#Leo and Raph are trying so hard to figure this poor girl out

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 7 - Imprinted

(CW- Nightmares, trauma, vomiting, flashbacks)

Lotus woke with a thrashing gasp, the air in her lungs stolen by another nightmare. Her hand shakily rose to her plastron as she tried to calm her pounding heart. The echoes of the monster’s threats slowly faded from her mind, but the adrenaline and fear still loomed over her like an inescapable smaug. The dream still had its hold on her, morphing reality as it saw fit. Shadows seemed to come alive as their claws shot out from the darkness. Every wall sprouted eyes and began to close in on her. Her stomach twisted in discomfort as she fought to forget her dream, closing her eyes and reminding herself again and again that it was over. 

“I’m fine… It’s… It’s done..” She choked, still trying to regain her purloined breath.

Once the ghostly chorus of the phantom completely faded, she wearily opened her eyes. Everything had returned to normal, the shadows creeping back into their crevices awaiting the next time she would try to sleep. All the eyes had vanished from the walls. The room had stopped shrinking.

Before she could slump in relief her gut twisted again, making her wince as the discomfort only grew.

That’s weird… 

Lotus was fully aware of the repercussions of nightmares on her body. There were times she would wake drenched in sweat or shaking. Other nights she woke up so tense that her body physically ached, forcing her to stretch out her tight limbs and loosen up before attempting to sleep again. But this was different. Normally the discomfort would soften as she calmed herself down, the turbulence of her racing heart slowly returning to a steady beat. But this… this wasn’t normal.

The throb of discomfort only continued to grow, forcing Lotus to clutch her arms around her torso. Her stomach grew more and more tight, as the sharp pangs squeezed whimpers out of her lips. Nausea crept closer.

This isn’t good… This ISN’T GOOD.

She scrambled to think back to the last thing she ate, but came up empty. The last few days were a complete blur, smeared together in a mishmash of memories that left her with no decipherable answers. 

Seems this is becoming a recurring theme in my life.

Her bitter thoughts took a screeching halt as her stomach lurched.

Panic came flooding back into her heart in an instant as she shot her hand over her mouth in a feeble attempt to contain what she knew was coming.

No no nonononono!!!

With as much strength as she could muster, she frantically pulled herself upright. She could feel the acid quickly clawing its way up her throat, cutting off her gasping pleas for this new nightmare to cease. 

And as per usual, she quickly found that she had no control.

In a split second attempt to spare Leo’s mattress, Lotus jerked her entire body off the bed, landing hard onto the grainy tiles below. The impact of her fall sparked a terrible ache to ignite in her still healing leg, but the pain was quickly thrown to the back burner as the vile taste of acrid fumes filled Lotus’ mouth. Her head swayed as dizziness overtook her.

She closed her eyes in a tight wince as she shakily braced her hands onto the ground. Not a second later, her stomach’s contents disguised as stinging lava splattered over the floor, sealing her fate.

I’m sorry… I’m sorry! I’M SORRY!

The imprinted instinct to run and hide from her shame grew with each embarrassing second, but her limbs refused to carry her weight. In order to keep from landing face first into the mess, she used her swaying form to roll her body to the side. Once again, her head rang with the impact of hitting the floor, and her leg screamed at the rough treatment. Even with the remnants of acid burning her throat and nose, she couldn’t hold back crying out from the pain.

Her hands clutched onto her thigh, squeezing hard to hopefully stint the agony quickly spreading throughout the incision site. Tears began streaming down her cheeks as she pictured how pathetic she must have looked lying on the floor next to her own puke. The fact that she couldn’t listen to her instincts and hide made things so much worse. 

She was trapped, pinned down, and at the mercy of the first person through the doorway.

Her fears were made real as she heard the rush of footsteps come racing towards her. 

They can’t see this!! I… I can’t let them see this!!!

It’s just another mess for them to clean up! I’m being such a PAIN- They’ve been so nice and THIS is how I’m repaying that kindness?!? 

By becoming a hindrance?? A pest? 

What a way to say “thank you”, you charity case. 

Her bitter tears burned alongside her stinging throat as she hid her face into her shoulder.

Pathetic.

The racing footsteps finally made their way into the bedroom, and Lotus’ stomach squeezed as they raced towards her. 

Her mind was overtaken by the cold voices of her past.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??”

“UGH, DISGUSTING.”

“SEND IT TO DR O’NEIL, IT’S SICK AGAIN.”

More tears streamed down her cheeks as she braced for the same reprimands for what she had done. She tensed her body awaiting whatever punishment her captors saw fit.

“LOTUS! What happened?!?” Leo’s voice cried out as gentle hands were placed onto Lotus’ trembling shoulders. At the physical contact, her body let out an unavoidable flinch, bringing out a startled gasp from the oldest brother.

“Lotus.. What’s wrong?” He whispered as he drew back his hand.

“Are ya blind? She’s sick!” Raph yelled exasperatedly, but Lotus could sense little glints of concern hidden behind the fiery brother’s tone.

When she finally turned her face towards the brothers, she caught sight of Don frantically leaving the room. From what she could see of his expression, his face looked as though he was… afraid. Her sight was quickly brought back to Leo and Mikey leaning over her, asking her a multitude of questions that blurred into a cacophony of frantic voices. Once Leo caught on that she couldn’t understand what they were saying, the eldest slapped a hand over Mikey’s mouth. With the racket of panic silenced, Leo sighed and started over.

“What is going on? Are you in any pain?” He spoke as calmly as he could, though the facade wasn’t as effective thanks to the worry etched over his face and tense posture.

Lotus wanted to shrivel up and die. 

Before she could attempt to cover up the fact that she was indeed ill, her body once again reminded her of who was in charge. Another searing zing shot up her leg, and she had no choice but to cry out as she squeezed tighter to the offending limb. 

“Well, there’s your answer.” Raph flicked his hand gesturing to Lotus, “Come here, we’re gettin’ you off the floor.”

“Careful with her leg!” Leo warned, as Raph moved to pick Lotus up. “Hopefully she didn’t pull any of her stitches…”

Lotus’ stomach flipped at that horrifying thought. 

If she had pulled some of them, Leo would be forced to re-stitch her wound. That horrible experience was one she never wanted to relive. Her mind briskly reminded her of the pain she had felt at that moment in time, the prick and pull of the needle, and the fear that had forced her body to be sick.

Please, NOT AGAIN.

Another whimper squeaked out from her as Raph lifted her up, resulting in the fiery brother looking down at her in concern. He made sure to move extra slow so as to not reignite the pain in her leg. It somewhat worked. 

“Careful- Careful!” Leo hurriedly spoke as he ran to check on Lotus’ incision. “Alright Lotus, you need to hold still, okay? Don’t move- I just need to check something real quick.”

Swallowing down the urge to shudder at the familiar words, Lotus cried a silent prayer pleading for there to be no damage to her stitches.

Agonizingly slow seconds crept past as she waited for Leo to speak. To distract herself she tried looking around the room again, identifying the vast diversity of colors and textures strewn about the room; The dark crimson wall of Raph’s nook, the bright splotches of blues, yellows, and oranges on the wall underneath Mikey’s bunk bed, and the patterns adorning many articles of clothing haphazardly dropped and thrown across the room. 

The distraction helped a little. Her heart cautiously returned to a normal beat, and her mind began to empty out all the panic that had plagued it. She took a slow inhale and then let it out, allowing her head to carefully lean onto Raph’s plastron. She could hear his heart beating from under the hard, natural armor, and she leaned further as she let its steady rhythm overtake her anxieties. 

“Okay,” Leo began, making Lotus jolt out of her dazed stupor in an instant, “your stitches seem fine.”

If she could, Lotus would have jumped out of Raph’s arms and danced. But seeing how she was still weak and pathetic at the moment, she settled for just letting out a sigh of relief, dropping her head back down onto Raph’s chest.

“Now.. can you explain why you were sick?” Leo spoke as he gestured to the spot where Lotus had thrown up. Mikey was already finished cleaning the area on the floor with a slight grimace on his face. He gathered the used paper towels and threw them in the trash bin Don was holding.

Lotus’ brows creased as she noticed how pale Donatello looked. He held the trash bin an arms length away from himself, and his face twisted with way too many emotions all at the same time. His eyes remained strictly focused on the furthest wall as he was led by Mikey out of the room.

“Lotus? LOTUS!”

She twitched as her attention was yanked back to Leo, the eldest’s eyes drawn into tight, interrogative slits.

“Why. Were. You. Sick? Are you okay???” Leo asked with a hint of annoyance camouflaged under his calm tone.

Lotus shook her head to knock out all the interrupting thoughts clouding her mind, as Raph gently placed her onto Leo’s bed.

“S-sorry, Leo… I’m… I’m not sure why I’m sick.” Lotus’ voice was quiet and strained, trying to be careful of her still burning throat. It also didn’t help that her leg continued to pulse with deep aches, causing some words to cut off in sharp grunts or gasps. “My… NGH! My stomach h-hurts…”

“Alright- That’s okay!” Leo gently spoke, the annoyance quickly being forgotten as his question was finally somewhat answered. He held out his hands in a steadying gesture. “Do you think you were allergic to the crackers Mikey gave you earlier?”

Huh??

Lotus’ pained expression twisted again, not in discomfort but in confusion.

“W-What are you talking about? I didn’t eat any crackers.” She spoke in mild, whispered bewilderment, “At least… Not that I can remember…”

She turned her head to peer at the side table next to Leo’s bed. There was no plate or crumbs anywhere, so most likely she was never given a snack, right? Unless the dishes were taken away?.. But wouldn’t she have remembered that?

Am I missing something here????

She turned to face Leo again, but froze when she noticed his expression. His irises had shrunk to half their usual size, and his breathing caught in his throat. He joined his hands as if he were about to start praying, but his eyes remained wide open.

“...Are you telling me…You haven’t eaten anything all day?”

Lotus didn’t mean to shrink under Leo’s accidental scrutiny, but the eldest’s gaze was becoming more and more sharp by the second, and she could only withstand his “Mom glare”™ for so long.

“...Um…” Lotus squeaked under the growing pressure of Leo’s glare. She turned her gaze to Raphael in a desperate plea for support. The fiery brother refused to be helpful in the slightest, simply shrugging and holding his hands in mock surrender at Lotus’ pleading expression.

 She tried to gulp down the pebble stuck in her windpipe.

“...No?...”

Leo’s head instantly dropped onto the tips of his praying fingers with an exasperated sigh.

“Mikey…~” He groaned under his breath.

“Aw, come on, bro.” Raph mumbled to himself.

Confusion still twisting her features, Lotus was grateful to finally have Leo’s glacier glare off her, but she still had no idea what he was talking about. 

Her stomach twisted again, and all the puzzle pieces clicked into place.

“... I was supposed to eat before I took the pills, wasn’t I?”

Leo kept his face down as he groaned, “Yes.”

Lotus grit her teeth as she fought to keep her composure, her face scrunching into a barely contained snarl. Anger began to burn inside her, draping the shadows of doubt and bitterness over her heart once again. 

Here she was in the same situation as before; A victim of careless caretakers.

Nothing has changed.

I am such an IDIOT.

“That’s why I don’t feel right? It’s because of you? Again?!” Lotus’ voice grew in volume and venom with each accusation spat. “What is wrong with you?!?! WHAT WAS IN THOSE PILLS??” She yelled, as her hands whipped to point at the side table.

Leo’s head shot up as his hands separated, rising in placating surrender.

“N-no! It… it was an accident! Mikey was supposed to bring you something to eat so you could take the painkillers, but… he got… distracted. Something kinda…” Leo began to taper off as his shoulders rose stiffly. 

“...Came up.” Raph finished in a grumbling tone.

Lotus flung her arms in the air as an empty laugh erupted out of her snarling teeth. “Oh yes! A lot of something definitely came up.” She pointed to her aching stomach to prove her point.

Before Lotus could react, Raph had already stepped in between her and Leo, his arms tightly crossed, and his eyes in a piercing glare.

“HEY. You don’t know what happened back there.” Raph intervened, his low voice imitating a growl of warning, “Like Leo said, it was an accident. He’s not perfect, no matter how hard he tries to be.”

Leo’s whole body tensed after Raph’s words, the eldest’s expression flashing from fear to surprise to hurt.

Lotus unconsciously cowered at the sudden presence of Raphael’s towering form. His shadow looming over her brought back many unspeakable memories to light. She fought hard not to whimper or hide, but the fear lashing at her core stung and bled. The memories of a monster distorted her view of Raphael, smearing her reality with the darkness of her past. 

“Hold still, creature.” 

The searing anger burning her lungs and clouding her mind vanished as the ghost of Lotus’ past hissed all too familiar words.

“No. Get away!” Lotus cried out as she shielded her head with her arms. 

She had nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere that was safe.

There was no haven that could protect her from the memories.

She was trapped all over again.

“I’m sorry! I’m s-s-sorry!” She whimpered into the crooks of her arms.

A beat passed as she waited for her punishment.

“Lotus… Is it alright if I touch you?” A kind voice asked, shining dim rays through the smaug of memories.

The voice was unlike any she had heard in the labs: Kind, soothing, gentle… But it wasn’t female like the good doctor. Its tones were lower, smooth like the facets of a diamond, and radiating with warmth.

Her instinct told her she could trust it.

Another beat passed as Lotus shakily nodded her head. Soon after, she felt the cool scales of a three-fingered hand land on her forearm. She winced, expecting the hand’s grip to tighten and yank her away. 

Instead, it delicately pulled down her arms.

 Her glistening eyes widened as the ghost before her vanished in the warm rays of the bedroom. As her last tears fell, the blurs of green, red, and blue morphed back into Raphael and Leonardo.

They looked so worried.

Leo’s face had fallen into a horrified frown, and Raph looked as though he had just accidentally ran over a puppy. Their expressions filled with concern brought a soothing confirmation to Lotus that they weren’t her old doctors. They couldn’t be.

Because they looked as though they cared.

She looked down to see Leo’s hand still placed on top of her forearm. There were no scratchy squeaks of latex, no icy grip, and not even five fingers. No one was tying her down. No one was cutting into her.

Instead, she felt a soft warmth emanate through the contact of Leo’s fingers on her skin. The grip wasn’t tight, yet it was still grounding. 

It felt so foreign and so right at the same time.

Emotions began to clash inside her, her past and present fighting in a mighty battle to gain control. Distrust and bitterness clawed at the growing rays of hope. Fear and trauma bit and scratched at the faded hands of peace.

Lotus took a leap of faith.

“I’m sorry. I-... I just… I h-h-hate feeling like… like t-this…” Lotus whimpered as all the fear drained from her body, taking her strength with it. “I’m.. I’m sorry, Leo.”

The corners of Leo’s mouth perked into a kind grin as his icy irises melted with compassion. Raph simply closed his eyes and nodded his head, his expression turning stoic, but not lacking sympathy. Lotus could still catch his concern peeking through as he stayed close to her bedside.

“It’s alright, I forgive you.” Leo spoke softly, as he delicately squeezed her arm. His smile grew the tiniest bit more when he saw that she didn’t flinch. “ And I… can’t blame you for being angry. I just should’ve brought you the snacks myself. It was my fau-”

Before Leo could finish his apology, his words were cut off by Raphael gripping the lip of the eldest’s shell, and yanking him forward so they were face-to-face. Leo let out an indignant yelp at the jarring motion. Raph poked an accusing finger into Leo’s plastron, rumbling in a tone that left no room for argument.

“-You say it’s your fault again and I’ll pelt you in the head with the back of my sai.”

Leo’s face flushed in an instant as he sputtered and squirmed in Raphael’s grip. 

“RAPH! Nghhh.. P-Put me DOWN!!”

As confused as Lotus was as to why the brothers were arguing, she made no attempt to ask. Even though she had gotten more than enough sleep in the last… Day? Days? Her body still ached, resulting in another large wave of exhaustion dragging her consciousness down further into the expectant darkness of sleep. 

Her eyelids began sinking…

Her thoughts fizzled out like the dying flames of a candle…

Just as her eyes closed and darkness filled her vision, a chilling presence emerged from the shadows, beckoning her to follow it deeper into the black of her nightmares once again. 

“-NO!” She gasped breathlessly as she forced her body to jerk upright.

Leo and Raph instantly stopped their tussling, whipping their heads in the direction of Lotus’ distress. Raph let go of Leo and they both drew closer to Lotus’ bedside, asking her what was wrong and why she was shaking.

 Her answer came in a frail voice drowning in terror and hopelessness.

“I’ll…I’ll never be free.”

Aaaand that's it for this chapter!! Now you're all finally seeing more of Lotus' perspective in this story. Some of her true colors revealed themselves in this chapter, as well as some answers about her past. And now we'll all see how the brothers will handle this broken girl. <3 This was one of my darker chapters, as you just read it focuses a good amount on Lotus' trauma, and how her captors created her view on the world and herself. This will be the base of her arc in this story.

Also, you probably noticed I only posted one illustration with this chapter. This was on purpose, cause I wanted to leave room for you guys to create your own picture of the scenes that occur in this chapter. :) Whether it be through your imagination or through fanart! This also helps me to not have as much work to do per chapter, so I can get more chapters finished and posted for you all faster! :)

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[skeleton-in-a-hoodie]

After fighting Shredder at the mansion, Splinter gets kinda stuck in his ghost form for a while.

No one is happy about this.

Matters aren't helped by them not knowing why it's happening either.

Donnie does some tests and compares the results to ones he got from previous samples he took from Splinter, but he doesn't know much about ghosts so it's hard for him to come to any firm conclusions. This is incredibly frustrating for the purple turtle. He does eventually figure out that ghosts are like the living in that both need energy to survive, but he's not sure how Splinter should go about getting that energy. Like what do ghosts even eat?

Mikey finds Splinter's ghost form creepy. To be fair to Mikey, Splinter does look like a giant ink monster with a rat's skull for a head and a debateable amount of limbs. Plus a rat's skull doesn't look that different from a squirellanoid's head, so sometimes he'll see Splinter out of the corner of his eye and panic. But Mikey's also a compassionate kid, so he talks to Splinter as normal, and focuses on the fact that this is his dad. Dad is different now, but different's not bad. He does try to keep the comparions to horror movie monsters to a minimum though.

Raph on one hand thinks Splinter looks cool, but on the other hand knows Splinter really, really does not want to be stuck in his ghost form. Having a skull for a face does not prevent Splinter from looking utterly miserable. It's not accurate to say Raph acts like nothing is different, it's more along the lines of he doesn't treat Splinter any differently. He's like Mikey in that Splinter is still Splinter. He does try and convince Splinter to go on patrol with him though so they can scare thugs.

Casey tries very hard not to be freaked out, he really does, but Splinter reminds him of the demon rats from his fungus hallucination so it's very difficult. The main thing that helps him start to see ghost monster Splinter as still just Splinter is when he catches the ghost marathoning Golden Girls and telanovelas - it's hard to find someone scary when you've sat with them and watched them shake with laughter or shout at the TV. They also end up watching the Boring Old Lady Movie Channel together, and Casey refuses to admit to enjoying it (Count Lyonel is an asshole).

April and Splinter keep horror movie antagonist jumpscaring each other. Initally it was accidental, but after a certain point it morphed into a weird sort of game. Everyone else hates the game and wishes they'd stop. That being said, April really isn't bothered by his ghost form - she's seen worse and the older she gets, the more she notices changes in her own body. April knows that one day she won't look human anymore, and she hopes when day comes her friends will treat her the same as they always have, so she extends that kindness to Splinter.

Karai also thinks his ghost form looks cool, and may actually have the most positive opinion on it out of everyone. Karai doesn't always feel like she has much in common with her father, so there's a part of her that likes they have similar shapeshifting abilities now. She also enjoys their training sessions, the ones where she helps him figure out his own abilties, even if she's like a drill sergent during them. When Raph suggets that Splinter go with him on patrol, Karai is all for it! She thinks Splinter should embrace being a horror moving monster (Karai also doesn't realise that Splinter gets upset when she describes him like that).

Leo finds it hard to be in the same room as Splinter at first. That form reminds him of all the secrets Splinter's kept and all the poor choices his father's made recently. And Leo won't admit it, but seeing evidence that Splinter is dead makes him feel like a failure, like he couldn't keep his own father alive so how is he supposed to believe he can protect his siblings? It's not his fault Splinter died, but this is Leo we're talking about, he's going to feel at fault.

Plus whilst everyone else is either trying to treat Splinter the same as they always have or encourage him to embrace it, Leo can't help but take note of all the ways Splinter has changed, not always for the better. Like his dad hisses now - the only time he'd ever heard Splinter do that was when he went feral. Leo's noticed that when Splinter joins them on patrol, he stalks, like he's hunting down prey. He's also not a fan of the high pitched animal roar Splinter does after fights - it's ear splitting and reminds Leo of being on top of the Wolf Hotel.

But Leo also knows that as much as he doesn't like it, Splinter hates it. His dad is avoiding mirrors and anything else reflective. And when Karai or Raph get carried away, Leo changes the subject - they tend to not notice just how uncomfortable talking about Splinter's ghost form makes him, and there are times when Splinter can't form words to tell them to stop.

And Splinter needs to come to terms with it in his own time, it's not something that can or should be rushed.

Some days he'll find Splinter in the dojo, just staring at the photo of Shen. On those days, he'll walk over to Splinter and stand with him for a while. Sometimes Splinter will ask Leo if something is the matter, others Leo asks Splinter a question about Shen. And they'll talk. It's almost normal, not quite, but it's still nice.

[heyheydidjaknow]

Why do I not have the option to copy and paste formatting? Why is that an option I am not given? Who thought that I wouldn’t need that when I’m on my phone? Screw that guy, who I am arbitrarily calling Adam. If anyone knows how to do that, please tell me.

Chapter 6 Pt 2

“There is no fucking way you got a date with her.” Raphael does not even look it up. “No way in hell.”

“And yet the flow chart worked.” He laughs from his lab, shutting off any excess equipment as to not overwork it. “It worked like a charm and she asked me to go to her place so ha.”

”You didn’t show her the chart, did you?”

“I did not.”

“Well, there you go.” Leo looks back at him from his seat on the couch. “What time?”

“Seven o’clock.” He slides the door closed. “But I’m planning on being there at six fifty-five so that she knows I value her time.”

“Does the sun set that early?”

“Why do you even ask?” Raph turns a page in his once periodical periodical. “You know he looked it up.”

“As a matter of fact, I did. Forgive me for also valuing preparedness.”

“Nobody likes a know it all.”

He grins smugly. “That’s where you’re wrong. See, I,” he gestured to himself, “have a date with a gorgeous girl tonight, one where she has already invited me into her home, and you,” he gestured to Raphael, “are reading a magazine from a company that went out of business two years ago alone.”

“Donnie, don’t be a jerk.” Leonardo looked back at the television. “Raphael brings up a valid point; you tend to act like you know everything, and the actual request wasn’t for a date.”

“How else can I interpret one on one time with her?”

“Well,” he counters, “how do you interpret one on one time with us?”

He blinks. “Wait, so you’re saying she’s… how do you put it?”

“Nah, I don’t think she’s friendzonin ‘im.” Mickey looks up from his drawing. “Think she’s sending signals she doesn’t mean to.” He sets his half-shaded piece aside. “Think about it; she said she’s been all stressed out, right? She died like two weeks ago.” He shrugs. “She’s probably just lonely and needs the company.”

“That’s… actually really insightful of you.”

He grins. “What can I say? I’m a modern McPherson.”

Raph snickers at that. “Donnie is more of a McPher—how old is that movie, anyway? A hundred?

“Hey!” He shoots a glare at his brother. “Respect the classics.”

“Not to interrupt your riveting intro to film class,” Donnie interjects, losing his shit, “but I really need to know what this is before I go, and it’s already fifteen ‘till.”

“Look, maybe she’s interested, maybe she’s not.” Leonardo’s eyes are back on the screen. “Just try to tread carefully and you’ll probably be fine.”

“Probably?”

“Again, Raph had a point.”

He groans, walking to the entrance and exit of their home. “You guys aren’t helping.”

“Not our job.”

Leo calls after him. “Be home before six!”

He turns the corner, cradling his head in his hands. ‘I am totally and thoroughly fucked.’

--

GoodFellas.

Of all the movies in the world, that is the movie you have decided to use to explain these concepts. This is the example piece that you are going to show to the vigilante. All you know is that you had started watching the Phantom Menace and had decided against explaining the concept of racial coding and this is the only other movie that you can think of right now. You have decided to commit, and you are already regretting it, but you decide to figure it out as you go.

You set the pizza on the coffee table, throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave to pop. You do not expect Donatello to be late, so you decided to start now so that they could get started right away. You start walking to the window, stopping at the mouth of the hallway. You look yourself over one more time in the bathroom mirror despite yourself. You do not exactly know why you care so much; this was not a date, and you had not advertised it as one. Still, impressions are important, and the last thing you need is for him to not listen to you because of it. That is what you are telling yourself, anyhow.

You hear knocking against the glass. You check your phone for the time. ‘Five minutes early.’ You smile softly. ‘How responsible.’ You open it up, smiling at your guest. “Welcome, Donatello.” You take a step back. “Please, make yourself at home.”

He barely makes a sound as he steps off the windowsill, looking around your apartment, fully illuminated, for the first time.

After about thirty seconds of his investigation, you clear your throat. “Donnie?”

He snaps out of it. “Huh?”

You smile gently. “You wanna sit down? I bought pizza.”

“Uh, yeah.” He nods, sitting down and facing the television screen. “I like your place.”

“Thanks.” You sit down next to him, tucking your feet under you as you flip on the television. “How do you feel about gangster movies?”

“Gangster movies?”

“Yeah.” You list a couple on your fingers. “Scarface, Godfather, all that jazz.”

He shakes his head, brow furrowed in confusion. “How can you make gangster movies legally?”

“That is a long answer. The short version?” You lean forward, taking a slice from the box. “The police are kind to those who cooperate, and people think their stories are fascinating.”

“So they’re documentaries?” He mimics you.

You shrug. “Sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. You want something to drink?” You hear the microwave beep as you stand up.

“Water?”

You nod, walking over to pull the popcorn out of the microwave and grab your drinks. “I trust the walk wasn’t too bad?”

“Not at all.” The small talk is torture. “Getting to your window was a bit of a challenge, but it wasn’t anything too bad.”

“That’s good.” You pour him a glass. “I’ll have to get something for that; maybe a planter or something, so you have a bigger ledge.”

“It’s alright.” He taps his fingers against his knee. “It’s wide enough to stand.”

“Still.” You place his cup on the counter, dumping the kernels into a large plastic bowl. “I wouldn’t forgive myself if one of you guys got hurt trying to come in through the window.” You grab a can of soda out of the refrigerator, sitting down and handing him the glass.

He smiles slightly. “You’re really sweet sometimes, you know that?”

You grin. “I try,” you hum, starting to pull up the movie. “I think you’re pretty cool too, Hamato.”

He chuckles. “You make me sound like I’m fifty.”

“Oh, totally.” You nod in agreement. “You’re an old soul.”

He blinks. “Old soul?”

“Mature, I mean.” You shrug. “I mean, handling the stuff you do with any degree of tact, to me, displays a great maturity you don’t see in most teenagers, myself included.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

You get back up for napkins and plates. “Not at all.” You hand him one of each. “It’s an admirable quality, though not one I particularly envy.”

“You think?” His hands linger for a moment longer than typical as he took them.

“Yeah. You want me to turn down the lights for the movie while I’m up?”

His face goes red. “I-I mean,” he stutters, “if you want to.”

“Then I will; shows the image better when it’s dark.” You walk to the wall, flicking off the lights and sitting down next to him, setting your slice on your plate as you turn on the movie.

Your reactions to it are different.

He does not seem what you would call disturbed, but he gets grossly invested in the story extremely quickly. He is noticeably more interested in watching you watch the movie, but he studies the plot intently, noting the more domestic plotline between the lead and his wife in particular. His reaction to the violence is strange to you; he is not aloof, so to speak, but he does not flinch much until the fighting is between Henry and Karen.

You have seen this movie what feels like a thousand times. Whenever you think it applicable, you lean over and whisper to him about the directing, the script, the plot—it is supposed to be a lesson, after all. But you realize that your attention, every so often, shifts to the bed, to your pillow with the knife underneath it. The violence of the movie makes you edgier than you are used to.

About halfway through the movie, you move closer to the boy sitting beside you. You lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you listen for cues for comments. You don’t notice his reaction, but you do notice how his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You do not object; you were the one who initiated, after all.

“Here’s a psychology relationship thingy you can tell your family about.” You cringe at that poor little girl standing in the hallway. “’That’s all in your head’ is classic gaslighting. I dunno if that’s really your area or not.”

“Oh, yeah, I see what you mean.” He fiddles with the cloth of your jacket absentmindedly. “It’s kinda hard for me to wrap my head around, people staying like that. I mean,” he clarifies, “I get why, but—”

You both tense up as a young man on screen is shot dead by Joe Pesci’s character.

You exhale. “Yeah, I get what you mean.” You shrug. “But folks get scared, ya know? In her case, she doesn’t want to break the family apart, and she’s really into him.”

“What? No way.”

“Yes way.” You look up at him. “What can I say? We fall into infatuation so fast with bad people who say what we want to hear.”

“Don’t you mean fall in love?”

You watch as Lorraine Bracco holds a gun to her husband’s face. “Nope. Love is entirely different.”

“Yeah?” He glanced down at you.

“Apples and oranges.” You gesture to the television. “Love is supplementary, a beautifully imperfect connection between people.” Your voice becomes smoother, airier. “It’s a bond built on trust and respect. Infatuation is more of an addiction than anything.” You sigh as Liota meets to discuss his relationship with Sorvino. “At least I think so. That’s why love at first sight is a bunch of bullshit; you can’t have that kind of profound trust with someone you just met.” You shrug, looking back up at him. “Then again, what do I know? I’m an inexperienced, fifteen-year-old girl.”

“That makes a lot of sense, actually.” He looks back down at you. “I get what familial love is, but whenever Master Splinter talks about his wife, he has a hard time putting what he means into words.”

You hear their guilty verdict. “Totally get that. Articulation is not easy to do.”

A few minutes go by.

“May I be frank?”

“Please.”

You watch as a man drags his wife out of a Christmas party. “This movie is exactly why I don’t ever want to learn how to do the stuff you do. It changes you, all that violence; desensitizes you.” You bring your knees to your chest. “Especially Raphael. I swear, that shift was as dramatic as his, at least at this point in the flick.”

He pauses. “Please, tell me you’re kidding.”

You close your eyes, breathing slowly. “I’m going to try my best,” you swear, “do everything in my power, to see to it that you guys don’t experience more than you have to.”

You mean it. He can tell.

You two are quiet for the rest of the movie. You explain why certain directing choices were made, connect the beginning with the end, talk about the theme, all while you two watched their fall from grace. When the movie ends, you realize how tangled up in him you are; your head on his chest, legs draped over his with his arms around your waist. You feel the icy air against you, as if his skin attracted it to you. You push the hair out of your face. “So,” you stretch, turning the light back on, “do you wanna see another movie, or do you have a curfew?”

He pauses. “I should honestly probably get home,” he sighs. “If I’m not home early they’ll start getting ideas.”

“Oh, yeah.” You nod, completely understanding the reasoning. “You can take the leftover pizza home if you want; the guys’ll probably eat it before I do.”

“Mikey’ll be on cloud nine.” He picks the box off the coffee table. “Thanks.”

“Any time.” You stand at the window, opening it for him.

He climbs onto the windowsill, looking down at you from his perch. “I had a good time.” His face flushed. “We should do this again.”

You nod in agreement. “Definitely.” You rub the back of your neck. “I’ll pick a lighter movie next time.”

“Alright. It’s a plan.” He gives you a thumbs up.

You steal yourself, cupping one side of his face and kissing him gently on the cheek. “Goodnight, Donnie.” You smile. “See ya tomorrow.”

You are a bit concerned he’s going to fall off the windowsill. “Y-Yeah,” he grinned, words slurred. “See ya later, Y/N.” He waved, climbing up and out of your window.

You smile softly, sigh. You flop back on the bed, rolling over. You have not been this at ease since you died.

‘I really like that guy.’ You close your eyes. ‘I really, honestly do.’

You drift off to sleep, dreamless for the first time in too long.

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Chapter 6 Part 1

Chapter 7

[catbowserauthor]

2003 Mikey Story: Captive Audience

Because Mikey is a lot smarter than people give him credit for. And a damn good ninja to boot!

TRIGGER: There is mind reference to potential unwanted advances in here. Nothing described but mentioned.

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Why do we keep going into space?"

Leonardo bit his lip to keep from giving his red banded brother a snarky response. Though, truthfully, he was wondering that himself. It seemed like every single time they went into space, it never ended well. The Triceratons (not once but MULTIPLE times), the whole Federation mess with the Professor, chasing Ch'rell into space and nearly dying...about the only time it had EVER ended well had been on the Utrom homeworld and even then, that had been to repair and recuperate from the clash with Ch'rell!

Yes, space was just bad news for them.

"It was hardly my idea, Raph," Leo felt inclined to defend himself because it hadn't been! "If you want someone to blame, blame Agent Bishop."

Raph scowled "Don't need a reason to hate that bastard." He shifted his eyes around but he saw no sign of his two younger brothers. Good. Donnie had the brains so that might keep them from joining him and Fearless Leader here. He and Mike would figure out a way to get them out, he was sure of that. Or at the very least, they'd meet up with them mid-way through escape.

Cause he sure as shell wasn't going to stay here! They were weaponless but not powerless! They needed to make their move and make it now.

Though, being forced forward with four of these aliens on each of them did make it a little more challenging. Least this stupid ship had decent atmosphere so they didn't need those ridiculous atmosphere converters like the Triceraton homeworld required. However, if the chattering amongst their captors were to be believed then apparently, they were well known amongst the planets.

Raphael didn't know if this was a good thing or not. Judging from their current state, he guessed not.

Leonardo didn't give a response to Raphael's remarks but they didn't have much more time to chat. A sharp cutting pain through his neck sent the katana wielding turtle sprawling forward and despite how Raph fought and snarled, when you were jabbed with a stick that shot electricity through your body, your muscles tended to simply react, regardless of your will and the cursing turtle fell to his knees next to his older brother.

The clamps around the neck were swift and sharp, almost choking but with just enough room to breathe but not quite enough room to be comfortable. Obviously, they were designed to not kill but make focusing and conversing extremely difficult. Leonardo, as was his way, immediately forced himself to slip into mediation mode. He didn't feel the need to utilize qi gong though it was definitely an option if need be. Right now, they needed to analyze their situation.

Raph was NOT helping.

"Let us...go...you damned...Jurassic Park...rejects..." The tightness of the collar around his neck kept him from using his more colorful terms of endearment for their enemies but if he kept it up, they might decide he was not worth the trouble to keep alive. While Leonardo could not move much, he managed to shift his arms enough to jab his sibling in the side with his elbow before the chains jerked them painfully back to his sides.

"Not...helping...Raph," he wheezed lightly.

Raphael gave his brother a dark glare but his lungs demanded air so he couldn't tell Leonardo exactly what he thought. It was curse at his brother or breathe and quite frankly, air was more important at the moment. Refocusing, he settled his tense muscles and let the air bring some clarity to his mind. These things weren't stupid, he gave them that. Best way to keep your victims still was make breathing a chore.

"Emperor!" The largest of the group of guards, clothed in deep black armor that resembled broken pieces of clay and stone, stated "We bring you the enemies of the Federation." He snorted down a long turtle beak at Raphael "And the one that struck my son."

Raph would have remarked that the guy's son had horrible reflexes but instead narrowed his eyes at the individual that sat at the head of this little party. It figured, really, the first planet they found where there were creatures that were like them, at least some what, and they turned out to be total asses. Okay, so maybe he had not made the best first impression by punching the soldier that leveled a weapon at him but that was New York and Ninja Survival reflexes! Someone points a weapon at you, you react. Don't point a weapon unless you're ready to use it!

"The smaller one is the Leader of the two. Pathetic." came the thick accented sneer from above Raph's head and it was a good thing they had bound his hands because he was fairly certain he would have knocked someone's teeth out otherwise. Much as Raph liked to pick on Leonardo, or heck, on any of his siblings on any given day, it was a right that only he and his brothers had. You didn't just waltz in and insult his brothers. Sibling rules.

Leonardo, to his credit, kept his face empty of emotion. While the jab at his lack of height or build compared to Raphael was a bit pride-dinging, he had grown up with three brothers. You tended to grow a thick skin. His eyes and full energy were on their opponents. Currently, they were in a dangerous predicament. He and Raphael had been captured and taken onto an alien ship, currently surrounded by at least forty five opponents. Large, armored opponents--large in size, probably twice their size with long tails, over sized shells with spikes and beaks that curved into wicked points. That wasn't even counting the large amount of weapons they were carrying--guns, lasers, swords and he and Raph were currently disarmed.

It was very apparent that diplomacy was not going to work either.

The man that these soldiers had called Emperor, stood from his large chair in the center of the room and approached with such an arrogant swagger that Leonardo was shocked his shoulders could support that huge ego. He was easily the biggest of the whole room and had four soldiers, two on each side of him, each one with large barreled weapons that they always kept leveled. They backed away only when he lifted a hand but still kept their guns at ready.

Two smaller of these creatures (Leonardo had heard them say Cyamodian a few times) clothed in sheer silk wrappings of different colors would approach occasionally and refill wine goblets. They never raised their heads and had horrible scarring designs up and down their arms. The soldiers never said anything to them except to bark out orders, swipe at them for not being fast enough or to made crude remarks about "pleasuring them later." Judging by the faint feminine quality to their voices, Leonardo guessed they were the females. His heart felt pity for them, being with these dishonorable creatures.

The smallest of them, wrapped in silver sheer garments from head to two with very elaborate white painted scars of the odd feather like plants they'd seen briefly on the planet's surface on her arms, kept close to the Emperor as he approached, refilling his wine with shaking hands whenever it slipped below half full. She'd spilled some on her first try and was rewarded with a backhand across the face and a "Stupid bala" She withdrew slightly and returned to the soldiers who were gawking at her for her assistance. She never said a word.

"So," the emperor addressed Leonardo now with a sickening slow smile "You are half of the enemies that gave the Federation such a headache before. Whisked away the Fugitoid as I recall..."

"What's..." Raph wheezed despite the restraint "It to you...Shellhead?"

The soldier behind them struck Raphael hard with the butt of his gun "Speak with respect to our Emperor, Weakling!"

Hissing lightly, Raph, in true Raph fashion responded in cheek "Show me...someone....who...deserves respect...and...I will."

It was a miracle that second hit didn't render him unconscious. But then, Raphael had always been utterly hard-headed. Leonardo redirected his efforts towards the Emperor. His ever calculating eyes were always glancing over the room but he needed this Emperor to leave them alive and conscious if they were to get out of here. He gave his immediate younger brother a half glare and responded "We...assisted...Professor Honeycutt...because...he wanted...peace."

The Emperor withdrew, laughing loudly before he took another swig of his wine, "Peace...what good is peace? War brings money, war brings supplies, war provides for our economy." He eyed the two of his prisoners, remarking "You two will be a perfect gift to the Federation. A little minor destruction, some blame on the Triceratons...war is quite easy to start."

"The Triceratons....have...a new...leader," Leonardo reminded him, quickly. "They aren't...war mongers...anymore."

One of the soldiers remarked as he pulled one of the serving girls wrapped in gold a little closer and laid a hand under her wraps. She whimpered, lightly but did not resist, "A new leader does not change the people, weakling." Apparently, dissatisfied, he yanked the poor girl over and slammed her onto the table, hard, "Submit Bala."

Raphael snarled "...bastard."

The Emperor eyed them, baffled but ultimately amused. "It's simply a Bala. No purpose other than service, entertainment and pleasure. You waste your emotions on them." He did set his eyes on the soldier though, "Not yet, Pelom."

The soldier, having tossed his weapon to the ground and nearly pulled the poor girl's wraps to shreds looked up.

"We still have a feast to prepare and I need her for that. Once we've eaten our fills, have your way with her to your heart's content." The Emperor strode back to the chair in the center of the room, stating "And I want fifteen of the soldiers from the bridge on the lookout. We only have two of them. There are two others. I want both found and brought here so I may deliver a whole package."

"Understood, Emperor." He stood, retrieved his weapon and yanked the girl up, pushing her towards the back of the room where tables of food were being laid out by her fellows. "Go, Bala. Make sure you're tight for me, later."

Raph growled and eyed Leonardo "We...gotta...get outta here. I...SO...wanna crack....these guys'....shells...open."

Leonardo was hardly one to disagree but they needed to plan. He diverted his eyes about. Three exits, with a collection of at least six soldiers at each one. Some small vents near the ceiling but far too small for any of them to move, and the binds that currently held them tight had no conventional lock that he could see. Some type of fancy electronics sure but no wires or anything.

Shell, we need Donnie. And Mikey.

[tmntxreader-fics]

TMNT Raph x Reader: Battlefield Temptations

WARNING WARNING THIS IS MY YOUNG TEENAGE SELF A FEW YEARS BACK ATTEMPTING TO WRITE RAPH IN HEAT AND ITS LOWKEY HORRIBLE I APOLOGISE BUT AT THE SAME TIME I THINK ITS FUNNY AND I NEED SOMETHING TO POST SO IM GONNA POST IT ANYWAY

I DECIDED TO BRING THIS OVER FROM MY OLD ABANDONED DEVIANTART ACCOUNT- SO DONT PANIC IM NOT PLAGIARISING (don't know whod try to plagiarise this piece of shit anyway)  I tried to fix it a bit but I failed miserably.

WARNING: cursing, violence, slight steaminess- not enough to be nsfw but its steamy

(Reader is fem)

“Are you willing to spar today, child?”

Master Splinter's voice slices through your concentration on the battle before you. You jump slightly at the suggestion and shake your head vigorously, your hair coming loose and waving around the frame of your face. Raising a finger and pointing it into the direction of the brutal sparring between Raph and Leo, you give Splinter a pointed look with a nervous laugh.

“Aha, no. No, I don't think so. Besides, I'd probably be murdered in there,” you turn to glance at the turtle brothers whose fists have turned into blurs that pummel each other into the ground with a force that would surely shatter every bone in your body were you to take one blow. Especially one of Raphael's hits. He'd kill you instantly.

Donatello and Michelangelo remain seated a meter away from you on the side of the sparring mat. Both would wince every so often when one of the fighters landed a particularly brutal hit, that fighter would more often than not be Raph: A 6'5 mass of boiling rage and rippling muscle. A terrifyingly intimidating character to meet at first but you learned  to warm up to him as he had to you. Maybe you’ve warmed up to him a little too much.

Compared to 5'11 strategical and precise Leo, Raph seems like a giant. But Leo is no push over, he can very well hold his own against the brute, he's the only brother that has a chance at beating Raph and the red masked turtle hates that fact. The sweat drips down Raph's bulging biceps, dropping off with every shattering blow that he lands on his brother. His gritted teeth serve as an indicator to his concentration and hints at frustration. Red masked eyes narrowed down into piercing green slits, meant to penetrate the enemy's soul and destroy them from the inside as well as the outside. Your eyes roam over Raph's muscled form and your mind dive-bombs into the gutter. A blush takes residence upon your cheeks at the less than appropriate thoughts that suddenly occupy your mind. His large and rough hands caressing you with a gentleness that you had thought to be impossible; strong fingers drifting across your skin with only a light touch, enough to bring you to your knees.

“Enough!” Master Splinter takes his cue to end the match before things get overly heated between the fighters (and your thoughts). Both brothers shake hands tersely with each other and move to sit down, awaiting the announcement of who would be sparring together next.

“It will only be a grappling match. Wrestling, if you will. No hits,” Splinter persists, the look in his eye urging you to accept. You shake your head again, you don't care how much the rat gives you the 'do it' look you are not going put yourself in a situation that would get your head bashed in.

“What, Kitten? Too scared to play with the big boys?” Raph mocks from where he is sitting. You fight the urge to snap something back at him that would surely make him swallow his tongue and just settle for a glare. “You gonna break a nail, little princess?”

“No, I just don't want to fight,” you reply calmly. What crawled up his ass and died? Raph isn't one to be sexist, he isn't one to pick on you either. What’s he up to? “That's because you can't. You should probably sign up for cooking classes or something more suited to you and your...” his eyes fleetingly skim over your body, “-stature.”

Your eyes widen in absolute anger! You vaguely hear Splinter reprimanding his son for the blatant display of disrespect but you find yourself still burning with indignation. That condescending, sexist, chauvinistic, boneheaded piece of sh- “I'll do it.”

It takes you a moment to realize that those words were spoken by you. You just said them. You just agreed to get bashed. Oh, God where is my head? What have you done? You stupid girl. You mentally chide yourself for your impulsive decision.

Please give me Mikey! You chant mentally, Mikey is easily distracted and you’re sure that you'd be able to take him down if you really set your mind to it. It was maybe even a possibility you could hold your own against Donatello considering he is without his weapon.

Who am I kidding? Your thoughts nosedive, as does your confidence. Versing these guys is a completely different ballgame altogether.

You turn to give Master Splinter a look of 'please take pity on my poor, poor soul' but he's not looking at you. He's deciding which turtle to put you up against. “This will be grappling only, no hits exchanged,” Splinter commands, then his gaze flickers to you for a moment. You give him the puppy dog eyes and in return you receive an unamused stare. “Raphael. Stand.”

You almost topple over as you choke on your own spit, “wha- what?!”

Raphael raises an eyebrow but a slight smirk settles in the corner of his mouth as you slowly walk closer towards him. His gaze does not waver from your eyes until you are standing a meter away from him, in which his eyes smoothly move down to your lips and then the curve of your neck. Raph's eyes snap upwards to your face before going any lower and you notice how his gaze darkens slightly. You gulp, noting how he stares at the movement of your throat distractedly. God, what have you gotten yourself into? You know he is watching everything you do, surely observing your possible weaknesses. Both of you stand in your desired fighting stances as Splinter opens his mouth to start the fight.

“You got this, Angelcakes!” Mikey, ever optimistic, yells out with a wide grin and waving hands. Donnie gives you a sympathetic smile and Leo, as per usual, remains stoic.

“Begin!” Splinter snaps you back into the moment and you yelp as Raph wastes no time before lunging at you. You duck beneath the offending limb and circle a safe distance away from him.

“Keep your head in the game,” Raph says, his voice holding a tone of slyness to it. “Don't want to finish you off before the real fun's started.”

You falter for a split second, was that an innuendo?

He reaches for you again and you barely evade his advancing manoeuvres, weaving between his grasping hands and leaping over the leg that he sweeps under you. His eyes narrow slightly and his attacks become more and more difficult to fend off.

“The point is to take him down!” Mikey says before turning to Donnie, “that's is the point, right?”

You immediately drown him out and disregard him as a distraction. Focus on not getting grabbed!

You bend back, just barely avoiding a swipe for grip on your neck. You try to throw back your own offence only to recoil your hand sharply when Raph immediately makes a grab for it. Okay, so the straight on approach isn't going to solve anything. Maybe if you flank him from behind you'd have a chance of taking him to the ground!

You roll to the side sharply, evading a grab and dive through Raph's spread apart feet. Raph grunts in surprise and before you can tell yourself to stop you leap onto the back of his shell and jab at a pressure point in his shoulder that would drop any normal person instantly. You’re overwhelmed by a rush of elation when you feel Raph's knees hit the ground. Could you have actually won?

No.

His hand grabs your forearm, pulling you forward to lean over his shoulder. Your stomach is pressed into the edge of his shell, the breath in your lungs is forcefully expelled by the impact. Raph's face leans into yours, cheek on cheek as he roughly whispers, “gotcha.”

You're sent flying forward, sent into an uncomfortable front flip and landing hard on your back. You're winded, unable to do anything but stare in shock at the figure that has now pinned you down from above. How did he do that? You dropped him!

His weight on top of you causes you to snap back into reality, his skin upon yours is rough but not as unkind to the touch as you’d have thought it to be. You try to wriggle away but he immediately presses himself down on you, rendering you motionless. Raph’s smirking face moves closer until he is but inches apart from yours. Your heart is racing and butterflies embark on a mad rampage in your stomach. His body on top of yours. Skin on skin. So close. Too close.

You turn your head to the side and he leans in  to the crook of your neck, next to your ear. “Submit.”

You growl and shake your body as much as you can, flailing your legs angrily but gaining no movement or ground. He chuckles briefly.

“Make it easy on yourself and just submit,” he murmurs to you. Your face is red with anger and exhaustion as you continue to writhe beneath him, you’d be damned before you give up without a fight. Your movement earns a slight growl from the turtle on top of you. You freeze.

“Stop moving if you know what's good for you,” he hisses in your ear. Your chest heaves up and down against his own as you breathe heavily. After a moment of silence, he repeats the sentence with irritation lacing his words. “Submit to me.”

You refrain from crying out loud in frustration and sudden breathlessness as you steadily say the words, “I submit.”

You feel Raph grin against your shoulder before he stands to his feet, towering over your 5'5 frame. You feel as if his weight had left a physical dent in your body, stars appearing in your vision briefly as you greedily gulp the air he had robbed from your lungs.

The smug creature offers a hand to you and you pretend you don't see it, standing to your feet yourself. He had humiliated you. Not because he had beaten you. That would have been fair and square and you would have taken it in good sport if that had been it. But that wasn't it. He had motives behind his movements, the way he whispered in your ear... when he growled lowly as you writhed beneath him. The way he had embarrassed you and infuriated you with his mocking words beforehand.

As you are engrossed in your thoughts, everyone collects themselves and moves to leave the dojo- Splinter having wisely dismissed the session. You ignore Raph, trying not to make eye contact with him as you head towards the exit. You and the brute are the last ones in the training room which is probably exactly what he wants. His large hand grabs your forearm pulling you aside before you can make it out the door and you glare up at him heatedly beneath your hair.

His height and build looming over you intimidates you but it also has another effect that you're not sure you’d ever admit out loud. Raph's eyes make contact with yours, staring intensely for a moment before looking you over. “Did I, uh, did I hurt you at all?” He asks gruffly.

You stare at him for a long moment, torn between answering with a 'f*ck yeah you did, dickhead' and 'nope. Now piss off.'

You settle with a simple and bitter “no.”

He raises an eyebrow, amused. “Sore loser.”

You grit your teeth and poke a finger into his plastron angrily, “Sore loser?! You would've won either way and I would've been fine with it! But what I am 'sore' about is that fact that you didn't just beat me.”

He takes a step forward, a smirk playing on his lips. He seems so different. Controlled. He knows what he wants and he's surprisingly confident in his movements. You move backwards subconsciously before realizing that you have quite literally just reversed into a wall. You look up with wide eyes as he moves in closer than what your personal space limits people to.

“Why don't ya just explain then.”

“You- you humiliated me! Toyed with me, mocked me, made fun of me and then you-you....” You trail off, unable to describe his intimacy towards you without throwing yourself out to look like a fool.

“Why do you stay on the defence in a fight? You wear yourself out,” he pipes up, leaning back a little giving you room to breathe. You blink, a little shocked at the subject change.

“You're a 6'5 walking mass of muscle. I'm a stick insect in comparison. Please explain to me why I would ever hope to believe I had a chance to take you out by a full frontal attack,” you say bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest unknowingly boosting your cleavage into his view. He glances down at the flesh bursting from your bra below him and licks his lips, moving in towards you like he had before You see the resolve in his gaze flicker, he is struggling to maintain the façade. You inhale sharply, trying to continue.

“I'd be...better off...running,” you gasp as he moves his lips to rest on your neck. Your heart is in your throat, thrumming beneath the soft but firm touch of his mouth. Raph seemingly breathes in your scent before running his cool tongue over your sensitive skin, tracing the veins in your neck.

Your eyes widen at the contact, a choked gasp slipping from your mouth. There has always been chemistry between the two of you, the occasional flirting and the light banter you were both notorious for. But never had he been so blatant about his attraction towards you, never had he even gathered the courage to kiss you let alone touch you so sensually.

Then you realise, eyes widening at the sudden revelation. He’s in heat.

Your hands come up to rest on his chest but not entirely pushing him away. There’s a light pressure on your throat as he suckles at your sweet spot, delighting in the sound of your erratic breathing and whimpers.

Raphael’s right hand remains next to your head on the wall, essentially keeping you caged within his grasp.  His left hand roams over the smoothness of your waist, groaning almost silently as his hands continue caress your midriff.

“Well, then.” He whispers huskily, finally responding to your words. “I promise you don't need to run away from me.”

That was it. His mouth melds onto yours and you’re not sure who initiated the connection as his hands run up and down your body. The force of the not-so-gentle kiss pushes you into the wall leaving you vulnerable to his desires. His lips moving feverishly on yours as he captures your flesh between his teeth, asking for entrance. You moan, parting your mouth in obedience, his tongue immediately seeks out yours to battle for dominance.

The hardness of his muscled body against yours was overwhelming, the raw strength, danger and masculinity was making you swoon. ”Oh God, Raph,” you sigh in delight as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to greet that special spot once more.

He lightly nips your throat before turning to make eye contact briefly, eyes shimmering mischievously, “I think it's time for round two. Wanna rematch?”

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Faded Lines - Part 1

@devilsnevercry1388 we talked about this a while back hope you like it

@tmntlittlesister99

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Sickening Images, Death, Lots of depressing stuff so please read with caution...

Okay so if you can’t tell this is a separate thing from the ‘Birth of a Monster’ fiction I’m working on - it’s going to be in parts and come in fast but I can tell you she has learned control by this point but something about the new mutation is changing and taking over so we shall see just how crazy things are about to become 

Raven couldn’t breathe as she stared at the dojo that had been destroyed the objects that once sat or hung around the room scattered around the chamber before her emerald eyes settled on the large still form in the center of the destruction not believing what she was seeing

Raphael’s body laid limply on the ground at the center of the chaos his usually bright golden eyes empty and dull looking up at the ceiling as his body was twisted in several weird angles, his shell cracked badly before she was trailing a deep crack in his bulletproof plastron

It took less than a second for her to catch the horrid scent of blood that soaked the air clogging her lungs making her gag looking around before her eyes fell on the growing puddle under his body seeing the claw marks to his flesh marring the beautiful emerald with rivers of red that continued to collect on the ground “R-Raph… RAPHIE!”

There was no response from her mate to her dismay

She flew forward reaching for him before a blade was swiping at her throat making her move back fast looking up to see Leonardo towering over her, his face contorted in pain and anger as he held her off hearing her scream out for her older brother but she couldn’t seem to get her voice to him

“You did this! It was your fault Monster!”

She took a step back looking at her older brother as he advanced on her “What the hell’s going on here” a growl made her spin around seeing a dark shadow with red eyes in one corner of the room slowly looking over to Michelangelo in its grasp his eyes wide in fear but the baby blue eyes lifeless as they stared through her “M-Mikey…” her body shook as she faced off against the creature holding her ground before her eyes fell on the floor in front of her retching at the sight of Donatello flying backwards running into Leo’s plastron upon realizing the geniuses throat was torn out “Don… No Donnie!”

“I’ve been waiting so long for this day…” a silky laugh brought her back looking over to see it drop the orange banded turtle to the ground walking forward “I’ll finally make you pay for how all of you treated me”

The familiar scent of fear filled the air around her “No – no stop it… please leave us alone” she shifted putting her hand up to protect Leonardo before a blade sunk into her making her gasp looking back to see her oldest brother had stabbed her through the chest looking down as he pulled his katana free watching the blood dripping down her shirt as his eyes widened as if seeing his baby sister for the first time “L-Leo… Why?”

“I’m sorry little sister” his words although apologetic held no remorse as the cold icy blue orbs landed on her instantly able to place the look he was giving her; it was no different than when he had taken down an enemy… he felt nothing for taking her out

Like that she dropped to the ground feeling the warmth of the pools of blood seeping into her cloths unable to get to her feet as it started after the oldest turtle once she was down “L-Leave him alone monster… Leo, run - get away from her”

He held his ground even though she could see he was shaking in fear hating the look on his face as tears poured down his face looking over all his lost family members “I knew we should have killed you” the dark figure laughed at him descending on him fast before the forest green turtle could react grabbing him by the neck as his blade sunk into its chest, in the next second his screams filled her ears before the solid crunch echoed around her

“NO!! STOP IT – PLEASE STOP IT!”

She shook as the shadowy figure tossed the older turtle’s lifeless body aside moved closer pulling the sword out like it was nothing kneeling down beside her gently stroking one of her clawed hands over her cheeks before leaning in close shooting her a small grin “If you wanted this to stop - you should have stopped” her eyes came up slowly as the figure came into view finally coming out of the shadows recognizing the soft voice that had spoken to her before her vision cleared seeing a set of golden eyes looking down at her “If only you could have controlled me maybe you could have saved your family”

Leaned over her was a woman with long red hair streaked with black, her eyes turning cherry red as she grinned showing off those sharpened k9’s inching closer to the bleeding out teen, her cloths splattered with the blood of her family as she got up finally standing over her rebelliously jutting out one hip the way she had a tendency to do when she was being stubborn “They never cared about you…”

It was her…

“They loved me – my family loves me!” tears streamed down her face as the other woman laughed looking around the room taking in her handy work

“That’s it sweetie keep lying to yourself”

She stood over her body grinning down on herself. The monster that had killed her mate and brothers was her “Y-You’re not real… this is just a bad dream, I would never hurt them!”

The dark Raven cackled doubling over as she laughed like this was all some kind of joke “Poor Raven, you can fight it all you want - but one day I’ll get out no matter what you do – no matter how hard you try to keep me in this pathetic prison I will get loose and I will kill them” she blinked and like that she was standing again this time in the center of the dojo feeling the small arms circling her from behind hugging her tightly as if to comfort the distraught girl “I’m as real as this moment, and no matter what you try to do you will make this a reality… Very – very soon… it will come with the death and birth on the full moon”

She looked down seeing the blood on her hands before her eyes fell on the four large figures in front of her swallowing hard as the gore covered bodies of her brother’s towered over her glaring down at her accusingly

The sins of what she had done blatantly sat out in front of her

She looked down seeing the rounded belly in front of her before a sai sank deep into her chest looking up into the hatred directed at her through the eyes that had shown her so much love only hours before

“~Raven~… ~Open your eyes child~…”

“NO!!”

Raven’s eyes snapped open as a horrified scream met her ears seeing Master Splinter staring at her with apprehension before her eyes fell on the mirror just behind him seeing the bright golden eyes looking right back at her from her father’s mirror; she had transformed.

All she saw was the monster smiling back at her from the reflection

The moment she felt her body she jumped up from the floor fast shrieking loudly as she backed away from the other five figures looking down at her body not seeing the blood that had just been there on her skin or the splatters that had colored her shirt, most importantly she didn’t see the round belly that had strangely been there in the vision but as her eyes fell on that mirror again she only saw the monster grinning back at her

‘No matter what you try… this will be the reality very soon’

“Rave…” her eyes came up as her body dropped unable to keep her shaking frame up any longer looking over when Raphael jumped up from where he had been seated trying to meditate with the others coming right to her side as she shook sobbing wildly when she saw her nails had lengthened into claws the red polish on them marring the tips so it looked like their blood “Baby, hey what’s wrong” his hand reached out to her before she was on her feet suddenly with a burst of energy scrambling away from him

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!” his eyes widened as those terrified words came out as a frightened growl looking around as Leo got to his feet before Mikey was inching closer knowing to wait for Raphael’s signal that she was okay

It had been a full year since she had her last freak out so this was more than a little shocking

“Donnie she’s still in control?” Leonardo’s gentle voice jarred her remembering the look he had given her before she dug her nails deep into her thighs causing her as much pain as possible to stop the transformation from continuing

“I think so” she swallowed hard as she looked at her hands slowly soaking in her own blood before looking around seeing they were all seated in the dojo finally remembering they had been doing some meditation to clear their minds but the images of what she had seen were still there like she was looking at them now

The touch of Raphael’s hands suddenly made her body uncomfortable

She quickly spun around bolting across the room pulling a blade from the wall spinning it in her grasp raising it to plunge it into her chest knowing if she hit the right spot she could kill the monster for a small price compared to the one she was going to pay if she didn’t end it soon

A hand grabbed her arm twisting it slightly so she dropped the sword grabbing both wrists in one hand pulling her firmly against a hard chest as an arm wrapped around her waist “No I have to kill her… LET ME GO SHE HAS TO DIE!” her words suddenly echoed around her loudly as a small pain in her shoulder made her stop struggling against whoever held her feeling grounded for the first time since her eyes had opened feeling a set of teeth holding tight to her shoulder trying to bring her out of it

She was turned to face the figure behind her before a hand was on her cheek “Look at me kid… Baby ‘m right here just look at me” her eyes finally cleared as he kicked the blade away from them looking back to his younger mate as her eyes focused seeing the calming golden pools making her reach out touching the turtle that was holding tight to her carefully reassuring herself it was him “Breathe kid – yer safe now”

She pulled free from his grasp as she dropped to the floor looking at her hands “She killed them… she killed all of them and – I couldn’t… there was nothing I could do - to save you” she looked up as a pair of arms went around her holding tight to her until she seemed to take a deep breathe not smelling the blood or the fear that had assaulted her nose moments before burying her face into his neck

Her first deep breath filled her lungs with the strong scent of Raphael and everything that made up that smell before she seemed to come out of it looking up as he gave her a small smile “There she is… there’s my girl” tears dripped down her face as she looked him over reaching up touching his cheek softly before a ragged sob ripped from her throat as she ran her fingers over his face

“R-Raphie…” he slowly nodded pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before something moved looking up to see he was waving their brother’s forward “Mikey… Donnie-” they waved before she slammed into them hugging them tightly making sure her hand made contact with their skin before she even attempted to pull away

Her eyes fell on the figure that slowly approached her before he stopped unsheathing both of his blades kneeling down slowly placing them on the floor before he started back up trying to show her he trusted her

He gave a startled yelp as she tackled him knocking him on his shell as a cry broke her throat clinging to him as he swiveled on his shell before his arms were around her steadying the shaking woman “It’s okay little sister”

“I’m sorry… I tried to stop her from hurting them” the oldest turtle looked her over slowly unsure of what she had meant but one glance at Raph and he let it go knowing he would fill them in in a little bit

“My children I think it’s best we conclude our lessons for today, Raven maybe you should go rest for a bit” she looked up from where Leonardo was holding her looking like she wanted to argue but finally nodded slowly as Raphael picked her up “My son be sure she gets some sleep – I sense she had a rough night again”

His eyes locked on the others confirming what they were all thinking before he left the room cradling her limp body “I’ll get ‘er to lay down” he didn’t finish his sentence but they read the ‘I’ll be back in a bit to explain’ part as he quickly left the room

She had been the reason there had been no practice today, why they were all meditating for the day and it wasn’t until she was out of the room that the oldest turtle turned around to look at their father “Well done my son”

“It took a moment but I remembered dad. I thought she had actually slipped there” Master Splinter got up closing the door after checking to be sure the other two were in their room before waving his sons to join him “Donnie – it’s getting worse”

Leo sat down across from their father as the purple banded turtle took his spot next to him “Yeah she won’t say it but the nightmares seem to be – evolving rapidly”

“It is not the mind that is at work, your sister seems to be fighting a losing battle with another being”

There were days their father could be philosophical but what he was saying had made no sense to any of his sons “What do you mean, Raven just seems to be suffering from a slight case of sleep loss. I could give her a few pills tonight and she would be fine tomorrow if she’d take them” Donnie stayed seated as Mikey nodded at his side agreeing with his brother

“So it would seem that way but in those few moments that I was looking at her I did not see my daughter” the old rat stroked his beard deep in thought as his sons waited for him to explain why he thought what he did “It would appear the transformation is growing once more… but this time I fear it is something she won’t be able to overcome”

The oldest stood up following his father to the candles that had been blown out at some point “What do you mean dad… she was still in control” he stopped as Master Splinter turned as if to answer his sons question

“She wasn’t in control at the beginning… what Sensei was looking at wasn’t Raven” they all turned to see Raphael standing in the doorway his arms crossed over his chest looking at them with a small glare before he glanced back growling under his breath “What he saw – is a little harder to explain”

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Raphael, the Dog Lover (TMNT)

This is the pitbull thing that was requested a while ago and I figured I’d write it while I’m in the swing of writing requests. ^.^ Plus this so cute and I love doggies... My only issue is because I love doggies, I know there are several breeds of dog that are called 'pit bull'. It's a type of dog, not a breed. Personally I'm going to write the dog as a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Why? My own dog is a staffie, and a recuse for that matter. Serious note before we get onto the fic, pit bulls are often victimised by the media but the dogs are sweethearts and anyone who knows anything about the breed is well aware of this. Owners are to blame. I say this as someone who owns a dog who was quite nasty when I got her. Now she is very sweet. Her old owner used to beat her. I think that speaks miles about it. Because of this abuse of the breeds known as pitbulls, most of them end up in shelters. About half a million pit bulls are euthanised in shelters every year, about 40% of all dogs euthanised. (Not that kill shelters aren't a problem in and of themselves) Please, please, please, if you're thinking of getting a dog, consider a pit. It's a bit of a long story and this foreword is getting too long as it is, but my pitbull saved myself and my sister from being murdered. And it's not we might have been hurt, we would have died. I'll never forget that. And I'm not trying to say another dog breed wouldn't do that, all dogs would but that's my point. Pits are not these evil creatures the media makes them out to be. They're dogs. - Raphael sighed, as he ventured the rooftops. Alone. Unusual for this time of night. He should be heading home, with his brothers but tonight had been different. He'd had a small... Exchange with Mikey forcing Leo and Donnie to step in- But dammit Mikey had started it with that dumb prank! So now, he was taking the long way home. Descending from the city buildings, he made his way into the alleyway, only to hear... Whimpering? It was a strange noise but in a city like this it was one he could recognise as a dog. There were so many pet pooches around, he'd grown used to their noises. While he could have just went home and forgot about the whole thing, he was up for anything in order to avoid going home to confront his family. So follow it he did, tracking the noise to the back of some garbage cans. Lying there, nursing a clearly broken paw and a skeletal body, was the thinnest dog Raphael had ever seen. She whimpered and whined, licking at the blood seeping from the wound. Raphael grunted a little, the sight unnerving him. Poor dog, how had she gotten into such a state? He wondered. " Yer not lookin' yer best, are ye, girl? " He asked, making a few soft kissy noises to get her attention. In response the dog's head snapped up, her ears pinned back, a low growl escaping a throat. Raph slowly raises his hands. " S'alright, I'm not gonna hurt ya, " He assured, trying to work out how to calm the canine. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wrapper. It was just a cereal bar, mostly oatmeal and honey. He usually carried one or two on him, for working out if he got hungry so he didn't need to stop. Unwrapping it, he held it out carefully to her. The dog seemed to give a small sniff, examining the extended morsel before giving a few uncertain licks. Having come to the decision it was not dangerous and tasted good, she wolfed it down, her tail wagging heavily; beating against the ground. " There's a good girl. Were you hungry? " He asked, very slowly moving a hand towards her to sniff, clenched in a fist. At the sight, the dog howled, whimpering and trying to back off. Quickly Raph stopped and she calmed. He paused for a moment, frowning before he tried it again, his hand held loosely now. She seemed more calm with this, her wet nose rubbing his scales. Raph clenched his teeth a little. " It was a person that did this to you, wasn't it girl? " He asked, as she continued to explore his hand with her tongue. He wasn't really sure why he was talking to the dog, she couldn't talk back, it just felt more natural than silence. After staying there for maybe ten, fifteen minutes, slowly building up some trust with her; Raph very carefully moved to slip his strong arms beneath her, scooping her up, paying no mind to the blood that coated his arm now. The dog seemed somewhat happy to have the pressure taken off of her leg, it seemed. Slightly less so about the smell of the sewer. Upon arriving, Mikey was the first to greet him, as usual. Looking up from the comic he was reading, he took a moment to register before gasping in shock. " Dude, that's a dog, " He said, leaning over the couch, childishly. Raph grunted. " Yes, Mikey, she's a dog, " Raph agreed, making his way to Donnie's lab. " What's wrong with her leg? And how'd you know she's a she? " Mikey asked. " Someone hurt her... And you can tell on pitbulls, " He responded. " Pitbull? " Donnie looked up from his work as Raph walked in, the messy bundle of chocolate and white fur in his arms still. Studying the creature as he rose out of his chair, he corrected, " Actually I think she's a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. While Pitbull is technically correct, that's a type of dog, not a breed. " " Whatever you say Kennel Club, can you help her? " Raph asked nervously. " I don't know, I'm no vet... I'll call April and Casey, if they're free I'll ask one of them to take her to a vet. I'll try and make her comfortable until then, " Donnie agreed, clearing a space on the table for her while searching for his phone. " Al'ight, but don't mess around, " Raph agreed, patting soft ears as he placed her down. - It was a week later when Raph got a call. From April. Placing his weights to the side, he grabbed his phone and answered. " Hey? " He asked, wondering what she wanted. " Hey, Raph, it's about that dog you found. The vet's prescribed her a medical plan and they've operated on her leg but they've had to amputate it, " At the mention of this, Raph winced at the memory of the mangled leg. He wasn't surprised, it'd been a mess. " She's really underweight but the vet says she should make a full recovery and she should still be able to walk once she figures out how to balance, " April finished. " That's great, I'm glad she's doing good, " Raphael told her, as he picked up a bottle of energy drink, downing half the bottle. " Yeah but now they want to know what to do with her. The state could take her but... The nearest shelter is a high kill one. So the vet asked if I wanted to take her... But I really don't have the time for a dog. " " You're asking me if I want her? " Raph asked. " Yeah, I am... I guess if you don't we could try and find someone el- " " No, " He cut her off. " I'll take her, " He agreed without a moment of hesitation. Master Splinter was going to kill him. But it was the right thing to do. - Once she got home, she was like a new dog. Raph could hardly believe this dog April had brought with her was the same pitbull he'd found last week. " Thatta girl, " He praised, rubbing her belly as she ambled over to him, still trying to perfect the balance of running on only three legs. " Are you going to name her? " Leo asked, watching vaguely amused from the couch. " Name her? " " Well, duh, she needs a name, " Mikey quipped in response. " I vote for Turtledog. Like Batdog, but a turtle. " Raphael rolled his eyes, considering for a moment. " I don't know, I'm no good at names, " He admitted. " What about Tenshi? " Leo offered idly. While Raph's Japanese might not have been as great as his brothers, he could translate that well enough, Angel. " Mm, I guess it's better than Turtledog, " Raph agreed, chuckling as he pet her ears. " Oh and Raph, the vet mentioned something else, " April said. " Really what? " " Just to mention she's recently had pups. Maybe she was part of a puppy farm and they decided they didn't want her anymore? " April offered, trying to explain it somehow. Raphael nodded, looking back to Tenshi as she snuggled up to him. A sigh escaped him, " Where are your babies girl? I hope they're doing better than you were. " - The next day, Raph was walking Tenshi. It was a little hard, given he had to avoid being seen and let her pee and all, but he managed it. Somehow. He didn't have a leash but he didn't seem to need one, as she happily plodded along. At some point however, she seemed to be leading him, rather than him her. " Tenshi, Tenshi c'mere, where ye going girl? " He called after her, carefully following as she crossed the street. This was near where he'd found her, only maybe a block or so away. He continued to follow her, all the way to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, continuing to call after her but stubbornly she seemed to be ignoring him. Once inside, he followed her further, round the back of some dusty crates that hadn't been touched in what could have been years. There he found something most unusual. Tucked into a makeshift bed of the sheets that used to cover crates were four skinny puppies, guarded by a Dalmatian; his face battle scarred and worn. Tenshi greeted the other dog happily, nuzzling and licking faced as Raph followed curiously. Upon getting closer the Dalmatian snarled, baring his fangs however Tenshi happily trotted up to him and pressed some slobbery kissed to his leg and the spotty dog accompanying her seemed to understand. " Tenshi, these are your babies, " Raph said happily, a very proud smile on his face, his heart melting. He was glad his brothers weren't around to see him consumed by his soft side. Carefully holding out a hand to pet the Dalmatian who was now equally as curious about him, he smiled. " Is this yer mate? Has he been looking after yer pups? He's a good boy, " He praised, ruffling his ears. " C'mon, " He said, gathering up the pups in the sheet with no protest from either parent. " Let's go home, all of us. " - A year later, Raph lounged by the TV. To one side of him Tenshi was snuggled up to him. Her stomach was once more swollen with pups, she'd give birth soon. By his feet lay her loyal protector and 'Raph's good boy', Butch the Dalmatian. Only two of their first litter still remained in the Lair. Turtledog, who was of course Mikey's bundle of fun and Hana (Flower in Japanese) who had become something of a therapy dog for Master Splinter. Beowulf and Godzilla were never far behind their master, Casey. " You want some beef jerky? " Raph offered the dogs and at the mention of 'beef jerky' Turtledog had somehow appeared from the woodwork for her fair share of the food. Hana didn't seem so bothered, resting still by Splinter's feet. Looking around him, Raph was very happy he had decided to keep Tenshi. She had only brought their family happiness. She was an angel, just with four legs and a tail rather than wings.

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Second Chances [Part 6]

An assembly was called, with a single reporter allowed in to film, Uchimaki Sachiko. She took her job seriously but was very polite and professional with everyone she met as she had the camera’s set up with the help of the cameramen. When she was finally ready the classes started to pile on in lines as she stood next to Vlad.

Nezu stood straight, arms behind his back and a smile adorning his face as he greeted everyone “Good Morning, students of UA, and Welcome to the new dorms, I’m sure this was an unexpected surprise for all of you, but worry not, this is only a precaution to avoid any trouble involving villain attacks and keep all of you safe from any possible threat”.

Many students kept listening as the principal spoke, some of them started whispering to each other at the same time, just to stop talking the moment they realized they were being watched by their teachers with a look that said “Pay attention!”, causing them to look back in embarrassment for being caught.

“As many of you know, we decided to introduce a new hero class, these aspiring heroes are going to be your new classmates, and will go under special training in order to catch up with their fellow classmates”

The new hero class was standing alongside the principal, some of them were pretty calm, but others were feeling nervous at the fact so many people were staring at them. Zokujin was one of the few who was very nervous, his body shaking like a leaf as he watched the people in front of him. It made him feel faint, like he might pass out even, but he didn’t, even though he’s never had this much attention before.

A hand fell on his shoulder, making him turn around and come face to face with Kana, who gave him a reassuring smile “Remember, everything’s going to be okay!” that helped him relax a little bit.

A few of the students in the crowd seemed nervous, a few of these students looked very scary, there was even someone who was a full on skeleton! But there were a few who made lewd looks at a certain someone, Midnight’s daughter was surely going to be like her mother, right?

A few students were caught off-guard by the fact one of the students had been whistling a cartoon theme, sounded like Freakazoid? But why?

An unknown figure in the support department looked up in surprise at the sound of that song, before the corners of her mouth turned into a smile. It was her, her childhood friend had made it into UA! they could finally catch up for lost time!

“Now, for the circumstances that led to this new class, we also took the liberty to count with a new member of our staff, and a good friend of mine that accepted the offer to teach these young heroes”

Either this new teacher had an invisibility quirk or he just didn’t exist, because there was nobody new around...and yet a few Pros were clearly uneasy by something, the students weren’t sure why. Until a sudden gust of wind was quickly felt around the podium, making a few people cover their eyes, by the time everyone looked back at the podium, there was someone new standing near their principal, making a few Pros even more uncomfortable at the presence of this individual.

The individual had a big grin and was almost a bright yellow as He turned to the students and staff of U.A “Hello everyone of U.A! It’s nice to be here, and let me say, thank you Nezu for this offer, it certainly was surprising, I am Wittenstein Corovo, the new teacher of class 1-L” Corovo introduced himself, tone bright and cheerful if a tad teasing. However the place felt cold with the hard stares and grimaces coming from the staff, more than one was clearly distrustful of the new teacher.

~Meanwhile in France~

Chikako’s father, Takeshi Miyashita was a well known scientist and a very busy man who always made sure to have time for his daughter in any way he could, like right now as he watched with a proud smile as his little Chika was among the new students of UA’s hero course, feeling proud she managed to overcome the first step of her dream to become a hero.

“I’m proud of you Kiddo” he would make sure to call her later to congratulate her.

~Back in Japan, in the Sukeruton Household~

The Sukeruton family cheered “Look at him!” Mai sobbed over how Hanamaru looked, he even had his mask off!

“Think the school will let us in to hug him? Ohhhh! What if we BAKED HIM A CAKE?!” cheered Kokotsu, Hanamaru’s little sister by five years.

“I doubt it, their security is high and people don’t just waltz in” Niku droned calmly, but his eyes shone with unshed tears, he was so proud of his little brother.

Chiniku leans against the couch “Do you think….we could be heroes?” He murmured to his family.

Soeko spoke up, his grandmother, kind and sweet “Of course, they always need heroes”

That settled the household for a little bit as Chiniku’s mind raced.

~At Gran Katsune’s Home~

Katsune Kitoma, the only living grandparent of Katsune Tsukiko, watched the T.V intently, after seeing something that made her tail fluff up in irritation she started sewing and making clothes while cooking at the same time “Much too thin, clothes look terrible” she grumbled, even though they were wearing the school uniforms, clean and freshly worn.

~At Tartarus~

A couple of guards could be seen escorting a female prisoner to a different cell, the woman was looking down with a face void of any emotions, until they passed by a guard, he was watching the news about UA’s new hero class, making her head shot up in surprise at the sight of two girls amid the new students, her mouth turned into a mad smile that sent shivers down the guard’s back, specially by the dark expression in her eyes.

“Starlight? Nebula?” she threw herself at the glass separating her from the guard, startling her escorts as they pulled her back, in order to take her to her proper cell. “Wait! Those are my girls! my little girls are at UA!” they didn’t pay attention to her, dragging her back despite her cries of protest.

Another group was rolling a fully caged All For One, he was strapped with a device that nullified quirks while having a guard with him that could nullify quirks by the area he was in.

They passed by two gossiping guards “That new kid looks a lot like that other kid who broke his arms during the sports festival, what was his name again? Midoriya Izuku? Right? Think they’re related?” One asked the other.

“I heard they’re related, but he seems much calmer than the other one, not sure what his name is” The guard with the bat quirk said with a hum.

None of them noticed the grin upon All For One’s face ‘Good work boys’.

~At the Yuki Household~

Yatsume sat there, confusion filled her to the brim. Of course her daughter would pass, if she didn’t, she would have made her leave, but how did he PASS?! Someone that dangerous and pathetic?!

But was she too hasty to throw him out? He was a hero in training now, he was going to get paid for his work soon, right? She could mentally count the money they could make. He was always trying to please her, maybe she should throw him a bone? Maybe it was time he pulled his own weight.

~At the Pro-Hero Celebration~

“Look at our baby girl!” cried Chikara, fawning over the fact her baby girl Shin got in with no help, in fact she was severely disadvantaged.

“Of course she was going to get in! We trained her” Hisho grins at his wife.

“What quirk does she have?” Asked Koji as he watched his son, who was almost falling asleep despite being elbowed by another classmate.

“Oh! She’s quirkless!” They said together. Koji started choking on his drink before whipping his head at them.

“SHE’S QUIRKLESS?! HOW DID SHE GET IN?” He rasped, full of concern for their daughter “Who is she?”

“Oh, that one, right there” Chikara points at the she-hulk like girl, Koji choking for a different reason now.

“WHAT KIND OF TRAINING DO YOU GIVE HER?!” he yelped, breathless.

“Oh, she has her own training room, and she’s been getting better at arm wrestling with me” Chikara grins as Koji pales.

“My god” Koji mumbles, that poor class has a monster.

~At a simple dress shop~

Shinja cried softly, her baby girl looked so pleased to be there. Kira looked so determined and happy. Maybe she should make her a new dress to celebrate her joining U.A? That seemed ideal, they may be tight on money, but she did have her skills.

Opening her drawer of cloth, she started to pick out her best, remembering her beautiful drawing of a hero costume “For my baby girl” she hums happily.

~At the Turismo Household~

Nanimo claps with the family, tears in her eyes at how Ford looked, so proud and happy “He’s grown so much” she mumbled happily.

Unzari scoffed heavily “Why become a hero unless the pay is good? So many heroes die” He grumbled as he snuffed out another cigarette before lighting another one.

Yobunna was in the kitchen, chopping up carrots for their stew as her mind wandered to her baby brother Ford, would he live? Wasn’t other U.A classes attacked this year?

Mujin scoffed “So what if they get paid well? He should have stayed quirkless” grumbled the grandmother.

Rimen quirked his mouth into a smile “Gran, quirks for can’t choose to get to leave” he tried to remind her, only for her to scoff and roll away in her wheelchair, what a spiteful old lady.

~The Hitonoke Household~

“THAT’S MY BABY” Gabriel cried, tears of absolute delight gathering at the corners of his eyes “THAT’S HER, JUST THERE, SMILING! MI NIÑA"

Raphael groaned from his spot on the sofa, lifting up his leg to grab his slider and toss it towards his father "Dad, you're in the way, move! I want to watch the ceremony!"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO MEAN, RAPH?!"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO ANNOYING!?"

Emiko laughed from her spot in the kitchen, feeding another spoonful of mush to little Maria as she called back "Behave you two! Gosh sometimes it feels like I have six children"

"That's because you do, madre" Leo muttered, looking through the fridge.

From upstairs, Santino sat in his room, watching the interview with stars dancing in his eyes.

"That's my sister!" He whispered to himself "My hero!"

~The White Household~

"Oh, look at her!" Magabella laughed, placing her knitting down on her lap "She looks so happy! And look at little Space Rocks! Oh, they gave him a little tie, bless him"

Saoirse laughed heartily, her arm wrapping around her wife’s shoulder “That’s our girl, Maggie! Amazing as ever! That’s all you right there~”

Magabella's face grew warm “Oh, well, I don’t think it’s all me-”

The other woman pressed a kiss onto Magabella’s cheek, feeling her heart flutter at the sight of her wife’s bashful expression “Sweetheart, it’s 100% you! Now, I gotta call little Mikey and tell him what’s up!”

~The Kasshoku Household~

Roreru scrunched up her face in distaste. Zokujin is now in U.A, and it sickened her "How could anyone let him in? He's absolutely useless" she scoffed at the thought of the shame he brought her family's name.

Kouma grumbled "This wouldn't have happened if you had allowed me to discipline the thing as I saw fit" he growled at Roreru.

Aikokusha barely looked up from her plate of food "Well, at least without him here, he won't be sucking up our food" she grunted as she ate a chicken leg eagerly.

Akairo glanced at his parents "but won't he be making money now? Serious money" that made the family go quiet, scheming.

Kocho watched the TV, as close to the TV as allowed and murmured softly to herself "big brother is a hero now" she watched as another girl comforted her big brother and her eyes sparkled, big brother was making friends! Kocho hoped she could meet them too one day.

~At the League~

The silence of the shock filled the room, they actually made it in? But Toga's attention was somewhere else, her laughter distracting everyone else in the hideout.

"Hey Shigi, when did you become a hero, eh?" They turned to where she was pointing and quickly realized what she was talking about. There in the new group of aspiring heroes, was a boy, he looked dead on like Shigaraki, maybe a little younger. He was being comforted by a girl standing beside him.

"Huh, you got family?" Spinner asked curiously.

Shigaraki could only shake his head numbly "None that I’m aware of" he mumbled, scratching his neck in irritation while trying to rack his brain for some answer, anything, but nothing came to him.

"If he is related to you, maybe you could recruit him?" Magne suggested calmly.

Silence reigned over as Shigiraki stared at the screen, thinking deeply.

~After the Ceremony~

None of the new students could catch up with their new teacher, he was gone much too quickly for them to catch up. Some of the U.A students gave the new students a warm welcome or avoided them like the plague.

Hanamaru was often avoided for his scary appearance, so he got the chance to view others mill about. He swore he saw one of the teachers trade phones with the reporter, but he wasn’t too certain, and it wasn’t his business to know what they did in their lives, so who cared?

Midnight helped Chikako out when too many boys tried to badger her for her number. sending those poor boys a glare so cold it would seem like she had an ice quirk instead.

Mineta tried bothering the new girls, but Aizawa had quickly dealt with his unruly student, wrapping him up and leaving him hanging from a tree, out of the way from harassing any other female students, the teacher was unaware when three other students showed up with bats and blindfolds, heading towards the confused boy “Pinata!~”

Finally, when the ceremony was over and it was time for everyone to leave, no one noticed a beaten up mineta being dragged out by his fellow classmates.

~The next day~

Today class 1-L was to officially meet their teacher, Wittenstein Corovo, they saw him yesterday, but never actually had the chance to talk to him. The bell had rung a solid ten minutes again and still no sign of Wittenstein.

At this point, several of the students may have been thinking of getting another teacher to find their missing teacher when the door opened and Wittenstein came in, grinning like he was yesterday “Sorry about that class! A black cat crossed my path, so I had to take the long way” but he was wearing a familiar pair of glasses.

“Why is it so dim in here? Turn on the light-” he tripped over nothing and half way to his desk, slipping like he was in a cartoon and papers flying everywhere.

He gets up, looking disheveled and surprised, even confused “What just happened?”

The door, which was wide open now, made a scowling Present Mic, sans his iconic glasses, stroll in and snatch back the glasses from Wittenstein before storming back out, Wittenstein was quiet for a moment before speaking up.

“What’s his problem?...and who is he anyway?” the collective groans from the classroom could be heard all the way to class 1-A.

Wittenstein dusted himself off before looking around “Well….seems I lost my paperwork...so I guess we can do a classroom activity instead” He said as the classroom eyed the paper that was now surrounding Wittenstein on the ground.

“So, for a classroom activity, we can pick out a class president and class deputy” That seemed to focus their attention back onto him and away from the sudden mess behind him.

“Now, for class president, it’ll either be voting, or common sense and stress, we can’t have a complete idiot or coward leading, but you must want this position too” he gave them another smile followed by a tilt of his head.

“Now, some of you may not feel like you’re fit for the role, or may not want it at all, SO! if any of you have a suggestion, please raise your hand!” Corovo gave them an example, raising one of his limbs high towards the ceiling.

The classroom fell into silence, some of the students were looking away, clearly uncomfortable at the idea of leading all these people, some were unsure if they wanted to suggest taking over the role themselves, it would probably not be allowed anyways.

“One more thing, You’re not allowed to vote for yourselves!”

...Of course he’d say that, was this teacher some kind of mind reader?!

“Why, you may wonder? It’s simple really! Part of being a hero it’s about teamwork, sometimes you have to rely on your fellow teammates. Now, any suggestion….anyone?”

Silence reigned over the room for another minute, until Chikako shyly raised her hand.

“Yes Kayama? would you like to take over as class president?” She shook her head quickly.

“Actually...I’d like to nominate Eva, she did pretty well during the entrance exam, and her quick thinking helped us...maybe she’d like to consider the idea?”

Some of the students turned to look at Eva, the girl in question jumping in surprise before slowly beginning to sink into her seat, her hands grabbing her hair and tugging slightly.

“I...uh…” Space Rocks sat up, placing his head on her lap in a comforting manner “...I appreciate the thought, but I don’t think I would be cut out for that position, sir”

Another hand went up into the air, slow and shaky, not used for any kind of attention even when he brought it onto himself.

"Yes Shimura? Would you like to try out for class president?" Asked Wittgenstein.

Zokujin shook his head fast "no….I just want to...nominate Midoriya, he didn't back down….or break down from the….misunderstanding with class 1-A, if anything he was fast to defend…"

Two more hands shot up, Shiromori Zetsu and Akatani Mitsaru.

"I would also like to nominate Midoriya" Zetsu said, not giving any more insight into his thought process.

Mitsaru smiled, before he shyly ducked his head "I too would like to vote for Midoriya-Kun"

“Oh I agree!” Piped up Chava from the back “He defended Zoku, so I think he deserves the spot!”

Ford waved his arm like he was about to take off as a helicopter "I VOTE FOR KUMO TOO!"

Both Eva and Chikako looked at eachother, like they were telling each other “that’s a good idea!” before giving their votes as well.

Joel leans back in his chair, arm lazily held up “I vote for Shin, she’s like, super strong as fuck” he says easily, not even thinking about this seriously. Or bothering to notice the look his teacher gave him.

Meldori raised her hand “I vote for Shinso, seeing that he’s been here at UA since the start of the school and would know more than us” she says confidently, ignoring the stink eye thrown her way.

The class was silent until Chura raised his hand “I vote for Shinso then, power and not backing down from a fight is nice, but we need a president who knows what he’s doing and what UA has in store.” He finished rather curtly.

Mikumo rose his hand “since I can’t vote for myself, and many I don’t know that well, I agree with Onigumo, having someone who is advanced when it comes to U.A. is a much needed skill”

Tsukiko rose her hand “I vote for Inzen, we can’t have a president with no sense of humor, just sour faces all of the time”

Shinso sighed and slowly raised his hand “I vote for Mikumo” he said evenly. Shin and Ryogami raised their hands at the same time “I vote for Shinso” they said together. Shitae laughed, waving her hands “I like both of them! Grumpy faces!” She laughed.

“Shinso’s actually a pretty good option, I vote for him too!” Kana agreed with her classmates, hand raised slightly.

Kira and Hanamaru both raised their hands and voted for Mikumo, the last person to vote was Kishin.

Said girl didn’t bother to raise her hand “why don’t you be the president? Why does it have to be one of us?” she asked their teacher.

“Class President represents the class during certain events, and it can’t be the teacher since it’s his job to teach us, not represent us, only we can do that” Shinso explained to her.

Kishin nodded slowly “You’re...Shinso, right?” and at his nod she announced “Then I vote for you Shinso”

Wittenstein, who has been writing down all of the votes hummed in confirmation “So, from what I can see, Mikumo wins as class president, but Shinso as class deputy”

There was a round of applause from the classroom, equal feelings of victory and pride.