#don’t worry raphael sweetie

[changeling-fae]

I want to play BG3 for more Raphael stuff but am currently stuck with responsibilities, bleh. I have to turn in my rough draft on the Lovecraftian elements within Kurosawa Kiyoshi’s J-horror films and how the themes of existential helplessness ties into the concept of life and death.

[pianocat939]

I think I’m crumbling a little bit and kinda need to reset so I’m going to indulge myself.

This is purposely romantic, but I suppose in some parts can be platonic as well.

I’m a sad little human rn so I’m just gonna rant about my obsession for a while.

Tw: it’s long, everything is so inconsistent, this is a mess, manipulation, implied murder, worshipping, religious themes (as in MC is the religion), trauma, dependency issues,

Yandere Rottmnt Hcs (Only the turtles)

Raphael

Type: Dependent + Violent

• He’s a very very good boy who needs a lot of comfort from all the burden he’s had from being the eldest.

• Therapist MC? Therapist MC.

• Since the day you met, the two of you became much closer with the turtles. Especially Raphael.

• You found out you and him had some similarities, mostly with the problems in each other’s life. The feeling of responsibility weighing down on both of your lives; having trouble expressing weakness due to being always relied on.

• At first the poor big boy didn’t want to really open up in fear of being judged, but slowly he comes to spilling all his tears out.

• “I’m really glad we met, Y/n. Now I don’t feel so alone standing up so high.”

• Every time you visit the lair he excitedly pulls you to either the training grounds or his room. There, he shows his new moves or talks about his worries and thoughts.

• Overtime he becomes dependent on the attention; following you around to all the places you go to (without being seen as a mutant ofc).

• He just finds so much comfort in your love! He feels so safe and appreciated! All he wants to do is cling onto you!

• Of course, this becomes a problem. Primarily when you have things to do other than school or work. Even if you try to explain to him, he'll justify himself by insisting you need him just as much.

• Let's say you somehow manage to avoid him once. However, the Foot clan decides to show up and give you a little “nick”.

• Raph is right on the enemies' tail, but is enraged at the sight he finds himself at.

• Then, he breaks.

• Malewife turns into manslaughter. When the fight is over, his bloodied hands hug his terrified friend.

• "Hey, hey, it's ok now. I'm here, I'm always here. You were there for me, and now it's time I return the favor."

• He's definitely kidnapping you after the incident (or “keeping you safe” as he likes to say). His anxiety gets so bad he just can't think rationally if he doesn't know where you are at all times.

• Will ask for cuddles and forehead kisses 101%.

• Speaking of cuddles, he holds you so close and tight, to the point it’s a little suffocating. Again, calls it “keeping you safe”.

• Bro literally does almost everything with you; sleeping, eating, watching/playing anything, and ofc affection.

• He’s extremely dependent, maybe not on doing things per se, but needs you for emotional security.

• If you ever escape he'll go on a rampage, destroying everything around him until he finds you. It's so bad his brothers can't stop him.

• “Sweetie, where are you?! I’m freakin’ out!”

• His anxiety eats him up, to the point he panics if you aren’t in the same room 24/7. If you ever want privacy you’ll have to hand a plushie of yourself (graciously made by Mikey), but will only keep him busy for a few minutes.

• He’s very suffocating, but means well…If murdering and hiding bodies means well that is.

Leonardo

Type: Manipulative + Dependent (Indirectly)

• We all know he’s the master of mind games.

• His actions don’t really start until a little later in your friendship; only because he’s a dumbass about his feelings (like he's obviously some type of gay) and kept making excuses.

• It could be quite anything that will trigger him into realization but once he does, he’s unstoppable. The reason will probably be some heart-to-heart interaction, especially with all the trauma he keeps inside.

• The reason he even does manipulate is 1. he’s good at it, 2. he wants to have you rely on him, and to see him as your knight in shining✨ armor.

• Now to elaborate a bit more on the second reason he manipulates, he feels useless. He doesn't express it too much, mainly when he covers his emotions with humor. I think we all know he canonically feels useless (ex. Don Suave episode).

• So to simplify things, he feels useless, so to make himself feel better he tries to be useful to you...By making you feel helpless.

• He's subtle at first. For example, he comments about how mean your friends are sometimes, or why hanging out with him is much more fun with his portal ōdachi.

• "Y'know I was hoping that we could hang out in the Hidden City, but if you're going to shop with your other friends then I suppose I'll go alone."

• But later on, he feels you don't depend on him enough so he multiplies the intensity as time flows.

• Prepare for his unleashing. He'll start inviting you to missions (effortless ones, nothing to get you too injured) and save you if you're ever in a time of assistance. Don't worry, he'll protect you, you should never worry about your safety when you're with him.

• "You're safe, no danger when my fabulous presence is here~"

• If you're the type of person who doesn't mind being dependent then he'll be ecstatic. Calling you his "distressed darling" while snickering.

• He'll surprisingly confess like a normal, legal being. No, you can't reject him because he'll just manipulate you even more.

• If you don't like being dependent on someone too much then he might snap.

• Why can't you appreciate all he's done for you? He's just trying to be a good friend!

• He'll angrily confess, gripping your shoulders and a mad look in his eyes. "I'm doing this so that maybe, you would find me useful! So that maybe you'll see how much I- I- I love you!"

• He's a wreck and will continue to manipulate you until you finally accept his love and hardships. Once you do, you'll be a pretty normal couple, except for how oddly accepting you are of his actions.

• You're his little darling, all vulnerable without him right by your side.

(Sorry I have to go ham with him, he's the perfect material for this type of writing, and I'm similar to his personality so I can understand everything about him accurately.)

Donatello

Type: OVERPROTECTIVE + Controlling

• Really, his horrifying demeanor is quite the delicious thing to write.

• Not only is he someone of implied violence, but he's also the exact definition of many villain troupes. So he would be an excellent antagonist (which is quite literally what this blog is about).

• You see, villains usually tend to have some type of downfall before their absolute breaking. In this case, Othello Von Ryan, felt as if his inventions were never advanced enough for his family and friends (no he would never fucking admit it).

• But then you came along and god is he an excited little boy. If you show even the smallest interest in his work he'll chatter away, his eyes brighter than the moon.

• Praise him, he's hooked for life. Finally, someone sees his genius technology!

• "You need to lay your eyes upon my new circuit work! It is not only smaller, but it contains the inner workings of your phone but complex on the triple!"

• But then he notices that there's an outside world that you wander on; endangering your life every day.

• He rarely shows his emotions, but when he's alone he feels a dark worry clawing at his brain, feeding him horrible thoughts.

• What if you get hurt wandering the city? You never know what the dark corners appear to have. They could injure you so badly! Even worse, murder you!

• He overthinks things already as a sane person so it's not a surprise that he suddenly hands small but effective weaponry to you, a crooked smile of unease gleaming in the dim light of his lab.

• You appreciate the thought, but soon it becomes overboard with the things he suggests.

• He's made a protective shell for you (more on defense than offense), any sharp edges in the lair are covered in some sort of soft material, and any technology you used to own will now be destroyed and replaced by his handwork (no hackers in this household).

• You're so precious to him, and if the person he loves so much disappears, he doesn't know what he'll do.

• "I'm going to attach a non-tracking attachment to your phone, alright? You can never be sure about what people are trying to do." It includes a tracker that only he can access.

• If you ever try to stop his behavior he brushes it off and continues to work on his technology. Most likely some type of camera to watch you.

• One day, an incident happens near you and you end up being wounded, having to call him for help as the hospital bills are not worth it.

• He'll act slightly distressed, but nothing too noticeable; however, he's panicking inside and unleashing all his medical tools stashed in the corner of his lab.

• He'll ask his brothers to deliver you to his working space, getting all the chemicals and instruments ready. His mind is running wild, thinking of all possible situations that could happen.

• Once he knows you're safe and all operations are a success, he'll usher his family out of the room. Stating you need rest as he monitors your health.

• He clutches one of your undamaged limbs, tears pouring down as he blabbers, "I never express my true thoughts but darling you worried me so much! I could never bear the thought of you hurt without me there to save you!"

• You're literally unconscious and he'll be making promises about how he'll keep you safe and away from harm. Which may or may not be him keeping you trapped at the lair.

• Consider yourself an eternal hospital patient because he treats you like one. Your diet, physical activity, and even sleep schedule will be monitored by him. Daily check-ups are also another thing.

• If you ever question his drastic measure he'll just quietly mumble, "Hm whatever you say, now let's watch some Jupiter Jim as I assess your temperature and overall well-being."

• He'll admit his feelings in a secluded way and just assumes you like him back. He's the smartest, and most handsome man alive!

• Once you're together he'll try to be a little more expressive on his feelings, but not really. He'll for sure tell you his violent tendencies whenever he sees a friend of yours walking down the streets though.

• Overall, he worries a lot and can't seem to get rid of his anxiety that sky rockets whenever you're not in a designated safe area.

Michelangelo

Type: Obsessive + Delusional

• Another one great for writing. Now at first, he seems to be cheerful, and pure, when really he has a twisted mind himself (in his own adorable way ofc).

• He develops his obsession rapidly, within a few months of being friends with you. He'll ask questions about your interests and dislikes, trying to soak up any information as much as possible.

• He is an artist, so he loves viewing you as his "muse". He thinks that you can do no wrong and that the world is meant to revolve around you no one else.

• Needless to say, he loves recreating you in any shape or form. Sometimes, he'll create a recipe dedicated to you and only you. Heck, he'll try to name a shade of some color after you (even though it's already named).

• He wants to surround himself with the encompassment of you. The walls of his room are painted your favorite color, and pictures of you line up those same walls. He also has sketchbooks upon sketchbooks dedicated to you.

• "I think them standing with their arms spread out really captures their beauty!"

• He's obsessive for sure, but he's delusional too.

• He thinks that no one deserves to see you because he assumes they are worthless compared to your divinity. Which leads to him trying to worship you as if you're a god of some sort.

• He'll stop you from interacting with friends and family; with the only exceptions being his family (even then they are always on the lookout by Dr. Delicate Touch).

• Will he bring offerings? Yes, he will.

• It can be quite a few things. Most cuisine he's made or artworks he's created, but occasionally he'll write little poems about you. He is an embodiment of creativity after all.

• "My god! My deity! Will you take this artwork of you as an offering?"

• Don't try stopping him with anything really. He may be the youngest but he definitely knows exactly what to do may there be a chance you try to run away or distance yourself from him.

• He'll follow you and cling to you just like Raph, except more cautious. He believes your touch is holy so holding your hand and grabbing onto you is quite the revelation for him.

• If he ever does confess, it's a rollercoaster, honestly.

• He feels self-conscious about him not being your equal (how he puts it as anyway) and hesitates before dramatically expressing his undying love.

• He'll kiss your hand and act like you found a cure to all cancer or something.

• "Oh baby you make me so happy! I can't even say how much I love you!"

• Nothing really changes, he'll be more physically affectionate, and may possibly commit arson every time someone gets a little too close.

• But no one could ever blame such an adorable guy like him right? As if he wouldn't commit murder if it weren't for the laws of society!

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This is such a mess but I don’t really care because all I’m trying to do is haul myself out of this goddamn depressive state.

Yes it’s 1 AM and I’m about to pass out.

- Celina

[hassedah]

Raphael take care MC who is sick :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here is the headcanon with Raphael from the series under sick MC.

I hope you enjoy it!

Take care of yourself and have a nice day ^^

Raphaël rarely gets sick, apart from a few rather annoying migraines. Lastly, since you've been with him he's been coping much better with his migraines, which doesn't mean he doesn't have any pain at all, just that the pain is much more manageable when you're there to look after him. So it's out of the question for him not to be there to take care of you when you fall sick.

He's not the most anxious, which doesn't mean that he doesn't worry, but rather that he manages to get himself together quite easily. Ethan is an excellent doctor, and Aaron also has a very good knowledge of medicine. Let's just say Raphaël can cure a cold or flu without too much trouble and he can stitch up a wound without aggravating it. However, he's less confident in his abilities when you're the one who falls ill. He wouldn't want to risk making you sicker... or hurting you by making a mistake.

You weren't feeling well this evening. Raphaël had got up a little before you to go and wash in the bathroom. You had originally planned to join him as you often do, but you quickly gave up the idea. Your head felt like it was being squeezed in an ever-tightening vice, you were aching all over and your throat was hoarse. You sank back under the warm sheets of your bed, groaning. You had planned to go out for a walk in the forest with Raphaël this evening, but that seemed compromised if you didn't feel better soon. Hoping that you'd get some sleep and feel better, you closed your eyes in search of sleep.

You woke up a quarter of an hour later to the sound of your bedroom door opening. Far from feeling any better, the simple light from the corridor made you groan in pain.

“MC?

-Hmm. You answer weakly.

-MC? Sweetie? Is something wrong?" Raphaël asks you in a worried voice. He strides towards you, narrowly missing hitting a piece of furniture in the process.

“Don't hurry, honey," you mumble in a pasty voice. I wouldn't get very far in my condition anyway...

However, Raphaël soon finds himself sitting on the bed next to you.

“You really don't look well this evening. Your voice sounds very tired, what's wrong?

-I've just got a bit of a headache... and a sore throat too..., you sigh before resuming more sincerely, in fact I feel like I've been working out for hours, I'm aching all over...

-Do you want me to go and get Ethan? Raphaël suggests straight away.

-No... it's fine. It'll probably pass tomorrow. But I'm sorry, we won't be able to go for a walk in the woods as planned. I wouldn't even trust myself enough to go down the stairs without falling.

-Oh, love, he's kissing your forehead gently, it is all right, don't worry about it, we'll go another time. I'd rather you got some rest tonight if you need it. But if you feel that bad, maybe I should go and get Ethan anyway.

-He's probably off to Moondance by now..." you reply with a sigh.

Raphaël lifted his head for a moment to concentrate on the presence in the manor before sighing.

“It is true that I don't feel everyone in the manor... He always has to leave at the wrong moment," grumbles Raphaël.

I think I'll feel better tomorrow," you reply. Really, I just need to rest a bit, it's fine if Ethan isn't here.

-If that's what you want," Raphaël says gently, caressing your cheek, then pauses for a moment before continuing You're burning up, my sweetie... I'm going to go and get you a bottle of water, I don't want you to get dehydrated.

-Okay, I'm not likely to move from here anyway," you joke, taking his hand to kiss it before he leaves.

Raphaël returned just a few minutes later with the bottle of water, sitting down again on the bed beside you before handing it over. You took a few sips and put it on the bedside table. Raphaël kissed your forehead again before asking.

“Do you want me to stay with you? I can take a book up to the bedroom and read with you while you rest. Or can I go and make you a cup of tea too? I'd suggest some music, but I'm afraid that would only make your headache worse. But you can ask me anything you like, I'll do it if it makes you feel better.

I just want you to lie next to me... at least until I fall asleep...”

Raphaël came against you and you snuggled up against his shoulder. He kissed your temple before whispering softly.

"I love you my love, you can rest easy. I'm going to stay with you."

You mumbled faintly as you felt your eyelids starting to feel heavy.

"I love you too. "

[thegayconsumesme]

I headcanon Mammon, Michael, Lilith, and Raphael as siblings so- (PT. 2)

Lilith: I'm bored. Mammon: Wanna commit first degree murder? Lilith: Sure! Michael, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Raphael down!!

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Michael: How late were you up last night? Lilith & Mammon, in tandem: Me? Michael: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time. Michael, to Raphael: You.

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*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy* Michael: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing? Mammon: No, Michael. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs. Michael: No, that’s not part of it— Mammon: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there? Raphael: I would want to live with no legs. Mammon: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Raphie. You don’t do anything. Michael: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him. *Mammon pumps frantically* Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute. Mammon: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour? Lilith: How’s that gonna help you? Mammon: I will divide and then count to it. Lilith: Right. Michael: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song? Mammon: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

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Raphael: I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much. Lilith: You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad. Raphael: And I reserve that right! After all.... Raphael: I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879! Lilith: There were no movies made in 1879. Raphael: *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping! Mammon: Oooh! Let’s go ask Michael if he saw it in theatres!

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Raphael: What’s your biggest fear? Lilith: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone. Mammon: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back. Michael: Zombies. Raphael: ... Lilith: ... Mammon: ... Michael: BUT they can open doors.

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Lilith: Where's Raphael? Mammon: Don't worry, I'll find them. Mammon, shouting: Michael sucks! Raphael, distantly: Michael is the best person ever! Fuck you! Mammon: Found them.

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*In a horror movie situation* Michael: I've got no service in my phone here. Raphael: Shoot, my battery just died. Mammon: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer. Lilith: Guys, my phone is a book.

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Raphael, watching Lilith & Mammon panic : What's going on? Michael: Lilith is having a midlife crisis and Mammon is just having a crisis.

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Lilith: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Raphael: Eyy, homie! Mammon: But then there's cootie... Michael: Die.

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Raphael: We need a way to lure in new customers? Michael: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events! Lilith: Mammon bath water. Mammon: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Mammon: *is hugging Michael* Raphael: Hey! It's my turn to hug Michael! Raphael: *grabs Michael* Lilith: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot! Mammon: No, It's still my turn! Michael: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly! Raphael: But we need the moral support! Mammon: And you're small! Which is cute! Lilith: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning. Michael: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

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Mammon: Hey Raphael. Raphael: *punches Mammon in the stomach* Mammon: What the fuck? Raphael: You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this. You're too young....YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL! Mammon: What the fuck are you talking about? Raphael: I'm talking about the baby that's growing inside of your belly right now. Michael: See ya! *leaves* Mammon: I'm not pregnant! Raphael: Well, not after that punch you're not. I've been taking muay thai classes. Mammon: I was never pregnant, Raphael! Raphael: Are... you sure? Mammon: Yes I'm fucking sure! Lilith: I'm sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here? Raphael: Oh, I found this positive pregnancy test and— Lilith: *punches Mammon in the stomach* Mammon: AW, MOTHERFU--

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Raphael, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down. Mammon: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven... Michael, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven? Raphael, spraying Mammon: You FUCKING DUMBASS! Mammon: Dude, I forgot- Raphael: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!? Lilith: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

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Lilith: I'm bored. Mammon: Wanna commit first degree murder? Lilith: Sure! Michael, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Raphael down!!

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Raphael: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Raphael: *aggressively throws water bottles* Michael: Uh... what's up with them? Lilith: They're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Raphael: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Mammon, crying: It's working.

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Lilith: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution. Mammon: You could lose a few. Raphael: You could be less lazy. Michael: Don’t be such a bitch. Lilith: Okay DAMN, SHIT.

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Michael: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Raphael: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Michael: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Raphael: But I heard a siren. Lilith: That was Mammon. Mammon: Sorry, I got nervous.

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Lilith: Time sensitive question: how flirt boy. Raphael: Throw rocks at him. Michael: Hot Dogs. Mammon: Kill him. Lilith: Thanks guys.

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*The brothers when they drop food on the floor* Raphael: Aw man. *Throws it away* Lilith: Five second rule! Michael: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor* Mammon: *Sobs on the floor*

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Michael: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. Lilith: That's deep. Mammon: That means that ketchup is a smoothie. Lilith: That's deeper. Raphael: ...You guys are idiots.

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Michael: I just found out from Raphael today that when Lilith died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Mammon said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

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Mammon & Lilith in the back of Michael's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! Raphael: We have food at home. Michael: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough* Mammon & Lilith: YAYYYYYY! Michael: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

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Mammon: *points at Michael* A human turtleneck, *points at Raphael* a narcissistic monster, *points at Lilith* and literally the dumbest person I’ve ever met. Lilith: And who am I? Describe me now.

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Michael: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something! Raphael: You left me, Mammon, and Lilith in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago. Michael: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Mammon: Where in father’s name is Lilith? Michael: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe they melted? Raphael: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

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Raphael, teaching Mammon to drive: Okay, you're driving and Michael and Lilith walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Mammon: Oh, definitely Michael. I could never hurt Lilith. Raphael, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

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Raphael: Those darn tall old people. Lilith: Darn em' indeed. Michael: Don't worry, they'll be gone soon enough. Mammon: *sharpening knife* Yes. Dead. The Siblings: Mammon: Hahaha. Mammon: ...Is this self-destructive behaviour?

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Lilith, pointing to the wall: What color is this? Raphael: Gray. Michael: Grey. Lilith, turning to Mammon: Now tell them what color you think it is. Mammon: Dark white.

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Lilith: It’s time to turn this into a real business. Mammon: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes? Michael: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes? Raphael: I handle our accounting.

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*Michael drunkenly wanders around the house and Lilith is drunkenly giggling* Raphael, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Mammon. Mammon, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: Okay... This is what I'm not expecting. *has become a fox who has nine tails* What am I? A sneaky bitch?

Asmo: Sweetie~ It's not even bad~!

MC: What do you mean "not bad"? I made a nest in my room. I've experienced mixed emotions and cried a lot for days. And I just turned out to be a fox?

Lucifer: That is actually weird, considering that Barbatos is a bat demon while Raphael is an archangel.

MC: *sigh* What can I even do with this form? Slap bitches with my tail?

Mammon: Eh? Why? Don't you feel that you have gained powers?

MC: Nope. Not at all. I've gained fox ears and tail, but I just feel the same.

Satan: *touches their tail* But your tail feel so soft.

MC: I'm not giving you permission to touch them, Satan.

Belphie: This is fan service.

MC: Do you want to die?

Levi: *taking pictures of them*

Lucifer: *sigh* By the way, I have heard that Barbatos has returned.

MC: ...

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: You're in trouble again. Especially with that form.

MC: Hey, do you think you can ask Solomon to come here? Maybe he can fix me.

Lucifer: Don't worry. He will go here for sure.

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Solomon: MC? When did you get into cosplay?

MC: *slaps him*

Solomon: Ouch! I'm just asking!

MC: Can you fix me or not?

Solomon: Err... Hmm. Well, I think I can, but only temporary.

MC: What?

Solomon: Your form can be triggered when you are being seduced. In short, seeing a certain someone would make you look like a fox demon again.

MC: And who's this certain someone I need to avoid?

Solomon: *rolls eyes* Raphael did this to you.

MC: I-

MC: Wait.

MC: That bastard is a furry?

Solomon: How would I know? Maybe? You look cute by the way.

MC: *slaps him again*

Solomon: Ow! That's the second time!

MC: I'll do it third if you don't stop messing around.

[n00dl3gal]

Like Old Times (Father-Son Bonding AU)

A direct sequel to the “Expiration Date” fic, which I’ll link in a reblog. I’ve also posted all my fics in this AU to AO3!! Thanks again to @thetriggeredhappy for their help and just generally being a cool dude, and the Scoutsune Discord server for indulging my brainrot

No warnings beyond family schmoop!

Less than an hour after the bread monster incident, the Administrator called for a ceasefire. “Only while your base is repaired,” she said over the TV screen. “BLU is quite disappointed in this negligence- as am I. Regardless, you may use these three days as you see fit. Go home, stay here- whatever you do, no more bread monsters.” The screen turned off with a click. 

Scout exhaled through his nose. He was thankful there was no mention of him or Miss Pauling’s woodchipper. 

Spy decloaked behind him. “Less time than I wanted, but c’est la vie.” Scout looked at him over his shoulder. “I’m meeting with an old contact during our break,” Spy said in Italian. “Would you like to come along? It’ll be like old times.” 

Scout’s brow furrowed, but he nodded. At least this way, he’d get out of helping Engie and Heavy with repairs. And possibly meeting Miss Pauling’s woodchipper. 

“Excellent. Our flight is at 7 AM tomorrow.” 

“We’re flying commercial?” Scout asked, also in (more hesitant) Italian. 

“Our destination is continental. We’ll leave the base by 5:30.” Scout groaned as Spy started to leave. But- wait, he hadn’t- 

“Oi, where are we going, anyway?” he called back in English. 

Spy paused to look at him and smile. “Boston.” 

“Why do we always get the ass-crack-of-dawn flights?” Jeremy asked groggily, reclining his seat.

“They are the ones with first-class seats available,” Raphael replied. He took a sip from his mimosa. 

“Yeah, cuz God forbid you fly coach for once.” Jeremy shifted, trying to get comfortable. “Hey. Have I ever been to Boston before?”

Raphael didn’t answer immediately. His lip sucked in, as if in thought. “Yes. When you were very, very young. You wouldn’t remember.” 

Jeremy nodded. He wanted to ask more, there was something Raphael wasn’t saying but… well, he was never a morning person. He fell asleep before the plane even took off. 

. . .

It was mid-afternoon by the time they landed in Boston. Jeremy was never fond of long flights; having his legs cramped like that for extended periods of time was murder. He was half tempted to take a jog around Logan International. Raphael, on the other hand, was ushering them both to the car rental. “Can’t even get a stretch in, huh?”

“Unfortunately, we are expected by 4, and I would hate to keep my contact waiting,” Raphael explained in French, accepting the keys from the girl at the counter. “She’s not a very patient woman, in some regards.” 

Jeremy huffed but didn’t argue. He just followed his father to the rental, tossing his suitcase in the backseat. “Y’know, the girl at the counter-” 

“We will not have time for you to go out on a date, Jeremy.” 

“No! No, it was- her accent’s kinda like mine, it’s weird,” Jeremy said. Raphael started the car. “Cuz I’ve only been here as a baby, and I got mine from TV and shit. It’s just… really strange, is all.” 

Raphael made a quiet noise of agreement. “Some of the shows you watched as a child were filmed here. It’s not as complex as you think it is.” 

“Yeah, probably not…” 

The pair lapsed into silence as Raphael drove. Storefronts and high rises morphed into houses. It had been a while since they were in a residential area. RED, for understandable reasons, kept away from civilians. 

Raphael took the roads with practiced experience. Sure, it had been implied he knew the area. If he had a contact here- one with a house, presumably- he must’ve spent time here. But this- this was far too familiar. A bit suspicious, actually. 

Eventually, Raphael slowed in front of a more rundown Brownstone. Still quite nice, just needed a little work. It felt… welcoming, in a way Jeremy couldn’t name.

“Lotta cars,” he observed as Raphael parallel parked. “Must be a party going on somewhere.” 

“Hmm, perhaps,” Raphael said, turning the car off. “Would you mind ringing the doorbell for me? I need to grab something from the trunk. Ask for Sara Jane.” 

OK, now Jeremy knew something was up. He was never the one to make the first contact, that was always Dad’s job. Jeremy might be a full-grown adult, but there were some things that didn’t change. This was one of them. 

Still, he nodded. He climbed up the front steps and ringed the doorbell. He heard- multiple voices from inside, predominantly male, but they quickly silenced themselves. A TV, perhaps? They really ought to get that flower box on the second story window fixed- 

The woman who opened the door was a bit shorter than him, though not by much. She was wearing a simple dress, hoop earrings, and flats. Her hair was dark, curved to her chin. But her nose and earlobes felt… achingly familiar. Like Jeremy saw them all the time. 

“Um, hi, I’m looking for Sara Jane? My name’s-” The rest of his speech was knocked out of him as the woman launched herself at him. Jeremy braced for an attack, but quickly realized she was… hugging him. 

She was hugging him, sobbing, and choked out the word “Jeremy.” 

Wait. He knew that voice. He had only heard it a few times in his life, few enough he could count them on one hand, but he knew it. “M-Ma?” he whispered. 

The woman- Sara Jane- Ma looked up at him, still crying. Her hands found his face as she observed him. “Y-yeah, sweetie, it’s me, it’s-it’s your ma,” she said. 

“Ma!” he laughed, tears of his own dancing down his cheeks. He hugged her back, practically lifting her off her feet. “Oh my God, Ma! I-I never thought I’d-” 

“Oh Jeremy, sweetie, look how tall you’ve gotten! Last I saw you, you fit in my arms! My baby, my handsome baby,” she spoke over him. She rubbed circles into his back as they embraced. It felt so, so right. 

Jeremy laughed even harder. “Are you kiddin’? I got it from you, you’re beautiful, Ma!” He stared at her, trying to commit every mole and wrinkle and perfect flaw to memory. “I can’t believe- oh my God, I’m actually meeting you!” 

“It was long overdue,” another voice said, as Raphael joined them on the front stoop. “I had put it off for safety reasons, but considering our current, ah, situation… I felt it was worth the risk.” 

Sara Jane squealed, pulling Raphael into the hug as well. “You’ve been taking good care of my boy, you promise me, Raphael?” 

“Don’t worry Ma, he’s the best dad I could ask for, considering,” Jeremy teased. 

“Oh, don’t I know it. Called me up last night and told me to get the whole motley crew together. Even managed to get Melvin to bring his twin daughters, bless his wife’s heart,” she explained. 

Jeremy blinked. “Uh- Melvin? Daughters?”

Sara Jane laughed. It sounded so much like Jeremy’s it practically hurt. This was his mother. Lord, he’s finally seeing her. “Melvin’s your older brother, sweetie. Eh, sixth oldest. Bobby’s the oldest.” 

“I have a brother?”

“Oh honey, you’re the youngest of eight,” Sara Jane said plainly. 

“...fuck,” Jeremy whispered. 

. . .

He didn’t just have seven brothers. He had seven brothers, four of which brought their wives, one who brought his boyfriend, and three who brought their kids. And the kids totaled to an additional six, counting the babies. 

It was… an admittedly tight squeeze in the living room. 

Sara Jane introduced Jeremy. Jeremy had been expecting to be treated like a stranger. He had vanished when he was a baby, after all, and his younger-older brothers probably wouldn’t remember him at all. 

And yet, it was like he knew them all his life. 

They teased him and punched him playfully and acted so friendly, so familial it nearly made Jeremy break down. He was still crying from meeting Ma, but being dogpiled with so much affection was suffocating. In a good way. He had seen on sitcoms the intrinsic bond between family, and while he felt it with Dad, they also risked their lives nearly daily. But it was real, it was here, and it was wrapping him in a warm blanket. 

Despite the chaos and the sheer number of people, Jeremy didn’t feel overwhelmed. He laughed and played along with their jokes, cracking some back when he could get a word in. Scott ragged on his dog tags, he countered by pointing out the hole in his pants. Michael told him he was still a shortass, he replied with “it takes one to know one.” Elliot and Ricky were the closest to actually getting hurt, and that was only because Jeremy elbowed them both so hard they nearly fell over. 

For the first time in 25 years, Jeremy understood what “home” meant. 

The kids were especially curious, eager to meet their uncle and step-grandfather. Within seconds, young Rebecca- only four years old- was challenging Jeremy to a race around the house. “I’m the fastest kid in the world,” she bragged, puffing out her chest. 

“Oh yeah?” Jeremy asked. “That a fact?”

“You wanna test me? I beat Johnny Three-Legs at running, and he’s got three legs!” Jeremy laughed and stood from the couch, letting her lead him outside. “On the count of three, OK?”

“You’re on, pipsqueak,” Jeremy teased.

“Onetwothree GO!” Rebecca yelled, taking off in a sprint. Jeremy knew that, by all accounts, he should beat her. His legs were longer, she didn’t have the proper running stance, and it was his job to be fast. That’s what he got paid to do. But some small voice was telling him to let her win, so he did. “Ha! I told ya!” 

“Ya sure did,” he replied, mock panting. “Look at you, a freaking blur on the green. You’re goin’ to the Olympics, kid.” 

Rebecca beamed and hugged his leg. “Promise, Uncle Jeremy?” He nodded because, after that display, there was no way he could speak without squeaking like a chew toy. 

Rebecca skipped back inside, past Raphael, who was watching on the stoop. “You’re a natural with children,” he observed. “I used to do the same thing when you were that age.” 

“Wait- wait, really? You sure fooled me,” Jeremy said. 

Raphael rolled his eyes. “What’s my job again, mon lapin?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Jeremy leaned against the railing, watching Raphael’s cigarette smoke in the wind. “Hey. Uh… thanks for arranging all of this. You really didn’t need to.”

“But I did. I meant it when I said this was overdue. I’ve been wanting to introduce you to the rest of the family for a while, but have been unable. Then that whole ordeal with the supposed tumors, and-” Raphael exhaled slowly. “It wouldn’t have been fair to you if you died without knowing them. I would’ve never forgiven myself.” 

Jeremy punched his shoulder lightly. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, pops. It all worked out, we’re still kicking, and that roast chicken Ma’s making smells incredible. Everything’s perfect.” 

Raphael finished his cigarette and smiled. “Oui. It is.” 

. . .

While Sara Jane had been able to get the rest of the family here, it was a school night. Kids needed to be tucked in by 9:30, so most of Jeremy’s brothers were gone by 8. Elliot was staying overnight, as was his boyfriend. Otherwise, the house quickly went from bustling to barren. 

It gave Jeremy a chance to explore his would-be childhood home.

He made his way upstairs, pushing open one of the doors. It led- to little surprise- to a bedroom. It was set up like a nursery, with a crib in one corner and a toddler bed in the other. Toys were scattered about across the floor. 

He heard Sara Jane sigh behind him. “This was your room, you know.” Jeremy turned to look at her as she flipped the light switch. “That crib… I had put you to bed the night your father planned to fake his death. I was in on the whole plan, naturally. He wanted to hold you one last time, so I said OK. When I woke up the next morning… you were both gone.” She exhaled slowly, grabbing onto his shoulder. “I wrote both of you off as dead, but I knew what had happened. Honestly, should’ve figured it out before then. You hadn’t woken me up crying,” she joked. Her eyes were watering. 

Jeremy hugged her, pulling her close. “You never took the crib down?” 

“By the time I was ready, Bobby’s wife was pregnant, so I kept it up for my grandbabies. I knew- I knew you were out there, sweetie. Both of you.” She kissed his cheek, squeezing him.

“I-I never got to be a normal kid, really,” he confessed. “I mean, Dad did his best, gave me comic books and board games and stuff, but-but I never went to school or made friends or anything like that. I-I didn’t even know I had a family. It took me forever to even realize I had a Ma. An-and everything I did-” The tears were flowing again, more freely than earlier. “Ya missed me losing my first tooth, and potty trainin’, and all that stuff parents should know about. I-I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

Sara Jane wiped his cheek dry. “Don’t apologize for what your father did, Jeremy. And definitely don’t apologize for me not potty training another kid. Besides… hold on, I’ll be right back.” She made her way down the hallway. Jeremy didn’t follow, instead deciding to examine the crib. This was where he grew up. It was a simple crib, obviously well-used. Not worn-down, mind, just… used. It had a history. A history that Jeremy wanted to decode, but unlike his dad’s ciphers, he didn’t have the key. 

“Took me a second to find it,” Sara Jane said. She handed him what appeared to be a scrapbook. “Raphael- he wrote when he can. Taught me some basic codes, would send out letters whenever you’d leave a town. Never left a return address, but…” Jeremy flipped through the pages, moving to sit on the small bed. The letters were all coded but appeared to be about how much Raphael missed Sara Jane. Updates on Jeremy’s growth. Letters from a father to his lover and son’s mother. 

One page jumped out to him, though. “I remember this,” he said, running his fingers against the paper. It was a simple drawing of a young boy, holding a catcher’s mitt, and a taller man next to him. “I drew this after Dad took me to my first baseball game, for my eighth birthday. I thought I lost the drawing after we skipped town, but- he sent them to you?”

Sara Jane nodded. “And I kept them all. Oh, honey, the day I first heard your voice on the phone- Mikey can tell you, I damn near fell over. You sounded so happy, and even if I couldn’t see you, that’s all a mother wants.” Jeremy leaned against her and she shut the book. “That’s all a mother wants, sweetie. To see her kids be safe and happy.” 

“I am, Ma,” he assured her. “I promise.” 

They sat like that for a while, with Sara Jane commenting on various letters and drawings in the scrapbook. Apparently, Raphael sent her money when he could- more frequently now that Mann Co. paid so well. She also had a rough idea of their current occupations. “I figure, if you and your father are working for the same company- with his skills, there’s gotta be a whole lot of nonsense going on out in that desert.” Jeremy laughed at that because she wasn’t wrong. “But I also figure since he raised you right, he’ll keep the both of you safe.” 

“I keep him safe too, don’t worry,” Jeremy added. “Uh- listen, it’s touching and all you kept the crib, but I don’t have to sleep in it, right?” 

They both had a good chuckle over that. Their laughs were in perfect harmony. 

. . .

The next two days were a mix of learning the family history and exploring Boston. It was the offseason, so there weren’t any games going on at Fenway, but Jeremy still got a picture in front of the park. Sara Jane took the pair to a restaurant that served “the best damn clam chowder in the contiguous United States.” Which, incidentally, led them to discover Jeremy was allergic to clams. Thankfully they didn’t have to go to the hospital- he just sort of immediately got sick before it passed- but it did suck.

It was damn good chowder, though. 

They went down to the harbor where the Boston Tea Party happened. It was crowded with people, resulting in them not staying long. Jeremy was a bit better with crowds than Raphael, but neither was great with them. Came with the job. Getting overpriced memorabilia from a nearby gift shop, though, went over much more smoothly. 

When not out on the town, Sara Jane dug out more scrapbooks and photo albums, catching Raphael up on what his stepsons had been up to. She showed Jeremy pictures from Ricky’s first school play to Scott opening up his butcher shop. Graduation pictures, wedding pictures, baby pictures- it was all there, and Jeremy devoured it. He wanted to know these people. He wanted to know his family. And he did. He learned about Michael’s stint in the Navy, Melvin meeting his wife, how Bobby’s son could dribble a basketball for twenty minutes straight. He learned about how his parents met. How Raphael loved each of Sara Jane’s children, even if they weren’t biologically his. How Jeremy wasn’t planned- few of the kids were - but they were both so, so happy to realize he was coming. 

He also learned that, while diner food would remain the undisputed king, homemade meatloaf came pretty close. 

. . .

The only problem came when it was time to leave. It wasn’t that Jeremy didn’t want to return to work, or leave his Ma behind. Sara Jane wasn’t even torn up over losing her son and lover again. It just felt like there was so much left to say, to do. There was uncertainty as to when they’d be able to return. “We get time off for Smissmas, I know that’s months away but I’ll be here, I promise,” Jeremy swore, hugging Sara Jane for the eighth time. 

“You better,” she said, squeezing him tightly. “You have 25 years worth of gifts to catch up on, not to mention birthday gifts-”

“Ma, you don’t have to go that far,” he whined. He was touched, sure, but the thought of that much luggage was truly frightening. Oh God, he was going to have to get gifts for everybody, wasn’t he? What do kids even want for Smissmas? 

“Hush, let me spoil my baby,” Sara Jane told him, kissing his cheek. “Oh, Jeremy…” 

Jeremy nodded. “I know, but I’ll call. I’ll write, too. Send pictures if I can.” 

“I’ll make sure he does,” Raphael assured her. Sara Jane stood to kiss his lips, with Jeremy looking away pointedly. “You have my word, ma petite chou-fleur.” 

“Alright, alright- now get going, I don’t want you two missing your flight. That boss of yours sounds like she’ll tear you both a new one if you’re late,” Sara Jane said, shooing them away. “Love you boys!” 

“I love you too, Ma!” Jeremy shouted back, for the very first time. 

The drive back to the airport was quiet. Jeremy stared out the window, watching his hometown- he had a hometown- pass by. “Hey, dad?” he asked, still looking outside. Raphael grunted to acknowledge he was listening. “One of these days, our contracts with Mann Co. are gonna expire. We’re gonna have to find new jobs.” 

“Yes, that’s correct,” Raphael said. He tapped a rhythm against the steering wheel. 

“And-and I was thinking when that time comes… maybe we could come back to Boston. Find some gigs out here,” Jeremy suggested. 

Raphael sighed. “Unfortunately, being a spy means that you don’t have the option of retiring, Jeremy. Not until you’re unable to complete your job. At that point, though, you’ve probably died a dozen times over,” he explained. “Even if I could retire, settling down somewhere so close to people I care about- I would still have enemies.” 

“Right. ‘Course,” Jeremy said. “It’s OK.” 

“That being said,” Raphael continued, “you have the luxury of youth and not being tied down to such a career. If you want to find a job in Boston after we finish with RED, there’s nothing stopping you.” 

“But people will still be after me, since I’m your son. And you wouldn’t be around.”

“Every child leaves their parents someday. And you’re strong, Jeremy. You can protect yourself and your family.” Raphael smiled. “I don’t believe Sara Jane needs much protecting, but I do worry.” 

Jeremy laughed. “I mean, did ya see the muscles on Scott and Michael? Guys can probably bench press a tractor!” 

They both chuckled before settling into quietude. Eventually, though, Jeremy had to break the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, mon lapin.”

“...so your nickname for Ma is fucking ‘little cauliflower?’ What the hell, Dad?” 

[khaleesiofalicante]

Holis...!!

I Got You. I Fucking Got You.

THE BEGINNING

OMG where is Magnus???

My twin has no chill 🤦🏻‍♀️

Alec growls, his cigarette dangling on his lips. Maybe Shinyun kidnapped him. Alec wouldn’t put it past her.

When in doubt, blame Shinyun!

“Then we go to London,” Izzy says.

I am love Izzy 🥰🙌🏼

Raphael looks at him lazily. “Do I know you?”

“Alec!” a girl squeals. “It’s you.”

“Do I know you?” Alec asks in surprise.

These people will become successful adults?? Really??

Raphael is a King

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Alec bristles.

“He said he is sick! You should let him be.”

“As if,” Alec rolls his eyes and starts walking.

Brother your Cher Horowitz is showing 🤭

Oh no Magnus 😭

Alec doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know anything about this. He fears he might say the wrong thing. “Do you want me to wait here with you?”

This is extremely relatable, I'm never sure about what to do for other people, my silly brain just goes MAKE IT BETTER!! without providing the how 😭

Alec finds Magnus’ phone buried under a pile of books on the desk. He grabs it and deletes all the texts.

Subtle

He is ashamed to admit that he doesn’t know much about it at all – or that whatever he knows seems to be misinformed.

At least you're trying sweetie I'll be less bad

“Once,” Magnus says quietly. “Just before Cambridge. I…I had to be hospitalized.”

Fuck Camille 🤬

God knows what he will do if he ever loses Magnus.

Must you twist the knife every possible chance Daniela!?!?! (If you were latina that's what Dani would be short for) Must you????

“She broke up with you after you told her, didn’t she?” Alec asks.

She's a heartless bitch

Alec doesn’t know who this woman is, but he hates her with all his heart.

“It seems unfair to me that we can laugh together but when you cry, you have to do it alone,” Alec tells him.

That's a really beautiful sentiment 😍

He holds him and whispers promises for the future. “I’m never leaving. No matter how bad it gets. I’m never leaving. I promise. I’m never leaving.”

😭😭😭

THE MIDDLE

Rafeee!! Mi bebé hermoso 🥰

“No,” she says. “You are my first choice. Everything else comes second.”

I'm gonna take this pre-pain moment to gush about Anjali THE QUEEN!!! Her perfection and greatness is something else, I believe Rafe when he says he doesn’t have a degradation kink because I too would let this wonderful creature trample me and be grateful about it!!! Not that she would but if she wanted too I'll let her...!!

Anyways...

Maxwell stop interrupting!!!

“Your loss,” Max shrugs. “Don’t know how you gonna fight all the hot professors in NYU.”

🤣🤣 Max please!!!

“Not really, love,” he replies. “I’ll just stay here for a bit.”

Oh Magnus 😭 I just want him to be happy 😭

The Episodes are killing me 💔😭

Max opens a word document on the laptop. Rafael looks at Max in surprise. “You wrote an essay on Edom?”

Oh is the essay!!

Max needs love the way a plant needs sunlight.

You need love too Rafe!!

My poor Rafe hasn't been able to fully enjoy the "University achievement" 😭😭

Wait... Alec hasn't been able to enjoy the "Governor achievement" either 😭😭

But bapak doesn’t come back.

I don't like it... something bad is about to happen 😨

NOPE. NOPE. NOPE... NOPE!!!

In the distance, he hears his father on the phone.

“Thomas? It’s Alec. Do you have a minute to talk?”

I'm dead, bury me in the sea of tears shed for this fic

THE END

Oh thank Mavid!! 🙌🏼 Sarah and Tony are already coming back 😌

I'm extremely worried about Rafael though 🥲

Note: these hoes mad.

No Max, those tricks of yours only work on mere humans Anjali is a Godess 🙌🏼

QLELAÑDKALLQ!!! DAVID IS THERE!!!! 🔥

But Max is a hoe first and a human second.

Same! And I'm not ashamed 😌

Ooh David you smooth prince charmant looking cutie pie 🥰😍🥰😍

“David,” Max tries again, looking up, as they grind against each other. “What’s wrong?”

What's going on???

Note to self: Find her. Find this woman. For David. 

Ok ok... we need a plan!

David gives him a weary smile. “My heart has been doing all sorts of reckless things lately. I thought I might as well do this too.”

Come on Max!! What kind of Alec level dumbness is you not getting this blatant love declaration!!!

AKSOALWL!!! THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE!!!

Note to self: Try your hand at poetry so you can tell this Jack Dawson looking motherfucker how much you like his hair. 

😮 he does look like Jack Dawson!!! How haven't I noticed this before???

“You do have a type!” Max grins now. “You like misunderstood assholes with good hearts!”

Please!! Is the obliviousness contagious??

“After dinner,” Elyaas says, turning around. “Anything for your lover, Master Max?”

🤣🤣 Elyaas is perfect!! What a King!!

Ok but Mavid needs a Roncom moment!!

Note to self: What kind of therapeutic striptease is this?”

The notes are keeping me alive...

And the questions!!!!

Max lets out a chuckle. “As if.”

I have to...

Ooh he told him about the ice cream... 😍 listen if David shows up for ice cream night I will most likely get a visit from the police because the screaming will not be normal!!!

“As if my ass could get into Harvard,” Max chuckles. “What do you want to do after?”

Of course you can Max!! You're brilliant, rich and well connected!! Is what their wet dreams are made of...!!

“Did I fail the vibe check?” David grins and buries his face in Max’s neck. “You don’t stan?”

🤣🤣

[From: Lover (Taylor’s Version)]

Yas queen 💅

I am love everything about this conversation and David's new name 🥰🤣

He wants David.

Dad will understand, right?

If Max explained how much David means to him, dad will understand, right?

He will... I know he will... I trust my twin.. Just don't tell him right after the photoshoot, that won't be a good time!!

Note to self: The crossaint is officially in the oven.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

He is halfway through the mint chocolate chip, when someone slides into the seat opposite him. “Mind if I join you?”

Max looks up.

He smiles.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I'm so happy right now!!! MAVID!!! My ship is sailing!!!

Thank youuuu Dani 💚💚💚💚

For making me laugh - as always.

A mavid tiktok for you 💛

[fireemblems24]

Dimitri's Supports

I have waited FOREVER for this. Let's go. And I decided to put my patience to the test, saving Dedue for last.

Since it's Dimitri and I love him, and like Dedue who I also love, he's the only one unlocking all his A-Supports, I'm going to blog all my reactions to them like I did with Dedue. Part of me wishes I thought of this for the other characters, but honestly it would've taken forever lol. Plus Dimitri and Dedue get special treatment because I said so.

Raphael

Starting off with something light hearted, I hope. I do wonder if I'm going to regret not saving this one for the inevitably heavy-handed stuff coming later.

I'm seriously betting this is a support you're supposed to get in part 1 lol. Dimitri sounds young (or maybe I'm just haven't heard non-growl part 2 Dimitri enough yet?)

Dimitri's training made Raphael think he was dying lol. Dimitri's strength is really meme tier.

I need fanart of Dimitri and Chrom co-miserating their mishandled strength breaking something. And Lucina.

Lamo, Raphael has never felt a cramp before. Lucky bastard.

Raphael is a sweetie, going to apologize to his muscles. I really wish they gave him something else to talk about other than muscles and food. Not everyone needs Dimitri tier development, but I think I'd like Raphael a lot more if he just got a smidge more depth.

Got to say, it's a bit jarring to go from "moments away from a suicide charge in the rain" to "lol, Raphael, it's muscle pain." As glad as I am that I got this support, I do think some should've been locked to part 1.

And this isn't just for Dimitri's development. I also saw Marianne and Raphael's B before this support and she reverted back to her part 1 self too.

Catherine

Maybe it's just me, but he does sound a bit older.

OMG - Dimitri's back. 😭😭😭

Sorry, it didn't really hit in that first one since that seemed like a part 1 support.

Oh, cool! I was wondering if anyone would bring up Catherine returning to Faerghus. My bets is she's too loyal to Rhea. (I guessed right)

Catherine be simpin. That's ok, I get it.

So it's not because Catherine dislikes Dimitri, or that she's absolutely needed to rule House Charon, so I think Dimitri just likes her. She's cool though. I get it.

Lamo, she told him he'd better get his sleep like he's a kid.

Curious how the A+ support will play out.

Mercedes

Team Mom's support!

Oh, no, this one's taking a serious turn isn't it? But their initial supports were so light and cute.

Mercedes just told Dimitri that he's kind to a fault. Somehow I know he's going to deny that.

Annnnnd I'm right 😭😭😭He's still calling himself a killer and disgusting monster 😭😭😭

OK - so THIS seems perfectly in tone with his recent character development. But it's so sad hearing him still talk about himself that way.

Mercedes is such a therapist. I can't. She's too pure. But savage. I saw that Lorenz support.

"I am scared . . . so scared that I will forget their faces." 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Dimitri why????

Mercedes telling Dimitri to live in the present. Her supports are always so good. I legit think she's easily a top 10 favorite in this game.

Wow, Dimitri saying if someone told him that 5 years ago, he'd be different. DID NO ONE EVER GIVE HIM ANY HELP AT ALL???

I love how she's talking to him as a classmate, and equal, and not talking up to him. He's always wanted that.

Dimitri's never given his own dreams any thought 😭😭😭He really was just 100% living for other people most of the time. 😭😭😭

Awww MERCEDES, I can't. She says she just wants to keep being his friend. This is so damn sweet. And heavy. But still sweet.

It just hits super hard knowing how badly Dimitri just wanted friends in part 1. And looking back, Mercedes and Sylvain were really the only two who were pretty casual with him.

Aww, yeah, Mercedes not putting up with the bullshit, Dimitri. Telling him to quit the self-deprecation! God, I love her.

Oh, God, they both said the old FE code for "we're married" i.e. I want to "stay by your side."

Ok, @garlandgerard, I totally get why you ship this. Mercedes loves to nurture people, and Dimitri's emotionally needy, so they match pretty well. She also didn't put up with the constant self-put-downs, but stayed gentle about it. And they talked like equals too, like friends, which is what Dimitri always wanted. It's all very sweet.

Annette

Yeah, see, this one starts off with "your highness," but Mercedes it was just Dimitri. No hate for Annette. She's my girl.

These two always give me sibling vibes.

Haha, Annette "I thought I already knew you, but I'm not sure I really do." Hmmmm wonder what Dimitri did that made her think that maybe there's parts of him she didn't know. No. idea.

Hey, Annette, no one blames you for not knowing what to say to Dimitri when they reunited lol.

Annette too pure too, wanting to cheer Dimitri up with his favorite food.

Her not knowing what he likes to eat is 100% that moment when you realize you don't know someone's favorite color.

HOW can Dimitri have no strong feelings about food. I'm having pizza right now. Let me tell you, I have strong feelings about some food.

I love how easily Dimitri deflected from talking about himself lol.

Awwww, Annette wants to live with her family again. I'll make that happen, Annette. Don't worry.

Haha, they're conspiring together behind Gilbert's back.

They still have an A+ support, which is weird, because that seemed pretty well ended? Like I see why Catherine's needed more, but not this one. Still, not going to say no. I like their dynamic.

Ingrid

OCF they're training. God I love all the Faerghus childhood group though.

Oh, fuck, here comes Glenn again. My heart's not ready for this with Rodrigue dead. Poor Felix.

Ingrid being Dimitri's knight 😊😊😊 as it should be.

Haha, Dimitri asks her for an interpretation. Just make her your knight.

Glad he hasn't started saying "I'm not worthy!" Because right now it's about Ingrid's feelings.

Wow, there, Ingrid. "However you please, Your Highness." That . . . that sounds like an invitation. To "staying by your side."

Dimitri laughed. 😊😊😊

Oh, God, this is so cute. His pause asking her to support and defend him as his knight. 😊😊😊 OMG. I'm not sure that's all she had in mind though, good Sir, have you LOOKED in the mirror?

Seriously though, Ingrid's just surrounded by studs, isn't she?

Oh, God, I'm right. She didn't just mean knight. But Dimitri's too dense in that area to notice. She crushing hard. Girl, I get you.

She blushing, saying "for the Kingdom," naw, she just like him. Me too, Ingrid. Me too.

Dimitri always makes people promise not to die on him. It's so sad considering . . .

Flayn

With Flayn it's always a toss up. Sometimes things are super light hearted, and other times it's way heavy.

On a random note, does no one wonder why Flayn hasn't aged a day in 5 years?

Flayn having nightmares. Not allowed. I bet it's fucking Jeritza's fault. I'm glad you get to rip him a new one so many times in this game.

Why is Flayn apologizing?? She's never done a thing wrong in her life.

Right, Flayn's other support with Dimitri was pretty heavy. And it started so funny with him stomaching her food.

Oh, good grief, what's he apologizing for? Ok - so Dimitri did do some things wrong. But not to Flayn.

He lied. Let me guess. Her food actually sucks.

Aw, got it. He went right to the meal. Is he really going to come out and say, well it actually sucked 😂

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

WHAT ABOUT ALL THOSE MEALS???? AND THE TEA an embarrassing amount of tea.

Wait. He can't taste ANYTHING??? Like. How? Did he hide that????

Ok - I need to look at his team and dining dialogue.

OMG. He really never says a word about how anything tastes? He always just talks about smells????

OMG. How did I NOT NOTICE. I've taken Dimitri to dinner a million times. And tea timed him too many times to admit too.

AND I NEVER NOTICED HE NEVER ONCE SAID HOW ANYTHING TASTED. HOW.

OMG that support with Annette hits different now 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OMG and Dedue's support with Flayn hits different now. Since he wanted to badly to find food Dimitri loves 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Does Dedue know? Is that why he's so dedicated to cooking??

Can I headcannon that?

OMG, I feel so awful about that jab about pizza. Dimitri CAN'T TASTE pizza or anything 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Please someone tell me there isn't any more "this awful thing also happened to Dimitri and he's failed to tell you" like learning he almost fucking died at Duscur. And now this. Dimitri needs to learn how to fucking complain.

The writers are so fucking mean to Dimitri. OMG. OMG, how am I supposed to take him to dinner and tea now, knowing this?

Why does everything hit so differently now? And so many Blue Lions supports are about food - but Dimitri can't relate

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

This game needs to stop bullying Dimitri.

But like, God, can you imagine? Not tasting anything? I'd starve. I'd actually starve. I never really get hungry. I really would starve.

On the flip side, he's good for Flayn then, since someone can eat her cooking I guess.

"I was just saying what I thought you would want to hear . . ." Dimitri - a summary.

Naw, that's a kind lie. That kind of lie doesn't really hurt anyone.

Oh - dear God. Flayn. Stop. No sampling pungent food.

Oh, she blushing. Dimitri got her blushing

Please tell me in their paired ending Dimitri gets his taste back.

Oh, there's an A+, does he taste something. Please tell me he tastes something.

This support though. It wasn't really one on my radar but

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Gilbert

Oh, man, this one right after Flayn's. God, I'm going to need the Alois one after this. Gilbert and Dimitri are two of the most somber characters in the franchise.

And I haven't forgotten that heartbreaking B support.

Haha Lambert sucked at lying too. Dimitri too pure. Weirdly, despite everything, it's still pretty true.

Oh, shit, oh shit, we're back to Dimitri's demand that Gilbert kill him. I'm betting you usually get that in part 2.

God, imagine seeing Dimitri recover only to see him beg for death again 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I need alcohol.

I need the Alois support.

OMG, shit, Dimitri. No. Don't. Stop.

Like, I know Gilbert won't really kill him, but damn. This support is heavy.

No, Dimitri, no Gilbert is not cruel for not killing you. God.

Oh, not sure about this. I get what Gilbert's going at here, but telling Dimitri that he's not allowed to die because he's got a duty is . . . I think Rodrigue's and Mercedes' live for what you want/the present is a LOT healthier.

At the same time, this is a pretty effective way to make sure Dimitri won't go and try this again, because he really takes duty seriously.

Dimitri doesn't wish to die? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh, thank God.

"Many times I have felt that I cannot afford to die . . . But this was the first time I truly feared the prospect." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Is it really right for me to live?" Oh, dear God. I'm so soft for Dimitri. I can't.

Gilbert answered that one right. 100%.

Damn, these supports.

Alois

OK. I need this one. I really need this one.

I really hope Alois' inspiration is bad puns. I need bad puns right now.

Pretty sure this is a part 1 support though. I love how Alois, not Dimitri, is leading this. And that the person the Kingdom NEEDS is running around and getting attacked by monsters lol

Ok, bad puns. Bring them.

There we go. Thank you, thank you, Alois.

OMG no one's laughing 😂😂😂

Dimitri's laughing 😭😭😭😭😭😭

That's it. This is always getting saved for part 2. I need to hear part 2 Dimitri laugh.

I'm also so glad someone finds Alois funny. Dimitri and Petra need to start a club.

OMG I love the two other confused soldiers. I needed this 😂😂😂

Marianne

These two were so sweet in their C and B supports.

I swear I'm going to end up shipping Dimitri with everyone. Except maybe Annette, no hate, they just seem so much like brother and sister to me.

And Felix x Annette 100%

Survivor's Guilt - the pairing. Both wondering why they survived 😭😭😭

"There are so many others who are much more deserving of life . . ." - who said it? Marianne or Dimitri?

These two just understand how each other feels so well. It hits so different compared to Marianne's other romantic possible supports where they just try to make her smile.

Instead these two take comfort in finding someone who understands how they feel so well and feel relieved they can share that with someone.

Haha - "I must go on living. I cannot give in to death so readily." This coming right after his support with Gilbert. Good job, Gilbert.

They've both had it so rough 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"There is no need to force yourself to smile as your soul bleeds." Dimitri always gives such good advice that he never follows.

Aww, now at least it's getting cute instead of just heavy. Marianne laughed too 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Yesss, Girl, preach. I got a little sick of her other supports all being "cheer up!" Like I know it's all in good faith, but I'm so glad this chain exists. It just hits different.

Dimitri doesn't think he's strong enough to live his life. 😭😭😭 this game. I swear.

ohhhh - ohhh, Dimitri blushing now. And all she needed to say was they've been brought closer together. Congrats Marianne!

OHHHH tables have been turned. Now someone's making Dimitri promise he needs to live!

"I don't know what I'd do with myself if we lost you . . ."

"I promise to the goddess of Fodlan that I will never give you cause for despair."

OMG these two are being so sweet, I can't. 😭😭😭😊😊😊

Felix

Oh, boy, here we go. This should be . . . interesting.

Oh, we're starting off good I see. Felix telling Dimitri he needs to answer quickly or get cut in half 😔Felix. No.

Dimitri sounds so somber 😭

Dimitri admitting both are him - the vengeful "boar" and the friendly good person. And this is why I love him.

Dimitri feels the need to shoulder all the regret the dead feel, please don't. They wouldn't want that 😭😭😭😭😭

"The dead won't acknowledge your loyalty, they don't care." - Felix not wrong there.

I partly agree with the idea Dimitri is "serving his own ego" by claiming he's acting for the dead. I think it's a bit more complicated than that, but I think that's part of it.

Felix saying some good stuff here about the dead being dead and the living being living.

"If you keep stringing gravestones around your neck, you'll snap." - Felix, I don't know if you noticed but . . . uh . . . he sort of did.

Felix telling Dimitri to become a grave keeper is a bit funny. Not going to lie.

"I'm not immune to emotion you know." - just tsunderes things

Aw, Felix is upset his father died 😭😭 after all that shit-talking about Rodrigue 😭😭

Wish Felix didn't cut Dimitri off when he said "more than anyone you-" (care about other people, unless he joins CF and just kills everyone)

Oh, God, Felix is such a tsundere. "I couldn't stand the pathetic look on your face. That's all." Sure, Felix.

Kinda wish these two had an A+ though. Seems like there's more to do than the A+ with Annette and Flayn.

Really curious to see what their paired ending is like after that. Seems they're still learning to learn about each other. Well, Felix is. Dimitri didn't seem too upset lol.

Dedue

Ok guys. Here we go. I can't believe I managed to wait for this for last. Everyone hyped this one, so let's hope.

Really? We open with Dimitri having scars on his back? 😭

From 9 years ago? So scars from Duscur then?

Images of shirtless Dimitri now. though Not bad images.

He got scars protecting Dedue?

"It makes me think that is was worthwhile that someone like me survived." 😭😭😭 he's talking about protecting Dedue? 😭😭😭

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"But I saved someone - saved you. That and that alone has been my crutch." ����😭😭😭😭

I always knew these two were co-dependent.

Dimitri really out here saying that saving Dedue helped him "justify" surviving. 😭😭😭😊😊😊

OMG THAT'S THEIR STORY

OMG, poor Dedue. And Dimitri 😭😭😭did he literally "take a bullet" to save Dedue 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and still has scars? No wonder Dedue's so loyal. Some kid he didn't know did that. That's one hell of an introduction.

And picturing little Dedue just resigned and angry and waiting to die and just 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh, Dedue, you've repaid that debt ten-fold I'm sure.

Ahaha, Dimitri's doing the "you'd better accept your worth!" discussion this time lol.

Dear God these two. Now Dimitri's bringing up that Dedue busted him out of the jail.

I swear, these two have more of a plot off screen than some routes do on screen.

And now picturing Dimitri resigned and just ready to die. And then Dedue busts in. 😭😭😭

"That was nothing more than my duty as your vassal." Stop that Dedue. Dimitri doesn't want you to be his vassal. He wants more.

Holy shit.

"You are irreplaceable. Cherished." 😭😭😭😊😊😊😭😭😭😊😊😊😭😭😭😊😊😊😭😭😭😊😊😊

Not to be that person - but I tell all my "friends" that.

Yes, Dedue, stop saying insisting you're just a "vassal" - that's a worse joke than Alois' puns from earlier.

"Please . . . do not look at me that way." What way, like you're about to make Dimitri cry, or like . . .

"You promised me you would build a Kingdom that is proud to boast of Duscur blood." - shit, man, these two. I just . . .

OMG so much emotion from Dedue. The only time I ever heard that before was in VW when he learned Dimitri died. But let's not remember that right now 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh shit. He called him "Dimitri." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

And it made him blush.

OMG.

Guys, these two.

Aww, Dimitri looks so surprised. 😊😊😊😊😊😊

Oh, these two are so soft for each other. I can't. I just can't.

"To be your friend . . . is what I have always wanted." You're going to get it.

Man, I feel almost guilty S-Supporting Dimitri. He needs to pair up with Dedue pronto.

Dimitri sounds chocked up. OMG.

"So please call upon me when you walk alone at night." Ok. Dedue. Ok. Yes. Guys. This is all very straight.

I'm not saying it's - you know - cannon, but there's some big feels here.

Oh, Dimitri, stop it. You like Dedue's overprotectiveness. Don't lie.

Man, you guys were so right. Dimitri really just came out and said Dedue was "cherished" and "irreplaceable." Like, I'm not making this stuff up. And Dedue blushing hardcore just saying Dimitri's name.

They're both just so soft. I can't. I literally cannot. This support was gold. It was worth all they hype.

And learning more about how they meant. Dimitri really taking a bullet for Dedue there. I just . . .

I just want all the happiness for both of them. They're really something special towards each other. Like I legitimately think this is one of the most two-way loyal relationships in the whole franchise, and definitely the tightest bond in this game.

Like in past games you had Seth for Ephraim and Erikia and Soren for Ike and it's not like Ike, Ephraim and Erikia and etc don't care, but it wasn't the same level, you know? But this is such a two way street.

And I'm so weak for bodyguard with a crush. Like Seth/Eirika? Yes. Geoffrey/Elincia? 100%. Riza/Roy (Fullmetal Alchemist) there again. I'm sure there's more, but those are my top ones. Even Merlin/Arthur sort of counts even if Arthur doesn't know Merlin's his bodyguard lol.

I need to read fanfic for these two. I really don't want to spoil anything, but I'm dying. They're both just so sweet, and I just really love their dynamic. I really want to do a write up on it once I get to the end of the game.

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rosa | tmi; raphael santiago

prologue CHAPTER 1

raphael knew rosa's blood was the best out there. him and his clan must get to it, if it means killing her.

18 years later

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“Rosa! Wake up, sweetie. It’s your birthday, we’re going out tonight,” Izzy banged on the door. Rosa groaned herself awake. “Hey, Rosa. Can I come in?”

“Sure, Iz,” a raspy voice answered. The door swung open. Izzy came in holding three dresses.

“I got dresses for you because you don’t have any,” smiled Izzy. Rosa rubbed her eyes and started to complain.

“Iz, do we have to go out today?”

“Yes, of course. It’s your 18th birthday. Why wouldn’t we?”

“Can’t we just stay in and watch movies or something?” Izzy frowned. Suddenly, there was a knock that caused both girls to turn their attention to the door.

“Happy Birthday, girlie.” There was a tall dark haired boy standing underneath the doorway. He was smiling.

“Alec, thanks,” sighed Rosa.

“And we all know you hate going out but you need to today. It’s your birthday; it’s an order,” laughed Alec. Izzy hung her dresses in Rosa’s closet. She then went under the blankets with Rosa. The latter girl made space for Iz.

“You know what, Alec, maybe it is better to stay in,” Izzy looked up to Alec. Rosa and Alec looked at each other in confusion. It is unknown that Izzy, the partygoer, wants to stay inside. Alec crawled into bed as well, forcing the girls to move.

“Iz, are you okay?” asked Alec.

“Perfectly fine, why do you ask?” Izzy innocently said. She suddenly burst into laughter. “I’m just joking! You guys should have seen your faces.” After a while, Rosa and Alec started to laugh too.

“You guys are loud as fuck,” complained the blond boy now taking Alec’s previous position.

“Oh shut up, just get in,” Alec held the blanket upwards so Jace could lay down with his siblings. Jace rolled his eyes, but still went to lay down.

“So, Rosa, have you decided when-,” Jace started but was quickly shushed by Alec and Izzy. Rosa immediately felt confused.

“Decide what?” she squinted towards her friends she known her entire life. Alec couldn’t meet her eyes, Jace pretended to have fallen asleep, and Izzy laughed nervously.

“You know, I’m sure it’s nothing. Jace must be so tired he said things even he didn’t understand. Oh, look, he’s asleep! I should take him to his bed,” said Izzy, harshly, in a way scolding Jace. Quickly, Izzy and the ‘sleeping’ boy left. Rosa was left confused with only Alec in bed with her.

“Alec, brother, what did he mean? If I decided what?” Rosa begged Alec to tell her.

“Sorry, but not yet. Okay?” Alec said seriously to the point that it made Rosa nervous. The boy suddenly smiled. “But it’s truly nothing to worry about.” Alec patted Rosa in the back and left. Rosa, left alone, was consumed with her thoughts and theories about what they could possibly mean. I mean, it was obviously a big deal. They shushed Jace real quick. Rosa was still very tired so she decided to take a nap.

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After Rosa woke up, she washed up and felt like training. She convinced Jace to train with her. The swords clanged against each other as Rosa tried to make Jace speak.

“Jace-,” Rosa started before her weapon was thrown to the ground by Jace.

“No questions, only ask if they’re about bettering your skills. Because we all know you need help in that,” he joked. Rosa picked up her sword and continued to train.

“You’re such a shithead, Jace,” grunted Rosa. She blocked Jace and then pushed out, now causing Jace to lose his sword. Before he could bend down and grab it, Rosa placed her sword’s point above Jace’s adam’s apple. “Now tell me, Jace, what am I going to decide?” Jace’s eyes quickly glanced towards Rosa’s lower body. Before she knew it, Rosa was tripped to the ground, her sword a feet away from her. Above her, she can see the blond boy smiling at her.

“Rosa, it was nothing, okay? Forget about it. I have to go now because I promised Clary we would go out for lunch today.” Jace helped Rosa get up and left. She frowned at the figure of Jace leaving the institute. Maybe it really was nothing.

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oooh could you do protective headcanons for the golden deer too??🥺

{I most certainly can. Y’all know I love these tropes so keep ‘em coming. Hope it’s to your liking! :3}

Claude: 

6/10

Neutral, with just a tad bit of nerves. 

Look. Claude has bigger fish to fry than what you’re gallivanting on about during the day. The man has a dream to catch with literally a country and 1/3 (woot woot alliance) on his shoulders. 

First, the future. Then, you. Can’t have a life together if there is no place for it to be had, yeah? 

This doesn’t mean that he never worries about you. Quite the contrary, if he begins then he can’t stop. So he doesn’t tinker the thought. 

Instead he has his most trusted allies at your back. During the Academy days you were left under Hilda’s watchful eye, and during the war you are always nearby (courtesy of matchmaker Prof.Byleth) 

Once he puts a ring on it you’ll have guards. No problem. 

He also trusts your own capabilities. One doesn’t train every day to walk out with nothing  

Also

You make me laugh if you think Claude believes you’ll ever cheat on him 

Not that he’s cocky okay, maybe a bit  but no one would dare put the moves on “The Master Tactician’s” s/o

Any suitor coming your way is peasant fodder. If not to him, than to your own personal retaliation. 

Yupp, nothing to worry about. You’ve got it covered. He’ll only step in if you physically come ask him 

and with a bit of teasing he’ll comply 

However, Claude is very sensitive to illness for obvious reasons. This is why he’s listed at a six. He always insists on tasting your food

It was a gimmick at first, and in the beginning he’d make banter to sneak a bite while you remain all unknowing of his true intentions 

He’ll be damned if someone ever poisons you. They won’t ever get the chance

Ignatz: 

9/10

Let us face it. Iggy is a worry-wart.

He freaks out over the most minuscule of situations. The poor lad nearly gets a heart attack at least once a day 

And no, i’m not just referring to his pre-timeskip self. Ignatz may have grown a head taller, got a backbone, fancy harem artist pants--but no, he did not lose his inner anxious zealot. That trait will cling until the day he dies sadly 

Having you at his side only makes things worse (in a good way. The trouble is worth it to him) 

Especially if you’re more of the risky sort. Expect him to mother hen if you cause ruckus around the monastery. He can and will lecture you to death (only to apologize and hide away after)

Now not only does he worry about his own issues, but also yours. I swear Ignatz acts like you are his second being. If someone scolds you, hurts you, etc. he acts like they did it to him 

Can be a bit dramatic, not gonna lie. He gets so worked up that his ears go red. Like, you can just t e l l he’s holding so much back because he doesn’t want to go too far

Don’t even get me started on if someone tries to make a move on you 

He becomes t o r n. It isn’t his place to tell you who to hang around, but ohmygodwhatifyourealizeheisn’tgoodenough 

iggy no, bad iggy. don’t think like that

He feels threatened so easily and not many would peg him the jealous type. He is, but hides it very well. 

If need be he will talk out his feelings with you. That’s something noteworthy of Ignatz: he uses his words. He may find communicating such thoughts aloud difficult, but if he truly is concerned then he will be honest with you.  

Raphael: 

10/10

Raphael believes in trust. He expects you to be honest and to not keep anything important secret. In return he’ll do the same. 

This is why he doesn’t care if someone is flirting. He could give less of a thought on gossip, rumors, or anything really. That effort can go towards training 

He truly, honest to Sothis, trusts you with all his heart. There isn’t any time to spend doing otherwise. Raph just wants to live happily and that means having you by his side 

Nor does he feel intimidated by anyone else either. I’m not saying that he reeks of resolved confidence, but Raph believes that you love him. Love topples any mindless flirting that other people throw your way 

but let’s get one thing straight 

If anybody, and I mean ANYBODY, tries to hurt you 

This guy’s having them for b r e a k f a s t. Pounded, sliced, and Smoked. The same way he liked his bacon. 

You are his family. Raphael protects his family, and those he cares about. 

You will never be alone. Goddess if you cry and someone else is the cause then he will take action. One fault of Raph is that while he’s a sweetie, he doesn’t think before acting a lot. Similar to Caspar, he just goes for it 

It takes a lot to get underneath Raph’s skin. 

In short: do not f*ck with his loved ones. He would take on Nemisis himself mono-e-mono if it meant protecting them 

Lorenz: 

8/10

Y’all going to sit there and try to convince me that Lorenz Hellman Gloucester doesn’t try to establish dominance? 

Key word: try

He’s quickly shut down

“Lorenz if you tell one more person that we’re betrothed, I swear that I’ll shave off your eyebrows” - You, one month post-confession 

Saying that you’re his perfect match is no excuse. Considering all the preaching he does on noble humility, you’d think he would want your private affairs off the notice board? 

It doesn’t take long for your peers to start complaining. Claude finds his behavior entertaining, but not a day goes by that someone doesn’t beg you to make him shut up 

Lorenz is also a bit old fashioned. He doesn’t like the idea of you fighting more than necessary

Once again, shut down 

Best way to deal with Lorenz is to let him think he has his way, then just do whatever. He gets upset, pouts, spouts his normal lecture, but then relents. All in due process with him 

Never thought I’d say this, but perhaps requesting not to be in the same troop together is the best option? You’d think he would fight better with an S tier relationship at his side? Nahhh. HE TAKES YOUR KILLS IT IS NOT FAIR 

He gives too much attention to what you’re doing, and not the enemy. Best if you stay separated

Ugh pray no one hits on you in front of him. Just... *screams* I don’t think anyone will, just to avoid him getting defensive. I swear the other deer take extensive preventative measures to avoid it.  

Hilda:

6/10

C’mon. This is Hilda we’re talking about 

You two most likely grew closer because she “asks” you for help so often 

Just like Claude, she has bigger fish to fry. The last type of person she wants to be is Holst (she loves him though don’t misinterpret that)

She does worry though 

Not enough to make her take the front lines, but a smidgen. Just to where you’ll get periodic check in’s 

Nothing obvious. A simple “what’s going on?”  as she inquired about your well-being 

A precarious scan-over as she checks for any new scars

She does get jealous though. There’s an entire castle full of available people and someone chooses to flirt with you? 

That just doesn’t make sense. Perhaps the “once something is taken it becomes more desirable,” saying has some truth 

She’s quite the clinger. You’ll just be walking and suddenly, BOOM, bubble-gum pink arm-candy in the corner of your vision

Once you two bypass the ‘puppy-love’ early stages, she changes. 

Despite her negligence beforehand, she does become overprotective   

Will fight if needed. Say you have a paralogue? Just so happens she was nearby and wants to tag along 

She also has to protect you from Holst. My dear, you cannot do that yourself. Brotherly wrath beseeches you, my god. Run dude run 

Marianne: 

3/10

A possessive streak is nonexistent in her blood. Such thing is a personal fear of her’s. Marianne refuses to conform to the stereotypes associated with her crest 

However, she does believe that one day you may leave her side. Marianne isn’t the most confident person. She...doubts 

Often does she wonder if you’re there solely to make her hurt. To love her and then one day disappear without a trace 

Anxieties like so will not go away overnight. She will not seek reassurance, which makes her more uncommunicative than most partners 

but no one is perfect. Neither are you. All you personally can do is politely decline any advances, and do your best to let Marianne know that you love her 

She isn’t particularly protective in any other sense either. She’ll heal you if needed, but special attention isn’t there

Marianne treats being a healer like how an ER doctor operates. On the field, everyone is equal. She is needed everywhere and cannot stay by your side. Otherwise lives will be lost, and that won’t be good for her conscience.

The same goes for all other aspects. If you’re gone, then you’re gone. If you’re sick, then you’re sick. She cannot give you special attention and acts in accordance to severity of the situation. Patients cannot be weighed in value via personal bias 

She has a surprisingly strong sense of self control, let me tell ya.

Lysithea:

7/10

She...does not have much time. Entering a romantic relationship was not a possibility that crossed her mind once before you 

Why bother when the ending is certain? Why leave someone brokenhearted, or a widow? Why give herself that extra stress when she’s already under so much as it is?

You can’t blame her for being extra cautious. While her life may be hanging on a string, that doesn’t mean yours has to end 

After some time she develops a resolve. If needed she would gladly lay her life down if it meant you could live another day 

A problematic conclusion. You two will argue often over how she cannot trade a ‘life for a life,’ just because of her special circumstances. Her mind always enforces that it’s the logical decision, and has trouble recognizing her own value

I suppose that comes with being a know-it-all, huh? Once her mind is set then there is no changing it 

Despite her brain sending all the signals that acting on jealousy is wrong...well, we know Lysithea 

She won’t come out and say she gets protective for your sake. Apparently anyone flirting with you already had business with her

Business that miraculously unfolds once you leave. Then suddenly they no longer have an interest? 

What’d she do? Threaten to shove a thoron up their rectum? No one knows 

Leonie: 

9/10 

She is the mom who’d create a strict morning routine for her kids to follow before school 

Or a thorough itinerary on a vacation 

Not a moment or bullion to be wasted! 

Cannot express enough how much this girl cares. She can become annoying from all the interference, but you’ll never become a bum with her in your life 

You might want to ask her to butt out. Remind her that you’re not one of the kids from her village, and that you can handle yourself 

Sometimes you’ll joke and say “yes mom,” because she gets b o s s y 

Which will earn you either: a) a glare, or b) her playing along and confusing everyone else 

So in a sense, yeah she’s protective. Overbearing in her own Leonie way 

Not the jealous type. Leonie doesn’t look at what other people have, and instead focuses on her own life. If someone wants to shamelessly throw themselves at your feet then that’s their issue. You know better than to cheat on her 

I can see her complaining to the captain or to Byleth though. Why waste time when the issue can easily be solved? Obviously someone with the time to flirt has time to do training drills  

Bonus! Cyril: (because during my first play-through I kept expecting GD to take him under their wing. They did not, and Nintendo missed out.) 

5/10

He personally hates being treated like a child. When someone doesn’t take him seriously Cyril’s self restraint goes b o o m 

So he won’t do that to you. You’re a capable individual and that’s that. Nothing more for him to interfere with 

His only protective streak lies when you’re incapable of doing things yourself. Aka: injured, ill, resting, etc. 

He’ll nag you for not being careful, but it’s not hard to miss the tears pricking his eyes 

He’s also very perceptive towards break-in’s. Many people have tried to kidnap/assassinate people of higher standing. He’s witnessed many attempts towards lady Rhea. I see him taking night shifts for patrol often, and after the war the habit sticks with him.

He takes a lot onto his shoulders often. It’s not bad. Being dedicated is an admirable trait, yet if you’re down someone will have to stop him from picking up the slack. 

He’s no healer, and leaves that job to the professionals. However he doesn’t want anyone to disturb you with the work your missing. So he’ll do it in your stead 

Manuela lets him stay in the infirmary past visitation hours. Mostly because he’s so busy during the day that he can’t come by 

He won’t return to his room those nights. He prefers to be by your side, just in case. 

Other than this type of situation- no, he’s not protective in the slightest.  

[pl-panda]

To Marry a Vigilante: Part 15

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 15

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The book was incredibly interesting. It was written in some dialect of Mandarin. Many things were also covered in The Grimoire but several stories told there were previously completely unknown. It seemed like it was written after the other book and while the first was entirely encyclopedical, this one contained detailed stories from several time periods. What got Ladybug’s attention was that many of them were diary excerpts. 

One of the most important elements was a story about the seventeenth-century villain, Lord of Butterflies, who came to the colonial city of Gotham and tried to take control of the settlement. He was a master of deception and almost succeeded. Ladybug and Black Cat of that time never appeared. Another story told about their involvement in the Thirty Years’ War in continental Europe, where they were hunting the Snake and Bee Miraculous users that tried to manipulate the conflict. Luckily for Gotham, a witch hunter named Malleus opposed him and used jars with symbols engraved on the walls to keep the butterflies locked away so they could not wreak havoc again. The book told of the power struggle until finally, after the burning of Raphael Dent, a longtime friend of Malleus, the attacks stopped. Most people thought that the problem was over, but from the looks of it, the author of that book tried to imply that Lord of Butterflies just bid his time, waiting for the opportunity to strike again. 

Ladybug read the story twice, trying to figure out the fate of all the corrupted Butterflies or the jars, but she got nothing. Maybe if they figured out what symbols kept the akumas in, she could experiment with warding the butterflies away. It could be a breakthrough!

While she was browsing the book, Black Cat eyed the teens. “Shouldn’t you people scramble for classes?”

“Nope!” The little one, Maps, grinned. “The new school policy. In case of a supervillain attack on campus, the rest of the classes that day are canceled to avoid additional stress to students. It’s nice they care about our mental health.” 

“Yeah… Dude,” Colton looked at Black Cat, “any chance you can tell me what tech your staff uses?”

“Tt. It’s magic.” 

“No, seriously, I suppose it could be an organic metal of some sort, but it’s able to perfectly support your weight at the same time.” 

“Magic.” The vigilante-turned-hero growled.

“Come on! Don’t do it to me, man! Pom won’t let me live it down!”

“I told you magic was real!” The teen was glaring at him with a smirk on her face.

“Tt. Don’t play with magic or you’ll get burnt.” He scoffed. 

“Don’t be a grumpy cat!” Ladybug called from over the book. “Silverlock… Why does it sound so familiar…”

“Did you say Silverlock?” One of the teens peaked. “I’m Olive Silverlock.”

“Bellatrix Silverlock was the only akuma from that period mentioned here by name… I wonder why… Ugh! I can’t decipher that part. It’s too old and damaged.” The heroine groaned. “Cat! We should move back to the base.” She pulled a pair of glasses from her yo-yo and put them on. “Tikki! Kaalki! Merge!” 

As soon as the light of transformation died, a portal consumed both superheroes and the book, leaving the teens alone in the dark library.

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Sabine paced around the manor in the foul mood she was in ever since she sent the kids on their way after initiation and returned home for some long-deserved rest. Half-way home, she received a phone-call from Chloé saying that Marinette was crying in the bathroom with her over another girl that threatened her. The only thing that stopped Sabine from turning around and possibly crashing the car through the front gates was her daughter begging her not to.

She admired that her little girl tried to resolve the problems herself and she didn’t want to come off as overbearing and intruding. It wouldn’t stop her from preparing for if it seemed too much for her sunshine. She made a mistake with Lila. This time, she would be ready. But first, she needed tools. 

“Tom! Where is my suit?!” She called out to her husband, who was happily baking in the kitchen. He finally managed to kick Alfred out and get control. Sabine laughed when the butler, passing her, revealed that he let him win. 

“I think Bruce wanted to put it in the vault, together with the bag!” The large man answered with a merry tone. 

“Thank you, honey! I think I’ll be going out for a while!” 

“Be safe!”

Finally having a direction, she stormed toward the vault. It was hidden under the stairs, where one had to first enter a secret passage, only to then open a door in the wall.

When she opened the doors and looked inside, her first instinct was to immediately go into a battle stance.

It looked like a tornado passed through the room, which was supposed to be neatly ordered. All the documents were scattered, two priceless artifacts got destroyed and every drawer was pulled out. Inside the wall opposite to the doors, someone made a giant hole. The concrete was shattered and the metal reinforcement cage was pulled apart. 

Warily, Sabine approached the hole. Once she got closer, she could take a better look at the reinforcement. What got her attention was the way it was bent. Someone grabbed it and ripped it apart. The hole itself also revealed a small rectangular area that was used to hide something. A secret buried so deeply it was frozen inside a wall of a hidden vault inside a hidden corridor in one of the best-guarded buildings in Gotham.

“Oh for crying out loud! I just wanted my suit…” She threw her hands up. 

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More or less at the same time, Tim had a lazy day at the cave. He didn’t need to return to Wayne Enterprises for at least another week. He tried to solve a cold case, using the updated list of secret powers Sabine provided him. He and Bruce were both worried about how much had escaped them. Neither considered Luxembourg Secret Service to be capable of ordering a hit on a hitman that was after their Duke. And hire Lady Shiva nonetheless. 

He just got himself a new cup of coffee when suddenly, a portal appeared in the middle of the cave and dropped two superheroes and a book on a podium. The Cat landed on his feet while Ladybug fell on her rear with a soft thud. Startled, Tim dropped his mug and the coffee spilled all around him.

“Could you not!?” He shouted, a bit embarrassed that they got a drop on him so easily. 

“Tt. Shut up replacement.” Cat growled. He and Marinette dropped their transformations and she proceeded to feed Tikki with some cookies while he reluctantly pulled a small, isolated box from his pocket and gave Plagg a bit of cheese. 

“We’ve got plenty of new material after the last akuma attack. I’ve sent you a picture of a woman using the Peacock Miraculous and we’ve got an essential book.” She walked over to the bat computer. “It appears that they used the distraction the akuma caused to infiltrate the place.”

“I’m not sure, Angel.” Damian was busy with the other screen, trying to attach the tablet to it. The deciphering system managed to unlock it already and while he waited for the system to scan for any traps, he browsed the photos. “From the look of it, she only got two or three pages before we ambushed her. She must’ve arrived shortly before us or couldn’t find it for a long time. I would hazard a guess that she didn’t know about it.”

“But… That would mean she was at school when… but how would she… No! The only other person that heard about the book was Erica.”

“Maybe not. She could’ve been there trying to get some information on us.”

“But how did she get there before us?”

“Tt. It’s not like the Detective Club was in any hurry.” He huffed. 

“Um… That’s all great and all, but what the bat are you talking about?” Tim asked, trying to get between the married couple. 

“We had an akuma attack at school. Damian earned detention for calling Hammerhead old while out of the suit. After we dealt with the akuma we learned about this book,” she pointed at the podium. “We went to check it and found the new Peacock trying to photograph as much as she could. We stole her tablet and kicked her backside.” Marinette beamed. 

Their discussion was interrupted when Sabine stormed inside the cave. “I need security feed from the Gala. Someone trashed the Wayne Vault and stole some box!” She shouted at Tim. “Oh! Hi Sweetie. Go change out of the uniform and we will get tea in a minute.” She smiled at her daughter. Except it was not as genuine as her usual smile. It felt much more forced. 

“Maman. I would love to, but maybe let’s deal with the break-in first?”

“We must wait for Bruce to get back anyway. He took Cass to the ballet class today. My turn will be on Thursday.” 

She pulled the video feed from the camera that overlooked the entrance to the corridor that led to the Vault. She put it on double speed and watched various guests hang around and talk. They usually had a glass of champagne. Suddenly, Marinette lunged and pressed the pause button.

“Him!” She pointed to a younger man with jet black hair and a white mask that covered the upper part of his face. His hair was neatly combed back with no small amount of hair gel, enough that it shined in the camera. 

“He doesn’t stand out really…” Tim scanned the image. 

“The bracelet!” She seethed. “I can’t believe that bastard still carries the bracelet.”

“Tt. I can cut it off next time I see him.” Damian offered before muttering “Together with the arm.” Luckily for him, Marinette had more pressing matters than stopping his murderous instincts.

“So Agreste somehow got inside during the Gala. It’s maybe an hour before the akuma attack.” They continued to watch as he chatted with people nearby. Finally, when they left, he slipped inside the secret passage. They switched to the camera inside, only for it to then be destroyed by a cane. The one inside the vault was a bit farther away, so before it was destroyed they got a good look at the boy. 

The male figure had a dark purple suit with the signature butterfly brooch pinned to the top of the shirt. His chest was protected by two black flaps that looked a bit like the moth wings. In his black gloves, he held a cane topped with a purple orb. The face was covered by a simple domino mask that did nothing to hide the mane of blonde hair on top of his head.

“At least we know that he inherited his father’s lack of taste. At least his mask isn’t…” Marinette stopped herself when Damian poked her side and pointed toward the glass cabinet inside which the first Red Robin uniform was. Its mask was pretty close to what Gabriel wore. “Oh… Nevermind.”

Tim was clearly unamused. 

“This is still important. We’ve got a first look at his transformation. We can set cameras to, in addition to akuma tracing, scan for him personally.”

“I don’t think it would do much good. The image wasn’t the best.”

“But how did he avoid the scanners?” 

“Alfred was busy, tracking a suspicious blonde with bi-colored eyes. She was supposed to have messed too close to the kitchen for his liking.” Tim explained.

“I remember her. She said something to me. ‘You’re far from victory yet’. I considered it suspicious, but in the whirlwind of the following events, the meeting slipped my mind.”

“You! The great Damian Wayne forgot a crucial detail!?” Tim laughed. “This is gold! I need to mark the date on my calendar!”

“Tt. And I need a set of matches.” The youngest Wayne growled. 

“So we’ve got another suspect on the list?” 

“It’s getting complicated. First the vault, then the book… Hawkmoth was narrow-minded in his goals. Create akumas, have them hunt Ladybug and Chat Noir, take the Miraculous.” Marinette collapsed on the nearby chair. “Adrien is… he’s more organized. He’s got a plan. He’s not after the Miraculous. Or rather not directly. There is something else he’s trying to find. I’m just not sure what…”

“The history of Gotham is filled with so many mysteries that we wouldn’t even have any idea where to begin.” Tim wasn’t helpful. At all.

“We know they stole something from Wayne Vault and used the akuma as a distraction to carry it away. Then, they attacked the school. What could be at Gotham Academy that they had a personal interest in?”

“The book?”

“I don’t think they knew about it. The attack on the Academy could’ve been to test our abilities.” 

Tikki and Plagg floated to the group. “Gotham is a dark place.” Ladybug Kwami started. “There are so many things in this city…”

“What about the Bat miraculous, cookie?” Plagg asked. “I mean where else would it be but Gotham?”

“Bat… Miraculous…” Time starred at the two mini-gods. “You’re joking, right?”

“No. Balla is the Kwami of clarity.” Tikki nodded. “The Bat Miraculous gives the wearer supernatural perception and near-precognition.”

“What?” Marinette asked, not sure what the word was supposed to mean.

“They can see the immediate future.” Her mother clarified for her. 

“Is it possible they are after the Bat…” she tried to imagine what jewelry would be associated with bats. Tikki came to help. 

“It’s the belt buckle.”

“Tt. Bat Buckle?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Whoever made the Miraculous had a great sense of humor.” 

“Okay. But we still need to figure out their next step…”

“Sweetie? Maybe you focus on school and let me deal with this?” Sabine asked after a moment. 

“But… I’m the Guardian.”

“And you’re also a teenager.” Her mother countered. “I’m not trying to replace you or keep you on the sidelines. I am your mom though. Teenage years are supposed to be the best in your life. You should be dating, spending time with friends. Exploring the world. Nowhere on that list is fighting against a mad terrorist.” 

“But… but… I can’t just sit back while you fight!” 

“You can still fight. And help.” Sabine tried again. “I just don’t want you to devote all your time to this. You can leave the investigation to me, Bruce and Tim and enjoy the time with friends; Or design; Or take Damian on dates.” 

“Tt. It’s my duty to take her on dates.”

“Dream on, grumpy cat.” Marinette booped his nose and giggled at the face he made.

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Masterlist // Next

[ray-jaykub]

Headcanons for how the turtles deal with a grumpy, tired SO

I'm honestly Grumpy and tired rn and my brother ain't helping with his attitude >:l

Leonardo:

•Oh you poor thing tut tut

•It's nap time sweety

•Leo takes naps when he's tired or grumpy so he'll join you

•Will tuck you in and give you head rubs

•He's just alot mire chill when you're chill so honestly it'd benifit both of you if you listened to his advice

•Yes his advice is just a nap but he swears it works, and if you want to talk about it you can

Raphael:

•mm if you've got an attitude it's gonna have to stop real quick because he takes those personal

•But, if you're super needy when you're tired or grumoy then he feels a great sense of pride.

•Like you felt like you could come to him first and he's honoured

•If you're mostly grumpy he's gonna make you do a round of tackling, yes he always wins but it lets that stress go

•If you're mostly tired he'll let you sit in his lap or carry you for some of the day and when you fall asleep just lay you in his room

•Just wants ypu to feel better, especially if it isn't like you

Donatello:

•"What's wrong?"

•Literally the first question out his mouth when you get to the lab

•Donnie will probably want you to tell him or else he'll over worry and then you both work yourselves into a rut

•He has stress toys if you wanna play with them and if you don't he'll let you sleep in his nook

•The nook is like this metal caccon with this sliding door and is filled with blankets and pillow and all along the inner shell there are magnets that can paper for notes when he jots them down

•Smells like him and science so it's great

Michelangelo:

•If you're with Michelangelo you're probably akin to personality

•So when you flop face first onto his bed and let out the groan of the undead he understands

•"One of those days huh?"

•Sometimes you both are in sync so when it's one of your days it's one of his days

•Which means cuddles and pizza and television!!!

•Give him kisses and he'll give you kisses and it's just great give and take

[skylarmoon71]

TMNT 2014/2016 Raphael x Reader-(Short Story) Chapter 2

"You should have just let me take him, he was right there! "

"Come on Raph, we're just supposed to help not make it worse. Besides, we stopped the train. They won't be bringing in any more weapons." Raph grumbled, sheathing both his blades. Apparently they were discussing what took place in their most recent case. Raph lived to defy Leo, it wasn't anything new.

"Whatever, next time I'm going out on my own." he shoved Leo as he brushed passed. Leo grabbed his shoulder, halting him. 

"You're not going out on your own, we do this together Raph!" You really hated it whenever they fought. Despite that, you never said anything when it got like this. Even Mikey and Donnie knew better. Raph pushed Leo back roughly, and the blue bandana turtle hit a shelf close by. Lucky for him he had his shell to take the brunt of the hit. Unlucky for you, you didn't. You were on the other side of the cupboard, and when it started to fall you panicked.

Raph saw it falling, yelling out for you. You braced your hands, closing your eyes. You heard a few items clattering to the floor at the sides of you, but when you realized you were unharmed you looked up. Donnie had his arms spread, holding up the cupboard. He lifted it in the other direction, bracing it back against its previous spot. "Are you alright?" Leo was at your side in an instant, and you sighed relieved. You smiled at Donnie who was already checking your body for injuries.

"T-Thank you Donnie you might have just saved my life." He gave a sheepish smile rubbing his neck.

"I-It was nothing. "

Now that the danger was over, Leo glared at his brother. He stomped in his direction enraged. "What the hell are you doing! You could have really hurt (Y/N)!" You stepped over placing a hand on Leo's arm to calm him down.

"I-It's fine Leo. I-It was an accident. H-He didn't mean to." Raph would never intentionally harm you.

"Yeah Leo, listen to your girlfriend. " That made you a little annoyed. Because he was already angry, you just let it slide. Leo was still sizing Raph up, and you knew you wouldn't be able to handle it if they got into another fist fight because of you. Leo glanced down at the unease in your eyes. Reluctantly, his shoulders slumped. He stepped down, and Raph just wore an arrogant smirk.

"Just like you to fold. Sometimes I wonder why you're the leader." Leo didn't reply, taking your hand and guiding you out the room. You wanted to stay there and try to get both brothers to work out the problem, but you didn't have it in you to pull away from Leo's hold, especially since he looked so worried when he thought you would get buried under the cupboard. So as he pulled you along, you sent a longing look in Raph's direction. He looked up at the last second, right before you went around the corner. That split second, you could have sworn you saw a hint of hurt in his eyes.

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"Are they still fighting?" you were chatting with Donnie on your cell phone. It was pretty late, and you knew you wouldn't be able to sneak out, so you were in your room, laying down on your bed.

"Yeah, don't worry too much. Master Splinter will make sure they don't go at each other's throats." you smiled.

"That's good to hear. Well I'll check in tomorrow. Spring break is about to begin so I'll get to spend more time with you guys."

"That's-"

"Hey is that (Y/N)? Dude what's up!!" you laugh hearing Mikey in the background.

"Hey Mikey, I was just telling Donnie about the upcoming break. We may finally get to settle that score in Call of Duty."

"I'm so gonna kick your butt!" You couldn't wait.

"I'll be looking forward to it." you spoke. After giving your goodbyes, you hung up the phone, flopping back on the mattress. Somehow you'd become a little better at interacting. Before meeting the turtles you pretty much avoid interacting with people.

For good reason to. But with them, it was never a challenge. Leo was like an older brother. Mikey the goofy childish younger brother. Donnie was like a middle child. Smart, techy and a little bit of a dork. Raph was obviously the rebel. Even with all their differences, it was weird that you found comfort trusting them rather than your own species.

Maybe it was because the turtles lived by a code. They were natural born protectors, saviors. At heart, their main purpose in life was helping. And they did. They helped you, not just physically. But also mentally, emotionally. If you could offer them the world, you would do it without a second thought.

You flinched when you heard a small knock on the glass on your window. You looked over at the curtains. Maybe it was a bat? You stepped out of bed, moving to check the glass. When you shifted the curtain, you were shocked at who was hanging unto your window sill.

"R-Raph!" you slapped your hand against your mouth, because that came out much louder than intended. Opening the window, you ushered him inside quickly. As soon as you did it you ran over, turning the latch on your door.

He was lucky your room was located in the back of the house, covered by trees in your yard. It would be pretty awkward if you had to explain him to your neighbors.

Now that you were no longer in autopilot, you stood by the door. Raph was still by your window. He rolled his shoulders after climbing through the small space. And now he was just standing there, clearly unsure of what to do, or say.

"This is awkward.." you had absolutely no idea why he came, and the fact that neither of you had ever had an actual conversation alone didn't help your nerves.

"This is stupid." He groused. You kept playing with your fingers. "W-Why are you....is something wrong back home with Leo?" at the mention of his brother's name his face turned sour. "It's always about him isn't it. Leo. I came all the way here to apologize to you and that's all you have to say!"

Unconsciously you took a step back. You never did like it when he yelled. Especially since this was the first time it was directed at you. Not just that, but yelling right now wasn't the best thing since your parents were only a couple doors down. He must have realized, because he turned his head. "Forget about it. I don't even know why I came." You could feel him fuming from all the way over there. And as much as you wanted to say something, you'd already irritated him, you didn't want to say anything to make it worse. Although at this point just about anything would.

"I'm sorry." you whispered. Raph stopped in his spot, looking over his shoulder.

"I-I know I barely ever talk to you. And I always make things awkward when it's us two. I don't mean too. A-And I didn't mean to get you in trouble with Leo the other day. I-It's my fault that you guys are fighting right now." In a way it was.

Raph sighed defeatedly. He came to apologize, and instead he scared you into doing what he should have done the moment he stepped in, instead of picking a fight.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one that always messes everything up."

"That's not true." When you said that he turned to you fully. You burrowed your hands behind your back, finally feeling a little confident now that he wasn't as pissed.

"You do have a bad temper, and you suck at taking orders, but you don't mess things up." Where those words came from, you had no clue. But you were liking your sudden boldness.

"Your brothers depend on you. You guys have each other, no matter how much you think you mess up, they'll always be there for you. You just need to be better at working through your issues rather than just walking away from them."

Raph was just standing there listening, he seemed to be actually taking in you words. When he sent you a small grin your cheeks darkened.

"Here I thought you were just a little shrimp. You're a lot braver than you look. " you giggled softly. "I mean, compared to you guys I really am." you joked. Raph was smiling at you, actually smiling. He looked so damn sexy when he smiled. "No! Stop it stupid brain! I'm actually having a conversation with him, don't' ruin it!" Right now really wasn't the best time to fall for his charms.

"Thanks (Y/N)." He was thanking you. Could your night get any better.

"(Y/N) sweety are you alright?" you stiffened, and Raph looked side to side panicking.

"Aw shit!" he mouthed. You shook your hands advising him not to make a sound or move.

" I thought I heard yelling."

"I-I'm fine Mom. It was j-just a nightmare. I didn't want to wake you or dad. I-I'm sorry."

"Nightmares, do you want to talk about it." you could tell she was offering to stay awake longer to help you.

"I'm really fine mom, I promise. It was nothing. I'm going to go back to sleep. "

"Are you sure? I can make you a cup of tea or something. "

"There's no need. I promise I'm fine. Just go back to sleep." She lingered at the door for a while, before she relented. "Alright, but if you change your mind let me know."

"I will. I love you mom."

"Oh sweetheart I love you too. Try and get some rest okay. "

"Yeah I will." You waited in your spot until you heard her footsteps retreating. When you heard her bedroom door close, you sighed, placing a hand to your chest.

"That was close." you whispered. Raph was smirking at you, and it did weird things to your chest.

"W-What?"

"Nothing." It didn't look like nothing.

 "Come on tell me why you're wearing that smug little woah!" you had planned to march over, but you slipped on something on your floor. Raph was quicker, he caught you almost instantly. You must have stopped breathing for at least a few seconds, because you just stayed there in his arms. Your eyes connected, and that's when you let out a shallow breath. Raph was just as taken as you. He didn't move a muscle, just held you upright. You palm flattened against his chest, eyes never straying from his hypnotic gaze. With him slightly bent, all you had to do was lean up a few inches and you could close that space.

"Raph.." the sound of his name broke the spell. He straightened your body, pulling away. He cleared his throat, taking a couple steps back. "I should get going I need to-" he knocked into your desk behind on his way to leave and you winced at the sound that echoed. Raph froze, listening to make sure he didn't give your mother another reason to come back. When there wasn't any sound he relaxed, moving to your window.

"Be careful." you said gesturing to his head as he almost ran right into the glass. He just gave a force laugh, raising the window glass. You smiled. He was sort of cute like this. All fidgety. He ducked, creeping out the way he came in. "I'll come by tomorrow." you stated.

"Yeah..." he responded, but it didn't sound like he was really listening. He looked distracted.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

He nodded, inching up the wall.

"Yeah tomorrow." And just like that, he was flipping to the top of your roof. You bent your head, watching as he took off into the night.

You were looking forward to tomorrow, that was for sure.

[luna-tmnt]

While Raphael is cleaning his daughter is in his playpen when he hears his daughter making noise

raphael: huh ... what's wrong sweetie?

he sees his daughter start walking for the first time

raphael: you ... you walk incredible come see daddy my dear

her daughter tries to get to her daddy but she falls and starts to cry

raphael: oh no (run to your daughter and take her in your arms) don't cry my angel daddy is here, i'm proud of you you succeeded

raphael my daughter in her cradle is herself but next to her so that she can sleep

raphael: now you have to sleep don't worry dad would never leave you all alone

his daughter starts to fall asleep and Raphael comes out of the bedroom leaving a night light for his daughter so that she is not afraid of the dark, he goes to the living room to watch TV

a few hours later her daughter is but cried raphael goes to see her daughter who is awake

raphael: oh my princess what's wrong? you had a nightmare fear nothing daddy protect you

but she continues to cry, when her stomach starts to growl raphael understands right away that she is hungry

raphael: that's why you're crying you're hungry have gone to the kitchen to prepare a bottle for yourself

[secretcloudstrawberry]

A Million Dreams ~ TMNT 2012 Human AU Fanfic

April O'Neil was running, running from robotic droids that were after her, and her younger sister Iris. The Droids were gaining on them. April was carrying her younger sister, who was wrapped in a cloak so the droids didn't get her. April's red hair that was usually in a ponytail, was partly out as she was running. Her usual outfit that she usually wore was ripped in several places due to several sharp things. " April? "Iris asked. April held her sister close. "Don't worry Iris, I'll keep you safe." She promised, kissing the top of her cloak where her head was.

The droids were getting closer, the robotic footsteps could be heard behind them. "Give us what we want. "One of the droids said, extracting a laser from its hand, proceeding to shoot April and Iris.

April ducked her head, clutching Iris close. The droids kept shooting them, but luckily April kept them both safe. She finally made it to a alleyway, luckily the droids didn't go inside so She had just enough time to set her sister down and explain to her in the best way she could what was about to happen. Iris looked at her sister, her blue eyes staring at her in concern. Her hair colour matched her sister, only her hair was a lot shorter than hers, it framed her face quite nicely. She was wearing a lilac dungaree dress, with a white T-shirt underneath, her shoes, a old pair of sneakers that April found in the dump that were just about fitting her. She fiddled with one of her dungaree straps nervously waiting for whatever her older sister had to tell her.

" Iris, I need to take you somewhere. Somewhere where the droids won't get you. I know it's a place where I can take you."

"But what about you April? Won't the droids get you?" Iris asked worriedly. April takes her hand, squeezing it tightly. "Don't worry I'll be safe. But we can't be together anymore, we have to be apart so that the droids will only search for one of us. They've already captured dad, I don't want them capturing you too. So, that's why, I'm going to take you somewhere where the droids won't bother looking. I'm going to keep you safe I promise. So come with me, I know where to take you."

Iris quietly obeyed her sister, as she picked her up and put the cloak over her. She ran out of the alleyway, looking left and right to make sure the droids hadn't followed, luckily they hadn't. April kept running, until she finally made it to the old rundown building a couple of streets over. She set Iris down, putting her hand on her shoulders, forcing the girl to look up at her. "April, I don't wanna lose you. "Iris sobs, April pulled Iris into a hug, proceeding to sing to her.

"Every night I lie in bed

The brightest colors fill my head

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all it's gonna take

A million dreams for the world we're gonna make...." April sang softly, hugging her sister tight.

Sirens could be heard in the distance. The police. April quickly pushed her sister to the door, giving her her plush doll, which was actually hers when she was little. She knocked on the door, quickly a kind woman answered the door. “Please. “April begged. The woman smiled concerningly, guiding the young girl Close to her. “What about you, dear? “The woman asked. April shook her head adamantly. “I can’t. I’m being hunted, my dad has already been captured, and it looks like I’m next. I needed to keep my little sister Iris safe, so please! Look after her. “ The woman nodded as though this was a complete and utter normal circumstance for her. “Of course. I’ll keep her as safe as I can.” The woman promised. April looked at her gratefully, giving Iris another hug, probably her last.

“Iris, sweetie, I have to go okay? I have to go and hide, I love you. Be a good girl for me, okay? Do everything the nice lady says.”

Iris nodded. Trying to suppress tears. “Okay sissy, I’ll be a good girl… I love you too. “ Iris hugs her Big Sister, hugging her tight, squeezing every last hug that she could. “She’s over here! “One of the droids shout. April quickly pulled away, taking off her necklace and giving it to Iris. April quickly ran off, leaving Iris and the orphanage owner. The orphanage owner turned to her, bending down, helping her put the necklace on. “I’m Miss Lily, and like I said to your sister, I’ll take care of you, okay? “Iris nodded.

Lily guided Iris in to the orphanage, The orphanage had long corridors, lots of different rooms presumably filled with other children and teenagers. She guided Iris to a room the furthest down the hallway, Lily knocked on it, causing someone with brown hair and blue eyes to answer it. “Miss Lily? “The boy asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“ sorry to wake you, Leo,” Lily apologised. “But, someone brought their sister to me, it appears they are being hunted and they didn’t want the same outcome for their younger sister.” She gestures to Iris. “Will you get her settled with your brothers? “Lily asked politely. “Of course Miss Lily.” The boy named Leo said, gesturing Iris inside of his shared room with his siblings. “I’ll be back with some pyjamas for Iris in a moment.” She said to Leo who nodded. “Would you like anything to eat?” Lily offers, Iris nodded her head slowly. “Alright sweetie, I’ll go get you some pyjamas and some food, okay? Go ahead and settle with Leo and his brothers and make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back shortly.” Iris and Leo both nodded, as the other gestured her in, shutting the door behind him.

“Woah, Who’s the new girl?” A angry voice asked.

Iris was shaking, hiding behind Leo.” Raphael, don’t scare her like that! Miss Lily said we had to take care of her, her sister is being hunted, and she doesn’t want her younger sister to be hunted also.”

Raphael folded his arms. “Okay… So what does this have to do with us exactly?” Leo facepalmed. “What part of ‘her sister is being hunted, and she doesn’t want her younger sister to be hunted also’ don’t you understand?”

Raphael rolled his eyes. “I perfectly understood it Leonardo, I’m not stupid. “

A boy wearing purple pyjamas and working on a laptop on the other side of the room, snorted. “That is the biggest lie ever, Raph, you know that. “He said, continuing to type something, before shutting his laptop down and putting it away. He walked over, bending down in front of Iris

“ sorry about my big brothers, they can be mean. I’m Donatello, but you can just call me Donnie.” He responded in a calm and gentle voice

Iris stepped out from behind Leo, walking in front of Donnie. “I-I’m I-Iris.” Iris replied on the verge of tears. Donatello hugged her. “Shhh, it’s okay Iris… It’s okay...” Donnie comforted. “ this is a big change for you, isn’t it? But don’t worry. Miss Lily is really really nice, she and us will take care of you, okay?” Iris nodded her head, hugging into him more.

“ how old are you Iris?”

“4.” She responded, as Donnie was holding her on his lap, rubbing her back.

“Ah, so your two years younger than Mikey then! “Leonardo said excitedly. The boy named Mikey lept out of bed at the mention of his name, racing over and cannonballing himself into Iris in a hug. Iris quickly pulled away, starting to get upset and overwhelmed. Donnie cradled her in his arms, kissing the top of her forehead. “It’s okay, Mikey just got a bit excited, that’s all. He didn’t mean to. “He comforted and Iris nodded.

Lily soon knocked on the door. Leo opened the door.

“ I brought you some pyjamas sweetie, I’m not sure which colour you would like but I brought some options for you. I have some food cooking for you in the microwave, so I’ll bring it as soon as it’s finished, Leo will show you to the bathroom so you can get changed and freshen up, okay?” Iris nodded. Lily nodded, leaving the room to check on Iris’s meal.

Leonardo gestured her to the room. “ would you like Donnie to help you? These pyjamas can be quite difficult.” Iris nodded, as Donnie followed her. As he picked up the several pairs of pyjamas that Lily had offered, taking them into the bathroom. Iris following closely behind.

Once in the bathroom and the light turned on. Iris could see the bathroom was a very bright white colour with cute cartoon character decals, most of them ranging from the hit TV show Space Heroes. Iris looked around the room examining every inch of the room, from the toiletries, to the four toothbrushes Soon to be fine sitting in a cupholder all in their presumably favourite colours. Hearing Donatello sit down placing several pairs of pyjamas on the floor, Iris was brought out of her trance, looking over all of them.

“ which one?” Donatello whispered. Iris stared at all of them.

“ The periwinkle one please.” She whispered quietly, The boy opposite her nodded. Helping her slowly take off her dungaree dress, he gently and carefully unbuttoned as she was shaking.

She missed April.

She missed her so much.

By the time she had even five minutes to process any of this, Donatello, the sweet boy that he was, had already helped her into her pyjamas. But she didn’t remember that, all she remembered was her putting her legs up, to get the dress off, and then putting her legs up again to put the pyjama pants on.

“You okay there, dove?” He asked. Dove? She’s never been called that, ever. Her breathing was getting very difficult right now, her eyes started to dart around the room, looking anywhere but the boy in front of her.

“Iris.” Donatello said sternly yet gently. “Can you look at me? Look at me, right at me. We’re going to focus on something together, okay?” She nodded, her vocal chords deciding to shut down. She stared at one of the details on the wall Donatello’s gaze following her,

“Atta girl.” Donnie Said softly. “Try and match my breathing, okay? “

Several breathing exercises later, Iris was a lot more calm, in that time, the boy opposite her head and managed to check her vitals, to make sure it was nothing other than a panic attack from everything she experienced. Iris still wasn’t talking, Donatello still crouched on the floor gripping her hands, rubbing them in slow calming motions.

Iris tried to speak, her mouth moving, but no sound emanated. It looked like she was lip syncing, her head was all static, all she could just about see was Donatello staring up at her an mixture of worry and concern on his features, as he gently, ever so gently rubbed her hands in calming motions to ease her breathing.

“ April… “She whispered.

“Who?” Donnie asked.

“A-April, my sister. “Iris said.

Oh. Oh. That’s why she was managing? Her sister.

“You miss her, huh?” Donnie presumed.

“Yeah.” Iris replies, scouring her clothes for the necklace. Donatello found it, kindly putting it on for her “is this to remember her?” He presumed again. She nodded, taking his offering hand as he led them out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Glaring at Raphael, as his lips were about to make a not so nice remark. “Don’t even try, Raphael. “ Donnie said, guiding little Iris to his bed where a tray of not long cooked super noodles was waiting for her, with a tiny packet of chips, some cookies, and some fruit. He gestured her to sit down, handing her the tray as she sat down, as he sat next to her.

Once finished, Mikey quickly took the plate to the kitchen, coming back and not even a minute later to tell everyone that she did it. “Great job Mikey, thanks for helping. Now, I really think it’s time for bed. We’ve had a lovely day, well, not a long day, but a long night. As for Iris, she certainly has had a long day.” Leo said, sad girl was nearly asleep. Donnie smiled, pulling the almost asleep girl onto his lap, kissing her forehead lightly. He shuffled onto the bed, with Iris still in his lap.

He quickly got out his headphones, gently slipping them on Iris’s tiny little ears, playing calming Music to keep her relaxed.

Donnie lay down, pulling Iris close to him. I was mild, looking at Donnie as she slept peacefully. Yeah. Things would be okay, she would be safe, they would protect her. April would be safe. Just as she promised.

Hi! I hope you enjoyed my first TMNT 2012 fanfic! This is the first chapter! I apologise if I get them OOC, I just like them as a younger version of themselves. Because let’s be honest, they are so cute. I know the chapter kind of sucks. But I tried.

Now I’m going to tell you how old they are

April is 16 (the same age as in the show)

Iris is 4

Leo is 10

Donnie is 9

Raph is 8

Mikey is 6

[faithsreward]

Michael, I made you some tea. Will you come sit in the garden with me? -Faith

@cosmicxxxlight (x)

" Not right now Faith." Micheal says seriously,   he's busily trying to mark down decent demon activity in efforts to aid Anabiel which they'd been taking -- maybe a bit too seriously because they'd been doing this non-stop for several weeks now and not listening.  How could they not take this seriously? The one thing that feels strange to them is the thought that they won't be killing the demons.

The archangel briefly looks up and meets her eyes.  "  I'm doing something important sweetie.   Please go enjoy yourself,you are free of your duties."  because they had Raphael doing them.

“Then we shall have the tea here.” The tea set she placed on the table looked out of place amongst the maps and war-plans, it was delicate and the saucers were patterned with the most delicate of bamboo shoots. “My schedule is clear today, and I’d like to spend at least some of it with you. You’ve locked yourself away again, and you know I worry.”

One cup was placed in front of Michael, fragrant steam rising in delicate swirls, the scent enough to soothe at least a bit of nerves, at least for most people. The second Faith took for herself, sipping it gently as she looked at the maps, pausing to gesture to one of the groups. “Don’t worry about that one. They’ll be returning to Hell soon. They come once every few hundred years, to find a mate for their queen. Once she is with child they vanish, until another of them dies and they must refresh their numbers. Last time they traded some infernal herbs for something to aid in the child’s birth, they’re harmless, and quite sweet.”