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imashoe69420 · 2 years ago

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what about raph with a reader who is kinda like him and is willing to get themself hurt in order to protect raph/his brothers/really anybody? and what would he do if the reader took a bad hit and when they woke up raph was chewing them out but also thankful because they were protecting him or one of his brothers???? idk this just popped into my brain

I love these types of dynamics 😩

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Stubborn

Rise!Raph X GN!Reader

Genre: Angst

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Relationship: Ambiguous

Timeline: Post-Movie

Warnings ⚠️: Mild Language, Mentions of Death

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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Stubborn.

That was the one word many would use to describe (Y/N).

Of course, the word for them to a T.

(Y/N) hated rules and policies and people telling them what to do. Growing up with only brothers made their rebellion and disliking for authority all that much greater. Every time they’d come home from playing with the neighborhood kids, some part of her body would be bruised or scratched or something of the sort.

Their mother would always scold them saying that roughhousing isn’t okay if they end up injured every time, but that was (Y/N)’s favorite part.

Getting hit wasn’t the enjoyable thing. It was seeing how far their body could go; how much pain could be inflicted on them before all they could do was collapse in exhaustion.

Of course, they would never listen to their mother.

(Y/N)’s life was centered around violence, so they were very intrigued when they met the likes of Raphael. Out of all the things they thought they would experience, meeting a walking talking mutant their age was the last thing on their mind. And relating to him was the very last thing.

Both of them were the oldest in their families. Protecting them was their job no matter if they got on their nerves or didn’t want it. This mindset reflected on others and soon all the people they cared about needed protection. Was it mentally weighing on them? That never mattered. All that mattered was their families were safe.

So when (Y/N) took a blow for Raph during an encounter with a supervillain, he took it personally.

He took it personally because how could they do such a thing knowing it would absolutely destroy him? Most importantly, how could they take a blow for him specifically knowing that he’s a literal fucking tank? Raph surely could’ve taken the hit the same way he did for Leo when he was being attacked by the Kraang.

But that didn’t matter to (Y/N). They were never able to relate to someone the way they did with the red clad turtle. Raphael became important to them in a way that rivaled the affection they had towards their younger siblings.

Weeks prior, (Y/N) and Raph had been training in the lair. When the red turtle handed them their water bottle during a break, they seemed almost upset as they took a swig of their water.

“Is somethin’ the matter?” Raph asked gently as he planted himself next to the human teen.

“Y’know…” (Y/N) exhaled through their nose, “if I was in trouble and a villain was trying to kill me, would you take the hit for me?”

Raphael furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting this type of existential question. “I mean… of course I would. If that’s what I had ‘tuh do, I’d do it.”

Although (Y/N) smiled up at him, he could sense their doubt, which annoyed him. “Okay. Then I’d do the same.”

This in particular perturbed the turtle. Even though they were a bit buff, they were so much smaller than him. Enemies would attack him a lot harder than (Y/N) or his brothers.

The mutant shook his head. “Ya’ shouldn’t do that, (Y/N). You could get really hurt tryna take a hit for me. I can handle a blow or two.”

“Sure but, if you were in the scenario I just said, I’d still do it.”

And now it was real.

Raph was beaten so badly, he could barely move, nor could he sense the attack behind him. (Y/N) knew they couldn’t just do nothing; they couldn’t just let him get hurt. Or worse.

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(Y/N) didn’t wake up for a few days after the battle. But even when they woke up, Raph was the only one who didn’t visit them in the Medbay. They’d asked Donnie about Raph, but each time he would make an excuse.

“He’s training.”

“He’s out on a mission.”

“He said he’d be here soon, but I can’t guarantee anything.”

One night, they awoke from a horrific nightmare about the events that had happened about two weeks ago at this point. Instead, the red clad turtle was actually hit and (Y/N) knew without a doubt that he was dead.

The nightmare was all too real for them not to at least see Raph alive. They acknowledged it was silly to think he’d died just because of the dream, but this was something they had always done with their younger siblings.

Though painstakingly, (Y/N) sat up and swiveled their body to the side of the gurney. They planted their feet against the cold concrete, then taking a few breaths before standing to their feet. A bolt of pain stung their gut, but that didn’t stop them from leaving the Medbay and heading into Raph’s room.

The oversized mutant laid silently on his mattress, facing away from the entrance of his room. (Y/N) knew he wasn’t asleep as the red turtle usually snored loudly when in a deep slumber, so they parted their lips slowly to ask a foreboding question.

“Why won’t you visit me?”

There’s silence for a while. So long that the injured party began to question if he was actually asleep. But when they turned to leave, Raph stirred slightly.

“You should be resting, (Y/N).” He said simply.

They sighed in annoyance at Raph’s comment. “You should be visiting me. I thought we were friends.”

Another long silence, causing (Y/N) to become further annoyed.

“Why are you acting like this? You never act like this! I told you what I would do if I had to do it, so why—”

Raph suddenly sat up, his angry gaze directed at his friend. “And I told you not to.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I told you you would get hurt and look at you now! You can barely stand.”

But when he observed their stunned expression, Raph backed down. “Look, I get you feel like ya’ have to protect everyone. You know I get it. But that was dumb. Real dumb.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “I don’t think saving you counts as dumb, Raph.”

He only looked at you for a few seconds. They swore tears began to form in his eyes, but the turtle quickly stood to his feet and scooped (Y/N) in his arms. Raph held them close to his plastron, squeezing them tightly in a hug.

“I know.” There’s a brief pause. “I know… and I love ya’ for it. Just don’t do it again. I can’t lose you. I won’t.”

(Y/N) stood shocked for a moment before exhaling all the tension away, wrapping their arms around his neck and pulling him even closer.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt raph #fanfic #rottmnt reader insert #rise leo #x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #tmnt raph x reader #rise raph x reader #rise raph

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hibiscusbiue · 2 years ago

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so i was talking to my friends on google chat but honestly i thought i should repost this entire rant

raph in the 2003 tmnt is one of the more complex characters on the side of the spectrum, while his trauma is all the more real when it comes down to it. his character is relatable in ways that are difficult to see on a surface level, because his surface level character is "angry hotheaded but caring when he is alone with his family"

in reality, DESPITE how aggressive raph is in the first season, it mellows out as the seasons go on. though honestly i think it shouldve increased but whatever

like i mentioned in mikeys rant, raphs biggest fear is himself. in the horror episode i mentioned earlier when theyre kidnapped and put into situations where they have to fight their greatest fear, raph is faced up against the shredder. on a surface level analysis, this seems like "raph is afriad of the shredder", since you know, that would make sense, shredder did almost kill them THOUSANDS of times. though, when raph knocks off the shredders helmet, we see things begin to fall into place and make a lot more sense then before, when it was just the shredder. because underneath that helmet theres his own face, with red eyes, laughing manically. raphaels greatest fear is himself.

and this all checks out. in s1 e4, raph literally almost bashes mikeys head in with a pipe out of anger. he almost KILLS casey out of anger. in other seasons, his impulsiveness has almost gotten them all killed thousands of times. his greatest enemy, his greatest fear, is HIMSELF, because he knows that one day they wouldn't be so lucky. one day someone would get hurt, and it might be because of him. one day someone he cared about was going to die, and it would be his fault.

his insecurities make his anger all the more humane, all the more understandable and relatable. because he's not just angry at his siblings when they push his buttons, hes not just angry at the world for treating them the way it treats them, he's angry at himself for failing to protect his only family, the people he was born and destined to protect.

thats why when mikey almost dies, or even jokes about dying countless times, raphs "tough boy" demeanor collapses. when leo is critically injured, raph fumbles over his words, and he gets angry. he gets incredibly angry at himself and takes it out through his words, saying "who needs him" about leo while hes crying. and thats because hes angry at HIMSELF, he's angry that he brushed off leo being out for hours in the cold rain, he brushed off how long leo was gone, and he failed his brother.

leo and raph arent that drastically different, actually. they get angry at themselves when they fail their family. i think the only big difference between them is that leo is calm and controlled, while raph is like a fire in a sense. also that leo got therapy and he didnt lol

i could be entirely wrong and just over analyzing every single little thing but idk. raph is my little blorbo

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #blue talks #tmnt raph #tmnt raph 2003 #tmnt raphael #tmnt rant

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l0stn3v3rf0und · 5 months ago

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TMNT: ELEMENTAL MADNESS AU - RAPHAEL

Raphael

Nicknames: Raph, The Big R, Red, Raphie, Raph-a-lot, Phoenix

Role: The Brawn

17 years old

Personality

Overprotective

Quick-tempered

Brash (self-assertive in a rude, noisy, or overbearing way)

Instinctive (relating to or prompted by instinct; unconscious or automatic)

Loyal

Charismatic

Boastful

Confident

Likes: Wrestling, Animals, His brothers, Being a hero

Dislikes: Winter, Bugs, Oddly quiet places, Bad people

Fears: Hurting others

Weapon: Axe

Element: Fire

Powers include: Pyrokinesis, Explosion, and Volcanic Body

Fun facts! (Again again more random stuff)

“HAVE NO FEAR! THE HERO IS HERE!!”

VERY LOUD. Can this guy shut up please I swear to go

Thinks he is the ultimate hero and will not be afraid to show it

Wants to save anyone who breathes, even if they don’t need help

Needs to be seen as a positive influence or he will literally die inside

Afraid that his powers will hurt his brothers or others so he tries to use them for good

HUUUGE savior complex

He doesn’t have much knowledge about the human world, but he is still very smart!

He thinks he isn’t a good brother, so he often overworks himself to be that role

He was very loyal to The FOOT.

Betrayed by them and left to die after finding out their true intentions

Lore

Raphael was born first. Making him the oldest.

When he got his powers at 5 years old, they were too much to handle and it often hurt other people.

Because of this, Raph avoided touching anyone with fear of hurting them in mind.

When he was 6, Raph wanted to be his younger brothers’ hero. So he did his best to protect his brothers.

When the family was evacuated from their planet when he was 7, Raphael was still overprotective with his family, he would often be attached to their side at all times.

When the ship got attacked however, he was separated from his family again and landed in Russia.

He was often treated like some sort of monster, so when he was found by TCRI they wanted to make him a killing machine.

For 4 years, Raph suffered and believed that he was a monster.

When he was 11, the TCRI building he was held in was destroyed by The FOOT.

He was eventually discovered in the rubble by Baron Draxum and was brought back to headquarters.

The three leaders decided to take him in and made him a strong warrior “hero” , naming him “Phoenix”

Despite the harsh training and the pressure he was faced, Raphael was devoted to The FOOT, since for once in his life he wasn’t treated like a monster.

For 7 years, he was given many tasks, most of them was used as a secret weapon to attack enemies if they dared attempt to fight back against The FOOT. Raph didn’t know this, and thought he was squashing bad guys like a hero would.

Sadly, when he was 17, it was discovered that he was only being used for his strong abilities and strength and not for him as a person. When he was deemed not strong enough, he was abandoned and left to die.

However, he was discovered once again by a family of 4. Instead of being used for his strength, he wasn’t used for anything. He was only needed for just him. Just Raphael.

VA Head canon: Knuckles (Sonic 2)

References

Masterpost

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #teenage mutant ninja turtles au #rapheal #tmnt rapheal #teenage mutant ninja turtles raph #tmnt raph au #tmnt iteration

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my-name-is-bunnyfoxy · 2 years ago

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I need to add this in but... It feels like this fanfic also has no idea how Mikey acts. While he is often seen as the baby of the family, in reality, Mikey is so much more and is also incredibly bold and brave just like his brothers (especially if you compare his boldness to Leo for example).

This kid did several things just on his own. He created a cure that would cure his brothers and himself from that parasite bug thingy, he went alone to fight Pizza Face and save his family and everyone in New York city completely alone, even while he was hurt he along with Donnie helped to distract and pounce on Slash to help Raph, he actively went on his own to grab something they need to get rid of his mutant spots of some sorts or whatever those were I forgot, he actively did his best to fight off COMPLETELY ALONE Dogpound who is a lot stronger and bigger then him and yet was able to also not be squashed by him, he survived COMPLETELY ALONE FOR POSSIBLY MONTHS in a dimension he never went to and that was his FIRST TIME there, he actively agrees to be the bait for his brothers to attract their enemies or any kind of danger, he managed to get out of the mega Shredder on his own after being eaten, he was obviously there to fight the Supper Shredder as well in the season 4 finale, he fought off again completely alone against Newtralizer who is 10 FEET TALL AND IS AN ALIEN NEWT AND HAS ELECTRICAL POWERS THAT ARE POTENTIALLY STRONGER THEN MIKEY'S, he also managed to kill him and destroy Lord Dregg's ship, he STABBED Dracula in the HEART, he survived all on his own in the mutant apocalypse after him and his bros got seperated for possibly decades, HE DEFEATED LITERAL SATAN AS WELL.

So you mean to tell me Mikey did ALL OF THAT WITH NO PROBLEM and let's not forget just how talented he is. I would be such a pussy to even ATTEMPT ANY OF HIS MOVES and would probably break a bone or something. Well- according to those fanfics and also this one in particular, none of that meant ANYTHING. Because for the sake of Mikey being treated like a baby, they took away all of those traits what even made Mikey. And ya'll keep acting like Mikey is just a party dude who doesn't take training seriously but also acts like a baby. That is COMPLETELY FALSE.

He is energetic, creative, talented, jokester, mischievous, quick to jump into action, laid back, funny, playful, loving, considered the heart of the family, a comfort teddy bear tbh, brave and so much more. And when he is being serious he takes every length to get the job done as fast as possible while making sure his brothers are also safe. And he is honestly really family oriented and even someone said that they see Mikey accepting anyone into the family (got that from his big bro Raph lol). There is so much and I can go on and on on how Mikey is genuinely a complex character. He has a lot of personality in many of his versions. Of course Mikey also has his own problems. He wants to not be seen as the idiot and just a goofball and wants his brothers to take him seriously. And he kind of comes off as a kid looking for validation. Not to mention Mikey can't stand when his family is sad and is always trying to defend them. Mikey can also pretty much defend himself as well. He has also been shown to hit his brothers or yell at them. He constantly sets them off in some way.

Mikey is also just a kid who had made several mistakes and is also the youngest. And being the youngest can at times be also really hard.

I wrote and said all of this just to prove a point and contradict peoples belief that Mikey is JUST the baby and a goofball and is not weak but strong. HELL- He wields what is considered as one of the hardest weapons to use. That just shows how skilled he is. Even Splinter in a video I believe said that he has more talent then his other bros combined and is naturally gifted and has the ability to be the strongest out of all of his brothers.

Conclusion?

Unfamiliar Familiar is a crap fanfic and also Mikey isn't just a whiney crybaby and isn't a helpless creature that needs help.

Also this is a bit more add in and how I feel about this crap.

As someone who has anger issues this just offends me. Whenever I burst into anger I immediately feel guilt later because I feel like I have just embarrassed myself and people will think I'm a person no one should be around. And I honestly hate sometimes being alone.

And I didn't even have any IDEA they made Mikey autistic just to excuse his actions and make him look more like a baby. This is legit exactly how people depict Rise Donnie as violent or the angry one because he is autistic, but it's the other way around. This offends me in so many ways.

Not only are the 2012 out of character, so are RISE. Yes they would protect each other and I'm sure would defend other versions of their brothers as well but just... I don't know how to explain it. I'm at this point at a loss for words god..

I hate this fandom so much. I'm not even surprised if Tolerable was actually abusive towards their friends and if that was the case, something tells me this stupid fanfic of theirs was probably to self project themselves if anything. Like seriously though-

Okay thank you for coming to my ted talk. My fingers hurt bye

Unfamiliar familiar is not just a fic, it is a harmful representation of tmnt 2012.

Infantilizing Mikey who canonically has ADHD, and then going ahead and giving him autism, rubbing salt even further into the wound. As an autistic person, it is absolutely disgusting seeing one of my favorite characters be broken down and destroyed by an in educated idiot, who obviously does not care about the 2012 tmnt characterization or the fact that they have pretty much ruined the tmnt 2012 AO3 tag for so many fans, including myself.

They had a big hand in the creation of the “abused Mikey” trope, which is an absolutely horrible characterization of 12 Mikey and his brothers.

It is harmful by villainizing Raphs anger issues, infantilizing ADHD and autism, not tagging the fic as an AU, as it is so OOC and completely destroys everything Tmnt is about.

Family, the turtles being brothers, being strong and stealthy ninjas. If Mikey couldn’t handle a bit of roughhousing, how would he have gotten through 15 years of ninja training!?

If torable actually watched the damn show all the way to the end, then it would become apparent that Raph goes through character development the most. He changes, is calmer, less aggressive, he’s happier more at ease, because he’s found people in his life who understand and love him for who he is. The change isn’t a flick of a switch, it’s a gradual change over the seasons. Raph is so much more than an aggressive impulsive idiot.

ADHD and autistic people are misrepresented in media, in absolutely horrible ways, and even when autism is done right, it’s always only the one side of the spectrum and never with an actual autistic actor. autism and ADHD do not need to be misrepresented in fanfics as well.

What ever the hell that creature is that torable claims to be Mikey, it’s one struggle after another, and adding autism because you just want to infantilize him is abhorrent. Autistic people are not babys who need to be treated like glass, and representing Mikey as that destroys his character and misrepresents autism in a horrible way.

On a video I did on tiktok about “unfamiliar familiar” I got comments from people saying that they know the author IRL and apparently they are ex-friends and torable was abusive towards them, I’m not saying these claims are true, but I got 3 different people comment about that same thing…🫢

Anyway FUCK YOU TORABLE! FUCK YOU UNFAMILIAR FAMILIAR! FUCK YOU “ABUSED MIKEY” TROPE AND FUCK YOU “RISE ADOPTS MIKEY”TROPE !

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt unfamiliar familiar #don't talk to me if you support this fanfic #or even support the abused Mikey trope #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt rant #my opinion #tmnt fandom #tmnt fanfic #reblog #honestly I felt so many damn emotions while writing this #mostly anger honestly

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faetaiity · 2 years ago

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What would the guy's reaction be when s/o soft shell mutant reader somehow gets injured on their shell? A enemy kidnapped them and they faught back, BUT they were outnumbered leading to them having a big scratch on their back and it hurts so much. When the guy's get to the enemy base they'd see a collapsed reader on the floor in the middle of hundreds of unconscious bodies (they don't really kill people so yeah)

WAASYDJHJKFDSH SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS, THERE'S LIKE 11 OF Y'ALL ASKING STUFF AND I'M RUNNING OFF OF DUMB BITCH JUICE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They begin to overthink as soon as they see you aren't there; Donnie hasn't made you a Protective shell yet, it was high on his list, but he wanted to make it a lot stronger than his as you have no battle experience

The other three brothers aren't as scared as Donnie is at first, as they didn't account for your soft shell

Similar to another post I made about you getting kidnapped, Donnie finds his tracking device and guns it back to the Turtle Tank with his brothers not far behind

Finding your Approximate location was easy, they ran into the building where the tracker said you were

There was six rival Clansmen guarding the front, but even 10 wouldn't be enough as they were Furious, it wasn't like them to kill their enemies quickly but out of sheer panic that's exactly what they did

They started searching the floors Until Raph shouted for them to come up to the 2nd floor

There was three rival clansmen all around you knocked out, you looked up at them with fear

There was a giant gash on your softshell, blood oozing out, you had several bruises on your knees, face, arms and hands

Donnie instantly got over to you yelling about how you could've been killed, as if you had a choice in the kidnapping

Leo picked you up and made a portal to the turtle tank "C'mon Hermanos, they've been through some shit today and those wounds are gonna get infected soon" he stated blankly, two of his three brothers grumbling.

Mikey on the other hand, Walked over to the Three knocked out Rival clansmen and pulled out a long, thick chain plus a padlock

Wrapping it around them and locking it tightly before examining the room

"You four go ahead, I'll have some fun with them~" he cheerfully said, but even a fool could hear the sadistic undertone.

Leo carried you off into the portal, Raph followed after, Donnie was about to cross the portal before Mikey called (more like yelled) out to him

"Oi, Smartass, I need your help so I don't burn my scales off" Donnie sighed before walking over to his brother

"Leo, Close the portal, We'll be out in a minute" Donnie blankly said, as Leo nodded and closed the portal

Raph was babying you to the best of his ability, Fawning and cooing over you being strong enough to knock them out, It felt dehumanizing but more so in a way of a parent condescendingly praising their child as if they would be in trouble if they weren't as lucky, but this side of Raph was basically non-existent up until now to you

Leo was irritated and mockingly said "Awhhh how sweeeeeet, I might just puke from how toothrottingly cute this is~~" which gained a glare from Raph "Fuck off Leo, We all know behind that front you're shitting bricks"

Leo scoffed before suddenly Donnie and Mikey opened the door to the Tank and climbed in "Done with your Freaks night out?" Leo grinned, earning a middle finger from Donnie

They started the Tank, seconds later, a giant explosion erupted from the Building you were rescued from.

"WHAT THE FUCK DONNIE? MIKEY?"

#save rottmnt #dark! rottmnt au #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donatello #mikey x reader #michelangelo #leo x reader #leonardo #raph x reader #raphael

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bcbii · 4 years ago

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Deception

(Leonardo x reader)

Warnings // angst, blood, character death mention.

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Ruins, all of it Within what felt like only days but had progressed in months. The previous lively city of New York had fallen into a downward spiral at the hands of Shredder himself. Streets flooded with the black clothed soldiers patrolling them, looking for any reason to leave civilians scared or slaughtered on the open streets as toxic fumes blackening the previously blue or star filled sky. New York was becoming a waste land and Shredders playground, so everyone was under the impression of at least. All everyone knew as a fact is that normal life had been gone for good. Along with the previous fearless blue clad leader, Leonardo. Once all hell began to break loose, the turtles had been the first to answer the call. The fight that called upon them was the hardest and came at the highest cost. The cost being their father Splinter’s life and to the brothers and your knowledge, their eldest brothers as well. Not all fights could be won, and they came to such a realization once they faced it themselves. All four entered confidently, planned and ready. After engaging, their hopes for victory began to diminish. They were out numbered and overwhelmed and were given no other choice but to retreat before they got themselves killed. when doing so they waited a bit of ways off for their fellow terrapin brother to follow up as he said he was going to do. Hours of waiting, hours of searching passed and he never did return to his brothers. You hid in the lair from all the chaos, directives from you former blue clad lover and he basically begged you to stay hidden and out of harms way before they left. You had sat anxiously and in fear for hours, watching the chaos unfold in Donnie’s lab, the multiple monitors displaying multiple news channels, each one going off air into static with each attack, you were horrified, wanting nothing more than this to simply be a nightmare. The nightmare got even worse when only the three turtles returned to the lair, beaten and bruised severely, blood of both themselves and their enemies covering multiple parts of their body. “W-what happened?! W-Wheres Leo?!” The question left the youngest of the four eyes welling up with tears that you’re sure he’s been holding back since this all had begun. Their heads hang low before Donnie’s raised, his expression unreadable, “we...we don’t know..”. You felt numb, scared, so many emotions at once and you could barely describe any of them or understand them. You were sure the turtles were just as distraught as you were. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!”

That had been months ago, after failed attempts of attack and searching to no avail, adapting had been the only viable option left for them and yourself. Numbness had become a familiar feeling amongst all of you as you all attempted to find some normality in the new world. Some of this normality consisted of scavenging for any food or materials that you could find. And tonight was a scavenging night since you guys have been running low on materials. Getting ready, you dressed yourself in all black, baggy black pants, a black t shirt and mask to cover most of your face as you pull on your black leather boots. Throwing a backpack over your shoulder, you headed out.

After you finished getting ready for the trip you went to the brothers, ask if they’d want you to look for anything in specific. Raph hadn’t really requested much of anything, Mikey just wanted decent food and Donnie just wanted computer or any electronical parts. “Be careful, you have your phone if anything happens. Call us”, The large red clad turtle said in a rough stern tone as you started to leave the sewers. “I will”, you reassured him as you left. Since Leo’s disappearance, Raphael had stepped up, doing his best to protect and help his brothers as much as possible. The large terrapin didn’t realize how much Leo was doing until he began to do it himself.

Climbing out of the manhole, you glanced around the alley way quietly, making sure the coast had been clear. Once confirmed, you headed to the abandoned apartments a few blocks down the way, a fellow scavenger hiding out there in which you’d trade with for some pretty good items that would cost quiet a lot from anyone else. The cold breeze of the night nipped at your skin as your cheeks and tip of your nose stung with the cold, but you’d shrug it off.

Climbing the fire escape, you found the shattered window you would use as the entrance all the time. As you climbed through you were careful with the shards of glass that littered the floor. It was dark in the abandoned apartment, the only light being the faint glow of the moon through any openings from the outside in. “Max”, you whisper yelled for the man as you began to step around the apartment, getting no response. The sound of heavy foot steps made you freeze in place, the floor boards creaking loudly under the persons weight. Before you could move on to the next empty room you were halted by a large form as you stumbled back and looked up, it was to dark and you quickly stumbled back, falling back on your behind as you proceeded to scoot back. The large figure before you followed, closing the distance you tried to make each time.

“Who are yo!-“, you were frozen, sharp sapphire hues that glowed in the moon light staring down at you. The faint light from the moon outline his familiar large frame, accentuating the curves and indents of his large muscular form along with the scars that littered his thick skin. A lump in your throat left you breathless as you stared in horror and felt a sick sense of relief for some odd reason.

“L-Leo....”, the name that slipped past your lips felt foreign, it didn’t match the terrapin standing in front of you. That name belong to a fearless leader, wise, strong and caring with a calm exterior. Who stood before you was a stranger, a worn black bandana in place of the old signature bright blue, tired and emotionless eyes with what seemed like an almost permanent scowl. Scarred fist gripping large sharp katanas, the metal being a special kind with a sleek black color. The foot clan insignia etched into the metal that was now dirtied with the blood of her scavenger friend.

Hearing his name slip past your lips now made him freeze, his grip tightening on the handle of his katanas. That voice was all to familiar, your gentle voice sounded scared and broken as you said it. Beneath the shell he created around who he used to be, it broke him to hear. He stared and hard, almost to see if it had been a hallucination. “......(y/n).....”, his voice was rough and deeper than usual since the lack of using it so much, only to bark orders and the puny foot soldiers he led. When your name fell from his lips emotions rushed through you as memories hit you like a freight train, it was Leo but not your Leo. Overwhelming tears began to fill your eyes as you forced yourself up and stared into his eyes. “Where have you been?!” You snapped, he stayed silent and stoic and you despised it.

Stepping back you took in fully who he had become now, pulling down your mask you pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek as a tear ran down, you stared at the branded insignia of the foot clan on the top left of his plastron. “You joined them didn’t you?.... you never disappeared or died...” you began as Leo’s lips parted to speak, “I can explain—“

“You just joined the foot and became a damn traitor!” You yelled as tears of disappointment, anger and sadness now spilled freely. The words hurt Leo to hear, especially coming from you, he cringed internally as he swallowed thickly and tried to step closer but you only backed up further. “(Y/n) please let me explain... I’m doing what needs to be done” he tried to explain. “Abandoning us? Joining the people who caused all of this?! THE ONES WHO KILLED SPLINTER! YOURE A TRAITOR LEONARDO!” You shouted ruthlessly as you stepped forward a bit and stood your ground. The now black clad turtle put himself in a position he knew would be unforgivable and he would never forgive himself either, but god how he wished he could grab you and let you know how sorry he was and how much he missed you and his brothers. Leo wanted to hold you, he wanted to break down too through all of this but he was the cold blooded assassin that led the foot clan, he couldn’t let himself break.

“I’m doing this for your guys saftey! It was either this or I lost you guys too!” Leo shouted back a bit, overwhelmed by his own feelings as well. The answer left you baffled as you stared at him in shock, “d-did you.... did you consider any of our feelings when you decided to leave us Leo?...when you left me?...”, you asked, searching for an answer as you stared into his dull eyes. You watched his gaze shift shamefully almost as if intimidated by yours. “Of course I did... and you know I did” Leo responded almost as if he seemed offended by the question, “it was the only way....”. Leo felt guilt wash over him as you scoffed and looked around in disbelief as if looking for someone to confirm it. Returning you attention back to him you were silent, somewhat silently remenising about who he used to be. You missed him, you missed the comfort, the smiles, the laughter and happiness your former lover brought you, his brave and protective ways, his arms around you and his lips on yours as comfort or in the most intimate moments. You missed Leo, but this wasn’t him.

Tears proceeded to roll down your cheeks, eyes becoming red “...how could you do this?...”, you said, voice quiet and shaky. Your tone left Leo wishing he could take you in his arms and hide you from all the bad that’s become of the world, that he helped cause which he hated himself for it.

“I’m sorry (y/n)...” Leo spoke, a bit choked up himself. You stepped back a bit as you shook your head quietly. “I-I have to go” you spoke quickly before rushing back to the window you entered through, “wait! (Y/n)-”. You didn't want to go, in fact you wanted to stay beside Leo and have him in your life again but right now, it was all too much, seeing him was only pain.

Leo stood now in eerie silence as he stared at the window you exited, silently hoping you would come back through, come back to him. He knew you wouldn't though and he had to accept that. It was the price he paid for his decision and his families safety, but had it really be worth it?

// kind of out of the blue and for fun, hope you enjoy :)

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt leonardo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #angst #leonardo x reader #tmnt bayverse x reader

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n30n-le0n · 1 year ago

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[They'd taken care of Summer for what felt like hours, bandaging her up and cleaning her wounds and trying their damn hardest to keep infection from setting in. Thank god, once they'd thoroughly cleaned the wounds and picked any debris out of them, it turned out that her injuries weren't quite as bad as they had first appeared. Once they'd stopped the bleeding, it was clear that Summer was out of the danger zone for the immediate time-being, but Leo had still been insistent on monitoring her, making absolutely certain that shock from her injuries hadn't covered up any more serious problems. And that wasn't even getting into the impressive scars that she'd get out of the entire ordeal. All because she had been trying to protect him. All because he hadn't been watching his surroundings carefully enough to notice that their enemy was using goddamn explosives.

This was all his fault.

Distracted as he was by his whirling thoughts and the exhaustion that was trying to sneak into his bones, Leo hadn't even noticed that Summer had woken up until her paw was touching his hand, causing him to let out a startled squeak as he flailed minutely. Once he realized that it was just his friend, his eyes welled up with tears before he could stop them, voice cracking.]

H-hey, Summer.

[He glanced her bandaged body over once more, a distressed chirp escaping his mouth as he averted his eyes.]

Why....why'd you have to be so stupid?

[Leo's words were sharp, but they were so clearly tinged with worry that it was clear he wasn't actually angry at Summer in that moment.]

We could have handled it! I...Donnie could've deployed some tech, or Mikey could have yanked it to the side, or Raph could've come in and...why'd you have to step right in front of it? You could have been killed! Do you think we don't need you around or something? You think that I....you're my friend, do you think I want you killing yourself just to protect me? You shouldn't even have been anywhere near the fight, you-

[A shaky inhale as he clenched his fists, visibly deflating.]

I should've....I should've made a plan. Instead I just stood there while you got hurt for me. I...what kind of leader am I, if I can't keep people from getting hurt? If I can't see that someone might get hurt? I wasn't thinking, I had you too close to the fight, I....

This is all my fault--

Pain.

It was the first thing Summer registered as the explosion sounded off behind her. The next thing was the feeling of singed fur and a then more pain, but sharper and it stung...badly. Probably an injury that would scar or bruise later she reflected idly.

Through the loud ringing in her ears she vaguely heard Leo shouting something, nothing more than a green and blue blur above her and she relaxed. Leo was safe, and that was all that mattered.

Her tail weakly thumped against the ground a few times as she lifted a shaky paw to place over his hand as almost a form of comfort; wanting to reassure him despite the state she was now in. @mutation-station

Shit, nonononono--SUMMER!

[They'd been fighting...well. He couldn't remember now, so all-encompassing was his panic as he practically flew to the mutated wolf's side. All he knew was that an explosive had been deployed, too quickly and too close for him to possibly deploy a get-away portal in time, and his friend had heroically, stupidly, jumped right in front of it for him to take the brunt of the explosion. No thought of Donnie deploying counter-measures, or Raph swooping in to save the day with his energy projections, no, he'd frozen up and then she'd had to--

She--

She was placing her paw over his hand, and Leo suddenly had to blink back the hot sting of tears from his vision. A vocalization that was somewhere between an agonized sob and a distressed chirp escaped his mouth in that moment as he used his free hand to cover it a second later, glancing away from her to take stock of the situation. Those wounds didn't...they didn't look good, that much was for certain. She was burned to hell and back, and there were various bits of shrapnel poking out of her that he was determined to not glance at for longer than he needed to, and Leo didn't even know if the fight was still on at this point, but they needed to--

God damn it, why had Summer chosen now to be self-sacrificing? It felt like...like it was all his fault, for being in the line of fire in the first place. It felt like someone was ripping his heart out and then stomping on it. His friend was lying at his feet, bloodied and singed and altogether looking like absolute shit, and he felt so incredibly helpless in that moment, eyes welling up with tears more and more as he tried to rein his fucking useless brain back in and formulate some kind of plan. He felt like the floor had suddenly been dropped out from under him. Like he was spinning around in an abyss, with no earthly way to tell which direction was up.

Was this how his brothers had felt, when he'd portaled himself into another dimension to try and keep an inter-dimensional enemy from wreaking havoc on their world? When he had left himself completely at the mercy of an enemy that had taken all four of them to even make a dent in? When they'd been faced with the knowledge that for once, Leo might not come back from one of his stupid stunts?

If this was even a fraction of how they'd felt when he got hurt, Leo was never going to pull another self-sacrificing move ever again.]

Shit shit shit. Summer, Summer, hey, keep looking at me, okay? You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be just fine. We're gonna get you to the med bay and patch you up and you'll be--

[A sound behind him made him whirl for a moment, a feral snarl peeling his lips back over his teeth as his hands automatically went to his swords--but it was just his brothers, just his family coming to see why the fight had abruptly stopped, and Leo couldn't even bring himself to feel embarrassed over how cracked and broken his voice came out in that moment as he finally brought himself to issue orders.]

She's hurt bad, guys. We need to get her to the med bay, like, yesterday. We're leaving those guys alone for now. No, Donnie, I actually could give less of a shit about where they got off to at this point. Let's focus on the friend who is literally bleeding out as we speak.

[His voice was sharp, but it was only to convey the urgency of the situation. He'd apologize for any ruffled feathers later. Right now, they needed to move. Moving his swords to slash open a portal to the sickbay almost without consciously thinking about it, Leo directed his gaze towards Donnie and Mikey first.]

Go ahead of us, get the sick bay ready. I labeled where everything is, you shouldn't--yeah, if you need anything, ask Dad. He's the one who taught--yeah, yeah, the usual stuff, just go!

Raph, you think you can carry her, I don't think I trust myself to...right. Check her over for injuries. Uh, she was still moving her limbs and such, far as I can see. That...probably rules out a spinal injury. And we don't have any medical things...with us, and a hospital won't take her, so we basically have to move her anyway. Right, okay. Summer? Summer, hey.

[He leaned down to grasp at one of her paws then, expression open and almost pleading with her.]

Stay with us, okay? Raph's gonna have to lift you. I'm gonna apologize in advance, it's probably gonna hurt like hell, but we need to get you to the sickbay. Okay, easy, easy. On three. One....three!

[Checking to make sure that Raph had hoisted Summer as gently and safely as possible, Leo ushered them through the portal, closing it behind them with an audible pop and a whiff of ozone before he ran ahead.]

Got the bed ready, you guys? Okay, yeah, set her down, we'll work from there--

#(OOC: sorry that this took like 84 years -.-)#rottmnt rp #leonardo hamato #roleplay blog #closed rp

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remmushound · 4 years ago

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Bay/rise 41!! @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon @digitl-art-monstr @yarchurr @sententiously-sarcastic @dakotafinely @sprinklestheditty

Rise April = April

Bay April = O’neil

Rise Casey = Cassandra

Bay Casey = Casey

This wasn’t how it was meant to go, but it was where they were. The only solace they held in their hearts was the fact that, wherever Shredder was, he couldn’t get to them. Not without someone to make a rift for him. So they were safe. For now. The first thing they did was call O’neil and Casey to tell them what happened, and the two had found their way to the lair within the hour to mourn with everyone else.

Together they sat in the living room in absolute silence, lotus-style on the floor as they all simmered in the broken fractures of their own minds. Leonardo was gently tending to the injured Splinter, dabbing the blood from his pelt after resetting the rat's leg and binding it with bandages he found in Donnie’s lab. He did his work in silence, though his eyes often searched between the rat he was tending and to his own father. He hated to think of when Splinter would awake, and he would have to tell the rat what happened to his sons.

Draxum was more than aware of what he was feeling. That hopeless feeling of survivor's guilt was a feeling he knew from his lambhood, though it had been a while since he had felt it this strongly. He knew it wasn’t his fault— nothing was ever his fault because he was flawless and faultless and that was what he kept telling himself to keep his sanity. He remembered being a lamb in Japan during the time of Shredder—barely off of his mother's milk and still completely reliant on her. There had been such harsh treatment of yokai following Shredder’s defeat that many of his kind was forced from their homeland, and those who refused to leave were killed or forced to hide away. His horns had just barely started to come in when he was captured by the humans hellbent on destroying his kind, and the way they had mutilated him and taken his horns… Draxum shook his head. It was of no matter. He had done his very best in getting as much of the Hamato Clan out of danger as he possibly could. He had more than fulfilled his duty, and he held no shame to admit that.

Casey and O’neil were sitting close together. The only one they truly knew in the group surrounding them was unconscious, and so even if they were in the mood to talk, they wouldn’t know where to start. O’neil, of course, knew the turtles far more than Casey did, but that didn't negate just how close Casey had gotten to the mutant family in the months he knew them. Whether it be butting heads with Raph or arguing with Leo or bothering Donnie or playing with Mikey, he got along well with them all. Even on a few occasions he had gotten wisdom from the old rat and taken every word to heart. O’neil wanted to cry, but her body wouldn’t let her. She wanted to scream and cry and yell at these new turtles for putting her turtles in harm's way, and she wanted to ask, no demand, they go rescue her friends! But she knew no good would ever come of it, and that she would practically be sending them to their deaths! But still, she was mad.

Donatello didn't know how to feel. His head was low and so was his heart; so low in fact it felt as if it was in his stomach. He barely registered it as hunger pangs, though some small part of his mind told him that no one would fault him if he just got up and got a snack from the kitchen to hold him over. He didn't move though. He dismissed the thought and slumped just slightly more, sniffling and wiping his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he was upset about losing Raphael or if he was just incredibly hungry from almost three days with no food. Probably both. He always cried when he was hungry. He didn't care anymore; it was a different kind of not caring than he was used to. This time, he truly didn't care about life or death. All he cared about was getting through the seconds and not being lost to the darkness that tried to steal him away.

April sat close to Donatello, almost on top of him as she rested her head on his shoulder. She showed no shame as she openly cried, Donatello occasionally offering her fresh tissues to wipe the tears that just seemed to keep flow and leave her cheeks ashen and hot. The mystic bat returned to her by Casey Jones suddenly seemed not so important, though she still kept it and the mystic orb on her lap. It wasn’t fair! Raphael shouldn’t have been taken like that and, though she knew it dumb, she couldn’t help but think she could’ve helped somehow if she had been there. If there had been more people fighting, more chances of escaping! Even if she wouldn’t have been able to save Raphael, she might have been able to spare one of the other four captured! Donatello’s arm wrapped around her and gave her a comforting squeeze, and that somehow helped.

Michelangelo was heartbroken, his crying softer than April’s but still loud enough to break the silence. He was tucked into the comfort of his shell with just his muzzle hanging out, tears pooling on the inside of his plastron and spilling out. What he wanted more than anything was a hug from Raphael, and that was one of the only things he couldn’t have. Yoshi was curled beside him, his tail wrapped around the box turtle’s carapace trying to comfort him as best he could while Michelangelo cried and cried. Splinter cried too, though his tears were silent. He had always told his sons that crying was not a sign of weakness, but now that he was there crying in front of them— in front of all but one— he couldn’t help but feel ashamed in his own, overwhelming grief. His Raphael, his boy! He could still see the anguish in his eldests face ever time he closed his eyes. His baby turtle… the same hatchling he had warmed through the winter and cooled in the summer. The hatchling he had fed and dressed and loved. Kissing his bruises when he fell down and hugging him when he was upset. Singing to him and loving him and teaching him and guiding him! Fourteen years, gone in a day when it should have been him…

Cassandra was tense. She had a tight hold on her naginata, her eyes darting between everyone else in the room. Enemies, all of them! The mutants, the humans, the yokai— any one of them could attack her at any moment and she would be outnumbered so she needed to be ready for anything! She was sure she could take them, but what she wasn’t quite sure of was why Draxum just sat where he sat, doing nothing and saying nothing. Why? She understood the need to get away from the monster her Master Shredder had become. The image of the green mutant being ripped apart was still so fresh on her mind that she couldn’t possibly forget it if she tried, but she and Draxum didn't need to be here! Not when every passing moment was a passing threat! They needed to—

Draxum pulled Cassandra closer to him, holding her at his side and giving a comforting shush. That was all it took for Cassandra’s mind to start to simmer, and her to realize just how tired she was. Maybe a quick nap couldn’t hurt, as long as Draxum was looking out for her.

Leonardo couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

#Post-battle thoughts #also some Draxum backstory

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years ago

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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.

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The Forgotten - Part Six Return of the Nerd

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SMUT FO SHO MY BITCHES, CAUSE THATS HOW I DO!

Despite her failing protests Michelangelo personally escorted Aurora from the compound. She really had no choice in the matter, if she tried to fight him, she would attract unwanted attention and she’d be found out. Thankfully, Mikey didn’t seem too keen on bringing her to Bishop, he actually looked a little nervous as his eyes moved about the hallway seeming to keep her from full view of all cameras. But she had gotten what she wanted, confirmation of Bishop’s base, the one they had been searching for, for years. This was a good thing; it was a win in her eyes.

He walked her through the main gate making sure to keep his massive frame in front of the cameras and guards to shield her presence. This was all so surreal; so much had changed in the last few months. They went from trying to end her life to being unable to control their hormones like horny teenagers but still wary of her motives. She’d take it.

As they came to the edge of the compound’s boundaries Mikey stopped turning to look at the kunoichi. His large mitt palmed the side of Aurora’s throat before running up to cup her cheek. His rough thumb drug over her bottom lip and he let out a soft sigh which by the sudden bunch of his shoulder muscles was unexpected. His eyes scanned over her face and a look of contentment flash over his baby blues but morphed to concern. “Leo said you told him there’s something inside of us, all of us. What is it?”

Taking a deep breath, she let it out ready to give him some answers his overactive brain was so desperately in need of, “It looks like a tiny metal octopus, like smaller than an eraser head. It constantly moves so it’s difficult to locate inside the body and why we weren’t able to figure out how he’s been controlling you all. We only found out recently and by pure accident. If only we had Donnie…..”

“Donnie?”

Closing her eyes momentarily Aurora let out a heavy sigh and she looked up into his baby blues, “He’s your brother. He went missing almost four years ago, a year before you, Leo and Raph were taken.” Another deep breath, but she decided to keep the new formation of Donnie trying to return from him. If he was lying, which he had always been a horrible liar but just in case he grew some new skills since he was reprogramed Aurora kept that little nugget of info close to her chest.

Mikey cocked his head rubbing the back of head, she could see him wince a little and his eyes fog over. “He’s a genius….purple.”

“Yeah, you’re right….Mike did that hurt you to think of that?”

“It felt like someone was trying to drill into the back of my skull. Fuckin burns man.”

Aurora moved quickly around to the back of the terrapin and pressed her palm to the back of his bald crown. There, she fucking felt it, the flutter of something under his flesh caught between his skull and his scalp. She reached for his hand and yanked it back to replace hers. “There! Do you feel it?!”

It took him a few seconds to feel the movement but when he did Mikey’s body jolted with surprise. “What the hell? Fuck!” His fingers cupped it trying to grab at it. “There is something in me! Cut it out! Jesus get it out!”

“I-I can’t Mike, that’s your skull, that’s a little more important than your shin or arm. It could get infected I don’t want to lose you to something as stupid as that. Besides its dark and I have nothing to grab it. My fingers would be covered in blood and that thing would slip free.”

“Fuck, it’s gone.” He began to touch his skin trying to find it again.

“The skull maybe blocks the transmission a little? I’ve seen your x-rays; you guys have thick skulls. Maybe the mutagen? I don’t know…..” Slowly she took his hand in hers pulling them to her cheeks, the gesture stopped his frenzy. “Why didn’t you turn me into Bishop? I was at your mercy and you didn’t give me over to him. You could have easily done so?”

“Your eyes.” He cupped her cheeks and locked eyes, “They’re the windows to the soul. The first time we ‘met’ I could see the sadness and the happiness all at the same time. You were legit happy to see us and then it morphed to sadness then terrified. If we had never met before, which we were meant to believe, I would have expected you to be terrified, which is what most people experience when they first see us. But you were happy, relieved even. Fuck, you even knew our god damn names. Like, I was shooketh! When we got back to base and I confronted Bishop. Bishop told me you were a kunoichi, you were a seductress using your womanly wiles to make us doubt the mission and must have gotten our names from a captured soldier. But your emotions were genuine, so I had trouble brushing it off. Then Raph had his little meet and great with you. You didn’t try to take him, just trying to talk. And then Leo, you could have easily killed him after you sent him to dream land…..awesome job by the way…..but you let him fucking go. What kind of enemy lets their enemies go? You didn’t hurt either of them. When I saw you in the hallway and the way you looked at me when I pulled you into that room, I could see happiness again. No one is happy to see us, not even Bishop. Right now, I can see love.”

Aurora could see tears begin to form at the corner of his eyes and her body responded following suit. “You were always so intuitive Mikey. I do, I love you, I love all of you. I miss you so much. I wish I could take you home with me.”

“I know, I know not until you get this slippery little fucker out of us. Plus, I need to stay here and make sure my bros are ok. He cut up Raph to punish Leo for not fulfilling the mission last night.”

“He did what?! That’s Raph’s blood on your hands?! …..Mission?”

“Calm down he’s fine, nothing life threatening. Leo was supposed to get loose and tell us where you were, but he never reported in. I guess Leo found something a little more entertaining.” He chuckled half heartily. “I don’t blame him…”

“Speaking of, how are you doing down there champ?”

“Blue balls for sure, but I’ll be fine nothing I can’t take care of in a little bit. If it wasn’t for all the security a few hundred feet away I’d have that pretty little pussy of yours stretched over this cock until you were hoarse from screaming my name.”

Heat flushed her checks and felt the warmth of new arousal bloom in her abdomen at the thought. “I’d let you too. But I need to get out of here before they get suspicious. I mean when you came down that hallway you looked determined. Where were you heading?”

Mikey’s eyes widened, “Fuck! I was going to get more bandages! I gotta go! I’ll see you soon Blondie!” and just like that he was gone, running towards the base at top speed. As he reached the main yard he began weaving around and jumping over bodies until he was a speck entering back into the compound.

It took Aurora less time to head back to her bike still being careful of motion detectors, she took to the streets and as she was a good distance away, she slowed her bike to a stop and pressed the com in her ear.

“White skull to base.”

It took a few minutes, but the familiar voice of Casey came over the com his mouth apparently filled with food. “This is Base, go ahead White Skull.”

“We have confirmation. Disneyland has been located.”

She didn’t go home right away, the talk of Donnie made Aurora take a detour to the lair. She informed Casey of her next stop and made her way below the streets. Everything was how she left it, dark and empty. Lights began to flicker on illuminating the large space; she moved to the kitchen pulling out a water and cracked it open downing the entire contents in one motion. She moved slowly eyeing the closed door to Donnie’s lab and decided that was where she wanted to be.

The door opened without a sound and she slipped inside keeping the arch in view. She willed it to come alive with power, to give her back Donnie. As she reached the piece of vexing machinery her fingers ran over the smooth edges finding them surprisingly warm. The lair was naturally cool due to the depth it laid so for the metal to be warm was odd. She moved to the controls and looked for any activity, lights coming alive under the key of the board, a flickering on the screen indicating any type of activity? Anything……anything of Donnie……

Minutes turned to hours, but she remained glued to her spot. Something in her gut told her to stay, not to leave the lair, not yet. Swiveling in his specially designed chair Aurora picked up a small device on Donatello’s desk and spun it around in her hands. It was glass, a cube to be exact, the reflective qualities were gorgeous, a prism effect. It was a light he had been working on, powered by the warmth from one’s hands. It only took a few moments for the cube to begin to flicker with the variety of colors of a rainbow. The longer she held it the brighter it got. When it reached the desired brightness, she placed it back on his work bench and stared into the shifting hues.

He had yet to perfect the device, it only held the charge for an hour or two, but he was certain he was about to have a breakthrough with the conversion of power. Something with the helix bonds or whatever. She knew he’d get it; she just didn’t think it would take this long.

She began to doze mesmerized by the lit cube. Her eyes half closed unfocused on anything she was suddenly aware the light was getting brighter? Did he fix something about it before he disappeared? Blinking her eyes rapidly she focused on the cube finding it like how it should be, dulling with time. Then what was that bright light?

The sounds of electricity crackling began to rise in volume in his lab along with the pulsing of light she had mistaken from the cube. The source now tore her gaze from Donnie’s work bench to the very much active arch. The light grew in intensity nearly blinding her as Aurora stood from her seat. She shielded her eyes with her arms and watched the arch snap and flicker with power.

A circle began to open within its circumference swirling between a greyish color and a bright blue. Then it started to fluctuate, and a figure began to form inside the growing vortex. The lines were fuzzy keeping the picture unclear, but her heart jumped and clenched with anxiousness at the forming figure. It had to be, it just had to be.

Without warning a burst of energy blew from the vortex sending Aurora back with its unexpected force. She toppled over his chair and into a stack of computer parts scattering them across the floor and Aurora on her ass. She quickly got to her feet and found the arc now stable giving her a perfect view of the genius. There was no flickering now, no waves of misaligns data, just a clear as day view of Donatello and it was glorious.

With unsure steps she made her way around the new mess on the lab floor but kept every sense, every ounce of her concentration on the tall missing terrapin staring back at her through the newly working portal.

She didn’t know when she had started crying but her cheeks were soaked and her voice unsure, but she called out, “D-Don?”

Donnie face broke out into an exuberant smile and he reached down for what looked like a bag and hoisted it over his broad shoulder. His left leg rose and slipped through the portal falling onto the cement floor of his lab and the rest of his body followed suit until he was living, breathing, real flesh and bone standing a few excruciating feet away from the trembling woman.

His tall frame was dressed in new clothes, his legs covered in properly fitted grey slacks with expensive looking custom black boots on his massive feet, old gadgets were gone replaced with smaller fancier items. His backpack was missing but his goggles remained but looked to have gotten a major upgrade. She could see his bo was still there also looking newer. Gone were his broken turtle glasses replaced with black rimed frames that better fit his face making the nerd look more sophisticated. Did he look bigger? The clothes were throwing her off. Where the fuck has he been? The words were on her lips, but she couldn’t move, all her screaming muscles cried out to touch him but she was paralyzed by shock. Four years, it had been, four years since she had seen him in the flesh.

The heavy leather duffle was set down and Donatello looked her up and down and he let out a long, very happy shuttering sigh. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

His voice finally broke her from her paralysis, and she stormed forward leaping into his arms praying she wasn’t hallucinating but the solid body that caught her was very much there and very much real. He was home.

Her hands ran over him just to make sure, up and down his arms, over his neck to the top of his muscled shoulders. Her fingers worked the first few buttons free and felt the familiar scars and gouges of his chest nearly sobbing at the realization of his return.

“You’re here, you’re really here!”

“I am, god, it took so long but I’m here.” His finger hooked under her chin so their eyes locked. Purple and brown both flooded with happy tears. “I’ve missed you.” His lips found hers, soft at first growing with enthusiasm as Aurora responded with vigor.

As their mouths engaged and reengaged in desperate collisions Aurora began to finish stripping the genius of his fancy shirt. Her fingers pulled the fabric from his shoulders, down his arms until he was free. To her delight she was right; Donatello had been working on his fitness while he had been stripped from his family. Donnie had been no weakling by any means, the purple banned terrapin could easily crush a skull with his bare hands but he had bulked up in his time away. Eager fingers ran along the ridges of the solid definition squeezing hard with appreciation.

Their mouths broke free pulling in gulps of air and Aurora’s moved to his chiseled jaw line nipping at the scales until he was panting.

“Don” she mewled between open mouth kisses down his long throat, “Donnie……D……Donatello.” The more she moaned his name the louder he crooned until he reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it free of her body in one fluid motion.

“Aurora.” He moaned cupping one breast with his free hand. Gently he squeezed and rolled the fabric over the mound finding the bud beneath peek quickly. His finger caught the bra and pulled it down releasing a breast to his gaze. With a heave Donnie lifted her higher so his mouth could cover the hot flesh sucking and nipping until her could feel the fabric of her pants dampen with her arousal against his plastron. “God, you smell divine. I want to taste you but I don’t think I can wait.”

There was so much to discuss, so much he didn’t know about. Donnie had no idea his brothers were no longer with the resistance and under Bishop’s control but he looked so happy in this moment and truth was so was Aurora. She would wait to break his heart, they would take this moment, they both needed it. It was a happy reunion and she was sure there would be more now with Donnie back. Gripping his cheeks she ground against him, “Then don’t.”

Donatello wasted no time and brought her over to his abandoned desk shoving everything from its surface. He dropped her down and yanked her boots and pants free of her body to begin fumbling with his belt. Aurora’s hands pushed them from the buckle and worked them free with trained ease. The button and zipper were next, teeth opening quickly but making sure not to harm the precious cargo beneath. When the massive erection sprung free of its confines Aurora’s hands were quick to gather the throbbing flesh in both palms.

The connection with hot flesh against her expert hands made Donnie groan in bliss. His hips shifted making his cock slide through her fingers and she gripped it firmly getting a shuttering sigh from the genius. Her finger found the dripping helm gathering the moister and ran the pad of her finger down the underside of his length staying with the pulsing vein. A hiss pulled through clenched teeth followed by a throaty call of her name. Aurora leaned back spreading her thighs giving him full view of her soaked folds.

His eyes blew wide at the sight and leaned forward grabbing her right thigh hoisting it up over his shoulder while pressing her back on the cold table. Reaching between them Donatello palmed his length running the spongy head through her folds drenching himself in her scent and essence. Donnie rumbled low closing his eyes to push the head of his cock just past her opening. He stilled at the tightness and the sound of Aurora’s hitch in breath. Rocking slightly he sheathed himself an inch before withdrawing nearly pulling free of her body.

“D-Donnie….please”

His eye opened looking down at his kunoichi, her face was beautifully flushed, chest heaving and her lips parted with rough breaths. Still only one breast freed from it fabric prison Donnie reached down to free the other. His large hands covered both mounds and the mutant eased more of himself into her, slowly, until every last inch of him was engulfed in the sweet wet heat of Aurora.

Both let out a shaky sign at their long past due union and Donnie leaned down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. He pushed forward again and the pressure of his girth and length made the woman beneath him mewl, arching and twisting to get him to move.

“Patience Rora, it’s been far too long since I’ve had you.” Slow and deliberate he began to withdrawal tilting himself so he would drag across the roof of her canal. “…far too long.” Reluctantly his hands left her reddened breasts and moved to her hips snapping his own forward with deliberate intention of making Aurora more vocal. He was rewarded pleasantly when her head snapped back at the sudden reentry and a whimpering moan of his name erupted from her throat. It encouraged the deprived terrapin further and Donnie repeated the process at an agonizingly slow pace until she was pleading with him to fuck her.

Aurora reached up to grab the rim of the genius’s plastron and she pulled him down, her mouth finding his hungrily. Lips parted, tongues wound together and the long lost familiar taste of the genius invaded Aurora’s senses like a barreling freight train. It came and she sobbed into his mouth but didn’t’ break the dance.

The pained sound didn’t startle Donnie but he did pull her closer removing all space that was between them. “I’m sorry.” He pleaded between each drive of his hips. “I’m so sorry.” With each breathless apology his rhythm picked up rutting into the kunoichi with fevered abandon.

His mouth disconnected with hers traveling down to her throat nipping and sucking making sure to leave marks. It had been years since he had seen his own brand on her skin and he was determined to leave enough so each time she looked in the mirror these next few days he would be the only thing on her mind.

Aurora rocked into each plunge of his length whimpering with each strike into her depths. This was so much different than the other day. When she had Leo it was him physically but Leo wasn’t there mentally; he was in his head locked away but not present in the act, maybe to some extent but she couldn’t be sure just yet.

Donatello was here, all of him; mind body and soul and it made the reunion much more intense. As he drove her to the precipice her hands groped at the dense muscles of his arms dragging him back into her. She was desperate for every inch of him, every drop she was prepared to receive.

She could feel it, the beginnings of her peek. It started slow like an over flowing sink, the tingling sensation of her climax rolled in her cunt moving to the stretched lips of her labia swallowing his pumping cock.

Donnie growled feeling her walls started flutter around him, “Are you going to cum for me? I’ve been dre-ahh-aming of his moment for almost five years now. How many times I’ve imagined you under me to give myself a little piece.” His hips picked up in speed to help her along chasing his own in the process. “Cum.” He demanded. “Cum for Donnie.”

With his command it rolled up her belly and spread like wild fire as Aurora toppled over her peek. Her climax overtook her body tensing, arching into him and she screamed. Open mouthed echoing into the once vacant room she came undone around him.

“F-f-uck, so tight…..I’m gonna…….” One, two, three more pistons of his hips and Donatello drove forward one last time anchoring himself as far as her body would allow. His beak nudged Aurora’s head to the side to expose her throat and his teeth latched onto the slender column to hold his lover steady as he gave her his release. His cock pulsated painfully and finally erupted with rich ropes of his ejaculate flooding her insides. With each ebbing flow of his climax Donnie rocked into her body with small shallow movements until every drop of his seed was deposited into her womb.

It took a few minutes for both to calm down, clinging to each other unwilling to disconnect just yet. He was still seated within her as her fingers ran along the top of his shell in slow soothing motions. She didn’t want to move, she just wanted to enjoy being close to Donnie, he was back, real. His smell was soothing, and his slowing heart beat that thudded against his plastron would easily lull her to sleep. But now it was time for questions, time for answers and he needed to know about his brothers.

Aurora’s fingers moved to his skull and moved along the back to run down the base of his spin that transitioned into his carapace. He shuttered at the sensation and finally leaned up to look her in the eyes.

“Hi.” He whispered ghosting his lips over hers.

“Hey yourself, nerd.”

His brown eyes moved over Aurora’s flushed features taking her in, really looking her over for the first time in four years. He could she was happy, and sated for that matter but there as something else in those violet eyes. Then it hit him, they usually moved in pairs, one of his brothers should have been in her company. “Why are you here alone? Are they at the base?”

She knew who Don was referring too and shifted under him. “Don…there is something I need to tell you.”

Donnie’s lazy smile lowered his afterglow forgotten. Slowly he pulled from Aurora’s depths and helped her from the table. His lips pressed in a thin line. “No, please don’t tell me……..they’re…….”

Aurora quickly grabbed for his face not wanting him to finish the sentence. “No! No, they’re not.” She watched his tense body relax at the knowledge his brothers were not dead. “But…they fell under Bishop’s control. Over three years ago Bishop set up an elaborate plan to capture them, you as well if you were with us. He tricked us with false information from a faulty lead and trapped them in an electrified cage. We weren’t able to get to them in time before he stole them away. We barely made it out with our lives as it was. It broke me, broke us, I don’t think the resistance ever fully recovered from the loss of you all. Casey and I ran into them a few months ago for the first time since losing them after trying to confiscate a tech truck that they were overseeing. Leo…Leo nearly killed me. They didn’t know who I was.” Her finger ran over the scar on her abdomen. “But that meeting triggered something in them. All three of them were then drawn to me; I’ve had rather intense interactions with each of them since then.”

She watched the emotions run across his face; confusion, anger, sadness and finally acceptance. “We’ll get them back. I promise I’ll work day and night to continue my work on how he’s controlling them. We’ll find them, bring them home, I didn’t work my ass off for four years and across several dimensions to not see my brothers again.”

“That’s the other thing Don, we found it.”

“Found it?” He parroted tilting his head in confusion.

“What Bishop puts in his victims to control them. It’s back at the base at R & D for analysis. It looks like a tiny octopus. We just need to figure out the ‘how’ now, and cut the communication and…. fuck…. we found Bishop’s allusive base tonight too.”

Donnie cupped her checks and pressed another life stealing kiss to her mouth. With a pop he pulled away with a toothy grin. “You have been rather successful without us.”

Eyes closed she savored his taste licking her lips, he still drank coffee. They had that where he was? “It took us a bit but you came back just in time to give us a win.” Then her violet eyes snapped open and her palm pressed against his chest applying pressure until the mutant fell into his computer chair with a grunt. She then climbed back on top the genius’s lap and gripped the sides of his plastron looking him square in the eyes. “Now genius…..spill it, where the FUCK have you been?”

His hands went back to her hips and let out a sigh, “That night when I disappeared I had an epiphany; I came down here with an idea that this thing could help us.” His long arm gestured to his most recent ride home and returned to her lower back to rub the pads of his fingers along her still exposed flesh. “I was working to use it to access different dimensions….eventually: the nexus, new worlds but what if I used it for a simpler purpose? Move our soldiers from base to a target location to utilize the element of surprise? It would lower the chances of casualties by 30%. I was just going do a test honestly but I must have hit the wrong the button and found myself sucked into the arch and in a new world a very strange new world.”

“How strange?”

“Like another version of my brothers and I strange.”

Aurora’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. “More mutant turtles? Like you? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Yes I know, it was rather a large shock for me let me tell you. I dropped right into their lair right on top of another Michelangelo. They looked a little different than us, shorter, no clothes besides leather obi’s, knee and elbow pads. Younger versions with their Master splinter still alive, same dynamic though, with Leonardo still as leader. Their Donnie was brilliant; making miraculous things with trash, a very resourceful terrapin in deed. He had made a battle shell, a shell sub and a sewer slider, plus others. Anyways, naturally they were rather distressed seeing my tall ass drop in on them in their home unannounced. After a few hours of telling them my story, and talking about my own brothers and their similarities, Donnie and his brothers agreed to help me get home. As you can see it took longer than we thought it would, finding the right components and a power source had proved more challenging than anticipated. Then finding the right coordinates proved another hurdle to overcome. I got here on accident so it was trial and error until I saw you the other day through the portal. It was the most glorious sight I had ever seen but the power course failed under the strain, which is why I couldn’t come through. We needed to reinforce it to support the transdimensional pull from the other dimensions trying to break through. After we fixed that problem and your face appeared clear as day on the other side I knew we had gotten it right.”

She looked at him absentmindedly running her palms over his exposed biceps, another dimension with more mutant turtle brothers? How many more she wondered quickly before shaking herself from the thought. “Did they have their own Bishop?”

“Yes, actually they do, and strangely enough as Donnie and I were working one night he confessed his own trip to another dimension or terrible future, he wasn’t sure. It was around our timeline and age; I guess their Donnie had disappeared without a trace as well. Mikey had lost an arm, Raph his eye and Leo his entire eye sight. Casey had passed and the villain was shredder. He had enslaved the entire world killing master Splinter in the process which threw a massive wedge between Leo and Raphael, a very violent wedge that kept them apart for years.”

“Fuck….I…”

“There’s more…… they managed to defeat Shredder with Donnie’s help but Leo, Raph and Mikey perished in the fight. It happened years ago and it still gives him nightmares. It would me too, watching my brothers die right in front of me. I don’t think I’d ever recover.” Wiping away a stray tear Donatello gripped her body tighter remembering she had to witness them all ripped from her. “All these years you had no idea what happened to me and then you lose the rest of them. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t get back sooner. I promise we’ll get them back.”

She could see the anxiety rise in the genius as he began to process everything. How similar the scenarios were for both worlds and after everything he was still without most of his family. “Deep breaths Donnie, I need you level headed when we head back to base. I know we’ll get them back now that you’re back home. There’s a lot of work to be done and April and Casey are gonna be over the moon to see you. I’m so happy to see you.”

She was about to remover herself from his lap when she felt the head of his cock nudge against her entrance and soon found herself stuffed full of her genius once again. Donnie took Aurora two more times before he relinquished his hold on her and allowed her to dress.

Pulling her back into his embrace after watching Aurora tie her katana back to her hip Don pressed a few open mouthed kisses to her throat. “I’m sorry, I have four years of pent up need for you to work through. You’re not going to walk right for a week after I’ve had my fill.”

His voice dropped at the delicious threat making her shiver at his continued advances and lean into his plastron. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

The run back to base was pleasant with Donatello right by her side. His long legs made him naturally faster which pushed her harder to keep up with the lanky turtle but the occasionally view of his perfectly round cheeks wasn’t a bad thing either. She couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into them later tonight.

“White skull to base.” Aurora called into her com as they moved to the final block of their trek home.

“This is base, please go ahead White Skull.”

“Will you tell The Curator and Meathead that I’m bring home a present.”

“Will do, ETA?”

“Five minutes.”

“See you then.”

Donnie slowed down looking at his kunoichi. “You’re not gonna tell them I’m coming?”

“I wanna see their faces when they lay eyes on you. I wanna keep that memory forever and put it with the same one we’ll get when your brothers return home.”

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danieyells · 4 years ago

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Messy mutterings about Chapter 55 spoilers with a small angst warning, copypasted from discord with little cleaning and edits lol

I'm imagining Raphael sent Luke away so he wouldn't interfere with him killing/fighting Michael and Simeon went along with the idea and is in the human world too so Luke's not, y'know, on his own in a strange new world and to reduce Luke's suspicion and all. But as Michael and Raphael are fighting or whatever Luke somehow learns what's going on/realizes why things are off and rushes home to try and stop it.

He tries to get between Raphael and Michael(perhaps his back, Raph perhaps striking while Michael is lost in thought missing the brothers, spaced out, staring at the wall where their portraits were) and is struck violently by Raphael's spear instead. Simeon, ofc, followed him home to try and protect him but is too late because of Luke's own determination to protect Michael bonus if he grows a little in this scene--just magically, because his current smol form is too weak to help surely but if he were a little bigger, a little stronger, maybe he could make it in time--!! and Luke is impaled.

He doesn't die but none of the three wanted Luke hurt in this confrontation--Michael is angry at Raph for attacking/being violent in the first place, Raph is mad at Simeon for failing to restrain Luke, and Simeon is like is now really the time for this because hello Luke is hurt.

Angels are made of strong stuff, he's not gonna die but he'll be in a bad spot if they don't get him to an angel who specializes in healing. I've elected this to be Uriel for now although I've been told that Raphael is generally percieved as the angel of healing--but with OM canon his reputation sonfar is so hostile I'm gonna say that may not be the case. Michael (or Raph) can stave things off for a bit but he's not healing specialized either--they're all Archangels and Seraphs but their fields are elsewhere, mostly combat.

(Luke tries to assure that he's fine and attempts to remove the spear. They don't allow this because the spear is, of course, keeping most of his blood in at the moment.)

They can't fly him to someone because it'd be bumpier so they have to carry him or call/run/send for help--so other angels do learn what's going on and speculation begins. Luke is hospitalized and Raph and Michael and Simeon stay with him while he sleeps, kinda tensely, not really ready to talk out whatever happened. But before he passed out Luke tried to tell Raphael not to fight/kill Michael, to talk to him instead. He wanted to tell him to talk to the demons/humans too, they're not as bad as they think(he and Raph are very likeminded so he thinks 'maybe Raphael will listen to me since I'm starting to see that I was a little wrong maybe') but he couldn't get it out.

Simeon messages the demons, Solomon, and MC and says he won't be returning to the human world/devildom for a bit because Luke was hurt in the CR. Mammon, having had recently gotten attached to Luke, is stunned and angry and anxious and wants to know what happened. Simeon isn't ready to tell them yet, and Mammon demands Barb make a portal to the CR for him to check on Luke--surely Barb is also worried because he cares for Luke too!

Diavolo says they're not allowed to go and Barb agrees(he felt as much before Diavolo said anything too.) Simeon agrees because there's some unrest now and speculation and with an exchange student angel having had been injured by a notoriously demon-skeptical Archangel some angels are worried the demons may be involved in this somehow and if demons suddenly showed up it'd make things worse. Mammon curses his helplessness because his new little brother minion is hurt and he can't even check on him. Simeon feels helpless too--he's an archangel, a Seraph, but he can't help Luke either.

I imagine MC then offers to visit instead--they may be a powerful sorcerer now but they're still just a sheep human with an inhuman aura right? They wouldn't be as concerning for the general populace. After some consideration the demons and Solomon agree this would be okay, as does Michael and Simeon [and Raph maybe] but they say to wait a few hours/a day or two before doing so, just to allow some cooldown/recovery in the CR.

(In the meantime Mammon reviews one of Luke's recent text chains to him where he's baking something. He tries to copy all the steps and instructions and clumsily makes some cupcakes. They're ugly and Mammon isn't known for his stellar cooking, but they kinda relieve him a bit and Beel says they taste alright, so Mammon asks MC to bring them to the CR for Luke for him--there's enough for Michael too since he's probably going through a hard time. It's not like he cares or anything!! He's just building up credit! They'll owe him with interest when this is all said and done!!!)

Idk what'd happen afterwards--it's probably the first time MC meets Raph so it's not under the best circumstances and he definitely wouldn't trust sweets from a demon. And even if he was gonna fight/kill Michael he doesn't trust that Mammon would give him anything safe and instinctively would tell Michael not to touch them, let alone Luke if he's awake to do so. So it's not like he hates Michael, he just. Things need to change and he tried to incite it the only way he knows how--or, rather, the most effective way, given how quickly things changed after the Rebellion. A spear to the throat makes anyone listen. A rebellion is what made Michael change, so maybe it will help him go back to normal too.

(Maybe Luke is awake enough to hear them talking about these things and weakly asks if Raph is going to be exciled over this--the first thing he says since passing out. They're surprised because. He got injured trying to protect Michael but he's still trying to protect Raphael, Michael's assailant? But Luke understands how Raphael feels because he feels the exact same way--or he used to. He didn't trust demons or humans or sorcerers or the exchange program, he didn't think they should get along at all. And he saw how sad Michael was without the brothers and hated them for that too--and Raph feels the same way, right?

Angels are all family. Raphael, Michael, Luke, Simeon, even when they disagree, when their views don't align due to time and perspectives and experiences and ages and positions, they're all brothers. And Lucifer and them were their family too. Even if they disliked them or how they behaved, even if they resent their rebellion and its effects they were still family and they loved and cared about them.

And Raphael doesn't want to see Michael hurting anymore either--certainly not over people who don't care anymore, certainly not over people who turned on them and Father, who must hate them as well. . .but he's been with the brothers for over a year now. Maybe two or three at this point. And he may have only learned it recently but. . .they haven't forgotten. They probably don't hate them. And the demons, the humans, even those unfaithful and the practitioners of dark magic, the fallen, they're not as bad as they thought. They're not necessarily their enemies. Raphael doesn't know it like Luke does because he's never left the CR aside for war and maybe visiting the human world briefly too, right? But if he'd consider things differently, if he's allowed a chance to learn, Luke himself promises Michael, promises Father who's surely watching as he always is, that he'll understand. Raph made a rash decision albeit after many many years of consideration-- but it was out of ignorance, so please forgive him and give him another chance and don't excile him? On top of that he needs a chance to learn and do better--imagine how he'd feel, being turned into something he hates or fears? It will help him learn, sure, but it also may only make him feel worse or make him do something more rash or result in another Fall if he has supporters.

Raphael doesn't hate Michael--he just wants things to be different. Perhaps to go back to normal. And he doesn't want Michael to mope over the loss of the seven brothers and Lilith anymore either.

And maybe in this time, since they'd have to decide what to do about Raph, Michael requested Diavolo come over too--y'know, in case Raph is exciled, they'd want Diavolo's approval and reassurance to keep an eye on him too. So maybe he or Barb, as they arrive in the room, would approve of Luke's appeal--ask what Michael and Simeon And Raph and MC think. They could always bring him in as an exchange student too! 😘 That worked for Luke!

Ultimately Raph probably wouldn't be exciled/become a Fallen but be given another chance. Maybe he's stripped of his title temporarily, until he's sufficiently deemed to learn about demons, angels, their history together, culture, whether or not they can get along, etc--so he's bitter, but thankful. And Michael understands that perhaps he's been allowing how much he misses the brothers and Lilith to cloud him and maybe it's time to move on and make changes to the Celestial Realm again after all this time. Bonus points if the bros came along and he was too distracted to sense them--someone's like "oh you're moving on? So we came here for no reason after all?" and ofc he's happy to see them again and gets to hang out with them again for a while before getting to say a goodbye with more closure. And he hangs off of Lucifer's neck the whole time they're there lol he and Dia bond over being Lucifer fanboys too.

Luke's okay in the end--a little worse for wear because being stabbed by Raphael is Not A Small Ordeal but he's okay and he shows a little more maturity. But he's also still same old Luke who will happily point out how awful demons are and use it as an excuse for distrust/fear--but he's more mindful of it now because he feels like he needs to set a good example for Raph lmao.)

#obey me!#obey me! spoilers #obey me! headcanons #obey me! luke #obey me! raphael #danie yells at obey me! headcanons #danie yells at obey me!#danie yells writing #i meant to take a nap like an hour and a half ago but my brain went 'WRITE THIS OUT FIRST' and it got so long i haven't slept yet lol #so now it's naptime #long post

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davids-cartoon-corkboard · 5 years ago

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“Such blind rage... and going after his own?”

“I thought Shredder was an evil samurai dude, not some raging animal!”

Not to alarm y’all, but...

We didn’t really NEED any more evidence that Raph was gonna get possessed, but a little extra foreshadowing is always nice. :,)

In “Shadow of Evil”, Splinter said the armor “swallowed the soul” of its wearer. I think the Shredder was feral because he didn’t actually take Draxum’s soul, only his life force. (Perhaps Draxum keeps his soul elsewhere?) So the true Shredder will return when he eats the soul of his host.

The Foot Clan would naturally target one of their enemies for this. Surely those soft-hearted heroes couldn’t bear to kill one of their own! And since the armor wouldn’t be damaged this time around, Raph would have no time to try and remove it before the Shredder awoke and went after his soul. And also maybe puppeteer Raph into yeeting Leo through April’s apartment window and putting him in a coma. :)

Getting your soul eaten by a demon that’s forcing you to hurt your loved ones isn’t something most people can psychologically handle. And when Raph is in a situation he can’t psychologically handle...

Savage Raph steps in. This “second wind” of resistance should be enough to force the Shredder out of their headspace.

And then he can rip the armor to pieces as the Foot Clan looks on in horror. >:)

Anyway I really want Raph and Savage Raph to start... talking? Communicating? “Man vs. Sewer” told us that Raph knows he “gets weird” sometimes, but that’s a little different from realizing you've got DID.

That level of introspection might be difficult though, since Raph will be otherwise occupied trying to keep the team functioning, what with his second-in-command laying still and quiet in a half-filled bathtub for a couple of weeks.

#rottmnt #rottmnt theory #shredder!raph #rottmnt raph #savage raph #i love how mikey just nyooms away in the third image #just you wait nerds im going tobe on the creative team for tmtn cartoon number six or whatever #spoiler alert it's gonona be HELLA gay #listen i love leo he's just gotta be near death for a lil bit okay #the 'raph is a system' theory

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misswildfire · 5 years ago

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Imagine if you got injured defending your crush

This one stemmed from the idea of Reader is hanging out with their turtle crush and gets injured trying to defend them. What will be the boys reactions? Lemme know what you think!

You couldn’t help the big smile that had been on your face for the last 10 minutes. Your favourite turtle had dropped by your apartment after patrol, wanting to hang out. While you loved hanging out with all the boys, it wasn’t often you got to hang out with your crush one on one. Since the weather was nice for once, you decided to hang out on your roof. Despite their protests of it being late, you didn’t mind, you were a night owl anyway, and what’s a little lost sleep if it meant you got uninterrupted time with your crush? It was one you were never likely to act upon, valuing their friendship too much to risk making things awkward if they didn’t return your affections in the same way. So you kept it to yourself, looking forward to those brief moments you could spend time with them. It didn’t matter, tonight was perfect anyway.

You shouldn’t have tempted fate. Or the universe. Or was it luck? You thought to yourself as you watched your favourite turtle take a defensive position in front of you. Several purple dragons had dropped down onto your roof weapons out. Apparently it had been too much to ask to have some alone time with your favourite guy.

You watched as he moved with ease and grace, quickly dealing with any Purple Dragon who was stupid enough to get too close. His attention was split between the enemy and defending you, so he didn’t notice a Purple Dragon sliding onto the roof, having climbed up the side of the building and approaching from the turtles blind spot behind him. The blood in your veins turning ice cold, you realize what would happen if you didn’t do anything. Not wanting to shout and risk distracting him and giving the Purple Dragons an opening to do further damage or injury, you did the only thing that made sense at the time. You charged the offending Purple Dragon hoping to distract him enough or shove him off the roof or something. You weren’t really sure what your plan was, all you knew is that the idea of your turtle getting hurt because of you was not acceptable in your books.

Your plan, or lack there of, quickly backfired on you when the Purple Dragon, having some martial arts training where you had none, repelled your advanced, shoving you to the ground harshly. Your lack of training really became evident when you landed badly on your wrist, not being able to stop the scream of pain that ripped free.

Leo

A quick glance your way showed him that you weren’t bleeding, and didn’t need immediate attention. His grip on his katanas tightening, his awareness focused down to his enemies, taking them out swiftly with ice cold efficiency. He always practiced the belief of trying to use non lethal means, to check his strength as to not cause injuries more than strictly necessary. All that went out the window though the moment they laid hands on you.

A small part of him felt exhilarated at not having to hold back his strength with the humans and he relished it for a brief moment as he took the rest of the Purple Dragons out. When the last one fell to the ground, the light fading from his eyes, Leo sheathed his swords, quickly making his way over to you. Not wanting to remain in case more enemies came, he scooped you up and quickly moved out of the area. He wouldn’t risk you getting hurt again. Once he felt that you were both a safe enough distance away, he put you down on your feet and began examining your arm. It wasn’t until he heard you call his name softly that he realized he had been silent the entire time. He only had one question on his mind. “Why?”

“Because I couldn’t stand the idea of you getting hurt, especially because of me,” you reply softly. The blue banded turtle shakes his head. His scales and shell provided him with protection that you did not have, and he has years of training to know how to handle situations like this. You however, had been reckless and had been hurt because of it. “It looks like neither of us like seeing the other hurt.” His heart soared at the idea, did she return his affections with the same fervour? There was only one way to find out. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours, smiling when you shyly returned his kiss. Perhaps he should be thanking the Purple Dragons for tonight. They had given him a quite wonderful gift.

Raph

Looking back on it later, Raph supposes he’s never felt as much anger as he did in that moment. It exploded out of him, forcing him into a punishing pace. Forget checking his strength, he was trying to hit them with as much force as he could. How dare they hurt you. They would pay for their sins. If the Purple Dragons had any sort of medical coverage, it would quickly be maxed out by the end of the night with all the injuries he was leaving...if they were even alive. He wasn’t checking and nor did he care at this point, his anger forcing his attention to one thing: eradicate the enemy.

His breath coming in harsh pants, he stood there for a moment surveying the area as the last visible Purple Dragon dropped at his feet. Making sure there were no others, he turned, sheathing his weapons in his belt. Dropping down beside you, he quickly gathered you in his arms, mindful of the arm you had fallen on. “Are you alright?” his eyes quickly roam your body, needing to make sure you hadn’t been injured anywhere else.

“I’m fine,” you reply, trying to smile through the pain. You didn’t think anything was broken, to which Don would later confirm. He nods before standing up and making a hasty retreat. He didn’t want to take any chances that more Purple Dragons would show up. He kept moving until they were in the sewers, away from prying eyes before he allowed you to stand on your own. He stayed close, his hand hovering nearby, his desire to make sure that you were okay strongly warring with his fear of ever accidentally hurting you with his strength. You were so small and fragile compared to him.

“What were you thinking out there?” He demanded, anger and fear bleeding into his words, giving them a bite he didn’t really mean. You had been reckless and had been lucky you hadn’t been hurt worse. “You could have been killed! What would I have done then?”

You try not to let the anger in his voice affect you, you know he’s acting this way because he’s scared and angry. At the same time, you aren’t going to back down either. You had made the right choice and would do it again in a heart beat. “And what do you think I’d do if you were killed or hurt, huh? Did you think of that?”

It was as time stood still, both of you silently looking at the other, the only noise that could be heard was both of your breaths, ragged and harsh. The moment shattered as Raph roughly pulled you do him, his lips crashing down on yours, claiming your lips in brutal kiss. Maybe this injury had been more worth it than you had originally thought. Winding your arms around his neck, you try and pull yourself closer, never wanting his lips to leave yours.

Don

His mind has always been a chaotic place, many different thoughts going at the same time, working on a project, or developing a new theory. Rarely is it ever silent or focused on one thing. Seeing you injured brings his mind to a screeching halt, all of his mental processes focused now on one thing: Take out the enemy as quickly as possible so he could get to you and make sure you were safe. With the last Purple Dragon hitting the ground in front of him, it takes a moment for his brain to remember that you were injured. Once it does, he switches immediately into Doctor mode, running to your side. Deeming you safe to move, he picks you up and starts to bring you back to the lair so he can examine you more thoroughly in his lab.

“Don, Donnie, I’m fine!” you protest squeaking as he picked you up bridal style.

“How could you be so foolish?” he admonishes gently, careful to keep any anger out of his tone. “I have training and armor and my scales make my skin tougher, so I don’t get injured as easily.” You smile up at him as he continues to walk, knowing that he was going to start rambling soon unless you did something to stop him. Wrapping one arm around his neck, you pulled yourself up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The blush on his cheeks when you pulled back was well worth all of the pain that you had experienced tonight.

Mikey

The moment he heard you scream in pain, his playful banter that he loved to use to distract his enemies stopped. His brothers may accuse him of being a goofball, of not having the greatest focus (okay, so meditation and him didn’t get along to well, it was just so boring, okay?) but what most people failed to realize is when Michelangelo wanted something, like truly wanted something, he could pursue it with enough focus and dedication that rivaled Leo’s. He wasted no time when the last Purple Dragon fell to race to your side, his nunchuks clattering to the floor as he dropped to his knees beside you.

“Are you okay?” tumbling from his lips, his hands hovering just over your body, wanting to check to see if you were okay, but scared to touch you and hurt you further. You could see the panic setting into his eyes, fear that there was some injury he couldn’t see. You squeak in surprise as he scoops you up and begins running back to the lair, only to have to turn around after only a few steps after realizing he had left his weapons (don’t tell Leo or he’ll be stuck doing kata’s in the dojo for the next century). His brain scattered, his only thoughts of getting you to Don to make sure that you were okay, your pleas and reassurances that you were fine falling on deaf ears. Rolling your eyes, you could see that you were going to take drastic action. Pulling yourself up by winding your arms around his neck, you kiss him on the lips, nipping at the bottom lip before pulling back. Your unexpected action caused him to stumble before quickly regaining his balance and stride.

“Now that I have your attention, I am fine okay? It’s just a sprain, it’s really not that bad,” you tell him firmly, trying to ease the fear you could see in his eyes. His pace slowed, coming to a halt. He put you down gentle, and went to back away, but you wouldn’t let him. Wrapping your arms around his neck once more, you pull him down for a hug, trying to reassure with actions and touch since words weren’t working. “I am fine I promise, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll go see Dr. Don when we get back to the lair, okay?” You feel him nod from where he had buried his face in your neck after returning your embrace. It would probably take time for Mikey to be okay after this, knowing that a human is fragile in comparison to himself and his brothers was very different from having that reality shoved in your face, but you were determined to be with him every step of the way.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt imagines #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2003

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nights-legacy · 5 years ago

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Not Living It Down-Raph

Raph (2014/16)

Requested by @sugarspooks15

Note: the character Raziel belongs to @sugarspooks15 they gave me permission to use her in their request for this imagine.

+ Being as unknown to the world as the rest of the guys, Raziel spends her days in the shadows. Maybe not in the underground with the guys but amongst the shadows all over. Being an archangel, Raziel is powerful in and of herself. She come to Raph’s recue one night and decides to tease him a bit afterwards. He gets annoyed when she doesn’t let him live it down.

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Raziel’s POV

The night was like any other night. The streets fill with people, cars running loudly in the streets, and criminals running rampant. I was lazily laying on the edge of a rooftop, letting a bit of fire dance across my fingertips. After a bit, I got bored with that and let the fire die as I closed my eyes. A short time went by before I felt a familiar presence in the vicinity. I sat up and looked around.

“Wonder what Raph is up too.” I said out loud. I stood to my feet and unfolded my black and red wings. Once stretched and ready I took off into the air. I flew across the rooftops until I finally saw the 6’ turtle. I stopped and hovered. He was in a fighting stance but I didn’t see any attackers. At least not at first.

“Come out you metal coward.” I heard him yell. I glimmer of movement caught my attention. I looked in that direction to see the outline of a robotic frame. I concentrated on the figure and it cleared to be a smaller version of the Kraang bot. Before I could say or do anything, the figure attacked.

“Raph!” I yelled but it was evident that neither of them heard me. I shook my head as Raph was trying to fight off an enemy he couldn’t see. “That’s enough.” I said as Raph was hit hard from behind. I landed on a terrace above them as Raph tried to recenter himself and get up. “It’s time that you played fair.” I called out and the robot looked at me.

“Raziel?” Raph looked up at me. I glanced at him before focusing on the robot. I pulled out my Riddick dagger saber claws before smirking.

“Prepare to be eliminated.” The robot spoke. I saw Raph look around trying to find the invader.

“Not on my watch, junkyard.” I said before jumping down from my perch in a flip and landing on the other side of the bot. I readied myself as he moved forward to attack.

“Where is it Raziel?” Raph yelled as the bot made a swing at me. I decided to have a little fun before taking it out. I avoided all of its attacks, dancing around and making it angrier. I decided I had had enough before knocking away a next and slicing his arm off. It staggered before attacking with its other arm. The same result happened. The cloak started to flicker and I immediately spun around, effectively cutting its head off.

“See it yet big guy?” I asked with the corner of my mouth twitching up. He rolled his eyes before coming over. “I mean it was there the whole time.” I said while twirling my saber claws before tucking them away.

“Yeah, I know that but…shut up.” I laughed as he lent down to look the thing over. “Some kraang bot. Donnie will be stoked to look this thing pathetic over.” He stood to full height. I looked up at him.

“He and the others will also like to know about the invisibility factor too.” I said while kicking it with my foot. “Especially, the part where the all observant with all the sense ninja was taken right down by this pathetic thing.” He glared down at me.

“Whatever. Let’s just get it back to the lair.” I laughed as he sulked and walked off with the main body. I picked up the arms and the head before taking off and following him from a dive into the manhole.

*Time Skip*

I was laying in one of the tunnel openings around the lair. I was hanging out head first, bored out of my mind again. I was currently waiting on Raph to come out of Donnie’s lab. He was explaining what had happened to the guys, probably leaving out the parts where I saved his ass. Finally, he came out alone in a stalk. I turned over.

“How’d they take it?” I called out. He looked up at me before blowing out a huff. He climbed into his weight room and sat on the bench press. “Aww, is someone sulking.”

“Will you just cut it out?” He grumbled. I chuckled. I flapped my wings enough to gain air before gliding over to him. I reached the edge and gracefully walked inside. He glanced over his shoulder. He shook his head before muttering, “it’s annoying.”

“Is someone embarrassed?” I poked his bicep. He wouldn’t look at me. “Come on.” I kept poking him. “You know exactly how to make me stop.” I said in a sing song voice. He finally glanced at me before sighing heavily.

“Thanks Raziel. You really did save my shell back there. I couldn’t even see the guy and probably would have been worse off. Thank you.” He said sincerely. I smiled and nodded.

“You’re welcome Raph. I wouldn’t let you get hurt.” I said before leaning over and kissing his cheek. He smiled and pulled me into a side hug. After a few minutes of peaceful silence he pulled back and looked at me.

“I’m not living this down, am I?” He asked. I laughed. My wings were fluttering as I laughed hard.

“Oh definitely not, big guy.” I said while tapping his nose ridge. I got up and stood in front of him, hands on my hips. “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I let something like die down? I don’t think so.” I smirked at him. He face palmed.

“Aw, you two are so adorable.” Both of our gazes shot to Mikey sitting at the edge with his head resting on his hands.

“Mikey!” We chorused. I walked toward him slowly.

“You have two seconds to run.” I said while pulling out one of my Saber Claws. He tensed and shot up.

“And just alike!” He ran away towards the dojo. “Leo! Raziel is going to kill me! Help!” I stood on the edge, watching Mikey try and hide. Raph walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He was chuckling.

“Nice one. Scares him every time.”

“Yes it does.” I said. We stood there a bit. “Never going to live it down.” I whispered before pulling away and flying off.

“Aww come on!” He called after me, which I just laughed at.

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I don’t own the pictures/gifs, credit to owners. ~ Nights Legacy

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