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janethepegasus · 4 months

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One Random Headcanon for each OM Character

Lucifer has a small collection of non-cursed records stashed away in his room, which he sometimes listens to them when he feels like it. He used to get one record as a souvenir every time he goes to the human world, but he stopped doing that once they stopped selling records. Though he was happy that records were back in the market again, he was surprised that they’re now treated as luxury items for super fans of various artists.

Mammon isn’t the kind of guy that’s knowledgeable on animals, but he’s an expert on crows and ravens. He can tell which is which and knows a lot of fun facts about them. You could say they’re his favorite animals.

Leviathan, whenever he needs some time to himself, he dives into the aquarium in his room (in his demon form of course) and just relaxes in there. He finds the underwater sounds very calming.

Satan could’ve been a huge Warrior Cats fan if he was introduced to the series.

Asmodeus can actually glow under UV light. More specifically his eyes, horns, and wings. His horns and wings glow cyan while his eyes glow a striking magenta, almost making his eyes the center of attention while dancing under the UV lights.

Beelzebub can accurately guess someone or something’s weight just by holding them. It’s a skill he learned and mastered throughout the years, in fact he thinks his skill is more accurate than a scale. He can also tell if someone lost or gained weight.

Belphegor does NOT do well with coffee. Sure he can get energized after he drinks it, but the second the effects wear off, he falls straight to the floor and goes to sleep.

Diavolo gained his habit of sneaking out the castle due to his desire to enjoy the things he and his father has given to his subjects, he wants to experience the wonders of everyday life. He wants to enjoy as much of it as possible before he's crowned king, as he knows that opportunity would be striped away as soon as he's king.

Barbatos once teased MC by saying exactly what they were gonna say before they could even finish a sentence. The classic “stop copying me!”

Simeon has tried his hand in writing fanfiction before, but just like his writing, he accidentally predicts future events that will happen in whatever series he’s writing for.

Luke tried to prove that he’s not just a kid by renting and watching a horror movie. He couldn’t get past the first scary scene without covering his eyes and whimpering in fear.

Solomon’s very first dish he ever made was an odd combination of mash potatoes and milk, as a weird way to recreate soup. He recalls enjoying it when he made it for the first time.

Raphael’s flavor palate is completely messed up, he can hardly taste any flavor of anything he eats, even things that would usually make a person sick. But he didn’t get this from birth, he got it after a poorly executed prank. He ate a cupcake covered in magma salt and it literally burnt his tongue. But he sort of sees his lack of taste as a blessing, now he can enjoy any kind of food without any judgement on how good it is. …Though this made him a really bad cook.

Thirteen, in all her years of reaping souls, has come to hate people who risk their lives because they think whatever they were doing is cool. Why risk their lives just to do that dangerous stunt? Or do some silly challenge that’s clearly too dangerous for them to handle? She just doesn’t get it. She becomes a lecturing mother towards any stupid human that managed to live after their dangerous stunt, as a way to teach them to NOT risk their lives again.

Mephistopheles may love taking care of horses, but show him any of those horse girl shows or movies? He’ll just roll his eyes and scoff at it. Taking care of these majestic creatures is not some quirky girly hobby in his eyes, and the fact there’s a whole genre of this brings him great shame.

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unreadpoppy · 6 months

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Clean that face

Raphael x Tav (gender neutral pronouns)

@dungeonspawn showed me this picture and I had to write this.

“You know, you could just -” they snapped their fingers “and get this over with.” Tav said, while wetting a clean rag.

Raphael smirked. “And why would I do that, when I can have my little mouse clean my face.”

Tav rolled their eyes as they twisted the piece of cloth, removing the excess water. They were preparing to sleep, when suddenly, they were teletransported in front of a very bloodied Raphael’s presence, who made one simple demand.

Clean his face.

So here they were, in the Devil’s Den, Raphael sitting on the bed, while Tav was preparing themselves mentally for the task.

Tav walked towards him and kneeled, to be face to face with him. They sighed and brought the rag closer to him. Gently, they dabbed his face, staining the rag with blood. “What did you do to even get this dirty?”

“Private business, dear.” He replied. “Private business.”

Tav huffed, annoyed. “And why me? Don’t you have Korilla for that.” They wanted him to speak, so he’d get rid of the stupid look he had on his face as they cleaned.

“Ah, but Korilla is a different matter entirely. You are my favorite misadventurer.”

Tav shot him a look but kept quiet. The quicker they finished cleaning him, the faster they’d be back in their bedroll. None of them spoke as Tav briefly changed rags, once the first one was too dirty. When they looked back at Raphael, face still half dirty, they couldn’t help but think how soft he looked.

Especially his eyes.

‘Stop that. Perish the thought immediately.’ Tav shook their head, trying to clear it.

“Having trouble?” Raphael asked.

“Hum? Nothing.” They said, coming back to their spot. “You just…annoy me a lot.”

“Hah!” Raphael barked out a laugh. “You were the one who agreed to it, dear Tav.” He smirked once again. “If you didn’t want to do it, you could have said no, as you have numerous other times.” He leaned close. “Or maybe, you wanted to obey me…to please me.”

“I-would-how-” Tav had trouble coming up with a coherent sentence. Raphael leaned back, smirk widening.

“Cat got your tongue?”

They stood up, throwing the rag in his face. “You’re clean now.” They walked away from him, crossing their arms.

Raphael looked at himself in the mirror and then turned his gaze towards Tav. “Well done, little mouse.”

They rolled their eyes and rubbed their forehead. “Can you just send me back to my camp, please? Before the others question what has happened.”

“Of course.” Raphael walked towards them. “But don’t rest just yet. I might ask for your favor once again soon.” With this ominous promise of a future meeting, Raphael snapped his fingers, and Tav was once again at camp, with a dirty rag in hands.

“Where in the nine hells were you and what is that on your hands?!” Astarion, whom Tav forgot doesn’t sleep, immediately demanded answers upon their return.

Tav sighed and cursed the devil mentally. This would be a long night.

#raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #tav baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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deanstead · 2 years

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A Girl

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: When the fourth addition to their family arrives, Y/N already knows that Will will be wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

Word Count: 1,042

Square Filled: Kids for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Warnings: none

A/N: Wasn’t quite sure what to do with this but I hope you like it! We don't know Mama Halstead's name so I put in a name I thought would fit!

WILL HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

“Congratulations, you have a healthy baby girl.”

Will’s head jerked upwards from where he was standing next to you clutching your hand, before he turned to look at you, a smile spreading across his face. A smile that made you think that all this was worth it - the waiting, not knowing, even now as you lay here thoroughly exhausted.

Not knowing the gender of your baby had been more difficult than you thought, made all the more difficult by the fact that both you and Will worked in the hospital.

You’d secretly hoped for a girl, because if you and Will ended up with four boys, you weren’t sure whether your house, or your sanity, would survive it. But you hadn’t told him anything, even when Will suggested that the both of you should keep the gender of the baby a surprise.

Now, looking at the expression on his face, as they put your newborn daughter into your arms, you knew just by the look on his face that Will was going to be wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

Will leaned in now, towards the both of you, his arms encircling his girls before he looked at you, resting his head gently against yours. “Thank you.” He whispered. “For everything you do for us.”

Exhausted as you were, you smiled back at the newborn that was lying in your arms, before you glanced back up at Will. “Couldn’t do it without you.” You whispered, feeling the tears gather in your eyes again.

Shortly after, the nurses had taken your daughter up to the nursery while you’d been brought to a hospital room. Goodwin had come by to make sure everything was well, which you’d been grateful for. Another nurse had then brought your little girl into your room for her first feed. The quiet was then broken when Jay came by with your three boys.

“Mum!” Damian, your oldest, came barreling in, Raphael right behind him, before Jay brought up the rear, Luke asleep in Uncle Jay’s arms.

“Easy, boys.” Will called from where he was standing on the other side of your bed, before he rounded off towards the children with a smile, lifting them one by one so they could take a look at their sister.

You smiled at Jay. “Thanks, Jay.”

Jay smiled back. “Come on, Y/N. You know I love spending time with the boys.”

You just gave him a soft smile back, your eyes once again falling on the little tag the hospital attached to the cots of newborns.

Baby Girl Halstead.

The three words jumped out at you, not just reminding you that you had a daughter but that you hadn’t named her.

You glanced back down at her, her little strands of red hair making you smile.

“Look at that. Just like her father." You glanced up at Will with a smile.

Before Damian was born, you were dead sure that you would have a whole bunch of redheaded kids running around, but instead they’d taken after your dark hair, with their father’s brown eyes. And somehow it felt fitting that your youngest and only daughter would be a redhead.

“What about… Ruby?” You asked your husband. “Ruby Corinne Halstead?”

Jay glanced up, as did Will.

“What?”

You smiled. “She’s the first baby girl Halstead.” You glanced at Jay with a small smile. “If Jay doesn't mind, I just thought it’d be nice if…”

Will didn’t let you finish your sentence as he bent down to press his lips against yours. “How do I deserve you?”

You smiled. “Come on, you really thought I wouldn’t let her have her grandma’s name?”

“Ruby Corinne Halstead.” The words rolled off Will’s tongue as if they were familiar and not something you’d suggested just a minute ago.

Will glanced at his brother as you looked up at Jay, wanting to make sure he was good with it. jay nodded back with a smile. "It's perfect." Jay said with a low voice, propping his youngest nephew more securely on his arm.

Will turned back to you. “I’ll get it done.” Will pressed a light kiss to the top of the sleeping Ruby’s small head, leaving the room to go get paperwork sorted, while your sons moved closer again to peer at their younger sister.

You'd known Will was ruined the moment he’d laid eyes on Ruby but it still didn’t cease to amaze you.

Will had always been a very involved father, from the moment Damian had been born. When Raphael came along, Will managed to be just as involved while making sure that Damian didn’t feel left out and did the same for Luke as well.

But with Ruby, he was just a little different.

It wasn’t like he favored Ruby above the boys because God knows he loved those three rascals with all his heart. He made sure he put time aside for them to have outdoor activities and do the things they loved with them so that they wouldn’t feel left out even after Ruby's arrival. But it was little things that he did with Ruby that were just a little different.

Maybe it was the way he cradled her close to him as he walked around the house, or maybe it was when you walked into the living room to see Will lying motionless on the couch, Ruby sleeping peacefully on his chest.

And then there was that one night you’d woken up and despite your exhaustion, the first thought that hit you was that Ruby had been too quiet. Noting Will’s absence from his side of the bed, you climbed out of bed only to find Will quietly singing her to sleep in the nursery.

Just like that, a year passed, with Ruby growing quickly under the watchful loving eye of her father, her three older brothers and her Uncle Jay.

You were a little worried she was gonna be spoilt silly by all of them, but as you sat on the picnic mat and watched the three boys run towards Will, while Ruby shrieked in delight, safe in her father’s arms, you stopped worrying. As long as the six of you, and Jay, were a family, things would work themselves out.

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tavyliasin · 5 months

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The first half of a Soft!Raphael piece, where he's stuck in a strange mire of denial when faced with an injured Tav in need of a saviour. This may get moved around in ATG continuity, but it is a part of the story and keeps the motivations and experiences of Tav, Raphael, and Haarlep from the story so far (up to ATG13 Bear? Bare.) The smut will come, as will our dear characters, in the second half which I'm still wrestling with. Expect some more complicated feelings, plenty of banter, and a cambion fighting with his own emotions. Sample below the cut, and feedback very welcome on this piece as it's getting tougher to finish it~

“Quite the predicament you ended up in, Little Mouse. Taking the cheese from within the trap and getting your tail caught? I thought you were smarter than that.” His words carried condescension, but the tone and the glimpse of the wrinkles on his brow spoke of concern, only lightly tinged with disappointment. “Luckily, it seems the cat came to the rescue just in time.” She smiled, teasing a little, but genuinely grateful. Gratitude, it seemed, was not something he knew how to handle. Not the sincere kind, anyway. Tav reasoned his discomfort must be because he was expecting something. “There’s a price to pay for your help, isn’t there?” She shrugged. “No need to explain, I know how the world works, Raphael, especially with demons and deals. But if you want my eternal servitude, I’m afraid you should’ve left me to a quicker burial back there.”

“What?” He sounded genuinely taken aback, offended perhaps by the suggestion, or by the implication the moment he denied it. “If I wanted your servitude, the contract and pen would be in your hand already. No, that achieves nothing.” He pulled up a chair taking a seat beside where she lay face down, devoid of most dignity as the cleric yanked another large chunk of mahogany from her rear. “FUCK could you at least warn me a little next time?” The elf shrugged. “The pain would be no different either way. Kinder if you don’t know it’s coming, really.” They pulled another piece midway through the sentence as if to prove a point. “Are you almost finished?” Raphael hissed a little too impatiently, brown eyes flicking across Tav’s face briefly again as she winced in pain. He should be used to people suffering, he was certainly good enough at arranging it, but there was something in the way his face twitched, as if his expressions were beginning to slip. “Not much left. Only half a door in her, not a whole one, and the bones will need longer to set.” They gestured to the splint and bandages down Tav’s leg and on one of her wrists. “Only a few days, especially if you use everything you have at your disposal, but the bone still needs to knit together properly or her dreams of joining the circus will be completely gone.” “The circus?” The cambion looked at her, perplexed. “In my defence, those potions are really strong. And so is the pain. I was barely conscious.” She shrugged. “Besides, I used to enjoy Dribbles performing when I was young. Who didn’t?” She tried to push aside the memory of the clown’s dismembered body parts they kept finding in the city. That could wait. “Little Mouse, you’re not a performer. Even if you do like to dance with danger for no reason.” He sighed, almost reaching out to her but stopping short, putting his hand instead on the edge of the table and standing up. “The damage shouldn’t be permanent. But you will be staying here for the duration of your recovery.” “Excuse me?” She tried to raise herself up more on her arms to see his face where he stood above her, but shuddered as the pain pulled at the nerves in her shoulder. “Stop trying so hard, Little Mouse, you are quite safe. I will not have any further harm come to my favourite client.” He gently pressed her shoulder back down, hand remaining there for far longer than either of them expected. “Ah. There it is. Client. You still have use for me, that’s why you’re going so far for my sake.” She hadn’t expected anything more, but it stung nonetheless. Raphael faltered, the warmth of his fingers still refusing to leave her. “You are not just any client, Mouse. I have told you before, I have no desire to turn you into just some pitiful debtor, nor do I wish to chain you to any contract beyond what I offered before.” He continued to justify his actions, denying his motivations to himself as much as to anyone else. “You and your friends are uniquely positioned to get what I want, and I can provide you with the means to keep your lovely face tentacle free.” Lovely? She turned the word over in her mind. No, another trick to loosen her grip on her sanity and make her sign. She hadn’t decided yet...and they had time still. She was certain that if it came down to it, she could make that deal at the very last possible moment, if she had to. Although, that would give him a lot more power… Tav groaned. Why is nothing ever simple, and why do I have to be the one to decide all of this? And why is he still being so nice? It’s easier when it’s just unhinged sex, or the usual mind games, the back and forth of Cat and Mouse… “Get some rest, Little Mouse. You will need it. Our foes will not wait forever.” The cambion’s hand caressed her hair gently, a move that surprised them both again. He withdrew, as if he had touched the very edge of a hot stove. Although, who had ever heard of a devil getting burned?

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 raphael #bg3 tav #a tav's guide #haarlep #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #ao3fic #soft raphael #hurt/comfort #literally #raphael has emotions and he did not agree to them #WIP #feedback welcome

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 1 year

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Title: Winner

Verse: ROTTMNT verse

Summary: We won, Casey

Character: Leonardo, Raphael, Casey Jr

Pairings : For the LOVE of god KEEP WALKING DONT EVEN

For: @lele-liam

Warnings : Mentioned Character Death

“Casey, look at this!”

The young warrior looks towards his mentor, giving the large sheet of metal he had been holding enough time to shift in his hand and fall if he hadn’t quickly shifted his weight. But, of course, it would have fallen altogether if a giant metal arm hadn’t promptly grabbed the top. “Oops. Sorry about that, kiddo. Didn’t mean to distract you,” Sensei Leonardo says, offering a big sheepish smile.

“It-It’s fine Sensei. But, can it wait? Michelangelo said he needed it to help finish the house-”

“I mean, probably, but it's really great and I want you to see it.”

Even though Leonardo uses terms like ‘really great’ pretty often these days, the older turtle's excitement is enough for Casey to smile back, “I guess it's ok.” Then, with Leonardo’s help, Casey sets the metal on the ground and leans it against a stack of boxes of fresh apples. Leonardo takes two apples and hands them to Casey. “Come on, bud, you’ll love it,” he says as he walks on. Fresh fruit had been a rarity in the past. So, despite wanting to dig into it, Casey put it in one of his pockets for later.

Leo raises his arm to slide aside the rest of the bunker door, and immediately a bright light hits Casey with such intensity he has to bring his arms up to hide his face, but his vision is filled with bright painful spots. Then, the light is suddenly blocked again, “Oh right, I'm sorry. You ok, kiddo,” Leonardo asks.

“I-I,” Casey blinks furiously, looking down at his hands. At first, he was terrified he had been hit with a flash bomb or some sort of explosion the Kraang were wrought to use. But his vision is already returning. Faint spots at the edge of his vision indicated what had happened. He was so dazed he didn’t notice Leonardo had started looking over him with the concerned medic’s eye he was known for. His robot hand goes to hold his shoulder.

“Follow my finger,” he says, raising his other hand. Casey does as he’s told, even though the moving hand struggles to focus for a moment. But thankfully, judging by the look of relief on Leonardo’s face, Casey had nothing to worry about. “I’m on a roll today, aren’t I?”

“Wh-what was that,” Casey asks.

Leonardo smiles brightly, “That, my man, is sunlight.”

Casey stands up straighter, and for a moment, he’s not sure he heard Leonardo right. But his teacher still has that big bright smile on his face, meaning it could only be true: “How? I thought Master Donatello said it would be decades before the atmosphere recovered from the Kraang, at the earliest.”

Donatello?

“Yeah, you should see the egghead. He’s eating his tablet in anger.”

Casey had never known the sun as his mom, and the Hamatos had described it. He had only ever known no difference between the night and day—a familiar thick cloud of toxic pollution. Truth be told, the Kraang could have made the pollution far more poisonous and wiped out the human race altogether. Donatello theorized early on that the pollution had two purposes. One, to block out the sun and dishearten any remaining human forces. And two, create a more familiar environment for the Kraang’s homeworld.

“Is it going to blind me again?”

“Maybe,” Leonardo laughs. “You don’t have your mask?”

“No, I put it in my gear.” Even saying that sentence was weird to him and made Casey pause. But Leonardo already has him by the shoulder, “I have an idea, I’ll block the light for you just so you can feel the warmth. Does that work for you?”

The idea of light being ‘warm’ made no sense to him. But he looks to the main hangar, with the influx of humans and mutants returning inside. All were going to grab more building equipment for houses. The first of which would be built on the surface in more than a decade. The bright light Casey had seen earlier lingers just inside the hangar and illuminates the dust particles in the air. He sees a floating figure among them and, at first, doesn’t recognize the box turtle without a cloak on him. He was laughing loudly and pointing back the way they came.

Michelangelo?

“Um,” Casey is suddenly sheepish. He doesn’t know how to ask this. “W-will it hurt?” He’s not sure what to expect as a response, but his master's face softens, making him look so much younger. Even the crease on his forehead flattens in an expression similar to the one his mom gives him.

Mom?

“You’d know I’d never let anything hurt you.”

Casey nods and swallows hard, “yeah yeah ok.” he nods again.

“Ok, cool,” Leonardo already has an arm wrapped around Casey’s shoulders. His robotic arm went for the door, angling his body, so he was half in front of Casey and half behind him protectively. He looks at Casey again, and the warrior nods. The red slider slowly slides the door open again. The light pours in until it nearly touches his boot. Instantly, Casey flinches, bumps back into Leonardo’s arm, and covers his eyes with his forearms again. Then, awaiting a pain that doesn't come, he lowers his arms again. The light pours from around his teacher’s arm, distorting his form, but he can see that Leonardo is peering outside again.

Casey can only imagine what he’s looking at. The new farm? The first houses? Children playing in the first seeds of grass? All with a bravery Casey didn’t know he had. The warrior slowly holds his hand out towards the stream of light that escaped from under Leonardo’s arm. His fingertips touch it for a moment and meet a heat that makes him reflexively pull back like he’s touched a hot stove. But as he looks at his hand to inspect it, he sees no burns or blemishes. And finally, he reaches again towards the light and, like a swimmer diving into cold water, plummets his hand in.

Sunlight.

Against his white skin, the light seems to shine even brighter, but with that comes a warmth. One that he only thought could come from a blanket or the rare times they managed to cook a warm meal. He partly expects to see his hand burst into flames or fall off altogether. But when none of that happens, he rotates his hand to catch the warmth on every surface under the light’s glow. Lost for words, he looks up to his teacher, only to see Leonardo with tears in his eyes and a trembling smile. “That’s the sun, Casey. I’m so happy I lived to see you experience it for the first time. That we don’t have to live in fear any longer. We have our future back.” His hand on Casey’s shoulder tightens, “We won, Casey.”

Won.

Casey raises his hand to rest on the one on his shoulder, but Leonardo’s form flares for a moment in a way he thinks might be from the sunlight, but it shifts and cracks like a broken image.

Donatello.

It all comes back.

– you should see the egghead. He’s eating his tablet in anger –

Dead five years ago after freeing a Kraang prison.

No.

Mom.

It's not-

-in an expression similar to the one his mom gives him-

Dead two years ago after saving her son from Kraang Dog.

It’s-

Michelangelo.

They’re not-

-Laughing loudly and pointing back the way they came-

Dead five minutes ago after opening a portal to the past.

No!

Casey looks up at his teacher again and doesn’t notice the world around him turning dark. He doesn't notice the silence. All he sees is his teacher. Leonardo distorted further, with a frozen, tear-filled smile on his face.

Leonardo-

We won, Casey.

Sensei-

The distortion consumes Sensei’s legs.

Dying in front of his student.

Leonardo’s torso is next.

We won, Casey.

Casey desperately tries to grab the arm on his shoulder, but to his horror, it goes right through. He looks back to his teacher, “Sensei-”

We won, Casey.

The figure bursts into shards of light as Casey reaches out for him. His footing loses all sense. He’s suddenly thrown back away through a portal.

We won…

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

A shout and a scream are all that Leo hears as he jolts awake. He swings his legs over his bed (careful not to disturb the soft shell sleeping on the pull-out bed) and hurries out of the room. He can see Raph emerging from his own room, and Leo looks at him in panic but, having no answers, runs towards the newly established room at the end of the subway tunnel.

Leo throws the curtain open to see Casey sitting straight up with wide, panicked eyes, searching the room in a tangled mess of hoodies and blankets. His hockey stick in one hand and his free hand on the wall as though he was ready to vault himself to a standing position at the slightest provocation. Without thinking, Leo immediately moves to sit by him. Casey jumps a foot in the air with his weapon now trained on him. “Whoa, hey! It's us!” Leo raises his hands, “It's ok, it's just us!”

Leo watches as the pinpoint dots that had been Casey’s pupils slowly dilate, recognition filling them. His panicked, heaving shoulders began to lose their tension. At a much slower pace than last time, Leo slowly moves back to sit on the bed. “Can I take this? We don’t want to hurt anyone, do we,” he asks as he hovers his hands over Casey’s stick without touching it. Casey jerks away from him again reflexively and re-aims it. Leo sees movement behind him and quickly waves Raph off. He knows Raph is ready to take the weapon from Casey with force if he has to, not that he wants to, but Leo wants to give him a chance. The teen takes some more breaths and looks at the weapon again as he bows his head. Casey holds it out to Raph rather than Leo. The red-snapping turtle takes it and moves a step back. As though he expected Casey to try and take it back.

For a few moments, Casey just stares at his hands. Then, in mid-breath, his panic turns to a small sob, and he suddenly drops his weight against Leo, strong arms tempered by a lifetime of fighting hug him with all the strength they can muster. It takes Leo a moment to remember how to breathe before he hugs him back. “Is everything ok,” he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?” Casey shakes his head, but Leo knows it's an answer to both questions, “Alright, alright, you don't have to if you don't want to. Is there anything you need?” Leo’s not sure if he should expect an answer or give up on that entirely, but then a tiny voice reaches him.

“A-an apple.”

Without question, Leo looks to Raph to see if he heard him, but the oldest brother is already out the door. With another little option, he returns Casey’s hug with a hand on the back of his head. “It's ok Casey. It's ok. You’re safe here. Remember? We won?” Casey lets out a smaller but more audible sob, gripping the back of Leo’s pajama shirt like he was his last life in Casey’s descent to darkness. He was drawing Leo to hug Casey an inch tighter to him to give him the comfort he desperately deserves.

We won.

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just-another-wren · 10 months

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!!ALTERNATE TIMELINE/NON-CANON!!

(commence spaces for people coming from the notifs! aka fake readmore lol)

...

"Sorry, Mrs . O'Neil. Apocalypse kid, remember? I've never had this fresh of water before, heh..."

..."Woah, slow down, hun! You're gonna make yourself sick!"

Carol couldn't help but snicker at the black-haired kid at her kitchen sink. Casey finished gulping down his 15th glass of water in a row, and set down the glass, snickering himself.

"Well that's worrying." She closed her laptop and looked at him.

"Oh nonono, Master Donatello had water filters, don't worry! They just weren't the best 'cause of limited supplies." His head snapped around to the doorway behind him, and so did Carol's a second later. Yelling.

His reaction time had always been extremely good, as had been easily recognized by the fact he felt everyone else was agonizingly slow. It'd only been maybe an hour or three since the Kraang attacked, and the resistance finally won. Kadeen, this unfamiliar, scarred face, had used mystics to heal everyone that needed it, so why did he not remember her? Especially since she seemed so close to M- no, wrong one, Leo. Master Leonardo would have at least mentioned someone like her. Maybe even Masters Michelangelo,Donatello, or Mother Maria would have mentioned her. Maybe even Master Raphael, when he was still alive, would have mentioned her! And she was... arguing with Co- shit, no- April?

"And that's how you're so competent and kind right now?! This isn't even the first time you've left, and you tried to kill not only Leo, but Donnie and Raph before! You left for weeks on end back when your scars were healing for no reason, you left for 'sOmEtHiNg ImPoRtAnT' conveniently right before ol' Shreddy Boy came back, you left right after the whole body swap thing, and then you leave the very night before the attack of what could've potentially caused the FUCKING apocalypse?!"

"...and you left. Us. Again!" April spat.

"I told you, I have a meeting today, that's why I left! I can't function unless I wake up naturally!" Kadeen tried reasoning with her.

"April, how could I have-"

"Oh don't you dare finish that sentence, you have future vision mystics!!"

"I will tell you guys why I left, I promise, but you guys aren't ready yet-"

"And Donnie was before now?! We all just saved the world from the apocalypse for the second time, I don't think your sorry ass can say that anymore!" Junior watched as they argued and argued. He remembered times when both Master Donatello and Maria had to often leave the room for a minute after an argument like this. Commander O'Neil had explained to him as a kid that, because of how their brains worked, if they didn’t leave, they would react even worse than the Kraang. Why did this version of her not know that yet? Wait a minute-

"Guys, wait, stop! Maybe this is why I can't remember Kadeen from the future, she felt cornered and couldn't pause to calm down, so she-" He called from the doorway of the kitchen. However, he wasn't heard, as April grabbed the back of Kadeen's hoodie as she tried to walk into another room. She whipped around and smacked April's hand away from her.

"I need to calm down, so for fucks sake, let me, April!"

"You're just gonna abandon us again, like you always do!"

"You really just want me to leave, then, since you keep fucking insisting I will!"

"Not gonna be any different than the other times, so if you're gonna leave, then stay! Away!"

"Alright, forget everything else I've fucking done for you all then, asshole!" With a wave of her hand, a portal opened up.

Leo quickly tried scrambling off his place on the couch. "W-wait, Kadeen, please!" But he also went unheard. She had already walked through, middle finger in the air.

..."She'll come back again, right?"

...He tried warning them.

...

...Donnie never thought he'd see the apocalypse.

He thought he and the others had beat the apocalypse thrice- as teens, no less! What the fuck happened?! He quickly dived into the fire escape balcony for cover with Mikey as Leo and Casey Junior fought back the inky darkness that was consuming the O'Neil apartment. He looked over the vast emptiness of a destroyed New York, almost entirely covered in ink and pitch-black demonic monsters. He heard crying from inside Mikey’s shell. "I just wanted to clean up that old animation studio for us... I didn't want this..."

He hugged his brother close. "Of course you didn't, Mikey. Nobody would have wanted this. Well... except the Foot Clan, maybe, if they were still alive, but still. You only had the best intentions." His head popped slightly out of his shell, to give him a small smile. He looked over the landscape as well.

"...I don't think we can survive this."

"Wh- hey, what happened to Optimistic Mikey?"

"I know, I know, but... it's gotten so far and done so much, and it's only been an hour. We were able to seal the Kraang back the first time, but we could barely do it the second time. And we had to lose Raph for it... And with how fast it's spreading...I don't know if we can even last a month."

He looked around. The animation studio had been halfway across the state from here, and heck even Big Mama did next to nothing against it. They definitely needed help if they were to have even the smallest chance of surviving this. And the studio itself was basically from a... a video game. God fucking damnit. He groaned.

He sighed. "No, it- Goddamn it... It's not that fact that I'm upset about. It's about the fact that I know exactly who to call to help us get past this shit." He took out his phone, and scrolled through his blocked contacts. He shook his head, and pressed call.

"...it really isn't just me overthinking, is it?"

...

...Her phone started ringing. Oh my- right in the middle of a meeting. Seriously?! Everyone that would call her knew she would be in a meeting, what was up with them?! She awkwardly took her phone out of her bag, and looked at who was calling. Stranger. Great, probably another Irinel emergency. She stood up from her seat. "I'm sorry, I've got to take this call." Obsidian nodded at her politely.

"It's no trouble at all, you take your time." Avi nodded back, and stepped outside of the room. She sighed and pressed accept call, putting on her most cheery tone.

"Hello, Avi speaking?"

"Hey." Wh...what? Was- was that?... "We've got an apocalypse situation over here, can you come fix it?"

"I... E-excuse me, but can I ask who's calling and what universe you're calling from?"

"You really don't recognize my voice?"

"Well- ...maybe, but I don't like to assume..."

They sighed on the other end of the line. "It's Donnie, Kadeen. Just come get this shit out of New York, for fucks sake." Kadeen couldn't help but snicker slightly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~POV change~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"'Yall are lucky I've got my powers under control more than I did back then. Imma be there in two seconds~" The call ended. Donnie sighed and put his phone back right as Leo slipped onto the fire escape next to him.

"Needed a rest. And 'Angelo pointed out that we can't beat this thing on our own, so I called for help."

"Why didn't you two run?!"

"What? Who did you-" Gonna fuck up your live, like John Tucker must die, like Gone- "...you're fucking kidding me."

"...Unfortunately not, 'Nardo." Mikey popped up out of his shell as he heard the familiar song playing in his mind, and beamed as he scrambled to look into the window. The disaster twins also looked into the room.

"GUESS WHO'S BACK, BI-ohhh holy shit, Don wasn't exaggerating." Casey whipped around at the sound of her voice.

"Kadeen!"

The ink creature took this as a time to attack, and just as it did, it exploded violently. 'Didn't touch Casey, though, as a forcefield had been formed in front of him. "Heya, Junior! It's certainly been a long while!~ Imma go bleach this place, B-R-B!" The shield fully formed into a ball and phased through Casey as it whizzed around the room, collecting ink along the way. He shuddered as Kadeen headed straight for the window, the brothers ducking to dodge her. She backflipped over them and onto the edge of the fire escape, spinning and sitting on the railing before winking and giving a salute. "Hiya boys~" She fell backwards and they scrambled to catch her, only for her to rise above them- blue-jay wings outstretched. She spun and trilled at them, the ink bubble zipping past their heads and growing large enough to cover a huge portion of the city, as she flew away. It was a strange, yet beautiful sight- watching the bubble zoom around and out into the distance as the little blue speck followed. The brothers looked at eachother as they caught their breath.

They couldn't even say a word, as moments later the bubble reappeared and lifted into the air- filled with the ink. It got smaller and smaller, until it disappeared. Then, pink sparks erupted from the spot, scattering all over New York. A couple landed on them, their injuries closing up- leaving scars, but painless ones. Casey zoomed out to the window, saying what they were all thinking.

"What the fuck did she do while she was gone?!"

She flew back and hovered, resting her head on her arms on the fire escape railing. "Did'y'all miss me?~ ...By those faces, I'm gonna assume no."

"What. The. Fuck. Was THAT?! You just- left for fifteen years, come back with GODLIKE POWERS, and the first thing you say after that, is just- 'DID YOU MISS ME?!'" Casey shouted from the window.

"Yyyeah, not what I was expecting." Donnie gave her a look. "...Okay YEAH, maybe I did expect it a little..."

"A li- you left, knowing full well this- inky demon summoning bullshit was going to happen?!"

"Wh- hey, anything can happen, I didn't know-know! I'm not leaving 'till I can confidently say you guys'll be okay on your own, though." She hopped onto the railing and swung around to land in the fire escape. It lurched at the added weight before glowing pink and staying in a stable, upright position. "Also, I apologize for the delay, I had to figure out how good of a training dummy those ink demons were before destroying them."

"A training dummy. You're serious?! You get back, and all you can think about is wether or not our literal APOCALYPSE is a worthy TRAINING DUMMY?!"

"I think you've said that already, Case. Now can y'all get off the fire escape so it doesn't collapse?" The turtles nodded and scrambled back into the apartment. "I'm helping y'all rebuild."

"We don't need your help, asshole. You don't even actually care anyways, do you?" She tensed up and stopped from where she sat on the windowsill. She took a deep breath.

"...I get over grief quickly, any problems with y'all are old news to me. I need to care less about things, anyways. But, no matter what you say, I ain't leaving." She walked into the kitchen and tried getting herself a cup of water, having to search a little to remember where the cups were, but the tap didn't work. "If you don't want my help, then I won't help. But ya can't get rid of me now, be aware of that. Ya interrupt me in the middle of a meeting, ya get the punishment, which is me being an ass."

"Oh, fuck off..."

...

..."Kadeen, why the hell are you just lazing around, come help me with this, they're heavy as shit!" April snapped at her, carrying another bunch of debris. Kadeen just sat, floating, scrolling on her phone.

"Can't."

"And why the fuck not?" She put it down again, dusting off her hands.

"Junior said no."

"Junior said no?"

"That's what I just said." April sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Just teleport the debris to the destruction site, please."

"Now we're talking." She pointed at the pile of debris that April was carrying before and it popped away.

"...I meant all of it."

"Sucks to be you."

"I- Hey, why are you being such an ass? You, Leo, and Mikey were talking like ya never left earlier, and now you're being a brat. The fucks up with that?" Kadeen looked away from her, and put her phone down, sighing.

"...Look, I'm not doing this out of spite. I didn't leave out of spite, either."

"Wh- The fuck you mean, you didn't leave out of spite?! What else would you be doing this shit out of?"

...

...Don't fuck up. Don't care, you'll outlive her anyways. You know this has to be fake, or you'll get attached and get fucked up when she dies.

...

What the fuck was?!- Did... oh. She was mindsharing on accident again?... At least some things never change? "...I was doing it out of love." April's eyes went wide.

"...When people...tell me to stay away, it typically is for the better that we never see eachother after that, for their good... and mine. ...First time it was my best friend and brother, and... then, you guys. I mean... it would've been nice to have someone who I could ask if you guys needed me, but I don't think you guys would appreciate that." Calm, don't cry. You're okay, Avi. She's not real. Wait, what? She took a deep breath and put her phone back up, scrolling.

...

"...Oh." ...She really hit her hard, didn't she?

"...Thank you."

...

"The...rest of the debris will be easier to carry, by the way."

"Not a problem."

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the rise of pietro/rosie

The first time Pietro saw Rosie he wondered where the heck did she come from. Not even in a, “wow, she’s so beautiful where has she been all my life” way. In a, “who is she and how’d she get here?” way. Raphael didn’t formally observe the meeting, he told them about the other separately. But still, Pietro shook Rosie’s hand and let her know it was gonna be great having her a part of the team. Rosie promised she wouldn’t let him down - he cracked a smile because who says that? She spoke like this was some sort of highly esteemed position. She was the most eager secretary he ever met and for days he would observe how she always put on this energetic, happy-go-lucky display. He did not understand where this energy came from and [secretly] it was fun to watch her react to people and things around the office. Out of politeness alone, Pietro always gave a smile (and sometimes a wave) at her as he walked to his office. That warm smile definitely made Rosaria develop a crush. She didn’t know if he did it to be nice or if he really looked at her and saw something worth admiring.

As she worked at the publishing company, Rosaria tried talking to Pietro casually. Sometimes he didn’t give her his full attention, sometimes she felt embarrassed speaking to him because he was older, smarter, and sharper.

Many times they had conversations that always came to an abrupt end before Rosie even finished her sentence because he had to do something. Many times she went home wondering if Pietro’s respect for her lowered in any way due to some small mishap. It was so silly, she thought, the way she knew how to work but didn’t know how to talk to him. But Rosie didn’t identify this as a crush, it was “high admiration.”

Eventually, Pietro summons Rosaria to his office to discuss the way she dresses. He’s a lover of vintage things but the way she dressed? It wasn’t suitable for the work atmosphere. He emphasizes that working for him - and Raphael - means that she needs to dress with more sharp sophistication. Rosie worries, asks Eve for help with makeup and trendy work wear.

In the aftermath of shopping and dressing up, Ben doesn’t care for it. He makes jokes about how she doesn’t look like herself. This gives Rosie tremendous anxiety. In the bathroom at work she takes a selfie and sends it to Eve [in addition to sending Eve a LONG text about how she feels silly and looks silly and Ben made her second-guess everything] but, when Pietro comes in that morning with a business partner, he gives Rosaria a nod and wink.

She got butterflies. She felt like she succeeded! Eve also got around to sending her a text back saying she looked so beautiful.

Lust Creeps In There comes a time when Rosaria overhears Pietro engaging in a sexual conversation in his office. It was about a burlesque performer he slept with. The men in his office laughed alongside him and wanted as much detail as possible. Rosie was shaken by it, a little turned on, but ultimately confronted Pietro when he was alone. What began as a critique of professionalism ended up being an argument about objectification. Rosie, not knowing when to stop, kept arguing with Pietro. Kept coming at him. Rosie said she would tell Raphael and Pietro got firm with her so much it was startling. She instantly regretted it, which is very uncharacteristic of her. At 11 pm, she wrote him an apologetic email. The following day, Pietro summoned her in the office, told her not to butt into his private conversations again. Rosie gets a little high pitched, a little defensive but Pietro’s like fix your argument, not your voice. She was humiliated. SWORE he hated her. But also now, due to his conversation about the burlesque story, she was seeing him as a sexual being and the idea of him being sexual made her feel a little hot especially when she knew about his preferences with positions. Rosie gets comfortable around Pietro again when she had to assist him with an email. It was to a client who felt like he was being swindled. At first, Pietro wrote the email, but constantly asked Rosie; “what’s a good word? What’s a good phrase?” eventually after a slew of curses, he asked if Rosie wanted to write it for him as he sulked around his office. They get to know each other better that night, since the office is formally closed there’s no one to interrupt their conversation. Rosie suggests Pietro do meditation or yoga. Pietro brings up the hippy-ish behavior he’s detected from her, and they go out to dinner because it’s late. That night, when leaving the restaurant, he slightly touched her shoulder removing a small particle of lint off her jacket. Rosie’s heart was racing, Pietro didn’t notice it. Rosie kept replaying that touch when she went home. Firm, commanding, his look focused. She could smell his cologne. In Rosie’s mind, there were too many electric sparks! In the bedroom, she wanted Ben to be more dominant. She wanted the attraction she has from Pietro’s dominant personality to be directed at her boyfriend. She didn’t want to do that playful roleplay the two of them usually engaged in. She wants him to talk dirty to her, but, it doesn’t work out because Ben can’t take it seriously. The next time they’re intimate, Ben slides in some dirty talk abruptly. Telling Rosie how wet she is, and how he likes the way she’s tight around him, and Rosie is HORRIFIED. They agree to keep their sex the way it is.

The Boyfriend Issue

Pietro knew Rosaria had a boyfriend, she off-handedly mentioned Ben a few times, like when their five-month anniversary popped up. She does love Ben, so she proudly tells Pietro how he’s a big artist on social media. Pietro checked Ben out on social media once out of boredom. Pietro knew Rosie was out of Ben’s league. He saw a lot of potential in his secretary. She was an intelligent, quick learner, she had incredible typing skills and a ‘talent’ for forming paragraphs. Of course, Rosie had her weaknesses too - she wasn’t good at verbalizing what she felt (rambling too much) her social cues were rusty, she was loud when excited or panicked - but she has potential. It was very likely she was going to outgrow Ben, but Pietro was going to keep his opinions to himself.

On that note, Pietro felt compelled to do some research on Rosie’s background. All he could find were positive high school articles where she was interviewed for opinions, the countless times she landed on the Dean’s List. He started thinking that Rosie could be a very useful businesswoman for the crime family, not exactly sure how - it was just an idea he’d keep in his back pocket.

When Rosie and Ben break up, the two of them have a bad back-and-forth text session throughout the time Rosie is working. It affects her job performance and by the end of the day Rosie’s mood crashes. When Pietro is scolding her for things she did wrong, Rosie weeps and ultimately talks about her personal issues with Ben. Rosie admits she’s thinking of apologizing to Ben and going back to him because he’s so nice and she doesn’t know if she’ll find another person like that again, but Pietro commands her not to cry because she’s going to be the ex-girlfriend Ben resents because she got successful.

Inappropriate Work Behavior

In her newly single era, there’s a constant thing Rosaria tells herself as she goes to work. “If Mr. Impellizzeri wants to sleep with me, I’ll let him sleep with me, if Mr. Impellizzeri wants to flirt with me, I’ll let him flirt with me.” She’s twenty-six going on twenty-seven. Similar to Eve at the beginning of Dear Diary, she feels like she hasn’t lived her adult life correctly in regard to sex and romance.

But this didn’t mean Rosaria felt comfortable with the fantasy of hooking up with her boss, it was still very scary. And somehow, it coexisted with her desire of being seen as desirable by Pietro.

There comes another night when Pietro keeps Rosie in the office late because of more email drama. Instead of going out to dinner, they order food to be delivered to the office. While eating they end up talking about his life (Rosie tries to find out if Pietro is a bachelor) about her life (Pietro wants to know what her higher plans in life are) Rosie confesses she wants to be successful, so successful Ben sees her everywhere. When Rosie asks Pietro if this is vain, or bad, Pietro reassures her it's not.

College is a topic. Rosie doesn’t know if she should go back, she’s not from a wealthy family. Pietro says he’ll pay for her classes, insists that it’s fine. Rosie is overcome with so much emotion and desire that she kisses him. It got deep and escalated.

In the aftermath, Pietro felt mixed emotions. Tells her it can’t happen again and it can’t get out. Rosie has mixed feelings about these words - and feels as though she made a big mistake - but says “I know.” As usual, she assumes Pietro hates her.

Within the sexless days to come, Rosie wonders what she is to Pietro. A one night stand? Does he still respect her? The sex was good but will she regret this in her 40s?

Meanwhile, Pietro was grappling with feelings of jealousy. A new guy at the office would keep trying to talk to Rosie but Pietro would say break it up. One day Raphael comes to the building with flowers for Rosie and Pietro is disgusted. Essentially, its jealousy that makes him continue a sexual relationship with her.

He makes it known he doesn’t want her to have any office romances or even boyfriends. Meanwhile, Rosie wants clear boundaries with him. She’s fine ignoring men in the office just as she’s fine ignoring men outside of work. But she has to know is he authentically attracted to her? Does he care about her in any way or is it just sex? Rosie is dead serious about getting a honest answer, so Pietro is forced to admit he not only finds her attractive, but he feels a sense of compatibility with her. He admits he feels they “can do a lot together.”

They’re a Pair! Like that, their dynamic is slowly shifting. Rosie starts going to Pietro’s home. She has the habit of calling him Mr. Impellizzeri, but he only wants her to call him that at work. When they’re together he wants to be called Pietro. This was actually difficult for Rosaria to do, but gradually switching between the names is easy for her the more comfortable she gets in the relationship.

Rosie LOVES being at Pietro’s home too. Often they’re having sex, but there are so many times when she’s just drunk with him watching movies or working on class assignments. Because of the moments when they’re just together, with him sharing personal stories over a bottle of bourbon, Rosie doesn’t think this is just sex, she thinks there’s something there. There’s a domestic flair going on. So many days they wake up together, brush their teeth, and talk about his schedule. Inside, Pietro thought, he could see them doing this together for a long time. It’s shifting his idea that love is unethical for his field of work. Specifically, he fell in love with Rosaria the moment she was talking about a meeting he had while fixing his cuffs. Another symbol of Pietro’s fondness for Rosaria is evident when he starts putting more plants in his home and office too. Before that, he had artificial plants. Rosaria told him plants would improve his stress, and he took these words seriously.

In terms of Rosaria’s own life, she tells Eve that she’s in love. Rosie explains she’s scared to tell Sal or Tiago or Franco because she works for the man.

One morning Pietro comes to Raphael’s house to discuss some business. It’s unexpected. Pietro lets him in, they talk, Raphael notices Rosie’s purse in the living room although Rosie is hiding in the bedroom. Pietro notices Raphael saw the bag and knew trouble was coming. Days later, Raphael talks to Pietro about the situation. Raphael wants rosaria to be fired because the relationship she has with Pietro is indecent. Pietro is angry, but he complies. Rosaria cries, but Pietro assures her they did nothing wrong.

Walking away from work, even in the midst of her depression, Rosaria comes out different. She’s confident in appearance, self-assured, better at speaking to others instead of rambling. She misses PIetro though, and Pietro misses her.

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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Hi! Could I get HC from the guys? 👀 How they would always react to catching the reader seeing them "badly", in addition to the fact that he usually avoids them, but with his brothers it is incredible and they feel bad because they think they do not like him. But she actually likes them and she looks at them like that because she "studies" them to draw them and she is too clumsy and shy to talk to them, that's why she ends up avoiding them. Until finally he catches her drawing them with lots of hearts or maybe they'll find her notebook with lots of portraits of them.

It's kind of funny because when I study people to draw them, they think that I look at them with hatred xd maybe I should increase my glasses prescription

God, glasses are such a pain in the ass but I have to wear them. If I don't anyone within my near vicinity doesn't have a face. But why they gotta get dirty so easily???? Makes me wanna explode or something

TMNT Headcanons

The boys w/ a quiet reader who is fine with his brothers but acts cold around him and stares a lot

Michaelangelo

mikey couldn't describe his disappointment upon realizing that you didn't want to be friends with him

well, you never actually said that to him

but he was pretty sure it was the case

you'd never made an effort to be friends with him

stared at him an awful lot though, but there was always something off about your gaze when you looked at him

like you were sizing him up, scrutinizing him, like he was an opponent

it kinda worried him

to add to that, you didn't even attempt to look embarrassed when he caught you staring

you'd just stare harder

on your end it was quite the opposite

you always found the brothers fascinating and you LOVED studying their anatomy, you'd confessed this to Donnie early on and he happily indulged in your questions

and you loved how easily you got along with the boys

well, except for Mikey

but it wasn't for a lack of trying

whenever the orange sporting turtle came around your normally flamboyant personality crept back into its little corner and hid

any words of excitement that had previously been with you died in your throat

for the longest time you didn't understand it

and you hated not understanding things, so you turned to your only outlet

that's how you ended up with an entire sketchbook full of the youngest brother in vastly different styles and poses

you had a separate book for the others, none of them as detailed as this

and when you stared to analyze you'd fallen into a habit of not looking away when caught

by your logic, if you stared back hard enough he'd look away first or just assume you'd zoned out

he didn't

and on one hectic day you'd left your sketchbook open on the kitchen table in your rush to get to work

you hadn't even noticed the slip up until Leo texted you to let you know during your shift

instant panic

in truth, Mikey was the one who discovered the book upon waking up from his nap and he'd spent the next three hours analyzing every drawing

when you finally dropped in after work to grab your book the turtle was waiting for you with it in hand

he'd asked you if you hated him

you told him no and accepted your sketchbook from him

he was relieved and screaming excitedly, just in his head

"Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?"

You sighed in relief and nodded

"If you're cool with it- you don't think I'm weird do you?"

"I mean- you are talking to a turtle..."

you lightly shoved his chest and smiled, although it faded within a second

"Oh hush, 10 o'clock tomorrow? I'll bring snacks."

he was so stunned he could only shoot you finger guns in approval

Donatello

Donnie genuinely couldn't understand your unease around him

he'd followed all the proper expectations of holding a conversation

he was polite and engaging

so why wouldn't you talk to him?

this boy has read so many social blogs to try and figure out what he was doing wrong and he just couldn't put his finger on it

you were fine with the rest of his brothers, you'd stay up for hours laughing and gaming with them

you'd even sat still long enough to listen to Leo explain some old Japanese myth that he'd read about in a book

but with him it was always a quick, cordial greetings and farewells with bland small talk in between

Donnie had picked up pretty quickly that you weren't interested in any sort of interaction with him

and he convinced himself that that was okay

but that didn't explain the staring

he'd caught you in the act several times, eyes narrowed and locked on him

especially when you were alone with him in a room or just in the lair

the poor turtle just couldn't put his finger on it

then he caught you drawing, he noticed early on that you always carried a small sketchbook on your person but he didn't think much of it

and it wasn't so much that he caught you drawing, in fact, he wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't snapped at him while he was trying to do a sudoku puzzle

"Damn it Donnie! Stop moving! If I fuck this arm up one more time I'm gonna decompose!"

he'd quickly moved back into the position he was in prior

"sorry?"

but you'd gone silent again, occasionally glancing up from your work and running your eyes along his frame before looking down again

nearly twenty minutes later Donnie had finished the puzzle and it seemed as though you had finished your drawing

"Uh- can I ask what are you-"

"I'm drawing you but you kept moving your arm and making me mess up. You always do that when I draw you so every damn picture I have of you stays a sketch because you always come out looking like a fucking octopus."

He just stared

"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to explode on you like that. I'm just- I'm really bad at talking to you okay? It's so easy with everyone else but you've just gotta be so damn smart all the time and I worry that you'll think I'm boring so I just... don't talk to you?"

Donnie is stunned™

You refuse to show him the drawing until you can complete the line art and color it

But at least he knows that you don't hate him

Leonardo

To be completely honest Leo didn't mind that you were distant from him

You created an aura of calm when you were around and you always managed to distract his brothers while you were present

And he enjoyed the alone time

But after a few months that calm acceptance turned into jealousy

Not that he would ever admit it

He would just push it off and ignore it, that usually seemed to work

So why wasn't it?

And your obvious staring problem didn't help at all

Leo didn't spend much time considering his appearance but something about your gaze made him self conscious

And he hated that with a passion

Why was it that you could hold entire debates with his siblings? Even his dad for gods sake. You'd have hour long conversations on almost everything but whenever he tried to say hello you'd make up some lame ass excuse and scamper away

He just wanted an explanation

It appeared that the answer resided in your sketchbook

You'd left it open on the couch when Raph had called you away to spar with him

Leo very delicately flipped through the pages, careful not to disturb some of the polaroid pictures of his brothers

He was admittedly surprised to find pictures of himself among the pages

One of him in a handstand, another of him meditating, there was even one of him mid sneeze that you'd recreated with pencil and paper

The image of his eyes was the most startling, but the book held no polaroid of his eyes

You drew them from memory

And he was shocked when you returned to the room and didn't immediately panic

But that might have been because he didn't try to withhold your book from you

"It took me three months to color them, your eyes. I could never get the shade of blue just right."

"I'm gonna be honest with you y/n, I really thought you didn't like me."

You had the nerve to roll your eyes and follow it with a laugh

"I don't. I mean- I do but no, you just remind me a lot of myself and I haven't exactly figured out why yet. I thought that maybe if I drew you it'd be easier to figure you out..."

"Well did it help?"

You grinned

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

Raphael

If there was one thing Raph hated it was not understanding something that was right in front of him

which is ironic, as a much younger version of himself probably couldn't care less

and a part of him wishes he didn't care about it so much

he wishes that your blatant avoidance of him didn't upset him

but shit, it got under his skin better than any needle ever could

was it too much to ask for you to just tell him what he said or did wrong?

was he asking too much of you?

but on the same scale you'd never shown obvious dislike towards him, you were never rude and you sure as hell didn't talk shit about him to his brothers

you got along great with them

in fact it was getting more difficult to remember a time before you became a part of his family

he'd become so used to your presence that it no longer put him off when he found you hanging around the lair

but in another sense he was certain that you hadn't spoken more than three sentences to him in your time knowing him or his family

so what was the reason

several months in he finally caught onto the staring, your narrow, glassy gaze locked onto his body and refusing to look away

he stared right back at you

this annoyed you for several reasons

because within five seconds your very peaceful drawing session had turned into a staring contest and your eyes were getting VERY dry

then you exhaled in a half-sigh and looked back down at your paper

"Huh, I guess your head is more of an oblong shape..."

he took offense to this

"What tha' hell is that supposed t'mean?"

now your eyes held more of an amused silent judgement, you begrudgingly held up your sketchbook

"I'm drawing you, you fucking walnut."

"Oh..."

now you rolled you eyes and tossed the book to him, he nearly dropped it and fumbled with the pages

your annoyance was quickly growing

"Careful with that."

He flipped through the pages at a snails pace, assumingly because he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing

you had some real talent

when he looked back up at you he was wearing that crooked smile

"and here I was thinkin' that my eyes were just green."

Hope I was able to get this down pretty well! I really enjoyed writing this one! Thanks for the patience!

-Mars 🌠

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 8

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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His brothers would always know whenever he went to see her as he’d always come back with a content smile on his face. Deep down, he wished that Y/N could’ve met Cynthia. They would have made great friends as they were the only 2 people who could make him smile like this. Mammon may not have been able to save Y/N, but he swore that he would protect Cynthia, no matter the cost.

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CHAPTER 8 - The Great Pancake Debate (2261 words)

It’s been almost 6 months since you arrived in the Celestial Realm. Needless to say, you are quite certain that these last 6 months have been the craziest and stressful months of your life! When you told Simeon and Luke about you staying here, to say they were ecstatic would be an understatement. Luke jumped for joy and wouldn’t stop rambling about all the fun you were going to have. When you told them about God appointing them to help teach you about the Realm, Luke practically did a double take and it took an hour to calm him. Now you have Simeon teaching you about politics and Luke about how to use your wings and powers. On your second day there, Michael woke you up, or well came to get you as you didn’t get any sleep. Turns out, while the Devildom is constant at night, the Celestial realm is constant day and thanks to the floor to ceiling windows, there was no way for you to stop sunlight from coming in. You were introduced to the council at breakfast. Note to self, the brothers breakfasts are QUIET AND PEACEFUL compared to Archangels off duty. The first thing you saw were 2 angels passionately arguing over which pancake topping was the best, strawberries or blueberries. At some point a third angel cut in claiming chocolate chips were the best and all heaven (would you replace hell with heaven here? idk) broke loose. As for me, I just started chuckling in disbelief while making my way over to pick up a pancake of my own when the angel arguing on behalf of the strawberries saw you.

“Hey kid, what topping do you prefer, strawberries, blueberries, or chocolate chips? It’s strawberries right?”

“Actually, I prefer them plain with maple syrup. Although if Satan was the one making it, I’d go for the one with poison berries. Contrary to their name, they’re not actually poisonous and quite sweet.” All the angels present looked at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, save for Michael who just sat there eating his breakfast hoping to leave soon and get to work.

“Kid, did you say Satan?” The angel arguing on behalf of blueberries asked. “Yeah… Blond hair, teal eyes, Avatar of Wrath, Luci’s son? Ring a bell?” Turning to Michael, blueberry angel asked,

“Micheal, who are they and why are they wearing Lucifer’s old get up?” “This is Y/N. They will be staying here and taking Samael’s spot on the council until their agreement with Father ends and they return to the Devildom. Father has asked us to teach them about how our Realm operates and how to successfully fulfill Samael’s former position flawlessly, unless they want to return now and leave heaven early?” Michael turned towards you with a smirk on his face as he asked the last part.

“Very funny Mike. You and I both know I won’t do that no matter how bad you want me to.”

“What did I say about calling me that?!” Micheal’s smirk turned into something short of a snarl.

“Well, if you won’t take me seriously, neither will I. You want me to call you by your name, earn it and stop being an butt… I meant an butt… Why can’t I swear?!”

“This is the Celestial Realm Y/N. Angels don’t swear.” Michael said smugly over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“God Dang it! Argh! Fudge!. Dang it! Ya know what, forget it, my entire mood is ruined. Thanks Michael!”

“Anytime.”

Shooting Michael one last glare, I sighed and turned to the rest of the baffled angels in the room.

“Yes, what Michael said is true. Stuff happened in the Devildom which I will not get in too-”

“The demon king made Samael kill them.”

“Ok, Mike, first off, he didn’t, I ordered him too, second, I thought I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What gives you the right to tell them huh?”

“I felt like it.”

“You son of a beach.” I turned back to the rest of the angels. “Not a word about it. Anyway, due to some personal issues, I made a deal with Father to stay here on the condition that I take over Lucifer’s spot on the council until he either kicks me out or until our agreement has ended.”

“If I may, when will this agreement of yours be over?” The blueberry angel asked.

“I will be returning to the Devildom once Lord Diavolo has been crowned king and his father is 100% out of the picture. Now if you don’t mind me asking, could you introduce yourselves?” “Oh how rude of us, I’m sorry, I am Gabriel.” Gabriel had chestnut brown medium length hair, reaching shoulders. His eyes were a dull green. He wore a white turtleneck and had a light green shawl with golden tassels. He pointed to the strawberry angel. “This is Raphael and he’s Uriel.” He pointed to the chocolate chip angel. Raphael had long reddish-orange hair put up in a high ponytail. His eyes were a stormy gray. He wore a simple light gray half sleeve with an off the shoulder white cape and little decor. Uriel had short gray hair and golden eyes that almost seemed to sparkle. He wore something that reminded you of an off white scholar's robe with gray accents. “These are Saraqael, and Raguel.” He pointed to 2 of the quieter angels who didn’t participate in “the great pancake debate”. “We make up the Archangel council and we’re happy to have you Y/N.” Gabriel finished off with a smile. You were just barely able to make out a little “Not all of us” from Michael. You decided to ignore it, and then, like all the decisions you’ve ever made, it was the wrong one. Sitting back down you asked,

“So, quick question. What started The Great Pancake Topping debate?”

Breakfast ended 2 hours later with upset angels, and pancakes, everywhere…

In the Devildom. After they lost Y/N

Levi went straight to his room as soon as they got home. As soon as he closed and locked the door he went straight to Henry’s fishbowl, picked it up and sat in his bathtub, hugging the bowl as he cried. ‘Why do I feel like this?! I only like 2D characters and Ruri-chan, not 3D people. How do I miss them?... Why did they leave me? They were my player 2.’ “Well it makes sense, no one would want to stay with a worthless shut in of an otaku like me” he said to the empty room. Henry 2.0 glubbed a bubble in response. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you Henry?” *Glub* “No you wouldn’t… I miss them.” Levi stayed in his tub hugging Henry 2.0 until he fell asleep.

Present

It was another late night, Levi was bingeing a new anime ‘I fell in love with a 3D girl but I’m afraid she’ll leave me after finding out that I’m an otaku who rarely leaves their room’ . He was halfway through the 9th episode when he got a notification from Mononoke Island. One of his raid mates was stuck and needed some help. He paused his marathon to help his fellow mate and stayed up until the early hours of the morning switching between playing Mononoke and watching his anime. Stumbling into the dining room for breakfast the next morning, he was met with complete silence. Lucifer had left early, Belphie was asleep, Beel was too absorbed in eating, Satan in his book and Asmo on his phone to even notice him enter the room. Mammon was busy in the human world helping out sone witches. Levi sat down in his normal spot, taking whatever was left as he mentally prepared himself for the day. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day at RAD, still dressed in his uniform, Levi left as quickly as he could. There was an anime expo happening in the human realm right now and there was some ultra-rare limited edition Ruri-chan merch being sold there. He had gotten Lucifer’s permission to attend the expo so long as he was back by 11. Existing the portal and making his way to the expo, Levi thought about the last expo he attended with Y/N. They cosplayed as Erin and Levi from Attack on Titan and spent the entire day surrounded by fellow anime nerds. They had also booked a room at a nearby hotel. It was 3 days of bonding time for them. Entering the expo, Levi decided he would get something for them as decor for their headstone put in memory of them in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. Nearing the line for Ruri-chan merch, Levi noticed someone staring intensely at him. He decided to ignore them but keep a loose eye on them, just in case. He got to the front of the line and purchased 4 of the Ruri-chan collection kits. One for use, one for display, one to keep and sell in the future, and one for Y/N. He decided to wander around a little more to see if anything else would catch his eye while he was here. He spotted a Black Butler station and remembered the jokes he and Y/N would crack about Barbatos and Sebastian. He passed a Fate/Stay Night stand and remembered their conversations on which heroic class they would belong to. Levi would have been the perfect Lancer. He passed countless other stalls, each of them holding a memory he made with Y/N. Distracted by his trip down memory lane, Levi forgot all about the person stalking him. He went and purchased some dinner from one of the stalls before sitting down and pulling out his DDD and looked at some pictures of Y/N and him at their last expo. He didn’t look up from his phone until he felt someone sit opposite of him. Levi looked up to see some middle aged man just sitting there on his phone. He didn’t have any food, merch, or even look like someone interested in an anime expo. Feeling an uncomfortable aura emitting from this man, Levi got up and left. He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the man wasn’t following him. He left the expo and went down an alleyway to open up a portal back to the Devildom when he accidentally bumped into someone dropping his purchases.

“S-sorry”

“That’s quite alright.” The stranger extended a hand out to let him up. “Say, I’d love to know where you got your uniform from. No schools around here have uniforms like that one.”

Looking up, Levi saw the same man that was watching him with a twisted smile. Masking his fear, he mumbled an excuse about being in a rush and tried to dash around him. Before he could get 2 steps down the alley, the man grabbed him and pushed him further into the alleyway. Levi’s head struck the wall hard leaving him dazed for a moment.

“I didn’t think my intel about finding a RAD attendee at the expo would be true but whaddya know? Seems I caught myself a demon.”

Levi, now more aware of his surroundings, realized he was cornered by a demon hunter. Despite being in an alleyway, there were too many people around for him to do anything rash. Without missing a beat, the hunter pulled out an enchanted dagger aiming straight for Leviathan’s heart. Levi rolled and dogged last minute before colliding into someone’s chest. That person in question wrapped his arms around Levi’s chest and put their own dagger to his throat.

“I know you’re there! Come on out and I might spare your friend's life!” The hunter holding Levi yelled. When no one stepped out, the dagger held by Levi’s neck began pushing on his skin. Levi felt a flare of pain and against his better judgement, transformed. His tail wrapped around hunter 2’s leg and flipped him over while the first hunter charged at him, only to be blown to the ground as a powerful gust of wind knocked him over.

“Jeez Levi, you’re lucky I was here. Seriously, why didn’t ya do somethin’ earlier? Maybe then I wouldn’t have ta save yo ass.” Mammon stepped out from the darkness with a bored look on his face.

“Come on, Lucifer’s waiting for ya back home. LOOK OUT!” Levi turned around just in time to see Hunter number 2 taking a swing at his neck and managed to duck just in time. Mammon then charged over punching the hunter square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“T-thanks M-mammon.”

“No problem. Come on, let’s get ya back home before any more of them show up.”

Stepping through the portal, a question plagued Levi’s mind.

“Mammon, how did you know I was in trouble?”

“Some witches summoned me. I overheard them talk about some hunter group getting a tip about a possible demon being at some expo. Then I realized that it was the same one you were going to, so I decided to go there myself to make sure ya weren’t followed. I’m glad I did too.”

“Th-thank you Mammon. Really.”

“Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?”

Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room.

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How would the mafia boys break the news that their lover is expecting a child to his brothers? It seems like that is a big thing that might keep him away from work occasionally, so obviously they need to know (plus they're family). I kinda wanna see how the brothers would react to finding out they'll be uncles too. 😺

i originally was going to do short headcannons but i fell in love with this idea so i did leo instead 😂 i hope you enjoy 💙 if you want another brother, do let me know 🤍

"And that will be all gentlemen. I thank you for your time, you are free to leave. That is, aside from Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo please" It was rare to be called back in one of these meetings, it usually ended in a screaming match between the brothers.

"I should mention, alone" Leo clarified, eyes settling on their assistants who nodded and left the room.

Immediately the boys looked between each other, trying to figure what was going on.

'What the fuck did you do, Mikey?!' 'I really don't want to have another lecture Mikey, whateever he says confess and move on' 'What did I do???'

"So you may be wondering why I have called you in" Leo begins, sitting on the table nonchalantly. Before him, the youngest turtle gulps nervously before cracking under his gaze.

"Look bro, if it's about that painting I swear I was going to replace it-" Mikey begins but Leo cuts him off, shaking his head.

"No it's about.... wait what did you just say??" He eyes at his youngest brother while he chuckles, shuffling in his seat.

"Whaaaat? Me? I ain't said a thing. No sir" He grins but Leo scoffs, cracking his knuckles.

"We'll come back to that later. But the thing is well.... I wanted to say that I'm going to be a father. Y/N is pregnant" Leo smiles warmly at his brothers who stare blankly at him. Okay.... not the reaction I wanted...

"That sounds very..... nauseatin" "Uh.... good for you?" "Oh shit, did your condom break? Or was it planned?"

Ignoring the comments, the eldest turtle goes on. "Which means I can't run this place as much anymore. In fact, after this week I will not be in for a while-" He didn't anticipate the whoops and cheers that would leave their mouths before that sentence even finished.

"Yes!" "Finally!" "I knew God would listen to me, one day"

"Guys, grow up" Leo sighs irritably, his frown deepening at his brothers foolishness.

"Look Leo, I'm happy for you. Sure, you may not be the most good looking out of us all and your humour is absolutely shit. And you have the personality of a brick and.... wait where was I going with this?-" A flick is given to the back of his head causing Mikey to scowl at the person.

"What Mikey means to say is we're happy for you. You deserve to be a father even if your future is looking like nothing but screaming and wailing over diapers and shit and random crying over nothing-" Donnie rambles, his face setting to a disgusted look.

"Don! Look Leo, if yer happy then we're supportin ya...... Even if you are an extremely pompous, ignorant asshole who feels the need to-"

"You know, this isn't making me feel better you little twerps" Leo glares, loosening his tie from the stress.

"Don't worry Leo, you know the first thing I'm going to corrupt your kid's mind. Actually, the idea of being an uncle is starting to sound real fun" Mikey laughed.

"They can't be wearin the typical baby stuff, if we're related then they gotta be lookin real slick" Raph looked at Leo and then frowned at his outfit. "Actually, leave the closet ta me altogether"

"I volunteer to teach them. I can't have my niece or nephew being uneducated. And I don't trust schools to provide them with the skills they need" The boys discussed over the key points for the birth while Leo face palmed.

Even though they rambled on, Leo knew he couldn't ask for better uncles for his unborn child. He knew one thing that he would be the father that he never had. And that excited him. He knew his brothers would have his back though everything too.

#tmnt mafia!leonardo #tmnt mafia!michelangelo #tmnt mafia!raphael #tmnt mafia!donatello #tmnt mafia!turtles #tmnt mafia!turtles fluff

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loveinterestcastiel · 3 years

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sursum corda

Part one of a new canon divergent series, “A Sacrament to Be Taken Kneeling”

Summary: the opening dialogue to the eucharistic prayer, or anaphora, translated to english means “lift up your hearts”, and is the beginning of a devout worshipper’s holy communion with god

Canon divergent from 6x22, this one is rated M for religious blasphemy, power dynamics, and mature subject matter (later installments will be rated E for violence, sexual content, and graphic depictions of blood). Honestly this is just a fucked up exploration of the catholicnatural that could have been if the spn writers hadn’t been cowards and had instead really leaned into the whole Godstiel thing, and his dynamic with Dean. I’m going to hell for this and you know what? That’s just fine with me.

It can be read here or in AO3! Enjoy <3

Castiel was brighter than the sun, and he was beautiful. He was the most terrifying thing Dean had ever seen, because somewhere in there, he could still see Cas, the old Cas. He let Crowley go. Dean was going to kill that demon, but- later. Later, when they got out of here and got Sammy put back together.

Then Castiel blew Raphael up with nothing more than a snap of his fingers, and their most formidable adversary, after all these months, was suddenly just a bloody smear on the wall. The last Apocalyptic threat, gone, just like that, leaving Dean and Bobby alone with a Cas-gone-nuclear.

They were so, so fucked.

Cas looked over to Dean, his face softening incrementally but still distinctly smug.

"So you see," he said, turning away from Dean and moving as if to inspect his explosive handiwork, "I saved you."

Dean Winchester is saved.

“You sure did, Cas,” Dean said faintly, drifting further into Cas’s orbit as if somehow compelled. Castiel didn’t acknowledge him, keeping his back turned, his spine ramrod straight. Damage control. Holy fucking shit, damage control right now. “Thank you.”

“You doubted me. Fought against me.” He slowly turned to face Dean, a mockery of their first meeting in that rundown barn years ago, tilting his head the same way, his blue eyes the same limitless color and just as mesmerizing, but somehow about a million times more unsettling. “But I was right all along.”

Dean’s stomach swooped. “Okay, Cas, you were. We’re sorry,” he added quickly, his breath shallow and shaky. “Now let’s just defuse you, okay?” he suggested, the words cumbersome and heavy in his mouth.

Cas narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly before relaxing again. “What do you mean?” he asked icily.

Dean forged on desperately. “You’re full of nuke. It’s not safe, so before the eclipse ends, let’s get them souls back to where they belong.” Oh, he felt like he was going to be sick. Please, Cas, please just listen to me…

“Oh, no, they belong with me,” Cas countered, his tone almost patronizing, like he was speaking to a child.

“No, Cas,” Dean interrupted before his brain or his fear could catch up to him. “It’s- it’s scrambling your brain.”

“No, I’m not finished yet,” he said firmly, with the ghost of a cold smile tugging on his features. “Raphael had many followers, and I must-” Cas paused, choosing his words, “punish them all severely,” he finished deliberately.

Bobby’s eyes darted over to Dean. He was visibly horrified.

Okay. One last effort. Okay.

Dean shoved down his fear and tried again. “Listen to me.” He stepped closer to Cas, swallowing hard as his voice fought to stick in his throat and looking steadily into his eyes. “Listen- I know there’s a lot of bad water under the bridge. But we were family, once,” he pleaded. “I’d have died for you. I almost did a few times.” Castiel’s face remained impassive but Dean continued. “So if that means anything to you- please,” he begged, abandoning his pride. “I’ve lost Lisa, I’ve lost Ben, and now I’ve lost Sam. Don’t make me lose you too.”

Castiel wrenched his eyes away from Dean’s and cast his gaze down to the floor between them. Was he considering it?

“You don’t need this kind of juice anymore, Cas,” he tried to reason. “Get rid of it before it kills us all.”

A beat.

“You’re just saying that because I won,” Cas mused, raising his gaze back up to look at Dean again, pinning him there like a specimen under a microscope. “Because you’re afraid . You’re not my family, Dean,” he said, closing the remaining distance between them until he stood less than an arm’s reach away, positively radiating power, the air vibrating with it. “You’re just… human.”

His eyes lingered on Dean’s face, tracing his freckles, his eyelashes. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t seem to find it. Castiel’s face hardened into stone, his next words iron. “I have no family.”

The words rang in Dean’s ears, banging about his brain and battering it into despair. It felt like a small death, his heart pulling on his ribs as he floundered for a new angle to pursue.

And then Sam was there, behind Castiel, and he just stabbed him with an angel blade, and Cas was swaying just a bit with the blade still stuck in his back as Sam gasped for air behind him, clearly distressed and stumbling backwards.

Dean froze, horrified.

What the FUCK were you thinking, Sam?

But- oh. Oh god.

Cas wasn’t dead. It didn’t work. His brain buzzed blankly with a static-y sensation of bewilderment as Cas reached around himself and pulled out the blade- shiny, clean, utterly free of blood- with an alarming squelching noise.

"I'm glad you made it, Sam," Cas said in a distressingly level voice, placing the newly-extricated angel blade on the table in front of him before turning to glance at Sam. “But the angel blade won’t work, because I’m not an angel anymore,” he said, matter-of-fact as could be, as if he hadn’t just dropped yet another massive bomb on their lives. Sam looked to Bobby, his eyes wide, and Bobby shrugged back minutely, similarly floored.

Look at me, Cas, leave Sammy alone, you’ve done enough-

As if he heard Dean’s thoughts- fuck, was he praying?- Castiel turned back to Dean and met his eyes. “I’m your new God,” he said, with an air of authority and immense self-satisfaction permeating his words. “A better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you.”

Bobby’s eyes widened in the periphery of Dean’s vision as time seemed to swirl and slow down to a crawl- clearly, he hadn’t expected this either.

Sammy was strung out and swaying on his feet behind Cas, his eyes darting and rolling over the room as he rode out the hellish things that tormented him in his head, seemingly incapable of reacting to the gravity of the situation as what Cas had done put him out of his mind with fear.

In the span of a heartbeat, Dean made his choice. He had no choice.

He fell to his knees.

The crack of bone on hard tile was near agony. His gun clattered uselessly to the ground beside him as he shifted his gaze to land somewhere around the hem of Castiel’s coat. He couldn’t look at his face. Couldn’t meet his eyes. It was almost impossible to believe the terrifying figure before him was once his closest friend, and had saved him from Heaven and Hell alike before he had turned into whatever this was.

His throat was dry. He forced himself to swallow, drawing his tongue over his bottom lip as he tried to find the right words.

Bobby started to kneel, too. Survival instincts, probably. He’d have never gotten this old without them, anyway.

“My lord,” he began hesitantly.

The new God waved his hand dismissively at the title. “Castiel.”

“Castiel,” Dean corrected himself. Great start, you fuck up. “Cas, I swore my obedience to Heaven, once. To God, and his angels. To you,” his voice cracked as he risked a glance at the former angel. His eyes were like fire. Glowing. Unreal.

Bobby interrupted: “Dean, no-”

But Castiel snapped up a hand, palm out, and Bobby’s mouth moved, but no sound came out. “You will be silent,” Castiel ordered, his eyes never leaving Dean. He looked intrigued by Dean’s sudden compliance and admission. “I’d like to hear what you have to say, Dean. What can you possibly say to justify your lack of faith in me up until now? I could have cast you back into the pit, and Sam, too, had I not done this, all of it, for you.”

“I know you did, Cas,” Dean said. “Thank you. I- thank you. You were right, about everything, and I should have listened to you. I was wrong. I should have trusted you.” The words tasted like poison in his mouth. A part of him meant it. A part of him was just desperate enough to say anything. The rest of him wanted to see the cold monster in front of him dead. But how could he turn back now, without sentencing them all to death? If he played his cards right, he might even be able to save Castiel. Surely if he could get him to let go of those souls, he’d start to see reason, would be Cas again. But he was getting ahead of himself. Gotta think a little more short-term, right now. Band-aids and duct tape, not trauma surgery.

“I was blind,” Dean said, “and proud. I took you for granted, and I can do better. Be better. For- for you.”

He had never felt so weak. Groveling to his dad was different. He was his dad’s son, sure, but there was no love there. It was all survival, clinical, even his rage and his fists when Dean didn’t do enough to earn his mercy were detached. Duty and discipline and disappointment. This was different. It was hot with near-tears, messy and filled with grief for a man who wasn’t even dead. He wasn’t lying earlier when he told Cas he was like a brother to him. It was the closest comparison he had for what the angel was to his heart. He had never needed anyone like he needed Castiel- because he wasn’t Sammy, or Bobby, or Lisa, or Ben, or Cassie, or any other category of need. He was just Cas. And Dean wanted him in his life. Or he used to, anyway.

“I don’t know what I can do to make it right between us, Cas,” he said, his throat tightening slightly. “But I want to,” Dean offered, looking down in shame. “I want to be-” he choked out.

“What do you want, Dean?” Castiel asked, taking another step forward, the very picture of authority and control. One more step and Dean could reach out and touch him. The air was electric, heady with power as it positively radiated from his body.

He lifted his head to meet Castiel’s eyes in a pose of supplication, his knees aching, his eyes burning with tears as the situation started to overwhelm him. “I want to be forgiven,” he gasped out. “Cas, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive us.”

“And Sam’s betrayal?” Castiel inquired, casting new fear into Dean’s heart. “He stabbed me in the back. And he has not knelt as you have. Why should I offer him mercy?” he mused.

“Look at him, Cas,” Dean said quietly. Sam was hunched over on the floor in the corner, holding his head in his hands, rocking slightly into the wall and pushing off of it again in a strange repetitive motion. “He can’t follow any of this. I don’t think he even knows where we are. It’s been getting worse as time passes. He was slightly more coherent an hour ago, but-” Dean shook his head. “I think he was just trying to protect me. I don’t think he even knew who you were, just- saw a threat and tried to take it out.”

Cas made a noncommittal little noise, glancing over to where Sam had retreated.

“Cas,” Dean said, drawing his attention back to himself. “He didn’t know what he was doing. Can you try to forgive him that?” he pleaded as the first tear escaped and ran down his cheek.

“And in return?”

“Anything,” Dean swore. “Just- Cas, please. I’ll do anything. I will, I swear it. Just please help Sammy.”

“It won’t be as easy as you think,” Castiel warned. “I want your trust, Dean. I want the bond we once had, and your submission to my better judgement, untainted by your... fear.” His voice turned hungry, reminiscent of when they worked that killer Cupid case last year and it turned out to be Famine. To be on the receiving end of desire of that magnitude was by turns exhilarating and horrifying. “I want your love.”

“Cas,” Dean said faintly, unable to tear his eyes away from his friend’s face even as Bobby attempted to fight his holy gag order from his place next to him. “I… I’ll try. For you,” he added, trying to add a note or resolve to his voice as his thoughts roared in fear and grappled with the idea, stuck on the precipice of this terrible new unknown he had run up against. But he truly had no choice. Sink or swim.

“I swear, Cas,” he said, raising his hand to his heart, “I’ll try.”

Castiel’s eyes softened. They stopped glowing.

Suddenly, for a moment, he looked just like himself. More than that, he looked heartbreakingly human.

He moved suddenly, sending Dean’s heart sprinting again for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

But he didn’t hurt him. He didn’t hurt Sam, or smite Bobby, or engage in any sort of holy wrath. He just kneeled, in front of Dean, and clasped his clammy hands briefly in his own warm, dry ones before shifting them both to his right hand and raising his right palm to Dean’s cheek, his eyes darting over his features with an air of disbelieving gratitude. It was so...

Castiel had lovely hands, Dean noticed. Strong, soft, and broad, with a gentle grip and long, agile fingers. So different from Dean’s own hands, already scarred from the last few years of wear and tear since his resurrection. Of course, he’d noticed before. Noticed that sort of thing about Castiel, how he used his hands to fight, to pray, to eat and to comfort, how they looked drenched in blood and how they looked at rest. How they looked striking a blow to his own face, and how they looked when he healed him. They were one of a million things Dean knew about him better than he knew himself.

“Oh, Dean,” he said softly, “That’s all I ask of you. Just try. Lift up your heart to me, and I will give you everything.”

Dean inhaled sharply, his chest tight as he leaned into the touch. "It's yours," he breathed out, "It's all yours, Cas."

Castiel smiled, and the world fell away.

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 3 years

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Business AU - Working Late, Part 7

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

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^^^^^ my actual thoughts after writing this.

There was no denying that he was still thinking about that Saturday night. The feeling had been extraordinary. It’s been some time ever since he felt like this, but there was also something more. And he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

First thing he did on Monday when getting to work was to lock himself in his office, his thoughts empty as he repeatedly drummed a pen against his desk, his gaze hardly focusing on anything. He did call for someone though at some point, taking this waiting time as an opportunity to collect his thoughts into something comprehensible.

Some knocks were heard at the door, a single “yes” escaping Donnie, an approval for the newcomer to come in. Next came into view another turtle adorning a red do-rag, this one much more massive when compared to the bespectacled mutant. It was none other than Raphael, the muscular terrapin a rare sight in the building as he was often more out to meet clients than stuck behind a desk.

“What’s up?” he started, closing the door behind him. “I’m on a tight schedule, so it better be important.”

Raph did frown a little as he noticed his brother’s composure, the purple clad mutant’s eyes speaking volumes.

“I, uhm... I need some advice,” finally said Donnie.

“What kind? A client’s giving you troubles?” added the other, taking a seat.

Donatello tsked, quickly waving that query away: “No, I know how to deal with those. ... It’s more of a personal matter. A... relationship one.”

Raph’s eyes widened a little, then relaxing his stance with an amused smirk.

“Well, well, well... back in business, I see? I thought that receptionist situation would keep you out of the market for quite some time.”

“Oh please, that girl was crazy. I’m just glad she moved out of the city. ... It’s been more than a year, I’ve moved on.”

“What’s the matter then?” added the red clad terrapin. “You forgot how to socialize or somethin’?”

Donnie quietly chuckled, leaning back in his chair, then thoughtful.

“Oh no, I’ve been socializing, alright... I just don’t want to fuck it up, you know? Things have been going so well now and on this last Saturday we took it a lil’ further-”

“How much further?”

“We kissed.”

“Bro, that’s nothin’.”

Tension was broken for a moment, both brothers snickering. That did help Donnie and calmed his thoughts a little.

“Who is it though?” next asked Raphael. “Someone working here or... ?”

“She’s a project manager for our creative team. She got here from Montréal a couple months back and we met one night by pure coincidence as we were both working late. Her name’s Véronique, but I call her Vee.”

“Oohh, already on a nickname basis, now that’s a feat,” teased the other.

“Please, she asked me to call her like that on the first night we met.”

“Ay, you know I’m just pokin’ some fun at you. ... What’s the matter, then? Why aren’t you talking about that to Leo or Mikey?”

“Because,” started Donnie. “Leo would try to dissuade me into pursuing this relationship, and Mikey well ... you know him. He’d say: ‘Invite her to my place and have her swim in the pool. Girls love pools!’,” mimicked the purple clad mutant. “... You know he’d only want that so he can have a look at her as well. I ain’t having none of that shit.”

Raph laughed once again, acknowledging those statements.

“And, to be frank,” added the bespectacled one. “I value your judgement. You get straight to the point and that’s what I need right now.” He leaned foward a little on his desk, hands joined. “So my concern is; what should I do next? We have interest for one another - we openly expressed as much. We obviously have a good chemistry together... but how do I know she’s the one? ... She feels different from anything, anyone, I’ve ever been with before, may it be in terms of relationships or not.”

“Easy,” shrugged Raph. “Have sex with her.”

“Raph!”

“I’m serious! ... You wanna know if she’s the one? Show yourself vulnerable before her. If there’s something more between you two, it’ll click.”

Donnie sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing them in slight annoyance.

“Okay so what, I just have to sleep with her, no strings attached? I hope you’re not suggesting for me to force myself upon her.”

“Hell no, stupid. I said be vulnerable, not a psycho,” frowned the red clad mutant. “Look ... you wanted my opinion, there it is. I believe in deep connections, and if right now you’re already feeling something special between you two, I don’t see what’s bad about wanting to explore that and see if there’s truly something more. ... Also, people can fuck for the fun of it, I hope you know that?”

Donnie exhaled sharply, half of a smile next on his lips: “I suddenly regret asking for your opinion, but I do see your point.”

“I’m sure you can be a gentleman about all of that.”

“My brain turns to goo whenever I’m with her. I try not to show it, but damn... I don’t think she’d get to that point though, I don’t know...”

“As long as it naturally gets there, that’s what matters. ... Those things are felt, Donnie. I’m not saying to rush it, but rather to not be scared.”

The purple clad one conceeded, lowkey admiring his brother’s wisdom about the matter. He finally rose from his seat, inviting Raph to do the same.

“Alright, I won’t take more of your time. You’ve given me enough food for thought.”

“‘Bout time, I have to go Uptown, I’ll be late ‘cause of you,” Raph teased, playfully nudging his brother’s shoulder along the way.

“Har, har, very funny,” added the other, opening the door so both could exit the room.

As they were about to say their goodbyes, a voice rose, followed by the light clicking sound of hurried heels against the floor.

“Donnie, good timing!”

Both turtles turned their attention to a woman coming their way; Vee. She was holding a pile of documents, already taking some apart and then handing them to the tall terrapin when she was next to him.

“I’ll need you to sign some of these before Wednesday. Some designs for an upcoming project need an approval and I thought you’d be the best for that task. And I- ...” She stopped, finally noticing the other mutant. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“Absolutely not,” smiled Donnie, properly holding the documents now. “We had just finished our small meeting, actually.” He gestured the woman to his brother: “Raph, this is Vee, our newest project manager addition.”

The red clad turtle grinned, extending his hand to the human in a proper greeting.

“Ah yes, Donnie mentionned you a couple of times.”

“Oh dear, I hope it wasn’t in a bad way,” lightly laughed Vee, shaking Raph’s hand.

“I would never,” reassured Donnie gently, his free hand instinctively resting at the small of her back.

A faint blush appeared on the woman’s cheeks, next adjusting her hold on the documents as her handshake with Raph ended.

“Not to be a party pooper, but I’ve gotta run,” she said with a smile. “I have a lot of stuff to hand out. Have a good day you two!”

She made sure to cross Donnie’s gaze before walking away, wanting to express her small longing to him. As she was back on her way, Raph did not hesitate to follow her frame, judging her for a moment. He finally looked back at Donnie with a look of approval.

“... Brother, you got taste.”

Donnie only replied by hiding his face with the documents he was holding.

***

Raph had said to not be scared, but Donnie couldn’t help still feeling that way. A part of him wanted to spend every moments with Vee, but on the other hand he didn’t want to appear too clingy or demanding. Gotta savor it like a fine wine, he’d try to reason. ... But frankly he just wanted to chug the damn bottle.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and so far he had only exchanged some words with her on Monday, then Wedneseday when he handed her back the approved documents he reviewed. Then he’d retreat to his office and think. And think. And think.

A ping from his computer got him out of his reverie, noticing a direct message notification.

His heart skipped a beat, his lips forming a thin line as he thought about what to answer.

Hey, wanna bang? Gosh, he felt dirty thinking about that... Keep it natural, Donnie, you don’t have to think about that for now. See where things go from there, naturally.

ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION. ABORT!!!! He felt so goddamn cheesy after sending that.

If it were up to him 100%, he’d get on his feet right this instant and sweep her off to anywhere she’d want to go. But he tried to keep it cool:

You’re the best one so far...

More like I’ll be lying down on the floor, a blushing mess. He couldn’t erase his smile, rereading again and again this conversation. He’d definitely have to think of something!

***

Later in the afternoon, as people were finishing their day, Donnie had reclused himself back into his drawing room, continuing some work on the Lowline plans. He was so focused that he did not hear Vee come in, the woman calmly making her way to his position.

“Hey...” she started softly, leaving a hand on his shoulder.

Donnie gasped, his hand holding a pencil jerking and leaving a long mark on the paper. Both froze, eyes wide as they witnessed the horror.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that much!” apologized Vee, already on the look out for an eraser. “Here, let me help you with that.”

“No it’s alright. I, uh...”

Donnie’s sentence died as the woman was now hunched close to him, already removing traces of that nasty mistake.

“I could’ve done it. I...”

His voice was hushed, having a hard time to keep focus on Vee’s movement, prefering to look at her features instead.

“I ... I could do it,” he added.

Vee slowed her movement, finally looking at Donnie.

“Do what?”

He paused, his heart drumming in his chest.

“This...”

He delicately placed a finger under Vee’s chin, not even needing to move much in order to bring them both closer for a soft kiss. The woman was surprised at first, but she quickly melted, not even denying that she had been craving the feeling as well since that Saturday night... She dropped the eraser, her hands prefering to trail along the mutant’s scales. As they broke the kiss to breathe, Donnie brought her closer to his sitting position, Vee now standing inbetween his legs. No words needed to be said, this sudden electrifying feeling passing through them. The terrapin’s hands couldn’t get off of her, either lost in her hair or tracing her back. The more they joined in a kiss, the more they wanted to be closer. At some point the turtle acted on instinct as he rose up, his hold on the woman’s hips as he laid her against the inclined drafting board. The paper crinkled underneath, but he gave no care in the world about that. Their kiss was heating up, a low pleasured churr rumbling in Donnie’s chest as he stood close to Vee’s core, feeling her desire as strong as his.

The distant sound of people talking and laughing, still around and about to exit the building, brought them both to a stop - looking at the room’s entrance, as if afraid someone would pop in at any second.

Both were lightly panting, their smiles shy after what happened. Donnie took that moment of grace to study Vee’s features, gently brushing away some wild strands of hair off her face. He straightened his stance back up afterward, helping the woman back on her feet.

“Welp, and here I came only to wish you a good evening,” chuckled Vee, adjusting her clothes.

“I’m sorry,” added the mutant in a similar tone.

“Don’t be ... I liked that.”

She rested her hands on his chest, slowly rubbing the fabric of his shirt over his plastron.

“I can’t stay late tonight, but I won’t prevent you from doing so. ... Just don’t stay here too late though.”

“No promises.”

“Please, don’t overwork yourself,” softly pleaded Vee.

“Don’t worry...” he reassured with a smile, a hand cupping the other’s cheek.

They added one good evening kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. A pleasant omen for feelings to come...

((Part 8))

#it's-a-moi #business au #dammmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnn #usual sorry if there's mistakes #I need to go to bed right now #BUT I COULDN'T STOP WRITING FSDJFHBSDBFBSDHFBSD

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remmushound · 3 years

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Bay/rise 34!! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz @yarchurr @dakotafinely @yarchurr @sententiously-sarcastic @sprinklestheditty

“This is fucking stupid.” Raph was pacing anxiously, his frustrations coming out in the form of heavy breaths.

“I totally agree.” Donnie agreed, “But you know Leo. He’d not gonna let this go.”

“He he fucking ought to! We ain’t got time for this shit!”

The Leo’s were both separately getting ready for the spar, but with such an open space it was nearly impossible for them to get out of each other's line of sight. This resulted in what could only be described as a heated staring content between the both of them as they sharpened their katana and odachi almost passive-aggressively. The brothers and sister of both proud ninja were intermingled in a group together— their brothers’ antics weren’t enough to drive them apart completely, but it was enough for a wedge to be stuck between them.

“Is Leo gonna be okay?” Michelangelo appealed to Donatello, grabbing a hold of the older teens arm.

“I don’t know Michael.” Donatello sighed, sticking his nose in the air in his frustration, “Leon’s always getting himself in this kind of trouble! It’s gonna catch up to him eventually!”

“Hopefully not today.” Michelangelo said, looking to Leo. “Other Leo is very large. He’s jumbo sized!”

“Sadly, his brain didn't get the memo.”

Mikey was looking between both of the Leo’s with no small amount of guilt. Donnie had given him the clear after he had calmed slightly and the pain in his chest wasn’t so bad, but now the pain had been replaced with an intense sadness. Michelangelo nudged his brother and pointed to the sad box turtle, and then both brothers nodded at each other with similar intent as they marched over and each took a seat beside Mikey.

“Why the long face?” Michelangelo pouted.

“I dunno, Mike, seems kinda… oblong to me.” Donatello motioned vageuly to Mikey’s face.

Mikey gave the slightest chuckle before he started to cry softly. Michelangelo frowned and looked to Donatello, who quickly pulled a tissue from out of his battle shell and offered it to Mikey. Mikey accepted it and, after a moments thought, said,

“You just carry tissues around wherever?”

“I never know when I’ll have to break out the dramatics~!” Donatello struck a pose.

“Are you okay?” Michelangelo gave Mikey a gentle stroke on the shoulder. “You look sad.”

“I’m just… useless.” Mikey hung his head.

That statement caused both Hamato brothers to erupt in loud, overlaying denial as they practically swarmed Mikey trying to convince him otherwise.

“You’re not!”

“You’re really not.”

“You’re incredible!”

“I once tried nunchucks for a day. Hit myself in the head, cried in a corner, slept in said corner. Very traumatizing.”

“You can do lots of things!”

“Except fight, apparently…” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms. “I just watched my dad and your dad get taken and I did nothing!”

“You’re not the only one who did nothing!” Donatello offered.

Michelangelo swatted Donatello and scowled at him a second before turning back to Mikey. “You panicked— that’s nothing to be ashamed of!”

“We were there! We— we could’ve helped stop them! We—“

“What could we have done…?” Michelangelo asked softly, laying a hand on Mikey’s knee.

Mikey gave a long, tired sigh reminiscent of someone far older with many more years of life bearing down on his shoulders. “Nothing.”

“Exactly.” Michelangelo said, “But what we could’ve done is gotten hurt! He took out all your brothers in one swing! All we would’ve ended up doing is getting taken out with them.”

“But don’t you think—“

“Come on.” Mikey’s words were interrupted by his Leo, who had lost what little patience remained as he strutted forward with the confidence of gods. “Let’s get this over with.”

Leo was the first in the dojo and he stood there as if he was still challenging Leonardo to back down at the cost of his honor. Leonardo didn't move from his place where he was still polishing his odachi.

“Well?” Leo prompted, “Come on! You challenged me to this, remember! Don’t you want to defend your honor?”

Leonardo thought for a second, and then shrugged. “Eh, never really had much of that to begin with. And I have all the time in the world baby!”

Despite his words, Leonardo seemed to accept his counterpart's challenge and stood from his seated position, giving his odachi a few experimental swipes before he came to join Leo in the dojo.

“This ain’t gonna end good...” April shook her head. Her face was painted to match Leonardo’s markings and she brandished a blue flag in support. Upon seeing Leonardo entering the dojo, however, she promptly cheered, “WHOOP WHOOP! YOU GOT THIS LEON!”

The rest of the gathered mutants— all except Raphael, who was still sleeping off his exhaustion— gathered in a tight group to watch as the scene unfolded. Donnie split from the group one last time in an attempt to appeal to his brother.

“Leo, this is crazy!” Donnie said, but it was like talking to a wall, “You can’t fight him!”

“Why not?” Leo asked calmly without dignifying Donnie’s concern with even a glance.

“Well, one, he's a child.” Donnie deadpanned, “And two, we need to be focusing on finding Master Splinter.”

“Trust me Don, this isn’t gonna take very long.”

“What you gonna do, punt the fifteen year old?!”

“He’s the one who picked a fight.” Leo growled.

“Yeah. Oh course he did.” Donnie leaned closer to his brother and spoke slowly, as if Leo were dense, “He’s. A. Teenager. A dumb, confident teenager!”

“So are we.”

“We’re gonna be twenty next month— I hardly think it counts!”

Leo didn't respond. He stared forward with a determined look and simply walked away from Donnie, leaving his younger brother staring after him with a frustrated disbelief.

Leo faced his counterpart. “Do you know the duel rights?”

Leonardo shrugged almost cartoonishly.

“Of course not.” Leo sighed, then carried on, “Rule number one: The offending party has the right to an apology and, if it is accepted by the offended party, then the duel will not carry to term.”

“Okay, so you gonna apologize them?” Leonardo asked, almost hopefully.

Leo narrowed his eyes and gave no answer. “If there is no apology met, then the next rule of order is to choose a second. The seconds are the judges— they try to reach a peace, and if a peace is unable to be met, then we move onto phase three. My second is my brother Raphael.”

Raph grunted softly and split off from the group to hesitantly come to Leo’s side.

“Don, you feeling up to it?” Leonardo looked to his brother.

Donatello gave it a moment's thought before shrugging and sauntering off almost in a bored fashion to Leonardo’s side.

“How do we win?” Leonardo asked.

“To win, you must knock down your opponent and hold your blade to their throat. Rule number three! The seconds try to negotiate a peace.” Leo gave a nod, and Raph lumbered forward to meet Donatello in the middle. The two of them quickly fell to a hushed discussion.

“Hello.” Donatello said, his eyes half-lidded and his voice dull.

“Hey— can’t you just try and get your Leo to apologize?” Raph almost pleaded, “You know this ain’t exactly a fair fight.”

“I know.” Donatello replied with little enthusiasm. “Your Leo’s gonna get knocked flat on his Gluteus Maximus. That’s science terms for buttocks. Aka: ass.”

Raph gave a half-amused snort. “No offense, pancake, but I think we both know that ain’t right.”

“Oh wowwwwww, so original.” Donatello slumped, “I’m so hurt. Then again you do have a good point.

Raph smiled, thinning himself victorious until Donatello added,

“I mean, there’s nothing Maximus about his Gluteus.” Donatello motioned to Leo with his thumb.

“No—” Raph growled and forced a smile as he addressed Donatello with slow words, “What I meant was that your brother is gonna end up with the same fate as a firework on Fourth of July.” He made an explosion motion and added his own sound effects, “I mean— come on! It’s like a dodge against a semi-truck— your bro stands no chance!”

“I think we can stand to disagree on that.” Donatello defended his brother calmly.

Raph fixed Donatello with a deadpan expression. “You’re not gonna back down are you?”

“Negatory.” Donatello finally smiled— little more than a slight curve of his lips, but still a smile. “Or way— would that be an affirmative? Eh. Doesn’t matter. Either way I believe we are done here.”

Without another word, he spun on his heels and carried himself confidently over to his brother’s side. Raph grumbled as he often did before taking his leave a few seconds after. There was a minute of stressful silence as both seconds reported to their brothers before Leo stepped forward again.

“Rule four. Draw your weapon only once there is a medic on sight with his back turned.”

Leonardo whistled. “I mean, not that I couldn’t beat you with my back turned, but seriously?”

“Not you.” Leo growled, “Donnie will be our medic on standby.” Leo motioned the tech genius to turn around, and Donnie hesitantly obeyed. This left only the Mikey’s watching. Once Leo was satisfied, he went on, “Rule five would usually include dueling at dawn, but I hardly think it matters down here.”

Leonardo looked up at the high ceiling and then down at Leo.

“Rules six and seven are also moot given our particular circumstances. Unless you have a god you pray to…?”

“Eh, some may describe me as a God, but I think I forgive myself for my sins~”

It took everything Leo had to keep his cool. “Rule number eight. Your last chance to set the record straight.”

“Hey! That rhymed! Good for you!”

“Wait are you just getting these from the Hamilton Musical?” Donatello started to ask, but was interrupted; even as Leo spoke over him, he still continued to talk until he finished the sentence.

“Rule number nine! Look your enemy in the eye.” He and Leonardo locked gazes, “Meet your enemy in the middle…”

Leonardo and Leo took four paces each until they were directly in front of each other.

“Summon your courage in any way necessary.” Leo said cooly, giving a bow that Leonardo returned, “Take a minute to breathe, then take ten paces back.”

The Leo’s were almost in perfect sync as they took their paces backward, now several paces behind their seconds while still facing each other.

“Ready your sword…”

Twin katana and a single odachi were held at the ready.

“Take one final breath…”

No one in the room breathed.

“And count to ten. One… two… three… four...”

“...five...six…seven… eight... nine...”

“Ten.”

#Fight fight fight!!#yes I got the duel commandments from Hamilton #I couldn’t find any good ones okay?!#I won’t apologize for perfection #donatello will defend his bro till the day he dies #usually with sarcasm

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Kiran, Categorizing

Thank you for the support and patience as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This was so funny to write, I hope you like it!

Summary: Bored during a meeting, Kiran started to sort some of the heroes in a way that he had only done back in his own world, in social media... Now, Sharena, Alfonse and Anna seemed interested in the magical world of the... himbos.

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Kiran’s workload after he was summoned to Askr kept increasing exponentially as the war against various kingdoms dragged on. There were many Heroes to keep track of and many different powers coming to play, so he always had to be careful when suggesting a team or a strategy.

Of course, he couldn’t deny that sometimes he made team compositions mostly based on personal preference or how the heroes would interact with one another rather than how well they complemented each other’s strengths, but he never sent those out to dangerous missions, so he liked to keep that to himself.

Take the meeting going on at that moment, for example; he was shuffling through a list of buff-looking heroes to form a team to explore whatever had been going on inside the Illusory Dungeon. No one knew for certain when phantoms of heroes and compelling songs would start appearing and playing there, but whenever lights shone inside it, Kiran formed one of those teams based on his own preferences just to hear the reports once they came back.

Well, the meeting wasn’t solely for this situation as Anna, Alfonse and Sharena were sitting on the round table around Kiran while talking strategies about the many other skirmishes happening in the country. There were some heroes who still had to go to the Training Tower, so the smallest pile of papers by Kiran’s left was a list of those; there were also heroes raring to go explore the Aether Islands, so the second smallest pile was full of requests from them; there had also been reports about suspicious movements in the woods nearby, so some nimble heroes were needed…

There was a lot to do, so Kiran was taking his time to at least form a team he found funny instead of drowning in the weight of his responsibilities like it usually happened to Alfonse. Kiran looked up from the paper in front of him to the sick-looking prince, raising an eyebrow at how intently he stared at a report.

“Alfonse, maybe you should take a break. You’re looking whiter than your own clothes.” Kiran’s hoarse voice from talking all morning made the prince blink and shake his head.

“I couldn’t possibly take a break at an important time such as this-”

“C’mon, Alfonse, Kiran’s right.” Sharena patted her brother’s shoulder, her face still full of energy as though she wasn’t tired at all from sitting at that table for hours. “Let’s go stretch our legs! I’ll come with you.”

Once again Alfonse shook his head. “No. As I said, I can’t cut the meeting short just for this.” He shifted his tired gaze from his pouty sister to the Summoner, “were you almost finished with the team for the Illusory Dungeon, Kiran?”

“Hm? Ah, yeah. I wanted a team of himbos, so I figured Raphael, Arden, Draug and maybe Shiro…? I was torn between him and Chrom, but perhaps Chrom isn’t really one…” Kiran mumbled the later half of the sentence, frowning slightly at the personal files of Chrom and Shiro as though he could find the answer there if only he stared long enough.

Anna raised her finger to ask, but then gave up on it, shaking her head. Sharena didn’t, though.

“Eh? What’s a ‘himbo’, Kiran? Is it something you use to sort the heroes? Or does it have to do with how strong they are?” The princess’ eyes shone, while her brother beside her looked confused yet intrigued.

Snorting, Kiran had to avert his eyes for a moment, wondering how he could have said that out loud. An internet lingo he had used back when he still had social media (though still pretty accurate to categorize people) now came up in this kind of situation. Kiran cleared his throat, fighting back a smirk.

“Well, yeah, it can be considered something to sort them based on how strong they look. A man is only a himbo if he has three characteristics: He has to be buff, kind, -- to everyone, though especially to women -- and stupid. If he’s missing even one of these, he can’t be considered a himbo.”

“Wha-” Anna frowned, placing one hand over her mouth to hide a snort.

Alfonse and Sharena, however, were appalled.

“S-stupid? That’s kind of mean to say about the heroes, though?” Sharena deflated like a sad balloon, sitting back after getting up in excitement about a new word.

“Truly, I- I never expected you to talk about them like this, Kiran.” Alfonse looked more offended than anything, as though all of the built-up trust they had shared had shattered.

Kiran pressed his lips into a thin line, almost unable to stop himself from laughing out loud. “No, I mean it in the best way possible. Look here,” he picked up Raphael’s file, which had a picture of him smiling wide and warmly, “this is the peak example of a himbo. He’s not book-smart nor does he have street-smarts, but his heart? It's as wide as the ocean. He’s kind, but without any ulterior motive, and he’s really, really big and buff.”

Sharena’s jaw dropped in shock, processing the information as Alfonse twitched his eyebrows. “But why refer to him as ‘stupid’...? That’s rather insulting.”

Kiran shrugged. “Well, it’s just the fastest way to call someone who doesn’t have much -- if any -- smarts in them, isn’t it? Look at this one here.” He pulled a file from a nearby pile, lifting it for them to see. “Tibarn here, he’s buff and kind, but he has smarts. You can see many thoughts going inside his head,” different from the zero braincells Raphael seems to have, Kiran thought to himself as he swallowed a snort. “So he’s not a himbo, but a hunk.”

“Alright, I’ll bite, “Anna managed to say after properly managing not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “So a himbo has those three characteristics, a hunk is a muscular and kind man. So what of the other combination? If they’re kind and… lacking in smarts?” She asked, barely containing a smirk from sprouting, which mirrored Kiran’s.

“Well, that’s just a decent man, I suppose.” He coughed out, trying to mask a snort as Anna threw her head back in laughter, unable to hold it back anymore.

“Pfft-aahaha! This is new!” She laughed loudly, taking shaky breaths to stop herself from crying as she dried her eyes with one hand. “So, since when have you been ranking the heroes like this?”

Catching her laughter, Kiran shook in amusement for a bit before glancing at the confused royals. “Since before I was summoned here, I suppose. It’s a ‘sorting technique’ used back in my world.”

Sharena’s eyes sparkled once again. “Well, if we can not say that they’re stupid, then I think it’s a good sorting! They have a big heart and big bodies, right? It doesn’t matter that they don’t understand the world around them, just that they’re ready to accept everything at face value!” The princess looked up as though she had made the discovery of the century, while Alfonse beside her crossed his arms to think.

If it was something from another world, Kiran’s world especifically, it was worth giving it a try, was it not? Perhaps if they applied themselves, they’d be able to sort the heroes more efficiently and cut back the time for these meetings so they could focus their energy elsewhere…

“As I was saying, I was in doubt about Chrom because, look: he’s buff enough, though not as big as, say, Draug; he scores high in kindness; but he has SOME smarts… Although he’s impulsive, it’s not like his brain is empty like- ahem, it’s not like his heart is as big as Raphael’s or Shiro’s.”

Not hearing the insulting part about the heroes’ smarts, Sharena nodded in compliance, thinking deeply. “Hmmm, I don’t think I can help in this right away. Can you give us more examples?”

“Sure, look here,” Kiran turned the pile by his left to Sharena. “Hinata, he’s a jock. He’s buff enough, but he’s not really kind and he’s kinda brusque, right?” Kiran held back the ‘he lacks brain cells’ part, saying it only with his eyes to Anna, the only one who truly understood him in all of this. “On the other hand, Stahl… is just a decent guy. He’s kind and although he has some smarts, he’s not buff, so he doesn’t fall into this category.”

“Hmmm, so do you think Owain could be one? He’s stup- ah, lacks smarts enough and he’s a good guy. But he- ah, yeah… perhaps not.” Anna started, but then stopped herself after comparing Raphael’s muscles to Owain’s. “Isn’t this kind of sorting way too specific? I don’t think many heroes fall under the ‘himbo’ category.”

Kiran nodded solemnly, as though they were talking about some important strategy. “Indeed. It’s very hard to find a true himbo, as they’re extremely rare. Hence why I was having trouble with the Illusory Dungeon team.”

“I see… It sounds really important.” Sharena nodded, basically accepting that this was something that went way over her head and tried to catch up in her own way. Alfonse still had mixed feelings about it, but the more seriously Kiran and Anna talked about it, the more he felt like he was in the wrong for finding something iffy about the sorting method in the first place.

“For example, Linus… if only he was a bit kinder, he would be another prime example of a himbo.” Kiran said over Sharena’s mumbling, sighing wistfully. “Lex would also be a good one, but he’s too smart to be a himbo.”

“Oh, I know! What about Keaton? He seems perfect!” Sharena raised her voice as her eyes glanced at one of the lists around Kiran.

The Summoner and Anna exchanged glances. “Not enough muscle.”

“Ah…” Sharena sat back with a pout. “This is really hard…”

“Yeah…” Kiran scratched his temple in thought.

In the following silence, only Alfonse’s voice could be heard after a few minutes. “... Isn’t Lord Hector one, though? From those examples…”

Kiran widened his eyes, jumping out of his seat with a bang. “That’s it! Alfonse, you’re a genius!” He praised, quickly shifting through the files to find Hector’s. “Do you have any more suggestions?”

Taken aback by the sudden cheer, Alfonse gulped. “Um, I thought about Helbindi, especially according to what Princess Yglr told us about him…”

“Hmm… A rare tsundere himbo, huh… perhaps?” Kiran took one hand to his chin in thought, mumbling something under his breath. “Alfonse, you’re on the right track! C’mon, keep the ideas coming!”

“Brother, you’re no fun, you picked it up so quickly! Tell me more!” Sharena protested, manhandling Alfonse into fessing up how he understood Kiran’s vague explanations so well.

Anna snorted under both hands as her shoulders shook from suppressed laughter, wondering how the hell they had ended up talking about that in the middle of a meeting.

Regardless, the topic was too much fun to be ditched now that the four of them were eagerly exchanging suggestions and adding more himbos to the pile, so no one noticed that the important meeting they were having was now a himbo-selection tournament.

Perhaps after night fell, they would come back to their senses, but for now, the Commander, the two royals and the Summoner threw heated debate against one another regarding the amount of intelligence this or that hero possessed.

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Blood of the covenant

Someone requested a mob boss! Raph reader after my Leo one so this is for them

Mob boss Raphael x fem!reader

Warnings: drugs and substances mention and usage, cheating, rough sex NSFW, violence, murder mention, angst like a lot of angst.

Summery: You and Raph have been together for a while and one night he comes home and something is different. He’s always done bad things being one of the heads of a crime family but this time he did something bad….To you. It’s time to get your own back on him and his reaction will not be pretty but you’re just as dysfunctional as him so bring it on.

((A/N Be gently with me, I don’t really know much about crime families I just like the idea of them. I’m really just some dyslexic dummy with a dream to write some Raph smut))

“Hmm” you hum to yourself as Lestat jumps down out of nowhere into Daniel’s car, looking dishevelled as all hell and bites him on the neck. You mouth his next words to yourself “Louis, Louis, Louis. Always whining, Louis”. Interview with a vampire was one of your guilty pleasures and one that Raph would never indulge to watch with you. It didn’t matter, you were happy to sit alone in candlelight in the living room of your boyfriend and his brother’s shared mansion and watch your vampire movies alone.

Speaking of Raph you thought to yourself. It was 01:34 in the morning and he still wasn’t home, none of them were. It worried you sometimes, they had dangerous lives and gods know he would never let you go out by yourself, especially after dark, in fear of what rival gangs could do to you and it wouldn’t be the first time the boys had lost someone they loved to their “business”, as they called it. In a few days it would be the 5 year anniversary of Splinter’s death. You had known Raph back then, you weren’t an item at the time (that would come 2 years later), but you saw the affect the death of his father had on him, on all of them, and knew he had a lot more to get over than he was letting on.

You sighed and switched off the TV. Wrapping yourself closer in your silk nightgown you make your way out of the living room and into the large foyer that held the entrance to this vast house. Standing there, taking off his shoes, was Leonardo.

“Good night?” you ask

“Same as always” he replies not even turning to look at you

“Where’s Raph?” he normally came to look for you after he’s been out for a while. Always wanting to make sure you were still home and safe, why was tonight different?

“Umm, upstairs is my best guess” Leo gestures to the massive staircase to his side.

You begin your ascent in search of your boyfriend who had a much explaining to do.

When you get to your room Raph seems to be in a hurry, jerking off his shoes and tossing them in the corner and roughly pulling his expertly tailored shirt over his head. The light from the doorway illuminated his amber eyes in a way that made them look like warm whisky and the shadows only added definition to his defined, toned chest. He looked like perfection. You walk through the door and into the huge bedroom you share. Raph stands in front of the bed still trying to undress when you enter. You’re vanity table is to the wall opposite you in the right hand corner, next to the bed, and your perfumes and makeup brush holders are making a rattling sound as they shake from the weight of Raph stumbling around trying to pull off his undershirt.

“Hey, baby. Good night?” you ask as you turn on the light to your bedroom

He looks shocked to see you but relaxes as you approach him to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him gently.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. I just need to shower” he looks over to your en-suite bathroom, still not making eye contact with you.

“Well, how about I let you relax a little before then” your hands trail down his body to his pants and you begin to undo his belt. He interrupts you and begins to turn for the bathroom.

“Really, baby, it’s ok. Not tonight” he out right rejects you.

It’s not like Raph to turn down sex at any time. The man was a beast, taking it any time and any place he could but, you were persuasive and didn’t feel like taking no for an answer. Grabbing his arm you pull him back to you and place your hands on his shoulders to gently push him to sit on your shared bed.

“Let me do this for you” you insist.

He protests some more but you’re already on your knees with your hands around his cock and you’re about to work your magic when you catch scent of it.

“Raph” you sound his name out slowly, as if the longer it takes you to finish your sentence, the less true the statement will be but, of course that’s not how it works. “Why does your cock smell like another woman’s pussy?”

You look up at him, guilt flooding his eyes and he’s speechless.

You almost don’t want to believe it yourself but it’s undeniable at this point. Raphael, the man who swore to love you for as long as he lived, to never hurt you, who you wanted to marry one day had just fucking cheated on you.

You see red and before you can understand what you’re doing you’re back on your feet with your hand out ready to slap him.

“What the fuck did you do?” you scream at him. You know for sure his brothers can hear you from their respective rooms and you don’t care, this is one fight he’s not going to win by getting you to quiet down.

“It meant nothing, it was just some girl, it was nothing really it just kind of happened, We had to kill her afterwards anyway” he spluttered out while tucking himself back into his trousers.

You begin to pace up and down your large bedroom, hands massaging your temple as you try to think, but, all you can picture is him with another woman. Was she prettier than you? Skinnier? Why was she the one he chose over you in a moment of weakness?

“It’s a good thing she’s already dead or I’d have to kill her myself!” you bellow at him “What the fuck do you mean ‘it just happened’, you had to get your cock out, get her pussy out, get hard and then actually fuck the bitch. That doesn’t ‘just happen’ it’s a whole ass process!” your throat is becoming tight from how hard you’re yelling at him but you don’t care. Raph remains silent assuming it’s better to say nothing that to say the wrong thing to you right now. You simply turn on your heals and storm out. Fuck him you thought as you slammed the door behind you.

You almost trip down the stairs you’re walking with such anger but manage to catch the banister in time. You stop for a moment and try to steady yourself both physically and emotionally. You wanted to get him back, for him to see how badly this hurt you. You look down the stairs and notice a light on in the living room when you thought you’d blown all the candles out. You go to investigate. Sitting in the dark, faintly illuminated by his laptop screen, sat Donnie hard at work. Donnie controlled everything digitally, from finances to client lists he kept everything encrypted on that laptop.

You enter the room loudly enough to make your presence known but as to not disturb him. You pull up a seat next to him and he doesn’t turn to look at you, he just continues typing away and smoking a joint.

“You know if you keep staring at that screen your eyes will go square” you joke

“Old wives tale” he replies bluntly.

This is difficult as you’re still shaking with anger, but Donnie is the only one around and he does look awfully handsome in his waistcoat and suit with a little purple handkerchief in the breast pocket.

You place one foot up on his thigh and readjust your silk robe to show the lacy negligee you wore underneath. It did a lot of favours for your breasts and Donnie knew this from the few times he had wondered into your room in search of Raph and seen you lounging around wearing it. He turns to look at you.

“What’s your game plan here, y/n?”

“No game, no plan. I just thought you and I haven’t spent that much time together recently”

If there was one thing Donnie hated more than anything, it was a liar but, he knew what you were doing and, although he never wanted to admit it to himself, he liked it. He reached out and grabbed you by the throat, knocking your foot off his leg and to the ground. You gasp in shock but still have the upper hand here, even if it doesn’t appear so. Slowly, you get up and approach him, lifting a leg over his to sit down and straddle his lap. His hand doesn’t move from your neck the entire time. You look lovingly into his eyes and caress his cheek with the back of your hand as you remove the joint from his mouth and take a hit. You blow a couple of smoke rings before just breathing the rest out as normal. The room fills with a thick mist form the hit you just took and you notice how the black rings in his golden eyes look like the rings around planets. They’re beautiful.

“Always so quick to violence” your words are slightly strained from the pressure he’s causing around your vocal chords “why don’t you put your hands to better use somewhere else?” you take his other hand in your and run it down the centre of your body, lifting up the end of your nightgown so that it sits on the rim of your panties. Donnie’s breath quickens, he loves the idea of taking you but you’re forbidden fruit to him. That analogy only makes you seem tastier.

“And what about Raph?”

Fuck Raph you thought

“You’re brothers, you share everything. Don’t you?” you say with the sweetest smile you can muster.

His grip on your throat lessens and you lean down to kiss him, gently at first but his hand tangles in your hair, pressing you closer to him. He needs this and he needs it now. Still straddling his lap, he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his hips. He’s already rocking a semi erection, you can feel it straining against his pants and love that he’s given into you this quickly. You had always noticed him around the house giving you those lingering looks, undressing you with his eyes whenever you wore anything short. This was a perfect opportunity for you.

He carefully places you down on the sofa, his own body covering you but shifting his weight to his arms which are behind your head as to not crush you. He’s still between your legs and you can feel him against your thigh growing harder by the minute. His tongue darts into your mouth as the kiss becomes more passionate and he’s about you help you out of your negligee when you both hear a heavy figure enter the room.

Raphael says nothing as he stands in the doorway but the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. Donnie quickly gets up from on top of you and, side stepping Raph, goes back to his place at his laptop.

You’re about to open your mouth and say something but, before you have time Raph closes the distance between you both and grabs you by the hair, pulling you to your feet. He drags you out of the room, turning back quickly to look at Donnie who had engulfed himself in his work once more.

Your feet barely hit the ground as he takes you up the stairs and, once inside your bedroom, throws you to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, y/n?” the rage in his voice is like something you’ve never heard before and his face is going a deeper shade of green.

“What? So you can fuck other bitches but the second I try it’s not allowed? What’s that called again? Oh yeah, being a massive fucking hypocrite!” you scream back just as hard.

He takes a step back and pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

“Not with my fucking brother”

“Then why aren’t you angry at Donnie? I was just following your lead and having meaningless sex with whoever I wanted without any concern for my partner, Donnie’s your goddamn brother!”

“I told you she meant nothing, not a thing! And blood is so much fucking thicker than water, that’s why I’m not as angry at him”

You stare up at him from the floor, he’s standing with his feet shoulder width apart and his hands are balled up into fists, you think he might hit you but you’re not too sure. You know if you keep pushing this is going to go somewhere bad. What the fuck am I saying? you think he fucked another woman, he can go to hell.

“So that’s what our relationship is then? Water? Clearly I picked the wrong brother, you know, Donnie feels bigger than you anyway”

This is when Raph truly erupted, he could take sassy, hurt fuelled comments but a jab to his manhood and pride was too far. He clears the small distance between you and throws a hard punch across your jaw before picking you up by your neck, which causes you to wheeze, and throws you face down on the bed.

“That’s it” he grunts as he lifts up the end of your dress and rips the panties you were wearing off. Luckily the joint you took form Donnie made you a little spaced out so the hit didn’t hurt as much as it should of, it still bloody hurt though. You were sure to have a giant bruise in the morning that Raph would be sorry for.

Raph climbs on the bed behind you and lifts your hips up so that they’re in the air but your face is still down on the mattress and you hear him unzip his pants. You hate that you want this. He positions himself at the entrance to your ass hole and goes inside without warning or lubrication, you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It’s disgusting that you still need him inside you after everything he’s done to you, but it’s him and he feels so familiar that you can’t say no to him, you don’t want to say no. In a weird way, you both need each other as badly and you probably need to stay away from each other.

For a moment, with your face touching the soft sheets of the bed you shared, you let yourself forget the events of earlier and simply give in to the rhythm at which he’s pounding into you. He always uses such force and tonight is no different, his hands creating small divots in the skin on your hips from how tightly he’s holding them but, that’s when you remember; he’s still got the remnants of her on his cock.

You push yourself up, seething once again, you turn around and sock him in the eye as hard as you can. He backs off, almost falling off the bed. You’re a little proud of yourself for how badly you managed to hurt him. He clutches his eye with his hand and his expression turns dark.

“Not a good idea, little girl”

You can’t hold it back anymore, tears spring hot and fast to your eyes, overflowing and then run down your cheeks.

“Just tell me why you did it?” you plead.

He heads towards you once more, pushing you back on the bed and climbing on top of you. He holds your arms above your head by your wrists and he only needs one hand to do this. Suddenly he’s inside you again and between thrusts he begins to explain.

“Because she was there” he pushes deeper inside of you

“Because it was her dying wish” you begin to moan as his pace quickens

“And because I could” more tears spring from your eyes but you’re getting close to your climax, you try and free one of your hands to play with yourself but his grip is unyielding. You want him so badly it almost hurts. That’s when you feel the tightness in your stomach begin to release as you cum hard and fast around his cock. Two more thrusts and he finds his own release deep inside of you, his cum lining your walls.

There’s a brief moment of silence as you both simply bask in the afterglow of what just happened. This moment is short lived.

“Because you could?” you repeat after him. He did it because the opportunity arose and he didn’t think about you for a second. How could he?

He looks down at you, shame evident in his eyes but he’s too proud to admit he didn’t mean what he said, you don’t know this, though. All you know is that you’re still so angry you could kill him. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty and slightly used, not the first time he’s left you feeling that way.

Raph walks across the room towards the door, looking back at you only once.

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

“How are we going to get through this?” you wipe a tear from your eye.

“I don’t know that we are” he states bluntly before walking out.

You turn over and shove your face into the pillow, sobbing, you begin to scream as hard as you can. Screaming simply turns into hoarse crying and then sleep finally takes you.

You drift off thinking: Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow has to be better. Anything is better than this…

#the blood of the covenant #my fic #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raph x reader #raphael x reader #tmnt raph x reader #mob au #mob! au #blood of the covenant

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