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I Am Saved By A Ninja Turtle! A Tmnt Dating Sim

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~ Jessica Jaclyn (A.k.a Mona Lisa) ~ Jocelyn/Foot Clan (A.k.a Isabella) ~ Taylor Martin (A.k.a Sigrith) ~ Kendra/Purple Dragons (A.k.a Ismenia) If you know these women then you know, I drew them mutated and It’s like a weird ship but a story behind it. April does befriend them and sense the guys are named after Famous Renaissance, April thought it’ll be a good idea to give them mutant names based on female renaissance names. TMNT-X I use to have something similar to them years ago, but seeing how ROTTMNT is and story and characters. I thought it’ll be fun to do such changes but kept the names I had long ago and them being the new and improved version. Along with having opposites attract, LITERALLY lol. I was going to write a fanfiction about how they came about and more of who they are, etc. Possibly some doodles as well :3 Jessica’s character was the reason I started this, because as I looked at her. I was like, “Wow, her and raph look like they would have fun together.” And in thinking of that I remember raph’s significant other “Mona Lisa” and thought she could be a Mona Lisa. | | | | P.S. I’m truly doing this for fun, and really is making it for myself honestly. I just thought it’ll be interesting to do :>

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Leverage

Raphael X Reader (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Raphael’s name was written on your skin forever, but before you told him, he told you he didn’t have a soulmate tattoo. So you lied and denied you had one too. How could he be your soulmate if he didn’t have a tattoo? 

A/N: Hey so this is pure ANGST with a little fluff and slight +18 content at the end... slightly... anyway for this is for the lovely @oceans-daughter-3​ (I know it’s not fluff, but I had a dream and well here we are). I love you guys, let me know what you think!

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“This is big.” I whispered. “This is... biological warfare big...”

“I just don’t know how he’s doing it,” Donnie muttered tapping on his screens. “If I figured that out, maybe I could stop it.”

“It doesn’t make sense though,” Raph scoffed. “Stockman has beef with Y/n and me, not all of New York... why would he do this?”

Raphael glanced over to me beside him and I quickly looked down, my cheeks flushing slightly. It was hard to deny the pivotal point that was Raphael in my life. What was worse was that his name was written in eternal ink on my skin.

Have I told him this? No. Was I going to? Not even close. For all the brothers knew, I didn’t have a soulmate tattoo. It was easy to fake, not everyone had one. Each of the brothers did... except Raph.

So, my tattoo wasn’t for him then. Who the hell it was supposed to be, I didn’t know. I didn’t want it to be anyone but him. I awaited the fate that would eventually prove that it wasn’t meant to be after all.

“Y/n are you listening?” Leo pulled me from my thoughts. 

“Huh? What? Yeah.” I gave a false smile.

“Space.” Raph teased.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Careful or I’ll use that tongue for something else,” He grinned making me flush bright red again 

“Will the two of you focus?” Leo scolded. “We need to figure this out, you two can flirt later.”

We both grumbled and looked down. My cheeks were still warm. Little did I know that so were Raphael’s.

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“Pheromones” I whispered looking to Raphael. “That’s how he’s doing it.”

“Pheromones?” Donnie asked but I kept my eyes trained on Raph.

“They’re like... drugs, that make the mind give into instinct...” I stammered the explanation.

“I know what they are,” Donnie muttered. “I just don’t get why he’s not using them for... something more violent.”

“So, it’s a bad thing that he’s not using this for violence?” Raph mused, smirking at me. 

“Well, no...”

“And it’s not affecting us,” Raph pointed out.

“Shouldn’t they though?” I thought out loud. “Aren’t you guys like... more susceptible?”

“It’s not affecting you either,” Raph shot back. “Freak,” He muttered. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I haven’t been above ground since it all started, it’s not in my system,” I snapped and folded my arms. “but ya know I can go up right now.”

“No,” Both Donnie and Raph protested.

I raised an eyebrow at Raph. He just rolled his eyes.

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We stared down Stockman on a rooftop on New York.

I looked over to Raph, and he looked at me. We were both ourselves, not under the influence of Baxter’s weapon.

“It didn’t affect us,” I breathed out relieved.

“Well, of course it didn’t,” Raphael rolled his eyes and smiled at me.

“Well,” I smiled. “It’s nice to know I’m not alone.” That had to be a silver lining.

“On the contrary my dear,” Baxter laughed. “If I am so smart to create this pheromone don’t you think I would have tested it on the brothers? No, I have one for Raphael specifically. This is what the two of you deserve.”

“What?” I glanced over to Raphael. His eyes were squeezed shut, straining against some unseen thing.

“Raphael,” I took a step away from him, my hands going up in defense.

It wouldn’t be too bad right? The pheromones just made everyone else zombies... I’d be fine. He’d be fine.

Yeah, maybe I wasn’t convinced.

“Run.” He breathed out before his golden eyes snapped up to mine.

It was a second for me to process but I was too late. In that second, he grabbed me and threw me to the ground. I scrambled up looking for a way out. I couldn’t fight him. Even if I had the ability to, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

“Raph, come on,” I pleaded as he stalked towards me. We were predator and prey.

“Oh, won’t it be so sad. He’ll kill you, wake up, realize what he did... Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo,” Stockman sighed amused.

From the corner of my eye I saw the brothers hop into the roof, making their way towards us. 

“No! Stay back!” I called, keeping my eyes trained on sharp gold ones.

“Why?” Stockman laughed. “He has no aggression towards his family... you on the other hand never were his family,”

I froze in my tracks. His words broke me more than anything else could. I’d rather have Raphael kill me than believe those words.

“That’s not true Y/n. You know that,” Leo’s voice was the voice of reason.

I didn’t particularly listen though. I was too focused on the terrapin in front of me. I knew he could kill me. Easily. He knew how to, in many ways probably. Not probably... he did.

“Leo, one of us isn’t walking away from this,” my voice was surprisingly calm. “and it can’t be him,”

“You both can walk away from this,”

“No Leo,” Raphael’s voice was calm, cold. “She’s right. She’s not walking away from this.” His velvet voice purred the menacing words.

“Raphael,” I whispered. “I know he’s in your head. I know you’re giving into instinct. Please for once Raphael, be yourself! I’m begging you!”

He came at me viscously and I dodged out of the way. He swept around and knocked my feet out from under me. I fell back, my shoulder hitting the ground hard. I let out a cry and flinched waiting for the blow...

But it didn’t come.

I dared to open my eyes and saw Leo, Donnie, and Mikey holding Raphael back, forcing him to the ground.

Getting up I panted, rolling my shoulders out. Something had to be dislocated.

 “Think think think,” I whispered harshly. “How do I get you out of this.”

“The stuff he used... it has to do with scents yeah? Instinct?” Mikey struggled as Raphael tried to dislocate his arm.

“Yeah,” I took a small step back.

“Then kiss him!” Donnie shouted panting from the effort that it took to keep his brother contained.

“What!?” I demanded. “How is that going to solve anything?”

“Look anger and love are very close together. Passion is passion. Instinct is instinct. You have to snap him out of it!”

The three of them wrestled Raphael to his knees. He still struggled against them, his eyes stayed trained on me, furious growls radiating from his chest.

“Raphael doesn’t...!” I cried. “He doesn’t love me!”

“Bullshit,” Leo snapped. “Even if he didn’t, you love him, don’t you?” 

“Of course, I love him!” 

It was the first time that I had ever said the words out loud. They seemed final somehow. Those words were what were going to make or break me.

“Then you have to kiss him!”

The golden eyes that once held fury were now petrified as he stilled.

“Please, don’t let her do that,” his voice was a begged whisper that went deep into my soul. “Please I’m begging you don’t let her touch me,”

My heart shattered at the desperation in his voice. Shards of glass that pierced every part of who I was. I wanted to give in. How could I go against such an agonized plea?

“Raphael, don’t you do that to her,” Leo hissed. “Don’t you dare. You are playing a sick game.”

“One that I have to lose,” I whispered tears streaming down my face as my eyes tried to find Stockman, but he was gone.

“It’s okay Leo... Let him win. I’ll kiss him... but he has to win.”

I took the steps forward and knelt in front of him. I didn’t dare to look up. I could hear the faint sounds of his panting and low growl in his throat. My heart hammered in my chest.

This was it.

“I never loved you,” his voice hissed. “You were always too slow, too weak. Your emotions make you weak.”

I met callous golden eyes.

“I’d rather be weak than never feel at all,” my voice broke. “I’m sorry I have to do this Raph.”

My eyes flickered to the brothers, who all had some sort of pity on their faces. I shook the thought and looked back to Raphael.

“Come back to me,” I begged and reached out, my fingers caressing his face as I pressed my lips to his.

I had thought about what it would feel like to kiss him. Just once. Not that I’d ever imagine it to be like this.

His lips attacked mine, the same passion he had before in taking me down in battle returned behind his force of the kiss. But I wasn’t backing down. Not from this fight.

My fingers gripped his jaw tighter as my other hand came up to stoke his cheek, the edges of his mask, his jaw, anything that I could reach.

His hot breath entered my mouth and I almost lost focus as his tongue met mine.

Maybe this was a cruel game after all. Because this kiss was everything I wanted it to be and yet... it wasn’t right. It wasn’t Raphael. Not my Raphael anyway. Not my friend... and not the one written on my arm.

I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I pulled away, leaning against him slightly turning my face from him. I heard him take a sharp breath in.

The feeling of regret washed over me. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have just let him kill me.

My hands fell into my lap where my eyes stayed trained. Until I stood walking away a bit, back turned to him.

“Let me go,” Raphael’s voice sounded strained. 

“What kind of idiot—”

“Let him go!” I demanded. “It’s fine. I... I already lost.” I looked up to the empty night sky. “I lost your game Stockman! Are you happy now!?” Tears streamed down my face as my heart wretched.

“Y/n,” Mikey tried. “Are you sure you want us to—”

“Do it.” I gritted out, trying to hold back the cries that wanted to escape.

Rough fingers found mine. I waited for the yank and drag down to the ground. For his aggression. It didn’t come. Instead it an easy tug to spin. I didn’t dare to look up.

Gentle hands caressed each side of my face. My eyes flashed up knowing these were my last moments. He would snap my neck easy. Or maybe choke me. His golden eyes would be the last thing I saw.

His thumbs brushed away the tears that were streaming down my face. I didn’t understand the gesture.

I closed my eyes waiting for death. The relief from pain that riddled my chest. But it didn’t come.

Instead he came back. His lips were back on mine seemingly picking up where our last kiss left off. The cruel kiss.

Though this one was just as rough it wasn’t cruel any longer. It was emotional and bare and raw.

I opened my eyes in surprise but left it all to reckless abandon and curled my arms back around him as he pulled me closer. I could feel the warmth radiating off of him. I whimpered into his mouth and he hummed a response gently stroking my cheek as if to calm and reassure me.

My anxiety ran wild not knowing if this was him or the one who wanted to kill me. When his hand slipped down my arm and to my waist using the leverage to pull me flush against him, I decided it didn’t matter.

I loved Raphael and I’d be damned if I’d let him wanting to kill me hinder that love. I’d be damned if I let a stupid tattoo stop me from loving him.

I heard someone clear their throat obviously somewhere around us. It was hard to differentiate because everything in my mind was blurred by Raphael. Every touch, every breath, every stammering heartbeat.

He pulled away however, his hot pants fanning my face. Both of our eyes were still closed as we sat there, foreheads resting against another, panting.

“Tell me that was real,” I whispered. “Tell me or kill me,”

“That’s a bit dramatic don’t you think?” There was humor in his voice, a sly smirk on his lips.

“Raph!?” I gasped.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he grinned.

“Is it you? Please tell me it’s you,” There were tears in my eyes again. “I need it to be you,”

“It’s always been me hasn’t it?”

Though he said the words and they made sense in context I knew it wasn’t what he was referring to.

One of our first fights was because I refused to tell him anything about my tattoo. He saw right through my nonchalant lies and demanded to know who it was... I walked out instead of giving him an answer and it was about a week until I spoke to him again.

I nodded.

“It’s always been you,” I admitted defeat. “I’m so sorry Raph,” I whispered. 

“For?”

“What do you want me to apologize for? For kissing you? I’m sorry! For not letting you kill me? I’m sorry for that too! For ever having your stupid name on my arm!? I’m sorry! But I can’t apologize for loving you. Not anymore.”

“Baxter was right. You were never just family, Y/n,” He reached out and stroked my cheek. “You were always so much more than that.”

“Raphael don’t— don’t lie to me. Don’t play this game...” I whimpered, pulling away from him. 

“I’m not.”

“But how can... you don’t... I’m...” The cries that I had been holding back finally made their exodus.

“Will you stop crying and listen,” There was a slight tease to his voice, but it remained gentle.

I sniffed and looked up at him. He smiled, timid and unlatched the guard from his forearm and let it fall to the ground. He turned his arm over, palm up and I saw delicately etched into his skin...

My name.

“But... you said...” I wiped my eyes and took his arm, my fingers trailing over the letters of my name trying to make sense of it.

“I lied, I had to lie.” He tried.

“No, you didn’t.” My voice was hard and cold. “I’ve spent the last year trying to figure out why your name was on my arm and you had no tattoo! Do you know how scared I’ve been!? To know that I might lose you!? And you’ve kept this from me!?”

“Y/n, I’m... I’m sorry.” He whispered. “Please, believe me, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know...” 

I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Y/n,” It wasn’t Raph who pleaded to me, but Leo.

“Stay out of this,” Raph hissed.

“No, she needs to know,” Leo came up beside his brother. 

“Know what?” I asked hopelessly.

“It was my fault,” Leo spoke softly. “I’m the one who told him to lie... I gave him the order to. I wanted to keep you safe from us,”

“So, you lied to me? You made him lie to me?” I squeaked.

“We didn’t know Y/n, please,” Leo sighed. “Be mad at me, hate me, but don’t blame him. He just wanted to keep you safe”

My eyes met Raphael’s. I could see tears brimming into his eyes. This was it. What I decided to do would change... everything.

“Of course, I forgive you,” I whispered. “I love you Raphael, and God damn me for it, but I do,”

He let out a hopeless laugh and pulled me into a close hug, pressing his lips back to mine. I relaxed under his touch, melting into the kiss. It was slow and steady this time. We weren’t in any rush. The weight of the world didn’t depend on us.

He seemed to realize that too as he scooped me up into his arms, breaking the kiss and carrying me off towards my apartment.

“I really am sorry,” He murmured into my skin as we curled up in my bed. 

“I’m sorry too,” I whispered, stroking my name on his skin, marveling at it.

There were no walls between us now. We were bare to each other. No more dancing around the topic, no more stolen glances and awkward moments.

“When did you... tonight... the first kiss did it...?” I asked quietly. He smiled and stroked my hair.

“It did... by the time you pulled away, it was fading and all I could see was you... I clung to that. To you,”

I looked down and suppressed a smile, my cheeks flushing. His hand gently came up and tilted my chin back up so that I would look at him.

“Don’t hide from me,” He teased. “I love seeing you blush,”

“You make me do it so often,” I mumbled.

“I know,” He grinned smugly.

I made a face and stuck my tongue out at him. A playful growl left his lips.

“I think I told you not to do that,” He rolled over me, pinning me to the bed, holding his own weight so that all I felt was his warmth.

“Mmm. I think you told me to be careful about doing it,” I smirked, “but I’m done being careful around you,” I murmured, leaning up pressing a kiss to his lips.

He chuckled against my lips and followed me as I laid back, still kissing him. It was soft and slow, our breaths intermingling and our tongues figuring out how to dance with each other.

I small moan slipped from my throat as once again he consumed every thought and every sense I had. He matched my small moan with a light growl one of his hands trailing down my figure, sending a shiver down my spine—the other kept my hands pinned.

My breathing quickened and I had to pull away, my eyes meeting warm amber ones.

“You’re beautiful,” He murmured softly, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “Amazing,”—another kiss— “Smart,”—I turned my head to give him better leverage as he continued down my neck—“Sexy,”—kiss—“extraordinary,”—his tongue ran along my collar bone and a gasp escaped my lips— “and mine,”

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Trouble

Raphael X Reader / Former Casey X Reader

Summary: Dark!fic: Casey pushes you too far when you keep saying no to having sex with him. When you can feel yourself give in, still not wanting it, a hero comes to your rescue.

A/n: So Casey is an asshole in this one and it gets kinda dark and uses a lot of emotional abuse attics so if anything seems a bit too familiar... maybe reevaluate some stuff? Anyway SUPER SOFT Raph and fluff I promise.

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When Raph first saw her he was awestruck. There wasn’t someone quite like you. You came in on Casey’s arm however, which damped his spirits ever so slightly. But you were bright and had a sharp tongue that kept both him and Casey in line. He could see why Casey was with you.

Still, he wished you weren’t. He knew it was stupid and that it wasn’t his place, but he still hoped. You wouldn’t want someone like him anyway. He was a monster. That was all.

But the way that you smiled at him and that you weren’t afraid to sass him back or when you told him to be safe (along with Casey, who you kissed each time) when he went out to patrol.

He was worried too. The way that Casey talked about you, as if you were “just another notch in his belt.” It angered Raphael. How could he treat you like that? Didn’t Casey see how devoted you were to him? How you loved him?

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I smiled as Casey came back in with a busted lip and a black eye.

“Tried to walk and chew gum at the same time?” I teased, cleaning him up.

He laughed and held my waist as I worked, his hands moving down as time moved on.

“Case,” I warned, taking a step back. “You know how I feel about that.” With a quick glare I started to put away the first aid kit.

“Come on babe, it’s just a little fun.” He stood, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me flush against me.

“Casey Jones!” I elbowed him and stood a cool distance away. “No.”

He rolled his eyes as if I were being ridiculous. He knew where I stood on the subject. I wasn’t ready and we had been together maybe two months... and it would be my first time. He didn’t know that part though.

Can you blame me for wanting it to be more than a “quick fuck”?

“Babe,” he sauntered forward a small mischievous smile on his face. “I know you want it. Want me. I can see it in your eyes,” his hand careered my face.

I shuddered at the touch.

“See? You want this,” he purred. “Don’t you want to be my good girl for tonight?”

“Casey,” I tried to threaten but my voice wavered.

“Come on, doll,” his hand was at my waist, slipping into my waistline. The feeling had goosebumps running along my skin. “I can feel you respond to me. Just let go, trust me.”

“No, Casey this isn’t what I want.” I tried more boldly, grabbing his wrist and using it to push him away from me. “I’m leaving. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hissed.

“Why do you gotta be like this Y/n? You’re not being a good girlfriend.”

I stared at him in disbelief before guilt riddled me through. Were good girlfriends supposed to do this kinda stuff?

“Casey I really don’t want to do this. I’m scared and not ready.” I justified hoping he would back down.

My entire image of him slowly started to crumble. My carefree reckless loving guy was turning out to be something more sinister.

“You don’t have to be afraid.” His voice was like silk. “Come here sweetheart,” the comfort in his voice and outstretched arms was hard to deny.

“Casey, please,” I didn’t know what I was asking for.

He came over to me and held me close, protectively, as if the Casey I knew was still there.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be right there the entire way.”

His hands went down and gripped my ass pressing me flush against him so that I could feel him hard against me. My body betrayed my by sending arousal through my blood and to my core.

“Don’t you see what you do to me? It’s your fault Y/n, just too damn sexy for me to stop.”

His compliments and threats all tangled in my head as I tried to make sense of it all. There was only one thing that I knew: I didn’t want to have sex with Casey now, or ever.

“Let me go Case,” I begged. “Please,” My resolve was failing, I couldn’t say no for much longer and he knew it too. I was terrified. My mind started to shut down.

Casey’s hands started to move, one into my shirt and one into my pants. It felt so wrong but my body wouldn’t agree with my mind. My body didn’t want it to stop like my mind begged it to.

“I believe she said to let her go,” a gruff voice growled from behind me.

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Raph has taken Casey home, making sure he got there safely and that you were there to help him.

He was about to leave when he noticed something: your discomfort at Casey’s touch.

He never noticed before but you really didn’t like to be touched in any way that wasn’t friendly, even by Casey.

Raphael had a bad feeling about this.

Then he heard you yell Casey’s name along with the word no. This really couldn’t be good. But he had some faith in Casey, so he didn’t intervene.

“Just let go, trust me,” Casey almost purred. He had never seen this from his best friend: almost as if he was hunting you.

You denied him again, and he watched as Casey tried to guilt you into it and give you a false sense of security. But you had said that you were afraid and again and again you said this wasn’t what you wanted. His friend still wouldn’t listen to your pleas.

“Let me go Case,” Raph heard you whimper. “Please.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. The brokenness in your voice and the grin on Casey’s face. As if he had just won.

Raph easily dropped into the small apartment.

“I believe she said to let her go,” he growled, glaring down Casey, who was no better than any low life on the streets of New York.

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“Pervert,” Casey hissed, letting me go, pushing me to the ground.

My eyes danced between Casey and Raphael, not sure what to do.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Raphs attention went to me. I just stared wide eyed. “Casey really? I had some faith in you but this is low man.” Raph chided, helping me up off the floor.

I shamefully hid behind my savior. I felt all wrong inside. Tears pricked my eyes as I thought about what had just happened. How my body had betray me. How Casey has betray me. I felt like I was drowning.

“She was fine. She wanted it.” Casey scoffed. I whimpered at the comment.

Raphael growled and pulled out his sais.

“She said no.”

“All girls are a little resistant. It’s a part of their fun,” Casey smiled and looked at me. “Isn’t it?”

“Hey!” Raph yelled. “You don’t get to talk to her. You don’t get to come near her. You don’t get to think about her. Understand? Or I will hunt you down like any other slime ball in this city.” Raphael threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Casey hissed. “You know there’s a real problem when you choose a chick over your friend.”

“There’s a real problem when you force yourself on a girl you’re supposed to care about who clearly said no.” Raph growled. I could see his agitation growing.

“Raph,” I whispered. He turned to me, his eyes full of worry. “Please I want to go,” I begged, wrapping my arms around myself. “Please.”

He nodded and offered his hand. I took it hesitantly, my skin crawling. I think he knew that.

“It’s only for a little bit. Just let me get you out,” he promised.

I nodded and allowed him to pick me up, trying to tune out Casey’s protests and vulgar comments to no avail.

“Fine! Keep the bitch! All I wanted her for was for a good fuck anyway!” Casey yelled from the window.

I felt tears slide down my cheeks and hysterics wrack my frame as I cried.

“I know kid, I know.” Raph soothed. “Just a little further.”

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Raphael hated to see you like this, crying and shaking in his arms. He pushed himself harder as he made it back to the lair, holding you close.

“Y/n?” Leo asked. “What happened? Where’s Casey?”

You flinched at the name and found shelter in his arms hiding your face.

“I’ll explain later.” Raph hissed. “But she really needs... I have no idea.” He realized. What was he supposed to do with you?

“Let me take her, I’ll see if Splinter can do anything,” Leo suggested.

Raphael nodded, knowing that that was probably the best thing for you, to let Splinter help.

But as soon as he tried to give you to Leo you started to scream and cling to him tighter, sobbing in his arms.

“Alright, maybe not.” Leo raises his eyebrows. “What happened to her?” He was more concerned than he was curious now.

“She... Casey...” Raph thought of the best way to put it but he didn’t know how without stressing you out even more. “I’ll tell you when she’s better. Bit for now, if Casey shows up... don’t let him near her... or me.” He growled, heading to his room with you in his arms.

With the door shut behind him, he exhaled and looked down at you, still shaking and clinging to him.

“Y/n? Kid? You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Your big innocent eyes stared up at him, full of tears and fear. It broke his heart.

“Hey there champ,” Raph smiled. “You doin better?”

You looked down. So, no then. He carefully sat on his bed, still cradling you and helping you as you struggled to sit up.

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“He never loved me,” I whispered the realization, broken from it. A stilled sob left my lips.

I hid my face in my hands and cried a bit more, ashamed that I had fallen for it: his smile, his flattery, his coaxing...

“Hey,” I heard Raph call softly. I looked up at him through my hands. “You deserve so much more than that assholes love.”

“Maybe... maybe I just should’ve have—“

“No. Y/n, listen to me. You are allowed to say no. And any good man would respect that. He would love you because of it. Because you value yourself. Y/n, don’t let him get into your head. You’re allowed to say no.” Raph cupped my face softly, brushing away tears.

I closed my eyes and pressed into his warmth.

“Thank you Raphael. I... I really needed you there tonight. I’m glad you were.” I looked up at him through tear soaked lashes.

“I’m glad I was there too.”

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You had fallen asleep sometime later and Raph slipped out of his room and back to Leo, and the others who had all gathered since Raph had gotten home.

“So what happened? Where’s Casey?” Donnie asked.

Raph retold the evenings events and what had happened and really hoped that he would never find out there Casey was.

It took almost everything in him not to beat the douche to the ground, but he knew that you wouldn’t like that very much so he refrained. Besides his goal was to get you out and keep you safe.

His brothers growled at the news, all vowing to keep you safe. Splinter looked crestfallen at the loss of an ally, but he understood and mourned for you.

“She needs someone to lean on Raphael, she is lost and afraid. It seems she has chosen you. You must be there for her. You must protect her.”

“With my life Sensei.” Raphael agreed.

“Good. Good. Please let her know that she is welcome to stay and is under our protection regardless.” Splinter ordered.

“Hai Sensei.”

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“Casey no! No! Don’t please!” I was on the ground defenseless, moving too slow to get away. “No! No!” I cried.

“Y/n! Y/n! Sweetheart!? You’re dreaming wake up!” A worried voice called.

I went to it, forcing my eyes open, gasping for air. My eyes met Raphaels and I started to cry, diving into his arms.

“Make it go away,” I begged, sobbing. “Please please please make it go away,”

Raph pulled me into his lap and maneuvered so that we were both laying down under the covers. He gently stroked my back and whispered soft consoles. I never though that he could be so gentle and kind.

I felt safe in his arms. Any threat that Casey had over me faded when I was with him. I needed him. And I felt bad for it.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered, guilt coating my voice. “Just because you got me out doesn’t mean...”

“Hey,” he cupped my chin, smiling down at me. “Just worry about you sweetheart. I’ll be okay as long as your safe.”

My heart melted at his words. My fingers curled aimlessly in the tails of his mask. Then he did something that surprised me. He reached up and took it off, placing it in my hands. I stared in awe up at him as one of my hands held the mask and the other gently touched his face. His eyes didn’t leave mine the entire time.

“Raph,” I whispered.

“You’re safe. Whatever you need, I’m here.” He vowed. “Even if that’s me going away,” there was a certain sadness to his voice.

“Please don’t leave, I need you,” I confessed.

“Then I’m staying,” he pulled me closer and a gentle thrum radiated from his chest, almost as if he could purr.

It was enough to lull me to sleep, one hand grasping his mask and the other resting on his shoulder.

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Conflict of Interest

Raphael X Reader

Summary: Casey Jones was your childhood best friend, until he moved away when you went into middle school. Seemingly life times ago, what happens when he shows up in the midst of your new life? 

A/N: Okay so I’ve been meaning to write this one for a while, and it’s pretty angsty. Casey is a bean and Raph is well... Raph. But there is a happy ending I promise. Sort of. HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS ARE IMPORTANT, anyway. I love you guys so so much and I’m so proud of you. No matter what you’ve done or haven’t done. Let me know what you think!

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“Yo, Raph, you ready to head out?”

My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I looked up from my perch on Raph’s lap as we watched an old 80s movie.

“Casey? Casey Jones?” I was grinning ear to ear as I got up.

“What? Y/n!? What the hell are you doing here?” He was beaming at me as he hopped over the couch pulling me into a hug.

“I could ask you the same thing!” I laughed. “Wow, small world.”

“Whoa, whoa, someone wanna explain what’s going on here?” Raph stood, getting protective, and if I didn’t know any better jealous. “How do you two know each other?”

“We grew up together. He lived next door.” I explained, a warm smile on my face. 

“And you two were friends?”

“Well, I mean she did punch me in the face,” Casey teased.

“You said I wouldn’t!” I argued back. “I’m not a pansy.”

“Yeah, Uhuh,” Casey rolled his eyes. “So, what are you doing here?”

I raised an eyebrow and glanced up at Raphael, who was tensed to fight. Overprotective baby. Realization flickered across Casey’s face.

“No way! She’s the chick you’ve been talking about!?” He asked Raph, to which I questioned him myself with the perk of an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” He grumbled, turning red.

“How many Y/ns do you know Case?” I teased.

“Fair point.” He smiled, “Man he’s right, you grew up real pretty. Why didn’t you do that when I was around? I would have asked you out for sure,”

“You had years CJ; besides it would have been weird, we were like family.” I rolled my eyes. 

“CJ?” Raph muttered. “He’s CJ?” He was so not enjoying this reunion.

“My mom didn’t like me calling him Case, so CJ, Casey Jones.” I explained. “I thought I told you?” I squeaked.

Raph didn’t say anything.

Casey looked me over and shook his head.

“Y/n Y/l/n, after all these years, look at you.”

I blushed slightly and looked down. I could feel the annoyance radiating off of Raphael in waves. It was almost tangible.

“So... you two have plans?” I redirected the conversation, looking up at Raphael who was thinking about something other than gallivanting on the rooftops of New York with Casey.

Raph huffed and rolled his eyes, pushing past the both of us and headed towards the exit, to the surface. I sighed softly and wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head softly.

“I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?” Casey asked.

“No,” I turned back to him. “But you know Raph, he’s protective. I’ll talk to him,” I grabbed my jacket from the back of the couch and shrugged it on.

“No, I can do it, besides, it’s guys night.” Casey interjected.

I rolled my eyes.

“CJ, if you go out there you’re probably going to get punched in the face, and it won’t be by a ten-year-old girl.” I gave him a knowing look, slipping on my shoes. “It was really nice to see you though Case, we’ll have to catch up some time,”

I headed out of the lair, heading to the rooftops via the nearest fire escape, the brisk New York fall air assaulting me.

“Red!?” I called, scanning the rooftops. “Red, it’s me!

“Why aren’t you off with your best friend?” He dropped down behind me, almost growling. 

“Raph,” I turned and smiled softly. “You’re my best friend, you know that.”

“Do I? Because you seemed pretty cozy with Casey in there,” He spat.

My eyebrows furrowed as I studied him, trying to figure out what he was really feeling under the angry front that he put up.

“I haven’t seen him in almost ten years, we used to be best friends Raphael,” I paused as he turned away from me. “I’m... sorry if I hurt you. I just wasn’t expecting to see him.”

“I don’t want you to see him anymore,” Raph ordered.

“Excuse me?” I tilted my head, my stubborn streak flaring.

“You heard me,” He snapped.

“No, what I heard was you ordering me to do something like you have some power over me!” I folded my arms. “You can’t and won’t stop me from seeing my friend.”

“Won’t, huh?” He challenged.

“I won’t let you.” I narrowed my eyes. “You can’t order me around,” I grit my teeth.

He stalked over to me, staring me down, using his height and stature against me.

“If you like Casey so much why don’t you go and be with him?” He snarled.

“Because I don’t love Casey!” I growled. “I love you!”

“Coulda fooled me,”

I blinked at his words, hurt filling up in my chest as I took a small step backward. My arms, once folded in defiance, now wrapped themselves around me in defense and comfort.

Looking down I bit my lips, shaking my head.

After everything that I had given, everything that I put up with and gave to him... We had fights before. It was unavoidable with his temper and my stubbornness... but he never crossed a line like that. I didn’t even know that I had drawn a line like that.

“You... really think I don’t love you?” My voice was small, afraid. I didn’t dare to look up at him.

He didn’t answer. Maybe that hurt worse than if he did respond.

“I’m sorry...” I whispered and fled from the roof, fighting tears as I made it back to my apartment.

I ran into Casey though in my feat. Or maybe he was there waiting for me. 

“Hey, Y/n/n, what’s going on? What did he say?”

“Nothing Case... just stay out of it.” My voice broke, as a tear escaped.

“No, Y/n, come on, let me help.” He grabbed my arm and spun me around, holding my shoulder gently.

His brown eyes promised comfort. They promised summer days in the sun and climbing treed and laughs and safety. They promised home. It broke me.

My tears started to fall as I desperately wiped away my tears not caring in the slightest that he pulled me into a comforting embrace, or that Raphael would be watching. I needed a friend right now. I needed Casey right now.

“He said he didn’t think that I loved him,” I hiccupped into Casey’s shoulder. “He wanted me to stay away from you.”

“That asshole,” He muttered, rubbing my back. “Let me take you home, then I’ll go talk to him,”

“CJ, you can’t do that. He’s so beyond mad right now.” I fought back weakly. “You’ll get hurt... I don’t want him to hurt you too,” I whispered.

“I can handle myself,” He smiled. “Besides, nothing could hurt more than you breaking my nose,” He baited.

I sniffled a laughed and wiped my eyes.

“You’re the one who said I wouldn’t do it,” I argued weakly.

I led him as we walked along the dark streets of New York, and I couldn’t deny that I was glad that Casey was there. I couldn’t imagine walking home alone like this and not being a potential target.

We fell into a comfortable silence, walking next to another. It was like breathing being around Casey.

“This is me,” I whispered, pausing at my building door. “Thanks Case... please, just leave it for the night,” I begged.

“Yeah, sure, sure,” He smiled. We both knew that he wasn’t letting it go. I sighed softly.

“Thank you, Casey,” I smiled softly. “Despite the turn of events, I’m really glad that I got to see you again.”

“Same here,” He returned the smile and pulled me into a quick hug. “Night Y/n,” 

“Night CJ,” I gave and headed inside.

Closing and locking the door to my apartment, I leaned against it and rubbed my face, sliding down to the floor.

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“Raph, what the hell man!?” Casey hopped up onto the roof. 

“Fuck off Casey,” He growled, pacing and drawing out his sais.

“No! I don’t really give a damn what you do about me, but you hurt Y/n and that’s not okay with me!” Casey held his ground.

“Oh, and you think you know her now!?” Raph coked his head to the side. “She’s mine.”

“Then why are you treating her like shit!? She doesn’t deserve that. For once she got to be happy and have another friend in on the secret and you shut her down!” Casey yelled.

Raph growled and tensed to attacked. Casey just stood there.

“Hit me, break me, do whatever Raph, I don’t care, but stop hurting her. She’s my friend. She’s my family.” Casey’s voice was calm and collected as he remained defenseless.

He poised to strike. Casey flinched, awaiting the blow. 

“Raphael!”

They both turned to see you coming over the side of the building and running between the two. You were panting and determined. Your eyes like ice as you glared Raphael down.

“He’s my friend, and I won’t let you hurt him. Not over me.”

“Get out of the way,” Raphael hissed, keeping his eyes locked on Casey. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Really?” You snorted. “I don’t think that’s the case Raph. I really don’t.” 

His eyes flashed to yours, confused.

“What do you mean?”

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“You want to hurt me,” I bit out. “You want to hurt me like it hurt when I saw Casey again. You want me to hurt because you’re hurt.”

His eyes narrowed as my heart hammered in my chest and adrenaline coursed through my veins. We stared each other down, neither one giving in.

“You want to hurt him? You go through me.” I hissed. “Because you can’t hurt him without hurting me too,”

I watched as the resolve in his eyes unraveled and slowly, he sagged into a stance of defeat.

“Casey get out of here,” I hissed. “Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” I heard him mutter as I went over to Raph.

I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t know how to make any of this right. Here were these two pieces of my life, once in perfect order, now colliding together into a jumbled mess.

Raph spoke while I was mentally trying to sort this all out.

“I... understand if you want to be with him over me,” He sounded defeated. 

There it was. There was what he had been hiding behind all the anger and fury. 

“If I wanted to be with him, I would have said yes to him a long time ago Raph,” 

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

I let out a little laugh.

“Everyone expected us to get together. We were childhood sweethearts you could say... and he did ask me out... in maybe fifth grade? I said no, and he moved away with his dad that summer.” I smiled at the memory. “God, he was a dorky kid,”

I looked up at Raph,

“But I said yes to you,” I wrapped my arms around myself. “The girl Casey knew... she’s long gone. But there was a time that she needed someone like Casey.” I looked over the edge to the city around us.

“And now?” Raph came up beside me.

“Now I need you,” I shot him a look. “Even if you are an asshole sometimes.”

He chuckled sadly and shifted sheepishly.

“Y/n, I’m sorry about what I said...” He admitted, timid. “I didn’t mean it. I know you love me. I do, I was just...”

“Scared. Hurt. I know Raph,”

“Jealous,” He corrected. “I was jealous, and I should have trusted you. I felt like I was going to lose you,”

“The only way you could lose me is by sending me away,” I whispered. 

“I’m sorry Y/n,”

I took a deep breath and nodded.

“I know,” I turned to him, “I know, but that wasn’t okay... I’m going to have friends. I’m going to have other guy friends and you need to be okay with that. Raph... you’re apart of my world... not all of it. I know that hurts but...” 

“You have a life beside me,” He completed. 

I nodded. 

“I’m really sorry Y/n, I’ll... I’ll work on it.” He promised. 

I gave a hesitant smile, wanting to believe him. Only time would tell. 

“Now what is this I hear about you punching Casey in the face?” 

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