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Birthday Confession - Reader x Rise!Leonardo

FEM

Pairings: Leonardo/Reader

Characters included: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo

Warnings: n/a

Series: No

Summary: Leo realizes he has a huge crush on Y/N and when she invites him and his family home for her birthday he plans to finally confess

Word count: 7245

Authors Note: I was struggling a bit at times when writing it but I did have fun, I hope I noticed most mistakes while editing it!! I didn’t plan to end up writing this exclusively from Leo’s perspective but here we are haha

Request: Hi Ram! 😄 Can I request a fluffy long oneshot with prompts: “And I love, I love, I love you.” and [a gentle “I love you too whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss] about Rottmnt Leo attempts to confess his romantic feelings to shy!fem!human! reader and he end up super flustered, but it’s okay because she thinks it’s cute? Hint: She has romantic feelings for Rottmnt Leo too! I live for flustered Leo! 💕 Please?? ~🍓 (she)

Leonardo Hamato, otherwise known as Neon Leon. The face man of the group at first and later the leader of the Mad Dogs. He is charming, confident, skilled, and so incredibly talented. None were faster than him and with his portal magic he was basically unstoppable. Some, mostly he himself, might say he was even invincible!

He had no weaknesses! Not if you asked him at least. If you asked his family though they would say things like that he was too cocky, egocentric, sometimes stupid, short sighted or something like that but those are only minor flaws! You might even call them quirks! If anything, they were like spices that just enhanced the whole package deal that was Leo.

Well, that was how he thought about himself for the longest time. That changed though.

You see, he had a bit of a condition. A condition that made his heartbeat so fast behind his plastron that he was sure that it would break out of his body. Something that made him break out in a nervous sweat and made his stomach tingle.

Yes, it’s true. Leonardo had a crush and a big one at that.

The face man had finally met his match. Somehow the charismatic turtle found his match in the incredibly shy Y/N. Even he was a bit confused how that happened.

When the turtles first met her, she was so shy she couldn’t look them in the eyes without breaking out into an embarrassed blush and trying to hide behind her hands. It took them around six months to finally make her comfortable enough around them that she would look them into their eyes properly.

The first time Leo properly realized his true feeling towards Y/N was when she finally managed to look into Leo’s eyes properly for a longer time besides the fleeting glances. He was so in awe as she seemed to stare into his very being with her beautiful, gorgeous eyes that was accompanied by her usual embarrassed blush that he completely missed what she was trying to tell him.

Leo gulped and when Y/N suddenly averted her eyes again, lightly scratching her pink cheek, he couldn’t help but think how soft her skin looked. How delicate her hand looked as it brushed along her jaw. What he wouldn’t do to hold her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her skin on his cold one.

Wait, what? What were those thoughts? This hasn’t happened before. Seeing how he was a cold-blooded creature it was only natural he would want to hold something warm, right? It was the first time he had this thought about another person though.

Oh, pizza supreme, right, he was talking to her, he needs to answer fast! He could feel the heat rising along his neck into his face.

Trying to save the little bit of dignity he had, he put on his cocky smile “Uh. Yeah, um.” He lost the fight before he even realized. The words died on his tongue. It was nice knowing you all, but this would be the end of Leonardo Hamato, it’s been real.

If he wasn’t blushing already, he had to be by now. His face was positively burning at this point, which was weird because, again, he was a cold-blooded creature.

But to his surprise Y/N giggled, staring at her hands as she repeated herself “Uh, Leo? I- I was asking you, uhm, if you wanted to come to my home for my birthday? I invited the others as well. April and Casey will, uh, will also be there so… I thought it be nice to celebrate at my place?”

Oh!

His heart was jumping around in his chest as he nodded, not fully trusting his voice yet, he cleared his throat “Yeah! For sure! Sounds great, of course I’ll be there as well. I get to celebrate your birthday and get a chance to snoop around in your place? Sounds like fun.” If Leo could, he would pick the words right back out of the air and stuff them back down his throat. He tried to lighten up the awkward situation but ended up saying whatever this was.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his little joke, something she seemed to have adopted from his brothers to deal with his wonderful humor despite her shyness “I know. It’s, uh, the first time I’m inviting you guys over so I kind of expect you guys to… do… that. Yes. It’s also my way of thanking you guys for being my friends! It’s difficult for me to open up and all that so April had the idea that I could invite you guys over. That way you guys will see how I live and, I don’t know, get to know me better? Ah, now that I say that out loud it sounds so weird!”

She immediately slapped her hands on her face, groaning. Probably mentally beating herself up.

Leo couldn’t help but smirk, it was a nice sentiment, and it melted his heart. Ever since he knew her, he knows that she has been struggling a lot with her shyness. To be fair she has gotten way better, before she could barely even stutter out a word but now over the course of six months the guys had managed to make her feel more comfortable around them. She cracked jokes, was okay to hang out with them and even came up with things to do together. It was honestly a great feeling knowing she worked hard to overcome her own problems just so she could be closer with the mutant family.

They all made sure that she knew, that, sure while all of them are pretty much extroverted and wild, she still fit in all of that and was now a part of their little family. No matter what she might be thinking, she belonged with them, and they wouldn’t let her go that easily now.

“That sounds like a great idea.” Leo suddenly spoke. He made sure to sound as confident and genuine as possible. It must have worked since Y/N peaked out between her fingers.

Time to double down and squash her worries.

“I’m sure we all will have a great time and don’t worry too much, Y/N. Please don’t force yourself to do anything though, we love you the way you are. We won’t be going anywhere so there will be plenty of time to get to know each other. I mean, telling you the truth, I have trouble opening up as well, so while our reasons might differ, I can at least sympathize with you.” He really didn’t mean to add the last sentence but there it was, out in the air, just like that and it was shockingly the honest truth.

It felt like a clumsy attempt to cheer her up, but it did result in Y/N releasing her hands from her face and in exchange gave Leo a soft smile, her eyes darting back to his own “Yeah. You’re right. I appreciate this, Leo. Thank you.”

Leo gave her a confident nod, his thoughts darting all over the place, but one thing was certain. He loved her genuine smile, and he made a mental note to ensure to see it as often as possible. How it still took him days after this to realize that he had a full-on crush on Y/N he now couldn’t understand.

Probably for the fact that it was the first time this has happened. This whole crush situation. Hence also the reason why he was so incredibly bad at dealing with it.

Whenever Y/N was in the lair he made sure to stay close or at least steal glances at her. It frankly felt weird when he couldn’t keep an eye on her. He would ask her a ton of times if she wanted something to drink, maybe another pizza? Some snacks? If Y/N wanted some proper food, he could probably make Mikey cook something nice up. Was the lair cold? Maybe a blanket would be nice, he could just in case grab his own from his own room if one wasn’t enough! He probably also had a hoodie or a jacket laying around she could borrow.

In Leo’s mind he was just being a mindful friend who was trying to make his shy friend feel comfortable because he knew she would probably feel bad asking for things. His brothers though soon noticed that something else was going on.

The teasing officially begun when they all sat down to think about what to gift Y/N for her birthday. It was the first time they got invited over to her so all of them were excited to see her place.

“I really wanna draw something for Y/N but since I haven’t seen her home yet, I’m scared it wouldn’t fit in anywhere.” Mikey sighed, he made himself comfy on one of the beanbags.

Raph patted Mikey’s head like he tends to do when he tried to console him “There, there. Honestly, I don’t think Y/N would care much. I’m sure she would find a nice place for your art. You know how happy she gets when you show off your art to her.”

Another sigh escaped Mikey’s lips “Yeah but like can you imagine if I actually managed to draw a picture with colors that fit perfectly into her home though! It would feel even more personal!”

“Oh, little brother of mine, what Y/N needs is a new phone, clearly.” Donnie piped up, a proud smile on his face. He seemed to be sure he had the best idea.

And sadly Leo had to admit that it really wasn’t a bad idea. Her old phone was basically dying every 5 minutes and had to be charged constantly. She once complained about it since it was her only safe haven she had when she was outside alone surrounded by strangers. Putting on headphones so no one would approach her and playing games on her phone to block out the people and her own worries.

“So, what? You will make her a new phone?” Leo asked.

Donnie nodded enthusiastically “Obviously! I will ensure to give her an upgraded phone that will have a powerful battery and will be safe to any kind of virus and malware out there. I might even add some extra features to help her in her every day. I want to see you guys’ top that!”

On one hand this was a really thoughtful gift, on the other hand of course to Donnie this was mostly about who got Y/N the best gift.

That was when suddenly a worrying thought entered Leo’s mind “Uh, Donnie. No crazy extra’s, just a normal phone. Please. I don’t want another Shelldon situation going on, or that lovely time you gifted us these gadgets.”

“Scoff!” Donnie said angrily, placing his hand theatrically on his plastron where his heart was” I can’t believe you would insinuate that I’d repeat that kind of mistake!”

When all three of his brothers just narrowed their eyes at the purple turtle, he had to admit defeat and hung his head down “Alright, alright, I got it. A normal phone it is. That is, a normal phone with a powerful battery and a ton of space to run a lot of games! I will make sure it’ll be able to run even the more powerful ones!”

“That will be more than enough Don, you can show off your abilities another time, but this should be more than plenty.” Raph put on his big brother voice to ensure that Donnie didn’t plan anything crazy.

Now it was Leo’s time to sigh “Great. Einstein here is gifting Y/N a phone and I have no idea what to do. It should definitely be something personal though. Something from the heart and stuff.” He mumbled the last part and was sure no one heard it, yet he could see Raph raise his eyebrow.

Suddenly Mikey gasped, his eyes lit up “Oh my gosh! I just had the perfect idea on what I can gift Y/N! Donnie! I wanna make a case for the new phone! That way I can gift her a personalized art piece and it’ll protect the phone!”

Even Donnie’s eye lit up at that. If Leo had to guess it was probably due to the fact it was a way to protect his precious invention.

“Oh, what? You guys work together on the gift? I wanna get in on it as well!” Raph exclaimed, raising his arms into the air to emphasize his point. A pout making its way on his face.

Leo moved next to his big brother, nodding along “Yeah! What he said! What about us!”

Donnie just shrugged, he didn’t care either way while Mikey placed one finger against his chin, deep in thought “I mean… Hm. Oh! You guys could make her like phone charms! You know these charms that hang off the phone on a string! I’m sure I have some stuff in my room you guys can use to make one!”

This was… actually not a bad idea. Trust Mikey to find a creative, personal, and heartfelt gift idea.

Yet, to Mikey this might seem like a no brainer but both Leo and Raph looked at each other a bit unsure. Oh, Leo was sure he’d make the perfect charm, of course, but Raph was another story. He could get a bit frustrated when it came to make intricate little things. Yeah, he wasn’t doubting his own abilities at all.

Almost as if Mikey could read their thoughts he added “Ah, don’t worry. It’s easy! Besides if it’s not perfect it shows off more character and as long as it from you guys and you did your best you know Y/N will love it no matter what. If all else fails though I’m here to help you both.”

Mikey had a huge grin on his face. He rarely had the chance to share one of his interests with his brothers like this. Sure, as little tots they spend time to draw together but that that changed over time and now whenever he offered to draw or do something else creative together, they often refused.

He also relished the fact that he got to show and teach something to his older brothers instead the usual other way around.

Anyway that is how they all ended up piggybacking off of Donnie’s gift and why Leo and Raph were currently sitting in the living room surrounded by string, glue, clay, paints and a lot of beads. All courtesy of Mikey of course.

Raph was currently trying to put some red beds on a green string, his eyes were almost cross eyed as he stared on the single small bead in between his big fingers while his other hand tried to hold the string steady. His brows were narrowed, creating the famous Raph crease on his forehead.

Leo on the other hand was just absentmindedly rolling around a piece of white clay between the palms of his hands. It’s been ages since Leo did anything like it. They used to all craft together to make their dad a gift, mostly whenever they wanted something from him but still, it was still a gift from the heart.

What could he make for Y/N? A little sword would be cool right? Like one of his swords? No, that wouldn’t work, right? I mean that’s more of a thing that he’d enjoy. But he was mostly thinking of it as a lucky charm! His swords are kind of his lucky charms after all. They keep him alive and let him do some really cool mystic stuff.

But a lucky charm for Y/N, huh? Would he be able to make a mini version of himself with clay?

As soon as this thought entered his brain, he immediately felt the, at this point, familiar feeling of a blush spreading across his face. With a sudden gasp to get more cold air in, he shook his head trying to shake off the blush and his embarrassment.

He totally forgot that Raph was sitting in front of him. He let out an amused snort as he stared at his younger brother. His hands still in the air in the motion of trying to put on the bead on the string. When Raph’s smile just widened with a knowing look in his eyes Leo couldn’t help himself but let out an annoyed huff.

Turning his head away he tried to act as casual as possible, suddenly the small clay ball in his hands was incredibly interesting “What?”

Raph let his hands fall back down into his lap, a soft chuckle escaped him “So, Leo. Are you planning on telling her on her birthday?”

Panic rose in Leo’s chest, it suddenly felt like there was cold sweat coating his body “Wuh- What? I don’t know what you can possibly mean, Raphael.” Ah yes, this clay ball is actually really interesting! These creases and cracks in the material are horrible though, he definitely had to get those out. Can’t make a charm out of it if it’s all cracked and stuff.

Seriously what could Raph possibly mean? Tell whom what? What was there to tell anyone? There wasn’t anything to be told!

When Leo dared to finally take a look at his brother, his brother immediately took his chance to flick Leo on his forehead.

“Ouch! What was that for!”

“Leo has a crush on Y/N!” he sang, actually, the snapping turtle fully belted this out.

Embarrassment and fear washed over Leo, he dropped the clay and jumped onto his brother, wrapping his hands around his snout to make him shut up “No! No! Raph, nuh uh! Nope. Nada. Non. No!”

Crush? Ridiculous! But even if he had he didn’t need to yell it out into the whole lair for the others to hear! Donnie would be insufferable, Mikey would probably try to Dr. Feelings him and please for the love of everything he didn’t want their dad to hear about this!

This was a hypothetical though. Yep.

It really was no trouble for Raph to pry Leo off his face, grabbing him by the top of his shell to move him away from him “Then why are you getting so worked up?”

Leo tried to answer but when he opened his mouth nothing came out but a high-pitched whine. He couldn’t defend himself! Why couldn’t he defend himself? Damn, Raph! Damn him!

Was it so obvious he had a soft spot for their shy friend that it made Raph believe he had a crush on her? A crush, hah, that’s ridiculous.

Sure, he keeps thinking about her. Keeps wishing to hold her in his arms, trace his fingers through her hair and he keeps thinking about fun things he could show her or how to spend time with her. After whenever she was around things just seemed to be better! Of course he wanted to spend his time with her if he felt like that around her, it’s only natural!

His hands flew up to his warm face with a smack.

Oh god he did have a crush!

Oh wow, he had a crush!

He had a crush on Y/N.

Leo had to finally give in and accept the fact that he did have a crush, which must have shown in his body language because suddenly there was a large hand on his shell in a supporting manner.

“Heh, can’t believe it took you this long to realize.”

This pulled Leo back to earth and he peaked one of his eyes out behind his hands to look at Raph “What does that mean?”

“Bro.” Raph begun, his voice flat “Literally all of us noticed that you are crushing hard on Y/N. It’s honestly a miracle that she hasn’t realized it yet.”

“What? Was I that obvious?” Leo screeched out. How?! Also why was breathing suddenly so hard! And everything was warm and this tingly feeling in his stomach doesn’t help at all!

Raph snorted “Uh, yeah. Very much so. Even Donnie knew what was going on and he doesn’t care about emotions.”

“And Y/N really doesn’t know?!” he was now nervously squashing the clay ball onto the ground.

“According to April she doesn’t know at all. Honestly, it’s been really funny seeing both of you so clueless.”

Raph would not mention that the three brothers plus April had secret bets on who would confess to whom first and when. That would stay with him and the other three.

It took a while and a lot of confidence for Leo to finally ask “How did you know?”

Raph just raised his eyebrow at that, as if this was a self-explanatory question “For one, we are your brothers. We literally grew up with you. And also, it was super obvious because whenever Y/N is around you hover around her not leaving your eyes of off her if you can. You keep staring at her with those eyes and that stupid smile, of course we noticed.”

“Ah.”

“So, will you confess on her birthday all dramatic like?”

“What? No! I wouldn’t- why should I!”

“Because she cares for you too. She is literally the most comfortable with you around. Come on! You defeated the Shredder, you can say three words to your crush!”

Y/N was the most comfortable around him? Well, when she came to visit, she did tend to approach Leo the most and the two liked to chill together. Their chat on their phones was littered with memes and inside jokes but also conversations where one would listen to the other and offer their best advice or just a listening ear.

Talking with her about anything, really, was just so easy.

But while Leo appreciated the pep talk from Raph he wasn’t so sure if confessing was a smart move.

“What if… What if she doesn’t feel that way and I destroy our friendship.”

“No, you won’t! Besides I doubt you could keep those emotion in for whatever how long. Now, stop stalling and let’s continue working on Y/N’s gift or you will really have to swoop her off her feet on her birthday if you want to compete with our gifts!”

Stalling? Raph was the one who began teasing him!

And yet he was right, he should finally work on that charm. Come on, it was just a simple charm for his crush. No biggie! But how is he supposed to work now after this whole conversation?!

So, cool, his family realized before him he had a crush and Raph seems to be really sure he should confess to Y/N. To be fair, he trusted Y/N enough to know that even if she didn’t feel the same way, she would still be his friend, but things would still change right? He is just a mutant turtle, okay yeah, he is a rad mutant turtle, but still, not a human.

Yet there was this spark of hope in him. What if she did feel the same way? The thought made his heart race. He could take her out to dates, actually he could teleport around and take her out for incredible dates! What if he asked her for places she always wanted to visit and try to figure out how to teleport over there. Then again, he also wouldn’t mind just staying home, spending time together. Just anything with her would be good for him. Would she feel the same way?

Maybe he really should try telling her. He could continue on living and waiting for the crush to disappear just for the sake of their friendship but the overwhelming beautiful emotions he got from imagining what could happen if she felt the same way?

Well, it sure felt like a risk worth taking.

With new confidence and a plan in his head, he now finally begun sculpting something out of the clay. A little mini-Leo and a small little sword on a blue string.

The mini-Leo was, let’s just say the green paint with the blue for the mask definitely helped to identify what it was and the mini sword, was a sword yes, but Mikey assured him that it would be obvious and happily helped him to put the finishing touches on the little sculptures.

Leo couldn’t help but think that Y/N’s birthday arrived way too fast. The days before her birthday he began fretting over what he would say to her, debating once again if he really should but something in him, maybe it was his own Mind-Raph, told him he needed to do it.

To help himself prepare he begun reading stupid romantic novels, immediately skipping to the confession scene. He even watched romcoms in his room in secret. Wrote down a whole speech on what to say to Y/N but when he and his brothers stood on the fire escape staircase at the side of Y/N’s building, he could already tell that all of this preparation was for nothing.

Mikey was beaming, he was probably the most excited of the group to see Y/N’s place, hence why he was the one who knocked on her window. Raph and Donnie were waiting next to Mikey, trying to take a peek inside while Leo stood behind them. He was busy trying to calm his beating heart and put on his usual smug smile on.

Come on! He is the face man! It should be easy to slip into a persona to navigate this situation! It’s one of his many talents after all!

Before he could continue overthinking this further, the window finally opened, and his brothers eagerly entered the apartment. Leo followed closely behind.

Once inside Leo finally spotted Y/N. She had a big smile on her face as she ushered the group into the living room.

The living room was covered in warm colors. There were a ton of pillows on the sofa and all sorts of knick-knack on basically all available surfaces. A lot of printed out pictures were littered along the walls, showing pictures of herself, her family, April and what Leo assumed were other friends.

Of course, Y/N was also dressed up for her own birthday, but his heart skipped a beat when he noticed that her outfit was in a blue color scheme. Aw man, this was unfair! He was already blushing, and he hasn’t even said a word yet to her! How was he supposed to say these three magical words to her! He couldn’t! He will probably die of a heart attack!

“I hope it wasn’t any trouble getting over here!” Y/N greeted them cheerily.

Raph didn’t waste a moment to envelop Y/N in a bone crushing hug, lifting her off her feet “It was no trouble at all! Happy Birthday!”

“Aw, thanks, big guy!” She laughed, returning his hug as well as she could.

As soon as Raph let her down, Mikey was the next to throw his own hug at her and yelled out a “Happy Birthday!” her way as well, jumping excitedly with her into the air.

Donnie gave Y/N a somewhat theatrical bow, opting out of a hug, and said his own Happy Birthday. Y/N returned his action with a warm smile and a big “Thank you, Donnie.” She knew Donnie wasn’t one for physical affection. She always seemed to know how to best react and interact with all four of them. Yeah, she was great like that.

Now it was Leo’s turn. A hug, right? He hugged her before. Just a hug for his friend for her birthday! He just hoped he wouldn’t be shaking or that she could hear how his heart was beating like crazy inside his chest.

Trying to act like usual, he threw his arms around her and pressed his warm cheek against her head, lightly swaying with her in his arms “Happy Birthday, Sunshine!”

When she wrapped her arms around his back and pressed herself further into him, he was sure he was dying. Oh god, he could only imagine the looks his brothers were currently giving him. He is sure if Y/N would leave right now they’d tease him forever.

Leo was the first to let go, suddenly very aware of the nervous sweat on the palms of his hands “Well, your home looks comfy.”

Nice. Good one. Good job, Leo. Master in small talk.

Y/N chuckled shyly “Oh, um, thanks.”

Never has he been happier that Donnie cut in, shoving him away from the Birthday Girl, holding out a little package wrapped in purple wrapping paper.

Y/N’s eyes widened at the realization of what this was “Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

But Donnie just gave her deadpan look “It’s your birthday! Of course!”

“Yeah!” Mikey added in “Birthdays are there so your friends can show you, their appreciation! And we wanna show you that we appreciate you! Now, don’t worry about it and open it!”

“Wait, let me grab April and Casey and maybe some slices of cake fir-“she began but Mikey, Donnie and Raph interrupted her.

“Just open it!”

Tentatively she grabbed the small package and begun unwrapping it, soon holding a, of course, purple cell phone. This time her eyes seemed to grow into the size of plates “What?! A phone?! Are- Are you sure?!”

This was Donnie’s time to shine. With a smug look on his face, he began to explain “Well you complained about your own phone all the time, so I, as the genius inventor that I am, can’t have my friend suffering like this. This phone has a battery life that will last you for days, you can download all kinds of games and I even loaded some of my own favorite games on it already.”

It was clear that Donnie wanted to keep on going into the details of the technology, but Mikey interrupted him “Yeah, so, now that you opened this up, we can give you, our gifts!”

At this point Y/N was utterly flabbergasted “There is more?! Guys, that’s- that’s too much!”

But Mikey waved her off, instead he gave her his own orange wrapped gift. She opened it and in her hands was now a multicolored phone case specifically made for the phone Donnie made her. It looked like someone splashed blue, red, orange and purple on the case. It was also littered with little drawings like turtles, pizza and more. It was chaotic but beautiful. Y/N didn’t hesitate to immediately put it on her new phone, cradling it close to her chest.

“And now for me and Leo here.” Raph spoke up “We both made something for you as well.”

She opened Raph’s gift first, showing off his little charm. Green string that was covered in red beads and other cute little beads like glittery stars. A cute little cat hung off the end of the string. Mikey helped a lot with that.

Next was Leo’s, who shakily gave her his own gift. When she opened it, she let out a little gasp at seeing the mini-Leo. Holding it close to her face to take a better look at it.

Worried that this gift might come over as more egocentric than he meant he jumped in “Well, uh, I- I wanted to make you a little lucky charm.” He cleared his throat, cursing his nervousness “It’s my way to say that, um, I’ve got your back! Yeah! I’ve got enough luck to share so I’m sharing with you!”

Yeah, sure this is one way to phrase it.

Leo definitely noticed the knowing looks of his brothers.

When Y/N looked back up, her eyes were glossy, for a moment Leo thought he screwed everything up but then she held the gifts against her chest, talking to the whole group now “This is the best birthday I ever had. This is all so thoughtful and amazing. I’m- I’m so lucky to know you guys.”

“Aw, we are glad you love it!” Mikey smiled.

Somehow Leo suddenly felt less nervous at this response from Y/N. These gifts were definite proof that the four cared about her and she must have understood the underlying meaning of their gifts for this reaction.

Does she also sense the hidden meaning behind his gift?

Y/N wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, her ever present blush on her face “Want to get some cake? Baked it, uh, baked it myself. I hope it’s good.”

This caught Mikey’s attention “Oh! You made it yourself! Let chef Mikey try it, I’m sure it’s amazing, Y/N!”

With that he followed Y/N who was leading the group through her apartment into her kitchen where they met April and Casey, both happily munching on some cake.

Casey noticed the phone with the charms, that Y/N was still cradling against her chest, and asked, very loudly, where that came from.

Y/N explained happily that it was a gift from all the four turtles which resulted in April to point her fork at Donnie talking about a “Donnie-Blocker” or something. Leo had to admit he wasn’t paying too much attention. He was still drawn to Y/N who was holding on to the phone with he charms as if it would disappear any second. Realistically he knew it was a great gift, but he didn’t realize that Y/N would love it that much.

It made him happy to see her genuine, dreamy smile again.

Yet, Y/N suddenly pocketed her new phone and instead moved to place a piece of the cake onto a plate with a fork, with the plate in hand she made her way towards Leo. Uh oh, she was walking over to him! Leo! Stop staring! Look like you were listening to the conversation! Maybe chuckle! Yeah, they are all loveable idiots, there are always chuckle-able situations.

He couldn’t make himself chuckle though. No, he was still looking at Y/N who approached him, softly pressing the plate towards his plastron.

“Not hungry?”

He didn’t immediately grab a piece of the cake since he was so nervous. Now that he thought about it, he hasn’t eaten much in the last few days. Did she think he didn’t want to try her cake? The cake she made herself? For this party?

With way more gusto than he meant to Leo grabbed the plate and fork and begun shoveling the cake into his mouth. The cake was soft, sweet, and really, really good! It could definitely rival Mikey’s baking skills! Another talent of hers, he made a mental note of that, so he could bring up her baking skills whenever she begun doubting herself again.

Y/N must have noticed Leo’s eyes widen because she suddenly looked at her feet, her blush darkening “Uh, it’s alright?”

“Alright?! It’s fantastic, Sunshine. You did an amazing job.”

She let out a deep breath, almost as if she was holding one in as she waited for his reaction. Knowing her she probably was. Yeah, at this point Leo knew some of her mannerism, how could he not with the way he made sure she was doing alright all the time. Okay and also, he just can’t take his eyes off of her in general.

Seeing her just made him happy, okay?

This whole crush thing will be the death of him. Rarely was he this worried about anything.

How was he even supposed to go about this whole confession thing? Just go “Hey, Y/N can I talk to you in private?” and just confess? Just like that?

“Oh? Uh y-yeah we can talk if, if you want. We can go to the liv-living room the others are busy here.”

Wait, what?

Did he just imagine this? But Y/N approached the door out of the kitchen, towards the living room.

Wait a minute. What just- Huh?

Did he actually ask the question out loud? Did he?! Pizza supreme he is such a horrible idiot. What is he supposed to do! Can he somehow bail? And leave Y/N hanging? No, he couldn’t.

Before he could properly process what was happening his feet began moving on their own. Step by step he followed his crush back into the living room. With every step it felt like his heart began beating louder. He had to really make sure to control his breathing or he was sure he would be dizzy by now. His throat and mouth suddenly felt so dry.

Y/N entered the living room and stood in the middle of it, looking at Leo with a bashful expression. There was curiosity but also worry etched into her face. Oh no, Leo couldn’t stand seeing her worried.

Taking in a shaky breath Leo, placed the plate, which he was still clutching like a lifeline, on the coffee table and he slowly approached Y/N. Looking down at her. He could tell she tried her best to look into his face, but her eyes began darting around all over the place.

Leo opened his mouth to start speaking but the words were lost on him. His thoughts were just filled with everything he loved about her. Her beauty, her character, her everything, really.

Y/N moved her hand to her own bicep, slightly rubbing along her arm “Yeah, so, uhm, here we are.” Here voice was weak and shaking. She was nervous as well.

“Yeah.” He whispered out. His face was so hot it reminded him of the time he ate some poison from Meatsweats and random body parts felt like they were on fire. Well, they kind of were but that’s not the point right now! This wasn’t the time to get distracted!

“I wanted to tell you something?” why did it sound like a question? Why did he make it sound like a question?

Wincing at his own stupidity he just stared at Y/N, waiting for her confused expression but instead she just nodded. Her way to give him the go ahead.

If he could only properly think but at this point, he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, and it was getting really difficult to stay concentrated.

Okay, take a deep breath, Leo. Just three words. You practiced this. You can do this. No matter what Y/N felt she was an amazing enough person that she wouldn’t judge him.

Leo took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth, closing his eyes during this process in hopes of sorting his thoughts. Opening his eyes again, he met with Y/N’s.

“Y/N you are… amazing. Uh. Ever since we met, I’ve been enjoying my time I’ve spent with you. You are the first person I really began opening up to.” He let out a soft chuckle “Honestly sometimes it scares me how easy it is to just talk to you. I’m just so amazed by how attentive you are. Not only can you ease my worry but also that of my brothers. Man, you notice before any of us when one of our brothers is going through something and I just love seeing you interact with them. It makes me happy to know we have you around and that we can rely on you.”

As he continued Y/N kept looking up at him, her blush darkened even more, and he couldn’t stop but notice as her mouth slightly opened. Was it shock? Was this bad?

“You are always here for us. You’ve been there for me after bad fights, whenever I have nightmares and I get worried about being the new leader of the Mad Dogs, that’s why, uh, I made you that charm. You’ve been my lucky charm, Y/N, so I was hoping I could be yours because- because…”

Three words. Three words.

That was when Y/N suddenly grabbed Leo’s hands and held them firmly between her warm fingers. Her touch was so careful, almost as if she would scare him away with this action. Leo’s breath hitched.

Taking another deep breath, he moved one of his hands out between her hands and before she could recoil in embarrassment, he made sure to clasp it on top of her. Lightly squeezing her hand.

“Uh, yeah, um, like I said you are amazing, and I love- I love- I love you!”

Leo couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes shut as he exclaimed the last part. It was out! He said it! No regrets now! He expected for Y/N to maybe pull her hands away, stomp out of the room and never talk to him again or something like that but instead he could feel her tighten her grip on his hand.

Tentatively he opened one of his eyes to see her closer than before. Her breath fanning his snout as she smiled softly at him. Leo couldn’t help but involuntarily lick his own lips and take a glance at her rosy lips. Well, she hasn’t run off, but she isn’t saying anything either!

“Please don’t feel forced to- Mmph!” Leo wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t feel forced to return his feelings and that it was okay to reject him but suddenly she pressed her soft lips against his.

He was in complete shock. There he stood. Finally confessing his feeling to his crush in honestly a disaster of a confession and in return she kissed him! She kissed him!

Y/N moved away from him, an almost cheeky grin on her face, as she studied his stunned expression.

Leo.exe has (officially) stopped working.

He must have looked ridiculous because Y/N let out a giggle. She moved one of her hands to the side of his face, softly moving her thumb across his blushing cheek. With an involuntary hum Leo leaned into her touch.

“I love you too.” She finally whispered.

It felt like his heart exploded in a feeling of excitement, euphoria, happiness. Whatever you wanted to call this emotion it enveloped his whole being with her own confession.

Leo immediately crashed his own lips against hers again. Her soft ones moving against his as they melted into each other. Y/N wrapped her arms slowly around his neck, her finger slowly tracing at the back of his head while his arms found their way around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

When the two finally had to break the kiss for the sad fact that both needed oxygen to live, Leo took the chance to just take a look at Y/N.

Y/N loved him! She kissed him! She returned his feelings and yet he didn’t seem to fully process what was happening.

Oh god, he was kissing her! He was kissing her!

Y/N’s hand came back down to slowly trace one finger along his cheekbone. Leo couldn’t help but bite down on his own lip in embarrassment, knowing very well that his own cheeks must be so bright right now.

Not that Y/N looked different but that was a beautiful look on her, a look he could never get enough.

She softly chuckled “You are adorable, Leonardo.”

Oh, she did this on purpose! There is no way she didn’t know what it was doing to him and when she subtly raised her eyebrow, oh yeah, she knew. If he wasn’t still all mushy brained from the planned but still sudden confession, he’d try to say something witty, so, instead he leaned back down pecking Y/N’s blushy cheeks before pressing his lips back down on hers.

#rottmnt #rottmnt reader insert #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt x reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt reader insert #tmnt x reader insert

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years

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Hi! I recently found your blog and I adore your writing, love it. So recently I was rewatching TMNT 2012 and deadass wondering how anyone could see the boys as “ugly”. Soo maybe the 2012 Turtles try and scare off the reader by trying to use their “ugliness” but it backfires cuz the human is just absolutely smitten with how stunning they find the mutant? Thank you for your time, and have a great day! Love your work!

[A/n:bro same, I mean even if they were accurate looking turtles they'd still be cute. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:you met the turtles and they try and scare you off but you are smitten when seeing them

Type:scenario:Turtles & male reader

Version:2012

When turned around and seen the turtles, they expected you to scream and run away. But nope you sat there eyes wide and mouth open a little. So Raph did the one thing he thought when work. He pulled out his sais and acted as though he was gonna attack you, walked around close to you like a predator, hes watched enough documentarys about animals to know how to do this. But you only seemed more interested, and Leo seen what Raph was trying so he did it to, just a little more predator like. Same reaction. Now Mikey did sneak up on you and grabbed you, gently, and pulled up and Leo and Raph acted like they were gonna attack you. And still same reaction, but this time Raphs Sai was right there in your face, and Leo's katana was poking your side gently. Nothing.

"Guys, your embarrassing yourselves"

Everyone Looked at Donnie as she walked up to you.

"Sorry for them, their not use to humans not being scared of us. So why aren't you scared?"

"Scared? How come I be scared you four are stunning, like I've never seen anything like it well besides regular turtles"

The four were quiet, before Leo pulled them all into a group hug to talk to them.

"Look he's not scared if us, what do we do?"

"Scare him off"

"We tried that"

"What if we just befriend him, honestly it doesn't look like we have that much of a choice"

"That's perfect"

Now before any of the turtles could say a word, Mikey walked right over to you and extended his hand which you quickly grabbed.

"Hi, I'm Michelangelo but if you want you can call me Mikey"

They smiled at you.

"Well Mikey, I'm y/n"

Mikey put his arm around your shoulders and lead you to his siblings.

"Okay let's make this easier for you, these are my siblings"

Mikey gestured to their siblings, then stared at Leo waiting for him to say something.

"Oh right,

Leo extended his hand towards you.

"Leonardo but most people call me Leo"

You nodded before looking next to him, at the turtles wearing red. He signed.

"Raphael-"

"We call him Raph"

Raph had hit Leo just of the way he said it, all sneaky like its something only his siblings do. And because Leo cut him off. You giggled at them before looking at the tallest and last turtle.

"I'm Donatello or Donnie if you prefer"

You smiled down at him.

"Well you guys heard my name from a moment ago right?"

"Yeah"

"No"

Everyone looked at Leo.

"What I didn't! Unlike you guys I didn't listen in on the conversation"

"They were, like 3 feet away from us"

"And?"

You laughed a bit which caused you to get the turtles attention.

"It doesn't really matter, I'm y/n"

The rest of the time they were there was just getting to know you and you getting to know them before they left. And you went home that night noting knowing what you just did to yourself.

[A/n:I'm so sorry this took forever, I really wished I could have gotten this out sooner and if I'm being honest I don't really have an excuse. Sorry guys. I hope you enjoyed]

#tmnt #tmnt imagine #tmnt donatello #tmnt x male reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 x male reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012

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journey-to-the-attic · 9 days

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3rd anni req 15: levi / games (i.e. amogus)

ao3 link (i recommend looking at the end note of this one after you're done reading!! there is some supplementary stuff :^)

note: okay i did intend on fnaf for this prompt, but when it came to it i couldn't figure out how to write a proper thing - so amongus it was. thus the request list i published is a little inaccurate- hope you don't mind, vari! (requested by @valenrien

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“Ready?” Levi asks as soon as I slip into his room. “I’m all set up.”

“Ready,” I confirm, heaving myself over the edge of the bathtub and landing smoothly on a mound of cushions. “Are they online yet?”

“Raphael’s here,” Levi says, running his orange crewmate in circles around a completely stationary grey one. “Hang on, I’m gonna teach him how to put a hat on.”

“You do that…” I tip myself upside down, hanging my legs over the edge of the tub, then pull out my D.D.D. and ask, “Did Thirteen say she’d be free?”

“Should be. Hey, there’s Simeon.” Clicking, then a rustle as Levi turns to glance at me. “You’re gonna drop that on your face.”

“It’ll be fine,” I dismiss as the game boots up. Mammon’s out, so I decide to nick his colour for the game. “Thirteen in. Aw, look!”

Raphael’s little grey crewmate is wearing a halo. Simeon is still standing completely still in the middle of the waiting room. I’m not entirely sure if he remembers how to control the game.

“Solomon’s in,” says Levi over his shoulder, tapping the table restlessly. “Luke should— there he is. That leaves Diavolo, Barbatos…”

“...that’s everyone,” I conclude a few minutes later as Mephistopheles warps in. “Has Simeon moved yet?”

“Uhh, he walked a bit.” Levi types something at lightning speed.

[ Leviachan: simeon r u good ]

[ Salmon: We’re handling it ]

[ Mephistoph: The colour selection here is atrocious ]

[ Leviachan: just pick one n we can start ]

[ SSSime: 1 ]

[ SSSime: Pleas ]

[ Salmon: Could we get another five minutes? ]

[ Leviachan: fine ]

“I still don’t know what the plan is,” I say, setting my phone down as we wait for Simeon to get his bearings.

“Do we need one?” Levi asks, fiddling with a speaker. “We just need to point at Solomon.”

“Yeah, but if he is the impostor…”

“Eh, then we can wait ‘til the next game. Do you want your playlist on?”

“Oh, sure.” A bassline starts up. “...but we have to have a strategy, right? Otherwise everyone’ll know we’re trying to pull one over on them.”

“Eh… got any ideas?”

I hum. “Well, we need to keep track of him, otherwise we'll give it away if we accuse him when he has an alibi. So it won’t matter too much if one of us dies - we can track him better if one of us is a ghost. It’ll be a problem if we both die, but we might look suspicious if we just stick together the whole time - especially if someone figures out we’re trying to point to him. If we’re lucky, we put the idea in their heads, and they’ll start thinking everything he does is suspicious. We have to play the long game, though, or else they’ll vote him out in the first round and it won’t be any fun.”

“...you’ve been reading with Satan too much,” Levi concludes, but shoots me a grin. “Nice thinking, Counting on you, mastermind.”

Simeon’s little crewmate has started running excited circles around a motionless Barbatos. Diavolo is still cycling through hats, but everyone else seems ready. I give Levi a thumbs up, and he hits start.

“...huh.”

Levi glances over as the game loads in. “You okay?”

“Fine, yeah. Let’s split up first…”

I get a little worried about Simeon - he remains completely immobile at the main table for a good minute after the game begins, but soon enough he’s on his merry way. I head down to electrical, where Barbatos is evidently already having trouble with that spinning button-match task. I stop by the wires on the wall; I can tell when he finally completes it, because his little crewmate actually seems to jump when he notices me in there with him.

He comes a little closer. I step away from the panel and run a quick circle around him. He doesn’t move for a moment, but then does the same thing, and is soon on his way off to the next task, passing Mephistopheles as he leaves. I soon follow.

The action starts soon after that. I’m standing by one of the data download nodes when the buzzer goes off. Body reported!

[ Leviachan: where ]

[ 13: Electrical ]

[ Diavolo: Haha!! This game is delightful!! ]

[ Barbatos: If you could concentrate. ]

[ Barbatos: I was there earlier. I believe I passed the deceased on my way out. ]

[ Barbatos: I believe IK is innocent. We were alone in there for a while, but we both left unscathed. ]

[ detectiveik: barbatos is safe ]

[ Salmon: Barbatos, it’s just a game. You don’t need to type like you’re writing a telegram from the warfront ]

[ Leviachan: didn’t i see u go into electrical? ]

[ Salmon: Did you?? I haven’t been yet ]

[ Leviachan: pretty sure i did. 13 did u see him leave ]

[ 13: Don't think so ]

[ SSSime: How DO i VOt ]

[ Luke: We’re voting already? ]

[ Raph: Too soon to make any conclusions. Let’s play it safe ]

“Sowing the seeds,” Levi says triumphantly. “Hang on - what if he has medbay? If anyone sees…”

“I don’t think he even knows you can use it like that. He’s just gone into admin, anyway.” I run down and turn right, passing Luke.

A little while later, alarm goes off. Levi tuts. “Comms is down.”

“Oh, what? I’m up by O2. Hang on, I think Simeon’s stuck.”

“Solomon’s still in admin. There’s no one else in there…”

Body reported!

[ Barbatos: What a shame, Young Master. ]

[ Raph: Found him by the communications thing.

[ Raph: Whoever killed him left already. ]

[ Leviachan: any1 got an alibi ]

[ detectiveik: i’ve been watching simeon run in circles so i think he’s alright ]

[ Barbatos: And IK and I have both testified to each other’s innocence. ]

[ 13: Luke’s been with me on the left ]

[ Luke: Yes ]

[ 13: We were both on our way to fix the sabotage ]

[ detectiveik: solomon? ]

[ Salmon: I can’t get the damned card swipe to work ]

[ Leviachan: cmon its really not that hard ]

[ Leviachan: isn’t there a vent in admin ]

[ detectiveik: does it go anywhere close to comms? ]

[ Leviachan: idk i don’t remember ]

[ Salmon: I couldn’t vent! I was stuck doing the cards! ]

[ 13: Yeah right. Does anyone know where you were for that whole round? ]

[ Salmon: Yes?? Admin, obviously ]

[ Luke: It’s not like we were watching you in there the whole time though ]

[ Salmon: Well I haven’t left ]

[ SSSime: WHAtre we doing ]

[ detectiveik: i think it’s still a bit early to vote ]

[ Salmon: Yes good call ]

[ Raph: Hmm. ]

“...I think we’re getting there,” Levi says as we both leave the cafeteria together. “Who do you reckon it actually is, then? It looks like Thirteen and Luke are both clear… unless one of them just moved really fast. Or Diavolo was dead before comms even went down.”

“Could’ve been… maybe one of us should be tracking vitals. D’you wanna check security?”

“Sure. Oh, I’ve gotta do the fuel task down below first. Don’t wanna slack off.”

We pass Simeon on his way into the reactor. I think I see someone already on the cameras, but I don't get a long enough look at them to tell who it is.

There isn't peace for very long. Levi’s only just finished filling the fuel when another alarm goes off.

“Reactor’s down,” I say aloud, even though neither of us really need the confirmation - we're both already on our way there. “D’you wanna take the bottom one? I’ve got— oh. Hang on.”

Body reported!

[ Luke: SIMEON!!!! ]

[ Raph: That was fast ]

[ Luke: Raphael! Simeon’s dead!! ]

[ Raph: Ah, what a shame ]

[ detectiveik: top of reactor ]

[ detectiveik: might’ve been killed before sabotage but there's a vent right next to him as well ]

[ 13: Impostor pulled the same trick again? Really not slick ]

[ detectiveik: i think i saw someone in security just before as well ]

[ Barbatos: That's nearby. But that also could have been anyone. ]

[ Salmon: Well, I’ve been in admin, so it wasn't me ]

[ Leviachan: dude are you still on the card swipe ]

[ Luke: Maybe you should do a different task first? ]

[ Salmon: Nonono. I’ve got it. I can feel it. Next time it will work ]

[ detectiveik: are we going to avenge simeon or not ]

[ Barbatos: We still lack conclusive evidence, It might be wise to hold off on vengeance for now. ]

[ 13: Sure, if you stop using all those stupid big words ]

[ Barbatos: We shouldn't vote just yet. We don't have enough reason to. ]

[ 13: Now was that so hard ]

[ Raph: Makes sense to me. ]

Levi and I split up again this time. I stop to watch Raphael blast some asteroids - Barbatos runs past on his way to the cafeteria and briefly detours to run a loop around me. (Out in the real world, idling as he waits for some data to upload, Levi reaches into one of his drawers and tosses me a pack of gummy candy.)

Raphael finishes his task and goes straight down to shields. I toss one of the peach-flavoured ones into my mouth, then say, “Well, I don’t think Simeon's it."

“Duh. Hey, Solomon’s in admin again. Ooh, now he’s leaving… I’m gonna tail hi— argh! Oh, that’s just Barbatos.”

“Did Solomon get the card swipe?” I come back up from navigation and head to the cafeteria through weapons. “Did the task bar go up at all?”

“No idea. I turned it off in the lobby.”

“Now we’re never gonna know if the ghosts are slacking off.”

He snorts. “Well, we know Simeon definitely is.”

“Hey, not on purpose. And maybe he’ll be better at it now. It’s easier to get around when you can go through the walls.”

“Sure, sure. I reckon I’ll check admin now, actually— uh oh!”

Body reported!

[ Leviachan: admin ]

[ 13: Hmmmm… Solomon’s haunt. ]

[ Salmon: No!! I left admin ages ago! ]

[ Salmon: Barbatos saw me ]

[ Raph: Barbatos is dead ]

[ 13: Sure, he saw you. When you KILLED him ]

[ Luke: So it’s Solomon? ]

[ Salmon: Wait no ]

[ detectiveik: do we have proof of that ]

[ Leviachan: well whos been in admin this whole time? ]

[ Leviachan: isn’t it super convenient that barbatos dies as soon as solomon leaves ]

[ Luke: When you put it like that… ]

[ Salmon: Isn’t that just proof that I was keeping admin safe with my sorcerly presence (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) ]

[ detectiveik: please don’t ever use that again ]

[ 13: I’m voting you out right now ]

[ Raph: Hold on. We don’t have any hard evidence ]

[ Raph: All we know is that Solomon is the most probable suspect, but we can’t confirm that right now ]

[ Salmon: IT’S NOT ME ]

[ Salmon: I’ve been perfectly well behaved and trying to do my tasks ]

[ Luke: You’ve been doing ONE task and four of us are already dead!! ]

[ Leviachan: every1 who isn’t dead weight sound off. what tasks do we have left ]

[ Raph: I’m finished. ]

[ detectiveik: me too ]

[ Luke: I’ve still got to finish the test tube one ]

[ Leviachan: and ofc solomon still has like 10000 things left ]

[ Leviachan: if u even HAVE tasks.. sus ]

[ Salmon: I haven’t done anything wrong! ]

[ 13: We’ll see about that ]

“...tie,” Levi concludes as the voting ends. “Wait, who voted for Thirteen??”

“Solomon, probably.” I watch his little crewmate run straight up into the top corner of the cafeteria, probably to sulk. “...aww. Poor guy."

Everyone else has already left. I decide to do the same and head left to the medbay.

“Don’t go spilling the beans ‘cause you feel bad,” Levi says warily. “At least wait until we get him out, alright?”

“Why are you mad at him, anyway?”

“I’m not mad,” He objects. “Just betrayed. He knew I wanted that pack! He doesn��t even collect those cards! And— and what’s the deal, dangling it over me for a pact? How shallow does he think I am, huh?!”

“It’s like a best friend bracelet from him,” I say, running a brief loop around electrical and then heading out towards storage. “He does it to everyone in the Newspaper Club, too.”

“Well, it’s not funny. I’m not in the market for making any new pacts, anyway. Or new best friends... do they usually come in two-in-one deals?”

“He’d have way too many best friends to keep up with if they did.”

“Guess you’re right. I’m just lucky, then.”

Body discovered!

[ Raph: I found Thirteen in that big room with the boxes ]

[ Raph: Oh. Luke’s dead, too? ]

(“This is it!” Levi whispers loudly.)

[ detectiveik: a double murder? unprecedented ]

[ Leviachan: uhh we really should vote someone out. there’s only four of us now ]

[ Salmon: Not unless you’re sure! Because if you get it wrong, it’s a guaranteed win for the impostor ]

[ Leviachan: good thing we’re gonna get u out first then ]

[ Salmon: What???? ]

[ Salmon: It’s not me! ]

[ Leviachan: who do YOU think it is then huh ]

[Salmon: I don't know! I was in the cafeteria the whole time ]

[ Leviachan: well then even if u weren’t killing, u were skiving ]

[ detectiveik: solomon i don’t think any of us have seen you this whole round ]

[ Salmon: But I really haven’t done anything. Won’t anyone believe me? ]

[ Leviachan: u’ve been sus from the beginning ]

[ Leviachan: just accept it, we caught you ]

[ detectiveik: sorry solomon ]

[ Salmon: What did I do?!!? ]

[ Salmon: Someone??? Anyone??? ]

[ Salmon: Raphael….. please say something ]

[ Raph: I think you killed them, yes. ]

[ Raph: I have to admit that you acted the fool quite convincingly though ]

[ Salmon: Am I alone in this world ]

[ Salmon: I feel like I'm going crazy ]

[Raph: No hard feelings, Solomon. Justice is justice.]

[...]

[Salmon was ejected.]

The game, of course, doesn’t end. The map fades back into view, leaving the three of us standing alone at the centre table.

“Nice one!” Levi crows, and we send each other an air-high-five from across the room. “So it was Raphael? Didn’t think he had it in him. Guess there’s no winning for us now.”

“Nope…”

“He’s not chasing us,” He notes, running around the centre table, then stopping by me. “Or sabotaging anything. What’s he planning? He’s basically got it in the bag now.”

"Hmm."

"He's not even moving. Weird..."

“Very weird,” I agree, then hit kill.

Levi’s yelp rings through the whole house.

#the formatting on this is kinda wonky in tumblr so please do read it on ao3 instead if it's tricky to navigate!#3rd anni event #obey me leviathan #jtta ik #idk if i should tag the others #obey me solomon #obey me raphael #i'll just leave it at them since they're the most prominent #writing

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tavyliasin · 3 months

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ATG Side Story - Villain? Saviour.

Pairing: Tav/Raphael SPICE Rating: 4/5 Content Warnings: Sex, hurt/comfort, minor peril, injury detail, some medical treatment (non-sexual context), willpower bondage (mild)

Spoilers Act 3 House of Hope, Steel Watch Canon Compliance Barely. There's an element of the canon in how the Steel Watch are dealt with, but that's about it. Other Notes This one might well end up moved into proper ATG continuity at a later date I'm just not sure when. I was inspired to write some soft Raphael so that's exactly what I did, imagining exactly the kind of scenario that might force the devil to show some care, because all nine hells know he's not doing that by choice.

Mood/Song Firedancer by Poets of the Fall "Sage advice or sensory overload Whatever the pressure However your pleasure holds you captive to the treasure No matter how the earth reverberates You're dancing with the greats With the fools and their fates For time, it never waits. (Crash the gates) Firedancer, flame of life (What remains) Is a gamble, fall or fly (Play your ace) and remember there's a why You should always question the answer."

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The building had already begun to shake. Oil slicked the floor and broken machine parts made an obstacle course of their escape. Of course there had been not a second to spare to try and clear a sensible path, and several times curses were muttered as feet skidded in bloodied mess, boots desperate to find purchase on metal and stone to propel them as far away from the impending explosion as possible. The Steel Watch were about to fall, the Gondians all but safe, save for one. Tav stopped, putting her arm around the injured man to help get him to safety, but she had fallen behind. The others were still sprinting ahead as she summoned every bit of strength in her body to carry him and get them out. The doors were wide open onto sunlit streets, where hundreds cowered in the shadow of brutal machines. Perhaps some could be saved, maybe they weren’t too late- “KARLACH!” Tav yelled, using the last of her adrenaline to bodily hurl the injured gnome towards her, trusting the tiefling to catch him. Unfortunately, her boots were still coated in gore and lubricant. While the Gondian flew to apparent safety, Tav fell forwards, landing hard. The next second, the bomb went off. The ground shook and the Foundry went up in a huge explosion. The amount of incendiary within the building was more than enough to send the masonry flying. Tav’s ears rang, barely able to hear the sound of her friends crying out, her lovers reaching towards her with fear on their faces seeing it was already too late. She felt the door itself, half splintered but still heavy enough to break bone, crash into her hip. Wood pierced her skin, the impact shattering her thigh. White hot pain coursed through her entire body, more stone hitting her, the smell of burning and explosive and…sulphur? She barely held on to the edge of her consciousness, vision blurry, as she saw something… someone , appear before her in a brief flash of light. Then everything went dark. — Raphael paced the room back and forth restlessly. Occasionally his hand raked through his usually perfect hair, other times it tapped against his chin in the brief moments he stopped walking. No, not now. How utterly ridiculous a notion. Far too much planning- His mind raced, emotions that were little understood fighting for dominance in his consciousness. “That vicious little shit.” He voiced his complaints aloud at last, earning a slight huff from his slightly-too-perfect mirror on the bed. “I told you he would be trouble when you let him go,” Haarlep couldn’t resist pointing out the harsh truth, “but you insisted.”

“It was meant to play out perfectly. All he had to do was get the crown, then I could wrest it from his grimy little fingers, and the Hells would be MINE. There was no chance that I could steal it from the vault myself, bastard would’ve sensed me a mile away. But a former cobbler’s son bound in service? He’d pay no mind to that.” Raphael stopped. This wasn’t the issue at hand. “How is it that he built such ridiculous machines? And why did she feel the need to play hero?” “Oh I think you well know the answer to that one, Archduke.” The insulting nickname stung far sharper this time, that same pawn that could have crowned himself King took the very title that Raphael coveted for so long. “You’ve said it yourself before. She’s unpredictable .” “She’s a liability, Harlot.” Raphael shot back with a weaker venom. “How can something so fragile hold the key to everything we need- everything I need.” He corrected himself. “Why don’t you stop your complaining and check on her already?” Haarlep sighed, tired of hearing the same conversation repeat on a loop. It had been hours already and the fool still had no clue why he fretted so much over a simple rodent. “Fine.” The cambion huffed, smoothing down his hair and checking his reflection. The healing waters in his room could only do so much, they would not treat a more severe or lasting injury, and he had little trust in the ridiculous concoctions of mortal mages. It had taken an embarrassing amount of strings pulled and favours called, quite a few pawns he’d held in reserve were used up to make the arrangement so swiftly. But they were the best healer in the city, and he would have no less for his most important client.

— Tav groaned. Despite all the potions and balms, having multiple chunks of wood and masonry pulled from your muscle was never going to be a pleasant experience. Every time she thought the pain might make her pass out, it kept her vividly conscious. The older elf passed her another small potion, keeping her constitution temporarily stronger to help the healing. “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? —

Haarlep smiled far too sweetly as the master of the house re-entered the room. “Well?” “Well what?” Raphael snapped. “Was she pleased to see you? Were you pleased to see your precious Little Mouse?” They smirked, tail swishing mischievously behind them. “Shut up, Harlot.” He paused, glancing back at the door. “...She’s fine. Injured, but fine.” He glared back at the incubus, fire rising behind brown eyes. “And you are not to lay a single infernal finger on her without my approval.” Haarlep stood, taking languid steps towards their conflicted master. “This room, the rules are mine.” Their voice was on the edge of a snarl, the hint of threat creeping in. “But as long as she does not enter, there will be no cause for you to worry about losing your favourite little toy to me.” Raphael laughed. “Really? You think you are all she could desire? That sex alone is enough to satisfy a sharp mind and a sharper wit?” The incubus glared back, the heat from their body rising to a palpable level even within Avernus. “And you assume that you are enough that she would turn down my offer? You shouldn’t be so greedy, Raphael, someone might get the impression that you actually care.” “Don’t be absurd.” The cambion spat, ignoring even that his name had been spoken so easily. Haarlep smirked. The test proved it. He was completely distracted, but that was also an insult in itself. “I’m not the one losing his cool over a wounded rodent.” “I’ve lost nothing but time. She’s a tool, and a broken hammer can hardly forge my crown.” He lied, fooling nobody but himself, and even that deception was on shaky ground. “But time we shall have… If anyone in this house so much as-” “Yes, yes, fire and brimstone, every dreadful torture you can think of~” They smirked again, clawed fingers gripping his chin as blazing eyes gave their challenge. “How about we work out some of that tension, Archduke, before you set something aflame.” For a moment, Raphael faltered. Their breath hot against his lips, the enticing thought of everything they could do- “No.” He pulled their hand away from his face, turning to walk away. “I have work to do. If that brat thinks he will get away with this…”

Haarlep watched him walk away, unsure whether the feeling stirring within them was frustration, jealousy, or perhaps they were simple impressed that their Rat was slowly taking everything she wanted so easily. They wondered if she even knew what she wanted, the kind of fire she was playing with… It didn’t matter. One way or another they would get what they wanted, too.

--- Tav rolled over, mumbling in her sleep again, hair clinging to the thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. Unfortunately, the movement caught the splint on her leg in the sheets, pulling it at just the wrong angle and waking her with a hiss of pain. It took a moment to get her bearings again. These soft silks were a far cry from the rough blankets of the Elfsong, or the worn bedrolls they’d used camping rough across the Sword Coast. The heat and slight reddened hue of the surroundings reminded her where she was. Avernus. The House of Hope. The pieces of reality slid back into place one by one, the puzzle making sense for the most part. Other than the image of Raphael’s human form, sat at a small desk to one side, shuffling through papers and marking them with a quill. Strange, she thought as she peered over at him, surely this isn’t his usual office? “Good morning, Little Mouse.” Raphael didn’t even look up, simply adjusting the small glasses balanced on his nose as he continued to mark and sign the parchment. “Rest well?” “I…about as well as possible, I guess.” Tav rubbed the remnants of sleep from dry eyes, feeling her parched lips on the verge of splitting. “There’s water next to you.” Again, without so much as a glance in her direction, but he seemed to know exactly what she needed. “Thanks, Raphael.” She reached over and filled the glass from the condensation-coated jug, the slight clink of ice promising a more refreshing drink than expected. She wondered for a moment how often the ice was being remade for her benefit, but chose to pay it no mind. Questioning these comforts might lead them to end, after all. “Gratitude, is it now?” Finally, he looked up over the rims of his glasses. “Not looking the gift horse in the mouth?” “Well you made it clear last time, I know where I stand- Where I lay.” She corrected herself, allowing herself a slight smile as she took another sip of cold water. “Anything interesting?” She nodded at the stack of papers. “Only boring contracts, Mouse, there is still so much to do.” He moved from one to the next, frowning and rubbing his brow. “If you really wish to be bored back to sleep, I can read them to you.” “Why don’t you take a break? I’ve slept enough for one day, I think.” Tav moved herself carefully over to the side, smoothing down the covers to make a seat. “I suppose I could indulge you for a moment, if you insist.” He laid his glasses on the stack of papers, sauntering across the room with the scent of his usual perfumes arriving a few steps ahead.

Warm, sweet, spiced… Tav quietly savoured the strange and familiar comfort that it brought, as he sat beside her, reaching towards her still bandaged arm. “It’s doing better.” She reassured him, but he gave her a pointed look instead. “I will be the judge of that, Little Mouse.” He took hold of her wrist, but removed the dressing with a surprising amount of gentle care. “Better indeed. Move it.” The command was simple, and hardly unexpected, but it was delivered with a cold bedside manner that stung. “Ah!” She winced as she flexed the joint. “Fuck…” “Don’t be absurd, you mustn’t shy away from such a small pain.” Despite his words, he wrapped his hands around the joint, applying a little soft heat from his palms and rubbing soothingly. “You think that any of your foes will let you falter? Keep it moving. The bones are set, but you mustn’t lose motion or strength.” “Well I’m not fighting right now…” She grumbled, but gradually moved it further, pushing the limits of the motion as the warmth of his hands sank deeper into the bones. She began to feel a hint of a different heat from his touch, from how close he was… She bit it back. Not the time, don’t even think of how he’s next to you in bed while you’re only wearing a nightgown.

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Raphael held longer than was necessary, eyes lingering on the scars that were still fresh along her forearm. “Another potion. It will do no harm, and speed your recovery further. Then we will check on your leg.” His bedside manner still lacked the soft care of an experienced nurse, but by the standards of a fiend it was positively overbearing with affection. He grimaced internally. He was slipping. But no, it was all a part of the manipulation, to ensure his knight - no, his pawn - continued to play her role well. The consideration of how a pawn can become a Queen should it reach the other side of the board completely escaped his notice too. “This one.” He handed Tav the glass bottle, pulling out the stopper to save her the hassle of using her wrist. “It isn’t poisonous then?” Her voice was playful, but she barely even took a moment to sniff or examine the potion before drinking it in one go. “Well, if it is, then it’s the nicest flavour of poison I’ve had in a while.” “Do you make it a habit to drink toxic substances?” His eyebrow raised, but he relaxed more as he saw the relief wash over her face with the effects of the brew. “Only the fun ones.” She laughed now, the soft music strange to his ears, but not distasteful. Perhaps he might like to hear more- No. Focus. He chided himself. What foolish thoughts… “I wouldn’t recommend it, Little Mouse, you are not immortal.” Yet, his subconscious whispered, even as his conscious mind threatened to silence the thought for good. “Now. Your leg. The splint can likely come off now.” Business was easier, he decided, though he hadn’t entirely thought it through. “Right… Well I suppose you’ve seen everything before.” Despite her bravado, a light blush began to appear on Tav’s cheeks as she lifted back the covers and moved to sit atop them. The nightdress reached to just below her knees, though the splint on her leg went from her shin to the middle of her thigh. Raphael swallowed, his mouth feeling excessively dry. He cursed Haarlep under his breath, swearing the bitch must be up to something with the way he felt as he pushed the fabric up to reveal her still-healing wounds. “I will apply some pressure, you must tell me immediately if there is any pain. If the healer has not done proper duties, I shall have them flayed.”

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“That’s a bit excessive.” She frowned a little, but didn’t really judge him. Expecting a fiend to be kind was more than foolish, his very nature would not allow it. And yet… Tav winced, the bandage holding the splints in place unwinding slowly. She felt the warmth of his fingers every time they touched her skin, trying in vain not to think about how low he was, how close to her body, how they were already on a bed… “Fuck-” She bit her lip, the pressure on the side of her knee still too much. “Then you will still be unable to bear weight…” Raphael idly rubbed his chin in thought. “A balm, perhaps? Something more direct. Wait here.” Tav watched as he stood and left the room, a swiftness in his step as he went. Is he always in such a hurry? Her pondering was disrupted by a fresh shot of agony as she tried to bend her leg. Right, right…probably better that he’s quicker. I won’t complain. And yet…the space next to her felt like a cold void, now the cambion’s weight was not pressing a divot into the mattress. Only a lingering hint of his scent remained, and the slight heat upon the sheets. A sigh escaped her, there was a quiet need lingering in the back of her mind, compounded by the sudden longing from being left alone. She wondered if she might ever understand him. His intentions, his motivations… Every time she thought she knew what he was doing, what he wanted, everything changed again. Haarlep clearly wasn’t helping either. She wondered if they might be around, if perhaps they would be willing to keep her company when Raphael became inevitably busy once more. If anyone knew what was going through the devil’s mind, it would be them. Her hand rested on the remnants of the warmth where he had been sat, eyes not leaving the door until it opened again. —

Raphael’s feet carried him swiftly down hallways until he reached the cupboards he needed. It was pointless to waste energy on teleporting himself, but still he felt the need to hurry. If the incubus had tainted the potion… He would return to resolve that little problem before it could go further. He blinked away the image of her blushing body dressed in dark satin laying on the bed, and checked the labels of each jar carefully. The waters of the bathing pool could help, but if her leg could not take her weight… Carrying her was not an option, she deserved her dignit- He deserved his dignity to not have to act like a servant to her whims. His brow creased with frustration. Thoughts like unwelcome guests finding themselves swiftly evicted, yet returning through a back door before he could turn the key in the lock. This is all the harlot again, he reasoned, they have poisoned her and continue to toy with me without permission. He grumbled, turning quickly on his heel to go back to the room where she was waiting, laying on the bed- I’m going to make them regret this. — Meanwhile, in the boudoir, a completely serene Haarlep was reclined on the bed simply reading a book. They turned the page, wondering what adventures the struggling heroes might find in the next paragraphs. They had absolutely no intention of interfering with whatever nonsense Raphael was engaging in, nor of playing with their favourite toy until she was healed. They knew better than that, they could be patient. Besides, they considered their complete lack of engagement to be a fitting punishment for the scorn of being turned down by their “Master”. Ridiculous thought, that he would brush aside the advances of an incubus, refuse the touch that could have him whining in pleasure for hours on end. No matter. They turned the next page, stubbornly ignoring the tell-tale footsteps in the corridor passing by their door without so much as a “hello”. They’ll both be back, in time. They hummed a little tune to themselves, pointedly rejecting any further thoughts of the room down the hallway.

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The heavy door swung open swiftly on creaking hinges, closing just as quickly behind Raphael as he moved towards the bed. She was laying where he left her, cheeks flush, lips slightly parted, hair still in disarray from sleep. Even the gown remained pushed up to her upper thigh, revealing her legs, the remnants of technicolour bruising beneath her pale skin.

Tav was an invitation like this, one he was loathe to accept for now…but clearly she could not be left unsated. Incubus saliva could be unbearable without a resolution to that painful arousal. It might even slow her recovery, which he would not allow. The cambion approached the bedside, already removing the lid from the salve’s jar. He sat lower down beside her, body turned to face her. “Your permission, Mouse, I would like to hear it.” “O-oh.” She stuttered for a moment, the tips of her pointed ears beginning to match the redness in her cheeks. “Of course. Do what you need to do, I trust you.” His brow furrowed at those last three words. Of course that’s what he wanted, her trust, he was not in a habit of lying least of all to his favourite client. But hearing it? That was different. “Should you wish me to stop, you need only say the word. You understand?” —

It was Tav’s turn to frown now. What was there to understand? It was a simple healing balm, nothing she hadn’t used before. She could easily apply it herself, but she was also loathe to argue with Raphael when he looked this serious. What she was not hearing, however, was the undercurrent to his words. She didn’t see the way his eyes travelled her body, gauging her reaction as he began to massage the balm over her wounds. Not a drop of incubus saliva had passed her lips, by potion or otherwise, so she was blissfully oblivious to the cambion’s present concerns. Though, decidedly, the feel of his hands moving further up her leg had a very similar effect.

Feeling the soothing effects of the salve sinking in to her wounds brought a soft sigh from within her, the deeper massage of tender fingers colouring the sound with the hint of a moan. Seeing his eyes flash with a momentary flame was certainly not helping. It would be hard to deny her own desire either, the thoughts that had passed through her mind in the few minutes he had been gone… Of course, some of those were remarkably close to the sight of brown hair descending towards her thighs- —

Raphael could feel her melting beneath his hands, and his clothing felt tighter by the moment. He imagined the ghost of Haarlep’s fingers, gripping, teasing… He cursed their name under his breath, completely unaware that this was all entirely in his own mind. As was the concern that the potion had been tainted, though it was quite obvious that Tav was feeling as aroused as him. Her skin tinted pink, warming more as he allowed his hands to wander, lowered his head towards her shin, lifted her leg and kissed below her knee. “Does it hurt here?” She had gasped, but the noise was not one of discomfort, as she quickly confirmed. “N- no, it’s fine.” Next he lifted her leg slowly, kissing around and under the joint now, right where her thigh began. “Here?” Her head laid back on the pillows. “No pain…”

“Good, Little Mouse. Then let me continue, if I may?” “Please-” Her voice was little more than a gasp, the heat rising from her body in a way that he could feel as he moved further up. It was becoming more difficult to hold back. The cambion could almost taste her on the air already, the heady scent of arousal mingling with her usual perfume and the thicker scent of the salve that still lingered on his hands. He laid her leg back down on the sheets, moving now on to his hands and knees after a quick gesture transported his boots over to the side of the room. But he could not afford to be greedy, rough… He must protect his asset. A means to an end. A very attractive means, dark hair splayed across the pillows, breasts straining the fabric just slightly as her breath quickened, deepened, chest rising and falling with increasing anticipation… —

Tav felt the silk slip easily across her skin, shivering slightly though not from any chill. Raphael was…not how she remembered. The times they’d been together before now were hot, feverish, filled with a sense of desperate urgency that made pulse soar and her head light. This…was almost a different man. Though at the same time, not at all. The same chestnut hair neatly swept back, the same scents of cherry, black pepper, palmarosa…a strong and spiced mix that didn’t lack sweetness. The same intense look in his eyes, as if a fire burned silently behind his pupils even in this human form. The cambion was being careful. That was obvious. And a part of her wished he wouldn’t, that instead of sliding her nightdress up slowly, heated fingers brushing lightly against her skin, that he would rip it from her, or burn it up with a wave of magic from his hands. Most of all, she simply, silently, desperately pleaded for him not to stop. He did not. Wordlessly he curled a finger around her underwear, the smallest flame burning away the seam so the garment could be removed without needing to pass sore joints and bruised muscles. Soft eyes looked up at her again, a question in a single raised brow, one she answered with a simple motion to pull her nightdress further up her body to reveal her waist fully. Raphael smiled, looking pleased with her response, before dipping his head lower to kiss along her stomach, lips pressing on her soft body with delicate affection. Tav bit down on her lip as those same hands began to tease her. This was a different game to him, she realised, as he merely stroked his fingertips with the lightest pressure. It might have felt ticklish, but it built the heat and tension within her, muscles tightening in anticipation. —

Raphael could feel her arousal easily. His fingers already slick and hot, her body shivering beneath his lips as he continued to kiss softly along her waist. Maybe he might’ve preferred her quivering with fear beneath him, perhaps a shot of liquor in her naval, savouring the mixture of terror and arousal he could raise within her… But she was not scared. Neither was she courageous. She was simply accepting of his touch, inviting more with the sweet little moans from her lips, telling him without words that she wanted more, needed more, by pressing her body towards him every time he tried to move away. “So greedy, Little Mouse, and I thought you were supposed to be recovering your strength?” He raised his eyebrow, peering up once more at her face and trying to work out exactly what it was he was seeing. Prey? A pawn? …a lover? Ha! Ridiculous. But she plays the part well… So if it is theatre she wants, then the show must go on. “I have enough strength-” she replied, or at least tried to when her voice was cut short with a gasp. Raphael smiled, it had only taken a single finger to steal her words from that pretty little throat. The second brought a prettier sound, barely a syllable drawn out in a prolonged moan. “You were saying?” His smile widened. Had it always been so easy to bring out the desire in her? Or was this just the potion, and Haarlep’s influence… His ego bristled. It wasn’t Haarlep here now, curling fingers inside her, feeling her muscles tighten and quiver every time his lips pressed to her body. This was no incubus sweetening the noise lingering in the air with slow thrusts in and out, the mere mimicry of what he could offer later… “Please-” She gasped above him, the sound of desperation only adding to his own arousal. “Please, more…” Turning the offer down was unthinkable. It might’ve been better had she begged for something else, but his own lust was thrumming through the pulse in his eardrums, and he had his pride of course. What kind of devil couldn’t even satisfy one mere mortal? Naturally, it would always be harder to satisfy Haarlep, the bitch was practically made for sex and pleasure, but Tav…her body was easier to manipulate, seeing her melt into his hands was simple. Besides, wasn’t her first encounter with Haarlep in the hopes it was him all along?... —

Tav hadn’t expected to be doted on, far less to have the devil himself kissing soft lines along the ridge of her hip towards where his fingers were already working her into a frenzy. She bit her lip, trying in vain to steady her breath, but already losing herself to the sensations before his tongue flickered across her nerves. “Fuck-” She hissed out a single word as her head pressed back into the pillows, gripping the sheets as he increased the intensity of his motions. His tongue moved in the shape of infernal runes, drawing out a false contract of her pleasure, pulling every sane thought from her head and replacing it with a white hot rush that coursed through her veins. As she tipped over the edge of pleasure’s precipice, her moan was tainted by a cry of pain as her shaking body twisted her still-healing joints. The cambion’s free hand moved to hold her still as he continued to draw out the stimulation, dragging out the afterglow relentlessly, though ensuring the warmth on his palm was soothing the pain. By the time she was able to breathe more evenly, she realised he had simply sat back, caressing her leg once more, adding a little more balm over the worst parts. He was even still fully dressed, making her feel all the more exposed. “Aren’t you too warm?” She asked, already realising how ridiculous the question was as it floated out into the air between them. She cursed her orgasm-fogged mind for the betrayal. “Have you truly forgotten where you are, Mouse? Who you are addressing?” He shifted a little, kneeling upright above her. “I only look like a human when I wish to, you are well aware of my true nature.” The brief scent of burning sulphur flashed in the air with the infernal fire that swirled around him for a split second, revealing a larger body, red skin, a crown of horns rising above his head almost as high as the wings that splayed out behind him. He remained, as he was before, fully dressed in his silks. His tail twitched in irritation, tapping on the sheets. —

“Whatever shall we do with you? You seem to have lost your mind entirely.” Raphael smiled sweetly, a complete façade as he took up his role as the saviour to relieve his poor little prey of the problem that Haarlep had created. “Would you feel more comfortable if I were less dressed, Little Mouse?” Her eyes widened just slightly, stoking his ego. “Maybe you’d feel more comfortable? Those look…tight…” Her eyes drifted down, his clothes tightened further as it wasn’t just his ego expanding. His wings stretched up further, the pride swelling in his chest. “What kind of host would I be to deny my guest a proper view?” The magic worked in a matter of moments, layers of finery dissolving like smoke, reappearing neatly folded on a chair near his boots. The cambion felt every part the saviour he intended to be, even as he loomed over her like a predator about to swoop down upon his prey. His fiendish form was larger, taller, and more intimidating… He often chose to remain in human shape around mortals, lulling them in to a false sense of security before revealing his more devilish nature for dramatic effect. There was nothing he loved more than feeling the swell of fear within a mortal heart when he grew above them, surrounded by hellfire. But there was no such trepidation from his Little Mouse… He could almost see why Haarlep called her Rat, now, the way her eyes took in all of his form, her body carefully moving to make more space for him. Bold. Too bold, perhaps. It was an invitation. The part of the gentleman saviour was one of pageantry, of etiquette, so the dance must continue now that he was dressed the part. Although… A wave of his hand and her nightdress was upon the same chair as his own clothes. An observer who wasn’t clouded by lust or shielded from the view by large red wings might recognise the subconscious choice to put their clothes together to be entirely too intimate for a devil and his client, but the two upon the bed had no such awareness now. —

Raphael’s body cast a looming shadow over Tav, the light filtering through the thinner skin over his wings in a way that made the almost look as if they were glowing. His eyes were aflame, the full blaze within them clear and glowing as they swept across her body. She shivered involuntarily as he lowered towards her, hands finding purchase either side of her shoulders. “What do you long for, Little Mouse? Tell me.” His lips were close to her ear now, his voice sending shivers down her spine, stomach tying itself in swift knots from the feel of his body so close to hers yet not touching. “I didn’t think you to be so slow in taking what you wanted, Raphael.” A little more of her boldness was returning, the itch to rile him up, to push him into acting how she wanted…but he wasn’t taking the bait. “Now, now, what kind of hero would I be to break you before you’ve even healed? No, that would not do at all. Do not think me a brute purely because of the actions of an unruly incubus, they will be punished for their indiscretion in due course.” Somewhere in another room, a red tail twitched with irritation it didn’t understand the cause of, while clawed hands turned the page of their book. Tav didn’t understand either, why he was bringing up Haarlep when they were alone. “I remember,” she whispered into his ear, “the first time you visited me. In what I thought was just a dream… You danced like a prince.” “And you, Mouse, spoke with no such grace or respect for one you would crown with such a title.” The choice of words was very deliberate, alluding to a contract yet to be agreed upon. “You’re right…Prince doesn’t quite suit you.” She reached up to caress his horns, her other hand running along the top edge of his wing, watching the lines in his face soften unexpectedly at the care. “You already have a crown, a cloak, and a great deal of power. It’s…impressive.” She brought down the hand that had been running over the ridges of his horns, instead tracing along his jaw to bring his lips to hers. “Flattery, Little Mouse, might get you somewhere, but I still want my real crown.” His voice was quieter, softer, lips a hair’s breadth away almost tickling her as he spoke. “Later…we can discuss that later.” She slid her hand behind his neck and pulled him in to a deep and passionate kiss. She didn’t want to think about contracts, or crowns, or tadpoles in her head. All she wanted was to feel , and there was no better way to lose yourself in sensation than to pull a fiend into your bed. —

Tav had once again thrown the proud demon off his balance, making moves on the board with rules he had never considered. The game was not his to outmanoeuvre her if she continued to nudge the table. He should really lay down the rules properly, enforce them, remind her who had the upper hand…but the taste of her lips…the feel of her tongue trying to devour her own essence that lingered on his own… Now he was in his fiendish form her body seemed even smaller, softer. She didn’t lack strength of course, even now as one of his hands traversed the length of her arm from the shoulder down to her delicate wrist, the lines of well honed muscles lay just beneath pale skin. His wings spread above her even as he avoided the deeper bruising, guiding her hands above her head. It was like a shield, a protective canopy, she was beneath him and only him. He would fill her vision, fill her mind, fill her- “I will not hold you here,” he pressed a light kiss to her wrist before guiding it back above her head, laying her hands together, “it’s too soon, and healers are expensive for complex injuries. So you will have to obey me instead. You say I have power? Then prove it, show how much power I have over you, and keep your hands right there.” He looked down, expecting to see her eyes defiance glaring back at him, but instead they were half closed, lips parted, breathing just two words. “Yes, Raphael.” Simple. It’s what he demanded of her, it’s what he wanted to hear, but hearing it? That hit a different chord. His tail shivered behind him, the feeling foreign but arousing. Did he want her to fight? Would he prefer it? Or was this deep trust unnerving again?... She knows she is mine, he reasoned, it’s about time, too. Leaving her arms unbound above her head, he moved his hand back down her body - his other arm still supporting his body easily, holding himself above her where she could see him but not yet feel him. He guided her thigh up a little, shifting lower as the greed within him rose. The need to have her, to feel her, to take her… —

Raphael’s teasing had built the lust in her body to a fever pitch. Tav could feel her body burning with longing, desperate for him to finally make his move. And yet, he remained slow, gentle. Caring , in such a way as a devil could be if he so wished. She realised he was different on his own, without Haarlep baiting him, pushing him. She bit her lip as he began to enter her, slowly, taking his time. Her breath left her in a slow exhale, feeling the stretch and heat building with every deliciously agonising second, the ridges adding friction to the equation, the sum total being a deeply satisfying feeling of being completely filled. Tav wanted to speak, to spur him on to move, to reach down and pull his body closer…but that command echoed in her ears. His blazing eyes, the way his horns and wings loomed above her - there was a power there. It hadn’t all been mindless ego-stroking. She groaned with the sensation as he pulled back slowly, ridges catching on muscles that strained to pull him in, her voice only raising louder as he thrust back into her. The pace he kept, it was maddening…the intensity of every motion, the way he moved his hips and watched her every reaction. If he didn’t care for her pleasure, it would be simple to thrust in and out at his own pace until he was done, but he was more than just attentive. Every single movement was lighting her on fire from the inside. The sound of the cambion’s own deep and seductive voice escaping as he felt her tightening, pulsing- It was getting harder and harder to keep her arms where he put them. She wanted to touch him, to feel his body above her instead of just watching… She imagined an invisible force holding her, focused more on the gathering rush building deeper inside as he began to let his avarice take over. —

Raphael felt every wave of her pleasure, and had long since forgotten to realise that Haarlep had not done a single thing to influence him. Everything he felt was entirely from within this room, from within her . Another time he might have preferred more, to go further, to tease her and draw it out, to mix in some pain and power- She had enough pain, and watching her face flush pink and wanting, hearing her gasps and moans from undiluted pleasure… It was a wine he was willing to sip today. She was allowing him power, giving herself over to him completely, and everything he drew from her was his alone. He tried to hold back a little, but the feeling of her around him was intoxicating. The scent of her skin, the way she bit her lip, the tightening as he hit just the right places- His voice caught between a moan and a growl as the rush overtook him. The cambion pulsed inside her, continuing to thrust as her own climax had her crying out into the otherwise quiet room. Perhaps the incubus even heard them now, and the thought of the Harlot being jealous sweetened the waves of aftershock as he rode them out with her, relishing the ragged gasps as her mind and body were filled only with what he gave her. Tav was shaking as he finally withdrew. Her hair even more of a mess beneath her head, and her hands still exactly where he told her to keep them. “Good, Little Mouse, good~” his voice rumbled through his chest with a pleased purr, “you may move now, when you are ready.” She relaxed her arms a little, her uninjured hand moving a single stray lock of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes and tucking it gently behind his horns. “Why are you really taking such care of me?” “I told you before,” he sighed, wondering how she still did not understand. “You are my favourite client, my path to what I need…” He paused. That wasn’t all. “And in my own way, I enjoy our time together.” —

Tav blinked. She wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly, and the blindly logical part of her brain quickly rationalised the honesty away. Ah, enjoyed, as in pleasure. The sex is good. That makes sense. Her body still felt a weak and limp as he moved from above her, wrapping the silk sheets around her naked body and lifting her up in his arms, holding her close against his chest as if she were a bride about to be carried across the threshold. “Raphael?” She peered up into his fiery eyes, confused again. “We must get you clean, Mouse, and I will not have sullied eyes gaze upon you. Until you are able to walk on your own, I will indulge you…but I expect you to try after you have bathed in the healing pool.” He was trying to sound stern, but it came across as a better bedside manner than the expensive healer he had hired. —

Haarlep looked up over the top of their novel, raising an eyebrow at the master of the house carrying his charge into the room wrapped in sullied sheets, whilst the devil himself remained completely naked. “Finally, you’ve decided to come and play-” they began, but were quickly cut off. “No, you’ve done quite enough for one day Harlot. She needs to recover, and I shall accept no more interference from you. I suggest you sit quietly and contemplate the punishment you have earned.” His voice was stern, dripping with venom, but quiet. Tav was already half asleep, exhausted already. Haarlep took the hint and kept their reply barely above a whisper. “What I’ve done? I haven’t done a single thing, Archduke , in fact I had considered the very fact that I’ve kept entirely to myself as my punishment to you for denying me.” They gave him an even more pointed look, sitting back and going back to their book. “But it hardly seems like you even need me, you have your prize, now leave me to my story. They’re just getting to the good bit.” Raphael paused. He stood dumbfounded, completely at a loss for words. If there had been no tainted potion, no influence on his own body- It would take days for the effects of those realisations to truly sink in, longer than it took Tav to fully recover. He didn’t even notice the longing when she waved goodbye and stepped through the portal back to the material realm… Avernus felt colder than it should, the halls of the House of Hope suddenly larger and emptier than they had been before.

----------- ----------- ENDING NOTES ----------- ----------- This one will fit very nicely into the ATG storyline I just need to work out where, either that or it'll hint towards a potential alternate ending path instead. Either way I very much enjoy toying with a softer side to Raphael, exploring his reluctance and denial in greater depth, along with the ways that both Haarlep and Tav can push him out of his comfort zone.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 raphael #bg3 tav #a tav's guide #fanfic #haarlep #soft raphael

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therenlover · 8 months

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✨TheRenLovers (Updated) Fanfic Glossary✨

Updated 9/7/23

A glossary of my past works and ongoing projects. Also comes with a handy dandy list for request guidelines! I mostly post x Reader fics, but I'm looking to branch out into established ships soon. To join my fresh, new taglist for any character, just shoot me a message. I also crosspost all my works to my Ao3, which you can find Here!.

This post is a beefy boy, so for the sake of your dash the rest is below the cut.

Red = Abandoned Project (I may eventually complete these, but I have no current plans to)

A Note About Requests

As long as my ask box is open, I am taking requests or questions! I can't promise every request will be completed, or that the ones that are requested will be finished in a timely manner. I'm an adult with a full time job, so sometimes writing takes a backseat. That being said, I will do my best to complete any requests that come my way, so feel free to ask if you're hoping to see something! The worst I could do is direct you to someone who might be able to make what you're looking for.

I am pretty open about what I write, but if a request makes me uncomfortable/isn't something I'm interested in writing, I, again, will try my best to reach out and guide you in the right direction to get that type of content. If you're worried your message got buried/forgotten, don't hesitate to message again. My brain is soup and I can be the worst person on earth at responding.

⚔️Baldur's Gate 3⚔️

Put Me Back In It (I Would Do It Again)

Synopsis: When Tav sold her soul to Raphael for Astarion's, she only hoped it would be worth the price. If only she remembered anything from before she entered the House of Hope...

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 40,000~ (Ongoing)

❤️Marvel❤️

Helmut Zemo 💜

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: M (+16)

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches and Airy Sighs

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk

Synopsis: Helmut recalls the story of how he came to be the ruthless man he is and, more specifically, how he came into possession of his strange purple mask.

Rating: M (+16)

Word Count: 10,200~

Balm

Synopsis: Your forbidden dalliance with Baron Zemo, the lord of the house, has finally landed you in the dungeons, subject to the whims of the guards and the endless passage of time. As your sanity slips away, you wonder what will come first, your execution or the Baron's return?

Rating: M (+18)

Word Count: 5,800~

Always For A Second (Usually At The Start)

Synopsis: Leaving Helmut for good had been the biggest, most final choice you'd ever had to make. Two years later, he's in your living room again. This time, though, things are different.

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 8,600~

🖤American Horror Story🖤

James Patrick March 🔪

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: M (16+)

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 5500~

Jimmy Darling 🦞

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: M (16+)

Word Count: 3000~

#jac rambles #fanfiction

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xadoheandterra · 26 days

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This is a scene for a little angst oneshot I've tilted as Heaven's Cost. It would take place in the same universe as Chain On Your Neck. It came about because, thinking logically about it, I couldn't imagine Heaven agreeing to allow Charlie to speak with Sera, let alone go to Heaven, without their being some kind of payment out of Lucifer. So this is a post episode tag to Dad Beat Dad.

I also refuse to believe this walking piece of trauma does not in fact have any sort of feelings about his once home, or his once family.

It does feature 'Azreal' as an OC, because familial / brotherly angst and betrayal is the good shit and since this is Lucifer Morningstar...I wanted to drag in something that could potentially tie to his past. I know its popular to include the main three -- Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael -- but I went with Azreal in this for a few reasons.

One: the exterminations deal with a permanent end to souls, so any an angel of death whose existence is about the placement of souls seemed to fit.

Two: I doubt Lucifer would actually want to talk to Michael, Raphael, or Gabriel if they were at any way involved in his being cast out, as I can see them as potentially having been closest before his fall. Whereas Azreal would be more of a fringe sibling.

Yes, Azreal is a bit insensitive. Yes, Azreal is an asshole. I have done this on purpose.

There is nothing about this that is otherwise religiously accurate and I don't want it to be. I'm not in this for the bible fanfiction, thank you. Not sure how many scenes this will ultimately be, but for now I have at least 3 planned.

As always, scene below cut.

The minute he was back within his palace Lucifer slumped over and pressed his hands into his face with a loud and frustrated groan. He can’t believe he said he would get Charlie a meeting with Heaven. What had he been thinking? He knows, he knows that Heaven was not going to be amenable to this. They won’t want to listen to Charlie, to what she wanted, to what she had to propose. They never wanted to listen, before. They weren’t going to listen, now. Lucifer dug his fingers into his hair and tried to breathe. He had promised Charlie that he would get her an audience with Heaven, which meant Lucifer had to get her an audience with Heaven. His hands shook as he stumbled his way to the nearest armchair and worked to fish out his phone from his pocket. He would have to make the call, have to reach out to someone in Heaven. His first thought had been Sera, but he knew the Head Seraphim refused to listen to him on a good day, he’d doubted she’d listen now. He ruled Adam out by sheer principle that Adam never listened, and Lucifer didn’t want to have an argument with that bag of arrogant dicks again. He’d gotten enough of that to last him more than his lifetime. With the faintest tremble to his hands Lucifer pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to thumb through his contacts. He muttered a short, “Skip, skip, oh fuck no I am not calling Michael,” as he went through his various contacts in Heaven. He wasn’t even sure why he had half these numbers, he never talked to any of them really aside from Sera. He couldn’t remember when he put them in his phone, but he had an idea on who had. He stopped of a contact labeled ‘whiny bitchface’ and grimaced. He would be his best chance. He was the only one out of all his brothers that Lucifer bothered to actually talk to. Not that Lucifer actually had a choice in talking to this brother. He sighed heavily and hit the call button, and then tapped the speaker button and tossed the phone onto the coffee table. As it rang he summoned some cider and a glass and poured himself more than a healthy glass full. Lucifer knocked it back and waited for the phone to pick up. He wasn’t disappointed, even if it did take far too many rings for his comfort. “Lucy! Baby bro! You never call, you never write--how ya been?” Lucifer sighed heavily and grumbled, “Shut up Azreal,” as he massaged between his eyes. “Ahaha, make me, bitch.” “Try me, pissbaby,” Lucifer drawled back. Azreal burst out into laughter of the phone, complete mad cackling interspaced with the occasional wheeze and goose honking that Lucifer long expected.

“Ah, baby brother, you never cease to entertain!” Azreal cackled lightly. “But seriously, you don’t call Lucy. What’s up? Miss me already? It’s only been a few months!” Lucifer groaned and pressed his glass against his forehead as he closed his eyes. “I don’t miss you. I’d rather never see your face again if I’m going to be honest.” “You always were so serious about that, just like a heart attack, weren’t you brother?” “Azreal, can you listen please?” Lucifer couldn’t keep the faint whine from his voice as he just held the glass against his head and hoped the building migraine that always came from talking to Azreal of all angels would just stop brewing. For a long moment Azreal went silent on the other end of the line. His voice was much softer when he finally did speak up. “You are serious.” “Yes, Azreal. Can I speak, now?” Lucifer groaned heavily and bowed himself almost completely in half. He tapped the glass against his head and waited for Azreal to agree to let him talk. Once he heard Azreal agree, he sighed heavily. “I need you to set up a meet with Sera.” Azreal laughed, and Lucifer gnashed his teeth at the burning anger that swept through him. “I’m not joking, Azreal!” The laughter cut off. “Why didn’t you just call Sera, then? I’m sure she’d be sooooo happy to talk to you at the Embassy.” “Not here. Heaven.” “Haha! No.” Lucifer sucked in a breath at the sharp cut off. “You know you are not allowed back here, Lucy. You are bound there for the rest of eternity, a prison of your own making just as Father ordered.” Lucifer breathed deep to calm himself as he said, “I know.” “Then why bother even asking when you know the answer already?” Lucifer thought to Charlie, and her begging, pleading that he do this for her. He thought to her dream and the way she steadfastly defended it. He thought to the half-truths he had spoken when he promised to get her the meeting in to Heaven. He set the glass down on the table next to his phone. “It’s not for me, Azreal.”

“Well we can’t let a sinner step up in Heaven either!” Azreal pointed out. “It is not a sinner either.” “So one of the Hellborn?” Azreal questioned, skeptical. “The council won’t allow one of them in Heaven. You know the Ars Goetia would be turned away immediately, as well as any Incubus, Succubus, or Deep One. Imps would be pushing it, but I also know Hell’s hierarchy Lucy.” “It is not--” Lucifer grimaced and shook his head. “It’s for my daughter, Azreal.” “Say what now?” Lucifer didn’t bother to respond to Azreal being obtuse. The angel had been in his home, he’d seen his family portraits. Lucifer looked to one in this very room that depicted himself, Lilith, and his daughter when she’d been nothing more than a round cheeked tot. Azreal was being obtuse. “Morningstar answer me. What do you mean daughter?! You should not even--you cannot--we bound you to Hell alone to prevent this!” With a heavy sigh Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I have not slept with a human, Azreal.” “Why the fuck would you sleep with a Hellborn?” “I have not slept with a Hellborn, either,” Lucifer said shortly. It was a lie. He’d slept with plenty of Hellborn. He’s been alive for ten thousand plus years, he had time to develop his tastes. There was only one child that he’s ever had, however. Lucifer had been careful to ensure he’d created no other. “Then how?!” “I was married, Azreal,” Lucifer groaned. “I am married,” Lucifer corrected softly as he fiddled with the ring on his finger. Just because they agreed to a separation did not mean that they weren’t still tied by marriage. Lilith didn’t want a divorce, not if she’d lose all her power in Hell. There was a long, long moment of silence. Then, “Ew. With her? Father, Lucy, you could do so much better.”

“Azreal…” Lucifer growled, and on the phone Azreal sighed heavily. “Fine, fine. What does your daughter want? And what’s her name? And have you told Mikey?” “Fuck Michael and fuck you if you think I’m telling him shit,” Lucifer ground out. “O-kay then, still pissy about that, got it.” Azreal let out another tinny sigh. “Right, so why the meeting then Lucy?” “Charlie--” “You named your daughter Charlie? Oh you are so stupid!” “No, I named my daughter Charlotte, you ass! She chose Charlie!” “Ooh. So she’s a dyke.” “Azreal, so help me Father….” Lucifer let the threat hang, useless as it was as he stared at his phone with red eyes and hellfire licking at his forehead. “Got it, got it! I’ll be quiet now!” Lucifer waited, and when Azreal kept his word he laid out the situation as cautiously as he could. “She’s got this…Hotel. It’s a--a safe haven for sinner’s.” A soft lie, but Lucifer doubted Azreal would care about that. “Those who want to better themselves. To get out of their vices and sins.”

“…redemption,” Azreal said, words soft. “You are talking about redemption, aren’t you?” Lucifer breathed out, heavy and tired. “I know, Azreal. I know it is a foolish dream, and one not bound in reality, but….” “Why, then? Why are you still like this?!” Azreal demanded. “Lucy!” “…but the Hotel could be a safe haven for sinner’s who aren’t--I mean, Azreal, you know there is a disproportionate amount--” “Lucifer, little bro, she won’t care.” Azreal’s words were soft as he spoke them. They were the words of a long suffering older brother who has had to watch his younger brother falter, and falter, again and again. “She won’t care.” Lucifer sighed. “…I know.” “Then why?” “…Charlie asked,” Lucifer said. “She’s…never asked me for anything, really, and she’s stubborn. She won’t learn unless she sees it for herself.” “…on a scale of an attempted rebellion to just heartbreak how bad should I anticipate the fall out of this to be?” Azreal deadpanned. Lucifer could hear the gritted teeth on the other end. “I doubt Charlie would try to rebel,” Lucifer said dryly. “She’s got more smarts in her than to pull a stunt like her old man.” “…you and I both know that rebellion was Lilith’s plot, not yours.” Lucifer dragged his hands across his face and deigned not to respond to the accusation. Azreal wasn’t wrong either way, Lilith was the one who planned the original uprising. Lucifer hadn’t wanted to bother, really. He’d made himself a home here. He’d found peace with his Father’s decision, or at least he liked to believe he had. Sure he cried himself to sleep at night, sometimes. Sure he ended up in a panic at the mention of Heaven, most days, but he’d made his peace with it. He had.

Lucifer brushed the tears out of his eyes and cursed his inability to lie to himself. “Alright,” Azreal said softly. “Alright. I’ll talk to Sera and get your little girl a meeting.” “If she proves redemption is real, Azreal…” Lucifer breathed out slowly, “I need you to ensure the Hotel will remain protected, as well as any within it who honestly seek to better themselves, from any attempt at Extermination or retaliation from Heaven.” “Lucy…you know it’s not.” “But if it was--” “I will make sure there are protections in the agreement if it proves to be true,” Azreal agreed. “You know there will be a cost, though. A major one for an agreement like this.” Lucifer closed his eyes. “I know.” “You know what she will ask.” “I do.” “Are you prepared to pay it?” Lucifer swallowed heavily. He said, weakly, “I am.” Azreal went silent. Lucifer held his breath. Then, “I will text you the time and day once I have it,” and then Azreal hung up. Lucifer wrapped his arms around himself in the silence, followed shortly by his wings, as he took in a deep and shuddering breath. He did not cry. He held himself and told himself that this was for Charlie, and he would not cry. He wouldn’t. Lucifer hated that he could not lie to himself.

#fanfic #angst fic #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #fic: heaven's cost #fic: chain on your neck

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wifelinkmtg · 1 year

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Neon Dynasty Kami- wait hang on

Are we still on Innistrad? I thought we did Innistrad last time. Excuse me while I review the previous post.

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Yes, it seems we started Innistrad, but I got sidetracked by talking about all the corrupted angels from Shadows block. Odd. When I try to remember the process of writing the last post, there aren’t any specifics, just this... warm, hazy thrum. That’s probably fine, right?

Anyway.

INNISTRAD: MIDNIGHT HUNT + CRIMSON VOW, CONTINUED

Henrika Domnathi (art by Billy Christian)

It really is so easy to make vampires hot, isn’t it? Like there’s a formula: take a pretty woman, give her opulent clothes, put a little trickle of blood from her mouth as a crack in the facade of controlled civility, right, just to indicate that she may look like nobility but is in fact a decadent animal, and then give her a wine glass full of blood and have her hover a bit. There you go: buttons pushed, hotness achieved.

Henrika, Infernal Seer (art by Billy Christian)

Oh, by the way, Henrika apparently drinks demon blood exclusively, which is a cool character detail I thought you should know. There is something very Mardi Gras about this whole look, which just makes me want to reread some of Caitlín R. Kiernan’s New Orleans short stories. Actually, you could do a very interesting Innistrad reskin using Kiernan’s mythology, their dog-like ghouls and Southern vampires in houses with decaying wallpaper. Wizards of the Coast did a bunch of alternate versions of cards from Crimson Vow as Dracula characters - I’m imagining something similar with Jimmy de Sade as Sorin, Salmagundi as Avacyn, and so forth. Free Secret Lair idea, if Wizards want to make a product with a target audience of one.

MUCH LIKE THAT WHOLE PARAGRAPH. LET’S MOVE ON, PLEASE.

Gisa, Glorious Resurrector (art by Yongjae Choi)

You know, there is something really compelling about a woman who is passionate about her art, even if that art is raising the dead. Not a lot of fun to be had on Innistrad, generally speaking, but Gisa is having the time of her life: bloody cleaver, picnic basket full of hands, horde of adoring undead, evil shovel. Some respond to the horrors of Innistrad by retreating to the safety of ritual or religion, hiding in their hamlets, hands gripping axe or torch, mouths set in grim hope. Gisa responded to the horrors by saying, “I could do your job better, actually,” and it is working out great for her. Apologies to Olivia Voldaren, but Gisa is Innistrad’s premier girlboss and it is not close.

Bat Whisperer (art by Jodie Muir)

I’m sure the other vampires get judgy about how Sabrina’s always getting fully contoured and dressed to the nines just to go lounge around on rooftops with bats, but frankly she has captivated me with her #AutisticGirlSwag. I am so excited to learn all about the difference between bat species in Nephalia and Stensia.

Saryth, the Viper’s Fang (art by Igor Kieryluk)

There aren’t any gorgons on Innistrad, so Saryth has decided to DIY it. About eighty percent of the sex appeal here is the massive, luminous constrictor. That’s not just me, right? Igor made the snake really hot, right?

ANYWAY, YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE CROSSBOW SEGMENT OF OUR SHOW.

Apprentice Sharpshooter (art by Steve Prescott)

Personally I think it’s good to have to watch out for spikes when you kiss a pretty woman. There’s a lovely textural contrast between cold pointy metal and the softness and warmth of fur and skin. More spikes on women in 2023, please.

Bloodthirsty Adversary (art by Heonhwa Choe)

Yes, like that, exactly! Spiked pauldron, spiked hips, double crown of thorns, and we’ve escalated to two crossbows. She will kill you, unfortunately, but you’ll get to experience several interesting and different piercing sensations on the way out.

Sawblade Slinger (art by Joshua Raphael)

And speaking of escalation, um. Look. We can argue about whether the Fuck-Off Buzzsaw Hurler is technically a crossbow, but I hope we can all agree that it is an Effective Visual Metaphor for the best goddamn strap game in Innistrad.

THIS HAS BEEN THE CROSSBOW SEGMENT OF OUR SHOW. THANK YOU.

Creepy Puppeteer (art by Marie Magny)

If you’re not at least curious about what it would feel like to get double-teamed by a lovely hammer-wielding maniac and her mannequin duplicate, you might be reading the wrong blog. Hey Marie, this is pretty good, but can we get the horny turned up a couple hundred percent?

Blood Hypnotist (art by Marie Magny)

Amazing, thank you so much. Where to even begin with this? I don’t know exactly what blood hypnosis entails, but I would very much like to learn. The dominating eye contact, the blood-soaked talons, the coy little heart in blood on her previous victim’s face (”previous” because what this image communicates above all else is “you’re next,”) fat braids straining against their prison of riveted leather strips, the way the outline of her head irresistibly suggests a praying mantis head (that one’s just for me, thank you!), and - why not - fat tits into the bargain. Honestly, the only thing that could possibly make this any hornier would be the visible bulge of her thick cock, which I’m sure they only didn’t do because this game is 13+. Then again, they printed this card as-is, so I guess Magic: the Gathering is real educational, huh? Tap lands, cast spells, make friends, feel things about card art you can’t yet identify but which will shape whole swathes of the rest of your life.

Alright, that’s been Innistrad, a welcome change of pace from almost two years of mostly-neutered art. Thanks for going on this journey with me!

NEXT TIME: CYBERPUNK, ART DECO, AND TAMIYO'S HOT GIRL MAKEOVER COMES AT A TERRIFYING COST!

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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♡•rules for requests•♡

(I might change this page in the future)

I take requests if they're open, my bio will always say whether it's open or closed. Currently, I write for obey me only.

general rules

Keep it respectful. Don't demand for me to make a certain post for you, don't throw with insults, etc.

Also, don't be mean to somebody else through requests, or just anywhere on (and off of) this blog at all

Don't spam my inbox. From now on I'm going to be accepting only one request per person when it's busy, due to my limited capacity.

rules about content

no nsfw

nothing straight up illegal, like r*pe and p*dophilia

that obviously means nothing romantic involving luke, no I am not aging him up either

anything that could be seen as glorifying something that should not be glorified (like abuse)

yanderes

extreme violence and/or gore (I also won't write anything describing an injury in detail)

mcs with certain (mental) conditions/illnesses

omegaverse, or anything that kind of falls under the same umbrella like mpreg

no character x character or character x oc

don't overly sexualise the characters, this especially counts for asmo

nothing involving a child intentionally getting hurt by an adult

for now, no thirteen raphael or mephisto x mc (I don't know them very well yet)

nothing too suggestive, suggestive content is usually fine but if it's something like mc posing nude on a bed I will not write it (so basically no highly suggestive content)

clarifications

About the spamming: If I notice in all my notifications there's multiple asks back-to-back with little or no other notifications in between, anon on and similar sentence structure, I will get suspicious.

About the (mental) conditions rule: I am not confident enough in my ability to write accurate representation for some of these. I don't want to post something with 69 misconceptions on accident.

About the 'don't overly sexualise' rule: To clarify, overly sexualising in my book means you are asking or implying for me to basically portray the character in a way that only shows their sexual traits as being their whole personality. Also sexualising something completely innocent (like just wearing a mini skirt, no actual sexual act involved) is a hard no here.

extra info

I want as many works of mine to be inclusive, therefore I will not mention Mc's gender in a post unless you clearly state you want Mc to be a specific gender. With clearly state I mean you put something like 'f!mc please' somewhere in your submission

Sometimes a request might make me uncomfortable, sometimes I'm willing to step out of my comfort zone a bit, but sometimes it's too much. There are also times where I genuinely don't know how to write something. In these cases I might delete your ask

Requests are closed actually means requests are closed!! If you send me something regardless, I will sadly not write it. It's totally okay to send me the same ask again when requests are open though.

If you requested me something and it ends up not getting posted, that means you violated my rules and I deleted your ask from my inbox. Or, your ask may have made me a little too uncomfy. Either way, please don't feel bad if your request was not written. I still feel honored you decided to choose me to write what you wanted, I'm not upset

If I won't write your request and anon is off, I will privately answer and tell you I'm not writing the request (and maybe why if I feel comfortable enough). That way you don't have to wait ages only for nothing to happen.

#strawberrycowmilk requesting rules

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ducknotinarow · 1 year

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Casey paused, silent for a moment, a brief feeling of panic rushing down his spine when he saw what Raphael had found. A book. A familiar book. One that Casey wrote and drew in constantly; thoughts and feelings - especially about Raph. Mushy, sappy, very obvious romantic feelings about his boyfriend that Casey couldn't quite say but could scribble down.

Face going red, Casey soon shook his head, charging forward, hand reaching out as he attempted to snatch the book back,

"Don't yer read another fuckin' word Raph!"

He was never going to hear the end of this. Ever. Casey would like to go to the woods now that Raph had to witness any of his romantic sonnets about him,

"I'm serious Raph give it!"

| Muse Interaction

Raph nodded his head as a way to acknowledged Casey as they went to leave his room a moment, going about handing off his sister for the weekend. Plan was they would dip put soon as she was all set and headed on. Raph deciding to plop himself on his boyfriend bed well he sat around and waited. For Casey to help Angel get packed up for the weekend and such finding himself a bit bored he sort of just looked around the room not with much intention in the act. Not often Raph got left by himself in here it was either him dropping in to hang out with Casey, or well escape from home for a bit. or come to meet up with them so they could head out together, sort of picking them up but Casey usually was the one taking over on transport with their bike. And he wasn't exactly focused on Casey's room when Casey was in it nah he was focused on well Casey. So now was kind of the chance to look around a bit more. It was a mess, not like Raph was one to talk really his own room wasn't all that tidy though you could at least see the floor in his room.

That's when he happened to spot the book, well he assumed it was a book. Maybe it was for school or something that be the more likely answer fro a book in Casey's room he guess but, on the off chance Casey could you know actually read? Moving from where he was he made his way over to it picking it up didn't seem like Casey's text books with all the letting on the front and some random image to make it clear what subject it was for. Turning it over till he went and opened it up, eyes trailing over words a second. "Is this poetry?" he asked himself because of the wording, smirking a little "aww mister sensitive ass it seems." Raph taunted the absence Casey over

Hmm, though now that he was actually reading this he started to notice something. Wasn't this Casey's handwriting? How he didn't notice at first was a bit of a shock clicking on to the fact this was a notebook not a text book. Slowly things started to piece together "...Did Casey write this?" yeah it was obviously in his face but it was still a bit of a surprise, not that Casey could write and read sure he liked joking about that with Casey at their expense but he knew Casey could actually read and write it was more he didn't know Casey could write like this. When he crossed over a mentioning of emerald eyes he paused and went back to read that with a bit more focus. Wait. Was this about Raphael? green eyes, red mask? well clearly this was him but...this description with those things about him? The turtle didn't have long to dwell on that fact when he suddenly felt vibrations under his feet from Casey charging in towards him. Turning his head to the side to catch them red in the face arm reaching out to try and take the book back from Raph, likely to prevent him from reading anymore.

"Don't yer read another fuckin' word Raph!"

Raph just smirk jumping out of their way keeping the book just out of Casey's reach as he taunted them with it. Needing to be a bit more aware of Casey's lanky long arms reach.

"aww whats wrong Case? Worried I know you can write now? Worried imma out you out." he faked a gasp just now "The Casey Jones can form a put together thought!" Still keeping on his feet to keep moving around as if he wasn't fully aware that what Casey had wrote was all about him. It's why he didn't out right mention the subject of the book.

"I'm serious Raph give it!"

Raph just chuckled to himself clearly having more fun over this game of keep away than Casey was, finding a way to wedge himself up in a corner of Casey's room up near the ceiling. A foot of each wall and a hand on the ceiling for support. He could stay that way for a good bit, unless Casey starting throwing stuff at him. Purposely snapping open the book again. "Oh sorry what was that can't hear ya I'm too busy reading" he chuckles once again as he found his place once again. Oh can you truly blame Raph? the few times he had gotten to see this side of Casey? was well..special.

Smiling to himself as he trailed over another bit about himself he could feel the warmth coming over his face. Look yeah he knew Casey loved him and such but..damn he didn't know anyone could see him like this. The way Casey worte about him lole he was something so great? Finally dropping down from his safe spot he held out thier book having his curiosity filled and messed with Casey enough. "Don't worry I ain't gonna tell anyone you can write don' gotta worry 'bout your imagie tough guy." Oh he was sure Casey would still be upset but. Reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

"Hey uh you really thibk all that stuff 'bout me?" He dears to ask as if he hadn't just been holding the evidence. He didn't know could all just be words on pages with out mean for all he knew why get ahead of himself right? Then again he has gotten to see a much softer side of Casey. A Casey that grows tired from rain storms, and cuddles up to his side. A Casey that has more emotions running in him that are too much even so of course Casey meant what he wrote. Raph knew he loved Casey already but damn he didn't relieze you could fall harder for someone. Course he covered this with a laugh and slightly punch to Casey's shoulder.

"Didn't knkw you were such a sensitive ass? Aw you really think my eyes sparkle like emeralds uh?" If it turned into a fight that was fair but no way Raoh could not talk about this it was all that was on hid mind not sorry Casey. He was expecting Casey to be upset now sure so he wouldn't push to much but damn he wished he could kiss then them

"Ya know something Case? I'm findin' more n' more things to love 'bout ya?" Not really a question just a thought he couldn't help but share with them. "Your still a sensitive ass thiugg don't think I aint teasing you over it." Despite how much he was blushing over what he was repeating in his head from what he read. He can't help how well giddy he was feeling in the moment, his chest felt so warm from it alone and he couldn't explain that, stupid tail giving a little wage even as he moved to set a hand over his fave. As he averted his eyes down and leaned in to rest his forhead against Casey's shoulder. God damn it Casey turly was adorable and...Rapheal was falling harder and deeper for them by the second. He never knew just how deep this feeling could run. But he didn't hate it.

#muse| hamato rapheal #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #muse interacction #ic reply #((casey you feel for him and picked him this is yoir own fault uwu))#((also casey jsut let him be like.so cause if he gotta think more youll have to console him instead and that'll ruin the mood u_u)).#[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]

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turtle-go-brrrr · 3 years

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Scratch my shell, I scratch yours

A/N: Heya! So remember two posts ago where I said I wouldn't write fics because I'm not confident enough in my writing to post it? Yeah, me neither. I started writing this at 6 am because I couldn't sleep and kept working on it during the day, so enjoy ^^(I got a little tired at the end, and i think you can feel it ;w; hope it’s good enough anyway!)

Also, I’m a sucker for platonic intimacy, and there is a severe lack of platonic x reader in this fandom

Fun fact: the Shell is both the Dorsal (part on the back) AND the Plastron (part on the front).

Requested: No

Pairing: None, platonic

Word count: 2500 +

Triggers: None

Summary: You make an embarrassing suggestion that they surprisingly accept.

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The idea came to you in a random conversation you had as you sat on their couch.

"But wait, you can really reach everywhere? Like if I touch here-", you point to a crevice in the middle of his shell. "You're telling me you can bend your arm enough to get here?"

Leonardo gently takes your wrist and pull your hand away. "I mean, we have some of those telescopic scrubs to help, you know? Or we can just ask each other to get to the hard places if it's really complicated."

Oh.

"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense."

You have been asking a few questions about their shells after Raphael started showing off some of his scars, fascinated by the intricate patterns you could see on your friends. The topic of cleaning has be brought up, and as your curiosity took charge, your brain decided to embarrass you as much as it could.

"Do you think I could help?"

Only the faint background music Mikey had set up earlier could be heard as your mutant friends looked at you, eyes wide open.

Oh, that came out wrong.

"Wait, that's not what I-", you start to explain your line of thoughts when you get interrupted by the smug look Mikey sent you, as he harbored a teasing smile.

"Oh? I didn't realize that's what you meant when you said you wanted to hang out more," he wiggles his eyebrows as your nervous laughter fills the room.

"Hold on, I can explain."

Silence again.

"Oh, you're actually listening?"

"I mean, I think we're all dying to know why on earth you'd want to take a shower with us. You're not usually this upfront with your affection," Donatello chimes in. He's not even looking at you in the eyes, but doesn't really try to hide that stupid smirk.

Bastard.

You take a deep breath, trying to focus on not letting the embarassement take over, but your voice shakes imperceptibly, and you can feel youself start to sweat. Great.

"Okay, so I was thinking : you guys always do so much for the city and never get anything in return. I remember Mikey told me that you guys love shell scratches, and now I can see that you have some trouble cleaning it, so maybe I can help with that ? Kinda like a massage sort of thing, it doesn’t have to be weird if no one makes it. Now obviously we’ll be wearing swimsuits, we’re not close enough for… you know… actually taking a shower together, " you try clearing your throat discretly. You hear a muffled laugh from Raph.

"Anyway, I think Casey knows where to buy the best animal care product. I think human stuff might not be suitable for your shells, and I read somewhere that water was the best way to clean a turtle shell anyways, but if you have suggestions just let me know what you usually use. Do you even have swimsuits ? Doesn’t matter, I’m sure we can find you some-"

As you rambled on, the slight shame started to wear off and you were able to explain your line of thoughts more clearly. The awkwardness of the situation seemed to settle down, even if your friends were absolutely going to tease you about it later. Leonardo seemed hesitant, though.

"I don’t know, man. Are you sure about this ? I don’t want you to feel like you have to. We can take care of ourselves, you know."

"I’m not gonna force you if you don’t want to, I’m just offering because I want to do something nice for you guys. You can’t really take a break, but you could at least relax a bit."

"I’m up for it." You didn’t expect Raph to agree so quickly, but maybe you should have anticipatd that as you look at the bags under his eyes. "I mean, the worst thing that could happen is falling asleep while getting a massage from a friend. Kinda sounds like a dream if you ask me. "

‘Well that was easy,’ you think as your face lightens up.

"Besides, we can laugh at them for wanting to shower with us. Didn’t think you’d want to be so intimate, " he purrs as he gives you a side glance.

Oh. Bastard number two.

"Alright. Sure. You know what, fair game, " you laugh it off. Mikey puts a reassuring arm around your shoulders as Donnie places his legs on your laps.

"We do have swimwear, so you don’t need to worry about that. And you were right about using only water to clean it, as human products tends to make us itchy afterwards. There are some types of oil we use sometimes to nourish our shells, however. I think the only thing we might need to look into is new brushes. The ones we have are, hum, barely hanging on."

You send a quick text to Casey and April to let them know about the plan after making a short list of supplies with Leo, who ended up agreeing.

It didn’t take that much convincing.

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Saturday came fast. After getting all the necessary supplies with Casey, you both made your wait to the lair to join April. They had both agreed to help you in your task, because 'damn, they really need some appreciation'.

"When do you think they'll be back?" You ask Splinter as he offers you a cup of spiced tea.

"Usually around one in the morning, unless they were delayed."

Unless something went wrong.

But those dark thought quickly faded away as you heard the faint echo of Mikey's laughter as he recalled their night. Light chatter filled the room as they took off their gear and put away their weapons, and April hushed them to get changed and take a quick shower so they could get started and finally have some sort of a break.

You could see they were excited as they each went their own way, waiting for their turn to the shower.

When you live in the sewers and try to turn it into a living space, you have to do what you can with what you have. And sometimes, what you have is a large space that you can turn into a huge bathroom, with multiple showers and a large bathtub; but what you don't have is privacy. So big communal bathroom it is.

In this specific case, it's a good thing, because it means you can all chill together as you get to work on their shells. Once everyone was settled in, April motioned them to sit on some of the chairs you put up. She opens the bag Casey and you brought and starts getting the multiple brushes and bottle out.

"You have to understand that you guys are, uh, gigantic. So try to stay at our level, okay? And stay put, please. Anyway, here is what we've got for you: there are multiple brushes - one of each type for each of you - and some are harder than the others. Don't worry, we'll try not to scrub your shell off of you," she winks at that, and holds back a laugh at Raph's worried expression.

She continues. "We also found the oil Donnie told us about, and we bought multiple bottles. You'll have a stack for next time." She then gets one last bottle out that she puts aside.

"That one is for Splinter. To make his fur all soft and shiny," you butt in with an innocent smile. The old man deserves a treat too.

Casey laughs at that and says, "So, there's tree of us and four of you. Who is okay waiting for his turn?"

Silence.

After a solid minute, Leonardo sighs and volunteers to let his brothers enjoy a well deserved spoiling session. Mikey, instead of sitting on a chair like a normal person, choose instead to lay down on the bathroom floor.

"You said it was basically a massage, right? Now it really feels like it!"

"Oh, good idea. I'm this close to getting a pillow and having the nap of my life," Donnie says, putting his fingers together.

"Your fingers are touching."

"I know," he gives you a side smile as he starts to get up, but you quickly bring him back to reality. "But there's gonna be water everywhere?" You sit down next to where he just was and watch as he goes back to where he sat, sending you a disapproving side glance.

"Let a turtle dream, will you?" He lays down on his stomach, puts his head on his arms, and scouts closer to you.

You watch Raph get settled on a chair next to Casey, putting his arms on the backrest as April hands you one of the harder brushes. Leo makes a quick trip to the kitchen and brings back some water, a few snacks, and a copy of Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne.

"Again," you start. "There's gonna be water everywhere. Are you sure bringing a book here is a good idea?"

He gives you a sly smile. "Gotta live up to my name."

What?

"What?"

"You know," Mikey interrupts. "Fearless."

"Oh. Right. Well, don't come crying when you drop it into a puddle then." But you offer him a plastic bag anyway, to hold his book with it in case he wets his hands.

"You sure you're okay waiting?" Casey asks him as he starts pouring water over Raph's back.

"Yeah, don't worry. I have things to keep me busy anyway."

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It took one swipe of the brush from April for Mikey to start... what was the word? Churring.

A low rumble coming from his throat that had kind of the same function as a cat's purr, Donnie explained. It was an expression of contentment or happiness, that sometimes even happended when they needed reassurance.

Adorable.

"I can't believe you guys can purr and never told me." Raph doesn't even bother opening his eyes when he answers you, "We knew you'd take advantage of that. Didn't want to be babied by the tiniest human we ever met."

Asshole.

You went back and forth with the gruff turtle, always in good spirit though. Conversations flowed, laughter were exchanged, and everyone managed to lighten up. Master Splinter joined the group at some point, and was just glad to spend some time with his family - all of it. He also started to take cared of Leo’s dorsal, to his delight.

You don't exactly know when, but some time after Donnie started to let go some soft churrs as you scrubbed the dirt off of his shell, you stopped listening to the current topic and started to really focus on your task.

Scrapping the dirt hidden in between every crevice, rubbing the largest scales, you were surprised by the look of the bare shell of your nerdy friend. You never really stopped to observe this particular feature the four brothers harbored, not only out of decency, but also because it was always covered. Gear and clothes, backpack and tech, dirt and blood, there was always something hiding the intricate patterns of their shells.

You unconsciously slowed down to really take in what you were seeing, your fascination and curiosity taking over your wish to help.

"I don't know why, but I never expected your shell to be so colorful," you say after wiping away the dirty water from the left side of his back. You didn’t mean to say it at loud, but he doesn't answer you. However, you do get something from Mikey.

"Man, you should see mine! Don helped me create an organic paint so I can paint my shell without hurting myself with a bunch of chemicals, and it looks sooo damn good-"

"Shh!"

"... Did they- Did you just shush me?"

"Shhh!" You whisper yell this time. You then give a side glance toward the sleeping turtle under you.

"Annw. Good luck waking him up."

"Yeah, I'm... not doing that. He needs his sleep," you laugh quietly.

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It took the three of you around an hour to deep clean their shells. Even Raph was finally letting go and softly churring at the end. Mikey was loud enough to have trouble speaking, and Donnie was still asleep. Splinter was still working meticulously on his son, who, he could tell, had a hard time holding back the content churrs that threatened to spill out.

You get up and strech, feeling your joints crack and already anticipating how sore you’ll be tomorrow. The muscles in your arms were burning, and you couldn’t feel your butt anymore, but it was worth it. You’ve never seen the four mutants so relaxed before.

Remembering the oils, you went toward the towels to dry your friend’s back and give the final touch to, what you’d grow to refer to, your work of art. You gave a few head scratches to Raph, who was dozing off with a lazy smile, and went back to Donatello. You slowly dried his dorsal when you felt him shift under your hands.

"Hey buddy," you speak softly. He whispers a ‘hey’ you can barrely hear.

"I’m almost done. I just have to put the oil, then you can let it dry and go to sleep, okay ? " You open the bottle and get a paintbrush, with which you start coating his shell with a thin layer of oil. You can hear his soft churrs start again.

Casey accidentally dropped the bottle of oil on Raph’s back and was desperatly trying to gather as much as he could. "Shi- Fuck, wait-"

"Here, give me some. Thanks to you, I don’t have to open mine, " April said with a smirk. She helped him clean up before going back to Mikey, who raised himself on his forearms and watched the scene unfold with a tired smile.

It took only around twenty minute to put the oil on their shells and get it almost dried up. Once it was done, you helped Splinter and Casey clean up as April let her dizzy friends hold onto her, guiding them on their way to their room. Once it was all done, you waved Leo good night as Raph ruffled your hair and went to sleep. Mikey gave you a big hug and thanked you for the ‘bonker idea’ and made you promise to do it again soon, which you agreed on.

April was already sleeping in the big armchair next to the couch, Casey in a sort of little nest of blankets and pillows at her feet. As you made your way to the couch – your makeshift bed for the night – Donnie was passed out cold on it already. And, boy, does he takes up a lot of space.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Splinter standing next to you. "I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you borrowing his bed for the night. "

"I– are you sure ? "

"He stole yours. He’ll live. " A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he guided you to your friend’s room, offering you a spare blanket and pillow. "Have a good night, Y/N. You know where to find me if you need anything."

”Thank you, Master Splinter.” You can feel your eyelid close on their own, and decide to finally call it a night. You got settled as best you could in the bed, and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

A warm breakfast would await you in the morning.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #i was supposed to make headcanons about them getting their shell scratched #but my brain did this #took me at least 8h #idk if im 100% satisfied but hey #im really excited about posting it ^^#hope you liked it!

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another-tmnt-writer · 3 years

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Truth or Dare?

Raphael x Reader

Author: Admin Mo

Summary: When Mikey needs another actor for his film project, Raph gets roped into it. He didn’t, however, expect for his costar to be so cool.

Note: There are not NEARLY enough college au fics for the bayverse boys, so have this as my first contribution. <3

Warnings: Swears, mentions of drinking, plenty of fluff

Word Count: 3.9k

“Raph, PLEEEEEAAAASE!!!” Mikey folded his hands together, pleading. “We need actors for our project and our group members can’t be in it.”

Mikey, as part of his endeavor to explore every creative program at the university the turtles were currently attending, was taking a filmmaking class. And, as a part of that class, he and his fellow classmates were required to make short projects in order to learn the basics of filmmaking, from writing to directing to using the equipment to editing. As an added bonus because his professor was so especially cruel, none of the people in his group could appear in his project, and while they had managed to recruit some of their classmates to fill in the smaller roles, one of the main roles was still unclaimed.

Raph scoffed. “Mikey, you know I can’t act for shit.”

“You don’t have to actually be good at it!” He pleaded. “You should see some of the other projects. No one in the program is good at acting.”

Raph was quiet for a second, his large arms crossed in front of him, thinking. “How long is it gonna take?”

“Few hours.” Mikey shrugged. He raised an eyebrow. “And your costar is really, really hot.”

Raph sighed, disgruntled. “When?”

“YES! DUDE THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU WON’T REGRET IT!” Mikey ran and returned with a script and a schedule, shoving it into his older brother’s hands. “We film tomorrow!”

Raph’s eyes widened. “TOMORROW?!”

***

Raph went with Mikey to where the rest of his group was meeting to film their project. He hadn’t really had time to look at the script and Mikey assured him that they’d be filming in small enough chunks that he wouldn’t need to have very much memorized at a time. He also didn’t really know what kind of movie it was and he didn’t care; he just couldn’t wait until it was over.

A few minutes after they arrived, so did his costar. And god, he couldn’t stop staring. Mikey was right. God, why was Mikey always right?

“I am so sorry I’m late. The bus almost hit a pedestrian and it was a whole thing.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry about it!” Mikey waved off your concern. “This is my brother, Raph.”

“Nice to meet you, Raph. I’m (Y/N).” You introduced, a warm smile on your face.

Raph didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered on him, but instead of the looks disdain he usually got, instead it seemed to be curiosity. Awe, even? Weird, he decided, but not unwelcome.

It was a long, awkward moment before he realized he’d better respond. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you too.”

“Um, you guys can get to know each other a little better. We’ve gotta get the equipment set up.” Mikey said, leaving the two of you on your own.

The filming location was a place you were very familiar with: the library. Particularly, in front of the cozy little coffee shop in the library.

“I didn’t really, uh, look at the script, but I’m guessing they needed a monster for a horror movie or something…” Raph flipped through the pages, skimming.

“It’s a rom com.” You corrected quietly. “I’m the main character. You’re the love interest.”

If Raph could physically blush, he was sure his cheeks would rival the color of his mask. “…Oh.”

“Is that alright?” You asked.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I just…” He chuckled to himself. “I ain’t ever acted in anything before, let alone anything romantic.”

“It’s not too much, I don’t think.” You reassured him. “I’m pretty sure the most they’ll have us do is awkwardly brush hands. It’s a coffee shop meet-cute.”

“Gotcha.” And while he was relieved, he was also a little…disappointed? Huh. Weird. “So, uh, what’s yer major?”

“I’m a film major. I’m in Mikey’s class and they needed actors, so I’m paying it forward in case I need someone in my project. What’s yours?”

“I’m undecided. Just, uh, taking some time to figure things out, you know. I never really had any…school experience before this.”

“That’s a lot to adjust to.”

“Yeah, it is. I’m getting used to it, though.”

“That’s good! If you need any help with anything, let me know. I’ve picked up a bunch of good tips and tricks.”

He chuckled. “I will, thanks.”

“Do you have snapchat?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“One second.” You fished your phone out of your bag and unlocked it, opening the app to your snapcode, which he scanned and added you. “There you go.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

Raph took some more time reading over the script to get the gist of the scene and you were right. Indeed, it was a rom com. Not his preferred genre, by any means, but maybe he’d warm up to it a bit over the course of the day.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Mikey called from over where they had the camera set up on the tripod. “Do you know how to white-balance this thing? Everything is orange for some reason. Which is a great color, but I’m sure Smith will dock us points for it.”

“Oh, I’ve got you.” You nodded. You looked up at Raph, your purse in hand. “Will you hold this for a second?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He nodded, holding out a giant three-fingered hand to take the bag from you. He watched you walk over to where the rest of the group was standing, crowded around the camera. You worked your magic, shuffling through the menu and helping adjust the camera correctly. Raph couldn’t stop staring. You looked so focused. So passionate. He could tell you really liked film and everything it entailed and he wished he could just find something he cared about as much as you cared about your major.

“Awesome.” He heard Mikey say, his eyes fixed on the camera’s screen. “Thanks!”

“Of course!” You walked back over to where Raph was and he handed you your bag back. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mikey walked over to the two of you.

“You guys ready? I think we’re good to start now.”

“All set.” You confirmed, giving him a thumbs-up, and Raph nodded.

***

Raph might have to reconsider his stance on this acting thing. Did he think he was all that good at it? No. But so long as he had you as a costar, he’d act willingly in any project Mikey (or you) needed him for. And at the end of the shoot, he ended up having a really good time. So much so that when you guys were all done, he was…sad. Like, really sad about it.

You parted ways. You weren’t in any of his classes, so Raph wasn’t really sure if he’d see you around that much. And he didn’t see you around…until a few weeks later.

He was at the library studying with his brothers at their favorite table when suddenly, his phone buzzed, a message from snapchat coming in. He looked at the notification, doing a double-take when he read your name there. And when he reached to answer it, he moved too fast and knocked his shell-shaped cell phone off of the table.

Shit.

He bent down to pick it up and when he opened the snapchat, he was surprised to see…the back of his shell? It was captioned: “I spy with my little eye…Something red and green 😉”

Immediately, he whipped around, and sure enough, nestled in a table by the windows was you, looking at him over the top of your laptop screen. You giggled when he spotted you, waving.

Raph nudged Mikey, who was sitting across from him and Mikey traced Raph’s eyeline to where you were, his face immediately lighting up.

“Oh! Hey (Y/N)!” Mikey waved. “You wanna sit with us?”

“Is that alright?”

“Hell yeah!” Mikey motioned you over. “The more the merrier! We can pull up a chair over here on the end.”

So, you gathered your stuff while the guys rearranged some things, putting you on the end of the table, right between Mikey and Raph. When you got over there, you noticed they were sitting with the other two giant mutated turtles on campus, who you had heard of, but hadn’t met yet.

“(Y/N), these are our brothers. Leo’s over there in the blue, our fearless leader. And this is Donatello, the one we go to for homework help.”

“Not tonight you aren’t. This paper is due at midnight and it is…” Donnie glanced down at the clock on his laptop and as soon as he did, he started typing impossibly faster. “Eleven thirty-seven. Do not look at me or breathe in my direction.”

“Noted.” Mikey nodded, a trace of fear in his eyes.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). You’re in one of Mikey’s classes, right?”

“Yep! I’m in his film class.” You smiled, taking a sip of your iced coffee. “I got the pleasure of costarring with this one.” You nudged Raph lightly, causing him to smile the most genuine smile Mikey had ever seen on his older brother’s face.

Huh. Mikey took note, something devious stirring in the back of his mind. Interesting…

“What did you get on that, by the way?” You asked.

“We got an A! Well, Minus. But you know how Smith is.”

“Dude that’s awesome!” You bumped your fist against his. “Good job. I’m pretty sure my group got a B, but we’re not mad about it. C’s get degrees, as they say.”

“Cheers to that.” Leo chuckled.

“What are you working on today, Raph?” You asked, tilting your head in a way that sent his heart racing in a way he could not explain.

“I have a paper for my Writing 150 class.”

“Oof that sucks. Who do you have?”

“Trainor.”

“Ouch. She hated me.” You grimaced, shaking your head. “She found out I was bi and it was all over for me.”

“Did you report her? I’m pretty sure you can report her for that sort of thing.” Raph asked, trying not to get heated over it. He was pretty sure she didn’t like him very much either, but it was probably due to the fact that he was a giant green turtle. “That’s bullshit.”

“I’m in the process of that right now.” You nodded. “She’s a bitch. I don’t know if they’ll actually do anything about it though.”

“Keep me posted. I might file something too if she doesn’t stop glaring at me during class.” Raph grumbled. “It’s annoying.”

“That would be annoying. Her beady little eyes glaring at you for two agonizing hours of ‘This is how to correctly use a comma’.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. It is.”

You glanced at your phone, which buzzed with a text from one of your roommates. “Oh! Uh, do you guys have any plans this weekend?”

“Nope. Why?” Mikey asked, curiosity seeping into his voice.

“My roommate is throwing a party, if you guys wanna come. It’ll be pretty chill. Drinks, pizza, some music.”

“Oh hell yes.” Mikey nodded. He looked at Leo. “Leo, can we?”

“I don’t see why not.” Leo shrugged. “Sounds like a good time.”

“Is there a dress code?” Mikey asked. Now that he was finally allowed to socialize, he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“Nope. Just casual. Come as you are.”

“Do you need us to bring anything?”

“If you guys have a drink of choice, bring that, I guess, but otherwise, my roommate’s boyfriend works at a pizza place, so we get a pretty good discount and we have literally so much wine.”

“That’s amazing.” Mikey nodded, making a mental note to look into jobs at a pizza place later.

“We’ll bring a veggie tray.” Donnie said, his fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop until finally, he stopped. “I finished, by the way.”

“Good job, dude!” Mikey gave him a thumbs up. “You wanna write mine next?”

“Ha.” Donnie stared at him. “Funny.”

“What’s your paper on, Raph? Maybe I can help.”

Raph turned his laptop towards you. “We have to write it about like growing up. You can, uh, read it if you want. I don’t mind. I’m kinda stuck right now anyway.”

“Okay.” You agreed, switching his laptop for yours. You winked. “Trade ya.”

“What are you writing about?” He asked, scrolling to the top of your document.

“Women in Film.” You shot finger guns at him. “I’m about to make some Film Bois REALLLL mad.”

“Roast ‘em, (Y/N).” Mikey laughed, knowing all too well exactly which film boys you were talking about. He was not a fan.

“That’s the plan.” You chuckled and then started reading over Raph’s paper. You had known before meeting them that they hadn’t exactly had the best childhood, but…wow was it eye-opening reading the experience from his eyes. “Holy shit.”

“That bad?” He joked, trying to read your expression.

“No, it’s…Raph, this is really good, but wow. You guys went through a lot, huh?”

“Yeah…” He shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad, but it sure wasn’t normal by any means.”

“Mmm…” You nodded, looking up at him. “I mean, normal is kinda overrated.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad ya think so. Not many people do.”

You shrugged, smiling softly. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not like many people.”

***

“(Y/N), this place is as clean as it’s gonna get. It’s a party. It’ll be messed up in,” your roommate, Haley, glanced down at her watch, “like twenty minutes.”

“I know, I just…I’m nervous. These guys are basically superheroes. I want to make a good impression.”

“Fair point.”

You swept the kitchen floor and got out the cutest paper plates you had in the cupboard as well as some solo cups and plastic wine glasses. If you could avoid broken glass today, that was probably the move.

The doorbell buzzed and your heart raced, but it was just your other roommate’s boyfriend with the pizza.

“Is Darcy here?” He asked.

“She’s upstairs getting ready, you explained, helping him get the pizza and breadsticks and everything set up on the counter. He’d also brought a few two-liters of Pepsi, which was good. You put it next to the giant jug of fruit punch you’d bought at the grocery store. It was important to make sure your non-drinking friends had something to drink, too.

A few minutes after, guests started arriving. Darcy came downstairs and started up her iconic party playlist. Your neighbors popped in. It was easier to invite them and let them have a good time with you than have them call security on you guys for throwing a party, even if it was the weekend and it was only nine.

You turned off the lamps in the living room and instead set your strip lights to party mode, causing them to cycle through a bunch of colors in time with the music. It was then that the doorbell rang again and you rushed to the mirror to check yourself once more. You adjusted your hair, straightened out your top, and checked your teeth for food. Nope, you were good.

So, with the rest of the hosts distracted, you opened the door. On the other side of it were four tall, green gentlemen, one of them carrying a veggie tray.

“Hey guys, come on in!”

You moved out of the way so they could step inside.

Mikey’s eyes widened, looking into the living room full of dancing college kids. “Woahhhhh this is awesome!”

“Glad you think so.” You laughed. “There’s food and drinks in here, the bathroom is in the hallway, and everyone else seems to be either in the living room or the back yard.”

“Where do you want this veggie tray?” Donnie asked.

“Thank you so much for bringing this, by the way! You can set it over by the pizza boxes. I can get a spoon for the dip.” You said, walking towards the silverware drawer and producing a spoon while Donnie popped the lid off of the plastic serving tray and opened up the dip. You handed him the spoon.

The guys were each sporting their signature color, but they were wearing clothes you hadn’t seen them in before. Usually, Raph liked to wear a large gray hoodie, but today, he was sporting a black t-shirt and an impossibly large red flannel with some jeans. It looked good on him. Like, really good.

Apparently, he was thinking the same thing, because as soon as you were free, he walked up to you and nudged you gently. “You look really good.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth and you wished you could blame it on wine, but you hadn’t even had a sip yet. “Thanks. You clean up pretty nice yourself.”

Had you worn a red top on purpose? Yes, absolutely. Would you admit to it, though? No, definitely not.

But Mikey noticed. Oh, Mikey noticed everything. And he couldn’t help but think that you and his older brother would make quite the couple. Maybe there was something he could do to just…give it a little push.

***

The time came later, when the party was finally starting to wind down. Some people had left. Your neighbors had gone home, and you’d switched the strip lights to a light, warm color. You’d also switched the upbeat party playlist for something chill to play in the background. The remaining partygoers were all settled in a circle in the living room, eating whatever pizza was left, sipping on box wine, and playing a game of truth or dare.

“Haley, truth or dare?” Darcy challenged.

“Truth.”

“Okay…Fuck, Marry, Kill: Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth and…..Chris Pine.”

“DAMN.” She cursed. “You can’t do that to me. Shit. Uh…Fuck Chris…Hemsworth. Marry Chris…Pine? And—”

“Don’t you do it!” You warned.

“Kill Chris Evans.”

“Noooooooooo!” You whined, taking a sip of your drink. The rest of the group laughed. “Poor Captain America.”

“Rest in pieces, Cap.” She agreed, shaking her head. “Okay…Mikey, truth or dare.”

“Dare.” Mikey answered quickly. He always picked dare, so in the fifth round of the game, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“I dare you…to take a shot of straight lemon juice.”

“Easy peasy.” Mikey scoffed, pouring himself a shot and downing it.

You watched as his face contorted at the sour, sour taste. You couldn’t help but giggle a little at that.

“Good job, Mikey.” Donnie laughed, dipping a piece of broccoli in dip before popping it into his mouth.

“Taking it like a champ.” Leo added, nodding.

“Alright, my turn?” Mikey asked, looking around the circle for his victim, pretending he hadn’t been planning this since round one. “(Y/N). Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a second. How easy it would be to just choose truth again, but for some reason, you were feeling a little brave, so instead, you picked, “Dare.”

“Oooooooh,” the circle said, all of them a little surprised by that choice.

“Okay. Alright.” Mikey rubbed his hands together mischievously. All according to plan. “I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

“OOOOOOOHHHH!” The circle all stared at you and you thought for a second, a smirk settling on your features.

“Oh that’s easy.” You got up and crossed the circle until you were standing in front of Raph. Even sitting down, he was almost your height. “Think I could get a kiss?”

Raph stared up at you, shocked, waiting for you to say Sike! HAHA! Did you actually think I thought you were hot?! Loser!

But you never did, instead looking down at him with sincerity, patience. Were you a little…nervous, even?

“Why me?” He whispered, his eyes fixed on you. There were plenty of good-looking human guys still there, and yet you were certain. Unwavering. Then, louder, he asked, his heart absolutely fighting to get out of his chest, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You nodded, starting to lean closer. Once you were most of the way in, you let him meet you in the middle, your soft human lips meeting his, which were, you had to admit, way softer than you thought they would be.

Raphael kissed you like you were made of glass, like if he moved too fast, you would shatter. It was his first kiss, after all, and he didn’t want to fuck it up.

When it finally ended, you walked back to your seat in the circle, your cheeks rosy, heart racing. Haley gave you a nudge and you giggled, your stomach filled with butterflies. The rest of the game went along with little fanfare, and once everyone was tired enough, the apartment cleared out even more, leaving just your roommates, Darcy’s boyfriend, and the turtles, who insisted on helping clean everything up. Well, it had been Leo’s idea, but the rest had agreed to stick around to help.

You volunteered to go out into the backyard to pick up all of the stray solo cups and White Claw cans. You hated litter. You worked out there alone for a bit. As you bent down to pick up the last can you heard the signature screech of the sliding door opening.

Raph squeezed through the narrow doorway, cursing his shell for making him so damn wide.

“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Your voice was almost swallowed up by the sounds of the choir of crickets outside.

“Hey.” He closed the sliding door. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, tying off the trash bag you were using to collect garbage. “How was your first college party?”

“It was great. Really, really great.” He said, taking slow steps through the grass towards you. “Um…I…did you mean what you said? Earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you…was I really…” he laughed at the absurdity of it. “You think I’m hot?”

“I do.” You nodded. “Of course I do.”

“I’m sorry if I find that a little hard to believe.” He shook his head, stopping right in front of you. When he was standing in front of you like this, he was remined of just how big he was compared to you, just how much he towered over you. Just how different you were. “I’m just used to the opposite reaction.”

“Believe it.” You reached forward and took his hand in yours, gripping one of his giant green fingers.

“I’m trying to.” He chuckled and fiddled with your little hand, nervous. “You know, uh…that was my first kiss in there. I wasn’t too awful, was I?”

“I didn’t mean to steal your first one.” You laughed softly. “Sorry. But to answer your question, I thought it was perfect.”

“That’s a relief.” He was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Uh…If it’s alright with ya…I’d like to give you my second kiss, too.”

Instead of answering, you took another step closer, looking up, up, up into his piercing green eyes. “You’re gonna have to come down here; I can’t reach.”

He laughed. “Right.” Raph craned his neck down, one of his large hands tilting your face up towards his so he could meet you in the middle for another perfect kiss.

***

“What are you doing?” Leo asked Mikey, who was peering through the blinds into the back yard of the apartment.

Mikey only grinned proudly, nodding to himself. “Works every time…”

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chainofclovers · 3 years

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Grace and Frankie 7x1 - 7x4 thoughts

Meh? Like...I love them so much, but...meh?

(I did enjoy this line about brunch.)

I really loved season 6 of Grace and Frankie. I thought it was well-paced, largely very well-acted, generally well-written, and it culminated in a massive moment of character development for the title characters, who, having spent years growing closer and being there for each other when others could not or would not be, finally articulate to each other that they are the primary person in each other’s lives. Platonic gal pal soulmate BFF emotional support witches 4 lyfe!

I know progress isn’t always linear, and in fact is very rarely linear, but after a moment that significant, you’d think the writers on this show would maybe come up with some more interesting things for these characters to do than spin in circles?

@bristler and I watched on Friday night, and just this morning over breakfast had a good conversation about the first four episodes of the new season now that they have settled in our brains a bit. We concluded that the writing (often noticeably clunky, like the dialogue is responsible for more narration than usual) and the tone (aggressively wacky) feel really off, especially compared to the prior season. I think we diagnosed the big issue, which is that Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda are by far the most talented actors on this show (if you disagree, fight me in the parking lot) and it feels surprisingly unfortunate that their characters have, to this point in the new season, pretty much figured out their perspectives on each other. No matter how people feel about Grace and Frankie’s sexualities, the whole show has been about them finding each other and getting in deeper and deeper, and it’s less interesting to watch other characters have realizations about that than it is to watch Grace and Frankie having realizations about themselves. If the title characters are now limited to reacting to other people’s actions, and the title characters are played by the best actors on the show, the whole show’s gonna suffer. And is suffering, very much so, at least for these first four episodes. I’m definitely still excited for the final twelve in 2022 (twelve! I cannot believe this season will have sixteen eps!), but I’m pretty disappointed so far.

Stuff I Loved:

The family brunch. These families have been entwined for so long, and the backstory for this particular brunch was so fun (even though I didn’t care for the effects they did to depict Grace and Robert 25 years ago; there was no need for a visual flashback in the scene). I love that Grace hit Frankie with a wiffle ball bat. I love that the two couples realized some of the emotional reasons behind their decisions to lie to each other about Bud’s Bunny and about M’Challah. I love the way Jane Fonda sounds uttering the phrase “Bud’s Bunny” with little to no irony. I love that Grace is able to recognize and articulate just how deep and miserable her anger issues were, albeit with the continued help of her omnipresent martini, and that Frankie told her she’d now make up a holiday in order to spend more time with Grace. I really, really hope Frankie does exactly this at some point in the remaining episodes of the season. I love that Grace is generally a pretty good person now, with aspirations of being a delightful person. I love that she and Frankie don’t have it in them to stay angry with each other, and I love all the evidence that they really, really talk to each other about everything now.

Frankie talking to the man at the office (I don’t remember who he was supposed to be? A toilet manufacturer? I didn’t mention this before, but I actually got pretty high while watching?!? Believe it or not, this was the first time I smoked pot and watched Grace and Frankie at the same time despite having enjoyed both activities on their own for quite some time. I would recommend the combo! And I think I still pretty much got what was happening) about paying for the toilet parts with candy. This whole subplot with the money laundering was absurd and not that interesting, but I loved this particular scene because it was finally evidence of some really thoughtful writing. The concepts aren’t enough! You have to write them into good dialogue! And the whole cash/candy thing was a moment of dialogue that only someone as hilarious as Lily Tomlin could pull off. Which she did, IMO.

In a show about super messy people, Coyote has stayed sober this entire time. He is sober, employed, in love, and preparing to buy a full-sized house with his partner. He hasn’t murdered anyone in his family. Hasn’t even attempted murder once.

In 2017 or whatever, Grace Hanson would have been furious about Frankie using obscure Beatles references like a treasure map when hiding the cash. But here in 2021, she cooperates and even gets in on the fun. The writing is very unsubtle this season, but that did feel like a reasonably subtle moment that shows how good of a partner she is for Frankie. (Platonic, of course! So platonic. Female friendship, amirite?)

Stuff I Did NOT Love and Felt Incredibly Negative About:

Brianna. I can only conclude that June Diane Raphael has decided she’s happy with playing a character whose primary role in life is to be hot and mean. She succeeds at being hot and mean, but I have reached my limit with this character. I realize we’re only a quarter of the way into the season, but I don’t think I can take another arc about her learning to compromise only to reveal to Barry that she never intended to compromise at all. At this point, it’s both abusive and boring. How?! The Grace/Brianna parallels aren’t interesting anymore, because one character has grown and the other is stagnant. I get that Brianna was raised in an emotionally stilted environment by two unhealthy people. But I think it would be very cool if she could learn something from her mother at this point. Grace has put a ton of effort into dealing with her “rabbit-killing, mad-at-the-world anger.” She’s put a ton of effort into figuring out what makes her happy, what she wants her life to look like. She’s even started accepting her age and abilities without shame. And that growth is believable; Grace is still short-tempered and she still slugs back way too many martinis and she struggles to articulate certain things, but she’s grown into a truly lovely human. And while, as a daughter with a mother, I can absolutely attest to the fact that it can be difficult and uncomfortable to learn lessons from one’s mother, Brianna really, really should. Grace spent decades letting anger and shame trap her in a small, miserable life. Brianna—and even Mallory, who just seems like a vapid idiot this season—are traveling that same path, but there’s someone right there who could really help, maybe even more than Frankie helped when the Hanson girls were first growing up.

The arraignment. The scene might’ve been salvageable if it was filmed from Grace’s perspective, and filmed to reflect how surreal and improbable it all was. But speaking of non-linear progress, this scene erased everything Nick Skolka has done to put himself in my good graces (LOL) over the past couple seasons. I mean, I tried, man. I even wrote fic about Nick, Grace, and Frankie making a genuine effort at polyamory. But the arraignment is so emotionally manipulative, such a slap in the face of everything Grace has worked for, and while we’re certainly “supposed” to feel the weight of the moment, I mean, it’s not like we’re supposed to be like, “Oh, cool, we’re in a rom com now! This is adorable!” it still felt bad and unearned and slapdash.

And I want Frankie to process these things with her! Frankie seems so happy to have all this information about Grace and how Grace feels, but I want to see scenes in which we can gain an understanding of how Frankie actually feels. Hearing Frankie talk to other people about how Grace feels is interesting, but it’s like there’s no room in these episodes for us to learn anything new about Frankie herself.

Grace’s transitional wig. Is so. Bad. It is. Such a. Bad wig. Oof. I mean, I like what they’re doing with Grace’s hair from a plot perspective, although (see one bullet up) I would really like to get more of an understanding of what’s happening in Grace’s head, not just on top of her head. And gosh, Frankie would be a really good person to talk to about this in a conversation that lasts longer than 30 seconds. But the wig! She’s in a wig in all four episodes, of course, since Jane Fonda went grey and cut her hair short before they started filming this season. The wig for episodes 1 and 2 is fine; it’s a good approximation of Grace’s typical hair, and of course we know that canonically Grace’s hair isn’t 100% her own hair anyway. But the wig with grey roots looks so weird. The part that’s growing out doesn’t look the same as the hair on the wig from 1 and 2. And the grey roots look like a yarmulke. I cannot wait to get to the point in the season when Grace goes all the way grey.

(One more thing about the hair. I can’t let it go. I paused the show while we were watching to rant, but I’m not done.) I had the great privilege of seeing Jane Fonda in person at a protest in 2019. She is an insanely beautiful human. She was growing her hair out and it was partially dyed blonde and partially grey. It looked really cool. I am not ashamed to say I spent that day learning many things about the climate crisis and about Jane Fonda’s hair. Having seen her in real life with her real hair looking that fucking great, I just have a an extra-large grudge against everyone involved in that horrible wig. The wig is necessary, but it didn’t have to be this bad.

What Do I Care About Now?

I am pretty intrigued by the way Grace threw out her real age in a conversation with Nick and Elena. She has nothing to fear anymore! She’s so chill about aging! What could go wrong? I assume that Nick and Elena maneuvering for Nick to be on house arrest in Grace's house specifically has to do with the fact that Grace is 82. She’s gonna find out that Nick is allowed to be with her because she’s ancient and helpless and the court took pity. Or something like that. She’s going to feel betrayed on top of feeling stifled and overwhelmed by Nick’s presence. I want to see where this goes for sure.

Other than that, and other than the fact that I really do continue to believe this show is moving in a direction in which Grace and Frankie will choose each other, I feel very whatever about this whole thing. I love this show and I will always appreciate this show for giving me some incredible characters to spend years of my life writing about, and for bringing me some pretty amazing friendships. Speaking of those friendships, yesterday @ellydash and @telanu and I were talking about some of the incredible TV we’ve watched recently, like Ted Lasso and Hacks and Fleabag and Killing Eve, and how great it feels to watch beautifully written TV crafted by writers who are profoundly—organically yet intentionally—attuned to even the most minor character’s rhythm. The disappointment of these first few episodes of the new G&F season feels like a mild disappointment rather than a sharp heartbreak, and that has a lot to do with being deeply invested in other shows that could also go in all kinds of different directions but with writing I fundamentally trust.

Also Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin are my forever faves and my appreciation for their performances and general awesomeness onscreen and in life is undiminished. So that’s pretty cool.

#grace and frankie #meta by me #grace and frankie s7 spoilers #a lesbian watches ted lasso #grace hanson is a gay disaster #except #she's not even a disaster anymore #she's totally fine and men keep bothering her!#frankie bergstein is a bisexual mess

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Boundaries

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if i could get some headcanons for the boys with a s/o who like,,, is trying to stay no contact with an abusive/toxic parent,,, and thinking about going back to them? Just generally doubting whatever they went through/that they have a right to feel the way they do? Ive been struggling a lot and rly need some comfort :( but if its not something you’re comfy with or anything, thats cool too!!!

[A/N: To the person who requested this... I love you! You're doing great, and I hope you know that you are Loved. It's incredible that you were able to cut them out of your life: that takes a lot of courage and strength! I've been dealing with something similar on my end, so I certainly know how you feel. Much love, anon. You don't need them: don't let them drag you back in. You’re perfect without them: there’s no need to feel guilty over what THEY did. Muah!]

Pairing: Raphael/Reader (Established), Leonardo/Reader (Established), Donatello/Reader (Established), Michelangelo/Reader (Established) (ALL SEPARATE - NONPOLY)

Content Warnings: Mentions of abusive parents, although nothing is graphically described. Comfort headcanons, for the most part.

Word Count: 1546

Raphael

He notices that you aren’t feeling well super quickly. He’s a great listener, and he’ll let you vent for as long as you need; however, he’s not going to let you overthink the situation too much. If you’re really genuinely doubting how abusive they were to begin with, he’ll probably cut you off in the kindest way possible. It’s good to talk about your feelings, but you can’t let yourself drown in them, you know?

You did so, so good setting your boundaries last time! And he’s really proud of you for that. But unfortunately, toxic people will always try and weasel their way back in. You have to stay strong. He’ll be there for you every step of the way, too. They hurt you deeply, and you don’t need to apologize for their actions.

If they’re starting to harass you, he’ll offer to respond in your place if you don’t feel like you’re able to at the moment. There’s no shame in blocking their number or email, either.

He’ll offer to take you out somewhere to get your mind off of the situation for a little while. When he’s feeling stressed he likes to work out, but that might not be for everyone. But if you wanna kick the shit out of a punching bag… I’m just saying, it’s very stress relieving. He’s also down to get some pizza too. Anything to take your mind off of it!

Oxymoronic. If you had to describe how you feel right now, inside your body, that would be the perfect word to describe the sensation. You feel weightless, almost outside of your body; yet, that sinking pit in your stomach tethers you to the earth. You feel like you’re going to vomit, replaying the words from your parent’s most recent voicemail in your head. It’s been… a while, hasn’t it? You glance nervously as your phone, checking the time before switching it on. You stare at your lock screen for a moment, trying to find the courage to unlock it, before setting it down with a gentle thud against the hardwood table. You don’t know what to do anymore.

“Hey,” Raph whispers. You jump, startled by the sudden noise before forcing a smile.

“Are you okay?” he asks. You nod.

“Are you sure? It looks like something’s really bothering you.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, “I’m okay. Just life, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” he sits down next to you slowly, smiling gently, “But life is hard sometimes. Do you wanna talk about it?”

You smile gently, if not a little sadly, and shake your head a little. He always knows what to say. “Well, it’s just…” you pause, “I don’t know. It’s my parents again. They’re trying to get back in contact with me again, and I just… it’s hard. Like, what if they changed, you know? I thought I set my boundary really well, so if they’re trying to talk to me, it kind of makes me think that they changed. Or maybe I overreacted, or-”

“Honey, I love you, but I’m gonna have to stop you right there,” he interjects, “You were super clear that you didn’t want contact anymore the first time, so the fact that they’re still trying to weasel their way back in? It shows that they haven’t changed… at all. They’re abusive now, and they were back then too. If they weren’t, you wouldn’t have cut them off in the first place, right?”

You hum and lean into his side. He pulls you towards him gently, cocooning you in his strong arms. You close your eyes and sigh. “Yeah,” you whisper, “that makes sense. I just… I don’t know why they keep doing this, I hate it. I don’t wanna have to deal with this anymore. It’s like every few months they pull this. I don’t know why they just can’t let go.” You wrap your arms as far as you can around his middle, leaning into his embrace as deeply as you can.

“I know, hun. But you know what?”

“Hm?”

“The fact that you don’t understand why they do what they do… it just shows that you’ll never be like them. You’re strong, you’re sweet, and you’re kind. You don’t want to hurt others, and you’ll go to any lengths to help people,” He runs his hand along your back soothingly before trailing up your arm and squeezing it gently, “I wish that they weren’t doing this to you, because you deserve so, so much better than that. But I love you, okay? You’re gonna get through this.”

Leonardo

He’s super observant, and he picks up on your distress quickly. He’s a good listener, and he’ll let you talk for as long as you need. He’s more of the ‘get it all’ out type when it comes to venting. He’ll hold you close and let you cry, if that’s what you need.

Setting boundaries is hard, and he’s really happy that you managed to cut them off in the first place! Assessing your own needs and coming to terms with the abuse that they put you through is really important, and he’s really impressed that you were able to do that. But people never talk about what comes after: keeping those people out of your life. If you’re ever doubting your decision, he’ll be right by your side to back you up. Toxic people will try their best to manipulate you, and he’s not gonna stand by idly and let them guilt you into a relationship with them. They’re the only ones who can control their actions. You have a right to feel the way you do!

He’ll offer to respond to them via email or phone call, if you feel like you need to respond to them. He’ll also offer to beta read your emails if you need to restate your boundaries to them. Sometimes just reading them outloud helps you feel a little bit better, a little bit more secure in your choice.

He definitely ups the self-care and fun outings in your daily life. Dealing with abusive parents is so stressful, and honestly? The LEAST you could do for yourself is kick back with some ice cream.

Donatello

He notices that you’re a little off, but he can’t quite figure out why. Headache? Didn’t sleep well? He’s the most likely to wait for you to bring it up. He’ll ask if you’re feeling okay, but for the most part, the ball is in your court. If your distress persists for more than a day or two, though, he’s not above cornering you and asking what’s up.

He’s really ticked that they’re trying to get back into your life after you clearly cut them out. Like, seriously? You were so clear about it the first time, and this just goes to show that they haven’t changed at all. You’re in the right here: They don’t deserve you. He’ll 100% back you up regarding your experiences, and he’s not gonna let you feel guilty over what THEY put you through. He’s a great person to vent to, honestly. All feelings of doubt, that maybe things weren’t as bad as you thought, practically disappear when you talk to him. He’s so supportive of you and your recovery.

Look it might not be the smartest choice, but if you wanna let him email them or something, he totally will. You think he’d make some incredible, eloquent, heartfelt speech that tricks them out of ever trying to talk to you again but… he doesn’t do that. He’s not above snapping at them. But he just loves you a lot, and he really fucking hates all of the shit that your parent put you through. You’re such a good person, and you’ve done such an incredible job recovering! He just wants you to be happy.

It’s self care time. He takes more time out of the day to do little things for you. He knows that this isn’t an issue that can be solved in a day, so he just wants to do all that he can to make every day a little more bearable. If he can get you to smile, he’s succeeded.

Michelangelo

He’s observant, although not as much as Leo. Luckily, he’s not above just straight-up asking what’s bothering you. Communication is key, after all. He’s an awesome listener, and he’ll throw in his own comments here and there. Like yeah, no, babe they were really shitty to you, you totally have the right to feel the way that you do!

He’s really proud of you for setting your boundaries the first time! Cutting toxic people out of your life is really, really difficult. But unfortunately, manipulators will always try and come back into your life. That’s what they do, and it hurts so much, but that’s just… what they do. You don’t have to take that laying down though! Every time they try and push you to let them back in… you have to push them away twice as hard. Like, you’re so strong! And you deserve the absolute best things that this world has to offer.

Probably the only one who won’t offer to write to them for you. This is something that you have to do yourself, if you really want to be content with the situation. Although if they start harassing you, he’ll 100% call them/answer the phone to tell them to stop fucking calling.

Ever try making Uum Ali? He hasn’t! Let’s try it! He’s gonna go all out with fun activities and sweet self care ideas. Anything to see that smile again.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt imagine #tmnt imagine #TMNT x reader #rottmnt raphael x reader #rottmnt michelangelo x reader #rottmnt Donatello x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt donatello x reader

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destiel, 2k. mafia!Cas/Kingergarten teacher!Dean from an anon prompt for mafia!dean or Cas protecting the other at all costs. I’m not entirely sure what this turned into but it was fun to write so I hope it’s also fun to read :) it references stuff that happens in 12x10, Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets.

“Sir, we have a problem.”

Castiel sighs. His five least favorite words. He glances up, frowning at Inias. “What kind of problem?” He doesn’t add that it had better be important to justify the younger man barging into his office like this, but it’s implied.

Inias takes a deep breath before stepping fully into the room, letting Castiel’s glass office door shut behind him. “The DA’s office is refusing to back down on the Ishim case.”

“And you paid them the standard amount?”

“Yes, sir. But one of the DDAs refused it.”

“Refused it.”

“He’s new. He doesn’t understand our arrangement.”

“Hm.” Castiel closes his laptop and leans back in his chair, considering both the situation and the man in front of him. They hadn’t had a problem with the DA in years—at least, not since Castiel had taken over. Their messes were less messy and they paid more generously for silence. “How much does he need to understand?”

“That’s the problem, sir. I don’t think he will.”

Castiel scoffs. “Anyone in power can be bought off,” he replies, because in all his years he’d never met someone who couldn’t be. Power corrupts, after all.

Inias shifts uneasily, and Castiel can tell he isn’t going to like how this ends.

“We’ve received word that he’s begun investigating independently.”

Castiel groans at this, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“But don’t worry!” Inias continues quickly, hurridly. “We can put our best men on the assignment, have him taken care of by tonight—”

“Wait,” Castiel cuts him off with a sigh. He forces his eyes back open. “I’m not mad,” he says before anything else, because Inias looks like a deer in the headlights and even after all this time his employees still need occasional reminding that he is not his brothers.

When he’d taken over for Michael he’d promised himself—he’d promised everyone—less bloodshed. He swore to defend his family, business, and territory from Crowley and his cronies, but he’d been determined to stop ending innocent lives. For some reason, though, innocents just love getting in the way. He sighs again. “What’s his name?”

“Sam Winchester.”

And, well. That certainly complicates things. He’d known when Sam announced he was going into criminal law that this was a possibility—in some ways, he thinks he should have expected this.

“Sir?” Inias asks, and Castiel realizes he doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at him. “Are you…do you know him?”

Castiel blinks back to reality and glares at him. “Call them off,” he orders, and cuts Inias off when he tries to protest. “Call them all off, Inias. Now.”

“But, sir, what about—”

“I’ll deal with Sam Winchester myself. Nobody else is to touch him.” Then, just for emphasis, “Until I say otherwise, consider him under my protection.”

Inias is still staring at him, baffled, but after a moment he nods, and Castiel is thankful that he’s decided not to argue. “Alright, I—yes. Understood.” He nods again before leaving the office and Castiel sinks deep into his chair, pressing the heels of his hands into both eyes.

His phone buzzes and Castiel watches as a text message lights up the screen, revealing the photo from his wedding he has set as his background. It’s a message from Dean, because of course it is, asking him what he wants for dinner and if he wants wine with it.

Castiel looks around his office, awarded to him based on his surname but paid for in blood, and he’s never hated it more.

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They get half an hour into the low-budget western Dean had insisted in watching before his husband sighs, pauses the movie, and sets his wine glass down on the coffee table. “What’s going on with you?”

Castiel frowns up at him from where he’s lying on the couch, cheek against Dean’s thigh, his own wine glass barely touched. All things considered, Castiel thinks he’s been doing a great job acting like everything is fine. He forgets, sometimes, how easily Dean can read him.

“Work was…long,” he answers, and it isn’t a lie. Then, because Dean is looking at him like he doesn’t believe him, he follows up with “How’s Sam?”

It’s both a deflection and an answer to Dean’s question, but Dean doesn’t know that. Dean thinks he manages a hedge fund. Which he does. Technically. Legally, at least.

Dean knows he’s changing the subject but he doesn’t press it, and his face lights up the way it always does when someone asks about his brother. Castiel loves him for it. Dean starts on about Sam, how he’s doing with Eileen, how they just moved into a bigger house because they want to start a family. Castiel isn’t paying attention, not really, because Dean’s fingers are playing with his hair and he doesn’t really want to think about anything else.

“—I said I’d help him out, though.”

That catches his attention. “What? Why?” he asks, a bit too quickly, because even though he’s missed most of the context he can’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Come on, babe. I never get to use my degree anymore.” He shrugs. “And it sounds fun, you know? Helping my baby brother take down a corrupt criminal justice system. I feel like Serpico.”

“No.” It comes out more forcefully than he had intended and he sits up, turning fully to face Dean. “No, Dean, you need to stay out of it.”

Dean blinks at his husband, and Castiel immediately backtracks. “I mean, um. You don’t—you don’t have any evidence.”

“That’s the point of me helping,” Dean rolls his eyes. “I know I chose teaching five-year-olds over working in cybersecurity, but I still know my way around.”

“You’re going to hack into the DA’s office?”

“It sounds bad when you put it like that.”

“It is bad.” Castiel knows he’s being too insistent, is pushing too hard, but Dean can’t get involved, too. He can’t. “It’s dangerous. You don’t know who else could be involved.”

“I don’t care about that.”

“You should. You just don’t understand—”

“Understand what, Cas?” Dean snaps, and now it’s the fight Castiel didn’t want to have. “What could I possibly not understand that you do? A kid is dead and the DA is trying to cover it up and just maybe I can help figure out why.”

“There are things you don’t—” Castiel is already halfway through his next argument when the second half of Dean’s sentence catches up with him, and he stops. “Did you say a kid?”

Dean scoffs. “You weren’t even listening, right? Great. Yeah, some asshole killed his ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend and her kid and the DA is refusing to press charges. Says there isn’t enough evidence. Sam thinks they were paid off.”

“No,” he says, quietly, because no. The daughter was never supposed to—that’s not what happened. He had been told that’s not what happened.

“What do you mean, no?” There’s less heat in Dean’s words, and Castiel thinks it’s because he himself has completely deflated.

He stares at his husband—the love of his life, the beautiful, generous, selfless man he doesn’t deserve—and realizes he’s never going to be able to talk Dean down from this. If he could, he wouldn’t be Dean.

He thinks about all he’s done to keep this part of his life safely tucked away. He cultivated a reclusive public image to keep Dean safe from being the husband of Castiel Novak, manager of the Novak Group. He expanded their territory to encompass the school Dean works at, something his family still holds against him as a waste of resources, to protect him from being the husband of Castiel Novak, leader of the crime syndacate. He’s hidden his marriage from nearly the entire family, labeling anything to do with Dean as the most privileged of information.

The only reason he’s still doing this at all, really, is Dean. He could have jumped ship when Michael died, when Gabriel left, when Lucifer took the fall and was sentenced to life, but that meant giving everything to Raphael, who promised to hunt both him and Dean down if he left. So he took the reins instead and he’s tried his best to keep his family safe while managing the business—both the above and underground aspects.

And now, despite all that, both Dean and his brother have somehow gotten themselves involved.

Dean is still staring at him, brows furrowed, and he doesn’t move away when Castiel reaches out to take both of his hands into his own. “I’m sorry,” he starts, and Dean looks taken aback but he doesn’t break the eye contact. “I love you. I don’t want you to end up in trouble.”

Something in Dean’s eyes softens. “Hey,” He squeezes Castiel’s hands lightly. “Come on. Have a little faith in me.”

And all Castiel can do, just like any time Dean looks at him like that, is smile back. And nod. And lean forward to kiss him, just once, softly.

“I do, Dean. I always do.”

Dean leans their foreheads together and Castiel can tell he’s still concerned, but he doesn’t want there to be any more yelling tonight, so instead he pulls back to lie down in Dean’s lap again. He hears Dean sigh before picking up the remote with the hand not still intertwined with Castiel’s, and then he restarts the movie, and Castiel tries not to think for the rest of the night.

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The next morning, though, he’s storming into his office, ready to lay into anyone involved with lying to him. He doesn’t get far—Naomi is sitting in his chair. At his desk. For a brief moment, he sees red.

“That’s my chair.”

His aunt regards him, cool as ever. “Is it?” she asks, and she stands, but only to walk around the desk and into his space. “And who gave it to you?” In her heels she’s taller than him but he glares anyway, refusing to be intimidated. He doesn’t respond.

“Why are you protecting Sam Winchester?” she asks after a moment of silence, still standing just as close.

“Why did you lie to me about the incident with Ishim?”

Naomi’s expression doesn’t change, but something close to surprise flickers across her eyes and she backs off to lean against his desk. “I suspect the answer to both of those questions is the same.”

“May Sunder was never supposed to die,” he presses, not backing down, and Naomi looks at him as if he’s being an unruly child.

“Yes, but her mother threatened to go to the police. Come now, Castiel, you’re old enough to understand these things.”

“I never authorized that.”

Naomi stands again. “You think you have to?”

This, of all things, catches him off-guard. “I—yes?”

His aunt steps forward, crowding him again, and he hates himself for taking a step back. “You’re a figurehead, Castiel. You’re in power because you’re Michael’s brother, people like you, and we thought you’d at least be loyal.”

“I am loyal,” he retorts, and she sighs.

“I’m not the only one who’s begun to question your sympathies, Castiel. Who are you loyal to?”

“My family.”

“Does that mean us? Or Dean Winchester?”

Castiel freezes, stunned. “How—”

Naomi cuts him off with a smile. “You think we don’t know? We’ve been letting you play house because it kept you distracted. Now, it seems, it’s making you weak. If you don’t fix this, I’ll have no choice but to cure you of that weakness.”

At last she steps away and turns towards the door. “You have an army here, Castiel. Don’t lose it for one man.”

And then she leaves.

And then, Castiel makes a decision.

In the next few hours, he makes several more—and then he’s driving home with all his family’s secrets copied onto a hard drive, the few items from his office that he actually cares about, and a plan forming on how to take the whole system down.

It’s almost funny, he thinks, the decision Naomi expected him to make—that she’d expected him to choose the family over Dean. That she’d expected him to choose anything over Dean.

She has no idea what’s coming.

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel one-shot #deancas fic #deancas #spn #the destiel starts after the cut!!#mafia!au #teacher!au #background saileen #my words #over 1k words

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