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livebeginning · 5 months

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Here's a quick thing I wrote for the discord where Raphael gets bred. Explicit, 18+ only pls, featuring my male OC Mio from my fic Pretty Little Pet.

Raphael was lying, or more accurately, folded onto the bed. He was on his back, his legs bent towards him with his calves pressed against Mio’s shoulders. His arms were beside his head, tied by their wrists to the collar around his neck.

Mio was looking him in the eyes with a sly smile as he fucked into Raphael with his strap-on, slowly. Too slowly, for Raphael’s tastes.

“Do you know what this position is called, Raphael?” Mio asked, not giving Raphael the chance to answer before continuing, “It’s called the ‘mating press’, because it’s supposedly the best position to get someone pregnant.

“You are aware that I cannot get pregnant, yes?” Raphael asked, sarcastically.

“Not yet, you can’t. But you might have noticed I didn't use my usual dildo but the one that can be filled up. And I filled it with a special solution that can get even someone like you knocked up,” Mio explained, increasing the intensity of his thrusts but not the speed.

“Can you imagine, Raphael? An offspring, the perfect mix of my adorable looks and your irresistible charisma? No one will be able to deny them anything, they’ll conquer the hells in your name and then all the other planes in a heartbeat.

“And you'll look amazing when you're pregnant, your belly round and heavy with our child. They say pregnant people have a glow to them, and with you already looking so handsome, I’m certain you’ll shine.”

The compliments and the idea of reaching his ultimate goal through his child went right to Raphael’s head and he moaned. Mio finally moving his hips faster drew another appreciative groan from his lips.

“I don’t think one kid will be enough. I think I want a dozen, maybe a hundred of little copies of us. As soon as you're done with one I'll bend you over and breed you again and again. You can stay here in bed, without a worry in the world while I take care of you and you make us an army.”

“Yesss,” Raphael moaned in response, his eyes fluttering shut as a shiver ran through him.

Mio bent down, increasing the already uncomfortable stretch on Raphael’s tendons, making him his in both pain and pleasure. Mio gently stroked his face, making Raphael look back up at him.

“You know, they say giving birth is one of the most painful and rewarding things anyone can experience, and considering how much you love pain, I wouldn't be surprised if you become addicted to the feeling and beg me to fuck you right after giving birth just so can experience it again.

“Is that what you want, Raphael? Become my breeding bitch, pop out pretty little babies for me and let me knock you up again and again and again?”

Mio hammered in that last part with especially forceful thrusts, as Raphael cried out, “Yes, yes! Please, please ah- come in me and ah-” He couldn’t finish the sentence, having lost what little coherent thought he had left in his pleasure.

Mio released the orgasm denial spell around Raphael’s cock, the only thing that had prevented him from already coming minutes ago. He quickly touched a rune on his strap-on and the dildo shot it’s contents into Raphael, while he moaned at the sudden feeling of being filled.

Mio wrapped his hand around Raphael’s cock and pumped the length once, twice, before Raphael came with a shout that petered out into a mewl as he shot his cum over both of them.

Mio waited for Raphael to come back down from his orgasm before pulling out of him. But Raphael felt something being pushed back into his hole again immediately.

“Why are you-” he began to ask, but Mio interrupted him.

“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?” Mio told him with a smirk, while taking off the strap-on. “The stuff I filled you up with will make sure you can get pregnant but I still need to put my seed into you to make sure you actually do. The plug is there to prevent anything spilling out while I get ready to breed you properly.”

Mio had started stroking his own cock, slowly getting himself hard.

“And there’s still a chance that your body didn’t properly absorb the solution, in which case we’ll have to do the whole thing all over again, until we can be sure you’re knocked up like a proper breeding bitch,” Mio said with a smile that was a mixture of mischief and fondness.

Raphael moaned at the thought of potentially doing this all night, either until he got pregnant or until Mio grew tired. And considering the stuff they used was entirely fake and did absolutely nothing, he knew which would happen first.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #fanfiction #raphael x oc #raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #hoh discord #plp fic

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grumpygreenwitch · 7 months

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Fanfiction 22-23

The thing is, as much as I have a problem with the vampire situation in the Guild Hunter universe, I can also admit that it fits within the universe, much for the same reasons and points Alyss has made so far. The lil' sunflower's just lucky that he's caught the Cadre at a time when its members are all critically open to the possibility of change and progress. Barring one of them, who really ought to go back to his nap.

Buy me a Ko-fi?

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Alyss was shown to a computer room under the hyperbolic watch of three angels and two vampires, both of whom felt so old to his senses that the hairs on the back of his neck kept lifting up as if he were their prey. He behaved, for the most part. He printed out the lists for every territory, even if he very much doubted some of them wanted the things. He also printed several copies of another personal project and handed them out to one of the vampires, a dark-skinned, dark-haired, strikingly handsome man. "Would you please make sure to get these to Archangel Suyin?" She'd been kind to him and Alyss could only hope that her kindness would extend to others. "And Archangel Raphael too, I guess," he added. For all his ruthlessness the Archangel of North America had been fair, and he'd listened. "Or um, I guess, get them to someone who can?"

The vampire's brows went up. He stared at Alyss levelly, trying to find humor in the dark brown eyes; he saw none, only the young angel's earnest solemnity. The vampire had come to indulge his curiosity and meet Alyss, nothing else, but he hadn't expected the little goldfinch to really not know who he was taking to. "I'll see what I can do," he assured Alyss evenly.

Alyss nodded. Then he hit the manufacturer's reset for the computer.

"Would you like me to set it on fire as well," the same vampire asked, amused, when the angels around them realized what he'd done and lunged forward to try and stop the process.

"No, it's not mine," Alyss told him wanly. "I'm so tired. Do you know which way to my cell, please?"

The vampire pressed his lips tightly shut. It would have been mean to laugh, and there was no guarantee Alyss wouldn't misunderstand the gesture. "I'll take you there," he assured the angel. "Come on."

Alyss followed the vampire dutifully, and they walked in silence for a long moment.

“Do you really believe that? That the vampiric contract is unfair?” “Yes,” Alyss said, walking slowly and hoping he wouldn’t have to answer too many questions. He was very tired and he had a terrible craving for Jean’s cornbread. “Most of all because there’s no room for error, no room for the fact a vampire is a newborn when they sign it.”

“I’d hardly call myself a newborn,” the vampire countered mildly.

“Then why do you count your age from the day you’re Made?” Alyss replied. “I know bloodlust is a terrible thing. I’m not a fighter, I’m not on the frontlines, but no one could miss the horrors that happened when all those vampires rose up. But it’s hard to see detail in a mob. I have. I’ve seen detail. I’ve been to so many places, so many homes. Do you want to know what teaches a vampire to crest that wave? It’s not fear. It’s support. The ones who learn self-control the best are taught, not terrorized.”

“So, what, love?” The vampire scoffed.

“What? No! This isn’t a Beatles song,” Alyss chided him sternly, and the vampire’s amusement rose to new heights. “Support! A support network. Friends. Family. Companions. Knowing that if they slip up they won’t automatically be killed, that someone will be there to catch them before they fall into the abyss. That someone’s there to teach them how to walk on the edge without falling, to begin with. That there’s someone there saying, ‘if you are in danger of falling, here’s my hand, take it, pull yourself up.” Alyss huffed, rubbing wearily at his face. “We teach our babies. They get a hundred years of leeway if not more. You’d think we’d teach the other babies we make, too. Do you think you could get a message to the security forces here at the Refuge?"

All of the vampire’s amusement had vanished at the stark, unexpected truth that the young angel had put before him with such simple words. For a long moment all he could think of was the many times, the many people for whom he’d been that hand, well knowing that he was all that stood between them and the abyss.

For a second all he could think of was the one moment when he had been offered that hand by his best friend, when he’d needed it the most.

He had to bring himself back to reality with an effort, and gave Alyss a sharp, hard look when the young angel’s final words sank in. "Why?"

"There's an angel running around. He's, he was of Charisemnon's Court. I think he ought to be..." Alyss groped for a word that would fit beyond his own incensed feelings. "Watched. He might be guilty of war crimes but that's not something I'd really know for sure."

"Describe him," the vampire growled.

Alyss described Moissani as best he could, and then added, "Oh, I, uh..."

"Go on?"

"I might have punched him," Alyss finished in a rush. "Last night."

"Last night, when, last night? You weren't supposed to have any visitors."

"He snuck into my cell."

"That's a punching offense?"

"No! It was, it was just what he said."

"Uh-huh, and that was?"

"Wait, how do you know I wasn't supposed to have any visitors? I did too have visitors!" But by then they were at the gates to Elijah’s ward, and the vampire handed him over to the guards there, threw him a jaunty little wave, and stalked away.

Alyss’ heart sank when the Cadre reconvened and he heard a faint, familiar voice coming from the chamber as he drew close. "No, oh, no."

He couldn't rush in, his guards wouldn't let him, so instead he stayed back with a sparse crowd of people, none of whom he recognized aside from Jessamy and the Hummingbird. And, of course, Kliman, who faced the Cadre with calm composure as they spoke.

"Have we not wasted enough time in this matter?" Aegaeon was asking. "How many more people are we going to have chattering on today? The boy is guilty, he admits it freely."

"He is only guilty if we agree that the laws he has broken are true and right as they are written," Elijah countered mildly. "It could be said that in claiming a flaw inherent in the vampiric contract and Making, he is defending himself." His tone became almost casual. "It's a pretty good defense, to be fair."

"It is criminal behavior all the same. Unless we want to inspire vampires to run from their contracts? What need for the Guild, then? Let them run wild, slaughter the human population. What do we care?"

"Security found your friend," a familiar voice rumbled behind Alyss, the guards making no effort to shoo the vampire away. The angel turned briefly to look at him, but his attention was fretfully riveted on Kliman, looking so tiny at the center of the chamber. "He’s being watched. He claims you have something of his."

That did get Alyss' attention, and he felt his entire body go tight. "He can present a bloody contract for authentication, then," he replied sharply. He caught sight of the Hummingbird saying something to Jessamy and a severe-looking angel with wings of dark gold edged in black. "And then he can bite my whole ass."

"The whole point being made is that the Guild is as necessary as the efforts Alyss has put forth," Raphael replied in counter to Aegaeon, his tone tight. "Alyss himself made that point. In analyzing the information he has provided, I am forced to agree with him."

Alyss cringed. "Oh, that's going to get him in trouble with his Consort."

The vampire next to him made a low, amused sound. "Those are his Consort's words he's repeating. Which she growled out at him after he told her of your meeting earlier and gave her all those documents you sent him."

Alyss turned to face him, incredulous. "Who are you?"

"I will not decide on something as serious as an angel's execution without giving due consideration to every part of this matter!" Titus exclaimed. "Already the information he has given me shows this behavior isn't just abhorrent, it's widespread, and it's old. Discipline is one thing. This is... a sickness."

"Then perhaps you should have not looked at the data," the Archangel of Central Europe declared.

"Do you persist on ignoring the matter, Aegaeon?" Caliane demanded.

"There is no matter to ignore. Don't presume to tell me how to deal with my affairs."

"No. But a majority vote does." Her voice pitched to carry, the oldest of the Ancients declared impassively, "I would hear the evidence Kliman offers on behalf of Alyss."

"So would I," Alexander looked deeply thoughtful, and deeply troubled. The other votes came almost simultaneously.

Alyss saw Lilah move forward with a podium and a laptop. Kliman waited for the vampire to finish whatever she was doing and offer a nod, and thanked her before turning to the Council. "You have heard Alyss' words," she began. "And that is more than I ever thought could be achieved when I was doing the work he does. Yes, the knowledge you can't read from his mind you can probably pluck from mine. I'm older, but I'm no Archangel. And I don't think in numbers." She smiled fleetingly. "But I know some of you are beginning to see how deep this rot has spread while the rest of us sat in comfort, hoping that the rest of our brethren were, if not good, at least decent." She glanced at Aegaeon, then at Raphael. "Old age does not oblige any of us to be good. I think we very recently learned that lesson quite well."

"Get on with it," Aegaeon gritted out.

"I want you to hear from those Alyss helped."

"No -!" Alyss tried to surge forward, but the vampire had caught him even before his angelic guards could, his grip implacable and unbreakable. "No, she can't! Kliman!"

The older angel turned to hear her name called. She didn't look surprised to see Alyss struggling to get to her. "All of them agreed," she declared to the assembly, leaving Alyss so surprised he stopped struggling. "Every last one of them. Being caught is not nearly as important to them as making sure what happened to them never happens to anyone else."

"Oh, but -" Alyss fretted with a low, inarticulate sound.

"I'm sure some part of you is occasionally worried about your own continued existence, Alyss, not just everyone else's," the vampire told him, astonished and amused in equal parts.

Alyss strained in his grip. The vampire might as well be made of steel.

"You want to let go of my bird," a low, low growl suddenly came from a man who'd just stepped past one of the guards with absurd, inhuman grace. He wasn't armed, he couldn't be, not so deep in the Refuge, but he radiated menace like a small sun.

Alyss' breath stuttered out of him; the world, so grim and frightening until a moment ago, when it seemed like he had no more agency than a lamb among wolves, burst into colors and life. "Jean!"

The vampire holding onto the young angel turned very slowly to look at the new arrival. "I don't think we've -"

"I know who you are. I don't give a fuck. You can kill me easy, we both know that. But it won't be clean, and it won't be quiet." Jean smiled ferally. "Because I'll make sure of it. Let go of my bird."

"And you are?"

"His Second."

"Then you can keep him from interrupting, can't you?"

Jean held the other vampire's eyes for a long moment before he sighed, something very like his familiar exasperation showing in his lean features. He dropped his head and rubbed at his forehead before looking up and facing the angel. "Alyss."

"She's going to reveal them!" Alyss protested feebly, caught between his joy at seeing Jean and knowing, by that tone, that the vampires were in agreement. "To the Cadre!"

"They know." Jean slipped in front of him. The guards, at a nod from the other vampire, had fallen back. "Bird, come here." He touched lightly Alyss' face and whispered, "I'm sorry. There's not enough words to tell you how sorry I am. I just want you to stay put. Just that and I'll take whatever comes after, alright?"

Alyss twittered in wordless, defeated protest.

"He'll behave," Jean told the other vampire, who let go of Alyss.

As soon as he was free, the angel crashed into his vampire, holding him as tight as he could. Jean, caught unprepared, staggered briefly back before he could wrap his arms around the angel. "My bird. My sunflower."

"Why are you here, why did you come? You were supposed to stay safe in Boston!" Alyss protested, even as he kissed the taller man.

"I've never been safe a day in my life, Alyss. I don't need to be safe, I need you." He pulled away to look at that delicate face, the dark hollows beneath the sweet brown eyes. Every time he caught a glimpse of what had been done to his angel's wings he felt a cold, black fury come up inside him and try to choke him. "I didn't mean a single word I said back at the lodge. I let my nightmares run away with my mouth. I'm sorry."

"No, but you don't understand, Moissani's here. He knows I know of you, he knows. I, he made me angry and I punched him, but even when I thought I wasn't saying anything he still figured things out and I -"

"Wait, you what?" For a moment, the mere mention of that name had made the whole world shrink to nothing, turn into a devouring, laughing void. It lasted about as long as it took for the rest of Alyss' words to sink in, shattering the darkness so thoroughly Jean wasn't sure it'd be able to put itself back together again. "You punched him?"

"Um."

"Ah," the other vampire said conversationally. "You must be the one who inspired that whole ‘bite my whole ass’ thing."

Jean looked between the two of them. "Alyss doesn't swear."

"Um."

"The angel I met sure does. Now shush, we're beginning to get looks."

Beyond mortified, Alyss would have hidden under his wings and attempted to disappear if he could. Unable to do so, instead he buried his face against Jean's chest. The scent of his vampire, so familiar, so dear, finally drowned out the nearly overpowering scent of ancient predator from the other vampire. Jean's arms came around him once again, holding him close.

They listened, the Cadre and the people gathered with them, as vampire after vampire came online, unafraid, determined. As each of them described horrors beyond number. Many of them had prepared themselves for a hard life; they expected nothing less than the most rigid discipline. "You take a dragon into your veins," one of them said, "you expect learning to ride it will be hard and bloody. Seventy five years didn't teach me shit about my dragon." He looked haunted in the tiny screen. "They taught me only that nothing I ever did, that no matter how I obeyed, my only reward would be torture."

"I was never going to be free," the Finnish woman spoke in heavily accented English, her voice terribly devoid of emotion. "Every effort Kolia put forth was meant to break me. If my body was busy healing, he would abuse my mind. If both were unfit, I was cuffed to the floor until one healed enough to serve. There was no end. His harem, they are all like that. It is less trouble and better profits."

"I know hard work. I knew I was in for a fight." The young man spoke angry Spanish, translated by an angel with pale cream wings splotched with tan and gold. "But I thought I had at least a chance. If nothing I can do is good enough, then tell me! Teach me! Don't just starve me and lock me up in a barrel for your buddies to play soccer with!"

And so it went, until suddenly the build-up of archangelic anger and energy caused the computer to spit out sparks and black out with a sad little sound.

"These people could be anyone. Paid to say such things." Zanaya looked furious, but her words were a transparent attempt at seeing two sides of the issue when in truth she’d been leaning already towards one. The words of the Finnish vampire had touched something in her that was whispering and would not be silenced.

"Then allow me to present to you one of those vampires, here, in the flesh."

"Here, take him," Jean said quietly.

Alyss was slipped from one vampire's arms into another's grip before he knew what had happened. "Wait, what?" By the time he realized what was going on, Jean was next to Kliman. "No!"

"Do you want to tell him what he can and can't do with his life?" the other vampire asked quietly as he held onto the struggling angel, his voice full of dark, unspoken intensity. "You can." The words surprised the angel into holding still and actually listening. "I'm almost sure he'd do what you asked. But he might never get another chance to face his demons. Give him this. He needs it."

"But Moissani's here somewhere!" Alyss twisted frantically against that unbreakable grip.

"And if what you've said is true, he's not gonna touch your vampire, Alyss. I promise. Not ever again."

Kliman had stepped back to give Jean the Cadre's full attention. The vampire stood there, staring at the floor, breathing a little ragged. "Well, you've heard all that and you're not impressed. Can't say I'm surprised, but in my world most angels never cared anyway." With a sudden burst of movement he yanked off his jacket and the long-sleeved shirt he wore, and threw them aside. "Last time someone saw me without a shirt on was a year ago, give or take, a pure accident. No one sees me. No one touches me. I can't stand it. It feels like the goddamn scalpel all over again." The grid of scars gleamed whitely in the lights of the chamber. Around his neck there was a plain cord. He grabbed it and twisted to his back the blood-dipped, amber-colored feather, then spread his arms and turned slowly, letting them all see the extent of the scarring.

Alyss went limp in the vampire's grip at the sight of the feather.

"Who did this?" Suyin asked, one of her hands gone to a tight fist. "Who is your Maker, who holds your contract?"

"There was no contract. I was a ditch-digger in the French Territories four hundred years ago. I had three things going for me: I looked good, I knew how to fight, and three separate outbreaks of god-knows-what had failed to kill me. That was enough to perk up the feelers of a little plague doctor living in Africa under Charisemnon's aegis." He paused as the Council's attention sharpened. "God, he made it sound good, you know? I drank something on this side of the pond and woke up in his stronghold, already Made. Clean clothes, clean food, all the learning I never thought I'd have. Training, supposedly to become part of his guard. He made it sound like Christmas had come early and I just hadn't noticed. He could've given me a contract and I wouldn't have been able to read it, let alone sign it."

Jean spat out the poison of his tale, the things he'd never been able to tell anyone, not even Alyss. The centuries spent being carved into a grid, so much so that even vampiric healing couldn't rid him of the scars. Of disease and poison being cultivated on every inch of him, studied, dissected, tested, tempered. Of attempting escape twice, and failing. Of escaping a third time only because he'd had help. "It was easy for him," he explained when Raphael asked. "Just break a coupla necks, say it was me. With the price he offered, Hunters tripped over themselves to bring me back."

By the time he was done talking he was so exhausted his brogue had begun to take over his voice. "Far as I know, I'm the only one in the pipeline," he admitted. "The only one without a contract what's got away. Y'all want to believe your people are... fair." The vampire smiled humorlessly. "No. You want to believe vampires are treated right, hard, but right. Hell, no. Do I think you're goin' to fix this? A year ago, I woulda said no. But I've met a few angels since that honestly seem to give a damn. One, a fluke, two, an exception. Three?" He glanced at Alyss. "Yeah, three sold me on it. But I'll be honest. I'm expecting y'all to prove me wrong."

"I hold Charisemnon's territory now, vampire," Zanaya said quietly. "It is my duty to right his wrongs. So take this with you. I can do nothing for the horrors you faced or the injustice you've survived, but this much I can do: let the Cadre bear witness, four hundred years is enough. If there had been one, consider your contract fulfilled. You are free."

#alyss and jean #vampire #angel #fantasy #fanfiction #my writing #nalini singh #guild hunter #male on male #modern fantasy #urban fantasy

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meonlyred · 9 months

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3, 9, 39 for bg3 ocs of choice or all 3!

BG3 Act 1 asks

3. Has your Character been using their illithid powers? Okay so for Weald... Look. Maybe!! Sometimes. Don't worry about it!! Here's the thing, that easy Persuasion against cultists is just too good to pass up! Its okay if she is using that power back against them, right? Just no more tadpole eye drops, promise.

9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's? Lark's favorite is probably Arabella but that does get more into Act 2 & 3 stuff. All I'll say is that it had a lot to do with seeing a kindred soul and a protective instinct to make sure this one turned out alright.

My personal favorite is Dammon. There is no contest. In the EA I thought he was handsome and I was floored by the much bigger role they gave him for the full release. I'm more than a bit smitten for the sweet, brilliant smith who just wants to help. Of all the NPCs I can't romance, his is at the top of the list. I don't care if its Tav or Karlach. Someone please smooch Dammon. "Forge from the heart" anything you say sweetie 🥰🥰🥰

39. What does your Character think of Raphael? Psalm is a Bard, so naturally when he rolls up reciting a rhyme she of course perked her ears up. She does think he is full of himself and it looking forward to challenging him. Probably rhyme for rhyme. Devil Went Down to Georgia style. Besides that she thinks he is a bit of an ass and to his face acts like she isn't taking his threat seriously.

#Ask Meme #Lark of the Cold Wood #ch: Weald #ch: Psalm

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87 Rasey - Fatal Blow Meme

"RAPHAEL!"

Casey was always loud, but he had never screamed like that before. His Hockey hit the floor, weapon dropped, as he grabbed the Turtle. His eyes were frantic, a strong hand pressing to the wounds they had. There was blood, and Raph felt cold. A million thoughts went through Casey's head, more than he had ever had in his life.

Reaching a hand up, he snatched off his Hockey Mask. Maybe showing Raph their face would calm them, maybe help. Casey didn't know what to do; all he knew how to do was break shit. This...this was completely out of his whelm.

"Raphael," He tried to sound stern, "I know you like joking but now is not the time..." Not that this was a joke, "Raph..."

He shook his head, heart slamming into his ribs. He lifted Raph from the floor, held them close,

"I'll get you home, you'll be fine - I won't let a single thing happen," Casey promised, "And when you're better, you can call me 'babygirl' all you want, I'll never wear my mask around you again, I'll laugh at all your jokes..."

He wasn't giving up, he never would. That wasn't Casey's way.

"Just keep your eyes open, keep talking; don't stop with your jokes...jus' don't fuckin' stop talking, please..."

Because Casey knew, deep down, he was about to lose the small bit of happiness in his life; he was about to lose the one thing that he truly loved, and made him laugh. And when Raph did pass...Casey silently swore to never laugh again.

| My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

Raphael wasn't fully in the mood for the mission Leonardo pulled them all in to doing but h was very invested in the presence of his boyfriend being part of the mission. Casey may be a nut case a lose cop type of ally even but can’t deny the benefit of having the strong guy around either. Sometimes sticking him on others like an attack dog. And well Casey tend to work decently well with someone to keep him on track like Raphael. It made them a good team because of that. But all Raph was early getting out of all this was that he got to spend extra time with his boyfriend. Who he was slightly messing around with now. Sitting up on some stacked boxes as they were all meant to be on stand by. Meant to flank the side the moment the enemy came running out. Using Casey as the heavy hitter he was as a surprise attack to throw them off. Raphael was instead messing around trying to lift off Casey’s mask from their face. From the lack of effort it’s clear he is only playing around with Casey with the act.

“Aww come on Baby girl let me see those stunning eyes” flattery in the hopes it gets Casey to agree. But Casey of course was being stubborn, doubling down on the use of ‘baby girl’ even just then. “But Casey I may die on this mission, I want the last thing I see to be you’re handsome face so I can engrave it into my heart in my final moments.” Raphael says hands moving about and laying to his plastron as if to fully sell his wants to Casey, but he simply told no and reminded not to use that nickname out loud. Raphael still in good sprites just shrugs his shoulders before throwing a hand to his of head. “Oh cruel cruel world, giving me such a handsome man and make him deny me the slightest peek. Or hint of affection”

Of course Raphael was simply clowning around as he did but the way Casey made his mask seem to mirror the expression under it was just always to funny to pass up on. Keeping Casey still wasn't the easiest task especially because Casey knew there were bad guys just around the corner. Which is why Raph was teamed up with Casey. Being able to least manage Casey a bit. Despite the lack of care spoken Raphael was being serious and following through his part of the plan. It just was also a fun excuse to mess with Casey. But the reasoning was solid. It prevented Casey from growing impatient and running in blindly because he can't chance the bad guys getting away with any crime committing after all. As much as Raph wanted to just enjoy messing around with his boyfriend however he heard a sound from behind himself.

Like pebbles being kicked around, looking back from where he and Casey had stationed themself. A bit taken because they weren't told anything about them having these goons on the run yet over the turtle communicator? He had even checked for any missed calls. Voices grew louder and he just about made out a bit, they got wind of the others before they showed up and were trying to split before the rest could get them. Meaning they had the weapons they were meant to be stopping them from getting. Weapons they were holding in their hands, ready to use on the very first person they came across that was in their way. Someone who went ape on mechanical machines alone. And was clearly blocking the way out.

"Casey get down!" Raphael suddenly yelled jumping off from the pile of boxes he been sitting up on. Using more the force of the action to suddenly throw Casey off balance to tip them over. He didn't have enough time to twist around so the shot fired would hit the back of his shell. But hey shell was shell right? Right? It was why he threw himself over at Casey. Thinking his shell could take the hit, not realizing anything at first when the force of what he assumes to be some sort of laser smacks against him. The force was so hard for a moment Raphael felt as if someone slammed their fist into him instead. Sending him flying back, as if he just been throw. Not even when Casey tossed him was it that forceful, his shell smacked hard against the dense and heavy cement of the warehouse building. Forcing the air from Raph's lungs to suddenly rush out as if it had no where else to go.

Hardly feeling himself fall to the ground under him, everything was just so off. His eye's just unable to focus at the time, his body felt like it was in a dull numbing pain, trying his best to open his eyes he could just about make out the lousy crooks they got the lucky shot in. Before eyeing one of his sai out in front of him his arm was to weak to lift up. Struggling to try he swear it's like his arm just forgot how to move. Trying to focus on it as he manged to get his arm to reach out just nearly brushing the handle of his sai with the tips of his finger tips before it fell heavy on the ground. Pain slowly seemed to finally be reaching with the rest of him. But he could see them coming and worse they were going towards Casey. "Fuck come on no pain no gain." He powered through the sting against his shell, as he reached out and grabbed his sai. Hand shook as it had a hard time gripping the handle, but he did it. A death grip around the tsuka, he pushed up with his elbow despite how much fucking pain he was in and focused on Casey.

"Childs play Raphael." He says to encourage himself before he puts his all into the single throw. His throw was a tad off but the hit on the guys hand still got him to drop his own gun and recoil from the pain. Raphael smiled as he was ready to reach for the second sai still on his belt. Only for the second man to come over towards Raph, the end of the same gun aimed down at him as they kick Raph in his side to force him on to his back. Raph winced in pain he must have crack his shell when he slammed in to the wall earlier. This was bad, he feared and all he saw was a flash. It burned, it burned so bad the heat was like that of the volcano, like a knife sliced through him.

"RAPHAEL!"

"C-casey?" Raphael struggled to speak, unsure what just happened he just knows that guys wasn't standing over him anymore. It suddenly hit him, he been hit again. Flinching from the pain. He worked his gaze down to his plastron, but all he saw was red covering the palm of his hand and he just knew that well that couldn't be a good thing. Everything oh everything hurt mostly his shell. It was like it was burning on fire. He still looked though eyes widen at the clear sight of a gun shot. A massive hole as if craved out from him, his heart started to race. W-why wasn't he in immeasurable pain from that? Adrenaline? a voice that sound so much like Donatello's answered for him. He squeezed his eyes shut a moment trying to let the pain subside. But it wouldn't. When he opens his eyes again he see's Casey staring down at him, normally the sight of their face sans mask was a delighted sight for him. Since they insisted on wearing it all the time. He knew why now of course, but didn't mean he didn't like it still. Not this time though, because he could so clearly see the pain over Casey's eyes, one brown and one blue. Fear looked so weird on Casey's face.

"Raphael," He tried to sound stern, "I know you like joking but now is not the time..."

"I never did have good timing uh?" Raphael still attempted to crack a joke even in the face of this. This seemed so poor in taste just when he had joked about him dying. "Me and my big mouth right?" he couldn't bring himself to keep his head up anymore as another wave of pain seemed to come across him. If you ever wondered how it felt to have a hole shot through your shell it aint a pleasant feeling that's for sure.

"Raph..."

He could feel himself get lifted up off the ground, gritting his teeth the movement hurt so much but, he didn't want Casey to know that. Raphael wanted to be close to Casey, that nice secure warmth of their embrace he had come to know better than even smell of pizza freshly open of the oven. He hardly could feel the pressure on his plastron but maybe he was too busy soaking in Casey instead. His breathing is getting shallow. He kind of hopes he goes before his brain notices the pain.

"I'll get you home, you'll be fine - I won't let a single thing happen,"

Raphael, felt like he should be the one in denial between them more than Casey seemed to be. He had a hole through his shell! Not to mention how busted up the back of it was too, a turtles shell was good for protection but not something to mess around with when it came to being hurt. Despite how much Raph wanted to scream out in the pain he could feel the more aware he was getting of his situation? He tried so hard not to let it show, outside flinches here and there as pain just blossomed out across his whole being.

"And when you're better, you can call me 'babygirl' all you want, I'll never wear my mask around you again, I'll laugh at all your jokes..."

"heh I should get shot more often then uh baby girl?" Raphael still cracked another joke, maybe he was just as foolish as Casey in this moment though, to think he somehow make it out of this alive. Or maybe they were both just dumb enough to believe he could somehow survive this.

"Just keep your eyes open, keep talking; don't stop with your jokes...jus' don't fuckin' stop talking, please..."

He was trying he really was, with all he had he was trying so hard to grip onto that small little thread he could just about see in his line of vision. He needed to hold on he just had to do it. But it was hard he really wanted to for Casey he would do anything for Casey. If he could fight off death he would, looking up at them though he sure his stare says it all to them he isn't making it home. He won't be getting to indulge on those promises either. "you're looks really are to die for baby girl." He offers through a clearly pained laugh, moving to let his face bury in against Casey's chest. He was losing to much blood even shock wasn't going to be enough. He really wanted to try and keep his eyes open and tell Casey jokes. Because if he could, "ya know I ain't the most brave one of my brothers, heck I don't always get why we gotta get involved sometimes..I still do it though. Maybe i'm just as bad as them or worse? But I always find a way to crack a joke no matter what...cause If i can laugh then things won't be so bad right?"

He say's hoping it'll mean something to Casey, how could Raph know though that Casey wouldn't be able to share in that same thought. "But..my eyes wanna close and I'm running outta jokes, heh I know me of all turtles?" he just lets the sound of Casey's heart beat against his ear for the moment. It seemed like a good parting for the turtle at least in that moment getting to listen to a sound he grew to love. A sound he felt lucky to know. "heh guess i'm really dying..haven't made ya laugh once." He chuckles sourly letting his eyes squeeze shut. The only other sound he craved for right now. That laugh that had him fall head over heels for the lunatic Casey Jones. But Raphael got to know him as more than that totally crazy guy with a baseball bat. He couldn't tell Casey to laugh...that was impossible. And the only reason he himself could? Was pure disillusion everything would be fine.

#muse| hamato raphael #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ if you jumped off a bridge its only cause i did first -aflockoffeathers]#[87 verse]#meme answer #meme reply #ic reply #tw: death mentioned #((yes casey making promises on taking his mask off and allowing baby girl was meant to hit harder since raph was doing both before his deat #;3; and yes he had to go out with on last bad joke just cause of casey silent promise))

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wh0reforoldmen · 2 years

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Angel in blue jeans

Paring: Gabriel X Fem!reader

Warnings: angst, murder, chuck, fluff

Word count: 1,239

Plot: Gabriel knew you from millenniums ago, he hasn't seen you since God killed you.

Season plot: season five episode eight: changing channels.

Inspired by Angel in blue Jeans by Train

"What a beautiful sunrise" Gabriel mumbled under his breath, a giggle appearing behind him. "thought I'll find you here" The soft voice of his angel behind him, coming to sit next to him.

"You and God got into an argument again?" You ask, taking a seat next to him and looking out into the golden pink sunset.

The clouds fogged up the sun while the sun shone through them, the pink and golden sky fading into a beautiful dark navy blue while the faint bright light stars filled the void. The moon not appearing yet.

"Yeah, about you." He started, not looking at you as he explained "He called you...terrible names, I couldn't sit there and let him so I yelled at him. Called him a 'poor excuse for a father' and came here"

You wrapped an arm around your lover and comforted him silently, rubbing his back as his head rested on your shoulder "He told me I should stop the relationship, but I can't... I love you and nothing can change that." Your eyes filled with tears as he spoke, this is what love feels like. Someone to care for you. "I love you too Gabe.' you responded.

"Sugar?" Gabriel called, walking into his lovers bedroom. He heard the rumours, they were rumors after all. But everyone was talking about it. There you were, blood still poring out your neck and there God was...his own father and his brother, Michael.

"What have you done?" He screamed at the two, running towards the corpse, quickly healing the wound and waiting for your eyes to open. Your beautiful coloured eyes, they shine bright in the light and light up with pure joy when you see him.

"Hey, cupcake...wake up" he spoke softly, gently tapping your face waiting to see those eyes.

Nothing

Tears flooded his eyes, his hands curling into a ball of rage. You were gone. It was his fault, he should've been there way before his family got here. "Gabriel..." Castiel, the raspy voice surprised him "you know the rules about Nephilim's, they are dangerous."

"Nephilim? She was... She was." He stuttered, tears flowing out of his eyes. His hazel eyes were waterfalls as the droplets fell off his face onto his lovers cold,pale, and beautiful face. "So, you didn't just kill my future wife, but my child?"

He knew what had happened to you a few months later, the Nephilim was born and he killed you but it died, apparently from "complications" of course that wasn't the case. You had gone to the empty, the lonely boring place where you go insane for the rest of the world. Gabriel had gotten more worse over the years, his brother Lucifer disobeyed and was now a fallen angel, him and Castiel have gotten closer over the years, him Michael and Raphael have gotten into more arguments, mainly about his love for you. All because you were human and they didn't like it, they killed you and look where you were! Left and forgotten by the world, not by him. Never, how could he forget the love of his life. But, even for what they have done- he still loved them. They were his family and he loved them. The one who he could talk to without judge or interruption, the one who made him feel like he wasn't different from everybody else.

Now here he was, having Sam and Dean Winchester, the handsome and oldy charming, pain in the ass, brothers trying to get out of his own personal TV land. It was amusing to him, playing tricks on his brothers vessels to make them say yes. He wonders if he's doing the right decision, what would you say? This was possibly the only way to get you back from that morbid place. He hated the idea but if it was a way to see you again, he will do what ever it takes.

"Alright you son of a bitch!" His head turned around faster than he could comprehend "uncle"

Gabriel instantly showed up, and there he was. Dean Winchester! He raised his arms up and yelled one last line "We'll do it!"

His arms flung back down and Sam, who was in that damn car said "should I honk"

"showtime" he mumbled and walked towards the boys and towards the slick black impala "wow, Sam! Get a load of the rims on you." He said, striding over.

Sam didn't seem too impressed with the comment, as he followed the tricksters line with "Eat me." A whistle left his mouth and stood Infront of Dean "Okay,boys, ready to go quietly?"

After a while of talking and Sam finally having opposable thumbs, Gabriel walked right into the Winchesters trap. He's screwed.

The Winchesters were finally free from his TV land and was in an abandoned storage place, everything falling apart, molding and it was just gross. Gabriel congratulated them from working it out and finally told them his true identity. The archangel Gabriel. The idiots didn't even know why they were chosen to be vessels, to Gabriel they were really dumb to not put the dots together.

He brought Castiel back, a broken nose and a bit of blood on his trench coat "Hello Gabriel" he said, his voice still the same gruff voice he had years ago "hey bro" he said and saw someone or something behind Castiel. "Brought you a present" he said and moved out the way. Gabriel's eyes go wide, those eyes he will never forget. "Gabriel?" You spoke, your voice shaley from shock of seeing him. His brown hair was still the same length as it was, his eyes still a beautiful hazel, only his clothing has changed. You were the same, you were wearing a black shirt and Blue jeans. "Oh Angel" he mumbled, water spitting everywhere, dying down the fire and getting rid of the holy oil.

Gabriel didn't notice the others gone since all his attention was on you, his angel.

You had tears spilling out from your eyes, walking towards him and Infront of him. He was still the same handsome man you fell in love with, your hand was placed on his cheek as your thumb caressed his face. His stubble tickling you a slight bit "Angel..." He mumbled, leaning his forehead on yours, his hands slithering around your waist to pull you closer. The touch you both have been deprived of for hundreds of years. His lips attached to yours, a soft passionate kiss he's been yearning for. Hesitation wasn't a thing to you, immediately you kissed back. The taste of sweet candy filled your taste buds, a smile cracked on your face as you pulled away. Tears still flowing down your faces as the reunion continued. "I missed you so much Gabe. I don't know what happened." You began. He didn't want to hear anything right now, he placed a finger onto your lips "lets save that for later" he spoke, his soft voice droighting the water splashing onto the floor, covering you both. It felt relaxing, the water hitting your body and the touch of your lover. "Promise me something angel" Gabriel started "promise never to leave me, please." You looked at him dead in the eye and shook your head "I will never ever, leave you Gabriel. I am your angel in blue jeans after all"

#supernatural #gabriel x reader #angst #fluff #Spotify

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Prompt: long distance call?

This was actually weirdly hard for me because I really hate talking on the phone xD The moment I have to grab a phone I lose any conversation skills (which aren't many) I had. I need to see the person or I lapse into even more awkward silence. Apparently that extends to writing about the phone too, lol.

Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing is Bon/Rin because I can, lol.

— — — — —

You have four new messages and twelve saved messages.

New message:

"Ryuuji! How are you doing, son? Sorry I couldn't call earlier. We got the last of the melons harvested, and your mother wanted you to know when you're coming to dinner. She doesn't care that you're in Italy and—"

"He's got the key! What's the point of those things if he doesn't use them to visit?"

"—and we miss you. Stay safe, son, and don't over work yourself!"

Message saved.

New message:

"Hi Bon!"

"Hi Bon--"

"Shima, give me back the phone!"

*Crash*

"Ow! Koneko, that hurt!"

"Then listen. Bon, we got the papers from the Egyptian branch. We've got Shishamo working on a translation, but—"

"Why didn't you tell us they were cursed, man?!"

"Stop talking! Yeah, uh, they've got some kind of seal on them that no one recognizes. We had to bring in some people from the Vatican--"

"If you see Raphael, tell him to put our stuff on priority—"

"Shima! We'll try and keep you updated about it."

"Talk to ya later, Bon!"

"Stay safe!"

Message saved.

New message.

"Ryuuji! Whatever Redarm tells you, it isn't true. Also, I'm going to need you to send that report to Yang and Liu. I won't be in tomorrow, and if anyone asks... Well, get creative. I didn't do what they say I did. Brooks has no proof. And, uh, maybe let them know I was with you yesterday."

*Laugh*

"On the other hand, I did get that book, so you can finish the research. I'll drop it off tonight. Don't work too late."

Message deleted.

New message:

"Ryuuji! Guess what guess what guess what! I got the gig! I'm going to be in Italy next month! I'm gonna text you the flight info and hotel shit, and if you're not waiting in my room I'm gonna be mad. Don't make me hunt you down. Or—"

*giggle*

"—do. It might be fun. Hmm... anyway. I'm gonna go to sleep. Call me back when you can? I wanna hear you. This voicemail thing sucks. I miss you, babe. "

Message saved.

— — — — —

Bon got up with a stretch and rolled his neck to loosen his muscles. He climbed out of the bed, pulled on his running sweat pants, went to the bathroom to take care of the rest of his morning routine, and pulled out his phone as he blended himself a protein shake.

The phone rang twice before Rin picked it up. "Morning, babe!"

"Hey," Bon pulled the shake off the blender and went to grab his running shoes. "how's lunch?"

"Fantastic 'cause I made it."

"Yeah?" Slipping the shoes on, he put one hand against the wall for balance and pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder to hold it in place. "Describe it for me. I miss your cooking."

Rin laughed and the distance between them felt bigger for a moment. He hadn't seen Rin laugh in ages. They should just video call for this bit. Then he could see Rin's handsome face. Though... though that might just make the ache of longing worse. Not that he imagined it could get worse.

"You know," Rin managed around his laughs, "other couple talk about what they are or aren't wearing."

"I know what you're wearing, Rin, and most couples don't have a cook like you. Your food shouldn't be legal."

"You're just sayin' that." Rin sounded bashful now, and Bon could feel his lips lifting in a smile as he left his apartment and headed towards the trail he ran every moment.

"Nope, I'm really not. Now come one, tell me what fantastic thing you made."

"You're gonna get upset."

Bon pulled out his most indignant voice. "You didn't."

"I couldn't help it! I really missed ya since we didn't get to talk yesterday, and every time I smell it I think of you and I just kinda made it when I wasn't paying attention?"

"How dare you. I'm over here drinking a shitty shake and you're eating curry."

"A protein shake?" Rin immediately sounded unhappy. "You're gonna have something else after your run, right?"

There were a few other runners jogging down the path, but it was nearly empty this morning.

"Yes, Rin." He picked up speed, slowing his response a little as he tried to keep his breathing even. "Same as every day."

"Sweet potatoes?"

"Probably. Still got some of the ones you sent me. Tell me about the curry."

"You shoulda eaten those already. Have you been skipping meals?"

"Thought I was supposed to be the mother hen."

"Ryuuji!" Bon almost tripped at the unexpected shout and had resist the urge to cringe and shrink in on himself. He was going to be in trouble now. "You promised!"

"It's just a few lunches, babe. Just when I got a dead--"

"I'm gonna kill Lewin."

Guilt welled up in his stomach. There was worry in those words. Worry and anger, and it was such a stupid thing, but he knew how much Rin worried about eating habits. Especially after all the shit that happened with Yukio in school.

"It's not like that, promise. I'm getting better, and Lightning's pretty good about pulling me away to eat."

"I'm going to make you enough curry for a year when I get up there."

"I don't have that big of a fridge."

"I'll get you another one."

"I'd like to do more than just watch you cook."

Rin's voice immediately dropped into a way over exaggerated sultry whisper. "Yeah?"

Bon grinned and slowed down.

— — — — —

When his phone rang at seven pm, he was immediately worried. He picked it up before the second dial, pulling the pan off the stove and bringing the phone to his ear with a worried "Rin?"

"I wasn't sure if you'd be up," Rin whispered in the quiet way that made him sound scared. "Can't remember what time it is over there."

"It's seven. Not late at all." It was three in Japan. "Why are you up?"

Rin went quiet for a few minutes, his breathing loud but labored like he'd been gasping a moment ago. "Babe?"

"I slept like shit," he finally muttered. "Uh, some... you know. Dark shit."

Bon turned the stove off. The omusoba could wait. "Yeah? Wanna talk about it?"

Rin sighed and Bon could imagine him pulling a blanket around himself. "Kinda? But not really? I just... it's so damn quiet here."

Bon's heart ached. Rin had never lived by himself before this stupid assignment. It was either Yukio or him, and then Bon had got transferred over here for six months and Rin had been handling the new live alone status like a boss, but it still had to be hard.

"You'll be over here in a few more days, right?" He tried to make his voice reassuring but it was hard to make his voice suffice when all he really wanted was to wrap Rin up in a tight hug.

"I miss you," Rin admitted, "and I know it won't be forever, but I just... I started thinking about if you didn't come back and--"

"I am. I'm coming back in two months. I'm coming back and I won't leave again with out you. Not for this long."

When Rin spoke again he sounded a little happier. "Yeah? Promise?"

Bon didn't hesitate for a second. "Promise. Cross my heart." He leaned against the counter and wished he was closer. "I'm gonna finish setting up that office, and you're gonna make us dinner, I'll do the dishes, you'll make me eat lunch and I'll make sure the laundry is actually folded."

"I'm gonna cuddle you all night."

"You better."

Rin huffed out a breath. "You're still not gonna get me up for your run."

"As long as you're there when I get back, that's okay."

They lapsed into silence for a moment while Bon went to grab the rest of the ingredients for his dinner.

"Can you do the thing for me?"

Bon shut his fridge and wished there was a way to hug through his phone. "Sure thing, babe. Anything in particular you want to hear?"

"Day by day."

Bon closed his eyes and wished Japan wasn't so far away. "Day by day," he murmured, "we magnify thee." He recited the ancient hymn quietly until Rin's snores filtered through the phone.

He left his phone going, listening to the familiar sound until the battery died.

Two more months, and he'd be there to hold Rin after the nightmares. He could hardly wait.

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #ryuji suguro #my tumblr fics #rin okumura #bon x rin #bon suguro #bonxrin #bon/rin #ryuuji suguro #aoex

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mythicalninjas · 3 years

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A Hard Choice To Make - Part 1

"Go talk to him. It's the only way to wash your emotions away." April, the reporter of Channel 6, advise you.

"No!" Your eyes went wide "No, I won't!"

"Then do you want to live with it stuck into you for the rest of your life?"

You lower your head, not knowing what kind of response you should give besides this not-desired possibility. April is right.

Since you met the brothers—three years ago—you have created a strong family bond with all of them, specially with the fearless leader in blue who your heart shines for. You knew that something within you is brougth to life every time Leonardo is around, and it is kind of torture because you literally fell in love with this terrapin.

But there's a doubt haunting you: Is Leo with the same feelings about you? The objection behind it is almost invalid in your point of view. He is the leader of his group, known as being the only one who tries to keep his brothers in line, making decisions for each time they are out for patrol, dealing with the most heavy and difficult choices and moments throughout their adventures. And you... You are just a human as you always say.

You sigh, turning your eyes back at April "Ya know, I have no idea if he feels the same about me. I'm afraid of how he'd react from my declaration."

April leaves her desk, and sits next to you on the sofa in the living room of her apartment. "Y/N..." she said softly, landing her slender hand on your shoulder "Soon or late he will know; but if I were you, I would go talk to him. He won't figure it out alone". You nodded, staring at the floor again with your mind lost in an ocean of thoughts and emotions. "Try, Y/N. Do not let it consume you; or it will get worse" the reporter rubs your shoulder and embrace you in a comfort hug.

"Would you like me to talk to him?" She offered herself.

"No! No... I must be prepare myself first."

April let's out a soft giggle "Okay. Take your time, sweetheart. Call me if you need help." She smiled.

You let the comfort of her embrace take you completely as a help to try to kick out your anxiety, but your nervousness insists to stay. How would you say to the most respectable man that you're in love with? How would he reacts? Will he treat you in a bad or good way? You knew he wouldn't treat you like an idiot or something but even that you are not secure.

A few weeks has passed since April's advice.

You and Casey Jones were called by Chief Vicent to attend a meeting at NYPD police station for a debate about Shredder after his sudden disappearance in the day that Technodrome has appeared in the sky. And for your surprise you're not the only one who were invited.

Your mutant turtles best friends are there.

And speaking of them...

"Hey Casey and Y/N!" Mikey was the first one who came up to welcome you both as you enter in the police station. "Finally you're here! Chief Vicent is waiting for you" the young brother pointed at up stairs of the building.

You and Casey went quickly to the second floor.

Arriving there, Mikey pointed at one of the several rooms throughout the large corridor. From outside you could see three shells facing the only door of the small space, and your eyes shone. In the middle of the three massive terrapins, a blue and well-written kanji with a pair of katanas.

"Y/N? Are you coming or...?" Casey called, noticing your behaving.

You froze, desperate about what you would do with that handsome man a few steps away from you—actually standing on the other side of the table.

Gulping, you walked behind Casey as you both enter the room.

"Good evening, Casey Jones." the blond-haired woman nodded from the other side of the rectangular table, facing you both "And Y/N" she nodded again, sharing a polite smile. Other three pairs of eyes landed on you while you stand beside Casey "Hey, guys" Donnie waved with that cute grin he has. "Hey..." Raphael said with a neutral voice; and finally Leonardo who, as Chief Vicent, shares a nod and a smile.

Oh God, that smile makes your bones shiver.

"So what are the news, Chief?" Casey asked, leaning above the table to watch papers and pictures scattered above it.

"We got a prove that Shredder must be still alive" she continued "We have captured Karai who was with him in the day that Kraang has arrived on Earth for the first time, and has confessed that Shredder was teleported into Technodrome. It was the last time she has seen him" she finished, glancing quickly at Shredder's picture on her right side and then looked up at everybody there present.

"Wait, wait..." The hot head turtle interferes "Last time? But how? Karai and Shredder used to work together all the time! Perhaps she is laying-"

"We don't know, Raph." The leader cuts his brother, then Mikey continued "Or maybe Shredder is working for Kraang.", Donnie moved his body a bit to stand face-to-face with his brothers and continued "We do not know if all those suggestions are valid, but I fear what Mikey said. Shredder must be working for Kraang."

Chief Vicent nodded positively, leaning above the table "I wouldn't discard this possibility."

The idea of Shredder working for Kraang freaks you out. Shredder is known for being dangerous, and Kraang is known for being deadly; and the two of them together is a nightmare.

After a few minutes of silence, Casey questioned "So, what are we gonna do now?"

"Wait. For now." Chief Vicent responded, not breaking her eye contact with the Shredder's picture beside her, and the room was filled with Raph's indignation voice "Wait?! How much time of wait?!"

"Raph, more respect!" Leo punch his brother's arm, murmuring and shaking his head in disapprove by his brother's behaving.

You tried to not giggle by their brotherhood behaving.

"We don't know..." Chief Vicent replied "but all we can do now is use what we have available to find Shredder; and Kraang. I'm highly doubt that Shredder isn't on Earth. Maybe he was brought back by Kraang. As you said before, Donatello" she pointed "the atmosphere in Technodrome is toxic for those who have a normal cardiovascular system. Hardly Shredder would survive in that thing out there".

"There's an interesting point" Leo continued "But It's been months since his disappearance and till now no one has seen him. For sure, if someone have, they would warn us."

"Or they would help him" Raph participated one more time "We don't know if someone is his follower."

"You mean a new Shredder?" Mikey asked, surprised.

"I would freak out if it is true." You said.

"Me too." Chief Vicent agreed, sighing.

The worst nightmare of the boys is that another (or other) person ended up like Shredder. For sure someone out there have inspired themselves on that horrible assassin and perhaps will keep on doing his dirty work as a next generation of the Foot Clan. It must be happening in any city, state or country right now.

After two hours of debate, Chief Vicent has decided give a break, and then back to the reunion.

You are checking out your Pinterest in another small room of the building to spend some time. But your is mind busy thinking more about Leo than paying attention to the pics on your social media. You just scroll down, the pics passing through your phone screen quickly; then your mind focused in flashbacks of your conversation with April a few weeks ago.

You want to confess your love for Leonardo. You want to face him and say how much you love him.

But why are you feeling something negative inside you?

You sighed, without knowing what to do. Your eyes lift from the screen and scanned the small room around you. There's a desk with a deactivated computer in the left and a cupboard on the right. Cupboard? Why is it here in a office? Maybe this room is used like a kitchen. And speaking of it... where's the coffee machine and other stuff used by workers?

You shrugged, ignoring it and paying attention to your phone again.

"Y/N?" A familiar deep voice called from the door frame. You jumped and quickly looked up at the person.

Actually, at the turtle.

"Oh, hey Leo" you smiled, pretending you didn't got scared by his sudden apparence. But he was giggling a bit "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he came in, picking up a chair and sitting beside you.

Butterflies started to fly wildly in your belly.

"Come on, Y/N! Say something!" you thought. "So... How's things going?". "Really, Y/N?! Is it all you can say?!" You coursed at yourself.

Leo glanced at you and says confused "Um... Things are great. Thanks." he smiled.

Now is the time. You have to tell! You want to tell! But you're fucking afraid.

Your thoughts says to do not do it but your heart says yes. You took a deep breathe, rubbing your hands on your thighs nervously and finally looked up at him.

"Leo..." You called softly.

"Hm?" He looked back at you in the eyes. It seems that your heart will get out of your chest, and you could feel your cheeks burning.

"I...".

He just tilted his head, waiting for your answer.

"I... am gonna take some coffee. W-Would you like some?" That's it. You wanna punch yourself in the face.

He lift an eyebrow—at least you could see.

"Um... Yes, please". He answered, still suspicious about why are you acting that way. You got up from the chair where you were and walked out of the room, but before you could leave, Leo grabs your arm and makes eye contact with you, worried "Are you okay?"

"Why? Yeah! Why wouldn't I am?" You tried to act as normal as possible, but you couldn't hide it from him. This man can notice if something is right or not. And you fear that. You don't wanna mess your moment. You just want to relax with him, and not put more worry into him. Leo and his brothers are already dealing with Shredder's disappearance which is shaking them inside out frenetically. And the last thing you want is bother him with your love.

"I'll be right back." You gently released from his massive hand and left the room, leaving him alone.

"Damn, Y/N! What's wrong with you?" the whisper leaves your mouth and suddenly you bumped with another woman, hitting your shoulder with hers.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"Oh, no. It's okay" the red-haired waved, grinning "I must apologize, I was distracted".

"Don't worry, I was distracted too." You giggled, then kept on your way to find a coffee machine which you have no idea where it is.

For sure your thoughts are torturing and preventing you by something you wish to do. You've been hiding your love for Leo for almost three years.

After ask a cob where to find a coffee machine you finally have found it in somewhere on the third floor of the police station.

"Okay, Y/N. You can do this" you whispered while you fill almost to the top two cups with the dark liquid. "You can do this. You can do this..." You continued to repeat, trying to fill you with courage.

"I'm ready. I can do this!"

Picking up the two cups with dark coffee youheaded back to the small room where the handsome man is waiting for you.

Stopping beside the door frame—you can't see what is happening inside the small room—you took a deep breath and get yourself ready for the long-awaited moment of your life.

Smiling, you walked in.

And froze.

Leo was there, as you expected, but he was kissing the woman who you accidentally bumped early on your way to get the coffee.

Your heart broke like someone has ripped it out from you.

It seems that the world has fallen under you; your body falling into an precipice.

You prepared yourself for three years for nothing. All the worries, expectations, and hopes you used to have, all that moments you've spent practicing what you would say to your best friend, all the great moments you and him spent. Three years of your life were wasted.

Leo and the red-haired woman broke the kiss and directed their eyes on you, surprised. You have to admit that you saw a light blush covering on his cheeks.

"Oh, Y/N." He said, smiling "Allow me to introduce you my girlfriend".

You felt a knot forming in your throat.

"Y/N, this is Melissa. Melissa, this is my best friend, Y/N." He used his hand to mention you and his girlfriend while introduce you both.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Melissa waved.

"Nice to meet you, Melissa..." You shares a small smile, hiding your frustrating, and waved back.

You take a step forward to place the cup on the small desk next to you. Some drops of the dark liquid slipped out from the object "You should drink before it gets cold, Leonardo." You simply said, trying so hard to not cry. The leader got surprised when you said his full name. It's rare to you do it. Since you both got intimate—as best friends—you started to say his nickname as you do with the others. He doesn't understand very well the reason of your sudden change.

"Um... Yes, I will". He pronounced every single word slowly, tilting his head a bit as he looks at you. Melissa noticed your uncomfortable expression and asked worried "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"No!" you screamed mentally. "Yes! I am. I gotta go. Sorry." You whispered the last word, turning and heading out of the room, leaving the woman and your best friend together. Your eyes starts to get warm and a wet feeling of tears disturbs you completely; you refuse to cry in front of important and serious people from this place. So you forced your legs to walk fast towards the exit.

You were so distracted that you almost bumped Chief Vicent. You gasped.

"Hey, Y/N. We're going to back to our reunion right now. Have you seen Leo? I can't find him anywhere." the blond-haired woman asked.

"He-*deep breath* He's in that room." You pointed at the door in the end of the corridor. C. Vicent lift an eyebrow, studying your facial expression.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

"No, I'm not!" You gulped as see Chief Vicent's eyes going wide by your anger, then you immediately completed, "I'm not feeling good..."

But before Chief Vicent had a chance to talk to you, you lower your head and ran away, the knot in your throat and the pain in your heart growing up wildly.

You couldn't stay in that building anymore, not with Leo there. Not with the news of his sudden dating with someone. All you want now is go home, lay down on your bed, bury your face into a pillow, and cry like there's no tomorrow—well, actually there's no tomorrow for you.

How much time Leonardo is dating? And why April didn't tell you about it? Or any of his brothers? Do someone know about his dating? Or does he didn't tell to anyone yet?

You don't wanna know.

Actually you couldn't blame him because he has no idea that you are in love with him.

And now you have to deal with a new reality.

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thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years

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Angel With A Shotgun

Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?

Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader

1900's Mafia/Gangsters AU

A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean's body so like...idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles

Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading

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The Novak's that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you'd think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.

The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak's have been introduced the world's most feared gang the L/n's is one family not to be fucked with.

(Father's name) leading his kingdom no...empire with his wife (Mother's name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn't much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. "I'm due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!" He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. "I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There's no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father's name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother's untimely passing and (Mother's name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed." Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.

"You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories." Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. "He was one of the only people you'd go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there's on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all." Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he's sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.

"No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He's in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don't need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet." With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. "Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer" that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he's not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he'd do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn't settling well with him that didn't mean it felt completely wrong.

One day later

Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. "Can I come,please!" His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. "Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time." The pout on Castiel lip didn't move as he held up his hand his pinky out. "Promise?" Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. "Promise." With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.

Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man's leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. "Were is my money?" He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. "Help please!" He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn't called for assistance. "No can do." A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. "I came for my five notes." The didn't seem fazed at the torture. "Fuck you gypsy scum!!" The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. "I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I'll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are." His tone dropped further the blade under the man's fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let's just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.

He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. "Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost" The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. "Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself." His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael's guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. "Why did you do that?" Michael asked as they walked out of the town. "You worked for that money and gave it all away." He was confused he's never seen a man work for a family that wasn't his own.

"They need it more. Schools out the children don't get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I'm alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work." Novak wasn't sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. "Thats very admirable of you." Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. "It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I'm not saying I'm amazing,but sometimes I'm decently above average. That's what people need someone decent enough go care."

Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. "It's been a pleasure,Mr. Novak." The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. "You know who I am and I don't even get a name." He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. "I'm N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams." Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he's taking what's his this time.

Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner

The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak's. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn't want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men...no boys with guns.

"Everyone get down on the ground. We've come only for the money we won't hesitate for blood as well." The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. "Ah! If it isn't Michael Novak no men to protect you now." A man he didn't realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. "Pathetic." The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. "It would be in your best interest to leave,boys." They all train their guns at the man. "Why's that,you motherless bastered?" The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. "Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men." After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. "I only count ten I still have the upper hand." N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what's to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. "Upper hand you say?" He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.

N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. "Thank you." His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. "Consider it a gift from M/n L/n." The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. "Now if I'm not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy." He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. "Will you be there?" Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. "You can count on it. We'll be seeing eachother alot more." The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.

Family Dinner was about to start the Novak's sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. "The L/n's are here." Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. "M/n been a long while hasn't it?" The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n's answered. "That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn't come he had some other business to handle." N/n or M/n now to Michael's knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. "This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don't mind him." The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. "Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me." A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak's way. "Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what's mine,their little toys they call guns were child's play compared to my men." M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.

"Are you a knight that saves people?" The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. "Sometimes when I want to be." A bubbly giggle rang out. "You saved Mikey making him your prince." Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. "Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?" He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn't bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. "Yeah and I'm gonna make him my king and take him to my castle." M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. "We'll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. "Um if you'll excess me. I need some air." Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.

The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn't hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. "You knew the whole time who I was." Micheal didn't look up at the man as he sighed. "Yes I knew who you were...we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself." The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. "Chuck knew as well." Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. "He didn't know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick." Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. "Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I'd slip away made me realize it can't be so bad." M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. "I was afraid at first you'd hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults."

Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. "I know this won't mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you'll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband." In M/n hand that wasn't interlocked with Micheal's he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. "No matter what,Novak,I'll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing." M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. "Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting." as he slipped the ring on the silent man's finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.

Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. "My angel with a shotgun."

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A/n: Second Male reader and I had to spell check for almost 50 she/her in her so I think I got them all lol.

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moonlightflower21 · 4 years

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Dinner date?

A/N: a cute fluffy moment with the brute. enjoy~

Raphael's jaw dropped to the floor when the food he'd been trying so hard to cook was now burnt in the pan. It wasn't even salvageable, it was just burnt crispy stuff quite literally stuck to the pan. "Fuck!" He cursed, slamming his fist on the counter tops before letting out a small gasp. Not only did it hurt like a bitch, but he hoped you hadn't heard it. Too late.

"Hey Raph, everything okay?" You gently asked out, entering the kitchen. The nerves paused for a moment, allowing his eyes to truly take in how amazing you looked. You always looked so radiant but tonight, he wanted to go above and beyond to impress you. Yet, somehow everything just seemed to go opposite.

"Y-Yeah! I'm fine!" He shot up, accidently banging his head on the cupboard and momentarily losing his step. He whirled around, a nervous smile on his face as he gripped the spatula shakily. So having a posh dinner was definitely out of the question.

"Raph are you sure you're okay?" Your voice, yet again, snapped him out of his trance and he sucked in air telling you the bad news. "I'm fine, but the food isn't. I thought... I thought I'd be able to do it..." he sighed, looking at the floor feeling all the embarrassment go through his body.

"Uh, who cared about this fancy shit? U-unless you wanted-" "No, no it's okay-" "Good! Let's have pizza?" He smiled happily, taking you by the hand gently and guiding you to the dining table. "I'll be a sec" he smiled and you nodded, pecking his cheek. He sidled away, with a blush and practically ran to the fridge.

"I swear ta god Mikey there better be-" he opened the fridge but was met with pure disappointment, as there lay a pizza box but with crumbs inside. "Fuckkkk...." he groaned angrily, pacing the kitchen floor. He could sneak out and pick up some pizza but then you'd wonder where he was. He could send one of his brothers but the likelihood of them coming back quickly was 0.1 out of 10. This was first date with a human and it had been a mess. He put his hands on his temple, the throbbing in his temple becoming increasingly stronger ad the stress and anxiety settled in. What should he tell you? What would Leo do in this moment?

"I think it's cute Raph" to his surprise, you let out a small chuckle entering the kitchen. Holding his hands, his eyes snapped to yours in shock. Cute? Definitely not expecting that.

"But I messed up-" "We all do. The way you dealt with it, is a little funny" you giggled at the big bara who stared at you with surprise. "But the dinner-" "babe, you have a kitchen full of ingredients. We can cook something. I don't want this date to be so high class, cooking with you is enough of a date" you stepped forwards, your chuckles reducing to smiles at your boyfriend behaviour. He let out a breath, feeling the relief wash over him. So you weren't mad at him, he still had a chance.

"Let me do the cooking-" "Let us both do the cooking. It's more fun that way. Raph, you seriously don't have to try so hard. I love you regardless, you have my heart" you whispered for only his ears to hear, placing your arms around his neck to pull him into a loving kiss. He froze for a second, the emotions rushing to his head. As he kissed you, he couldn't help but grin into it. The thought of having a human girlfriend seemed impossible to him, always in fear that you'd leave him once you realised how much of a monster he was. But you reassuring him, that you were here for him made him feel some kind of way.

"I've gotcha babe" he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist leaning his forehead against yours so he could look into those irises he loved so much. "You're so beautiful sweetheart" he murmured, his honey orbs taking in every little detail of your face. From your smile, to your eyes, to your lips he was always in awe at how smaller humans facial features. And in this case, how gorgeous they looked.

"Speak for yourself, babe. You're so handsome" your hands cradled his face, thumb brushing over his cheeks in a soothing manner. He could only smile, and hold you forever in his arms. There was no sneer, just sincerity and love behind your words. And you can bet he would remember this for days to come. Even if this 'date' was a disaster, you were here. Making it all better again.

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i did not proof read, sorry for any mistakes! <3

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janna-the-breaker · 4 years

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Sunscreen 🌅👙

I'm in a mood for jealous turtles today. Hope you like it!^^

It was summer, and Casey have planned a trip for a Beach house that his family owed since he was younger. It was almost in the middle of nothing, so it was safe for the turtles to go. They were all very excited, afterall, they've never left New York City before. After a four long hour car ride, you were all finaly there. The house was increribly beautiful. It has five rooms. Two for couples and the other three for inviters. And, let's not forget, the pool! That pool was wonderful! It has a waterfall and neon lights.

You decided to took a day to sun bath. You have picked your best bikini and laid down on your belly onto a beach chair at the edge of the pool.

You were so relaxed that you felt like you're gonna fly. But, after a while, the sun started burning your back a little too much, and you were too sleepy to get the sunscreen by yourself.

However, by a misterious miracle, you heard the hard and heavy steps that could only belong to the turtle you loved.

Leo💙:

"Hey, fearless" You called him with a sleepy voice. He have stoped nearby you. "Would you please pass some sunscreen on my back??" You pleaded.

What you did not know was that that wasn't your boyfriend, Leonardo, but acctualy his brother in a red mask.

He smirked greatly. Of course he didn't say anything or it could ruin this opportunity. He just grabbed the product and squished the white goo (😏😏) on his hand. He reached his three fingered hand onto your back and started spreading the sunscreen over your skin. You shrivered a little with his touch, bitting your lip as the heat of his hand spread through your body.

"Hmmmm just like that, love" You moaned a little. The big brute enjoying the sensation he was giving to you. And how smoothly your skin felt on his hand. He tried to reach to your higher back, but the strings of your bikini wouldn't let him. "Untie these, handsome. Please?"

His fingers grasped the cords and pulled the knot off until it was out of you. Now, he had the liberty to massage your back and shoulders. His pants got more thigher as he could peep your boob coming out from your bikini.

"What the fuck is goin'on here?!" Leo's voice ecooed furiously from far behind you.

You jumped in scare and sat up quickly on the chair, looking confusedly to your side. And how surprised you were when you saw Raphael instead of Leo. "Raph?!" You yelled while hidding your free breasts from his sight.

"I'm gonna kill you!!!" The turtle in blue yelled and ran towards his brother with a killer look on his face. The big brute manage to jump off and ran into the woods to escape his older brother's rage.

"Leo, i swear that i did not knew that it was him! I thought it was you!" You hold him by his arm and tried to explain yourself. He looked so angry just like the time the Shredder threated to kill Splinter.

"Yeah, you really mistook my smooth and well trained hands by those big and rough green sausages." He says with a deep angry voice. Your eyes started droping some tears.

"I didn't mean to! I was asleep. Please, forgive me!" You begged for his forgiveness.

"And you let him undress you! Do you have any idea about how this make me feel??" He was clearly hurt. But it wasn't your fault at all!

"You're the only one that i love, Leonardo! And nothing will ever change it." You grabbed his face and looked deep in his blue eyes. You leaned onto him and kissed him passionantly. It seemed to ease his anger.

"You're right. I'm sorry for being too rarsh on you. I love you so much, honey." He said hugging you and wrapping his arms along your waist. "Now, i'll go on a hunt for Raph's. And when i'm done, i'll make sure that it'll be clear for everyone to see that you belong to me, and me alone!"

Raph ❤️:

"Hello, my cuddly teddy bear." You said with a cute voice as you heard your boyfriend come to your side. "Look, the sun is kinda hurting my back. Do you mind brushing some sunscreen on it??"

Michelangelo froze there for a moment. Did you really thought that he were Raph?! He felt quite honored, but did not know what to do.

"Please, Boo, just a little. I may give you a treat later." You teased a little.

The turtle in orange gave a look around to check if there was anyone else around. There was no one near. He took the product and squished it on your back. You laughed as you felt that goo all over you. He soon used his hand to spread it over your back. "Hmmm it feels so good, babe." You moan.

Mikey tried not to giggle as you moaned to his touch. This was definetly the best day of his life. He lowered his hands on your back and stoped up on your butt. "Wanna get these off?" You suggested. He bit his lip and noded. Benching the string and pulling it slythly as he tried to reveal your ass.

"What the hell are ya doin', ya punk?!" Raphael yelled as he saw Mikey massaging you. He jumped off you and you sat on the chair in total shock. "Get yer hands off my girl, right now!"

"Sorry, bruh! Oh, y//n, you owe me that treat!" He said before running off the senario.

"I what?!" You said in counfusion.

"What treat?! Were you flirting with him?!" He asked roughly to you.

"No, Raph! I would never flirt with him or any of your brothers! He just came by and in my sleep i thought he was you. Please, forgive me!" You hugged him by his plastron trying to calm him down.

"Ya seemed to like what he was giving to ya. Am i not enough for ya??" He asked sadly. You've seen him this sad defeated before.

"Of course you are, Raph! You're more than enough for me, you are the best! I love you." You said and kissed him deeply. He accepted and lift you up on the kiss.

"Alright, bird. I got it. And you know what?" He gave your ass a slap with a full hand. You yelp loudly. "We're goin' to revenge on Mikey fucking at his bed. Come on!" He said taking you in a bridal way to the house.

Mikey🧡:

"Hey, my sweet pizza lover." You said sweetly as you felt the presence of your boyfriend next to you. "You know, this was a very long ride to here and my shoulders are still sore from the car seat. Can you please massage them for me??"

Donnie's mind buged for a moment. You thought he was Mikey?! Should he warn you that he wasn't him??

But, he felt so needy for the touch of your skin. Besides, it was just a massage. It wouldn't hurt. He put a little of sunscreen on his hand and spread it on your shoulders gently. You hummed a little with his skilled movements.

"Wow! Mikey, you are really good at this." You said hapily with the sensation he was giving to you.

Donnie smiled as he made you feel good with his caress. You were so relaxed on his hands and he was so foucused on his task that he didn't noitice Mikey standing there watching them with sadness in his baby blue eyes.

"Donnie, you traitor! What do you think you're doing?!" He yelled at his brother, who immediately took his hands off you.

"Mikey! This isn't what you think it is! I just gave her a friendly massage." He tried to explain himself.

You sat on the chair and gave a strange look at the purple masked turtle. "Donnie?! What are you doing here?!" You asked

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to be nice. I'm out of here!" He got up and jumped off the pool to the rooftop.

"Yeah! Go get your own, brah! This one here belongs to Mc Mikey!" He said as he pulled you to a hug. "You're mine! Only mine! You know that, right, angelcakes?"

"Yes, Mikey, i know. I'm yours! I'm sorry about Donnie. If i have knowm that it was him i you never let him touch me." You said wrapping your arms around his neck.

"It's okay, babycakes. You can continue to apolagize when we're on the bed." He took you on his shoulder and walked in the house with you.

Donnie💜:

"You there, my nerd? I'm in the need for a little foot massage. Are you up for this mission?" You plead for your boyfriend who sat before you at the pool.

Unfurtunatly, it wasn't the turtle you thought it may be. Leonardo only sat on there because he was on the need for some meditation. And the pool seemed to be the perfect and calm place for it. Even with you there it didn't bother him, afterall, you were just quietly taking a sun bath.

But, he did not expect at all that you would mistook him by his smart brother.

"Come on, D! I'm so tired, and only you can make me feel good." You begged for him to touch you.

He fetl awfull. At the same time he didn't want to interview in your relashionship with Donnie, but he also couldn't handle seeing you so needy for care. He grabbed the oil on a table nearby and used it to massage your feet.

"Hummm that's right, love! A little more to my ankles, please." You pleaded a little, loving the sensation you were recieving.

All Leo could do was smile. Even though you weren't his girlfriend he enjoyed giving some joy to you. But, it didn't last long as his ninja sight spot Donatello watching him from far away. The fire on his eyes as he saw his brother touching his girl could almost burn Leo. The leader in blue felt threated with his brother's falcon eyes and slowly got up, leaving the pool without saying a word.

You asked yourself what happened to your massage. You sat up and looked behind you, and there was Donnie smilling at you. "Why did you stoped?? You were doing great."

His heart hurt a little. He undertood that you didn't knew that Leo was the one massaging you. But he never imagined that he would suffer such a betrayal from his own brother. "Sorry, Dove. Lay there, i'll send you to heaven."

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Dumbstruck Stupor

...so perhaps he rightfully belonged to heaven, Zhang "Raphael" Yong Cheng

Just beyond the magnificent, golden gates of heaven, Raphael Zhang finds himself awaiting the arrival of a member of the opposing side, still behind enemy lines.

It's quite a sight, Raphael thinks to himself; a demon standing just beyond the heavenly gates, as if awaiting entrance, or perhaps begging the forgiveness of a higher-status celestial being. An idea that Raphael would never entertain, even if offered the chance to atone for all his sins.

The demon had heard tales of paradise and nirvana, of Arcadia and of all things perfectly manicured for the saintly and the pious. Yet, it had sounded all too... boring, too polished and too prim for Raphael's tastes. Too much of a dull forthcoming for the those who enjoyed the unexpected-

I need Brazil, the throb, the thrill I've never been there, but someday I will Adventure and danger, love from a stranger Let me be surprised -- (Let Me Be Surprised, Burt Reynolds and Melba Moore) sure came to mind at the mere idea of it all.

Yet, the sight of a particular angel finally taking a stroll towards the celestial gates was by no means a dismal view at all. In fact, the demon finds himself perking up at the appearance of the young man; seemingly in his early or mid twenties, dressed casually in some gray-ish graphic tee and some pair of half-hazardly ripped jeans.

He purposely dressed down and casual to see me today.

The demon mentally notes, as a lopsided smirk splits across his face without notice. Raphael himself had chosen dark colors, though a long coat practically shadowed his entire frame from view.

Despite the angel's casual 'fit, Raphael finds himself admiring Vivian's handsome features nonetheless. From the smoothness of his complexion to his large, doe-eyes, his slim physique to the casual confidence- even the demon himself had heard good words of praise for the angel. Virtuous, as was expected of these do-gooders, yet never as pure or monotone as the other angels seemed to be. And less eager. Much less eager to gratify someone else's every whim.

Somehow, the demon finds that he quite liked the little factoid about Vivian Yu. He didn't give in like the other people-pleasers did. In fact, the angel seemed to enjoy a subtle defiance; even going as far as to dress down while still in the presence of other immortals. He approached situations and people with a certain level of... spite.

And Raphael would have been lying if he said he didn't find the singular trivial detail attractive as hell. He would have been lying if he said he didn't admire the angel in his entirety, really. The man was perfectly stunning, after all; even a demon could see that much. And Raphael almost wished it was Vivian who would swing by from time to time.

Rather than passively waiting until Raphael himself was far too impatient to wait any longer. Somehow it was always Raphael who gave in first, hoping the angel would deem him worthy of another glimpse.

"Quit undressing me in your mind, will you? You're drooling."

A voice breaks whatever had been bouncing about within Raphael's mind and quickly, the demon brings the back of his hand to his lips as if to wipe away whatever residue supposedly present.

Belatedly, the demon realizes Vivian had been teasing, as the angel simply chuckles and Raphael's hand remains dry.

"I knew it, every time I see you, your mind is in the gutters. No wonder you don't belong up here (with me)."

Vivian's tone is degrading- almost a little too mockingly pitying. But again, Raphael finds that he quite likes that. Coming from someone with a halo sitting above their head.

And despite initially entertaining the idea of taunting Vivian and the rest of these supposed 'do-gooders', Raphael finds himself a little lost for words now. Lips parting to speak, but words never escaping his throat.

"If you have nothing else for me, I'll be taking my leave, then. I have duties to attend, you know. And you don't belong here; but it was nice seeing you again... Chengcheng."

Without allowing Raphael the chance to counter, or even protest the dumb (but vaguely endearing) nickname, the angel dissipates without skipping another beat; leaving the demon to simply stare past the heavenly gates and into the golden clouds of nothingness.

"Goddamnit, Viv--"

#raphael zhang #zhang yong cheng #vivian yu #yu xue han #💬 ( triple sec )#seaweed #there was no point in this #i just wanted to appreciate viv some more #but also you know what #its the fact that raphael was indeed NOT undressing vivian with his head #in*#but simply admiring him in all his glory #that makes this x100 better #i cant believe i wrote that lol

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