and i know they broke up for a while but oh man

Hero’s in a half shell

Originally posted by baraturtles

You were hanging out in the kitchen with the boys. Leo drinking tea, Donnie reading the paper while Raph worked out in the corner. Mikey was on the DS you had scrounged up from your closet. You had one leg hanging over the arm of the cherry wood chairs you bought Master Splinter for his birthday. Your eye’s casually grazing over an old favorite novel.

Raphael moved to the table grabbing a red apple off the table. One of the few fruits the man would consume without complaint.

When Raphael turned your toe caught a scute peeling it off the grumpy turtle. Eye’s bursting out as you jumped out of your chair.  

“Oh my god, Oh my god I broke Raphael. It just came off I’m so sorry. Should we glue it back? I don’t know I didn’t have turtles as pet’s we were a cat and dog family. What do I do? DONNNIE?!?!!” Your mouth was running at a mile a minute as panic struck you. All the guys laughing. Mikey went from banging his fist on the table to rolling on the floor. Where he was momentarily stuck.. Donnie was clutching his sides with Leo leaning on his shell for support. Raph was simply hiding his face while he cracked up.

“What!?! Why are you laughing?” Your hands upturned in supplication while your face was a mask of confusion.

“It’s his shield coming off.” Donnie said adjusting his glasses as his laughter died down.

“I broke his shield?” Your lack of knowledge about turtle anatomy very clear.

“It mean’s he’s growing, Y/N.” Leo said with a pat on your shoulder.

“So I didn’t break Raphael?” Concern written on your face as you stared up at the big green man.

“It would take a lot more than that to break me.” Raphael said cockily, crossing his arms as he leaned up against the pillar.

“Soo what’s that called?” You asked pointing to his chest that was covered by a hard brown boney substance.

“That is called plastron, the shells scientific name is a carapace. There’s rib and backbone in our upper shells. In the lower shell we have clavicle and rib bone.” Donatello said in teacher mode. He wondered why you call him professor.

In true Y/N fashion you grabbed a chair hauling it over to Raphael. Raph merely raised his arch in question.

Next thing Raphael knew you were standing on top of the chair attempting to look down his shell.

“Hey, whoa that is not public property.” Raph said picking you up and setting you down.

“I want to see.” Your eye’s wide with honesty, a mingling of curiosity. In all the time you had been friends you’d treated them like any other person. Now you just wanted to know what made them special.

Raphael knew you. In all that time you had never once betrayed him. You were honestly the most reliable person that he knew; sans Leo. Now you were asking him to be vulnerable.

Your eye’s locked onto his bright green one’s, he was done in. Raph took a deep breath going down to his knees. His eye’s begging you not hurt him.

When you walked up to him he closed his eye’s. His other sense’s heightening. He could smell the lavender, rose, and spice perfume you made yourself. Next he felt gentle touches along his shell. Your small hands exploring his most intimate space. Finger’s dipping into the space between his shell and back. The skin there so sensitive he had to hold his breath to keep from making a sound. He heard your feet move to his right side. Nimble fingers gently guiding his arm onto his thigh’s. Then lightly probing his side to explore the hinge that allowed them to go into there shells. All of which was made of the same material that started this adventure.

Last he heard a sigh. His ears couldn’t discern what it meant. He waited anticipating a negative reaction:  a scream, slap, or even just storming away. Rejection in some form. What he least expected happened next.

You knew what this took for Raphael. The utmost appreciation and care was in order. When the boys saw this they had dispersed leaving the two of you before it started. Mumbling his name on your lips you leaned forward placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Your biceps wrapping around his shoulder’s. Moving between nuzzling his cheek and placing light kisses along his jaw. Raphael breathed deep choking back a sob.

“I love you Raphael. Nothing is going to change that dear.” Letting out a chuckle you leaned forward and around to straddle Raph.

“Raph open those gorgeous eye’s for me?” When he did it was the happiest you had ever seen them. His arms reaching around your waist while his face settled in the crook of your neck.

“My love, Raphael…” Your hands holding his back and head while you gently rocked him.

“Why do you even-” You stopped him with a “No” hands moving to grip him as tightly as possible.

“Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. You saved me when I was at my weakest. I will always love you. Always.” The intensity of your words gripped Raphael in way’s he knew not how. His muscles flexed as he stood carrying you with eye’s closed to his bedroom. Laying you on his bed, he wiped his eye’s with a smile.

“I-I love you too.” He said standing above you not really certain of what came next.

“Come here my love.” Your small hand in his as you guided him to lay next you. Both of you on your stomach in the large King sized bed. Your thumb tracing circles while you talked for hours.

Late into the first light of morning and on into forever.

“That my dears is how your father and I got together.” Y/N said to her children, three boys and one girl all sitting in there pajama’s on the first morning of fall. The fire roaring in the cabin as they stared wide eyed with hot chocolate in hand. Raph smirking in the corner with no less love in his eye’s than that very memory.