hamato-donatello

Okay so I know Apriltello Day was over like two hours ago but I had this idea in my head and I just had to draw it. It’s so messy and I painted the background WAY too quickly but oh well…

I just really wanted to draw April and Donnie in a scene from my favorite romantic movie “When Harry Met Sally” (Drawing April in Meg Ryan’s 80s clothing was so much fun!)

Also I’m setting this in @theherocomplex’s “High as the Moon” AU verse where the Hamato Clan has become accepted by humanity and April and Donnie end up meeting in college. Because that AU is the best and everyone should read her fanfic about it!

So yeah, classes are over for the day so April and Donnie decided to get coffee and take a stroll through central park. Oh and I couldn’t resist sneaking in an argyle pattern on Donnie’s sweater vest ;)

TMNT Raph x Reader: Sorry For The Pain (Part 1)

Originally posted by alltheturtlegifs


Prompt: 
“Can you do a thing where like Raph accidentally hits a semi-shy reader and it was completely by accident but when she avoids him he just cracks from guilt? Can you make it kind of long please? Thanks ^-^
-Anon

I kind of like the concept of a really really guilty Raph *cackles* and I’ll try to make it as long as I can I’m splitting into two parts:)


WARNINGS: Occasional Curses, Violence



“It says you have to put the sugar in the pan,” you mutter, your voice laced with confusion as you lift the cup full of sugar towards the stove. Before the contents of the cup could spill into the pan you’re startled by a panicked cry from beside you. With amazing speed and precision the cup is snatched away from your fingers and you’re pulled to the side counter away from the stove. 

Mikey scratches his head with relief, eyes crinkled with mirth as he laughs at your near accident. “Aha, maybe cooking isn’t your thing after all,” he nervously chuckles, “but we can order pizza and I’ll show you how to make a pizza smoothie! It’s easy, there’s no way to stuff it up. Unless you shove your fingers into the blender and turn it on,” he rambles, eyes clouding over a little and you can almost imagine him picturing the horrific scene in his mind. You shudder at the picture he’s painted for you and wring your hands together. 

“Um, okay. Thanks for that mental image, Mikey,” you grimace as you turn towards the bowl he had guided you to. 

“No worries! So, just mix that stuff up and then dump it into the pan and I’m pretty sure that will make the pancake,” he exclaims, clapping his green hands together and turning back to the stove, humming a tune beneath his breath. You raise an eyebrow and grip the whisker laying on the counter, about to get to the task he had set for you. 

You briefly wonder about the other brothers, where were they, they must have come back from patrol by now. Mikey was tasked with entertaining you as it was deemed to be a quiet night by Leo and he thought that some quality time between Raph and himself might serve to patching up the rough relationship between the two. Raph. A blush crawls up your neck as that particular turtle appears in your mind. 

He was so rough, angsty, mean, tough and untamed and he was an enigma that fascinated you to no ends. You were quiet to the outside world, slightly shy and unable to engage in a proper fight with the fear of being ripped apart by your opponent. Polar opposites to Raph yet you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. You knew that he wouldn’t pay you any heed. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” A voice roars from the lounge area, startling you into knocking the bowl full of ingredients off of the counter. A dull but loud thud and a grunt of pain sets your heart into a panicked fluster of beats. Both you and Mikey share a concerned glance before you race to see what had happened. 

You enter the room and your eyes widen at the chaos that has broken loose. The entire area is completely trashed, broken objects scattering the floor everywhere and hazardous glass shards strewn across the carpet. Your gaze is drawn towards the centre of the room in which two figures are beating down upon each other, punches raining from left, right and centre. Loud grunts and curses are clearly heard along with the brutal sound of violence echoing throughout the lair.The breath leaves your body as you recognise the two fighters: Leonardo and Raphael. 

Leo is brought to the ground after a direct hit to his jaw and is pinned to the ground by the leading warrior. You think that maybe Raph will stop after seeing he had brought down his opponent but your mouth falls open with horror as he continues to raise his fist and bring it downwards upon his vulnerable brother. Leo struggles with blocking the hits, unable to find an opening to retaliate with his own. 

Donnie rushes forward, appearing from within his lab in an attempt to break up the death match. However, although it is a valiant effort, an elbow to the face from Raph swiftly launches Donnie backwards. 

Mikey, who had followed you out of the kitchen, shares a hesitant look with you. “Stay here and stay back!” He warns you before launching forward, nunchucks drawn. Leo grunts in protest as Mikey is knocked backwards and away from the fight. 

And then there’s you, armed with only a cooking whisker. Raph would never hurt you, despite his aggravated behaviour. If he saw you he would never intentionally hit you. The idea that Raph won’t see you doesn’t cross your mind. 

You propel yourself forward, hoping that if you get the element of surprise you may be able to knock Raph off guard and get him to come to his senses. You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, Leo’s safety was your first priority you don’t even register the amount of danger you subjected yourself to. 

You land on Raph’s shell and you see Leo’s eyes widen as far as they could, his mouth opening to yell a warning. In an attempt to stop the fight or at least make it pause you begin to tug on Raph’s shell with all your might, trying to throw him off balance.

It happens as if it is in slow motion. His body twists, muscles rippling and clenched teeth bared. Raph has had enough of being interrupted.  A large arm is pulled back into position before being launched in your direction, a balled fist directed to make impact on the side of your face with all the force he could muster from within his being. If you were one of his brothers this would put you down for at least a couple minutes to recover. If you were human it would break your jaw. Your eyes widen as you realise what is about to happen and you’re too late in raising your hands as his fist meets its target like a sledgehammer. The sheer force behind the blow sends you spinning and airborne, landing on your back as the impact takes the air out of you. Black stars cloud your vision and your left gasping for air as you lay in shock, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. Everything is silent for a split second and you’re almost numb as the hit registers with your body.

 And then you feel it. 

It was slow at first, a stinging ache blooming throughout the right side of your face. Then it registered and the onslaught of feelings washed over you like a tidal wave as an agonising pain rips through your entire being. You curl up immediately, clutching your jaw as you keel over onto the floor, a gurgled cry ripping itself from your throat. It was almost primal, you never intended to scream but the pain itself took over your body, you had never felt this much agony in your entire lifetime. 

Violent sobs rack from your body and everything seems entirely surreal, it felt like this was just a bad dream, a nightmare. This couldn’t be reality. Arms wrapped around your shoulders as chaos ensued in your surroundings. Voices were screaming and you knew that the fight had stopped. 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, are you okay? It’s okay!” The words repeat themselves in your ear like a broken record and somewhere in the unaffected part of your mind you realise that the person speaking has gone into a form of shock. Almost as if they were unable to register what had happened. 

“Move away from her, Raph” One voice shouts, fury burning through their tone. 

“Is she okay, Donnie?” A distressed cry from another. 

“I need to see if you’ve broken her jaw,” An almost clinical voice claims as the arms holding you slip away. Your moment of disorientation is gone and you can finally register your surroundings. Your eyes land on the figure before you through your watery gaze. Your jaw is hanging loose and open, you were unable to close it without feeling extreme bouts of pain. It almost feels like it had been unhinged.

“It’s been dislocated but not broken, I’ll need to pop it back into place.” 

At Donnie’s words, your eyes roll into the back of your head and the black stars once again consume your vision. 



Cliche ending yeah I know but I needed to end it before I ended up writing a full fanfiction XD Part 2 will be up soon. I’m not very happy with the quality of this but it’s all i can give you right now my friend :)