How the turtles react to seeing their daughter for the first time:

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Requested by: @brayden1616

How about the boys meeting their newborn daughter for the first time and getting to hold her? Plus a cute detail she has is his eye colour making her look just like daddy! 

A/N: I think I cried a little writing these :)

Leonardo:

Leo had been pacing around the lair, waiting to get a phone call from April, or Casey, to let him know everything was alright. He didn’t even know what gender his child was. You’d delivered the baby at your place, because going to the hospital wasn’t an option while birthing a potential mutant turtle baby; but due to it being day time, Leo had to stay in the lair. He hadn’t stopped pacing since Casey phoned and said you’d gone into labour, and right now it was all he could do to stop himself from charging up to the surface and finding you, not caring who saw him. 

“Leo, will you-” Donnie started, from somewhere on the other side of the room. Leo didn’t even look up at him, before he interupted. 

“No, I will not stop pacing.” He snapped, still pacing. “Not until I know everything’s alright.” 

“If you’d listened; I was about to say, Leo will you stop and look who’s here.” Donnie chuckled slightly under his breath, and, with that statement, brought his brother’s incessant walking to an abrupt halt.

Leo turned slowly, and found you standing in the entrance to the lair, with a bundle of blankets held tightly in your arms. Leo’s whole world went onto pause for that moment. He was scared, delighted, nervous and amazed all at once. And he didn’t know what to do.

“Hey,” You smiled weakly, still uneasy after the whole, giving birth thing. But you’d never been happy to see Leo in your entire life, and you couldn’t wait to present him with his child. 

“Hi,” Leo barely managed to speak, and without thinking for another second he took a few, unsure steps forward.

Peeking over the ridge of the fluffy, white blankets held in your arms, Leonardo caught a glimpse at pale green skin. He gasped unintentionally, and felt his whole body begin to tremble - that was his child. None of them had thought it would ever be possible for them to reproduce, but here it was, healthy and perfectly real. 

“It’s a girl, Leo,” You whispered, watching him edge ever so slightly closer with every second that passed. He was hesitant, you could see it in his eyes as they remained glued on your daughter. “Do you wanna hold her?” 

Leo gulped down his fears and locked eyes with you for a second. How had he been so lucky to find someone like you? He nodded carefully, and closed the gap that he’d measured between you. 

You handed him your daughter with steady arms, and watched as Leonardo’s face lit up completely. His smile grew ever wider, and as he stared down at the small, slightly green, baby in his arms, he felt tears prick his eyes.

Without warning, the baby girl woke up slowly, stretched her arms up towards Leo’s face, and made a small ‘ga-ga’ noise. To which Leo laughed softly. She had his eyes. Bright blue crystals that gazed up at him with naive awe. She was gorgeous; he’d thought he could never love anything more than you, but he, within seconds, loved this child unconditionally.

A tear or two slipped loose down Leo’s scaly cheeks, and he smiled even wider at you. “What shall we call her?” You ask with a similar smile, wrapping your arms around Leo’s torso, and looking over your child with adoration.

“What about Ellie?” He sniffs a couple times, still beaming down at this little girl that resembled him in so many ways.

“Ellie it is,” You smile, and lean up to peck his cheek. “She looks like you,” You mumble against his face, and watch his eyes drift to you.

“She looks like us,” And he kissed you on the lips this time. 

“Hey Ellie - I’m Uncle Mikey!”  A voice carried from the entrance to the lair, and in pranced Michelangelo and Casey Jones, holding a huge teddy bear. “Who’s my favourite niece?” To which little baby Ellie burst into tears, and Leo held her slightly closer to his chest with a gentle chuckle. He had a similar reaction to Mikey’s voice, for pretty much all of his life. And he never wanted to let his daughter go ever again.

Raphael: 

His brothers were starting to get worried, but they couldn’t be sure that Raphael had actually moved in the hours he’d been waiting for you to arrive. He’d been sat on the couch, with his hands balled anxiously around the other; he didn’t speak at all, he would hardly look up from the floor dead ahead of him. Leonardo sat beside him, not really doing anything, but he was there just to keep Raph from getting too anxious. 

April had phoned to say you’d gone into labour, and since that point Raphael hadn’t shifted from this spot on the couch, where he was still sat a few hours later. No one really spoke at all in those horrifically slow hours, and no one dared go near Raphael after he’d glued himself to the seat - only Leonardo, but then Leo was always at Raphael’s side, no matter the circumstances, or consequences. 

“Raph,” Leo muttered eventually, another half an hour later. His blue bandanna flapped in the corner of Raph’s vision, but he dared not tear his gaze from the floor ahead of him. He’d glared at that floor until it got up and left.

“Don’t.” Raphael spat back through gritted teeth. He didn’t mean to get aggressive, but he was just so worried and confused and terrified that anger seemed to be the default emotion. “Just don’t.”

“Well I’m not going to tell Y/N to leave, so you’re gonna have to look up eventually.” Leonardo chuckled, and watched as his brother’s face loosened in a split second. His entire body tightened and released a hundred times before his emerald eyes finally lifted. There you were, gradually walking over with a small, fragile bundle of blankets in your arms. 

Raphael physically couldn’t bring himself to move - there you were, and there it was. He didn’t even know it’s gender, but he knew it was his. A faintly green, tiny hand occasionally reached over the fluffy blanket and twitched it’s fingers randomly. Even without seeing its face, Raphael was in love more than he thought was physically possible. 

“It’s a girl, Raph,” You smiled sweetly at him - you looked weak, obviously, but Raph couldn’t even bring himself to think of you right now. All his mind could possibly comprehend was the tiny bundle of blankets in your arms. His baby girl. His daughter.

He broke down, silently, at that thought. Still unable to stand or move or speak, but the sheer idea of seeing his own child, made everything about him just want to cry. He didn’t think he could ever have children, let alone produce something so small and adorable as the daughter you held so close. 

“Do you wanna hold her?” You ask with an ever growing grin, your own eyes pricking with tears upon seeing Raphael cry. He was such a huge teddy bear, more emotional than he’d care to admit, but now he didn’t even care who was in the room, he just sat and cried.

Raphael nodded quietly, and looked towards Leo. He didn’t know why he looked at his brother, there wasn’t anything Leonardo could do to change the world pool of emotional spiralling in Raph’s stomach, but it was somewhat reassuring knowing his brother, his best friend, was still sat at his side. 

When you sat beside him, Leo’s smile grew; and Raph’s eyes glued to the small body being placed in his strong hands. Her eyes opened wide, and glowed green in the light; she had his eyes. How could she look so beautiful with his eyes, because all he ever thought of himself as was ugly and freakish, but she, she was the most brilliant thing on the planet.

“Can we call her Lucy?” He finally heaved in a breath, and dared a glance at you. You, you who was so astonishingly gorgeous and amazing, you who had captured his heart and saw something worth loving amidst all his anger. You who had given him the most amazing and beautiful creation in the entire world. 

“Of course,” You beam back, and look between the two loves of your life, already sure that Raphael would be the best father in the world.

Donatello: 

“What if something’s gone wrong?” He sighed dramatically, endlessly walking around, sitting down, and then getting up again. Mikey, who was slouched on the floor with a pizza, looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

“Dude, everything’s going to be fine! Casey said she’s alri-”

“I don’t need Casey to tell me how my girlfriend is, Mikey!” Donatello barked back, cutting his younger brother off without hesitation. “What does he know anyway? When was the last time he helped deliver a potentially mutant turtle baby? Huh? He hasn’t! Ever! So how would he know how she is?” Donatello’s voice grew higher and higher in pitch, the more frantic his words became. He was worried out of his mind, and it just so happened Michelangelo was close enough to take it out on him. He didn’t mean to be rude and abrupt, but with you and his child in potential danger, he couldn’t help but be a bit on edge.

“Wow Donnie, bit harsh.” The voice of Casey Jones echoed throughout the lair after a second of silence shared between the two turtles. In walked the hockey player with swagger in his step, as though nothing abnormal had occurred today, before he fell down beside Mikey and the uneaten pizza. 

“Where is she?” Donnie began to freak out, “Where’s the baby? Are they alright? God, Mikey, what do I do? I’m not ready to be a father! I don’t know the slightest thing about -”

“You know everything about everything, D. You are going to be an amazing dad - and you better start quickly,” Mikey nodded his head, wit a wide grin, towards the door behind the purple clad turtle. 

As Donatello turned around, you smiled up at him, holding your child carefully in your arms. Donnie’s mouth practically hit the floor upon catching sight of his child, his own flesh and blood - and potentially scales - wrapped in blankets, and within reach of him. 

“You worry too much,” You sniggered, extending the baby in his direction. You didn’t need to ask the question before Donatello’s lit up with both eagerness and nerves. It was going to take him a while to get over the initial fact of actually having created such a beautiful thing, but holding it would be the first step. “It’s a girl, Donnie.”

He took the bundle of blankets in his arms, and was met by a pair of round, red eyes gazing back at him. “She’s got my eyes,” Donnie beamed like an excitable child, or Mikey when the pizza arrives. “She’s actually got my eyes,” Those beautifully circular orbs of bright colour were the most brilliant thing Donatello had seen in his life. 

She needs a name.” You laughed, wrapping you arms around Donnie so you could stare at the two people you loved most in this world. 

“How about….” Donnie’s mind worked at a hundred thousand miles per hour to even think of what a name was, before he settled on idea: “Penny.”

“Penny?” You rose an eyebrow, but laughed nonetheless, “Penny it is.” You smile brightly up at Donnie and watch his awe filled eyes look directly at his daughter, and that was when you realised; you were never going to get that child off of him again.

Michelangelo: 

“Mikey, will you sit down? She’ll be here in a minute, just chill.” Raph groaned, lying back on the couch and watching as his orange clad brother practically bounced off of the walls. 

“What if it doesn’t like me?” He paused in his jittering, and looked solemnly at his brother for an answer, as though it were the most important question of his life. 

“It’s only just been born,” Raphael scoffed, “It hasn’t even seen you yet, how could it not like you?” 

“I don’t know, man, it might not like orange, or something,” Mikey was freaking out. He always bigged himself up, as though he’d be amazing with kids if he weren’t a turtle, but having one of his own was more terrifying than anything he’d ever faced before. And now he was but minutes away from facing his own child, and he couldn’t stop his mind form thinking up the worst case scenarios. 

“She doesn’t even know what orange is yet,” A voice said from nearby, and made Mikey whip around with impossible speed. There you were, smiling and holding a pale-green baby in a bundle of blankets. Raphael had no snarky comeback now, and neither did Mikey. Instead Michelangelo’s eyes simply grew to twice the size, and the words you’d just said rotated in his head on an endlessly loop. 

“She?” He almost whimpered, trying to comprehend the meaning of that one, simple word. It was a girl. He had a daughter. He was a dad! 

“I haven’t named her yet,” You shrugged, only noticing then how much Mikey’s face had lit up.

“Can I hold her?” He asked excitably, and reached out to take his baby girl in his arms. “I think she looks like a Kaia,” He whispered, cradling his daughter with ease. She was so small, so adorable and fragile. He’d never let go of her again, if he had her way.

“Kaia?” You giggled, amused by the awe in Mikey’s bright blue eyes.

“It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Mikey grinned. The baby’s small eyes looked up at him with a sleepy gaze, and Michelangelo’s heart fluttered at seeing the two crystal orbs sparkling back at him. She had his eyes.

“You have a point.” You reply, falling in love with Mikey all over again. His brother’s often argued he was immature, or too idiotic to be treated like an adult, but seeing him standing there, with his daughter held close to his chest, you knew he was going to prove them all wrong. 

Rough morning, so here's a quick something because I'm mad enough to spit venom

The phone call to set up the disciplinary meeting had come as a shock.

Apparently, there was allegations of international law violations on your end. The direction for the job you were given seemed no different than other jobs you had worked in the past. Everything was in order. Nothing was out of place, or in any violation of either law or ethics.

Like all good political snakes in the grass, the higher ups chose their pawn well. They knew you could get the job done the most efficiently, and worst case scenario, they knew they could throw you under the bus if the need arose. They didn’t want to lose one of their favorite weapons, but they would make the sacrifice if needed to save themselves from responsibility.

If officially put on the table and the evidence was there, treason and violations of the Geneva Convention could be some of the many charges filed.

This was a FUBAR situation if there ever was one.

Which was what brought him here to you in your apartment.

You didn’t call him. You didn’t need to. He had this near creepy sense about him that let him know when you needed him around. Maybe it was some energy shift he could taste in the air? A bonus in the many gifts of mutation he received?

Whatever it was, it was appreciated in this moment. Not being the ‘damsel in distress’ type, you never called him when shit got real. You preferred to handle your business on your own. That’s what you were used to, that’s what made you as self sufficient as you were.

The massive mutant watched you pace furiously. He noticed your gun hand twitching with your anger and calmly asked you to disarm. Just as a precaution.

The air around your body was molten with your aggression. Your eyes were daggers, shooting at nothing in particular… or maybe shooting at everything. Fuck. You didn’t even know anymore. The strides you took around the kitchen as you paced were heavy and sure. You could spit venom right now you were so consumed with anger.

The entire time the scene unfolded in front of him, Raph just stood casually. Massive arms crossed, head slightly bowed, listening to the chaotic course of events that led you to your rage.

He didn’t speak on it, (because frankly, he never spoke on his plans.. he just went out and did them) but when he heard the words, 'life imprisonment’, 'exile’, and 'execution’ as possible outcomes.. his own rage started to stir.

The bonded male in him was already calculating how he would end their pitiful existences if those higher ups dared separate him from his female. Surely. no living thing would be that brave.

Or that suicidal.

In the powerful motions your body made as you moved, the strength in your voice, the way you held your head so high even when you felt like crying.. in these moments you were your most beautiful to him.

In these moments he saw the fire that matched his own. The soul that called to his out of all the people in this world. That essence of your spirit that was raw and dangerous. Frankly, it brought the mutant to his knees with adoration.

He had found his queen of war, and there was not fuck all anyone could do to keep him from her. He would bring down the human existence himself if he had to.

Stepping forward, he grabbed your tattooed arm and spun you into the kind of kiss that made you see otherworldly beings. It sucked the air from your lungs and made you forget for a second what you were so pissed about in the first place. Cold lips against your fevered mouth were crushing and dominating. He was showing you with his body what he didn’t exactly have the words for.

You are safe. You are strong. You are MINE.

Breaking this kiss, he held your face between his own giant hands and softly said, “Grab your coat hellcat. We’re going for a ride.”

No more could be done here. He wasn’t about to let you pace yourself into exhaustion in the apartment. He was going to do for you what he does for himself when he can’t think clearly any longer.

The chill of nocturnal air met you as the pair of you crept down your fire escape to his waiting bike below. A few hundred pounds of black matte motorcycle waited for you like an obedient dog. Just waiting to flare to life with purpose and rebel against the confines of caged vehicles.

The growl of the engine and the vibrations of the pistons firing was the balm you needed. Suddenly, the savagery of your minds worry went quiet. Holding on to hard plated shell the two of you rode off into the darker side streets of the city.

The open roads of rural NY were waiting with open arms for you both.

Wind making your eyes tear up slightly, you smiled for the first time since you got that call. This was how he took care of you. How he showed you his affections and respect. He didn’t try and talk you down, or coddle you. He let you be yourself, with him by your side. Holding onto your male, with the intimacy of the night and the deep love between you..

Well, shit. Maybe it wasn’t the wind making you tear up after all.

Originally posted by fuzzyghost

You Are The Light of My Life

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thanks for requesting, nonnie<3 xx

Prompt: “If requests are open, do ya think you could write a Raph x chubby reader? Like she’s real insecure but he really loves her the way she is. Like because he’s so solid but she’s so soft. And he gets to protect her. She’s like the calm to his storm. And stuff. If you could that’d be awesome! Thanks!”

Word count: 744

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


You met the turtles when you were walking home late. Work had you wrapped around their little finger, but the money was good, and the people weren’t too bad either. Your day was good, until some asshole stole your purse and tried to run off. Long story short, Raphael, you’re knight in shining armor so to speak, handled the situation very well. By very well, I mean he beat the living shit out of the guy and told him to get a job.


 5 months later, you were dating the giant, green God, and things were great. He was quite the charmer, and made you feel so special.

You’d visit the lair almost everyday, and everyday Raph would make it his goal to make you happy and proud of yourself. Today, it would be a little more difficult for him.

There were these boys in your class, who take pleasure out of making you feel shit about yourself, and somehow they got word that you had a boyfriend. They used this against you. Telling you all these things about how he must be as worthless as you, and when you tried they laughed in your face and said worse.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he dumped your fat ass soon!”

“He’s probably dating you for a bet!”

“Who would ever love you?”

They sneered and laughed and got your whole class involved.

And for the first time in months, you cried in front of them. They really got a kick out of that, and when you ran out of the class, it was the cherry on top.


 When you got to the lair, Raphael was already in a bad mood, and had dragged you to his bedroom. He closed the door behind you and placed you on to the bed. Then he crawled up next to you and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in your stomach as he breathed in your scent. He loved your body. He could bury himself in you and never let go if he wanted to.

 And that’s what made you start crying. And not quiet sniffles. No, you started bawling. Raph picked his head up, looking at you with pure concern written all over his face.

“Baby girl? What’s wrong?” He sat up straight, holding your arms and pulling you into his chest. “Why ya crying, baby?” That only made you start blubbering even more, and it took quite a while to calm you down. Not that Raphael was bothered. If you were sad, he was going to find out why, and do something to solve it.

When he finally found out about why you were so upset, he was enraged. How dare they say those things to you? What gave them the right? By the time you had finished telling him everything, he was already pacing around the room, hitting things off the walls.

“Raph, please calm down.” you whispered, going over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek against his back. “I’m sorry if-”

“[Y/N]. Shut up.” He turned around and sat you down on his bed, sitting in front of you. “Yer beautiful. I love ya. If I ever see or meet those bastards, ya better believe I’m going to beat the living shit out of them, regardless of the time of day. Ya don’t deserve to feel like this. Ya the best person I’ve ever met, and I ain’t bullshitting ya. Ya deserve the world, and I’m sorry I can’t give ya that, but I’m happy with ya, [Y/N]. I don’t know- I don’t know how I’d live without ya. Yer the- the light of my life, ya know?” He paused and stared at her. “Do not think of yerself as anything less, because yer the reason I haven’t given up. I need ya to be strong fer me. I need ya to see me as the reason yer not giving up.”