Don’t Change For Me
Raphael x Reader
Don’t Change For Me
Prompt: Hi! I was wondering whenever you have the time can you write about Raphael taking the serum that makes the turtles human like in the movie and to have him on a date with his gf who is shocked and mad at first then finds out his reason for it and fluff
Note: Aaaaaaaah! Yaaaaaaas!!
Raphael waited outside your door nervously. He couldn’t stop checking his reflection in his phone. God, he looked different like this. Well, of course he did. He was human. Temporarily anyway. But you didn’t know about this. When he had told you about the purple ooze, you had shot him down, telling him you would rather make sure he was a safe, healthy turtle than risking his safety by becoming human. But here he was. It had worked, and he knew you would love it. Well, he hoped you would.
He knocked, adjusting his grip on the large bouquet of red roses in his large human hand. It wasn’t as large as it had been, in fact, he was a little smaller all around. Still built, but smaller.
Finally, after an agonizing wait, you opened the door. Surprise washed over your face.
“Um, hello?” You looked over the attractive man in front of you with confusion. He was tall, buff, with these (familiar?) dazzling green eyes and the warmest smile in the world. “Do I know…?”
“Ya ready for our date?”
Your jaw just about hit the floor.
“R-Raph? Is that you?”
“Yeah. It’s me.”
“What happened to you?” You took his smooth human face in your hands and looked him over.
“Donnie.” He chuckled. “So, do ya like it?”
“I…I do, I’m just a bit shocked, I guess.” You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was so much shorter than you were used to, so much smaller and way less green. “Wow.”
“So, I figured I’d take ya out for dinner and a movie and then we could come back here an’ cuddle. Or somethin’.”
“That sounds great! Just let me grab my coat.” You walked to your room, grabbed your coat and your purse, and walked out to greet him. He looked at you like you were his entire world, because you were. You were everything to him. As soon as you got close enough, he pulled you close, holding you in his smaller arms.
“Yer so close now,” you heard him whisper. “You ain’t ever been this close.”
“Come on, Red. We don’t want to be late.”
“Yer right. Let’s go.”
The night flew by. You went out for dinner, which was Raph’s first time in a restaurant, went to the theater, hung out in the arcade for a while, and then went back to your apartment. As soon as the two of you walked in the door, Raph groaned.
“What? What’s wrong?” You asked with concern. He doubled over and then collapsed to his knees with a loud thud.
“No! Not yet!” As he spoke his voice got deeper. The seams of the human clothes that he had probably borrowed from Casey began to creak as he got taller and larger. His muscles stretched, his fingers fused together. He stumbled as his shell took form, hardening and reemerging. The extra weight threw him off and he fell backwards. Green flowed into his face and hands and feet, and Casey’s borrowed clothes finally burst off, leaving him in his sweatpants.
When it was over, he just sat on the floor in a daze, waiting to see what you would say. You knelt down in front of him.
“Are you okay?” Your voice was soft and caring and your soft, smooth hands held his cheeks, forcing his emerald eyes to look at you. “Raph, talk to me. Are you hurt?”
“Nah, I was just uh,” he let out a long sigh, obviously disappointed that the ooze had worn off so soon. “I was hopin’ it would last a little longer.”
“I had a lot of fun tonight, Raph.” You said. You shifted positions, instead sitting down on his thigh. “But I missed this you.”
He chuckled and shook his head.
“I don’t know how you do it.”
“You get up every mornin’ and look at this ugly face and somehow ya still love me.”
“You’re not ugly.” You nuzzled into him and pressed a few kisses to his jaw. “But I do love you. A lot. So, how about we cuddle now, huh?”
“Yeah…” he nodded and started to move up onto the couch. As soon as he settled in, you grabbed a blanket and curled up on top of him. The two of you picked a movie and you started to drift off, feeling very safe and very warm in his arms.
“You don’t need to change for me.” Your voice was no more than a sleepy mumble. Raph’s eyes widened a little as he processed your words.
“Shhhh…” One tiny little finger pressed against his lips. “I love you just the way you are. Don’t change for me…”
“All right.” He nodded and pressed a long kiss to your forehead, gently moving the hairs out of the front of your face with one of his huge fingers. “God, I love ya.”
“I love you too.”