Keep Ya Safe
Keep Ya Safe
Raphael x Reader
Note: Me: *has 30 requests I need to write, a play to finish, and exams to study for* Also Me: Eh, why not write something literally no one asked for. Hey guys, remember that stuffed turtle I bought way back? Yeah, so do I. Anyway, I kinda smushed a request into this one a little bit. Tried to. Anyway, fluff for my favorite hothead. I might have some Leo coming up later too, so keep your eyes peeled.
Raph. Was. So. Bored. But it was day, so he couldn’t leave the lair, and you were at school anyway so he didn’t really have anywhere to go. And so therefore, he was lifting weights, as usual. Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting to hear your voice so soon.
“Boo!” You sprang into his makeshift gym.
“(Y/N)? Don’t ya have school today?”
“Skipped.” You answered, dropping down onto the large pillow in the corner of the room. Your reading nook. Raph’s eyes widened.
“Woah, we got a badass over here.” He looked impressed.
“Kidding. Half-day. Exams.” You laughed. “I’m a goody-two-shoes. We both know that.”
“Heh, right.” He chuckled. “So what’cha doin’ here? Don’t ya got better things to do than hang out in the sewers?”
“Nah.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d pay my best friend a visit.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “Well, as you can see, not much is goin’ on down here.”
“Do you have patrol tonight?”
“Do you maybe want to come over to my place and watch a movie?”
“Yeah, sure. What’s on the docket tonight, shorty?”
“What’s that about?”
“You’ll see.” You smiled innocently. “So are you in?”
“I don’t see why not.” But what he didn’t say was: I would watch paint dry if it was with you.
After dark, you waited in your room for Raph’s tapping on your window. Soon enough, he arrived and lumbered inside the window that was just barely big enough for the massive muscular turtle.
“(Y/N), ya here?”
“In the kitchen making popcorn!” You called. “Stay in there I’ll be out in a minute!”
“All right.” He looked around your room. Everything was set up, the movie’s menu playing on the screen. He sat down on your bed, causing it to creak beneath his weight. It was then that he noticed something sitting there. It was a medium-sized stuffed turtle. But that wasn’t all. It had a red bandana tied around its eyes. Raph’s cheeks suddenly matched his mask. He held it in his large hands, still not able to believe this was something that was sitting on your bed. Something you…slept with.
And in that instant, he imagined you, curled up in your sleep. Curled up in his huge arms. He pictured the sleepy breaths and quiet mumbles, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you against his plastron, to bury his face in your soft skin and kiss away all of your troubles.
He was in love with you.
Shit, why hadn’t he realized it sooner? You had been in front of him all along, and he had never…he had never felt this way. No, maybe he had. The days you wore your red t-shirt or the turtle charm that sometimes dangled around your neck. He liked to imagine you were his. He wished you were.
He wanted to hold your hand and hold you close, and God, he wanted to kiss your lips. Your soft human lips. Usually when he looked at his reflection, he could never imagine anyone loving him. He could never imagine anyone calling him theirs. But this turtle had changed everything, his entire outlook on love had shifted after spending two minutes in your room.
You opened the door, a large bowl of popcorn tucked under your arm and your hair pulled up into a messy bun. You weren’t wearing make-up, but you had never looked more gorgeous.
“What’s this?” he couldn’t stop the words from falling out of his mouth. Now your face was red.
“Oh, um, that’s my…um…” you sighed. “He just makes me feel safe, you know, when I’m asleep.”
“Yeah.” You replied.
“So…” a ghost of a smile pulled at his scarred lips. “I make ya feel safe.”
“Yes.” You nodded and awkwardly walked over to the bed. “You do.”
“What are ya scared of?” he asked quietly as you sat down beside him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“Losing you.” You mumbled.
“Losing you.” Your whisper was slightly louder this time.
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I promise.” His giant green finger turned your chin to face him. His eyes were soft and earnest. “Listen, I uh…” his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest and run down the street. “I might be all rough on the outside, but uh, ya make me wanna be soft…for ya. And I just wanna protect ya. Because you’re so small and I’m so big, and if anything ever hurt ya…I don’t know what I’d do.”
There was a long silence. You stared at him for a long time, trying to find the words.
“I know that’s a lot to dump on ya. I’m sorry, I know you probably…I’m a turtle and you’re…I’m sorry I’ll just-”
“I love you.” You blurted, heart racing. “I don’t know for how long I have, but I do. A lot. I can’t explain it. You just make everything feel right. You make me feel safe.” You poked the plushie. “Even if it’s just this.”
“You don’t need it to keep ya safe. Not anymore. I’ll, uh…I’ll keep ya safe. I promise.” There was a long moment of silence. Raph slowly reached out, pulling you into his arms and onto his lap. You curled into his plastron and exhaled a huge sigh of relief. “So…what’s the movie about?”
“A big rough red guy who falls in love with a human girl.” You replied quietly. Raph chuckled.
“Let me guess, that was your back-up plan?”
“You could say that, yeah.”
“Well it woulda worked.” He kissed your forehead.
“Noted.” And with that, you pressed play.