TMNT (2007) Raphael x reader

O'neil Cargo and Three Brothers

After Y/N and Raph went their separate ways, she headed back to her father's building. He went by Max Winters this time around.

Now, Y/N blamed her father for a lot of things. Her immortality is just a start. Her and Winters have spent centuries on this earth, but while he was exploring what power felt like, she learned all she could. Fighting styles, weapons, languages, architecture, all she could to try and convince her father that he keeps making the same mistakes.

She blamed her father, yes, but she is loyal to a fault. Winters is family, and like it or not, you stay with family.

Back to now. Winters requested Y/N for a early morning meeting. For what, she had no idea.

"Ah! My gorgeous daughter! Your late, you know." He said in his usual booming voice.

"Yes, father, you've made me incredibly aware." Y/N said, internally rolling her eyes as she sees the red headed woman in the room.

"Hello, my names April O'neil, I run O'neil Cargo. But please, call me April" The woman states in a authoritative voice.

"Pleasure to meet you April, I'm Y/N." She said smiling, she liked her already.

"Yes, now that we've been acquainted, let's talk business. Y/N, I have hired Miss O'neil to collect a set of statues for me, I believe you know the ones-" He said.

Y/N froze. What was he planning? He couldn't be trying again could he? Whatever it was, she wouldn't be pushed aside again.

"-, and I would like you to accompany her in her travels." He finished. Why would he send her? What was he up to?

"When do we ship out Mr. Winters?" April asked, not noticing Y/N's wide eyes.

"A week from tomorrow, Ms. O'neil. But if that's all your questions you may leave" as he gestures to the door. "Me and my daughter need to have a heart to heart."

"Of course, Y/N, here is my card, please call me later today to make arrangements?" And with that, she leaves them.

"I'm sure you're wondering what I want with them now. Speak up please." He says when the door shuts.

"Why? They are no use to you now. And I highly doubt you miss their warrior presence in your life." She said, and the gods could hear the venom in her voice.

"I don't. I... must admit something to you, I- Y/N I was wrong. Power isn't all its made out to be... I miss my family, my relationship with you. I've lived long enough. It's time I die." He says. Y/N can see the hurt in his face, he's genuinely tired.

"Father- dad, what will happen to me? When your curse-" "Exactly, it's my curse. Not yours. You will not be affected, you have the choice to stay, or to die. The gods only cursed you to spite me." He reassured her.

"You mean it? You finally see things my way?" She asks, unsure if he's genuine.

"I mean it." He steps closer to her. "And I want you to help me."

Y/N already knew her answer. She hugged her father for the first time in centuries. She will do whatever it takes to put things right. Only one question was on her mind. Does she want to stay? Or die with her family?

*the night before the meeting, Raphael*

Raphael rode the quite streets as he thought of the woman he met tonight. Y/N. She had laughed at his attitude. Praised him. He'd never met someone like her.

He realizes he forgot about the knife stuck in his shell, had she seen that? Would she have told him if she did? Probably not.

He takes it out and looks at it grinning. Shaking his head, he sheathed it and puts his helmet on.

"Heh heh, nice try chump." He smirks, letting the clutch out and driving away.

*somewhere in the city*

"D-dude... I'm scared!" Says a pair of baby blue eyes... Michaelangelo! The youngest Hamato.

His eyes are frantic, searching the surrounding danger, unable to keep up.

"Dude! They're all around me! What do I do? What do I do!?" He says in a panic.

A calming voice comes through the radio. The third Hamato brother, Donatello.

"Just relax, Mikey. Remember your training. You'll be fine." Donatello says, trying to calm his younger brother down.

"But I need back up this time, man!"

"... you're such a prima donna."

Mikey is in full costume... as a turtle, no less.

Suddenly, 10 kids run up to him with nerf nunchucks and party hats. Hitting him a little too hard with their makeshift weapons.

"OH- WHOA! OW! YEOW-OW-OW! WATCH IT!" Mikey yells at the kids, but they registered nothing he was saying. One even hit him below the belt... fuck that noise.

The little girl who hit him in his nether regions ran to her mother. "This was the best birthday ever mommy!" She squealed.

Mikey groans from his place on the floor.

He leaves, but not before he snags a box of pizza.

"Hehehe... score." He praises himself.

*with Donatello*

"Sir? Sir. Sir. Did you turn the computer on? Have you plugged it in? Yeah, that would help. No, I'm not playing hard to get. I'm telling you, sir. It's not that type of phone line! I'm not your enemy, I'm just Donnie your friendly IT tech support... here to help you sir. OH NONONO I'm sorry.. ma'am... hehe."

Donnie works IT, which means he helps old people turn on there new computer they got for Christmas. He is done with life at the end of the day, but it makes the money.

*later*

Mikey parks his Cowabunga Carl van in a long forgotten alley way. A dummy wall closes behind it.

Mikey enters the sewers through the bottom of the van, a manhole cover beneath it.

In the sewers, Mikey skates through them like a master. Over subways, through the tunnels, on the ceiling! He arrives at another dummy wall, pulling a lever.

It reveals the turtles lair! Full of old video games, old furniture, workout equipment, everything a ninja may need.

(Any one else want to live here? Just me? Ok.)

Mikey spends the rest of his night watching the news. Wondering who this Nightwatcher guy is