In this you are April O'Neil's younger sister by two years. You and April live in apartment together in New York and that can make things a little difficult when trying to have "date night" with your boyfriend. (I had the 2014 Raph in mind, but this could work for any version Raphael I suppose.) I have added a second, separate oneshot to this book, I may be adding more so stay tuned ;) this book may turn into a book of Raphael oneshots.

*First book* Esme, the daughter of the Shredder. The turtles, her greatest enemy. When worlds collide, she realizes things may not be as they seem. Plot and characters are mostly based on 2012 show, with the 2014/2016 turtles and Splinter. Warnings: Mature Themes, Murder, Swearing, Substance use

❪∞❫ ➣ 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) .｡.:*♡ Each reader will have a different like corresponding to each Turtle Brother Four turtles, four different relationships. Who will you choose? 👀 😏 ⚠️ [D̲̲̅̅i̲̲̅̅s̲̲̅̅c̲̲̅̅l̲̲̅̅a̲̲̅̅i̲̲̅̅m̲̲̅̅e̲̲̅̅r̲̲̅̅:̲̅] I do not own TMNT. They belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird.

The turtles are starting senior year with their friends April and Casey. It's their first time in school and honestly with all the bad guys gone the turtles wanted to feel normal. Thanks to Donnie's smarts he was able to make a watch that made them look like normal teenagers. Sadly they don't seem to know about the high school drama that you couldn't care less about. Everyone knew not to mess with you, and you never interact with anyone except for your brother and your few friends, at least that's what people believe until a hot-headed new student somehow got to know you.

Rule #1: Don't get caught. Rule #2: Don't get stabbed. Rule #3: Don't let the fire out. Alex Ashbourne just broke all three. When a botched poker game leads to a deadly encounter with the Foot Clan, Alex's secret is out. Rescued by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, she finds herself caught between a past she's trying to forget and a power she can't control. In the shadows of NYC, the hidden heat is rising and it's a total game-changer.

"I've always been told 'You can't love someone unless you love yourself.' But that's bull shit, because I have never loved me. but you. oh god I love you so much i forgot what hating myself is really like. I've always been a half empty glass, but I finally understand what it means to be full." I finished my word vomit and looked to my shoes. Raph held out a hand to me, winter had turned over to spring. the last time he held his hand out to me on my front porch it was snowing, and icicles hung from my gutters. now pots of morning glories hung, and a slight breeze kept us cool from the growing tempters. "Come with me." He held out a green three fingered hand to me his green eyes sparkled. They reminded me of the green grass outside my childhood home. My home. I couldn't possibly leave my home, my safe haven to a place where there is danger around every corner. But I couldn't possibly let this newfound hope leave. A hope that a new me was emerging from the deep cold cervices i had been in so long.

A collection of Raphael x Reader imagines! a big book devoted to our violent teddy bear.

The world has changed. Mutants, morphs and immortals are ruling the world. It's then when you have sworn vendetta on the people who killed your parents. Although you're immortal you still need help from a certain group of turtles.

This is a collection of my smut, so be warned! There is adult content in this one! 18+ is ahead!

"Do you ever miss the things that are gone?" Dumb question, you think to yourself. How could you not miss the things that are gone? Like the pink and white blossoms mixing in your backyard when you were young, the porch swing your grandmother rocked you on, the piles of leaves you'd play in and the snow angels you'd make, the way you'd believed your parents were immortal and invincible and in love, and the way you'd believed that love was real and fairy tales did come true. Dumb question. But meaningful all the same. "Of course," you say, "Doesn't everyone?" and his eyes lock with yours. The air crackles, and then it begins. A connection. * * * * * a sleepless soul spies a mysterious graffiti artist who throws up incredible artworks at night. you decide to find out more about the artist. one thing leads to another, and the two of you form a connection. you're quickly drawn into his world of spray paint and brothers, and his past of loss. things get a little tricky, however, when said artist graffitis the wrong person's property and your investigator uncle is hired to find out who they are. it isn't long before you find yourself torn between what little original family you have left and the family you increasingly find yourself wanting to choose. or, raph tries to move on. and so do you. * * * * * tmnt 2012 raphael x reader