TMNT x Reader Imagines // The Dark Turtles x Reader.

Red Heart. Dark Raph x Reader.

Imagine Raphael finding something.

He and his brothers were out scavenging, looking for anything that could be useful. And honestly, the clone had never been so uninterested in anything before. Until, however, he kicked away a crumpled cardboard box. And then he saw it.

There, lying in all the filth, was a heart. Notg a real one, but a little red glass one. It was nearly perfect, besides being a little dirty and the hole on one side. It was pretty. And Raphael didn't have any pretty things. Anything he did have was either beat up or something to be shared. But he didn't want to share this. Carefully, Raphael plucked it up and hid it in a small pouch. He didn't even know why he wanted it, he simply did.

Imagine, months later, Raphael still has that little glass heart. His brothers found it weeks ago, teasing him for being a sissy ("what kinda ninja needs an itty bitty heart?"), but no one took it. No one broke it. And it was still his. Even now, he doesn't know why he cares about the trinket so much. He doesn't even know what to do with it, keeping the little thing in a small box with his other "lost things." But none the less, he still keeps it.

Imagine after that, you meet the Dark Turtles. The meeting was a total accident but everything that came after wasn't. You became an ally, getting them food and supplies (new things! Just for them!), helping them when you could. You became a friend. And they all loved you for it, Raphael a little more then the others. It was useless, feeling the way he did. How could someone so pretty and perfect...love a monster? But suddenly, that little red heart had a purpose. It reminded him of you...

Imagine Raphael finding out that (can you believe it??) you love him too. The clone can't believe his luck, you love him! He knows of course that this relationship can't be a normal one. He can't take you out to nice restaurants or buy you pretty things. He can't walk down the street holding your hand, bustling with pride that such a beast had gotten such a beauty. But he could do little things. And he could give you what he could, he wanted to. And then he remembers that glass heart and he suddenly has an idea.

Imagine Raphael sneaking away to see you, a little nervous as he makes his way through the dark streets. But then, there you are, waiting for him. And in a moment, he's at your side and kissing you. A real, wonderful kiss that makes his heart do flips and cartwheels in his chest.

"I brought ya somethin'." He says, a huge hand reaching out towards you.

In his palm in the little red heart, a long silver chain now pulled through the whole. It wasn't much, he knew that, but you seemed to love it. Immediately, you slipped it around your neck and Raphael smiled a wide, sharp toothed grin. It was perfect, that glass heart resting on your chest. His heart.

Imagine Raphael kissing you again, enjoying this happy wonderful moment with you...