Tmnt 2012 x reader one shots

Raph x reader part 1 and 2

The lair was unusually quiet—until Mona Lisa walked in with all the energy of someone looking for a fight disguised as a casual conversation.

You were sitting on the armrest of the couch, close to Raph, laughing at something he'd just muttered under his breath. He smirked back at you, that rare, unguarded look he barely showed anyone else. His arm brushed against your leg, and neither of you moved away.

"Wow," Mona said loudly, sauntering into the room with a too-wide grin. "Didn't know the couch came with... accessories."

Your laughter died instantly. Raph tensed like a spring.

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, nothing," Mona added innocently. "It's just cute, y'know? Watching Raph suddenly become domesticated."

Raph sat up. "Hey."

She waved him off. "No shade. Really. I just didn't realize we were inviting civilians to the inner circle now. Must be a new policy Splinter forgot to tell me about."

Your brow furrowed. "I've pulled my weight on patrols, Mona. You know that."

"Sure," she replied sweetly. "And I'm sure your... emotional support is just as critical as actual combat skills."

Raph stood up now, voice edged with steel. "What's your deal?"

"My deal?" Mona scoffed. "My deal is that I was here training with you, covering your back, fighting by your side while everyone else was sleeping—before this one showed up with pretty eyes and zero shell armor."

You rolled your eyes. "God forbid someone sees something in Raph beyond his fists."

Mona's eyes narrowed. "Is that what this is? Some charity project? Or just a little rebellion phase? I mean, if you're into moody tough guys, sure, but Raph—he's not exactly the dating type."

"I never said I was," Raph growled. "But I'd still take her over someone who needs to tear other people down just to feel big."

Mona looked genuinely stung for a second—but it passed. Her smile returned, this time dripping with venom.

"Well," she said, folding her arms, "don't let me stop true love. I'll be over there doing real ninja work if anyone needs me."

She stalked off dramatically, tail swishing like an exclamation point.

A long silence followed.

You looked at Raph, stunned. "Did she just call me a groupie?"

He ran a hand down his face. "Pretty sure she did."

You let out a slow breath, then smirked. "Kinda hot watching you stand up for me, not gonna lie."

Raph gave you a crooked grin, cheeks flushing just a little. "Yeah? Even when I screw it up with drama?"

You moved closer. "Especially then."

Raph glanced toward the hallway where Mona had gone, then back at you, his voice low. "I don't want her. I want you. I don't care how loud she gets or what she says—this ain't about her."

You touched his chest lightly, right over his plastron. "Good. Because I don't share."

He leaned in, just close enough for you to feel the heat of him. "Neither do I."

Part 2

It had been a couple of days since Mona's dramatic exit, but the tension in the lair still clung to the air like sewer mist.

You didn't bring her up. Raph didn't either.

But you knew she wasn't done.

So when you walked into the dojo and saw her standing in the center mat, arms folded, smug smile in place, you weren't even surprised.

"Well, well," Mona said, eyes glinting. "Thought it'd be cute to invite yourself to training night?"

You tilted your head. "Thought it'd be cute to set up your own tournament?"

She smirked. "It's not for you. But since you're here..." She looked at you like a cat eyeing a particularly annoying bird. "You always talk like you've got fight in you. How about you prove it?"

From the sidelines, Raph's eyes widened. "Mona. Don't."

You raised an eyebrow. "Scared I'll win?"

Her smirk faltered. Then she stepped onto the mat.

Raph groaned. "You both need to chill—"

"I'm not gonna hurt her," Mona said. "Unless she gives me a reason."

That did it.

You stepped onto the mat and rolled your shoulders. "No weapons. No powers. Just skill."

"Perfect," Mona said, taking her stance. "So we'll see who really belongs here."

Raph stood between you both, glaring. "This is dumb."

"She started it," you and Mona said in unison.

He threw his hands in the air and stepped back. "Fine. You want to act like kids? Don't blame me when someone gets their ego cracked."

Then came the spar.

It started simple—blocks, feints, quick jabs. Mona was fast, lithe, clearly trained. You were scrappy, strategic, and unpredictable.

She kept smirking every time she landed a hit.

You stopped smirking when you landed one harder.

And suddenly, it wasn't just a spar. It was a full-blown silent argument in the form of kicks and sweat and glares.

You ducked her sweeping tail and threw a punch that clipped her jaw.

She stumbled—and for the first time—snarled.

"Lucky shot," she hissed.

You grinned. "Guess that makes three."

Mona lunged.

You sidestepped. Her foot skidded across the mat.

"Girls, come on!" Raph barked. "This ain't what Splinter meant by inner peace!"

Mona ignored him, throwing a sharp elbow toward your ribs.

You caught it—and flipped her clean over your shoulder.

She hit the mat with a dull thud.

Silence.

Even Mikey, who'd wandered in with popcorn halfway through, dropped his bowl.

Mona blinked up at the ceiling, dazed, pride cracked straight down the middle.

You stood over her, breathing hard. "You done?"

She sat up slowly, rubbing her shoulder. "For now."

You offered a hand. She stared at it. Took it. Pulled herself up.

"Not bad," she muttered, brushing herself off.

"Same to you," you replied. "Not as good as me. But decent."

Raph made a strangled sound in the background.

Mona snorted. "You're cocky."

"I'm confident."

"Right."

The two of you locked eyes again, but this time, it wasn't quite as hostile.

Raph finally stepped in. "So... are we done trying to kill each other?"

Mona crossed her arms. "For now. But don't expect a friendship bracelet."

You grinned. "Wouldn't wear it."

She rolled her eyes but turned toward Raph. "Guess I gotta admit... you've got a type."

Raph blinked. "What's that mean?"

"Tough. Smart. Stubborn." She started walking away. "And mouthy as hell."

You watched her go, then turned to Raph. "Did she just compliment me?"

He shrugged. "Honestly, that's about as nice as she gets."

You nudged his arm. "Still wanna date the mouthy one?"

Raph grinned. "Wouldn't have it any other way."