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TMNT 2003 Casey Jones/Raphael Hamato 015 Blue, 096. Writer's Choice, 097. Writer's Choice
Title: Somebody's Eyes
Fandom: TMNT 2003 Cartoon
Characters: Casey Jones/Raphael Hamato
Prompt: 015. Blue
Word Count: 128
Rating: G, for GRATUITOUS FLUFF :D
Summary: Raphael loves Casey's eyes
Author's Notes: Haha, I am such a sap XD

015. Blue

Raphael would never admit it to anyone, but he loved Casey’s eyes. The way they sparkled when he laughed, like sapphires catching a beam of light. When he looked at Raphael, his eyes burned with passion like blue fire, the hottest kind of fire. His eyes could always tell Raphael what Casey was thinking, how he was feeling. There were times Raphael thought he’d get lost in Casey’s eyes, drown in the depths that were as blue as any ocean.

He’d never say any of this out loud, though. Casey already abuses the fact that Raphael gets turned into a gibbering pile of nerve-endings and lust when Casey nibbles on his fingers, and he’d rather not give the man anything else to use against him in the bedroom.


Title: Green-Eyed Monster
Fandom: TMNT 2003 Cartoon
Characters: Casey Jones/Raphael Hamato; Splinter, Leonardo
Prompt: 096. Writer‘s Choice: Jealousy
Word Count: 742
Rating: eeeeh, PG, I guess?
Summary: Leo is jealous
Author's Notes: ....>_> Nothing to say, really. It just makes me squee.

096. Writer‘s Choice: Jealousy

Leonardo didn’t like Casey and Raphael’s relationship at first. He thought it was a bad idea, and said so, demanding that they get Splinter’s approval first. He was sure his Sensei wouldn’t approve of the relationship, and make them stop it. What he wasn’t expecting was for Splinter to not only give his blessing, but be totally okay with the relationship.

“You can’t possibly be serious, Sensei!” He shouted, standing up, “Like hell will I ever approve of that, that maniac dating my little brother!”

Casey looked stunned, Raphael had his teeth clenched, and Splinter…. Splinter’s face didn’t change a bit except for the eye brow he arched at Leonardo, “You have a problem with their relationship, my son?”

“Yes, I have a problem! I have several!”

Splinter sighed, “Raphael, could you take Mr. Jones outside for a moment, I need to speak with Leonardo alone.”

` As soon as they were out of the room, Leonardo sat down, stone faced, in front of his sensei, “I cannot believe you approve of this, Father.”

“Why?”

Leonardo fisted his hands in his lap. Why. It was such a small word, yet such a large question. Leonardo took a deep breath, “Firstly, I seriously doubt Casey’s intentions towards Raphael. He’s a lot older than Raphael, and I fear he may be taking advantage of Raph’s… misplaced affections. Secondly, it will take focus away from Raph’s training. Thirdly, it means we can’t trust Casey as an ally if he and Raph are going to be distracted by each other. Fourthly, Raphael is abandoning the family by-“

“That is enough, Leonardo. Have I ever told you of the green-eyed monster?”

Leonardo snorted, “I think I’m a little old for ghost stories, Sensei.”

“Oh, but it’s not a ghost story, my son. The green-eyed monster is very, very real. You see, the green-eyed monster attacks those who have what he does not.”

Leonardo frowned, “I don’t understand, Sensei.”

Splinter took a calm sip of his tea, “Jealousy, my son, is a very ugly thing.”

“I am not jealous of Raphael!”

“Ah, but what of Casey?”

Leonardo froze, “…Sensei?”

“You have always clung very tightly to your brothers, Leonardo. Why don’t you tell me what is truly bothering you about this relationship?”

Leonardo looked down at his hands in shame, “I don’t want Casey to take Raph away from me. From all of us, really.”

“Do you really think he will?”

Leonardo sighed, “No. I just want to be the one making Raph that happy. Why can’t we be enough?”

“Ah, but my son, there are some things we cannot give Raphael. The relationship he shares with Casey is one of those things.”

Leonardo sighed, “…I should go apologize.”

“I think that would be best, yes.” Splinter reached out and placed his hand on Leonardo’s arm, “I know it is hard for you, my son. For so long you and your brothers could only seek comfort in each other, but now Raphael has found Casey, and it is quite obvious that Casey is very much in love with your brother.”

“He had better be, for his sake,” Leonardo growled. He stood and bowed to his father before walking out to see Casey leaning against the pillar nearest Splinter’s room, without actually being within hearing range. “Casey.”

“Leonardo.”

Leo nearly flinched. It was rare that Casey used his first name, and the cold tone of his voice, not to mention how softly he spoke, told Leonardo volumes about how truly angry the older man was. “I want to apologize.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I was out of line in there. I just… I don’t want you to take my brother away from me.”

Casey walked over to Leo and put his hands on Leonardo’s shoulders, “Leo, I would never dream of trying to take Raph away from you guys. You’re his family.”

“It’s really stupid to be jealous of you, I know, but… he and Master Splinter and Mike and Donnie are all I have, you know? There’s you and April, but-“

“At the same time, there isn’t. I get it, Leo. It’s okay.”

Leonardo smiled, “Thanks Casey. Now I need to apologize to Raph, but one more thing before I do. If you hurt him, I will kill you.”

Casey chuckled, “If Raphie doesn’t get to me first, sure.”

Leonardo nodded and walked away to find his brother, feeling a little bit lighter.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.


Title: Little Things
Fandom: TMNT 2003 Cartoon
Characters: Casey Jones/Raphael Hamato
Prompt: 097. Writer's Choice: Little Things
Word Count: 548
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary:I t's the little things
Author's Notes: Written for blueeyeassassin before I signed up for fanfic100.

097. Writer‘s Choice: Little Things

It was the little things, Casey mused, that made Raph so interesting. Yeah, he was a mutant turtle with a bad attitude and a short fuse, but that was on the surface. You would never know from looking at him that Raph loved being up at the cabin in the woods, curled up in front of the fire with a mug of hot chocolate, just staring at the flames. Or that Raph cried at the end of The Seven Samurai. Not flat out bawling, but silent tears that streamed down his face that Casey never commented on. There was the way Raph smiled when telling a story about something his brothers had done that day, and the way he smiled that was just for Casey alone. There was the way Raph moved around Casey’s kitchen, growling at Casey that he didn’t want Casey botching a fight because he couldn’t think on an empty stomach, or because the growling of his stomach would give them away. There was the way that Raph’s eyes crinkled when he laughed, really laughed, at something, and there was the way Raph’s breath hitched just the littlest bit whenever Casey leaned in close. Hell, Raph had done that even before they had gotten together, and Casey may be dense, but he wasn’t that dense not to see that the younger turtle had a crush on him.

Casey leaned back in his chair and smiled. Continuing on that line of thought, there was the way Raph said his name in their more intimate moments, just the barest of whispers, as if anything louder would make Casey disappear. There was the way Raph looked at him sometimes, like he didn’t know why Casey was with him. Casey remembered their first kiss, the way Raph had looked at him right after Casey broke the kiss; young and vulnerable and almost afraid to hope… of course, then Raph had punched him in the face, angry with Casey for joking around like that until Casey kissed him again. There was the way that Raph always leaned into Casey’s touches just the slightest bit when awake, and purred like a cat when Casey would caress him as he slept.

Like any couple, they had their problems, but it was the little things that made it worth it, Casey thought. No matter how bad things got, Casey couldn’t honestly imagine waking up in the morning without seeing a box of Raph’s favorite cereal sitting on the counter, or getting ambushed in the shower at night. Sometimes, he and Raph would spend hours making love (and oh, how Raph hated it when he called it that), and sometimes they would just lie there in each other’s arms, just holding each other.

Casey blinked when he felt his coffee mug being removed from his hand as Raph curled against his side, “Hey!”

Raph took a long sip from the mug, “Stop your bitching, I wouldn’t have taken it if you weren’t sitting there with a dopey-ass look on your face.”

Casey stole back his coffee and drained it, “Brat.”

“Yeah yeah, you love me anyway. Start the movie, will ya?”

Casey smiled, and leaned in to kiss Raph, and soon, all thoughts of the movie were forgotten by the two on the couch.



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