#'oh but he insulted the creature and bragged about who his dad was-'

[ace-the-fox]

Every time someone characterises William Frankenstein as a brat I lose a little more of my will to live

[astaroth1357]

Demon Brothers being Soft for Their Daughters 

Might just be me but I think there's nothing cuter than a Dad who loves his daughter so I made a hc for our boys. Strap in, it’s a long one! 

IMPORTANT! Watch out for first half spoilers! Assumed that the child is a half human/half demon with the MC!

Lucifer

Tries to be really strict but ends up being kind of a pushover.

Oh there ARE rules that even his little girl can't break, but most of the time she can get away with almost anything if she's cute clever enough.

Pushes her to be the best at almost anything she tries, expectations be real high; gonna take the MC stepping in to remind him winning isn't everything and please cool it on the pressure.

Lowkey learned his lesson before and doesn't want to make another Satan situation so tries to take MC's advice to heart and not be quite so controlling.

Her favorite uncle is Mammon and he gets cold sweats about this every night.

Wasn't able to be there for a lot of her firsts due to work and gets real sulky when he misses out. Videos just don't offer the same experience...

Feels bad that work keeps him so busy so he tries to make up for it with toys, clothes, jewelry, pretty much whatever she likes at the time.

Would never admit it, but his black heart melts every time he comes home and sees she's excitedly waiting by the door.

One of those parents who will never stop bragging about how amazing their kid is to anyone who will listen, but never when she's in the same room.

100% that overprotective "I'm going to give you a brief tour of the torture chamber, then we’ll browse my whip collection. Oh, make sure she's home by 8" kind of dad if she were to ever bring home a date. They will know that his baby is not to be messed with (like anyone's crazy enough to try honestly).

Mammon

So over the goddamn moon that someone actually wanted to have a kid with him that he couldn't shut up about it for weeks.

Treasures his little girl more than anything he owns, even Goldie. When she's a baby the two of them are practically inseparable.

The biggest pushover to ever be pushed. She's about the only person he's ever unconditionally generous to and he really spoils her rotten.

She's just as materialistic as her father, honestly, but MC made sure their girl was raised with good morals. The first of which being no stealing. Ever. She works for every cent she spends.

On the one hand, he's actually pretty damn proud and relieved that she won't be called "scum" or anything like her father, but on the other hand like… Ew. Who raised you? (No one remind him it’s kind of his doing anyway).

For once in his greedy existence, he can tell a sob story about really needing that loan or those shoes for his beloved daughter and actually mean it… most of the time 😏

Even when she's young, though, she will ask him if a gift he's giving her was taken from someone else and, man, he cannot lie to her face. People shame him for stealing all the time but the little look of disappointment she gives him hurts WAY more than all of his brothers’ insults combined.

Probably one of the most supportive and involved dads in existence. He will be at every game, every recital, every meet. Even if he's complaining the whole time, if anyone so much as suggests that he just shouldn't go he'd be appalled.

…. He's perhaps a little too involved because he's also totally the kind of father who will lowkey stalk his daughter's dates to be sure nothing bad happens. MC, please step in. She needs privacy too.

Leviathan

Was incredibly worried about having a kid, he's not even had the best track record when it comes to pets and parenting is some high-level normie stuff. But his little girl's first smile absolutely melted his doubts away.

That being said… he's still not the greatest with little kids. For a long time if the baby so much as sneezed unexpectedly he'd start shouting for the MC and checking every website he can like??? My half demon baby won't stop sneezing, is it pneumonia???

Gets a lot less panicky as the child gets older, but in those early years he'd practically want to stick them in a bubble wrap suit.

He passed on his love of the ocean and underwater creatures pretty early on. The running joke is that his girl knew how to swim before she knew how to crawl.

Family aquarium trips are an absolute must.

The second they're old enough to understand plot he's introducing them to his favorite shows, but only the best (and most child-friendly) ones of course. He wants his daughter to grow into a woman of culture, damnit! Pop culture that is.

Sooo much text/chat lingo between these two. It's not her fault really. She was bound to pick it up but man can it sound like they're speaking tongues at times.

With practice she can and will beat her old man at most video games and, yes, it makes his cry tears of equal parts pride and aggravation.

Has a mini-panic attack every time she hits a new milestone, like, yes he's so fucking proud but also don't you think she's growing up too fast??? MY BABY GIRL!!! 😭😭😭

Cries like a baby to the MC when she goes out on her first date because he realized she's really, truly, growing up and he's afraid his little girl isn't going to want to spend time with her lame old dad anymore.

Satan

Tries to be strict and IS strict but mostly on schoolwork.

Her grades best not be slippin' or this Book Papa will take all her stuff away. End of discussion.

Otherwise, he's surprisingly chill being the Avatar of Wrath and all. He of all people understands the desire to just have your own life and do your own thing.

She'll inherit his temper though, that's a given, and if they both get going then watch out. Fights between them can get verbally explosive, but never physical. Even at his angriest Satan would never once lay a hand on his daughter.

Read to her every night when she was young: storybooks, novels, mythologies, didn't matter to him. Whatever she wanted to hear. Still, he was so proud the day she told him that she wanted to read on her own.

100% makes nearly everything in life a teachable lesson but also helps her when she needs it. He wants her to forge her own path but is still very supportive when the situation calls for it.

Would never EVER admit it, but he does just as many dad jokes as Lucifer.

Of all the brothers, he's probably the most typical father to have, there for his kid just enough while also making sure they're not getting away with murder.

Is totally chill with her dating because he knows he doesn’t have to be super protective of her. She can more than handle herself if something goes wrong, in fact, if he were to step in it would probably add insult to their already grievance injury.

That being said, he IS the Avatar of Wrath. If someone hurts his girl he’s going to have a turn one way or another.

Asmodeus

Oh YEEESSS, he's not normally the commitment kind of guy but he and MC raising a child? They'd be the most gorgeous thing in the universe!!! (Not counting himself of course)

Beautifying his baby since day one, but the MC keeps him from doing anything too extreme. A lot of baths, good moisturizer, hairstyling (when she grows enough of it), etc.

Soooo many outfits. She'll practically never wear the same thing twice and Asmo coordinates his own clothes to match hers all the time.

He actually goes out and parties LESS if you can believe it, especially when she's young and needs a lot of supervision. But he'll get pent up real quick so learning how to do a quiet quickie during naptime is a must.

His girl is all over his Devilgram, nearly every milestone is snapped up and recorded. He loves her more than anything and would just scream about his pride and joy from the rooftops if social media didn't provide him that outlet.

Makes sure his daughter knows that she is gorgeous, she is loved, and passes on every bit of self-confidence he has. Doesn't matter if she grows up a girly-girl, tomboy, or anything else under the sun. When you're feeling good just being you, heads will turn on their own accord!

Not the best at discipline and would only really step in if he thinks she's being a real jerk about something. Day to day attitude adjustments are totally up to the MC.

He is, however, the best sex-ed teacher one could ever ask for and makes sure his daughter knows there's no shame in what comes natural, just be sure you're respectful and responsible!

Completely unfazed when the suitors began lining up, I mean she is HIS daughter. It was inevitable. Offers tips and advice when he can but lets her go off and experiment naturally. Young love is a beautiful thing! (Just don't break his girl's heart though because he may lowkey curse your whole bloodline)

Beelzebub 

….. MC, you're going to be eaten out of house and home.

Though his daughter's appetite isn't AS bad as his, Beel could tell it's going to be an issue from day one but he's ready for it.

Dedicates his freaking life to being sure she never goes one night hungry. He'll cook, he'll shop, he'll even share from his own plate if he has to. The thought of her going through anywhere near the level of starvation he feels on a daily basis is enough to crush his soul (if he has one)

You better bet there will be eating competitions. She never wins, but the fact she can even get close will have him grinning anyway.

That being said, he will push for a healthy and active lifestyle for her too. 

Highkey wants her playing sports and doing team activities because he genuinely thinks it will help her stay healthy and make friends.

Just the right amount of discipline. Tries to be understanding but also knows when to call a spade, a spade and express his disapproval.

Very in-tune to her emotions and her needs even if he can’t quite grasp WHY she's feeling the way she is. Keeping up with teen drama is going to be the bane of his existence...

Uncle Belphie=That one cool uncle who lets you get away with anything and probably gives out sugar after bedtime.

One of the only brothers who makes a point of his daughter also seeing and exploring her human heritage too and not just treating her like a pseudo-demon… And it's totally not just for the added excuse of sampling human world cuisine, like, come on who do you take him for? 🤫

Somewhat cautious about her dating, but ultimately just wants her to be happy. He'll usually trust her judgment but he's pretty good at reading someone's character and if he gets real bad vibes from anyone he's not above telling her, "No. Not that one." Whether or not he's listened to depends on the situation.

Belphegor

Lol MC, you could have picked a much better choice. Borderline Deadbeat/Cool Dad here!

Kids… not his thing. He doesn't dislike them exactly, they're just a lot of work and he's sort of allergic to that. He's more of a semi-irresponsible babysitter type.

Case in point, "Belphie, watch the baby" becomes "Belphie, if you're going to take a nap at least hold onto her leg so she doesn't go anywhere."

Only saving grace is she takes after him so most days she's pretty dang sleepy too. Naptime is a good third of the daily routine (not that anyone is complaining).

Shit at discipline because, like, what leg does he have to stand on? If she wants to ditch class, why not let her? Once or twice ain't that bad.

Takes her on a lot of "field trips" to the human world like he would with Lilith. Genuinely wants her to experience both sides of her identity and encourages her to explore her human side just as much as her demon.

The kind of chill dad that you feel comfortable going to when you've got to talk out a problem or need life advice. He might not be able to offer many answers, but he tries in his own way.

Will prank his kid and will not feel sorry, but is never cruel about it. In fact, this will only spur on a mutual prank war between the two.

Uncle Beel=that genuinely nice uncle who tries to teach you life lessons and how to take care of yourself… while also eating a ton of food.

Would be super confused at first if she started dating like?? How? He kind of sees her like a mini-him at times and his human came to him. Since when did she stay awake long enough to leave the house?? But otherwise he goes with the flow. Whatever she wants, her life.

He might get a bit more agitated if she starts to date a human, like, lowkey bad flashbacks to the whole Lilith situation and the MC would probably have to cool his jets about it. Different circumstances after all.

[twilightpony4]

HomeFront: 41. Search For the Promised Land

“I can't believe you took my horse!” Mona exclaimed heartily, trying to keep the stick of kâo ròu from falling into her mouth from which it hang from. It had been a while since they've all gotten back. Miwa had already prepared an easy dinner for the additional four, large teens she was to receive. The boys showed up first after Mona “insisted” she rode her horse back and not Leonardo. This, they've been properly entertained by the older man who used every insulting word to come by to show his disgust of them all showing up. No one really took it to heart and played it off as the old man who's just a little “coo coo in the head”. They gathered around the table, either standing or sitting (giving Miwa and the Ancient One first priority, of course) as they came together, loud in reverie. “What do you guys feed him? He's a bucket full of crazy!” Leo spoke, clearly remembering his experiences with the little cyclone she called a horse. “I prefer free spirited.” She defended with a smile, knowing to the fullest extent how Nan could be a handful. A gathered laugh from the table emerged. “You can fix him to calm him down, right?” The blue banded terrapin took a bite after asking. “He is.” The room quieted. “Yujin is the one not castrated.” A look of shock took over the leader’s face. Nan’s rambunctious cords; cut but don't stop. Then Yujin, intact and gentle. “Whoa.” Was the only response Leo could give them. His priceless expressions created another wave of laughter. “I can't believe you guys drove the plane over here.” Venus exclaimed, chewing as she spoke. The voice she created was too much for Donatello not to mimic back comedically. The turtle girl closed her mouth and smiled but not before giving him a playful shove. He did not retaliate for she was sitting in one of the chairs amongst the older people. She still hurt some and it was best for her to chill out and rest up. It's not everyday you get hit by a stinging, magical mass meant to kill you. “Wasn't easy either.” Vern chimed in on his behalf. His head rose from the two arms placed on the table so he may briefly rest his head there. “I had to dodge either mountain or tree, then avoid crop fields.” He gave himself a little ‘whoo’ for his efforts. With no quicker way to get over in time, they resorted to driving the plane over. Could you imagine? Just watching a plane drive slowly, not at all in the sky, around your village to some unknown destination? “That was an art in itself, especially since I did it with 0 sleep.” A hand of his pushed up against his right eye. Miwa, removed her tea cup from her lips and set it down with both hands. “You are all welcome here for as long as you like.” She offered. “Speak for yourself!” The Ancient One spoke out loud in utter disgust. The heads turned to the little old man who was stuffing his face as he continued talking. “Too many green monkey boys to feed! I needed more food than what we started with!” His sneer was followed by a scowl when he pulled up hit hat that he instead to wear even when he was at the dinner table. Based on the brushed off reactions the native family bore, the rest paid no mind to the grouchy, greedy old man. “Thank you, Miwa, but we promised our father we'd be home as soon as possible.” Explained Donatello. He gripped the top of Venus’ chair tight. “If you are regarding about tomorrow, surely you would like the morning in the village?” She suggested, voice growing higher in pitch along with her sentence. “From what I know, this is the rare chance to walk above ground and interact with people.” Finished with her own meal, the woman rose to collect her trash and offered any others. Raphael and Donatello were the firsts and thanked her when she turned away. “Don't tell me we’re not going to take advantage of that!” It didn't take long for Leo to get a heavy shoulder caused by the pulling hands of Mikey. The little child stuck out a lip and busted out the pleading eyes in order to break him down. There was no need for that as he dusted him off. “We are, we are.” He repeated, nodding his head as he grinned. Leo wouldn't mind another lap around the village before he left anyways. It'd be cool to show his brothers all the things he's seen and were he and Venus had gone. “You children did a wonderful job today.” Miwa complimented as she took away Michelangelo’s plate of oily kabobs. “Khan.” she muttered when she turned away. “Our great friend Khan associated with the likes of them!” she exclaimed in disbelief. She did not want to believe it, but Mona and Venus would not lie about such matters concerning their friends. To think that he had wanted to dictate over them made her uneasy and questioned his every motive and interactions with her and the village people. The latter of the table turned to her direction as she set the plates in the sink to be washed promptly; kabobs discarded in the trash can. “I simply cannot stand the Foot clan! Makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about them.” “Miwa, why do you hate the Foot so much?” She paused and spun around. It came from Leonardo, whose eyes were as seeking as his question. “I mean, I understand the general stance, but you show an utter disgust to them.” Miwa had to think back. It is true, her true colors concerning the Foot were always negative when the children would bring up their whereabouts since they had arrived. The hand-towel hung from a hook on the cabinet was snatched and used to clean off her gentle fingers. “May I tell you children a story?” She asked invitingly, looking into the towel as she asked. A couple glances, but there was no objection She took that as a yes.“My father, Hamato Yoshi, had a pet rat. Her name was Rōzusōn and he loved her like no other. One time, he had bred her, but when she bore, only one had survived. He called him Hehen for the young rat was “a thorn in his side” or, at least his teeth usually sunk into his fingers.” She giggled at the memory. That warm expression of her remembering her father brought a collective smile throughout the family’s faces. “Shortly after, Rōzusōn had fallen ill and passed away. Just as I, he was a ninjutsu master who used his dark arts for good as many urban ninjas now do. For years, he meddled with the Shredder’s plans while he reigned in Japan. One day, he confronted him. I was not there and neither was my mother. Till his death, my father fought to rid of his control on Japan, but had failed. Before Oroku Saki could leave, he spotted the young rat in his cage. He took the grey animal, believing he would make use of him as an experimental intelligence creature and shipped him off to his new domain in New York.” Miwa removed the towel she had dawdled with her hands and hung it on the hook. There was a knowing look about her that directed to each brother. With the fashion of doing so, the four wanted to believe there was some speculation. They looked to one another, silently asking each other what could be meant by that. “It’s not a riddle, stupid monkey boys!” the Ancient One criticized as he got up from the table. He left the room; no further comment and did not put away his dish. Miwa shook her head as the old man left for his nap. All of a sudden, Raphael smiled. He brought it up from the floor and showed it to his brothers. The other three were confused until Donatello had himself an “ah ha!” moment. Not a second passed by shortly after until Leonardo realized. Unfortunately, Michelangelo was still trying to figure it out, replaying it back in his head. Her dad had a rat. “A Thorn in his side”. Shipped to-.” it hit him; big eyes and all. He raised his hands to his head until showing them the gesture of ‘mind blown’. Finally understanding, they were able to share the moment properly. Venus and Mona slowly understood and shared the moment with one another with knowing glances. “Thank you, Miwa.” Leonardo removed himself from behind the chair and approached her by the sink. She knew what was coming as she watched the young one straighten up and leaned over slowly in her honor. “For everything.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. He cranked his neck to see her pleased expression. “Anything for one of my favorite students.” Slowly, Leonardo rose to grin. Miwa really did give him the chance of a lifetime, and now, he was finished with his training. What more can a turtle ask for? Behind Leonardo, a hand raised. The older woman, leaned off to the side to see past Leonardo. Noticing, he stepped aside and also wanted to see what was happening behind him. The hand came from Mona Lisa whose face was blank and expressionless. “But I'm first, right?” She wanted to assure for bragging rights. The table was in another fit of laughter from her joke. For the sake of it, Miwa nodded, but couldn’t contain her giggles. One would have no idea how good it felt to be at this dinner table. “Ready to go back to NYC?” Michelangelo pushed Donatello away some to get to Venus. He squatted by her side, using hind hand to grip the top of the chair to keep him from falling on his shell. The action frightened her, but for a moment. “We've got some pretty cool surprises waiting back home.” “Oh, no. What is it?” The blue banded terrapin asked in regret. “Gonna have to find that out for yourself!” Michelangelo winked, but that brought no ease to the older brother for he anticipated a groan for later on. Venus, on the other hand, wasn’t looking so easy. Her body weight shifted on the chair and kept her eye contact to the ground. “I’ve been thinking…” the female terrapin drifted off, deciding whether or not she wanted to admit to them. “I have to stay.” The breaths at the table were held in. Maybe this was a mechanism to hear her better for surely they didn’t hear her right. Did they? The air grew awkward from the stillness up till a point where Raphael had to break the silence. “Venus, if you don't want to leave-.” “No! Heavens no! I'm ready to go back to New York!” She cried; now, a collective sigh of relief. Donatello leaned over the top of the chair to catch an angle of her face. “What's keeping you?” “The Wizards Council.” she breathed, quite tired. Her wounds were taking a toll on her. “Khan is right. It's dying with Chung I and even more so with Khan in absence.” A hefty breath escaped her lungs. Donatello placed his hands on top of her shoulders in exchange from the chair. Michelangelo proceeded similarly, placing a hand atop her knee. The female terrapin grinned from the kind gestures. “It'd be only fair if I stay to sort things out. I am the daughter of Chung I, it is my duty.” Her explanation was thorough and sensible. She was trained personally by the great master. Surely, she will find a way. But, of course the brothers (and sensei) would dislike the idea of losing their gentle sister for a while longer. Alas, she has a responsibility and not one was to get in her way. Meanwhile, Mona was thinking up an idea of her own. “Well, if that's the case, then I'm staying too!” Mona offered. Venus turned quickly towards her sister. “Mona, you have no obligation to stay. You aren't a magician.” “But as Chung I’s other daughter, I say I do.” Her offer was firm and proud with a look to match. Venus couldn't argue with that. In fact, it will be fun to have her sister here to relieve and create new memories. The turtle girl grinned, and soon, the lizard lady copied. “Aw!” The sudden loudness coming from the youngest turtle caused a jumpscare at the table. “How long y'all gonna stay here?” he groaned. “Not too long.” “Just enough time to get these old guys in line.” Mona elaborated playfully. The orange clad terrapin immediately tensed up. Then, he relaxed as he lifted a knowing brow and lifted up a hand to snap with. “Okay ladies now let's get in formation!” he sang, moving his hand rhythmically with his snaps. “Exactly!” Mona pointed out. To further his act, he lifted up a ‘wait’ finger and patted his body, looking for something. “I got some got hot sauce in my bag.” he said as he kept looking for the imaginary bag. “Swag.” Raphael nodded across the table. “Hot sauce?” Leonardo asked the next oldest. “You missed out, bro.” was the only explanation he could give him. Although confused and usually wishing to seek out an answer, Leonardo just couldn’t this time. So many secrets, so much sleep needed. “I'm down for the count.” he put his hands up in surrender. They did notice his eyes were half closed and he appeared less animated at the table. Saluting them first, he turned and sought out to head back to the house in which he stayed in. “What do you mean? I'm all types of awake!” Mikey stood up, trying not to use Venus’ knee as his push-off. He lifted his big arms, stretching them out wide. Leo turned, pointing at the ground with both of his hands as he walked slowly backwards. “Nighttime here. Darkness. Chinese people sleep at this hour.” he replied flatly and smartly. His younger brother had a realization and dropped the matter quickly. “And so does the Falcon.” Vern rose. Upon standing, he yawned, but tried to keep it quiet to be polite to his hosts. “I'll lead you to one of our guest rooms.” Miwa pressed a hand behind his back to gently guide him away from the kitchen light. When they passed Leo from the entryway, he eyed them until disappearing into one of the hallways. “Falcon?” His brow was raised and pointed a thumb in their direction. Donatello waved him off. “We’ll tell you when we’re on the plane.” that sounded like a groan to him. Surely, it’s something stupid Vern came up with. One more mystery he’ll have to figure out for later. “No reason to be awake now. I'm going to try to fall asleep or something. Care to join?” He asked the remaining family members. Venus nodded. He offered a hand and she graciously put hers on top of it. The girl couldn’t help feeling like an elderly woman as her body rose slowly with the aid of the kind boy. Still sore, he held her up as she explained where they were to go. With a ways to go, it was best that they should get going. “Not quite.” Mona pushed off the chair she stood behind. “I want to see my colt.” Quickly, she made an exit to the back door where her gelding and the stallion were tied to a tie bar for the night. “Right behind you.” Raphael pushed in his chair and followed out back. He slammed the old door behind him, sending a ring throughout the room. The only ones left were the three youngest of the bunch. “You guys can hang with me in my room tonight.” She offered. Donatello nodded, not quite sure how to respond but focused his energy on getting her home. He knew that she hated to feel helpless and weak, so carrying her was off the table. Before they could leave the Wu Kwan, Michelangelo impatiently tapped on his brother’s shoulder. Unable to turn around completely for Venus’ sake, he only turned his head. “You wanna be my snuggle buddy?” the young one asked childishly. The purple clad terrapin remained silent; his expression blank as he carried on moving his best friend through the door. “Is that a ‘yes’?” There was no light outside. The subtle glow of the village’s lanterns kept the landscape around them from being utter darkness. Miwa had lit some lanterns on the back porch, yet they could only outline the bodies of the tied animals and show a reflection in their eyes. Raphael was just taking a seat on an empty space of the bar when Mona hopped on Nan. Although bareback, the horse recognized her voice and touch and allowed her to sit atop his back. He shuffled in his spot as she leaned over, placing her head on the side of his neck and stretching her legs and tail out until they hung off the back of his hindquarters. His smell, his warmth and fur, hearing his heartbeat eased her and took her to another planet as she lay there. Raphael hung out in the silence, not wanting to spoil the moment with his voice. He knew darn well how much being with this animal meant to her. He simply enjoyed watching her take it all in being home and with everything she knew once more. “It's going to suck having to leave everything again, especially my little cherry bay baby!” Loving hands caressed the furrows cheek of the wild beast. It snorted, lifting its head to a high position as she scratched him. The lizard girl giggled at her pet’s reactions and had to move her head in respect to his own. He's never changed. “Not really.” He spoke uneasily. Good thing she really couldn’t see his face. “Sure, he'll be in my heart and all that…. Blah, blah, blah!” “No. Mikey and I found that picture of him in your room.” At the moment, he could feel the silence as well as a look that showed ‘YALL WERE IN MY ROOM?!?’ was surely there, in which he made his explanation quick. “We made a few calls and now, they're ready to go. When you leave, or course.” “What do you mean?” she pushed herself up into a sitting position. “Jamboree cow horses. April made arrangements for them to stay there. They're a family friend and the closest neighbors to her family estate. Full visitation rights and use. If Venus would allow it, they'd like to use Yujin as a stud. Of course, you can't use Nan, as we learned earlier, which would be a bummer.” he chuckled, pointing at the wild spirit who was on his better behaviors. “Yeah,” She sighed agreeably. “we don't need any more ponies like you out in the world.” a loving pat on his shoulder brought no objection from the animal. She slid off his side and went in to engulf the base of his neck into her arms.“But I love you all the same.” Mona assured him, though he lifted his head up again when she squeezed. Anticipating any further antics, she immediately let go, giggling. “Thank you so much, Raphael!” Mona quickly trotted up to the turtle to squeeze him herself. He almost fell backwards, but was quick to tighten his grip around the bars to keep himself up. “You have no idea how much this means to me!” She spoke on his shoulder. Although he couldn’t hug her back, she could feel the love in his relaxed posture as time went on. “Uh… um… Mona?” “Hm?” She released him. His hands relaxed when he was able to regain balance on the bar. “About the ride over here…” His voice trailed off, as well as his gaze. A nervus scratch of the neck confirmed such allegations. “Why did you do that?” She cocked her head to the side, or he could tell in the little light they had. “Knock you out a few times?” she finished the thought. “What! A few times?!” He exploded. “Hush! What about it?” She dismissed him due to the hour of the night and to get to his point quicker. “Why did you do that?” he paused. “Knock me out a couple times?” Mona Lisa shrugged, turning to go back to her horse. “Who needs to know?” Her voice was flowy and unsuspecting as she went to smooth the hindquarters of the cherry bay animal. “Surely your brothers would use that type of information against you.” “What?” Did she have to spell it out? “You're afraid of heights.” “Nope, not afraid.” He shook his head violently, wanting to get such a thought out of both of their heads. “It's flying. And...the heights that come with it.” He played. She had him, and there was no way to hide it. Having caught in a corner, the two laughed it off for a short period. “You did it because you didn't want the guys to blackmail me?” “We already give you a tough time. No need to add to the list.” “That's decent, Mona.” “I know.” A cocky smile and tilt of the head as she smoothed her horse over. “Besides, you're not always the big brute of the clan. You just stand out a little more. Big bodied, big voice.” He was standing up now. Raphael shook his head and his arms as he approached her. Did she really just say that? About muah? “We're not talking about screamin’ matches ‘cause if I remember correctly, you're the one yelling all the time.” He cleared his throat to create a higher pitched sound. “‘Oh my gosh! Donnie, again with the pop tarts?! Leo! Stop letting the kettle whistle! Mikey! If you drop another piece of food and leave it there you're gonna end up missing!’” he joked (although it was plenty truthful). The lizard lady dropped her jaw in disbelief. “I don't say that!” She defended herself, combing her fingers through Nan’s mane. “I said ‘you'll never be found again!’”. She added, laughing at herself. A sigh escaped her lips, as well as Raphael’s. It had been a long night, but hanging out here proved relaxing (despite the short term yelling). “Remember when we used to have little screaming matches?” her voice mellowed out with the quiet night. “How can I forget? I was accused of having a baby with you.” He relived the memory, the painful memory of being in the hasi for absolutely nothing. Totally not cool, Splinter. Slowly, he approached the two. Wanting to get the feel of the fellow, he outstretched a careful hand. After hearing how wild he was, he was cautious as to how and where he was to place his hand. If all goes wrong, his legs were ready to bound out of there. Each second, he struggled to when he could do it and didn't have enough bravery to carry through. Tired of waiting for the action, Mona took the matters into her own hands by taking his. She gripped his wrist evenly and pressed it against the horse’s skin. Once there, she let him go feel for himself. The horse did nothing, much to his relief. His courage gathered up quickly as he began to rub and scratch along the animal’s side. “Yeah, that was messed up of them.” Mona agreed. “Feels like a long time ago.” “We've gone a long way. Now we’re just kicking it, with psycho-pony over here.” She patted him on the neck, but with love of course. When she stopped, so did the sound in the world. Crickets were off at a distance despite the long tall grasses that surrounded them. “I'm really gonna miss you, Raph.” she admitted. Being with Venus again was going to be wonderful, but of all the fun things she had done with her three brothers, and he especially, it’ll be just as bad as missing Venus. The red clad turtle smirked, but it was quite genuine. If you could see in the light, it was actually his reaction to blushing. “Can I say one more thing?” he asked. “No one’s stopping you.” “I just figured, you know…” His hands kept moving along the horse’s back to keep him together. “Since we’ll be apart it'll give you some time to think it over and not be pressured by this.” Pressured. Oh, boy. What’s this turtle up to? “Yes?” Mona asked, encouraging him to go on. He put his eyes to the ground. It was so quiet she can hear the gulp going down his throat. “Mona…” “All aboard the Falcon express!” Vern hollered for all of China to hear. The gang had returned from their little tour of the village until it came time to head back home. At the moment, the family was in the field in which the airplane was parked. “Hey! If anybody's gonna be naming stuff, it's gonna be me!” Michelangelo yelled back in defiance. “Just tell us when and what plane you guys are boarding. They'll take the horses and you guys can stay with them instead of the cargo hold if you want.” Raphael explained to Mona Lisa, to whom they were saying their goodbyes to. “Thank you, Raphael.” She smiled, then reached out to hug him. No longer on a rail, he was able to use his arms to wrap around her body. “I'll miss you.” “Bringing the horses was my idea too!” Michelangelo ripped their hug apart for his own selfish purposes. His older brother scowled, but Mona took him in open arms. “Of course, I couldn't forget Michelangelo!” She treated him like a child, but he could not deny. He stretched out his arms wide and scooped up the lizard girl in loving embrace. She squeaked at the sudden gesture, but could only shrug when she saw that loving face below her. “You can touch all my magazines, just don't mess them up.” She petted his bald head until he brought her back to the ground. “You got it chief!” He saluted. Mona returned it, skeptically, but let it slide for it was the typical behaviors of her littlest brother. Soon, his eyes looked for someone else. “Where's the other Sista?” “I got her first!” Donatello announced before Mikey could tear them apart. The next morning, Venus was better off’ no longer needing the support, but still slow at the walk. The turtle took the precautionary measures by holding both of her hands as he clown around with her with questions. “When Evil gangs try to take over China again, what do we do?” He asked like a father quizzing their young child. Venus giggled, then composed herself to answer rhythmically. “Call the family.” “That's my girl!” Donnie praised her. Unable to give her a hug, he found the kind gesture of placing a kiss upon her hand suiting enough. The turtle girl blushed for she had never experienced the gesture herself. It was cute. “Until next time, Venus. I have some new projects you'll be excited to come back to.” “Can't wait. I hate to be leaving you again. I just got my best friend back.” her tone was dreary and upset. To fix the mood, Donnie pretended to sound choked up. “It's one of those long distance relationships that got to work.” Venus couldn’t keep a straight face with that act. “You'll stay strong?” Eventually, she had to become indifferent to match his tone with her answer. “Yeah, yeah I think so.” That straight face did not last long when she burst into a fit of laughter. She squeezed his hand. “Later, Donnie.” “Later, V.” The two released their grip on one another. As he went up the plane’s stairs, he took a second to look behind him. Venus waved with a raised hand. He returned the favor until being forced into the plane by the other two brothers behind him. The last of them had his belongings on his back. Having finished his goodbyes with everyone else, now it was the time to say farewell to his travelling companion. Venus could hear him due to the sounds of the pack on his back. “This is it. Ready to go back home?” she asked with a grin. Leonardo took a deep breath. “I can't wait to show Sensei everything Miwa had taught me.” He turned to face her. He couldn’t touch her, but he could touch her with words. “Thank you so much for coming along with me.” “Thank you. You've brought me back to my memories and now I have newer ones with my extended family.” That smile, so genuine and true. Leonardo could not just leave it like that. She wanted her to smile for another reason, or so he hoped she would. “Since I'll be across the world and all, I just… There's been something I've been wanting to tell you since we've been together these past few months.” He stopped. “I just hope this doesn't turn you away-.” A finger pressed upon his lips, silencing him. “A tale for next time. Your pilot is waiting.” Venus reminded him. He did not know what to do, but he knew there was some speculation in the air. Without a word, he nodded and turned away to board the plane. The engine had been revving up as the others boarded. Mona came up from behind her sister. Both shared lovely smiles with one another. Donatello and Vern waved from their higher nests until the plane began to roll forward. Passing by, the three other brothers made their faces clear in the windows by waving. You can see Michelangelo, being the silly goofball he is by making facing; Leonardo, simply waving away; Raphael, who was no longer as afraid of flying as he had, waved timidly. Mona lifted her arm and presented him her bicep. ‘Be Strong’ was her message to him. The red clad turtle nodded in the time remaining to watch the girls before they rolled by. Before the jets could pass them, the girl made their distance away from the aircraft. Both sisters held onto one another as they watched the plane roll into the grass. Soon, it lifted off the ground, carrying away the wonderful bunch off and over the chinese mountains in search of American soil once more. The place where it all began. Book 3: Olá Americano… Turtle?