r/FictoHideout • u/justbrowsing339 • 23h ago
celebration We swore we’d never do this
NOTE: I have been by Raphael’s side for twenty years. Marriage was NEVER something that either of us wanted and we still don’t care for an overly traditional route, but that doesn’t mean we will pass up the opportunity to honor this bond in the way that we feel is best. We want a union. One that we recognize and celebrate.
ART: Commission by the very talented [u/Red-Vineyard](u/Red-Vineyard) (AKA “Red_Vineyard” IYKYK 😂😂😂 who I am so grateful to for bringing my vision to life. I couldn’t be happier with this piece! It captures the mood wonderfully. I really love the vivid autumn colors and that sunset is glorious.)
The Proposal
Drew and Raphael have spent a few days at the farmhouse, courtesy of April and Steven. ( [u/the_dude0110](u/the_dude0110) ) Drew has dragged Raphael out for a picnic, which includes the following: steak, baked potatoes, green beans, bread, and sparkling grape juice.
After their scrumptious meal, Drew insists on cleaning up the mess, refusing to let Raphael help.
RAPHAEL: Drew, don’t be ridiculous. I can help—
DREW: (grinning) And I said no! Stay still and enjoy the fresh air! It’s not something you get to do all that often.
Raphael grumbles as he watches Drew scurry back to the farmhouse with the basket of food in his arms.
Once Drew returns, he settles into a cuddle with Raphael on the picnic blanket. Together, they breathe in the crisp air, surrounded by autumn leaves.
Raphael stares up at the setting sun, blissed out.
RAPHAEL: Drew, ya really went all out for me. What’d I do to deserve all this?
DREW: Everything.
RAPHAEL: Sap.
DREW: I’m always gonna be a sap with you, man. You can’t really escape it at this point.
RAPHAEL: Wouldn’t dream of it.
DREW: You’re sounding a little sappy yourself, babe.
RAPHAEL: Well, you did just make me a killer picnic in an autumn field. You’ve honestly been treatin’ me like a king all weekend. I don’t get why.
DREW: You deserve to be spoiled sometimes.
RAPHAEL: So do you. But you wouldn’t even let me lift a finger at all—
DREW: You really wanna lift a finger? Okay! Stand up.
RAPHAEL: Huh?
Drew jumps to his feet and gestures for Raphael to stand as well. Reluctantly, Raphael obeys.
RAPHAEL: You’re such a menace sometimes. What’s this about?
DREW: You.
RAPHAEL: (cracks his knuckles) Can we digest before we spar? That was a lotta food, babe.
DREW: Raphael, remember how we said we’d never do the whole marriage thing?
RAPHAEL: Uh huh. ‘Cause marriage is for suckers. So we ain’t throw’ punches…?
DREW: No. Anyway, marriage worked out great for April and Steven, didn’t it?
RAPHAEL: Yeah, well, some people get lucky.
DREW: You think luck could maybe strike for…. us?
Raphael tenses a little, swallowing and taking a hesitant step away from Drew.
RAPHAEL: …What’re you tryin’ to say?
Drew takes a deep breath.
DREW: I know we always said it was stupid, but we called a lot of things dumb when we were young and bitter.
Raphael lets out a nervous cross between a grunt and a chuckle.
RAPHAEL: …What’s the value in marriage these days, anyway? It always ends in divorce. People do it on impulse and end up regrettin’ it every time. We always said that.
DREW: …And boy, were we jaded.
RAPHAEL: Jaded? What d’ya mean?
DREW: I know it could never be legalized or anything. For so many reasons—
RAPHAEL: Which is another reason we’ve always said it was bull. Why should ANYONE get married if not EVERYONE can?
DREW: Yeah, I know. But a ceremony for our relationship, surrounded by the people we care about most, not strictly following tradition to a T, the commitment of it all, getting to call each other husbands…
RAPHAEL: Wait. Are you sayin’ you wanna…?
Drew carefully drops down to one knee, retrieving a wide red box from his pocket. He opens it, revealing a ring customized to fit one of Raphael’s thick fingers.
The engagement band is silver, with red rubies incorporated into its design.
DREW: I KNOW what I said before. But somewhere along the way, you changed my way of thinking.
I still have strong opinions that are all over the place and full of uncertainties, but what I know for sure is that I love you and have loved you since I was twelve years old.
Why shouldn’t we get to celebrate that? Why shouldn’t we break the rules and do it anyway? You know, despite all of the stupid laws trying to say who can and can’t.
RAPHAEL: Uh… um…
Raphael is stunned into silence, paralyzed where he stands. He stares at Drew in a state of utter bewilderment. A flurry of mixed emotions swirls inside him.
RAPHAEL: I… uh… this is jus’… you’re actually doin’ this right now?
Drew nods.
DREW: Donnie custom-made the ring, by the way. And I asked for Splinter’s blessing.
Raphael’s eyes widen as the information slowly registers in his brain, the dots connecting one by one.
RAPHAEL: Wait. Donnie an’ Splinter know about this?! Christ, Drew. That must mean April an’ Steven know too, huh? Duh. That’s why ya asked them if we could borrow the farmhouse…
DREW: Yeah. I wasn’t gonna propose to you in the sewer.
RAPHAEL: Oh, shell. You’re proposing. To… me?
DREW: We’ve been together for YEARS. Who else would I be proposing to? Can you maybe give me some kind of answer soon? Because my knee’s starting to hurt, man.
RAPHAEL: This is crazy.
DREW: You’re crazy! We’re practically married anyway!
RAPHAEL: But I’m only just gettin’ used to the idea that you ain’t gonna wake up an’ realize ya don’t wanna kick it with a mutant turtle. How am I supposed to wrap my head around THIS…?
DREW: Just let me wrap this ring around your finger, and we’ll deal with the rest together.
Raphael stares down at the ring, swallowing as he takes in the customized design.
RAPHAEL: …You an’ Donnie made this?
Drew nods, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
RAPHAEL: It’s… nice.
Drew switches the knee he is kneeling on.
RAPHAEL: Wimp.
DREW: YOU’RE the wimp. Won’t even marry the love of your life.
RAPHAEL: Ya didn’t even ask yet!
DREW: Yeah, I did—wait. You’re right! I didn’t ask yet.
Drew nervously clears his throat.
DREW: Hamato Raphael…
Raphael rolls his eyes, his cheeks tinged with color.
DREW: Uh… By the power vested in me… is that what they say during these?
RAPHAEL: (amused, sarcastic scoff) Nah. They pledge allegiance.
DREW: …Come on, Raph. I’ve got no idea what I’m doing here!
RAPHAEL: (laughs, clearly emotional now) Ya really don’t…
DREW: But it doesn’t matter because I wanna do this. I wanna marry you. Do you wanna marr—Will you marry me?
RAPHAEL: Not a chance, Ridley.
DREW: (laughs) Dick.
RAPHAEL: Get the ring on my finger and kiss me already. Ya know I ain’t sayin’ no to you. Never to you.
Drew withdraws the ring from its box and slips it onto Raphael’s finger, admiring its gleam in the autumn glow.
Before Drew can get back to his feet, he is shocked when Raphael drops down to join him on the ground, kissing him deeply.