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luciana-morningstar · 7 months ago

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One Shot

Aged Up Characters

Donatello x Fem OC (INFM)

Rated PG-13

TW : mention of and mild depictions of stillbirth, blood, etc. Implied nudity no descriptions.

A little angsty a little fluff, mostly fluff.

"Hell Tales"

:: Treasure ::

Donatello tried to open his eyes but he just didn't have the energy, nor the motivation to. They felt like sandpaper and stung and he wanted the darkness to remain, enveloping him in safety.

How could this happen? How could he have allowed this to happen?

Hours of research, mountains of books. He had even constructed another gauntlet for her that could read everything from her vital signs to her hormone levels, weight, the baby's heartbeat and weight, everything.

That flu she had contracted had prompted him to step it up.

Two babies. Twins. Little baby boys that looked like they had taken after more of his genetics this go around.

Not that Eris didn't sport some of his features. She certainly did. Yellow sclera and brown eyes, green skin the same hue as his, his purple markings and more appeared every year she grew, remenants of a more flexible plastron, and segments of a softshell protected her spine as much as it could, she even had his two toed feet which he was sure she would thank him for when she was older.

Sarcasm. That would likely not happen she would probably throw shoes at him.

But the little boys. They had looked like tiny versions of him.

And they had been perfect in his eyes.

And they had not taken a single breath in this world. Not one.

What had happened?

What had gone wrong?

From a scientific standpoint he could tell you that they had simply stopped developing prematurely and then had perished inutero.

Luciana's body had then done the most natural thing and had purged the nonviable pregnancy.

She had been so far along though it had no longer been a miscarriage. Those they had dealt with. Those he was more familiar with at this point.

Stillbirth?

Not so much.

The sight of the two beautiful little beings nonresponsive and far too small had rocked him to his very core. Creating new fractures in his soul, he was sure.

And then he had almost lost Luciana herself... hemorrhaging only seconds after the birth of the twin boys.

Too much blood. She had almost lost far too much blood too fast for even her supernatural healing abilities to contend with.

He could remember his brother barking orders at the gaggle of Fallen that acted as midwives. Oxytocin, she needed it intravenously in order to make her body stop the bleeding. Utero atony was what Leo had said, the blood vessels had simply not contracted after the birth and had hemorrhged.

He could remember the feeling of her blood on his hands, his arms, from holding the twins..

He could remember the way it smelled....not like when she offered it to him...this time it was coppery and pungent...too much of it...there was too much of it.

He could remember climbing onto the bed to sit behind her and have her propped against his plastron while he told Leo to give him one of his swords.

His brother had given him the oddest look at first, but, since he had his own half werewolf mate, he had understood Donatello's intention and handed one of the blades to him.

He barely felt the edge of the blade when he drew it down his arm, the small cut beading with golden ichor almost immediately.

Luciana was barely conscious when he tucked the cut against her lips and tilted her head back, rubbing at her throat to stimulate a swallowing reflex.

After exactly one minute and fifty six seconds ...he had counted...her eyes had opened and blazed scarlet as she latched onto his arm, a wild and panicked look etched across her features as she pulled herself back from the edge of death.

His vision had grayed and he had lost consciousness soon after that from blood loss.

Now here he was, reliving it all in his head, his eyes squeezed shut.

He didn't want to open them, didn't want to see the sorrow on her face. He couldn't handle it. It all felt too raw still.

"Donnie?"

But he could never deny her either.

He slowly opened his eyes, having to blink rapidly to clear the bleariness from them as he looked around.

He recognized the black sheer canopy that was over their bed.

The feeling of the black satin weighted comforter over him was calming and he flexed his fingers against the matching black satin sheets, cool and smooth and somehow clean again.

His eyes focused finally and he turned his head to his right.

His skin was green. This he knew. He saw it every day. A deep jade color.

Leaves were green too. They came in so many different shades and hues.

Emeralds. Beautiful gemstones created by the Earth herself.

But nothing....nothing would ever compare to the green of her eyes. Dark and deep like an untouched pine forest, with little flecks of violet, indigo and gold within.

He could get lost in them just searching for every little speck of color.

"Donnie? Are you okay? How do you feel? I'm sorry. I took too much..."

She was apologizing? For....taking too much of his blood so she wouldn't die? If she died...so too did he...and then Eris would be orphaned. No no. That wouldn't do.

He pushed himself to sit up and immediately grabbed for her, pulling her against his plastron in a crushing embrace that would have broken human bones.

He couldn't tell if it was him shaking or her.

"I'm okay..." He finally responded to her question, nuzzling into her hair so he was surrounded by her scent.

"Liar." He felt her breath against his clavicle and her hands grasped at him, just as desperate as his own, to cling to him.

There was no denying that they had become each other's life lines, each other's strength. There was no one sided anything in their relationship. They were equally each other's rocks. Each other's happy place.

And through their soul bond he could feel her barely holding it together, just the same as him.

So they clung to each other, as if their embrace could keep them from falling apart.

"I'm so sorry..." He heard her voice tremble just a bit.

"Don't you dare say that." He pulled back so he could look down at her, he could feel the pinprick of tears welling in the corners of his eyes, his brow scrunched in frustration.

"B-but-"

"Absolutely not, Luciana." He growled through his clenching jaw. "If anyone is to blame it can be me. I should have been able to monitor the pregnancy better, perhaps I missed someth-" his words were stopped short when she grasped him by the collar of the shirt he wore and yanked him back to her so she could press her lips to his in an anguished kiss, tears spilling over the corners of her own eyes to run down her pale opalescent cheeks.

Don could feel her despair pulsing through the bond. She didn't need him to take the blame. She just needed him.

He gently broke the kiss but stayed close to her so he could pepper her face, her neck, her shoulders in little kisses while he moved them both into a more comfortable seated position, propped against the numerous pillows on the enormous bed.

Then he pulled her closer to him and cupped her cheek in his much larger hand, brushing his thumb reverently over her cheek bone, smudging a tear that had fallen there.

He leaned back down to kiss her tenderly, pouring nothing but love and adoration through their bond to her, trying to convey just how much she meant to him.

She broke the kiss, biting back a small sob that he was sure broke his heart in two.

"There is nothing we could have done." He whispered softly, brushing his lips against her temple and nuzzling his beak into her hair again.

"Are you sure?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"I am sure, my love." He felt her crumble into his arms, no longer able to hold back the shoulder shaking sobs that wracked her body as she cried out the loss of the precious lives they had created out of love.

Lost. Two little lives, lost.

He felt his own tears finally fall as he crushed her to him, burying his face into her hair, holding her to him protectively, even though there was nothing he could do to protect her from this pain.

It was shared.

It seemed that minutes had passed but in reality it had been hours. The two suns of Hell had fallen and the red moon blazed in the sky, casting its eerie scarlet glow upon the outside world and their world within their room.

Don had held her until she had cried herself into an exhausted sleep. He was thankful she didn't dream in Hell. He was sure her dreams would have been haunted tonight.

He untangled himself from her as gently as he could and pushed himself to the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over and standing on shaky legs that protested at holding his weight.

He groggily made his way out of the room and down the corridor to the massive kitchen this wing shared. Stepping around the large island counter to the fridge so he could grab them both a bottle of water.

"Da?"

He froze.

How could he have forgotten...

The precious little girl he already had.

Donnie spun around to see Draconia and Leo standing behind the little four year old, sad smiles on their faces.

Leo gave Don a once over glance and took in his blood shot eyes and tear stained shirt and nodded.

"This little one has been asking for her Da for the last two hours." He said.

Donnie felt his lip tremble at the sight of his little girl who gazed up at him with wide curious eyes that turned concerned as she watched fresh tears fall from his eyes.

Being as advanced as she was, both intellectually and emotionally, she stepped away from her aunt and uncle to Don where she reached upwards for him.

"Don't be sad, Da. They're safe." She wriggled her fingers, five on each hand, for him to pick her up.

With a choked sob Don dropped the bottles of water he had held and scooped his daughter into his arms, cradling her to him gently.

"We....cleaned them. They have been placed in a cryo container until you are ready to...say goodbye. E drew them a little picture to take with them." Drake said softly.

Donnie opened his eyes, looking at his brother and sister in law over Eris' head. He mouthed the words 'thank you' before he squeezed his eyes shut again and nuzzled into his little girl's hair.

"Take all the time you need, hermano." Leo told him as he and Drake left the kitchen to return to their room.

Don gave Eris one last tight squeeze before he lifted his head from hers and looked down at her. She gazed up at him, her eyes mirroring his.

"It'll be okay, daddy." She whispered, pecking his cheek with a kiss.

"You are right, little nova. But for now I think we will keep you close. You are such a treasure to your mother and myself. Do you know that?" He nuzzled his beak against her cheek, a small flicker of delight bubbling in his chest when she chuffed at him in response.

"I'm a treasure?"

"Of course you are. You were created out of so much love, why, I am certain you are a gift. A most precious one. You bring so much light to our lives, little nova." He told her, pecking her cheek with a kiss.

"My brothers were made from love too?" She asked him. Don nodded silently in response, not trusting his words to not crack with emotion.

"Uncle Leo said they had to go to Heaven. So that they could share their love there. Do you think that's true, Da?" Eris asked. She was incredibly articulate for a four year old.

"I believe that's correct. Now. Let's go take this to your mama. She's very tired, so let's be very quiet, okay?" He said, picking the bottles back up off the ground, never putting the little girl down. Her little dragon tail curled upward around his arm as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck. He could feel the tiny little nubs of her horns that were coming in.

He wondered silently if the twins would have had horns too. They had not had long dragon-like tails, they had terrapin tails, a little longer than normal.

He shoved those thoughts from his mind as he carried his daughter with him back to the bedroom, closing the door with his foot.

He set Eris on their bed where she crawled over to Luciana and tucked herself under the comforter to snuggle into her.

His wife stirred and her eyes opened to look down at what had tucked into her.

"Oh...oh my little starshine. My beautiful baby girl." Lux wrapped her daughter in a tight hug, burying her face in the little girl's auburn hair.

Donatello set a bottle of water on her night stand and then opened his own, downing the whole thing, the plastic crinkling in his grip.

Okay so maybe he had been dehydrated?

He looked up when he heard the sweet little voice of his daughter as she spoke to Luciana who was silently crying as she clutched her only child to her.

"It's okay, Mama. My brothers are gonna share their love with the angels and show them." She was saying as she patted hwr mother's cheek with her little hand.

"Show them what, baby girl?" Lux asked, her voice shaking.

"That love comes from Hell too." The little girl said matter-of-factly.

Don walked into the bathroom and tossed the empty bottle into the waste basket. He then leaned heavily on the double vanity, staring at his reflection.

He definitely looked a mess. There were bags under his eyes making them appear dark and bruised. His eyes themselves were bloodshot and he looked ill, his jade green skin had a sallow hue to it.

He sighed and peeled off his clothes and stepped into the massive stone shower hoping to wash away the pain he was feeling like a dull ache in his chest.

He had probably been in there sitting on the floor under the rain shower head for over an hour, having scrubbed at his skin until it hurt because at least he could focus on that over the other pain. Now the water was cold and he was shivering but he didn't care as he sat hugging his knees to his plastron, his forehead resting against his knees.

Suddenly the water turned off and he felt delicate soft hands pull at him gently.

"You're freezing." He heard her whisper mostly to herself as she hearded him from the shower and wrapped one of the huge bath towels around his violently shivering body.

He was fine with it though. The cold had a numbing effect on the overwhelming emotions he knew were just simmering under the surface.

He let her dry him off only moving if he had to, he had been staring at...her forehead? The wall? He didn't even know. And then she was gone and he suddenly felt a eave of panic wash over him. Where did she go? Had this all been a dream? Was she dead?

What? No.

No. No. No.

If she was dead he would also be dead.

Wait....if they died now..would they really die? Or would they just respawn in Hell?

"Donatello?" He blinked and suddenly there she was again.

"You're spiralling, drăguţă." She held out a pair of boxers for him and he slowly looked down at them befote seeming to come back to himself, taking them from her so he could put them on.

"Sorry...I....." He trailed off. What was he? Lost? Confused?

"You hurt. It's okay." Luciana told him as she gently took his hand and pulled him from the bathroom back into the bedroom. She gave him a gentle shove towards the bed before she moved around to the other side and climbed back in to cuddle close to their daughter.

Don followed her lead and pulled the comforter over himself closing his eyes and shivering slightly at the coolness of the satin surrounding him.

Tiny hands grabbed at his shoulder and arm and tugged on him. He opened his eyes, meeting two gazes, one brown and one green.

"Come here to us." Luciana said softly.

Don felt the painful prockling sensation of tears in his eyes again but he blinked them away and scooted closer to his wife and child with Eris hugging his arm to her and Luciana resting her hand on it and letting her thumb rub soft circles there.

"We will be okay.." Lux whispered as his eyes drooped closed again.

He chuffed softly, nuzzling the top of his daughter's head and feeling not just her smaller tail but both of her mother's either wrap around his leg or drape over him. Surrounding him as much as they could in comfort and love.

Always love.

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