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tmntxthings · 8 months ago

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omigosh and more art in the chapter as well!!! so pretty love the way you captured Donnie’s emotions 😍💋❤️!!!

another beautiful chapter my dearest dork!! 😚 you da best!!!

Weak Spot - Chapter 67

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Hold your belongings close and this week’s chapter art by @aimike17 closer!

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

This may seem like a rehash of last week''s, but @tmntxthings seriously came in CLUTCH for these last few chapters. I had a lot of details that weren't ironed out for whatever reason and she helped me put them in real order! We wouldn't have Weak Spot as we know it without her!!!!

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Things were pleasantly stabilizing. For once in what felt like years you had time to breathe. Not always a bad thing as Donnie had a penchant for taking your breath away, it was instead a slowdown from the nonstop repetitiveness of undertakings occuring. They were always begging for your utmost attention and just having a few months of normality in comparison felt like a vacation all its own.

You were healthy.

Donnie was healthy.

Your friends.

Your family.

The storm had passed and with a righted ship, you applied yourself at your job. Finally able to look at long term goals, you plotted out that you could be moved back into your position by performance reviews next year. A long goal, but not a lofty one, you had heard murmurs of how they hadn’t hired anyone for your old position. You kept yourself humble, but you had a feeling that maybe you’d be asked back sooner.

First, however, you were going to obliterate the simpler desk job they passed off to you and leverage that for a fatter raise if that were the case.

If not, you could catch up on the backlog of filing and then ride out the cushy position.

It was a win-win.

Optimism.

Not something you thought too much on, you felt it creeping up on you. You kept your back to it just in case, but it acted as a lounge chair. You could recline in happy thoughts for once and Donnie appeared to be doing the same. You both kept busy both separate and together which made the overall mood a light one. With summer having scorched the earth, you had a second yielding of crops from your rooftop garden. Besides the comfortable labor done up there of tending to it, Donnie had procured that tree you wanted and you found yourselves relaxing in the space for the sake of it. You’d drink in sunsets and sneak glances at each other as the city hummed around you.

You had a good work day, a catered lunch with coworkers, and an uneventful ride home to your apartment. Donnie was on the schedule for dinner tonight and the dish he was making was one you’d had many times before. A delicious staple, it was to be yet another normal evening as you stepped through your threshold. Your boyfriend wasn’t at his desk which didn’t pique any necessary worries as meal prep always took him in roundabout ways depending on his mood. You took care in putting your things up and went to get something to drink.

You were sipping on a beverage and gazing out the kitchen window at two lovers schmoozing on the street below when the door opened.

Donnie appeared with a grocery bag cradled to his chest and his carapace to you.

“Hey, Sweet. Beat you.” You tipped your glass to him.

He barely nodded.

Distraction not a foreign thing when he had recipe steps filtering through his mind, you moved out of the kitchen to give him space.

He made it exactly halfway there before you heard a comical rip.

Something that could double as movie foley, you saw Donnie hunch where groceries then spilled out around him before he could react.

Round objects rolled to settle and there was a glug of something leaking.

Donnie didn’t move.

He was frozen in place.

You set your drink down and properly took him in.

Not lengthy exhaustion, but tight lines of today’s anxiety creased his face. There was then a smudge on his cheek that was barely perceptible and not something you could identify. From there you realized that the way he clutched the grocery bag was because one of the straps was already torn. A thin and separate rip then took the bottom, though there was an odd gouge where it started. The spill poured from there, but a different sort of streak of what looked like dust streaked his pants.

All that information taken in only a few seconds, you pivoted and headed toward the kitchen. You gathered a towel that was disposable and a roll of paper towels. You were at Donnie’s side in an instant cleaning up the mess as he stood a statue over you.

Saving grocery goods that hadn’t been destroyed in the wreckage, you saw the brand.

It was to that grocery store you tried to conquer once every few months. Always an ordeal, it had been agreed upon that Donnie wasn’t to attend. This was your venture and you were fine with that. Which meant him having gone made little sense. You yourself had been not that long ago and there were still items from the store dotting the freezer. Your dinner was a common one so there shouldn’t have been any reason for him to go out of his way.

A rag was soaking up lost juice and you looked up at him with a box in hand. “Why did you go here?”

His lips parted, but nothing came.

You softened at his struggle and moved to finish cleaning up. You then took several trips bringing everything salvable to the kitchen before you attended to the rock solid form of your mate. He watched you with his eyes, but his posture hadn’t unfurled in the slightest. Taking great care not to touch him, you instead slid through the remains of the bag and coaxed him with tiny pulls to release.

He did so with peeling back fingers and a grip like one reserved for roller coaster safety bars.

“I’m gonna toss this.” You told him and examined the bag on the way to the trash. The spindly fibers on the handle said it had broken with use. It made sense as weight mattered little to Donnie so you imagined the bag had mistakenly been taxed. From there, you couldn’t parse out the tear to the bottom. There was an outward puncture as if it had been stabbed through, but the groceries you gathered didn’t have damage that matched.

Dumping the thing, you turned to find Donnie had cracked his façade and was looking down at his legs. It took you no time to spy a dark splatter on his pants from where the juice had exploded upon ground contact.

“Why don’t you wash up and change?”

It was as if he needed to hear the offer to do more and gave a solemn nod.

You watched him disappear around the partition and looked after him with metered affection. Though the circumstances were bad, you loved this side of him just as much. No matter how put together he tried to make himself, he still got as hung up as anyone else. You didn’t need him humanized in your eyes, but knowing that you were one of the few who got to see it warmed your heart.

Doing a last pass to make sure everything was cleaned from the spill, you set to work throwing something in the oven. Taking out a freezer backup meal, you were re-reading the instructions while the oven warmed when Donnie emerged in another full blown outfit. One you liked on him, it chiseled his usual carved form and he came over with intent oozing off of him.

“Did you want to go out? I can turn the oven off.” You made a show of the box you had yet to open.

He took it in with a furl of his brow and nothing more.

“Donnie?” You tilted your head to catch his eye. “You okay?”

He said nothing, but his features further creased until he was outright scowling.

“Is it this?” You showed him the meal again. “There’s also a pasta. You liked it last time, we can do that instead?”

“Pasta.” He spoke the word as if possessed.

It didn’t read as a confirmation to you and instead almost like a mime. “Don, I’m starting to worry.”

That seemed to penetrate him and he looked at you with renewed intent. “Restaurant?”

“We can.” You moved to shut the oven off.

The moment your back turned, you heard him give a testy sort of grunt.

It slowed your finger near the off button. “Or… not?”

Silence again reigned so you turned to view him.

It took several long moments, but you thought you got a read off him.

It almost looked like he was paralyzed by choice.

He needed you to be clear and concise so you gave him a reassuring smile. “Let’s order out, get something nice.”

He stalled in a nod, but eventually his head bowed, deferring to your decision.

You remembered he’d mentioned a new Italian place earlier that week so you recommended it.

Again, he agreed with a shaky bob of his head.

You moved close, but gave him a berth as you brought up your phone. Finding the location and flipping through the menu a few times, he eventually named a dish for himself and you selected your own. Throwing in an appetizer for good measure and a dessert that sounded like something he liked, you pressed send. The page turned over for a confirmation and you moved wordlessly to put the freezer meal away.

You passed him toward the living room to get your drink.

He needed space to process.

Plopping down and getting comfortable, you sipped from your glass.

You watched your partner move through motions without movement.

He seemed to scold himself.

There was a pause as if he found fault.

He then forgave his person with a heave of the sigh.

Something difficult, it pummeled his strength and he moved to hold the counter.

It was his version of a breather, but whatever the conundrum was, wasn’t solved.

He was trapped with it and sent that distress to you.

You made an obvious show of setting your glass down to telegraph he had you in any form he needed.

It came with his shuffling feet where his knees bumped the far couch arm.

You watched as he tipped like a plank of wood until he collapsed, face first, into the center cushion.

Behind him, his legs extended straight into the air.

You chewed on a laugh.

He laid in that position for a little too long.

You moved, first unsure, then careful to graze the back of his head.

The touch was a question.

He answered it with a heaved sigh and a turn of his cheek.

You weren’t sure what that meant, but you could now see that smudge better. You still didn’t know what it was, but you stood. A few steps to the bedroom and back got you a tissue and you knelt down in front of him. He watched you with a beaten down expression and you took great care in wiping his cheek clean.

“Thank you.” He mumbled earnestly.

You nodded and chanced the faintest peck to his brow. “Whatever you need.”

For a split second, all the strain washed off him.

What looked at you was your loving mate.

Then misery returned to him and he soured with a pucker.

It shallowed your heart and you sent that concern to him. “What is it, Don?”

He shook his head before rolling all the way over and buried himself into the back of the couch. It pulled his legs off from their perch on the arm and he curled them up to his body in almost a fetal position. You watched on with a hopeless feeling and caught how he’d left your seat open. Giving your own exhale before standing, you sat there and wondered what the next best step was.

The wait for food to arrive was always so annoying.

You ordered and were forced to wait just long enough that having a snack was debatable, but discouraged.

Wondering if maybe hunger was getting Donnie down in some form, you felt a bump to your thigh.

Blinking once outward then twice at your leg, you found that said man in question had squirreled his way up the few inches that separated you so the top of his head could just graze your leg.

You watched him with metered interest.

With a shimmy of his shoulders, he repeated the move, but jostled you without any strength.

You weren’t exactly sure, but you adjusted your recline so your lap was open.

He tilted his head just long enough to spy on you.

You were waiting there with a quirked brow.

He hid away in what seemed like irritation in having been caught.

“You can always ask if you’re not sure…” You told the air and patted your legs in offer.

You counted exactly five seconds before he kicked off the far armrest so his body would lift. His head landed on your lap and when you tried to look down at him, he buried his beak into your stomach.

“Silly cutie.” You told him.

He grunted against you with a warmth spreading through your top.

He wiggled, obviously breathing you in.

You chanced setting a hand on his arm.

His body curled, trying to get closer where the couch was in the way.

It reminded you of how he wrapped his body around you when he was in the midst of his heat.

In a slow stroke, you pet his arm. “Did you have a bad day?”

It took some processing time, but he nodded against you.

“Sucks.” You commiserated. “I know those and I’m here for you.”

He spoke something, but you couldn’t hear it.

“Hm?” You continued to pet his arm.

He said nothing more and grew slack against you.

Picking a piece of lint from him, you rubbed his limb then this head. It took a long while, but eventually he gave into the barest churr which you took as a good sign. There was a beep from the computer and you looked over to see the feed of a delivery person. “I’m gonna get the food.”

Donnie gave a little annoyed chuff and curled down into himself.

It freed you up and you bent to kiss his head before going to get the door. An easy transaction, you gathered bags and moved to the kitchen. Donnie stayed put and you gathered up his meal with his preferred utensils. Moving to bring his over first, you set up his container in a restaurant-style presentation before returning to the kitchen to grab yours. Upon returning, he had unfurled and was looking at his meal with a tired eye.

You sat beside him and were careful not to jostle his being.

He rubbed an eye and took a fork around the time you got the remote. “Want to watch something?”

“That one show.”

You hadn’t been prepared for a response and your head snapped to him.

“The hospital one.”

You knew it because he’d mentioned he liked their accurate take.

It was also an albeit silly one.

Tempering your surprise that he’d picked at all, you pulled it up. “Which episode?”

“Dumb luck one.”

Your eyes shot wide and you fought every single instinct not to send awe at your partner.

You flipped screens knowing which episode he was talking about and it also happened to be the one he’d praised the show on. It all felt so surreal, but the moment it started, you saw Donnie move to eat. After he’d successfully chewed his first bite, you watched the monotony of consumption hit him and it allowed his brain to give way to simpler stimulation.

You eventually ate yourself and watched as the episode rolled into another. It was nearing the fourth one when Donnie made a little noise. It had an attentive quality, as if something occurred to him, and you moved to check in. You found his gaze clear, but the weight of his worries had dropped upon him anew. Brows pinched tight enough to seal a leak, it trapped the concerns of his brilliant mind.

You set your container down where it had been laying empty in your lap and crossed the space to sit directly beside him.

He promptly got up and moved one sofa square further from you.

His rebuff struck you like a blow.

You hadn’t bothered him, but he ran from you.

You shirked away and gathered the discarded take-out. Putting things away in the kitchen, you tossed trash, set a few things to soak, and did it all with a broken heart. You argued with it, hoping to push it away and make sense of what was bothering him. It seemed to twirl down a drain and you eventually relented to wash up. Changing into pajamas, you exited the restroom to find Donnie’s head still sat, unmoved, from where he was still sat on the couch.

He’d stay there.

You weren’t mad.

You weren’t even necessarily hurt.

It did sting through.

You were slow to part the curtains of the canopy. You looked up at them and thought about their origin. You’d recommended them after a bad day of your own. Donnie had worked so hard then and you twisted a hand in the fabric. A soft material, it gave easily and you wondered what you were missing. From the gentle action to asking, it seemed you’d rounded all the bases except space. A frustrating one, he had illustrated the concept literally and you supposed he did so because he couldn’t elaborate.

Clutching onto that hope, you released the canopy. This was meant to be his safe haven so you turned to look out at him. “Hey, Don?”

His head tipped upward as if he had awoken.

“Let’s switch. You take the bed and I’ll sit on the couch?” You stepped away with the offer.

Donnie dipped to gather force and then stood. Standing statuesque for a moment, he then turned mechanically. Step by step, he walked out from the couch until he lifted his eyes from the floor and glimpsed you. “You changed.”

“Huh?” You looked down at yourself and then to him. “Oh yeah, you’re still dressed.”

He reached you with his worries percolating, but they now seemed centered on your pajamas.

You tipped your body to catch his eye.

He gave it with lined concern.

“Did we need to go somewhere?”

“No.”

A frown tried to manifest on your lips, but you forced it into a thin line. “Here.” You gestured to the bed. “Get some rest, okay? Love you.”

You didn’t wait and moved around him.

You felt him track you with a full rotation of his body.

His gaze felt burrowing as you sat on the couch and ducked out of sight just to shake it off.

Everything was fine.

Your peace was intact.

Donnie had a bad day.

How many of those had he had?

Not many that weren’t equally shared by you.

This was uncharted territory.

He needed space.

He’d passed along as much.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

It was okay.

You felt assured as you groped for the remote.

It was down by your feet and you had to reach for it.

When you laid back out, Donnie was standing an ominous shadow above you.

A small yelp escaped your throat. “What are you doing!?”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You held a hand to your heart where it was racing.

He stared down.

“Donnie, please. I don’t know what you want.” You sat up and nearly immediately he took a seat in the space you left. “O… kay…?”

His posture was terrible, he was a curved ‘C,’ and his hands twiddled thumbs in his lap.

You guessed you had been wrong about the bed.

You moved to stand.

Donnie snatched your wrist.

You stared at him.

His eyes warped, pleading.

“Don…”

“Y/N…”

“Yes?” You begged him.

Distress bled from his lips.

You tugged lightly on your hand.

His grip tightened.

“Donatello. I don’t know. I can’t know unless you share. Please. I want to help.”

“You can’t.”

It felt like another lash to your chest.

“I am the failure here.”

You jarred.

“It is my own to bear.”

“What are you talking about?” You moved to face him.

His grip on your wrist changed to a loose cuff. “Restaurant.”

“Huh?”

“To cliché. Too obvious. Already done to capacity.”

“Don…”

“The venue?” He glanced away, seeing plans you couldn’t. “Outdoor, romantic? Assuredly, but taken. I’ve plotted our Valentine’s seven years in advance.”

It was such an oddly specific number you wanted to ask about.

“Indoor, the same. Stunning architecture? A backdrop. A fountain? Does that compare our love to water? My cup runneth over. Of course it does!”

Your fingers curled in his.

He didn’t seem to notice. “That brought comparisons, metaphors, places we’ve been before. Retreads, deeper meanings, foils! The sandwich shop where we met! The outside of your work building! That courtyard where you revealed your sorrows! Rooftops! Alleyways!! Food!! Beverage!!! Grocery store!!!”

He was becoming more manic by the second.

“Not center stage!!! Something small!! Something meaningful!!! The options!!! So many fucking options!!!”

You were in motion and you broke free of him.

He did nothing to hold you back.

You caught his face.

“The guilt has been eating me alive!”

You inhaled sharply as you got an up close look at his glassy gaze.

“Nothing is worthy of you. Nothing is good enough. I am at my end. It has to be good enough. I have to be good enough.”

“Donnie, please. You are-”

“A meal! I thought! I’d already considered it and a million others, but I could create a dish that rolls all meaning into one. I’d make a standard, one we both enjoyed. It would represent our connection, the banality of it all. How in that we matter so much more! A centerpiece dotting an average night turning it into an unforgettable one!!”

You loosened your grip and he pressed his cheek against one of your palms.

“If ever there was a folly, I encountered it today.”

You tucked your fingers under his chin and scratched his favorite spot.

He didn’t have it in him to churr. “I fell back asleep after you left this morning. I need strength for today’s mission so I rooted into your pillow. I do adore your scent.”

Your face warmed.

“Lulled, I woke later than my preparation required so I rushed. Changed, the outfit I meant was to be picked up so I was forced into another. I took the stairs instead of the elevator, a rush, quicker. Outside and to the store before I realized I’d forgotten totes and, more importantly, my wallet.”

You nodded, attentive.

“I returned, gathered those only to be stopped by movers on the floor below. They’d wedged a dresser in the stairwell so I meant to pick it up and move it for time’s sake. It was repulsively dirty.”

That explained the dust.

“They thanked me and initiated touch which…” Donnie shuddered. “I weathered and made it to the store only for a key ingredient to be sold out! I moved to another store and found the same! I hacked the inventory systems to find the buyer was a rogue food truck owner who did not receive their order. They decided to instead rob the everyday consumer by buying up all surrounding stock!”

You leaned into him.

He accepted you with a moment of closed eyes as his forehead bumped yours. “That left me without options as time was ceaselessly ticking so I opted for a last minute adjustment. Another of our favorite meals with exclusive ingredients from that store you like.”

You nuzzled him.

He gave a few second rumble in his throat. “It remains a nightmare. The people. The staff! So loud! So synthetic!”

“Foods worth it.”

“It was meant to be! I gathered what I needed and made it to the curb where the car was parked when it was struck.”

You jolted away to stare down at him.

He looked at you with severity. “The hazards were on. Every precaution was taken. My system may be able to protect itself, but others always have a portion of incalculable unknowns.”

“You were in a car wreck!?”

“I had yet to enter the vehicle. I was leaned forward to set the filled bags in the seat when it was rear ended. I watched as everything I had purchased be crushed in an instant.”

“Donnie!”

“I was uninjured, but there came police and insurance reports, and endless, endless, conversation!”

“Was the other person-!?”

“Fine! They were fine! The cars were both totaled. It’s fine.It was time for an upgrade, but the hemorrhaging of time!!”

You wilted.

“I returned inside, I bought the scant ingredients as the damn store was being picked clean, but I did what had to be done. My last chance for scraping together the evening. I got my bags. I moved to exit.”

He was building and your face expressed your woe.

“A child knocked over an enormous vase housing a floral display in the entrance and I was skewered.”

“You said you weren't injured!?”

“I wasn’t!” Donnie’s teeth appeared in a curl. “I dodged and thought I compensated for the bag’s swing!”

“But!?”

“But.” He repeated harshly. “I also dove to save the boy from the shattering glass. In the process, the bag was punctured.”

“The bag.”

“Not the boy.” Donnie scoffed at the clarification. “The child saw the piece and thought it helpful to rip the chunk out!”

You gave what was almost a laugh.

“I saved his hand and berated him in not only glass safety protocol but that leaving a weapon in a stab wound is proper procedure.”

“You told a kid what!?”

“Trust.” His gaze was flat with the pained memory. “His mother had quite a bit to say about that. Please.”

You almost felt dizzy. “Okay… All this… takes up more time...”

“The bag was in disarray, but the food was untouched, so I only needed to support the bottom and ride… public transit.” Donnie sneered.

“Don…” You shrank with sympathy.

He pulled you into his arms and spoke softly to your ear.

“Dreadful. The sights. The smells. The horror.” He tucked his beak against you. “I made it. You arrived home before me. How could I prepare? I had all, but given up. Then… I saw you.”

You leaned against him.

“A vision. All my worries vanished. You, a stunning placement, bathed in window light. Your glass glittering as you sipped. Your mood jovial. I thought anew. We would cook together. Show our bond. More of our domesticity.”

“The bag…”

“The bag had presumably worn the weight no matter what my hold and had other ideas.”

“You froze.”

“It felt as though my entire plot collapsed as well. Before I could do a single moment of damage control, you were taking charge. From cleaning, to the meal, what was left?”

“Anything…? You wanted to highlight how well we work together.”

“I had been absent! For all of it! Spiraling from plans left unlaid!”

“So…? We fix it?”

“I needed you to fix it! I need to explain! That wasn’t the plan! It was too far gone! I’d been silent too long! It was an illustration, but also a surprise!”

You weren’t sure what to say.

“Then in my wretched attitude, I rebuked you?! Idiot! I was dwelling on when to reschedule. The moment I moved away from your worry was the moment I realized my grave mistake! I hurt your feelings which meant I would have to wait until they were repaired before even chancing a thing.”

“What…? What is all of this? I keep thinking you’ll say it, but you’re just alluding to something I don’t know about.”

“You!” He spoke as if that was the answer.

You stared back with sadness tinting you.

“You…” He cupped your hand to his cheek. “Our love.”

You shook your head, not understanding.

“I can’t do it like this. Please… If you can continue to wait?”

“Donnie.” You sighed. “You know I’ll wait for you. You know I’ll always wait for whatever you need. You aren’t getting rid of me, but all this sounds ridiculous. I don’t know what you’re trying to plan or why it has to all be good for something to happen. Bad things happen. I think every bad thing that could happen, has happened to us. It matters, but it also doesn’t! We have each other and that’s what’s important. Like you said: our day to day, the fact that we can, will, are, whatever, going to do this for the rest of our lives is proof. All the stupid weeknight dinners. Watching whatever shows. Cleaning. Cooking. Maintaining a house. Taking care of us and anyone else.”

A little color marked his cheeks.

You kissed each of them, one at a time. “You’re right. That’s what’s important. It’s how we interact. How we’re codependent or whatever! We’re us forever and always and we like it. We’re not all these crazy things. We’re this and if we can do this? We can do anything.”

You watched all concern wash away from your partner.

He moved, carefully, to take you close.

He kissed you with a shallow press that said he needed to do more.

Allowing him that, he stood and ushered you onto the couch.

Taking the middle seat, you watched as he looked only once at the coffee table.

It was clean from where you’d removed the remnants of dinner and he caught one end to lift it.

As if it were paper, he sat it on its side and it stood a tall wooden obelisk.

He gave it a little rock to test how sturdy it was.

Satisfied it wouldn’t fall, he released it and addressed you.

His hand disappeared into his pocket.

He removed it with something concealed.

He dropped down onto one knee.

Everything hit you with a flood that watered your eyes.

“Y/N L/N…”

Your hands flew up to cover your mouth.

He looked at you through his lids and his own outpouring of adoration. “I should scold you for stealing my moment, but you have also assured me that I will have nothing but opportunity for another.”

You shook your head and a few tears loosed.

“I should have known.”

He smiled fondly.

“The best way to do this was whenever felt right.”

His hand came up.

“No planning, just as you appeared without any.”

One palm offered, he unfurled his fingers to reveal the jewelry box.

“My heart.”

His other hand opened it up to reveal a clean band that seemed to radiate some kind of aura.

“My love.”

He offered it up to you and all of him read submissive.

“My life. I offer it all. Will you please marry me?”

You nodded too furiously. “Yes!!!”

Tears darted the air as you shot forward the moment he tried to grab the ring.

The box clicked shut and you tackled him.

To the ground where you both laughed and tears flowed.

“How long have you been worrying about this?!” You croaked against him.

He wrapped his arms around you. “Months. You caught me planning multiple times, but never noticed!”

“Evil!”

He laughed brightly and wrung you side to side.

It bumped a table leg and you both froze as the coffee table wobbled.

Donnie rolled over top of you so he’d take the brunt of the damage.

The table only fell like a bridge.

It landed on all its feet and hovered inches above your fiancé.

Locked safely beneath it, you sent all your affections before you kissed him.

Having weaseled his arm into position, he slipped the ring on your finger and you felt it warm your digit.

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yonemurishiroku · 1 year ago

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Remember that Jercy fic wherein Percy holds Jason’s hand to show Nico that it’s okay to be affectionate with Will? Well it’s back. And it’s even more fun. 🤣🤣

The whole thing is just hilarious. Jason’s just having his sexuality crisis and Percy’s a little shit. 😭 And poor Will just got robbed into their stupid crush akdhajhdajjs.

Also? the joy that courses through me when Will started bickering with Percy is absurd. 😂

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amandamariee · 8 months ago

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☾ jason grace fic recs (the loml):

distance makes the heart grow angrier by @balletfilmss

↳ so obsessed with your ex by @/balletfilmss

↳ but daddy i love him! by @/balletfilmss

he's an all american boy by @aezuria

take a break, catch a nap, have a snack by @hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ rain rain go away don't come back another day by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ i am my fathers son by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ so american (grecian) by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ the two times percy nearly caught them, and the one he did by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ jason grace x daughter of athena! reader hcs by @/hopelesslyromantic-shark

↳ little miss grumpy and little mister sunshine by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

through a loving gaze by @pumpkinbxtch

↳ he wrote 'mine' on my upper thigh by @/pumpkinbxtch

clingy by @jgracie

↳ all of the chronicles of jj & smartiepants by @/jgracie

sweet on you by @supercutszns

going to school with bf jason by @juneberrie

the sun is engaged to the sky by @aryxchse

levitating by @ssparksflyy

bookends, bestfriends, deadends by @astronomoney

sun dresses are so in! by @crownofgildedlilies

dating jason grace would include by @girlkisser13

↳ my girl by @/girlkisser13

#jason grace #the loml #jason grace x reader #☼ percy jackson #pjo #heros of olympus #percy jackson #☼ fic recommendations !!#˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ amandas fic recs

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mediumgayitalian · 7 months ago

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fic rec friday 20

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

farm to table by @buoyantsaturn*

“There’s another group of kids here,” she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “Said they’re looking for the Ghost King.”

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SERIES. NO WORD OF A LIE IM OBSESSED. i got an ask a couple weeks ago on what i see will & nico doing in their futures and i havent answered it yet BUT this series in particular is never what i would have thought for them and yet it fully and completely convinced me. i love the way their relationship is portrayed here, i love the nuances about will's gender, i love them figuring adult demigodhood out! i love the solace family! this series is another one of those stories that i think back to when im writing bc it's so spectacularly done

2. hopeless case by @restinreesespieces

“Nico,” Jason wheezes as he slams the door to the Hades cabin open. “Nico, I think I’m in love with my best friend.” “No, really?” Nico drawls, barely looking up from his book. Or: in which nico is jason’s wingman this time around.

i was sold on the 'jason is a disaster. nico is also a disaster but more subtle about it' like that SENT me 😭😭 such an apt description of their friendship. and leo wearing crop tops bc there's less clothes to burn and jason losing his mind over it is so real and true

3. seize the day by @restinreesespieces

“-Hey, Jason? Are you okay?” “No,” Jason snaps. “You’re distracting me.” Silence. Leo comes forward. Jason’s back digs into the wooden edge of the table. “I’m distracting you?” Leo’s hand twitches, like he’s not sure where to put it. It lingers in the air between them, making a choice. Instead of a friendly shoulder pat or slap on the back, Jason’s fingers are met with the familiar warmth and completion of Leo’s. Their hands interlock, sliding into place as they’ve done so many times before under the cover of darkness. But this time there’s light, and they can’t escape the bright truth that it brings. “How, exactly, am I distracting you?" or: valgrace dead poets society au (with a happy ending)

this fic was so FUN like jason in theatre....ur so absolutely right. loved loved this story it was such a delight to read like who cares about reality what if everyone is gay at whatever time period we wish forever

4. crush the size of jupiter by @restinreesespieces

“Aw,” he joked. “And here I thought we had a connection.” “Yeah, maybe that’s because we’re tied at the ankle, Solace.” Or: In which Nico thinks he can ignore his budding feelings for a certain son of Apollo, and fate decides otherwise.

the flower symbolism had me GAAAAGGGGEED and nico going oh. oh, no had me CLUTCHING MY CHEST SHDNSJDNS. WHY IS HE SUCH A MESS

5. stars on my skin by @restinreesespieces

“Will,” he says, “I think you’re being silly.” “What?” Will tries to hide his confusion, and Nico rolls his eyes. “You’re being silly,” he repeats. “I told you your bedside manner is okay. So why don’t you believe it? Do you think I’m a liar?” “No! I just-” “Hmph,” he huffs, pretending to be miffed. “I think you’re afraid of nothing. Nobody’s gonna be mad if you’re a little enthusiastic about healing them. That means you want to save them! That’s what heroes do.” “I’m - I’m a healer,” he says quietly. “Yeah,” Nico replies. “Isn’t that what I said?” or: after the quest group to rescue annabeth leaves camp, a ten-year-old nico winds up in the infirmary and meets will for the first time.

BABY SOLANGELO BABY SOLANGELO BABY SOLANGELO IM LOSING MY MIND WHAT IF EVERYTHING WAS GOOD AND EASY WHAT IF THE WORLD WAS KIND TO THEM

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

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tmntxthings · 6 months ago

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🥰🙌✨💜🐢💜

request: hi hil! I read your work and it was amazing! I was hoping you would write the rise boys with a vigilante s/o? (Gn) but the boys don't know that yet and one day s/o is fighting the foot or someone, you decide, then their turtle bf shows up and helps them. S/o forgot they were in costume for a minute before running to their turtle in shining shell and kissing them, so it turns into a whole thing and s/o unmasks themself, how do the boys react??

🝮 “ violet virus ”

rise!donnie x vigilante!g/n

author’s note: eeee !! Gosh I’ve been meaning to post for months, but multiple x readers always stump me. I like making each a completely different story, and sometimes that ends up with me writing waaaay too much. So! I separated this one into a solo. Raph Mikey and Leo will be their own post since I imagine they’ll be much shorter… unless I’m a little freak again and write too much 😭😭. Sheldon’s speech will be the same color as Donnie’s but in italics :))

word count: 4.5k

“ I don’t understand why you won’t disclose this information, Shelldon. ”

Grumbles the turtle clad in purple as he sits on the floor of his lab. Tools are strewn around within reaching distance, framing him, Shelldon, and the computer plugged into the robot boy. The screen displayed a long history of access points to Shelldon’s database—none of which Donnie had the clearance for.

Odd.

A little sigh plays from the little bot’s speakers as his digital eyes shift elsewhere.

“ The information you seek is, like, confidential, dude! ”

“ Whuh—not only are you keeping secrets from your father, but you would even ‘dude’ your own father?! Poppycock! ”

Frustrated, Donnie throws his hands in the air, eyes fixated on the display screen. Error sounds growled through the computer’s speakers each time his program attempted to break through its encryption.

Just who could write an encryption code that could thwart even Donnie?

“ It just makes no sense. As not only your father but also creator, I should have complete access to any and all of your databases. Is this a rebellious development, update 1.2?! ”

Shelldon rolls over, groaning out in annoyance. He couldn’t just flat-out tell him, “ oh papà! you mustn’t worry, i am only hiding the identity of a certain vigilante you’ve yet to encounter! “, no, no, that would be absurd.

That would be a betrayal to you, Donnie’s kindhearted significant other who just couldn’t stand for the Purple Dragons’ treatment towards your dearest darling dear. I mean, what partner would stand on the sidelines as a measly cheerleader in the face of someone daring to disrespect YOUR boyfriend? Quite literally the smartest man alive (probably)?

It didn’t help your case that you were pretty powerless, aside from some scrounged-up determination, a pinch of courage, and a heavy dosage of computer expertise. Nothing up to par with Donnie, but it was remarkable by human’s standards. Combine that with the help of a sentient robot named Shelldon, and you were a force to stand on equal footing with that malicious group of super-nerd-punks.

Watching Donnie writhe with frustration, Shelldon can’t help but hope his walls were stronger than his father’s.

“ Maybe it’s nothing to worry about, bro, let’s just—“

“ Nothing to worry about—/nothing to worry about/— oh, it’s nothing to worry about, he says! “

A ding resonating from Shelldon draws Donnie’s attention for a second. His frustration churns, flashing into curiosity. It seems as though some sort of distress message has came through, but with a chime unlike what he’s programmed. Donnie drops his head with a laughter akin to a parent reaching their breaking point.

“ Oh-ho-ho, dear son of mine, ”

Mouth open, ready to retort with a snarky tone, Donnie raises his head up but holds his tongue at the sight.

An uncharacteristic silence blankets the robot-boy. Shelldon’s eyes begin to flicker until they beam with deep, velvety-purple hue.

Donnie flinches, shielding his eyes from the bright LEDs as he pointed and snapped his fingers.

“ AH-HAH! See, I knew it. This IS a problem! ”

Shelldon rises to his feet and turns robotically before then breaking into a brisk sprint. The cord plugged into him snatches the laptop a few feet before it ultimately yanks from Shelldon’s socket. Before Donnie could call him to return, his son shifts to quite literally propelling himself out of the lair from the rocket launchers in his feet.

Coughing and waving away the residual smoke, Donnie squints at Shelldon’s rapidly disappearing silhouette. He groans exasperatedly as his hands pull at nonexistent hair.

“ Damn it, I knew he wasn’t old enough to have those installed, Shelldon!! ”

Grabbing his tech-bo, Donnie wasted no time in following right after him.

——-

While your poor partner-in-crime found himself under his father’s interrogation, you are none-the-wiser as your fingers skirt across a keyboard. Your purple gloves whir quietly as they accelerate the computer’s performance—the faster you get out, the better. The display’s light shone on your outfit, one befitting a vigilante’s need for secrecy. Your hair was held back by a bandana while your face was obscured by a half-mask from the bridge of your nose to your jaw. A pair of glasses rested upon it with a little purple ‘ D ‘ logo in the corner.

A long sleeve turtle neck covered your arms and torso with angular purple lines following the underside of your arms and down your sides, tucked into a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring waist. The pants tucked into a sturdy pair of boots, all matching with black and purple. If the light caught you in the right way though, then the faintest detail of smaller purple embellishment akin to the lines running along a modem board would shimmer.

That was a detail you were most proud of, albeit purely cosmetic.

But never mind that, you manage to squirrel your way into a hub room of sorts with large metal cabinets filled to the brim with wirings, likely powering the entire lair. The floor occasionally lit up with the rush of purple LED lights pulsing through thin indents on the floor. You didn’t know what information they carried or to where, but that was not your current concern.

“ Alright, Dragons, what are you looking for with the OKE YX23 system’s blueprints… ”

You whisper to yourself. As streams of data rapidly scroll across the screens, you soak it all up through a pair of modified glasses. They accelerate your comprehension and store databases chock full of what you saw in seconds. It was a neat gadget born of your own genius, albeit with just a bit of help from your beloved Donnie.

“ Supersuits? Why super… ”

Squinting, you slow your feverish typing pace and pinch your fingers on the projected hologram to zoom in and section off a few documents. Blueprints upon blueprints flood your senses, designs for all types of suits, each fully equipped for specific situations calling for varying levels of strength, agility, dexterity, and more. A few documents even detail their uses, discussing ideal fantasies of potential war use.

“ No… No way! This is.. I have to send all this data over to Shelldon. ”

Removing your glasses, you tap the shell icon at the top corner of the left lens to send it all to your partner in crime, Shelldon. As a low chime resonates from the glasses, confirming a successful message delivered, you stare at the purple D logo. Your thumb strokes it fondly as you purse your lips in contemplation.

“ Once I’m done with these dragons, maybe… Maybe it’s time to tell him who I am.. ”

You idle for a moment, your free hand balling in and out of a fist beside you. Wracking your head for answers, your thumb began to stroke the pad of your folded index finger as a sort of grounding measure.

“ … For now, I’ll put a pin in that, I need to figure out how to get out of here. ”

As you shift away from the computer to head out, a loud clanging of the door being forced shut in front of you was enough to set off alarms in your head. Paling, you click your boot’s heel against the cold metal floor a few times. There, you had planted one of your small gadgets to allow quick and easy hacking. It was an attempt to connect and override the system to get the door open, but as you’re met with nothing save for the soft thuds of your foot, a heavy pressure weighs on your chest.

They must have found you out. How long have they known you were here?

Goosebumps scurry along your arm as you look over your shoulder for the compressed hiss of doors mechanically sliding open. Previously hidden doors pulled apart to reveal a hidden hallway and a bot stepping through, its digital gaze settled on you while its heavy footfalls shook the room.

“ Ohhhh noooo… ”

Dragging out the syllables, the blueprints you just saw on the screen were currently whirring to life before you. At the sound of a grating, familiar cackle playing through the contraption’s speakers, your blood chills.

Not good.

“ Looks like a rat slipped through the cracks. ”

You could recognize her voice anywhere. What’s your escape route now? Have they closed all of them off? God, you did not prepare for a fight today—that was NOT on the itinerary!

“ Perfect opportunity to see what these puppies can do though. ”

Fully facing the super-suit occupied by Kendra, you take a hesitant step back as your eyes scan the room. They land on a rather ordinary looking door on your far left, equidistant to you both. The chance to get some distance is all too tempting.

Unfortunately, just as your foot raises to break into a bolt, an “ ah, ah, ah~ ” taunts through the mech’s speaker as it sends a projectile whisking past you with a high pitched pachoo! The object sparks against the wall it strikes and ignites instantly. You can’t help the spike in fear shooting through you internally as the blast destroys part of the room and sends debris flying.

With barely a chance to gather your bearings, your gaze raises helplessly as the bulky suit Kendra was operating closed the gap between you both and slammed a heavy fist towards you. It strikes the ground with a heavy THUMP, leaving a dent that was barely off enough to feel comfortable. You raise your hand to the purple logo on your glasses that sends an S.O.S. distress call to your man-in-the-chair, Shelldon.

Scrambling to get away, you lunge towards one of the wire-filled cabinets palms-first in an attempt to hack and utilize some to your advantage. Before your program fully engaged, you’re yanked away full-force and sent skidding across the floor. In your peripheral you notice two more of these suits enter the room. This is hardly the time to get distracted, you scold yourself, glancing back to Kendra in a nick of time.

“ Shit, shit, shit, shit!! ”

You scream, narrowly dodging a shrapnel of metal whisking past your ducked head and embedding itself into the opposite wall.

“ ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ”

Through a dramatic display of physical prowess, you screech and lunge every which way to avoid each zipping attack the bot sends towards you. To make matters worse, two more robotic suits emerge from behind the first.

“ That could’ve killed me, you runts! ”

Glaring, you turn your gaze to the maniacally laughing trio of super-nerds, donning what appeared to be the exact same super suits in the documents, all said to be powered by an all-too-powerful AI-chip. The suits’ reflexes are swift n’clean, ran by a superior digital brain that seems to be predicting all your movements even before you know them. In any other circumstances, you would have marveled in their presence.

However, right now it serves as too-great of a foe for you alone. In a pathetic display to keep up, you try to stand your ground against the super suits in a recipe of chaos that ends with you cornered and exhausted.

“ Now, now, Violet Virus,”

The leader, Kendra, steps towards you in a suit designed for strength. It’s bulky, intimidating, and an overall pain. You almost wonder if sheer artillery built into that suit was enough to single-handedly replace an entire army.

Behind her stood Jeremy in a suit built for speed—it’s racing LEDs left you dizzy if you stared too long and was designed to reach speeds fast enough that the residual shock alone might be enough to give your eardrums a hell of a jolt. Its fit was slim and sharp, fitting for the purpose.

Last is Jason, who..

Well..

He didn’t have some flashy suit for some reason.

Honestly, it seems more like just a prop suit. You didn’t even know if it did anything—to be frank, it kind of looked like they picked it up at Spirit Halloween.

“ You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. ”

Kendra’s suit thuds towards you, crouching in front of you. Her robotic hand reaches out to grip your chin between the thumb and index.

“ But that’s all I’ll give you. “

You’re starting to get antsy, mentally begging Shelldon to hurry up in helping you out of this ordeal. In the mean time, you muster the meanest glare, peering through the visual retinas of the machine. The speaker picks up her low scoff.

“ Well, maybe I should reward our little idiot for that signal to our friend,Othello von Ryan. ”

The boys behind her share a laugh in response.

“ … Who? ”

Confused, you yank from her grip, teeth bared in disgust. As powerless as you are to super-suits, an idiot was no where near appropriate to describe you. In fact, to say you were a vigilante with nothing but your boyfriend’s robot under your belt was a lie.

See, your outfit was littered with all types of covert gadgets. This included a pair of gloves and boots to match with dull, illuminated swirls under the pads of your fingers and heels of your feet. Within those swirling pools of light happened to be lie dozens of little terminals awaiting for your command to reshape and hack into any dormant or idle appliances and tech within range.

Pinned to the ground in a sitting position, your hands laid palms down on either side of your body and feet flat to carry out the rest of this operation. So long as they keep their focus on you, they will be completely blind-sided by your retaliation. Inaudible over the commotion, a low groan of circuitry in the walls bowed as your programs seep into their systems.

“ I don’t know who that is, but you’re crazy if you think this battle is in any of your favors! ”

You growled out as the ceilings cave from serpentine cables raining sparks haphazardly. Your program had sent a sort of “ suicidal-sentience ” command through nearby wires that influenced them to rip apart and focus an assault on the super-suits.

Kendra growls in annoyance as metal panels from above knock her to the ground. The limbs of her robotic suit are then coiled up by the snake-like wires. She turns to see a similar fate befalling Jason.

But not Jeremy.

“ Oh, but it is in my favor. ”

Kendra cocked her head in Jeremy’s direction, grinning with an energy that sent shivers down your spine. His suit was equipped with speeds your program couldn’t fathom keeping up with, and as his suit whipped to your side before you could try to run, you were struck and pinned flat against the floor.

“ That was a clever yet feeble attempt. See, we know all about your assets. ”

Kendra recovers quick as she moves her suit to rip the cables off her.

“ … What assets!?”

You kick your legs, trying to get free. Just how much do they know? What do they know? What or which assets could they mean? You hold your tongue in fear of spilling information to potential bluff.

Amidst your confusion, Kendra doesn’t seem too impressed. She might have burst a fuse if not for Jeremy clearing his throat and intervening.

“ What she means, Violet Virus, is we intercepted your help signal. ”

The hair on the back of your neck rose up.

That explains the lack of indication from Shelldon that he received your signal. Your expression sours with worry. What use did they have with him? And wait, Othello von Ryan—

“ You didn’t honestly think you could serve any sort of threat to us, right? Had you even considered that we—practical GENIUSES of the modern technological age—may not have planned to stop at these suits? ”

—Wasn’t that one of Donnie’s aliases?

Kendra roughly shoves Jeremy aside as she crouches back down to eye-level with you. In this moment, you begin to entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe—

“ Your naïveté is sickeningly cute, Vivi, this wasn’t our goal. ”

—you might have bitten off more than you can chew.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Panic was washing over you.

With ice coursing through your veins, you thought about calling Donnie. Maybe if you confess everything about being Violet Virus, he’ll come help?

Or, would he be mad that you kept such a secret and did something so reckless by yourself? A heat wells up in your chest, igniting a fight with the chills. Flashes of hot and cold ran over you as the pieces fell into place.

How long have they known you were working with Shelldon?

Did they let you sneak in this far?

Were you just a stepping stone to get Shelldon?

…

Do they know your identity?

Your mouth dries at that notion. You need to hurry and turn these tides, but before you could put any plan forth, the wall beside you crumbles as a familiar short stature burst through.

The little robot gave heavy thuds as his feet rose and fell against the floor without any personality.

How did everything go so wrong?

“ Shelldon? “

Tone low, hardly loud enough to even be a whisper, you stared wide-eyed at a robot without a twinge of the boy you knew.

“ Shelldon’s not his name anymore, Violet Virus. ”

Kendra’s suit rises above you then moves to tower beside Shelldon. She raises her mechanical hand and rests it firmly on his shoulder.

“ This is Pulverizer now! ”

A series of “ no’s ” fall from your lips as you scramble to your feet and close the gap between you and Shelldon. Your hands tremble around him, unsure where to rest while Kendra breaks down in laughter beside you both.

You could see the computing of some program flickering behind Shelldon’s eyes, indicated some software actively downloading. He remained unfazed by your presence.

“ Shelldon, no, no, no, what are they doing to you?! I have to get you out of here, I’m so—“

“ Pulverizer, engage combat program ZG.09X, ”

Kendra interjects, barking some sort of command. You glance to her then back to Shelldon, baffled as he seems to respond only to that and not any of your efforts. Your eyes widen as his arm begins reeling back.

“ What did they do to y—“

A quick thwack interrupts you as Shelldon socks you across the jaw with a force so heavy it sends you to the floor a few feet. The hit cracked and crumbled part of your mask as bits of it sprinkle the path from Shelldon to where you’d landed. Your glasses had been slightly bent from your head knocking against the floor. The pain throbs through your skull, ebbing from the cheek your hand rose to caress in disbelief.

“ D-Donnie.. ”

As you stared at Shelldon thunking towards you, you couldn’t help but tremble and wish you weren’t alone. This was too much for you, and you found yourself imagining what it would have been like if you had teamed up with Donnie in the beginning instead of being a solo-hero.

Shelldon reels his arm back again, and you raise yours in a feeble attempt to shield yourself.

Shutting your eyes tight, you brace for the impact.

“ SHELLDON, PROTOCOL BOGEY-DOWN 61E9 ACTIVATE! ”

“ What—!? ”

Kendra whips her head around towards the same entrance Shelldon initially created.

You stare wide eyed as your boyfriend bursts in and shouts a command to Shelldon. His dramatic entrance is punctuated by him riding his tech-bo like a hoverboard.

Donnie jumps off, landing straight into Kendra’s mech with enough force to topple it over. He casts a glance in your direction, squints with suspicion, but then turns back to Kendra.

“ I knew it—SEE, I knew it! ”

The purple-banded turtle paces in front of the dazed Kendra, throwing his hands up in frustration. He stops to point back and forth between Shelldon and the rest of the Purple Dragons.

“ Who else could be meddling with MY son’s database but this group of wannabes! “

“ W-Wannabes? Othello von Ryan, this is whe.. damn.. ”

Winded, Kendra takes a pause to catch her breath. Jason tries to come and help her up but gets swatted away immediately. Angrily, she huffs and operates the suit to shove itself back onto its feet.

“ Get AWAY from me, Jase, UGH! Othello Von Ryan, prepare to be defeated by our revenge! Pulverizer, engage combat program ZG.734! ”

She cackles maniacally, jabbing a finger in Donnie’s direction. When Shelldon doesn’t move, the speaker goes quiet for a few beats.

Then, it starts playing a bunch of loud clanks, likely from Kendra frustratedly hitting things inside the suit.

Donnie, however, glances at Shelldon then back at Kendra and stomps his foot. He points an accusatory finger in her direction.

“ Oh by Galileo, if you lot did anything nefarious to Shelldon’s programming, so help me! ”

Sheldon’s fist wavers a few inches from you as different lines of code scroll past his eyes, registering the command Donnie called out. After hearing Kendra’s command, the lines of code began rapidly switching direction until a click resounds. He blinks a few times then looks down at you.

“ No! Damn it, what happened!? ”

Kendra pummels the ground enough times to leave a hefty dent.

Donnie scoffs at her, crouching to stare into the visual receptors of the mech-suit.

“ I see you did not consider I may have created an anti-dragons program with the idea that you would want to control my tech again, did you? ”

As Shelldon came back to his senses, he glanced every which way in confusion. One second he was being interrogated, the next..

“ Your distress signal! Y/—I mean, Violet Virus, bro, what’s the haps? How’d I get here? Ohh, Donnie’s gonna be so pissed at me, dude, he almost found out ab—“

You gawk at Shelldon’s loud voice, shushing him loudly. Whispering, you quickly scold him.

“ Shelldon! We can discuss it later, but right now we need to get out of h—“

As you gesture to leave, you are instead met with Donnie being sent flying straight into you. Your foreheads collide as you’re sent back against the ground with him dazed over you.

“ Technologically advanced mecha suits is an upgrade from our last encounter, I’ll give you that! ”

One of Donnie’s hands rests beside your head while the other holds his forehead, rubbing where you both collided. He groans in pain.

Similarly, you hold both hands against your forehead and writhe dramatically beneath Donnie at the pain echoing from not just your lower jaw where Shelldon struck you, but your forehead too now.

“ Ow, ow, oww! Donnie, that… that.. hurt.. ”

Your voice peters off as you look up at him. The fear was already beginning to melt away as your eyes scan across his face. He had such an uncanny habit of coming when you called, and this situation was no different. As relief washes over you, you forget yourself for a second and reach to give him a kiss. You’re just so lucky to have someone so dependable as him, even in situations where he didn’t mean it. You vow to tell him everything after this.

As your hands cup the sides of his face, Donnie opens his eyes to see you leaning in.

“ Whoa—HEY? ”

Mechanical limbs splay out of his shell and quickly put distance between you and him, stirring a squeak of surprise from you as he stares at you bewildered.

“ I don’t know you! This is a complete violation of personal space and my individual rights! ”

He shouts in disbelief, covering himself like a woman caught naked.

… Oh..

Oh yeah.

Your face flushes with embarrassment instantly. Right now you aren’t Donnie’s girlfriend, but rather Violet Virus. You stand up, ready to explain yourself, only to be immediately knocked back down to your knees as an explosion from another one of Kendra’s projectiles goes off behind you. Donnie’s attention shifts from you to the Purple Dragons.

“ What sort of looney tries to kiss stranger during combat, he exclaims in disbelief! ”

Donnie vents aloud as he twirls his tech-bo around his body. Generating enough speed from the action, he then lunges towards Kendra. Right before he strikes, his index taps a button on the shaft of the swirling bo. Its speed increases as the tip shifts into a hammer-like shape and propels like a rocket to clock Kendra’s super-suit mech across the face. The strike is heavy enough that the robot’s head twists and twists the wrong direction until it pops clean off.

“ No, it’s not like that—and don’t call me a looney! Just, you know me! ”

“ No I don’t! The nerve of some people. I feel the need to add I am a happily taken man! “

You stumble over your words as you try to explain yourself. Slamming your palms against the floor, you inject another offensive virus into the room’s system as your glasses accelerate your visual capacities to keep up with Jeremy’s suit. Just as the program goes into effect, you’re pulled back as Jason’s arm catches your neck in his elbow.

He pulls you back, choking you as the program sets loose through the wires held in the cabinet. The cables surge out and land upon Jeremy’s suit, connecting to ports and lighting it up with enough power to overload and shut down the entire contraption. He gets lit up like a Christmas tree for a second before the suit slams into the ground non-responsive.

You hear a low ‘ damn it! ‘ from inside his suit.

Kicking your feet to try and be free from Jason’s grip, you’re let go only after Shelldon lands one of his heavy, rocket-powered punches to send the boy across the room. Even though he’s an enemy, you wince sympathetically at how much that must’ve hurt.

“ Thanks Shelldon.. ”

You murmur, rubbing your neck. Shelldon beams with pride towards you until Donnie steps between you both. His mechanical spider limbs shooting out once more to make some distance between you two.

" I’d appreciate you not fraternizing with the enemy, Shelldon. ”

He steps away from you and closer to Shelldon.

“ But Donnie, Violet Virus isn’t the enemy! ”

“ Yeah, I’m not an enemy, Donnie, just listen to me for a second! ”

“ Firstly, Shelldon, you’re on a friendly name basis with this fiend?! And secondly, Violet Virus, how do you know who I am? Does my reputation exceed me, I wonder? ”

He pauses for a moment to think to himself, likely basking in the idea of his popularity reaching farther, then shakes away the thought. Donnie takes a few steps closer to you with an intimidating air.

“ This is no good, no, no. Violet Virus, might it have been you who— Hold on. ”

As his gaze fixates on your glasses, you sharply suck in a breath by accident. Coughing, everything you wanted to say caught up too quick for even a single word to slip out. You needed to tell him! What will he think, that you’re a thief?

“ Wait—“

“ How do you have that, that’s.. Wait. ”

He crosses his arms, tapping his index against his bicep as he circles around you. Donnie stops in front of you, hums something mid-thought, then cracks a smile.

“ Ah, I get it now. How clever you are, my dear. ”

“ What? ”

You hesitate as he closes the gap between you both. His face softens as his hands make quick work of sliding your broken mask off. Without needing to explain a word, it seems he made quick work of who you were.

“ So this is what you’ve been up to.. Why? ”

His hand caresses your cheek.

“ I… Wanted to get back at the Purple Dragons—for you.. ”

Donnie cracks a bigger grin and chuckles, leaning a bit to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

“ We can discuss this when we get home, then. ”

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aria-upside-down · 2 months ago

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I am begging for an angsty valgrace fic rec

Please someone give me one

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germesthegenie · 5 months ago

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Did some doodles of the Chicago Wards spending their time out of costume! Because they are still my favs despite not only Wildbow but the fanfic writers forsaking me on more content of them! So guess I’m filling the void myself!

Jokes aside, wanted to do some practice on character designs and a bit of background/foreground and decided to take the opportunity to do some more drawings of these guys. Designs and stuff are I think like 75% canon compliant and 25% headcanon / personal intepretation of the characters

#parahumans #wormblr #worm spoilers #fanart #chicago wards #grace #katherine oldershaw #tecton #everett #wanton #annex #kirk #cuff #ava #golem #theo anders #weaver #taylor hebert #but like if anyone has good chicago wards fic recs lmk

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tmntxthings · 9 months ago

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this looks interesting 👀!!!! can’t wait to check it out 💙🐢💙

hi. i wrote something

it’s still ongoing :]

but it’s a rise leo x reader au where he was raised by big mama !! hope you enjoy it if you read!

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katiefromcabin7 · 5 months ago

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HELP

the fic if your curious

#brainrot in pjo #i love leo but he would make so many brainrot jokes #pjo #riordanverse #jason grace #leo valdez #pjo hoo toa #valgrace #fic recs

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mallowsweetmiri · 9 months ago

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I think it’s cute how at first, Annabeth initiated everything in their relationship. But as time goes by, Percy gets more and more confident, even to the point where he’s kissing Annabeth shamelessly in front of Piper, the kiss lasting so long it leaves both girls breathless and red in the face.

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo hoo toa #piper mclean #percy x annabeth #percy jackson oneshot #pjo oneshot #pj canon #percy jackson recs #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson fic #pjo headcanon #pjo #hereos of olympus #jason grace #nico di angelo

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saviorellie · 2 years ago

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do u have any fic recs? abby, ellie, anything u have i’ll take! 🫶🫶

of course i do ! below the cut are some of my favorite fics & blurbs !

ELLIE : literally anything @loaksky & @seattlesellie & @millersaurora write ellie fluff by @seattlesellie kissing ellie's freckles by @millersaurora loser!ellie headcannons by @hundredandsix more loser!ellie headcannons by @castasplla modern!ellie headcannons by @totheblood NSFW ELLIE : service sub ellie by @seattlesellie ellie getting strapped by @cottontears endlessly by @poutsiez ellie squirting by @pnwellie safe word usage w ellie by @poisonedprose cats cradle by @elsweetheart strawberries, cherries, & an angel's kiss in spring by @porcelainbambi when the sun goes down by @millersaurora

ABBY : gf abby headcannons by @hyperfixatesnwrites kneeling at abby's feet by @hope-drunk clumsy reader, emt abby by @loaksky NSFW ABBY : softdom abby, virgin reader by @millersaurora corruption kink in church (?) by @clearheartgreyflowers mean rough abby by @angvlita abby braiding your hair by @ivyblxnde primadonna by @poutsiez feelin hot to the touch by @elsweetheart

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tmntxthings · 5 months ago

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📢 OUR FAVS ARE BAAAAAACK!

the IT couple!! 🙌 calling all Weak Spot lovers 🥰 cannot be happier to continue this roller coaster ride with you my dearest dork 😚

Soft Spot - Chapter 1

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

And so it begin with chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I'm Using it

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

You didn’t think once about how lovely the day would be as you finished dressing. You hadn’t checked the weather and you didn’t plan to. It felt like a given, as many things had since your honeymoon. Rain or shine, your days were fine. You had the love of your life, you had a menagerie of caring friends, you had health, and you had happiness.

What more could you ask?

In some ways, it felt like a far cry from before and in others it was a given. You were karmically due for some respite and the world provided. Maybe once in a while, things didn’t go your way, but they were mere flubs compared to the life ending threats you had once dealt with. Now your worst case scenario was forgetting an umbrella which your doting husband often circumvented by bringing you one anyway.

You adored the mutant.

He was just around the partition separating your bedroom and living room. You rounded it to him like fate. He clearly had a wherewithal you didn’t as he was already standing in position with one of your jackets pinched out and ready in his fingertips. He was your other half and as such covered such oversights. Moving over to him, you spun around in the process so you could slip one arm through the jacket. He helped you through the other sleeve and once you were cloaked in your outerwear you turned to him.

As his pair, you similarly made up for his oversights. That currently came in the form of soothing, which you did by reaching up to pet his cheek. Donnie came down in a churr and rumbled sweetly for you as you took the edge off of your outing. It would be busy out today, both for the weather and day of the week, but taking the time here to prepare him would soften the blow.

It was his form of protection and when he was fully saturated by it, he sent satisfaction through your wedding band.

He drifted from your fingers with a smile and turned to address the door. You patted yourself down for your necessary objects and Donnie flashed the lining of his coat to say he had done the same. You both lingered in a soft gaze because of it before you headed out. You fit perfectly side by side as you headed down the wall.

Donnie took only a slight step out of turn and, from it, you knew what kind of day this would be. It was one to be prolonged and he made the first maneuver by choosing to take the stairs. You hopped forward, a movement out of turn in hopes of startling him, but he’d long grown used to your idiosyncrasies. He slowed only for your sake and you asked him to watch with your eyes as you bounced down the steps, making sure each got their time.

You hit the first landing with your hands outstretched and turned with the gouache of an Olympian. He feigned a clap and held up a paltry score that wasn’t just because of his missing fingers. You pretended to sulk only for a moment before you swept a hand in a challenge for him to do better. He graced your appendage with a glance before he dipped the smallest amount and soared through the air. With perfect grace, he landed at the next landing and looked back to await his score.

You gave him two goose eggs and his brow dropped with protest. You waved him off, demonstrating each of your steps with the tapping of a ballet dancer and how avoiding the stairs had negated his performance. He scoffed a silent air and just as you were lulled into a false sense of security with his supposed irritation, he hooked your waist.

You trilled happily as he twirled you while offsetting the force. It became a waltz, taken around a stair railing and then down the steps. Your nerves edged your vision, never quite catching your mind as Donnie’s steps were sure ones. He made sure you both took each platform and didn’t stop on the next landing. He followed through, only changing the dance to a faster one and lifting you in the process. You sashayed all the way down to the ground floor where you laughed and held each other.

It came with an eager kiss necessary to offset your bubbling hearts.

You then pulled him, finding his hand, and took him out the building. Onto the road, the light chill in the almost autumn air made you glad for your coat. You squeezed his hand in appreciation and he returned the sentiment as you melded with the pedestrians. They walked around you, setting speed which you both matched as you’d grown up here. In different, but similar enough ways, you knew the flow and wound down to a crosswalk.

A bold man didn’t stop for the light and ran directly into traffic as he thought himself better than it. Cars honked in protest and screeched to a halt. You rolled your eyes at the folly and lingered with the more reasonable pedestrians that valued their lives. A cabbie got out of one stopped car to instigate a fight and the further stop to traffic elicited more honks. It was just another day you thought, until Donnie ripped his hand from yours.

You saw a swoop of motion that you had only learned to catch because of your super-powered mate. His jacket swirled a seemingly threatening black mass as he dropped down low. Fog of him crawled along the ground where a toddler took shape. A mother screamed behind you and the full picture of what was happening took form.

Another car, tired of the cabbie’s pause, had peeled out through a dip in oncoming traffic to get free. A small child had slipped from his mother’s grasp while she watched the makings of a fist fight. The kid was too young to fully understand why he was waiting if the cars had seemingly stopped. He went to cross dutifully and your husband had flown into action to save him.

Time restarted and with it Donnie rounded back to you. He put his carapace toward the road and wrapped up safely to his chest was the happily squealing child. The small one clapped at the apparent play time and the mother shoved you out of the way. You didn’t fault her in a stumble, but Donnie clearly did. He had choice words ready for the woman, but she only reached out for her child with sobbing eyes.

It unnerved your mate who slowly unfurled to offer back the kid.

She pelted him with endless gratitude and clung to her child while admonishing those who threatened him. The kid looked around with wide eyes at whatever was occurring and reached back for Donnie. Your husband looked close to accepting a tiny fist bump, but the driver of the car that had almost hit the kid flew out with a smack of his door.

He shouted if everyone was alright and the mother reared rage on him. As if they smelt chummed waters, the jaywalker and cabbie both entered the foray for their two cents. Everyone was soon faulted and screamed and your poor mate was struggling amongst it all. He stood a pillar on edge from the grating voices and the signal finally turned. A few people who cared little moved and you caught Donnie to sneak away with them. Only the mother noticed, yelling out final thank yous as you continued down the street.

It took a few blocks for Donnie to signal that he had calmed by sending it through your bond. You responded with a contrasting calm to how you felt and immediately steered him into a building. He came with confusion and once you had him barely shielded by some stonework, you hugged into him and let your pride wash over him. He was struck by both feelings, probably a little overwhelming considering, but relented soon enough to hold you back.

He had settled for closed eyes and stroking your spine when you finally lifted your head. He cracked his lids to smile down at you and you leaned up for a quick peck in public. He allowed the brushing of lips once before he straightened his posture. You gave him space and this time he led you to your destination, the park.

You walked there, strolling through the walkways and pointing out leaves that had just started their transformation for the new season. They were few and far between, but some of the green was marbled with the warmer hue change and Donnie collected an especially swirled one for you to admire. You kept it close and he told you about the biological mechanism when an instrument played.

You both located the busker who had attracted a small crowd and the music perfectly back dropped the weather. Your head faintly rolled in tune with the beat and Donnie leaned against your side as a way to translate he was similarly content. The song came to an end and cash was tossed at a case. You bumped your mate to say one ballad was enough, but you noticed his head was trained off to the side. It took a bit of leaning on your part, but you found him locked in a staring battle with another toddler.

You smiled at the baby’s gawking and rounded Donnie enough to see his face. He was the picture of confusion with pinched brows and a hardened gaze. You tapped him lightly to get his attention and he had to double take before he sent bewilderment down to you. You took him in with a smile and a comment about how that was what babies did.

He didn’t seem to believe you and glanced back at where the kid had yet to look away. You knew he would need a demonstration so you held up your hand and cooed with a wave. The toddler immediately shifted his gaze to you and his mouth opened for not quite a smile, but acknowledgement of the tone that it knew was just for them. You continued to beckon with your fingers and added a hello which prompted the father holding them. The man bounced the child and asked them to return the greeting. The child looked back at his parent once as if to check before sending a happy squeak at you.

You giggled and felt Donnie’s gaze fly between you. You then looked up at him and gave a nudge for him to try. His gaze waned with worry before he looked toward the child. The father turned his whole body to address Donnie and you mentally thanked that the man was mutant-friendly. Tucking closer to your mate, you helped him bring his arm up and urged him to wave. Donnie did so awkwardly and the child flapped its arms. The father cheered along and laughed off a thank you before he returned to watching the performance.

Donnie’s gaze plummeted and you checked in with him through your connection. He read a sort of forlorn and you turned up questions as to why. He shook his head and instead asked to continue along. You went with him and tried to stave off your questions. He appreciated it in a glance that said he was thinking of phrasing. You gave him space and people watched as you walked.

Trees cooled the walkways and the chill nipped relentlessly at your jacket. The concrete took on a similarly icy look with blue hues and you yearned for the pockets of sun you could see out near the open plot. You pointed Donnie to go along and he nodded for you to go ahead.

It took another short stretch, but you were greeted with a green lawn that was dotted with people. From picnics to yard games, there was only separation between groups for modesty's sake. Not wanting to intrude, you stood on the edge of the grass and lifted your head so the sun’s rays cascaded over your skin. The warmth poured over you and dripped down into your jacket.

It wasn’t until you were thoroughly toasted that you looked toward your partner. He was posed just as you were and was probably even warmer in his shades of black. He animated at your gaze, first chipping away at his statue to then crumble down with a wry gaze just for you.

You bumped him for the sake of it and he revealed his concerns. It had nothing to do with the child or the man, but instead his own inadequacies. You bombarded him with sympathy until he tucked an arm around you as if you were the one who needed consoling. He spoke to your better record of knowing how to deal with children. You remembered a certain incident that had also been in a park and asked him if this was tied to his lost childhood. He seemed hesitant to agree, but mentioned with a distant voice that he hoped the toddler would have more happy memories like that.

It was a sweet sentiment from what you considered the sweetest man and you told him just that. He spoke a scoff instead of giving one and pulled you close to him with tales of his beastly nature. You responded that even the most ferocious monsters had heirs and joked about movie children. Donnie got a kick out of how some were created and turned a foot out, ready to walk again.

You strolled anew, remembering what you could before you pulled out your phone. You let Donnie guide you as you located an article on such things and told him the more outlandish monster movie kids. He was tickled by your reciting and he moved you every so often to dodge a puddle of this or a dog walker not minding that. You thanked him, reading out the closing statement and were ready to put your phone away when some teens jogged by while talking about how something was this way.

You and Donnie shared an interested enough look before giving lazy pursuit. You lost the kids immediately, but your husband’s hearing was honed. He told you there was something about a pop-up shop and, after walking further down the path leading out of the park, he picked up talk of a food stall. It appeared soon after and trailed a long, winding line.

You headed independently toward the cart, just to get a look at what it was. With a colorful branding, it appeared to be slinging freshly cooked waffles with all sorts of topping. The cooked dough wafted your nose like a cartoon trance. You turned, trying not to float off and found your mate gone. You scanned the heads, knowing he was usually a foot taller than most of them and located him, smarmy, already in line.

You jogged over to him and just barely beat the next person so they couldn’t give you a nasty look. You asked Donnie how he knew and he simply said he didn’t. He explained that he got in line just in case and the worst case scenario was he would exit. You waved him down to kiss his cheek and he obliged with a little sass. You took it as a gratuitous act and bit the plump as punishment.

He rounded on you with a snap of his fangs then laughed with his pearly whites as you’d startled. You swatted at him playfully before asking him about yokai children. With their long life spans, you wondered how that fit into how they chose to have kids. It posed an interesting query to your husband and he was immediately piqued. He walked you through his thoughts and wasn’t quite sure.

It was like listening to research and he stumbled upon new hypotheses as he wove what he knew. It helped pass the time as the line moved at a snail’s pace. You figured waffles, especially fully sized ones being made to order, did take a relatively long time to cook. With many of the people in line having groups that meant each order was more than one and taking up space. The studious queue also spoke to worth so you figured you were in for quite the prize.

Donnie eventually ran out of what he could guess without proper data and conscripted S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Your son texted back at a lightning fast rate and Donnie read out the responses. It was like being on a three-way call and Donnie delineated your responses with a marker letter from your name. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pulled data and then got into an argument about birth rates with Donnie for the sake of it. You chuckled fondly at the pair and leaned sideways in line to count about twenty people who were still in front of you.

You appraised them with a bit of a grimace and stepped back into place. Donnie huffed about something being outrageous and put his phone up. You asked if Shelly was in time out and Donnie said that was exactly right. You teased him about being the bad cop parent and Donnie rebuffed being compared to the police force. He complained, teetering on nagging, and the line only moved one space.

It wasn’t him.

It was your bladder.

You had been out for several hours yet and the sun had made quite the trip in the sky. You weren’t really annoyed with your husband, but impatience was wearing on you. You chose to look around him and he churned commentary to try to recapture your interest. You ignored him and located a coffee shop across the street. You supposed you could pay the toll with something to sip on and finally admitted to Donnie what was irking you.

He shook his head at you and urged you to go. You smiled at him, but still took a moment to mention what you were doing to the people in line. The guy behind you that you thought might have been mad only commiserated and wished he could do the same. You thanked him and, with one last check in with your mate, you left the queue and crossed the street.

It was a quick trip as the lights were in your favor. There was only one person at the counter and you kept your pacing in place to a minimum until you could order and ask to use the restroom. You got Donnie something non-sugared to go with his waffle and yourself whatever you liked. The employee took down your name and passed you a key. You jogged off with it and, when you returned, your drinks were already ready.

You took them and headed back for a bit of a lag in crossing. You eventually made it to the right side of the street and saw Donnie in a waiting pattern. He almost looked like an entity that was in stasis when you weren’t around and you slowed to appreciate how silly he was. In stark contrast to him, the mother that stood in front of him was suddenly tipped as her young son yanked her pant leg. She addressed him harshly and it pulled Donnie’s attention.

You watched as the kid yelled and pointed across the street to the coffee shop you had headed to and the mother shook her head in response. You wondered if he also needed to go and you had mistakenly set a bad precedent. Whatever the case, the kid would not stop complaining so the mother searched her stroller.

She bent over and dug, but couldn’t seem to find something and her kid was relentless. He kept yanking on her until she yelled so loud you could pick up her voice. Her son sniveled once at a similar volume before he broke out into a red-faced tantrum. She groaned long and went to wearily mind what was happening when a twin cry screamed out.

You were getting closer now and saw another much younger child in the stroller. She had words for her first son and bent again to grab the younger. She bounced the similarly crying baby on her hip and you could now hear the older one sobbing about how badly he needed to go. Guilt washed over you and you held your drinks tight.

You could always text Donnie to ditch the waffle situation, but the mother shouted a clear agreement that she would take him as if it was a punishment. The child immediately stopped sobbing to instead ask if she was serious and she agreed with an angry tone. She then shared words about how she was not losing her spot after waiting this long and turned her attention to Donnie with momentary malevolence pouring off of her.

In a flash, she shoved the weeping baby in her arms straight into Donnie in a way that made his arms come up to take it. She demanded that he watch her kid for a minute and said he would understand since he was a father himself. Donnie balked and said nothing you could hear in return and the mother didn’t wait a second. She only hoisted a large purse from the stroller before catching her other child’s hand and yanking him across the street.

You walked up in growing awe and found Donnie staring, bewildered, at the child now in his possession. From where the baby had started crying from his sibling, it now only leaked residual mucus as it stared up at its new caretaker. You approached slowly, trying not to startle either party as you inched towards Donnie’s side.

As soon as he saw you he tried to give you the baby before he realized you were holding two drinks. He looked upon them with horror before he jostled the child as if to say that this life was far more precious than what you had just purchased. You appraised him with a long once over before you told him that you agreed with the mother’s position.

Donnie vehemently disagreed, but you weren’t to be pressed. You held the drinks staunchly in your grip and it left Donnie helplessly looking at the child. The kid’s head lolled a little as they looked up and down the person holding them. You heard Donnie whisper what to do and you told him to adjust his support as he was currently holding the baby around the middle like a burger.

It meant he had to pull the child closer, something he was clearly afraid to do. You flicked a quick glance at the state of the line before setting your drinks down. Donnie again tried to pass you the child, but you dodged him. He griped about your stubbornness and you reminded him of his as you caught his arm. In a gentle correction, you got one of Donnie’s arms under the baby’s backside and another behind its back. The child settled against Donnie’s plastron and bopped him a few times as if to make sense of the hard surface.

Donnie watched on in what was rapidly growing into awe and you asked him if he’d ever been near a baby before. He said not one that he’d ever held and you told him to remember what you saw of the father do not too long ago. Donnie hesitated for a long moment and you scooped up your drinks as the line moved a step. You slid the stroller along and when you returned to Donnie’s side, you saw your mate try to rhythmically jostle the baby.

You told him they were soft, but not that delicate and counted out a tempo for him. He bounced the baby in time and the child flailed with interest in the rocking. Donnie puffed out a flighty breath at his success and sent you a watery look. Your heart slammed in your chest and for a blink, you could see him cradling a similar, but different green bundle.

He’d make a wonderful father, you thought right then.

The baby made noise and Donnie’s attention snapped away from you. He couldn’t manage a baby voice, but he asked the child in a hushed tone how they were doing. The baby babbled something back and was unable to keep its voice from pitching. Donnie seemed moved and asked if that was right which delighted the child. They gurgled a few more sounds before they sniffled once. Donnie patted its back and wondered aloud about the earlier crying. The baby had no more to say and hiccupped in response.

Your husband held the child a little closer and you thought about time.

How long you’d been together.

Everything you’d been through.

His past.

Your future.

Children.

It was a constant pillow talk conversation due to his kink. It was also something that rarely left the proverbial bedroom. You vaguely remembered he had once shared a dream of you with a stroller, though he didn’t seem to equate it with what was happening now. His attention was solely on the little one which seemed only like a positive sign. He learned so fast that you had no doubt that he would probably become a better caretaker than you.

Were you ready?

There was a lot to consider.

Life had been peaceful.

Were you ready to disrupt that?

A child would change everything.

The baby burbled sternly to Donnie and he agreed that its mom was taking a while.

The line moved again.

You adjusted the stroller again.

Donnie stepped forward and reached a free finger up to tap the baby. The baby seemed surprised by the green digit and batted at it. Donnie joked about its strength and hypothesized where it would go. From baseball to anything else, he mooned at the many options.

The possibilities were endless.

You wanted to tell Donnie you were ready right then.

You’d do it.

The long miserable nights.

The lack of sleep.

The rewarding excitement.

The nurturing bond.

You’d do it all.

The baby sniveled the bit of gunk on their face.

You’d do it with Donnie.

The child then sneezed with their whole being and snot coated your mate.

For one tense moment, Donnie was totally silent. He had a clear patch of mucus spattered across his cheek and shirt. He moved in a bit of a horrored haunt and leaned down a bit to try to wipe it off. The baby took up the new real estate and smacked directly into the sticky goo. Donnie looked like his soul left his body as the baby’s arm flailed away and with it strang up the snot.

Your husband then slammed back to earth and pure revulsion painted him. He mouthed for you to help and you waffled with your cups. You were plotting out what to do when you heard the mother yell. You both turned and she didn’t appear mad and instead was just calling attention.

She took one look at Donnie before she burst out laughing. She then continued to chuckle and say that was how it was as she dug straight into her stroller. The other child hobbled up and looked up at Donnie curiously. Donnie stared trapped between the two and the mother appeared with a baby wipe. She swapped with Donnie, the cloth for the kid, and he immediately tried to clean his face off.

You asked if you could use the cup holder in the mother’s stroller and she heartily told you to go ahead. You dropped the drinks there and then moved to help your mate. He watched on in retching misery as you did your best to clean him. The mother had another wipe ready and more words of gratitude. She then spoke highly on her keen senses and how she knew a good father when she saw one. She appraised your choice in partner as well, casually discarding the mutant thing as nothing to worry about when it came to bagging a good man.

You chuckled and she got the baby back into the stroller. The line moved again and again and you continued your conversation with the woman. Donnie animated after five or six people petered out and lobbed his own question about the snot. The mother laughed about how kids were gross and Donnie listened with rapt attention.

You were getting closer and closer to the front of the line and the woman had switched to showing you pictures on her phone. Donnie was appropriately interested and you only dodged her request to see photos of your son because the waffle purveyor called her turn. She parted from you, sending a final thanks, and the older boy tugged Donnie’s coat.

Donnie chuffed down at the kid who thanked him loudly for letting him poop.

Donnie responded with an equally serious response that these things happened.

The kid ate it up and nodded before turning to get his treat.

You told Donnie what an amazing job he did, but it barely permeated the glowing coat of arms that had been bestowed upon him. He’d been plied with literal and metaphorical praise and you had a feeling today would go down as a memorable one in his mind. When you got to the stand, he hardly could order and you did so for him.

You then found a planter to sit on nearby and ate in relative silence. Donnie sipped his drink and stared out at the view of the line and city bustling around it. He cradled his cup with both hands as if it were something precious and you felt how monumental everything was for him. You rested your head against his shoulder and he breathed nothing but relaxation.

You lingered long into twilight before heading home. You animated as you got closer, talking about dinner plans and what the evening held. Donnie was quiet in contrast, but his buoyant spirit came through your ring. You had nothing to worry about as you got back home. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. opened the door for you on contact and you were wrangling out of your coat as you entered.

You turned to ask Donnie a question, but he was tucked into the door as he closed it.

You tilted your head at him as you hung your coat.

You asked if he was okay and reached for him.

He spun around faster than you could track and caught both your hands.

Words tumbled out of you apologizing, but still you felt nothing but joy from your bond. It was actually teetering toward a scorch and you searched Donnie’s darkened face. His eyes were hooded and he seemed to see only you.

You pressed his well being.

He released the crushing grip on your wrist.

You kept your hands up in the air.

He moved forward, gliding into your space.

His beak neared your nose and darted off to the side.

You mumbled his name and felt your body twist in offering to him.

He took it appreciatively and gave you one last darkened glance before he kissed you.

Your ring finger lit on contact.

It was then that you realized he’d been masking his intent.

His desire now boiled you alive both from the mysticism and from his kiss. He devoured your lips, moving in a dominating tandem that had you stumbling. He gave you no distance and matched every fumbling step you took. He then caught you, groping straight through your clothes to hit your weakest spots. He kneaded flesh and needed to be closer, but refused to remove the barrier.

It was as if there wasn’t enough time and you could only go pliable for him. He scorched pathways across your body. He turned you, his palms rough against the layers and rubbed you down as if there were no barrier at all. He then pushed, walking your feet forward, straight to the couch. There he caught your hip bones to bend you and your hands flew out.

As if his battle shell were engaged, he had more limbs then seemed possible and he led your elbows to catch the armrest. It was a preparation for him and you panted your willingness. He surely felt it, but you made a wiggle to kick him back and that he allowed. He got a front row seat then as you shifted your weight from one side to the other as you slid your feet apart.

He slammed himself against your back and, with lethal precision, his hand shoved straight down your pants. You groaned for him as he dipped into the musty trapped heat that had already cropped up there in the few pathetic minutes it had been since you started. This was how you reacted to him and he suddenly churred so deeply that it resonated into your core.

You could feel it on your tongue and he shoved his other hand up your throat to turn you to him. Then you tasted the sound as he filled both your upper and lower mouths. You moaned needy for him and, in a one handed shuffle where he refused to release your neck, he shimmied your pants down. With your spread they caught fast, but he refused to let you move. He only allowed them down enough that their hem dipped below your ass cheek.

His hand then disappeared and you heard his fly unzip. He squirmed again, rocking against your ass and pouring more of his weight on your spine. It tipped you to further present so by the time his pants were similarly barely down, his soaked cock emerged to slap your ass.

He whacked it once and twice to get into enough of a position before he slid the length long and blazing across your sex. He sat you on it, letting you encompass his heat with yours and you snapped your legs together, out of his hold, to engulf him. He rutted there, passing the mixing slicks until he growled to his own attention and used the hand on your throat to shove you forward.

You trilled excitement for him and he lined up in one expert pin pullback before he thrust straight and true. You would never get used to the filling brunt of him and each time was a delicious split. You whined your pleasure, but he shoved his fingers into your mouth to stop you. You had the wherewithal to suck and he gnashed his teeth for a wet snap. It was a noise that flickered a tiny amount of fear and he paired it with shoving the full length of his digit down your throat. You immediately choked on the distance and warnings compounded on your tongue before he languidly retracted his cock from you.

It was right when you thought you would gag that he adjusted his fingers to punch out your cheeks and slammed back into your cunt to set a brutal pace. You bit down on his fingers in a roll of your eyes and sort of registered how long it’d been since he was last this rough. There was something there, you thought, but you couldn’t parse out why while your womb was being compacted. The position sent him straight into your walls, but he kicked out further until you were perpendicular for him.

He chased you down there, unable to give up the animalistic rut and battered your ass with the bottom of his plastron. It cut what you assumed would be pretty red stripes now and purple bruise lines later. He tugged on your jaw so hard that drool dripped from the opening and cascaded down his arm. Bits of it dropped dark spots onto the couch and you drearily thought they were pretty.

His other hand had been acting as a safety belt suddenly moved enough so he could reach your joining. He pecked there, curious fingers that got caught in the plowing before he found your clit and gave it a similarly hard stroke. You squawked at the pain and he palmed you, picking up slick to try again without the agony. It thread the line of almost too much, but he seemed keen on getting you to orgasm as fast as possible.

You cried as he tried to tear it from you and you felt the noose wrap around his glans. The rope was pulled taut around the member to further trap him there. He snarled pleasure suddenly as if he forgot he had a mouth of his own and latched onto the side of your neck. His canines pricked you, but he didn’t commit to a full bite. Instead he sat there, locked on, and seemingly tasting every pound of your heartbeat.

His knot inflated in time and he couldn’t go for those long punishing strokes. He buried his cock instead, rolling his hips to make sure your pleasure index stayed high and you squeezed him tight to keep him in place. It was enough for him and he finally removed his hands from your mouth. You gasped immediately sucking greedily on oxygen and delirium like similar gas. It sent shockwaves down to your cunt where he rolled for his more learned stroking of your clit and you gave into a full body spasm as you came.

He couldn’t leave even that alone and chased you there too.

It came with a hydrant of cum that slammed into your reaches then flooded the space with as much of him as possible.

He whined a high pitched noise that stayed steady in the rhythmic release.

He then hunched, moving to grab your hips to make sure they were welded to his and seemingly gave up.

All of his body weight dropped on top of you and you had no hope of holding him up.

It took you both to your knees where his knot kept you locked beneath the bend of your bodies.

You were two animals joined and you weren’t going to be parted until you were good and fertilized.

“Please…”

His voice was so tiny that for a moment you didn’t register it as his own.

You groped uselessly at the floor and he only pulled you tighter to him.

It was like he feared the knot would let go even though it was firmly in place.

“Just once…” He pleaded.

You tried to make a noise, but your throat felt fucked out.

“Just let it take. Just this once… please…!” He begged whatever deity would listen before he collapsed onto his side.

You yelped as you went with him and you both panted there on the floor.

Side by side and in a gangle of limbs, you were the first to gain cohesion and did so with a dry chuckle.

He nosed your head affectionately before he seemed to remember what had occurred and shot up.

He’d been softening, but it pulled his cock from you and the leak poured a lava spill from your sex.

“I’m sorry, Y/N… I… I know exactly what came over me, but I…” He fussed and his gaze flew over you, trying to figure out what to tend to first.

“Baby fever…” You continued to bob with bits of laughter. “Silly.”

He brushed your cheek and probed a question through your wedding band of what he needed to do.

You turned your head in time with him and found a jellied arm to reach.

He helped get your hand to his face and nuzzled it. “My heart, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Let’s do it.”

He nodded and dipped down to pick you up.

“Donnie.”

He hummed a response and cradled you close before hoisting you into his arms.

“Donatello.”

“Yes?” He carried you toward the bedroom.

“Let’s do it.”

“I am.” He didn’t stop on his trek.

“No.” You waited to respond until you passed the threshold.

He switched you to one arm and swept the bed smooth to set you down.

He then appraised how you hadn’t physically fought him as opposed to your language which dictated disagreement

You felt him test your bond, curious, to see if you’d give anything away there.

You refused and smiled at him.

He watched for one second before he relented and knelt to listen to you.

You took his face and pretended to look him over.

He turned left and right for you before he returned with a softened twinkle in his eye that said even if he didn’t understand, he was happy to do whatever you wished.

You tucked your fingers behind the junction of his jaw and pulled him in.

He met you for a kiss and you allowed only one before you retreated enough to whisper against his lips.

“Let’s have a baby.”

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theprinceofdarknesssquad · 9 months ago

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Give Him Space

A Solangelo Fanfiction

Summary: Nico and Will are good friends, and both of them like each other, but haven't confessed yet. One night, Nico has a nightmare.

Will Solace has always been a light sleeper. He would be woken up by the faintest of breeze, or the softest rustle of leaves beside Cabin 11. He had grown accustomed to the occasional snores of the Apollo kids, but other than that, even the smallest of noises could wake him up.

Including footsteps.

One night, Will heard hurried footsteps from outside the Cabin, and at first, doubted that it was probably just another camper who got hungry at night. But then, he succeeded in overthinking and decided to check it out instead.

Will got out of bed and the cabin, closing the door quietly behind him. He turned towards the Dining Pavillion but found no one upon reaching there. He strained his ear to hear any sound from the kitchens, but it was silent. Will blinked confusedly, looking around. Was he hallucinating? He was sure he heard footsteps.

Then, he saw it. It was a shadow, a shadow of someone heading towards the beach. There was only one person Will knew who was brave - and crazy - enough to go towards the beach at night. And his stealth, his stance was like that of a ghost.

Nico di Angelo.

Will didn't want to admit it out loud, but he liked Nico. Romantically. But he had never even given a thought to confessing his feelings to him. For one, he wasn't sure if Nico was over Percy Jackson, and second, he didn't know if Nico was ready to accept the truth about himself.

A lot of times, Will would get angry at Percy. He knew that it was unreasonable and that Percy was a great guy. But he was also one of the main reasons why Nico's feelings were in shambles, so Will couldn't control the bout of rage that would overcome him at times whenever he saw Poseidon's son.

Will wondered if he should follow Nico. He knew that it was crazy to do so, not because staying out of bed past curfew was dangerous, but mainly because Nico would go feral if he came to know that someone was following him.

But leaving someone alone in danger and worse, in pain was not in Will's nature nor in his ideals. So, he braced himself, took a deep breath and started following the son of Hades.

Will was stealthy, but not half as much as Nico. Nico moved smoothly and swiftly, not disturbing anything around him. He was like a shadow, which could mould itself compared to its surrounding. Will tried his best to keep track of him, but it proved to be difficult.

Nico was so skilled at hiding himself from everyone. He'd find comfort in confined spaces and darkness. He had learned how to smile at the darkness, and at one point, the dark smiled back. Nico was still a mystery to most, a mystery they would rather ignore than bother.

But Will was different. He knew that, deep inside, Nico was hurting. It did not take a genius to guess that. Being Apollo's kid, Will could detect easily if there was something with someone, and the moment he had first laid eyes on Nico, he had almost doubled over after sensing the hurt in his heart.

As he followed the boy towards the beach, Will wondered why he was awake. At the next moment, he understood how stupid he had been. Nico must be having nightmares, of course. Gaea, the battle, the giants, Octavian, they all frequented Will's nightmares. It was stupid to assume that they didn't Nico's.

And Nico...Nico had gone through Tartarus. All on his own. Will could not even imagine the horrors he must have faced. Will smiled sadly, Nico was so strong, so brave, even when he denied it.

Nico sat in the sand by the beach and looked at the sea. Will stayed back in the trees, thinking about what he should do. He wanted to surge forward and sit beside him, talk to him and console him. That was his first thought. He didn't want Nico to suffer alone, he had been doing so for too long.

But then, he paused. Nico had been alone for too long, so Will didn't know if he would welcome his presence or feel threatened by it. Instead of feeling better that someone was there for him, Nico might withdraw himself inwards even more. Will didn't want to make that mistake.

Nico and Will had become good friends. Will reminisced a fond memory and smiled to himself.

"I'm telling you, Solace. I'm fine!" Nico insisted. He was starting to get angry, he kept telling Will that he was fine. But Will knew better. Nico was just back from Camp Jupiter and looked more exhausted than ever. He must have shadow-travelled, given his drooping eyes and haggard face.

"Tell me, di Angelo, when was the last time you drank water?" Will asked, ignoring Nico's glare and thrusting a bottle of water in his hands. There was no one else in the infirmary, everyone liked Nico but avoided him nonetheless.

Nico gripped the bottle tightly, "None of your business. I'm fine." "You look anything but fine." Will said dismissively, "Let me check your blood pressure-"

Nico relented after a long argument. He slumped down on the bed and kept glaring at Will. Will kept checking his vitals and tried to hide the smile on his face. Nico attempted to look scary and menacing when he was glaring, and Will was not going to tell him how cute it made him look.

He didn't want to battle Ghostboy.

After he was done, Will expected Nico to storm out and throw the bottle in the trashcan, but none of that happened. He looked at Will keenly instead. "What?" Will asked.

"Nothing." He answered after a long time, "You're not afraid of me."

"It's not the same as before anymore, Nico." Will said softly, "You are one of us."

"Everyone says that," Nico murmured, "But I know they're afraid of me."

"Well, you are the son of Hades, you're mysterious, you have an obsession with McDonald's, you can talk to ghosts, you always wear black, even in the summer heat. But you must remember, you're not a fearsome monster or something." Will said. He looked away, trying to not blush. He cursed himself for spilling how much he observed Nico.

Nico chuckled. "Funny, Solace. But I will remember to bring you a burger the next time I got to McDonald's." He stood up and walked out of the infirmary. Will stared after him. Was he developing a crush on the boy?

Will gazed at the same boy. It was from that incident that their friendship grew. And now they were at a point where everyone could tell that there was something more between them. But Will didn't want to put a burden on Nico unless he was sure he reciprocated his feelings.

Will's heart ached to go forward and sit beside Nico. Granted, he was not the most talkative, or the most polite, or the most welcoming person, but Will liked him. For what he was. A hurt, lost boy with a kind heart, who only wanted good for the world, despite what the world had put him through.

So Will paused. Nico deserved his space, Will wasn't going to go and invade that. He stepped backwards and made a decision to go back to bed. The next morning, he'd ask Nico if he had gotten any sleep. He'd magically guess that Nico had nightmares and confront him about it. He'd then try to talk to him only if the son of Hades wanted to talk.

Tomorrow, he'd do everything for Nico.

But tonight, it was only required to give him space.

NOTE - This is my first Solangelo fanfic, so hope it was good. Thanks for reading!

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