Elegia

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Final Part

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk X FemReader

Healthy mix of Angst and Fluff.

Author Note at End!-

Buggy

Dee woke up first, feeling the scratching of wood on his face. Sitting up quickly he saw they were in a cell- more accurately the brig of a ship. Sitting up quickly he felt his head throbbing in discomfort, he saw Bee also knocked out and shook him hard.

"Get up-" He hissed, smacking Bee across the cheek which snapped him away.

"What the h-" Dee slammed his hand against his brothers lips quickly. Bee noticing were they were and rubbing the side of his head. Dee carefully removing his hand-

"We have to be quiet..."

"Do you remeber what happened?" Bee questioned, Dee shaking his head. It was all too fuzzy for him to remeber.

"Doesnt matter.. we just gotta get out of here" Bee nodded at this and both kids stood up, Dee deciding to climb to the top of the cell greatful he had been in the crowsnest for a while and learned how to climb the mast.

"Hey this ship is old enough, I think if we push in this plank will pop up and we can try and shimmy our way up"

Bee followed his twins lead and climbed up next to him- Both beginning to push on the plank and pry it from its position. Dee greatful they were both skinny kids slipped his way through the open planking the dim space before pulling Bee up behind him. Once in they looked around.

They stared in awe- realizing this is must have been were they were stashing the treasure- it was small just big enough for the twins to stand with an inch of head space above them.

Bee grabbed some gold coins and shoved them into his pocket with a greedy smile. However Dee eyes went to a series of 3 boxes nearly stuck in a corner, kneeling down as he grabbed one and cracked it open seeing some odd looking fruit.

"Did you find food?" Bee said appearing like the Imp he was and peering down at it- it was boxes of fruit. Both boys groaned at the sight, You forced them to eat fruit most the time since they didn't really have a taste for healthy. Bee picked up the first one he saw and held it with one hand and frowned-

"That's it? Just some old fruit? They don't even have chocolate?" He grumbled figuring better tasting stuff was more valuable.

"Just shut up and eat it- We don't know if we will get food again" Dee argued back, Grabbing one from the box as well. Insync the two took a bite of their respective fruits and shivered in disgust as they tasted it. Bee barely able to swallow the first bite and quickly chucked it at a wall-

"What the hell was that!?" He yelled, Dee chewing his own in disgust before his eyes widened as he covered his brothers mouth. But it was far too late. Heavy footsteps quickly marched above them and both boys hit as the secret hatch above them opened- they saw a large pale man frowning as he looked at his secret treasures, he had a big purple fur coat, a wide brim hat that matched, way too small of eyes that made him look squashed like a pug. As he looked around clearly keeping an eye on his treasure Dee unfortunately was not keeping an eye on Bee who had grabbed a gold Dagger from the collection of goods and stabbed the captians hand. The large man yelled and jumped back-

Just like with all things- It seemed improve was Bee's go to!

Like two little rabbits both boys rushed out of the hiding hole and rushed out the Captian's Quarters while the blinged out Captian yelled and yanked the knife from his hand.

Dee and Bee ran through the halls of the ship, This wasn't like their dad's so it was difficult to navigate. However as if luck was on their side they rushed to the Main Deck- there they saw the ship and crew-

It was like they got flash banged by glitter- All the crew mates were wearing sequence in some way while the ship looked like someone had dunked it in cheap glitter and rhinestones.

"Did we get kidnapped by literally the lamest pirates?-" Bee questioned as the crew looked at the twins in shock.

"The hostages are escaping!!!" A crewmate yelled as all hell broke loose, The boys scrambled and darted in different directions. Dodging and lacing through the grown men at best they could- the boys were quite literally running laps around these idiots and having them knock into each other-

"Enough!!" What was assumed was the first mate held a gun up and fired directly at Dee clearly not caring about keeping a hostage for ransom anymore.

Dee stood in shock as the bullet came right at him- Before silence. Bee stood there in shock as Dee slowly looked down, There sat the bullet perfectly stuck to his chest. Carefully he pulled it off him and dropped it to the ground. Shocked just as much as the Crew members.

"THEY MUST HAVE EATEN A DEVIL FRUIT! THROW THEM OVERBOARD!!"

The Crew yelled before the grown men all charged at the boys- Dee picking up an oar and ready to defend himself. Till the oar didn't come off his hands- he started to wave it around wildly to get it off, Hitting the men in the process of doing so.

"Sorry!!" He yelled as he tried to kick off the oar from his hands but it smacked a guy in his teeth and landed perfectly back in his grasp sticking once again. His feet sticking to the ground as he bent backwards as a guy jumped at him and jumped into the sea around them.

"I-Im sorry!-" Dee cried as he spun around and the oar stuck to him swung and smacked another pirate inbetween the legs.

The oar finally unsticking from his hands and falling to the floor with a unflattering thud.

He looked to hear cackling as he watched Bee have the damn time of his life- He bounced like a spring everywhere, going incredibly fast as he punched different crewmates with the force of the abilities.

It seemed everytime Bee swung a wave of force would come out of him sending men flying at kicks and punches. He laughed loudly at this and looked on at the destruction he was causing.

Once all the crew mates were knocked out the hard steps and laughter from the Lower Deck caught their attention. The massive Captian clapping in praise as he walked up to the Main Deck.

"The Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam Fruit- Fitting you two would stumble upon it! One makes you Just sticky enough that nothing on the outside can harm you just stick, while the Bam Bam fruit lets you double your natural abilties every time you hit it twice"

The Captian bellowed as he stared down at the two boys- Pulling off his coat with a laugh revealing the many gold chains on his body and heavy rings on his fingers.

"Behold a true devil fruit! The Bling Bling Fruit!" He yelled as he clapped his hands and his whole body turned into glittering gold before punching the ground hard shattering thay part of the deck, The boys jumped out of the way of the impact.

"Too bad it won't keep you from being crusted to death!!" He yelled as he began to jump and use himself as a human Canonball- The boys barely dodging the attacks, the few times Bee tried to make a hit the mental just hurt his hands and made him jump away.

The Blinged out Captian continue to terrorize the boys, as well as landing blows on them that they barely were able to escape.

The Captian laughed loudly as the two boys were just trying a means to escape at this point, The older man hitting Dee who flung overboard barely able to stick to the side of the ship to keep from hitting the water.

"DANNY!" Bee called out as he rushed to pull his brother up. As he did so he saw the Captian power up and jump ready to crush to two under his weight.

"BLING BLING CRUSSH- OOF!-" He cried out as a Special Muggy Ball suddently smacked into his back exploding and propelled him into the ocean past the two kids. Both boys frozen as they saw The Big Top ship came into View, Buggy at the front as massive hooks came to the side of the blinged out ship and pulled it close.

"DAD!!!" Both boys cried out, Buggy and You rushing from the Big Top to the smaller pirate ship quickly and towards the twins. Buggy using his Chop Chop abilities to grab both twins from so close to the rails and pull them close.

"Oh thank Heavens you're alright!!" You cried out as you kissed their faces, tears rushing down your cheeks as you held them both close.

"How did you find us?" Bee fried out, As you smoothed your hand over his and Dee's face.

"You don't make your ship shiny cause you turn into a sailing Lighthouse thay anyone can track-" Buggy pointed out as he gestured to the glittery ship.

"Are you two hurt? Oh my goodness is that a busted lip!?" You cried as you looked at Dee's face.

"We are okay, we did most of the damage anyway! And the bullets didn't hurt me!"

"Yeah We were beating them all up too! And fought the whole crew with our awesome abilties!!" Bee yelled excitedly.

Buggy froze at this like a record scratch, staring at his sons with the most deadpan stare he could possibly muster as his eye twitched.

"Boys- Please elaborate on what the hell you mean by that?-" He asked as he put one of each hand on his shoulder and kneeled down to their eyelevel.

Bee grinned widely at this as he giggled excitedly, before snacking Dee and his hand sticking to his brothers face. Dee glared at this and yanked him off him aggressively before kicking his brother in the shin- making Bee cry out and hop on one leg, of course after that second jump he shot through the air.

Buggy giving his signature scream in shock before his hands flew out and grabbed Bee quickly before he flew into the ocean.

"YOU TWO ATE DEVIL FRUITS?!" He screamed out as he brought back bee carefully and proceeded to grill them on finding out how and why-

"Yeah the Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam fruit!!" Boy boys said in unison.

They ate a devil fruit- both ate a devil fruit... you turned away and felt your body stagger a bit as the words that Buggy was screaming in panic about to the twins was mumbled on you-

Both of them... Cursed to never swim... while you're out on sea... and both of them are pre-teen boys that don't listen...

You didn't remeber your face smashing into the main deck due to you fainting- However you sure as hell felt it when next thing you know Buggy is fanning your face and holding you in his lap in panic. Your boys standing around you as well and a few crewmates with a wet rag for you and a first aid kit.

"Buggy... please tell me your genes did not win and have not one...but both our twins eat a devil fruit"

You whimper out, Buggy wincing at your words a little and nodding that unfortunately it was true-

"Oh dear Gods..." You sigh- almost ready to faint again.

"Mommy I promise we won't cause any trouble" You heard Bee said, his voice softer then normal as he was clearly worried. Dee nodding in agreement as he too looked worried that you were mad at them.

"I know my loves- I... it's just very dangerous"

You say softly, Sitting up with the help of Biggy who rubs your back in comfort. Dee and Bee stand there nervous for a moment, before Dee whispers to his brother who grins and reach into his baggy pants pockets.

"Here Mommy! I have just the thing to show we will be okay- TAHA!" He yelled out as he pulled out two large handfuls of treasure.

Both you and Buggy's jaw drops at the sight. "Where did you get that!?" You yell and Dee smiles at this.

"On that ship we escaped" He said proudly, Buggy started in saying to bring it to the treasure room but the boys refused. Saying it was theirs and they would hide it in the best spot! Running from the both of you laughing as they plotted their treasure spot.

"I suppose a Pirates life is for them" You said with a tired chuckle, staring at the two as they ran away to the lower deck. Buggy helped you stand fully this time, not bothering to chase the kids for their nice lump of treasure.

"They will be amazing pirates for sure- and great men"

Feeling a arm around your waist, glancing up with a raised brow to see Buggy wide grin.

"You know, I haven't gotten that much time with the boys especially in those important younger years. I did miss so much and wish I got to experience those baby years as a Dad"

You slowly raised your brow as your eyes narrowed at the man who continued to grin with mischief in his eyes.

"What if we-"

You sent him a glare that made him smile nervously.

"Hell Fucking No-"

Shanks

It had been about 6 months since Shanks had returned into Vivians life. It had been slow going but getting there. The two had days were it was just them together and you could see that spark in Vivian's eye slowly coming back as her and Shanks hung out more-

Today was one of those days, Both having returned from a day out boating and having a picnic.

"Hey Mommy! We're home!" Vivian yelled put holding the empty picnic basket in her arms as Shanks smiled at you.

"Hey you two, How was today's boating adventure?" You ask, Smirking at the proud smile on Shanks face as Vivian began to mindlessly chatter about how much fun she had with Shanks. The man was clearly doing everything in his power to make it up to Vivian.

"I'm glad you two had fun"

As you speak this a wash off a odd feeling it you- You lean against the countertop, feeling lighthearted and dizzy. Assuming you had first thought you may have over worked yourself or not had enough water.

"(Y/N)?.." You hear Shanks call out to you as you felt odd. Closing your eyes as you staggered and fell being barely caught by a panic Shanks who called your name but the words warping before you feel unconscious.

When the doctor had arrived he had done every test imaginable and came out with grim results. An illness that couldn't be cursed and only be drawn out- he did everything he could in terms of medication however you all knew it was grim. Vivian took the news worse then anyone, insisting that you could improve if she did more. You and Shanks both having to slow her down and keep her from having a breakdown at that.

It had been a month since your diagnosis and you knew you were rapidly falling apart. Your legs being the first thing that went- you lips starting to get a sickly shade of blue and pain coursing through your form at all times. Vivian having decided to try and become a sort of care taker for you despite Shanks being there who helped you daily, she was desperate in wanting you to get better and it broke your heart to see-

"It's okay Mommy, you'll get better. Just takes time"

Laying in bed you watch Vivican fuss with your blankets talking about keeping you warm so you could get better. However you knew you wouldn't... your time was approaching and there wasn't anything to be done.

"Vi.. could you do me a favor and run to the market to get my favorite icecream?" You ask softly, watching her nod and run downstairs to do as you asked. Leaving you and Shanks alone, there was a few moments of silence before you sighed.

"Shanks... when I'm gone please take Vivian with you... she can't be alone" Shanks opened his mouth, most likely yo protest you dying but you held a hand up calmly.

"I know what will be happening to me... and in truth, I don't want to suffer either.. which is the second thing I need to ask of you-"

You saw his eyes water at this, bowing his head at the words. You knew you were asking too much of him- But he was the only one you trusted now and needed his help.

"What do you want done?..." He asked softly, his voice barely over a whisper.

"First... I want to have a nice dinner with all of you- And I want to tuck Vivian in... after she goes to bed.. me and you share one final drink together"

You say calmly, reaching over to grab the bottle of pain pills the doctor had given you. Holding the bottle out to him, his resolve cracking at this as tears rolled down his cheeks. Clutching the bottle hard and nodding.

"Okay... I can do that... And after?" He spoke between tears and trying to control his emotions. Tears running down your own cheeks at this point.

"Cremation.. and my ashes spread in the sea... the most beautiful place you can think of"

Shanks nodded at this tears running down his cheeks as he slipped the bottle into his jacket pocket for later.

When Vivian got back she was met with a surprising display, both her parents in the kitchen cooking. You seated on one of the chairs slowly and carefully cutting up ingredients while her father was stood adding it to different pots and mixing it with a spoon.

"Ah Vi, Thank you for the ice cream love. Wanna help us make dinner?"

Vivian smiled widely at this and nodded. It turned into a wonderful time together, the family making a wonderful curry dinner that was filled with laughter and nice stories- You and Shanks talking about your guys dating in the past, Vivian felt like she was in cloud nine. You were smiling and cheerful while Shanks was attentive and kind.

Once having your fill and eating the ice cream together Vivian watched you and Shanks together. After the family time Shanks carried you upstairs to Vivian's room were you read to her, kissing her forehead and tucking her in to the best of your abilities.

That evening once Vivian was put to bed Shanks laid you back in your own, careful in his task as he tucked you in with his hand and added several pillows to make you comforble.

Once laid out he grabbed two bottles of Rum. With shaking hands he added the crushed up pain pills in one and mixed it calmly before handing it to you.

Tears rolling down both of your guys cheeks as you both sat there together. Shanks leaned over and gently kisses your lips, sniffling as tears rushed down his cheek.

"I want to say I love you (Y/N)... and you have blessed me with not only your presence but our beautiful daughter.."

You smile at his kind words, returning the kiss and caressing his cheek.

"I love you too Shanks, you are a wonderful man who made me a Mother to a beautiful daughter.. I know you'll take wonderful care of her"

Holding your bottle up you both cheers and take the first sip of many, At this you two drink that night and for the final time.

When day rose, you were gone. Vivian had been woken up by the sound of the doctor talking, rushing out to see him and Shanks talking calmly his face red from crying. She rushed to him and peered into your room were a white sheet covered your form. Her eyes widening and her body running cold at the sight- She didn't even hear the words from Shanks as he laid a hand on her shoulder.

She stepped forward and he followed silently behind as she took a seat on the bed and touched the outline of your hand. Tears running down her cheeks as she looked on at your covered form, her hand hesitating in wanting to lift the shroud but stopped herself. Instead looking at Shanks who was silently crying while standing there.

"W-Was she in pain?" She asked, Shanks shook his head no at this. Vi nodded softly at this, before standing up from her seat and stepping towards Shanks and pressed her face against him- slowly her sobs began to fill the room as she wrapped her arms around his leg and cried. Shanks placing a hand on her head as he let her, she needed to cry.

The next few days had been a blur, Vivian had said her final goodbyes to you, crying by your side before the doctor took your body to he cremated. Shanks took control, he had organized the memorial, picked up the ashes to bring with him on his journey to sea and been with Vivian every step of the way. Vivian keeping the rights to the house and bakery when she wished to return, as well as packing up her room to be set onto his ship.

It was so much going on and all too quickly, yet it seemed like he was watching it in slow motion. Watching how Vivian looked out at sea or held the apron you always wore, it was hard for her yet she seemed to understand and accept it as well.

"Vivian.. are you ready?" Shanks called out, Stepping into her empty room as he crew took the last few boxes to his ship. She was standing there looking out the window holding your apron. Snapping from her thoughts she looked at him and nodded, folding the apron and putting it in her suitcase before following Shanks silently.

Once to the ship Vivian hesitated for a while, standing there as she watched the ship bustle to set sail as quickly as possible. She turned to look at the island, holding her suitcase still as the wind picked up through her red hair.

Vivian stood there, tears running down her cheeks as she looked out at what had once been her home with you.. her life that she knew with you was gone.

Feeling a hand on her back she looked up to see Shanks, looking as glum as her as he looked down at her. No words would be a comfort to her, they both knew that... but ironically they would only have each other from now on and the memories of you to keep them floating.

Mihawk

It was like clash of the titans in your home- Ever since you and Mihawk's tumble on the couch.

Mihawk and Alucare seemed to be constantly and silently fighting with each other. While they claimed it was training you were pretty sure Alucare taking a razor to the back of Mihawk's head was not apart of training or the need for Mihawk to quite literally toss his son to the other side of the island as punishment.

However it seemed in some way they were getting along- mainly when the two did real training in the orchard by your home. Since Alucare had a interest in blades Mihaek had taken up to training him- even procuring a curved sword he called a kilij to train him with. Alucare had taken up to this training well and had been getting better everyday. It had genuinely turned into a rather picturesque family envirment for the past few months much to your delight.

Today was just the same, Alucare and Mihawk up at dawn to train- Then silently fighting with each other, you cleaned up from breakfast and right on cue Mihawk walked in having let Alucare leave for school taking a seat at the dining room table.

You two shared a small conversation with each other as Mihawk unwined, you pausing however to take a break.

You rubbed your lower back in mild discomfort, you didn't notice Mihawk's gaze on you. How his eyes lingered on your form as you moved through the house.

"Dinner? Sure we can have dinner together next week, sounds like fun- Oh before I forget let me get you some tea-"

"Let me" You heard him say, and stand up quickly. Gesturing for you to take a seat quickly as he went to make the tea.

"It's okay Mih-"

"You're back hurts. It's more then acceptable to make my own tea and for you to rest.. You shouldn't work yourself so hard" Mihawk says calmly and surprises you by how he just took over the kitchen and sets down a cup of lavender tea, you raised a brow at this since he normally drank black.

"It's just mild back pain-" You pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him. Something was clearly up.

"Let's go to the doctors... if you are uncomfortable it's safer" He insisted as he took a seat and sipped his own tea ignoring your hard stares.

"...You know something don't you?-" You point out adding some honey to the lavender tea. But he stays quiet and continued to sip his tea.

At first you refuses to go to the doctors, hoping to prybit out of Mihawk what he was hiding- However the man just kept pestering you to go. It only took a few hours of his nagging for you to decide to go.

A few hours passing and Alucare returned, Clearly having decided to skip classes again to just return home. Walking in cautiously to see Mihawk in the kitchen and you nowhere to be found.

"Where is mom?" Alucare asked as he saw Mihawk quickly chopping vegetables-

"She will be returning shortly-" was all he said, but Alucare knew that tone. The old man was up to something.

The door slammed open and both men turned in surprise looking like two startled black cats with their fur raised- You were never one to flare your temper but oh boy did you look pissed. Holding a paper in your hand and glaring hard at Mihawk.

"You knew!!" You yelled pointing at him, Alucare stepping to the side out of the line of fire. Mihawk lowered the cooking knife and turned to look at you as you stomped forward.

"What did the doctor say?" He asked calmly, a almost playful tone on his face as you tossed the paper directly to his chest which he caught and began reading through carefully.

"You knew you got me pregnant again! You knew this whole damn time didn't you!!" You yelled, Alucare jaw dropping at the news and clearly now wanting to leave the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" He said calmly as he read through the paper, a smirk on his face as he read through it. You snatch the doctors paper from his hands that indicated you were in the early stages of pregnancy.

"You knew!- You ass!" You blush flustered as you hold the papers. Mihawk staring at you blankly and shrugging slightly like he didn't know what you were talking about- You placed your hand on your hips and narrowed your gaze.

"Damn it Mihawk we are both too old for a baby! Besides I can't fit a newborn in this house its-"

"Come move in with me" Mihawk said, this surprised you and Alucare together over how serious Mihawk seemed about this.

"I have missed the birth of one of my children already.. as well as you being forced to raise him on his own- I will not allow it a second time... I want both of you to move in with me" He explained, Gesturing to both of you with his hands. An air of silence followed.

"Mihawk- I couldn't just mooch off of you, I mean what would they think if just a random person moved into your home? I-I wou-" You were cut off again with a raised hand.

"You wouldnt be mooching off of me, you will be my wife and if anyone who dares come to my island has an issue with you as my wife they will learn quickly not to-"

Pause. Wife? Your eyebrows raised at hearing this, your cheeks feeling far too warm and chest fluttering.

Alucare looking slightly surprised by this as well.

"Wife? Since when have you married my mother?-" Alucare demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I planned on asking next week, however things have changed with the arrival of your sibling. So I'm asking now" He said bluntly.

That's when it clicked, thay dinner that Mihawk had asked you to join him at- That ment he was most likely going to propose then to you and ask you anyway to be his wife-

You covered your mouth in shock at this revolution. Mihawk smiled calmly at this, as he stepped closer to you. Alucare scrunched his face up in disgust at being caught in this sort of emotional situation.

"...If you're still interested I'd prefer to ask now. The ring order won't be ready till tommorow however..." Mihawk admitted as he placed his hands on your hips. Tears welling up in your eyes and you nodded.

"Yes, I will marry you-" You whisper out, Hugging the man you were so close to castrating just moments ago. Mihawk returning the gesture calmly as his hand settled on your waist.

"We will be moved out by the end of this week, it will be a bit of a sail to my Island so I will make sure everything is safe for the journey" He stated calmly, Alucare looking ready to barf at this point.

"I get no say in this do I-" Alucare asked as he stared at both of you.

"No."

"No-"

And that was that.

It seemed Mihawk really did manage to do as said, by the weeks end he had purchased a larger ship since he didn't think the Hitsugibune sea craft he usually used would carry you all comforbly and keep you safe. So he purchased a larger sea vessel, hiring also some local men to pack up the house and load everything onto the ship- Since your house was tiny it didn't take long.

Mihawk hadn't let you lift a finger- when you offered to help move things or even to cook lunch to bring on the journey he had refused and took the task himself. Alucare had also been weirdly okay with this all, he hadn't made a lot of friends in school so he wasnt attached to that- He'd explored all of the island and neighboring islands as well so he didn't care about the area-

Just like Mihawk had said, by the end of the week the small family was ready to depart- everything had been packed, enough food for up to 6 people to last a year instead of 3 as well as every supply imaginable.

You held Mihawk's had as he escorted you on the ship- still helicopering you. One hand on your lower back as he lead you on board.

"Mihawk Dear I'm not made of glass" You giggle softly, seeing the rather focused look on his eyes as he made sure you were fine while on board.

"I'm aware, but I wish for your safety only Darling" He says softly, Making you blush deeply and turn away in surprise. Alucare followed behind and rolled his eyed at the flirting between his parents.

Alucare looked at the island he had called home for the last time, feeling the tug of the small ship as it pulled from the docks ready to set sail.

This was the start of a new life.. and while he would never say it- he was excited for whatever was to come.

Author Note:

WOW! This sure has been one hell of a journey! I'm so glad that all of you have enjoyed these stories and have given me the chance to write for so many of you! These series has gifted me my first 800+ followers to my page and I couldn't be happier!

As a way to celebrate and yelp organize these stories I have organized them and put them on AO3! That and with some extra stories to go with them! They are also separated into individual stories as well!

Twice as Difficult Buggy x Reader and Twins

Memories that Wait Shanks x Reader and Vivian

Copy and Paste Mihawk x Reader and Alucare

Thank you all again and I hope to see you all soon!

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First Franky of 2025!! I been meaning to post this one since last month, but I’ve been busy being depressed and lonely and playing marvel rivals.

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Whenever I think about having a man between my thighs when I read fanfic I always think of just trapping him and alligator death rolling him

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Eddie Watch//E.M x Reader (7)

a/n: Eddie has a little crush

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summary: Despite wanting to help fight, Y/n is assigned to Eddie Watch to make sure ‘he doesn’t do anything stupid’ reluctantly, she agrees. everything’s fine, everything’s good. It’s all just perfect.

Word count: 1.5k

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“What’s this?” Y/n asked, sitting up in the boat to look at the plate presented before her. 

“Pancakes,” Eddie said, grinning excitedly at her. “I’m not very good at cooking, so sorry if they’re burnt.” He said, placing the plate on her lap. 

He watched her tentatively as she ate the pancakes. 

“They’re good.” She affirmed, taking another bite. She had to suppress a gag as she chewed the burnt and bitter pancakes. 

Why were they bitter?

“Oh also,” He said, snapping his fingers as he remembered. “Uh, if you want, you can go into the house and like. Have a shower or something if you want.” 

Y/n deliberated for a second.

“I don’t have a change of clothes.” she stated, putting the half-eaten plate of ‘pancakes’ beside her before hopping out of the boat gracelessly. 

“Oh uh,” he said, thinking for a moment. “Wait, I think I have some clothes in my van you can borrow. Mostly shirts, though,” he stated, patting each pocket on his body in search of his keys. When he did find them, he pulled them out and handed them to her. 

“My van is parked behind the house.” He told her, handing his keys to her. She nodded her head and left the shed in search of his van. 

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Secrets (18+)

Chapter 1 of 2 - Katakuri x (Accountant) Fem! Reader

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warnings: nsfw, oral, possessiveness, not beta read, i don't know why i made reader an accountant

You’d only moved to Totto Land within the year, but managed to land a decent job working in Komugi Island’s governing body thanks to your previous job at a sugar mill.

Working for pirates was new to you, but finances were not. Calculations of purchases and order slips covered your desk as you punched numbers into a snail calculator. Your notes were impeccably detailed and color coded, and they had to be. You had inherited a rather messy situation. You’d been taken on to balance the books—your hire a personal request from Katakuri, who had become concerned that the previous assignee had been pocketing berries and corrupting the financial balance of Komugi’s wheat production. You found that his concerns were well founded.

Katakuri clearly had the skills to be performing this work himself, but his role as minister kept him busy. It gave you some comfort that he had a level of familiarity with your work, as you were the current lone employee within Komugi’s finance department. Everyone else had been ran off by the corruption scandal, so you were alone in the office.

Moving to a new area with no friends, no family, you had no one to talk to except this large man working down the hall whose work ethic matched your own. It was nice to have someone around who understood your struggles, even if it was because you were the only two people left in the donut-shaped building after the sun set, plucking away at complicated problems that others had left behind.

Over time, you grew fond of him. Seeing the shadow of his large frame pass by the hallway near your desk and the familiar clinking of his spurred heels became reasons to stay. And you wondered if he felt the same. But you were a nobody. Just a random accountant filling in for a department shattered by corruption, up to your ears in work.

And yet, one day, the soft leather of the worn glove on his hand brushed against your body as you walked past him.

The next day, you caught the edge of his glance as he’d been looking at you. He pretended to be looking somewhere else.

A few months passed, and it continued on in this way. Coincidences. Seemingly manufactured reasons to come near you.  The subtle floury scent of mochi entering your nostrils as he checks for a document just behind your chair—was he watching you?

You thought you might be brave enough to ask why, but every time you gathered up the nerve, something happened. Sometimes, he’d interrupt you with a question. Other times, he’d simply be gone the moment your mouth began to open.    

Sitting at your desk with a pile of work unfinished after most of the work force had already clocked out, you asked questions in your mind. Why was this massive man showing up in the corner of your eye more frequently, more coincidentally…? Coincidence—could it be? The perfect Katakuri, rumored to be able to see the future, is not a man subject to mere coincidence. But to think that he’d have been near you on purpose? Something must be wrong. Was he suspicious of something you did? Could it be that he was wary of your loyalties? Despite your liking of him, you could not comprehend that your feelings could be reciprocated. Everyone liked him. And he was single. He was in his forties, and single.

“In his forties,” you pondered to yourself. Attractive, fit, employed, in his forties, and single. It echoed back and forth in your mind. There’s clearly something bad you don’t know about him, otherwise, he’d be married. That was the logical conclusion. You knew many men and women less desirable who had been hitched for years.

“Maybe he wasn’t single,” you thought to yourself, “or maybe he is now and he has a dead wife and”—, you continued internally, crafting a whole backstory for this man who you truly knew little about beyond the legendary reputation and sparkling politeness. You blinked and snapped back to reality at the sound of a creak.

Katakuri was standing in the doorway, eyebrow raised inquisitively above his fluffy scarf. To your surprise, he spoke. “Break?”

—

Despite your protests that there was still work to do, Katakuri convinced you to take a quick walk outside with him. “Sugar is strength” was one of the most curious arguments you’d heard in favor of dropping work for a meal. But it worked on you. The sugar coated lands of Totto Land were sometimes overwhelming even for someone with the biggest sweet tooth, but you could not pass down a cake. It was Friday, and this week had been especially chaotic. Katakuri’s distracting presence throwing your emotions into a girlish crush, and the sheer volume of work still ahead of you to untangle the web of financial missteps and lies—you could stand to take a little time off to clear your head. And to do it with the man putting your thoughts into a jumble was the perfect excuse.

Side by side, you had walked together to a local sweets shop in the nearby downtown area of Komugi Island. While you’d spent a good amount of time talking to him while seated, you’d not had many chances to stand next to Katakuri. How small you felt as you were at his side, clutching your bag to your chest nervously. You looked at his gloved hand and realized how small your bag would look in his palm if he were to hold it—a mere coin purse for a man his size.

You took three steps for his every one stride of his long legs, but he was not hard to keep up with. He consciously walked slowly so you could keep up, already adjusted to the gaits of smaller beings. You wondered how many people he had walked with, and why. Was this going to be some kind of interrogation? You felt his eyes on you as the hairs on your neck prickled.

—

The moon peeked out through a cloudy window in the overcast sky. You and Katakuri sat together at a table that hardly accommodated his legs on the back patio of the sweets shop, sharing a cinnamon roll donut, each sipping caffeine. You’d ordered a cappuccino, the frothed milk balancing out the bitterness of the espresso, a perfect pairing for a sweet donut, you thought. Katakuri had ordered a vanilla latte, one you noticed he’d stirred an extra packet of sugar into before heading outside to sit with you. It didn’t surprise you that the Sweet Commander had a sweet tooth, but made you smile regardless. It made such a serious man look so unserious.

You shared a rather awkward conversation about the weather, unsure of what to talk about. He didn’t maintain eye contact or seem interested, nor did he reach for his cup, or his share of the donut. Though you could swear parts of it were disappearing every time you looked away. He sat there stiff as a board, hardly looking comfortable. Your fear that you were in some sort of trouble melted away as his lack of charisma softened the waves of anxiety crashing against your mind.

You hardened your resolve, and straightened your posture. “So…was there something you wanted? I noticed you’d been around my office more lately. I combed through my notes, but I don’t think I owe you anything…or am I forgetting something?” You asked earnestly. Katakuri looked away again, off into the distant sky, a visible gulp traveling through his bare chest. “Well…” he responded.

Something in his eyes flashed and a wave of confidence was brought over him. He leaned down close to the table, close to your face, and looked into your eyes.

“I was wondering if you’d go out with me. And before you respond: no, I do not have a dead wife. I’m single, and have been most of my life. Things don’t usually turn out well for me in the romance department.” In your head, the gears turned. “But what about his dead wife. Is he talking about his dead wife?!,” you thought, until you realized he’d already addressed that. You were dumbfounded. Such is the power of Katakuri, the man who sees the future.

You didn’t respond, so he continued.

“You want to ask, “why me?” But the answer is straightforward. I like you. I apologize if I am being too forward,” he said as he sat up straight again, hiding a bit of himself in his fluffy scarf.

He continued. “It’s…it’s okay if you don’t want to.” Your silence was deafening, and with his concentration lost, he scrambled to view the future. He bit his lip underneath his scarf.

Seeing cracks in Katakuri’s armor was endearing, and just made you like him more. Maybe there really was nothing to be afraid of. Everything felt so sudden, so unexpected—how could he like you? Why? When? But you already knew your answer.

You responded simply. “I’d like to.”

—

The man who had once been a mysterious stranger slowly transformed from the other overworked person down the hallway, to a kind and thoughtful partner. As time passed, the love between you bloomed slowly and sweetly, like sweet-smelling flowers growing on the riverbank of a slow-moving stream. Katakuri stayed a reserved man, careful not to impose. He was gentlemanly with a minor sarcastic streak that you’d begun to know. With such a perfect image, you cherished the little oddities that leaked out of his stone exterior.

The way he praised you, respected you, and listened to you speak gave you confidence. While you’d initially been suspicious of his interest in you, you began to realize it was genuine, and you hoped that you could offer him the same reassurance that he offered to you.

—

When he had first revealed his face to you, you found it endearing the way he’d moved so unsurely. There was fear in his eyes, afraid of rejection, or worse, as he craned his neck down towards you in your first visit to his bedroom. You sat together on his massive bed, your feet unable to touch the floor. Attempting to initiate a kiss, you climbed up his body and touched the side of his face gently behind his scarf, planting a small kiss on his ear. He removed the scarf slowly, a bit shakily. He maintained eye contact as if you’d disappear if he looked away or blinked. But once his scarf was removed, you hardly even noticed the fangs protruding from scarred lips as you looked into his eyes and smiled at him, full of adoration, as you leaned into your first kiss together. The extra large teeth felt warm against your cheeks so you kissed them too, causing him to flush a deep red. “Handsome,” you said with a smile.

The next secret of his that he revealed was that of his merienda—the meditative break he’d been known to take once a day in the afternoon with a pile of hand delivered treats to concentrate on. One day, he invited you—come at 3:15pm sharp, and do it quietly. He didn’t want anyone to know that you’d entered. Slipping away from work early, you dressed up in your most comfortable clothes in anticipation of a strength training routine. Little did you know, the workout you’d get was not part of any training regimen…

—

As you entered the harrowed shrine of the mochi halls, you were immediately blasted with a kaleidoscope of pinks, purples, blues, and reds, covered in rainbow sprinkles. Smells assaulted your senses with an overwhelming sweetness that reminded you of your first date with Katakuri. You walked forward, stunned by what you were seeing, and stepped directly onto an oversized cream filled donut which squirted all over your clothing. You started to slip backward but were caught moments before disaster by your partner’s large arms.

His scarf was already off, you noticed, as he smiled down at you with a bit of pink frosting on his chin. “Careful there, darling.” Katakuri gave you a kiss on the lips. He tasted like a strawberry donut.

“What’s all this?” You asked with a playful tone as you gestured to the interior of his personal mochi palace. Littered with donuts and sweets, you were not entirely surprised that Katakuri had another secret hidden behind that perfect visage of his.

Still carrying you, Katakuri carefully stepped to the center of the donut pile where a stash of large pillows lay. He sat down and rested you upon his lap in a comfortable seated position with one arm on your back, beaming at you with a goofy grin that almost reminded you of a child. It was strange to see his usually serious face painted with such a genuine smile, but you felt it looked natural on him. You wished you could see it more.

“This is the true face of my merienda. The true face of me. It’s my secret,” he spoke from the heart. “I never thought I’d have wanted to share this with anyone. No one, until I met you.”

You blushed. In your time with him, he had always been a straightforward man, but romance was not his forte. He often stood there awkward, stiff, with few words or actions of comfort, no silver tongue to sweep you off your feet. But in this case, his bare-faced honesty, the grin, the little bits of food on his face and clothes added a level of trust you’d not yet breached.

“I feel honored,” you replied. “You’re really not what you seem. You still surprise me every day.”

Katakuri smiled in response. Still holding you, he used his other arm to pick up a beautifully crafted and very oversized yeast donut with frosted glaze that glittered in the sunlight dripping from the small windows in the ceiling. “I saved this for you,” he went on. “It’s my favorite.”

He fed you carefully, allowing you to take a healthy bite of the cherished donut without getting it on your hands or face. Its texture was perfectly light and fluffy, and the sweetness not too overwhelming, balanced with a vanilla flavor that rounded out the flavor.

As you happily let him continue to feed you the wonderful donut, Katakuri pondered. “As you know, this is my daily routine. It helps me keep up with the stresses of my every day life.”

Katakuri’s eyes narrowed, and you felt him inhale sharply beneath you. “…And I can’t help but notice that you need to relax, too.”

—

You don’t know how long it’d been since 3:15pm. How long it took for you and your partner, Katakuri, to finish the helping of fresh, warm donuts piled into the center of the mochi shrine, how long you laughed at how adorable he looked with his mouth full of donuts like a hamster, how embarrassingly long you stared at how large his tongue was, or how long it took for you to climb up his body to look into his eyes like this, your body pressed against his as he laid on his back. But you knew you didn’t want it to end.

Ever-so-gently, you kissed the bits of frosting and pastry off his body. “Mustn’t go to waste,” he teased. You smirked back in agreement, and you felt the tension completely leave his body as he melted into your touch. Your small figure slowly explored the bare inches of him and more, investigating the soft skin under his vest, and taste-testing the happy trail leading down between his hips to unknown pleasures.

Katakuri repositioned, bringing a gloved finger to touch your cheek. Due to his height, his hands were three times the average height of man’s, but his build was slender, and his attention was gentle. The soft lambskin brushed against your face as he looked at you intently, holding your chin up as you moved to sit on his chest.

“Your turn,” he said.

Effortlessly, he removed your dirtied clothes with a single hand, and you sat before him in your underwear. His gloved hand grasped your front, palm flat against your stomach, fingers touching your shoulders and breasts as he circled his thumb on your skin. He continued this for some time, feeling your body, rubbing against you softly. You felt heat building up between your legs, staining your underwear with excitement. You wanted to feel his skin.

You leaned down to kiss the tip of his finger, and reached for the edges of his glove. He allowed you to pull it off, revealing the soft hand of a man who took careful care of his skin. His fingers were long and spindly, hairless, with pronounced knuckles and joints. His age showed in his hands, unlike in his eternally young face. The skin was lightly translucent, showing the veins beneath. He used his teeth to pull off the other glove, and tossed both to the side.

Your eagerness was infectious. Katakuri grabbed each of your legs and spread you open as you sat upon his body, holding onto you with an iron grip. Resting his thumbs just out of reach of your underwear, he looked up at you with an inquisitive brow. You bit your lip and shivered a bit in excitement, and nodded, goading him on.

 He placed the tips of his thumbs against your slick with the lightest pressure, rubbing you up and down with a pace that made you ache for more. The slow up and down motion of his thumbs felt like rolling waves, building pleasurable pressure in your innards. As he watched you begin to lose your composure, he licked his lips thinking of what was to come.

Katakuri rubbed his large thumbs against your clit in varying motions, his skill for this undeniable. Had he been with other women before? You really had no idea, and at this point, you really didn’t care. Your underwear was soaked and you wanted more.

As you pulled at the edges of your underwear, he spurred into action. He snapped them off with a single flick of his fingers, ripping them into an unwearable sheet of cloth, and slid you up towards his face, your depths calling to him. He closed his eyes and inhaled through his nose, exhaling with a grin.

“You smell delicious,” he said with a low grumble.

A little more awkwardly, he continued, asking as his nibbled his lip: “May I taste you? I don’t bite.”

You vibrated excitingly at the thought of his almost inhuman tongue entering your body. How will it feel? It’s so big! You nodded, using your fingers to open your achingly wet folds towards him. His large tongue slipped out from between his teeth as he pulled you into him, resting your legs carefully on his fangs and cheeks as to not hurt you.

Katakuri’s tongue slowly licked and prodded at your entrance, careful to savor your juices with an audible gulp. The flat of his tongue pressing against your ass and pussy felt like nothing you’d quite experienced before. The cool saliva of his mouth and the warm heat building up within you intertwined with the slow rocking of your hips towards him.

His hands slid over your skin, keeping your legs steady and holding you firm, as he increased the pace in which he devoured you. The feeling of his tongue slipping up and down your core was intense, and your body began to shake from the pleasure against his firm grip—every inch of your most sensitive areas were being engulfed with wet warmth and you let out a muffled moan.

Barely able to open your eyes, you peered down at him. His brow was furrowed, concentrated so intently, such perfect concentration, and you watched as he enjoyed the meal he’d made of you. His large hands looked even larger against your thighs, thick fingers pressing into the fat of your leg with a satisfying squish that held you locked in position until he was done with you.

You moaned again, body recoiling, and he responded with a low growl, holding your legs more strongly, with a powerful grip that may leave marks later. If you’d been sound enough of mind, you’d have compared him to a beast who had snapped at someone trying to take its food.

His closed eyes now opened and looked straight up at you with ferocity, as he continued his rapid licking, with a distinct possessiveness you had never seen from him. “Mine,” the words shot into your head from the look in his eyes.

That pushed you over the edge.

Your body suddenly tensed itself so hard that you could barely breathe, barely think. Then a wave of pleasure crashed over you like a great tsunami. With a great release, your heart rate began to slow, your muscles relaxed, as your pleasure spurted into Katakuri’s mouth. Katakuri’s fervent licking slowed to match yours as he marinated in your scent, taking care not to let any of your juices fall to the floor.

Still, he held onto you so tight. Your body felt like it came back down from floating, and you landed firmly in his hands, his face still at your lower half.

Katakuri licked his lips. He found his boldness.

“More.”

He was still hungry.

Thirty Days - Rise Donatello x Reader Part Two

Jesus I did not expect this to blow up the way it did but here is the next part! This fic is heavily inspired by And I Can’t Be Without You by dancingdonatello over on AO3. I love that fic and kinda put my own twist on it. I highly suggest you read it, it is sooooo good.  Reminder! April is 21, Raph 20, Donnie, Reader, Leo 18, and Mikey is 16. And make sure you read the first part for context, it will make it much easier to understand!!! Also if you'd like to be in the taglist down below for the next part please leave a comment to let me know!

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Other Parts are Here -> Part One --- Part Two --- Part Three

Donatello had a big problem. A very, very (that’s two verys) big problem. When he had given you that list a week ago he never expected you to actually do any of it. He just wanted to keep you busy, keep your strange and unusual feelings away from him. Feelings are way too complicated for this man of science to deal with, so the better option was to keep you and those emotions away from him. That was all he wanted, but when you came back with a big smile and a manilla file in hand, something changed. Donnie’s hands trembled as he marked off that first bullet in a purple Sharpie. As the purple ink slid onto the paper, Donnie realized just how deep of a pit he got himself into. 

The genius highly underestimated your crush on him, your desire to date him. Donnie that night was unable to focus on his projects, panicking over his mistake to start this list thing with you instead. He paced in his lab, trying to figure out how he was going to fix this, make you forget the list and just not have anything happen with the paper. 

He slid his hands over his face as he groaned loudly looking back to his computer. The file you had given him with all the Purple Dragon’s codes and secret files filled his screen. As he stared at the screen, soaking in the blue light from the monitors, he began to think. You gave him a direct way to sabotage the dragons, with your determination could you get him the cloaking brooch? The uranium? Donnie’s heart raced at the thoughts of what could be possible with you as his little errand-runner. “Maybe I can make this work…” the mutant mumbles as he runs his fingers over the folder, the list on the top of the cream file. 

Reader’s POV

When Donnie asked you to go on a trip to the Hidden City with him, your heart nearly jumped from your chest. He said in his text that he needed to get some more mystic crystals for his tech bo and goggles. Maybe this could be an opportunity for you to get another bullet or two off the list. Of course you reply with an eager yes, buzzing with excitement, all worries about Donnie using you flying out the window. You kick and giggle like a young middle school you all over again on your bed, blushing madly at the offer. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm down, this is definitely not a date, just a supply run for Donnie and your list. That is all this is. Yep, definitely all this is. 

You shake your fists by your chest, a stim of your overwhelming happiness as you can’t help but see this as a date. Although it wasn’t posed as a date, it felt like one. You text Donnie to meet  you at Hueso’s for lunch before you both head to the yokai city for the totally not date. 

You slip into a lilac T-shirt and ripped jeans, casual white sneakers on. You wanted to be  comfy for the trip, the run possibly lasting hours. With a bag and a smile you meet Donnie at the hidden entrance to Run of the Mill Pizza, the place close to your apartment. As you wait for the purple softshell to show up you chew on your thumb nail and pace, mind racing with excitement and a little anxiety. 

“You’re gonna fry your brain with all that thinking,” a voice says from below you. You snap your head to the manhole cover, the man of your enfatuation climbing to the surface.

You grin as you help Donatello by lifting the cover to let him get out all the way. The man was dressed in black cargo pants, and a loose white tank top over the sleek battle shell he always wore, a black hat over his mask, eyebrows perfectly drawn on, and bulky black boots on his feet. You bite your lip as you take in his exposed muscles, lean and so very hot. You look at his face, blushing as you find yourself caught in your staring. You look to the asphalt, clearing your throat at the nice sight of the softshell as you put the cover back over the manhole. “Hungry?” You ask as you look back to Donnie leaning on your tip toes as you gesture nervously to the Hidden City portal. 

“For pizza? Scoff, is that even a question?” He walks into the portal, you following behind a bright red flush to your skin. 

The smell of delicious, warm food fills your senses as you both walk in, yokai and mutants mingling in the diner. “Ah, Donatello welcome back,” A talking skeleton greets the two of you, a fond smile on his face. “No Pepino today?” Hueso quirks his eye ridge up as he leans against the host podium, causally talking with the softshell. 

Donnie shakes his head, “Nope just me and a friend.” Your heart pangs at the title as Hueso nods his head and leads the two of you to a table. “I’ll do a flavorless juice and,” the mutant looks to you a brow raised in question, “Just a pepperoni?” Donnie asks you.

You hum as you are brought back to reality. “Huh?” Donnie repeats his question with a roll of his coffee eyes. “Oh…uh yeah, pepperoni is fine,” You bite your lip, trying to hide your disappointment over the ‘just a friend’ title Donnie gave you earlier. You are just friends, so he wasn’t lying, but it still kinda hurt. “And a Dr. Pepper for a drink.” Hueso nods and finishes up the order, putting it into the kitchen shortly after. 

The silence at your table is awkward, your hands fiddling with one another below the table, bag next to you. “So, you wanted to get crystals, right?” You ask, unable to keep the silence and tension between the two of you. You look up at Donnie, seeing him just as fidgety as you. 

Donnie looks to the side, “Yeah, I need some, the current crystals in my bo and goggles are running low on power.” 

“O-okay cool,” You mumble looking back at your hands. “Anything else you wanna get while we’re down here?” You try not to sound nervous, failing miserably. 

Thankfully the gods are on your side as the pipping hot pizza is placed on the table, Donnie’s juice and your Dr. Pepper placed on the respective sides. You both drool at the sight of the pizza, stomachs growling hungrily. You hum as you pick up a piece, devouring the cheese and meat heaven. “I would like to do a few other things while we are here,” the turtle say after swallowing a bite. “-get a few of your things marked off?” Donnie says, finally answering your question. 

You choke on your soda, so shocked he even wanted to do that with you. He looks at you, puzzled at your reaction. You cough as you take a sip to calm the burn in your throat. “Oh, um yeah, I was planning on it anyway,” you managed to squeak out, rubbing your chest, the spot a little irritated from your coughing fit. Your face burned as you look off to the side, trying to settle yourself.

Donnie smiles, your heart fluttering at the expression. “Good,” he says as he takes your free hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I kind of want this list to be completed.”

Your eyes grow comically large at the turtle’s words. “Y-you do?” Donnie nods to your question, as he eats another portion of his pizza. Your heart thuds against you rib cage, ears ringing, stomach rolling from Donnie’s confession. He wants this. He wants you to be successful with this list. Donnie, the emotionless bad boy, wants to get this list done so the two of you can date. You shake your head, an ear splitting grin on your face. You buzz in your seat, wanting to badly to kiss the mutant and check off your list. You can’t help it as you slap some cash on the table and bolt out of the diner, Donnie’s hand in yours. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In a few short weeks, everything changed between you and Donnie. Everything for once in your crazy life was going right. After that first totally not date, the two of you continued to do little runs like that, Donnie helping you get the items on the list occasionally. Your heart soared every single time he sent a text about a trip. You traveled to Donnie’s favorite junk yards, the Hidden City multiple times, New York and so many other places with him, each trip feeling more and more like a date. 

At twenty five days after marking off the first bullet on the list, you only had one item left. Uranium. Stupid uranium. 

You dreaded getting the item, knowing it was pretty damn close to impossible to get.  But you were determined. For once something was completely worth the risk, worth the pain and hours of stress put into each plan to check off another bullet. Donnie’s grin of excitement when you brought him the cloaking brooches, the scraps of precious metal, the crystals, it was all worth it. That look, the stims of joy, the oddly comforting evil laugh Donnie would make. The almost kiss that happened. 

You snuck into Donnie’s lab with a very rare piece of machinery, Big Mama had it for some reason, but with a few twists on both ends, you got it. Sure you have a debt to the mob boss now, but to see Donnie look at you like he cared about you was all worth it. 

“Donnie~” you call out to the mutant, pulling your bag off your shoulders. You unzip it as the purple softshell drops what he was doing and comes to you. You pull out the machinery with a smirk, watching as Donnie’s jaw drops, wide and definitely not drooling. 

“Holy truffle mac and cheese, you got it?” he stutters out looking at the metal in your hands. He carefully plucks it from your fingers, stars in his eyes as he looks it over, “How?”

You try to act cool about his reaction, the banging of your heart in your chest and blood rushing faster than Sonic the Hedgehog, leaving you a little dizzy. “Eh, I managed to make a deal with BM over it.” You try to relax your stance, wanting to look chill and definitely not ready to bounce around the room at the speed of light. 

Donnie’s eyes widen as he looks at you, “You made a deal with Big Mama? The mob queen of the Hidden City?” You nod, looking down to hide your blush, your left foot digging into the subway car floor. “God you are an absolute dumb dumb for doing that,” As you look up you see Donnie smiling at you, big and bright. 

You can’t help but get close to him, not close enough to touch since for the mutant that is a big no-no, and you were not going to cross that line. You raise to your tiptoes, nose mear inches from his snout, “But I got it!” You see Donnie’s eyes flick down to your lips as you speak, his chest rising and falling quickly. He bites his lip and for a moment you contemplate whether or not to close the gap. You really want to close the gap, you want to feel his lips against yours so badly. And for a tiny moment, you swear Donnie wanted it too. 

When the softshell clears his throat you snap out of it, faces flushed as you both take a step back from one another. “Uh thank you, Y/n,” the ninja swallows, returning to his desk to check off the list and to set down the metal. 

You timidly walk over to him, trying to push passed the awkwardness of the almost kiss. You look over his shoulder, counting the remaining bullets unmarked by purple ink. “Six left!” You whisper, fingers shaking as you touch the paper as Donnie caps the marker . He looks at you and then look back to the list. “Six items and then you’ll be my boyfriend.”

Donnie rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah, boyfriend.” 

Something about the way he sad that rubbed you wrong but you were too excited about finishing the list to care.

Now at one item, you stressed the next five days to get that stupid uranium. You scoured the internet to see if there was any news articles about big companies with your last item, unfortunately you couldn’t find any place that you could easily break into and get some. Hey, you may be desperate, but you were not breaking into tech genius billionaire, John Bishop’s business. He has more security than Big Mama does, and she was difficult as is. 

You decided to turn to the turtle’s contacts, only one making you cry when they answered yes to having uranium on the second to last day of the thirty-day promise you made to Donatello. Of course, the Baron Draxum, when he lived in the Hidden City, had access to uranium. You thanked the goat man over and over again for letting you access his old lab. He asked you to grab a few things alongside the uranium while you were down there, because of course he would, and sent you on your way to the location. 

Once you were down in the Hidden City you wandered to the location, cringing when you see the decrepit building, vines, and trash littering the place, clearly not having been touched in the years of Barry’s absence. Using a dagger you had gotten as a defense weapon from the turtles one Christmas, you thrash into the overgrowth that covered the door, gagging at the sound the vines made and the horrid scent that entered your nose as soon as you busted open the doors. You used the flashlight on your phone as you warily walk into the old lab, avoiding the crumbly walls, vines, and sciencey-type stuff. It was even worse looking inside than the out, but with all the sciencey botany stuff inside you figured Donnie would like to come here. 

‘Maybe once we officially start dating I can take him here,’  you think to yourself as you look at all the books covered in dust and grime. ‘If it gets a good cleaning first.’ 

It took over an hour for you to find the box of uranium that Draxum had tucked away in his lab. You grinned as you pulled it out, seeing the glistening element under your phone’s flashlight. You pick up the box placing the other items you grabbed for the goat man inside before leaving the lab, closing the creaking doors behind you. You nearly trip over the steps as you leave, twisting your ankle in the process. You hiss at the pain in your foot, not too thrilled about having to limp back to a portal to get home. But you do it anyway, picking up a few pizzas for the boys at Hueso’s as you take a small rest for your aching limb at the pizza place. 

Your ankle screams at you as you drop off the items requested by Barry to him, getting a small thanks from the yokai. You lift the nearest manhole from Draxum’s home and sit on the asphalt for a moment. This was so surreal for you. After months of pinning, you finally get Donnie’s heart after you willingly gave him yours. You look at your ankle, the joint swollen and bruising. You wince, “I might’ve rolled it more than I thought.” You shake your head, figuring Leo can take care of it once you give your soon-to-be boyfriend the uranium. 

With your heart racing, you slip into the sewers to your fate, pizza and your last bullet on your list in hand. 

Donatello POV

Donnie paces in the kitchen, brothers surrounding him to help him with his current dilemma. “I don’t know what to do, this is all too,” the mutant rubs his hands over his face, looking helplessly at his brothers, “-too complicated.”

“Dontron, my dear twin,” Leo purrs, earning a glare from Donnie at the mention of the ‘twin’ thing. “You clearly love Y/n too.” Donnie rolls his eyes, looking away from the slider in clear annoyance. 

“Yeah it’s kinda obvious, why would you do the list anyway?” Mikey chirps as Raph nods his head beside him. 

The purple clad ninja glares at his brothers, a growl rumbling from his chest. They didn’t understand. This list was not to prove that Y/n liked Donnie enough to get the stuff, it was to keep them away. And how dare his siblings assume the softshell liked that mess of a human. Yeah their presence over the last few weeks became a comfort and maybe he enjoyed seeing the glint of pride and joy in their eyes every time they brought in an item, but that does not mean he had a crush. His dumb dumb brothers didn’t understand. “Scoff, I didn’t think that they would actually do any of it-” Donnie huffs, crossing his arms over his plastron as he leans against the back kitchen counter, his siblings, more like accusers in this moment, against the other counter, skeptical looks on their faces. “What I just wanted to keep them and all their complicated,” Donnie cringes, “-feelings away from me.”

“So you just wanted to push them away and instead made the two of you even closer?” Raph asks elbows leaning against the counter as he wears a sly grin on his face, snaggle tooth poking into his bottom lip at the action. Donnie hisses at his older brother, confirming his suspicion. 

“Then why did you go on dates with them?” Mikey adds, tilting his head, a puzzled look on his round face. 

Donnie throws his head back, his mask tails brushing his battle shell. “They were not dates Micheal,” the softshell looks at his brothers again, clearly frustrated and, dare they say, looking a little scared. “I just used the outings as a distraction so they wouldn’t find out I was using them for all the items on the list!” His siblings gawk at his reply, eyes wide as they stare the purple genius down. Donnie shrugs his shoulders, “What?”

Mikey pinches what would be his nose bridge if he had one, “Donnie you realize the problem here right?” Yes, yes he did, and frankly he didn’t care. It was Y/n’s stupid crush that caused this whole problem in the first place. It’s their fault all of this has happened. Don’t blame him. 

Leo wraps and arm around his shoulder, one he quickly backs away from. “Dude, they have it down bad for you and you decide to use their crush on you as an opportunity to get shit for you?” Leo looks disappointed as Donnie pulls away from his arm. The softshell looks at his older and youngest brother, similar looks on their faces. 

“Not cool Don,” Raph whispers, voice full of big brother shame. Donnie cringes hating the fact he disappointed his siblings, each turtle’s expression burning into his mind. 

Donnie shakes his head, trying to stay strong and justify his choices, “Okay, and what if I am?” His brothers stare at Donnie, and he can’t help but shudder under their stares. “ I’ve been using them to get stuff for my projects. Once I realized they were crazy enough to actually do that kind of thing for me I decided I could make it all work out and I-”

A loud crash is heard right at the entrance of the kitchen. The beacon of the problem standing in the doorway with wide eyes. “What?” Donnie and his brothers freeze at the sight of you, boxes crushed against the floor in a messy heap. 

“Oh...uh hello Y/n,” Donnie swallows the thick lump in his throat as he sees you. Of course, this would happen, classic romance kinda thing. The snapper, slider and box turtle leave the kitchen, and Donnie almost begs them to stay. Almost. 

“You’ve been using me?” Donnie rolls his eyes, not understanding why this was such a shocker of a thing for him to do. He looks at you and- oh. Oh.

Oh.

The expression on your face erases his brother’s disappointed looks from minutes ago. Yours is burned, no, carved into his mind. Your eyes are owlishly wide, body trembling as tears bead in the corners of your eyes Donnie grew to like watch crinkle with a smile on the chapped lips you bit so often. Your face was pale and not the healthy pink it glowed with normally.

Donnie looks down to the ground before stepping towards you and when you immediately step back, something inside him breaks. He didn’t like this reaction one bit, all of it rubbed him wrong. “L-look,” the softshell stutters eyes to the kitchen tiles once again. “I-”

“No.” 

“What?” Donnie looks up to you, seeing your cheeks glistening with fresh tears. 

You swallow thickly, shaking your head as you back up. “No, I-I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear fake excuse from you.” You try to wipe your eyes and it takes everything he has to not grab your face to wipe them from your cheeks because dammit he did not like that. “I can’t believe I believed your little list was to date you!” You scoff and cover your face in one hand. 

“I didn’t think you would do it,” Donnie whispers as he tries to step towards you again, really wanting to explain everything and get that stupid look off your face. 

Your head snaps up from your hands, “Yeah and I didn’t think you would use me.” You bark and it sends a shiver down Donnie’s spine, feeling it in his shell from the bitter tone you speak in. “Why did you do it anyway?” You ask folding your arms over your chest, all your weight placed on one foot 

Donnie swallows the worsening lump in his throat. He focuses on the floor instead of your body, trying to ignore the pit of despair forming in his gut. “Feelings are complicated,” He hears you scoff at that but continues, “Your feelings are complicated, a-and I didn’t like that,” the softshell wets his lips, digging for the right words in his mind. “I wanted to keep you busy by giving you crazy tasks, and by Newton’s law you did it.” Donnie finally gets the courage to look at you again, only to regret it by seeing your face full of hurt and anger. “A-and I decided to, to use your blind devotion to get all that stuff for experiments and projects.”

You are silent for a while and Donnie almost sighs with relief to have it over, but of course, you reply to his statement in the worst way possible. “So none of this was because you liked me back?” Donnie looks away again and nods. You huff, a broken sound Donnie never wants to hear again. “This entire time I thought maybe I had a chance. I thought the one guy I have ever loved this hard actually wanted me. Those dates, or do you even want to call them that?” Donnie cringes, realizing how it looked from your point now. You suck in a deep breath, taking his silence as the answer to your question. “Those were dates to me, and I loved every single one. Every. One.” You throw your arms into the air, “I thought you loved me, I guess I was wrong.” Donnie hears you begin to move away and fights himself on whether or not to stop you. He almost does until you speak again, voice low and full of venom. “Enjoy your uranium, asshole.” 

The turtle looks down at the fallen boxes, remembering their presence. He sees pizza scattered on the ground from Run of the Mill, boxes crumpled under another, much bigger box. He crouches to the ground and his heart stops as he sees the precious item he’s been wanting for so long. His breath hitches in his throat as he looks up to try and stop you from leaving but you are already gone. Donnie’s vision swims as he shakily grabs a clump of the element, staring at it with disdain. He drops it in the box and curls in on himself, feeling incredibly guilty, remembering all the ‘dates’ the two of you had, the smile that made his heart pound against his plastron, your voice making his soft shell shiver. He closes his eyes trying to block out how overwhelmed he felt, only to see your broken expression in the darkness of his eyelids. 

Donnie sobs, as he realizes what he just did, and that he did in fact feel the same way you do about him. Fuck.