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Fear Won’t Strike Twice

Hurt! Donatello X GN! Reader

|Author note: Thank you for your request! I’ve always loved the concept of Donnie getting his soft shell scratched tf up. I had a blast with this and hope you enjoy it! This is based on Season 2 Episode 2, but the outcome of the attack on Donnie has been altered for plotline purposes.| EDIT: HELP I FORGOT TO PUT IT UNDER THE ASK, THIS IS FOR @queenwoomy

|WARNINGS: Lot’s of blood, Angsty shit, Donnie being a little bitch, Reader being a loving S/O, Angst, Hurt with comfort, Mentioned sex scene (Donnie is of age in this story), slight making out, Worried S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N, Reader slaps tf out of Donnie|

|Word Count: 1,808 words/10,583 characters|

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        The concept of what was going on was almost too hard to grasp. The internal fear of what hit the ground- of who hit the ground with a sickening thud and a scream of pain stuck in your mind. And it will remain in your mind till the end of your days. At some point, you heard a shout; probably from Raphael, but you couldn’t tell; echo off the walls of the alleyway, making the remaining turtles turn to face what had happened to their beloved sassy brother. Before your broken form laid Donatello, covered in his own blood. His mask on his face was shredded, revealing a clawed-up face that was unsightly to anyone who saw it. His hands and arms harbored claw marks as well, the wounds deep enough to require stitches. But all of it was just child’s play. Your eyes shifted to his battle shel- where was his battle shell? Where was his battle shell?! 

        Looking around frantically, your eyes finally found the beloved piece of tech-or, what was left of it. The entire thing was ripped away from its owner and destroyed into what seemed like, millions of pieces. You dreaded returning your gaze to your boyfriend, heart-stopping as you spotted his ever-so-delicate shell. The ridges on the bottom of his shell were torn off, leaving some of the soft tissue exposed for everyone to see. Four long deep cuts; which punctured through his shell, reaching the delicate skin beneath; raked down the surface, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. You couldn’t see, eyesight blotched with spots of white, but you felt yourself get dragged away from your lover (Probably by Leonardo, you couldn’t tell) as you could hear Raphael and Michelangelo rush to Donnie. You remember you screamed, scratching Leo’s hands for him to let go of you so you could return to the blood-soaked turtle’s side. At some point, you got free, running back to your original spot, you needed to know he was ok, or at least alive. 

        Leo was quick on your tail, gaining his grip once again to pull you back once more, shouting at you, pleading you to calm down. To stay sane. You don’t remember much, knowing that you felt nothing, only pure rage. Rage that built up and made you shed hot tears that quickly rolled down your cheeks. Your eyesight left you, running off in your time of need, leaving you with blinding rage. You didn’t see Shredder running off towards the fireworks on the boat. You didn’t see the fear in all of the brother’s eyes. Mikey had never seen so much blood. He wasn’t smiling like his usual, playful self. He cried. Hard. Raph tried to stay strong. He was the leader, and right now they needed a leader, but his fear stink filled the alley. Leo, whilst holding you back, was probably scared the most. Seeing his beloved twin (though Donnie would disagree) laying limp in front of him. 

        You didn’t see them drag Donnie’s lifeless body to the manhole, delicate with him but rushing to save their brother. You didn’t see Splinter’s reaction, fear etched on his scrunched-up face, tears slowly beginning to fall at the sight of his second youngest son. You didn’t see S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N’s face, but could vaguely hear his worried sobs, lines of unspoken code reaching out, trying to communicate to his father. His maker.  

        Time moved so slowly. Too slow. The incident felt so long ago, but only a week has passed. You weren’t allowed to see Donnie, weren’t even allowed to be near the room he was held in, and it hurt. While time passed, you and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N kept each other company. You never left the lair to go home, besides on the first day, when you left to bring stuff to stay in the lair for however long was needed. You slept in Donnie’s bed, Face always in the pillows, huffing his scent, which began to fade after the 4th day from lack of use from its owner. No one disturbed you, per your request. 

        At night, you would stay in his bedroom, and during days, you would be locked up in his lab. Not to build something, but to feel closer to him. You two would always have long talks about his fucked up sleep schedule after you found him asleep on his lab table, a newly-build battle shell in his clutches. You felt yourself chuckle softly at the memory that played in your mind. He would always say he would go the bed, but you learned over time that those words were just something to give you else hope as he would tinker away for another two hours. He would only stop when you would gently kiss him on his lips and softly lead him to his bed, detaching his battle shell and removing his mask while you set him down and climbed in with him, snuggling up to his soft plastron as he would share exciting news about his achievements softly while you would gently rub his back. 

        You missed him, even though he wasn’t dead. He was recovering and you were grateful, but you wished he would wake up from his medically induced coma so you could scold him angrily about how stupid he was. How stupid he was to scare you the way he did. You missed him so much. You missed his egotistical remarks, awkward hugs, and passionate kisses behind locked doors. You missed the way you two would make love. His ‘bad boy’ persona was left at the door as he would savor your skin, leaving your neck covered in dark purple splotches. He never thought of himself during sex, always making it his goal to satisfy your wants and needs, and never wanting anything in return. You longed for his soft touch again, to feel him in between your legs once more. You missed his soft moans, they always sounded like smooth silk waving through a gentle, warm summer breeze. You miss the way he held you after you both would clean up, keeping you as close as physically possible to his plastron. You missed the way he would quietly churr as you would softly rub his shell.

        In his absence, you shared Donnie’s plush bed with his son, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N, his curling up into your chest, seeking your warmth. With how far you and Donatello’s relationship has god, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N has begun to call you his mother, which you didn’t mind in the slightest. You laid your hand gently on his metal back, slowly moving up to his ears, which you gave a gentle scratch just like how Donnie taught you when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N was first created. You loved the little drone, seeing him as your son practically. He nuzzled into you, softly letting out mechanical purrs at your touch. He missed his father. For the first few days, he lay in denial, refusing to believe his father was gravely injured, but finally accepted it in the past few days and sought you out for comfort. You both sought each other. 

        Days went by, and you heard nothing about your lover’s condition from his brothers. They would come to check on you multiple times a day and make sure you were eating and showering, but when asked about Donatello, they remained quiet. Splinter locked himself away most days, only coming out at night to get food, and he lost his taste in the television, finding it boring while he remained locked up. No one heard a word from April, but that was expected, she didn’t take the news lightly. The brothers had their own way of grief, all involving violence and yelling. Sometimes Mikey would come to the lab and talk with you, try to keep your spirits up despite the attack. You enjoyed his company. It was needed.

        About 3 weeks have passed when you received a call from Leo. You never knew why he insisted on calling you instead of coming to you (it was probably because of your angry outbursts on everyone) but reluctantly, you picked it up. His voice was shaking, you couldn’t tell what emotion he was portraying but you just remember dropping your phone, picking S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N up quickly, and running to the medbay; leaving poor Leo on the phone, calling out your name. You ran like your life depended on it, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N asking what the hell you were doing before you both bolted through the medbay doors. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N  understood now. Laying on the bed, with a thick cast on his back, was Donnie. Awake and smiling softly at you. You dropped your ‘son’ as he let out a yelp of alarm and a string of coded curses. You ran to him and didn’t hesitate to jump on the bed, burying your face into his plastron as you released ugly sobs. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N  was beside you in an instant, showing his father about the same amount of affection as you did. You felt Donnie tilt you’re head up slightly before bringing your lips wet with tears to his chapped ones. You instantly melted into it, placing your arms around his neck, careful of his injury as your lips rolled against his in a fiery passion. You missed this. You missed him. Everything in that moment was just…perfect. Gently nibbling at your lip, Donnie made his way into your mouth, absorbing your flavor  like a starved man. With a soft moan, you felt his hands get slightly braver as they moved to cup your bottom before giving it a squeeze.

        “Ewww Dad”… S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N’s disgusted voice rung through the room as he pulled away, a slight blush present on his cheeks and neck. You chuckled softly before looking him in his eyes. He returned his gaze to you, smiling at you.

        “I missed yo-“. He was cut off by a harsh slap to his face. He revolted, lifting a hand to the place of impact.

        “How. Dare. You”. You snarled, placing your forehead against his, and grabbed his hand that was cradling his cheek, intertwining your fingers together. His face retorted from pain to confusion.

        “W-what”? More hot tears fell from your eyes.

        “How dare you scare me like that. Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was”? He looked away, a face full of shame. What could he say to make this better? You where pissed, scared, and concerned at the same time. You rested your head against his plastron again, silently sobbing as S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N nuzzled into your side. “I love you too much to let you go Donnie”.

        “I know babe, I love you too”.