In honour of March being the 10 Year Fiction Witch Anniversary! I decided that as I had all the information for the character view rankings, I would put together the full, complete character ranking by total views. I did my best to get everyone in. I am pretty confident I missed a couple. I think I missed Harry Beltik and Gregory Cromwell, but I did my best. Plus, of course, characters like Kemen, who have yet to have their fics released, are not included cause they have no views yet. This is done of the total view numbers on the Wattpad books (Just cause they are the easiest to track vs. Tumblr or Archive), This is my current Wattpad, so the numbers aren't accounting the old shut down accounts cause, of course, I do not have access to such information. But I did my best. It is amazingly interesting to me to see who is where in this ranking. The HOTD characters have all done so well, even though I've been writing them for a short time. And, of course, the newest characters are mostly near the bottom. But... you know, when Oliver and Tyler have one fic each vs Benny's 200... it kinda makes sense why they are so separated. I would love for you guys to comment the number of your fave character on the ranking! If you have the time!
Media - Death Of A Superhero
Character - Donald
Couple - Donald X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - Smut
Word Count - 2496
After a long day at school, I finally arrived home and flung my backpack carelessly onto my bed. I was feeling hot and uncomfortable in my uniform, so I quickly removed my blazer and loosened my tie, unbuttoning half of my white shirt in the process. As I tried to cool down, I reached for my phone and sent a text to my next-door neighbour, perhaps hoping for a quick chat or checking if he needed some company after the day he'd had.
Y/n - Hey, are you home yet? :)
I didn't even have to wait very long as almost immediately he replied,
Donald - Yes.
I could tell already he wasn't happy, so I went down letting my mum know where I was going as usual and hopping the fence to next door seeing his parents sitting in the living room.
"Hi! Can I go up?"
"Course go on Y/n," His mother smiled,
As I hurried up the stairs to his room, I couldn't help but notice the usual clutter that had become a permanent fixture in his space. Clothes of different sizes and colours were scattered haphazardly on the floor, and it seemed as if every available surface was covered in papers and pens. Despite the chaos, I knew exactly where to find him - lying face down on his bed, still dressed in his school uniform.
I took a moment to take in the scene before approaching him. His uniform was rumpled and creased, indicating that he had been wearing it for several hours. I wondered if he had even taken the time to remove it before collapsing on his bed. I sat down beside him, careful not to disturb the array of papers and pens that surrounded him, and placed my hand gently on his back.
I hoped the simple gesture would offer him some solace, even if I could guess what was troubling him.
"What's the trouble little duck?" I cooed,
He didn't answer he just put his middle finger up at me,
"Don't you be sticking that up at me Mr. I only asked." I warn shoving his hand away, "Come on, What's the news?"
"It's back again..."
"Again?"
"Yeah..."
"Ohh Donald I'm so sorry," I cooed hugging him,
He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze,
"Well, you know I'll be here for you. Every step of the way."
"Thanks, Y/n,"
"You're welcome little duck," I smiled,
"I'm just so sick of this shit! I go through it over and over again and every time they say I'm getting better I go for a check and I'm right where I fucking started!" He complained getting up to pace and kicking his beanbag across the room in his frustration,
"I know, bet it must kinda feel like running on a hamster wheel?"
"Exactly! Running like fuck to never get anywhere," he slumped back down on the bed beside me, "Sorry Y/n... I know this isn't fun for you either,"
"How so?"
"Dealing with me. When I'm like this."
"I'd rather you yell and kick things around me than bottle all it up Donald, hey. It's okay," I cooed pulling him to lay his head on my shoulder, "It's all gonna be okay I'm sure of it,"
"I hope you're right,"
Donald and I found ourselves sitting on the brickwork by the train tracks, the sun shining down on us. We had a small bag of sweets between us, taking turns to savour the different flavours. Donald had an appointment earlier that day, and as both his parents were at work, I offered to accompany him for moral support.
After we finished our first few classes, we headed to the appointment together. Donald was feeling a little anxious, and I could sense that he was nervous about what the outcome may be. However, I reassured him that everything would be alright and that I would be there for him, no matter the result.
When we finished the appointment, we both breathed a sigh of relief. It was an outcome, not really good but not too bad either and honestly that was pretty good news, but I could still see that Donald was feeling a little sensitive. We decided to skip the rest of the day and just enjoy each other's company. We walked around the town, taking in the sights and sounds, and talking about everything and anything that came to mind.
He sat with his new medication in his hand reading through the endless list of side effects and issues.
I took the bottle from him and put it in his bag, "Don't worry about it,"
"Easy for you to say, Y/n," he glared a little,
"Well, then maybe I should take it. In solidarity,"
He cracked a smile, "No, it would make you sick. Really sick."
"Yeah, it'll make you sick. we can be sick together,"
"That's very sweet Y/n, but I don't want you getting sick becuase of me," He says, "I'm getting sick enough for the both of us,"
"Okay, if you're sure. Well, how many do you have to take?"
"Three a day,"
"I see, well then that means I will owe you three hugs every day," I smiled giving him a big hug, he smiled and hugged me back,
"Y/n?"
"Yes, little duck?" I looked up at him with a wide smile,
He blushed a little before he spoke, "Uhhh I uhh... I... really like you,"
"Aww, that's cute,"
"No, no I mean like... like you like you... like romanticly."
"Ooh-" I was taken back a moment,
"It's okay if you don't-"
I cut him off by giving his cheek a little kiss, which turned him bright red,
"I like you too,"
"Uhhhh yeah, I uhhh I ummmm yeah good." He nodded,
"Good?"
"No! Not good! well yes, it is good but I uhhh... I'm just gonna stop trying."
"Good plan," I nodded,
"Do you think it's possible... I could get a kiss? Like a proper kiss?"
I'm sure you can I smiled shuffling a little closer and stroking his nose with the tip of my own before we slowly pressed our lips together.
Upon arriving home I hopped the fence and I hurriedly made my way up the stairs, my heart racing with anticipation. I didn't even stop to drop off my belongings; I was eager to check on Donald. I knew he had an appointment today, and although he had been keeping me updated via text, I was still worried about him. I made my way down the hallway and finally reached his room. As I walked in, I looked around and noticed the emptiness of the room. There was no sign of Donald, and I began to feel even more anxious. I searched the room thoroughly, but he was nowhere to be found. Despite my growing concern, I remained calm.
"Donald? Where are you hiding little duck?"
"In here!" His voice calls back sounding tried from the bathroom,
"Ohh... you wanna be alone?"
"No, you're fine come on,"
"You sure?"
"You're my girlfriend, I don't care." he said, "Doctors can see it you can see it,"
I giggled and headed inside his little ensuite seeing him lying in a bubble bath, with his head on the side clearly had a very rough day, "Oooohhh luxurious,"
"Every inch of me aches so... bubble bath,"
"Good idea," I nodded sitting on the rim of the tub, "How'd it go?"
"I don't really wanna talk about it," he sighed, "They are talking about admitting me if things don't get better,"
"Okay we won't talk about it, but you know I'm here," I smiled,
"You are always here, I don't know where I'd be without you Y/n," He cooed leaning up to give me a soft kiss, I returned it of course and grabbed some bubbles putting them on his nose, "hey!" He complained, "You gonna steal my bubbles you can get in here with me,"
"That a request?"
"I .... Maybe,"
I chuckled kissing his head before I tossed my clothes with his own and climbed in with him into the warm bubbly water, "Hi little duck,"
"Hi Y/n," He chuckled pulling us together for some kisses and a soft little cuddle, "Y/n?"
"Yes, Donald?"
"Could we maybe... you know?"
"I thought you had a rough day? that your body was aching all over?"
"It is but... it might make me feel better?"
"Might it now?"
"It might," he cooed, "Please?"
"Well you did have a rough day," I nodded, "Alright,"
"Yes!" He smiled excitedly, he happily opened the little draw beside the bath and pulled out a silver and blue wrapped opening it with his teeth,
"I don't mind," I shrugged,
"I know but... we don't wanna risk it," he said,
"Okay," I nodded,
He pushed his hips up out of the water and slipped the condom down his already hard erection, clearly excited just from the meer idea, once on he gave himself a couple of gentle strokes, "Plus... I am going through a lot of weird medication at the moment, and uhh I have no idea I could be shooting neon purple acid at this point,"
I laughed and moved upholding the rim of the tub to move myself and he shifted too until I moved down letting him slip inside me,
"Ughh! I missed this!"
"It's only been a few days since you did it last,"
"Don't mean I don't miss it," he cooed holding my hips to guide me to the speed and movement he wanted, "Ughhh Y/n!"
I did my best not to moan too loud knowing his parents were downstairs, but I still gasped and gently squealed as my body trembled from the pleasure,
"I'm- I'm not sure I can-" he gasped,
"It's okay," I nodded moving his hand from my hip to my clit which made him groan as he began to rub in time with my movements which made it far more enjoyable, I knew I was getting close and so was he so I leant down connecting our lips in a hot and heavy make out until I finally hit my wave of pleasure my toes curling and I moaned into his mouth, he pulled me closer as soon as I did his hips thrusting up wildly in his desperation to enjoy the feeling of me around him during my orgasm which in turn got him there too burring himself as deep as he could and filling the condom as we both collapsed in the warm bubbly water my head on his chest as we gasped, "Well... did it make you feel better little duck?"
"Much... much better Y/n..."
I rushed through the sterile hallways of the hospital, my white coat billowing behind me. I scrubbed my hands thoroughly with soap and water, making sure to get rid of any germs that could harm the patient inside the room. As I entered the room, I saw him lying in bed, hooked up to various machines and medications. His condition had worsened since last I saw him - his eyes were sunken, and his face was pale and weak. His breathing was shallow and laboured.
I approached his bed, and as I sat down, I held his frail hand, hoping to give him some comfort and strength. My hand was warm, and the grip seemed to stir him awake. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were tired and weak, but they expressed gratitude and recognition. He mustered a faint smile, and we sat there in silence, holding each other's hands, knowing that this moment mattered more than anything else in the world.
"Hi Y/n,"
"Hi Little duck," I cooed, "How are you feeling today?"
"Not so good..." he answered, "I'm glad I get to see you though,"
"You are?"
"Mhm," He nodded, "I was worried,"
"About what?"
"Worried I wouldn't get to see you before I go,"
"Go where Donald?"
"Where do you think," He sighed, "I wanted to see you before I go. Just one more time."
"Well, I'm right here." I smiled kissing his hand, "I promise I am not moving from this spot until you're all better,"
"Wishful thinking Y/n,"
"Well, I have to be wishful,"
"You are too sweet to me Y/n," he cooed stroking my Y/H/C hair, "I will miss you more than anything,"
"You won't have to miss me, I'll be right here."
"Mhm," He nodded, "You think... I could get one more kiss?"
"You can have all the kisses in the world my little duck," I cooed giving his lips a soft kiss, he kissed me back with all the love and sweetness I could hope for, "I love you, you know that. I promise I'll be here a day, a week, a year until you're all better."
"I love you more, more than anything else in this world, in this life, I would give anything to stay with you. Just a moment more."
"Then we will savour them, every moment," I cooed kissing his hand,
I remember that moment so vividly. We were sitting together and chatting, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. It was a beautiful day, and the sun was shining through the window, casting a warm glow over us.
As we talked, I noticed that he started to struggle with his words. It was as if the energy was draining from him, and he was becoming weaker. But he didn't want to stop talking to me. He wanted to keep the conversation going for as long as he could.
Then, he leaned in and kissed me. It was a gentle, tender kiss, but I could feel his body trembling. He was losing his strength, and he knew it.
I held his hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. But gradually, his grip weakened, and his hand fell limp in mine.
Even though I knew what was coming, I didn't cry. I didn't want him to see me cry. I wanted him to know that I was strong for him, and that I would be there for him until the very end.
And then, everything was silent. He was gone. The room felt empty without him, and I was left with a sense of sadness and loss that I couldn't put into words.
As I leaned over him and kissed his forehead, I felt his warmth slowly fading away. I whispered to him that I loved him, hoping that he could hear me in his final moments. But as I pulled away, the tears started streaming down my face. It was hard to accept that he was truly gone and that our time together had come to an end.
I sat there, feeling the weight of his absence and the emptiness in my heart. But at the same time, I also felt a sense of relief and peace. He was no longer suffering, and that brought me some comfort. I knew that he had been in immense pain for a long time, and it had been hard to watch him struggle. But now, he was finally at peace and free from pain.
As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but think about all the memories we shared together. The laughter, the joy, the love - it all came rushing back to me. And even though he was no longer with me, I found comfort in the thought that we will meet again... someday.
#celineandfarahapril16 day 4. under-hyped books. And coincidentally, these are both about teens with leukemia... Always and Forever is about a 16yr old girl named Melissa. Death of a Superhero is about 14yr old Donald, and is written, partially, like a script. But they're both really amazing. And Death of a Superhero is actually a movie too, starring Thomas Bodie Sangster. #DeathOfASuperHero #AnthonyMcCarten #AlwaysAndForever #LurleneMcDaniel
Angus& Julia Stone - For You i just saw the movie 'Death of A Superhero' and now i'm addicted to this song. Also this movie is so breathtaking and so real that i can't even express what i feel.I found my new favorite movie.
