Hi I see you have request open and I've seen a few people writ something like this and I was wondering if you would write Donna x reader and I was thinking the reader coming out to Donna as a trans man and the reader also having feelings for Donna and maybe Donna liking him back ( I would love that as a trans man) 🥺🤧
Oh I am honoured you requested this, particularly as there are many more talented writers in the fandom. I hope I do both you and your ask justice :)
Anxiety was rife in your mind, worried for the unpredictable reaction you awaited for upon your confession. Your breathing stuttered, hitching with a sharp inhale as you nervously wrung your hands, the movement of your fingers proving more interesting than the woman sitting before you.
The muffled rustle of material was heard, the shift of black clothing noted in the periphery of your vision. As predicted, the settee dipped a second later, the weight of Donna coming to rest by your side. A hand free of callouses came to grip your chin, gently held between thumb and index finger, tilting your head upward to angle your line of sight to meet Donna’s, still hidden under the guise of her veil.
Having obtained your rapt attention, the sole Beneviento chose to remove the barrier separating the two of you, giving you the opportunity to decipher her expression and the hidden depth of emotions behind her eyes. Only sincerity and compassion were found, seeing a wave of relief so overwhelming wash over you, rendering you effectively speechless.
The silence was broken in time by Donna, her hand grazing your cheek with featherlight ministrations, a point of contact you hone in on, nuzzling into her palm. “The strength and courage you possess to share this with me... I am honoured and so proud of you. I am not well versed on the topic, although I am more than happy to listen, to learn and grow with you if you’ll allow me?”
Choking on tears that now roll down your cheeks, a consequence of the fervent nod of your head in response. “T-thank you...” Arms furl around your frame, bringing you close, a prime position for Donna to swipe fallen tears away effortlessly as they cascade with the pull of gravity.
“This also holds no bearing of how I feel about you either; my feelings haven’t changed; towards you, they are constant and unwavering.”
Drying eyes widen, pupils dilating visibly in shock. Donna proceeded to dab trails of dampness from your cheeks as her other hand rose to scratch your scalp. The brunette’s chest heaves imperceptibly at your reaction, “Yes, I was aware, my dear.”
“You w-were... and you feel the same?” The incredulous tone lacing your voice portrayed your underlying insecurities, fear of rejection emphasised by the minimal stuttering.
“How could I not love you? You always ensure my comfort and remain honest; it simply is my turn to return the favour.” Donna says the sentence with the ease one recites a poem, fluidly and freely, all with an affectionate smile adorning her lips.
The sigh you huff out, breath fanning across her mourning garb, tickles the skin beneath. At last, the tension slipped from your body, melting into Donna’s hold, having learnt of her acceptance and requited love; it was more than you could have hoped for.