#my head and my throat and my hands hurt from screaming and clapping so much my god

[gowonminajxx]

— full bed.

a miguel o’ hara fic ~ 1st part here, not required.

— NSFW miguel o’ hara x fem!reader

you are mayday’s babysitter. miguel insists on drinks after mayday falls asleep and is picked up by peter. for a quick summary, it leaves you in his bed.

\\ quick A/N :: thank you guys for so much recognition recently 😭 im very new to fanfic writing, so i wasnt expecting the nice requests + messages i got. thank u as a whole

quick taglist :: @neverlandlostchild - @hachipachiwachi - @antiliqueorbs

// CWs :: extreme smut, biting, blood. p in v. extra shit at the end. just 3 words of fluff tbh,......

// other notes :: i’m latina myself ! although i am not fluent in spanish, so please correct me if anything is wrong 🎀🎀

“ cariño — honey, dear

miumiulicious 2023.

pain.

you were a little sensitive to it, but overall had a better tolerance for it than other people. obviously, mental pain hurt a lot worse than physical, but — why was the current state of physical pain you were in so pleasureful?

you had never found yourself enjoying something so much, allowing a pleasureful feeling to drive someone else wild, like an animal, as they grew based off of your whimpers. your cries, your shaking body, the tingling sharpness on your neck after dominant marks were placed on it. marks of miguel.

his inhumane fangs would dig abnormally deep into your skin, sucking every last bit of energy out of you — including your supper and sweet blood. the little soft grunts he'd add on after, combined with his aggressive, pessimistic words to you, just made you so crazy.

the mixture of both of your need for this kind of sexual intimacy drove you both insane, so psychotic miguel just couldn't get enough of you. his head had immediately lowered down, even if he didn't get enough of your red liquids from your neck.

his breath was hot against your naked folds, sending chills all over you, goosebumps appearing as teased you. his teasing was so soft, yet so dominant.

"so wet, already, huh?" a once furrowed brow raised on his face as he stared into your eyes, irises swiveling and swirling with only one feeling for how this night would go on — lust.

he dominated you by getting on top, your legs being spread out right in front of his crotch. while his thick hands caressed your face as he spoke, you couldn't make out a word he was saying, your ears almost ringing as your vision felt a little hazy. must of been the thirsty blood withdrawal he performed on you.

you shivered a little as he unzipped his pants, swearing that a cold breeze had just passed by in the room while your eyes widened at his cock size. he was so easily hard, precum already seeping as his grin grew at your shock. this would be fun.

without any explanation or communication whatsoever, he slammed his hips against you, chest leaning over yours as his head redirected to the space on the bed beside yours. his arms rested on the blankets while you couldn't rest at all, your body tensing up, shrieking as your walls clenched around his hard length. your arms instantly wrapped around his wide back, clawing into the skin.

no matter if it was start or finish, miguel's cock had kissed your cervix in all the right ways, but it was so rough, screams escaping your already opened lips. his pace quickened, already nearing his climax as you felt his cock get hard inside of you.

he whispered into your ears clearly, your blurred hearing already being forgotten about. with a low grunt mixed with a seductive whisper, he spoke.

"love my huge cock inside of you, huh? hitting you in all the right ways.." he bit his lip, breath hitching in his throat as he quickened his pounds against your clit. his balls slapped against you, creating the loudest claps you've ever heard in your life. your nails dug further into his back, a natural reaction while your body loosened up just a bit.

"scream, just for me, cariño.." he groaned, combining with your muffled expanded moans. the way his cock abused your walls so roughly just felt the best, no matter the pain level.

"m-miguel.. m' gnna'.." you murmured as his hips bucked against yours, cock sending shock waves of fluids mixed with your own screams through out your body before you orgasmed. he didn't seem to take note of the fluids covering his cock, and quickened his thrusts even further, grunting like an animal — almost loudly whimpering like he was desperate for this pretty clit of yours.

the moment absorbed everything, his breath speeding up just like yours, letting out the most boisterous groans of his life, before he finally climaxed in unison with you — your second orgasm while it was his first.

almost as if he knew this would happen, his length pulled out rapidly, his thick white fluids decorating your chest and stomach like a cake decoration. you let out your last moan, panting as you felt your body finally realize its extreme heat. you felt like you were in a pot of lava, and he could relate.

his body collapsed over yours, cock resting vertically on your clit, rubbing against it a little. sighing, he placed a kiss on your neck, licking the previous wounds as if he was still searching for blood. you winced at this, before he kissed you on your cheek. your hands still held tight onto his back, before he laid next to you like a limp stuffed animal.

"fuck.." he cursed lowly, before tensing up as you wrapped your exhausted arms around him. his eyes widened despite yours shutting calmly, cheek pressed against his rib.

you smiled as his arms shortly wrapped around your back, hugging you in close.

(?) extra ::

before you left in the morning, scrambling out of bed and rummaging through the room for your clothes, miguel had scared you.

you were walking to the kitchen, grabbing your keys and phone, looking around to check if anything, or anyone was there. normally you wouldn't expect yourself to leave so calmly after a hookup with someone who paid you to babysit a child, but you did so, no words mentioned to yourself.

when you turned around, miguel had been standing right behind you the whole time, like an eagle. you were frightened at this, yelping as you stepped backwards into the counter, back slamming into it.

"it's just me, y/n." his eyes blinked like a frog, so groggily yet you still stared into his dark brown circles.

"oh." you murmured, before rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly, and without another word he handed a small paper to you.

the paycheck, you thought. what was he even paying me for if he had done all those things with me last night?

you nodded respectfully, not peeping a word as you opened the door to exit his place. you took not even one step foot out of the door before he gripped on your shoulder — a little too tight.

"take it as an appreciation token for last night." he said blankly, not even a wink or a smirk or whatever a pair did after sex. you hesitated to even respond, but instead just nodded like you did before.

he shut the door before waving, a soft smile widening up on his face before the click of the door. you walked out, heading out to travel back to your place, opening up the check steadily.

he had paid you 2x more than your original pay.

a token of appreciation.

A/N :: yayyyy i was so excited to write this for my friends + basically the whole taglist. hope u enjoyed my miguel o'papi writing!!!

[purpleberiii]

Just found out my sister about to put my family into debt by making her wedding. I'm so stressed and need a distraction.

Anyway, choking with Zoya. Soft sex with Hamel. Fucking on a bike with Bai Yi. Putting a leash on Rahu. Having Shalom ride you. Oral (giving and receiving) with Cabrnet (idk if I spelled her name right). Office sex with Langley. Pain play with chief (she might be into it with how much she puts herself into trouble). Cockwarming with Cinnabar. Teasing and edging with miss Quinn (for the love of my I couldn't spell her name). Testing Eureka's inventions on her. Machoisam with Machiato (? Idk if I spelled her name 2#). Praise kink and overestimulation with Eleven (+Voice kink, she'd be into anything as long as it involved your voice). Andibejn give me idea for Stargazer.

Ahem, ahem I luv you more (*^ω^), now gimme a hug ＼(^^)／

Aww I'm so sorry to hear that (＞x＜)

So here's your distraction 🤤

Zoya is absolutely into choking. She loves when you fuck her and wrap your hands tightly around her throat. She'll even tell you things that makes you all riled up and later you'll take it all out by cooking and fucking her till she sees the stars.

Soft sex is the best sex for Hamel. Since she's such an easy spoken person, and everything about her screams elegance and quiet, she'd be into the softer side of you. Fucking her slowly but deep and tell her sweet things and praises, she'll be absolutely putty in your hands in no time.

Bend Bai Yi over her bike and fuck her into submission. She'll scream and cream all she wants but will absolutely do anything to make you go faster. After all, she loves things that are fast ;)

Rahu with a leash makes you go feral. Tug on her leash with her hands tied behind your back as she gives you the best head of your life. With that leash, she feels completely owned by you.

Shalom is a power bottom. She loves giving you orders and telling you how she wants you to fuck her. Her honey voice will make you absolutely Melt. Her favourite position is cowgirl. It makes her feel more powerful and dominant even though at the end, she's the one with a squirting pussy and shaking legs.

Cabernet loves a feast. Her favourite one however is you. Be it whether she's giving you heads or you're giving her, she just loves it. She loves giving you head more than anything, saying that you taste delicious than anything she's ever eaten.

Langley is a busy woman, packed with stress. So whenever she barges in your office, don't expect anything else from her other than sex. Immediately your schedule will be cleared for the next five hours and the only thing that could be heard from your office is skin clapping, moans and screams.

Chief is a masochist. She loves pain and anything related to pain (only during sex ofc). Drip candle wax on her body, fuck her while spanking her, pull her hair when she's giving you heads. Do anything to make her feel pain and you'll have her cumming in less time than you intended.

Cinnabar is a pure baby but that pure baby loves cock. Her favourite thing to do is to cockwarm you during office time. It'll feel good when you have her sitting on your cock, squeezing your dick every second. At some point, she'll even ride you and then it'll turn into a full blown fuck session.

Quinn is absolutely into edging and teasing. Although she'll get frustrated, she loves the feeling of being denied that pleasure but when she does come, expect her to come hard and fast.

Since Eureka loves inventing new stuff, it wouldn't hurt to try these inventions on her, especially that vibrating dildo she created or that self moving dildo, one that she will just put in her cunt and it wil automatically thrust into her. Oh the pleased expression on your face.

Just like chief, Macchiato is a masochist. Anything related to pain will cause Macchiato pleasure. Like they say, pain is pleasure, and that's macchiato's motto. Treat her like a toy, toss her around like she's nothing but a ball, make her bounce on your cock while you stick a vibrator in her ass. All these things will get her cumming quick and hard.

Eleven loves the sound of your voice and she loves when you tease her until she can't take it anymore. Fuck her and give her praises will make her see stars. Dirty talk to her while you fuck her. Finger her while she hosts her channel and when she's on the verge of coming,pull it out. When she does get what she wants, tell her how a good girl she's been and how good she was for you. Eleven will make an absolute mess on the bed.

Stargazer is into bondage and fucking in risky places. The thought of someone possibly catching her while you're buried deep inside of her will have her cumming fast. Tie her up and put a ball gag in her mouth and stick a vibrator up her pussy while you absolutely drill into her ass. Oh boy, stargazer will indeed see the stars.

Also, I love you more my adorable yet horny berii (❁´◡`❁)(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎

[berryhobii]

More (kth x reader) a Drabble

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x black!female!reader

Warnings: smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), cowgirl position, I don’t mention it but they’re doing it in a chair, squirting, mentions of edging, mentions of orgasm denial, orgasms(f receiving), spanking

A/N: AHHHHHH! I’ve been so so busy with work and my baby that I’ve barely had time to write or proofread or post. I’ve also been in such a rut with my WIPs that I’ve been a little unmotivated but I’m sure I’ll be out of it soon🤕please send me your good energy. This is just a little drabble; it’s actually my Distracted Driver couple. If you haven’t read that, it’s okay. Essentially, Tae and reader are amateur p*rn stars. I’m thinking of just making a bunch of little drabbles for them. I scrap a ton of smut scenes that I can easily turn into straight up p*rn content for them. I’m working on it along with lots of new ideas so please bear/bare(?) with me. Happy Holidays to those who celebrate and have a wonderful day to those who don’t. Stay safe 🩵🩵I don’t describe reader in this so imagine them however you want!

~

Oh fuck baby!”

The loud clapping and wet noises could be heard down the block. With every bounce, your ass met his thighs in a deep bass similar to a gunshot. Paired with your gasps of air and moans, it sounded like you two were straight out of a porno.

Coincidentally, that’s just what the camera was filming so you must be doing a good job.

Taehyung’s hands were gripping you so hard that it hurt, your ass already on fire from the series of slaps he’s been landing on it all night. The tingling of the pain only fueled your pleasure further.

Your own hands were digging into his broad shoulders, manicured nails leaving thin scratch marks across his tan back.

“This pussy feels so good. So fucking tight.” He growled in your ear, his baritone sending sparks down your back. It only made more wetness leak from your pussy; sticky honey like arousal dripping down his cock and onto his thighs. Everything was so wet and hot and pulsing, temperature climbing and your pleasure beginning to crest.

His huge cock was pushing in and out of your velvet walls, being constricted by the tightness of your heat. You felt so much wetter than usual for some reason. Maybe it was the fact he had edged you for close to 30 minutes, pulling out right before you came, only to push back inside and do it all over again. You’d be getting your lick back for that later.

But now, he was struggling to hold back, his own orgasm settling in his balls.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” You cried, back arching as you began throwing yourself back harder on his cock. He groaned, slapping your ass again, own hips lifting to meet yours. The head of his cock brushed against the sweet spot deep inside of you again and again, cervix practically begging for his cum.

“Do it.” A slap to your ass, mouth sucking another hickey onto your throat. You sat up, eyes locking with his hooded ones. Fuck, he looked so sexy with his sweaty hair and the deep furrow of his brows. The clench of his jaw letting you know he was close. “Cum all over my cock.”

And you did. Hard enough for you to squirt. You screamed, lifting yourself from his cock to give the camera a full view of your wet pussy. Your legs shook from the force of your orgasm, Taehyung holding your ass cheeks apart to capture the moment.

You had barely come down from the body tingling orgasm before your pussy was begging for another one.

You leaned an arm back to fit his throbbing cock back inside your walls with a whisper of, “more.”

[zweetpea]

Contracts or Biddability (part 1 of 2)

cw: Pg13, innuendos and vulgar language, and so much cringe, some pop culture references too.

“The end.” The cryo abyss herald closed the book.

“That was a really sad story.” You said as your eyes glazed over. The Abyss order had kidnapped you and held you captive for a while now. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been down here but the food was good enough and they’d borrow enough books from the surface to keep you entertained.

“I’m sorry. We weren’t been able to borrow anything else because of the security around the Favonius library.”

“Well, you could just let me go and I can find something on my own.”

“No! We need you here to further our plans!” He panicked.

“What plans? What happened to Dvalin? What’s the deal with Andrius?”

“Just calm down my liege. All will be revealed in time.” He patted your head and walked away.

“I want to go home.” You curled up in a ball.

“Aaaaahh!” Someone yelled. That ear piercing scream roused you from your sleep.

‘Should I shout for someone?’ You thought. ‘What if somebody broke in? But if it’s a fire and they don’t know that I’m still here…’

“Help! Help me please! I don’t care who! I just want to see the Sun again!”

The door squeaked open and you thought that maybe your pleas would be recognized, until you saw that the man who walked in was a Pyroslinger Bracer. “Why is the Fatui here?” You whispered meekly.

He raised his rifle towards you head. “Wait, please! Don’t kill me! I wanna live, wanna live!” He shot, but the bullet bounced off of your skull and fell on the ground. “Well… that was anticlimactic.”

He shot you again 3 more time. “Ow! That hurts, dickhead!”

“How are you alive?”

“Hehe. We’re immortal Buffy we can do anything. Oh yeah? Clap.”

“My name’s Vincent.”

“Oh for shucks sakes.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m sure the Doctor will be very interested in you. For now I’ll take you back to Childe though.”

“Ew! Dottore needs to back the F up before he gets smacked the F up for what he did to Collei.” Vincent bound you hands, then grabbed your arm and pushed you through the Abyss. “Hey real quick for my internal monologue I need to know what pronouns you use. My names Gen with a G apparently. I’m gender fluid and I go by they/them.”

“…uh, Vincent Powers and I’m a man.”

“So… he and him?”

“Yes? I’m so confused why you’re confused.”

“Well, I didn’t want to assume.”

He brought you back to the surface and it felt wonderful. Then he placed you in the back of a cart and you two and the rest of his squad set sail for Liyue.

It’s been maybe two hours since the Fatui captured you and you’re finally at Liyue Harbor. They’ve taken you to the Northland Bank to meet Tartaglia. Vincent threw you onto the ground at Childe’s feet.

“What the Abyss is that thing?” His presence is all consuming.

“That “thing” said that they’re name is Gen with a G.”

You look up and see the red head eying you up with disgust. You return the glare and proclaimed, “I finally get to meet my rival. I swear to you, I’m going to seduce Zhongli and get his cock!”

“Excuse me?” He looks at you even colder than before.

“You heard me! I’m willing to take him up my ass if he’s gay.”

“You are vulgar and repulsive.” He pressed his water blade things against my throat and sliced across it. You fell back onto your butt at the pressure.

“Ow. Yeah, um—Mr. Tartar sauce—that’s not going to work. I’m kinda immortal, somehow.”

“How dare you insult me! Do you know who I am!?” He grabbed you by the top of your head to look him in his eyes.

“Honestly if you look at me like that more often I’d let you have a piece of my ass any day. I just assumed that you were a bottom but I’ll let you creampie me if you become my sugar daddy.” His face burst into crimson. He threw me onto the ground and stomped on my throat. “This is turning me on.”

“Get this thing out of my sight.”

“Hey I’m a person! I have feelings you know!”

“But what about Dottore? Wouldn’t he like to examine them?”

“Dottore will have both of our heads if we bring him this thing.”

“I’m not an object, I’m a person! You see, this is why Zhongli will never love you.

“You know what? Since you’re so obsessed with Mr. Zhongli, why don’t I just send you to him?”

“You’d do that for me?!” You shouted excitedly.

“Sure. If it get’s you to leave me alone.”

“But Childe, they’re immortal. You don’t come across something like that every day.”

“Hey can I have a delusions? I don’t have power over the elements but I don’t think I can die so a delusion shouldn’t be a problem for me.”

“Fine!” He threw a delusion connected to a chain at you. “NOW GET OUT! TAKE THEM TO SEE ZHONGLI IF THEY WANTS TO SO BADLY!!”

“Hey! This one’s broken!” You yelled at him as you were being dragged away.

“You never specified if you wanted a working one or not!” He smirked back at you.

Ugh this sucks! You still have nothing to defend yourself with! You can at least tie the stupid thing around your wrist.

“Mr. Zhongli? Is Mr. Zhongli here?” You asked someone at the Funeral Parlor.

“Hm? Did someone call for me? I was just about to head out.”

“Hello Mr. Zhongli. I’m Gen Z, spelt with a G.” You extended you hand to shake his.

“Hello Gen.” He took your hand and shook it. ‘His hands are so big.’ You thought. ‘Heheh, dirty mind dirty mind dir-dir-dir-dir- dirty mind!’

“Excuse me. Why is your bracelet glowing?” He asked. You look down and see that your delusion has started to glow yellow. “Huh?”

‘Have I resonated with geo?’

[eldritch-spouse]

Me: *squints at the photo, pushing my glasses up a little* “Hudd...teacher? sir?...master?... is -is that some kind of squid-bird-person that got a towel dropped on its head?”

“Sorry. Sorry...no more bad jokes...... the figure kind of reminds me of someone you’d see at a funeral. A mourner of the dead -veil over the face to hide one’s tears. 

...

*takes a sip of the strange tea again -probably shouldn’t, but I wanna taste sound and hear colors*

....

The wings... hmm... I guess this is some type of angel, like -like a psychopomp! ....... I don’t really understand the tentacles though... maybe it’s to suggest that the figure isn’t exactly a merciful being; like how some see death as just another stage of life, while others dread the thought of it...

Was I close?”

(The other definitely picks up on the mumbled titles, a hint of something that you could swear is a purr rising in his throat before he forcibly silences it.)

" Close enough. " (He mumbles to himself.)

(The more you fumble through possible explanations, the more Hudd's face scrunches. You must not be hitting the mark, because his expression blends between mild humor and puzzlement.)

" Humans and their... " (Hudsyn waves.) " Peculiarly overactive imagination that certainly never fails to amuse. "

(The disappointment he manifested, which was already very palpable, bleeds into you seamlessly as soon as you place your lips on the cup again. Mild irritation, longing, that rabid and feverish anticipation from before still just barely contained. Images of yourself seen from Hudd's point of view as he grabs you by the shoulders, jostling, screaming, biting, kissing-... Kissing? Oh. Oh okay. His hands roam on your hair, then clutch, pull, yank your head back. A palm cups your chest, wanton, possessive and- The vision fades entirely, jarringly even. It leaves you feeling disoriented and scared, as if something interrupted it purposely.)

(White fingers snap in front of your face.)

" ... Are you paying attention right now? "

(No. No, you weren't.)

(You register something odd in the back of your head. A tingling sensation that crawls up your scalp, to the side of your face, then your forehead. Little by little, trickles of anxiety seep into your pores. You can instinctively tell they're not coming from the demon in front of you, there's another source. One that's very muted but agitated nonetheless, grabbing at your psyche, begging you to listen. To seek. Help. It needs help. It's hurting. A phantom force veers your head in a new direction. Towards the only part of this room the light does not bathe...)

(That hall.)

(A somewhat low growl shakes you off the stupor entirely, attention locking back onto the demonoid while the intrusive signal fades from the forefront of your mind. Hudsyn is far from pleased.)

" Don't tell me you're one of those with the five second attention span. I have expectations regarding you. "

(Jab aside, he finally answers your question.)

" Yes and no. " (The demon makes a face.) " It truly makes me marvel just how much humanity has lost sight of what's real or not. And I've harped on this a lot, you would know. Your fiction grows and grows and now- The truth muddles. A psychopomp? A mourner? Tentacles as a symbol of evil?! " (Hudsyn snickers.)

" That, mentee, is an angel. No more, no less. This much you got right. " (There's a nod.)

(The historian claps his hands together, some of that earlier giddiness slipping out again.)

" An angel. " (He repeats.) " Here. On the surface. More of them, so many more! "

" Do you know one thing that's common to most -If not all- Angels? "

(He's got that stare that tells you the question is entirely rhetorical.)

" They've all spent some manner of time with siadar. Seen them, spoken to them, learned their culture and their tongues. "

(He emphasizes the last part, grits it out.)

" This specimen is a guardian-rank. I studied him very, very well before my work truly began. "

(The look Hudd gives you is a lot more friendly this time.)

" Go on, I know you must be dying to know more, ask about him. "

(You have a feeling things are going to get interesting soon.)

[pretty-restless-insomniac]

"You Made Me This"

WORD COUNT: 1554

FANDOM: Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle x reader

SYNOPSIS: You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mention of infidelity, mention of sex, angst, no happy ending

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"Oh shit. OH SHIT how are we going to get out of here?"

"Calm down, you screaming like a fucking banshee isn't going to help."

"oh that's fresh coming from you Riddle," you whirl around with an accusing finger.

"You probably planned this, you wretched gargoyle, damn it. Help please somebody! The door is locked!"

Slow irritating clapping came from behind you, "Wow y/n you're a fucking genius. The door IS locked, it's fucking night time! We're in a prohibited area. All the professors are patrolling the lower corridors."

You just glare at him and gesture for him to fuck off. You sigh and lean against the wall to assess your situation. One, you just wanted a pretty isolated place to listen to your music and cry a little. Two, you did not expect to see Mattheo Riddle in your place in the bell tower, clearly smoking whatever he pleases. Stunned you didn't get to wedge a book into the door so it wouldn't lock. That's how you find yourself at number three. You're trapped in the bell tower, after curfew, now very obviously smelling like pot and yay who's your partner in solitude?

Mattheo Fucking Riddle.

He seemed surprised to see you as well but why should he be? You were the one to show him this place, somewhere you two could just exist in each other's company. A place where not even war could bother you both. Before he fucked up of course.

All in good time.

"Maybe instead of being a nuisance you could instead find us a way out then, Riddle."

He drops from the beam he was smoking on and slowly corners you, looking almost confused.

"That's not my name princess," he leans in to grab your hand but you just shake him off. How fucking DARE he. He has to be the most ignorant wizard in the world.

"I am Not your princess, Riddle."

He just stands across from you, folded arms mirroring yours . That stupid smirk back in its place .

"Now when did we decide that? Last time I checked, whose name did you scream last time I had you. Who made you cum till you shook, and gladly licked it clean."

You just stare back humorless, trying to keep your composure.

"You decided that Riddle, you know, the night where you fucked that Gryffindor girl."

He just throws his head back and groans. Your throat starts to feel choked up, holding back the cries you'd pray he'd never see. But now he's getting a glimpse of it

"Princess- y/n I swear to Salazar Slytherin that I did not fuck her. We kissed yes, touched a little but then nothing more I swear."

"Oh thank you Mattheo," you exclaim sarcastically, " that just makes me feel so much better. Please tell me that I did not walk in on you grinding into her when she was naked. Explain to me how the fuck that is loyal in any way!"

You jump up and pace a little anxiously, knowing that this night will be filled with cold hard truths. You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish. Mattheo reached out to you again but you just brushed out of his way and sat on the winding staircase.

"And the worst part is," you take a deep breath praying your voice stays stable ," that was OUR bed. It was where we studied and had movie nights as friends. The bed you asked me out on, and later took my first kiss on. It was," you breathe shakily and are blind by the tears filling your eyes, "it was where you made love to me, for the first and many times after that. It was beautiful."

You're glad you can't see the reaction Mattheo has from your words but he soon knelt down in front of you cautiously.

"it was so beautiful- you are so beautiful my love. You have my heart and I will never again want for someone else. You're my everything. That was my first time making love as well, because I'm so fucking crazy for you."

You can help but laugh with tears in your eyes, "yeah right Mattheo. Riddles don't make love, you fuck anyone you want and toss them aside when you're done with them. That's what our relationship came down to, right? Getting your prick wet."

He chuckles slyly.

"That sex was pretty good- don't look at me like that! Fuck I'm sorry I was joking. Of course it wasn't just about that. I just keep fucking up, I can own up to that. I'm trying to be better, I want to be better. Only for you, y/n. Please for fucks sake, look at me baby."

So you do. And he nearly trips as the storm clouds ravage across your eyes. You stand and push him against the door, somewhat pleased to hear a nervous gulp.

"What's the matter Matty? Don't you want to know why you keep fucking up?"

You take a deep breath before sticking your finger to his chest.

" It's because you NEVER own up to the shit you do. You never fucking learn because you act like you don't know what you've done!"

You're screaming by the end of it, but his dark eyes now match yours. Must've hit a nerve.

"Oh yeah cause it's ALWAYS me? YOU left me! You promised and you lied. YOU promised. Don't put all the fucking blame on me princess. This isn't about some random bed warmer. I did nothing but devote myself to you, so what did I do that's so fucking horrendous!?"

You throw your arms up in exasperation, God damn, he's fucking cruel. You can't hold back the dam anymore, deciding to let all the poisonous shit that's been building up in you these past months out.

"You BROKE me," you shriek as sobs begin to pour out endlessly. You fall to your knees and look up to meet Mattheo's horrified face. You shake harder and try to take some deep breaths.

"Why did you do this to me? To us. Everything was great, I adored you, how was that not enough. Why did you let me find you with her that night? I-" you hold back a gag as you relive the worst night of your life. The boxers you bought him on his hips, hickeys down his neck. His matching promise ring is discarded. And worst, the smiling girl waving at you stark naked from her position on the bed.

Why? Fuck. Why, why.

"When I was with you, you made my life brighter. You were my sun and I held you close to me every night, remember? After every meeting with your father, when he forced the dark mark on you and you came to ME crying. ME. I was good enough then, but not worth it in the end."

He tries to interrupt but you just keep barreling through.

"I couldn't even face you after that. Call me a coward but every time I look at you, I feel sick. You touched her the way you touched me. Your lips fit on hers as they did mine, fuck Mattheo you were even holding her hand."

You start tugging on your hair, probably painting the picture of a psychotic breakdown. That's what made you hate him even more though, the shame.

"I can't believe I let you make me so weak, so willing for you. I fucking adored you, and you HUMILIATED me. You broke my smile. My spirit, my heart. And I will NEVER be the girl I was before I caught you that night. I can't even imagine trying to put myself back together. You killed the me you were once in love with. That is why you're Riddle to me. Riddles destroy."

You bend and put your hands on your knees trying to slow your heart rate. Mattheo just sits across from you with his head in his hands. He doesn't know how to react, what to say, what to do except to grab the key from his pocket and hand it to you, climbing back to his beam.

"You're right. You always are. It was a beautiful thing and I had to have it, even though I knew I would break you. You're just all I ever wanted. But I am only a monster to you, use that key. I got the conversation I wanted. The princess escapes the monster, right?"

He chuckled sadly, not even looking at you as you rushed to open the door. Thank fuck. Before you step fully out, you pause. You turn to look at the boy you would've done anything for, the boy you were so sure would treat you the same.

"I never wanted to be the Princess in your fairytale. I'm not perfect. But I know my fucking worth," you throw the key at him before grabbing the door on your way out. As you lean in to close the door fully, you catch a last glimpse of his eyes.

"You were right about the monster part. It's just a shame you've made me one too."

The door clicks shut, and you don't feel anything walking away. Numb, even to the cries of your name echoing back to you. 

[onedaughterofman]

Writing sessions #2 (Papa Emeritus III angst)

Summary: There's someone in the mirror Terzo doesn't recognize.

Tags: angst, emotional hurt, depersonalization, imposter syndrome, self doubt, self hate, self esteem issues. Around 700 words.

A/N: I wrote this short ficlet based on @turbodrawn amazing Terzo fanart. (I hope you don't mind!). Terzo never wanting to be Papa, being terribly insecure and over-performing in an attempt to hide it is my favorite type of Terzo.

There’s someone in the mirror Terzo doesn’t recognize.

He should. That person is him, people say, while their fingers wrap around his arms and hands push on his back. The same ones who control him like a puppet, those who make him sing and dance round and round, they are the ones that clap and cheer for him while he's performing.

He's loved, they say. People love him so much. He shines bright like a star, like the whole night sky.

And yet, Terzo can't believe the person that smiles in the mirror is him.

Behind a dense coat of paint and silky, fancy fabric, there is a face of his own and a soul that belongs to him. Or so, it should. He’s free, as free as he could desire. He’s a son, to an eternal unholy father. A leader, to the masses. An icon, to so many inside the Ministry.

It doesn't matter. To himself, he’s a fool. A slave, tied down, chained to a microphone and a stage, devoted to everybody but himself.

When did he choose this life? When did he accept this?

Did he, ever?

“Stay still, your Eminence.”

Terzo’s head moves to the side, making the paint brush stain part of the white on his cheeks. The hand gripping his jaw presses tighter, long nails digging in his skin. It hurts, but he can’t complain. They won’t listen. They never do.

“Papa Emeritus III needs to be on the stage in 30 minutes.”

The voice is faint, merely an echo in his ears. Terzo’s face twitches again, and this time a hand falls on the top of his head, fingers wrapping around a few black strands of hair. Blood rushes in his veins and arteries, fighting to follow the distraught rhythm of his heart.

He’s panicking, experiencing everything and nothing at once, but the person in the mirror only smiles. Terzo's mouth widens too, raspy, painful chuckles escaping from it. Oh, fuck. He’s thirsty, so thirsty, but his throat is closed.

Terzo wants to scream, to punch the mirror and shake away from the hands that touch him and restrain him in place. He regrets this, hates this title and this greasy paint, hates the way it makes him look like Him.

Fucking Nihil.

He loathes it. It makes him sick.

“Well, Papa Emeritus III is not here,” he affirms, instead. There is nothing behind his eyes, at least nothing he recognizes. It feels like staring into the void, and discovering the void is staring right back at him.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” someone says. The nails poke deeper, leaving behind red marks as he is forced closer to the mirror. “He’s right there.”

The whisper of his voice, full of air, is fearful. It sounds like a secret, a confession no one should ever hear. “I don’t see him,” he murmurs, lowering his gaze. It’s practically impossible when the fingers on his hair pull him even closer. “Please, don’t make me. I can’t.”

Shrinking on the chair, he's frozen. Terzo is not ready to go out and face thousands of people. He can't sing and dance in front of them. What if he makes a mistake? What if they hate him? All these people want to see a charismatic leader, someone with raw sexual energy and power, not poor old him, a teary-eyed, trembling mess covered in paint and silk.

“Papa Emeritus will be on the stage in 20 minutes.”

“I can’t be him right now, please.”

The air fills his lungs fast, but it’s not enough. It lacks oxygen, consistency. Terzo desires to hide, to run away, remove all the makeup and take off this stupid suit, but there are so many hands touching him, so many ghouls incarcerating him… He can't move, can’t breath, can’t hide from them or himself.

No, Terzo can merely stare in the mirror, at a person that looks like him but it’s not him. He has become a monster of his own creation, a hungry creature that devours him to the very core. Papa Emeritus III tilts his head to the side, sultry gaze setting upon him, and Terzo wishes he could look elsewhere.

It disgusts him.

“Who else are you, if not Papa?”

A wide smile appears on the mirror. Face obscured by the shadows, Papa Emeritus grins at him. Terzo’s mouth is agape, air frozen in his ribcage. The pupils are tiny inside his irises, trembling with fear and realization.

Who is he? Who was he, before everything?

No one.

No one.

The last stroke of the brush draws a thin black line on his upper lip. His head nods once, silently, and the fingers finally release him. A tall mitre is placed on him, golden embroidery shining so beautifully. Under the dazzling lights of the vanity table, Papa Emeritus III laughs a hollow laugh.

Ps: I wish I could explore this idea a bit more, but this is all I managed to write. What can I say, this is totally self indulging 'cause I love sad old men.

[ohlovxr]

ok u cannot judge me i read that one stepbro remus blurb (ur prolly gonna be able to recognize which one. thats all im sayinfg. i’m a whore i literally cannot stand myself. eep) but

idk i heard somebody say sumn about an older stepbro!matt who “accidentally” (maybe. maybe on purpose tho. open to interpretation) buries his cock balls deep in your ass when you’re fooling around one day. he’s behind you with your body pulled flush to his chest when you freeze and squeak under your breath— “matty— that’s— wrong hole.”

speaking from experience (a fr accident. that i handled like a champ bc i am a champ) if you’re relaxed and aware of the fact that you need to REMAIN relaxed it doesn’t hurt as much as it just feels really weird and big and overstimulating. As long as you’re not moving, you’re mostly fine, even with spit for lube and little prep. You’re squirming as much as you dare to-which isn’t very much— while matt holds you still, hands smoothing down your arms and tone dripping with concern, “Oh, jeez, I’m so sorry. I dunno if I can get it out, I mean, there’s no lube and you’re just so tight it’s gonna hurt both of us a whole lot :((((we’re gonna have to wait until you relax, baby.“. and hugs you tighter. n maybe that sounds not quite right, but matty’s older, he’s in grad school, so he prolly knows what he’s talking about, right? plus he’s fucked you thru 3 orgasms atp so your brain is swiss cheese. of course matty is right. he’s always right. always looking after you. N so you’re pretty much stuck there, in his lap, his mouth at your neck n his fingers rubbing little soothing circles around your puffy little clit as your hole flutters n clenches around him. it’s so hard to stay relaxed, especially when matty starts to grind his cock into your ass, careful to keep his movements shallow so he doesn’t tug at your poor stretched hole too much :(( and you whine n whimper at first but matt’s quick to tell you it’s fine, he’s just a little uncomfortable, ‘cause this hurts him too, after all, so wouldn’t you just try to relax already? and you’re trying real hard but every time his fingers brush your clit you can’t help the shiver that spasms through you, sharp like a shockwave up your spine, n you end up squeezing tight around his cock even as hard as you fight not to. Matty lets out this little rumble in the back of his throat each time you clench up like that but he keeps bullying your poor lil clit anyways, pinching n squeezing n rubbing at it until your pussy starts to drool n that uncomfy overstimulated feeling of his cock stretching your ass starts to give way to smth else. when he urges you back against his chest and kisses your neck from behind a fretful little moan slips out and you choke on a pleading matty, not exactly sure of what it is you’re even asking for. But matty’s good to you n he always knows what you need. “we’re gonna need lube if you can’t relax, sweetheart,” he whispers against your throat, his voice shallow and strangled as he grinds you against his cock and works your clit a little faster, breath hitching each time you clench down around him in response, “but don’t worry about that. i— oh, fuck— I think I got it covered.”. your head is spinning atp and your only coherent thoughts begin and end with matty n the feeling of his cock inside of u so it takes a second before u fully understand what he’s saying. and then he groans and tenses up and something warm and wet and hot floods ur insides and you clap your hand over your mouth—

“Oh my god, matt- what the hell?”

“sorry,” he replies, grinning, n even though you can’t see it his tone is vv much “not sorry” so you know precisely the shit eating grin he has on as he works his hands up under your thighs to lift you just a little, pulling out just a little and then pushing back in. anyway im literally blushing rn and cannot continue this bc im writhing n screaming n dying of shame. but basically ur big mad bc u didn’t get to cum :(( but that’s ok because now that matty’s got u all lubed up with his cum he can fuck u until ur shaking <3 i will see myself out. runs directly into traffic

STOOPPPPP GAAHHHHHH

…

when he can actually start thrusting into your little hole, he praises you with the MOST condescension, “good girl, sweetheart. taking my cock like a little champ.”

[dethronetheveil]

Like a Villain | Part Five

Pairing: Noah x OC (Christie/Chris)

Warnings: mention of murder, murder, blood, violence, gore, cursing, mentions of weapons, use of weapons, mentions of death [be careful before you read on. this is the most intense installation and there is a looot of violence.]

Synopsis: Part Five- Chris is fighting for her life and secrets are unveiled. Will she make it out? What will happen to the crew?

Word Count: 3.8k

Tag List: @ladyveronikawrites , @catj422 , @asilentsiren

I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he let out a short, blood chilling laugh. My heart was pounding in my chest and I began to feel dizzy. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to stand here, but I also didn’t know how much longer Folio was going to keep me alive.

“How did you know it was me, princess?”

His words sounded like hisses, and each came out hot from his lips. I took a trembly breath, “Don’t fucking call me that-” before I could finish my sentence, I could feel footsteps against the carpet and there was a glimmer of hope. Someone was there and they could help me. It would be 2 against 1, and there was no way Folio would be able to fight off two people alone.

“Folio?” It was Noah’s voice, and my heart leapt.

Before Folio could respond, I yelled, “Noah, Noah, please help,” my voice cracking with every word.

Folio turned both of us around with one solid motion, and we were facing Noah now. “Noah, Noah, help,” Folio repeated mockingly, and then pushed me towards Noah. I ran into his chest and tried my best to tune out Folio’s laughter in the background.

I placed my hands against Noah’s chest in an attempt to push him back out the door. We needed to leave. Now. “Noah, come on let’s go. He’s fucking crazy, he just held a fucking knife to my throat. I-I think he’s the killer.” Noah didn’t move. In fact he stood completely still and there was something different in his eyes. They appeared black, completely void of emotion, and all I could hear was Folio clapping behind us.

“Well done, princess. You figured out half of the puzzle. You should ask your boyfriend to fill you in on the rest.”

I instinctively began to shake my head and I removed my hands from Noah’s chest, no longer feeling safe near him, “Noah what the fuck is he talking about?”

A spine chilling smirk appeared on Noah’s face and as his face changed, he pulled out an equally silver knife, covered in dry blood. I shook my head faster and took a clumsy step backwards, landing right back into Folio’s arms. I shrieked as he wrapped his arms back around me, but this time he didn’t hold the knife to my throat. How thoughtful. I could feel my entire body begin to tremble once again and I was trying so hard not to cry. I could feel the pressure behind my eyes, though, and I knew it would come soon. Folio began to run his hand over my hair in a fucked up attempt to comfort me, “Shh, princess, don’t be scared. Noah just wants to tell you a little story.”

I watched as Noah took slow steps towards us, and this is when the tears began to fall down my cheeks. He held the knife in front of him, and when he was directly in front of me, he held the tip of the knife to my collar bone and smiled down at my skin, as he drew blood from a tiny scratch he made. I let out a mix between a groan and a sob as he muttered, “Oops,” and then cleaned my blood off of my collar bone with his thumb and licked it off of his finger all in one fluid motion.

“You’re fucking crazy!” I shouted at I didn’t know who. I was so confused. Noah was so sweet and trustworthy, and he would never hurt me. So why was he licking my blood like it was the juice of the Gods? Was this some weird sex thing?

“Ooh, Chris, don’t say that. Wouldn’t want to upset the guy with the knife,” Noah replied and pressed the knife back to my collar bone, adding more pressure this time. My body wanted to scream, but I was choking on my tears, while also trying to stop shaking so much because it was pushing the knife against my skin even deeper.

“Why the fuck are you doing this?”

“Ooh, this is my favorite part. Tell her, Noah,” Folio replied, grabbing me even tighter.

“This is a big day for you, Chris. You’re about to find out some intense shit. Folio, don’t let her squirm too much.”

“You got it,” Folio grabbed a chunk of my hair with one hand and wrapped his other hand around my waist. I gasped and let out a wild sob. “She won’t try anything now.”

Noah walked even closer to me, lowered the knife to my stomach and he placed his other hand on my cheek, wiping away one of my tears, “I’m sorry you had to find out like this, Chris. You really were so much cooler than I thought you’d be.”

“Wha-”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me anymore, Chris! Please, please just let me explain.” He moved a step backwards and placed the knife back against my collar bone. “You know how I said my mother was murdered? Well, that was true. That whole thing was true. Do you know who did it, Chris? Do you want to fucking know who did it?” I could feel Folio pull my hair harder in anticipation, “It was your fucking father, Chris.”

I felt like all of the air had been knocked out of me, and my knees gave way, causing me to slip out of Folio’s grasp just slightly, but his grip on my hair was still aggressively intact. I let out a yelp as I felt my hair being pulled, what felt like completely out of my scalp, and then I felt Folio scoop me back up into his arms, “Get back here you slippery little bitch, we’re not done with you,” he hissed.

Once I was standing back up straight, I glared at Noah, “You’re a fucking liar. I-I haven’t seen my dad in years. H-he left when I was little. I-”

“And why the fuck do you think that is, Chris? C’mon, don’t be stupid. He ran! He killed my mother and he ran, like a fucking coward!” Noah, spit out back in my face. “And since he’s dropped off the face of the goddamn planet, I just have to settle for the second best thing,” he finished and moved the knife to the top of my chest. He then slid the blade from one side of my chest to the other. He took his time with it and it was excruciating. I could feel the metal slicing into me and it felt freezing cold. I couldn’t help but let out a scream. As I did this, Folio pulled my hair back harder than he ever had, and I could feel the tears falling down my cheeks at an even faster rate. My vision began to go blurry, but I knew Noah wasn’t done. Or at least, I wasn’t done with him.

“Wh-why did you kill all of those other people?”

“Practice.”

“Why the fuck is Folio here?”

“He was like a son to my mother, so obviously he had some grievances he wanted to settle, but he’s graciously allowing me to finish the job myself. He’s just here to help.”

“Y-you’re going to fucking kill me. How do I even know you’re telling the truth about my dad?”

“Well, I guess you don’t, but that won’t really matter in a few minutes, will it?”

“How the fuck did you find me, Noah? Why did you do all of that? Why did you get me to like you?”

“Awe, how cute. Princess liked you, Noah,” Folio said with a gaudy laugh, that caused me to physically cringe.

“Shut the fuck up, Folio,” Noah spat out and held the knife out to point at Folio’s face. “And, Chris, I needed to know you, I needed to earn your trust. I wanted you to know how much it hurt me to lose my mom. I want you to feel the pain that I have felt for so many years.”

“Noah, please. Killing me is not going to bring your mom back.”

“Nope, but it will make me feel good to know that your fucking dad lost someone important to him too.”

“What if he never finds out, Noah? Your fucking plan is stupid.”

This must have angered him, because he swiftly cut another slice into my skin, right across the other slice, creating an ‘X’ in my skin. I was unfortunately getting more and more used to the feeling of the knife against my skin, so I only let out a groan this time around.

“He will fucking find out, because I am going to find him and tell him my fucking self. I want to see the pain on his face, knowing that his precious daughter is fucking dead. And then I am going to tear him limb from limb and watch him fucking suffer.”

I could hear Folio laughing into my ear and my body wouldn’t stop shaking, “I-I thought you said you couldn’t find him.”

Noah smirked wildly, “You see, I couldn’t at first, and that’s why I tracked you down, but that’s why I took a little week long vacation of sorts. I found out a lot of information,” he tapped my already bloody skin with the sharp tip of the knife with every word he said.

I couldn’t let him kill my dad; I just found out my dad is still somewhere out there. That meant I couldn’t let him kill me either. I had to figure out a way to escape. I began to look around the room as best I could to see if there was anything I could come up with, but I was drawing a blank. It was pretty hard trying to think when your life was at risk. Shocker. I decided to just wing it. I had to at least try something.

There was a lull in conversation and I let out a shrill laugh that went on for a few seconds. I could see Noah looking at me inquisitively, but I didn’t stop. I was so dedicated to this new plan that my stomach began to ache and my head began to hurt from how much energy I was using to laugh this maniacally.

“What the fuck is your problem?’ Noah asked, the knife still pointed at my chest.

I could feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes as I slowed my laughter into a chuckle. I took a deep breath to try and calm the now spasming in my stomach. “Oh, I just think it’s hilarious that you think you will get away with all of this. You are seriously fucked up, Noah. You too, Folio. I am so fucking sorry your entire life has amounted to THIS,” I shouted the last word. I could feel Folio’s grip wavering; I don’t think he expected any of what was coming out of my mouth. I picked my head up a bit and stared directly at Noah, “You are fucking pathetic, did you know that? You really really thought this would be a good plan. You really thought this was the way to avenge your mother. Well, let me tell you, you are fucking wrong. Your mother would be fucking ashamed.”

I could tell everything I was saying was striking a nerve with both of the boys, because Folio began to really lose his grip on me and Noah’s face contorted into an emotion I had never seen before. It was a mix between anger, sadness, and bloodlust. I was hyper-aware of Folio’s loosening of the reins, but I wasn’t going to act yet. I was going to let Noah take his turn.

As I assumed he would, Noah placed the knife against my throat and bared his teeth at me, “Don’t you fucking dare ever speak ill of my mother again-” before he could finish his sentence, I plunged my knee into his crotch and watched him immediately fold. He was on the floor, holding his crotch, groaning quite loudly. I then swung my head back and slammed it into Folio’s face, causing him to also fold to the ground, this time screaming. I must have broken his nose. There was a throbbing pain rushing through my head as I stood up straighter and watched the two boys writhing in agony on the floor. I grabbed the back of my head and let out a groan. Why the fuck do people do that? It is not like the movies, I can tell you that. I began to shuffle around the room, my hand still on the back of my head and picked up the baseball bat once again. I stayed about five feet from where the boys were and held the baseball bat out in front of me.

Noah picked up his head and looked over at Folio, “Dude, why did you let her go?”

Folio picked up his head. I definitely broke his nose, he was bleeding profusely from where I had hit him, “I fucking didn’t. You are the one who was taking your sweet fucking time. She should have been dead by now.”

I don’t know what took over me, maybe adrenaline, but I began to laugh maniacally once again, “But you fucking didn’t,” was all I could get out between laughs. I watched as Noah and Folio looked at each other, concern on both of their faces. I stepped closer to them and held the baseball bat out in front of me and swung it slowly from side to side, letting them know I would strike. “Neither of you fuckers better move or I will beat the shit out of you!” I yelled louder than I expected. I was panting at this point, and I could still feel the back of my head pounding. The bloodied ‘X’ on my chest was drying and my body felt like it was surging with electricity.

A moment later, I heard the door to the bedroom creak open and my head swiveled towards the noise, still making sure the boys stayed on the ground. I looked to see a familiar face. It was Jolly. He looked horrified. His brows were furrowed as he slowly stepped into the room.

“What the fuck-”

Before he could finish, I cut him off, “Jolly! Oh my God, thank God you’re here.”

Jolly’s eyes were moving about the room, surveying the scene in front of him. I took a minute and realized this situation did not look good for me, “What did you do, Chris?” He asked.

“Jolly, I know you don’t know me like at all, but I swear to God I didn’t do this. These two, they-they’re the murderers.”

He raised an eyebrow and gave a short chuckle, “These two?”

At this point, the boys were now sitting up, Noah almost fully back to normal, and Folio still having blood run down his face, “I know it sounds crazy, Jolly, but they are. They did this to me,” I pointed to my ‘X’ cut with my free hand, “Noah has been trying to kill me this whole time and Folio has been working with him. You have to believe me, please.” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes from pure exhaustion. I don’t know what I would do if Jolly didn’t believe me.

I could tell that Jolly was conflicted. These were his friends and now some random girl was telling him that his friends were psycho killers. I don’t blame him for being confused.

“Why should I believe you and not them?” Jolly began to walk further into the room.

I took a few steps back, stumbling over my own feet. I didn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks, “Please, Jolly. Please just call the police. You have to believe me. They’re going to kill me and then my father if we don’t stop them.”

“Kill your father?”

“It’s a long story, but please. I don’t know what else to say. They’re dangerous. Please Jolly.”

There was a long moment of silence, I felt all of their eyes on me, but I only kept mine on Jolly’s. I was begging him to believe me just through my glances. He took another moment to speculate and then carefully pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Okay, I will call the police, and they can come figure this shit show out.”

A wave of relief washed over me as Jolly began to dial 911, but then I remembered the other two freaks in the room. I watched as Jolly’s face contorted and he let out an animalistic scream. My heart dropped and I looked down at the scene in front of me. Noah had stabbed the knife through Jolly’s thigh. In the process, Jolly dropped to the floor, losing his phone. Noah swiftly picked it up and threw it against the wall as hard as he could, causing it to explode in a shower of tiny pieces of glass and metal. I put my arms over my face in order to protect myself, and in doing so, I felt a hand wrap itself around my ankle. I kept a tight grip on the baseball bat as I fell to the ground, hitting my head against the carpet. I took a few staggered breaths, hearing the melodic groans coming from Jolly. I wanted to reach out to him to see if he was okay, but before I could do anything, Noah had climbed his way on top of me, holding me down with his knees and his free arm. His other hand wielded another knife, which he placed to my throat.

“I am fucking tired of you bitch. It’s time to finish what I started.”

I knew there was nothing I could do at this point. I was pretty much outnumbered, and Noah was much stronger than I was. I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes, allowing what was about to happen to happen. There was a pause, and I opened my eyes to see what was taking Noah so long. Just then, I heard another animalistic scream, but this time, it didn’t come from Jolly, it was Noah. His grip loosened on me and I took my chance to wriggle out from under him and see what had happened. I sat a distance from Noah and saw that Jolly had pulled the knife from his own leg and stabbed it into the back of Noah’s thigh. Jolly was laying across the room, blood spilling out of his open wound, and I could tell that he was bleeding too much. But, I had to take care of the two guys trying to kill me first.

I scanned the room and saw Folio had pushed himself up against a wall, trying to stay as far away from the combat as he could. Pussy. I looked back at Noah and I knew what I had to do.

I swiftly ripped the knife from his thigh and this caused him to scream once again. I felt my body cringe at the agonizing sound. I tried to push him over, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he shakily stood himself up and pushed me onto the bed, once again looming over me.

“You just won’t fucking die, will you?” He growled at me, spitting on my face as he did.

I had my arm down by my side, still holding the knife and I knew Noah had no idea, “I could say the same thing about you,” I croaked out. I took a deep breath and shakily raised my hand with the knife and placed my free hand on his cheek, “I wish you could’ve been different. I really do,” I then in one swift move stabbed the knife into the side of Noah’s throat. I watched as his eyes widened and I could hear the gurgling of blood in his throat. The crimson red liquid splattered all over the sheets and all over my face. I let out a hoarse scream and began to sob violently as I watched Noah fade away.

After a few moments, I felt Noah stop struggling, but the blood continued to gush, but I could not muster up the energy to move out from under him. This was the moment where my body began to hit a wall. My sobbing continued and my body was shaking violently as my vision began to blur. I looked around the room and saw Jolly was still on the floor and Folio was nowhere to be seen, but at this point I didn’t care. I kept my eyes on Jolly as darkness formed in my vision, and the last thing I remembered before I passed out was the sound of my own shallow breathing.

***

When I woke up, I was sitting in an ambulance outside of the house, covered in a blanket. The red and blue lights caused me to squint as I tried to look around for anyone else I knew. I could only think of Jolly and hoped that somehow he had made it out. I turned to a paramedic and asked about him and the man just pointed to another ambulance. I slowly moved myself out of the ambulance and wrapped myself up in the blanket. I walked myself over to where the paramedic had pointed and found Jolly sitting upright, with Nick right by his side. I quickened my pace and threw my arms around Jolly when I got to where the two were sitting.

“Thank God you’re okay. I thought you were gone.”

He huffed, “I did too.”

I let go of him and looked at Nick, “Where were you when all of this was going down?”

“I was right outside the door. Jolly told me to stay back until he gave me the signal,” he chuckled.

I just nodded and looked back at Jolly, “Are you okay? Thank you for saving me.”

He just nodded in return.

“Wh-where is Folio?”

Nick looked at Jolly and then turned back to me, “We don’t know, but the police are out looking for him. There’s a warrant out for arrest.”

I looked at them for a moment, “A-and Noah?”

The two of them were silent for a second, then Jolly spoke up, “Chris, you killed him.”

It all came back to me at that moment and I wanted to cry, but I didn’t have enough energy to. To be honest, I didn’t have much energy left to even continue this conversation, so I placed my hands on each of their shoulders and gave them a kurt smile. I then walked back over to the ambulance where I was originally sitting and sat back down at the edge of the truck. I looked out at the crowd that had formed and I allowed my mind to wander, thinking of everything from the past month and the events of tonight.

As time passed and as I sat in the ambulance, I knew I would never be the same. The events from tonight would haunt me for the rest of my life. Maybe I should go home, or maybe I could go and find my dad.

[usedtobeguest123]

The Dream

Hola, Casita! It's been a while since I've been on here, but this little draft of a chapter has been tickling the back of my mind nevertheless. It's pretty quiet in the Encanto fandom these days, so I thought I'd post it here and perhaps that would motivate me to polish it up and come back to my long lost Encanto WIP -- La Traes. This piece of writing can mostly be read on it's own, with a few references to the story it comes from that don't take away too much from the overall one-shotness. I haven't posted it to A03 yet, but hopefully I will eventually.

For now, enjoy this Tío Bruno - Mirabel family fluff, and check out the full story if you want more. Summary: Mirabel has a nightmare, and Tío Bruno offers some unorthodox advice.

TW: Brief description of main character deaths, but only in the context of a dream. I always write with a G rating.

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“…the miracle is dying because of you!” The words flew out of her mouth before she could think about the consequences. She watched them strike her Abuela, watched the light dim from her eyes as the accusation settled in her chest. Mirabel reached out, but Abuela was already fading before her, a hand on her heart, her edges shimmering and shivering as if Mirabel had dropped a stone into a pool that reflected her. 

BECAUSE OF YOU. BECAUSE OF YOU. Her own words echoed around her, her voice distorting as it layered over itself again and again, growing in intensity until it was deafeningly loud, incomprehensible and terrible. 

CRACK. Behind her, the echoing words converged into a single point. When she turned to look, all she saw before her was a huge void where the magical candle should have been, a split forming down the middle of Casita, yawning away from itself and then suddenly caving inwards in a cascading avalanche of destruction. The dust filled her lungs and made her cough, it stung her eyes. She blinked rapidly, desperately trying to clear her vision so she could see…she needed to be able to see to–to find them, to help…

The horrific, ear splitting sound of cracking plaster and crumbling stone echoed around her, so loud it felt like her chest was breaking apart along with it. She covered her head and ran forward, feeling debris pummel her arms. She skidded to a stop on her knees as the sound reached a crescendo, bending forward to protect the precious thing that was suddenly in her lap. Her arms had been empty only a moment ago, but suddenly they were full and she knew she had to protect whatever it was with all she had, with her life. 

Then silence. Complete and total silence.

She looked down in her arms. It was Antonio, she was holding Antonio. He lay there, covered in dust and dirt, unmoving. A sob broke from her chest. She shook him but he didn’t wake, she was too late, she didn’t save him. She looked up in horror, searching for someone, anyone to help her. She was surrounded by the broken body of Casita, and in the rubble before her she could see buried faces peeking through. Her mother. Her father. Abuela. Camilo and Luisa. Tía Pepa, Tío Felix, Dolores, Isabela. Tío Bruno. 

They were all gone. She could see it in their blank, uncannily still faces that all seemed to look toward her, accusingly. They were all lost, buried in the brokenness and destruction around her, and it was all her fault. It was all her fault. It was all her fault. 

And she was alone.

Through it all, though she yelled and screamed with all her strength, until her throat hurt from the effort…all that came forth from her chest, all that surrounded her, was silence. 

Mirabel bolted upright in her bed, a strangled cry bursting from her throat as she grabbed frantically at the blankets and sheets that lay bunched in her lap. She clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, as she slowly realized it was a dream. It was a dream, it was a dream, it was a dream…she repeated it to herself, squeezing her eyes shut with a single, quiet sob. 

She was shaking. She tried to take a deep breath, but it was shaky, too. She wiped at the tears on her face and blinked rapidly at the ceiling, trying to dispel the haunting images from her head, to keep them from jumbling with the very real memories of that horrible night a year and a half ago. Behind her, Casita opened her bedroom shutter with a squeak, reaching toward her in concern, but Mirabel jumped away in response, wincing. The sound was too similar to the echoes in her dreams. 

“I-I’m okay, I’m f-fine,” she said to the window, trying to reassure Casita, but each attempt was more a sob than a sentence. She repeated it until she could say it more steadily.  “I-I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.” 

It had been a while since she’d had this dream, and the shaky aftermath wasn’t entirely unfamiliar…but tonight was different. Tonight, she’d been holding Antonio. Not the candle, not the miracle—instead, her sweet, beautiful primo lay lifeless in her arms. All her fault.

It had felt so very real. She could still feel the ache from the thundering cracks in her ear drums; her throat felt dry with the layers of dust. She could still feel the weight of him in her arms. He was so heavy. 

She wanted nothing more in that moment than to race to Antonio’s room and see him with her own eyes, hug him, touch his face, kiss his cheeks, reassure herself that he was in fact safe and well and…and…alive. She needed to touch him, to feel his realness and his solidness in order to convince herself that the dream was not. 

She sniffed as a new round of tears escaped down her face. She wiped them away roughly. She was not going to do that. 

Antonio is fine. She knew that, she did, and she wasn’t going to wake him up and scare him just because she was terrified from a nightmare, like a child.

…still though. Her room still felt too stuffy, the walls too close, and her chest was tight with lingering fear. Every little noise of Casita moving around her, each grate and grind and creak, set her heart thundering anew as if it was just the start of something worse to come. No matter what that reasonable part of herself tried to say, her body continued to feel as though her world was crashing down around her all over again, and no matter how tightly she held herself, she still felt like she was falling apart.

She needed air, needed to move. She flung her blankets aside and hurried to her door, not bothering to grab the shoes that Casita jostled toward her.  The door swung open without her having to touch it, and she ran forward until she reached the railing of the upper balcony, leaning her stomach against the turquoise wood to press all the air out of her lungs. She gripped the railing until her knuckles turned white, digging her nails into the wood and shutting her eyes, taking in a big gulp of fresh air and letting it out in a silent, hitched flow. 

I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m…

“Mirabel?” 

She stiffened, her eyes shooting wide open at the unexpected sound. It took her a moment to see where it had come from, and it was so quiet she almost wasn’t sure she’d heard it at all. Across the house from her, near the darkened right corner of the hall by the stairs, stood a slightly hunched, shadowed figure. It was blurred—she had forgotten her glasses as she rushed from her room—but she could tell by the swishing edges of the silhouette that it was draped in green fabric, and it was then that her mind connected the voice with its owner. Tío Bruno. 

He was hovering like a shadow at the bottom of the stairs to his tower, and she couldn't tell if he'd been heading down or up them. She hesitated for a moment, frozen in the unexpectedness of encountering anyone in the middle of the night, and then suddenly took off without thinking, padding on bare feet around the hall, nearly knocking them both down as she collided with him and wrapped her shaky arms around his middle. He grunted on impact, but quickly recovered, bringing his hands up to her shoulders to try to pull her away enough to look at her. 

“Mira–Mirabel, what’s wrong? A-are you hurt? Should I–should I get Julieta? Where–”

He was frantically looking her up and down, looking for some kind of physical injury. She felt his grip tighten on her shoulders when his worried eyes finally reached her face. 

“...Mirabel?” He searched her face, his expression falling at whatever he saw there. The honest concern in his voice squeezed at her heart, and she felt tears begin to escape down her cheeks again. A panicked look gripped his face, and he jumped to pull her back in, wrapping his arms around her and carefully tightening his embrace. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered. She buried her face in his shoulder, as much to hide her embarrassment as for comfort, and he leaned his head on hers, rubbing her back tentatively with one hand. She tensed her shoulders, willing herself to hold back the sob that threatened to break free, and in response she felt his posture soften with his words. “Ah, Mira. You’re okay, mija,” he murmured. “You’re okay. You’re okay. I-I've got you, kid. You're okay."

It was so silly. This was all so ridiculous, running to her Tío after a nightmare like she was six and not sixteen. It was absurd. But she couldn’t let go. He was real—he was real and tangible, and his hand was warm on her back, and his scratchy voice was comforting and kind, and he was okay. He was okay. He wasn’t buried in rubble, wasn’t lost forever. And the more she hugged him and let him hug her back, the more her terrible dream started to fade back into obscurity. 

They stood there in the hallway for a good long while, his muttered assurances eventually falling silent but his arms around her never loosening. His shoulder was gritty, his clothing dusted with particles of sand that she could feel sticking to her face and eyelashes. Had he just had a vision? The reasonable part of her brain slowly started to regain control. She realized she was gripping the back of his ruana with tight fists, and slowly made herself release them. Her breathing had evened out, and she took one last deep, shaking breath before slowly stepping back from him, her face down, unable to meet his eyes. She wiped shamefully at her face and nose—geez, she was a mess. He kept a heavy hand on her shoulder. 

When she didn’t speak, he broke the silence, his voice taut and just a little too high. 

“You know what? I-I could use some tea. Yeah, let’s…let’s go make some hierbabuena, okay?” 

She sniffed and nodded in quiet acceptance, letting him put his arm around her shoulders and steer them both to the stairs. 

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He led her to one of the stools that stood at the butcher block island in the center of the kitchen. She scooted onto it and leaned her elbows onto the wooden counter, wrapping her arms around herself in a pitiful hug. Though the night was temperate and the air still, she suddenly felt oddly cold now that Tío Bruno had removed his arm from around her shoulders. 

Bruno paused and looked at her helplessly, his fingers twitching anxiously in front of him. He suddenly began glancing abstractly around himself, his brow bunched in concern like he was trying to find something, patting his torso as if searching nonexistent pockets. After a moment of tight-lipped thought, he seemed to reach some sort of silent conclusion and clumsily shrugged himself out of the ruana, sending a quiet hiss of sand raining to the floor. Bruno grimaced at Julieta’s no-longer-spotless kitchen tiles, but then shrugged dismissively and turned to dump the unwieldy fabric unceremoniously over Mirabel, pulling carefully at it until her head popped through the ruana’s neck hole. She let out a weak laugh and pulled the fabric closer around herself.

“Thanks,” she said softly. He nodded at her, satisfied that she would no longer freeze in the warm night air, and turned away to set water to boil in the kettle. A tinkle of metal pulled her attention down to her feet, where Casita was delicately bouncing her glasses back and forth with the kitchen tiles. 

"Thank you," she whispered again, her voice dampened with tight-throated chagrin. She'd been so ridiculously panicked, she hadn't even thought to get them. The quiet calm of the kitchen now felt painfully damning to her previous behavior. She sighed as she slid them on her nose and blinked into clarity.

She glanced down at the mass of fabric bunched across her. The moss green ruana hung much too big on her, but it probably fit her about as well as it fit Tío Bruno. Tiny maroon mice trailed down the front—it was one of the first she'd embroidered for him. She ran her finger over one of the mice, absentmindedly appraising her work. Not bad, the stitches were still tight and unbunched. The lengths of green fabric hung heavily from her shoulders, and she thought she could perhaps see why Bruno liked to wear it so much. With her arms tucked inside, it felt like being wrapped in a blanket. The weight was comforting. 

She looked over at her tío now, where he moved about his task in jerky, uncertain movements. Casita was nudging him through the tea making process with patiently tilting tiles. He'd retrieved the kettle and was shifting from foot to foot with it in his hands before suddenly jumping to fill it in the already-running sink, as if he needed a moment to remember the next step. She couldn't be sure, with his back turned to her, but he seemed particularly nervous. Probably from the undignified display she'd just put on upstairs. She winced.

Poor Tío. 

She was thankful, though, for her sweet, strange tío. She considered him carefully, watching him move about the kitchen to grab the tetera and tea leaves, looking even slighter than usual in just his pajamas and bare feet. She blew air out her nose in mild amusement as he rose up on tip-toes in order to reach the cups. It had only been a year and a half since his return and she was already gaining on him in height. She’d likely be taller than him by this time next year, a fact not helped at all by his tendency to hunch in on himself all the time. 

He muttered and waved a dismissive hand at Casita, who was now tipping the tiles under his feet to keep the hem of his nightshirt from catching on the small flame under the kettle. 

Tío Bruno’s return had brought something new to her life that Mirabel didn’t know she’d needed—someone who understood her without looking down on her. Someone closer to…an ally, maybe. 

She'd always had her parents of course, and she knew without a doubt that they loved her deeply. But Mamá, for all her adoration and assurances, had always tried to make up for Mirabel's deficits. Her well-meaning, constant fussing only confirmed in Mirabel's mind that her mother saw something lacking in her as well, something that couldn’t be fixed. 

Pa was less overbearing in his love, but he still didn’t quite get it. He’d always tried to relate to her on the basis of their shared giftlessness, but he’d never been expected to have a gift. He didn’t understand that it was just different for his disappointment of a daughter. And so, though she had always been surrounded by a family she knew loved her more than anything in the world, she’d always felt…alone. 

But Tío Bruno was different. Tío Bruno knew what it meant to live on the sidelines of a fantastic family, to be missing that unnamable something that made fitting in a natural thing. And so, though she’d always had a lively Tío Felix who could teach her to dance and make her laugh, and a goofy Pa who excelled at distracting her when things got hard, she realized that she now had something she hadn’t known she was missing. Now she had a Tío Bruno—an uncle who truly saw her and cared for her, but who was also…a friend. 

Maybe she was just feeling overly sentimental because, you know, she’d just dreamed her entire family was dead and it was ENTIRELY all her fault…but she was suddenly just incredibly thankful. She was thankful it was Tío Bruno who’d stumbled across her, of all the ten other family members that could have witnessed her display of childish weakness. She was thankful to be sharing midnight tea with this uncle-friend who she somehow felt closer to than any of the family she’d known her whole life. And as she settled into the quiet of the empty kitchen, her jittery nerves slowly calming and her racing heartbeat evening out, she was thankful that—though she was perfectly capable of doing so—she wasn’t going to have to face the night alone. 

Tío Bruno carried the over-filled tea cups carefully to the table, setting them both down as soon as his outstretched arms could reach the edge of the wood. Once they were securely on the stable surface, he pushed one in front of her and settled in front of the other. He blew over the surface of the tea as he fidgeted into a more comfortable position on the stool beside hers. 

“Hey,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the warm cup and staring into its depths. “I’m, um, I’m glad you’re here.”

He looked up at her with a sad smile, his face still more worried than anything else…or, panicked, perhaps that was carefully managed panic in his eyes. 

“O-of course, kid, I wasn’t going to leave you like…um, like that.” He winced and nodded his head in the direction of the balcony, indicating the location of her breakdown. 

She grimaced. Yes, thank you, Tío. 

“I know, I just…I meant in general. I’m just glad you’re…here.”

He stared at her with his too-wide eyes. What fear lingered in his expression slowly melted, and he looked for a moment like he wanted nothing more than to hug her as tight as he could. He reached out a hand toward hers, but hesitated, settling for patting her forearm awkwardly instead. He held in a breath, shoring up his emotions into something more manageable perhaps, before giving her a small, grateful smile, filled with genuine, unguarded affection. 

“Yeah, me too, kid. More than you know.” 

She could feel the tears welling up again, all the emotions of her dream still too close to the surface. She looked away and blinked to dispel the tears, taking a sip of her scalding tea to hide them further. 

“So,” Tío Bruno said carefully, “so, you, uh, want to tell me what happened?”

Mirabel tensed and took another sip of her tea. 

No, she thought. No I most definitely do not. I want to pretend it never happened and then maybe it will be true…

“Um,” she tried, but the words got stuck in her throat. She took another sip. Bruno waited. “I, um,…I had a…bad…dream.” She cringed. Oh, the shame. She even sounded like a child. 

“Must have been a doozy,” he replied gently. 

She nodded without looking at him. 

“Do you, uh, want to tell me about it? I-I’ve heard that sometimes it can help to tell someone about it…makes it seem less scary when you say it out loud. It, I dunno, it takes away its power over you, or something like that. Now, I don’t know if that’s all true, a-a-and I know I’m not your ma or pa, but, I-I can still, you know, listen. I can always listen, when you, when you need it.” 

She looked up at him then, and something in the way he glanced nervously at her and away again chased away some of her embarrassment. This was Tío Bruno she was talking to—he had absolutely no motive to judge her. And maybe it would feel better for someone to know. She’d never told anyone. Maybe that was why the dream never went completely away. 

A long silence stretched between them. After a moment, Tío Bruno held up a pausing finger, interrupting her indecisive, circling thoughts. With one swift flourish, he reached out and pulled the hood of the borrowed ruana up and over her head. 

“There,” he said, matter of factly. “Now you, you don’t have to be afraid of anything.” 

She smiled weakly at him from under the hood, and he turned back to his tea, waiting quietly for her to find her courage. She tried to channel the dauntless spirit of Hernando. 

“It...was about Casita,” she whispered finally, so quietly that Bruno had to lean toward her to hear. “About when…it fell.” 

She could see him stiffen out of the corner of her eye, but he didn’t say anything. 

“Everyone was…gone.” The tears pushed back at her eyes again, but she held them in. 

I'm scared of nothing. 

“I-it was all my fault. I tried, I really did—but I’d lost all of you a-and Toñito…I…I couldn’t save anyone. I was too late.” 

She bit at her lip, unable to look away from the cup in her hands. Beside her, Tío Bruno knocked rapidly on the wood of the table, sending miniature rippling shock waves resonating through the surface of her tea. 

“That’s…that really is a doozy, kid.” 

She nodded. 

“Have…have you had that dream before?”

She hesitated, then nodded again. 

“How many times?” he whispered. 

She opened her mouth, but then closed it again without answering. 

She used to have the dream almost every night, in those first couple months after Casita fell. Thankfully, the well-earned fatigue that dragged her into bed after a day of building and working would sometimes lead her into a dreamless sleep. But if she did dream, it was of Casita falling. The details would change, the order of events shift, but key elements remained–her home lost, her family lost, the fault squarely resting on her shoulders. 

She thought moving back into the finished home would help, and it had, a little. The dream would only come to haunt her maybe once a week, surprising her just as she’d been lulled into a false sense of security by several nights of its absence. 

Now, though, she rarely had the dream. Once a month, twice at the most. But when she did have it, she had a hard time shaking it. She’d sometimes read or sew or just go for a walk around the balcony of Casita, taking deep breaths as she went and trying to focus on tiny details around her, like Luisa had once told her to do. Sometimes she could fall back asleep. She never wanted to, but sometimes she still could. 

But this time…with Toñito. It was different. That had never happened before.

“A lot, I guess,” she finally whispered back. 

“Ah, kid,” he said, his voice heavy. 

Mirabel took in a quick breath and picked up her tea, spinning the cup back and forth between her palms to dispel the sudden anxious energy in her arms. She drew up her shoulders, trying to pull back from the heaviness in her own chest.

“But not as much now!” she chirped, willing some levity into her voice. She pushed back the hood and sat up straighter. “Only once in a while now, so it’s getting better. Really, you don’t have to worry, Tío, I know…I know it’s just a dream.” 

She looked up at him with a smile, but it grew strained when she saw his face. His mouth was a tight, thin line, his brows pulled together, wholly unconvinced by her efforts. His eyes didn’t flit away from her this time. 

“You haven’t told anyone, have you.” It wasn’t a question. 

“I don’t need to, I’m fine, really.” 

“Mira, that—" he pointed a twitching finger toward the balcony "—that didn’t seem fine.”

“I’m fine,” she urged, her voice more pleading than confident. He continued to stare at her, his mouth tightening even more. She tilted her head up slightly and held his gaze, something in her feeling oddly defiant. He sighed and looked away, no match for her resolve. 

“Look, kid, I just, I want you to know—,” he paused, his words seemingly caught before they could come out. She raised her eyebrows at him expectantly, but he just pulled in his lips and then blew out a puff of air. 

Tío Bruno was never the best at getting his words out, especially when he was unsure, but she suddenly wondered if this had anything to do with the vision he refused to tell her about, and her stomach clenched just a little. 

Bruno growled softly in frustration and knocked out a pattern on the table, knock knock knock knock knock, ending with one exasperated knock to his head. Mirabel softened her expression and tried to wait patiently, just like he had for her just a moment before. She briefly considered giving him his ruana back, for reassurance, but then Bruno took a breath and tried again.

“I-I want you to know that you…you don’t have to be lonely. A-and if you are ever feeling lonely, just, just don’t be…anymore. You don’t have to. Yaknow—b-be lonely.”

Mirabel tensed at his words. “I’m not lonely,” she replied, a little too quickly. “I have everyone, la famila, Abuela, Mamá, Pa. I have you.”

“Good,” he nodded, though he seemed a bit dejected, as if he hadn’t quite made the point he wanted to. “I’m glad…I’m glad you know. That you’ve got everyone, because you do, you do, we’re all here for you, kid. I’m here for you.”

“I know,” she assured him, a bit confused. He was agitated, as if he still had something more to say. “I know, Tío. Really.”

Bruno sighed and looked down into his tepid tea, as if there was something in there was looking for. She glanced at him one last time before returning to her own tea, taking a longer drink now that the liquid had cooled. 

He was acting so strange, and if she thought about it, he had been for a while. He’d been overly cautious around her, worried and hovering. Sometimes she'd catch him looking at her like something about her made him incredibly sad. Sure, part of that could just be counted off as classic Tío Bruno but…something told her it wasn’t. 

It had to be the vision. It had all started then, that day back in the forest, months before.

She tightened her grip on her mug. It took all of her self control not to ask him about it. She knew he had boundaries that she had to respect when it came to his gift, she’d learned that the hard way. She knew that if she was supposed to know, he’d tell her. 

He’d tell her, right?

“Tío, if you have something you want to say, you can just say—”

“I thought you’d died,” he blurted out, far too loud. Mirabel set down her cup and looked at him, her breath held. Her stomach clenched even tighter and she suddenly felt the fear from her dream, almost completely gone, return in full force. Bruno was staring at the table, his hands gripping the cup in front of him so tightly she actually worried for a moment he might break it. 

“W-when Casita fell, last year. I-I got myself out, and then I looked back and I saw…I saw you. And then, and then, and then, the tower, my tower…Mirabel, I thought you’d been crushed, and it was all my fault. I’d sent you off to Isabela, and, and put this stupid idea in your head that all of this was somehow up to you to fix, and there you were, right where I’d sent you, like a coward, while I ran and hid. I—” 

He stopped and took in a sharp breath. 

"I always run and hide," he muttered through gritted teeth.

Mirabel was frozen to her seat. The fear that he was somehow talking about the vision was rapidly fading, replaced by a void of swirling incomprehensible thoughts. She’d never heard him talk about that day, that almost-forgotten moment when they'd locked eyes right before everything came crashing down around her. 

Tío Bruno looked up at her, his eyes pleading and pained. 

“Mira, I-I will never let that happen again. I-I will never send you off to go at it alone, when someone should be there with you—w-when I should be there with you.” 

As the initial shock of his words began to wear off, her chest began to burn fiercely. She had no idea why, but as she suddenly understood what he was trying to say, the feelings flooding her were so convoluted, rising all at once from some long ignored part of her heart, that it was absolutely overwhelming. She felt the tears start up again, but this time she couldn’t stop them from falling. 

Bruno cringed distressingly and reached out to grab a corner of the ruana, wiping at her face clumsily and smearing her cheeks with sand and tears. He put his hands on her shoulders, gripping her tightly. 

“You…you saved me, Mirabel. In so many ways. I don’t think you even know—” he shook his head, started again. “You don’t have to do everything alone anymore, okay? I won’t let that happen again. W-when I was a kid, I didn’t have a dad around to, you know, because…because…of, well, everything, so I always wished—I mean, I-I know what it's like to-to-to…A-AND I know you have a Pa! A wonderful, amazing Pa, and I-I don’t ever want to get in the way there—I mean…I-I’m not trying to—Urghf.” Bruno blew out a raspberry in frustration, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with a bright desperation, imploring. “Look, kid, I’m, I’m not the best, at-at well, at anything, but, but I’m here! And I’m not going anywhere, not this time. Whatever you need, okay? I’m…I’m here. Right here.” 

She nodded fervently and reached up to grip his forearms. As another wave of tears began to fall, she pulled him forward into a crushing hug, glasses pressing firm against her nose as she buried her face into the curve of his shoulder. He had to quickly drop down a foot to keep from falling off his stool, but he regained his balance and leaned wholeheartedly into the embrace. 

“Just, just promise me you won’t let yourself be alone, okay?” he whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Don’t…don’t hide yourself away from everyone. You won’t gain a thing from that, really, b-believe me. I…well, I know.”

She nodded again into his nightshirt and gripped him even tighter.

 “Okay. I promise, Tío.” 

He hummed a relieved sound, putting a gentle hand to the back of her head and cradling it there for a moment. Then with one final squeeze, he let her go. 

As she sat back, he reached out and tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear, then patted her cheek gently. She smiled, surprised at the uncharacteristic gesture, but touched nonetheless. It reminded her of something Mamá would do.

With that, as suddenly as his vulnerable outburst had appeared, it was tucked nervously away. Tío Bruno fidgeted awkwardly in his seat and turned back to his cup, running his finger around the rim. Mirabel cleared her throat and swiped at her eyes, wiping away the last of the tears. He’d been right, about sharing her fear—she did feel…lighter, somehow. 

“So," she asked with a final sniff, "why were you down here in the middle of the night?” She suddenly perked up in realization. “Did–did you know I would…?”

“No, no,” he said, brushing away the idea with a wave of his hand. “I, uh, I have—I mean had, had a headache, and it was keeping me up, so I decided to get some fresh air. Worked out though, huh?"

"A headache? Tío are you avoiding your gift again?" The lingering thickness of her voice did nothing to soften the accusation.

"No! No, I…uh, well maybe, sort of yes."

"Why?" she cried out in exasperation. "You know what it does to you and—wait, is that what all that sand was from the other day? In your room? Is something happening with your gift?!"

"Ay, Ay, tranquila, mija, don't get all worked up again, alright?" he begged, wincing. "Please, no more crying." 

"I'm not crying." She groused, and she made a more concerted effort to swallow back the tears that were again pushing to the surface. She really did need to get a hold of herself. What was the matter with her?

"I am upset to hear that you're in pain for no good reason," she added grumpily, swiping again at her cheek. He frowned, his eyebrows drawing in mild offense.

"No good—a-alright, look, i-i-if you must know, Ms. Pushy,…yes, the sandy-ness you saw the other day was from…struggling…with my gift. I-I guess you could say I had a bad dream, too. A vision-dream. It's a whole thing, like a nightmare with a headache, covers my bed in sand. Bleh. Makes it impossible to get comfortable after, so, so, I was just…out. Getting some fresh air."

Mirabel watched him quietly. She didn't like the sound of that, not one bit. His room had been in total chaos when she'd seen it, and he'd looked just awful. A 'vision-dream' that caused that much mess must have been—to borrow Tío's words—a doozy. 

“Alright then," she challenged, "your turn. What was in your dream?”

Bruno sputtered into his tea. “Nah, nah, it was nothing,” he replied as he reburied his face in his cup. He managed to take a drink and then sighed. “Just a vision that really won’t quit, that’s all.”

Mirabel frowned. “That sounds like avoiding to me. And if you're getting headaches, too? I don't like this at all.”

"I'm not avoiding them. Not all the way, anyway. I'll have you know, I've been using my gift on purpose! In other ways. I’ve just seen enough of this one, particular vision, is all. I’ve seen it plenty. Maybe the miracle is on the fritz or something…or not! Or not. Um…sometimes this just, just happens. My old brain gets stuck on some future and doesn’t want to let go.” He knocked at his skull. “I’m okay, though, kid, really. It’s nothing disastrous, so I just…need to wait it out. Eh, iiit’ll go away.” He waved his hand beside his head as if he was chasing it away as they spoke. 

Mirabel hummed petulantly. “Well, you know your gift better than anyone, but…” she began, and he winced in anticipation of her unsolicited advice. 

She paused and carefully softened her voice. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. 

“All I’m saying is that maybe you’re missing something. If the miracle won’t stop sending you this same vision…maybe you just need to look at it differently. You know, a new perspective.”

He nodded without looking at her. She sighed and dropped the subject. He would tell her if he needed her help. He knew the offer always stood. He knew he didn't have to be lonely, either.

Mirabel sighed at the bottom of her empty cup. She had no idea what time it was, but she did know it was seriously late. Tomorrow was quickly becoming today, and she was going to be exhausted. Despite his best intentions, Osvaldo was never an easy visit. She should really get some rest. 

“Well, then. It's late. I guess it’s time to go back to bed,” she stated dryly, and the knot in her stomach tightened at the thought. Though I’d really rather not, she added in a low murmur, more to the air than to anyone in particular. 

Bruno looked up and frowned at her as she grabbed his empty cup and took it with hers to the sink. The clink of the cups in the basin rang out with glum finality. 

“Then we won’t,” Bruno said suddenly, and she turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. He was staring at her as if he'd suddenly had some remarkable revelation about the whole situation.

“What?”

“You don’t want to go back to sleep…well, then we won’t.” 

“What?” she asked again. “That’s not a solution, Tío.”

“It’s not a good solution, but it is a solution.”

She laughed and shook her head. She couldn’t stay up all night, she’d already be useless enough as it was now. 

“Come on, why not?" he argued. "You got somewhere to be in the morning?”

She rolled her eyes at him. His usual half-joking argument. He was referring to their tradition of morning tea, but this time she did in fact have somewhere to be. She had to meet with Osvaldo to discuss the supplies for the surprise party, bright and early. A scheduling decision she was now regretting.

"Actually, I do. I have a…. meeting… at seven." Smooth, she thought, internally rolling her eyes.

"Well, that's what coffee is for, right?"

"Tío, it's like one in the morning," she replied. "You're crazy."

He scrambled up from his seat and rounded the kitchen island, pointing a finger high in the air. 

"Perhaps to be too practical is madness," he quoted grandly. She recognized that one. Don Quixote? She bit her lip. 

"Didn't he die in the end of that book?"

"Look, Mirabel, you've been making the responsible choice, what's best for everyone else, since you were five," he urged, his voice oddly serious. His words nudged at something tight in her heart. 

"Do what you want for once, instead of what you have to do," he continued more gently. "I'm your crazy uncle, I-I-I think…I think maybe I'm supposed to give you crazy advice like that. A-a new perspective." 

She fiddled with the edge of the ruana and mulled over his words. Do what you want. What did she want? She didn’t even know. She didn't want to go back to her dark and lonely room, that's for sure. Maybe she was just tired, but she somehow couldn't think of an argument to his unorthodox logic.

“Okay," she said reluctantly. "Okay. No sleeping. So then, oh wise uncle, what do we do instead?”

He scratched at his chin. "D'you like cards?"

—

"Sevens," Tío Bruno said. 

She squinted at her cards. "Uh…no. Go fish."

Tío Bruno leaned forward and glanced at the cards in her hand. She was sitting on the scratchy woven rug at his feet en la sala—an exercise in mild discomfort in an effort to keep herself awake. Her back was against his chair, so all he had to do was look down to get a full view of every single one of her cards…but they'd abandoned all reason long ago. They were on their third round of the game, and she was starting to lose her fight against fatigue. 

Bruno reached down and pulled a seven from her hand with more flourish than necessary, placing it in his own. 

"Oh, sorry," she muttered, stifling a yawn. "Didn't see it there."

"Mmmhmm, your turn."

"Um," she squinted at her cards again, leaning her head against his knee. "Nines?"

"Ve a pescar," he replied. Go fish. 

She could have sworn she instructed her hand to reach out and draw a card from the deck, but in groggy disorientation, she realized Bruno was instead carefully pulling all her cards from her slack grip and setting them on the table in front of her. She was clearly losing the battle against sleep.

"I-I'm awake," she slurred in protest. "Elevens." 

"Okay, kid," he laughed. "It was a valiant effort, but maybe it's time to head to bed."

"No! No sleep! Practical madness!" She swatted away his hand as it reached down to help her up and snuggled closer against his leg instead, pulling the warm, blanket-like ruana around her and adjusting her head more comfortably on his knee. "I just need to rest my eyes for, like, a minute …"

Stubbornly cocooned against the faulty wisdom of sleeping any length of time in her lean-to position on the floor, she let herself begin to drift off again. 

After a quiet minute of stillness, she felt Tío Bruno shift and carefully place his hand on her head, uncertainty evident in the tentative twitching of his fingers. She tipped her head back into his palm, managing to crack one sleep-blurred eye open just long enough to flash him a small smile. At that, his hand rested heavier against her hair, relaxing with obvious relief that she hadn't flinched or brush him away, like he probably expected.  

Mirabel was snug in the weight of the ruana, and Tío Bruno's heavy hand was like the safety of an anchor to shore, but she could still feel a dream lapping at the edge of her consciousness as the depths of sleep began to take hold. She pulled back from it warily, still tender from the nightmare. She frowned and squeezed her eyes tighter, trying feebly to clear her mind and shift away into dreamless rest instead. 

But then, quite unexpectedly, Bruno's scratchy voice began to murmur down to her, breaking through the shallow murk of her dozing sleep. She tensed involuntarily in surprise. 

Is he…singing? she thought groggily. He is singing…

She held as still as she could, willing herself awake to witness this strange boldness from her normally painfully timid Tío. As if on cue, Bruno seemed to hesitate, perhaps sensing her alertness. But then, ever so carefully, the hand on her head lifted and he slowly began to pull at strands of her hair, brushing them away from her face and tucking each gently behind her ear. He resumed the lullaby, a little louder this time.

The broken melody was slow and lilting, resonating and low. It reminded her of a hymn, but not any hymn she'd heard before. The words were not quite comprehensible in their soft murmur, but something about them held the shape of…hope, maybe, or solace. He was interspersing his scratchy singing with humming, as if he couldn’t quite remember all the words, but the effect was a soothing blend of sound that was tender and so genuinely loving in its imperfection.

As the moments passed, sweet and soft and safe, she found the tender combination of her Tío's voice and his hand brushing back her hair made it almost impossible to continue to resist the pull of sleep. Gradually, she let his lullaby ease her into a burdenless slumber, almost like she was six and not sixteen. Like…she half-realized before drifting off completely…like, perhaps, she’d long needed.

Read the rest of La Traes on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38318872/chapters/95750440

[too-much-tma-stuff]

If you are doing tma requests then I wanna see nikola, michael (or Helen) and jane being besties and having fun together (bonus if they make Jon suffer)

This has all the trigger warnings you would expect with these characters.

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Jon was kidnapped again, how often this was happening was genuinely distressing. This time it was by the circus, after they'd Said they weren't going to kidnap him. So there he was tied to a chair, naked much to his shame because that made it easier to moisturize him. He couldn't help but wonder in Nikola enjoyed Silence of the Lambs.

He had been left alone for now, but not for long it seemed because he could hear the clack of plastic feet skipping down the hall and into his prison. "Hello Archivist!" Nikola sang excitedly. "I hope you don't mind! I invited a couple of friends over for a girls night~ They're very excited to see you," She crooned with malicious delight. Just when Jon thought he couldn't be any more afraid.

He pulled on his bindings and gave a wordless objection since he couldn't get any words out around the gag. He hated how helpless that made him, not that his ability to compel people had ever really helped much. Sometimes it bought him a couple minutes but after that his assailant was usually even more angry then before.

"Now now don't get impatient! They should be here soon!" Nikola crooned, willfully misinterpretation Jon's squirming as excitement. One might have thought that as the stranger she just had no idea how people worked, but Jon knew better.

The air in the room changed in an indescribable but familiar and he's not surprised when he hears the creek of a door opening ominously behind him.

"Well hello Archivist, Nikola," It greeted in that headache inducing voice, sounding inordinately pleased. Jon knows that Michael is dangerous but his initial emotion is irritation anyway, he doesn't feel true terror until he hears a wet laugh behind him.

No, NO! That was impossible! Jane was dead, he had talked to the man who had burned her, he had a jar of her ashes on his desk! And yet it was clearly Jane who came shuffling around in front of him, the worms crawling in and out of her skin made him want to throw up and the way she was leering at him didn't help.

"Don't worry! Since I invited them they they promised not to do anything to damage your skin!" Nikola chirped enthusiastically, resting a hand on his shoulder freezing him in place because straining away from Jane the way he had been would send him closer to Nikola.

"Of course that won't stop us from hurting you Archivist," Micheal laughed and grabbed the back of John's neck. He Knew that he wasn't actually being hurt, but this is now that it is, a specialist in fooling one's senses, so Knowing did nothing to sooth the feeling that his neck was on fire! He screamed into the blindfold, barely muffled at all.

Nikola and Jane were laughing, it made him sick! Nikola clapped wooden hands, a clack of plastic muted by stitched together skin, Jane's laugh expelled whatever worms were squirming through her throat, they curled back around into holes in her cheek. Jon's head pounded as Michael laughed and let go of Jon's throat, his scream petering off into a reedy whine.

Nikola slung an arm around Michael's waist since she was entirely unable to each it's shoulder and it grinned to wide for its face and rested its elbow on top of her head. Jon cringed back in his chair as Jane leaned closer. "I'm told you won, but of course that's not going to stop me from trying," his stomach turned at her voice, how wet and ruined it sounded, a little blood bubbled at the corners of her lips.

"I'll take a little revenge for myself now just in case the distortion isn't lying." She opened her mouth and worms poured out, they wouldn't burrow in this time, but his scars ached with the memory and the feeling of them squirming over his bear skin was horrifying! He screamed and thrashed, struggling so hard he knocked the chair over, knocking all the air out of his lungs leaving him wheezing and shuddering on the floor as all three laughed at him.

Michael and Nikola egged Jane and her worms on as they all drank in his fear. What a perfect night for three Avatars, dinner and a show~

[thekidsarentalright]

HELLO I SURVIVED!! my voice is extremely fucked up from screaming and my legs hurt but i’m alive!! i feel like there’s so much stuff i need to ramble abt so i’m just gonna write a fuckin essay here lmao i’m so sorry 😭

ok so the stage looked SO cool in person. the backdrops were gorgeous <3 and everything was like a physical prop, not projections… including the giant replica of bubbles the dog <3 pete kept pretending to put his hand in its mouth and patrick was singing to it! and the pyro was insane, i could feel the heat from it and i was Not super close to the stage. they Also had a clock on the side of the stage that would go backwards every so often… like going back in time to play older songs 😭

UM?!?! THAT SETLIST?!?!?! ginasfs was NOT a possibility in my head at all, so that was absolutely insane, my god!!! everyone was like “???” after pete said they’d never played it live. and then it started and my brain literally blacked out. like my only thought was “there’s no way this is happening, what the FUCK”. that song is so important to me and honestly was one of the first ones i remember loving when i got into fob, so that was a whole moment!! if there’s a different song every time that’s so scary, i SO hope u get the song u want if that’s the case! <333

“don’t forget who left the light on 20 years ago” had me tearing up and then all the tttyg stuff… fob wants us all dead fr! and THEN HEAVEN IOWA?! AND HEADFIRST SLIDE?!?!?! i was HOLLERING the whole time, my throat still hurts 💀 and FAKE OUT OMG WHERE DO I EVEN START 😭 the pink lights worked and it looked so pretty!!! it took some ppl a minute to get theirs set up, so the stadium kinda gradually lit up more and more and by the middle of the song it was fully lit! i swear i saw the exact moment where patrick realized what was going on and he smiled so big <3 i teared up so hard (was trying not to cry bc i had glitter on my face lol… i kinda cried anyway) and then pete gave us a shoutout! i’m def keeping my seashell on like… my wall or smth <3

also the covers!! that first song patrick did at the piano is lake shore drive, it’s actually what he was playing in that tiktok of him in the studio back in like… february! (it’s the piano thing right after the clip of him playing trumpet) my mom recognized it when i was watching that video originally and asked why he was playing it, so i already knew the song… was Not expecting it live tho 🤯 and then don’t stop believing?!?! we were all v confused but excited lmao… and then crazy train a bit later 😅

and pete did baby annihilation!! honestly when i said he could do it and i’d cheer, i did NOT expect him to actually do it lmaoo… but he did and it was fantastic!! hold me like a grudge was also incredibly fun, it goes so hard live <3 shoutout to the ppl who were doing the clapping during the bridge w me lol

every time patrick started talking he’d go “hi” in this soft voice and i was just like “HIIIII 🥺” AND HE WORE DOC MARTENS!!! AAAA 💓 he was so sunshiny and just skipping around like usual <3

OH ALSO!! idk what the other venues on this tour are like, but wrigley has this thing above the stage where they have a couple different flags, and all except one of them were changed out to be the smiley face logo!! it reminded me of when they planted their flag in the lftos music video and i got emotional looking at it 😭 like. they did it!! and it’s so obvious they’re excited to be doing all this!! ur gonna have an absolute blast at your show for Sure!

(the openers were fucking amazing too, i totally didn’t process that tai was playing until literally right before they came onstage. and then they covered snakes on a plane and were like “iykyk” and i very nearly died lmao)

(alsooooo congrats on finishing ur first year of college!! happy stardust summer! mwah 💕)

- 🧋 anon

SOOO sorry to be answering this a couple days later tumblr never showed me i got it!!!!! ANYWAYS

ohhhhh my god it sounds like it was such a fantastic like. incredibly special concert, i'm so happy for u!!! the setlist and the set itself literally blew my mind as i was watching a livestream of the show like????? my god they really pulled out ALLL the stops while also keeping the classics on there, really a setlist to please Everyone i think?? also w the set like. all the animatronic stuff and different backgrounds and everything. patrick was Not kidding when he said this show was visually different than anything they'd ever done before i am. SOOOO impressed. actually both by that and the stardust project, i remember something similar happened for mania tour and it was really pretty (kept my cutouts and still have them!!!) so im VERY glad it's happening this time for fake out <333 they deserve to see all of our love in every way possible <333

SO interesting that that's what he was playing on that tiktok omg he was practicing for so longggggg.... insane that ur show got a special lil piano mashup and then last night he did what a time to be alive.... so curious to see if its wattba forever now or if that's gonna be different each night Too!!!

and YEAHHH baby annihilation being on the setlist is making me soooo ;__; every time i think abt it im sooooo proud of pete for like. being confident enough to do That in front of thousands of people. also made me so happy to see patrick skipping around stage in his slay lil outfit like all four of them were SOOO happy u could tell i just. god i love them, they DID it they had their lil flag planted and played such a good show. last nights show was no doubt so good and special too from every video i've seen i just. i Know this tour is gonna be the tour of a lifetime, im SOOO excited for my show and also so glad urs was such a wonderful time and experience like u got so many special lil things!!! ginasfs and snakes on a plane etc!!!!!!!!! loved hearing all of this <33333

[hackerqueen]

""Together?"

Jake x MC

A short story, fluff and a little sadness, Jake is absolutely adorable

‼TW(?) poor self-esteem

Their lives were filled with fear of being caught by the police. Escape became their everyday life, which is why they appreciated every moment spent together. And there were really a lot of them because they spent days and nights together. Jake wouldn't let MC go out alone even to the store because of the overwhelming fear of losing her. He couldn't imagine the pain he would experience if something happened to his girlfriend. He wasn't even sure he would have survived such a blow.

Jake knew his life sucked. He did not want the MC to share his fate, he preferred that she would leave him, break his heart and bond with someone completely different, even though the image of a girl who was in love with another man made him mad. He preferred that he had to suffer than that the MC was in danger. He didn't want her to have to live like him for the last 4 years so much.

However, MC was the most stubborn person he had ever known. She was sure she wanted to spend her life with Jake. And it didn't matter to her whether she was exposed to danger or not. Jake made her see colors in her gray life. Without it, she would have ended up on a rope or with her veins cut. Before getting to know him, she struggled with mental disorders and took medications. Falling in love was a wonderful feeling and a medicine.

When, after several days of constant escape, Jake confused his pursuers, he earned them a few extra hours to rest.

-What do you want? - Jake asked, and seeing the signified gaze MC, he blushed -N-no, not in that sense!

The MC laughed sincerely. It's cute how embarrassed he was about these little things even though they'd been a couple for several months.

-Don't laugh at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.

-Like what?

-It's just that your laugh is the most beautiful sound I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. And it makes me nervous. - now it's time to blush for MC

-Stop being so cute. - she muttered in response - I have an idea, come on. - she grabbed his hand and moved forward.

That night was dark and cold. The overprotective Jake obviously made sure the MC was warm enough.

-Are you warm enough? - he asked three times until he made the MC roll his eyes

-Yes, Jake I am warm enough, thank you.- she replied

When they got there, Jake looked at her in disbelief.

-Are you kidding? Did you bring us to the playground?

-Yes! - she replied happily and clapped her hands - Let's go to the swings.

Jake shook his head in amusement, but obediently followed her. He would follow her anywhere.

They were swinging talking about everything and nothing. For a moment they forgot that they were being pursued by the government. It was soothing.

At one point, Jake took her from the swing and grabbed her hands. He started running around, dragging her with him, until he finally grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. MC screamed at the top of her throat and pretended she wanted to break free from his embrace. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt the moon illuminate her face as the wind gently ruffled her hair. Her stomach tightened as she looked into Jake's deep blue eyes.

-God, you are so beautiful. - he whispered Jake felt her body tense slightly and he frowned.

-What's wrong?

-I..I just don't know what you see in me. I'm not wearing makeup, my hair is unkempt, and I'm wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I don't have a perfect figure or perfect complexion. Why .. - she began and her voice broke a little

-I really don't like when you say things like that. To me, you are perfect. No, not only to me. You are perfect to the whole world. Jake shook his head and set her down on the ground - You look absolutely beautiful and hot in anything.

-Thank you but..

-No, but. I love you so much that it hurts me to see how you see yourself. - he said and began to put sweet kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose. He rolled up the sleeves of her blouse to reveal the old scars, which he also treated with kisses. - I appreciate and absolutely love every inch of you. Mentally and physically.

A tear flew from MC's eye, however, her lips curved into a slight smile. She grabbed Jake's cheeks and pulled him close. She kissed him passionately to convey what she couldn't say now.

-You make me so happy, Jake. - she whispered into his mouth

Looking each other straight in the eye, still being lit only by the moon, they heard police sirens. The MC smiled and laced their fingers together.

-We have to run. - MC said

-Together? - the black-haired boy asked

-Together.

from the autor: hi guys, remember that all of you are perfect and absolutely beautiful! take care<3

[punch-aholic]

Double Jeopardy: Chapter Nine - Litigation

A short, not great chapter but this is where the turning point comes so I really wanted to just get it out of the way. Girlboss Ariel era begins now!

Read it on AO3

It had taken longer than Ariel had thought for things to wrap up. She sat watching the skies with Jones, listening to the siren of the bank alarm for at least half an hour. The more time passed, the more nervous she was. 

“My wife loves you, by the way.” Jones muttered, noticing her nervous energy. 

Ariel chuckled and looked over at the older man. “What?”

Jones smiles and claps her on the shoulder. “I get to spend more time with my wife and kids because of you. Everyone at the office knows you’re the reason things have been so much better around here. You should be proud of yourself.”

Ariel smiled and felt the nervous feelings in her stomach melt away. “You really think so?”

“I know it. You’re a tough girl. Most people would’ve caved in by now. Dent’s not an easy man to deal with.”

“No… he’s not.”

Jones pulled her in for a hug that reminded her of her dad’s hugs… back when they still talked. “If he ever hurts you, you let me know.”

“You’d really go against your boss?”

Jones chuckled and ruffled her hair. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re my boss.”

Ariel smiled, but before she could respond the two heard a noise coming from a nearby alleyway. Jones’ eyebrows furrowed as he pulled the gun from his holster. “You stay here. If you hear anything you get in the car okay?”

Ariel nodded and watched Jones move into the dark alley. She grabbed her own gun and kept her back against the truck. A small noise to her left caught her attention, and she quickly turned, pointing the gun straight at the source. A gasp left her throat as she saw who was down the barrel of her gun. Nightwing stood in front of her with a finger to his lips and his electric stun stick held out. 

“Don’t scream. Just put the gun down, okay?” Ariel’s hands shook, and her fingers danced along the trigger. This was it. If she pulled the trigger, she was a full-blown criminal. Nightwing slowly lowered his weapon. “What’s your name?”

Harvey’s voice played in her head. ‘You don’t have to tell him your name.’

Ariel shook her head quickly. She needed to find Harvey. Nightwing stepped closer. “I don’t want to hurt you. I can help you get away from this, okay? But you have to trust me.”

Tears filled the corners of Ariel’s eyes as she looked at the man in front of her who couldn’t be much older than she was. He was offering her an out. A helping hand out of this life and away from her future as a criminal. Why didn’t she want it?

It seemed fate chose for her, because Jones appeared behind Nightwing in a second, tackling him to the ground and throwing punches. He was covered in bruises and blood, which meant one thing. There was another bat around somewhere. She needed Harvey to know.

‘You have Jones come find me and then you get the hell out of here’ he had said. 

As she ran away from Jones and Nightwing, she couldn’t stop her feet taking her inside the bank building. If they got the jump on Harvey, he’d have a one way ticket to Arkham. And then she’d have nothing. The alarm blared in her ears, and she pushed through the men grabbing large bags of money in order to get to Harvey at the top of the stairs. She ran straight into his chest, grabbing his arms tightly and practically falling at his feet. “What the hell are you doing in here? I told you to stay by the-”

“Nightwing’s here! A-And another one, I don’t know who! He got Jones and he- he saw me! Harvey I’m scared-”

Harvey’s face turned extremely worried, and he picked the hyperventilating Ariel up into his arms, carrying her over to his bodyguard. “Take her to the penthouse, don’t get seen and don’t get followed.”

A crashing noise was heard on the bottom floor, along with the sound of punching and groaning. She heard the sound of hard metal making contact with someone, and she remembered that one of the Robin’s uses a metal staff. She looked up at Harvey with a worried expression. “You’re not coming?!”

“I’ll be fine. You need to get out of here. I’ll meet you at the apartment. GO!”

The bodyguard pulled Ariel out of the bank and shoved her into the truck, speeding off without a word of Jones, Harvey or the rest of the men. 

She cried in the backseat. 

Harvey’s penthouse apartment was nicer than any house she had ever lived in. It was a large open space with floor to ceiling windows letting the moonlight in. The black and white furniture was sleek, and kept exceptionally clean. In different circumstances, she would marvel at the beauty of the place, but her scraped knees and the mascara dripping down her face were a bit distracting. She sat down on the long L-shaped couch, sniffling and wiping her face clean. If this was what every mission outside the office was like, she wanted no part of it. 

Harvey’s bodyguard put his gun back into his holster and cracked his neck, turning to Ariel one last time. “Stay here.”

“You’re leaving?!”

“I need to go back and protect the rest of the guys. You’re safe here.” He said in a deep voice. He was clearly a man of few words, because he left immediately afterwards. Ariel groaned and leaned back on the couch. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, did. She could only think of one thing to do. She picked up her phone and called Dr. Crane. The phone rang a few times before being hung up. A sob quickly left her as she realized she would be left here, at the mercy of waiting for Harvey all night. And if he didn’t come back? What then? Before this job she was out on the street waiting for the mob to make her disappear. She had no connections, no protection, nothing. 

After two hours with no word, Ariel was beginning to panic. She had left her phone in the truck, so she picked up the remote to the flat screen and turned on the TV, quickly flipping to GNN. Sure enough, Jack Ryder was covering the double crime night of Two-Face’s bank heist and Scarecrow’s ACE chemicals robbery. The mugshot of a bruised and bloodied Dr. Crane flashed on screen, and Ariel felt like she would be reaping the consequences of that when he broke out. Hell, Eddie might come and kill her for him. 

Ryder reported that Batman had stopped Scarecrow single handedly, not without a few hits of fear gas first. Meanwhile, he had sent Nightwing and Robin to handle Two-Face. Ariel leaned closer with baited breath as she waited for any kind of information on Harvey and the boys. 

“Harvey Dent and his men were apprehended in an attempt to rob the Diamond District Bank this evening. Forty-five of Dent’s henchmen were sent to blackgate while Dent himself was sent back to Arkham Asylum, awaiting yet another trial where he will no doubt be representing himself. Still, I think it’s safe to say that Two-Face won’t be terrorizing the streets for quite some time thanks to the efforts of Nightwing and Robin tonight. Back to you, Vicki!”

Ariel’s heart sank as the mugshot came onto the screen. Harvey always looked tired but in this photo he looked exhausted. Dried blood sat in the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin. He was bruised on both sides of his face, and the scowl he gave the camera felt like it was pointed straight at her. Ariel fell down to the couch, tears falling freely now. She had nothing now. Harvey would be in prison for months, at least. 

She was alone. 

[blackberry-bloody]

non-consensual touching with mibium? and if not that, tied to a pole?

Oh boy!!! This one took a while to write, but I'm pretty happy with the results!

@icyheart-and-friends @emmettnet

CWs: non-con touching (suggestive, but not explicitly nsfw), voice activated shock collar, implied non-con drugging, non-human whumper, demon whumper, intimate whumper, non-human whumpee, angel whumpee, tied to a chair whump, defiant whumpee, pet whump (if you squint)

let me know if I need to tag anything else

Mibium was slow to come to, his head feeling foggy and his limbs felt heavy. Things he was… Unfortunately used to by now. Gradually he took stock of himself. He was seated, his arms wrapped behind him and wrists locked together, his legs were also pinned to the legs of the chair, and something large was in his lap. With a groan and great reluctance he cracked his eyes open and lifted his head to look down.

    Octavian grinned up at him, casually spread between the arms of the chair and seated on Mibium’s lap. “Oh good! You’re back. I was starting to get worried there.” His voice was smooth and overly cheery as always. Despite his words, Mibium could tell he wasn’t worried at all. Mibium rolled his eyes and let his head fall back against the chair with a huff. “Aw, don’t be like that Bee.” Octavian all but cooed as he reached his gloved hand up to trace a finger under Mibium’s jaw and along his neck. Only stopping once he touched the edge of Mibium’s collar. A toothy grin spread across his face as he watched Mibium tense up in anticipation. He even stopped breathing. He leaned in close enough for Mibium to feel his breath against his throat. “Magnificent…” pure and utter reverence coated the word as it rolled off his tongue. He felt Mibium shudder underneath him as he placed a gentle kiss against his throat.

    But he let out a startled yelp as the angel under him growled, and suddenly lurched forward with as much force as he could muster. Knocking Octavian off balance and sending him tumbling to the floor with a thud. When he was able to pick himself up, he locked eyes with Mibium who looked more like a snarling, rabid animal than a man… Let alone an angel. Mibium’s teeth were bared and there was a fire in his eyes Octavian hadn’t seen in a while. “Don’t you fucking touch me you fucking bastard!” his voice was low and gravelly from disuse. As soon as he finished speaking he closed his eyes and braced himself as a high pitch ring emanated from his collar. A moment later electricity surged through him, and he locked his jaw to keep from yelling as his whole body screamed at him in pain. His muscles spasming as he writhed against the chair.

    Then just as suddenly the collar went silent again, leaving Mibium a shuddering, panting, twitching mess. When he was finally able to catch his breath a different sound filled his ears… He lifted his head to see Octavian smirking and slowly clapping his hands. “That was quite the show Bee! But-” he stopped clapping and leaned forward and cupped Mibium’s cheek. “At the end of the day, that’s all it is, isn’t it. A meaningless performance for my entertainment. So, I have to ask. Was it worth it? Do you feel better now?” 

    Mibium practically deflated. His shoulders slumped and he leaned into the softness of Octavian’s glove. He slowly shook his head and a tear rolled down his cheek. Octavian tsked with a slight frown, “There you go. That must have hurt quite a lot. I’ll take care of it for you. I always take care of you, don’t I? You’re so lucky to have someone as caring as me as your assignment.” He tilted Mibum’s face up and placed a kiss on his lips before letting go. Mibium let his head drop to his chest and the silent tears started streaming down his cheeks. He was so tired.    Octavian placed his hand in front of Mibium’s mouth, watching as he delicately bit the fabric on his gloved finger, just enough for him to pull it off with. He took it and tucked it into his pocket, before repeating the process for his other hand. Octavian grinned and ruffled Mibium’s hair gently, “Good boy.” He stood back up fully and walked around the chair, placing his hands on either of Mibium’s shoulders. He got to work massaging out the stiffness in his muscles. Relishing in the way his angel melted into his touch despite the outburst. “You’re so lucky Bee. You’ve been quite the handful from the very beginning. But I knew you could be so good. Just for me, hm? And now look… I think you’ve become my favorite little plaything.”

[unbloomingmoonflower]

acceptance.

A/N: Since I’m rewatching that season with the Orichalcos, I lowkey wanted to write out where Dartz has Hikari as a hostage to try and get her to turn against Yami.

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The lair resembled a shrine that spanned thousands of years. Hikari was able to discern that much, even with the light blue-haired man in front of her eyes, his heterochromatic eyes fixated eerily on her. In the chaos of her friends being separated, Hikari managed to get captured from Jounouchi and Honda. Now, she was face-to-face with the mastermind.

The one who held Yugi, their precious friend, hostage.

“You have a very deep bond with the Pharaoh, don’t you?” Dartz murmured, curling his fingers beneath Hikari’s chin to keep her dark eyes on him. Brows furrowing and a sound of disgust, Hikari jerked her head away from his grip.

“What is it to you? You’re trying to destroy this world,” she spat out. “And he’s going to stop you.”

A low, amused chuckle left the man as his hand lowered back to his side. “You have such strong faith in a dark-hearted king, my dear,” he told her. “You have been utterly deceived.”

Rage flared within Hikari, turning her gaze back to Dartz. “You don’t know anything about him!”

“Ah, but my dear girl, I’m afraid it is you who does not know him.” Dartz spread his arms in a grand gesture, as though unveiling some hidden knowledge of the universe itself. “He has no memory of his past--or his crimes. He was a wicked ruler who has brought his very kingdom to its knees--”

“You’re a liar!” The words were a choked scream from Hikari’s throat. Rage burned her body raw, her hands called into fists, fingernails digging into her palm. The idea of Yami being evil? The same Yami she knew, that her friends knew, and trusted? Yugi’s most closest friend? The two have already saved the world before. There’s no way!

Footsteps echoed as the mastermind drew closer, his countenance full of mocking concern. “Why, you’ve fallen in love with the Pharaoh, haven’t you, my dear? He’s lead your heart along so that you’ve no choice but to defend his actions,” he told her, his voice disgustingly, mockingly gentle. Hikari’s skin was crawling from the proximity of the man alone; his words were making bile rise in her throat. “I do not blame you. How could an innocent child know the true designs within someone’s heart? Especially when blinded by love?”

Hikari’s eyes shut tightly, lifting to clap her hands over her ears. “Stop it. I know what you’re doing!” she snapped. “I won’t hear anymore! You’re the evil one here, not Yami!”

“Do you truly believe so, my dear child? Your eyes are so clouded by your affections for him that you are blinding yourself to the truth. Perhaps...I shall show you.”

Eyes flying open at the weight of a hand atop of her head, pieces of a vision flashed through her mind. Everything felt so vivid, witnessing Dartz at what appeared to be significant points of the past--including Egypt, where Hikari could see--

Yami?

She could see him on horseback, riding past Dartz--but to where, she couldn’t figure out. Shaking her head once more, managing to get Dartz’s hand off of her head, Hikari recoiled back, keeping her hands closed over her ears. “You stop it,” she hissed venomously. “You won’t confuse me. You hear me? I don’t believe you!”

The laugh that echoed around her was mirthless, as though Dartz was relishing in his attempts in breaking her down. Was this his goal? To try and break her? To have her be seduced by the power of the Orichalcos like Mai had been? Like Haga and Ryuzaki? Dartz was trying to twist her inside out, to have her doubt her feelings for the Pharaoh that resided in Yugi’s Millennium Puzzle, to be hurt.

The madman couldn’t be right. He just couldn’t...

So lost was she in her own mind that Hikari didn’t notice the sinister smile upon Dartz’s lips, observing the ravenette’s struggle. The darkness I have sown is taking root...

Her heart was beginning to feel heavy, pain beginning to take root. Was she wrong? Did Hikari really not know Yami, after all this time at his side with their friends? Was she blinded by her feelings for him, like Dartz said?

Memories began to play within her mind; from the very day Hikari could see Yami’s silhouette when Yugi found her playing piano, to their more official introduction at Duelist Kingdom. Memories of when Hikari and Yami had spoken one on one, becoming close friends, to their friendship becoming intimate enough that they’ve held hands when the other needed reassurance.

That’s right... I promised him. I promised I’d have his back. That I’d help save Yugi.

Hikari lowered her hands from her ears, lifting her gaze to Dartz. The man looked almost smug, as though he had succeeded in breaking her down. How wrong he was if he thought he’d won. “You say that I’m being deceived by my feelings for the Pharaoh?” she muttered. “You tell me that Yami is evil while you stand here, collecting souls?”

Dartz expression changed right away as Hikari’s voice grew stronger, her hand clutching at her shirt, right over her heart. “His best friend is being held hostage here and his heart is absolutely shattered at his own actions, yet you stand here trying to paint him as a monster. You say he brought Egypt to his knees when he’s saved the world tenfold?”

Despite that her heart was trembling, Hikari boldly stepped forward, her fingers digging into the fabric of her shirt now. “He may not remember his past, but he’s nothing like you say! Everyone has a darkness in their hearts--I’m sure he has them too, that he’s trying to face. But you...” she grit her teeth, tourmaline irises glaring into Dartz’s eyes. “You’re trying to make me think Yami’s the villain when he’s the most caring, bravest person I know. My feelings for him are blinding me? No, they help me see things clearly!”

Dartz’s eyes widened as his lips twisted. Was his expression disgust? Anger? Hikari couldn’t tell, but she didn’t care. Her heart was pounding, the sound thundering in her ears. “I’ve accepted Yami. I’ve accepted his light and his darkness. Until he accepts himself fully, I’ll stand at his side. I’ll protect him with everything I have. You won’t win.”

“Then I will offer your soul to the Great Leviathan,” hissed Dartz, his expression turning into one of stone. “We will see how strong your protection of him is once he finds your soul sacrificed as well!”

So be it, then! Hikari braced herself, standing tall. Her feelings and her resolution would not be swayed by Dartz’s lies. She made a promise to Yami and she was going to keep it--even if it meant she’d lose her soul before her friends found Dartz’s hideout.

A strange, hidden strength inside of her heart seemed to have unlocked with her conviction. I’ll protect them. My friends...and my Pharaoh.

The light that could only belong to the power of the Orichalcos exuded from Dartz, the stone adorning his forehead glowing, as his hand stretched toward her. Hikari refused to flinch, refused to give Dartz the satisfaction to trying to drive her into fear, meeting this danger head on--just as he would.

A strange weightless sensation overcame Hikari and her senses, to where she could feel herself becoming drowsy. One final thought left her mind before her eyes fluttered closed and her body fell toward the floor...

You’ll free everyone, Yami. I know you will. Until then, stay strong.