#pov: you just want this rat of a man to be happy

[sonchus-arvensis]

izzy shippers having a wild week

[kissnpunch]

cinta 2 shows a never ending misery for q!roier.

this video shows two perspectives; what’s happening around q!roier and what’s happening on his mind. q!roier is in a limbo, at least that’s what i would say, where he goes around checking spots of the people he cares the most:

first his castle with all he did for bobby after his death, an statue and walls full of art, his favorite thing, of his first family; q!jaiden and bobby. then, in the place where he thought happiness maybe is possible for him; q!cellbit’s castle, discovering a new type of love, not platonic bit romantic and so deep with q!cell.

we have more places like q!vegetta’s tower, q!foolish’s dragon, leo’s room and q!jaiden’s house, and we confirm another thing; he feels alone, very place is empty and every person he loved is gone. in every family (family brown, familoier, familia guapita) a person is gone, for disappearance or death; his father, his husbands and his son.

that wouldn’t be enough suffering? he holds the remains of a betrayal, the first hope of a good life he wanted, after that everything got worse and worse.

in his sadness, he waits for q!cell, his relationship with him is more than husband but soulmates, q!roier wants to keep going, the illusion of his partner as a last chance, the connection between both maybe can help them to see each other, at least one last time.

now about this mf doied, is another twist, we know he works with cucurucho but not just for him… for a mystery man too? hombre misterioso is a character we saw in the happy pills arc, where q!cell was dealing with his guilt and sadnes, this man was teasing him with two facts; he knows him after a long time and he wants something, after that we didn’t get more information of him.

until now, theres a lot of questions:

⇒ what’s the position of hombre misterioso? doied didn’t doubt to obey him even when cucurucho warned the implication about changing his body. looks like hombre misterioso can play dumb with the federation because they don’t notice him.

⇒ what he wants? q!cellbit or q!roier? is weird his understanding of q!roier’s acquaintances, not just his husband but his twin brother, i don’t thing doied work with him but FOR him. at the end, hombre misterioso laughed, because the twin’s fate?

also, i think theses tapes are from a security office, they’re in the same time and that means everything is recording.

cinta 2 is a masterpiece because it shows the worse fate for q!roier, his body is now doied’s property instead of a rat, in the case someone reveals something is useless if they don’t have q!roier’s mind and body ready for the exchange. also, doied followed q!roier since the beginning, is really smart, he can play dumb everyone if he wants.

theres is a loooot going on with q!roier’s lore, i invite you to check his new video and check his povs today!

[stefanmikaleson1864]

3 Months

A/N: Requested by @courtney-reagan​

I really hope you enjoy this !!! 

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911 X Reader 

Can you do one where Bobby and Athena’s daughter is kidnapped from Daycare by someone trying to get back at Athena? 

Athena’s POV

3 months. 3 long months since the last time we truly left the house. It was safe there. It was where I could protect my family.

 But lately I was struggling a lot and spiralling. I was working this big case and it wasn’t just affecting me anymore.

This case was a drug trafficking case. Angelo Lupo was the headmaster behind it. One by one we were scooping up the fishes. Angelo didn’t like that though. He couldn't do business without them. 

One of the little fishes ratted me out. Told him who arrested him and they put a hit out on me Bobby ad the kids. Apparently, this Angelo man had a lot of connections we didn’t know about. 

 My family was involved now and seeing those two worlds collide was hard. I felt like it was all my fault. May and Harry were with their dad. He took them out of state so that was one problem you would think was off my plate. 

But it wasn’t i was always worried this son of a bitch would find them. Then I also had the problem that Bobby and Iris were still at home. Iris was me and Bobby’s daughter and she was only 5. I couldn’t ask Michael to take her to so she was home with us. 

I couldn’t eat and I couldn’t sleep. The constant anxiety was over me. Bobby kept telling me that i shouldn’t worry and that I needed to try and act normal for Iris. She could tell something was off and we didn’t want to keep her scared. 

I knew he was right but actually working on it was a lot harder than I ever thought. 

There wasn’t much activity going on this past month. Maybe something happened to the guy. Maybe he ran out of the state so he didn’t get caught. 

Today was a good day to put what Bobby was saying to the test. We both had work and there was no one to watch Iris.

I tried putting work off as long as I could. Hell we both did but we didn’t have any more time left. 

 Bobby told me to put her in day care that she would be fine. I was trying to trust him. 

Neither one of us could take more time of work. So i needed to put my trust in someone else to take care of Iris. 

I could tell she was also ready to leave the house to. It wasn’t fair to her either. She needed her friends back and it wasn’t good for her to be stuck up in the house. So we were getting her ready to go to day care.

She was excited and I was trying to be happy for her to. She was running all around the house signing and dancing and it felt like the old her was finally coming back to her old self. 

Bobby was packing her lunch and I was getting dressed for the day. 3 months was what i kept telling myself. 3 months sense any activity. Why would anything happen today.

“Let’s go mommy i’m ready” Iris yelled to me breaking me out of my thoughts. 

“You got this it’s all gonna be okay” I told myself in the mirror. 

I grabbed my stuff and headed on down. Iris was all dressed up and had her lunch box swinging in the air. Bobby was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. 

He was smiling up at me and damn that smile could always get you. I walked down the stairs and wrapped my arms around him. He pulled me closer and pulled me into a kiss. 

It broke when Iris yelled out

“Ew that’s gross let’s go” She said scrunching up her face. 

We broke apart and laughed and headed out the door. I was nervous but i didn’t wanna show it. I didn’t want to take away Iris being happy. 

Bobby drove the way down. Iris was smiling out the window and she looked adorable and it did make me feel better seeing her so happy.

The daycare was about 15 minutes away but it felt like it was a lot longer. Finally after a while we reached in and Iris just about flew out the car.

We stopped and all got out. 

“Hey baby wait up” I yelled out. 

“Ugh fine” Iris yelled back

She ran back to us and Bobby bent down to her hug her. She wrapped her little arms around her and hugged him back. 

“I love you baby have a good day” Bobby said. 

I walked over and bent down to meet her to. I placed my hand on her face and smiled up at her. 

“I love you to have a good day dad will get you after his shift” I said 

“I love you to mommy and okay” She said in her little voice. 

She hugged me and i hugged her back and have her a good squeeze. 

“Now go on your friends miss you” I said 

She ran off and i tried to keep my nerves calm. Bobby looked over at me and smiled 

“You did good” He said wrapping his arm around me and kissing the top of my head. 

“Yeah for now” I said back

We both got back into the car and Bobby was gonna drop me off at work. I was praying for a normal day. Not that those really exist anymore. 

I didn’t even realize that we had pulled up until Bobby had broken me out of my thoughts. 

“Babe you ready” He said 

“As ready as I’ll ever be” I said chuckling and then got out the car. 

Bobby got out with me and then walked over and gave me a hug. He kissed the top of my head. 

He let go and looked down at me and smiled

“Your going to do great now go in their and kick some ass.” Bobby said 

“Yes Captian” I said grabbing him by the waist and pulling him in for a kiss. 

We pulled apart and i grabbed my stuff. We said our I love you’s and I went into the office. 

I was meant with the usual sad and upset looks. Which was expected  honestly. I went to my station and sat my stuff down. I was on desk dusty pushing paper work. I tried to look on the positive of it but it was hard. 

A good couple of hours had passed and things weren’t getting better. I was bored everyone was being different towards me. 

I decided to step out and get some air. And as i was pulling out my phone to look at it the phone started ringing and my heart stopped beating when i saw it was Iris’s daycare. 

I hurried up and answered 

“This is Athena” I said 

“Athena Omg the police is on the way  we tried everything” Her teacher said on the other line. 

“What the hell is going on” I asked pure panic in my voice. 

“A man came in he had a gun he made us get into a room and I tried to grab Iris but he wouldn’t let me” She said all in one breathe 

“I’m on my way” was all i got out 

I ran back in and went to the desk sargent. I barely also got a breath out trying to explain what happened. 

“They took her” I said 

“They took my baby they took her. Get the damn swat and every officer you can to 34th and 6th st. It’s Angel Ark daycare” I said. 

I didn’t even hear him call in. I just ran out of the building and into a squad car. I turned the sirens on and i did 100 miles all the way down. 

It usually takes about 15 minutes i got there in 3. That’s how fast I was going. 

I stopped the car in the middle of the street and meant some other officers on the scene. 

“Do we know anything” I asked. 

“Were searching the cameras trying to see something sergeant.” One officer said. 

“Try harder” I said walking away. 

I walked over to her teacher who was with some kids trying to calm them down.

“What happened” I asked 

“A man came in he had gun he shot a warning shot in the air and he made us all get into a room. And then he grabbed Iris and kept the gun on us” She said in tears. 

“Thank you” I said touching her arm. 

I was on my way in when Bobby cut me off 

“Athena what the hell is going on” He said 

Panic and worry all over his face. 

“They took Bobby they took her” was all I could get out.

“What who” He asked 

“Who do you think” I said 

“What are we gonna do” Bobby asked 

“Were gonna get her back he just got her he couldn’t have gotten far we closed down the area and were gonna have search times on the ground” I said 

“I can take the truck out we can look you know keep an eye out” Bobby said 

I knew he couldn’t just sit there. I mean what parent could 

“Yeah that’s a great idea go” I said 

I looked over at Hen who had a worried look on her face and i gave her a nod telling her to look out for him. 

I walked into the day care. I don’t know what I was hoping to find but anything would be something. I looked around the scene and there wasn’t much there. 

I decided to go to the cameras and see it for myself. I could feel my tight clenching and my palms sweating. 

I walked into the office and sat down. I took a deep breath and pulled up the footage. I fast-forwarded to the time it had all happened. 

My poor Iris her face looked so scared. It broke my heart so bad. But the man he had a limp and he had on a red bracelet. He looked familiar and I was trying to place it. 

I kept re winding and then playing it again. Hoping to see if something anything would. 

Then finally after the 100th time it hit me. Like a bomb went off in my head. 

“It was him Angelo Lupo” He was a part of the team I took down he was close with his boss. 

I knew the hell these people weren’t done. But I also knew that they kept a stash house close by here. 

I was hoping this dumb ass was stupid enough to take her there. It was a place that was familiar and that he knew. 

I pulled out my phone and called Bobby

“4876 Glendale ave check there bust every damn door they have” I said 

“On it” was all he got out. 

I ran out after them and got back into my squad car. I sped all the way down there sirens blasting. 

I pulled up the house the same time as the 118 did. Me and Bobby both ran out and up the house. He kicked the door down and we kept quiet. He went up the stairs and I was checking the down stairs. 

The upstairs was clear and I crept down the basement. My heart was beating fast and I could feel the anxiety growing closer. 

I walked down the stairs slowly. I made it to the bottom and I saw her. My baby girl was laying on the floor. Her little hand was tapped to the pipe and it looked like she was sleeping. 

I walked around the corner slowly and Angelo was sitting on the chair on his phone Dumb Bastard. Out of all things he was watching Tik Tok videos. He had no idea what was waiting for him. 

I slowly walked over to him and cocked my gun on him. 

He looked up and he was hella shocked. 

“Your under arrest you sick son of a bitch” I took the gun and pistol whipped him in the head. He dropped his head and was unconscious. I took out my handcuffs and took his arms and arrested him. 

“Bobby i got her” I yelled out. 

A few moments later he ran down and ran over to her. I ran over to and Bobby checked her pulse. She’s fine it’s good. 

Then he pulled out a knife and freed her little hand. We then pulled her into a group hug and smothered her with kisses. 

Bobby then picked her up and carried out her out the house. Hen and Chim were waiting by with the stretcher. 

“Were take care of her I promise” Hen said. 

“I know” I said 

I held her hand and followed them in the back. I walked into the back of the ambulance. Chim had on full sirens. 

Hen worked on put a IV on her and was giving her some medications I knew nothing about. I just kept my eyes on Iris. Thinking if i looked away she would disappear. 

We made it to the hospital in no time. When we rolled up the doctors and Nurses were waiting for us.

I didn’t want them to let her go but I also knew they had their work to do. Me and the rest of the 118 gathered in the waiting room. 

I couldn’t sit still and neither could Bobby. I couldn’t believe my worst fear had become true. I never should have left her. 

Bobby looked like he was reading my mind. He got up and walked over to me and grabbed my hands. 

“There was nothing you could have done” He said 

“We could have stayed home”I said 

“What for the rest of our lives and look she’s gonna be fine and now you got that sick son a bitch and it’s over” He said. 

“We don’t know she’s okay he could have drugged her with god knows what” I said

“Yeah well I can’t think like that right now our little girl needs us and she needs us to be strong” Bobby said 

I knew he was right. I knew my baby girl needed me to be strong. I just didn’t know how to do it. 

Bobby grabbed my hand and pulled me into sitting down. I sat in the middle between him and Hen and they both grabbed my hand. 

It made me feel a little calmer feeling their touch. 

A little bit later one of the Dr’s came in and we all jumped up when we saw her. 

“She’s fine her toxic screen came back negative and all her labs came back normal. Which is good she probably just had a paniac attack she got scared and it made her tired.” The DR said 

When she said that I felt my knees get weak and a wave of relief washed all over me. Bobby grabbed me up and I looked up at him. He looked down at me and he was smiling hard. 

Everyone was cheering and hugging each other after they heard the news. 

“See I told you she was gonna be okay” Bobby said 

“Can we see her” I asked 

“Of course follow me” The Dr said. 

We got up and followed her down the hallway. I was getting anxious all over away but in a good way. 

We finally made it and when i walked in my baby was sitting and smiling watching tv. Of course she was happy she always was. 

“When can we take her home” Bobby asked. 

“I want to keep her until tomorrow just to make sure she is okay” The dr said. 

“Okay thank you” I said 

We walked over to her and Iris nearly jumped out the bed when she saw us. 

“Mommy and Daddy I missed you” Iris said 

“We missed you to baby” I said

“Me to love bug” bobby said 

We both leaned in and gave her a big hug

“You guys are hurting me” Iris yelled. 

“Sorry” We both said.

Apparently it was to big of a hug. 

Iris grabbed my hand and and she looked up at me 

“Is the bad guy gone” Iris asked 

“He is not coming back ever Mommy took care of him” I said 

“Good” was all she said. 

Then the whole 118 piled in after that and they were all hugging on her and showering her with gifts. Buck even brought a whole ballon Bouquet. Which Iris ate up she was in heaven. 

Everyone was here and Everyone was going to be okay I told myself. 

3 Months Later 

3 Months had passed and Iris was adjusting okay. She had the nightmares and the nights she was sleeping with us. Which was to be expected. We got her a therapist to help her process everything. 

 May and Harry were back home and it felt complete. Being all together again made me feel complete. 

Angelo was arraigned and took a plea thank god. I was glad because Iris didn’t have to go through it all over again. 

I stayed home to help everyone adjust to what had happened. I was working on going back to work to soon. 

Knowing he was put away did take a lot of my plate. And I was anxious to get back out on the field. Everyone told me where it was i belonged and I knew they were right. 

All i could keep thinking though was how 3 months could change everything, But I knew together as a family we could face anything and everything.

[seriouslysam8]

It's kinda Sad that some Snape haters doesn't see all the facts and accuse him of things that he didn't do or know.

I mean it"s clear, in book 3, that Snape fully believed that Sirius WAS the secret keeper and that he betrayed James and Lily. He thinks that Sirius is partly resposible of Lily's death. He didn't KNOW that it was Peter. Or he would have told Dumbledore, even after the events.

He hates Sirius, right but he would prioritize finding the real culprit. For his pov, at this moment Sirius and Lupin WERE suspicious and Lupin didn't have took his potion (and it could put Harry and the two others in danger).

The same persons find 100 excuses to Lupin for NOT have told Dumbledore that Sirius was a animagus even when he thought he was the culprit, and if Sirius HAD been the culprit, Harry could have been in danger. \_(:/)_/ Good thing that Sirius WAS innocent.

I love Sirius and Lupin, but seriously Remus has made so many mistakes this night.

Both Snape and Remus were wrong. One didn't have all the infos + had something "suspicious" under his yes + was angry and the other didn't take his potion and was bad to explain things. "look at the rat" hello Remus? Snape doesn"t KNOW that Peter is a animagus.

But yeah Snape is worse when he's angry. Sirius push all his boutton everything they see each other. We can't leave them in the same location or blood will be everywhere XD (but maybe they would finally speak as adults and put all the venom out?)

I can’t tell if you’re criticizing my views on Snape or not. I mean, I do hate Snape with a passion. I do not hide that at all.

But you know what? Part of the fun of fandom is that you can have your own opinions and nobody should hate on you having an opinion. I’ve received hate for having an opinion on a character or a ship. It’s rather silly in my mind. If you don’t like my views, block me and don’t read me. I promise I will never seek out people whose opinions I don’t agree with and trash them. I have better things to do with my time. You do you and I do me.

But I do think Snape is a shitty ass human being. He bullies kids he has authority over. He is an absolute jerk to Harry because he dares look like his dead dad he can’t remember. He cannot get over childhood judges. While I agree with you on some points, I disagree with you on others. Even if Snape knew Peter was the real culprit, I don’t think he would have told anyone. He would have been happy to let Sirius rot in Azkaban. Being innocent would probably just tickle his fancy. This is the man who had no problem if an innocent child died as long as his ex-best friend who he has a very creepy obsession over lives. His morals are very questionable.

By contrast, I think there’s plenty of people who are willing to criticize Remus for a lot of things too. I’ve seen people downright hate Remus. I don’t hate Remus. I just want him to be better. But Remus can be a shitty ass human being too at times.

As for Sirius, well, okay, I have an unreasonable soft spot for him and that man can do no wrong in my eyes. I just adore him. And I sympathize with him on a personal level. So, yeah, even the shitty stuff Sirius does I can’t help but love. 😂😂😂 I have a problem, don’t I? There has to be some twisted psychology behind that.

But my point is, not everyone has to agree. I don’t think we should judge people based on their views or their how much they like or dislike a fictional character. I relate to Sirius in a lot of ways because of my own shitty childhood so I hold him on this pedestal. The same with Harry. I relate to him on a personal level so he’s just my cute little cabbage. Meanwhile, characters like Snape make my skin crawl because I can’t understand any adult bullying a child. And I say that as someone who was a child and bullied by my own mother. So that alone turns me off immediately to his character and negates anything good he does. Because I can’t help but see him as a shitty ass person who never grew up.

So instead of thinking people are “sad” or “toxic” or “stupid,” (I’m being general here because I’ve been called these things for having a fucking opinion that someone else doesn’t agree with) it’s best not to judge anyone. You have no idea why they relate to certain characters or why certain characters turn them off. You have no idea what characters are their comfort characters or what characters trigger them. While I make my opinions known on my own page about how I feel, I don’t expect everyone to agree with me. I don’t go to other people’s pages or stories and leave them hate.

[party-9]

Yandere prince x destined for another reader

Imagine the crown prince of your continent, a childhood friend of yours, absolutely upset that the prophet destined you to the grand Duke's son, prophesied to be the hero.

Disclaimer: MDNI, yandere stuff, angst, mayor character death, not a happy ending.

Prince's POV

This day was like every other day with my sweet and charming friend, they were so radiant that even Forest critters stare at them in awe, they have been introduced to me, as part of the treaty between the royal family and the temple, and even if I didn't exactly like them at first, I've grown fond of them after experiencing their neverending kindness.

Reader: Today is a very special day, my future spouse will be prophesied, and whoever that is, will save the kingdom from monsters lurking at the black forest.

Prince: Oh that's wonderful to hear bunny

Oh~ I was extatic, besides having them as a spouse, I'll be the hero of my country, making my rule safe from any competition.

We both prepared, they wore a baby blue tunic, dressed in gold to the ceremony and I wore my best robes, very confident that I'll be the object of the prophesy.

There we stood in front of the prophet, and I assured my bunny that their spouse will never mistreat then, quite sure I never will and just as everyone was in position and I waited to hear my name called to be my bunny's spouse...Another name is called, what? How is this possible?

Me and bunny are meant to be together, I don't wanna see them with that damn brat! Apparently, my future spouse was destined to the Grand Duke's heir? Who does he THINK he is, my bunny is mine and MINE ALONE !!!

My bunny turned to look at him, seemingly happy with the news(because that bastard was quite attractive) and after seeing them so exited, I could hardly contain my rage!

But I didn't wanted to rain on their parade, so I masked my emotions the best I could and I congratulated then half heartlely...

Afterwards things changed, I thought I could deal with the situation, even if it hurt me deeply, but my bunny enjoyed? Spending time with that rat, si much so that they didn't visit me as much as before and when they did... When they did they talked about how happy they felt for their outcome! Ahh!

Don't they realize we were meant to be together!!? That prophet must have brainwashed them after I left to control my rage!

I felt a pang in my heart, and the whole intention to separate that bastard from my darling bunny! Fortunately, as the crown prince, I've been trained to control my emotions, and that I did, for years, while MY bunny growed closer to that cry baby of a man, each day, the darkness in my heart growing, seeing them get further and further away from me.

It got to a breaking point after the beast started to raid villages under our protection, all while the supposed "hero" was still under training, all he has done is robbing me of my bunny apparently! Not even doing what he was destined to do. My bunny advised me to have faith in their spouse, that they are the destined hero, but I just couldn't bear it anymore, and that night, I had a strange dream...

I knew it was a dream, since I couldn't hear see anything other than darkness, and from the darkness I felt a voice talking to me.

Mysterious voice: Oh my~ ain't your story so sad~ Your "future spouse" taken from you by a useless child~.

I gripped my sword and called

Prince: Who are you!? Show yourself !!

As I started in disbelief as the black fog turned into a tall androgynous individual, with heeled boots, as well as a tail and horns.

Mysterious voice: Your people tend to call me demon lord~ But you'll call me "My lord" after going under my command ~

Prince: I don't care what you offer, I'll never let you ruin my country and my people!

Demon lord: Oh I don't wanna ruin anything ~ I'll just rule over you as I see fit and... Well that's a shame~

Prince: What is?

Demon lord: Without my help, your darling "bunny" will never look your way~ can you honestly tell me you'll forget about them and peacefully let another person take them~?

Prince: What?

Demon lord: You have me~

Prince:I... Of course not!! But what choose do I have!?

Demon lord: I'll make them be bound to you~ what's a prophesy in front of my power~

Prince:...What are your conditions to give my bunny back to me?

Demon lord: Oh just ten years of your live~ I'll take controll of your body for ten years and then I'll give it back to you, with your darling being bound to you~ how about it~?

Prince: As long as you promise not to kill my people indiscriminately, I accept

Demon lord:Sure thing, now~ I'll see you in ten years.

Time skip~

I awoke, with my darling bunny at my feet, a bit confused, but happy to see them by my side

Prince:Bunny~! Can you give me a resumen of the last ten years?

I wasn't scared of the consequences, whatever that demon lord had done, was useful to bring my bunny to my side, but bunny ... Avoided my gaze and began to do as I asked, giving me a rundown of the last ten years.

My country was in a dire situation, full of famine and infections, as my stopping of the wall building, allowed more monsters to get in, their spouse completely exhausted from all the monster killing due to my legislation, instituted after I was crowned king, their marriage was broken after 9 years without a heir, and I snatched them for myself under imperial law, my people hated me, and the court was full of corruption.

I knew the demon lord would allow monsters to be rampant, but it's nothing I can't change on the future, the thing that worried me the most, was that my darling didn't look at me anymore, and when I asked them why, they responded they are tired, so I let them go rest, can't have them tired and working hard, that's my responsibility.

After my darling went to the bedroom, I took care of some paperwork and went to the Kings bedroom, now considered mine and I saw my darling...with their wrist slit!

I wailled into the sky and blamed myself!

Whatever that demon had done, it was I that put my beloved and my people in danger by accepting his temptation, if I could go back I would!!!!

Later, after assigning a capable court member as my stand in, I began looking for ways to get my bunny back, going to dark magicians and spending a lot of the Treasury, when everything failed, I gave in to alcohol, while the country situation was getting worse and worse with no one to lead, finally after a coup d'etat leadered by the hero, I was buried alive, right next to my darling fortunately, while the hero was expected to pick up my mess, I didn't care, as I spent as much time as I could with my darling, before succumbing to asphyxiation after the air ran out, I just wished I hadn't been so selfish, so my darling bunny and everyone else could have lived better lived... So that my darling wouldn't have to left in such a gruesome manner, thanks to my actions, I wished and wished, but as if disgusted, my goddess never answered and the demon lord didn't either, probably amused at my reaction, I withered like that, after taking everything from my bunny, long after they had decomposed, since I was a coward and couldn't follow then right away after their death.

[tranakin-skywalker]

Oh! Since you're very good at fic recs (I enjoyed the ones I've read!), do you have any suggestions for post-O66/no-O66/O66-happens-differently where Anakin goes to rehab (also known as gets the darkside slapped tf out of him)? Thanks in advance!

Hmm, I don't think I've ever read a fic wherein Anakin gets professional help for his myriad of issues. Looked through my bookmarks and found some where he does work through his trauma and straightens out that rat-on-a-wheel he calls a brain, though:

This was no time for sadness. The war had ended; the darkness had lost. A new life was being born, right here and now, in the ashes of the old one. alternatively: after their relationship is made public, Anakin and Padmé try to re-discover their happy ending on Naboo

One where Anakin kills Palpatine rather than join him, and has to figure out his life from there, all written from Sola's POV

Anakin Falls…Then stops, thinks, gets mad, and saves the galaxy. But that doesn’t mean he’s out of hot water just yet. Or; Following Palpatine’s assassination, Anakin and Padmé hide out on Naboo to fix their marriage and prepare for parenthood, while the Order hunts for the Fallen Jedi, and Obi-Wan angsts over the fate of his former padawan. Or; Yet Another Schmoopy “Everyone Lives” AU that literally no one asked for; in which the most Our Heroes have to contend with are Decades of Emotional Baggage, Overreaching Monks, Unrequited Love, and Colicky Infants. But who’s to say none of that isn’t just as terrifying as a megalomaniacal despot?

this one's in a similar vein to now i want my letters white again

What could be called but isn’t death, or Leia Organa doesn't kill the man formerly known as Anakin Skywalker

A time traveling Leia saves extra crispy Anakin post-Mustafar and bullies him into being a better person

Realizing I need to find more Anakin goes to therapy fics lmao. If anyone has any recs, I'd greatly appreciate it!

[euphoniouspandemonium]

TELL ME ABT ROCHE LIMIT LIKE WHATS GOIN ON WHOS OUR CAST I'm so curious 👁👁

Teeheee thank you for the ask !!!!!!!!!!

Roche Limit follows a (gay) (trans) guy named Halcyon in what is vaguely-not-vaguely the 1980s. His mental health state is horrible, he's struggling financially, he's recently dropped out of college and broken up with his boyfriend Abby (who by the way is his roommate), he's picking up very unhealthy habits (smoking and drinking. Oops!). The plot sets off when he reunites with his ex boyfriend Gabriel, who tasks him with killing an angel in exchange for ????. For Reasons. So Halcyon runs away to California with Gabriel to do that. Terrible decision. Soooo anyway he spectacularly fails at killing the angel and it possesses him ! His blood is like a pale colour and it glows now. And it's kind of a drug if consumed. Also his blood vessels glow. His eyes glow in the dark too. AND he's in constant pain because of the angel. Literally everyone wants to harm him. And he has to get an exorcism before someone succeeds in doing so. He's literally dissociating throughout the entire novella(?). Fun! The angel is a cutie btw. Literally the only valid character.

The main cast consists of Halcyon, Abby, Gabriel, the angel and two other characters I don't really know anything about (except that one of them is kind of literally Joan of Arc). A thing very much worth mentioning is that I've had Abby and Halcyon for like. Almost three years. But I technically abandoned them over a year ago and I've missed them sm and I'm so so happy to finally be writing in Halcyon's POV again.

Halcyon is my most special horrid pathetic little wet rat of a man. He's really cynical and bitter and angry at the world. He's incredibly self destructive and miserable and full of self loathing. Whenever someone tries to help him he pushes then away and becomes 10 times worse (relatable). He thinks he's SOOO fucked up but he's actually just a little guy. Also he's a punk and an artist. Also also he's half Korean. And he is EVERYTHING to me and I want to put him in my mouth. As you can see I am very normal about him.

Abby is my other pathetic little man. He's really gentle and romantic and soft, but like. He's also kind of manipulative and kind of shitty???? But it's okay because he too is everything to me and I adore him. He's also really self destructive but in different ways. Anyway, he really cares about Halcyon and REALLY tries to help him in every possible way but snaps under the stress that that causes him and ends up hurting Halcyon instead. He's bi and trans and his spirit animal would be a sewer rat wearing a cute little coat. I have like, several other ideas and WIPs in his POV because he fascinates me.

Gabriel is my slutty little bitch !!!!!!!!! I actually don't know much about him *yet* but what I do know is that he never shows any emotion other than Smirking Flirty Asshole and he wears sunglasses and suits even when he Really does not need to. Whore behaviour. He's also like. Really charismatic. And gay. And um . well, attractive. And very protective of the few people he actually cares about. I love him. If I met him irl I'd punch him in the face.

The little angel guy is just. A darling. It's very confused about everything that's happening and knows it's hurting Halcyon and Does Not Want to hurt him. So it tries to comfort him and protect him !!!!!!!! It is everything to me !!!! I say that a lot .

I could talk about these fucked up little guys forever but this post would be longer than War And Peace so we're ending it there <3 thanks for asking, again!!

[tossawary]

Happy November, everyone! And a belated Happy Halloween! I think that I’m going to keep this icon around for at least another month, because I like it.

Life for me has been busy, busy, busy, as ever! It’s all good stuff, there’s just a lot of it, so I can’t go quite as bananas over SVSSS. I want to say thank you again to everyone who continues to enjoy and show some love for the things I share here, both the fics and the silly little posts here. (NO, TUMBLR, I still don’t want to Blaze my Moshang posts, THANK YOU.)  Thank you for the comments, the replies, the likes and kudos, the asks, and everything else! I carry them with me through the day. I’m replying to them when I can.

We’re slowly coming up on the end of 2022, but there’s still some exciting fic stuff left! I’m in the middle of posting “love to the ones I’ve never met”, which is a dimension travel crossover between SVSSS and “pride is not the word I’m looking for” that I have been so happy to finally be sharing! There are still 7 chapters left in Luo Jiahui’s quest to get home again! And the SVSSS Shang Qinghua POV chapter that I’m going to be posting tomorrow night shows this horrible little rat man at his best!

(And I just wrapped up writing another SVSSS fic that challenged me to bring my best non-canon rarepair game. Any guesses who?)

I won’t be participating in NaNoWriMo or anything this year. Having done it a few times in the past, with good to okay experiences, if anyone reading this is feeling guilty about not participating or not being able to complete it in the past, I just want to say that it’s fine not to do it. And it’s fine to give it a go and then flame out! November is often a hectic month in my house; trying to write when you’re feeling burnt out can be like trying to walk on a broken leg. Writing or trying to write shouldn’t make you feel bad.

I personally try to write at least 200 words a day every day when I have projects going throughout the year, but I sometimes just don’t write at all. I just chill. I personally recommend starting out trying to write 100 words a day for a week or something. Little achievable chunks that I don’t have to perfect on the first try! You have to train when you want to run a marathon!

That said, if you do take up any challenges like NaNoWriMo, good luck! Have fun! May the universe arrange itself to give you the time, energy, and inspiration to tackle your labors of love! <3

[storiesofsvu]

law and order thoughts/spoilers

as usual, they're out of order thanks to citytv airing them weird, but OC/og/svu, here we go!

HATE that city tv airs these out of order. I would love to see SVU at the same time as everyone else for fucking once.

We stan a bad bitch wife. Even if she is the real villain. And this seems to be the theme of OC. But also why is this bitch’s hair always GEL SLICKED down like this?? -- WAS THAT A GAY THOUGHT?! OMG—

OKAY NOT THIS BITCH. THE DR WHO HARVESTED ORGANS WITHOUT PARENTAL CONSENT!?!!? Fuck…get your extra’s straight PLEASE

Okay. I GET Denise’s pov when it comes to this shit, ESP with Ayanna missing handoff time for what I’m guessing is not the first time post split. But like, why must we bury our gays yet again. Why can’t we just have a fucking happy lgbt relationship SOMEWHERE on one of these shows???

“two people aren’t that close for that long and never sleep together.” Stabler: “you sure about that?”

LOOOOOOLLLLLLL as much as I don’t want EO together at this point, I do love all the little easter eggs that they toss into the shows this season

Ayanna really not fucking around with these rats and girl… I fucking feel you

Course she lied to the police, saw that one coming. Like, this bitch is not dumb, she clearly would’ve dumped the phone and is going to help this guy, like, come on guys…

This bitch is gonna be dead before you get to the Canadian border…

OH SHIT. THIS I DID NOT SEE COMING. Shiiiiitttttt

I’m way more invested in this than I thought I would be. As usual, I think it’s because of Ayanna

Bruh, she’s better at de-escalation than olivia is, I said it.

This man is a CHILD. Like…a CHILD. I’m over him being the main villain of this season I’m over him, please let this only last half a season PLEASE.

I was JUST about to say “man, I think I liked this ep so much because there was so little Stabler” and then he goes and rage punches a mirror in a public bar bathroom. Bruh. You better be paying for that….

**

Mothership time!

Okay… wait… the girl Nolan was with… I could SWEAR that’s kat’s cousin/sister/whatever….but shit aint up on imbd yet so someone remind me to look this up later.

Also…did we *really* need t have two vicious subway attacks two weeks in a row guys??

Also also….sir… you are not a cop..you do not have a weapon…why are you running *toward* the shooting.

Great acting though dude, props to the shaky hands looking legit.

Cosgrove: where the hell did he go? Bruh… you’re asking that like you were in hot pursuit… he’s LONG GONE

 All they need to do to prove this wasn’t the shooter is run a quick gsr test… like…stop pushing that angle and work the other ones.

ROSSI??!! Jfc… lololol

Okay I’m 99% sure lacey’s mom was a vic on svu….like I get it, there are only so many actors, esp for extras and in nyc but like…cmon.. lololol (sidebar: I need imdb to update pls) (update: its not lol)

I bet that they didn’t tell the mom that kate knows sign and all of this could be thrown out by a lawyer later on, though they could claim its just lip reading but like, she did invoke and a good attorney would throw hands over this. (even if they’re not associated…I cant remember the proper word rn lol)

ACCOMPLIASE! THAT’S THE WORD!

Listen… I just don’t like jack mccoy. I don’t know why. And it’s more him in the new season, didn’t mind him in the earlier svu eps (minus him threatening casey’s licence multiple times but at least Donnelly had her back)

God Sam’s so fucking hot. I may need to rewatch the last season so I can accurately start writing for her… and that RED. PLEASE!?!

Okay Nolan and this other attorney defs fucked/dated in the past. There’s no questioning it

TAKING THE JURY ON THE TRAIN!?? Well…never seen this shit before…(I wasn’t paying attention prior to the train so like, if that was some weird imagine thing, pardon me lol) but like DAMN.

I need to have a couple of eps without Nolan. I want to see Sam take first chair or a solo case.

Yeah they definitely dated…

Okay that episode was heavy.. if you’re going to watch, be known that it could defs be triggering, both the opening segment, the main living victim’s testimony and the jury on the crime scene train was all a LOT

**

SVU fucking finally. Bring me my babies please!!

Therapy! Thank fucking god! I mean, she’d obvi have to be post shooting, but like, still. Thank fuck

Okay this amanda does seem like more early season amanda, like, the defensiveness, the closed off, please don’t be that closed off with your friends or carisi pls.

But also like, fuck. How hard it must be to deal with what happened when you’re at home with the girls when you can’t pick either of them up because there’s a hole in your stomach….

“we bring HOME” ???!!!! SO THEY LIVE TOGETHER NOW, RIGHT!?? UGH. THE CUTENESS. I ADORE PAPA CARISI

Okay I cant decide if amanda would be all over this case because of her obsession with social media/reality tv and the like, or if she would just roll her eyes at the way the girl was acting because she’s done that shit in the past like with… skye…I cant remember her real name but when the vics don’t see themselves as vics or want help amanda usually shoves them away

“she’s a millennial, they’re entitled” OUCH OLIVIA, OUCH.

YES!! MUNCY! YES!! I LOOVE when they bring in actors reality’s into their characters (and molly’s a huge sports fan)

Yeah right, “my daughter’s a huge fan” amanda?! Please. It’s you.

Girl…if you wanted to not be followed and not stand out why tf are you wearing a BRIGHT pink hoodie??

Liv looking *fire* thank god this season did her so much better

Ugh COUCH CUDDLES GOD LORD HEY ARE FEEDIN US WELL

Would have been made 10000 times better IF she was wearing the Fordham hoodie

Oh jesus fucking christ. I stand by what I said earlier; amanda could never have been coping through this without having someone else helping her with the kids cause she is not okay…

That ring is not gorgeous. It looks like a cheap ass plastic kids toy ring

This case is giving me major Spousal Privilege vibes.

Okay that *is* Tensley Addams mom…

HAAAAA!! I KNEW THE WARDROBE ADVICE WAS COMING lololol. Like, nick got told to shave INSTANTLY, this girls been walking around in jeans and baggy hoodies for way too long now.

Okay, I know this is “based” off the depp/heard case, and honestly, I’m (so far) super happy with the way they’ve done it. It could’ve been a LOT more obvious and this is like, the right way of taking “ripped from the headlines” and making it into a plot bunny for an actual episode.

Im sorry… THAT’S austin’s lawyer?!?! The so called “most expensive, best lawyer in the city?” ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? No.. absolutely not. (and this isn’t even me being salty about rita not being around…this is just be thinking there’s no way she’s the best he could get…) (and no offence to her, it’s the costuming choice in her first scene…bruh…no..) (arraignment outfit much better)

YES!! YES!! THEY LIVE TOGETHER!!! (also there was so definitely more to that office scene and they cut it… FUCK)

Theres something going on with the red pants in the gallery, theres too many of them to it not be a thing…

 Okay, I was right for the red pants

She can’t close the courtroom??? Seriously?? I thought that was a thing? And was honestly already wondering why the gallery wasn’t cleared.

Eeeeecckkk I know carisi is doing exactly what he needs to for court, but like…that argument would be something that would directly affect and hurt amanda, esp the state she’s in rn. Thankfully, I don’t see her in the courtroom so at least she wasn’t witness to that…

THAT ROLIVIA SCENE OH MY GOD PERFECTION

So…the girl asks for a back exit from the precinct cause she think papp’s followed her, but she walks out the front stairs of the courthouse post verdict???

How tall is this kid!?? Like he’s bigger than carisi?!

Okay, we were fed WELL tonight besties. I am so thankful to finally see amanda realizing what her issues are and dealing with them while having the full support of her (presumably) closest friend liv and her love, like, this is healing, this is growth and progress. Do I hate that she’s going to leave in a few eps? Absolutely. But this is so much better than the past.

This week had yet another great episode.

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

new fic up on ao3!

if you've been asking for izzy hands content, a gift has come for you 🎁

in this latest installment in ROMANTICIZE A QUIET LIFE (aka an everlasting summer au), izzy watches after the kids for a day, and also reflects on his life and who he has become :')

so, another request i got bunches of times is to see more uncle izzy content!! i wrote the comments down and then the other day i got this idea, and then today i sat down and wrote this fic in a stoned haze. i wanted to explore the individual kids' personalities more also which was fun to do from the lens of someone who isn't their parent!! i had fun writing this!! also it's so fun to do a POV from the rat man. i love softening him up and i loved slathering him in kids for this fic. 'tis the season always for more kid fic

thank you for continuing to read this with me!!!!!! i truly love this series so much and it makes me so so happy that others do too 💖💖💖 i recognize your usernames and i love your comments and your support means everything!!! thank you for being on this ride with me, i love adding to this silly indulgent little (giant) series (instead of working on any of my wips) 💖💖

okay without any further adieu! here's more in the universe!!

read 'only just beginning' now over on ao3!!

[ay44t]

pov: eloise after the pall mall closing scene in bridgerton 2x08

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Eloise had spent the entire pall mall game observing her brother Anthony’s newfound personality. The last time she had seen him this content was when she was only five years of age. Anthony would swing her up on his shoulders and play with her endlessly, that is until her father Edmund bridgerton passed away, and he was too busy to ever even speak to her. Though she didn’t mind it too much, she was much closer with her brother, Benedict who was of course her favorite sibling. Unfortunately, even Benedict couldn’t make Anthony smile as Kate had done in these past few months – they were both curious. But while Benedict understood that Anthony had just fallen in-love, Eloise knew there had to be more to it. 

As Kate and Anthony clung to one another as they walked inside to their bedroom, Eloise tapped Kate on the shoulder requesting to speak to her. With a wide smile across her face, Kate sent Anthony to go walk Newton with Gregory and Hyancith, and took Eloise by the hand. Eloise had never met someone as interesting as Kate. Kate Sharma, now Kate Bridgerton, was everything Eloise dreamt of being: strong-willed, determined, obstinate, gentle, happy. Kate was her role-model and really, the only person who could help Eloise is a difficult time like this, and perhaps she would spill her secrets of how she was able to change a stubborn rake like Anthony Bridgerton.

The two sister’s sat in the sunlight, sipping tea as they started a discussion.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Kate began, her mind fully wrapped around whatever it was that Eloise wanted to discuss.

Eloise thought about what she even wanted from Kate at this moment, could she tell her everything that had been going on between her and Penelope? Or about the guy she had possible fallen in-love with? There was so much to tell her but what if Kate wasn’t the one who she could trust?

“Colin had told me that you and Penelope haven’t spoken in a while,” Kate said, interrupting her thoughts, “Are you two alright?” 

Eloise took a deep breath before speaking,

“Well, that is sort of what I wanted to speak about,” Eloise replied, “But you must promise not to tell anyone, not even Anthony.”

“There are no secrets between us, but if you wish for me not to tell him, I won’t.” she said, with a wink, reassuring Eloise.

Eloise sipped her warm tea as she was about to tell Kate something that she wouldn’t have ever dreamt of saying outloud.

“I know who Lady Whistledown is.” she said calmly with excitement in her eyes.

Kate nearly spit our her tea as she looked at Eloise, shocked.

“Eloise, I thought you had ended your hunt for Whisledown after last seasons.. events.” Kate said worriedly.

“Of course I did, and I didn’t even want to believe it myself when I had found out who it was,” Eloise replied.

“Well, who is it?”

“Penelope Featherington,” Eloise said with a gloomy look.

Kate sighed, “and this is the reason the two of you are not speaking, I presume”

Eloise nodded slowly as the viscountess looked at her with a confused look, would Kate know what to do?

“Eloise, tell me, are you going to tell anyone your best friends secret,” Kate asked

“My best friends secret which I did not even know until I figured it out, and no I was not planning to tell anyone but the queen of England who currently despises my presence.” 

“You’re going to rat out your friend to her Majesty?” Kate said shocked, “that doesn’t sound like you.”

“It isn’t like me, except Penelope didn’t just harm the Ton with her silly gossip sheet, she broke my relationship with a man I truly cared for.” Eloise suddenly gasped as she realized that she said too much.

“Forget about that,” she quickly says, “I won’t rat Pen out, I was just feeling.. rebellious, now I really do have another book to finish reading so if you’ll excuse me,” Kate, with wide and interested eyes, is suddenly intrigued in this mysterious man Eloise has been seeing secretively.

“Theo Sharpe?” Kate said, “i never realized you had a true affection with him, but it seems that you are in love, Eloise!”

“In-love, me, with a stubborn, good for nothing, man?” Eloise gasps, “You’re going a bit too far,”

Kate smirks as Eloise tries to hide the shade of her embarrassment. They continued their conversation for at least another hour.

Finally, as Eloise realized how many secrets she had spilled in a few moments, Anthony entered the room to drag Kate away.

“Oh its been so long since I’ve seen my darling wife,” Anthony says, “Please Eloise what are the two of you even speaking about?”

Kate smiles at Anthonys mourning as she tells him that sister talk is always a secret, leaving him dumbfounded. Eloise leaves the two of them, before she had to witness a romance session. 

[aza-writes]

Blood Red : Chapter 9

the 'man in the mask'

Hell's Kitchen : 2016

Aleksandra's POV

After my interrupted morning with Leland and Maverick, the rest of the day was mine. I don't know what it was but I felt a weird sensation. My body felt weightless like my nerves were too busy dancing and buzzing around to notice anything else in the world. My cheeks were sore from smiling so much and I would blush every time I would think of the conversation I had with Maverick. I tried to shake this feeling off, but I also wanted to hold onto it.

The feeling of happiness lasted all day and continued when I started getting ready for tonight's mission. Sadly, it was halted by my phone going off. It was Wesley's number. I'm not annoyed by him calling me anymore, it means I'm getting paid extra which was always appreciated. I picked up my phone, hoping he would say those magic words "he has a job for you."

"Why hello Wesley, what do I owe the pleasure?" I say in a sarcastic voice, but not totally bitchy.

"We have a meeting with the Ranskahov brothers tonight."

"Alright. Am I going for a reason or just intimidation?"

"For now intimidation, but who knows with these two. They aren't exactly the brightest."

"Fine. By the way, were you ever going to tell me that Leland was going to go through my apartment? He disrupted my morning and looked through all my stuff. I thought that days are mine until you or our employer called."

"I'll let Leland know to give you a heads up next time. In my defense, he was supposed to call me before he was on his way."

"Just send me the location for tonight. I'll meet you there after I finish tonight's target."

"Of course."

Our phone calls are becoming more civil. He's starting to give me some respect, seeing me as an equal. It's nice knowing that I'm starting to gain a reputation that requires people to respect me, or maybe it's fear. It's all the same.

I start to braid my hair, but my hand feels funny. I can remember the feeling of Maverick's hand on mine. His fingers left an impression, a non-painful one. My cheeks start to blush again. Damn it. I need to get it together. I'm supposed to be intimidating, that's extremely hard to do if I have pink cheeks. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, regaining focus. I stare at myself in the mirror and braid, pulling my hair tight. If Wesley wants me to intimidate two full-grown me, then that's exactly what I'll do.

• • • • • •

I park my motorcycle in an alley waiting for Wesley's car to show up. The parking garage where we are meeting the Ranskahov brothers is disgusting on the outside. There are rats everywhere. Not to mention that it smells disgusting. I see a sleek town car pull up. Wesley gets out of the car and fixes his suit. I get off my bike and walk a bit closer so he can see me, but ultimately I'm still in the dark.

"Hello, Miss. How was today's mission?" He knows I can't talk with the mask on out in public. I stand there staring at him. He stares back, waiting for me to answer.

I remove my mask but keep my face hidden in the shadows. "Just fine. The operation has been exterminated."

He nods. "Very well. As usual, the money will be transferred to you first thing in the morning."

I put my mask back on and step out of the shadows, wanting to get this meeting over with so I can go to sleep for the night. Wesley looks at my face and furrows his brows. His eyes study my face. "Did you get hit?" All I do is nod. It's kinda obvious, I have a small gash on the upper corner of my brow and a few bruises, but nothing serious. "I thought you were the best fighter?" His tone is a bit mocking but also genuinely asking the question.

I take my mask off again but hold it in front of my face to keep my face mostly hidden. "There was a warehouse full of people and there is only one me. They're all dead, I walked away with a minor cut." Wesley nods in approval.

"Very well. Let's go." He finally turns and walks into the garage.

I follow six paces behind Wesley as we walk into an underground parking garage that is filled with taxis that belonged to the Russians, formerly Mr. Prohaszka. The smell of paint is strong, even when I have a mask covering my nose. Great, another headache. These meetings with Mr. Fisk's other associates are so annoying. I know why he sends me, but they're so tedious. I get paid which is great, but I really can't stand the Russians.

When we round the corner, one of the brothers, Anatoly, notices us first. He pushes his shoulders back, trying to imitate confidence. He looks like a little kid pretending to be his father. Anatoly taps Vladimir on the shoulder, signaling to him that we're here. Both boys were covered in cuts and bruises, dark ones. They were fresh, I could still smell the blood on their skin. I take a deep breath, knowing this isn't the time to lose control.

"Oof. Those look like they hurt." Wesley speaks first, trying to show that he has control of the conversation. He speaks in such a dick tone and he's wearing a stupid smile on his face after, it's hard not to laugh. I wanted to chuckle, but I keep my composure.

Anatoly isn't having any of Wesley's shit. He smirks sarcastically, clearly annoyed that Wesley isn't at all concerned about what could have caused the cuts and bruises. "I've had worse."

"I know how much your people delight in extolling the amount of pain they can endure but maybe next time you could try ducking?"

I glare at him for that comment. I thought I was finally going to start getting along with him, but of course, he says something stupid. Fucking prick pulling out the "your people." Is it true, a bit, but it's still a fucked up thing to say. Don't Americans have MMA and UFC broadcasted all over the country? Америкоc.

The brothers didn't find that funny either. They glare at Wesley too. Wesley is too weak to hold his ground, making him go back to why we were here. "Leland's finalized the paperwork. Prohaszka's holding in Kitchen Cab has been acquired and transferred via a third party to Veles Taxi." Vladimir walks up and takes the paper from Wesley and examines them. "Your distribution infrastructure just doubled."

Both of them are stone-faced, keeping their tuff-guy façade. "Tell your employer we are grateful," Anatoly speaks first, his stone expression showing a little sincereness to it. Vladimir on the other hand looks pissed.

Wesley sharply sucks in a breath. "Don't think he cares at the moment. You were light again this week."

Vladimir is quick to speak up. "There was a complication."

"One you assured us you were addressing." Due to Wesley's tone, I decided to step a bit closer, putting one hand on the gun in my holster.

Vladimir speaks so fast, he almost cuts Wesley off. "Do you know what he was asking? This fool who laid hands on my brother?"

"Not my concern."

"It should be," Anatoly speaks up. The brother's tones are urgent and unhappy. They have real concern in their voices. "He was asking about your employer, by name."

Fuck.

Wesley pauses, trying to figure out what to do next. According to his body language, this has never happened before. Who dares speak the name of Wilson Fisk? "All the more reason to settle this.

"Why is your little widow not handling him for us? She handles everyone else?" Vladimir looks over at me as he says this. "Is she not the Bloody Widow?" I raise my fist, charging my taser, wanting to fire it ten times at them, causing so much electricity to go through their bodies they lock up and can't move for hours. How dare they question my capabilities.

Wesley holds up one hand to me, signaling me to put down my weapon. I comply. "You sneeze, we all catch a cold. Madame Gao and Mr. Nobu have expressed their disappointment."

"We have not heard of this."

"Hmm, that's because we've been talking behind your back about how the Russians can't seem to handle one man running around in a mask." Both of the men look extremely pissed now. "I mean, if he had an iron suit or a magic hammer, maybe that would explain why you keep getting your asses handed to you-"

Vladimir cuts Wesley off. "We're done here." Both of them start to walk away, but Wesley isn't done driving the knife to the boy's egos.

"He's weakened your operation."

Both of them stop and turn around. Vladimir looks pissed now. "You think us weak?"

"This isn't personal Vladimir, it's business." Wesley's expression went from joking to serious. "Distribution of Madame Gao's product has been affected, which in turn is causing delays in other ventures. This is not acceptable. Fortunately for all parties, my employer has agreed to help return you to solid footing."

"How?" Anatoly genuinely looks concerned.

"By aiding you in certain duties deemed vital to the continuation of service-"

"He wants to take over." Vladimir again cuts off Wesley. If he knew what was good for him, he would shut up before he ends up on my list.

"We value the services you provide, but clearly you need help providing them." I can see why Wesley is Fisk's right-hand man, he knows how to word things perfectly. How to get under someone's skin. He could easily make a wonderful con man. Well, he kinda is. "We'll all profit nicely under the new structure."

"How nicely?" Anatoly is the smarter of the two, knowing to stay in Fisk's good graces and going along with whatever plan Fisk puts in motion.

Vladimir quickly says "закрыть его." Trying to gain control of the situation that Fisk created. "Tell Mr. Fisk-"

"We don't say his name." I love when Wesley says it, it makes him sound like a school teacher.

Not backing down, Vladimir steps closer. "Tell Mr. Fisk that if he wants a pound of flesh, he can come here and carve it himself."

"This is an offer, not an order. The choice of how we proceed is yours. Talk it over with your brother, and we'll be in touch." Wesley looks like he's about to turn away but then turns back around to the brothers. "And one more thing. Never say his name again." He turns to gesture at me. "Miss Nikitana here had a long list that she has been going through very quickly because she knows how to get business done. I would hate for you to be the next person she gets to indulge her obsession with. A very slow and painful death for betrayal."

Wesley turns to walk away, and I follow behind him, six paces as always. Of course, my job here would be this. Sit by and wait for Wesley to gesture to me. That's what always happens. Easy money though.

I'm about to go home for the night and start to track down a few people on my list when Wesley turns around and looks at me.

"Keep an eye out for the 'man in the mask.' We can't have someone asking by name. Take care of him, and you'll get more money than you could even imagine."

He turns and gets into his car before I can respond. Was the man in the mask that important? I haven't encountered him and I've been fighting some of the worst people in Hell's Kitchen. He's probably just picking on the Russians. He'll be tomorrow's worry. For now, it's time to rest.

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AN: Hi! My college semester just started so my writing will slow down quite a bit. I am working on chapter 12 right now and have concepts for 13 and 14. Hopefully, I can find times to write! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Enjoy Darlings!

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[abbatoirablaze]

Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 20, The End

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings:  mentions of a funeral, death, manipulation, coercion, scaring a witpro witness, violence, fighting, angst. 

Jax’s POV

That son of a bitch is lying to me. There is no way he didn't know about Donna's death. He had to have planned it. I walked out of church to see Juice on his laptop, chain smoking. Mandy was rubbing his back for some reason. He looked upset.

"You know where Tig is?"

"Yeah," he muttered. His eyes were teary, "he's on his way to the safehouse."

"What's the matter?"

"The uh, the info on that witness just came out. She's a 17-year-old girl Jax," he said, looking over at my youngest sister. I looked at him, then her, “she…fuck…I can’t…”

"She's your age?"

Mandy nodded, tears in her eyes as well.

"Holy shit."

Clay came out and Mandy hopped down from the bar stool she sat at, rushing into the kitchen. Juice rubbed his face.

"Where are they?"

He handed me a sheet and I took my kutte off.

"What are you doing? Jax? Where the hell are you going?" he asked. As he neared calling for me, I made my way to the door. It slammed just as I heard him yelling at me, JAX!"

I had to make it there quick.

They were probably scoping the place out, prepping just how they were going to get in and kill the witness. They didn't know she's just a girl. They didn't know she was Mandy's age. The probably thought it was some low life idiot.

The cop car out front signaled they had to have still been there. I must have made it in time. I saw the bikes parked around the corner. Being sure not to spook anyone I did the same, and then made my way around the back of the house.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry kid," I heard Tig sigh. I heard the gun cock and I came through the back door. The guys pointed their guns at me, then realized I was with them.  A look of relief crossed Tig’s features, “Jesus.  You scared the shit out of me, man."

"Put the gun down."

"What?"

"We don't kill women," I said simply. He had the look of a stone-cold killer, “And we don’t kill children.”

"What are you doing here brother?"

Before I could answer Chibs, Tig cocked his gun again. I cocked my own gun and put it to Tig's head.

"What the hell is this?" Happy asked.

“Put it down or I will put a bullet in your temple!"

"You think you got the balls to do that?" Tig asked. I called his bluff and he put the gun down, "alright."

"You two get out of here."

"This wasn't the plan."

"You think this through, Jackie boy?"

"Go home. Now."

"Let's go!” Chibs said, nodding Happy out the door. I waited until both of them left before taking the binding off her arms and removing the shirt from her face.

"Do you see this guy?" I asked, "He's a bad guy and he wants you dead. You know why? BECAUSE YOU'RE GONNA RAT ON TWO OF HIS FRIENDS. So, you can't do that because he will find you, no matter where you are. And next time, I won't be there to save your life, do you understand?"

"Yeah."

"The Feds, the cops...nobody can protect you, "I yelled, "that's obvious. If you testify, you will die."

"i won't, I promise. I won't."

I let her go and started reaching for the cash in my pocket, "you get a train. You get a bus, you steal a goddamn car. I don't give a shit. You get out of California tonight or you're dead."

She nodded, taking the money from me, and she ran out the door. I turned to Tig.

"You just crossed the line, brother. You know?"

I put my gun down on the table and turned to him, "not yet."

When I whipped around, I decked him. Before he could get a grip of the situation, I pushed him into the living room area, charging him into the chair. He fell out of it, leaving me in it, then went on the offensive, punching me.

I made a quick grab, putting him into a headlock, then threw him over the coffee table. I felt three sharp jabs to my body ad I had to let go, but I managed to kick him. It threw him off balance and he went into the table. I got my footing and he stood across from me, arms up, ready to come.

"Yeah, come on."

"Bring it," he said. He went to swing at me, but I caught his arm, and managed to launch him into the cabinetry and finally against the table, "come on."

I gave him another swift punch, and it knocked him to the floor. He didn't get back up to fight me though. He sat on the ground, using the chair to pull himself up. I shook my head at him and hopped on my bike.

I need to think.

Clay’s POV

You looking for me?" I asked, walking into Church.

"Two days ago, you sat there," Jax said, pointing to my chair, "you made me a promise. Told me that Opie was safe. Now I'm asking you brother to brother, father to son, just tell me the truth and I'll accept it. Whatever it is. Just be honest with me. Did you try to kill Opie and kill Donna by mistake?"

I sighed.

Shit.

"I don't know who's been filling your head with this shit, son. But let me tell you again. I love Opie. Loved Donna. I'd never to nothin to hurt em."

Jax nodded, and I saw the tears in his eyes. He knew that I was lying to his face, but he wasn't calling me out on it. He got up to leave.

"This is a rough time for SamCro, but we better put this shit behind us. Suspicion. Resentment. That kind of shit eats up morale. Fractures a charter."

He muttered how that was true, and left Church.  When I went outside, he was pestering Juice about the safehouse. I tried to call after him, but he wouldn't talk to me. Juice closed his laptop and chased after Mandy. She'd gotten all kinds of upset when she found out the witness was her age.

I felt bad about it, but it was nothing I could change. It was either that witness, or my club, and I'll be damned if I let that two-bit whore put my brothers in jail.

The last few hours at the shop went quick enough. Gemma was mad. Told me that I was pushing the kids away, and bleeding into the club, like how JT did.

That pissed me off.

I wasn't bleeding into the club like JT.

None of the girls would talk to me.

Gemma said it was because they were upset over Donna, but I knew that wasn't true. Alicia and Mandy were willing to talk to me once they found out that Jax called the hit on that witness off. She'd disappeared and wasn't looking to be found any time soon.

Tig was pissed at me that I'd let Jax make the call.  I tried to focus on my damn cuffs, but the pain just kept getting worse.

"you okay?"

I shook my head, shaking my arms light enough for Gem to see that I couldn't get it, "spare a hand?"

She let out a soft laugh and took my hands in her own. After placing a kiss on each knuckle, she finished buttoning my cuffs.

The girls loaded into cars, but we took our bikes. All of us, minus Jax, met up at the clubhouse. Together we drove to the cemetery.

It wasn't until midway through did I see Jackson making his way through lines of headstones. He glared Tig down. When he got to the semi circle, the doc stood up, and grabbed his kutte from Juice. He stared at me after he'd pulled away from her and made his way to the group. He took a blue flower from the top of the pile and placed it over the grave. His eyes never left mine.

It was like he was calling me out in front of the club.  Gemma took my hand and squeezed it gently.  Things are definitely changing.  And I don't think I can control the direction it's going in.

Season 2

@Lohnes16, @evyiione

[stardustandrockets]

MIDNIGHT DUET🎶

Thanks to Montlake and NetGalley for the free review copy. Book available now.

I haven't really watched Phantom of the Opera, but when I was approached to read and review Midnight Duet, a gender swapped version, I jumped on it. A friend of mine in middle school was obsessed with the musical, so it always makes me think of her.

I'll start out by saying that I enjoyed this one overall. However, the main characters in this dual pov book (Erika and Christof) are INCREDIBLY horny and could barely be in the same room together at the beginning without wanting to rip each other's clothes off. As a sex-averse asexual, I found the frequency of sexual thoughts/actions off-putting and almost DNFed at the 18% mark. There was a semi-public masturbation-for-show scene that icked me out, but I pushed through and am glad I did because I enjoyed the overall story:  struggling ex-broadway performer inherits historical opera house (and attached brothel) in small-town Nevada and is on a mission to save it despite her family's reputation in town; German Hair Metal front man has just been dumped in the worst way and is looking for a distraction by renting out said opera house to work on the band's first album in English. The chemistry is undeniable. It was just super heavy-handed, in my opinion, but I know a lot of you like that kind of thing. Think Chloe Brown level spice.

The characters were well developed (the dual pov really helped set the story up), I absolutely adored Sybille (spelling?) the gothy/witchy bassist, and the fact the Erika had rats made me super happy (don't worry, nothing bad happens to them). It was well paced, engaging, funny, and steamy.

If you enjoy steamier and open-door romance, forbidden romance, unlikable heroines, gender-swapped stories, forced proximity, insta attraction, and/or German Hair Metal, this is the book for you.

Rating: 4 stars Spice: 🌶🌶🌶

CW: fire/fire injury, sexual content (full list on StoryGraph)

[anxiouspotatorants]

It is time. It is finally time for the new Suicide Squad rant (and spoilers will be plentiful):

As someone who was into DC Comics and comics in the mid to late 2010s and had so much hype for the first Suicide Squad movie only to be let down, I was so nervous for this one. I knew it was going to be a roller coaster, but whether I would come out happy or disappointed was up in the air. Having just seen it I will say this: I have no idea if this was a good movie-movie. It was insane. The comedy. The violence. The high emotion. I’m still trying to take it all in. But one thing I do know is that this is an amazing Suicide Squad movie. Gunn and co took the best parts of the comic concept and went batshit with it and that is how this property should be handled (in my opinion). Screw edgelordisms, we need full on insanity free of aiming for shock-value or sexy brutality we want chaos baby.

Starting the whole movie as they did, with Savant as the POV for a mission (or part of the mission) that just goes to hell immediately and kills off so many before the title arrives is the perfect way to start this movie. Like the second I realized this was how they were doing it I was just smiling from ear to ear, this is the spirit of the property.

Part of me wishes we got more Amanda Waller, but what we had was impeccable. Then again, this is Viola Davis we’re talking about, and if she was born to play any character in a superhero story, it is Amanda Waller.

And points to her tech team, introducing them with the death bets was just a lovely way to show how regular this is and how awful everyone is in this movie.

I’m not going to pretend like Deadshot and Bloodsport didn’t have the exact same character- and plot premises… but I will say that Bloodsport felt better executed.

I love that they kept some of the past members and not just Harley. Rick Flag got to have a full personality and interactions with his team members and to be a true leader and it made me so happy for someone who initially did not give a single shit about his character. The Harley friendship? The Dubois friendship? The friendship with that guerilla leader? Amazing. The one American soldier in fictional media I genuinely like. You go Mr Flag.

The new members were… they were insane in the best way. Gone are the shitty stereotypes and present are some of the wackiest creations to ever grace the mainstream movie-sphere (aka the slightly less normal comic creations): A man who has to shoot out polka dots two times a day so as not to die from a space virus. A giant child murdering weasel. A guy who detaches his limbs and slaps people with said detached limbs. King Shark. The second person to command rats with a fancy gadget. They are all crazy and all weird and all more or less morally repulsive people and I love them.

The amount of times I did a double take over the soundtrack I swear. Jessie Reyez? The Pixies? It was so much fun to pick up on once I did.

Was the depiction of a vague Latin American country stereotypical? Yes. Was the secret American involvement predictable and felt mildly patronizing from a non-American, part Latina point of view? Yep. But damn it if I didn’t have a good time with those stereotypes and laugh my ass off at how well executed some were. I don’t know if it was meant as parody, but that one secretary has me thinking so — and if so I am pleased.

Speaking of Latino dictators Harley’s one day romance with one of the villains was something I never knew I needed. Like it was so perfect for Harley that when it happened I almost hit myself for not realizing that this kind of plot should be a normal thing for Harley. And the end of it? Perfect not only in this standalone movie, but also in conjunction with the first and with BoP.

The Taika Waititi cameo??? Oh my god??? I did not expect that and I love it?? Sir, What We Do in the Shadows is impeccable.

Rick Flag’s death actually surprised me. It shouldn’t as this is Suicide Squad, but I kind of expected him to be on Harley’s level of unkillable (because let’s face it, no one kills Harley). What I will say is that his death was good and his final words and actions made me love him all the more. I hope this spawns more Rick Flag content, or at least inspires me to look at what already exists, if he already is as this movie made him (it’s been ages since I read one of the Suicide Squad reboot comics okay).

Starro. How can a villain be so wacky and so terrifying at the same time? I did not expect a literal alien starfish to have more terrifying powers and a more tragic plot execution than Enchantress. But here we are. And that damn star just wanted to be floating in space, and instead it was stuck getting revenge by killing and puppeteering human corpses. Wow that thing was creepier the more you think about it.

I don’t know what I think about Polka Dot Man. I loved watching him on screen but also damn those mommy-issues were on a new level. Not just in his backstory but how he literally sees her in every person around him that was insane. Very funny but like also the kind that makes you laugh just because you’re uncomfortable and don’t know how else to releive the tension.

When Waller got knocked out by a staff member I immediately thought «oh my god Amanda Waller is going to kill half the staff for this», so I’m mildly surprised and disappointed that I didn’t get to see that happen. But also I should maybe expect something like this in a potential future Suicide Squad movie. We can’t have everything in a movie as packed as this.

Peacemaker was very horrible and worked really well. Don’t really have much to say about him, not because I didn’t enjoy him but because I already feel like the film itself has said it for me. But the planting and payoff for his death? Chef’s. Kiss.

Harley’s wardrobe was beautiful. Ratcatcher 2’s combat outfit felt like a steampunk plague dream. Bloodsport’s mask was supercool. Rick Flag’s t-shirt was amazing. But the best little outfit was the Mafalda-keychain and her red dress, hands down. Oh and King Shark’s fake moustache finger moment.

King Shark is shaped like a friend I don’t care how many people he ate alive on screen he looks so huggable. It feels like wanting to pet a bear. You know it will kill you but damn it look at those paws and those cute eyes!

I really need to give it to not just James Gunn but the entire production team for this movie. The aesthetic was perfect. The story was the right blend of whimsical and violent. The finished product was a literal rollercoaster and I mean that in a good way. If superhero movies have to be like amusement parks, I hope they’re more like this one and BoP.

I’ll finish on the note that while I think this movie was great and hopefully a step in the right direction for the DCU/DCEU (as in stop trying to play Marvel’s game and just do your own thing/ let your creative teams run wild and free), it is not the first step. Cathy Yan, Birds of Prey and the production team for it took a step first, and they deserve due credit and attention. If you loved this Suicide Squad movie and haven’t watched BoP yet, do so. Because they really are in the same ballpark while doing things in slightly different ways. And any good DCEU movie deserves more attention so the studios know that creativity and risks should be rewarded. I want more DC movies like this, not necessarily in genre but in creative risks. I want a Black Canary rock movie. I want Alfred in a reverse heist movie alone in the batcave against Gotham villains. I want Gotham Academy on screen play by play from the comics. I want a fully animated psychedelic-like Khalid Nassour as Dr. Fate movie. I want elevated horror movie Constantine. I want weird ass Lois Lane journalist movies with a heavy side of Superman. And I want DC movies I didn’t even know I wanted.

Support creativity in mainstream comic movies. Help me become a DC fan and happy about it again.

[loki-hargreeves]

Fate is Sealed

📌Minors DNI with my blog!

Warnings: angst, anxiety, hurt/comfort (loads of comfort), descriptions of death (vision related), established relationship, happy/fluffy ending  Word Count: 3,4K Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x gn!Reader  Summary: Not even Bruno can keep everything bottled up forever, especially not after seeing horrible visions. You’re there for him when everything gets too much for him and all he needs is to be held and feel safe. A/N: I have no excuses. I was supposed to write a Loki one-shot, but I could not for the life of me sit down and focus on writing it, so I wrote this instead. The sad rat-man has taken over my mind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

YOUR POV

No matter what Bruno did, no matter what detail he looked at and analyzed to the best of his abilities, he could not change the end results of the vision. That was always the same, although there seemed to be a million ways for it to happen. The man who had arrived at Casita earlier that day with a fearful yet slightly hopeful look in his eyes was now dead - at least in the vision. The picture Bruno was holding was staring back at him with cold, lifeless eyes.

It felt like it was all his fault.

Could it be?

It’s what people were saying. They tried to be quiet about it, but the whispers carried all the way to Bruno’s ears in the end. The townspeople blamed him for the terrible things that he saw in his visions, things he had warned them about. Did they ever listen? Did they ever try to change their own actions to avoid these awful futures? No. It was easier to blame another.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not change them. If that was the case, if Bruno really could make things happen - good or bad - he wouldn’t stop until the visions had better outcomes. He would stare into the future until his eyelids would turn to stone, scour through each and every grain of sand that swirled in the dome-storm around him until he could find one, just one, that reflected a happy ending. He wouldn’t stop until his fingers were bleeding if it meant he could save a life.

The vision Bruno had been holding onto with trembling hands soon joined the others exactly like it on the ground, breaking into a dozen smaller pieces with sharp edges and blending into the sand. There was absolutely no way Bruno would walk downstairs and hand someone’s death sentence to them and get blamed for it. For the sake of the poor man, he truly wished that something about his future would change.

Anxiety was building up under Bruno’s skin. The faint tremble of his fingers was spreading to his entire body, making him shiver as cold sweat appeared on his skin. What would he say? Would they believe him if he lied to them? What would his mother think of it? Surely she would sense if her son was lying. 

“That’s not good, no...” Bruno thought out loud, his eyes glued to the ground before his feet. If he could, he would gladly bury himself in the sand too and avoid his responsibilities. Today was too much for him. The vision he had been cursed to witness had made him sick to the stomach, a feeling that would follow him around for days. All the details he had analyzed in hopes of finding a way to pull the man out from an early grave had been brutal. Every time Bruno blinked, they returned to him.

“Bruno?”

There you were, the light of his shadow-filled life. The door to his vision cave opened ever so slightly and you stood by the opening, illuminated by the warm orange light behind you that made you appear as a guardian angel. If Bruno hadn’t felt so monstrous as he did in that moment, he would’ve taken you into his arms and get lost in the world of yours. 

Instead, he had to force himself to look away and bite his lips as a desperate attempt to hold himself together. If not for his sake then yours. Bruno felt as if he had burdened you enough already by just being himself and now your husband. The last thing Bruno wanted was to make these godawful visions your burden too.

“You’ve been in here for so long. I just want to check in on you...”

The door opened more and your footsteps were instantly muffled by the soft sand, yet Bruno could tell you were approaching him. Keep it together, you can do it. His thoughts weren’t as comforting as they sounded. Bruno was repeating that to himself as a mantra, but he didn’t have much faith in his own words. Pressure was building in his chest and head, possibly from holding back tears and his breath.

“Are you okay?” 

Those three words were like a curse and a blessing at the same time. The moment the question had left your lips, Bruno felt tears rolling down to his cheeks. They were hot and he didn’t like how they made him feel, yet he didn’t have the strength to contain them for a second longer.

You saw the tears on your husband’s face and without any hesitation, you joined him on the ground, not caring about the sand or the broken visions at all. Seeing the tears in his eyes was heartbreaking and all you wanted was to comfort him in any way you could. 

“Brunito,” Your arms wrapped around Bruno as you pulled him closer to you, into your chest so he could lean against you completely. Despite his attempts to hide his pain away from you, he had failed. Now that you embraced him when he felt like he was at his worst, it defeated every part of him that had fought for it. Bruno clung onto your shirt and buried his face against you, allowing all the miserable feelings that were boiling over to be felt. He let it all out, because he felt safe with you.

Not only was your touch comforting, the silence you allowed to happen made Bruno feel more heard than you might’ve realized. No one bombarded him with questions of what happened in the vision or anything about the vision in general. You didn’t care, no. Bruno didn’t like how petty the thought made him feel, but he knew his own mother would’ve told him to tell her what he had seen immediately. He was so happy you didn’t tell him to suck it up and just deal with it.

The feeling of needing to explain himself grew stronger, yet every time Bruno tried to open his mouth to do something as simple as speaking, he couldn’t. A sob escaped his lips along with tears that he had been bottling up for what felt like years. 

“Shh, you don’t have to say anything until you’re ready,” You cooed the most soothing words Bruno could’ve heard in that very moment. He nodded, unsure if you could tell and eased his tight grip on you, changing it so that he was hugging you instead. The sweet scent of you - just you - was so familiar. It enveloped him and felt like fresh air in his lungs. Slowly, but surely, Bruno felt anchored. His fierce cries were winding down until only a few silent tears washed down his face, not even reaching his stubble until they dried on his skin.

For a moment, you just held each other. Bruno closed his eyes and for the first time that day, he didn’t see the vision he had been staring at for hours now. It was black, complete darkness and bliss. Your hand was pressed against his head and Bruno felt more relaxed as your thumb stroked across his hair ever so softly. The repeated pattern was all he focused on as his breaths calmed down. Occasionally, a sniffle would be the only thing to break the comfortable silence.

As you were cradling each other, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed. Had it been five minutes or an hour? Did it matter? Was the man still waiting for Bruno’s vision?

A sense of dread bloomed in Bruno’s gut once again when he remembered that he had to face the man. Miraculously, you sensed the shift in him, as if you could read his mind.

“I’ve got you, Bruno. Everything’s going to be okay,” You assured him with that tone that made him believe whatever it was that you were saying. You could’ve told him the moon was made of cheese and he would’ve bought it. Everything would be okay. 

What had he done to deserve you? As Bruno pulled away ever so slightly, just so he could face you, he was certain that he was the luckiest man in Encanto, if not the entire world. He brought chaos and destruction everywhere with him, but still somehow he had met you. Everything about you was the opposite of the pain he seemed to cause. 

“I wish I didn’t have to see this,” Bruno admitted something that he would only say to you. He should’ve been grateful for his gift, but he was willing to throw it away if the opportunity ever arrived. 

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he really wanted to tell you about the man’s fate. After weighing his options, Bruno finally opened up and you were more than willing to listen.

“He’s going to die,” The words left his lips as a whisper, but it was loud enough for you to hear. When you had seen Bruno standing there, surrounded by broken visions and tears behind his eyes, you had assumed the vision had been bad. Now you understood. 

“It’s not your fault,” You reminded him as sweetly as you could, cupping Bruno’s cheek and letting him lean against your touch. Heavens knew, he needed it. “It’s not fair that you have to know about these things beforehand and get blamed for what happens.”

“What if I can stop it?” Bruno wondered, feeling a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t want to cry again. The headache he had gotten from staring into the future so long was growing worse by the minute and crying certainly didn’t mend that. 

“I know it might sound cruel, Bruno, but everyone dies. Maybe you can prevent it for some time, maybe you can’t. You can try to help, which I know you will because you’re you and you’re the nicest person I know,” You paused for a moment and tried to gather your own thoughts, “but if the future is as you’ve seen comes true, you can’t carry blame or guilt for it. It’s not right.”

By now, you felt tears stinging your own eyes, which you fought against. You wanted to be strong for him in that moment, but it killed your soul to think that Bruno would be blamed for someone’s untimely death. It hurt to know someone in Encanto would die soon too, but it was out of your control. 

Seeing Bruno in so much pain absolutely crushed your heart. You loved him so much and knowing that he blamed himself for the bad things that were bound to happen to everyone at some point of their lives was absolute hell. Sometimes you wished you could carry some of that weight so it wouldn’t crush him with every step he took. Balance it out. You would do it in a heartbeat.

Bruno nodded a few times, allowing your words to sink in. Both of you knew it was easier said than done, but it was important to hear that from time to time. 

“I tried to find something, anything, in the vision that would help me prevent it,” Bruno swallowed thickly, trying to get rid of the painful lump. Just thinking about the gruesome things he had seen made him sick. The death would be an accident, but accidents could be ugly too. 

“But I...I couldn’t-” Bruno couldn’t face you because of how ashamed he felt, “I couldn’t find anything. I looked for so long. I had to see it over and over again, but I found absolutely nothing!”

Just like that, fresh tears he thought he no longer had were gathering in the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision. He sighed deeply and pulled away from you, curling himself together so that he was hugging his knees instead. 

“What good is my gift if I can’t use it for anything good?” 

The loss of contact left you feeling cold. You were unsure what to do. For a moment, it seemed like Bruno was opening up to you, but just as quickly as it had happened, he was shutting you out. After years of being with him, you still hadn’t gotten used to this, but you knew that you couldn’t leave him to sulk in his own misery. 

Respecting his boundaries, you scooted over so you were sitting next to him instead of holding him. Bruno didn’t mind that at all, but he still avoided facing you.

“If you want to, we can talk about the vision together,” You offered your aid in trying to find a solution, although you didn’t feel very optimistic about it. Changing the future was harder than it seemed like, even when you knew what could happen.

“It’s horrible, Y/N,” Bruno warned you, not wishing for you to see what he had seen. Even talking about the details wasn’t for the fainthearted to hear.

“I know, but that’s alright,” You told him quickly, “but my offer still stands.”

Bruno knew that he could brainstorm with you, but right now he felt so defeated by the world that he could hardly think. 

“We could also get you out of here and spend the rest of the day relaxing and getting your mind off of things. I think Julieta was making cookies earlier, I could go get some,” You brought up another idea, one you believed Bruno would like better.

When you saw the corners of his mouth curling up just a little bit, but enough to form a smile, you knew it had worked. 

“Yeah,” Bruno took a deep, shaky breath, “that sounds great.” 

The smile didn’t last long as a thought crossed his mind, “What if he’s still here? Oh no, no, that’s not good at all. I can’t face the man, what if he asks about the vision?” 

Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, you got Bruno’s attention, “If he’s still here I’ll tell him that he should leave, that he’ll hear about it another time. It’s okay, Bruno.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” Bruno felt awful enough for crying in front of you, he couldn’t possibly ask for you to deal with his problems. 

“You’re not asking, I’m offering. It’s really no problem,” You stood up and offered Bruno your hand, which he grabbed and you helped him stand up. Once you were both standing, you didn’t let go of one another. Instead, Bruno took your other hand into his as well and gave you a soft squeeze that said more than words could in that moment. 

Before you had a chance to leave, Bruno wrapped you into his arms once more, pulling you into a tight hug. It took you by surprise, but you were more than happy to be close to the man you loved. His ruana wrapped a little bit around your body which made you feel safe and protected. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you leaned into him fully and closed you eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment. The embrace was needy, but also loving. You both gave each other the comfort you needed and it made your heart burst with feelings.  When you felt him cradling the back of your head, you swore you felt complete; at home. There was no place you’d rather be, no one you’d rather love.

            Walking up and down the stairs in Bruno’s room wasn’t a problem, not when he had secret passageways that took you up and down in seconds compared to the time it would take to actually walk. You were certain that Bruno had only told you and the rats about the magical shortcuts. It made life so much easier.

As you walked downstairs to the kitchen, you saw that the man had left already. It was a relief. You didn’t know when the vision would come true, but you found yourself hoping he would have a great time before it. The man occupied your mind as you grabbed a plate and two glasses, filling them with water and snacks. 

Making yourself feel at home in Casita had taken a while. You were terrified of going through things and taking what you needed and wanted, but Bruno’s family liked you. Eventually, you realized that it was your home too and you began to act like it.

“How is he?” Julieta had entered the kitchen without alarming you until she had spoken. Luckily, her soft voice didn’t startle you and you didn’t drop anything.

“He’s okay. I think today was just hard,” You answered vaguely, not wishing to get into the graphic details. It was up to Bruno if he wanted to share them. For now, this was enough.

Julieta nodded and then grabbed a jar, revealing the cookies she had made earlier. “I knew something was up when he had been up there for so long. I asked the man to leave and I let him know that sometimes specific visions can take some time to show.”

“Thank you,” You smiled softly. “I hope he understood.”

“Oh he didn’t seem to mind,” Julieta revealed and began to place cookies on the plate you had grabbed, somehow knowing that you had been searching for them. You had grown close to Bruno’s sisters and you were happy to have friends in them, not just sister-in-laws. 

“Don’t let the rats eat all of them,” She joked to lighten up the mood a little bit. 

“I won’t,” You promised and just like that, you were on your way back to Bruno’s room, now balancing a plate with snacks and two glasses in your hands. 

As you walked into your shared bedroom that was lit by candles, you saw Bruno sitting by his desk. He was working on his latest story, writing his thoughts on the paper. The sight warmed your heart. You were happy he was devoted to a hobby that had nothing to do with his gift. Bruno was a wonderful storyteller, which was a gift of its own.

“Is it too early to ask for spoilers?” You wondered as you placed the plate and glasses on the nightstand, making sure you didn’t knock over the candle in the process.

A tiny yet mischievous smirk grew on Bruno’s face but he didn’t take his eyes off the paper, “I just thought of a detail I wanted to add. It’s not much yet,” He belittled what he was actually doing. Little did you know that you were the main inspiration for his latest story and he was going to devote it all to you, the love of his life. For now, it was best if you didn’t know and keeping it a secret was easy for Bruno because he had so many other ideas in his head that he could tell you about instead. Quickly, he wrote down the last word and then abandoned his work, feeling more than ready to join you in bed and do absolutely nothing at all.

You fluffed the pillows and stacked them against the wall for the ultimate comfort. Getting in bed was truly one of the best parts of the day, because you had nowhere else to go, nothing else to do and you could simply enjoy each other’s company until you’d drift to sleep.

“Have you continued that one story where the woman got amnesia?” You wondered innocently as you settled in bed. Bruno’s back was pressed against the pillows and he had one arm wrapped around you to keep you close as you leaned against his shoulder. The position was comfortable, you were close to each other but you could still reach the nightstand and the snacks. 

There was a spark of inspiration in Bruno’s green eyes when he looked at you. It meant the world to him that you cared enough about his story ideas that you asked him about them. Talking about it excited him and it almost made him feel like a kid again, so carefree and full of ideas. It was easy to tell you about them because you never judged him for his plot-twists and themes.

“Well since you asked...”

And just like that, the vision wasn’t on his mind anymore, not for now at least. You found yourself growing invested in his story as it went on. Time felt like nothing when you were like that, just happy together.

A/N: This was very self indulgent because ever since I first watched Encanto, I’ve wanted to comfort the hell out of Bruno. It has taken over my brain. I can’t stop thinking about it and so I wrote this. I hope you liked it! 

Honestly, I was a bit scared to post this, but we only live once and the rat man makes me happy so it’s worth it.