#.♰ TW abuse

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Will there possibly be any more Tio Miguel O’Hara au???

𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ┆ 𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 - 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘

꒰∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ ── Hi guys, I remembered I have a blog, hehe:3

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ "Before you, silence and emptiness for me were like an open, painful wound that stained my clothes a calloused, uncomfortable red. But with you, silence became just a space to be filled with your laughter and ethereal presence. My thoughts turn to you, my sweet nephew, loose and deliberate... I really shouldn't feel this way, but you don't know how much it affects me just by you being you." - 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: 𝓽𝓲𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓵.

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➜ This AU will probably become a fic with non-linear chapters, that is, I will post in non-chronological order of the canonical events that happened. [ There will be several alt. routes and you can suggest more ideas about this AU. ]

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★☆ Notes: This is a work of dark romance/content, please do not read if you are a sensitive person, I am not romanticizing abuse or abusive relationships, this is just fiction.

♡ ┆ TW: written in the form of a poem, corruption, step!incest, dark romance, ftm reader, abusive relationship, mourning, dumbfication, manipulation, age gap, eat out, creampie, sex without a condom, dub con, afab anatomy

You weren't so naive as to not notice your Tio's lascivious gaze on your body ─ especially when you wore short, white dresses on hot days, your skin shone with a thin layer of sweat while your curves were otherwise hidden by thicker fabrics and dense spaces were exposed to the world and the cowboy's dark eyes.

The same lips that kissed you so innocently one day, held the hot tongue that would bring your ruin filled with lust. He had a negligent look, a harsh air, he was the same man who had made you taste the fruit of forbidden desire ─ far from everything and everyone, you two did not share the innocent courtship of being just a nephew and uncle... But before for you to stop like a whore, with your legs open for someone you swore would never feel anything... It hadn't started like that.

Desire, like all things in the world, had to have an origin, guidance and explanation ── everything could have started with the cruel grief of losing the wife that Miguel loved so much, the woman's name was not even uttered by his mouth, the same painful memory of lost nights of empty promises cut by the tragic and sharp scythe of death and destiny. The tanned-skinned man spent nights questioning the direction of his life and the classic question: "why me?".

Without an answer however, he sank even deeper into his own mind, the emptiness of his home now without a wife and the future children that were idealized by both of them had not come to fruition.

A foolish, lost and purposeless man was what he was.

So, just as the devil tries to make sin, he had finally found something that filled the void that was once held in his hard and dirty soul ── you. He tried to repress these feelings, it wasn't love, it wasn't a pure and polished love, it was a corrupted feeling of possession and obsession ─ he wanted to control your life, control you and make you his forever, trap you somewhere where you would stay safe from the dangers of the dirty world where they lived; but he himself was this dirt.

Then, slowly he began to enter your life even more like a parasite implanting the dirty thoughts you would later have about him. Taking you away from your family and manipulating everything and everyone into believing that he was the best person to take care of you ─ after all, he was just a concerned Tio... Or not?

Like a waltz with the devil, it all began that hot summer night with a dance ─ without protests and murmurs of complaints you followed him to an isolated place where your family's celebration was taking place that night, the warm orange light coming from the old tile ceiling warmed your cheeks and made you blush even more under the brunette's deep gaze.

Miguel watched as you moved to the music, his gaze mesmerized by the fluidity of your movements. A soft smile graced his lips as he took in the sight before him- the youthful vigor and elegance you possessed. He couldn’t help but be drawn to you, even if it sometimes stirred up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him.

He wasn't just your tio, was he? No more, if he ever was to begin. His large hand caressed his waist, gently but firmly gripping the fabric of your blouse soft under his touch. His thumb brushed against his back, effortlessly guiding you through the dance.

"My precious angel", he murmured, his voice practically low. "You look like a dream, like a celestial being that has somehow landed among us mortals. It makes me want to take that dream and hold on to it forever."

He brought you closer, as if he was going to devour you ─ He moved like a predator, he looked at you like a predator... He was a predator.

Tio Miguel's lips traced a burning path along the sensitive skin of your neck, each kiss leaving a trail of heat as his hands slid down and squeezed your ass possessively. His breath was hot against your skin, a mix of whiskey and desire that sent shivers down your spine. His moans were hoarse, filled with a primal hunger.

He pulled back slightly, dark eyes ablaze with lust, his gaze falling to your chest, where your breasts strained against the fabric of your blouse. The hunger in his eyes was almost palpable, tacit and obscure, there was no point in running and maybe you didn't even want to escape, it was like a tempting trap that would hurt you deliciously.

"Mi prince," he rasped, his voice rough with need. "You're so beautiful. So fuckin' beautiful."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and predatory, as he grabbed your waist with one hand and pressed you against him. His hardness nudging between your legs, making you aware of his desire for you.

"Let's go somewhere more private, mi vida. It's time to show you just how much I want you." His lips crushed against yours, the intensity of your kiss staggering. His tongue thrust into your mouth, tangling with yours, the taste of whiskey and raw desire overwhelming. His hands moved with purpose, tugging at your clothes, urgently trying to rid you of any barriers between you both. He nibbled gently at your lips, pulling back to whisper against your mouth.

"Don't fight me, mi chico guapo. We both know you want this." With a low growl, he pulled you close once more, your lips crushing against his as your hands moved with purpose. His fingers expertly explored your soft body, teasing and coaxing you to the edge of pleasure. As his thumb brushed your clit, he swallowed your moans, his own desire heightened by the sacred taboo of his actions.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, my life. But I can't promise I will." Miguel said, but you both had the idea that that wasn't what was going to happen, especially when his tongue licked your pink flesh so well and made your legs tremble around his head ── his calloused and warm hands separated the flesh again softness of your thighs, making your breasts bounce and you tremble and whimper slyly for more.

Sin was good, so you two were condemned to a hell of unlimited pleasure and lust, without judgmental looks from others. Just you and your dear Tio Miguel. You moaned dirty, incoherent sentences, just looking for more friction with the other man's mouth, you were both moaning with need ─ you were both a mess of repressed desire and unthought-out consequences.

Your tio's hot tongue left your entrance, but before any scream of protest you saw him take off his pants quickly and lower them to his knees, exposing his muscular thighs and his thick cock with veins pulsing strongly, the smell of musk filled your nose as you felt the heat radiate from the older man’s member.

Uncle Miguel's cock pulsed as it passed your entrance, the swollen head teasing your clit before entering your comfortable, warm pussy. Every inch of their sensitive flesh reveled in the forbidden embrace, eagerly awaiting the moment they would finally become one. He growled softly, muscles tensing as he thrust inside, filling you with his thick erection.

Miguel's grip enveloped you like a vice, the sensation overwhelming you both-- his eyes locked with yours, the intensity of the connection incendiary, as he slowly advanced. His size made him feel huge, stretching you despite the ample lubrication. His moan of pleasure joined his groan of pain, a symphony of raw desire and urgency. His hands shook slightly as he thrust into you, the animalistic sounds of your union echoing in the small space.

Each thrust was deliberate, calculated to maximize his pleasure and his own desire. "Mi rei, are you okay?" he panted, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he continued to move. "Tell me if you need me to stop..."

Despite the agony of his position and his size, your nod was slow and deliberate. Your eyes never left his, each thrust bringing with it pleasure and submission. You could count how many thrusts there were by the weight of his balls that hit your soft ass, leaving a red, painful mark on your sensitive flesh.

"Good boy... Taking everything in that cute pussy..." He growled as the veins in his neck bulged with each effort of his hips to not stick it all in and feel the tip of his dick tirelessly kiss your uterus ── but he didn't I could scare you now, despite wanting to take out all the frustration and excitement accumulated in your cunt. Your breasts bounced as you cried with fat tears coming down from your orbs, pleasure, guilt and undefined feelings in your mind made you bite your lip and just enjoy the moment.

"Fuck, mi angelito," he groaned, his eyes locked on yours. "F-Fuck, I can't control myself... Mierda-"

His movements became erratic, his need overpowering him as he drove into you, chasing the peak of his release. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he thrust deeper, harder, his desire fueling the intensity of your coupling.

"Just like this, mi carinõ," he cried out, his voice hoarse with lust. "Just like this, with you..." His words are the catalyst for your own release, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, wracking your body with pleasurable contractions that milk him of his release.

Miguel follows suit, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you with his warm, pearly essence, marking you as his once again. He collapses on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding, both spent from the intensity.

"I don't deserve you, boy, but I need you."

[hopelantics]

Seeing a smile on Legato’s face…

It made him freeze. It reminded him how much he hated seeing that expression on him. He had to look away. He didn’t want to see it no matter the context. While it held a sincere emotion, the other times he’d seen that expression on his face?…

It’d been when he slammed him down in that cell floor and made him helpless, utterly and completely at the will of those who would always decide his fate and punishments.

He always saw that look. Could only relate his smile to the bones he couldn’t move. He made his body be locked down, each time breaking something or holding him down so tight to the earth they’d break anyway if he tried to peel himself up. No way to escape. And he did it all with a smile on his face. He looked so much like him and yet nothing like him.

Is this even his Legato?

He doesn’t act like him.

All of this is making his head ache and eyes glass over.

Push your glasses up, Punisher. Your enemy can’t see the fear in them that way. Stand up tall, respond firmly, show no semblance of negative emotion.

“I’d suggest you train some more, then. If yer not gonna keep a weapon on you, then make yourself one.” Why was he even giving him any suggestions? Why wasn’t he just walking away? Frozen in fear or genuine care?

Sighing heavily he turns around, looking from the side of his eye to observe his actions. That way, he could still look at him without the fear. They were both similar in the sense they really didn’t want much to do with each other. Lighting a cigarette, he leans on the end of the wall where the exit of the ally is.

“Nobody deserves to be taken advantage of. I’ve had it happen to me before just in different ways. I’ll be damned if I allow it to happen to someone else if I can stop it. My personal opinion on someone will always come second to doing the right thing.”

“I don’t have a reason not to help. My feelings aren’t reasons, just excuses. So, I helped.”

Something akin to a snarl escapes him as he watches the men leave. In all honesty for their comments he’s half tempted to take a swing at them and show them all how people oughta treat real, living, breathing people, but for the sake of the promise he’d made to himself he ultimately doesn’t. Instead he opts to shout at them as they leave.

“Do that again and I’ll knock y’all on your asses for REAL next time, low life pieces of shit. You’re lucky I don’t have my fuckin gun on me! Y’know what no—die of alcohol poisoning next time! And save me the hassle!”

Whether someone of authority heard those threats he truly didn’t care. If they did he’d just have to make a run for it or take the consequences of his words. He’d assume given the situation was explained they’d give some leniency.

With a loud sigh and a clang of metal he dropped the pipe and turned to look at Legato, hesitantly nodding before taking a step to retrieve the fallen coat. Why he was helping him further he truly didn’t know. He was a grown man and certainly could deal with the rest on his own but…better safe than sorry. They could always come back. If he didn’t have his powers? That would mean trouble.

“‘Ere. It got some dust on it but other than that it’s fine. “ he mumbles whilst holding it out, waiting for him to grab ahold of it.

“You should get a weapon. Especially for when you’re around bars. Just cause this isn’t Gunsmoke doesn’t mean anything.”

So it seemed.

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1327 - Revenge

Stone Family - England

The year had just begun when Clementia announced her pregnancy to her family. She kept working at the farm, especially collecting flowers and improving her flower arranging skill.

And just like that, Athelyna Stone was born and she was a really healthy baby :)

That year, Leonard aged up into a child and start helping his family, especially with the animals that he loved.

Ellen also aged up into a toddler. Soon it became clear that she was the female version of his father, and also the closest to him.

By the end of the year, Athelyna aged up into an infant and she was just like Clarice Carpenter, her grandmother, but with his father skintone. Clementia was really happy about the fact that one of her children resembled her mother.

Driftwood Family - Ireland

Martha and Elias Driftwood aged up into teens that year.

Both were gorgeous and soon, Elias told his family that his dream was to become a priest and live in a monastery where he can help raising the children that had lost their parents. The whole family support him and said goodbye to him :'(

Martha and Elias promised each other to keep nourish their relationship and stay as close as always.

Driftwood Family (Tome's side) - Ireland

The family were really happy with their two boys, and Fergus were growing stronger every day. Sadly, one summer day the little one suffered a heatstroke and couldn't recover. He died hours later...

Bucket Family - Germany

One day, Sophie and her daugther Veronica were at the market when she noticed she was going into labour.

Both of them hurried up and came home, where Sophie had a baby boy called Bastian Bucket. Both of them were perfectly healthy :)

Zymmer Family - Germany

TW: murder and domestic violence

After nights and nights of abuse, Margrite Zymmer were hitting rock bottom and couldn't handle it anymore.

One night, she decided that enough was enough and made Rasmus a poisoned pie for dinner. He wasn't suspicious of anything and ate the whole thing.

Later that night, he woke up chocking and died a few moments later.

Finally, Margrite was free and she could raise her daughter in a safe home. Even the Grim Reaper seemed happy about them <3

Margrite focus on improving her magic and she trained a lot with her girlfriend Gemma. She wanted to became a really powerful witch so she will teach and train Erika when she ages up.

García Family - Spain

Back in Spain, Juan García aged up into a healthy infant :). He resembled his mother so much and she was a really calm baby. Alberto and Ermel were over the moon with him.

Births [2]

ENGLAND

Athelyna Stone: 1327 -

GERMANY

Bastian Bucket: 1327 -

Birthdays [6]

ENGLAND

Ellen Stone: 1325 -

Athelyna Stone: 1327 -

Leonard Stone: 1321 -

IRELAND

Martha Driftwood: 1314 -

Elias Driftwood: 1314 -

SPAIN

Juan García: 1326 -

Deaths [1]

GERMANY

♰ Rasmus Kragh: 1280 - 1327 (47 years old), by poison

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[hopelantics]

TW: CHILD ABUSE & EXPERIMENTATION

The Eye.

Something flashes in his eyes the moment he says it. Whenever it’s mentioned it always makes something in his body feel aflame, radiating from his core and spreading to each part of his body. The Eye and any mention of it was a wild fire; the words a spark on the driest nettle one could find on the floor of a forest.

The fact that the man before him, cowering as if he were a hurt dog, was so…blissfully ignorant. It wasn’t fair. It made his burning body feel even worse. Volcanic.

How dare he say he knew the mistakes he made when he didn’t know the half of it? How could he know what he never lived, and then say he could understand and was sorry? You couldn’t be sorry for what you didn’t know.

Did he have to be afraid of cold metal because it reminded him of an operating table? Did he have to wake up in the middle of the night screaming from the things that would forever plague him? His body was forever stained with the hands that ‘made’ him. He would have to live with it. Feel them every day, holding him down to give him his injections.

Injections;

Did he have to experience being a child, alone in a cell whose only purpose from then on would be to get injected with experimental serum?

Experiments;

Did he ever have to feel each bone break apart and reform stronger? Did he have to wish his own death because of that crunching and tearing of his tiny body, or have his throat raw from the screaming and crying that resulted from it?

Did he have to live with that pain, and know his brother also went through it? And that’s why he lost him?

Did he EVER have to do any of that? And keep moving?

Just to be some warrior?

Did he know that pain?

Ignorance wasn’t an excuse. Saying he should have known what Conrad was doing would never be enough. He should have known. And he never would.

He would have to settle with that no matter how hard it was to come to terms with.

A breath slips him, one that makes him appear far calmer than he actually is. He leans down and grabs the others arm, pulling him up. Or at least tries to.

He looked so much like…

He couldn’t let him sit there like that. Even in his conflict.

Get up.

I can’t fight anymore.

Get up.

“Just…go live your life. I’ll figure out mine. If I need anything, I’ll contact you. Maybe.”

It didn’t seem he had much else to say to him. Whether what Nai had said to him meant anything? It was hard to say.

“I’m not going to kill you. And you’re not going to do it to yourself either. That’d just be giving you an easy release. You having to see me every day and remember what you did to me, did to that innocent child, should be enough. Plus, if you truly are trying to change, I oughta give you the chance even if I don’t believe a word.”

He couldn’t kill him. Not even if he wanted to. Now that he had a choice in the matter he refused to. He never wanted to be a killer, he only ever had been because of his situation. He had hate. His heart was more than full of it when it came the man that knelt before him. But it would never extend into doing anyone bodily harm if he had the choice.

Hesitantly, he stepped forward, each one giving him a new found courage as he watched the once strong plant crumble at his feet. He stopped when reaching the dagger and places a firm foot upon it. He surely wouldn’t be getting it now.

“I’ve already killed too many because I was forced by your hand. To kill who hurt me makes me just as bad. I’ve never wanted to hurt anyone. Not anyone you told me to, not Livio,

not you.

Maybe I should, but I’m not doing anything I don’t have to anymore.”

Certainly not in front of that poor canine, either.

Using a foot he pushes the dagger and kicks it up into the air so he can grab it, not wanting to take his eyes off his past abuser. Just because he gave him some amnesty didn’t mean he trusted him.

Slow and calculated he continues his approach after shoving the weapon into his pocket. Quite a bold move he now stands right before the groveling blonde. About a foot or two. His face is nearly unreadable as he stares down at him.

“Now get up. This is embarrassing. Want to help me? Start with telling me what the hell I need to do around here. Or what I should expect.”

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1324 - Motherhood

Stone Family - England

This year the farm was more established, so it was easier for Clementia to develop her true passion: flowers and flower arranging.

She started working on improve her skill with flowers and, eventually, she came up with the idea of opening her own florist shop. Isaac and Clementia talked about it and they knew this would mean more effort and it would take time... but they will do the hard work it takes to achieve that :)

At the end of the year, Thomas Stone aged up into a toddler :)

Driftwood Family (Tome's side) - Ireland

At the end of the year, Kelly finally gave birth to a baby boy called Conall Driftwood. He was super healthy which gave the couple a new fresh vision of their marriage.

Little Conall aged up into an infant and he looked so much like his dad, but with her mother skintone. Kelly were so invested in her son that she spend most of the day around him while Tome work at the farm.

Bucket Family - Germany

By the end of the year, one day when Sophie was doing her daily walk around the countryside, she went into labour. She head home and there she gave birth to a baby boy: Fabian Bucket. She named him after a baby her sister Ursula had but died during childbirth and named Fabian because it was a name she loved.

Zymmer Family - Germany

TW sexual and domestic abuse, baby's death

Margrite started the year with sad news: she was pregnant again. Rasmus had continue to have sex with her the nights he came home drunk, resulting in pregnancy.

She had a terrible time with the pregnancy. It had been difficult to take care of Erika and keep her away from Rasmus. She took Erika with her every single day to the Magic Realm while she practice magic.

Margrite gave birth to another baby girl called Salmey Kragh. She was born healthy and strong.

But, one day out of nowhere, little Salmey appeared dead next to her crib. Margrite was devastated. And she knew it was Rasmus who did that.

Margrite confrontated him but it only led to more yelling and hitting...

That days, Margrite and Erika spent most of the time in the Magic Realm with Simeon and other spellcasters.

Erika aged up into a toddler in the Magic Realm :)

Births [3]

IRELAND

Conall Driftwood: 1324 -

GERMANY

♰ Salmey Kragh: 1324 - 1324, by murder

Fabian Bucket: 1324 -

Birthdays [2]

ENGLAND

Thomas Stone: 1323 -

GERMANY

Erika Kragh: 1323 -

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1323 - Rising Witch

Stone Family - England

Isaac and Clementia spent the most part of the day with Leonard, teaching him how to walk, trying new food... etc. Leonard loved spending time with his parents.

Weeks later, Clementia announced that she was pregnant again! Isaac was so happy with the good news that he started working harder at the farm and also, he enjoyed collecting frogs and fossils to sell.

Months later, she went into labour while she was feeding Leonard and Isaac was selling at the market. She gave birth to a baby boy named Thomas Stone who was very healthy :)

In this year Leonard Stone aged up into a toddler. Even Clementia aged up into a young adult.

Also, by the end of the year, Thomas Stone aged up into an infant. He looked so much like Isaac but his eyes and hair were so similiar to Reynilda's that Clementia couldn't help but smile everytime she looked at him, remembering the person who raised her as her own daughter :')

Driftwood Family (Tome's side) - Ireland

After Arthur passed away, Tome and Kelly tried to rekindle their love by woohooing and trying for a baby, but it didn't have the impact they wanted. Kelly wasn't able to get pregnant, so the relationship didn't improve the way they wanted...

Also, Tome Driftwood aged up into a young adult.

Bucket Family - Germany

In the Bucket family, Sophie went into labour and gave birth to a baby boy: Hartman Bucket. Sadly, he didn't make it into an infant because he fell out of the crib days later after being born.

Zymmer Family - Germany

TW sexual and domestic abuse

Margrite began the year super pregnant, but also stronger than before. She took good care of herself: when Rasmus came home drunk from the tavern every night, Margrite had dinner ready for him with sleeping pills on it so he went straight to bed. He never realized that and always thought that it was because he worked long hours and wasn't so young anymore.

She gave birth to a baby girl called Erika Kragh. She didn't want to have children, specially with her abusive husband; but as soon as she had Erika in her arms, she swore to protect her with her life. Rasmus was very furious about the fact that Margrite had a baby, he thought that at least she could have had a boy instead of a girl. That was why Margrite always carried Erika with her, so she wasn't alone with Rasmus.

With the year passing, both Margrite and Erika aged up: Margrite into a young adult and Erika into a beautiful infant. Soon, Margrite realized that Erika was a witch herself and she even got her birthmark in the forehead.

This revelation only increased Margrite's protection towards Erika, so one day she told everything to Simeon, her best friend.

Now with Simeon's support, Margrite felt more motivated to be an amazing witch. She bought herself a cauldron (the excuse was that she like to cook on it) and bought a portrait of herself in the Magic Realm from when she was pregnant.

Life with Rasmus was the same but now at least Margrite wasn't alone anymore and she could enjoy the time he was out.

A new powerful witch and her little daughter were starting her way up to the top of witchcraft :)

Births [3]

ENGLAND

Thomas Stone: 1323 -

GERMANY

♰ Hartman Bucket: 1323 - 1323, by felling out of the crib

Erika Kragh: 1323 -

Birthdays [6]

ENGLAND

Leonard Stone: 1321 -

Thomas Stone: 1323 -

Clementia Stone: 1303 -

IRELAND

Tome Driftwood: 1304 -

GERMANY

Erika Kragh: 1323 -

Margrite Kragh: 1304 -

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