#pero i hope you can see my vision

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San Miguel - Romancero Gitano

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Hiiiiii

for your Sundae thing, I’d like to do the roll for a fic option.

Americas Ass Dice bc lol, Pedro character, and if you could combine a smut and fluff prompt that would be awesome, but if not just smut is fine.

this is such a cool idea ❤️

hi lovely!!!! ok so….this one got away from me. I rolled a smut and a fluff and we got “is this real? are…are you real?” for fluff and “take off your clothes before I rip them off your body” for smut. and I rolled my favourite medieval grump, Pero Tovar! thanks for requesting, sorry I took so long, but I hope you enjoy! 💕

take my hand - pero tovar x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k (it got away from me I’m not lying LOL)

warnings: canon-typical violence, war, fighting, pero is a bit of a simp, explicit sex, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit even in the old days okay)

(gif by @pedrohub)

Pero finds himself in the middle of yet another war.

He follows William, because he owes his friend a debt — a life debt. If William had not bartered for him, Pero would still be rotting away in that cell, or perhaps the soldiers would have lit black powder beneath his feet just to see what would happen. He tries not to think about it too hard.

Regardless, he has followed William, and his friend has somehow lead them to the edge of another battle, one far too large and vast for them to steer around. Everywhere he looks, blood spatters and arrows fly. The glint of blades make his hands hunger for his own swords, the sound of metal clashing ringing in his ears as they inch nearer.

“There is no going around this, Pero,” William says, squinting into the fray. “I wonder what sparked such bloodshed.”

An arrow whizzes past their heads at that point, embedding itself in a tree not three feet from Pero’s horse. In response, the steed rears back, tossing Pero from his saddle before disappearing in the direction they’d come. “Stupid fucking creature,” Pero grits, wincing as he gets to his feet. William slides from his own saddle with slightly more grace, and claps Pero on the shoulder.

“All we can do is move through the fray, my friend,” William says, pulling the bow from his shoulder and nocking an arrow.

Before Pero can protest, William disappears into the battle and Pero’s view is quickly obstructed by the clashing soldiers. With a growl, he unsheathes the two blades at his back — grateful as anything that William had thought to return them to him — and darts forward, swords at the ready.

As he moves through the fighting, finding William a little ways into the crowds, an interesting memory tugs at his mind, nearly tearing his focus. He lifts his curved blade to block a sword aiming for William’s back — though they bare no colours, he knows the pair of them appear enemies to either side — and the memory sparks to life.

+

He was young, too young, when he left the village he had grown up in. Barely out of boyhood, he was conscripted as a soldier, forced to fight in a war he had no interest in fighting. His mother had wailed when they carted him away, his little sister hiding her tears in their mother’s skirts. Their father had died not a year prior, and his entire being had instantly filled with worry at leaving them alone.

Pero reached his hand out, calling to his family, when you suddenly stepped into his vision. You grabbed his hand, running to keep up with the soldiers carrying him off, and squeezed his fingers. “I’ll watch over them, Pero,” you promised, your eyes bright with tears. “Just come home to us.”

He’d known you since he was small. The house you lived in bordered his own, a small fence separating the scraps of land. You’d grown up together, in a sense, spending your childhoods running through the grass behind your houses, playing pretend in the trees and swimming in the river that snaked through the village itself.

He was barely a man, and you were barely a woman, but you had the ferocity of a girl beyond her years. Pero could see it, even then, and especially when you swore to take care of his family.

It made conscription a touch easier, knowing someone he trusted was looking out for his mother and sister. Still, he longed for home, and on especially lonely nights, he longed for you.

The night before the soldiers had come to take him away, you’d rapped on the back door of Pero’s house. His mother and sister were asleep, and worry had leapt into his throat when he first opened the door to see you standing there, your eyes shining with starlight. “Is something wr—” he started, but you shushed him and grabbed his hand, hauling him out the door.

“Come with me!” you whispered excitedly, and Pero let you drag him down through the grass, right to the edge of the river. He tried his best to ignore the spark of warmth between your twined hands, the sounds of the night filling his ears as you toed off your shoes, gesturing for him to do the same as you stepped into the water.

“What are you up to?” he questioned, but followed you, the water lapping at his ankles.

Your hands were still linked together, and you pointed up to the sky. “Look, Pero.”

He’d never seen so many stars. The open air in the fields generally offered some impressive night skies, but this was something else. Too many to count, little dots of light everywhere his eyes moved. And then, as he stared up, something shot across the sky, as though a star was trying to move from one spot to the next. He hasped and you clutched his hand with both of yours.

“Isn’t it amazing?”

Pero’s gaze lowered, catching on your face, upturned like his. Your expression of pure awe was nothing short of beautiful, and his heart climbed up into his throat.

He’d always known you, but for the first time, he felt like he was seeing you.

“It is,” he agreed, and his free hand slowly lifted, palm finding the curve of your jaw, fingers fanning across your skin. “You are.”

“Pero—” you started, your face tilting back down to his. He moved closer, testing, making sure you wanted this just as much as he did. When he paused, you pounced, and when his lips met yours, Pero swore he saw the starry skies above bursting with light behind his eyelids.

You stood there in the riverbank, water around your ankles and your arms finding their way around each other, kissing for what felt like hours. When the water grew too cold and the sky above started to lighten with the coming day, you parted and moved back onto the grass. Pero found a blanket for you to lay on and kept himself close to you, kissing you in different ways, finding which way you liked best.

“I heard rumours,” you said after you’d both broken apart, desperate to catch your breath, “that the King’s men are marching through the villages conscripting any men old enough to fight.” There was fear in your eyes, burning hotter than the starlight. “That means you, Pero.”

The realization had sent a chill down his spine and he’d nearly toppled back.

“Promise me something,” you continued, finding his hand and slotting your fingers through his. “Please?”

He nodded and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Anything, bonita.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I promise.”

+

The quiet thwip of an arrow zipping past his ear yanks Pero back to the present, deposits him back into the fray. His grip nearly falters as another blade connects with his own, but the memory of your voice, suddenly so clear, has him tightening his hold, swinging the blades down and around, the point of his own sliding through the gut of his attacker. The man falls with a groan and Pero can feel his heart hammering in his chest, rioting like a caged bird.

It’s been an age since he thought of you, thought of his promise.

It was not for want of trying. He fought the King’s battles for years, lost more friends than he cares to count. Your voice in his head kept him going most days, led him through each practice with his swords, every day growing more and more confident in his blades until they felt more like an extension of him than a weapon. He had to keep himself alive, keep himself whole, so he could one day return to your village, to his family. To you.

But the wars had other plans and soon enough, he was a man grown. There were other women, and he knew you would have had other men. You were beautiful as a young girl, and Pero would be the first to admit he’s often wondered how your beauty flourished over the years. 

With every clang of his sword, he wishes you well, wishes you a happy life, a man that loves you, takes care of you. Maybe a house in that village you both grew up in, your own children running up and down the lakeshore where he’d first kissed you. He’s loath to admit he wishes he was the one to give you that life, but he wishes it for you all the same.

Men fall on both sides of him, and Pero continues through the fray. He’s lost William for certain now, and just focuses on moving forward, dodging blows on either side, spilling blood of his attackers with nearly every step. 

Arrows fly from both sides and he swears he feels the sharp tip in his shoulder before he sees it. He growls, his left side exploding with pain and launches his curved blade in the direction the arrow came. It finds it’s mark, felling the archer that shot, and Pero barrels forward, ignoring the pain, lunging for the archer and pushing the blade deeper, yelling as he goes.

“Pero Tovar!”

Pero whirls, the voice familiar and unfamiliar all an once, his memory of you tinged with the battle raging around you. Surely he’s not still caught in his own head.

But it is you. Real as the arrow lodged in his shoulder, as the blades in his hands, the hot blood on his face. You stand before him, equally covered in the gore of war. A crossbow dangles from one hand, a short sword from the other, a quiver of bolts for the former strapped to your leg. Blood spatters across your face, a bleeding gash along your collar, the hem of your cloak ripped and caked with blood.

He barely notices the soldiers that rush past as he closes the distance between you two. Your arms open for him, your face pinched with a mixture of concern and relief as he stumbles into you. You hold him to you, tilting away from his injured shoulder, and Pero can feel your eyes everywhere, inspecting him, your hands brushing his back.

Somewhere, he finds his voice, and when he does, he’s that young boy on a riverbank again, not the scarred, war-torn man he’s turned into. “Is this real? Are…are you real?”

Above the din of battle, you laugh, and the sound is like bells. “Yes, Pero, I’m real.”

He tilts his head forward just a moment, until his forehead touches yours, until he can be sure. When he feels your warm skin against his, relief floods him, blocks out any pain he feels. “I thought you—”

You hush him, squeezing his good shoulder. “Time for that later,” you say, pulling back, your eyes darting around the battlefield. He sees a soldier barrelling towards the pair of you, but before he has a chance to raise a sword, you’ve lifted your crossbow and taken aim. The bolt makes a home between the soldier’s eyes, and Pero nearly topples over. “We need to get out of here.”

You stow your short sword, curling your fingers around his wrist. His mind flashes to William, his friend somewhere buried in the fray, and he must speak his concern aloud, because your head turns back to him, your eyes peering over his shoulder. You gesture with the crossbow. “Is that your friend?”

Pero turns, ignoring the pull of the arrow still embedded in his shoulder. Sure enough, there’s William, atop a new horse, shooting arrows left and right, dropping soldiers with every shot. He spots Pero, his eyes flickering to you beside him, and turns the horse in your direction. “Tovar, my friend,” he calls, bow hanging from his grip. “Who is—”

“Ride west,” you order, and the power in your command makes the hair on the back of Pero’s neck stand up. “Clear a path. My horse is beyond the edge of the forest, it’s a few hours ride to a safe place.”

Both men stare at you blankly, Pero hoping his gaze is full of admiration while William just looks confused. With a huff, you drop Pero’s hand, stalking over and turning William’s horse west. He opens his mouth to protest, but you smack the horse’s rear before he can get a word out, and off he goes.

“Come,” you say to Pero, offering your hand. “We need to go.”

He nods, takes your hand, and you start moving. William clears the path, as ordered, and it’s easier to get through than Pero is expecting. You lift your crossbow as you go, dropping more than a handful of men, and Pero manages to raise his sword more than once, blocking arrows from your body. Soon enough, you’ve reached the edge of the fighting, and you drag Pero into the trees. He follows you blindly, the ache in his shoulder more noticeable now, but he keeps going.

Eventually, you reach your horse, as promised. A chestnut mare that shakes her head at your approach, whinnying happily when you stroke her nose. You climb into the saddle with ease, offering your hand to Pero, and he takes it again, groaning as he clambers up behind you. You click your tongue at the horse, reins in hand as Pero slides his arms around your middle, mindful of the arrow shaft still sticking out of his shoulder. 

It’s not an easy ride. Every trot jostles him, making the pain spark. Somewhere in the first hour, he reaches up and snaps the shaft of the arrow off, tossing it away. It makes it easier for him to lean closer to you, to fit his face in the curve of your neck. You smell oddly good, like blood and battle mixed with something so achingly familiar his chest goes tight with it. He tightens his arms around you, fingers laced together over your belly, and as he settles a little deeper into your back, your hand covers his, brushing over his knuckles in a soothing motion.

“Is that the place?” William calls after the second hour. Sure enough, a small cottage lies at the forest’s edge, obscured enough that you wouldn’t notice it unless you were looking for it. You nod, nudging the horse a little faster. She must recognize the place, because she leads you around the side of the cottage, where a small pasture is fenced off, and steps right through the open gate. You slide from the saddle, reaching up to offer Pero your hand, and he takes it.

Back on solid ground, safe from the battle, he can’t help himself. Your lips part, words on your tongue, but he stops them, takes your bloody face between his hands and kisses you. The world around melts away, and he’s only vaguely aware of the pain in his body, William’s horse brushing past, the win through the trees. For a moment, there’s only you.

It’s a deeper kiss than he’s ever given you. Childhood has melted from you both, kept alive only by the memories, from the affection he’s held for you all these years. Something in him stalls then, has him pulling back, a flicker in his chest when he sees the way you chase his lips, your eyes hooded.

“Gods, I’ve missed you,” you murmur, and the hesitation that made him stop, the thought that your own affection had waned over time while his had stayed alive, vanishes, and he pulls you in again. The taste of you is different on his tongue, more addicting, and it brings his body to life in ways he’s only learned since he left you. His mind races, forming images of all the ways he wants to please you, more than the teasing kisses he gave you on the riverbank that night, both of you too young and innocent to know what else to ask for.

William clears his throat loudly, and you break apart, though Pero doesn’t let you go far. He’s still close enough to feel the heat on your cheeks, and he noses at your hair as you address his friend. “We should get inside,” you say, your palm flattening on Pero’s chest. “Let me tend to your wounds and get us something to eat.”

+

A few hours later, and all is quiet in the small cottage. Your stomachs are full, thanks to you — a delicious rabbit stew Pero told you multiple times was the best meal he’d had since he left home — and your wounds have been tended to. Your collar needed a stitch or two, and Pero had to sit back and watch William’s careful efforts; his injured shoulder made it impossible for him to trust himself not to hurt you further. The blood has all been washed away, clothes washed and hung to dry, spares given to both men for the meantime.

You show William to one of the bedrooms, make sure he has everything he needs for a sound night of rest before returning to Pero. Silently, you offer him your hand, and he takes it. His heart riots in his chest as you bring him to the other bedroom. The air is heavy with promise, warmed by the fireplace in one corner, and your grip loosens once you’re inside. Pero steps toward the bed, the mountain of pillows and blankets all too inviting, but turns to see you hovering in the doorway.

“If there’s anything else you need,” you stammer out, your eyes glued to the ground. Pero’s brow lifts and he closes the distance between you quickly, pulling you through the doorway completely and shutting the door behind you.

“There is,” he tells you, knocking a knuckle beneath your chin, lifting your eyes to him. They’re just as full of stars as he remembers, just as full of wonder and promise. “You, bonita. I need you. But only…only if you’ll have me.”

Your breath rushes out of you, warm across Pero’s mouth. “If I’ll—” You cut yourself off, falling into his arms. He catches you and holds you close, the flat of his palm roaming your back, sliding down the curve of your spine, just hovering over the dip of your lower back, the swell of your ass.

“Move that hand lower, Pero Tovar,” you murmur, a slick smile on your face, “or I’ll move it for you.”

He does as he’s told, grabbing a handful of your ass through the thin linen trousers you’d donned after getting cleaned up. For a second, he thinks his mind is playing tricks on him, that the heat the greets his fingers when he adjusts his grip, slides his hand past the waist of your trousers, gripping your skin for real, that it’s a figment of his tired imagination. But then a moan slips out of you when he grips you again, your knees parting to let his thigh slip between them. Pero drinks down the noise, kisses you like he had when you’d first arrived, not so silently begs for more.

Your hands clench in his shirt, a soft cotton tunic you’d given him to wear. He can feel the bite of your nails through it, and he’s desperate to feel your skin against his. You tug at the material and Pero grins. “Tell me what you need, bonita.”

“Take off your clothes,” you bite out, reaching up with on hand and gripping his chin, nipping at his bottom lip, “before I rip them off your body.”

He moves as quickly as he can, the ache in his shoulder unnoticeable as he tears the tunic off, reaches for his trousers. You’re naked before he is, and his trousers are barely off his hips when he sees you, all of you. He can’t stop himself, grabbing you, pulling your body flush to his and bringing you back to the bed. He lays you out, lets his mouth rove lower than you lips, tasting the flesh of your chest, ducking your nipple between his teeth. He’s attentive, watching the way your body reaches to each touch he offers.

Pero sets himself beside you on the bed, his mouth moving back up to your own while his hand wanders. Your knees snap together when his hand travels past your hips, cupping the heat between your legs, trapping him there. He smiles into your kiss. “So wet, bonita,” he murmurs, letting one finger tease your dripping cunt, the heel of his hand grinding into your clit, “so sensitive.”

You whimper into his kiss, the sound like honey to his ears, and Pero buries his face in your neck, nipping at your pulse. “Wait, Pero,” you say softly, and he freezes, pulling back, searching your face.

“What is it?” he asks, using his other hand to brush the hair from your face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no,” you assure him, shaking your head, chewing your lip. “It’s just…”

His brow lifts. “Are you…” He can barely get the question out. “Are you a virgin?”

“No,” you reply, lifting your hand and tracing a finger over his scar. “That’s just it, Pero. I tried…I tried to wait for you. I wanted you to be the first, but then…” You shake your head again. “They told us you were dead and I…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” he repeats, like the word is foreign to him. “Bonita, I never expected you to wait. I never expected to see you again, truth be told. The god of luck must be on my side, throwing you back in front of me like this.” He drops his head, presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, careful of the injury at your collar. “I wanted you to be the first, too, but I…” He clears his throat. “I can think of something much better.”

“What’s that?”

“Perhaps I can be your last, and you mine.”

Your breath hitches as you pull him back down to you, the next kiss you offer even deeper than before. Pero drinks you down, memorizes the tastes of you. His hand works between your legs, two fingers pressing inside you, finding that deep spot that makes your body jolt in his arms. He murmurs to you softly in Spanish, words he knows you understand, and coaxes you up to that peak, thumbing at your clit as you topple over, gripping his wrist tight enough he can feel his bones shift.

“Pero,” you groan out, your chest heaving as you come back down, your lashes fluttering as you breathe. “More.”

“More, bonita?” he prompts, pulling his hand away, licking his knuckles clean. He’s not shy about it, sucking the taste of you from his skin, dropping his face to your chest when he’s done, scraping his teeth along the curves of your breasts. “Tell me, how much more do you need?”

“Need you inside, Pero,” you reply, your body writhing beneath his, back arching into his mouth. “Need to feel all of you.” Your hand snakes down between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock. It makes his breath stutter in his chest, but he doesn’t let up his ministrations, nipping at your sternum. “I can’t tell you how many nights I laid awake, with my hand between my legs, thinking of where you were, the man you’d turned into, how well you’d fuck me if you were there with me.” Your other hand grips his chin again, lifting his head from your chest, your eyes locked with his. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

“Sí, bonita,” he grits out, and maneuvers you both the best he can. He slides to the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap. You’ve got him hard as a rock between your hot kisses and your heady touches and your dirty words, and his cock bobs against his stomach, sliding through the dip where your thigh meets your hip as you settle into his lap. “You like it like this?”

“I’m yours, Pero,” you say, your voice soft. “You can have me however you like.”

The words make something in his chest snap. Pero slings his arm around your waist and lifts you just enough to notch his cock at your entrance, groaning at the heat that instantly floods him. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls you down hard, filling you to the hilt in one fell swoop, and the loud gasp you let loose is music to his ears. 

“Mine, bonita,” he growls, gripping your hips in both hands, bouncing you on his cock. “All mine.”

Your words are gone, replaced with open-mouthed nods, your brows pinched together. You twine your arms around his neck, locking your fingers in his hair. Pero plants his feet on the ground, uses the floor as leverage to piston his hips up into yours, driving his cock deep into you, finding that same spot his fingers had grazed. It makes your body seize, your chest plastered to his, and Pero can feel the quick thump of your heart as you start to climb that peak once more.

He’s not far behind you, and when you clench around him, pleasure flooding your body a second time, he can’t hold back. Pero drops his mouth against your shoulder, bites down hard, and your responding moan has him spilling deep inside you, painting your insides with his spend. The feeling is almost too much, overwhelming in all the right ways. 

“Gods above,” you murmur, your fingers stroking through his hair, your lips at his temple, “that was…”

Pero lifts his head and finds you mouth, giving you a soft kiss that tastes of salt and a tinge of copper. “Everything, bonita.” Another kiss. “That was everything.”

[chizue-witchery]

⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing: Jaiden Animations & Roier

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: Jaiden Animations, Roier

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: Roier is holding her hands like she'll disappear from his grasp and she doesn't understand why. She's right here.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 1,010

⚜️. *. ⋆ Warnings/Tags: major character death, hurt no comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, angst

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: "How many fingers am I holding up?" || @whumptober Day 1 • Doesn't Realize They've Been Injured || @badthingshappenbingo • "Don't cry." || 100 Ways to say "I Love You" Challenge Prompt#39

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A/N: before clicking the read more, this is a disclaimer that they are the characters/cubitos and not the content creators themselves!! other than that, i hope you enjoyed reading my first ever whumptober entry! <3

"¿Cuántos dedos tengo en la mano?" A voice calls out to Jaiden; a voice she can barely recognize due to her ears ringing, squinting her eyes to try and recognize who is holding her hands tightly. She could feel a wet pooling sensation beside her, wondering what it could be.

"Mírame, Jaiden." Jaiden didn't even know she was off looking to the side, away from the face she could barely recognize, turning back to look at the face. She could barely make out any of the person's features but she recognized the bandanna that is currently wrapped around her hands.

Someone is holding her hands like she'll disappear from their grasp and she doesn't understand why. But she knows who owns that bandanna.

"Roier…?" She whispered, realizing how much it hurt to say something. Her throat burns and she doesn't know why.

Her vision is slowly clearing and she could see Roier's panicked expression; an expression Jaiden hasn't seen on him for a long time. She wonders why he is looking at her like that. His grip on her hands never seemed to waver, but she could feel them shaking.

"Jaiden," he said, his voice sounding calm and collected even though Roier's expression isn't. He lets go of one of her hands and lifts a finger. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Jaiden squints her eyes, her vision still not fully cleared. Still, she answers, "... four?"

Roier's brows furrowed. He repeated the question, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

She must have guessed wrong, then. She tries again. "Three?"

Roier shakes his head, then sighs. "It's one, Jaiden."

"Oh," is what all she says, not knowing how to respond to it. She must be out of it if she got it wrong twice.

Jaiden tries to get herself up, but Roier prevents her from doing so. "No te muevas, Jaiden– don't move," he tells Jaiden and she stops. "Las pociones no funcionarán contigo. Estas demasiado herido."

When Jaiden doesn't respond, Roier remembers she can't check the translation device due to it being broken during the impact. "The, ah, potions won't work on you. I don't want to risk it."

Roier would've already used a totem of undying to help her, but one has already been used on himself; still feeling the after effects of using it.

Jaiden slowly nods, wondering if it's just her or is her vision getting dark. Her head is starting to hurt too, shutting her eyes close to help ease the pain for a brief moment. "What.. happened..?"

Roier releases Jaiden's hands, wrapping an arm around her instead to keep her steady. "The Code attacked us while we were exploring." A pause. "Hice lo mejor que pude para protegerte, pero fallé…"

Jaiden hums and exhales a shaky breath. "Thank you for protecting me, Roier…"

"It wasn't enough," he retorted. "Aún te lastimaste y ahora estás—" He stops himself from continuing his words.

Jaiden didn't need the translation to know what he's talking about. She could feel it in the way the pool around her doesn't stop, even with the bandages wrapped around her waist. Her breaths are getting shorter and she opens her eyes so she can look at Roier one last time, even if it feels heavy.

"Thank you for being the best partner I could've had in taking care of Bobby," she slowly starts out and Roier's eyes widen.

"Cállate, Jaiden–" he says, "We're going to get through this. Don't—" His voice cracks at the end.

"It's okay," Jaiden whispers, lifting her hand to caress Roier's cheek, noticing the blood (her blood) smearing it. "It's okay…" she repeated softly.

Roier's eyes never leave hers as he places his free hand on top of hers, closing his eyes as a tear rolls down his cheek.

"Don't cry, Roier." She tells him with a smile while the tear droplets land on her face. "You'll… you're going to get through this…" Jaiden's smile never wavers even as more tears drop on her face. She only looks at him like she always does; safe. "You have Cellbit, Foolish, Forever– you have everyone by your side."

Roier shakes his head. "I won't have you."

"No… no, you won't." She slowly shakes her head. "But it's okay."

"It's not." told Roier, eyes brimming with more tears. "No puedo perderte también–"

Jaiden quietly shushes him as she lifts herself up a bit to press their foreheads together as she closes her eyes. "You're going to be okay."

Roier closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then he opens them once again to look at Jaiden. This will be the last time he'll see her. He can feel it's going to be the last time he'll see her.

She won't respawn and they both know it.

Which is why Jaiden tries her best to be strong for Roier even if her body hurts a thousand times more every time she moves. Because Roier has always been strong for both her and Bobby, it's time for her to be strong for him.

She stops holding Roier's cheek and wraps both of her arms around him, giving him comfort in her final moments because it's the only thing she can do.

Roier wraps his other arm around her, keeping her close because it's the only thing he can do. They're way too far and there isn't enough time to save Jaiden's life.

It's the end.

"Te quiero mucho, Jaiden…" he whispers to her as the sun sets behind them.

"I love you too, Roier," she whispers back to him as her hold on him loosens, feeling colder and colder by the second.

"Saluda a Bobby de mi parte…"

Jaiden never got to hear his last words, her eyes closed with a contented smile as she slumps over Roier.

She never got to hear Roier cry nor did she feel him shake her body as he tells her to wake up over and over again until he had to be dragged away from her body.

Jaiden's gone and Roier breaks.

[zelengph]

My safe Skies

NASA TAMANG TAO NA BA ANG LAHAT???

Kasi ako nasa tamang tao na :) Hi .. It's me again Just want to share yung mga masasayang moments na nangyari sakin this past few days .. One of the best feeling is when you're tired the whole day and then you started talking to that certain person in the evening that makes you feel perfectly fine in an instant that person is your rest, more like your home , yung tipong kahit hanggang bahay kausap mo siya , lagi ka niyang pinapasaya magdamag kayong magkasa usap kahit video call lang . My time na nakatitig lang ako sakaniya and then ngingiti ako at marerealize na ang swerte ko kasi dati wish ko lang kay lord na sana makakita ako ng lalaking ittrato akong maayos ngayon ang ibinigay niya sakin sobra pa. Bigla ko naaalala kung pano ako itrato ng last relationship ko to the point onti - onti na nawawala ang respeto ko sa sarili ko , dati nililimos ko yung love na gustong ibigay sakin ng lalaking gusto pero ngayon nakukuha ko na never ako nagdoubt sa kaniya araw araw matutulog akong nakangiti then gigisng ng nakangiti pa din , yung time na nililimos ko sa maling tao before nabibigay na sakin ng tamang tao ngayon. Get a man who has a plans and thinks about future. Hindi yung puro kabastusan at papogi lang ang alam , Get a man na hindi puro small talks lang like " Kumain ka na ba? " " Gawa mo ? " but choose a man who talks about his habits and what he wants for the future. A man who listens to you, support your vision, see you win , and a man who will learn for you , Choose a partner na magbibigay sayo peace of mind and happiness, not stress and consistent lies, yung hindi man ikaw ang top priority pero binibigyan ka ng oras. Above all yung marunong makuntento sa isa, not the one who has eyes for very girls, At tsaka isa sa mga basic rule dyan wag magmahal ng taong kailangan pang bantayan para lang hindi ka lokohin, know your worth.

In a world of full of chaos and change, where everything seems so strange, One things remains constant and true, My love and devotion to this person, Through the highs and lows, The joys and the sorrows I'll choose him always today, tomorrow and all days, in his arms i find my peace a love that will never cease, I'll choose him always until the end of my days. Out of all people i have met in my life, There's somethings special about him that sets him apart from the rest. I can't quiet put my finger on it, But there's a certain quality in his personality that is so refreshing and unique, When I'm with him, I feel like i can be myself without any pretenses or mask. his authenticity and genuine nature have bee a breath of fresh air in my life and i'm so grateful to have him in it.

Hi love , Thank you for everything you've done for me. I appreciate it all. You don't have to doubt your actions, You're doing great and I know that you've been doing all the best you can just to provide the love and support that i deserve. I don't know how i can return it but i will do my very best to do every thing I should do. You're worth it. Iloveyou .

To my love i hope you don't change , the nights we talk, The days we're together, You don't know how much you make me happy. When you leave me, The smile in my eyes may also disappears, So thank you for treating me right. Thank you for always reminding me how i deserve all the good things in life, Thank you for being a good listener and for choosing to stay despite of my flaws

again, ILOVEYOU :)

You're my safe skies

[laivanlang]

Balang araw, Ako rin

Disclaimer: Ang blog na ito ay naglalaman lamang ng totoo at valid na emosyon mula sa isang taong patuloy na nagtitiwala kahit mukhang imposible. bow

nabasa niyo naman sa titulo, balang araw ako rin

may ideya kaba kung tungkol saan ito?

well, para sa isang procrastinator, may vision ngunit walang aksyon, at day dreamer na gaya ko, I spend most of the time scrolling lang sa social media.

pag nagsawa sa facebook, punta kay tiktok. pag nagsagawa, gora sa instagram and so on and so forth. so syempre, marami kang makikitang stories ng mga friends mo na kung saan saan na nakakagala, nakakakain ng mga masasarap na pagkain, café here café there. name it

so syempre para sa isang puritang gaya ko, ano sa tingin niyo ang mararamdaman ko while looking at those pix and vidiyows?

ang makahula, bigyan ko isang stick ng nescafe 😜

kung ang naisip mo ay ‘maiinggit’, tumpak ka fren. you just won a one stick of nescafe! 🎉

I think it's normal.

It's normal to ask and compare your situation, bakit parang ang dali ng buhay para sa kanila? Bakit sila hindi hirap sa pera?

Hindi ko magets pero alam niyo yung nauso sa tiktok na, "paano mo narealize na mahirap kayo noon?"

te, ngayon kami mahirap. ngayon ko nararanasan ang hirap. tipong pampamasahe lang papuntang bayan na nagkakahalaga lang ng P40 back and forth, te diko afford. kung afford ko man, iisipin ko nalang isang sardinas at itlog na rin yon pang ulam. odiba ganoon kami kahirap ngayon

may trabaho naman ako. yun lang, yung babaeng 16 yrs na pinagkagastusan ng kaniyang mga magulang sa kaniyang pag-aaral, naging minimum wage earner lang. yung tatay ko, paextra extra nalang sa construction ngayon. dalawang bahay pa sinusuportahan niya.

kung magtataka kayo kung bakit, wag niyo ng alamin. personal na yorn

tapos dalawa pa ang ginagapang naming makapagtapos ng kolehiyo so ang ending, utang here, utang there

ganern

kaya you can't blame me if I feel insecure and inggit whenever I see people my age, living the life I want

believe me, I'm pushing myself to be positive. to not get discouraged pero as a normal person with an emotion, I can't be positive all the time. I can thank God all the time. I can't be happy all the time. Kristyano ako, oo pero minsan ang sarap nalang magmura dahil sa sobrang hirap ng buhay

like, hanggang kailan pa itong paghihirap na ito, Lord? kung sana buhay pa si mama baka hindi ganito eh kaso wala na siya eh. hayst

pero ayorn alangan namang pakamatay ako diba. yes, I'm sorry for being vulgar pero that thought is already playing inside my mind

as much as possible, I try not to ever say "sana all" again and use "balang araw, ako rin" instead.

para atleast, hopeful parin diba. para atleast nagpapahayag pa rin ng possibility

ayorn, diko man alam kung may nagbabasa nito pero gusto ko lang maging transparent and show my vulnerability. eme

[apopcornkernel]

hello,,,,,,, song rationale under the cut because im very extremely normal about them

GUSTO WITH YA by DENȲ

I know I'm independent but I think I need ya Kayang mag-isa pero mas gusto with ya (I'm fine alone but I would rather be with ya) Parang mababaliw when I don't get to see ya (I feel like I'm losing my mind when I don't get to see ya) Sanay nang 'di umasa but ang gusto is ya (I'm used to not hoping for more but what I want is ya)

i've said this countless times but im so so obsessed with how much dinahbabs depend on each other and how babs literally called dinah for a mission in one of her lowest points and especially parang mababaliw when i don't get to see ya in the context of control freak babs like oh....

Gusto ka lang makasama kahit na abot umaga (I just want to be with you even 'til the morning) 'Di mawawalan ng gana, ikaw lang ang nakikita (Can't possibly lose any eagerness, you're the only thing I see) My definition of vision, no, I ain't into submission But that can still be your mission, forgettin' all my cautions

do i have to elaborate

Sanay nang mag-isa, pero mas sasaya Kung lagi kang makakasama (I'm used to being alone, but I'll be even happier If I'm able to always be with you)

😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 yeah.

CAPABLE OF LOVE by PINKPANTHERESS

Right now I think you're the cause of my grief And I haven't slept well for a week You are somebody that I want to keep But you said, "It's not deep," and to that answer, I weep

loser babs is something i cherish so deeply like if anything the coffee sleep deprived fanon stereotype shouldve gone to HER and not tim!!!!

i think ALL the time about the post that's like "i am so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend i'm serious" AND I THINK THAT . gestures at green arrow. gestures at dc who mostly pushes dinahollie and is also too much of a coward to ever outright queer a character as big as black canary (begging dc to prove me wrong btw). gestures back at babs

It's weird how people still think it's pretend The bond between us doesn't end But they don't know the long distance we went The one that we'll put behind us Now that we're more than friends

you know all those fucking panels where either other ppl are like "wait girlfriend as in...?" or that one where one of them was like "haha stop that they'll think we're an item 😝😝😝" yeah.

I always wondered if we passed on the street And I still never asked you yet to meet But there's no other place I'd want to be Than sat here replying to someone on a screen

PRE-REVEAL DINAHBABS MY ABSOLUTE BELOVEDHSJHKJFHKHGKSKLDJFLKSD god guys you know how much of a SUCKER i am for identity shenanigans.... the proper reveal in the hunt for oracle was amazing, dont get me wrong, but it would have also been amazing to keep the identity stuff going aughhh

And I think I need a picture 'cause it's never enough To see you smilin' in my mind when I lie still in the dark It starts with you-ooh Starts with you-ooh

pre!!!!!!!!!! reveal!!!!!!!!!!! dinahbabs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't you read everything you're supposed to? (Three little words, dedicate them to me) I'm wastin' away I feel so cold (Please make them personal then say them to me) I got a confession, I've never given up (My focus is everywhere, I'm not listenin') I just need to know if you're capable of love (I got a readin' on my palm just to see)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE CHAIN by FLEETWOOD MAC

okay honestly i don't think i have to explain this one too much because no homoerotic relationship with partners closer than life is complete without the chain by fleetwood mac

SAY I'M UR LUV by UMI

for this one it's mostly vibes but this part of the chorus is also very!!!

If you talk to me really nice, you could be the pilot, you could be the boss With my top down, city ride, where we going? I Never need to know So we could dance, you could spend the night Tell a pretty lie and I could say I'm your love

dc comics hire me i will write a birds of prey oneshot where babs is on the field with dinah for a recon mission and their cover is that they're together. and also they will almost get caught snooping but then kiss me, quick! and they can't seem to stop once they've started but then alarms blare somewhere else in the sprawling manor and they stare at each other hair mussed and lips swollen and "so." "yes." "we should go." "we should." and they pick their wits up back from the floor and save the day and get the baddies jailed and they will never ever acknowledge this moment ever again in their lifes. except maybe to take out the memory in the stillness of the night and turn it over in their hands, chest tight with everything they will never say, can never say

HURRICANE DRUNK by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE

the whole plot of this song is about getting wasted bc u saw the person ur deeply irretrievably in love with in the arms of someone else. do i have to even elaborate. i am so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend im serious

VILLAINS OF CIRCUMSTANCE by QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE

I miss you now, what's come over me? We're hostages of geography The wait is long and heavy too Despite what you're accustomed to

LDR dinahbabs amen

I know life moves on, that's what scares me so Have no intentions of letting go Only us, no one in the world Only us, no one in the world

loving birds of prey additional characters of course but the original duo will forever hold a special place in my heart and in my delusional little head i think dinah and babs think of it sometimes too. in particular i think of that panel in bop #61 where babs said she was thinking of bringing helena in permanently and dinah started making objections 😶👉👈

I'd better do something, move earth and sky And patiently, sweetly, with all of my might I sing only for you, to the beat of my footsteps in the night

the beautiful thing about dinahbabs on the field is how despite the fact that babs rarely goes out herself, she's still able to rescue dinah always,,, the way she will literally call all sorts of favors just to get her out of danger,,,, it does something to me

WALK BACKWARDS by MAUDE LATOUR

I guess I'll never understand The line between our love and romance 'Cause when I look at you I Fall right into a dream Under galaxies in the middle of the city in New York So, I say thanks to an unknown force

im sorry but i dont think dinahbabs should ever be together. i need, no i REQUIRE them to be in the most horrendous situationship to ever ever exist. actually this is already canon in the bop in my head

Me and my friends do whatever we want And by friends I really only mean one in particular And that's you

i know they have lives and loved ones outside of each other but hear me out: what if they didnt

IM SORRY LMAO JFHDJDFHGKJD i'm just a hugeee sucker for those really unhealthy codependent relationships

Mmm, your hair's untied And it's only just about a quarter to nine You live east, so I walk backwards Sun's slippin' south on the west-side And we still got the rest of the night You live east, so I walk backwards babe

on twitter the artist explained this lyric as such: “In the summer I have a promise to see every sunset. But I live on the east side … and the sun sets in the west. So to get home I have to walk backwards to watch the sun slip… It’s about that perfect summer feeling”

and i think this kind of caught-breath soft summer moment is sosososo them like all the quiet longing buried under everything and everything..... and the laughter and the smiles and the setting sun warm and gentle on your face.........

I know your boyfriend's mad Watch you grabbin' my hand all day So, I just play it cool

do i even have to say it!

SYNERGY by UMI

When I move and I ain't thinking It's natural when you walk in (Yeah) Feel you, honey (Yeah)

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Theory of relativity I feel your gravity I couldn't let myself believe I told myself to breathe

dinahbabs magnetism and unconsciously gravitating to each other in every room yep yep!!!!

COME OVER by CARLY RAE JEPSEN

'Cause you do something to my patience I can't hardly wait

hgjdhgjkjhfgjkhdjgsh hey .

Come over, come over, I'm ready to see you Whatever you're schemin', I'm already dreamin' Come over, come over and don't keep me waitin' Got nothin' on my mind but the two of us

whatever you're schemin i;m already dreamin. GOD. DINAHBABS

After hours, there's a space for you in heaven Picnic on the floor by a warm fireplace Up to now, there were tens, but you're eleven Let me show you how you fit right into place

GKDFSJGHJFHKSJHKGHDFGSLDKFGHSDLFKJHDKJFGHSDKJHKDJHDKJFHGKSJDFHJKFH i'm sorry i'm not coherent but DINAHBABS also the last 2 lines,,, i can't help but think about that side story in bop secret files where babs was literally going through and discarding female superheroes for the honey trap mission in black canary/oracle: bop until she finally settled on dinah as the perfect candidate THAT WAS FUCKING INSANE

DINNER & DIATRIBES by HOZIER

Honey, this club here is stuck up Dinner and diatribes I knew well from our first hookup The look of mischief in your eyes

oh god thinking again about that hypothetical bop comic i would write where they both go out on the field for recon and their cover is being a couple at a fancy eventkdfghdgjkghfdjgl

Your friends are a fate that befell me Hell is the talkin' type I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me What you'd do to me tonight

hey;h.,lghjglmdfhkjgsdfvb,m//gn../l

yeah.

Scarcely can speak for my thinkin' What you'd do to me tonight Now that the evenin’ is slowin’ Now that the end's in sight Honey, it’s easier knowin' What you'd do to me tonight

YEAH.

Tell me, tell me, tell your man, ah

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

that is all. sorry to end with a whimper instead of a bang. also! midway throughout this post i realized i would do anything for someone to call dinah oracle's attack dog 😁

[digitalnomadhub]

My vision of Self for 2023

So I am answering these prompts:

Write out the following (be as specific and detailed as you can):

Who you want to be

What you want to do for work

Where you want to live

What your ideal day looks like

How you will contribute to humanity

What people you will surround yourself with (network and social circle)

Feel free to keep the stream of consciousness going by answering more questions that come to mind.

When your actions begin to habitually align with your vision, your character development will follow.

So here’s my answer for now:

Who you want to be

I’ll put role model muna since this is not vivid yet. I want to be like Ruffa, level-headed and magaling manamit kahit hindi mahal yung suutin. When it comes to work, I want to be like Jaycel. Mabilis magwork at madaming natatapos. Mabilis magmove on, at may outline na sinusunod. Nagtatry din ng bago and nagchichill pag may time. Be super masipag like DM Bens and sa finances, katulad ni BM Thrix and Ruffa. I’ve seen it. Hindi talaga sila magastos nung una.

What you want to do for work

I want to have a service business catering many clients, like Luigi. Ngayon, small time pa lang pero I want to have HNW clients eventually, sa tax and insurance. I wanna upgrade my skills to do that. I also want to do charity works semi-annually. Teaching financial literacy, budgeting or accounting without fees. Then I’ll have scholars din. 

Where you want to live

I want to live in Japan. That’s a deal-breaker. Like I want to go there for so long na hindi ako magtatrabaho dun. I hope I can make it to a point na hindi lang bakasyon kaya ako nagpupunta sa Japan, I can work there na rin without being guilty kasi kaya ko namang bumalik balik.

What your ideal day looks like

I’ll wake up at 7AM, preparing breakfast with cereals and smoothie in my condo, like Lavendeire. Do an exercise or walk while listening to podcasts, motivational talk, or foreign language audios or simply music. Then, I’ll drop by at a cafeteria for lunch, grab plant meat burger or bread while reading, then start working in the afternoon in the same cafe. In the evening, I’ll meet friends or do something recreational. Then meditation, skincare and sleep.

How you will contribute to humanity

By teaching and sharing my knowledge and skills.

What people you will surround yourself with (network and social circle)

Network - hustlers, goal-oriented, disciplined, dreamers, leaders, freelancers, entrepreneurs

Social circle - cheerleader, supportive, positive, w/ growth mindset, accepting and listener

There you have it. Let’s see how my mind and life changes with these things. I am admittedly tamad and hindi talaga feel magwork so I wanna instill focus and personal goals to keep me moving. yay. Not always for money but for this vision! For this better me! <3

PS. Goal ko maging self-sufficient yung parents ko. I’m planning and taking baby steps.

[chaoticgeminate]

Vanilla Sugar

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Plus Size Fem!Reader Rating: M (Implied smutty fantasies, blood and violence) Word Count: 2.4k Prompt: Soft - Pero Tovar

Potential Warnings: Mentions of fighting, briefly mentioned harassment, Pero has very not safe for work fantasies that are skimmed over

Notes: This is my contribution to The 12 Days of Beecastle by @nothoughtsjustmeds to pay homage to the lovely and amazing @beecastle for being so sweet and lovely and a really great part of the PPCU comunity.

This is a Modern AU where Pero is an Underground Fighter, no scar (which is why I used a Zach GIF), and I am open to asks about these two or this little world of theirs.

His blurry vision made it nearly impossible to climb the stairs of the apartment building, hood pulled over his head as low as it would hang to hide the marks and swelling from curious neighbors, and his steps were clumsy as he reached his landing; to the point that his knee buckled when he stepped on it wrong, making him stagger and very nearly ram his face into one of the thick metal doors.

Instead, his hands slapped onto the surface flat, to catch himself, and Pero very nearly screamed a curse to any God that might be listening when he realized it wasn’t even his door. It took every bit of grace to not fall on his ass when he reeled back a step, then two, before he hurried to try and get into his own space before she came seeking the source of the noise.

His keys slipped right out of his shaking hands though, landing with a thud on the hideous dark green carpet, and the door behind him slid open.

“Hello- oh! Pero, you’re back very early tonight.” His jaw tightened, teeth clenched to avoid making her face the brunt of his self-inflicted anger, and he used his door as a balance to bend down and get his keys off the ground. He just knew that if he looked at her it would be over, she’d see the hideous discoloration on his skin and the swelling indicative of his job.

His very illegal job, at that.

He had some regrets for not taking Oberyn up on his offer for a ride to the man’s private physician to sleep off his injuries where he’d be asked less questions. But Pero didn’t trust strangers easy, he had been hurt more for less, and wanted to recover somewhere he felt safe. She made a noise of concern when he nearly buckled getting back up and Pero’s heart lurched at the sight of something, someone’s hand, in his peripheral.

Instinct won over self-control, snatching her hand before she could touch him and immediately letting go before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life, and instead of backing off she pressed on like he hadn’t just proven that he could do serious damage to her based on his reaction time alone.

Pero flinched at the softness in her voice as she whispered his name, trying -and failing- to get his key into the damn door from how badly blurred his vision was.

When he finally turned his head to look at her the sympathy in her expression left him unable to fight it, the way she held her hand out to his, she looked so damn pretty in her flour covered apron with a smudge of it sitting high on her cheekbone and on her nose, and he slipped his keys into her hand and watched her open the door to his place with ease.

“Can I- do you have a first aid kit? Pero?”

He didn’t deserve her kindness, her care, he was only good at breaking things like her. Something soft and delicate, gentle in a way he could never hope to be, was destined for destruction and ruin in his hands.

“Sí.”

But God did he want to just be around her for a little bit longer.

She followed him inside and Pero wondered what she thought of his sparse apartment, the couch was a ratty old thing he’d gotten off the curb and instead of a dining table he had his gym equipment in that space for when he wanted to weight train at home. He had two barstools that didn’t match at the counter between the kitchen and living room, both of which came from places he’d gotten kicked out of, and the best thing in his whole place was the lumpy full-size bed tucked away in the bedroom.

But she didn’t say anything about it, sitting him on the couch and returning with the white box; it needed to be restocked soon, he had less gauze and antiseptic than he thought, and his head hung a little in shame at the fact that she could see just how often he had to resort to using this kit of his.

Pero wondered if she was starting to finally wise up and have some fear of him or his life.

He would never forget his first day in this place, taking out his trash from the few boxes he had with him, when he’d found her being hassled by two men from another building that happened to share the dumpster. They hadn’t been so brave at his arrival, when he’d tossed his things into the recycling bin and put himself between her and the bastards with a threatening silence, and finding out she lived right next to him had been a happy coincidence on her part since he could escort her to her door without having to go too far out of his way.

Even now he insisted she let him be the one to take her trash out to the dumpster, regardless of how “uptown” this place was, and in return she would give him pastries and savory breads. The experiments, she’d confessed almost conspiratorially when she’d made a chorizo cheese braid, and he wasn’t going to tell her that he struggled not to just eat everything in one sitting.

“You should really restock this thing, if you’re going to keep coming back all beat up.”

His eyes lifted to her face, the almost sheepish look she wore was so fucking pretty, and Pero’s brain finally caught up with what she’d said.

“You have seen me like this before?”

He watched her bite her lower lip in a guilty fashion, wanting to stop her and press his thumb into that plush skin instead.

“Mhm, I had a loaf of bread for you and heard you come in so I planned to give it to you before you went to bed but- you were in pretty bad shape when I looked through the peephole and you seemed… dangerous. I was worried but also, well-“ she stopped herself before sighing and Pero had a feeling he knew what she would say next. “I was scared. What if whoever hurt you ended up coming into the building after you? I thought you were attacked, or mugged, until the second or third time I saw you all bruised up. At that time, I hadn’t wanted to keep you in the open, just in case you were followed.”

“You haven’t told anyone, have you?”

He watched her head shoot up, eyes round in shock, hands immediately raising as she shook her head rapidly; as if the more rapid and wild her motions were, the more sincere she could come across. Pero was ignoring the fact that she’d worried about him that first incident, that she had wanted to protect him, he just couldn’t handle that right now.

“Of course I didn’t, Pero, I wouldn’t- I don’t know what you do and I wasn’t going to make any assumptions of you when you’ve been so kind to me.”

His heart ached at her confession, at her belief that his pride was kindness, but he couldn’t find it in him to correct her. Pero wanted her to think good of him, he wanted to try not to ruin her the way he did everything else that was soft and gentle, and he captured her hands in his as lightly as he could.

“Gracias, I will re-stock when the bruising isn’t as noticeable.”

“I could- I could go and get what you need, that way you have it on hand.”

Pero was about to argue, to fight her on this choice, but stopped himself from doing so at the determination in her expression. He didn’t get it at all, she should be fucking scared of him or worried he would hurt her.

“Why do you want to help me?”

“You’re kind to me, Pero, you protected me when nobody else did. I appreciate you and I want- I don’t like seeing you hurt and now knowing how much of this stuff you go through? I don’t know what you do and it’s not really my business but you don’t have to deal with it alone, okay?”

Those earnest eyes, wide and sweet, lips pulled down in a slight pout… he was lost to her gentle care as he nodded once and leaned his forehead down to rest against hers. He could let himself be her friend, her protector, and that would be enough. The soft press of her fingers smearing antiseptic on the very slight cuts, the ones that wouldn’t need bandages, was featherlight and so different to what he was used to.

All while she chattered about her day, about the customers at the bakery who insisted on leaving tips or the man that came in once a day and would ask her on a date each time despite her refusing constantly, and Pero hoped she didn’t notice the way his jaw clenched so he didn’t say something stupid.

His resolve about being her friend was shattering as quickly as he decided it, wanting to go to her work like an overprotective boyfriend to assess the competition. He couldn’t no matter how much he fucking wanted to.

When the last cut was cleaned, after she used one of his spare washcloths to get the blood and sweat from his face, Pero finally looked at her only to feel exposed and vulnerable at the open kindness in her eyes. He reached up and brushed away the flour smear from her nose, to distract himself, and her confusion turned into a giggle that made his heart clench.

He wanted to know if her lips were as soft as they looked, to find out if the smell of vanilla that lingered around her was a result of her baking or if she always smelled that way, but he couldn’t allow himself to find out. She deserved better than a man that could hardly read and earned his money in an illegal fighting circuit.

“Pero?” He felt his chest squeeze again, he’d been leaning up closer to her mouth as he stared at her this whole time, and he intended to back off until her breath was so close that it puffed against his lips. “Are you going to stare at me or kiss me?” His brain hadn’t quite caught up with the question but his body had, lips slanting to seal against hers, and he was right that they were so soft and sweet like the treats she made at home.

It was the first breath of air after being underwater too long, it was the spring sunshine breaking through winter’s lingering chill, it was water after walking through a desert for days. It was too much but not enough and Pero continued to ignore all the things telling him this was a bad idea, ignored all his worries and doubts, because he was right to believe that he couldn’t stop.

Now that she’d opened that door he was all but plowing through the threshold, pulling her against him to straddle his lap -she tried to fight him on that but he didn’t give her the chance because he wanted her to be as close to him as possible- as he tilted his head to slide his tongue past the seam of her lips; she yielded to him, a breathy little sound escaping her as her lips parted willingly and her tongue brushed against his.

He pulled back like he’d been struck to look at her, take in the expression of affection on her face, and even though it was a bad idea he was a greedy man.

“You want this? You want me?”

“I’ve been trying to flirt with you for weeks now, I don’t just give away things to everyone.”

The petulant look on her face made him smirk before his head tilted.

“I thought those were experiments?”

Watching her cheeks puff up as she was caught in her little white lie made him chuckle, until it really dawned on him that she’d made all those delicious little breads and pastries for him, and Pero cupped her face in his hands as if she were something fragile. He was trembling with restraint and the ache in his muscles, in the swelling on his face, began to truly set in with each little bit of time that passed.

“Thank you, I am sorry for not noticing sooner.”

“You can make it up to me by coming to mine whenever you’re coming home like this, I’ll keep my first aid kit more than stocked up.”

He wanted to argue but Pero was feeling too exposed and needed reprieve from the overwhelming softness she was practically pushing on him right now.

“Are you going to dress up like a nurse too?”

The lewd suggestion made her fluster and Pero was about to apologize, not wanting to push too far too soon, but she interrupted him with a tug on his stretched shirt collar.

“Maybe I will, if it means you’ll actually sit still and let me take care of you. If you- if you like that sort of thing I mean.”

It was his turn to fluster, his mind creating the image of her in the skintight mini-dress costume, and Pero captured her mouth in another kiss to silence the conversation before he could lose all semblance of self-control. His brain stopped him though, cutting through the desire with the blaring sirens of the implication of her words, the way she was trying to get off his lap.

He grabbed her waist, the skin and curves yielding to his hold, settling her back and bringing one hand back to hold her chin in place.

“You are beautiful, I know it’s hard for you to believe that with how many people try to tell you otherwise but it is true.” Pero could hardly care where her skin overlapped, where her clothes bunched or hung loose or even hugged tightly, none of that mattered to him and watching her eyes well up made him determined to prove to her that she was gorgeous and perfect and the one he wanted.

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[carlosfruitsnacks]

"Creep"

summary:

— Ever since Carlos' eyes landed on you, he never felt so out of place. You were everything he wanted because you're everything he's not. Carlos felt undeserving to wish to be with you, that's what he believes at least.

genre:

— songfic, angst to fluff

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— none

EVERYBODY THANK @carlossamor FOR PLANTING THIS IDEA INTO MY BRAIN. HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY!

His veins often get tangled close whenever he sees you around town, Carlos would momentarily forget how to breathe because of how mesmerized he is with you. Carlos stays nearby, watching you. As much as he denies it, he knows for a fact he's involuntarily stalking you. He starts shaking at the thought you'll catch him and think he's some sort of freak. Pero dios, he couldn't help but want you much more each day he sees you.

Carlos tends to linger by, though not too close. If necessary, he'll shapeshift into some random person just to watch you, but not too close. He had a fear that if he went too close, he'll break you. He sees you hanging out with his brother and cousins, Camilo successfully brings a laugh out of you. He turns violent red, never in his life did he wish to be in his place, he'll make silly performances if it means getting a smile from you.

"You, oh, you are so cool"

He hears you say only to his twin brother. Carlos bites his lips as he continues to watch. Mierda, if only you'll say that to him instead. You'll say that he's the coolest person in the world, you'll swoon and sigh. He cuts off his daydream as he turns away. That was impossible, he knew. He's anything but cool, he's a fucking creep. Yeah, he literally follows you in his free time because he couldn't get enough of your face.

It's always been like this. Carlos never found a place in this town, he never truly felt like he belonged or fit in his family. It was literal hell trying to squeeze himself somewhere, but all in vain. When you came in, he thought he belonged there with you, right beside you and that you belonged with him too. Carlos scoffs at himself at his petty attempt to justify his attraction to you.

Carlos stands alone by the house's courtyard. It felt so cold and dull. He can feel this tidal wave of emotions kicking in, he draws in a shaky inhale. He shuts his eyes, trying to stop his eyes from watering.

"When you here before"

He begins, his tone slightly quivering. Carlos gulps and prevents bile from rising in his throat. He tried to breathe.

"Couldn't look you in the eye"

He sings. He pictured the beautiful color of your eyes and your picturesque features. Carlos can feel himself grow weak only by this.

"You're just like an angel"

Carlos opens his eyes. He was surprised to see your figure in front of him, somewhat glimmering. Was he growing insane?

"Your skin makes me cry"

He continues. The thought of his fingertips tracing your smooth skin made his chest grow tight, shit, was he that touch-starved?

"You float like a feather"

He sees his vision of you in front of him, laughing and dancing around him. Carlos was so fond of the way you moved in every way, he could watch you every day.

"In a beautiful world"

Carlos inhales sharply. As much as he hated being around here in Encanto, with you, it seemed as though it changed. His eyes never viewed the same things as they originally are. His eyes never left the vision of you.

"I wish I was special"

Carlos sang then looks down at his hands, calloused and rough unlike yours. His face contorted into melancholy, he shuddered at the thought of his body.

"You're so fuckin' special"

He spat lovingly towards you, but the vision of you fades away into dust. Carlos can feel this hot sensation in his gut, it was bubbling and causing him to feel too warm. He balled his fists, he can hear loud music playing but he doesn't give a care

"But I'm a creep"

Carlos' voice rang melodiously throughout the courtyard. It echoed loudly within the walls, almost starling him. He begins to rely on this hot feeling in his gut.

"I'm a weirdo"

His voice turns louder. Carlos felt like he truly embodied what he was singing, his melancholy face morphs into frustration.

"What the hell am I doin' here?"

He gestures his hands around, the walls of the casita felt as though is choking him as he begins to struggle to breathe. Carlos forces the air into his lungs, repressing the urge to break down to his knees.

"I don't belong here"

Carlos' voice suddenly becomes timid. He makes his way outside, his vision was growing hazy the longer he stayed alone in there. He began walking towards the path that leads into the forest. He gritted his teeth, the music turns hushed.

"I don't care if it hurts"

He sings. He continues his way on this path towards the place where he felt the most comfortable. A makeshift place to make him feel like he belonged somewhere.

"I wanna have control"

He pauses then looks again at his palms, the skin on his fingers thick and peeling off. He closes his hands into a fist as he quivered. He can feel his eyes getting wet again.

"I want a perfect body"

Carlos admits as he wrapped his hands all over himself, he imagined it was yours and you were giving him an embrace. He felt so stuck and helpless in his own body.

"I want a perfect soul"

His voice grows softer, he begins to sniff. Carlos continues to shut off his sadness, preventing himself to cry. He faces ahead on the road.

"I want you to notice"

He doesn't get shocked to see a vision of you again, but you're looking at him, waiting for him to follow you. Carlos can feel the corner of his lips curve up.

"So fuckin' special"

Carlos starts to move, his eyes only locked on your figure as you turn around and lead him further into the forest. His heart beats with acceleration when he walks quickly.

"I wish I was special"

Loud music blasts as Carlos breaks into a sprint, chasing you down and into the forest. Eventually, he reaches the familiar clearing that he called his own.

"But I'm a creep"

He stands in the center and sings louder into the sky. He felt the air rush into his lungs as he can finally breathe and fully embrace the tidal wave of emotions within him.

"I'm a weirdo"

The music grows louder with his singing. Carlos can still see your figure lingering around, radiant as ever. He watched you like a hawk, like a creep he thought he was. He begins to accept the version of himself he always tried to suppress, he grinned and reaches for the guitar he always had laying around in the clearing.

"What the hell am I doin' here?"

Carlos plays the guitar along with the music, he sings his heart out to this vision of you his mind probably projected. He couldn't care less if he was indeed hallucinating of you.

"I don't belong here"

His voice turns rough as he strummed his guitar faster and harder. The music shifts into the bridge, Carlos makes his way toward you. Then he flinched as he saw the expression on your face shift into horror.

"She's running out the door"

He sings and watched this vision of you back away from him in horror, seeing the fear in your features terrified the fuck out of him. Carlos couldn't help but imagine that this would be the look on your face if you knew who he was.

"She's running out"

Carlos sees you turn away then begin dashing away from him. Damn, why does have to hurt himself this way? He continues to strum the strings on his guitar along with the music, not daring to stop you from running away. His stomach was in knots, his skin felt hot, and his chest felt beyond weightsome.

"She, run, run, run-"

He doesn't notice his voice wavering as he sang, the strumming on his guitar starts to falter. The vision of you becomes transparent as it bursts into dust, confirming that it was only his vision. Carlos' throat begins to burn.

"Run!"

Carlos' voice roared through the forest, he shut his eyes, unaware of the few stray tears dripping down from his eyes. He keeps his eyes closed as he aggressively plays the guitar in a passionate rhythm, images of you keep flashing in his mind.

"Run..."

Carlos' voice sang longer as it eventually slows down along the music. He inhales sharply through his nostrils, thinking he has expressed his emotions too much. He opens his eyes, he's still alone in the clearing. He pauses the strumming of his guitar, then begins by playing a much serene melody.

"Whatever makes you happy"

His voice becomes gentle, he realizes that the music died down and he's alone with only the sound of his guitar. Carlos' gaze was set ahead, he was thinking about that perfect smile on your face caused by Camilo.

"Whatever you want"

The tightness in his throat increases but he doesn't let his voice falter. Carlos never felt so pathetically in love in his entire life, who is he even? It was so unlikely of him to strum his guitar and sing wholeheartedly this way.

"You're so fuckin' special"

It all comes back to you again. It didn't matter what he was feeling, what mattered the most was you. It's always you that Carlos learns how to be selfless, it was you who made him shudder in his own skin. He was so self-aware and afraid of what he was because of you.

"I wish I was special"

Carlos wished that he was special enough to be with you. You're just so remarkable that he couldn't take his eyes away. It was so easy to imagine what he wanted to be but it's so hard to become it. He sighed.

"But I'm a creep"

If he's never going to be what he wants, so be it. Fine, he's nothing more than a creep who held feelings for someone he can never ever have. Carlos poured the rest of his sorrow on the strumming on his guitar.

"I'm a weirdo"

He sings with his eyebrows furrowed, allowing himself to accept the reality he finally realizes. Carlos lets the ache take over him.

"What the hell am I doin' here?"

His eyes begin to sting for holding back his tears for too long. Carlos sets his gaze down, focusing on the hurt inside overtaking him. It felt so unfair to be alone like this, his twin brother always had everything, especially a place where he belonged

"I don't belong here"

Carlos' voice turns timid, almost ashamed. His gaze set downward to his fingers softly strumming the guitar, suddenly, he feels hollow.

"I don't belong here"

He finishes with one last strum on his guitar. Carlos was prepared to pretend this never happened, to act like he wasn't hurt. However, as he turns around, he doesn't expect you to be there, watching him with wide doe eyes.

"¡Santa mierda!"

Carlos cursed and drops his guitar. You gasp as your face contorted into concern, you approach him slowly. Dios, you didn't know how to explain that you saw and listened to him the entire time he was in the clearing. He had the voice of an angel! There was no way that it was possible to tear your eyes away from him. When he strummed his guitar it was as though he caught you by your heartstrings. You blushed when he gave you an odd look.

"Ay, lo siento, Carlos. I didn't mean to...follow you here and watch you"

You set your gaze away, missing how his jaw instantly drops. Did he hear that correctly or was this another illusion his mind created to trick him? Carlos remains silent, he swallows and tried with all of his might to say something.

"I couldn't resist not listening to your voice, you sound wonderful, Carlos"

You mustered enough courage to admit to him and look back, you see this unfathomable expression on his face and it scared you that you might've said something wrong.

"You...you watched me..."

The tone of his voice was low and it made you wish you could crawl into a hole and never come back out again. You felt embarrassed to be caught watching another person and invading their private time. Your face turned hotter as you hid your face in your hands. Meanwhile, Carlos was losing his shit internally. You looked so adorable! He really hoped he wasn't dreaming and this was you for real.

"I...that song was about you [Name]"

He confessed. He might as well do it now or never. You peek through the gaps of your fingers, then shyly removed your hands from your face.

"Re-really? Why?"

"Because I like you, [Name]. For a long time now"

Carlos takes a step forward, approaching you as cautiously as he can. It didn't matter to him that you watched him pour his shitty feelings into a solo number, what mattered is that you were here. Carlos thought he was swimming in the clouds when you thought his voice sounded wonderful.

"Dios mio, do you mean that?"

You asked, wanting to confirm if it was true. Carlos nods his head, you let him get close. You didn't mind, you were never afraid of him despite what the townsfolk would say. You can admit there's this little attraction you have with him but now you're alone with him, you literally fell head over heels in love.

"I...shit, I'm sorry. This is too sudden"

He recoils. Carlos returns to his senses, you reach your hands out to him, halting him to run away from you.

"No, no! It's okay, Carlos. For the record, I don't think you're a creep..."

You say while tucking your hair behind your ear, you momentarily looked at the ground then back at Carlos who looked like he was about to combust any minute now. You bite your lip.

"I mean, I just watched you sing your soul out there without you knowing. I guess I'm a bit of a creep too you know"

Carlos tried to digest and process what you were saying but he grows short-circuited and does the unthinkable. He grabs you then pulls you close and collided his lips with yours. Your heart skipped several beats as you feel your eyes flutter close and tangle your fingers into his hair, kissing him back.

loosely based on this scene from the book of life, another fantastic movie

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[selineram3421]

Camilo X Reader: Tears XIX

{ XVII , XVIII }

Summary: Apologies and Thank you's.

~

As he looked up at the dark cloudy sky, Camilo knew his mother found out and he would have to rush back to Casita to calm her down.

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"Lo siento señora pero-", the shape shifter starts, looking at the clouds and then at his friend's mother.

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"It's fine.", the woman pats his shoulder. "Go to your mamá. We'll be over in a bit."

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The green eyed teen nods and starts to run back home.

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Rain starts pelting down, making the stone roads slippery and somewhat dangerous to run on. Lightning and thunder go off, making the teen worry even more than he already has.

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I hope Pá is able to calm down Mami before I get there. He thinks hopefully and catches himself from slipping as he makes a quick turn at a corner.

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Casita opens the doors and Camilo takes a quick second to catch his breath in the entry way before heading off to find his mother. He finds her pacing in her room muttering to herself. The anemometer spinning like crazy with the strong winds gusting about in the room.

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"Mami?", the boy calls out, walking into the room.

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"Oh Camilo! They are so hurt and the swelling, the bruising around their neck!", Pepa sobs and more lightning strikes go off. "Aye, por favor, go and check up on them. I'll be fine, I'll be fine."

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"But-", he goes to speak when his father enters the room with a cup of tea.

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"Camilo? It's ok, I've got this. Go and check on your friend.", Félix says and pats his son's back.

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With a sigh and a nod, the teen does as he's told and leaves the room.

As he makes his way to the guest room, his mind races with anxious thoughts again. Camilo quickly shakes his head to get rid of them. "They'll be ok..", he mumbles, trying to convince himself.

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When you woke there was a burning and squeezing pain in your throat, it hurt to breathe.

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"Y/n!", you hear Mirabel shout and feel someone help you sit up carefully. "Here, I have some soup broth that my mamá made.", she says taking the bowl from the nightstand and sitting on the edge of the bed.

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It hurts the first time but then it doesn't after the third and fourth sip of the soup broth. The pain in your throat and head fading away, your vision getting clearer.

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"How do you feel?", your friend asks.

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"Sleepy.", you whisper.

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Dolores enters the room with most of the Madrigal family behind her.

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"Oh pequeño, thank goodness you're ok.", Pepa says rushing over and holds you.

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You hum and lean your head on the woman's shoulder, patting her arm.

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Alma tells you that you can sleep over and that she'll let your parents know they are also welcome to when they get here.

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Noticing Camilo standing off to the side, you whisper to Mirabel that you want to rest but need to talk to her cousin.

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"Ok, get some rest. Camilo, can you stay with them for a bit? I need to get something.", she says and stands up, guiding everyone out with a certain look on her face.

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Somehow, everyone understands and leaves the room wishing you a good night.

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It's quiet.

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Camilo fidgets with his hands, not daring to move them from his side. Clenching and un-clenching them into fists.

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He sees you make a "come here" motion and slowly walks up to you. The floor boards creaking as he does so, his heart pounding so much he feels like you can hear it. Finally, he sits on the edge of the bed, not looking at you.

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With a small frown, you take one of his hands, seeing the cuts and bruises.

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"I'm sorry.", Camilo whispers, afraid of you hearing the waiver in his voice.

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It takes a few seconds for him to register that you've pulled him into a hug. His head resting on your shoulder and your arms wrapped around him, hands on his back.

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"Thank you Camilo.", you say in a hushed tone.

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The green eyed teen cries for a second time that day and hugs you back.

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"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry..", he sobs.

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You shake your head and hug him tighter, also beginning to cry.

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All was ok now.

~

Let me tell you. I was stuck. STUCK on how to write out this chapter.

This whole time I was like: I NEED them to get a better relationship but how? And then, after a lot of imagination experimenting (and also having to do life stuff because I had to schedule out my classes) this came to existence.

Thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Until next time~✨

~Seline, the person.

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[lucanto-fandom]

Hey guys, I'm back with my new Encanto OC!

WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.

As you can probably tell, I saw Encanto and I LOVED it! And since I'm part of the fandom now, I have an OC that you (the fandom) might like! Especially if you love animals!

But before I continue: I mainly loved Encanto because it takes place in Colombia, a Spanish-speaking country, and after three years of taking a Spanish class... I squealed to say the least.

Without further ado... My OC is right here!

This is Oscar [Madrigal]. He MAY look like a serval, but trust me, I know about South American wildlife, and I know they have ocelots. Oscar is a slender Bengal cat with green eyes and a plumed tail.

His gift: Super Speed! I was gonna go with "Enhanced sense of smell" or "X-Ray Vision," but I figured Super Speed was more plausible. I also considered "tail elasticity, "immortality," and "Supersonic Meow."

His gift ceremony was... Different. Like Mirabel, he didn't get a door. Plus he was the only animal in La Familia Madrigal/Encanto in general who has a gift. For this reason, he doesn't feel like a Madrigal.

And now for a bit of angst:

"Puede que no sea un Madrigal... O al menos no me siento como uno... Pero al menos tengo un gran cabello." Use a translator for the angst, unless you know what it says already.

Oscar is a lightweight cat, weighing less than seven pounds. But for what he lacks in weight, he makes up for in mach speed. Visualize this: he sees a rat (that isn't one of Bruno's rats), he'll have it hunted down and killed in under ten seconds. That's how swift he is.

He gets scared easily (you can imagine him being a nervous wreck at that dinner scene). And when he does get scared, he'll curl up against the nearest person, flatten his ears, and tremble.

But when he's not having a nervous breakdown, his service to the Encanto is "pest control". Like, say there was an outbreak of mice. He'd be on the job in a jiffy.

When Oscar's not on the job, he's spending time with, in his feline eyes, the best family in the world. Don't get me wrong; he loves everybody, but he has the strongest bond with the grandchildren. Allow me to explain...

How Oscar is treated/how Oscar acts around each Madrigal.

Abuela Alma: Oscar is aware of the generational trauma she's gone through. He understands how she didn't want to lose any more loved ones. He's on his best behavior in Alma's presence, and saves his energy for later when he's playing. He didn't appreciate the pressure she gave him, though...

Pepa: Unlike most other cats, Oscar LOVES rain, and water in general. Not that he enjoys seeing her in a bad mood. Usually when Pepa's in a bad mood and Oscar shows up, her spirits are lifted almost instantly. They relish each other's company.

Félix: Oscar usually gets Félix's attention by either meowing loudly or rubbing himself against his legs, purring up a storm. Oscar is a lover-bug and enjoys playing/cuddling with Félix.

Agustín: When he goes somewhere when there might be bees, Oscar comes with him in hopes of scaring them away. Yet again, he is easily spooked, so if they DO get attacked by bees, Oscar will either run away or hiss at them, but never swats. He's gotten stung before as well, but not as frequently as Agustín. Like the rest of the family, they get along very well.

Julieta: Let's not assume that Oscar doesn't have a mischievous side, especially when there's food involved. His all-time favorite food that Julieta makes are her arepas. Whenever she makes a batch of them, Oscar has plotted to steal them on more than one occasion. Despite that, Julieta and Oscar love each other dearly. He's even helped her cook on occasion.

Bruno: was slightly afraid of Oscar when they first met, because he's known for hunting small rodents (i.e rats). But Oscar willed himself not to. And after hearing everything that Bruno went through the past ten years, he almost immediately befriended/trusted him.

Isabela: Oscar had somewhat complicated views on Isabela. He didn't like how she treated him as opposed to how she treated her youngest sister (Mirabel). But he does love the flower crowns she's willing to make for him. After "What Else Can I Do?", he almost literally cried for her, knowing that she deserved to be happy.

Dolores: He's typically quiet when he's near Dolores, respecting her enhanced hearing. The only problem he has with being quiet is that he gets paranoid that someone's planning on sneaking up on him. In return, Dolores is very gentle and sweet with Oscar.

Luisa: is also very gentle with Oscar. He just wishes she didn't get anxious whenever he wants her to pet him. When she isn't too nervous to pet him, they're soft, easy strokes from head to tail, and gentle hugs should he ask for one.

Camilo: Oscar and Camilo are basically bread and butter. In other words, BESTIES! Oscar wants to roughhouse? Camilo's willing to get a few scratches and bite marks in exchange for playing with his favorite (and only) cat. Wants to be picked up/carried? Camilo will pick up/carry him. Would you believe me if I told you that he loves Camilo so much, he WEARS A LIGHT BLUE RUANA WITH LITTLE PAWPRINTS AND LIGHTNING STRIKES TO SYMBOLIZE HIS SUPER SPEED? Believe me, because he does. Would you believe me if I told you that Mirabel made it?

Mirabel: Oscar loves Mirabel to DEATH, and vice versa. He sympathizes with her the most, seeing how she didn't get a door like the rest of her family. He also felt bad that neither of them got a door, yet Oscar got an actual gift. So she doesn't feel terribly jealous, he tries not to use his gift too much around her.

Antonio: Especially after he was given the gift to talk to animals (even though Oscar can already speak fluent English), he adored little Antonio. Heck, believe me when I tell you that Oscar was trusted to babysit a couple times.

Other

Mariano: The second he heard "he wants five babies," he disliked Mariano. When he and Dolores get together, though... He develops a "you hurt her in any way and I'll come for your kneecaps" kind of attitude. By that time, they're on good terms. He'll let Mariano pet/carry him.

(I know this is a long post. I'm sorry. Read on if you'd like.)

So yeah, Oscar loves his family very much. Easily scared, but he's a giant baby.

Other facts about Oscar you might like to know:

Where he sleeps heavily varies. He'll sleep anywhere comfortable; the courtyard, the balcony, the railings, the room of his choice... Like I said, ANYWHERE he can get comfortable.

Like a vast majority of cats, when he's happy, he purrs and/or kneads his paws. He usually kneads his paws when he finds someone laying on their stomach with their back exposed. So in addition to pest control, Oscar specializes in back massages! Just make sure you keep your shirt on, he sometimes forgets about his nails...

Oscar sometimes forgets that Casita is alive, and he's been accidentally and intentionally scared by it on more than one occasion. Countless claw marks on the ceiling...

Oscar doesn't quite enjoy Día De Los Muertos very much, since nobody particularly special to him has passed away. Honestly, he just loves being around his family. That's what it's all about, though, right?

As much as he loves being in Isabela's room, because she basically treats him like royalty, all the flowers in her room... He periodically has a sneezing fit. He has a slight pollen allergy.

He sleeps in Mirabel's room the most.

Oscar has random conversations with the donkeys (he named one of them Eduardo). As well as Antonio's animals. Neither talk much. The toucans are too noisy for him, but he LOVES the capybaras and the jaguar. He'll always love talking to Antonio the most, though.

Being the one with super speed regardless, Oscar does get tired. But not easily. Before the Casita came crashing down, he beats himself up for needing a breather when he runs for too long. For this reason, he also kins Luisa.

But Oscar is more pressured because of his fear of just about everything more than his super speed.

Depending on his mood, if he's upset about something, he goes to one of the grandkids. The possible outcomes:

A brand new flower crown from Isabela

A warm, bone-crushing hug from Luisa (or any of the grandkids in general, really)

A nice, quite conversation from Dolores or Mirabel

A good laugh from Camilo's shapeshifting.

Or a brief cuddle with one of Antonio's animals.

Oscar is so passive, he rarely gets mad, and he almost never hisses nor scratches. But when he does get angry, he becomes a livid puffball.

You know Oscar trusts you when he lays himself down around your neck, on your shoulders, like a scarf. This is seen often.

He speaks the most Spanish.

He can sing! He sings "Colombia, Mi Encanto" at the beginning and end of the movie/fanfic. The only songs he won't be taking part in are "Surface Pressure," "Dos Oruguitas," and "All Of You."

He's voiced by Wyclef Jean (after listening to Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" on repeat for twenty minutes). I also considered: Marc Anthony, Carlos Vives, Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee, Sebastián Yatra, Lin-Manuel Miranda, and even Pitbull!

That's about it for now... The reason why I'm doing all of this infodumping, besides the irresistible urge to share my new OC with the fandom, is because, well...

I'M THINKING OF MAKING AN ENCANTO FIC!

So you can look back at this long-as-hell post as a reference! I'm being smart by doing all this exposition now so I don't have to when writing!

It will start off on Wattpad (under the username Icemoor47), then A03 (under the username GalileoTheWaterDog), THEN Fanfiction.net (under the username ThunderClanWarrior502)!

My only problem right now... Is thinking of a good name for it...

[supernaturalgirl20]

Prompt list #2

8. “I’ll take care of you.”

Prompt list # 1

6.Have you been taking care of yourself?”

For either Marcus or Pero. Please and thank you. So excited to read what comes out or your beautiful head. 😊💖🥰💕

Thank you for the prompts my dear I hope you enjoy 🥰 I went with Pero on this one. Love some soft (grumpy) Spaniard 😍

Warnings: fluff, small bit of angst, little bit of angry Pero, mention of sickness, poverty, mention of sex.

Pero has been gone longer than expected and your worried. What if something has happened to him. You would never know. When you married the grumpy Spaniard a year ago, you had asked him to stop selling his sword, that you wanted him home safe, wanted to start a family with him. Pero being the stubborn man that he is, agreed, but only if he could join William one last time. You we’re not happy but you compromised. He promised he would return before winter set in, that he would breed you, keep you in his bed until you were carrying his babe. Promises are worse than lies, that’s what your grandmother once said. You promise things to people, give them hope, when you know you may not be able to do it.

***

Winter was hard to prepare for, especially when you were alone. You had to ensure you had enough food to last in case you could not make it to the village, the animals needed extra care and the house had to be prepared to withstand any harsh winter conditions. You had most done, all that was left was to gather enough food supplies to see you through, making sure to get extra in case Pero returned. Although you we’re losing hope little by little each day that passed without him.

***

Going to the village was burden and a treat. A burden because of the long journey on foot, carrying heavy baskets, but also a treat as you got to catch up with some locals, who we’re always so friendly. You began to feel a chill in your bones, a pain behind your eyes. You knew it was the flu, having been outside in the wet and windy weather without the proper clothing. Something Pero would chastise you for if he were here. I must grab some medicine while I’m here. Your last stop was to Mrs. Smith the baker, she would always throw in some extra bread for you, she was a sweet old women.

“Y/N my child, come come you must sit please, you do not look well. Are you ok?”

“I’m ok it is just a cold or the winter flu, but thank you for your concern, I will take the usual if that is ok.”

“Where is that husband of yours to look after you? It is not right for a man to leave his wife for so long.”

“He should be home any day now.”

She gives you a look as if to say ‘do you even believe that’.

“Here take this tea home with you, it is my special blend, it will help.”

“Thank you so much your very kind.”

“Nonsense my dear, now you must make haste before night falls. I have given you some extra bits to see you through.”

“Thank you.”

You walk out into the street saying your final goodbye. The journey home was long and hard, the baskets weighing heavier thank usual. Making it home just before dark you prepare the drink that Mrs. Smith gave you. It tasted vile but if it helps you will bear it.

***

Sleep did not come, you were up all night coughing and with a fever. By morning you could barely move, your whole body ached. You dressed, unwillingly, but you had one more trip to make into town. How you longed for Pero to be home right now. You left early and were gone all day. You passed Mrs. Smith and she barely let you leave then village.

“Dios mio, my dear you can not walk home like this. You look like death.”

You laugh, well try to,through the coughing.

“I’m ok I promise, I’m heading home now and I promise I will rest.” She offered for you to use her horse and cart, but you politely refused, having never taken Pero up on his riding lessons. You struggled home, as you came over the slight hill, your home just beyond it, you began to feel dizzy. Swaying your vision beginning to go, you collapse on the road, baskets falling on you. You do not know how long you’ve been on the ground, coming in and out of consciousness, you think you hear the distant sound of a horse. A figure looks over you, this must be death.

“Mi esposa? Mi amor please wake up, wake up. No….no you canno be dead. Por qué la dejé?”

Everything is dark, your head feels heavy, but your body feels weightless, like your flying.

***

You wake startled to find you are in your home, in bed to be exact. How did I get here? You here a clatter in the kitchen and some muffled curses. Trying to get out of bed to see who is in your home, the door bursts open and you finally see him. It’s been too long and yet like he never left.

“Hermosa! What are you doing out of bed, you need to rest.”

He lifts you up and gently places you back in bed. He pushes some hair from your face, and he is staring at you with a strange look on his face.

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“I have yes, it have been hard I won’t lie but..”

He puts a hand up indicating that he was not finished. “Clearly not, if I arrive home only to find my wife nearly dead on the road. You should not have been out in that weather, especially when you are no well!” You pull the covers over you, Pero has never been this angry before, not with you.

“I canno believe you were so reckless, I don’t know what I would do if you were gone.”

The anger in him dissipates and he moves towards you slowly, gently lifting your chin so you are looking directly at him.

“I am sorry mi esposa…kiss….mi vida…kiss….mi amor. I was just worried. I am home now I’ll take care of you.”

“Pero you should not be kissing me, you could get sick also.”

“Hmm I will kiss my wife if I want. I am built of strong stuff do not worry.”

He leans in to kiss you again, the warmth of him consuming you. You shiver slightly and he notices shedding himself of his armour, and with nothing on he slides in behind you pulling you close.

“I will keep you warm mi amor, and when you are over this we will start on that family no?”

It was good to have Pero home.

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Sorrow You Are My Light {Pero Tovar x Max Phillips x F!Reader}

CHAPTER I : Insomnia

AU - Vampire Hunters

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Angst, Nightmares, Language, alcohol, yearning, violence (fight) , mention of murder, sword, blood …

Summary: You and Pero were united by fate in your youth due to a tragic event. You will seek revenge from the creature that caused your common suffering all your life without success... Until you cross paths with Max Philips, forcing you to form an alliance with an enemy to destroy a common foe...

Little Comment : Hi everyone, it’s my first series, I hope you will like it (if you see any mistakes let me know and I will correct it) - 1 chapter will be published every week, every Saturday⚔️ Enjoy!

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1440- Transylvania

You have been travelling on horseback for a little more than two days now, with a weather changing from very hot to very rainy, and usually it doesn't bother you, at least not really, because Pero has the decency to take breaks, it has always been like that. But for the first time in decades of travelling together, he has refused to take any breaks, because he says you are close to the goal.

You can understand it, and you feel it too, but you would still like to be able to rest, not feeling your legs or even feeling your buttocks... You don't even know if you don't feel them anymore because of the total absence of sensation from sitting on your horse for this long, or if the pain you felt yesterday has taken over and has become a friend, and the only company you feel at this moment.

Because despite his presence, Pero is far too absorbed in the mission. This is nothing new, in fact, he has always been like this, only usually he has the good sense to admit that sleep is important for a good fight, as well as a somewhat adequate physical form...

"If we are attacked by a vampire now Pero I won't be able to fight". You say as you catch up to him slightly at a gallop. "Stop complaining," he says, slightly grumpier than his natural temperament, which is bound to be an effect of lack of sleep. "I'm not complaining, I'm just right! You know very well that the lack of rest will eventually kill us, if it is not the horses that die long before us! You say, slightly annoyed by his behaviour.

He stopped short, and turned to face you, grimacing, probably aching and exhausted, unconsciously proving your point: "If he runs away, he'll kill more people! You seem to forget what this thing is capable of!" "Forget?!" you say, widening your eyes, increasingly annoyed.

Vampires: demonic beings that have occupied the lands of your country since your childhood. At first, in your youth, their presence was only a myth, which some people described as mad swore they had seen, but as time went on, the world realised that it was all real. These decaying beings, who have no chance of finding the light again, their gaze completely absorbed in the darkness, surrounded by veins resembling the shade of smoke enveloping the sky and covering all traces of the sun. They are the shadows that will hide the light of all normal life since your youth... Since that night sixteen years ago...

You know that Pero can be stubborn, but he is not so deeply stubborn that he tries to pretend to anyone who doesn't know him, although he hides it quite well, he is a gentle man and a good man... Except when he really decides otherwise, as he has done for the last forty-eight hours. So you don't try to argue or have a simple debate with him on the subject, because you know very well what he's talking about and you don't want to talk about it... You've already had enough nightmares since you were a child, so you don't need that.

You gallop alone towards the big city, from where you are not so far now, determined to make a big turn, to let your horse rest, and to rest at the same time in a real bed, and not stones under a sheet for a pillow or an old tavern of the village where you were hunting.

It doesn't matter if he follows you or not, you're far too tired and suffering to care at the moment, and being a very good tracker, you know you'll be able to find him if only a few hours separate you from each other, and at least you'll be able to fight effectively if something happens.

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The city is not as jovial as it usually is. You don't know why, of course, but there's a sort of silent restlessness that mingles with an almost empty square, leaving a black shadow over all those little houses, like a feeling deep inside you that you can see floating over the city.

"Anything interesting in the sky Paloma?"

You turn, coming out of the thoughts that had completely absorbed you, to find that Pero is at your side, handing you a piece of cheese, which he must have bought at the entrance of the city, and that you grab without hesitation the rumbling belly for any substitute of food... His way of apologizing and telling you that you are right, even if he will never admit it out loud...

Pero will never admit it, but he doesn't like to see you turning your back on him. He likes your presence, even if he doesn't express it, he likes to see you smiling, annoying him, lecturing him. He likes the way you've been waddling around on your horse for the last few days, and he knows it's only because of the pain he's putting you through, and that he shouldn't like to see that, he feels a little bad about it at times.... But you are so beautiful... And that ass, God only knows how many times he's dreamed of it bouncing off him...

"Nothing special, just a bad feeling" you say, taking a bite of the end of your feeble dish, "...I don't really believe in feelings you know, but for once I have to give it to you..." he says, kicking the sides of his horse to start galloping "No we should let the king know we're back, maybe he'll explain what's going on.

You nod and follow him, speeding up in your turn, not missing the crosses on the front of each house, as well as some silver objects in front of the windows, which normally would have been looted by the small thieves of the city, but even they don't seem to want to touch them... You start to understand what is going on but don't go forward, hoping that the bad luck hasn't come to your place of living once again, where you and Tovar have decided to stay for more than two years now.

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The throne room which is usually decorated with berries on every table, and bright silk draperies falling from the chandeliers to the ceiling, adorning the sides of the windows are not present, leaving the room in a dullness and sadness that the king and queen usually do not like. But they don't seem to mind, in fact in this room where all the lords are gorging themselves and filling up, they think it is much more agitated than the atmosphere outside. An almost incomprehensible hubbub envelops the room, leaving the king before you, not uttering a word, eyes fixed on you, nodding towards a guard at the back of the room, leading to the inner corridors of the castle, a neutral look on his face, leaving his wife and lords to shout complaints and fears into every ear.

He stands up curtly as the others in the room don't take the decency to stop talking as they usually would, leaving the king to walk out the back door, with you on his heels.

"Where were you?!" He says before you can even close the door to the large hallway, "On the trail of one of them my king" Pero says, bowing his head slightly. "And?" Said the king as he placed his index finger and thumb on his nose, as if trying to relieve a headache. "We had a trail... But we got away from it because of me" you say as you look the king in the eye, not flinching, assuming that a disaster may be looming over the city because of you.

The king doesn't answer and starts pacing in front of you before continuing silently, in a calm and gentle manner that must have always been endowed with "It's nothing... I think you might have guessed it when you returned to the city, but one of them is attacking an area near here..." "And no one was AVAILABLE to stop it?... Dios mío..." says pero a little annoyed that everyone is waiting on you two. "Oh, there were many volunteers... But none came back."

You turn your gaze to Tovar understanding without him actually saying it, what the king is asking you. He nods and you do the same before turning to the king, "Where? Where did you send them?" you say, already beginning to think you're going to regret it, "The Singing Mountain... There was... If you had seen what happened there...".

He couldn't finish his sentence and squinted hard, as if to chase away painful memories buried behind his eyelids. "We've seen it all our lives," Pero said before bowing and walking out to cross the throne room. You do the same, "It will be dark soon, we can't leave now, it would be too dangerous. But at dawn we'll get started. You don't share any contact with him, out of royal respect, and simply turn on your heels to join Pero, already far away, probably thinking of a plan for tomorrow.

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Your little house is on the outskirts of the village, a little out of the way, not that you don't like the presence of other people, but you are simply used to living like this: just the two of you.

You had already tried to live in separate houses in the village when you arrived two years ago, but every night was cut short by panicked screams and the search for comforting warmth next to you, visions and nightmares that you hadn't had in years, memories that were buried in the depths of your mind, every moment and every night that you spent in Pero's arms.

And you know that it was the same for him, even if he never mentioned it. He didn't have to. The simple fact that he would leave his house at one end of town in the middle of the night to join you under the sheets without saying anything and just let you snuggle up to him as you have done since you were children. So, you drifted away from the villagers, refusing to attach yourself to anyone else, only needing each other, sleeping together to hunt and seek comfort from the demons that plague you both when night falls. And sometimes even sharing each other's presence you feel that you are missing something... It's weird, and you don't know what it is. You don't talk about it... But you both feel it as well...

After setting up silver dust, under foliage all around your home and bringing back some stew that an old lady gave you in the village, thanking you for protecting them, and drinking a large pint of beer that Pero had left out in the house, you both finish your well-deserved meal in silence, savouring every mouthful of stew with a deliciousness like you've never tasted before... Or maybe you're just so hungry that everything would seem like a delicacy right now.

The same goes for the bed, having obviously finished before Pero who always takes a second bite and calls you "paloma", which according to what he told you simply means that you don't eat much for someone who is always crying out for food, like a little bird. You quickly head for your room so that you can have a nice bath without being disturbed by his lack of patience who you know would be there asking you every thirty seconds if you were almost finished, wanting to take a bath as well. So you were able to enjoy it fully until the water cooled, letting your muscles relax from the tumultuous journey and the stress dissolve for a short moment you cherished.

"I heard people talking about this mountain when we first arrived..." says Pero from the bathroom, waking you from your near sleep, now lying on the bed "Mmmh..." you reply far too tired to utter a word. Eyes still closed, you sit up slightly, knowing that he won't stop there. "The villagers always said that the devil lived in his heart... I didn't really pay attention to it, since there was never a murder... At least until now.”

You open your eyes hearing his voice much closer than it was a few seconds ago, and the reason being that he is standing by the bed, with only a sheet around his hips, placing his weapons beside him as he always does before going to bed. And for your part you try to look away as you always do before going to bed. At least when you sleep in a bed with him. At first it was quite simple and automatic not to look at him when you were younger and when he is only "dressed" like that... But lately it has become quite difficult... It has become quite difficult to avoid the vision of his broad shoulders and that torso getting thinner and thinner towards his waist, that aqualine nose that you imagine between your legs, before placing kisses on it as on his perfect lips and this goddamn perfect little line on it... And that scar on his beautiful obsidian black puppy-dog eyes, even if you're almost sure he doesn't like it, that scar on his face...That scar gives him a crazy charm... And everytime it become impossible to avoid to look at the droplets falling from his deep chocolate curls, sliding down that nape of his neck that you wish you could mark with your lips, to end up around his pure silver cross, shining on his golden and bronze skin...

It's become so hard to ignore this man who's practically become a god under your hungry eyes, as hard as it is to ignore the coming arousal that you feel between your legs as you watch him walk around in his armor or the mere sight of the veins and muscles in his neck give you unholy thoughts...

You turn around and help yourself to your sheets, crossing your legs to try and forget what you'd like him to do to you in that room and bed right now, thinking about how you probably wouldn't have the energy for it, and you fall asleep quicker than you thought you would, already with your mind bent on what you might find on that mountain tomorrow...

Pero watches your body rise and fall slightly with every breath you take and exhale, as he has been doing every night for the past few years... Since he was old enough to understand that you were no longer just a friend to him, that he was no longer indifferent to your curves, that he would watch you come out of the bathroom out of the corner of his eye and bend over the bed to admire your buttocks that he always imagined grabbing tightly in his hands... But he never did and was content to watch you fall asleep with your back to him, now that he can no longer see you come out with a simple sheet around you, your hair wet and your skin steaming from the good bath he would have liked to share with you... He is only content to fall asleep following your breaths, wanting deep down, much more of his Paloma...

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You have galloped and walked all day to get to this cursed place, making you arrive around mid-day, when the sun begins its descent towards the west.

The forest is not dancing as usual, and the birds, being the reason why this mountain is called the singing mountain by their chirping, have seemingly disappeared singing no more from this cursed place under a river now red with blood. A putrid, foul smell that you can't miss is present on the scene. No bodies. Lots of blood.

"I've never seen this..."

You don't respond to his remark, but you know exactly what he is talking about. A river turned red with blood, accompanied by the smell of death, yet showing no sign of a body near the water or even in the forest you've just passed through.

Vampires kill, and abandon the corpse, having no interest in keeping the body, or if they really want a use for it, they transform the person, but in this case if, the smell of decomposing corpse and the river of blood should not be present at the scene.

"I don't like this Pero...".

He doesn't answer and just grunts before pulling out his sword and pushing you back slightly. You do the same and pull out your sword, never having doubted his ability to sense the presence of another being, other than the two of you. "It's not dark enough for it to be one," you say, watching carefully around you. "The king would never send his men out in the middle of the night," he says, passing you some silver powder. "How..."

You don't finish your sentence and freeze. Your hands tighten on the hilt of your sword, and you look into the shadows of the forest at the glowing yellow eye sockets. A man you can't make out is watching you without moving. Pero notices this too and pushes you behind him, instinctively as he does every time, even though he knows you can defend yourself, he never misses an opportunity to throw himself between you and the danger... And you will do the same for him when the opportunity arises.

"Come here!" he shouted with a smile, taunting this bloodsucking bastard, who for his part did not move a muscle. He's watching both you, and you're getting more and more worried, not understanding why he's not attacking you, as they all do. This is not a usual behaviour from them... What is going on here...

Your question evaporates as he evaporates, not approaching you, or attacking you. You tug lightly on Pero's arm, asking him to return to the horse. He didn't insist and followed you, sword in hand, running and climbing on the horses as fast as he could.

"What was that?!" you shouted at him at a gallop not far from him, who stopped dead in his tracks a few paces away from you "Pero what..." "I don't know!" he says, a growing frustration in his eyes that you know only too well, a look he gets when he is about to do something impulsive. "Pero you're not going back!" "He didn't attack us..." "That doesn't mean he won't next time! What's wrong with you?!" You say completely dumbfounded by your best friend, willing to risk his life to prove a point.

FUCK PERO!

You follow him in spite of yourself, knowing that you couldn't forgive yourself for leaving him to die alone in those woods, whether it was his choice or not.

A million thoughts go through your head as Pero is hit by something. You jump off your horse and swing your sword at a man in your path, a man who did not flinch at the shock of a galloping horse. You throw a sword at him which he quickly avoids and disappears again, but you know this kind of technique well, you have fought them all your life. You grab a dagger in your other hand and stand back-to-back with pero who has just straightened up.

"I told you we should have left," you say, more than a little frustrated by events that could have been avoided. "This is not the time." He says as he begins to fight the creature in front of you, moving far too quickly for you to anticipate any movement.

He's faster. Smarter than anything you've encountered before, and despite Pero's ability to inflict some cuts with his pure silver sword, the vampire doesn't give in. But it doesn't kill us for all that... A sentence that goes through your head thinking that it could kill you both in a few seconds if it really wanted to... No, this thing is looking for something...

You don't take any more chances and grab your powder and throw it at the thing, which is screaming in pain, looking at you with reddened eyes, sharp fangs and black veins around its eyes like you've never seen before... "PERO THE HORSES!". He thinks for half a second about killing this thing here and now, but sees the powder starting to dissipate and prefers not to risk both of you getting killed here and now... Not to risk YOUR death here and now which would ultimately be his fault...

You gallop off without looking back, not understanding what you just saw.

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"PERO WHAT DID YOU DO THERE?!" you say as you slam the door of the house and drop your weapons on the floor "You could have gotten us both killed! You saw what that thing did!" "It didn't kill us... Why?" he says as he sits down on one of the chairs calmly, too calm for what just happened "Is that really the only thing that bothers you about what just happened Pero?!" you say as you bang on the table.

He straightens up curtly and approaches you with a dark look in his eyes, "Aren't you even asking yourself that question? Don't you want to know why he left us alive? Why didn't he kill us or just jump down our throats and kill us like they all do? ¡Miénteme! LIE TO ME?! TRY LYING TO ME!" He says, banging on the table in turn.

You don't respond, knowing he's right, but you can't help it, impulsive behaviour like that could have killed you both. "I shouldn't have gone back there I know that Paloma... But I don't understand..." he says more calmly trying to apologize in his own way. You take him in your arms, understanding that he acted in incomprehension and panic "I also wonder Pero but don't ever do that again... He was smarter... Faster... And seems to control himself in front of living people... We never had to deal with that" you say holding him tighter, also needing a little comfort, adrenaline gradually coming down.

"She's right!"

You flinch and Pero pulls his sword straight out pushing you behind him, hearing a voice coming from your kitchen. Your eyes widen as you realise that the vampire you fought a few hours ago is the man in the room...

"Your powder has no effect on me, cuties... Should you have tried the wooden stakes?" he says, leaning slowly against one of the walls in front of you. "The wooden stakes are too big, a risk. You have to get too close and we're not stupid enough for that," Pero says dryly.

Those features... A protruding jaw, puppy dog eyes that dominate a fierce rage and that aquiline nose... You turn to Pero and move from him to this man, noticing that your friend, has similar features with this creature in front of you even if his hair is longer than pero, but he doesn't seem to really care or even notice it, it's actually the least of his concerns "Why are we still alive? "He says, putting his weapon on the table behind him, understanding that this creature does not intend to kill you, that if it really wanted to, it would not have bothered to let you go and then follow you and interrupt you... Or would have simply killed you in this forest.

He took a step closer but changed his mind when he saw that Pero was keeping a hand on one of his weapons. "Because I'm not the one you're looking for" says the vampire. Pero looked at you wide-eyed and started to laugh, a dark laugh, far from being amused by the situation. "Do you hear that? Now they're coming to our house to haggle," he said, jostling you slightly, still not making you smile.

You know that side of Pero. That unstable side that loses control of itself and doesn't know how to deal with the information and emotions it receives, which are far too numerous to process quickly enough for events that are far too unfamiliar to its eyes. And you don't blame him because you yourself don't know how to deal with it all. "I'm not happy about talking to you..." you say, trying not to play on each other's nerves. "...But you haven't killed us yet, so I'll give you a minute to explain what you want from us."

He stares at you for a few seconds, examining you from head to toe, not missing the look of disgust and hatred on your face. "You're looking for my creator... And I need you to kill him" he said, staring into your eyes, a teasing smile on his face, very sure of himself, yet very serious about the words he just said "Vampires are normally very attached to their creator, I think you're setting us up" you said, crossing your arms "She can't understand that if I wanted you dead you'd have been dead long ago!

He disappeared for a few seconds and found himself next to you, making you jump up and grab tovar's sword behind you to point it at him. He stared at the blade and ran his finger over it, causing smoke to billow from his skin, like at the end of a fire. "I'm not one of the little vampires you usually fight, which makes me... superior to what you're used to..." Tovar rolled his eyes and stepped in front of you, again, instinctively offering his body as a barrier to protect you, letting the man finish, always having a thought of skewering him at any moment "... I'm not dependent on him... At least not completely. But I don't serve him like all those vermin you hunt every day, who don't know how to control themselves or even think for themselves."

He loosens his last words with a more than visible disgust, arranging his clothes and slowly walking around the table without taking his eyes off you. "I don't depend on him. I'm not attached to him in any way... At least not emotionally... Physically it's something else: I can't kill him, not with my own hands." he says, staring deeply into the wood of the table, as if he could see his own reflection there.

"And you need us for that?!" Pero laughed a dark laugh like you've never heard, now less and less amused by the situation, knowing that he could launch himself at the thing in front of you at any moment. You grab him by the arm before he does something stupid and pull him away from the vampire "We should do it Pero." He widened his eyes and reached up to your face, grabbing your cheeks, as if to check that you hadn't been bewitched. You clapped his hands and told him you were fine before continuing, "If he leads us to his master..." "HE'S NOT MY MASTER!" he shouts from across the room letting you know that he can hear anything you say.

You look at Pero and let him know you'll explain the rest later by miming dust between your fingers, as you've done since you were little, before continuing "When he leads us to his MASTER, we can at least find out where he is and kill him! That's what we've wanted for weeks, Pero."

He's not thrilled. He realizes the danger you're going to face and knows that you've already faced a lot of such danger in your life... But he's not excited. He doesn't know if he can trust the information this thing has just given him, and if he should trust it at all. He doesn't want to have to trust it, and he can see in your eyes that you don't want to either... But he also understands that you have no choice after the king's request. So he lets his gaze shift from yours to the vampire's. "Okay. We leave tomorrow morning," he says, stepping around you and approaching the vampire, a more stern look on his face than he usually wears "... But if you were foolish enough to betray us, know this..." "... That you'll kill me?" he cuts Tovar off with a laugh and moves closer to him "And I'll let you do beautiful."

You chuckle and cross your arms and squint your eyes, amused "We already don't trust you..." "I know that sweetheart" "...BUT that's no reason to lie to us" you say, raising your voice, slightly annoyed by his condescending air.

He tries to get around Tovar, who won't let him pass, and shakes his head to let him know he's definitely not going to approach you. "Believe me..." he said as he put his gaze into yours, a serious, not amused gaze "... If I tell you I'd let you do it it's simply that I'd rather it be you than him."

He nodded to you, then to Tovar, and walked towards the front door.

"Oh, and I'd rather be Max Phillips than 'that thing'," he said as he closed the door behind him, leaving you and Tovar in a state of anxiety and nervousness the likes of which you hadn't had in a long time, leaving you both that night alive to the slightest background noise, the slightest shadow passing through the thin draperies of your windows...

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Chapter 2

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Left Behind

Character: James Bucky Barnes

Pairing: James Bucky Barnes / Fem!Reader (Original Character)

Inspired by (song): Pero Me Acuerdo de Ti - Christina Aguilera / Who Knew - Pink!

Warnings: Angst!. So so much Angst! Memories. Mentions of psicological trauma. Mentions of Winter Soldier. Mention of Violence. Angry. Pain. Break up. Angst with a happy ending. Fluff. New Avengers! (My Invented Team). Post! TFATWS.

Author's Note: Hello to everyone!!!

How are you doing? The university doesn't want to give me chance to take a breath!

But... I'm doing a little time to end some Fics that I started to write when The Falcon and The Winter Soldier came out.

This is the second fic that I write this year and I finished yesterday, but... This was write when I didn't know Zemo Intentions, so... The things are a little crazy in this fic.

A few things:

If I can, I'll be posting the first chapter of a new series with Loki. And some fics with Din Djarin, and others with Poe.

I want to write with Chris Beck (The Martian). If I do it, maybe someone read it?

And the last one, thanks you to all the replies, see them makes me happy to know that you like my stories.

So, I hope you like this new fic and welcome to my new readers and followers! XOXO ❤️❤️

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If someone said three years from now, you'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them out because they're all wrong

I know better because you said forever, and ever, Who knew?

"- You should talk ..... It's something you both deserve.

- Talk about what? Do you think he deserves, for me to sit down for a damn minute to listen to him, Sam?

- I'll tell you what, you two need to talk. You need to yell at him, cry and tell him everything that goes through your head, Lara. And you should let him do the talking too. He suffers so much and perhaps more than you.

- Don't you dare talk about things that you don't know, Sam"

...

I hear the sound of the rain I let out a sigh and walk quickly to check on Copito, who doesn't even move before the sound of thunder invading the house. As soon as the boxes, closed and ready to be sent to my new apartment, enter my field of vision, that irrepressible desire to leave disappears before the images that flood the house: The thousands of laughter, the hours of crying, the days of joy and the moments of sadness ... I can still see those images when I walk around the house and scold myself for not leaving earlier.

I should have been a lot smarter and not have taken so long to realize that he had moved on and that I was expecting a ghost that would not return.

Lightning strikes somewhere around us, making the house rumble, drawing the attention of the little white cat and he just stares at me as if he knows that pain is invading me. He leans over to run over my legs, purring and telling me in his own way that everything would be fine.

But, he can't erase the caresses from him, much less the words I thought were real.

The sound of the doorbell makes me turn towards the door and the kitten follows me, approaching it as if someone he knew was outside. Thunder interrupts the sound and it resounds, even more insistent.

I feel my body tense up and I remember Sam's voice telling me that we should talk. That we should tell each other the things we felt inside in order to move forward, that I should speak if I wanted to move on. The little security that I had managed to build in the 13 months in which I was alone, seemed to hide under the bed at the unusual idea of ​​who would ring the bell outside was him.

I didn't want to be that weak young woman that he had left behind a year ago. She wanted to be the woman to tell him that she had learned to live without him.

I remember for a moment the gun over my head, Zemo's sinful laugh and not knowing if I would survive at the hands of the man I loved.

After that, he disappeared. Until Sam came looking for me and he told me that Bucky had planned this to stop him again.

That it was a performance ... But even so, he did not return.

I waited for him and he never came back.

I tried to keep my steps smooth, making sure that whoever was outside would not notice that he was inside. That if I noticed that there was no one here, he would leave, but Copito's meow made my options disappear. The "curse" of being a deaf cat is that his meow sounded 10 levels louder than that of any common cat.

As soon as I put my hands on the door I feel his breath on the other side of it and my heart has no qualms about resisting that familiar sound and ends up speeding up its heartbeat, telling me that perhaps against him, I have no chance to fight.

- I know you're there, Lara - His voice sounds insecure, as if fully aware of the danger he's submitting to.

- What do you want? - I make a poor attempt to make my voice sound safe, without noticing how much the mere fact of listening to it still affects me. I hold the door handle too tightly, thinking that perhaps holding it that way would stop his urge to enter.

I looked back at the room full of boxes and the image of the two of us laughing, looking at the room as if we were going to find some key or perhaps a hidden treasure between its corners and talking about how incredible this adventure of living together would be for both of us.

- Talk.

Now his voice sounds monotonous, as if it did not convey the slightest feeling in his words.

- If you stood out for something, it was because your incredible ability to not talk to anyone, Barnes.

I hear his footsteps on the other side at the same time that I feel that the rain begins to fall with much more force and I see that Copito climbs the window and looks out from under the curtain, seeing whatever caught his attention. I dare not look in his direction because I know I will not resist the idea of ​​letting go being so close. I know that I must let the pain take pity on me and allow me to hate him, allow me to learn to forget him, and allow me to overcome him.

- You deserve an explanation of what happened a few months ago, doll - Even though it is a bit further from the door, I feel as if it had said that affectionate nickname in my ear, in that soft tone that he used to use when we were alone, or when we had those moments of intimacy in which the world did not exist for both of us.

- Don't call me that - I barely recognized my own voice, which was mixed between a sob and a complaint full of anger at realizing that I was losing the battle just by hearing his voice. I felt like my hands were sweating, how my body was shaking and how my heart wanted to get out of my chest at the idea that he was so close to me and I refused to get close to that security to which I had become so used to feeling - Please...

- But you're my... - I don't let him finish the sentence because before even thinking about my actions, I found myself opening the door and to my misfortune, even though I had prayed to God that it was a mere product of my imagination, he was there, with that same expression of guilt and pain with which I knew him, with those blue eyes that made me stop thinking just by looking at them for a second, looking at me as if I had seen a ghost, with his clothes soaked and with no intention of leaving.

- Not anymore. I stopped being yours from the moment you decided to leave without even remembering that I was here waiting for you! - I get closer and with all the strength I have I hit him in the chest trying to push him, but I barely make him move from his place - You left me, James!

- Lara, let me explain why I did what I did ...

- No! - I push it again until we are both under the rain, and the cold of it seems to give me the courage that I feared I had lost - I waited for you, I asked many people about you and you did not even deign to appear to say something to the woman you supposedly loved.

I hit him again and I feel the tears mix with the rain, but the difference is that I feel is that my tears burn.

- Doll... I love you with all that I have.

- Do not call me that way! - I slap his chest once more and his hand holds mine against him. - Let me go, Bucky.

He lets out a sigh and I know that my words have the effect on him that I was looking for.

- Not until you hear me - I want to move away, but his vibranium arm does not allow me to separate from him - You are going to listen to me, because I will not leave here until I have made it clear to you what happened that night.

- It's too late, I don't want to listen to you anymore. Go away, please.

- You'll listened me first.

- I'm at least glad to hear that the therapy with Dr. Raynor worked, Barnes. You've become more daring and demanding - I hiss as I try to release my hand from his grip, but again, I fail to try.

- Only with what I want.

- And what do you want?

- I intend to get my girl back, and if not, at least I plan to try! - I drop my shoulders and feel that my heart stops beating for a moment, giving me to understand that I will not be able to fight much more with the idea of ​​trying to hate him.

- Let me suffer in peace! - I scream forgetting for a second that the neighbors are sure glued to the window watching the scene and I let the pain I feel in my chest take over me - Let me learn to live without you...

- That's not an option - He takes my hand gently and leaves it at the level of his heart - It will stop beating if I move away from you for another second.

- You pointed a gun at me without even hesitating - The memory echoes in my head again and I feel it tense under my hand. I dare to look into his eyes for a second and I see them full of tears, while my heart seems to stop - Do you know what it was for me, to see that the man I love more than my life pointed me with a gun as if I were worth nothing to him?

- I had no choice ...

- It's not the answer that I expected.

- I had to make Zemo believe that he was still under the influence of the red book in order to catch him. I could not follow his trail if he noticed that the damn notebook had no effect on me - His blue eyes shine in the small light of the porch and the rain seemed to dampen them even more - What cost me the most in all my life, and I know what do you know, it was having to see you as if I didn't care about anything, but what I told myself was that I was doing all that to protect you, doll - I feel his right hand trying to take me by the waist, but I just want to move away, my body he betrays me and I take a step towards him - I needed Zemo to believe that I didn't care about you so that you weren't the reason why he could manipulate me if he found out I was pretending.

- Why didn't you come back? - The lump in my throat prevents me from talking.

- I thought you wouldn't want to see me again after that. I saw the fear in your eyes, Lara. And that's why I decided not to return ...

For a moment I feel the pain transform into anger and I let go of his grip and grab him by both lapels of his jean jacket and shake him, waiting for him to react.

- Are you stupid? - He give me a soft smile as if I was saying him a compliment - I'll tell you something, I waited for you to give me the opportunity to decide what to do about you, I waited for you day and night in this damn house so that you would give me the possibility of tell you that I was waiting for you. I waited for you to tell you that when I chose to fall in love with you, I thought of the day this would happen, that I was aware of the possibility that he would return, and that you would come out of it and be there waiting for you. I wanted everything with you, Bucky. The normal life, this superhero life with which I met you, life with those nightmares that barely let you sleep at night, your life as an avenger, because damn if you tell me you don't deserve that title, because I'll try to hit you. I imagined my whole life with you, and you didn't even try to explain me this in this moment like you're doing now.

- You do not know how much I regret not having returned that night to look for you.

- I do more.

I separate from him as soon as I hear thunder near us and walk towards the stairs, hoping that he would leave, although inside I hoped that he would try to stop me.

- Tell me the truth, and I'll stop bothering you. You don't love me anymore?

My heart hits my ribs hard as if I wanted to jump up to him and deny everything I had said before.

- I won't answer that - I murmured as I took off my jacket and held it as if my life depended on it.

- It's the only thing that will make me leave of here, even if I leave my heart with you.

- James ... - I hear his footsteps approaching and when I turn around, he is standing in front of me, remaining a few inches below the step where I am standing.

- Tell me that and I'll go.

- No - I lie while I feel the irrepressible urge to jump into his arms and tell him that I still love him like the first day I met him- I don't.

- And then why are you crying, doll? - How do you notice that? - I know you enough to know when my little doll is crying.

I hate you so so much, Barnes.

- 'Cause I can't even lie about how I feel about you - I admited at the same time as Bucky smiles and wipes his face with the back of his hand, as if he was wiping his tears.

- Give me the opportunity to show you...

- That you won't you go again? - The fear is present my voice and he gives me a smile, while I feel the warmth of his hands on my face in contrast to the cold of the rain that surrounds us - You'll break my heart.

- Never again, doll. Never again.

His lips press mine in a soft kiss, one of those that transmit security to me and take away the pain that I felt for so long. I bring him as close as possible to me, feeling our clothes melt due to the water dripping from both of us. We separate when another thunder sounds again, and we see that Copito jumps behind us, making us laugh.

- If it occurs to you to leave me again, I myself will go for you.

Bucky starts laughing as I feel him relax in my hands

- And I will tell Loki to give you the gun to shoot me.

His cell phone starts ringing and he barely sees the screen, he doesn't hesitate to answer- I'll be there in a few hours, Yelena.

"She hasn't left you, has she? Fuck..."

- If you bet with Spector ... I'm sorry for you, Belova.

I don't hear her answer but seeing him laugh and enjoy with his new team makes me happy. He ends the call and turns to me, wrapping his arms around me.

- It's from work?

- Yep... I have to go in a few hours. Are we okay, doll? - He takes my face in his hands and makes me look into his eyes - If you want me here with you, I could tell the team that I'm not available.

- No, it's ok. Go and save the world, Barnes. Always and when you return, we're ok.

- It's a promise.

[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

Songs & Characters Pedro Pascal

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful / Florence + The Machine

I listened to the whole album and each song, sometimes specific lyrics, made me think of certain Pedro characters. I have no explanation, I just felt like doing this. I plan on doing the rest of Florence + The Machine’s albums with the Pedro boys. Maybe after that with different artists/albums and characters, maybe some Marvel or slashers? Send in your thoughts and some requests?

Lyrics and their characters below the cut because I have no self control.

Ship To Wreck / Javier Pena

And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I said? I can't help but pull the earth around me to make my bed And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I did? Did I drink too much? Am I losing touch? Did I build a ship to wreck?

What Kind Of Man / Dave York

And with one kiss / You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years / What kind of man loves like this?

To let me dangle at a cruel angle / Oh, my feet don't touch the floor / Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out  / But you never close the door

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful / Ezra

Between a crucifix and the Hollywood sign, we decided to get hurt Now there's a few things we have to burn Set our hearts ablaze, and every city was a gift And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline

So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up Maybe I'll see you in another life If this one wasn't enough So much time on the other side

Queen of Peace / Din Djarin

His only son Cut down, but the battle won Oh, what is it worth When all that's left is hurt

Like the stars chase the sun Over the glowing hill, I will conquer Blood is running deep Some things never sleep

And my love is no good Against the fortress that it made of you Blood is running deep Sorrow that you keep

Various Storms & Saints / Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels and Maxwell Lord

You don't need no edge to cling from / Your heart is there, it's in your hands / I know it seems like forever / I know it seems like an age / But one day this will be over / I swear it's not so far away

Whiskey / But still you stumble, feet give way Outside the world seems a violent place But you had to have him, and so you did Some things you let go in order to live While all around you the buildings sway You sing it out loud, who made us this way I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe Hold on to your heart, don't give it away

Maxwell Lord /  And the air was full Of various storms and saints Praying in the street As the banks began to break And I'm in the throes of it Somewhere in the belly of the beast But you took your toll on me So I gave myself over willingly Oh, you got a hold on me I don't know how I don't just stand outside and scream I am teaching myself how to be free

Delilah / Marcus Pike and Frankie Morales

'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine (Holding on for your call) / 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine(Maybe not tonight)

Marcus Pike / Strung up, strung out for your love Hang in, hung up, it's so rough I'm wrung and ringing out Why can't you let me know?

Strung up, strung out for your love Hang in, hung up, it's so rough I'm wrung and ringing out Why can't you let me know?

Frankie Morales / Too fast for freedom Sometimes it all falls down These chains never leave me I keep dragging them around

Now I'm dancing with Delilah and her vision is mine (Holding on for your call) A different kind of danger in the daylight (I can never let go) Took anything to cut you, I can find (Holding on for your call) A different kind of a danger in the daylight (Can't you let me know?)

Long & Lost / Dave York and Javier Pena

Dave York / Lost in the fog, these hollow hills Blood running hot, night chills Without your love I'll be So long and lost, are you missing me

Is it too late to come on home Are all those bridges now old stone Is it too late to come on home Can the city forgive, I hear its sad song

Javier Pena / I need the clouds to cover me Pull in the dark, surround me Without your love I'll be So long and lost, are you missing me

It's been so long between the words we spoke Will you be there up on the shore, I hope You wonder why it is that I came home I figured out where I belong

Caught / Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels and Max Phillips

Whiskey /  As if the dream of you, it sleeps too But it never slips away It just gains its strength and digs its hooks To drag me through the day

And I'm caught I forget all that I've been taught I can't keep calm, I can't keep still Pulled apart against my will

Max Phillips / Then you leave my head and crawl out of bed You subconscious solipsist And for those hours deep in the dark Perhaps you don't exist

And I was thrashing on the line Somewhere between Desperate and divine I can't keep calm, I can't keep still Persephone will have her fill

Third Eye / Frankie Morales, Pero Tovar, Javier Pena, Maxwell Lord

Frankie Morales / Don't make a shadow of yourself,always shutting out the light Caught in your own creation Look up, look up! It tore you open And oh, how much

'Cause there's a hole where your heart lies And I can see it with my third eye And though my touch, it magnifies You pull away, you don't know why 

Maxwell Lord / You don't have to be a ghost here amongst the living You are flesh and blood And you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given

'Cause your pain is a tribute The only thing you let hold you Wear it now like a mantle Always there to remind you

St. Jude / Ezra, Dave York, Din Djarin, Marcus Moreno

Ezra / Another conversation with no destination Another battle never won Each side is a loser So who cares who fired the gun

And I'm learning so I'm leaving And even though I'm grieving I'm trying to find a meaning Let loss reveal it Let loss reveal it

Din Djarin /  St Jude, the patron saint of the lost causes St Jude, we were lost before she started St Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us St Jude, maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos

Marcus Moreno / And I was on the island and you were there too But somehow through the storm I couldn't get to you, Oh St Jude, somehow she knew And she came to give her blessing while causing devastation And I couldn't keep my mouth shut, I just had to mention Grabbing your attention

Mother / Javier Pena, Ezra, Pero Tovar

Javier Pena / I put my feet into the fountain The statues all asleep No use wishing on the water It grants you no relief

Mother, make me Make me a bird of prey So I can rise above this, let it fall away Mother, make me Make me a song so sweet Heaven trembles, fallen at our feet

Ezra / Oh lord, won't you leave me Leave me on my knees Cause I belong to the ground now And it belongs to thee

And oh lord, won't you leave me Leave me just like this Cause I belong to the ground now I want no more than this

How I long for the older The sun keeps burning deep Every stone in this city keeps reminding me Can you protect me from what I want? The love I let in, it left me so lost

Pero Tovar / Mother, make me Make me a big tall tree So I can shed my leaves and let it blow through me Mother, make me Make me a big grey cloud So I can rain on you things I can't say out loud

All these couples are kissing And I can't stand the heat I lost my shoes and left the party I wander in the street

Hiding / Frankie Morales, Marcus Moreno, Din Djarin, Maxwell Lord, Javier Pena

Frankie Morales / I know that you're hiding I know there's a part of you that I just cannot reach You don't have to let me in Just know that I'm still here I'm ready for you whenever Whenever you need Whenever you want to begin

Din Djarin / I know you've tried But something stops you every time You cry a little So do I So do I And it's your price That's keeping us still so far apart But if you give a little So will I So will I

Maxwell Lord / I know I seem shaky This hand's not fit for holding But if you let me, oh I will see you're wrong

Tell me I will be released Not sure I can deal with this Up all night again this week Breaking things that I should keep

Javier Pena / I think you hide When all the world's asleep and tired You cry a little So do I So do I I think you hide And you don't have to tell me why You cry a little So do I So do I

Tell me I will be released Not sure I can deal with this Up all night again this week Breaking things that I should keep

Make Up Your Mind / Pero Tovar, Max Phillips, Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels, Dave York

Max Phillips / I never thought that I'd be facing A sea that's bluer than the tide Now my knees are shaking And I can't look in your eyes

But if you're gonna make me do it How'd you want it done Is it best to sip it slowly Or drink it down in one

Make up your mind Let me live or let me love you While you've been saving your neck I've been breaking mine for you The power is on, the guillotine hums My back's to the wall, go on, let it fall, oh Make up your mind Before I make it up for you

Whiskey / I never thought I'd be a killer Cause there's so much to lose But if I can't drink the water What else can I do

And although the axe is heavy It just sits in my hands While you're changing like the current Not a shore on land

Every time I try to bring it down You always turn my head around

Pero Tovar  / The executioner's within me And he comes blindfold ready Sword in hand And arms so steady Every time I try to bring it down You always turn my head around But every time I try to bring it down You always turn my head around

Which Witch / Dave York

And it's my whole heart Weighted and measured inside And it's an old scar Trying to bleach it out

And it's my whole heart Deemed and delivered a crime I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out

Who's a heretic now? Am I making sense? How can you make it stick? Waiting 'til the beat comes out

[anchorandrope]

talk about bbg?

i see many people who come from twitter discussing whether it’s “okey or not” to talk about this so i’m going to explain a couple of things.

IT’S NOT WRONG, you know why? because talking about how the industry uses an innocent baby to enclose a couple isn’t wrong, talking about how a family uses a baby to earn a few dollars and fame isn’t wrong, talking about how the industry manipulates and falsifies information isn’t wrong, to speak to defend a child who is being used by the industry isn’t wrong, to speak to make it known that the industry is shit and is capable of this and more isn’t wrong. it’s not wrong to open your eyes and see.

i can’t believe that there are people who find it DISRESPECTFUL that other people speak up to DEFEND a baby and a couple who are being ABUSED by the industry. do you think it’s more “disrespectful” to accept that they aren’t free to follow fandom accounts of a MINOR? do you think it’s more “disrespectful” to accept that the industry encloses people than teenagers who makes threads of photos of a MINOR or have it as a profile picture?

almost all the people who think that F is lou’s son is because they never began to investigate what was happening at the moment, since they were not in the fandom at that time they can’t speak from their own experiences. DO NOT REPEAT EVERYTHING YOU READ AS A PARROT, search for your own and have your own criteria, don’t think “oh, but it’s crazy to think that the industry has used a baby for this” because it’s also crazy to force to have fake girlfriends and to force the family of L and H to hide everything (since the tomlinson sister’s were very young) and i see that for you that’s not “crazy”. for this shitty industry it is never “crazy or too much” so don’t be guided by that, apart from that, investigating other cases where the industry abused in a similar way to see that it is very possible and very real.

open your eyes, READ, INVESTIGATE, USE COMMON SENSE, accepting that reality sucks is “disrespectful”? accept that bad things happened and happen NEVER CAN BE DISRESPECTFUL.

ACCEPTING THAT THE WORLD IS NOT PERFECT AND PEOPLE ARE SHIT IS PART OF GROWING AND IT’S NOT BAD AND IT WILL NEVER BE

i still can’t believe that there are people who prefer to defend the industry after everything they did and not louis and harry, i hope you can think things and investigate bout this.

your posture is not wrong, your vision of reality is wrong. it’s not wrong to talk about this, it’s wrong to ignore it.

while a minor is being abused i’m not going to remain silent, and this goes much further than larry, it goes by my principles. if i keep quiet, i’m part of the problem. i’m going to defend that baby, harry and louis today and always. if you don’t want to, fine, but don’t bother those of us who really want to support them.

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hablar sobre el bbg?

veo mucha gente que vienen de twitter discuscutiendo sobre si esta “bien o mal” hablar de esto asi que voy a explicar un par de cosas.

NO ESTA MAL. saben por que? porque hablar de como la industria usa un bebe inocente para enclosetar una pareja no esta mal, hablar de como una familia usó a un bebe para ganar unos dolares y fama no esta mal, hablar de como la industria manipula y falsifica información no esta mal, hablar para defender a un niño que esta siendo usado por la industria no esta mal, hablar para dar a conocer que la industria es una mierda y es capaz de esto y mas no esta mal. no esta mal abrir los ojos y ver.

no puedo creer que haya gente que le parezca IRRESPETUSO que otras personas hablen para DEFENDER a un nene y una pareja que estan siendo ABUSADAS por la industria. les parece mas “irrespetuoso” aceptar que no tienen libertad a que seguir cuentas fandom de un MENOR?? les parece mas “irrespetuoso” aceptar que la industria encloseta personas a que adolescentes hagan hilos de fotos de un MENOR o lo tengan de foto de perfil??

casi todas las personas que piensan q F es hijo de lou es porque nunca se pusieron a investigar q onda ya que como no estuvieron en el fandom en ese momento no pueden hablar por experiencias propias. NO REPITAN COMO LORO TODO LO QUE LEEN, busquen por su cuenta y tengan criterio propio, no piensen “ay pero es mucho q la industria haya usado a un bebe para esto” porque tambien es mucho obligar a tener novias falsas y obligar a la familia de L y H a ocultar todo (desde que las hermanas tomlinson son chiquitas aparte) y se ve q para ustedes eso “no es mucho”. para esta industria de mierda nunca “es mucho” asi q no se dejen guiar por eso, a parte, investiguen sobre otros caso donde la industria abusó de manera parecida para ver q es muy posible y muy real.

abran los ojos, LEAN, INVESTIGUEN, USEN EL SENTIDO COMUN, aceptar que la realidad es una mierda es “irrespetuoso”? aceptar q cosas malas pasaron y pasan NUNCA VA PODER SER IRRESPETUOSO.

ACEPTAR QUE EL MUNDO NO ES COLOR DE ROSA Y LA GENTE ES UNA MIERDA ES PARTE DE CRECER Y NO ESTA MAL Y JAMAS LO VA A ESTAR

sigo sin poder creer q hay gente q prefiere defender a la industria despues de todo lo que hizo y no a louis y a harry, ojala se replanteen las cosas e investiguen.

no esta mal tu postura, esta mal tu vision de la realidad. no esta mal hablar de esto, esta mal ignorarlo.

mientras un menor esta siendo abusado yo no me voy a quedar callada, y esto va mucho mas allá de larry, va por mis principios. si me quedo callada, soy parte del problema. voy a defender a ese nene, a harry y a louis hoy y siempre. si vos no queres, perfecto, pero no molestes a los que queremos apoyarlos de verdad.