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zafirosreverie · 2 years ago

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No cure (Julieta x Reader)

for nonie, hope you like it

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“Mom? Please answer me…I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen”

“Julieta, please…we need you, you can’t leave Bruno and I alone”

“Mija, your family misses you, your daughters need you, don’t leave us”

She could hear the voices in her room, she could feel her sister’s rain on her, her daughters hugging her, she could see the blurry form of her mother in front of her and her niece crying some steps behind. But that didn’t matter to her. They all knew why she was in that state. They knew it was their fault.

"I can't go on like this anymore" you had written "I love you, but I can't keep living in fear of not waking up again. I'm sorry"

And the rest of your letter had been erased due to her tears. The edges of it were torn and wrinkled, from the strength with which she clung to that piece of paper every night, as if her life depended on it, as if she could pull you out of the ink. It was painful, but it was the last thing that was left of you.

There were too many things she would regret for the rest of her life, no matter how short or how long that was, but allowing her daughters to cross so many lines with you, letting things get out of hand and not protecting you when she had to, was by far what weighed the most on her.

It came as no surprise to anyone that Isabela was cold and sharp with you, of her three daughters, she was the one who had been most mad at her when she divorced Agustín and the first to yell at her when she announced that she was dating someone else.

Julieta had tried to be understanding and patient with her, waiting for her daughter to have time to process everything, something you did too, which is why you hadn't introduced yourself to the family until much later. You wanted to respect her daughters, something that none of the three wanted to do with you.

Surprisingly, Luisa was always the nicest to you. She wasn't really close to you, but she would at least smile at you a bit and talk to you politely, though she never really let you get close to her. Mirabel wasn't rude either, but it was terribly obvious that she didn't want you there either.

She was always cold with you, she didn't answer you when you spoke to her, she left the room as soon as you entered and her characteristic friendly smile was never directed towards you. She never said it out loud, but both you and her mother knew that she shared the same thought as her older sister: get out of here.

And then there was Isabela.

From the first moment you set foot in Casita, the young woman made it her mission to make your life a hell. She was always making comments about your appearance, your body, your usefulness (which was none in her opinion), something that Julieta knew were your worst insecurities. She was always rude when she talked to you, she took every opportunity she got to remind you that you didn't belong in the family, that you would never be worthy of her mother.

Your girlfriend was always trying to calm things down, to reassure you that it was just a phase, that she loved you, that she wanted you by her side, and that her daughters would soon accept you, but she knew that every time you left the dining room without even touching your food, a part of you withered away. There came a time when she could no longer lie to herself.

The rest of the family wasn't helping either. Camilo played cruel pranks on you just to make Mirabel smile and even sweet Antonio looked down on you, if only to imitate his favorite cousin, and you also lost your voice. Dolores was always listening to you, of everything you did or said, so that Isabela could have more ammunition against you, there was no secret of yours that the two girls did not know, which left you vulnerable, paranoid and unable to really express anything for fear that it would be used against you. Little by little you stopped talking, even with her. The only times the healer would hear your voice was in the safety of night, in her room, where her niece couldn't hear you.

Julieta had tried to talk to the six children, but none had quit on their mission to torture you. She tried with Pepa and Felix, but her sister just shrugged and told her that she knew what she was getting into when she separated from her husband. Her brother-in-law had simply agreed with her sister, as always.

Mom didn't do anything either. She hadn't even wanted to accept you into the family, so she didn't care what her grandchildren did with you, the sooner you left and let her daughter "fix things" with Agustín, the better (no, she didn't care that said daughter had told her that there was nothing to fix, that everything was over between her and her ex-husband).

The only person who tried to make you feel welcome besides her was Bruno, and that didn't even count because the only reason he had to be nice to you was a vision he had. Julieta didn't want to know what was on the green tablet, the only thing that mattered to her was that before that, her brother hadn't wanted anything to do with you either. She was really alone in this. She started to be afraid you’d leave her because all her “family” was doing, but you always put a smile on your precious face and said you could hold yourself together for a little more.

And then the stupid Belladonna thing happened.

You already knew that you would never receive a beautiful flower from Isabela, and it was not uncommon for the occasional thorn to appear in your shoes (you had gotten used to checking them before putting them on for that very reason), but she never thought that the cruelty of her daughter could go so far.

She must have been suspicious when her eldest daughter had smiled sweetly at you, when she had spoken to you tenderly and offered a cup of tea she had never made. She could see in your eyes that you were just as confused and a little scared, but it was the first time that Isabela didn't insult you when talking to you, and you didn't want to ruin a possible peace agreement by rejecting it.

So you took it and thanked her with a soft smile that had warmed even her heart. For a moment, the older woman allowed herself to let down her guard and hope that things would get better. Silly of her, she forgot that she was the only daughter who could poison you.

You took a small sip, your mind torn between hoping that things would really get better, and fearing that it was just another joke. Perhaps you were expecting a spicy or salty touch, or some other alteration, but in reality it was sweet... too sweet.

Alerts went off in you, but as the girl looked at you with hopeful eyes, you just smiled and finished your cup. Juliet saw everything a few steps behind you, her heart softened and beating with love and hope. It seemed the beginning of something new, of a better relationship with her daughters... then the nightmare began.

A few minutes later you clung to the kitchen counter as if your life depended on it, you were dizzy and disoriented, your hands were sweaty and she could see that your pupils were dilated. Your face turned red, you couldn't seem to breathe, and he barely had time to catch you before you collapsed.

Camilo and Mirabel leaned out and gave Isabela a high five, which she told the healer that you had been the victim of another prank, but for some reason, this seemed too serious. Dolores confirmed this when she ran in a few seconds later, her eyes wide and her face full of guilt.

Her niece was terrified and her voice cracked as she screamed that your heart rate was too fast, and that this was not part of the plan. Juliet barely had to hear the word "belladonna" before she gasped and raced against the clock.

She had picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, Casita seemed to be on her side for once and helped her up the stairs quickly, while she blocked out the screams of the family behind her. She managed to make you vomit and as soon as you breathed well again, she put an arepa in your mouth to prevent the poisoning from advancing. She acted fast and managed to get you completely to safety, but fear and mistrust were firmly imprinted on you.

You heard your girlfriend fighting with her eldest daughter, who didn't seem even the least bit sorry for what she had done to you, despite the seriousness of the situation, and the banter didn't stop after that. It was then that, despite how much you loved Juliet, you had to make a decision, and barely a week after that, you disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving only a note behind you.

Julieta had cried even before she finished reading it, and her screams had woken everyone in the house, not just Dolores. At first her mother tried to get closer to her, but was greeted with a shoving and the most angry look she had ever seen in her life. Her anger was directed especially at her eldest granddaughter.

"It's not that bad, mom" Isabela said rolling her eyes.

"YOU COULD KILL HER!"

"You were there, weren't you? And I didn't even give him much belladonna, just a little-"

"ENOUGH!" Julieta had yelled, taking everyone by surprise "I'm sick of all this, I'm tired of all of you. She didn't do anything, she was never rude, she never raised her voice to anyone and you treated her like dirt"

"Juli-"

"Why?” she asked with a voice so broken that Alma wanted to cry “I have never done anything against this family. I was always your perfect golden doll, I never said no, I even married a man I didn’t want to because YOU thought it was the best for me. Was I a bad daughter?”

“No, mija, that’s-”

“Then why? Why couldn’t I be happy? Why couldn’t you all support me the only time I choose myself?”

The Madrigals didn’t know what to say, and Julieta’s daughters were divided between the shock of knowing their mother didn't want to marry their father in the first place and seeing the woman the three of them looked up to breaking in front of them like a scared little girl.

“Julieta-”

“I know you never liked Y/N” she interrupted her sister “but I do, Pepa, I really do”

“Mom, I didn’t-”

“You don’t talk to me, Isabela” she growled “not tonight. You’re the one who treated her the worst, you tried to kill her for god’s sake! What if I hadn’t been there? Have you thought about it?”

The girl tried not to cry but her mother’s words were cutting her like sharp knives. Maybe because Julieta had never spoken to her like that before, maybe it was the deep disappointment in her eyes…or maybe, it was because she knew she was right. You could have died for what she did.

“But that doesn’t matter” the healer whispered “you got what you wanted. What ALL of you wanted. She’s gone…congratulations”

“Juli-”

“You didn’t want her to be part of the family” she cut her sister “now I wish I wasn’t either”

And with that, she had closed her room’s door on everyone’s faces, leaving all the family shocked, scared and feeling terribly guilty. They knew they couldn’t do anything at the moment, and Isabela and Dolores were crying, they just hoped things would get better the next day.

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But the next day had turned into a week, and then a month. Julieta never spoke to any of them again, she didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, she didn’t even look at them. She just did her shores and locked herself in her room. Her eyes were red, her skin lost the healthy glow it once had, her hair was a mess, she lost weight and didn’t have that friendly and motherly shape anymore. She became a ghost.

And what scared them the most was that, by the third month after you left, the glow on her door faded. It reminded them of Bruno’s door before he came back. Pepa had cried and begged for her sister to forgive them all, Alma regretted every single choice she made about her daughter’s life without her consent, Dolores and Isabela were about to lose their sanity. Everyone missed Julieta, but none could do anything to bring her back. She was dying in front of them”

“Julieta, please…please” Pepa begged again

“Mija”

“Mami”

“There’s no use” Bruno sighed, making everyone look at him “we did this”

“Tío Bruno?” Mirabel asked as he showed them the vision he had

“She’s not coming back” he whispered “there’s no cure for a broken heart”

#reader insert #x reader #imagine #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal imagine #julieta madrigal x you #julieta madrigal preference #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal #encanto preferences #encanto imagine #encanto x reader #encanto #angst #i regret nothing

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pepa-brainrot · 1 year ago

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Encanto Oc Appreciation week two! Relationships ✨️

@encanto-extended-edition

It's my beloved sunshine trio! I finally drew all of them together (took me long enough I know)

Some more of Armida's relationships summarized below the cut 💛

(I am so terribly bad at summaries Im so sorry- If I could write out the extent of all of their relationships I would- sadly I dont have the time..)

Alma: Her relationship with Alma pre movie is strained- mostly because she fears the older woman. Armida is riddled with anxiety and intrusive thoughts over what her mother in law may think of her, and often fears Alma thinks she got into the way of her daughter's relationship- or that she isn't a "real" madrigal. Basically.. it's a lot of assumptions on how Alma feels about her.. but they are not always truthful.

Armida also tends to disagree with Alma's ways. But between her being passive by nature and having a fear of speaking up, she never says anything. Rather she does her best to help by being there for other family members the best she can be.

Julieta: She was the first of the triplets that Armida became close to. Armida had visited her stand often, and at first Julieta thought the younger woman was accident prone like Agustín.. Over time it became clear that wasn't the case, but Armida was always super polite- despite lying about why she needed to be healed. She always made sure to thank Julieta - not just for healing her but for everything she does. After that it was surprisingly easy for the two of them to talk- and making friends with Julieta naturally got Armida talking to Bruno and Pepa. Although out of the triplets Armida is the least closest to Julieta now, she still feels incredibly safe with the woman. Armida is set trying to lessen Julietas work load. The only issue being- she really can't cook- all she can really do is help with preparation when needed. So instead she settles with going out to town when Julieta needs anything. It's not a lot, but it's something at the very least, and it's appreciated more than Armida will probably ever realize.

Bruno: While obviously Armida is closest with Pepa and Félix, she also shares a really close bond with Bruno. The both of them being pretty bad insomniacs, they bonded a lot over sleepless nights- She'd tell him about the stars if the sky was clear enough and he'd talk about his rat telenovelas or sometimes about his gift- and she'd comfort him. She's a fan of his telenovelas- she loves the rats, and he's actually a really good writer. She offers to help make small costumes and even jokes about background music for suspense. All and all their relationship is very cute- I like to say they are like platonic soulmates. Obviously after Bruno disappears and comes back things aren't the same.. while he was in the walls some nights she'd sit and talk with his door instead, not knowing he was actually listening. Things are a bit awkward when he comes back- Armida having a lot of feelings about him "leaving" when he hurt his family so badly, but in the end she understands his motivation.

Isabela: When Isabela was little, the girl loved getting her hands dirty. so naturally - Armida loved taking the girl out with her in her nature walks, because even at twenty seven she herself still loved to explore. It was something they bonded over, Dolores never really being as interested. But of course fell apart after Isa was pressured into being the golden child. Now they aren't nearly as close, but the both of them still remember digging for worms near Casita, or going looking for different types of plants in the jungle. Sometimes Isa still takes walks- taking the same paths they used to when she was little- when she knows no one is looking for her. It helps clear her head. Of course after the movie the two begin to grow close once more, Isa being quite excited to show off all the new plants to her supportive tía.

Dolores: I think the majority of the fandom has agreed that Dolores is a daddy's girl- and I completely agree. However she of course loves each of her parents. Mida specifically doted a lot on her when she was younger- having been their first child. She'd often sing to her- writing her own little songs for her daughter. After Dolores got her gift it was a nice thing for the young girl to focus on- her mother singing. Unfortunately getting her gift, like with many of the madrigals, forced Dolores to grow up too soon. She's often a bit protective over her mother, due to things she's heard over time. Armida mostly dislikes the fact that Dolores feels the need to protect her- as she should be the one protecting her.

Little bonus- Armida despises Mariano at first. She disliked him when he was with Isa, not because she knew Isa didn't actually want to marry him (though she has suspected maybe something was up, if she had known that straight up I don't imagine she'd be able to keep quiet about it.) She's- in general- overprotective when it comes to any of the kids dating. She does, however, come around to him.

Luisa: With Luisa there isn't too much to say. Like Pepa and Félix, Armida treats each of Julieta's girls like her own kids,and Luisa is no exception. She used to read or sing to her each night as a kid, as she did with all of them. Each grandkid grew up with at least one song or story before bed, and sometimes even as adults or teenagers they still request it. But as with most of the kids, as Luisa grew up she stopped having time for things like that. Still Armida is always ready to sing or read to her once again- no matter how old she is.

Camilo: Camilo and Armida have very similar senses of humor at times, which means they make for quite the pair. The two of them sometimes pull little pranks around the house, nothing too much of course- after all she's still his mother and won't let him get away with everything, but he still gets away with more with her then he does with Félix or Pepa. Though being fifteen he doesn't spend as much time with his mom as he did at one point in his life- he still won't deny he loves her very much.

Mirabel: Pre movie, Armida would try her best to make Mirabel feel just as special as the rest of the family, but being busy and slightly stressed she could only do so much for the girl. Still, she did what she could when she could. She started to teach Mirabel embroidery after her failed gift ceremony to try to distract the little girl and make her feel better, she didn't expect her to pick up on it- but she's very proud of how far she's come. She's quite proud of the young woman in general.

Antonio: the baby of the family, he is absolutely Armida’s weakness. She has the hardest time saying no to him, much like others in the family. The fact that he looks so much like Félix really does not help- luckily Pepa and Félix are a bit better with saying no to him. She worried a lot about him, and his gift. Part of her had hoped that maybe he wouldn't get a gift, since she's seen how sometimes the gifts the family have can really feel more like curses, and he's only five- but luckily he gets a gift he really enjoys, one that she herself had wished for a lot as a child, one that doesn't seem like it will put immense amount of pressure on her baby boy. She enjoys learning what some of his animal friends are thinking, and reading them all to bed. (Sometimes she spoils some of his animals.. she can't help it)

#encanto oc appreciation #encanto oc event #strawberry art #encanto #encanto oc #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #encanto x oc #pepa x felix x oc #oc x canon #art #armida madrigal

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etherealzx · 2 years ago

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may i have hc, story or whatever you want of bucciarati adopting an emotionless child? regardless of the lack of emotion they are still a precious little bean to him and how would the gang react as a big brother (maybe second dad for abbacchio lol). thank you 😊

awwwww this is so wholesome <3 i love mama bruno

also i'm ngl i struggled with this prompt a little bit! i hope it's not too bad!!

Bucciarati Adopting a Child who Doesn't Show Emotion!

bruno has always wanted to adopt a child. since his childhood wasn't the greatest, he's always had a soft spot for children in need

he's very maternal in nature, feeling the urge to take care of others and nurture them. that's why he makes such a great father/father figure

when he finally is able to adopt a child of his own, he is overjoyed. to him, that child is the most beautiful and perfect thing in the world

if the child seemed nervous at all about their new home, bruno would be sure to reassure them that everything was going to be okay, and that he would take care of them

when the rest of the gang finds out, they're extremely excited

when bucciarati first brings the child to meet the rest of the gang, he is surprised to see that the child doesn't show much emotion. they just kind of sit there with wide eyes, glancing around the room at everyone

at first, the gang found the child's complete lack of emotion a little strange. but over time, they came to accept and love them for it

abbacchio definitely was wary at first. he tries to act like he hates kids and finds them annoying, but in reality, he actually loves kids and has always wanted them.

it took a while for abbacchio to warm up to the idea of having a kid to look after.

it didn't take long for him to warm up though. soon enough, he was carrying them around on his back, making sure they were fed, and tucking them in to bed at night.

bruno and abbacchio are both father/parental figures for the child. they love them more than anything, and they know that the love is reciprocated, even if the child doesn't show it.

mista and narancia would always try to make them laugh, or try to get them to join in on their stupid pranks

mista and narancia always make sure that the kid felt included and was having fun, even if they don't show it physically

fugo would make sure to help the child learn new things, and help them with their school work. as bad as his temper can be, he is surprisingly patient with the child. like bucciarati, he feels a soft spot for the kid. he wants to be a good role model and a teacher to them, so they don't end up living a life like he did in the past

fugo doesn't mind their lack of emotion at all, if anything, he enjoys it. it's a bit of peace and quiet for him compared to the other members of his team

giorno is somewhat similar to the child, in the way that he doesn't really express his emotions

he can pick up on signals easily though, and can tell when the child is content or not

he always tries to smile and be a positive influence for them, telling them that anything they dream of is possible and to never give up on what's important

every single one of the members of bucciarati's gang would do absolutely anything to protect them. they've all come to love the kiddo in their own ways, and would never let anything happen to them. they're like a big happy family :)

#bucci gang x reader #bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati headcanons #bucci gang headcanons #vento aureo #golden wind #golden wind headcanons #vento aureo headcanons #jjba #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba headcanons #jojo headcanons #jojo imagine #jjba imagine #anime #anime x reader #self insert

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gamerbearmira · 5 months ago

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Little fishy in the sea

I wrote this earlier today, and I was gonna do more screenings redraws but oost motivation so fast 😭

Anyway

L G I

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Alma got out of the car, the triplets followimg close behind. The stoem began to calm, strangely, though the water was high on the hill. Alma checked over Pepa and Bruno, moving to the other side of the car to check on Julieta. She saw her eldest staring past her, and turned.

Alma's eyes widened. A boy, a small boy likely no older than the triplets themselves, stood there. He held the blue pale that belong to Julieta. She stared for a miment. Her daughter was right...

"There is a little boy," Alma muttered, moving forward. "Come over here! We'll help you! Stay there niños," Alma ran down the driveway towards the boy.

The boy, didn't seemed to pay any attention to her. He stared at Julieta, who was now looking at him. Seeing her face, he lit up, and began running towards her. He ducked beeath Alma's legs, much to her surprise, rushing towards Julieta. He held the bucket above his head, and suddenly he looked a lot more human, as before he had rather strange features

Julieta had no time to react as the boy slammed himself into her, hugging her tightly. She struggled against his weight as he picked her up, nuzzling her face with a surprisingly strength. Her younger siblings, Pepa and Bruno rounded the car, and Alma came running over again.

"Julieta! Do you know him?" Alma asked, staring at the two. Bruno hid behind Pepa, who inched closer to look at the two, though both of their eyes were fill with wonder.

Julieta blinked, shifting, and the boy set her down. They both stared at each other. The boy was smiling, but noticing Julieta's confused expression, frowmed softly, almost as if copying her. Julieta took in his features, her eyes scanning his face and his body. She blinked and suddenly she remembered, the light returning to her eyes.

"Agustín?" She said softly and he beamed brighter than the sun.

"¡Sí!" He exclaimed. "It's me, Agustín!"

Julieta steoped back in surprise. "It is you!"

Pepa and Bruno stared at the boy and suddenly he became familiar. "Agustín? Like...like the goldfish Julieta had a couple days ago?" Bruno asked and Pepa shrugged, but she looked happy.

Agustín laughed, jumping around and swinging the pail as Julieta continued to look at him. She then smiled at her siblings, who had gotten closer and now seemed as excited. The eldest looked at her mom, pointing to Agustín.

"¡Mamá, mira, mira!" She said, jumping up and down in excitement. "Agustín came back, and he's a little boy now!"

Alma blinked, and the sea suddenly rose, a sparkling gold clolor mixing with the blue and sun behind the clouds. Agustín picked up Julieta again, swinging her around. "I found Julieta!" He laughed, nuzzling her again, and this time she returned it.

Alma stared at the massive waves in awe before she shook her head. She quickly gathered uo the kids, rushering them to the front door, and pushing them in, slamming the door.

"Ok. This is...magical. And very strange, but it's ok. We'll take great care of you Agustín," Alma said, her face determined. "We have some work to do, and all of you are going to help me, ok?"

The kids nodded, and Alma moved to removed theur raincoats, hanging them up. She grabbed the lantern, sighing in relief when it flickered on. "I have an important job for you Agustín. Can you hold this lantern? I'll go get some towels."

Agustín nodded, and stared at the lantern. It felt warm in his hands, and he hummed softly, smiling.

Alma turned on a few more lights before disappearing into the other room. Tge triplets immediately began running around, and Agustín followed behind. Their giggles filled the room as Julieta guided them around the house. Agustín seemed amazed at everything, even if he kept running into stuff.

They were all running when Agustín found himself engulfed in a soft towel. "There you go. Let's dry you off now," Alma said, and Agustín giggled at the aoftness of the towel. He hadn't felt anything like it. "Look at that wonderful brown hair. It's almost dry actually...you're clothes are dry too."

Julieta walked over, wrapped in another towel. "Agustín's a fish! He can't get wet!"

"Huh," Alma mummered. "Well...ok then. Who's hungry?"

The children all exclaimed rushing to the table. Agustín seemed surprised but quickly followed. As he sat at the table, he saw the triplets having an animated conversation, and they asked him many questions. He smiled, his eyes bright. He already loved it here.

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BRO LOVES BEING HUMAN❗❗❗ Felíx would likely join later, but well into the journey; like when they passed by the boats. He asks if he can come and they say yeah and he just jumps into the water and swims to their boat 😭 surprisingly his parents are pretty chill about it

ANYWAYYYYY I saw a Ponyo clip and decided to write this spontaneously <33 other stuff later, maybe...

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto agustín #encanto Felíx #ponyo #ponyo au #ponyo on the cliff by the sea #encanto ponyo au #agustín on the cliff by the sea

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wolven91 · 1 year ago

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Rats in Hats - Chapter 5

Bruno was dozing. He had only been asleep for a handful of hours before being woken when the original transport ship he’d been abroad demanded he abandon ship a few hours ago. While he had known he would need to catch up on his sleep, even he hadn’t found himself as exhausted as Keest had.

Everyone was warned about using medical nanites, on oneself or someone else. They were like a miracle, being able to seal even grievous wounds such as missing limbs or damaged organs, but the severity of the wound played a part in the resulting exhaustion.

Bruno, or Runt as the fiks were calling him, had never actually experienced the nanites for himself, he’d never gotten into such a scrape that he needed them. But aside from exhaustion, scar tissue was the other side effect. The rapid healing left no time for the body to heal ‘neatly’, meaning any injury healed by the nanites often left the puckered, raised scar tissue in the flesh. He absently ran a finger over the bright new scars that marred Keest’s arms as she slept. She was out cold behind him, her huge torso breathing in and out evenly.

The other thing about medical nanites was what everyone was told about them. Yes, they were amazing, but they were *not* a miracle cure. They *weren’t* magic.

Bruno roused as he heard the other two scrabbling up and into the tunnel that led to their home. Curious as to what Krahl had alerted them all to, he began to move out of Keest’s grip.

This was surprisingly difficult as his first attempt had Keest merely tighten her grip on him and roll over, pulling him along with her. The air was driven from his lungs as she completed the turn, ending up with her partially on top of him. She was still completely asleep, but now her hand was resting against the soft furs that Bruno was being pressed into.

Gripping the side of the ‘bed’, Bruno pulled himself outwards, slowly. He did his best not to disturb her, but her slumber was deep enough that she didn’t miss him when he finally got himself clear and stood up. He replaced the hood of his cowl and paced out of the alcove into the main room before smiling beneath his mask at the fik in the doorway, they had returned.

Till he noticed the brown fur.

It tilted its head one way, then the other as it regarded him. This wasn’t either of the other fiks he knew.

Bruno’s heart skipped a beat and felt a cold sweat begin. Keest was still unconscious and the other two were still out. The brown fik took a step into the cavern without saying a word and Bruno took another step to the other alcove. He matched its steps, it approached a step, he crossed the room a step.

It was only when he was in arm’s reach of the device on the workbench that the other fik forgot any sense of subtly and launched itself at the human. Bruno yelled, grabbed the readied crossbow, span on the spot and fired the bolt.

With a crack, it worked brilliantly, but the fik still barrelled into Bruno sending both of them over the edge of the workbench and onto the floor, launching tools and debris into the air. There were teeth and claws, it bit down on Bruno’s arm through the shawl and with a yell he shoved forwards, rolling the fik onto its back before slamming a desperate fist down across the creature’s face.

A hand snatched the back of Bruno’s collar and launched him across the room, he bounced off the table in the centre before landing in a heap. Something was shouting, there was a loud clattering of something falling. Bruno looked up and found the small cavern far busier than it was moments ago.

“Ay! He’s bleeding!” Shouted one fik near the entrance.

“Sah! More than that!” Replied a fik next to the brown intruder that was still on the ground.

A roar and yell brought the various noises to a silence. Keest was awake, and stood with an arm gripping the hardened dirt of the ‘bedroom’ archway. In the entrance doorway, a group of unknown fiks had fanned out, but had frozen as the big one now had a familiar looking blade pressed into the side of its neck from the shadow of the entrance behind them.

All the intruders had stopped moving and Bruno tried to gather his thoughts, still laying next to the table.

“What doing?!” Tahr demanded, pressing the blade harder into her captive’s jugular, a red bead appeared at the edge of the blade.

“Sah! Searching for spy! Chief demands it, yes yes!” said a very twitchy one of the fiks to the side, the brute Tahr held onto remained silent.

“No spy here, leave!” Krahl stated plainly, stalking around the side of the intruders, glowering at all of them.

“Sah, what that? Legs funny! Spy is strange…” said the one standing over the brown, very still fik. Seemingly forgetting its companion, it was pointing at Bruno now.

“Legs broken! Just saw you throw him! Why attack?” Krahl continued, distracting their attention with wickedly quick thinking. Tahr remained silent now while Keest simply stood stoically and glared at all the fiks in turn.

The brute under Tahr’s blade spoke, the ring leader.

“Blood… Chief says he wounded traitor. Blood led here… show your wounded.” The brute demanded despite the knife.

Tahr, glanced at Keest, as did Krahl. The intruders didn’t miss it.

“Step forward, show self! Show wounds! Now! Yes yes!” demanded twitchy.

Keest did as they demanded, but merely held out her arms and span in a casual circle as she moved, like a sinister ballerina. She acted as if it wasn’t an issue, but Bruno could see her tail, dragging in the dirt. She was bluffing. The damage was healed and appeared months if not years old however. As Keest made it to the centre of the room, the fik intruders looking at each other with unsure glances, she reached down and picked up both of her axes that lay resting against the side of the table.

“You come to my home.” She began quietly. “You cripple my family.” Her voice began to raise to a crescendo. “You accuse *me* of traitor!? Sah! Burn you! Burn your heads! Your heads are forfeit!” Keest declared, pointing her axe along the line of now worried looking fiks. To them, they had been sure, *certain* that they had found the traitor and spy, but now; there was no evidence of anyone actually being wounded here, bar some blood.

Keest, if not by name, by sight was famous to most fiks; she was big, she was scary, she known to be deadly. She was a berserker, a brawler. The fact she hadn’t already snapped was an incredible feat of luck in their eyes. The gang would think back to this moment, and question *how* they had such luck.

“He killed Narty!” Accused the fiks stood next to the corpse in the room, seemingly more upset than the others. They were crouched next to the brown fik that had initially been the scout. There was a significant pool of blood around the workbench, slowly sinking into the loose dirt. The workbench itself was trashed, but the brown fik wasn’t moving, the bolt half out of his back. ‘The power’s good at least’, Bruno thought from his prone position on the ground.

The human tried to remain still, not moving his legs to stick with the rapid lie that his legs were broken.

“Sah! Good!” Keest sneered at the new corpse, “Fool should know better. Seek traitor elsewhere, I will join hunt soon. Tahr, remind him for future who am I.” She finished her demand with a low, guttural hiss, teeth bared.

Bruno glanced from Keest, back to Tahr, who, as she removed the blade, slit it across the hostage fik’s cheek, opening it deeply and drawing significant blood. She stalked around the group like a raptor and slipped in next to Krahl, but didn’t sheath the now red blade. It just dripped ominously at her side.

“Leave or fight. Choose.” Keest held the ‘s’ longer than needed, holding both her axes out either side of her, low and ready. She balanced the pommels against her fingers and thumbs, having her palms open, but the axes resting within them. The message was clear.

There was no debate, barely a heartbeat later the crowd of smaller fiks actively pushed past the larger leader, no longer in control of his little band.

“Take corpse!” Krahl demanded, causing the one closest to ‘Narty’, to return, hoist the body onto its shoulders and join its retreating comrades. The larger fik didn’t hang around either, its tail was tucked between its legs as it too ran from the cavern and into the dark tunnel before disappearing out of sight.

Tahr followed moments after, presumably to check if they actually retreated.

A few heart beats later, she returned and gave a nod before marching to her work bench. Keest collapsed onto one knee, breathing heavily. Bruno leapt up to check on Keest. She waved him off, ‘just tired’, although ‘exhausted’ would be the correct term. Krahl approached, while Tahr had retrieved a small pouch from a shelf. From within she produced a length of wire with a tiny bell and walked past down into the entrance tunnel.

“We will not be surprised.” She said, glancing at Bruno before disappearing into the tunnel. A trip wire, Bruno surmised.

“Sah, your magic, how long until she is strong again?” Asked Krahl, kneeling next to the two of them without touching either, the older fik watching Bruno.

“It’s not magic,” Bruno said, unsure how SAM was translating his words, but hoping the concepts came across correctly “Her body was… forced to heal… she’s tired and will be hungry.”

Krahl nodded. The ermin considered this, it was true that even in rumours, none of the tinkerers were able to make something from nothing, there was always an exchange. It seemed obvious now she turned the concept over in her head, but what if the body didn’t have the energy to heal? What if the wound was too much? What about sickness? Sickness of the mind?

Perhaps it wasn’t magic… Krahl often listened when people spoke. Often they spoke the truth, more so than they meant, so she decided that she would not discard his words. However, even the runt couldn’t deny that his appearance had led to an entirely new world in less than a handful of hours. The branching roots of fate had only increased moments before his arrival and had only split and lengthened multiple times since.

“She needs food?” Krahl asked, raising with ease.

“Yeah, just rest and food.” Bruno confirmed, reaching out to place a hand against Keest’s shoulder. She flinched and looked up, she had fallen asleep on her knees. Bruno stood and attempted to lift her from beneath her armpits, a useless endeavour, but Keest gave a sly grin as she stood, albeit, shakily. Krahl returned with a handful of dried meat and fruit looking items.

They each escorted Keest back to the depressions where she readily collapsed into it. Krahl passed her two fist fulls of the dried meat from before which was consumed with gusto and without mercy before Keest dropped back in a limp mess and began lightly snoring moments later.

Krahl nodded and waved Bruno from her side to join Tahr and her in the main room. The dark assassin was leaning against the table, facing away from the other and down the tunnel. Krahl turned on the human and addressed him with a serious tone.

“Runt… fate is not waiting. You say Keest will recover?”

“Yes.”

“Then tomorrow, she will demand revenge.”

“Revenge…?” Bruno muttered, the adrenaline of the invasion beginning to drain from him. His hands were shaking and he could feel his lungs drawing in air with too little oxygen.

Krahl studied the runt, and moved closer. With a hand, far steadier than his, she reached out and grasped his arm.

Again, she was flooded with images that made little sense, she felt like a child once more, trying to make sense of the flood of futures that could be. Using her mother’s methods, she calmed herself, breathed deeply, and focused on the now, the immediate. The runt seemingly matched her breathing, in and out, slowing his own before he could panic.

As they calmed, the various threads began to make more sense. Only a little, but enough for Krahl to look forward and brush through the closest strands.

Krahl knew Keest enough that she would likely not wait for the perfect moment, she would abandon the runt and Krahl and Tahr in an attempt to protect them. She’d charge forward to remove the problem. It was up to Krahl and Tahr to choose to move to support her, just as they’d had in most of their adventures. It was her moral compass that assured them that her actions were always invariably for the betterment of fiks.

But despite the difficulty in reading Runt’s threads, she sensed several of them cut short, where he stayed behind, where he joined them, too many for her to advise him correctly or with confidence. It frustrated her. She was used to having a good idea of where to put her foot, but now? It was all a maelstrom. Krahl had never had such confusing visions since before leaving her childhood.

She gave a tired smile as she watched the hooded creature. He was no fik, to expect his future to be the same as their own was foolish. He was a sign from above, he literally fell from the above. His true meaning was lost on her, but his ripples that he created were seemingly immediate and destructive.

“Chief demands your death. The choice, a life. Sah; yours or his. Keest has made her choice, what is yours?” Tahr stated without a hint of mercy in her voice, still watching the tunnel. Once more, cutting to the heart of the matter while Krahl deliberated.

SAM chimed in that he should flee, that he must not get involved in internal politics, his presence was already a crime but could be explained up to a point. To support a change in leadership was unacceptable. What the AI did not explain was that regardless of his choice, it’s role was *still* to keep him alive.

“I… won’t kill anyone.” Bruno said with finality, not meeting either of their stares. He wasn’t a fighter, certainly not a murderer or even one who had a predisposition to seek revenge! Bruno had lived through the relocation from Earth, as a child, but old enough to remember everything. The feeling of being attacked, of confusion and betrayal. The desire to find a culprit but never getting a chance or even knowing where to start. This went on for over a decade. For humans of the current age? The desire for revenge was more exhausting than anything else.

No, Bruno had no taste for killing.

“Keest’s life is also forfeit, next to yours.” Tahr added, pulling a blade from a sheath over her crotch and inspecting it carefully, testing the edge against a claw. “You are not ‘unblooded’.”

“What?” Bruno asked her back. A single black beady eye looked over her shoulder.

“Most assassins never forget first kill… you forgot yours? So quickly? You saved Keest with your thrower.”

There was a single beat of silence. Bruno glanced to the now near black damp patch of dirt near the workbench.

“Where does he live?” Bruno asked first, looking at the back of Tahr’s head through his eyebrows.

She tilted her head slightly until she turned back towards the entrance tunnel. Her ears went up somewhat, Bruno thought that she perhaps had a smile on her face, but couldn’t see for certain.

Revenge certainly didn’t register on Bruno’s emotions nor even retribution for acts against himself, but protection? The defence of one’s own family or friends?

Or a group of aliens that defended him within hours of knowing him?

All of a sudden, Bruno wished he had a gun.

“Sah… He’s going to be all alone, trapped on top of a tower…” Tahr said casually, inspecting the nick in her claw before turning to face Krahl and Bruno. “He distrusts all… killed his seer even… We simply need to go see him, yes..?”

Krahl stayed silent, too much weight was tied to these actions, she would advise if asked, if not; she would simply support. If the gods did send Runt, then she would not stand in his way. She maintained her silence while extending her fingers, touching at the tips, in an old symbol of prayer.

She let the redeemed assassin guide the lost ‘spaeman’ and remembered this event for the oral history chroniclers.They *would* need to know all this.

As for Bruno, he took a moment to process what he was going to do. Most humans aren’t used to thinking in life or death terms, or at least, they weren’t. Life was comfortable and safe before. But ever since humans had left Earth, after the needless deaths on board the doomed refugee ships… Even with all the conservation efforts of the aliens up in the stars; it was still so very dangerous.

Some humans resented the conservation efforts, and remembered the ‘freedoms’ they had. Now we were lectured about eating unhealthy food, and couldn't find a cigarette to save your life.

But we didn’t go extinct. Not yet.

Now, thanks to some unforeseen event, Bruno the human, a member of a species that was marked as ‘critically endangered’ and at the top of every rescue squad’s retrieval list, was put into a situation where he would have to choose his life or someone else's.

Survival of the fittest, okay. But first; how?

“I need a weapon, you got a spare knife?” He asked the tall, dark figure. It grinned viciously. He was speaking her language.

Without a word or looking away from Bruno, she unbuckled a sheath on her hip and with a practised flick, threw it around Bruno’s waist, where she caught it and buckled it again. Bruno grasped the hilt of the dagger at his hip and pulled it free. It didn’t hiss like in the films, in all honesty it was nearly silent. Glancing into the sheath, it was lined with a fine pelt of short fur. Next, the crossbow that Bruno had worked on and used once already, was pushed into his hands. Bruno looked up at Tahr.

“But it’s yours? What will you use?”

“I will make another, you will rest and rise with Keest.”

“But-” ‘She’ll need me to show her how I did it’, he thought privately.

The fik merely waggled her finger and strolled past the human and the bemused ermin, who reached out to assure the human, who had turned to her, confused.

“She won’t be able to recreate the design? Not without this at least?” He said quietly, hefting the crossbow and walking toward the beds as Tahr righted her tools on the workbench.

“Sah, but she watched you? She saw you work. She knows it now and will recreate it. Watch and see, but sleep first, yes?” Krahl said, pushing Bruno towards the two beds in the ground, one filled, the other empty.

Bruno began to lower himself into the empty bed when he was struck across the rear by the albino’s tail, having him yelp in surprise. Tahr glanced across and chuckled, but turned back to her work.

“Hai! My bed!” Krahl said seriously.

“Well… Do I…?” He began, touching the hammock.

“Touch it and you lose finger tip! Lets see magic fix that!” Tahr promised without looking at the human.

Before he could ask again, a thick and meaty hand grabbed a fistful of the cloth of his back and pulled sharply, drawing him backwards and down into Keest’s waiting embrace. She rolled him over and watched him with a tired eye.

“You may sleep here… if want?” The slumbering grey giant asked with a rumble. Her arms were curled around him, but loose, meaning if he wanted to, he could escape. But he didn’t want to and he was going to need everything for when they woke so instead shuffled into the furs to get comfortable.

Keest smirked as she held her runt closer, wrapping protective arms around her ward. She may have said something, but it didn’t matter as she rapidly fell into a deeper, more restful sleep than before.

Tahr continued to tinker in the quiet and watched over her family, one eye on her work, one on the entrance to the home. Her quiet ministrations provided the white noise that eventually lulled Bruno into his own sleep.

It might have been morning the next time Bruno moved. In the subterranean world, there wasn’t any natural light bar the gentle steady glow of the lichen which covered most of the walls and ceiling. It made a twilight, low light world. When Bruno awoke, still deeply held by Keest against herself, he lifted his head and found that unlike normal; the light didn’t hurt his eyes; he had no need to squint.

It was around then that he realised that his back was being gently scratched as he lay there. Keest’s breathing was low and steady, she seemed to still be sleeping, but idly running the very tips of her claws back and forth. After a moment or two, Bruno relaxed once more and took time to simply enjoy the calming, almost loving gesture.

“Sah, I don’t need sight to know both of you’re both awake.” Krahl’s voice called out from somewhere in the cavern to Bruno’s back.

Bruno glanced up at Keest’s sleeping face to see a slight upturn smirk pulling at the edges of her mouth.

“Wait… how long have you been awake?” Bruno asked with an accusing tone.

A shrug from the ‘beast’.

“Longer than you.” She said simply, before uncurling and straightening all of her limbs. Her hands reached out to the wall closest to their heads, while her digitigrade legs splayed out until her very toes were fully extended. Several pops and clicks were heard throughout her body as her skeletal structure was brought to its limit and settled.

With ease she clambered to her feet and took a moment to twist and turn. She pulled one elbow towards herself, then the other.

“Huh, feel… lighter?” She said, raising a leg and rotating the ankle, before switching to her other leg. Bruno sat up and rolled to his feet, watching the gladiator move; her muscles rippling and seemingly more pronounced under the grey fur. She’d lost what little padding that she had only half a day before. A side effect of the nanites; increased metabolism drawing energy from any and every available energy source in the body to bring it back up to a ‘survival optimal’ state.

She threw a punch at the air, followed by a second, then a third and forth in rapid succession. She seemed surprised but pleased, glancing at her hands and flexing them before making fists again.

Krahl and Tahr were both standing by the table talking amongst themselves. Tahr was dressed once again in the same manner as she was when Bruno had first met her, dark, black leathers and an unreasonable amount of belts with various sized blades tucked into them. Most looked to be throwable ones; they were barely the size of Bruno’s hand, slim and almost dainty.

Krahl however was dressed in new bandages, these of thin clean white strips rather than the dirty cloth of before. They covered her arms and legs, but also were heavily wrapped around her belly before criss crossing over her chest and shoulders. A crumpled shawl of mildly dirty white laid in a pile on the table. Resting against the table next to it, was a staff; a straight length of root, curled in a spiral as tall as the hunched white fik.

Tahr placed and spun a new weapon on the table toward the human, catching Bruno’s attention.

It was an exact replica of the crossbow that SAM and Bruno had made. All the way down to the accidental score marks of a missed tool strike in the wood, it was a *perfect* duplicate. He picked up the machine and turned it over. Besides the differences in the wood itself, it was a near perfect copy.

“You made it? From scratch?” Bruno remarked, placing it carefully back down.

“Sah, will need everything to bring Chief down…” Tahr said with a shrug, as if being able to copy an entire crossbow from memory wasn’t a significantly impressive feat.

“Yeah but… you just remembered that from sight?” Bruno asked as Keest joined them at the table, slapping the leather jacket that clinked like chainmail onto the table.

“Fiks must see and learn quickly Runt.” Said Krahl as she slung the cloak around herself. The shawl was a simple affair, but was of a higher quality than anything else Bruno had seen. With her new attire, the albino had taken on a subtle cleric motif that she wore well.

“Why are you all dressed like this?” Keest asked with an accusing glare.

Tahr and Krahl glanced at each other before looking back to Keest,holding her gaze.

“You’re staying here. Chief is mine to deal with.” Keest stated into the pregnant silence.

“No. We’re coming.” Krahl replied without hesitating.

“So am I.” Bruno added.

Keest turned to him. To Bruno, it felt like a tank turret, slowly turning to lock on to him.

“What?” She demanded, her eyes wide, “No. You will not!”

Bruno grinned beneath the mask.

“Are you going to stay here and stop me?”

“You will do as I say!” Keest demanded with a raised voice, she turned on Bruno with her fists on her hips and her chest jutted outwards.

“Look, you’re saying this guy’s dangerous? That what happened last night was because he’s essentially said it’s either you or him? Well, fuck him then!” Bruno said, thrusting his own chin out at Keest, despite the fact she could wrap one hand around his entire neck.

“Don’t forget Chief says ‘spy’ must die too…” Krahl helpfully added.

“Am I the ‘spy’ Keest?” Bruno needled Keest, pinning her down with his words.

“Sah! You might get hurt! I protect!” Keest snapped back, spinning and stomping away before turning back to the group. “If you come, you might die!”

“If I stay I might die! God damn it, listen!” Bruno shouted. His words were translated perfectly and the trio of fiks stopped in unison.

Each of them listened very, very carefully. It was the first time the creature that had fallen from the stars had invoked a ‘god’ in his words. Every single one of them believed his next words had a magnitude, that they meant more than mere words.

“I mean, holy shit you need every bit of help and I’m willing! For god’s sake, why won't you let me help?” Bruno said, frustrated and angry.

Keest was taken aback, she glanced to Krahl who had her head dipped and eyes closed. Her fingertips pressed together once more. Tahr offered no help either, neither moving nor saying anything as she watched Keest for her response. Krahl had been considering the paths ahead, focusing on herself did little to help, her paths were muddled and strange, Tahr’s too. Keest’s diverged into two at this point, but they involved Runt on both, which rendered them near impossible to look past the obvious. She couldn’t even tell which were likely to end early or not. To her, Runt led the fiks somewhere, but it was as if he obliterated the destined path, as if he bucked fate off like the storm above did.

Runt, omen or prophet, now was the time to trust him or not.

Keest closed her eyes and considered what she knew. Not too long ago, she faced down her death. She didn’t want to admit it, but the Baron was even larger than the Chief and would have made quick work of all three of them. Runt’s violent arrival, in an instant, saved her.

Then her mauling, she had gone to her leader in good faith, had left her weapons and armour behind without a second thought and was ravaged in turn. He had saved her once more with his mag- no… not magic. He denied that. He had healed her…

Then defended her, even killed for her whilst she recovered.

She wanted to protect her runt, her family as well, but where she trusted her family and had no issue with them joining her in the fight, she hesitated to include Runt.

If he was family, she would defend him and his as well. Whatever family he had away from the warren would be her responsibility as well. How does one look after a family of divine beings?

She shook her head, staring at the familiar dirt of her home. She straightened, squared her shoulders and breathed deeply.

“Sah! Very well. We march as one, let none stop us.” Keest decided, swiping a flat hand diagonally down across her chest.

She had spoken.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #fik #haso #hfy #humans are space orcs #rat

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danddymaro · 2 years ago

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In that Instance | Abbacchio Leone x Reader

Kinda fluffy?

flashbacks

Mentions of Death | Sorry lol

Word Count: 1290

In that instance

It was an instant ; a single moment that could be measured by a sole heartbeat where it all transpired.

- There wasn't any time in between, yet somehow, before him, various instances flashed.

He thought about the first time he met you, how that little greeting of yours had made him anxious... flustered.

It’d been worse when Bucciarati took notice, because the knowing smile he shot him was a lot more mortifying than all of the encouragement it tried to provide.

“Did your heart just skip a beat?” the other man dared to ask as he brushed past him, following you into the restaurant before Abbacchio stumbled forward, trying to find a way to steady the awful, obnoxious drumming of his heart.

In a single second Abbacchio remembered how your expression had melted at his offering of flowers for your birthday.

It was unforgettable how the very patterns of your features reacted to his gesture.

-Flowers.

The last time he'd offered a woman flowers was at his nonna's funeral way before then.

And it'd only been a single blossom, not the assorted bouquet that had been nervously held before him as he tried to spit out a casual, 'Happy birthday' after everyone else had already done so.

He felt that it were nothing in comparison to the lovely pendant Bruno had picked out for you, or as meaningful as the assortment of things Fugo had given you which Narancia had piggybacked off.

Mista had gotten you something simple, but from what he’d bragged about, it’d been something you’ve been eyeing at that the mall for quite some time.

Leone had thought thought his gift was practically nothing to fawn over, but to his surprise you’d seemed much more affected by his own, simple gift than any other.

He couldn’t stop staring at the lovely heart shape that sat right at your collarbone, the light haired man biting his inner cheek as he cursed himself for not getting you something better.

-Something you were worthy of.

-Something that other people would look at , and know it came from someone that cared about you.

"You got me flowers..." you said, your voice soft as though you couldn't believe it, like you were being given something much more valuable than a few colorful blossoms that would wilt in a couple of weeks.

Either you couldn't fathom that Abbacchio Leone had been kind enough to offer you flowers, or you'd never gotten them before and he couldn't tell which was the case.

Well, there was also the thought that it’d been such a shitty present he actually brought you to tears, but he tried not to think of that.

Anxiously, he watched your eyes as they slowly flooded with tears, your lashes misted by a soft dew as you tried to hold back,

"- no one's ever gotten me flowers," you say with a quiet chuckle, feeling silly for being so emotional over it.

No one had ever done so, but you’d always desired it.

Because, deep inside you were a helpless romantic who's, unfortunately, never been treated as such.

Your confession took him by surprise.

It was the first time he'd seen you cry, and surprisingly, it'd been a sight he smiled at.

He'd smiled in a subtle manner, his face touched by just the softest blush too.

He'd given you a first, and he wanted to be the only one to continue to do so, even if he’d yet to win your heart.

- He though you deserved it.

Romanticism had never been his forte, and yet, according to you , it was like he'd written the book on it.

You swooned at his affection, glowed under his attention and he'd never heard anything but praise from you making him feel like he'd done so much right.

- And after feeling like an utter screw up it was something he couldn't get past.

The restaurant was lit by only a few candles, and the fragrance of freshly sprouted roses tickled your nose.

It was a scene you hadn’t expected.

Looking down at the ground you looked at the scattered red petals as they lead to a table set for two, yet another surprise.

“What...” your breath was cut short as you looked at the man beside you who had brought you to the restaurant.

“What’s all this?” you asked him as he got that teary eyed, yet happy expression from you.

“ I told you... I wanted to take you out for dinner,” he told you while stepping forward before turning back, his hand extended to you.

At that very moment, it dawned onto you that Abbacchio meant it as a date.

It’d been to your surprise that he asked out, but you’d accepted it none the less, truly grateful, not thinking about it for even a second, especially when he’d called it ‘ his treat.’

-His gift to you since the year before he’d given you nothing but flowers for your birthday, and he wanted to make the current one much more special.

When he’d mentioned Libeccio you hadn’t been too surprised, but you’d been happy to accept either way, expecting a simple outing, not an empty venue.

You also hadn’t expected the candles.

Nor the flowers that waited for you on your seat after you traveled through the petal decorated ground.

You hadn’t expected him to hold your hand throughout it, or even pull your chair out for you.

The wine that had been poured for you had caught your eye, because it wasn’t his regular brand, though you’d recognized it as a higher quality, it being yet another surprise.

But nothing had been as impactful as his confession that lead to a proclamation of love.

“You’re in love with me?” you said back with stunned surprised, your entire expression touched by that awe.

He released a little sigh as his shoulders dropped, a sheepish smile gracing his dark tinted lips, “ I was so worried I was too obvious,” he revealed, making you laugh.

Of course you told him how you felt, how wonderful you thought he was, and how you never imagined he’d see you in the same light.

They say that when a person's life is at its end, their life flashes before their eyes.

He'd always wondered what would be true, and he'd give anything to tell you that at that moment he hadn't thought about his past, the one that had haunted him for so long.

He hadn't thought about his decent childhood or even his one weighing burden that had spiraled him into darkness.

He hadn't even thought about the undoubtable pain that came the moment his body registered the brute strike.

Instead, he thought about how happy you'd been when he got you those flowers.

He thought about how wonderful it felt to kiss you, how you felt when molded by his hands, how you smelled of your signature perfume he felt honored to have cling to him.

He'd thought about how he could feel your smile during those little presses, how much his heart raced when you pushed further, wanting more from him.

"-I need you," never before has he been so eager to please anyone.

"Come on," you didn't need to pull him anywhere because he'd follow you blindly, because life with you felt like an entire adventure.

"I love you," it was instinct to pull you close and repeat the words.

"- Don't go," Your little pout always had him trudging back to bed, unable to just say no.

“Please...” that single word could make him do just about anything.

His eyes tiredly trailed towards his stand, watching it take the form of the last face he'd seen, one he could only hope would come nowhere near you.

He knew he wouldn't be able to tell you how much he loved you, how much you meant to him;

How much his family meant to him.

There was no time.

However, there was just one thing left, one last act that would sum it up.

And the single stone shard clutched in his cold hand was the precious missing piece that would lead you to his final message.

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thefandomenchantress · 1 year ago

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Do I Look Okay? - DRDT (Charwhit)

A/N - ‘Just the way you are’ by Bruno Mars was one of my favorite songs when I was twelve or thirteen or something, and after relistening to it recently my mind went ‘This but with DRDT’ like always and so I decided to write a small Charwhit one-shot about it.

Charles entered the bedroom a bit nervously. Him and Whit had to go to a fancy restaurant with his parents today, and they were meeting Whit for the first time. Considering his parents’ rather unrealistic high standards for Charles’ romantic partner, he was beyond anxious for the event. Whit was a great partner and person in general, but his parents might not see it that way, especially upon first meeting him.

But Charles was determined to make everything perfect for his parents, which included his outward appearance. He usually wore his lab coat everywhere, but today he’d neglected to do so in favor of something he hoped was more appropriate for the event. Clothing had never really been a priority for him, and as such he’d never developed a sense for what matched and what didn’t and all that nonsense. So he planned to ask Whit for confirmation that he looked a least a little bit presentable.

“Hey, Charles!” Whit greeted as soon as he saw the taller boy enter the bedroom.

“Hello.” Charles answered plainly, and his nervous, lackluster response must’ve reminded Whit of how anxious Charles was about tonight because he immediately offered Charles a comforting smile.

“…Do I look okay?” Charles asked. Whit’s eyes lit up, and he stood up, dramatically starting to walk over to Charles. Charles raised an eyebrow, confused, before realizing what was happening. “Wait, you don’t have to—” He began to say, before Whit cut him off.

“When I see your faaaace!” He sang. Charles groaned, hiding his face in his hands. He should’ve known better than to phrase his question that way. Whenever he he asked ‘do I look okay?’ Whit would insist on singing a few verses of this song. Both because Whit loved pop culture references and because, at least it according to Whit, ‘It was 100% true’.

“There’s not a thing that I would chaaaange!” Whit continued, and Charles sighed. It wasn’t that Whit was a bad singer, he was surprisingly good. But Whit dragging out every compliment in song always flustered him.

“Because you’re amazing…Just the way you are!” Whit exclaimed, and at that point Charles knew his face must be bright red.

“And when you smiiiiile…” Whit continued. “The whole world—Ah!”

Charles wasn’t sure why he pulled Whit into a kiss at that exact moment. Perhaps he was embarrassed by Whit’s compliments. Maybe he just wanted Whit to shut up. But it felt right, somehow.

When they parted, Whit’s face was definitely as red as his, if not more. Charles took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. “Thank you. I feel better now.” Charles informed Whit, unable to keep a smile off his face.

“Good.” Whit responded breathlessly.

Charles stared down at Whit for a moment. Maybe…It didn’t matter what his parents thought of Whit. At least not as much as he thought it did. Them not liking Whit wouldn’t be the end of the world, after all. Because Whit, in his eyes, would always be amazing. And hopefully one day they would see that as well, even if it wasn’t today.

A/N - I didn’t think I would be writing another one-shot for tumblr so soon but here we are. Also, thank you to anyone who’s read this far and I hope you enjoyed!

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #charles cuevas #whit young #charwhit #fluff #sorta a song fic??#enchantress’s writing

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addaxus · 10 months ago

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New Fortune My Ass! Pt. 2

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After browsing through the general store, Clarence placed his selection of assorted items on the counter. The widowed store owner processed the goods and gave him the total amount with a quiet look about her. Stuff in Nuevo Fortuna tended to be cheap, as low prices were the only thing that kept the place going—Twas an unfortunate necessity. Folks who settled here had expected the railroad to go through their town, making it a hotspot for travelers and tourists. Since the railroad went straight past the place, all they got were less than desirable clientele, mostly drifters and lowlives.

Clarence had learned a valuable lesson: Don't bank your prosperity on something that ain't guaranteed, like rumors of a railroad making your place of business a booming enterprise. Broken promises were a common occurrence apparently, especially to yourself.

The widowed store owner looked up at him as she finished bagging his items, “So how has that runt of yours been?”

Clarence chuckled to himself lowly and looked up at the ceiling then back to his feet, “He ain't no runt, ma'am. He's been doing quite well, actually. Quick-learner, too.”

The kid had been doing surprisingly well these last few weeks. He kept to himself and stayed quiet most of the time. Just focused on serving the food and drinks, cleaning up after folks, and helping get everything ready the next day. Clarence had made a point to tell him that the best he can do to avoid any trouble is keep interactions to a minimum while handing customers what they wanted and taking their cash.

You'd be amazed how little it takes to provoke some drunken fool into a fistfight. Or worse... A shootout.

She gathers his bags together and pushes them his way on the counter.

“Reckon he wouldn't have lasted this long had he not picked up on how things work around here. Lord knows what lawless, rundown hole that Mexican crawled out of from across the border.”

Clarence didn't verbally respond. He simply nodded his head, grabbed his items, and walked out the door. Once outside he simply sighed and looked up at the stars. It was too late for him to be up these days, old bones and all. He had instructed Bruno to start closing up after taking care of two regulars, Mucci and Campbell, who strode in demanding drinks and food...

“AAAHHH!”

’...SHIT!’

—

Fearing for the worst, Clarence dropped his goods and sprinted towards the saloon. He burst in, pushing through the swinging doors to see part of the saloon was trashed. Tables and chairs were flipped over like a bull had come in stampeding his way through. Bruno was lying a corner looking beaten all to hell, trembling like a scared puppy. One of the Cowboys, Mucci, stood a good distance away from him. The other, Campbell, had a steak knife sticking out of his gut.

Mucci screamed down at him, bracing his feet and closing both fists in a fit of rage, “You goddamn runt!”

The cowboy haphazardly ripped the knife out of his companion and went for the boy. Out of reflex, Clarence took out his Remington Model 1858 and fired, disarming the thug. Holding his hand in pain, Mucci turned to face his assailant only for his notorious temper to be replaced with indignation and fear.

Mucci shouted back at him with a snarl, “The hell was that for, old man?! You siding with this thieving rat! Look what he did to Campbell!” He pointed down at the poor bastard.

Campbell choked on his own air, crying out with delusion, “Oh god, Mucci... I'm dying... Mama... Help me, Mama...”

Son of a bitch! Bruno must have gotten Campbell real bad with that knife—in a spot that was more fatal than he realized. Mucci ripping it out probably did a lot worse, though. There weren't no doctors in or near Nuevo Fortuna either, just snake oil piss peddlers. The cowboy’s fate was pretty much sealed.

Clarence gained the voice to speak out and question the scene, “What happened, boy?”

“Are you blind?! You can see what happened! This runt stuck Campbell like a pig after trying to take my mon— Click!

Having the hammer on a Remington cocked back with the barrel pointed in his direction shut Mucci up as fast as a cat could get his tongue.

Clarence didn’t drop his gaze and grumbled, “I wasn't asking you.”

Realizing who the old man meant, Bruno whimpered in the corner all curled in on himself, his arms raised in a vain attempt to shield himself. Kid probably expected the worse. With a sigh, Clarence asked again...

“I want to hear your side of things, Bruno. Now.”

Hearing this, the kid shakily stood up from his spot, nervously tugging on his odd hooded poncho, trying to make himself look smaller.

“I... I was just doing like you said, Clarence. I gave them their drinks and roast beef... Senor Mucci here left his money on the table... I thought it was pay for the food...”

Clarence didn't need to hear the rest. His sharp-mind pieced it all together. Mucci had a habit of leaving a wad of cash on the table... Only to plop down coins individually on the table with which he intended to pay for his order. Seemed like a bunch of gloating in his book. Bruno hadn't known about this admittedly irritating habit of Mucci's. Moment the kid grabbed the money, Mucci lost his temper and beat the hell out of him. Campbell joined in on the beating cause he's a follower who didn't pick the best of company.

Campbell was fading fast, eyes fluttering blankly, “I'm thirsty, Mama... I'm so thirsty...”

Them words were the cowboy's last. His body fell limp on the floor, blood soaked right hand still clutching his punctured abdomen. An uncomfortable silence fell over them. Had he not been at the other end of a barrel, Mucci looked just about ready to tear Bruno apart again. The kid himself simply fell back into the corner, quietly sobbing to himself. Mucci glared at Clarence. The old man simply returned an even albeit somber gaze.

“Come back for Campbell in the morning. I'll have him loaded up in a wagon for ya. I'll pay to have him buried in the church cemetery. Ain't no need for things to get any worse.

Knowing he couldn't do nothing, Mucci took his leave. However, he stopped at the swinging doors, and glared over his shoulder at Clarence...

“Tomorrow I'm gonna bury my friend... And he won't be alone, neither.”

With his threat made, Mucci spat to the side, walked out, saddled up, and rode off.

—

As he promised, Clarence loaded up Campbell's body on the town wagon and made arrangements with the local priest and undertaker. Both had been quite considerate given the late hour. Their consideration was undercut with a slight weariness upon being told the details.

After what felt like hours, Old LeRoy returned to the saloon, went upstairs, and found Bruno sucking down on a bottle of whiskey—Or rather, a half-empty bottle of whiskey…

“It weren't your fault, Bruno. Whole mess could have been avoided had I not left you alone with them. That Mucci has a nasty temper on him.”

Bruno looked on the brink of tears again, “I killed him, Clarence! L-L-Like M-M-Mucci said! S-S-Stuck h-him like a p-pig! That makes me a killer, don't it? Dios Mio...”

The boy took another long swig from the whiskey bottle, one hand carding through his hair several times. Clarence knew he unfortunately needed it if it calmed him to any extent. Kid was only fifteen and already took a life. In self-defense, sure, but no justification will ever make the feeling better. He, Clarence LeRoy, was damn well aware of that fact...

Clarence looked against the wall, then out the window.

“Killing's a hell of a thing, kid. You take everything they got... And you can't ever give it back. They'll stay with you no matter how much you don’t want them. Those bad things you feeling right now? They prove you ain't no damn cold-blooded killer. I can see it in them eyes.”

#unforeseen: the fable of el ojos diablos #encanto #writing sample

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centipede-anon · 1 year ago

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It’s the final chapter baby!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48415930/chapters/123997957

Chapter 4

It was a relatively bright day out considering that the weather had been atrocious as of late. A bit cloudy, but at least it wasn’t storming so that’s nice. What wasn’t nice though, was the amount of food Peppino and his posse had in their possession. While they had been eating some meat Peppino hunted and the bit of leftover stock from Peppino’s Pizzeria, neither of those things were infinite. Eventually they would have to go out to hunt some more. Today seemed to be a good day to do that.

Peppino left Bruno’s maw to go out hunting for the day. Bruno couldn’t come as he was too big and the noise of him walking scares away any animals in the area. Gustavo couldn’t come either, he was just recovering from frostbite and needed to stay inside Bruno for the time being. Brick refused to come, not leaving Bruno’s side until he could be assured that Gustavo was fully recovered. With that in mind, Peppino grabbed his shotgun and left for the woods.

The snow storm may have left for hopefully a while, but there was fog. Trying to use a shotgun while it was foggy wasn’t exactly ideal but it was better than the snow storm. As he walked, he spotted the silhouette of a deer. Jackpot. He aimed his gun and then fired. As soon as he had shot the gun, the deer was laying on the ground. As much as he hated killing things, it was the only way he could reliably get food since the snow covering the ground was so thick he couldn’t plant any sort of crops.

He started taking the deer back, trying not to think all too hard about what he had done to the poor thing. As he walked though, he heard footsteps crunching in the thick snow. He looked towards the noise and tried to see who was approaching, hoping that it was someone he was at least acquaintances with. Soon he saw who it was, the one who started this whole thing in the first place. Pizzahead. He felt both scared and angry at Pizzahead, though his anger soon took over as he shouted, “YOU! What the hell are you doing back here!? Haven’t you already caused enough harm to me already!?”

Pizzahead simply came closer and laughed, “Woah, feisty aren’t we? Look I’m not here to hurt you or anything, I simply wanna play a little!” “As if you haven’t ‘played’ enough! Look at what you did to the world!” Peppino screamed loudly. He was sick of this pizza headed clown and last time that happened he had piledrived him into a tower. Pizzahead simply responded, “Oh well I do suppose there was a whole lotta collateral damage, but don’t worry too much about that. You’re fine and that’s what matters, not that I had any doubts about that!.”

Pizzahead got closer… maybe a bit too close for Peppino’s comfort, and his neck’s comfort considering Pizzahead was over 2 times his height. Peppino asked, “Why are you suddenly so glad that I’m alive?” “Well because now I can do this!” Pizzahead picked up Peppino and opened his mouth wide and then shoved him in. Peppino struggled as best he could, but despite this, Pizzahead got him down his gullet and into his stomach. “Ah, that’s better, now let’s get going!” Pizzahead strutted off somewhere.

Peppino was struggling for his life, unlike Bruno, Pizzahead’s body most certainly had a need for functioning organs, and thus had acid in his stomach. Oddly enough though, it didn’t hurt, more so just was a light tingle. Either way though, he could most certainly tell that his skin was being picked away at. Peppino yelled, “ARE YOU INSANE!? I-I’M GOING TO DIE IN HERE!” “Die? Peppino, you’re immortal like me, r-right? It couldn’t have been just dumb luck that you survived both the tower and the snow storm.” “No, I’m just a normal human! Please let me out, I can see some skin flaking off in here!” Peppino struggled more as he said this, hoping that if Pizzahead didn’t let him out, then he could fight his way out. Fortunately though, Pizzahead did let him out.

Surprisingly enough, he looked concerned and started looking at Peppino’s body for any sort of wounds. Luckily enough, there was nothing too bad that couldn’t be healed over time. Pizzahead looked at him in surprise, “You mean to tell me that that whole time, you just, survived my entourage of minions and bosses and me as well as the massive nuclear winter I set up? You’re not immortal, like, at all?” “Yeah, I mean, I got hurt by that acid. Why do you suddenly care about my well being?” Peppino asked as Pizzahead responded, “Well I got fascinated by you after the tower. I thought that you must’ve been some sort of immortal like me. So I had to test it out. I created a natural disaster that no human could survive. When I saw you out here, I thought you would be interested in knowing that there was another immortal out here. I suppose… I’ll be alone with my immortality for a little longer. How did you survive this long anyways?”

As if on queue, Bruno and Brick came up behind Peppino with thundering footsteps. Pizzahead looked up, scared, “Oh..” Bruno picked him up and growled loudly, “?onitoT ,ereh gniod uoy era tahW” “Well I was just you know having some… friendly banter with Peppino. You know, we’re such close friends!” Bruno growled again. “Alright, alright fine! I tried to eat him, but only because I thought he was immortal before!” Bruno was about to throw him before he screamed, “Wait wait wait! I-I know what I did was bad and all but I could help you! I can’t die, I can hunt for your friends' food! I could perform medical aid on your friends if you want!” Bruno huffed and looked at Peppino for his opinion. Peppino sighed and said, “Fine, you can stay. But I’m keeping a close eye on you.” Pizzahead sighed in relief as Bruno put him down. Brick snarled at him as he got dropped on the ground.

Peppino went back up to Bruno as he picked him up. “I got a deer for us, it’s back a little bit, but it should hopefully be there.” Bruno nodded in understanding before swallowing Peppino down. Peppino went down a few “floors” of Bruno’s holding pouch to find where Gustavo was. Gustavo saw him as Peppino came onto the third “floor” and quickly hugged him. “Peppino, where were you!? I was worried sick!” “Ugh, that Pizzahead guy tried to eat me alive because he thought that I was immortal or something… I do kinda feel bad for him though. Not enough to forgive him for putting this nuclear winter into action, but enough to allow him to stay near us,” Peppino averted his eyes, not sure of what Gustavo would think of him allowing Pizzahead near them. Gustavo simply sighed, “Well I suppose we should keep a close eye on him then. Just to make sure that he isn’t tricking us or anything.” “Yeah, I’m just glad you aren’t mad at me for allowing him to stay.” “Of course I’m not! You’re my top priority right now anyways. I’m just glad you’re not dead.” “Thanks Gustavo, means a lot.” With that they laid next to each other and fell asleep.

Bruno, Brick, and Pizzahead were just getting back to the cave. Pizzahead starts cutting into the meat and cooking it over the campfire. He starts to talk to Brick and Bruno, really hoping that at least they could be slightly friendly towards each other. After a few hours, dinner was ready. Gustavo had healed fully finally and decided to come out to see Pizzahead and Brick again. They ate dinner and told stories around the fire. That night, Pizzahead was allowed inside Bruno, though slightly reluctantly. None of them had nightmares that night. Maybe this apocalypse wouldn’t be all too bad.

#pizza tummy

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cinemaspoppycornuwu · 2 years ago

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𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 🔫❤🦋

It's been some months since Nicki has started her career as a Passione doctor/nurse after the incident of her aunt. To resume everything: aunt Diana was sick, met Giorno, learned more about stands, met the gang, entered Passione and now there she is learning more about medicine. It wasn't easy dealing with missions and public university studies at the same time, that's why she haven't entered in one yet. But still, Giorno gave her free acess to the library for whenever she wanted to go and would study there.

A knock was heard.

"Hm? Come in" she spoke in a gentle tone. Mista appeared in all of his glory. Olive tan skin, deep black eyes, (kinda messy) curly dark hair, in one of his fancy suits. Somewhat he made her heart beat faster than usual, always feeling more comfy with him than the other guys "Oh, Mista! What brings you here? Do you need anything? Any medication..."

"Thanks, Nicks, but I just came to tell you that we all are about to go home early this friday."

"I won't take too long, I promise. Are the others waiting for you?"

"They can go by themselves. I won't let a lady stay alone here."

"What a gentleman" she giggled "And... Pills in their places, first aid kits in their places... I believe I am not missing a thing. Okay, I'll leave with you" she hurried up to get her handbag and locked the door.

"Good. Liking living in Italy?"

"I do miss Brasil sometimes... But here it is too lovely... Sometimes I wish I could have went to public university there... But I need to be 18 to enter there at least..."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I'll do 18 in four months."

"Oh..." Mista's shoulders tensed for a moment "...in which day?"

"June 21"

"Oh thank God it isn't june 4."

"I've never understood your relationship with that number. I know you don't like it but..."

"You ain't going to take me seriously. Only Bruno knows what happened in deep details. Plus, you'll need to get at home."

"I don't have any plans for this friday. Neither on this weekend in general. Valentine's day was yesterday and I do wanna avoid the couples in the place where I live at this moment. "

The dark eyed boy let out a laugh and said "Maybe we can get some strawberry cake."

"We'll get the cake and we can go to my house. It's kinda close so that's why I come here by walking."

(Image)

"Hm... Delicious..."

"And in the right amount. Not four. Just three. The third one we can cut in half for each."

"You promised to tell me about the number four now~" teased the honey blonde.

"Okay, okay... It all started when I was 16...? 17...? It is kinda recent. I was going on my night walks as usual. And then I saw a half naked woman getting beaten up by a guy" he stopped for a moment before continuing "My head didn't reacted right and when I realized, there was a gun in my hand. The other men, probably crooks of that one guy, tried to shoot me but for some reason none of the bullets had hit me."

"Surprisingly" she smirked.

"Watcha mean by that, shortie?" he asked messing gently her hair.

"Hehe... Sorry, I interrupted you."

"It's alright" he smiled at her but went back serious when he remembered "It was four. Four shoots. And then I was in jail" the bright in his eyes had faded for a moment "But hey that happened in 1999. It's 2002."

"I... I had no idea, Mista..."

"How could you know?"

"Why you hadn't told the others about this?"

"They wouldn't take me seriously as said. And sometimes, I'd share some things only to Bruno and Giorno."

She gazed at the rooftop of her apartment and took her plate to wash "Don't you want the last slice?"

"You can eat it or save it for later. I am about to brush my teeth and put on something comfy to sleep. You can sleep here if you wish. It is kinda late."

"Wait. You don't mind?!"

"Why would I?"

He looked to the side "May I help at anything?"

"Mista, the house is fine. Well... Maybe I got something for you to wear... I do have a large shirt from my uncle... Maybe some pants too..."

"I'll only need a blanket."

"I'll fetch both just in case" she replied with a smile and dashed to her room to get everything he needed. Nicki's room was very tidy and always smelled great. There was a couple's bed, a wardrobe for her clothes, a desk for her studies with three notebooks on it, and there was a bathroom too. It was a huge thing for her bathe in a bathtub since it wasn't common to have one in Brazil "There you go. Got you as well a toothbrush, hair brush and deodorant."

"Are ya calling me smelly, miss Vasconcelos?" He asked playfully rising his eyebrow.

"Not me, but maybe Narancia right now at this moment."

"That rascal. Pfft!"

"Well, if you need anything, just come to my room."

"Won't it be a bother?"

"Not at all. You are a loving company, Guido. Why would I be bothered?" her cheeks flushed in the same instant the words came out of her mouth, realizing what was said. But Mista's face was also in the same state as hers "N-Night, Guido, just don't forget to close the windows and turn on the air!"

[. . .]

After long minutes, Nicole still hadn't fallen asleep. She got out of her room to check on Guido and go to the balcony to get some fresh air and clear her mind. And there was was, layed there on the sofa dreaming with a smile on his face. The dark curls on his hair slightly messy made him look even more adorable. The honey blonde young lady adjusted his blanket over him and went out. The streets were peaceful, nothing too much happening. Just the same things as usual: the same couple on a date, a cop walking with their dog, more people on the streets and everything okay. After like five minutes or something, she decided to enter and go back to sleep.

"Can't sleep?"

"Did I woke you up?"

"Nah. It is okay. Is something bothering you, Nicki?"

"I've just been... Overthinking..."

"Wanna sit here and talk? I can get you something to snack or just some water."

"Thanks, Mista, but all good. I just remembered some things from my school time..."

"Akward memories?"

"Yeah... Hehe, I was kinda silly looking back then."

"But still amazing, I suppose."

"Nah. Sure, the fifth best in class but still, very akward" she rolled her eyes with a shy smile "It was when I confessed my feelings for a boy and a girl and everything went wrong‐"

"Wait. Girl?"

"...I am bissexual..." she looked down "Sorry if... It bothers you but none of the others know about it yet."

"Oh no, sorry! I can't think STRAIGHT when you're close" both giggled at his non-intentional pun. But then she realized.

"Wait, what? How so?" At this very moment he knew he might have accidentally confessed to her. He could sense his face turning all red and embarassed from his words. Sure, both had a serious crush on eachother since they had met and everyone else could see, even a blind person, but never actually told what their hearts wanted to. Well, until that moment. Her eyes shone when hearing those words.

"Uh... Nevermind..."

"You said, now speak!"

"Nicki, no!"

"Please please please please please!" She came closer to him, with puppy eyes.

"Urgh... F-Fine. I like you, silly."

"For real?"

"Yeah... Since the day you came in... I was just afraid of telling it to you for... Stupid reasons... I understand if you don't feel the same–" before he could finish the sentence, she kissed his cheek multiple times, getting him off guard "Huh?!"

"And I thought I was the only one!"

"Well, come here then, shortie!" He gently kissed her on the lips. A happy, vivid, sweet first kiss. Her stomach was filled with butterflies fluttering their wings really really fast. After a few moments, the olive-tan skinned man said "Guess Narancia will lose some of his money~"

"Wait what?"

"He thought I couldn't confess to you in one year."

"Oh, the two of you!"

"What?"

"HONESTLY, EVEN HE DOUBTED!" shouted Pistol number 3

"Number 3, the neighbours are sleeping!"

"Shut up, 5!" Said 3 hitting hard 5.

"All of you quiet or no salami for breakfast!" Said Mista and Nicki at the same time.

After long 10 minutes comforting 5, the Pistols finally got tired and slept.

"Why sleeping in a couple bed?"

"I am used to those because of my back."

"I see... Wow, it's actually comfy!"

"Glad you liked it!"

Both adjusted themselves, spooning in a comfy position where they could sleep face to face. Guido gently held her back while Nicki played gently with his beautiful (and somewhat well taken care) locks. It was such a comfy and loving sensation. It was almost like if their heartbeats were in pure sync. Mista was afraid of putting her into danger just like he was indirectly responsible for the deaths of Leone, Bruno and Naracia. Even though everything was solved up thanks to Giorno, it was a huge stress and burden he had to carry with him. But as the quote says by an unknown person: who goes into the rain is to get wet. The 19 year old young man whispers for her "Nicki~?"

"Yes, love?"

"I'll do whatever I can to protect you... It's a promise."

"But who is going to protect me from you?" Asked giggling.

"Naughty~"

"Jokes aside, this is the very first time a guy tells me that stuff..."

"What happened to that boy? The one you said you confessed to."

"He actually used me at his favour. I did all of his homework for one month."

"You what?!"

"And the girl... Well, she slapped my face."

"Please, tell me they're dead."

"I guess not."

After 15 minutes of talking, the recent made couple surrended to sleep. Next morning, it was all cuddles and sweet love words between them. Now they can be the terror of single people as well like: Giorno + Bria; Leone + Syl; Fugo + Angelica; Bruno + Aria. Yeah, now Passione has lots of couples now.

[BONUS SCENE!]

[08:00 A.M Monday]

Giorno: Buon giorno, gang...

Mista: Buon giorno, don! *came holding Nicki's hand and kissed her cheek*

Bria: Wait... Are the two of you, actually–

Nicki, revealing her matching bracelet with Mista: Ye

Narancia:

Narancia: I lost.

Mista: Now you gotta pay dinner for me and my amazing girlfriend here.

Leone: Impressive how this douchebag got a girlfriend.

Aria: It is kinda adorable see him happy like that.

Angelica: As long as they don't fuck at work or be clingy next to me, it is fine. I don't want that himbo and that whimp that close to me.

Fugo: Well, I hope that he becomes smarter at least.

Bruno: Well, congrats both of you. I am quite happy that Mista won't be flirting with any other girl anymore during some mission—

Bria: TELL ME ALL THE DETAILS, NICKI!

Nicki: But I need to open my nurse off— AA! *is pulled by Bria*

Bria: I'LL BE GOING TO THE MEETING LATER, GIOGIO!

Bruno: ...that's my piccolina.

Aria: OUR piccolina.

Bruno: You're right, my princess *kisses her hand gently*

Syl (she belongs to @syntheticseraton1n ): Sup, what have I missed here?

Abba, thinking: omg, Syl ♡

Giorno: Mista and Nicole are dating, Bria took Nicki to gossip with her and get iced capuccinos and meeting after my girlfriend comes back.

#OC: Nicole Vasconcelos #Guido Mista x Nicole Vasconcelos #my writting

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avatarvyakara · 2 years ago

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Keeping things running in San Ambrosio—and Santa Cecilia too…

205. Táctica

(nf) tactics

The letters make it back to them, somehow. (Say what you like about northerners, their postal service could probably deliver messages from the dead themselves.)

Coco Rivera de Reyes is surprisingly gentle. Dolores has a habit of hearing words as she reads them, and the older woman’s tone is always so calm, so sweet, in her head. So patient.

But of course she wants to know more. Dolores expected this. You don’t get strangers writing to you out of the blue about your long-lost father’s murder (Dolores can never listen to one of Bastito’s Ernesto de la Cruz albums again) without a smidgen of curiosity. She should have expected, too, that Coco would prove herself quite perceptive of Dolores’ little hints here and there in her letter. But the other woman doesn’t say so outright; instead, she circumnavigates the topic as dextrously as any San Ambrosiano, or for that matter Dolores herself, might do. As though the walls around her have eyes and ears.

Alas, my own family prefers to limit their perceptions of events, unlike yourself. Life is pleasant in Santa Cecilia, but work is a must for all of us. A clear focus on what needs to be done saw my mother and uncles and me through many a hard year. Distractions can be a danger, and my mother has gone through enough in her lifetime that she no longer tolerates them. There are times when my cuñada, Rosita, disagrees with this assessment. I personally like to keep an open mind. I certainly intend to visit the memorial in the town when I am able. I hope to tell you all about it.

…miércoles, the memorial. The one not due to open for twelve years yet. Did they put that in the timeline?

“She is good,” marvels Isabela.

Dolores has always known everything about Isabela’s life, except for perhaps two months when she was five and Dolores four. As a happy medium of exchange, she’s always known she can talk to Isabela when things bother her, so her melliza understands a bit better.

They’re sitting on the beach together. (Somehow it’s quite rare that Dolores don’t have a heart-to-heart conversation with her family that doesn’t end up in her Room. Then again, it does mean she’s literally on her own ground.)

"I mean, you did kind of spell it out for her that we were brujas all, but never mind that."

“Hm!” squeaks Dolores, mildly indignant.

It’s not as though mentioning the magic is taboo. At least, not in the valley. But too many years of hearing what people said about Tío Bruno—said in general, to be honest—have taught Dolores that sometimes holding that kind of power is seen as holding it over other people, even when your intention is to do anything but. Someone from beyond San Cristóbal—even anyone outside San Ambrosio, really—is going to be even more disconcerted. And admittedly she's probably frightened Coco enough already, even if the woman isn't letting it show.

Maybe she should have been a little more discreet. But she’s done with keeping quiet when instead of causing a panic she can actually do something. She just needs to…measure her response, perhaps.

“She was nice enough to give some advice about Julio, at least,” Isabela goes on.

The boy in question, safe in his father’s arms as he reclines next to her, gives her melliza one of those piercing looks he’s so good at. Isabela grins.

“Do you think we might try that?” asks Mariano. (She knows everything that’s bothering him, too. It’s only fair that he knows at least part of what’s bothering her, so he can help as well.)

“Try what?” asks Dolores.

“I don’t know, maybe…well, it took two generations—four by village reckoning—for the truth about the Miracle to come to light and for the family to start healing.” Mariano’s become a little more blunt over the past year, but never rudely. Just…uncomfortable truths. Just like her. (She can only hope Julio is more like him, if only for her bebé’s sake.) “And she’s already got two children. If she starts talking to them early…”

Isabela frowns. “How? It’s one thing to pass on word that their grandfather was murdered, it’s another thing to put a name and face to the culprit without proof.”

“So maybe not proof,” says Dolores. “Not just yet. Maybe we start with us.” She looks at Mariano for confirmation of what he’s thinking, and he nods happily.

(Julio looks between the two of them and gives them a very quizzical stare. She can’t quite hide the smile that pops up on her face.)

“Us?” And then Isabela catches on. “Ohhhh.”

Stories enough about the family, subtly told, to let Coco Rivera de Reyes read between the lines even further without ever coming out and asking. Stories with enough whimsy that maybe bits and pieces will sneak into the tales she tells her children, give them a taste of the magic that their world denies them. Teach them to keep an open mind, to look in far-off places for the real answers instead of accepting what’s easiest.

Keep their eyes open.

It’s a long shot. Between the three adults in the room they’re not exactly adept at psychological manipulation. (Julio has this knack for getting whatever he wants out of his family, but she’s chalked that up to him being the most adorable being that ever was upon this earth. …stop smirking, Isa.)

"We can’t expect the family to change overnight.” If even the Madrigals couldn’t, even with Mirabel’s Songs leading the way, then how will that work for a family that has outright banned music? “So we play the long game. It's a long time until the world finds out. But Tío Bruno's vision has some leeway to it. And I think we can play with that."

Her melliza nods. So does her husband. (So does Julio. Awwwww.)

Isabela and Dolores share one more thing: being screwed over by too-literal interpretations of Tío Bruno's visions.

If they can make it easier for the poor lady to get a better future—one where her family, and maybe even Mexico, accepts the truth about her papá well before it becomes public knowledge in a small village in Colombia nearly completely cut-off from the outside world—then that's what they'll do.

That's what being a Madrigal means.

#fanfic #encanto #encanto 2021 #tiles on the roof #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #mariano guzman #Julio Madrigal #coco pixar #coco rivera #one shot collection #i liiiiiive

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lordmayokcorner · 2 years ago

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NewJeans Discography Review

-- up to 5/4/23 --

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NewJeans. A really, really, big name in 2023. Their sound is light, dark, and smooth, incorporating elements of old school k-pop and blending it with smooth production and clean vocals. In a world full of loud powerful girl crush groups, a group like NewJeans is a breath of fresh air for many. Despite some controversy with the age of some of the members, they remain not only one of the most popular 4th generation kpop groups, but will certainly be influential and relevant for years to come.

I’ve heard some songs more than others, but I’ve heard all of them at least 3 times. Each song will be rated on a scale of 1-10 with 5 being completely neutral, 1 being my least favorite song, and 10 being the best songs ever. Please take my rating with a grain of salt, my goal is to be honest not to spread hate :)

Attention - 9.5/10

Vocal chops and soft keys lead this smooth R&B style track. The verses are tight and neat, and the chorus blossoms into a beautiful array of texture, timbre, and harmony. The percussion only takes this song to a higher level. I absolutely love this song. I’m a sucker for R&B, I always have been. It’s like they took Le Sserafim’s Impurities and made it even better. Also reminds me quite a bit of Why off LOVESTRUCK! by Kep1er.

Hype Boy - 10/10

More vocal chops at the start of this song. The difference is that this beat immediately has more drive. Honey-soft vocals blend with the thin synth sound of the verse, creating a relaxed but entertaining buildup to a chorus unlike any other in kpop. The vocals in the chorus are absolutely stunning. Clear, raw, and powerful. One of my favorite songs, period.

Cookie - 6/10

A polyrhythmic synth beat starts off this song. The style is much more hip-hop inspired than the first two tracks. The clean and simplistic vibe continues, though at times it can be boring. Unfortunately, the lyrics of this song are very questionable, particularly for someone as young as Hyein. I know they’re technically about fans, but we all know what it sounds like. For those reasons this song doesn’t do as much for me, but it’s still pleasant.

Hurt - 7/10

Hi Bruno Mars! More vocal chops and more R&B feel. Classic boots-and-cats type beat. As usual, smooth and molasses-like vocals. Like Cookie, it can get slightly boring, but it’s nice to listen to. I like it more than Cookie but definitely less than the rest of the songs I’ve rated so far.

Ditto - 7/10

Ethereal and iconic “ooh-hoo-hooooo” starts off this one. Sing it anywhere in public if you’re brave and at least one person will start singing along. The snares and sustained pads are aesthetic to say the least. Unfortunately, in my opinion the vocals are less magnificent, and the melodies are a bit lackluster. Needless to say, this song is still iconic.

OMG - 8/10

More of the iconic synth sound, only here there’s a bit more resonance. More backup vocals as well. It feels like the other songs are ODD Front and this song is Girl Front (LOONA OEC) if that makes any sense. More backups, more substance. Less addictive than Hype Boy but is nonetheless a masterpiece. The “they keep on asking me who is he” backup vocal is so iconic and amazing. Despite the more involved production, this song doesn’t have too much direction and the vocals are only great rather than incredible. Solid 8.

Zero - 10/10

A glitchy arpeggiated sine synth leads the verse, and soon after a jungle beat and smooth synth bass kick in. The vocal processing is impeccable, and the surprisingly simple melodies are simply addicting in the context of the song. The drop in the melody before the tastefully chopped up pre-chorus perfectly set the stage for the uh…“Coca Cola is tasty, here’s some Coke.” A bit cringe, but it is a promo after all. Words cannot express how much I love this song though. This deserves more than a 10/10. So, SO, amazing!

Final Thoughts

Okay so yeah I am in love with NewJeans. Their concept is amazing, their vocals are amazing, their visuals are amazing, their sound is amazing, it goes on and on. Out of their discography I definitely like Zero the most, but Hype Boy and Attention are close. This is the first time I’ve given every single song on an album/collection over a 5/10. Congratulations NewJeans, you’ve set records on the charts, and records in my ears.

Thank you for reading this review! Let me know what you think!

- Maya

#newjeans #review #album review #music review

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vmeemo · 2 years ago

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maybe 100 if that isn't too big of a number?

100 (feet)

When Jackie thought that Ahato grew to 29 feet after her food binge that would be the end of it.

However that didn't go as the inktoling thought. Ahato, while still gentle at nearly 30 feet tall, became distant as well. At first she thought it was because of the sudden size increase making the fuzzy octoling think that she would hurt her by accident. Even reassuring the octoling only seemed to put her in minor ease.

But it came around a day ago, when Celia messaged her about the new details about Ahato's condition. Apparently according to what she and her agents could find was that this effect is temporary. The issue is that how long it lasts is dependent on the person and never accounted for sanitization, recovered or otherwise.

So that was something not great. Manageable, but not ideal.

Another symptom was excessive hunger, one that Jackie was all too familiar with. She may be rich, but with how much Ahato was eating, she was nearly considering just giving Ahato raw food because she's half convinced that her fuzzied condition made her less likely to get sick from doing that. She cares about the giant octoling however, so she pushes the idea to the back of her mind.

Which is why she is currently at the temporary home of both her and the octoling; a shipping shed on the outskirts of the Splatlands. It was rented out thankfully, but still. It pains her that her girlfriend has to live like this. Letting out some air she opens the smaller door, entering the shed and seeing the octoling sitting on the floor with her back turned.

"Ahato I'm back!" Jackie yells out, hoping the echo will be enough for the giant to hear her.

Ahato shuffles in place, moving her hands surprisingly quick before spinning herself around, "Jackie." She says with a cheek full, "I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon."

"Well you know me." The inktoling says, looking up at her fuzzy girlfriend, "I can't keep myself away from you. Don't tell Melone I said that."

The giant snorts, "I won't. Sorry, you just caught me at meal time."

Jackie nods at this, walking towards the giant and taking a glance at what Ahato was eating, "What's on the menu for my colossal octo today? Crates of fruit? Some fish? What was given-"

Jackie stops, though that was because she recoiled at the sight of what appeared to be Salmonid fins behind her. While she was keenly aware that MakoMart sells salmon fillets, probably from the Salmonids themselves and it is no secret that their culture is all about making themselves look tasty. But seeing the remains of what might've be a whole Salmonid? Unsettling.

"I'm... Sorry, that you had to see that." Ahato says, catching Jackie's attention. "I needed some more food, and fast. I overheard Melone and Bruno talk about Salmonid culture, and I thought that was my way out. And it... Was. I feel better now. Not as hungry anymore."

Unsettled as it was that Ahato took advantage of her size to eat Salmonids, Jackie couldn't blame her either. Sooner or later something had to give. She clears her throat, looking up at Ahato, "I get it. Just... Try to clean up next time."

Ahato weakly nods at this, moving the flipper out of sight. As Jackie watches the giant move the Salmonid part, the octoling pauses before letting out a grunt and curling up into a fetal position.

"Ahato?" Jackie runs to her head, very concerned about what is happening to her, "What's wrong?"

Getting nothing but a groan back Jackie struggles what she could possibly do to help her. Then that's when she hears a rip on the octolings shirt. Then another. And that's when Jackie realizes what is happening.

Ahato is about to grow. Again.

Jackie slowly backs up as she watches her girlfriend surge in height, no longer her 29 foot height. The shirt and the sweats that were tailor made for her start to give even more, the rips getting bigger as the octoling increases in size.

'Oh she's gonna break out of here if this keeps going.' Jackie realized. Closing the distance she attempts to get Ahato's attention, "You need to move! You'll break the shed if you don't! Please!"

While the former agent 4 can clearly see that was the one thing she didn't want to do, Ahato starts to stand before needing to crouch as she continues to grow. Getting out of her way Jackie escapes through the other door near the octoling before dashing towards the bigger doors. Seeing them open Jackie watches the still growing octoling crawl out of the shed. "You're almost out! Just a little bit more!"

With the encouragement from the shrinking inktoling, Ahato crawls out of the shed, and plops onto the dusty ground. She moves her legs away as to not damage the shed, but Jackie can see that despite that she is still growing. It wasn't until Ahato shook her head and decided to stand up that Jackie could get a full view of the growing octoling.

And to sum it up? Ahato was getting big. And Jackie can feel her face heating up as the rips and tears on her clothes grew bigger, exposing her stomach, bits of her legs, and more as she grew. It was only when she was slowing down in her growth that Jackie was able to more accurately see how high Ahato was becoming.

"Hmmm... If my guess is right..." Looking at the now partly exposed octoling from her exposed feet all the way to her head, Jackie nods and shouts up to Ahato, "You're about 100 feet now! How are you feeling?"

There was a groan from the giant octoling as she gets her bearings before looking down at Jackie, "I... Think I'm fine?" Ahato goes to kneel down before holding her head. Noticing this Jackie shouts up to her, "Don't push yourself! Take it slow if you have to!"

Heeding Jackie's words Ahato slowly desends to the ground, sitting down as she does so. Once seated the octo extends a hand out to Jackie before retracting it. Not putting up with this the now very small inktoling grabs the finger.

"I'm not going to let you do that." Jackie looks up at the giant with both stubbornness and gentle care. "You need to let me in. And cram whatever thoughts you have about 'being a monster' or whatever, because you're not. You-" Holding onto the finger Jackie, she attempts to pull it close to her. "Are my love. And don't you forget that."

While Jackie can see that there was hesitance from the giant octoling, eventually she smiles. "You are right my little squid. And I love you as well."

Jackie blushes at being called 'little squid'. Not that it's wrong this time but it still makes her flustered. "Well then, guess we should figure out-"

She in interrupted as the clothing on Ahato finally gives out, bursting the shirt and sweats apart and landing around the two. Leaving the 100 foot octo in nothing but her underwear. And Jackie's response to this sudden exposure of her girlfriends' massive nearly naked body?

She faints, unable to handle so much skin all in one sudden go.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #giant/tiny #g/t #agent 4 #jackie's tag #dedf1sh #ded4f1sh #ask #memo answers #writing #memo writes

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