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cannibalthoughts · 1 year

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⭐️ please talk to me about either your Augistin or your Luisa and their relationship with Bruno 🐀💚

Hello, Anon :D I’m going with Luisa & Bruno, who I am. Extremely Normal About. This... got a bit long XD

Okay technically I don't think Bruno and Luisa actually interact in canon BUT they're super close trust me trust me

Starting with how I characterize Luisa, because there’s some extrapolation going on here:

I think the big conflict of Luisa's character (in tandem with straight up overwork) is that she wants to be tender and vulnerable, but feels that being so would make her a burden. Other people have problems? That's part of life. They can ask for help, she'll fix it. But if she asks for help herself, it means she's a failure. It’s right there in the opening lines of Surface Pressure: she has no room for fear, vulnerability, or weakness/inability to do everything.

Also in Surface Pressure, between the Titanic and the line of doors, Luisa fixes Mirabel's glasses. It's a small gesture, but I think it says a lot about who she is. This isn't something that is any easier for her to do than it is for Mirabel. Mirabel’s perfectly capable. Luisa doesn't need to do anything. And in the action of the song, there is a lot going on that only Luisa can handle, but she still pauses for a moment for this.

In part, it could read that she fixes every problem she encounters, no matter how small, but that doesn't really cover the nuances going on. It's a very gentle gesture, even parental, and coming from a person who doesn't wear glasses herself. I think this is habit from when Mirabel was very young—young enough that she was too uncoordinated to fix her glasses without smudging them—which Luisa has kept up all these years later. Which also means that Luisa started doing this when she was young herself. That's not something she was likely ever asked or expected to do, she just did/does it because she loves her sister, who will never fully outgrow Luisa's memory of her. That's the way she loves.

(Keep that last bit in mind, I swear this post is about Bruno & Luisa)

Between this and she tells Mirabel that she (over)heard the adults talking about Bruno having a vision about the magic before he left, Luisa seems to pay attention to the people around her. In that conversation, she also doesn't speak badly of Bruno. The vision was terrible, his room is dangerous, but nothing about Bruno himself. And she knows nothing about his vision, so if she thinks it's terrible, that's a value judgment she heard from one of the adults. Considering what Alma says right before the collapse, I suspect Luisa heard someone (probably Alma) telling the other adults that, whatever Bruno saw, he abandoned them and left them to deal with it, without so much as a warning. “Bruno doesn’t care about this family.”

But she doesn't say any of that to Mirabel. And it would be relevant to whatever’s wrong with the magic. Given that Luisa is telling Mirabel to investigate Bruno’s tower, it’s not a matter of protecting Mirabel from dangerous information. I think Luisa just doesn’t believe it. Which, if my inferences about what she overheard are correct, that means Luisa believes in Bruno’s love for the family more than she believes Abuela, even after Bruno’s been gone for ten years. That trust doesn’t come from nothing.

(I don't necessarily keep that detail true in my fics, e.g. in Atlts Alma didn't tell anybody that she asked Bruno for a vision, so no one else knew. Unless Luisa actually overheard Alma talking to Pedro, but was avoiding sharing that bit of gossip, which is in line with her character. Fic-canon or not, it is always part of how I characterize Luisa, though.)

So, what we have (by my consideration, at least) a solid canon basis for:

Luisa puts on a tough facade, but wants to be vulnerable

Luisa shows her love through gentle gestures

Luisa doesn’t completely stop thinking of her loved ones as the way they used to be

Luisa is observant

Luisa believes that Bruno loves/loved the family

Enter Bruno.

Pre-walls, I like the idea that he was close with all the kids. (Nothing Jared Bush says on Twitter can stop me.) The Madrigals are a busy family, and Bruno wasn’t. I imagine that he wasn’t fielding a lot of vision requests those last few years, or going out for... anything else, if he could help it, given the combination of his poor reputation and his anxiety. And the more he withdrew socially, I think, the more the other adults would encourage him spending time with the kids. He was essentially a stay at home parent.

After the walls? Bruno’s a gentle, goofy guy. And my Bruno, at least, doesn’t stand in the present so much as straddle the past and the future. I think in the movie, when he looks at Mirabel, he sees both who she is now and remembers the little kid she once was. (Pretending to be Hernando and Jorge did work to distract her from the reality of his situation, but also made it worse. I think it would have worked better on Antonio, but Bruno wasn’t quite calibrated to interacting with a teen.) We don’t see him really interact with the other kids he knew before, but I imagine it would be the same for them.

So, the specific Luisa & Bruno dynamic that I write:

Luisa is tender but feels like she can’t let herself be because she needs to be strong and invulnerable for the family. But the facade doesn’t work on Bruno, because he looks at her and thinks “that’s my sweet Luisita” and is just as goofy and sweet to her as he’s always been. Even six foot something and jacked, she will never fully outgrow Bruno’s memory of her.

(Remember I said to keep that bit in mind? It’s one aspect in which Bruno and Luisa love in the same way.)

They also both absolutely won’t stand up for themselves, but I think they’ll throw down for their loved ones, hence my Luisa throwing Ricardo Espitia in the river that one time. They’re good for each other.

#ask game #over 1k of being feral over subtext #which I'm pretty sure the creators didn't intend a good chunk of #Too bad though! It's there! Nothing will stop me from reading into it! Bruno is Luisa's favorite tio!#encanto meta #Lusia Madrigal

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flyawaymind · 1 year

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Encanto AU idea

Notes: Yes, I am still thinking about Encanto. It is a big comfort movie for me, and the characters (especially Bruno) are good for projecting onto, and I don’t think I will ever stop thinking about any of them.

You should know that this is nothing like what I usually write for this fandom, even though this is the only thing I feel is ready to post. I believe that all of the characters are flawed, and that even though Alma loves her family, her trauma influences her actions and that leads to her making many mistakes. I don’t believe for even a second that any of the adults in the movie are abusive or bad parents/tíos, and none of what I’ve written here is actually part of my headcanon for them. This idea was just too much to stay in my head, so I’m dropping it here. It’s also on AO3.

READ THE WARNINGS. This isn’t a happy one, folks.

Content warnings and tags: angst; so much angst; implied/referenced child neglect; implied referenced child abuse; good dad Agustín Madrigal; good tío Bruno Madrigal; bad tío Félix Madrigal; bad tía Pepa Madrigal; bad mom Julieta Madrigal; bad abuela Alma Madrigal; traumatized Alma Madrigal; traumatized Julieta Madrigal; traumatized Bruno Madrigal; black and white thinking; insecure Julieta Madrigal; insecure Bruno Madrigal; Bruno Madrigal leaves after Mirabel’s gift ceremony, Alma Madrigal Bashing, angry Bruno Madrigal, angry Agustín Madrigal

Mirabel’s ceremony stays the same. She touches the doorknob, the magic door disappears, the candle flickers, making Alma panic and ask Bruno for a vision. He sees Casita crumbling, his family in danger, and Mirabel at the center of it all, and the only thing he can think of to keep her safe is to go hide in the walls to watch his family from afar.

This is where things go wrong. Maybe he makes too much noise, or doesn't close the painting all the way, or gets caught getting food at night. Maybe he does everything right, but Dolores tells the family about how she’s been hearing something in the walls, something bigger than a rat.

Whatever happens, Bruno is found not long after the failed ceremony, and subsequently the family learns what he saw in the vision. It goes even worse than he had expected it to, starting with this: Alma takes the fact that Bruno tried to hide this from her as proof that Mirabel is already tearing the family apart.

Bruno tries to tell her that she’s wrong, but Alma is scared, traumatized, and she has been spending forty years protecting her home and her family. She isn’t about to risk losing it all again. Instead, she doubles down, saying that Mirabel is dangerous, that she can no longer be trusted.

Agustín thinks that the whole idea is ridiculous. He can’t believe that they were even having this discussion. His youngest daughter has been absolutely distraught about everything that’s happened, and Agustín can’t make himself believe that she would ever hurt her family. He fully expects Julieta to back him on this; after all, she’s been right there with him comforting Mirabel in the aftermath of her ceremony. He’s more than shocked when she quietly tells him that her mother might be right.

Julieta has always carried a huge weight, and it was placed on her shoulders when she was the same age Mirabel is right now. No doctors had followed Alma and Pedro into the jungle. Before the triplets got their Gifts, the town just made do. For thirty-five years Julieta has been the only thing standing between the entire Encanto and medical disaster. She has spent all of her life around the sick and dying, has seen all sorts of horrific injuries. If something happened to the miracle, if she isn’t able to heal everyone anymore, how long will it take for them all to just die off? Part of her knows her reasoning is illogical at best, but fear and shame are powerful motivators, and her mother has been wielding them against Julieta her whole life.

Stunned, Agustín turns to Félix, believing that surely the other Madrigal in-law would see that this was wrong—but Félix shakes his head.

“The Encanto needs the magic,” he tells his cuñado, “It’s the foundation of the whole area. Who knows if the land will even hold up without it?”

He sounds so sad as he says it, like he’s already mourning the loss of the youngest Madrigal. As though there is no avoiding what is about to happen.

Pepa is practically tearing her hair out as she runs her hands down her braid, trying to keep the hail and freezing rain that is buffeting her shoulders from affecting the rest of the room. She doesn’t want to lose any of her family, but she has known Bruno for longer than Mirabel has been alive. He and Julieta are her triplets, three parts of a whole, and if she has to choose between them and her niece, her siblings will always come out on top. Still, she thinks of her little Camilo, not even a year older than Mirabel.

“Maybe there’s a way to change the prophecy, change the future,” she says, “Maybe there’s something less extreme that we can do to stop Mirabel from destroying everything.”

She can’t meet anyone’s eyes, and voice is weak and shaky. It’s clear that she doesn’t believe what she’s saying. Not even Félix can bring himself to support her argument, though he wraps a comforting arm around her waist.

“No,” Alma says, voice sharp and cold as a blade. “All of Bruno’s visions come true. All of them. We must deal with this problem now, before it can take root.”

It’s two against four. Desperate, Agustín turns again to Bruno, pleading with him to find a solution. “Hermano, I know your visions aren’t always clear. There must be some loophole, maybe some detail that you missed?”

Here’s the thing: although the stakes have never been this personal, this argument isn’t new to Bruno. In the past his mamá has used his visions to dole out punishments well before any crime was committed, and Bruno knows word for word how the fight will go, so he tries a different approach. If he can’t change their minds, maybe he can at least make sure his sobrina isn’t punished too harshly for what he had seen. Maybe he can still keep her safe, or at least, safer.

“What are you even planning to do?” he asks his mother, “You can’t just kick a little girl out on the streets, especially not your own granddaughter. Even aside from how cruel that would be, there’s no way she would be able to survive on her own, and none of the villagers would be willing to help her, not if it meant going against you.”

This is what finally makes Julieta speak up.

“Surely Mamá isn’t thinking about kicking Mirabel out entirely,” she says. “Maybe we can just keep her isolated until the danger is past. Casita can make a new room for her. The Mirabel in the vision was a teenager, no more than sixteen at the most. I would rather spend a decade or so with my daughter locked away under the same roof than a lifetime without knowing where she is.”

Alma rests a gentle hand on Julieta’s shoulder. “I understand your concerns,” she tells her. “The love of a mother is a powerful thing. But you cannot allow your own selfishness to bring harm upon the miracle. As Félix said, there are many more lives at risk here than just our family. The needs of the many must outweigh the needs of the one. This is no different than separating a contagious person from others to keep the disease from spreading.”

Julieta doesn’t have a counter argument for that, and the tiny spark of rebellion in her eyes goes out before it can catch flame. She closes in on herself and cries quietly, muffling the sobs in one hand and using the other to grip Agustín too tightly for him to pull away. She doesn’t notice that he isn’t holding her hand in return.

“This isn’t a disease they’re talking about,” Bruno says, desperate to make his family see sense. “She’s a little girl, barely five years old, who is just as scared as we are. It was her door that faded away, after all, and she isn’t even old enough to comprehend the potential ramifications, let alone bring down the whole Encanto.” His voice is shaking with barely contained rage and old hurt as he continues. “Mirabel isn’t some kind of curse. She isn’t bad luck and shouldn’t be shunned because of a bad vision. She’s just a child, just a kid. She’s done nothing to deserve any of this. It’s not like she can create the future.”

The argument goes on as emotions become more and more fraught, each person trying to speak over the others. Each person except Alma, that is. She hasn’t taken her eyes off of her son, and after a few moments she raises her hand. The gesture is enough to make everyone fall silent once more.

“Bruno is right,” she says, and Agustin lets out a sob of relief. “The jungle is too dangerous for a young child, and although the future is unavoidable, Mirabel isn’t the one who set it in stone. That is why Bruno will go with her.”

The response is immediate and loud. Pepa and Julieta argue that there has to be another way, that they can’t lose their little brother again. The short time he spent in the walls was painful enough.

Agustín is yelling, swearing, asking how Alma can banish two members of her own family, her own son and granddaughter, based on something that won’t even happen for another ten years.

Félix is quiet, but he has turned to glare at Bruno, as though this was just a repeat of his and Pepa’s wedding, as though the prophet wasn’t one of the only people trying to stop this in the first place.

Bruno has gone pale, his breath knocked out of him by his mother’s words and the clear message between the lines. His mother believed that he was to blame for his niece’s future, for the potential downfall of the family and the miracle, and so he would be punished along with Mirabel. Somewhere under the shock and hurt, Bruno feels a little bit of relief. At least he knew what she thought of him, now. At least she wasn’t pretending to care for him anymore. No more masks, no more condemnation thinly disguised as encouragement. He hears himself speak as though through a long tunnel.

“Fine,” he says, the single word cutting through the noise. “If all of you are willing to let your fear rule your actions, then Mirabel is no longer safe in Casita. I always swore I’d never let any of the kids turn out like me, and if I have to protect Mirabel from our own family, then I will. Clearly neither of us are welcome in Encanto anymore, but I’ll be damned if I let Mirabel go out there on her own.”

Agustín tears himself away from Julieta and clings to Bruno, pleading with him not to take his daughter away, to wait a day, to give everyone a chance to come to their senses, or to at least let Agustín leave with them. Bruno’s ceyes are sad as he brushes off his cuñado’s hands.

“You have to stay here,” he says.

He doesn’t tell Agustín that the others could turn on any of the other kids just as quickly as they have turned on him and Mirabel. He doesn’t say that they can’t take them all, that they’ll never make it past the mountains with so many children and so few adults. He doesn’t say that the rest of the kids need at least one person in their corner, should something like this ever happen again. He doesn’t need to say any of it. Under the shock and panic and heartache, Agustín already knows that he has to let this happen, to let the man he thinks of as a brother leave with his youngest daughter. He knows, and it hurts him all the more.

There are a few more weak protests from Julieta and Pepa, but the decision has been made. Bruno and Agustín go to Dolores’s room, where all of the children had been sent so they wouldn’t hear the arguing. Agustín begins to cry when he takes in the way they’re all curled up together, with Mirabel right in the middle of the pile. The sound wakes Dolores from her light sleep, and her movement wakes the other kids, like a little line of sleepy dominoes.

Bruno isn’t doing much better than his cuñado, but he gives a watery smile as he informs the kids that he and Mirabel need to leave the Encanto. No, he isn’t sure how long. No, no one else is going with them. No, this isn’t because of anything that any of the kids had done. No, he isn’t sure when they’re coming back.

“Sometimes grown-ups make bad choices,” he tells them, barely disguising the bitterness in his voice. “It’s better for me and Mirabel if we go, to put some space between us and the Encanto.”

Dolores speaks up for the first time that night, even before she had been sent to bed with the others. “Will you be careful, Tío?” she asks, “Will you protect her?”

Bruno swallows against the lump in his throat, wonders if her room is as soundproof for her as it is for everyone else. “Lola, I swear that I’m going to do everything I can to keep her safe. To keep us both safe.”

By now all of the kids are crying, confused and scared. They’ve never seen Agustín so upset, have never seen him cry like this, no matter how badly he’s gotten hurt. Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel are clinging to each other, and even though Camilo is held tight in Dolores’s lap, he has one little fist clenched in Mirabel’s dress. Agustín kneels down to detangle his daughter and pull her away, giving her one last tight hug and a kiss. For a long moment he just keeps her close, breathing her in, petting her hair, feeling her weight in his arms, trying to cement everything about his little girl in his memory. She is trying so hard to be brave, but he can see the way tears are rolling down her cheeks and how her bottom lip is trembling. Through it all, she pats his cheek.

“Don’t be scared,” she tells him, “Tio Bruno is really nice, and we’ll be back home before you know it, okay?”

It’s the same thing that he and Julieta tell their daughters whenever they don’t want to go to school, to reassure them that their teachers are kind and that at the end of the day the girls would come back home. Agustín clutches Mirabel to his chest and sobs into her hair, his whole frame shaking. He feels a hand on his shoulder and desperately turns away, but Bruno moves with him and gently lifts Mirabel from his arms. The prophet is crying now, too, but for Mirabel’s sake he still clings to a brittle smile.

“I’ll take good care of her, Gus,” he says, “And hey, Mira and I will try to write as soon as we get settled, okay? Let you know all the news from our new place.”

Agustín nods and does his best to paste on a smile, but both men know that even if they found a way to get a letter back to Encanto, Alma would never allow it to reach the rest of the family.

They make sure each of the other kids says goodbye to Mirabel before leaving the room to find Julieta and Alma in the courtyard with two old suitcases. Agustín ignores them, instead going straight into the kitchen for the strongest bottle of alcohol he can find. It doesn’t escape his notice that although Julieta looks worried and upset, neither of the women are crying.

Bruno won’t let go of Mirabel, so Julieta has to awkwardly hug them both goodbye at once, her brother tense and angry in her arms. He refuses to let Alma come anywhere near them, even to say goodbye, and rejects Julieta’s help as he uses an old blanket to tie a still-sleepy Mirabel to his back so he can pick up the suitcases. Leaving his mother and sister with one last withering glare, Bruno walks out the door, forcing himself not to look back as he and Mirabel leave the warmth of Casita and go out into the night.

He hopes that by leaving the valley, he can break the prophecy and change the future. He hopes that Mirabel never has to step into this town again, but if the vision holds, he hopes the death of the miracle tears this place to the ground. If she does come back at some point, he will make sure he’s right beside her, keeping her safe.

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monsterkissed · 1 year

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i know you have shared snippets of fics and ideas with me and i am just sat here like wait wait wait which one is bad end and which one is worse end. i am gently asking for a little bit of "bad end" to orient myself. also, unrelated: lotd2 heehheehehooo (<-not a request, just excitement)

responding in reverse order, i have definitely already shared this part of lotd2 before but it's one of my fave openings to anything i have ever written so We Shall Read It Again:

Bruno Bucciarati was dead, so Giorno did not get to see him as often as he’d like.

Little flashes, sometimes. Little moments. A word or two. A look. A sigh. A smile. Once or twice a month, if he is very lucky. He likes the smiles best, but they are by far the rarest, because Vinegar Doppio hates Giorno more than Giorno has ever hated anything in his entire life, and Vinegar Doppio is the one living in Bucciarati’s animated corpse.

it is to my eternal shame and frustration that "bad end" and "worse end" have absolutely nothing to do with each other. i think "worse end" actually predates "bad end" because there is something wrong with me as a person.

let's unearth a bad end under this cut and see what we find...

The creak of a footstep woke Doppio out of his dreams with a start. He tried to get up, before remembering that of course he couldn’t and going still again. He could barely even tell that his eyes were open in the darkness, blinking only changing the texture of the shadows, but he could hear well enough to count the footsteps. If the one that had woken him had been the first, there would be ten more. He counted them out, one after the other, his heart beginning to beat harder when the sound of them softened as they crossed onto the carpet.

Doppio held himself very still, breathing as quietly as he could. Making any sound would make the footsteps stall, and every second already felt like an eternity as it was. He was usually safe, though, all bound up in cuffs and blankets.

Apparently he would sometimes jerk or twitch in his sleep. It didn’t surprise him; he still dreamed of knives and hands and growths sometimes, especially when he had dozed off alone. Better that he be kept safe.

The footsteps stopped and Doppio held his breath, not letting it out until he felt and heard the thump of weight settling on the floor. The soft hush sound of the carpet being pulled back. That let the light in between the boards and Doppio flinched away from the brightness of it, even as the sight of the shadow blocking out parts of it made his breath try to pick up again.

The click and scratch of screws being removed. Careful, slow, methodical. It must be a good day. Doppio allowed himself to move, still blinking back the light but trying to turn towards it regardless, and then with a heave and a thud it all washed over him at once, blinding.

For a second or two that was all. Doppio’s eyes struggling to adjust and the shadow looming over him, letting out a soft sigh.

“Oh, Doppio.”

The shadow scooped him up with only the slightest effort, pulling him out of the dark, warm space under the floor to huddle on the carpet as his hands were unbound and his limbs freed. As soon as they were loose he reached out and crushed himself close, ungainly, awkward angles, clinging there and being clung to in turn. When they were so close that he could feel their breath synchronising he let his hands drop, running down the arms loosely wrapped around him until he found the hands at his waist.

Sometimes that was as far as it would go, at least for a while. The hands would be stiff, tight, shaking, and Doppio would sit where he was and patiently stroke the tension out of them, keep drawing rough and fractured breathing back to his own steady pace and try not to listen too hard to the words being mumbled into the crook of his neck.

But today was a good day, so after only a few minutes the hands went calm and still in his own and he allowed himself to look up and see the Boss smiling down at him.

“You look tired, Doppio. Did I wake you?” When he shook his head he smiled again, very gentle, indulging the lie. He glanced around the room, eyes lingering on the shuttered windows. “We… have a little time, I think. There is some work to do, but… I think I would like to start with you.” He ran a thumb over Doppio’s lips, so gently that he could barely feel it catching on his stitches, and then kissed him so firmly that they hurt a little when he pulled away gasping.

And the Boss kept smiling at him, as beautiful and awful as the first time.

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mooneyandsuney · 1 year

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01/03 | 20.39

Just wanted to talk to you via writing, feel like i need it also because feeling a neumonic feeling, even though it’s different from how it was.

Relating to my old self, that guy you thought would tangle your tongue between his teeth. I kinda feel like him again, to be honest. Even though i feel more comfortable of being vulnerable around you and to you nowadays.

Be prepared, your baby’s bout to get a bit whiny.. (hehe)

Also hope this can entertain you since (i’m writing this with a mood of going out on a date with you or maybe see you letter game vibes)

I feel like him(younger me), i feel less than you, unable to obtain, contact, catch up, maybe even deserve. Honestly doubt towards my self has been growing, maybe i don’t communicate it enough(my bad) but yeah it’s been growing, that worthless feeling i felt back then.. it’s back. Wouldn’t hurt to catch with old friends(feelings) i guess (hehe)

This feeling it drives me and i know it, maybe even it’s part of your plan for us. Not surprised if it is (you are that smart)

Currently feeling this makes me happy and sad at the same time. Usually it just drowns me in doubt and sadness and just creates the self victimizing jason you’ve met before. But yeah, kinda makes me glad because it reminds me just how far that doubt brought me and just how much you’ve convince me of my self.

Truth about my answers for you’re “pernah kepikiran ga waktu awal sama aku?” questions, is that “no” i’ve never thought i’d develop this far especially with you involved. I’ve never thought i’d find Her, was optimistic, yes, but not realistically. (Wkwkwk)

And now it’s back, but i’m not gonna forget the parts we built together, the parts i actually “did it” i made it Kim! I grew, became better! Just like what you said… :)

And of course i wouldn’t forget the mistakes that brought me here, the valuable lessons i’ve learned and you’ve so amazing understood. That’s part of why i’m sure you’re Her, no one in their right mind would try to understand me until this far. I’m aware i’m a lot o handle and god i’d do a bruno for you(grenade)

Honestly i know just how grim and messed up i’d be if it wasn’t for you. The things you did. How you did it. God i am addicted.

I’d go fucking crazy without you.

(Walau sudah)wkkwkw

I’m sure i wanna marry you, (younger me) just doubts if i could or not. I’m belive that you’re Her, but turns out having that concept for years, i never developed the mind set that i deserve Her or not.

You(Her) are just so perfect, turning me on my self since the desire to fucking be the best for You(Her) is fucking killing me. But thank God i’m not dead already. I get a chance to be with You(Her) the one thing i want most in life. My Holy Grail. Literally nothing is able to stop me from getting it, a true paradox in my life. Needing and wanting while also doubting.

*just scrolled up this text, you probably don’t know when you have the time to read this (wkwkwkk)

I wan’t to be with you, with all the risks and the challenges. I am truly aware of, God i pray for all the determination in the world to let me deserve Her, truly deserve Her.

Melody, Sis, Keep Her self safe for me. Need your hands on this one, i did it sis! I found her, just have to figure out how to take care of her the rest of my life. I told you she’s real, we both believed in that huh.. she’s there, maybe give her a hand if she needs it *she’s got a thing for independence so don’t over due it. I’m sure you understand. She’s a keeper isn’t she? She did it all Sis! All i believe you would. Kinda scared though, your brother thinks he’s still not enough for her. I Could use a hand in this.. i’m serious! You know she’s the one too right?!

I wish You were here.

You’d probably know what to do, i just had to take you place huh? Could it be the both of us? I miss you… i really need your hand, i need a hug.. not many are hugging me nowadays, they expect the strong me the best of me. I need you. I’m sorry for being silent for quite some time. I want to come see you ASAP i think i could really use that. It’s hard, i could use some pointers from you. She’s the closest thing to you, and now she’s out there far from me, guard her for me.. please…

I’ll come for you Kim, just like “see you letter game” i’ll be back for you, i’m yours, all of me. You showed me i could, then i will.

I miss you Galliley Cikal Ayu Caraka and i love you. Just as much as i love my self turns out.

🌝 - March, 2023

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jayswritings13 · 2 years

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Disney: Psychic s/o

Request: "Hi! Could I request Dr Facilier, Hades and maybe Dipper and Mabel with a reader thats kinda like Bruno (can see the future, superstitious, a little bit paranoid and nervous), if this is over a character limit you can take anyone out. So sorry if this is a bit weird feel free to delete if you want" by @underqualified-human

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

Dr. Facilier

It took you a while to even get the nerve to tell him about it.

Despite all the magic and voodoo, Facilier is still curious as hell about how you can see into the future.

Don't get him wrong, that's his gimmick for the tourists.

But, maybe having you see into the future as well, might also be better for business.

Well, until he sees how much of a nervous wreck you are.

Now, Facilier cares about money a lot, but he also cares about you

But he'll still ask you all the time, just to see if you changed your mind.

He does help you work through some of that superstition

"....Alright, you're doin' it."

"I....." You paused, "I don't think that I can move any closer than this."

"I mean, I don't like that creature more than you, but...."

"Facilier!"

"What?! I'm not an animal guy! you knew this!" Facilier said, eyeing the small black cat sitting in front of the both of you. "You're lucky it's a cat an not the ladder again."

"You wouldn't." You gasped. "Not after the last time."

"Try me."

Facilier's actually pretty good at calming down anxiety and anxious thoughts.

You refuse to give him a reading and Facilier refuses to hear one.

He's not about to listen to you give him horrible news when he already knows that that's going to happen anyway.

But, that doesn't mean that you don't like to mess with him

"I wouldn't grab that one today," You said in passing.

".....why?"

"No reason," You shrugged.

Hades

SCORE!

After all, Hades has had it with the Fates.

They can never give a straight forward answer, and seem to only cause more frustration than it's worth most of the time.

Now that he's got you, he doesn't have to bug them as much.

One problem though.

You were too scared to really use your powers for anything, which was something that Hades didn't really account for.

"You....What?"

"I don't really use it."

"Babe, I don't think that I'm understanding here?" Hades said, "Enlighten me a little."

"I hurt others in the past by seeing their future. I refuse to do so to anyone else."

"Alright, alright."

"Thank you." You sighed

"....But," He grinned, "And hear me out, I'm immortal, so nothing that bad could really happen to me, right? So, telling me the future would be okay."

Hades only stopped asking so frequently once he saw how anxious and upset you get whenever you do get one of your future visions unannounced.

He's still gonna ask, but he won't push as hard or ask as often.

It didn't take him long to notice how nervous and anxious you were.

"What's the issue?" He asked, surprising you one day. "Did someone do something?"

"Uh...." You said, "I just don't always see the nicest future for others. I guess that I let it get to me."

From then on, Hades made sure to always keep an eye on you, even trying to learn some calming techniques for you to do.

Although, he's gonna drop them in the conversation really subtly, and in passing.

You often like to leave him notes with little 'fortunes'

"Today is gonna be a good day. Trust me!"

"Well, how can I not when you put it like that?" Hades grinned.

Older!Dipper Pines

Dipper has so many questions.

He shoots them off rapid fire, not even pausing to breath.

"Hey!" You said, reaching out to stop him from rattling off any other questions. "You don't have to fire them all at once." You laughed.

"Sorry, I guess that I got a bit carried away, but I mean.." Dipper said, "Can you blame me?"

"Based off of what you and Mabel told me about this town, me being able to see the future should not be that much of a shock."

"Well it is to me! I've seen supernatural things, but no one I knew ever was one." Dipper said, "Besides, Bill, but I don't count him!"

"Oh, yeah, not even Gideon?"

"......Okay, so maybe this the second time." Dipper muttered, deflecting any and all memories of his first confrontation with Gideon.

You, of course, answered all and any of Dipper's many questions.

Although it did get to that on dreaded one that you hated.

"What do you see in the future for me?"

You knew that he didn't mean anything by this, but it still threw you off and caused more anxiety than you're willing to admit to.

Of course, Dipper was more than apologetic when you explained it to him, but he couldn't help but be curious as to why you don't like you power.

He also understood if you hid it from him for a bit, especially with he ever curiousness and ever invading Great Uncle Ford.

Which you defiantly understood when you first met Ford, who immediately bombard you with so many questions, even more than Dipper had when he first found out.

Even though you weren't a huge fan of using your power, you did like to sometimes mess with Dipper a little.

"DON'T GRAB THAT!"

"wHAT?!" Dipper dropped the pillow without hesitation, "Why?!"

"I can't tell you, but trust me!"

"Don't let them fool you, kid." Stan commented, "They did the same thing to me last week."

"And did you end up locked out of the house like I said?"

".........no." Stand said, before turning to Dipper. "Okay. I take that back."

Older!Mabel Pines

Has questions, but not like Dipper.

She likes to ask more about if you've tried to see your own future

Or if you've seen anything about her in your visions.

So when she see you get so anxious and quiet when she asks this, Mabel immediately knows that she should not bring it up again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean-I just-" Mabel sighed, "You don't have to answer any of those dumb questions."

"...really?"

"Yeah!" She said, making you smile. "C'mon let's grab a movie or something." She paused, grinning brightly, shifting her gaze towards yours. "But, no spoiling the ending!" She laughed.

Mabel made sure to always keep her eye on you whenever she made some kind of light hearted joke about your future telling abilities.

If you weren't okay with her making jokes about it, she'll immediately stop once you tell her to do so or make it clear that her jokes are making you uncomfortable.

But if you don't mind them, she's fine with just making little jokes like that.

She also really likes seeing that smile on your face whenever she does crack a joke about your abilities.

You quickly learned that this is Mabel's way of beating around the no talking thing when it comes to your powers or really any touchy subjects with you relationship or relationship with others.

You quickly see that Mabel wants to keep everything peaceful and happy, which was confirmed in any and all visions that you've had about Mabel.

You often do not tell Mabel about these visions, except for the off chance that she witnesses you in that state or in the aftermath.

"It's okay. I have you. I won't let you go until you tell me too." Mabel said, tightening her arms around you, pulling you in closer towards her.

"I saw....I couldn't...." You breath out, shaking despite Mabel's tight grip.

"Shhhh." Mabel whispered, "It's okay. You don't have to tell me any of it, if you don't want to or it'll hurt too much." She added.

If you wanted to talk about the vision that you saw, Mabel was more than willing to listen to you.

If you didn't, she was more than happy to just sit with you and hold you.

Mabel refused to leave your side until she saw you smile, heard you laugh, or was 100,000% sure that you were okay and that she didn't need to hold you in a tight hug anymore.

Not that she didn't like doing that anyway, but she always wanted to make sure that she was comforting you in a way that you wanted and not in the way that Mable assumed you wanted.

You always appreciated everything that Mabel did to make you feel comfortable whenever you felt like this.

#disney hades #disney villains #disney x reader #disney headcanons #dr. facilier #gravity falls mabel #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls #gravity falls headcanons #dipper pines #gravity falls dipper

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j6suke · 3 years

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buccigang’s favourite part of your body-!! Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

bruno: your mouth, he adores your smile and kisses. when you smile his heart melts and his chest grows tight, no matter how many times he sees it. and god, your kiss. every time your lips touch him he swears it adds another 50 years to his life expectancy.

‘Never stop smiling, amore.’

‘Hm? What? No, kiss me again.’

abbachio: oh lord-hum this man to sleep every single night, he’s in love with your voice. all of those comforting words you’ve told him are his treasure. the way that whenever he says ‘i love you’ and you say it back without a second thought, it truly brings him inner harmony. your gentle nature is resembled in your tone and abbachio absolutely lavishes in it. if you send him voicemails throughout the day,he’ll replay them and go so so soff.

‘Say that again. No-not that- that you love me,’

‘You have no idea the effect you have on me, my dolce.’

giorno: he’d clap you in a staring comp.LMAO IM SORRY OK ANYWAYS- your eyes are the most elegant and captivating thing in the world to giorno. he finds comfort in the midst of your glassy stares, and how they show nothing but passion toward him. let alone how observant giorno is, your eyes speak for themselves regardless. they’re just so damn gorgeous to him.

‘Let’s stay like this a little while longer. it’s not my fault you look at me like that, amore.’

‘I promise, cara, i’ll let no one ruin that glisten in your eye.’

mista: chest. yes, i know, boob go brrr. it’s much more than accidental cleavage mista gawks at- it’s your heart. nothing brings peace to this man like laying on your chest. he’s not open about it though, he plays it off as your ‘hot physique tm ;)’ he also adores your collarbone and shoulders. mista will trace his fingers around that area a lot, truly reminiscing on your love. you definitely have a lot of hickeys there. not to mention he totally thinks your bust is hot too so-

‘I don’t care that it’s 3 in the morning, let me lay on your chest- what do you mean why? because i want to?‘

‘Tesoro i love you but your boobs are in the way-‘

fugo: oh what fugo would give to be entangled in your cute grasp all day. when he wakes up during the night, he’ll look down to see your plumped face pressed against him snuggling into him as closely as you physically can, and it makes his heart skip a beat. fugo is constantly holding your hand, at the very least- and GOD- when you do the little bicep grab with your smaller hands, he sees fireworks!

‘Cara I don’t want you catching a cold, come close.’

‘Hm? You can’t reach the cookies? Cute.’

narancia: waist- but he insists on referring to it as belly or tummy. this boy gives no fucks what you look like. abs? hell yes. pooch? hell yes. chubby? hell yes. plus size? hell yes. somewhere inbetween? hell yes. bloat easily? hell yes. scars? hell yes. you get the point. hugging his love from behind is one of his favourite things to do, especially when she don’t expect it. when you get cramps, narancia will be right there to massage you for as long as you want, and give you all the butterfly kisses he has. bye the way, if you wear a midriff around him-be prepared to be devoured in affection and love. always a hand around the belly. always. And he’s not afraid to tickle you too. watch out.

‘Are you feeling any better? Yes? Too bad you’re still getting kisses.’

‘Your lil love handles are so cute! Come here!!1!1!’

-this took so long for no fucking reason, i’m too adhd. like i started this at 8pm and it’s 4.30am rn?? girl?? therapy??

anyway i hate the way this turned out but like i need to go to fucking bed, ty for reading ily!-

#jjba #jojos #jjba x reader #bruno buccellati #bruno x reader #fugo x reader #narancia x reader #giorno x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #abbachio x reader #mista x reader #part 5 #vento aureo #jjba x y/n #bucci gang

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ironmariposa · 2 years

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Encanto Fanfic Recs

I love making fanfic rec lists and I’m excited there’s enough on my Encanto list to start one. I will continue to add as I find more.

Tiles on a Roof by @avatarvyakara

Summery: A series of one-shots set among the family Madrigal.

Notes: love every single one of these. Very in character. Read everything he writes, you won’t regret it.

Rumble Thu Bellyful! by @cheetee

Summery: Everything is perfect between Mariano and Dolores. There's just one thing: every time their relationship comes up, it starts to rain. Why doesn't Pepa Madrigal seem to approve of her new future son-in-law? Fortunately, Mariano is determined to earn her trust. And he's found just the solution. There's definitely no way that this can go wrong.

Notes: THIS FIC!!! The characterization of every single character is absolutely spot on!! I laughed so much reading this, my heart melted and I can not wait to read it again! So so good!!

A Gift By Any Other Name by newfallenleaves

Summery: They’d all had such hope, when Mirabel did not receive a curse. But Casita does not take well to defiance. And she is not willing to give up her thralls so easily.

Notes: Encanto as a horror movie. Such a good, fun twist.

When the Cats Away by @cheetee

Summery: Tío Bruno is in charge, and he's banned Camilo and Mirabel from saving Encanto.

Heavy Blanket by between

Summery: The first time Camilo remembers seeing snow, he's three years old and his mamá won't come out of her room.

When It Rains, It Pours by by Wolfsong6913 & Word_Addict

Summery: Felix never used to like the way Pepa's weather was out of control whenever she was pregnant. He soon learned that it never lasted for as long as he'd like.

A Little Light To Make Us See by wolfsong6913

Summery: All is well, the Casita and their gifts are restored, and the Madrigals couldn't be happier. Most of them, anyway. Camilo, however is upset at how he and his family treated Mirabel for years. He can't forgive them, and he refuses to understand. The candle is going to make him.

Something Unexpected by @wikluk

Summery: Julieta has a small request for Antonio but she didn’t consider just how much influence Camilo has on his younger brother.

Notes: this is absolutely delightful and adorable.

Middle Child Syndrome by @atomic-bobo

Summery: Casita is rebuilt, the family is healing, a perfect happy ending. Except no one had fixed anything for Camilo, and when he gets sick, the family finds out just how badly they have been neglecting him.

Chimera by bexii

Summery: Camilo has a slight identity issue and though he tries to hide it at first, the whole family rally to support him. Family fluff with emotional issues.

Tail of the Frog by @cheetour

Summery: Mirabel has a secret, Bruno has an incurable cold, and Camilo and Antonio have a mystery to solve. Julieta... has too much to do.

Ugly Lips by @lariskapargitay

Notes: Absolutely heartbreaking. Please read trigger warning

I'll brick by brick rebuilt us (out of how's and why's not when's) by @acewithapaintbrush

Summery: Rebuilding a house doesn't fix everything. The Madrigal children have been struggling for a long time and they will keep struggling. But thankfully they now have a tio by their side who knows what it's like to feel the walls closing in on you.

Home Sweet Home by fichistory

Summery: The Casita has fallen and Mirabel has to process it.

To Summon A Goddess by @themorgtician

Summery: After centuries of searching, the last members of the Cult of Pachamama has finally found the vessel of their beloved goddess. It comes in the form of a weather-gifted redhead named Pepa Madrigal. Now that they’ve found her, nothing will stop them from completing their goals. Not even her family.

Dance With Me by @julietaswifey

Summery: Julieta and Agustín return home after a night out together. Drunk on wine and each other they try not to make too much noise, and of course they fail miserably

La Verdad de La Sangre by Elli_Lite

Summery: Camilo Madrigal thought that Mirabel only had a bad day. Make her laugh a little bit, give her space, and she was back to normal. It was easy to forget. Little did he know that her bad day would lead to a murder, two marriages, multiple children, and then a double homicide fifteen years in the making.

Notes: I read this then immediately reread. Just wow!! Warning this is a dark fic and touches on lots of subjects that may be uncomfortable so read the tags. But Isabela in this fic slays me. And the voice of Camilo is so perfect. I’m ready to reread this again just talking about it.

How Abuela Became an Abuela by @wifeofbean

Summery: Multi-chapter fic depicting the births of each Madrigal grandchild. (All chapters rated T except chapter 5.)

Notes: This fic!!! So many emotions. Also I declare every chapter as canon.

Beautiful by @wifeofbean

Summery: Luisa doesn't know who she is without her Gift; Agustin does his best to reassure her.

There’s rue for you by @wifeofbean

Summery: Julieta's knowledge of herbs extends beyond her magical Gift, and she helps where she's needed.

If I Seem Too Serene, Torture Me by @wifeofbean

Summery: NSFW. Julieta and Agustin drink together, have some fun, then have some more fun the next afternoon. Smut.

Notes: if it’s not obvious you should definitely read all of their fics cause ❤️❤️❤️

Birds of Paradise by @cheetour

Summery: With the mountain pass open, the outside world is now open to the Encanto. Isabela is wearing women's pants. The Madrigal uncles are starting a college fund. But when a mysterious scientist arrives in the Encanto, claiming to be in search of a rare bird, Mirabel can't shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen.

The Waiting Game by @mm-so-this-is-love

Summery: While Casita is being rebuilt the Madrigal family moves in with generous villagers, but the lack of privacy starts to wear on Pepa who just wants some alone time with her husband.

Sunny side up by @patron-saints

Summery: pepa's anxieties about the new baby seem worse than normal, so julieta does what any good sister would do and makes her a midnight snack.

Protective Instinct by @sokkas-first-fangirl

Summery: Five times Pepa protected Bruno, one time she didn't and one time Bruno returned the favour

Thread by Thread, Side by Side by @inkquillery

Summery: Mirabel Madrigal ran away in the direct aftermath of Casita's fall, and during the three years she stayed away, here are the five times someone found the wayward Madrigal in Casita's kitchen with a first aid kit... Plus the one time everyone found her.

Dying (of embarrassment but someone beat me to it) by @kirrithian

Summery: After being mortally embarrassed, Mirabel is hiding under her bed in the casita. Julieta and Pepa share stories to help her feel better.

Cross your fingers by @thisstableground

Summery: It's not that Mirabel wants to push Bruno into spilling all of his secrets within five minutes of coming home, it's just that she does think that maybe, possibly it might be a good idea to mention to his sisters and his mother that he's been living in the walls before they dig his hideout out of the rubble, especially now that all of the kids already know.

Patching the Cracks by @cakebedamned

Summery: Sure, the Madrigal house can fracture under pressure, but it wouldn't hold together at all if not for the family's love for each other. It's so, so, far from perfect, but that doesn't make it unimportant.

Leap of Faith by @solibri

Summery: casita falls and the subsequent morning that ensues, from camilo's perspective

The Price of a Miracle by baletetree

Summery: Alma Madrigal knows she isn’t long for this world. The Miracle, now more powerful than ever, needs a new Guardian—one with strength of will and insight, one who can harness the magic and push it beyond its limits... one who can be the Miracle itself. If only there was a better way than thrusting that particular responsibility onto a young girl battling through the trenches of puberty and other woes of adolescence.

Someone to Snuggle with by @pensandpizza

Summery: You can't be Fun Tio Bruno all the time. When Bruno is left in a foul mood after a night plagued with sleep visions, the only member of the Madrigal family that can help is the gigantic, dangerous carnivore that lives a few doors down.

The Prince of a Miracle by BaleteTree

Notes: I love the way they write Mirabel and OMG I have never fallen in love with OCC characters faster (normally I’m not a big fan.)

Milhojas by Queer_Of_Clubs

Summery: The origin of Julieta and Agustín's relationship.

A Change of Life by @mm-so-this-is-love

Summer: Julieta and Pepa have taken to comparing notes on their change of life symptoms, but something seems off to Julieta.

Clear Skies Forever by @foreveranevilregal

Summery: Tired of feeling like she's hurting her family, Pepa does the unimaginable. But her family isn't ready to give up on her...

Tumblr Drabbles

Camilo Fic by @lariskapargitay

Notes: absolutely adorable!!!

Negativa by @avatarvyakara

Notes: I’ve already said you need to read all of his fics and this is a part of ToaR but I love protective Félix so much.

Pepa/Félix wedding by @foreveranevilregal

Notes: more protective Félix

Daddy’s Girl by @ermine-writer

Luisa is a daddy’s girl 100%

A Place to be Alone by @julietaswifey

Feliz Día de la Madre by @inkquillery

Gravely Injured by @the-madrigals-bitch

Sweet Mira & Pepa moment by @foreveranevilregal (really just read all of their tumblr drabbles. You won’t regret it.)

Julieta & her Girls by @allofasudden00

Mothers Day Madness by @allofasudden00

Tea Party with tío Félix by @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves

Bad Day by @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves

Dance with Me & When the Dance is Over by @julietaswifey

#encanto #encanto fanfic recs #encanto fanfic #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #félix madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal

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bruno-madrigal-writings · 2 years

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The Seer and the Baker - Pt. 13

Summary: Bruno and Laila spend their morning giving his visions before stopping at the marketplace for lunch. Things don't go as planned.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Epilogue

Read it on AO3!

@tigreost @mangoberry99

Warnings: Blood and cursing

Word Count: 2.5k

It was a hard day. Thankfully, none of the visions were too terrible. Bruno didn’t have to predict any deaths, though he did tell a few people about coming illness. Many would become upset with him once their visions were read, but that’s where Laila would step in. She was better with people, he decided, and was able to help calm them down. They were just warnings, she would tell them. Take the opportunity to be prepared, she would say, and they handled that far better than whatever he would have made up to try and help.

“Maybe you should come with me more often!” He had said with a laugh, getting her to smile. “People like you a lot more than they like me.”

She just huffed and waved her hand.

“They’re just too caught up in their own gossip.” She said, “But, I wouldn’t mind coming with you more often. You only go out every couple of days or something, right? I could do that.”

He wanted to tell her no. The last thing he wanted was to put her through the same abuse he went through. He never wanted to see her hurt. But, at the same time, he wanted to say yes. He wanted to have her come with him, to help and comfort him. He wanted to be selfish, just this once. Laila was a stubborn woman and would no doubt come anyways, every time, whether he wanted her there or not.

“Alright.” He finally said. “Not sure I could stop you anyway.”

She smirked and shrugged.

“No, you can’t.”

They chuckled together at the shared joke, however lame it may have been, before they had to continue on to the next home on the list.

They took a break around midday, stopping at the marketplace to find a stand that was selling something they could snack on.

“Bruno, look!” Laila grabbed his attention, pointing to one stand in particular. “Empanadas! Can you get some for us? I’ll get some fruit, too, and we can meet back up here.”

He agreed and they separated. It was only for a moment, there was no long line to wait through, just the bustling crowd to wade through. It was while he was waiting for the food that he was suddenly hit by something hard, sending him stumbling, though he managed to stay on his feet. He looked around himself, a confused frown on his face and an apology ready on his tongue, but the words never came out.

It was the man, the same man he had seen outside the bakery earlier that morning. He glared at Bruno before vanishing into the crowd, there one second and gone the next, leaving him confused. His stomach churned uncomfortably, a terrible feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

But, then again, he did have the bad habit of overthinking things sometimes. Perhaps it was nothing. So he stayed where he was, getting the food, all while that feeling grew stronger inside him. It was the sense of impending doom, like something terrible was going to happen.

The moment he had the empanadas he left, searching the crowd for Laila. She wasn’t in the spot they were supposed to meet at, nor could he find her at any of the fruit stalls. And the feeling continued to grow, like a hand around his throat, nearly choking him with how overwhelming it was.

She wasn’t in the marketplace anymore. When he realized that he felt panic grip him. His vision from the night before returned to him. He couldn’t breathe.

He needed to calm down.

He took a deep breath, leaning against the stone of the building behind him. He focused on his heartbeat, forcing himself to take deep breaths until it had slowed. A calmness swept over him, cold and eerie, unlike anything he had felt before. That was fine. At least he had calmed down.

He threw a handful of salt over his shoulder and focused. The breeze picked up suddenly, swirling around him, making his hair and ruana sway. His eyes began to glow a bright emerald green, startling the people closest to him. They walked farther away, giving him concerned looks and murmuring to each other, but he couldn’t see or hear them.

He just needed to know where she was. A few seconds from now, maybe a few minutes, not a lot.

There she was.

It was over in an instant and he was pushing his way through the crowd, to the alley he had seen her in. It took longer than he would have liked to reach it, the crowd slowing him down more than before. He heaved a sigh of relief when he found her, his angel, unhurt.

She was standing in the shade of an alleyway, a look of complete fury on her face, a glare strong enough to kill someone fixated on the man that loomed over her. He was saying something to her, a hand on the wall behind her, blocking off her escape into the marketplace. Bruno couldn’t see his face properly, but he could see Laila’s, her lips twitching into a scowl. As he neared she tried to escape, to duck under his arm and reach the crowd, but before she could he grabbed her, grip tight on her upper arm, and yanked her back against his body. A pained grimace crossed her face.

Bruno could feel his blood boil at the sight.

“Hey! Let her go!”

The shout escaped him before he had even thought about it, startling both of them. The man’s grip loosened enough for Laila to pull herself away, spinning around in a flurry of green skirts, eyes flashing. His eyes widened in shock as she pulled her arm back and punched the man right in his nose. There was a sickening crunch, a stream of crimson flowing down his face as he screamed in pain.

That was when Bruno reached them, hand grabbing Laila’s to pull her further away, even as she kicked and screamed and spit profanities at the man.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me! Leave us the fuck alone!” She yelled over and over again, mixed with as many curses and insults as her mind could come up with, and she was very creative. All Bruno could do was hold her back with a gentle hand, letting the crowd yell and shout around them, confused and furious themselves. Several had gathered around the injured man, trying to help or hold him back. Chaos had erupted around them, but Bruno could hardly pay it any attention. Laila had all his attention, angry tears pouring down her face, making his heart break.

“Please, mi todo, look at me.”

Somehow, over all the commotion, she heard him. Her head spun to face him, gaze softening. Though the fury still blazed inside her eyes he could also see the fear that had her in a vice-like grip. She breathed heavily, almost panting. He rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles, drawing her closer so he could embrace her, surrounding her in the safety of his arms. He glared at the man over her shoulder, but kept his voice gentle and quiet for her, feeling her shaking lessen as she calmed down.

“Enough!”

The voice cut through the din like a knife, causing silence to fall immediately. The only sound to be heard was the sharp footsteps of heeled boots against the cobblestone and Laila’s heavy breathing. Bruno refused to look away from the man, but he didn’t need to to know who it was that had arrived.

His mother came into view, standing between the two groups, sharp eyes searching, taking in the situation. Then, she turned her back to Bruno, facing the man.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“I don’t know!” He yelled, eyes glaring at Laila over the towel that had been shoved in his face to soak up the blood. “We were just talking and this puta went crazy! She might have killed me!”

The crowd murmured, a few giving the woman cautious glances, others shaking their heads. Alma simply nodded and turned to Laila, still in Bruno’s arms, clutching desperately at his ruana. She took a deep breath, murmuring her calming mantra under her breath. Then she peeled herself away from Bruno and he was forced to let her go and watch as she drew herself up, face like stone.

“I admit, it was an overreaction on my part to hit him, but it most certainly did not come from nowhere.” Alma nodded her understanding and motioned for her to continue. “This man is my neighbor, Diego. He’s been harassing me for months.”

“Harassing!” The man yelled with a forced bark of laughter. “I say hello when I see you. How is that harassment?”

Alma raised a hand, causing him to shut his mouth.

“Laila, continue.”

She nodded and took another deep breath.

“He’s right. He does greet me every morning, before his attempts to get me to … be with him, if you know what i mean. I’ve said no every time and asked him to stop and leave me alone, but he will not. This morning, when I left home, he didn’t bother me. I had hoped that meant he had finally listened, but apparently not, because not long after I noticed he was following me. When I reached the bakery he stayed outside, standing across the street and refusing to leave until I left again and he continued to follow me. I thought I had lost him in the crowd, but then he pulled me into the alley.”

She kept her voice even and calm, but Bruno could see her hands clutching at her skirts, knuckles white. Bruno felt his heart sink and a wave of guilt wash over him. Had he really not noticed they were being followed? He should have never agreed to split up. He should have stayed by her side. Then none of this would have happened.

“He was just talking to me, I admit, but the things he was saying … absolutely disgusting and horrendous things, what he would do to me once he had the chance.” She couldn’t suppress the shiver that crawled up her spine. “But the worst of it, the most unforgivable thing he did, was threaten the life of the ones I love. That’s when I tried to leave and he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest and … and I’m afraid I panicked.”

Alma looked Laila over before giving another curt nod and looking back to Diego, though she did not face him. She was not happy with that man, Bruno could tell, not happy at all.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” She asked, voice cold and stern.

The man was glaring at Laila, but tore his eyes away, giving an innocent, concerned look. Bruno felt anger rising in him once more, but he kept it down.

“I believe this is all just a huge misunderstanding.” He said, wiping at the blood on his face with the towel, finally taking it away from his face. “I didn’t mean to come off as anything but friendly. I was just trying to make polite conversation. As for following her, I was just concerned for her. I saw her leaving her house yesterday with … well, a less than desirable sort. She didn’t get home at all that day. I was worried, so when I saw her leave this morning, I followed her, just to make sure she was okay. I pulled her in the alleyway just to talk to her.”

The crowd seemed swayed by his defense, but Alma remained cold, unphased. She narrowed her eyes at the man.

“She is a full grown woman, not a child. She can spend her time with whoever she chooses, and she has clearly not chosen you. There is no reason for you to continue to bother her when she has repeatedly asked you to leave her be. And there is even less reason for you to grab her when she tries to leave. You have no excuse not to be listening.”

Alma’s heels clicked against the stone as she turned back to Laila.

“Your arm, querida. May I see?”

She nodded after a moment, letting the older woman grab her arm with gentle hands, inspecting her for injuries. She tutted at the forming bruise, discoloring the dark skin, and gently prodded at the busted knuckles from where she had hit Diego, tearing out a hiss of pain.

“Bruno, mi hijo, take her to see Julieta. And let her know we need a pastry here as well.”

He obeyed in an instant, warm hand in hers as he led her away, leaving his mamá to decide what to do about Diego.

They walked in silence, Laila working on dampening her fury and evening out her breathing and Bruno focused intently on getting her to Julieta.

The woman in question was in her usual spot by the church, a short line of townspeople waiting patiently for their turn to be healed by her food. She noticed the two approaching, waving at them happily before she noticed the looks on their faces.

“Brunito, what happened?” She asked once they were close enough. “Is someone hurt?”

“Laila is.” He said solemnly, shoving the woman closer to the stand. She sighed.

“It’s not that bad.” She huffed while Julieta busied herself searching for the injuries. Laila offered up her arm and she was quick to take it in her gentle hands.

“Ai, what happened to cause this?” She said with a wince, already heading back to her stand for a treat that would fix the damage.

“Diego grabbed me and I punched him in the face.” Julieta stared, surprised by her bluntness.

“Diego? The man who can’t take a hint, that Diego?” Laila nodded and Julieta tutted, shoving the small pastry into the other woman’s uninjured hand. “That’s … concerning.”

Bruno snorted.

“No, really? You don’t say?”

Both women shared a glance with each other before turning their worried gazes to him. There really wasn’t more to say, though. They knew of his vision on the matter, or at least pieces of it. They knew how dire the situation was, and it was eating at them all.

Laila ate her goodie, sighing in relief as the bruise on her arm vanished and the skin on her knuckles stitched itself back together. Bruno watched intensively, only relaxing when he had seen that she was okay, carefully taking the once injured hand in his and laying a kiss on her knuckles.

“It’s going to be fine, in the end.” He said, pressing another kiss into her forehead. “I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.” And he held her tight, as close to him as he could manage, just to feel her warmth, to feel that she was there and safe. She hugged him back, burying her face in the crook of her neck, a sad sort of chuckle escaping her.

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

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beecastle · 2 years

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A Cold Night

Bruno reunites with Dolores after a year of hiding

Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal

Word Count: 1042

Warnings: Angst

You can read it on Ao3 too

With winter quickly approaching, the temperature had been dropping consistently the last couple of nights. Tonight was particularly cold and Bruno’s poncho could do very little to keep him warm. Even the rats that usually hung out around him were nowhere to be seen. They had probably found themselves warmer nooks to spend the night it. The shivering man looked around for something to help with the cold but there was nothing in the makeshift room he had been calling his home for the last year.

He stood up and paced around in a useless attempt at warming himself. In the back of his mind, he knew what he had to do, but he kept trying to convince himself otherwise. Half an hour later when he stopped feeling his toes, he knew there was no postponing it anymore.

He made his way to one of the entries to the inside of the house. His plan was to go in take a blanket and come out. It was simple. He touched wood for some luck, took a deep breath, and moving the plant that covered the tunnel he went in.

It was dark inside, so even though he stepped as carefully as he could, there was no doubt in his mind that Casita was moving things out of his way, so he muttered a low thank you. Once he was at the closet, he picked a couple of blankets from the back and carefully closed it.

Bruno turned around and fully intended to make his way back to the walls when he heard a sob coming from the kitchen. A part of him wanted to ignore the sound, but what if someone needed help? So he made his way there.

There was a candle lit up in one of the counters and it gave the place an eerie feeling. On the ground, he could see Dolores curled up into a ball next to one of the cabinets.

Okay, so no one was in immediate danger, he should leave. But it was as if his feet were glued to the floor and his gaze glued to the crying child. Dolores must have known he was there, she had to have heard him, but yet she gave no sign of it. He took a deep breath. Even if for some reason she hadn’t heard him, what kind of man sees his 12-year-old niece crying alone in the kitchen at one in the morning and just goes away? He looked around making sure no one else was there before approaching the child and sitting next to her.

“Hey.” He softly said but Dolores didn’t react at all. “Hey, it’s me, your Tio.” He tried again.

“Leave me alone, you’re not real.” She said.

“What do you mean I’m not real?”

“You’re just a voice in my head. I’ve been listening to you for the last year. But you left us, you’re not here, everyone said so. Why won’t you leave me alone?”

Guilt weighed heavy on Bruno’s heart, he hadn’t even given a thought as to how Dolores’ powers might come into play with him “leaving”. He was so dumb, of course she had been hearing him the entire time. He should have thought about it.

“Lo siento Dolores, really, I’m so sorry. But I didn’t leave, I’ve been living here in the walls.” He explained putting a hand on her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “Does this feel real?” He asked.

She looked up for the first time since their conversation started, she stared wide-eyed at him for what felt like an eternity.

“It really is you.”

“Yes.”

Bruno was taken aback by her launching herself to him for a hug. After the initial surprise had passed he hugged her back.

“You didn’t leave us.” She whispered.

“Of course not, I would never.”

She stopped hugging him and pulled back to look at him.

“But why are you hiding? Did something bad happen? Everyone says something different about it.”

Bruno didn’t think it would be a good idea to trouble a young child with one of his most terrifying and confusing visions.

“I’ll explain it to you another time, okay?” She nodded, not looking completely happy with the answer but didn’t push it for which Bruno was grateful. “Now tell me why were you crying?” He asked her quickly changing the subject.

“I hate my power. I wish I was normal like Mirabel.” The kid confessed.

“Why?”

“I-I don’t want to hear everyone all the time. Everything makes too much noise.” There were tears on her eyes again and Bruno pulled her in for another hug, feeling her relax against him almost instantly.

“Are you going into your room when you’re overwhelmed? We know that helps you.” Casita had given Dolores a soundproof room along with her powers, it was the only place where she could truly be at peace.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because everyone expects me to know everything. With you gone and people having no way of knowing about their future they want to know about the present. So I need to hear everything. What if I go into my room and miss something important?”

He really didn’t think about how his plan might impact others apart from little Mirabel, did he? He had done what he thought was best at the time, but now looking at the crying child in front of him he wasn’t so sure.

“It’s not your job to be there for everyone okay? The only person you have to show up for day in and day out it’s you. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?” He told her.

Before the child had a chance to answer they heard a door creaking. Bruno looked at Dolores whose attention was now towards the sound.

“It’s Abuela, she’s coming downstairs.”

Bruno stood up, a nervous expression on his face, yet he tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.

“I have to go now, but we’ll continue this conversation soon, okay?”

Dolores nodded. Bruno was about to leave when the child spoke again.

“I’m happy you’re still here.”

Bruno gave her a small smile and rushed towards the shadows, his heart somehow heavier and lighter than before.

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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a broken heart

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: sad bean vibes today guys, sorry! Breakup angst and jealousy.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader, Bokuto Kōtarō x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have no clue what got into me but we’re writing some sad shit tonight apparently. For all my broken-hearted beans out there, I promise I’ll write some fluff sooner or later! <3 Thank you to @thisnoodlewritesao3 for reading some of this for me and giving me the motivation to keep writing - sorry you’ll probably wake up to these feels (please don’t read if you’re not in a good head space, yall!)

Song inspo: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars (thank you @haikyuutothetop and @tobi-momo for bringing it up cause I totally forgot to add it 😂)

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It was like life was stabbing him every few seconds, reminding him that you were no longer there.

Tsukishima woke up thinking that maybe everything would be okay today, pulled his headphones on while he got ready because he was refusing to be alone with his thoughts. But when his music shuffled, why did the first song to play have to be the song you had deemed your song? Why could he remember the melody so perfectly sung in your voice? The way you looked whenever the song came on on the radio.

He remembered how happy you looked that very first day, how you had dressed yourself up just to hang out with him, and how this song was playing in a playlist he had made you and was the one in the background when he had kissed you for the first time.

The melody made Tsukishima’s lips tingle. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now.

Yamaguchi’s half smiles didn’t help either. When he joined Tsukishima on his way to school, he just patted Tsukishima on the back like he normally did and danced around the question, “How are you?”

It’s not like Tsukishima would be honest. He’d just shrug and say, “Fine,” and hope Yamaguchi would fill the silence with some story or something dumb.

He knew Yamaguchi was still friends with you, that the two of you talked. He’d never ask for him to stop because if anything, Tsukishima could find out how you were doing without even asking.

“She’s okay,” Yamaguchi told him with a small smile, as if that was supposed to be comforting. Did he think that’s what Tsukishima wanted to hear? That you were doing okay? That you weren’t waking up in tears every night like he was? Part of him wanted to be happy that you were okay, because he always secretly knew you’d be better off without him. But he wanted to be angry at you, he wanted to blame you for the fact that he cried more in the last few weeks than he had ever before in his life.

Tsukishima just kept his eyes forward, like he didn’t even hear his best friend but Yamaguchi had seen the flicker of sadness in him. He had learned a few weeks into the breakup not to mention your name around Tsukishima, but not because the quiet boy asked him to. It was because every time he heard your name, Yamaguchi would watch as his shoulders tensed, how his fists would clench in annoyance. He missed you, but who would ever catch Tsukishima Kei admitting that?

Yamaguchi would never tell him, but he always wondered that maybe if Tsukishima had admitted his feelings more to you, maybe you’d still be here.

Tsukishima would never say it out loud, but he was already thinking the same thing.

It hadn’t taken long for it to feel like the whole world knew about your breakup. People whispered in the hallways, more than they usually did when Tsukishima’s cold aura came by. Your name fluttered into his ears through gossipy voices and the blond boy just wanted to tell everyone to shut up.

Why did your name have to follow him around? Why did people have to look at him like he had done something so wrong? It’s not like he had broken up with you.

“I just can’t do this anymore, Tsukishima, I’m sorry,” you had whispered to him, shifting uncomfortably in your stance. “It just feels like you don’t even want me around most of the time and I feel like I’m constantly bugging you.”

“I never said you were bugging me, did I?” he huffed. Looking back, Tsukishima wished he could’ve bit down on his tongue and cut the sass in half. You had winced at his bitter tone. It was the look on your face that made him realize you weren’t just being insecure or awkward again. You were genuinely trying to leave.

“I want to be with someone who actually wants me around… and I don’t think that’s how we are…” the words left your lips so easily but Tsukishima knew what you meant. You meant that’s not how he was.

“You’re the one who’s leaving,” Tsukishima spat out angrily, glaring at you as you picked up your things slowly, tears in your eyes. Why wouldn’t you look at him? Why wouldn’t you look him in the eyes and tell him why you were leaving?

But when you finally met his gaze, you were already at the door, glancing back at him with sorrowful eyes. Why did you look like you were mourning something? Had it really been that bad? Being with him? “You’re the one not stopping me,” you had said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. You waited there for a moment, as if proving your point to him as Tsukishima just stood there with his fists clenched.

He wanted to lurch forward and hold you to him, beg you to stay even though he wasn’t sure what words could possibly describe how he was feeling. He didn’t know how to explain why he was always so angry or emotionless with you. He didn’t hate you - how was he supposed to say that? He didn’t want you to go but you were already leaving. How pathetic of him would he be if he begged you to stay? What was the point of begging if you were already choosing to go?

The memory was still fresh in Tsukishima’s mind. He couldn’t help but think about it every moment of the day, even still. Some part of him had hoped you would come back - would show up at his house with tears in your eyes and beg him to show some sort of emotions so you could stay. He would if you had come. But he knew that you probably expected him to do the same.

But even if he did, would you accept it? Would you accept his apology? Or was he considered a lost cause?

Tsukishima’s ears perked up, hearing a familiar melodious laughter as he walked through campus for lunch. His eyes searched around and saw you with your friends, giggles erupting from your lips. He wondered how you were still able to laugh with your friends, how your smile still managed to brighten up the courtyard during your lunch. How were you so happy? How come you had never smiled like that with him?

Before he could stop himself, Tsukishima felt himself walking towards you. He needed to see you up close - needed to make sure that smile was genuine because it couldn’t possibly be right? How were you so okay when he was so not?

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi’s hand grabbed Tsukishima’s arm before he could cause a scene, pulling him back from his zoned in thoughts. “You’re not gonna want to do that,” Yamaguchi insisted, meeting Tsukishima’s glare head on. “Trust me okay?”

Tsukishima watched him for a moment, his lips pursing into a thin line, “How am I supposed to apologize and get her back if I don’t see her?”

Yamaguchi’s gaze faltered this time and that’s when Tsukishima knew something was going on. Yamaguchi knew something. Something he wasn’t telling his best friend.

“What is it?” Tsukishima asked quietly, pulling his arm from Yamaguchi’s grip.

Yamaguchi started to say something but the most annoying voice you could ever hear was louder.

“Y/N! My angel! I did it! I ran all the way here just like I promised!”

Tsukishima’s eyes widened just slightly as he watched as Bokuto Kōtarō seemed to run over to Tsukishima’s girlfriend no, ex girlfriend.

“He didn’t, he’s just exaggerating,” Akaashi’s voice came next, trailing behind Bokuto with a look on his face that clearly stated he didn’t want to be here.

You were laughing awkwardly, a look in your eyes telling Tsukishima you really hadn’t expected them. So why were they here in the middle of a school day?

Tsukishima scoffed a bit, wanting to turn back and run away, bury his nose into his studies and pretend like it was fine. But it wasn’t fine. Because Bokuto wrapped you up in his arms and whirled you around in a hug that showed everyone nearby exactly how he felt about you.

“B-Boktuo, put me down!” You insisted through giggles, desperately trying to avoid everyone from staring at you but it was far too late.

“I’m just excited to see you,” Bokuto grinned, nodding towards his best friend. “Akaashi is too!”

Akaashi just gave a nod and continued his conversation with one of your friends, as Bokuto patted your head lovingly, “I told you I’d come see you today, didn’t I?”

“You weren’t supposed to skip school for it, you idiot!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’ll go back, promise! I just wanted to see you,” Bokuto grinned.

The smile on your face was wider than before and yet Tsukishima still didn’t understand why. How were you still smiling? How were you standing there with everyone assuming that you were dating Bokuto and not dismissing all the quiet rumours that were starting?

Tsukishima finally found it in himself to walk away, Yamaguchi calling after him and following his footsteps. You had left him and replaced him with a top ace. Of course you had. It didn’t matter how much Tsukishima practiced or didn’t practice. He was never going to be better than him, and he was never going to get you back either.

Over the next few weeks, Tsukishima would hear about everything that Bokuto was and did. He saw posts on your Instagram, which he still glanced at every now and then, and even stole Yamaguchi’s phone sometimes to see your Snapchat stories.

You had everything you ever wanted now from the looks of it. Bokuto would come see you every weekend, even if it meant coming right after volleyball practice. He’d crash on your living room couch or on your floor and according to your Twitter, your mom loved him already.

He brought you flowers one time, completely out of the blue, and there it was on your Instagram. Bokuto with a huge smile on his face and holding them out to you. Tsukishima could just imagine the glow in your skin as you accepted them, that shy smile that you had given to him, what felt like a million years ago.

Yamaguchi watched as his friend tortured himself with your social media, glancing at it with eyes said that he didn’t care, but his bad mood was just getting worse every day. Everyone on the volleyball team knew it too, and even the somewhat-empty-headed players like Hinata and Noya didn’t say anything.

“They’re not dating you know,” Yamaguchi spoke up after a while as the two of them walked home. Tsukishima shoved his phone back in his pocket, as if Yamaguchi hadn’t just caught him glancing at his text message history with you to see if you had randomly messaged him. “I think Bokuto just really likes her but she told me she’s not ready.”

Tsukishima wanted to tell him he didn’t care, but those words just twisted in his mouth and he couldn’t even make a sound. He did care. How could he not? He had loved you, even if he was absolute shit at showing you.

“He’ll be good for her,” was all Tsukishima said after a moment, staring out to the distance and trying not to note the surprise on Yamaguchi’s face. He wanted to mean it. He wanted to be happy for you because your smile was all that mattered to him. But... he couldn’t stop from thinking... from wishing... that your smile was at him instead.

As if the gods themselves had decided to torture Tsukishima some more that day, as the two friends turned into Coach’s shop to grab some snacks, there he was standing right in front of them.

Bokuto Kōtarō with his idiotic smile and a handful of snacks and ramen packets that he was plopping onto the counter in front of Coach Ukai, “Just these please!”

Ukai glanced uncomfortably at Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, clearing his throat as he started to check Bokuto’s items out.

Tsukishima’s ears were going pink - of course even the Coach knew. He wanted to leave right then and there, pretend like he hadn’t even come here in the first place.

But before he could turn on his heels, Bokuto caught his eye. The two of them shared an awkward look, Yamaguchi trying to walk towards the back of the store so that Tsukishima could follow him.

“Look man-” Bokuto started stiffly, his chest puffing out just slightly as he tried to come up with the words.

“It’s the wrong kind,” Tsukishima interrupted, a cold glare shooting right into Bokuto’s eyes.

“Sorry?”

“The ramen.” Tsukishima walked over to the nearby stand and pulled out two different flavours, dropping them onto the counter. “Y/N doesn’t like that one. You grabbed the wrong one.”

He should’ve just walked away then and there, avoided any more confrontational conversations but he didn’t. The two of them just stared at each other, Bokuto looking back and forth between Tsukishima and the packets of ramen.

“Boys,” Ukai’s voice was low, as if warning them not to start a scuffle in his shop.

After a moment, Bokuto just gave Tsukishima a smile, patting him on the shoulder, “Thanks.”

Tsukishima still stood there, even as Bokuto paid for his items (minus the ramen packets that you didn’t like) and as Ukai handed him his bag. The Fukurōdani boy gave a small wave to Ukai and started to head out, the tension just starting to lift.

“She likes flowers,” Tsukishima’s voice cut through the air like a knife, words thudding into existence. “She says it makes her feel like someone is thinking of her without an occasion. And she likes to have her hand held in crowds because sometimes she gets nervous around so many people. She’s not going to text you a lot at first because she’s going to think she’s clingy… and that’s my fault. I made her think she was clingy. But she’s not. She just wants to know that you’re thinking of her and that you’re honest with her.” Tsukishima’s fists were clenched so tightly, his nails were starting to sting into his palms, “And she likes to go dancing. It doesn’t really matter where but she likes to dance to music.”

You could’ve heard a fly buzzing around, or a pin dropping against the floor with how quiet it got. Bokuto’s back was still to Tsukishima, tensing slightly the more that he talked but never fully turning around.

“Slow dance with her okay? Because… I never did with her and she always wanted me to. Do everything I didn’t do with her, alright?” Tsukishima’s voice was louder now, as if desperately pleading with Bokuto.

There was another pause in the air and Bokuto only turned his head slightly to just say, “You got it,” before disappearing.

Tsukishima didn’t realize it until after he had gone that there were tears in his eyes. He thought about every time he saw flowers and thought about giving them to you and how stupid he had thought the idea was. He remembered every moment that he didn’t respond back to you right away when he had the chance to, or when he asked you why you sent him so many things on social media. The picture of that sadness growing in your eyes would haunt him for a while.

Worst of all, was all those times you two had sat in the middle of a field, just listening to music and humming to yourselves. How often you had looked around to find no one around and begged him to come dance with you. He had thought it was stupid. How childish, he had thought.

But right now, he’d give anything to slow dance with you.

Guess it’s true, Tsukishima thought to himself as he rushed home, ignoring Yamaguchi calling for him. He wiped his face aggressively, not even caring how crooked his glasses were getting as more tears streamed down his face. You never really realize what you have until you lose it.

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mistaeq · 4 years

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One scoop of Bucci gang HCs for the first time quiet reader bursts out laughing in front of them please!

Bucciarati Gang: with a Quiet s/o who Bursts out Laughing

TW // none

Thank you for your request! Bucciarati Gang, my favourite dorky compatriots <3 hope you enjoy, I had fun writing these!

Bucciarati Gang with a quiet s/o who bursts out laughing in front of them, neutral!s/o

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

GIORNO GIOVANNA

You first burst out laughing in front of Giorno when nature itself betrays him and he can't stop sneezing because of the pollen coming from a flower he had grown himself. Karma? An unlucky day? You may never know.

Having been with Giorno a lot, you learnt that plant's effect isn't dangerous, so you can look at your boyfriend getting mad over sneezes, and he's absolutely hilarious. You're sorry that this is happening to him, don't get it twisted, but seeing his chill behavior get lost for this mess is priceless.

He's not only pissed off because he keeps on sneezing, but he's also pissed off because he'd totally like to hear that unexpected laughter of yours clearly, without his sneezes covering it every now and then. He doesn't know when this chance might ever come back, and he wants to clearly hear you.

His frantic and clumsy moves while his nose keeps on betraying him cause his perfectly donut shaped hairstyle to ruin, golden locks falling on his forehead and his braid becoming a messy load of fluffy hair covering his neck.

"Y/n... will you..." sneeze. "..w-will you stop staring..." sneeze. "..it's kinda embarrassing... m-mamma mia..." sneeze. "..but no... no, don't stop laughing... p-plea.. a.." s n e e z e.

After he manages to stop sneezing, his shocked look and his red cheeks let a last giggle come from you, as you hold him tight and leave a sweet peck on his nose. You caress his hair, you find him so attractive even without his signature hairstyle, and that's worth some sneezes, isn't it.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

You first burst out laughing in front of Leone when you hear him curse in front of his mirror because his clothes won't fit him anymore. His chest was too broad.

Abbacchio chose not to use curse words in front of you, that's why when you catch him red handed, swearing and cursing at his clothes, you can't help finding him funny. As soon as he hears you laughing, he winces and turns around.

"Fuck... come on... why won't this fit..." he was pulling the irremovable fabric on his shoulder. "Maybe my chest is now too big... what the hell, come on... mamm ro Carmn... [Neapolitan dialect for: Carmine's mom. Not a cute thing to say. It's an angry neapolitan "mamma mia".]" then, he heard you laughing, and winced.

When he sees the big smile on your face when you lovingly laugh at him, he's petrified. He hates hearing this type of laughing, because it's the exact thing Mista and Narancia do all the time. But on you? You sound so happy and relieved, and Leone likes it. For real.

He just stands there, half his chest and a shoulder being naked, looking like a disheveled princess. Too funny. He huffs and ignores you, to make you think he's annoyed. But you know him too well, and know that if he's hiding his face, it's because he's actually smiling, too.

You hug him from behind, looking at your reflection in the mirror still in front of him. Abbacchio looks over his naked shoulder, right where you are, leaving a tender kiss on his skin, before giggling once again. He turns around, and kisses you, leaving his purple lipstick all over your cute mouth. He likes your laughter better, like this.

GUIDO MISTA

You first burst out laughing in front of Guido when you're practising together with cooking. And he just can't believe it, when you laugh so hard just for a pun of his. You are baking some good bread to share it with the gang.

He takes your hand and smiled. "Are you a garden, y/n?" Guido asks you, before throwing a handful of flour on you. "Because I feel like my love for you is FLOURishing!" you burst out laughing, holding onto him, spreading flour on his apron, too.

That genuine, happy laugh really warms his heart, he feels his knees get weaker and his negative thoughts fly away. He could listen to that forever. Mista is just so shocked. It takes for him a couple of seconds to realize what happened, before he finally holds you back.

Seeing you silent all day makes him kinda sad, and one of his dreams was making you laugh like that. He has been putting a lot of effort for that, but manages to do it only when he's his actual self, with a simple pun.

"My love for you is FLOURishing too, Guido..." you manage to answer, your cheeks obtaining a cute, irresistible red color, as you get on tiptoe and peck his beautiful lips. He's totally enamored, he's under your spell and can't believe you answered his pun so well.

When you get back to your work, he sometimes still hears you giggle, thinking of how bad yet cheesy that pun was. But it made you unwillingly burst out laughing, so you guess it's okay just the way it is.

FUGO PANNACOTTA

You first burst out laughing in front of Fugo when you see him getting angry over Narancia not knowing maths. Fugo promised himself and Bruno not to physically hurt Narancia again like what happened with the fork in his cheek.

This being said, the only way for Fugo to express his anger is screeching on his chair. When you hear that sound coming from your boyfriend, you can't hold back your laughter. It was so unexpected and someway unbelievably cute. Narancia is just scared.

Fugo hears the angelic bells of love in his heart, as if God himself came down from the paradise and graced his ears with your laughing voice. It immediately calms him down. But if he calms down, you stop laughing.

"Why isn't 8 ÷2 = 3? If I split an 8 in half I get a three!" after hearing Narancia mumbling those words, Fugo screeches again, and you giggle even louder. But you understand the poor boy can't keep on getting angry just to hear you laugh.

That's why you soon stop, approaching Fugo and resting your magical hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage because he's a great teacher and he's doing his best. His moans while you help him relaxing his shoulders make you shyly giggle too.

"Why does this sound sexual?" Fugo wishes he could kill Narancia. But he's too focused on your hands working on his shoulders to care, and quietly screeches as you giggle again.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

You first burst out laughing in front of Narancia when you see Fugo getting angry over him not knowing maths. Narancia is shook, kinda confused on why what he wrote isn't correct.

Fugo screeches on his chair, he promised not to hurt your boyfriend, who shows you his paper, looking at you with a questioning look, probably asking you why what he wrote is wrong. You burst out laughing as you read. Narancia is a complete mess.

As soon as he hears you, he completely forgets about maths for a second, focusing on the sound of your beautiful laughter. Narancia is baby, if the person he loves the most laughs, he doesn't care what's the reason, he laughs with you. Then, he kinda remembers why you started giggling in first place.

"For real though. Y/n, why isn't 8 ÷ 2 = 3? If I split an 8 in half I get a three!" after hearing Narancia mumbling those words, you laugh even harder, desperate Fugo witnessing your boyfriend throwing away his maths notebook and run into your arms.

You're usually so silent and he may never know when he's gonna hear you again like that. You two laugh together so much that you start panting, your faces red with big smiles and almost sweating.

"Why does this look sexual?" Narancia wishes he could kill Fugo. But he's too focused on your little giggles and your cute smile as you lean on his shoulder and kiss his cheek. He might be not so perfect in maths, but he's perfect in making you so happy.

TRISH UNA

You first burst out laughing in front of Trish after you trip on a piece of furniture and risk falling on the ground. But as soon as your body touches the ground, you feel it jiggly and soft, bouncing a little on it.

Just a moment before you thought you were gonna get a few bruises after falling on the ground, but now you're just there, happily bouncing on Spicy Lady's brand new jiggly floor and laughing out loud, staring at your girlfriend's surprised expression.

You've never laughed like that before, and Trish is pleasantly surprise to see that her stand's work has such a good effect on your mood and on you, in general. She might consider making more objects jiggly, if this is what you like. All she cares about is seeing you happy and amused.

"Tell me, y/n..." she gets closer to your figure jumping and loudly giggling, and stares at you with loving eyes. "Would you mind it, if I jumped with you too? You look like you're having fun..."

You couldn't ask for anything more. You moved a little to let Trish join you, grabbing both your hands and jumping along with you, finally laughing so you can see her beautiful smile, even though she's the one who cares about seeing yours. Your girlfriend would do anything for you... even disobey Bucciarati.

"You... you two had to clean the house while we were away... it was your turn, this morning!" the capo's jaw fell as soon as he saw the mess Spicy Lady had done. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, but what matters is that afterwards, you and her laugh together remembering Bucciarati's expression. Then, she kisses your smile in case it would take a lot for it to come back.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

You first burst out laughing in front of Bruno when his stand disobeys him and opens a zipper through a wall to reach for your room and cuddle with you.

His shocked face and Sticky Fingers's cute, happy sounds are too hilarious for you to keep a serious expression. You're so used to see Bucciarati as the authoritarian type of person who has everything under his control, but now he doesn't and he's quite panicking.

Even more shocking for Bruno is seeing how you actually let his stand cuddle with you, a warm laughter coming from your sweet lips, he loves so much. Music for his tired capo ears.

He can't help staring at you with a loving smile. Moments like these don't happen that much, and God knows when you're gonna do that beautiful sound again. He secretly thanks Sticky Fingers for doing all of this, but since it's his soul, there's no need to say it out loud.

"Your laugh is one of the best sounds my ears ever witnessed, tesoro. I might want Sticky Fingers to disobey me more, if this is the result..." then, he'd bring a hand of yours to his lips and kiss it, kiss your smile, kiss your precious laughter.

Even if you stop laughing, Bruno enjoys your little giggles while his stand strokes your hair and purrs when you caress its head. As the user feels what the stand feels, your hand caressing Sticky Fingers caresses Bruno too, and he'll eventually giggle with you.

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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PBN drabble; A surprise

warnings; smidgen of angst, fluff!! word count; 1.6k

author’s note; i know i’ve missed a lot of the in between, and i will try to catch up on those drabbles at a later date, but the need to write this was too much. it’s been an idea of mine for ages, finally had to share!! please enjoy the surprise 😘

5:15.

Yoongi would be home any minute now. Your gut turned, a new kind of sick twisting your insides. For the past four days you’d felt awful. Throwing up a handful of times too. Yoongi was hellbent it was the steak you’d eaten on the weekend. You weren’t so sure. The restaurant you’d had it from was your favourite. You always ate there.

No. This was a different kind of sick. You’d had food poisoning before, it was horrific. It wasn’t stomach flu either. Yoongi was fine, so it wasn’t catching. This was different. More of a constant nausea. It reminded you of carsickness. You used to suffer with that a lot when you were kid.

You hadn’t thought much of it at first, maybe you were just tired or something, under the weather, but then Seulgi and her logic had suggested something yesterday afternoon. Maybe you were pregnant. Of course she’s been joking around, but you couldn’t shake it. What if you were?

You’d stopped taking the pill two months ago, wanting to try another form of contraception after giving your body a few months break. You’d been told your periods could be irregular to start off with, so while the first had come on time, you hadn’t thought much of the second one being late. Some of the signs had been there. Bloating, painful boobs, tiredness... just no actual period. A quick google search told you they were also early signs of pregnancy. Impossible. Surely? You’d been using a condom every single time. Although maybe they weren’t the most effective. What if one had split without you both realising?

This morning Yoongi had already left for work by the time you’d woken up, still feeling rough. Your heart had sunk. There was only one thing left to do. Just to put your mind at ease. You needed to take a pregnancy test. Calling out of work (for the third day in a row), you’d gotten showered quickly, making the short walk to the drugstore in record time. You were being stupid, you kept telling yourself. You repeated it over and over again as you walked home. Over and over again as you rushed to the bathroom and peed on the stupid stick. There was no way you were pregnant. There couldn’t be.

Could there?

Waiting those three minutes for the results were the most nerve-racking (and longest) of your life, but nothing could prepare you once you saw those two pink lines. It was like your world had stopped. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. You immediately threw up. Whether it be from actual morning sickness, shock or panic. All three probably.

You weren’t ready to have a baby, surely? Yes, you and Yoongi spoke about it from time to time, but it was mostly done in jest. You loved one another but that didn’t mean you were all set to have a baby. You’d been together 4 years, living together for just over one. What would he say? What would you even tell him?!

You spent the rest of the day numb. Curled up on the sofa, the television playing to itself. You wanted to call your mom, you wanted to tell Seulgi, but you knew Yoongi should be the first to know. So alone, your thoughts orbited around all your anxieties.

Hearing his keys in the front door, a fresh wave of nausea turned your gut. You heard him in the entry way, kicking his shoes off, his keys landing in the bowl on the little side table you’d both picked out. You’d made a home for yourselves so easily, the thought comforted you for a quick second, but then you saw his face come into view, stood in the doorway.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, a puzzled look on his face. “I thought you were at work.”

“I called out.” Your voice was hoarse, you hadn’t used it in a few hours.

As you cleared your throat, Yoongi’s frown deepened. “Are you still feeling sick?” He rushed over, taking a seat next to you, an arm wrapping around your shoulders.

You leaned your head against him, letting your eyes flutter closed. Comforted by his warmth, his smell. Maybe this whole thing wasn’t so bad. You were in this with the man you trusted most in this world. The man you loved so fricking much. He loved you too. Always had.

“It was that steak from Bruno’s, I’m telling you.” He was adamant, stroking a hand through your hair, fingers combing through the tangles. You’d been so out of it today you hadn’t even brushed it. “We should call them up, get our money back.”

You pressed your face into his warmth, taking one last moment for yourself before you moved, left him, creating a distance between your bodies. “It wasn’t the steak.”

You could hear the concern in his voice when he said your name. “What’s wrong?”

You shoved a hand in your hoody pocket, fist clenching around a stick of plastic, psyching yourself up. Beside you, Yoongi rubbed your back, getting more and more worried. He chuckled awkwardly. “Come on, babe, you’re scaring me.”

You didn’t want to scare him. You found your voice, removing the test from your pocket as you spoke. “I’m feeling sick because I’m pregnant.”

Saying the words out loud for the first time felt weird. Yoongi stiffened up beside you, eyes wide as he stared at the test in your hand. Hesitantly he took it from you, bringing it closer. You didn’t miss the way his fingers trembled.

“What are we going to do, Yoongi?” Your voice was a whisper. “I don’t understand how it happened. We always use protection.”

You didn’t think he heard you, still staring at the stick. “You’re pregnant?” You nodded as he finally tore his eyes away and looked at you. You watched the beginnings of smile twitch at his mouth. “We’re going to have a baby?”

For a moment your chest felt lighter. “If you want to,” you heard yourself say.

This time he broke out into gummy grin. Despite still looking and sounding dazed, he seemed...happy? Excited? “Of course I want to!” He exclaimed, in his own little world as he stared at the test again.

He was holding it in both hands now, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. “You’re pregnant,” he pretty much awed. Your heart swelled. After feeling heavy all day it was a very much welcomed improvement.

“Wait–” He turned his head, suddenly realising something. “Do you want to?” Your earlier behaviour had only just dawned on him, now his forehead creased with fresh concern.

“I’m in shock.” You answered honestly. “We didn’t plan for it. I thought maybe you’d...” You petered out. Why had you been so worried to tell him again? Taking his arm, you smiled. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. “I want to too.”

Suddenly you found yourself embraced in his warmth, a bear hug of sorts, Yoongi’s arms squeezing you tight. You felt his lips at your crown and closed your eyes, gripping his sweatshirt, safe and sound.

“Shit. We’re having a baby?!” He laughed in amazement, over your shoulder. He was still clutching the test.

“I’m fairly certain.” You chuckled, a hand rooting around inside your hoody again. “I took three tests.” In a bid to be sure, you’d driven to a drugstore ten minutes away. All three had given you the same result. You were definitely pregnant.

Yoongi broke away, laughing at what he’d just heard, eager to see the evidence. He held them all, gazing at each line and cross and even the word ‘pregnant’ in small black font. “Fuck. How did you piss so much?”

The laughter bubbled from your throat. Of course it did. He had that ability. No matter the situation he could always get you laughing. You were even more thankful in this moment.

“Anxiety.” (Although, you had read it was an early symptom of pregnancy too – peeing a lot.)

Despite your laughter, a couple of tears trickled down your cheeks. Yoongi caught them immediately. “Hey, don’t cry,” he murmured, dropping the tests in his lap to reach for your face and kiss them away.

“They’re not sad tears,” you reassured. You hadn’t cried all day but seeing Yoongi so happy was what got you in the end.

His eyes were still filled with concern though, pushing the hair out of your face, searching for something in your eyes.. “Were you worried about telling me?”

“I don’t know why,” you confirmed. It seemed silly now. All your worries seemed pointless. Why had you been so scared at the prospect of raising a child? Of course you could do it. Especially with Yoongi at your side.

Yoongi understood you. He rubbed your upper back. “I know it’s a shock but it’s not the end of the world.” You smiled thankfully, letting his words soothe you. “In fact, you could say it’s the beginning of the world.” His happy little grin got you, giggling at his lame ass line.

He leaned in, rubbing his nose with yours. “Our world.” You cupped his face as he pressed a kiss to your mouth, letting your eyes close briefly before he pulled away. “I love you,” he sang softly.

His eyes were twinkling, the happiness he felt obvious. “I love you too,” you sang right back.

Chuckling under his breath he was still amazed. “We made a baby.”

Running your fingers through his dark hair, you grinned and confirmed. “We made a baby.”

#fic:pbn #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic #floralseokjin:writings

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mrkcore · 3 years

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𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 - 𝐡.𝐫𝐣

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: huang renjun x reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fairy(faerie)!renjun, human!reader, academia aesthetic, royalcore, medieval setting

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you meet renjun one night. from that time on, you wait patiently for him every night.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): none

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: talking to the moon - bruno mars

𝐚/𝐧: renjun fic because it’s his bday :3 (i researched a lot about faeries and fairies, but none of them fit the concept i planned, so i kinda just merged some stuff i saw, so this probably isn’t the most accurate, and it is fiction so yeah) i tried to be a lot more descriptive in this one (cuz i’m really bad at that), so pls gimme feedback that would really be appreciated tyvm <3

a part of @nakamotocore‘s cliffhanger collab!

(comment here to be added to the taglist!)

another day has come to the end. you’re finally back in your room, sitting at your desk, trying to finish the work you didn’t finish from your classes.

you sigh. even after lighting all of the candles in your room, you’re still feeling unmotivated to continue your language work.

so you pull up your mythology textbook, and take a sneak peek at tomorrow’s topic: fairies.

“fairy, also spelled faerie or faery, a mythical being of folklore and romance usually having magic powers and dwelling on earth in close relationship with humans. it can appear as a dwarf creature typically having green clothes and hair, living underground or in stone heaps, and characteristically exercising magic powers to benevolent ends; as a diminutive sprite commonly in the shape of a delicate, beautiful, ageless winged creature dressed in diaphanous white clothing, inhabiting fairyland, but making usually well-intentioned intervention in personal human affairs; or as a tiny, mischievous, and protective creature generally associated with a household hearth.”

reading on, you’re slowly feeling your eyes droop, tiredness flooding your system. before you know it, your eyes close and bring you to a quiet slumber.

something is tickling your nose, and more is tickling your arm as well.

did you forget to close your window? or is it the dust from your shelves coming to haunt you for not dusting them for over a month?

you get up drowsily, trying to find the source of the disruption.

your candles are still lit, but it’s still dark outside, so it’s probably not morning yet. you turn around to grab the shawl you discarded on your bed, and put it on.

you reach out to close your window, but to your surprise, there’s a boy. sitting on the ledge of your window.

and he has wings, sparkling transparent wings.

you’re in awe. from this angle, the moonlight shines just right for his beautiful wings to glisten as they flutter.

you don’t realize, but you’re slowly walking towards him. your body gravitating towards the strange but stunning creature.

he hears the floorboard creaking underneath your feet, and turns around to look at you.

you’re shocked by his appearance.

he’s heavenly. his round, gentle doe eyes are iridescent, sparking while he’s staring at you. dainty, plump, parted lips, and a button nose. you’ve never seen anyone’s features as pretty as his.

“oh, you are awake now.” his mouth turns upwards into a smile. you’re baffled. “i hope i was not the cause that woke you, how did you rest?”

the creature turns around and flies right next to you. you instinctively sit down on your bed, and he follows suit.

“i-, i slept well?” you answered hesitantly. you check your watch discreetly, displaying the time, 1:35 am. the boy–or being, sitting besides you catches the action, and leans in to view the interesting gadget.

he scares you a little bit, and you quickly scramble to put it back into your pocket. he looks at you with great curiosity.

you wonder if he’s ever been in contact with humans before.

“so uh, what is your name?” you try to strike up a conversation now that you know he is able to speak.

“i do not really have one, but you can call me renjun.” he beams. “and you? what should i call a beautiful lady like yourself?”

you’re blushing with how polite, charming, and poised he is.

“my name is y/n.”

and that’s where it all began.

renjun came to your window every night when the moon comes at its brightest. it became part of your routine, and thankfully you didn’t have a roommate, so you stay up every night just talking to him.

for some reason, your lack of sleep did not affect you as much as you thought it would. the headmaster, teachers, maids, they always told students to get a full night’s rest so you’d be at your fullest learning capacity. but you’ve never felt better. you never asked what renjun was, it never came up during your late night discussions. you knew from his appearance that he was somewhat like a fairy, but you never asked him about anything, even though you were always curious.

renjun’s sudden arrival into your life made you feel so bubbly and warm every single day. all of the girls in your class have noticed, so has your homeroom professor.

“y/n! y/n!” they called to you during lunch break the day after your first encounter with renjun. “you seem so happy today even though we had an exam, what are you smiling so brightly about?”

you wanted to keep him as your little secret. so you just smugly smirked at them.

“none of your business.” you bite back before turning around to walk away.

they all squealed.

“it’s a boy!”

“definitely a boy.”

“nothing else would be as exciting!”

whispers went around the classroom, and the girls were happily gossiping amongst themselves. your teacher even giggled a bit when she thought the class wasn’t looking. your classmates ask every single day, but you don’t cave. still pleased with the spectacle you’ve stirred up.

but it’s true, you’ve been much happier. strolling the school grounds with a skip in your step, a cheerful mood during class every day, and finishing your homework (renjun insists you do it before he visits so you are free to talk).

you’re so excited for your late night chats with him that you rush to your room to finish your work for the day. surprising all of your teachers of your newfound burst of productiveness.

you feel over the moon.

until he disappeared.

renjun stopped showing up at your window one day, out of the blue. no explanation, no nothing. it’s not like you had any other form of communication with him. so he completely went off the grid. leaving you by yourself.

for the first week, you didn’t accept that he just left. so like usual, you patiently waited for his arrival with the moon shining brightly.

but he never came. for weeks and weeks, you’d wait to no avail of his presence.

you know he’s somewhere out there. somewhere far away. you want him back.

your neighbours think you’re crazy.

sitting at your open window, staring at the moon, and barely getting any sleep.

but they don’t understand.

no one had ever listened to you as attentively as he did. no one cared to listen to you talk about your hopes and dreams, how your day went, what colour you found the prettiest (if you were wondering, it is green, renjun’s wings are a pretty light green), what pastries you enjoyed stuffing yourself with, your comfort book, no one.

he’s all you have.

so like a hopeless, smitten, lovestruck girl, you sat quietly with the cold breeze blowing into your room at night from your window.

weeks go by, and you’re still waiting for his visits. at night, when the stars light up your room, you sit by yourself, talking to the moon. trying to get to him, in hopes he’s on the other side, talking to you too.

you’re feeling like you’re famous, the talk of the town.

your bright spirit you had before was gone, and you kept your head down at day.

everyone was talking about how you got dumped, or got your heart broken by the boy you were head-over-heels for. they say you’ve gone mad; yeah, you’ve gone mad.

but they don’t know what you know.

‘cause when the sun goes down, someone’s talking back.

around 3 months later, you’re sitting at your desk, finishing work. you look up, and suddenly, the moon starts lighting up brighter, flashing.

you’re in disbelief, did the moon just, blink at you?

then, a shadow of a figure with wings appears, and waves at you.

that familiar figure, renjun.

was this renjun reassuring you that he hasn’t abandoned you?

this ignites that spark inside of you. not thinking rationally anymore, no longer somber, you instantly get up to scramble to the window to sit down.

while you’re speaking, the moon blinks, as if he’s talking back.

so again, at night, when the stars light up your room, you sit by yourself, talking to the moon. trying to get to him.

until that stops too.

the moon stops responding to you. no signs of anyone, and the moon looks more dull than before.

you wonder to yourself, “am i a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?”

you still stay up to mindlessly talk to the moon, in hopes he’s on the other side, talking to you too. does he ever hear you calling? ‘cause every night, you’re talking to the moon, still trying to get to him.

then, one night, you fall asleep again.

trying to study for your project, your mythology textbook is still open. you don’t mean to, but school has been tiring, and you couldn’t help it.

but you wake up to the familiar tingling sensation on your arm. you open your eyes, and see renjun’s gaze on you. head rested on his hands, with his arms on your desk.

is this a dream? you feel faint. is this really happening? was he really in front of you?

your eyes roam renjun’s face desperately. his eyes, his hair, his moles, his nose, those kissable lips. all the same like you remember.

“you’re awake.” he says. “i’m sorry i was gone for so long, i had some complications and was unable to travel.”

renjun smiles, apologetically.

“i’ve missed you, sweetheart. how have you been?”

your eyes zoom in on his lips.

“kiss me.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. renjun seems surprised as well.

“sweetheart, are you sure you want th–”

before he even finishes, you crash your lips onto his.

they’re as soft as you imagined. his lips taste sweet, like the nectar of the beautiful flowers in your school gardens.

he deepens the kiss, and you let him. feeling over the moon.

when the both of you pull away, things go back to normal. renjun is diligently listening to your rambles, and you’ve never felt better.

when the moon starts to disappear, you realize it’s time for him to go.

“you should probably go home.” you said, sadly. “you said you had some important things to do, so i must not distract you from your work.”

“oh sweetheart,” renjun chuckles. “but i’m already home.” he says with a eerie smile that makes you stop.

“pardon me?” you reply, slightly terrified by his change in tone.

“you heard me little human,” he licks his lips menacingly. you flinch when his hand travels up to your face to caress your cheek. “i’m already home.”

tears are flooding your eyes as renjun’s fingers grow longer into claws and he wraps them around your airway.

“you humans think you can just come into our homes and destroy our land, families, our lives.” he growls. “YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM US.”

renjun screams, his hand forcing you to look at him. his eyes are no longer the soft doe ones you knew, filled with rage and hurt as he poured his emotions onto you.

“now we’re taking it back.” he snickers. “this stupid building you built upon our old home, it will be gone.”

his hand squeezes tighter on your neck and you’re quickly losing consciousness.

“and we’re starting with you.” renjun taunts, his normal hand coming up to your face to caress it again.

“it’s a shame thought,” he shrugs, seemingly defeated. “i kinda liked you.”

he drops you on the floor, and you’re gone.

tears still flowing out of your eyes as renjun walks out of your room.

“unlike the fairies, faeries are considered to be evil, horrid, and mischievous creatures. the faeries are evil, unfriendly, and cruel spirits. the faeries are a bit dangerous also. humanity destroying most of their lives, they seek revenge to take back what once was theirs.”

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noaltbruh · 3 years

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Hii!! I’m not sure if requests are still open but if they are... How about the Bucci gang with a reader who has problems with self harm? It’s a rather serious topic tho so I completely understand if you don’t want to

*I DISCOURAGE ANYONE YOUNGER THAN 13 OR EASILY TRIGGERED FROM READING THIS. IF YOU ARE/KNOW SOMEONE DEALING WITH THIS KIND OF PROBLEM, PLEASE ASK FOR HELP*

With that being said, thank you for your request and I wish you the best :)

GIORNO:

-Giorno almost immediately figured out there was something wrong with you. The way you constantly hid your wrists and acted like it was nothing made him extremely suspicious. However, he hesitated to tell you about it for a while, he wanted you to open up to him naturally without having to force you.

-But it was something that he could no longer keep on ignoring after almost 5 months. He had to talk to you.

-He calmly told you that he had something very serious that he wanted to discuss with you. You could already tell where this was going and tried to oppose, but once he puts his mind on something you can be sure that he isn't going to take "no" as an answer.

-"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I really want to talk to you about this, forgive me if I insist. Would you mind showing me your arms? And without the jacket, please."

-You just stared at him without saying a word.

-"Y/N...you know that I don't like repeating myself, so please do what I said"

-reluctantly you took your jacket off, as Giorno took a close look at the scars on both of your arms

-He looked at you in the eyes and immediately told you that this was not ok, and despite how much you didn't want to admit it, you knew he was right

-He started asking you lots of questions in order to understand better what caused you to harm yourself in this way, while you hated to talk about this, the calmness in his voice helped you opening up to him

-However, Giorno's method to actually handle the problem may seem a bit too...cynical. Being the leader of Passione, he made sure to contact the most qualified and well known therapist in the entire country, since he knows that self harm is a serious issue that requires medical treatment

-On the other hand, emotional support is also extremely important, which is something that a person like Giorno has a bit of trouble to realize

-You appreciate what he's doing and decides to see the therapist he has recommended, but you also try to make him understand that it isn't as simple as breaking a leg and going to the hospital

-He immediately apologizes for his "coldness" and always makes sure to check up on you even more than before. The "feeling side" of the relationship is something that he still struggles with at times, but you are more than happy to help him just like he's helping you getting better with this problem

BUCCIARATI:

-Bucciarati is probably the best one at handling the situation in the entire team.

-He noticed that something was wrong even before than Giorno, but unlike him, he didn't hesitate to tell you about it

-While you didn't expect him to bring it up in such a sudden way, a part of you was secretly glad that Bruno was able to see this through. You knew he was a kind and thoughtful person, and he would have done anything to help you

-"Y/N...I don't know why you'd hurt yourself this way, I'm not even going to ask you about it. Just know...I'll always be there for you, and I won't be satisfied until you heal from this"

-His first thought was to hide anything sharp inside the house, even though he believes you want to get better, he still doesn't want to take any risk

-He'd be too scared to leave you alone for a while, so you'll have to bear with him insisting on bringing you everywhere he goes

-Of course, he'd make sure to look for the best therapist he can find, if you're not comfortable with the one he suggested, he won't blink an eye and start looking for another one the minute after

MISTA:

-Mista takes quite longer compared to Bruno and Giorno to realize what's going on. He always thought it was kind of weird how you constantly wore shirts or dresses with long sleeves, but considering his own fashion style, he couldn't really say anything about it

-However, after around half an year, he started to grow more and more suspicious of your behavior, especially since who would ever wear long sleeves in the middle of Summer?

-While Mista probably knows what self harm is, he has never taken any interest in the subject, so he doesn't know how to react when he realizes what's going on

-Still, he deeply cares about you, and wants to help you in any way he can. He tried to get you to show him your wrists in a very relaxed way; if there was no tension, maybe opening up to him wouldn't have been as bad

-"Come on Y/N, you know that I love you, I'm just asking you to show me your arms. It can't be that bad, right?"

-You really didn't want to, and despite how much you loved Mista, you weren't exactly sure he was the best option to help you in this situation. Regardless, you decided to give him a chance, he was still your boyfriend, after all

-He was really freaked out when he saw your scars, but he knew that he couldn't ask you what to do to make you feel better, and that he had to look for a solution on his own.

-He considered asking the gang for help, but it was something way too private for him to tell them about it.

-The only idea that came into his mind was to talk to a therapist, which turned out to actually be good. He convinced you to take an appointment and the man would always give Mista some advices on how to make you feel better when you're not there.

NARANCIA

-Narancia...is most definitely not the best option in this situation. He's incredibly sweet and lovable, and would give his own life to make you feel better. The problem is that... Narancia doesn't even know what self harm means.

-He always tells the gang about what a cool girlfriend he's got, that you're never hot and even in the middle of Summer you still wear long sleeves. They hoped that, eventually, he would have figured out on his own what was going on, but after an entire year, they decided to tell him about it.

-Narancia didn't believe them at first and thought they were just trying to mess with him. The situation would have seriously gotten out of hand if Bucciarati wasn't there to stop him

-He refused to believe to what they were saying, but he wanted to ask you about it anyway, just to make sure that he was right and the other were a bunch of "dumb overthinkers"

-The easiest way would have been to tell Narancia that nothing was wrong, and that would have been the end of the discussion. But...you didn't want to, you wanted to get better, even though he didn't know anything about the subject, Narancia would have done anything to help you

-"Y/N...I-I know I'm not the smartest, but why didn't you tell me sooner? I...I want to be there for you, I don't know how but...e-everything will be fine, alright?"

-He immediately asks the gang for help, he doesn't want to take any risk and rely on someone that is more knowledgeable than you is definitely the safer option in this case

-He helps you find a therapist, of course, but he has some trouble understanding that he can't be there during the appointment, he just wants to be there 100% of the times

-He's great when it comes to emotional support though, he will constantly try to cheer you up and "Make all the bad thoughts go away"

-Please appreciate what this poor baby is doing, he's just trying his best

FUGO

-Fugo probably considered harming himself in the past, friendly reminder that he was about to kill his father with a dagger, are we sure that's all that he used that knife for?

-With that being said, he never actually went through with it, since he was too scared of how his parents would have reacted if they found out

-Because of this, Fugo notices that something is not right almost immediately, but he's too scared to tell you about it. He knows that this is an extremely sensitive subject, and he thinks that you're going to leave him if he brings that up

-However, eventually, he finds the courage to confront you, since knowing about the issue and doing absolutely nothing was slowly killing him inside

-"Y/N, please try to understand, this...is not good for you. I know that talking about it hurts...a lot, but it will never stop hurting if you don't face it!"

-He knows quite a lot about it, and encourages you to seek for professional assistance as soon as possible. Obviously, he helps you find a good therapist, and similar to Narancia, he's very annoyed that he can't participate to the sessions

-While he knows that emotional support is extremely important, Fugo isn't exactly the best when it comes to comforting somebody

-Of course, he'll do anything he can to avoid lashing out on you, but he's constantly worried that he isn't doing enough to help you.

-But you trust him, and you're sure that with a person like him by your side, you're going to get better

ABBACCHIO

-How do I say this...I think that Abbacchio doesn't simply know a lot about self harm, he has experienced it. He doesn't do it anymore, of course, but during that period of his life before Bruno welcomed him into the gang, Abbacchio reached a point where he would hurt himself on purpose on a daily basis.

-Because of this, he can immediately tell that something is seriously wrong, and he doesn't think twice about telling you about it

-However, while he understands how much it hurts, he still has serious problems confronting the issue in an healthy manner, so the way he told you wasn't exactly...very reassuring

-"Y/N, what the hell? Do you have ANY IDEA of how bad this is for you? What were you planning on doing? Cutting you *beep* arm until you run out of blood? Don't you give a **** about how much this would hurt the ones around you?"

-His words hurt more than the blade that passed through you veins more than once every day by now. You started crying and sobbing out loud, not knowing how to answer

-"Oh God...Y-Y/N, I'm...I'm sorry. I know how is it like...I know it t-too well. I just... I just w-want to help you"

-An entire hour later, he was able to calm you down, explaining to you his experience with self harm. Partially, you were mad at him for not talking about it sooner, but in a certain way, it reassured you, because he could perfectly understand what you were going through

-However, since he simply...stopped doing it after he met Bruno, he doesn't immediately understand what he's supposed to do to help you

-He's not dumb though, and after thinking about it for half an hour, he decides that the first step would be to find a good therapist. He feels...kind of uncomfortable accompanying you to the sessions, since the doctor accidentally thought he was the patient the first time you came to his studio

-When it comes to comforting you, as you already saw, his words may still be a bit... hostile, but you don't care. You know those words aren't filled with bitterness, that's just his way to show that he's genuinely worried for you

TRISH

-Trish, similar to Mista, knows what self harm is, but her knowledge about the issue is probably just the standard definition you would find in a dictionary

-She actually found about about the issue sooner than most members of the gang. How? It was a total coincidence, considering that she hadn't grown suspicious, not even in the slightest, that something could have been wrong

-One day, she convinced you to go shopping with her; you tried to decline, but eventually, you figured out that you could have stopped her from seeing your scars if you only put on long sleeved clothes

-It seemed like your plan almost succeeded, but as you were in the middle of putting on your regular clothes, Trish walked inside your changing room

-"Hey dear, what do you think of- Y/N, w-what are those things on your wrists? But...a-an enemy hurt you that way, r-right? You wouldn't harm yourself like that...RIGHT?!"

-You didn't say anything, you just looked down, feeling ashamed of yourself

-Since she couldn't get an answer out of you there, Trish immediately brought you back home, hoping that you would have felt more comfortable talking about it in a private place

-Slowly, you started explaining to her the whole situation. She didn't interrupt you a single time, but it was obvious from her expression that she wanted to ask you a lot of things. You could almost see her eyes getting wet

-She hugged you tight and told you that everything would have been ok. While she was clearly hurt to have found out about it in such way, she was willing to help you in any possible way

-After getting more informed about the subject, the two of you looked for a therapist together. She wanted to make absolute sure that you felt included in this choice too

-She took a break from her job as a pop star to remain by your side until you feel at least a bit better. You didn't want her to renounce to something so important for you, but when she told you about it she already made her mind, and she wasn't going to change it

-When she can't absolutely be there, she leaves you with Spice girl so that you don't feel completely alone

#anime #jojo's bizzare adventure #jojo part 5 #jjba vento aureo #vento aureo #jojo golden wind #golden wind #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader #giorno x reader #bucciarati x reader #bucci gang #team bucciarati #mista x reader #narancia x reader #fugo x reader #abbacchio x reader #trish x reader

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daretosnoop · 3 years

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Chapter 6: Partners

Chapter 5

Henry had struggled to work for the rest of the evening. Nancy’s words got stuck into his head. He always knew what he had with Summer was, well, it wasn’t right—but every relationship had its own sense of balance. Maybe, this was just his and Summer’s? But, he had been quick to isolate Summer as someone he was close to. Why? He was always desperate to please Summer and found happiness whenever it would work. Summer’s smiles and laughs were rare, but they were worth it. But was she his friend? What even is a friend when you’re an adult?

Nancy seemed to sense his displeasure with their conversation. She’d tried to bring him into her investigation, but Henry declined. She then tried to suggest playing a game, but Henry declined that too. So she left him alone, and now Henry could hear her laughing with Renee as they ate dinner. One half of him wanted to join in on their conversation. What could be so funny that Renee was laughing? Henry never saw her so much as smile when it was just the two of them. Later, Nancy came in to inform him of the dinner plate they left aside for him. She tried again to engage Henry in some activity, but gave up when she saw Henry’s face. Her badgering, it reminded him of Ned. He’d also chased after Henry, insisting that Henry joined him for lunch or for a study session. Ned was the only classmate that was close in age to Henry. His friendliness and age gave Henry no excuse to avoid spending time with him, but he did—because Summer told him to. And now he was denying Nancy’s friendship, but Summer wasn’t here.

After Henry spoke to Summer, she’d gone quiet. Not a text or phone call. He’d text her how was her day, what she was up to, but Summer either didn’t respond or just sent some emoji. Henry tried to call her once, but she didn’t pick up. So he left her alone. Now, sitting on his bed, he scrolled through past messages, wondering if he said something to hurt her, or if she didn’t like him anymore and refused to talk to him. God, please don’t let come to that. Nancy’s words filtered in again, One of you will tire of the other and end the relationship. Henry moved a hand through his hair and tossed his phone to the side. He was just tired.

There was a rustling in the wall and as Henry looked up, he saw the wall move! The Whispers rushed in and filled his mind with indecipherable words. The wall swung open like a door and out stepped Nancy, looking surprised. Before he could speak, before he could even think of speaking, Nancy’s face turned into a smile.

“Henry!” she said, excitement bursting from her voice. “You won’t believe what I’ve found out”.

“The door to Narnia it seems,” was all Henry managed to utter out. Immediately he chastised himself for being too harsh, but Nancy just laughed.

“Looks like it, right? No, I found your uncle’s study. His secret study”.

What?

Nancy read his expression. “Ya, I know,” she said and dragged him out of the bed and into the study. “This is just something you gotta see for yourself. Prepare yourself, I got more discoveries coming”.

Stumbling after Nancy, Henry’s jaw dropped as he took in the scene before him. There was dust and dirt everywhere. The room looked like shambles, a storage room. Nancy burst forth into an explanation of what she found out about his uncle and Dr. Buford. They were in some krewe called the Jolly Rogers. She told him that she learned that Bruno had acquired a skull.

“He believes it’s the true genuine Whisperer skull,” she said with animated eyes and her hands waved about as she described the case the skull was in. “We found it at Zeke’s, but Henry that’s not all, look at this photograph,” she passed him a photo of what looked like a younger Bruno Bolet and skeleton people?

“See,” she said pointing to the skull people. “That’s the same skull man I saw when I entered the house. I’m sure your uncle used to be one of them. Renee mentioned that she saw them too, but I guess she didn’t know your uncle was in a krewe. And look,” she passed him a calendar book. “There’s a date set for 4 days from now. Your uncle was planning to go to some place exactly near where Bess and I are staying. Do you know what this all means, Henry?” She looked at him eagerly.

It was too much, way too much to handle, and he honestly did not know what it all meant.

“You were right?” he guessed in a weak voice. “My uncle was in a cult”.

“Well, kind of, I guess,” Nancy said, then she shook her head and pulled out her phone. She showed him the photos of the note from the person Bruno purchased the skull and the case the skull was stored in.

“It means that Bruno was hiding the skull!”

“But, why?”

With Henry’s question, Nancy immediately sobered and stood a bit away from Henry. She looked at him hesitantly.

“Henry, do you hear voices sometimes?”

Henry stiffened at her question, an act Nancy noticed.

“You do,” she said softly. “So, it’s true. My god, it’s true”.

“What’s true?” Henry cried out, frustrated with being kept in the dark.

Nancy didn’t say anything. She just handed him a book and told him to read it. She then moved away towards the skee ball machine and tinkered with it. Realizing that she was not going to explain herself, Henry opened the book and read his uncle’s letter. When he finished, he shut the book and tossed it on the table. He then leaned over his legs and laced his hand behind his neck. I’m not losing it. I’m not losing it. I’m not losing it. He was losing it. It was too much. His uncle was asking for too much, and Henry didn’t even like him. Why should he do anything his uncle wanted? Just finish the damn accounts and go! Summer’s right, don’t waste time on a person who gave you nothing and just—he stopped his thought and a smile forced itself out. His life was a riot.

He looked up and noticed that Nancy had her back to him, still giving him privacy. She had her trench coat on again. What’s she planning now? A feeling came over Henry. He didn’t know why, didn’t even want to know why. All he knew in that moment was that he wanted to join her on the investigation. He hated his uncle, was angry with him. But he could not shout at the dead—though they made their voices plenty heard. Speaking of which, it seemed that the entire Bolet family was one certificate of prestige away from being locked up in an asylum. It didn’t surprise Henry to learn about being able to hear ghosts. No point in being scared in the everyday occurrence. The Whispers, now ghosts, fell into a quiet murmur when Henry read the journal, as if they were anxious to how he would react. Alright, I’m here, he thought. What do you guys need? It seemed to work because they hummed about in his mind. Henry laughed to himself. Here he was, consoling the dead.

Henry got up, stuffed his hands into his dress pant and shuffled over to Nancy.

“So now what?” He asked when she didn’t start talking.

“Well,” she started slowly. “It depends on what you want. This case is not really mine anymore”.

Henry stared hard at Nancy. She returned his gaze.

“So I’m guessing you know what I did”.

“I’m guessing you needed the money for Summer?”

“Any questions?”

“Not really, you’re in the clear now that I know you can’t be the skeleton man”.

“You suspected me?” Henry asked and raised his eyebrows.

“Of course,” Nancy said smugly. She picked up a ball and rolled it across the skee ball runway.

“So my family are ghost whisperers. There’s an actual skull whisperer, and my uncle wants me to have it because it will give me some knowledge?”

Nancy rolled another two balls before she answered.

“No Henry,” her voice was deep and reflected her somber face. “There’s more”.

“There’s something more important than the supernatural existing?”

His question broke a smile across Nancy’s face and she exhaled a laugh through her nose. She threw another two balls and then turned to look at Henry.

“Your uncle was probably murdered”.

“Excuse me?”

Nancy tossed a ball up into the air and caught it. She repeated the action as she spoke.

“I looked into the skull. It’s reputed to give people immortality, and it had a history of all its owners being murdered. I asked a reliable source about the skull. Turns out she had previously spoken to your uncle, and she believes that your uncle’s death might have been planned”.

“My uncle died of a heart attack”.

“Yes, but there were two people nearby when it happened. Renee and Gilbert”.

“Are you saying that they killed my uncle?”

Nancy shrugged and rolled the ball she played catch with down the ramp.

“Who knows Henry”.

“So there’s a chance he might not have been murdered?”

Nancy made a face at that and Henry realized she was dead serious. Now he understood why she placed the choice in his hands. An investigation into murder, without any police help— it was all based on a hunch, her hunch. They could also end up dead. He realized she was asking him whether he even wanted to investigate into his uncle’s death. He smiled softly and crossed his arms.

“So? What’s our next move?” he asked again. This time he wore a fond, if exasperated, expression on his face.

Nancy gave him a sly grin and rolled the last skee ball she had. “Now, we look for the skull”.

She brought Henry over to the cupboard that stood against the wall and explained that Bruno had hid twenty-five eyes around. Apparently they led to the skull. She even showed him the clues he gave for some of the eyes. As she explained, Henry couldn’t help scoffing at the ridiculousness of it all. There were ghosts. He heard them. He was not insane. His uncle might have been murdered. They were looking for a skull. He was a thief, and Nancy was a bad girlfriend. What on earth was about to get unburied? He didn’t know, and for once, he wanted to find out.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit cuckoo to assume that we’re supposed to be looking for eyes?” Henry asked as they stood in front of a grandfather clock. “I mean, what if eyes were some kind of key or clue to a key?”

Nancy moved her head from side-to-side, indicating that she thought the same.

“Did your uncle have an obsession with eyes?”

“No. He was a dentist”.

“Right. He chose the wrong occupation”.

“He did have a glass eye though,” Henry added, remembering the first time he saw his uncle’s glass eye. It was the first thing he noticed about his uncle when he came to pick Henry up from foster care. After his parents died, there was a short gap between the funeral and coming to the manor during which Henry stayed in foster care. When his uncle came for him, all Henry noticed was that one eye did not follow him. He always regretted the face he must have shown to his uncle. It was a bad first impression, not to mention the insensitivity, and even though uncle Bruno gave no indication that Henry’s reaction bothered him, Henry always wondered whether his reaction impacted their relationship.

“Of course he had a glass eye,” Nancy said and they shared and amused look.

“So,” Henry said, gazing back at the clock with hands on his hips. “What do we do here?”

“Well,” Nancy began as she shuffled through the journal. There were three entries for the first puzzle. Each contained a short story and nothing more.

“I’m guessing the stories tell us something on what we should do with the clock”.

Nancy read the first story aloud.

At exactly midday the teacher said to his class, “what time will it be when three hours have passed”. Let’s pretend it’s that time and move ahead two hours more. And from there let’s say that it’s nine hours before. If, six hours before then we’d made note of the time, what time would it be if we’d moved ahead nine? His students wrote down 6 numbers in all. Then went back to their daydreams of things big and small.

“Makes no sense,” Henry remarked.

“Hold on, hold on,” Nancy reread the story and traced certain words. “Do you see here,” she said pointing to numeric words. “The story is weird, but it has words that indicate numbers. See here, midday becomes twelve. Three hours pass, so from 12 we move three hours. Then we move ahead another two hours”.

“And so we should get 12—3—5—8—2—11,” Henry finished and started to move the hour hand in that order. The gears of the clock whirred to life and from the cuckoo bird door emerged a glass eye. Tentatively, Henry reached for it. It was cool to the touch. He turned towards Nancy and saw that she had opened her bag for him. He placed the eye in and they looked at the next story.

“I’m guessing we just repeat what we did before,” Nancy said before launching into the second story. They pulled out two more sets of numbers and two more eyes.

“Three out of twenty-five so far”.

“No,” Henry said. “Four out of twenty-five”.

Nancy looked perplexed and then it hit her. “The eye in the desk drawer!”

Now it was Henry’s turn to look at her perplexed. “How do you know about that one?”

“Well, I snooped around your desk—“

“You snooped around uncle Bruno’s desk?” Henry exclaimed.

Nancy shrugged and Henry gave way to a burst of chuckles.

“You really are the real deal Nancy”.

“What can I say, nothing gets in between me and a mystery”.

They shuffled over to the desk and Henry opened the drawer and detached the glass eye from its keychain. Nancy flipped through the journal and looked around the room.

“There’re a few eyeballs here,” she said and moved towards the bookcase with tooth stands. Henry followed after her and peered into the book she held up.

“Your uncle logged some of the work he did. I’m guessing it somehow relates to this bookcase”.

“This seems like a violation of patient confidentiality,” Henry remarked and Nancy grinned.

“Probably”.

Nancy looked at Henry.

“Your ghosts say anything?”

Henry raised an eyebrow, “Don’t think I can just call them to me and ask questions. I’m not a necromancer”.

“Have you tried?”

“Not really,” Henry looked uncomfortable.

“Hey, if you’re unsure or haven’t gotten used to there being ghosts, then don’t force yourself”. Saying so, Nancy linked her arm around Henry’s and dragged him towards the living room.

“I wanted to know your opinion on something”. She opened the door to the secret passage and brought Henry towards the lens.

“There’s a lens here that zooms in on a book. Know anything about it?”

Henry peered through the lens and saw the book Nancy was talking about. Nothing came to mind and he shook his head. He then realized something.

“Is this were you overhead my conversation with Summer?”

Nancy nodded and Henry gave a deep sigh and moved out towards the living room. He saw the Bolet family portraits and moved towards them. He recognized his parents, but it saddened him when he realized that this portrait and his last memory of them barely differed. He didn’t see his uncle, or at least, he didn’t recognize him. Then again, aside from his parents, Henry could not name any of the family members on the wall. He looked at his father. So you had the same ability I do. What would you have taught me?

Henry closed his eyes and tried to get a feel to see if there were any ghosts about. All he felt was the emptiness surrounding him. Embarrassment flooded in and he opened his eyes, turned around and saw he was all alone.

Nancy knew it was best to leave Henry alone while he stared at his family portraits. Old families tended to have walls filled with portraits. She remembered when she went to Blackmoor manor in England and met a young girl who felt alone in a manor filled with unfamiliar and intangible faces.

When she turned around to give Henry privacy, she caught Renee slipping up the stairs. Curious, she slowly followed Renee up to her room. Renee had left her room door open just a crack. Nancy slipped to the floor and peered through the cracks. Renee was sitting on her bed with a book and had an assortment of bottles and other knickknacks all around her. She lifted different potions up to her nose and took in a deep breath. She then opened her pouch necklace and put in pinches of stuff into the pouch. Then, she packed everything up and went to bed. Nancy started to back away when, out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw the rocking chair move and the doll turn towards her. Nancy felt chills run down her neck and she backed away, rushed down the stairs and crashed into Henry.

#nancy drew #henry bolet #cry #Legend of the Crystal Skull #cry rewrite

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kirieshhhka003 · 4 years

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aaa oki then! could i pls have hcs for trish, bruno and johnny with a ballerina s/o? like, she’s shy about it and most of the times trains alone. like what do they think about it, if they help when she hurts herself (not that they wouldnt but most of the times i deal with it alone if u know what i mean ksbdks) and that sort of stuff ksbdj sorry im bad describing stuff and my english isnt the best but thank you!!💖💖

I don’t know much about ballet and ballerinas and some things may be incorrect, sorry about that, but I really tried to find information about it. Thank you for your request, my precious anon💚

Note: in this writing all characters are already in a relationships with S/o!

Bruno, Trish and Johnny x ballerina S/o

Bruno Buccellati

When he picks S/o up after her trainings he genuinely wants to feed her some delicious meal in his favorite restaurant, she looks so tiny, Bruno needs to feed her. BUT, all ballerinas are on a strict diet, and most of foods he’d like to offer S/o just can’t be eaten

Bruno peeked into the gap between the door and frame and he saw S/o practicing. She was so beautiful and nifty, she was like a little fairy dancing in a soft sunset light

Once Bruno had a day off and he decided to make a little surprise for S/o and visit her. He bought fresh fruits and a bottle of wine on the way to her house. Finally he was there, knocking on the door of his beloved’s home. S/o was so surprised to see Bruno and happily let him in

Bruno noticed that she was limping on her left leg and of course it worried him. “What’s wrong with your leg?” - he asked. “Oh, this? I got a little trauma from my recent training, nothing too bad, don’t worry ‘bout that” - S/o responded with a nonchalant smile, but, of course, Bruno didn’t believe her. “Show me” - “ Listen, Bruno, it’s not serious, just a couple of bruises, that’s all” - but he sat her on a sofa in a living room and took off her socks

Man’s eyes widened when he saw S/o’s feet, all covered in bruises and calluses, nails on a few fingers were missing. “Nothing serious, right?” - he asked rhetorically. Then he gently rubbed S/o’s cheek and said - “You don’t need to deal with that on your own. You can always ask me for help, and I’ll be right there”

Trish Una

When Trish was 7 she saw a “Swan Lake” on a TV. A little girl was so impressed with this “strange dancing”, ballerinas were so graceful and lissom, like a fairies from the other universe. Later her mom explained that this dance is called ballet and all the dancers had been studying for years to dance like this

She begged her mom to give her to a ballet lessons after school, but Trish didn’t think it would be that hard and painful, so Trish gave up on a ballet after the third lesson. Years later, she met S/o - a professional ballerina, who daily spend hours practicing and sharpening her skills

From the moment Trish woke up she felt bored, she tried to cook, clean her room, watch TV and listen to her favorite music, but she still felt overly bored. So she didn’t hesitate to visit S/o on her training and then hang out somewhere with her

When Trish arrived to the studio, S/o was practicing in, she was wondering why there was so quietly, and she didn’t meet anyone, even on a registration. “/Name/ are you here?” - “Trish, is that you?” - she heard from one of the rooms. When Trish walked in she saw S/o sitting on the floor patching up wounds on her toes

“Are you okay? Let me help you” - she said and started to carefully dress her wounds. “What happened?” - “Nah, I decided to take a little break and realized that my toes hurt,” - S/o chuckled but fell silent when she noticed the expression on Trish’s face. “Stop overworking yourself! You’re a human and need to get some rest! Now, change your clothes, enough of work for today, we’re going have some fun!”

Johnny Joestar

Every time Johnny sees her bruised feet his heart twists into a tight knot. He doesn’t say anything aloud but S/o can read a question in his eyes “Is that really worthy?” But he knows that ballet is S/o’s biggest passion, and asking this question will deeply hurt her feelings

But every evening Johnny helps S/o care for all damages on their feet and knees, he gently takes off all old dressings, applies healing ointment and puts on new patches. And when Johnny’s finished he slightly tickles S/o’s soles to make her chuckle and kisses one of her knees

Though he doesn’t understand why S/o’s still doing ballet, Johnny can’t deny that her dancing skills are amazing,. It hurts Johnny every time he bondages S/o’s sprained ankle or sees her bruised knees, but the way her eyes lit up while she dances, Johnny just can’t take it away from her

Johnny doesn’t approve of S/o’s diet in any way. “What diet? You’re a pansie, do you even weight something? I can see your ribs even though all your clothes, so shut up and eat your fuckin’ beefsteak, don’t cheese me”

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