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gamerbearmira · 2 years
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Crypltic!Dolores and Mirabel Mamalores AU, but worse and spiteful. So Dolores has the parkour skills of a mountain goat(brought to you by Tio Bruno) and is silent as nothing. Mirabel on the other hand has lost any sense of gravity and whatever is up, down, left, or right. So therefore physics does not know her and can be standing on the walls horizontally, and therefore is considered a demon(brought to you by this goofy mf named Pedro whom of which decided to make his favourite granddaughter be the karma of village's lazy asses).
They also have this skinwalker or mandela catalogue looking stare, which is scary enough to make you paranoid for months. They still have their normal clothes don't worry but their eyebags are more visible and has this *dramatically flails arms* some sort of trick to make their iris' smaller. And for some reason despite being under the sun for so many hours, they do not sweat nor do they even feel warm, they feel cold like their ghosts.
At this point, the village is scared of saying anything in the negative area because of Dolores and activities that could a modern person in jail or in juvenile detention because Mirabel is somehow always there, as if she's omnipresent.
The Madrigal fam catch on when Antonio turns 3 since he says; "I wanna be like Lolo and Mira! It looks so much fun to mess around with the villagers and also jump on high stuff and even stand upside down!". That makes them recoil and be shell shocked cuz, what??? We never got this from the villagers, and how did we not notice something this creepy?!?!
The reason for that is because they think that there would be some sort of karma because the last guy said something sexually nasty and he got his 2 year paranoia away just last week! He said something along the lines of "I-I heard a creepy lullaby and-and Dolores was at my dining table, and she just slowly smiled and tilted her head! I thought I couldn't sleep again! And then I saw a kid upside down with glowing glasses! I swear they took at least 10 years of my life!!"
That's all I have rn I wrote this in my notes at 2 AM, I might continue this and become a snippet tumblr of my own.
OHHHHHI LIKE THIS…YES SIRRRRR
The cryptic doubles <3 and Antonio just being completely ok with it, because we love him for that.
But I like this! Dolores being creepy asl and Mirabel just joining her. The two go around scaring the living daylights out of people without a care win the world, knowing full well what they’re doing, being mean and enjoying it.
Gravity deviating Mirabel has my heart. Love her standing on walls and freaking everyone except for 3 people out. She’s on the ceiling and not even flinching, all because Pedro somehow was able to do the same thing. Somehow, but no one knows how. And Pedro was probably a cryptic too. I know Mirabel took after him according to a Alma, and the apple doesn’t fall to far from the tree.
Dolores somehow always managing a way to find a way into someone’s house, and just standing there. Menacingly. And then she starts humming some weird ahh sing??? I know them bad people are on their toes, locking their windows, hoping to keep her and her daughter out, only to find them in the closet, under the bed, or ON THE CEILING. Dolores doesn’t even say anything to people in the day, but at night? That girl is just whispering creepy stuff into people’s ears while they sleep.
And then Antonio. Their mascot. He doesn’t do anything, but he’s there for emotional support, maybe bringing them a blanket or two. He knows they don’t get cold, but he can worry, so leave him be. Dolores probably taught him how to sneak up on people, so now he just appears behind people before saying some cryptic mess that Mirabel told him to say like ‘redrum’ and then running off giggling like some little gremlin ☠️☠️ seriously, don’t feed that mf after 12 a.m
gonna call them the cryptic trio cuz it’s funny
or maybe the cryptic duo and their adorable goofy ahh mascot
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tammyisobsessedwith · 2 years
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Name a Song for Your LI
Thanks for the tag @crimswnred @banirareiko @rebelrayne 🥰
Tagging @mrsbsmooth @i-boop-you @willkimura @mercedesdecorazon and anyone else who wants to join!
I might’ve taken this way too seriously and I have a huge list of LIs 😅
Noah - Cruel Summer, Taylor Swift
Said, “I’m fine,” but it wasn’t true / I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you / And I snuck in through the garden gate / Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh) / And I screamed for whatever it’s worth / “I love you!” Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? / He looks up grinning like a devil / It’s new, the shape of your body / It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got / And it’s ooh whoa oh / It’s a cruel summer / It’s cool, that’s what I tell ‘em / No rules, in breakable heaven / But ooh whoa oh / It’s a cruel summer / With you
Will - This Love, Taylor Swift
Tossing, turning / Struggled through the night with someone new / Baby, I could go on and on, on and on / Lantern burning / Flickered in my mind, only you / But you were still gone, gone, gone / Been losing grip on sinking ships / You showed up just in time / This love is good, this love is bad / This love is alive back from the dead, oh oh / These hands had to let it go free and / This love came back to me / This love left a permanent mark / This love is glowing in the dark / (…) Your kiss, my cheek / I watched you leave / Your smile, my ghost / I fell to my knees / When you’re young you just run / But you come back to what you need
Bobby - Teenage Dream, Katy Perry
You think I’m pretty without any makeup on / You think I’m funny when I tell the punchline wrong / I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down / Before you met me I was alright / But things were kinda heavy / You brought me to life / Now every February you’ll be my Valentine, Valentine / Let’s go all the way tonight / No regrets, just love / We can dance until we die / You and I will be young forever / You make me / Feel like I’m living a teenage dream / The way you turn me on, I can’t sleep / Let’s run away and don’t ever look back, don’t ever look back
Bruno - 3 Wishes, Dave Thomas Junior
I could say I wanna fly / But that would get old after a while / A million things that I could do / But they’d mean nothing without you / So I can’t think of anything / If you had three wishes / Do you know what they’d be? / Would one get saved for a rainy day / Or for someone more in need? / If I had three wishes / I’d tell you what they’d be / If I had three wishes / You would be all three
Lucas - Love on the Brain, Rihanna
And you got me like oh / What you want from me? / And I tried to buy your pretty heart, but the price too high / Baby, you got me like oh mm / You love when I fall apart / So you can put me together / And throw me against the wall / Baby, you got me like ah woo ah / Don’t you stop loving me / Don’t quit loving me / Just start loving me / Oh and babe I’m fist fighting with fire / Just to get close to you / Can we burn something, babe? / And I run for miles just to get a taste / Must be love on the brain / That’s got me feeling this way / It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good / And I can’t get enough / Must be love on the brain / And it keeps cursing my name / No matter what I do I’m no good without you / And I can’t get enough / Must be love on the brain
Tim - imagine, Ariana Grande
Knew you were perfect after the first kiss / Took a deep breath like ooh / Feels like forever, baby, I never / Thought that it would be you / Tell me your secrets, all of the creep shit / That’s how I know it’s true / Baby, direct it, name in the credits / Like the movies do / Click click click and post / Drip-drip-dripped in gold / Quick quick quick, let’s go / Kiss me and take off your clothes / Imagine a world like that / Imagine a world like that / We go like up till I’m asleep on your chest / Love how my face fits so good in your neck / Why can’t you imagine a world like that?
Gary - Call It What You Want, Taylor Swift
All my flowers grew back as thorns / Windows boarded up after the storm / He built a fire just to keep me warm/ All the drama queens taking swings / All the jokers dressing up as kings / They fade to nothing when I look at him / And I know I make the same mistakes every time / Bridges burn, I never learn / At least I did one thing right / I did one thing right / I’m laughing with my lover, making forts under cover / Trust him like a brother / Yeah, you know I did one thing right / Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night / My baby’s fit like a daydream / Walking with his head down / I’m the one he’s walking to / So call it what you want yeah / Call it what you want to / My baby’s fly like a jet stream / High above the whole scene / Loves me like I’m brand new / So call it what you want yeah / Call it what you want to
Angie - Stuck With U, Ariana Grande & Justin Bieber
I’m not one to stick around / One strike and you’re out, baby / Don’t care if I sound crazy / But you never let me down, no, no / That’s why when the sun’s up, I’m staying / Still laying in your bed singing / Ooh ooh ooh ooh / Got all this time on my hands / Might as well cancel our plans, yeah / I could stay here for a lifetime / So lock the door and throw out the key / Can’t fight this no more / It’s just you and me / And there’s nothing I, nothing I can do / I’m stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you
Henrik - Linda, Projota feat. Anavitória
(Ô linda, o que é que você faz pra ser assim, tão linda? / Quando se olhar no espelho, diz assim: to linda / Não sei o que dizer pra te ganhar ainda / Mas o começo pode ser assim / Avisa geral que já era, não to mais sozinho na pista / Avisa pra elas que eu já fui, pra zoeira dei has ta la vista / Só quero uma casa no mato e uma boa razão pra sonhar / Um cachorro, um gato, comida no prato / E uma cama pra gente quebrar / Tava perdido aqui, cê veio me salvar / Eu sou um eterno aprendiz, você me dá uma aula / É uma canção da Adele, me acalma / Eles querem coisa de pele, a gente tem coisa de alma)
Hey beautiful, what do you do to be like that, so beautiful? / When you look at yourself in the mirror, say it: I’m beautiful/ Don’t know yet what to say to win you over / But it could start like this / Tell everyone that it’s over, I’m no longer alone on the dance floor / Tell them girls I’m gone, gave the party days an hasta la vista / I just want a house in the woods and a good reason to dream / A dog, a cat, food in the plate / And a good bed for us to break / I was lost here, you came in to save me / I’m an eternal student, you give me a lesson / It’s a song by Adele, it calms me down / They want that skin deep thing, we have something that’s soulful
Kassam - If I Can’t Have You, Shawn Mendes
I’m in Toronto and I got this view / But I might as well be in a hotel room yeah / It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m so consumed / Spending all my nights reading texts from you / Oh I’m good at keeping my distance / I know that you’re the feeling I’m missing / You know that I hate to admit it / But everything means nothing if I can’t have you / I can’t write one song that’s not about you / Can’t drink without thinking about you / Is it too late to tell you that / Everything means nothing if I can’t have you?
Youcef - WOW, Zara Larsson
And you make me feel so fucking pretty / Take loving me to a new extreme / If I can’t have you, I don’t want no one / I don’t want no one / As you make me dance in the middle of the street / On the hardwood floor, we should be asleep / If I can’t have you, I don’t want no one / I don’t want no one, want no one, want no one / Baby, I’m not even in a gown / I’m just in a t-shirt on the couch / The way you want me makes me want you now / The only thing you have to say is wow / Make your jaw drop-drop / Saying my drop-drop-drop / Make you say “oh my god” / My drop-drop / Make your jaw drop / Make you say “oh my god” / And you never felt this type of emotion
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Luisa: Mami, do you know how long it takes until you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?
Julieta: I think-
Bruno: Seventy-two hours.
Julieta: ...How do you-
Bruno, staring into empty space over the rim of his coffee cup: There's a clown behind you.
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mitch-the-simp · 2 years
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Headcanons For My Encanto OC's
These will be explicitly SFW.
I won't do any NSFW HC for any underage characters. OC or not.
However, I do write NSFW for characters that are over the age of consent.
Marta
19
Water Manipulation Gift
Her room is a huge aquarium hallway that leads to a huge lake. Her bedroom is in a side room before the hallway. She sleeps in a hammock. And has tons of books about the ocean, tides, etc.
Constantly getting into fights with Camilo over him making fun of/impersonating Bruno, but in the end, they're still cousins and love each other.
She hates it when anyone mentions Bruno. It's just a sensitive topic to her.
She misses Bruno a lot. Kinda goes to sleep every night hoping that he'd come back.
Always hanging out with Luisa.
They work together a lot in the village, so they spend a lot of time aside from hanging out.
She helps Luisa with her anxiety.
Doesn't like leaving her alone on the job because she knows it makes Luisa more anxious.
She bonds with Antonio over sea creatures.
She's superstitious af and will always carry a bag of sea salt that she herself collected.
"Abuela, Mirabel! Have you two seen, Luisa? I came back from filling up the well and she was freaking out."
Has her own song about her calming down Luisa.
Constantly shushing people in we don't talk about Bruno.
Jumps Camilo after his verse.
Also gets along pretty ok with Isa because she waters her plants.
"Mi prima Marta, commands the waters." (The Family Madrigal description verse).
When the engagement dinner was ruined, she ran after Luisa when she walked out crying.
Oscar
(The inspo for Oscar was from a whole bunch of fics on here, so it's not 100% original)
15
his IQ is unknown but it's very high up there with Einstein.
Gift: Spirit Medium (He interacts with the dead)
Spends most of his day in his room.
His room starts with a set of stairs that go up with a huge train station at the end where the dead come and go.
His bedroom is next to his office in the train station. It's a single twin bed and a bookshelf with books about morality and law.
He's so busy he basically wakes up earlier than Mirabel to start working.
Mirabel doesn't knock on his door to wake him in the morning because of this.
He chooses which souls to allow into the living world to help/see their families.
He can't allow any of his dead family members into the world of the living. So no Abuelo Pedro. He could allow him in if he wanted to, but that would cause the train to break down. So, of course, he doesn't do it.
He deals with the town's haunted things/homes.
"Yeah, look. Whoever is haunting this place, the family said they want you to go back to the world of the dead. I don't have time for this either, man, I have a train station to run."
Thinks Bruno is dead and haunts Casita because he talks to him through the walls.
He never tells anyone about his convos with Bruno. He's too scared to take away everyone's hope of him returning. Especially his mom's.
Doesn't really talk to anyone but his sister, mom, Dolores (She's quiet unless she's gossiping), and Mirabel (Bc let's face it, she talks to everyone).
Major introvert, but when he's talking to people he likes to hang out with, he's like a shy version of Camilo. Just a little less annoying and more smartass.
Very logical and cold while working and judging who goes in and out, but has a soft spot for dads who just wanna see their children.
"You almost got half the town killed, why would you want to come back?... You want to see your kids... Fine, you have thirty minutes. Don't make me change my mind."
Is always ignored by Abuela Alma because she's a bit resentful that he won't allow Pedro into the world of the living.
Will not hesitate to punch someone (except for Mirabel bc she gets on his nerves the less) for asking about or even mentioning Bruno.
Isn't in We Don't Talk About Bruno until the scene where everyone is setting up the table because he was in his train station.
Doesn't do anything about everyone speaking of Bruno because his mom tells him to behave during dinner.
When everyone walks out after the dinner is ruined, he simply scoffs and walks back into his room.
"Well, what a waste of time."
Really just wanted to get back to think through his father leaving to protect Mirabel.
He wears a conductor's uniform under a poncho because he quite literally doesn't care.
His work hours are 6:30 AM - 10:30 PM
Always checking his pocket watch.
Very punctual to ANYTHING
"You have ten seconds to explain. You better not be wasting my time."
Mirabel was bugging Oscar about Bruno after Luisa told her to check Bruno's tower.
"I know you don't like to talk about your dad, but I'm asking you because I know you'd like it if I didn't hear the rumors. So so you know about the vision he had that was totally, probably why he left?"
*knocks on wood* "Nope, and I don't ever want to know. Have a nice day, Mirabel. NEXT IN LINE!" (actually does, but he won't admit it)
Oh yeah, to talk to him during work hours, you have to line up with the dead.
Carmen
50
A seamstress and Fortune teller (Hobby)
Married to Bruno
Lives in Bruno's tower because she doesn't dare leave unless necessary.
Only comes down for special events, dinner, and delivering any clothes she worked on while she was up in the tower.
"Oh, I'm just here to give you Toñito's shirt. I'm gonna be back up in the tower in a bit."
She saw Mirabel sneak into the tower.
Was just sitting there in the vision room and then "MIRABEL!"
Sits in a rocking chair while she makes clothes.
Filled Bruno's vision cave with mannequins and clothes.
Loves the smell of sand.
She doesn't sleep until she kisses Bruno's pillow. She doesn't sleep on it in fear that it'll lose his scent.
Cries when she hears anyone telling rumors about him
Made the "We Don't Talk About Bruno" Rule
She has her own song that she sings to Mirabel about how she's been up there, staying strong while she waits for Bruno to return.
Likes spending time with Pepa and Juieta.
Walks down from the tower to check on her children. Since the loss of Bruno, she cares about them a lot.
Takes Oscar food when he doesn't come down to dinner.
Oscar reminds her of Bruno since they look very similar.
Always reminds Oscar and Marta that their gifts are special in fear that they would leave like Bruno.
When the vision cave falls, she stays to clean it up. She tells Mirabel to find Bruno for her.
"I don't know where he is. But if ou find him... Tell him I love him... and bring him back home."
Over All
They're all superstitious.
Every time any of them hear anything about Bruno's vision they all throw salt behind their backs and knock on wood.
Marta and Oscar secretly talk shit about Camilo (Because he likes to turn into bruno and because Oscar hates it when he's loud).
Marta and Oscar's prank shenanigans only happen on days where the traffic flow of the station is very low. AND GOD FORBID THAT DAY IS TODAY BECAUSE NO ONE BREATHES IN PEACE.
When Marta and Oscar are both free they wake up Camilo with a bucket of water and sand. It's like tradition at this point.
"SUCK IT LOSER!" Is Marta's favorite prhase to shout at Camilo.
Marta: "One of these days we're gonna get caught."
Oscar: "And? We at least get to keep the fear 'Los engendros diabolicos de Bruno' alive and at our favor~" (Translation: Bruno's hell spawns)
Carmen lightly scolds them when they get in trouble.
She pulls on their ears when they get into a fight. (Mostly happens to Marta)
"QUE THE DIJE DE ANDARTE PELEANDO CON TUS PRIMOS, MUGRE ESQÜINCLA!" (Translation: What did I tell you about getting into fights with your cousins, you little scoundrel!? (esqüincla has no translation. It's more of a negative word to describe a child)
Oscar will straight up box with Camilo for talking about Bruno. Not just throw punches. He will knock him out.
"I better not hear his name some out of his mouth again or I'm knocking out your teeth. A ver si asi se te ocurre ser chismoso..." (Translation: "Let's see if you still think of gossiping like that."
More Headcanons later + Oscar design reveal
THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT GUYS!!! <3
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dapperdragondesign · 2 years
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Don’t Fear the Future Part 3
Bruno Madrigal x Transman OC (Desi)
Fandom: Encanto
Length: Many Chapters…
Warnings: Eventual Mentions/Depictions of Dysphoria, Family Trauma, Spicy Content- but that’s later.
Written: by @GalacticKaz on Twitter, @DapperDragonDesigns on Tumblr 
Notes: Desi’s experience is strongly based on mine as a Transman- I know it’s not everyone’s path/feelings but I wanted to share one aspect of what it can be like. I’m also rusty at writing so…sorry about that. I just wanted to share, writing this has given me a lot of joy. 
Also: This is a multi-chapter story, to follow it you can of course, follow my account or find chapters under the hashtag #Bruno x Desi
Part One:
Part Two:
Bruno made his way back to the Casita, he was far more energized than he had been in a while. He had a full night’s sleep, a warm breakfast – and two- two!- hot cups of coffee. On top of that, he was with his family again, no longer hiding. Even if the village still didn't look at him fondly, well it was still looking up for him, finally. He felt a warm spark of hope he hadn't felt in years while he was sulking about in the walls- watching everyone live their life from afar. How he had a chance once more to be in their lives, and he refused to let that chance slip away, not again.
When he got to the ruins of the house- he got to work doing various odd jobs around, helping his family in any way he could. Whenever needed he was there at a moment's notice, wide eyed and ready to help.
He was currently working with Mirabel- securing tiles to the cement of the hardened foundation and laying grout between them.
“How was sleeping at Desi’s?” Mirabel inquired of him as she took another spade full of the grout and smeared it over the tiles.
"Oh, it was very nice. He has a lovely house, warm, made breakfast for me too, good coffee, It was very generous of him" He stated all at once. Mirabel nodded while working, she was happy to hear Desi treated her uncle well.
“Find out anything interesting about him?” she inquired, Bruno stopped and blinked at her.
“Anything…about him? Bruno asked
“Yeah, you know, like we said yesterday- Desi is a mystery and you spent a night over his house- Even Dolores didn’t know much about him- So?” She pushed
“Hmm…” 
“Maybe he keeps a deep dark secret from his travels…there are some rumors around him” Mirabel mused aloud.
“…Rumors?” Bruno mirrored.
Camilo leaned in with a mischievous grin
“Yeah, like that he fled from his home because he committed some crime and has been on the run ever since! Or that he used to work in a circus before moving here, that he’s still married and that’s why he refuses to date anyone…" he ticked off on his fingers leaning on a shovel.
Pepa walked by
"Camilo, stop spreading those silly rumors."
Camilo shrugged and walked off with the shovel he was holding.
"Hmn...Brunito, walk with me for a minute." Pepa said, scooping him up by the arm and walking off. Bruno was dragged off by his sister from what he was working on.
"Ay, uh, what do you want, Pepa?".He inquired. She led him off from prying ears.
"Listen, Desi is a bit...mysterious, but he was kind enough to let you into his home, and I think you two may grow to get along well?" She suggested
"Let's be honest Brunito, you could use some friends- even when we were younger you stayed apart from people in the village after your gift...You don't have a gift anymore so maybe now's a good time to break the mold?" she suggested.
Bruno sighed and gave a large shrug
"Pepa, I mean, who'd want to be friends with me? Really?" He asked her.
"Desi, perhaps, if you give him a chance" She grabbed his shoulders and gave them a supportive squeeze.
"It's worth a shot, why don't you bring him a plate of leftovers from dinner tonight?"
Bruno searched Pepa's eyes and sighed. She was right, he'd spent a long time alone, in the walls, from his family, it couldn't hurt to try and make a friend in someone who didn't shy away from him.
"I will...try." He replied with a sigh. She patted his shoulders and gave him a smile before walking off.
It’d been a while since he’d been around his family, let alone people. He couldn’t even recall ever making a friend outside of the family, aside from Felix, but Felix was a part of the family now so he wasn't sure that counted anymore. Desi was nice though, and more importantly, and surprisingly- nice to him. He'd give it a shot, what was the worst that could happen?
That night Bruno arrived at Desi’s door once more, he opened it gently and knocked on wood as he entered, he took a breath for luck and crossed the threshold closing the door behind him. He heard the whirring stop from the backroom.
"Bruno?" Desi called out, getting up to look into the room. Bruno held out a covered plate to him.
“My sister made dinner for you” He stated, transferring the plate to Desi's hands, Desi looked down at the plate, peppered hair covering his eyes.
"Wow, awfully generous of her...I've heard your sister's cooking is to die for...it's still warm even." He said taking the covering off the plate and sitting down on the couch.
Bruno walked over to his couch, sitting next to Desi and letting the strange familiarity of the man's house wash over him. They were sitting so close on the small couch their knees were touching, Bruno was hyper aware of the contact, having been without it for years and the warmth of another person sitting next to him was pleasant. He'd only been there a night and yet, there was already something familiar and comforting about the small abode and about Desi himself by extension.
Desi hadn't had a family meal in a long time. He stared at the plate silently for a moment. 
“Your family eats together every night eh? That’s nice…”he mused taking a fork and trying some of the food…it was heavenly.
“Yeah…” Bruno replied, thinking of the first meal after those ten years where he sat with his family. He saw himself mirrored in Desi as the man tucked in to the meal.
“It’s been a while though, when I was away from them…I missed it. I missed it a lot.” Bruno stated.
Desi ate quietly.
“In the walls, near the kitchen I even made a table with my own plate...so I could still eat with them. I love my family, you know?" he said 
Desi looked up from his plate. He had heard about Bruno living in the walls to protect his niece from some prophecy, repairing the walls of the house all those years- news travelled quickly in the small village.  It was a bold move, even if a weird choice to make.
“What happened to your Family….Desi?” Bruno asked.
Desi’s hand gripped the plate a bit tighter, he felt tears prick the corners of his eyes.
“…Desi?” Bruno inquired again, gently.
He loosened his grip on the plate taking a shaky breath and pulling himself back together, Bruno was still gazing at him with those big eyes of his. Damnit. There wasn't a way around answering him.
"Ah...My family. Well, after getting here and setting up it's hard to leave ey? With those high mountains, I've not seen them in oh, 30 years at least. Not that they miss me I'm sure, we parted due to ah...differences in ideals, I suppose you could say." Desi remarked, taking a large forkful of food.
Bruno immediately sympathized with the man. 30 years and Desi had no idea about his family. For his 10 years away, Bruno was never really completely parted from them- still always near enough to know they were okay. Desi didn’t even have that luxury, what a lonely life he must really lead...on the outskirts of town.
“You should join us one night” Bruno chimed in.
Desi quirked an eyebrow at him. Not many were invited to feast casually with the Madrigal Family, who had long been seen as the patrons of the village. In fact traditionally Desi had only seen those trying to romance members of the family invited over. Villagers did sometimes come over for an odd party thrown, or for one of the children getting powers but for just a...family meal? A plain family meal with stories warmly shared around the table?
“I- well,  I doubt your family would want an old stranger like me around the table for their special meals” Desi grinned back at Bruno who faltered.
“No…no I’m sure they wouldn’t mind”
“But…I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything, really it’s fine.”
“I…No. No I insist” Bruno stated firmly. Desi blinked at him, he didn’t expect the quiet man to stand his ground like that. Part of Desi wanted to go, to be wrapped up in a family meal even if just for one night and even if not his own, it could be nice actually.
“Well how about this…once we all get the casita fixed, I’ll come over for a meal- eh?” Desi said grinning at Bruno. 
Bruno grinned. He had such a genuine smile, Desi couldn't help but be drawn in- and a little happy he was the cause of it. He could feel some of his reservations lower.
“Okay, that sounds good, like a deal.” Stated Bruno, happy he could already begin to repay Desi back for his kindness in taking him in for the time being.
Desi finished his meal as Bruno soothed his rats onto resting on the couch, they surrounded both him and Desi.
“Do you have names for them all?” Desi asked
“Oh well of course! This is Cordito, Ratiete…” he went on for a while naming all the rodents “Miguel, Mateo…we used to perform Telenovelas in the wall…I always said my real talent was acting, you know?” He stated
“Oh, is that so? Into theater and acting?" Desi asked with intrigue. Bruno immediately pulled his Ruana over his head and began talking in a deeper voice, Hernando apparently, and Desi couldn't help but laugh at his antics. He was quirky for sure, but ten years alone would do that to you.
“I acted at one point myself too…in my travels. I was part of a caravan for a while, we entertained audiences- albeit I always enjoyed singing more than acting. ” 
“Oh? Do you still?"
“Sing?”
“Yes- Sing.”
“Oh, well sometimes, to myself…" Desi mused looking at a guitar that rested next to the desk.
"Well, I'd love to hear sometime." Bruno said his eyes followed Desi’s to the guitar. Desi gave him a large grin
“Would you now? I dunno Bruno, all I know are sappy dumb love songs…"
Bruno shrugged and smiled
"Well, I'm a fan of both sappy novellas and love songs"
Desi laughed.
“Ah…what the hell…” he said aloud. He got up and grabbed his guitar, sitting back down next to Bruno with a huff.
He strummed it slightly, putting the instrument into tune.
“It has been a while…I may be rusty.” He mused aloud when it was tuning.
Bruno gave a shrug suggesting he didn't really care either way.
Desi began to strum and sing gently the first song that came to mind from his travels- Bendita To Luz. His voice was deep and he sung with an edge of longing that washed over Bruno in waves. Desi mostly looked at the guitar but occasionally looked up to Bruno, his voice broke softly with emotion on some of the lyrics, as he remembered singing for food while travelling and of his own loneliness.
Bruno had never heard anything like it before, Desi wasn't the best singer he'd ever heard of course, and many of the Madrigals were talented with music but this moment was...different. He'd never been serenaded so directly. He could almost feel a drop in the pit of his stomach when Desi looked up and thsir eyes met. It was like he was searching for something in them, a part of him wanted to embrace Desi for some reason, even if that would be strange and he wasn't sure what sparked that...urge.
Desi finished and looked at Bruno with a tinge of sadness.
“Well? I suppose I’m not too rusty…”he said with a shrug "did you...enjoy it?" He questioned. 
"It was, it was really good- Moving!" Bruno commented being drawn in by Desi's gaze again, the man's eyes were so entrancingly blue. Desi leaned in to Bruno slightly but then pulled back with an awkward cough. What was that about? 
“Maybe…I can play music for your rat telenovelas…” Desi remarked with a smirk to Bruno- trying to steer the moment away. He had almost wanted to kiss the man for some strange reason, getting swept away by the music and the need for affection that radiated from the other man.
Bruno laughed, Desi was okay with this reward for a song.
“Could be popular entertainment, ya know. My music, your rats.” Desi followed. “I know a good show when I hear one.”
Bruno snorted in dismissal, waving his hands.
"No, no I couldn't possibly."
"But what is a Telenovela without some sappy tunes with it hmm?"
Desi got up and put the guitar back where it belonged. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Hmm well. Bed time now I think, Good Night Bruno…” he said grinning at him as he left him to get comfortable for the night.
“Good Night” He heard Bruno reply muffled from the blanket being pulled up tight around him.
Desi headed to his room, closing the door and checking that it was locked. He leaned his head against it and sighed. 
"Dios Mio…" He murmured to himself. He had almost kissed the guy after the song, completely caught up in the moment. He swallowed thickly, there was just so much...want, in Bruno’s eyes. Like he was just asking to be scooped up and adored, and by the gods, Desi wanted to do just that to the other man. Pepper his dumb face with kisses until he flushed red, hold him close and protect him from the harsh rumors of the village. 
Desi huffed and flopped back on his bed. He never wanted to be in this situation,  getting a crush on someone, especially someone from the family Madrigal? Unheard of! He could always, just, not act on it. He could find a friend in Bruno, be there for him, support him from the sidelines. He buried both his hands in his hair, on both sides of his head and stared at the freckled ceiling. He would do that, but he'd want more. Probably more than he could ask of Bruno. 
He shrugged off his clothes and went right to bed, avoiding the mirror for the night. He pulled the blankets up over himself and let his mind wander through romantic thoughts of Bruno as he fell asleep.
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ddarker-dreams · 4 years
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what they love about you / scarlet ribbons.
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Bruno Bucciarati;
Bruno loves your optimism.
It isn’t an exaggeration to say that the world he’s lived in hardened his heart. He wants to do the right thing, but sometimes it simply isn’t an option. Parts of him have become jaded without him wanting that. He still has compassion, but he’s more realistic about it. Gone is a child with starry eyes and idealism, replaced by a man forced to grow up.
It hurts when you get a taste of the real world for the first time. He’s mature about giving you advice on how to cope with the business you’re involved in, having experienced it himself. When you processed your emotions and still had that glimmer of hope in your eyes, he was enamored.
Bruno starts wanting to protect that more positive side of you. He’s seen too many people with that quality — including himself to some degree — lose that zest for life. This leads him to humor you more than he would anyone else. Bruno has a big ol soft spot for you and it’s pretty obvious 🥺...
Giorno Giovanna;
Giorno loves your enthusiasm.
He’s already a person with a strong drive, so seeing your level of motivation to get stuff done felt refreshing. Giorno wasn’t entirely sure what to think of you at first. He figures that if Bucciarati trusted you, you must be a reliable person, even if not looking like it initially.
When in casual situations, he gets to learn your interests. Watching you passionately explain different topics is endearing. Giorno hasn’t had a lot of time to explore hobbies himself, but listening to you go over how your work and what makes them unique feels nice. Almost like a part of his life that he has missed out on in pursuit of his dream.
There are rare instances where Giorno can feel burnt out. The burdens of life are many, but you help relieve him of them. He’ll seek you out when he’s feeling this way, asking you questions that’ll get you talking the most. Anything to get that reinvigorating feeling that comes with speaking to you. The topic itself doesn’t matter, as long as the two of you are engaged in conversation over it.
Guido Mista; 
Mista loves your wit.
This guy needs to have intriguing conversation. It just pops up naturally, no matter who he is talking to, though it depends on whether or not they indulge him. You follow his sometimes crazy narratives and return them with a similar energy, making for lots of fun memories. Anytime Mista has a new concept on his mind that he wants to explore, he’s making a beeline to you.
Mista knows that he can text you the dumbest shit and loves it. Even when it’s an unholy hour in the morning, you’ll send one another garbage you find funny. He has a lot of inside jokes with you. Mista will randomly bring them up to you just to see you laugh. It feels like a godsend every time you smile!!
When it’s necessary, he’s down to discuss more serious things. While he might not look it, Mista has wisdom of his own, and can offer valuable insight. It’s normally on accident however. He’ll give a random idea to solve a problem you’re having, and be surprised if it actually helps lmao. He’s just !!! Wow I did it!
Pannacotta Fugo;
Fugo loves your contagious joy.
Logic is the works that Fugo is most familiar with. So when you bounce in with a whirlwind of emotional sentiments, he was taken aback. It started to grow on him. You were capable of toning it down when necessary, seperating work and play, which he could appreciate.
It’s more difficult for him to blow up with anger when you’re around. When you’re just being yourself, it’s enough to diffuse the situation without getting violent. Even more so when you intentionally try to rope Fugo into actions/conversations that’ll take his mind off what’s upsetting him at the time. He doesn’t say it a lot, but he appreciates this about you.
You make him smile more than anyone else can! He’s more inclined to go along with shenanigans if he knows you’re involved with them somehow. The last thing Fugo wants is for you to think he’s a stick in the mud, he’s capable of toning down when the setting is right for it. You bring out the best in him and he’s addicted to it.
Narancia Ghirga;
Narancia loves your energy.
Finally!! Someone that doesn’t sigh when he’s excited, or belittles him for his interests. Narancia feels like you get him. The two of you mesh together well, like two peas in a pod. Whenever he sees something cool, he makes a mental note to talk to you about it! It makes him all giddy to think about talking to you again.
Whenever there’s a shared day off between you two, it’s normal for Narancia to pop up. He wants to show you the latest music that caught his eye. Don’t worry, he’ll also listen to the genres you like as well!! He’d 100% make a playlist of songs that remind him of you, but might be a little too embarrassed to show it. Maybe eventually...
It’s a rule that the two of you shouldn’t be left together unchecked for too long. He’ll end up convincing you to use your Stand for random purposes, for both of yours entertainment. Which isn’t bad by itself, but the ideas he has often come at the expense of the other members, namely Fugo.
Leone Abbacchio; 
Abbacchio loves your persistence.
As soon as he joined Bucciarati’s team, he made of point of being distant. To you and everyone else. Not out of any ill will, but he had a lot of emotions and trauma to work through. When you spoke to him he was polite enough to honor you with a brief response, but that was about it. So when you started speaking to him on a casual basis he didn’t know what to make of it.
Even when he tried to get you to leave him alone, it didn’t work. When you truly felt he needed the space — you’d give it — otherwise you’d be a thorn in his side. Asking about his day, if he got enough sleep, what he was planning to do this weekend. None of this pertained to Passione business, so he didn’t see the point.
Reflecting back on this time period had him realizing how much he’d look forward to seeing you everyday. Your bright smile put him at ease, and you coming over to talk to him became less of a hassle. This grace only extends to you, he still prefers to keep others at an arms length. But you... you managed to worm your way into his supposed bitter heart.
Trish Una;
Trish loves your empathy.
She latched onto you from the start. It was subtle at first, just her paying more attention when you spoke, and sitting closer to you when travelling. Trish had a lot on her mind at the time — and she tried to act indifferent towards everyone.
When you started speaking to her like a long time friend, the walls around her began to crumble. It wear clear to everyone else in the team who she favored speaking to the most. If there were no threats at the time, the two of you would sit close to one another and talk for hours. There was even one instance where she fell asleep on your shoulder inside the turtle. :’)
The casual interactions have meant a lot to her. It gave a sense of normalcy during a turbulent time in her life, she was able to escape her situation when talking to you, even if it was just for a bit. She likes talking about fashion with you the most. When the other members are hogging your attention for too long, she gets a sour look on her face.
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I got it, what stuffies do the bucci gang members have?? Cause no matter WHAT they say, each of them has a comfort stuffy
Hell yeah Bucci gang comfort stuffies Bucci gang comfort stuffies (because even our boys in Passione have at least one)
Go give @jjadegreen a follow because her thoughts make up 99.9% of the head canons I post!!!
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Giorno
-Our boy’s got one medium sized plush ladybug. Narancia definitely gave it to him (he probably got it when he was sick or something just like what happened in The Unknown!)
-It was definitely the first stuffy he’d ever owned and he had no idea why they were giving it to him at first
-He has this external mindset that toys are for children but he literally loves this thing so much
-He’s too ashamed to tell anyone even though Narancia practically has a collection and he knows no one is gonna judge him for it
-It usually sits on a shelf but when Giorno has tough nights he hugs it to comfort himself and fall asleep
-It’s extremely well-kept because it’s Giorno's first stuffed animal. He adores it
-On one of his worse nights, Narancia walks in on him curled up under his blankets just—full-on crying into this poor ladybug. He skeets out of the room real quick and Giorno thought he’d completely fucked up and starts freaking out a bit only to see Nara run back in with more than an armful of stuffies and just dumps them all onto his bed
-They eat chocolate and take the best nap ever. This becomes a nice little weekly routine for the boys where the two of them can just sit and spill all their secrets and all that bro shit
-When Bruno catches wind of this via Narancia, he makes sure that they all give him a new plushie for his birthday
-Giorno acts like he could care less about it and politely thanks them, but Narancia gives Bruno all these little updates about how much Giorno loves every single one of them :’)
Bruno
-Surprisingly? Beanie baby collection
- He started collecting when he was a kid and paused the collection for the beginning of his time in Passione but started it up again about 3 years ago
-Beanie baby attic? Beanie baby attic
-When Fugo first moved in with him and just saw like—a room full of beanie babies he had no idea what to think but it's become a ritual at this point for each new member of the bucci gang to stare longingly at the vast collection when they first move in with them
- None of the beanie babies are exceptionally rare but he takes very good care of each and every one (like a good parent should)
- Although he doesn’t really have favourites, he does have a certain attachment to Smoochy the Frog because it was a gift from Leone (who begrudgingly denies that he has anything to do with the frog whenever one of them asks about it)
-What he DIDN’T know was that Polpo had a massive one. Like, a huge one because he was Polpo and of course he did
-Once he inherits all of Polpo’s shit he’s handed like, a million beanie babies and he is overjoyed
-He still keeps his own special collection separate from those ones, though. Because that shit’s special
Narancia
-Enormous plushie collection. Seriously.
-He cuddles with a different one each night like a devoted bro
-He has super tiny ones and huge ones that are bigger than him and a whole variety of them and they’re just fucking everywhere all over his room
-He can literally nap anywhere thanks to vast amount of comfiness in his room now
-They all have names which no one else can seem to remember other than Bruno.
-He always has special ones on hand specifically for lending out to the others (usually Giorno or Fugo) whenever one of them gets sad or overwhelmed
-Whenever he gets a new one he always asks everyone for name ideas (Mista is the best at coming up with names)
-Whenever one of his old animal plushies gets too old/can barely even function as a toy anymore, Giorno will turn it into an actual animal for him so it can still live on in a way :)))
-His favourite is a dirty, crusty, old plush lamb named Pecorey that he got from his mother when he was 2. When I tell you this thing is crusty, it’s CRUSTY
-But it’s very dear to his heart so it doesn’t matter ;-;
-Bruno has tried to clean her a few times but it seems like the grime will never come off. Narancia thinks the dirt gives her personality though.
Abbacchio
-Refuses to admit he has any plushies
-He has 2. One teddy bear he found at a garage sale that had Bruno’s hairstyle, so obviously he bought it.
-The second one is a tiny plushie that Narancia made by hand. Yes, the plushie also looks like Bruno. Abbacchio claimed it was ugly when narancia made it but he takes very good care of the tiny Bruno.
-Will not bring them out of his closet under any circumstances. Even when he’s sad ;(
-He helps Bruno dust off his beanie babies, even though he swears that he hates doing it
Mista
-His plushie is... can you even call it a plushie?
-It’s a teddy bear he got as a baby, but mista never took good care of it so it’s just.... a stuffingless husk. Just skin.
-Mista claims the bear is named Cattivo but the rest of Team Bucciarati usually refers to the bear as ‘it’. Abbacchio keeps trying to throw it out but he always fails.
-They always wonder why Mista still keeps it around and one night they find out that his eldest sister found him after he came out of jail and gave it to him and it's the only item that he has left that stuff connects him to his family (and also the last time he saw his sister)
-They start calling the bear Cattivo after that
-It sits on his bookshelf and he puts it next to his pillow when he gets sad
Fugo
-Has no plushies of his own, though he used to have hundreds back when he lived surrounded by wealth
-When he turned seven, his parents took away all toys that he owned and replaced them with books and school supplies, telling him that he’s fated to do well in academics and doesn’t need any distractions
-He still has it drilled into his head that he doesn’t need them or doesn’t deserve them and makes it clear to everybody that he doesn’t want any (even though he kinda does)
-He does frequently steal plushies from Narancia though
-He always returns them in the end because he just ends up feeling bad for wanting one but Narancia doesn’t mind.
-He usually takes this one huge dragon that’s big enough to hug with his entire body. While fugo will never admit it to his team, he really likes affection with those that he trusts, so having a huge plush (even if he’s just borrowing it) to hug is nice.
Trish
-Collects those tiny Japanese plushies which are like... food, drinks, etc,,but with those cute little eyes.
-She buys like, 4 of them a week.
-Her favourite changes almost daily, usually just whichever one she bought most recently :)
-Fugo and Giorno don’t really see the appeal in food with faces, but Mista and Narancia LOVE Trish’s collection
-If she orders one she ends up not liking, she gives it to Narancia for his collection (and sometimes Mista if he begs hard enough)
- Trish has an entire LED display wall in her room for her collection. Her impulse buying of these plushies knows no bounds. She tries to save up for huge ones but she ends up buying a bunch of small ones on impulse.
-Bruno did get her a few huge ones for her birthday, though!
-Whenever Abbacchio is out shopping and runs into one of them that she doesn’t have, he kind of just,,,sneakily buys it and puts it on her bed while she’s not there for her to find later
-She has no idea who keeps gifting her these blessings, but she has a feeling that its him hehehe
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I  still have this cat stuffy in my room that Jade got me when I was 3 or 4 (but she was like 2 when she “gave” it to me so it was more like our mom bought it lmao) and I named it Kitty because I was super original. When I was 5, I lost it once and refused to sleep for days without it so my parents “found it” which really meant they went and bought me a second one and right after that WE ACTUALLY FUCKING FOUND IT LMAO
But like 6 months later my parents split and now I have one at each of their houses so it works! No Kitty is more superior than the other, I love my children equally😌😌
Listen, I know all y’all have at least ONE toy/item/memento somewhere, even if you haven’t seen it or thought about it in years. And I wanna know what it is. 
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25. "Why won't you talk to me anymore?" For manipulative Yandere Bruno. Peace! Take care of yourself!
Of course! This is my first time writing yandere bruno so I hope I got it right^^  This is what I´ve been working on the last few days and it really got kind of long.
Enjoy!!
25. "Why won't you talk to me anymore?"
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Yandere! Bruno with prompt 25
It was a tranquil and warm evening in Naples, the sun slowly setting and the bustle of the city quieting down for the day. You were sitting in the living room, listening to the radio while waiting for your husband. Your husband´s name was Bruno Bucciarati and he was a very gentle and comforting person that cared about you a whole lot. You two have been living together for a few months now, you realize as you gaze down at the pretty golden ring on your finger. A testament to your love and happiness. Your husband was currently in the kitchen and cooking dinner for the both of you. You asked to help him with the preparations, not wanting him to have to do all the work, but he quickly declined and insisted for you to rest and relax a bit. Of course, you didn´t really mind, you could use the break, after all your head has been hurting the whole day already. The pounding, aching feeling in your head has been plaguing you more than a few times recently and you were never really able to ignore the pain, so you often took painkillers to alleviate the problem. You had been feeling like this for a long time now, ever since that one fateful day.
It was a few months ago, when you woke up to a world of white consuming you. You felt dazzled and confused as you looked around, your surroundings barely registering in your mind. Looking down, you noticed you were laying on a bed. Noticing an itching feeling on your arms, you examined your own body to find that you were wearing some kind of white gown and to your horror, the entirety of your arms where bandaged up, as well as your legs. Where you in a hospital? It looked like that was the case, but what happened to you? Why were you bandaged up like this? And who was the man sitting at the side of your bed?
This man had short black hair, neatly cut into a bob as well as very striking blue eyes. He was wearing an elegant white suit with some black dots here and there. What you found a bit strange were the extraordinary number of zippers on his suit that seemingly served no purpose at all. But you weren´t really one to judge, the suit did look good on him, you couldn´t deny that. More important than this man´s appearance though was the reason he was here next to you. You have never seen this strange man in your entire life, so what was he doing here?
Seemingly hearing you shift around in your bed, the man raised his head and smiled a charming smile at you. He looked relieved; you noticed the tension on his shoulders slowly vanishing at the fact that you were awake.
“Ah y/n, I´m so happy you woke up! I was so worried about you, you´ve been in a coma for the last 5 days! I was so scared that you might not wake up again.”, the stranger said as he gently grasped your hand in glee. His touch so soft, it was as if he thought you were extremely fragile, as if a simple touch could break you. Whoever this was, he seemed very concerned about you but you just didn´t remember him at all. Who was this man?
“Uhm thank you very much for your concern but sir, I don´t mean to be rude but…. Who are you? Do we know each other?”, you just had to know.
The man in front of you almost looks a bit offended for a second before a look of confusion crosses his face, his eyebrows furrowing as he seemingly thought something over. There was a short pause before his face lit up again, a gentle smile on his face as he directed his attention on you again.
“Do you not remember me? My name is Bruno Bucciarati. Do you know how you got to this hospital?”
“No I´m afraid I don´t…Bruno. In fact I don´t remember anything at all. All I can recall is my name and my age. What happened to me? And how do we know each other?”. You were so confused. Try as you might, you couldn´t remember anything that lead up to this situation. It´s as if everything was suddenly gone.
“That´s a shame..”, the man now known to you as Bruno contemplated before continuing. “I don´t mean to overwhelm you, but I am in fact your husband. We´ve been married for quite some time now. Look, this is the symbol of our bond together.”, he said while smiling.
He raised his right hand to show you a beautiful gold ring on his ring finger. Looking down at your own hand, you find the very same ring decorating your own finger. So this was true then? You were happily married but couldn´t remember anything? You felt exhausted, all this new information was too much for you.
“Is this really true? Why can´t I remember anything at all? I´m so sorry Bruno, this must be very upsetting for you. Me not even being able to remember my own wedding.” You felt genuinely bad for him. You felt that he truly loved you, you could just tell from his gaze that was directed to you. He must have done so much for you, how could you just forget everything? All of your shared time together?
Bruno was seemingly able to understand your train of thought, because he immediately tried to cheer you up.
“Don´t be sad amore mio. You lost your memories in an accident; it was not your fault at all so don´t beat yourself up over it. I don´t ever want to see you sad, you hear me? It´s not the end of the world that you can´t remember, we can just make new memories together! I´m sure everything will be okay. We can even have a second wedding once you have adjusted if you want that.”
He then leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against your palm as you felt a fluttering feeling inside of you. He truly must care about you so much! You couldn´t believe how lucky you were to have him.
Looking up, your husband spoke up once again.
“As far as I know, the doctor said you were free to go as soon as you wake up. Do you want to leave the hospital together now? I can show you our shared home if you would let me.”
couldn´t deny that you wanted to finally leave behind these suffocating white walls around you. You also were a bit excited to see your new- uhhhh old home.
 You were kind of surprised to see how well decorated your shared home seemed to be. Everything looks amazing in your opinion! You obviously seemed to have a hand in decorating the place, it perfectly fit your tastes!
You two then came to a stop in front of a door, you almost bumping into Bruno. From what you could tell, this seemed to be the last room in the house, probably the bedroom.
Your husband looks back at you and gently urges you to open the door yourself, you should be the first one to enter the room. You carefully press down the door handle and open the door. What greets you blows your mind. You thought the other rooms looked amazing, but this was even better!
In the middle of the room was a huge double bed, tons of pillows piled on top, it had to be super comfortable! You were very tempted to just jump on top of it and go to sleep, the events of the day really tired you out. You heard a light chuckle from your right, looking over you saw that Bruno had entered the room as well and looked vaguely amused at your tired form.
“Feeling sleepy, cara/o? We can go to bed if you like, this day must have been very exhausting for you. But don´t worry, I´m sure you will feel right at home in no time!”
And with that, you two went to bed together, you falling asleep almost instantly despite the foreign situation.
After settling in, Bruno spends a lot of time talking about your relationship and how you two got together. You two met by pure coincidence at a coffee shop and had to sit down at the same table because there were no empty ones left. You then made pleasant conversation and one thing led to another, meeting each other more and more and eventually falling in love. Though Bruno absolutely insists that it was love at first sight for him. That he saw you and immediately felt a spark, he knew you were the one for him. He´s so glad to have you with him now! You´re just happy to know that you´ve managed to find a good match for yourself, someone that cares for you so much and would do anything for your happiness.
It´s been a few months now since you last saw the hospital, but your mental state hasn´t gotten any better. You still can´t remember anything from before you met Bruno in the patient room and it´s infuriating beyond belief. Sure you felt happy and comfortable with him, but you wanted to know so much more! But no matter how much you tried, your mind was as foggy as ever. Asking Bruno for insight on your past rarely did any good.
“Don´t strain yourself too much, darling. It´s okay if you don´t remember, we can always make new memories!”
Of course you want to make new memories with him but you also want to remember! It makes you a bit uncomfortable how ready your husband was to dismiss your past.
He was more than happy to talk about your relationship and how happy you both have always been but when you ask about your friends and your job? He immediately changes the topic as soon as it comes up.
“Are you not happy with me y/n? Am I not enough for you? I give you all the love I have to offer and that´s not enough? Those people weren´t good for you, you shouldn´t need to remember all of these painful memories!”
You really don´t know what to think anymore. Bruno is so nice and sweet to you, always looking out for you and making sure you´re comfortable but something doesn´t feel right.
Holding his hand doesn´t feel right.
Being in his arms doesn´t feel right.
Kissing him doesn´t feel right.
But whenever you do, you can´t help but see something flash in front of your eyes. A flickering image, gone before you can fully grasp it. But in your mind, you can see a different person, you´re sure of it. But all you can see is red.
Red eyes staring into yours.
Red red red red.
Dripping red.
Drips of red, forming a pool in front of your feet.
Someone laying on the ground.
Black and white clothes coated in crimson.
And then a flash of pure white.
A person in white, stained in red, walking towards you.
You feel a sudden surge of panic, an urge to run fills your entire being.
Panic.
Red traffic lights.
Red car.
Even more red.
Red red red.
Everything is red again.
And then piercing blue staring right at you.
You´re staring into Bruno´s eyes and the warm embrace that usually calmed you now set you on edge.
  Back then, you felt like you were on the verge of remembering something very important. But you weren´t exactly sure what you were meant to remember, you still weren´t. You wondered why you recalled this situation now of all times. The radio blared on in the background as you waited for Bruno to finish dinner.
“We are here to report the death of a man. His body was discovered just days ago, though doctors believe him to have been dead for some months now, judging from the state the body is in. The police are currently looking for any relatives or friends who might be able to identify…”
You notice that your husband had entered the living room as the radio went silent. You turn your head to see him holding a remote, as well as balancing the food in his other hand.
“Dinner is ready darling. I decided to turn off the radio so we can properly concentrate on our conversation. The noise is always so distracting from the important things.”, a gentle smile on his face as he puts down the food.
“You didn´t need to make my favorite, Bruno.”, you softly said.
“No, I insist. It´s only natural for me to do. I love you so much, why wouldn´t I cook your favorite dish for you? You´ve been so stressed and on edge lately, I decided this was the least I could do. You´re so important to me after all.”
Bruno poured wine for the both of you and then sat down himself. You two made pleasant conversation while enjoying the food he made. You then decided to tell him what´s been on your mind lately, the strange things you´ve been seeing, all the red. He showed so much concern for you so of course you were going to tell him!
He purses his lips, his brows furrowing as he thinks for a bit before deciding to finally answer.
“Darling are you sure you´re okay? That sounds very serious. Have you been taking the pills I bought for you? Maybe you should take some more, just in case. You´ve been talking about some very strange memories the past few days. I´m concerned, y/n”.
Yes, Bruno had been giving you daily pills for as long as you can remember. He said they were good to relieve the stress and anxiety you had felt after the accident, so you always took them. And he seemed to be right with that! Whenever you forgot to take the pills, you would get a pounding headache, feeling as if your brain was about to explode. You also sometimes saw these strange things, just like you did today. It seemed like you forgot to take your pills once again. You didn´t think it was too bad though, they always made you feel a bit loopy, feeling as if a heavy fog clouded your mind. You felt relaxed but also very hazy. You weren´t sure if you liked the feeling, you always felt a bit clearer when you didn´t take them.
So when Bruno got up to bring them to you, you decided to stop him and told him that you didn´t want to take them anymore.
He stopped dead in tracks, shoulders slightly tensing before turning around to face you. He was frowning, very apparently not liking the idea.
“Darling, you need to take these pills, they are important for you.”, he told you with a strained smile.
But you didn´t want to, so you kept declining.
He grew almost desperate at your continued refusal to take the pills, looking very panicked as his eyes widened and he started to wildly wave his hands around as he tried to convince you.
“Y/n come on, don´t be silly now. You just don´t know any better. I don´t think that´s the right decision for you to take. I know what´s best for you! Please don´t ruin this. You´ll thank me later on. I love you so much amore, so your health is my top priority! Just trust your husband!”
Something about his insistence didn´t sit right with you but you didn´t want to anger him further. For some reason you knew that you should never make Bruno angry, so you relented in the end.
As Bruno visibly relaxed and got up to bring your pills, you decided to keep eating your food while pondering over what just happened.
Hahh, eating risotto always made you feel at home for some reason.
  You woke up to an empty bed, your husband must have left for work already so you were on your own for now. You shifted your head to look at your nightstand, your daily pills already taken out of the box, ready for you to take. Come to think of it, this was how it always had been. You have never even seen the bottle the pills came in, Bruno always prepared everything for you.
For some reason, this new discovery gave you a feeling of anxiety. But why? He was your husband, why should he ever do something to harm you?
Still wanting to reassure yourself that everything was okay, you headed to the bathroom and looked for the medicine cabinet. It was supposed to be here somewhere. Looking around for a bit, you finally found the right bottle, you of course being able to recognize the size and the form of the pills you took daily by now. Carefully taking it out of the cabinet, you tried to read the label but were immediately confused by all of the complicated words written on it, so you just decided to look up the name on the front of it.
You were shocked when you looked them up and saw that these pills in particular were very infamous for their bad side effects, which caused them to not get sold anymore. These side effects included sleepiness, decreased concentration and extreme forgetfulness.
Extreme…forgetfulness?
You could swear you were hearing alarm bells ringing in your head. This couldn´t be. Was your own husband actively trying to repress your memories?! Does he not want you to remember something? But why? What reason could he possibly have? While you were lost in thought, you noticed he must have accidentally left the radio on, because it was blaring in the background again.
“Dead man now finally identified by coworkers as one Risotto Nero. The young man..”
You didn´t hear anything else anymore. Risotto Nero? Why was that name so familiar to you?
And then it happened.  
You felt an intense headache, your brain feeling like it might burst out any moment. And then… you remembered.
Risotto Nero, your former boyfriend. You were super happy together and were even planning to get married once his work calmed down a bit. He was not usually a very expressive person but with you, he felt comfortable. He felt like he was finally understood, like he could be at peace.
And then you met him.
Well you didn´t really MEET him. You just bumped into him while walking on the sidewalk, you quickly apologizing and then moving on with your life quickly forgetting about the man.
But it wasn´t the same for him, oh no. When he bumped into you back then and saw your beautiful face as well as heard your wonderful voice, he was lovestruck. This couldn´t be a coincidence, fate had led you two together! You were meant to be together! But you didn´t see him. No matter how hard he tried to contact you again in a crowd, you didn´t recognize him. It couldn´t be. There must have been a reason. And he soon found his reason. This monstrosity of a man, Risotto Nero held you captive. He was trying to separate you two out of jealousy. If he wasn´t there, you two could finally be happy together! So he knew he had to do something. And that he did.
You can now remember that day clearly. You came home from grocery shopping when you saw it. The living room was a mess, broken vases, toppled over furniture, definitely signs of a fight. And in the middle of it laid your boyfriend Risotto. A large pool of blood flowed out of his wounds as he laid there motionless. Dead.
You couldn´t believe this was happening. You ran over to his body and quickly felt the tears gathering in your eyes as you let out a loud sob.
You then felt a touch on your back and immediately tensed up. No one else was supposed to be here, so who was this? Did the attacker come back to kill you as well??
You then felt the strangers hand shift, moving towards your face and then gently wiping away the tears that have gathered in your eyes. Moving your head to at least see the bastard that killed Risotto, you were surprised to see someone vaguely familiar. You didn´t think this was someone you personally knew but you could never forget someone with a fashion sense as unique as this. The white suit, that was now bathed in red, with the zippers, it was all so familiar yet you couldn´t place where you had seen this before. As you continued to ponder over this, the man then spoke up.
“Shh darling, please don´t cry. It hurts me to see you like this. You should be smiling! After all this time we can finally be together! I´ve been waiting so long to have you in my arms and now my wish has finally come true.”, he exclaimed while tightly wrapping his arms around your shaking form.
“You….you bastard! What did you do to Risotto?! Why did you kill him! How could you do this?! What the hell are you even talking about? Now we can finally be together? How could you possibly think I would want to have anything to do with you after this?! You monster!”, you screamed out while pounding your fists against his chest, wriggling around as much as you could. He couldn´t be serious, did he really think you would forgive him and want to be with him after he killed your boyfriend in cold blood?
“Please don´t be like that darling, everything is going to be okay. I did this for us! I love you way more than anyone ever could! Just wait until I show you the house I renovated just for you, you´re going to love it!”
This man was definitely not sane and you desperately needed to get away this instant. Searching your brain for any escape plan that you could come up with, you had an idea. It was risky and most likely not going to work but you needed to try anything you could while you still had the chance. Who knew what would happen to you once you were brought to this house.
So summoning all of your courage, you raised your leg and kicked the man where the sun don´t shine and decided to make a run for it as he kneeled down in pain. This was your only chance to get away from him, you had to make it count. As you ran along the streets of Naples, you thought over what you could do to possibly escape this creep. You didn´t think going to the police would do you any good so what were you supposed to do? You thought possibly the best course of action would be to try and leave the country but would you even be able to accomplish that?
You were once again pulled out of your thoughts as you heard loud footsteps behind you. Turning your head, you were able to see that the man had now almost caught up with you. Shit shit shit what were you going to do now? He was so close to getting you!
“Amore please don´t run! This is for your best, trust me! You will be so much happier with me!”, the deluded man shouted after you. This was crazy, absolutely crazy. Watching him some more, you suddenly saw his eyes dramatically widening, his mouth forming an “o” as he then called out to you.
“No wait! Stop!!”
Stop? Pftt he wished that you-
CRASH
All you saw was red once again.
The red traffic light and the red car that hit you were all you could see before passing out and everything fading to black.
 And this was the truth of what truly happened to you. Looking at the bottle of pills in your hand, it was still so hard to believe. So all this time, Bruno has just been manipulating you? He gave you these pills to prevent you from remembering what happened and played the role of a loving husband when he killed your boyfriend in cold blood. You felt sick to your stomach and your legs were shaking. You had to get away from here. You had to leave this country. You had to leave now while you were still alone, you still had a chance you-
Cliiick
You heard the sound of the front door opening.
Bruno was home.
You tried to keep your cool when he entered the room and asked about your day. If you got heated now, everything would only get worse. You wanted him to be blissfully unaware that you recalled your memories now, that the whole gig was up. Who knew what he would do when he didn´t need to pretend anymore? You had to repress a shudder at the thought.
“Y/n? Is everything okay? You´re being awfully quiet. Did something happen?”, he inquired now, looking vaguely concerned, his brows furrowing in worry.
You didn´t know what to say. Who knows what would happen if you told him the truth? That was an absolute no-go as far as you were concerned. But you also didn´t think you could get away with lying, you´ve come to notice that Bruno is very sharp with these kinds of things. So not knowing what to do, you just kept quiet.
That must have been the wrong choice because he looked a bit angry now.
“What happened y/n? Tell me. I promise I won´t be mad! Why won´t you talk to me anymore?”
More deafening silence.
Okay he DEFINITELY looked angry now. His shoulders tensing as he bit his lip, probably trying to prevent himself from raising his voice too much.
“Amore please talk with me! I love you so much you have no idea, but I´m slowly losing my patience. Stop being so difficult.”
You couldn´t help but kind of snap at that comment. You were being difficult? Well look who´s talking! He freaking killed your boyfriend and basically kidnapped you! He played with your memories and manipulated your feelings! He was trying to make you fall in love with him, to imprison you in this house and never let you go! He was sickening!
So as you were standing there, trying to stop your ragged breathing, you felt pure terror in your stomach as you saw Bruno´s facial expression change from an angry one to one full of shock. Wait shit. Did you really just say that out loud? Why now of all times? Why did the universe hate you so much?
“What…how…you remember? But how could that have happened? I guess it doesn´t matter now. Y/n I love you! I killed him for us! He could never love you like I do, he doesn´t deserve you! But you weren’t able to see that, he blinded you. So of course I had to get rid of him! You looked so scared back then, it broke my heart! When I saw you get hit by that car, I almost lost my mind. I was so scared you wouldn´t make it so when I saw you wake up and not remember anything, I knew this was my chance. It was fated to be! So I´m sorry for not being upfront with you about this but I´m sure we will be able to work it out.”
“Work this out? You want to work this out? Hell no! I´m leaving! I don´t want to stay here for even a second longer!, you screamed out in anger as you tried to get up.
Keyword: Tried
You felt an absolute numbness in your legs and you weren´t able to move them at all. Looking down in surprise, you were terrified to see them completely missing from your body! How could this happen? What is going on? No no no no! You felt the tears streaming down your face as you came to accept the truth that you wouldn´t be able to escape from this. You weren´t able to escape from him.
“Look what you made me do darling! Why did you have to say such hurtful things to me? You want to leave? I won´t let you. We were meant to be together, I knew from the moment I first saw you. So I won´t ever let you leave my sight, do you understand? So please don´t fight me if you ever want to have your legs back, okay? You can do that for me can´t you, amore mio?”
“Let´s make some new happy memories together and forget about everything that happened!”
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 Wowee this ended up being almost 5k words! I´ve never written anything this long so I´m kind of proud of this one^^
Also remember the outline I was talking about? Well I showed it to @naranciabestboi for some thoughts and we both agreed that you needed to see this little bit of the structure I wrote down. This was for towards the end when reader remembers that bruno killed risotto:
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moody-blues-requiem · 4 years
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Is it okay to request an NSFW au where Bruno is stuck in Diavolo's body instead of dying, and he and his s/o make love afterwards to celebrate him living despite the circumstances?
This has some end of part 5 spoilers but also gets really canon-divergent, and also starts angsty (me, writing angst??? what??????) but gets all soft and sweet. I hope you enjoy!!
n/s/f/w under the cut!
It’s going to take some time to get used to it all. 
Bruno was dying, you knew something was wrong but you didn’t figure out just how serious things were until you reached Rome. Knowing you were going to have to give up your last minutes with Bruno to fight the boss instead was devastating, but you held back your tears. Now wasn’t the time to cry. You blink and there he is, the man behind it all, Diavolo. You blink again, and you’re sleepy, the adrenaline is pumping through your veins like fire but something pulls you under and you black out. You come to, eventually, and Giorno is impaled upon a row of iron spikes, except it’s apparently Narancia? And Narancia who is apparently Giorno isrushing to his side. His quick movements are able to get him down and close the wounds, but he needs a real medic, badly. The boss appears to be working with you now, except that’s not the boss, that’s Bruno in his body. 
Giorno-in-Narancia’s-body figures out that Diavolo is hiding in Bruno’s body. He grabs the stand arrow, tears streaming from his cheeks, and strikes the body of his friend down. 
The next few minutes are an absolute blur. Everything was suddenly very, very bright, blindingly so. Lying on the ground with your eyes squeezed shut, you felt like you were being tossed around on stormy ocean waves. It lasted forever and it lasted only an instant. But eventually, your eyes opened, back in your own body. Your teammates were starting to stir themselves, Mista looking just as sick as you felt. Narancia remained on the ground, but upon carefully reaching out to his wrist, his pulse was still there. 
Giorno was kneeling on the ground in front of where Bruno’s body once was. On his left was a golden figure, a twisted, nightmarish reimagining of his stand, and on his left, was Diavolo. You nearly screamed for him to watch out as you saw Diavolo begin to move, but the man only put his hand on Giorno’s shoulder. It was still Bruno. 
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Time passed, as it tends to do. Narancia and Abbacchio got to share a hospital room while they recovered from their wounds. Trish promised to stay in touch, but “would rather die than deal with gang shit ever again”. Giorno ascended to Passione’s metaphorical throne, and got a spiffy new outfit. And Bruno learned to deal with his new body. 
He never let the gang see, but being trapped in Diavolo’s body broke something inside of Bruno, at least for a while. He stopped sleeping, barely ate, and avoided mirrors at all costs. You cut his hair to match his old style, even offered to dye it for him, but he said he didn’t want to mess with the chemicals. Sometimes at night you’d wake up to him crying in the dark bathroom. But one day, the tears stopped. “I’m done mourning this,” Bruno said to you one morning, as you handed him a cup of coffee. The sun had yet to rise as you two sat outside under the purple sky. “This isn’t Diavolo’s body, this isn’t my ‘new’ self. It’s me.”
You held him until the sun rose, carding your fingers through his silky hair. His hand rested on your thigh, brushing little patterns into your skin with the pad of his thumb, the way he always did. 
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Even with Bruno accepting his new body, it took a while before he was confident enough for the bedroom again. He got used to his new junk like he got used to the rest of his new body, but he figured at some point he should probably put it to use. Diavolo-- no, *his* length didn’t hide anything, it was nearly as long flaccid as it was when erect, and it was just a little bit longer and thicker than his old dick was. Surrounded by a well-manicured tuft of pink pubes, Bruno had to admit, he looked pretty appealing. And judging by how he caught you staring, he knew you agreed. 
“Does it, like… feel any different?” you asked, gently palming his erection. 
“It’s still a dick,” he replied. “I think it looks more different than it feels.”
You placed your palm under the shaft, letting it rest in your hand. “I think it might be a liiiiittle heavier? But maybe I’m just nitpicking--”
Before you could finish, Bruno had reached down and unzipped his dick (“Gross, Bruno!” you shouted, jokingly making a face at him), holding it in his hand and pretending to think hard. “I think it’s pretty close to the same.”
“Put that back on!” 
He laughed, reattaching his member. “That didn’t kill the mood too much, did it?”
“A little.” You looked down, and back up, putting on your best doe eyes and batting your eyelashes. “But I think you can make it up to me, signore.” 
You two teased one another like you had before, sharp banter laced with witty innuendos and Bruno’s signature brand of weirdness that was also somehow incredibly sexy. But when it came down to it, the moment of him lining up at your entrance, ready to push into your dripping core, he hesitated. It was almost an out-of-body experience, things felt… off. 
“Bruno?” you asked. “Is everything alright?” 
“Yeah,” he said, but his voice sounded distant. 
“We don’t have to keep going if--”
“No! No, I mean,” he stammered over his words, leaning his head down against your chest, pink hair tickling your bare skin. “It sounds silly, we’ve had sex lots before, but. I’m nervous.”
Bringing a hand up to rub gently over his back, you smiled softly. “It’s like first-time jitters all over again, huh?” Bruno nodded against your chest. “Maybe, I dunno, maybe Diavolo was a virgin--”
“Babe,” Bruno said, suddenly serious, green eyes looking up at you. “The man dressed like the head of a whorehouse instead of a mafia. He definitely wasn’t a virgin.” 
The two of you dissolved into giggles, and you pulled Bruno into a tight, loving hug. The sound of slow but passionate kissing filled the air, your lips meeting your lovers’. Bruno broke the semi-silence first. “I want to keep going, if you do.”
“I do,” you replied. “How about we switch, and I top tonight?”
“I think I’d like that,” Bruno nodded, slightly breathless from the kiss. “Very much.”
Rolling around on the bed to switch places, you settled your legs on either side of Bruno’s waist, his tall erection still standing upright and already brushing against your wet folds. You rubbed over him a few times, teasing his shaft and letting him feel just how badly you wanted him, before lining up his tip with your entrance and slowly, slowly sinking your hips down. Bruno bit his lip, watching his cock disappear inside of you, nodding to tell you he was ready for more. When you finally reached the base he threw his head back in a lust-fueled moan; the voice was slightly different from the old one, but the cadence and how he looked back up at you, love and passion burning in his eyes, biting his lip, was all so very, very Bruno. 
You worked up a slow but steady pace, bouncing on his lap, savoring the way he filled you up perfectly. Your hands gripped his hips like handles, nails slightly digging into his pale skin. Bruno always made the most beautiful noises in the bedroom, even with a slightly different voice his moans sounded like heaven. “Oh, oh, yes, amore!” he would cry out between gasps, snapping his hips up into you. “M-more! Please, god, mmmmore…” His hands found your own hips, bouncing you harder. The old Bruno was strong, but this body was stronger. He moved you over his lap with ease, murmuring “I’m close, love, I want to… can I…”
You leaned down, pressing your forehead against his own. “Cum in me, Bruno.”
Bruno slammed you down onto his lap as his hips bucked up and he came, releasing ropes of hot cum inside you. Your own orgasm hit from the overwhelming pleasure of it all, getting to be with your boyfriend once again and listening to every grunt and groan he made as he emptied his balls in you. Your walls contracted around him, making Bruno’s vision momentarily white out as a hard wave of aftershocks hit his whole system, pushing him directly through a second orgasm. 
When he finally pulled out, a line of thick cum followed, slowly running down your thigh, before being pushed back into place by Bruno’s deft fingers. You collapsed, laying down beside your boyfriend and pulling him into your arms. He leaned up for a quick kiss before resting his head on your chest, contentedly listening to your heart thrum as you came down from all the excitement. 
No matter the time, place, circumstances, or even what body his soul rested in, nothing felt more comfortable than being held sweetly and safely by his love. 
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Chapter 9: The Curio Shop
Hi! Thank you for your patience with this series. It’s been a busy few weeks! Thank you all for your continued reading and for all the comments you’ve been adding to the stories I read them all and they make me happy! Let me know how you find the next chapter!
Chapter 8
Anger…anger…fear…scared…lonely…want...want…mine...power…skull…skull…skull
An onslaught of voices tormented Henry’s sleep. While he wasn’t having a nightmare, he barely got any sleep from the spirits’ words. They were new words. Normally, the voices urged him in a direction with nouns. But last night, only adjectives, verbs, and the skull—the skull! Henry sat up and rubbed his face and hair. He was tempted to say the whole search was a hoax, that they were idiots running after ghosts, but then, why was he still hearing voices? And why were they pointing him towards a skull? Nancy was right, they had to ask Renee what was going on. Henry shuddered just thinking about it, Renee’s eyes had a tendency of following a person long after she left them.
Henry slid his hands over to his phone to check the time. 12:00 pm. His eyes widened in shock. Had he really slept so late? He was about to hurry about of bed when he noticed the red notifications in his call logs. There were ten missed calls. One was from an auditor. He didn’t recognize two of them. The rest were from Summer. Realization fell in as fear trickled down Henry’s nerves. Summer! He’d, he’d completely forgotten about her! He’d also forgotten to buy the CD player she said she wanted. She had tried to play the CDs he’d gotten her when it suddenly broke. But he had forgotten all about it, and her.
He hesitated in calling her back when a message alert appeared. Then he remembered the unread messages, but this message was not from his contact list. He clicked the message.
When you’re awake, let’s talk to Renee.
Nancy. He’d recorded her number, but didn’t put a name to it yet. Quickly he added her name then got ready for the day. As he went down the stairs, Henry saw Nancy leaning against the wall. She was wearing her trench coat, had her hands in her pocket, and wore an overall bored expression.
“Sorry about waking up so late. I don’t normally do that”
“Don’t worry about it,” Nancy said and shoved a napkin in his hands. Inside there was buttered toasts. “I’m too agitated to wait for lunch”.
Henry nodded then handed her a slice. Nancy took it and as they munched, she started to talk.
“I woke up early and was bored. So I went to the secret study and played with Iggy. I started to dress him up and look,” she handed Henry an eyeball. “I dressed him up as an optometrist and out Iggy came with an eyeball”.
Nancy then took out another eyeball. “You know that shelf in Bruno’s study? The one with the teeth? Well, there’s a diagram of labelled teeth on the wall, and in your uncle’s journal, remember the recorded dental operations he had? Turns out they relate to teeth on the wall painting, and the books on the teeth self, match the shape of our teeth—kind of. It took a lot of guess work, but after pulling out each book that related to the tooth, well, I got this”.
She put the eyeballs back into her bag. “That makes eleven eyeballs”.
“And none of this drives you mad?” Henry asked.
Nancy laughed.
“Henry, I’ve placed tiles on the wall only for secret passages to open up. I’ve fiddled around tons of levers and found myself in rooms like your uncle’s study. A teeth shelf that dispenses eyes is nothing new”.
“Human craziness really suits you Nancy”.
“When you get involved with mysteries, you see just how much we build our lives around the unfathomable”.  
They finished their toasts and went to the gardens. Renee was standing over her pots, as expected. When they approached her, she looked up and gave a pleasant smile, though Henry felt she was a bit more guarded than usual. Calm down their sidekick-detective.
“Renee,” Nancy started, “Did Dr. Bolet ever tell you about a crystal skull? He might have referred to it as the Whisperer”.
“No,” Renee replied. “He never so much as mentioned a ‘crystal skull,’ whispering or otherwise”.
Henry watched Renee carefully. She was lying, they had evidence, but she did not give off the impression that she was nervous.
Nancy placed down the letter from Chas Milo.
“I don’t think so,” she said softly. “This letter mentions that both you and Dr. Bolet went to deliver a skull for authentication”.
Renee looked at the paper and sighed. “Alright, alright. The truth of the matter is that Dr. Bolet swore me to secrecy. I was not allowed to tell anyone about it”.
“Did you know Dr. Bolet intended to give the skull to Henry?”
“No. Like I said. I knew nothing. Dr. Bolet only came to me because I practice hoodoo and, well, I suppose he started to believe in it too. At least, that’s what I want to believe”.
“Do you know where the skull is now?”
“None whatsoever”.
Renee then looked distressed. “Oh, my, this is all my fault. You see, I was the one who encouraged Dr. Bolet to get the skull tested. He was so enthusiastic about the skull, and well, I was skeptical. That bothered him, so I helped him find a reliable private authenticator to dispel all doubt for once”.  She glanced back down at the paper.
“But I guess the skull was a fake. Oh dear, and after all that trouble,” Renee sighed.
“We think this is the paper Dr. Bolet was reading when he died”.
“Oh!” Renee exclaimed and placed a hand to her heart. “To go in such a way! The shock must have been too much for one so old”. She then placed both hands around her mouth and tears started to appear.
“Oh no,” She whispered. “This is all my fault. I was the one who told Dr. Bolet to get it authenticated, and this—this was the result”.
The tears ran down her cheeks and more began to appear. Nancy placed a hand on her shoulder in consolation and Henry handed her a tissue.
“This is not your fault Renee,” Henry mumbled awkwardly.
“So, you know nothing about where that skull might be?” Nancy asked firmly.
Renee cleaned her faced and regained her composure. It was as if she had not cried. There was no redness to her eyes or cheeks. No sniffs or a warbled voice.
“No dear. And I’m glad. Now I don’t have to worry about it anymore”.
Nancy thanked Renee, then put the paper back into her bag. As they turned to go, Renee called out to them.
“There is one thing, I think. Now I think only cause I heard it in passing, but I’m pretty sure I heard Dr. Bolet arguing with someone once. They mentioned crystal skulls”.
“Who,” Henry asked.
“Mr. Lamont from Zeke’s curio shop”.
 Nancy watched as another skee-ball rolled across the path and into a flap. The flap turned around and an open mouth appeared. She rolled another and another. Across from her, Henry scratched Iggy and gave him more loquats they got from the garden. Occasionally, the iguana climbed up and round his shoulders. Henry struggled to hide his smile as he continued to feed Iggy from the back.
“So,” Henry started. “Do you think she’s lying?”
He heard the sound of one ball, then another, and another soon after. They clattered to the ramp and rolled aggressively down the ramp.
Still angry.
She had been doing this for almost thirty minutes. When one ball swerved off the ramp and onto the floor, startling Iggy, Henry stood up and walked over. He took Nancy’s hand and gently eased the remaining balls from her hand. He then went over to the opposite side, near the flaps and waited.
Nancy ran her hands through her hair repeatedly and huffed.
“I know her. I know her type. Always hides the lies in her truths so you can’t suspect her. Always there, a looming presence. Never openly says anything, but it’s all there in her tone”.
“What makes you suspect her? Not that I feel differently”.
Nancy enlaced her hands together and pressed her thumbs into her chin. “Well, to start off with, let’s look at the biggest conundrum. Renee is a practitioner of Hoodoo, which means to some extent she believes in matters that many would deem as childish. So how can someone who believes so much, suspect the actions and thoughts of someone who doesn’t believe or practice of hoodoo? Why was she so skeptical of the skull? Better yet, why was she the one to find an authenticator? And that lazy toss towards Lamont? C’mon!”
Nancy looked towards Henry. “What are your thoughts?”
“Mine?” Henry asked, surprised. “You want my thoughts?”
“Of course! You’re my partner, are you not?”
“Well,” Henry started as he rotated the skee-balls in his hands. “She did seem to recover quickly from her crying. Also, how did she know that the authenticator was reliable? Has she used him before?” Henry looked up at Nancy and shrugged. “That’s all I got”.
Nancy mulled over the new questions. How did Renee find the authenticator? Perhaps she did use him beforehand, or perhaps it was just a random search.
“Do you think she was telling the truth about not knowing where the skull is?” Henry asked.
“I don’t know. If she doesn’t know, then why keep all these secrets from you? If she does know, then why is she searching for a fake skull?”
“The paper said—“.
“I know!” Nancy exclaimed. “I know what the paper said, but in my experience, papers can easily be falsified. It’s how an art dealer once got art pieces for dirt cheap prices”.
“So, now what?”
“Now, we do three things. Ask those who knew Bruno about the skull. Call Chas Milo, and go to Zeke’s”.
“Thought you said Renee was tossing Lamont under the bus”.
“She is, but it doesn’t hurt to check on him. Plus, I have questions for him”.
Nancy went over to Henry and took some of the skee-balls. She rolled them again, then stopped. While she had initially been aiming for a set of mouths, one ball rolled over a flap twice and the image of an eye appeared. Both she and Henry stared at the eye then at each other. Quickly Nancy rolled another, then another ball. The flaps flipped around, some landing on eyes, some on mouths.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually trying to win the game?”
“And what’s your plan, genius?”
Henry went over to Nancy, grabbed the balls and went straight to the other end where the flaps were. He then placed a ball over each flap, until an eye showed. When he ran out of balls, he went back to the front and picked up more. Once all the flaps showed eyes, he looked up at Nancy. She was looking down where the balls were stored. An eyeball rolled out. Nancy picked it up.
“And that’s twelve,” Henry said.
“You cheated!”.
“Honestly Nancy, you’re incredibly smart, but also so dumb”.
“No, I just play in the spirit of the game!”
“Sure, sure, you keep telling yourself that”.
Henry strode smugly over towards Iggy and offered him an elbow. When the iguana nestled himself around Henry’s shoulders, Henry dared to turn around to face Nancy. She laughed, then began to chase him out of the secret room and down the stairs.
 Organized chaos was how Nancy would describe Zeke’s. There were all sorts of knick-knacks and oddities around the small curio shop. When they entered, a tank with some sort of mummified beast greeted them. Nancy couldn’t help tapping on the glass, and to her surprise, the being moved! Stumbling away, she noticed potion containers similar to the ones in Renee’s room.
“Can I help you?” A voice called out. Nancy turned and saw a man shuffling through some papers. He was quite normal compared to his shop.
“Are you Lamont?” Nancy asked.
The man nodded, then his eyes widened in recognition as he stared at Henry, who was standing behind Nancy.
“Hey man, how’s it going?”
“Groovy”.
“Nice place you have here,” Nancy began as she came closer to the cashier desk where Lamont stood. He was wearing a brown vest over a Hawaiian shirt and had a fleur-de-lis pin attached to the vest.
“Isn’t it?” Lamont grinned.
“Is that your name? Zeke Lamont?”
“No. I’m Lamont Warrick. I bought this place from the owner on one condition. I keep the name as Zeke. Funny thing is, his name wasn’t Zeke either,” Lamont chuckled.
“Well then Lamont, we’re here to ask you some questions”.
“Oh?” Lamont’s eye moved quickly towards Henry then back at Nancy.
“Yes. Do you sell these old Krolmeister dolls? They’re very old and range in sizes. They were collectables”.
Lamont looked surprised by the question, but he pulled out a dusty magazine and flipped through the pages while muttering out Krolmeister.
“These ones?” he asked pointing to the dolls the Nancy recognized from a past case with Camille Voulet and Jake Hurley. She nodded.
“Man these are rare, like super rare. The dolls only lasted about 10-15 years or so.  They’re like the only product of Krolmeister to fail. They tried to make them bigger to be more appealing, but it failed. Some think their haunted”.
“How rare is it to find one?”
“Rare. Very few people bought them. Those who did either still have them, or they’ve been destroyed. You can’t even remake them, the papers have been destroyed. Kolmeister wants to pretend the dolls never existed”.
“So, if someone had the doll?”
“They either got it from someone or were damn lucky”.
Henry stepped closer and peered hard at the magazine.
“Why are we looking at the doll, Nancy?”
“Just an idea I had”. She changed the topic.
“Lamont, how well did you know Bruno Bolet?”
Now Lamont looked worriedly over to Henry and hesitated.
“Don’t worry Lamont, she already knows. She doesn’t care,” Henry consoled.
“Does she know everything?”
Now Henry hesitated. “She know I sold the box to you because I needed the money”.
Lamont seemed satisfied with this answer because he nodded and began to talk.
“Mr. Bolet and I were antique friends. We both liked antiques and talked a lot about them. I had a special concern over the well-being of the ones in the Bolet house, but Mr. Bolet assured me,” Lamont looked hard at Henry, “that they would be looked after by his relative”.
“And, did you ever fight with Bruno?”
“Well of course we argued! We’re antique collectors and we had differing opinions of antiques”.
“Like what?” Henry asked.
Lamont sighed. “Mr. Bolet believed antiques should express a person’s character—an extension of a person. But I believe that antiques have souls of their own. They bring their character to a person. They don’t serve a person”.
“And what about crystal skulls?” Nancy abruptly asked. “Did you ever argue about a crystal skull called The Whisperer?”
Lamont narrowed his eyes.
“Now how do you know about that?”
“Bruno wanted Henry to have the skull, that’s how. Now how did you know about it?”
“The old man probably wanted the skull to serve Henry,” Lamont grumbled. “Ya, I knew about it, and yes, we did argue about it. So what?”
“Did you ever see the skull?”
“No”.
Nancy frowned. “Then how do you know it exists? How do you know it’s even real?”
“Because it’s an antique, and I’m an antique dealer. That skull is like your doll. Rare and something everyone secretly wants to find. I don’t know if Mr. Bolet ever found the skull. If he did, he did right by not telling me about it”.
“Why?”
“Cause I wouldn’t have told him if I found it”.
“Do you know the legend surrounding it?” Henry interjected.
“Course I know! Look, I’m not saying I believe in it, but I’m also not stupid to let it go. I know what it’s worth”.
“I thought you said antiques don’t serve people. Wouldn’t selling such an antique got against your belief?” Nancy countered.
“Antiques may have souls, but I have bills to pay. I just don’t go around thinking some skull is going to make me live forever or pass on some knowledge, unlike some people”.
Nancy and Henry looked at each other than sighed. Another dead end. They learned nothing of use and were no closer to finding the skull. Nancy hoped Bess would be able to find something out from Dr. Buford. She had told Bess her suspicions of him being the skeleton man after seeing his picture in Bruno’s private study.
“Did my uncle ever tell you anything about glass eyes?” Henry asked, shaking Nancy out of her thoughts.
“Uh, no”.
“What about Krewes? Know anything about a Jolly Roger Krewe?”
Lamont quickly stood up and folded his arms.
“Why are you asking about them? They disbanded years ago”.
“Really?” Nancy interjected.
“Course, in ’91 the state ordered all social organizations to be public about their recruitment in order to prove that they do not discriminate. Most of the younger, smaller krewes adapted quickly. Many more krewes, especially the older ones, disbanded. The Jolly Roger krewe was one of them. It was an all-mens group”.
“I-I see,” was all Nancy could say.
“Frankly, I’m glad to see most of the Krewes disappear. Many of them operated on messed up ideologies. Take the Jolly Rogers, for instance. Those guys have Jean Lafitte as their patron saint. Why? Cause he’s New Orleans’s pirate. That man sold slaves. He may have done some good things, but he sold slaves. And they make him a patron,” Lamont scoffed then shook his head.
“How do you know all this?” Henry asked. He looked chalky at the information Lamont had just told them.
Lamont shrugged. “Most everyone either is in a krewe or knows someone who’s in a krewe”.
“Were the Bolet’s involved?” Henry asked.
“Nah. The Bolets never got involved. Though they were always invited to the many bal masque the krewes would have before a parade”.
Henry’s jaw clenched as he nodded and gave a tight smile.
“What did these krewes do?” Nancy asked.
Lamont gave a slow smile.
“New Orleans is quite haunted. The rumor is that some krewes intermingle with the dead”.
“I thought the Bolet’s did that,” Henry’s words faded out.
Lamont shrugged again. “Guess some spirits don’t want to die. And some humans won’t let them”.
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What if I never love again?
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Mark Tuan X Reader
Genre: Angst, Lovers to Ex’s, smut (If you are a soft Mark stan, I suggest you stay away this is a sad one) 
Warning: Intended for 18+ audience
Word Count: 9.1k
Summary: Your relationship with Mark has been on the rocks lately so you decided if it would be best to end things with him before it would get worst. Since it was your last night together, Mark wanted to make the most of it and made love to you one last time.
A/N: Based on the song “All I ask” by Adele but I got inspired by Bruno Mars’ version when writing this. I didn’t meant to get all in the feels but I hope you all enjoy!
I will leave my heart at the door I won't say a word They've all been said before you know So why don't we just play pretend Like we're not scared of what's coming next Or scared of having nothing leftLook, don't get me wrong I know there is no tomorrow All I ask isIf this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again?
When he walked in to your shared apartment after a long day of work, he wanted nothing more than to lie down and go to sleep. Mark was exhausted. He’s been working overtime for the last few weeks and it was taking a toll on both his mind and his body. Little did he know, it was also taking a toll on your relationship. However, although he was oblivious to the fact that your relationship was no longer what it used to be, he wasn’t surprised when he saw some of your luggage leaning up against the wall. He knew it was coming. You were leaving him, and he was aware that there was nothing he could do about it. 
The two of you have been distant for the last three months with neither of you knowing where it all went wrong. It came out of no where and no matter how much you both claimed to love each other, love was just not enough anymore. You no longer acted like a couple. If anything, your relationship felt like a chore. 
The two of you fought more often over such minuscule stuff. The dirty dishes left in the sink, him leaving the toilet seat up, not picking up after your dog Milo and no longer telling you where he was never really used to bother you. But as the days went by, simple tasks he failed to do began to frustrate you more and more. Then came the lack of intimacy. It wasn’t just the lack of sex. Sex wasn’t everything in your relationship, although whenever the two of you did make love, it was always a mind blowing experience. You and Mark were known to be very clingy. There was one point in your four year relationship where neither of you could keep your hands off of one another. Your friends had to sit in between the two of you whenever you’d have outings just to prevent the two of you from touching each other so much. These days, you’d get a kiss on the forehead if you were lucky; and what upset you, was the fact that he didn’t seem to be bothered by the distance. 
He seemed to be fine with the fact that your relationship was not what it used to be. It was common for couples who have been together for a while to be independent sometimes, but the current state of your relationship and the way it was falling apart had nothing to do with independence. Mark took a couple of seconds to breathe and take everything in before making his way in to your room. When he walked in, his eyes immediately landed on your tiny frame. It was then in that moment that he realized how much weight you’ve lost. He hated the thought of your relationship being the reason for your unhappiness. 
He stood there, watching you as you packed and he could feel his heart break with every piece of clothing you folded in to your suitcase. Once he heard you sniffle, that was it for him. 
“Hey.” You turned around in shock. You weren’t expecting him to come home so early. He had a tendency for coming home in the wee hours of the morning. That’s why you decided to start packing your things. You didn’t want to leave. You’ve been contemplating your decision for weeks now; but you could no longer stay in a relationship you weren’t happy in anymore. As much as you loved Mark and wanted things to work out between the two of you, you knew things were going to remain the same even if you were to stay. 
How could you stay when the spark was no longer there? When looking at him no longer sent butterflies to your tummy? When hearing him call your name no longer sent fire to your bones and his touches no longer sent shivers down your spine? There was no point in staying in a relationship where your hearts weren’t completely in it anymore. You didn’t know what he was feeling. Mark always had a hard time communicating his feelings. Especially when it came down to your relationship. So you could never tell what he was thinking or what exactly was on his mind. 
“Hi.” He slowly walked over to you and motioned towards your suitcase. 
“Where are you going?” Although he wasn’t one to be vocal and to speak up about things that were bothering him, you could always read him by his facial expressions. There was a hint of pain in his eyes followed by curiosity. The sight of him looking so sad broke your heart even more than it already was. Mark was a very sensitive person. You’ve seen him cry many times during the duration of your relationship. One time, the two of you were watching Moana and before you knew it, you felt something wet drip on to your shoulder. When you went to see what it was, you smirked at the sight of Mark’s eyes tearing up. His sensitivity was one of the things you loved about him. He was extremely soft, very kind with the biggest heart. 
You missed the boy you fell in love with all those years ago. As the years went by, time cruelly turned him in to a man you could hardly recognize. Although you’ve seen him cry many times, you’ve never seen him cry over you. He never really had a reason to. Everything was going so well between the two of you. You were the picture perfect couple that all your friends and even some of your family members were envious about. Hell, your mom started planning your wedding only three months after you and Mark started dating. Unfortunately, it seems that all good things come to an end and your relationship seemed to be one of them. 
“I’m leaving you.” The quiver in your voice didn’t go unnoticed to him and he felt as if someone stabbed him in the chest once those three words left your lips. It was obvious you were leaving, but he wasn’t going to let you go without knowing the reason. 
“Why?” You noticed him sink down on his knees and made his way next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him trying to reach out for you but pulling back before getting to do so. A huge part of you wanted him to pull you in to his embrace while rocking you back and forth and telling you that things were going to be okay. That he would try and fix your relationship and that he didn’t want you to go. But it was too late. The damage was done and there was nothing he could say or do to change your mind. 
“You don’t love me anymore. Our relationship isn’t the same. It’s suffocating me. I’m not happy Mark. I haven’t been happy for months and I know you haven’t been either. So why are we continuing to set fire to an already put out flame? Why are we allowing ourselves to waste our time in a relationship that practically no longer exists? We hardly ever see each other anymore and when we come home, it’s like we’re strangers. We don’t acknowledged each other’s presence, we don’t kiss, hug, hell I can’t even remember the last time we sat down and actually talked. I tried to lie to myself; couples go through rough patches all the time. It’s only natural. But this rough patch has been going on for months Mark and it doesn’t seem to bother you. It’s been killing me but you obviously aren’t phased by how we’ve been acting towards one another. I’m tired Mark. I can’t continue living like this. It’s affecting both my mental and physical health and even my work ethic. My boss threatened to fire me the other day if I didn’t get my shit together and that’s why I made the decision to leave.” 
You released a frustrated sigh before continuing where you left off from. It felt like a huge weight fell from your shoulders as you told him everything you were feeling. You couldn’t help but let a few tears fall from your cheeks. Now that Mark was there and sitting right next to you, it was finally hitting you that you were leaving him. That once you packed up all your things and left the apartment, there was no going back. Mark would no longer be in your life and the idea made you want to throw up, but there was nothing you could do. If the two of you were to continue your relationship and pretend like nothing was wrong, like you weren’t slowly dying on the inside, then you were going to lose yourself completely. 
A life without Mark was one you never wanted to live. He was your everything and you were sure that he was the man you wanted to settle down and spend the rest of your life with. Whenever you heard the word forever, Mark would always pop up in your mind. Now the word felt bitter on your lips and the longer you stayed in the same room with him, the more you felt like you would suffer a panic attack. As you were about to put one of your blouses in your suitcase, you felt Mark’s fingers wrap around your wrist, preventing you from packing away your clothes. 
“Mark—“ 
“You wore this blouse on our first date remember? I was so nervous because I wanted everything to be perfect. I still had a hard time believing that you actually wanted to date me and that you said yes. Jackson wouldn’t hear the end of it when I told him you said yes to going on a date with me. God, you looked so beautiful that night. Your hair was curled so nicely and you weren’t wearing any make up yet I felt like you were the most ethereal being I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” You didn’t even realize that he moved closer towards you until he turned you around and placed some of your hair behind your ear.
“I planned our first date out as soon as you said yes. The idea of finally making you mine after months of crushing over you felt like a dream. I didn’t know what you liked nor did I know where to take you. It was Jinyoung who reminded me that the location meant nothing. As long as I was with you, I didn’t care where we went, what we ate or what we did. But seeing that breathtaking smile of yours when you saw the picnic I set up for us at the beach made all my worries and negative thoughts disappear.” 
The memories from your first date together came rushing back like a freight train and you couldn’t help but softly giggle at the thought of his clumsy Mark was. You gave him an A for effort as he tried to impress you with corny pick up lines and he even tried to feed you because he felt like it was romantic. Unfortunately, most of the dinner he prepared ended up either on your lap or on the blanket, but you both had an amazing time nonetheless. You took this time to look up at him and your heart felt as if it was being ripped apart in to a million pieces. Were you really going to leave this beautiful man sitting in front of you? 
Even if things were no longer the same between the two of you, waking up next to him made you feel safe. Mark’s arms were your home and God, you were homesick. But you’ve been homeless for months now and even if the two of you tried to fix things, nothing would go back to the way they used to be. 
“I don’t—I can’t—where did you even get the idea that I am no longer in love with you y/n? I know we haven’t been on the best of terms lately, but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you. I love you with every fiber of my pathetic being. I’ve always loved you and I’m always going to love you. Fuck. I can’t ever seem to stop loving you, the love I have for you only gets stronger as the days go by. I don’t know what I would do without you. Please y/n, rethink your decision. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I know it’s probably too late, I broke you beyond repair. Look at you. You look exhausted. Broken. You’re a ghost living in your body and I’m so fucking sorry that things ended up this way. The last thing I ever wanted to do was to hurt you. I would rather die before causing you any pain but look where we are. We’re strangers and I know it’s my fault we’re like this so I know I’m the only one who can fix it. Please, please, please. Let me fix things. Let me make it work, you and I both know I’m not letting you go that easily. Tell me what I can do to stop you from leaving. I’ll do anything. I’ll quit my job, I’ll drop all my friends, I’ll do whatever I have to do in order to make you happy again and to fix our relationship. I’m not losing you y/n. Please baby, give us one more chance. You’re my person y/n, I love you.” 
Your mind was so clouded up with his words that you failed to notice him pull you on to his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in to your neck. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed the feeling of his warm embrace. You missed being held by him, being adored by him, being protected by him, being loved by him. His words were affecting you in ways you didn’t think were possible. This is why you decided to pack before he came home because you knew there was no way you’d be able to leave if he asked you to stay. If he had the right words to promise you that things would get better, then you would stay. 
Hearing him bring up your first date made this entire situation more difficult for you. He still cared, that you know was true. If he no longer cared, he wouldn’t have remembered what you wore that day nor would he have reminisced on that day in it’s entirety. Hearing him sniffle against your neck sent an unsettling sensation to your chest and you hated that you were doing this to him. However, he needed to feel the pain and the suffering you went through in these last few months. When he felt you place a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, he was confident that you were going to give him another chance. That was until you got up from his lap and returned back to folding your clothes. 
“So that’s it? You’re going to disregard my words, disregard my feelings and the fact that I want to work things out? I don’t want anybody but you y/n. If you leave me tonight, I promise you I’m going to give up on love completely. There’s no point in being in love if it’s not with you. Are you really going to let four years, some of the best years of both our lives go down the drain? You claim that you still love me, but you’re ripping my fucking heart out and stepping on it in front of me like it means nothing to you! Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me that you’re fine being without me. That breaking up with me is what you think is best for us, then I’ll let you go. If you can honestly tell me that you no longer care for me or have any feelings for me, then there’s nothing I can do about it. But I know you. I know every little thing about you. I know you like the back of my hand y/n. Fuck, I know you better than I know myself.” 
He hesitantly stepped towards and when he noticed you weren’t moving away from him, he continued. “I know you’re unhappy. So am I. You don’t think I haven’t noticed we aren’t what we used to be? The distance fucking sucks y/n and I hate that I don’t know when, why or how we even got like this but that doesn’t matter. I’m sorry you’re so sad, and I’m sorry I’ve been a shit boyfriend. You deserve nothing but happiness y/n. You’re not going to find it if you were to leave. I don’t mean to sound narcissistic, but you need me just as much as I need you. If it’s time and space that you need, then I’ll give it to you. But please, don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on me. I love you. I love you so fucking much baby. Please.” 
You were practically a mess at this point. The tears were running down your face like a dam and you had no intentions on wiping them away. Every word that fell from his lips felt like a punch to the face and before you could even process your actions, your lips were on his. This kiss was rough, as soon as he came to the realization of what was happening, he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you as close to his chest as possible. It felt amazing. 
The two of you haven’t kissed like this in months and it felt like your entire body was in flames. He licked and sucked on your bottom lip while grazing his thumb against your hip bone. The moans and soft curses that fell from his lips sent warmth directly to your core and you were mad at yourself for letting lust take over you. But if this was going to be your last night together, you wanted to make the most of it. 
“Mark.” He continued smashing his lips against yours while biting on your lip, asking for entrance and hummed in curiosity to get you to continue. “I’m still leaving you.” You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt when he pulled away abruptly, but you couldn’t blame him. It was you who initiated the kiss, so it was understandable that he was confused to hear that the kiss didn’t mean what he hoped it did. 
“Then why the fuck would you kiss me? You’re leading me on and made me think that you’re giving us another chance only to tell me that the kiss meant nothing? What the fuck did I do to hurt you so badly that you turned in to this emotionless version of yourself? Is this what you want? You want me to suffer don’t you? How many times do I have to apologize and beg for you to put some thought in to this? I’m not playing around y/n. You better tell me what you want now, or I’ll leave you to it.” You took in his angry expression and shivered at the sight. In the many years that you’ve known him for, Mark wasn’t one to get upset all too often. 
Since he was very soft spoken, he never made it known that something was bothering him. However, he was bad at hiding his facial expressions. One look in his eyes and you knew he was pissed off. There was one occasion where his friend BamBam crashed his motorcycle, his most prized possession and although he told the younger boy that it was okay, you knew by the way his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched that he was outraged. You reached out for his arm and winced when he yanked it away from you. 
“Don’t you dare act like the victim here and try to pretend that you didn’t just fuck me over. I got it already y/n. We’re over. We’re done! Fine! That’s what you want, I have to learn to accept it but stop saying one thing and doing another. It’s not fair for either of us. Okay? I wish you the best with your life and I’m always going to love you. Don’t you ever forget that.” Before he could walk out that door, you gently called out his name. 
“I don’t want to leave you.” He released a frustrated sigh but stayed in his place, as if he wanted to hear the rest of what you had to say. 
“Y/n please don’t start—“ 
“I mean it. I don’t want to leave you Mark.” He turned around to face you and crossed his arms to prevent himself from reaching out to you. He didn’t know what you were thinking. Mark could read you like an open book. He knew when you were tired, hungry, bored, he knew when someone said something that upset you and he knew when you were about to cry. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to read you or your body language as of right now so he didn’t know what your next move would be. He wasn’t sure whether or not to put his guard up. 
“Then don’t.” You let out a sarcastic chuckle that sent a chill down his spine. It was obvious that you were no longer the happy-go-lucky college freshman he fell in love with all those years ago and he hated this cold person you turned in to. 
“If only it was that easy. If I had another choice, do you really think I would’ve packed up all my things with the intent of leaving? I’ve contemplated this for weeks Mark. It wasn’t an overnight decision. I had to write down the pros and cons of leaving. There were more pros then cons. I’m not myself anymore Mark. I have to leave you to find myself again. Okay? Maybe one day, if the universe feels like we are meant to be together, then we’ll find each other again. I have no doubt in my mind that you and I are soulmates. We need to live without each other to realize just how much we need one another.” 
He brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose and pinched it out of frustration. You were right. The only way the two of you would be okay again is if you spent time apart in order to realize you can’t be without the other person. “Fine. If that’s what you feel will help bring us together again, then I just have to go along with it. But if I go along with your wishes, you have to go along with mine.” He motioned for you to walk over to him and immediately pulled you back against his chest. “I want you hold me. Hold me as tightly as you can. Like you’re never going to let me go. Like I’m not going to wake up to an empty bed to—tomorrow morning.” Hearing his voice crack as he came to the realization that this was actually happening was heartbreaking. You squeezed him as hard as you could and left chaste kisses all around his face. 
The two of you stood there holding each other for what felt like hours. You wanted to hold him and be held by him for as long as time permitted you to do so. However, as you were about to continue your ministrations, he gently gripped your chin and lowered your face so that you were eye level with him. 
“I want to make love to you tonight. Is that okay?” You nodded quickly and he didn’t hesitate to pick you up by the back of your thighs and hoisted you up against his knee. He began to attack your collarbone with his lips all the while guiding you on top of the bed. He brought his knee in between your thighs and the feeling of the rough material from his dress pants against your core sent shivers down your spine. 
Mark started to run his hand back and forth along your thigh and continued to grind himself against your clothed entrance in order to get any sort of friction against his growing erection. His lips were hot against yours and his tongue was roughly attacking every corner in your mouth. He made it aware that he was definitely not going easy on you tonight. Mark wasn’t sure when he would be able to have you like this again, or if he would ever be able to love on your body like this again, so he wanted to make a memory the two of you would never forget. 
“Tell me what you want y/n.” You let out a wanton moan as he dragged his fingers agonizingly slow along your soaking folds. 
“You, I want you.” To your dismay, he stopped his movements altogether and softly caressed your cheek. 
“But you’re leaving me.” You were sure that the way he was looking at you, with tears forming in his eyes like a child who just got their favorite toy taken away from them was going to stay in your mind forever. 
“Mark, please don’t start.” He released a frustrated grunt before lowering himself on top of you and kissing you all around your face. 
“I’m sorry. Let me give you a reason to stay baby.” Mark was quick to remove your shirt and his fingers unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere across the room. “Such pretty titties. How did I go so long without them?” You giggled softly before your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head once he brought one of your breasts inside of his mouth. Breast play was one of your favorite parts of sex and Mark was always so generous when it came to loving on your beautiful mounds. His mouth was warm against your nipple, licking and swirling around the hardened bud while he pinched and twisted your other nipple with his fingers. Your hands absentmindedly made their way in to his hair, gently tugging on it the longer he spent sucking on your breasts. 
“Mmm—so good. Please don’t stop.” He continued his ministrations and you were so focused on him playing with your tits that you failed to notice his hand leave your nipple and make it’s way down to your clit. Feeling him pinch and flick your nub sent a pleasurable sensation to your core and you couldn’t help but release a breathy moan at how good it all felt. He yanked off both your pants and your underwear while he brought his fingers in to your cunt and began to pump them at a rough pace, not giving you any time to adjust or get comfortable. His fingers felt so good in your tight and velvety walls and you were sure by the way it felt and from past experiences that you could come by just his fingers alone. But that’s not what you wanted. 
If this was under different circumstances, you would want him to take time loving on your body like he used to. However, you needed to be one with him. You wanted him inside of you. Mark made it obvious that he had his plans of how tonight was going to go with the way he was taking control of everything but you wanted to do things your way. 
“Mark—as good as this all feels—mmm fuck—I need you inside of me. Now.” He pulled himself away from your chest and left a few kisses there before reconnecting your lips together but his fingers still had yet to leave your folds. 
“I want that too baby, but you have to be patient. I want to have you in all the ways that I possibly can. I’m going to eat this pretty pussy of yours, you’re going to choke on my dick as I force it down your tight little throat and then I’ll fuck you like my life depends on it. Got it?” You found yourself nodding at his command only because he sounded so sexy whenever he was rough and dominant with you. As he made his way down to your core, he started leaving wet, sloppy kisses all along your body and even began to make his mark with a couple of hickeys here and there. He ran his fingers alongside your hips and soon you felt his hot breath against where you needed him the most. To your dismay, he began to tease you, biting on the inside of your thighs and massaging them while kissing just about your clit. 
You knew exactly what he was doing and as much as you wanted to shove his head against your entrance so that he could relieve the burning sensation that was building in your tummy, you knew not to stop him from what he was doing. After a few moments of taking his time in dragging his hands along the lower half of your body, he finally licked a stripe along your folds earning himself a soft moan. An adorable chuckle fell from his lips as he began to eat you out like this was his last meal and the feeling made you wrap your legs around his neck. His pace was rough as he brought his tongue up and down your folds while nibbling and sucking on your clit. 
Mark was always extremely generous whenever it came to eating you out. He knew your likes, your dislikes, what could make you scream and squirm to his liking. He did whatever he could to make you sing for him. Knowing he would get you to be more vocal by doing so, he shoved his two fingers back inside of you while continuing to lick and suck on your folds. The sensation was mind blowing and you wanted him to both stop, and to go faster. Feeling you tug on his hair as he continued loving on your soaking pussy made him go even faster. One of Mark’s biggest weaknesses was hair pulling. Whenever you’d pull on his soft, curly locks as a way to control your burning desire, the sensation would send chills down his spine. 
It was obvious that you were close, your throaty moans and the way you were looking at him was proof enough that you were close to losing it and Mark took that as a sign to go all in. “M—Mark. Oh my God Mark—just like that. Your tongue and your fingers feels so good—I’m so close. Please—I want to come so badly.” Right as you felt him moan against your clit, you were releasing all over his tongue and screaming out in pleasure as he lapped up all of your juices. He took a few more moments sucking you clean before making his way back up to you and brought his fingers up to your mouth. 
“Open. Now suck. You naughty little girl. Tell me how it tastes. So fucking good right? My pretty princess, are you ready to choke on me now? You made me hard just by those sounds you were making as I ate you out. Did it feel good? I need words baby.” You sucked on his fingers as seductively as you could, tasting yourself on top of them and releasing them from your mouth with a loud pop. 
“So good. It felt and tasted amazing. You’re always so good to me Mark. I missed having your fingers inside of me. Let me take care of you now.” He didn’t even have to respond before you stole a sloppy kiss from the corner of his mouth and made your way down to your knees. Even from the beginning of your relationship, you always preferred giving head over receiving it. As good as Mark was to you whenever he went down on you, you loved the feeling of having his dick shoved down your throat. It was hard to explain, but you were sure having him get all rough and dominant with you was one of your biggest turn ons. Plus, hearing him grunt and groan about how good your mouth felt while he forced himself deeper down your throat always made you wet. You unzipped him from his pants and pulled them from his legs as quickly as you possibly could. 
Since it’s been so long since you’ve had him like this, you were eager to have him back in to your mouth again. A part of you wanted to tease him, you loved getting a rise out of him by only touching and stroking him because you knew how desperate he was to fuck your mouth. But this time was different. Knowing it was your last night together, you didn’t want to waste one minute of it doing unnecessary things. You placed a kiss against his clothed dick and palmed him for a few seconds just to give yourself a moment to breathe. Finally, you pulled him out of the constraints of his underwear and you couldn’t help but drool at the sight of his painfully hardened and extremely red cock. 
Mark was extremely well endowed. He was both long and thick, and although you were a firm believer that penises were extremely ugly, something about Mark’s would always make your mouth water. There were times where he had you beg to suck on his cock or to give him a hand job only because he knew how much you’d crave for it. You were quick to take it in your hand and licked a stripe against the slit earning you a soft moan. Then you began to circle your tongue around the tip knowing just how much Mark enjoyed it. You ran your thumb in between the slit as you began to lick stripes along the sides of his shaft and spit on it so it was lubricated enough to make it easier for you to pump him. As you began to bring your hand up and down his length, you looked up at him and licked your lips at the sight of him biting his bottom lip. The facial expressions he’d make while you’d suck him off were always so sexy. You continued to pump him although you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. 
“Baby—baby please. I need your mouth—let me—let me fuck your pretty mouth—ah shit.” Hearing Mark beg wasn’t something you weren’t used to. He would always beg if the situation called for it. As much as he hated being submissive, only because he loved being the one in control, he loved seeing you get rough and taking the lead sometimes. Finally after what felt like forever, you took as much of him as you possibly could in to your mouth while fondling with his balls. You could feel his tip touch the back of your throat and you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. His veins were throbbing against the sides of your cheeks and you brought your hands up to his thighs to support you as you continued your ministrations. The constant moans and curses that fell from his lips as you continued to bob your head back and forth sent warmth to your core. You loved getting to please Mark in any way that you could and hearing him admit how good your mouth felt made you mentally giggle. 
“F—Fuck. Your mouth y/n—holy shit. So wet—so warm—so tight—I’m gonna Fuck the shit out of your face now, is that okay?” The hum against his cock caused him to release a content sigh and before you knew it, his hands were at the base of your hair, tying a makeshift ponytail so that he could have a letter grip on your long locks. He didn’t give you much time to prepare yourself as he began to shove his cock down your throat even deeper than you were already taking him. You couldn’t help but choke on it, the force was too much for you to handle but you didn’t want him to stop. 
You continued to bob your head back and forth against him while sinking your nails in to the back of his thighs. His speed was relentless, it’s as if he was taking out all his anger and frustration from the thought of you leaving him on your mouth. He yanked your ponytail and pulled you off of him, making eye contact with you and you shivered at his animalistic he looked. 
“My beautiful little cockslut, how does it feel having my big cock shoved down this pretty little throat? It feels so fucking good to me. You’re so good at sucking me off baby. You look so pretty like this, so dirty. I wanna see something real quick.” Before you could ask him what he meant, he brought his finger back down to your clit and rubbed at your folds all but gently. “You’re soaking angel. Sucking my dick got you this wet? You love sucking me off don’t you? Look at me y/n. Look at me while I fuck this dirty mouth of yours.” He brought himself back in to your mouth and glided his hips full force till his tip was grazing your uvula. Seeing him throw his head back at how good you were blowing him was such a beautiful sight. You loved seeing the look of pleasure on Mark’s face as you sucked him dry. 
All too soon, you felt his warm, creamy liquid filling up your mouth and you did your best to milk him for everything he had. Once you were done, he pulled you up from off the ground and roughly brought your lips to his. “You are so fucking perfect y/n. God, what am I going to do without you?” You cupped his cheek and grazed his nose with your thumb. Although he just finished face fucking you, his worried and melancholic tone made your heart hurt. No matter how much fun you were having and how much you would miss being intimate with him; hell, just missing him in general, you had to leave him. It’s what you felt the two of you needed. Instead of allowing him to continue to make you feel guilty of breaking his heart, you pushed him down on the bed and removed his dress shirt; moaning softly to yourself when you saw his defined chest and growing six pack. 
It was obvious that the two of you haven’t had sex in a while, he was still working on getting more built the last time you had him writhing underneath you. Now, you were screwed. His arms were definitely bigger and you were excited to have him pin you down with his more toned biceps. But before you’d allow him to be on top, you wanted to give him a little treat of his own. “Let me ride.” He groaned when you got on top of his lap and hovered over him. Cowgirl was one of your favorite positions because you loved the feeling of bouncing up and down Mark’s cock and with the way he would hide himself in the crook of your neck to prevent himself from being too loud made it aware to you that he was just as much a fan as you were. 
You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before sitting right on top of his extremely hardened erection. To Mark’s dismay, you began to tease him, grinding yourself back and forth along his length but not doing anything to help the painful feeling of wanting more. His hands made their way down to your waist and he gripped gently, helping guide you back and forth before whispering gentle threats in to your ear. “Keep teasing me and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for the rest of the week princess. I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you, that’s a promise.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at how vulgar his words were and you finally did the both of yourselves a favor by guiding him to your entrance. 
You brought him along your folds to lubricate him enough before finally sinking on top of him. The two of you moaned in sync at how delicious the stretch felt. It’s been so long since he’s been in you and Mark considered calling himself a born again virgin. Your walls clenched around him and the older boy felt embarrassed because he was sure that he was going to come before actually getting to move. In between your thighs was Mark’s favorite place to be and he felt overwhelmed by how tight you were. 
“Fuck—shit—shit—I’m going to need you to do something baby—move y/n—move! Ahhh—just like that princess. Bounce on me—mmmmm.” You began to bounce on his cock at such a quick pace you’d give jack rabbits a run for their money. The sound of skin on skin slapping echoed throughout the room alongside of both your moans, whines and cusses of how good it felt fucking each other. Your ass clapped against his thighs as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with every thrust. Mark was a power bottom, even if you were on top he’d never let you do anything by yourself. He pinched and slapped at your ass while bringing one of your breasts in to his mouth and harshly sucking on it. His name fell off your lips like a mantra, you couldn’t get over how amazing this all felt. 
His fingers began to twist at your nipple while he began to bring the other one in between his teeth. Your hands made their way in to his hair, gently tugging at his scalp and you continued gyrating your hips against his. To your dismay, you felt Mark grabbing at your ass and lifting you up from off of his lap. He knew you were going to ask him what he was doing, so he flipped you over and tossed you on the bed while connecting your lips together. 
“I’m so fucking close and we’ve only been at this for fifteen minutes. I refuse to come in such a short amount of time and when I do come inside this pretty pussy of yours, I wanna see your face while I do it. Fuck, I will never get over how huge and beautiful your tits are. I would suck on them all day if I could. But now, now I want to fuck your brains and blow your back out. Ready for me baby?” You nodded quickly against his neck and he took no time to line himself up at your entrance before entering you and filling you up to the hilt. You hid your face in his chest and bit down on your hand to prevent yourself from screaming out at how erotic this all was, but he yanked your hand from out of your mouth and growled. 
“So fucking tight—don’t hide those pretty sounds baby. Let everyone know whose fucking you this good. Scream my name y/n. Let the neighbors know who this pussy belongs to.” His pace was rough and very quick as he began to bury himself inside of you. The headboard started to hit up against the wall and you were sure you’d be hearing complaints and knocks against the walls pretty soon with how loud the two of you were being. He brought your legs up on to his shoulders because he knew he could hit you deeper in this position. His cock felt so good against your core with each and every thrust and he brought his finger up to your clit, flicking and pinching at your already swollen nub. 
“M—Mark—holy shit Mark—mmmmm—so big—so good—faster please—I need you to go faster.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. His balls began to hit the back of your ass and you couldn’t help but to scratch his back in response to how insane it was driving you. Sweat was building up on both of your bodies and the room wreaked of sex. He started to pepper your face with kisses and smiled at you gently causing your heart to flutter. To your confusion, he motioned for you to drop your legs and brought himself deeper in to your thighs. He reached up at your hands and intertwined while slowing down his pace. 
“Y/n.” You didn’t want to make eye contact with him because you knew you would tear up if you were to look at him, but you found yourself staring up at him anyway. He brushed back some of your hair and left a chaste kiss on your lips before gazing at you. The animalistic look in his eye was no longer there. It was now softer, more gentle and you could’ve sworn you saw a tear fall from his cheek. 
“I love you. With every single bone and breath in my body. For today, tomorrow and I’m sure the rest of my life, I will love you and only you. Please—please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you. You’re the reason for my existence, you’re the cause of the smile on my face. My heart, it only beats for you. I love you—I love you—so fucking much—I love you.” With each and every thrust, confessions of love and pleas to not leave him fell from his pretty lips. His eyes never left yours once and the only time he let go of your hand was to wipe the tears that came down the longer the two continued to relinquish in what was left of your love. With the way his cock was throbbing in between your legs, you knew he was close and you weren’t too far away. He connected your lips together and before you knew it, you were being filled with his cum. 
“Come on baby, let go for me.” His words alone brought you to sheer ecstasy and you were releasing not too long after him. He plopped himself on top of you and the two of you just laid there in silence, just basking in the other’s presence. His heartbeat was loud against your chest and you were sure he could hear yours too. He ran his fingers through your hair and left soft kisses among it. After lying with each other for a few moments, Mark decided the two of you were in desperate need of a shower. 
“God, I will never get over how beautiful you are. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” In Mark’s words, “lets get you cleaned up” meant another round in your shower. He had you up against the wall while he fucked in to you from behind and once you were done, he took you up against the fridge and on top of the couch. If this was going to be your last night together, he was going to make the most of it. The two of you were exhausted after hours of passionate and extremely steamy love making so Mark helped you change in to one of his shirts and tucked you in to bed before finishing getting himself ready to go to sleep. 
The tears were hot on your cheeks as you waited for him to join you. Is this how it was going to be without him? The bed was  cold and empty and so was your heart. Could you really live without him? When he finally rejoined you in bed, he was quick to pull you against his bare chest and wrapped his arms around your lower back. He smashed his cheek against yours and released an exasperated sigh. “Stay with me tonight, please.” You hesitantly nodded before placing a light kiss on his chest. “Do you have a place to stay?”
“Yeah, my sister offered me to live with her until I find a place of my own.”
“You don’t have to do this you know, you could stay. I can fix this. We can be okay again—“ the soft pinch on his bicep told him otherwise. 
“Can we pretend like none of this is happening and just hold each other and talk—“
You were quick to pick up on the way his brows were furrowing and how he let go of your waist in order to clench his fist. He sighed heavily before interrupting you, the anger in his voice sent chills down your spine. 
“How the fuck am I supposed to pretend like nothing’s wrong y/n? You’re leaving me! You’re not giving us a chance! You’re running away from your problems, from me. Am I supposed to be all happy, sunshine and rainbows when you’re breaking my fucking heart? No way. Let’s be real here y/n. Once you leave, there’s no turning back. We will never be the same. We’ll be strangers again. Like we didn’t plan out our lives together. Like you aren’t the one I plan on spending the rest of my life with. It’s like I mean nothing to you. Like the last four years of our relationship meant nothing to you.” 
Hearing him choke on his words again made your heart hurt. Mark was always the strong one in your relationship. Although he was sensitive, he hardly ever cried in front of you because he never wanted to seem weak. He’s admitted to you that he would cry after the two of you would argue, but not once have you ever seen him cry in front of you. You lovingly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He must’ve had the same mindset as you and pushed the negative thoughts to the back of his mind. 
“Can we—still be friends?” He gave you a knowing look while shaking his head. 
“You and I both know there’s no way we can be just friends. Not after everything we’ve been through. Not when I still have feelings for you and I probably always will. How am I supposed to look at you and resist the urge to want to pull you in my embrace and kiss you with everything I have? There’s no way. I’m sorry. If I can’t have you in my life as my girlfriend, then there’s no point of having you at all.” He grazed your cheek with his thumb. “Do you really think this is the end for us y/n? Do you not see yourself spending the rest of your life with me like I do with you?”
“Of course I do Mark. All I want and could ever want is you. Everything we planned for ourselves, our future, the house with a big yard and our kids running around, I want all of that. I just need some time. Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” He placed his chin on your shoulder and left a soft kiss there. 
“We don’t have much time left together. Let’s make the most of it shall we?” The two of you stayed up for a few hours reminiscing on your time together and updated each other on what was going on in your lives that the other didn’t know about. Since both you and Mark were spent from making love to one another, it didn’t take him long to fall asleep. You however, decided to take this time to adore Mark while you still could. You brought your fingers up to his face and traced his features as softly as you could in fear of waking him up. Mark was a sight for sore eyes. He was breathtakingly handsome and the fact that he was extremely kind, generous and golden hearted made him all the more attractive than he already was. 
You wish things could be different. If only your mind would allow you to believe that he was going to change. That things would be different but deep down, you knew there was a huge chance he was all talk. He would treat you right and make things better, but it wouldn’t last long. Your heart could no longer handle this rollercoaster you called a relationship. 
After being selfish and taking as much time as you could in his arms, you tried your best to take his arm off of your waist without waking him. Then you grabbed a pair of sweats and made your way in to the bathroom to change, not wanting to make a sound and end up waking the sleeping figure you were trying to get away from. You debated on whether or not you should change out of his shirt, you knew you would end up crying every time you were to look at it but you decided to keep it. You loved Mark’s smell, it was addicting. Just as you were finished, you snuck back in to the room and began to write him a quick note and placed it on your pillow then you went to his side of the bed and placed a long kiss on his lips. 
“I love you so much Mark. You’re mine and I’m yours. Never forget it.” You took one more look at him and forced yourself to hold back your sobs. Your adorable little puppy Milo came running towards you when he noticed you making your way towards the door with all your bags. You knelt down and playfully ruffled his fur. “I’m going to miss you Mai. Take care of daddy for me would you?”
When Mark woke up the next morning to a more vacant bed, he began to panic although he knew there was a huge chance that you left already. That’s how you were, whenever you put your mind to something, you always went through with it. Breaking up with Mark was no different. He allowed the tears and his muffled cries to fill up the room as he began to scream in to his pillow. Why did he have to fall asleep? He could’ve stopped you if he tried a little harder. It was in the moments where he was throwing his fists around that he felt something crunch under the sheets. He picked up your note and his sobs only got louder as he began to read what you had to say.
My dearest Mark,
If you’re reading this, I have already taken my things and left. We’ll find each other again one day and until then, live your best life and take care of yourself. I’m sorry things had to end this way, but I needed to do this for myself. Just because I’m leaving you doesn’t mean I stopped loving you. Don’t you ever question my love for you okay? I love you more than you will ever know.
Forever yours,
Y/n
They say if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it’s yours forever. If not, then it was never meant to be.
Let this be our lesson in love Let this be the way we remember us I don't wanna be cruel or vicious And I ain't asking for forgiveness All I ask isIf this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again?
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smol-and-trashy · 3 years
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Another JJBA vore fic? It’s more likely than you’d think (Vento Aureo)
A/N: I was going to write more, but died in the process. There might be another chapter after this... let’s see. Here’s some giorno vore because i hate myself ahah. It’s super OOC. GioGio’s canon fave food is chocolate and pudding sooooo….sorry for writing this. :) 
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Guido Mista was a man who preferred to live life stress-free. While betraying the mafioso boss wasn’t exactly the definition of living a peaceful life, when had his life since joining the Passione been totally easygoing? Ultimately, he trusted Bruno’s decision and followed suit. 
However, waking up in the dark amidst a sea of stickiness was more than he bargained for. Mista tried shifting his arms, but with each bit of movement, the substance would get heavier. His thick brows furrowed; whatever he was trapped in looked like mud, but... he sniffed. It had a cloyingly sweet aroma to it, almost chocolatey. That didn’t make sense though, did that punk the boss sent have a Stand able to turn liquid into food and then use it to trap their opponents? He couldn’t recall. Normally, he would prefer to not think of such troubles, deeming them as unnecessary worries, but being alone in strange terrain can do a number to a person’s mental state.
From what he could remember of the fight, the man they fought had some kind of defensive Stand. It shot some sort of unscented gas in his face before proceeding to punch him each time he tried getting near. He must’ve been off that day because even his Sex Pistols kept missing the man, he tried redirecting them, but they landed in various areas, everywhere but his target. Narancia was having the same problem, which made Mista begin to believe that this man had some kind of bullet defensive Stand instead. The only people who were able to get a solid hit on the user were Buccellati and Giorno. Though, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember who made the final blow. Was I knocked out? Mista remembered bleeding from his head and shoulders but never actually slipping unconsciousness. Shit, he must’ve been more formidable than I thought! Least we got him though! 
However, when Mista attempted to reach a hand to check if he were still bleeding or to at least wipe the crusted blood off, he found himself still unable to move his arms. They were submerged in the depths of the chocolate mud, he tried to at least wriggle his fingers, but the substance was unyielding. 
“Yo! Buccellati? Narancia? Giorno? Trish? Anybody?” he tried shouting but received no response. If he listened carefully, he could hear muffled voices around him, but no one was actively trying to break open his prison. Maybe they’re working on it? Or maybe I’ve been captured, and it’s one of the boss’ men around me? C’mon guys, where are you?
Suddenly, something metallic came from the sky and ripped the dark ceiling off. Mista’s heart jumped to his throat at the sight of a gigantic white-clothed table with various dishes surrounding his now broken prison. He could hear something shuffle from far above, and Mista looked up, way up, obsidian eyes comically widening as he caught a glimpse of a familiar pink suit and golden hair: everything began to click. 
Above was Giorno Giovanna, under ordinary circumstances, he would’ve welcomed the sight of his friend, but the young blond before him appeared to be reaching monstrous heights. 
His breath hitched as the metal spoon came closer, slowly digging near his shrunken body. How he wanted to maintain his cool, pretend like he wasn’t in any danger, and that Giorno would notice him with ease, but even for him, that was unrealistic. The teen’s sea blue eyes glazed over him, focusing more on a conversation from above than his dessert. Mista’s stomach turned, for someone as overly cautious as Giorno, especially after betraying the boss, he had to let his guard down at the worst possible moment. Mista couldn’t help but to let out a bitter bark of laughter, he could always count on his stroke of luck to get him into the strangest situations. 
“Oi Giorno! Look down!” While his hands were glued to his sides from the thickness of the pudding, he still had his voice. However, Giorno showed no indication of hearing him, not even taking a moment to look down as he took another truck-sized scoop of the pudding, thankfully missing Mista. 
“Watch it! This isn’t funny, man!” he snapped, desperation swirling with fear while his heart thrummed against his chest. How Giorno couldn’t see his blue hat contrasting with the creamy brown of the pudding was beyond him. 
“C’mon Giorno, please look down! I don’t wanna die!” 
He received no response from above, only the spoon coming back down. This time catching Mista and dragging the terrified gunslinger above. Time slowed down as Mista was brought up, moving past the teenager’s partially open chest and finally halting in front of slightly parted lips. 
Mista prayed that one of the other team Buccellati members could see his pathetic wriggles on Giorno’s spoon. Both Buccellati and Giorno had always been absurdly perceptive; they had to notice that Mista was amiss. Even though the latter was about to unintentionally kill him, they had to notice something was off!
While he couldn’t see much beyond the oversized blond and globs of pudding, his prayers were answered from a deep, familiar voice nearby: 
“Has anyone seen Mista?” Bruno inquired, and Mista thanked God, finally someone had noticed his absence! 
“Oh! He’s still passed out on the couch like a baby!” Narancia interjected. 
“In the turtle?” 
“Yeah—!”
There was a long pause, and Giorno thankfully lowered the spoon back down. Mista assumed one of them was peering inside the turtle’s pocket dimension. 
“Oh, it does look like he’s sleeping there. Giorno, you weren’t able to heal all of his wounds?” 
“He was badly beaten, he should be fully recovered in about an hour.” Giorno sounded apologetic, while the tiny brunette was about to have another panic attack.
What?! How could he be inside the turtle when he was clearly stuck in Giorno's pudding? 
The spoon shifted and rose up again, Mista’s blood froze. He was really going to die, and no one would notice he was gone. While he would be stewing away inside Giorno, they would believe he was healing from the previous fight. How could this happen? 
Unwittingly trapped in his increasingly negative thoughts, Mista didn’t even notice he was already pressed up to Giorno's lips. His eyes shot wide, cruelly brought back to his unfortunate reality. Before he could even utter a scream, he was promptly shoved inside the humid maw, darkness flooding his vision. 
As the light closed in, framed by rows of teeth and strings of saliva, Mista felt his stomach turn over. The sopping, crowded cavern of Giorno’s mouth was an experience Mista would rather die than relive. He was tossed and thrown about inside the stuffy mouth; trying to avoid sharp teeth from chewing him to bits but it seemed like the more he tried to struggle, the more soaked in saliva he got. Eech, this is so freaking disgusting! 
The tongue beneath him shifted and threw Mista towards the back of the throat along with the rest of the chewed-up muck. With a simple flick of the tongue, Mista was sucked down the crushing throat. 
He felt like a tube of toothpaste, squeezed until there was nothing left in him. The powerful muscles of Giorno’s esophagus were relentlessly crushing his tiny form. There was no room to squirm, so his cheeks were squished to the slimy, contracting walls. As Mista descended further down into the teen’s chest, he could hear a heavy, even heartbeat causing thumping vibrations all around him like an internal bass. 
For what seemed like hours, Mista was slowly descending down the tight gullet. He could hear the groans and grumbles of the acid pit below, and as he was about to let out a yell in retaliation, he found himself released from the suffocating constraints of the esophagus. 
Mista struggled in mid-air, one hand grasped on his hat while the other flailing about before dropping into a dark sea of stomach juices and masticated mush. Not taking a second to process his new environment, Mista swam to the nearest wall, banging and pleading to be released. The hot juices splashed at his bare midriff, while the walls constricted around him, unsure what exactly to do with him. He was thrown to the other side of the stomach, gasping for air, clean air, as he clawed onto the nearest wall, trying to maintain some balance, but failing as the stomach lurched unexpectedly and he fell face-first into the juices. 
“C’mon man!” he cries out, hoisting himself up and unsuccessfully trying to wipe off the gastric juices.
Mista sharply inhales, the creeping feeling of disgust cried under his skin, but he shoved it down; there had to be a way to get Giorno’s attention. He was not going to go down like this. 
Dark eyes nervously avert to his gun, his hands waver over the weapon. He didn’t want it to come down like this, but if there was no release in sight, and Giorno still had no idea where he was—what if he doesn’t realize by the time I become a pile of bones? Swallowing heavily and raising his gun, he takes a deep breath and finally pulls the trigger. Sorry, Giorno. 
“Sex Pistols!” 
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Pressing a hand to his flat stomach, Giorno paused, trying not to let his anxieties spike. If there were Stands who could spread viruses, produce mirror worlds, or even shrink themselves and others, surely there was a possibility that someone’s Stand may have infiltrated his own body. Giorno’s lips curled in revulsion. Activating Golden Experience, he tested for another soul. He knew the rest of the team were now shooting him perplexing looks and whispers at the notion of him bringing out his Stand, but right now, he didn’t care, he had to focus. Sure enough, he detected another life inside him. Giorno swallowed hard, trying to contain both his fear and anger into a mask of passive indifference. Useless, how could I let my guard down? It was an extreme invasion of his privacy and he wanted nothing more but to get this thing out as soon as possible. Now, it was more a matter on how to go about removing the Stand. He knew nothing about it other than it was currently inside him and wreaking havoc on his insides. Giorno had no idea if it was planting any explosives or plotting mind control from within. 
He looked up, finally facing the confused, worried faces of his comrades.
“…Is everything okay, Giorno?” Buccellati finally broke the silence, calm, slightly concerned blue eyes stared into Giorno’s uneasy blues. 
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lady-divine-writes · 3 years
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Kurtbastian one-shot “Surprise Guest Stars” (Rated PG13)
Summary: Chaos ensues when some uninvited performers show up to Thomas's Christmas pageant ... (2221 words)
Notes: Blaine friendly. Assume this happens in a world that hasn’t met Covid yet. A re-write for @kbweek2020 Day 4 prompt Parents.
Part 60 of Daddies.
Read on AO3.
“You tell him!” Sebastian whispers. 
“No, you tell him!” Blaine whispers back fervently - a huge fail if he was trying to keep Kurt from hearing him. For a man who’s been working in theater professionally since college, how could Blaine forget that Kurt would be able to hear him from every corner of the stage? Rule number one of working backstage - no shushing and no whispering.
“Why me?” Sebastian asks.
“Because you’re his husband! You have a child together! If I tell him, detectives will never find my body! He won’t hurt you!”
“Yeah, right. Wanna bet?”
“Sure. Can you break a hundred?”
“For God’s sake!” Kurt snaps, too overwhelmed this close to curtain to handle anything that might go hand-in-hand with those two and their whisper fighting. “Would one of you just tell me what the heck is going on? What are you arguing about?”
Sebastian looks at Blaine, waiting for him to give Kurt the explanation he’s demanding while Sebastian searches for a place to hide. He’s out of luck when Blaine catches him off guard with a huge shove towards center stage right in the path of the steely-eyed man walking aggressively toward them, the thick heels of Kurt's Jimmy Choo loafers pounding against the wood floorboards marking down the remaining seconds of their lives.
Blaine may have made his living on the stage, but Kurt takes theater much more seriously than he ever has.
“We might have a problem,” Sebastian says.
“What? What problem!? It’s fifteen minutes to showtime! Don’t talk to me about problems!”
“O … okay ...” Sebastian smiles sheepishly, splaying his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “Let’s call it a hiccup then.”
“A hiccup is a safety-gated synonym for problem, and I refuse to accept that there are any problems.”
“And yet, we still have one.”
Kurt sighs, throwing a hand to his forehead to shield his already blooming headache from whatever stupidity this is, and ends up smacking himself with his clipboard. “Fine!” he groans, rubbing the sore spot. “What is it!?”
“Look up there.” Sebastian reaches out to take his husband’s shoulder and redirect his attention. But after considering the possibility of getting his hand bitten off - a hand that will become most important if Kurt decides to never sleep with him again after this - he motions with his chin instead.
“Up where?”
“Up … up there. In the Christmas tree.”
“What? Is Mrs. Popson complaining that the ornaments are unbalanced again? Are we going to have to re-Feng Shui the lights to better complement her third graders’ angel piglets?” Kurt allows himself a snicker as he follows Sebastian’s instructions and gazes up. Eight dozen ridiculous things have happened so far, and their little pageant has yet to even open. That’s probably all this is - something ridiculous. A minor inconvenience blown way out of proportion.
At least, that’s what it had better be.
But as he peers through the branches of their picturesque twelve-foot Fraser fir, he realizes no. This isn’t a little thing. It’s a rather large thing. So large, he wonders how come he didn’t notice it before now.
“Oh … shit,” he mutters.
“It's Blaine's fault. I didn't see it until he pointed it out,” Sebastian says, passing the blame off on an offended Blaine and leaping quickly aside in case this revelation has consequences. 
“This,” Kurt hisses, jabbing a finger upward, "is why I told you I wanted an artificial tree for the Christmas pageant! Where did we get this thing anyway?”
“It was donated by Father Bruno at St. Adalbert’s Parish to show support for the school's LGBTQ+ inclusive program. He went out to the woods and cut it down himself!”
“Right!” Kurt folds his arms over his chest. “He probably planned this! Did it on purpose to sabotage our pageant! You can’t trust the Catholics! Don’t I always say that!?”
Sebastian looks at Blaine, and a confused Blaine looks back, each wondering if this is some inside remark directed at the other.
“No!” Sebastian pulls a face. “I have never heard you say that!”
“Well, you can’t,” Kurt sniffs. “And whether I said it or not, it’s generally implied.”
“I don’t think the man did this on purpose,” Blaine says, but does so in that soothing tone he used so often on Kurt in high school. A bad decision, Blaine realizes, the moment Kurt's head pivots his way, and he sees everything from Kurt’s neck to his scalp turn a bright, crayon red.
“Really!? Then let me ask you this - during the time it took the good father to cut this tree down and drag it over here, he never once noticed there was not one, not two, but three nests inside!?”
“I guess not! But neither did y---we,” Sebastian corrects, his life flashing before his eyes when he comes close to implying his husband is at fault. “We got the tree last minute. I guess they slipped through the cracks.”
“Obviously.” Kurt closes his eyes and drops his head, searching for an answer in the dark behind his lids.
Five minutes.
By now, they only have five minutes. He hears the children lining up with their teachers backstage while he and his husband argue. But they need to stop arguing and come up with a solution.
Fast!
He takes a deep breath in and exhales out, the inklings of a plan forming in his head.
“It’s okay,” he says, reassuring himself more than anyone, the headache simmering behind his eyes threatening to become a full-blown migraine. “It’s going to be okay. They haven’t let the parents in yet. They’re still in line outside. We can fix this. We can still fix this. We can move them, right? Just … shimmy up there and get them down?”
Blaine and Sebastian shoot each other anxious looks. This time, Blaine starts, choosing to jump on the grenade for Sebastian. “Uh … no. We can’t.”
“Yes, we can,” Kurt counters, over-enunciating consonants through teeth clenched so hard they’re about to pop from his skull. “Figure out a way to skitter up there and pluck them out. It can’t be too difficult.”
“I’m sorry, Kurt …”
“Or come at them from above. You can reach down from the catwalk. That might work out better seeing as they’re so high up.”
“No, Kurt …”
“We’re not going to hurt them,” Kurt interjects as if that might be the big hold up. “We’re going to relocate them.”
“Kurt …”
“There’s a cat carrier in the fifth-grade room,” Kurt continues desperately, unsure why it is this can’t be done, why Blaine can't say, "Brilliant, Kurt! I'll get right on that!" He’s seen people do it before. The Crocodile Hunter (God rest his soul) rescued birds left and right. That nice Officer Kevin from the SPCA who rescued the deranged pigeon from his father's auto body shop. And wasn’t there a famous Vine where some guy got an owl out of his kitchen using a broom? It can’t be that difficult. “We’ll toss them in there for the time being and then …”
“Kurt!” Blaine cuts in, raising his voice a tad higher than advisable considering the situation. “We can’t move them!”
Kurt's glare nearly takes the top of Blaine's head clean off. “And why can’t we?”
“Because those aren’t just any birds.” The three men look up at the exact moment nine fluffy faces peek over the edges of their nests and look down, probably wondering what all the commotion below is about. “Those are loggerhead shrikes.”
Kurt and Sebastian both look at their friend with confusion on their faces.
“How do you know that?” Sebastian asks.
Kurt puts a hand on his husband’s shoulder and shakes his head. “That question is going to require a longer answer than we have time for. Plus, there are children in the building. Just accept that Blaine has a thing about birds.” 
"PG? Or R?" Sebastian asks, needing clarification regardless.
"Try X," Kurt says in a lowered voice.
Sebastian looks at a blushing Blaine with wide, disgusted, but somewhat amused eyes.
"Continue," Kurt says, "from the part where you tell us why these birds are about to ruin our pageant.”
“Loggerhead shrikes are threatened. That means they’re protected. We can’t move them ourselves. We might not be able to move them at all without taking the tree with them.”
Kurt’s eyes bug. “We can’t … we can’t … the tree!? Oh great! This keeps getting better and better!”
“Relax.” Sebastian takes the risk and puts a hand on Kurt’s shoulder. He tries to massage it, but it’s hard as a rock. “It’s okay. We can still sort this out.”
“And how do you suggest we do that!? Huh!? Our Christmas pageant, which your son is starring in by the way, and is supposed to start in …” Kurt spins around in search of a clock. When he can’t see the one on the far wall, ironically because of the tree, he fishes his cell phone out of his pocket and checks the screen. His eyes bug out farther “… two minutes! has been hijacked by birds!”
“Look, Kurt, they’ve been chill so far. Maybe we can have the pageant with them there and move them after. Problem solved.”
“Yeah,” Kurt agrees optimistically, trying to force his heart to slow down, seeing how, with no time to spare, this could be a feasible option. “You're right! We’ll let them stay! Problem solved! I mean, what’re a few birds? It doesn’t look like they can even fly yet. And they’re cute! They’ll add realism. They won’t be any trouble.”
“Not exactly,” Blaine says, and Kurt has never wanted to punch him in the face so hard in his life. Wait … come to think about it, there may have been one or two other times. “There may be a whole other bigger problem.”
“And that is?”
“Those are babies. Juveniles, specifically. I don’t see any moms. Or dads for that matter.”
“I know I’m going to regret asking this,” Kurt moans, resigned to whatever fate Blaine’s knowledge is about to bestow upon them, “but … that’s a problem why?”
“Because loggerhead shrikes are protective. Being separated from their chicks, the parents will get aggressive. Also, if the babies don’t know where their parents are and they get nervous …” A series of jarring screeches interrupt Blaine’s explanation. Kurt glares up at the birds, mouths open wide, cawing loudly into the air. Blaine points up. “They’ll do that.”
“Great!” Kurt yelps, at the end of his rope. “So we have potentially agro birds loose in the theater, baby birds that spontaneously scream bloody murder, and a play set to start in half-a-minute, which we may have to postpone indefinitely in case we need to call animal control - do I have that right?”
“Basically, yes.”
“Well, skippidy do! Is there anything else!? Anything at all you’ve forgotten to tell me!? Because what else could possibly go wrong!?”
The doors at the back of the auditorium fly open, and Kurt blanches, knowing that right then and there, his question is about to be answered.
“Kurt! Sebastian!” the assistant principal yells, looking a little too much like Tippi Hedren in The Birds for anything good to come from her sudden appearance. “Come quick! It’s an emergency!”
“What? What, what, what is it now!?” Kurt asks, sounding less than sympathetic.
“Insane birds are dive-bombing parents in line outside! Three people have already been pecked! Everyone is scattering!”
With the auditorium doors thrown open, Kurt can hear the panicked yells of parents banging on the steel doors outside, begging to be let in. Above that, the shrieking of the birds searching for their babies echo through the halls, their screams so high-pitched and piercing, they make their way through the thick stone walls and double-layered storm windows. Hearing their parents’ cries, the baby birds respond, frantically flapping their wings in an effort to take flight themselves and reach them.
Bitterly Kurt thinks all of his problems might be solved if they give it a go, plummet to the ground, and break their little birdie necks.
How un-festive of him.
Sebastian looks at his done-in husband. “Do you want me to go outside and handle this one alone?”
“No.” Kurt straightens his back, squares his shoulders, hands his clipboard over to Blaine, and makes for the stairs to the stage, head held high like a gladiator going off to fight an unwinnable war. “I’ll go. Blaine? Tell the teachers … there’s been a bit of a delay.”
“Will do,” Blaine says, leaving the stage with a solemn salute and a sigh of relief.
“And Sebastian?”
“Yes?” Sebastian says, falling in behind his husband, unwilling to let him walk off into the bird battle alone.
“Do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“The next time I ask what could possibly go wrong - gag me.”
“Absolutely.” Sebastian smirks, preparing to die on the hill of bringing a smile back to his husband’s face. “Just so I can plan appropriately … will you be asking that anytime tonight, perchance? Because I can get a babysitter and rent a room in about five seconds.”
“Great,” Kurt replies humorlessly. “Do that. Let’s pray I’ll have enough blood left in my body to enjoy it.”
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May I request sleeping beauty with Maleficent!Diavolo and Princess!s/O?
You sure can lol. Anyway I hope all of you are safe in these tough times and I'm gonna try and upload more often on behalf of those who are in quarantine, besides I don't think it'll be long until our country does.
Nightmare
(yandere Maleficent! Diavolo X Female Reader)
The evil fairy's curse was indeed a cruel one. He had cursed you at birth to an eternal slumber if you were to by any chance prick your finger on a spindle, which would be destined to happen at some stage.
He was the ruler of the enchanted forest in which no mortal was to enter, yet you had just broken the sacred rule and you now stood before him.
"Diavolo I don't know if you know who I am but-" you said as you before the fuchsia haired male only for him to cut you off.
"Oh but I do dear (Y/n), I've been watching you for many years" the male said as he rested his head on his palm as he sat upon his throne of thorns.
"I suppose you cut down my wall of thorns to get here?" He asked.
"No... I climbed it" you explained as you showed him the cuts on your body.
"I came here to ask that you remove my curse" you said as you looked into his glowing emerald eyes.
"And why would I do that?" He asked in a voice filled with venom.
"I thought that you may of had a change of heart after all these years" you replied.
"Is that all, you just thought that I'd change my mind!" He hissed, he felt insulted by the words that came out of your mouth.
"Please I'm begging you, I've become nothing more then a trophy to whoever slays you" you pleaded as you got on your knees. Scowl formed on the male's face as he heard of your predicament, he couldn't deny that all those years of stalking had only made him grow fond of you, not to mention the gift of beauty which Bruno had cast upon you had definitely shone through.
"I wish to live my own life, I'd do anything for you to remove the curse!" You plead as tears stream down your face. His scowl then turned into a twisted smile, your words were tantalising like sweet honey.
He stood up from his throne and circled you like a predictor about to pounce on his prey.
"I'm afraid no magic can break the curse, however I may have a way to prevent you falling victim to your curse" he stated.
"(Y/n) don't accept his offer!" A familiar voice yelled. You quickly turned behind to see your godfather Bruno with a spotted pair of wings you'd never seen before.
"Don't interfere Bruno, this is her decision to make!" Diavolo yelled at the ravenette as thorns began to tangle around him.
"You and your pose are nothing but traitors to this forest, you gave your lives to work for those filthy humans" Diavolo growled before looking back at you.
"How do I avoid this curse?" You asked as you looked back into the males sinister eyes, causing you to tremble.
"Oh my sweet are you scared of me? I thought you had been gifted bravery from Leone" the male cooed as he rubbed your shoulders.
"Bravery isn't a lack of fear, rather it is the power to stand up and face your fears" you explained.
"So can you answer my question?"
"Oh so demanding" Diavolo scolded like a mother as he brushed a few stray strands of your hair back.
"All you need to do is say you love me, you can live in my forest as my queen... You'll never have to worry about a silly little spindle in here" he cooed in such a sweet loving voice.
"Just tell me those three sweet words and I'll protect you" the man said before four more familiar figures appeared with wings you'd never seen before.
"(Y/n) you need to run away!" Narancia yelled.
Diavolo clicked his tongue in disapproval as he saw each of his former servant, the fairies that had betrayed him after your birth.
"You all don't understand, I'm giving dear (Y/n) a chance to escape the curse she has" he explained trying to justify himself.
"No you're just coxing her into your trap!" Fugo yelled.
"Don't listen to them dear, they don't know what's best for you" he said as he caressed your cheeks and made you look up at him.
"Just say it... Tell me that you love me" he cooed before you pushed away from him.
"I'm sorry but I can't, I told you before I wanted to live my own life" you explained.
Diavolo let out a discontent sigh as he let Bruno go.
"You all will take (Y/n) out of the forest but if you ever dare to enter my forest again I will show you no mercy" he sighed as he sat back on his throne.
Of course the male was angered by your rejection but he tried his best not to let it bother him, after all he'd have you when the curse finally took effect.
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"(Y/n) after all these years I can't believe that you entered the enchanted forest!" You godfather or fairy godfather now had scolded as you were held up by Abbaccio as they took you out of the enchanted forest.
"What even gave you the idea to-"
"I found all of the letters... I know about the curse and I know that I'm a princess, I also know that my father is going to marry me off to whoever slays Diavolo" you explained.
"You shouldn't of just gone into the forest, who know what he could have done to you!" Mista said as he hovered with his red and blue wings.
"Yeah" Narancia agreed before doing a loop.
"I mean I can't complain thou, I can finally fly again" he continued.
You looked down at the ground far below, noticing that you passed the small cottage you all had lived in for all you life.
"Wait guys you just missed the cottage!" You yelled.
"We're not going to the cottage, we need to take you to the castle" Abbaccio said.
"Why?" You asked
"This close encounter with him has put you in danger" Bruno explained.
"We're taking you to the castle so you can be guarded" he continued as you saw a large castle looming on the sunset horizon.
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"Bruno does my father love me?" You asked as he brushed your hair while you sat on your bed.
"Of course he does, why else would he have entrusted your safety with us?" Bruno replied.
"It's just... He seemed rather unhappy when he saw me" you explained.
"He's just worried about you" he explained.
"Now just wait here a moment, I'll get a ribbon to tie up your hair" he said as he put the brush down on you bedside table before standing up and leaving the room.
You waited for Bruno to return for what seemed like hours. You watched the sunset disappear from the sky and the temperature seemed to drop drastically. You began to shiver and you saw your hot breath nearly freeze.
"Follow us" a ghostly choir of voices sung. You tried to ignore the voices as best as you could until your body seemed to move on it's own.
You entered a trance like state as you left your room, following the demands of the voices inside of your head. You couldn't hear anyone who called out your name, nor could they stop you.
You searched the whole castle in a zombie like state until you happened upon a door. You placed your hand on the knob and turned it slowly as you opened it, revealing a cloaked figure who sat weaving string with a spindle. You approached slowly and the figure looked up before vanishing, only leaving their cloak behind.
"Oh my dear (Y/n)" the dark fairy sung in your ear with a sultry tone as his arms wrapped around your body.
"The time has come my dear... Tonight will be the beginning of your eternal slumber" he continued as he kissed your cheek. You gave him no response as you were still trapped in a trance.
"You shouldn't have any worries, I'll make sure to keep you safe" he cooed as he pulled you forward.
"This will be the beginning of our eternity" he said before kissing your lips and pressing your finger on the needle of the spindle. You body soon went limp and your eyes shut, never to open again.
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Bruno's face paled as he saw a bolt of pink lightning and heard the roar of thunder. He knew what had happened in only a few minutes of leaving you, you have succumb to your curse.
"Bruno, (Y/n)-!" Narancia yelled with tears in his eyes as he opened the door, he couldn't bare to even finish his sentence.
"I know..." Bruno muttered.
"Where is Mista, Abbaccio and Fugo?" Bruno asked.
"They're already looking for her, the servants told me she was walking in a subconscious state throughout the castle" Narancia replied.
"I'll look for her too" Bruno said as he followed Narancia out of the room before they split up to look through as many rooms as possible until he found you in the arms of the dark fairy.
"What are you going to do with her?" Bruno only just managed to say. Diavolo turned his head and looked at the ravenette with his evil eyes.
"You no longer need to worry about (Y/n)" he replied in a monotone voice.
"Yes I do, I have been the one to nurture here for her whole life so I have a right to know!" He hissed. The dark fairy only rolled his eyes before snickering.
"I'm taking her as my bride-"
"She will never love you!" Bruno cut Diavolo off.
"You may think that Bruno but she can't refuse me if she's in this state" he cackled making Bruno want to gag at what he was insinuating.
"Now Bruno a little fairy like you and your group should start helping the humans escape this castle before it becomes my domain. After all unlike me your breed is forbidden to kill so you can't possibly fight me" the male continued with an evil grin, forcing the ravenette to flee.
Diavolo began to walk through the castle once more until he reached you bedroom which had now housed a cocoon like best of roses with your bed in the middle. He placed you down on the soft bed before laying next to you.
"All that I hope for my princess is that her dreams are pleasant" he cooed in your ear but they were not. You were trapped in a neverending nightmare that you'd never wake up from and even if you did only another nightmare awaited.
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H m m m can I ask an "x reader" scenario with "I just want to show how much I love you" with either Narancia or Mista? I love your writing, by the way💝✨
I come back with our boy Mista and some creepy shit! Hooray!
20. “I just want to showyou how much I love you…” 
Content warnings: yandere content, obsessive behavior, stalking, breaking & entering, creepy shit.
Mista has been alone for a long time and, sincehis gang has been decimated with the attempt to overthrown the former boss ofPassione, the weight of that loneliness really came down to crash over hishead. He wasn’t the type to dwell on thoughts or worries too much, because ifhe started to do so he’d remember how his family didn’t care about him at all,how the only people he felt close to weren’t part of his life anymore, how hehad to swear loyalty to the teen who brought all his comrades to their deaths.
Mista didn’t like to be static, unconsciouslyrunning from the doubts that wanted to resurface for just a moment, to make himmourn for once in his life over the solitude he never wanted to think about,the forced scorched earth around him. So he accepted the only way of life heknew, and mission after mission he secured his place in Giorno’s syndicate justlike he did before with Bruno: loyal, hard-working when he needed, just asready to draw his gun as he was with an odd joke or disgusting topic ofconversation. His life didn’t change much after the downfall of Diavolo and hehoped his days would continue just as they were before; dull in theirabsurdity, relaxed and full of life at the same time, just so he could continueto move and forget.
However, there was the tiniest spot in hisimmaculate, not-so-average life. Mista didn’t live in a good neighborhood, hewas aware and he wasn’t afraid, but that meant that the tiny apartment he hadwas in an old, mostly empty building that was inhabited by those people consideredlowlife by the population – robbers, and gangsters, and dealers. He didn’t wantto change his house, even after Giorno’s sighs and silent demands, because hewas attached to the comfort of that rundown dwelling he called home for years.He was also perfectly aware that he would only cross paths with shifty peoplewhen he got out of his own door to lock it behind him, ready for another day;yet, no one dared to disturb him, besides some veiled scoffs under theirbreaths, because everyone knew he was with Passione, and he was one of thedon’s most loyal, trusted and treasured men.
Most of the rooms and flats around his own, onhis floor, were empty for that same reason, and Mista liked it for the simplereason he wouldn’t hear sounds through the walls or have people come to knockon his door to be quiet or ask for help. Not that he would be home, he barelyused his apartment much if not for sleeping or taking days off. His prolongedtime outside his own house made it all the more surprising when he saw a fewboxes outside the door right across his own, open wide to reveal a dilapidatedhallway with a dim light cascading into the dark corridor of the building. Hewas stuck, frozen in place, as he stopped to listen carefully to the stepscoming from that flat.
After barely a minute of waiting, and someonewalked out of the door to pick up one of the boxes. Noticing the man in thecorridor, the newcomer hesitated only for a quick second before waving at himwith a smile and walking over to introduce themself. Mista took their hand whenthey offered it, reciprocated the introduction and offered his help to them,which was rejected with cordiality before his new neighbor went back todragging boxes inside. Mista shrugged to himself, and got home with barely a littleglance toward the door in front of him, open wide to show the consumed wallsand the cold air inside clinging to the windows.
He went on with the preparations to get to sleep,slow and lazy as usual, his dinner precooked and the half intention to leavethe showering to the following morning. As he was deliberating in his head andfeeding the famished Pistols who decided to show up right on time, Mista almostmissed the knock on his door. Mumbling about the time, he didn’t open instantlyand asked who it was; the unsure voice of the person he met before came frombehind the door, and he faltered before opening the door – you could never betoo sure when you were a mobster, living in the same place he was right now.Yet, the person seemed harmless, holding a plastic bag in one hand while lookingdown the hall before the sound of the door opening made them whip their headtowards Mista. They greeted again, raised the hand with the bag and offered itto him, saying they made too much of whatever was inside and they were too usedto cook for two, expectantly lingering in front of the mobster with theirextended arm and warm smile. Mista couldn’t really find a reason to refuse,grabbing the bag with a slow motion and giving a bright, yet courteous smileback.
Before he could offer them something back, – acoffee, maybe, despite being late – the new neighbor bid their goodbyes andturned around to go back to their own home, right on the other side of thehallway. Mista stayed put, watching them retreat as the cheerful sound of theirwords remained in the air around him, stopped only be the click of the lock.The plastic bag weighted in his hand, the Pistols roaming around it withcuriosity, while Mista just watched in front of him as the picture of theirfigure didn’t fade from his memory. They were casually dressed, sweats andjumpsuit covering them up in unflattering ways, their messy hair and draggedfeet spoke volumes about the domesticity of their life. Mista shook his head,and walked back into his apartment, trying to forget the short encounter inorder to sleep.
The following day, he woke up later than usualand was out of the door when the sun was higher in the sky, the air less colddespite being winter. The building was silent, empty as usual, and Mista rolledhis eyes at himself with mirthful exasperation, for thinking that the newneighbor would cause any difference in his life. When he got to Giorno’s newoffice, he found out there were barely any new mission for him because he waslate, but the don didn’t really care about timetables – an upside of having ajob outside of legality. Mista was assigned to an easy task, and he was donebefore lunch time came around.
His annoyance at the wasted day was pushed asidewhen he heard the rustling of bags at the end of the hallway, where his apartmentwas, seeing his new neighbor leaving some bags on the ground while fumblingwith some keys between their fingers. Before even allowing himself to thinkabout it, Mista stepped up and offered his help with what appeared to be theirgrocery. The person jumped, looked up from their hands, and smiled with all thecordiality and friendliness they could muster. They refused his help, but Mistafelt like he couldn’t hear their words as they found the right key and openedthe door. A quick glance inside showed that same hallway, still cold and stilldilapidated, but now he could see the room at the end; almost empty, save fromwhat looked like a neglected kitchen and a sofa. A single door was on the waythere, probably the bathroom.
He heard them say goodbye before the newly closeddoor stopped him from peering inside anymore. Mista, for the first time inyears, was left alone with nothing to do without him planning for the day off;left to his thoughts and his consideration, those same ideas that he tried torun away from for most of his life. And the picture of the ruined house, oftheir ruined house, awakened memories of his own teen years, alone andmiserable and abandoned, left to fend for himself until he was dragged inprison. You were the same, living on your own in that decrepit place, withshopping bags too light and too empty to contain anything more than a few itemsneeded for a single person.
With a quick shake of his head, Mista attemptedto clear his thoughts and stray from that line of thinking. He didn’t need to remember,and he didn’t need to worry about a liability such as a civilian that he barelyknew. He got back into his house, yet those considerations didn’t leave hismind alone. He imagined that person, cooking and cleaning, shivering in thecold air just like he did back when he was younger. He imagined them sighingand watching television idly, not wanting to dwell too much on the hollowfeeling of loneliness. Before he could stop himself, after hours and hours,after the afternoon and the evening came and went, he found himself sittingdown outside his own door listening to the sounds of living on the other sideof the that apartment’s wall – so thin and fragile, it could crumble any time.
With the days passing, so did the hours spentoutside your door. At first, he stayed near his own apartment so he wouldn’trisk being discovered. But with more courage building up inside of him, he gotcloser and closer to the door of their own apartment, first against the walland then as close to the flimsy door as he thought would prevent his neighborfrom listening. It was a routine, at this point, just resting there with thesounds coming from that house buzzing in his ears and muffled by the shield betweenthem. Mista got used to the sound of their steps, the pattern of their walkingand their cleaning, after a day filled with work or socializing. At times, hecould hear the white noise of the television or the calming sound of theshower, the comforting bubbling of water in a pot or the familiar bump of a mopagainst the baseboard. Domestic, and cozy, all those sounds were like a blanketin those days he allowed himself to take them in.
In the meanwhile, Mista made an effort to get toknow them. If he met them in the hallway, he’d walk up to them and chat, aboutanything they could think of. Despite not being formally educated, Mista pridedhimself of being well-read and interested in all sorts of topics, and it showedin the interested they showed in their conversations. Eventually, he purposely wentoutside when he heard the sound of their door opening or when the Pistols wouldalert him of them walking out of the door. To the habits they kept in theprivacy of their home, Mista added the way they spoke, or moved, or smiler andlaughed and watched.
He started to fill in the gaps he couldn’tobserve, with his mind creating scenarios of a poor, neglected darling behind abrittle door, with a fragile lock and a useless handle. They did mention livingwith someone before, did they miss those days? Did they crave the presence ofsomeone else right there, with them? Because Mista did, and they just remindedhim of it. He wanted to share their living space, he wanted to have a reason tocome back home without the dread of boredom or solitude, and they were allthose reasons. And all that separated them was a fragile door, but there was asolution to everything if he wanted to resolve it.
He got up, the tiny voices of the Pistolsencouraging him as he drew his gun, brought outside just for the occasion. Heaimed where the door was locked and shoot, the sound echoing in the hallway,but he didn’t care about the noise because no one would dare to cross him inthat place, not when they knew he was with Passione. He let the door fall open,hearing a thud at the end of the corridor, but he didn’t bother to rush hismovements. They appeared, horrified, in what he assumed was their pajama, hairmessy and eyes blown open. They muttered his name with a confused tone, butMista didn’t back down, stepping inside with haunting slowness. They started toretreat, with hesitance, until he saw them press against the wall behind them.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” his tone tried to beas relaxed as he could manage, his usual tone, but he could feel the slighttrembling in his throat as he spoke, to compensate the steady grip he had on hisgun. He stalked inside, even deeper in that apartment that you would soon leavebehind, with all its meanings and loneliness. He was sure, he was only doingthe right thing for the both of you, and that was why he spoke with more edgenow, “I just want to show you how much I love you…”
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@anon who asked me where the previous chapter of Salvatore and Patience's marriage was, I uploaded it to archiveofourown
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25077973/chapters/60945490
And I've been meaning to upload this unpublished bonus chapter for a while, written for my friend Brook.
It's just a snapshot of Patience and Salvatore's marriage and some smut 😝
***
"He kissed your hand. He kissed your fucking hand."
Patience deposited her infant in a tub of soapy water in the sink. "It's Leonardo Borghese. He does that to everyone. He's a gentleman." She gave him a hurtful look. "You could stand to be more of a gentleman."
Salvatore was pacing around the cluttered living room, hair messy and a cigarette clutched between his fingers. His eyes were dark and wild. "I'll kill him. I'll kill that cocksucker. Touching my wife like that… I saw the way he looked at you. Fucking blond bastard, smug privileged little fuck. I bet he thinks he can have anything he wants--including you. I'll show him. I'll walk up behind him in an empty street and put a bullet in his skull. I will--"
"Look at you. A week out of jail and already planning on murdering somebody."
"Daddyyyy," whined her daughter from the doorway.
"Why don't you play with your children? They haven't seen you in a year. They're happy to have you back."
Salvatore scooped up his daughter and sat her on his lap, still shaking. The girl pulled at his sleeveless shirt, waving a doll in his face.
"It's not fair you been putting the twins in between us when we sleep," he growled. "I can't even hold you. I'm a man, you know. A man's got needs."
"Well, if you're not going to wear a condom then I'll just have to keep doing it! You spent a year in prison with your right hand, you can wait a little longer!" She slammed down the fork she was cleaning and glared at him. 
He didn't seem to be listening to her. He and his daughter were watching a Disney cartoon on television, but his eyes seemed far away. She did not like the look in his eyes. She knew that look. It meant he was about to do something stupid, get into trouble again. 
Patience shook her head as she went back to drying silverware. Sal knew better than to do that. He knew she would give him hell and high water if he did something like that again. She'd been on her own for a year and she had just got her husband back, she wasn't going to let prison have him again any time soon.
***
The kids were all read to and put to bed, so Patience dotted on face cream and slid under the covers to wait for her husband. One of the twins had his thumb in his mouth, the other was fast asleep. She curled up around them, waiting for Salvatore's heavy footsteps to clomp down the hall and his tall body to depress the bed beside her. Her eyes had only just began to drift shut when she heard the front door lock unsnap. 
A jolt of fear rushed to her head as she ran out into the hallway. Salvatore had put on an overcoat and was loading a revolver. The barrel had just snapped shut and he was preparing to tuck it into his fly when Patience hit him head on.
"Salvatore Bruno Mallozzi, don't you dare! Don't you dare!" She blabbered, forcibly holding him back as he tried to elbow her off. 
"He had it comin' for a long time," he spat. "This was the last straw. Last fuckin' straw. I know what he's gonna try to do to you when I go back to jail. Gotta take him out for you and the kids."
"You will be going back to jail for the rest of your life if you do this!"
His eyes were black as hell and burning with hatred as he yanked the door open. At wit's end, Patience resorted to the last trick up her sleeve--the one thing she knew she could rely on to get him to stop.
She took his face in between her hands and kissed him.
Patience felt the tension leave his body immediately. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands went to her waist, pulling her towards his hard body. Salvatore  kissed her like a man drowning, sucking her tongue so hard it went numb, conquering her lips with harsh, hot kisses. 
Still kissing, she felt for the wall, feeling her way down the hall until they reached the living room.
He was fumbling her silk nightdress, pulling it over her head. She was glad he had presence of mind to do that, at least. Sometimes he would be so worked up he would rip it off like an animal. Her eldest daughter kept wondering why her nightgowns always ended up torn and left in the trash.
His overcoat fell to the floor as he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his lean, muscled chest. His calloused fingers thumbed over her soft skin, around her small pink nipples, and delving between the apex of her thighs.
He was a heady lover, and a forceful one. Some part of her liked that. She always went away fulfilled--in more ways than one. She morosely reminded herself to pick up another bassinet when she went to Woolworth's. Good grief, three children in this house under the age of three and one soon to be on the way.
They were both naked now, his erection pressing above her navel. He was a tall man, and strong despite his spindly appearance. He picked her up and effortlessly threw her onto the sofa. A squeaky toy squeaked under her back.
Patience was wet from his caresses earlier, and arched her back as he pushed himself between her legs. The tip of his cock pressed against her lower lips, hard and pulsing, then slammed in up to the hilt. It had been so long since she had a hot cock in her that her whole body went limp, the pleasure washing over her in a river as he started his rhythm.
"No--" she managed, sitting up to press her hand over his chest. Her face was flushed, brown hair messy. "The… the bedroom. The children could see us."
She stood up shakily, covering herself with her nightgown as they hustled into the bedroom between kisses. The bedside lamp lit them in a soft orange glow as they fell backwards--
One of the twins whined.
***
Both of them were stock still for a moment as their child turned over and pressed his face against the pillow. Their lips were still entwined, frozen.
Patience moved first, creeping out of the room and leading her husband by the hand. He collapsed on the sofa in a sudden paternal fit, his thick dark hair in a mess, as if he were a wholesome Desi Arnaz fretting about his home life. "All these fuckin kids," groused Salvatore.
"Whose fault is that?" Patience grumpily knew they would be conceiving their next tonight. Sometimes she wished she had never let him badger her into marriage. She slid her legs over his, settling into his lap. The head of his cock slid into her as she swiveled her hips, and he responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and slamming her forward.
It had been so long. She remembered when they had just married--she had already been pregnant, but that had not dampened his lust for her. They used to spend hours in bed together, his lips latched onto her swollen nipple and her gasping mouth. Her pregnant belly had fit so well against his lean one, and she felt a sudden leap of excitement as she thought of herself getting heavy with another one before she squashed it cynically, as she had with every positive feeling she'd ever felt towards him.
She rode him silently in the cluttered quiet of the room. The dull black glare of the television reflected them, two bodies hung over each other. Her hair curtained her face as he slammed up into her.
Her nipples were ripe as berries, her legs trembling and her body racing with pleasure as his cock dragged against her swollen pink walls. He pressed a rough finger on her clit as she rode him to climax, and the extra spurt of fire made her walls clench around his length. 
The rush of semen into her ripe, waiting womb made her bite her husband's shoulder, hard. He just laughed and slid his hand behind her head. "You're still being the shy girl I knew when we met, huh?"
"I wasn't shy," she murmured, eyes half lidded with pleasure.
"Hell you weren't. I could tell you'd never been fucked before in your life, with your little coiffed flip and your tiny pursed lips. You wouldn't even meet my eyes. Once you got a taste of me, you couldn't stay away." He kissed her ear warmly. "And I can't stay away from you, either. Fuck, I'd take you over Marilyn Monroe, you know that, Patty?"
Her insides were beginning to relax as her orgasm faded away. She had enough strength to tiredly lift her head and try and whisper something in his ear--before the door knocked.
"Mama? Papa? It's getting kinda cold. Why is the door open."
Patience tilted her head back, the tips of her hair tickling the small of her back. She and Salvatore shared an exhausted, matching smile.
"Just close it, honey. Mama and Papa will come to bed in a minute."
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