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denofbloodandlove · 1 year

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Part two of Arayas story. Again this is a new style and thought process for me, there may be mistakes or may seem disjointed. But I hope you enjoy, this is not a subject meant for everyone.

Araya whimpered in pain as she tried to move, but every part of her was sore, well almost every part. The Royalty had yet to move her from her position, she was still on the cold slab table, her arms outstretched, her legs still bent at a deep angle. Split open, her cunt still on view. The King was the only one that had fucked her in her pussy, as of yet. But his words still whispered in her ears. As soon as the egg in her belly came out, they would impregnate her again. Her throat was swollen and raw, after The King had fucked her, he rammed his still hard cock down her throat right after the first Prince did. His cum had grown cold and sticky on her pale skin. But she wanted more. She wanted her body painted with it, covered in it, showing the stars who owned her. They were right, their bloodlines spoke to one another. Araya understood now why, when living on Earth she was never hungry, never thirsted. Never wanted.

Because Earth and the beings there had nothing to give her.

Here, in this place, in the stars, these males gave her substance. Gave her their seed, their eggs, they gave her sustenance. Their cocks were all she needed to survive, she felt it in the marrow of her bones. She lost track of time as the three brothers took turns fucking her throat, each one thicker and bigger as they went round after round with her mouth. Their cocks devoured and claimed, laying waste to the sensitive flesh. All the while making sure they steered clear of her cunt, and because this was her first brood, they wanted to make sure it took before they took her ass. But they would soon, they had promised her. And she waited in anticipation, knowing it would come. Each one had had her throat multiple times, sometimes pushing their cum straight into her stomach, their eggs sliding in, getting lodged in her throat before being deposited into her stomach. She was stretched so full, three useless eggs in her stomach, one in her womb growing larger and faster every minute. Their combined cum filled her to the brink, adding to her engorgement, but she wanted more. She knew her body could take more. After the second round, instead of cumming in her, they all marked her skin, coating her flesh with the sticky, thick ropes that poured from their cocks. It wasn’t spurts like she knew human men did, theirs was like thick water running it long torrents. Pumping constantly, then following the egg, the egg was smaller then an Earth ostriches egg. She had gotten to watch is the tip of their cocks opened, their slits bigger, wider, opened and spurted out the egg. The silver membrane was clear, blue and black veins raced along the outside like lightening. And inside she could see a thing wiggling. Similar to a tadpole, a thick head wiggled followed by a long thick tail that flicked back and forth within the membrane. As they emerged from their cocks she gasped, wanting them to shove them in her pussy so they would survive.

“Shh Princess. They ones outside your cunt don’t last in the air, they need your innards, your sweet tunnel, your womb directly in order to thrive. Without our cocks shoving them past your pussy, past your cervix they wouldn’t last. That is why our cocks are pointed, to tear into your cervix and deposit them directly into your belly. Watch”

Looking down her chest where a fresh egg lay, it withered in seconds, the air turning it into a gelatinous ooze that mixed with the thick cum.

“Rest now, the egg in your belly will be ready soon. Your body will feed it with the eggs in your stomach, soon you’ll be ready for more.”

What she now referred to as her Royals, she watched as they removed her shackles, allowing her limbs to move, they helped her sit slightly, and she looked in awe at her belly. It was three times its normal size, the upper part, where her stomach was, where the three useless eggs sat, she watched as it went down, inch by inch, but her lower belly expanded, a if the egg inside of her was sucking the juices from her stomach to grow. She watched as her belly undulated rippled and moved, she felt the egg in her shift, and then expand, as if it was trying to break out of her skin. For the first time she felt….. scared.

“Its just breaking the membrane Princess, growing out of the original shell. You are strong and we are virile. You will make a good breeder for us. Come, we are ready. Get off the table and walk to your cocks. Take in more so the brood can feed.”

Swinging her legs over the table, she moved her belly first, her wobbly feet placed flat as she stood, then with strong steps she made her way to her King and the Third Prince. Her King had had her cunt first, her throat second, and as he sat, his cock straining upward, she new he would have her ass first too. The Kings finger rose and twirled indicating for her to turn her naked body around. Obeying his command, she stared into the stomach of the second Prince. His taloned hands gripped her roughly under her arms and lifted her easily. “Put your legs on my shoulders and keep them there, I am not taking you, yet. But they will, I will be your strength.” The second says as I move my legs as he commanded, my belly shifting to accommodate my new position. “Remember your body was made for us, it will accommodate, trust in your King and Princes to give you what you need.”

The Second lifts me up and ontop the Kings engorged cock, but not at my pussy, the tight, virgin bundle of muscles of my ass. The hard sharp tip slides in easily at first, then stops, the muscles too tight to allow such a huge cock to entrance. “Trust us Princess” The Second says before he pushes me down hard, impaling the Kings cock straight through my ass and into my intestine. My scream echoes through the stars, but is cut off by the Third, his body, because they are so much larger, his legs are braced on the furniture, straddling the King, his ass facing the Second, as her mouth opens on the scream, he shoves his cock into her throat shutting her up. She gags instantly, her body expanding, her swollen belly moving so it could give the two girths inside of her room. But she felt pulled tight, her skin too tight, her ass was being split, she could feel The Kings cock sliding in her guts, moving further up, filling her as the cock from the top reached down, tunneling down. Her brain was pain and endorphins. The thick ridges pulling and pulling. And the thing in her womb squirming, being pushed not out but to the side as the two cocks fight for space in her too tiny body. Her screams sound gurgled as The Princes cock dig deeper, until his whole cock is nestled deep to the hilt. The King stills too, his balls tight against her ass. She was pinned straight, their cocks touching inside of her.

Each head had fought its way through her flesh to come in the middle, one in her stomach the other under it. She could feel their pre cum gush like a fount. The Second Prince however, holding her as he was, slide his snake like tongue under the cock in her ass and through it, making her body suddenly tighten and clench. Her body came in a waterfall off juice, coating them , her mouth suddenly over salivated, her cunt cumming over the Kings cock, her ass tightening, and as her body whetted them, they began in tandem fucking her, the one in her mouth pulled out while the one in her ass stayed. When her throat was plunged into, her ass would empty. Her flesh would protrude and empty in opposite rhythms, but that tongue stayed, flicked and licked at the muscles, keeping her body well lubricated, a constant never-ending orgasm over her body. The brood in her belly felt the excitement and flipped, moved, pushed, fought for more, as if it knew its mother was getting fed. Suddenly a warm gush flowed from her mouth, the Princes ravaged thrust became clipped, his balls spasming against her chin as he began to come in her throat. Each thick pump she felt move through her throat, down his cock and straight into her belly, and because their bloodline, their bodies linked The Kings cock did the same. It felt thicker in her ass, her intestine milking his cock, each thick load moving on its own, upward, and downward, and like before her holes were sealed shut, so no drops escaped. She felt both their cocks flutter, their heads widening to deposit their eggs within her. The tongue in her ass slithered out, licked along her back and then withdrew. Their cocks stilled but instead of moving they rested inside of her. Her body gagged and fought to breath, but they refused to give her air, The Prince waited until the last very bliss filled second before he pulled from her throat. Gasping for air The King moved again. And with an audible squelch lifted her off his cock. Cum leaked from her mouth and ass, but she didn’t care, her hand rested on her belly, distended, and now bruised as the thing in her had grown.

“Soon Princess it will be out, and replaced by another, those two eggs in your body should feed it enough, give it the strength it needs to slide from her body. Soon. For now rest. Rest until we come back for another round. You did so well with three eggs, this time you will take six. Our first Brood will be King of Kings strong on the wasted eggs we implant. Rest.”

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lovestay-channie · 4 months

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Written in the Stars ☆ Chapter 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem reader

Genre: SMAU, Stray Kids x Modern Hogwarts, Hufflepuff x Slytherin, (minor/one sided) Enemies to Lovers, Reverse Grumpy Sunshine

Warnings: mentions death, several battles, a few swear words here and there

Synopsis: It is modern time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One Hufflepuff who suppresses her emotions while one Slytherin who breaks the stereotype of the Slytherin Prince. Will they connect? Or will they continue to clash?

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It’s day one of the Triwizard Tournament.

Hogwarts is filled with students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. It almost feels claustrophobic with how many students are in the castle. There wasn’t one person who wasn’t talking about the first task today. That includes your friend group. All during breakfast, they kept smothering poor Chris about the first task. He just kept his bright, charming smile on his face even as strangers kept coming to the table.

It was finally the afternoon and time to head to the Forbidden Forest. You, Marina, and Annaliese linked arms together to keep each other warm. “Why couldn’t they have done this closer to the spring? It’s absolutely freezing out here!” Marina shrieks.

“Mare, you are wearing a skirt. Of course you are freezing!” Hyunjin laughs.

“Fashion doesn’t stop in the fall/winter, Hyun!” she smirks.

“Don’t you know her at all?” you giggle.

It had been a while since you have been to the Forbidden Forest. You used to go to feed the Thestrals after studying for your OWLS. Lee Know would have to drag you out of there because you found comfort in the invisible creatures. One caught your eye as you were walking to the bleachers set up. It made you feel like you were becoming yourself again.

“Bloody hell! Why are there so many TV’s?! Are you saying we could have just gone to the Great Hall to watch the task?!” Changing whines.

Jisung puts his arm around Changbin, “Oh come on! It won’t be that bad!”

“We are here to support Chris. That means we are here live so he can see us at the finish line. Aren’t you best friend after all?” Annaliese jokes, dragging you and Marina up the bleacher’s stairs.

The group finally decided to go to the middle of the bleachers as if they were in the movie theatre watching a new film. You guys almost take up a whole row: Changbin is at one end, Marina sitting next to him, then I.N, Seungmin, Annelise, Hyunjin, Jisung, Lee Know, and lastly you at the other end. Crowds of students were gathering around the bleachers to watch. You scan the forest. You couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. However, you did find Chris with the other two champions. He is laughing at something one of them said. Viktor, who was related to Viktor Krum, was a talk, buff, guy. He is 5-6 inches taller than Chris. Chris looks tiny compared to Viktor. Zora was a beautiful Indian girl. She has long, black hair that was pulled back. You envy Chris; you wish you could connect with people like he does. It used to be one of the reasons you couldn’t stand him, but now it was becoming a reason you admire him.

“Y/n!” you hear a deep voice call out.

You snap your head towards the direction of the voice. It was Felix. “Hey! Over here”

Felix runs up, maneuvers around the herd of people, and sits down next to you. “Finally made it!” he smiles.

“Yeah, where were you?” I.N asks, wrapping his blue and silver scarf around his neck.

“Oh! I just had to take care of a few things. Don’t worry about it!” Felix says.

“Where you snogging that Gryffindor girl from your DADA class?” Jisung asks, raising his eyebrow and smirking.

Felix scoffs and turns his attention to the forest in front of them. You look to see what he was looking at, and it was Headmaster Waterburn with his wand to his neck. “Attention students! Welcome to the 126th Triwizard Tournament!” Students rawer with cheers and applause. “It has been way too long since our last tournament, and we do we have a show for you guys! Our champions have been practicing these past few days for an exciting task! They will be participating in Capture the Flag!”

“Well, that’s boring,” Seungmin mutters. Annaliese smacks his arm, and he over exaggerates his pain, leaning into I.N who shoves him back into Anna.

“Each champion has a flag in the forest they need to find in order to win the task. Viktor, orange; Zora, blue; Christopher, green. Now, this isn’t any ordinary Capture the Flag. We have put a spin on it. Instead of a flag, they will be finding flame. Hence forth this is now Capture the Flame. There are items scattered in the forest to help them. Since they are finding their flame in the Forbidden Forest, there will be creatures along their path. What will those creatures do? We will find out!”

“This’ll be interesting!” Hyunjin shakes his head, inhaling sharply.

Chris stands behind a green line. Professor Ryner was behind him, rubbing his shoulders while probably giving him a pep talk. The other champions had their teachers encouraging them as well.

“We will be watching them in the forest with our handy dandy drones! Who knew Muggles could invent something like magic!” Waterburn smiles.

Lee Know rolls his eyes, “Weirdo.”

“Next he’s going to find out there are cars that drive itself!” you nudge your brother.

“But we have had carriages that have been doing that for years!” I.N says.

All eyes are on their youngest friend. Marina pats his shoulder, “You’re too cute, Innie.”

Waterburn continues his remarks, “At the sound of the canon, our champions will march forth into the forest. Are you ready, champions?”

They all give Headmaster a thumbs up. “Let’s give them a countdown. Shall we?”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

The canon fires and the champions bolt into the forest. There were 3 TV’s; one for each champion you could watch. Your eyes bounce from each TV, not knowing which one to watch first. While looking at each of the screens, you could see there were different colored lights to indicate they were on the right path. It had the champions corresponding colors. They soon faded away once they got deeper into the forest.

Zora is the first to find an item: a sneakoscope. A very handy item to let her know if there is any deception around her. After a while, Viktor found an item: a broom. Another great object, but it has limitations. It only could fly for 10 minutes. Chris, however, is having a really hard time finding items. Zora kept finding object after object, but Chris couldn’t find anything.

The first creature was discovered, and Chris is the suspect. He is surrounded by huge spiders. The audience gasps at how huge they were. Lee Know grabs your hand, knowing you don’t like them. Thankfully, Chris thinks quickly and casts them away with an Expelliarmus. Cheers fill the bleachers. Hyunjin and Changbin even stood up to cheer on for Chris.

The next creature that surfaces is a swarm of Billywigs around Viktor. He runs faster, trying to lose them, but their tiny wings are faster than his long legs. You could see him contemplating with the broom in his hand. He finally puts the broom between his legs and flies towards the sky. He thinks that he out flies them, but one latched onto his shirt. It stings him and flies away.

“What did that bug just do?” I.N asks.

“For how much you study, did you pay attention to Care of Magical Creatures?” Hyunjin laughs.

“My potions classes were harder, so I needed to study for that more,” I.N defends.

“A sting isn’t harmful. He’s about to just be super loopy and start floating. Nothing too serious,” you explain.

“Puffy,” Changbin coughs. Marina punches his arm which didn’t hurt at all because of the muscles padding around his arm.

“How come Chris doesn’t have an item yet?” Lee Know questions.

“Right! Super unfair. It’s like they didn’t give him any items at all! He has found more creatures than anything. Who even brings Dementors to Hogwarts?” Jisung complains, resting his head on Lee Know’s shoulder.

“It’s super strange. Zora has double the amount of items even Viktor has,” Felix says.

“Wait, I think he found one!” Seungmin points to the TV.

All eyes are on Chris’ screen. He was looking inside of a tree’s hole. He pulls out a long piece of clothing. It’s an invisibility cloak! He quickly puts it on and disappears.

“At least it’s something! Hopefully that can help him divert around creatures,” Seungmin says, crossing his arms to keep himself warm.

It has been an hour since the task had started. Everyone is starting to get antsy on when the first person will find their flame. Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait too much longer. A blue flame came into frame as Zora found the torch. She reaches to grab it and raises it in the air. The crowd goes wild!

“We have our first winter! Beauxbaton’s Zora!” Waterburn announces.

Viktor is a close second as found his orange flame in a tree. After a little while, Chris found his green flame guarded by a centaur. The group still cheers for Chris, even if he is last. The champions are apparated back to their starting line, torch still in hand. Waterburn has them stand in the center holding up their flames. Zora has a huge smile painted on her face. Viktor waves to everyone. Chris slightly smiles, but you can see the disappointed look in his eyes.

Suddenly, their flames cover the torch and change into a bunny rabbit.

“This is your next clue for the next task! Good luck!” Waterburn exclaims.

The group runs down the bleachers to meet Chris. He notices everyone walking towards him, but he turns his back and walks away.

“Wait up, Chris!” Changbin says, running to him. Everyone stays back. Changbin reaches Chris and touches his shoulder, but he brushes Changbin’s hand and shakes his head. He then apperates away, leaving everyone in the forest.

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mothguillotine · 5 months

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I Definitely Just Got Attacked By A Werewolf

CW: the reader gets attacked in this (given the title) but other than that it's just whats in the show already. hope you guys enjoy!

On a late walk in October is where you first meet. The fall crispness had let up one night when you decided to go out. The stars, which were usually quite dim due to the city lights, lit up the night sky with the full moon. The park you were in was secluded enough that it was nearly impossible to hear the cars driving by and the other various noises of the city, it was peaceful.

Until it wasn't. All you heard before you were attacked was a bush rustling and then you were on the ground. You push yourself up and realize that you are bleeding profusely from your stomach.

"HELP!" you yell, "HELP ME PLEASE!"

but you know no one is coming. As you try your hardest to run towards the roads outside the park another sound comes from behind you. When you turn you see a beast, hair covering the entirety of it's body and at least two feet taller than yourself. For a second all you could do was stare at the creature until you finally scream.

It lunges at you and you are able to nearly escape it's claws. You fall to the ground yet again and you know that your life is over. The scratches on your stomach are bleeding more than before and your shirt is turning extremely red. The beast is standing over you at this point, you assume to finish what it's started.

You quickly close your eyes, not wanting to see your doom. But before it can attack, you hear it get thrown. While you want to open your eyes to see what is happening they are just much too heavy, actually everything is heavy.

"Is this how it feels to die?" you wonder.

"Oh you poor precious stupid baby," you hear someone say, "did you get attacked by this beast?"

You try to respond to their question but all that comes out is an unintelligible noise. They move to get closer to you and lift your shirt up to peer at your wounds.

"My love, she is bound to die." another voice says.

"What if we turn her?" the first voice asks, "look at how beautiful she is, I am sure Nandor wouldn't complain."

"uhhhh, yeah that's how I got vampired if you will." you say towards the camera, "mostly everyone has been welcoming. Nadja wants to hang out, like a lot. She likes dressing me up in outfits and honestly, I can't complain. It's fun. Laszlo wants to constantly play me his music so I listen. He's honestly not half bad, but my favorite is when he and Nadja sing together. Well, singing isn't exactly the right word but performing is." You smile to yourself thinking about the song that they had performed last night, which had been suspiciously similar to one of Elvis's songs.

"Colin has tried his hardest to feed off me but after dealing with stupid men for my human life he honestly can't really annoy me much. After many unsuccessful attempts he gave up and sort of just… I don't know. Doesn't anymore. Maybe my confusion over this is feeding him?" you say mostly towards yourself, but what you can't see is the cameras zooming in on Colin standing in the doorway with bright blue eyes. "Anyways moving on, Guillermo was a much tougher nut to crack. He definitely didn't like me when I first got here, that was obvious. But after living here for a few days I understood why he was hurt so badly. After 12 years of service and multiple promises that you would become a vampire you would be pretty upset if they kept turning other people instead of you. I decided to sort of extend an olive branch to Guillermo and I promised him I would turn him myself if it got to that point." You think for a second about what to say next. The only other person you haven't talked about is Nandor.

"Guillermo's master on the other hand is impossible to crack. I honestly don't know if Nandor just doesn't like me much or what but he hasn't ever really talked to me." you continue to tell the camera and crew that are intently listening to you.

The first time you had met Nandor was a few days after Nadja and Laszlo found you in the park. You had just completed your incredibly painful change into a vampire and you all decided to go out to eat. The process left you feeling less than amazing and when you definitely felt like that reflected to your exterior. So when you finally leave your newly appointed room you run directly into Nandor.

"I'm sorry." you tell him looking up realizing just how massive he is.

"It's fine." he says and brushes past you quickly, you wonder why he is speeding away so fast but chose not to think about it anymore.

Later that night, after feeding on your first human, you and Nadja sit on the couch while she braids your hair up into a complex bun while Laszlo sits at the piano playing a soft melody. You feel much better after eating for the first time in nearly a week and you look much better too. You look less sickly and back to normal.

Previously Nadja had come in during your transition to give you company and told you all about the new vampires you would be living with. She told you stories set in the past, hundreds of years before you were born. She asks you about yourself as well, where you come from, what do you enjoy doing, if you are interested in having a threesome with her and her husband, and to be honest the last one throws you for a loop.

Nadja laughs as if she made a joke but honestly you don't think she is really joking. She tells you all about how she will make you the most pretty vampire.

When Nadja is finished with your braid you both walk over to the piano.

"Laszlo?" she asks, capturing the attention of her husband, "What do you think?"

"My darling, it is beautiful. A work of art." he says when Nandor walks in.

"Nandor, what do you think?" she asks him, you both turn to look at him.

"Pretty." he says simply and leaves the room just as quickly as he entered it.

You are honestly confused about Nandor, it feels like he wants to avoid you at all costs but you literally have barely spoken to him. You go to sit back on the sofa and miss the knowing looks that the couple gives each other. ___________________________________________________

Getting used to sleeping in a coffin was difficult. The first few nights were rough being trapped inside until it was nighttime, the feeling like you were going to run out of air (which makes no sense because you can't even breathe anymore), and of course the silence. Before you would sleep with a fan on and now that it's so quiet it's impossible to sleep.

You end up listening to music which turns out to be a horrible idea because your best friend sees that you are online right away, Oscar.

Oscar: um wtf where have you been? Oscar: are u okay? no one has heard from you for like a week? Oscar: is this about kelsey? Oscar: hello?!

You choose to forego any texting and call him instead.

"Oh my god!" he exclaims as soon as he picks up, which of course is not a pleasant thing to hear, "You are alive?!"

"I'm sorry,” you tell him, “I have been busy and shit the last week.”

“You missed all of your classes. What is wrong?” he asks you, “You just disappeared after the party on Friday and Ness said you haven't been back to the dorm?”

“Listen Oscar it's not a big deal,” you tell him, “I just needed to get away from Kelsey and shit.”

“I know that she hurt you but you can’t keep avoiding everyone because of her,” he tells you, “Jesus, we have all been worried about you.”

The burning of the words makes you cry out in pain when he says them and it alerts him right away that something is very wrong with you.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” he asks you, “You sound like you are in pain. Are you okay?”

“Listen Oscar, it's fine, I'm fine.” you tell him thinking for a second, “I just stubbed my toe.”

“I am having a very hard time believing you.” he tells you matter of factly, “Where are you? I am coming over.”

“NO!” you yell, as much as you miss Oscar it's definitely not a good idea to bring a human around a bunch of vampires when you haven't had a chance to introduce them yet, “Oscar, I will come and see you tonight. How about that?”

“Listen, I am really worried about you right now.” he tells you and you know he is being serious.

“Oscar I promise that I will tell you everything tonight, I just… it's a lot to say on the phone.” you say.

“You promise?” he asks.

“Yeah. I promise.” ___________________________________________________

A few hours later you are getting ready to leave to meet up with Oscar when you are approached by Guillermo.

“Where are you going?” he asks you.

“I am just going to meet one of my friends,” you tell him, “He has been freaking out since last week and I am kinda worried he will call the police if I don’t go see him.”

“Are you sure that's a good idea?” Guillermo asks, “Newly turned vampires don't always have the best control.”

“I wouldn’t hurt Oscar.” you tell him, a little offended that he would think you capable of something like that.

“I just want to make sure you don't accidentally do something that you regret,” he tells you, “If you hurt Oscar would you be able to forgive yourself?”

“No, you are right,” you tell him, “But, I do know someone who could protect someone from a potential vampire attack.”

Guillremo huffs but says “I’ll come with you to make sure you don't kill him.”

“Thank you!” you tell him, hugging him tightly, “I’ll get the rest of my things and we can go! Can you call a taxi? I would feel bad about you going by yourself if I flew.”

When you go back upstairs to grab your jacket and phone you miss Nandor and Guillermo’s conversation.

“Where are you going, Guillermo?” he asks, standing right behind his familiar/bodyguard.

“Master! You startled me.” Guillermo says to the vampire, “We are going out to meet her friend, Oscar. She wanted to tell him that she was okay.”

“Who is this Oscar?” he asks Guillermo.

“I don’t know, Master. I can tell you when I get back.” he promises and Nandor saunters off as soon as you re-enter the room. You of course notice that he has yet again left when you get there. It's kind of frustrating, you have no idea what you did to make Nandor want to avoid you so much. In the last week you have said a total of like five words to him. Most of which have been greets he hasn't returned.

When you and Guillermo leave the house a taxi is waiting on you both. The drive over to Oscar's apartment is about ten minutes away and when you get there you text him. By the time Oscar gets down to let you in you and Guillermo are both waiting at the door, as well as the entire camera crew that follows you all everywhere.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks you, “Disappearing for a week and not responding to anyone? Are you having a manic episode?”

“No, Oscar I promise I am fine,” you tell him, remaining on the porch until he invites you in, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course you can,” he says, “Who is this and why are you filming?”

“Oh this is Guillermo and you can just ignore the cameras,” you tell him, “We really need to talk.” ___________________________________________________

“Telling Oscar that I am a vampire was, well, difficult. Guillermo was super supportive and well I definitely needed it.” you say toward the camera. “He didn't take it very well,”

At first Oscar had not believed you, which you had assumed he wouldn't. After explaining how you were attacked by a werewolf and that Nadja had saved you from death he still didn't believe you, even after seeing the large claw marks, which would definitely not heal in a week, he still didn't. So you decided that your only course of action would be to turn into a bat and that definitely freaked him out.

“He’s gonna be staying with us until we know he's not gonna tell anyone.” you explain “That's why Oscar is passed out on the sofa.” The camera moves to zoom in on him.

“He’s my best friend,” you tell the crew, “He was super amazing during my last breakup.” The crew motions for you to continue to talk.

“Me and Kelsey dated for five months until she broke up with me a few weeks ago. Oscar would come over and we would watch movies and eat food.” you say, “Last weekend Oscar finally convinced me to go out to a party and who do I see making out with one of my friends from high school, Kelsey. Anyways after that I left and that was the fateful night in the park.”

“If something happened to Oscar I honestly have no idea what I would do. So that includes accidentally getting himself thrown into a psych-ward for claiming vampires are real.” you lament, “I love him so much, he’s my best friend.” ___________________________________________________

Nandor had been avoiding you, but not for the reason you think he is. As soon as he saw you he knew he would definitely fall for you. Given his track record with relationships the best idea he had was to just avoid you much as possible. He also saw how much you meant to Nadja and Lazla, he didn't want to scare you off then ruin your relationships with the couple. When he had first learned that a new vampire had been brought home he wasn't super excited, but when you ran into each other after you left your room he knew he was screwed.

Never had he seen such beauty as yours. Staying away from you was the best option possible and well that didn't work out very well. Nandor had also overheard your conversation with Guillermo, assuming that Oscar was worried about you because he was your lover. What he didn’t know though was that Oscar definitely was not interested in you, his type leaning much more towards Nandor himself. Nandor is sat in the camera's view and the team gives him the signal to start speaking.

“The new vampire has taken my familiar from me. She has taken him to meet up with someone named Os-car." he says, "Could Os-car be dangerous? I do not know, but what I do know is that I can not let someone with the peasant name, Os-car, hurt her. Nadja and Laszlo would be very… disappointed."

A few minutes later Nandor is peering through the window of Oscar's apartment watching you, to ensure that you are safe. He can also hear your conversation inside with Oscar. He listens as you explain what happened to you and Nandor sees when Oscar doesn't believe you. He also watches as you hike your shirt up to show Oscar the scars from your attack.

When you do lift your shirt Nandor sees how messed up by the werewolf you truly were. Last week, when Nadja and Laszlo had brought you back to the house, Nandor had been told what exactly transpired in the park and he hadn't believed them when they explained how brutally attacked you were, until now. Seeing the scars on your torso had made him upset, so upset in fact that he swears right then he will exact revenge for you. And of course he tells this to the cameras.

"I have now seen her scars and I swear on the 35 wives I used to love that I will get revenge for her. Unfortunately I have no idea where to start." he says to the camera, "I shall search all of Staten Island until I find the beast that inflicted such pain on her." What Nandor doesn't see as he talks to the camera is you carrying Oscar to a taxi. ___________________________________________________

Later that night when you are getting ready for bed Oscar wakes up. Of course he is understandably upset when he comes to.

"You fucking kidnapped me?! What the fuck?!" he asks you, yelling quite loudly.

"Shut the fuck up," you whisper to him and take a seat on the sofa, "I brought you back here because I was worried that you wouldn't exactly be chill about this and honestly you are proving me right."

"Oh yes because kidnapping someone is such a good idea." he says sarcastically, "Why the fuck did you take me here?!"

"Listen, Oscar, I just wanted a little bit more time to explain everything." you tell him and he sits down on the chair across from you, "I know that kidnapping-"

You stop when you hear your name called by the door by none other than a Nandor.

"Are you okay?" he asks you, "I heard some yelling and wanted to check in."

He turns his head to look down the hallway and quickly looks back at you. What you are unable to see is Nadja and Laszlo giving him thumbs up from the doorway of the neighboring room.

"Yeah, Nandor, I'm fine." you tell him sincerely, "Thank you."

"Yes, of course." he says and leaves the doorway to come further into the room and joins you on the sofa, "You have yet to introduce us."

"um… Oscar, this is Nandor the Relentless. Nandor, this is Oscar Garcia." you introduce.

"Os-car it's very nice to meet you," he says, "How did you meet?"

"Oscar has been my best friend since high school, we had a class together our freshman year." you explain.

"What is a 'freshman year'?" he asks, "Why are the men fresh?"

"Master, it's a term for the first year of school when you are in high school or college." Guillermo explains to him.

"Did I ask you Guillermo? No." he says to his familiar, "I asked her."

"It's just what the first year of school is called for high school and college." you repeat essentially what Guillermo just said but Nandor seems much more interested in what you are saying for some reason.

"Yeah, I just said that," Guillermo says under his breath.

"What was that Guillermo?" Nandor asks.

"Nothing, Master." he says.

"Anyways me and Oscar have been friends for about nine years now." you tell him, "Almost a decade."

"That's crazy," Oscar says thinking about the past decade, "She really helped support me when I came out to my family and was kicked out."

"You came out? What is that?" he asks.

"Well Master, it's when-" Guillermo is cut short by Nandor yelling at him.

"I did not ask Guillermo!" he yells furiously.

"It's when you tell people you are part of the LGBT community." you tell him.

"When I came out, my family disowned me." he tells Nandor.

"The LGBT?" he asks, "What is that?"

The next half hour is Nandor asking questions to Oscar. It honestly kind of surprises you how well they get along. This is also the first time that you have heard Nandor speak for this long and honestly he is hilarious. Most of the time he doesn't even realize he says something and it makes him confused on what you are laughing at.

"So why did you bring Os-car here?" Nandor asks you.

"He was worried about me and well when I went to meet him he kinda freaked out about the whole vampire thing." you tell him, "So I took him back here after Guillermo knocked him out."

"Wait, you knocked me out?" Oscar asks.

"That's not important right now," Nandor says, "Why didn't you just hypnotize him?"

"Well I- I didn't think about it," you say, "but anyways I don't want to hypnotize him. I just wanted to make sure he understood."

"Well thanks, that means a lot," Oscar says sarcastically, "I'm so happy you decided to knock me out instead of hypnotizing me."

"Oscar it's not like that," you tell him but he stands up and makes his way out of the room, "Oscar!" He continues to ignore you and leaves the house.

Masterlist

#nandor the relentless x reader #nandor the relentless #wwdits nandor #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #reader insert #x reader #orginal male character #female reader

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adaginy · 2 years

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[Prompt+part 1] [Part 5]

Part 6 (tw: ableism [mostly by aliens], oversimplification of human sex/gender, brief references to "historical" racism/transphobia/assholeness-to-intersex-kids, reference to "present" enbyphobia.) --- Jana was kicked back, feet on eir desk, reading about Peprine evolution and biology. Shit was WILD, like if octopuses had bones between the hydrostatic squishiness. Bones-ish. And the bones weren't connected to eachother. Peprine leaned against each other as comfort/affection, if they were showing affection, but hugging was right out -- maybe this was why.

Jana had met plenty of alien species by now, and was pretty good at not being openly fascinated by them. Most followed a pretty similar pattern -- bi/tri/quadrilateral symmetry, one or two organs that did the thinking, at least one sense that responded to light/radiation and one for at least some range of sound -- but there was still so much variation, even before meeting ones that broke the "rules". Ey'd never be able to research all the species, but for friends (and now family) it was worth the time.

The door to eir quarters opened and closed, accompanied by a noise unfortunately similar to a dog about to reject its dinner. Kiddo was home early, shaking its head to clear the dark blue liquid seeping down its ears. "Oh no, hon, what's wrong?" Jana grabbed a towel and knelt, and Kiddo flopped against em. "I went to an electrics class today and it was supposed to just be class but they brought out some pieces for us to practice assembling which I CAN'T and so the teacher said I could go home early if wanted because his tablet said my Elder was home and then Binn commented about you being human, that I wasn't supposed to have an Elder, I was supposed to be left behind--" Ohhhh ey was going to going to get that brat in such deep doodoo. "--And it's right, because I can barely feed myself so I'm so small and --" Jana put eir hand over its mouth, gently. "Binn is not right. Binn is wrong. I'd get in a lot of trouble for saying this, but all the Peprine are wrong, okay? There is NO reason to leave you behind. Your problems are easy to fix and for humans, on Earth, it would be a crime to just, just, to not-fix them like that." Ey patted its back carefully, not wanting it to think ey was going for a hug. "There are some things I want to show you, alright? I want you to understand that this isn't a problem." Ey took eir glasses off. "Look through these. Does everything look weird? I don't know how your eyes work, if it's the same enough." Kiddo barely held them up to its face before getting that melty nauseated look. "Why do you wear distortion goggles?" Jana took them back, blinking as ey put them on. "My eyes are wrong in the other direction. Things that other humans can see far away, I can't. But when I put these on, how wrong they are cancels out how wrong my eyes are. And we've been doing this for a thousand years -- way before we got to space. Before we even knew that planets go around stars. It's so easy! We can do it for babies who don't even know that their eyes are wrong, a medic can look in their eyes and make these for them." "You have to wear those forever, though? What about your children, in the future? "Some of it's genetic, some of it's not. It's really common. It doesn't matter if I pass it on to children, because they can also wear glasses. And I don't haaaave to wear them forever. If I wanted to, I could get surgery to fix the shape of my eyes. But I don't because, again, these are so easy." Ey took Kiddo's two-fingered hand. "This happens with humans sometimes too. I don't know about Peprine, but for humans it's not genetic at all. It's just bad luck. And even if it was genetic, we've been fixing this for hundreds of years too, or at least making it less-broken. Look." Ey reached up to their desk for their tablet and showed it a drawing of a pirate. "You see there?" "He's holding a hook?" It had re-flopped and was now nearly snuggling against Jana. "Well, he's not holding it. He doesn't have a hand -- this is from human violence time, it was lost to injury -- so the hook is on a cup and the cup is tied or suctioned on to the stump where his hand used to be. It's not as good as a hand, but it could open the old-fashioned doors of the time, hold things down, pick certain things up, pick up a bite of food. It was a lot better than nothing. And this was almost a thousand years ago, too. None of the human tribes had explored the whole planet yet. And it wasn't long before people made stump-cups where you could take the hook out and replace it with a food-utensil or a pen, a writing utensil. Or ones with fake hands just for looks. By the time we were going to our own moon, we had ones people could open and close for more picking-up, and then ones that could do this with fake fingers," Jana opened and closed eir fingers stiffly, "and now we have ones that can do everything a hand can do and even send feelings back to the wearer. It just has to be taken off and charged after a while. Your people have been in space longer than ours and can't be arsed to give kids fake hands? That's ridiculous."

"... Yeah, but..." "No 'yeah but.'" "But I'm... we aren't supposed to be this way. It's not just Binn. Everyone says." Twisting ears. Jana sighed, knowing. "'Everyone' as in all the Peprine you grew up with? The ones here, too?" "Well, except Binn, not since I got here. But when you adopted me, and they were telling you to leave me. She called me a castoff." It flinched even repeating it. "I guess that's a really mean word in Peprine, isn't it?" "The meanest. Binn said it too." Ey was going to have so many words with Uvair about the language she was teaching her fucking brat. Kiddo scooted away. "You're getting really hot, doesn't that mean you're sick?" Kiddo had been taking a lot of the dealing-with-humans classes, which Jana was usually happy existed. "N- Y-- It can mean that. I'm not sick." Ey took a deep breath. "Human rage." Bitter, personal. "Not at you. At Binn. At Uvair. I can control it, though." Clenching and unclenching fists. "I need to stand up for a bit, though." Kiddo scooted off; it had heard enough about human rage in those classes. Jana futzed with eir water line, overriding a safety setting, until it gave nearly-boiling water. Ey pulled out a box of tea from a storage compartment. It was an herbal de-stressy tea eir mom liked, and she always sent it in care packages despite Jana insisting space wasn't actually that stressful. Ey started it steeping and sent a note to Mom to say the introduction call was going to be delayed. Sugar. No milk. Mug in hand, Jana sat on the floor again, leaning against eir bed. "Okay. You can sit with me again, or lean if you want, just be careful, I don't want to spill this on you. Or grab a pillow if you want to sit on that. ... I have human facts to tell you about." Jana took a deep breath in preparation and sighed it out as Kiddo sat on its cushion. "This is starting out disconnected but I promise it gets there, okay? So. Humans... Hm. Peprine all have a pretty similar ... they have similar breeding abilities. All partners give genetic material, all partners receive genetic material, all partners make a baby Peprine. And humans aren't like that. Half-ish of humans, males, breed by giving genetic material; half-ish of humans, females, breed by taking that material and combining it with their own and making the baby. Or they could, if they wanted to, they're the right age, all that stuff." That was almost certainly covered in intro classes, but Kiddo might not have gotten to the more advanced stuff yet. "And sometimes someone isn't male or female -- complicated human body stuff, humans used to get really up in arms about it, even operate on babies and little kids without telling them it was to make them look more male/female or waiting to see what they wanted, but now we understand that it's normal and we shouldn't freak out."

Jana paused, considering eir words again. "There's a second concept, boy or girl, that's sortof... how you feel about being male or female. For most people, they're fine with it. Male boys, female girls, it's so common that people will use the words interchangeably, they'll assume if you're male you're a boy, vice versa, same for female girls. Sometimes, though, a female will realize they're a boy, or a male a girl, and so they'll live like the other thing, maybe get surgery or adjust their body chemicals so they can really become the other thing, the one they're supposed to be. And humans used to get REALLY LOUDLY up in arms about that, or even violent to people who wanted to change over, but now we accept that too." Jana's fingers drummed on the side of eir mug. "Humans have always been like that, I guess. We used to get really angry about people having different skin colors, or being from different tribes or territories, just... so many stupid reasons to hate other people. And there were disabilities that humans were shitty about, too, like not having any sense of sound, until we learned better, learned handspeak or how to replace the sound-sense, learned to accommodate other disabilities. No-one hates other humans about those things now. But sometimes it took decades or centuries for us to learn better, and some things people haven't learned very well." "Like this. Sometimes, someone will be male or female, but they won't feel like a boy OR a girl. Just neither, or both, or fluctuating between. And that's still something humans argue about, whether that's okay and normal like being born in-between male or female, or whether 'we aren't supposed to be this way'. But that's me." Ey shrugged, draining eir tea. "I'm not a boy or a girl. That's why I came to space -- after meeting aliens who are all one sex, who have no gender, who have 3 genders or 8 sexes or so on, most humans get over it. But back on Earth, or in long-time all-human settlements... That's also why I don't talk to my father, my male parent. My female parent broke up their TAOL unit because she refused to be with someone who was so mean to me. He told me to choose, to stop being a freak, 'we aren't supposed to be this way'." Woof. Ey didn't talk about it a lot. Didn't have a reason to, but also just didn't. "So. Listen." Ey put the mug down. "The best way to respond to someone saying that there's something wrong about the way you are, the way you were born, is to tell them to -- in a lot of human languages it's something like 'go fuck themselves,' it's much ruder than it probably translates. Or to tell them to their face that you hope they die in specific horrible ways, but that might be a human thing. You don't listen to them. You prove that you are supposed to be that way. You live a happy and successful life and watch them get angry that you're thriving while doing something they think you shouldn't do."

Ey learned forward, putting one hand on Kiddo's shoulder and taking the towel with the other, wiping up the 'tears' newly coming from its ears. "That's what you're gonna do, okay? What we're gonna make sure you do. You're gonna get big, get giant even, strong, smart. An expert electrics-worker, if that's what you want. A fake hand that's cooler than a real one, if you want. Living your best life. Everyone who has ever called you that word is gonna wish they were even half as awesome as you are. Okay?"

"Okay," Kiddo answered, warbling more than usual. "I don't know if I want to try to work in electrics though, if it takes a fake hand." "That's your choice." The human hug instinct was hard to suppress here. "But, if you don't want a fake hand -- I miiight have found another option. Maybe. We'd have to check with the medics. Did you know that in my mouth, I have a muscle that works a lot like yours do? No hard part inside, but squishy and fluid-moving." Ey stuck out eir tongue. "... I don't want a human mouth muscle instead of fingers, either." "Ha! No, you can't have it anyway, we need it. But check this out: Humans like to mess with their bodies, even when we don't have to. Have you covered piercing or tattoos in class?" "Yes...?" Human conversation habits were so strange. "Some people do more complicated things. And one thing -- not very common, I doubt there's any on board, let me pull up this holovid--" The projection showed a woman laughing, sticking out her tongue, waggling the left piece, then the right. "See, it's supposed to be one piece. Some humans get them surgically divided because they think it looks cool, and because then they can do that. And I wonder if -- we would talk to the medics, I promise, this is not a time for humans' experimenting habit -- if the end of your arm could be divided along the muscle lines to give you nubbins. Let you pick stuff up, at least." "Oh... Huh." It tensed and un-tensed the squashy "palm" of its fingerless hand. And then the hand with the 2 fingers. Non-emergency surgery was an almost entirely human idea, but... well... maybe?

[Part 7]

#addie writes #long post #humans are space orcs #humans are space fae #humans and alien kids #humans and aliens #humans in space #the best revenge is living well

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urlocaltrashykid · 1 year

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Random Jack Horner Headcannons with no theme >:D (some of my interpretation of Jackie boy others just in general YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHICH ARE WHICH)

• Feeling outshined most of his life, he thought being great in every other aspect would make up for it, I think he'd be a grade A student and probably graduated top of his class.

• Growing up he didn't even get along with other normal nursery rhymes like Peter Piper and little bo peep simply because the crowds liked them more than him, they didn't "get him." (His earliest emo moment LMFAO)

• And as Jack only grew his parent's business (seeing in the movie it went from a cart to a whole factory) he's just overall probably good at crunching numbers and marketing, his true calling.

• But just because he's good at academics doesn't mean he's good in other aspects TvT. I think he's HORRIBLE at trying to socialize, with his guard up most of the time he just doesn't like talking to others and when he does its the most outlandish stuff or the dryest stuff (if it isn't about him he doesn't know how to hold on the convo.) which leaves him limited to just business partners less so friends.

• He strikes me as the type of person to want everything Big in his life, or just enjoy large quantities of anything, big family, big garden, big home, big enterprise! And the more he feeds into that mindset the more he obsesses over it. I feel he'd need someone to bring him to reality now and again and show him it's alright to leave things how they are.

• He has grown to hate the smell of Plum filling in the years he's been running the factory and tries everything to drown it out to the point of smelling like the worst Cologne and cigars. He'd smell exactly like strong concentrated men's fragrance oils and cigar ashes, most people can't stand sitting next to him. (Doubles as human repellent.)

•He reminds me of a dragon with how he hoards magical items and antiques TvT. And to think if he never went after the wishing star most of the stuff he had would've never been used, just stuff to look at, which makes me think he truly obsesses over the fact he isn't magical, and just keeps himself mad looking at all that stuff.

• And while he had loving parents they honestly could've sat him down and talked about how it's okay to not be magical and just be human. And if they did he's truly just stubborn as hell an adamant about wanting to compensate for himself XnX.

• Although we only saw the bratty part of his childhood I think he was probably a shut in of a kid, maybe really into poetry and books, big imagination. The "Big Jack Horner" is truly just a front later on in life.

• if his bloodline were to continue I could totally see them become a blue blood heritage thing, aristocrat almost? I know Royalty is a thing in their universe so I'm sure he's up there with them as a noble not because of his nursery rhyme but his sheer wealth and reputation.

• He'd either want someone strong, independent and can fight against his less than attractive attitude, and be a true opposite from him or someone who's exactly like a part of him, outlandish, intelligent and with just a hint of antisocial. And while the second option is nice, he loves to rule over that person with the "big Jack Horner" persona he wears so well, and if that person in any way retaliates against him it gets into a toxic dynamic QUICKLY, but the same can be said for option one, that's why he prefers being alone, he's aware of how he is, and doesn't care enough to change. (Ofc I'm gonna write more about him growing as a person.)

• Totally a "bahhumbug" with any holiday, in public at least.

• at first I wanted to say he'd be a cat person over a dog person but honestly? He's really neither! He'd be more into showy animals like peacocks and frilled lizards, animals that show off what they have and aren't afraid of standing their ground. (I say not cats purely on after encountering with Puss he swears off having cats in his house.)

• I think the only thing Jack would truly love in his "soulless" heart besides money and magic would be music, classical music or jazz can't decide.

•And Finally, with going back to the fact i think he'd be into poetry, he'd write some for a lady or lad he has his eye on, he's not the man to settle, but now and again someone will get a sliver of his attention and get a scented letter or invitation to his factory. The man may not have have a soul but LORD his writing is full of emotion, almost a completely different person when he writes. (This'll play big into my future writing.)

#big jack horner #puss in boots #jack horner #pib the last wish #puss in boots 2 #he big mad #long reads #headcanon #pibheadcannons

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The white horse... Silver (Cat)

Blue and Yellow is a love color combination not a specific couple, mostly romantic love (Max, Lucas, Joyce when she's with Hopper etc wear it) Throughout the show the only consistent wardrobe choices are the blue hair tie (El) and yellow watch. The latter belongs to Max which connects the horse, reins and saddle and the shield via Lucas to Max and therefore El.

The reins in the painting are yellow pointing to the driver, the saddle which means co-driver is blue l.

Max drives - Yellow , El co-drives - Blue. Savvy?

Here are Blue and Yellow even in Yellow/Mustard and Red/Ketchup (indicating that they are dating).

The horse appears in El's bedroom (there's a lot going on in this image, the post I wanted to make however contains some findings of others that I looked at and noticed the important elements - it's still a draft) too right between Blue and Yellow and Max making the hand chop movement like she's splitting something.

The horse is even at closer inspection a Unicorn - as in One. Already made a post about it but I left out an important detail in the English language regarding pronouns:

I'll talk about the use of pronouns, Elfen Lied etc later and sorry if I am repetitive but if I would have to put everything into a single post I'd need more options to use images etc.

A few months ago the writers tweeted a picture of A wrinkle in time and hinting at Mrs Whatsit (a star that sacrificed itself to fight evil) in the tweet conversation - that's the flying centaur being on the cover. A horse yet again. And everything points to ElMax that is/are the horse and the shield.

The horse is a nod to the Lone Ranger and his horse: Silver. Why? Because Lucas is a Ranger in D&D not a knight.

Get it Ke-mo sah-bee? Which by the way means "he who looks out in secret/peeks". Binoculars!

And Max then takes over, zooming (one of two meanings of "Zoomer").

Silver as in "Silver cat"

Did I mention that Max fed dog while Blue and Yellow met in California?

FYI "In the west" means all the United States not just California especially for Russians.

#elmax #max mayfield #stranger things #el hopper #elmax nation #stranger things analysis #elmax is endgame #blue and yellow

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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You called?

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I must thank you and teddy anon too for feeding my brain with these juicy ideas. And since they’re all related to Kaeya, I’ll be…cryo anon, if that’s ok.

>>>

“He’s strong, handsome, and best of all, he’s free. What’s there not to like about him?”

Among your Genshin-playing group of friends, you were known as the Kaeya simp. He was C6, lvl 90, triple crowned. He had the best set of Blizzard Strayer artifacts you could get after months and months of farming Peak of Vindagnyr. You even pulled Mistsplitter for him! And while his strength and good looks were definitely pluses in your book, the main reason you were so drawn to the Cavalry Captain was that on some level, you relate to him (I won’t go into the details here. It’s a whole can of worms in and of itself). You’ve never met a character with whom you resonated so strongly.

And that was why, after having come to terms with everything that has happened since you found yourself in Teyvat, you decided you had to talk to him. You had to tell him that he need not punish himself any longer, that he didn’t even need to in the first place. You realised that he likely had no choice but to hunt you down as relentlessly as he had. He was your so-called “favourite” (as if you weren’t also a massive simp for other characters), so it was only to be expected that he was the one to land the final blow. Of course, you were aware that you might be projecting onto him and didn’t want to assume. The best course of action was to talk to him directly so you took the first opportunity that presented itself and accepted Klee’s invitation to lunch.

of course you’d accept klee’s invitation. and, being as kind as you were, you assured diluc that you’d forgiven him.

“he thought i was somebody else. can he really be blamed?”

the answer was no, of course, but diluc knew kaeya thought otherwise.

he’d been present for most of the time kaeya had stopped by angel’s share boasting about whatever travels you’d taken him on, showing off his glittering sword (though he was always careful to keep it away from their touch, away from the stain of wine). he was your most prized, all six stars on his vision lit up blue, and he took pride in that fact. every action he took was one to extend your glory, to further your blessing on the world. he might have been born in a land of hubris, but under your guiding touch he was little more than an extension of your grace.

when the imposter descended, he was quick to pledge his allegiance, waving off the prickle on his skin as the remains of his nation’s hold recoiling from a god’s light. it would go away eventually, surely.

and when he was hunting for you, it did.

when he found you curled up against a cliff, he was at ease.

it was only when his purple blade was marked with shining blue that he realized he really hadn’t changed at all.

all that was left of khaenri’ah were the sinners, and they weren’t worth mentioning.

#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [secrets]#cryo anon #1) have i mentioned i love the root ‘cryo’ for ice stuff yet like. god. 11/10 word #2) CRYO IS ALWAYS F A R MORE EFFECTIVE IN THE RAIN-

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aikuutv · 2 years

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Under Stars

Tagging – @anzepanpan | @sophiethewitch1 | @effulgentfireflies | @mcdonaldsnumberone

Gender neutral reader (they/them)

Warning – none

The bass felt right in Kurona's hand. The atmosphere around the crowd was electrifying and rowdy. Kurona’s fellow members of the band were practically feeding from it. He could tell Isagi was getting hyped by the riffs he belted out from his guitar on his right. Yukimiya was farther away from him but the thunderous chords he strummed made him feel surrounded. Not to mention Kunigami, he was practically bashing in the drum kits. He was afraid that all the backup sticks were gonna end up broken by the next set.

Sweat was forming at his brow from the lights of blue and purple illuminated his band members. It was his turn to choose what color scheme was going to be for tonight’s show and he wanted them to be reminiscent of space, to which made Isagi and Kunigami groan slightly; Yukimiya was more supportive of his choices.

As he sang back vocals with his lip chain moving to the rhythms, fingers moving by memory to the chords of tonight's current song, ‘Planet Hotline’.

Everything was going well. Everything was doing good: so…why weren't you there?

All that filled Kurona's mind was looking for you in the crowd that filled the rented venue. Where are they?

He scanned the people most noticeable out front. Many were singing along to the song, some were dancing, a pair of two were straight up making out and one was recording the band performing with their phone, but you were nowhere.

Did you get held up at work? Did some sort of family emergency come up and you had to help?

...Did you decide the show wasn’t worth going too…?

As the song ends, Isagi announced they were going to take a small break for water and equipment check to the audience’s chattering protests. Yukimiya, on his mic, reminded the crowd it would only be 20 minutes until the next set with the kind reminder to hydrate, use the washroom, and eat a snack while they were out. Fans bursted out in shouts when Yuki’s dazzling smile was directed towards them.

His mind only could think about texting you, calling you to see if you were okay, questioning about what happened that you hadn't been to the concert he was (secretly) excited to play for with his band. To play for you.

Before entering the backroom with his group, Kurona dropped to one knee to retie a loose boot lace, his 1460 slip resistant steel toe Doc Martens. Reliable and sturdy for standing hours on a humid stage. Glancing at the little charm of the constellation of Andromeda ‘The Galactic Rose' clipped to the back of his boots why he let you put it there was still debatable, Kurona thought of the explanation of why you chose this specific charm from an Etsy store you randomly found in his librarian job.

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"Did you know that when galaxies come too close together, their mutual gravitational pulls drag at their shape, pulling them out of true?"

Kurona, who was putting away returned books back to their rightful shelves, blinked a few times at the sudden explanation, "No, I did not know that." You handed him some non-fiction books from the rolling cart which he quickly grabbed from you, his callous hands brushing against your supple ones.

"Well, guess what? This is for you–wait give me a second…" You quickly grabbed your bag to pull out the so-called ‘this’, which seemed to be giving you quite the frown in concentration.

Realizing that it would take a while for you to search for whatever you had in that bag, Kurona slipped off his reading glasses to clean the lenses. I should really do that more often…

His glasses had thin, gold, metal framing with a matching golden chain of stars with a set of the sun and moon to complete the theme. Readjusting his glasses back to the bridge of his indented nose and looking back at you, all that was thrusted towards him was an acrylic keychain of a galaxy that was similar to a rose.

He admitted it was a beautiful piece of art. All of it had soft swirls of blue and pink and hints of brown in the middle, some shining stars dotted around; it really looked like a rose. "It’s pretty. Why did you get me this?"

At his words you seemed to become flustered, eyes scanning the books, occupying the shelves and your focus on him, "W-well I just–that...we’re close and all, and reading about how these two galaxies had their mutual gravity so out of place their entire being gets reformed in a way...I thought it was like you and me in a way..."

Cute. So cute. You were the cutest you've ever been to him right there in the non-fiction area.

As if you are a blackhole consuming everything in its touch, Kurona was pulled into you. His hands reach to cradle your head, his lips touching yours in an attempt to thank you in ways he could never say with words.

His starlight. His sundrop. His moonbeam. The reason the earth pulls and waves tide. Venus with her beauty and scorching heat. You blind him and burn him and all he would do is pull you closer. Hand in hand with your hair and your charm.

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Kurona felt a bit warmer at the memory, finishing his lace before he could think about how you weren't at most of the concert. They really didn’t show up…

His hands opening the backstage door, two things immediately came to mind. One, the crisp air conditioning that assaulted his sweating body. Two, the body that had thrown themselves onto his sweaty one.

'I'm so so so soooo sorry I'm late!! There was an emergency at work because some lady wanted a non-caffeinated drink even though she ordered a latte which does have caffeine in it which she yelled for and a traffic jam happened while I was riding the bus the way here but I saw that I was running really late and was missing out on your concert so I told the bus driver to stop and BOOKED it on my life to the hall! So I ran all the way here, showed security my backstage you generously gave me and I've been waiting for you since! Man, you feel so sweaty, there's some towels over on the cou–mhmmp–!"

His mind made no sense anymore. His brain has been eviscerated by a flaming meteoroid, his body overeating like the molten core of the earth. The idea that you cared so much about his show you ran for him? The idea itself was like the possibility of a supernova and yet—you came, you came. You came.

You didn’t ditch him…

The kiss Kurona pulled you in for could only be described as desperate. Lips moving along one another in ways only lovers could. Eventually both of you had to pull away because of the oxygen. Your lungs missed oxygen too much, which Kurona huffed, “I’m glad you came…thought you would just go home…” At his words you cradled his face to yours, foreheads aligned and breaths shared, “What? Never! I could never miss the Kurona Ranze playing in his own concert!”

That made Kurona chuckle, “Yes my concert for me and me alone and definitely not for a band which usually consists of a guitarist, drummer, even a tambourine if the band feels so inclined”

Now pouting, you turned your body away from Kurona’s teasing smile and crinkled eyes while his arms trapped your body with his swaying lightly to an non-existent rhythm, now sitting on the tilted floor while the chatter of the crowd outside the room served as white noise.

"Woooooow just for that I’m leaving. I will start a hate account for you on twitter and spread hateful messages of how mean you are and that you bite the end of your pencils.” Now Kurona laughed at you, the vibrations sending your body a telephonic message to laugh along with him.

"Ranze, do you want to get off the floor now? As much as I love being in your lap, I don’t think it's recommended to have your ass on a stone cold floor. No, wait, this is a public floor, what if it's dirty..."

All Kurona did was squeeze you in response, burying his nose into the nape of your neck that did nothing but send trembles along your spine. 'Just wanna stay like this for a little bit longer..."

Soon after you and Kurona simply leaned against each other, like galaxies pulled to one another out of true, like the planets pulled to the sun, like stars scattered in the solar system. Kurona couldn’t have doubted this moment you would always be there, his Galactic Rose.

#hello this is a old pic from my previous blog enjoy yum yum #blue lock #blue lock manga #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #blue lock kurona #kurona ranze #kurona x reader #my writing

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feelin-lo · 1 year

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The one who holds the Quill.

I did my best with Chaoxiang's personality, so apologies if it's off.

You'll also notice the "Q" in quill is capitalised. No, it's not a mistake

Chaoxiang belongs to @boiling-potato

"When Trickster said she was bringing a pet over, this was the last thing I was expecting."

"Well, she's gone off somewhere, so perhaps we can... talk."

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That's how it started, now, many hours later, these two large men are comparing books as the writer crafts another tale, and the reader criticises the choice of language.

"No matter what you say, poetry is beautiful. It takes a great mind to understand it." The one in red said, his feathered quill gliding across the page like a hot knife though butter.

"I never expressed a misunderstanding. It's too emotional and lacks any depth" The one in blue snapped back, watching the quill as it weaved his tales. "Depth? Well, you surely don't mean that. Besides, none of your compositions hold any depth" The writer bit back.

That made the other angry.

They looked into each others respective gazes, a blue eye to a pair of emerald ones. Lo turned away, hunching over so he had a better writing angle "Stubborn boy. How disrespectful. I ought to put you in your place." Chaoxiang said, standing up and approaching the red adorned man, with long hair and a star to his eye, covering what Chaoxiang could only imagine was a wound.

"Pathetic, a good word that comes to mind"

Lo ignored that, taking a deep breath, taking his time with his craft.

"A man of your Caliber shouldn't be wasting energy on romance novels or poetry. You've never once been In a relationship, have you? It shows itself in the way your words come together." The writer looked up at that, an offended look greeting the cold emerald of the other. "You write women so poorly. Have you ever been with a woman? Perhaps you'd do better with a man?" Chaoxiang asked, Lo shuffled back, his arm hitting Chaoxiang's desk "W-whats it to you? Eh? Why do you care how I write?!" Lo bit back, feeling vulnerable in the position he was in.

"I believe it offensive, offensive that you call yourself a writer if you've never experienced or seen what it is you're trying to re-create with words. It's a Lie, making readers believe that's how something truly is. When in actual fact, the writer has no clue what they're talking about" Chaoxiang spoke, kneeling down and looking deep into the blue pool that Lo's eye was.

"Ever heard of personal space?!" Lo grumbled, shuffling back further "I put to feed you to the Twins." "And I put to give you a swift left hook" Lo said, though it sounded more like a whimper, his back hit the wall and he could no longer back away from the other man in the room as he knelt down, placing his skilled hands on Lo's thighs, leaning close to his face to admire his features.

"How about we practice our word use now? How would you describe the situation you're currently in? Against the wall, pinned by someone who's 10 steps ahead of you and you have no means of escape" he punctuated every word, slowly and carefully so Lo could listen to every vowel and trust and believe, it rang in his ears like heavenly chimes, or hellish drums.

"omnipotent, standing Infront of me, hands in places that make me freeze. Impossible to move my gaze incase the man who sets himself at my legs does something so unpredictable..." Lo recited, his heart quivering and writhing, threatening to stop at any moment, the air was thick, only one word could be used here. Scared.

"My turn" Chaoxiang smirked, taking his hand and stealing away the star that took up some of Lo's face, letting his scar breathe the air of the Mansion.

"Quivering yet Content. Though pain cries endless echoes in his eyes, there's a hint of need, sprinkled with loneliness and longing with a dash of desperation. To please. Desire evident in the adrenaline that rushes though veins that are so close to bursting, seen though pale and crystalline skin, so fragile that if you were to blink too hard, he would bleed"

Delicate? Lo, Delicate? Absolutely not.

"i-im not fragile-!" Lo said, though again, it sounded desperate, he wanted something to happen, he didn't know what, he didn't understand what his body was itching for, be it a mild contact if fingertips to perhaps a brush of the lips, he didn't know but all he did know is that Chaoxiang was enjoying tormenting the writer.

"Yes you are. So fragile that you're cracking under my gaze, my hands haven't moved from your thigh but yet you tremble. Is it out of desperation I wonder? You should put this in your next book, my little quill"

"I ain't your property."

Chaoxiang put a finger to Lo's Adam's apple and trailed down to his chest "Firstly it's "I am not", you'd do well to remember that, and two, you belonged to me the second you stepped though that door." He giggled, Breaking this boy apart piece by individual piece was going to be satisfying.

Not as satisfying as it's going to be, to rearrange those broken pieces into something even more perfect.

#Lo x chaoxiang #how do i tag this #BP help-

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moonchild-artemisdaughter · 1 year

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Sukuna was an old entity. He speaks Japanese so old that sometimes even his vessel, Itadori Yuuji had trouble understanding him.It sounds more like a poetry even if a curse like him could never be capable of such a thing.

The clothes he wore were centuries old, his sleeves covering his ironically clean hands even though his whole being was metaphorically covered in blood. To him it was kind of a funny joke. He dressed fully in white- color of purity, innocence when he was anything but that.

Many people called him a demon, some god. Rarely he heard them call him a human even when he was young. Most of sorcerers and villagers in his home town called him a curse.

The first time it happened he was just a newborn. He didn’t remember it but his mother sure did. He was born with his four arms and four eyes. The people never kindly treated the ones they seen as different from the pattern they always knew, so he ended up being hated since his first breath. His mother became an outcast and for that she hated him too.

People say curses are born not created but that’s a lie they are feeding each others. They refused to accept that they are the reason those evil spirits exists. Sukuna was always the best example.

He never received kindness - he never showed it

He never lived a single day not being beaten - he took pleasure in showing people what pain means

When he begged for mercy no one listened - he never listened too

He was called a calamity - he let it shape him

Some might say he was just like a giant mirror, he reflected everything they did to him and took revenge. Maybe that’s why he liked being called a king, because he rosed from nothing and took his rightful place at the top.

That’s why when he started falling in love (oh that ridiculous word) he was so at lost.

He couldn’t pick a moment when it started, he just knew that at first he hated her. Sukuna hated her so much that he was sure he could burn the whole world with cursed energy he would have produced if he was one of those vermins. He hated her because he couldn’t bring himself to look at her like the almighty King of Curses looked at other humans. Sukuna couldn’t look at (Y/N) like she was a scum of the earth cause he saw her as so much more than that. Maybe it was because she wasn’t a human at all.

When they first met Sukuna was still young and so terribly broken. It was night full of stars that shined so bright he could look at his reflection in the shallow water of a big river he slept next to. He made himself a small makeshift home, where he always waited until his injuries healed fully . It protected him from rain and from unkind stares of villagers. But what the home didn’t protect him from was a curious fae.

That night he was bleeding out, he was dying. His pink hair all sweaty, blue winter eyes clouded with pain and fear. Sukuna was clutching on his wound, slowly healing it. It was not a fast process. It was taking ages so he knew, Sukuna knew he will die here. It brought tears of shame to his eyes. Didn’t he promised himself to kill all those fools who dared to abuse him ? He couldn’t understand it. Why? Why they tried to kill him so badly when the only thing he ever did to them was trying to survive? It was unfair. Was he really the one to blame for his unique looks?

Sukuna Ryoumen passed out from pain and exhaustion that night. He closed his eyes being sure he will never open them again. But he did, thanks to (Y/N) (Y/S) that found him.

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It really is taking me to long to write this small fic but here’s I think 1/3 of it. I know what i want to do next and to be honest i kind of have it written already but I’m not sure of kind of personality Y/N should have. Since she is not a human i want her do be majestic otherworldly but also kind of sassy cause i can’t imagine Sukuna with some blushing virgin lady in distress.

@poe-daydreams

@yuujispinkhair

@thera-daydreams

I want to dedicate my work to these people ☝️ cause their works are just amazing

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #x reader

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love-me-purple · 8 months

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Hey! Could I request some pregame Kokichi and Kaito headcanons 👉👈 I haven't sent an ask before but I'd love seeing them, whether seperate or together (oumota <3)

PREGAME OUMOTA HEADCANONS!

CONTENT WARNING: Abuse/Child Neglect Warning, +Kaito smokes, also drinking mention

AUTHOR’S NOTE: First post from Mod Celestia! Yeah! I love oumota, so I hope you enjoy!! I did proof read but I might have missed some stuff so please let me know if I missed anything <3

KOKICHI OUMA

Very quiet and timid

Often bullied by other high schoolers, usually for being smaller, shorter, weaker, and/or paler than the others

Considered to be the weird one the “odd one out” at the school

Abused by his Dad, mother died when he was at a at a young age

Skinny and Short from going days without eating and hiding in small spaces (like cabinets, lockers, shelves, under beds)

His dad drinks so he has shattered glass all in his room, that he often just hides or pushes under various rocks he has collected over the years

Plays with his hair when he’s stressed which gave it a partially curled shape

Scared of needles

Very good student with all A’s

Loves rocks

Loves classical music, although the only music he’s ever heard was through school

His favorite song is Der Flow-waltzer but he has no clue what it’s from

Doesn’t have a phone

KAITO MOMOTA

Mean striking appearance yet outgoing, easily aggravated

Can be the one to lose his temper and pick fights when people bother him too much

Known for be one to result to violence

Picked up a smoking habit from his Dad’s side of the family, (mother’s side drinks but he never got into that)

Has a few piercings

Could easily win a fight, has been sent to detention multiple times

Failing grades

Loves rocks

Also big on rock and roll

OUMOTA

They met when Kaito found Kokichi stuffed in a locked <3

Kaito always looks after him to make sure he’s not getting picked on

Threatens anyone who threatens his boyfriend

They are study buddies (Kokichi wants him to pass and stop treating school like it’s not important, but he’s only scared that Kaito will have to go through what he did. Kaito tries to study but it’s hard for him)

Kaito practically forces food down Kokichi’s throat (makes sure he’s eating)

They often go back home to Kaito’s house as they haven’t done anything about the situation with Kokichi’s father, but his father doesn’t care if he’s home or not which is why Kokichi is able to leave like this. It makes them sad he doesn’t care if he’s home but they take advantage of it to hang out. It just means his father won’t feed him, but Kaito makes sure Kokichi eats before he goes home.

Kokichi is a very sweet kid and Kaito tried to introduce him to the shows he likes and kept getting anxious and warning him it might scare him but Kokichi pulled out a whole entire ‘nother personality out his back pocket and started judging shows left and right with a full b!tch personality (Kaito was flabbergasted so when his boyfriend returned back to normal he swore to never let him watch his shows with him again)

They both enjoy paw patrol and blue’s clues

Rock throwing. Skipping rocks in water. Rock painting. Rocks.

Sometimes sneak out at midnight and go star gazing

Kaito loves making things for Kokichi, he’s hesitant with his actions and doesn’t really know how to show love so it’s either all or nothing, but Kokichi adores him none the less

Their first kiss was in a McDonald’s parking lot

Bet I can’t one up that? They made out in a walmart parking lot. Why? It was hot, and the inside of the car was burning, and Kaito took his shirt off because he was hot and Kokichi malfunctioned. And then they made out. Did I mention they kissed in a McDonald’s parking lot?

Okay that’s a lie their first kiss was the first time Kaito took Kokichi stargazing. Under the Stars.

But they still made out in the parking lot

There you go!! Hope you enjoyed! I had fun writing!

#mod celestia #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #drv3 pregames #oumota #headcanons #requested

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hausofmamadas · 1 year

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| This is why the earth eats the dead |

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Pairing: Rafa Caro Quintero x María Elvira

For @narcolini - Narcos fanfic exchange 2022

Word count: 6K

TWs: Canon-typical violence, major character death, descriptions of violence

No, those days were the best because when my swollen eyelids slid back, I saw the sun and the sky and a girl I knew from way-back-when. That girl stood over me with tears in her eyes and a look on her face I’d been chasing my whole life. Betrayed by his bestest good primo, Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo, and captured in Costa Rica by a one DILF, Guillermo Calderoni, instead of being taken to prison, Rafa Caro Quintero is taken back Mexico to be tortured, dragged by a pickup truck down a back alley road in Sinaloa, and left for dead … on the front porch of the house owned by Miguel’s ex-wife, María. Still fuming after Miguel kicked her to the curb and told her he was staying in Guadalajara to bang barely legal chicks he met at a museum, María’s further devastated by her ex-husband’s descent into assholery when she finds Rafa’s nearly lifeless body. So, the question remains: she can nurse him back to health, but can she fix him?

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✴︎ Cómo me has engañado, mi hermano! Si me ha dicho lo que ibas a hacer, nunca habríamos venido. ✴︎

A conveyor belt of sky rushed above me. Chaotic streaks of what should have been full, puffy white clouds cut across waves of light blue. Or maybe those were just the stars I was seeing after hitting too many potholes headfirst.

But with the sky up there, rushing like that, the earth against my back like steel wool at seventy kilometers an hour, and the rope embedded in the skin of my ankles with the full force of the pickup truck they were tied to, I kept thinking about la Bribri historia de la creación del mundo.** I had heard it from one of the old ladies in the cathedral once. We liked to tell stories while we waited for the fire bombing in the fields to stop y esos shingadamadre chotas to get in their tanks and fuck off again, until next time.

The story went something like this.

The great creator god Sibú was having a hard time. He needed a place to put his creations but could find nothing suitable to make it with. You’d think since he created life, he could make a place for it too, but it seems even gods have their limits. So, when a bat, flying by, happened to shit soil from which all kinds of marvelous plants grew, naturally Sibú had to know his secret. (Creation myths, right? Fucking trippy.) The bat, who Sibú called tío even though they weren’t related (which never made any sense to me), told him he’d been feeding on the blood of Iriria, the newborn Earth. And wasn’t this great news for Sibú because Iriria happened to be the child of his sister, Tapir. Except, Sibú no era su tío and she wasn’t his niece (which never made sense to me either but maybe it was different for gods that way.) Anyway, Sibú hatched an elaborate plan. To lure Tapir and Iriria from where they’d been staying in the underworld, he invited them to a grand festival and asked them to put on a show, dancing the Sorbón dance for the attending lower gods, demons, and spirits. So, they did. They went and they danced. But something happened when Tapir and Iriria danced and it changed everything. The young girl tripped and fell, and all according to Sibú’s plan, in the furor and excitement of the Sorbón, the demons and spirits couldn’t see her. So they kept on dancing. Stomping on poor, helpless Iriria. Over. And over. And over. Until all that was left of her was trampled earth, from which Sibú made, well, the Earth. Seeing her daughter’s demolished remains, Tapir seethed with rage: How, my brother, you have betrayed me! If you had told me what you were going to do, we would never have come. So it’s said today, for the sacrifice of her daughter, tapirs are sacred animals not to be hunted for food or sport. And as atonement for Sibú’s betrayal and the wounds inflicted on her by his creations, all life, this is why we bury the dead. Return them to Earth for her to consume.**

𐮛

I thought about Sibú a lot when I worked in the greenhouse. When I finally had it, mi sinsemilla, primo declared me a genius. María joked that I was a regular mad scientist. But all I could think about was Sibú. About how his curiosity yielded the universe’s great masterpieces at the expense of those around him.

But thinking about it just now, sky rushing up above and the steel-wool-earth against my back, seventy kilometers an hour, I couldn’t stop laughing. It was fucking hilarious.

Because I realized it wasn’t really me who was Sibú, after all.

𐮛

Those early days were the best. Well, maybe not the first few. Definitely not the first one, when I woke up in a cold sweat, hands and ankles tied together, blood-soaked shirt, now dried, fusing me to wood slats of her front porch. Maybe I’d been her front porch all along. Why else would they leave me here? I couldn’t remember them, the “they” that left me. I couldn’t remember me. The pain in my shoulder was too much. I couldn’t remember why.

No, those days were the best because when my swollen eyelids slid back, I saw the sun and the sky and a girl I knew from way-back-when. We raced dirt bikes in the town square. She let me sleep on her couch when I’d been out too long in the field, then the greenhouse. I used to call her the brains of the operation - ‘No se la llevaron toda, compa.' - because she saved mi sinsemilla, then me. That girl stood over me with tears in her eyes and a look on her face I’d been chasing my whole life. Looking at me like I always wished she would. Only this time, I didn’t have to feel guilty.

She shouted for help, wild, brown hair whipping in the wind while she demanded answers from the nothing and nobody that left me there. In all my dreams before, she wasn’t so sorry for me. But who was I anyway? No matter. I didn’t need to remember to know who she was.

𐮛

I thought one of my fractured ribs might’ve punctured a lung because it took days for me to stop coughing up blood. Weeks to stop screaming out in the night. For Sofia. Sometimes Miguel. Mostly María. Because I knew who she was and she looked at me like that and I didn’t have to feel guilty. Except, it took a few more weeks to remember why.

It came together in the kitchen one morning, when she was making breakfast. Easy as always, the smell of cafe con leche, bacon, tortilla chips, soon-to-be migas sizzling in the pan. She sang softly con Los Zafiros. ‘El gringo, Rafa. Adónde se lo llevaron?’

The eggs she cracked against the edge of the bowl buckled my shoulder. Sofia screamed in the steam of the kettle going off. Then that face from the edges of the darkness behind my eyelids - eso hijo de la shingada chota con su bigote negro and those beady little eyes.

'Sabes que me gusta mucha acerca del hombro, Rafa? Cuánto duele cuando lo sacas de su articulación. Duele igual. Cada vez. El dolor te rompe el alma mucho antes de que se rompan los huesos.'

El dolor te rompe el alma, no mames. Mi alma ya se rompió when the first gunshot exploded the glass and I knew what mi primo did to me. If that fat bastard hadn’t been so sweaty when I spat in his face, it might’ve made a difference. Maybe not, since he never missed a beat and the cracking never stopped. The bones of my shoulder in and out of its socket, cartilage stripping like threads of a screw.

My head swam, my mouth tasted like iron, my throat was numb, I felt cold. Was this finally my time? Qué lástima sería. I just got her, just got here. Were there tiny needles swimming in my bloodstream? Cortisol. Adrenaline. Like high, but none of the flavor, none of the fun. She caught me just before my face smacked the table.

I came to with my head in her lap, mumbling, “Lo huevo– vas a quemar los huevos.”

“Qué?”

“Huevos. Pa’ las migas.”

She shook her head, “Ay, Rafa. Qué voy a hacer contigo?” and smiled my favorite smile.

My lips felt like rubber but I beamed back up at her anyway. “Ocuperás de mí?”

It took a few weeks for her to stop sobbing when she sat by my bed and watched me sleep. I didn’t know who I was, so she knew it was bad. Without a clue how, I still wanted to comfort her. I guess I did in a way, since she only ever stopped when she got up to place her finger under my nose.

If I’d been awake and remembered who I was, I would’ve told her I deserved it por todo lo que hice. Even if he deserved worse but wouldn’t get it. That old house, piles of leaves in the empty swimming pool. 881 Lope de Vega. I heard from someone later on that they’d drilled into his hands at the end, demanding to know the nothing and nobody he knew.

So, it seemed only fair they’d dragged me down some backwoods dirt road. Seventy kilometers an hour never felt so fast and took so long. I hadn’t met the man, but they said he’d had a family. My whole foolish life, I wondered what it was like to be missed by so many that much. Of course, that wasn’t why I did it. I did it to remind him I was flesh-and-blood real, standing right there. And yet when it was all over, cold, calculating, with eyes as old as time, mi primo still didn’t see me.

I probably would’ve told her too that I was far from the boy she raced dirt bikes with. But that other boy we knew from way back when? The thoughtful one with eyes as old as time, that boy was lost altogether.

And if I’d been awake and remembered who I was, I would’ve wept right along with her because that’s how much I missed him.

𐮛

When I could finally walk without getting dizzy, she took my hand and led me out into the backyard, my favorite smile blooming with the flowers on her red dress.

“Where are we going?”

“Tranquilita, mi Rafa. Vas a ver.”

Mi Rafa. I couldn’t remember when she started calling me that. But to belong in such a way? It hurt how much I never knew.

We continued past the yard, onto a dirt trail that led downhill until we came to the edge of a great, big, empty field. She glowed when she told me it was all mine.

“What’s this?”

“Es tuyo para hacerlo como que tu quieras.”

“No me chingues pues. Toda esta madre?”

She nodded, soft lips in a soft smile. And I couldn’t help but pick her up and swing her around, even as my shoulder screamed. She screamed too, like we were kids.

I set her back on the ground with a wince. “Ya tengo un plan.” When I put my arms down, the right one bent awkwardly to ease the throbbing in my shoulder. She took it, splinting my elbow against hers between us, and put her other arm around my waist. I grumbled but she shot me a familiar look that assassinated any and all will to resist.

“Leave it to you to overdo it after being out here no more than five minutes.”

I laughed. “You know me better than almost anyone. When have I ever made things easy for myself.”

“Sí, sí, Rafael Caro Quintero. A man of great passion, no sense, and odd enthusiasms. Like swinging grown women around with a shoulder no sturdier than ground beef.”

“Aahh, no me digas. You love it.”

“Entonces, cuál es tu plan?”

“Pues por supuesto, I’ll build a greenhouse. And when that’s done, I’ll start with sinsemilla.”

She smiled wryly, “Claaaro qué si. Because it hasn’t caused you enough trouble.”

“And then, I was thinking we could sell it.” She cocked an eyebrow up and pursed her lips, a look that said she thought I’d lost it. Again. “But instead of competing with the other plazas, we unite them, create una grande federación, controlando todo el mercado de mota.”

Her face relaxed and she chuckled darkly, elbowing me in the ribs.

“Ay, ya basta. I’m still fragile.”

“If that really is your plan, pues voy a romper tu otro hombro, hombre.”

I looked out at the black hills on the horizon, seeing María’s face in place of eso pendejo Calderoni. Savage brown eyes, enraged, beads of sweat dotting her perfect forehead.

“Si ese chota hubiera sido tan hermosa como tu?” I looked down at her and winked. “El dolor? No me valía madre. I wouldn’t felt a thing.”

She elbowed me again. “Ay, pinshe bruja, no mames.” No loyalty left to dam the tide, it was hard not to get carried away ‘cause I adored her more than the world.

“No mames tu, cabrón. So, c’mon. Let’s hear it. The real plan.”

“Sí, sí, bien.” With my arm still propped against hers, we started walking slowly along the edge of the field. “Esos manos,” I wagged my hands, “fueron hechas para cultivar sinsemilla, pues sí? Pero quien sabe pues? I can grow other things, coffee beans, cacao. Algo así.”

Maria looked down at the ground and shook her head. “Appropriately indulgent.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Chocolate, coffee, little addictions. Una sombra de las drogas, sí but always indulgent.”

“Pues sí, pues. Qué dijiste de mi? A man of odd enthusiasms.”

She leaned her head into the crook of my neck and squeezed me tight. I didn’t have to feel guilty. Sometimes I did anyway. Instincts of self-preservation were hard-earned-hard-lost in my line of work.

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She stopped crying at my bedside while I slept but sometimes, she still cried in the middle of the night. A vision in a white caftan, sleeveless shirt, linen pants. Chain-smoking La Llorona, haunting the steps of her own front porch. She usually sat in the spot where they left me that first day. We tried so hard to get the bloodstains off the wood but they’d have to be sanded and revarnished, which I promised I’d do. Except I hadn’t yet because I was scared when I did, I’d lose me for good.

My room was at the front of the house, so sometimes I’d turn over in bed, close my eyes, and listen while she swallowed the sadness back so hard, she could barely breathe. That conveyor belt of blue sky would pop in my head with her sobs like a soundtrack. The more nights we played out this routine, the more I knew we— she couldn’t go on like this. Too great a toll, pretending she wasn’t living with a dead man, hiding me from him and the whole world. None of it was any of mine, anyway.

So, it was the weirdest thing. When I’d finally decided to leave, that’s when it happened.

I went out and sat with her, which I never did. But it this time it was raining and she couldn’t catch her breath and I got scared. You could call it inconsolable but that’s too small. She didn’t stir when the screen door slammed or rush to hide the evidence. No doubt she knew the angry red splotches on her cheeks gave everything away.

I didn’t know what to do. But then I remembered what someone told me once: how comfort is like a kiss. No rulebook, but instinct. So, I did what I felt. I sat on the steps next to her, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee like we were two sides of the same seam because it seemed the thing to do. Splinting her to me to ease the pain like she did with mine.

We sat there like that. For a time.

I took a joint from my pocket and held out my hand. “Encendador, amor.”

Her hands were so cold, I nearly jumped when she passed it to me. She didn’t seem to notice as we sewed back together again, this time with her head on my shoulder. I lit up and tried to blink away the dark spot in my vision left by the hot embers at the end of the joint. Because it made me think of the metal rods they’d used. Hands tied up and hanging. Glowing red tips pressed to my sides.

I inhaled, then breathed her name out with smoke, “María.”

She sniffled, “Sí.”

Looking down next to me, I studied the bloodstains that dotted the wood, tracing them with my finger. “I’ll take care of these in the morning,” I said, dusting them. “Then I think I’ll go.”

In the crook of my neck, I felt her stiffen. “So that's how you’d repay me, then. Just leave.”

“I thought you’d be relieved.”

We sat there like that. Some more.

Until she jerked her head off my shoulder and looked at me, not bothering to wipe the new tears rimming her eyes. Her caftan slid off her shoulder. I pulled it back up and watched goosebumps spread across her collarbone, up her neck. On my hand, up my wrist, I got them too like they were contagious.

“Querida.” Confused, I swiped a tear from her cheek and held my thumb up, “No se trata de eso, o qué?”

She cocked her jaw to to one side, then looked away and scoffed. I loved the way she looked when she did that and hated when she did it to me.

“A día de hoy, estás una de las chingas personas más listos que he conocido en toda vida, mi Rafa. But sometimes.” She turned to look at me through half-lidded eyes, exhausted all of a sudden, “Sometimes you still see the world through the eyes of a boy I knew from way back when.”

Before I could ask what she meant or if she’d been reading my mind, her lips were on mine. And every nerve from my scalp to the heels of my feet detonated. My whole life flashed before my eyes. What I wanted most in the world, that I never had, because none of it was any of mine, anyway. That’s what she was supposed to be until I ended up in an early grave, right? Oh, right. Funny, since I actually had died. In a way.

Her cold hand wrapped around the back of my neck, lips and tongues ebbing, flowing against each other. My brain like it was knocking against my skull, mind screaming at me to stop and still I found my hand sliding around her waist. Perilous, rigid edge of her teeth on my lower lip made me hitch my breath, to prepare me for— She bit down hard. Hard enough to snap gravity and I dug the pads of my fingers into the small of her back to ground myself without it. Then I caught her lip in my teeth and nipped back. Two sides of the same seam. So, it must’ve been insanity itself that brought my hand to that satisfying spot where her neck met her jawline. And ripped it. Like an idiot.

And all I could choke out was, “Not … this … way.”

She was alert suddenly, startled by what I’d said. Or maybe the way I said it. Maybe trying to piece out the truth from the lie. Since I didn’t mean it really. Except I really did. With all of me. I wondered if she could see my mind vibrating, violently searching for an explanation, and that’s why she waited. Waiting while I malfunctioned.

“I can’t— the— why, how— please don’t— don’t make me what you use to get back at him.”

Her lips pursed and she furrowed her brow. Looking at the little lines that creased her forehead and between her eyebrows, I wanted to take it all back, grab her, crush her into me. Probably before I was insane, I would’ve. But sanity got burnt up at seventy kilometers an hour and all that was left was the echo not like this, not like this, not like this over and over.

There was a look of awe on her face. And it gave me the strangest, most painful feeling. Like I wished a hole would rip open in the Earth, so we could jump in and entomb ourselves there for forever. Scar-tissue-thoughts I called those ‘cause they reminded me how my mind would probably never be like it was before. I tried not to get lost in that one like I did sometimes.

She cupped my face with one hand, and pulled my arm around her waist with the other, placing it in the same spot as before. Except for her hands, she felt warm against my chest in a way that made my stomach drop. The clouds parted a little, so I saw her eyes in the light of the moon. They looked lit with it, from the inside.

“What makes you think this is about him at all?” Then she kissed me again, and again.

We both knew it was a lie. But on nights like those and many others, nights when we got tangled like that, nights when we were both sides of the same seam, we pretended it wasn’t.

I had to stop pretending when she started taking his calls again.

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I don’t know how long it was. It must’ve been months, a year, maybe more. Long enough for me to forget I was dead. Time didn’t pass for me how it did before. No, that’s right. It must’ve been years because it was sometime around the election. I only knew he got into trouble with that old bat in Matamoros and in trouble with the politics. Again. Only this time he had no one else to feed the machine when it was done and they got what they needed. Yeah. That was it. Because he came back to Badiraguato, back home to lay low.

That was when he started showing up everywhere. He even came by the house one time.

There was something satisfying about the squeaking sound the hinges made when the backyard gate door swung open and closed. I liked to pull extra hard just to hear it and that day was no different. Nothing different about the way I skipped up the steps to the patio either. Or how I wiped my boots on the rug outside before I stepped in the house.

Before I could smell the food, I heard them in the kitchen, María chiding Abril.

“No, no, no, no. Nada de dulces antes de cenar.”

“Pero tengo haaaambre.”

“Después de tu tarea. Ándale. Dile a tu hermano también.”

I walked through the dining room to the kitchen and set a pile of herbs on the counter.

She smiled slyly at me, “Nunca paran de tragar.” Her face lit up when she saw the herbs. “Ah, fresh from the greenhouse. Didn’t think you’d have them this time.”

I caught her arm as she reached for them, and pulled her in for a kiss. She deepened it, sliding her hands from my forearms to my shoulders. She always held on longer than I expected. I’d never gotten used to it.

She pulled back and smiled. “After I add these, dinner’ll be ready.”

“Ah, for you, amor. I’ll wait forever.”

Her hands still around my neck, she threw her head back and rocked me forward a little. “If it weren’t for that diabolical smile of yours, that would be the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard.”

“No te preocupes, mija.” I winked. “It’s the cheesiest I’ve ever used.”

She fiddled with the buttons at the top of my shirt, “Given what I know of your history, chulo,” then let go and turned to the stove, “that’s saying something.”

I grinned as I walked away, “What history?”

I headed to my bedroom to find her father looking out the window. He tried not to look embarrassed when I knocked on the open door.

“Lo siento, Rafa. I was just—” When he couldn’t find a proper excuse, he just sighed and raked his hand over is face, motioning out the window.

That’s when I saw his blue Buick idle up the driveway and park at the big metal gate. He didn’t get out right away. Just sort of sat there. So, her father and I just watched him, watching.

“Papá, ya quieres tu café? Papá!”

Neither of us answered her.

“Qué pasa?” Her determined footsteps got louder and louder, until she breezed into the room.

I didn’t bother trying to lie but he attempted a too-rushed, “Nada. No pasa nada.”

The joy of intrigue wiped from María’s face and now she just looked wary. “Qué estás mirando, entonces?”

Incredible how little I felt, holding back that curtain, staring at the outline of the man responsible for my death, while he sat in the driver’s seat of mi primo’s blue car. For a split second and all at once, I hated him because I missed him. It hurt how much I missed him. Then I hated me for missing him. And then it emptied to nothing. The oddest thing. Pretty fucking dumb too. I should’ve been afraid at least, considering what would happen if he or anyone knew I was alive. Back in that room with the metal prods, pain, shoulder popping, in-and-out, in-and-out, pain, dry mouth, wet concrete tongue dragging across the roof of it, pain and too much more.

I didn’t know how I felt, so I didn’t know how I wanted her to respond because it never mattered so much what I wanted. But there was no denying my heart seized up in my chest, the arteries all throttled, when I saw how hard her jaw clenched and watched her rage nearly warp the air around her. I supposed she’d have to have been hit in the head as many times as me, to feel the nothing I did.

The three of us stood motionless for a moment, until she sighed, turned around to look at the bedroom doorway, then back again to the window, before making a break for the front door. As she dashed down the still-stained front steps and marched across the courtyard to meet him at the gate, it hit me. He’d just got there. Hundreds of feet from us and not even out of the car yet, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. And even though I stood right there, next to her, she never once looked at me. Before walking out the door.

That was the end of pretending.

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I was putting up the fence around the greenhouse, hammering posts on the north side of the field, when she brought out iced tea and empañadas. It hadn’t happened in a long time but I kept seeing them today. Flashes of dirt road in the wood grain of the posts, rushing, dragging beneath me. I had to stop now-and-again to wipe them from my eyes. She told me I looked tired. When she could tell I was tired, she liked to give me things to dream about. Maybe that’s why she asked.

“Quieres venganza?”

I stopped hammering and stood up straight.

“Qué?”

“Supongo— lo que quieres decir es si piensas en la venganza?”

I swung the mallet over to rest on my good shoulder and looked out onto the horizon. Something about these sunsets at home made me want to hold her. And the wanting but not, made me want too much at once.

“Claro que no, querida. I'm just happy I’m not dead.”

She looked at me quizzically as she walked over. She set the cup and plate on the empty wood barrel next to me and picked a piece of hay from my hair.

What was she asking? And why? And why now? Too many tangled up questions and the words came tumbling out. No amount of grabbing empty air would shut them back up into the leaky box, my mind, where they belonged.

“Why? Do you?” Because I had stopped pretending but I didn’t know if I was I ready for her to. “Is that what this is?”

She leaned her head against one of the posts. Looking out into the red-orange sky, no hesitation, crisp like glass, “A veces.”

I suppose I knew. It never made sense for her to love me all of a sudden and for no good reason except I just showed up one day and needed her.

“But not usually.”

Windswept hair and brown eyes lit red by the horizon, downright dangerous was how she looked. The sky looked like hell and she looked at it like it was hers. María at her most dangerous gave El Jefe de Jefes a run for his money. I always figured that’s why he sent her away. And yet, just like me, she felt so much more for him than he deserved. How could she not, padre de sus hijos. And how could I expect her to let go when I couldn’t. Still, being reduced to a weapon was a familiar disappointment. It meant, like him, she couldn’t see me just then.

I grabbed an empañada and shoved it in my mouth, too fast, so she couldn’t see how hard my jaw was clenched. It burned my tongue and nearly cooked the back of my throat as I swallowed. Maybe this was my sign to run, take advantage of being dead, leave the boy and the girl I knew from way-back-when for good.

My throat, still with that numb, burnt feeling made my voice thick, so I didn’t sound so wounded. “Given the look on your face, I see you have.”

When she closed her eyes, I realized she was crying. I always thought it was weird how that happened sometimes when she was angry.

“He’s their father. But with how they left you, Rafa–” She pulled in a deep, shaky breath like preparing for confession, “I— I don’t know where to put it. All this rage.” Her hands balled into fists and she turned to look at me. “Did you know, when I can’t sleep, sometimes I count the ways he’s hurt us like counting sheep.”

Those few solitary tears sliding down her cheeks, catching at her chin, dripping off the edge of her jaw onto the collar of her shirt, I felt the urge to bottle them up and take them with me everywhere. Scar-tissue-thoughts. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there, waiting to follow her lead. Just as I had in all things.

“And that’s when I think, yes. He was their father. But now? Ya no más que una puta infección, un enfermedad de la verga, polluting everything he touches.”

“Do you feel polluted?”

“Qué?” She gave me that look again, eyebrow cocked, like I was nuts.

I dropped the mallet, and walked over. Arms crossed, I rested them on the finished part of the fence and propped my chin up to look at her.

“It’s just what I said. ‘Cause well,” I tapped my temple with my finger, “I have some screws loose and– how did you put it? Ground beef for a shoulder?”

She cracked a small smile. Success.

“So, we both know I’m polluted. Owe that to myself more than anyone, most likely. But not all of it, true. So, do you feel he’s polluted you?” Then I jutted my chin up toward the house, “Them?”

She was quiet for a long time, long enough for the sun to slide behind the hilltops, casting her in new shades of purple. I was trying hard not to disappear like I did sometimes. She fixed her eyes on me just in time, swiping her cheeks quickly. “Ah, mi Rafa. It’s just what I said. Everything he touches.”

I asked it with no anger, no jealousy. That wasn’t what this was about. “So why go, then?”

We’d never talked about it but she knew what I meant. She never lied to me, so wasn’t some big secret. She didn’t even try to hide the invitation. To some political three-ringed circus to celebrate the election. He was sending a private jet for her and everything. It was a big deal.

She considered the question for a long time, before whispering, “I have to know for sure.”

“Know what?”

“That I’m right to believe he can’t change.” She stepped away from the post and walked down the length of the fence, grazing her hand along it until it came to rest on my arm. Then she leaned in and kissed me. It didn’t feel like goodbye just yet. But we were getting there.

Then we stayed like that for a little while, forehead to forehead, eyes closed. In my head, I got the sensation like I was falling.

“And what more is there to lose when the damage is done, when we’re polluted already.”

I watched her disappear up the hill heading back to the house. I should’ve said it even if I knew it wouldn’t have made a difference. Unless you were dead, he’d find something to take. Because he only saw the world in terms of “more.” He polluted you with the prospect of “more.” It’s what made him so brilliant. And why he was all alone.

I grabbed the mallet to get to work again. But I was seeing the road in the grain of the wood still. It was coming at me, faster this time. Not flashes. I was there again. It had been a while but actually, I’d been back a few times since it happened.

In the beginning, I couldn’t stop living there. That’s why she started climbing into bed with me. To remind me I wasn’t there because I couldn’t be because no one could be in two places at once. She’d put her arm around me and I’d lean against her, unable to move except to jolt every time a rock kicked up and seared the back of my neck, gouged another welt in my shoulder blade, cracked against one of my elbows. My hands were always the worst, no circulation, bound numb and twisted in the ropes, mangled by the friction of the gravel they slid over. Before I blacked out, I was curious every time. How’d I get here? The answer in his voice, always so calm, and filled with love lost and sadness. Which made sense since he knew I was a lost cause.

Ya tienes más de que lo necesitas. Ya dejar de soñar, Rafael.

And maybe that was the whole problem.

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After that, I didn’t wait too much longer, a few weeks maybe. Then one morning, I got up at dawn and crept around the house, collecting my things. If I waited to say goodbye, I'd never leave. Because she wouldn’t want me to and it still wouldn’t be enough. She gave me plenty to dream about and I loved her for it and I loved her.

But I was awake now.

I was holding too much stuff, so I swung the door open too hard. Caught just before it slammed, and I sighed, chest full with disappointment and relief. I guided it gently to a close, then strode across the porch to the steps where I stopped short to look down at the clean, newly varnished planks where my blood used to be. It happened just like I thought. I lost me. I was gone. For some reason I thought of the story again, about how the world was made.**

On that back alley dirt road, laughing into the sky like I wasn’t dying, I’d finally worked out that I wasn’t Sibú, but I never decided who I was instead.

Was I the chorus of trampling demons and spirits? Was I Tapir? Or the trodden Earth Iriria? Or maybe, since I’d sort of died, I was thousands now buried, recompense, fodder in the machine of their vengeance. Or maybe I was nothing at all.

My heel hit the first step. I guess I had time now and the whole world to figure it out.

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And that's a wrrrrap! Sorry for all the Spanish. I was going to make a glossary but I already wrote the thing and it's 6,000 words give or take, so just gonna have to give it a good ole Goog. Thanks for reading.

**See here if you're interested in learning more about mesoamerican myths and legends or about the bribri tribe specifically, this is where I found the story.

#fuck these tags #too tired #rafa caro quintero #maria elvira #narcos mexico fanfic #guaranteed there are typos #some grammatical weirdness in this #as my friend likes to say #couldn't be arsed #cba #see how cool and british i am #even though i couldn't be further from british #it's fine

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