BURY YOUR TEARS WITH THE PAST

❝THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN KILL ME AND SAVE ME... IS ME.❞

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────── ❝THANKS FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT! SEE YOU ALL IN THE NEXT ACT.❞

ACT I. ❝LEADING MAN OF THE APOCALYPSE❞

RAVEN ✦ 23 ✦ THEY/THEM WANDERER OF DIFFERENT REALITIES KAEYA'S STARLIGHT ✦ HUGO'S MOCKINGBIRD

ACT II. ❝HE RETURNS FROM THE ABYSS❞

RULES & INFO ✦ DIRECTORY ✦ AO3

ACT III. ❝MY CURSE, MY FATE❞

MASTERLISTS: ZENLESS ZONE ZERO ✦ GENSHIN IMPACT

© mockingbirdtears 2025 ─── do not copy, repost, translate, modify, claim my works or use works for ai

[mockingbirdtears]

Kind of want to change up my theme... But what to...

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Logged in and he was there 😃

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It's so cold... I think it'd be nice to be all snuggled up with Hugo under the blankets 😔

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WELL HELLO THERE...

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I always love this pose of his like... so dramatic... I love him.

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NOW SHOWING: ❝DRUNK ON YOU❞ Featuring: Hugo Vlad

Summary: Hugo gets drunk and is needy for your touch. Warnings: alcohol (Hugo is drunk), suggestive; a tiny bit of dry humping but nothing else explicit Notes: A bit of a shorter one, but I felt it was too long for the usual snippet format so it's in my usual fic format :) Also this idea is thanks to one of my Hugoomfs (🫵 you know who you are)

Word Count: 0.6k+

Hugo doesn’t really get drunk. Or at least, he doesn’t allow himself to. Not when he’s out in public, where a slip-up could cost him more than just one of his a thousand masks. So you never get to see him beyond his usual, teasing self whenever the both of you are at a bar, indulging in drinks.

In the privacy of your own home however... That is a different story.

In the safety of your shared home, Hugo can let loose, unwind. He unravels with each glass he drinks, face becoming flushed, his usual teasing personality slipping into something more honest (not that he isn’t when he’s around you, but you can tell it’s usually still with some restraint). 

He’s got his cheek smushed against the palm of his hand, propped up by an elbow on the table as he stares at you with dreamy eyes. He says your name, but it’s slurred with how much alcohol is in his system. It makes you chuckle with fondness at how adorable he is right now. 

“I think that’s enough alcohol for you now, my love,” you say, reaching over to pluck the empty glass out of his hand. “You’re slurring your words now.”

Hugo looks at you with big shiny eyes when you take his glass away from him, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. Like you just took away his favourite toy. 

“But darlingggggg,” he whines, almost nearly slumping over onto the table. “I want more…”

“No, Hugo,” you gently decline his request. “We can’t have you destroying your liver. How will Mockingbird continue to operate if its leader is suffering from alcohol poisoning?”

Hugo’s pout seems to intensify, reminding you of a cute little bat. You can't help but chuckle at the mental imagery. 

“Then I’ll just have you then.”

Ha?

Hugo’s drunk words make you blink in surprise, and you can’t help but watch as he clumsily gets to his feet, nearly tipping over. You immediately stand to steady him over the table, and he uses you as support to round the furniture, so he can practically fall limp on top of you.

“Hugo—!”

His arms immediately wrap around you, keeping you close to him as he buries his face into your neck. Despite how drunk he is, his strength is still there—you know he won’t let you go so easily if you tried to pull away. So you try your best to settle back down in your chair with a long noodle of a man clinging onto you, collapsing into your lap. 

“You feel warm…” he mumbles into your neck, tightening his hold on you just a bit. “Can you touch me please, darling?”

You feel him place his lips on your neck in a kiss right after, sending a spark of need through your body. He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s placing another kiss, and then another, and then another. You feel him shift his hips, something warm and hard nudging against you. 

It eats at your self-control, stirs your own need. Rationality starts to crumble when Hugo’s hips start to buck against you more.

“Darling, please,” he whines, his fangs grazing against your neck. You feel several threads of your self-control snap at that, barely holding on with just one left. You have no doubt he can taste your racing pulse underneath his teeth right now. 

“Hugo…”

“Darling please touch me. I need you please.”

His hips buck even more against yours and you whimper at the ripple of pleasure that goes through you from it. He takes your hands and places them onto his body.

“Please, please my love. Please touch me. I need you so bad.”

The way he’s begging, rutting his hips against yours, so absolutely needy for you and your touch... 

You feel that last thread snap and you give in.

[mockingbirdtears]

I need to give Hugo a kiss on his cheek. Lots maybe.

[cheriafreya]

Do not close the window, for the birds will bring love and carry away death.

[121231212i]

Mockingbird

[lunaefreya]

hugo's the type of boyfriend to praise you hell and back for 10 consecutive minutes without missing a beat with the intent to fluster you, but the moment you give him a piece of his own medicine by complimenting and flashing your sweet, genuine smile? he fumbles immediately, a generational fumble, if you will.

"my my, (name)," Hugo began, letting his gloved hand reach for a loose strand of your hair, letting it fall through his fingertips seamlessly before taking a single step closer — close enough for the tip of his nose to brush against your hairline. "you look absolutely radiant today, but when are you not?" he hummed against your forehead, "enchanting you are, even when standing still under the moon's gentle gaze—" just as he was about to finish his sentence, his sharp eyes caught onto the sudden smile on your face. warm. he thought. too warm, yet not unwelcome. "ah, you think so?" you inquired, voice seeping with a tinge of playfulness. "why thank you.. but i beg to differ this time around." you shrugged, causing hugo to look momentarily off-guard before he composed himself back into charming mode once more. just what did you mean by that? normally, you'd either accept the compliment with a subtle tinge of pink draping your cheeks no matter how many times you vehemently deny it whenever hugo dared to point it out... or you playfully brush him off with a single flick of your hand! not once have you ever disagreed with him whenever he had the luxury to compliment you at every turn he got. nevertheless, he cleared his throat, attempting to sweep the odds back into his favor. although something in your expectant expression told him to remain silent for the time being. slowly, you let the tip of your pointer finger trace the corners of his upturned lips — feeling the smooth edges that demanded both perfection and natural poise befitting of a sharp noble. even feeling the way hugo trembled under your probing yet gentle touch. barely noticeable under the naked eye, if you squinted hard enough.

and then, you spoke. "the reason why i disagree with you tonight," you began, voice barely above a whisper, not even allowing the hustle and bustle of Port Elpis to listen in. eyes now settling on his heterochromatic ones, sparkling. "is not because i don't view myself as radiant..." you chuckled. "far from it, actually." you exhaled slowly, "but because my radiance pales in comparison to your smile, to the way your smile actually reaches your eyes in a way it knocks me off balance sometimes." ... what. hugo's breath hitches under the sheer pressure of your words. such sincerity in one night? he might as well say his goodbyes to his cold composure. It's over for him. to be so caught off guard by a genuine compliment is beneath him! not once has the hugo vlad been rendered speechless, no one has ever stolen his spotlight without him taking it right back. but tonight? he didn't feel like taking back the spotlight. not when his lover was looking at him like he hung the stars. he blinked once. twice. thrice before he decided to let out a huff of laughter from his nose — weak and shaky with the way it trembled under the ocean breeze, a far cry from a man that commanded the shadows with a mere point of his finger. with new, profound shyness that's considered a rarity for someone as confident as hugo, he gives in to these warm sensations — a type of vulnerability that is only grasped in the hands of those you trust. "ah.. seems like i've been played by my own game tonight," he admits softly, his gaze softening under the sincerity of your praise. "not that i mind, far from it..." "in fact," he couldn't help but continue letting that genuine smile finally break through from his protective shell of elegant composure. "i welcome it with open arms, as long as you're beside me through it all, yes?" in that moment, hugo knew he was caught firmly in your grasp tonight. a grasp that didn't feel restrictive nor edged with judgment — instead, it cradled him with such gentleness and patience he didn't know what to do with himself. but tonight? perhaps it's okay to unravel every once and awhile, if it means getting caught by the person you trust the most.

[mockingbirdtears]

A few more.

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Thankful that 3rd POV camera got implemented cause it lets me be truly insufferable in that I will take a billion pics of Hugo just doing things

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sighs I miss him so much...

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"Happy birthday."

As soon as the clock hit midnight, HUGO says those two words to you.

Plain as they may be on their own, but said with the loving tone of his voice, with the soft smile on his face, the words feel infinitely more special.

You can't help the smile that pulls at your lips, the warmth that swells in your heart.

Hugo continues. Of course he does. He's a man of grand theatrics and to leave things half-done and simple would be akin to an insult to him.

"On this day, you were born. Since then, you have experienced a lot in your life. I can't claim to know or understand it all, but I am glad that you're still here."

He takes a breath, quiet yet almost loud in the tender silence.

"I am glad to have met you. To have you in my life. You have become very special to me."

He leans in, hands moving to cup your cheeks, holding your face gently.

"May you have many joyous days and years ahead, my love. No matter what, I will walk with you through the dark and the light."

[mockingbirdtears]

Nice.

[mockingbirdtears]

To say you feel like shit is an apt description for your current state—runny nose, scratchy throat, body too warm and head feeling too foggy.

You're sick, much to your annoyance.

You feel too lethargic to get out of bed, eyes yearning to close once more despite the hours of rest you've already had. You know you should get up, take some meds, try to get some food and water in. And you would've done so yourself...

Except you know HUGO would never let you hear the end of it.

The moment he heard you were sick, he had forced you to rest and to stay resting. He brought your meds to you, warm water and delicious bowls of soup too.

He'd also attempt to give you a few kisses of consolation as well, even if only on your head. But you'd insisted that he try to keep his distance lest he get sick too.

"Once you've recovered, I'm going to give you all the kisses you've missed out on."