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Icterine Heartbeat [Mad!Miguel x Tiny!Reader] [Reader x Miguel O'Hara Variant Romance Series]

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Anyway, this is a multichapter Reader x story I wrote for one of my AU Miguel O'Hara variants, you can read his full profile here (though it does contain major spoilers for this fic, lol)

Wanted to write about this guy, and a Reader x story, and a g/t story, so this is all of those in one fic, lol.

Content warnings for this fic include: Blood, gore, medical procedures, dissection, human experimentation, body horror, starvation, G/t, and (optional) soft vore. Reader discretion is advised.

Plot/character summary:

Miguel O'Hara is a mad scientist living in the ruins of a post-apocalyptic Earth, ravaged by nuclear war. A man of ruthless reputation, he became something not quite human after encountering something deep within the hidden reaches of his lab. Now he looms several feet taller than any other human left on earth, with uncanny behavior and quirks to match, and rules the territory owned by his company, Alchemax, with an iron fist.

You, the reader, are a scavenger, a skilled survivalist in the nuclear wastes. After you suddenly and inexplicably shrink down to just a few inches tall, you attempt to sneak into Alchemax territory and steal some desperately-needed resources. This a risky move given the territory's vast army and dangerous citizens, and luck is not on your side: you encounter Miguel O'Hara down in the lab, and he's not willing to let an oddity like you slide past his curious eye.

Now captured and unable to leave, you see his madness and cruelty up close...but is there something more to him, something tragic behind his cackling insanity?

And is there something between you and him that neither of you could have predicted?

>READ HERE<

[goosemagician]

A few Anti-Hero AU doodlies of Hero and RGB after they fail to save the world, the first time RGB gets Hero to smile/laugh after the fact, and some soft sleepy healing buckos to make up for it <3 (in that order)

Bonus piece of writing (poetry? Kinda?) under the cut! (It's also on AO3 as well)

The sickly white light that streamed through the window cast the room in harsh light and sharp shadows.

They kept the curtains closed. 

There was something different about the grief that split Hero’s chest open and threatened to tear her apart–the guilt that stirred and burned in her stomach like a hot coal begging to be doused. A great big hole had opened up inside of her and swallowed up everything that made her her. 

There was something different about the way RGB held her–the way he would see her shaking, picking at her hands, or chewing on her lip to try to abate the burning in her eyes and the lump in her throat. He would guide her hands apart, or ease her lip out from between her teeth, or rest his hands gently on her shoulders, then fold her into his arms and hold her until the hole inside of her stopped being so hungry or the coal stopped sizzling in her stomach. 

There was something different to his words. He no longer talked as often, or as loud, because Hero heard the colors dripping down the front of his screen. The cyan that perpetually flowed freely, and the yellow that followed it. But, amidst the sadness and fear, the grief and guilt and anguish she knew he felt just as deeply as she did, she could see green, plain as day when he turned his screen to her and smiled with wobbly test bars and heavy shoulders. 

When he spoke, it was quiet. Soft. 

“There, there,” he said one night while Hero failed to remember how to breathe. “I’ve got you, my love. I’m here. I’ve got you.” 

When Hero would reach for his cane, he offered his hand instead. 

He was so gentle. 

Everything outside had been sliced apart and bled out until nothing remained. Outside was brutal, and sick, and dead. 

But inside, with the curtains closed, she was held on the bottom bunk of her bed, wrapped up in her blankets in RGB’s lap. His chest was warm where she leaned into it, looking at the book he read from in one hand while the other smoothed across the top of her head. 

His voice was deep, and smooth, and very nearly succeeded at putting her to sleep. 

Sometimes his voice would shake. She would ask if he was okay, and he would pause before tilting his head, dripping green and cyan, and he would ruffle her hair without answering. 

Sometimes he would jolt awake in the small hours of the night, just like she would. His screen would leak until his lap was full of liquid color. Hero would find him on the bottom bunk, screen in his trembling hands, and she would crawl in front of him and pull his telly-head into her arms before she was wrapped in his. He held her so firmly Hero would think he was afraid of her disappearing. 

There was something different about the way they held each other together when all they wanted to do was shatter apart. 

There was something different. 

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CW/TW: Crying, guilt mention, slight angst, and sadness mention if you wish not to read this Igor scenario below. Feel free to past scroll this.

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Igor Scenario #1: Tears from the Heart (This is literally my first writing prompt ever, so please forgive me if it's a little too sad or if the title is dumb)

[Setting: Igor's castle, nighttime]

It was getting late at night, and Eva, Scamper, and Brian were already asleep in their rooms. Igor was about to get dressed and get ready for bed when he stumbled upon his beret on his nightstand. He had completely forgotten all about it a few weeks ago after saving Eva and Malaria. It was a gift from Eva on the night of the Evil Science Fair. He explained that nobody had ever given him a gift before. He really loved his gift. It was really special to him because it came straight from Eva's heart.

Igor kept staring at the beret for a few minutes until he grabbed it, sitting down on the side of his bed, and gently brushes it with his thumb. He looks at it with a small smile on his face. For a few seconds, he never realized how much that gift meant a lot to him. It made his heart swell with joy. Despite almost using Eva as a weapon and for his own gain to get to be someone famous if he were to win at the Evil Science Fair and be the Evil Scientist he ever so wanted to be, he genuinely cares about her. She may not be evil like he wanted her to be from the beginning. He simply loves her just the way she is.

He even apologized to her and admitted his own mistakes, which, in turn, she forgave him.

Still, all that guilt and all of that ambition to be someone he's not overpowered him whenever he kept thinking about it. He tries not to think about it anymore and let go of the past as he is still staring at the beret. He continued to admire his small gift before his smile turned to a small frown, sniffles, breathed shakily, and his eyes began to pour out tears. He sobbed quietly. For the first time for the majority of his life, after all these years, he cried. And he is not ashamed for it this time.

He brings the beret close to his heart and firmly grasps it with his hands as he feels all the guilt crept up back to him. His tears fell upon his face as he weeped and with his eyes closed. He utterly feels guilty about what happened before, but at this moment, it hits him differently. All that goal to be an evil somebody strikes him in the chest and in the heart. All that guilt washed all over him. He has never felt this much sadness and more guilt in his entire life. This is still all new to him after Malaria's freedom and the sunshine had returned. He doesn't want to stop this feeling. He wanted to keep feeling this way. He wanted to cry. He really wanted to let it all out.

All those emotions he had bottled up for the most part of his life back when he used to believe everything about embracing evil, back when he used to be a lab assistant to Dr. Glickenstein, back when he took all of his former master's cruelty, and back when he thought and hoped that he could have a chance to be with the woman (Heidi/Jaclyn who was a shapeshifter and a female Igor all along) of whom he used to have a crush on by winning her heart have been spilled out.

Sobbing still, the hunchback lay down on his bed and turned to his side with the beret in hand. He hugged himself with his arms, curling himself into a ball. Igor has never been more grateful to create and bring Eva into the world. He is also grateful to have a kind and gentle friend like her. She showed him that he doesn't need fame and fortune to make him happy. It's about friends who care about him that counts. He would rather be a good nobody than an evil somebody as that was once said from Eva. He continued to cry his heart out until a couple of minutes later. He cried himself to sleep despite him wearing his casual clothes on still. He didn't notice that. He was exhausted from the crying and his eyes hurt and had a slight headache to care. All of those sadness and guilt have washed away as he is dreaming away. Now that he lets it all out, he feels good. Much better even.

He's not one to show or express his emotions often in front of anybody, but these new emotions do help him to know what it feels like to be a person with a good heart who is not afraid or even ashamed to express his feelings. Even if it means him telling his friends what's going on inside of his mind. Frustrated or sadness. When he does get it all out, Scamper, Brain, and Eva will make sure that he is not alone and is there for him no matter what, like true, loyal friends he could ever wanted. He is so thankful to have friends like them.

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So, what do y'all think? It may not be my greatest scenario, but I hope it's good.

What got me inspired to write this? I listened to this beautiful song from the Inuyasha soundtrack (duration is 2:40 and no words) below👇

If you listened to it while reading this, hopefully, it will strike you in the heart.

I hope y'all like this 🩷

[goosemagician]

New AU just dropped

Tpoh “Anti-Hero” AU

After Hero fails to save the world, she and RGB have to figure out how to adapt. The world has turned to a flat plain of black sand (it’s black because it’s so saturated with all the colors of blood from trees and, literally, ‘stuff’). She carries extra parts for RGB from the market in her satchel (and infinite amount of pockets on her pants and the inside of her coat), and has to wear gloves and nail horseshoes to the bottom of her wellies because of all the sand. RGB hates it, but she’s now two inches taller than him :D

A story is in the works that will be posted soon on ao3! Keep an eye out! ;)

[goosemagician]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

To make up for the lack of Anti-Hero update, have a fic!

[goosemagician]

Did I Just Make a Whole Animatic For This AU?

Yes. Yes I did. ヽ(o´∀`)ﾉ♪♬

Juicy lore below the cut

Hero has been giving Hate a piece of her heart once a year for twelve years in exchange that her friends remain alive and unharmed. On the thirteenth year, after RGB, Loraine, and the the other Heroes discover the deal Hero made with Hate, they try to come up with a plan to get her out of it. Hero refuses to give Hate the last piece of her heart, and Hate takes all of her friends captive, offering her a similar ultimatum, “Come with me, and they live.” 

After Hate takes the last piece of Hero’s heart, she’s forced to stay with Hate as a trophy of her success. Since Hero said that Hate Herself can’t directly harm them, she uses Hero against them instead, taking control over her. 

Until the other Heroes figure out a way to save her, that is ;)

[goosemagician]

My first Tpoh OC! While I was writing out the story for the Anti-Hero AU, I thought of a new character I wanted to include--meet Loraine! 

Loraine is a French damselfly Hero’s been friends since she was seven. Hero had isolated herself for a while after The End (Because of LOTS of complicated feelings of guilt and grief for a child), and RGB tried to help by taking her to the market for a change of scenery, where she met Loraine. As they grew up, Hero mayyyyy have developed a teeeeeny tiiiiny little crush on her (but she doesn’t know that...yet). 

The armor (or amour, technically) on her legs is made out of birch wood to protect from the sands. I also think she’d have some sort of cloak folded up somewhere to drape over her wings when a sandstorm inevitably hits. 

[goosemagician]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Because this drawing stabbed me in the heart in the best way possible

If you haven't already, go check out @hanahaki-ghost 's "The Soldiers of Hate" AU!