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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/9 (Fic is complete and being slowly updated!)
Fandom: Ordem Paranormal
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jonas Aguiar & Alice Lucina, Jonas Aguiar/Background OC (the romance is only here for a specific arc of the story)
Characters: Jonas Aguiar, Alice Lucina, labirinto shows up for a bit but isnât present enough to tag
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He pulls his jacket tighter, grumbles into his collar, and drags himself to his feet. Heâs not quite ready to trudge home yet, so he glances about, trying to decide on a direction to wander.
The direction is chosen for him when a clang! and a distant, wailing howl pierces the silence of the woods.Â
Or, some several days after the incident on Lago Diamante, Jonas finds something while out on a walk in the woods.
toxic codependent doomed throuple with two enbies who are assholes
fucked up family relationships and the consequences of your relatives dying before you can solve the fucked up shit between you
the devil who is a cryptobro and a karen and a wet dog and a masochist sub and an awful teenager and a gangster with the hugest guilt complex ever
bill cipher but better and purple (and blue and green and pink and-)
accurate sibling fight (trying to cover the other in vomit)
potheads from the 90s inventing vlogging
hunger games
the tired and morally dubious and dad old man of all time
therapy dog
trans metaphor lesbian who killed her bully and peeled off the skin from her friend's back once
the killer from scream but they're nonbinary
adoption in the span of a day after knowing each other
scary shit i think monsterfuckers would like
catholic pseudo-priest with tattoos that vomits goo sometimes
more codependency
woman who is fucked up in the head and cant make a single interaction work out that hallucinates her dead secret third thing partner
vampires but scary
brasilsilsilsil
asmr from the very entity of knowledge in this plane of reality
The Office(TM) as aliens
women covered in blood
woman a little too obsessed with motherhood and normalcy and heteronormality after the loss of her daughter
end of the world
lots of queers
latino and brazilian representation since 99% of characters are brazilian cuz its a brazilian series
people who are tired and cant catch a fucking break
bad office management
doomed yuri x2
satisfying villain deaths/killing villains
fuckton of whump in every possible way
guy who is motorbiker and guitarist that looks like he'll kill you and then cry cuz a cow got hit name the cow Jennifer and then name his cat Jennifer after the cow
commiting a massacre with slippers on
existencial crisis
have i mentioned brazil yet
guy who passes a pipe through his throat for fun
Sex Is Real And Exists Officially
Paçoca.
lore that will make you go insane trying to understand wtf is going on
928399281929 plot twists
insane women and evil women and insane evil women
accurate teenager representation
dnd setting
cool af moments
identity crisis
being aware of horror movie tropes
grandma's boy x3
discussing over what to do with the corpse of a cow for 20 minutes
plenty of reasons to want to learn portuguese
lots of love and lots of hope and lots of going on even when you think you can't anymore because you can and lots of hugs and lots of being allowed to ugly cry and ugly grief and lots of brazilian culture and lots of laughs and lots of connections and lots of no ai content and lots of people working so hard on this and making it with their whole hearts and pouring all their love in it <333
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When the two of them step foot the abandoned village, Jae's first hope is that this place has as many resources as it does mysteries. Searching the houses' dilapidated, dusty bones doesn't turn up anything for Jae but a distant sense of melancholy, almost pity; the sun-bleached remains of the desperate people who once lived here, begging for the return of a 'Red Seraphim' who, more than likely, never answered their prayers.
That is to say, there isn't anything useful in the houses. Aguiar doesn't find anything either, shrugging at Jae as they meet each other in the street again.
Thankfully, the sad, empty houses aren't the only thing that this village has to offer. Jae and Aguiar eventually encounter a fork in the road. To the right, the path continues to more sad houses. To the left, however, there is...
Jae hurries a few steps ahead. "Huh! A dam."
"Jae," Aguiar calls.
Jae comes to the edge and peers down the slope to the water. The bridge across the reservoir is about as broken as it gets, but the dam still holds, so there is water---and it doesn't look half bad. "This could be useful," they muse.
"Jae."
"If I can find some bottles, fix the water filter back the base---"
"Jae!"
Jae flicks their gaze back at Aguiar. "Hm?"
"Careful," he warns, eyes trained on the water's edge down the slope. He stands a few paces behind.
"It's a dam," Jae tries to explain. "It could be good for us to go down there and---"
"No!" Aguiar blurts. His feet shuffle a stilted half-step forward. "No, careful, just---easy."
His eyes have barely left the reservoir the whole time, words short like they're punching out of him from somewhere deep. Aguiar leans like he wants to reach out and grab Jae before they can go any further, but his feet refuse to follow, giving him an uncertain, top-heavy posture.
Jae pauses. They've never seen him look like this before. In a second, they puzzle it out: "Are you scared of water?"
Aguiar's eyes flick to them for a beat. Then he pinches his face and turns away, fleeing Jae's scrutiny. "No. It just gave me a weird feeling."
Jae grins as a bit of amusement curls in them. A mere two hours ago, Aguiar was the 'tough guy' in the club, all broad shoulders and puffed chest. Now he's practically half his size with how much he's shrunk in on himself. "The water gave you a weird feeling?" Jae says with a laugh in their voice.
Aguiar, eyes widening, bobs his head rapidly.
Jae can't help but roll their eyes. "Be serious." (Not so scary now, huh? something in them jeers. Finally bested.) Jae turns back towards the slope. "I'm gonna have a look---"
"Wait!"
A hand closes around their wrist. It seems Aguiar managed to unroot himself this time, just enough to lunge forward and grab onto Jae. His face is stricken with fear, body a taut chord of desperation, as if Jae is preparing to waltz into their immediate demise.
Admittedly, he's just adamant enough about this to make Jae give a brief pause. "What?" they probe. "What is it?" If this is something serious, then they'll take it seriously.
But all Aguiar does is look at them helplessly and cling to their wrist. "Don't---" He struggles, sucking in a breath. "Don't go down there."
Jae casts one more look back at the reservoir. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. There is no foreboding, inexplicable fog hanging over the water, no signs of blood or life or death. Jae doesn't know what Aguiar may or may not be sensing, but the reservoir appears safe, beyond all doubt. All reasonable doubt. And the potential resources they could pull from here makes investigating down there worth it.
"I won't go far," Jae says to assuage him, "I'll be just down the slope." They pull their wrist out of his sweaty grasp, pulling a whine of dismay from him as well, and shuffle their way down.
True to their rationality, nothing big mean or ugly comes up to attack them when they get to the water. Jae has a look around, trying to find any old bottles they might be able to use and, unfortunately, finding none. They cup some of the water in their hands and sniff it experimentally, but they're not sure what good water is supposed to smell like. Probably nothing, right?
Aguiar might know, they figure---but evidently, they would be hard-pressed to get him to come down here. Nevertheless, they pat some of the water against the back of their neck to cool off before climbing back up.
...Only to arrive to the sight of Aguiar pacing feverishly at the top of the slope, back and forth, back and forth, looking terribly like an anxious dog gated off from its owner.
"Aguiar?" Jae prompts when they reach the top, because this is getting absurd and, honestly, a little worrying.
Aguiar stops--- "Jae---" and his eyes immediately begin to dart over them, as if assessing for injury, or something else. When he finds nothing, he glances up long enough for Jae to catch his eye.
They raise an eyebrow. Are we good?
Aguiar looks away. "Did you find anything down there?" he asks a little too quickly.
Embarrassed, if Jae had to guess. "No," they answer lightly.
"Right."
Aguiar's gaze is still scarce. Concern and amusement twist together in a crooked grin on Jae's lips. "Are you sure you're not scared of water, Aguiar?"
Aguiar's face pinches again, brow furrowing into line of something like confusion as he seems to ponder the question. He rubs the heel of his hand in his sternum and takes a deep breath. His chest swells with it, like it's the first full breath of air he's had in the last several minutes.
Slowly, he exhales. "I don't know," he says, and it sounds helplessly honest.
"Hm." Jae files it away, and they step up from the edge of the slope to pat Aguiar on the arm, something to steady him. "Well, let's move on for now, huh?"
Aguiar just about sags---from the touch or the suggestion or Jae stepping further away from the reservoir, it's hard to say. "Yeah. Let's go."
Aguiar starts on ahead, though not without a glance back to make sure Jae is following. Jae, as promised, follows.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
CHAPTER 2/9 RELEASED! (Fic is complete and gradually being updated.)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jonas Aguiar | Mutilador Noturno & Alice Lucina, Jonas Aguiar | Mutilador Noturno/Background OC (the romance is only here for a specific arc of the story)
Characters: Jonas Aguiar | Mutilador Noturno, Alice Lucina, labirinto shows up for a bit but isnât present enough to tag
Additional Tags can be found under the cut!
Jonas sits back to catch his breath as instructed. Theyâre out on the property, set up on the boardwalk that leads to the boathouse and the pier. Jonas looks out at Lago Diamante and its glassy surface as it ripples faintly in the morning calm, making it glitter like its namesake. Itâs a familiar sight to him now, countless days where he has come out here to sit by the shore, take in the breeze, even dip into the lake for a swim.
And now these sessions with the basin, and the water, and MĂŁeâs stopwatch.
Jonas eyes the basin warily. Mãe always encourages him to stay down a little longer each time. She has never forced him like she just did, though. It startled him. Scared him, even.
ââŠWhy are we doing this again?â he asks.
Or, in pursuit of becoming worthy of his purpose, Jonas learns what proving his worthiness entails.
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Jae sees him coming not by the sight of him himself, but by the wave of disgruntled partygoers he leaves in his wake. Aguiar emerges from the thick of the crowd with annoyance wrinkling his nose and at least a dozen people glaring at his back. They point at him and whisper to each other, sneering.
Jae sighs, lips pursed. Bullying his way through the crowd isnât doing him any favors, and he doesnât seem to care. Heâs going to get himself stabbed at this rateâor worse. These people donât mess around. The still-bleeding wound in Jaeâs hand can attest to that much.
Jae needs to do something about this before someone else does. They set down their hard-earned Bloody Mary on the bar and beckon him over with a curl of their hand. âAguiar!â
âJae?â Aguiar makes his way to them, passing by the others. âWhatâs up?â
That wonât work. They beckon again. âGet closer.â
He does. âWhy? Holy fuck your handââ
Another beckon. âEven closer.â
He does again. âDude, what happened to your hand?â
Good. Thatâll work. They level a sincere look at him. âAguiar, I want you to know that I donât mean this personally, but if I donât do anything about it, they will, and I donât want that for you.â
Jae winds backâ
Aguiar blinks. âWhat?â
âand socks him in the face.
Itâs truly a beautiful thing. Jaeâs fist soars wide through the air and careens sideways across Aguiarâs face, catching him on the cheekbone on its way to ruin his nose. As it leaves, a few droplets of blood chase after their knuckles like paparazzi and blur themselves artfully on their skin in the shifting, colorful light of the club.
Aguiar stumbles back with the sheer force of it, eyes squeezed shut and clutching at his nose so perfectly. âGUH, WHAT THE FUCK! OW, SHIT.â
As Jae recovers their stance from before, a strange satisfaction curls within them. They find themself with a grin.
God, they think. Iâve always wanted to do that.
And then they remember. Jae turns their attention to the crowd with a holler: âI got the asshole for you, guys, donât worry about it!â
A roar of cheering and whistling follows their decree. The people look quite satisfied. Jae nods to themself. There we go, problem solved.
Aguiar is still clutching his nose, a hand braced on the counter as he gets his bearings. âJae, what the hell.â
Jae looks at him andâchuckles a little. They pat him consolingly on the shoulder. âTrust me friend, Iâm doing you a favor.â
Though, bemusedly, they feel as though thatâs not the only thing thatâs been fulfilled. But they donât get much time to dwell on it. The strikingly beautiful woman behind the bar is saying something about a âmissed digitâ on the number she passed over some minutes before, and Jae suddenly has more pertinent concerns. Wiping the blood off their knuckles, Jae whips out their phone once again.
Chapters: 1/9 (Complete and being updated as I edit!)
Fandom: Ordem Paranormal
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jonas Aguiar & Alice Lucina
Characters: Jonas Aguiar, Alice Lucina (labirĂnto shows up for a bit but isnât present enough to tag) (also i disintegrated eugĂȘnio he doesnt exist in this au get retconned bitch)
Additional Tags can be found under the cut!
Senhora Alice gets down on a knee to hold him by the shoulders, and the scene of blood and contorted limbs is replaced by her wide, crooked smile.
âNever mind them, Jonas.â She says it in an elated whisper, like itâs a wonderful secret just for the two of them. âThey donât matter. They werenât meant for you. They were tainted, impure.â
They werenât meant for you⊠Impure⊠Something clicks in Jonasâ head. His âfoster parentsâ may have chosen him, but he did not choose them. âThey were unworthy,â Jonas states.
Senhora Alice beams. âExactly! Oh, Jonas, they didnât understandâŠâ
She brings her warm, red-stained hands to cradle his face. Her eyes capture his like magnets, and she gives words to something that he has always felt but could never name.
ââŠYou are meant for a purpose that is so much more than this.â
Or, in a universe where EugĂȘnio doesnât exist, Jonas seeks to be worthy of the purpose his Masterâa strange woman named Aliceâhas promised him. What that âpurposeâ is, he doesnât know quite yet, but he loves his MĂŁe! He chose her! He trusts her!
(Right?)
Reblogs are always appreciated. Happy reading! :D <3
Chapters: 1/9 (Complete and being updated as I edit!)
Fandom: Ordem Paranormal
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jonas Aguiar & Alice Lucina
Characters: Jonas Aguiar, Alice Lucina (labirĂnto shows up for a bit but isnât present enough to tag) (also i disintegrated eugĂȘnio he doesnt exist in this au get retconned bitch)
Additional Tags can be found under the cut!
Senhora Alice gets down on a knee to hold him by the shoulders, and the scene of blood and contorted limbs is replaced by her wide, crooked smile.
âNever mind them, Jonas.â She says it in an elated whisper, like itâs a wonderful secret just for the two of them. âThey donât matter. They werenât meant for you. They were tainted, impure.â
They werenât meant for you⊠Impure⊠Something clicks in Jonasâ head. His âfoster parentsâ may have chosen him, but he did not choose them. âThey were unworthy,â Jonas states.
Senhora Alice beams. âExactly! Oh, Jonas, they didnât understandâŠâ
She brings her warm, red-stained hands to cradle his face. Her eyes capture his like magnets, and she gives words to something that he has always felt but could never name.
ââŠYou are meant for a purpose that is so much more than this.â
Or, in a universe where EugĂȘnio doesnât exist, Jonas seeks to be worthy of the purpose his Masterâa strange woman named Aliceâhas promised him. What that âpurposeâ is, he doesnât know quite yet, but he loves his MĂŁe! He chose her! He trusts her!
(Right?)
Reblogs are always appreciated. Happy reading! :D <3
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elaborate au building is fucked up because you risk getting ensnared by a ship that has absolutely zero audience in the fanbase but is hauntingly compelling in the specific scenario that you have contrived
â Does this ship make any sense whatsoever by any reasonable metric
â Does the thought of these characters standing next to each other make you want to chew concrete and then break apart a nearby automobile with your bare hands