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eyebagshawty · 6 months

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Is It Really You? (Part 1)

Pairing: Astarion x Spawn!Reader

Summary: While Astarion is roaming the streets for Cazador's next meal, he stumbles upon someone crying near the edge of the lower city. Turns out, you wouldn't be a worthy victim, and you're a lot closer to him than you may imagine.

Song Inspo: Is It Really You? By Loathe

Warnings: Canon-typical violence/cruelty, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma, NSFW (18+ ONLY), Cazador is his own warning

Other Tags: Slow burn, eventual smut, fem!Reader, soulmates

A/N: Hello! I wanted to make a self indulgent first installment to this playlist event I’ve got linked below. This will probably be more than 2 parts. I'd love to create a tag list if folks are interested, but alas I do not know how. If you would like to be tagged in future updates, please comment below or message me and I'll make sure to add you.

Part 2 Part 3

Your dagger sliced through the belly of a dead sheep, your hands immediately moving to inspect the entrails. While magic in Faerûn was quite advanced, nobody had succeeded in finding out how to perfectly see the future. This meant that most had to resort to unusual forms of divination, such as haruspicy. This involved the sacrifice of an animal, inspecting the entrails, and speaking to the god that blessed one with this ‘talent’.

Your thumb rolled over the small intestine, causing your eyes to roll back into your skull. “Well girl, what do you see? Say it,” Cazador hissed, his nails digging into the sides of your throat. The dark lady, Shar, whispered into your thoughts.

“Lady Jannath will agree to your request to meet, you will acquire 6 spawn,” you mumbled, your mouth dry and lips trembling. Your head reeled as your eyes rolled back into place, your vision a little blurred as you got your bearings. You were so hungry, but you knew the vision wasn’t good enough to acquire more than a rat.

“And what of the deal?” His nails clenched harder, just breaking the skin of your neck. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, fear nestling into the depths of your stomach.

“The dark lady knows nothing of the deal. The shadows were too great to understand if you would gain control over the area. All she told me is that you will keep the power you have now at least, my lord.” You choked out. With the grasp he had on your neck, he threw your head into the sacrificial table in front of you. You crumbled to the ground, hands immediately covering your head in defense. “Please my lord, I am hungry. It is all she allowed me to see I beg of you.” He tugged you by your hair onto your knees and bent down so that both of you were eye level with one another. You felt the all too familiar intrusion of your mind, your every vulnerable thought being exposed to him. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him; his thumb traced the ridge and squeezed it when he had pried all available information from you.

“I see you do not lie. Leave and fetch another animal, something larger. We will do this again, and you will tell me how this deal ends. Once you do, you will be fed.” You stood, and were roughly pushed to the door, feet tripping over each other as you grasped the door frame for support. “Now! Leave. My. Sight,” he hissed, the door slamming closed behind you as you stumbled through the darkness of the castle halls.

Astarion kicked a pebble with his shoe, slowly walking through the quiet streets of the lower city. His goal for tonight was the Elfsong, maybe a lonely human down on their luck and 5 drinks deep. His skin crawled at the thought, disgust with himself, with Cazador, worming it’s way through his veins.

He let his mind drift, thinking about the past 200 years — he at least thought it was around 200 years, but he had honestly lost count around year 5. He was nowhere near the Elfsong, instead walking near the edge of the city near the woods. Cazador surely can’t punish me more if I get his meal back to him an hour late, he thought. His feet stopped in place as he heard sniffling and stifled sobs nearby. He snuck closer, peering around the stone wall of a house, and he saw her.

His heart lurched, feeling a strange pull towards her; he wanted to see her face, maybe comfort her. His nose scrunched up and he averted his gaze. He shouldn’t be doing this, he needed to stick to the plan lest he end up with Godey for a fortnight. He looked back to her to see her looking straight at him, eyes the same color of red as his with her fangs peeking through in her shocked expression.

Warmth flooded his body as he stared at her. He had heard about true vampire mates from Dalyria whenever she gabbed on and on as he tried to fall into a trance. Could she be his? No, she can’t be. You’re just a spawn. This couldn’t possibly happen to you, you imbecile. He shook his head free from all thought and walked over to the bench she sat on. “Is this seat taken?”

If you had the blood to blush, you’re sure your face would be beet red. You’d never seen another spawn while out in the city, nevertheless the castle. Cazador only ever allowed you to interact with Leon, the longest favored spawn waiting hand and foot on his ‘cherished’ haruspex. You looked up into his eyes, the same wine red color, and you felt warmth flood through your cold skin and a tug at your unbeating heart. You nodded and patted the space next to you.

He sat with very little distance next to you, and glanced down at the wolf below you. He looked over your features more and noticed the fresh scratches and dirt covering your form. “Forgive me for asking… but were you fighting a wolf?” You let out a defeated chuckle.

“I’m the haruspex for our lordship. The vision Shar granted me tonight wasn’t to his liking so he sent me searching for a better, more sentient animal,” you looked down to the cobblestones below you, sighing weakly, “I’m not sure the vision will change. I can’t control what she tells me, which probably means no food for a month until his next request.”

Astarion placed a hand on your shoulder, scowling at the same ground. A shock raced through both of your bodies at the contact, jumping lightly. “You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry,” as he spoke, a thought entered his mind. “How come I’ve never seen you before? Surely I would have recognized your face you’re…” he trailed off. Your head tilted in question, waiting for him to continue. “Beautiful.”

You smiled at his quiet admission, looking over to his stark white curls, his pointed ears, his gaunt but perfectly sharp cheekbones. “He keeps me next to his personal quarters. I’ve never been allowed to see another spawn except for Leon, who oversees my practices and brings me the occasional rat— or cat if I’m lucky. We’ve become quite close. Well, as close as we can be with Godey’s supervision.” You heard a light growl at that. “I don’t love him of course, I’ve kind of lost any hope for that kind of relationship since I was turned,” you quickly assured, not wanting Astarion to get the wrong idea. You’d only just met him, you didn’t even know his name, but you felt deep down that you wanted to please him. “I also think you’re quite beautiful,” you whispered, looking to the sky in shy embarrassment.

Astarion didn’t understand why his stomach filled with rage when you spoke of being close to Leon. He wanted you to be close with him. He wanted to learn everything about you; what you loved, what you hated, who you were before this new life. He slid his palm from your shoulder to your hand, stroking your thumb gently as you looked back to him. “What’s your name?” He asked, already knowing it would be the most beautiful word to flutter from his lips.

You gave your name to him, your eyelids becoming hooded as you slowly leaned closer to him. He smiled and fully intwined your fingers.

“Astarion.” His lips met yours, and the tugging at your heart strained even more, an inseparable bond being created. You reached your free hand to his curls, pushing one behind his ear. As your finger stroked across the shell of his ear he let out a breathy moan into your mouth. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

He knew that you were his; his true mate.

He nipped softly at your lips and pulled away reluctantly. You both stared at each other with eyes full of adoration and soft, tender love in the mix. You smiled and cupped his cheek, eyes never leaving his. “Tell me about yourself, Astarion.”

He looked off to the side. “Hmm… well. Before all of this, I was a magistrate. There’s not much I remember except for that,” he sighed softly and you stroked his cheek with your thumb, encouraging him to continue. “I was attacked in an alleyway, beaten within an inch of my life. Cazador found me, offered help and more, and I took it. Now I’m here, I’ve been here for quite a while. 200 years perhaps. Seducing, silencing, and bringing back unaware victims for Cazador to consume. It’s monstrous,” he snarled.

“I don’t think you’re a monster,” you mumbled, searching his eyes which softened before you. “I think you’re just trying to get by. Same as me, same as Leon, same as all of the others. I think people often forget that spawn are victims to him just as anybody else. Sure, the longer end of the stick, but we’re all grasping at the same one.” He leaned into your hand, nuzzling your palm with his cheek.

“My dear, you might be the only one who sees that. But nevertheless, thank you. Now, enough about me. Tell me about yourself,” he gently smiled, rubbing your lower back with the hand wrapped around your waist.

“Well I don’t remember much of my family, but I remember my mother. Not her face, or anything specific, but how she made me feel. She made me feel so loved, supported. I cried a lot after I was turned. Because all I felt was this loss for her,” you sniffled a bit mentioning her, and Astarion squeezed your waist in a comforting gesture. “He must have loved me in his own fucked up way, because the next day I was bathed, dressed, and taken to a mother superior of Shar to learn haruspicy. It’s been about 350 years since that day, but I remember it like it was just this morning.”

He quirked his brow and the corners of his mouth turned downward. His concern flooded through your chest. “What do you mean by ‘loved’?” You filled with shame and broke eye contact with him. You maneuvered his arms from around you and stood, worry flashing across Astarion’s face. You motioned him over to undo the laces of your simple blood red gown. “If you also have one of his poems I wouldn’t be sur-“ his breath hitched as he took in the state of your back.

Near every inch of skin was marked by Cazador, each bite mark, bruise, and scratch in various stages of healing. “I don’t know if I would call it true love, he’s completely insane about me speaking to anyone. That’s why I can only talk to Leon, someone he knows wouldn’t turn their back on him. He’s tried to… be with me a couple of times. Each time I turn him down it’s a week in the dungeon.”

The emotional pain radiated off of you into Astarion’s heart. He could feel the pain of his mate, how she had been used. He brought her to his chest and wrapped a protective arm around her back, the pain being replaced with pure hate. “I want to get you away from him. I don’t want him to touch you ever again,” he growled. He buried his face in your hair and kissed your head. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. As long as you’ll have me.” He nuzzled the spot that he kissed.

You looked up into his love filled eyes timidly. “Astarion, I want that too, but I truly don’t know you very well. I don’t know why I feel so strongly for you, like I was made for you, but strangely I’m falling for you. I want to see where this goes first. And I don’t think Cazador will ever give up on finding me if I’m gone.”

He kissed your neck again and rubbed your sides. “You should ask Leon about true mates, without Godey if you can,” he mumbled as he looked to the sky. The blackness of the night had faded to a dark blue. He needed you to get back to the palace safely; the sun would rise soon. “Darling, we must go.”

Your head popped up, gasping at the lightness of the night sky. You let him take you back to the palace, frantically running away from the early morning Baldurian sun, the dead wolf cradled in your other arm. You were now a block away from the palace. Astarion took your wrist and nipped it. Your heart lurched in its place from the bond and you felt it might snap in two from how tight it had gotten. “Astarion… when will I see you again?” You looked frantically to the castle and then back to him, your worries being calmed ever so slightly by seeing him before you.

“Whenever the time is right, make sure Shar obscures one of your visions. I hunt for him every night. I will wait at the Elfsong tavern every night to see you again my love.” He kissed you fervently, lips moving affectionately with yours. He squeezed your hand and let it go. “Now go on darling, I would never forgive myself if you got punished for being out too late.” You walked backwards toward the palace, only breaking eye contact with your mate when you looked up to the window, clutching the wolf’s body tighter to your chest as you saw Cazador looking down to you in the courtyard from a tall window in his quarters. Astarion was just out of eye view from him and mouthed, “I’ll be right behind you, my sweet.” He was less scared of the punishment he would be receiving later, as he finally had something — someone — that was his.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion #18+ content #bg3 #bg3 astarion #slow burn #angst #astarion ancunin #soulmates #astarion x tav #astarion romance #fanfic #bg3 smut

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plantboiart · 2 months

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Hello. List of what animals I believe each just roll with it pc I know would be. I am objectively correct but if you disagree please tell me anyways I crave other people’s opinions to steal.

Riptide

Jay: a bird, obviously. Saying she’s a jaybird is easy and low hanging fruit and extremely valid. Personally I think she’s maybe a corvid since very smart but also absolute fucking menace. Honestly? Could be a seagull. Loud and lives near water and also smart but also? Absolutely insane. Yeah sure I could say she’s something cool like an eagle or whatever but I think in our hearts we all know she’s a seagull.

Gillion: of course he is a sea creature! But what kind? Fish. More specifically? Swordfish. Of course. What else could he be (he could be a shark but shhhh im saving that one for later)

Chip: the bastard man himself! Which animals are the biggest bastards? Raccoons. Yes I am basic. He’s either a raccoon or a little dog. I am specifically thinking my mom’s 11 year old small dog who yells at men and tries to pick a fight with every single dog that is larger than her. That’s some Chip energy right there.

Goobleck: bro who knows like what the hell is that thing i do not. Hes whatever he ate most recently. Bros fursona is just straight up slime. He is an enigma.

Prime defenders (+Ashe I don’t care that technically he was just a guest he deserves to be here)

William: ravens, black cats, bats, butterflies, snakes, crows. All associated with death which makes sense for our little ghost guy! But of course we can’t forget wolves! He has two wolves inside of him after all. But also? He is not cool enough to be a wolf. That man is a black cat with a dream and sharp sharp claws.

Vyncent: I think it would be funny to call him a rat. Since he eats them. And also he just kinda is a rat. But no, I believe he is a deer. Don’t really know why, just….. vibes.

Dakota: my beloved son. He’s a yappy little dog. Bouncing all over the place and screaming at evil-doers. I believe in him.

Ashe: strong cat energy. Is william already a cat? Yes. But so is ashe. He’s like a fully gray cat with short hair :)

Apotheosis

Rumi/Elena: fox! Because Sunny :) also because I can’t really think of an animal that would be a good representation for an identity crisis

Peter: “lizard” no. Peter Sqloint is a mouse. Just a lil guy. I’m right fuck you he. Is. A. Mouse.

Thanatos: spider! Kinda scary and lots of people dont like but in reality just an awesome dude. Shoutout to my friend’s pet spider Mörkö I love them

Blood in the bayou

Rolan: shark!!!! Im right and i need to say it. That man is a fucking shark. I love sharks. Sharks are generally misunderstood as violent and evil but they are just lil guys. Fits Rolan being an evil alien monster but just also a lawyer. (Also i just really like sharks)

Rand: y’all ever cry about pigeons? How we domesticated them and then abandoned them when we didnt need them anymore? How they dont even know how to make proper nests because they didnt need to for so long? Yeah. Im normal about this campaign.

Kian: he’s so hard to figure out because like…….. honestly? In canon? Weve got no fucking clue what his personality is actually like. We dont get a single moment with all the masks off and just the person underneath. The closest we get is him admitting that hes not really a rockstar and even that is so short and just. Auehgeh. This is why im obsessed with him btw i love a mystery i know will never be solved. Also so much room for headcanons. Is he a cat? A butterfly? A dog? A snake? A songbird? A dove? Something else? I dont know!! Lets go with a moth

The suckening

They are all cats. I mean c’mon. Emizel is a feral street cat that hisses at everyone who gets too close. Shilo is an indoor cat with an anxiety disorder. Arthur is their mother. Im correct.

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fractiflos · 5 days

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*scuttles over

Hey for ask game how about 5 headcanons on a What-If scenario where En unfortunately is All For One’s son?

(yeah I like En a lot I think he’s neat.)

I like En and want him to be happy. But I did this.

He was born by complete accident. AFO had only recently learned what sex was, being raised a street rat, and realized that having it was a big deal apparently. He decided to do it so he didn't look lame by society's standards. Unfortunately, he did not know a thing about protection and Miss Tayutai was too starstruck to question anything about it. When AFO heard the news that she was pregnant his first thought was to get a paternity test. His second was to think about what having a child would be like. He was actually kind of excited to be a dad because if he and Yoichi were identical twins, then the baby would also be Yoichi's baby and have his DNA. It would be like raising Yoichi again.

En was born and AFO was the father. Unfortunately, the MHA curse struck. En looked like his mom. Not a single bit of Yoichi to be found in his looks. AFO was disappointed but the baby still had Yoichi's DNA so he decided to keep it. But he was so angry about the way he looked, he killed En's mom and named him En after his ugly gray eyes, the color of smoke.

En grew up with a critical father who never admitted his own faults and loved to point out the littlest mistakes En made and make fun of him for it. And yet, any talk of leaving was immediately shut down. "Why would you leave? I only do this because I love you. I'll be lonely. I can't lose you like I lost your uncle." The uncle that En was constantly being compared to. "Look how pretty he was. Nothing like your ugly face." So En started wearing masks and the like to hide his face.

En became a very anxious perfectionist and hated his looks. Yet, there was one thing he had in common with his uncle: A love of heroes. He wanted to be one, but with how much his father made fun of his weak quirk, he knew he couldn't. Then one day, as he was walking in the park he was accosted by some villains and got so scared he lost control of his quirk. A hero saw the smoke and ran to help. Lariat. He complimented En on his quirk, the first compliment he had ever received about his quirk. He's so shocked he doesn't think and just asks if that means he can be a hero. Lariat shrugs and goes "Why not? Here, I gotta drop these guys off and then I can help you get started."

6 months later (they didn't require a lot back then) En becomes an underground hero. Naturally he keeps it a secret from his dad since he's not allowed to have a job or move out despite being 20. But AFO never paid him too much attention which allowed him to get away with it for a while. Until AFO saw him on patrol with Lariat. Now, En never knew his father was the infamous AFO. He figured he did some illegal work, but there was no way he could arrest his dad and as much as he wanted to tell someone, he just couldn't. When AFO comes out, En doesn't have time to react when he begins to battle Banjo, enraged by him having his brother's quirk and for being responsible for his son being a hero. (He jumped to conclusion on that one, having only seen them patrol together, but it's not like he's wrong.)

During the fight, it comes out that En is AFOs son and some stuff about OFA. And yet, when Banjo is dying after getting that building thrown at him, he still offers his quirk to En. He takes it, wanting to use it to honor his senpai, but he knows he can't do it then. He runs away from the scene to calm down, but he knows that he can't go home now.

Eventually, he finds someone who he thinks will make a good successor, just in time to face his dad. Only, instead of killing him, AFO tries to capture him. His son and brother in the same body, what a wonderful thing. Except he wants to do all sorts of experiments to see if he can get Yoichi to the surface without a lot of concern for En. AFO uses his spike quirk to try and pin his hand but En moves and...

Well, from here he either gets sliced in half (which leads to Nana getting the quirk and an au that mostly follows canon) or he dodges and gets captured another way, which would lead to a completely different world.

#En tayutai #mha #Middle may ask game

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cairavende · 4 months

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Worm Arc 15 thoughts without interludes (interludes need their own post):

EVERYTHING IS FIIIIIIIINE

My daughters boss didn't actually try to assassinate her, her just planned to do it and then did it in one reality but kept the reality where he didn't! So it's ok! I'm fine. Not worried at all that Coil knows Skitter was planning on double crossing him and that he found a way to screw with Tattletales powers.

It's fiiiine (eye twitches)

I want to say I'm glad she got her full team on board, but given that there is a chance someone on her team ratted on her it might not be good.

Skitter goes a little bit far at the end with Triumph. Just a tiny itty bitty bit far. Child you almost KILLED HIM! And then you let him sit there dying when the threat isn't that he'll die now, but that you will come back if needed (mayor ain't going to say what you want him to say if you kill his son, the point is if he doesn't say it you'll come back)! I'm worried about you.

Brian I understand why you like my daughter and she seems to like you and I'm glad having someone you feel safe with is helping you process your very valid trauma (important note, you could have done the same with your sister, she was trying to help you but you wouldn't open up to her, you should open up to her). But please don't get in the way of her relationships with her girlfriends. Just understand in terms of long term stuff Chatterbug and Wolfspider 100% trump . . . Darkbug? Fuck what are you guys called?

(I've been informed Shadeswarm, Nightcrawler, Night Biter, Creepy Crawlies, or Carapace. I think Creepy Crawlies might be my preference among that.)

MOAR DOLL LESBIAN CONTENT!!!!!

Parian is one of my absolute favorite characters! Flechette is pretty cool as well. Being a hero hurts her. Stabbing my daughter also didn't build good marks with me, but I understand why she did it. Cause GAAAAAAAAAAAY. I have a hard time being too mad at a lesbian stabbing someone to protect her girlfriend.

I'm glad Parian isn't joining Coil full hog at least, she's too pure to be a villain (or a "hero"). I kinda wish she could just move to New York and be a fashion designer and live her best life, but I do enjoy the idea of getting to see her more.

And to be honest, I don't think anyone on Earth Bet is really going to be living their best life in the long run. Sorry guys.

The fucking shutdown the team gives to the Nazis is AMAZING! Like ya no Hookwolf or Purity this time, that obviously would have made it harder. But still, comparing the previous fight to this just really shows how much the team has increased in power. They didn't even bring Grue.

Skitter and Tattletale being able to work together to find all the people in a few block radius and figure out which groups are Nazis, all while just standing in the middle of the street, is so fucking cool. I fucking love watching them work.

I don't love the girlfriends fighting with the whole "Skitter wasn't told about the plan to have Regent yoink a Nazi". But they seemed to make up pretty quickly.

Skitter fucking running multiple bug clones, with cameras and microphones, all across her territory, and using them to talk to people and check in on things, WHILE getting surgery on her shoulder??! FUCKING HELL. Like ok yes, please love yourself child and let yourself take it easy sometimes. But also holy shit that is so god damn amazing. I am 100% convinced (I mean, I have been since like Arc 4 TBH) that she uses her bugs to basically offload her pain. Or offloads her mind to her bugs so she can ignore the pain in her body. Same idea. Like even if it's never confirmed it is true to me. And the multitasking! Give Taylor a Thinker classification!!

Just fucking attacking the mayor's family to intimidate him into telling people in Washington to not condemn Brockton Bay huh? I mean sure it kinda worked at the end (assuming he does what he said he would) but it really seems like a terrible plan. Like, the people in Washington are gonna hear about the attack and wonder about everything the mayor says. But fine, that's the plan.

Skitter making the bug clones complex enough that Trickster and Genesis don't even notice she's a clone at first is super cool! Also it does drive home that she is always just covered with so many bugs and using swarm speech so much that when a version of her shows up that is completely covered in bugs and speaks fully with swarm speech it doesn't throw anyone off.

Coil had to know that Triumph was the mayor's kid. The fact that he's the one who pushed to have them attack during family dinner.

I'm really proud of Skitter for figuring it out though! I pegged him as a cape pretty much right away and was able to figure out it was Triumph not long after, but she was in the heat of the moment. Also she got the girlfriend pegged as a either Prism or Ursa while I was still uncertain if she was a cape.

Holy shit that fight was so fucking cinematic! Perfectly built for Triumph to look cool by exploding bug clones with his shouts. And with Prism splitting and combining constantly. Just fuck. I'd love to see an animation of that fight. It was super cool.

And again, Skitter got dark there. And sadly I'm worried she's gonna get darker.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Taylor Hebert #Chatterbug #Smugbug #Creepy Crawlies #Oh and they did a class presentation on how far they had gotten with their territories #And Skitter just swept the room. If Coil grades on a curve Skitter wrecked it.#Tattletale did pretty good too. Even with the curve she'd be fine.#Grue and Imp did ok. Imp did most of the work but Grue had some valid sick days.#Sundancer and Genesis did fine.#Ballistic lost major points for not knowing the names of the capes in his territory.#Trickster is literally just waiting for his team to come do the work for him. Horrible.#Regent is not doing well given he has Shatterbird.#Bitch gets a good grade on a technicality. Fucking “Nobody.” Project is going to have more strict requirements next time Coil assigns it.#Oh shit wait I don't have a name for Parian/Flechette!#Dollette? Bow and Sew? Needlework?#Hmm I think I like Needlework the most of those three. Dollette isn't bad though.#Needlework

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leonawriter · 2 years

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As much as I love seeing all the shuake fairy tale/royalty AUs that have Akechi as the prince because of his literally canon prince outfit, you know what, I’d like to see it the other way around sometimes too.

Because Akechi’s entire story is that this wasn’t something he was born into! Some fics take that into consideration, but I’d love to see stuff where he’s not just “raised up out of the gutter because Shido wanted to use him” but that for whatever reason, he’s not the rich kid here, and Akira? who in canon appears to be vaguely middle class, with some suggesting he might be from a higher earning family than even that? would be the nobility instead.

So, maybe, street urchin Akechi who has royal blood but either doesn’t know or is staying out of everything because the others who’ve gone forward as being “long lost royals” have all mysteriously disappeared because Shido hates the idea of anyone being a threat to his rule, and Akira as the son of a lord and lady who loyally support the king, but he moonlights as a Phantom Thief, and they meet by chance after one of Akira’s heists goes slightly sideways.

So instead of Akira having to ingratiate himself to the Prince, it’s Akechi not knowing if he should trust this guy or not, because on the one hand he’s still a noble, but on the other hand he seems to hate Shido for his own reasons and he may or may not be catching feelings regardless. And Akechi being a really snarky and foul-mouthed little street rat, and fighting dirty, and basically just - not having ever needed the “Prince” mask he learned in canon for anything other than conning people for money.

Tbh I do like the idea of there being magic/powers here but more as a high fantasy thing than a pure thing of keeping the same system going, so maybe elemental magic, among other things. And Mona’s an actual talking cat who can transform into a catboy.

...which is making me think of Akechi helping the PT out only for them all to be stumped at the last gate by how the door to the “treasure” they’re after is sealed by bloodline magicks, and they all think “how are we going to get past this, huh” only for Akechi to stand up and roll his sleeves up because it looks like it’s his time to shine.

#persona 5 #p5 stuff #shuake #akeshu #basically just what if shido didn't raise him in a royalty or fairytale au #I don't see it enough

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silver-stake-through-the-heart · 11 months

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Look, no disrespect, but ahh, I'm not exactly a believer.

-1x12

Casey: Do you believe in God, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did.

I don't know. I'd like to.

-3x04

You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us. (...) Chuck, you're not a god!

-4x18

Well, I feel stupid doing this. But… I am fresh out of options. So please. I need some help. I'm praying, okay? Come on. Please.

Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good thing, Dean.

-4x18

Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead—and that's the generous theory—

He is out there, Dean.

—or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us.

-5x02

I mean there were times when I was looking for my dad when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?

I believe he's out there.

Good. Then go find him.

-5x03

And you're just gonna do whatever God says.

Michael: Yes, because I am a good son.

Okay, well, trust me, pal. Take it from someone who knows—that is a dead-end street.

-5x13

Thanks.

Yeah, don't mention it. Yeah, I've been there. I'm a big expert on deadbeat dads. So…Yeah, I get it. I know how you feel.

-5x17

Listen, I need you to pray to your angel buddies and let them know that I'm here.

-5x18

Cas, are you God?

That's a nice compliment. But no.

-5x22

What do you mean you don't know?

Sam: I mean, no idea. I–I'm just back.

Well, was it God, or– or– or Cas? I mean, does Cas know anything about it?

-6x01

Sam: Castiel…This is really important, okay? Um…We really need to talk to you.

Castiel…Come on in.

Cas is busy.

-6x20

I'm not an angel anymore. I'm your new god. You will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord, or I shall destroy you.

Stop.

What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear.

-7x01

Yeah? What about God part deux?

-7x01

Sam: Dean, all we can do is talk to the guy.

He's not a guy. He's God. And he's pissed. And when God gets righteous, you get the hell out of the way; haven't you read the Bible?

-7x01

Sam: Well, I mean is there some kind of heavenly weapon? Maybe something out of that angel arsenal that Balthazar stole? There has to be something that can hurt him.

He's God, Sam. There's nothing, but there might be someone.

-7x01

Cas, you got your ears on? Listen, you know I am not one for praying, 'cause in my book it's... it's the same as begging. But this is about Sam, so I need you to hear me. We are going into this deal blind... and I don't know what's ahead or what it's gonna bring for Sam. Now, he's covering pretty good, but I know that he is hurting, and this one was supposed to be on me. So, for all that we've been through, I'm asking you– you keep a lookout for my little brother, okay? Where the hell are you, man?

-8x16

Doctor: I'm afraid that's in God's hands now.

You're a doctor. You're a medical professional. You're trying to tell me that my brother's life is in God's hands? What, is that supposed to be a– a comfort?

Doctor: Mr. Dougherty–

No, God has nothing to do with this equation at all.

Doctor: I didn't mean–

That's not good enough.

Cas, are you there? Sammy's hurt. He's hurt, uh– he's hurt pretty bad. And, um... I know you think that I'm pissed at you, okay? But I don't care that the angels fell. So whatever you did or didn't do, it doesn't matter, okay? We'll work it out. Please, man, I need you here.

-9x01

There is a God. *answers the phone* Hello?

I may have a case for you.

-9x06

Metatron is trying to play God.

Sam: Play God? Cas, he erased angel warding. He friggin' blew out Holy Fire. He is God. He's powering up with the angel tablet. How the hell are we supposed to stop this guy?

All right, so what if there is a stairway to heaven? We find it and get a drop on the guy.

-9x18

Tessa: There's no God. There's only Castiel.

-9x22

I believe there is a God. But I'm not sure he still believes in us.

-10x06

Don't count on God. Okay? Count on us.

-11x07

Chuck: Well, I've been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has.

Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you're trying to justify it.

Chuck: I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don't confuse me with your dad.

-11x21

Gail: Do you know God, gentlemen?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we're– we're besties.

-12x04

Okay, Chuck… or god, or whatever. I need your help. See, you– you left us. You left us. You went off. You said… You said the earth would be fine because it had me… and it had Sam, but it’s not, and we’re not.

We've lost everything. And now you're gonna bring him back. Okay?

God's not listening. He doesn't give a damn.

-13x01

Okay, that's it. I'm done, all right? 'Cause he's not God, he's not Cas, he's not Simba. He's the friggin' Devil!

-13x02

Oh, I believe. Hell, I know. God? He doesn't give a damn about you or me or anyone else. So, if you're expecting some sort of a-a miracle to happen, well… good luck.

-13x15

No, we're done talking. 'Cause this– this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.

-14x20

Fight God? Without the gun? It's God, Sam. And he's coming for us. How the hell are we supposed to fight God?

-15x05

Listen to yourself. "We're owed." "We deserve." Come on, man. You're not God. Hell, God's not even God.

-15x07

Cas? Cas, I hope you can hear me... that wherever you are, it's not too late. I should've stopped you. You're my best friend, but I just let you go. 'Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong.

I– Ohh. I don't know why I get so angry. I just know– I know that it's– i-it's just always been there. And when things go bad, it just– it comes out. And I can't– I can't stop it. No matter how– how bad I want to, I just can't stop it. And– And I– I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry it took me so long– I'm sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I'm– I'm so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me. Okay.

Okay, Cas, I need to say something.

You don't have to say it. I heard your prayer.

-15x09

Sam: So… does this mean you're the new… I mean, what do we call you?

Who cares what we call him? Look, all that matters is he got us back online.

-15x19

Do not make any idols in any form, because the Lord your God hates for his people to worship other gods. The Lord your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God. He tolerates no rivals.

[Deuteronomy 4:23-24]

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The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 32

This is going to be a super long chapter so pour yourself a glass of whatever and take a shot every time there's a canon divergence. For anyone who like Criminal Minds, there is Morica in this.

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Part 31

Contains: Angst, violence, canon divergence, impromptu medical procedures, fluff, follows the plot of season 2x13. Medical gore will be indicated as always by XX.

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Revenge is sweet and suffering is bitter.

"Looks like I was right, those are feds."

You pointed to the two people walking into the station in suits, "we're going to be here for a while, aren't we?"

You nodded, "sorry Juicy, it's probably going to be a few hours at least."

Two hours later, Unser came out, "the feds have been in with ATF all this time, no news yet."

Everyone had started to leave, Jax turning to Kip, "Sack, stay with my mum and y/n."

He nodded, "thanks bro."

Jax looped his arm around your body and pulled you into a hug, you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. "I'll head back to the Clubhouse with Gem then go to your place and keep packing, I love you."

He smiled, "I love you too. Be safe and call me if you see anything strange."

The scene inside the station was pathetic, Stahl was sitting on one of the chairs with her head in her hands. Unser invited her into one of the private rooms to talk, he told her about what happened to Gemma, Stahl surprisingly reacted with sympathy.

"Ethan Zobelle is an FBI infomat, for three years now. He can tie the dirty deads of his organisation to the rich and mighty, judges, clergymen, a few senators, as well as all the white power shot callers. He's a goldmine, he keeps going while the feds fatten their case."

Unser shook his head, "no wonder this guy struts around like he's untouchable."

Stahl put a hand on his chest, "and the wheels of justice keep turning, don't they."

Unser told them what was going on, they didn't have enough to hold Weston and you were right about Zobelle, he couldn't be touched because he was working with the feds.

"Get to Otto, have him send word up the ranks, get us protected inside again and stops any backlash when we drop Weston." Jax nodded and slapped Clay on the shoulder, getting up to head to the prison.

"Hey, Weston's mine."

Tig smiled, "I know. Jax." He pointed to Zobelle coming out of the station, they watched as he turned down police protection and heard The Calaveras MC pull up. Jax left after staring the man down, riding away just as Clay started to talk to the others.

"Holy shit, talk about protecting their investment." They followed the car and the bikes through Charming. They were all sitting outside the cigar shop, waiting for Zobelle to come out. Jax drove up, having given the word to Otto.

"Is Weston out?"

Unser nodded, "I sent one of my men with him, he's at Sanwa CPS seeing his kids."

Jax nodded, "I'll catch him family services."

Opie tapped Jax on the back, "let's go brother." Sam followed and Chibs chimed in, "and me." The four of them left, leaving Clay and the others to deal with Zobelle.

Salazar crossed the street, being stopped by the cops in the middle of the road. They frisked him and Clay handed his gun to Tig, the two meeting between two patrol cars.

"I don't know what the drama's all about ese, I'm just buying a few cigars."

Clay shook his head, "we've got no beef with The Calaveras and our truce with the Mayans means you're being disrespectful by helping this Nazi asshole out. You need to buy cigars some place else."

Salazar grinned, "we're just picking up a friend, we won't be here long."

Clay got closer, "your friend hurt my Club, my town and my family, you've got no idea who you crawled into bed with."

Salazar looked towards the other Sons, "send your crew home Clay, let me do what I've got to do or we can turn Mainstreet into el Día de los Muertos."

He walked away, returning to his men, "why didn't you tell him Zobelle's a rat?"

Clay took another puff, "because he'd kill him and that's mine." They left soon after and while Salazar insisted they leave, Zobelle was unwilling to go without his daughter.

****

Jax, Opie, Sam and Chibs were waiting outside the CPS building for Weston, to their upset, he came out with one of his children before heading off to the tattoo parlour on the outer edge of charming.

"So they gave Weston a supervised visit with his kid, one of Unser's cops is watching. Little Cliffy couldn't go, he's on a psych eval."

Jax shook his head, "go figure."

Sam and Opie returned, having left the van to see what was going on inside the store. "Weston, his kid, two inkers, two customers and the cop."

Jax nodded, "is Freddy a friend?"

Opie's response was quick, "I think so, I'll call, get Weston away from his kid."

The call didn't last long, then they were going inside. Weston was shocked when he saw them, putting a protective hand on his little boy, "it's ok Dooky." Chibs put the shotgun behind his back and Jax tilted his head in bearly contained rage.

"Get rid of him." The conversation was quick, Jax felt a pang of sadness for the little boy, he could only imagine what you would say.

"You're doing him a service Jackson, no child chooses hate. He will be happier without his father."

"He never sees this." Jax nodded and Weston sat down, he waited until Weston met his eye to fire the silenced gun.

Bap bap bap bap bap bap

You were right, killing a man when you had to was as easy as breathing.

They returned to a warm welcome, Clay hugging Jax hard followed by a round of drinks. "Where's my mum?"

Jax was looking around for her face in the crowd, "her and y/n are out getting supplies, Sack's with them."

****

You helped Gemma out to the car, packing the bags as she looked over the fresh food, then something caught her eye. You stopped Gemma in her tracks, putting a hand up, "don't be stupid Gem, the ATF is all over them. What do you think will happen to you if you do anything to her."

It didn't matter, she must have seen red because she was pushing was aside and walking up to the blonde. You ran after her, but mercifully, Hale appeared out of nowhere, meeting your eye and doing his best to stop the situation.

"I know you turned down our help but you need to leave the area now for your own safety."

Polly gave a nasty smile and turned her head a fraction to you and Gemma, speaking out enough for you to hear, "it's fine, deputy, my daddy and I will be leaving soon."

The look on her face and the tone of her voice sent you off, stomping up to her in hopes that Gemma would have a moment to collect herself, "listen here, you little gender traitor. I don't give two shits what Gemma does to you, as far as I'm concerned, you deserve a bullet between your eyes but I won't have Gemma going to prison on your behalf so I'd listen to the good deputy or I'll be the one to open you from navel to nose."

Something about your approach must have frightened her because she pointed her softening gaze at Hale, "she just.."

Hale cut her off, "you started it miss, it's time for you to go."

Hale waited until she got into her car and you gently pushed Gemma into yours, "we're going home now, this is over Gem, don't let her ruin more of your life. If whatever you're planning goes sideways, ATF will place the blame on you."

You drove off and she got progressively madder as you got to the Clubhouse, when you pulled into the lot, she started, "my husband, my son and their brothers are out risking thier lives for me, I needed to do that."

You put a hand on her shoulder, "no you didn't. I know it feels like you do but killing her isn't going to undo what was done to you. Plus, wouldn't you rather she die in front of her dear old dad? None of them are rapists Gemma but I'm sure some of them can think of a pretty fucked up send off. She deserved to go just as frightened as you were."

A look of resolve came over her face, "you're right, I guess I just wanted to feel like I did something. Take my grandson home, I love you y/n."

You smiled, "you did do something Gem, you kept everyone together when shit was falling apart, that's far more pride worthy then taking out that poor excuse for a human."

****

Edmond Hayes waited for Stahl to show up, hiding a gun in the vent. She turned up soon after, trying to pull the same nonsense as always, "you're going to get me and my da killed."

She shook her head, "I'm your only chance now Edmond, you need to listen to me."

He wasn't having it, striking her and trying to run. He ran into the room with the gun and pulled it out, poking his head out of the doorway to see where she was, he didn't see her and he made his way to the door.

"Drop the gun and turn around." He didn't listen, raising the gun to fire. Stahl did what she had to.

****

Polly looked around at the scene, her boyfriend was dead, "turn around." It was Stahl, she took her gun and with a deep breath, faced the woman.

Bang

Stahl shot her once in the chest, killing her instantly, then there was a noise at the door, Cameron Hayes had come for his son. Stahl put herself together, acting upset and ran to open the door.

"Cameron you can't go in there, please." He pushed past her and found Edmond on the floor, dead, raising his gun to Stahl, she met him with her own. "It was the Sons, I saw them leave on their bikes before I got here." He slammed his hand into the table.

"Shit."

****

Zobelle was done waiting, he asked some of Salazar's men to stay in case his daughter showed up and left, being met but the Sons at the door. Even in the spring sun, the air felt cold as the bikes turned over. At the same time, the guys were pulling out of T-M, ready to meet the other Sons along the road.

They followed the car up the highway, when the moment arose, the van stopped and some of the men got out to fire a hailstorm of bullets at the car while Salazar fled.

Zobelle got out, running to the nearest gas station, it was the perfect cover, there was no way the Sons would be able to do anything with all the school children around.

****

"That should be the last of it Kip, he's not taking any furniture so after these boxes Jax will be all packed."

You phoned Jax, "hey, I didn't want to bother you with this, nothing's wrong."

You could still hear his worry over the phone, "what's going on?" Kip was in the bathroom collecting Abel's diapers.

"It's Gemma, I think she needs a bit of reassurance before she does something stupid. I managed to cool her down but if those scumbags stay in town much longer, she's going to go… fuck."

"Y/n, y/n." Hayes hung up the phone, the only thing you could see was the gun in your face. He shoved you down onto the dining chair and pointed the gun at Half Sack.

"What do you want?" He didn't speak, "whatever you think we did, it wasn't us."

He wasn't listening, "the Sons killed my Eddy, I think killing an old lady might even the score."

Half Sack, stepped forward and Hayes raised the gun, "don't get brave boyo." He sat when given the direction and Hayes made his way over to the now crying Abel.

"Don't fucking touch my child."

He smiled softly and picked up a knife, bringing it close to Abel, "a son for a son." Kip moved quickly, getting the blade buried into his abdomen. He gasped but hit the ground alive.

Hayes picked up Abel, rocking him until he stopped crying, "I know things must be hard for you now but please let me help him." He pointed the knife at Kip, signalling for you to help. You took a teatowel off the bench and pressed it to the wound, Half Sack letting out a pained moan, "it's not that bad, I need you to keep pressure on this, ok?" He nodded and you replaced your hands with his and you stood up.

"Can you put Abel down, please? Hurting him won't bring your little boy back." He didn't care what you said, hitting you over the head with the gun and walking out with Abel. You weren't stunned long enough for him to leave, crouching down, pulling out your gun and firing at him.

Expect the blow to the head gave you double vision and the shot went wide, grazing his side instead of ending up in his spine. He turned and fired at you, the bullet bouncing off the door frame before you felt a stinging heat in your ribs.

The air was knocked out of you and by the time you could breathe again, he was gone. There was no way you could after him, and you put your hope in Jax coming back with enough time to cut him off.

"You still with me Kip?" He groaned behind you but you had another problem, the pressure in your chest was making it hard to breathe. You could feel the bullet between your ribs so it hadn't done much damage, the pain only meant one thing, a tension pneumothorax.

Just as you dragged yourself back to the kitchen with the first aid kit, Jax and Chibs arrived, "y/n, Darlin."

His heart stopped when he saw you, "I'm fine Teller. Hayes got Abel, by the boat keys in his pocket he's going to the docks. I winged him, if you go now, you might catch up."

It took him a few seconds but he left, yelling at Chibs to stay behind. "How much of those medical textbooks I gave you have you read?" He was kneeling by Half Sack trying to stop the bleeding.

"Enough, what do you need." You had put all the tools out on the table and pulled a bottle of iodine from the bag, pouring it over your ribs and the medical equipment.

"I need you to walk me through how you'd place a chest tube for someone bleeding into their chest." He froze, "now Chibs, I'm going to die if you don't start talking."

XXXXXXXXXX

It blurred out of his mouth so fast you couldn't keep up but you already knew what to do, biting into a towel, you took the scalpel and sliced your side, cutting through the layers of your chest wall until there was a gush of blood. The relief was immediate when you shoved the tube into the cut, sliding down onto the floor as the pressure eased.

XXXXXXXXXXX

"You gonna pass out on me Telford?"

He grunted, "that was hardcore." Kip was fading in and out of consciousness, you could hear the sirens in the distance, "I think that's the ambulance now, I called them when I went to get the first aid kit."

He swallowed and looked from you to Kip, "tell me Jax will get there in time."

He didn't meet your eyes, "Jax will get there in time."

****

Jax was speeding so fast that if he came off now, he would die, but he didn't care, he had to get to his son. He had called the others as he was leaving and they met him on the highway, the sound of their bikes filling the air.

He stopped when Opie went through the barbed wire, his hands shaking with fear and rage. He could see Hayes's car becoming more and more unstable on the road before there was the horrible noise of metal meeting metal.

Hayes had crashed into a guardrail at the dock, as he stumbled out, he had the baby carrier in his hand. Jax's hands were shaking too much to get off a good shot so he settled for running full speed after Hayes but just as he gained ground, Hayes was gone.

Before the utter hopelessness set in, he heard Sam yell, "JAX, JAX." When he turned around, Sam was holding your son, having taken him out of the car unharmed, Hayes must have taken him out of the car seat and run off with it in hopes of distracting them.

After the relief hit him like a train, a wave of realisation punched him in the face. When he left you, you were bleeding. He raced home, only to be greeted by Chibs covered in blood, shaken up and looking lost. The cops were there, and Hale was taping off the house. Jax was holding onto Abel, the fear still present, he felt like if he ever put him down again, he would be taken again.

"What happened?"

Chibs shook his head, "they're both on their way to the hospital. Y/n was awake and talking when they left but Half Sack wasn't looking good. It was rough Jacky Boy, like the middle of a war zone rough. Your old lady's one strong woman."

Hale approached Jax, "do you know what happened?"

Jax was in shock, "can we talk about this later?"

Hale nodded, "of course, I'm sure you want to be spending your time at the hospital."

"I can go inside? I need to pack a few things for Abel before I leave."

Hale looked around and nodded, "yeah, I'll have to walk you through. Just a fair warning Jax, it's a mess."

Jax took a deep breath and stepped under the crime scene tape, what met him first was the smell of wet iron. There was blood everywhere, as he walked to the bathroom, he could see streaks of red on the wall, clearly made by your smaller hands. He looked down at the carpet, a long line of blood was down the hallway and back.

He shoved diapers into the bag and left, unable to stomach the sight much longer. When he left the house, Sam put a warm hand on his shoulder, "I'll drive you to the hospital, she's going to be fine Jax, trust me."

Jax's leg bounced all the way there, he would turn to look at Abel in the backseat every few minutes. "Can you calm the fuck down, if she was awake when they left, it's not that bad." The words didn't even register.

Jax slowed down as they pulled up to St Thomas, feeling a terrible sense of fear that made him want to crawl under his bed like a child. He ran inside, Sam following closely with Abel in his arms.

He went up to the front desk and waited for someone to talk to him, he was standing there numb when a nurse gestured for him to sit down. "You girlfriend is in surgery, it's looking good and she should be out in about half an hour. Your friend, on the other hand, is touch and go, he's lost a lot of blood and the knife knicked his liver. We'll keep you updated, in the meantime, I can take you to a quiet waiting room so you can wait for your partner."

Jax waited, pacing back and forth, the others arrived with Gemma, Ima and Lyla in tow soon after he did, waiting with him. He went from holding Abel and glaring at anyone who got too close to handing him to Sam and going outside to smoke.

Around forty minutes after they arrived, the nurse came to get him, "Dr l/n is resting now, you can come and sit with her. Everything went well and other than a few new scars she'll be fine. However, she needs to rest, there was some blood loss so she's going to feel weak for a little while."

She took a deep breath, "Mr Epps is still in surgery and will likely need a long hospital stay, but we will keep you updated." Jax followed the nurse into the room, other than the IV in your arm and the oxygen mask on your face, he would have thought you were sleeping.

He pulled up a chair, sat down, grabbed you hand and waited for you to wake up while Sam called all your friends.

"Billy's one of her emergency contacts so he already knows, Derek will be here soon and Billy's flying in from New York now. She's going to be fine Jax, this isn't even in the top ten worst things she's been through."

****

"When is she going to wake up?"

Sam shook his head, "dude, it's been an hour. You heard the nurse, she needs rest." Gemma had taken Abel home under an armed escort, Hale had yet to stop by, which Jax was grateful for.

"I need coffee, are you good for me to leave?"

Jax nodded, "I'll get you one too, you look like you need it." While he waited for Sam, Derek showed up.

"You doing ok?"

Jax shrugged and Derek sat down next to him, "she's going to be fine, this is nothing."

Jax nodded softly, "people keep telling me that."

"I know how you're feeling."

Jax raised his eyebrows, "really, how could you know that?"

Derek took a deep breath, "I met my wife Penelope in Afghanistan, she was a civilian technical analyst. Walking into that tent that day was like nothing else I've ever experienced, it was like the whole world stopped spinning." Jax knew what he was talking about.

"Of course, y/n knew, she smiled and said it looked like I had been bewitched. Every moment with her was a breath of fresh air, no matter what happened outside the wire, if I could see her face, life was good." Derek continued.

"I asked her out when I left the Marines, and of course she said yes. Then she started working for Anvil, but she's kind and soft and started to use our servers to help people solve their lost ones cold cases and she was shot by a perp. My whole world ended when I got the call."

"I prayed for the first time in decades, but Penelope woke up and we're fine. Trust me when I say this, y/n is the toughest motherfucker I've ever met, it's going to take a lot more than a graze to the ribs to take her down."

Jax took a deep breath, "I can't lose her, she's my everything."

Derek smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, "she's your God given solace."

Jax had never had his feelings be put into better words.

****

"Ow, fuck." Jax lifted his head, there had been a parade of people in and out for the last two hours, he was tired and wanted nothing more than to hear your voice.

He put his hand on yours as you went to pull the mask off your face, his hand moved to your shoulder and pressed firmly as you gained awareness and went to sit up.

"Abel?"

The look of terror on your face made his chest hurt, "is home safe with mum."

He saw you visibly relax, "Kip?"

Jax took a deep breath, "got out of surgery around an hour ago, he's lost part of his liver so he's going to be here a while."

You waved your hand over to the cup of water on the side table and Jax picked it up, holding it while you drank from the straw. "I really need to brush my teeth. When I can get out of here?"

Jax was taken aback, "what?"

You rolled your eyes, "when can I get out of here?"

He shook his head, "I'll go get the nurse."

He returned seconds later with a man in scrubs, "when can I leave? I'll AMA if I have to"

The nurse shook his head, "the earliest? Three days."

You shook your head, "two max."

He shrugged, "looking at your medical records, I can see a long list of AMAs so I'll take it. Can I get you something to eat?"

You nodded, "pudding would be nice please, it's the only edible thing in this place."

He came back soon after with the pudding, "thank you."

Jax watched your every move, "I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "why are you apologising? I'm fine, Abel's fine and Kip's going to pull through. All's well that ends well."

Jax was sure he couldn't get more surprised, "how are you so calm about this?"

You shrugged, "because I've been shot, blown up, burnt, drowned, tortured and beaten a thousand times before, I'm in an American hospital with great health insurance, this is nothing."

Jax chuckled, "holy shit woman, you're something else."

You nodded and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, "do you want me to get Gemma to bring Abel?"

You shook your head, "eww, no, hospital germs. He's only eight months old, he can't fight off what's floating around these halls. We're all more likely to die for a hospital-related infection than this shit."

Jax laughed, "you're sure you're ok?"

You nodded, "fine, what do you want me to say to the cops?"

*****

Hale and Stahl came into your room once you were totally awake, "we need to speak to you alone."

You shook your head, "if my family isn't here my lawyer will need to be."

Hale turned to Stahl, "she's just been shot and almost lost her child, I don't see the harm in letting someone stay with her."

Stahl shrugged, "fine, but no one affiliated with the Club."

You smiled, "Jackson, beloved, can you go Billy please?" Billy had only arrived half an hour before and had only stopped in for a few seconds before following your request to start looking for Hayes.

Jax shuttered, poor Stahl had no idea what was about to hit her. Jax got up and came back with Billy a minute later, he still looked perfect despite the stress he was under.

"Thank you Jax, we'll call you back in once she's given her statement."

Billy baulked, "it's not really your choice who sits in this room."

His face became hard, "unless your insinuating that Jax is abusing my best friend and that's why she can't be honest."

The air turned cold, and Stahl felt a cold chill up her spine, "not at all sir, we just need to make sure no one can call her statement into question."

Billy sat down in Jax's chair, his eyes landing on Stahl, "what do you remember?"

You glared at her, "I don't think you remember the last time we had a conversation more than two minutes long, but I refuse to talk to you without my lawyer, I'll give my statement to Hale, you can sit in the corner if you must be present."

She sulked away and Hale sat on the other side of the bed, "start for the beginning."

"Kip and I were packing the last of Jax's stuff so he could move in with me. A man with a thick Irish accent entered the home talking about the Sons killing his kid, we went to kill me but Abel distracted him. In trying to protect Abel and me, Kip was stabbed, I went to take Abel from this man and he struck me with his gun." You tilted your head to show to small bruise on your temple.

"I had terrible double vision so when I went to shoot him in hopes of disabling him to save my child, the shot missed and went through his side. He turned around and fired, the bullet grazed the door frame, fragmented and a shard entered my rib cage." You reached over and took another drink.

"It became clear to me with my combat experience that I was at risk of developing a punctured lung so prepared to place a temporary chest tube to alleviate the pressure, I call the ambulance for Kip and me and got ready to do what I need to do." Hale didn't open his mouth and Billy was staring so nastily at Stahl that she wouldn't dare speak.

"I didn't call the cops for fear they would try to force a statement by using withholding care which has happened many times to others before. Just as I was getting ready, Jax and Philip came in, having heard the start of the altercation over the phone. I told them what had happened and that I saw a boat key on the man's hip and they left." Billy was recording the whole time so he could make sure everyone's statements lined up.

"Jax left, I instructed Philip to help Kip and I placed the chest tube in my chest. After that my memory gets spotty, I imagine from blood loss and shock, but I remember telling the paramedics my blood type and the last time I ate. Before you ask, the gun is mine and is registered."

Hale spoke for the first time, "what exactly did he say to you."

You rubbed your face, "the Sons killed my Eddie, then, maybe killing an old lady will even the score, when Kip went to help he said don't get brave boyo and then the last thing he said was a son for a son."

Stahl shifted in her chair, "I don't know who that man was or what he was doing in Jax's house but whoever did kill his son was almost responsible for two deaths and the kidnapping of my child. Let's hope I never find out who because I will spend the rest of my life making sure they rot behind bars."

You knew it was Stahl, you could tell by the way she was acting, "is that all David?"

He nodded, "thank you, we'll leave you to rest."

They left and Billy snarled, "what a bitch."

You slapped his chest, "you know how I feel about that word William."

He pressed his eyes closed, "I know, sorry. I'll go download the guys so they keep the story straight."

"Thank you."

Billy left and Jax came back in soon after, "how did it go?"

You shrugged, "Hale bought it, but Stahl might want to watch out for tall building, I've never seen Billy hate someone so fast."

Jax laughed, "your friends are really scary."

"I know right, you should see Aden in action, he makes Happy look like Santa."

Jax shuddered, "I don't think I want to."

"Can you help me up, please. I really need to pee."

Jax laughed and offered his hand "sure Darlin, let me get the nurse first."

Part 33

Thoughts, feelings, unintelligible screaming? Give it all to me!

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marvelmaniac715 · 1 year

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This fic is simply called “The Bedtime Story”. I hope you enjoy.

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“What? Oh, a story. Yeah, I can do that, no problem. What story though… I could do Peter Pan… no, way too long, we’re both tired and it’s late. I’m not doing some sappy fairytale crap, that stuff pollutes your mind y’know. What story could I… oh, I know! Okay, I think we can start now, so…

Once upon a time, there was a little boy called Charles Lee Ray. From the moment he was born it was clear that he wasn’t like the other kids. For instance, he was a lot more interesting, intelligent and (in my personal opinion) good looking than the other little brats who went around picking their noses or whatever.

Until he was seven years old he lived with dull, boring parents who refused to let him have any fun. On his seventh birthday he tried to whack a piñata, but people got scared for some reason and poor Charles got told off despite the fact it was his birthday. His saving grace came one night when a serial killer (the Hackensack Slasher to be precise) broke into his house and killed his father.

Charles’ mother decided that it would be a smart idea to hide in a closet and make unnecessary noise, smothering the boy in the process. But little Charles- god this is weird for me- Charles had snuck a pocket knife into the closet, and when the moment was just right, he stabbed his mother till she fell down dead. A few moments later, the Hackensack Slasher found him and showed him the proper way to clean a knife to cover your tracks, and that’s where it all began.

Charles grew up a bit, and when he was a teenager staying in a Boy’s Home he killed a janitor and chopped off his hand like Captain Hook in Peter Pan. That’s when he met Eddie Caputo, a spineless little rat who would turn on him in the future, that asshole got what was coming to him. But anyway, he ran from the Boy’s Home and lived on the streets for a few years, strangling people and stealing their stuff to pass the time and make money.

As an adult, he’d stalk nightclubs to find girls to kill- it’s always fun to interact with the victims and build a sense of false trust before you see the fear and betrayal in their eyes as you stab them in the stomach- and that’s where he met Tiffany. At first he’d wanted to kill her, but when he tried he realised that she was a lot like him, they had the same interests, that sorta stuff. So they killed the other girl he’d brought to the room together and began dating.

Charles (now Chucky, but that’s not really important) and Tiffany (now blonde, hard to believe she was ever a redhead) moved into an apartment together, and they were happy for a while. But Chucky- still so weird, why did I decide to do this?- wasn’t happy. He fell in love with a woman named Sarah Pierce who had a little girl who was about two or three years old, can’t remember.

He thought Sarah was his true love as stupid as it seems, he wanted to start a family with her and raise her kids as his own. But she betrayed him, called the cops and caused Charles to get gunned down in a toy store with Eddie Caputo nowhere to be seen despite the traitor being his get-away driver.

Chucky put his soul into a Good Guy doll because he practiced (and still practice to this day sort of) voodoo, and that meant he wouldn’t die. He ended up with some kid called Andy Barclay who was honestly one of the worst behaved little brats in the world, and after a few years of torment he met up with Tiffany again. Tiffany became a doll, they got married, all that fun stuff. The next time Chucky woke up he was in Hollywood and found out that he and Tiffany had a six year old son called Glen, and that’s pretty much it, the end. What did you think, good story?”

Glen shook his head fearfully. The little doll trembled in his bed, looking at his father with wide, scared eyes. He’d asked for a bedtime story because in the few instances he’d seen the outside world from his cage in England, he knew that bedtime stories were a good bonding activity between parents and children, and he wanted to be closer to his father. He wasn’t expecting that. Chucky’s face fell, and he sighed heavily, getting to his feet and turning to leave the room.

“How the hell are you my son? It just doesn’t make sense- ugh, this was a waste of time. Goodnight kid.”

Unsettled and disturbed by these revelations about his father, Glen fell asleep.

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hypnoswap · 2 years

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Hypnoswap and change

Just a little refresher I am the son of a warlock at the age of 18, I receive my powers able to change peoples looks and bodies through the spells that I cast, I also love doing hypnosis that was really enhance through my warlock abilities, I like to give people trigger words that would better themselves or embarrass them , depending if it was somebody I liked or somebody that was a bully or just plain jerk, I am now 20 years old and have become stronger and more skillful , for example when I was a kid there was a bully named Fred that pick on me and several of my friends, he used to Call us Little faggots give us wedgies or take our backpack’s , The usual kid stuff, well I ran into him a few months ago he started talking to me like he never did anything before to us. He acted like we were old friends, I thought this guy is such an asshole, how can you not remember embarrassing me so many times growing up. so I thought I would teach him a lesson, actually Fred turned out to be a good looking guy with a great body I thought I would change that, so I hypnotized him into thinking every time he went to the gym and seen a good looking guy working out he would become so extremely horny and hard he couldn’t contain himself and the harder he got the more aroused he got , that he had to start playing with himself until he relieved himself and then once he relieved himself he would be so hungry he would have to eat at least 5 pounds of food after each time he has sex. So I ran into Fred two or three months later and the change in him was unbelievable he went from a stud to 300 pound obese person.

Fred before. Fred after

After I ran into Fred, I removed his triggers ,but if he has the energy , he can get back into shape and hopefully he learned his lesson. But I did add one more new trigger, that every time he picked on someone , he would find them incredibly sexy , and he would have incredible erotic urges , that he would do anything for them to make them happy.

One of my friends Ted who still lives on the same street I do is going to school full time he knows I’m a gym rat and asked if he could work out with me , so he started going to the gym and started following my workout routines, but he was a skinny kid ,just so busy with school and his job , he barely had enough free time with his studies added in.

Ted

So Ted gets to the gym before me one day he started working out and too jocks We’re giving him a hard time, as he was benching 60 pounds on the benchpress they were laughing at him. Saying that their girlfriend could bench more than him. When I arrived at the gym and join him the two guys sort of scurried away. I could see Ted was upset, I asked him what it happened and he told me. I could see the frustration in Ted’s face after trying so hard for the last few months without much or any gains to speak of. Then I tear ran down his cheek, I told Ted that’s enough I’ll take care of them.

The two gym jerks

I told Ted go ahead and take off i’m going to take care of these two guys and solve your problem at the same time, Ted replied how are you gonna solve my problem I’m still just gonna be a skinny little twig , I just replied and said that will be changing real soon.

So I walked over to the two guys and introduced myself and said wow you guys are looking good, looks like you’re making great gains, they both smiled and said thanks, one of the guys replied and said that I looked awesome also , I told them that I was a hypnotist that I could enhance their workouts , if they wanted to be hypnotized they both looked intrigued and said yes we would give it a go. So I started to hypnotize both of them , and told them they had an incredible urge to keep going to the gym at least twice a day and at least two hours at a time working out as hard as they could, and after each workout they feel wonderful , And that they will become incrediblyhorny , they would be so overpowered and so hard that’s all they could think about ,the harder they got the horny they’d got , the more pleasure they would feel , and the pleasure becomes 10 times more intense than you ever have felt before, and after they came all they could think about was getting back into the gym. And each time they would just feel more wonderful and more overpowered with so much sensitivity that they couldn’t control themselves. hypnosis is done , now my spell, I put a spell on the two guys that all of their workouts and new gains would be transferred over to Ted and each time they jerked off , half an inch of their dicks would be transferred over to Ted and their balls would shrink a little and Teds would grow. And since all the new gains of muscles would go to Ted , it would be like those guys weren’t working out at all and their muscles will become smaller and smaller as time went on. And I said at the count of five you will wake up and feel wonderful, but not remember what I said. One you feel good , two you really wanna work out hard, three after each workout you become incredibly horny, four you just wanna hit the gym again, five repeat, awake. So guys how do you feel , they both answered That they felt wonderful , I feel like doing another work out , they both headed back to the weights and started working out.

I get home I go over to Ted’s house who is still a little upset over what happened at the gym. I told him not to worry about it just keep up with your studies and your job I’m gonna give you some new supplements , I hear they do wonders and you don’t even have to work out Ted said really I never heard anything like that , I said we’ll just try it, we’ll see how it goes. so Ted decided to quit going to the gym and just try the supplement , and focus on his studies and his job I told him just give it a month and see how it goes and he agreed. Two days later I went back to the gym and I seen the two fellows just lifting weights like crazy they walked over to me and said thanks, they couldn’t believe how good they felt, I just said no problem and sort of laughed , As they finish their work out they walk into the locker room where I was changing the two boys walked in and started changing I could see there big bulges ready to bust through their shorts, seeing how big these boys were I kept thinking, Teds going to be one huge boy , by the time these boys are done. While I week goes by and I stop by Teds house To see how he’s doing he answer the door I looked at him , he did look a little bit bigger a little more defined. I said how are those supplements working Ted replied wow I feel great my body is really starting to tone up, And I have to tell you something else I feel little embarrassed , but those pills, do they increase anything else , I knew what he was talking about , but I just played along with him and said what do you mean , he said please don’t laugh , but my penis has grown, like over two inch’s and my balls are getting bigger, I told him maybe you’re having a late puberty or growth spurt or maybe it’s the supplements I don’t know, I just said well that’s something I probably wouldn’t complain about, are you happy about it , and he just smiled and said hell yes.

So about another month goes by and Ted comes by my house, I answer the door he looked really good , I can see his endowment at this point it was really getting hard to hide he looked huge. So I told him, you’re looking pretty good there buddy, he said yeah this is amazing. Those supplements are working great I can’t believe the muscle I’ve gain by doing nothing, and remember what I told you about my penis size i’ve grown another 10 inches I’m starting to get a little worried, I reassured him, it would probably stop pretty soon. And my balls are the size of tennis balls, their really getting hard to hide , plus the fact that I’m so horny all the time and sensitive ,don’t get me wrong it’s wonderful, besides his large endowment he’s probably gained 20 pounds of muscle in the last month so his really starting to look like a stud , he just smiled and said thanks so much for the supplements, in the back of my mind , those guys dicks must be getting really small , they can’t have too much more to give.

So Ted went away for his fall semester I didn’t see him for the next four months when he got back, he came and visited me, I looked at him an amazement, he was a lot bigger even bigger than I was now, and I could see his dick hanging really low, it looked like he was ready to burst out of those jeans he was wearing he had to be 12 inches soft and you could see his balls in those jeans they were really huge, I said wow Ted you look like magnificent those supplements they really worked , he wanted to thank me. You really change my life I feel great I look great and you’re right my dick finally stopped growing . I said Ted if you don’t mind can you tell me how big are you now Ted replied , well I’m 18“ x 10“ wide and my balls are like almost softball size, and I have to tell you ,the sex I have now is incredible, I am so sensitive and I shoot such incredible loads and I can come multiple times., I told Ted that those supplements had been discontinued and I don’t have any more ,he should start going to the gym now, to keep his gains , Ted just replied well with this great body I’ll have no problem ,if you wouldn’t mind going with me a few times to get me into my routines again, I told him no problem.

The next day we hit the gym and the two guys that picked on him the first time looked over at us in amazement of Ted , not realizing how small they have gotten , and still having the urge to work out , I had to remove the spell,, so Ted and I finished Our workout Ted went home, I told him I was just gonna go take a shower. I waited for the boys to go into the locker room they finished their work out. I followed them in , as I walked into the locker room they were stripped naked playing with their two little knobs they both had to be only 1 /2 inch in length, there balls the size of peanuts, they were both jerking off in front of each other they couldn’t stop themselves , if they came one more time there dicks would probably be nonexistent I stopped them and I remove the spell, so now when they work out their gains will come back. They were so skinny now ,but they would have to live with there tiny little dicks, and I did leave the trigger that each time they finished working out they had the urge to jerk off and could not stop themselves.

The new Ted

. The two gym jerks

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moon-lv3r · 9 months

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soulmates ~ bruabba pt 2

🦋 category: angst, hurt no comfort, one-shot, soulmate au

🦋 characters: bucciarati, abbacchio

🦋 summary: au – in which people are born with red strings from their pinky that attach itself to their soulmate. the string would not appear until soulmate is born. the string appears physical but one can pass their hand through it. only you can see your own string and where it leads

the life of leone abbacchio and everything that contributed to his unfortunate downfall, never meeting his soulmate. all he had were regrets

part 1 - bruno’s pov

part 2 - leone’s pov

🦋 warnings: mentions of drug abuse, overd0sing and abuse

🦋 notes: wrote this at 4am!! took me like weeks to finish but here’s part 2 of the bruabba soulmate au! hope you guys enjoy it hehehehehehe~ i should give them a happy ending next time

The young boy watched as rats ran about the house as though they had lived here.

His parents fought day and night, screaming about how someone like them could be their soulmate. What was soulmate really? How were his parents right for each other when all they did was a screaming match? Wasn’t finding the right one for you all about happiness? Why had it led to a life of misery for him?

Would the right person ever make life a misery for each other?

As the years went by, Leone eventually learned that his parents were in fact, not each other’s soulmate. Their respective soulmates had died and they learned to deal with it, finding each other at their worst and spiraling into the negatives.

Soulmates had to be a curse.

Love had to be the worst curse of all.

He wondered why his parents stayed with each other when they clearly hated each other so much. He was tired of their constant nonsense. He had to be the one to comfort his younger siblings whenever tears escaped from their eyes when their screaming matches often forced its way into their ears. But who was there to comfort him?

Leone Abbacchio had nobody.

Leone often told bedtime stories to his younger siblings, trying to drown out the fights that were occurring. He always did his best to comfort them, make the place feel like an actual home. All he wanted was for his siblings to have a normal childhood. His younger sister once asked why were their parents together, to which he responded, “Pfft, I don’t care about them. Just… get out of here when you can. Forget they ever existed. Find a proper family because this one, is broken, you don’t need this.” He changed the topic, it wasn’t a topic which he knew the answer to.

As fate would have it, the truth of their parents' marriage eventually slipped out.

“If I hadn’t slept with you and ended up pregnant with Leone, what makes you think I would’ve stayed?” His mother shouted during one of their matches. “You and Leone are my biggest mistakes ever!”

Leone stood in a corner as his siblings huddled him. He stared. His mother stared back. “What are you looking at boy? Don’t make me say it again.”

He was only a teenager when the truth came out. 15. He did what any 15 year old would do, he ran. He left the house, encouraged by his mother and protested by his siblings. Their cries were not enough to change his mind. The fury he had was stronger than ever.

Leone walked about his dirty neighborhood as a drunken woman walked by. Mrs Giovanna. All she did was go out to party, often leaving her son home. Leone turned around to see a young boy carrying the now passed out lady into their home. Why was everyone so messed up? What was soulmate really? Why had it caused all of this? The tragedy that was his life.

He stared up at the peaceful night sky. Away in the distance were the city lights, crowds filled the streets, people’s chatters headed for his ears, they seemed to live such peaceful lives. He wished that he could have that. Why couldn’t he have it all?

The stars seemed to be smiling down at him, pitying the fate that was the life of Leone Abbacchio. Perhaps the stars above were laughing at him, for his lack of an ability to shine. Leone was just a mere trash in an alleyway that nobody would ever stop to pay attention to. When was the last time he had cried?

“Hey boy, fancy some?” A ragged old man stood behind him, flashing rows of gum with a few rotten teeth left. In his mouth was a burnt cigarette. His eyes were as bloodshot as one can be. Not a single rational thought was behind his mind. Leone knew who he was. The sole drug dealer in his neighbourhood. It was hard to believe that he was a man in his thirties when he looked well beyond his years due to the substances he consumed on a daily basis. But it seemed to be able to help him cope…

“Give me your weakest,” Leone ordered. A small one wouldn’t hurt him right?

The weakest grew. Leone was becoming a changed man. Now he would engage in fighting his parents instead of protecting his younger siblings. His younger sister naturally took that role as she watched her elder brother spiral down into the abyss. He couldn’t fight it… not when there were drugs scattered about their home, courtesy to their parents. He needed that high.

“Hey!” Leone shouted at his mother, who was looking to pick a fight with him.

She glared at him, “You dare talk to your mother like this?” She spat. “I will not tolerate th-“

“Shut up! You stupid…” Leone uttered as his eyes drifted to his younger sister standing away in a corner, watching the shell that was her older brother. “Tch… You stupid woman…” He got up and slammed the door of his room. He began engaging in his substances again, unable to quit. Why was it so addicting? He had stolen this from his parents, after running out of money to get some.

The ecstasy he received from those white poison. He suddenly forgot about the troubles he had. It was like he was floating in heaven, living his best life. It was like he was shining among the stars. It was like he was living a life without troubles. He couldn’t free himself from the one thing that helped him forget… Even though it was slowly killing him. It was slowly driving him over the edge.

It wasn’t a surprise when the day came where he hit his own father in front of his whole family. His younger sister ushered all of the younger ones into their bedroom and told them a bedtime story so that they would sleep… just like Leone used to do. Leone was only a mere 15 years old, his sister was 10.

His younger sister had tried to get him off drugs but his withdrawal symptoms were so bad that he could somehow make their already broken home look less like a home. It wasn’t a scene a young child should see, much less endure. Yet, that was the fate of the Abbacchios. Drugs were ruining their household. Everything was ruined. All because of the death of their parents’ respective soulmates.

No wonder none of the children believed in soulmates.

It was the cause of all of their sufferings. It was horrible. It was terrible. How were they supposed to lead a normal life when all they knew were suffering?

At age 16, Leone had already dropped out of school, after an episode of him wrecking everything in his way. It wasn’t a pleasant thing, much less pleasant when Leone’s sister had no choice but to go on behalf of her parents to the discipline office because they were too high to even move. It was a ridiculous scene, yet nobody seemed to realise that something was going on. Maybe they did, but didn’t care enough to get help for the children.

The children had nobody in the cruel world they had little choice but to live in.

Things kept deteriorating. So was Leone’s addiction. He couldn’t go a day without using a single substance, it was a miracle he was still alive. It terrified his younger sister, while his parents did little to stop him. They were still fighting each other and encouraging Leone, often sharing their prized possessions and getting high together.

His younger sister had completely taken over his role as the younger siblings’ caretaker. It was too much. She wanted to blame Leone… but was it really his fault? When it was the environment they were welcomed in that made him that way? She moved her hatred towards her parents and protecting her siblings.

She wanted her elder brother back.

Leone Abbacchio had officially lost himself, at the young age of 16.

Drugs had overtaken him. He was nothing without a single powder. Not a day went by without him getting high on any substance he could get his hands on. If he didn’t take any, his parents would have to face his wrath, but his parents would fight him as well. Peace was something no Abbacchios knew of.

Years slipped by, the situation never improved. Leone was now an adult. He was 20, but he had never truly lived up to that age. His younger sister was now 15, yet she was the one who lived up to that age. She was now at the age at which Leone stopped living, before completely losing himself at 16. She still held onto the hope that her elder brother would return, and save her the responsibilities and get everyone out of the mess they called home.

Leone often returned home with new drugs, or fired from a new job. His sister often confided in their neighbour, a boy of the same age as her named Giorno Giovanna. Their similar situation led them to become friends. She finally had someone to share her troubles with. Leone was glad that she could at least find a decent friend, though he hadn’t liked that blonde stuck up much. But he was still better than him. All the friends Leone had could only encourage his addict behaviour, he just can’t quit it.

Their parents still remained the same. The younger siblings were at the age where they could slightly understand what was going on. It was a sad situation all around. One that seemed to be never ending. They were all trapped in this hell loop.

It wasn’t until one opportunity presented itself that Leone finally figured out a solution. He was going to murder their parents, but he wasn’t going to get caught for it. Leone was the one in charge of cooking, so it would be easy to spike their food. His parents often used drugs so dying of an overdose didn’t seem too far fetched either. It was like a perfect solution. He would call child protective services after that, and get his siblings taken away from him, so that they would be free from him.

Yes, that sounded like a great plan…

He had enough drugs to execute the murderous plan of his. He wondered what had driven him to this point where he was killing his own parents. It was crazy. It was insane. He was driven over the edge wasn’t he? Would he have done this if he wasn’t an addict?

He separated the meal and spiked the one he was going to serve to his parents. He watched as his siblings took their respective meals and ran back into their room, fearing him. He watched as his parents took their meal without even looking him in the eye. He watched as they ate their food, unaware that it was their very last meal. He watched as every bite brought them closer to their death. He watched as they slowly poisoned themselves…

He watched as they slowly died from the consequences of their actions…

Their own son.

He waited for his younger sister to spot the body before calling for child protective services. He watched as his younger sister cried all of her heart out. Crying at the people who never did their jobs as parents… yet a part of her loved them. He spoke into the phone and fed the person on the other side lies, how their parents were using drugs during dinner before abusing them. It was a convincing story. Calling child protective services was a backup, in case the dosage wasn’t enough to kill them.

Their parents did indeed die. The funeral was bleak, void of people. Nobody really cared about the Abbacchios, maybe that Giovanna boy did. But that was about it. Barely anyone showed up to mourn for the loss. But what loss was there to cry over? What did the world lose?

After the funeral, it was time for the children to be taken as Leone was deemed as incapable to look after the children. He wanted this to happen. They deserve a better shot at life than he did. He was nothing, nor will he amount to anything.

“Licia,” Leone ordered. He had something to say before he lost his sister for what could be forever. “I have something to say,” His tone sounded very nonchalant. Licia looked at the man who was supposed to protect her with a deadpan expression, “Make it quick.”

Leone sighed, “Promise me that you’ll do well. Get a good boyfriend, or girlfriend. I don't care. Never allow this to happen again. Listen to your big bro. I-“

“Can you promise me something as well?” His younger sister, Licia Abbacchio stared, trying to hold back tears. “Promise me you’ll quit… the next time I see you… You better be the Leone Abbacchio I always knew… Not this husk of a person. I want the Leone Abbacchio who used to tell me bedtimes stories back!”

Leone paused, staring at the ground before nodding, “Alright I promise. I’ll find all of you when I am clean. Promise me that you’ll enjoy what remains of your teenage years.”

Both siblings exchanged their promises and goodbyes before a teary goodbye. For the first time in years, Leone cried. He cried really hard. Why was life so hard? He hated his decision but he had to make it. What other choice had he got?

For months, Leone did his best to stay clean, to steer away from the dirty path. But it was horrible. He wondered if meeting his soulmate would help but decided against it. He didn’t want to trouble his soulmate with a burden like him. Whoever they were, should meet him when he becomes a better man. He was afraid of his parents’ relationship coming back to haunt him.

Leone just could not stay away. He did his best, but progress was slow. Sometimes he made progress, only to sink even deeper. It was a tough journey. But he had to do it. Leone grew reckless with his dosage, never paying attention to how much he consumed. He was growing careless with something that could kill him.

One night, one fateful night, he swallowed too much. He was careless and just consumed a whole package after trying to stay away for a week. Perhaps it was the redrawal symptoms hitting him, making him reckless. But there he laid, convulsing after vomiting his meal with blood in it. He tried to stand, but collapse onto the ground.

He had failed his sister’s promise. He was supposed to look for her when he became a better man. He was supposed to watch her live her best life. He broke the only thing his sister wanted from him. It was such a simple thing, yet there he laid. He was dying. Memories flashed before his mind, him telling bedtime stories… He wanted to do that again. The smiles he used to see. He wanted to see them all again… He can’t die… Not like this. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. He tried to reach for a phone but it seemed too far away… He looked at the red string on his finger. His soulmate… it seemed that they were not meant to be… Maybe his soulmate was better off without him… Yes…

Leone Abbacchio was worthless, a promise breaker. He deserved nothing.

He was sorry to everyone.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #bruabba #soulmate au #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno x abbacchio #jjba angst #i’m sorry #pls i love them sm #they love each other #i should give them a happy ending

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bearvanhelsing · 11 months

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OC Tag Game!

Tagged by @outeremissary Thank you so much! it's been a hot minute since I've posted on Tumblr!! I have a very small amount of followers and I think most have been tagged in this so I'll leave it be in terms of tagging! Favorite OC: Kind of depends! different ones occupy my mind at different times! Even though I don't get to play her a lot and she isn't quite as fleshed out as others because of that, I'm very into Aria right now. I have a lot of fun thinking about her and the different ways I can make her more interesting. I also love that most of the commissions I've gotten of her portray her as hot and confident but when I actually play her she's only like that maybe 8 % of the time and spends most of the game getting roasted or embarrassing herself by being a jackass. Newest OC: My New Vegas Courier, Jean!! She loves ED-E like a son, also kind of a technofetishist but not militantly so like the Brotherhood

Oldest OC: In terms of age or when I came up with them? I don't have any that are actually old, I tend to play characters within a few years of age from myself! (I should change that) but Adelaide ends Kingmaker in her early 30's tho. Oldest in terms of when I came up with them... I'm sure you could point to some toy I sona-fied when I was little but in recent memory maybe Zhin, a homebrew rat man from a 5e campaign I played a few years ago. Meanest OC: Outwardly the most mean is probably Aria, her temper is too hot and she's not afraid to use her words to cut deep if she's especially irritated. Actually, the meanest is probably Adelaide because she worships Barbatos and oh my GOD holy shit, that guy is fucked up. Softest OC: Think the only one I have that qualifies is Ophelia, my Owlin witch (Divination wizard but flavored as a witch) for 5e that I haven't gotten to play yet. She's from a large coven of bene-gesserit-esque witches that were mostly elven or human so she went through a lot of bullying and hardship but maintains a positive outlook and love for people. Also stole Tali from mass Effect's pilgrimage plot line ahsflah I'm not sorry, I think that's a cool thing for a witch in a coven to do too! Most aloof/standoffish OC: Aria takes that easily. Like Emi, I too have a soft spot for characters with a mean streak and Aria is my spiteful little fool. Dumbest (affectionate) OC: Zhin my rat man that I mentioned earlier! he was like a little gremlin creature! couldn't do much talking but point him at dudes to fight and he was very happy Smartest OC: Ophelia has terrible street smarts but near encyclopedic book smarts. Horniest OC: Tyrel!!! Finally found a spot you buddy!!! OC you’d be best friends with irl: Ophelia is the safest option here but I'd probably like Tyrel a lot assuming I knew nothing about his private life lmao

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For the advent prompts, and keeping it in theme with xmas, how about Johnny/Kerry spending their first xmas together? It can get spicy or not, your choice :)

Dear Anon, thank you for prompting me! I really, really loved writing this one. Well, I loved writing every one of them, but this one, like always when I write about them when they were young, has a particular feeling. I kept it sweet, as sweet as Johnny can be, and I really hope you'll enjoy this work I offer you.

The prompt was: "For the advent prompts, and keeping it in theme with xmas, how about Johnny/Kerry spending their first xmas together? It can get spicy or not, your choice :)"

Also, couldn't do a christmas themed challenge without a ref to Mariah Carey, so here it is.

10th: You

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All I want for Christmas is YOU

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Johnny doesn’t have a lot of memories from his family. He’s had two brothers a lot older than him, tough looking guys that had no time to waste for their whump of a little brother. His mother had been sick and died when he was young, and then it was just him and his father.

But he remembers christmas. Surrounded by catholics, the kind that used the bible to justify a lot of bad things they did, it was always an event. At the time, Johnny was too young to really perceive the rampant bigotry that held his community together, and anyway, the community wouldn’t last long.

His father was a handsome man, described as charming, made even more attractive by the grief of losing his wife and having to raise his third son by his lonesome. The neighbors invited them over often, and especially for Christmas because God forbid they would spend it all alone and miserable. In reality, Johnny and his father had a pretty normal life. Sure, it wasn’t filled with a lot of affectionate gestures or carefree laughter but Johnny doesn’t remember ever missing anything back then. The misery came later.

His father was hesitant to accept the neighbors’ invitations because he perceived it as pity and he was a proud man, who kept his emotions close to himself, a man of few words who thought actions spoke louder than words. But he’d also wanted Johnny to experience a real Christmas, and always spoke fondly of the ones he’d spent as a young boy. Another era, one long gone, brought back by nostalgia.

So, Johnny doesn’t have a lot of memories from his childhood but he remembers Christmas. The atmosphere, the lights, the songs, the gifts.

When he’s twenty, after the collapse, after rioters killed his father, after being left alone on the streets, after the nomads, after the army, after deserting, after the Pistis Sophia… After meeting Kerry and finding music again, Johnny has a moment of peace.

Winter in California is depressing because of the rain, which washes up the city by dragging along the mud, the pollution and the rats all over the streets. The city sort of makes an effort to establish a mood, but the emphasis is put on the marketing side of things rather than the spirit. The religious foundations of the celebration were dismissed long ago, but it is still sort of a family event, born, found or otherwise.

Just like for his father, it brings nostalgia, and Johnny finds himself sort of making plans with Kerry for the Eve.

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It starts casually. Between two songs, or when they wait for the rest of the band to come into their squat, which they’re using for rehearsals, or just when bored at a bar, Johnny uses whatever paper he finds to make small “Lucky Stars” origamis. It’s a teamwork, because Johnny’s chrome arm isn’t made for such detailed work, so Kerry folds the paper and Johnny pinches the edges to make the little stars “puff out” and gain volume.

Ten days before Christmas, Kerry strings their little creations and they pin it to the wall. Nancy snorts when she sees it, says it’s cute, that they act like a married couple. Johnny ignores the look Kerry throws him, and gives Nancy the finger.

She brings fairy lights at their next rehearsal, says she doesn’t have any use for it and so Kerry adds it to their Christmas decor.

Johnny has also been busy gathering everything for a real Christmas: booze that he stole with Kerry’s help and that they’ve been dutifully not touching, weed Henry got him for cheap, and their whole dinner, which he’d charmed his way into being offered by a gall working at a fancy caterer. That was the hardest part ‘cause he had to date her for a week, and he was still officially dating her but thank god she was going to her parents for the end of the year celebrations. He’s gonna have to have to deal with that later. Right now he is rather proud of himself because they will have fancy duck with mashed potatoes and pretentious green beans “à la something french” for their Christmas dinner. Johnny also made a deal with the downstairs “neighbors”, who are also squatters but have an oven, so he could reheat the whole thing.

So he’s been busy, and while he’s been busy, Kerry has been too, only his preparations have consisted in finding a boyfriend that is apparently clingy as fuck and annoys Johnny to no end. Most of Kerry’s hook-ups are trash, most of them with big red flags, which means Johnny regularly has to beat them up. He still remembers one who’d slapped Kerry hard across the face in front of him, making his friend bleed, and the absolute rage that filled him as he destroyed the fucker.

The current stupid dick Kerry is riding is from a corpo family and apparently appalled by the misery in which his poor boyfriend lives. Johnny can see clearly in his game: Kerry is a charity project, taken on to make the guy feel good about himself. When the young rocker voiced his opinion, Kerry replied with a few choice words that hit too close to home and then slammed the door to their flat.

That was yesterday.

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Johnny decided to act as if nothing happened, which is why he’s putting the last touch to his master plan as the clock reaches seven p.m. He’s rolling their first joint when his phone vibrates. It’s Kerry. It says “I’m spending the evening with Josh, don’t wait for me.”

Johnny puts the phone back on the table and finishes rolling the joint.

Fine.

It’s not like he cares, anyway.

There are plenty of things to do in Night City, especially on a night such as this. Lonely people are desperate for company, and even if they weren’t, the clubbing scene is always going full swing. Johnny could go to any average bar and flirt for a while with a chick, bring her here, woo her with fancy french duck and good stolen booze and have a great night.

Instead, he’s idly strumming his guitar, stoned as fuck because the joint he rolled was supposed to be shared. The duck is sitting in the cooler untouched and the fairy lights are flickering forlornly on the wall next to their strings of “Lucky Stars.”

On top of that, it’s raining again. So much for nostalgia.

It’s eleven now, and Johnny has drunk a good half of the stolen bourbon and has maybe half a song going on, when he hears keys in the lock they installed a while back.

When he comes into view, Kerry is drenched and panting, bending to catch his breath like he’s run from the cops.

“Fuck, you’re here. I thought you might have gone out,” is the first thing he says.

Johnny doesn’t reply, not sure what’s happening.

“I texted but you didn’t answer,” Kerry continues after an awkward pause. Johnny hasn’t checked his phone since Kerry’s message hours ago.

“I’m here,” he confirms uselessly.

“Yeah…”

The moment stretches, until Johnny leans back against the couch.

“I thought you were spending the night at Josh’s.”

Kerry snorts, rakes a hand through his hair and shakes out the water before sitting wearily on the couch.

“Yeah. Well, not anymore. I ditched him.”

Johnny stays silent, looks at Kerry to try and decipher if he just ditched the asshole for the night or permanently. His friend takes the bottle of bourbon and drinks straight from it.

“I’d rather be here, with you,” he says when he’s gulped three mouthfuls, before wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“So what, you ran back here?”

Kerry chuckles, something wistful. He’s shit at hiding his emotions, but in this instance, Johnny can’t read the look his best friend sends him. It makes his heart speed up for no reason, though.

“Pretty much,” the young man answers with a self deprecating smile.

Another long silence follows, Kerry’s hands twitch over his thighs, then he gestures at Johnny.

“You were playing?”

Suddenly, Johnny doesn’t want to share what he was composing, but he’s caught so he shrugs and says it was only old tunes.

Kerry buys it, gets up to change before coming back and retrieving his own instrument. Hands poised above the guitar, he looks expectantly at Johnny, waiting for him to start again.

It’s easy. This part has always been easy.

Everything else is complicated, but never this.

From old tunes, it evolves into a mad improv game, before they dive into christmas songs they half remember and desecrate happily. In between, they drink and smoke more of the good weed and everything seems funny and light, exactly how Johnny imagined it.

The blunt makes them fucking hungry, but it’s way too late to go downstairs and use the neighbors’ oven. They have a microwave, though, so they reheat the duck that way, even if Johnny is a bit disappointed because it will be less good. Kerry absolutely doesn’t care, he wolfs the whole thing down between appreciative moans.

“Fuck, how did you get that? It’s amazing…”

Johnny just winks at him and watches him eat, watches his long lashes draw shadows over his cheekbones when he savors another bite, watches his lips get greasy and it twists something in his gut that feels suspiciously like desire.

With the dishes, the girlfriend added a “bûche de Noël” which is another stupid french name for the traditional christmas chocolate cake. Johnny doesn’t really care for sweet things, but Kerry does. He can eat ice cream until he gets sick from it, can’t resist chocolate bars, and loves soda of all flavors. It turns him into some sort of over excited kitten, jumping around madly when they practice their songs, or starting fights he can’t finish.

Kerry is now eying Johnny’s own cake so the man pushes it toward him and smirks at the big smile he gets for his generosity. There is something obscene in watching Kerry eat cake, the way he licks the spoon after every bite, the way he tries (and fails) to slow down, how he trails his finger on the plate to be sure to get every last bite. Johnny’s mouth feels dry, so he drinks some more.

Filled to the brim, the young guitarist lies down with a sigh.

“I ate too much,” he says and Johnny only grunts, opening another bottle of alcohol, that one tequila.

“It was fucking good,” Kerry adds after a moment.

“Better than staying with Josh?” Johnny asks and he wants to hit himself for that. He sounds like a bitter suitor or something. Kerry hoists himself up to look at him and his expression says he’s trying very hard to not interpret Johnny’s words as jealousy.

“Yeah… Best Christmas I ever had…”

Johnny knows the Eurodynes didn’t celebrate Christmas. As such, Kerry doesn’t really have memories of the event like Johnny does, and his participation in this little party is entirely for his friend’s benefit.

“I broke up with him, ya know,” Kerry declares when Johnny stays silent, only drinking from the bottle. He makes grabby gestures so the twenty year old passes it to him. “I said I ditched him but, ya know, permanently.”

“I don’t really care, you do whatever you want, Ker.”

From the corner of his eyes, Johnny sees his friend’s wry smile.

“Yeah, I know… But —”

Johnny can tell something he won’t like is coming, and since he doesn’t want the night ruined by Kerry’s stupid ideas about romance and Johnny, he gets up.

“I got a gift.”

That shuts Kerry up alright, he looks surprised, then panicked.

“You said no gifts!” he bemoans, and Johnny gives him a shit eating grin. “You fucker, you did it on purpose!”

In truth, Johnny didn’t really plan it. He brought the thing and then worked hard on forgetting he’d done that. For a while he’d even thought about not giving it to Kerry but now it’s out and he has to go forward.

He drinks another shot of tequila, as if he needs courage and hates himself for feeling like this. In turn, it makes him angry at Kerry, who is the origin of all those feelings, so instead of handing him the box, he throws it at him. It hits Kerry in the chest before falling on his lap. The young man apparently doesn’t care, too enthralled by the garish orange and electric blue paper. He looks at it like he can’t believe the situation, then glances up at Johnny who is not looking at him, instead lighting up a cigarette to give himself countenance.

Kerry opens the package, discovers a simple box, but inside, there is a leather band with metal studs, something that will go perfectly with the rest of his rockerboy apparel.

It’s real leather, too, something Kerry instantly feels under his fingers as he takes it out of its box.

“Did you steal it?” he asks, because nowaday, that’s the kind of thing that costs and they don’t really swim in money, plus Johnny has the general tendency to steal things, as exhibited with the bourbon.

“‘course, wouldn’t spend an eddie on you,” Johnny drawls, finally looking his way. Kerry’s expression says he sees right through the lie and he can’t quite stop himself from smiling. He thumbs the band gently.

“Thanks.”

This is so awkward, Johnny can barely bear it. He suddenly wants to run, every alarm in his mind blaring up at him to just get out of this mess he’s created and what the fuck happened to him?!

“Help me put it on?” Kerry asks, handing him the bracelet. It closes with a buckle, so it’s not like Kerry couldn’t do it on his own, but this is symbolic and it doesn’t escape Johnny, who obeys like under a thrall.

Cigarette between his lips, he does it. He brushes his thumb over Kerry’s inner wrist, feels the goosebumps the cold touch of his chrome fingers raise on the brown skin, and then closes the leather band tight around his friend’s arm.

Through the uncomfort, something primal purrs inside his mind. Kerry is here tonight, not with his stupid ex-boyfriend. No, he’s here with Johnny, because he belongs here at his side, because the boy is Johnny’s already and the world should just know it.

Johnny turns to put his cigarette in the ashtray, still trying to parse through the mess of emotions he’s feeling when Kerry’s free hand catches his chin and holds him in place. Chapped lips crash against his, Kerry’s tongue swiping briefly against his parted mouth, and then finishing with a light bite before it’s over and the man leans back.

“Sorry,” he says, “I just —”

Johnny cuts him, gripping his jaw with both hands to give him back the kiss, delighting in the gasp Kerry lets out, that transforms into a moan when Johnny’s tongue brushes against his, when he turns their head to fit them better, to dive deeper until he’s claiming Kerry’s mouth entirely.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” Johnny pants against Kerry’s mouth a few seconds later, “It doesn’t mean anything,” he insists and the other man nods dumbly.

Johnny looks him in the eye another long second before he dives back in. It’s dirty, wet and messy, Johnny keeps biting him, keeps pushing in, his grip over Kerry’s neck is harsh, like he wants to make sure his friend can’t escape. As if he would want to, when he’s a moaning mess, getting hard in his pants just from that kiss. He wants to push back, straddle Johnny’s lap and grind against him but he’s not sure he could get away with that so he takes what he can, what Johnny gives, which is a kiss like few Kerry has ever received.

Panting, Johnny slows down, but it’s like he can’t stop himself from extending the kiss. He gives light bites, short licks that make Kerry’s mouth tingle, brushes their lips together like he’s testing the difference in texture between them.

Finally he stops, closes his eyes and bumps their forehead together. A short wild laugh bubbles out of him, and his grip turns painful against his friend’s nape.

“Merry christmas,” he breathes.

Kerry doesn’t move, breathing hard and fast, still reeling from what just happened. Their gazes meet, too close, too open, too wild. Johnny can see his best-friend’s is trying to push back the hope shining in his eyes and it makes him relax slightly. For all his annoying traits, for all Kerry can be pushy and stubborn, he’s also really perceptive, especially about Johnny.

This was just a moment, nothing more, even if Kerry continues to yearn, he won’t push.

Johnny leans back, forces his fingers to relax and takes the bottle of tequila back. He doesn’t drink, though, his lips are still tingling.

“You know what we should do, now?”

Kerry shakes his head, blinks, swallows everything back and god it looks painful but he’s doing it and Johnny is so, so grateful for it even if he won’t admit it.

“We should go out and crash a party or two, maybe start a fight, make the cops work on this holy day,” he finishes with a sharp smile.

Kerry gives him a wavery one, but accepts.

It takes a minute or ten for the weird energy of the kiss to dissipate, but soon Johnny is harassing Kerry to move his ass because, apparently, if they’re going out, the man needs to redo his make-up or whatever. In the end he takes him by the wrist, the one with the leather band, and drags him out, ignoring his protests.

It’s fine, everything is fine. Whatever happened, Johnny blames it on the night, on the occasion, on the nostalgia and the souvenirs Christmas brings to him.

Tomorrow, it will be gone.

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