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rougepancake · 10 months

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LOSERS (chapter 1)

Ft. Yoshikage Kira x Serial Killer!F!Reader

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WARNINGS: mentions of killing, soulmate au

SUMMARY: You hate your so called soulmate because the two of you are far from similar. Well- that’s what you originally thought.

The red string of fate is commonly known as a myth that is told to hopeless romantics and small children. It is a myth that not very many people believe, simply because they are too selfish, or because they’d rather live life without a soulmate.

Soulmates. That is what two lovers who are destined to be together are often referred to as. Each and every person has a soulmate, but most never find them.

It is fate that brings them together. Every single time it is fate. And many people don’t believe in that either.

Now- the red string is said to connect lovers by their fingers, with it tied to the woman’s pinky finger and the man’s thumb. Your red string is only visible to you and your soulmate, and grows shorter the closer you are to them. No, it does not tighten and no, it will not cause you any form of injury if you ignore it.

Simply put, the red string of fate is a suggestion. One that says ‘you’ve got a potential lover out there, wanna look?’

There is no sure way to tell if it actually works, but one is allowed to dream, no?

The world sure does work in mysterious ways. One moment you’re getting wasted at frat parties and the next you’re working at Kame Yu in Morioh. It seems like a cruel joke, in a way. Not that you can fight it, but you definitely would if you could.

Your job was a humble one, and you weren’t really anything but a simple office worker who dreamed big.

Everything about you was average, which was how you liked it. If people thought of you as their normal coworker, then they wouldn’t suspect that you were up to no good. You maintained healthy (but not too healthy) relationships with your fellow employees, and never showed up late to work. You run your day run based off of a strict schedule that you wouldn’t ever dream of diverting from, even if for a second. It’s perfect, and peaceful.

Simply ideal.

“Y/n.”

God damn that voice.

“Y/n. You’re spacing out again.” Your coworker, Yoshikage Kira, passed by, lightly tapping your shoulder with a file he was holding. The mere sound of his voice was enough to enrage you. That damn killjoy of a man. He’s simply insufferable, a result of his lack of social skills, you’ve concluded.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was like you.

“My apologies, Mister Kira.” You bit your tongue and shot him a glare as he turned his back to you. There was nothing in the world that you hated more than a rich man with a stick up his ass. He never socialized with anyone, and when he did happen to go out with his coworkers, you could never tell if he was having fun or not. He never smiles, never laughs, hell he never even acknowledges when the interns hit on him.

It was as if he was trying to erase his existence, like trying to become a nobody before totally vanishing. But he was probably just trying to live out his life in peace, which you couldn’t hate him for. He was a mystery that you’d like to remain unsolved.

Mystery…

“Y/n another man went missing this weekend!” Your office-mate rushed in, her eyes wide as she pushed aside the door and ran over to you like a bat out of hell. “I can’t believe that it happened so soon!”

Her voice rang in your ears. Another? So soon? How interesting. You cleared your throat and put on your best look of concern, your tone matching hers.

“Oh my! Do you know if it has any sort of relevance to the other disappearances that have been happening around here?” You cocked your head to the side, your eyes wide in a display that you knew made you look repulsive. You hated it, but you figured you’d play along… for now, that is.

“That’s the thing.” She walked over and leaned against your desk. “The police still don’t know if any of them are remotely connected. But it seems to happen in some form of pattern.”

“A pattern?” You chuckle at the idea. “Now now, I think you’ve been reading too many true crime novels.” You tease her, and she huffs in response.

“Maybe. But don’t you think it’s odd? It’s just like those women who keep disappearing without a trace.” She sighed and you swear you heard something fall in the next room over. “Oh well. It’s time for my lunch break.” She waved and left the office, leaving you to your thoughts.

Great. If your officemate was able to notice the pattern, then you’d have to come up with something new. It didn’t matter how you did it, so long as you were able to continue your quaint lifestyle.

You felt a gentle tug from your pinky finger, and frowned when you saw the red string dangling off of it as your soulmate worked in his office. You had totally forgotten that your soulmate was working in the same building as you. Which wasn’t a bad thing, since you couldn’t stand him and all.

You remembered when you first found one another. It was right after you moved back to Morioh, and you had just been employed at Kame Yu. You had been delivering files to your coworkers when you ran into him.

Tall, blonde, and a total prick.

His eyes were glued to your hands, which you played off as ‘oh wow my soulmate works with me’, but he ignored it and continued on with his day like nothing happened.

Yoshikage Kira.

“Gross.” You scoffed and got up from your seat. You weren’t one for romance, but it always annoyed you that your literal soulmate had brushed you off so easily. In a way, it made you curious. Why didn’t he like you? Was he just as opposed to romance as you were? Or- and this was the big question- did he happen to have a similar hobby as you?

“Mister Kira.” You knocked on his office door, fighting the urge to cringe at the way his name rolled off your tongue.

He jumped, looking over his shoulder at you with wide eyes. He looked genuinely surprised, which was out of character for him. You saw him hide something in the pocket of his suit jacket before he fully turned around to meet your gaze.

“What do you want?” The question was laced with malice. It made you truly question what he was doing before you walked in. You thought about using your ability to get a better look at it, but you knew it was unwise. What if he was like you? Then you’d have to go through the trouble of getting your soulmate to keep your secret.

“I was wondering if you could help me out with the file you gave me yesterday, but it appears that you are quite busy.” Your tone showed off your suspicion like it was a trophy, and you could tell it made him nervous. “I apologize for the intrusion.” You bowed and left.

What was it with him? Was he plotting something??? Surely not. You were overthinking it. He was probably just a regular office worker who had gotten caught doing something other than work. It sounded reasonable, since he was doing his best to seem like a nobody.

You’ve got a lot of questions about why fate has set you up with someone as uninteresting as him, but there’s a few that stand out amongst the rest.

What was he hiding? And why was he going through such troubles to keep it hidden?

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steele-soulmate · 28 days

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 592, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1104

“Papa Pete! Mama Wen Wen!”

I chuckled as I dropped to my knees to gift little girl with a late birthday hug.

The little missy’s fifth birthday party was at the local Chuck E Cheeses, and her own, personal table was a happy mess of nineteen little boys and girls from her kindergarten class.

Elizabeth and Elle, Katie and Jing, Baby Tommy, Baby Eve and Baby Noah came in behind Peter and I, my beefcake of a husband wearing the Ratajczyk triplets bundled in on my burly chest.

“Liddle girl!” crowed Baby Tommy, leading the charge to hug his older sister, the four babies colliding into each other and ending up on the ground in a cackling mess.

Peter was laughing as the girls came up to hug the birthday girl next, the both of them sandwiching the tiny five year old between the both of them and their American Girl dollies.

I was well aware of the other moms and some dads whispering amongst themselves, and I knew that they were only lusting after my handsome husband as he was showing little girl’s classmates the tiny little triplets in his arms, his deep, rumbly voice soft and gentle as he interacted with them.

“Your husband is good with kids!”

“He has a bunch of nieces and great nieces, so he already had good practice by the time I met him!” I told the mom with a chuckle.

“I would imagine so- how many kids do you have, anyway?”

“Well…” I huffed out another giggle. “Elizabeth is Peter’s daughter from a previous relationship. Katie is a friend of Elizabeth’s from school, and Peter and I adopted her a few years back. Elle and Jing are the girls’ American Girl mini me dollies. Vanessa Rose, or little girl, as we all call her, is my daughter, who I carried as a surrogate for her daddies, and Peter is her godfather and favorite person in the whole wide world. Baby Tommy is our son, Baby Eve is our adopted daughter and Baby Noah is our nephew. The triplets- Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo- are the last of the Ratajczyk kids.”

“Oh? Has that been determined for certain?”

“Peter had a vasectomy last year, so yes,” I frowned at her. “It has been written, and so the fates have been decided. And so it had been written.”

“Oh.”

Little girl was now introducing her younger siblings to her peermeates, with Baby Tommy very clearly becoming overwhelmed. He tucked his head into his arms, folding himself into his older sister’s back, creating an absolutely adorable sight, which I snapped with my cell phone to post onto my social media at a later date.

“Hihi James! Hihi Aaron!” I greeted my daughter’s daddies with affectionate hugs.

“Hihi, Mary Claire!” James greeted me, sporting a Triceratops like appearance with three hot pink party hats strapped to his head. “How are things?”

“Doing good!” I answered him, watching as my husband commanded the attention of the kiddos and their parents with an easy smile on his handsomely bearded face. “I regained all of my hearing back, by the way!”

“Yay yay!” cheered James, chuckling as the last round of little girl’s little school friends came up to the table, a surly little man, who threw a wrapped present onto the table, hanging back as his mother tried to gently force him to interact with the others. “Oh, Chrisopher is here- can you ask Peter to keep an eye on him? He’s a wild kid- he’s already been in trouble for pushing four different kids on the school playground. I only invited him because I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“James, it’s not a crime to lay down a boundary,” I sighed, keeping an eye on the pouting little man. “You are allowed to say to the parents, I don’t feel comfortable about hosting Cristopher at little girl’s birthday party. And if his parent doesn’t respect your boundary, you just walk away.”

“Noted,” he grinned at me, stooping to place his chin on my shoulder. “I wish I had your backbone.”

“I only developed my backbone after meeting Peter,” I shrugged, watching as Christopher pushed himself out of his mom’s arms and sulked to sit at an empty seat, staring down at his neatly folded hands. “I kind of had to, especially after all the traumatizing shit that the both of us had been through!”

The both of us shared a chuckle, turning back to Aaron as he tucked his cell phone away in his back pocket.

“Sorry, my work never ends,” he chuckled, joining us and turning to look out at the kids.

Just then, a person in a fluffy gray costume came out through a door.

“CHUCK E CHEESES!” screeched someone, causing for the kids to race over and knock the giant mouse down onto the ground in their joy at seeing the costumed mascot.

Christoper went over and kicked at the back paw of the fallen mouse, being rewarded by his mother’s sharp voice calling out his name.

“He sure does seems to be a handful,” I hummed in a soft voice as little girl leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the mouse’s nose. “Good job being gentle, little girl!”

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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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Yoshikage Kira + Soulmate AU

Part of my 5 500 follower special one-shots featuring 5 different characters of 5 different parts in 5 different AUs. Each one-shot comes to exactly 500 words.

(Soulmate AU where both soulmates feel a shock when they first touch, leaving behind a lightning bolt-like mark on both of their bodies where they touched)

Kira never had any interest in finding his soulmate. His only goal in life was to live out his days peacefully. His secret desires were more than enough to keep him satiated romantically, so to him a soulmate just seemed. . . pointless.

These were the thoughts that he pondered as he sat down at his favorite cafe. The coffee they served always woke him up before work, and the quaint outside seating area allowed him to bask in the pleasant rays of the sun.

“Good morning,” you greeted, a soft smile on your face as you approached his table. He’d never seen you before. You must be a new hire. “What can I get started for you this morning, sir?” You pulled a notepad and pen from your apron, ready to jot down his order.

As you twiddled the pen between your fingers, Kira couldn’t help but glance at your hands. They were quite pretty, he noted. He cleared his throat.

“I’ll have my usual,” he replied, returning your smile. “Medium roast coffee with a splash of milk and a teaspoon of sugar. Hot.”

You nodded, writing down his order. “Coming right up.”

It didn’t take long before you returned with his coffee, a look of concentration on your face as you balanced the black tray in your palm. The last thing you wanted to do was spill coffee and shatter a mug on your first day, especially in front of the rather handsome blond man you were currently serving.

“Here is your—” your words caught in your throat as the tray tilted past the point of saving. You let out a gasp, watching in horror as the coffee began to slide towards the sitting gentleman.

Before you could tell Kira to move, he was already out of his seat, a hand reaching out to steady the tray before it could leave your palm. His hand came to rest under yours, and a stinging shock reverberated through your body.

It took all of your power not to wrench your hand away, instead quickly sliding the tray onto Kira’s table as his hand left yours.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you blabbered, clutching the hand that touched his in panic. That shock. . . did that mean. . . ?

“Let me see,” Kira spoke, disregarding your apology. He held out a hand. He knew you felt the shock just as he had given your reaction, but he needed to make sure of something before coming to a conclusion.

Hesitantly, you held out your hand which now bore a pale branching scar resembling that of a lightning strike. He grasped it, and you spotted the same scar now adorning his skin.

“My name is Yoshikage Kira,” he spoke, eyes meeting yours. He supposed introducing himself to his soulmate was the least he could do.

“I’m (Y/N),” you replied, breathless.

This was it. This was him. You couldn’t believe it. Here he was, standing in front of you with a dashing smile on his face. Your soulmate.

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moon-lv3r · 10 months

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soulmates ~ bruabba pt 1

🦋 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

young bruno sets out on a quest to find his soulmate when his father died, only to learn that his soulmate, leone abbacchio was dead

part 1 - bruno’s pov

part 2 - leone’s pov

🦋 warnings: mentions of drug abuse and overd0sing

🦋 notes: angst moment let’s go !!! this was written all at 2am and i have school the next morning but hey who cares /j… not exactly my best work but oh well i haven’t written much in the last few months bc school has really been eating up my time and i also ended a relationship with someone who was a long time friend of mine. we got together and broke up bc i felt like she wasn’t putting much effort as i was and i wanted to fix it while she didn’t want to disappoint me so we broke up and the friendship just can’t be the same anymore so we ended that as well. life has been shit so here’s a shit story !

this is part 1 of bruabba soulmate au !

Soulmate. What a wonderful thing. Ever since Bruno was a young child, he had a small red string on his pinky. He never knew how he got it, but he knew what it meant. His soulmate was of a similar age. It often led the young boy to wonder about what his soulmate could be doing. He wondered if his soulmate was thinking about him. He wondered if his soulmate was just as excited about the entire thing as he was.

Nobody could see his string but Bruno himself. It was like a ghost, an invisible string except it wasn’t exactly invisible. He liked it, the idea that this ghost thread tied him to someone that he would spend the rest of his life with.

He looked at his parents and often admired the love they shared in their eyes. He wondered if his soulmate would shower him with the same endearing sight. He wondered what kind of love he would experience. His mind was filled with wonders of a life spent with someone who was still faceless to the little one. Yet, it never dwindled his excitement.

Love was so enchanting.

He loved seeing his parents smile everyday. His mother always had the same spark in her smiles whenever his father gave her one of his surprises. His father always wore the same shine in his eyes whenever his father smiled.

Bruno wanted the love that they had.

Until he witnessed the death of his mother and the damage on his father. His father’s one and only had ceased to exist. Now what? He had no soulmate, what does one do when their only love disappears?

The mess that became of his father was heart wrenching for little Bruno to witness. Why did the world give his father a soulmate only to take her away when they were at their happiest? Was it fair? His family did not deserve for their happiness to be ripped away from them like this. It was a freak accident, a drunk driver had swerved from a tree only to hit Bruno’s mother who was exiting a store after buying groceries.

He watched as his father lost the shine in his eyes and later, the spark in his life. His father was now just a shell of his former self. The smile he once had was buried alongside Bruno’s mother. He hadn’t just lost his mother, his father’s soul was gone too.

How was soulmate such a beautiful yet morbid thing?

Bruno grew up, watching his father suffer from the loneliness that had struck him. Therapy helped but it was never enough. Over the years, he slowly recovered but the heartbreak will never truly leave him. Shards of it remained in the form of tears in the middle of the night when he thought that Bruno was asleep. Though there were things that his father had hid from Bruno, things that Bruno would never find out for years.

It had hurt the young child that he could do nothing but watch as his father suffered. It made Bruno hate the idea of soulmates. How could the world give you the one but snatch that same person away?

It made him never want to find the one made for him. How could he? He didn’t want to find someone that made him feel like he was in heaven only to have them gone the next second. Why was life such a cruel game? Can’t it just let them enjoy soulmates in peace? Why must they go so abruptly?

He grew up, detesting the red string on his finger. He never looked at his finger unless he had to. Kids at school loved the idea of a soulmate, all but him. Some were upset that they did not have a soulmate but in Bruno’s eyes, they were blessed with a life free from suffering. Bruno would be lying if he said he never once thought of how his soulmate would feel if they knew what Bruno thought of their fate. Just how important romance was to people? Bruno felt as though he would be perfectly fine with spending the rest of his life alone. Who needed a soulmate when he had himself?

As the years went, Bruno’s ideals stayed firm. He watched as people mourned the death of the love they yearned for as their soulmate turned out to be different from their expectations. Some were the complete opposite. Now they have to learn to get along because they were supposed to spend the rest of their lives together. Bruno grew up, watching as the people did their best to change for their soulmates, to grow the love they have, and to enjoy each other’s presence.

He grew up, watching as people did whatever that was possible so long as they could be loved. He watched as slowly but surely, soulmates who hated each other slowly began to fall in love. Perhaps the line between hatred and love got blurred and they stepped over it, falling for each other’s imperfections. Was that what love was supposed to be? Accepting each other no matter what came in between them?

The young Bruno who detested the idea of soulmates slowly grew into a young, fine man. His ideals still remained in a part of his brain which he had slowly forgotten. He had watched as other people lived their happy life with their other half. Maybe love wasn’t so bad? But he had also witnessed his father’s miserable years after the death of his mother. It had him torn in between his opinions.

His father had grown sickly over the years. Love sick perhaps, but he was getting weaker and weaker as the seconds ticked by. Bruno could only watch as the man who did his best to give him a stable childhood rot away in a hospital bed. It had caused an ache in his heart. Bruno did all he could to pay for the medical bills, which was causing such a weight on the young man’s shoulders that his father just couldn’t bear to witness. The love of his life might be gone, but he still had love to give to his son.

“Bruno,” he began. It was a warm sunday afternoon when Bruno once again visited his dear father. “It’s fine. I can’t see you like this.”

The effect it had on Bruno was evident on his face. His eye bags were heavy, he was skinnier than before. But he didn’t look as bad as his father, who was gaunt and could barely find the energy to speak sometimes.

“It’s alright,” Bruno reassured his father. “You raised me. This is the least I could do.”

His father gently shook his head, “You have many more years than I do. I don’t want you to waste your time on a pathetic old man like me. I’ll have to see your mum soon, and how do you think she would react to you overworking yourself?” He laughed, though the atmosphere was anything but humorous.

Bruno's fists clenched as his father spoke. The man he cared about speaking of himself in that way hurt Bruno. He knew his father wanted the best for him but Bruno wanted the best for his father as well.

“Please, don’t speak of yourself that way,” Bruno replied. “You’ll live. You’ll see me live the life you want me to.”

The old man smiled a weak smile as he looked at his son square in the face, “You both know that I won’t. Promise me that you’ll go look for your soulmate and experience the love you’ve always dreamed of, alright?” The fragile man choked on his words, his voice cracking half way through as tears collected in his eyes. His son stared, unable to speak. His son’s face remained stoic but his fists spoke of another story.

Bruno could only nod. It was his father’s final request, how could he deny it?

As the next morning arose to reveal a beautiful sunset, a view ever so breathtaking that one would kill for, Bruno’s father had passed away. It wasn’t out of the blue. The man had been ill for a while and Bruno had always known deep down that medication wasn’t doing all that much to delay it.

It didn’t make it any easier for the young man, who was only 20. Death had never been easy for the young man. Not when he was a child, and not when he was an adult.

The funeral was small, quiet. Very few people came and went. His father was a fisherman. His family lived a quiet life. Only people of the village came to offer their condolences. No amount of condolences could bring back his father however, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

The days passed by, the words of his father’s final request lingered in his mind. Should he really look for his soulmate? What kind of love does he want? What kind of love had Bruno been yearning for? All he knew was his detest for the romantic side of life. But he wanted to honour his father.

He stared at the red string on his pinky, the one he had ignored for years. He watched as the string led out of the door, towards someone he had never known. He wondered why hadn’t his soulmate looked for him, were they busy? Or did they share the same idea about love that he did? Would it really be worth a shot to try?

He looked out the window, and towards where the string led to. His curiosity kept lingering in his mind. Maybe he really should just look for his soulmate. Perhaps they could get through this together, help Bruno figure out his views on love. After all, what harm could it really cause? He wasn’t the biggest fan of love, but having someone who could understand you couldn’t hurt all that bad right? He didn’t have to be in a relationship with his soulmate right away, they could just get to know each other and decide if their pacing was alright with each other.

Bruno took a few days to really begin his search. A part of him kept changing his mind, but eventually, he got around to it. It had been two months since the death of his father. It was time to really fulfill the final request of his loved ones. His father did not want to see him die a lonely, miserable man like he was. Bruno did not want to disappoint his father either, so here he was, setting out and looking for a soulmate, in hopes that he would get a companion and maybe for the first time in many years, feel the love others with soulmates often received.

He walked, followed the trail of the red string. It led him to the city of Naples. So his soulmate had always been a city person. He wondered how would the son of a fisherman and someone who lived in the city get along with each other. It seemed like an interesting match up. They were two different people from two different worlds.

He continued walking until he arrived at the poorer side of the city. Perhaps his soulmate wasn’t as luxurious as he had thought when he first entered the city. As he arrived in the neighbourhood, a young blonde teenage boy stepped out of his home and came face to face with Bruno. The boy took one look at Bruno and knew he didn’t belong in the area.

“Looking for places to sell more of your drugs?” The young boy began, “This place is already ruined enough.”

Bruno shook his head, “I’m just looking for someone,” he responded. He appeared slightly annoyed at the boy who had just lashed out at him for no reason. He just assumed that Bruno was a drug dealer for no apparent reason.

The young boy frowned. “ Soulmate I’m guessing? Where does your string lead to? My apologies for lashing out.”

“It’s alright,” Bruno replied. “Uh… my strings lead towards…” Bruno paused as he glanced over at his pinky, leading towards the left and into an apartment just two houses away. Bruno pointed the house to the young teenage boy who then turned to Bruno in shock.

“Your soulmate is Leone Abbacchio?” He said, “I haven’t seen him in days!”

The two made their way towards the house, where a putrid smell escaped from the cracks of the door. “The Abbacchios are pretty messy,” said the boy. “It’s normal for their house to smell but this smell is extra horrid.”

Bruno covered his nose, but even that didn’t stop the smell from entering his nose. He wondered what kind of life his soulmate had lived to end up like this. He wondered if the two of them could even live the life he had envisioned. It suddenly all looked like a far fetched dream. The smell kept hitting his nostrils every second. He felt as though he could throw up any moment. He knocked on the door gently.

No response.

The boy frowned as he mentioned that Leone usually answered the door. His parents had died a month ago and left him alone. The young boy had younger siblings in the foster care system while he lived with his drug addict parents. His younger siblings weren’t even teenagers, while Leone himself was an adult. They were only sent to foster care two months prior when someone had lodged a complaint against the family.

Bruno knocked once again but no response. Perhaps Leone was sleeping? The boy decided to try the doorknob, which was open. Bruno didn’t want to creep in as he was a mere stranger to the man who was supposed to be his soulmate. The boy stepped in first, into the dark house. He fumbled around the walls for the light switch, and the moment it was turned on, a horror scene welcomed their unexpecting souls.

There Leone Abbacchio lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth with maggots crawling about his dead body. He had been dead for days. Bruno watched as the red string from his pinky trailed towards the dead man and ended right at the dead man’s own pinky.

Why was life so cruel to him?

#jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #bruno x abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #soulmate au #soulmates #what was i thinking #god what is this #bruabba #enjoy this mess #i love them #i’m suffering so everything i write has to contain suffering

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splatoonmaster69 · 9 months

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5 and 6 for an OC of your choice <3

i think the obvious guy to do this for is couch as he is my oldest oc!

originally. he was a joke oc for my hero academia. there were 2 other joke ocs, im pretty sure one of them became tod todd but i dont remember the 3rd one :( originally he was nonbinary actually but when describing him to people i was scared so he is a guy now. um but yeah his concept was what if there was a guy named couch and they were miserable. i actually have a drawing of him from back then but it was like a year after he was created so not quite how he originally was

i couldnt draw long hair at the time so his hair is way shorter lmao

but yeah the biggest change is hes gotten older! originalky he was a highschooler in my head, nd then he was like college age, and now hes like late 20s. so he is forever like 5-10 years older than me lmao. other than that the nature of his power has changed i think? originally it was just. misery cloud. and then it was misery cloud defense mechanism and he has terrible anxiety. and now i lean towards misery cloud bcuz its his emotions cloud and due to uim being sad when he first got his power and the fact it affects him also he has been stuck for the last. 20 years.

also his hair has gotten longer. every time i make a new design for him it grows. rapunzel ass.

i honestly assume the biggest catalyst for these changes is just. i got older and the things that interest me have changed. + its funny to think of tod thinking he has danger sense because every time he tries to do something stupid he gets really scared for a second and stops(because couchs fear for his life is just thar strong) lmao.

tho the other reason for changes is probably. im not a my hero fan anymore. so hes currently being tweaked for a different universe me n my friend are making up.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THANK YOU

#god i love talking about couch hes so silly and theres so much to talk about #like this was before i knew you but theres literally a codd soulmate au fic! it was written in middle school and abandoned but still #jojos bizzare adventure is real in it! because i was in middle school!#his moms quirk is using colors/images to effect ppls emotions!#before jjba was canon to the fic an entire family of characters named after jjba guys was made!#tods soulmate word is furniture!#it really has everything i might rewrite it sometime

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luna-lovegreat · 28 days

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Soulmates

Their child:

Art comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse au

#heh. I love them #lu time #lu malon #lu twilight #linked universe #linkeduniverse #not the best post. idc I like their faces #ALSO yes I know twilight isn't their child it's not meant as literal <- said since I take things literally and want to always be clear #:)

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linderosse · 5 months

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Hi! I love your art and your Wisdom AU. I have a question about it. Are you still keeping Legend and Fable siblings after Jojo said they weren’t related in the Q and A, or are you sticking with Linked Universe canon?

Thank you!!! Glad you like it!

Hm, I haven’t seen this Q&A! Can I get a link to it? :)

The reason some Zelda fans believe ALttP Link and Zelda are related is this:

Those are the dying words of Link’s uncle. Some English fans (Edit: choose to)(Edit: nowadays) believe the end of this sentence was supposed to be “sister,” since nothing else really fits (I’ve heard “soulmate” (Edit: or “destiny”) as an option, but it seems strange for Link’s uncle to be telling him who he’s supposed to end up with). Thus the headcanon of ALttP Link and Zelda being siblings.

The Japanese text is even more ambiguous, since it reads something along the lines of “You are the princess’s…” This means the line was probably meant to say something like “You are the princess’ only hope.” Unfortunately, this version doesn’t seem to work as well with the English translation, while the “sister” line still works with the Japanese text. The intention is different from the way some fans choose to interpret it. :)

To complicate matters further, the remake (2003) removed the line from that scene, although the line is still present elsewhere in the game— Blind the Bandit disguises himself as Link’s dying uncle and repeats the same lines, and he says the original phrase (Edit: ending with, “You are the princess’…”). The devs are definitely aware of the original line. (Edit: And they’ve fixed the translation, lol.)

So there’s the background info!

Now, on to the main part: regarding following LU canon. The truth is: I am already changing a few things from Linked Universe, the most important of which are these:

Legend and Fable are siblings

Tetra and Wind are not Phantom and Spirit

Shadow and the Four Swords manga are canon

Time and Wind (and other relevant characters) remember Hyrule Warriors

Why am I making these changes for my AU?

Discussed above!

I’m much more of a Spirit Tracks fan than Jojo seems to be :). And when considering the Zeldas, Phantom is markedly different from Tetra in both personality and skills. I’m sticking to LoZ canon over LU canon here. Phantom deserves to be her own character!

I’ve been a fan of the FSA manga for a decade and a half now, so it has long affected the way I see the Zelda series. I also love Shadow and Four’s history— it adds a unique twist to the classic Zelda formula. Shadow is therefore canon in Wielders of Wisdom and the parallel LU story, The Secrets We Keep. Expect Shadow’s backstory to play a role somewhere in the combined Wisdomverse :)

I’m new to the Hyrule Warriors fandom, but I love the connection it gives Warriors with Time and Wind— and other characters :). This is also going to be addressed in The Secrets We Keep. Check that out for more info!

Many of you who write/read fanfics for LU have seen these ideas before. Interpreting canon in different ways has always been an integral part of the Zelda fandom, because canon is itself can be contradictory. That’s one of the things that makes this fandom so fun <3.

And the most important thing is that these changes fit the story I want to tell better.

I’m going to do my best to stick to LU whenever possible, but I want to tell a fun, engaging story, and sometimes that will mean taking a different path: sometimes following LoZ canon more closely, sometimes interpreting things my own way :).

So, to answer your question: I will probably be keeping Legend and Fable as siblings. It’s a popular headcanon among fans. I believe the story I’m telling for Fable works better with other romantic interests for Legend. And I want to stress that he and Fable are just as fiercely loyal to each other.

That said, I definitely don’t mind if you believe differently! I don’t really emphasize romance anyways, and I’m not here to police the fandom. Please feel free to read the references to Legend calling Fable “sister” as friendship, or just ignore it, or whatever you wish! I don’t mind who you ship with who.

Only preference is: please don’t ship the Wielders with each other, since they’re canonically related by blood and spirit :). Other than that, anything goes as far as I’m concerned.

Anyways. This got really long, didn’t it?

I wanted to answer the question as thoroughly as I could. Please feel free to ask more questions, or stop by my quiet little art streams and ask me live if you want an immediate answer! I will always do my best to respond :)

You can find all previous responses under the tag: #lin responds !

#lin responds #wielders of wisdom #linked universe #the secrets we keep #lu wielders of wisdom #lu the secrets we keep #lu fable #lu legend #lu tetra #lu wind #lu spirit #lu phantom #lu wow

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falloutjuli · 7 months

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I cannot believe yet that its real but here we are! I reached 100 Followers (by now we are even over that) and I wanna celebrate it with a little event! 🥳

And since I have written for 3 Fandoms on this blog so far, all three are included for the Event! Bungo Stray Dogs, Arcane and JoJos Bizarre Adventure!

Still can’t believe I actually get do to one of these so a big thank you to everyone who decided to follow this little idiot. Anyways, you can of course request even if you don’t follow me, its just a silly little event to celebrate a tiny milestone, so no need to be shy and come in on Anon or off Anon, I Don’t care 😎

Now as to what the Event actually is…

Below you will find 7 Prompts and 3 free spaces for requests. Pick one that you wanna see and send it in with the character you want it with and I will write a oneshot for you. Its as simple as that. ☺️

All Prompts can be NSFW, if so requested but be aware I wont do NSFW for underaged Characters and that you need to specify if you want the reader to be AFAB or AMAB. If no gender specification is given for a non NSFW prompt, I’ll default it to gender neutral with they/them pronouns.

You can always take a prompt and add some details, or leave it up to me. For the 3 free spaces, you can come up with a prompt on your own if you have something specific. 🫶🏻

Once all Slots are filled, I’ll work on them and post them as soon as they are done!

If you wanna know which characters I write for and what my request rules are (tho some dont apply this time around), just click on the funny colored words or look at my pinned post on my blog.

So here are the prompts!

Angsty soulmate AU (Taken with Abbachio!) ⏪️

Streamer/YouTuber AU (Taken with Jinx!) ⚡️

High School AU (Taken by 🧀 my beloved) (ill keep you surprised which one i choose!😳)

Enemies to Lovers (Taken with Jinx!) ⚡

Fake dating (Taken with Vi!) 👊🏻

Best friends to Lovers (Taken with Ranpo!) 🍬

Oh no! Theres only one (1‼️) bed! 😳 (Taken with Jotaro!) ⭐️

Free Space (Taken by Jinx with a NSFW anniversary) ⚡️

Ill update this list whenever a request was send in so y’all know whats taken yet. Happy requesting and thanks again for all the love and support on here! ♥️🫶🏻

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spicyicetea · 11 months

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[I’ve decided to make this more of an introduction to me and my work]

Good morning or Good evening depending on your time zone

My name is Lilliana but you may call me any variation of that name or my username, Tea is my most common nickname. Here I share my writing and sometimes will also share my artwork. My requests are always open but I may take time to get to them.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Currently I am open to writing for:

Legend of Zelda

Pokemon

Phoenix Wright

Persona 5

Danganronpa

Jujutsu kaisen

Jojo’s bizarre adventure

Weewoo new fandom alert (depending on the reception depends on whether I accept these requests permanently)

Obey me! (Both the original and Nightbringer, I’m currently replaying both at the same time so I decided to do requests now)

But you are welcome to request stuff not on the list, as I’m open to exploring fandoms I’m not used to writing for.

I'm open to writing most things like,

Fluff, Angst, Smut, Yandere stuff

There are only a few things I won't write like, R@pe, extreme age gaps.

I will write consensual non-con and things of a similar nature, but never straight up non-con.

My Masterlist

Legend of Zelda

Milf Y/N pt 1, pt 2 (coming soon)

My Forest Spirit[all next parts are linked on the previous part]

Yandere various playing with Y/N’s hair

Y/N that can control Malice

I can’t let you leave [Skyward sword link x spirit reader]

My dearest soulmate [ganon x Y/N]

Fi reader scenario

Link X cuddly reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

Something feels off [I am re-writing currently]

Persona 5

To change a thief’s heart

Pokemon

Various yandere headcannons

Eldritch Submas au [all posts in order]

Depot Agent Y/N ART

Oh Arceus [start of the story]

Elesa intro

Phoenix Wright/Ace attorney

Nothing so far, but feel free to request

Danganronpa

Nothing so far, but feel free to request

Obey me

Yandere obey me x MC from another world

JJBA

Nothing so far, but feel free to request

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randoimago · 9 months

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Yes, I know there's a bit until October, but I thought I might as well let you guys see what tropes/AU's I'm writing. I also made the graphic and divider. Graphic design is not my passion so sorry if the header and divider look like trash 😅

Day 1 - Arranged Marriage - (Gunter from Fire Emblem)

Day 2 - Time Loop - (Hubert from Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Day 3 - Royalty AU - (Ansem the Wise from Kingdom Hearts)

Day 4 - Drunken Confessions - (Present Mic from MHA)

Day 5 - Sick Fic - (Franky from Spy x Family)

Day 6 - Fantasy AU - (Mori from OHSHC)

Day 7 - Huddling for Warmth - (Saejima from Yakuza)

Day 8 - Trapped Together - (Olivia from Fire Emblem)

Day 9 - Fake Dating - (Link from LoZ: BotW)

Day 10 - Body Swap - (Pucci from JoJo's)

Day 11 - Soulmates - (9S from Nier)

Day 12 - Only One Bed - (Reeve from Final Fantasy)

Day 13 - Exes to Lovers - (Toji from Jujutsu Kaisen)

Day 14 - Reincarnation - (Godot from Ace Attorney)

Day 15 - Hanahaki - (Ryuki from AI: The Somnium Files)

Day 16 - College AU - (Vexen from Kingdom Hearts)

Day 17 - Carnival AU - (Ienzo from Kingdom Hearts)

Day 18 - Secretly Dating - (Naoki from Persona 4)

Day 19 - Artist AU - (Hassel from Pokemon)

Day 20 - Childhood Friends to Lovers - (Mishima from Persona 5)

Day 21 - Roommate AU - (Mollymauk from Critical Role)

Day 22 - First time grocery shopping together - (Iwai from Persona 5)

Day 23 - Opposites Attract - (Herlock Sholmes from Ace Attorney)

Day 24 - Coffee Shop AU - (Maruki from P5)

Day 25 - Stuck in the Rain - (Dorian Storm from Critical Role)

Day 26 - Crime AU - (Moma from AI: The Somnium Files)

Day 27 - Enemies to Lovers - (Kendo from My Hero Academia)

Day 28 - Superhero AU - (Susato from Ace Attorney)

Day 29 - Secret Admirer - (Makoto from Persona 5)

Day 30 - Mutual Pining - (Artagan from Critical Role)

Day 31 - Monster AU - (Gumshoe from Ace Attorney)

#randoimago 31 days of october

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breannasfluff · 2 months

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😎🔍💌

for the ask game

What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original? Probably somewhere in the middle? I don't need it to be Jojo's comic, I want to see something unique from the writer. If it's wildly different I need to be sold on the premise, like St0rmy's Townhouse AU or Symposium by StarlightQueen17; a soulmate au.

Does anyone beta read or edit your fics? Google docs :/

Is there a favorite trope you like to write? Uhhhhh *looks at ravioli* *looks at the sandman* Tsundere relationships

#fanfic writer ask #asks

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azxremoon · 11 months

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

what i do and don’t write for requests may contradict the type of content i write for myself.

please come to me if you have questions, concerns, or don’t understand something. i’m always happy to resolve any issues.

though i have a wp acc, i’ll be posting my writing on my fledgling ao3 under the same handle.

requests are done for fun, not obligation! they are not the primary focus in my life or my blog.

please check my pinned post for my writing status before requesting.

thirsts and suggestions are always accepted! i’d love to hear your ideas and thoughts, if you’re willing to share <3

i have no set schedule or consistency, and fics are published when they are completed.

if you don’t see a character you like on my list, feel free to ask about them!

regarding fire emblem, please specify whether the reader is the protagonist (byleth / corrin / robin) if it isn’t clear.

requesting while they’re closed or they break a rule will result in the ask itself being deleted.

PLEASE REBLOG YOUR REQUEST ONCE IT’S COMPLETED !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒

code geass : lelouch vi britannia, suzaku kururugi, euphemia li britannia, jeremiah gottwald, cc.

final fantasy : cloud strife, tifa lockhart, reno, rude, tseng, sephiroth, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley, zack fair, noctis lucis caelum, prompto argentum, gladiolus amicitia, ignis scientia, lunafreya nox fleuret, ardyn izunia, nyx ulric.

fire emblem : corrin, chrom, robin, grima, lucina, henry, tharja, ryoma, takumi, xander, leo, camilla, azura, jakob, byleth, sothis, rhea, seteth, blue lions, golden deer, black eagles.

jojo’s bizarre adventure : jonathan joestar, dio / dio brando, joseph joestar, giorno giovanna, bruno bucciarati, leone abbacchio, guido mista, jolyne kujo, foo fighters, narciso anasui.

jujutsu kaisen : satoru gojo, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, yuta okkotsu, aoi todo.

legend of zelda : tp + botw/totk link, totk ganon, botw + totk zelda, rauru, sonia, sidon, revali, mipha.

nier : 2b, 9s, a2, brother nier, kaine.

persona 5 : akira kurusu, goro akechi, ann takamaki, ryuji sakamoto, yusuke kitagawa, “kasumi” yoshizawa, takuto maruki, sae niijima.

yu-gi-oh! : yugi muto, seto kaiba, joey wheeler, jaden yuki, jesse anderson, yubel, chazz princeton, aster phoenix.

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

headcanons and short drabbles only.

spoilers are a-ok!!

character x reader only.

platonic, familial, and romantic relationships are accepted, but must be specified.

alternate universes—modern, childhood, college / university, soulmate, fantasy, yandere, ask for more prior to requesting.

aus of characters inspired by specific vocaloid songs, such as cendrillon and cantarella. bonus points if it is from the evillious chronicles.

polyamorous relationships, unrequited love, various tropes.

fluff, angst, comfort fluff, hurt / comfort, hurt / no comfort.

dark content—such as major character death, yandere, etc.

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

oneshots (for reqs only)

readers with specific race, culture, disabilities, illnesses, or gender identity to avoid misrepresentation.

explicit n///sfw, non-con, fetishes, k///inks.

miscarriages or dark / triggering matters relating to pregnancy.

anything relating to harming oneself in any form.

drug-use.

original characters x canon.

canon x canon.

cheating (on reader, or by reader)

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

the reader is always gender neutral or female with ambiguous anatomy, unless stated otherwise.

reader will use she / her or they / them, but also may be written in the second person.

appearance, race, and culture are always excluded to include everyone.

the reader can be personalized by the requester, from vague personality descriptors to accessories.

the reader can be inspired by characters of other media, but i must know and be familiar of them.

accepted personalization examples are, but not limited to: a shy!reader, stand user!reader, phantom thief!reader, introverted!reader, idol!reader, reader who wears glasses, tall / short!reader.

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ rules

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steele-soulmate · 7 days

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 595, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

WORDS: 1198

Almost four days later, the police tracked down Baby Noah at his father’s home in rural Pennsylvania, where the seedy little man had enrolled the poor little tyke into the local Little League and had been dragging him to the boxing gym to try and “man him up some”. Now that the governor had been taken into custody and was awaiting trial, having been charged with first degree kidnapping, bringing a kidnapped minor over state lines, aggravated assault on a law enforcement officer, and a hefty counterfeit charge after his wife gave the police a bundle of damning evidence, including a (badly) falsified birth certificate. And to also slap the humiliated little man all the more, his wife announced that she was divorcing him and taking their three daughters with her and would leave him with only his name and the clothes on his back.

The family reunion was full of tears, hugs and kisses, with Baby Noah refusing to let go of me and Peter blubbering unashamedly. A judge who was at the police station for an unrelated incident was sweet enough to issue the paperwork for a restraining order against one Paul Thomas Grantsville, his family and associates written up and filed away.

For dinner that night, the girls made up the clingy little man’s favorite food- spaghetti, marinara sauce and garlic bread. Baby Noah didn’t want to leave my lap, insisting that I hold him on my lap as he ate, a demand that I was more than happy to comply to.

Isabelle was wonderful, asking the girls if they still wanted to go to their respective day camps at the lake- Elizabeth was enrolled in the veterinarian boot camp and Katie was enrolled in a field sports day camp. The girls would be on opposite ends of the lake, and the people in charge of both had been quick to reassure my motherly anxiety that the kids would be completely safe, with heavily enforced sign ins and sign outs with the adult’s identification cards checked before handing over the child for pick up.

Both girls elected to attend their respective day camps, and then we all went up to the master bedroom for a nighttime snuggle.

“I was so worried,” I confessed as Baby Noah snored lightly on my chest.

“I know you were worried,” Peter soothed me, the baby triplets splayed over his beefy torso, sound asleep holding onto each others’ hands. “I know you were worried, and that broke me.”

“I’m sorry, my love,” I murmured, reaching over the slumbering kids to press a sleepy kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m going to go to sleep now.”

“Alright sweetheart,” he hummed. “Goodnight.”

“Sleep tight.” I shut my eyes and began to drift off to sleep once more. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

~xoXox~

After hugging and kissing the girls goodbye and having the babies wave goodbye to them from the huge window in the sunroom, Peter and I began to work on our daily projects- with me cleaning out and wiping down the refrigerator and Peter working out in the backyard, getting the side gate situated and pruning some of the heavily overgrown trees. Isabelle would be meeting up with some of her fellow classmates for a study date and promised Peter and I that she would pick up Elizabeth and Katie before bringing them back home again.

Mittens was keeping a protective eye on the babies as they frolicked about in the backyard- throwing fistfuls of leaves at each other, pattering their little bare feet in the soft grass and giggling up a storm as they bopped about adorably. I would stop what I was doing and pad over to the door that led to the backyard, peer out and break out into a calm smile at the sight of the happy babies and my husband, sweat glistening upon his bare chest as he made a door that led from the backyard to the driveway to make it easier to let out entrapped wildlife.

I cleaned out the refrigerator and freezer, reorganized the pantry, made an idea of what all we should eat over the next few days, swept and mopped the floors, bleached the sink and reorganized the cutlery drawer.

I was repositioning the kids’ artwork back onto the clean refrigerator when I felt the vibrations of the garage door opening underneath my feet, and I knew at once that it was Isabelle returning with the older girls.

THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD

A bright smile over took my face as Elizabeth and Katie, both girl clutching at their American Girl mini mes spilled into the kitchen and rushed up to me to offer up hugs and kisses.

“Hihi mommy!” Katie bubbled excitedly. “Where’s daddy and the babies?”

“Right here!” Peter came in just then, Mittens wrangling the babies inside after him. “I’m going to go up and take a quick shower, alright?”

“Alright, my love!” I told him, breaking out into giggles as Baby Teddy let out a giant sneeze just then, promptly falling backwards onto his little baby rear.

He scrunched his face up, patting his nose before sneezing once more, this time blood spurting out and getting onto the floorboards.

“Go up and take a shower now!” I urged him as the girls set down their dollies and swooped in to the rescue- Elizabeth zipping into the kitchen to get a couple of wet rags and Katie scooping up the bleeding little man.

“Uh oh,” sang out Baby Tommy, watching as his mommy came over with a wrapped ice bag, which was pressed to the little man’s forehead as Katie plugged his nose with her fingers.

“Baby Teddy, Baby Teddy, little brave cutie pie,” I sang in a worried tone of voice. “Baby Teddy, Baby Teddy, you’re a brave little man.”

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN/ ASK BOX IS OPEN/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN/ PLOT BUNNIES ARE WELCOMED

If you liked this, then please consider buying me a coffee HERE It only costs $3!!!

PETER STEELE TAGLIST

@rock-a-noodle

@ch3rry-c01a

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mantizimus · 1 year

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Rules for requests

Good day, everyone! My name is Mantizimus, but you can call me Mantiz. I am 20 years old. Inspired by various blogs, such as @randoimago @tokuteasings and @fandom-go-round I decided to create my own requests blog.

Now, for rules:

Fandoms I'm writing (I'll add more later, feel free to suggest new ones):

Space Pirate Sara

My Hero Academia

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Naruto

Kamen Rider Ryuki

Bleach

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Mega Man (Classic and X)

Twisted Wonderland

Doki Doki Literature Club!

Overwatch

Akame Ga Kill!

Danganronpa

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun

Yandere Simulator

Juken Sentai Gekiranger

Five Nights at Freddy's

League of Legends

Transformers (Prime, Robots in Disguise 2015)

What I'll write:

Headcanons

Oneshots

Male/Female/Gender Neutral Reader

Fluff

Light angst (like, defending Reader from abusive ex or finding out that Reader lost memories about their love)

Various AUs (modern, soulmate, ect.)

Reaction

Crossover (like, Izuku with Natsuki!Reader)

Platonic

Poly

Multifandom requests

What I won't write:

NSFW

Heavy angst

Cheating (will write misunderstandings, though)

Yandere

Break Up

Anything I find too uncomfortable

Requests are open.

7 character limit

Drafts:

First Grades with Asakura!S/O

Vice Housewards + Floyd with Shinji Kido!S/O

X, Zero, Alia, Axl, Vile, Sigma and Storm Eagle meeting human!Maverick Hunter!Reader

Zuko x fem!S/O oneshot

Sideswipe and Thunderhoof with Mitsuri!S/O

Queue:

Masterlists:

Space Pirate Sara

My Hero Academia

Kamen Rider Ryuki

JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

Twisted Wonderland

The Legend of Korra

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Naruto

Mega Man

Bleach

Doki Doki Literature Club

Overwatch

Akame Ga Kill!

Danganronpa

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun

Yandere Simulator

Juken Sentai Gekiranger

Five Nights at Freddy's

League of Legends

Transformers

#rules #pinned post #intro post #masterlist #rules for requests

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moon-lv3r · 10 months

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soulmates ~ bruabba pt 2

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

🦋 characters: bucciarati, abbacchio

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.

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