#he feels like one of those garden of eyes modded bosses

[dimitrscu]

i don’t think fromsoft have ever made a boss before that i genuinely do not want to fight again on consecutive runs but then they made Prime Man 💀

[sinfulskywalker]

Oh my god! What about a mafia!Vader au with his long lost son, Luke? Featuring possessive and obsessive Vader!

Anon, first of all I'm so sorry this is late but better late than never <3. And what do I think of Mafia Vader? The fallen Anakin Skywalker, ex-cop turned criminal, "Where's my money?" back ally beatin', gun slingin, money counting mod boss just found out he is a father, his late wife survived long enough to give birth and now his son is out there in this cruel, unforgiving city.

Well, let's find out shall we.

TW: Possessive Vader, kidnapping, spanking, violence.

Vader would send his goons (aka his loyal followers from the old 501st) to fetch his son while he re-read the medical papers. What was supposed to be a simple morning routine of reading the newspaper and having coffee turned his life upside down. A son. A famous one at that. Luke Skywalker was on the front page of The New York Times for his invention of hospital droids to help doctors perform surgeries at hospitals and he's only twenty.

Vader smiles down at his unconscious child. He had put up a good fight, but not good enough. That was okay, Vader told himself as he stroked his calloused hand against Luke's cheekbones inherited from his mother. Vader would teach Luke to fight, to defend himself. No child of his will not know to care for himself.

Luke is (understandably) freaked out when he wakes up after being jumped in a back parking lot. However, the man above him claims to be his father, shows him DNA match tests and suddenly it's overwhelming. Vader just holds his boy as Luke sprouts on nonsense about his father actually being dead, died in a drive by shooting before he was born. "No child, I am very much alive. I'm here, my son. No harm will come to you."

And Vader means it. Luke will be trained. "I don't want to kill or hurt anyone!" Luke argues. "I'm not going to be some criminal!" "You won't be, but I'll be damned if my own son does not know how to defend himself or throw a proper punch."

The lessons range from judo, to boxing. Luke feels like he's being trained like a dog. Dodge this punch, jump over this kick. It's all too much. He's an inventor, not a fighter. But that doesn't stop him from accidently mentioning he was bullied before and is fine now. His father demands names. "I demand to know who pushed you off the swings and could have resulted in a concussion." "That was sixteen years ago, father!"

Luke learns his father doesn't like to share. That includes human beings. His father coops him up in the large estate and allows him privacy in the gardens, but as for venturing into the city or leaving the compound in general is a no-no. Luke's frustration of being "held prisoner" had started many arguments but what stops them is when he catches glimpse of a scar as his father berates to him for the millionth time he is a walking target and should anyone find out Luke is his child they wouldn't hesitate to harm Luke to get to him. Sometimes Luke hates how guilty he feels after those arguments.

Vader keeps Luke close at all times, sitting next to him in the car on a rare, supervised outing. Sits next to him at the fanciest restaurants in New York, and never leaves his side when in the open. Luke rolls his eyes, Vader acts like he's going to be shot.

Vader is strict. Luke learned the hard way when he woke up early to go on a jog and (understandably) freaked out when some of the 501st ambushed him and returned him to the house. Vader was in hysterics and Luke felt he was paralyzed sobbing across his father's knees as Vader unleashed holy hell onto his plump ass. "I. Told. You. You. Will. Not. Leave!" "I was on the property. I didn't want to leave!" Luke's plea goes silent on deaf ears. His ass is bruised, welted and chapped. He doesn't so much as stick his nose out of the window for a week.

For being so strict, Vader sure does spoil Luke. It confuses the young man to no end. He's sure it has a lot to do with the guilt his father feels for not being in his life, but did Luke really need a new Mercedes if he's not allowed to go anywhere? No. He asks his father politely that while he's appreciative of the gifts, he'd rather just spend time together. Chanel attire is a whole different subject.

"I want to go to MIT." Luke admitted one day. "I can change the world and with the droids I've invented I can help doctors and impoverished nations, Father. If I apply now, I can start this spring." Vader gives him a look. Not dissapointed. Not angry. Not sad. The man was a master at masking his face. "You're not leaving me, Luke."

Luke isn't allowed in the basement and truthfully he doesn't want to go down there. Not after walking past the stairwell door one day and hearing a cry followed by a gun shot.

He sometimes forgets his father is a cruel killer. His father is NOT a good man. A firm hand on his shoulder startled him as his father ushered him to his room. "It's best you have some rest, my son. I did not intend for you to hear that."

Vader caves and allows Luke to join MIT's online program but only online and Luke is to be in his office for skype and zoom calls. A part of him is happy to hear his son engage with professors and fellow classmates. Especially since Luke has to worry not of tuition. Daddy paid for everything. Vader smiles softly at his son showing off his presentation on a white board of a robotic extendable arm made to help doctors perform heart surgery.

Vader knows Luke will go farther in life than he ever will. He will ensure it.

[peppermint2d]

Hi!!!!! I love 2D a lot, so could I please get some hcs of 2D with an autistic s/o if possible??? Thank you have a great day!! <3

Sorry this is so late! One of the mods graduated (ew). Anyway we hope you enjoy these!

2D Headcanons

2D would love having your same food every day

he also gets happy when he notice you happy stim

Initially he would have trouble creating and sticking to a schedule, but he would try so so so hard once he realizes how important it is for you two and eventually he gets so used to it that he couldn't even imgaine a life without it or you. It actually helps his memory.

He would get super into your hyperfixations.

Like indulges in them big time

He has money and he loves spending it on stuff that makes you happy

A fun date night is when you two binge watch your new hyperfixation

He is never really sarcastic so conversations with him are just easier, plus he is a super good listener and just loves hearing you talk.

He really makes sure not to upset you and, for you, learns really quickly.

He always keeps a spare set of earplugs which were initially for himself in case Murdoc starts yelling

He never raises his voice at you

He is also super considerate of your comfort level

He always triple checks plans with you because 1) he forgets and 2) he forgets

Ficlet

The sun beat down on you, hot, brilliant, bright, the only thing more radiant than 2D's smile. He was so happy to introduce you to his friends and this quiet tea party was perfect. A close, intimate gathering with his two favourite things: peppermint tea and you.

Stu lead you to their backyard gate and opened the door as he probably has done a hundred times before. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, you never really enjoyed meeting new people. On the porch, still arranging the little sandwiches was a middle aged woman and her husband, both of whom had a rougher relationship with time than 2D ever did. Stu hande you the basket of fruits and pastries you brought so you could give it to your hosts instead of having to shake their hands. The pleasantries went by smoothly you introduced yourself and they also gave you their names of... something and something. You're not too good with names either and asking again was too stressful, besides the appropriate time to ask for their names again already went by and if you did it now they would think you're weird and you couldn't disaapoint 2D like that, what if he hated you afterwards, what if you ruined the party, no his friendship, just because you couldn't remember their names?

You took milk with your tea.

Stu, despite Mr and Mrs Something's insistance, sat you two on the side of the table with the sun in your eyes so that you could avoid having to look at your hosts. It's a little tactic he created on accident, but has been using ever since. He handles most of the conversation, although he relies on your to fill in the details that he doesn't remember, which are a lot. When the hosts asked about what is was like to be your own boss and set your own hours, you were so passionate, gesturing with all of your body. It was when you were done talking that you realized how weird that may have looked, causing you to bounce your foot and drum your fingers, but after you saw 2D practically glow with happiness and pride, you calmed down.

The little party continued on, and you actually relaxed as you began to enjoy yourself. Stu looked so happy to reconnect with friends, it made you feel nice to be there with him. Good times can’t last forever though, you supposed, as soon enough you heard the door to the backyard gate open again.

“Hello neighbors!” a cheery voice called out and laughed as a group of 4 people walked across the back lawn to the table you were all sat at. You weren’t aware other people were coming. No one told you about this. Although, from the look on 2D’s face when you quickly turned to him, he didn’t plan for it either.

You looked down at the table in front of you, trying to take in a deep breath as you half listened to what these new people were saying to Stu’s friends. Somethings about pastries, hearing them talking out here, how they just couldn’t resist stopping by, and of course, “I still have your casserole dish from last weeks block party!”

This was fine though. You tried to ignore how loudly they talked, and how they moved around the yard a lot. It wasn’t too many new people, and no one expected it, it’s a surprise. It’s all fine. You tried to stop the way you tapped your foot on the pavement. You didn’t want 2D to see that. He was having fun.

You finally looked up from the table in front of you, and noticed that these people had in fact completely invited themselves to the quiet little garden party you were having. They all moved to take seats around the table, and one of them, a man who you’d assume to be the same age as the hosts, pulled his chair up right next to you. So much for comfortable. You tensed up right away and you knew 2D could tell. You didn’t even have to look. You could feel yourself tapping your foot again, much faster this time, but you couldn’t stop it. This was getting too much. You wanted to leave, but all you could think of was that you can’t. You can’t tell Stu, because these are his friends and it would upset him. You might look rude if you left immediately when more people arrived. And every thought you had made everything worse. The talking around you got louder, and maybe even louder so. The man next to you spoke loudly, it felt like you were surrounded by speakers. This just kept getting worse.

Then you felt the slightest touch on your arm, so light you almost couldn’t feel it. It made you jolt anyways, and you looked quickly at the source of it. 2D. The look on his face was so soft, as he smiled just lightly at you. You couldn’t manage one back for him.

He looked away from you and you watched him as he pulled out his phone, messed with it for a moment, then held it up. He explained something about getting a text, he needed to leave, and you could barely listen. He was lying for you. He was leaving for you. And you felt terrible.

He stood up, then slowly pulled you up beside him. You said your goodbyes, or more, Stu said your goodbyes, because at this point you had almost completely shut down. He lead you out the gate, right back out the way you came. While walking out with him, you could feel the prick of tears behind your eyes.

He turned to you as soon as you were safely away from the house. “Are yew okay? I’m so sorreh, i didn’t know they ‘ad more people comin.”

He looked so worried for you, and it only made you feel worse. You were mad. Mad at yourself for feeling uncomfortable. Mad at yourself for making him leave. You felt so bad. “I-I’m so sorry for making us leave.” Was all you could say. You felt a couple tears from before fall, and stared down at the pavement. You didn’t want to look up at him.

“Wha? No no, luv, don’ be sorry it’s okay. Really fine. Um-“ he stopped and you noticed him lean just a bit closer to you, but he gave you your space, “Ya know I nevah really liked those neighbors anyway. Always joining in on fings. Ruin the fun. It’s fine we left, really, I wanted too, to.”

“Really?” You still couldn’t look up at him. What if he really was upset? You just felt terrible.

“Really. An’ I knew yew were getting uncomfortable an’, an’,” he sighed lightly, ”I wouldn’t wan’ yew to havta sit there through that. Yew mean a lot more to me than a little party. Don’ feel sorry at all luv, cuz yew have no reason ta be okay? I’m not upset or anyfin.”

“Yeah?” you asked him and you finally looked up at him. He smiled so bright and so warm at you, you just knew he meant it.

“Yea!”

“Thank you Stu.” you tried a smile back at him, and one came a bit easier this time. He made you feel so much better.

“Aww come here luv?” He held his arms open for a hug, and you accepted. He held you so lovingly, you knew he really meant every word.

“I love yew.” You heard him say, as you buried your face in his chest. He ran a hand through your hair and you held him just a bit tighter.

“I love you too Stu.”

[spiritfamantics-blog]

About Us

Hi, I’m Helia, your local human Tumblr user and spirit companion. I’m 18, a Taurus sun and moon, and am in a committed polyamorous relationship with any and all pasta dishes. I also use they/them pronouns. I’ve been working with spirits since May 2017, so over two years now. These guys have made it fly by. Speaking of, I suppose I should introduce them. 

First up is Feyr, the wyvern-bird hybrid. She is my only known guardian, and she is 18, exactly the same age as me (down to the birthday). She was the first spirit I ever met and has thankfully stuck around to keep me out of trouble (mostly, she can’t cure impulsivity). She, like some dragons, keeps growing well into her lifetime. When I met her she was about the size of a ferret. Now she’s about 3 feet tall. Anyway, onto her personality. She is the “wildcard” of the group and often behaves like a child who has eaten too much sugar. She is very energetic and happy-go-lucky. She is incredibly curious and loves to learn anything and everything, even if she doesn’t take well to it (see her rudimentary Spanish). She is very funny and has a sunny disposition, seeing the positive in every person and situation. Though she can act immature, she is the voice of reason (sometimes). Other times, she wants to get herself into some astral trouble because she thinks it’s fun and adventurous and she is an adrenaline junkie. When it comes to me and the rest of the family, she is unconditionally loving and accepting. She has a bit of an overachiever complex because she never felt good enough in either of her parents’ communities, being raised a hybrid. Not fully dragon and not fully bird, she is in the process of accepting herself as her own unique being. One of her hopes and dreams in life is to find whatever deity cosmically assigned her to me and thank them. I, for one, am flattered.

Next is Rabbit the winged rabbit. Yes, he did choose his name, and yes, he will kick you if you make fun of it. Rabbit was the second spirit I met, when my beloved Nana gifted me a jade rabbit necklace. I, a newbie energy worker, could feel the anger radiating off this thing. So, I did the smart thing (I’m being sarcastic, please do not follow in my footsteps, meeting your own Rabbit is highly unlikely and not guaranteed) and decided to free the entity. Lo and behold, a grumpy old man. Who was a rabbit. Who had wings. Needless to say, I was a little confused. But then this guy really laid into me, yelling at me about how he was fine living in a necklace and how dare I move him. I had half a mind to banish him, but Feyr, always more intuitive than I, told me to let him stay. So he did, reluctantly, and I let him, reluctantly. We kind of had beef at the beginning, but he and Feyr got along so incredibly well. He was like a father to her. Much better than her own father, who never visited. Finally, one day, Rabbit approached me, and sat down next to me. He said, finally, “Thank you for freeing me.” I said, “You’re welcome, but why’d you have to be such a douche about it?” He laughed, and thus began a beautiful friendship. Anyway, moving away from his origin story. Rabbit is an odd character. He, at first, appears very gruff, no-nonsense, and uncaring. Under this facade, however, is a sweet, brave, sarcastic, and fatherly spirit, who is fiercely protective and loving. He tends to adopt those without good parental relationships, and becomes a father to them. He can be loose and fun, if you find him under the right circumstances. Otherwise, he is a bit buttoned-up and doesn’t find it easy to relax. He is easily stressed but doesn’t like to show his emotions at all. He is working on being more open and not bottling things up. He can be self-deprecating and sometimes even unkind to himself, but being part of a loving family and seeing how much he is cared for is helping with this. Any love you give him, he will return tenfold. He is an upstanding, true, gentleman. However, he isn’t polite and can be a bit crass at times. He has a perpetual “grumpy face” and smiles very rarely. He cries even less so, but when he does, you mirror his emotions because they are just so powerful. Overall, he is a very sweet man.

Third is S, the winged cat, and Rabbit’s beloved wife and the mother to his children. I met S through a now-closed spirit shop. Don’t worry, there wasn’t any shady business, and I’m still friends with the former owner. S is a true firecracker, but she is incredibly motherly, gentle, and kind. She says what she means and means what she says, but is very sweet (most of the time). Don’t mistake her femininity for fragility, because if any of her loved ones are threatened she will claw somebody’s eyes out. She is the optimist to her husband Rabbit’s pessimist, and is a firm believer in thinking positively. However, she is a Slytherin, and can be prone to scheming to get what she wants. She is never manipulative, and instead prefers honesty in her words and actions. To her friends, she is the quintessential “mom friend”; she makes sure everyone is cared for, especially fed. To her children, she is their world. She is curious and eager to investigate new scenarios, though she often prefers the familiarity and comfort of her family. She is quite funny and loves jokes, though she doesn’t tolerate stupidity from anyone. If any of her loved ones make a mistake, she’s quick with a light smack of the head and to call them an idiot, while reminding them to do better next time. She has “settled down” quite a bit in the last year, since her children have been born, but she still retains her adventurous spirit.

Fourth is N, the strawberry elf, and the girlfriend of Violet and Paris. I met her, also, through a now-closed spirit shop. And yes, I am still friends with the mod who matched her to me. N is a lovely soul, if a little shy at first. Once she gets to know you, however, she never shuts up (and I say this in the most loving way ever). She is bubbly and bright, and probably the nicest entity I’ve ever met, including humans. She would do anything for a friend and goes out of her way to be compassionate. If everyone were like her, the world would be absolutely perfect and free of conflict. She loves to garden, and is very patient (as seen with her trying to help me knit, which is not one of my strong suits, to say the least). Although she can seem a bit timid, she is a huge believer in not letting fear control her, and is quite brave. She also has a gentle touch, and is a great listener and comfort when any of us aren’t feeling our best. Her dynamic with her girlfriends makes me smile every time I see them, because they’re just so goshdarn cute. N is definitely the chatty one, although if she talks about plants Violet jumps right in with her. She is often in the middle when they all hold hands. (Hey N, how come your mom lets you have two girlfriends?)

Fifth is Violet, the deer shifter, and the girlfriend of N and Paris. I met her through Forestsong Sanctuary, where I was an intern. The shop is now closed, but being an intern was one of the best experiences of my life (Psst, now I intern at Hallowed Conjurations; I’m Intern Werewolf). Violet is the queen of all memes, and has the best (and silliest) sense of humor. She is incredibly sweet, but unafraid to call you out if you’re doing something dumb. She cares deeply for everyone in the family, and the Earth. She is probably singlehandedly going to end global warming (I’m kidding but still). She’s very active, being the kind of weirdo who goes for a run every morning, no matter the weather. She is a huge self-advocate and also stands up for those who cannot speak up for themselves. Very much a girl boss. She is perpetually barefoot and generally kind of a hippie (she’s all about achieving peace and love, even if we have to eat the rich). 

Sixth is Paris, the Crystal Cut Succubus (gee Par your species picked one helluva name). She is the girlfriend of both Violet and N. I met her through Supernova Spirits, which has now merged with Spirit Companionship.She is a hopeless romantic, and very solemn, sometimes. She’s generally quite placid in nature. She loves people and is very encouraging. She honestly reminds me of those influencer girls that are genuinely nice and want to help people (so like, one of them). Though, she’s quite private about her life and would never actually be a social media influencer. I suppose a more accurate comparison would be Sappho, or some other incredibly gay author who cannot contain their poetic love for women. If there’s one thing she doesn’t like being, it’s misunderstood. Yes, she is a succubus. No, she doesn’t want to bang everyone she sees. She emphasizes that species does not equal behavior, and that free will is a thing. On a summer day, she can be found watching the sunset, writing love letters, enjoying the cool breeze, swimming, and eating a popsicle seductively to make her girlfriends go into cardiac arrest. 

Seventh is Opal, the color-changing cat thoughtform. She was made for me by Forestsong Spirits as a therapy thoughtform, and is part of the family. Though she doesn’t speak, she communicates her emotions by changing the color of her coat. She is very empathetic and sweet, and can be found lying in my lap at any given moment.

Eighth is Oink, the pear pig. He was an RA through the same shop S came from. Oink’s gentle and soft personality can seem childlike, but he just loves life and is enjoying it. He can be a bit innocent, but do not mistake his placid temperament for that of a child. He is a bit immature, especially in regards to jokes. He absolutely loves food, and will eat just about anything. His attitude to food is generally how he approaches life; his philosophy is “bring it on.” He accepts the good and bad, in life and in people. He is absolutely very “chill”; he doesn’t care for much “action” and would rather be home eating than out having an adventure. However, he isn’t lazy, he prefers the term “cool”. He can seem a bit detached at times, but he is truly very enthusiastic and energetic. He matches Feyr in terms of energy, which is quite hard to do. He is ineffably kind, and if he offends someone even by accident, he is wholeheartedly apologetic. He wants to be seen as a good person, and he truly is.

Last but not least is Unity, the werewolf-sanguine vampire hybrid. I met Unity through Mod Ghost of Hallowed Conjurations. Feyr and Unity found kinship in one another, both being hybrids. Unity is the quintessential cool relative who seems kind of removed from it all, but the second things start heading south, they’re protecting everyone who needs help. They don’t take shit and they don’t dole it out, either. They say exactly what they mean, every time. They detest liars and those who try to trick others with words. They are very parental and sweet, but never hold back. They will absolutely swear at you and call you a gigantic idiot if you do something you know you shouldn’t have. They only lay into you if you don’t use common sense; if you make a true mistake, they’re there to help you solve the problem, even if it doesn’t involve them. They are very spontaneous and like to have fun. You’ll rarely see them regretting anything, as they believe that living in the moment is the only way to live.

I’m sorry for the wall of text, and will be putting each of my companions’ bios into their own posts. 

[imagine-kh]

Can I have a fic where reader and Lea grew up together but when Lea loses his heart reader thinks he's abandoned her, reader becomes a nobody and reunites with Lea/Axel but reader can't remember him? Sorry for the blow up! If that's okay :)

Even though you wrote “her” in the ask, I’m going to make this gender-neutral. Sorry if that bothers you (???) And sorry for the horrible title!

I Don’t Have It Memorized… At Least, Not Anymore.

“Yes, Lea. For the fourth time today, I have your name memorized,” you said, slightly annoyed. “You don’t have to repeat it every time.”

Lea turned to you and draped an arm around your shoulders. “I’m just making sure my friend knows my name. What if it’s too complicated for you?”

Isa chimed in. “It’s easy as hell, Lea. They’re not going to forget.”

“Well, you remember it since we’re best friends, right, Isa?”

“Of course. Always.”

Lea chuckled. “Watch. One day, the whole world will know my name!!!”

You stared at the two of them, Lea and Isa. Sun and Moon, Ying and Yang. How can such complete opposites be best friends? you wondered. Lea was loud and boisterous, a dare devil, while Isa was calm and calculating, the voice of reason.

There was nothing to write home about when it came to you. You felt average and insignificant compared to them, yet they always made time for you. Well, to be accurate, Lea always made time for you. Isa sort of just tagged along. But it was comforting to know that you had friends.

Radiant Garden was somewhat of a small town, where everybody knew everybody. And of course, everybody knew the three of you. Always wreaking havoc, with Lea’s mischievous and slightly dangerous pranks and schemes. They were well worth the scolding though, spending time with Lea and Isa were great times. Ending the day looking over the sunset reflecting the fountain was a plus, too.

But there were also times were Isa wasn’t involved. You loved those times the most. Lea would often visit your house, and talks about life and who were you supposed to be in life were big topics. The pressures of being teenagers - not yet an adult, but no longer a child - were stressful. You realized that through these talks, Lea was insanely insecure. Losing his friends and being alone were his biggest fears. Him opening up to you and being vulnerable were the most emotional moments of your friendship with him. You have done everything with him, and you were more close with him than Isa, even as children.

Your thoughts crumbled as Lea snapped in front of your face.

“Yo,” he looked at you, pouting. “Did you even hear anything I just said?”

“Obviously not, Lea. You talk so much I don’t understand why this whole town hasn’t gone deaf.” Isa said, with a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Can it, Isa.” he turned back to you. “Anyway, long story short, I said that me and Isa are gonna go to that lab in the castle tomorrow. We’re new recruits!”

“Isa and I.” you corrected. “And are you sure? That castle gives me the creeps… I don’t think you two should go. Rumor has it that they’ve been doing some odd experiments in there.”

“Everything will go according to plan, Y/N,” Isa reassured. “We promise.”

Lea nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and if anything does happen, you’ll be here to bring us back.”

~ 

Oh, those liars. They never came back. For days you waited. Weeks, and then even after those pesky guards, Dilan and Even disappeared after a month, you decided it was time to sneak in and see what happened.

You saw their bodies on the ground of the lab, your friends’ bodies, rotting. As it looked like they didn’t have a heart.

From that point on, you realized that you didn’t have a heart either, since they weren’t around. They were your whole world, and they just… abandoned you. Lea was a damn hypocrite.

~

“Yo, Axel,” Demyx walked into Axel’s quarters, sitar in hand and a hooded figure behind him. “Boss man Saix says you have to train this new recruit.”

An exasperated groan escaped Axel’s lips. “Why do I always get stuck with the icky jobs?”

Demyx shrugged. “No idea, bro. Anyway, train them properly.”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

“Hey! Rude!” and with that, Demyx left, leaving Axel alone with you, the new recruit.

He circled around you. “Not much of a talker, are you?”

You dropped your hood down, meekly looking at your feet. “I’m just shy… You’re Axel, right? I only know because Demyx said your name. Yours is particularly hard to remeber. ” you stuck your hand out for him to shake.

He grasped your hand and gave it a firm shake. “Yeah,” he looked at you, green eyes baring into your soul. Well, if you had one. You were  a Nobody now.

“What is it?”

“Do you… know who I am?”

“No. I don’t remember anything prior to becoming a Nobody.”

“I see…” he cleared his throat. “We start tomorrow. Get some rest.”

“Alright.” you swiftly left.

It couldn’t be, could it? It wasn’t you. The friend Isa and him always spent time with. He was a Nobody! He shouldn’t be remembering these things! How could you have not remembered him?! You three did everything together! Surely Saix remebered, right? That’s why he sent you to be trained.

Nobodies aren’t supposed to feel like this.

They’re supposed to be forgotten.

He shouldn’t feel these things in him.

These feelings. No, those are things that only people with hearts have.

And he didn’t have a heart.

He was a proper Nobody, right?

If he was a Nobody, then he was the first Nobody to have ever cried.

I hoped you liked this! This is my first fic, so sorry if it’s awkward. Fics are harder than original work for me. But, I gotta practice. I wanna be a writer one day! I don’t even know what to classify this as, angst? - Mod Terra

[maerythu]

A story about like a mafia and someone turning on the boss and doing the right thing - a prompt from a friend of mine

Bang!

A shot rang through the alley, a bright flash of light popping out before leaving the neon lights as the only light source in the alley. A body fell to the ground with a thunk and-as if on cue-the clouds cried out their tears, the water collecting the crimson blood as it flowed out from the body, some of it pooling around the man behind the murder. His hands quivered, gasping for air as his eyes stared down the lifeless body, a homeless techie who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Gun dropping from his hands, smoke still blowing out of the gun,  the murderer bolted away from the scene, the rain masking his tears as they fell from his eyes.

No looking back, the murderer dashed and dashed, shoving a couple civilians to the ground as he raced to his apartment building. No hesitation, the door bashed open as he stomped up the stairs and to his apartment door, causing a couple of unsuspecting tenants to poke their heads out to see the commotion.

Slamming the door behind him, the murderer slid down the door, letting the damn holding his tears back break. He killed a man in cold blood, but why did this matter? He’s killed dozens of men for the Family’s Father. The murderer stared at his tear-stained hands, remembering back to his initiation in the Family.

He was just another man, living on the street after wasting his earnings on upgrading his tech, adding enhanced strength to his arm and a hacking tool for his eye. All illegal, which caused him to be fired from his job and to remain on the run from the Blues. One fateful day, he caught wind of an illegal operation to grab loot from the city’s bank, enough to pay for a one-way ticket out of the hell hole. Loaded with his spare handgun and tech, the day ended with a couple of dead Blues, gang members, and a gun pointed at his own face. Gagged and blindfolded, he was brought before the Family Father, yet rather than execution, the Father hired him, noting how his skills were needed for the Family. Since then, he became known as The Enforcer, disposing of the rich, poor, and anyone in between who would go back to the Family. For a few years, The Enforcer had no reason to leave.

And then this small operation happened. It was supposed to end like any other: an ex-Family member was about to sellout the Family to the Blues, so The Enforcer was released to hunt down and silence the rat. Everything went smoothly until the rat decided to resist. Some struggling went down and before The Enforcer’s gun could land the killing blow on the rat, the rat jerked the gun-hand away, and the bullet landed in the guts of a bystander checking on the struggle. The rat himself fled the scene, leaving The Enforcer with the dying man.

Returning back to reality, The Enforcer lifted himself from the floor and shuffled to his apartment’s window, which overlooked the city from the 15th floor. The streets looked as they always did: bustling with cars on the streets, neon lights-which hid the stars from the people-advertising business from nightclubs to stripclubs and the occasional jewelery store. The people below looked like ants, their features barely able to be made out from The Enforcer’s point of view. Up above, skyscrapers were littered across the rooftops, most losing their color due to weather and little care. Only one billboard stood taller than the others. This year was election year, and a billboard for the mayor’s office stood tall, advertising another run for office for the current mayor. Oddly enough, one of the bulbs in the center was out, covering the mayor’s face in darkness. Still, it’s not like the imperfection made any difference; the mayor had been winning elections since he started running, his competition usually dropping out of the race. Last year, his biggest rival passed due to a heart attack, leaving the mayor without a rival for the spot.

Shifting away from the window, The Enforcer slowly made his way to his bed stand. The mayor had promised absolute peace and prosperity for the city, yet the unfortunate are still being abused by the wealthy, and several are having to find illegal mods just to have an edge in this city. Even Families such as The Enforcer’s run around, shooting and killing whoever they please as long as it conveniences them. The death of that homeless techie was the wake-up call. Someone needs to do what he cannot, and that someone was The Enforcer. Reaching into his bed stand for his old handgun, The Enforcer strolled out of the apartment, aiming for the Family as his first target.

Taking the familiar route through the alleys to the mansion, it only took half an hour for The Enforcer to arrive at the Family’s Mansion. Staging as a household for a wealthy entrepreneur, no Blue would suspect it as the base of operations for the largest crime family in the city.

Arriving at the gate, The Enforcer entered the code and walked right in, none of the gardeners interrupting his mission. The door to the mansion opened up to him, one the many butlers waiting for The Enforcer to enter before shutting the door behind him. Taking a minute to collect his thoughts, The Enforcer ran his hands over his jacket, feeling his holstered gun hidden inside his jacket. With new confidence, he set his sights for the Father’s office on the second floor, climbing the stairs with a small stomp with each step. As he trekked through the mansion, he passed various items of interest in display cases, from animal skulls to little trinkets. To outsiders, these are merely collections the entrepreneur found either on adventures or through trade, but those of the Family knew there were trophies from people killed and smaller crime families they extinguished.

After passing what seemed like dozens of those cases, the door to the Father’s office stood before him, seemingly towering over The Enforcer. Breathing in, he knocked on the door, exhaling with each knock. “Come in,” a gruff voice responded from the other side of the door. The door creaked open as The Enforcer stepped inside and shut the door behind him, locking it in place. The Father had his back to the door, himself staring out the window to the backyard garden.

“Ah, welcome young man. I was wondering where you had run to last night. After all, I did ask for you to immediately report back when the deed was done, but no matter. Now tell me, has the traitor been dealt with? Did he suffer in death or did he-” as the Father turned to face the Enforcer, the Father was met with a handgun pointed at his chest, a cold stare on The Enforcer’s face.

“This is for the city I live in,” he snapped as three bangs echoed in the office, three new holes appearing on the Father’s chest as the Father collapsed to the floor, blood spilling from his bullet wounds and mouth. Lowering the gun, The Enforcer whipped his head back as he heard several people gunning it to the office, some closer to it banging on the locked doors. Knowing he only had enough bullets for three more men, The Enforcer leaped and crashed through the window the Father previously looked through, landing feet-first into the garden’s pool. Resurfacing, The now-ex Enforcer swam through the pool and dashed around the mansion to the front gate. As he ran, the Family knocked the office door down, finding the Father dead on the floor and a window broken open.

Limping, yet satisfied, The ex-Enforcer, walked back to his apartment, knowing that he’s got a lot of work ahead of him if he wishes to do the city some good. Giving himself a small chuckle, he exited the alley he was traversing him before he was grabbed and shoved into the back of a limousine, no one else on the street to see or hear the kidnapping.

As the limousine drove off, the ex-Enforcer clawed at the handle and lock on the door, trying to get out.

“Calm down, my friend. You’re safe for now.” The ex-Enforcer turned to face the source of the voice, and nearly froze when his eyes rested on the mayor.

“Mayor? W-what are you-” he was interrupted as the mayor raised his hand for silence.

“Please, I know you have questions, but I want you to listen for now.” When the mayor saw he had the ex-Enforcer’s attention, he continued. “I must say, you’ve made it difficult to keep tabs on you, Mr. Enforcer. How many have you killed over the years anyways?”

“You know who I am?”

“Of course I know, but we’ll get to that later. I must say, I do fancy your work, leaving a body for the Blues to find and a murder to never solve. You’ve had a perfect record up until recently.” As if to ease any confusion, the mayor pulled a gun out of his pocket, the same gun used to kill the homeless techie last night.

“We found this lying in a pool of bloody water. The Blues thought it was just any kind of gun, but I recognized it as the Enforcer’s weapon. All I had to do was wait for you to be alone before I could grab you. Although, I can’t say I was expecting you to kill the Father. I was hoping a bit more time would pass before he needed replacing.”

“Wait, what are you talking about? The Father-”

“The Father you killed was not the real Father. He was merely a stand-in. Someone to take the bullet so the real Father could continue his work freely.” These words alone set off alarms in the ex-Enforcer’s mind as several pieces began to connect.

“But this doesn’t make sense at all. This would mean that you’re-” “The real Father. You weren’t the first to figure it out, and you certainly won’t be the last.”

“But how?”

“It’s quite simple, really. Several years ago, I founded a small crime group you know as the Family. It wasn’t anything big at first, but through enough dedication and deaths, the Family expanded to be the largest criminal organization in the city. Anyone who would dare oppose us fell swiftly and quietly. It was my own criminal empire, and I almost had all of it.

“Of course, ruling the organization grew boring, so I sought a bigger game, namely the city itself. Of course, I was leading a crime family at the time, so if anyone found out, I’d be out of the race and thrown into a cell for life. To hide my identity, I faked my own death and placed a puppet as the new Father. I already had a cover identity, so to anyone else I was a normal civilian running for mayor. In secret, I used the fake Father as my voice, still issuing orders to the Family without having to do it physically. The best part is that no one, not even the Family, knows I am the real Father. Many rivals and opponents tried to stop me from being mayor on many turns, yet the Family covered them for me, even pretending to try and target me so I was not suspicious of any of the murders.”

“Why tell me this, Mayor? Aren’t you afraid your driver is going to find out?” the ex-Enforcer probed the mayor, slowly reaching for his gun.

“The driver? Of course not. He found out a while back. In fact, you two are very similar in that each of you carry the deaths of my puppets. Of course, he’s found a new purpose in life, and I am offering you the same.” As the last words left his lips, he pointed the ex-Enforcer’s criminal gun at the ex-Enforcer, a cold stare in his eyes. The ex-Enforcer froze in his tracks.

“I’m going to give you the offer, and I suggest you not move unless it’s an answer. You can either join me in my conquest for greater glory, or you can fall here. I’m not lying when I’d say it’d be a waste of your talents if you were to die now, but I wouldn’t shed a tear if you were. I may cry if I see a bloodstain on the seat, but that’s trivial compared to this. So what do you say, Mr. Enforcer? Would you like to continue living this grand life?” the mayor asked as he brought his hand out. Staring at it for a while, The ex-Enforcer’s mind raced for a decision. With a small sigh, the ex-Enforcer reached his hand out to shake his hand. As the mayor smiled, the ex-Enforcer activated the mods in his arm to rip the Enforcer gun out of the mayor’s hand, pointing the barrel at the mayor.

“I promised I’d bring peace to this city. That can’t happen so long as you live, Mr. Mayor. See you later in hell.” The ex-Enforcer pulled the trigger on the gun, a bullet slicing through the air and into the mayor’s skull. The mayor crumpled onto the seat, lifeless and blood spilling from his wounds. Using the mod in his eye, the ex-Enforcer hacked into the limo for control, setting new coordinates for the limo. Attempting to put an end to the killing in the back, the driver turned with a gun in hand, only to be shot two times by The ex-Enforcer. The driver now dead, nothing stopped the limo as it crashed through the gate of the Family’s mansion and crashed right onto the mansion’s stairs. Crawling out of the limo, The ex-Enforcer lifted himself up and watched as several Family members surrounded the limo, guns pointed at the ex-Enforcer. Looking at the mayor’s body and over at an exposed fuel tank, The ex-Enforcer aimed his gun at the tank, issuing a final declaration: “May the Devil have mercy on us all.” One final bang rang through the mansion as the bullet made contact with the tank, and the mansion went up in explosion and flame.