#hyde was just jekylls drunk alter

[sleepydrunkenmisshap]

Jekyll: "Hyde is everything bad in the world, He acts on impulse, I have to drink a type of liquid to become him"

Man if you get drunk sometimes, just say it

[miupow]

[duality.] - huening kai. [PART 3] [TEASER]

[ kai kamal huening x fem!reader ] ❝Monday comes far too fast for your liking, and now you're in Hueningkai's bed. It was time to learn how much of a Not-Virgin he is.❞

WARNINGS: smut, NSFW, MDNI! (no smut in the teaser), hard dom!hueningkai, sub!reader, f2l, graphic depictions of rough sex and BDSM, spanking, pussy slapping, handcuffs and bondage, sex toys (paddles), degredation kink, pet names, sir kink, praise kink, condoms mention, unprotected sex, size kink if you squint, vaginal fingering, piv sex, possessive!kai, choking/breath play, hair pulling, fluffy ending hehe WORDS: (for the teaser) ~700

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You’ve never seen him this embarrassed before, avoiding your eyes with puffed-out cheeks and a pink face; it was a cute look on him. “I thought you knew I was coming.”

“Well..” he cringes, fiddling with the headphones still in his hands. His face looked even redder. “I… I kind of thought you weren’t going to.” 

“Why wouldn’t I come? I told you I’d be here.” you ask, cock your head at him, watch as he turns his console off and places his headphones down on his desk. He seemed nervous and disoriented, like he really wasn’t prepared for any of what he had talked about salaciously into your ear Friday night; you felt silly, suddenly, dressed up and standing expectantly in his bedroom. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken him so seriously. This didn’t seem at all like the man who had you pinned against a brick wall and begging for it just a few nights ago, and instead much more like the shy and gentle Hueningkai you knew much, much better. 

“I thought I scared you..” Kai admits with a fake, humorless laugh, his wobbly smile quickly folding down into a grimace as he sinks further into his chair. “This is usually the part where I scare people. They were only half-joking about the whole ‘running away screaming’ thing, you know.”

Your own frown deepens, unsure of what to do or what to say as you watch him pick at his sweatpants, continue to refuse to look you in the eye as he rocks himself back and forth with the swivel of his chair. “I mean, I’m not angry about it, obviously.” he continued, fluffy blond bangs hanging over his face as he stared at the floor. “That would be stupid. A lot of people don’t like this stuff, and that’s fine. I don’t want to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. It’s okay if I scared you, it really is. I’m sorry I came on so strong Friday, it was a bad idea and I shouldn’t have done it and I was drunk–”

Kai looks up at you for the first time in a while, big brown eyes watery behind his bangs and breaking your heart– he looked so truly guilty, like he had been beating himself up over this for days. Like he had spent the entire weekend pacing and tearing himself to shreds just as you had. You wish he had said something sooner, so you could have told him earlier that he didn’t do anything that you didn’t like, that he startled you but in a way that awakened something in you that you didn’t even know that you had. You wish you had the courage to tell him that he could have done whatever he wanted that night and you would have let him, because while this new side to him made you nervous it didn’t scare you. Hueningkai could never scare you.

It hits you then that there really wasn’t another secret, darker alter to Hueningkai, some frightening Jekyll and Hyde dynamic that your friends had placed into your head. Kai was always Kai, your sweet, perfect, nervous, nerdy, awkward Kai, even when he was saying the nastiest things you had ever heard in your life, and you felt very terrible very suddenly that you had ever doubted your trust in him.

“You don’t scare me, Kai.” You say simply, because you couldn’t get yourself to say anything else. The genuinely shocked look on Kai’s face at your words makes your chest ache.

“Really?” He asks just above a whisper. “I didn’t scare you?”

“No, I… I liked it.” You admit, face heating up. “I liked it, and I want more.”

Kai’s big puppy eyes change in an instant; suddenly he was gazing up at you like a predator, big brown eyes slanted and dark, dripping with a hunger you were frighteningly unfamiliar with. The sudden shift takes you by surprise, ignites a delicious fire in your belly. “Okay then.” Kai says slowly, taking his time easing out of his chair. You don’t miss the big, dizzying bulge in his sweats when he stands up. “Then let’s talk.”

[quilna]

im not too sure if this is the right account to send this ask to (very sorry if it isnt) but i was curious if youd be willing to chat/ramble about your own personal jekyll and hyde version? i remember having a small talk with you on artfight about your jekyll and hyde version (im dragondog from artfight if youre curious) and my curiosity has been peaked ever since. i need to know more. your own personal jekyll and hyde designs and story seem so interesting but i rarely see you talk about them which i think is just absolutely criminal.

:00000000

The sacred question has been asked - someone has asked about my ocs-

This is a perfectly okay account to ask this to! It's the closest I've got to a Jekyll and Hyde account after all.

Anyway, thank you so much for asking!!! This ask was gnawing at me in a good way for most of the day while I was away from my computer, considering what information to include and how to explain stuff. It was a lot of fun!

I'm also glad you found them interesting!!!

(Also going to say before I start is that my Jekyll and Hyde versions get very self indulgent which is why I usually keep them to myself so some factors about my story might sound rather weird or seem to come out of left field. Just a heads up.)

So I guess the best place to start would probably be with Jekyll and Hyde themselves?

Like the book, the two of them are basically the same person. When Jekyll turns into Hyde and vice versa, nobody 'takes control', it's more like getting high or drunk where they're still the same person but still act quite different or think differently from each other.

However, they do have differing opinions on each other. Hyde, being a less repressed version of Jekyll, understands a lot of Jekyll's emotions better than him. He knows when Jekyll regrets something or cares more than he wants to let on. Though, as much as he can have these realisations, when he turns back into Jekyll, he tends to dismiss them as 'irrational' thoughts brought on by the potion and not worth considering (aka, the repression kicks in and he refuses to entertain any conclusions he came to as Hyde.)

This leads to a lot of frustration and concerns from Hyde. The knowledge that he has to turn back into Jekyll, whereupon anything he's realised about themself, anything that could help them both, will be instantly dismissed by himself the moment he turns back. No matter how much he writes it down or tells it to himself again and again because it's not forgotten, Jekyll just doesn't want to look at it. And he can't just bother Jekyll as a hallucination ghost like most adaptations. When he turns back, Hyde is gone. Like a stain of breath on glass.

This also leads to fear from Hyde towards his alter ego - If Jekyll ever decided the potion wasn't worth his time and threw it away, Hyde would be unable to do anything about it, would be the one throwing it away in fact. He wouldn't be able to scream or protest or anything. And he enjoys being Hyde. It wouldn't really be death but he enjoys being Hyde so much and hates the monotony of Jekyll so much that it would be like a death.

Luckily, Jekyll isn't planning on throwing the potion out because they do feel the same way and Jekyll enjoys taking the potion and being Hyde just as much (even if he would never actually admit that's the reason). The fear is still there though, ever present.

...I've gotten so deep into explaining their relationship that I have not explained anything else yet, whoops.

Both Jekyll and Hyde have some inhuman traits about them since the first transformation. Jekyll has mildly reflective eyes like a cat but it can only be seen in certain lighting so nobody notices. He also moves with a little too much perfection, a little too graceful, a little lacking in the usual human clumsiness.

Hyde, meanwhile, is just very off putting in many ways. For one is his eyes as shown by this diagram that I made for artfight. (Also his teeth, and his insides being green)

His eyes change shape, a bit like a cartoon character. Other people can, in fact, see this and it is, in fact, weird for them. (He can also probably say <3 and everyone else asks how he just did that with his mouth.)

He also changes based on Jekyll's perception of himself and his 'evils'. This means he can get taller or shorter, or become more obviously monstrous or go back to just being a guy with an uneasy feel about him just based on Jekyll's opinions. If Jekyll starts to fear Hyde and view him as a threat, Hyde changes physically to reflect this.

Personality-wise, Jekyll likes to keep control over every aspect of his life, creating perfect schedules for everything that he's going to do in a day, timing each event down to the minute, designing contingencies in case anything unexpected happens. He can be friendly enough to other people for the sake of his image but he still comes across as rather cold and distant.

Hyde, meanwhile, is obviously free of all this and does whatever he pleases. He tends to be loyal and loving, to the point of being a little too obsessed, and is exceedingly open about how he's feeling. He's also incredibly truthful - he almost never lies about anything but will often fae-rule his way out of anyone realising the real truth. For example, he's very open about being Doctor Jekyll but nobody believes him because he'll just drop it into a conversation and won't elaborate or will elaborate in a way that just sounds even more like a lie. And, of course, Jekyll himself will obviously deny it, so...

Besides that, Jekyll keeps three lab rats, Noir, Spot, and Rose who, due to the potion being used on them, can also change shape like Jekyll and Hyde. As such, Hyde tends to take them with him when he goes out.

(Also, smaller headcanon but Hyde tends to repeat words or phrases twice, "Indeed indeed", "What? What?", etc. Just seemed like a fun addition.)

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Next, Lanyon.

Lanyon and Jekyll are on weird terms because they had a fight years back. After seeing Jekyll's science get more and more dangerous over the years, Lanyon was afraid that he would some day hurt himself in a way he couldn't take back or even die from it. After trying to convince Jekyll to stop for ages, Lanyon finally put their foot down and said that, if Jekyll didn't stop, they would leave.

Both Jekyll and Lanyon deeply regret the argument but neither of them can take it back. Jekyll is too stubborn to admit that he was ever in the wrong and Lanyon can't take it back because then they don't have anything else to hold over Jekyll's head to get him to stop.

At least, that was how the fight was initially.

After the potion was taken, Lanyon, who was very close to Jekyll's mad science experiments and was very used to seeing the signs that Jekyll had done something to himself, was the only person who noticed the change. Seeing Jekyll's new changes terrified Lanyon deeply because he knew Jekyll had done something but he didn't know what. Being a rather skittish person, Lanyon was too scared to speak to Jekyll after that, doing all they could to avoid him.

Maybe things could have continued that way with the two avoiding each other. However, after the fight, Lanyon came out as genderfluid.

They had been meddling with their own gender before in quiet but the fight basically gave Lanyon the midlife crisis moment they needed to go "You know what? I don't care about anyone's opinions. I've seen what caring about ones image did to Jekyll and I don't want to be anything like that."

And so came Hastie and Hattie, two names for the same person, just using different pronouns and names based on what Lanyon felt like at the time.

Jekyll, however, was avoiding hearing anything about Lanyon and completely missed this massive piece of information. Jekyll is also notably, very wrapped up in his own very small world and opinions (also, no internet). He has no idea that transness is a thing.

Hence, Jekyll believes that Hastie and Hattie are not the same person but, instead, brother and sister. Lanyon, meanwhile, who was so open and so gossiped about when they first came out, doesn't even realise that anyone could??? not know????? that they're the same?????? Everyone else knows! They don't even look that different!

This all cumulates in one fateful night where Lanyon, going by Hattie, and Hyde meet. The two of them get along like a house on fire, neither caring much for society's rules and both of them being in some way being shunned for their peculiarities. Hyde is much more outgoing and often pushes Lanyon outside of their comfort zone while Lanyon is more level-headed and can often do the planning and thinking that Hyde neglects to keep them both safe.

All the while, Hyde has no idea that he's talking to Hastie and Lanyon has no idea that they're talking to Jekyll.

Personality-wise Lanyon tends to be very down-to-earth and prefers to do things by the book for the most part. Though this is only for the most part - in terms of dealing with other people, Lanyon gets much more expressive, dressing wildly and often doing strange things like taking live geese into a dinner party. While this does allow them to express themselves in some ways that are beneficial to them, like becoming comfortable with their gender identity, some of these behaviours, like the live geese in the dinner party, are very much a way to push away the people around them, afraid of something going wrong after their experiences with Jekyll.

Until they meet Hyde, Utterson is their only friend (which Utterson is quite concerned about, often trying to encourage Lanyon to make more friends.)

Besides that, Lanyon is fond of gardening, collecting crystals, astrology, and yoga. They dabble with a lot of relaxation stuff like chamomile tea, incense, lavender, etc.

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Utterson, meanwhile, tends to be the most calm and collected out of the three of them, seemingly unbothered by most of what life throws at him and good at handling even the most stressful situations with ease. Not to mention, he has the most unexpected range of skills and knowledge. Whenever anyone has a problem, he's the number one person to go to for help.

However, for the most part, he fades into the background and tends to remain forgotten until someone needs him for something which leaves him lonely and often desperate for attention while being unable to get it. His work as a lawyer allows him to get fleeting amounts of attention, but it's not quite enough and that often leaves him vulnerable to falling in with bad people.

While Lanyon sees straight through Jekyll, Utterson has fallen quite a bit into seeing Jekyll as innocent and naïve, someone who doesn't fully understand how cruel the world can be and needs to be protected from it. This means, when Hyde shows up and Jekyll changes his will for him, Utterson is quite quickly defensive of Jekyll and aggressive towards Hyde, believing that Hyde has nothing but bad intentions. Hyde, however, is quite head-over-heels for Utterson and determined to seduce him or at least set him up with Jekyll.

While Utterson appears unaffected by anything that crosses his path, this is actually because he has difficulty expressing his emotions, his expression and tone generally remaining static. Only people close to him can generally tell what he's thinking and feeling as a result.

Personality-wise, Utterson is generally quite kindly and generous, often seen giving food and money to the homeless. Though, his morality can be a bit of a roulette wheel at times, willing to do questionable things at times if he deems it for a good enough cause.

In terms of hobbies, he will often bake things for his friends and carried the three of them through university as the only one who could actually cook. He also has a slightly more morbid interest in taxidermy and keeps a room in his house for his work.

(For another smaller headcanon, he and Lanyon tend to get into pun fights, much to Jekyll's agony.)

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Then there's Lenore Carew (aka, Lisa Carew, she just got renamed along the way). She makes up the third member of Hyde's little friendship squad with Lanyon. An excitable lady with an interest in the occult and monsters. She and Jekyll were once set to be married but, due to a mutual realisation that neither liked the other in that way, they broke it up. Jekyll has been avoiding her ever since, finding the situation awkward, but Hyde is very much down to be friends with her again.

While she does her best to live up to her family name, being as much of a respectable and graceful lady as she can be, in her spare time she'll often sneak out to go running after whatever haunted house or cryptid sighting she's heard of lately.

The actual reason for her interest is because her mother, before she died, was a prophet, gifted with Sight and Lenore, raised with all these stories of her grandeur and powers, is determined to find a way to awaken those same powers in herself.

However, along the way, these powers actually do start to manifest and, as it turns out, a lot scarier and more difficult to control than she ever realised.

Most particularly, sometimes when she looks at Jekyll, she sees something - or someone - else in his place. She has no idea what these visions mean, whether it's a vision from the future, from the past, or something else entirely.

Personality-wise, while she can excitable and often gets ahead of herself, she can be very kind and compassionate towards others, always the first to slow down and check if someone is okay or to offer a hug to those in need. She can also often show a childish side, enjoying stuffed toys, getting along well with kids, or just playing games.

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Uh, so anyway, there's a bunch more but this post is getting long and I've taken all day with this. If I take much longer, it's going to look like I'm not going to answer. I think this is the stuff that most people would be interested in anyway, Lanyon, Utterson, Jekyll, and Hyde. I'm still missing out an explanation of the worldbuilding itself and the antagonists, not to mention little details and side characters like Poole and such.

I fool around with these characters a lot and that means there's more information than I even remember most of the time until something pops into my head and I go "Ohhhh that plot point. That was fun."

Thank you again for the ask!!!!

[the-flower-named-fire]

Reverse Jekyll and Hyde

A feared and respected villain, decides to eliminate what is left of good and mercifull in him, considering it a form of weakness.

Which results in a good and kind alter ago that leave his enemies and allies confused

Maybe the alter ego himself is confused, I think BOTH begin unaware of each other existence is even funnier

Ok, I based this ideia a little in the new Manhua/Mawha/Manha(How the hell how I write this) I am reading

Im not that kind of talent

I just loved Deon begin this powerful Zero Commander and begin like 'who me?' and having no idea what is going on while everyone is just scared or admire him

So my villain is more of a fantasy general of a magical kingdom than a superhero's villain

I didn't like his trigger is getting drunk

I much prefer my villain to have a blood trigger, but his own blood only

[nileqt87]

Ramblings about Lucifer referencing Bones, “Close your eyes.” and shows influencing each other

That was never just a Bones reference being made and the season finale admitted it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jv_1dJk5yEM

David Boreanaz played the ironically-named Angel on Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: the Series. His character has *so many* parallels with Lucifer (far more than Booth outside of the law enforcement/crime procedural connection).

Angel's spinoff also has noir crime drama aspects mixed with the supernatural starring an immortal protagonist with a dark past and infamously villainous reputation fighting evil as a supernatural private detective in the City of Angels (a city known for its dark underbelly juxtaposed with fame and glamor, broken dreams and chasing eternal youth) and navigating human law (including the LAPD and evil lawyers) while not legally existing.

Angel also fell in love with a blonde human heroine (Buffy Summers) after lifetimes of self-destructive, not-so-heroic behaviors (getting his soul back did *not* make Angel a hero and human Liam was a lecherous drunk with unfulfilled ambitions and father issues) who inspired him to become a better man and make human connections.

AtS made heavy use of sprawling nighttime Downtown L.A. cityscape shots, which Lucifer also shared an abundance of.

During both of their first cases, they failed to save the troubled blonde girl they were trying to help (Tina and Delilah, respectively). They also have a connection inside the LAPD through a blonde cop who also takes their identity secrets pretty badly (Kate Lockley in Angel's case).

Note that Buffy not only screamed (twice, given it repeated during her memory loss in Halloween), but also came after Angel with a crossbow when she thought he'd attacked her mother (it was Darla), so Chloe taking the Devil face reveal (Monster Reveals are iconic old horror imagery) poorly to the point of considering poisoning is par for the course. However, it only took Buffy seven episodes instead of three seasons to get the identity reveal via seeing the horrific second face (arguably also an accident on Angel's part).

They are metaphorically or literally Hell's angels. They also had long stays in Hell or a hell dimension.

Lucifer and Angel are also both Prodigal Sons with long-held grudges against their long-absent fathers (patricide in Liam/Angel(us)'s case) and they're later faced with a situation where they have unexpected, thought-impossible offspring who show up as adults (neither got to raise their miracle child) wanting revenge. Yup, major Connor/Rory parallel there.

Angel is also in a constant struggle with the Powers that Be manipulating his fate and free will (like Lucifer, he's a champion of free will no matter the cost) and making him prophecy's bitch.

Bones famously got jokes about how Booth is Angel getting his Shanshu (made human), since the character is given constant Angel-isms like references to a dark past having killed people (Booth is also named after a historical murderer, in addition to having been a sniper), both being Catholics full of Catholic guilt (note that the Buffyverse is most accurately polytheistic, though Angel does face off against a take on the antichrist--Angel has constant biblical imagery/themes and not just because of vampire iconography), kicking down doors (just not off their entire frames--LOL), turning on a dime and threatening people up against walls, constant wink-wink references to the Buffyverse (familiar casting, references to the Hyperion Hotel, etc...), etc...

The Lucifer finale used the words "Close your eyes." right before Lucifer is sent to Hell. This is literally the BtVS season 2 finale where Buffy kisses Angel and sends him to hell for a century with a stab to the gut (see the season 5 finale, not to mention Lucifer giving up his life for Chloe's à la I Will Remember You).

Note that D.B. Woodside was on BtVS (playing Robin Wood, whose Slayer mother Nikki Wood was killed by Spike). Aimee Garcia was in both episodes of AtS (Birthday--she's older than she looks!) and Bones. See her also playing a cross-wearing religious girl on Supernatural who was slaughtered in a police precinct by Lilith. Kevin Alejandro was also in an episode of Bones.

Tricia Helfer was in an episode of Supernatural playing a ghost who reenacts the night of her death every year. BtVS also had an episode along those lines, but with Buffy and Angelus possessed (not to mention Phantom Dennis!). Lucifer having Dan as a ghost is yet another thing they all have in common (ditto referencing Ghost, Patrick Swayze and/or Unchained Melody--Vincent Schiavelli a.k.a. Ghost's subway ghost was Jenny's uncle Enyos, whom Angelus killed).

Lucifer name-checked Castiel and Supernatural referenced Lucifer using their Lucifer (crime-fighting angel in L.A. made it a double-reference whammy). Supernatural returned the favor again by having Castiel forced to sing in Enochian. Lucifer's reference to his singing voice was already a zing about Misha Collins having to put on that monotone gravel voice and Enochian being far from melodious.

Russell T Davies was quite heavily inspired by the Buffyverse when he revived Doctor Who and spun off Torchwood, so there are absolute tons of Buffy, Angel and Spike respectively in Rose Tyler, the 9th/10th Doctors, Captain Jack Harkness and Captain John Hart (right down to the actor). School Reunion is the episode where the Buffyverse inspiration is most on the nose, complete with Anthony Stewart Head saying "shooty dog thing" in a school setting and a Mayor/Angel-esque speech about the curse of immortality. The Time War gave the Doctor a huge genocide-level guilt complex. Note that the creator of DC comics' version of Lucifer, Neil Gaiman, has also written for Doctor Who and is also the co-creator of Good Omens (the show is brimming with Doctor Who Easter eggs thanks to David Tennant). A barely-recognizable Tom Ellis played Martha Jones' ex-fiancé Tom Milligan during the Year that Never Was, as well.

A lot of shows take inspiration from the Buffyverse and you've probably seen some of them. It isn't just the copycat vampire romance stories either.

Angel's forerunners in turn were a mix of guilt-stricken, rat-eating Louis de Pointe du Lac (his Jekyll/Hyde-esque alter-ego Angelus is closer to the pre-retcon, fully-evil Lestat de Lioncourt, who got woobified into an antihero rocker not unlike Spike--the entire Fanged Four mirror Anne Rice's character lineup), sword-wielding, immortality trope-influencers Connor/Duncan MacLeod of Highlander fighting for the Prize of humanity (akin to Pinocchio becoming a "real boy"--see also Barnabas Collins of Dark Shadows, though he was before vampires became antihero superheroes, not just sympathetic antivillains) and Nick Knight of Forever Knight (vampire detective).

Additionally, Tom Welling was famously the longest-serving Clark Kent of them all (Smallville) on the old WB (there's that DC comics connection, too), so it's not just a Fox shows thing (though Fox, not just Warner Brothers, did indeed own the Buffyverse). One of the least-known things about Clark is that he also has an immortality problem where he wouldn't age parallel to Lois (they wouldn't be able to have kids either) without a workaround. The Kryptonite line directed at Cain/Pierce by Lucifer was quite on the nose! Lucifer and Smallville sort of crossed over even further in Crisis on Infinite Earths, so Tom is canonically the face of both Clark and Cain in parallel universes of the DC multiverse.

Supernatural had quite recently had their own takes on Cain (played by Timothy Omundson, who also played God Johnson) and the Mark of Cain when Lucifer did it. Dan's killer Le Mec was, of course, Rob Benedict, who was God a.k.a. Chuck Shurley, the ultimate villain of Supernatural. Richard Speight, Jr., who was archangel Gabriel/Loki the Trickster, directed a lot of Lucifer's later episodes in addition to being a prolific Supernatural director.

Supernatural and Lucifer use the exact same font for their titles (Supernatural Knight).

The X-Files (which Supernatural referenced constantly) and Supernatural also had stories about nephilim (see the apocryphal Book of Enoch). Lucifer ultimately had two nephilim (forbidden interspecies offspring of angels and humans), even if not saying so as a known concept. Connor can also be compared to the vampire equivalent of being something like a dhampir, though he's not quite that (mostly-but-not-quite-human offspring of two vampires instead of a human/vampire hybrid--see Blade for an actual dhampir). Supernatural has also covered the even rarer cambion species (human/demon hybrid).

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Leathan McKinney *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Aidan Turner) https://youtu.be/o524HaR7jfE?t=14

Partner(s): Single. Parents: Grainne and Eoin McKinney Kids: None. Siblings: Torin, Lorcan, Seamus, Malachy, Callahan, and Imogen Age: Immortal but translates into late 20′s/start 30′s Birthday: 3rd of November. Height: 179cm (5.8ft) Body type: Slim but muscular. Eye color: Light gray. Known powers: Immortal/Demon/Supernatural. Air mimicry (The power to transform into or have a physical body made up of air.) Scorpion Physiology (Power to use the abilities of scorpions.) Amokinesis (Power to manipulate the emotion of love or desire)  Invocation (The ability to gain control over the targets by speaking their name, though limited to humans) Banishment (The power to banish an object or being from a specific place.) Transmutation (The power to alter the forms/structure of matter/energy.)  About: Flirtatious, Cheeky, Spontaneous, Outgoing, Superficial, Confident, Amoral, Charismatic, Selfish, Troublesome, Open-minded, Provocative, Competitive, Playful, Unreliable, Perverse, Morbid, Dishonest, Scheming, Irresponsible, Arrogant, Disrespectful, Careless, Apathetic and Blunt. ~ Just another black sheep of the McKinney clan. ~ Sexuality: Omnisexual (Attracted equally to all human beings (men, women, transexuals, etc.) … A person who can be sexually attracted to anyone and anything, from men/women/everything in … and also non-human, and inanimate objects) ~ Has shoulder length black hair. ~ Can be rather Flamboyant at times. ~ Nothing is a taboo when it comes to sex. ~ Lives with a couple family members. ~ Tries to behave when he’s around humans, but anything goes when he’s among family. ~ Will flirt with literally anyone. ~ You have a pet cactus? - He’ll flirt with that too! ~ Does not care for rules or authority. ~ Only barely sticks to the McKinney clan rules, as a means of survival. ~ Will sacrifice anyone to get what he wants. ~ Beside that, he can be a pretty cool guy to hang around. ~ Always up for some fun. ~ Sex is always on the menu. The kinkier the better. ~ Can’t stand people chewing with their mouth open. ~ Would never expect anyone to fulfill his sexual hunger. ~ Finds it easy to strike conversations, although he doesn’t talk that much. ~ Gets drunk a lot. ~ Prefers to live among humans, and haven’t lived at any of the two McKinney castles for decades. ~ Always wears knee high black leather high heel boots. ~ Into black magic. ~ Smells like: Earthy, like the ground after rain, or the air right before/during thunder. ~ Fights a lot. ~ Is very good at getting others into trouble. ~ Gets very amused when he gets others into trouble. ~ Dislikes computers. ~ Prefers rainy weather over any weather. ~ Hates snow! ~ Despises being told what to do. ~ Loves: Sex, clubbing, alcohol, chili pepper - the hotter the better, insects, blood, getting what he wants and puppies (don’t worry he actually genuinely love puppies and would never harm one!) ~ His style is: Black knee high heeled leather boots, black sweatpants, and dark gray slightly see through shirt. ~ Doesn’t care if you like him or not.

Leathan’s tag Leathan’s house/home Leathan’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe him: Jonathan Thulin - Jekyll and Hyde (feat. Rapture Ruckus) Personal Playlist: 1. ATB - Too Much Rain 2. BANKS - The Devil 3. Calvin Harris & Alesso - Under Control (Official Video) ft. Hurts 4. Sash! - Adelante 5. Robert Miles - Children 6. Kygo, Miguel - Remind Me to Forget 7. Deadmau5 & Kaskade - I Remember 8. Marshmello - Alone 9. French Affair - My Heart Goes Boom (La Di Da Da) 10. Brooklyn Bounce - Bass, Beats & Melody 11. Gigi D'Agostino - Bla Bla Bla 12. MEDUZA, Becky Hill, Goodboys - Lose Control 13. Alex Gaudino feat. Crystal Waters - Destination Calabria 14. Taio Cruz - Break Your Heart 15. Faithless - God Is a DJ

[fortune-fool02]

A Light’s Darkness

Jonathan Joestar x female reader x Dio Brando

Okay, this was an idea I had and it is inspired by the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde situation. 

Warnings: angst

Please enjoy.

Throughout his entire life, Jonathan had been forced to live a certain lifestyle. He was of the noble name of Joestar and was set up on a pedestal, having his life set out for him before he could even walk. 

Live how other nobles did, proper and cultured, endure every opera he was forced to attend and continuously lift his head high to dawn the finest of clothing and arts. Servants stood by his side, ready to rush off and get anything he asked of them on a whim’s notice. Many would adore this lifestyle, having riches at his fingertips and anything he wanted, but while it was glamorous, Jonathan wanted something else. 

As a Joestar, he was forbidden to indulge in anything that could tarnish the family name and reputation. This led to a bland life with no sparks of excitement nor colour, and that was what Jonathan wanted. He wanted to experience things without harming the family name. To experience the desires and urges that whispered in the back of him mind, tapping their nails against his skull that he was forced to swat away. 

He wished to find a way to live out these desires without fear of judgement, and so that was what he dedicated months of research to. Of course, this was silent, a secret only he knew of. He didn’t want others to know of it in concern that they wouldn’t understand it and try to stop him. Though, [Name], his beloved, had always told him to follow his dreams and that she would always support him. That was one of the many things he adored about her. 

It had taken months of failures, corrections and alternatives before he had done it. The chemical formula was complete though it still required testing. And Jonathan was more than willing to use himself for the experiment, this was his research and therefore it was only right that he endure it. He drunk a small sample of the formula and wrote down some notes on it, keeping a watch for any notices in behavioural changes or anything new. It took only a matter of moments after that before the formula took effect. 

His body erupted into agony, flames scorching under his skin and flowing around his body with his blood. The room around him spun madly, a disorientating cloud filling his head. For a moment, Jonathan believed he might have been dying with the pain. That was when he noticed his reflection in a mirror, his dark hair grew lighter and lighter, matching the colour of the sun in a golden blonde colour. Those bright blue eyes melted into an amber glow as his features changed, growing sharper even. 

When the pain faded, the man standing in the room was no longer Jonathan Joestar but someone else entirely. And the sense of freedom he felt was incredible, no chains to bind him to expectations and judgement, no fear weighing him down. He felt as if he was born anew. Dio wasted no time in dressing himself in more clothing to his taste before venting off to explore, in search of something to enjoy. 

This cycle continued for a handful of days, Jonathan would wait until nightfall before taking the formula and allowing himself as Dio to go out and enjoy what the world had to offer. But he also made sure to spend time with [Name] and the others to ensure that he was alright and maintain his relationship with them. Though, things got a little...problematic one night with Dio. 

[Name] had been heading to the manor to see Jonathan when she crossed paths with Dio, with their minds being the same, he was aware of who she was and her relation with Jonathan. And as a man, he had thoughts and desires involving her but these he kept quiet out of respect, but Dio thought no such things. He had spoken with her, giving a polite facade to the [Hair colour] woman. He could understand why Jonathan would have such thoughts, she was beautiful and kind. Perfect for Jonathan. 

Dio had invited her to a house of his own for drinks, a way for them to get to know each other better with him being a “very good friend” of Jonathan’s, and she refused politely. That was when the anger began to swirl and fester inside of Dio, she refused him. Him. How could she do such a thing? He insisted still and yet she continued to decline them, and that was when he snapped. His hand made contact with her cheek hard, leaving a sharp stinging pain there along with a mark rapidly forming. Tears trickled from her [Eye colour] orbs from that, holding the slight burning cheek before getting up and dashing off. 

Jonathan was not happy about that, he was devastated. Dio had harmed his [Name]. He couldn’t allow Dio out anymore, the man was becoming aggressive towards others and Jonathan struggled to keep him at bay. There were moments where he would start transforming without the formula now, and that terrified him. The last thing Jonathan wanted was someone to get hurt because of Dio, and so he locked the formula away but that did little to help as Dio continued to grow stronger with each passing day whilst Jonathan struggled to keep the monster at bay.

He began secluding himself away in his laboratory that he constructed in the cellar, refusing to leave the room and, as expected, the servants grew concerned for their master, as well as everyone else.  

[Name] stood outside the door to the cellar, concern twisting inside of her in a serpent. Jonathan’s behaviour worried her and she wanted to help him in any way she could. She brought her hand up and knocked against the wood. 

“JoJo, it’s me, [Name]. Can I come in?” she called out, hoping that he heard her, there was a tone in her voice that gave concern. She just wanted to make sure that her lover was alright, the mark on her cheek was gone now and it no longer stung. Though, she could easily remember the pained expression on his face when she told him what happened, he looked so hurt as if he was the one who had been struck. He did what he could to help her calm down but there was this look in his eyes, a hidden anger towards whoever had harmed her. 

She could hear movement and shuffling around on the other side of the door, so she knew he was awake and about. She tried the door handle to find it locked, “JoJo, please, let me in.” She spoke softly, her hand resting against the door. 

“[Name], I’m sorry but...I can’t.” Jonathan’s voice was soft, hushed and tired. He sounded exhausted. Concern flourished more now. This was not like Jonathan at all. 

“Jonathan, please, I want to help you. I’m worried about you. Please.” He could hear the soft concern stitched into her tone and it tugged at his heart, he wanted nothing more than to throw the door open and hold [Name]. To feel that sense of security and protection that she was able to give off, and yet he didn’t want to risk Dio harming her again. But...

Slowly, hesitantly, he unlocked the lock on the door, allowing her to enter. Her eyes swirled with worry at the sight of him. His hair a mess, exhaustion carved into his form with his heavy shoulders and slumped posture. 

“Oh JoJo...” She rose her hand up, gently caressing his cheek and he leaned into her warm touch, missing it. “What are you doing to yourself, JoJo? Why trap yourself down here?” She kept her hand there, softly caressing his cheek to offer whatever comfort she could. Jonathan pulled away, despite not wishing to, and wandered back into the cellar and over to his desk, once neat and organised now a mess of paper, and slumped down in the chair. 

“Need to finish this...I need to get it right.” he responded, turning to the piles of papers on his desk and sorting through them. Get what right? When did he start doing all of this? 

“JoJo, what are you talking about? What is all this?” She asked, standing by his side and placing a hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it. He didn’t look at her, still attempting to arrange the papers. 

“I...did something terrible. Something against science.” he told her, how could he think this was a good idea? Why did he have to meddle in something that should have been left alone? He needed to fix this, he needed to get rid of Dio for good before he did anything else. The thought of that seemed to anger the alter ego as a familiar buzz started to fill his head. 

No, not now. Not with [Name] here. Jonathan held his head as the aches began to slide down his spine and spread throughout his body, feeling that burning anger clawing at his soul. A pained groan slipped his lips as he held his head more, turning away from his [Hair colour] lover. 

“[Name], please...get out of here, please.” Jonathan begged, trying to repress the anger and force it back into the box but Dio wasn’t allowing that, pushing back against Jonathan with force. He wouldn’t be silence. [Name], oblivious to what was happening, gave him a confused look. 

“Why? I can’t just leave you here. JoJ-” Before she could finish her sentence, a pained cry ripped from his mouth, flecks of his dark hair already starting to lighten blonde. 

“[Name], please! I’m begging you! Get out of here!” he shouted, his attempts growing more desperate and fearful as the transformation proceeded. [Name] took a step back, a little shocked by this sudden change in tone and the look in his eyes. His hair continued to lighten more, the his feature altering as his eyes did before forcing himself away from her, holding himself in a way as one would attempting to restrain something. 

[Name] only stared in silent shock as Jonathan’s form changed painfully into someone else entirely, his pained cries altering in tone and voice until there was no trace of Jonathan’s sweet, kind voice among them. Instead, there was this deep, soothing voice like velvet but that did little to soothe her fear. There, standing where Jonathan was once, was Dio. 

She blinked once, twice, trying to understand what she had just witnessed. Jonathan had...transformed into Dio. Jonathan and Dio... are the same person? How is this possible? Dio straightened his posture, ran a hand through his golden blonde locks with a heavy sigh, relieved to be in one in control again. Sharp ember eyes soon landed on the [Hair colour] woman standing there, shaking lightly with cold fear raking her body. 

“Greetings, mademoiselle.” he spoke, lips curling into a smirk at the fear she radiated. A mouse in the presence of a hawk, afraid, He sauntered over to her, his hand trailing along the desk and brushing away the loose papers, his eyes locked onto her. “How is your cheek? It seems to have healed well.” That seemed to snap [Name] out of her trance and she turned on her heel, bolting towards the door to escape him. Dio only chuckled at this action, finding her futile attempt of escape adorable, as he grabbed her wrist tightly, pulling her back towards him and away from the door. 

“JoJo has always been so wary of us meeting, my dear. It was inevitable that out paths cross yet again.” He twirled her around, his hold on her firm and unyielding, refusing to let her go. She was such a delicate flower, in his eyes, one that belonged to him. [Name] did try with all her might to fight against Dio but it was useless, the man’s grip remained. 

“Let me go!” She shouted, trying to kick him in the knee only to be responded with a chuckle. 

“Now, now, you wouldn’t want JoJo to be hurt too, would you? He and I share this body and what harm comes to me comes to him too.” That made her look at him with worry in her eyes, such an adorable expression. His other hand grabbed hold of her jaw, preventing her from looking away from him. “You’re so sweet, like a delicate rose.” 

[Name] tried to move her head away, unable to from his hold, as he pressed his lips against hers. His grip keeping her in place as he kissed her deeply, [Name] tried to pull away from it, not wanting his lips upon hers but she couldn’t. She made no attempt at all to reciprocate the kiss but that didn’t bother Dio. The fact he was able to kiss her, to hold her and touch her, was what mattered. He could break down Jonathan’s mental state with this, crumble down the relationship between he and [Name], all of this allowing Dio to grow stronger to claim the body as his own for good. 

Jonathan made the mistake of messing around with something he didn’t understand, and now he and all those he cared for would suffer the consequences. 

[fishymom-art]

im proud of myself.

(imagine one of them slips and accidentally calls the other one sexy /j)

Jekyll would be pretty used to

calling Hyde sexy while drunk. Like honestly??? He just goes "damn my alter ego is very handsome" looking at Hyde and he be like "bitch what"

[melodiouswhite]

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten - Ch. 36

36. Tension

Jekyll thought that, since Hyde now had a partner in crime, it should only be fair that he'd have one as well.

Turned out that for someone who was always the voice of reason, Lady Summers was quite mad herself. And she was delighted to share her own scientific discoveries with him.

Sometimes they spent the evenings in her cellar or his lab, experimenting on her samples or working on his formulas.

One evening, it was her lab they were in and she was showing him a dark powder in a vial.

“So I have identified the impurity that made your formula work.”

He beamed at her. “Really?!”

She grinned sheepishly.

“Well, to be fair it was actually my butler. I managed to separate it and when I showed it to my servants, Sameer recognised it as a drug from his homeland India. He said that Indian sages use it for meditation. Together with a few other compounds it's supposed to enable you to access the wisdom of the cosmos or something, I don't know. Ask him, he can explain it better. Anyway, it's a spiritual, transcendental thing, so it should interest you more than me.”

He laughed. Yes, no doubt it would.

Despite being a medium, Lady Summers was sensible and pragmatic. Rising higher than anyone else, she remained a woman of the world. She never lost touch to reality.

Jekyll had no idea how she did it, but he envied her for it.

She smiled at him. “You give me too much credit, Doctor. Now, do tell me of your discoveries about the blood samples I lent you.”

The Doctor blushed awkwardly. “It sounds a bit far-fetched, Milady, but …”

“But what?”

Seeing her intrigued mien, he continued: “It seems that your blood indeed has rejuvenating qualities. I don't know why, but it's different from normal blood. That would explain why I suddenly looked much younger, after you donated your blood to save Hyde and me last autumn.”

She beamed at him.

“Eureka! So this is why I'm not growing older!”, she cried in delight, “Now all we have to do is to find out what gives it its rejuvenating powers! I have failed to find the answer for thirty years, but now it's within my – pardon, I mean our, grasp!”

Jekyll enjoyed the times when he cooperated with the Lady.

But the time he had was limited by the fact that he had a surgery to run.

Which was a bit complicated by the fact that Hyde was being particularly fidgety for some reason.

After seeing off his last patient and retreating to his office for the paper work, he found that working was going to be hard.

Why?

Because Hyde had to choose now of all times to appear in the mirror, because he was bored and … well, being his shameless, attention-whoring self.

Namely, he was nagging and flirting.

After he somehow, miraculously had got a considerable stag of paper work done (in spite of Hyde's nagging), his patience was on the verge of snapping. He still had work to do, he couldn't concentrate and all the whining was giving him a headache. Not to mention he was still sour about-

“Hyde”, he growled slowly. “Shut. The fuck. Up! I have work to do and I really don't feel like putting up with your nonsense! Not now, not here, not anywhere else and definitely not any time this week!”

Hyde frowned. “Whoa, Jekyll, warn me next time you're in your red phase!”

“I don't care, just shut up!”, Jekyll snapped. He was just so done right now. “You're really in no position to whine into my ears!”

If anyone is, it's me!

The brunette puffed his cheeks. “Don't be so snappy. I don't complain, when you beg for my attention, when I'm out.”

The blond's eyes narrowed. “That's because you're a fucking attention-whore, who sucks up any kind of positive attention he can get! And I don't ask for your fucking attention nearly as much as you for mine. Now if you would just shut the fuck up already, because for just one day – one fucking day! – I want to be able to do my work in peace!”

The younger man frowned: “Got out on the wrong side of the bed? Jekyll, what's the matter? It's not like you to say 'fuck' so extensively. Or to insult me so harshly, for that matter. I wasn't asking to be let out, just for you to spare an hour for me.”

Oh, that was too much!

The Doctor jumped up and slammed his hands onto the table.

“You want to know what the problem is? You want my attention so badly? Alright, fine! If that's what you want, you'll get it, you brat! You're pissing me off! After the terrible things that happened to us, I tried to take it easy, but do you have the faintest idea how hard that is, when you constantly nag and whine into my ears, when I try to get work done?! Just a kind reminder, you live on my wealth, but my wealth isn't infinite! I've had no income for several months! Almost half of my fortune is gone! I pay for everything! The money on your bank account? It's mine! And on top of that, I pay Lady Summers 1500£ per month for our therapy!”

Hyde lifted an eyebrow. “Are you finished-?”

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M FINISHED???”

The brunette winced.

Jekyll took a deep breath and growled: “I'm just getting started! You have no room to complain, you brat! I've been letting you out more often than usual, and not just because I wanted to get drunk and laid! You know that, Hyde! It used to be so, but I find myself doing it for your sake just as for mine these days! You're the one who gets to go wild and free and now you have even more fun, because there is someone who's just as crazy as you are! Hasn't the fun been doubled for you, thanks to Miss Donovan?! Does it not feel great to have a partner in crime?! Do you think that I don't feel how ecstatic you are, that someone likes the things you like, thinks the way you think and even joins you in your – in our – debauchery?!

And don't even get me started on your interaction with Gabriel lately! I can understand, that he chose to give you his first kiss, because in that moment you fucking needed it! But now you had to go and steal his first French kiss too! What will come next? The entirety of his body?! His heart?! His soul?! His first confession of love?! Why is it that you get to be first in everything, while I always come in second?! Why you?! You don't know about the emotional depth Gabriel puts into the things he does! Every time he lets you have one of his firsts, he gives a part of himself to you! But you don't understand that! It means nothing to you! You don't love him, you don't even know what love is! Every single of his affections means the world to me, but you … you …”

His voice failed him. He sank back into his chair and buried his face in his hands.

It wasn't fair!

Hyde didn't love Utterson. Utterson didn't love Hyde.

So why, why did he get to be first in everything?

It was just all too much.

He broke into sobs and cried into his hands.

“Jekyll …”

The blond winced, when he suddenly felt his alter ego's icy hands pry his warm ones away to cup his face.

When did he leave the mirror?

“Come now, my Doctor”, Hyde cooed, “I know that you're jealous, but this is ridiculous.”

“Shut up!”, Jekyll sobbed, “It's not like you actually understand my emotions!”

“Jekyll …”

“I hate you, Edward Hyde! I hate you so m–mmph!”

Hyde kissed him.

“No, you don't”, he mumbled against his lips, “Don't lie to me, Henry.”

Then he kissed him again, more forward this time.

Jekyll tried to push him back, but the smaller was holding his head in a vice-like grip. He sobbed against those icy, chapped lips.

He wanted to kiss back, but at the same time he did not.

I hate him … I love him … why is it so hard for me to make up my mind?!

Finally the little bastard broke the kiss completely and let go.

“You're too emotional”, Hyde remarked, shaking his head. “Acting like a child right now, are you?”

Jekyll glared at him: “No, Hyde, you're just not emotional enough. Also, you're one to talk. You were being childish earlier!”

The brunette shrugged: “Well, to my defence, Henry: as Edward Hyde, I'm technically less than nine years old. At the same time I'm both legally twenty and your age. But you're simply a fifty-years-old man. You're supposed to be the mature one, not me.”

Jekyll laughed joylessly: “That's no excuse, Hyde. Also, thank you for reminding me, that wanting to screw you makes me a bloody paedophile! As if I wasn't already vile enough!”

The younger man sighed irritably: “It's not paedophilia, if I'm not a minor. Goddammit, Henry, we already had that discussion! It's not a child's body you're lusting after. We both know, that you didn't make me twenty, just so I could legally screw around!”

“When I created you, your legal age was eighteen”, Jekyll reminded him drily. “You only told me two years ago, that you didn't want to stay like that forever.”

“Your point? You just could've decided over my head, that I'm fifteen or younger. Look at all the people who believe that I'm thirteen or less!”

The blond stared at him in horror. “That's disgusting, Hyde!”

“Exactly. Now remind me, why did you make me older?”

Jekyll reflected for a moment.

That was a good question, actually.

Why had he decided that Hyde should be older?

At first sight, the brunette looked rather androgynous and definitely very young. He was thin, had narrow shoulders and an effeminate face. And he often acted like a hobbadehoy*.

Then he thought of how Hyde's body actually looked under his clothes and remembered.

“Because your physique is too mature to belong to someone so young. And because you can judge a situation and act accordingly. You're impulsive, but you know what you're doing.”

Hyde smiled and nodded in satisfaction. “Exactly. And because you're – at least in this regard – not a total pervert. The fact I don't want to fuck minors either proves it. So don't worry your pretty head about it, my dear soulmate.”

Then he kissed him again.

This time the older man kissed back and wrapped his arms around the younger, pulling him onto his lap.

Hyde chuckled against his lips and wrapped his arms around his neck in return.

They didn't go further, not this time.

Yet it was oddly intimate.

It wasn't one of those heated, rough battles of dominance filled with anger and hateful lust.

It was tenderness and reassurance and the promise that everything would be fine, one way or another. That they would always be there for each other.

Henry Jekyll loved and hated Edward Hyde, but in that moment, he could forget about the latter.

When the make-out session ended, he felt renewed and alive.

“Edward …”, he whispered and leaned his forehead against the other's.

I'm sorry for lashing out at you earlier …

“Forget about that, Fairest”, the brunette responded to his thought. “You're exhausted. Go to sleep. I'll take care of everything for you.”

Hyde shooed his creator over to the couch and then turned his attention to the paper work.

Jekyll had finished a considerable amount, but there was still a lot to be done.

Hyde frowned.

Oh dear … that sure is a lot of bills and letters to answer!

He decided, that he would do the letters first. Mathematics would be a relief after wrecking his brain over Jekyll's correspondence.

There was just one problem: like Jekyll, he was naturally right-handed, but he had taught himself to write with the left to distinguish himself from his creator. Jekyll's handwriting wasn't his.

I have to forge it.

The brunette took an empty piece of paper and tried to write a few sentences with the right hand.

At first the writing was a bit shaky. But a few attempts later, the autograph resembled that of his creator perfectly.

Note to self: practise writing with the right one again. Better to be able to write with both hands equally.

That decision being made, he went to work.

His hand started hurting after a while and he was tempted to do the rest with the left. But no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't get the exact slope by writing with the left. Whelp. He would have to suck it up and deal with his cramped hand later.

After finishing the last letter, he sighed in relief.

Oh, how he hated that part of Jekyll's work! Not only was it the most time-consuming, but writing the letters just the way Jekyll would, with the exact same wording, that was torture!

Thank goodness, now I can finally do the bills!

That was child's play.

At least to Hyde it was.

To many people – Jekyll included – mathematics was dull and boring, but not to him. It was like himself – cold, practical and flexible. There weren't a hundred ways to interpret mathematics. There were many ways to come to the same conclusion, but not the other way! The calculation was either right or wrong. It was that simple!

If only people were as easy as mathematics …

Hyde had just finished the finances, when he felt his corporeal form begin to weaken.

Good timing. He had feared that he wouldn't be able to keep it up long enough to finish all.

Fuck, that was exhausting!

A soft moan got his attention.

Jekyll was sleeping on the couch, out like a light.

Hyde sighed tiredly and floated over to him.

The older man shifted a little and mumbled incoherently in his sleep.

The younger crouched down next to the other's head and listened. Just like himself, Jekyll talked in his sleep sometimes. What would he say this time?

“Edward …”

Hyde frowned. That was oddly coherent. Was the blond not asleep after all?

“I love you …”

The brunette's eyes widened and he felt his cheeks heat up. Alright, the blond was dreaming. There was no way he would have said that while awake!

“Please don't go …”, the other whimpered in his sleep. He was having a nightmare, that much was clear.

Hyde grew concerned. “Henry, I'm right here.”

“I'm sorry …”

Alright, what the hell was the other dreaming?! The young man held his hand to the sleeping man's forehead. Pictures flashed before his eyes.

They were separated. He was there, wearing his black raincoat, carrying a travelling bag. There was an argument between him and Jekyll, a nasty one. He saw himself look at Jekyll with a cold mien, then turn his back and leave.

Oh, Jekyll …

“Henry”, he whispered, “Can you hear me? I'm not leaving you. I'm right here.”

The blond sniffed. His arms twitched, as if he wanted to hug him.

“Really?”

Hyde sighed and stroked his creator's blond, tousled hair. “Really. It's just a dream. I'm not going anywhere.”

“Just a dream …”

For a second the brunette thought that he'd wake up. But he didn't.

“You'll never leave me, right? Not even, if I separated you completely?”, the other choked.

“Shhhh”, the younger cooed. “My dear soulmate, don't start bawling on me again. I'm here. I will always be there. For better and for worse.”

He didn't know what compelled him to promise that. But he meant it.

Jekyll leaned into his touch like a cat.

“I love you …”

“I know”, Hyde answered sadly.

He would never be able to say it back, he knew. Whether he loved his other half or not.

And Jekyll would never say it consciously. He had no qualms telling him that he hated him, but he would never tell him that he loved him. Not when he was awake.

I can't say I love you, Jekyll.

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*hobbadehoy - Victorian Slang:  a youth who has ceased to see himself as a boy, but is not yet regarded as a man.

[kindofwriter]

Dr Jekyll’s Suicide Note

This is never going in my final draft, I’m sticking to 3rd person, it’s more of a guide of what’s going on in Jekyll’s life. Sorry for the deterioration in quality towards the end, I’m still figuring out how I���m going to execute that part!

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I suppose all this started the very day I was born. My mother, a lawyer, and my father, a successful owner of an industrial company, always expected so much of me. Academically it was no struggle to exceed these expectations, but on a personal level I always seemed to disappoint. They wanted me to be meek, quiet, distastefully arrogant. I wanted to get tipsy, make out with boys, and be that friendly kind of arrogant that’s actually quite endearing: I hope.

So I committed myself to a life of duplicity.

At home I would be the uppity golden child my parents had always coveted, and the second I escaped their clutches I would be rowdy and curious; like a regular person. This would’ve been a fine arrangement, had I not so frequently got myself into trouble. The second time I was delivered home by the police was the last straw for my parents. I was nothing short of incarcerated until my university days.

But what they didn’t realise was that this repression only fuelled my desire to wreck havoc. My thoughts turned from underage jaunts to the pub to theft, brutality, even murder on occasion, but only that of my parents. I wanted to suffocate them like they had suffocated me. Those were the daydreams of an angry child, however. I would never follow through in reality.

Those lonely years spent locked in my room made me yearn to be another person, and it was then that I began my life’s work: actually becoming someone else.

At first I conceptualised a way to transfer my consciousness to another body, but all that was far too complicated. And anyway, I’m no Victor Frankenstein. So then my thoughts progressed to how I could alter my appearance.

I threw myself into the study of chemistry so devoutly I now find myself with a PhD in it. For a while I found that lab work and shallow friendships could distract me from the rage that burned inside my chest, but alas it was no long term solution. If anything, my mastery inflamed the issues, thrusting me into the public eye. I now had my reputation to consider when I wanted to get blackout drunk and throw beer cans in the Thames.

And what of my sexuality? I felt no shame in it, but I knew there were many doctors who would refuse to consider my research on this basis. Must I remain chaste my entire life lest I wish to peruse my passion?

No. I quit my job and dove back into my research.

It was gruelling. Lots of experiments gone wrong, many leaving me bed-ridden for days. I was manic in my desires.

But finally, years into my research, I had done it. One shot of this serum and my cherubic features would melt away, leaving me with hollow eyes and sharp cheeks and a diminutive frame. But my mind was still in tact. Or so I thought.

For a month or so I encountered no errors with my serum. It allowed me to masquerade as a fine young gentleman as I drank myself into oblivion and engaged in public displays of affection. Finally I could continue my contributions to the world of chemistry without feeling the need to repress my humanity.

And then something began to go wrong.

I began to transform without the use of the serum.

At first it was nothing to worry about. The only occurrences were when I allowed my mind to wander to the darker pleasures of life, and once transformed it was easy for me to control my behaviours.

Really I should have seen this as a red flag, but I was desperately in denial. For the first time since childhood I was experiencing freedom; the light, tingling ecstasy of being human. I’d made a deal with the devil to get it, but God be damned for all He’d ever done for me!

So I ignored the slight glitch in my system, instead electing to inform Poole that my new friend Mr Hyde would be frequenting the house, often in my absence but always with my permission.

Then of course, as I’m sure you know if you’re reading this, things worsened.

Edward Hyde was just a pseudonym I had constructed, a way of ensuring I would never slip up and reveal my true nature. But several months into my use of the serum he was beginning to develop thoughts and ambitions of his own.

It started off as overtly rude behaviour I would never have wilfully engaged in, but could easily pass off as me getting swept up in my new persona. But soon I was watching myself throw vicious punches, abuse my body with vile substances, and even purchase a house in Hyde’s name!

I had no control over this man! I had surpassed the ability to alter my appearance; I had created an entirely new person.

Hyde was born out of hatred, jealousy, and shame, and he acted like he knew it. If I was short-tempered, he was explosively violent. If I was selfish, he was narcissistic. If I was gluttonous, he was all-consuming, hedonistic greed.

I no longer had any control over when I transformed, and what I did after the matter. I was at the mercy of Mr Hyde, and he was not a kind master.

My one confort was that when Hyde collapsed into bed at the first tendrils of dawn, I would usually awaken in my own body, fully in control, if exhausted. Instead of relishing in the freedom Hyde had given me I began to feel trapped again, suffocated, desperately awaiting the hour when I would be free of Hyde.

Panic rolled in like a storm when, one morning, that hour never came.

I awoke in the home Hyde had purchased for himself in Soho, warm and dozy and grateful to have been returned to my former self. Things felt a certain degree of uncanny from the moment I became conscious, but I hadn’t been feeling myself for a while now, even in my own body.

Hyde’s various drug habits and vicious scraps had no impact on my physical body, but always inflicted a hazy sickness on my mind. The turmoil lost me a great deal of sleep and significantly reduced my appetite. All my life I assumed losing weight would be a pleasant sensation, but it only made me feel alienated from my own form.

But that morning I found I was experiencing more than the usual dysmorphia.

As I reached my hand up to draw back the duvet I saw not my own pale knuckles and perfectly manicured nails, but Hyde’s grimy fingers and bloodied hand.

Heart palpating with anxiety, I dressed in a rush and hurried home. Once in my lab I realised I actually had no conceivable plan.

The serum, which I had had no need for in months, was kept in a fridge under the worktop. It was the only project I had worked on in years, so was really the only substance in my lab.

In a fit of blind panic, I stabbed myself with a needle full of it.

Realising what I’d done, a whole new wave of panic engulfed me. But that was quickly replaced with the agony of cracking bones and melting flesh. I was certain I had killed myself, and the thought brought a strange sort of peace.

But then the pain subsided and I found my body had been returned to me.

I thought I was rid of Hyde then. Tentatively, I began to piece my old life back together; reaching out to friends, working on a simple paper on combustion, eating more than my share of deep fried breakfast foods. I began to engage in new activities, too. Soup kitchens, hospital visits, public gardening.

I had it. What I’d been so desperately trying to achieve with Edward Hyde, I finally had it. Freedom. Happiness. Fulfilment. I spent my days doing activities that made me believe in the literal soul, and my evenings in such a way that made me believe in the metaphorical one.

It couldn’t last, however. Scarcely had my head hit the pillow one night when I found myself awake again: and Hyde was awake, too.

He didn’t even bother to change out of my pyjamas. So long had Hyde been trapped at the back of my mind, he came out like a tornado.

He proceeded towards the Thames, stopping only to purchase LSD and to kick a poor homeless man. He lumbered along after an older gentleman who, God bless his soul, repeatedly glanced behind him in fear. Hyde sneered at him, so he crossed the street to walk along the side of the Thames.

Hyde crossed after him.

The man turned to confront Hyde, edging backwards as he did, but before he could even utter a coherent sentence he had stepped through a gap in the railings and into the water.

I screamed and reached out for him, but of course I was a mere consciousness, and had no voice with which to scream nor hands to reach.

The Thames is a perilous place for the strongest of swimmers; I knew without a flotation aid this old man would never survive.

Surely, I thought, Hyde would not be so cruel as to let this man die.

He strolled towards the railing, but made no attempt to remove the buoyancy aid. Instead he watched, head tilted in morbid curiosity, as the man thrashed beneath the surface of the water.

If I’d had eyes I would have been crying.

If I’d had lungs I would have been screaming.

But Hyde just watched. Watched the tumultuous waters. Watched as they grew still. Watched as the man’s last breath floated to the surface.

Then he shook his shoulders and continued on his way.

The next morning, reunited with my body, I was violently sick.

My initial thought was that I would report the crime myself. Find Ms Enfield and tell her everything. It’s not as though I’m deserving of anything more than a life in prison, what with the knowledge that this vile and careless apathy dwells within my soul.

The only thing holding me back was the thought of transformation. Were one to occur while I was incarcerated, which seemed exponentially likely at this point in time, I would be tortured to death in the name of scientific research. As despicable as I am I could not resign myself to that fate.

Thus, I tried to carry on as before.

My dearest, dearest Gabe, I trust you are reading this letter and know what comes next.

I apologise, but I must say it is true: I am desperately and inconceivably in love with you. I understand that it is not flattering to have a vile creature such as myself confess his undying adoration of you, but as you read this letter I will have parted with my last breaths, and thus will have nothing left to lose.

Please believe me when I say that I so desperately wanted to kiss you that night, but this monster inside me did not. He feels only lust, which cannot compare to the deep, profound love I have harboured for you for so long. Forgive me for pulling away. I could not live with myself if he had hurt you.

I used the rest of my serum to transform that night, but I knew it wouldn’t last. At a loss, and far too ill to operate my own lab, I paid a visit to Hatty. She greeted me, as usual, with slight warmth, masked by overwhelming distain.

As I began my explanation as to why I needed her help I felt myself beginning to lose control. The transformation was never painful, not like it was when I transformed back into myself, but it was as familiar to me as putting on a shirt.

Hatty gawked at Hyde in horror, unable to even utter a sound. She was a perfect still from a horror film.

I fled.

I think at that moment we both realised it was over. It would not be difficult for Hatty, world-renowned chemist, to prove my transformation. Hyde wanted to kill her, I could feel it in his mind, but he had been thrown at Harry’s witness to our transformation so I had, quite literally, taken the body and ran with it.

We entered my lab. I locked the door.

Hyde was stronger than me. I had known this for a while now. He screamed and hammered on the door and wrestled for control. It was like trying to reign in a wild animal.

I took a scalpel and impaled it in my thigh. Hyde roared in pain, but I, merely a numb observer, managed to keep my wits about me.

I think perhaps that’s why I’m not so afraid of what’s to come. I won’t feel it. It’s him who has to endure the rush of agony, and I don’t feel the slightest sympathy for him.

This really has been a long time coming. Hatty’s expression, one of such pure terror, such disgust and fear, but at the same time one that said all her suspicions had been confirmed, that was the last straw.

To Hatty, Hyde was never the monster; it has always been me.

That’s the one thing we have in common, I suppose. We both know that Henry Jekyll is the real monster.

Well, now I lay that monster to rest. I am truly, from the bottom of my empty soul, sorry.

-

Thanks for reading!

[kelkat-9]

Kelkat9 Master Fic List

In Progress - all stories will be linked to AO3 unless only on Teaspoon/ Thanks for reading my stories!

Updated 4/13/18

Following Are My Series/Verses

Dark!Ten Verse - Series is numbered for reading order (Dark!Ten x Rose) ADULT/NSFW

Victorian Verse - TenII x Rose - These are historical time travel in Pete’s World - Teen but one story (a one shot is NSFW)

Forever is Full of Twists and Turns - Eleven x Immortal Rose thus far - more might be added later with Twelve - this is one you should probably read in order - Teen until story #5 the some NSFW parts

Through the Void and Darkness - Ten x Rose - reunion and AU at JE - it would be best to read this one in order as well.  NSFW bits in Story #2

Lordstorm and His LiveJournal Adventures - TenII x Rose - some are NSFW - I wrote these early on so they need polishing - CrackFic and humor

Time, Eternals and the Domestic Life - TenII/Rose Adventures in Pete’s World domestic and otherwise - some are kidfic and some NSFW

Greek Gods - The Adventures of Hades and Persephone and their Friends - AU Peter V/Rose - NSFW mostly - modern mythology

Dark, Dangerous and Otherworldly - Ten/Rose AU - Ghost Verse NSFW

Dark Journeys - Ten/Rose UA - Dark!Ten

Santa Baby - Ten/Rose AU CEO/Employee  BDSM NSFW

Sir Alec and Lady Rose - Alec H/Rose AU Historical

Eleventh Doctor - Eleven/Immortal Rose  AU one NSFW

AUs

A Dark Path to Redemption - NSFW in one chapter but otherwise adult.  This is a Dark!Ten x Rose mythology AU

A Girl and Her Frog - Ten x Rose - fairy tale AU  Teen

A Sip of Darkness, A Taste of Light - Adult - Hades/Perspehone type Nine x Rose AU

Blood Death & Shagging - Peter Vincent x Rose the slayer - vampire/Fright Night AU - NSFW and copious cursing - it’s Peter Vincent!

Claimed by Moonlight - NSFW - Darker Dom Ten x Rose - He’s an Alpha ;)  Sort of a wolf au

Definitely Not a Debutante - Ten x Rose  spy/mystery woman AU - NSFW part

Doctorella -  Ten x Rose  Fairy Tale AU  Teen

Finding Harmony - Ten x Rose   Rock Star Rose AU  Teen to Adult for language

Happily Ever After Isn’t Just a Fairy Tale - Ten x Rose  Royal AU.  NSFW - 2 chapts.  A King and his braid with much going wrong in his kingdom except for a blonde lady who steals his heart

Legend of the Traveling House - NSFW in one chapt so far.  Nine x Rose.  Sort of like an altverse reimagining of Gallifrey

Tardis Toys - Ten x Rose Teen - very sweet romance.  toy shop au

The Academy - Ten x Rose   Super Power Teens/Mutant Teens AU - Rated Teen

The Blue Box Case - Ten x Rose   Adult Spy AU - my first of this kind so it’s a little rough but it’s cute and flirty with a touch of angst

The Doctor and The Hidden Wolf - Nine x Rose   Futuristic Detective Nine AU

The Exes - Ten x Rose - Divorced couple repairs their broken relationship AU   Ten x Rose with many others.  Adult for cursing.  Drama, angst and a touch of humor.

The Lord of Gallifrey - Ten x Rose Regency/Georgian historical AU One chapt has a NSFW thing in it but the rest is pretty Teenish to Adult rating.

Under The Sea - Teen - Ten x Rose - Merman AU - cute with a side of angst

Not Just An Ordinary Call Boy - Adult-NSFW - Ten x Rose - Bad prossy Ten

Vinification - Teen - Ten x Rose - winemaker Ten meets business woman Rose

A Ghost Story - Adult-NSFW - novel length.  Ten x Ros - Unit student Rose moves into an allegedly haunted house with a mystery she must unravel

Anti-Soul Mates - Adult NSFW - Nine x Rose - Professor and student meet on a lecture about soul mates

Santa Baby, He’s No Gentlemen - Adult NSFW - Ten x Rose, dark and powerful CEO falls for an executive assistant - read the tag warnings

Ramifications of Bachelor Bidding - Adult NSFW - Ten x Rose and Olicity - crossover with Arrow - Bachelor Auction, competitors falling in love and mayhem

A Sip of Darkness, A Taste of Light - Teen - some violence - Nine x Rose - inspired by Hades/Persephone myth

In You I Have Found Paradise - Adult NSFW - Missing scene from Sip of Darkness

Legend of The Traveling House - Adult NSFW - Nine x Rose - re-imagining Time Lords and Gallifrey in a new verse

Bacchanalia - Adult NSFW - Ten x Rose - An accidental meeting at a Masquerade Ball leads to something more

Smith’s Book Store - Nine x Rose Teen - Victorian Book Store AU/Historical

A Lady’s Choice - Alec H x Rose Teen courtly AU

Bad Wolf Salon - Ten x Rose Teen hairdresser AU just over a drabble

New Las Vegas - Peter V x Rose Adult space vampires AU

Torchwood Symposium of Temporal Displacements Protocol - Adult Ten/Rose Adventure-Human AU Rivals to Lovers

A Night in Venice - Adult Ten x Rose - Spy AU

231 Farrington - Ten x Rose NSFW Dragon AU

The Wedding Planner - Ten/Rose based on the movie AU

Being A Gorgon Can Be So Annoying - Nine/Rose Mythology AU

Smith’s Bookstore - Nine/Rose  Historical AU

Bad Wolf Salon - Ten/Rose Salon AU short prompt fic

New Las Vegas - Peter V/Rose space vampire AU

TenII x Rose Fics

A Closet To Remember - NSFW - TenII proves himself to Rose - romance/humor

Accusation - Teen  - Angst/Romance TenII has a hard time adjusting to Pete’s World

A Not So Typical Torchwood Mission - Explicit TenII/Rose undercover at an alien sex club

A Not So Typical Valentines Day -  Teen - Fluff Valentine’s Fic

Applegrass - Teen fluff, romance - a day with TenII and Rose

An Unexpected Shearing - Teen - fluff, humor cracky fic -Rose gives the Doctor a trim

Beginning - Teen Angst/Romance - a bit prosey

Broken - Explicit - Angst - PTSD Rose, hurt/comfort

Denial - Teen - angst - romance - Rose pregnant fic

Evil Elves and Cranky Reindeer - It Must Be A Torchwood Christmas - Teen Adventure/humor - things go a bit pear shaped at Torchwood’s Christmas Party

Flame - Explicit - TenII is tired of waiting

Look - Teen - humor and fluff

Nakedness - Teen - Domestics, nudist colonies and evil scientists - fun/adventure

Nothing Says Valentines Day Like Star Wars - Teen fluff and humor

Silver - Teen - humor/adventure/romance disco and aliens!

The Banning of Cosmo - Explicit - crackfic -TenII likes to read Cosmo

The Well Prepared Multiversal Traveler - Explicit - what does Dimension Hopping Rose have in her pockets

Huddling For Warmth - Teen - trapped in a cold cellar

The Ginger Solution - Adult - drunk!TenII; adventure - post Bad Wolf Bay coming together fic

Everything is Better with Toys - NSFW - sexy times adventures

Even a Baby TARDIS Needs a Special Friend - Teen - fluff

Bed Shopping Adventure - Teen - fluff

Huddling For Warmth - like it says on the tin Teen

Ten x Rose fics

A Cinematic Reunion - NSFW Dimension Hopping Rose Reunion Fic

A Visit to Mos Eisley - Teen - Star Wars crossover

Blame it On The Poxatalen Brandy - Mature so many tropes in this one - crackfic

Corruption Never Felt So Good - NSFW Rose saves Ten in an unusual way

Cupcake Wars Doctor Style - Teen - crossover with reality tv show cupcake wars - fluff/humor

Dimension Cannons and Drunk Time Lords - Explicit - drunk pervy Ten - reunion - crackfic

Family of Blood - Explicit - AU FoB/HN, Reunion fic, humor, vampires, Peter Vincent

Fever - Explicit - reunion/dimension hopping Rose - song fic

Formal - Angst/Romance - post GitF - Ten takes Rose to a ball and she is mistreated

Halloween Is Us - Explicit - Adventure/Smut//Humor and Peter Vincent

Haze - Teen - Angst - Romance - Reunion

Is It All Nothing But a Dream - Teen - Universe Alteration at DD - Angst/Romance

Midnight Reunion - NSFW - Explicit - Reunion fic set at the end of Midnight

Phantom of The TARDIS - Teen - Tardis room ficathon - humor - drama

Prepared - Teen - angst - romance - suprise kid fic

Respect The Wolf - Explicit - reunion fic - humor/adventure and dragons - bamf Rose

Rudolph The Evil Reindeer - Teen Crackfic - humor - Ten and Rose save Rudolph from his evil ways

Secrets of an Alpha Class Pleasure Slave - Explicit - reunion/slave fic trope/shag or die

Shudder - Teen - prompt word fic - Doctor Whump and bamf Rose

The Forgotten Moment - Explicit - AU post JE/DoD Moment Rose/Bad Wolf Rose

The Land of Misfit Toys - Teen - sweet fluffy story

The Oncoming Sperm - Explicit - crackfic all the way

The Perils of Repression - Explicit - kind of jekyll/Hyde fic

The Seduction of Rose Tyler - Explicit  Humor, Romance, slight crackiness

The Tale of the Holy Pear and the Prophet Bob - Teen - crack/adventure/humor

The Victorian, The Bookstore and The Fireplace - Teen - reunion fic pre JE

Wind - Teen - humor - Ten, Rose, Donna with the Master

White Wall - NSFW post doomsday wall shagging

An Addiction to Knowledge - Adult - crackfic escaping a  hospital

The Wolf is Free - Adult - Idris as the TARDIS - slightly spooky

When Time Lords Wander Off - Adult drugged!Ten - Donna and dimension hopping Rose

Unexpected Unicorns - Rose and Ten get turned into unicorns

An Ode to Hope - Doomsday UA/Reunion/Adventure/Babyfic

An Addition To Knowledge - Adventure/crack fic  Adult due to streaking

Nine x Rose fics

A New Kind of Sonic Setting  - Teen - lactation and sonics hmmm

Companion - Explicit - sex pollen cliche

Dalek - Explicit - so cracky/ep rewrite - funny

Fifty Shades of Skaro - Explicit - short version of Dalek

His Wicked Mistress - Explicit - slave trope

Order - Explicit - Sex Pollen Trope - humor

Peace, Love & Hippy Aliens - Teen humor/adventure/a bit of crack

Pychedelic Pollen and Dalek Squirrels - Explicit - Cracky Adult Adventure with Nine, Rose and Jack

Restless - Teen - Trapped on Earth - Nine needs to run

Snowflake - Teen - Nine and Rose play in the snow

Summer - Teen - fluff and humor

Dr. and Mrs. Tyler - Adult NSFW - Fake Married/Adventure in Regency Era

First Kiss - Teen - like it says on the tin

The Bairn Bubbalo Baby Store - Teen - babyfic

Breaking His Resolve - Teen - Nine in a Tux

A Platoon of Judoon on the Moon - Teen - hiding in a closet

Trapped - NSFW - trapped on a lift - wall shagging

Daddy Doctor - Teen sweet fluff - baby fic

The One Time They Watched That Channel - NSFW for them watching porn

It Was A Dark and Stormy Night - Haunted House with a twist - Teen

A Platoon of Judoon on the Moon - Royal Hope Hospital - Teen

Trapped - standard trapped in a lift let’s shag trope NSFW

Daddy Doctor - fluff babyfic General

Multi Era

Knowledge - Teen - Rose through the Doctor’s eyes

Move - Teen Ten/Tenii - how the Doctor and Rose dance

Transformation - Teen - How Rose healed the Doctor and became so much more

Thanks - Teen - Rose perspective on Nine regenerating into Ten

Drabbles

A Blue Leather Jacket - Drabble about Dimension Hopping Rose rated Teen

It Burned In His Eyes  Drabble about TLV  - rated Teen

[quilna]

Hey, anyone want to see me pull out one of my really old aus again? It’s my creator-creation swap au again. Honestly, this was my favourite out of my own aus, I just never know what to do with it.

For a recap of the au, Hyde is the original scientist, Jekyll is the “purely good alter ego” but in the same awkward, trying-too-hard way that original Hyde is the evil alter ego in canon. Frankenstein and Creature also trade places.

Firstly, when I first created this au I gave Jekyll the green colour scheme and Hyde the red one. I’ve changed that. The idea of Hyde in red clothes having a green eyed moment where he breaks down crying was just too strange to me on so many levels. Instead, to differentiate these versions of Jekyll and Hyde from the originals, I’ve given them both bandages on their arms.

Hyde gets into a lot of scrapes and Jekyll has his own share of injuries.

Anyway, new au details:

- Jekyll is incredibly squeamish of blood and injuries. He starts shaking pretty violently whenever he sees blood and he absolutely hates it. It’s horrible conduct to shake when someone is trying to speak to you. Not gentlemanly in the least. As such, he tends to apologize a lot when he’s doing it.

- The lodgers don’t realize at first that Jekyll is willing to hurt himself to follow orders.

At first, it’s like a game of truth or dare, trying to find out what questions he’s willing to answer, what sort of commands he’s willing to do, what the funniest thing they can make him do is. (Well he wasn’t willing to slap or kiss anyone and he refuses to tell anyone about his past so he clearly has limits.)

Jekyll, always happy to please, seems to be having a good time. Besides, he’s still rather mischevous at heart so a game of truth or dare, although he tries to view it internally as just a set of commands to follow (This isn’t supposed to be fun. Proper gentlemen don’t do fun), is actually a blast for him. Everyone is having too much fun with the game to realize that it’s going too far until it’s too late. It’s not until someone gives a poorly thought through command, not expecting him to actually follow it, that Jekyll gets hurt and the truth of the situation dawns of them. (Not sure what the command would be. Maybe they ask him to touch a hot coal or juggle knives. Or maybe he sticks around after they’re done for far too long. Someone gets annoyed and badly phrases their “go away” like how some people use phrases like “go to hell” but Jekyll mistakes it for a serious command.)

- From that point on, the lodgers are a lot more careful with commands and even try to be more sensitive to Jekyll. However, Jekyll absolutely hates being fussed over and tends to sort of avoid anyone who worries over his health too much.

- Although the lodgers are pretty careful, there are a lot of people out there more than willing to take advantage of Jekyll and he frequently comes back with cuts and bruises.

- The lodgers are convinced that Edward Hyde has an alter ego that he uses to go out, get into fights, and get drunk at nights based on the fact that he keeps disappearing at nights and coming back with bruises and cuts. (Not some magical science alter ego, just a fake name and maybe a wig.)

- These stories have gone around and gotten exaggerated so much like a game of telephone that a bunch of the lodgers are genuinely convinced that Hyde goes to fight clubs at night under the stage name of The Spirit of London at Night. Hyde is absolutely bewildered as to why people keep calling him that and then winking.

- When Jekyll is prevented from going out, instead of using the nightmares to torment Hyde and achieve his freedom, he turns to the mind... People..? Mind Frankenstein stays as a neutral party, just wanting to continue studying the inside of Hyde’s mind but Mind Lanyon is still completely for getting rid of Hyde or at least just being really rude to him. It’s difficult for Hyde to differentiate the horrible things he’s been told by Mind Lanyon (and probably the other mind people too but none of them have been revealed in canon so I don’t know what they would be like.) from the real Lanyon.

- It’s a lot more concerning when Jekyll vanishes after the fire considering the kind of person he is. It may make sense for Hyde to do his best to run from the police but Jekyll in this au isn’t the type in the least. Especially vanishing so thoroughly. Rachel knows something is up but Lanyon is pretty flippant, believing that maybe someone just asked him to stay put. But Rachel asked every one of the lodgers and none of them have seen him since or given him any sort of command to hide himself. Even then, she’s pretty confident that he wouldn’t be able to sit still knowing that most of the police force is out looking for him and, by evading capture, he’s just wasting all of their time and effort which could be spent looking for other criminals.

- When Jekyll does show up again, Rachel manages to catch him before he turns himself in and beg him not to. Jekyll is torn between following the law and not wanting to upset Rachel and its clear that, although she’s gotten him to stay still for now, he’ll probably go straight back to the police the moment her back is turned. Unsure where else to take him, she takes him to Lucy, hoping to show him that breaking the law doesn’t necessarily make him a bad person and that the world isn’t as black and white as he thinks it is.

- Jekyll meeting Lucy doesn’t go particularly well. Staying in control too long makes him pretty jittery and Hyde is a huge Lucy fanboy (again) which makes Jekyll, in a weird, guilty way, very excited to see her. Except she’s a wanted criminal! And Hyde in all his rotteness likes her! So, to Dr Jekyll, that must make her a bad person too. Except... Upon meeting her and having the situation explained she’s... Not as bad as everyone made her out to be..? But that doesn’t make sense to Jekyll because... because it just isn’t right! Then, there’s the fact that he’s supposed to be in prison for his crimes at that moment but Rachel is practically begging him not to and he can’t upset his friends! And she’s asking so many questions he can’t answer about where he’s been hiding, what’s been stopping him from going out all this time, but if she ever found out the truth, she would surely hate him! Just like how the mind versions of his friends hate him for what he is.

Finally, overwhelmed, Jekyll can’t take it anymore. With no regards for how rude it is to just sprint out the door without even a goodbye, he runs for it. Although Rachel tries to follow him, Jekyll has a head start and all of Hyde’s street smarts. Even in such a state Jekyll easily manages to slip away in the sewers and disappear.

Rachel doesn’t know what happens to him after that. He seems to have just vanished into thin air yet again and she doesn’t know where he went or what he decided to do in the end. She didn’t even find out where he had been all that time. All she can do is hope.

- Jekyll may or may not be very rude to Lucy in his fluster and panic. Luckily, unlike canon, the stories Lucy has heard of him don’t paint him as a jerk. Understanding that this isn’t normal for him and recognizing that he’s lashing out, she’s a lot more sympathetic despite how nasty he gets to her and her spouses, trying to soothe him as best as she can. Rachel has never seen such behaviour from Jekyll before and is horrified to see him acting in such a way.

[wahbegan]

Dr. Jekyll is a Junkie

This seems so obvious to me but it’s not even one of the fucking interpretations subsections on wikipedia so apparently it merits further espousing: “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” is a parable about drug addiction. EVIDENCE!

A small thing, but Hyde’s not actually deformed in the book. Visual adaptations take the shortcut of making him deformed or monstrous because it’s very hard to communicate visually how he’s described in the novel, which is just....off. Everyone who sees him instantly like HATES him, and says they could have sworn he was disfigured in some way, but they can’t put their finger on what exactly was wrong with his appearance. Come to think of it, it’s hard to describe him at all, he’s such an uncanny mix of completely boring and generic-looking and just...off. This is a very cool and creepy detail that furthers the story a lot, and it’s y’know explained as people sensing the evil emanating off Hyde, but it is also a fairly good Gothic Novel approximation of running into someone who’s visibly high or drunk in inappropriate circumstances. How many times, be honest, have you passed someone and thought they were a crackhead based not on any one specific thing about their appearance, but just....everything? Especially if you know someone and you open the door and they’re high, you know something’s wrong, even if you don’t know what it is right away.

When confronted about Mr. Hyde, and how his lawyer’s worried that he’s blackmailing him, Dr. Jekyll assures his lawyer that he can “be rid of Hyde any time [he wants].” Obviously super shady thing to say about a person that you can GET RID OF THEM but, y’know almost trite it’s so classic addict fall-back phase in early stages of addiction.

Hyde isn’t really described as a split personality...at first. Dr. Jekyll is still conscious, and ostensibly in control of what he’s doing, but when he turns into Hyde, he finds that he’s immediately more eager and quick to indulge in whatever his nebulous vices are. Since he made the alter ego of Hyde to indulge them to begin with, it’s unclear how much of this is actually the effect of the chemical and how much is his new-found anonymity and freedom. Again, in addiction, it’s an oft-debated point how much addicts are themselves and how much of their behavior can be blamed on the drug and how much was in there all along, they just repressed it because of social inhibitions.

LATER, Hyde is described as being almost a different person, when Jekyll realizes that the more he turns into Hyde, the worse the shit he wants to do is, and the more cruel and sadistic he becomes. Again, classic addict downward spiral. Not necessarily cruelty, but the longer you maintain an addiction and the worse it gets, the crazier and more blatantly illegal and reckless shit you do. I’ve seen it, i’ve lived it, it always happens sooner or later. I had a friend, let’s call her Ms. Hyde. Ms. Hyde started smoking morphine, y’know, chasing the dragon. I was worried, but she assured me she didn’t do it too much and would never switch to heroin. She switched to heroin, and assured me she’d never shoot up. Yeah, you get no points for guessing the punchline to this story. Ms. Hyde is clean now by the way has been for years, but her story is typical. The longer I was drunk, the crazier shit i’d do. Trespassing, shoplifting, stealing from people, disappearing in the night and passing out somewhere, all of these things would make me balk at the beginning of my drinking, but soon enough...you get it. Since Jekyll’s addiction seems to be to like...being a dick with no consequences, he becomes more of a dick, which isn’t always the case, but it does always get worse.

He tramples a little girl in the street (at 4 a.m. and can i just say where the fuck were her parents that this lil b*tch was playing in the street at 4 in the fucking morning anyway i digress) and is blackmailed about it. This disturbs him not so much because he was shocked by his own cruelty, but because he almost faced consequences for his actions. He then gets a bank account and house in Hyde’s name to cover his ass. Also classic addict behavior, going through massive pains to protect your addiction to avoid consequences that could be easily avoided if you...you know. Stopped.

Now here’s where it really kicks into high gear: when he starts turning into Hyde in his sleep and it’s hard for him to turn back. This is a terrifying point all addicts reach. The point when you realize you’re not in control. He decides to kick, as is often the case, but finds he misses it, as is also often the case. So one night he takes just a liiiiittle tiny hit aaand savagely beats a member of Parliament to death. Relapses often follow this pattern. Not necessarily with beating a politician to death, but sometimes. The point is, relapses start with a thought process of “oh I’ll just do a little, I haven’t in so long, it’s probably safe” and IMMEDIATELY gets out of control like you never stopped at all. Like your body remembers at what point in your spiral you were and picks up right where you left off. You’re clean six months and you decide to have one mixed drink at the theater and suddenly you’re crying and throwing up on the roadside you know how it is.

Him beating the guy to death is something a lot of addicts also face: a rock bottom. A point where their actions or the consequences for them shock them into going totally cold turkey. But, just like with Jekyll, it often doesn’t work. Jekyll can’t stop turning into Hyde even after he’s resolved not to. Notably, Jekyll is...........a really weird guy. He seems deeply upset and plagued by a frankly weird amount of cognitive dissonance by the fact that he has desires that aren’t completely socially acceptable, to the point that he wants to split his personality into different physical people. He is not an emotionally well man. He hints at having an incredibly strict and puritanical upbringing, which probably had something to do with it. He’s also withdrawn from his friends at this point (that’s another for addict bingo!), and has no support system. With no support or way to address why he’s turning into Hyde, it doesn’t matter that he wants to stop. It keeps happening, even though he doesn’t want it to.

When Jekyll wakes up as Hyde, now a WANTED MURDERER, keep in mind, and can’t risk going out to get the shit to change him back himself, he calls on his old friend Lanyon to do it, sending a histrionically worded letter BEGGING him to go to his house and get these chemicals and a guy will come at midnight to pick them up. Begging friends, family, acquaintances, etc. to help you get your hands on your stash or more drugs is also classic and a large part of why addicts’ personal relationships go to shit.

Speaking of that part, Hyde’s reaction when he sees Lanyon got his shit for him, here lemme quote directly: “My visitor was, indeed, on fire with sombre excitement. “Have you got it?” he cried. “Have you got it?” And so lively was his impatience that he even laid his hand upon my arm and sought to shake me...He paused and put his hand to his throat, and I could see, in spite of his collected manner, that he was wrestling against the approaches of the hysteria—“I understood, a drawer... He sprang to it, and then paused, and laid his hand upon his heart; I could hear his teeth grate with the convulsive action of his jaws; and his face was so ghastly to see that I grew alarmed both for his life and reason.”

Yeah you could copy/paste that into an account of a guy in withdrawal being given smack and i would not bat an eye.

Anyway, yeah that’s about it it’s a short story but this started with my thinking “so, Hyde’s not really a split personality, he’s more like your friend who turns into a real piece of shit when he’s drunk...” and then going WAIT A SECOND

And as is so often the case, his spiral ends with him shut up alone in isolation for over a week, desperately tryna get more of the chemical, and eventually committing suicide. He undertook his experiment alone, against others’ better judgement, and allowed it to continue for far too long before he asked for any help. When he finally did, it was not help to kick that he wanted, but help to sustain his habit. And when at last he realized that was what he needed he had driven his friends away, was in trouble with the law, and was losing his mind and sense of identity. The only way out left for him was death. 

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde isn’t about the duality of man or a mad scientist who makes a serum that turns him into an evil little gremlin. It’s about an addict’s downward spiral and self-inflicted, premature death.

This makes way more sense than it being about uhh....The Church of Scotland??? Why the fuck am I not the revered literary scholar

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does henry have, or would he develop, a god complex? what would hyde think of this? also, since i'm fairly new to your blog and portrayal, how do you really portray hyde? is he just a manifestation of henry, or is he some other person entirely?

oooh, very good questions!! addressing the hyde portrayal first, since that’s the most vital to this blog: no, he definitely isn’t another person entirely. in the book, he’s... just jekyll without inhibitions or a conscience, essentially. the best way i know how to explain it is with the metaphor of alcohol. you know that state when you’re drunk enough to make bad decisions, but not so drunk that you don’t remember them? that’s pretty much what the formula does. jekyll still remembers everything he does as hyde, and he’s still conscious while he’s doing it --- he’s just in an altered state of mind. hyde is jekyll and jekyll is hyde. they’re not separate people --- hyde is just jekyll stripped of a conscience, morals, or any fear of consequences. just like you don’t turn into a different person when you’re drunk or on drugs, jekyll doesn’t turn into a different person when he takes his formula, which, at its core, just is a drug. he’s still aware of what he’s doing, he’s still himself, in part, when he’s doing it, but he’s just in an altered state of mind. 

as for the god complex, that’s a super interesting question!! i’m not sure he’d develop a god complex, necessarily, but he does get pretty narcissistic in the book about what he’s created. in one quote, he brags about how he’s the ‘first’ to ever create something that lets him indulge in his pleasures without danger of repercussions: “Men have before hired bravos to transact their crimes, while their own person and reputation sat under shelter. I was the first that ever did so for his pleasures. I was the first that could thus plod in the public eye with a load of genial respectability, and in a moment, like a schoolboy, strip off these lendings and spring headlong into the sea of liberty.” i don’t think he really sees himself as any sort of god, but he definitely does get very arrogant and self-congratulatory about the formula he’s created.

i hope that answers your questions!! i hope you enjoy your stay on my blog, too, and many thanks for taking an interest. if you ever want to ask anything else, feel more than free to do so --- getting questions like this genuinely makes my night, and i’m always happy to answer whatever you’re curious about.

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Local Recovery Story: Vanessa D.

My relationship with alcohol has always been a bit tumultuous. I can admit that I had some fun in my early days. The appeal, for me, was suddenly feeling confident and pretty, laughing a little harder with friends and finally feeling like I fit in; but I never drank like other people did. In retrospect, I knew I was different from the very start. From that first drink, I knew I wanted more. And it wasn’t the same “want” as my friends, who just looked forward to drinking again on the weekend. I wanted MORE! While my friends simply craved a good buzz and an exciting atmosphere, I was two drinks ahead of them, and already thinking about the next one.

The buzz was just foreplay for me – a brief moment in time where I could feel the sensation of warmth moving through my entire body, from my flushed cheeks to the tingle in my toes, but it was the apathy that I was really after. That moment when my mind stopped racing a million miles a second and that voice in my head, the one that told me I wasn’t good enough, was finally silenced. I just wanted everything to stop; to just pause for a moment. I never intended to end up like this. It was never my intention to become an alcoholic. It was never my intention, until the alcohol was all I had left.

Some days I still miss that apathy…

This type of black and white thinking transferred to a lot of different areas in my life. If I wasn’t good at something, what was the point in trying? If I couldn’t be the center of attention, what was the point of showing up? And if I wasn’t drunk, what was the point of drinking?

I mean, it’s not like I was drinking alcohol for the taste. I hated the taste of alcohol. I didn’t like the taste of any of it, and believe me, I tried it all. This realization later lead to drinking hard liquor straight from the bottle because that would get me from point A to point B that much faster. It was cheaper too, so I thought I was pretty economical about it. Not to mention, I never liked fruity drinks so I didn’t want to waste my time sipping something fancy. I could hide it just about anywhere, and even resorted to hiding mini bottles in my clothing. You would be amazed if I told you how many of those little bottles I could carry on me without so much as a second glance.

To me, alcohol had a single purpose, to transform me into someone entirely different. It started coming with me everywhere I went. To make the “me” I despised disappear, and the “me” I thought I liked emerge. It was my friend, my lover and my confidant.

It made me the me that didn’t have to think, or worry or care too much. I always cared a little too much, just not about the things a young girl should care about. I never even gave myself a chance, and that goes back to that faulty black and white thinking; if I have to work at liking myself, what’s the point of trying to like myself anyway?

What I didn’t realize at the time, was that I would one day wake up and be the person who has to avoid the liquor aisle at the grocery store, or look away from billboards advertising my drink of choice, fast forward through beer commercials, or leave my friends weddings right after dinner. I didn’t realize that the one thing I loved so much, more than anything really, would be the cause for my demise; and like a bad breakup, it still hurts sometimes.

Here’s the thing about alcohol. It is accessible; acceptable even. Society almost encourages binge drinking, bar hopping and Happy Hour. I didn’t have to find a dealer, because mine was on almost every street corner within a 10 block radius of my house; the bar, the liquor store, the gas station, the grocery store. I didn’t have to sell my body or my things in order to obtain it. I never had to send discrete text messages or hide in a bathroom stall with my drug. I didn’t have to stick a needle in my arm, snort it or smoke it. I didn’t have to, but eventually, I would have. I would have, because at the end of my using days I was willing to go to any lengths to alter my state of existence…

It was like living in a nightmare I could never wake up from. I would pinch and scratch and slap myself across the face, but I would never wake up. And before I knew what was happening, the choice was no longer a choice, the want was no longer a want; it was a MUST and a NEED. And there was no turning back.

I identify as both an addict and an alcoholic, because both are part of my story. Alcohol was the relationship that nearly killed me, because what they don’t tell you in those commercials is that alcohol is one of the only drugs out there that can be fatal when you are withdrawing from it.

Alcohol was my drug of choice because it was easy; quite simply a relationship of convenience. But don’t let that fool you, because I had become a master manipulator by that time. If I couldn’t have alcohol, because my liver was failing me or I was on the verge of being kicked out of my house, I would convince my doctor to prescribe anxiety medication because “my problem” was never with pills. Coincidentally, a person can die while withdrawing from benzodiazepines as well. So, what was once given to me to help combat my alcohol withdrawals now became a habit…and what did I turn to when I needed to combat that habit? Alcohol, of course!

The cycle was endless; a hamster wheel of constant substitution and disappointment. And all the while, my body was slowly deteriorating from all of the poison I was consuming. It didn’t matter anymore, I HAD to have something, and once I had something I wanted more of that something. And this story brought me to exactly where they told me it would; jails, institutions and (near) death.

I was blessed with something a lot of alcoholics and addicts pray for, a family that refused to give up on me no matter how shitty my actions were. Yes, they were often angry and, more often than not, didn’t want me around, but it wasn’t me they didn’t want around, it was the alcoholic. They didn’t want to be around the one who would show up and drink all of the wine, slur her words, pick fights and pass out on the couch. Somehow they were gifted with this amazing ability of separating the healthy me from the sick one; separating Vanessa from the addict.

A real life Jekyll and Hyde.

My mom is this fierce, courageous, Superwoman. I am not sure I have ever met anyone quite like her, so I can only imagine God sent me to her because he knew she would be ok in the end, whether I was still walking this earth or not. He knew she would love me through it, even when she found it too difficult to even look at me.

Along with watching me self-destruct, my mom was fighting her own battle. While I was slowly deteriorating, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, went through chemotherapy and radiation, and survived! She survived cancer!

Guess who wasn’t there eating popsicles with her at those treatments? Or talking to her at night about her fears? Or helping her wrap scarves around her balding head? Me! And that still hurts me today, and it had to have hurt her too, but if it did she never let it show.

At the same time, my dad had a stroke that left him with a traumatic brain injury and limited mobility. He lost the ability to play his guitar; his baby. It was one of my fondest memories growing up; the sound of my father’s guitar coming from the basement. Stairway to Heaven is #1 on the soundtrack to my life. After his stroke, I could only pull myself together long enough to visit the hospital for one night out of the many nights he stayed there. And as the story goes, one night he could still talk, and the next night a second stroke stole his voice and right hand forever.

Guess who wasn’t there to hear his voice one last time? Me! And that still hurts me today, and it had to have hurt him too, but if it did he never let it show.

While my parents were conquering one crisis after another, they were constantly losing sleep over me. My mother has told me that the only time she could ever find peace, was when I was in the hospital, at one of my multiple residential treatments or jail. And I will never know what that did to her. I will never know her pain, because all I could think of at the time was my own.

My heart breaks for the family members of addicts. We never intended to hurt you in this way. It was never my intention to cause my mother so much pain, but I did and I can’t take it back. She detached with love when she needed to, and she stepped in when she couldn’t bear it anymore.

There are some situations where an apology just isn’t good enough, no matter how sorry you are. And quite frankly, the words “I’m sorry” lose all of their power when the behaviors that made the apology necessary are repeated. In these situations, I’ve learned to make amends in other ways. I am dependable, I honor my commitments and I tell the truth today. I don’t make promises I cannot keep, and I don’t say I am sorry if I have no intention of changing my behavior. This is what recovery has taught me, and recovery hasn’t steered me wrong yet.

I am often told how lucky I am to have found recovery. How recovery is so much better than the alternative. And although I cannot disagree with this and I would never trade any day in recovery for a day using, coming face to face with the wreckage of my past has been the most painful experience of my life.

You see, we can numb the pain for a while, years even, but we can’t make it go away forever. If we are lucky, and the day comes that we find recovery, all of that despair, regret, embarrassment and shame hits us all at once. For me, it was like being pushed in front of a train or being knocked out by Floyd Mayweather.

Recovery is the road less travelled for many reasons, mainly because it is a brain disorder that is hugely misunderstood, but also because it is work. I get that today. Had I truly understood just how difficult recovery would be, I don’t know if I would have had the strength within me to commit to my recovery the way that I have.

What I can tell you though, is that because I honored my commitment to my recovery, to simply avoiding that first drink or drug no matter what, my life has been transformed in ways that I still find difficult to put into words.

To the newcomer, should you stumble upon this story and you have found yourself at a crossroads, keep coming back, just put one foot in front of the other. Try for one more day, and then wake up and try again for the next. Sooner or later the TRY will become a DO and the pain will subside. Have patience with yourself and others. Vigilance is the key, I can assure you that walking through your pain will someday become one of the most profound experiences of your life. And all you have to do is just stay.

Vanessa Day –

Milwaukee, WI

Vanessa Day bio: Woman in long-term recovery. Recovery Advocate, blogger and writer on all things related to addiction and recovery. Sober Mom! Free To Be V blog

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten - Ch. 34

34. The memorable habits of Miss Donovan (and bar fights)

(A/N: here there be violence and dismemberment)

The physical injuries had healed well.

And now that both Jekyll and Hyde knew, that they had something like a family for the first time in their life, the wounds on their soul were beginning to heal as well.

But Hyde didn't feel strong enough to come out and go around to pursue his hobbies for a while.

Jekyll therefore had the pleasure of staying in control for almost a month, before Hyde got fidgety again.

“Are you sure you want to go back to that?”, he asked one evening, when Hyde demanded to be let out again. “Perhaps that scum will be back-”

“If he knows what's good for him, he won't”, his alter ego snarled in response.

“Hyde, I really don't think this is a good idea.”

“I need this, Jekyll”, the younger pointed out. “And so do you. Do you think I haven't noticed how you've gone back to your old self-repression? You want to be free again. And so do I.”

The Doctor didn't argue anymore.

He did laugh, though. “You're truly incorrigible.”

“Look who's talking!”, Hyde retorted.

Jekyll finished his work for the day and left his office.

Poole frowned, when he told him that he would go out tonight.

“Are you sure, Doctor?”, the elderly servant questioned. “Only a month after you-know-what?”

“It's alright”, Jekyll assured him. “We will be more careful this time. Don't worry, Arthur.”

Poole shook his head. “You're truly incorrigible, Henry.”

The blond chuckled. “I know.”

Only Poole got away with that cheek towards him.

“Mister Hyde! So good to see you again!”, the cash carrier* cried eagerly and approached the small brunette, when he entered the bar.

Hyde hid his scorn behind his creepy smile and told him that tonight he was just here to get drunk.

When he looked around, he recognised some men, he had bested on other occasions.

Some of them saw him and glowered, but Hyde didn't worry about them.

They wouldn't have the guts to do anything, he knew.

He jumped onto the counter and threw a Sovereign onto the table.

“Long time no see! The usual?”, the barkeeper inquired and Hyde nodded affirmatively.

“The usual. And pour it, where I can see it!”, he added scowling, when the barkeeper turned his back on him to pour the drink.

The man gulped. “Alright, alright!”

He stepped to the side, so the smaller man could see everything, poured the ale and handed him his pint.

“Thank you”, Hyde purred with false sweetness and strode over to his accustomed seat in the corner.

To his surprise, someone was already sitting at the table.

And it was none other than-

“No way!”, he exclaimed, “Miss Donovan! Fancy meeting you here!”

She turned her head, recognised him and grinned like a bedlam girl. “Likewise!”, she responded, “Been a while, hasn't it? Come and sit with me, Mr. Hyde!”

He did so.

This time she wasn't cross-dressing. Instead she was sporting a black and red dress. Her flame red curls were in a ponytail and she wore dark red lipstick and rouge.

Probably to lure men in.

Hyde knew a trap, when he saw one.

“How've you been?”, she asked cheerily.

“I'm getting better.”

“I can tell. Up to your debauchery again, eh?”

“Well, what can I say? I am and always will be a depraved man.”

“It's fine. Just don't go forcing yourself on people ever again. Now that you know what that feels like.”

Hyde frowned. “Oh, don't worry. I learned my lesson in that regard.”

She nodded. “Good.”

“Sooo”, Hyde drawled, “What are you doing here in a bar?”

The ginger shrugged. “Eh, ya know. Getting up the pole and looking for girls.”

Oh. So she's a queer too …

“Well, this is a brothel, so-”

“I'm not here to dab it up”, Miss Donovan revealed, “I want to find a lady-friend. Kinda hard for me to keep one.”

He looked at her in confusion.

It was hard for him to imagine.

Alma Donovan was an attractive girl, in almost every way. Even the piercing, feral look in her eyes – so much like his own – could be enticing. He certainly knew that a lot of men had a thing for wild, temperamental beauties.

She explained: “I'm mad. Maybe Luise told you, but I like to stab and mutilate blokes. They just 'ave to look at me funny and then they can say bye-bye to their crown jewels.”

Hyde cringed.

“Do I have to worry about losing mine?”, he queried.

She shook her head. “Unless you ever hurt a woman again, nah. Besides, you already got a taste of your medicine and promised to never do it again. So you're safe.”

Oh thank Heavens …

“And I have quite a few other quirks”, the ginger continued, “So every time I actually manage to get meself a girlfriend, it doesn't last long. I'm looking for a lady, who can put up with me madness.”

Oh.

Well, he knew a few tough girls. Tough enough for him, at least. And he was a madman himself, after all. So in theory, they would be able to handle that madwoman here too. But …

“Just out of curiosity, how do you treat your lady-friends?”

Suddenly, Miss Donovan grinned like a Chesire cat.

“Oh, I spoil them rotten!”, she cried excitedly, “Luise gives me a handsome allowance and I make quite a lot of money by placing bets! I'd give them the best I can afford, take them out for dates, protect them from perverts, teach them how to defend themselves and how to read and write, take care of them, be there when they need me-”

The plural form got his attention. “Them?”

Miss Donovan scratched her head awkwardly. “That's the other problem. Monogamy isn't me thing. That and the fact that I get into trouble so often … well, you get the idea. Have been jailed several times too. Luise cuts me allowance every time she has to bail me out.”

One of these girls, eh?

Hyde laughed: “Miss Donovan, I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Call me Alma”, she requested, “Miss Donovan was me mother.”

The brunette grinned. “Call me Edward then.”

They shook hands and proceeded to chat about this and that.

Unfortunately their conversation was interrupted, when Hyde felt a presence behind himself.

Alma frowned. “Uhh, Edward?”

“I know”, he muttered and turned around to come face to face with a huge bloke, who was glaring down at him. He reminded Hyde of a gorilla Jekyll had once seen at the zoo.

“Can I help you, Sir?”, he asked coolly and with an unaffected expression.

“You sick in the head?”, the taller man snarled.

He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Ye heard me!”, the gorilla growled.

Hyde looked past him and caught sight of some men he remembered roughing up. They were whispering and staring at the gorilla, like he was off his head. Which he certainly was.

“I have a score to settle with ya!”

“No, you don't”, Hyde responded languidly. “If we'd brawled before, I'd remember you.”

One of the workers in the background stood up and put a hand on the moron's shoulder.

“Are you off your rocker?!”, the man hissed, “That gremlin looks small, but he holds a candle to the devil.”*

A gremlin?!

He heard Jekyll snort in his head and almost laughed too. But Hyde was in a good mood, so the other man was off the hook. Besides, that was one of the more harmless things he'd been called so far.

“Well, you would know, wouldn't you?”, Hyde remarked, smirking.

“See, Sir”, he turned back to the gorilla, “That man would have a score to settle with me. And so do those three gentlemen in the back.”

He pointed at three other men, who were sitting at one of the other tables. The worker returned to his chair at their table.

“They're just wise enough not to”, Hyde continued. “And you should be too. Or you can just tell me what you actually want.”

“Ye must be that Hyde-fella”, the giant growled.

“'Sup?”

“I heard things about ya!”

“Really now?” Hyde's eyes narrowed. He was starting to feel extremely agitated. Why couldn't that twit just leave them alone? Normally he would have punched him in the gut by now, but he didn't feel like getting himself another house ban.

“Ye start brawls and beat people up for kicks”, the bigger man growled.

And you don't? Hypocrite.

“Even if they're over twice yer size-”

And what does that tell you?! Sod off!

“-Almost killed some old geezer for no reason-”

How the hell did that bastard know that?! Sir Danvers Carew hadn't pressed charges or given his name! The only witness had been a maid and Lady Summers had bought her silence. No one knew that it had been him!

Hyde feigned ignorance: “Some old geezer? Rumours! I can't think of one!”

Jekyll snorted: “Fibbing, Hyde? That's not like you.”

Shut up, Jekyll. Besides, it's easy to deny, when he doesn't say who he means.

Well, at least the fib had the desired effect. It threw the other off. Good. So he had only heard rumours about it. He couldn't prove anything. He didn't even know, if it was true.

The brunette scoffed: “Telling stories with no basis on reality? Pathetic! Now, for the last time, who are you and what do you want?”

I swear, if I have to ask one more time-

“I'm Bob Smith”, the gorilla told him.

“And I'm Queen Victoria”, Hyde responded, mimicking a falsetto and batting his eyelashes. “Guess who I am!”

Some people cackled in the background. Alma chortled and even Jekyll laughed in his head.

The gorilla's scowl intensified. “I'm tryin' to talk to ye, little shit!”

“As am I. And I'm currently failing. And I'm sorry for that. But I'm just so irritated! Because a plastered gorilla just strolled up to me and my friend, interrupted our conversation and is trying to intimidate me, like I'm one of the underage attendants!”

Hyde stared him right into the eyes. He could tell that, if he stood up, he still wouldn't even reach up to the giant's chest, so he didn't bother. Also, he'd bested men of that size before, some of them being professional brawlers. And he was in the perfect position to-

Suddenly the gorilla grabbed him by the collar, which made him gasp in surprise.

“Don't give me that sass, ye brat!”, he snarled. “I'll tear ye to pieces an'-”

Before he could continue, Hyde decided that he had enough and kicked him in the nuts with all his strength.

The gorilla let go and wailed like a little girl. Then he dropped onto the floor, clutching his crown jewels and cursed up a storm.

Priceless.

Utterly priceless.

The brunette scoffed: “Look at you! Acting tough, but a simple knock in the nuts is enough to knock you off your feet. Pathetic.”

“Oi!”, Alma suddenly piped up and stood up. She came around the table and grabbed the man by the hair. “I remember you!”

Her ice blue ice narrowed to slits.

“I saw you 'ere a fortnight ago! You're that piece of shit, who walked off with one of the underage attendants! That ten-year-old gal, if I remember correctly.”

So that gorilla is one of those blokes, huh?

“Ew! Gross!”, Jekyll groaned in disgust. “And you call me a dirty old man, Hyde! At least I don't use children to satisfy my carnal desires!”**

Yes, that's one of your redeeming qualities, Hyde thought drily.

Meanwhile Alma was grinning maniacally. “Why, there's only one appropriate way to 'andle blokes like you!”

To the brunette's surprise, she charmed a knife from her glove. “Now”, she purred darkly, “You will find out, why they call me 'Unmanning Alma'!”

Ohhhh, this is going to be good!

“Hyde, no.”

Hyde, yes!

Hyde was quite convinced, that the knife was blunt. Which made this whole thing even better!

But before more could happen, someone new entered the brothel.

He couldn't believe his eyes. “Lucy!”

She turned to face him. “Oh, Mr. Hyde! Good evening!”

He frowned. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you to leave this place!”

The black-haired woman smiled. “Don't worry, I'm just here to get my clothes. It took me a while to find a room somewhere, but now I finally have a nice one.”

Hyde composed himself. Finding a nice and affordable place to live was extremely hard here in London, he knew that.

Lucy went up to the pimp and they began a talk, which quickly turned into an argument.

His eyes narrowed.

Oh no, that snake was not going to take Lucy's things for himself!

“Is there a problem?”, he asked the pimp icily.

The snake began to talk some gibberish about Lucy having debts.

“I see”, Hyde replied coolly and turned to Lucy: “When you moved out, how much did he charge you?”

“Sixty Pounds”, Lucy huffed. “And I paid! Now he wants another twenty!”

“Sixty? Her possessions are worth less than forty – which I know, because I calculated it. But since you're so eager to rob an ex-prostitute, let's settle this business once and for all.”

Hyde turned around, rummaged in his bag and then turned to them, his hands behind the back. “Alright”, he began darkly. “In one hand I'm holding my bag, that contains medical equipment, as well as all the money you could ever dream of. In the other, I have a walking cane stable enough to bash someone's skull in. Of course”, he added with a sneer, “The other option would be that you land behind bars for hiring underage prostitutes. Just a brief reminder, the age of consent was raised up to sixteen last summer. But then again, when has that ever stopped people from lusting for little brats, eh?”

The pimp stared at him for a full minute.

“Her debts are more than settled”, he finally uttered weakly. Then he backed off and let Lucy get her last things. When she returned downstairs, the snake was waiting for her and shoved a bag of money into her hands. “Here you have twenty pounds, just keep your mouth shut!”

Hyde snorted. The things people did to avoid getting apprehended!

“Oh shut up!”, Jekyll scoffed in his head, “You turn into me, when you get into trouble with the police!”

You shut up, Jekyll!

“No, you!”

Just for the record, I haven't got into trouble with the police since that Carew affair! Now shut up and let me enjoy the show!

“What show? This one or Miss Donovan castrating that paedophile?”

Oh, right. He had forgot about that bugger.

When he turned to the red-head, she had knocked the gorilla out cold and was staring at Lucy, like she was the most gorgeous thing in the world.

To be fair, the black-haired woman was the most beautiful girl he knew.

An idea popped into Hyde's head.

He took the surprised Lucy by the hand and guided her to his new friend (who quickly hid her knife).

“Let me introduce you to Lucy Harris, a woman who's too good for this sinful world – don't you dare deny it, Lucy”, he added, when she wanted to object. “And this is Alma Donovan, a friend of mine, who is just as mad as I am.”

“Charmed!”, Alma cried enthusiastically and shook the blushing woman's hand. “It's an honour to meet a remarkable lady such as yourself!”

“Uhm … likewise …”, Lucy mumbled shyly, obviously not knowing how to deal with this.

Jekyll laughed in Hyde's head.

“I didn't pin you to be a match-maker!”, he teased. If he had been corporeal, Hyde would've stuck his tongue at him.

Oh shut up, if these two hook up, it might give me an advantage!

“Sure, Hyde. Whatever helps you sleep at night! There is no way you could be doing this, because you want two people who helped you to be happy!”

I would strike you, if I could.

“But you cahaaan't!”, Jekyll taunted him. “Come on, Edward! You know that I'm right!”

The brunette puffed his cheeks in annoyance.

Better half, his arse! Also, how old was that man again? Oh yeah, fifty! He was a dirty, fifty-year-old bastard!

A groan got their attention. Oh, the gorilla was waking up.

The two mad people excused themselves and dragged the half-conscious man outside and into an alley. Hyde kicked him in the solar plexus for good measure, to render him defenceless.

But when Donovan had her blunt knife out, Hyde laughed and took a scalpel out of his bag. “That knife is too blunt. Use this, that'll be quicker.”

Alma took the medical tool and made short work of the man's nether regions.

She and Hyde cackled maniacally as the child-molesting bastard screamed, then left him to writhe in agony.

“I need to go back”, Hyde told her, “I still have to pay for my drink.”

She grinned. “Maybe Miss Harris hasn't left yet”, she hoped.

I'm sure one of her ex-colleagues is keeping her back for a few minutes to chat, he assumed.

And sure enough, he was right.

Lucy was leaning outside, next to the door and chatting with one of her colleagues, who had crept outside for some fresh air.

Hyde recognised the other woman. That French girl … what was her name … oh right, Marianne.

Alma went up to them and joined in their conversation, while he went back inside to pay.

Everyone was obviously glad, when he paid up and left the place.

Then he had a short talk with the three women (Lucy inquired how he was doing), before turning to go home. “Goodbye, ladies! It was fun to pass time with you!”

“Likewise!”, Alma laughed and waved back.

Then they all went their separate ways.

Hyde was still elated, when he arrived at his flat.

Sure, he hadn't got up the pole tonight, but damn! He had found himself one sister in arms!

“This was the best evening in ages!”, he exclaimed happily.

“I can imagine it was”, Jekyll deadpanned and appeared in the mirror.

“This is my nightmare!”, the blond groaned and shook his head. “You found a partner in crime, who's just as deranged as you are!”

The brunette cackled and revelled in the other's exasperation.

Meanwhile Lady Summers was doing paper work, when her telephone rang and she jumped.

With a frustrated sigh, she took the receiver. “Hello, Lady Summers speaking?”

In the next moment she winced and held the receiver away from her ear.

“You, Luise! I just had the best evening ever!”

Why did Alma have to shout into the phone like that?!

“Let me guess, you castrated someone?”, the Lady sighed in annoyance.

“That too, but I met some really interesting people!”

“Did you now?”

“Yes! First off, I stumbled upon Hyde in a brothel-”

“What were you doing there?!”

“I'm coming to that – and we chatted about this and that, when this huge gorilla of a man interrupted our conversation and started to annoy Edward-”

Oh, so it's first name basis now?

“-and you won't believe this! It was the same guy, who screwed that little girl the other day! The one I didn't get to punish, because I had to leave early!”

“Aha.”

“And just as I wanted to give him, what he deserved, this absolutely gorgeous woman walked in! She was so cute and beautiful, damn! It's true love, I know it! And Edward introduced me to her! Her name is Lucy Harris! She's so adorable! I asked for her address and get this! She just moved into the house where I live! Isn't that amazing?! Maybe I'll finally have a lasting relationship! And I also got to know a Frenchwoman, who is apparently a former colleague of Lucy's. A really bricky**** lady, I tell you!”

The Prussian needed a minute to process all of this.

Then she recovered her spirit.

“That's nice, Alma. But you still haven't told me what you were doing in a run-down brothel bar in Soho.”

“I was looking for a potential girlfriend! You know how hard it is for me to keep one! And every woman in Whitechapel knows me. They don't want anything to do with me. I don't even know why! I'm doing them a favour with what I do! Anyway, I hoped that maybe I'd be luckier in one of the other districts. And I thought prostitutes would be a good thing to start with, because they're tougher than others.”

That's in the eye of the beholder, the Lady thought drily.

“Have you told Mr. Hyde about your favourite pastime?”, she asked curiously.

“Yeah. But he was calm about it, after I told him that he has nothing to fear. He even helped me castrate that child-molesting gorilla! I think I found myself a brother in arms!”

Lady Summers groaned: “This is my nightmare! You found a partner in crime, who's just as deranged as you are!”

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*cash carrier - Victorian Slang for: a pimp

**Hold a candle to the devil - Victorian Slang for: to be evil

***My version of Jekyll is anti pedo. Anything younger than eighteen is too young for him. Hyde likes them twenty (like himself) and older.

****bricky - Victorian Slang for: brave, fearless