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August will be filled with hope.

August will be filled with love.

August will be filled with trust.

August will be filled with peace.

August will be filled with positivity.

August will be filled with healthier connections.

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Does anyone else think about how fun it would be a super villain's sugar baby? Like...

wearing match outfits and going along with his quirky theme

listening to him do his monologuing (which is basically a stem and we love a man who communicates)

being mean to his goons together because they can't get their shit together and you have a masters in nano engineering and mathematics

him doing crazy big gestures like stealing a massive fucking diamond so he can turn it into jewelry for you or bombing the place you used to work at because of how much you hated it

you get to be an evil power couple

Chapter 11

Family Fortune

As he looked around the surrounding room, Axel realized some of the weapons held more familiarity than he believed. Something in the way the walls reminded him of the broken down home they lived in made him believe that the weapons adorning them held nostalgia as well.

For the first few moments that light filled the room, he believed they were relics of the past or maybe something he saw in a dream. He was nothing but shocked as he took in his surroundings. Weapons as far as he could see, but a clear path to another door. There was organized chaos, something that Griffin THRIVED in. Upon a closer inspection, Axel found there was no way the door could actually work, it was too mangled for use.

But an even closer look at the actual weapons themselves would open multiple doors in his memories. One item that he stopped in front of made him stop in his tracks. Something about the bright blue hilt struck a chord of nerves that could only be described as bittersweet nostalgia. As he picked the weapon out of the broken barrel it was sheathed in, he realized what it was that made him remember the item.

“Wait, I had a fake sword that looked just like this when we were kids! The blue hilt, the streaks of green that look like lighting in the middle… all of it- how did you remember the exact look?”

Griffin nodded as he picked it up, then carried it to the back of the room where the broken door stood.

“You wanna know how I remember? It never left me. I never let them out of my sight.”

The closer the men got to it, the closer the details became more clear.

“Let them..? I don’t think I’m following.”

The door looked like it was about to fall off its hinges if he simply placed a hand on the termite-ridden wood, but as he opened it, Axel’s eyes widened as they found the treasure trove created out of their childhood toys.

“You kept it all… The bows, the swords, “

A choked bark gained both brother’s attention as Axel glanced between the small dog that was the exact breed and the robot at his heel as the dog in question began to walk over to his ‘blueprint’.

“The first toy we ever fought over?”

Griffin held his hands up defensively.

“Sometimes you’ve gotta reminisce on the happy things. Especially when your only happy place is taken away from you.”

As the small toy let out another scratchy bark, Enforcer jumped out of surprise and picked up the toy in his jowls, breaking it in his grasp. A quick gasp left Axel as he watched the literal break-neck speed in front of him.

“Damn…”

Griffin let out a short breath

“Just another memory wasted huh..

“I’m sorry, Grif. I wasn’t expecting him to do that.”

Griffin didn’t reply. Somewhere between angry that the memory was taken, but relieved that he wouldn’t have to listen to the crackled box of the broken toy anymore, he settled on indifference.

Then, in the silence, Axel cracks another joke to ease any possible hard feelings.

“Do you think he felt threatened?”

Griffin looks between the ribbons of the toy and the animatronic in front of him, then turns back to Axel. He knew the younger brother was just trying to keep him on a light note, so he nodded.

“Oh he totally did.”

The brothers let out chuckles as they looked at the shattered toy below their feet.

“He was too quick with that attack. You’ve got him trained really well, how many dummies did this dog destroy?”

“None, I actually took him hunting with me and THAT’S how he learned to attack things quickly.”

“Holy shit..”

Axel nodded “He’s a badass. Taught him to be a lone wolf like you if the time ever came to it. He can’t be lost if he loses me.”

“Don’t say that. He’s not going to lose you, I’m making sure of it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared to lose me a second time.”

“No, I’m scared to be alone with that thing.”

The robotic dog in front of him let out an angry snarl, teeth already sharpening themselves and red irises darkening in a shade to make him more intimidating than he already was.

“Point proven.”

“He’s just showing off to assert fake dominance, don't worry. Animals in the wild do that too, to make themselves too scary to fight.”

Looking back into the room, Axel did a double take as the gleam of his brother’s bow nearly blinded him. The double pointed edges made him shiver at the realization that his bow could be used for both long range and short if it needed to be. Pulling him from the thoughts swirling in his head, Griffin spoke up.

“So, has the initial shock subsided?”

Griffin couldn’t help the smug grin that crossed his features. For once, he felt finally had the upper hand on his brother’s wit. Axel let out a scoff of his own that matched the disgust his brother’s usually carried and he offered a small smile.

“I wouldn’t say that it’s shock at this point. More so amazement that you did all of this by yourself.”

Griffin shook his head, knowing that he would be at least a little surprised in his skill.

“What can I say, I have a genius for a brother and a workaholic for a father. I had to do something with those skills.”

Axel let out a tiny huff of a laugh.

“You flatter me.”

“Eh, just wait until I screw it up somehow.”

Griffin looks away to the corner of the room, allowing himself to remember that it was always a matter of time before he (or something he created) messed up the situation at hand.

“Ever the optimist. C’mon, lighten up.”

Axel gave him a playful shove to his shoulder, something that he would do even when they were children to get Griffin to play back.

“Trust me, I try.”

“I doubt that.”

“Lightening up like a lightbulb.”

“Missing one of the main conductors I bet.”

“Rude.”

Silence took over the room once more before the brothers broke out into laughter. There weren’t many times like this, so they knew to enjoy it while it could.

Griffin was the first to bring himself back to composure and keep the task at hand in the forefront of their minds.

“Regardless, we’ll get what we want and then we have to make a small four day trip to see our monster dearest.”

A brief look of shock and annoyance flashed across Axel’s face. While he didn’t mind the exercise, four days sounded a little excessive.

“Ah, right. I forgot the promenade is over.”

He leaned down and picked up as many weapons as he could, then handed some to Enforcer to hold on his back. The duo loaded with bows, swords and a rifle if needed.

“There was never a-”

“Let me have this moment.”

“Right.”

gojou: are you wearing…

kenjaku: your ex boyfriend’s corpse? yeah, i am

Chapter 5

Comfort In the Chaos

Griffin runs his hands down his face as he thinks of where he wanted to start. The best place to start was probably at the beginning, but the beginning doesn’t seem to exist when your mother is a pathological liar that can convince anyone that her family fell apart because of their father, Ignacio, a man that worshiped the ground she walked on.

Their father was in the picture for as long as Griffin could remember. Griffin assumed he was still in the picture after he ran away to take care of Axel, but fate (or luck, whichever hated him more) didn’t seem to hold that truth.

Ignacio was a gentle soul with a strong drive to keep his family safe no matter what it took. He would walk through hell when Ximena refused to walk on a match. He would pick up the chores around the house for the boys if they ever forgot to do them and would send a wink their way with a quick ‘she doesn’t have to know it was me.’ Anyone that looked at Ignacio felt safe, at ease even, by those honey eyes.

Teaching the boys to hunt, cook, fence, farm and clean was nothing but the bare minimum to him and he made sure they knew it.

“I only want the best for you both. If your mother and I aren’t around, then you will need to provide for each other. I can’t say for certain with the times we’re living in you will be as fortunate to find a lover, so you have to be ready to take care of each other.”

The boys look at each other, nod their heads and get right back to their learning. Love was nothing but a time waster in this world, Griffin had to constantly remind himself of that.

“Hey, earth to Grif, what is it that you need to tell me that is so shell-shocking that you haven’t had the ability to speak for five minutes?”

Axel doesn’t mean to come off as rude as he is, but with the anticipation gripping at his sides and twisting his stomach, he lets his nerves get to him.

“When did dad leave? I need to know that first. That is going to tell me where to start.”

Axel tensed and shifted uncomfortably as if the memory was enough to steer him away from the curiosity of finding the truth.

“He left about a year and a half after you ran away. He refused to stop looking for you, though. Everyday it was ‘but what if Griffin this’ and ‘Griffin could come home that.’”

Axel didn’t realize that he had balled his fist, he didn’t even realize the slight tremble in his legs. He wasn’t sure if his tiny outburst was anger placed towards his father for leaving, or if it was jealousy that his brother seemed much more wanted than he would ever be. All he knew was that there was a pain that settled in him that changed from emptiness and sorrow to rage and revenge for the boy that would never get to know familial love again.

Griffin seemed to pick up on the tense atmosphere and he stood up, held his hand out in offering and waited. Axel, confused as ever, put his hand out as well and Griffin pulled him into what seemed to be a bone crushing hug.

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he needed to apologize for. He needed to tell Axel all the things he did to keep assassins and others away from the boy from a distance. If he could find the correct words, he would say ‘I’m sorry I left you to deal with that alone.’, ‘I did try my best to keep you safe from a distance, but I couldn’t keep you from the real monster.’, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t bring you with me.’ ‘I came back and watched out for you every night that she didn’t have someone right outside of that stupid window watching guard’ but now wasn’t the time for any of that.

Instead, he settled for a “you’re not alone anymore. I don’t know how many times I can apologize for running back then, but I’m not running again. I’m here now. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, if you want to punch me or curse me again you can. I understand.”

Axel couldn’t help the choked sob that fell from his lips or the tears that he didn’t know he was holding back. All this time, he began to believe that he was hated by his older brother. He began to believe that he was forever going to be known as the lesser brother to him. But with Griffin’s unprompted apology, something told him that he was being so genuine it pained them both. Ximena had convinced him Griffin ran away because he was embarrassed of the people he was related to. Axel almost wanted to believe the lies that his mother fed him rather than face the truth that he was the one in the wrong.

“You really didn’t run because you were embarrassed of us?”

“I would break the noses of anyone that talked badly on your name. I was more than proud to be related to one of the strongest families in the villages. I’ll tell you more about that later, we can’t both be emotional messes.”

Griffin knew that a small joke wouldn’t do much harm, a light punch to his arm and a tiny ‘shut up’ confirmed his assumption. Axel took deep breaths to collect himself as he tried to figure out what he could say that wouldn’t make him more emotional than he already was.

“Mom told me they got in a bad fight one night and he threw a glass at her head, it shattered over her and glass got in her eye, but he was the one that ended up making a run for it. I guess that is what guilt does to you.”

Griffin couldn’t find himself believing that Ignacio would ever get physical with her, he would apologize for hugging her too hard or squeezing too hard in a massage, he would never bring her harm.

“Where were you at the time?”

“I wasn’t in the house, I was down in the village because mom said she needed to talk to him and didn’t want me listening in. She said it was about you lashing out on her and how dad needed to stop searching for a monster and start hunting instead..”

At the last sentence, things began to settle into place. Ximena didn’t want any witnesses.

Griffin knew he personally ran away because he was lashed out at. He didn’t want to run, but he knew he couldn’t fight back. He ran because he found something he wasn’t supposed to, then was blamed for the exact action that he escaped from.

If there was one thing that he and his father shared, it was mannerisms and intelligence, meaning Ignacio had to have found the one dirty little secret that Ximena didn’t want ANYONE to find.

Ignacio must have found the cellar that stashed her little obsession.

Griffin takes a moment to collect himself as he figures out how to find the proper words without going into too much detail of the pain he suffered through in silence.

“There’s a cellar in the far back corner of our property.”

“Oh I know. I know everything about that hell hole.”

“I found the cellar in the daytime, and decided maybe I should check inside for myself. When I started walking over to the building, I saw her and I kinda started to panic. If she was hiding something, I wasn’t about to lose my toes for snooping around.”

A bittersweet laugh is passed between the brothers when the situation is considered.

“One night I followed her in that cellar. She didn’t look like herself in the slightest, she had this glint in her eye that should've been the sign for me to walk away and not ask her any questions but I had to know what the meaning of it was.”

Axel tilts his head to the side, while it made sense that Griffin would be confused, he didn’t understand why their mother would be seemingly possessed by the liquid.

“Swey has no addictive properties, I’m not sure why she was acting differently…”

“When I called out for her she nearly whipped her neck off to look at me, there wasn’t fear there like I thought there would be, though. It was nothing but anger. I didn’t know how to react and next thing I knew she was rushing me with a dagger.”

After a deep silence, Griffin shakes his head. The memory wasn’t one that he wanted to go into the detail of with his younger brother, but he knew there were more questions to be answered.

“The rest of that is history. I ran away and began to live through different villages as long as I could until word got around that I was the one that lashed out and attacked her, rather than the other way around.”

Axel can't find what to say, he was always so convinced that his mother was a patron saint that always wanted what was best for the family, not the reason the family fell apart. Griffin looks up at him and the dreaded question is asked.

“So, where is mom now?”

“I’m not sure, she sent me for the anklet and cut comms with me.”

“Of course she did, I think I know where we will find her.”

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