#first fandom contribution

@littlethingofevil @lothkitten and @deliriumexmachina inspired me to bang out a SouthernGothic!AU Overwatch drabble thing. Here’s what I came up with. Takes place in the American South, roughly around the mid 1950′s.

Unholy Ghost

Characters: Reyes, mentions of Angela and Amélie

Trigger warnings for human remains, mindwipes, blasphemy, OCs, and Talon agents.  

They came to his front porch with the usual: carton of cigarettes (still wrapped in cellophane, so none of them snuck a pack for themselves), a bottle of whiskey (top shelf, fancy), and a meal (the scent of hush puppies, collard greens, and fried lake trout means they hit up Luanne’s along the way). The offerings would be more than enough coming from one of the locals, but Rev. Cassias knew better now. These motherfuckers, in their pressed funeral suits and aviators, what they wanted him to do was worth a hell of a lot more than that.

“Five grand up front or get the fuck off my land.” He tilted his head towards the shotgun leaning on the wall next to his rocking chair. They were armed, and they could shoot him dead fore he could stand, but they wouldn’t. Couldn’t nobody do what he could, not even that little blond gal with the funny accent that came round years back, naggin’ him six ways from Sunday about his “methods”.

“The thing we’re asking for is quite different this time-” One spoke up, but was jabbed in the ribs by his partner.

“We do require your services; however, This is a specialized case. One that’s far more in your wheelhouse than last time.” The second man walked up the porch steps, the bag of food held out in front of him like a peace offering. Rev. Cassias stiffened, the memory of their last deal sending a hot wash of shame dripping from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet.

That French woman was beautiful, even in the sedated state they had her in when they hauled her around to his back shed. The way she slurred “Aidez-moi” reminded him of the bleeding peasant women he marched past in the Great War. He pretended that the elixir he gave her was simply taking the pain away, making her innocent as a newborn babe. Whiskey usually helped keep the lie intact.

And I'm torn because some lyrics are really good but the song itself kinda sucks, and I want every song to be super recognizable as to why its Megstiel but nice enough that you could make a CD of it and not ear bleed and and