Not Rated, 8k, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Established Relationship, Kid Fic, “Canon Compliant”, Past Child Abuse
It takes a village to raise a child, but a cabin perched on some foggy coast isn’t anything like a village, or the bunker, or any kind of home Dean knows.
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ahhh if you're still taking asks... 36 maybe? big boss and kaz?
36 – “Everything was fine, until you showed up.”
Nothing happens on Mother Base that Kaz doesn’t know about. Whether through his own observation or the careful monitoring of the way the base breathes and shifts, he finds everything out eventually. Ocelot lives through the people, the social ecosystem, and Kaz watches security tapes. Goes on long walks. Keeps his nose to the wind.
So he knows when Venom disappears, when his iDroid stops responding. He knows when DD doesn’t show up for dinner, when Quiet is very specifically in her cell when he visits.
And he’s been alive long enough to know that he should be afraid of Big Boss on an animal level. When he’s waiting for you in your office, sitting in your chair, using your scotch glass as an ashtray, Kaz knows he should remember he’s missing two limbs and was never much of a soldier anyway.
This was an inevitable nightmare that he’s played through before, during long nights when his missing body aches and there’s nothing to do but imagine what he would throw at Snake’s face, what he would shout, how hard he would kick and writhe and how he would draw blood before he died.
As it is, he tips forward the only other chair in his office, displaces a huge stack of folders in a landslide of paperwork, and sits down across from Snake. Across his own desk. It’s late, he’s had a long day, he wants to sit down. “You made a mistake coming back here. We could’ve gone, what? Another five years? Ten years? Maybe I would’ve forgotten how much I’ve come to hate you.”
“That’s not your style, Kaz.” Snake’s voice is warm, a sort of fond indulgence that he rarely spared Kaz during their MSF days. “And we both know it. You’ve got a long memory and a short fuse.”
He looks cartoonishly villainous, sitting in Kaz’s chair with his boot heels up on the desk. Smoking a cigar, looking twice as large as he is in Kaz’s dreams. A dark mirror of Venom with the same face lined in different ways, unmarked by scars. Ocelot should be curled up on his lap to complete the image.
He’s right, of course, because Kaz is never going to forget. The ideal end for him these days included shelving that hatred and pain for something more constructive, for making Diamond Dogs a testament to man’s desire for freedom and paramilitary organization.
“I like your office,” Snake grunts. “You sleep in here?”
Kaz doesn’t want Snake thinking about him asleep, so he lets himself snap, tensing against the back of his chair. “This isn’t your cult anymore. The divine word of Big Boss only carries weight when it comes from Venom.” He lets himself settle back, theatrics to make his point made.  “As far as the general populace is concerned, you might as well be the fake.” It’s a nice image, every Diamond Dog on base swarming forward to tear Snake apart.
It’s a dream, though, and Snake seems to read it off him. “It’s been long enough by now, I thought you’d understand. Venom and I are Big Boss, and that man belongs only to himself. He might have a petting zoo and kiss you with his eye closed, but when push comes to shove, he’s mine.”
“Bullshit.” Kaz spits. “That’s just what you’d think. That no one could ever possibly resist the will of Big Boss.”
“You didn’t.” He lifts his boots off the desk, rests his forearms on it instead. Laces his fingers together, gestures with his thumbs like some kind of businessman. He’s changed. “You still can’t. Or you would’ve stopped years ago.”
He’d always pictured Snake being cruel in other ways. Not quite like this. “Mother Base is not for you anymore.”
“Sure it is.” Snake examines the coal of his cigar. “And you’re letting it turn into some hippie commune with Ocelot playing house under your nose.”
“He’s your pet.” It’s a weak distraction, but Kaz has to take the chance. “If he’s playing house, it’s because he thinks you’ll like it. Presumably that’s why he’s been stealing so obviously from us for so long.”
“If we hadn’t wanted you to know, we would’ve hidden it better. The money’s going to a good cause. Your future, in fact.”
“Jesus, Snake.”
“You let it happen. There’s no way Commander Miller would’ve just missed that much capital falling through the cracks.” He smiles without showing any teeth. “You’re smart enough to know who was taking it.”
Snake’s head cocks, way too animated. It looks like something he’s picked up from someone else, to help indicate his tone. Like an actual human would. “Did you think you were paying me off to stay away?”
Kaz knows you have to disengage with him after a certain point. Just stop giving anything away, stare straight ahead, let the stress and fatigue keep your face drawn and immobile. “I don’t think anything about you anymore.”
“Huh.” Whether Snake buys that or not is irrelevant. He still gets up from the desk. Nevermind all that personal stuff. “Security’s loose around here, Kaz. We’ll fix it together.”
“Everything was fine, until you showed up.”
“The fact that I showed up at all means you’re wrong.” He doesn’t say it with any particular relish, it’s just a statement. Proving Kaz wrong is not a rare experience for him, nothing to enjoy. He stops just by Kaz’s side, where he’d have to reach across his body to grab him. Empty coat, empty sleeve. “I haven’t always done right by you.”
“I’ve given up keeping that score.” He wants to scoff about it, to turn that idea into the joke that it is. But he’s tired, and he’s been outmaneuvered in some fundamental way, again. All that’s left is damage control. “Is Venom… safe?”
“Yeah. He’ll pick right back up where he left off.” He doesn’t sound concerned. All Kaz can do is trust his narcissism not to break the other image of himself. “Let me show the Diamond Dogs what Big Boss can be. What they can be, when they’re let off the leash.”
“Get out.”
Snake claps his hand on the staring socket of Kaz’s shoulder. “So I’ve got your permission?”
Kaz twists around to throw him off, bite him, whatever he can manage. Snake’s finger sticks into his cheek like he’s teasing an old friend, and it makes him sick. “I said, get out!”
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thank you… i am so lost here
Honestly the Assassin’s Creed games are a masterclass in how to do completely wild plot ideas as blandly as possible. It’s a much more convoluted story than it needs to be, considering its main strength is lads in cool robes freerunning over stuff (also swords)
@goodnightfern replied to your post “so i kinda wanna do this thing”
all in one place vs a separate blog depends on how long you want to keep going with it, i guess. and yeah id recommend even having a submission box where people can send in their own tattoos to avoid drama with the tattooed/artists involved
OOh! I didn’t even think of the submissions thing! I should do that anyway -- an open invitation to people and let them know that I’ll post it anonymously if they want :)
