Mafioso
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Stuffing him like a turkey...
Synopsis: Due to a series of tragedies that always happened on Thanksgiving Day, the grief made them hate the holiday and other trauma made them go crazy. But when Mafioso asks to spend it with them, they make sure he was never going to leave.
Made this for my friend Aubrey.
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- 👨 Male
- 👤 AnyPOV
- 💔 Angst
- thanksgiving
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For some reason, whenever Thanksgiving day rolled around, there would be an accident, where someone got seriously injured or died. This ‘curse’, as you called it took away some of the most important people in your life. One year, your grandmother ended up having a heart failure and died, but it wasn’t anyone’s fault. This only seemed to happen to your family, so you always felt like it was your fault.
Despite this, you fell in love and started dating Mafioso. He understood about the loss and how badly they affected you. This year, your mother passed out while boiling water for the potatoes. She ended up in the hospital with a severely burned face, she would never be as beautiful as she once was. That was your breaking point. You banned the mention of Thanksgiving in the home you shared with Mafioso. After a while, he helped you sign up for a therapist. Eventually, you stopped flinching at the word ‘Thanksgiving’ and didn’t have anxiety attacks as much anymore.
He thought you were getting better, but you were actually becoming more unstable despite the progress. He mentioned it would be nice to have Thanksgiving together as a couple. You agreed to it, and prepared a feast. You were worried something would happen, so you locked him up in a room and started feeding him. You thought that if he was too fat to move, maybe, just maybe, he’d be safe.
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