I've been publishing this one for sixteen days over on AO3 and it felt like it was time to start publishing it here.
This one is simultaneously lighter and darker than the previous works in the series, and is longer by itself than the entire rest of the series.
The warnings are similar to the warnings on the other works, but this time I'm not going to put up extra warnings for specific chapters. Notes and further warnings will be added as necessary, however.
The warnings are currently (30th of November 2014): Past Child Abuse, past sexual abuse, nightmares, Alpha/Beta/Omega 'verse, psychological trauma, serious injuries, injury recovery, explicit sexual content, underage sex, AU - modern setting, mates, Devil's Fruits as super powers people are spontaneously born with, angst, family secrets, family issues, family angst, past incest, hurt/comfort, fluff, and dysfunctional family.
He's thrown down; his head collides with the concrete floor with a thud, but he can't feel it because his leg is on fire. He's screaming in his head – would do so out loud, but he's so afraid nothing comes out but tiny wordless sobs. Lucci's growling somewhere behind him; why isn't he running? He should get out, get away while he still can; they're going to punish him next.
His uncle hisses something in his ear; he doesn't understand a word he's saying. A fist smashes into his face, and he yells in his head for help; someone, anyone. Terrible pressure is being applied to his rib cage – was that a crack? His leg wails as a weight settles on it, but the pain in the other is so fresh, so startling, that he barely notices.
Arms wrap around him, and he cries out – are they planning on being all gentle now? There's a voice in his ear; a soft, reassuring voice. Not them. Not Lucci, either. It's familiar; he remembers warm murmurs, caresses that make his blood boil, strong, safe arms. Safe.
He's not in pain anymore. No weight on his leg; no pressure being applied to his rib cage. Just arms wrapped around him, holding him close, and a soft voice in his ear. Kid. Safety, happiness, trust; all the things he never thought would be his. Kid is here; everything will be all right. He tries to stifle his sobs as he buries his face in Kid's chest, letting his mate's voice wash over him and silence his demons as the embrace tightens and lips brush against his forehead.
Kid's here. He's safe.