London's one shots

🎵 Ace London 🎵

-Name: Ace William London

-age: 43

-birthday: October 28th

Ace as a character on the surface is your typical emotionally unvailable man who havent moved pass his bad boy phase, and let's face it almost everyone crushed on some character with the same trope at some point in their life

He's rude, short tempered, and extremly dismissive with that sweet pinch of sercasm on top

But as any good fictional character, i believe that he possess a depth that we haven't dived in nor discussed yet

As to why he turned out the way he is, why did his personality became so rotten yet fascinating

in order to do so we need to start from the very beginning

Having seen his mother get killed on the hands of his own father when he was only 5 years old surely wasn't an easy sight to take in, he loved his mother, finding safety and comfort in her embrace while she smothered him with that sweet motherly affection

yet he adored his father, he found him to be the perfect balance between fun and strict and Ace idolized that

so imagine how it felt when he was introduced to his doing

His world shattered

the boy fled from his home terrified thinking he was about to be next

He wondered the streets for a couple weeks scared, alone, and with no one to turn into, before what seemed to be the light at the end of the tunnel, getting adopted by the local gang

Ace thought his problems were all solved because at the time was nothing but a child, and he's obviously naive as any kid his age should be, so he sticked around, got introduced to this whole unfamiliar and new life style

But unfortunately, throughtout the years he would get constantly exposed to every form and shape of abuse by some older members who found him to be the perfect plaything

He was young, defenseless, weak

Their favorite way of absolutely wrecking him was locking him in a tight pitch black backroom for hours

He would scream and beg for anyone to help with none caring enough to reach out, he didn't understand why would anyone do such a thing, did seeing him in an agonizing state of mind bring them satisfaction?

But... why?

He did not understand.

He wasn't being unapproachable with them, total opposite

So what was he doing wrong?

This went on for years, eventually driving the teen over the edge of sanity, leaving only the shell of what once was an innocent little boy

resulting for him to not only developing claustrophobia, but also to major distrust that intrefered with the way he viewed other individuals in general

Therefore he became more isolated, distant, and self dependent

The years he spent in the underground society made him break out of the blissful ignorance his home once provided

An ignorance of how cruel and agonizing the world could be when you're a rabbit in a game designed by predators

He had to learn the hard way, yet all he felt while staring at his bloodied hands fire surrounding him was that he was grateful

Grateful to the fact that he wasn't the prisoner of a lucid dream most people are living

Life wasn't sunshine and rainbows, and he found the strength to accept that it doesn't have to be for him to be at peace

And he was, for the first time in a long, long while.

What he couldn't predict though, was life itself

It had her own twists and turns, and when sometimes if could be for the worst, it wasn't the case this time

As time passed, he sort of overcome his emotional distancing, allowing bonds to form

It was a peculiar feeling for him, not necessarily unpleasant, but more of a distant memory

He made friends, he fell in love, he grew up, he had a family, and he learned how to live with the ghosts of his past

It doesn't necessarily mean that they disappeared, he's still non trusting of those around him (the exception are the ones he grew fond of), and the psychological and emotional damage were worse to manage (such as nightmares, panic attacks...ect)

Yet he found that maybe, he didn't have to bare it alone, maybe for once he can lean in on a shoulder and expecting it to be there whenever he needed it

he's still learning

He's still growing as a person

To be a husband, a father, a human being in general

He wasn't perfect, but for now, he was content

"In conclusion humans are self centered beings, if given the choice to surrender to their sadastic tendencies with no consequences or restrains, they would happily do so, eventually covering up the act as a action of a higher cause

Truly fascinating

Most would'nt offer a hand unless they would receive something profeting in return. at the end kindness is just an illusion, a cloak that everyone put on and off as they wished for it to be depending on the circumstances, it dosent come natural, or does it flow swiftly as a stream, its a beautiful fantasy that most craves or pretend to pocess for them to play the role of a saint." Ace london