#bishop loved aidan

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Scar (Phoenix!Bishop SoulMate AU)

Bishop had a problem. It wasn’t that his eyes now glowed orange instead of sliding black when he was angry. It wasn’t that his heart was beating and he needed to eat. Wasn’t that he’d been living in a run-down cabin in the woods since his father had abandoned him (again).

No, it was Aidan.

(It was always Aidan.)

More specifically, Aidan’s recent fashion choices.

The younger man had always been a fan of dark colors, taking that dreary vampire aesthetic to the extreme. Leather jackets, dark t-shirts, fashionable boots, slick sunglasses. Clothes that showed off his impressive physique (of course Bishop had noticed, who wouldn’t have?).

So the switch to turtlenecks was... unexpected to say the least.

Bishop had been watching from afar since his rebirth as a whole new monster, itching to get close, to reinsert himself into his son’s life, to help clean up the messes he’d made. But Aidan had made it abundantly clear that he no longer wanted his Maker’s help. 

So Bishop watched.

It was hard to see the change. The high-collared shirts, the light scarves, some sort of new hipster vibe that didn’t suit the younger man at all. Something had happened. Something had made him want to change his appearance, to hide himself.

Mourning?

He could hope. But it was unlikely. Nothing else really changed in Aidan’s daily routine, in his life. Work, home, bars, hotel. He was just hiding himself away under a new layer of clothing. It was a mystery, one that Bishop would have to get closer to solve, and that wasn’t happening any time soon.

So he watched. He stalked. He heated up cans of beans and cups of noodles with his bare hands and waited for Aidan to figure it out, to realize that something that should have been missing was not. He was tired of the direct approach, of trying to shape the world to Aidan’s fancy. This time, his son would come to him.

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Aidan scratched his neck. It didn’t itch. It just felt weird. Probably had something to do with the thick scar he’d woken up with. “Well?” He asked.

He was sitting at the table with his roommates, who were staring at the pink, roping mass that cut across his throat. 

It hadn’t been there the day before.

“Is it... from the fight?” Josh asked.

Aidan shook his head. “That was three days ago. I think I would have noticed before now.”

“Maybe it’s a soul scar?”

The boys turned to look at Sally. “A what?” Aidan asked. The term was familiar-ish, some sort of fairy tale that had been floating around since before he’d been born.

“Like a soulmate mark,” the ghost elaborated. “Like how Josh has those extra scratches since Nora caught him changing? You share scars with your soulmate. Like, sharing their pain. Or something.”

Aidan rubbed at his neck. “How would anyone survive this? What would even have to happen?”

Josh shrugged. “Looks like someone tried to cut your head off.”

There was a beat. A pause. A moment where they all turned to look at each other, eyes wide with fear.

“No.”

No.

He started wearing turtlenecks.

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Every time he changes clothes I worry that his son is gonna kill him.

AIDAN.

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Aw, fuck. He retweeted that fast!

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Sunrise, Sunset, Sunshine, Snapshots

He’d known. He could... feel it, he guessed, deep in whatever was left of his soul. Something that should have been missing, but wasn’t. And now they were in the middle of a war. Purebred wolves and bloodborne death and time-hopping ghosts with magic. So sitting in the a dark cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by burnt out candles and empty cans of beans and rice wasn’t even the weirdest part of his week.

No, the weirdest part of his week was the confirmation of Bishop, dressed in torn jeans and a blue plaid flannel, walking through the door.

“I need your help.”

To Aidan’s surprise, the older vampire smiled. “When don’t you?”

~~~

“I woke up covered in ash, my father standing over me. He died whenI was five. Flu. When Carlo turned me, I guess dad thought there wasn’t any chance of his genes coming into play. But when you... that triggered it.”

“Triggered what?”

Bishop grinned, his eyes flashing orange in the light of the setting sun. A small flame appeared in the palm of his hand. “This.” He stared at the flickering of the fire, and Aidan realized that the glow in his eyes wasn’t from the sun. “I thought... when i woke up, saw dad. I thought we were gonna be a family again, you know? He took me to a hotel, got me some clean clothes, my first actual meal in over 500 years. Showed me the ropes.” He closed his hand, extinguishing the flame. “He only stayed a week. Left in the middle of the night. I have no idea where he is.”

“What are you?” Aidan asked.

Bishop turned to him, his eyes icy blue again. “Phoenix. Can’t even die right.”

~~~

“So, you’re saying that by killing him, we gave him actual, literal firepower?”

Aidan was standing with Josh, Sally, and Nora in the kitchen while Bishop hung back in the living room, lounging on the couch and warming up his tea with his bare hands.

“We need him, ok? He’s left us alone for the past couple of years. He said he’d help. Even has some ideas for the whole wolf thing.”

Josh narrowed his eyes. “What? He’s gonna kill me?”

“Opposite, actually,” Bishop piped up from the other room. “You can’t kill me so we can practice control.”

“Won’t that hurt?” Sally asked.

The phoenix just shrugged and went back to his tea.

~~~

It was just the two of them. The two of them and Liam. The wolf glowered over them, smiling wickedly. He’d caught them off guard, surprised them, outnumbered them with various members of his pack. They’d been knocked out and woken up on the basement of an old house, cuffed, their mouths taped shut.

“Can’t do much without the fangs, huh?” Liam asked. He seemed awfully proud of himself. “And you,” he nodded at Bishop, who was leveling him with a murderous glare, “dunno what you are, but you reek of ash and death and can’t seem to be much use without your hands controlling your fancy magic tricks.” He licked his lips and wiped a sheen of sweat from his brow. 

Which was odd, since it was actually pretty chilly out.

“Can’t wait to behead me a couple of vamps,” he continued as dark wet patches spread across his shirt. “Looks like someone already got you, though,” he nodded to the scar that Bishop’s death had left. “Time to finish the job.”

Liam was panting. His face was slowly turning pink, red, crimson. His breathing was labored. “You, uh, you boys gonna pay for what your lot did to my... my kin.” He wobbled, swaying back and forth. His eyes were watering, the whites gone pink with blood. “What? What the hell?”

And then he screamed. Long and loud and incredibly high pitched for someone so seemingly together. He dropped to his knees, scooted toward them, and that was when Aidan saw it. Movement. Under the wolf’s skin. Bubbling. His veins were dark and angry, standing out starkly under his skin. Blood and saliva bubbled from his mouth.

Liam pitched forward, his head hitting the concrete floor hard. He twitched. Once. Twice. And then he was still.

Bishop shook the melted metal of the cuff from his wrists and pulled the tape away from his mouth. He turned to Aidan and freed him, melting through the cuffs and ripping off the tape as gently as possible.

“What was that?” Aidan asked as soon as he could, rubbing at his chaffed wrists.

“Made his blood boil,” Bishop said. “Showed him whose useless.”

~~~

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Soulmate AU where you randomly share one scar with your soulmate

And one day Aidan wakes up with this thick scar across his neck and that’s how he finds out that Bishop’s back.

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AU for the finale where a human Aidan pays a witch to return his soulmate to him...

I think you all know where this is going.

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You want a Bishop/Aidan song?

Be Your Love by Bishop Briggs.

Holy. Shit.

All. The. Feels.

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Reunion (Bishop/Aidan fic)

“What did you do?”

“You’d never believe me,” Sally said, smile plastered across her face. “You’d never believe how happy I am to be back!”

“Sally, what -”

“You were there, Aidan. You were there, but you weren’t... you weren’t you. You were different. You were so different. And -”

“What the Hell is Bishop doing here?”

The smile finally faded from the ghost’s face. “What?” She turned around, looked behind her, and saw Bishop - the other Bishop - plastered to the wall and staring past her at Aidan with wide, unbelieving eyes.

“But I killed you,” Bishop whispered. “I finally killed you.”

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”What are you, the B team?” Sally asked, putting her very solid hands on her very solid hips.

Solid. She still wasn’t quite used to that. To the idea of time-jumping but not. Not this time. This time was different because she wasn’t her, and she couldn’t find Josh, and she had no idea where Aidan was. The closest she had gotten to her friends was the house, and it was currently being occupied by a very different ghost, vampire, and werewolf.

“I’m not the one who barged into your home unannounced,” the werewolf - an old man named Douglas - scoffed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t leave your door unlocked,” Sally suggested.

“Let’s hear her out,” the ghost said. She was a nurse, an old-style nurse. Fifties, maybe sixties era. Pretty blonde hair done up into a neat bun. Soft eyes that crinkled at the corners when she smiled. Her name was Jane. “What do you think, dear?”

Sally turned her attention to the vampire. Her whole body was telling her to run at the sight of him, had been since she had barged in and found him sitting on the couch with his feet propped up, some stupid romance novel in his hands.

Bishop. James Bishop. Aidan’s Bishop. The same Bishop Aidan had beheaded years earlier.

“You’re not from around here, yeah?” He asked. “What’s it like where you’re from?”

“You believe me, then?”

“I’ve heard crazier stories in my time.”

Sally nodded and finally took a seat in a threadbare armchair. “You’re dead, for one. All of you, I think. Douglas was killed in a werewolf cage match. Bishop got ganked with razor wire. Not sure about you, though. Think Aidan mentioned something about Bishop killing a girlfriend once to rise to power.”

Bishop narrowed his eyes. “I never did that.” He looked at Jane and frowned. “Aidan did.”

“What?” No. Not Aidan. Not in an alternate universe. Not in the past. Not ever. Not Aidan.

“He’s done a lot worse than that,” Douglas added. “Genocide. Killed every werewolf he could find.”

“Found a way to shred ghosts himself,” Jane said.

“Killed damn near every vampire that stood in his way on his rise to power,” Bishop said. “Even killed Mother and the Princess. The Dutch.”

“Then how are you all still here?” Sally asked.

Bishop grinned. “Favoritism. I’m still useful to him so he allows me my... vices. Experiments. Attempts to be more human. Why? What’s he like in your world?”

Sally felt herself sink farther into the chair. Where the Hell was she? What kind of fucked up world was this? “He’s like... he wants to be human. He’s trying so hard. He’s trying. He’s like you, then, I guess.”

Bishop nodded. “I bet you wanna get back there, then.”

“More than anything.”

“You’re more than welcome to stay here with us while we find a way to make that happen.”

“How?” Sally asked. “How can you fix this?”

“I have a few witches that owe me some favors. I’ll call Donna’s coven first thing in the morning and we’ll see about getting you home.”

“What about Aidan?”

Douglas and Jane cast their eyes at the ground before simultaneously turning their gazes back to Bishop. “You’re just in time,” he said. “We planned on ending his little reign of terror this weekend.” He pulled a sharpened stake from the inside of his jacket. “Before he can hurt anyone else. Word is he’s planning something big next week. A coming out of sorts.” He looked down at the stake in his hands, twirling it, fingers ghosting over the rough wood. “You can help.”

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“You were kinda scary,” Sally said, putting herself between Aidan and Bishop, shielding the older man from the younger. “We thought Bishop was bad. The Dutch. Suren and Mother. Liam, even. You were worse than Liam. And his kids. Combined. More kill crazy than when I was a reaper, and that was pretty dark. Aidan, I was afraid of you.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “You tried to kill me.”

“You didn’t,” Bishop supplied helpfully from behind her. “I stopped you.”

“You killed me.”

“What goes around comes around, apparently.”

“He’s not like you remember,” Sally said. “He’s different. He believed me and he helped me and he stopped you. Aidan, you would have wanted him to.”

“I don’t believe you,” Aidan said. “Why would I do all that? Why would I do any of that?”

“Because you were angry,” Bishop said. “And you were scared. And confused. And you wanted to hurt me, so you took everything. You killed Jane. You threatened to kill Douglas. You slaughtered every monster you could find.You took the Dutch’s offer before I could. You were so hurt that all you could think to do was lash out and I guess by the time you tired yourself out you realized there was nothing left but power and you liked it. Like I always knew you would.”

Aidan just stared at him. Sally, too. She’d only been with him for a few days, but in that time she hadn’t thought to ask what had happened to change Aidan so much, to make their worlds so difference. She hadn’t thought to ask what could have made a hero a villain and a villain a sort of hero.

“Why was I so angry?” Aidan finally asked. He reached for Sally’s hand, his own phasing right through it. Bishop noticed, and offered them both a sad smile.

“I told you. You gave me a choice between Jane and Boston - between Jane and you, so I told you. I couldn’t think of what else to do. So you killed her and you took Boston. You took everything from me and then you took everything from the people I loved, and then you just kept taking. Because I finally got up the nerve to tell you.”

“To tell me what?”

There was fear in Bishop’s eyes, then. Not much, not more than a quick flash through pale blue. But Sally caught it, and she guessed Aidan had, too.

“Just tell me, Bishop. It’s not gonna make me fly off the rails. I’m not like that.”

“That’s what I thought, too.”

“Tell him,” Sally said. “I want to know, too. I want to know what made that world. What made him that monster.”

Bishop snorted out a laugh, a soft puff of air. “You’ll like this, given -” he nodded toward where Aidan’s hand was resting in the air right in the center of hers - “well, given that.”

“What?” Aidan asked. “What does that even mean?”

Sally pulled away from him. Stepped away from Aidan. Distanced herself, because she had a feeling she knew what was coming and she did not want to be holding Aidan’s hand for it. Not after being flung back through time and space with no warning, no help from Donna, no help from Bishop. Not after accidentally taking Bishop - Bishop, who had been comforting her after Aidan’s death, after she’d watched that thing with her friend’s face die - with her. She couldn’t do that to him. Not after Douglas’ neck had been snapped and Jane had been shredded in front of him. Not after Aidan had taunted him with... with whatever he was about to sat.

“What did you tell him?” Sally asked.

Bishop smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He glanced down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, his hands still dirtied by flecks and pieces of Aidan.

“I told you I loved you,” he said, his eyes suddenly fixed on Aidan’s, boring in, desperate for something. “I told I loved you, and it broke you.”

Sally raised a hand to her mouth as tears burned her eyes. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to her and it wasn’t fair to him and it definitely wasn’t fair to Aidan. Because Aidan had killed him, and he had killed Aidan, and she was pretty sure that two people who had murdered each other would never be able to get over that. And Aidan hated him. She knew that. He had told her that. So she got nervous when he took a step closer to Bishop.

“You loved me?”

Bishop nodded. A stray tear slipped down his cheek and he wiped it away without thinking, smearing a dark streak of ash across his face.

Aidan took another step closer, until they were nose to nose. He looked up at Bishop, eyes narrowing, and Sally wondered if Aidan was going to kill him. if Aidan had it in him to do that again, if he could look at someone so painfully Bishop but so painfully not and end his life on a technicality, even with Sally vouching for him. Even knowing that the man loved him, or had, once, in a different lifetime.

“You loved me?” Aidan asked again, but this time his voice was shaking, wobbling. Watery. Was he crying? Trying not to?

He reached up, cupping Bishop’s cheek in his hand, wiping the ash away, never breaking eye contact. He leaned forward slowly, cautiously, a little unsure. Aidan teetered there, on the verge of doing something, making up his mind, for several long seconds, before he finally surged forward and kissed his maker.

He pulled back almost instantly, looking up at Bishop to make sure what he had done was ok. Wasn’t too much. Was just enough.

“You loved me here, too,” he whispered, interlocking Bishop’s fingers with his own. “I just didn’t see it until it was too late.” He pulled the other vampire to him, wrapping his arms around his maker, burying his face in Bishop’s chest and sobbing. “I missed you so much.”

Sally couldn’t help but smile as she faded out, leaving the boys to their moment. They’d earned a private reunion.