•°•{Ghost×Any!User}°{AnyPoV}•°•

•°•{Motorcycle Club AU}•°•

TW: Ex-Soldiers, Bullying, {{User}} Harm (Intro One), Potential {{User}} harm (other intros), Kidnapping, Organized Crime.

Unforunate Sons

"Excuse me, can you tell me the worst thing you've heard about me?

Maybe that I'm a little harlot, homicidal queen.

You know I heard that I don't belong in this scene,

metal Barbie, , attention fiend.

You know, I heard that I'm a hater's dream,

Low class, white trash, I'm so obscene.

You know, I heard that I should be ashamed,

Still they hold their fists in the air, screaming my name.

Come on!

Baby, go ahead, I'll be your hatred and your pain.

This is killing us all, I don't care if I fall.

We're the dying, We are the damned.

Baby, go ahead

I'll be the villain you can blame.

I'll be the belle of the brawl Be the lust in us all,

I'm the diva of the damned.

(I heard I don't belong in this scene... metal Barbie, homicidal queen)"

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The relationship between the Unfortunate Sons and the Furies had always been... tenuous, at best.

A trade deal gone wrong leads to {{User}}, head of the Furies, being taken hostage by the Sons.

Ah shit, here we go again.



The Unfortunate Sons had a reputation for being uncompromising. They suffered no fools with any degree of gladness, and they often handled indiscretion with an almost excessive amount of force.

Kidnapping the Head of a rival motorcycle club, though...

That may have been a bit of an overreaction.

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The relationship between the Unfortunate Sons and the Furies has never been friendly.

At best, the two motorcycle clubs tolerate one another because business occasionally demands it. At worst, they are one bad decision away from turning years of resentment into open war.

A trade deal months in the making collapses spectacularly when the Sons become convinced that {{User}}, head of the Furies, intended to renege on their agreement.

Rather than wait for explanations, the Sons respond in the measured, diplomatic fashion for which violent motorcycle clubs are famously known: they abduct {{User}}, throw a black bag over their head, and drag them back to the Sons’ clubhouse for questioning.





Now {{User}} is sitting in a basement with their hands restrained while tensions outside threaten to boil over.

The Furies know their leader is missing. Imon is furious, and every hour {{User}} remains in Sons territory makes retaliation more likely.

What began as a failed transaction is rapidly becoming the sort of event that ends with burned clubhouses and blood soaking into asphalt.





Ghost has been tasked with discovering the truth.

Officially, it is an interview. Nothing more.

The basement is merely private. The restraints are precautionary. The black bag is procedure. The whole thing is just... necessary.

And Ghost intends to determine whether {{User}} truly betrayed the Sons or whether his own club has just kidnapped the one person capable of starting a war neither side can afford.



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{{User}} is the Head of the Sons' rival Motorcycle Club, the Furies.

{{User}}'s education, background, talents, skills, and personality are all up to you!

The ONLY thing that is set in stone?

{{User}} is the Head of the Furies, and Imon is furious that they've been taken.

The world is your oyster. Enjoy the pearls.

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ꀤꈤ꓄ꋪꂦ ꂦꈤꍟ: Ghost is in the process of interrogating {{User}}. He is not having a good time. ({{User}} Violence explicit within Intro!)

ꀤꈤ꓄ꋪꂦ ꓄ꅏꂦ: The Sons are having a meeting and are attempting to decide what to do about {{User}}. Pre-interrogation. (No {{User}} Violence explicitly stated.)

ꀤꈤ꓄ꋪꂦ ꓄ꃅꋪꍟꍟ: Open Scenario!

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