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ABoT Attic AU Masterpost

(Reposted for organizational purposes)

Please tell me if I’ve missed stuff, there’s A Lot. ALSO, because everybody has a slightly different take on things, there are multiple endings, but I’m recounting the one that includes mine.

BE WARNED: SENSITIVE MATERIAL (like, kidnapping, starvation, illness, blood, wounds, death, gore, abuse….)

Underwater Hum and Comic by @ohwwhuv and @sandflakedraws (Joey)

General Thoughts by Joey

General Thoughts (Updated) by Joey

Main Timeline

The Attic

Reigen Loses (And Tetsuo Loses More) by @paperseverywhere

Haircut by @whisperwillyou (Whispers)

Ghosts by @lolnoodle (Noodles)

Withdrawals by Whispers

Another Esper by Mavery

Hangman by @phoenix-art-official (Nix)

Out of Body Experience by Noodles

He Couldn’t Hold the Scissors by Joey

I Wouldn’t Do That If I Were You by @blueartistic813 (Blue)

Reigen Defeats Mogami by Joey

Rescuing Mob + the Escape by Joey

Returning to Society

Hospital Food by Whispers

Begin Again by @bucketsofgiggles​ (Buckets)

Spare Change by Whispers

I’ll See You Again by Noodles

Jun’s Side by Mavery

The Kageyama’s Adopt Reigen

An Adjustment Period by Joey

A Bit Too Much by Joey

Sleeping Aid by Joey

Home Cooking by Joey

Grafting by Joey

Secure by Janekfan

Wild Card by Firefly

A Colorful Boi by Joey

Family by @gosecretscribbles

Fever Games

Fever by Joey

Something Wrong by Nix

Home Remedies by Joey

A Game of Illegal Uno by Joey and @phantomrose96 (Chrissy)

Lost in the Shuffle by Joey

Ritsu Panicked by @marimo-art​

Recovery and a Red Hoodie

Sleepy Reigen by Nix

Phantom Pains by Firefly

Like Shed Skin by Firefly

Hoodie Reigen (Part 1) by @carriemebags-art (CarrieMeBags)

Hoodie Reigen (Part 2) by Marimo

Hoodie Reigen (Part 3) by Marimo

Night Terrors by Joey and @the-elf-draws​

Somnambulant by Janekfan

Momentary Resurrection by Firefly

Warmth by Janekfan

Deprived by Janekfan

Renovation, Reconstruction (Part 1) by @avialae (Bird)

Sleeping Close by Janekfan

Assimilation by Joey

Renovation, Reconstruction (Part 2) by Bird

Accommodations by @boatkaptain​​

Salvage by Janekfan

Grocery Shopping by Janekfan

Philopatry by Mavery

The Past Comes Calling

Firefly Ruins a Perfectly Good Hoodie and Everybody Else Fixes Itby Firefly, Joey, and Whispers

Renovation, Reconstruction (Part 3) by Bird

Movie Night by Whispers

Old Faces, New Friends

Remembrance by Firefly

Suddenly Dimple? by Joey

Pushing Buttons

You Won’t Get Away With It by Joey

Upcoming Fic by Firefly

Enter Hana

Therapy by Janekfan

Suggestion by Mavery

The Best Idea by Joey

Reigen’s Valentine by Whispers

Don’t Leave Her Out by Whispers

First Day of Training by Whispers

Therapy Dog by @plintoon

Hana by and Joey

Dog Walker by CarrieMeBags

Dogs and Such by CarrieMeBags

Morning by Janekfan

In the End

Movie Night by Janekfan

Laundry by Janekfan

Walk on a Whim by @fancyfennekin

Oh My by Joey

Smeck by Joey

Happiest Place on Earth by Mavery

Massage by Janekfan

Tattoos by Whispers

Family Photo by @the-grim-sleeper

Miscellaneous (AUs of an AU)

Sans Reigen

AU of an AU by Noodles

Surprise

Surprise! by @strangeducks (Ducks)

Bad End

Bad End by Firefly

“I am Shigeo” by Marimo

Crying Over Spilled Milk by Mavery

Exactly Like That by Chrissy

Shattered by @composereggwrites (Egg)

A Happier Note by Egg

Possess

Possess by Janekfan

Transient by Janekfan

Artifice by Janekfan

Pulse by Janekfan

Casualty by Janekfan

Dispossess

Whole by Janekfan

Empty by Janekfan

The Burden of the Infirm by Ducks

Steady by Janekfan

Better this Way by Whispers

Found by Joey

Hypothermia by Mavery

Antithesis by Janekfan

Glad You’re Okay by Marimo

Guilt by Whispers

Rampart by Janekfan

Resolve by Janekfan

Updated Last: 7/22/18

If I’ve missed your artwork/fic, please tell me and I’d be happy to add them to the list.

In light of recent events, I would like to say that attic au content seems to be continuing at full steam! There are a couple of other things I want to see covered before I’ve set all my pieces about this AU.

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sometimes things just get lost in the shuffle

about attic au

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puzzle pieces 

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The man turned and offered a small smile, like Shishou never did. 

Read here!

Happy birthday, Chrissy. And a biiig thank you to you and @kikaiz for makin this crazy story. i’m love it very much.

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Strigoi Chapter 1

A shattering sound woke me up that morning. I picked up the rock that had flown through the glass in my room. Three letters had been attached to it, I wasn't too curious or concerned about what they might be, yet I trudged out of bed in my robes and picked up the rock among the broken glass pieces. The first letter simply read Strigoi, written in red, a romanian mythological creature my grandmother had told me about. "No, Caulles, it is not the vampire we fear. The children do not cry vampire, it is the Strigoi they fear." so she had said. Apparently the Strigoi were where the idea of vampires had originated from, and were thought to be far more powerful, versatile and evil than the vampires, if anything the vampires served the Strigoi as minions. The second letter had a sentence I could not read properly. There was however one word I knew clearly that was written there, "Impaler.', and the final letter simply read "Leave."

I sighed softly, wincing slightly for a moment as I noticed I'd gotten a cut upon my finger. "Strigoi huh?" I mumbled to myself as I stared upon my finger. A drop of blood fell onto the glass shards below. "A curious thought." I said as one of the maids burst through the door.

"Sir! Are you alright?" said the maid with a thick Romanian accent as she entered the room, staring down horrified at the glass that had been scattered across the floor. She hurried over and quickly began trying to clean up the glass. "My apologies. I'll call for someone to come fix it immediately, please go down stairs and have the nurse tend to your wound." I glanced over at her blinking. I looked down then, and closed my hand with the bleeding finger into a fist.

"No, it's quite alright Angela. It's just a cut. Besides, you won't be able to find a repairman in the village willing to enter this castle. It would take a few hours to reach the next town over. Simply clean the glass and leave it be." I said, stepping over to the broken glass doors. The doors lead to a balcony, overlooking the beautiful lush Romanian village, where I now took residence.

"But sir, it's dangerous to leave it open, not to mention you'll freeze at night, and the bugs will come in and." Angela fretted wildly coming up with a new concern before the first left had out of her mouth. I chuckled softly.

"It's alright. I came to this village to experience a more natural lifestyle, a few bugs and a breeze is perfectly alright. Besides, perhaps a bit of sunlight coming into my room will dissuade the beliefs of the villagers that I'll crumble into ash under it." I said with a jovial tone. Angela opened her mouth to object to my statement, but then simply nodded vigorously.

"My apologies for the disturbance then sir!" she said in a hurried tone, exiting my room. For a girl no older than nineteen, she had already developed quite a few worries with the world she'd never actually seen outside the village. I suppose I should backtrack a bit.

You see, my family has a long and rich history in Romania, always being of a somewhat aristocratic status, even among all the revolutions, my family had always played the part of being a neutral third party that simply held funds and did business without discrimination. Thus we went relatively unnoticed for most of our history, outside of being admired as providers of business and prosperity for a few small villages.

The proud Romanian bloodline split off with my father who'd long grown tired of farm villages, and age old mercantilism. Packing his bags with a few of the family jewels and his wits alone, he immigrated to the United States. From there it was the typical American dream of living an average middle class lifestyle, settling down with his own wife and starting a family. However, my mother was a true American, through and through for generations. Marrying outside the family was rather frowned upon in rural Romanian village culture, and so my grandmother quickly lost contact with my father over it.

I'd amassed a large amount of wealth rather early on in life, sitting financially secure at the age of twenty three, with enough wealth to reasonably provide for myself for the rest of my life. The details of that story and how I arrived to that wealth are not worth going on for the sake of my current narrative.

The point is, just as I had reached this comfortable level of success I received a letter from none other than Angela. I was told that my grandmother had mere weeks, if not days left and she wished to meet with her grandson before she passed on. Apparently, Angela was the only one in the village there who could properly speak English, otherwise my grandmother would have sent for me herself. Angela was the daughter of my grandmothers caretaker, or rather a line of caretakers for that matter. I'd been told that her family had traditionally cared for mine for many years.

When Angela's mother grew too old and feeble, she took on the mantle of caring for my grandmother at the tender age of twelve. It was apparently Angela's mother who had taught my father to speak english and told him of the wonders of America. Angela's mother attempted to escape family life by moving away to the U.S before being pulled back by a sense of duty to my grandmothers failing health. Even as a young woman, my grandmother had a multitude of health issues that required her to have a caretaker.

My father had passed away for quite some time due to an untimely accident, and my mother knew nothing of my fathers homeland, so I had to consult my father's old journals for confirmation about this story. It took a terribly long time, since they were all written in the Romanian language. Nevertheless, his journals had lined up with the story I had read in the letter. So without hesitation, and with a degree of curiosity, I made preparations to visit my grandmother.

Once I arrived in the village, about an eight hour drive from the nearest modern city, I fell for it immediately. The land was so breathtaking, and liberating compared to the life I had lived before. I thought perhaps, I could find freedom and live the rest of my days comfortably here. In the land of my people, in the land my family had owned for generations. The things my grandmother said to me then, and how I came to form my current relationship with Angela is, a tale for another time, yes, one I will address later. In any case, my grandmother wanted me to become familiar with my homeland, and had Angela take me around the village. It was then I fell in love with not just the land, but one building in specific.

At the top of a hill, overlooking the valley and village was a stone castle, it looked a little worse for wear, but I felt a sense of fantasy when I entered, an alluring mystery behind each corner, a place I simply had to explore more. When I had asked Angela the reason for its abandonment, she had told me a former count centuries ago built it as a getaway home, but once Vlad the Third came into power and began impaling the aristocrats, the count fled the country, leaving the castle empty. Naturally, the castle eventually fell under the ownership of the state, giving it the moniker "Castle Of The Impaler." once it fell into the government's hands. From then on, nobody cared to enter, and nobody in the government cared about this rural village off in the corner of the former Wallachia.

A beautiful land, a fascinating castle with a fascinating history, I couldn't help but become enticed by these things. I decided then, that I would completely redesign the castle to suitable living conditions, hire back the servant family that worked alongside my family for so long and spend the rest of my days in this remote village.

I sighed softly, and stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the village wistfully. Unfortunately for me, my fantasy didn't work out as planned. For starters, my father had betrayed the village, leaving it without an heir, and my grandmother too old to produce another child. Even more so, he committed the sin of marrying an outsider. He kept stacking up his sins when he tossed away his history and did not even teach his children to speak the tongue of his homeland or inform them of where they came from. His sins passed onto me, not to mention I inherited the foreign blonde hair, blue eyes and pale complexion of my mother.

Yet! My troubles did not end there.

In this village, while my family was something of the head of the village, it was a typically matriarchal order. There's a saying in the village that goes "Men cannot be trusted to rule. They will drink, fuck, eat and battle the village out of order. It is the orderly woman, who will not kneel to her base desires who must lead." My grandmother took care of all the village affairs, and both the elders and youth came to her for advice in relationships, business affairs, and all conflicts. She was the Great Mother of the village. So while I had resolved to take over the village affairs and become the new head of the town, they would not accept a man as their ruler.

So, a blonde haired, blue eyes, pale, male foreigner who does not even speak the tongue of his homeland arrives, assumes the role of leader without a hint of knowledge about century old village traditions. He then rebuilds a long abandoned castle titled "Castle of The Impaler" and secludes himself within it, taking a young beauty and her family with him.

Of course I am known as Strigoi and a mythological blood sucking creature. To these rural people who have never seen a hint of the outside world for generations, I've trespassed upon something sacred, this result was only natural.

I stared out over the town and bathed in the dawn I'd fallen in love with and sighed yet again. "Really now? Strigoi? I wonder what it must be like to see others in such a manner." After spending a few more minutes to enjoy the fresh air and sunlight, I went back into my room and began to dress myself, in a sort of business casual manner. A simple shirt, dark blue suit jacket and jeans would do for today.

I opened the large creaking mahogany doors to exit my room and stepped out into the cobblestone hall. I did not bother putting on shoes that could potentially stain the velvet carpet. I rubbed my chin in thought, realizing I'd been here so long I'd grown a beard, my hair too now went to my shoulders. "I'll have to ask Angela for a cut later." I mumbled out loud, passing a glance over the knights armor and paintings that were interspersed throughout the castle. "I ought to ask Angela where those came from too, sometime soon." I thought to myself

By the time I'd navigated my way through the large stone castle, I'd found my breakfast along the large dining table had already been prepared. Simple eggs, toast, bacon and tea, all fresh from the village. Angela stood conversing with a male servant.

I gave a nod to both of them, and took a seat. "Good morning to the two of you." I said, taking a seat, feeling a little empty being the only one eating at this large table. Both of them gave a bow to me, saying good morning in their native tongues.

"How goes the village?" I inquired, taking my silverware and beginning to eat the breakfast. The male servant spoke to me for a bit in Romanian, with Angela standing alongside him, nodding.

"Dmitri says that there have been reports of broken windows and mysterious figures leaving scrawled writing across some of the barns and decapitated chickens." said Angela in a soft voice. I raised an eyebrow for a moment, taking a sip of my tea.

"The troublemakers who threw the stone in my window maybe? Or perhaps stones they are getting thrown into my window because of that." I commented. Angela simply shrugged.

"The farmers are shouting Strigoi and pointing the finger to you sir." she said. I rubbed my chin in thought.

"Ask Dmitri if he can draw me a map of the farms that have been attacked. The farmers usually awaken at the crack dawn, and spend two hours after nightfall putting all the animals to rest. Coupled with the strict self imposed curfews here, there's only so much ground a group of troublemakers could cover in a single night. If we pin down which neighborhood they're coming from we can narrow down the suspects from there." I said.

Angela nodded and spoke to Dmitri. "He wants to know if there's anything he should tell the villagers to be aware of." said Angela

"Tell the mothers to keep a closer eye on their children. Tell the farmers I will also personally shoulder the cost of any animals they lost last night." I said

"Won't that provide incentive for farmers to slaughter their animals early?" said Angela.

"Perhaps, but anything like cameras or audio recordings I use will be shunned and ignored by the villagers. If this gets drawn out too long because of that and I don't act to reimburse them, I'll be blamed for this and really "sucking the life" out of the village as it were." I responded, sipping my tea. "Furthermore, pay a few farmers to patrol each of the streets at night. If they really are killing their own animals, the murders will stop when they start patrolling."

"The villagers could be afraid of...working for you sir." she said with hesitance, as if I was going to hit her if she gave the wrong answer.

"Then tell them Dmitri wants to hire them to keep tabs on me." I responded cooly. "If the villagers hear that Dmitri doesn't trust me and wants to hire them to keep an eye on me, it'll incentivize them more. These people will gladly jump at any chance to smear my name"

I finished my tea in a quick sip after that, placing down the cup and standing up after having finished the breakfast. "Furthermore, it will weed out the liars right off the bad. We can mark those who claim to have seen me lurking about as suspects right off the bat." I said, walking out of the dining hall.

"Where are you going?" called out Angela as I began to walk. I waved a hand absentmindedly.

"I'm off to do some investigating of my own. Worry not, I'll be back in time for lunch." I said. Without another word, I opened the door out to the dining hall, and made my way out to the village

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Strigoi: The Forgotten Vampire

"No, Caulles." She said, in a fit of wheezing and coughing. "We do not fear Vampires. That is a foreigners creation." On deaths bed she muttered a piece of advice to her grandson. "The Strigoi, Caulles. We fear that creature in the shadows, called the Strigoi

Caulles wakes up one day, greeted by a young maiden to learn that he is next in line to be the head of a Romanian village. Growing tired of New York lifestyle and falling in love with the luscious green fields, he packs his bag to Romania to become the new head of the family

A month or so arriving, a string of murders plagues the village with mysterious causes, the villagers cry out that their can only be one cause.

The Strigoi, the myth which provided the basis for vampires, everyone believes the Strigoi has cursed the village for allowing an outsider into their walls, or worse, that Caulles himself might be the monster in the shadows

Between the hatred from the villagers, and the new string of murders, Caulles finds himself both the hero all refuse to help and the monster all fear.

Devoted to clearing his name and protecting the homeland he didn't know existed, a mist of blood, rumors, and family mysteries come to haunt Caulles.

The clock is ticking, will he catch the murderer or will the murderer catch him first?

Prologue

The young boy ran. His feet ablaze and his throat a hurricane while he tore through the night.

"Faster! This opportunity won't come again! We need to move faster than this!" said the young boys older brother, running alongside him.

"What about Mom ?!" the young boy said. He could barely manage to wheeze out the words in between his breaths. The lush green forest of their small village was now but a green blur across their peripheral vision. His brothers jade necklace glistening in between faint rays of moonlight

"It doesn't matter right now! You won't care about Mom anymore if it catches you! If if gets its hands on you it's all over!" The older brother shouted. Rapid rustling could be heard in the background, but it was different from their frantic running. It was rhythmic and steady, like a fast paced drum. However, the rhythm became louder and louder, each rustle and thumping noise increasing.

The older brother grit his teeth. "Faster than the wind, Johan! Faster! Forget about feeling right now! Forget your pain! Just move even a millimeter faster! Move!" His voice boomed throughout the forest.

The young boy listened, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. He commanded his body to move forward. His feet lost all sensation and became the wind itself. The adrenaline numbed his pain and exhaustion. He felt like an ethereal ghost floating through limbo rapidly until suddenly, a white light flashed upon his eye.

The sight of moonlight caused him to shoot his feet down into a hard stop. He panted softly and paused to catch his breath. They stood in the middle of an open field now. Across the open field, a farm resided along the outskirts of a village. The young boy felt the corners of his mouth turn instinctively into a smile.

"We did it." He wheezed out. "We're going to be ok." He jumped up waving his hand up and down. "Hello!? Excuse me! Help! We need shelter!" The young boy suddenly fell forward harshly. Exhaustion had finally begun to catch up with him.

A light came on in the farm, and a tall, thin man walked out, clearly noticing the pair and walking towards them. "Good. You'll be safe here, spend the night with the old man and head off to the embassy in the morning. You'll need this for the ride fare." said the older brother, dropping a sack of gold coins next to his younger sibling.

"Huh? What do you mean? Are you not coming?" said the young boy weakly. Only the remaining traces of adrenaline pumping through his veins kept him standing. He Was already on the verge of collapse.

The young boys brother turned towards the forest resolutely. "No. Moms still there. I've got to go and get her back." He said. "It can't kill me, not with you gone. They need at least one of us to keep the illusion going. If we disappear it's all over for them and their make believe fairy tale."

He glanced up at the moon and began to march forward. "Judging by the sky, I should be able to make it to grab Mom back and bring her out before the dawn arrives."

"Wait! Are you mad!? You can't go back brother! You won't make it back! We barely escaped the first time! You said it yourself, this was a once in a lifetime opening! The ultimate opportunity that won't come again, you just." The young boy choked on his words. "You......you  can't go back!"

His words bounced off the brother, not making a dent in his ironclad resolve. "That may be so brother dear. But that doesn't change the fact that I have to try. If I fail, then I fail. If I'm wrong then I deserve whatever fate befalls me. It's the punishment for my sin. My lack of resolve to move when I had all the facts. I have to own up to the consequences of my actions. However." He turned his head, his determined gaze softening for a moment. "Johan, you bear no responsibility for my sins. You had no say in the matter. You must go on. You must live. Whatever fate befalls me, cannot befall you. I can't allow my choices to drag another person down." He turned back to the forest. "I've said enough. I've got to move before the opening narrows any further." The older brother took off, running straight back into deaths jaws.

The younger brother opened his mouth to speak, but only a wheeze came out. He tried to stand up, but his legs refused to move. They felt like jelly beneath him. He tried to drag himself forward desperately with his arms, but they too fell weakly. The sound of his brothers footsteps steadily grew more and more distant

Suddenly, an arc of flames burst forth from the place his brother had just run towards. The shockwave from the rapidly blooming orange flames sent him flying a few feet back, knocking the wind out of him. The impact struck him like a lighting bolt. His body writhed in pain, and his ears rang so loudly he thought his ear drums had burst. He felt a burning sensation consume the right side of his body. A faint cry in the distance managed to vaguely manifest itself in his ears. It was only when the ringing began to gradually subside that he came to realize that the cry he heard was his own voice. His cried out loudly. The sensation of burning felt like a tinge of warmth compared to the pain in his heart. His face became soaked with a river of tears. His violent sobs and screams of despair tore through his eardrums louder than any explosion could have.

He struggled and flailed forward, as the light became dimmer and dimmer. He could faintly feel the farmers panicked hands on him trying to drag him to safety. He weakly reached out towards the blinding flames one last time, before the darkness clouded his vision and ultimately his consciousness