#siblingincest

[fortnite-ao3feed]

Fly to me, my Raven.

by VultureMischief

"What did I get myself into..." Raven whispered and buried his face into his knees. It was often he felt bad things and he hated hurting and upsetting his younger sister. She was only trying to help him. That was the problem though. The help. He didn't need help in a murder that will be on him.

Words: 659, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Fortnite (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Ravage (Fortnite), Raven (Fortnite), Drift (Fortnite), Will add more - Character

Relationships: Drift/Raven (Fortnite)

Additional Tags: #siblingincest, Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Stalking, Demons, demon eating human, Cannibalism, Forced Cannibalism

[powerbottom-thor]

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[johannepetereric]

Unnamed | Part 2 of my Creative Writing Midterm, Which I Finally Decided To Use As An Excuse To Write Fanfiction

I wrote this on the 17th, as the Part 2 of my Creative Writing midterm. Some stuff was edited, like “his mother” to “their mother”, to make it less...inappropriate..I just checked Pinnacle, and the part where the Midterm for that class is supposed to be is blank, so I’m scared of when/if she’ll grade it and what I’d get if she did.

But I haven’t posted a story in a while, so here it is! I was originally planning on queueing this for Christmas Eve tomorrow, but *shrug* might as well. I might get inspiration to write a Part 2 between now and then.

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Renzou has a lot to do today. Kasuka-chan is coming home, and she is expecting a fully-stocked apartment.

The redhead doesn’t want to imagine the horror of seeing his girl crying because he forgot orders. This morning’s forecast predicted rain soon, so he’ll have some time to spare to go find something.

Boom! But now it’s raining—and thundering.

Eh. He shrugged. Nothing a call home can’t fix.

He typed in the home number of the wall telephone. Yes, they decided to keep the wall phone even though it’s the 2030s. 

Ring-ring-ring. Ring-ring-ring. Ring-ring-ring. Ring-ring--gacha! “He-llo?” Renzou heard the soft voice of their mother. Worried. Sniffly.

Perhaps snot in the mouth. “Mama, have you and Dad put up the Christmas lights yet?”

He did not get a response.

“Did you remember to put up the lights?” Renzou reiterated.

“No. Do you need them?” 

“Yeah. Kasuka-chan wants a very Christmas-y apartment.”

“Oh. I see.”

“And it’s raining on our end, and I have another idea in mind. Could you get one of the henchmen to bring them over?”

“Sure, I guess?”

“Thank you. That is all!” Click! Renzou hung up just like that. No time to waste!

It’s time to start cooking!

Really, it was a matter of remembering what she wants—and he certainly can’t ask her! That’d blow the cover and he’d get the yelling-for again.

Can he do it this time?

So, Renzou thought as he paced their apartment--the size of the ones in your typical American TV show. What does Kasuka-chan want now? Last year, I tried the turkey without gravy and that failed. Maybe duck? Should I order in meat? What did she say she wanted for Christmas yesterday? A ring—no, that’s for a different event—a necklace—no, not yet, it’s not the American New Years’ yet—a doll—no, not after what happened yesterday—a—what?—oh, yeah! I could look online for that new antique shop in town! What is it called again?

Renzou’s brain never ceased making up prettier and grander gift ideas—what, gifts? I thought I already had one prepared?—did I? Yes, I did—

Renzou logged into the computer—his account, for this one. Can’t have Kasuka-chan seeing my failures.

He opened a new tab. It was easy.

Antique shop near me—yep, Anteiku—what, that looks suspicious—wait, no, if they are, they’re good—

He searched through the list of Christmas items that they might have—even broken ones, but I’ll comfort her—until there was nothing left.

He sighed.

And then scrolled through Halloween.

Renzou found himself an hour later searching through her side of the bedroom.

And found a rectangular strip of paper—yes, here it is!

It was a reasonably-lengthy list, much smudged and many crossed-out like waste, but he could still pick something—oh, so she does want jewelry—ok.

So he’s already prepared.

Ding—dong! He heard the doorbell reverberate throughout the homey housing space.

He opened it. It revealed a big, burly man—wet from rain, unfazed—in a black suit holding a stack of large cardboard boxes.

Must be one of the henchmen. “Are you Ren Suzugamori’s?”

“Yes. Here it is, young master.”

“You are dismissed.”

And then the lackey marched away all officially.

It’s annoying, but it’s worth it.

Renzou placed the mountain carefully onto a corner floor-space—damn, this thing’s heavy—to move aside all the furniture. The couches, the table, even the rug. They all got shifted around to far-off corners of the “lobby-space.”

This could get messy.

And it was.

Not just Christmas lights. The contents of the boxes were stockings, plushie bears, old knitted angels, metal and porcelain décor, a macrame owl that vaguely resembled Auntie Misaki.

And, of course, the lights.

Those had a box of their own.

It was a huge box. It layed the foundation to hold everything else.

No radio. They knew Renzou and Kasuka already have one.

Renzou set out the not-lights first. Carefully organized the plushies, the angels, the delicates carefully onto ledges that are off their ledges. Just like how she wants to save them even if it breaks her heart.

The metals…put them on their bed—they’ll be fiiiine…will they?

It was not something worth dwelling on—much.

Renzou hammered the owl to right beside the door.

And now comes the lights.

…By the Reverse, this is Armageddeon.

The multi-colored lights were all set to represent the knot that Alexander could never untie.

Renzou fimbled and fumbled and fungled around with the lights. He caught himself in Jormungandr’s grasp soon enough.

He sighed again. I hope she doesn’t get home that soon.

[girljudas]

okay yr aesthetic IS good rn i admit and maybe my hipster sideblog is kinda falling behind and. uh. i think i was leading up to a burn somewhere here but i've forgotten it and i love you?? uh hp isnt very good for aesthetics & the improving thereof

i'm trying to mix in one personality thing for every five pretty pictures but thank you ♥ i love you too you unaesthetic nerd. step up your game

[thecumbermaster]

how many blogs do you even have jesus i have two and a half and i want you to remember that next time you think to start another

okay well to be fair it's not my fault if you're not interesting enough to fill up more than two blogs

[roastedbanana]

4.6.11 @ 10:00 - The Book

I know what I want to do regarding my past…I really want to write a book. Not only to reach out to victims of sibling incest, so that they know that they are not alone (and that I too feel as alone as they do at times), but so that I may also come in terms with my past, so that I may have the opportunity to confront it and conquer it.

I don’t think I have done that yet. I’m so afraid. The last time I saw my brother I had nightmares, and I would spend many times in a day just staring into blank space, gone and not there. Not in the present, just gone. Lost in the past. But I know I need this.

I guess the first step would be to ask the police for my journal back, the one I gave away mindlessly. The one journal where I kept everything about him inside. Everything that I forgot. I know for sure that it will be a pandora’s box. But what do I do? Forget and live? What about those who have not forgotten? What about them? I need to pay it forward, somehow and someway. I never want anyone to feel as alone as I do sometimes. I want to touch someone in the soul.

[roastedbanana]

4.6.11 @ 09:50 - Pieces of him still lingering in my life

I walked into Tully’s of MLK library and found that the atrium of the library next to the café was crowded with a bunch of high schoolers. For some weird reason, I felt a little animosity towards these people, even if I didn’t know them. Only because seeing them reminded me of my high school years. How I felt too young, too fragile, too incompetent. How I felt so small compared to my cruel past, how I felt so small and incompetent compared to my brother. How I felt helpless. Oh, how I  hated high school.