#sometimes your found family is you and your murder sibling

[khryptid]

I don’t know why but,,,

Former adult assassin Robin and former child assassin Sanji, both on the run from a terrible past, meeting on the Going Merry and instantly clicking.

Like “Yes, this is my older/younger sibling who I care for deeply and would inarguably commit war crimes for.”

[maarrgarr]

The Unknown Heir

part one

masterlist of the Unknown Heir

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, mentions of unprotected sex, some plot changes.

Two years. Two years and something more had passed since you left, since you left him. And also since the light of your life was born, your little baby.

And now you were returning to the place you once considered home, to the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College. Where you had met wonderful people and some not so wonderful, but above all, where you met the love of your life, the father of your child, the strongest shaman, Gojo Satoru.

You and Satoru had met at that school, but you both knew of each other's existence long before. You were the heir to the Mochizuki clan, one of the four great jujutsu clans. Therefore he knew you and obviously you knew the heir of the Gojo clan, the heir of the six eyes.

Your family had always been shitty. They were nothing but self-centered, murderous old men, who had raised you to be the best, and you were, being classified as a special class shaman.

Unfortunately, your clan, besides being known for its powerful cursed technique, had a reputation that some members could fall into madness, and your greatest fear was always that, and one of the reasons why you left without a trace.

You and Gojo didn't like each other very much at the beginning, or well, actually you didn't like him and his constant flirtations with you very much. Who you did like from the beginning was Shoko Leiri, and Satoru's best friend, Geto Suguru. The betrayal of the latter was another reason why you left.

You and Satoru started out as rivals with benefits, and then friends with benefits. Until feelings arose between the two of you, and after some back and forth, you became a couple.

Good sex was something that was never lacking between you. You both knew each other perfectly well, you knew what the other liked and didn't like. And it is also worth mentioning that you were quite careless, sometimes you took care of each other and sometimes you got carried away by passion and he ended up cumming inside you. And that's how you ended up pregnant by Gojo Satoru.

You remembered the day you found out like it was yesterday, your best friend, Shoko, was the only one who knew. But, even though she tried to convince you to tell Satoru and that everything was going to be fine, the anguish you felt not knowing what to do, overcame you, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You were so tired of your family, which had pressured you and mistreated you psychologically all your life. Your best friend, who you considered a brother, had betrayed you; and now this, you were pregnant and you didn't know how Gojo was going to react. You both loved each other deeply and you knew it, but at the same time you were so immature, and, although you didn't say it openly, you were so broken by Suguru's betrayal. There was no way they could take care of a baby, which was a huge responsibility.

So one night, you got up from the bed you shared with your boyfriend, as tears fell from your eyes you left a soft kiss on his forehead, grabbed the suitcase you had assembled earlier and without saying anything to him you left the room. You approached the room where the little Fushiguru siblings were sleeping, and gave a little kiss to Megumi and another to Tsumiki, and wished them eternally a good life. You left a letter on the table that only said: "I'm gone, don't look for me", and you left.

Before leaving for the country you had planned, you went to say goodbye to Ieiri, who was probably awake at the time, and she was. When she opened the door and saw you standing there with suitcase in hand, it did not cost her much to decipher what your decision had been, "Are you sure?" she asked you and you could only nod your head, because you really were not sure, "Please take care of him and do not mention anything about the pregnancy" was what you asked her before leaving, both knew who you were referring to. Shoko didn't judge you because she didn't know what it felt like to be in your place, so she just let you go, but she made you promise to keep in touch with her and you did

The pregnancy was quite complicated. You were in a new country, where you knew no one, so you were alone, alone with a baby inside you. Coming from a powerful clan, you had enough money, at least to be able to stabilize yourself and live comfortably for several months. But obviously you weren't going to sit around waiting until you ran out of money, so you went out looking for a job, you were very lucky in that respect. You met a very nice lady who owned a real estate agency and she gave you a job there.

Everything was going well, but you missed your friends so much and mainly, Satoru. You missed everything about him, his kisses, caresses and even his jokes that drove you crazy. There were many times when you wondered if you should go back and tell him everything, but you were afraid.

So several months later your son, Mochizuki Ryusei, was in your arms. It had been a bit of a complicated delivery but you managed. To your bad, or good, luck, Ryusei looked just like his father, the same color hair and eyes.

He had inherited, apparently, the power of the six eyes and, therefore, the unlimited curse technique, which made you a little uneasy.

Your son was the future heir of the Gojo clan, although no one knew it.

[loveandmurders]

Imagine you got adopted by the Sinclairs when you were ten.

Victor Sinclair found you in an orphanage: he got called to take care of you after you got badly sick.

It has been three years since you were rotting in this orphanage. Your parents promised they would come get you soon, but you long lost any hope they loved you and wanted you back. You even hoped they died in a car crash, and that was why they didn't keep their promise.

You wanted to leave this place now. You were mistreated and unhappy. You would do anything to leave, and running away didn’t work so far.

It was the first time in so long you met someone new so you promised to do anything Victor could need from you, including taking care of his sons.

Victor had always wanted a girl and he thought you could help his wife with the boys.

And if it didn't work out, he could at least hope for Bo to lash out all his anger on you. He wouldn't care and Trudy either because you weren’t truly theirs.

You were scared because you were smart enough to know Victor wasn't a good person and he told you how violent his sons could be.

But the boys fell in love with you at the second you entered the house.

Bo stopped yelling back at his mother and quickly became overprotective with you. You were the only thing that could appease him. Vincent forgot about the sculpture he was working on. Your beauty and softness made him feel overpossesive with you. You were his muse. Lester shyly offered you some toys to play with you, and your bright smile made him melt. He was only cuddles and kisses with you.

You loved them so much and you brought balance in the family. You sticked by their side when Trudy died and when Victor got killed by Bo. You would do anything for the brothers.

As you grew up, your relationship got a little bit ambiguous. After all, you were the only girl of their age in their existence. You were extremely affectionate with one another, and you had no secret for them. You sometimes kissed them, but it wasn’t fully a romantic relationship, and it never went sexual so far either.

Imagine you are fully an adult now, and you live with the twins and work close by Ambrose. Lester is often at home to spend time with you, and the twins take care of you. For instance, they wait for you to be back from work to have dinner.

You are happy. Too happy to care about the murders. You actually enjoy living with dangerous people who only love and cherish you.

Imagine one day your biological family finds you. They go to your work to talk to you. You are confused and lost. You have always thought your family died a long time ago.

Your mother is very sick, and she needs money to get a treatment. Your biological sibling wants to convince you to help and he sweet talks to you, saying he needs you, his big sister, in his existence.

You realise they are manipulating you and that your parents abandoned you but happily raised your little brother. You were the problem. You are heartbroken.

But they are good with their words. Your brother is a lot more dangerous than you can think. Your instinct knows it, but for the moment, you are too shocked to think.

You need to talk about all of this to your boys, but you don't know how. A small part of you is scared they will push you away, they will stop loving you.

Imagine you go back home later than usual that day, which worried the twins. When they see you, they instantly know something happened, and they make you talk.

Imagine the Sinclair brothers' reactions once you finish your story.

Imagine them thinking they are going to lose their girl, their sunshine, their happiness.

They don't know how they will deal with this, but they know one thing: you are a Sinclair, and you are theirs.

(Yes, I want to write for this 🙈)

[makethatelevenrings]

Just Friends? // J. Todd x f!reader

Requested? yes!

WARNINGS: none

Summary: Jason panicked and told Dick he was dating someone. Now he’s being forced to bring them to family dinner so he turns to his best friend, you, for help.

“You want me to…what?”

The couch dipped beside you and a heavy arm draped across the back. You nudged Jason with your elbow as he crowded up against you and he retaliated by swiping your book out of your hand. Since he didn’t particularly feel like dying again that day, he made sure to slide a bookmark between the pages before he shut it and tossed it onto his coffee table.

“I need you to be my date. To Sunday night dinner.” He said it so simply that you had half the mind to start concussion protocol in case he had landed helmet-first sometime during last night’s patrol. You raised an inquisitive eyebrow and he grinned.

“And this is in relation to…?”

“Dick was trying to set me up with this guy he met at a coffee shop and knowing Dick’s taste in people, I panicked and said I was already dating someone and he insisted that I bring them to meet the family. Because anyone who would date me, and I quote, is a godsend and/or in need of some serious help.”

You hummed and poked his cheek. “What if I’m both?”

“See? You’re perfect.”

You adjusted your seating on the couch so you could face him, one leg tucked under you and the other hanging off the edge of his worn couch. His large hand came down to rest on your thigh and he drew circles against your skin before squeezing gently. You slid one hand to the nape of his neck and played with his hair.

“How on earth are we going to convince your family, the greatest detectives in the world, that we’re a couple?”

You found yourself at Wayne Manor on Sunday with one very antsy vigilante. He kept asking if you remembered the story the two of you had generated and you were very close to throttling him. Two years of friendship and he still didn’t trust your ability to make shit up on the fly.

The heavy oak door swung open, revealing a short kid. He appraised you with a disinterested expression and then delicately sniffed.

“Todd, I see you have brought your lady friend for once.”

“Nice to see you too, Demon Spawn.” Jason ruffled his hair as he passed and the kid swatted his hand, a murderous glare flitting across his face.

“You must be Damian.” You held out your hand and he regarded it coolly before shaking it. “Jay told me you like animals. Remind me later and I’ll show you pictures of my cats.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed for a moment before he nodded and stepped aside. “That is agreeable. Perhaps I can introduce you to Alfred as well.”

You mouthed something akin to isn’t that the butler? to Jason and he snickered as he sidled up to you and slid his hand along your waist. “Butler AND cat. Damian was inspired when he named him.”

“Hmmm, that’s cute. So, one sibling down. How many more to go?”

“Too many.” He leaned down to brush a kiss across your brow. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, bird boy.”

Dinner went off without a hitch. Dick declared his love for you the second he met you, Tim was hesitant at first and fully assumed you were actually a mercenary hired by Jason to try and kill him again, Steph gleefully regaled you with stories of Jason slipping and falling off of roofs during patrol, and Cass had laughed when Jason had tried to steal some of Alfred’s famous mashed potatoes off of your plate and you proceeded to launch a fork at him.

Bruce, as expected, just sat quietly.

“Oh, miss, don’t worry about the plates,” Alfred exclaimed when you started stacking up Jason’s dirty dishes onto yours. “I have it handled.”

“Are you sure? It’s really no big deal.”

“Quite alright, miss. It is my job after all.”

You smiled at the kindly butler. “Jason speaks very highly of you. Thank you for always being there for him.”

“Of course, miss. Master Todd has always been a great joy in my life.” You could see the unspoken sorrow that lingered there too and you briefly thought of the jagged, y-shaped scar that spanned the length of his torso. Jason slid his hand in yours and tugged you into another room.

“Movie night,” he explained. “National Treasure, of course.”

“A classic.” He maneuvered you to fall back onto the couch, leaving a space for him between you and Dick. “Ah, shit, let me go get you a blanket.”

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Dick asked when Jason disappeared.

“I’ve known him for two years but we’ve been dating for three months.” It was the agreed upon date you two had come up with last night when you laid on the couch together, a mess of tangled limbs. “He’s my best friend.”

“He better not be trying to replace me.” Dick pouted but Damian tossed a pillow at his head and let out another scoff. The youngest Robin had Alfred the cat in his lap and stroked the cat’s fur like some kind of evil villain in his lair.

“Don’t worry, Dickiebird. No one can replace you,” Jason drawled as he returned with a blanket. He draped it over your lap and then took a seat next to you. “Good?”

“Yeah, thanks Jase.” You knew you wouldn’t last through the movie. In fact, you probably fell asleep twenty minutes in. Your head fell against Jason’s shoulder and he carefully adjusted the blanket to cover your shoulders before running a hand over your hair.

“If you haven’t already,” Bruce said from behind him. “You should tell her you love her.”

Of course, Jason groused. Nothing got past Batman.

[deadlygamemaster]

❝ welcome welcome, ladies and gentlemen. put your mask on and get ready, because tonight we are faceless. you can’t trust anybody, including your own senses. A scavenger hunt-ish competition, while diving into the mysterious world of the circue de minuit. Still not convinced you should take part? Well, the prize money is high and the goal is easy. Try to get the King of Spades, by using the cards you'll find on your way and completing the challenges. Sign your name, get your mask and throw yourself into a world of pure madness. Like the cheshire cat to Alice said: we're all mad here.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✘ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Dante Spades • »⠀ ⠀⠀ the face behind the mask.

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Dante comes from a family deeply rooted in the performing arts. His parents, siblings, and relatives all embraced roles as playwrights, acrobats, and artists. However, unlike his kin, Dante grappled with a lack of interest and arguably lacked talent when it came to the customary tasks within the Cirque de Minuit. Despite being known for his smug charisma and being hailed as "beautiful as an angel," he found himself stuck selling popcorn at one of the dining areas within the expansive circus.

However, his life took a transformative turn when he conceived an idea that would alter his fate at the circus. A game — a scavenger hunt — a challenge for those, like him, who grew weary of conventional circus spectacles. What originated as a simple game gradually burgeoned into something far more significant. The rules were easy: "Find as many cards as possible throughout the circus premises, complete the task written on the back of the card, and receive a clue in return, that brings you closer to finding the king of spades card and winning the prize fund."

As the success of the scavenger hunt unfolded, not only did the prize fund escalate, but Dante also marveled at the dedication and energy participants invested in the game. Surprised by their willingness to finish the challenges he devised on the cards, he gradually increased the difficulty, eccentricity, and even danger. Astonishingly, rather than questioning the challenges, the allure of his game extended even to the circus employes. Some were eager to assist, while others were keen to place bets on the contestants.. and since the circus was always moving around, there were no consequences if some of the contestants got hurt.

For a while, this provided enough tension and entertainment. Yet, as months passed, Dante found himself plagued by a growing sense of uninspiration. He craved for more—desiring to immerse himself in the game, to be an active participant, and share in the enjoyment firsthand.

[orangevtae]

Protector [Din Djarin x Skywalker!Reader]

Summary: Din's been on your track for a while now, but he actually didn't know that you were being hunted for to be delivered to an Empire Lord that has been after you simply because you were part of the Resistance so you both make a deal: you pay him so he protects you till you got to Nevarro so you can pay the price for your own head and you go to your separate ways. But is Din capable of doing it?

Warnings: Even if the story it's written between the events of seasons 1 & 2, maybe there can be some spoilers. Strangers to lovers (kinda?). Murder and death. afab!reader and use of she/her pronouns. Mentions of the Skywalker twins, reader and them are not blood relationed tho. Found family kinda thing. Typical Star Wars and The Mandalorian like violence. Touch starved Din (No one's gonna change my mind on that).

A/N: another day, another Pedro Pascal character. I decided to delete Supernova cause i didn't like the way it was going and i thought about this one and liked the idea better, maybe it will be multi-chapter, still thinking about it. Enjoy! <3

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Chapter 1: The Meeting

Din was yet in another icey planet. The snow beneath his feet was fluff, what made his boots smooth down while he heard the crunchy sound of it. The kid was safely neated and warmed on it's satchel by Din's hip as The Mandalorian was with his attention on his track orb that was beeping the louder he walked.

He didn't mind snowy icey planets, his beskar made sure to keep the cold out, he only thought about how this kinda of place seemed to be the prefered ones for the bounties he went after to. The thing is: this bounty in specifically never stopped on a place for more than a week, he got lucky if sometimes they decided to stay for two weeks, but it never lasted.

He has been after you for quite some months now, Din thought that maybe that was the longer he took to find a bounty. It was hard to keep tracks on you, he got near close to capture you once on Coruscant but you got him lost on the multitude on people on there, he only got closer enough to see you flying off on a ship, attentively looking back at him. So now, with you close to reach and him lucky enough to find out about where you were hiding before you took off by the end of the week was everything he asked for.

You knew he was after you, which bounty hunter wasn't? But the fact is: he in specifically was the one that could actually keep his track on you. You made all the others get lost, being tricked whenever they got too close so you could use the force to persuade them to believe that you weren't the person they were looking for.

But this one, this Mandalorian guy, really made up for the legends he had on his shoulders. At first, you were deeply afraid of him, he for himself looked butch enough and with the beskar clad armor he wore, he looked even more intimidating. If he ever so captured you, you were done for.

You don't know how long you were in the run now, you just knew that it had been so long that you blocked your siblings from the force connection you had so just you wouldn't endangering them on this too. You knew Luke and Leia could take care of themselves, they had much more force training than you, but they had their own lifes and you didn't want them in trouble cause of your problems.

It was easy to persuade the others bounty hunters, even if they were in that line of work, not all of them were good on their stealthy, you lost count how many times you got them lost cause they made fools of themselves but with the Mandalorian? You only got lucky the first and only time you were able to drible him and run away before he captured you. Right now, you wouldn't have time to hide or run cause you didn't thought yet about the next planet you would go to because the Mandalorian found you first, so you had two options and neither of them were good enough to do before he shot you with a blaster and it's bye-bye you.

You took a deep breath, you were patiently waiting for him to get to the room you were staying at and you weren't less surprised when you heard the door open and close, the sound of heavy boots making themselves known as he got inside "Don't move" he commanded, his voice a little raspy from the modulator from his helmet.

"So...you finally found me" you commented, voice low.

"Yeah, you were kinda hard to keep track on but not enough" he said "Stand up"

You took a deep breath, it was now or never "Okay, listen, i have a proposal for you" you said as you stood up, hands above your head "I'm pretty sure you don't know who is after me."

"No clue, my job it's just to catch you and bring you" he said, taking slow steps towards you as he stood tall before you, blaster directly aimed to your stomach "and i can bring you in warm or i can bring in cold, you decide it. I'm going to get my payment either way."

"Please, just listen to me" you begged, looking up at him. Your orbs found the T line on his helmet, that was a little tilted down at you since you were a little smaller than him and you almost felt like crying if that would made him listen to you, you didn't care if you were going to be shot, you have to at least try "The man that is looking for me, he's an former Empire Lord. Even if the Empire it's over, there's plenty of man like the one's after me around the galaxy."

"So what?" he said in return.

"So what is that he's after me cause i was part of the Rebellion, got sent on a mission where my purpose was to find and take down the ship he was and the crew members with him by the end of the war. He still was alive after i took everything down and that set a rage on him and he's been looking for me ever since." you let out a deep breath "I never did anything moraly wrong that could cause my name to be around a bounty hunter track orb or to have a farrik Mandalorian after me. He's just after me cause he wants revenge and the Republic doesn't know how to find him cause he is always hidden the dark where their eyes are unable to see and if i wasn't being honest about it i wouldn't come up with such history, it has too much backstory for it to be a teltalle so i can ditch you, so i am asking you to please believe my word."

For a moment, you thought that he wasn't conviced and that he would end up shooting you without needing to think twice He was silent for a few good moments, just shallow breaths being heard from his modulator.

"I don't trust you" he said finally "You could very well just made that up so you could try, so i need something to know that what you are saying it's true."

You almost sighed with relief at it and nodded "Downstairs, the lady on the reception, she was an former Rebellion ally, we fought together many times, she can confirm you my story. I'll be right here when you get back, you have my word."

You heard a deep sigh coming from him "Okay" he said, holsting his blaster back on his hip "If you story is a blanty lie and i discover that that woman downstairs has nothing to do with what you saying, you can expect that when i come back, you are done for."

You nodded your head, feeling your thighs tremble a little "Okay."

"Stay right here, if you move" he held up his tracker "I'll know"

And he went out the door.

You let out a deep breath, your hands were sweating and trembling as you took a seat on the bed beneath you. To say you were scared of him was mere fact, that guy was even broader up close than what you've seen last time from afar. He stood tall before you all the time while having a calm demeanor with a blaster pointed at you ready to shoot if you ever tried anything.

But you wouldn't, cause you actually needed him. Not that you weren't capable of taking care of yourself, cause in reality you could take anyone down in a matter of seconds if you needed, but you needed a safe scape out and you assumed he had a ship and you needed to get to Nevarro without other bounty hunter stumbling into you.

It seemed like hours, it looked like it has been an eternity before the Mandalorian apeared on the door of your room again, closing it after he got inside.

"So?" you asked

"She confirmed your version, but why an Empire scum is after you? Really, i mean" he asked you, putting some weight on his left leg and one of his hands on his hip

"I killed his son" you stated "I didn't knew he was on board of the ship" It got silent suddenly.

It looked like the weight made your shoulders sunk.

It was the first time you ever revealed that, it was an acident, the kid wasn't supposed to be on board when you bombarded the Imperial ship, that kind of information wasn't given cause no one knew he was on board when you and your team were supposed to explode it.

"We didn't know, that kind of info never came to us and when it came...well, it was already done and his father has been after me ever since" you sighed

Mando didn't said anything for a while, only sighed and looked at the satchel at his hip where the Kid was still sleeping peacefully "So, what was your proposal?"

"Take me to Nevarro, i can pay you in double the reward for me and i am guessing you have a ship" you stated to him, squaring your shoulders "I need someone as you to take me there cause i'm always on a track. I just need to get to Nevarro to pay the reward that it's on my head, i guess that that may erase me from the Guild's records"

Din thought for a while. Even on his line of work, it wasn't acceptable to kill kids and he thought that you were paying for something that wasn't your fault and you clearly just wanted a stop to the constant feeling of running away. That didn't mean he trusted you tho.

Plus, he needed the money, he had an extra mouth now so he needed to buy food since the green child under his care never stopped eating amd he wanted him to at least live well under his care.

"I'll take you there, one of the head leaders of the Guild is a friend of mine, i guess he can do that for you if i ask him, it's a more than fair trade i guess" he shrugged, putting his blaster back on the holter "But i don't trust you."

"You don't have to" you looked him at his helmet, where you guessed his eyes would be "Just take me to Nevarro, i'll pay you and we both go on our separate ways"

"Deal" he tilted his head towards the door signaling for you guys to head out the door.

You grabbed the backpack you always carried with you that had just the few belongings and headed out the room, the lights went off and the door closed behind you and your new companions for a while.

For your lucky, you always remembered to pay your stady on the places you would be in the moment you arrived at them, so you didn't had problems when leaving the in you where. When you put feet outside of it, the cold air hitted you with force and you squeezed the scarf closer to your neck and nose and followed the Mandalorian that was a few steps ahead of you.

When you took steps enough to at least walk by his side in silence, you noticed a pair of green ears peaking out of the satchel he had around his hip, you frowned when it turned it's head and stared at you with it's big orbs. You let out a little smile make itself on your lips when you noticed that it was a baby, he cooed to you and you waved a little before looking front of you to make sure you wouldn't step on some ice that would make you slide face down on the ground. You haven't noticed the baby till now.

You knew that Mandalorians had a costume to take orphans in their care till they delivered them to their family's or they stayed with them of they couldn't find, you were surprised to know that this Mandalorian beside you had that kind of mission on him. It didn't take long to get to the hangar where the Mandalorian had put his ship into.

You let out a quiet whistle at seeing his ship "Wow, Razor Crest. It's been a while since i saw one"

"Ever piloted one?" he asked, this seemed to peak his interest

"No, we had one at the Rebel base, it was only used once" you whispered

"C'mon" he clicked a few buttons on the pad of his arm, making the ramp of the Crest to get down.

When it was down enough, he went ahead of you and climbed it, you followed close behind, when you were inside, the same ramp got up and the Crest was started, lifting off the ground so you decided to go to the cockpit, where the Mandalorian and his little green friend where at and then went off planet.

[lunaclamat]

Crying in the cold

This is one of my first attempts at writing a fic, and honestly, I don't know what to think. Feedback and criticism are welcomed, but please be gentle with me. Also english is not my first language.

762 words, (tbh I thought I was writing longer, guess not today)

Cases with kids were always hard. Whether it was a kid missing or hurt. Or worse. Or worse like was unfortunately this case.

The BAU flew from Virginia to Alaska in hopes of helping the local sheriff with two missing siblings. Before the unit even had a chance to land, Garcia called to announce the sibling's death and another kid gone missing. The unsub was evolving far more quickly than the detectives were able to react.

Missing children were becoming dead ones. The usual 24-hour waiting period had gone out of the window. Everyone took it hard but everyone also knew better than to show it in front of the missing children's families. Sherrif was stressed and taking it out on his men. 

JJ and Emily did their best in consoling families while also trying to ask them questions. Both of which were hopeless. Derek was questioning the only witness for hours on end while Spencer was trying to figure out the damn geographical profile which wasn't making any sense, even to him. Poor Penelope was going through every document and record she could find, but even her hacker abilities weren’t enough. 

I knew I should focus on the cause. Missing children, grieving families, a psychotic murderer on the loose… However, all I could focus on was everyone's exhaustion. As I was going through the victimology for what felt like a hundredth time, I looked over to Aaron with Rossi. The two of them trying to calm down the sheriff as well as each other. 

“This is hopeless.” My complaining wasn’t for anyone in particular but Spencer hummed back.

“We’re going to find them. It does take this much time sometimes.”

“They could be dead already.” I felt like crying. As if my FBI training and experience didn’t exist and I was just some passerby who happened to stumble upon investigation.

Without waiting for Spencer’s answer I got up to leave. In the corner of my eye, I could see Aaron glancing out of his way for me. I kept going down the hall and outside. My pride didn't allow me to ask for comfort. Comfort felt like a luxury we didn't have time for.

“Hey! Wait up!” Aaron called as gently as he could without sounding like an angry boss and more like a caring friend. Or boyfriend, as he didn't really know.

I stepped outside the small police station and leaned on the wall. As the cold hit my face it turned red. Puffy eyes and eyebags did little to conceal the tears hitting my cheeks.

When Aaron caught up to me, he approached me like I was a small terrified animal. Scared of me running off to the wild and never coming back. 

“It’s okay to feel bad…I know it’s hard but we just hit a dead end. We’ll figure it out eventually.” He reached out for my hand and when I didn't pull back, gently pulled me into his arms. I linked my hands behind his back under his jacket and whispered into his neck. “You can’t hug me, someone gonna see us.” I pressed myself into him with no intention of letting go.

“I’m making sure my team is in good condition to work this case. I’m simply doing my job as a section union chief.”

“Don’t tell me this is how you comfort your other subordinates.” 

“Just you.” I could feel him kissing the top of my head. “I like you the most.”

Logically we both knew we shouldn’t be hugging in front of a police station while the bau was helping with a case tough in all meanings. Warily and slowly we let go of each other’s embrace. Others would just see two colleagues and nothing more. 

“I know we’ll get it. I logically know that we’ll find the one missing piece and It’s all gonna make sense, but I- I just can’t let myself think of it when all I see is dead and missing people and a room with detectives unable to help.”

“Reid figured out the profile and potential address. Garcia found something too. I don’t know how much, but something. We’re going to add the rest.”

I wanted to protest but Aaron's palms came up to my cheeks faster. He gently wiped away my tears with his thumbs and kissed my forehead. “C’mon… We have someone to save.” 

We turned in the direction of the main entrance and for the three steps it took us to get there, held hands. Just before he opened the door for me, he squeezed reassuringly. 

[grandeoatmilklatte]

HL Characters and their Horror Movie Subgenres

+ some horror movies that fit said subgenre!

I'm back with some Horror movie head cannons for our favorite HL characters! A great way to kick of spooky season!

This is a sequel of sorts to my HL Characters and their Horror Movie Tropes post, so feel free to check that one out too if you haven't already! Please know that I love all of these characters, so please don't be offended by any of my assessments if they seem "mean". This is all in good fun and of course just my opinion.

Ominis Gaunt - Revenge Horror:

Who doesn’t love a good Horror movie where the main character gets revenge on anyone who hurt them? A good revenge movie feels cathartic for both the character and the audience, and makes you feel for the character, even when they’re doing unsavory things. While we never see Ominis enact any kind of revenge on anyone, and although this concept could apply to Seb as well, I’m giving this to Omi because he has enough issues in his life that he’s very capable of going crazy and enacting revenge on his family. Some movies that come to mind for Ominis are Carrie, Revenge, and Midsommar - all commonly considered “good for her” movies where the female lead gets revenge on those who harm her (but is Midsommar really a “good for her” movie in the end? That’s a topic for another day.) Bonus: Speaking of his family, although this is definitely not a subgenre, fucked up family horror movies fit Ominis well also - Hereditary, The Hills Have Eyes, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre come to mind. 

Sebastian Sallow - Psychological Horror:

There’s an argument to be made that Seb is manipulative throughout the game. Begging the MC to talk to the keepers to help with Anne’s illness, calling the MC ignorant for seeking help from a goblin only to immediately take it back, justifying murder, etc. This gives him the makings of psychological horror. Psychological Horror leaves you tense, confused, and wondering until the very end if you’re being played or not. Some movies that come to mind here are Black Swan, Watcher (Not THE Watcher like the movie about the house), and The Lodge. Bonus: definitely not a real subgenre, but sibling/twin related Horror fits Seb also - such as Goodnight Mommy and The Uninvited, which are also Psychological Horror movies that involve twins/siblings. 

Garreth Weasley - Horror Comedy:

As mentioned in my previous post, Garreth is the comic relief friend, so it seems only appropriate that his subgenre is Horror Comedy. He’s the type to crack a joke during a tense moment. Horror Comedies can sometimes be a little bit scary, but also funny and lighthearted. Movies like Shaun of the Dead, Ready or Not, and Cabin in the Woods fall into this subgenre, all varying in their ratio of horror vs comedy. Bonus entry: mad scientist Horror movies like Frankenstein and Reanimator, cause let’s face it, Garreth would totally bring something back from the dead in a lab (accidentally or not).

Leander Prewitt - Found Footage:

No Found Footage movie is complete without some incredibly brave dummy doing something or going somewhere they shouldn’t, and bringing a camera along for the ride. Leander, high off that Gryffindor pride and eager to prove himself would absolutely be all in for this. Coupled with the nervous shaky hands he would absolutely have and refusal to let go of the camera no matter how impractical it gets to keep running with it, and you have your perfect Found Footage film. Movies like Gonjiam Haunted Asylum and Grave Encounters fit Leander perfectly. 

Poppy Sweeting - Creature Feature:

This feels pretty obvious, but with her love of beasts, Poppy is of course a Creature Feature. To her, the creature can do no wrong, and the humans deserve whatever they get. Movies like Godzilla, Kong Kong, and Jaws (I said what I said. Jaws is a horror movie) all fit this subgenre. 

Imelda Reyes - Slasher Horror:

Imelda is brutal and cutthroat competitive, making her a perfect Slasher film. Whether she’s the Final Girl, or the Slasher herself, she’ll make for a killer good time! The older, campy-er Slashers are definitely more her style. Movies like Slumber Party Massacre and Black Christmas (1978) fit her. 

Amit Thakkar - Space Horror:

This might not technically be a subgenre, but let’s be real, what’s scarier than being completely alone in space? Amit would definitely say nothing is scarier. The obvious movie choice here is the Alien franchise. In my last post, I almost made Amit’s character trope be the Final Girl, with Ripley as his character choice but I changed it cause there were too many Final Girls, but Amit would absolutely vibe with Ripley. 

Natty Onai - Body Horror:

Natty’s animagus ability of course falls into the subgenre of body horror, specifically any body horror involving someone turning into an animal. Although we always see animagus transformations being seamless, imagine if they weren’t. Imagine having to watch a human transform into an animal slowly and grotesquely. Movies like The Fly and American Werewolf in London are what come to mind for Natty due to their horrific depictions of transforming into an animal. 

✨And now, please enjoy some silly bonus entries!✨

MC - Possession Horror:

Why is MC so overpowered? Surely the MC is possessed and this is the work of a demon. No normal person should be this powerful with virtually no explanation, magical or not. Is it ever explained why MC had ancient magic to begin with? No, no it’s not. MC probably messed with a ouija board and got themselves possessed. Movies like The Exorcist and The Exorcism of Emily Rose fit here well cause our MC is in desperate need of an exorcism.

Richard Jackdaw - Paranormal/Ghost Horror:

Duh. Movies include Paranormal Activity and The Others. 

Duncan Hobhouse - N/A:

The guy is afraid of a puffskein, for crying out loud. There's no way he's getting a subgenre. His movie would be Hotel Transylvania.

[yanderes-galore]

Oh . My bad, I apologize.

Maybe then just Platonic Yandere!Joel Miller?

It's alright ^^ I hope you still like the concept! I have not finished The Last of Us Part 1 yet so I kept it general.

He is genuinely dad material.

Minor The Last of Us Part 1 spoilers

Yandere! Platonic! Joel Miller Concept

(The Last of Us Part 1 - Game)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective dad Joel, Slight trust issues, Paranoia, He's overprotective of you and Ellie, Murder, Violent, Fear of losing a child, Joel's still sort of grieving.

The dynamic between Joel and darling in this would be like how he is with Ellie.

Even at the age of 18 you're still inexperienced with how the world works now.

Joel has almost seen all this dangerous world has to offer.

He's killed, he's stolen, he's developed a reputation in this world filled with hunters and human fungus.

He used to be such a caring father...

Now Joel's been bred into a monster.

Joel could've met you some time after when he had found Ellie.

By this point he's still trying to get used to essentially parenting Ellie.

The moment he finds you he dreads parenting another...

Sure, you're a young adult and can care for yourself for the most part...

Yet you're clumsy and your skills aren't perfected.

It'll take time before Joel fully accepts you into the little pair he has.

He already thinks keeping Ellie around puts him in danger already.

Despite his hesitance to aiding you, Ellie seems to trust you enough.

Joel's trust for you only grows when you prove you can provide and take care of yourself.

Essentially, prove you won't get everyone killed and he adopts you into the group.

It's just Joel and his two kids now.

Joel begins to see you and Ellie as his new family in this twisted world.

After all... he hasn't got much left in this world after the death of Sarah and Tess.

When Joel starts to accept you as a companion you'll start noticing his odd behavior.

Joel acts like a caring and overprotective dad towards you.

He does everything he can to keep you and Ellie safe.

Joel doesn't flinch at the idea of violence or murder to keep you safe.

Ellie can vouch that Joel has bashed in the skulls of zombies and hunters alike to protect her.

The same would be for you, too.

Something you'll notice is Joel will treat you like you can't take care of yourself at times.

He ends you treating you like you're younger than you are.

Probably due to taking care of Sarah and Ellie.

This leads to arguments between you and Joel.

Often you'll end up yelling at each other for one thing or another.

He blames you still sort of being a teen.

Despite this Joel still tries to be like a dad to you.

Ellie sees you like an older sibling in the group and doesn't like it when Joel starts fights with you.

He claims his motives are to protect you.

Yet it comes off as suffocating due to him having a fear of losing you.

There's so much danger in this infected world.

You could get shot by hunter groups... or be infected by cordyceps spores....

Joel doesn't like the idea of losing you once he's attached to you.

Which is exactly why he was scared to be attached to you in the first place.

Even if you've seen the murder and violence Joel commits to protect you and Ellie, he hates it when you see it.

Joel tends to put you in charge of Ellie while he deals with the danger.

Joel shows he cares for the both of you during downtime.

When you're hiding in an abandoned house to rest, Joel pulls you into his chest and hugs you.

Sometimes Ellie joins while Joel just... holds you to his body.

He wonders if Sarah would've acted like you when she got older.

A lot of Joel's platonic yandere behavior is due to him losing Sarah.

He can't bare to lose another child, especially since he technically has two now.

There's always a nagging voice within Joel while he survives alongside you and Ellie.

It mocks him when walking through spore clouds with his mask on...

It lectures him whenever he defends you from hunters...

The voice tells him he isn't capable enough to defend you or Ellie.

It tells him he'll fail.

Joel's determined to prove his anxiety wrong...

He'll be a good dad to you both and protect you... even if it means you'll despise him in the process. Nothing's going to come between him and his new family.

[silverhallow]

Every Breath You Take

Violet Bridgerton II x Edward Becker (OC) Love Story

Chapter 1: Wonderstruck

Summer 1838

Edward had been to My Cottage before, he stopped regularly on his way to Eton to collect William Bridgerton but it was the summer of 1838 that would forever stick in his mind.

He was 16 years old and was becoming more aware of what was to become him in a few short years. He was the only son of the Duke of Somerset and he was 10 years younger than his older sisters and he had been unexpected but to his father, a welcome relief but now at 16, his father was actually taking an interest in him and preparing him for inheriting the Dukedom.

He’d spent a lot of time alone or with his cousin, the future Earl of Devon, Thomas Shuffield before he reached Eton where within days he’d become best friends with William Bridgerton.

William had everything that Edward had wanted in his family and often found himself jealous of the stories that William would tell him about his escapades with his cousins and siblings during their breaks from school and whilst he had heard a lot about William’s younger sister, he had never met her.

Over the last few years when he had stopped at My Cottage, Violet Bridgerton had often not been at My Cottage, having been either at Romney Hall or visiting her aunt and uncle at the parsonage but that fateful day, she had been home.

Edward had meant to spend the night at My Cottage as was custom before he would set off with William to collect Thomas on their return to the school but the weather had been bad and it had meant that he had to sleep on the road and arrived just after when the Bridgerton’s would break their fast.

He had sent a man ahead on horseback to let William and his parents know and he knew Mrs Bridgerton would worry about him if he was not there by the evening, when he arrived Mrs Bridgerton welcomed him at the doorstep and gave him a motherly hug and explained she’d prepared a bath for him if he wished to freshen up and eat before they departed.

He thanked her profusely, feeling awful from sleeping in the carriage and desperately hungry, so he made his way through the comfortable country home towards the guest room he would usually reside in and as he made his way onto the landing, thinking longingly of the hot water and Mrs Bridgerton’s cooks biscuits, there was a commotion and he heard the bark of the Bridgerton family dog Arthur and as a door opened he heard a girls voice “No Artie! Give that back!” and then the dog appeared with a rag in his mouth as he made a bid for freedom down the hall.

Edward chuckled and carried on walking only to find himself being crashed into not even two seconds later and he felt a cold wetness spill across his chest and as he looked down he saw a blur of blonde hair and the greenest eyes he had ever seen.

“Ooops! I am so sorry!!!” said the girl and all Edward could do was just stare, blinking like an idiot as his brain seemed to stall as he took in the girl.

“Vivi! Artie’s down the hall with your painting rag, if he gets in Dad’s stuff he’ll… well he’ll not murder you but he won’t be happy” came Will’s voice as he appeared around the corner “Lord, what happened to you Ed? Vivi you need to watch where you’re going”

“Right, yes sorry… I’ll go get Artie, sorry again” Vivi said to Edward before running off around the corner before his brain could mutter any words.

“It’s not a problem” he said half-stupidly as he looked at the space and just blinked.

Will just laughed and clapped him on the shoulder “sorry about Violet, she doesn’t look here she is going sometimes, especially when Artie is involved. Come here, I think i’ve got a spare waistcoat. Mrs C will get that cleaned up and send it down to us at school…”

Whatever else happened that afternoon Edward had no idea, it was all a blur as he swapped his waistcoat and put on one of his best friends, but he didn’t see Violet again as he was in the carriage within an hour but he was certain of one thing as he climbed into the carriage…

He was almost 99% sure he had just met the woman he wanted to marry…

[wangxianficfinder]

YilingWei Sect AU

~*~

and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending)

❤️ Restoration by ritualist (M, 84k, WangXian, Fairy Tale Elements, Non-Linear Narrative, Time Skips, Time Shenanigans, YL WWX, Sentient Burial Mounds, Sunshot Campaign, Politics, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, JGS Is His Own Content Warning, Necromancy, Surgery, Identity Issues, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Love at First Sight, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending)

❤️ love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, YL WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Mutual Pining, EXTREME SLOWBURN, the inherent eroticism of the forehead ribbon, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, neither wwx nor lwj want to be Perceived, bottom lwj in chapter 20 and 27)

💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX survives, sect leader WWX, yiling wei sect au, slow burn, angst w/ happy ending, getting together, pining, love confessions, reunions, mind all the tags)

❤️ The Yiling Wei Clan Series by scifigeek14 (G, 45k, wangxian, Staying (Podfic) by lalaspodfics)

body and soul by TooSel (E, 41k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, marriage proposal, politics, yiling wei sect au, friends to lovers, angst w/ happy ending)

🧡 Vow by draechaeli (E, 216k, Canon Divergence, BeliefGod!WWX, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Pregnancy Kink, Mpreg, Mainly Novel with a few CQL and Donghua bits, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Temporary Character Death, WWXs dead for a lot of this, but he’s having fun, Unintentional "Sect leader" WWX)

🧡 #WarPrizeJiSeason by PorcupineGirl (T, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YL WWX, Warprize LWJ, Yiling Wei Sect, Mistaken Identity, Identity reveal)

Amid the Frost by LtLJ (G, 5k, WangXian, Canon Divergence,CQL Verse, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort/Comfort, Fluff, Different first meeting, Waterborn Abyss, YL WWX)

💖 hot necromancer singles seeking dom daddies in your area by Mikkeneko (M, 19k, wangxian, yiling wei sect au, BDSM scene, dom/sub, brat wwx, rope bondage, caning, aftercare)

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Turnabout and Start Again by runningondreams (T, 34k, wangxian, temporary character death, role reversal, soulmates, blood & injury, suicide, imprisonment, violence, gore, pining, identity issues, getting together, happy ending, WIP)

Cradle by Dragonesque (T, 195k, WIP, Canon Divergenc, Adopted children, Yiling Wei Sect, BAMF WWX)

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The road to our happiness by lanondolce (M, 25k, wangxian, canon divergence, LWJ pov, role swap, angst, YLLZ WWX, WIP, Abandoned)

Arrivals in Yiling by Crystelia (G, 5k, Wangxian,Canon Divergence, yiling wei sect, YL WWX, Demonic Cultivation, farmers, Reconciliation, Sect Leader WWX, Light Angst)

Sunshower in Yiling Series by Aki_no_hikari (T/G, 24k, WangXian, Canon Divergence wwx is a genius and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, Light Angst, Introspection, Pining, Family Fluff, Battle Couple, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Teacher WWX, Family Drama)

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Crush and Conquer by Papriqua (E, 4k, wangxian, different first meetings, humor, rough sex, rape/non-con elements, dubious consent, breeding kink, yiling wei sect, for like 5 mins but still!)

The Trouble With Politics: a Treatise on Jiang Sect Deputies Gone Rogue by Sect Leader Wei Wuxian by stiltonbasket (G, 40k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence,Yílíng Wèi Sect, or: the one where yu zhenhong is a wild card, Smitten LWJ, Domestic Fluff, Politics, Happy Ending, Sect Leader WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, JZX still dies though)

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I dreamt I was missing by Vientchat_Kanaryo (T, 42k, wangxian, canon divergence, eventual romance, slow burn, mental health issues, hurt/comfort, adopted sibling relationships, WIP) Yiling Wei Sect WWX’s disciples, including MXY, XY, and AQ, take part in the Mo Manor and Dafan Mountain investigations.

An Outsider's Guide to Demonic Cultivation by caessura (T, 53k, WIP, YL WWX, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Canon Divergence, Demonic Cultivator LSZ, LSZ is a Wèi, Isolated Yílíng Wèi Sect, Demonic Cultivation, expanded demonic cultivation abilities, some discussion of trauma and ptsd, mute character, Burial mounds: the next generation, OC POV, jyl is alive,OC driven)

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~*~

[charcoalhawk]

Don’t listen to a word I say, the screams all sound the same

Wulf lives his life in missed moments, and then, he doesn’t live in any moment at all.

Content warning: death, murder

Title is from Little talks by Of Monsters and Men

Wulf knows he had a real name, once. Even mean people like the butcher who always overcharged mama had a name, but Wulf can’t remember his anymore.

But mama had always called him her little wulf, and during their special nights every month when they all moved on all fours and howled at the moon, he sometimes wished he could always be one.

He wasn’t even two hands old when he lost mama and his siblings to That Man. He had broken into their little home in the woods and hit mama so horribly on the head that she never got up again. He and his siblings had tried to run, but two loud bangs had them collapsing from where they were running beside him.

The only reason he survived was because he did the one thing mama told him to never do. That Man had caught him as he was trying to shake his sister Rosè awake, yelling horrible words as he shook Wulf. And in that moment Wulf had been so overcome with rage he disobeyed the most important rule.

He’d managed to twist and sink his tiny teeth into That Man’s arm, biting down as hard as he could.

That Man had screamed and hit Wulf, but it must not have been too hard because he woke up just as the sun was setting.

That Man’s body was lying a few feet away, face frozen in a horrible scream and body stiffer than frozen wood.

He had left That Man there to rot for what he had done, then very carefully carried his siblings back to their house.

It took him three whole days to dig a hole big enough for his family, but when he finally finished it he carefully brought them all down and arranged them like he cuddles piles they would have after every full moon.

After filling the hole he searched the whole forest until he found the three perfect rocks. And carefully rolled them to lie over where his family was buried.

For a long time no one else comes to their house. Wulf keeps it as clean as he can in honor of his mama, and the forest provides enough so he doesn’t starve.

No one from town ever comes out to look for him or even for his mama, something that both makes Wulf’s heart ache yet he’s immensely grateful for.

The seasons shift and Wulf grows and settles into his quiet life. The most he ever sees of other people is when the leaves shift and deer run aplenty. Then he’ll catch the occasional howl of hunting dogs or the bang that always brings back horrible memories.

Those are the few months he dreads the full moon, because the forest is never quiet, and he fears catching any kind of unwanted attention.

But all good things must come to an end. It's a warm spring night, with the full moon round and heavy overhead, when Wulf hears a cry shatter the calm of the night and sends birds fleeing into the sky in droves.

Although he knows nothing good will come of it, his curiosity drives him to find the source of that horrid sound. As he draws closer the cloying scent of blood begins to overwhelm all other senses.

He ends up finding them in a clearing. A young boy is hunched over a crumpled figure, as blood slowly covers the forest floor around them.

Wulf pokes his head out of the foliage, trying to get a better look. A gleam of metal directs him to the weapon lying next to the two, as a picture starts to form in Wulf’s mind.

In this form he can’t speak, but maybe he can get the boy to follow him and he can bring the older man over his back. He thinks he remembers the path to town, mama made sure he remembered where deer-tree was, because it meant you were getting too close to town on your own.

Plan made, Wulf huffs loudly to alert the boy so as not to surprise him. It works almost too well, and the boy yelps when he locks eyes with Wulf.

“Oh- oh please don’t eat me señor wolf, an-and you can’t have my dad either!”

Wulf shakes his head at that, why would he ever eat a skinny human when there’s so many deer around.

“Oh! Uh, you, you understand me?”

Wulf nods his head rapidly, then makes a point to gesture at the downed man then at his side.

“You’ll help? Oh thank you thank you!”

With the boy now understanding that Wulf means him no harm he moves more confidently into the clearing, the moon illuminating his midnight fur. Maybe after this he can invite the boy and who he assumes is the boy’s father to his home. Maybe he could even go back into the village and start getting the good meat from the butcher and he wouldn’t get overcharged and-

BANG

It takes a second for the pain to hit, but then Wulf collapses where he stood, a burning line of fire shooting though his entire body, radiating from his side.

“Glad I- I always keep a silver spare.”

It’s the older man, barely sitting up, clutching that weapon like a lifeline.

“But dad! He- he was just trying to help! Why did you shoot him!”

The boy is by his side, pressing an already bloody hand into the wound.

“It’s a monster, son. And you would do well to remember that. Now, help me up, we need to go report this to the bishop.”

“But if we don't help him he’s gonna die!”

“Bah. It’s better than it deserves. Now help me up now or so help me god you can go join it!”

The boy rests one last hand on Wulf’s injured side, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll come back, I’ll bring bandages and I’ll-!”

The bigger man rips the boy away, crushing grip tight against the boy’s slight frame. He shoves the boy ahead, away from Wulf.

Wulf whines and pants as the minutes drift by. The wound had slowly ebbed from a burning inferno into shooting pain with each breath. He can feel the moon begin to set around him, taking away its cool light and leaving Wulf cold and empty.

As the sun begins to rise Wulf swears he can feel other breaths around him, a rough tongue working out the knots in his fur. It reminds him of peaceful nights with his family, and as the sun rises, Wulf’s breaths slow.

With his eyes closed, it feels like his family is still curled around him.

[loveandmurders]

Hi!! Love your Sinclair sister content! Could you please write something where Sister! Sinclair is for some reason or other kind of sickly? Maybe She’s had a chronic (non-terminal) illness since childhood, either genetic or as a result from Victor’s shady medical experiments, and even when she’s an adult, she sometimes still has to be on bed rest and/or go through strict medication schedules, with 3 older brothers that take turns keeping watch to make sure she doesn’t overexert herself or take a bad turn. I dunno, Sometimes I think about what if a victim burst into sister sinclair’s bedroom and mistook her for a victim as well? what if a victim thought “oh no a young woman held captive too I must save her!” And tried to force her out of bed and drag her with them during their escape attempt? And how protective her brothers would be, how they’d react if they went to check on her and found her room empty. Especially if those lingering fears of “Oh no what if she dies” from childhood still remained with them. Even if sis’s condition has improved in adulthood and she’s not totally invalid. Love your work!! 🧡

Hello, love. Thank you for your request and kind words!!

I did a little cute one shot based on the details you gave me, hope you'll enjoy it (it might start a bit slowly but then it picks up, I promise) <3 Warnings: chronically ill reader (no disease specified, symptoms of nausea, lack of breath, chest pain), one or two strong word, mentions of murders, mention of abusive family

You really hated those kinds of days when your body decided it was a relapse day. That meant you would need to stay in bed all day and to start a stronger medication than usual so you could feel better in a few days. It sucked so much; you always had so much to do but no, your body would decide otherwise for you and then you would be late for all the chores you needed to do. Since childhood, your body loved to betray you. You would be alright, minding your own business when you wouldn’t suddenly be able to breathe to the point you would be gasping for air and you would feel very weak, nauseous and tired. More than once you almost passed out. Thankfully, your brothers were almost always around and they would catch you before you could hurt yourself. It was as if they possessed some kind of “sibling instinct” telling them when you would need them; more than once they came to check on you just before you fell, even though they had no reason to do it. And they would of course drop whatever they were doing and would tug you to bed and bring you your medication. They would all turn into mother hens, fussing around you and watching over you with great care. 

You truly hated that. You hated to feel like a burden to them and to not be able to help them with the killings then. And the boys found you, more than once, crying in your bed, cursing your body and your condition. It was the moment your brothers were the softest to you, they would try their best to cheer you up. Lester would crack some jokes, Vincent would gently cuddle you and Bo would bring you your favourite food. For once Bo wouldn’t burst in anger, he would only be focused on you. You also knew they were acting so differently when you were sick for two reasons. First, it was because you never allowed them to take care of you that way when you were feeling alright. And your brothers were too protective for your own good. You argued countless times with them, and especially with Bo who was always a little bit controlling. At least, when you were sick, they were authorised to keep an eye on you, to check on you as much as they wanted and to coddle you like a very fragile little thing. It was only because you were too weak to argue. The second reason was because the three of them were really scared your sickness might eventually kill you, even though you were going better than in your childhood. They had no idea what they would do if anything bad happened to you. They needed you more than anything in their lives. They couldn’t even talk about it, but you knew they all very often thought about it, especially when you were in the middle of a crisis.

However, the crises were a lot stronger and more often back then, when you were a kid. It made you lose consciousness quite regularly, especially when the pain in your chest would be just unbearable. You could spend weeks in bed, unable to move or do anything until your father would finally find something that would make you feel better, even if only for a few weeks, or months when you were lucky. The boys would already be very protective of you, and would try their best to help you feel better. It was the only time your parents could enjoy some peace, because your brothers would be too busy taking care of you to scream, argue, and act on their traumas.

One of the worst parts of this was that you had no idea when it started or why, because your mother always said you were a very healthy baby. And she was quite upset about your illness because she already had her hands full with the twins. She didn’t get lucky with her children, she always thought out loud. Victor wouldn’t comment about it, just dealing with the four of you the best he could, in a very cold and “medical” way. Bo always thought your father did something to you though. Lester always replied to Bo that there was no proof of that, because he didn’t want that idea to hurt you. Vincent would rather not talk about it, as if he knew something and preferred to keep it to himself. For your own mental health, you decided to believe it was genetic, maybe from a great grandparent you never met and your parents forgot about, and nothing else. That was why you never asked questions to the doctors you saw later on in your life. Plus, you strongly believed you didn’t need to know why; you just needed a good treatment so you would be able to live as well as possible and you wouldn’t have to go to the hospital. Again. Once was more than enough for you… and for your brothers.

When your father was still alive, he had placed you under some medications. It didn’t seem to suit you very well though, especially as you grew up. You would suffer a lot of side effects and you wouldn’t feel so well pretty much all the time. So one day, you just stopped taking what he gave you. For you, at first, it went a lot better, but you quickly felt even sicker than usual and you had a very bad crisis, the worst you ever had. Victor wasn’t impressed at all with you, and he would have let you collapse on his living room floor if your brothers hadn’t reacted. Actually, they panicked, and because Bo was old enough to drive, both him and Lester rushed you to the closest hospital. You were pretty certain you got lucky you didn’t get caught by the police because Bo didn’t respect any speed limitations; he really thought you were going to die. Your two brothers stayed with you all night, very worried for you, and called home to let Vincent know how you were doing. Your mother was already dead and your father was asleep. He never showed up at the hospital even though you stayed there a whole week. You were pretty certain that the lack of interest in you was the last reason why Bo killed your father, but you never talked about it. You were just secretly grateful you could count on your brothers when you truly needed them.

Anyways, today was a day you had to be tugged into bed by Vincent because he saw how weak you were at breakfast. When you got up this morning, you knew it wasn’t going to be a good day but you wanted to pretend that it was going to be okay. Maybe if you didn’t acknowledge your body, it would leave you alone, yes? Thankfully Bo hadn’t been around or he would have yelled at you for having gotten up despite the sickness and the lack of breath. Vincent had quickly stood up from his chair when he caught you using the wall to keep you upright. He scooped you up in his arms before you could even protest and he brought you back into your bed. He checked on you, asked you what you needed before getting the meds for you. You pouted and tried to negotiate with him but your brothers would never agree to any kind of deals when it was about your health. They needed you to be alright and even though they loved to take care of you, their hearts were aching at seeing you in any kind of pain. They needed you to be alright, to be your usual sarcastic and independent self again. And the quicker they took care of you, the quicker you were back on your feet. And even though you also knew all this, you couldn’t help but try to pretend you were fine or at least better than you truly were.

You grumbled a soft thank you to Vincent when he gave you your medication with a big glass of water. He waited for you to take it before kissing your forehead and leaving your room. He had instructed you to have some rest but your brain didn’t want to sleep. So you were wide awake, laying in your bed, pouting at yourself. You were bored out of your mind at the moment. It was often like that, once you agreed it was time to stop fighting, you were getting bored, and you needed to think of something to do. You turned your head toward your night table and stared at the pile of books on it, and then at your phone. You didn’t know if you had the strength or enough focus to read, but you didn’t feel like watching videos either. You sighed and tried to find a better position in your bed. You stared at the ceiling then, until you received a message from Lester. You grabbed your phone and opened the message right away.

Vince told me ya ain’t feelin good. Be here this afternoon to take care of ya. Needin anythin at the store?

Of course Vincent had already warned Lester about it, and he probably told it to Bo as well. Gosh, you loved to have your brothers there for you, but they were really too much for your own sanity. You were about to answer to Lester that no, you didn’t need anything, just for your body to be nicer and your brain to shut the fuck up so you could sleep, when your bedroom door opened to reveal Bo. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the man and at his antics. As usual when he was checking on you, he was quickly looking up and down at you as he leaned against the doorframe. You both stayed silent for a little while as you waited for him to stop staring at you like that. You were used to it, and in a little while he would start to question you about how you are feeling. It was always the same thing. There was only your answer that wasn’t always the same and you knew how tense Bo truly was, always scared you would even be too weak to answer.

“How feelin’?” he finally asked with worry in his tone and you rolled your eyes this time. Out of the three, you were pretty sure Bo was the most worried about you. Not that Vincent and Lester cared less about you; Bo was just very bad with his emotions and when you were sick, he was all awkward, without knowing how to truly react. Even after all this time, he didn’t know how to deal with your vulnerability because it was reminding him of his own.

“Ya know, ‘s not because ‘m sick, ya can’t knock at the fuckin’ door” you grumbled because you weren’t in the mood for his bullshit. The man relaxed and even sent you a smirk. It was easier for him when you were mostly your usual self.

“Ah good, not too bad of a crisis if ya can still be snarky” he replied as he came closer to you. In a few steps, he was by your side and sat on the edge of your bed. He ruffled your hair and you huffed and pushed his hand away. “Don’t take the bad habit of talkin’ to me that way though” he warned you and you gave him a very unimpressed look; you really weren’t in the mood to deal with him.

“‘M fine, go back to your cars now” you told and he reluctantly nodded. He had hoped you would have asked him to stay with you. It happened sometimes that you didn’t want to stay alone and then he would fake being annoyed at you while settling in bed with you. Of course, he loved to be allowed to coddle you, no matter how much he hated to have you sick.

“‘Kay, but if ya need anythin’ ya betta call. Vince’ll check on ya later on and ’ll come back to make sure ya take your meds on time” he said and pointed a finger at you. 

“Ain’t a child no more, can take care of myself” you argued back and Bo huffed at you, very not impressed either by your attitude.

“Ya could fall asleep and we all know you need us” he replied. He liked to remind you how much you needed them, as if to convince you you did. But you already did, even though you didn’t want to admit it.

“Can put an alarm on and…” you were starting to argue again but Bo stopped you before you could finish your sentence.

“Stop wastin’ your breath, ya know ‘s useless” he sternely replied as he got up from your bed “No need to be difficult, we’re here to take care of ya and there’s nothin’ ya can do ‘bout it” he continued and you sighed. You already knew that as well. Because of your weaker state, you were softer as well. You sat up so you could wrap your arms around him. He calmed down when he understood you wouldn’t fight anymore and he kissed the top of your head. “Much betta” he nodded to himself. You let out a little chuckle before pushing him away.

“Go now” you said.

He gave you one last kiss before leaving your room and softly closing the door behind him.

The rest of the day went by as usual: you eventually fell asleep, so Vincent had to wake you up with gentle touches so you could take your medication on time. You thanked him. Bo brought you food at lunch and chatted with you a little longer until Lester arrived so he could stay around if you needed anything. You slept some more and from time to time you could hear your bedroom door cracked open. One of your brothers would check on you to see if you were resting or if you needed to be taken care of, and sometimes they would wake you up so you could take your meds again. You were already feeling better actually and you truly hoped the crisis would go by pretty soon. Last time you saw Lester, he let you know some tourists had arrived in town but they were a small group and you had nothing to worry about, the twins would really easily end them and you could go back to sleep without even thinking about it. He just wanted to warn you in case you heard gunshots or screams, even if Bo and Vincent were going to try and be quiet for your own sake. You thanked Lester for the information but you didn't think much about it; the tourists never arrived at the house before so you didn’t think anything happening in Ambrose today was of your concern. You could peacefully rest in your safe haven. Plus, with your brothers around, nothing could happen to you.

However, at some point, you vaguely heard in your sleep your door being opened again, but it didn’t seem to be your brothers. You could recognise their footsteps and the way they had to open your door, and it didn’t sound like them at all. You slightly frowned in your unconscious state before being jolted awake by a hand grabbing your arm. You opened your eyes and found a man looking down at you. You didn’t recognize him. You needed some time to understand what was going on: a tourist had arrived into your bedroom! You were silently cursing yourself, and lowkey panicking. At first, you thought the man was going to attack you, despite your vulnerable state, but it was quite the opposite. He tried to get you out of bed to help you!

“I’ve no idea what they did to you, but I’m gonna help. Don’t worry I’m not gonna let you rot in here. Come with me” he told you.

You were speechless. Shit, the man thought you were a victim too! You felt weaker than earlier and you were quite confused. You had a quick glance at the clock and you noticed you missed one of the medication times. Your three brothers must have more issues with the tourists than expected. You tried to talk but you were too tired to be able to. You finally let the man get you out of bed. You sat up and pushed him before shaking your head. You didn’t want him to realise you were a Sinclair but you couldn’t let him take you that easily.

“I promise I’m on your side, I’ll protect you. I’ve already lost all my friends over there, I won’t let another innocent person get tortured and killed today. So come with me. I’ve found some car keys, I’ll be able to drive us out of this hell of town” he explained to you in a rushed whisper. It was even worse than you thought.

“Go… without me” you finally managed to say but the man was stubborn and soon enough you were on your feet. You continued to curse yourself as you couldn’t stop him from taking you downstairs. You more than once fell against him to slow him down, but he didn’t notice it was on purpose and he tried harder for you. You honestly found it quite adorable, but you were also praying for your brothers to quickly come home. At the same time, you realised they would never look over here, because they were too certain that something like that couldn’t happen. And of course it had to be the day you had a crisis!

You were out of the house now; he had found a way out of it from the back door. He had spotted the car he needed and he was slowly getting you there. At least, you knew you could forever tease your brothers with this adventure… if it didn’t badly turn for either of you. You almost reached the car when you heard a gun being loaded behind the two of you. You turned your head around and saw Bo aiming at him. He was pale like you never saw him like that before. You also spotted Vincent lurking in the shadow, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Let her go!” Bo screamed at the man who turned around, paralysed. He was breathing heavily. You weren’t feeling much better as the heat was getting to you. You were about to collapse, you were sure of it, but you really needed to stay awake until this whole mess would be over.

“I won’t let you hurt an innocent woman!” the guy replied and he pushed you behind him to protect you. How ironic that was. You could almost find the situation funny if you weren’t feeling nauseous again. He gave you the keys “Go into the car, I’ll protect you” he told you and you decided to get along with it. At least, if you were out of Bo’s shot, your brother would be able to kill the man. You slowly went into the car and closed the door behind you as you leaned against the seat, waiting for this unwanted untertainment to be over.

Actually, you had fallen unconscious without realising it, because the next time you opened your eyes, you were laying on the couch and your brothers were loudly arguing in the kitchen.

“How did he manage to get into the house hhm?”

“Because ya’re a slow bitch at killing people!”

“How did ya call me little fucker? Ya were supposed to stay here to protect her, but no, ya decided to go have a walk with Jonesy”

“She was scared of the gunshots and no one is supposed to get to the house!”

You were already having a headache. You couldn’t scream, so you grabbed a glass laying on the coffee table and you pushed it on the floor. The sound of breaking glass instantly made them stop arguing. They rushed to you and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at their worried expression all over their faces. “Gosh, is that how ya take care of me now? Ya let people kidnap me?” you teased and laughed even more. Lester smiled as he realised you were feeling alright and even finding the situation quite amusing.

“Stop laughin', Vincent and I almost had a heart attack when we found your empty bed” Bo said, still tense.

“Poor babies” you teased some more and Vincent smiled behind his mask. He brought you your medicine and you took it.

“Won’t happen again” Bo promised and he was deadly serious. You shook your head and smiled

“‘S okay, it was kinda fun”

“‘M gonna pretend ya ain’t knowin’ what ya’re sayin’, love” Bo replied as he checked your temperature by placing a hand on your forehead, hoping you were simply overheating. 

“How ‘bout ya clean up the glass I broke and I won’t tease ya ‘bout that story no more” you offered with a smirk and Lester laughed. Bo huffed but in no time he was complying, even though he wasn’t happy about it. He looked up at you.

“Ya lyin’?” he asked

“Ya’ll die hearin’ that story” you chuckled and Bo groaned even more.

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Rough Weekend with Mom

(Another fic for the being the local therapist for the elves. Hope you enjoy)

Imagine being the local therapist but opening up to them about your recent troubles, traumatizing them in return. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence and murder. This takes a dark turn. Poor Maedhros is gonna wish he didn’t ask. 

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Maedhros: And then they just get kicked out, and we lost one of our possible allies and get Thingol even more mad at us, killing the chances of ever getting along. Then they also dare to walk back to me, begging me to let them stay after their stunt. 

You: Man… that’s rough. I don’t know much about politics, but even I would consider that as a bad move. 

Maedhros: tell me about it. sometimes I consider murdering them myself. 

Maedhros: Anyway, sorry about ranting. You have listened to me rant and talk about these things far too many times. 

You: It’s fine. Whatever helps you relieve stress. 

Maedhros: Well, I don’t consider it fair that I only get to talk, so tell me – how have you been doing these past few days? 

You: Nah – it's fine. 

Maedhros: No, I insist. I would really like to know how you have been doing. 

You: Uhmm… Well, I must say I had a rough weekend. 

Maedhros: Really? What happened? 

You: Okay…so…uhh… my mother came to visit me for the weekend. All was fine, and we spent some time together. 

Maedhros: That sounds nice. What then?

You: Well…one night, when my mom was visiting my sister and her family, I heard crying coming from my basement. I went to investigate and found a baby beneath a pile of bloodied clothes. 

Maedhros: …what?

You: Yeah, I found baby… then I found my father’s bracelet. The thing about this bracelet is that he never takes it off. It’s like a family heirloom to him, so that’s when I knew something was off and my mother had something to do with it. 

Maedhros: Oh, no. 

You: So, I left the baby at my brother’s house and asked him to keep it a secret from our mother. Then, I went to visit our father. He lived in the next town, so it wasn't too far from where we lived.

You: My father and mother were divorced by the way. They had a pretty bad falling out and had not been in contact ever since. 

You: *Release a heavy sigh*

You: I arrived at my father's house and found it in a terrible mess. All the furniture had been either tossed or broken, and there was blood all over the place.

Maedhros: Was your father okay? 

You: *Shaking your head* No. He was nowhere in sight. 

Maedhros: *Fall silent* 

You: I investigated the house, trying to find leads of him and his assailant, but then a friend came over and told me there was a crazy woman harassing my siblings, claiming to be the baby’s mother and demanding to see our mother brought to justice. 

You: My siblings were scared, so they didn't dare to give the baby back to her. Also, because They weren't certain if the woman was telling the truth.

You: I got back to my town, and things escalated. It turns out, my father had been seeing this woman and had a child with her - the baby I found in my basement. My mother did not like that, even though they had been divorced for many years.

You: So… my mother murdered my father, tried to hide the baby, my half-sibling, in my basement, and turns out she was not visiting my sister, but trying to hide my father’s body somewhere in the forest. And not only that, when she found out that we knew what she had done, she tried to convince us to get rid of our half-sibling. Obviously, we refused then our half-sibling’s mother came back and stabbed our mother in the back several times, killing her on the spot– likely as revenge for killing our father. 

You: And… well… she then killed herself out of despair and sorrow because our father was dead, leaving us… with her infant baby, right in front of us. 

Maedhros: *Staring at you in horror*

You: So... we kinda lost our parents and got left with a baby and… I don’t know. It all happened so fast and… I really don’t know how to feel about the whole thing. 

You: I got to keep the bracelet since me and my father were pretty close and… we decided to name our sibling Anna since she was a girl. So… I guess that’s fine. 

*Dead silence between you and in the tavern*

Maedhros: *Grabs a whole bottle of wine over the counter and hands it to you* Here—  you need this more than me. 

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IT'S OPENNNNNNN!!!!!

You peeps are absolutely amazing. Love everything you do for this blog.

Do you have any recommendations for any new twinyard bonding fics, with or without Nicky. Or even any with Nicky and one twin?

Or anything around Wymack and Kevin having father son bonding or something like that.

Thank you in advance 💜

OK so sometimes I go off the deep end with these searches and it has happened once again. We’ve tagged a lot of fics with 'twinyards bonding,' even if it’s just a small part of the story — we’re just here for the healing, you know? So rather than delete this huge list of previous recs, I’m going to put them in another post.

Bonus: fics with background twinyards bonding here.

Nicky with the twins here and Kevin and Wymack bonding here are being bumped to their own asks. -A

twinyards bonding since our last ask

‘Shut Up and Dance (With Me),’ ‘never said that i didn't need you,’ ‘Inked Truths’ series and ‘prove your love’ here

‘A World of HIPAA Violations’ here

‘Nor are we forgiven’ here

‘Follow You Through The Dark’ here

‘Did You Get What You Deserve?’ and ‘The Ash is in Our Clothes’ here

‘take yourself home’ here

‘I Think Mom Was Hiding Something…,’ and ‘In Our Family Portrait’ here 

‘Poetry in Motion’ here

‘The Strays’ and ‘Arsonist's Lullabye’ here

‘Medical misunderstandings’ here

‘tall twinyards' series here

‘if you can't take the heat…’ and ‘Microsleep’ here

‘The first time Andrew let Aaron see…’ here 

‘Unique Souls’ and ‘Don't Mind Us’ here

‘Little Miracles’ and ‘Where There is Magic…’ here

‘Witness,’ ‘there’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly,’ and ‘… cry over Aaron Minyard tonight’ here

‘Suddenly I see’ here

‘"Wrong Minyard" - Aaron Minyard’ here

‘False Equivalence’ here

‘I’ve been silent for so long,’ ‘in my life i have seen people walk into the sea…,’ ‘Trial,’ ‘You know I don't care,’ and ‘Lists’ here

‘The Road Trip’ here

‘What He Would Give’ and ‘let me tell you something…’ here

‘lamb to the slaughter’ (updated) here

previous twinyards goodness

Andrew supportive of Aaron here

twinyards relationship 2 here

twinyards growing up together here

healthy sibling rivalry here

canon divergent low angst twinyards here

low angst twinyards aus here

domestic fluff w/twinyards bonding, Neil & Aaron friendship here

Aaron & Neil rapprochement here

more Aaron relapse here

twinyards mistaken identity here

Neil mistakes Aaron for Andrew here

the twins with siblings/kids here

twins discover their dad here

why Minyard last name? here

twins meet later in life 2 here

twins meet later, without the trauma here

pre canon

breaking every finger, praying that it makes me clean by orionauriga [Rated M, 9505 Words, Complete, 2023]

Then: Aaron, on the other side of the bathroom door, screaming Andrew’s name in delirious rage. Between: Andrew, fractured between blissfully medicated and painfully sober, trapped with doctors meant to be helping him. Now: Kevin, hands twisted into his hair, watching in silent agony as Andrew sloshes his vodka down the sink. — No one has ever accused Andrew Minyard of being caring, but he is more than capable of handling his loved ones’ addictions. He’s gone through withdrawal before, after all. He knows what it’s like.

tw: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: vomit, tw: withdrawal, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

Both of you, against- by itallcomesbacktoandreil [Rated T, 618 Words, Complete, 2022]

idk what to tell you, this is a vent piece, it isnt even originally about the twinyards, but i wanted to post it and felt they could fit in this

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

In this Gemini weather by codename_adler [Not Rated, 1187 Words, Complete, 2023, Locked]

When Aaron found out about his twin brother Andrew, at 13, he wrote him a letter. Here is that letter.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

this is me choosing you by thewintersolstice [Rated T, 7467 Words, Complete, AFTG Mixtape 2022]

In the months before Tilda's death, Andrew and Aaron try to learn how to care about each other -- aka twinyards bonding as only twinyards can (badly). or three times andrew tried to be a good brother and one time aaron finally got it.

tw: alcohol, tw: implied/referenced drug use, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to by love_in_the_city [Rated G, 2782 Words, Complete, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022]

Part 1 of Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022 Five times the twins have cried on their birthdays and one time they didn’t have to

tw: child abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug use

until then I walk alone series by rekikiri [Rated T, Collection, Updated July 2023]

Part 1: sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me [3291 Words, Complete, 2023] Andrew gifts Aaron a guitar, and that may just be the start of them learning to exist with each other.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse. tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

NB: inspired by this art by @foxesrefuge; this art also inspired the fic ‘rooftop songs’ recc’d here

Part 2: another turning point, a fork stuck in the road [7718 Words, Incomplete, Updated July 2023] aaron is hurt, and andrew won’t let his mother hurt the only family he chose to keep, no matter the cost.

tw: child abuse, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood, tw: drug addiction, tw: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, tw: canonical character death, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: car accidents

My life by diangelonico [Rated T, 562 Words, Complete, 2023]

“You were miserable. You were so unhappy. You hated your life.” Andrew said, angry. “Is was my life.”

tw: canonical character death, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

we'll take it slow (and grow as we go) by pipedreamparrish [Rated T, 2755 Words, Complete, 2020]

the Twinyards's birthday's through the ages, featuring very ugly ties, large sugar intakes, and lots of growth and healing)

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm

post canon

Mirror, Mirror by This_Witch_Writes [Rated T, 7347 Words, Complete, Dec 2022, Locked]

Part 3 of Heimkehr means Homecoming series, parts 1 & 2 here

Aaron and Andrew spent the first 16 years of their lives apart, so they aren’t exactly those twins with the telepathy and in-jokes. Except sometimes. Two mirrors as seen through two imaginary friends, one visitors day in juvie, two relapses and one late night phone call.

tw: self harm, tw: blood, tw: drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: abortion discussion

Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo) by This_Witch_Writes [Rated T, 26732 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

A year post-canon, when they thought they were safe, Neil goes missing.

tw: implied major character death, tw: kidnapping, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: self harm, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: drugs, tw: alcohol, tw: implied/referenced human trafficking, tw: graphic nightmares, tw: gun violence, tw: blood/gore, tw: major character injury

Don't Strike Me Down by crymeariversong11 [Rated T, 5021 Words, Complete, 2022]

Kevin ends up in the hospital and the Minyard Twins realize they have feelings.

Trial Talk by sirfatcat_mccatterson [Rated G, 1638 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Prompt from anon on Tumblr Twinyard bonding before Aarons trial.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

No Words Necessary by emmy (emmy7) [Rated T, 820 Words, Complete, 2023]

Aaron in the aftermath of Drake's murder trial.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

Thicker Than Water by exy_shmexy [981 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Aaron himself found himself at a loss for words. He had tossed and turned over what to say for a couple days ever since he sent the text to Andrew telling him he wanted to visit his mother’s grave and if he could come with him.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Raw Sugar by Paradoxolotl [Rated T, 3686 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Betsy tells Aaron and Andrew to find something they can bond over.

NB: fic art by @fortheloveofexy here

I was born sick by Harmonique [Rated G, 3082 Words, Complete, 2023]

Part 2 of AFTG whump

Aaron is sick. Aaron should rest, but he has an exam, classes, and a match in the evening. Aaron is an idiot. Thankfully, he has a boyfriend and a brother to make sure he rests

After thousands of cold days by LadyTimelessness [Rated T, 3310 Words, Complete, 2023]

Double sessions was originally a stupid idea. None of them cared about building (or establishing) brothers relations anymore. Andrew always knew it wouldn't work, and neither did Aaron. They learned to live with each other at the level of neighbors, and it seemed to suit everyone. None of the twins needed more.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder

Contraposition by Reiss [Rated T, 3595 Words, Complete, 2023]

Andrew and Arron have an emotional and tearful bonding session on the roof of Fox Tower and a breakthrough in their emotions follows.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: violence

Twin Calls series by makememakesense [Rated T, Collection with 2 complete works, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022]

Part 1: The pressure in my veins (Talk it down, talk it down) [1573 Words] Andrew deals with being a single Cat Dad. Part 2: We're doing alright [1478 Words] POV you're freaking out about having Twins. Who do you call?

alternate universes

I'm leaving this town (and I'm changing my address) by zweimam [Rated T, 21028 Words, Incomplete, Updated July 2023]

Aaron has been looking for his brother for six years. Right when he's beginning to lose all hope, he meets Neil Josten.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts, tw: dissociation, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction

Damned If You Do by Inthewritespot [Rated T, 13508 Words, Complete, 2022]

When his cousin Nicky calls about some friends disappearing under ghostly circumstances, Andrew Minyard forces his twin back into the family business. This is a Twinyard Supernatural AU

tw: canonical character death, tw: blood/gore

gutterwitch blues by nanatsuyu [Rated T, 20882 Words, Complete, 2023]

It isn't the worst job Andrew's ever been not paid to do. He and Aaron grew up managing the place, after all. Five years of silence doesn't change that. He can handle visiting 'home' one last time.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder

togetherness by Nightingale231 [Rated T, 683 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Andrew and Aaron are brothers. Andrew is the alpha of the twins, and Aaron the omega. Neil and Aaron are friends.

Art

book scene: Aaron’s drug detox art by @nniivek

The Minyard Twins art by @alef-art

Aaron and Andrew sand castle building competition art by @emry-stars-art

Twinyard AU with ghost Andrew art by @ol-unreliable

au where aaron and neil are best friends first comic by @02511213942

Nicky’s picture of the twins art by @prince-peachie

we face the fire together, brothers to the end art by @scribblesandsuch21

aftg inktober day 4: twinyards art by @tigerjawed

twinyards in a campus coffee shop art by @/whyzard on twitter

[nyxthejinx]

Ok, my English is horrible (only warning, sorry).

I found this curious and entertaining reality. And I love it.I'd like the idea of ​​seeing Little Scarlet (Diluc's now not sister or brother) interactions, having a crazy but comforting family with the heralds.

Whether Harlequin asks her to cook for the children at the orphanage who call her aunt.

The other female heralds kidnapping her from Dottore's older brother, for a day of shopping.

Big brother's weird relationship with Dottore, where he loves to teach her all about his work, like homeschooling. (sleeping in each lesson because although he says things like blood and others, his voice is very soothing to his past anguish and pain)

Pantalone as the older brother with the far-fetched plan to give his little sister a good life, hoping that Diluc will die single and get the vineyard.

Childe being the crazy lover who conquered her and every day deals with the obstacles of the older brothers who do not want her idiocy to spread to her girl.

Capitano being the proud guy to witness the large number of enemies killed by his little monster.

Pierro, the loving and attentive father.

The Czarina being the mother or grandmother with good advice.

And far away...

Diluc lamenting every day on his little sister's birthday, feeling worse than the worst scum for what she did that day. It would be quite a coincidence that the disaster happened on the day of the little scarlet's birthday.(I can't think of anything else... lol)

THIS, this is some juicy stuff.

Arlecchino will probably ask for help at the orphanage sometimes, both because it's a "quiet" place that almost looks normal, and because it's easier to teach reader the basics of survival. They burnt the kitchen at least twice but it's fine, at least it didn't blow up.

Then along with Signora, Columbina (bestie, tho she scares me) and sometimes Sandrone they'll literally drag them around Snezhnaya because BRO YOU CAN'T GO OUT DRESSED LIKE THAT- Signora will DISOWN you if she sees you with those clothes again.

Dottore ends up feeling all pissy about it, they're dragging away the only person who actually understands what he's talking about, though sometimes Little Scarlet (aAAA IT'S SO CUTE) falls asleep during his lessons. Don't worry, his 60cms iron ruler never fails to wake them up -and leave some lumps on their head but hey, we don't talk about it.

Pantalone funds their shopping sprees, and if he's free he'll join them. No Signora, that colour doesn't highlight their eyes, try this purple shirt he personally chose because it's his favourite colour . I can read it in his closed eyes, he's a fashionable man. Secretly keeps track on the winery's income, waiting for the day it'll go into Scarlet's pocket, upsie.

Childe, poor man. Risked his life for about five times a day while courting reader. He's fine though, he likes challenges, the other Harbingers trying to murder him getting in his way are part of the experience. Scarlet may or may not snitch him sometimes just to enjoy the sight (sadistic little shit).

Capitano who brings reader around with him, and is so chill about it. Meanwhile every other recruit is about to faint because holy shit both Capitano and the deadliest kid they've ever seen are walking their way? Scatter before they challenge you and kick your soul to the moon.

Pierro is Pierro, that's it. That's the post. Ultimate father-grandpa. While Pulcinella is THE grandpa. He canonically visits Childe's siblings soooo.

Scara hates them. Mostly because Scarlet loves to throw his hat like a frisbee. They almost blew up half of the HQ cause he wasn't having any more of their shit and started throwing lightnings LOL.

The Tsaritsa is the stoic motherly figure ofc, that meme "I only had Scarlet for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself". Don't fuck anything up tho, cause she won't be mad, no. She'll give you the "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed" look and you're not sure you can live with that shame.

Diluc should take some brotherhood lessons from these guys LMAO.

I know, it's a bit messy, but it's so much stuff, I can't not post it. Thank you for the ideas, I'll organise them in a more serious post someday (maybe sdhejeh) and don't worry about your English, I don't know what I'm doing most of the time either 💃