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nerdraging4point0 · 11 months ago

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Blood of Eden // Part Three // Noah Sebastian Urban Fantasy AU Fic

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Her face was hot and flushed, the white light behind her eyelids so bright she instinctively squeezed them shut to help cut it out.

Was she dead?

Was this the afterlife?

She hoped not; it was uncomfortable, and her body felt stiff and heavy like it was full of lead. Rolling to her left side, she braced herself with her right hand. Big mistake. The pain shot through her arm from shoulder to wrist and back again. She winced, crying out, before pulling herself to her knees; the wound was crusted and full of gravel from the roof, tenderly brushing off the debris from her sweater. Pulling the collar of her shirt down, her nose turned up as she surveyed the damage.

Jaw marks and scattered puncture wounds, red and ugly, on both the front and back of her shoulder. The skin around the punctures was gray; some spots were purple and tender to the touch. She poked at the wound, shuddering at the sharp, pinprick feeling of pain. Memories of the night before rushed to the forefront of her mind: the breaking into the lab, the running, the hunters. The hunters.

Those terrible beasts were as brutal as she'd imagined they'd be, all death and destruction in their faces.

Faces.

His brown eyes and beautiful face.

Groaning, she squeezed her eyes tight, trying to erase the hallucination from her mind.

Way to go, Rosa. You're attracted to your own delusion, she scolded herself.

Doubled over on her knees, she tried to catch her breath. Her head was spinning, and a thundering in her ears had her feeling like her stomach was rolling over itself, usually meaning she was about to hurl. She was surprised she was even alive; hunters usually didn't leave anything behind. Or at least that was the legend.

A year or so ago, a guy living in her complex disappeared after attempting to steal from one of the banks downtown. He wasn't much to her besides a weekend trick; he seemed nice, and she was drawn to him, and for her, that was enough. It was his fault for trying to break into the bank owned by that stupid mob. His friend's story was that a team of hunters went after him, and he was never seen again. Whatever this mob was, they had owned everything crucial for as long as Rosa could remember. Banks, laboratories, the largest living complex in the city, and apparently, they were worldwide.

Another rumor was they created the hunters in their labs, taking animals off the street and scientifically experimenting on them to be precise killing machines.

And apparently capable of climbing rooftops. she sneered.

Once again reminded that the hunters had climbed the roof after her, she spun her head around, feeling lightheaded as she took in her surroundings. She was still on the roof, furiously looking over her shoulders to see if the hunters were still there watching her. Slowly, the sounds of people, cars, and other signs of life reverberated to the rooftops from the streets below. It was still early morning, almost afternoon. She was alone, left abandoned where she'd passed out.

Her eyes wandered to the raised ledge of the rooftop she'd jumped from last night; lifting her right shoulder, she could feel the resistance of the muscles and a deep settling pain from the bruises. Nope. she thought. She'd never make it; she'd only be able to catch herself and maybe hang out for a minute or two before falling to her ultimate death.

Slowly helping herself to her feet, she hobbled toward the other side of the rooftop; the gap was obviously big enough to fit a semi through it, and there was no way she could jump. As luck would have it, a fire escape toward the end of the alley was rusted and old, but it was closer than the dumpster several feet below her. By her guess, it was eight feet from the ledge; it would be a chance jump, but everything about her life lately was chance. Taking a seat on the chipped ledge, she let her legs dangle free in the air; the thought crossed her mind: she could take a good leap and fall and end all her misery.

Tears filled her eyes. Too many people with her condition have done that already. She didn't need to be another statistic; she needed a cure.

She took a moment to look over her shoulder, afraid of what she would see; when there were no hunting dogs or handsome men behind her, she took a deep breath, sliding off the ledge to her target. Just barely making it onto the fire escape, she crumpled into a heap as her body made contact with the rusted metal. Landing directly on her right shoulder, the force squeezed the scabs from her skin, and fresh red coated her shirt again.

Sitting up with her back to the wall, cradling her arm as she forced herself not to cry, she bit down on her lip as her shoulder screamed in agony.

She would need to clean up and dress her wounds before trying to make a walk across town to her shit apartment. Standing on wobbly legs, she took two steps before seizing the rail, forcing herself to stay upright. Her stomach rumbled, and her shoulder screamed; between the two, she wasn't sure which was worse. Taking her time, she made it to the last landing, the remaining stairs gone. At least she was now only three feet from the ground. She sat on the edge and rested her shaking legs before sliding onto the concrete below.

Lumbering a few blocks down the street, her eyes caught the large sign of a local drugstore. The smell of old cardboard and antiseptic hit her nose, the noise of the bell at the door clattering in her brain. She gave a half-hearted smile to the lady behind the register; she was older, with some gray streaks in her once-brown hair. She was wearing too much makeup for her age, smacking her gum between her teeth as her eyes wandered up and down, taking Rosa in before another customer stepped up to her with his items.

Walking down the aisle, she pulled a few boxes of gauze off the shelves, turning them over to the back, acting like she was comparing the brands. She let her peripheral scan the aisle, and when she didn't see anyone, she put a box back on the shelf. Moving down the aisle, she found skin tape, hydrogen peroxide, bandages, and antibiotic ointment. Making sure no one was watching and she was out of sight of any cameras, she slipped the antibiotic ointment between her jeans band and skin.

She returned most of the supplies, only keeping the box of gauze and tape in hand, taking it up to the register, and pushing the items to the rude cashier.

"Cash or card?" the lady asked with a snooty tone. Like Rosa was the type to have a card. She reached into her pocket with her left hand, letting go of her elbow, keeping her right tucked tight to her body. The clerk looked at how she was cradling her arm, suspiciously eying her shirt like she was mulling out more than she paid. Passing her the last few dollars she had in her pocket, Rosa scoffed, pushing her collar down to show her bruises and cuts. Rosa rolled her eyes in response as the clerk hung her head sheepishly.

Rosa didn't even both with a bag, grabbing her things in one swipe and leaving the store. She walked home exhausted and starving. The pain finally died out; she was OK if she didn't move the arm.

Rosa, you can't not move your arm for the rest of your life.

Whatever life she had left.

The Rage is what they called it. Making its first appearance ten years ago, it took off in the last six years. A deadly sickness much like brain cancer, hallucinations, and vivid deja vu-like dreams were only part of it. Some people could live with the symptoms, but the inevitable insomnia that follows soon rots your brain and starts the descent into death. Some people didn't have it so bad, and some had it worse; either way, you didn't survive.

She diagnosed herself three years ago; it wasn't hard; the deja vu came first, slowly and without actual purpose. One night, while leaving the club, she saw her first hallucination; she knew it wasn't the booze because it happened again the next day when she was sober. She could have gone to a doctor and had a proper diagnosis, but who could afford that?

She had studied science before the economy took a shit two years ago, specifically in the medical field. She found that taking the pollen from the Nightshade flower and mixing it with the proper chemicals created a decent anti-symptom. She'd been injecting herself with it since, only needing a dose once a month. At first, the shots did the trick; sometimes, she wouldn't need to do them once a month. But lately, she'd get a shot, and it would only last a few weeks. While the symptoms were manageable, she hated the looming fear that one day, her miracle medication would no longer work.

That's why she needed to go into the lab. Rumor was they had an all-around cure, but it was still untested on humans. She figured if she could get her hands on it, she could replicate, if not improve it. She tried to do it the right way and get employed, but her lack of degree due to dropping out of school and no experience was a bust.

Her apartment was modest, but who can be picky when you live free of charge. Six months after her husband's diagnosis, Rosa's landlady came to her at their wits end. In exchange for free rent, Rosa gave him some of her nightshade injections to ease his symptoms. He died anyway, but for her kindness and effort to help, Rosa had free room and board for life. Climbing the remaining steps to her apartment, she suddenly felt a buzz around her skin. Something was off. She shook her head. Another side effect of the Rage is constant paranoia. She tried to get her keys into the lock with her supplies still in hand; doing this with one arm was tricky. Her keys fell out of her hands, clattering on the hard floor.

"Fuck." she sighed, bending down to get them. A hand beat her to it, long slender fingers with black painted nails adorned with swoops and swirls of black ink like someone had painted his skin. Her breath quickened in her chest, her eyes following the length of the arm in front of her as the fingers encircled her keys, her only weapon disappearing into his hand.

He wore an unbuttoned baseball jersey, the swoop neck white T covering his chest, her eyes catching a glimpse of more tattoos disappearing just under the collar of his shirt. They expanded up his neck to his jawline; a black leather strap with a single metal ring fit snugly around his neck, watching the ring sway back and forth hypnotically as he breathed. Meeting the eyes under the black baseball cap, she almost fainted then and there. Chocolate brown orbs looked at her under the bill of his cap, his thin lips curving into a one-sided smile.

"Hello, Rosa." His voice's melodic tenor washed over her. It was just as pretty as he was. She could die happy being engulfed in him, the smell of spicy bergamot and sweet vanilla.

"H-h-how did you," she stuttered.

"Your lovely landlady, Jill. She needed help with her groceries. She assumed we were friends." for a delusion, he had charm. Of course, he would have devised a logical reason to make it pass a locked front door. Rosa kept her body still. "Here," he said, standing to his full height, "Let me help you."

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klaine-a03-feed · 7 months ago

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Weigh You Down Watch You Choke

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/X2tgJAy by cryscendo “I have to go into work with you later,” Kurt uttered between short, airy breaths. Again, Kurt truly made it next to impossible for Blaine to focus on anything else. Not when every sound he made was like that of a toxin that he only could grow more and more addicted to. “If you’re not careful, the guys are going to know what we’ve been up to.” “That’s the idea.” Blaine nipped teasingly at fragile skin to accentuate his point. “I always knew you were bright.” Words: 7061, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Prohibition AU Fandoms: Glee (TV 2009) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe, Noah Puckerman Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Prohibition Era, Alternate Universe - 1920s, Power Imbalance, Mob boss Blaine, Humiliation kink, i mean….kinda, this is a part of my prohibition au yall so you can anticipate what might happen, Semi-Public Sex, except no actual sex occurs

#IFTTT #ao3feed #klaine #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #kurt hummel #blaine anderson

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foliosriot · 1 year ago

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hi i’m not in the greatest mood rn so i’m gonna share my upcoming bad omens fics just to feel something

dakota // nicholas ruffilo x reader

tooth and claw // nick folio x f!oc

*mafia executioner!noah sebastian x reader or f!oc (idk i haven’t decided)

through the looking glass // nick folio x reader

these will be either one-shots or series! i think once i post them and get feedback i’ll decide on that.

*this is inspired by a specific post i saw last week but i cannot for the life of me remember who the op is. it was like “noah wouldn’t be the mob boss he’d be the executioner” please let me know if you know what i’m talking about!!!!

#upcoming #bad omens #bad omens fic #alex! ❪ 𖤐 ❫

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tklpilled · 2 years ago

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characters i will write for!!

italics: my favs <3

bungou stray dogs: atsushi, dazai, kenji, junichirou, yosano, ranpo, lucy, poe, akutagawa, chuuya, tachihara, gin, higuchi, fyodor, mushitarou, nikolai, sigma, jouno, tecchou

hunter x hunter: gon, killua, kurapika, leorio, alluka

fullmetal alchemist: ed, al, winry, ling, lan fan, roy, riza

cowboy bebop: spike, jet, faye, ed

saiki k: saiki, kaidou, teruhashi, kuboyasu, hairo

spy x family: loid, yor

ouran host club: haruhi, tamaki, hikaru, kaoru, kyoya, honey, mori

fruits basket: tohru, kyo, yuki, momiji, ayame, hatori, shigure, haru, machi, kakeru, hanajima, uotani

my hero academia: izuku, todoroki, uraraka, mina, asui, iida, kaminari, kirishima, jirou, momo, shinsou, bakugou, mei, monoma, aizawa, mic, hawks, dabi, toga, shigaraki

sk8: reki, langa, joe, cherry

the case study of vanitas: noe, vanitas, domi, jeanne, louis

banana fish: ash, eiji

moriarty the patriot: william, sherlock

trigun: vash, wolfwood, meryl, milly

mob psycho 100: mob, reigen, serizawa, teru, ritsu, shou, tome

death note: l, light, misa

jujutsu kaisen: yuji, megumi, nobara, gojo, geto, nanami, yuuta, maki, mai, toge

chainsaw man: denji, aki, power, angel, kobeni, asa, yoshida

buddy daddies: kazuki, rei

bloom into you: yuu, touko, sayaka

heaven official’s blessing: xie lian, hua cheng, feng xin, mu qing, qi rong, shi qingxuan, he xuan, quan yizhen, yin yu

south park: stan, kyle, tweek, craig, kenny, butters

the umbrella academy: luther, diego, allison, klaus, five, ben (including sparrow!ben), viktor, lila

it: richie, eddie, ben, bev, bill, mike, stan

spiderverse: miles, gwen, pavitr, hobie

six of crows: kaz, inej, jesper, wylan, nina, matthias

the raven cycle: blue, gansey, noah, ronan, adam, henry

percy jackson: percy, annabeth, nico, piper, jason, leo, hazel, frank, will

pokemon: n, cheren, bianca, hugh, ingo

breath of the wild: link, zelda, sidon, revali, tulin, riju, mipha

rune factory 4: lest/frey, arthur, dylas, doug, vishnal, leon, kiel, clorica, forte, xiao pai, amber, dolce, margaret

stardew valley: sebastian, maru, penny, sam, abigail, emily, haley, elliot, shane, alex, leah, harvey

deltarune: kris, susie, ralsei, noelle, lancer

genshin impact: aether/lumine, kaeya, albedo, kaveh, alhaitham, amber, lisa, venti, xiao, zhongli, childe, thoma, ayaka, diluc, hu tao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche, cyno, tighnari, lyney, lynette, freminet, sethos

ace attorney: phoenix, edgeworth, franziska, gumshoe, maya, apollo, klavier, athena, simon, nahyuta, trucy

the magnus archives: jon, martin, tim, sasha, georgie, melanie, michael, helen

#kaz speaks

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 4 years ago

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s To Infinity Writing Challenge

In celebration of me hitting 500 followers I thought why not do a writing challenge? I can’t thank you all enough for getting me to 500, it’s been a dream come true. 💗

✨dividers by @firefly-graphics✨

Guidelines:

You do NOT have to be following me to enter, but you MUST BE 18+ to enter.

You can do dark theme and dub-con but I will not accept pedophila, incest, age-play, or piss play. Please tag your works with warnings.

You can use any Marvel character, any characters that were played by Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Jon Bernthal, Charlie Hunnam, Garrett Hedlund and combination of characters x OC/Reader

Word Limit Is: 300 Words Minimum — Series, Moodboard, Playlist, Fanart, Fanvid, are also welcome.

Message me in the ask box with what prompt you want. Limit 2 people per prompt, and song, but unlimited for AU’s. You may combine AU’s with song and prompt.

More prompts and songs can be added if needed.

Make sure in your authors note you have what you chose for your prompt, song, au. Thank you!

Theme: Use the word Infinity in some way in your work. Ex: “infinity and beyond” “I love you times infinity.” “there’s an infinite amount of ways to describe how I feel.”

Tag me in your works and use the #VelvetCardiganBuckyToInfinity If I haven’t reblogged your work within 48 hours please message me.

If there is an AU not on the list you wish to write for or you have any questions please feel free to message me.

Due Date: Nada, do it at your own pace.

Have Fun!

Prompts:

This is the story of how I died, but don’t worry I came back!

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her/him, I was happy, but something seemed off. “I thought you were dead.” “I am dead.” She/He retorted.

He knew it would end this way, there was no other way for it to end, but somehow he’d tricked himself into believing he wouldn’t be alone after all this, “I- I don’t think I’m ready for you to leave me just yet. Not like this.” – @a-cure-for-writers-block

“You’ll never love me like you loved her. I know that now.” – @a-cure-for-writers-block

“Have you ever fallen in love?” “Five times a day.” — Boy Meets World (@groupieforbucky & 80’s AU)

“How hard do you want it?” (@bbonkyy)

“You could never make it easy could you?” (@bestofbucky w/ Prompt 9)

“I’ll wait here no matter how long it takes for you to realize…” (@lilulo-12)

“Whatever happens tomorrow we have today.” — One Day (Movie) (@bestofbucky w/ Prompt 7)

“I’m also just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.” — Notting Hill (Movie) (@kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay w/ Mob!AU)

“Well it all started at a strip club.” “Why do all your stories involve a strip club?” “Because stripping is a job and those ladies and gents deserve some well earned recognition..”

“We accept the love we think we deserve.” — Perks of Being a Wallflower (@buckyswinterbaby w/ Bucky Barnes x OFC!Zara & Afterglow by Ed Sheeran)

“A sky full of stars was awaiting her.” (@fuel-joy w/ the song Heaven by Beyoncé)

“Leave the past where it belongs.” (@mostly-marvel-musings w/ coffee shop au)

And when my time is up have I accomplished anything worthy of having my story being told? If so, who will tell it? Who will listen? (@nekoannie-chan)

In the beginning of time...

The End

Songs:

Once Upon A Time by SHAED

Brother, How Was The War? by The Airborne Toxic Event

Afterglow by Ed Sheeran ( @buckyswinterbaby w/ Bucky Barnes x OFC!Zara & Prompt 12)

driver’s license by Olivia Rodrigo

TALK ME DOWN by Troye Sivan (@subtlebucky w/ Valkyrie)

I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden (@averyrogers83)

Thank U by AURORA

Bloodstained Heart by Darren Hayes

Cover Me In Sunshine by P!nk & Willow Sage Hart

Dear August by PJ Harding & Noah Cyrus

Remember The Night? by Sara Kays

The Lighthouse Keeper by Sam Smith

Glósóli by Sigur Rós

Home by Noah Gundersen

Revelator Eyes by The Paper Kites

Heaven by Beyoncé (@fuel-joy w/ Prompt #13)

i love you, i love you by JUNG

füćk, i’m lonely by LAUV & Anne-Marie

Till There’s Nothing Left by Cam

Toss A Coin To Your Witcher by Sonya Belousova, Giona Ostinelli, & Joey Batey

Only Words by Paper Route

AU’s:

Mythology AU

Titanic AU

Mob AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Gilmore Girls AU

Royalty AU

Medical AU

Rockstar/Musicians AU

Hogwarts AU

Musical AU

Disney AU

Vikings AU

Biker AU (@stargazingfangirl18 Steve Rogers)

Fairytale AU

Soulmate AU

Cop/Detective AU

C.E.O AU

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Prison AU

Porn Star AU

Hunger Games AU

Vampire AU

Time Travel AU

80’s AU

A/B/O AU

Coffee Shop AU

Florist AU

Tattoo Artist AU

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parabellumrpg · 5 years ago

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SEBASTIAN SINCLAIR

TWENTY-FIVE – LAWYER – SINCLAIR

Sebastian Sinclair had the world in the palm of his hand. From the moment he was born into the Sinclair family with his blonde hair and his blue eyes, it was easy to figure out what type of person he would become. Even before the child learned how to speak he had both his parents at his every beck and call, even somehow managing to earn special attention from his Uncle Johnny. Felicity followed quickly after him, but she'd never garnered the same attention from their Uncle as Sebastian had, though as the boy grew older he simply wrote it off as an old-fashioned ideology in men in the mob.

He had a fairly normal childhood, in terms of children growing up in the spotlight. He had a close-knit group of friends, including his cousin Noah, and a knack for getting in and out of trouble. Petty theft, vandalism, public intoxication; they were all things he had committed but had managed to get off scot-free from. Not a single citation or any type of legal documentation that it had ever even happened. Most times he would be 'given a warning' to suggest that the next time he did it and got caught it would go into his records, but he knew it would turn out just the same. Part of it was the blond hair and the blue eyes that made him look like an angel who could do no wrong, and the other part of it was the fact that he had learned how to hone in on his boyish charm. As he got older he learned how to use that charm towards other things. Not only could he talk his way out of any situation, but he could also talk his way into any situation. He left a slew of broken hearts in his wake throughout high school, a smile on his face as he did it. He couldn't exactly tie himself down with anything serious, after all. Not when he had such big plans for his future. Which is exactly how he managed to convince his family that he wouldn't be participating in the family business; not directly, anyway.

Sebastian had decided that his natural charm and trusting appearance were the perfect building blocks to something else helpful. Becoming a lawyer for the family. His grades had always been mediocre, but his ability to twist things in his favor trumped that small setback to his plans. He moved away for college, using his family name and fortune (and some additional help from his Uncle once again), managing to get into Harvard on the East Coast. His time spent there was filled with further manipulation of his peers and superiors, with a little bit of actual studying sprinkled throughout, until his final graduation which quickly led to his three years in Law School at the same place he'd just become an Alumni.

Now that his final year of schooling has come to a close, Sebastian has found himself coming back home to a life he nearly forgot. Nearly. All that's left for him to do is to take his Bar Exam and then he can quickly get to work on protecting his family and their employees from the trouble they almost always find themselves in. In the meantime, he's found himself itching to get back to the other side of the law where he gets to flash his pearly whites and blink his long lashes out of yet another misdemeanor. Even if that means flirting in the dangerous waters of their enemies for a quick thrill.

CONNECTIONS

-- Relationship Status: Single -- Siblings: Felicity Sinclair (Sister) -- Other: Jackson, Thomas, Margot Sinclair and Paityn Costello (Cousins), Noah Sinclair (Cousin, friend)

FC: Dacre Montgomery

The role of SEBASTIAN SINCLAIR is currently TAKEN.

#rpg #rp #roleplay #sebastianbio

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ao3feedkurtbastian · 5 years ago

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The War

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37nvpmx

by imthederpyfox

Kurt Hummel isn't cared for. He's always known that, and he's accepted it. All he has to do is switch off his emotions when the others are around, and keep it all in until he's behind closed doors. To everyone else he's numb, emotionless, cold, sassy and above everyone else. How wrong they are...

Sebastian Smythe is the son of a mob boss. Loved by all, even when he lashes out, known for being a bit of a playboy, sometimes a dick, very much enjoys messing with people for fun. Until he meets one Kurt Hummel.

Things will never be the same again.

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

Series: Part 3 of Glee

Fandoms: Glee

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, Finn Hudson, Burt Hummel, Brittany Pierce, will shue, Emma Pillsbury, Sue Sylvester, The Warblers, coach biest, Artie Abrams, Mercedes Jones, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mike Chang, Karofsky - Character, Quinn Fabray, Noah Puckerman, maybe more - Character

Relationships: Kurtbastian - Relationship, klaine - Relationship, Brittana - Relationship, Finchel, Barole, wemma - Relationship, maybe more

Additional Tags: Mobster!AU, mob, Angst, Pain, Hurt, Bullying, Abuse, Scars, Depression, Rape, sex but not nsfw, i dont do that shit, Opposing Sides, Guns, Violence, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Anxiety, Anorexia, Cutting, Punishment, domestic and sexual abuse, Character Death, Death, Murder, Suicide, Stabbing, Homophobia, Slurs, Gay Bashing, because people are horrible, and everyone wants angst, let me know if I missed anything

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37nvpmx

#fanfic #kurtbastian #glee

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thefallennightmare · 5 months ago

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Y'all.

The Coyotes Cry-Chapter Two is over 14K words and I'm not even done yet. So buckle up for a long ass chapter!

I've got two sections left one of which is a longer one but I'm still going to try and get it posted later tonight! I know I was going to go full force with JP but since I just posted a chapter a few days ago, I thought it was alright to jump into The Coyotes Cry.

Also, I realized it's been FOUR MONTHS since I updated, holy moly.

#tina talks #noah sebastian #bad omens #just pretend noah sebastian #the coyotes cry noah sebastian #mob!noah sebastian

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thisdiscontentedwinter · 5 years ago

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Lol, didn’t Melissa threaten to kill a child to protect her own son? Oops! Delusionals are totes right tho: Noah Stilinski should have arrested Scott for premeditated murder (Gerard, Peter, Sebastian), assault (Jackson), domestic violence (Isaac), kidnapping (Liam), manufacturing evidence in order to frame Derek for murder, selling two kids to a mob boss, letting a stranger record Kira’s sleeping without her consent, and for the murder of Josh and Tracy instead of covering Scott’s sorry ass! :D

DW: It’s the biggest sin in the world when the sheriff covers something up for Stiles, but when he does it repeatedly for Scott, the delusionals are all:

#DWvsTW #Scott mccall delusional squad

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[ ━ camila mendes. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is ERICA GOMEZ, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for TWO YEARS, people always say i’m GULLIBLE & A PUSHOVER but i think the fact that i’m INTELLIGENT & PASSIONATE makes up for it. they also think of me as THE STUDIOUS but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I WITNESSED A MAJOR CRIME BUT I WAS SCARED TO REPORT IT AS I WAS BUYING DRUGS AT THE TIME. [ ━ danielle campbell. cis-female. she/her. ] my name is ROSIE SINCLAIR, i am a 17 year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m NAIVE & INSECURE but i think the fact that i’m PASSIONATE & ENDEARING makes up for it. they also think of me as THE CINEPHILE but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I HOOKED UP WITH MY TWIN SISTER’S BOYFRIEND. [ ━ danielle campbell. cisfemale. SHE/HER. ] my name is POPPY SINCLAIR, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m ALOOF & MANIPULATIVE but i think the fact that i’m SANGUINE & CAREFREE makes up for it. they also think of me as THE INSURGENT but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that SHE HAS BEEN SELLING ILLEGAL DRUGS TO THE STUDENTS AT BOTH SCHOOLS. [ ━ ester exposito. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is SERENA REYES, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for TWO YEARS, people always say i’m STUBBORN & VAIN but i think the fact that i’m CHARMING & PASSIONATE make up for it. they also think of me as THE CHEERLEADER but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that MY FATHER IS A CRIME/MOB-LORD. [ ━ jennie kim. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is ARIEL JUNG, i am a SIXTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m MALICIOUS & PRETENTIOUS but i think the fact that i’m OUTGOING & ORGANIZED makes up for it. they also think of me as THE MALEFICENT but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I KNOW ABOUT MY FATHER’S AFFAIRS & I COVER IT UP BECAUSE I DISLIKE MY MOTHER. [ ━ kieran shipka. cis-female. she/her. ] my name is FLORA ‘FLOSSIE’ LUDENS, i am a/n SIXTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m SPACEY & NAVIE but i think the fact that i’m KIND-HEARTED & CONTENT makes up for it. they also think of me as THE LOON but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I HOOKED UP WITH MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND… OPPIES [ ━ kristine froseth, cisfemale, she/her ] my name is PIPER TUCKER, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student there for FOUR YEARS. people always say i’m MANIPULATIVE & OSTENTATIOUS but i think the fact that i’m LIVELY & OUTGOING makes up for it. they also think of me as THE GIRL-NEXT-DOOR but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I AM IN A PSEUDO-WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM.

[ ━ liz gillies. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is KELSEY HAYCH, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK high, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m CATTY & ARROGANT but i think the fact that i’m INDEPENDENT & AMBITIOUS makes up for it. they also think of me as THE WILD CARD but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that SHE HAS BEEN SLEEPING WITH HER THERAPIST.

[ ━ madelaine petsch. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is RAMONA DEVONT, i am a SIXTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student there for TWO YEARS. people always say i’m SNOBBISH & SQUEAMISH but i think the fact that i’m SMART & CONFIDENT makes up for it. they also think of me as THE PRINCESS but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I AM PAYING SOMEONE TO DO MY ASSIGNMENTS. [ ━ maia mitchell. cisfemale. she/her. ]my name is BOBBIE KENTON, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m JUDGMENTAL & INDECISIVE but i think the fact that i’m HONEST & TRUSTWORTHY makes up for it. they also think of me as THE WALLFLOWER but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I KNOW MY PARENTS ARE BRIBING THE BOARD TO SEND ME TO THIS SCHOOL . [ ━ maria pedraza. cidfemale. SHE/HER. ] my name is VALENCIA MARTINEZ, i am an EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE DAYS. people always say i’m DANGEROUS & BLUNT but i think the fact that i’m CARING & MOTHERLY makes up for it. they also think of me as THE FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that SHE GOT TRANSFERRED TO HARWICK BECAUSE HER FATHER WAS ARRESTED FOR DRUG TRAFFICKING. [ ━ nicola peltz. cis-female. she/her. ] my name is AURORA ‘RORY’ DANIELS, i am a 18 year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for A FEW MONTHS. people always say i’m STUBBORN & IMPULSIVE but i think the fact that i’m ADVENTUROUS & ALLURING makes up for it. they also think of me as THE BOMBSHELL but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I GOT KICKED OUT OF MY OLD SCHOOL. [ ━ normani kordei. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is CLEO BLUNT, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m MAWKISH & PETTY but i think the fact that i’m RELIABLE & CLEVER makes up for it. they also think of me as THE LOST SOUL but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I’M IN LOVE WITH MY FRIEND. [ ━ sophia lillis. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is SEREN ‘REN’ FLOWERS, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for ONE YEAR. people always say i’m MORBID & IMPULSIVE but i think the fact that i’m WITTY & APPRECIATIVE makes up for it. they also think of me as THE HALCYON but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I WANT TO PURSUE MY MUSIC INSTEAD OF SCHOOL. [ ━ odeya rush. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is WILLA JAMES, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for FOUR YEARS. people always say i’m SANCTIMONIOUS & PERFECTIONISTIC but i think the fact that i’m CANDID & STUDIOUS makes up for it. they also think of me as THE FACADE but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I DO COURT-MANDATED COMMUNITY SERVICE ON THE WEEKENDS TO HAVE A PETTY THEFT CHARGE DISMISSED.

[ ━ benjamin wadsworth. cis-male. he/him. ] my name is SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ MURPHY , i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m RECKLESS & SELF DESTRUCTIVE but i think the fact that i’m TALENTED & AMBITIOUS makes up for it. they also think of me as THE PIANO MAN but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that HE’S PAYING HIS GIRLFRIEND TO BE HIS BEARD. [ ━ kj apa. cismale. him/he. ] my name is MEMPHIS HAYCH, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for TWO YEARS. people always say i’m MANIPULATIVE & STUPID but i think the fact that i’m CHARISMATIC & CHARMING makes up for it. they also think of me as THE ATHLETE but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that HE IS LYING ABOUT THE PEOPLE HE’S SLEPT WITH.

[ ━ maxence danet-fauvel. male. he/him. ] my name is RIVEN KNIX, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m DISTANT & BLUNT but i think the fact that i’m VIRTUOSO & EMPATHETIC makes up for it. they also think of me as THE LONER but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I HOOKED UP WITH MY BEST FRIENDS SISTER.

[ ━ noah centineo, cismale, he/him ] my name is HOLDEN DE LUCA, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student there for TWO YEARS. people always say i’m QUIET & JUDGMENTAL but i think the fact that i’m CHARMING & LOYAL makes up for it. they also think of me as THE ALL-STAR but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I DRUNKENLY HOOKED UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND’S TWIN AT A PARTY. [ ━ wolfgang novogratz. cismale. he/him. ] my name is WESLEY JAMES, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for FOUR YEARS. people always say i’m FRIVOLOUS & HOTHEADED but i think the fact that i’m GREGARIOUS & BENEVOLENT makes up for it. they also think of me as THE MALINGERER but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I AM IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE OTHER THAN MY GIRLFRIEND.

[ ━ booboo stewart. cismale. he/him. ] my name is JACY “JACE" LOCKLEER, i am a SIXTEEN year old SOPHOMORE transferring in to harwick academy. people always say i’m QUIET & SECRETIVE but i think the fact that i’m CARING & COMPASSIONATE makes up for it. they also think of me as THE NICE GUY but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that SHE WAS FORCED TO MOVE BECAUSE HIS FATHER WAS TAKEN TO JAIL AND HE IS LIVING WITH HIS AUNT. [ ━ danielle rose russell. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is RITA CROSS, i am a FIFTEEN year old SOPHOMORE transferring in to harwick academy. people always say i’m CLUMSY & AWKWARD but i think the fact that i’m ADVENTUROUS & ATHLETIC makes up for it. they also think of me as THE BOOKWORM but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that MY PARENTS WORK AT THE SCHOOL. [ ━ joshua bassett. male. he/his. ] my name is ELIJAH THOMPSON, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from transferring in to HARWICK academy. people always say i’m SECRETIVE & CLOSED OFF but i think the fact that i’m CHARMING & ADVENTUROUS makes up for it. they also think of me as THE BROKEN ONE but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I FOUND OUT THAT MY MOM WAS CHEATING ON MY DAD. [ ━ tom holland. cis-male. he/him/his. ] my name is CHANDLER GANSEY , i am a/n SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR transferring in to harwick academy. people always say i’m GUARDED & ACIDULOUS but i think the fact that i’m OBSERVANT & LOYAL makes up for it. they also think of me as THE POET but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I’M A WORLD WIDE FAMOUS ANONYMOUS POET.

#harwickaccepted

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noelfishermuses-archive · 8 years ago

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yall so the muses i havent added to my page yet are;

(tw for incest? idk valentino is a bad dude so ignore him)

leon stone -- miles teller (package deal with hudson cooke) -- cheating types of plots mostly -- heterosexual

leonora wade -- jessica parker kennedy fc - damaged af - super problematic parents - pansexual

lilianna poole -- annasophia robb - actual princess - sweet as pie - gaygaygaygay

lily cohen -- taylor momsen - likes old books a lot - lives in a shitty apartment - bisexual

lina cameron -- alexandra daddario - mom is connected to russian mob - annoying half brother - asexual

lincoln sharpe -- taron egerton - has a gay twin (logan, who i forgot to put on here. whatever) - tattoos. fights a bunch. - hetero

lip watson -- hunter parrish - ONE OF THE WATSON BOYS. MY BABIES. LIGHT OF MY LIFE. - heterosexual

luciano deveraux -- pierson fode fc - product of his mother’s sexual assault - hs his pos dad - gay

lucinda wilkes -- barbara palvin fc - SWEET ANGEL FROM THE BIBLE BELT SEARCHING FOR AN URCHIN WHO CAN GIVE HER IDEALS - hetero

lydia reynolds -- taylor warren - loner af. probably a serial killer tbh - homo

maria desenclos -- ana de armas - abusive boyfriend. needs an escape. english is a second language - heterosexual

marquis shay -- eiza gonzalez fc - taxi driver. has a kid somewhere but who know. trash queen. - bi

matthew schultz -- taron egerton - HAS A DADDY KINK OKAY. mean af - hetero

michael wysocki -- ian somerhalder - abusive af drug dealer. human garbage. love him pls - pan

mirza feldman -- josh dun - married and divorced by 22. h8s people. loves food. - pan

monica wade -- zoe kravitz fc - actual weirdo. parents own a funeral home. obsessed with death. jewish af. bi

nathaniel price -- dylan o brien - saves street kids religiously. gay af.

nicole varanni -- barbara palvin - spoiled chick who doesnt understand what working is. - homo

niels baker -- stephen james fc - TATTOOED TROUBLEMAKER FROM LOUISANA - bi

noah brooks -- dylan obrien fc - gay af. rude af.

oliver veres -- luke hemmings - trust fund kid. hockey kid. has a fiance that he didnt pick. - bi

orion brooks -- matt sanders fc - h8s his little brother (noah,) for being a stereotype. is a cinnamon roll - hetero

orion sage -- gerard way - non binary asexual baby with a hard time connecting to ppl.

patrick moran -- noel fisher fc - anarchist. snuck into the us from ireland, joined the military under a fake name. - pan

quintin bellefontaine -- dom sherwood fc - SO GAY. super protective of his family. super duper gay tho

rainer goodwin -- pablo schreiber - divorced dad who two daughters. - hetero

rhett harmon -- josh dun fc - gay with his best friend. doesnt understand emotions. - gay

river kirby -- symphani soto - model. sass master - homo

roman hylton -- jonathan groff fc - jokingly says hes an heir. is an actual heir. gaygaygay

ronin pierston -- dom sherwood - accidentally touched his step brothers wang one time. is terrified of sex. - thinks he’s asexual but isnt usre

ryleigh james -- hannah marks - creeper dad. punk af - pan

sameer baqri -- zayn malik fc - gay af. mean af. famous af.

samuel fisher -- matthew daddario - actual sadist. not just sexual sadist. ruder af. literally insane - homo

sebastian booker -- johnny depp - teacher who has affairs with his students. - hetero

sebastienne harbin -- samira wiley fc - gun trader. hot af. european af. - homo

sergei angelov -- taron egerton - literally almost seven feet tall. mob baby. - bi

skye grant -- nia lovelis - idk about her yet. sigh - homo

sonya whithouse -- maria brink - singer in a band. dominatrix. perf. - hetero

stefania putnam -- sara fabel fc - little gayby from louisiana. hates confrontation - homo

stella veres -- barbara palvin - closeted rich kid with nothing better to do than waste money - homo

summer lewis -- barbara palvin - stoner af. gamer af. just wants sex, pizza and video games - hetero

tatum underwood -- ashley moore - actual lviing doll. bartender in NV. virgin bc shes always busy - pan

trinity dupont -- kaya scodelario - drug addict. has a ‘brother’ that’s really her son. - hetero

valentino neville -- douglas booth fc - actual trash. literally only using him for incest stuff bc i am also trash - hetero

valya mazalin -- ksenia solo - sweet angel who is connected to the mafia. currently impregnated by incarcerated boyfriend. - hetero

welsey baker -- jake bass - lil drug dealing gayby from louisiana - gay af

wyatt marquis-watkins -- ed westwick - theatre nerd. obsessed with hamilton and rent and heathers. gay af

yanick "yan" dubois -- willy cartier - street performer with a heart of gold. small prince. - pan

zack pierson -- matthew daddario - is the step brother whos wang got touched. didnt hate it. - bi

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bellumcity-rpg-blog · 7 years ago

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+2/ 9

#Sebastian Brooks #Shu #Michael Fassbender fc #Noah Brooks #Osiris #Chadwick Boseman fc #Michael Fassbender #Chadwick Boseman #crime rp #city rp #original rp #greek mythology rp #egyptian mythology rp #new rp #mob rp

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justasmallbloginabigklainefandom · 8 years ago

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The Great ATOG Reread; Grey part 9

Part 8 ended on a kind of cliffhanger? I just had to stop myself from continuing, but here I am. I read all the remaining chapters today and I’m, as the kids say, shook.

I once again read 7 months long fic in four days.

Anyway, since this is the end of this verse, thank you for reading my mumbling.

Chapter 29

Oh god, they have fucked up. Oh god they have fucked up so badly, to get to here, how could they get to here?

Aftermath. Draxie and BB are discussing Ghostly, and Blaine is once again realising what he’s done. I can’t really blame him, since he had a lot on his plate too. This entire fic was heavy because as a reader, you saw how helpless they both felt.

Kurt thinks he’s dying. Blaine doesn’t want him to die.

Normally it’s Blaine who thinks he’s about to die, but then again, problem 1 has been happening for a long while.

To no one’s surprise, the Phalanx rollercoast is making a lot of rounds today (especially with what’s waiting for them).

He has no fear of forever if 'forever' just means that they're both ghosts now.

Blaine’s thinking about solidity. He’d forgotten that Kurt had given him some sense of solidity, and now he wants to do the same for Kurt. Kurt thinks Blaine’s wasting his time. Kurt’s about to die, so why stay?

But why leave?

So while Blaine’s out looking for that sense of solidity, Kurt’s problem 3 is kicking his ass. The Ghost of New York City has started to become a stranger to Kurt, or is it the other way around? Fuck knows.

It’s time to leave.

UNLESS AGENT SYLVESTER HAS SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT BECAUSE KNOCK KNOCK MOTHERFUCKER, TERRORIST!

People should realise that it doesn't matter if it's day or night, this city is always haunted. The Ghost lingers in its concrete and metal and glass, the Ghost is the memory of why you don't fuck with New York City. So long as the Ghost does exist, he's never letting it be known that New York is open to attack. No time even to change his underwear. That is how much he loves his city.

Time for probably the most horrifying moment in the entire fic.

You know, I love the Flash. It’s one of the reasons I started reading this fic. I thought “hey, superheroes aren’t as bad as I thought” because of the Flash. Fuck, Flash, I owe you.

Why am I telling you this? Because I stumbled into the CW DCTV verse without any knowledge about these comics. You can do the same for ATOG/Grey. You can read it without having to watch glee, but you will miss references and some depth.

(Small Flash season 2 spoiler ahead) When Jay introduced Caitlin to his Earth-1 döppelganger, he told her he’s called Hunter Zolomon. (End spoiler)

I moved on. I knew something had happened, but I moved on until I later googled the name, but if you see reaction posts and videos of diehard DC fans, you see people losing their shits. They got that reference, I didn’t.

And the same thing is happening right now.

The Ghost - looks at him. Phalanx stares back and sees incomprehension in the Ghost's eyes on his for a long second before it breaks, before something else surfaces, some awful realisation as the Ghost squeezes his hand and whispers heavy and sick, "Oh god." "Oh - oh god what, he - they knew? They knew, they had us in files? When did they -" The Ghost presses his hand and says in a fast stumble, "Phalanx they've known - I thought you knew, I thought we - I thought we just weren't - I thought you knew -"

Remember how I used to think Sebastian was a bad plot device? The first time I read this, I yelled: “I TAKE IT BACK HOLY FUCK I TAKE IT BACK” because I really did not see it coming. And he emotionally destroyed every single one of them with one sentence.

"So we have the full team, isn't that exciting?" Sebastian says brightly. "I've been reading about how pathetic you all are for so long, it's almost like I've actually been despising you in person the whole time. So you must be Noah Puckerman, just to clarify, Noah, no-one ever will see you as anything but a monster, because that's what you actually are. And Artie Abrams! Who will never spend a day of his life not dependent on someone else! And you must be Brittany Pierce, and I'm sorry to tell you Brittany but you never will understand because you actually are exactly that stupid, and that is all everybody else thinks about when they look at you. And your delightful partner Santana Lopez -" Cheer Girl, face white, is holding Incendiary's arm, far too tight for Incendiary to get at him; Incendiary is whispering under her breath, not even blinking, "Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you -"

"- I'm afraid abuéla will never think of you with anything less than stomach-turning revulsion again for as long as the evil old bitch lives, Santana. Which means that she's Quinn Fabray, and, Quinn? You will never see her again, because why the hell would they ever let someone like you fuck up her life?" Quinn is pale but silent. Only her fists at her sides shake, a little. "Sam Evans is the one who worked for the mob, so I'm sure he knows exactly what he has to remember when he can't sleep on a night because really an awful lot of blood paid for what he is now. And that brings us to -" "- no no no -" Phalanx whispers as Sebastian's eyes land on his, and the Ghost's hand is hurting his. "Blaine Anderson, Blaine," Sebastian leans a little forward to speak down to him, as Phalanx's every sense jars, "he never will forgive you, because you stood by and let that happen to him, and you're the selfish asshole who walked away whistling from something he has to remember every step he'll ever take." no no no no no he'll throw up Sebastian straightens his back, and looks at the Ghost, who stares back, silent and still and head held high, and eyes fixed on his. Sebastian says, like it's a joke, "Kurt Hummel." The Ghost breathes out, only a little hard, through his nose. Phalanx can see the way it shifts his chest. Unmasked in front of everyone he stands there still, not afraid, shoulders back and jaw set solid, and holds Phalanx's hand, and keeps his eyes fixed proud on Sebastian's, and if Sebastian has known his whole life to pick through the worst parts the way he did to them - Sebastian curls his lip. "Maybe you should just be grateful that anyone can look past your face and want to fuck you instead of crying 'rape' all the time."

As a reader, you know some of those people, but as a glee fan, you understand the pain they’re going through right now. I tried making Lloyd read this, since he’s also into the hero trope, and I know he won’t feel the same. I won’t have to fight to throw up. Again, some stories are ATOG only, and it’s just Sebastian showing off that he knows who they are.

But Quinn.

Santana.

Brittany.

Jesus Christ. Why does this have to happen to them? To make matters worse, a) Wade and b) Sebastian is a super who copies other supers.

Sebastian makes you sick. He’s sick. Fuck. How he uses the desperation of a man begging for his lover’s life, only because Sebastian doesn’t agree with the way he’s living his life. The Ghost once told Phalanx after the entire “oh shit I can kill people” thing started, that he’s seen people beg for their lives and how awful it is to see them lose their last glimpse of humanity.

I guess the Ghost never thought he would end in a similar situation, because he’s not losing his shit while begging for his life, but while begging for Phalanx’s life. Phalanx is dying. AGAIN.

The Ghost knows terrorists. He knows he can’t risk it, because they’ll shoot him without a second thought.

And sure, Mercedes Jones, actual superstar, saves him some time, but it’s still too late.

The haunting grips every muscle in a tight, cold hand. Oh, he thinks, as the fists on his muscles let go, as his body folds into the dark. Oh, I know this feeling . . .

Chapter 30

puckzilla! \o/

Really?

The Ghost knows his powers like no other, and sure, this sucked, but he’ll get over it. He knows haunting. He owns haunting. For now, all seems okay. He and Phalanx are out of the crossfire, and with Mike and Agent rent besides them, it’s time to take a fucking breath.

Only.

Phalanx has different ideas.

"Um," Blaine says, and fiddles with a compartment on his utility belt, and then opens it. "I'm - not just kneeling because I'm concussed, you know."

Fuck glee 5x01, this is a dream proposal. Sure, it is a bit random, but this isn’t like the shit they pulled in canon glee. This time, it’s not rushed, or stupid, or shit writing. This is love.

This is Blaine offering Kurt solidity.

And yeah, Kurt is still trapped in the mindset of problem 1. He can’t have it, so why bother, but Blaine doesn’t give a flying fuck about problem 1 right now. Sure, Kurt might be dying and sure, their days together might be numbered, but he still wants to spend those last remaining days by his side.

"I want," Blaine says quietly, since Kurt isn't arguing anymore, since the fight is dumbed in Kurt, "to be your husband for every second I can get. I want to know that. I want something to hold on to, whatever else happens, something to be sure of. I want you to have that too. I want you to know that I love you, I want you to actually understand it, everything you do I want you to know that I love you while you're doing it. I want you to actually believe it. I know sometimes it's like you - it's like you understand it but you can't really feel it but, Kurt, you're a miracle to me, I feel it, I always will, whether you believe in it or not, I just, I just wish you knew that I'm in awe of you, that you're my hero and you always will be and I'll never be ashamed of that, you're the best part of my life. I wish you knew that you're allowed to want this from me because I want to give it to you. I want you to remember and trust in that every day, that I love you, I do, whatever else happens, anything, nothing will ever break this, not ever, I'll love you until I'm dead. And I'll try to make you believe it, I'll work at that, if you'll promise to try to believe it." He turns the ring in his fingers, twitches his smile a little. "I believe in ghosts," he says. "And I'm not afraid of them. I think it's - beautiful, that some things can stay. I would - like." Little breath, the way his chest expands, Kurt knows his body better than his own and he feels that breath in his own fluttering, aching ribs. "I would like to be the thing that the ghosts believe in, maybe."

(Really, fuck glee)

And everything is right in this world.

Until, of course, it isn’t. Mike, Sebastian, and to Phalanx’s dismay, Wade are entering the room. Sebastian is after the Ghost, and he’s willing to kill. The Ghost is not in the mood.

"You want me dead or you want my powers." he says, looking Sebastian steady in the eye and the Ghost might be the one looking through a mask but the mask is who he is, there's no lie in him, all the strength he's got is his. "So come and get me."

He once told Agent Sylvester he’s tired of playing games.

Boo, asshole.

While Sebastian is chasing after the Ghost, Phalanx is left alone with Wade. And wow, Phalanx is fucking terrified. Sure, he’s been shot, he’s been hurt, he’s been drugged, he’s been beaten, but no one has fucked him up as much as Wade did and he didn’t even come near Phalanx.

Again, whereas I got why Wade was upset, he was really frustrating. Rachel is never willing to listen, and so is Wade. He took his own stupid conclusions from a conversation that’s not comparable to the usual conversations the Ghost and Phalanx have about this matter.

Wade felt alone.

Just like that one super did. You know, the one that caused a major wankfest on the internet. Sometimes I wonder if they’re the same person.

But is this really the solution? I get that he didn’t want to be alone anymore, but is joining a group of fucking terorrists who don’t even care about him the solution? Is he less alone now? No. Of course not, but still, Wade chose this.

I like that Phalanx and Wade got to talk normally. I love that sometimes compassion and a good conversation can help people. Wade is afraid of Phalanx, Phalanx is afraid of Wade, but in the end, they have nothing to be afraid of.

"I needed you to be distracted," Wade says, still turned towards the corner. "I needed you to all . . . I gave everyone's mind exactly the same suggestion, all I do is nudge, it's you who -" "How was that the 'same suggestion', what 'suggestion' - ?" Wade stares at him, almost like he's afraid of him (He's afraid of him?) and says, "Something that would never happen." Phalanx stares back. The thing in his throat feels like wet old rope, too long knotted to ever come undone. Something that would never happen. Something that would never . . .

Relief.

It’s one of the best feelings ever. Phalanx get the confirmation that, yes, he would never do this to Kurt.

Because of that relief, Phalanx finally finds the strenght to see Wade for who he really is: Unique. Phalanx realises why the Ghost, from all people, has seen Unique from the beginning. And because of that, Phalanx can do it too.

The tension disappears and both Phalanx and Unique see each other for who they really are. Unique sees Phalanx, a man who is always willing to help her, and Phalanx sees Unique, the confident woman she is.

It’s okay.

It’s all finally over.

Except, in this verse, you know it’s not.

"Top story," the newsreader is saying, as Phalanx can only slowly make himself understand what Unique has just told him, "'the Ghost of New York' has been unmasked as Mr Kurt Hummel, twenty-four, we are unable to reach Mr Hummel for a statement but we'll bring the news as it breaks, 'Phalanx' has been unmasked as his partner, Mr Blaine Anderson of -" Mike has dropped to sit in the desk chair at the computer, like he can't hold himself up anymore. And when this sinks in, Phalanx thinks desperately through the welling, swelling confusion inside, the numbness of his inability to grasp something still in the process of growing too big to be contained, when this sinks in, when it does, I'll feel just as horrified as him, won't I . . . ?

Just like Mike, I felt like I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. Just like what Wade (now Unique) made Phalanx see... I knew it was coming and still, I felt like I was punched in the gut. That’s an understatement.

The Ghost is unaware of the fact that his worst nightmare has come true, and luckily so, because he needs to take Sebastian, what a bag of dicks, down. It’s interesting how Sebastian seems afraid of fear.

The Ghost... all he needed was love and the solidity of the ring on his finger.

The solution was so simple.

And just like Phalanx, that doesn’t make his struggles and pain unvalid. This must’ve been some of the worst months of his life, and even though all the pain goes away in less than five minutes, the pain will not be forgotten.

Sebastian will never understand love the way the Ghost does. The Ghost knows now that Phalanx has shown hims what love means. To Sebastian, love is a prize, an object, you can win.

But he’s about to loose.

You realise that you're gay, in this world, and you're afraid. Your powers come in and all you feel towards them is fear. Everything is secret, everything is scary, everything is shadows and you on your own - But you can embrace it, the Ghost thinks as he takes his silent step and Sebastian spits, "He only wants you because you're the only guy even more pathetic than he is, he only wants you because at least next to you he gets to feel like a man for once -" You can embrace it. You can embrace it second-hand, you can pass your power on to other people until you see how not-scary it is because it saved them. You can embrace it by following superhero blogs and feeling your stomach flutter, someone like you, until you know what you want to do too. There are lots of ways to come to terms with and embrace the part of you that will never be normal but still is you, is still the same gift that life is, all the same. Or you can embrace the fear.

He’s paranoid, and yet, the Ghost feels a bit of sympathy for him because he is the Ghost of New York City and that is what he does.

And really, after everything Sebastian has done to him and Phalanx, he is not fucking around.

At some point in his life, Kurt has believed every single word that Sebastian is saying right now. But when Sebastian's eyes hit the Ghost, the paler shape in the dark and Sebastian's blanched face freezes, he doesn't believe a word of them. He understands now the fear those lies are built from, he knows that fear is easier than the truth, it is so, so hard to swallow the fear down and reject a lie for what it is when the lie is so huge and the truth is only a ghost, the promise of a presence, something so intangible and so important. Fear will always be so, so much easier than the ethereal, invisible, untouchable truth.

Chapter 31

It’s over.

But it’s not.

The Ghost just thinks it’s over.

. . . it never is simple. God, he knows that, the Ghost lives in the grey spaces; it never was his single decision to put a mask on and help people that led to this. It was Blaine in Ohio ashamed and afraid, it was Karofsky dealing with his own agony by inflicting it on the only person he felt he could, it was Kurt's dad deciding to love Kurt whatever happened - it was Kurt's mom gone and Kurt taking care of himself, and his father, and never asking why he had to - it was Kurt's powers dormant in his child-body, Kurt learning the world before he learned himself - it was this world, this world that forces you into the confines of the tick box test, this world denying Kurt all of his grey spaces, this world chipping away at him and everyone else from the moment they came bewildered and afraid into it. It's a boy! means an entire life already chosen, and is not a statement of fact, Kurt knows that. It's a threat. The world looks at him every day and wonders why he can't live up to what he ought to be. He has to live every day of his life knowing what some people would do to him to 'teach him a lesson' when he already knows all of it, really, he really, really does.

The Ghost slowly starts putting the pieces together. Jesse, Tina’s show, Schuester... it’s all connected. Even though he and Phalanx were a bit occupied with their problems, they still wouldn’t have gotten it. Oh, how clever Sebastian was.

Was he?

"Dad." he says, and sniffs, and dabs his eyes off a little, balls the tissue in his hand as he takes a little breath. "Blaine asked me to marry him." Silence, for a second. Kurt can hear the news still on in the background on his dad's end, the murmur of some voice through the TV. His dad says, "What'd you say?" "What do you think I said?" "Like any of us ever know what you're gonna do about anything, Kurt." "I'm not stupid." He sniffs his breath in again, and squashes the used tissue into an empty belt compartment. "I said yes." "Good. I'm glad. I'm happy for you both." "You're coming to my wedding." "You couldn't keep me away." "So stay away from the windows and don't let anyone in." "Jesus, Kurt."

Of course, they’re up against Will Schuester, probably the most pathetic man ever. While Kurt and his father are fighting for who gets to put his body in front of that gun, Schuester fucking misses.

He misses.

Oh my god.

His dad is safe, Carole is safe, Finn and Rachel are safe, Mike and Tina are safe, and now people want to speak to the Ghost.

It’s sickening. It’s awful. Just like the Ghost, you cannot believe that people want to use the Ghost like this. And these are the people that you should trust.

It quietens in him, and he lowers his hand, and he speaks only softly because how much he means the words makes them heard. "Don't you ever dare bring anything like this to him. He's not that kind of soldier. He protects people. He shields people. He doesn't take orders, he does what he knows is the right thing to do. Don't you ever dare even try to make him into a weapon too."

You’ve seen the Ghost angry before, but he always has some way to stay calm and collected. Not now. He’s high key losing his shit.

The Ghost is in a vulnerable position, but then he sees Agent Sylvester and for the first time he gets what’s been happening and she’s been doing to him.

'Use your power wisely'. She didn't say powers. She said . . . It's not enough for them to be afraid of what he might do. He's very small, compared to them; he doesn't even know how huge they might be. But he has more power than just walking through walls now and then and his breath leaves him slowly, and that woman really might be the best and worst thing that ever happened to him.

Those people might be the big scary men, wearing expensive af suits, but never ever underestimate Sue Sylvester. No matter what version of Sue Sylvester you get, never fucking underestimate her.

Because those men don’t know him. Neither does Agent Sylvester, but she knows enough to see that the Ghost is one of the smartest people in the world.

He finally stares up at her, and she shrugs. He spits into the basket again, takes a tissue from his belt to wipe his mouth distastefully and drops it in the trash. "You," he says, slowly, a whole different sort of nausea spiralling heavily up from this realisation, "you've been manipulating . . . me, and Phalanx, and that team - and those men, your employers, the US government -" "Yup."

By the way, how is Phalanx doing?

I guess he’s somewhat okay.

Honestly, to Phalanx it’s all a bit confusing. His family is safe, but it’s not the same. Burt Hummel tried to throw himself in front of a shotgun to protect his son, but Phalanx’s parents?

They’ve never cared.

Phalanx, Blaine, cracks his eyes open, looks wearily up at him. Cooper's grinning. He looks across at his parents - sitting on opposite sides of the aisle, heads down, paying no attention, and he thinks . . . He doesn't know what he thinks. He doesn't think that they know what they think. His dad seriously just couldn't seem to get it, was still asking when this would be over when the plane touched down, like his son's being unmasked as a superhero is inconvenient but it'll blow over soon enough, and Blaine . . . Blaine knows, knows that this is the rest of his life now. He lifts a hand but doesn't touch the mask on his face, because he remembers that he's not wearing it. He unpeeled it in front of his mom. She looked back at him like she didn't understand any of it any more than his dad.

It’s so sad, honestly. They do love each other, but it’s more obligatory love. It’s more “oh well, we’re family so we love each other” love. Phalanx sure as fuck is relieved to see that his parents are safe, but if it were the other way around, would they feel the same?

Like... Burt Hummel tried to take a bullet for his son.

Mr. Anderson doesn’t seem to notice that something’s wrong, even though the US Government is holding them.

"I'm never going to be a physical therapist, am I?"

This is also the first moment where Blaine realises that his old life is dead. He no longer is Blaine or Phalanx. He’s both.

Yes, life is fucking shitty at this moment, but Kurt problem 3 just fucking disappeared.

Chapter 32

("What did you say?" Blaine had said urgently, and Kurt had looked so tired with the mask off, drained almost beyond sense as he mumbled, "I think I quoted The Wire at them.")

Just as Kurt, Blaine is fucking livid. How dare those people try to use Kurt like that.

Also, as a reader, something interesting happens. I just wrote that Kurt problem 3 is fucking gone. During most of the fic, you see Kurt, Blaine, the Ghost, and Phalanx as four different people. That stops.

Kurt is the Ghost.

Blaine is Phalanx.

End of story.

Even with their masks on, they are Kurt and Blaine.

It’s time to keep on living. Their secrets are out and everyone’s waiting for them to say something. The media are cruel and gross.

Don’t get me wrong. I fully agree with Meryl Streep that the press is the best thing that has ever happened to us and that we need to protect it (now more than ever since the US has a president that makes up a fucking terrorist attack in Sweden, and when Sweden tells them nothing has happened, he calls them liars), but that’s politics and business and economics.

This is showbizz, and let’s face it, showbizz media have always been ugly. Kurt and Blaine’s old lifes no longer exist. From now on, they only live for the media/public’s gaze and entertainment.

They have to continue living like this, and they start with the safe house. People are being contacted. Kurt is overjoyed that Robbie, Sophie, and Chandler are so kind. And yes, his aikido teacher knew.

Blaine, on the other hand, feels like he’s got hit in the face because of Paul.

Well. Fuck him.

Kurt’s adjusting. Like... he’s on the news and so is Blaine. Like I said, media are vicious. They’re trying to dig up as much as they can find so that they can use it for their own popularity. Even other people turn their backs on Kurt and Blaine in the hope of those fifteen or thirty minutes of fame.

His life really is just too surreal to deal with, sometimes; Mercedes Jones just invited herself to his wedding.

He realises that some good things have happened. Mercedes Jones has found her self-confidence, and to Kurt’s biggest surprise, the team mates are his friends.

He leaves his phone, goes through to check on his lover, his fiancé, his partner. He's just waking in the bed as Kurt ghosts through the door, stretching out on his side in the sheets, eyes closed and face happily screwed up with the bliss of being in bed, and Kurt can't stop the smile, no mask in the world could hide that smile. In the dim Blaine's made of muted gold, in the dim his skin looks coffee-warm and he looks across, smiles for Kurt, and Kurt's thumb touches the ring to his skin. Eight million souls in this city, and he is the luckiest one of them all.

And.. problem 1 is done with too. They don’t understand what has happened, but do they have to? It’s over. That’s all that matters, and Kurt finally feels the relief Blaine felt when the Ghost jumped of that building.

Life really goes on. They go out to do their fucking jobs and well... can you blame them? Sure, people are reacting differently towards them and it bothers them, but they’re still superheroes. Nothing has changed.

Same goes for fandom, and my love for Ghostly cause HOLY FUCKING SHIT. HER MOM DIED AND THEN.. BB... AND.... I CRIED WHEN BB CAME OUT OF THAT TAXI AND I JUST????

Ghostly understands them like no other.

They return to you from the grave, the heroes at the heart of our fandom. They are now truly ghosts. What they have faced is loss, not just death but murder; they didn't ask for this outing, they did everything they ever could to avoid it. They face every uncertainty of loss and grieving. Their old life was murdered, everything they knew and lived is killed. Their *selves* are dead and yet they remain, as we the living do after each death - they are the gray murdered ghosts standing shocked on their own graves - and what I ask you for fandom from what shallow depth of my exhausted heart I can scrape down to right now is just *compassion*. Their lives are over, and they still have to live. The world bears down on them. They will have no privacy for their grief, no sacred space of the mourner for what they have lost, they have every news station in the country and half of them in the world tuned in to dismembering the corpses of their old lives and dangling the pieces from their gibbets. Grieving is *hard*. It hits you *hard*. I don't doubt that they're being strong, but I respect their right to feel weak under this onslaught. They were never our dolls. They were always those two young men - my god, barely more than children, we always knew and never could really face that fact (Blackbindings informs me that they're older than she is; Blackbindings, my angel, everyone is older than you are) - they were always real people, themselves, just themselves, doing what they could. If you could never view them as truly human before then *please* try to do it now. Their lives are being hung, drawn, and quartered by salivating journalists for *our* consumption, and we're supposed to be on *their* fucking side.

Damn Ghostly, back again with those dolls.

Please. If you won't do it out of compassion then do it because you *know* what we owe them: respect them. Give them their space. Let them breathe, and be. Don't greedily gobble down every butchered piece of them that the blood-maddened media will serve to you. Remember that to those who can make money out of it they will only ever be *things*. To us they are people; people who don't deserve to be turned into dolls, people we have no entitlement to own, everything they ever gave us was a gift. The only entitlement at work here is their entitlement to your respect. You do owe them it. They are as mortal and human and beautiful as any of us: *let them be that*.

(Sorry for that meme usage)

Let them be human, in this moment. Let them be not superheroes, not symbols, not dolls, not angels. Just let them be human, so they can put themselves back together again, after all that's been broken these last few days. Let yourself be an angel, for once. Be a bearer of quiet wisdom. See what it feels like to actually be on their side.

Sure, as a die-hard Spring Awakening thing, the ‘become an angel’ thing kind of freaks me out, but you get what she means, because from all people in this Earth, there are only three people who fully realise that Kurt and Blaine’s old lives have died and don’t matter anymore, never to come back: Kurt, Blaine, and Ghostly.

And yes.

Nice things do happen.

She says, "Are you wearing a-" He blinks, and her eyes are stunned on his finger, and he cups the ring protectively close in his other hand and says, "He, um, he, asked." When she screams there's a thudding scramble from outside and Blaine bursts in, shields a shocked green flicker crowding the room, the front door bangs open and three armed agents race through, and Kurt holds her arms as she hugs him by the head and he's not crying, he's laughing.

Rachel gives them another reality check: life has ended. You need to start anew, and since she’s Rachel, she demands that they let her help. The mail... it kind of freaks me out? Sure, good stuff happens like the Make-A-Wish thing and children sending drawings, but it fucks me up that Cheerios and Calvin Klein want to sponsor them.

Like I said, the media are important, but the showbizz ones are disgusting.

"Cheerios want to sponsor us." "What? I am not wearing an advertisement on my cloak. Oh my god Leviticus does not say that, if you're going to send hate mail at least do the reading." "Calvin Klein want to know your waist size." "What? Why?" Rachel shrugs a duh. "So they can send you lots of free underwear and then tell everyone that superheroes wear their stuff?" "Well they can mind their own damn business on my waist size." Kurt snaps back. Then Blaine sees the hesitation in him, because free stuff is a bit of a pull, but then Kurt takes the letter off Rachel and dumps it in the 'shred' sack anyway.

Not only this, but the tabloid stories have started. Juicy gossips about sex and life are happening, and there’s nothing they can do about it except for calling a lawyer. Really, their lives no longer exist for them. They’re for the entertainment industry now.

There’s only one way to make them shut up for now.

Rachel.

See, you are useful after all.

There's a dark-eyed boy on his laptop in the corner, but otherwise the coffee shop is empty and strangely calm, a lull in the world's air after all the rush and worry out there. And there, in the doorway in front of the man behind the counter, they fade into sight, quite slowly, two young men, holding hands, the shorter smiling hopefully, the taller looking the man behind the counter in the eye from underneath a nervously cocked hat. The young man on his laptop looks up, and smiles. Mr Conti wipes his hands off on his apron, and puts his proud-beaming head high. "What did I tell you. Leave the cape a night, bring a boy. Always welcome!" Their hands squeeze and hold, and from under the shadow of the hat, he gives him the smallest and most perfect ghost of a smile.

Chapter 33

You guys ever watched Avatar: The Last Airbender? There’s this episode where they recap the entire show, and it’s done in such a wonderful format. The characters are going to see a play about their own lives.

This is also a wonderful format, because who’s been there through all the hell, and fic, and fanart, and wank, and h/c, and BNF, and Dat ass, the fanmixes... fandom.

Oh fandom.

The first time I read this, I was kind of shocked to see that there’s been a time-jump, but it’s so brilliant.

It’s so weird people on the internet call them Kurt and Blaine now.

KH: He liked it. BA: I put a ring on it.

BLESS.

Since like everyone got unmasked all at once given That Photo leaking, that's l to r Blaine, Joy, Vanessa, Emily, and Kurt, or as we previously knew them, Phalanx, Draxie, She Who Must Not Be Named, Blackbindings, and the Ghost, all smiling, all happy <3

All wedding happiness aside, it’s so great to see how much they have progressed in five years. Kurt and Blaine have grown, and the fandom has too. Sure, it’s probably still wanky af, but that’s fandom. Draxie, BB, Ghostly... they’re all happy, and that means a lot to me. Draxie has kids! BB and Ghostly are together! BB is a professor! Ghostly writes!

KH: You got shot! BA: - I had completely forgotten about that. WHAT FUCKING LIFE DO YOU LIVE THAT FORGET GETTING **SHOT** JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

Really, the beginning is all fun and games, but the fact that they’re somewhat forced to do this is so sick. Just like Rachel, the whole world is about to find out what has traumatised them so much... it led to this.

I love that after the interview aired the guy totally did get back in touch with him and now they're BFFs again, it was just one of the most 'uhhuuuhhhhhh ;____;' things…

This makes me happy though.

But. Fuck.

Not even Burt Hummel knew.

I respect him so much for saying that it's not easy. Because it would have been so easy for him to give the same narrative of 'I'm a survivor, I'm a fighter' but instead he tells his *own* truth which is 'I still live with it, it never wrecked me yet and I love my life now but yeah it's difficult'. People want sexual assault victims to fit into a box that would make it easier for the rest of us to deal with it, like fitting sexual assault perpetrators into a box so it's only obviously *evil* people who do it so we don't have to deal with actually 'normal' people doing it, but they're always really just people and it's *difficult*.

When all that is gone, time for more light hearted stuff.

BA: I was a fan. I am a fan. I'd been following him on the internet for - there is no non-weird way to explain this, Kurt stop - He's almost hysterical, I know some of it's release of tension but a lot of that is just 'MY BOYFRIEND IS MY BIGGEST FAN CANNOT STOP LAUGHING' I fucking love that he's one of us ;_; The fact that one of the biggest superheroes in the country turned out to be an epic geek must have done *so* much for so many kids reading comic books on their own . . . Just like the Ghost of New York turning out to have serious opinions on cravats and hair care meant so much to so many queer kids out there <3 BA: I have a blog. The four most beautiful words in the entire interview XD

JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL.

I guess it's the best we could have expected of fandom that people did hold off for a whole two weeks before someone outed his blog and the entire internet swarmed on it. And then like, he didn't go near the thing for a month because why would you. But I love that without any wanring or fanfare he just started using it post photographs of his boyfriend like 'yeah we all know why you're really here look at how pretty he is!! <3' and to chat about life in NY like it's no big deal. And now it's the best way we have to remember that they're *them*. cause the news might be all hostage situations and bank heists and supervillains and bomb threats but he just blogs 'Kurt made waffles best morning ever!! \o/' and you kind of get what their lives actually are to *them*, now <3

Oh yes.

BA: I still think 'what would the Ghost do' whenever I don't have a clue. KH: Blaine . . . BA: What? KH: Half the time he panics and looks for you.

OH MAN.

I AM LIKE THE FANDOM RN.

Speakin of them...

The first and only time he actually looks at the camera, for all of half a second Blaine keeps making eye contact with it like he wants *us* to feel included, Kurt looks like he just really can't. I know he's more used to it now but my god, back then, I mean we always thought he was *shy*. He has fucking PTSD. He was *terrified* of us. a lot of the way the media pulled them apart then was just sick He's scared of people judging him, not listening to him, just *judging* him. We really could have hurt him, when this happened, I'm so glad for all the people who *were* on thier side. Every minor thing about them got dragged out like it was some great psychological proof of something, the way people talked about them *like they couldn't hear it*, it was *grotesque*. I actually dumped friends over that, and I still think I did the right thing. They still deal with it now. They do so with really just remarkable grace, all things considered <3

Yeah kids, y’all fucked up.

I think for the most part phandom behaved really well. They tended that shrine outside their building and got into a lot of fights defending them online from everyone else, and actually once the Ghost's history came out I think some of the conversations about how we'd been using his image all along really did help people *think* about stuff I pulled a couple of dubcon pieces of fic after that, it just sat really bad with me. Been thinking about that ever since. he's trying to protect him. he knows how hard all this is on kurt and he's trying to protect his boyfriend from *us*. that really made me realise how powerful what we do is, we can hurt *superheroes* with this, we have to make sure we do it right :/ I love that phandom actually is really protective of them. The only public photograph there's *ever* been of them kissing was some long range pap shot through a window and it never gets reblogged, you just never see it, because everyone knows that was fucking wrong and neither of them would be OK with it. You know someone's not really a *fan* if they're OK with that.

I think that Kurt and Blaine did the right thing by outright showing that sometimes fandom’s entitlement is problematic. They all know by now that Blaine is amongst them, so they can’t pretend they don’t know that it doesn’t affect them.

Ghostly has told them so many times, but fandom always kept putting it aside. “They won’t see it anyway”

Well knock knock, y’all, Blaine’s seen it all for almost seven long ass years. He knows what you guys can do. He’s the press guy for a reason because he knows how to deal with it, since he basically lived in that fandom.

Ghostly has told them. And now Kurt and Blaine have too.

BA: . . . sometimes when you're really engrossed in a book or your sewing machine I leave the mustard out of the fridge just to make you pay attention to me. omg I LOVE his face there BLAINE TELL ME YOU DO NOT DO THAT BLAINE THE MUSTARD IS SRS WE DO NOT JOKE ABOUT LEAVING THE MUSTARD OUT BLAINE, *WHY*

(I love this little running gag that started in ATOG)

In this interview, Kurt and Blaine show the world who they are. They basically tell others to fuck off with the showbizz, because this is Kurt and Blaine. That’s it. They’re just two guys who love coffee.

They have lives, and friends, and families... they’re just two guys. This was just a wonderful chapter and I really started tearing up at the end of it. They mean so much to the fandom, how crazy it might seem.

In those past five years, they’ve done so much for this world, and this is just like the last chapter of ATOG where people finally thank them for it. You realise how much they can do. Idols aren’t just some obsession. For some people, they’re the reason they’re alive.

And yes, you should thank them for that. We love them for that. I guess that fandom gets that like no others. I was kind of crying while reading their stories, but of course, I ended up laughing. Why?

he belongs with puckzilla :(

Chapter 34

"Sheet," she greets them with. "Mop."

I love you, Agent Sylvester.

"This way. Pleasant journey?" "You don't care," the Ghost says, Phalanx walking easy at his side after her. "No I don't." she confirms, striding on ahead of them. Five years on, they still don't really know how to navigate life under the unpredictable aegis of Agent Sue Sylvester.

You now get Kurt and Blaine’s POV of the last five years (not the musical), and it’s a bit different to them than to the fandom.

Five years on almost to the day that Blaine asked Kurt to marry him and Kurt, unpredictable, unimaginable Kurt, the man whose existence remains a mystery and miracle to Blaine every single day, said yes. Five years since they became Kurt-the-Ghost-Hummel, Blaine-Phalanx-Anderson, five years since their masks became a matter more of symbol than of safety. Five very long years of late nights and busy days, because they mean too much to people to ever be allowed to just be themselves, now; five years of all the politics of being super and gay in America today, five years of interviews and campaigning and photographers never leaving them alone and never being able to bring themselves to say no to charity work, five years of the tabloids and Twitter almost more dangerous to them than supervillains, five very long years in which they've worn each other's rings and never doubted their decision, not once, because the possibility of death every single night - and a slip of metal on the finger to confirm what actually matters - really keeps their priorities on their minds.

Like I said, their old lives are dead.

This is life now.

Let’s make the most of it, eh?

Three years ago, the night that both Blaine and Burt Hummel had been waiting for ever since they both found out that the person underneath that cloak was Kurt. Three years ago the night that they got separated but they knew what they were doing, they weren't panicking, Phalanx didn't rush to be back at his side. Three years ago that they interrupted a gang fight, and the Ghost found that the only thing he had to put between a fourteen year old kid and a gun was himself.

So much has happened in five years. The Ghost has been doing it for 12 years now, and Phalanx for 7.

"You could have told me," was the first dry cracked thing he managed to whisper out, while Blaine stroked his cheeks, and watched his face from so urgently close, his still-here husband, alive in his hands. "What, angel?" he'd whispered back. Kurt swallowed, awkward with difficulty, and mumbled, "Being shot hurts." and then his breath of a laugh kicked him into a cough and Blaine told him not to and wanted to cry.

Yeah, life is weird, but everyone’s somewhat okay. They’ve managed to make it work. Their families are protected, their friends are working, the complex still exists.

He's Kurt's press guy. Even when he thinks he can't he still handles it, for him. When Kurt needs it, he always finds enough strength to still be his shield.

And family... it’s important. They’re about to find out why.

This marriage, and he knows it, is the best and most solid thing in both of their lives, those rings on their fingers trail the ghosts after them everywhere they go of the things they can never forget, the thing they can never forget, that nothing else can ever mean more to them than the other does. Blaine wants Kurt to haunt him forever. Blaine wants him to haunt him until they're both ghosts, nothing less will ever satisfy the hunger in his heart for him, the always-way he every day needs him, the ever ever ever of the after that he needs . . .

So many quotes, but they all matter.

Family.

Matters.

"Julio," Kurt says, very quietly. Blaine has to swallow down something so sore to say, because he does know that someone has to say it, "We ought to talk about this." "Mm," Kurt says, shifting his arm to hold Julio more securely to his chest. Both of them already know that that's all the talking about it that they'll ever do.

Kurt and Blaine... and Julio.

It’s right.

It all feels so right, like wow fuck. Kurt’s a different man now, and different enough to even talk to Will fucking Schuester of all people. But just like Incendiary all those years ago, the Ghost knows people need to talk sometimes.

Will looks back at him, face very still. Kurt wonders how many times someone has genuinely thanked that man, in his life.

Julio.

He’s theirs.

Rewind such little time and it was him and Blaine, dressing in their costumes, summoned to the complex for something almost inevitably dangerous and draining. Rewind such little time and he was marrying him, love of his life, making the two of them a we, forever. Rewind such little time and he watched him from underneath a dark hood, so afraid of what trust might cost him, so afraid of how that man could hurt him, so afraid . . . Rewind such little time and he was just a boy, alone, with no idea what he was doing except the things he had to do. Now he looks up and Blaine is looking down at them, hand on Kurt's shoulder just in case - he always trusts him to ghost him if he needs it - and the way he's looking at him. At them. At Kurt and Julio. At Kurt and their baby.

I am very emotional about this, okay.

Most grandparents get some warning. They know about the pregnancy, adoption is discussed, they get some warning. Kurt never does what's expected. Burt knows he could take his time but like hell he's going to take his time, he's a grandparent, just like that, his son is a father. Only thing he stops for on his way to the airport is the toy store; it's still a few hours before he's finally driven to that creepy base of theirs by agents, kind of nervous now, anxious, he remembers doing this in a hospital, waiting for the first glimpse while she gritted her teeth and snarled the scream and squeezed his hand so tight that his bones still remember it .

KURT SINGING BEATLES.

Biology couldn't make Kurt love that baby more.

I guess that this touched me the most. As someone who’s adopted and also spent a lot of time today thinking about adoption (I blame the wonderful girls of the Hearing Verse: Mei, Maddy, and Li), this just hit me a lot.

"We called Santana because we want him to grow up knowing Spanish and neither of us are fluent, and she yelled at us a while about how we can't just adopt a baby without thinking about it but then she went quiet and hung up I think to tell the entire rest of the team so they might all turn up tomorrow, we don't really know what's going to happen, we kind of - I put a statement out for the internet, we just went into a baby-bubble, he's really full-on, I think we'll kind of get more time to do other things when Kurt can stop needing to watch him sleep all the time like that? Because then we could sleep which would be -" he starts yawning again - "- amazing -"

Same for this, okay. It means so much to me that Kurt and Blaine still want to give Julio some connections with his past and his culture. Yeah, I tried learing Chinese, and I gave up, but it is so nice knowing my parents gave me that option in the first place (and I’m thinking about picking it up again).

And just like that, the story ends. In the best way possible, it ends with the internet.

A photograph of his back, hood down, head turned just slightly to the little dark baby's head tucked to the cloak over his shoulder. Only his eye in the mask watching the baby's face is visible; it's still obvious how he's smiling. Paternity leave. We'll let you guys know when we're back when we have half a clue ourselves. The family is very, very, very, very, very happy :) Blaine touches his back as he climbs into bed, sees the tired cracking of his eyes and kisses him on one to make him close it before it opens, and gets the lamp; and all around them, unheard in the silence, unseen in the dark, the ghost of the internet roars.

I know, judging from rainjoy’s long author comment, that some thought this ending was not what they expected and that it’s kinda heteronormative, but I agree with rainjoy.

Why do only straight people get happy endings like this?

Why are happy endings like this automatically seen as heteronormative in the first place?

The ending is quite open, because you really do not know what’s going to happen next. The Ghost and Phalanx are unpredictable and the story ends on a high note, but on an open one too.

Another thing I liked from the author’s note is that rainjoy admits that there’s no given reason for Kurt’s problem 1. Just like Kurt and Blaine, you will never find out why this happened.

But just like Kurt and Blaine, you make peace with that.

I could say more about that author’s note, but really, all of that has been said before by me. This story... just... holy shit.

I wish I could find the words to describe this. I’ve said it before and I will say it again: Grey is the only fanfic I call literature.

I want to be more elaborate, but I can’t. Maybe, after all this not toned-down stuff, I should just use the words of the fandom: OMFG I CANNOT EVNEJ FC I M CRTINGG????? PLS SEND HELPPP

#lb 2017 #the great atog reread #i feel dead inside #lb reading #atog grey

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