Jul 31, 2024
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fluffy wicker is here all is right in the world
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TITLE: Scarecrow PAIRING: Jon/Martin/Tim VERSE/TROPE: Post-Canon, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort RATING: Explicit WARNINGS: Body horror, violence, torture, explicit sexual content, suicidal ideation WORD COUNT: 121 430 / 100k+ CHAPTERS: 17 / 18 SUMMARY: Martin was almost used to what they had to do now to survive - what Jon needed to do to survive. They sought out the monsters that plagued London, they got rid of said monsters, and Jon was fed and the world was a little brighter afterwards, or at least that’s what he told himself to feel better about it. Going into The Stranger’s lair was supposed to be just another one of those nights. Break in, endure a brief but intense struggle against primal fear itself, then leave the place and its inhabitants all in a smouldering heap.
If only it had been that simple.
AO3: /works/28090704/ BETA: @nappi
The fun of manic depression!
Me 30 minutes ago: people are so annoying, please just refrain from even existing in my line of sight please. Your voice is razors on my eardrums. Me now: Snap out of it! It's gonna be a great day! Spread some smiles for those you care about!~ ☆☆♡ Make small talk babeh~ Times gonna fly! Me an hour from now: Life is pointless and grey. I feel nothing but pain and my heart died years ago. *cries silently on the inside* All my moods constantly: Work is stupid, can we go home now?