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Charles D'Ambrosio, The Dead Museum: Stories || Monty, Charles, and Edwin, Dead Boy Detectives (2024)

Bird-Understander by Craig Arnold inspired by oh, sinners come down (I must be good for something) — @aletterinthenameofsanity

Charles Rowland, Edwin Payne, and Monty Finch (Pirate Soulmate AU: Chapter 6)

Monty always knew that this wasn’t going to last. He always knew that a life in which he is allowed to live, allowed to breathe, allowed to love, was always destined to be cut short and sawed out from underneath of him.

Enough food in his stomach to curb starvation and a crew he trusts and giggling kisses at night were always going to be swallowed up by the sea.

Because after a month- just a month, the best month of his life- there it is. The other fucking shoe.

Or, rather, the fucking boot dropping down against Monty’s neck, because of course his mother couldn’t let him go without a fight, especially with Slaver’s Maw burning like it did.

The great Dread Pirate Esther Finch was probably licking her wounds, figuring out how to operate in a Caribbean ripped of Slaver’s Maw- at least for now- and she probably realized, eventually, that Monty hadn’t been bought or killed. That he had escaped.

And now she wants her property back by her side.

Because the moment that they stop at an outlying island for trading purposes, they discover posters out there with a payment on Monty’s head, a reward for bringing him back to his mother- to everyone else, a sign that his mother wants him back, that she just wants her precious boy, but to Monty, the executioner’s sword that it of course is.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, into the sea (all that burning)

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Edwin, Monty, and Charles (Merlin AU)

The King’s affection for his manservant is not a one-way sort of love. This is not a path trod only into the citadel, but rather a road passing between states, a King and his manservant clasping each other’s hands on a bridge despite the fact that the King had introduced Edwin as his best friend and just that.

Edwin is in love with his lord. He carries as much affection for King Charles as his King does for him.

And there’s the rub, isn’t it? They have a couple of months of betrothal before the wedding, plenty of time for King Charles to call the wedding off.

A betrothal is one thing; a marriage another. His mother won’t be able to achieve her goals until after Monty carries the Rowlands’ name and is coronated with the consort’s crown in his hair. Monty needs a way to not just hold the King’s attention, but to ingratiate himself in his heart. 

And there’s one guaranteed way to do that, isn’t there?

At the end of the day, the notion that comes to Monty is one that isn’t that absurd.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, waste it all for the crown

Here it is: my fic submission for the Dead Boy Detectives Big Bang 2025!

My big bang is finally here! I have had the absolute privilege of working with @sixbynine-da, my absolutely amazing artist, who made the promo banner, pov headers, and absolutely SPECTACULAR art for chapter 10 for this fic. I humbly provided the writing and a couple of moodboards to go along with it- this was an absolutely lovely collab and I had a blast!

(Will be updating weekly!)

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Charles, Monty, and Edwin (Holiday AU: Holi)

Jenny sighs. “Listen, kid, I’m not your father.”

Charles flinches. That’s not- He never said- “I never said you were.”

“Yeah, but I know what it’s like to carry around that kind of fucking weight,” Jenny says, and the breath leaves Charles’ lungs. “To be scared of other people turning out to be like your old man because you’re worried about becoming your old man. But ask anyone- those guys who are head-over-heels for you, your best friends, your mom, who can’t stop bragging about you- and they’ll tell you that you’re not him. And you’ll never be, because you care too much to let it happen. Screw the past, kid- you can be whoever you want.”

Charles feels like he’s been hit with a truck. That’s not- he can’t be-

Charles shouldn’t be spilling his guts to a woman he barely knows. But he can’t help himself, because how can anyone help but stare at themselves in the mirror and touch their face to check if they’re seeing things or if that creature in their reflection is really them? If you can actually see the truth in your own reflection, or if it’s just lying to you and you’ll never be anything more than the scared little kid haunting you from within your very bones?

“But how- god, how do you know?” Charles asks. “Sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror, all I can see is him. See his eyebrows, his eyes, his hands- god, how do you know that you won’t end up like them? That your love won’t hurt everything it touches if you’re not careful?”

Jenny purses her lips. “Listen, kid. I’ve had shitty relationships. I’ve had a shitty father. But I’ve made something of myself. And you did too. You and I- we both know something about wounds. We both know something about stitches. I took over my dad’s shop and became a butcher because I refused to let him cut me down. You became a nurse because you refused to let the wounds fester. Neither of us are our fucking fathers."

-aletterinthenameofsanity, it came a flower bright (amid the cold of winter)

@charles-rowland-week Day 2: Comfort

Chapter can be found here!