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A Few Basic Questions by @ragecndybars

The first time someone attempted to abduct Nicholas, he shook them easily. The second time someone attempted to abduct him, he came perilously close to falling victim. The third time someone attempted to abduct him, they succeeded.

glass balloon by @peachygos

“Run,” Milligan says, and throws himself at the figure closest to them. His fist connects with the man’s head with a loud crack. Nicholas runs.

Whispers and Echoes by stainedglasspanel

They had done it. And they had nearly gotten away with it too. Curtain captures Mr. Benedict and the children after they break the Whisperer.

A Single Thread by @opinionatedoctopus

Nathaniel abhors his brother and everything he stands for. It's everything he's never had.

Failure of Will by mozbee

Watching the helicopter fly away rips open the pit in Nicholas’s stomach, a pit he’s long tried to pretend doesn’t exist. For a moment he feels a rage so strong; not at his brother, no, but at the narcolepsy that so cruelly runs his life. If he’d just had more time with Nathaniel; there’s so much more he wanted to say, in the face of a thirty-year absence suddenly screeching to a stop. … Picks up directly where the show left off and deals with some of Mr. Benedict's emotional issues in relation to the abrupt reunion.

46 Fairview St. Apt. 2A, Stonetown by @mvshortcut

In which SQ is tasked with creating his new life from scratch. Good thing he’s an artist.

visits by salenaRD

a series of visits to one Ledroptha Curtain by one S.Q. Pedalian or, it's hard to find out that the man you've looked up to as a father and an idol is actually a bad person

Papa says he'd love to be with you by @striveonward

Set during episode 3: Depends on the Wagon. Constance is reeling from the discovery of the Gemini secret and is overwhelmed by the messages and voices in her head. She sneaks out the next night to have a solo morse-code conversation with Mr. Benedict, in need of comfort.

Run Away Home by @storm-leviosa-fanfics

"I have always had a strict policy against taking on runaways." He'd looked right at Sticky when he'd said it and it had hurt to hear the words, hurt to feel that piercing gaze that knew all the ways Sticky was defective. Because Sticky, a boy who sought truth, knew no truth more than the truth about himself. Because Sticky, a boy who was meant to save the world, was a coward. Mr Benedict had known, had made an exception, and Sticky didn't understand it. Late at night, Sticky has some thoughts about why exactly Mr Benedict had made an exception. Mr Benedict puts those worries to rest.

those hollow bones by @mahpotatoequeen

Reynie is an empath. It doesn't change things. Much.

made for growing by @mahpotatoequeen

Nicholas Benedict is getting older and things are changing all the time, but that will never stop him from loving his daughters and all the amazing things they have and will achieve. Or: Constance needs a little reassurance, Mr. Benedict has a lot of soft emotions, and there's a bedtime story.

Living in the Sun by @sqenthusiast

'S.Q. remembered the conversation he’d had with his father very clearly. S.Q. had always been curious about his family and, by extension, his father’s.' or, SQ decides to looking for his family on his own.

I'll write you a letter (perhaps a thousand) by @sqenthusiast

He thinks about crumpling up the letter and throwing it away. He folds it as gently as he might handle a porcelain cup. He sets it gently on the bedside table and stares at it until his eyelids grow heavy and he falls asleep. S.Q. writes some letters.

New Clothes and Promises Made by @sqenthusiast

S.Q. has not straightened his hair for some time now. Since his father's arrest and moving in with Mr. Benedict, he simply hadn’t had the time. He was adapting to life in Mr. Benedict’s house and processing everything that happened, so his appearance had fallen to the wayside. Now his dark hair curled gently over his forehead, occasionally falling in his eyes, only to be clipped back absentmindedly by Rhonda when she spotted him continuously tucking it behind his ears. He used to straighten it every morning, under his father's instruction. ‘Appearance is everything, S.Q., do you understand me? Everything.’ He’d say. That sentiment had been one of the many that stuck, repeating like a mantra in his brain throughout the day, as he went through each of the twenty-four hours just as he was expected to.

Feel the Fire by @sqenthusiast

He’d done this before. He had been younger then, with zero plan. But he was older now. This was not the plan of a little boy curious about the town across the shore. It was not the actions of an active imagination finally coming to fruition. It was a long, slow-burning need to get out. The culmination of seventeen years on an island. Seventeen years of steady, choking, constricting control under the hands of his father. He loved him. Really, he did. At least he told himself that every day, and he believed it most of the time. But in moments like these, when that constantly suppressed anger in both of them reached its climax and came out in harsh words and a departure to separate rooms, it was hard to remember. And that’s when rationality typically went out the window. or, S.Q. runs away.

Armor (The Soul of This Man) by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

"The soul of this man is his clothes." —William Shakespeare, All’s Well That Ends Well When he looked in the mirror, he imagined his reflection wearing a shirt covered in his favorite flowers. He imagined shiny shoes with buckles and heels. He imagined colored trousers: perhaps a deep plum, a bright, dusty blue.

Steady Hands by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

His nails grew back, of course, and when they did, Milligan thought he must have been a handyman before. He took to repairing the various cracks and creaks around Mr. Benedict’s house with precision and steadiness. He held screws in place, aimed hammers perfectly, oiled hinges, and fixed pipes, all without the slightest of tremors in his hands. Milligan finds solace in painting his nails. Nicholas, for his part, is less adept at the task.

Cyclical Differences by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

Nicholas knew he was a…well, a weird person. He had his quirks. His brain didn’t work like other people’s. And that wasn’t just a convoluted way of saying he was smart— although he was— but that everything about him ticked differently, and more often than not, it left him feeling lonely. Nicholas Benedict is neurodivergent as hell.

Loose Leaves by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

The life of Nicholas Benedict, told through cups of tea.

Such Stuff as Dreams by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

All of the times Nicholas Benedict falls asleep somewhere other than his bed, and the one time he doesn't.

Fresh Sheets, Clean Locks by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

Milligan rings the doorbell. He's all too aware of the state of his hair, hardly recognizable as a person's. Nicholas sees this battered-looking man on his front porch and immediately thinks oh dear.

To Keep a Promise by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

Three seasons of their relationship sees three very different reflections in Nicholas Benedict's mirror. Learning to love his partner might mean learning to love himself. Or, two times Nicholas Benedict hides feeling sick, and one time he tells Milligan honestly.

Life Without Laughter by @mysteriouseggsbenedict