Welcome to my fan fiction page about Brother by Ania Ahlborn!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HEED CAUTION!

This book has a LOT of trigger/content warnings and I will be discussing spoilers!!!

If this book, or my fan work of it, are not your jam, that is 100% understandable and I hope you can have fun elsewhere. This is a h e a v y book.

TW/CW for the book:

  • Murder
  • Stalking + Kidnapping
  • Child abuse (battery)
  • Child abuse (sexual assault by relative)
  • Parents beating their children when they're older as well
  • Cannibalism
  • Unknowing incest (kiss + blood related)
  • Knowing incest (kiss + adopted. Unwilling on one side)
  • Mention of rape
  • Attempted rape
  • Pet death
  • Bullying + harrasment
  • Mentions of sexual acts and functions
  • aaaaaand alchoholism

Additional warnings for this fanfiction:

  • I will be leaning into the fauxcest + incest as a horror element, a character moment, and titilation (srry not srry)
  • Errrm sooo main pairing will be Michael x Rebel bc they facinate me and I looove toxic yaoi
  • But I MIGHT go into Michael x Alice territory I'm not sure.

I'll add more as needed. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY FUCKED UP SHIT IRL plssss I just want to write what I want...

Still here for my self-indulgent, niche stuff? YIPPEE! Have fun (or get scared, or both.)

This page will update with the newest stuff on the bottom

Open Me <3 Chapter One WIP

Rebel's eyes crashed open. He had been there. He had been there with Lauralynn for the briefest of moments. She looked just as beautiful as she had when she was still alive. She had leaned in and whispered in his ear:

"Save Michael."

Of fucking course. Of course, he sees LL and all she can think about is little baby Michael. But...for years, all Rebel has been thinking about was Michael and getting revenge on the brat. Rebel briefly wondered how he was even alive right now, seeing as said brother had buried a knife deep into his guts moments prior. He groaned and slowly sat up. Yup, his torso still flashed with pain, but he wasn't about to waste this miracle bitching about it. Rebel considered just staying there on the floor, letting himself bleed out again. No bullshit or Michael. He stared up at the dark ceiling. The sound of water dripping from the hose in the corner filled the room, annoying his ears. He licked his bloody lips, tasting iron. 'Save Michael.' What kind of cruel trick of fate was that? Then again, Michael's the only one left...Rebel's eyes slowly drag over the empty cellar. Jesus fuck. What a depressing place to die.

Rebel staggered to his feet, clutching his wound. He coughed up a bit of blood as he weakly crawled out of that damned cellar. He had to...He had to...He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do, but Lauralynn had been pretty fucking clear with her angelic wishes. Rebel leaned against the wall of the cellar, panting. His vision went in and out as he stumbled around the house. Rebel's attention was briefly caught by that Alice girl tiredly screaming in the driver's seat of the Oldsmobile, hitting the steering wheel. Their eyes met and her eyes widened. Rebel ignored her when he spotted his brother lying down on the road up ahead. He gritted his teeth and made his way over, stumbled step by stumbled step. God, his legs shouldn't be so weak right now. Shouldn't adrenaline be pumping or whatever?

Rebel grunted as he crouched beside Michael, "Hey." He shook his shoulder, "Hey! Damn it..." He pressed his ear against Michael's chest. Nothing--wait! A faint beat. He didn't know why, but the sound made Rebel breathe a small sigh of relief.