fandom(s): 28 Years Later (2025); 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple (2026)
pairing(s): sir lord jimmy crystal/female reader; ian kelson & female reader
warnings: descriptions of mental illness, drunkenness, american setting au (the uk is still a quarantine zone though), reader is a single mom, reader is middle-aged, homelessness, typical suburban hostility toward homeless people, oblique references to child abuse/child sexual abuse in a courtroom setting, reader's relationship with kelson is complicated, use of gore metaphors, the power dynamics are screaming, MOMMY KINK (if that ain't your jam y'all know what to do), praise kink, rough-ish sex, geopolitics mentioned, american politics mentioned (fuck trump)
Over the young manโs left shoulder, you glimpse a bank notice still taped to the front door. Itโs yellowed, curling at the edges.
You palm the earbud and pull your sunglasses down, squint into the morning-bright sun.
The young man nods. Grins.
You blink and shake out your shoulders, loosen your back. You take a breath.
You're out for your morning run when you cross paths with an unusual young man who's been squatting in the old abandoned house at the top of your street; that evening, while having dinner with a longtime friend, you choose not to discuss your feelings about the encounter---an unusual choice on your part, since you tell Ian everything.
Did you talk to Jimmy because something about his general aura reminds you of your grown-up yet troubled child?
author's note: this chapter is even longer than the first one (it killed me actually and my ghost is writing this lol)
chapter 2: objects of meaning
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