History FanficRecs / TheLockedTomb

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** ''Chapters:'' 17 (complete)

* ''[[https://archiveofourown.org/works/42294450/chapters/106201002]]'' by cato_universe

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''[[https://archiveofourown.org/works/45155974 The Seventh Day]]'', by [[https://archiveofourown.org/users/LenaLaRat/pseuds/LenaLaRat LenaLaRat]]
* Recommended by: Orbiting
* ''Synopsis:'' A character study of John Gaius as shown through a series of nightmares. Set after the events of ''Harrow the Ninth''.
* ''Pairing(s):'' Minor John/Mercymorn, John/Augustine, and John/Alecto.
* ''Tags:'' Dreams and Nightmares, being haunted by your past, Suicidal Thoughts, degradation kink (sort of), John Gaius' canonical slut era, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, why would you murder your best friends John.

''[[https://archiveofourown.org/works/41822007 so I open the window to hear sounds of people]]'' by [[https://archiveofourown.org/users/oriflamme/pseuds/oriflamme oriflamme]]
* Recommended by: mikey-jinx
* ''Synopsis:'' "You know I had to do it to them," John mumbles.
He misses the beach. The real beach. The current one is mostly soil with a lacy veneer of nuclear ash, clammy and streaky and hilariously radioactive, which is a real bummer when he thinks about it too hard. But the twenty-five meter sea level rise that came when all the freshwater ice finished melting around the mid-century mark ate away at the shoreline, rolled in between the skyscrapers on a new tide, swallowed up all the people who couldn't afford to move anywhere else. Have you seen the rent rates lately?

* ''Tags:'' John: Could A Depressed Person Make This? /Holds Up Alecto/, Sometimes You Spend Half A Century In Your Wizard Tower Of Depression? To Cope??, One Man's Sad Quest to Recreate Ice Cream, The Salt-water Kiddie Pool of Depression, Cannibalism, Unreliable Narrator, Just An Absolute Metric Fuckton Of Corpses, Off-Screen Suicide, Nona the Ninth Spoilers (Locked Tomb Series)



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He misses the beach. The real beach. The current one is mostly soil with a lacy veneer of nuclear ash, clammy and streaky and hilariously radioactive, which is a real bummer when he thinks about it too hard. But the twenty-five meter sea level rise that came when all the freshwater ice finished melting around the mid-century mark ate away at the shoreline, rolled in between the skyscrapers on a new tide, swallowed up all the people who couldn't afford to move anywhere else. Have you seen the rent rates lately?\\
And then John accidentally'd the entire nuclear stockpile of the planet Earth.\\

* ''Synopsis:'' "You know I had to do it to them," John mumbles. He misses the beach. The real beach. The current one is mostly soil with a lacy veneer of nuclear ash, clammy and streaky and hilariously radioactive, which is a real bummer when he thinks about it too hard. But the twenty-five meter sea level rise that came when all the freshwater ice finished melting around the mid-century mark ate away at the shoreline, rolled in between the skyscrapers on a new tide, swallowed up all the people who couldn't afford to move anywhere else. Have you seen the rent rates lately?
And then John accidentally'd the entire nuclear stockpile of the planet Earth.