Legacy Unraveled (Kendall Roy X Reader)

AUTHORS NOTES (From Succession to YOU!)

Author's Note

Yo, um, readers? Kendall here (again).

Firstly, um, fucking thanks for reading this. Truly. I mean, diving into this world with me? It's mad. I get it, it's a wild pivot from my usual Twilight shit, but hey, life's full of these crazy turns, right?

So, I watched Succession, and it was... I mean, it was more than just TV, you know? It was like this universe just demanding to be... well, fucked with. So, yeah, I had to dive in, write my own story, and just, you know, own this shit.

And, um, just a side note - Alexander Skarsgard? Totally my baby daddy. Just putting that out there. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the ride. It's all... um, a lot. But it's real. So, yeah, thanks again. Fucking rock on.

-K.R. (aka cloudless cliche)

Author's Note

Hey, it's me, Roman. Yeah, the other Roy. You're probably sitting there, stroking your chin like some bargain bin philosopher, wondering, "Where did Roman end up?" Well, hold onto your pretentious, artisanal socks, 'cause I'm about to drop a truth bomb.

After the whole media circus died down and my siblings went off doing their own glamorous shit, I... (drumroll, please) started my own line of designer beanie hats. Yup, that's right. Roman Roy, beanie tycoon. Fucking riveting, isn't it? Oh, and there's a secret pocket in each one for, y'know, "special" snacks.

But seriously, if anyone tells you I'm not nailing it, they're probably just jealous they didn't think of it first. Or maybe they're still laughing about that one time I messed up – okay, one of the times. Whatever.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed whatever fever dream my life's turned into. And hey, if you're looking for a premium beanie with a... surprise pocket, you know where to go. And if you're not, well, guess you're missing out on being a part of this cultural zeitgeist. Your loss.

Later nerds,
Ro-Ro. (aka cloudless cliche)

Author's Note

Hey there! It's me, Greg. You know, the... taller one? So, um, first off, big thanks for diving into this story. It's been, uh, quite the trip, right?

So, a little life update, since you're probably like, "What's Greg up to after all this?" Well, still with Tom. Yep, still his assistant. I know, I know – why, right? But, um, the guy's got a certain... charm? Plus, he introduces me to all these really fancy cheeses, and, uh, who can resist that?

Oh, and for all of you asking about the park debacle – yep, still terrified of pigeons. But, you know, progress not perfection, right?

Anyway, hope you had as much fun reading as I did, uh, existing in the story. Keep it breezy, and if you ever need a slightly awkward tall dude to do, well, anything – you know where to find me!

Peace and park benches,

Greg (aka cloudless cliche)

Author's Note

Well, well. It's me, Logan. Didn't think you'd hear from me again, did you? Watching all of you from up here - well, not quite the tropical retreat I had in mind for my eternal rest. But it's... quiet, which is new.

First off, if you're reading this, then you've made it through the whole damn thing. I'll give you that. Takes guts to stick with the Roys till the end. As for this "afterlife," it's not bad. A bit too much harp music for my taste, but the view? Priceless.