After a fight with Dr. Jekyll takes a sudden turn, Lanyon Sr. can only hope nobody checks the wine cellar. And that the deceased Doctor stops giving him "gifts" . This entire fic shall be from Lanyon Sr's pov, except for probably the last chapter, where I'll make it clear that theres been a change. This fic contains no ships. Story Cover was drawn by me. crossposted on ao3, tumblr, and fanfiction.net