#Donald Pierce x ofc

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The Edge of Dawn

Brandi Cross x Donald Pierce ~ a mini fic

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Summary: The old world is gone, it fell 7 years ago. Brandi has survived and lived various versions of herself. After leaving a bad situation in the town of Ruby Rise, a trip Southwest puts her in the crosshairs of a particularly menacing and charming man named Donald Pierce.

Warnings: this involves a mash up of post apocalyptic /mild zombie apocalypse/western so warnings typical to those things. Other general ones: kill or be killed mentality, shapeshifters and entities living in the desert and mountains, some hoodoo talk and misconceptions, deaths, drinking, sexual topics and situations.

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One: Dust country | preview | A03

Two: If you saw something, you didn’t | preview | A03

Three: Beautiful and Hellish | preview | A03

Four: At Dawn | preview | A03

Cast

Brandi Cross

Donald Pierce

“Bone Crusher” aka B

(Not exactly what I imaged, but this is close! I imagined her hair a little darker hair and she’s very tall, like 6’2)

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MOODBOARDS | pt 2 | pt 3

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The Edge of Dawn

Moodboards pt 2

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Chapter 1: (no title yet)

(I know I just posted a request about a Donald Pierce fanfic but I had an idea of my own and had to get it out :D You will meet Donald in the next chapter, this is just the beginning of my characters story, so I hope you enjoy! P.S if anyone is still interested in taking a request involving Donald Pierce pm me and I will give the details! So a backstory on the theme of this fic: it is set in the Logan universe, where mutants are hunted down and treated poorly by people in the everyday world.)

I walked through the aisles of the mini mart, looking at the various rows of energy drinks and bags of chips as I grabbed a redbull and made my way to the counter. I paid in the cash my dad had given me a few days prior to buy snacks in between classes, and made my way back out on the busy city street.I lived in new York, and took classes at an independent night school university- mostly because of my anxiety. I hated being around a lot of people at once, especially people around my age. They intimidated me, and I hated feeling intimidated. This, however, meant that I often stayed up during the late hours of the night, though I couldn’t say that I minded. There were always interesting people out on the streets of New York passed midnight- which is when my classes for the night ended. It was a pretty good schedule; weekdays from six to midnight. This gave me the whole day to do whatever I wanted, which mostly involved running, reading, and watching movies. Call me agoraphobic, but I hated going outside when I didn’t have to. I always made time for my morning runs, though. What can I say, I valued my health. As I walked out in the cool summer night air that fell through the cracks of the tall buildings that surrounded me, I stopped to adjust the straps on my backpack.That’s when I felt it- a chill, almost strong enough to be considered an ache at the back of my neck. I turned around just in time to see a man running towards me- staggering almost as if he was drunk- which made the fact that he was quickly closing the distance between us even more frightening. I didn’t know what to do, suddenly forgetting how to move my legs. Suddenly forgetting how to move in general. He approached me quickly, panting heavily from having to run, which made it all the worse for me, as I had to smell the putrid alcohol on his tongue.

“Sa pretty girl like you doin’ out here all alone?” he grinned, eyeing my chest and legs. It was all I could do to stare wide eyed at him. Frozen in fear of what was to come. I couldn’t move, and yet I had always thought of myself to be the type of person who would be good in a situation like this. The kind that would stay calm, and remember what I had been told about self defense. But none of that was registering in my mind at this moment. Only the smell of alcohol and the gleam of a silver blade in his left hand. He saw me eyeing it nervously and looked down at it’s rusted blade.

“Ya like it? Was a gift.” He wheezed out a laugh through his toothy grin, and I had to stop myself from gagging as he pressed it roughly to my side.

“Not a talkative type. Good. We’s gon have some fun tonight darlin’.”

That was it for me. Something finally snapped in my mind as I raised my arm and socked him in the nose as hard and as quickly as I could, hearing the soft fleshy sound of it breaking under the impact. Now run, I thought, and turned around to start sprinting, anywhere, anywhere away from this spot. I made it to the end of the street, starting to run across it when a car came screeching to a halt right in front of me, as I quickly jumped back.

I didn’t say anything, mouth agape as I looked at it, windows tinted and it being too dark to look inside anyways. That was when I heard the stumbling footsteps coming from wher I had just been, and a gurgled “Bitch!”, come from the man with the knife. That knocked some sense into me.

“Help! Help me!” No one got out of the car, it just stayed there, lights turning off after a moment. Then the doors opened; all four of them.

Out came out the scariest group of men I had ever seen in my life- and I had lived in New York since I was three. The first one, the one behind the wheel, was tall- maybe 6’4, with no hair, and a snake tattoo classily winding around his sleeveless arms. The passenger side man had hair, too much of it; long and tangled up in a low ponytail, with a smile that showed too many teeth. All yellowed and decayed, from smoking, it looked like. The two in the back were just as rough looking- one had a gun tucked in the front side of his pants, in front of his shirt for all to see, and the other one was just beginning to bald, with acne scars covering his cheeks and shoulders. No tattoos visible, except a small heart under his eye. And I don’t think that meant “love”.

I said it again, breathy and quiet.

“Help.”

They just looked at me, grins apparent in their eyes if not on their mouths. I was beginning to panic, as the man was fast approaching. The one that had been behind the steering wheel looked me in the eyes as he said the man I had punched, who was now holding his nose, and breathing heavily out of his mouth;

“How’s she treatin you, Joe?”

My heart sank further than I had ever thought possible. In fact, i believe it left my body completely, for I did not feel it beat once after he spoke.

“Little bitch don broke my nose.” He spit out blood next to my shoe, and I looked down at it slowly- seeing the clots and strings of mucus on the sidewalk mixed in with red.

“Aw now, why would she do a thing like that?”

He shut his car door, and so did the others. I backed away feeling my feet go numb. This couldn’t be happening. This doesn’t just happen to someone. This can’t be real.

And yet, I knew exactly what I was looking at. I was looking at my death sentence. In that moment I could picture everything; the police finding my body in some dumpster somewhere in this hell of a city. “She was just walking home from classes”, they’ll explain to my dad, “when she was taken. Raped. Killed.” I was going to be a statistic in a matter of minutes. And it was too much. The man who had been driving told the man named Joe to get in the car, and he happily complied, still nursing his bloody face.

And then I turned, and I ran. But I wasn’t fast enough. I wasn’t strong enough, and I wasn’t brave enough to do anything but scream when the man grabbed me. When he punched stomach, kicked my ribs, ripped open my shirt. The others standing around him, looking out for anyone else. And that’s when it happened- after he tore open my shirt. That’s when I reached up to punch him. Only something hit him before my fist did- something sharp. Because when I saw my fist connect to his face, his whole body stilled, and his eyes went blank. Then I pulled away and saw it; the blades that extended out from my fist, covered and dripping now, in another man’s blood. The other men, they saw this, and they ran. Got in their car, curses flying out of their mouths in every language I had ever been taught, then sped off. I just layed there, next to a dead man, looking at my fist, where the blades had been. Now, there was just a fist, bloody and bruised. In my shocked state, I got up, and I began walking, stopping only once to grab the bag I had been carrying, and sling it back on my back, adjusting the straps. Then I made my way to the police station.

The woman at the front of the station had too much makeup on. She looked to be about 35, and was chewing minty gum as she asked me questions with mock sympathy, and a patronizing stare, looking me up and down; bloody, bruised, wearing shorts and a ripped shirt. I told her everything. How I had been walking when the man named Joe ran up to me with a knife, how I ran and almost got hit by a car full of men who tried to kill me in the street. How I punched him, only there were blades in my hand, and I don’t know what happened. How I walked here from that street, and not a single person stopped to help me.

“I see.” She said simply, typing something into the computer ahead of her, and turning to face me with a smile that seemed a little too forced. “Well, I’m glad you came here when you did. It was the right thing to do- turning yourself in.”

“What?”

“Darren.”

“Yeah?” A man who had been sitting in the back, listening to the whole thing suddenly raised his eyes from the place on the ground he had been staring at the whole time, and met eyes with the lady.

“You know where to take her.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I looked from her to the guy, but she was passed looking me in the eyes. The man stood up, and grabbed my upper arm, signaling for me to stand. I did.

“Please, can I call my dad?” I said, as I realized that the sun was starting to come up, and he must be sick with worry.

“Don’t worry, sweetie.” Her voice laced with the tiniest hint of resentment. “Everyone who needs to be called will be.”

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Donald Pierce x Reader - “Till Death Do Us Part”

Requested by @fanatic-fanfic:  “Oh my goodness! Thank you so much for replying to my post! It’s so hard to find Donald Pierce fanfics on here, so your page was sooo refreshing to see! I had this idea for a fanfic where Donald Pierce is hunting an OFC (Oh yes sorry! It means Original Female Character) white mutant powers, told from her perspective. And then he captures her and day in and day out he questions her and she gets experimented on and what not. (The only twist is that I don’t want them to fall in love because I want it to be that she absolutely hates him). Again thank you so much for your reply, I really appreciate it!"

A/N: There is no romance in this, and I hope you’re okay with the simple edit, I didn’t want to keep it too lively, I wanted to maintain the gloomy atmosphere of the pic. Also, I don’t really write first person point of view anymore but I kept it focused on the reader, hope you like it! ^^

The sound of crunching leaves was the only thing that could be heard in the obscurity. But the girl was sure that her ragged breathing as well as her thumping heart could be heard from miles away.

“Come on, come on, come on,” She mentally repeated, letting her feet guide her away from the trucks. Her irises flickered to an intense white colour, suddenly seeing in the dark perfectly. Everything that used to be black was now different shades of white and grey, she wished she could bend her life in the same way, seeing the light in the darkness. But that wasn’t the case, not after her secret was unfolded. 

Her powers were a gift -- that was what that man said when they first crossed paths. She thought he could understand her, and her hope in herself was nearly restored.

Until he stabbed her in the back, both literally and metaphorically.

She understood that the words he said to her, that he wanted her to go with him to do good for humanity, was only manipulation. He didn’t lie, he simply left out the fact that it was for ‘science’. (Y/N) despised his guts with all her being. She was toyed with, controlled by that monster.

Yet, she blamed herself for letting her guard down, could she ever forgive herself because it was out of desperation? Craving to be approved of and understood when no one else did?

Her breathing hitched as she stopped in front of a tall tree, scanning around to see if any of them had caught up with her before jumping on the trunk, escalating it with ease and shielding herself behind the thick foliage.

“Find her, don’t let her get away!” The familiar voice ordered. Her eyes closed, head tilting to the side slightly as she let her other senses take over.

She could feel the cool breeze pinch her exposed skin, the slightly pungent smell of cigarettes, guns and sweat stung her nostrils as the obnoxious, growing sound of artillery, metal and most of all, crunching leaves from the countless footsteps. 

The familiar smell of the authoritative figure made her heart drum in her ears as she stopped breathing completely.

He was standing right below her. 

Once fall move and everyone would know where she was. 

It felt like an eternity before they were out of range. She dropped down, skillfully landing on her feet with the faintest of sounds before racing through the forest, neither in their direction nor away from them. They could be anywhere and she had to be cautious. 

(Y/N) couldn’t risk anything, especially since she nearly got caught a while ago.

“What was that?” a voice asked. Her breathing hitched once again as she stopped her footing and nearly tripped to stop cease in her tracks.

“Fucking finally!” Another chuckled, she felt a hand clasp around her throat from behind as a mask was forced onto her face. Her (E/C) eyes widened, immediately ending her breathing to not give into whatever gas was being released from the mask. 

The voice cursed, before a buff figure released a blow at her stomach. She groaned loudly, breathing in sharply from the pain until she felt her throat and eyes burning. Slowly, her body fell limp against the person’s frame, eyes closing and vision blurring, until she completely collapsed and succumbed into darkness.

*****

A strangled breath escaped her lips as she shuffled lightly. The cold heat bit into her skin as the intense neon glared down at her. Her eyelids slowly opened, blinking repeatedly due to the merciless brightness. 

She frowned, fully understanding her surroundings.

Where am I?

Her heart rate increased as if on queue.

Where was she? She was locked in, how? The girl had no recollection of past event.

The door opened suddenly. (Y/N) jumped out of her skin, how did she not see that coming?

“Well, well, you’re awake!” The familiar figure chuckles. She didn’t dare answer, “now, normally we would have a welcoming party for you, but because of all the...trouble you caused me and my men, we’ll have to skip all of that and get down to business.” He smirked.

“Who are you? And what do you want with me?” She mumbled, even though her voice was soft, the hardened expression on her face made her attitude to the situation distasteful and venomous.

“Donald Pierce, at your service,” He chuckled sarcastically, bowing mockingly. The girl gritted her teeth.

“Tch, asshole,” She grumbled under her breath.

“I don’t think you should have that kinda attitude around me doll, you don’t wanna mess with me,” His eyes glazed over, the used-to-be-pure-amusement was now disgust and suspicion, “so, for your own sake, keep that little mouth of yours shut,” The words dripped with venom, she gulped nervously, not knowing what to do.

“That’s more like it,” He smirked softly before turning on his heels and exiting the room.

“Why was I on the floor and not the bed?” She abruptly asked. Pierce stopped in his tracks, turning his head slightly to have her in his peripheral vision.

“Where would be the fun of putting you somewhere a little more comfortable?”

She growled softly, looking away from him.

“Have a nice stay,” He hummed, shutting the heavy metal door behind him.

****

“Come, hurry, my patience is running thin,” He snapped, pulling her arm roughly. She only whimpered in response, letting her feet being dragged behind her.

“S-stop, p-please,” Her head swayed side to side because of the dizziness.

“Just because you’re still under anaesthetic from the experiment, doesn’t mean I’m going to carry you every time, now hussle!” He replied disgruntledly, pushing her to her room as he nodded to the guard. The man obliged, unlocking the steel door and opening it.

Donald Pierce grunted as he pushed her inside, her legs giving in. She collapsed to the floor.

“You better recover before tomorrow, we don’t need more weak people in this place,” He still held the same look of disgust on his face since the first day. She gulped, yet again under his hard gaze as he slid out of her cell, his presence disappearing as the door locked shut. 

Silent gasps escaped her lips as she hugged her knees against her chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she trembled softly.

Four months, four months she had been in this hell and the tests on her by the cruel scientists only got worse as the days went by. Why were they doing this?

She couldn’t believe people would be so cruel, especially on people who were much much younger than her. A shiver taunted her, running up and down her bruised spin.

“P-please,” She could only pray now, everything else she had put her faith in had vanished over the course of her stay here. (Y/N) had become so heartbroken, she never knew she could hate a place this much -- let alone Donald, her entire being hated every single inch of them. He was a monster, a complete heartless masochist who fed off of other people’s misery.

She could only hope someone, anyone would help her escape, because she was one hundred percent sure no one would try and bring this firm to justice.  

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Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. I was tagged byyyy @krijgsonthaal thank uuuu i cant sleep so here we gooo LAST: 1. Drink: mint tea 
2. Phone call: mom 
3. Text message: an inside joke to my sister 
4. Song you listened to: something by bazart i think 
5. Time you cried: a few days ago i had my post graduation breakdown lol HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: i havent even dated someone once 
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 
8. Been cheated on: no haha 
9. Lost someone special: yes 
10. Been depressed: hm 
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope and not planning to LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: the 3 primary colors (blue, yellow, red - in that order) IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yea 
16. Fallen out of love: havent been in love in the first place ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
17. Laughed until you cried: multiple times 
18. Found out someone was talking about you: nah 
20. Found out who your friends are: yea 
21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: what even ?? GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them? i believe its weird to add ppl you dont know on facebook? 
23. Do you have any pets: heck yea 
24. Do you want to change your name: its a bit weird maybe but i think it would be cool if my name was just "han" (so it would me more gender neutral?) 
25. What did you do for your last birthday: eat dim sum and study for my german exam 
26. What time do you wake up: around 10 in the morning 
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: youtube probably 
28. Name something you can’t wait for: better weather so i can wear my new clothes i guess 
29. When was the last time you saw your mom? just now before i went to bed 
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my sleep schedule lmao 
31. What are you listening to right now: my july spotify playlist (right now: my escape by bent van looy) 
32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes i had a pretty good friend named tom when i was 14 (idk where he is now tho) 
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: donald trump 
34. Most visited website: youtube, tumblr 
35. Mole/s: some small ones 
36. Mark/s: stretch markz yo 
37. Childhood dream: i had no idea what i wanted to be when i grew up, i only cared about winx club 
38. Hair color: black 
39. Long or short hair: short short short 
40. Do you have a crush on someone: i crush on everyone who is nice to me basically 
41. What do you like about yourself: im empathetic i guess?? 
42. Piercings: my ears are pierced ... ? 
43. Blood type: no idea hahahhaa woops 
44. Nicknames? han !! 
45. Relationship status: single singel sningle 
46. Zodiac: gemini 
47. Pronouns: .... what are those 
48. Favorite TV Show: pushing daisies 
50. Right or left hand: right 
51. Surgery: nah 
52. Hair dyed in different color: dude i wish 
53. Sport: dont know what that is 
55. Vacation: going to malta soon! 
56. Pair of trainers: a lot MORE GENERAL: 
57. Eating: ❤️🍍🍜🧀🍕🌮🍙🍚🍣 
58. Drinking: apple cherry juice & tea 
59. I’m about to: sleep 
62. Want: more money, more time, more love 
63. Get married: nah 
64. Career: city guide, museum person (?), travel things or language teacher for foreigners 
65. Hugs or kisses: hugs but only if im reALLY close to this person 
66. Lips or eyes: bothhhhh 
67. Shorter or taller: dont care 
68. Older or younger: rather around the same age as me actually 
70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice everything? 
71. Sensitive or loud: i dont caaare as long as theyre kind 
72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 
73. Troublemaker or hesitant: doesnt matter HAVE YOU EVER: 
74. Kissed a Stranger: nope 
75. Drank hard liquor: i guess 
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: oooh boi yes 
77. Turned someone down: nah 
78. Sex on the first date: no way 
79. Broken someone’s heart: i hope not 
80. Had your heart broken: nah 
81. Been arrested: hell no 
82. Cried when someone died: yes 
83. Fallen for a friend: probably DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 
84: Yourself: 🙃 
85. Miracles: hm 
86. Love at first sight: nah 
87. Santa Claus: :( 
88. Kiss on the first date: maybe a lil peck OTHER: 
90. Current best friend name: teresa 
91. Eye color: brown 
92. Favorite movie: probably x men apocalypse alright if you want to do this let me know and ill tag u ! tagsquad this one is long af so if u got time u can do it if you want @aatsushiis @magnvs-baen @ishouldprobablychangemyusername @murkybokuto but yall dont have to ofc much love xoxo

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So liek… here’s what i’ve kinda been mulling around re donald pierce just based off what i saw in logan.

I feel like he was a robotics major initially and was very interested in that from a young age, watching technology evolve the way it does over the years, cause i figure he’s in his 30s by the time logan rolls around, so he would’ve been growing up in the 2000s and probably thought steve jobs was the bomb diggity idk. He probably figured out p quick that technology wasn’t going anywhere and was a practical lad from a young age, so he gets interested in things like robotics and mechanical applications, maybe even something like biomedical engineering the way his one hand serves as a sort of prosthesis. He definitely grew up on x-men and wolverine was probably his favourite character because his aDAMANTiUM CLAWS LIKE AS SOMEONE WHO’D BE FASCINATED W/ MODULATIONS AND BIOENGINEERING THAT WOULD BE SO FASCINATING TO HIM LBR HERE OFC HES GONNA FANGIRL LATER ON even tho he’s tryna keep his cool somewhat. Idk what his specific regional accent is, but i lowkey wanna set him up in like kentucky or some place, or like even around the bible belt, that could be interesting… but like aNYWAYS im thinking like a New Korean War ( so as not to be confused w/ korea in the … 60s?? I think it was?? I might be getting it confused w/ vietnam and honestly i’m kinda too lazy to look it up ) would break out in the 2010s, and lets say he’s 34 in 2029, so a war with [north] korea could break out around 2017-2018 and he’d be 22-23, so he’d be eligable for draft and that’s probably what happened even when he’d be in graduate courses of college, and he’d get yanked for the military. Having to dehumanize the enemy in war would help factor into his involvment w/ x-23 and her other associates and the way he treats them like objects because he’s a soldier and soldiers have to do that sometimes to cope with the shit and the ptsd element of war ( the things they carried by tim miller is su ch a great ref for that tbh ), and being involved w/ mutant weapon children would probably feed into some sort of adrenaline complex as a result of war, that high octane risk factor maybe?? all of this is legit jsut based on what i saw in the film and how i’ve already kind of humanized him some more beyond just what you see in the film. Not to dissuade the horror of the shit he does that is nOt what i’m getting at ( listen i write kilgrave i know how to not condone beli  e  v e  me ), but rather to give him soemthing more substantiary than simply what you see, and that’s about all i got atm.

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Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross

The crowd erupts in laughter as the comedians' dance across the stage, the pair of them flailing their limbs wildly and making silly faces as they do.

They’re about 40 minutes into the 2-hour show, and Brandi has to admit, Donald was right. This is entertaining as hell. Sure, they have been burlesque acts and musicians over the years; that came back after the fall, but a full-on theatrical stage production? She hasn’t seen anything like that since the old world.

Earlier, while Lucky treated them to drinks in her Saloon, she told them more about this traveling act, and how they had some of the meanest, coldest bodyguards you’ve ever seen. One look at them, and Brandi thought B would fit right in. Til this day, no thief has been successful in stealing from the troupe.

The show started with the band, followed by the charming host and dancing girls. A magician went next, then a pair of hypnotic contortionists and now the comedians were wrapping up one of many acts.

The entire crowd is fully engaged with the show, Brandi's company included. Donald’s laughing, hollering and cheering. B, in all her stoicism, cracked a smile and even laughed a couple of times. The sight caught Brandi by surprise, causing her to do a double take.

“Did she just-"

Donald chuckles, “she does that sometimes’ - rare though-” he winks at Brandi then sets his eyes back on the stage.

With the act over, the host returns and introduces the magician once more, with a sultry redhead on his arm. She dressed like one of those Storyville girls, striped stockings and all.

Donald whistled at the stage, “Hello red!"

“Last a few minutes at least.” Brandi jokes while looking at him.

Donald leans over, his eyes on hers, “I last all night baby.”

“Sure.” Brandi grins, then nudges him, “you’re missing the show.”

“Got a better one right here.”

“Stop flirting.” She nudges him again.

He shrugs, then watches the stage.

The magician does his act, then another. Once that's over, he addresses the crowd.

“For this next act, I need a brave volunteer. Man, woman, alien; anything in between!”

“Is it dangerous!?” Donald shouts out, like an excited kid at a birthday party.

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Preview: The Edge of Dawn 3

Donald Pierce x Brandi across

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Words: 3,500

Warnings: on the run, captured, creepy things in the dark.

An: While trying to get some rest before morning, the group is disturbed by a supernatural visitor. Donald continues to contemplate Brandi's offer.

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Opal’s bray pulled Brandi from the depths of sleep. Pushing through her groggy state, she blinks a few times and then hears the reason for the horse's distress. Donald woke at the same time; B was already up and keeping watch.

Donald presses a finger to his lips as he scans the darkness, “shhh.”

The fire is out, casting them in complete darkness. For a moment, everything was dead silent. Then it came, the screeching moan of the dead.

B opens one of the bags and pulls out a few spikes for the dead, her gun already close for everything else. Brandi is listening and scanning the landscape. When the growls come closer, then turn into a pained hiss, a shiver runs up her spine.

A deep growl cuts through the air, sharp as a new blade. Up ahead, there’s a tussle in the dark.

Donald turns to Brandi, “got any more of those mojo bags?”

“We used the last, gotta make more -"

All three of them knew what was in the dark. The creature with no name; lurking, hiding, feeding on the dead. All the rules, when it came to dealing with them, were well known by now.

1. Stay away from them, and they’ll stay away from you.

2. Don’t go lookin’ for them. If you find yourself in their path, get the hell outta there or lay low.

3. If you find yourself face to face with them, serve ‘em the dead, and if no dead are around, run.

4. Some believe magic and roots can be used to deter them, visit a conjure man before your journey and gather the herbs you need.

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The Edge of Dawn

Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross

Oneshot | Words: 2.209 | A western/zombie/post apocalypse crossover | fic info

Summary: The old world is gone, it fell 7 years ago. Brandi has survived and lived various versions of herself. After leaving a bad situation in the town of Ruby Rise, a trip Southwest puts her in the crosshairs of a particularly menacing and charming man named Donald Pierce.

Warnings: old west stuff, killing, kidnapping, surf defense murder (against creepy men)

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An: Is this a one shot? A two-shot? I don’t know yet. Just winging it! The best way to find out if I add more is by subscribing to this on a03 (and following my update blog on tumblr). I honestly have like 5+ notes about the background and world building for this, so chances are high I will add more. Enjoy the preview!

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The old way of life was dead, deader than dead. 7 years ago, the world fell.

Modern civilization was no more, the power grid is a thing of the past and nature swiftly took back the land. The heat got hotter, the cold - colder. In the last 7 years, so much has changed and there have been various types of words within one.

It started with extreme weather, followed by an ancient disease released from the earth as it got hotter. Many died, many were infected and whoever was left tried to survive or take over. The wars started and continued; they still go on today.

Along with disease, there was the mutant outbreak. It was considered a conspiracy theory that mutants existed, but as soon as the world fell, the government was trying to use them to their advantage. Many escaped, and a group of them made it their mission to take down government institutions before disappearing into the abyss.

The ones left? Well, there out there somewhere, either hiding in plain sight or in communities of their own. Then there’s the select few who stay, loudly, and usually hold some position of power or act as enforcement in a community. Many, after being captured and used by the government, got revenge and sought refuge elsewhere if they survived.

As people started to rebuild after the mutant-government wars, everything took on a tone akin to the old west. What used to be preserved sites and tourist destinations, soon took over the West all over again. Instead of watching a western on tv as she streamed from her couch, Brandi was living in one.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Hi! How are you? 💜

Okay, i’ll go with recent ones for this. I’ve added the A03 links.

Five of my current favorites are;

1. Labyrinth (a Klonnie fic) | A03 link ✨

2. Dancer between worlds (Ofc x Frankie) | A03 link (was on a lil break, but starting again in mid September)

3. Edge of Dawn (Donald Pierce x ofc) | A03 link (update coming in September)

4. Queen of Poisons (werewolf Ezra x huntress ofc) | A03 link ✨

5. Damage Control (Frankie x ofc) | A03 link ✨

I know, it’s cheating, but I have to shout to Elysian (A03), I finished it 2 months ago, or less, and keep thinking about it. I love that story so much. It’s an Ezra x ofc fic.

✨ recently updated (last three weeks)

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New character introductions! This chapter & next.

The Edge of a Dawn

A Donald Pierce x ofc modern western/zombie/ post apocalypse au

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Preview: Black Roses

This has been in my drafts for almost 6 months. 👀 a budding idea that might be more…at some point!

Donald Pierce x Azalea King (black ofc)

Credit to GIF owner | FC: Nafessa Williams | words: 393

Warnings: enemies who have the hots for eachother. Sexual tension post brawl.

It was supposed to be a simple night. Come home, eat, take a bath, go to bed. Was that too much to ask?

Now, out of breath, bruised up and pinned against the floor, Azalea glances up at Donald as he smirks down at her.

Azalea rolls her head to the side to check on her shoulder.

“It's just a flesh wound baby,” Donald’s eyes slowly leave her eyes and settle on her lips.

“Not used to fighting people on your level Pierce?”

Amused, Donald sits back, releasing the pressure on her chest by lifting his hands. “I was easy on you.”

“My ass,” Azalea hisses.

“You look good like this baby, pinned beneath me.”

“I’m not your baby.” Azalea punches him in the stomach, not too hard, but hard enough to distract him. Donald curls over. Using the opening she slides from under him and stands up. “I told you, I don’t want anything to do with-”

“I had to try,” he stands with a pained breath, “we’ve been looking for you a long time sweetheart.”

Grabbing his neck, Azalea pushes him back against the wall. The aggressive move only makes him more aroused.

“You have two choices Pierce, we go for round two or you leave and don’t come back.”

Donald moans and the way his tongue darts over his lips is distracting, it takes everything in her to not look and hold eye contact.

Stretching his neck, Donald grins. “This is exactly how I ended up in between your thighs last time.”

Fuck, the words land between her legs and awaken hers nipples as they press against her bra.

“There will be no repeat of last time.” Suppressing her reaction, Azalea grabs his neck tighter.

“Mhhh,” Donald leans forward until his nose presses into hers. “Why don’t you let me bend you over that table, fuck you, then we can play cat and mouse. I’ll even give you a head start.”

Azalea grins. Donald watches the ways her tongue moves across her teeth. She takes a step closer, her body pressing into his.

“I don’t need a head start,” Azalea sticks out her tongue and licks the tip of his chin, “but you might.”

Donald studies her expression, the look in his eyes is purley animal and the groan coming from his throat makes her feel equal parts excited and nervous.

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Completed fics (so far)

Summer 2022 onward

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There are older finished fics too, pre summed 2022, Just look at my masterlist.

If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny

The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc

The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +

Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc

A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader

Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc

After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)

A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader

Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc

A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)

When the lights go out | Lights out | Omar Assarian x f reader

Sin | Narcos Mx | Bi! Pacho x f reader, Miguel x f reader

The Edge of Dawn | Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross (Ofc) | Modern western / post apocalypse au

Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx

Death Kiss | Vampire Hunter Mayans, ofcs, | JC vampires au

Deep in the woods, the goat-man lives | Creature! ubbe x ofc | Vikings

Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc

Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)

Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge

What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar

Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc

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Works on hold

Planned two shots, fics, etc that I’m not working on atm or soon. This will included works from main and side blog. Things may change, but this is the deal as of now.

* loose plans to return to, priority

TRUE BLOOD

Tara Thornton *

The Thornton witch (Tara x twin sister oc)

Resumed 5/2021!

LOVECRAFT COUNTRY

William x Ruby

A Memory, A Flame , past life flashback

William (vampire)

Strange Magic Pt 1  , Pt 2  

HANNIBAL

Hannibal x ofc Dracula au “Haunted”

OSCAR ISSAC

Laurent

Poe ( w/ Mando and ofc) “Azure”

BUFFY

Kendra

DETECTIVE LOKI (prisoners)

A thousand times

BOYD HOLBROK

Donald Pierce

Black Roses *

VIKINGS

Oleg

Hour of darkness *

Hidden City *

Halfdan

Burning Bright **

King Harald

Prophecies of the Heart *

King Harald x Halfdan

Coax

(List in progress)

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Update coming very soon!

Preview: The Edge of Dawn 3

Donald Pierce x Brandi across

Fic info

Words: 3,500

Warnings: on the run, captured, creepy things in the dark.

An: While trying to get some rest before morning, the group is disturbed by a supernatural visitor. Donald continues to contemplate Brandi's offer.

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Opal’s bray pulled Brandi from the depths of sleep. Pushing through her groggy state, she blinks a few times and then hears the reason for the horse's distress. Donald woke at the same time; B was already up and keeping watch.

Donald presses a finger to his lips as he scans the darkness, “shhh.”

The fire is out, casting them in complete darkness. For a moment, everything was dead silent. Then it came, the screeching moan of the dead.

B opens one of the bags and pulls out a few spikes for the dead, her gun already close for everything else. Brandi is listening and scanning the landscape. When the growls come closer, then turn into a pained hiss, a shiver runs up her spine.

A deep growl cuts through the air, sharp as a new blade. Up ahead, there’s a tussle in the dark.

Donald turns to Brandi, “got any more of those mojo bags?”

“We used the last, gotta make more -"

All three of them knew what was in the dark. The creature with no name; lurking, hiding, feeding on the dead. All the rules, when it came to dealing with them, were well known by now.

1. Stay away from them, and they’ll stay away from you.

2. Don’t go lookin’ for them. If you find yourself in their path, get the hell outta there or lay low.

3. If you find yourself face to face with them, serve ‘em the dead, and if no dead are around, run.

4. Some believe magic and roots can be used to deter them, visit a conjure man before your journey and gather the herbs you need.

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Preview: The Edge of Dawn 3

Donald Pierce x Brandi across

Fic info

Words: 3,500

Warnings: on the run, captured, creepy things in the dark.

An: While trying to get some rest before morning, the group is disturbed by a supernatural visitor. Donald continues to contemplate Brandi's offer.

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Opal’s bray pulled Brandi from the depths of sleep. Pushing through her groggy state, she blinks a few times and then hears the reason for the horse's distress. Donald woke at the same time; B was already up and keeping watch.

Donald presses a finger to his lips as he scans the darkness, “shhh.”

The fire is out, casting them in complete darkness. For a moment, everything was dead silent. Then it came, the screeching moan of the dead.

B opens one of the bags and pulls out a few spikes for the dead, her gun already close for everything else. Brandi is listening and scanning the landscape. When the growls come closer, then turn into a pained hiss, a shiver runs up her spine.

A deep growl cuts through the air, sharp as a new blade. Up ahead, there’s a tussle in the dark.

Donald turns to Brandi, “got any more of those mojo bags?”

“We used the last, gotta make more -"

All three of them knew what was in the dark. The creature with no name; lurking, hiding, feeding on the dead. All the rules, when it came to dealing with them, were well known by now.

1. Stay away from them, and they’ll stay away from you.

2. Don’t go lookin’ for them. If you find yourself in their path, get the hell outta there or lay low.

3. If you find yourself face to face with them, serve ‘em the dead, and if no dead are around, run.

4. Some believe magic and roots can be used to deter them, visit a conjure man before your journey and gather the herbs you need.

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