#but yeah! that’s a brief introduction to one of the sides of this story :)

[elemom]

okay i caved and decided to draw a little bit of my three sides au. Specifically, the side that i think is the most unique, the side where Euclid and Scalene Try To Avoid Being Jailed For A Murder They Did Not Commit And May Not Have Even Happened. Have fun!

BREAKING NEWS!

“In today’s news, the mysterious disappearance of a young child casts a shadow on beloved detectives. Citizens are left asking: Did They Do That? Here’s Lexy Hex with the story.”

[The screen changes, showing a green hexagon holding a microphone. ]

“Thanks, Tetra. I’m currently standing in front of the scene that’s left the people of Euclydia scratching their points and asking themselves, just who could be responsible for this?

Just last night, a child was reported missing from this very location. Bill Cipher was only three years old when his parents claim he “suddenly disappeared.”

[Footage of Euclid and Scalene Cipher plays.]

“Our son was sitting in the middle of the room when he started acting strange. I believed it to be his visions acting up again, until a bunch of circles suddenly materialized and surrounded our poor Billy!”

“Six, there were six of them.”

“Thank you, dear. It was downright peculiar. Impossibly, the group of six circles started to grow. My wife and I tried attacking the intruders, to no avail. Just as quickly as they’d arrived, they vanished again.”

“And Billy…”

[The screen changes back to the hexagonal news reporter.]

However, not everyone is convinced. Chief Officer Pointe Pentagg of the EPD seems to doubt the Ciphers’ story:

[The screen shows a red square in a police uniform.]

“Kids don’t just disappear into thin air. That’s just not possible. And to claim that this was the work of not one, but six circles? It’s outlandish at best, and treasonous at worst.”

[The screen shifts back to the hexagon.]

“Their possible motives are unclear, but some suspect that their son’s birth defect could have contributed.

The Cipher family is currently being detained at the Central Euclydia Detention Center until further investigations are completed. Tetra, back to you.”

[The screen changes back to the newsroom.]

“Thank you, Lexy. This has been Tetra Abcde with Euclydia News Network.”

[ Complete transmission. ]

[amiableness]

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 1247 words

“Oh,” James pauses, his thumb hovering over his screen as he glances at the phone, his expression shifting to one of mild frustration. “It’s work,” he mutters under his breath, his brow furrowing slightly. “I need to take this.”

“That’s alright,” you smile gently. “I’ll take Henry in, and you can meet us in there when you’re done.”

“Are you sure?” James asks, his gaze flicking between you and Henry, who is gripping both straps of his backpack, his glasses slightly askew as he squints curiously at the classroom ahead.

“Yes,” you encourage, taking a sip of the coffee James made for you this morning savoring the warmth. “If you’re quick enough, I don’t think he’ll even notice.” You nod towards Henry, who is intently watching the family ahead of you greet his teacher, his curiosity piqued.

James presses a quick, hurried kiss to your forehead before stepping out of the line and heading off to take the call. Henry's teacher greets him with warmth, complimenting his glasses and excitedly telling him about the art projects planned for the day. The exchange is brief but effective, and you can see Henry’s nerves begin to ease. He’s been uncertain about school all morning, but you and James have done your best to ease his worries, sharing stories of your own favorite memories from school to get him excited.

You barely finish telling Henry that you’ll meet the other parents before he’s darting forward, his little legs carrying him with surprising speed toward the corner of the room where the toys are. A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips as you watch him seamlessly slip into a group of kids, his small hands eagerly grabbing a toy train. All his earlier fears seem to vanish in an instant, replaced by the gleam of excitement in his eyes. 

At the back of the classroom, a table is set up with an assortment of pastries, a small sign propped up beside them: We know this may be a tough transition, so enjoy a lemon croissant to brighten your day! You smile softly at the gesture, reaching for one of the croissants just as someone else does, your fingers brushing against each other.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, glancing up at a man who looks equally as surprised as you. The pastry is now long forgotten.

“No, no, I’m the one who should be sorry,” the man rushes to say, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment as he offers you a sheepish smile. “I got a bit too excited to finally grab some breakfast and didn’t even notice you there.”

“I get it,” You laugh, holding up your coffee cup. “This is all I had time for this morning.” “The struggles of being a parent,” he jokes, offering you his hand with a wry smile. “Aaron. My kid’s the one who looks like she’s two seconds away from crying. It’s clearly a big day for her.”

You offer your name, smiling sympathetically at the sight of his daughter, who is taking in the classroom with big, wide eyes. “Mine’s the one with glasses, who is very impatiently waiting for a turn at the train table.”

You spend the next few minutes chatting with Aaron, commiserating over the bittersweet challenge of watching your child start school. You both agree that the teacher seems wonderful—kind, approachable, and genuinely invested in the kids. 

“Daddy,” A sweet, soft voice says. “Nobody wants to be my friend.” You watch with a squeeze in your heart how nervous the little girl, Ella, you learned, looks. Aaron sighs, leaning down to talk to his daughter, and your eyes shift to Henry, who is chatting to anyone willing to listen.

You call his name, and when he glances up, you gesture for him to come over.

“Yeah, mumma?” Henry comes to meet you where you're bent down, slotting himself into your side as he watches Ella sniffle into her dad's shoulder.

It doesn’t take long after the introductions for Ella’s tears to dry, replaced by infectious giggles as she and Henry build towering block structures, only to gleefully knock them down again.

“Thank you,” Aaron murmurs, his gaze fixed on Ella, sitting on the floor in front of you both with Henry, before he glances at you. “I wasn’t sure how I’d manage to leave for work knowing she was so upset.”

“It was no problem,” you shrug, your voice soft. “I know today’s been tough.”

You’re so absorbed in watching Henry and Ella that you don’t notice Aaron’s gaze lingering on you, appreciatively taking you in, or how his eyes flick to your left hand, searching for any sign of a ring. But James notices. He’s just barely made it in the door after his call, and the moment his eyes land on you and Aaron, a flicker of something dark passes over his face. His jaw tightens, his posture stiffening as he stands in the doorway, feeling the jealousy pool in his stomach.

Aaron leans in, his proximity crossing into uncomfortable territory—you don’t seem to notice, though—as he points to something across the classroom. James, already tense, steps forward, irritation clear in his movements—he’s had enough of watching someone else make an attempt to flirt with you, and it’s barely been thirty seconds.

“I’m sorry, darling. The call took longer than I expected.” He murmurs, his arm slipping around your waist. The warmth in his voice makes your face brighten, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

“That’s alright.” You murmur, that lovestruck look settling on your face as you gaze at him. For a brief moment, you forget that you were in the middle of a conversation, so distracted by the feeling of James’ touch.

“Oh! This is Aaron—his daughter Ella is playing with Henry.” You gesture toward Ella before flashing Aaron a smile. “And this is James—”

“—Her husband.” James interjects, his tone sharp as he extends his hand. Your jaw drops in surprise as you turn to him, shock written across your face.

Aaron hesitates for a moment, then takes James’ hand, his expression unreadable. “Nice to meet you, mate,” he says, his voice steady, though there’s an uncomfortable edge to it.

A few minutes of brief conversation pass, and it's clear Aaron isn't nearly as warm with James present as he was when it was just you. Sensing the tension, you feel a wave of relief when the teacher announces it's time for parents to say their goodbyes and head out. You and James shower Henry with kisses and smother him in hugs, reluctant to let him go, before finally saying your goodbyes.

James hopes you’ve forgotten his jealous remark, but as soon as you get in the car, you turn to him, shaking your head with an amused smile.

“My husband? How will you explain that when he finds out you lied?” You snort, glancing expectantly at James.

“Listen, love,” he starts, his tone defensive, “you should’ve seen the way he was looking at you. He checked if you were wearing a ring!”

“I don’t care,” you reply, buckling yourself in with a soft, sincere smile. “The only man I care about is you.” You hum playfully, adding, “Even if he did kind of look like you.”

James scoffs, his eyes flicking to you. “He absolutely did not,” he mutters, his tone defensive. “I’m way better looking.” When you don’t respond, he glances at you again, a hint of panic creeping in. “Right?”

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[woaza]

Hi hi! I am so glad to see more delico's nursery fic, especially from you!! It's a crime the fandom is so small. Lately, I have been obsessed with Gerhard and devouring all your fics like a gourmet meal. Could you write about him being married to a high-position officer (like being part of the High Executive of the Blood Police)? So she is really strong and her true strength lies in her exceptional combat skills, strategic mind, and emotional resilience. Kinda like Mikasa Ackerman level AHAHAHAH I am just a sucker for strong lady :DD I hope you don't mind this long request and remember to take care of yourself!!!

Gerhard x Fem!Officer

Contains : Headcannons!

Word count : 4k

Warnings : Slight mentions of violence in a job setting, Gerhard really ‘appreciating’ readers fit figure, Gerhard a little sexiest? Also not double read through for grammar mistakes.

A/n : I’m so so so happy you like my fics! I’m sorry for the wait on your request. I hope you enjoy it.

— Gerhard was podstivly stunned. When he first saw you. You shook him to his core a bit for sure. You’re very being conflicting with his base beliefs. Such a strong figure and energy you carried. And your a women in the blood police? Why would a woman as beautiful as you want to work in such a violent occupation? Let alone a high executive? Yeah he definitely has his eyes on you.

He saw you at the agency in your Uniform. Badges run down your coat, you boots clicking across the tile as you walked. Not speaking or even giving him a second glance. His eyes visibly widened and he caught his breath, only slightly. Choosing to not let it affect him. Yet for some reason after that one close encounter in the small hallway he started to notice you more often. That’s how your whole romance with the stern man started, his shock.

— After that consider Gerhard your devoted husband. Yeah he was hooked. You didn’t spare him a second glance? Probably didn’t even know who he was other than one of the agencies detectives? Long story short, he ended up over working himself just for even a glance or head nod from you until you and him finally got a proper introduction.

— Lord Fra is a man of a certain cut. He only likes to see things his way. His wife, you, being one of the voices of reason in his life. He listens to you. Like really listens. Never in a million years would he ask anyone for help on a classified assignment but you. Each time he’s stumped you always seem to have an idea or solution, your intelligence without a doubt is his favorite feature about you.

He sits in his chair clutching onto the documents scattered across his desk. The fire place cracking loudly, much to his annoyance. How sometimes he wished he could simply sit in pure silence. This case had him almost completely stumped. His eyebrows furrowed so deep that it seemed as his skin would permanently crease. A the door gently creeks open and you strut into the room. “Still on the Mr.Morhead case?” Walking behind him and leaning over his shoulder. Your hands moving to rest on either side of his neck. He does nothing but grumble a bit. “Did you check with his wife, I haven’t seen a file or report come though about her yet?” You whisper quietly, patiently as you scan over the papers. His eyes widen, he wasn’t aware or even informed the man was married. You always seemed to point out little details he missed. It may seem like it annoys him, but don’t be fooled. He loves it.

— He could rave and rave about your mind for days. Unlike other women he’s tried to pursue you are by far the most extraordinary.

— Will go out of his way just to catch a glimpse of you, even if it’s a second. Sometimes you spend early mornings in the Garden with Angelico and one of the house maids. Even though the South wing hall is completely out of his way when he’s leaving for work, he will walk through that because it’s the only one with windows facing the area of the garden your drink your morning tea in. It literally a brief moment and completely out of his way, but he makes the effort.

— Further on that, everything about you to him is perfect. Nothing less for the head of the house Fra. In the weekend evenings when you go in for a bath, ignoring how it improper it is. He likes to help you undress for your bath. His eyes locked onto your lean muscles. Your body a work of art, showing every hour that you’ve put into your work. He finds your dedication extremely attractive.

— Never can beat you in chess, it’s drives him a bit mad. Your ability to always be one step ahead of him is simply humbling. Which is a hard feeling for him to be grapple with. ‘Lord Fra being beaten by his wife in a simple game of chess?’ He can practically hear people say (which no will never know of it and he’ll be sure of that) and it’s embarrassing for him. Then he look up at you sitting across the board heavily contemplating your next move, “oh yes, that’s my wife… the general and head of command.” It makes his fragile ego feel better.

—In the end you never ever cease to amazing and will never admit it, but worships the very air your breath. 

A/n #2: sorry this was a little short! Hope you enjoyed it! Maybe I’ll have to elaborate on this more. I liked this request a lot!

[erideights]

With my 6th sense. (1)

Pairing: Hunter x fem! jedi reader

Rating: this is the first chapter let's take it slow

Wordcount: 2.2K

Chapters: (2) (3) (4)* (5)* (*not posted yet)

Warnings and tags: use of (Y/N) but I keep it as minimum as possible tho my writing style is in 3rd person, so it's a bit difficult! apart from that none really, just introduction to the story, slight mentions of war maybe, but i can already tell you, this will be an ''i hate you-to-love you'' (calling them enemies doesn't really fit in)

Summary: (This story happens about around a year before The Bad Batch is introduced in The Clone Wars) Another day, another suicide mission for the squad. This time commanded by a jedi general they've never hear about.

A/N: I'm back after MONTHS with a new hyperfixation and no one can stop me. I'm jumping really late to TBB ship but I guess I would give it a try. Or write it for myself. As always, I'll make it a small series, and I hope all of you will enjoy it ♥ (my main language is not english so sorry if there are some mistakes)

Side note: PLEASE read the intro with the voice of The Clone Wars intro, thanks.

Coruscant!

In the aftermath of the Republic's recent defeat in the growing war in the outer rim, the Jedi Order finds itself at a crossroads, and generals such as Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and (Y/N) convene to strategize their next move in a desperate bid to stop the advance of the Separatist invasions. As they discuss their next course of action, each voice carries the weight of the galaxy's fate. For the Republic's survival hangs in the balance, and only through unity and courage can they hope to emerge victorious against the relentless onslaught of their enemies.

"Feels like they can predict our every move," Master Mace Windu exhales, his eyes glued to the holomap of the base, his hand thoughtfully stroking his chin. The dim light of the briefing room casts a stern shadow on his face, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"And it's not just that," Obi-Wan interjects, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and concern. "During our last mission, Anakin and I encountered a new type of battle droid..." He sighs heavily, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the memory. His eyes narrow as he recalls the encounter. "This droid kept its distance, observing us while we dealt with all the others. By the time it engaged, it had analyzed, memorized, and adapted to our combat patterns. It knew exactly how to dodge our attacks and counterattack almost instantly."

"Are you serious?" (Y/N) asks, her brows furrowed in disbelief, crossing her arms over her chest. That sounds like a nightmare. Sure, a sniper could take it out from a distance, but up close? For them Jedi, trained in close combat, it could be a real pain in the ass.

"Yeah, and that's putting it mildly," Obi-Wan replies, his voice tinged with worry. "Anakin believes it's still in the development phase. The droid's assembly was far from perfect, almost like it was a prototype. But if they keep working on it, refining it... it could become a serious threat."

The room falls into a tense silence, so thick it almost feels suffocating. The three Jedi and Commander Cody, standing to Obi-Wan's right and always ready to offer some tactical advice, know what this means: if they want to halt the development of these new droids, or at least stay a step ahead, they need to steal the blueprints, and the Separatist droid blueprints are securely kept in…

"Looks like one lucky squad’s gonna have the great honor of infiltrating Serenno," the younger Jedi breaks the silence with a touch of sarcasm, tapping a few buttons on the holo-map to display the planet in question. Almost unexplored, impossible to get ships close enough to scan it completely.

"That’s too reckless," Windu comments immediately.

"It’s a suicide mission," Obi-Wan agrees.

"It’s risky, but not impossible."

"You spend way too much time with Anakin."

"Actually, Anakin spends too much time with me," she corrects with a playful smirk, crossing her arms again and leaning back against one of the control panels behind her.

"If I may…" Cody interjects, stepping forward and nodding to formally request the floor. Windu acknowledges him with a nod of his own. "A mission like this needs a small team. No more than four or five soldiers, with one of you leading. And I know just the squad for the job."

"The 501st?" Windu asks, his brow raised, well aware of the battalion’s formidable reputation.

"No," Cody shakes his head, his helmet tucked under his left arm. "Clone Force 99. I've worked with them before. They’re elite commandos, defective clones with desirable and really convenient mutations. Their success rate on high-risk missions is 100%."

"But...?" (Y/N) catches a deep, well hidden hint of hesitation in the commander's voice and refuses to let it slide. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side to scrutinize him closely.

"But," Cody clears his throat, aware of how his words might sound for the Jedi, "let’s just say they’re an unconventional squad. Their methods don’t exactly mesh well with captains, commanders, or generals who aren’t flexible or willing to...improvise on the fly, or disregard orders from above."

"That description sounds vaguely familiar," Obi-Wan remarks, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he blatantly turns his head to look at her. She purses her lips and shrugs, as if the comment had nothing to do with her peaceful persona.

"I just like being practical, and let’s be honest, plans usually never work out as we would like them to. Following orders isn’t always the best option on the table when the situation becomes a life or death type of scenario."

"I think we’ve found the perfect person to lead this mission," Obi-Wan concludes, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

(Y/N) and Obi-Wan then turn their gaze towards Windu, who appears to be deeply pondering the situation. It’s a dangerous mission, far too dangerous. Infiltrating Serenno could be compared to a Separatist squadron trying to infiltrate Coruscant right now. Reckless, not worthy at all. And even though she has proven her capabilities time and again, earning the respect of the Jedi Council since before she was knighted, this exceeds the usual risks they take. But at the same time, if they don't do it, they could lose more than just a squad—and with bad luck, a Jedi.

"Go ahead," Windu finally says, his tone decisive.

"Great, infiltrating the heart of enemy territory is always my favorite kind of mission," she quips, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, a smirk tugging at her lips.

...

"I had no clue there were defective clones out there," Obi-Wan remarks, arms folded, his gaze scanning the distant skyline of Coruscant from the base.

"Me neither, but the whole idea of working with a bunch or weird, mutant clones sounds fascinating," (Y/N) replies without missing a beat, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes as she contemplates leading such an unconventional mission. She's still one of the few Jedi without a permanent legion or squad under her command, always bouncing from one assignment to another, going wherever she's needed as reinforcement. A bit like the 99, Cody thinks, observing both Jedi with a smile playing on his lips.

"You're about to find out just how interesting they can be, General."

And as if his statement was a cue and they were living in a movie, a shuttle rockets onto the landing pad, causing chaos among the ground crew. Its engines roar as it touches down, sending crates of military gear flying through the air like confetti at a parade.

"Someone just lost their flight rights." She mutters, a wide grin spreading across her face. Obi-Wan -ever so subtle- smirks beside her, wondering which of those so-called elite defective clones managed to botch a landing so badly. Did they miss their flying lessons?

The ramp of the shuttle, which she discovers it's heavily customized now that she can take a better look at it, slowly lowers, revealing four individuals waiting to come out, each more particular than the last. Their armor, adorned in black and red, seems customized to what (Y/N) guesses are their individual strengths and quirks.

The first one down the ramp, still wearing his helmet, glances around as if assessing the potential damage done to the landing pad. From his body language alone, she would expect him to be the genius who managed that landing. What she doesn’t expect, though, is his face under the helmet. Actually, none of theirs.

"Well, they certainly don’t look like clones," Obi-Wan comments a bit louder than intended, but he's right. They all share a distant resemblance to the regular clones—maybe like... distant cousins—but if they weren’t in the army, you’d never guess they were clones at all. Each one of them is… unique, and they’ve already piqued (Y/N)’s curiosity even before a proper introduction.

"Commander," one of them greets Cody as soon as the squad reaches them, raising a hand to shake his own. His long, dark, wavy hair is already distinctive enough, but his tattooed face really adds to his intimidating persona. He truly looks like someone who could kill you in a matter of seconds if he wanted to. 

"Good to see you, Sergeant. It’s been a while. This is Jedi General (Y/N)," Cody introduces her, and she nods at them with a charming small smile plastered on her face. "She'll be leading this suicide mission and will be your only reinforcement this time."

It might just be her imagination, really, but she could swear the clone Cody referred to as sergeant is not exactly happy with the sudden news about the mission’s command. Feeling as if a speeder had just run over her a thousand parsecs per hour, and judging by the way he suddenly looks her up and down to the speed of light, silently analyzing her, she'd say this strong feeling of rejection she perceives through the Force, comes from him.

Awh, she didn’t even open her mouth yet and she’s already made a new friend. How cute.

"General," he nods politely, like any good soldier would have done, but with this… noticeable detachment in his manner. "Sergeant Hunter of Clone Force 99. These are Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair." He introduces his team one by one, each giving the Jedi a quick glance and a nod.

‘’Let me guess,’’ she starts, biting the inside of her cheek before pointing with one of her right fingers to each one of them. ‘’you’re fast and probably have better sight or hearing. You, on the other hand, are the smart one.’’ The jedi refers to Tech, who is clearly and unashamedly the brains of the squad. Those glasses and the datapad he constantly checks? A walking stereotype. He nods in agreement, tho, while Hunter tries to roll his eyes without being noticed. And miserably fails, but she doesn’t pay attention to it. ‘’You’re the strong one, and you’re the sniper.’’ And she’s sure she doesn’t need to point out why, how, she knows that; the target tattoo around his eye blatantly giving him away.

"Wait, you're a Jedi?" Wrecker, the burliest of the group and seemingly the cute, dumb one, asks with a hint of disbelief as he eyes her hair and attire. She quickly realizes that her dark and tactical outfit—cargo pants, military boots, a snug top with protective padding on her shoulders and a tight vest—doesn't exactly scream "Jedi." But she's always been more comfortable on the front lines than behind the clones she commands, and a robe would just get in the way during a fight. Obi-Wan's still not happy about that.

"Yeah, last time I checked," she replies with a smile, his enthusiasm infectious as she meets Wrecker's gaze. His expression widens, as happy and excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Isn't that awesome, Sergeant? We're gonna see some of those Force tricks up close," Wrecker adds eagerly, nudging his fellow clone.

"Yeah, awesome," Hunter mutters, seemingly uninterested in the conversation as he quickly changes the subject. What's his problem? "So, General, what kind of death trap are we heading into this time?"

"I'll fill you in on all the details on our way; the journey will be long," She answers, shrugging nonchalantly, her hands clasped behind her back.

"Then let's get going!" Wrecker exclaims again, and his whole squad follows him back to the shuttle after a quick farewell to Cody. (Y/N) can't help but notice the way the proclaimed sergeant's eyes lingered on her for just a couple seconds before turning away, wondering about the coldness she feels emanating from him towards her. If their paths had crossed on another mission, she would have remembered, and even so, she's always the life of the party on any mission! She might take offense if she wasn't used to not fitting in even among her own. At least, she tells herself as she exhales a soft sigh, he's attractive, so she'll deal with the mission and his shitty attitude by enjoying his pretty face as a reward for her outstanding patience.

"You're staring," Obi-Wan scolds her under his breath, witnessing their previous interaction, giving the younger Jedi a gentle elbow nudge.

"Being a Jedi means not getting attached, not gouging your eyes out and depriving yourself of good views," she responds without missing a beat, smiling charmingly at him. She's so cheeky, Obi-Wan thinks to himself, exactly like her old master, Kit Fisto.

"Ah, -I completely forgot-, wait!" The Jedi calls out to Clone Force 99, causing everyone to freeze and turn to look at her. "Before we go, you guys need to change your clothes."

The clones look at each other, confused. Wrecker is the first to speak up. "What’s wrong with our gear?"

She steps forward, arms crossed. "Nothing if you want to stick out like a rancor in a china shop. We're going undercover."

Hunter narrows his eyes slightly, not exactly liking what he just heard. "And what exactly do you suggest, General?"

She smirks, his reluctance kinda funny to her. "Something a bit less... militaristic. Follow me, I'll show you where you can get changed."

Wrecker shrugs, clearly unfazed. "As long as I don't have to wear a dress," he jokes, eliciting a low chuckle from Crosshair. ''those never have pockets, and I need to carry some grenades.''

Hunter, on the other hand, remains stoic, his gaze fixed on the jedi, his now general during this mission. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—doubt, maybe even distrust—but he nods. "Lead the way."

And as they do as being told, Obi-Wan falls into step beside her. "You sure about this?"

She nods, her expression determined. "Absolutely, what could go wrong?"

[samcrosfaith]

A LITTLE LOST 𝟬𝟮| 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨

Happy Lowman x fem!oc

You can find the introduction chapter and chapter one here, just click on it. You can also find them, and all the future chapters, in my masterlist {pinned post!}

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in future chapters!

a/n; I promise Happy will finally appear in the next chapter. I just had to get this story started in a somewhat logical way. I hope you enjoy! 🤎

word count; 2900

IT WAS TWO DAYS LATER, two days after Juice and Jax made a horrifying discovery, when four speechless men stood across the street from the burger restaurant, shock and fascination etched into their faces.

"Shit man, that's creepyᅳ and it takes a lot to freak me out", Tig spoke first, his hands prepped on his hips, eyes covered by dark sunglasses. "Death seems prettier than everᅳI'd definitely tap that."

"What the hell, man?" Jax' face twisted in disgust, he snapped his head to the side to glare at Tig. "It's still Hap's Old Lady, have some respect."

"Did he ever have respect?" Juice asked from the left, a sigh leaving his lips. But for a brief moment the slightest grin crossed his features. "I don't think he knows the word respect when there's someone with two legs and a hole he could use."

"Hey, we don't talk about women like that." Tig smacked the back of Juice' head, shaking his head as if he hadn't started it. "Have some respect."

"Boys, enough", Chibs' thick Scottish accent interrupted the little teasing game, earning a grateful look from Jax as his serious gaze landed on the three men. "What d' we do now? Go inside and talk t' her? Juicy? Did ye' check her records?"

"I did", the Puerto Rican nodded, not exactly enthusiastically as he tilted his head to the side. "No one by the name of Josephine Lowman works hereᅳ but a Josephine O'Connell."

"That's her maiden name", Jax thought aloud, rubbing a hand down his face as he let out a deep sigh. "What the hell is this? She was declared dead. Hell, Happy saw her, checked for himself because he didn't believe the doctors."

"Since she's officially declared dead, tha' explains why she uses her maiden name", Chibs also thought out loud, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared thoughtfully through the large window into the burger restaurant, still fascinated by watching someone who was actually dead. "We need t' find out how that's possible, what really happened t' Josy."

"How? We can't just ask her", Juice stated matter-of-factly, uncertainty flashing in his brown eyes. All he wanted was to talk to Josy, to hug his very much alive best friend, to tell her how glad he was that she was still here. "Besides, I can't believe she would ever do this to Happy; letting him suffer and allᅳ that's not like her at all."

"Well, she didn't recognize me, which means she must've suffered some kind of memory loss", which was the only logical explanation in Jax' eyes.

"Or she just faked her death", Tig said dryly as he took off his sunglasses, shrugging his shoulders. "We're going in there now and talk to her."

"Tig!" Jax called after the man, but the man with the black curls was too determined and already halfway across the street, which gave the others no choice and practically forced them to follow him, which all three did with a shake of their heads.

The bell above the door rang as the four bikers entered the restaurant and attracted different glances. Glances that they had long been used to. They looked around carefully until Josy finally appeared, with a sweet smile on her lips that everyone could still remember.

"I know why Hap fell in love with her", said Chibs, without sounding creepy in any way. It was no secret how beautiful Josy was.

"Yeah, she really was a jackpot", Juice agreed wistfully, clearing his throat as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Or still is..apparently."

It was so strange to see the young woman alive, and yet it was a huge relief, a shock in a good way.

As the four men stood in the middle of the restaurant, still considering how exactly they should address Josy, she was already heading towards the small group, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Can I help you?", she asked, polite as always. "If you're looking for a table, I can offer you one over there", she added, spinning around to point to the free table.

"You can help us, darlin'", Jax began, trying his best to hide his fascination as he spoke to the redhead. "Can you give us five minutes of your time? We have a few questions."

"Uh..Iᅳ I'm working right now." The redhead clutched the menu card to her chest, swallowing nervously. Why did four bikers want to talk to her? "Maybe our manager can help?"

"No, we need t' talk to ye', lass." Chibs stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Josy's shoulder, but removed it quickly when the young woman tensed up. "Sorry, sweetheart", he apologized sincerely. "We just have t' figure somethin' out, ye' know? It won't take more than five minutes."

"We really don't want to cause any trouble, we just want to talk." Juice sent a warm smile in Josy's direction, also stepping a little closer. "Would you give us a moment?"

Somehow the redhead managed to relax at the younger man's smile but she didn't know why. But what she did know was that she should be much more intimidated, much more worried, about the fact that four men from a biker club wanted to talk to her.

Were they old clients from her dad? Maybe they had hired him as lawyer and her father managed to piss them off somehowᅳ which wouldn't be the first time Arthur had angered someone to the point they were seeking for some kind of revenge.

But if there was one thing Josy wasn't, it was judgmental. Her sweet nature, her kindness, would probably, hopefully, always stay a part of her.

"Okay", she said finally, exhaling loudly. Apparently it really did seem important and her curiosity was piqued. "Five minutes, that's all I can do."

"Thanks, lass", Chibs nodded sincerely, as did the other three men. "Maybe we should sit down for tha', I think tha' would be better for all of us."

As if everything wasn't confusing enough already, an uneasy feeling was now brewing in the pit of her stomachᅳ a strange feeling that she couldn't quite shake off.

Josy, her beautiful freckle-covered face framed by her ginger strands, nodded slightly before leading the small group to the free table in a quiet corner and waited until everyone had slid into the booth to take a seat.

Pulling a chair from another table, she placed it in front of the table and slowly plopped down onto it, asking her colleague, who had just scurried past with a slightly confused look, to take over her tasks for a moment.

"Are you okay?", asked the brunette, her voice lowered as she placed a protective hand on Josy's shoulder.

"She's fine, doll", Tig winked with his typical smirk while his eyes checked out the beautiful woman. "I'd feel even better if you sat down too."

"Tig", Jax warned, glaring at the man once again. "Not now."

"Creep", the brunette scoffed; in contrast to Josy, she had a quick tongue.

Clearly amused, Tig raised his hands in the air. "I'm sorry, doll, sometimes I can't keep my mouth shut when I see a pretty face."

"Oh my God, here we go", Juice muttered under his breath, only able to shake his head at Tig's boldness.

"That's enough", Chibs grumbled, a certain vibration in his voice as he saw how uncomfortable and uncertain Josy's expression suddenly seemed. "I'm sorry, lass. My friend here can't control himself sometimes."

"It's okay", the redhead murmured before giving her colleague and friend a reassuring look. "I'm okay, thanks Summer."

"Good." The brunette shot the men a warning look, each and every one of themᅳ although she sheepishly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear at the Puerto Rican, who gave her an apologetic smile before her features turned hard again and she was pointing a scolding finger at them. "Keep your hands to yourself, all of you!"

Josy watched her friend with a small smile, grateful for her boldness, before she looked back at the men. "What could four bikers want from me? How about one of you finally gives me an explanation?"

"Nothing would please me more, darlin'," Jax winked as he shot her his signature smile, his broad shoulders sinking against the orange cushion of the seat. "Your name is Josephine, right?"

"You know my name?" Swallowing the forming lump in her throat, Josy shifted nervously in her seat. "How? I don't know any of you."

"Yes, yes ye' do, lass", Chibs explained with a sigh, his tone calm and reserved. Freaking her out even more wasn't what he wanted. "We know how absurd that sounds, and we'll understand if ye' throw us out in a minute, but give us a chance t' explain everythin', aye?"

"This is getting really weird, I hope you know that", the young woman uttered as she crossed her arms. "What do you want from me?"

"You died a little over one and a half year ago. At least that's what we thought." Tig dropped the bomb before they could make the woman any more nervous, empathy in his tone as he spoke. "And you were married to one of our brothersᅳ that's why we're here."

"I know this sounds crazy", Jax said immediately, his hands resting on the surface of the white table as a frown took over his face. "But it's the truth. At least if you're Josephine O'Connell, born in Roseville on October 10th, 1984. Is that right?"

Josy's lips opened and closed so many times that she would probably get a jaw cramp later, but not once did she utter a word. Instead, an almost hysterical-sounding chuckle slipped past her lips, a sea of emotion pooling in her eyes.

"And you are the mother of a one-year-old girl", Juice explained calmly, sympathy in both his voice and his eyes as he could see the deep shock cross Josy's face. "Well, she's one and a half now, looks just like you. Same red hair and all", he added with a beaming smile. "Her name's Esmee."

"Stop..please..", Josy whispered, sheer horror in her eyes as she listened to the words they were saying. "This has to be a bad joke. A sick, fucked up joke."

Suddenly her chest felt tight, as if someone was squeezing it. Her heart was beating so hard against her ribcage that she could feel it in her throat while the blood rushed through her veins faster than ever before, sending a feeling of dizziness to her head.

"We wish it was just a bad joke, believe me." Jax leaned over the table a little as he was the one sitting closest to Josy. The redhead looked as if she was about to pass out, so Jax put a strong hand against her arm just in case. "Are you okay? Is there anything we can do?"

Her head snapped up, astonished and partly speechless, she stared at the blonde man. "You wanna know if I'm okay?"

The hysterical laughter that sounded from the back of her throat sent a chill down the guys' spines. "You didn't seriously just ask me that, did you?"

"Josy", Juice began, trying to grab Josy's hand from the other side of the table as the redhead's breath faltered and she slowly began to hyperventilate. But the girl pulled her hand back in fright, a film of tears now covering her eyes, shattering Juice' heart. "You have to believe us, please. We may do a lot of questionable things, but joking about things like thatᅳ that's not our style."

"Then why the hell am I here if I should be dead, huh?!", she choked out, her splayed fingers pressed against her chest as she tried to take deep breaths. "I would know if I was married and had a child! What kind of mother would forget about her own child?"

"Normally people don't, that's right", Jax noted with a sigh, feeling bad for the woman who seemed absolutely frightened and desperate. "You had an accident when you were pregnantᅳ you died, the baby, Esmee, was saved."

"Someone must've played us really good, after all you're sitting in front of us, no idea who we are", Tig continued as he leaned forward a little, his arms crossed on the table as his piercing blue eyes searched for Josy's. "And your husband is losing it the more time passes without you by his side."

"I can'tᅳ I can't believe this." The first tears rolled down her pale cheeks, which she quickly wiped away with her palms before shaking her head frantically and shooting up from her seat. Smoothing her apron, she exhaled shakily. "I had an accident, yes. And yes, I've been suffering from anterograde amnesia since it happened", she explained, the words practically bubbling out of her. "But this..", another hysterical laugh fell over her lips. "This is absolutely crazy."

"Who told ye' all of tha', lass? Who was there after you woke up?", Chibs asked urgently as he also stood up without getting too close to the redhead. She was already upset and frightened enough, almost seeming like a little deer without a mother. "Can ye' at least remember what happened after the accident?"

"My family, who else?" All of this was too much for her, her brain no longer able to process all the information that she didn't even know if it was true. "I'm sorry, Iᅳ I can't do this."

"Josy, please!" Jax was the first to grab Josy's arm, causing the young woman to defend herself and yank her arm out of his grasp before stumbling two steps backwards, which caught the attention of the other employees and guests.

"Don't touch me", the redhead snarled, which wasn't normally her style. But at the moment she was so overwhelmed that all she wanted to do was to run away. "Leave me alone, all of you. I don't know what kind of sick game this is, but play it with someone else!"

"You heard her", the brunette from before intervened after she had immediately rushed over to her clearly upset friend, her gaze stern and warning. "You better leave now before I get the managerᅳ or before I call the police."

"Alright." Jax threw his hands in the air with a sigh while Chibs scribbled something down on a napkin. "Come on guys, let's go."

There was no point in staying here. In hindsight, someone would actually call the cops and they didn't need that at the moment. After fourteen months inside, a police station was the last place they wanted to see right now. Maybe they would try again in a few days, outside the restaurant.

"It was nice to see you again though", Jax added sincerely, wistfulness in his blue eyes before he shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded the guys over.

"If ye' change yer' mind", Chibs shoved the napkin into the small pocket on Josy's apron, an almost fatherly smile grazing his lips. "That's the address of our clubhouseᅳ ye' can visit us there anytime."

Josy's body stiffened, the muscles under her skin slowly began to burn from all the tension. Still, she didn't miss how calm she became when the man with the scars on his face shot her that smile. It felt familiar, but she couldn't remember ever having seen the man before.

"We'd love to hear from you." Juice was also back on his feet by now, suppressing the urge to hug his best friend with all his might. Still, he gently bumped her shoulder with his as he walked past her, smiling at her. "It's a relief to know that you're alive."

Tig was the last to walk past the women, giving Josy a warm smile before winking at the brunette, Summer. "You can join her if your friend decides to come by."

"Jesus, you're not giving up, huh?" Slightly annoyed, the brunette rolled her eyes, comfortingly rubbing her friend's arm as she watched the four men reluctantly leave the restaurant. "What a bunch of freaks."

The guests forgot about the incident quicker than expected and went back to their food while business continued as normal. Summer, on the other hand, led Josy into one of the back rooms so her friend could have a quiet moment.

"Do you need something?", asked Summer, concern evident in her tone as Josy slowly sank into a chair. "Want me to call Debbie?"

"No, please don't", Josy answered quickly, not in the mood to have to explain all of this to her sister right now. "I'm okay, Summer. You can go back to work."

The brunette raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, thank you", Josy assured with a weak smile and a nod, watching her colleague leave the room with a shrug and a sigh.

Only then did Josy reach for the napkin in her apron and stare thoughtfully at the address. Maybe she should look into it. If there was any chance that there was any truth behind what the men had said, then she wanted to know. Above all, she wanted to know why her father and sister, who supposedly only wanted the best for her, had lied to her.

Maybe, just maybe, she would take a little trip to Charming this weekend.

[villainsview]

All stories start somewhere, but the beginning isn’t always as interesting, so let’s cut right to the chase. That’s also my name, Chase Fetcher, but you’ll find most people just call me Fetch. Now, let’s rush over the important stuff you need to know. * I got my medical degree in the army; * I found out black market organ trade pays much better than a monthly salary; * I got busted and lost everything, but people still wanted my services; * I’m a quick study and expanded my expertise; * Now I’m a modern-day mercenary specialised in kidnapping, “gentle” persuasion, organ harvesting and...waste disposal.

Such goes Fetch's introduction in the first chapter of Villain's View!

Welcome, dear reader, to the VV dedicated blog, where I shall slowly repost each chapter of VV onto tumblr for better readability and accessibility because DeviantArt's mobile access is garbage 🗑️

Some CW: This story contains several uncomfortable themes including: kidnapping, murder, torture, SA, abuse, neglect, blood and gore.

In other words: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

Below you'll find the masterlist that will (eventually) link all chapters together. Further down, you'll find extra info on some of the characters, VV-related WIPs I'm working on, other VV-related (crossover) series, mini-series, one shots and information regarding requests.

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Villain's View

Chapter 1 - All Stories Start Somewhere

Chapter 2 - The Blood Under My Nails

Chapter 3 - That's Life

Chapter 4 - It Takes Guts

Chapter 5 - Dig Deep

Chapter 6 - Hit The Road Jack

Chapter 7 - Country Roads...Sorta

Chapter 8 - Take Me Home?

Chapter 9 - Good Soup

Chapter 10 - Don't Go

Chapter 11 - Just Fine

Chapter 12 - Not So Fine

Chapter 13 - Not Fine At All

Chapter 14 - Fine, But...

Chapter 15 - Trust

Chapter 16 - All Stories End Sometime

Villain's View Characters

Main characters:

Chase Fetcher

Erick James

Prominent side characters:

Peter Allard

Matthew Bishop

Keira Thorne

Jack Garland

Tito Rana

Jonas

Ethel

Others:

Mike Tracy

Harrison James

Mercedes Grant

Victim's View: Some Stories Continue - the long-awaited sequel to Villain's View!

Your Move - crossover AU by @scarletfish8eta (complete!) My Move - the thrilling sequel (complete!) Our Move - the chaotic conclusion (complete!) Consequences - the brainrot was real (in progress...) Polycule Harem College Murder Mystery Sitcom (AU) - ...long story (in progress...) Fantasy AU - Where VV and the whole YM plot make a brief cameo (in progress...)

Long story short: Consequences is an AU sequel to the YMO AU and the poly harem college AU is an AU sequel to Consequences.

Medwhump May 2024 - A medical whump event where I chose to focus on the VV universe on my event participation blog: @whumpsmith-participates

The Demona Case The Marz Case The Aquara Case The Carter-McLaughlann Case (scrapped) YMO Xmas Special Dilf in Distress

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[lesbianhotch]

you walk by and i fall to pieces

notes: i could not help myself!! frankie meet cute! frankie x fem reader, some dancing, drinking, santi being a rascal

If Frankie’s learned anything in this life, it’s that it’s not polite to stare.

His mother had grilled it into him, a pinch on the back of his arm in the grocery line as a little boy.

“Francisco, it’s rude to stare.”

“Why?”

“Because people don’t like to be stared at, that’s why.”

He’d spent most of his adult life with his cap pulled down as far as it could go, avoiding eye contact with others. In a line of work where he didn’t want to call attention to himself, he learned how to blend in, keep his eyes forward. 

So really, he doesn’t mean to be staring at you, but he doesn’t really think he can help it.

Truthfully, he wasn’t in the mood to go out tonight, but saying no to Santi wasn’t really something that people did. 

It wasn’t one of their usual haunts, but after Benny threw a punch at some dickhead at their favorite bar last week, it’d been suggested they wait a minute before coming back.

Santi and Will glued themselves to the pool table, and Benny was good enough company until a woman asked him for a dance. He handed his drink off to Frankie without a second glance.

He’s not sure who’s in charge of the music in this place, but Frankie’s watching a fair amount of folks swaying to Patsy Cline’s ‘Fall to Pieces’, when he sees you.

A table off to the side of the self appointed dance floor, you and three friends with peanuts on the table and beers in your hands. 

You’re wearing a dress, a floral thing that is probably comfier than it looks, considering you’ve paired it with tattered boots that look like they’ve been through the ringer. The neckline shows off your collarbone, and Frankie takes a long sip of his drink as you touch your hand to your skin dramatically, likely in the throes of telling a story. Your hair shines in the light, and when you push a strand of hair behind your ear, he has a brief moment of wishing he could do it himself.

It’s as if you can sense his gaze, and you turn to meet his eyes and Frankie freezes. Guilt is his first feeling, having been caught staring, but it lessens considerably so when you blush and give him a bashful smile before turning back to face your friends.

Frankie finally let’s his eyes fall somewhere else, staring into the bottle of his half empty beer. He doesn’t realize Santi’s come back until he bumps his hip against Frankie’s, jostling him slightly. 

“Damn dude, you been standing against the bar this whole time?” 

Frankie shrugs in a non answer. 

Santi puts his empty glass on the bar, leaning on the faded wood with one elbow. “You wanna explain why you’re rooted to this spot in particular?”

Frankie wrinkles his nose, taking a sip of beer. He doesn’t want to point, doesn’t wanna be more rude than he’s already been, so he tries his best to tip his beer in your general direction. 

Santi smiles, nodding slowly. “Ahh, I see. The one with the denim right?”

Frankie shakes his head. “No, next to her. The one in the dress.”

You throw your head back and laugh at something, and the delicate curve of your neck has Frankie’s heart skipping a beat.

Santi whistles. “She’s cute, Fish. You gonna go talk to her?”

Frankie grimaces, shifting on his feet. He’s never been good at that. Scratch that, he’s good at talking. It’s the introduction that he hasn’t quite mastered yet. Santi see’s the rejection of the idea on Frankie’s face before he voices it. “Ok, then ask her to dance. Dancing is easier than talking.”

“Come on man, you know I can’t-“

“Fine.” Santi cuts him off abruptly, a smirk on his face. “Then I’ll ask her to dance.” 

Frankie narrows his eyes as Santi slowly starts to walk backwards in the direction of your table. “You fucking wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.” Santi laughs, turning around quickly on his heel and heading towards you.

Frankie’s gut burns, and yeah, today may actually be the day he kills his best friend. 

He watches as Santi politely interrupts and introduces himself. Frankie can’t hear over the music and the chatter, but he watches as your lips form what he can only assume is your name as you hold your hand out for Santi to shake.

It doesn’t take long before that soft blush is back on your cheeks, and your friends are practically pushing you out of your chair to go dance with Santi. 

Frankie watches the two of you, and as Santi slips an arm around your waist, Frankie turns around to face the bar. 

It’s your own fault, Morales. Not Santi’s problem that you can’t buck up.

He flags the bartender down for another beer, and he’s popping the cap off and taking a long pull when there’s a tap on his shoulder.

“S’cuse me?”

He turns around, half ready to chew someone out for disturbing his brooding-

and instead there’s you.

Frankie finds himself at a loss for words, completely tongue tied, so the only thing to come out of his mouth is, 

“Uh. Hi.”

You smile, seemingly charmed. You introduce yourself, your name rolling off your tongue, and it floats into Frankie’s ears like a melody. 

“So your friend told me you’re not very good at introductions, and that it might be easier if I came over on my own.” 

Frankie nods slowly, eye’s searching around for Santi, but finds he’s already fled from the scene. 

“There is some truth in that, yeah. I’m uh, Frankie, by the way.” 

“Ok Frankie, are you any better at dancing?”

Frankie chuckles at that, taking a sip of his beer before setting it on the bar. “I like to think I am.”

You hold out your hand, and when Frankie takes it, he’ll swear up and down and on the Bible that there’s an actual spark when your fingers intertwine. 

Frankie can’t place the song that’s playing, another oldie with a crooning country star that makes the whole thing feel a little surreal, like a scene from one of those romantic comedies Benny insists he “doesn’t watch”.  You knock your boots against Frankie’s as you stumble into place together, his hand around your waist and your hand in his as you start to sway side to side. 

Frankie quickly reaches up and swipes the cap off his head, folding it and shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans before returning his hand to your body. You giggle, and Frankie raises an eyebrow at you.

“Now are you laughing with me, or at me?”

“You’ve just got a bit of hat hair is all. It’s cute.” 

“Well, my ma taught me that there’s no hats at the kitchen table or when you’re trying to be a respectable gentleman.”

You laugh again, and Frankie likes the way that you seem to do so frequently and without hesitation. “And this is one of those respectable moments?” 

“I’d like it to be.”

The song fades into the next, and Frankie leads you two into a nice rhythm, his hand on your waist pulling you in just an inch closer. 

“You know-” you say after a few comfortable moments. “I was surprised when your friend came over to me, especially when I caught you staring before.” 

Frankie feels the heat in his cheeks, eyes looking towards the ground at his feet. “Yeah, Santiago is sort of the one who makes the moves. I’ve never been as good at that.” Santi sets the plans, Frankie keeps it all in check. It’s the way it’s always been. 

“So am I gonna have to go through him to get your number?”

Oh, you’re going to be trouble, that Frankie is sure of. 

His eyes come up to your face, and he can only hope he’s got the same twinkle in his eyes that he finds in yours. 

“I think I can handle that.” 

You laugh again, and when Frankie raises his arm to have you spin underneath, he can feel a few folks in the bar watch as the two of you laugh loud and dance and take up space.

Fine, Frankie thinks. Let them stare. It doesn’t bother him. 

(tagging @spacecowboyhotch and if anyone would like to be tagged in future fics, lemme know!)

[skyfallslayer]

The Darkness In Me || Story 1: The (Wo)Man Without Fear

-Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader-

Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist

🖤 Series Summary: You were shocked to find out your childhood friend turned out to be the Kingpin of the underworld, but you had to put those thoughts aside to bring him down. You were Hell’s Kitchen vigilante, its protector. There's no valid reason not to stop him. However, when your hidden feelings for him start to surface once more, how will you be able to even think about bringing him down?

🖤 Story Summary: After all these years away, you’re finally relocated back to Hell’s Kitchen, the place where you were born, a place filled with happy memories. However, the city is not what you remembered, and when your job as a detective is not enough to save it, you might have to become something more.

🖤 Date: 8/8/23

🖤 Rating: Mature

🖤 Word Count: 5,162 (Consider this an introduction)

🖤 Warning: Blood; Alcohol Consumption; Small Reference to Past Abuse; Small Reference to PTSD; Domestic Abuse (not towards Reader!); Heavy Language; Mental Breaking Point; Brief Talk of Death/Dying. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

🖤 A/N: Matt's unfortunately not in this first story, but he is mentioned repeatedly! This first story's kind of introduction to what the reader is and how HK brings the darkness out in everyone. I will say this though, pay attention to some detail because I will be doing some call backs to them throughout the series 'cause they'll be handy. I promise! Also, the reader in this story does have special abilities that you'll have to try to piece together (because I'm evil like that. Lol). Other than that, Enjoy! And let me know if I miss any kind of warnings :)

You had down your third beer in one sitting before slamming it on the counter and heavily sighing. Your coworker, or should you say ex-coworker, watched you bittersweetly for the stool next to you.

“Take it easy, L/N. I don’t want to have to drag you back home.” Max, who was also your partner in the force, said in his usual kind voice.

“What home?” You reply, waving to the bartender for another beer. “I don’t have a home anymore here, remember?”

“It’s just a figure of speech.” He frowns, worriedly. “You really that upset about moving?”

“Well, fuck yes!” You pound your fist into the counter. “I screwed up on the tiniest thing ever and I’m relocated!” You grabbed the beer that was placed in front of you. “Relocated on the other side of the country.”

This unfortunately was true; You had accidently messed something up during an important case, something that was deemed extremely small compared to everything else and your police chief still punished you. You sigh again, taking a long swig.

“Hey, at least it wasn’t like you were demoted.” Max pointed out on the bright side. “Maybe this is a good thing. Didn’t you tell me once you used to live in New York?”

You nod, slowly, painfully. “Born and pretty much raised there until eight because of my parents passing.” You’re frowned with a hint of bitterness. “Then I moved out here with my good for nothing Aunt.”

Such a pain in the ass. You cursed and took another swig.

His concern deepens. “Okay, maybe stop with the beer.”

You roll your (Y/E/C) eyes. “Ah, I’ll burn it off. Alcohol doesn’t work on me.”

“Alcohol works on everyone.”

“Yeah, but not me.” Your metabolism was too fast to get a buzz. You sigh one last time, before putting a smile on your face. “Alright. Come on, partner–” You pat him on the back. “Let’s have a little fun. It’s my last night here.”

Max seemed hesitant at first before coping your expression. He chuckles and raises his glass. “Alrighty, then. To partners in crime.”

“To partners in crime.” You repeat and clink your beverages together. And before you know it…

You’re dragging him back to his house, apologizing to his wife for his drunkenness.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The sound of the key unlocking the front door was all you were focused on until it swooped open. You stare inside as your new landlord sidesteps to give you a better view.

“Here she is.” He said as you walked in, looking around. The place was small, you expected nothing less than a New York apartment; It consisted with a decent size kitchen, living/dining area, and a bedroom with a full size bathroom. There were a few cosmetic things that could be fixed down the road but it didn’t look too bad.

“Is everything to your liking, Miss?” He asked, with a nervous tone as you nodded.

“Yeah, everything looks fine.” You reply with a small smile. You were glad that you didn’t pack too much. “Uh, Mr. Gale–” You look at him. “The moving truck should be here tomorrow. Do I… need to do anything special? Like letting you know, or…”

He shook his head. “No. As long as you know them, I don’t really care who comes in and out of here. I just need you to pay your rent on time.”

You chuckle lightly. “Will do.”

He hums and starts to leave; but not before handing over the key. “If you need anything else, you know where to find me.” 

“Thank you.” 

Once he leaves you set your purse down on the kitchen counter, and roll your suitcase into the bedroom before taking a deeper look around. Everything seemed to be clean and intact. 

Good. The last thing I need is my new home to be falling apart. You stopped to gaze out your living area window, one that gazes upon the main road and other apartments nearby. 

This kind of reminds me of my old apartment. The only place you and your parents lived in before they passed. Not in the safest of areas (not like Hell’s Kitchen had many places like that), but you still called it home. But you’ll admit that the level above yours was much nicer that made you a bit green. But that color would fade every time you met up with him. The boy just a year older (and a bit taller) than you. 

Your friend. 

Your best friend you considered once. 

Your eyes fell to the sidewalk below, nostalgia running deep.

.

.

“Come On, Y/N! I’ll race you to the bodega.” He would tease and break off into a run, laughing like the child he was.

You would always puff out your chest in annoyance, but ended up always flustered by him. “Murdock, you dummy! I’ll get you for that!!”

And sometimes you would. Sometimes you wouldn’t. Sometimes you let him win because it made your heart flutter with joy.

.

.

You smiled bittersweetly at the memory, before feeling your soul completely ache. Your friend, he never… he never…

He never wrote me back. And that was the depressing truth. 

When you had to up and leave to live with your aunt, you and him would stay in touch by being each others’ pen pals. You guys would write pretty much every week, and if your aunt allowed it, you would give each other a call. But then one day… it all stopped. No more letters or phone calls. Just complete silence. It was like he just suddenly disappeared without a trace. It was…

Bizarre.

I wonder what ever happen to him? A part of you wants to know but then another part of you wonders…

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Is it worth opening Pandora’s box?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The following day you find yourself catching your new badge as  it was flung in your direction, as the officer who’s being your “tour guide” walks sluggishly in front of you.

He waves his hand nonchalantly at you as he starts to speak. “We’ll get you fitted with a new gun later on, Miss…?” 

You tried not to eye roll as you repeated your name once again. “L/N.”

“L/N. Right.” He claps his hands together. “Okay. Uh, well… I don’t know what it was like in San Francisco for you, but I doubt it’s like anything you’re ever going to deal with here.”

You tilt your head, confused. “What do you mean?” You asked, and you followed him through a crowd of busy people in blue and business suits (who gave zero shits about trying to move out of the way as you passed). 

Seriously, we can’t just sit down and talk for a min–

He sighs loudly. “Listen, kid–”

“Kid? Where about the same–”

“New York, especially Hell’s Kitchen, is a whole other ballgame. There’s even a rumor that crime was born here, which I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s true.”

You found yourself frowning, putting your annoyance on pause (or at least pausing to feel him/the place out). “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “So whatever you do, watch your back, because even with a partner, you’re on your own.” He explained, as he entered the office area. “Speaking of which… Hey, Grimm!” 

A young looking lad looks up from his paperwork. “Yeah?”

“The new detective’s here.” He jerks his thumb in your direction. “Is Castle in at all?” 

Grimm scoffs. “When is Castle ever in?” He looks away. “Haven’t seen him since Tuesday.”

And… it’s Thursday. You thought, already getting a sour taste in your mouth.

“Let me guess–” You cross your arms and speak the truth you see in front of you. “He’s my new partner?”

“Captain Frank Castle. Ex-Marine turned Cop. He’s–”

“He’s a loose cannon.” Grimm shouts back, getting a dirty look.

“Officer Grimm!”

“What?” The young lad shrugs. “It’s true.”

Your frown deepens, the irritation you’ve been showing on and off your face all morning is starting to give you wrinkles. “So… a loose cannon?” You said, truly couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

He sighs. “He is, but he knows his shit. You’ll learn a lot from him… when he actually shows up.” He mumbled the last part as he started walking again. He soon starts pointing around as he speaks. “You’re desk’s over here, use it as you please. Castle’s is across from you. Our murder board is over there for all our ‘bigger’ crimes, and next to it is our most wanted.”

You stopped in front of the board, curiosity peaked. Your eyes scanned to the first one. “Who’s Quentin Beck?” You asked, never hearing that name before.

“Quentin Beck, used to be a normal guy who owned a carnival in the park. Everything seemed fine until we got reports of people complaining about some… strange things happening. Turns out, on his main attraction, he was using drugs that induce peoples’ fears for them to stay longer. Or… forcibly making them stay longer.”

You nearly got a chill from listening to that. “Freaky. What happened to him? You obviously didn’t catch him.”

“Disappeared when we went in for an arrest. But we didn’t get any reports that he’s left the city or this country. So, who knows if he’s even still here.” A sarcastic smug tugged on his lips. “But hey, you’re a detective, maybe you’ll bring him in.”

You tried to hold your tongue, as you narrowed your eyes. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we, Officer?”

He seemed to not like your tone as you could see his jaw clenches. “Armory’s towards the back. Help yourself.” He said with a bit of a bite, and then left.

Asshole. You wiped your expression clean as you looked back at the board. So many names and so many faces to memorize. Yet, There were some… questionable people the police were supposed to take down. 

Sure there were some scary looking ones like Sergi Kravinoff, or Adrian Toomes. Then there were others that didn’t quite look menacing, like Jefferson Davis, or someone they just dubbed “Black Cat”.

Black cat? You must have had a puzzled look on your face because Officer Grimm suddenly appeared next to you to answer all your questions.

“She may not look like much, but she’s a master thief. She’s stolen a lot of goods around the whole city.” He explains, holding out an extra cup of coffee. “Goods that are damn near irreplaceable.”

“Thanks.” You said, taking a sip of the lukewarm beverage. “So she’s hard to catch?”

“Extremely. She always slips through our fingers somehow.”

“Well that sucks.” Your eyes studied the bored again, thinking. “This city has a lot more crime than I remember.” Or maybe you just didn’t see it because you were so young, which was a strong possibility. I mean you were only eight when you were forced to live somewhere else.

The next thing you said you only could wish it fell on death’s ears as you chuckle, jokingly. “There’s so much crime here, I’m starting to think there’s a kingpin running the show–”

Grimm’s hand suddenly latched onto your wrist, pulling you to his level. “Do not say his name.” He hissed, scared as his eyes were blown wide.

Out of surprise, yours did too. “W-What?”

“Do not say his name. Do not question him.”

“Q-Question who? I was just joking.” 

It was just a joke. Why does he look so terrified? You wondered as he seems to be recollecting himself, but he shows no signs of letting you go just yet.

You look between your wrist and his eyes, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “Officer Grimm, do you think you could–”

“Listen, Detective.” He whispers, harshly. “In this city, we do things differently. And if you want any fucking chance at surviving, I suggest you follow the program. Do as you’re told, and don’t ever speak his name again. You hear me?”

You find yourself nodding out of fear, which seemed good enough for him as he finally lets go of you and walks away. You hold your bruised wrist close to you as you look away from his direction.

What in the hell– You look at the board again, looking at it in a new light.

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What in the hell was that all about?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The rest of the work day you felt like if you didn’t tread water, you were going to drown. You had to watch what you say, what you did. You felt like if you did something wrong you’d get a dagger in your back or a bag over your head. You felt like you were a step away from the guillotine. 

It made you nauseous to think about it, just enough to chew on your fingernails the whole cab ride home.

This is a fucking police department. I shouldn’t feel unsafe. 

Never in your almost nine year career had you felt unsafe in your own job (and you worked in one of the most crime ridden cities out there). Now it was almost scary to even breathe without the thought of getting another scare from Officer Grimm. 

Jesus. How the fuck am I going to even do this? You let out a sigh as you fiddled with your keys. 

And what was he so afraid of? Who was he afraid of? Or was he just… overreacting? You can only hope he was as you finally reached the top of the stairs and started heading down the hallway towards your apartment; But that’s when you heard it (or really anyone should have heard it).

A harsh slap to the face and someone yelping in surprise. 

You faltered your movements almost straight away to listen, and you noticed someone’s cries -a woman’s- and a man speaking in harsh whispers in the apartment you stopped next to. You heard some… interesting threats that set off your “detective senses”. Putting on an emotionless mask and tucking away your keys, you marched to the door and knocked loudly like you were on a house call. You immediately heard everything grow quiet inside before someone was stomping towards the door, throwing it open like they were being bothered. 

“What the fuck do you want?” The man, you say mid-30s, snapped at you with cold eyes.

Really cold eyes. They kind of remind you of…

“Thought I’d stop by and say ‘Hi’. I’m your new neighbour down the hall.” You reply, staring him dead in the face (and tucked away the creeping memory that was starting to flash before you).

He scoffs. “And?”

Without even blinking you flash your badge towards him, watching the color drain from his face. “I work with one of the HK police departments. I was coming back home when I heard something alarming. Thought I’d make sure everything was okay.” You explain, as he swallows and your eyes trail past his shoulders to a woman whose face was lingering with bruises of every color in the rainbow. “Is she okay?”

“Her?” He laughs nervously. “She’s fine. My wife’s a klutz. She was cleaning out our closet when a couple things came flying off the shelf. You know how that is. Right?”

His lie made you mentally raise an eyebrow.

Seriously, that’s the best you could come up with? You almost laughed in his face, but you had to stay professional (bit seriously, he couldn’t give you the overused excuse that she was hit by a door?).

You looked back at the wife, replying, “Is that all true, Ma’am?” You hoped that she could see that you wanted to help, that you could help. You hoped she could see the worriedness and empathy you had in your orbs. The tiny shine that gave off the word ‘beg’. 

Just say yes. Just say yes I can arrest his fucking–

She shook her head too quickly. “Y-yes. I-It’s all true. I need to be more careful.” She said, and tried to smile reassuringly (it looked so painful to even do so).

“See? She’s fine.” The husband said, all smug once more. “Thank you for your concern, but everything seems good here.”

He slams the door in your face, and he acts like you weren’t even there because he started the same shenanigans again. You find yourself clenching your fists in a way your fingernails dug into your skin (Those familiar crescent moons will surely appear tomorrow).

You clenched your own jaw, gritting your teeth and your veins grew hot. 

I can do it. You felt your blood boil/bubble, and your fingertips getting coated in a red dust; Your eyes starting to turn the same shade of cherry.

I’ve got the abilities. I’ve got the strength to break down this door. I can just… But you let yourself trail off as realization sets in.

You can’t. 

You can’t be the hero in this.

You can’t risk exposing yourself again.

You can’t be the thing that you were born as.

And you fucking hated that. 

You take a deep breath, the ones that are long and you feel the chill in your lungs. Your blood settled, the haze disappearing, the light disappearing from your pupils. When you felt and looked normal, you fished out your keys again as you forced yourself to turn a blind eye on that monster’s home.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

After checking out a café near your place, you immediately dove into your work. Since your partner seemed absent again, and nobody else seemed to want to give you any pointers, you were forced to do things on your own, to find things to keep you preoccupied for your shift. Deciding it would be the best to refamiliarize yourself with your surroundings (Since you’ve been gone for… what? Twenty years now?). You start flipping through some folders that were “hot spots” for crime. After a couple, one of them caught your eye.

An old abandoned carnival called: The Cursed Carnival of Mysterio. And who was the owner? Well that was–

Quinten Beck? You pinch your brows together in confusion. This was… interesting. 

Quinten Beck, age unknown, is still residing on the property but hasn’t been seen since– What? Now you’re even more confused. Didn’t the officer yesterday tell you something completely different? Didn’t he say that Beck hasn’t been seen in years?

You shake your head and keep reading.

Hasn’t been seen since last month with his usual meeting with Dr. Curt Connors, talking over their deal with hallucination drugs– What the fuck? Now this really wasn’t making any sense. Why would someone write this down about a criminal and not do anything? 

Shouldn’t someone have stopped this guy already if they know he’s still here? And who is Dr. Connors? You bite your thumb as you thought all of this over, trying to see if you could make any sense over this. But everything you came up with fell short. It just didn’t make any fucking sense.

Maybe… Dr. Connors is like an undercover agent? Maybe they’re waiting on getting some intel before going after Beck? That seemed like a possibility (And one you were secretly wishing was true).

I’ve got to see who this guy is. You swerve your chair to the right to get closer to your monitor, quickly loading the database. However, just as you type in his name and click enter, your screen went completely black; and you could see why. In the corner of your eye, you saw one of your coworkers had unplugged the computer like it was nothing.

You cocked your head in their direction, disbelief resting on your features.

What in the actual fu–

“It’s probably for the best if you don’t look him up.” Grimm’s voice broke through as he was suddenly standing beside you. He had the most innocent look on his face, almost like he didn’t realize what just occurred. He gives you a reassuring gaze and replies, “Dr. Connors is… nobody to worry about.”

The façade you so desperately always keep on while on the job suddenly chipped away, your anger (and a sense of betrayal) started to seep in very clearly. 

That was your cross to bear. Your hotheadedness was something you always had to keep in check, which you always managed to do. But on some occasions it would slip out without even noticing.

Kind of like right now.

You were a snake that had set its eyes on its prey.

You stand up slowly, menacingly, as you lock eyes with him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, low and cold that made his face twitch as soon as you spoke.

“W-Wh-What?” Grimm slurred, thrown off by your sudden mood change.

“I said, what’s that supposed to mean? Why shouldn’t I worry about Dr. Connors? If there really isn’t nothing, then why the fuck did my colleague over here just unplug my computer? Couldn’t you have come up to me and said something instead?” You seemed to have backed him in a corner as he paled under your intense gaze.

“W-Well… y-you seem pretty headstrong with your job, I’m sure you would have kept looking despite what we say.” He replies which was the dumbest fucking excuse you’ve ever heard (Seriously, what’s with these damn excuse all of a sudden?). 

You felt your blood starting to spike like yesterday, but you had enough control to keep your energy in check, but you couldn’t say the same thing for the venom that was trickling off your tongue into your words.

“And so what if I kept looking? Huh?” You jerk your thumb towards yourself. “I’m a detective. Even if they seem innocent it’s my job to look at even the tiniest of details until I rule them out as innocent.” Your voice starts to grow louder, turning a few heads but you didn’t care. “So what’s so wrong about me looking into this guy?”

It took his silence and a look of fear on his face to finally put the pieces together. Your state of incertitude last night had suddenly cleared like a crystal.

“Oh… I see now.” You said, a laugh was on the end of your tongue as you looked at him in bewilderment/surprise. “Let me make a guess–” You raised an eyebrow. “Am I not following ‘the program’ you spoke of?”

The whole room immediately froze and stared at you like a circus freak. Grimm paled some more as you scoffed at their reaction.

“Really?” You said, in disbelief. “You’re all taking orders from an outside source? Someone who isn’t our Commander?” Another scoff. “Oh, and let me fucking guess who that could be! Is it that Kingpin guy I was joking about yesterday?”

“Lieutenant, don’t say his name.” Grimm said, worriedly shaking his head.

“Or what? If I say it three times does he just fucking appear out of thin air? Why the fuck do we have someone using us and criminals as fucking puppets? Explain how that happened?!”

He waves his hands in defense. “Okay, okay! We will! But–” He swallows. “You’ve got to calm down first. Then once you accept the rules to the program, you can–”

“I’m not accepting whatever rules there are.” You snapped, shaking your own hand. “I’m not going to have someone other than my superior tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

“Lieutenant, if you don’t follow the rules there will be consequences. You could lose your own life, you could–”

“I’m a cop. The possibility of losing my life comes with it.”

“B-But this is different! This guy’s not someone you should mess with!”

“Then, you–” You jab your finger into his chest before waving it around. “Or anyone in this fucking room can tell this ‘Kingpin’ that if he wants me to join his little program, he’ll have to tell me himself. Face-to-fucking-face.” 

You snagged your belongings off your desk and stormed out of the office, never looking back.

Never looked back to them shaking to their core.

Never looked back as they mumbled with terror.

Never looked back as they crawled under their desk to hide.

Never looked back…

At the fucking mess you had been placed in.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You wanted to scream. 

Or maybe you did when you decided to walk home instead of a taxi to… ‘cool your head’. In fact, all that thinking might have made your mood worse. The fact that everyone in that precinct was under some guy’s thumb said it all. How were you supposed to do your job if you couldn’t do it? Who was this guy that wasn’t even allowing anybody to catch extremely dangerous criminals?

Kingpin or not, I’m not falling under your thumb. 

You enter your apartment building, walking up the stairs to the next floor when you spot your ‘lovely’ neighbour coming down with a new pep in his step, phone up by his ear.

“-on my way – Yeah – Oh, yeah. It’ll be great.” He talks loudly, nearly plowing you over as you pass.

And when he did something…

Clicked inside you.

You pause on the steps, glancing back as your neighbour starts leaving. You frown and find yourself coming up with an idea that was either the best idea ever…

Or the most treacherous one yet.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Your neighbour and his friends laughed as they flickered their cigarettes off the rooftop, landing somewhere unknown below. It was like three men reliving their teenage years. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing if your neighbour wasn’t such a shitty husband.

“Hey, man, we’re going to get more beers.” One of his friends said as they started backtracking to the door to the bar below.

“Sounds good.” Your neighbour said, lighting another bud.

The door closes, leaving him utterly alone in the dark of the night, basking in the full moon’s light. He takes a long puff from his cigarette, blowing it into the warm air, completely oblivious that you were suddenly behind him like the grim reaper.

“So this is what you do in your free time.” You said, making your voice sound deeper and lower.

He turned around quickly, finding you in head to toe black, only your eyes were exposed. He cocked his head to the side, not even showing any kind of surprise or shock. “Who the hell are you? And how’d you get up here without me hearing?”

“I’ll give you a choice. Turn yourself in or I’ll use force.” 

He scoffs. “For what?”

“For assaulting your wife.”

His face falls before swiftly turning into anger. “What the fuck are you talking about? With what proof?” You stayed silent which got him even more riled up. “Listen, whoever the fuck you are, you need to be on your merry way.”

And as soon as his hand clasped your shoulder you took a swing, which you’ll admit… you’re out of practice; Because before you know it, he’s elbowed you in the stomach before grabbing onto the back of your hoodie, and–

Pushes you off the roof.

His eyes suddenly widened at what he just did, and took a step back from the ‘crime scene’. “Oh, my god…” He covers his mouth. “Oh, my god… I just…” He shakes his head. “No. He attacked me first. This was self defense. They’ll have to believe me, they’ll–”

And then all the color seemed to drain from his body.

You were suddenly in front of him, feet nowhere near the ledge/floor of the roof.

You stare down at him, eyes starting to glow a reddish hue.

He stumbles back on the balls of his feet, trembling under your gaze. “W-W-What a-are you?” He cried, lip quivering. “H-How are you flo–”

You leaped at him before he could finish, tackling him to the ground, straddling his waist before you let loose. The anger you kept in check came undone as you struck him with your fists over, and over, and over, and over again. You struck him until his face was covered in bruises and painted in red; And you didn’t stop until you heard the satisfying crack in his nose. 

You grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “If you ever hurt your wife again… I will fucking know.” You hissed through your teeth before knocking him out cold.

And then it was quiet.

Besides your heart was in your ears it was still quiet.

You were panting almost silent as your adrenaline started to cease.

You could feel his blood on your face through your makeshift mask.

You could feel your fingers almost aching for more.

It felt…

Strangely satisfying. 

Oddly.

Greatly.

Satisfying.

And when his friends finally arrived, you were already on the other side of the street, watching in the shadows as they frantically started calling for an ambulance. 

It shouldn’t feel good, but you did. Even as his blood coated your hands like an ointment, it didn’t feel as bad as it should. But you were a detective, a cop, you were supposed to stop the bad guys. Did it matter that you weren’t in uniform this time? Should it matter?

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…And should you feel bad?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The sound of someone knocking on your door woke you up early the next morning. You grumbled in your state of exhaustion, wondering if someone from your job was coming to get you. 

Fuckers. Just go away. You tried turning to a new position, shutting your eyes tighter as they knocked again.

And then again.

And again.

And again.

And–

You groaned as you sat up, grabbing your bathrobe off your chair to cover your nude form. “I’m coming!” You announced, before yawning. “This better be good…” You walked up to the peephole, taken back by the fact that no one was actually there. “What?”

You take off the deadbolt and unlock the door, poking your head out into your hallway. 

Nothing. Nobody in sight.

When you were about to call yourself crazy you spotted something on your fuzzy doormat. In surprise, you found yourself staring at a beautifully decorated vase filled with brightly colored, freshly cut red roses.

“Flowers?” You said, bending down to carefully pick it up, examining it. You just wanted to make sure there wasn’t some sort of trap (you had plenty of those in your career).

They seemed normal but the number of them was odd.

Nine.

Nine means that the person who gifted them to you wants to signify eternal love and show that you want to spend the rest of your life with you.

Now that was really stumping you, especially when you spotted a card that was no help at all. On the simple, white, rectangular card was neat cursive handwriting that said:

‘Welcome Back.’

Welcome back? You look around again making absolutely sure that you didn’t miss anything or anyone. You continued to see nothing again.

You found yourself staring at the card again, wondering:

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What the hell is going on?

(TBC)

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six.

“Welcome to Mimosa Grill, did you have a reservation?” The receptionist asks Leon, his sister and mother.

“Yes, it's under Hunt.”

“Oh, the table full of beauties, yes! And they're adding three more!” She claps, making them laugh as she leads them towards the middle of the restaurant.

Zora stands once they make it to the table, smiling softly as the introductions start.

“Hello, ladies.” Leon greets with a smile that sends them all swooning.

“Hey, Leon,” they sing in unison, making Zora playfully roll her eyes as he laughs.

“This is my sister Eryn and my mama Tara.” He introduces, as they wave.

“And these are my sisters Neoma and Lovita, and my mama Pam,” Zora introduces, turning her attention to his mom, “I'm Zora, it's so nice to meet you.”

Pulling away from their mom's side to shake her sisters’ hands, she and Zora do the same. A warm handshake and smile eases Zora's nerves.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Zora. You are breathtaking. You all are!”

“Thank you!” Pam proudly says, standing to shake her hand, as well as Leon’s.

“A firm hand! I like you, already.” Pam says, earning another smile from him.

“The pressure's on,” he says. “A pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, dear. I've heard great things! And you,” she turns to Eryn, “aren't you just adorable!”

“Been getting that my whole life,” her twang makes Zora giggle, “thank you! It's nice to meet such beautiful people!”

Once they're all acquainted, they sit and fall into conversation.

“So, tell me Leon. What do you do for a living?” Pam asks.

“I work at a warehouse in Midland. We outsource from many retail outlets, it's pretty much like Amazon but a little wider in range.”

“Oh, okay! Keeps you busy?”

“Yes ma'am,” he chuckles. “It can be trying and tiring like any job, but I get my work done.”

“And Zora, what about you dear?” Tara asks.

“I work at a restaurant in Matthews. It's a quaint, family owned business. Delicious food, terrible customers… the usual.” She laughs, making them do the same.

“Working in food service can definitely be trying. I worked as a line cook for about five years, so I understand.” She says.

“Really? Oof, they put me back there for a day and I'm ready to burn the place down.” Zora shakes her head.

“That was the first thought on my brain for five years, honey.” She agrees, making Zora laugh again.

Leon smiles at the sight.

“She's also got a friend like the one that used to hang around you, ma.” He speaks.

“Oh— oh, you got a lil weasel followin’ you around?” She asks, making her mama look over at her as well.

“Zora, that boy's still bothering you?”

“I told you to let me kick his ass,” Lovita adds.

“Yeah, he still thinks he's being charming,” she snorts, “but man is he a pain in my side. And put your guns down, sis. Leon gave him the glare of a lifetime, so he's been keeping his distance as of late. Not sure how long it'll last but..”

“A non-verbal threat is new for you.” Eryn laughs, patting her brother's shoulder.

“Turning over new leaves, Eryn.” He responds. “Plus, as long as he keeps his distance, we have no issue. I wouldn't jeopardize Zora's job, either.”

“See? Blazing guns aren't always the answer.” Zora looks at her sisters, who just wave her off.

“Leon might be turning over a new leaf, but you're my littlest sister. I carry and he better relax.”

“She's a spitfire, too! I love it!” Tara smiles. “And, it's commendable that you've taken this off this pretty girl's hands, cause she shouldn't have to worry about some fool tryna push up on her at work.”

“Leon's a sweetheart. Plus he wouldn't let it go until I said he could choke him if need be.” Zora giggles, making both of their mothers shake their heads.

“Kids, am I right?” Pam looks at Tara, who nods wholeheartedly.

“This is why I'm graying, now.”

Good food and even better conversation continued, as the two got to share stories of childhood, family and everything in between.

Zora learned that Leon played baseball for a brief period in high school, until he started getting into fights and eventually got kicked off the team.

Leon had learned that Zora's artwork used to be posted on the walls and in the library of her elementary, middle and high school. She was somewhat of a celebrity.

“So, where did writing start for you?” Zora asks Leon.

“Well, I had gotten thrown out of most social clubs, due to my smart mouth and my mama suggested that I find other ways to get my feelings out, cause she was tired of getting calls from the school.” He looks over at her, catching her stare and choking.

“Gray, baby. Gray.”

“Anyway,” he shakes his head and turns back to Zora. “Eryn bought me a journal with her allowance because she wanted me to do better. I stalled for a while, because what was I supposed to write about? My angry teenager self wasn't with it, at all. But, I eventually came back to it with an open mind, and it's been like a dear friend to me ever since.”

Zora, as well as her sisters and mama, were chin-in-palm, listening to his every word.

“Wow…Tell me you paid Eryn back.” Neoma speaks, making Eryn giggle.

“He sure did! He's not the only ass kicker around here.” She innocently smiles.

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The next week and a half was filled with more sharing from Zora and more earnest listening from Leon, a few more dates and a sorta surprise visit to her job.

They'd started sharing their work schedules, due to Leon falling in love with the food like Zora told him he would, as well as Zora feeling herself become safe in his presence.

Like he said he would be, he came strolling through the restaurant’s doors with an extra dip in his walk, making Zora’s mouth twist up, fighting off her smirk.

The flowers in his hand definitely made her jaw drop, her hand not being fast enough to catch it.

Leon being the teaser he is, he decides to poke a little fun once he makes his way to her.

“I thought you said brown girls don't blush! You look a lil red, baby.”

“Shut up,” she laughs, her eyes dropping to the orange poppies in his hand. The slight pout that forms on her glossed lips letting him know he'd chosen right between those and yellow lillies.

“For you,” he holds them out for her, leaning on the counter so she wouldn't have to look up at him too much. Plus he was crowding her space like she secretly wanted him to.

“They're beautiful!” She all but squeals, welcoming the flowers and kiss he placed on her lips. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. That was cute, you were tryna hide your face.” He laughs, sneaking another kiss.

“Stop it,” she playfully mushes him away. “I was shocked to see you with flowers. I'm so used to us picking them out together when we hit the shoppe, I wasn't expecting this.”

“Expecting the unexpected is something you're gonna get used to. Don't worry.” He assures her with a wink, making her turn away from him as her face continues to burn.

“Go away,” she drags out her words, earning a deep chuckle in return. His hand latches onto her free one, linking their fingers.

“I like your hair, like always.” He compliments the high, wild ponytail she was sporting today, pulling her gaze back to his.

“Thank you. It took me way too long to get it up like this, it better be cute.” She huffs, sitting the flowers on the counter behind her.

“Put your guns down, it's cute.” He jokes, earning an eye-roll.

“You're a little early. I've got about five minutes left.”

“I know. They let us out a bit earlier than usual, so I thought I'd come on this way to see you, since this was the plan anyway.”

“Makes sense. Was today any better?” She asks, referring to him and his coworker.

“A little. We spoke briefly, which is a start.” He shrugs, leaning up from the counter. “I'm gonna head to the bathroom right quick.”

“Okay,” she gives a soft smile, which he returns before walking down and around the corner.

Zora's expression quickly sours as Cory slides into Leon's place, leaning on the counter at the same time she moves away from it.

“Come on. Why we gotta be like this?” He asks, eyeing the flowers behind her.

“It's like you think I'm joking or something. Staying away from me didn't last long, like it knew it wouldn't.” She says, shaking her head.

“Who bought you those beauties?” He asks, ignoring her.

“Someone that's actually worth my time, Cory. No more questions.” She firms, shooing him away but of course his persistence keeps him planted.

“Damn, I'm not worth your time?”

“What did I just say??” She throws her hands up.

“For real, Zora?”

“Dude! I've spent the better part of my time here, warding you off like you're a demon. You're unbelievable.” She laughs.

“You know you can't resist this, baby.”

“See? It's like there's a blockage in your brain.”

“Ain't nothing wrong with me, girl.”

“I'm not your girl.” She snaps.

“You could be, though.” He says without missing a beat.

“No thanks,” she says with a shake of her head, just as Leon reappears, catching Cory way too close to where he shouldn't be.

“Look who we got here,” he says, causing Cory to break his neck to look in his direction, his cockiness about to turn on him.

“Oh, the one with the staring problem. Wassup flower boy.” He points, glancing back at Zora, whose stare could turn him to stone, had this been Percy Jackson and friends.

“You got two seconds to remove yourself.” Leon calmly says, watching the smug smile grow on Cory's face as he looks back at him.

“Ain't nobo—” the rest of his sentence got jerked up, right along with his collar, as Leon stares him dead in the eyes, definitely putting fear in his heart.

“I'm bein’ real nice. You don't want that ass whoopin’, I promise you.” He warns, keeping his collar in his tight grip.

Zora's eyes widen at the sight, and she's able to get her hand over her mouth to catch the laugh that threatens to kill their intense stare down.

“Leave Zora alone or it's gonna be way worse than this.” Leon's unwavering stare definitely did damage to Cory's self esteem, but he kept up the facade.

“Aight.” He holds hands up in surrender, that usual smug smile being replaced with a mean mug, little did he know it made him look just as pathetic.

“Apologize.”

Cory turns his head toward Zora, offering an equally pathetic apology, to which she nods in response.

Releasing his collar just as roughly as he yanked it up, Leon pushes him back towards the other side of the bar, away from them altogether.

“Go do your job.” He points, watching him disappear around the corner before he looks over at a very amused Zora.

“That boy relentless ain't he?” He laughs, back to leaning on the counter.

“Yeah! You bout pulled that boy out his shoes!” She lets her giggles run free.

“He was where he shouldn't have been. Had to come do damage control and save you from that fool.” He chuckles.

“My hero,” she hums, punching her number in the computer, finally clocking out for the day.

“Told you I got you.”

“You did. So whose place tonight?”

“Mine?” He suggests, and she agrees.

She lifts the counter’s side flap up, grabs her flowers and heads into the side room, grabs her bag off the hanger, and moves back in front of him.

“Alright, we can go now.”

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“When's the last time someone bought you flowers?” Leon asks, sitting his takeout container on his coffee table.

“Are we counting the ones Cory has bought me?” She asks.

“No.” He answers quickly, making her laugh.

“It's been a couple years, then.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, besides the few dates I'd been on after I left my ex. And the last date I'd been on til you came along was… about two years ago, yeah.” She laughs, again.

“Wow. That makes no sense.”

“Well, in my defense, I am always walking around with my own flowers.” She jokes.

“You got me there,” he laughs, “but someone can always add to those, right?”

“You're right. It's a really sweet gesture.” She smiles, reaching for a fortune cookie.

“I'm glad you liked them. I wasn't sure what to get, but they jumped out at me. Plus, orange looks really good on you.”

“Thank you, and you did good. Orange's my favorite color.”

The amused expression spreads across his handsome face, making her laugh for the umpteenth time.

“I won't pat myself on the back, but..” he jokes, sliding a little closer to her, “you can't say I don't pay attention.”

“You're right, again. And now I kinda feel bad, cause I don't think I've got your favorite color right in my head… did that make sense?”

“It did,” he nods, “what do you think it is?”

“Green.”

“Correct.” He smiles.

“Really?” She asks.

“Yeah, I'm a hunter green kinda guy.”

“I knew it!” She smiles, pulling the plastic away from the cookie to crack it open. “Green looks really good on you.”

“Thank you, beautiful.”

She nods, looking down at the small piece of paper, softly shaking her head at what it says, folding it up.

“The love of your life will appear in front of you unexpectedly!”

Yeah, I sure hope so.

“What does it say?” He asks.

“You're not supposed to share what it says,” she says, popping half of the cookie into her mouth.

“There's rules?”

She nods, covering her mouth as she chews. “You're also supposed to burn it so it can come true.”

“Wow, you learn something new every day.” He chuckles.

“You're welcome!” She cheerily says, earning another laugh out of him as they settle back against the couch to watch another movie.

A couple chick-flicks later, Leon was reluctantly standing up to walk a sleepy Zora out to her car.

“If I didn't have to work in the morning, I'd crash on your couch,” she snorts, fumbling inside her bag for her keys.

“Hey, you still can. I could take you to work before I go in, you can come back and get your car after work. You get off at the same time tomorrow?” He asks.

“Yeah, I do. But I don't have any extra clothes.”

“You can borrow something of mine. What you need, a t-shirt? Shorts? I got you.”

“You really want me to stay, huh?”

“Hell yeah,” he answers enthusiastically, making her giggle. “I love your company.”

“Yeah, you're growing on me too.” She smirks, following him right back inside his apartment.

Ch 7

@blackerthings @sheabuttahwrites @soufcakmistress @twistedcharismaaa @unfriendlyblkhotti3 @awerkofart @abeautifulmindexposed @blowmymbackout @ghostfacekill-monger @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @thegifstories

[anastasiamrauclaire99]

INTRODUCTION POST !!!

[This is going to be a long one so be prepared to read!]

Right, so. I have created (yet another) sideblog for my characters/stories. This story is a multi-yearlong fic centred around Formula One and my OC, Anastasia Manon Rue-Auclaire! (Yeah, it's a mouthful, I know.)

All about Anastasia/a brief overview of her story:

Anastasia Manon Rue-Auclaire was born in Monaco on the 15th of November, 1999. Before she was born, her father died which led her biological mother to fall into a deep depression. Early life was hard for Anastasia as her family had basically no money and her mother turned to drugs and alcohol abuse. When she was 4, she was put up for adoption, but her grandparents (mother's side) quickly found out and adopted her to become her legal guardians. She considers them her parents. At a young age (like 6-7) she discovered karting and it quickly became young Anastasia's passion. She put all of her energy and time into the sport and quickly moved up in levels, resulting in travelling around the world as her [grand]parents continued to support her dream. Formula Three whizzes by by the time she's in her early teens, which is unusual in itself, but much more impressive as she is a girl in motorsport. In 2014, she tests for the competitive Formula One team, Red Bull, and they tell her to come back in a few years if she is still interested and any good. In 2015, they sign her to their team, even with no Formula Two experience. Anastasia is a fifteen year old female in Formula One, which breaks all kinds of records in itself. She truly proves herself when she wins her debut race, the 2015 Australian Grand Prix, by four seconds over world legends such as Fernando Alonso, Nico Rosberg, and Lewis Hamilton. Years and years later, Anastasia has proved herself countless times. A fair share of crashes, luxuries and a somewhat scandalous relationship still fail to shake this formidable woman. 2021 is when this story takes off, halfway through an intense but legendary season. Anastasia has cemented herself in the motorsport world with hundreds of points under her belt, countless records broken and Billion Dollar Man himself, Lewis Hamilton, as her boyfriend, Anastasia continues to give her all to the sport she has dedicated her life to. Many consider her to be a future World Champion contender, but only time will tell is Anastasia gets her hands on that trophy.

☆ Follow 20 elite athletes over the world in their shiny cars and million-dollar mansions. Follow the roar of engines, the fire and the trail of champagne, diamonds and sweat from Bahrain to Abu Dhabi year after year. Follow the tears spilt in secret. Follow their dreams and see how far they will go to achieve them. ☆

This book will have plenty of mature scenes/topics and will go through/cover some pretty heavy themes. I'm still brainstorming at the moment, but I'm aiming for a pretty realistic representation of celebrities, racers in particular, so it's going to be stuff real people deal with in the real world. When it does finish, it will have a happy ending, but the characters will have to go through plenty of suffering to get there or else it wouldn't be a fun story, would it?

Some mature/heavy themes may include: mental health [issues], injuries and hospitals/medical procedures, sex, body image, alcohol, addictions, depression, death, basically most uncomfortable real-world issues that people face.

More coming soon including facts about characters, Anastasia's faceclaim/aesthetic, and more about her in general!

[mirersc]

MLB AU x SONADOW

What's the result?

A chaotic AU with the most unbearable slow burn of all ages.

Yep, we're doing this. Or at least we will talk about it, because I need to share it with someone. Anyone.

Warning: contains spoilers of MLB movie

So ever since the new movie of MLB came out -btw you should go see it, it's pretty light-hearted and adorable- my head is spinning and thinking what would happen if our two hedgehogs had been instead on the main characters' place, but with their own personalities.

Sonic would take Marinette's role, I haven't thought of a backstory yet, -and no he is not shy and without confidence, he is sly and cocky as ever- but he lives with Tails -when he isn't on one of his trips- and together they attend Chaos High on Green Hill -I'm still planning the settings and the names in my head-

On the other hand, Shadow takes Adrien's role, but unlike him, he's actually moving from his home in Station Square to go live with his best friend, Rouge, for a while, who miraculously lives in Green Hill as the others. And surprise, surprise, Gerald is alive! Does that mean that he is Hawk Moth and that Maria is Emily? To be honest, I'm still debating if Gerald is the real villain, because I want to include GUN in the game as well, but oh man, stuff like that takes time.

For sure though Maria takes Emily's place.

There's a high possibility though that she isn't dead. Just pretty sick. For now at least ;) *cough* I meant, she will be fine!

Tikal is the guardian so she takes the place of Master Fu and there are no kwamies. Yes, that's right. Instead of kwamies -do I even spell that right?- we have chaos, thus and why Tikal is the guardian of them. And instead of having a plethora of them there are only seven of them, each of them bearing a chaos emerald.

So skipping into the plot we have first day of a new year with everyone knowing everyone and Shadow being the new transfer student, who clings to Rouge's side and his personal robotic assistant Omega -yeah we're bringing him because we stan Team Dark!-

Introductions are made and oops, the two hedgies make a brief eye contact while at class. Neither of them shows any interest. Ouch I know, but wait, we have track. That's right. And where Sonic believes that his only rival is Jet here comes Shadow to steal the spotlight with his AIR SHOES, even if Sonic deems them rocket shoes. And just like that the blue blur finally pays attention to the stoic new student. Not as if he's fallen in love, but he is intrigued by him! I mean, have you seen any other running as fast as him?

Note; there are no super powers in this world, but Tails still is the smartest of the group, lol. That's just his nature. However he doesn't know that he can fly with his second tail. That's something that he'll discover later.

Anyways moving on, Hawk Moth -or however I'll remain the character later, because I'm not keeping those names for copyright issues- suddenly awakens the purple emerald, thus and the chao with it that have been lost in the fight that have broke between the echidna race and Tikal is forced to call upon the chaos of the dark blue and red chaos emeralds, named -that's actually a good question, I'm debating on Azul and Shade, but that's just basic? Or nah- Anyways, both chaos don't go well with each other and decide like in the movie to select on their own their champions.

Long story short, because there's no way I'm revealing everything, Azul ends up with Sonic and Shade with Shadow and they both activate their powers -after a lot of convincing by both ends, I know surprise for a specific blue hedgehog but sus- I was thinking that the could say, “Chaos Activate” with their respective chao on the start of the sentence, but working on it. Oh they are on their super forms, when powers activated, because I couldn't think of something better and thus their original abilities are unlocked, a.k.a Sonic's speed and Shadow's manipulation over chaos energy.

So the heroes meet while trying to discover where the corrupted with dark chaos energy is -yep, no akumas either- and they do not get along. Shadow having thought of it more, had already picked a name for his secret identity, named -I'm bad at names, but I was thinking something to do with Chaos, like Chaos Controller, but that's just too big so I'll think of something better-. Sonic soon realises that he still haven't thought of his own name, but then the corrupted arrives and interrupts them.

So they fight, they banter, Sonic haves a panic attack, Shadow almost loses his emerald, but they work it out. But like in the series they forget to cleanse the dark chaos energy something that BOTH Sonic and Shadow are able to do with the power of the chaos emerald.

They both find their way after that, working together, learning from their mistakes. Surprisingly, it is Shadow that finds a name for Sonic. Without even thinking of it too hard. He just calls him something and Sonic likes it so he keeps it.

And here's the moment that you all waited for.

The love matter.

Which takes a LOT OF TIME to finally come.

So to put it simple.

Sonic loves Shadow.

Shadow loves Super Sonic.

-this is where you all start clapping and fangirling-

There I said it. You can all just toy with the idea now, if you haven't thought of this already. And oh they both get refused by the other like the movie. But first is Shadow who declines Sonic and then Super Sonic who declines Super Shadow. Why? Because one thing led to another and Sonic accidentally reveals his like to the other hedgehog. Shadow of course is taken aback, because he didn't expect Sonic to like him. Not that Sonic would like to change anything in their current relationship, because it's perfect as it is. He just wishes to know if Shadow would like to keep it like that and after graduation. Shadow, however, likes Super Sonic and thus declines Sonic. Of course he doesn't express this in a harsh manner. He is considerate of the other's feelings. But Sonic of course is hurting. So imagine the SAME time in the evening to getting asked by Super Shadow, if he would like for their relationship to grow into something more. Sonic just can't and he leaves immediately like he'd done a prior hours ago.

Of course I'm not telling you how they get together or how they overcome this, because where's the fun in that? Don't know, if I'll make it into a fic this idea yet, but feel free to send me asks, if you have any questions.

Furthermore you can even take this idea and turn it into something unique. Just be sure to let me know so I can keep an eye out of it. I wouldn't mind reading an AU like this or seeing art of it.

Thank you for managing to come this far. I am super grateful and hopefully my next posts will not be as big as this one. Be safe and be happy! Gotta love our two hogs.

[secrets-of-everwich]

00-2 A Brief Summary of Everwich

[Click]

[Electronic humm underlies the recording]

{Callie:}

Hello, this is part 2 of my introductions. My name is Callie Hewitt, and I’m investigating Everwich. Before I begin with the tales, however, I thought describing the town would be beneficial. Wow, I sound super… Professional. [giggle] Perhaps I’m simply made for this job! Not that… I’m getting paid or anything…

Anyway, that’s not the point. I’m going to start with the oldest building in Everwich, which also happens to be my house. Everwich Manor, a large manor house. Frankly, I could spend hours talking about the manor. Its history is so interesting, and-

I’m getting offtopic. Everwich Manor is the largest building, the oldest and the most haunted. It’s a tourist trap too, half of the house being used for house things, the other for touristy things.

There’s the 2 primary schools, one’s close by and the secondary school, which is on the other side of the town. A few supermarkets, lots of houses, shops, you know, all the regular things you’d expect in a town. There’s a park, next to the manor. It’s not the type of place you’d expect has a dark history.

Oh gosh, I think I’ve just said too much, maybe got myself doxed… But, on the other hand, this could bring some business to Everwich Manor. Which would be good, we always are ready to do tours! Plus, I’m going to keep the rest of this anonymous, so… Yeah…

[sigh] Either way, let’s delve into the history of Everwich. Everwich has been around since… Well, the earliest dated thing- uh, record- was in the late 18th Century, when Everwich Manor was built. The town seemed to have existed beforehand, but it was a few miles away from Everwich Manor, which – according to the groundplans at least – appeared to have been next to a forest. This forest still exists, but it’s been heavily cut back in the last 2 centuries.

The first recorded family in Everwich Manor was the Florences [audio distorts on the word ‘Florences’], but you’re not here for just Everwich Manor lore, otherwise this would be Secrets of Everwich Manor, not Everwich in general. Uh, the name is being workshopped…

Since then, the town has gained in both popularity, and size. And so has its weird events. The town sprawled out, and the manor’s gardens got smaller, until there were housing developments where the nice long drive used to be. The other side of the town – the old part of the town – that’s become the high street.

I guess that’s about as much as I can think of right now. Don’t want to spill all the secrets in one episode, now do I! [giggles]

I’m not sure if the next one of these will be the first story, or some more background information.

That’s all for today folks, Callie Hewitt signing off!

[quieter] I need to think of a better signoff…

[Click]

[super-sayian-kitty64]

(Heavily inspired by a Ayvieart’s story of Dragon HRT)

This is a long one, expand at your own risk.

Fox Hormone Replacement Therapy

Introduction

Welp, here I am, and here we are. I’ll keep this brief. Got the idea from a friend of mine to start a blog before I go through with anything, something about leaving a footnote of who I was before treatment or to anchor myself to prevent dissociating.

My name is David Conners, I am 21 years old and assigned male. My pronouns are he/they and I am bisexual. My life’s been mostly good save for my early childhood (thank goodness my birthmom stepped in) and high school (don’t ask). Lately I’ve been thinking about transitioning into a female or gender-neutral after pretending to be a girl online and feeling… an odd feeling of satisfaction that’s hard to describe. However before I even called my doctor if I could, I bumped into someone on the way home from the store.

An elf.

An actual elf.

I’m not talking about someone who had surgery to get pointed ears. I’m talking about a true-blue, skin-pale-as-moonlight, 6’10” elf lady with white eyes that felt as if they pierced through my soul. I was floored that something like that not only existed, but accidentally ran into me while I was on the way back from a Wal-Mart. I asked her how she was an elf (took me ages to spit it out, stupid anxiety), and she said she went through hormone therapy.

“Hormone therapy can make you not a human?” I said in total shock.

And do you know how this magnificently beautiful lady said in response?

“Well, yeah.”

After asking how, she explained to me that there was some quack nearby who was handing this stuff out like candy to prove how far genetics have come or something like that (idk I’m not a doctor and neither was she). She gave me a copy of his card and I took it home with me after waving goodbye to friendly faerie.

After dinner, I stared at the card the elf lady gave me, reading it front to back constantly for as long as it took for Halo Infinite to update, of which I played with friends for a little bit (it was fun). All the while as I played super fiesta with the gang, I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of becoming something other than human, rather than simply becoming a different kind of human.

I have been studying witchcraft and spellcasting recently (I know how to make a candlelight on each of my fingertips already), so maybe becoming something different could help improve my newfound craft? I always did like cats, and I heard being around one makes it easier to cast spells (might be a myth, but I’ll use any excuse to own a cat), so perhaps making myself a cat would help? After a little bit of back and forth I remember my mom telling me her side of the family came from Japan, and used to have a fox shrine before they moved to America. Hell, she even told me the reason I could use magic in the first place is because I was “blessed by the foxes”. Now that I’m thinking about it, I always did prefer foxes over most other animals, and when I was young I would constantly try to get into fox enclosures to hug them… yeah I think fox is the way to go.

I’ll make sure to update somewhat monthly so people can keep track of my progress. I won’t be able to give pictures cause my camera broke, but I’ll do my best to describe what’s happening to me.

This has been David Conners, and I’ll be back shortly.

(“Keep it brief” that’s gotta be like 200 words omfg)

[strangerwheelerthings]

Nancy playing dungeons and dragons as kids

This was so fun to write! Thank you!

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Mike threw open her door and barged into her room. “Nancy! Look at this cool game Lucas found! It’s called Dungeons and Dragons, and you get to go on fantasy quests. It’s better with more than three people though, would you be willing to play with us? Will’s asking Jonathan too.”

Nancy looked up from her novel. “What’s involved?”

He jumped onto her bed beside her, tugging the book from her hands and plopping a new one into them. The cover depicted a mythical dragon fighting a knight.  

“There’s a whole manual with information about the monsters and fantasy races you can play as and fight. There’s this person called the dungeon master who leads the other players through a story and plays as the side characters, like the villains and allies. I bet you would be really good at that. You do the best character voices!”

Nancy snatched her fantasy novel back from the dangerous hands of her eight year old brother. After setting the book safely aside, she flipped through pages of the manual. It was filled with art and pictures of various creatures and spells. It looked really awesome actually. “Sure, why not, I’ll be your story teller, or whatever it was called. It’d be better than having one of you dorkasauruses do it. ”

Her brother didn’t even acknowledge the jibe. “Yes! I have to tell Lucas and Will! They were fighting over who would have to do that.” He jumped off her bed with a fist pump. “Let’s go!”

“Hold your horses for two seconds! If I’m supposed to be leading some kind of story, I’m going to need some time to figure this whole thing out. Give me a few days. Aren’t you three having another play date on Saturday?”

He pouted. “Yeah, ok.” His mood flipped again. “This is going to be so cool! My character’s going to be a dragon killing knight! Heiya!” He mimed waving a sword around as he ran out of the room. She giggled at his enthusiasm before noticing that he forgot to shut the door behind him. “Mike! Close the dang door!”

She started studying the manual immediately. She wanted to know the rules inside and out. Mike had presented a challenge, and she was going to master it. Over the next few days, the manual was juggled between the many hands trying to learn everything about the game. They were preparing character sheets while she learned the details of the world and made a few of her own. Jonathan required some cajoling from Will, but eventually he agreed to join in a game. 

On Saturday morning, they all crowded into the Wheeler’s basement and set up. Nancy was nervous, but mostly excited. She thought the boys would probably like what she had planned. Thankfully, they had managed to get a few sets of dice, though Will and Jonathan would have to share theirs. The younger boys took out the papers and grinned at her with eager faces. Jonathan did not look nearly as excited. 

She took a breath, giving them a moment to calm down before she started the introduction. “Our tale begins on the outskirts of a dwarven town. There have been rumors of children across the whole valley going missing. A tall figure sits in the corner of a tavern, called there in search of a mystery.” She gestured to Mike. “Mike, describe your character.”

He dove into an extremely detailed account of his human paladin’s armor and wickedly cool sword. 

“Three men in worn traveling cloaks approach you. They have been many days on the road. They hail from different places, but found camaraderie and protection in joining forces against dangerous bandit attacks. Will, Lucas, Jonathan, describe your characters.”

Will jumped to describe a powerful, yet spindly human wizard. Lucas went next, painting the image of a colorful and charming tiefling ranger. Jonathan’s turn was brief and to the point as he said he was a dark and mysterious rogue elf. They were ready to start the actual roleplay.

“Boys, you reach the table that Malavin sits at. What do you say to him?”

The dialogue was slow and awkward in the beginning, as they struggled to get their improve legs under them. Eventually the story started going smoother and the awkwardness faded. They seemed to get very invested in the mystery she had spent hours agonizing over. Finally they reached the moment of reveal. 

She shifted in her seat, eagerly awaiting their reactions as she revealed the betrayal of the helpful town deputy. She was not disappointed. The table erupted in uproar. The boys jumped from their seats. 

“What!?!?”

Nancy couldn’t hold back the laugh bubbling in her throat. She choked it down after a moment, and started speaking in a low and dark voice. “Kanjigar’s evil smirk starts to widen and shift. Something is happening. The human facade is falling, his form starts bulging and growing. His skin stretches, changing into a sickly blue. An Oni stands before you. Everyone, roll initiative.”

After another freak out, they got serious and prepared to fight such a dangerous creature. They managed to survive by the skin of their teeth and a few miraculous saving throws. Even Nancy jumped to her feet in excitement when Will rolled a natural twenty at the most critical moment, taking the monster down with one final blow. 

They were all hopped up on adrenaline and energy as they closed the quest and finished the story. That had been so fun. Her little brother and his friends had loved it! The four of them easily decided that this would have to happen again, with a longer campaign the next time. Jonathan respectfully opted out but thankfully a party of three would be enough for a fun game still. She wanted to create something even better next time, something that the boys would love. Her favorite part of the part was how happy it made them, but also the challenge of setting up interesting plot points and watching them react. 

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Over the next couple years, Nancy DMed for them many times. The boys grew older and more confident in the game, and started running their own campaigns. When Dustin joined the party, he brought a fun new energy to the group. His arrival also meant that she wasn’t needed to play anymore.

Nancy was growing older herself, and she didn’t find being a part of the party as fun as being the DM. When she made her own best friend, Barb, she stopped playing with them altogether. Barb wouldn’t like D&D anyway. She’d think Nancy was a crazy geek, especially for enjoying the game as much as her little brother. Little boys were obnoxious anyway, Nancy didn’t know why she had liked the stupid game in the first place. Yes she did.

[iwannawritelots]

Heartbeat: Squish

Originally written April-May 2023

AO3 - I usually post here first!

Part 2

Human AU Masterlist

Characters Active: Solomon (14), Asmodeus (14)

Trigger/content warnings: none

Headcanons/notes from the author: I love writing about these dorks… -3-

Brief Blurb: Solomon meets Asmodeus for the first time in high school.

Taglist (feel free to ask to be added): @graveswrites

Solomon stared off into nothing, not knowing how approach anyone. He was often written off as the strange kid, and it seemed like high school wouldn’t change that very much. Everyone else knew each other already. He snapped his attention to the door when it loudly opened, and the thought he instantly had upon seeing the person coming through would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Damn, they’re tall as fuck.

He watched them sit down, not really realizing the entire time. Their backpack was bedazzled with jewels and pins. The skirt and high heels they wore complimented each other well. When the teacher called for attention, Solomon’s face flushed bright red. He finally registered that he had indeed been staring — at someone he didn’t even know! — for at least five minutes.

The teacher welcomed everyone and began to have students stand one by one to introduce themselves. When she began to call out last names starting with “M”, the tall person Solomon had stared at stood up. “I’m Asmodeus Morningstar.” They took a deep breath, smiled, then continued, “My pronouns are they/them today. I moved here with my siblings about five summers ago…” Asmodeus curled their hair around their finger, then uncurled it. “If I were an animal, I would be a bunny.”

Without another word, they sat down. Of all animals, a bunny? Solomon stared at his hands. What kind of animal was everyone else saying? Wait, what was he going to say?

Wait! They said they/them pronouns!

Solomon fumbled with his hands. He never wanted to be friends with someone so badly in his life. Another trans person, and someone who dressed so cool, and shared an interest with him!

Once introductions were over, the teacher told them to partner up. Solomon scrambled to Asmodeus. “Hi, Asmodeus.”

They flashed their beautiful grin at him. “Hello Solomon.” They hummed and inspected their nails for a moment. “Are you wanting to be partners?”

“Ah, yes.” Solomon nodded and grinned. “If that’s alright with you, of course.”

“I see no issue with it.” Asmodeus took the paper the teacher was passing out when she walked by. “We’re supposed to ask each other the questions on this list, it looks like.” They frowned at the bottom of the paper. “Some of these are going to show the ugly side of me.”

Solomon brought his hand to his chin. Having heard this, his anxiety simmered down a bit. “Oh? Whatever could be the ugly side of you?”

“Well… ‘something that bothers you’ is one of them.” Asmodeus gazed at Solomon for a moment, then set the paper down on their lap. “I suppose we’ll start with that one.”

“Okay.” Solomon raised an eyebrow. “What’s something that bothers you, then?”

Humming for a moment, Asmodeus stared off. “I guess… sand.”

Solomon snorted. “Sand?”

“Yeah. It’s coarse, and rough, and it gets everywhere.”

A fit of giggles erupted from Solomon, and he quickly covered his mouth in attempt to muffle it. “D-Did you just… reference Star Wars?”

“You have a Yoda keychain on your backpack. I thought you’d appreciate it.” Asmodeus bit their lip to stifle an obnoxious laugh, but it didn’t cover up the way they were beaming. “Plus… sand actually does all of those things and I hate it. Anakin has a point, y’know?”

Solomon nodded, unable to stop giggling. Maybe they wanted to be friends, too…

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Brief introduction to my core casts

GalacticClan (warrior cats magic rp)

Raven

Male - He/Him

Raven is one of my favourite murder cattos who I originally heavily based off of Zeref from Fairy Tail, and it shows-

He started of quite distant and cold after an accident regarding the death of the SaturnClan leader, which further led to GalacticClan being exiled from their territory under threat of war from the other leaders, and later the exile of his brother Echo, who chose to take the blame for all the death caused (because if you know Fairy Tail, you can probably guess who actually did it). He opened up a little after getting assigned an apprentice, and also meeting a housecat from a nearby village named Pixie :>

But... Things take a turn for the worse and he ends up being influenced into honing his life stealing magic and then taking revenge for how poorly his leader and grandparent, Asterstar, treated him and his siblings... And it goes even further downhill from there <33

So from that you would be right to assume that he is in fact the villain of the storyline!

Pixie

Female - she/her

A little ray of sunshine... Almost quite literally with her light magic!

Pix is Raven's first and (in his eyes) only friend until her death. She would often join him on his patrols (solo or with his apprentice) whether he liked it or not, determined to break his shell. This was something she was infamous for in the village, and earned a reputation for being quite the storyteller.

What changed after she died? Well, first if all, Raven's broken shell built right back up, stronger this time, and he rejected all her attempts at communicating. And after a while she noticed a dark presence with him. Seeing the path he chose to take afterwards as well drove her away. She was sad to have to let him go, but at least she could focus on keeping the rest of GalacticClan safe, and they enjoyed her presence there!

And with that, pix earns her spot as a protagonist <3 a dead one, but still present~

Note- like Raven, Pix was also based off of a character from Fairy Tail: Mavis <33

Pebblefang

Male - he/him

Pebblefang is a warrior of SaturnClan with abilities similar to Dovewing's, being extreme hearing (which he trained himself to drown out). After an accident left him heavily injured and immobilized, some twolegs took him in, and there he met Cecille. They scared him, a lot, at first, but they warmed up to each other quickly as they helped him through recovery. In the end, he managed to convince them to join SaturnClan, relieved that they were accepted.

Big time skip, Raven's return to the clans brought about big changes, one of those being that Cecille was quickly forced into leadership and he could sense that something had changed in them, they had become a lot more... protective of him, insisting he not leave their side. He didn't argue, he loved being around them. (Oh, right, yeah, they became mates like not long before this) And when he found out that Raven had sent out orders for him to be killed, he understood everything.

Pebblefang is a protagonist, but I like to call him Cecille's purpose <33

Pokémon RP

Imperia Selke

Agender - They/Them

Imperia, my little immortal babyy oh how much trauma I have inflicted on this poor... Child? Hmmm... Idk about that one, I mean, 3000+ years? I don't think they would count as a child-

Anyway. Long story short, they're 'cursed' by Arceus for their role in the construction of the Ultimate Weapon, which backfired and ended up destroying all life on earth. They later awoke in the time of Legends: Arceus, and assumes the role of the player, albeit from the past and not the future this time. Here they met their partners, Arc (the guardian Arcanine) and Chomper (an alpha Garchomp), among many other pokemon who travel with them. In the end, they made a deal with God, I mean Arceus, to aid in keeping the world from imbalance and destruction at the hands of people who wish to harness the power of the legends for themselves.

And so they do!

And that leads us to present day, where they find themselves... Back in Kalos, and on the run from Team Flare after a failed attempt and destroying everything they had been working on with the help of explosives. Along the way, they meet Tana, the daughter of Lysandre and a fellow flare escapee. The two of them team up to stop their mission to harness the weapon (which Imperia had no idea about when they first came here, assuming it had been destroyed, trauma go brr-).

And uhh it doesn't stop there, the duo become an unstoppable team as they deal with situations in Alola, Galar, hell even back in Hisui again! Which all leads up to the final story arc, the final showdown against Rainbow Rocket (all held there against their will by a Malamar controlled by Giovanni) because yes.

And here everyone finds out that Imperia can in fact die, and has died many times throughout their journeys!

And it doesn't stop there! Because there are future story arcs regarding the fan region Roria from Roblox Pokemon Brick Bronze, and also Paldea!

Imperia was originally intended to be the villain, but they ended up becoming the protagonist~

(Picrew^)

Vivie

Demi-girl - She/They

Played Pokemon Scarlet, added my character because I felt like it.

Vivie, omg where do I start with her. Attending the Paldean Academy allowed her to do... A lot, one could even say too much-

Every years treasure hunt ended with her having done one bizarre thing after another, from such a young age. Encountering and befriending an ancient, sealed away legendary cat with sword fangs; entering Area Zero and catching a paradox Pokemon, SOMEHOW obtaining a Hisuian pokemon, among a whole number of other crazy feats. Her most notable however, happened after Chien-Pao led her back to Area Zero, and they found a little Zygarde core at the bottom, which then led them to Kalos... And Imperia and Tana.

Tana and Vivie are basically twins, and this was NOT intended, but a very welcome development nonetheless.

Vivie is my ball of chaos, who doesn't even bat an eye at what she has achieved and I love her. She does mellow out in the future due to... Trauma, and reunites with the group when they come to Paldea~

Vivie is also a protagonist :>

(Also picrew^)

Disbelief SMP (Minecraft Roleplay)

I am going even more brief with these guys-

Daiki Vespertine

Genderless - They/Them

The youngest of the Watchers. Daikis in game origin is an Arcanite, a being of pure magic. Over many many millenia they have honed their abilities to perform feats like creating powerful beings and travelling to different universes... And is yet another character sponsored by God! Except this time the creator of the universe is a sheep instead of a Pokemon, and he craves entertainment. Daiki takes the form of a human with canine features, although has many others. They also have their own wolf pack, closely bonded to their alpha Prince :]

Aster Vespertine

Genderless - He/Him

Aster is a feline watcher who took great interest in Daiki's growth. Now however they tend to be there to keep the young watcher grounded if they start overwhelming themselves, acting as an older brother for them.

Fun fact, Aster is terrified of snakes~

Cedar Lightfoot

Genderless - They/Them

Cedar is a small rabbit watcher with an affinity for spores and shrooms! They are slightly older than Daiki and is their closest friend, but they desire to be more than that.

[No design]

Briar Silvius

Female - She/They/It

Briar is what the people of Disbelief would call a Dragonkin, however she would argue otherwise, due to actually being a dragon with a humanoid form that she prefers taking. Her official title is Guardian of the Forests, and it's a role she takes seriously. Briar used to have a lover, but a curse took her away and all that was left was a great tree and small dragon egg that Briar took to raising.

Daiki (Nickname- Foxki)

Genderless (Female leaning) - She/They/It + Neos

Foxki is a... Messed up experiment I guess, the result of what happens when you test means of reviving humans on a dead fox. This baby has a lot of trust issues but, after years and years of struggles, somehow found their way to Disbelief where Daiki, their counterpart from this world, swore to make sure that they can finally live in peace.

These are all very brief (trust me, there's a lot of material on these guys), and there are a lot more characters, but for now...

(Side note, I call some of them villains instead of antagonists because their intent is truly meant for evil)

Everyone here is now open for asks!