#supernatural fiction

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Never Give Up

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: complete fluff, getting blood drawn so needles and blood

Summary: Jensen is in town for his next concert and visit you for a check-up before performing. You two have known each other for your whole life since his sister is your best friend, and he never fails to ask you out every time he sees you. You’ve always said no. It’s his mission to get you to say yes.

Square Filled: rockstar!jensen (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You grab another vial of blood and mark down in the system which patient of yours this belongs to. Afterward, you place it inside a medical plastic bag and set it off to the side for the lab to pick up later. Today has been non-stop tending to patients, drawing blood, and taking vitals. You’re only halfway through your shift and you feel like your head is going to explode.

“Did you see his post?” another nurse asks as she and her friend walk into the office. “God, he looks so hot. I can’t believe he’s single.”

“I bet he’s fucking random fans every show he does. I could be one of those fans if I got tickets. Can you believe even the nosebleeds are two hundred bucks?”

You don’t need to hear his name to know who they’re talking about. There is only one artist that is big enough in the news right now. He’s been on a steady incline to fame ever since he left Texas for California.

“Do you think he’s good in bed?”

You roll your eyes at that but don’t comment on it. You just want to do your job and go home. You can’t be sitting here thinking about your best friend’s brother and how much of an arrogant bastard he is who thinks the world revolves around him. It doesn’t help that he has a major crush on you, and he isn’t afraid to show it. Besides him telling you every time he calls you how much he likes you, he’ll always try to show you either with flowers, dinner, or other small presents that he has mailed to you.

There isn’t a time that goes by when he’s with you that he doesn’t try and ask you out on a date. If he was just your best friend’s brother, you would consider it. It’s the fact that he’s an up-and-coming rockstar who isn’t near his peak that has you on the edge. You know rockstars. You dated a few of them. All they care about is music, money, and sex. They’ll get it anywhere from any woman who is willing to spread her legs for them. You’re not saying Jensen is like that, but you don’t want to be a notch on his belt.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from using your vibrator and fantasizing about him.

A few days pass without incident when you’re inputting patients into the computer. The same two coworkers who were talking about Jensen before come strolling in with big smiles on their faces.

“What’s got you two looking like that?”

“Jensen is in town for his concert.”

“Did you two get tickets?”

“No, but I know of a way inside. I have someone working security.”

You’d rather not sit here and watch them fangirl over him so you decide to finish your paperwork later and check on the patients. Your best friend, Sabrina, pulls you to the side as soon as she sees you.

“I need you to take the patient in Room 15.”

“Why? That’s your section.”

“Please? I can’t do it.”

“Why?” you ask, your eyes narrowing.

“He’s my brother. They won’t let me work on him.”

Jensen is here. You think about what it might mean if he sees you entering the room and think it’s better than sending the fangirls in there with him.

“Fine. You owe me.” You start to walk away from her with the blood draw supplies and pause. “Don’t tell the other girls. They’ll cause a riot.”

You walk to Room 15 and knock twice before entering. Jensen is sitting on the small table with the paper lined for people’s safety even though half the time, it gets crumbled and tossed out of the way. He is scrolling through his phone but it’s not that that has you staring in awe. He is wearing a tight black shirt that really shows off his muscles and tattoos and dusty blue jeans that you know hug his ass so nicely, all with a backward hat on. His hair peeks out the back of his hat. It was shorter than the last time you saw him.

There’s a new image for your fantasies.

“Growing out your hair, huh?”

Jensen’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice, and he gives you a thousand-watt smile. He immediately puts his phone away so that he can give you all of his attention.

“I was hoping Sabrina would send you in here.”

“Oh, you’re lucky it’s me and not the two fangirls out there. I’m pretty sure one of them wants to have sex with you.”

“What about you? Do you want to have sex with me?”

You smile shyly and grab two latex gloves to start the blood-drawing process. “You wish.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You wrap a tourniquet around his upper arm before grabbing his arm and rubbing the area with an alcohol swab to sterilize the area. Don’t think about his big muscles. Focus, Y/N! You open a packet that contains a new needle and place it where you need to. Without counting down, you stick the needle into his vein and start to grab blood samples.

“So, come here often?” he flirts.

“I work here,” you giggle.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your giggle. So, when am I gonna take you out?”

“Hmm, how about never?” you tease.

“Don’t do that to me, sweetheart. Throw me a bone or something.”

“I’m not even going to comment,” you laugh.

You take out the first vial and shove a new one into the case for more blood.

“I’m serious. When are you gonna let me take you out to a nice dinner? I’ll pay.”

“Oh, you will? How generous of you,” you say sarcastically yet playfully.

“Does that mean yes?”

“No.”

“I’m not gonna stop asking you.”

“You’ll turn blue in the face if you continue that.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “I look good in blue.” You roll your eyes and try to hide your smile knowing he sees it. You finish getting four blood samples before patching him up with a Hello Kitty bandaid. You were just treating two twin little girls and this is all you have. “Nice band-aid.”

“It’s all I have. I can get a different one if you want.”

“No, no, I happen to like Hello Kitty.” You trash your gloves and the needle packet before standing. “Come to my concert.”

“I have to work.”

“No, you don’t. It’s on Saturday and you don’t work the weekends.” You silently curse knowing he’s right. “How about this? I will have a VIP and all-access badge with your name on it. Come if you want. It starts at seven. Are we done here?”

“Yeah, but--”

“Give my love to Sabrina.”

He hops of the table and kisses your cheek as he leaves. The two fangirls see him and fawn over his good looks but when he looks back, it’s at you. He only has eyes for you. He winks and turns to the fangirls who are practically tripping over the other to get to him. He signs what they want to be signed and takes pictures with them before leaving.

Today is only Wednesday but you can’t stop thinking about Jensen and his offer the rest of the week. Saturday comes faster than you’d like, and you find yourself driving with Sabrina to the concert hours before it even starts. There are already people lining up to get to the front of the pit but you bypass the entire parking lot to head to the back where the service entrance is.

“I can’t believe I’m going to this,” you say.

“So, when are you and my brother going to fuck?”

“Sabrina!”

“What? If anyone should be with him, it’s you. That boy is in love with you.”

“No, he’s not. He thinks he is because I don’t want him.”

“Does telling yourself that help you sleep at night?”

“Sabrina… He’s a rockstar. He’s a famous rockstar. He doesn’t want some rundown nurse. He could have anyone.”

“Yeah, but he wants you.”

You’re torn because you do want Jensen. He’s every girl’s dream. Even if he wasn’t a rockstar or famous, you’ve known him since you two were kids. You grew up together. You know who the real Jensen is, the one he doesn’t show anyone else. Still, there is that nagging feeling that he'll dump you once he gets bored with you. 

All of your exes did.

You show security both your IDs and he hands you and Sabrina your access badges before directing you where to park. After you two get out, you follow security to the back where the band is hanging out. You’ve gotten to know Jensen’s band a little over the years. They’re nice guys.

“Bean!” Jensen turns and grins when he sees his sister. His drummer has a major crush on your friend and has called her Bean ever since she told him she hated it. They’re in the “will they, won’t they?” stage but everyone knows they’re gonna be endgame. “Where’ve you been?”

“I told you not to call me that,” she rolls her eyes and hugs her brother. 

“And I told you I don’t care. I like how you blush when I do,” he smirks.

Jensen’s gaze goes over to you and he visibly relaxes at the sight of you. He walks over to you and takes off his hat so that his hair falls over his face.

“Hi, Jensen.” He smiles but doesn’t answer you. “What, cat got your tongue? I know I’m breathtaking but come on.”

“He doesn’t speak before a show to preserve his voice. He has breathing exercises to do,” Josh, the drummer, says.

“What a blessing,” you joke.

Jensen pulls you in for a hug, and you allow this minute to really feel him. His arms have always felt so safe around you, and you find yourself relaxing into his body. He pulls away and takes out his phone to text you since he takes his voice exercises seriously. Your phone pings and you look at the message he sent.

I love that you’re here.

You blush under his gaze and try but fail to hide your smile.

“You know I would have come.”

You and Sabrina leave for the VIP tent on the floor while the band gets ready. The opener comes out and does her performance which gives you time to enjoy the music and get some food before Jensen comes on stage. Since you and Sabrina are on Jensen and Josh’s social media, you’re both easily recognizable. Fans come up to the tent to chat and take pictures with you two. You never had a desire for fame but it’s nice to know you’ve made someone’s day just by saying hi to them.

The entire stadium goes dark and the intro to the concert begins. Immediately, the entire crowd cheers for Jensen. He walks on stage in a different outfit than when you saw him earlier, and you have to admit he looks really good. He’s wearing a classic muscle shirt that definitely shows off how much he’s been working out and his tattoos. Gone is his hat so that his hair can flop around freely.

His eyes immediately find the VIP tent, and he smiles when he sees you. You’ve seen his concerts over TikTok Lives and other social media platforms but nothing beats the real thing. He sings each song with passion like he means every word he’s singing. There is a long catwalk where he walks, and all the girls fawn over him whenever he gives them two seconds of his attention.

By the time he’s at the halfway point of his concert, your feet are hurting from how much you’re dancing and your ears are ringing from how loud it is, but you love it. Jensen is in the middle of a song when he suddenly stops and takes out one of his earpieces.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pants. The band stops playing and everyone quiets down in confusion, including you. He’s never done this at any of his other concerts. “I’ll get back to the music in a second. I just want to say this is a very special concert because there is someone very special here tonight.”

“Oh, my God,” Sabrina gasps.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s right over there in the VIP tent.” The camera pans over to your shocked face so that everyone in the stadium can see. Sabrina can’t stop smiling. “You see, we’ve been friends since we were kids and she doesn’t know this but I am absolutely crazy for her.”

Cheers erupt throughout the stadium, and you shake your head at Jensen with a smile.

“Now, I’ve asked her this many times but she’s always said no to me. I don’t think she’ll be able to say no in a room full of eighty thousand people. Someone get her a microphone. I want to hear her answer.” Jensen waits for someone to bring you a microphone. “Y/N, will you let me take you to a really nice dinner date?”

You wait for the crowd to quiet down a bit before giving your answer.

“No,” you smile sweetly. “You just won’t take no for an answer.”

“You’re right. I won’t.” He drags one of the barstools to the middle of the stage and sits on it. “That’s why we’re not continuing until you say yes.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I am, sweetheart. I won’t sing another song until you say yes. What do you say, Los Angeles? Should she say yes to me?” Almost every fan in the stadium including Sabrina cheers for you two. “See? Even they think you should.”

“Well if they think we should…”

“Is that a yes?”

“No,” you grin.

“Alright.” Jensen sits and drums his fingers on his legs patiently. “I wonder what I’m going to do next weekend. I think I should take up fishing. My dad always brought me but I never appreciated it before.”

“You’re seriously going to sit there and not continue your concert?” you ask.

“Put everyone out of their misery and just say yes to the date. Come on, everyone. Y/N! Y/N!”

Everyone starts chanting your name, and Sabrina tugs on your arm to grab your attention.

“Has any of your exes done this for you? What are you scared of?”

She’s right. None of your rockstar boyfriends have ever stopped a concert for you. None of them even mentioned you were there. Jensen doesn’t have to say it but he is in love with you and you’re in love with him.

“Fine. Fine. Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Yes!” Jensen cheers. You hand the microphone back to the stadium worker, and Jensen puts the earpiece back in. “This next song is for you, sweetheart.”

And he plays the song he wrote for you in high school.

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[supernaturallyafreak]

I need someone to write about a non-corrupt (but still kinda corrupt) Men of Letters in Britain that recruits S1 Dean into an elite hunting program while Samuel is off at Stanford. He travels from America to Britain to be trained with a select number of members... So the entire fic is a very somewhat fresh Dean Winchester learning to fight for the Men of Letters and it turns out he's pretty badass- like top of the class badass. Once someone graduates the training program they're assigned Angels as a form of weaponry used during fighting or are like companions when fighting. SOOO. Dean is given Castiel as his Angel (; (AHHH) As they slowly get to know one another Dean realizes how wrong it is to enslave Angels into The Men of Letters, the system is somewhat corrupt. BUT it's like a slow burn romance novel but also action packed where Dean has no f*cking clue he might be attracted to his assigned MILLENNIA old Angel BUT that's super forbidden. Like frowned upon you'll get expelled from the program forbidden. So the entire book is him realizing he also kinda sucks at fighting when he gets into the big leagues of the program on specific cases and he actually needs more help than expected from his awesome amazing Angel Castiel. He gives Castiel a lot more space to be free...

Maybe I should be writing this....??

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Creeps book series (1932-1936)

[surroundedbypearls]

CLOSET PUN - MASTERPOST

Up on that totally normal-looking hill over there sits a house; Fay-Parker Hall. In that house, headmistress Rebecca Faulkner tries to teach her students to get their abilities (and their emotions) in check. We’ve got vampires, werewolves, witches, and more - this much chaos in one home is not in fact a recipe for disaster. It’s a recipe for the gayest student body around. And when a mysterious entity appears on the school grounds, it's time to play amateur detective.

CONTAINS: queer romantic relationships, queer friendships, miscommunication mishaps, ghostly summonings, spooky happenings

THE CHARACTERS

Jet Lawson. Halfling. Sour, but vulnerable.

Jet is a halfbreed vampire who’s lived at Fay-Parker Hall for years, since his human mother dumped him on the doorstep and knocked over the mailbox in her haste to drive away. He tends to keep to himself, trying to keep his halfling identity a secret. Jet feels like an outcast even in the safety of the manor; none of the other students can know he’s a halfling, driven by an unfortunate combination of vampiric bloodlust and human impulsiveness. Despite all that, Fay-Parker Hall is the closest to a real home he's ever known.

Juniper Chun. Witch. A talented witch (Eventually. Hopefully).

Juniper, often called Junie, arrived at Fay-Parker Hall with the sole purpose of becoming a better witch. There’s only so much her mother can teach her. Though she was never the most visible in her old school, she assumed the manor, surrounded by others like her, would be different. But making friends with the other witches is going to be harder than she thought.

Toby Somchai. Werewolf. A daydreamer.

Toby is a werewolf who’s just pulled up to Fay-Parker Hall, after an unfortunate full moon incident in which he destroyed his neighbour’s backyard and chased their car out onto the highway. Luckily, nobody got hurt, except for Toby. Though he misses his friends, he’s glad to have the chance to finally learn more about himself and the hidden world he’s a part of. 

Hazel Pierce. Changeling. Enchanting and intuitive.

Hazel was popular with the other changelings from the moment she arrived at Fay-Parker Hall; her ability to see people’s auras and emotions made her a celebrity among them. She’s adapted to living with the other changelings, teasing unwitting fellow students and causing mischief wherever they can. But she can’t hep longing for deeper friendships; the kind that her enchanting charisma have held her back from for most of her life.

Richie Hastings. Human. Amateur detective.

Richie is a human who’s become a little bit suspicious ever since his best friend Toby disappeared from school. His parents say he’s gone to study with his aunt out of town, but Richie’s not buying it. And decides to use his casual detective skills to track him down, uncovering a whole new world he never knew existed.

May Taggart. Vampire. Perpetual loner.

May has been alive for, while not as long as others of her kind - far too long. After watching her family die around her, while the bite kept her alive (and stuck at the age of sixteen), she has found it difficult to keep strong connections with people. When she found Fay-Parker Hall, it became a refuge, a place she could always go back to when travelling became too much. A solace.

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SETTING: Fay-Parker Hall, somewhere secret in Massachusetts.

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[writerformanymuses]

this week has been overwhelming and exhausting. i blame pots (can i please just stand up without seeing stars?), a uterus i never wanted, and being in the education field for a day job. oh well, i did manage to get a bit of writing done today for chapter 2.

here's your fun snippet. i've been loving reconstructing everything in this new fun font of worldbuilding. still our adoc peeps but also something new. my friend has been calling armand's character howl!mand. i might keep that.

The entire world goes black. The whole of his being, as tired and sickly as he might have been, begins to slip away. Shattered pieces of spirit skip across the darkness like fireflies in the night sky. He can not orientate, nor can he truly determine existing from experiencing. Dreaming from reality. Quinn accepts that he does not know how he got there, and he remembers… Pain.  There was a sharp burning searing pain tearing through his throat. It is countless paper cuts slashed in the same tender spot, over and over and over again. Until he went cold, until there was nothing left of him but those morsels of escaping light.  Yet, something casts a wide net and tethering each and every bit of him. Fragment by fragment, hooks sink in, and drag him back to the physical. The crashing drum strikes that erupt back into his working senses deafen the world around him. A disarming and sharp jolt that he recognizes as the starting of his heart again. The swell of his chest provokes the shifting of material against his skin. An instant and jarring sensation as blinking stars fill in his wide eyes. He feels everything around him, and it blinds him to everything else.  “He’s fine! Look, breathing!” He hears her shout across the room. Beatrice, his patient. His fingers twitch, vaguely remember a sense of danger, but the voice that follows shoots a deeply familiar trepidation through him. “You don’t know that it will stay that way! To risk his life! On your fucking control, no less! You’re rabid when you first wake as it is--” Deep, slightly disembodied as it reverberates around the room. Not human, no. Nothing human speaks like that. Like a bath of words surrounding every morsel of air in the room. 

[middlegradeeveryday]

The Girl in the Walls by Meg Eden Kuyatt

Summary:

After a hard school year, V has been sent to her Grandma Jojo's house for the summer in order to get away from it all. But unlike neurodivergent, artistic, sock-collecting V, Jojo is uptight, critical, and obsessed with her spotless house. She doesn't get V at all. V is sure she's doomed to have the worst summer ever.

Then V starts hearing noises from inside the walls of the house...

Knocks, the sounds of a girl crying, and voices echoing in the night.

When V finds a ghostly girl hiding in the walls, they seem to have an immediate connection. This might be V's chance to get back at her perfect grandmother by messing with her just a little bit.

But the buried secrets go much deeper -- and are much more dangerous -- than V even suspects. And they threaten to swallow her and her family whole if she can't find a way to uncover the truth of the girl before it's too late.

Genre: Thriller, Supernatural Fiction

Book Type: Free Verse

[kittykitts]

(My [He]ART Spirit 1/2) Fantasy/Non-Driver!AU Charles Leclerc

[12/26/24 edit! more grammar errors and typos were corrected - thanks Grammarly], **NEW TITLE**

[12/25/24 edit! Small typos corrected]

Just a small idea I had last night. I don't know if I'll continue but I hope so because I liked a lot of this. Saddly I am not good to make a full story in English, it's not my first language. Sorry for any typos and grammar errors. Hope you enjoy it.

"Hi! My name is Charles Leclerc, and I am a Fine Arts student, but no one knows anything about me: I SEE HAUNTING SPIRITS!! Since childhood, my mom told me this world there are spirits, some are good and some are evil. And every time I try to go to my classes...

– AH!! NOT AGAIN!! – it happens. – Why I can't have a normal day like the other guys!? Shit! – and this is me running from a Nightmare spirit, in the shape of a mare, and an imp saying "I am stupid" while poking my head with a nail.

I don't know why spirits try to pursue me, except when in my house or classes. But when I was eight years old, I saw a bloody kid in my front. I can't remember his face, but... He was protecting me. He was older than me. That day, I found a red and yellow bracelet in my room and a note written "I will see you in some years".

I think it was just an illusion from my head, but always I use the bracelet fewer evil spirits try to annoy me. I am sitting under a three and there are no spirits around. I have a final work for my drawing class today, but I have a smaaaall problem..."

– I NEED A PERSON TO BE MY MODEL! – Charles put his hands on his head and started to press his fingers in the hair. Sitting on a concrete bench – Damn! I can't find someone. Maybe I should call Lando or Max. They'll mock me because I need a nude model... – he sighs while typing Lando's phone number.

– Hello? Charles?

– Lando! I need your help! I need a model for my final work in drawing class.

– Oh! I can help you I think. What do I need to do?

– Errm... – Charles tries to think the best words to explain – You need... Hmm... Do you have problems with being nude?

Dramatic silence for some minutes.

– YOU WHAT!? – Lando starts to laugh in a mix of nervous and mocking. His voice starts to be far because is rolling on the floor.

– C'mon, Lando! I need help!

– Sorry, Charles... – the younger Brit tries to talk while inhaling deeply to calm himself – I can't. Don't you have a friend or other classmate to help you?

– We need someone who isn't from the drawing class. It's a challenge from our teacher. And I am not near Monaco now. Do you know if Max knows someone?

– Max!? I think he doesn't know too. Well, I need to go now. Alex is waiting for me. Good luck with your work!

– Ok, Lando. Thanks... – his sad and fading voice resumes his dissapointness. The call is finished.

Without anyone to help him, the young Monegasque stops for a time to relax his mind. He put his phones and started to draw the university landscape. Students, birds, some clouds, and the piano beats playing. When is not drawing, he's used to playing piano. The bag with sketchbooks and several art materials like Artistic Anatomy books, box of soft pencils, and professional ink pens, was near his feet. Lines and geometric forms are continuous without lifting the graphite point.

The drawing was near to finish and one of his small sketchbooks fell from the bag revealing some sketches of his classmates and close friends. A not-familiar hand takes it and starts to look page by page. Charles notices and immediately takes off the phones, drops down the material he was using, and grabs the object with a big blushed face. The other guy just smiles and giggles.

– You can't look a sketchbook without asking the artist! Geez, my things are falling...

– Let me help you, sweetie. – the pair of hairy hands starts to collect the pens and graphite refill. His voice has a strong Latino accent.

– Don't call me sweetie. It's rude. My portfolio is a mess.

– You should buy a new one now. This one has a big rip in the folder because of the overfill of sheets. And it's heavy too. Your back will hurt if continue walking with this. Also, your drawings are good. Are you from Arts classes? - asked the guy.

– Umm, yes... I am. I was trying to chill. My drawing class teacher created a challenge for us: we need to make studies with a model that is not from the class, but... - the bluish eyes down shy and embarrassed to continue.

– But...?

– I need a nude model. – he hides the blushed face in the back of the sketchbook.

– Oh! That's why you were speaking loudly early on your cell phone! I was walking to the library and heard a voice asking for help. – soft giggles start again with a smirk – Well, well, well... May I help you?

– Huh? You what? – the Monegasque eyes lift with a small glow in the golden-ringed pupils. – Help me?

– Why not? I see in your face you are desperate. But first, we need to introduce ourselves. You first, sweetie.

– I said don't call me sweetie! Ahem! – the sketchbook is put into the bag, with the art materials. – My name is Charles Leclerc. And I am near to finish the last year of Arts classes. Now it's your turn.

– My name is Carlos Sainz Jr. Last year or Art History and Criticism. – when he did the introduction, a strange wind flew into them. Charles felt his wrist burn a little and his spine freezes. Like some spirit had vanished near him.

"I... Know him? His eyes..."

– Charles? Are you ok?

– Uh!? – the mind returns to reality after a quick flashback from the bloody kid. – Sorry... It was nothing. So... Are you free in the evening?

– Sure! Where can we meet?

– I think one of the studios will be empty so we can meet there.

– Great! – the palms of Spaniard clap – So see you later, Charles! Hope you draw me like you French maids! – again, the face of the Monegasque guy becomes red like a bell pepper trying to avoid the image.

– STOP! OH MY GOD! – Carlos left the place laughing. The young artist sighs and walks to his residence on campus. Charles lives with his friends Lando, Alex, and George.

With Carlos helping him, his mind was quiet. All the fears and haunting voices around him were gone. For a moment, he felt a glimpse of that kid. Carlos’s face was like that kid's.

(End of part one, I think?)

[tychodorian]

Character Introduction: Darius – The King Without a Crown in King of Dust

Here he is! Darius! The main character! A man burdened by the weight of duty, loss, and personal conflict, he sits at the heart of the story as a figure who both drives and resists the forces shaping his world. So, who is Darius?

At first glance, Darius seems like a character who has it all together. After all, he’s a respected leader, someone whose influence and tactical brilliance have made him indispensable in the war-torn world of Starkovia. He's even a powerful vampire! But scratch beneath the surface, and you’ll find a man quietly crumbling under the weight of his responsibilities and the ghosts of his past.

Darius has spent two decades in a deeply committed relationship with Yra, his last boyfriend. But, as the story unfolds, it becomes clear that not all relationships are meant to last forever, even those that seem unbreakable. Before that, Darius suffered through three awful ex-wives, and before that... the love of his life fell to her death.

The 20-year relationship between Darius and Yra begins to fracture as the novel opens, and it’s not an easy breakup for either of them. They’ve shared an adult lifetime together, and their identities are intertwined in ways that make their separation feel like a tearing of flesh, a wound that may never fully heal. And yet, it’s this very breaking point that allows Darius to begin to question who he is and what he truly wants.

Enter Astrid. She's lost, lonely, and most of all nice. Where Yra was a partner who brought out the monster in him (in a good and bad way), Astrid becomes something else entirely—someone who sparks a sense of desire and vulnerability in Darius that he’s long kept buried. His growing feelings for her are complicated, messy, and far from straightforward. He struggles with guilt over the dissolution of his relationship with Yra, and now, these unbidden feelings for Astrid surface at the worst possible time.

It’s not just a love triangle. Darius’ arc is about more than the relationships he has with Yra and Astrid—it’s about his relationship with himself. He’s constantly wrestling with the man he wants to be and the man he is. He’s torn between duty and desire, between the mask he wears for the world and the person he feels he’s becoming beneath it all.

In many ways, Darius embodies the theme of identity that runs throughout King of Dust. He is a man who has been shaped by war, by duty, and by love, but he’s also a man struggling to reconcile all of those pieces into a cohesive whole. His decisions ripple throughout the story, affecting the fates of other characters and the world around him.

At the core of it all, Darius is a king without a crown—a man caught between the remnants of his past and the possibilities of his future, unsure if he’ll ever be whole again. And that, perhaps, is what makes him so compelling. Darius’ journey is not just about saving Starkovia—it’s about saving himself.

You can read all about him in my new book King of Dust! The preorder link is in my pinned post.

[sidhewrites]

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Kaz and Lucy look into Magnus together, and open up a bit about their pasts. Content warnings for: Mentions of homophobia and strained home life, discussions of mental health, death, brief mention of bile at the end.

GENRE: Romcom, slight horror.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Gay and bisexual main characters. An old cat as a major supporting character. Ghost hunters. Jock MC.

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Nice To Nerf You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: When a new neighbor moves in across from you, you two start what looks to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Square Filled: kiss cam (2020) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i came across this video on tiktok and it's so wholesome and cute. thus this fic! here is the video!

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The best thing about living in the apartment at the end of the hallway is that you’re far enough away from the other neighbors that you hear them. There is an apartment right across from you and one to your right which is at the very end. To your left is the stairwell as well as one to the right of the apartment across from you. So, besides those two apartments, there are stairs separating you from everyone else. 

No one lives in the apartment across from you, and you’re pretty sure the person to your right is dead. You never hear him inside his place, and he never comes out. He must have his groceries delivered because you once saw someone drop them off, and the next hours or so, they were gone. It’s been quiet for nearly a year, and you hope it stays that way.

You’re sitting at your desk at work playing a game on your phone when you get a notification from your Ring doorbell. Movement. Out of curiosity, you open the app to see who might be in front of your place. Maybe it’s your Amazon package you’ve been impatiently waiting for.

It’s not Amazon, but it is a man you’ve never seen before. He’s bringing boxes into the apartment across from you.

“Huh, someone finally moved in,” you say.

“Is he hot?” your coworker who sits next to you, asks.

“I don’t know. All I see is back. It’s a hot back.”

“Let me see.”

Emily scoots her chair closer to you, and you angle your phone to show her. Her eyes widen and a smile breaks out on her face.

“Hubba hubba. That guy is hot.”

You look at your phone to see the man facing your camera. Hot doesn’t even begin to describe him. He’s not too bulky but not too lean, he has a trimmed beard, he’s tan, and he has cute bow legs. He’s going to be your neighbor? A taller man with shaggy hair steps out of the apartment and grabs the last box to bring inside.

“There’s two of them,” you smirk.

“Lucky bitch. My neighbors are either too old, married, or children.”

You’ve never wanted to get home as much as you do than in this moment. At the end of the workday, you practically jog to your car. You check the Ring Doorbell and see that the hallway is cleared of all boxes which means he’s all moved in, at least for now. You start your car and open your music app to pick a playlist when you get a notification from Ring.

You open the app to see the mysterious stranger standing in front of your door holding a Nerf gun. You press the button that allows you to talk to whoever is at the door. The stranger looks even more beautiful up close.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, hi. My name is Dean Winchester, and I just moved in across the hall. I have this tradition where I play Nerf wars with my neighbors. I’m just going to leave this here. Feel free to shoot me at any time.”

Dean sets the Nerf gun on the ground and walks to his door. He waves goodbye before entering his apartment. Okay, that’s a new one. It’s such a wholesome way to get to know your neighbors, so you’re not not liking it. You try not to speed the rest of the way home, and the Nerf gun is on the ground where Dean left it.

“This is so weird,” you mutter with a smile.

You pick up the gun and walk inside your apartment. As weird as this is, this is going to be fun. You’re very competitive. It’s Friday which means you can sleep in tomorrow because you don’t have to go back to work until Monday. You have forgotten about the Nerf gun until you see it on your kitchen counter. You walk over to the door and peer through the peephole, but there is nothing in the hallway.

You walk away from the door with a smirk, already forming a plan inside your head on how to get Dean. A few hours later, you’re sitting at your computer playing some games when you get a notification from Ring about movement at your front door. You open the app and see Dean approaching his door. You jump out of your seat and grab your Nerf gun on your way to the door.

There’s no better way to do this than to just go all in. You yank the door open and start shooting at him, and he jumps from the sudden intrusion. He finches back as if the bullets actually hurt, and he struggles to get his key in the door.

“Surrender! I’ve won this round!” you laugh and continue to shoot him.

He manages to pry his door open and grabs the Nerf gun sitting by his door. He turns and shoots at you but misses both times. You jump back with another laugh and run back into your apartment. Not only is Dean shocked at how beautiful you are, but he’s also surprised he actually got you to participate. Usually, his neighbors aren’t into this kind of thing.

You lost most of your bullets but it was worth it. He can hear your laughter come from inside your apartment, and he knows you’re watching him from your Ring doorbell.

“Alright,” he laughs. “Game on, sweetheart.”

Every time you and Dean get home, the other starts shooting. You bought a bunch of bullets from Amazon to keep your supply stocked, but you also grabbed the strays from your battles. This has been going on for weeks, and it’s honestly the highlight of your day. You’ve got some letters from the neighbor to your right about the noise, but you don’t think you’re being that loud. Plus, the police haven’t been called yet so you’re going to continue to have fun with Dean. One Friday night, you leave the apartment with your trash in hand. The only reason you’re going out is because you know Dean has his brother over.

You don’t think he’d interrupt his evening with his brother to get you, but you’re about to be proven wrong.

Dean’s door opens and he steps into the hallway with a gun in hand.

“Y/N!”

You barely have time to turn around before he’s shooting at you. You squeal and try to run away but think better of it and turn back to Dean. You swing the trash bag around to try and deflect some of the bullets, but most of them hit you. Dean jumps back into his apartment when you run after him.

“Not fair, Winchester! I’m unarmed,” you laugh.

Dean opens the door but holds up one hand to show you he’s calling a truce right now.

“If I win this next round, you gotta go on a date with me.”

“What if I win?”

He smirks and leans against the doorframe. “You’re not gonna win.”

“You’re going to feel bad when I do.” You turn to leave when Dean shoots your ass. “Oh, it’s on!”

You take the trash out and are on your way back when you spot Dean in front of the elevator when it opens. You didn't know that the next round would happen now.

“No, this isn’t fair!” you squeal.

He lunges at you but you dodge his attempts to hit you. You take off running down the hallway while laughing, and he runs after you. The logical thing would be to go inside your apartment, but you’re not thinking clearly. All you’re thinking about is getting the hell away from Dean. The first thing that pops into your head is to go inside his apartment.

“Why are you in my apartment?” he laughs. He opens the door and walks inside. “Get out of my apartment.”

“Truce, Dean,” you laugh.

“Okay, fine.”

You come out of hiding. “Really?”

Dean smirks and shoots you once in the stomach. “Nope. I win.”

“No, you cheated! That’s not fair!”

“There were no rules, sweetheart. So, I guess I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven for dinner. Sounds good?”

You can’t help but smile at him. He’s making it so damn hard to be mad. Not like you were ever mad.

“Fine. Seven.”

Dean watches you enter your apartment with a smile. He can’t wait for tomorrow night. It’s all that’s going to be on both of your minds. Tomorrow comes faster than you think, and you’re just about ready for the date. You’re putting the finishing touches on your hair when you get a notification from Ring.

“Hey, I’m almost ready. I’ll be out in a minute,” you say into the app.

“I told you I was going to win,” he smirks.

You shake your head with a smile and pin up the last piece of hair. You’re dressed in a pastel pink silk shirt with black jeans that don’t look like jeans. You barely have on any makeup because it’s hot and you don’t want it to melt under the humidity. You grab your purse and join Dean in the hallway who takes a step back from shock at how good you look.

“You look… beautiful. Wow.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Winchester,” you smile. “Where are going?”

“Somewhere woodsy.”

“I wore my good silk for this. Should I change?”

“We won’t be getting out of the car.”

“Okay.”

You turn to lead the way when you feel something hit your back. You gasp and turn to see Dean holding a smaller Nerf gun he must have been hiding in his jacket pocket. You lunge at him to playfully fight when Dean puts his hands up in defense.

“Shh, shh.” He points to the neighbor at the end of the hallway with his gun. “This neighbor fucking hates us.”

“He’s written me so many letters about us,” you chuckle.

“That wasn’t him. That was me.”

“You bitch,” you laugh.

Dean escorts you to the parking garage where a beautiful ‘67 Impala is. Normally, your dates are spent in a movie theater, a restaurant, or someone’s house. Never have you ever gotten takeout food and eaten it on a cliff overlooking the city. Dean is a lot of things but boring isn’t one of them. He’s nothing like your ex-boyfriends, but maybe that’s a good thing.

“So, I’m assuming that tall man I see you with is your brother?”

“Yeah. His name is Sam. We’re retired. He has a family while I’m just trying to keep busy.”

“Retired? You can’t be more than thirty-five. What did you do before?”

“Thirty-seven, actually. We traveled the country and helped people who needed it. You know, pests and stuff like that. We got a hefty inheritance from our family, so we are able to live on that.”

“You don’t have any hobbies or anything?” you ask and take a bite of food.

“I like working on cars. I got a job as a mechanic. What about you?”

“I work at a law firm as a criminal attorney. Or I’m trying to be one. I’m still in my internship at the firm. You know, shadowing people and getting to know the ropes. I just got my degree even at thirty-four.”

“It’s never too late to pursue your dreams.”

“You got that right.”

This date has been more interesting than any of the ones you’ve been on in the past because of Dean. You connect more with him than you have in all of your relationships. The date only lasts an hour, and Dean takes you back home. It’s nice living across the hallway from your date, but you hope the relationship doesn’t tank. It’ll suck if you have to see him when there is heartbreak.

“That was fun,” Dean grins.

“It was. I had a good time with you.”

You stand in front of your Ring camera and look up at Dean through your lashes. A moment passes before Dean pulls you in by your waist. He doesn’t have to ask permission to kiss you because you’re already leaning in. Sparks fly is such a cliche thing but it’s exactly what’s happening. Something awakens inside of you, something you’ve never felt before.

Part of you is glad you did this in front of your Ring camera so that you can replay this moment over and over again.

Though, the night wouldn’t be complete without a bit of sneaky fun. As you’re kissing him, you carefully take out the small Nerf gun you stored in your purse for this exact moment. You aim at his chest and fire, and he freezes when he feels the foam bullet. He pulls away with a shocked look on his face.

“You’re not winning the next round.”

Dean can’t help but laugh. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes.”

He kisses you once more before opening his door for you. You can see this relationship lasting a long, long time.

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PARANORMAL DEERTECTIVE: THE LAUNDRY ROOM HAUNTING IS OFFICIALLY OUT! Available as both Ebook and Paperback! Click here to find it at select stores now!

Guys this has been SUCH a long time coming. I have had this draft finished since 2022 — a whopping TWO YEARS! But, finally, I now have a fully published book that people can actually buy! Isn't that awesome!? I am so happy to finally be able to get this out into the world. Here's a quick rundown the book:

"Elmer's a deer down on his luck with a passion for the paranormal, Finnick's a single sheep dad trying to take care of his son, Finley, and Liam's a young rooster who's the new kid in town. When Elmer's elderly neighbour starts speaking of a ghost haunting the apartment's laundry room, the four of them work to solve this paranormal case, all with the help of an authorless book specialized in contacting the dead.

Paranormal Deertective is a paranormal middle grade fiction featuring anthropomorphic animals, written and illustrated by Kira Alston. Along with being a ghost hunting story, it is a comedy, a tragedy, and above all, is about family, friendship and compassion. Each chapter also contains pictures, providing lovely and fun visuals to go along with the story. Recommended for ages 12+"

If you're interested, please check it out!

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Imagine you were ten years old when you watched your brother die. Imagine all your loved ones swept your feelings under the rug to mourn what could have been, if the beloved son and heir had lived.

Imagine you had to grow up and for 17 years you bottled up your feelings and your regrets and all the words left unsaid.

Now imagine the lake he died at, is haunted. By him. And he's spotted you as you've come to see if the rumours of the lake are true.

Welcome to Haunted By You, a short story that will be available in a few days (havent finished the short story yet) on WordPress at

Written by request for @prettylittlelyres

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Fay-Parker Hall

~For the supernaturally gifted.

Even when Richie tracked down the house, it took him a while to spot it. The grounds were massive. He came up to the narrow road leading through the trees and up to the house. Something in him baulked, made him leave his bike close to the main road, hidden in the trees so no one would steal it. Easy for a quick getaway. He kept close to the road as he wandered through the woods. It wasn’t too dark out, not yet, but he didn’t want to get lost. When he caught sight of the house, across the rolling green lawn, it caught his breath. It was huge, built of ancient-looking grey stone, with a tall roof of rolling gables and parapets. He didn’t see any gargoyles, but it could do with a few gargoyles. It was beautiful. If this was some kind of fancy school, Richie had no idea how Toby could afford it. The pair of them wore through their sneakers until water leaked in before they ever got new ones. But now he was living in a massive old manor? For what? It was basically a whole park with the house smack in the middle. How did they even hear about this place?

The Fays finished the construction of their beautiful new home in 1898. Unfortunately, Alice Fay, the only daughter, had no children, and no one to inherit the house. But then a woman named Rebecca Faulkner showed up with a bright idea.

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Unintitled Fan Fiction for Now

Chapter 1 - Haunting Reveries? Oh, I honestly don’t know what to title it. Open to suggestions. [EDIT] Title of chapter is officially “Haunted”.

The rain drummed relentlessly against the window, a haunting rhythm that felt both ancient and familiar. It played like an old song Dean couldn’t quite place, but his mind swayed to it, drifting away to another time, another place—one he didn’t recognize but could see in fleeting, vivid flashes. He tried to piece together the scattered images, but they slipped away the moment he tried to focus. 

“What the hell…” Dean gasped, snapping awake, the vivid images dissolving into the darkness of his room. This was the fourth night in a row. Four nights of déjà vu that felt too real, too visceral. The scenes were always the same—snippets of a world long before his time, a life he hadn’t lived, couldn’t have lived. And always, at the heart of it, was her. He could never see her clearly, but her lips stood out, stained like wine, sensual and haunting. He didn’t know her name, didn’t know why she felt so familiar, but every glimpse of her sent his heart racing. She was a mystery—a beautiful, haunting universe he couldn’t escape.

Each time he woke up breathless, the dreams pulling him deeper, leaving him raw and restless. Tonight was no different. Dean dragged himself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face as he stared at his reflection. His eyes looked different, older somehow, like he’d seen too much. He felt… changed, like he belonged to another time.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice broke through the stillness, followed by a soft knock on the door. “You awake?” 

Dean turned, feeling an odd sense of comfort at the sound of his brother’s voice. “S-Sammy… yeah, I’m up.” He rubbed his eyes, trying to pull himself together. 

“It’s 4 AM, man…” Sam’s voice was soft, but there was an urgency behind it. “But I found something on that estate case—a journal from 1835. The architect mentions parts of the house that weren’t in the original plans…”

Dean’s skin prickled with unease. The estate—the place where all of this began. The visions, the dreams… the haunting sense of something unfinished. It all started when he touched that statue of the angel in the garden. He hadn’t told Sam any of it—about the dreams, about her. 

“Listen, Sammy, I’m in a weird headspace right now. Can we just… pick this up in the morning?”

“Yeah, of course. Sorry, I got carried away. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

Dean watched his brother retreat, then collapsed back into bed, exhausted. The weight of the visions and the pull of that mysterious woman lingered in his mind. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was calling him, pulling him deeper into something he couldn’t quite grasp. For the first time in a long time, Dean felt like he was chasing ghosts—one in particular, who might just be the key to everything.

Sam watched Dean retreat back to his room, the weariness in his brother’s eyes lingering in his mind. He knew Dean was struggling with something deeper, something he wasn’t ready to share. Quietly, Sam returned to the makeshift library they had set up downstairs, stacks of old books and faded journals sprawled out like a detective’s web. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the pages as Sam resumed his research, diving back into the tangled history of the estate. He flipped through the brittle pages with care, each entry a potential key to unraveling the mystery. Despite the late hour, he felt at peace knowing that, at least for tonight, Dean was finally resting. Upstairs, his brother was falling back into the quiet grip of sleep, haunted but not alone, while Sam continued to swim in the sea of old words and secrets, determined to find the truth that would help them both.

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Chapter 18

After a rocky night, morning brings surprises....

Fingertips danced over the soft skin of Yara’s upper arm. She was still deep within the confines of sleep but Astaroth had awoken hours earlier. His mind kept turning over everything that had happened since his wife had first walked into his office with the information that she was to be his new intern.

Astaroth did not do relationships. He did not do emotional entanglement. Yet, here he was doing both with the woman in his arms with her head resting on his shoulder. Not only that, but he felt a protectiveness and possessiveness over her that he had never felt towards another. Never was he one to share someone he was with, but his reaction should they stray was simply to remove them from his life. Watching the men in the club lust after Yara had awakened feelings within Astaroth that were completely foreign.

How could one simple demoness have so affected him? He did not believe that she was deceiving him, but he wondered if Lucifer had done something. Was there an ulterior motive? Maybe who Yara’s mother was would shed light on what was going on. It was not like suddenly Death would change after being the same since the dawn of time. Yet, perplexingly, he had.

*****

Hours later, Yara awoke, stiĺl finding it hard to believe that Astaroth hadn’t rejected her or left her during the night. His acceptance and the vow he had made the night before were unlike anything she had expected or experienced before. There was a part of her that kept being afraid that this was one of her father’s illusions and it would disappear before her eyes.

As the couple were relaxing together and enjoying the morning breeze in the tropical island mansion that would be their new home, others were finding that their access to the two of them was no longer as free as it once had been. This did not go over well.

Lucifer was enraged. He’d already tried to send messengers to the island, but they couldn’t make it through the numerous wards erected by Astaroth. By creating his own island, Astaroth had created a pocket dimension connected to Earth, it technically didn’t exist ON Earth, and he was the creator and ruler of it. So, in order to enter it, you had to have Astaroth’s permission and only one being in all of creation did: Yara.

It did not take long for Lucifer’s displeasure to reach Astaroth’s office in Hell. His employees were used to dealing with the demon king and knew that there was nothing he could do to them. They answered him with dismissive tones and threw him out of the office, something that enraged him more. He had forgotten that the only reason he'd been able to entrap Astaroth in this whole scheme was repayment of a debt owed.

That Lucifer was apparently having a royal temper tantrum in Hell amused Yara no end. Astaroth had shown her the text messages and videos he’d been sent from friends of theirs in Hell. They really could not have asked for a better wedding present than him losing his mind over not being in control of the situation in the slightest. When he found out where Astaroth was taking her next on the “A&Y World Tour Honeymoon”, there was no doubt that Lucifer was likely to become even more apoplectic. Not that there was anything he could do to separate them after where they were about to go. Lucifer was a demon with no more power than a lesser god, and they were about to visit one of the major ones to have their marriage blessed. No matter what was in that cursed contract of his, after this day, it wouldn’t be worth the time that it had taken Lucifer to come up with it.

*****

“Are you ready for today’s adventure, Papilio?” Astaroth looked over to where she was finishing getting ready. She seemed calmer than she had been before and he hoped that their conversation the night before had set her mind and some of her worries to rest. Later, when things were calm and settled, there would have to be more conversations.

“I might be able to answer that if you told me where we were going!” Yara was laughing as she looked over at her husband and stuck at her tongue. He absolutely refused to tell her where they were going and it was driving her absolutely insane with curiosity. He promised her that she would enjoy it far more than their venture the previous night. At first she hadn’t been sure if he had been joking or if he had been serious.

“We, my beautiful wife, are going to find out who your mother is.” He sauntered over and leaned against the door frame as she froze and looked back at him through the mirror. It was clear that she was in shock, and not quite sure if she could believe him. “Who it is that is going to tell us, that my darling, is a surprise. One you’re not going to find out if you do not get that lovely posterior of yours into gear and finish getting ready.” He winked at her with a sly smile forming.

“You’re serious?” She looked at him skeptically through the mirror, still so surprised by all that Astaroth was doing and had done. The events of the previous night were still confusing to her, but that he had already arranged for them to take the first step in finding out who her mother was completely shocked her. There was nothing about her husband that made sense to her.

Astaroth chuckled and walked up behind her, placing his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. “I have no reason to tease you with something like that. Of course, I am serious. Plus we are going to have our marriage blessed by a full godhead and ruler of a pantheon. So, you finish getting ready and I’m going to scry my friend.” Kissing the side of her neck, he gave her a wicked smile in the mirror and then turned to leave the room, leaving her speechless.

Less than twenty minutes later, she was ready. Astaroth was grinning, his plans coming together beautifully. If he could have Odin sanctify their marriage, then there was nothing Lucifer could do to break them apart, Yara could relax. Odin also had Mimir’s head, the strange oracle, and that was who he hoped would be able to tell him where they could find Yara’s mother. If not who she was, then at least someone who could help them find her. If this didn’t work, he was going to have to go to Delphi, and he hated having to fuck around with the Greeks.

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Thoughts?

Here’s a little sneak peek from a story I’ve been working on. It’s got adventure, survival, and some supernatural stuff brewing in the background 👀 Meet M, Tanner, and a whole lot of trouble.

‘In a world where the truth is buried, survival is the only option.’

M rushes into the old barn where they’d been hiding.

“Quick,” she says quietly, turning to Tanner, who’s just waking up. “They’re coming. We need to go.”

“Ugh, what are you talking about? Leave me alone,” Tanner mumbles, still half-asleep.

“The Officers! They’re here—right around the corner. We need to go now,” they repeat, the urgency sharp in her voice.

Tanner’s eyes snap open. “What? How the heck did they find us?” he says, scrambling to his feet and rushing toward Alex.

“Oh shoot!” he whisper-yells.

“Quiet!” Alex hisses, jabbing an elbow into Tanner’s stomach. “Grab your stuff. We’re out of here.”

“Any signs of those kids?” the captain of the search party asks.

“No, sir. Not yet. Boss said we’d find them around here, so we’re sweeping the area. It won’t be long,” one officer replies.

“About damn time,” the captain mutters. “They can’t keep getting away with this… hurting innocent children like that.”

“Over here!” another officer shouts. “We’ve found something!”

Not sure where it’s going yet, but I’m vibing with it .Would you read a webcomic/manga version of this? Let me know!!