Kaye cursed me with this brain idea for Hankcon and Im not gonna do the whole thing just kind of like... the Big Reveal where everything falls apart and comes to light because thats the Fun part so here we go
--cw for threat of death, gag, blindfold, mention of guns--
Connor knows things have gone bad for him, because when he wakes up, his hands are bound behind his back; there's a blindfold over his eyes, and a gag strapped tight against his mouth.
Rough hands grab him, force him
out of what he guesses is a car trunk, and hits the hard ground beneath. He can hear the howl of the wind, feel the cold air all around, and it doesn't take much for the undercover cop to figure out that he's along some lonely stretch of highway. God only knows what hour
cw for major main character deaths with our two leads, descriptions of drowning. will find a light at the end of the tunnel but the cws are there for a reason! there is hope at the end tho, I promise, if you stick with me!
gonna keep it short, folks
Hank is a wealthy businessman, prominent among the upper class of European and American society. His wife died in childbirth years ago, and his son lives in America where he goes to school. Hank is on the Titanic as a means to rub elbows with the rich and return home to manage
his business from the promising wealth that is America.
He had considered taking Cole on the trip overseas, but, in hindsight, is now incredibly grateful that he chose to have his son leave months prior for the new start of the school term.
Small town veterinarian Hank who works at a clinic, has to hire a new receptionist because the old one quit and Gavin is not exactly a person that reflects compassion and caring when hissing at people at 8am before he's had his coffee.
Enter Connor.
Young and serious about his
future, dedicated and committed. Working towards going to veterinarian school himself. A bright and charming demeanor, maybe not perky and sunshiney, but he has a certain controlled air about him that resonates well with clients bringing in their four-legged patients.
He's kind and compassionate to every little creature that comes through the doors. Doesn't cringe away from tarantulas, snakes, lizards or rats and mice. He adores them just as much as the fluffy dogs or even the testiest of cats.
Don't want to be at work rn but here have some Hankcon Hades/Persephone AU because between Hadestown and the game Hades, we just might as well
FYI there's gonna be some creative liberties not accurate to the original myth, no kidnapping gonna be involved here. Let me have this😂
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The pomegranate seed crunched between Connor's teeth as he popped one into his mouth. Taken fresh from the tree, there was still a tang from the fruit after he had pried the flesh of the fruit open with his very hands.
A chill, and an accompanying tug pulled at Connor when
he ate the first seed. Then with the second, a chill even stronger. Colder than even the chillest summer breeze. Something darker, far more ominous.
A third. A fourth. The same results, even stronger.
After the fifth one, he could hear his mother wandering through the garden.
God better talk about this now while my head is in the mood and I have this present in my mind-- need to make sure I remember it, but--
Its been a year since I started it, so can I talk about Werebear AU again? Namely what happens to Niles after he's freed from his own curse,
just as Hank was, now content to live in and out of Hank and Connor's life. He can't bring himself to stay more than a couple days before he becomes overwhelmed and needs to get some time away from them.
Like don't get him wrong. He loves his brother, and he loves Hank.
((spoilers for the end of my werebear AU fyi))
The once-bear is a good guy, and it's nice to have someone to talk to who relates to the struggle of adjusting to human life after being trapped in the form of an animal for so long (even if Hanks time was a small fraction to Niles)
This idea has been wiggling around in my head for a while and I don't write much geraskier content but akfkfkfkk want soft and these two are the Cutest so-!!
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Geralt finds the horse tangled up in a patch of wild nettles and rope off the road between one contract and the next.
The horse looks horribly out of sorts, marked up with scrapes after running away from who knows what. There's a wild look to its eyes, ears pinned back, shifting restlessly as Geralt approaches on the road.
The horse looks out of place, here, on the middle of the road with
nothing and no one around. Too slim and beautiful to be a working horse, or a war horse for a soldier. Perhaps a show horse for a local lord or even a royal. Not strong enough to be wild, though the poor beast is surely wild, now.