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spicyclover · 1 year

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This is why you shouldn’t scare your wife...

Summary: Max decides to pull a prank on you. Let’s just say it didn’t go as planned...

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

WARNING: Clown mask, angst

You have been looking for the Ikea toolbox you bought on purpose to build his furniture from hell for several minutes in the garage. On a whim, you decided to build a new TV cabinet, but in the end, you had to create three bookcases for your book collection. In your search, you find small frames to hang on the wall you bought several months ago but still need to do something with. Determined to take advantage of this quiet Sunday to do all this, you take them with you.

Max went to play with friends on the console, so you never thought you'd be bothered. You just bought your first house together, and it was weird at first to live in a big house alone most of the time, but you got used to it, and then you travel a lot too with Max.

You head for the door to return to the living room. You take the time to close the light behind you. When all of a sudden, a scream to your right makes you jump in fear. You start screaming murder and do the first thing that comes to mind. You throw the hammer you have in your hands toward the noise source.

A sound of breaking glass is heard, and you burst into tears when you notice that it's Max with a bloody clown mask.

“What did you do?” You scream, and you cry at the same time after him.

You drop the hammer in amazement and continue to scream in fear. Max immediately regrets this prank he wanted to play on you and tries to take you in his arm.

“Am sorry! I'm sorry,” he exclaims, hiding his laugh as best he can.

“My god,” you cry in disbelief.

“Sorry, sorry…” he tries to take you in his arm, but you push him away.

“My mirror,” you declare, looking at the damage you have done.

He exploded into a million pieces on the floor and against the wall. He laughs harder at your reaction, but you're angry and scared. He doesn't realize how frightened you were and how badly you could have hurt him. You push him to let you pass and lock yourself in the bathroom. You are shaking so much that your emotions are intense. You burst into tears again once the pressure fell.

“Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you so much.”

“Go away!”

“Get out of there. Come, I'll make you a hot chocolate,” he says softly against the door.

“Please, Max, leave me alone.”

“I know that you are angry and that you were terrified. I apologize.”

“No, you don't know! I thought you were a thief or, worse, a murderer. I could have smashed your skull with my hammer. You are very sick.” You keep crying and screaming your words.

You hear Max through the door sigh and get up. You listen to him pick up the glass and remove the mirror from the wall. You don't want to be mad, but you are. You don't understand why he had this stupid idea to scare you.

You feel your phone vibrate, and you grab it. You see dozens of messages appearing on your Instagram account. You don't understand, and you open Lando's message. "Are you okay? I saw Max's live. »

You don't have time to answer him when he sends you the video. You watched it several times before finally pausing it. Now you know how he got that stupid idea.

Hundreds of comments appear on the screen, and you read some.

« He nearly went to heaven for a joke…. »

« « What did you do? » She almost killed you, and she’s worried about the mirror??!!! I love her. »

« Hammer Time »

And the list goes on.

You can't hear anything behind the door, so you get up and slowly walk out of the room. You look around to see if Max is still there, but no. You take a deep breath and walk towards the kitchen. You drink a large glass of water, drying the tears in your eyes.

You take a deep breath and turn around. He is sitting on the armchair in the living room. He watches you from afar. You know he doesn't know what to do anymore. So you do it for him. You look at him before you walk toward him. Fear shows on his face before he says anything. You push him back into the chair and bury your head in your neck, wrapping your arms around him.

A sigh of relief escapes his lips.

“I'm still angry. It will take a lot to be able to redeem yourself. And I saw the video. We'll soon already have a million views,” you say, putting him back in his place. “Come on, get up! You’re going to help me finish my bookshelves for once.”

“You shouldn't just...” he says, following you towards the Ikea boxes.

You glare at him, and he shuts up. He takes you in his arms and gives you a soft kiss on the lips, apologizing again.

#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #f1 x reader #f1

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notmorbid · 5 months

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the collected regrets of clover.

dialogue prompts from the collected regrets of clover by mikki brammer.

i thought you weren't coming.

if you never get close to anyone, you can't lose them.

we can be alone together.

death is the only thing in life we can really count on.

i'm here to keep you company.

i thought about calling so many times.

messages of love always make their way through.

the most important advice i have is listen more than you speak.

if you could know the date of your death in advance, would you want to?

what kind of life have you lived, if you never let anybody see the real you?

there's nothing like being in love, even if it doesn't last as long as you want it to.

i guess i've learned to shut my feelings off.

you never cry? not even in sad movies?

just because you don't feel your feelings doesn't mean they don't exist.

if you had a tail, it would be wagging constantly.

i always wanted a sister.

participating in the world is overwhelming sometimes.

i need someone to keep me accountable.

if you want something you don't have, you have to do something you've never done.

can i touch you?

pity doesn't take away the pain.

i'm so happy to see a friendly face.

you're a total catch. you know that, right?

anybody who says they understand love is lying or in denial.

what's the secret to taking a good photo of someone?

i'm sorry for not telling you the truth sooner.

you're the most interesting thing that's happened to me in years.

i guess i've just always preferred my own company.

it's hard to miss something you never really had.

i've never seen you at a loss for words.

how lucky i am to have you.

independence is worth a little discomfort.

you'll never find the right thing to say, because the right thing doesn't exist.

it's easy to glamorize the path you didn't take.

i love how your moral compass never wavers, even when i try to corrupt it.

i wish i could be as decent as you are all the time.

respond. don't react.

i'm probably allergic to about 70% of nature.

i hated feeling like i needed you.

you don't realize how bossy you can be.

tell me the truth. you're the only one who ever does.

be cautiously reckless.

some people find it creepy how much i remember about them.

what's the last great book you read?

maybe the biggest risk in life is taking no risks at all.

the secret to a beautiful death is living a beautiful life.

i know you're super awkward about hugs, so i'm giving you fair warning.

without mystery, there's no magic.

#rp meme #rp memes #sentence starters #ask memes #inbox memes #ask meme

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thequotefairy · 8 months

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The truth is, grief never really goes away. Someone told me once that it's like a bag that you always carry―it starts out as large as a suitcase, and as the years go by, it might reduce to the size of a purse, but you carry it forever.

Mikki Brammer, The Collected Regrets of Clover

#mikki brammer #grief #quotes #quote

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opulentquotes · 9 days

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Grief, I'd come to realize was like dust, When you're in the thick of a dust storm, you're completely disoriented by the onslaught, struggling to see or breathe. But as the force recedes, and you slowly find your bearing and see a path forward, the dust begins to settle into the crevices. And it will never disappear completely- as the years pass, you'll find it in unexpected places at unexpected moments.

The Collected Regrets of Clover by Mikki Brammer

#Mikki Brammer #The Collected Regrets of Clover #quote #lit #literature

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 7 months

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The Spider's Forest (1/3)

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The forest was dangerous, they said. That's the spider’s place.

Roman and Remus Taylor lived in the village of Dumhan-Collie, a sad, dingy little town along the edge of an equally sad, dingy forest. Most of the people who lived there were miserable, angry or both and the collective dream of the town was to leave it far, far behind.

Most visitors didn’t stay long, and those who did tended to regret it quite quickly.

The main reason for all this? The spiders.

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| Ao3 | Next Chapter -> | Clover's Wonderful Art |

Fic Warnings: Heavy amounts of spiders, a few mentions of animal torture courtesy of Remus.

Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety, and platonic roman + everyone else.

Notes:

Heyyy! This is my fic for the @sandersidesbigbang !

I've been working on this for ages - currently, it still doesn't have an ending, which is why you only get two of the three chapters, hopefully, I'll be able to finish it soon enough that no one is bothered.

Thank you SO MUCH to Clover (@failingatfailing on Tumblr) for stepping in halfway through and doing such AMAZING art for this fic!! Please go show them some appreciation and have a look at the art!!!

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The forest was dangerous, they said. That's the spider’s place.

Most visitors didn’t stay long, and those who did tended to regret it quite quickly.

The main reason for all this? The spiders.

They were everywhere, all over town, enough that you couldn’t go ten minutes without seeing one on a good day. Some were small, the smallest ones Roman had seen were barely the size of his pinkie nail, and some were big. The big ones were the ones that got everyone so on edge - they mostly came around at night, so they were easy to avoid, but the few Roman had seen… Roman thought they were about the size of a small pony, maybe an oversized dog.

It sure was unnerving, to hear them scuttling around outside his bedroom window as he fell asleep. Sometimes you could even hear them hissing or fighting, once or twice you’d even find a couple dead in the streets when you went outside the next morning.

The bigger ones took livestock, sometimes, he heard the farmers complaining about it some nights in the tavern. They took other things too, sometimes. More confusing things like barrels of sugar and flour or plates of bread from the bakery. A few times Roman had heard the hawker raving about how the spiders had stolen the papers he was supposed to be selling that morning. Now what a spider would want with the morning news Roman had no clue.

The people of the town called it a curse, they regarded their spider neighbours with disdain and disgust. The nicer in the town would usher spiders found in their houses into cups and set them back outside, those who were not so nice would swat them with books or shoes or broomsticks. Every other day you’d have to clear new cobwebs from the corners of your rooms, your railings, your plants, and the insides of your cupboards. Roman washed their sheets and clothes and cushions twice a week, just to be safe.

Roman himself preferred to simply let them be. Usually, he’d found they were harmless if he left them alone or gently coaxed them back outside of their house. Sometimes if he found one in their room whilst he was cleaning he’d leave it until he was done, chatting away as though it could hear him.

Safe to say, Roman was… a little bit lonely.

Sure, he had his brother, Remus, who lived with him in their little cottage. Remus was a little less friendly towards the spiders than Roman was, to say the least. He enjoyed tormenting them with traps and baits and little glass boxes. Somehow Roman thought they seemed to know, though maybe it was just his imagination, But he found far fewer spiders in their home than other people he spoke to claimed to find in theirs.

He had friends too. The town baker, Patton, who was always upbeat no matter how often things went missing from his shop during the night; the librarian, Logan, who somehow remained as stonefaced as ever as he dusted the cobwebs off of the books Roman asked to borrow this time and Janus, the town cryptid who ran the apothecary. Roman… wasn’t entirely sure what his deal was, but he was fairly certain he was in his good books, even if they weren’t friends.

Roman himself made and mended clothes, it was an enjoyable job, even if many of the people who came to him asked if he was just taking the money for his wife. A wife who doesn’t exist. Mending clothes was a woman’s job, they said, astounded when he told them that no, he did it all himself. But it never mattered either way in the end, Roman enjoyed the methodical process of sewing, and the beautiful results he could create with just a needle and thread when he could get hold of it.

He made all of his own and Remus’ clothes himself, most people in the village wore at least one thing that Roman had worked on.

The money from it paid, as well, to keep them fed and housed. To buy him new, more interesting fabric and thread. Of course, his brother’s own job helped towards everything as well. He worked down at the blacksmith, forging anything from weaponry to metal clips for horse tack. When he was off the clock he liked to make things that were much more interesting to him, many of which decorated their cottage alongside Roman’s creations, others he used as… torture devices for the poor spiders he found around their house. A hobby Roman had attempted to get him to quit more than once.

All in all, life was… fine.

Well.

“Hey! You!” Someone called, Roman looked up from where he sat on a bench in the small town square, passing the afternoon engrossed in some book of fantasy Logan had just gotten in earlier that week. He slipped an embroidered bookmark between the pages and set the book down next to him, before gesturing to himself and looking up at the near frantic older man, confused.

“Yes?” Roman answered, “Did you need something?”

“My basement’s been overrun by these blasted spiders again,” The guy huffed, waving an arm around, “You think a strong young lad like you can take care of it? I can pay-”

“It’s not my job, sir,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow, “Why not go to the guard?”

The man seemed to get even more frustrated by that answer, “They’ve already been around three times this month, they told me if I can’t take care of my own basement I should stuff it.”

Roman frowned, standing up, “How terribly rude, I’ll see what I can do.”

There was a reason Roman never joined the town guard. Despite how he’d always admired them, shining armour and sharpened swords, in this town they didn’t battle invaders or deal with dangerous monsters. They were barely more than armoured pest control.

And whilst Roman was happy to deal with one or two spiders, more than okay dusting away the small webs he found in his cottage….

Where he stared down at the basement, seeing thick white strands of silk disappear into the darkness, dotted with hundreds of tiny spiders… spider nests creeped him out. Just a little bit.

He took a deep breath, swallowing around the lump in his throat and raised his sword - that he’d run home to get - and his torch, and descended the steps.

It had taken him ages to clear out the spider web, especially as he tried not to harm too many of the spiders. He’d come out again covered in strands of silk and probably enough spiders to scare some poor traveller. He sighed as he took his book and a small pouch of coins back from the old man, told him to try not to let it get that bad again, and returned home to find Remus torturing another poor spider he’d found at their dinner table with some new device.

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The spiders kept coming, and negligent people kept letting them take over unused rooms or corners. After he had helped that old man Roman found himself helping others where the guard refused as well. He must have cleared hundreds of spider nests all over the village by now, and come summer he was tired of cleaning spider webs off of the clothes he had worked so hard on and the sword Remus had made especially for him.

When yet another person showed up at his door with yet another infestation, Roman put his foot down, he was tired of this.

Somehow, Roman was going to stop the spiders at the source.

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“What!” Patton yelped when Roman told them his plan, Logan simply sighed. The three of them sat at a table inside the bakery - closed for the evening.

“I’m going to go into the forest, find where all these spiders are coming from, and… do something about it,” Roman repeated. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was going to do about it, but he would do something.

“Roman! You can’t!” Patton said, flinching as a spider the size of Roman’s palm scuttled across the table. Most people in this town had shaken any fear of spiders by now, Patton happened to be the exception. Roman sighed and carefully picked up the thing and placed it down on the floor, smiling as Patton visibly relaxed.

“I will have to say, I agree with Patton on this one, Roman.” Logan said with a sigh, “We simply don’t know enough about the forest for it to be safe.”

“Of course it won't be safe,” Roman rolled his eyes, “Spiders as big as ponies, remember?”

“Is- is that supposed to reassure us? Because it isn’t working!” Patton said, “If you go you’ll be eaten! Roman!”

“Do you even know how to fight?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow. Roman scoffed.

“Yes, I know how to fight, Dad taught me and Remus when we were younger.”

“And what exactly will you do if you get trapped or captured?” Logan leant forward, Roman was starting to feel as though this was an interrogation.

Regardless, he rolled his eyes, “Fight my way out, of course, they’re only spiders.”

“Giant spiders,” Patton whispered, voice shaking at the thought.

“And what if they happen to be venomous, like the one who got Miss Burgandy?” Logan said, raising an eyebrow.

“Burgandy didn’t die,” Roman huffed, “She got bitten, got sick and then moved away after she recovered.”

“How do you know?” Patton asked.

“Because I read about her store in the paper,” Roman said, waving a hand as though it was obvious, “She’s set up in some place called Reston now.”

“Even still, what will happen if you get bitten and cannot get back for help?” Logan asked.

“Guys come on,” Roman said, “Have a little faith? I can do this!”

“Does your brother even know you’re doing this?” Logan changed the topic, making it clear that no, he didn’t have faith in him. Roman took a deep breath and let it out in a slow sigh.

“No,” Roman said, “And he won't.”

“Whyever not?” Patton asked, eyes wide, “Surely he would be worried if he woke up and you were gone?”

“I know,” Roman said, “But… he hasn’t been kind to the spiders, I fear they would not be kind to him in return, I don’t want him to follow me.”

Patton sighed, “I… suppose that’s fair enough.”

Shaking his head, Logan put his hands on the table, “What makes you think the spiders will remember something like that? They’re just spiders.”

“Something just… it’s a gut feeling,” Roman said, “I know you won’t believe it.”

“You’re correct,” Logan said, “But if we can’t say anything to stop you, and you feel this strongly, then… I suppose we may as well help you, what exactly do you plan to say to your brother?”

Roman couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped him at that.

“I was planning to leave in the morning,” Roman said, “I’ll tell him I’m traveling west in search of a new cloth, and I’ll start up the path before circling back into the forest once the village is out of sight.”

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Roman couldn’t help but think that the forest looked so… regular. From here, similarly to the village, it looked like just a normal forest - if a little gloomy. The trees were tall, many of them thicker than Roman could wrap his arms around, the leaves were a lush green this time of year and colourful flowers blossomed on the plants that lay around the forest floor.

It seemed so normal it was almost disconcerting.

Don’t go into the forest, they said, that’s the spider’s place.

From here Roman could only see one small web, maybe two, hanging between leaves or in a hollow on a tree. Similarly to the village, the forest looked deceptively normal. He believed them, though. The spiders at night always came from the forest, the ones he released always ran back towards it.

Frankly, Roman was terrified of what he might find when he went in. Maybe that’s why he had been standing at the edge of the forest for far longer than he should have been.

Taking a deep breath, Roman did a final check, he had his sword and a few unlit torches as well as a hunting knife strapped to his belt, along with his travel pack - rope, a matchbox, enough dried food to last him a few days at least, a canteen full of water, a blanket as well as a good number other things - everything he had packed was still here, surprisingly, after he’d checked four times.

He was ready, he had everything. Now he just had to… start walking.

The first part of his journey passed quietly. The forest was serene if the silence was a little unnerving. Occasionally he’d hear a bird chirping, though it didn’t happen nearly often enough for him to be comfortable. He thought he should’ve seen more animals than the occasional squirrel by now too.

At least the reminders that the spiders ruled this forest were subtle at this point.

He pressed onwards.

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Roman stopped for the night when he started seeing more webs.

Despite the sun still being in the sky, Roman backtracked a little, it wasn’t safe by any means, but he convinced himself he’d be safer the further away from the spiderwebs he slept. Just to make sure, Roman found himself a sturdy-looking tree and climbed it to perch on a branch. Part of him felt that he was just being paranoid, the spiders wouldn’t get him here, not if they were going after the village, but… just to be safe.

He ate a little of his food, drank a little water and wrapped himself in the blanket and just for good measure used his rope to tie himself to the branch. Roman wasn’t a fitful sleeper, but he was certain Logan would praise him for taking precautions.

Roman fell asleep just as the sun was starting to sink below the horizon.

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#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #patton sanders #fanfic #fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction

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rainbowmess823 · 2 years

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So I had another thought about childhood musketeers Chrissy, Robin, and Eddie. PICTURE THIS.

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Robin's been missing since the supposed defeat of Venca, since Max ended up in the hospital in a coma, since Eddie sacrificed himself to buy them more time. It's been a week and no one, not a single person, not even Steve, has seen or heard from her. No one answers the door to her luckily surviving house. No one picks up the ringing phone that's been collecting dust in her kitchen.

Steve staying on that worrying edge since he last saw her. The usually bright and pure blue eyes was gone, replaced with a dim and empty set. He watched her put a hand on the left side of her hip and let out a broken whisper he couldn't hear. He watched his soulmate break at the sight of a bloodied Eddie sprawled across Dustin's lap. He watched as she slowly made her way towards the duo and kneel down by Eddie's head. She bent down and whispered words, quiet broken words of love and pride that Eddie was the one thing he said he was never. A hero.

The kids watched Steve move through life without his other half. They watched Steve light up and turn to make a joke only to realize that Robin wasn't there to share a laugh with. They watched his eyes dim slightly before they began their search to find their blue counterpart that was seemingly missing from view.

Erica saw it first. The moment the others reached Max's room for the first time, she saw it. She had always been one for facts so shouldn't've surprised anyone that she saw it first. She saw the intense grief that hid behind the blue eyes that usually grounded her and gave her a sense of comfort and safety. She saw the way the voice that had kept her grounded to facts, now silent.

Dustin and Lucas were quick to follow. The two usually found in one place. The school gym volunteering and the hospital room that housed a sleeping redhead, respectively. They realized the anchor that usually kept the group grounded detached a day after Erica saw it. They realized the silence becoming a thick wall closing in on the group with painful worry. The anchor that kept the ship safe from the silence of water now missing.

Nancy was the last to follow. The sudden return of her brother, his ex, his best friend, her now ex, and his friend kept her from noticing, something she came to deeply regret. Nancy knew what it meant to lose someone you loved, what it meant to lose a friend. She knew the waves of emotions and baggage that came with the loss. She knew, she understood. She felt her heart squeeze when Steve had asked her if she had seen or heard from Robin, finding out 4 days after her disappearance felt like an elephant had made a sudden move to sit on her lungs. She needed to find the bright bird that made her feel loved and make sure she knows that she isn't alone, that she can give her the same steady presence Robin gave her. She, Steve, and Dustin searched for her, the lack of her picture on the missing person board kept them hopeful. But 4 days quickly became a week and no new leads surfaced.

It was Wayne Munson, who had given them relief. The day he put up Eddie's photo up on the missing person board which led Dustin to giving him the guitar pick Eddie had entrusted to him. That small moment led Dustin to finding out about the musketeers with the clover tattoos, 3 kids who found each other and stayed in each other's orbits despite the different circles they ran in. Dustin finding out why Eddie had known the song to get Robin out of Vecna's mind soup, why Robin had always referred to Eddie as Dracula, why the two had cried over Chrissy when they sang 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. More importantly, it led the three to a tree house in the middle of the woods. A tree house Wayne had talked about, a place where a band nerd, a freak, and a cheerleader filled with laughter and memories. This was where they'd soon find the sleeping bird with slightly dried tear tracks on her cheeks, surrounded by pictures, mixtapes, and relics of a trio of musketeers that suddenly became one.

#robin buckley #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #childhood musketeers au #childhood friends au #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #the Party :tm:#platonic stobin #implied ronance #wayne is best uncle #ronance

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lyranova · 10 months

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So I’ve been brainrotting on this idea the past few days and decided to make some bulletpoints for it hehehe! Will I ever write it? I dunno. But it was fun to imagine 😆! Josele belongs to @loosesodamarble and Ida belongs to @marune2

• Nacht Faust works as a “lazy” Pro-Bono attorney in the city of Clover. He works for Mafia members, the poor and defenseless, and anyone that just needs help!

• Discordia Faust, his cousin, works as one of the top prosecutors in the city. She has a very high conviction rate and is known for being ice cold.

• One day she gets a case to prosecute, and her bosses demand that she hurry up and plea it down even though it’s an open and shut case. When she refuses she is instantly fired and is black listed from every major law firm in the country except for one:

• Her cousins.

• She is forced to go to Nacht and ask for a job, he refuses by saying he doesn’t like or hire prosecutors. When Dia points out that he used to be one so he’s already broken his own rule, he gets annoyed and kicks her out. It’s only after Dia talks to her cousin-in-law Josele and she talks to Nacht that he finally changes his mind and decides to hire her.

• But, it’s on a trial basis! She has to help him close his most recent case, and win, before he completely decides to hire her! She begrudgingly agrees and helps him win his latest case, while sticking it to her bosses at the same time!

• After Nacht officially hires her he tells her the real reason he took on his younger brother’s law practice and why he won’t hire Josele (even though she has asked many times to be allowed to work with him in his office); he’s after Morgen’s killer.

• Nacht explains to Dia that Morgen’s car accident wasn’t really an “accident”. He was killed because he dug too deep and found out too much about a case he was working on. And the reason he left the prosecutor’s office was because they were connected to it too and were covering up what really happened to Morgen.

• Dia would be stunned by the revelation! But at the same time everything would click together, she would ask Nacht how she could help and that she wants to make everyone regret the day that they messed with the Faust family.

• Meanwhile Josele, Morgen’s wife, and Ida, Nacht and Morgen’s sister, are doing their own little investigation!

• The two are going around like detectives collecting evidence and talking to people, because the two of them know that Morgen was murdered too! Even if Nacht didn’t realize it.

• All four of them would be working the same cases, on one case Josele and Ida would be a step ahead, and on another case it would be vice-versa!

• Finally the four would have to work the same case together and work as a team to take down the bad guy and save their client, which would lead them to discovering Morgen’s killer!

#black clover #black clover au #oc; discordia #oc; josele #josele is not my oc #oc; ida #ida is not my oc #nacht faust #morgen faust #black clover oc

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