Jaz rogers is a natural in sensory perception, the twitch of an eye, the sound of a deepened breath, she can see, feel, hear everything. Just not the that one of her housemates is in love with her.

"𝗜𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱'𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹𝘀." So how does a young girl who started life with everything she could dream of... a loving set of parents, who believed in her no matter what- end up living in Quantico in the Naturals Program...? Maybe it was watching her aunt die... or her mother getting kidnapped? Hmm.

Daisy was named after the flower. Perhaps that's why, only a week after her joining the Naturals program, was she getting shipped daisies. It started as a coincidence, but she should've learned that nothing in her life ever was. OR After All in, the Naturals are ready for a break. And then Daisy arrives in pieces. She learns that some flowers are planted, and others are buried.

"I'm special?" She repeated slowly. The look of Briggs's face was priceless. "You're special. I don't want to sugarcoat anything to you, and I don't believe you'll allow me to, but I have something you want," he said, pulling out two tan manila files with stacks of papers wedged inside. The top read Lorelei Monroe. The bottom one read Alexandra Monroe. She accepted before her throat remembered how to say no. OR Lorelei Monroe, a child who was always praised for her photographic memory, has to deal with the woes of early onset amnesia. Thankfully, she has a group of friends who would die for her.

"Coffee? Your favorite" "I hate coffee" ------------------------------------- She had grown up inferior to society. He was their latest UNSUB with ties back to her. Who would be the first to crack? OR All Clementine Francis has ever wanted was a normal Tuesday. Instead, she got four teenage best friends, psychological trauma, and a target on her back. The Naturals were her home. And what happens when you take comfort away from a legally psychotic girl? She snaps.

the naturals fanfic

Myo has spent years running from a name the world forgot. One half of the most famous missing twins in America. One of them escaped. One of them didn't. When she's recruited into a classified FBI program that trains teenagers with natural instincts for profiling killers, she doesn't expect to end up face-to-face with the ghosts she's spent years burying. Then a cold case lands on their desks. Her case. Every file. Every photograph. Every lie. The closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to keep her secrets buried. Because somewhere out there, he's still watching. Still waiting. And he's always loved her best.

.. .. .. a job that slowly kills you. IN WHICH.. The Naturals get a new case they're officially allowed to work on. But this one seems... different. They just need to figure out why. [fem oc x dean redding] © madwomanarchives 2025