Pre-romance Stories

A group of assassinators at a party, celebrating their latest recruit and having a whole night of fun. But it seems to be just a bit too much...

Based on the general writing prompt idea of a frenemy relationship between a superhero and a supervillain. --- Specter made her debut in the public eye three months after Sentinel joined the ranks of the city's souped up do-gooders. That was no small coincidence. V never set out in life to be what she is (obviously) but she's mature enough to admit to herself that she can be a bit morally grey, with a flair for the dramatic, and so, despite the fact that her schemes never hurt any civilians - a point of pride - the press was quick to label her a supervillain, even though at most she's a high class thief. And okay, maybe she was petty enough to become one just to mess with people. One specific person. Whatever.

It started out as a quiet day at the office but quickly turned into a highly dangerous undercover operation for Ellie Bishop. Nick is not too happy about his partner's new assignment...

Sansa ran her fingers down the length of her nicest silk dress; Septa Mordane had said the blue complimented her Tully hair. She sighed and hoped the woman was right, Sansa wanted to impress her betrothed after all. ~-~-~-~ Joffrey screamed loud with rage. His voice cracked and seemed to whistle as he lunged for Arya. Sansa stood trembling and uncertain and afraid, crying out for it all to stop. She knew it would not. Her prince--her handsome, gallant prince-- was charging her foolish sister, glazed eyes alight with murderous intent. Sansa felt her heart stutter in her chest and gasped. All she could see in that moment was the red of blood and gleaming steel as it caught the sun. She sobbed again, but she was relieved.

Some 'Neighbor' AUs taken from a post on tumblr. All are Darcy Lewis-centric who interacts with various Marvel characters ;)

Friends, partners, and professionals. So just why is this case coming between them? In a Victorian London ruled by the blood-drinking elite, Perry Lowell is a logical and accomplished Nighthawk: a rogue blue blood who tracks murderers and thieves for the Guild. So when she and her charming-but-reckless partner, Garrett, are charged with finding a missing theatre starlet, it should be a simple solve. But with an entire theatre of suspects, including a flirtatious understudy and whispers of a Clockwork Menace haunting the place, tension is brewing between the pair of them. Can they come together to solve the case - or will it be too late, when the murderer turns his gaze on Perry herself? Warning: This is not a HEA. It's a pre-romance novella featuring the couple who will find their HEA in Forged By Desire (OUT NOW). Heads will butt, tempers will flare - and perhaps one of them might come to realise just what the other truly means to them?

"My name is Lyndsy; we met at Sherlock's the other day?" 'Met' was one word for it, Greg supposed, sitting back in his chair and running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, 'crashed into' was another.