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    There was a man sitting in the far corner of the living room, near the torn screen door. He was sitting on a rusted metal folding chair that looked like it might buckle under him, but he sat perfectly still, like a statue carved out of grief.

    Daryl blinked, his eyes narrowing. He knew Will’s crew. He knew the regulars, the drifters, the desperate men who came for the free booze and the poker. He didn't know this guy.

    The man - Rick, Daryl as had heard others call him - was a sore thumb in a room full of broken fingers.

    The other men were red-faced, their skin shiny with grease and sweat, shirts unbuttoned to show sunburned chests. They were loud, taking up space, expanding with every drink.

    This guy was... contained.

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    Daryl Dixon’s life is a violent ledger where every day is paid for in blood and obedience to his father. His only hope of escape is a meager stash of cash hidden in a hollowed-out fence post. But when a quiet former deputy named Rick Grimes starts attending the Friday night poker games, the rules of Daryl's survival are thrown into chaos.

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    Rick crouched down, the leather of his duty belt creaking softly in the silence of the inner circle. To anyone else - to Shane, currently pacing the perimeter like a caged tiger, or to the young EMT who had turned green and retreated to the ambulance - this was a tragedy. A senseless act of violence.

    To Rick, it was quiet.

    He studied the wound. It was a single, devastating laceration across the throat, deep enough to sever the artery but controlled enough to avoid the messy, hacking desperation of an amateur. There were no hesitation marks. No defensive wounds on her hands, which lay palms-up and open, as if in supplication. She hadn't fought. She hadn't even had time to scream.

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    King County is burning under a suffocating heatwave, and a methodical killer is "cleaning up" the town, leaving behind a trail of bodies and zero evidence. When the terrifying silence of the crimes is broken by the town's demand for justice, the mob turns its gaze toward the local pariah: Daryl Dixon. And Deputy Rick Grimes is the only one who stands between Daryl and a lynching.

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    17 Apr 2026

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    Baby detective Timmy doing his best. He might look up to Kevin McCallister but Kevin lives in awe of Timmy. Never seen a better writing of trouble magnet who is very sincerely doing his best

    PS - Ace is everything

     

    Read first work, wait until sequels are more developed to follow those

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    Jazz, TIC of the Autobots, assassin, spy, and interrogator extraordinaire, is the most feared mech in the Autobot ranks bar none - his very name makes Decepticons tremble, and brave mechen have terminated themselves rather than allow themselves to fall into his clutches. So when Soundwave, a young Decepticon communications officer, awakens after months of constant torture at the hands of an Autobot base commander to find himself and his cassettes in the Autobot HQ's medbay with Jazz standing over him, he can hardly control his terror - he's held out for so long, but this is a fight he can't hope to win, and he knows it.

    Meanwhile, Jazz feels terrible about what's happened to the young mech. He had nothing to do with the torture, certainly didn't authorize it, but it still happened - and the terror he can teek in the young mech's field doesn't help with the guilt. Still, Jazz wants the carrier for the Autobots, bad - he's clearly talented, has a strong and loyal clade, and would obviously make a fine agent, if he can be flipped.

    So begins a terrifying experience for Soundwave, desperately struggling to protect his clade as Jazz determinedly... treats them with an unexpected degree of mercy?

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    19 Jul 2024

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    Good fic for conditioning and preparing to turn a younger, traumatized soundwave. Get both Jazz and Soundwave perspectives. Good for ref, won't read for pleasure

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    They found Megatron in a dark room, in that nameless high-rise, sprawled out by the wall with a corpse at his pedes. His optics flickered on when they entered.

    “I suppose some things even Primes can’t solve, can they?” he sneered. It lacked heat.

    Z-Apocalypse AU.

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    Absolutely gorgeous. They're all struggling in their own ways and you can look back and see how much you missed the first time, and how many mistakes they all make with each other. They're all so imperfect but struggling all the same and its a gorgeous read