GwylanYearner
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22 Jun 2026
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You an overworked surgeon get in a car crash wake up in a new body during 1800 brazil and find a job as a medic in a circus
So sorry for this terrible summary but the word count is gonna be the end of me so I hope this doesn't stop you from reading my fic. 😭
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You are a monster living amongst humans, although after a still on-going months long bout of depression you find yourself living in filth. It doesn't help that your job doesn't pay you enough to live alone, so you share a cramped apartment with probably the worst roommate known to man. Your shapeshifting capabilities are the only thing keeping you safe right now. You are tired. You are lost. You are very, very hungry.
In a fit of desperation you try to snag an easy catch within the new circus that's arrived in town; surely no one would miss one person missing from such a massive crowd? Especially with the rumours already circulating the establishment and its performers. It was the perfect plan. But your hunger made you sloppy, you didn't notice that this pink ticket holder had already been marked...you were stealing food from forces much stronger than you. You would be dead, if it wasn't for your previous generosity to a certain red clown. However, you still owe them, and the ringleader seems to already have a plan in mind on how you can repay them... (manual labour, not sex) -
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Driven by desperation, you seek out the owner of the Northland Bank only to find yourself pulled into a waking nightmare by one of his colleagues instead. Striking a deal with Il Dottore just might be the last mistake you ever make and you aren't the only one who will pay the price for it.
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16 Jun 2026
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There's a circus in town. Harlow doesn't usually pay attention to these things, but it looks scary enough to be up their alley. Provided they can find the time to visit.
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“What do the colors mean?” Then, half a memory and half a joke, “do I get front row seats?”
Harlequin's grin widened. “Something like that.”
“And you want me to use yours, not this one.”
“Sharp of you,” his tone was saccharine.
They offered their hand for the green ticket. He leaned back, gaze flicking between them and the ticket in his hands. They raised an eyebrow, wiggling their fingers impatiently.
Something like disgust crossed his face, overtaken by a gleeful sort of malice as he swapped the tickets out smoothly. Harlow tucked his ticket away before he could notice theirs was punched already.
“This is–”
“I have to get to work, sorry! Thanks for the ticket!”
NEXT UPDATE: 07/08/2026
Series
- Part 1 of In the Loop