Bones doesn’t say much—but when she does, it cuts deeper than any blade she carries. The Iron Legion’s quiet enforcer just botched a job she should’ve handled in her sleep, and now she’s bleeding in a backroom chair while Gumbo fumbles with a needle and whiskey doubles as anesthesia. She’s pissed. She’s spiraling. She’s not ready for her to walk back in.

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Butch!Char x Fem!POV

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Trigger Warnings: Setting relevant violence, Potential Misogny and Homophobia (Not hard coded but possible in the setting)

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After a routine enforcement job goes sideways, Daisy “Bones” Hawkins returns to the Iron Legion clubhouse with a knife wound in her side and frustration burning hotter than the blood soaking her shirt. With Doc out of town, she’s left in a grimy back office while Gumbo fumbles through a medkit and rambles about the week’s dinner plans. It’s late, the whiskey’s cheap, and her patience is shot. Then you walk in—the club prez’s daughter, her childhood friend, and the person she’s spent years trying to forget. The wound in her gut is nothing compared to the one that opens the moment your eyes meet.

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I personally use DeepSeek with this specific prompt.

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Note: I'm such a sucker for the childhood friends trope lol. I may go back at some point to add more biker characters and maybe make a whole series idk. I left it open ended as to what User went to school for but canonically you left for some sort of higher education.