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adventuringblind · 3 months

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So Powerful, So Vulnerable

Landoscar x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Mafia AU, more crack than anything with the way I wrote it.

Summary: Lando has a meeting on neutral ground. Oscar has to make the switch. How'd she get caught in a petty crossfire?

Warnings: Attempted r@pe, gun violence, knives, blood,

Notes: This was far more fun to write than I expected. Another request done!

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She sighs, watching Lando hit his head on the steering wheel of the car. She wants to laugh at his dramatics. You'd think he wouldn't be so whiny since he's in charge of the areas strong Mafia, but she knows the truth.

"I Just - they had one job!" He moans and throws in a fake cry for good measure.

Oscar keeps throwing her looks from where he's spread out on the backseat. He and Lando also make it a point to keep her in the passenger seat and switch who drives. "It's an easy fix. Ten minutes tops, in and out, then back to our original plans." The Aussie shrugs.

"You'll make the switch?"

"Obviously, and if they shoot first, I'll shoot better."

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The club rages around her. Not her preferred method of doing business. Dealing with people isn't her strong suit unless it's with a bullet to the head from the top of a building. Knives are fun to when things get messy.

The crowd is safer than the car if this does go south. Not that she's expecting it to, but better safe than sorry.

Oscar is already gone. He drops the money and gets the hostages while Lando goes to meet them on neutral ground. Simple as that.

Her job is to look pretty and watch the door that Lando had disappeared through. Mocktail in hand to make it look like she's part of the normal crowd.

Technically speaking, they'd only been together for the last year. Her and Oscar much longer than that. Though she has a sneaky suspicion Lando kept assigning both of them to the same jobs for a reason. If any jobs came up that required Lando to go out and needed people with him, they were the first he contacted.

If she had to guess, she'd say he orchestrated this relationship. She wouldn't have it any other way. It's not like any of them know how to do anything normally.

She tries not to grimace as a man saunters up to her. His movements unflattering and he smells like cigarettes. Her nose scrunches up in an effort to fight back her gag.

"You here all alone?" Even his voice is grating to her ears! Can this get even worse?

"My boyfriend is busy killing the guy that flirted with me earlier."

"Yeah right, anyone with that kind of attitude must be hard to flirt with." He scoffs. How mad would her partners be if she stabbed this man? No - she can't - they are trying to finish a deal. She'd blow the whole thing if she did that.

Actually - this guy looks familiar... She takes another drink of the non-alcoholic beverage.

"You alright? you look a little flushed."

"Yeah I'm-" Shit, she knows this feeling. More than that, she knows this man.

He's a hitman for the other gang. The one who has Lando's men. The one he's meeting with right now.

Her heart lurches. The fog in her head and heat are too much. Her body is going to give out on her.

She ends up stabbing him. The knife strapped to her thigh finds a home in Mr. Hitman's chest. He cries out in pain but doesn't pull it out. He smiles at her instead.

She tries to bolt, but three other sets of hands pin her. They drag her outside. The ground scraping against her skin in an uncomfortable way.

She sees the hitman fall to the ground; hears the thud as the pull her out the back where he was trying to follow.

Damn, she kind of liked that knife too. She'll have to go back for it later.

They already have Lando outside. Her blurry vision is enough to see him covered in blood, licking his lips. "You trying to take my girl?"

"Shut it, Norris. This is payback for what you did."

They start attempting to remove her clothes. Like she was going to go down without a fight. Her nails dig into the skin of whoever is close by. She pulls as hard as possible, skin from another getting stuck in her nails as she does.

Her body doesn't have the energy for more than that. She misses her knife. This would be easier if she still had it. The stabbing motion isn't difficult, and gravity would help.

"Get your filthy, fucking hands off of her!"

There is another round of fists clashing. "Maybe you shouldn't have killed four of my guys."

"You killed mine first! They made the deal exactly as intended and you still put a bullet through their skulls!"

This was all a setup then. They were planning on them showing up. Though, there is no way they know about Oscar. If they never intended on sending someone to make the switch, then they wouldn't have anyone on the roof.

Hands are everywhere, wrestling with her clothes. They don't get far, their intentions now clear. The shot echoes off the buildings. To close to be from the roof.

The man directly in front of her crumples to the ground. The spray of the blood from the shot sticks to her skin.

"I believe Lando said not to touch her." Oscar stands there holding the smoking gun.

She watches the fight break out around her. It's messy and loud, but her boys come out on top. As per usual with these things. She would've gladly joined in if these stupid drugs would let up.

The boss had scrambled away with his tail between his legs. Serves him right after this stunt. "Did he really not like you that much?" Oscar throws a raised eyebrow at Lando.

"Jealousy, I think." They work in tandem to heave her body upright and support her back to the car. "What happened on the roof?"

"I was waiting for any kind of signal but got nothing. Nobody showed up. So, I came back down and was greeted by six guns pointed at my head."

"They shot first, I presume?"

"But I shot better."

She doesn't need to see the smirk to know it's there.

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The hot water of the bath feels exceptional against her skin. They'd scrubbed at blood for far too long. The raw skin finally being soothed is relaxing.

The drugs still haven't worn off. Her motor function is lacking, and her words are slurring together, but it's better than it was.

Lando and Oscar are keeping her upright. Her body resting against theirs. Fingers caress her skin. This is safety.

"Can't believe we've had to cancel our date." Lando plops three rubber ducks inside the bath. Oscar's ducks, mind you.

"Frankly, I think we could consider that a date. We went out, got covered in blood, now we're having a relaxing bath."

"You just don't like going out."

She's going to fall asleep here. Relaxed and at peace with her boys. The possibility of drowning unlikely. "I love you both."

"You're drugged and still got blood on you."

"Sexy."

"I killed someone for you."

"Romantic."

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delicate-luv · 9 months

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Two Become One ~ Chapter Three

Summary: After finding out some secrets about Eddie’s past, he makes you an offer you just can’t refuse.

CW: 18+, Minors DNI, mention of murder, fluff, angst, jealousy, quickly proofread, brief mention of smoking, drinking, mention of nausea

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Later that night, you and Scarlett were sitting and having a drink while watching the news. She lowered the volume and turned to you.

"So.. what happened with this guy? Did you find out about the whole home wrecker situation?"

"No. He does have a son. I saw him. Scar, I did something bad. He told me he's not married anymore. I think I broke up their marriage."

"Sure. You can't just get divorced overnight. These things take time."

"You can still tell people that you're not married if you're in the process of getting a divorce." You crossed your arms and leaned back on the couch.

"I think you should go talk to him again tomorrow. Really get to know what's happening and who he is."

You agreed in silence, knowing it was your only option. You needed closure.

She took a sip of wine. "What did you tell Ezra? How did he feel about this?"

"Ezra? Oh, shit. I haven't talk to him since we got in that fight." You rested your hand on your forehead. "I think it's safe to say that relationships over.”

"Are you serious? Girl, you need to get on this."

"I can't tell him. Not right now."

Early the next morning, you headed over to Eddie's trailer. A car was pulling out of his driveway as soon as you were pulling in. It was just something small that caught your attention.

As soon as you arrived, you saw him sitting on his front steps, shirtless, smoking a cigarette. He was only wearing a pair of black shorts. You couldn't help but feel a little bit hot when you saw him.

He heard footsteps on the grass and glanced over.

"Great. You again." He groaned. “I just got rid of last night’s hookup, now here you are.”

"Eddie, I need closure." You weren’t even going to dare to go down the route of his comment about ‘last nights hookup’. But you felt jealous. Extremely jealous. It wasn’t your place, though. You weren’t in a relationship with him, you had no control over what hookups he had over.

"Pretty girl, I don't owe you any closure. What happened between us- that was nothing." He brought the cigarette up to his lips once more. “You don’t stop, do you?”

"My name isn't 'pretty girl', so stop calling me that. How come you didn't tell me you had a son? And where is his mother? I need answers, Eddie."

"I'm going to expect you to come around here everyday until I tell you my whole life story. Right? You leave me no choice...Sit down."

You sat down on the front steps right next to him. “I’m listening.”

"My friend, Steve, takes care of Otis, my son, while I'm doing shows and away. Otis's mom...she's..." he stared at the ground for a minute, "let's just say it's only me and Otis around here. I didn't tell you I had a son because you didn't deserve to know. I was married to Otis's mother for only about a year. I thought she was the love of my life. She left right after she gave birth to him."

After you heard this, you immediately felt like it wasn't your place anymore. "you can stop now."

"No. I want to talk about it." He continued, "It's been 2 years and I haven't seen her since. Jesus, he's turning 3 soon and she won't even be here for that." He sighed and put his face into his palms.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm a fuck up." Eddie was getting angrier, he stood up and put out his cigarette.

"Don't say that." You stood up as well.

"It's true. My son won't have a mother, and it's all my fault. He only has me. I'm not cut out for this." You could see small tears forming in his eyes. You rubbed his shoulder until tears started to fall.

Unexpectedly, he forcefully grabbed you into a hug and started to sob. The anger turned into sadness that he could no longer hold back.

"I don't know what to do.” he said through loud sobs.

You hugged him back. "I'm here for you. If your son didn't have you, he'd have no one. That's better than having nobody at all."

"I don't know why you're being so nice to me." He mumbled as he wiped away tears.

“Because…I’m good at being the bigger person. Plus, you deserve it just as much as the next guy.” You gave him a warm smile while continuing to rub his shoulder.

He finally calmed down and was able to wipe all his tears away. "I know I don’t know you that well…but would you wanna go on a date with me? Please?" He seemed sort of desperate. Very desperate, actually. "I haven't been out with someone since she...y'know."

You just couldn't resist that offer. "Okay. You're arguably one of the most attractive men I've ever seen. Even when you cry."

You both laughed, giving each other one last hug. “Come over at 7.”

You stared into the mirror, putting on your pearl necklace before heading over to Eddie’s. Your white dress with pink roses complimented your body perfectly. The entire time you got ready, you could only think about how deprived of love Eddie must be. It hurt you to even think about what he had been through.

You had no idea what Eddie had to mind when he invited you over.

"You're lucky i'm not blindfolding you. You're not getting any hints." He smiled, not giving you any information. He led you inside, sitting you down on his beat up couch.

“I hope you’re not secretly a serial killer.” You joked.

"I promise, I’m not.” He laughed along with you, grabbing a beer out of his fridge. “Now, I promise we won't get too drunk like last time. You want one?”

“No I’m good, thank you.” You settled for a water. After getting black out drunk the other night, you had sworn off drinking for a bit.

“Pizza will be here soon. Sorry it’s not going to be a michelin star dinner.” He plopped himself down on the couch next to you.

“Pizza sounds great.” You really began to warm up to him in such a short amount of time.

He became closer to you, close enough you could smell his scent once more. It took you back to the very first night you met him. You were thankful you had worn your favorite perfume, assuming he could smell you too. He suddenly jumped up, rushing over to his record player. He had picked up his Billy Idol record and gently placed it onto the player.

“You know…I kind of love Billy Idol.” He shyly smiled. “Its kind of my guilty pleasure.”

You began to blush. He held you close as Eyes Without A Face began to play.

“C’mere, beautiful.” He rushed to stand, holding his hand out for you to take. He wrapped his arms around your waist and your arms were placed delicately on his shoulders. He began to move slowly to the song, moving your body with his.

When I’m far from home

Don't call me on the phone

To tell me you're alone

“I think this is what I needed-some time with you.” He spoke in a low whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He began to blush and went quiet for a moment, “You’re amazing.”

“I like it when you’re nice.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll just have to be nicer from now on.”

Eyes without a face

Got no human grace

You’re eyes without a face

Your heart was pounding in this moment. It was only you, him, and the music. Your bodies moved as one around his small, carpeted living room floor.

Now I close my eyes

And I wonder why

I don't despise

As the song came to a close, your bodies began to slow down, slowly coming to a complete stop. He was staring into your eyes, and you stared into his. You hadn’t realized he had the most beautiful brown eyes until now. You could admire them for hours. He began to inch closer, eventually kissing you on the lips. It felt so brand new, but also so familiar, almost like you had the privilege of kissing the same lips in a past life.

He nervously pulled away. “Sorry. Was that okay?” It was quite sweet to see him be such a gentleman, even though he’s a rockstar. He wasn’t taking any stereotypes, and that made your heart flutter.

You nodded rapidly. It was more than okay. He pulled away, flipping through a shelf of DVDs on the wall. His fingers landed on a copy of Dirty Dancing.

You let out a loud gasp. “That’s my favorite movie!”

“Of course it is, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “This was my uncles favorite movie. It was obvious too, he was a big softie.” He clapped the DVD case against his palm.

“Oooh, can we please watch it?”

He sighed in defeat, but deep down he was still content on doing anything to make you happy. “Sweetheart, will you do me the honors of watching the shittiest movie ever made with me?”

“I’d be honored.” You got comfortable on his couch while he put the movie on. “But, don’t disrespect this movie again or else we’ll have problems.” You only half joked.

“Sure.” He cuddled up on the couch next to you.

Eventually, the pizza arrived and you snuggled up and ate together. The smell of the pizza almost immediately made you nauseous but you didn't think anything of it. The pizza was really greasy, and grease didn't sit well with your sensitive stomach. Everytime you would see Baby dance with Johnny, it reminded you of dancing with Eddie. How that moment that just occurred made you feel like one. It made you feel enchanted.

You had a fun night, and just like Eddie promised, he only had one drink.

It was around 11 p.m when the movie ended, you and him decided to wrap the night up.

“Stay the night? I promise I’m not drunk so I’m well aware of what I’m doing.” He slithered his hand into yours.

"I’ll take your word for it." You we’re beginning to walk into his bedroom until he stopped you.

“Wait, before we head to bed. I dropped off Otis at my friend, Steve’s house.” He stood up from the couch, bringing you up with him. “I gotta go pick him up. You wanna come with? You’ll really like Steve, he’s my best friend.”

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toasted-valentine · 1 month

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Even more Adamandi Things That Got Me Feral

Fair warning, a lot of this is me speculating and nerding out about stage craft, I’ve work set crew for three shows and used to perform when I was younger, so stuff like this scratches my brain in all the right spots. I had to quit cause the new director in my school had the habit of throwing objects at student’s heads when angry. I love theater, wish I could’ve done it more, but I was not willing to risk my own safety for that man. More than one person got hurt, and I took that as a sign to exist stage left.

I’m gonna refer to the actors outside their characters with gender neutral pronouns because I don’t know any of their pronouns, except Vincent’s actor since I follow his Instagram for his art. Dudes got a really cool digital painting style.

•Beatrix mimics The Admin’s hand motions at the end of Read All About It, visually showing how they’re just mimicking what Admin wants, even being a bit freaked out from it. They stumble after The Admin leaves, and look around a tad dazed. These aren’t Beatrix’s own desires, she’s just as much of a puppet as anyone else at Ardess.

•Vincent’s costume patterns clash against each other, stripes, pentagons, and plaid making him stand out. Vincent’s clothing doesn’t even fit in, fighting against itself.

•Vincent’s attempts to join the crowd in Word To The Wise are off sink and off beat, they’re literally being pushed out by the rest.

•Beatrix’s hand movements within Me, Myself, and I cue the others to start singing at the end, a visualization of her pulling the strings. They’re the last one to start singing the “Me, Myself, and I” line when all three groups join in together.

•Vincent completely misses that he could’ve just become a painter, that they’re good at that, and it goes right over their head in Student Body. Like, yes bitch, “as natural as painting” you’re already good at something, don’t gotta go the extra homicidal mile.

•Vincent changes costumes several times within the show and it visually shows his progress into becoming Ambrose. They start not wearing a jacket when freshly in New England, then the long jacket makes him stand out against the rest of the cast so he doesn’t fit in, the yellow cardigan is what Ambrose was wearing at the beginning during Word To The Wise showing Vincent wants to be the Ambrose he remembers from freshman year, later becoming Senior Bassford with the letterman and lashing out to try and bash Beatrix’s head in like Ambrose tried to do to him, and finally settling on no jacket when he’s in his most complete and satisfied form in death.

•Quincy asks if Vincent would kill them, questioning what happens when it’s just the two left, and Vincent holds true that they’d never hurt Quincy. Admin does end up deciding that Vincent wins between the finalist, and Quincy kills Vincent. Vincent keeps to his promise, but Quincy never considers their own potential danger to Vincent in that moment.

•The fact Quincy is too tall to kiss Vincent when standing up, so the actors have to hug when standing, and can only kiss when sitting. It’s so fucking funny to me, cause it would’ve been too awkward a visual to have Quincy’s actor bend down to kiss Vincent’s actor, and due to the height difference they couldn’t do the same staging trick done with Beatrix and Portia’s kiss. The theater kid in me finds this hilarious.

•The red string Beatrix used to remember the lie to Vincent is longer than the rest, allowing the audience to have a constant visual reminder of what Beatrix did. The rest are blue and short, so it’s visually distinct, the bright shade helps it be seen from the seats.

•The actor for Beatrix does a fuck ton of really good visual storytelling, round of applause to them, I like the little bit when they start wrapping the string around their fingers when Portia starts asking about Ambrose’s death and it potentially being motivated by someone wanting to off the other nominees. They do it multiple times, and it’s a great way of showing where the character’s mind is at without saying anything out loud. Plus the little horrified reactions they have during Read All About it, little hesitations throughout the entire show are a nice touch of making it clear the character isn’t very sure about their actions.

•Vincent flipping the typewriter around to face the audience during Oh, Miss Reporter!, showing that he’s imagining the interview and desires one, but can’t really have one due to the nature of his crimes.

•The “fill the fake cigarette with flour” trick to make it look like Beatrix is smoking, really old trick, but such a fun one. When the actor blows into it the flour puffs out, making it look like smoke. I’ve done it a few times in the past for a show my sophomore year, could only do it once tho since we didn’t have time to refill it, so it was up to the actor to decide when it was appropriate to take the puff.

•Roswell hands Beatrix the key to the prize section in Word To The Wise, shoving them out of sight out of mind, and they keep the key on until the end. Roswell and co also give them the jacket and hat. All of it is removed at the end, having them in their best when out of Ardess society.

•You can see how fast each character assimilated based on how long it takes for them to get in step with the ensemble during Word To The Wise, Ambrose first, then Beatrix, then Quincy, and Vincent never manages to join the rest.

•The red strings are taped to the desk, it gives the actor for Beatrix ease to grab it, and there’s multiple incase one falls and they need to grab a new one fast. Plus, good visual storytelling for certain moments, the reminder of what they did is constantly following.

•Quincy gets annoyed when their race is brought up during their interview with Beatrix, and Beatrix doesn’t push any further when told to stop. It’s a nice bit of just clown to clown communication, Beatrix just getting why Quincy wouldn’t want to discuss it any further.

•During Vincent’s interview with Beatrix you can see them getting distracted by everything around them, and in one of the takes he starts carving something into the table. Nice little detail of Vincent having wanted to be a visual artist, but he couldn’t due to his family. They actually starts carving when they brings that fact up.

•The bag that Vincent carries has the different props they need for act one, the scalpel, magnifying glass, and notebook. He takes the magnifying glass during his interview and returns it later in order to bribe Beatrix, whips the scalpel out later on during the Ambrose fight, and is writing in the notebook during the first act. The props are too big to carry in pockets, so the bag is a good way of getting around it. It makes sense character wise, and helps avoid the actor having to rush to find a prop on stage or it having to be positioned within reach of someone.

•During Where Can I Run, Beatrix is following Vincent with a notepad and pencil, nice little show that she’s still interviewing them. Show don’t tell, it tells the audience that he’s still in the interview, but they don’t have to stop to establish what’s happening so they can stay on track for the song.

•When Vincent and Beatrix are smoking on the roof, Vincent’s actor knocks two of the candles over, and you can see him trying to put the candles back in place while faking smoking to make it less noticeable.

•If I were to take a guess, some of the close up shots were done during dress rehearsals so the person recording wouldn’t have to work around an audience and could get better shots, so you can see the costumes change slightly in the recording. It’s a few small things like Beatrix’s actor losing the lapel that they have on during The One Who Pulls The Strings and the tags not having been cut off their gloves at that point. For most of the show they don’t have the tags or lapel, it’s just most noticeable during The One Who Pulls The Strings. If I were to take a shot in the dark, the costume designer bought the gloves that day for the dress rehearsal, but didn’t have time to tie the strings on or cut the tags off.

•Ambrose calls Vincent by his name right before Sound Body Sound Mind, but later on stumbles over calling him Vincent, he stutters halfway through then corrects to calling them Lin. Ambrose remembers Vincent telling him not to call them Vincent, and Ambrose listens when talking to his girlfriend.

•Ambrose’s jacket has multiple A’s on it, he’s obsessed with Ardess’ culture, and has it plastered all over. The other Marmorius member in a letterman also has multiple A’s.

•Vincent being a little shit by silently reading his notebook the first time he’s asked to read it by the Marmorius. That’s just funny.

•Most of Ambrose’s songs are sung in lower notes, but higher ones for I Love You I Swear, even in his songs Ambrose is obsessed with not having anything even slightly femme. It’s only when alone and vulnerable that Ambrose sings how he’s actually feelings. His actor deserves a pat on the back for absolutely carrying, they have really good range and pull off an asshole jock character super well. Ambrose’s character would not work as well as it does if the actor wasn’t as charming with it as they are. 10/10 casting, did it perfectly.

•"I guess I’m married to my work? God that’s depressing.” Is the funniest joke in the show, the delivery of the line made me laugh my ass off first time I saw it, and it makes me smile whenever I watch Adamandi.

•Each of the characters have distinct ways of sitting, which is such a nice way to add personality. You can see these in the different interview scenes, and Beatrix’s conversation with Vincent in the first act.

-Ambrose is lax, seems generally uninterested, he keeps leaning back to avoid making eye contact, and whenever he does look at Beatrix it’s while doing a jackass hand lean.

-Beatrix sits in the gayest way humanly possible during her discussion with Vincent, taking her jacket off and being more casual than she was during the interviews. You can also see them stress smoking throughout the show, during Word To The Wise, when discussing the previous winners with Vincent, when talking about work and Portia with Vincent on the roof, and when trying to convince Portia to not report Vincent for the murders.

-Vincent puts their feet up on the table and Beatrix has to shoo them off, along with that, Vincent continually gets distracted by different objects. He’s not super interested in the interview, just wanting to get it over with fast.

-Quincy tries to keep focused on Beatrix, but keeps flickering their gaze elsewhere nervously, and fidgets with their hands in their lap.

-Portia is the only one whose completely focused on Beatrix instead of having her mind wander someone else. Occasionally she gets shy and will avert her gaze because she catches herself staring at Beatrix, gay panic ensues lol

•The candles are electric, most likely someone backstage has a remote to them, and they flicker in different ways to emphasize different things. It’s such a fun little detail, and whoever was doing it probably had a lot of fun fiddling with the flames. Such a funky little thing. You can see it a lot in Litany of the Martyrs.

•There’s a fucking A on Ambrose’s sweater under his jacket, he’s such a self obsessed jackass, love that lol

•During Me, Myself, and I, when Beatrix is doing their weird little pose while distracted, the way their hands are positioned makes the red string on the side of Vincent and the Marmorius.

•At the beginning of Read All About It, the way Beatrix’s actor lifts the newspaper allows them to wave the newspaper, but also keeps the red string in direct sight of the audience.

•Beatrix takes up Vincent’s green color in the end, their new jacket being a foresty green, I like to think it’s cause they don’t wanna forget him.

•Portia doesn’t get her Ardess jacket until she’s joined the prize section and Beatrix starts teaching her via the mock interview, she has a click to be apart of so fits in. The pink color keeps her visually distinct, most of the other cast wear more earthy or cool tones, a lot of blues, browns, yellows, greens, and grays. Portia’s make her stand out as a more good natured character in comparison. Even the A on her jacket is in a different style, she’s taking advantage of Ardess, but isn’t apart of the culture.

•After the Marmorius die they all gain red trinkets of some kind on their outfit to indicate they’re dead. Ambrose’s is around his neck since Vincent slit his throat. They’re all made out of a shiny material that the lights catch on and make stand out.

•The desk that is brought out in the second act for when Beatrix and Portia are talking has red strings falling out of one of the drawers, Beatrix is running out of space to tie it to on their hands, so it’s just spilling out onto other things.

•Vincent’s bag has a bunch of little sketches on it, some eyes and a few rats are what I could make out, really nice visual that Vincent is an artist. Makes you think “What if he’d just been an artist?” since that probably would’ve fixed a lot of their issues of feeling unfulfilled and like an outcast.

•Portia’s bag has an eye design on it, even tho she’s not fully apart of Ardess culture, she’s still feeling the pressure of being watched.

•When Beatrix and Portia’s actors are exiting the stage after the Vincent pyre scene, you can see Beatrix’s actor begin to fucking book it back stage when the lights go down and they don’t think the audience can see. They need to switch costume really fast and get into position on the scaffolding, so gotta go fast. The hat is actually different, the old one is left with their jacket on the chair in the prize section set, the new one has a different colored ribbon. Old hat’s ribbon was green with a bow, new one is black with no bow.

•I just fucking noticed that the eyepatch Vincent wears in The Other Side Of Failure has the shape of a heart on it. That’s so fucked up.

#adamandi #vincent aurelius lin #beatrix valeria campbell #quincy cynthius martin #portia harper #ambrose bassford

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hsfan94 · 2 years

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This imagine was so sad, I'm crying right now, bestie 😭😭😭😭😭 plsssss we need a happy ending

Pt 2

Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her all through dinner with Olivia. He couldn’t lie and say he’s never thought about her like that. She was definitely the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen but he just thought they’d be better off as friends because he couldn’t bear to lose her. But now, as he was thinking about the last five years and how close they had gotten during the pandemic, he realized just how much he cared for her. He thought about when they first met. They had met through Niall actually and he had thought they would make a good couple.

“Harry mate, I’m not kidding you’re gonna love her. She’s like the female version of you.”

“But I already told you I didn’t want to be set up.”

“It’s not a date, lad. I just want you guys to get to know each other. Here she is.”

“Hi, I'm y/n. Ni has told me so much about you.”

“Harry. Are you still with me?” Olivia chuckled.

“Yeah yeah. Sorry. Just tired.”

He wasn’t stupid. He knew y/n didn’t like Olivia and maybe that was why he didn’t talk about the relationship to her. But even that justification didn’t stop his heart from cracking, thinking about what she said and as he sat here with Olivia he was starting to see things a little clearer.

“We should talk.”

“What about?”

“Us. I don’t think it’s working.”

“Harry are you sure you’re okay? This is random.”

“Is it? We just made up from a huge fight.”

“Exactly. You don’t make up just tor break up a week later.”

“We’ve always had issues. This was never gonna be forever Olivia. We want different things.”

“This isn’t about me at all is it?”

“What?”

“It’s her. I heard her say we were broken up. What did she say before that? That she loves you?”

He didn’t answer.

“Right. Fuck you.”

Just like that she walked out of his life as quickly as she had entered it.

Y/n hadn’t heard from Harry and she was honestly thankful. She wasn’t ready to answer questions about it. She wasn’t too shocked either. He really is a busy bee. In fact, she didn’t expect to hear from him until they were both back in Los Angeles in a few weeks as their homes there are right next to each other. She figured they both needed the time and space to think things over.

What she didn’t expect was to be woken up at three in the morning on October 20th to a pounding on her door.

“What the hell-“ She cut her sentence short at the sight of a disheveled Harry.

“Harry? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just got in a few hours ago and I had to see you.”

She beckoned him inside and closed the door.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” He smirked at her sleep covered appearance.

“No worries, you are always welcome here. What’s so urgent?”

“I love you.”

“I know I love you too but I hardly think that warrants an early morning visit.”

He thought her confusion was adorable.

“No, y/n. I’m in love with you.”

“What?” She froze.

“I think I always have been or at least since 2019. I think that’s why I didn’t want to talk to you about Olivia, I felt guilty. But I broke up with her that night because all I could think about was you and what you said.”

“This is a joke.” She was just staring at him blankly.

“It’s not, lovie. I love you so much and the only reason I haven’t called is because I didn’t want to have this talk over the phone.”

“I love you. So much.” She started crying.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry baby. This was supposed to make you happy.” He pulled her into a hug.

She looked up at him from his embrace.

“I am happy. I can’t believe this is real.”

He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Of course you can, consent king.”

They both chuckled at her nickname and then he leaned down and kissed her. It was magic. He couldn’t believe he had waited so long to kiss her but now that he had he would never kiss anyone else.

They pulled away with huge grins.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s do it again,” he said enthusiastically.

“We can do it as much as you want. Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

“No. That title doesn’t seem fitting. Can I be your everything?”

“You already are,” she said and then kissed him again.

#harry styles #harry’s house #famous harry #harry styles angst #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry x reader #harry pls #harry update #dont worry darling #niall horan #one direction

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I watched the Picard series finale

Going into this, I have chills 👀

Holy shit Seven looks hot as hell

AHHHHHHHH

She's so bad ass

Raffi my beloved 😍

Seven and Raffi looked at each other👀

Seven looks so done while the poor cook dude is explaining how his mom got sick and his brother got a hernia

"You got this." Just gonna think of her saying this whenever I feel like I'm struggling

AHHHH SHE'S ALL CAPTAINY AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW RAFFI HASN'T JUMPED HER😂

Oh shit

Jack is consumed by the collective 👀

The little smile Beverly exchanged with Jean-Luc

Worf: "And I will make it a threesome."

Will Riker: "Do you even hear yourself?" Oh my god😂😂 I'm dead

That look between Deanna and Will😭

If anything happens to either of them I'm gonna cry

Aw, Beverly is gripping that computer so hard

"I can no longer be your captain. I have to be a father"

Oh no

Does that mean he's gonna take Jack's place and die😭

Picard: "Beverly. Lead me to our son."

I'm crying "You did everything right." Oh damn 😭

OH SHIT VOX

Jack looks kinda awesome as Vox

OH SHIT

BORG QUEEN

I got chills

I am so creeped out rn

AHHHHHHHH

Raffi is Seven's number one

I'm so happy

The looks they keep sharing

I'm screaming with how they're finishing each other's train of thought

That poor Cook 😭😂

OOOOOOO SEVEN IS GIVING A SPEECH

I will fight under her

Raffi called Seven captain

Picard to Borg Queen: "You are not his mother!" AWWWWWWWWWWWW HE WON'T LET BEVERLY BE FORGOTTEN

Damn, this queen is bitter

HOLY SHIT

Oh no

Worf. He got zapped

Hope he still lives

"I had no idea it was that heavy." 😂

"We can't do this forever." Feels like she could be talking about more than their ship fighting

But I could be reaching

The way that Beverly fought so well and ruthlessly, and everyone turned slowly to look at her 😂

Beverly: "A lots happened in the last 20 years"😂

"Swords are fun." They really are

"no computer not even my daughter could navigate us through this." Love how proud he(Geordi) is of his kid

YEAH DATA!

Data: *tells them to trust him*

Also Data, seconds later: "Here goes nothing."

Deanna: "Wait what do you mean here goes nothing." Oh I'd hold on if I were you Deanna

The way Deanna is confused about why she senses enjoyment, meanwhile Data is living the dream 😂

OH SHIT

The earth is undefended 👀

Oh. Shit.

THE TITAN IS EXPOSED 👀

Sisters that assimilate together stick together (the La Forge sisters moving around the ship)

Seven's look of defeat 😭

Aw, the look between Saffi

Oh hell😭

"destroy the cube we kill everyone on there." Shit, Deanna is gonna need so much therapy

Beverly looks so freaking heartbroken I want to hug her 😭

"Will, the moment we fire, you'll have a minute at most." The emotion in her voice 😭

OH MY GOD

Oh MY GOD

OH MY GOD

OH. MY. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Damn, it hurts even more watching this knowing that if Will, Picard, Jack and Worf die, Deanna will feel it

Picard to his son: "If you won't leave, I'll stay with you till the end. You have changed my life. Forever." Oh damn😭

HOLY SHIT THE way Jack starts ripping out everything to save his dad

Will to Deanna: "I love you Imazati. We'll be waiting, me and our boy."😭

I'm sobbing

"I know where they are." oh thank God

I'm loving how Deanna goes to the console

Me at Jack: You're not alone, together we stand, I'll be by your side, and I'll take your hand. KEEEP HOOOOLDING OONNNNNNNN

OH MY GOD

Awwwww, Seven giving Sydney a hug😭

Pretty awesome looking armor jack is wearing 😂

Deanna and Will are adorable

Awww, three bros, chilling in spinny chairs

TO SAY I'M SCREAMING AT THE CLIP OF RAFFI, SEVEN, AND THE LA FORGE GIRLS IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT

I love how Worf is just snoozing away 😂

There's still like 22 minutes left, so plenty of time for something to go wrong, but I'm gonna bask in this brief moment of happiness

Oh my god

BEVERLY IS AN ADMIRAL

TUVOK MY BOY

AHHHHHHHH

Seven and Tuvok are talking

Acting Captain Seven of Nine: "I'm resigning from Starfleet." Aw😭

Aw, Shaw was a lil bit, kinda nice😭

Seven's crying 😭

My girl

AHHHHHHHH

Chills

Tuvok: "Resignation denied, Captain"

Raffi got to video chat with her grandbaby🥺

"Strangest thing. My son Gabe, wants me to meet my granddaughter." I'm sobbing😭

Worf leaked the info for her😭

Hell, I'm sobbing

So hard

AWWWWWWWWWWWW he's hugging her😭

Deanna is counseling Data😭

Wonder if he'll meet Daj

Deanna: "We've gone by our time over an hour. Again."😂😂😂

I love how Deanna is searching for beach vacation spots while Data is going on and on 😭😂

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes. Can't wait." Oh she's dreading it a bit

"Still batshit?"

"Stop it." I love them 😂

I wonder if Picard is gonna join Laris wherever she is

"I miss that voice." So do I 😭

"Admiral Picard, Admiral Crusher" AHHHHHHHHH

Ah, Jack is joining Starfleet, I'm sure that'll be a wise and interesting decision

"This is all you son, I'm very proud." AHHHHH

I just slapped my leg so hard

"We know your aversion to fanfare."😂

OH MY GOD

She's beautiful (the ship)

"Out." 😂

"Thank you Number One."

"You're so very welcome, Captain." I. Am. So HAPPY

I AM SO HAPPY

SO HAPPY

Jack's the special counselor to the Captain 😂 this is great

Raffi: "Your first official act of command."

Jack: "Writing the opening line to your legacy, so then, what will it be?"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I WANT TO KNOW MORE

Beverly is so drunk😂

Worf has an adorable voice 😂

A different planet vs Orlando?😂 How random

Oh my god I'm screaming

They're gonna play poker!!!

*slams down on table* I fold OK?

So ... Is Laris just chilling in a restaurant, waiting on Picard? 🤔

Feels like they forgot about her

HOLY SHIT

HoLy ShIt

The way it's an old pic of Gates and Patrick 😂

I love that Q is still alive 👀

Oh, I'm screaming. Like so much

This was so good and idk what I'm gonna do with myself now.

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reinathevocaloid · 2 years

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Fics That Have Changed My Life

(AKA all my absolute fav fics across all my fandoms)

Akeshu

L’appel du vide by Xov

Akechi Goro is alive – one of his biggest regrets is alive and standing in front of him looking like he’s ready for some highbrow sports photo shoot when what he really needs is five years intensive therapy and at least five more steps away from Akira. No, no, no – the universe is not allowed to shove this on him so soon after it just flung him three fucking years into the past.

and i felt the fever coming. [oh the wreckage follows] by shenyanigan

Kurusu Akira has survived a lot over the past eighteen years of existence. A false assault charge. A police-sanctioned scopolamine overdose. Bringing a butter knife and twelve penis demons to a fight with god. Learning that yellow was definitely not a color that suited him, no matter what Ann and Yusuke tried to tell him (and no matter how much that gutted him, because damn, those dungarees were cute). He is, in Futaba’s words, “if the ‘I lived, bitch’ meme were a person.” So it comes as a bit of a shock that the last straw is a cold, of all things.

And even more on my separate list of fav Akeshu/Shuake fics!!!

Joshneku

Fate and Other Impossibilities by Lelek

Neku's never wanted to be special. He just wants to be. After three years in Shinjuku, that may no longer be possible.

Unreal Cities by Lelek

Three years is a long time to be dead, trapped in an endless loop of a city's final days and trying to understand what happened to it. No one told Neku that going back to his own life would be the hard part.

1000 Wishes Between Me and You by astersatdawn

He thinks if his life were to be viewed by an outsider they would liken him to a post-apocalyptic movie protagonist: quiet, wandering a ghost town, entering homes and stores and taking the things of use and leaving the carnage behind, and maybe they wouldn’t be wrong; the only difference Neku can think of is he still can’t bring himself to consider Shinjuku completely gone.

long spring rains by lostsunsets

“It must have— really sucked, right?” Shiki says cautiously, delicately, as if she’s wary that Neku may shatter at any given moment. “Being trapped like that, alone.” Neku returns her gaze with a sheepish kind of smile. He isn’t supposed to talk about his time in Shinjuku, his three year time lapse, all of it— but he figures that Joshua owes him just a little.

now i’ve found some clarity by jesstiel (jseca)

Neku's been waiting for Josh to reappear for two years now, since he won the Game and helped save Shibuya. Despite returning to the RG, a part of him is still tied to the UG, a tenuous connection that he can’t quite bring himself to cut. When Josh finally does deign to make an reappearance, Neku realises that sooner or later he's going to have to choose: the RG, or the UG? Set in a world where Another Day didn't happen, exactly, but still contains major NEO TWEWY plot spoilers

Miyusawa

Situation Normal by Sapphylicious

Miyuki turns into a catboy overnight and some changes are easier to deal with than others.

The path we walk by WindsOfTime

Eijun goggles at the magazine she just shoved into his hands. "W-Wakana!" "I know!" she says, beaming. "That's my soulmate!!" "I know!!" "My soulmate plays baseball!!"

Phantasm by sunbaemint

When humans assassinate their own kinds, they call it a massacre. When humans slaughter otherworldly beings, they name it an exorcism. Sawamura Eijun, however, stands in between.

Flower Marks by bakamura-eijunn (fairietailed)

“You’re a puzzle. A beautiful mosaic of flowers and sunshine and you." -- In which everyone on Earth is born with a flower on their skin, and Sawamura Eijun wears his heart on his sleeve.

Jackpot by Vixenfur

"You know, I'm almost convinced that it was Miyuki Kazuya's bright idea to put a goddamn sex shop right inside of a perfectly normal cafe!" Sawamura threw up his hands. "If it weren't for that place, I wouldn't be as worked up as I am right now!" Haruichi tapped his chin as he nodded along to his roommate's rant. "That does seem like something he'd do... but I don't think that's the only reason you're so worked up over this, Eijun." A college, coffee shop & sex shop AU all in one!

Appeal by Franks22

Eijun’s heat comes three years early, and despite the attention he’s suddenly inundated with, the one Alpha he truly wants to spend it with still feels woefully out of reach.

Ruined Plans by Reyschien

Eijun hasn’t seen Miyuki since he graduated. Sure, they’ve talked plenty since then but it pales in comparison to seeing him in person and getting a glimpse at what months of separation have done to his old partner. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder and while Eijun has found that to be true, his affections for Miyuki swelling until his heart is fit to burst, he finds that that’s not the only thing that’s grown.

Hall of Fame by Alia_Varrin

Sawamura Eijun has always aspired to be the strongest ranged class that the world has ever seen, however, growing up in a small town, in an even smaller guild didn't amount to a lot of opportunities to really test his abilities. Though, when he is given the chance to join one of the strongest guilds, Seido, he is reluctant. After circumstances befall his guild and with the persistence of his friends, Eijun ventures out to a much larger world of facing the most deadly of beasts with a new guild to help him grow and advance in ways he would not have been able previously. AKA, the one in which baseball teams are guilds and they fight through dungeons and raids with swords and magic for sport.

Sladick

as though i had wings by tospreadthewingsofthesoul

Bruce is back from the dead, and Dick isn't coping well. In fact, he's barely coping at all. It feels as though everything in his life is falling apart. So of course that's when Slade decides to reappear in Dick's life and turn everything upside down. A story about learning to ask for what you need, how to hold your boundaries, and how to trust that the people you love love you enough to help.

hold on to let go by roipecheur

The first time Dick met Deathstroke the Terminator, he was twelve years old, and the mercenary broke his leg and tied him up on a rooftop. In retrospect, Dick thinks it started there. Or, Slade keeps tying Dick up over the years, and Dick can't be blamed for getting his wires crossed.

And more on my separate list of Sladick fic recs!!!!

Kinnporsche

i'd probably still adore you (with your arms around my neck) by kurtstiel (and the entire i'm the one for your fire series)

Porsche experiences a drop after Kinn choked him to save him from the minor family. Kinn helps him through it.

love on the water, love underwater by butterflylungs

A day off, a surprise trip, and the dreams they've had to let go.

And more on my separate list of Kinnporsche fic recs!!!

Jaytim

a Study in Red by Ladelle

Unbeknownst to Tim, Jason falls unexpectedly hard for a college kid that lives off brie. or The slow-build Stolen Kisses prompt wherein Jason needs a tutor and Tim miraculously finds the time to pencil him in.

Kaishin

Midnight White by Alaena F. Dragonstar

An explosion at a KID heist puts an unpleasant end to the night. But it was only the beginning. It started when Takagi disappeared.

House of Cards by V. Shalyr

It all started when the strange side effects of yet another failed cure leave Shinichi in the care of an unusual magician.

Paper Faces by Sleeping Moon

When a new school year starts at Ekoda High, Kuroba Kaito is still no closer to discovering the whereabouts of his missing (and favorite) critic. Could a transfer student, the recently returned Kudo Shinichi, provide the clues he needs to find the Edogawa brat?

Morse Code by Miss Emotion

Kudo Shinichi had a bad habit, he tapped his thoughts in Morse code. Bad because if Kuroba Kaito just happened to catch his musings about how he was entertaining the different positions the thief could bend him into... Well it wouldn't be good.

Endless Chase by Desperatembrace

With the Organization on the move for unknown reasons, Shinichi's back to singing his old tune and devoting his entire being—despite coming down with an oddly persistent illness—to taking them down once and for all. Oh, and KID gets involved, too.

Scion by Cleflink

In a world where everyone has an Inheritance, Shinichi hates having to hide the fact that he's a Fire Scion almost as much as he hates being a Fire Scion in the first place. When a KID heist gets complicated by the appearance of an underground smuggling ring, Shinichi's going to have to use every advantage he's got - including his own unwanted Inheritance and a certain irritating Moon Scion phantom thief - to get out of things alive.

Divina Fortuna by Naometry

When Kudo Shinichi was five years old, he had been terrified of the dead. When Kudo Shinichi was sixteen years old, his powers got out of hand for the first time. When Kudo Shinichi was sixteen years old, the Bureau caught up with him for the first time. When Kudo Shinichi was seventeen years old, he got bonded to a familiar. Alternatively: Kudo Shinchi is a necromancer in desperate need of a familiar. Enter Kuroba Kaito.

cinders by 730kc (94k)

"That still doesn't explain what happened back there." The guard just smiled, mysterious, as he snapped his fingers. After the poof of smoke cleared, a rose flourished from his hand. "As expected of the Royal Inspector. Always wanting to know the truth and pick apart the wonders of magic." Conan stared at him as Kaito laughed, light and playful. He tucked the rose into Conan's hand. "Why don't you try dreaming a little?"[Kaishin medieval fantasy AU with a kick of black magic; Shinichi has shrunk, and Kaito is assigned to be his guard.]

The Trust in the Mistrust by cleflink

A bombing at a KID heist leads Shinichi to question the possibility of trust between a detective and a thief.

Let’s Go Get Lost by speckled_dragon

Shinichi always knew he’d leave when no one needed him anymore. He just hadn’t expected anyone to chase after him.

Where the Sky Touches the Sea by cleflink

Personally, Kaito would rather not get into his tragic backstory with his favourite detective, but involuntary physical transformations had an unfortunate way of forcing one's hand.

The Snowy Mountain Bus Crash Case by cleflink

A road trip to meet Sleeping Kogoro's newest client gets derailed when a fatal bus crash nearly takes Shinichi, Ran and Kogoro out along with it. Trapped on an isolated mountain road with the other survivors, Shinichi begins to wonder how much of an accident it really was - and how he's going to stop the person responsible from finishing the job.

Tomarry

A Dangerous Game by Cybrid

Tom Riddle opens the Chamber of Secrets in Harry’s fifth year at Hogwarts. After a botched attempt to extract the Horcrux in Harry’s scar leaves their souls tied together, Tom is forced to kidnap him when he makes his escape. A story of Horcrux hunting, adventure and unwilling attraction.

Welcome to the Cultys by duplicity

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” and 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Kisses Cursed by The_Fictionist

Fairytale AU. Loosely inspired by Beauty and the Beast. Some said he was once a man, cursed, and some that he sold his soul to demons and became one in turn. Others said that such evil as he could never have been human. That he was instead a nightmare, left lingering upon the earth a very long time ago. Harry just knew it wasn't safe to walk near the Riddle House after dark.

You’re Quite the Problem by wulcanbiology

One comment in a fit of anger costs Harry his reputation, safety, and sanity. What will Harry have to do to earn it all back?

draw me after you (let us run) by ToAStranger

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years. Slowly, carefully, Harry twists over and pushes up onto his hands and knees. He stays there, short breath fogging in front of his face, and his pursuer lets him. Harry has no doubt of that; he’s being allowed this respite. This small moment to catch his bearings, heart pounding in his ears, blood singing. “It seems I have finally caught you.”

The Weight of Gravity by Skylanian_Writer

In May 1995, Harry Potter disappears from a graveyard. In August 1996, Harry Potter is found in muggle London. In September 1996, 16 year old Tom Riddle appears at Hogwarts searching for the boy he had spent the last year with. It only gets more complicated from there.

Geokata

Lost and Found by RosamundRosemary

After a curse gone wrong Katarina Claes wakes up with the appearance from her last life. Taking it as a sign from the universe, Katarina exiles herself and heads to countryside to become a farmer like she'd always planned. The gang refuses to give up hope and try to track down their missing friend. As they follow a trail of ancient curses, other identities and books of code, they realize there might have been more to Katarina’s actions besides eccentricity.

Fluri

In the Palm of His Hands by Anonymous

Terca Lumireis. Its crown capital, Zaphias. A young man, found and grown in the Lower Quarter. Hiding a gift that may save the world.

Dazatsu

the path lost children take by Lea

Oda dies before Dazai arrives, his words vanishing into the air of the dilapidated mansion and the light of the setting sun. Four years later, Mori dies in a tragic accident, and Dazai meets Atsushi.

the space between words by Lea

At twelve, he sank into a sea of words, the characters twining round and round him, until he was breathing in another world and living two, or three, or five, or ten or more lives. Or, where a writer touches a boy’s life, and where it takes six years for the favour to be paid in turn.

more than a spell or a chant by Lea

It takes quite a lot to ask somebody on a date. (This is the first part of the incredible Dazatsu Hogwarts AU by Lea!!! I definitely recommend checking out the whole series!!!)

take half a pint (take half your heart) by parhelions

Atsushi isn't sure how he got tangled up with Dazai, coven traitor turned vampire hunter, but he's glad he did. Maybe.

Write My Report by FransGivesMeLife

Dazai only thought that keeping mafia's most wanted bounty under their nose would be entertaining, but the more time he spends with his secretary the more reasons he finds to keep his secret.

Hualian

Crimson and Clover by Naamah_Beherit

A story in four parts about Xie Lian meeting Hua Cheng before his third ascension. Things thought lost are found, old secrets come to light, and one moment changes everything.

You Must Gather Your Party Before Venturing Forth by Naamah_Beherit

On his way down from Heaven to Mount Yujun, Xie Lian's sleeve catches on a cloud. He tumbles down to the mortal realm and ends up three days on foot away from his destination. There's nothing unusual about that. The surprising part is that he finds a companion for the road barely an incense time after hitting the ground.

dreams in the dark by Naamah_Beherit

Stuck on a planet he'd rather never have seen, Xie Lian dreams. Faced with a tsunami of cosmic proportions that will destroy everything he's built, Jun Wu makes a decision. Given an opening, Hua Cheng uses it and takes everything. Or: the story in which the most terrifying being in all of creation loves a mortal man.

To each his day is given by Naamah_Beherit

A story of how Xie Lian got caught in a ruse meant to pacify a certain ghost king and ended up with a husband.

Imagine: Us, Elsewhere by Naamah_Beherit

A story in which Xie Lian meets a ghost in the woods of Mount Yu Jun and in him finds someone he's lost hope to find.

and we were infinite by Naamah_Beherit

Hua Cheng has an idea. Xie Lian is more than willing to try it out. Also, there are clones.

Dawning by hypermoyashi

A fox's favor was difficult to obtain and was said to only ever end in tragedy. They were wily creatures, ones meant only for deception and seduction, but... There were always exceptions to every rule. The one lucky stroke in Xie Lian's life was, perhaps, having one fall in love with him.

Refulgence by Nyerus

Against the expectations of his people, Crown Prince Xie Lian chose to devote himself to the mysterious and feared god, Hua Cheng. The god has not been seen in centuries, nor has he been known to answer prayers in just as long. However, Xie Lian felt a mysterious connection to this god, and resolved to follow where that path would take him.

to bloom a pretty flower (for you) by Nyerus

Following the end of a years-long war that ravaged the Kingdom of Xian Le, young Crown Prince Xie Lian yearns to help the common people. Hiding his identity and under the cover of night, he sneaks away from the watchful royal guards on a regular basis to help the recovery efforts. On one fateful night, he meets the hero of the war: General Hua Cheng--and both their lives are changed forever.

狐狸精的故事; the fox spirit's story by yiqie

This is Xie Daozhang’s first Lunar New Year in the Ghost City, and it’s all hands on deck.

Tangled by ChoAyako

When Xie Lian gets caught again by the cocoon in Mount Tonglu, he quickly realizes that being tangled in Hua Cheng’s power is the only place he wants to be.

but a kaleidoscope by persicae

Hua Cheng has always given everything he is to Xie Lian. For once, Xie Lian wants him to be selfish so Xie Lian can give something back.

Drowning In It by capyshota

The essence of evil is thick enough to drink, and he can taste it even now, before he’s let it under his tongue and into his throat. It’s oppressive, and he has to resist the call to drown in it. Xie Lian tries to pull away but the grip on his wrists tightens to something dangerous. “I wouldn’t, if I were you,” Hua Cheng murmurs.

together by chocolatebun

In the myriad of silk blankets and pillows he’s woven around to fortify himself, tucked securely away from prying eyes with crimson brocade curtains cloaking their canopy bed, Xie Lian stirs.

The Pearl by moonqueenmaia

Xie Lian is perplexed when people begin remarking on the sheen of his skin. Hua Cheng lovingly shows him why.

Beta by indefinitelyforever

In a world full of alphas and omegas, Xie Lian is a beta. He doesn't really get what his friends are going through, and he's not sure if he wants to know, either.

Three Times a Charm, Fourth Time a Husband by Ying_an

The crown prince's cousin has been cursed by fox's magic and the brave prince travels far to the Realm of Foxes to plead forgiveness from the king... However, the wicked Fox King shan't give his forgiveness without a price...

A Vulpine Deception by UmbraSoleil

Perhaps Xie Lian shouldn’t have gone into those cursed woods in search of that spirit. After all, many who enter the woods are known to be turned into spirits themselves, never to leave…

Frenrey

Human Resources Violation by KogoDogo

Spiritual Successor to "It Came From the Vents." Gordon Freeman has spent three years trying to stabilize the AIs he befriended after a disastrous end to a military project. He's stolen company property, ignored his family, and neglected himself in hopes of success. Now that he's made progress, it's becoming increasingly apparent that one of the AIs in question may not be a program at all. No one can say for certain what this revelation will lead to, but one thing's for sure: HR is going to have a field day with this one.

In Which Gordon And Benrey Are Trapped In A Room Together by bennybonny

Freeman turns to the eldritch abomination and sighs. "Okay. Okay. So - if we're stuck in here together - we might as well play something to pass the time. A game." "nice," Benrey says. "I love playing games." (alternatively: The One In Which Benrey And Gordon Get Stuck In A Room And Need To Work Together In Order To Escape!)

run away (into my arms) by scriptdoctors

It was then that he realized just how unnaturally silent the forest was. The only sound to be heard was Gordon’s own heavy breathing as he turned from side to side. It was as if every animal was collectively frozen, holding their breath as they hid out of sight. The air hung heavy in the air, thrumming with a nervous energy as not a single breeze went by. It felt as though time had stopped and Gordon was caught in a loop, unknowing until just then. A twig snapped in the distance. Gordon spun around and faced the noise. In the distance among the tree line was a tall and dark shadow, unnaturally still.

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What starts out as Gordon taking a moment for himself turns into so much more.

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Benrey and Gordon are having a couple friendly rounds of Mario Kart... until Benrey brings up an idea to make things a little more interesting.

Buzz Buzz Am I rite by MtMoon

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Get To The Good Part by crowbar_sfx

“I need to stop thinking,” Gordon interrupts, climbing across the couch and straddling their thighs. He rides that spike of bravery and shoves his face into their neck, breath puffing over Benrey’s ear, confidence peaking when they shudder helplessly. “Make me stop thinking, Benrey. Please.”

Cracking Open A Cold One by BullRun

“you seen this before?” The man was talking at a normal volume in a rumbly monotone. “What?” Gordon startled and glanced over at the creep sitting next to him. He tried to keep his voice down, like you were supposed to in a movie theater. “It’s– No. I haven’t.” The man hummed. It somehow sounded both disbelieving and dismissive. He fiddled with his trucker cap in the dark. Gordon turned back to the movie. Some dudes were standing around for some reason. Plot was happening, maybe. He couldn’t focus on the dialogue. Who the fuck was this guy to judge him? The annoyance prickled under his skin as he fumed in silence. The guy clicked his tongue.Gordon’s self control snapped. “First of all, its still in fucking theaters. Why would I be paying to see it if I’ve seen it before? And second, I heard this movie is terrible.”

Sonadow

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Rodincent

Taste Test by iguana8llama

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Giramy

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And more on my separate list of Giramy fic recs!!!

Butchlander

Scorched Earth by SavageRex

It's been a few weeks since the Temp V gave him his death sentence (and he watched his Not Son chose the Actual Devil over him). Ever since, Billy's been hitting the bottle pretty hard, and some of his many mortal enemies catch him by surprise. He'd honestly be done for... But Homelander REALLY can't mind his own business, and breaks up the party. Billy's got his full attention now, and it seems the homicidal Supe isn't ready for their "game" to end. He has a few ideas on how they can keep playing...

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crmsnmth · 26 days

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September Sky Chapter Two, Part 3

"Yeah, maybe. I don't really know. I do listen. When I can hear," I said. Once again, it felt uncomfortable and weird.

"I'm serious. You pass by a lot of chances when you never make an effort."

"I know."

"How have you been sleeping?" She skillfully switched the conversation onto another one of my major issues, and that was sleep. Sleep and me hadn't gotten along for probably four years The last year with Emily, and then three after. Nightmares, night terrors, sleep paralysis, and huge fights with insomnia. My body just rejected sleeping good anymore.

"As well as I have been. Nothing's really changed," I said.

"The Ambien didn't help?" She sounded surprised. It was apparent that the normal ways people can use to get sleep didn't really work at all for me.

"It helps me fall asleep, but I'll be up an hour later. And coherent. It's not the zombie walk Ambien side effect."

"Hmm, well, did you want to keep trying with this or move on to the next?" She always talked about the meds I take. Making sure that I was okay with what we try. She didn't really like to push meds unless there was nothing else to be done. Like my Lithium and Seroquel. Those were needed and most likely would be the rest of my life.

"It doesn't really matter. I guess I can try this a little longer."

"Let's try until your next appointment. Two weeks should be more than enough time. If it's still not working, we'll try another one. We aren't at the bottom with that yet. There's still plenty of things that can help. We'll figure it out." It almost seemed she was trying to reassure me. She didn't need to. This never bothered me. I'd been through med changes when I got my first Bi-Polar diagnosis at 17. Almost ten years ago. Four years until they put me on the Lithium and Seroquel. Those have been the only constant meds for six years. Otherwise, it's always a revolving door of pharmacists explaining new meds to me.

"Sounds good. Like I said, it does help me fall asleep, so that's something."

Sarah smiled and nodded at me. She wrote something else on her clipboard before flipping to a new page. "Yes, that's true. How's work been going?"

"It's alright. We lost a cook two weeks ago, but that was his own fault. All of us smoke weed, but only a few use harder. Eric used really hard, and become a major hazard in the kitchen." I said.

"Did you have to get rid of him?"

"No, thank god. I couldn't do that. Even if he was a danger, I'd just figure out safe jobs for him, and talk to him. Try and get him some help. I don't think firing him for an addiction is really all that fair to him. It was tough enough to watch."

"So you were there when this went down?" Sarah gave me an interested look.

"Yea. Me, Tom, Amber and Angela were all there. Tom did the actual firing. I guess we had to be there as the heads. I don't know. It wasn't a great experience." I said.

"I guess that makes sense. How did Eric take it?"

"Not well. But he didn't get angry or sad. He just kind of deflated and acted like it didn't really bother him all that much. It was, I don't know, depressing?"

"It sounds like it. So, our time is almost up already. I have you scheduled in two weeks, same time, same place." She stood up out of her chair. I tried to get a look at the legal pad, out of curiosity about what they it was that she would write, but I couldn't get a good enough luck. Letters, but no words.

I stood up right after her, stretching the stiffness out of my body. Her chairs sucked. They reminded me of those old chairs you'd see in hotel room desks. Extremely stiff and rigid, with something they thought was cushion.

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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The Process of Acquiring a Padawan: Part Two

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Fic Summary:

Depa's probably in way over her head, but this feels right. Unfortunately, her hope for a padawan is a formerly adult, formerly Master, formerly General Jedi from several decades in the future, and that's... complicated.

Excerpt from Chapter Two:

When Depa is newly twenty-one, she is knighted. A scant few months later, the Skywalkers come to the Jedi Temple, and remain. She doesn’t run into them immediately, but it’s not long before she does.

They look much the same as they had when she first met them. Ben has grown a little taller, filled out a smidgen. Soka has done so as well, with added notes of having more defined markings, and longer lekku. Master Skywalker himself looks absolutely unchanged.

Some of the padawans a few years younger than her consume themselves with giggling over how attractive the man is. Even Komari, who’s older than Depa, seems distracted.

(If Depa’s ever needed proof of her own lack of attraction, especially to men, this would qualify.)

“Hello, Knight Billaba,” Ylliben says when he finds her. He is prim and proper, the very picture of a deferential Initiate if not for the armor he still wears. It doesn’t make him any less polite, but it does jar the image away from being a cliché. “I met my cousin. Did anything interesting happen with you? Besides getting knighted, I mean.”

“Oh? Is knighting not interesting enough for you, Initiate Skywalker?”

He eyes her as if he’d like to make a joke to that effect right now. She waits, and does not even try to hide the glow of her amusement when he visibly decides against it.

“I have a baby cousin now,” he tells her instead. “Shmi and Jango had a daughter. Buir had a lot of emotions about it.”

“I can imagine,” Depa says.

“Would you to like to see pictures?” Ben asks. He smiles, brighter than she remembers. “If you aren’t busy with important knighthood things, of course.”

“Brat,” Depa accuses. It’s almost unwillingly fond. “Yes, I would love to see pictures of Shmi’s baby.”

His grin widens.

“With Master Koon? Really?” Depa asks. “So quickly?”

“Why are you so surprised?” Master Skywalker asks, spinning his saber as he circles her like a prowling nexu. Depa isn’t exactly standing still, but she’s definitely moving far less than he is.

“I don’t know,” she admits. “I suppose I was expecting that, when he took another padawan, Master Koon would find someone like Master Tholme again.”

“Oh, you know better than that, Billaba.”

She’d laugh, but she’s a little busy avoiding his opening strike for this spar. It is not their first of the afternoon, but she’s lost the last three and rather expects this will go the same. The initial flurry of blows dies down, and he has critiques.

He’s one of the best duelists in the Order, and so she listens. She’d already known he was dangerous—deadly, mostly—with a saber, but it’s taken scarcely any time for his skill in saber-to-saber combat to be tested, confirmed, and grapevined out among the Temple at large by anyone with a shred of interest.

(Given the number of padawans and younger knights that are sighing their way to la la land because of this man, ‘a shred of interest’ applies to a very large number of people.)

It also hasn’t escaped notice that Skywalker, for all his aggressive oddities, has the ear and respect of the High Council. He’s little more than a stranger to the Temple, so this, in conjunction with his mysterious past and specific skillset and children, certainly raises more than a few brows and suspicions.

Master Mace trusts them. He’s even on the High Council himself, now, if only as a the most junior member. Depa trusts Mace’s judgement, and so she trusts Skywalker. Mostly.

(She may or may not still have nightmares about Death Watch and the rescue Skywalker had mounted.)

“I also,” she says, once his discussion on her weak points is over, and they’re back to circling, “was somewhat expecting Sokanth to be apprenticed to a more combat-oriented Jedi.”

“She has me, if she wants to fight or fly or fix droids,” Skywalker tells her. He strikes and withdraws before Depa can retaliate. It’s infuriatingly quick. “She deserves a master that knows who to round her out, to teach her how to be the best of herself.”

“Which you can’t?” Depa prompts. She isn’t entirely sure what it is that she’s even asking.

“She’s my daughter, not my padawan,” Skywalker says, with a flip, spin, and strike that jars her to the bone. She blocks in time, but it’s still stronger than most of her sparring partners bother with. “I’d never be allowed on missions with her. I’m far too attached, and thus compromised, to remain unbiased. I could never put the mission ahead of her, even if there were hundreds of lives that could rest on sacrificing hers, and… well, the whole Council knows it.”

“She,” Depa says, and has to pause to block, drop, and roll to another position. She huffs once she’s back on her feet, and lets herself pout at Skywalker. “She still lives with you.”

Skywalker shrugs. “It’s easier on everyone that way. I move in next to Master Koon, put her in the padawan room, and that way she’s within seconds of him, just like if they were actually sharing a suite, without anyone having to worry overly much about the O2 situation.”

“And Ben,” Depa manages to say as she attacks, though she is immediately parried, “stays in the crèche.”

“New kids always need friends,” Skywalker says, with the wryness of experience, “it’ll be good for him.”

“Until a master takes him on,” Depa points out.

“Eh,” Skywalker dismisses. “He’s got time.”

That he does.

It’s not… intentional, really, that Depa spends quite so much time with the Skywalkers. She’s one of the few people they really know on arrival, and that’s a good start. Mace is friendly enough with Skywalker and Master Koon and Master Jinn to get invited to the ‘family’ dinners.

Master Mace is much younger than Jinn and Koon, but they get along well enough. Unfortunately, even Depa isn’t privy to the why or how behind the particular peculiarities of that friendship. Tholme and Feemor, the latter of whom is actually older than Master Mace, and both of whom were there, aren’t telling. Depa is jealous.

These family dinners are frequent. Depa isn’t sure if she’s being invited as Mace’s plus one—he and Master Skywalker are definitely friends by now, no matter how weird they get about it—or if she’s there because, as a result of shared traumas and somesuch events, she’s considered the first friend Soka and Ben ever had here. It could be either. They aren’t invited every time, but it’s often enough for a bit of a rapport.

Obi-Wan still doesn’t seem to know what to do about the overly serious now-eleven-year-old that claims him as cousin and drags him to dinner, but he’s trying. That much is to his credit. He’s clearly fascinated by the boy, and trying to connect the way he would with most Initiates; it’s not always successful. Ylliben Skywalker is such a preternaturally strange child that Obi-Wan just… flounders.

At least when he drags Master Jinn along, Obi-wan and Ben can team up to glare at him in disapproval, and try to beat him at dejarik.

They are much more alike than Obi-Wan realizes, in Depa’s humble opinion.

Once, Obi-Wan suggests that Depa and Ylliben team up for Jedi-style Pictionary. The rules say no master-padawan pairs, and no parent-child or sibling teams. Obi-Wan shoves Master Mace to Skywalker, Soka to Jinn, and grabs Master Koon for himself.

Soka and Master Jinn trounce the competition soundly, but Depa makes sure to give her partner a high-five when they snag an honorable second place.

As a knight, Depa takes longer solo missions than she did as a senior padawan. Most aren’t dangerous, because she is primarily a diplomat, and not the Jinn-and-Kenobi ‘this is five seconds and one wrong move from becoming a civil war, so we’re sending the relentlessly durable negotiators’ type that go in with the expectation of having to draw sabers… but there are exceptions.

“Knight Billaba, I have enough anxiety over my sister throwing herself at any and every Kyr’tsad commando she manages to run into against all odds while traversing the galaxy,” Ylliben informs her, grim as the grave, “and buir doing his own reckless nonsense when he assumes we aren’t looking. Please do not endeavor to put me in such a position that I must also worry for you.”

“It’s just a broken arm,” Depa reminds him. “Hardly life-threatening, and well within the kinds of injuries one expects from being a Jedi Knight.”

She gives him a moment to pout, and then adds, “also, you are eleven years old. I am twice your age, Ylliben. You do not need to worry about me.”

He huffs, and looks away, and kicks his legs in the healer wing seat. He shouldn’t even be here, technically, but Depa’s about to be released, and he’d come to scold her as she waited for the paperwork to process.

“Your braids fell out,” he says, apropos of nothing. “Are you going to use the Force to redo them?”

“The Force is not the best set of helping hands,” Depa jokes mildly, “not for complex braids, at least. I can manage a ponytail. I’ll most likely be asking friends or Mace to help, if I really need my braids.”

“I could help,” Ben offers. He immediately blushes. “I just mean, um, buir and I both wear our hair long, but it’s not long enough for the kinds of styles I used to do for Shmi back ho—uh, back on Mandalore. Your hair is longer than buir’s, and it’s not like Soka has hair.”

Jinn does, but Depa imagines she’s much more approachable—and fun—than Qui-Gon Jinn.

She can’t help but smile. “You want to play with my hair, and are trying to frame it as a favor to me.”

“I’ve had practice!” Ben protests. “Shmi’s hair is almost as long as yours!”

Depa has to laugh. “Alright, youngling. You can do up my hair while we wait for the healer to get back with my discharge papers. Do you think you can recreate my usual style?”

Ben nods seriously at this challenge, though his eyes are near sparkling. He digs through his bag, digs out a comb and some ties—always prepared, this boy—and bullies her into a position that allows him to reach her head without having to be on his tip-toes.

This is how Healer Sutna finds them, ten minutes later.

By the time she is twenty-three, Depa knows what people are expecting.

Ylliben is almost twelve, his birthday only a few months behind hers. He has been at the Temple for a year and a half, and regularly seeks her out for advice, spars, or just to chat. She hadn’t realized what it looked like, at first, but she’s been a knight for nearly two years now. Nobody would be surprised if she were looking to take a padawan, and there’s one particular Initiate she spends more time with than any other.

The problem is… she doesn’t know that there’s anything she can teach him that a more experienced master wouldn’t be a better choice for. Ylliben is an absurdly intelligent boy, and prone to visions besides. For all that he acts mostly like a child, there have been plenty of instances where he’s clearly been… almost more of an adult than Depa herself.

The Skywalker children speak of memories they should not have. They are vague on the topic, but it’s an open secret to those who they call friend. Depa’s had Obi-Wan complain to her of Masters Dooku and Jinn arguing over clashing conspiracy theories more than once. Some dismiss those memories as particularly vivid memories, or children being prone to telling stories for the sake of storytelling. Depa is certain that Ben’s memories of a long-gone adulthood, however it happened, are real.

She doesn’t know what to do, and so she visits someone who should know what she doesn’t. She goes to Skywalker.

Depa rings the doorbell. She waits. Skywalker takes several minutes to answer the door, and a stray grease mark at his chin indicates why. There is even still a towel in his hands.

“If you’re looking for the kids, Ben’s in class, and Plo took Soka out on a low-grade mission,” he tells her.

“Actually,” Depa says, her stomach twisting and climbing, “I’m here to talk to you, Master Skywalker, should you have the time.”

He eyes her, looking for something. “About?”

“Ben, if that’s alright with you.”

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “That could be half a dozen topics, you and him. C’mon in and take a seat. I’ll make tea.”

She enters. She sits. She waits, and is rewarded with tea.

They’re silent, both of them. They wait. The streak of engine grease from his jaw is gone.

Depa breaks first.

“How old is Ben, in the memories?” she asks.

Skywalker lifts a brow. “I’ll need a little more than that, Billaba.”

She dithers. She rolls her tea mug between her palms, and watches the liquid shimmer and tremble as the ceramic spins. “People expect me to take him as my padawan. I… I do want to. I want to. I think we’d be a good match. I’m just… unsure that there’s anything I could teach him that he doesn’t already remember. A more experienced master might make more sense than a relatively new knight.”

Skywalker just… looks at her. He’s always judging people, weighing them by some unknowable metric. It’s not like being judged by a stranger for her outfit, but like being judged by… by a panel of honored masters trying to decide if she is ready for something, a test for a prize nobody has been given leave to explain to her.

“If half-present memories were enough for him to be an adult and raise himself,” he finally says, “then he wouldn’t have needed a father, either.”

Something loosens in her, just below the solar plexus, and in her shoulders, and the very top of her spine.

Skywalker actually gets up and changes seats to join her on the couch. “I can’t promise it doesn’t get weird or awkward. He knows how to leverage adult memories to win arguments, when he deems it necessary. He’s too clever by half, but he’s… he’s still a child. My child.”

Depa nods silently. She sips her tea.

“He needs guidance, still,” Skywalker tells her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Support and friendship and someone to keep him facing in the right direction, facing forward, instead of trying to spread himself so thinly that he burns out trying to help everyone at once. He already had—will have had, I guess, trouble with that sort of thing as an adult, even, and now? He doesn’t have that control, that skill, that experience to keep himself in check. Unsupervised, he might build those bad habits in before he’s got a solid enough grasp on what he can wakingly remember to stop himself.”

He makes a face, leaning away from Depa. She doesn’t take it personally. “It will be strange and often difficult, but that could be said for any padawan. It’s in the nature of children to be strange and difficult, for those raising them.”

Depa goes to take another sip, but the mug is empty.

“You have time,” Skywalker reminds her, though she needs no reminding. He’s kind about it. He squeezes her shoulder. “Nobody would fault you for giving it another year.”

It’s technically true. Mostly. Nobody who matters would fault her. “When are… when are they going to ‘grow into’ their memories, Master Skywalker?”

“Years,” he says. “Sooner, for Sokanth. She’s almost there. Ylliben… I’d be surprised if his mind settles, and is able to hold everything at once before twenty, and I’d put it closer to twenty-five.”

More of the foreign memories than Soka, then.

“If I—if I take him on,” Depa says carefully, though it’s not enough to stop the stutter, “I imagine I’ll need to know some of those secrets you’ve kept from most of the Jedi. Like what you all were, that led to those memories.”

“Oh, you will,” Skywalker says. There isn’t even a gilding of hesitation to it. “Already planned for, Billaba.”

Lovely.

He pats her on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go talk to Mace about it?”

She should do that, yes.

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#star wars #depa billaba #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #mace windu #anakin skywalker #disaster lineage #mandalore #jedi #true mandalorians #anakin and the jedi babies #Plo Koon #Shmi Skywalker #Phoenix Files

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idontliketomatoesleavemealone · 2 years

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What is Carlos's, Ginny's, and Claudine's relationship like?

TW: child abuse, suicide attempt, self harm, more child abuse, just, a lot of abuse

So first of all I have no idea what I‘m doing.

Second of all, they met at Anastasia “Annie“ Tremaine‘s, the closest thing the isle has to a daycare, when Carlos was one and a half, Claudine almost three, and Ginny around five. they didn‘t know that they were siblings, of course, but Annie probably has a back room or something to put the worst-wounded kids in so they can rest peacefully. and she only has one crib, so why not put the little girl with Pneumonia and burns all over her body next to the little boy with a broken wrist and arm and more bruised than unbruised skin? They wouldn’t be alone, so maybe they‘d cry less? also, shared body heat. and at some point Ginny was probably in really bad shape too, maybe, just maybe, she did it herself, she says she can‘t remember. so toddler Ginny ends up in the crib with her tiny siblings and they start getting to know each other.

Of course, small kids aren‘t cool. and Ginny‘s best friends have too many already. so she doesn‘t engage with them that much as they do with each other.

In school, they distract bullies from each other, or, in Ginny‘s case, yell loudly across the hallways “COME LOOK AT THIS LOSER HE CAN‘T TAKE ON ANYONE OLDER THAN THAT BABY“. though Claudine has barely any subjects and mostly is there to clean.

When Captain Hook dies and Harriet gets her own crew, Ginny‘s eleven, Claudine‘s nine and Carlos is eight. Ginny joins instantly. Claudine does too, after a while. Carlos is scared of the pirates, even though Sammy is really nice and friendly.

And then Carlos‘s mother catches him too close to the fur closet. and she‘s drunk. and doesn‘t like that. and Carlos is not in good shape. Sammy and Freddie, being good classmates, tell Harriet that Carlos wasn‘t in school today. Harriet’s worried and sends Murphy, Marya, Ginny and Rick to Hell Hall to check in. Carlos is on the floor, slipping in and out of conciousness from bloodloss and pain and what do I know. The last thing he remembers is Marya cowering down in front of him and Ginny shrieking from the hallway “DON‘T YOU DARE TOUCH MY BABY BROTHER!“ while probably trying to literally murder Cruella.

And when he wakes up, he‘s in a real bed and everything still hurts but not as bad as before and someone‘s gently running one hand though his hair. It‘s Claudine. Ginny doesn‘t actively acknowledge him, and least of all, that she said that. So Marya nurses Carlos back to health and Harriet tells him he can‘t stay with his mother and offers him a place on the ship, but isn‘t stockholm syndrome nice this time of the year? so he goes back, just like Claudine goes back to her father.

This happens like three times.

Carlos gets to know his sister‘s adoptees, Max and Henry.

At some point, after a really bad day, an attempted drowning, and a lot of breakdowns, Claudine finally comes to live on the Jolly Roger, where Ginny has been since she found Max, and most importantly, where Henry is.

And then, just before they try to convince him to come, Carlos leaves for Auradon.

They don‘t hear from each other for ages.

In Return to the Isle, Carlos sees Claudine as part of the Anti-Hero club, and then Ginny, which is less pleasant, since she‘s trying to drown his friends. She avoids having to fight him.

And a long, too long time later, Claudine - accompanied by Henry, Yzla and Zevon - comes to Auradon, and immediately gets taken in by Phoebus and Esmeralda.

And after even longer, Ginny (with Max, Anthony and Maddie) is in Auradon too.

And I haven‘t though of more

I did my best

Yea don‘t know what I‘m doing

I should put trigger warnings

I finished this and hit post it’s not proofread

#Alright I’ve got tw‘s #What is this #ENJOY #disney descendants #carlos de vil #ginny gothel #claudine frollo

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Someday | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: The Handler kidnaps Five’s wife in hopes of him coming for her, yet he never does.

Request: Well I'd like to order a FiveXWifeReader but I'm afraid you're full of orders and I don't want to get in the way🤧

She sighed, “ This is bloody exhausting, ya’ know? “

“ Well, maybe if you hadn’t abandoned the commission, this wouldn’t be happening, Mrs.Hargreeves. “ The older woman spoke.

The eighteen-year-old girl was tied to a chair. It had been approximately five years since her and Five’s last run-in with the commission after doomsday in 1963. Why they had decided to get them back on their side is unknown.

“ So Y/n, how does it feel? “ The adult woman taunted, “ Your taunting doesn’t work on me. “ Y/n retorted with boredom.

Nonetheless, the adult woman held a glass of whiskey, “ Whiskey? You have absolutely no taste. “ Y/n commented, and the woman rose her eyebrow, “ Really now? What would you prefer? Rum? Perhaps moonshine? “

“ Vodka, straight. “ Y/n snapped, “ What a tough cookie you are. “ The Handler cooed.

“ I’m not thirteen anymore. “ The young girl replied, “ It appears so. “ The Handler stated.

Y/n scoffed quietly, “ What’s the plan here? Why have you kidnapped me instead of one of your pawns? “

“ Well, hun, you know more than anyone that this task isn’t easy. It’s easiest for me to get this job done myself. “ The commission superior answered, “ In case you’ve forgotten, I willingly did this. “ Y/n informed.

“ I know. You did it to protect your precious Five and your sibling in-laws. What brilliant timing of mine. “ She boasted inconspicuously, “ Ah, so that was your plan. Get me at a moment where I’d willingly let you have me. So smart. “ Y/n rolled her eyes as the sarcastic comment rolled off her tongue.

The Handler winked at her, causing her to scoff again. Getting kidnapped wasn’t necessarily on her to-do list, but Five needed time, and she couldn’t let his siblings get hurt. Truthfully, getting kidnapped by the Handler wasn’t torture. It was just irritating with the constant belittling comments.

It was a tedious thing to go through. Five wasn’t around when she did it. Otherwise, the Handler would’ve been shot dead by now. How she managed to come back after the barn incident, she knew not. What she did know was she was threatening her husband's siblings.

The Handler paced with her cup of whiskey, “ What's it like? “

“ Pardon? “

“ What’s it like being married to him? “ The commission superior queried, “ That’s none of your concern. “ Y/n snapped.

“ Does drinking make you sentimental? “ The Hargreeves girl narrowed her eyes, “ And for what’s it’s worth, Five and I are just fine. “

The Handler pondered, “ So where is he? “

“ Hell, if I know. I’m only here because I wasn’t letting you take Claire. “ Y/n replied, “ What is the little girl to you? “

“ Five’s niece. “ She answered, “ His pride and joy. “

“ Do I hear bitterness? “ The Handler teased, “ No, you don’t, you blithering idiot. “ Y/n retorted, annoyed.

Hours went by of annoying banter that, frankly, Y/n didn’t have time for. It would only be a matter of time before Five noticed her disappearance. The last thing he needed on his mind at the moment was the reappearance of the Handler. So when the commission superior left, Y/n began her escape.

The girl flicked a knife from her back pocket, “ You’d think for a commission superior she’d be a tad bit smarter. “ Y/n rolled her eyes as she cut off her restraints.

Even the assassins who had kidnapped her beforehand took her knife off her. Maybe they just knew her better. Since the apocalypse, Y/n always had a knife or some form of sharp object in her back left pocket. It was something she nicked from Diego in the apocalypse. She never told Five where it came from.

So when Diego was almost hit with one of his knives while fighting her after arriving in 2019, he was astonished. Her aim was impeccable and seamless. Possibly better than Diego’s. Nevertheless, a sharp object was always on her person.

Running out of the motel and towards the academy was easy. All that walking she did really came in handy when needing to stay in shape. Despite being a master at her power– telekinesis, she still trained countless days. Five and her would spar. An activity that kept them together.

Knocking on the wooden door to the academy, a nine-year-old girl opened the door, “ Auntie Y/n! “ She yelled, hugging her aunt tightly, “ Hey sweet. “ Y/n replied.

“ So, where have you been? “ A male voice queried, making her look up, and Claire let go, “ We can talk about it later, I promise. “ Y/n replied, not wanting to talk about it in front of Claire.

He sighed, “ Fine. “

“ Thanks, love. “ Y/n smiled gratefully, “ Yeah, whatever. Claire, you should go see the cookies Grace made. “ Five smiled softly at the little girl.

“ Okay. “ Claire responded, walking away.

Once she was out of eyesight, Five embraced his wife closely, “ I was worried. “ His voice held so much concern and love it made her heart melt, “ I tried to be fast. “ She answered.

“ What happened? “

And so she explained everything. From top to bottom, she informed him on everything she learned, which wasn’t too much but enough to know for now. But when she brought up the fact she went willingly, the look in his eye was not one any person would want to cross.

“ She threatened to take Claire. Or one of your siblings. So I went willingly. I watched her tie my hands and tie me to a chair. “ Y/n informed, “ You voluntarily decided to get kidnapped to save my family? “ Five questioned, not meeting her eyes any longer.

She shrugged, “ Perhaps. “

“ You choose the right woman. “ Diego announced from the steps, and Five had a prideful smile present, “ Don’t get too full of yourself, Hargreeves. “ Y/n replied, playfully walking away towards the kitchen.

“ What's it like? “ Diego questioned his brother, “ Excuse me? “ Five responded.

Diego turned to look at Y/n and Claire in the kitchen, “ What’s it like being married to her? “

“ Well, it’s- “ Five couldn’t find the right words, “ It’s like coffee. “

“ The meaning is? “ Number two inquired, “ Well, some days it’s like hot and cold others it could be warm. It depends on the day and how the person feels. “ Five answered.

It was silent for a minute as Five watched Y/n happily talk with Claire about something. She looked absolutely stunning. Her eyes shined as Claire spoke passionately about the topic. Maybe that’s why she liked Y/n so much, because she listened to her no matter the subject.

Diego swallowed, “ Do you want kids? “

The question took Five a long moment to ponder. He wasn’t expecting that question in the slightest. Sometimes he forgets that he’s already lived his life and is still mentally sixty-three. Sometimes he prefers to act like an actual eighteen-year-old.

“ Someday. “

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With You

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, College!AU, established relationship

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Although trying to fight it, Jeongguk can’t help but become insecure about your relationship after your ex best friend starts filling his head with lies about you and Taehyung, his best friend who you just so happened to be out with that day. Good thing is, you’re right there with him to reassure him you want him and only him.

—Alternatively, the one in which during a heated make out session you find out your boyfriend is a virgin, and decide to help him get himself off.

Warnings: Heavy making out, light body touching (?), dry humping, confident Guk and shy/awkward Guk keep switching places, handjob, blowjob. And yup, Guk’s (still) a virgin.

A/N: Helloo, this from part 28 of my Social Media AU ‘Tiger Flower’, but I guess you can still read it if you haven’t read the full story lol. So this was supposed to be a 2k drabble like the ones I always write but I got a bit carried away 🤡 I hope you enjoy! 💕 ALSO, someone asked me to bold the beginning and ending of the smut part(s), so if you don’t wanna read the smut just look for the bolded words and skip what’s in between lol.

Running his hands through his face as the elevator’s doors opened, Jeongguk started walking through the hallway to his place, head lowered as he absently looked in his pocket for the keys to the apartment.

The conversation he had with Sooyeon was still going through his mind over and over. Although he had managed to sound confident enough through the texts they had exchanged and he had put her in her place —along with blocking her ass just like he had wanted to ever since the first time she brought you up into the conversation—, he could not deny her words did hit home.

Taehyung was definition of your type. Outgoing, talkative, funny, handsome. The life of the party, in other words. Something he was not, and something he would never be, considering he did not show up to parties at all if it wasn’t because he was either forced to by his friends or because you would be there.

Taehyung could most definitely show you a good time, whereas he, on the other hand…

No, fuck that. You were dating him. He was your boyfriend. He, Jeon Jeongguk. That was all he could find comfort in.

Then again, you were not with him right then. You were somewhere else with Taehyung. As friends, but still. And then again, just like he had a high school crush on you and found himself falling all over again three years into college, so had you with Taehyung right before dating him. Would it really be that hard for you to fall for him a third time when the two of you were still so close?

He shook his head, as if trying to shake his thoughts away. Don’t let Sooyeon get to you, Y/N’s with you for a reason. Don’t let Sooyeon get t—

“Hey…”

Before his head could keep on torturing him, your voice brought him back out of his small trance, fixing his wide doe eyes on you for two seconds before he took in his surroundings, only then realising he had already reached his apartment’s door.

Staring back at you, his eyes lit up.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What… What are you doing here?”

You shifted nervously in your place. “You sounded kinda off through texts, so I just wanted to check up on you”.

He nodded quietly, fighting the huge smile that was threatening with forming on his lips.

Because you were there. With him.

“You didn’t, um…” his eyes travelled to the door for a second before they were back on you. “Joon-ie hyung didn’t open the door for you?”

A small laugh escaped your lips at the way his eyebrows had furrowed, ready to fight his roommate for leaving you waiting out there for God knows how long. “I didn’t call on the door” you explained, causing his eyebrows to knit further together in utter confusion. “I didn’t know if you wanted me here at all, so I thought I’d just wait outside in case you wanted to be alone and asked me to g—”

Your words were cut off by a sweet kiss being pressed to your lips. Although taken aback the first second, you smiled when he cupped your face to press his mouth deeper against yours.

“What was that for?” you smiled once he pulled away, eyes still closed as you felt his nose gently bumping yours.

“I’m just happy you’re here” he breathed contently.

“That’s good to hear” you sheepishly admitted, resting your hands on his chest. “I honestly thought you would ask me to leave”.

He shook his head no, pecking your lips before he pulled you into his arms. “Don’t be silly, you know I always want to be with you”.

You took in a shaky breath, feeling all the tension you had been building up until then leave your body for good, and then wrapping your arms tightly around him as well. “Yeah, but you sounde—”

“Shh,” he hushed you, pressing a brief kiss to your neck. “I want you here”.

You let out another laugh, not only because of how happy his words made you, but because of the way he later grabbed your face once again to start peppering kisses all over it.

“Yah, Jeon Jeongguk!” you called him out in between giggles. “We’re in the middle of the hallway”.

He laughed, pecking your lips one last time before he pulled away. You just didn’t know how much it meant to him having you there with him right then when he needed you the most.

Without another word, he took his keys out of his pocket, like he had intended to minutes ago, and finally opened the door.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to look at you with a raised brow. “You’re coming in, right?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, since you ask so nicely…”

Rolling his eyes at your overdramatic ways, he grabbed your hand, pulling you inside his place with him, not giving you time to even take a look around as he dragged you into his room.

“I don’t even get to say hi to Joon?” you teased as you closed the door behind you and he went to lie down on his bed.

“You can go say hi if you want” he replied simply, resting his weight on his elbows so he could properly look at you.

“Nah,” you shrugged, watching his nose scrunch up as his lips parted into a big smile when you started walking towards him. “I came to see you after all”.

“That you did” he contently affirmed, that being all he needed to let go of his intrusive thoughts.

Letting his back fall on the bed once again, he stretched his arm out on the mattress for you to go over there. Without another word, you crawled in bed with him, resting your head on his arm just like he wanted you to, scooting closer to him when his hand rested on your shoulder, and then resting yours on his chest.

“So how was work?” you tried to initiate small talk, tenderly running your fingers in circular motions from his chest to his abdomen.

The sigh that had escaped his mouth let you know not so well.

Work itself had been alright . What happened afterwards when he was heading home and Sooyeon texted him? Yeah, that had been shitty as hell.

“I blocked Sooyeon” he let you know.

Your head snapped up. “Hadn’t you already done that?”

“From Instagram, yeah” he nodded. “I blocked her phone number now. It can be a little awkward tomorrow when I see her but it’s the last day of filming, so I couldn’t care less”.

Although wanting to laugh —because, let’s be honest, that new piece of information could only bring you joy—, you ended up pouting in confusion.

“Something happened?”

“The usual,” he took in a deep breath. “She was talking shit”.

You nodded understandingly. Although wanting to know the details, you understood he didn’t really want to talk about it, for otherwise he would’ve told you by then. So, you said nothing, settling for pressing a lingering kiss to his shoulder instead.

“Is that why you were upset?” you wondered.

Jeongguk stayed quiet, both in awe at how you could tell he wasn’t feeling his best just by a couple of texts, and once again upset at the conversation he had held with Sooyeon earlier that evening.

“Kinda” he tried to shrug it off.

You puckered your lips, stopping your soothing motions on his torso and resting your palm on it instead so you could support your body up as you looked for his chocolate eyes.

“Was it because I went out with Tae?”

The way his body had tensed was all the answer you needed. However, he surprised you by shaking his head no.

“It wasn’t… I mean,” he sighed, pushing his hair back with his hand. “You guys are friends, it’s okay”.

You stared at him intently. Maybe he claimed it didn’t bother him, but his eyes right then, which remained fixed on the ceiling instead of your concerned ones, told you otherwise.

Placing your hand on his arm and giving it a light squeeze, you leaned in to briefly press your lips to his cheek. “I’m sorry,” your sincere words managed to catch his attention. “I should’ve asked if you were okay with it”.

He shook his head no immediately, sitting up and resting his back on the headboard. “You don’t need to ask for my permission to meet up with people, petal”.

“I know, but,” you shrugged, sitting up as well by his side and focusing your eyes somewhere other than his. “Everything is still kind of recent, I should’ve been more considerate of your feelings. I’m just so used to hanging out with mostly guys that I forget I have a boyfriend now and you—”

You caught on the way he had —teasingly— raised up a questioning eyebrow, making you mentally go over the words you had just said and panic once you realised how wrongly you had worded them.

“Wait, no!” you tried to correct yourself immediately, as he could no longer hold his serious semblance and started laughing. “I don’t forget I have a boyfriend, I meant that I forget you might not be very fond of—yah!” you called him out when his laugh did no longer allow your words to be heard.

“I know what you meant, petal” he reassured you, grabbing your hand and gently running his thumb on the back of it. “You look so cute when you panic”.

“Aish, you’re so annoying” you crossed your arms over your chest.

Chuckling at your cute annoyance, he took advantage of your folded arms to pull you towards him by them, having you instinctively straddle his lap after his lips collided with yours.

“You’re really okay with it then?” you asked one last time, cupping his face as he opened his eyes; watching the way they smiled right before he nodded.

He trusted you. Both you and Taehyung. He really did.

He knew the two of you were just friends. After all, he had told Taehyung it was okay for him to hang out with you from time to time back when they had The Talk. And he was truly okay with it. It was just that he couldn’t help being insecure sometimes, and Sooyeon’s words had only managed to increase that feeling.

He needed some reassurance from you, that was all.

“Just…” he licked his lips as he tried to find the right words. “You want to be with me… right?”

You answered his question with a slow, lingering kiss. One that left him aching for more, lips slightly puckered when yours left their touch. “I’m with you for a reason, bun” you cooed. “I mean, I am your girlfriend after all, am I not?”

He smiled blissfully, still feeling a wave of heat run up his body whenever that word was mentioned in reference to you, as he was not quite used to it yet. “Don’t go forgetting I’m your boyfriend then”.

Just as a light laugh escaped your mouth at his mocking remark, he entangled his fingers in the hair at the back of your head to pull you back into his lips, resting one of his hands on your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck the way he loved it, slightly opening your mouth to give him easier access to it.

And maybe it was the loose fabric of the oversized hoodie of his you had kept and were wearing that day, that made it so easy for his hands reach for your naked body underneath, or maybe it was just the way he had been craving you for so long, what made him dig his hands inside of it without a second thought — fingertips hesitantly tracing your skin and thumbs drawing circles on your waist for a couple of seconds before they trailed all the way up to the hem of your bra, where they stopped in their tracks and travelled to your back instead, as he didn’t want to overstep any more boundaries than he already thought he had.

Earning a small protesting whine from him when your mouth let go of his, you surprised him by digging your own hands under your hoodie and grabbing his wrists, causing a shaky break to abandon his mouth when you placed his hands on your breasts, just like that, giving him the last little push he needed to do what he was dying to.

“You can touch me all you want” you managed to say a little out of breath, not having time to feel shy at your own words under his piercing stare before his mouth was once more smashing on yours.

Enjoying the spoken consent you had just given him, he wasted no time in cupping your breasts, smiling in between your kisses at the way they felt so perfect in his hands — imagining how much softer they would feel without the lacy fabric in the way.

Letting go of one of them, he placed his hand on your bare back to pull you closer against his chest, giving the one still in his hold a firm squeeze that had you moaning against his lips.

And right then, he felt something he had not quite felt before. It was the way he felt his blood boil and the way he wanted more. He wanted to hear more of that melodic sound. He wanted more of you.

Only, the next second, it was you the one making a raspy moan come out of his mouth, when you grinded against his lap, providing him the friction he didn’t know he needed so bad.

Removing one of his hands from underneath your hoodie, he cupped one of your cheeks to keep you steady as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tracing its outline so you would open up. Doing as he wanted, you felt his tongue pleasantly massage yours, deciding right then you also wanted to feel his bare skin against your fingertips, not letting any other second go by before your hands were already making their way inside his black sweatshirt, feeling goosebumps form on his skin as your faint touch inevitably tickled his abdomen.

Letting go of his mouth, you planted a kiss to his jaw before making your way down to his neck, getting a gasp out of his mouth when you started sucking at the sensitive skin.

With the intention of keeping you still on his lap as your hungry lips worked on his neck, he placed both of his hands on your hips — momentarily forgetting about his own strength and ending up pulling you down roughly enough for you to unintentionally rub once more against his already hardening member.

“Fuck” he rasped, feeling you smile agains his neck before you rolled your hips one more time just to get another moan out of him.

Not letting go of your hips, if anything grabbing them tighter, he turned both of you around so he could be in control now. With your head hitting the soft pillow, and still taken aback by his sudden actions, you allowed his needy lips to attack yours once more for a while before they peppered small kisses all their way down to your neck.

“Jeongguk” you moaned when he thrusted his hips against your center.

He smiled, loving the tone his name had just came out with from your pretty lips. Wanting more of it, he did it again, going back to your mouth right in time to muffle the moan that had just escaped your mouth, as you could not be anything other than grateful at the fact he had decided to wear a pair of dark joggers that particular day, allowing you to feel his stiff member with little to no restraints.

With one hand holding onto your hip and his other one making its way back inside your hoodie and up to your breasts, he cupped one of them — his thumb giving attention to your nipple by making circular motions over the thin fabric of your bra and having you bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan.

Losing yourself into his pleasant touch, you rested your hands over his back, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, pulling his hips once more into your center. A satisfied smile curved up your lips at the way he had to let go of your mouth and buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle the quite loud moan that had just escaped his lips — thrusting into you one more time just as you rolled your hips up to meet him there.

Breathing heavily at the ongoing friction, you let your hands travel down to the waistband of his joggers so you could pull them down and feel him up.

And although for just a second, you felt his lips abandon the spot they had been teasing on your neck — an almost inaudible gasp escaping his mouth as his body tensed up.

That was all you needed to stop.

“What happened?” you worried.

“Nothing” he was quick to try and brush it off, going back to pepper wet kisses to your neck.

“No, Guk” you lightly pushed him off you, cupping his face in your hands so he had no choice but to look at you. “If you don’t want t—”

“I want to” he stated before you could even finish your sentence.

Fuck, he wanted to.

“Then?”

Jeongguk sighed in defeat, managing to break free from your hold and letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. “It’s embarrassing…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding where he was trying to go with this at all. “You can trust me”.

He took in a deep breath. He knew he could trust you. He knew you would never make fun of him for such a thing. However, to him, his lack of experience, especially since you did have some of it, could only be something he felt insecure about.

“Bun…” you tried to reassure him, wrapping your arms around him and planting kiss after kiss to the side of his head.

“I’ve never…” his voice came out muffled as he spoke against your shoulder, making it harder for you to hear.

“What?”

“I’ve never had...” he spoke louder this time. “You know…”

He found delusional how hard it was for him to admit it. He had never really minded, to be honest. Whenever his friends teased him because of it he would just brush it off. It wasn’t that he was not interested in having sex, he was a young man with many needs after all. And it wasn’t that he didn’t feel ready either —or well, that until that evening, because it was fair to say he was freaking out now that it was you the one he was about to be with—. It was just that no one had ever caught his attention the way you had. There was never someone he felt the need to have this kind of intimacy with, until you.

That’s why, unlike with his friends, he did mind when it came to you. It was hard for him to admit it to you because, although he knew you’d understand, you could always be disappointed at his lack of experience, and it was precisely not being good enough for you what worried him the most, what had made him hesitate before.

“You’ve never… had sex?” you softly finished for him.

He nodded shamefully, and for a good couple of seconds you couldn’t believe him. Yes, he had told you once he had never been on a date, but dates are different than sex. For starters, you didn’t need to really talk during sex, which was what you knew troubled him the most about dates and just meeting people in general. Besides, with a guy as handsome as Jeongguk, you had been positive he must’ve been with someone at least once.

However, opposite to the disappointed reaction he thought you would have, he found himself relaxing under your touch when you pressed a kiss to his head.

“Gotta say I can’t believe and am kinda disappointed that no one ever tried to jump your bones before” your bold words had him laughing in a second, pinching one of your sides to call you out on them. “Seriously, bun. I mean, look at you!”

“Shut up” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

You chuckled, gently shoving his face with your shoulder to let him know you wanted him to look at you, making him feel at ease just by seeing the smile on your lips once he did as told. “It’s okay”.

“It is?” his voice came out uncertain.

You nodded, cupping his face. “Of course it is. I’ll wait for as long as you want me to”.

“But I want to” he pointed out embarrassingly fast, earning a light laugh from you.

“Then I’ll just wait until the moment’s right and you feel like going through with it without hesitating” you kissed his pink lips briefly — as if on cue, your heads snapping to the next room after hearing Namjoon drop something and cursing at it. “And until we’re alone and won’t risk being heard by our roommates, maybe”.

Jeongguk laughed at your last addition, leaning in to peck your lips three times. “I like the sound of that” he smiled, only for it to be erased when his eyes instinctively went down to the problem he had just been left with inside his pants. “I should probably, um…”

Your eyes followed his as they glanced down to his still hardened length. You had been too caught up on kissing him before to pay attention to it. But now, watching the outline of his erection poking through his sweatpants, you found yourself wanting more of him all over again.

“I can help you with that if you want” you couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, having his attentive eyes lock with yours in a second. “We don’t need to have sex for that”.

Jeongguk licked his lips, deep in thought over something he already knew the answer to. “Don’t feel like you have to...”

“I want to” you stated.

Simple as that, he found himself nodding — your determined eyes being the last push he needed to let go of the shyness he had suddenly been filled with and just give in to what he wanted, to what he needed.

With a smile curving up your lips, you gently stole a kiss from his mouth, sweetly pecking it a couple of times before you finally sucked on his bottom lip — a muffled moan coming out of his mouth when you gave it a teasing bite right as your hand palmed him over his pants.

“You have to be quiet” you reminded him with a light laugh. And for a second there you were kinda glad it wasn’t you the one on the receiving side, for you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep it down either at all.

Not being able to say anything in reply, he just nodded — a pretty eager nod that seemed more like one to move on from the topic already than one of agreement. Nevertheless, you had no intentions of stopping, (un)luckily for him.

Pressing another kiss to his swollen lips, you fidgeted with the waistband of his joggers just like you had intended to before. This time, he didn’t tense up, and you took that as your green light before you dug your hand in them.

“M—Fuck” he mewled when you took a hold of his cock, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you guided it out of his clothes.

Letting go of it for a second, you helped him on his back so you could sit up into a more comfortable position before wrapping your hand around it again, and right then you could’ve sworn you would never get tired of the pretty sounds that escaped his lips every time you touched him.

Gently, as you were just then discovering what it was he enjoyed the most, you started giving him a few pumps, trying to find the right pace for him and his needs.

“Baby, fuck” he breathed out, leaning his head deeper againt the pillow as he looked for some kind of support.

And it was the way he faintly thrusted his hips up into your hand, what let you know he was craving more. Not having to think twice, you sped up the pace of the way your hand moved up and down his length, tightening your hold on it just a little bit more.

“Mm… Just like that,” he let you know softly, as if suddenly remembering about the whole being-quiet-thing. “Just like that”.

“Feels good?” you wondered, enjoying the view of his furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes as he gave in to your touch.

“So good” he agreed.

Licking your lips, you stared down at his hard cock in your hand, giving it one last pump before your thumb slowly spread his precum over its tip.

“You alright with just my hand?” you asked and he was nodding before you could finish the question, which made you wonder if he had even heard it at all or was immersed enough in his own pleasure to agree to anything. “Or would you enjoy my mouth being wrapped around you better?”

His eyes opened as soon as the word ‘mouth’ was on the table, studying your face for a couple of seconds to make sure you were not playing with him in his vulnerable state. At the sight of your lustful eyes on him, however, he knew you were indeed very serious. And he’d be damned if he ever turned down such an offer.

“I want your mouth” although determined, his voice came out shakily.

Nevertheless, you were willing to comply with his wishes.

Jeongguk was on the edge of losing it when he saw you smile and make your hair out of the way right before you leaned down, removing your thumb from the tip of his cock so you could replace it with your tongue instead — a hiss escaping his mouth when you licked the traces of the precum you had just spreaded over it.

Giving him two small pumps, you allowed yourself to take him in your mouth; far from being able to take his entire length, yet enough for his body to tremble out of utter pleasure.

“Y/N…” he whimpered, fingers entangling in your hair as he desperately tried to control the overwhelming pleasure your wet mouth and tight lips wrapped around his cock were giving him.

Not once had he ever felt this good before, both your hand and mouth taking him places his hand alone could’ve never taken him to. And he was afraid he would come in your mouth anytime by then.

Pulling it out of your mouth, you threw him a small glance before you carried on — your tongue tracing all the way from the base to the tip, hearing him moan when you took him in your mouth a second time.

“Fuck, baby, you—ah,” he moaned when you swirled your tongue over his tip. “You feel so good”.

Enjoying way too much being the reason behind how good he was feeling, you decided to do him a favour and push him closer to his release for once and for all.

Slightly tightening your hold on him, you started once again moving your hand up and down his length, switching between the ministrations both your hand and mouth were applying on it, and knowing you were driving him over the edge when his hold on your hair tightened and his body trembled ever so slightly.

“Y/N…” he panted. “F-Fuck, I’m—”

His words were cut off by the heavy breath he had to take when you gave him one last particular pump, trying his best to hold on. Noticing that, you gave one of his thighs a squeeze to let him know it was okay for him to let go. And he was so desperate to reach his high right then, that your small gesture alone was all he needed to do so.

Closing his eyes, he found himself having to cover his mouth with his arm not to be too loud when his orgasm hit, feeling his warm release spreading into your mouth. Moving his hand up to cover his eyes as he came down from his high, letting himself get lost in the aftershocks of it, he missed the way you tasted his release in your mouth.

Cleaning the small stains of it left on the tip of his member, you adjusted it back inside his pants and went to lie down next to him, smiling adoringly at the way his chest moved up and down as he tried to catch his breath and tenderly removing his arm from his face, having his eyes find yours in a second.

“Was that okay?” you asked, softly removing a few strands of hair that had gotten stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead.

Jeongguk smiled incredulously, gently running his fingers through your hair to try and fix the mess he had made on it. “You even have to ask?”

And somehow that was all you needed to hear for the heat to reach your face, suddenly feeling shy at what you had just done.

Catching up on that, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a couple of kisses to your cheek before moving them to your mouth, where they remained for a little longer.

“You’re amazing” he said truthfully — the way he had said it, letting you know he did not just mean it when it came to sucking him off.

You smiled wholeheartedly. “Yah, don’t” your eyes focused somewhere else, feeling your face burn.

Jeongguk smiled sweetly, managing to draw your attention back to him by ever so tenderly caressing your cheek. Fuck, he loved you. And right then, with your eyes looking at him in a way he thought they had never when you were just friends, although unspoken, delusional even, he really felt like maybe you felt the same, too.

Tilting your face up just enough, he connected his lips with yours for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. “I’ll be good to you, too”.

You chuckled, loving the idea of it and kissing him briefly to let him know you did. You knew he would.

“When we’re alone, though. I won’t have Joon hear from me what he probably just heard from you”.

Jeongguk laughed, deciding to say nothing and instead pull you tightly into his chest and rest his chin on your head. And although he knew he might never hear the end of it from his friends, for once, he did not care what the rest had to either think or say.

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the-goings-on · 2 years

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How You Met/Started Dating JJK Characters

Pairings: Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Inumaki Toge, Zenin Maki x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None really, very light swearing, gn! reader (mentions of reader being able to get pregnant in Inumaki’s)

Notes: Part one of ? I’ll make another if people like it

This is my first headcanon, please be gentle

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Itadori Yuji:

You came with Megumi to look for Sukuna’s finger

You saw him when he stood up for his friends (despite that being a really dumb thing for just a normal kid to do) and immediately knew he was something else

He thinks your hot from the first time he saw you

Definitely thought you and Megumi were a thing though

When he found out you weren’t: instant simp

Either you both started obviously crushing right away;

Or you both danced around each other for so long someone else had to push you too together

If it’s the first one, he asks you out very eagerly within the first few weeks, and it’s smooth sailing from there (well, as smooth as a first relationship can be)

If it’s the latter, after one and a half painful months of watching you two fumble around asking each other out, Nobara convinced Megumi to help get you too together

There was definitely some white lies and and a closet involved, but after a mutual confession and maybe a kiss, you two had no trouble forgiving them

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Fushiguro Megumi:

You are a first year he picked up after Nobara

You were VERY excited to start your time at Jujutsu Tech, so you didn’t really try hard to make a good first impression

He was aloof right from the beginning, but you couldn't help but find him endearing

After a little while, he would let you play with his demon dogs, and if he thought you were strong enough, let you take the lead on fighting curses (now that’s real love)

I feel like he is demisexual, so he wouldn't fall in love immediately, it is more of a gradual thing, the longer you two are friends, the more attracted to you he becomes

Super nervous to ask you out

Has no idea how to go about it

But, the only person who he thinks would know what to do, is Gojo

Instead, he watches romantic movies and YouTube videos to “research” (definitely not because he’s a sucker for a good rom-com)

Everything he says and does is super cheesy and awkward, but it doesn't matter, of course you’re going to say yes

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Kugisaki Nobara:

You met on your first day of class

Complications with your application caused you too be later to arrive than the other first years, so you made the night before and past out

So, when you walk into the classroom in the morning, the other three are shocked to see you

At first you felt left out, even though it was only a few days more they had known each other, they had already gone on adventures

That doesn't last long though, since everyone takes various degrees of liking to you pretty soon

Yuji is a bit of a himbo (but is good at making you laugh), Megumi kis quiet and serious (but is good to have deep conversations with), and Nobara is super attractive

She’s pretty, and honest, and has a great personality, you can’t stop thinking about her

Turns out you and her are dorm neighbours, which you both think is nice because you can have sleepovers (she definitely does you makeup and makes you try on cute clothes)

It doesn't take long before you gather the courage to ask her on a date, you want to go shopping with her

You end up going to a trendy café and picking out complimentary outfits to wear on your next date

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Inumaki Toge:

You’re both members of well-respected Sorcerer Families, so you met when you were young at some kind of meeting

He was really shy when you met, and it made you think he didn’t like you

In reality, he was just really afraid of hurting you with his power, at the time he still didn't have perfect control of it

It took years before you even saw the bottom half of his face (which you thought was adorable and badass)

Both families were worried when one or both of you started showing interest in the other

The Inumaki bloodline carried with it a cursed technique much more curse like than others, therefore the family had been trying to end it

Your family had similar concerns, not wanting you to potentially bare a child with the “Eyes and Fangs” symbol, and the ability to harm others with words alone

Did that stop either of you though? Of course not, you are in love with each other

A classic childhood-friends to lovers stories, with a bit of forbidden love thrown in for flavour

He wrote you out a several-page love letter when he finally confessed, detailing all of the things he had waited to say to you since you met

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Zenin Maki:

Like Toge, you met when you were both children

Your family was looking for a way into the Zenin clan, so they brought you in as either a future partner or a friend for one or both of the twins (most likely a partner if you are male, the Zenin’s don't seem all that progressive)

So you spent a good portion of your childhood together, and when Maki decided to leave, you went with her

She told you it wasn't necessary, that you didn't have to sacrifice your relationships to both families because of her, but let’s be honest, you were smitten (besides, you liked her much better than the rest of her family anyway)

Both of you enrolled at Jujutsu Tech, and even though you were lovesick, you didn't say anything

The reason being, you had no idea how she felt about you

Of course you were friends, she had a good amount of respect for you, but love? You weren't sure the word love was in her vocabulary

But she did, obviously, even if it took her a while to figure out what she felt was love

She was super blunt asking you out, but sincere and you could tell this was the most vulnerable she had felt in a long time, you end up sparing as a date

It wasn't the most romantic, however it did end with you two cooking together and a very short, very sweet kiss

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How do we feel about this?

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 3 years

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look i didn’t want to be a sour kid

god, it's brutal out here: and percy jackson knows what that means. scars on his body like pulled threads. calluses on his palms from pens that turn into swords, coins that turn into weapons, hands that curl into fists. walking home after an annoying day at school and having to fight the troll on the bridge. you must give me something in order to pass my territory. he gives it death. it gives him another shirt to wash blood stains out of. gods with too much arrogance giving him quests with too little return policy. body that doesn't want to cooperate after he blows up a mountain. body that wants to move too fast when he needs to follow a plan. heart that gets broken and rebuilt with different materials every day. god it’s brutal out here: and percy jackson knows it’s brutal in here too.

traitor: and percy jackson has never felt a word more like a branding in his entire life. he thinks back to the summer he turned thirteen and he sees scorpion tails flashing behind his eyelids. and he sees blonde hair and sometimes he can't differentiate between her and him and them and him. and he sees a scar and he wonders if the cut was deep enough to lose goodness. and he thinks maybe he wouldn’t have minded so much if someone had just told him what was going on. and that makes him a traitor too. and he sees it now, how easily he would succumb to the scorpion tail. how he would welcome the bliss of losing his goodness. who’s to say it’s true goodness anyway? and he remembers the red curls and the summer of beach walks and glass houses and the look of betrayal when plastic hairbrush meets yankees cap. is he a traitor then? to his own feelings? surely not. must be. neither of them liked it. he liked them. traitor, but to who? and remembers the day he left a girl on an island and promised to help her and couldn’t in the end. he remembers eyes of fire at his incompetence. and he is a betrayer. but only to others. traitor: and percy jackson thinks he’s never really betrayed anyone but himself.

got my driver’s license: and percy jackson is growing up so fast his limbs can't keep up. one leg is slightly longer than the other and it makes him clumsy. his left hand is bigger than his right and he uses it to punch. he flies a pegasus for the first time and he understands why mortals are always so angry. they will never know this unbridled freedom. and he gets kissed by a girl and he thinks his skin understands the heat of the sun. and his hair becomes curls instead of waves and he has to clip it> push it> tie it back because it keeps getting in his eyes. and his mom asks him if he wants “blue cake this year?” and he has to tell her he’ll never be too old for it because she’s scared he’s going to grow out of her love. he is not. and paul teaches him how to read a book without feeling like his eyes are drowning and he can’t believe he’s learning to read in high school. and he is moving through the days like water, finding a way around everything. got my driver’s license: and percy jackson knows it’s only a matter of time before he gets a death sentence too.

it’s always one step forward and three steps back: and percy jackson is waking up with no sense of who he is. he is carrying a goddess on his back and he doesn’t even know who his mother is. he is stepping across a river and erasing the curse of indestructible. he is again a demigod with too much vulnerability and not enough care. and he is being flung to an island where time doesn’t move and he doesn’t want to either. and he is healing like he never has before. and he is leaving and not even the girl who loves him can keep him there because he loves another girl and she doesn’t know she loves him back. and he is taking the sky from a friend and he is giving the sky to a goddess and he is leaving a hunter to see the stars and he is watching a new hunter evade the fate they are cursed with. and he was relieved from this burden for one brief second in time. burden of what? burden of sky? burden of prophecy? burden of death? and they are all handed back to him, presented with no other option. they are not the weights in the balancing scale. they are the scale and he is the weights. one step forward and three steps back: and percy jackson wonders if he can go far back enough to erase his own existence.

i know you get déjà vu: and percy jackson is hurtled to summers spent in a camp, next to a girl, next to a satyr, next to a friend. and he is living his life in montauk with his mom and he is watching red hair fly in the wind, paint smudges on their skin. and he is remembering how everything is different every year but he can still see the fire wall from his cabin and the smell of wild strawberries is the only thing his scent receptors know how to identify. and he knows solstice could bring death or happiness and he’s starting to think one doesn’t exist and one exists too much. and he sees people who love him and show it in ways he knows. blue candy has never been a complicated feeling. and doesn’t see people who love him in ways he doesn’t know. seaweed brain, let me come with you into the labyrinth, become praetor with me. and he thinks his childhood disappeared the day his mother was kidnapped and is it possible to have déjà vu if you’ve never lived enough to experience something once. and he thinks maybe the god of the sun gets déjà vu every time he pulls the star across the sky because it’s all about warmth isn’t it? your body’s way of saying we’ve been here before and we survived. i know you get déjà vu: and percy jackson is sure he has lived a thousand lives in this one alone.

good for you: and percy jackson is craving a life that doesn’t involve this madness. he is jealous of the kid in his science class that accidentally knocks over the bunsen burner and only gets a disapproving look from the teacher. his nose bleed starts a war. he is jealous of the neireids that simply become the water and wait for the world to stop burning itself to the ground. you look happy and healthy and he looks like he’s missing five years of his life and no way of moving forward. he is tired and he wants to sleep but the last time he did that it was six months later and he couldn’t remember anything. and he wants to sink to the bottom of the ocean but he is still exhaling mud because he drowned in sludge once. and he is too young to be this exhausted but. good for you: and percy jackson wants to become the villain.

all i ever wanted was to be enough for you: and percy jackson is struggling with the expectations people who don't know him want him to have. he is twelve and the teacher hands back a test face down and he knows he’s going to shove it into the pit of his bag before he can be scathed by a red pen. he is thirteen and his mother has finally given herself the hero ending she deserves but he is still this little kid who doesn’t know how to handle the world and if she doesn’t need him to protect her what is his purpose? he is a teenager watching people have silent conversations about his fate and getting no replies when he asks too. as if it is ridiculous to involve himself in these discussions. he can't be the one, it’s not possible. and wait she is here, from her tree grave. no, she is gone, to her hunter fate. wait they are here from their timeless casino. no she is gone and he is young. far too young. and he can’t do this and he can’t do that and he isn’t there yet, not powerful, too reckless, too loyal. the monsters realise his potential and use it to hurt him. the people don't realise his potential and wish he would use it. all i ever wanted was to be enough for you: and percy jackson is too far gone to be of use.

i hope you're happy, but don't be happier: and percy jackson cannot fall in love unless it’s with her. and he has seen the beauty of people and he wants to keep them all close and he doesn’t know how to do it because she keeps him in her grasp. deathly afraid of spiders she says but she has built a web so big he can't move without getting caught. and he goes to a scorned girl on a secluded beach and he likes the way her eyes sparkle in the sun, how she plants the same way his mother does and he leaves her there because she doesn’t have a storm in her gaze. and he loses his memory and remembers only her and he knows it’s inescapable. and maybe he kind of loves it. nobody has ever really given him a choice anyway. at least this one he can love. i hope you're happy, but don't be happier: and percy jackson has never known happier anyway.

jealousy, jealousy: and percy jackson is surrounded by the best. he is in a camp dedicated to people like him and he is still at the bottom. and he is on a quest that makes him the main perpetrator but he is still being puppeted along. and he cant help but wonder if he will turn out like the boy with the scarred face. and he cant help but wonder if he’ll turn out like the girl who grabbed a figurine. and he can't help but wonder if he’ll become a monster or a hero and what’s the difference really. everyone is fighting for a cause. it’s just the matter of whose side you're on. and he wants to know what will happen if he just lets go. he wants to be like the people who follow their cause. instead he is doing biddings. he is following orders. he is making things right. jealousy, jealousy: and percy jackson wants to know if he can be jealous of his own dreams.

i hope i was your favorite crime: and percy jackson is a little kid with a long record. he is on the news plastered as a criminal endangering others, blowing up a bus. it is not the last destruction he causes. he learns to get clever about it. and he is on the news sobbing about his generous stepdad. generous about the bruises he administers, and the words he spits. generous about his appliances. and he is on the news for jumping off a bridge too high to survive. and he doesn’t really know if he will survive but when is he ever really sure he’s going to survive anyway? at least this was a choice. and he is always a criminal unable to plead his innocence. i hope i was your favorite crime: and percy jackson wonders if anyone cares about the injustices against him.

you're okay: and percy jackson is staring at his reflection in the rippling water and he knows it’s time to forgive himself. he was just a child. with far too much responsibility and far too much guilt. he had seen death before he’d had his first kiss. he had felt pain before he felt comfort. he had never known safety. and now he is old enough to go wherever he wants and do whatever he wants and he has to forgive himself first. because he was just a kid with a hundred targets on his back and only a fierce need to survive protecting him. you’re okay: and percy jackson knows he will be.

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demonslayedher · 3 years

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How Does Eating Humans Work?

Hello, Gotou here. We’re shamelessly borrowing from the format of a KnY Fanbook #2 comic to launch an investigation into demon metabolism and development by crossing the Sanzu River again to interview demons in the underworld. While we’ll be using canon materials as a base, the analysis and conjecture herein is personal, so we ask for your understanding. Also, please note that consuming any food in the underworld will make you unable to return, and we cannot promise your safety even though the interview subjects are dead, so please come along at your own risk.

Some of the questions we’d like to answer are, why do demons need to eat humans? How much do they need to eat to survive? Are there factors that influence how eating humans makes them stronger? If they don’t want to kill humans, what are their other options? We’ve rounded up some special guests below the cut (hidden for length and grossness), everyone from the lowly Temple Demon to the lovely Tamayo, to see what their actions in canon might tell us.

First, a review of what canon tells us, mostly as summarized in Fanbook #2: 1. With one exception named Yushirou, all demons were created by Kibutsuji Muzan, for his own purposes. They all have some amount of his blood, and can be divided into four classes depending on how powerful they are. From top to bottom, the Upper Moons, the Lower Moons, demons with special abilities, and other demons without any special characteristics. 2. Demons may be stronger depending on how much of Kibutsuji Muzan’s blood they have. Most beings’ cannot handle a large amount of his blood, and it will rupture the cells and that being will die, but there are demons who adapt well to it. 3. Typically, sunlight is the only way to kill a demon, by either bathing them in sunlight or cutting of their head with a Nichirin blade. However, there are powerful demons for whom chopping off their head does not work, and if it’s strong enough, demons can also be killed by wisteria poison.

4. Demons eat human blood and flesh. The more they eat, the stronger they become, and the faster their regenerative abilities become. Some humans have “Marechi,” a rare blood type, which is especially nutritious to demons, and eating one Marechi is the equivalent of eating several humans.

That’s an interesting thing we’d like to come back to, especially since we’re looking for quantitative information about how demons gain nutrition (though I have my doubts we'll get enough for statistical analysis). As an interesting note, Fanbook #2 also tells us that if demons try to consume the same edibles humans do, they’ll vomit it back up.

I’m told that Miss Tamayo drinks tea, though. That’ll be an interesting question for later. In my notes, it seems she’s also explained to Tanjirou back in Chapter 15 that demons will normally go berserk if they go a long time without consuming any blood or flesh. Berserk is one thing, but I wonder if they can starve to death? We’ll see if these canon clues will lead us to anything. We’ll begin now in an interview format. Hopefully this will go smoothly, but I’ve got a feeling it won’t. First up, we’ve the Temple Demon.

Temple: Who were you calling ‘lowly’ just now? Up there, above the cut?

Gotou: That was in a literal sense, not having Blood Techniques means you’re in the bottom common tier of demons.

Temple: Argh. Fine. What do you want to know?

Gotou: In Chapter 2, you were spotted with three human victims. However, it seems you left their bodies mostly intact and only ate small parts instead of consuming one full human at a time. Could you comment on this?

Temple: I’d have gotten to more later if that whelp with the strong legs didn’t interrupt me! Who’s got time to eat entire humans anyway? I went for the easy stuff first.

Gotou: I see. It appears you might had focused on key organs, like the heart and the liver. Would you say these are especially nutritionally dense?

Temple: I guess. If I’m going to eat humans, I’m going to start with what’s worth bothering to digest. Blood’s easier on the stomach, so that’s what I was busy with on the lady there.

Gotou: Then it takes effort to digest? Hmm. Let’s come back to this later. How many humans would you say you consumed, including these three?

Temple: Not a lot… I tried to get a variety so I could get stronger faster, but…

Gotou: I’ll put down a guess as ten or less. Let’s move on to someone who has a sharper memory for numbers. One of our longer-lived guests at Mt. Fujikasane for 47 years, the Hand Demon. While most of the demons on the mountain had only eaten two or three humans, you’ve eaten a whole 50 of the children who headed into the Final Selection, didn’t you?

Hand: Yes, that’s right. It was hard at first since I wasn’t very strong, and the demons usually all went crazy there eating each other, just like that one brat who got away in Chapter 7 said. If you could manage to kill any of the kids, you had the other demons to fight off to even get a piece to yourself. That was enough to get me by, and stronger, little by little. Your body learns to make your meals last, and make the most of what you can get. I usually only had a bite of one child a year, can you imagine how horrible that was? Most demons who survive usually figure out some way to develop and survive better, and once my cells found something that worked for me, I kept doing it. I got really good at snatching away prey from other demons, and soon enough I was a bigger threat than any of them. None of them could, you might say, lay a hand on me.

Gotou: That’s an interesting point about self-development. A demon named Nezuko was spent two years doing that in her sleep.

Hand: She must have had a big meal before that!

Gotou: Well, anyway. It seems that in near starving conditions, your metabolism made the most of what you had, leading to the most efficient use of whatever food was available to you.

Hand: That’s right, I got really good at it. Wasn’t always pretty, but I made it work. I got to a point where I could go two years without eating and still keep my wits about me while the other demons were going mad. But I chose to eat. I liked to keep my appetite for specific children.

Gotou: That smile is not reassuring. Some humans taste better than others, I guess?

Hand: That’s for sure. This one kid tasted awful, like rust and man sweat! I still don’t have that disgusting taste out of my mouth! But he was one of my more satisfying meals, so I ate more of him.

Gotou: Then why would you… nevermind, I don’t like that smile, no further questions. While I had hoped to keep these interviews focused on quantities of humans consumed, it does seem personal taste is worth asking about. I had tried to invite a Swamp Demon from Chapter 11, but it kept arguing with itself and it felt like I’d be wasting my time. The one definite thing I learned was that this demon is picky, with a distinct preference for 16-year-old girls. Based on the number of trinkets he kept, it seems he had consumed at least seventeen of them, including several in one town. Sheesh, that’s sort of a rough mission to send a first-timer on. I’ve got a more cooperative guest here to discuss her tastes, a Snake Demon who, according to Chapter 188, has a special taste for baby flesh.

Snake: Thank you for having me here. It’s good to be appreciated again.

Gotou: Did you only eat babies?

Snake: Goodness, no. Babies are delicious, but they aren’t very nutritious. And their skulls certainly aren’t that big, the ones I lounged around with were from the people whom I killed and stole from. But you know the nice thing about baby skulls? They’re still soft. They take a long time to digest, but I can swallow them whole.

Gotou: Like… like a snake, then. Sorry, I’m a little ill hearing that. Let’s back up, were all those skulls the remains of adults you ate, then?

Snake: Meh, I ate some of them of better-looking ones, but most of them I only killed. I could usually kill a lot more at a time than I could bother eating, my killing record was fifty women all at once.

Gotou: And you didn’t find that wasteful?

Snake: Wasteful? Not at all. I wasn’t exactly in dire straits, I lived a more luxurious life than most demons do. That meant I could afford to wait for a truly delicious meal, like how you humans might leave something in a slow-cooker to enjoy the perfect combination of doneness and tenderness, plated in the most appetizing of ways.

Gotou: I guess demons and humans are similar in that regard.

Snake: I’m so glad you can relate! Then you understand the frustration of a meal you’ve be preparing for years opening up the slow-cooker and running away right when they were just about done.

Gotou: I have never had that experience.

Snake: I’ll get you, my pretty. And your little snake, too.

Gotou: I think we might have gotten a little off-topic here. It does seem digesting humans comes with some difficulty. I’d like to invite the Drum Demon in next. Your name is Kyougai, I hear?

Kyougai: !!

Gotou: Kyogai, right?

Kyougai: You’ve heard of me! You know my name!

Gotou: I happened to, yes.

Kyougai: What have you heard???

Gotou: That you were kicked out of the Lower Moons for being unable to consume enough humans.

Kyougai: Oh. ……..yeah, that’s me.

Gotou: I thought demons go berserk if they go a long time without consuming humans. Wouldn’t that make an inability to consume them problematic?

Kyougai: It wasn’t that I couldn’t eat them! Like I said in Chapter 24, I had to in order to sustain myself, just like any other demon. But, at some point, I couldn’t eat as much as I used to. That happens to humans too, doesn’t it? When you just can’t stomach anymore?

Gotou: You mean like when you’ve overeaten? In a human’s case that feeling may go away within a few hours.

Kyougai: Sort of like that, but you know, humans reach a time when nothing is appetizing or the thought of eating makes them feel sick, right? Isn’t that the human condition?

Gotou: …uh… maybe if they have a medical condition? Or anxiety? Do demons get anxiety? Or eating disorders?

Kyougai: I… I don’t know. I just wasn’t good enough.

Gotou: I think it’s plenty good if you stopped eating humans. Though to have developed Blood Techniques and been a Lower Moon in the first place, you must had eaten a great number of them.

Kyougai: You think I’m great?

Gotou: What?

Kyougai: No, sorry, I was getting ahead of myself. It’s true, I used to be able to eat as many as the other Lower Moons always consumed. Our stomachs were stronger, you might say. Demons got strong by eating humans, and then the more you did that the better you usually got at it, so the strong ones would eat more and more and keep getting stronger and stronger. At least, that’s how it usually worked. I’ve seen other demons below me reached that point too, where they feel the drive to eat, but then they have trouble digesting it for a long time, so they don’t wind up eating that many people.

Gotou: Then it would make sense to eat the most nutritionally dense parts first.

Kyougai: Or a Marechi.

Gotou: Yes, or a Marechi.

Kyougai: It was a great idea, wasn’t it?

Gotou: I cannot condone any consumption of humans as a good idea.

Kyougai: I knew it. I’m nothing. Go ahead, stomp all over everything I ever tried to accomplish.

Gotou: I think I’m going to move on to my next interviewee now. It looks like we’ve got… oh, would you look at this? Lower Moon One. Enmu, I believe.

Enmu: You can believe whatever you want. I’m happy to help.

Gotou: I don’t need any help, thanks. I’m curious, since you were one of the stronger demons out there, it seems you had a stronger capacity for consuming humans.

Enmu: I did, I was always careful and paced myself so the Demon Slayers wouldn’t notice me. I took my time. I liked to enjoy e-e-e-a-c-h one.

Gotou: Then you had tastes too? Like babies, or 16-year-old girls?

Enmu: I could season any human to my liking. They’re all very easy to prepare.

Gotou: I’m still trying to get quantitative data. Can you tell me at least a rough estimate of how many humans you consumed?

Enmu: I told this more precisely to that boy with the earrings back in Chapter 59, and I can tell you this too. At my best, I could had eaten over two-hundred people at once if I took my time.

Gotou: OH MY GAW----sorry, I dropped my pen. Two hundred, at once?

Enmu: Yes. If I had just. Had. A little. More. Time.

Gotou: Clearly there is a huge difference between what common demons are capable of and what the Twelve Moons are capable of.

Daki: Psh, those were all any random common people. That’s nothing to brag about.

Gotou: Excuse me, and you are?

Daki: Daki, Upper Moon Six. You want something really impressive, you talk to the Upper Moons.

Gotou: I’m sorry, I don’t see you on my list.

Daki: What! Your list is stupid. Look me in the eyes, I’m Upper Moon Six!

Gotou: Very well, then. What can you tell me about your diet, Miss Upper Moon Six?

Daki: That’s more like it. It’s true that digestion takes a while, and takes some effort. Even though we Upper Moons may have eaten hundreds of people in our lifetimes, it’s not as if we gorge ourselves. The clever ones among us save prey for later to eat when we feel ready for it.

Gotou: Food storage? How do you keep them fresh?

Daki: You leave them still alive, numbskull. Nobody wants to eat something cold, that’s gross.

Gotou: I see, so that’s why demons prefer to go after new kills instead of saving what they’ve already managed to kill. That also might explain why the demons on Mt. Fujikasane wouldn’t had eaten many humans, if they found long dead ones in edible.

Daki: You want to know the real secret to eating humans? You can eat what you find tastes good, sure. But to get stronger, you eat strong people. Like your Corp members, the ones besides chumps like you? Using all that Breath makes their muscles really lean and potent, it’s like they come offering themselves as protein bars for us.

Gotou: You make them sound like a fad diet…

Daki: The real secret is eating Pillars. Besides Marechi, they’re the strongest meals out there. Guess how many I’ve eaten?

Gotou: I don’t have the data to make an educated guess.

Daki: Then get educated! Look back at Chapter 88! I’ve eaten seven Pillars, and my brother has eaten fifteen!

Gotou: Your brother? Who is he, then, Upper Moon Five?

Daki: What? Ew. Gross. Gross! No way, ew!

Gotou: Hmm… eating Pillars, huh? Well, I can think of one Pillar who was…

Douma: Me too!

Gotou: Speak of the devil.

Douma: Actually, we Upper Moons can! And he's not Satan, that's not how this works. But I guess Muzan-sama’s curse doesn’t effect us now. Ask me anything you want!

Gotou: That Chapter 143 reference was such a rude entrance. I understand that Pillars are particularly nutritious—

Douma: Oh, please don’t misunderstand! I don’t even eat all the Pillars I’ve encountered. There was the one Flower Pillar who got away from me, but some of the boy pillars I just leave around. What’s really the key to consistent nutritional intake is women! It’s really unhealthy for a demon not to get enough women in their diet, that’s why even if you’re only looking for Marechi or Pillars, your metabolism is going to get thrown out of whack with sudden big meals. You grow a stronger metabolism with consistency, I believe!

Gotou: If I could stop you there, I had an image from Chapter 142 I preferred to focus on for this case study. I see you keep a wide collection of skulls, from victims whom I assume you ate.

Douma: Yes, they all stayed together inside me for eternity, but the room looked lonely without décor.

Gotou: It seems other demons usually go for nutritionally dense organs like hearts or livers, or easy to digest parts of the body, perhaps just blood sometimes. Eating the entire victim, bones and all, doesn’t seem to be the norm.

Douma: Bones are organs too, you know! That’s where blood is made, at its freshest. They do take more practice in learning to digest, and I had to find a way around not having to chew them, but the bone marrow is very, very good for you, so I make sure to consume it frequently. It may take more time and it causes some of my followers to panic more while they wait, though, that’s a bit of a downside. Oh, and I guess bones can make good storage for some sneaky poison. Even fingernails and hair follicles, who’d have thought?

Gotou: I don’t think hair would have much nutritional value in the first place. In all my years, I can never recall seeing a victim with their hair eaten.

Douma: Tsk, tsk! Clearly you haven’t done much metabolism research in advance. I was really impressed by how well Shinobu-chan understood how my digestion would work. Eating hair can do amazing things! Isn’t that right, Genya-kun?

Genya: ?????????

Gotou: Genya-kun!?

Genya: What am I doing here?

Gotou: I don’t think you’re supposed to be here. Isn’t there, you know, another side? The other direction?

Genya: What are you doing here? Did you die?

Gotou: I’m here doing research on demon metabolism and how they get stronger by consuming flesh.

Douma: What can you tell us about what up with having your friend feed you hair you found on the floor in Chapters 170-171, Genya-kun?

Genya: I’m not a demon!! Why the hell are you asking me?

Douma: ‘Hell’! Haha, good one!

Gotou: How do you even know about that? You were dead almost a full volume before that. And Genya’s different, he’s not a case study in how demons consuming humans works!

Douma: Are you certain?

Gotou: I hear the term get thrown around a lot that he’s ‘half-demon’, but—

Genya: I’m not a demon!!!

Gotou: --how would that even work? That would imply that one of his parents had to be a demon, and that—

Genya: What did you say about my mother!?!

Gotou: What? Nothing—

Genya: You say that to my face! You just trying saying something about my mother to my face! My mother never actually ate any flesh, you got that? She doesn’t deserve any of this!

Gotou: Genya, calm down, what—

Douma: I see we’re learning nothing about hair at all. Maybe Kokushibou-dono would provide better commentary on that?

Genya: Mom? Mo-o-o-o-m? Are you down here somewhere?

Gotou: And there he goes… wait, did you say Kokushibou? Upper Moon One? Oh no—he—he didn’t want me bothering him, he did not agree to another interview—

Douma: He-e-e-e-e-y, Kokushibou-dono! How did that work with Genya-kun eating your hair? Hair can be nutritious, right?

Kokushibou: You would gain… nothing… from consuming human hair… it’s not… flesh… you wasted your energy digesting it…

Douma: Aww, cutting it off them would had been sad, though.

Kokushibou: Demon hair… like demon weapons… is made… from our unique cells. It’s not dead… like human locks. Because that boy ate my live cells… it affected him…

Gotou: Yes, because he had a very, very unique metabolism, analyzed separately in this post. To be perfectly clear, Genya is completely human with cells that could temporarily transform, and he never consumed human flesh.

Kokushibou: He… vexes me…

Gotou: Um… while I’ve got you here, you’re one of the longest lived demons, clocking in at over three, maybe four centuries. Do you have any estimate of how many humans you’ve consumed?

Kokushibou: ……I see in… Chapter 100… that you are 23 years old?

Gotou: That is correct.

Kokushibou: Do you bother… remembering how many meals… you’ve had in a mere 23 years?

Gotou: I’m very sorry to have bothered you.

Douma: Kokushibou-dono’s ancient compared to the rest of us! But if I tried, I could probably recall. Let’s see. One, two, three, four…

Gotou: Is that? Your finger in your brain? Oh—ohhh—that is disgusting---I really don’t need to know numbers that badly, please stop. Is there maybe just some average you can give me for the Upper Moons instead? Like how many you’d eat in a month?

Douma: I wish I could, but a certain someone was an annoying outlier and didn’t like to eat so many humans. He made me worry all the time about his health.

Gotou: Really? Who might that be?

Douma: Hello-o-o-o-o-? Akaza-dono? Yoohoo! He spends all his time with his wife now and never answers when I call, it makes me so sad. Akaza-dono did eat humans, plenty of strong ones, but any time he wasn’t under orders from Muzan he liked to spend his time training instead of eating. Fanbook #1 says he did that way more than eating!

Gotou: Training? What sort of training?

Douma: Similar things to what your Corp members did, I imagine. Doing squats, throwing punches, things like that.

Gotou: Then demon muscles had similar function to human muscles, and could be strengthened through hard work? That’s surprising.

Douma: I know, right? I’ll let you in on a secret, I don’t think it was the physically repetition that did anything. I think it was his willpower getting honed and shaping his muscles.

Douma: I had to focus when I acquired new skills too, like breaking down poisons. A lot of sad, lowly demons, like that Hand Demon fellow? They focus as hard as they can in their desperation, or focus on some strong emotion or attachment or whatever, and they grow and develop because of it. Sometimes all their weak bodies can manage is an ugly mutation, but that’s proof enough of how much focus they had.

Gotou: That sheds a lot of light on Nezuko, actually.

Douma: Shed “light” on Nezuko-chan, hahaha! Sunlight! You humans are all so witty!

Gotou: Speaking of willpower, I’ve got one more interview I need to get to down here. Of all the demons I have records of, only Nezuko went her whole time as a demon without consuming any human flesh, although she did go through moments of berserk cravings for it. It’s possible that other demons were killed before they could consume anything, but typically they will consume flesh as soon as possible, which is why its common for their family and close relations to be among the first ones killed. Tomioka-san even mentioned in Chapter 1 that these close relations are especially nutritious.

Gotou: A demon about as old as Kokushibou, if not older, is a special case of her own. She was one of the only demons we know of to have escaped Kibutsuji’s curse and acted in dependently of him, including having created a demon of her own after two hundred years of trying. Most notably to our purposes, she trained herself to subsist on small amounts of blood, after having survived on corpses and wild animals for a time, according to the extensive Taisho Secrets at the end of Volume 21.

Tamayo: I explained this in more detail to Tanjirou-san in Chapter 15, but I went on to purchase blood from poor people, and extracted it in ways that wouldn’t be harmful to them. The one demon I created, Yushirou, could subsist on even less. I gained enough self-control that I could treat injured humans without feeling tempted into a berserk state.

Gotou: I was just talking to Douma about willpower making demons capable of accomplishing new physical developments. Was that how you were able to gain this state? I heard you even enjoy a cup of tea now and then.

Tamayo: Yes, I’ve taken a liking to it. I’d offer you some if not for this, you know, being hell. It’s nothing like the hell I went through when first resisting consuming humans, though. My demon body refused to take anything but fresh human flesh at first, but in the hardest moments, I always remembered a kind demon hunter who said he believed in me and my desire to defeat Kibutsuji Muzan. I believe Nezuko may have summoned her strength to resist the call of her demon cells in a similar way; she knew she had her brother there to rely on. Once she mastered something as remarkable as resisting the need for human flesh, it gave her the freedom to prioritize other developments.

Gotou: You spent centuries researching demon cells, especially how demons may break down and metabolize poisons.

Tamayo: I had not studied the metabolism of poisons until working with Shinobu-san. The medicine we concocted for Kibutsuji was only possible thanks to her work, and I couldn’t had worked with many of those wisteria-based substances on my own. I feel I was only there to fill in the gaps of her brilliant understanding.

Gotou: You’re very humble. I would pass along my thanks and compliments to Shinobu-sama too, but I’m pretty sure she’s not down here. On that note, did Genya-kun go back home?

Tamayo: He did after a nice reunion with his mother just now, it was very sweet. Shizu-san and I get along well, after all, we both carry similar guilt.

Gotou: Wait, was his mother a demon? That means Wind-sama’s mother was too? Wait?? What??

Tamayo: The worst hell I went through, or that any demon has gone through, is to realize what you’ve eaten after the hunger-driven madness clears. Being similar to your own cells, they’re easy on a volatile new anatomy to break down and digest. That’s why many demons may have driven themselves to forget everything all over again, or to twist their personalities to justify the horror, saying that because they ate the hearts of their loved ones and because demon flesh can live forever, then they never truly killed them. The truth always remained untwisted for me, and to this day, it torments me more than anything in this underworld can try.

Gotou: …

Tamayo: You should wake up now, Gotou. You’ve been through a lot; the nightmares must be taxing on your health. Please remember to eat well.

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Discovery

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So I will not be following the prompt days at all. If any fall on the right day it is by chance. All of them will be written but not by the calendar order.

Without further ado.

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Once upon a time Marinette would have bent over backwards, dropped everything, and would never have questioned her friends. But now she was turning fourteen. She has been fighting Hawkmoth for three years, with no end in sight. Her friends, if she could still call them that, behind Lila's lies and followed her like sheep. You can only push a person so far until they break.

That was what happened to Mari.

She was pushed to do dresses, suits, casual wear, and banners with little to no notice for free, without even a thank you. She was made to plan and make baked goods and food for bake sales and fun raisers for class trips, picnics, and parties that she could not attend. They spoke to her condescendingly as if she was stupid, honeyed words to guilt her to do everything while they did nothing and reaped rewards.

At the end of her 7th year, she put in a signed request (by herself and Mendeleiev) to transfer into Mendeleiev's class. But surprise surprise it was denied. Bustier, her homeroom teacher last year denied her transfer, because she wanted to keep all her students the same.

Fine if this was how she wanted to be, well she had nothing left to give.

You can only give so much before becoming empty when you never receive anything.

The first thing she did was step down from class representative. "Miss Bustier?" she stood up from her seat in the back.

"Yes." said teacher smiled at her.

"I am renouncing my title of class representative, effective immediately." she announced shocking the teacher.

Her ever present smile faltered. "Alright, would the vice representative like to take the position?" She scanned each face, but no one stood up or spoke.

"There has not been a vice since my first month three years ago, Miss." The color drained from the teacher's face.

"Oh well, you will need to continue until we have an election next week." she smiled again.

"No." Her voice turned steely. She picked up three bursting folders and dropped them on the desk. "The white folder is student medical records, allergies, cumulative extracurriculars and birthdays. The orange folder holds field trip and fundraiser applications, guidelines for applications as well as locations each student is banned from listed under the student and the location's reason. The black folder has graded homework, tests, quizzes, papers, and projects you gave me to grade. As well as lesson plans and homework you had me assemble for you."

"But... but..." Miss Bustier stood shocked, gaping between Mari, to the folders, then the rest of the class.

"Like I said effective immediately." Marinette turned and was immediately stopped by a blonde.

"Mari, please reconsider." Adrien plodded blocking her from ascending.

"Pfft. And why should I fucking do that Agreste." she side stepped him and climbed the stairs.

Eyes stared at her, as if it was the first time seeing her. In a way it was, since she had no fucks left to give to those who would step all over her.

The girls wanted dresses. She gave fee rates, appointment times and estimated finishing date. Some took her up on her like Rose, Juleka, and Alix. Kagami and even Chloe started requesting commissions.

The same with banners and suits for the boys.

Sweets from the bakery, they placed their orders and paid like everyone else.

This helped her more than most would think. Her grades and attendance improved because she no longer dropped things at the drop of a hat.

Two weeks prior, Hawkmoth went silent, now almost a year later, Paris went back to normal. But she didn't. She became Paris' Ice Princess. She kept everyone at an arms length, her trust was hard to earn, her words cut like a knife and her eyes bore daggers. Yet as both Marinette and Ladybug she is the definition of calm, collected, and serenity. Something snapped a long time ago and no one knows how or what to fix.

"We are done." Sabine was exasperated again. "We got in contact with your biological father, and he is taking you in."

"Alright." She answered, knowing best to respond than to stay quiet.

Sabine began talking again but she only half listened, it was the same as every other night after all.

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Bruce was done just done.

Apparently his very own system, which is in theory completely perfect, is anything but, because he just figured out, he has a daughter. An adoption agency apparently had him listed as the father of a child roughly 16 years ago, that he had completely no idea of. The mother apparently wanted to keep it secret and gave up the child not even listing herself which was odd. So, the adoption agency never made that information public. However, now he’s being called by said adoption agency and the parents of the girl who is apparently his daughter.

He thought Damian was the only one apparently not.

He is currently sitting in front of the Bat-Computer nursing one hell of an incoming headache, praying that none of his boys come down and see this.

He has a daughter that is older than Damian and knowing his son he will throw a fit over this. That his claim is the only blood child is literally going down the drain.

On top of that Bruce knows almost nothing about his daughter. Sure, he looked up her and her parents other than a few contests and school there was nothing on her. No social media, it was as if it was erased from the system. Her contacts seemed almost sparse for a girl her age, that being said he does not have a good reference for that.

The fact that not even his system was able to pick up on her says a lot more than you might think. When her parents came into contact with him, he thought it was a joke, but they held firm and even sent a DNA sample of their own daughter. He almost didn’t even cross test with his own, he was disgusted with how these people treated their child this way.

Yet here he is, he tested it and he was a biological match.

The parents are transferring her custody over to him, but he doesn’t even know this girl.

Life is never dull for the the greatest detective. Even when life seems to pull things out underneath him.

So, let’s just hope he can meet his daughter while ensuring that his sons not find out before he can get a grasp on the situation.

He continued to rub at his temples and the bridge of his nose trying to lessen the pain of this migraine which was sure enough going to set in. The only reason he’s getting gray hairs is because of his children.

Now to find out what the next one is like.

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