#(looking forward to the identity shenanigans!!!!!!)

[dissociativewriter]

Crow Family- A New Friend

Young Luke and Kieran AU, Sylus x nonMC!Reader | fem reader, not proofread | 909 words | based on this idea! | Crow Family masterlist

author’s note: so so excited for the wedding banner (I’m about to start pulling) and ahkdjskfhsmgmd the new update is so cute but omg updating that game is so anxiety inducing for some reason. I wish everyone good luck on their pulls! <3

anyways, i’m going to write some more drabbles/ficlets for this because it’s too damn cute >_< this was so much fun to write, i love little luke and kieran. feel free to send some requests for Crow Family shenanigans! <3

Wrangling a set of six-year old twins was no easy task, Sylus was learning.

Getting Luke and Kieran to come with him to the mall was a feat in itself, but they needed new clothes and Sylus couldn't leave them alone. Call it paranoia, but Sylus didn't trust anyone but himself to take care of the twins. If someone he hired to watch them turned out to be an enemy, well... Sylus would only find out when it was too late.

That was why, when he lost sight of the two little boys in a crowded shop, a panic unlike any other shot through Sylus.

His pace picked up, steps becoming shakier the longer he couldn't find his boys. Sylus backtracked to stores they'd been, shops they'd pointed out. The cookie shop they'd demanded they stop at. The toy store they spent twenty minutes in as the twins tried to decide which ball was bounciest.

No sign of them, and Sylus was beginning to fear the worst.

The boys, meanwhile, were trailing a woman they had seen twice before. The first time, she was leaving the cookie shop as they came in, offering a sweet smile and small wave. When they saw her again, this time a few people in front of them in line for the cash register at a clothing store, they'd only exchanged brief nods before silently slipping away from Sylus's side.

And here they were on a pursuit mission, wondering what the best way to approach the target would be.

Luke took a tentative step forward, reaching to tug on the fabric of your pants. "I like your keychain,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Thank you!" You grinned, your own eyes widening as you watched an identical boy walk up next to the one still holding onto your pant leg. You crouched down in front of them, glancing around for a parent. Seeing none, you looked back to the boys, not letting your smile waver. "And what are your names, my loves?"

"I’m Luke!" the first boy announced proudly.

"And I'm Kieran," the second added.

“Well, Luke and Kieran, where are your parents?” you asked.

“We don’t have any parents,” Luke said, tilting his head.

You stared at them, unable to keep the smile plastered on. “Oh…” you mumbled.

“We do have a Sylus, though!” he said cheerfully.

You nodded along. “Right, a Sylus…” You cleared your throat. “Do you know where Sylus is?”

Kieran shook his head. “No idea.”

“Can’t we just come home with you?” Luke grabbed a hold of your hand.

“I don’t know about that,” you chuckled. “How about you stick with me until we can find Sylus, hm?” You smiled, holding onto the boys’ hands.

A few stores down, panic was beginning to settle deep in Sylus’s bones. He’d never been this long without his boys in a public space. He’d never been in the dark about their location.

He hadn’t been this worried about them since the night he took them in.

When he just barely heard, “Can I get the red one?” in a tone he’d recognize even in sleep, Sylus nearly cried out of relief.

Following the voice, he found himself in a candy shop, staring at a young woman holding his two boys by their hands while their tongues turned red and blue from their lollipops.

“Sylus!” They called out in near unison, rushing forwards towards the man as he dropped to his knees, arms wide to hold them.

“I was so worried about you two,” Sylus breathed, pulling them closer against his chest.

“Sorry, Sylus…” Kieran muttered.

“Oh! You have to come meet our new friend!” Luke tugged on Sylus’s hand.

Sylus raised an eyebrow. “New friend?”

“Uh-huh!” Kieran nodded triumphantly. “This is the super nice lady that spent time with us while we waited for you.”

Rising to his full height, Sylus gave you a polite smile. “It seems I should thank you then, miss. I know they can be a lot to deal with.”

You shook your head. “It was really no problem! They’re such sweethearts, really.”

“Can she come with us, Sylus?” Kieran asked.

“I don’t think so, buddy…” Sylus frowned.

“Let her come with us, Sylus! Please? She’s nice and she smells good and she’s pretty and she bought us lollipops!” Luke quickly exclaimed.

“How about this,” you proposed, holding back a giggle. “I’ll give you my phone number, and you can just let me know if you want to meet each other again. I’d be happy to spend more time with you boys.” You smiled.

Sylus nodded hesitantly. “…Alright. Thank you again,” he said, taking the paper with your number on it before grabbing onto the twins.

“Bye-bye!” Luke yelled.

“Bye—!” Kieran called out.

You laughed, waving them off. “Goodbye, my loves!”

An hour later, you received a text from an unknown number.

I can’t thank you enough for taking care of the twins today.

They haven’t stopped talking about you since we left.

You grinned as a picture came through, two little boys proudly showing off their red and blue tongues through toothy grins. You quickly typed back a response.

I’m so glad I got to spend time with them! I hope we can meet again soon :)

Staring at your message, Sylus felt a quiet peace settle in his chest. “Maybe that would be a good idea,” he muttered, a smiling pulling at his lips.

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[apileofashandember]

Annabeth Wayne Birthday Week 2025

Hosted by the @@annabeth-wayne community, we introduce our very first event in honor of Annabeth Chase's birthday.

See below for more details!

Prompts:

July 6/Day 1: TV/News - Injury - Meet the JL

July 7/Day 2: Nightmare - Panic Attack - Storytelling

July 8/Day 3: Homesickness - No Man's Land Arc - Meet the Titans

July 9/Day 4: Identity Shenanigans - Meet JL Dark - Black Mirror Arc

July 10/Day 5: Under the Red Hood Arc - Argument - Hug

July 11/Day 6: Sick - Misunderstanding - Meet the Bats

July 12/Day 7: Birthday - Gift Giving - Freebie

Q: What is Annabeth Wayne?

A: Annabeth Wayne is a crossover where Annabeth Chase (PJO) is Bruce Wayne's (Batman) daughter. The crossover primarily leans towards her being his biological daughter, but adopted would be fine too!

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A: Nope! We merely ask that you consider joining if you enjoy this au, and that any work made for this event is credited towards it. There is an ao3 collection made available for works to be submitted to, and we will ask you to use #Annabeth Wayne Birthday Week 2025.

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A: At this time, we will also be accepting fanart and comics.

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A: No, the work does not have to be complete in order to be a part of the event.

Q: Do I have to post the work on the day of the prompt?

A: As of right now, we will allow late submissions to a prompt, so long as they are posted no later than July 13 to respect that this is for Annabeth's birthday.

Q: Do I have to do every prompt for the given day?

A: Only if you want to!

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A: We understand the complexity of schedules, and will not pressure you to participate every day if you cannot. This is for fun, not to add more stress to your lives :)

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A: You can contact me, @apileofashandember for any questions regarding this event. The best way to do this would be through an ask, in case someone else has the same question.

We look forward to your participation!

[sleepysebris]

felix exuberating theater-kid energy nonstop this season just makes me imagine his pv chat noir design being a parody of adrien's chat noir

[chatonfils]

Starting off by saying I hate “mom Danny” bc it tends to be p transphobic and misgendering, so if anyone adds it to my post I’m blocking them.

Tim making his Kon clone baby, but the cloning chamber isn’t stable enough for the fetus. He’s desperately trying anything that he think might work, when he comes across Phantom. Phantom who has experience with stabilizing clones.

Danny had heard whispers through the grapevine (Ellie who’d joined the Teen Titans as Phantasm) that there was someone attempting to make clones. He’d only meant to snoop and see if it was a Vlad situation. If any clones had been made and needed liberating. What he found was a newly minted Red Robin crying over a red blinking message on a cloning chamber. He warbled a quiet “please, Kon, I don’t want to live without you.”

Danny quickly realizing this wasn’t an attempt to replace and destroy, but actually someone grieving, in probably an unhealthy way, but who was Danny to judge, he’d once replaced Sam and Tucker with robots for less. So he decided to help Red Robin out. Sure, he hadn’t dealt with kryptonian dna before, but he was at least 89% sure halfa dna was way more complicated. And Red Robin had already figured out ways around the dna shenanigans, it was just the stability that wasn’t going well. Honestly, he didn’t think it would be as easy as an ecto dejecto like it had been for Ellie. But his parents had a lot of inventions that they’d started making to help out ghosts, once they’d realized Danny was Phantom. Maybe telling Red Robin about ghost IVF wasn’t his most thought through plan.

“I think what might help is an incubator.” Phantom had suggested.

Tim could only gesture at the cloning chambers that had failed him thus far. They were essentially huge incubators.

Phantom awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “I meant, like, a living incubator. Like a surrogate.”

“Where am I going to find someone that I not only trust to carry the baby, but also would volunteer?” Tim raised an eyebrow at him. Hell, had Tim had the equipment to do so, he would have carried the baby, everything else be damned. He just didn’t want to be alone anymore.

Phantom blushed green and looked away. “It might take a little tinkering with the embryos to work with the physiology, but…. I could carry the baby for you. I mean, I’m trans, and even if I wasn’t, ghosts are kind of malleable in a reproductive sense. And there are options for IVF in ghost science. And like, my own clone is like my little sister. I’m also a protection spirit, so I would protect the baby with my entire afterlife. And I’m kind of rambling so you should say something before I embarrass myself.”

“You would be willing to carry a baby for me?” Tim was shell shocked by the offer.

“I mean, yeah. You’re a good guy. You’re not cloning him for a malicious reason. You’re just trying to bring back a piece of your friend because you love and miss him. Dedication that strong for someone who has left the living plain, is admirable. You realized early on that you wouldn’t be able to increase the speed in which the clone grew. You’ve been trying despite knowing that this clone will be a baby that’s going to be your child, and not just the friend you lost. And I wouldn’t mind giving up my body for a little bit so you can make your family.”

Tim certainly hadn’t meant to surge forward and kiss Phantom. “Thank you.” Tim pulled Phantom into a fierce hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

It took about a month for them to work out the kinks of making the baby safe for Danny’s body. In this time, Danny showing Red Robin his human form, and Tim revealing his own identity. It felt kind of wrong to keep his name from someone he intended to get pregnant with his child. Tim and Danny got close as they worked together on the baby. And there may have been a few more kisses shared between them. In the end, the baby ended up spliced with mostly Kon’s dna, some of Tim’s (to stabilize the kryptonian dna), and some of Danny’s (to keep the baby safe in the womb).

Once Danny was well and truly pregnant, he encouraged Tim to find Bruce. “I’ll keep the baby safe. You find your dad. If you need me for anything, I’m only a call away.” Tim hadn’t forgotten about Bruce, he’d just never thought it would take so long to set up cloning Kon. So much of his hurt and loneliness had fallen away in Danny’s presence, and Danny had let him hyper focus on making their baby.

“Probably terrible timing, but I’ve got to ask,” Tim swallowed nervously. “Be my boyfriend?”

Danny’s lopsided smile, thawed Tim’s nerves. “I think I could work with that. I hope you don’t mind kids though, I’m kind of pregnant.”

Tim huffed a laugh. “I’ll keep in touch while I’m away. Please keep me updated on the baby.”

Danny pulled him into a proper kiss, “I will.”

I’m mostly imagining Tim getting bump update photos and falling in love with his increasingly pregnant boyfriend, while he finds Bruce.

I’m also imagining after Bruce is back, Tim being like, “anyways gtg, my boyfriend is in his third trimester and I don’t want to miss the birth of our baby.” And peacing out before any bats could react, let alone stop him.

And also maybe when Kon comes back, there’s maybe a poly relationship started.

Also thinking about Tim getting Danny pregnant without the science.

Danny gets Dad, Tim gets Papa, and if Kon joins, he gets Poppy.

[mokulule]

Dead on MAYn - Day 2

Trope | Identity Shenanigans Word | Hoodwinked Situation | Danny works at the Watchtower & meets Red Hood there. Dialogue | "Cool glowing swords, mind if I borrow them for a minute?"

Summary: There's something on the Watchtower posing as a human and Jason is the only one who knows.

It had been just a little hacking, a little bit of information retrieval, not like Red Hood was doing terrible crimes on the Watchtower. Still, he’d rather be in and out without anyone the wiser. He could only loop the cameras for so long without anyone noticing.

Could Jason have just asked for this information?

Sure. But that would require actually talking to Bruce, and since that was scheduled for… preferably never, this was the next best option. Of course the potential for actually getting sent to jail as the wanted criminal that he was, if he was caught, was a definite drawback to this plan. It would set back his timeline a day or two while he escaped and he really couldn’t afford that.

Of course no reason to count your chickens until they hatched, and unless they hatched Wonder Woman, Jason was reasonably sure he could still avoid capture by most of the other super friends.

Footsteps were approaching from further ahead the bending hallway. Quickly Jason looked around and finding no other choice he squeezed into the space between two vertical pipes in an open service hallway. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when some obscure blue and yellow costumed hero walked by without even glancing towards the open service hallway.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.”

Jason jumped, turned around, and grabbed the suddenly appeared person by covering his mouth then he pushed him against the wall with the other arm across his chest. Where the fuck did he come from?! As Jason waited for his heart to migrate back into his chest from his throat, he noted the guy’s blue coveralls and tool belt and at least knew what the guy was doing in the open service hallway.

Jason was an idiot he should have expected someone to be in here, why else would it be open?

Odd, Jason thought, there was a complete lack of struggle. The man just watched Jason with calm eyes from over Jason’s gloved hand. It was that more than anything, because he didn’t look like someone who would scream, that made Jason readily remove his hand when the guy reached up to pull it away.

“At least buy a guy dinner first, Red,” he smirked and leaned his head back casually, drawing attention to the line of his throat and the dib between his collar bones, visible because the coveralls were slightly unzipped.

It took a moment for Jason to comprehend the words and what direction his thoughts had been going, then he let go as if burned, taking a step away.

Smiling in satisfaction the guy straightened his coveralls and took a step away from the wall.

“So whose side are you on these days, Red? Do I need to sound the alarm?”

Jason narrowed his eyes from beneath the helmet. What was up with this guy? Somehow, inexplicably, it felt best not to lie. “My own side.”

“Hmmm,” the guy seemed to consider for a moment then finally nodded. “Very well, follow me.”

He started walking further down the service hall. After a few steps he turned his head slightly. “Are you coming?”

Jason hesitated. All sorts of alarm bells were ringing in his head, but still he found his feet moving forward into what felt like the bowels of the space station. He felt at once disconnected and grounded in every doomed step. The low orange lights that lit their twisting mechanical path in regular intervals and their shadows dancing as if alive across pipes, cables and consoles didn’t help the feeling that Jason was being led to the underworld.

There had been a number of branches in the path, places where Jason could have taken the chance to run, but hadn’t.

It was stupid following an unknown, every ounce of his training rebelled, because it was sure to be a trap. But there was something in Jason, something primal, that felt absolutely terrified of pissing of whatever the fuck that maintenance worker actually was behind the too sharp smile. A smile that was flashed at him every now and then when he checked whether Red Hood was still following.

They went down two ladders and squeezed through some pipes before finally they seemed to have reached their destination. The being knelt down and opened a previously unseen hatch in the floor letting in the artificial sunlight the main areas used like a beam in the darkness. Jason half expected the being to dissolve in the light, but he was not so lucky. Dread squeezed Jason’s heart when he stuck his head down into the room and then seemingly waved to someone below.

This was the moment the trap would spring.

Time stretched until finally the being straightened with a too wide grin lit from underneath.

“Alright coast is clear time for you to go.”

“What?” Jason asked weakly.

“In you go, this is the Zeta Bay.” He explained patiently.

“You’re letting me go?” At this point Jason wasn’t sure if he’d expected to be handed over to the Justice League or eaten. At this point it didn’t matter.

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed agreeably, “now get a move on, I’ve got work to do.”

Right, Jason thought weakly. He stuck his head down and confirmed this was indeed the Zeta Bay. He hurried down what was apparently a ceiling panel. He was just about to take a step towards one of the zeta tubes when the voice halted him.

“Though, Red-”

Jason’s breath hitched when he looked up to see two glowing green Lazarus eyes staring back at him from within the darkness.

“-don’t let me catch you uninvited here again.”

And that was Jason’s cue to skedaddle. He was never setting foot on the fucking Watchtower again.

Oo o oO
 Six months later Jason was on the fucking Watchtower again.

He stepped out of the Zeta Tube with dread curling in his stomach. He did not sign up for this.

So he was vaguely aware of how “all bats on deck” had started to include the Red Hood. He’d been there. He’d been part of the whole process: the arguments, the concessions, the tearful confessions and father-son moments which he tried his best to ignore happened, but they were… good? Things were overall semi-okay.

But the part where his brain hit a bit of a snag, was when all bats on deck meant Red Hood (still very wanted criminal) on the Watchtower deck.

So what if there was an alien invasion? Red Hood could protect Gotham from Gotham if aliens decided to try their luck. What part of micromanaging Crime Alley screamed world saving to Bruce? In fact it would have been better if he’d stayed back, because surely some assholes (Jason could think of at least three) would take advantage of the distraction of an alien invasion and move in on Crime Alley.

Yet, here Red Hood was, on the Watchtower, gaining odd looks even amongst the hurrying heroes as they passed them. In fact it was probably only Red Robin’s presence by his side that prevented him from being accosted - because he was, as previously established, a wanted criminal, one with a rather bloody and explosive reputation to boot.

You would think putting the guy known for blowing shit up onto your very expensive space station would be a bad call.

But no, Bruce trusted him. Not only that, he trusted him to watch Tim’s back and Jason hated how choked up that made him feel. So he was doing it, okay? Bruce better fucking appreciate it.

He cautiously scanned his surroundings, as he followed Tim, watchful for any heroes that might consider Red Hood more of a threat than the ongoing invasion and more importantly signs of certain maintenance workers from the abyss.

Of course Jason’s luck wasn’t to last. Just before the door into the Watchtower command central he was there, innocently perched on a ladder with a light panel open above him, seemingly changing an actual lightbulb - as if he was just some guy working there. And sure in the light he looked harmless in the light blue coveralls with the top part tied around his waist revealing a black t-shirt that hung a bit loose on his slight build. He looked deceptively human with the tousled black hair and the little smudge of oil across his nose, but the way his gaze zeroed in on Jason like a predator smelling blood was anything but.

Surreptitiously Jason moved so Tim was between him and the thing.

“So what’s that guy’s deal?”

“Who?” Red Robin glanced at Red Hood before following his line of sight. “Danny?”

Danny… what a deceptively ordinary name. He supposed that was fitting for something posing as human.

Tim looked at him with an absolutely bewildered look on his face and told him lowly. “Danny has worked in maintenance for a couple of years. He has a degree in mechanical engineering, honestly he might be a bit overqualified. Why are you asking? You can’t be surprised we employ maintenance workers.” He narrowed his eyes.

‘Danny’ met Jason’s eyes from over Tim’s head. He smiled and winked at Jason sending a chill down his spine, before turning back around to close the now functioning light panel. Jason mentally shook himself out of it.

“Just wondering with the invasion and all, why there’s a civilian on the Watchtower,” he covered smoothly, but not smoothly enough by the way Tim kept glancing at him. He swiped the door panel and they entered the control room.

“All the maintenance workers carry stun guns and know how to use them. There’s also panic rooms and escape pods available.”

The doors closed behind them and Jason breathed a quiet sigh of relief to have the metal between him and Danny.

Now maybe they could get to work stopping this invasion so Jason could get back to Gotham, and most importantly off of this stupid space station.

Oo o oO

Jason did his best to stay off the Watchtower, he really did, but events conspired against him. He couldn’t even share his concerns because everyone else was convinced Danny was a completely ordinary and nice guy - even Bruce, mr Paranoid himself. Yes, Jason had checked the personnel files, even the locked ones: Danny was listed as human, born to human parents. No meta gene. Everything perfectly ordinary in a way that set Jason’s teeth grinding by how wrong it was.

It was maddening.

Every moment he was forced onto the Watchtower was a waiting game, because every time without fail Danny would be there. Either doing innocuous maintenance or as ominous green pinpricks from the shadows. Stalking him. Hunting him. Waiting for him to slip up, to come here ‘uninvited’.

But Jason was careful, and Danny would just have to go hungry.

Oo o oO

It was bound to happen, Jason thought as he limped as fast as his leg would take him into a narrow alley. You could only go so long without killing anyone before they realized you’d stopped sending that kind of message, that the old mail service had shut down and they realized you’d gone over to e-mail or whatever newfangled thing was supposed to work in this metaphor. The blood loss was not helping Jason’s faculties at the moment.

The point was… there was a point somewhere…

“Over here! Bitch is leading us straight to him.”

Jason looked down at the ground and the splatters that glistened in the lamplight. Not good, he had to-

“Hey-“

The sound came from behind him. Jason reacted on instinct, spinning around and pushing the assailant against the wall, an arm across their chest and gun pulled and aimed at their face, which- the rest of Jason’s blood promptly drained out of his face.

“We gotta stop meeting like this, Red,” Danny said, and gently moved Jason’s gun down to his side.

“What are you doing here?” No no no. He should be on the Watchtower, not here. Whatever he was shouldn’t be allowed to move locations!

“I live here?”

“What?” He whispered not understanding one bit.

“Apartment, third floor,” Danny pointed upwards somewhere behind Jason. He still couldn’t comprehend what was going on.

Danny looked to the mouth of the alley then down at Jason’s leg.

“You’re hurt.”

Jason shook his head. It wasn’t a denial that he was hurt, he was very aware, but it was a no he didn’t want whatever that sentence lead to, but he also knew he was powerless to fight it-

He was on a couch, looking up at a crack in the plaster ceiling. He didn’t know how he’d gotten there. His leg felt strangely cold and numb, like death creeping up on him from there, encroaching bit by bit. Maybe he should be alarmed, but his head felt like it was encased in fuzz.

“You with me again Red? You passed out there for a bit.”

Jason tilted his head. Danny was standing a few feet away holding a nondescript duffel bag, behind him an open doorway lead to a bathroom. He frowned, the lights from there were too bright and his gaze slid back to Danny. He didn’t even have the energy to feel scared right now.

Huh, Danny’s eyes were blue, he could have sworn they were green. They were also much closer than they had been just a moment ago. There was something important Jason was supposed to remember. Something had happened to get him here. It was dangerous to stay put-

“Woah- no.” Hands pushed at his shoulders. “Red, you’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Jason gave up. Lying down was clearly better.

“Were you drugged too?” The voice wondered from far away.

Was he drugged?

Jason didn’t know. He didn’t remember.

Oo o oO

Jason woke up to sunlight streaming in from a window. The first, most apparent thing was that this was not his apartment. Secondly his right leg throbbed, and he was rather groggy.

His helmet stared back at him from the low coffee table. Alarmed, he sat up. The soft blanket he’d been covered by slid down to reveal he was undressed except for his underwear. The pull on his skin when he frowned revealed that his domino was at least still in place. He cast around and his heart about stopped when his gaze landed on Danny-

But after a moment of nothing happening and his brain taking in the way the slight man slept - crossways on a plush armchair, limbs akimbo, mouth open and neck at an angle that was gonna be uncomfortable when he woke - he could breathe again. In the sunlight he looked so human it felt almost silly to have been afraid. It was irrational, but Jason would allow the relief it gave him as long as Danny was asleep.

Next to the couch was an open duffel full of first aid supplies and a trash bag filled mainly with bloodied gauze squares and packaging. His hand went to his thigh and the two bandages adhering there - entrance and exit wound in his quadriceps, no wonder his thigh throbbed. Curious he pulled a corner of the innermost bandage so see a few neat stitches holding his skin together. He patted the bandage back in place, it wasn’t quite sticking as well as before, but it’d hold alright.

It was worrying that he didn’t remember how he’d been shot. Or how Danny, the creature from the Watchtower, was involved. Though currently the evidence pointed towards him having had a helpful disposition this time.

Jason bit back a groan as he swung his legs off the couch. Helpful disposition or not, Jason was not sticking around a moment longer than he had to.

Unfortunately the moment Jason touched the wooden floors Danny startled awake falling off the chair with a thump and an ooph. He sat up, clearly disoriented, his hair was a mess that stuck up on one side and he looked cute in the way a ruffled kitten looked. It was an absolutely crazy thought when Jason was caught on the edge of bolting in fear. The opposing feelings had hysteria bubbling up and he snorted in his attempt to hold back helpless laughter.

Danny blinked owlishly at him, eyes big and blue.

Blue, the thought repeated in Jason’s brain. Not glowing. Not green.

“Oh, you’re awake. That’s good. You’ve gotta be hungry.” Danny picked himself off the floor.

Jason watched him carefully as he stood and walked over to the kitchen area. When he sent Jason a hesitant smile over his shoulder it was perfectly ordinary in width. There were no alarm bells ringing in Jason’s head, no sense of other.

Jason’s heart beat hard and fast in his chest. He felt like he was going crazy. How was this possible?

No! Jason had definitely seen what he’d seen on the Watchtower! He wasn’t crazy, but it was hard to believe his memories when Danny puttered about his kitchen, standing on tippy toes to reach something in one of the cupboards. He looked about as threatening as the kitten Jason’s brain had compared him to. His loose t-shirt and fuzzy washed out pajama pants with smiling stars only added to that.

He looked exactly the ordinary guy everyone thought him to be. Except he had seemingly brought a vigilante home for medical attention, but then again he did work on the Watchtower, so obviously not completely ordinary.

“Hope you’re not lactose intolerant.”

“What?” Jason shook himself out of his thoughts.

“Cause melted cheese sandwich is about the most exciting thing I can offer?” He raised a questioning eyebrow.

“’S fine.”

Could there be two of them? Or the creature on the Watchtower just occasionally took Danny’s shape? Or the creature was extremely adept at pretending to be human. Maybe they shared a body? Maybe Danny was unknowingly possessed? There were too many options and Jason knew too little.

He rubbed his head, trying to remember, what happened yesterday, but aside from going patrolling it was one big blank space.

“What happened yesterday?”

“Hmm? Oh I found you in the alley between my building and the next.” He vaguely waved in the direction of the windows to the right. “You were kinda out of it? Not to mention bleeding and there was a bunch of goons after you. So I brought you up.”

Jason frowned. “You shouldn’t have gotten involved. They could have followed you.”

Danny glanced back with a small bemused smile. “That was my choice.”

They drifted into silence after that as Jason pondered. He supposed it was rather silly to worry about Danny’s safety, but since right now he was questioning everything he thought he knew, he wasn’t sure what to make of him.

“Why Crime Alley? Do they not pay you a decent wage?”

Danny glanced at him, another small smile stretching his lips and winked. “Wage is fine. I just happen to like Crime Alley’s vigilante best.”

Jason felt heat in his cheeks at that and was glad Danny was turned back around to face his grilled cheese project. There was no way that was the real reason, right? He thought back to how some of the first words Danny had said to him was to buy him dinner first. Had Danny been actually flirting with him? Was he flirting now? Jason felt deeply unsettled, not because the advance was unwanted but rather because somehow it wasn’t? Despite him still being half terrified.

“Here we go.” Danny snapped him out of his thoughts, setting down a steaming grilled cheese sandwich on the coffee table and slinging himself back into the armchair with his own plate.

Jason steeled himself. He was only going to get answers if he asked, and if it got him eaten? Well, at least he’d know.

“Are you possessed?”

Danny who’d just taken a bite spluttered and coughed, dry bread clearly going down the wrong pipe- and then, when his face was turning alarmingly red and Jason was considering if he needed to go over there and perform the Heimlich, Danny reached into his chest and plucked out the offending half-chewed bread with a relieved wheeze. He grimaced at the mass in his hands before leaving on his plate. Another reflexive cough shook his frame as he looked at Jason.

“I’m sorry? Possessed?” He asked hoarsely, as if he couldn’t believe it.

Jason crossed his arms.

“Well you’re something! You just reached a hand inside yourself and you- on the Watchtower-“ And Jason couldn’t even begin to describe the events on the Watchtower.

Danny looked at him dumbfounded.

“Oh…” Another cough turned into laugh. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought for sure-“ He spoke in between laughter. “I really haven’t been nice, have I?”

Jason stared levelly at Danny in his best impression of Bruce, conveying wordlessly how that was not an explanation at all. Danny eventually sobered.

“I thought you could sense what I am, so I kinda allowed my instincts a bit more free rein than I usually do.”

“I sensed you were something.” Jason grumbled, “and that still doesn’t explain what you are?”

When Jason met Danny’s eyes they glowed green and his smile was too sharp. He stilled.

“If you don’t know what I am, do you even know what you are?”

There was swoop in his stomach and terror clutched his rapidly beating heart. Danny’s nostrils flared as he breathed in deep, scenting like a predator looking for prey, except he already had Jason in his sights.

Then, just as abruptly the pressure let up, and Danny who’d somehow left his chair floated back into it to slump boneless across the armrests, head tilted back, barring his throat.

“You can do whatever you want with me Red, you are so fucking delicious.”

Jason felt terrible heat in his face and chest and mortifyingly down south at the shift in mood. Danny, from the way he eyed Jason out the side of half lidded eyes, somehow knew, which only made it worse.

“You still have not answered my question.”

Danny sighed. “I’m a half-ghost. More specifically the ghost half is a protective spirit, so while to the human part of me the Watchtower is my workplace that pays the bills, to the ghostly part it’s my haunt.”

Jason frowned. Half Ghost? “I’m not sure that explains anything.”

“It means, that you should be very glad I already knew and liked you that time you broke into the Watchtower. It’s easier to leave humans and whatever aliens there might be to the Justice League, though I will admit to having traumatized some invaders here and there, but supernatural threats like yourself? Generally don’t make it out alive, unless they realize fast enough what mistake they made, like there was this pale child looking sorceror with a cat once? He was very quick to make his escape.”

Danny was clearly just rambling now. Maybe Jason should feel afraid now that he knew he was right, that Danny really was a terrifying creature that definitely would have killed, maybe even eaten him, but mostly he felt relieved it wasn’t all in his head and it was clear to him now that Danny didn’t actually want to kill him. He was all bark and no bite- or maybe actually probably a lot of biting, but no tearing chunks out of him.

Suddenly he realized how hungry he was and he grabbed the cooled off melted cheese sandwich and took a bite. It didn’t even matter that it was cold, cause Jason was ravenous. He swallowed a bite, as he pondered out loud, “So how come you’re tolerating me here in your home?”

Danny sent him a baffled look. “For one, I brought you here. Secondly this is your haunt.”

“My haunt?”

Danny frowned. “I don’t know exactly where you fall on the scale of ghostliness, but it may be less than I assumed if you really don’t know.” At Jason’s continued silence, Danny elaborated, “you have the whole Crime Alley area quite thoroughly claimed as yours. Anyone with even a small sense for the supernatural would know.”

“Then how come I’ve not felt the urge to evict you violently.”

“Because you protect everyone who just wants to life here in peace,” Danny smiled softly.

Jason was stumped, but he couldn’t deny the truth of the words.

Danny looked up at the ceiling. “I like my mischief and I will admit I have delighted in messing with you. But for someone like me, whose core thrums with the need to protect my haunt, whose every sense is tuned towards potential invaders when I am in my haunt, to be able to leave that behind when I clock out, to be able to go home, to a little place not my haunt, not my responsibility, where I can actually relax? Be human?”

He looked back over a Jason, blue eyes slightly glistening. “I told you, you were my favorite vigilante.”

Jason really didn’t know what to say to that, it felt like so much more than what the words themselves meant. His own throat felt tight.

Danny chuckled self-consciously and finally sat up, quickly wiping his eyes. “Well, that was more than I really expected to reveal of myself, but since you didn’t know, well, I owed you an explanation for the terrorizing.”

But what about the flirting? Jason found he really wanted to know about that, but his tongue felt tied. It didn’t feel right to bring up after that.

The somber mood followed them through the rest of their long gone cold grilled cheese sandwiches, through Jason redressing in his surprisingly clean suit and a wordless goodbye.

Oo o oO

The next time Jason was on the Watchtower, he didn’t see Danny at all. Didn’t even sense him. He didn’t know what to do with that, didn’t know why he felt so bereft. He should be happy right? To for once not to leave the Watchtower terrified for his life? But he wasn’t.

He was so fucking messed up.

He knew where Danny lived. He could always go there.

He didn’t.

He had no clue what he even wanted from Danny!

Oo o oO

This was not good.

In fact things had pretty much gone to shit.

He barely managed to combine another dodge and deflection to avoid another swipe of that cursed flaming sword. Something that big should not be allowed to move so fucking fast. Jason panted and sweat ran down his face. He’d lost his helmet some time during the fight.

He dodged again. Gritting his teeth as he using the All Blades to propel himself over the flaming sword.

“Any ETA on that solution.” He yelled over the roaring flames. It was hard to breathe and even harder to fight.

The comm in his ear crackled, obviously not appreciating the heat, it was a wonder it was even still working. “They’re working on it. Hood you have to retreat if-“

“Like Hell, I will,” Jason snarled back, this knock-off balrog was not reaching Gotham. It was not reaching the line of fire fighters holding the flames back. Not while Jason still stood.

It was however not looking good. While Jason had managed to score hits, mainly early in the fight - the thing bled fucking lava. His only real chance was to stall. If this had been the only one Jason would have gladly left it to Bruce’s super friends, but it wasn’t. The Justice League, everyone, was stretched thin as multiple rifts had opened all over the place letting these creatures into their world and it didn’t matter if they beat the creatures back in the rifts, they couldn’t exactly leave their spots until the rifts were closed.

It was little comfort that the perpetrators had met their end as the first victims of their folly.

Jason only barely got his blades up and crossed above him and the sword went down in an overhanded strike. Immediately Jason knew it was a mistake, and it would cost him. He should have tried to dodge, instead the sword hit the All-Blades with an explosion of sparks. Jason yelled in pain as the force of it brought him to his knees.

“Jason!” Bruce yelled and it was only because it was right in his ear he could hear anything over the ringing. He rolled to the side instantly, ignoring the way he couldn’t feel his arms. The flaming sword came down gouging into the ground where he was a fraction of a second ago.

The knowledge came over him with sudden clarity, clear and calm, inevitable; he wouldn’t be fast enough to dodge the next strike. He still tried, because Jason would always fight to the last, but his limbs were too slow, too sluggish, the sword was already coming towards him.

He braced himself.

A pillar of ice shot up before him, the sword cleaved down, but stopped a feet above his head where it stuck. The beast roared in anger and pulled. Dumbfounded, Jason stared at the sputtering blade that had been mean to cleave him in half.

“Cool glowing swords, mind if I borrow them?”

Suddenly Danny was folded around his kneeling form, arms reaching out and fingers circling around each of the All-Blades. The blades powered by his soul. Jason gasped at the rush of energy it gave him. It shouldn’t be possible. Danny shouldn’t be able to pluck the blades out of his hands. Much less be able to wield them.

But wield them he did. He beat the beast back with a kick that broke the pillar. The beast never really had a chance, between the blades and the ice Danny could summon that clearly pained the beast, it really was a terrible matchup.

Jason felt like he should feel violated, those blades were made from his soul. And yet all he felt was protected, safe, loved. It was quite possible he was delirious or high. At least the blistering heat from the fires was going down with all the ice Danny had thrown around.

Before Jason knew it, it was over. Danny may or may not have eaten the Balrog, Jason wasn’t entirely clear on the details, or why Danny’s hair had been white at some point, it was really all very confusing.

Gingerly, Jason got to his feet. His entire body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, and yet there was still that strange buzzing energy under his skin. He slowly made his way towards Danny.

Danny, who was studying the glowing red rift in space time, tilted his head considering. Then moving the blades carefully so both were in his right hand, he reached out with his left hand as if feeling for something, then with a sharp counter-clock motion, the rift was gone.

Huh.

Danny turned back around and smiled sheepishly. “Oh hey, Red. I’m sorry about grabbing your swords like that-“

And it didn’t really matter what Danny was going to say. Jason grabbed his head and crashed their lips together. A small wounded noise escaped Danny’s throat and then he was kissing Jason back with fervor. And when Danny dropped the blades to let them dissolve to dig his own desperate fingers into Jason’s matted hair, it didn’t matter that he lost that all encompassing feeling of love and protection, because he knew how Danny felt, and he finally knew what to do with all his own confused feelings.

They broke apart to breathe, foreheads leaning on each other, eyes meeting though it was hard to focus this close.

“Couldn’t you have shown up a bit sooner?” Jason panted.

“I was visiting some friends… they don’t exactly live around here.” From the slightly shifty glance Danny gave to the side, it was probably a good bet that 'not around here', meant another plane of existence. what the fuck was Jason’s life?

“I’m just-“ Danny’s fingers tightened in Jason’s hair momentarily, “so glad I didn’t get here a second later.”

Jason grinned toothily, and he probably looked terrible goofy, but he didn’t care, it was just he and Danny here. “So am I.”

The comm crackled, and Bruce’s voice asked almost hesitantly, “What’s your status, Hood?”

Oh right, not completely alone. But Bruce thankfully didn’t have visuals.

“Ah.” Jason straightened, and promptly grabbed one of Danny’s hands when they tried to leave him, earning a little surprised smile from Danny. Urgh, creatures from the abyss had no right to be this cute.

“We’re okay, I’m okay. Situation is dealt with here.”

There was a relieved sigh from the other end, and Jason did not envy the old man his role as a coordinator of their efforts-

“Oh!” Jason suddenly realized. “Danny can close the rifts.”

“Danny?” Bruce’s simple question was overlaid with Tim chiming in with disbelief.

He shared a glance with Danny, who gave him a grin full of mischief.

“Yeah, Danny from Maintenance.”

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And that's that, hope you enjoyed :D I certainly had fun writing this. Tell me what your thought if you have the time?

[jjenthusee]

🎃 Halloween Shenanigans 🎃

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: In preparation for October, I wanted to write some small Halloween drabbles that seemed so hilarious in my mind ☺️ ENJOY :) leave any comments and reblog <3

Tags: lame jason makes me giggle, unhinged jason, clingy jason??

Check out Pt. 2 here!

“You can’t be serious.” You eyed Jason up and down, judgement written all over your face.

He stood in his full Red Hood gear, holsters strapped on his legs, helmet shined, and leather jacket worn.

“What? It’s perfect.” He stood up from the edge of the bed, walking closer to you.

“It’s a Halloween event and you’re dressed up as yourself?!” You felt the vein popping up in your head. “I thought you were supposed to keep your identity…oh, I don’t know…hidden?”

“I’ve done it before, no one bats an eye. Heh, ya get it?” Jason chuckles at his accidental lame joke.

You raised an eyebrow, he was not taking any of the concern seriously.

“Sweets, it’s fine. Have you seen how many shitty Robin and Nightwing outfits there are? There’s nothing to worry about.”

—

“You take that back!” Jason pointed a finger at the stranger testing his patience for the night.

“No! Your costume sucks!” A little boy dressed in a Robin costume yelled back at Jason. The small domino mask on his face slowly slipping from his nose the longer he raised his voice. Their difference in height was laughable if it weren’t for Jason arguing with a literal child. “You painted the Red Hood symbol wrong and your jacket sucks too!”

You were feeling a headache itching into your head.

“What?! Kid, I’m the real fuc—“

“Okay! Okay, my friend here has had too much candy for the night.” You yelled louder before Jason could finish his sentence, glaring at him before you turned around back to the young child.

“Friend?!” You heard Jason yell from behind your back as you crouched, he was getting more offended by the second.

“Hush!” You harshly whispered back to your boyfriend.

After you were eye-level with the kid, you promised to let him rummage in your bag of candy. Letting him pick out anything from the selection while Jason paced back and forth murmuring to himself at the disadvantage he was in.

The boy was actually a nice kid as he told you about how his dad helped him sew the costume together. He was yapping away in his excitement as he took one of the full-sized candy bars that you brought to give out to other kids.

“I died and this is what I have to deal with? How about you take a crowbar—“

You swung your head back while the kid was distracted, frowning at the large man behind you. He immediately didn’t finish his thought at your unamused look, but instead settled for crossing his arms across his chest as he glared down the boy still talking to you.

Before the boy left, he told you he had lost his dad before he ended up at your front door.

Once you calmed the kid down and promised to help, Jason followed you out to try to find the boy’s dad, but there was still unsettled tension in the sudden enemies who walked next to you as you searched.

Every time Jason tried to get closer to you, the kid switched sides holding onto your hand, becoming a tiny barrier in between the two of you.

You kept your head forward, not acknowledging the two fighting behind you as the kid stuck out his tongue and Jason subtly trying to whisper back insults.

Once you found the father, you were finally relieved. You were receiving thanks from the boy’s dad before Jason kneeled down to see the boy at eye level. They stared at one another as they seemed to be having a semi-friendly conversation.

You eyed the two while you finished your conversation, not believing them to be suddenly getting along.

“You better watch your back.” Jason quietly talked.

“You’re not scary.” The boy glared, his expression not seen from where you stood.

“What’s wrong with the kids these days?” Jason murmured under is breath. “My gear—costume isn’t lame.”

“It’s lame. You don’t even have your guns. Red Hood has guns.”

With a large sigh from Jason and your side glance burning the side of his head, he gave in as you wondered what the two of them were talking about.

“I’ll buy you a large soda and another big candy bar if you hug me, so I don’t get yelled at later.”

“Two sodas.” The child negotiated.

“You’re pushing it, kid.” In one tilt of his helmet, Jason watched you smile to the man. “Deal.”

When you looked back, the two supposedly bickering enemies were embraced in a friendly hug. You watched in confusion, but the boy’s dad was cooing at how well they got along.

“Say ‘You’re so cool’ and you’ll get two candy bars.” Jason whispered at the side of the boys head while they still hugged.

The kid loudly yells his words, mimicking an excited tone.

“Oh, you two get along so well, thank you for finding my son. You two lovebirds enjoy your night.” The dad left with his son and his large haul of candy and other sweets.

You watched as they walked away in the opposite direction of your home.

The Red Hood standing next to you was surprisingly quiet, no quick remark or other insult.

Before you were about to grab Jason’s waist to turn around, the small figure caught your eye.

While you half held Jason, you watched as the young boy stuck out his tongue in one final jab at the man in your arms.

“You little—I can’t believe that lil’ shit got free candy outta me.” Jason puffed, finally deciding to raise the white flag of surrender.

You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face. A gentle laugh leaving you as you couldn’t see your boyfriend pout, but you knew him so well that you could imagine it under the helmet.

You nudged Jason, guiding him into a walk back to your home.

He had squeezed you by the shoulder, letting his arm rest around you and you reciprocated a loose arm around his waist.

“How much money did u lose on the kid?” You grabbed onto his gloved hand hanging in the air, intertwining your fingers. The momentum of your steps pushing you into a leisure stroll.

“$10 and so many snacks. Lil’ fucker knows how to negotiate.” Jason spoke through gritted teeth.

You laughed into the night air, remembering the image of them glaring at one another.

“You met your match tonight, Mr. Red Hood.” You smirked.

[cindythecyclops]

I HAVE AN IDEA

OG! Cale dies when Choi Han beats him up and reincarnates in Korea. Not as KRS but as himself, a half-korean half-french dude who looks almost identical to his past life's self except his hair is brown. Like his dad's.

He's still four years older than KRS and he grows up in a normal family. Not super rich but financially stable and comfortable.

He ends up becoming a popular soloist Idol with the stage name 'Cale' and he dyes his hair blood-red, a look which becomes iconic to him.

Cale does not remember his past life. Yet.

The apocalypse happens and Cale gets injured, almost dies and regains his memories.

Fast forward, Cale meets Roksu at the company (post Soos death). At first, Roksu tries to push him away but it's for naught as they end up becoming friends anyway.

Their day off arrives and the two find the TBOAH novel. Cale winces at his appearance in the novel.

Read till fifth volume, they both fall asleep.

Cale wakes up pre his beating in his 18 yo body. Roksu transmigrates as himself but in a younger body (28).

Shenanigans ensue.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Apr 24th

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1. ITMF request for any happy ending fic where Yanli does not end up with the peacock and Wangxian still have their happy ending. Thank you 🙏

I’m the itmf in#1 with the jiang Yanli aus. Any pairing is fine—Ty!

🧡 To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 78k, WangXian, JFM & YZY, JYL/NMJ, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major character injury, CQL verse, Happy Ending)

does the person asking for #1 mind if jyl is in another pairing, like jyl x wq or jyl x lxc?

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 93k, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WWX is a Wēn, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Society Level Victim Blaming, Victim Blaming)

🔒 do not wilt alone by Anonymous (T, 7k, JYL & WWX, Minor WangXian, LWJ is Sir Not Appearing in This Fic, Past Child Abuse, Homophobia, Homophobic JC, Bad Parent YZY, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Not JC Friendly, Character Study)

The Threads of Fate by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 190k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, Protective LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Pining LWJ, WWX in WWX’s Body, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Oblivious WWX, Siblings JC & WWX, Supportive JYL, Protective NHS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comic Book Science) Jiang Yanli herself asks that her betrothal with Jin Zixuan be dissolved due to his poor treatment of her in chapter 39

🔒The Straightest Path by meyari (T, 30k, WangXian, NieLan, MingLi, ChengSang, war and death, Grief/Mourning, Politics, plotting for neuroatypicals, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Non-Canon Relationship, No Yīn Iron, Sect Leader LWJ) it is Wangxian but it’s Yanli and NMJ in the background

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing)

Warm in the Sun by 50artists (M, 28k, QingLi, Background WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Torture, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Canon-Typical Violence)

🔒 as you wish by varnes (T, 12k, WangXian, Princess Bride AU)

the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, wangxian, qingli, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, slightly dark!JYL, wq lives because i said so, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, manipulative relationship (background xiyao))

Masked Vigilante Yiling Laozu Series by nonplussed (M, 21k, WangXian, QingLi, Canon Divergence, Secret Identity, Character Study, Minor WangXian, Badass Dr WQ, JYL secret BAMF, Canonical Character Death of a canonical asshole don't worry, Fix-It, Happy Ending, Strong Female Characters, Epistolary, sorta epistolary)

💖 Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, JYL/ZZL, wangxian, hurt/Comfort, amputation, major character injury, sibling love, angst w happy ending, cooking as cultivation, attempted rape/non-con, sexual assault, minor character death, family angst, dysfunctional family, protective siblings, near drowning, amnesia)

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2. I'm looking for any fics where Lan Sizhui and Jinyi are the biological twins of Wangxian please! :) <3

All The Years Lost by UseMyMuse (T, 26k, WangXian, Teen Pregnancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Single Parent AU, Forced misunderstandings, Forced miscommunication, Mpreg)

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3. Hiya! Looking for any fics with WWX taking care of baby dragon A-Yuan! Thank you!

🔒 A different kind of bun in the oven by jiejieaini (E, 13k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, LQR & LWJ, JYL & WWX, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Dragon LWJ/Fox WWX, Animal Traits, Child Abandonment, First Kiss, First Time, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Dragon LSZ, Art Embedded, Dragon hatchling, Baker WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Mpreg)

🔒 tokens by sassybluee (Not Rated, 5k, WangXian, Fantasy, Dragon LWJ, Gift Giving, Flirting, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Pining)

A Fox Demon Fathered My Children by bonbonsbunnies (Not Rated, 26k, WangXian, Fox Demon WWX, Dragon LWJ,  Eggpreg, Mpreg, Some angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced  Fertility Issues, Implied/Referenced Unsafe Pregnancy, Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Outdoor sex (almost) but Wangxian get cockblocked by the Wens, Anal Fingering, brief thigh fucking, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Implied/Referenced Cheating (not real), unrealistic depiction of having kids, Eventual Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fear of Abandonment) there are multiple baby dragons not yuan but it's so cuuuuute🥹

The tale of the fox and the dragon egg by SunnyBeeDream (E, 318k, WangXian, Fox WWX, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Phoenix WQ, Dragon LWJ, Dragon LXC, Eventual Smut, Romance, Slow Burn, Fantasy, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, mentions of grief, Canon JC)

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4. Hello! For itmf fics that either WY or LZ doesnt know their in a relationship with the other? @lunamooonn

without your new eyes by anaphoricae (E, 66k, WangXian, Modern, Didn’t Know They Were Dating, Sexuality Discovery, Self-Discovery, Literal Sleeping Together, (there is so much sleeping in this fic), mentions of WWX/others and LWJ/others, Drunk LWJ, Teacher LWJ, WWX is a… throws dart… computer scientist, No Angst, Jealous WWX, Flirty WWX, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, WWX’s Love Language is Physical Touch, [Podfic] without your new eyes by anaphoricae by LadyEn)

so hot you’re hurting my feelings by isabilightwood (E, 40k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, Modern, Oblivious LWJ, Didn’t Know They Were Dating, no moms were harmed in the making of this fic, mama lan took LQR in the divorce, LWJ Has Friends, all wwx characterization decisions were made to make lwj pine harder for his own boyfriend, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Halloween, WWX’s birthday, Sub LWJ, Light Dom/sub, Spanking)

By 30 by x_los (T, wangxian, Modern, Accidental Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Didn’t Know They Were Dating, Mutual Pining, Fuck Trees)

Happy One Year by quick_cat_tl (G, 4k, WangXian, Oblivious WWX, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Fluff)

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5. Hi!! Itmf some wangxian fics where they are a) Childhood friends and b) online friends (or boyfriends!!)

5A)

Talisman by Witch_Nova221 (M, 192k, WangXian, Modern AU, Eventual Romance, Theatre, Rock Band, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Spousal Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Stalking, Minor Character Death, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)

🔒 Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (T, 69k, WangXian, Kid Fic, Child LWJ, Child WWX, First Meetings, Canon Divergence, Cute Kids, Orphan WWX, Autism Spectrum, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV LWJ, Growing Up Together, WWX raised at Cloud Recesses, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Puberty, Growing Up, Coming Out, teenage angst, Wet Dream, Pining, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Brief mentions/moments of WWX kissing others in chapter 22 but only on the cheek, also characters kiss WWX on the cheek in chapter 23, but his real first kiss is with LWJ)

soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian, alternate universe, childhood friends, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, wedding fluff)

definitions of home by sasamelons (G, 5k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, Modern, Childhood Friends, Growing Up, Diaspora, Parent-Child Relationship, Sibling Bonding, Chinese New Year, Chinese Food, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Family Fluff, Family Feels)

drag my teeth across your chest by anaphoricae (E, 59k, WangXian, Modern, Soulmates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Childhood Friends, Hurt/Comfort, POV WWX, Friends to Lovers, Porn with Feelings, Mutual Pining, Porn, endgame wangxian, actually wangxian all the way there are no other ships, Mentions of WWX/Others, briefly, Sensorial Soulmates, First Kiss, First Time, Fluff and Smut, This is gonna hurt a little but I promise it'll be okay, (there is some drug use in this but it's a fictional medicine I created), (not ilicit or hallucinogenic at all), Best Friends, Growing Up Together, Weddings, Minor Injuries, Switch WangXian, Pining while fucking, Violinist LWJ, [PODFIC] drag my teeth across your chest by ana_cp by mulberry_graceful)

get bolder by plonk (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers)

🔒 Lessons in Belonging by Nyatci (M, 12k, wangxian, Modern, Childhood Friends to Lovers, POV LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canonical Child Abuse, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobia, Good Uncle LQR, background 3zun, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Assumed Asexuality, but it’s just an assumption, some mild non-overly-explicit smut, LWJ really wants to put a ring on it, so he does, Domestic Fluff, wangxian adopt a-yuan, 5+1 Things, softer than how the tags make it sound)

silence like a cancer grows by sarahyyy (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern, Childhood Friends, Misunderstandings, Love Confessions, Getting Together, reunited)

when we’re full of stories to be told by fakeplasticlily (M, 45k, WangXian, Modern, Journalist WWX, Writer LWJ, Kid Fic, Fluff and Angst, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining, Mild Smut)

your heartbeat, across the grass by fakeplasticlily (E, 44k, WangXian, Modern, Football, footballer LWJ, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Oblivious WWX, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, liberal use of romcom tropes, Childhood Friends, Kid Fic, this is not American football btw it’s what you guys call soccer)

5B)

Ticket to Ride by mistresscurvy (E, 18k, wangxian, Modern, Online Dating, Road Trips, Service Top, Phone Sex, Dick Pics, Wedding Banquet)

🔒 First Kiss by RohanBerry (G, 10k, WangXian, First Kiss, First Dates, Meet-Cute, Online Dating, Touch-Starved LWJ, Insecure LWJ, Confident WWX, Modern AU)

My mom says I can marry whoever I want, and I want to marry this random guy I met on tumblr by Admiranda, miixz (T, 45k, WangXian, WN/OFC, MM/MM’s Husband, Modern AU, Social Media, Chatting & Messaging, Texting, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Fluff, Female WN, Internet Fights, Implied Reincarnation, modern au with cultivation, not the jc friendliest because of our fandom opinions but he’s not really here)

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6. Hi mods, thank you for all you do!! I've asked this before but it's been a few months, so trying again to see if anyone has magically come up with any:

inmf: A) Fics were we get to see Wei Wuxian pretending to be crazy, like during his Mo Xyanyu era. I love his little antics and would love to see more if you know any.

B) Alternatively, if you don't have any, I will take general Wei Wuxian antics of the mistaken identity or lying sort. Thanks mods!! @notearsfalling

6A)

“Mo Xuanyu’s” antics aren’t described in great detail in these, but they are described in:

💖 do not envy the roots that hold you down by eccentrick for rianitida (T, 12k, WangXian, Reincarnation, WQ is a Lan, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

💖 Mo Money, Mo Problems by x_los (M, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Confessions)

🔒Response by Aki_no_hikari (G, 12k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Feels, Love Confessions) the 2nd chapter

The Best I Can by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 26k, LJY & WWX, wangxian, WWX talking to his donkey, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Drama, Recovery, Coming of Age, Secret Identity Fail, Friendship, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, Road Trips, POV Multiple, Happy Ending) chapter 2

❤️ The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation) chapter 2

6B)

things we’re all too young to know by someitems (T, 11k, WangXian, Misunderstandings, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Mistaken Identity, Found Family)

🧡The Emperor’s Portrait by catbrainedschemes (E, 32k, WangXian, Historical, Ancient China, Historically Inaccurate, Meet-Cute, Mistaken Identity, Age Difference, Sexual Tension, Happy Ending, Fluff, Emperor!LWJ, artist!wwx, Misunderstandings, Hand Kink, Strength Kink, Smut, gege kinkl, ots of staring, Dirty Talk, Canon-Typical Bondage)

A Flower in Bloom (or Wei Wuxian Crashes a Party) by UmbrellaMartialGod (E, 30k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Crossdressing, Humor, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Festivals, Dancer WWX, Insecurity, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, mild possessive behavior)

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7. Hello everyone!! I’m really itmf something similar to this post

Not sure if that work or not-

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8. Wangxian teen mpreg @ja8eiyd

🔒 Choices/you can live with/ by Nyatci (E, 76k, WangXian, Jiang Family & WWX, WWX & YZY, Underage, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Intersex Omegas, Nonbinary NHS, High School, Teen Pregnancy, Mildly Dubious Consent, Non-Explicit Sex, Miscommunication, Discussion of Abortion, Character considers having an abortion but changes their mind, Good Parent YZY, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mpreg, Underage Drinking, Slow Burn, POV Alternating, classmates to co-parents to lovers trope, Bullying, Explicit Sexual Content, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, kinks are mild, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, with art)

All The Years Lost by UseMyMuse (T, 26k, WangXian, Teen Pregnancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Single Parent AU, Forced misunderstandings, Forced miscommunication, Mpreg)

Take Responsibility by draechaeli (E, 187k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mainly Novel with a few CQL and Donghua bits, Everybody Lives, Original Children Characters, Adoption, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Mpreg, Teen Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Consensual Non-Consent, Light Bondage, Pregnant Sex, easy to skip nsfw chapters, Fix-It, Happy Ending)

The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani (M, 46k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, Old Friends, One Night Stands, No Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forgiveness, Second Chances, Inspired by Mamma Mia! (Movies) Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, mention of miscarriage, Birth Trauma, amniotic fluid embolism)

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9. Are there fics where Wangxian (or just Wwx) raise JL?

To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note) Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng raised Jin Ling together

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10. For the next imtf: any fics where WWX gets the same treatment as "Madam Lan"? Can Be either he *is* Madam Lan from the previous gen, and is still alive, or post war! Thanks!

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11. For the next imtf: ik there are a lot of "someone else summons wwx", but I'm having trouble finding them. All I've read so far is where JGY's wife does so. So I'd love some recs!

Five People Who Never Summoned Wei Wuxian by EHyde (G, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, 5+1 Things, Angst, [Podfic] Five People Who Never Summoned Wei Wuxian by sisi_rambles)

Undeath of a Salesman by Mikkeneko (T, 74k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JYL & WWX, WWX & WQ, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, Different summon sacrifice AU, JGY summon sacrifice AU, this is about as sympathetic to JGY as I ever get, this is not an Everybody Lives AU, but did turn out to be a Female Characters Live AU, WWX Needs a Goddamn Drink, WWX's memory is shit, IT'S THE TRAUMA, Warning: JGS, JGS being simply the worst version of himself, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Yunmeng Siblings Feels)

We also have a comp with a few fics you might enjoy 😊

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12. ITMF: Where WWX introduce little wen yuan to JYL. It could be as his son/student/anything. Its okay if it only mentioned as flashback or just a few sentence. Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

🔒 the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 110k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming NHS, Disabled Character, Life Debt)

we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club) chapter 16

The Core Issue by Hauntcats (T, 21k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly)

Something Warm and Safe by Winxhelina (T, 13k, wangxian, JYL & WWX, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Warm, Friendship/Love, Love, much softer than it seems, Not Everyone Dies AU, Canon Divergence) chapter 3

Just as the Snow Meltsby draechaeli (T, 66k, WangXian, Everybody Lives, Canon Divergence, Mojo’s bookmark) chapter 3

🔒 Sick Bed Reserved In Gusu Lan by scifigeek14 (T, 14k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Sick fic, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It)

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts, [Podfic of] The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by exmanhater) chapter 4

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 112k, Wangxian, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Angst with a happy ending, Everyone lives, Hurt/Comfort) chapter 18

❤️ And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 138k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together, And Time is But a Paper Moon [PODFIC] by sami, Winterstar1412, [Podfic] Cold read of And Time Is But A Paper Moon by kisahawklin, multiple translations available)

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13. can you find fanfics where they wei wuxian intelligence and genius ness in cultivation and politics . @ssggg12345

🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 363k, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)

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14. itmf - any sect/political intrigue focused fics. i’m a big fan of palace intrigue so anything with vibes similar would be awesome

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15. Itmf bodyswap au. I love the trope and I have seen only a few fics where the characters swapped their bodies. It's such pity and I hope there is more. In world of cultivation, talismans and magic it's basicaly given that something like that could happen:-)) And not only between main (romantic) couple like Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian (although I would love to read these too). I wonder if there is some 'unusual' bodyswap like maybe Lan Zhan and Xue Yang, Nie Mingjue and Lan Qiren etc. I don't really care who or what. Just please no modern au. It can be one shot or long fic.

Lan Qiren's Worst Day by bluesloth (G, 13k, LWJ & WWX, LQR & WWX, Bodyswap, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Humor)

Swapped by JiangChengLotus (T, 2k, WangXian, XiCheng, Bodyswap, Crack, Chaos, Humor, Mistaken Identity, LWJ is tired and petty, JC is living his worst nightmare, WWX is having the time of his life, LXC is amused, Bickering)

Two Sides of the Same Coin by JiangChengLotus (T, 4k, XiCheng, WangXian, Bodyswap, Humor, Fluff, Bonding, Chaos, Developing Friendships, Misunderstandings)

Burying the Hatchet by pearliegrimm (T, 9k, WangXian, Body Swap, Comedy, Post-Canon, Brother-in-law (Derogatory), Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Family Bonding)

🔒 even across a thousand miles by merryofsoul (T, 10k, WangXian, HuaLian, Bodyswap, Post-Canon, Light Angst, Crossover, POV Alternating)

Out with the new, in with the old by XxRainbowHeartxX (T, 12k, WangXian, XiCheng, Curses, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Bodyswap, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt WWX, Sad WWX, Family Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Memories, POV WWX, Unreliable Narrator, Light Angst)

come home to my heart by occultings (microcomets) (M, 29k, WangXian, Bodyswap, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, lwj is a service top fight me, Misunderstandings, and a little bit of hurt/comfort as a treat)

The Old Switcheroo by thunderwear (E, 25k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No war, Wens never attacked, Humor, Shenanigans, Bodyswap, idiots to lovers, Curses, Fluff, No Angst in this one, Mutual Pining, flustered lxc, There Was Only One Bed)

🔒 where the sky begins by Shializaro (Not Rated, 17k, WangXian, Bodyswap, Blood and Violence, Body Dysphoria, Dissociation, the mess that is getting dumped in a new body and having your old body destroyed, Rape/Non-con Elements, Crack Treated Seriously)

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16. Hello, ITMF fics where WWX is put in some kind of solitary confinement? Kind of in the vein of that one where he's confined to his room at the Unclean Realm and JGY tells him not to bother his better (I can't remember the title of that one right now). Thanks so much! @dreamsfullofdragons

Always walked a very thin line by tucuxi (T, 22k, NHS & WWX, JYL & WWX, WangXian, Depression, Anxiety Attacks, Anxiety, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives, except JZn and JGS, Self-Worth Issues, Slow Burn, Oblivious WWX, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Yin Iron, Baxia Saber, baxia as mental health barometer yikes, Pining, everyone is morally grey)

❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic, Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YLLZ WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut)

to porcelain, to ivory, to steel by sunsandships (E, 27k, WangXian, XiYao (past), Alternate Universe, Vaguely Game of Thrones Inspired, Arranged Marriage, top! WWX, top!LWJ, Dubious Consent, Intercrural Sex, Oral Sex, Breathplay) This has WWX confined at the end.

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17. hi, do you know any Wangxian fanfics in Chinese? any really good ones or well-known ones? or ones with pregnant wwx? please and thank you!! 🙏🏽💖

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[cluelessatthispoint]

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but can I get wife reader going to find her husband Dell at the slaughter house after he’s been missing. She runs into Zed and she immediately embraces him thinking he’s Dell. He goes along with it and has sex with her. She only realises somethings wrong when Maynard walks in after the fact.

Please and thank you ☺️

You are such a good writer and I would appreciate it so much, but also no pressure if you decide not to. Xox

No worries anon. And I apologize for the wait.

Mistaken Identity

Zed Conagher x wife reader

Warning: smut, mistaken identity. Emesis Blue creepy shenanigans.

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The sun was beginning to sink behind the hills as you pulled up to the rusted gates of the Conagher Slaughterhouse. The old building loomed above like the shriveled arm of a too shallowly dug corpse. It's been ten days. Ten long, grueling days without word of Dell. Anxiety and fear were constant companions each night as the sun gave way to the night sky. The darkness of the quint town house you both built together felt wrong. It was made for two in mind, not one. Not one half of a whole. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you blink them away rapidly-almost as if they were never there. Your hands tremble as you clutch the steering wheel. Your wedding band pressing into your delicate skin. It had been ten days. Ten days of unanswered calls of blank-eyed neighbors muttering “probably just left” But Dell wouldn't do that. Not without telling you.

The crunching of gravel assaulted your ears as the car rolled slowly forward, the sounds like bones cracking and popping under the weight like a morbid chorus, tightened like a boa constrictor in the pit of your stomach. The Conagher Slaughterhouse stood like an old war wound—cracked, abandoned, and somehow still breathing. Ugly against the sky as if an afront to god himself. Its windows, now shattered and hollow, stared out like sunken eyes.

This was the last place Dell would have wanted you to be. And you knew it.

"Remember Darlin, If anything happens. Just stay in place." His honeyed drawl would whisper lovingly into your ear as you both enjoyed the warmth of the summer night.

"Dell, I'd help you no matter what. I'm your wife."

His warm chuckle and the weight of his thick chest against you back quieted you as he nuzzled his nose into the top of your head.

"Don't go lookin for me sugar. Dont be callin the cops, just..continue bein your sweet lil self."

The memory stung like a hot knife from a forge being thrust and twisted into your gut. You knew your husband wasn't a good man. You knew he got his hands dirty, but with what was better left unsaid. So, going to the police for help was easily ruled out. And ten days alone..Dell always left little post-it notes around the house. The little messages either conveyed his love in messy chicken scratch or left and estimated day of his return...But it's been ten days since he was supposed to be home. Something just didn't feel right.

You pulled the car into a small dirt patch just outside the entrance to the derelict looking slaughterhouse. Killing the engine, the abrupt silence trills loudly in your ears. The hum of the wind in the distance sounds like screaming. With a soft snarl, you pushed the heavy car door open. The smell of the damp air and petrichor of the soil welcomed you as you all but flung yourself from the vehicle's confines.

Treading forwards tentatively, the sound of gravel underfoot soon gives way to the sound of heels on the concrete.

Dell had loved this town. Loved the quiet mornings with the sun rising over the hills, the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the way the river would glisten like liquid silver in the afternoon. It had been a simple life, but it had been yours—together. It hadn’t always been easy, of course, but the small joys, the shared silences, the simple fact of knowing that he was there beside you—these were the things that kept you going.

He loved you more than anything. Love you so much that he left some of his family just to be with you. Never once did he mention his life, where he grew up of what schools he went to. But just by looking at him from the moment you both first met you could tell the man was more than just smart.

The air stank of rot, not the sweet, earthy smell of decay, but something sharper, more metallic. Scrunching up your nose in disgust, you are forced to squint your eyes to try and peer through the darkness.

There, lying in the middle of the hallway was a pool of dark, viscous liquid. It glinted in the low light—too dark to be water, too rich to be anything else. 'Blood' your mind whispered. Your stomach twisted.

Then, the creak of the floorboards behind you made your heart skip a beat.

You spun around, every muscle in your body tensed, ready for a confrontation, the autonomic nervous system of your body going into overdrive as you search the darkness with your eyes desperately. But there was nothing. No one. Just the quiet darkness, and the sense that something—no... Someone—was watching you.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

swallowing the heavy lump in your throat you croak out a soft bleat. Forcing your voice to break the cumbersome silence. “Dell? Is that you?” The words felt weak, whispered to the point of a squeak. As fragile as they might shatter the moment, they left your lips.

No answer.

The silence that followed was thick and heavy, pressing down on you, smothering you. You wanted to scream, to demand an answer, but your throat was tight with the weight of your own fear.

"Dell?!"

The shadows of the slaughterhouse stretched long and distorted, as if the very building was bending to watch you. The silence was oppressive, pressing in on all sides. Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind, seemed amplified, as though it were part of some cruel orchestration designed to keep you on edge.

"Dell?! Please?! Where are you?"

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag, knuckles white against the fabric, as you slowly made your way through the hall. Gingerly stepping over the puddle of what you want to think is water, you can't help but clutch the shawl around your shoulders tighter for warmth. With each step the hairs on your arms stand up straight, goosebumps form without a second's notice. 'Just cold' you think to yourself even though you feel as though they could feel an unholy presence you had started to sense in every corner of the pitch black.

A low, rasping sound echoed from behind you—a dragging noise, like something heavy being pulled across the ground. You spun around again, your breath quick and shallow, but again there was nothing.

Without warning, a pair of large warm hands grab you and hold you steady. A startled screech of bloody murder never leaves your lips as one palm is placed firmly over your mouth, and the other around your middle. Blanking out of terror, your body freezes in place. Your mind going numb as you can barely register being dragged and manhandled to another location.

The person dragging you stops, and for a moment, there's nothing but the sound of your own harsh breathing, mingling with the distant wind. The overwhelming silence presses in, and you're acutely aware of how alone you are, trapped in this nightmare. Slowly, painfully, the pressure on your mouth loosens, though the grip around your waist remains. You feel like you could break into a thousand pieces, but a voice—familiar, low, comforting—whispers from behind you.

"Shhh... Don't fight it. You’re safe now."

That voice.

It’s his. Your heart stutters. Dell?

You whip around, nearly losing your balance as the sudden motion threatens to tip you over. Your eyes meet the shadowed face of the man behind you, the face of the man you thought you'd lost.

But it's not quite the face you remember. His features are darker, his expression harder. The eyes that once held love, tenderness, are now cold, calculating. A glint of something—fear, or maybe something worse—flickers behind them.

"Dell?" The word escapes you like a prayer. It's more of a whisper, thick with disbelief.

"Dell?" The word trembled in the air between you, a fragile thread that could snap at any moment.

He didn't answer immediately. His grip on you tightened, his fingers pressing into your ribs in a way that felt wrong, like he was trying to keep you in place, to stop you from moving. The weight of his touch was heavy, like it carried more than just his strength. There was something unfamiliar about him now, something that made your skin crawl, even though the voice was undeniably his.

He didn’t speak right away. His gaze drifted over you, his eyes flickering with something unreadable as he took you in—examining you like you were a thing to be inspected, not a person to be cherished. The man who had held you close in the dark, whispered sweet words of love in your ear, was gone. In his place stood a stranger.

"I—I thought you were dead," you stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush, desperate, like you were trying to hold onto the fragile thread of sanity that was slipping away from you.

Dell didn’t respond. His lips pressed into a thin line, as if the words he wanted to say were being kept behind a locked door. He studied you for a long moment before letting go of you entirely, his hands retreating from your skin with an unnatural slowness, like he didn’t want to let you go.

"Why... why didn’t you come back?" Your voice cracked, barely a whisper now. The air was thick with tension, the silence between you suffocating, and the weight of his unreadable stare was unbearable.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he were searching for the right words. "You shouldn't have come here," he muttered. The words felt heavy, thick with something you couldn’t quite place. Blinding white hot anger surged within your very soul, without thinking. Your arms find their way to Dell's lapels, and before you know it familiar feeling lips crash against your own. Whining into the kiss, you hike your right leg up to hook behind one of his own, the modest dress you have on rises up to rest on the meat of your upper thigh as you try to meld with the man you've spent so long missing.

Your kiss is hungry, needy, and longing. As if you're conveying all the emotions, you've tucked away for your own sake. But his lips against your feel ravenous. Sparks of pleasure ignite on your lips as stubble scratches the delicate skin around your mouth. The smell of grease, oil and his sweat fills your nostrils. The way he snakes his hands round to play with the flesh of your ass through your clothes has you whimpering.

"mnah- Dell, fu- you know I-inngh don't like you grabbin so har-d."

His grip loosened just enough for your breath to return, but not enough to forget how tightly he’d held you—how easily he could do it again. He pulled back from the kiss, breath hot against your lips, his eyes flickering with that same strange hunger you couldn’t place. For a heartbeat, there was your Dell. Your husband. But it vanished behind something feral. Something darker.

"I missed you,” he murmured, almost tender. “Missed you so bad I damn near lost my mind.”

Leading you by the hand like a knight in shinning armor. Dell walks you to a larger room. The walls bare safe for a large viewing window, and a map covering the farthest wall. furrowing your brows as your eyes adjust to the light, you could have sworn Dell didn't have a jacket like the one he's wearing. But all thought leaves your mind as he sets you up on the desk like a meal ready to be devoured.

Dell’s breath catches as your body presses against his, and for a heartbeat, everything falls silent. It’s just the two of you—his warmth surrounding you, his scent grounding you in this moment that feels like a dream. His lips brush softly over yours, hesitant at first, as if he’s afraid to rush this. But it’s impossible to hold back the flood of emotions that surge between you. The kiss deepens, slow and gentle, a quiet exploration of the love you’ve both held in your hearts for all this time.

You pull him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist as he swiftly pushes aside the fabric of your dampened panties.

“mmm, so sweet for me.” he murmurs between kisses, his voice thick with emotion, rough with the weight of everything he’s been holding back.

You meet his gaze, your own heart racing with the intensity of the moment. Without a word, you close the distance between you again, your lips pressing to his with more urgency this time. It’s slow at first—tentative—but the yearning between you both is undeniable, and soon the kiss deepens, growing more heated, more desperate, as though this moment, this connection, can never be enough. His lips trail along your jawline, down your neck, leaving blossoms of reds and purples.

Dell’s hand moves to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your silky hair as he deepens the kiss. His touch is possessive but gentle, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re real, that you’re really here. That you're here for HIM.

His lips leave yours reluctantly, trailing down your neck, across your collarbone, each kiss more urgent than the last. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, the way his mouth moves with a purpose, a hunger. The thought makes your core tighten and clench with need.

When his lips reach the sensitive spot just below your ear you shiver, and Dell smirks, his teeth grazing the spot just enough to send a His hand moves down, resting gently on the small of your back, pulling you even closer, until you can feel the impressively hard outline of him against your slick folds.

You’re overwhelmed by the sensation of him—his body against yours, the fabric of his overalls getting stained with your juices with each small jut of his hips. The pressure of his touch, the need in his every movement. Your hands slide up to his shoulders, tugging at the hem of his shirt, urging him to get closer, to feel more of him. He hesitates for just a moment, then pulls his shirt over his head with a single, fluid motion. You let out a shaky breath as you take in the sight of him, the strong, familiar lines of his body that you’ve missed more than you can say.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice rough, filled with awe and desire. His eyes trace over you, his gaze heated, intense, as if he can’t quite believe you’re really here.

You smile softly, reaching for his hands, guiding them to your own body, showing him where you need him, where you want him. He follows your lead eagerly, his touch reverent, as if he’s afraid of breaking you. But you need him to touch you, to hold you, to pull you into him with the same hunger that you feel in your chest.

His lips find yours again, and this time the kiss is raw, all of the pent-up longing between you finally coming to a head. You’re both desperate, your bodies pressed so tightly together that it feels like you’re two halves of the same whole. His hands move with purpose, and you respond in kind, every touch, every caress a hidden language all its own.

You feel the pulse of desire in every inch of your body as his fingers trail up your spine, brushing against your skin, igniting a fire that only he can fuel. You pull him closer, if that’s even possible, your hands slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, feeling the heavy heat of him, and the undeniable evidence of his own throbbing need.

The kiss breaks, and Dell’s breath is hot against your ear as he murmurs, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve needed you.” His voice cracks slightly, raw with the emotion he’s trying to hide. You tilt your head back, offering him your neck, your body—everything.

“I’m here,” you breathe, your voice shaky, “I’m right here, Dell.”

The air is thick, heavy with the scent of anticipation. It clings to everything—the warmth of your bodies, the heat of your breaths, the intoxicating pulse of your connection. Without missing a beat Dell grunts as he frees himself from the confines of his overalls and gently teases your already moist opening. Hand too large to be Dell's grabs your knees to force them just a tad wider as he gently splits you apart. Inch by inch, he makes you take him. The stunted gasp that tears its way from your throat makes you grasp his forearms tightly. Looking down, you can see how you're stretching to take him, more so than usual.

"wha-?" Your half formed question gets promptly ignored and instead answered by an experimental thrust of his hips that has you seeing stars. The chuckle the erupts from his lungs sounds mixed with a low, crooning moan as he slides out with a wet squelch, only to slide back in. The heavy slap of his balls against your rear and the feeling of being way too full knocks you back into bliss and alarm.

"Wah-when did youuugh~ get so big?"

You can feel him smirking against your neck as he speeds up. The feeling of your insides being churned like butter has you spiraling into a fast and heavy freefall. The coil within your stomach aches as your gummy walls spasm. Dell's name leaves your lips like a heavenly prayer as the sounds of flesh on flesh fill the room. In the throes of ecstasy, you don't register the sound of 'Dell' speaking as the sound of heavy bootsteps saunter closer.

"D-Dell!~ ohh fu-huuck~"

Convulsing as you ride out your high and soak your 'husband' in your fluids. You feel a handkerchief being pressed to your temples. Taking it without a second thought. You dap away at your sweat soaked skin as Dell remains seated inside you. Panting softly, you open your teary eyes. Blinking in shock, you say nothing as your blurry vision gradually grows clearer. Gasping in shock you squeak as 'Dell' makes a small, slow grind against you. A southern drawl so similar to Dell's fills your ears as he smiles sickeningly sweet down at you.

"Howdy sugar, seems you're 'well acquainted' with Zed."

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Sorry for the rushed ending. But I've had to rewrite this twice as I lost my first draft due to poor internet. :(

[brucewaynehater101]

Janet soon to be Drake, during her bachelorette party, tripped through a time portal, as one sometimes does in Gotham, and lands at another party. She's just buzzed enough not to realize she's not in the right time period, especially since Fashion in Gotham leans towards the vintage anyway and masquerade and fancy dress parties are very popular anytime of the year except Halloween.

Janet meets a very charming man and has one last fling. Janet ends up returning to her own time while she's puking in the bushes, not that she was ever aware that she ever left her normal time.

Janet gives birth a shockingly short time after the wedding. Jack gets many elbows and pats on the back while Janet gets many side eye looks because double standards.

Neither Jack nor Janet ever have any reason to think that their new baby is the product of anyone but themselves.

Fast forward about eighteen years and an investigation reveals that Tim Drake is the son of one Patrick Wayne aka the father of Thomas Wayne aka Bruce Wayne's grandfather.

Tim is Bruce's uncle thanks to time shenanigans.

This is absolutely hilarious!

Jason, as a joke, starts referring to Tim exclusively as "Uncle Timmy." To Tim's horror, this catches on with the rest of the batkids.

Now Tim is conflicted cause he absolutely hates the nickname, but even Damian uses it in a teasing yet fond manner.

Duke is the one point out that technically, Tim is older than Bruce. Since Tim was created before Bruce was, this means Tim has seniority. Hell, Tim might be as old as Alfred.

This causes Tim to have several mental breakdowns and identity crises.

This also causes the Batkids to start buying Tim "old people" gifts, such as knitting tools, butterscotch, and medical devices. Some of the compression shit Tim actually uses, but he almost strangles Jason when he gets a LifeAlert device.

[flightfoot]

ML Fanfic Recs for Completed Fics Under 4000 Words

Hope everyone likes my selection here! I've got 21 fics for your perusal, mostly either humor or angst fics. When it comes to shorter wordcounts, those are the two genres that tend to make the greatest impact for me. Humor especially seems to thrive in short-form fics, I rarely see it in longer ones - if it appears in longer fics, it's usually in rom-com form.

I've tagged every author that I knew the tumblr username of. Feel free to tag the author if I didn't manage to get them!

All of these fics will be in my Keyseeker's Choices For Best Completed Miraculous Fics Of 2024 Collection, and if you like that, please consider checking out my other collections, Keyseeker's Choices For Best Completed Miraculous Fics Of 2023, Keyseeker's Choices For Best Completed Miraculous Fics Of 2022, and Keyseeker's Choices For Best Completed Miraculous Fics - Misc. Years.

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The Challenges of Changing Your Life by Shortdreamer

In the days following their return to their own universe Marinette was faced with several new challenges. But the most intimidating challenge that Marinette faced was getting to know her “new” partner.

Great ML Paris Special fic here! I love Marinette changing how she interacts with the people in her life in order to try to forge relationships, and hopefully, maybe even gain some semblance of the life her counterpart has.

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The Magical Rainbow Flying Caticorn by CrochetJellybean

Kagami is just trying to have a fun day with Marinette when Felix keeps messaging her. Apparently Adrien stole the peacock miraculous and won't give it back.

So this is a fun little fic. Felix is very annoyed at having lost his Miraculous, but hey, at least the kwamis are amused with the situation! There might as well be some sort of upside to being a Senti XD.

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The Self I Should Be (The Self I Could Be) by @pisoprano

Adrien realizes he has some feelings for Loveybug. Loveybug realizes that Adrien still misses Ladybug.

I love how this fic explores "private selves" and "public selves" for both Adrien and Marinette, lets them both relax a bit and decide what kind of dynamic they want to have. It's excellent!

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never been in love by @bittersweetresilience

Félix wonders if he has a heart. If he does, it doesn't beat like that.

I love this look at aromantic!Felix, him wrestling with his feelings (or lack of them) as he struggles to come to terms with them, especially since part of his father's abuse involved Colt telling him he could never love.

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Always Trending! by @candlemouse

Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube argue over the Parisian superheroes’ relationship and identities. Things heat up even more when interviews from the Ladyblogger, Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste, and Ladybug release!

This is a fun little glimpse into social media within Miraculous's world, especially with the speculation over secret identities. People keep on putting forward Adrien Agreste as possibly being Ladybug or Chat Noir, even though he's too busy to possibly be a superhero XD

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Paper Masks by @jheqiawrites

“How do you feel about causing a little mischief?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I beg your pardon?” Loveybug swatted him playfully on the shoulder. “You know, trouble, pranks, clownery, buffoonery, silliness, a lark, a jest, sheer jiggery-pokery!” “That depends on what kind of shenanigans you had in mind.” She giggled, eyes wide and bright with appreciation. “ Ooh, that’s a good one! I should write that down sometime. But, as for your question…” She pulled her yoyo out and flicked it open, spilling white light over their feet. “It wasn’t so much a question as a statement of concern,” Catwalker said, but forgot immediately what else he had been going to say when he saw Loveybug pull roll after roll of toilet paper out of the white field. All he could do was stare as she continued to pull out rolls until she had made a small pyramid on the floor next to them. “Excuse me if I sound rude, but what on earth are you going to do with those?” The smile she gave him was pure puckishness. She waved at the bright figure of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. “My lord, have you ever TPied a national monument?”

Loveybug AU fic here! (obviously). I loved the absurdity of these two trying to TP... well, I won't spoil where they eventually decide deserves the treatment XD. Mostly, though, I love both Loveybug and Cat Walker (but mostly Loveybug) breaking down, breaking out of their new personas, and really getting to talk with each other.

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you could win a rabbit by @purplecatghostposts

Félix raises an eyebrow but obliges. He should probably get on with it before Adrien second guesses himself too hard and tries to take it back. Félix pulls the tissue paper out and squints at what’s inside. It’s— a plushie? He takes it out of the bag to get a better look at it. All of the air is stolen from his lungs the second he does. A rabbit plushie. A white rabbit plushie. (Or for Félix’s next birthday, Adrien teams up with Marinette to make Félix a rabbit plushie, much like the one he had as a kid. Old feelings Félix thought he buried return in full force.)

I loved seeing a potential backstory to the torn stuffed bunny we saw in the play in Representation, and Felix's reaction to getting another rabbit plush was heart-wrenching!

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A Domestic Cold War by @unecoccinellenoire

Félix lives with a murderer. It’s not the first time. Unfortunately his cousin would never ever forgive him if Félix was to take Nathalie Sancoeur off the board.

I like the conversation Nathalie and Felix have here. They don't like each other (or well, Felix doesn't like Nathalie, Nathalie is just ambivalent about him), but they come to an understanding. It's interesting to see Nathalie's viewpoint on life and killing, and hear allusions to the things she was up to before she became Gabriel's secretary.

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the eyes that follow me; the ghost of my errors by NeonLite

There was something wrong with Duusu. More than Felix thinks should be. He didn’t have a frame of reference for Duusu’s behaviours. He doesn’t know what’s normal for the Kwami or how Kwami were supposed to act at all. The information he gathered from the tablet wasn’t much, he learned even less about the Kwamis but… Felix didn’t have a frame of reference for Duusu’s behaviour. But he didn’t think the Kwami of Emotion should look so empty.

I love how this fic acknowledges how Felix doomed the rest of the kwamis to staying with Gabriel, and how unhappy Duusu would be about that. Which Felix understands, but he was also desperate, and right now he can't stay transformed for long or keep any sentis he makes alive, which just... you can feel his desperation and bottled-up guilt. He knows what he did was wrong, but he'd still do it again, in order to feel safe for once in his life.

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see a world so beautiful and strange (spinning off somewhere) by @that-was-anticlimactic

“Why? Why are you suppressing?” “Because I can't tic,” Alya whispered, fingernails digging into the skin on her arm. “I know Tourette’s isn’t exactly uncommon, but it’s part of my identity as Alya Césaire. It can’t be a part of Rena Rouge, too. Someone could figure out who I am and then…” And then she’d have to give up the coolest thing that’s ever happened to her, give up living her dreams. [or, alya suppresses as rena rogue in order to protect her identity, but neither ladybug nor trixx will let her hurt herself like that]

I love how this fic goes into some of Alya's thoughts and insecurities about having Tourette's, how the general public doesn't understand, and then lets her receive comfort and validation afterwards. It's just... really nice.

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i'm worried 'bout the future by @purplecatghostposts

He edges closer to Adrien, lowering his voice to barely a whisper. “If it comes down to it, I’ll distract him while you run and hide the first second you get.” “What?” Adrien blurts, louder than Félix would like. His eyes dart to Argos but thankfully, he doesn’t turn around. Félix shoots Adrien a look to lower his voice and thankfully, his cousin listens. “You think we can’t trust him?” “He has the Peacock Miraculous.” Félix points out. “He’s from the future.” Adrien counters. “And Future Chat Noir trusts him so… Maybe we can trust him too?” (Or Chat Noir and a Peacock Hero from a decade in the future end up in the past and save their past selves. Félix is wary of whoever this ‘Argos’ is.)

I love time travel fics. Felix being really wary of the Peacock hero's deliciously ironic, something that Argos realizes and he doesn't. While Adrien's just happy to see his future self and completely trusts what Chat tells him. I loved how Argos was put out when he realized why his past self is afraid of him and trying to reassure him as best he can without giving away spoilers.

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The Black Cat of the Family by Anonymous

To Felix, Chat Noir is freedom. Pure freedom, unhindered by anything (well, except perhaps a little too much dedication to Ladybug). He goes where he pleases when he pleases. He acts so ridiculous, like no one was ever watching, even when everyone was watching. He chafes at orders and authority, even when the orders are coming from Ladybug herself. He's free to be whoever he wants, in a way Felix only wishes he could be. So of course he starts flirting with the catboy. It also doesn't hurt that the superhero is easy on the eyes. Chat Noir, meanwhile, is simply trying to figure out how to reject his cousin without revealing his own secret identity. But when has anything in his love life ever worked out for him? Or, in other words: Somehow the Fathom-Graham de Vanily-Agreste family becomes even more dysfunctional in brand new ways.

This was fun, I liked the natural way Chat caught Felix's attention with his kindness, wit, and hidden depths. It makes sense why Felix would slowly develop a crush on him, while Chat just thinks that he's having fun with his cousin.

Also Chat's reaction when he realizes that Felix is, in fact, confessing his crush on him, is just priceless XD.

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Handle With Care by @dragonchris

AU where soulmates can feel each other's emotions. But having a soulmate isn't always beautiful and romantic. Sometimes it's messy. Sometimes it hurts. Marc and Nath have to learn what that means for them.

This was cute, I loved seeing how Nathaniel and Marc both thought about their soulmate, and how they cope with the aftermath of Reverser in this AU. Helps that Alix is a platonic soulmate of Nathaniel's here (Nathaniel has two soulmates).

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Draining the Tank by @trinketsinthesun

After a hard day of being Paris's most famous fashion designer and supervillain, Gabriel Agreste wants nothing more than a hot bath. But with the hot water tank always empty, he starts to wonder - why is Adrien taking such long showers?

So this fic is rated M, and it's rated that high because Gabriel comes to suspect that Adrien's long showers are due to him masturbating while he's taking them (no masturbation actually takes place in the fic). Then he notices that Adrien's long showers happen to occur most frequently during akuma attacks and draws his own hilariously wrong conclusions XD.

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Marinette's Temporal Daycare by Choppa01

What do you do if your child is in danger and you have access to time travel? If you're Marinette (A.K.A Ladybug) you send them back in time to your younger self. Bunnix goes back in time to do the drop-off, expecting to surprise a younger Marinette. Instead she is the one who ends up being surprised.

I love the "Adrien and Marinette babysit for their future selves" trope, so this fic was a delight to read! It's ramping the trope up to 11, with multiple different Bunnixes dropping off kids from across timelines, and Marinette having long-since figured out a system to make this work for everyone.

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I Want to Remember by @kiraheartilly36

Adrien wants to remember all the times Gabriel tried to be a good dad.

This fic is less than 200 words, you could fit the entire thing in an AO3 summary if you wanted to, but I found it both sad and hilarious. Some dark humor here.

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The Wifi Trap by @jessecosay

Written for the Miraculous Fanworks Anniversary Prompts 2024 for Teleocrater. Alternative universe. Alya is trapped as Lady WiFi, even after being freed by Ladybug. But, at least she has Marinette on her side.

I love fics where people are trapped as their akumatized selves, so this one was right up my alley from the beginning! I love Alya trying to cope with the prejudice people are displaying towards her for being akumatized, and Marinette helping to defend her. Thankfully, while its unfortunate that she's trapped in Lady Wifi's form, she DOES also have access to her akumatized self's powers, which comes in handy...

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Overload by Verse

The power of creation is not by any mean gentle.

This is a Miraculous side effects fic. Marinette's body will create and create and create, overproducing and causing harm to her unless she finds a way to purge the excess. She got lucky that the particular way her body overproduces is relatively simple to handle and can be harnessed for good purposes. Other Ladybug wielders were not so lucky.

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Not the Ghost by Yellow_Soul

She… wasn't alone. Not anymore. Even when they parted ways, she would still have someone to come back to. A person that would look forward to seeing her.

I loved this fic's take on why Reverse!Marinette and Reverse!Sabine apparently have a bad relationship. It makes sense that if Tom died, Sabine may be unable to cope with it and begin lashing out or distancing herself out of stress and grief. Love the idea of Adrien and Marinette commiserating over their similar circumstances as well.

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LOCAL SUPERVILLAIN IS A PEDO?!? by AlexJX

Gabriel stares at the morning news headlines… And walks straight out of the room. “...Father?”

People start noticing that Hawkmoth keeps akumatizing children and reach certain conclusions. It doesn't help that demanding some kids' "Miraculous" or "magic jewels" could be seen as a euphemism.

Ladybug and Chat Noir do nothing to help the situation.

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Fall From Grace by PlasmusDogmatic

fall from grace verb 1. lose favor or a position of power or honor.

So this story explores a scenario where the Miracuteam is gradually put through darker and more brutal scenarios, becoming darker and more brutal to match, until Parisians are about as afraid of them as the actual villains - and also know that it's partially their own fault, since part of the reason the Miracuteam is more hostile and brutal is because Paris started being harsher and more critical towards them as they struggled more. I found this exploration of their descent really interesting, as the team doesn't turn "evil" at any point, per se, they just get placed in worse and worse circumstances and adapt in some damaging ways.

[paprikadotmp4]

fast forward to christmas dinner by paprikadotmp4

tags: batman, jaytim, fake dating, humor, identity porn, mutual pining, getting together, batfamily shenanigans, tim is not a batfam member, jason is tim's robin, tim knows, jason is a menace, tim is a little shit, trans jason, trans tim, (these will come up later so i'm tagging them now), rating may change from T to E

"Oh my god, I need you to be my boyfriend immediately," Jason blurts out. He hears choking or what might be someone's best imitation of a cat being strangled, but ignores it. He drags his eyes away from the shelves of curated Batman memorabilia to look Tim dead in the eye. "I need you so fucking bad." "W-what?!" Tim says, cheeks tinged pink. It’s like Christmas has come three weeks early. For the first time since coming up with this half-hatched plan, Jason isn't stuck on worrying whether it'll work—he's thinking about how much fun it'll be when the guy he brings home can't stop talking about superheroes. To his superhero family. While his superhero family hides their superhero business right under Tim's non-superhero nose. Jason fucking loves a good comedy.

Well, damn, Jay. It's a good thing Tim does too.

[chil-aglia]

FTNTH & WFI Crossover!

The disaster in twins

Chapter 5

WFI Donnie belongs to @cimmerian1275 (who also beta read this)

We decided, hey, let’s make a crossover with our double mutated versions of Leo and Donnie, because we love some disaster twins' shenanigans!

We also decided to call them Sword and a Sparrow (SAAS)

Sadly, can’t tag it, won’t show up for some reason

Donnie squinted when a bright light was shoved under his snout for the fifth time this morning, grunting at the sudden flashbang and shoving Leo’s arm away along with the phone he was holding.

“Is this what you’re combined with?”

“Scoff, no.” He grumbled, rubbing at the bridge of his snout when he could feel his growing headache getting worse. Did Leo seriously have to use light mode?

“What about this?”

“No.”

“Stop gatekeeping lore, you gotta tell me eventually.” He whined, waving the phone and its search results around in emphasis.

Donnie drew out a deep sigh, wondering if he would be able to smother Leo with the wing he’d taken possession of as an impromptu blanket. Losing a couple of feathers was beginning to seem like the more appealing option. He was far, far too tired for this and he needed sleep, or coffee. When was the last time he even slept? Yesterday?

“Are you really not going to drop this?” He grumbled, not wanting to see what other horribly and scientifically incorrect guesses would be given, if he let Leo keep searching on his own without an answer.

“Yes, you didn't say I couldn't ask what you actually got frankensteined with, so— is it this?” He held his phone up again to show him, thankfully not as close this time. He felt a muscle in his face twitch agitatedly at the latest guess.

“Nardo, did you seriously come to the conclusion of a Triple Stryke, of all things? They're not even real! That's from a cartoon.”

“It has a scorpion tail, and breathes fire!” Leo wiggled his brows at him, like it was a perfectly logical guess.

“That’s not even— Aaarrrgh!” He clawed at the air, imagining strangling something Leo shaped in front of him. “Resigned sigh. FINE, it’s a Manticore. Happy?” He watched as Leo’s jaw dropped to form a big ‘O’, before he snatched his phone back and began excitedly typing in the search bar, claws clicking rapidly on the phone screen.

“Real quick, how do I spell that…? Wait, nevermind I got it.”

Donnie slumped further down into his borrowed chair as he yawned, crossing his arms and finally closing his eyes. Maybe he could take a quick nap while Leo was occupied with his research, and waiting for Mikey to make brunch.

He wasn’t looking forward to facing his alternate family for a second time, he’d avoided any awkward questions from them when he’d carried Leo to the med bay. He wouldn't have many good excuses to occupy himself with, and dodge any eventual questions about his whole current situation.

He wasn’t blind to how nervous Mikey seemed around him, and the way Raph constantly watched his every movement, muscles twitching and looking ready to either grab Leo or defend himself from a sneak attack. His alternate self seemed amicable enough at least, but neither of them had approached each other after Donnie proved his identity.

“Hey how come you got feathered wings? They're supposed to have bat wi—” Leo’s words were cut off with a strangled yelp when Donnie tugged his stolen wing free and slapped him over the face with it, hard.

“Hey! I was using that!” He pouted, mourning the loss of his feathery blanket.

“That’s why.” He retorts.

An awkward cough from the medbay entrance made Donnie pause, just before he was about to give in to the urge to flatten Leo with his wing for a second time.

Splinter stood at the entrance, his eyes staring at his son’s who blinked back at him. He was quiet, seemingly processing the scene in front of him before clearing his throat, “Orange has finished with the food preparations. Get it while it’s hot.” He informs, turning away and walking off, the sound of his feet tapping along the ground slowly faded.

Leo remained seated, biting his lower lip, feeling sick and overwhelmed. He didn’t think he was ready to face his family after the last time he was around them.

Raph was no doubt going to demand answers, meddling with Leo’s mind about being some useless leader. Or maybe he was going to call him a monster again.

Leo shuddered, shaking his head at the very thought of that. He didn’t want to be a monster. That’s not who he is. That’s not who he wants to become.

He debated staying in the med bay, maybe try faking sleepiness and letting Donnie go by himself.

But he couldn’t. Not when he realised it was Mikey who cooked for him. Even after Leo had…

Is he still scared of me?

Leo could still feel how his hand held Mikey down by his throat. How he was so close to severely injuring his baby brother.

And yet, Mikey still made food for him, still cared. Would he be sad if Leo didn’t show up? The last thing Leo didn’t want Mikey to think was that he was hated, giving him the wrong assumption by not seeing him.

He couldn’t do that to him.

Okay, Leo… you're the Face Man. Go out there and just give it your best?

He internally wanted to hit his head against a wall, but instead he softly sighed, looking towards Donnie, “You hungry?” He inquires, as the soft shell huffs begrudgingly and nods.

“I am feeling a little famished.”

The two proceed to get up, with Leo stumbling out of the bed and almost falling over, given how his legs felt numb from resting them for a while he wasn't that surprised. He balanced himself, tail flicking behind him as he and Donnie exit the med bay room, following the delicious scent of food from the kitchen.

When the two reached the kitchen, they noticed everyone sitting around the table, food presented on plates in the middle for everyone to pick off at.

“Whoa… Mikey, you made all this?” Leo perks up, his tail wagging side to side for a moment as he takes a seat at the end of the table.

“O-oh! Yeah, you probably didn’t eat anything when you were gone.” Mikey jumped a little at the attention from Leo, smiling at him even though it looked slightly forced.

“I only had ice cream. And a pizza slice.” Leo chuckled out, reaching out for the food in front of him as Donnie eyed the table. Instinctively he took a seat beside Leo, positioning his wings to be more comfortable as he looked at Splinter.

“Please tell me you have coffee.”

“Of course. Purple! Share your coffee with, uh… other Purple!”

Donnie, the one from this universe rolled his eyes but nonetheless he pressed a button on his tech brace, it blinked for a second before the noise of a drone came flying over.

“You called bros?” Shelldon appears, flying in as he spots the two Donnie’s. “Whoa! What did I miss while I was charging?” He questions, circling the guest that resembled his creator.

“Shelldon, pass the coffee jug over to other me.” Donnie orders, placing the coffee jug on top of Shelldon who nods and carefully flies over.

“Here ya go! Cool wings!” Shelldon commented before he flew around Donnie when he grabbed the coffee jug.

“Shelldon? He looks so… advanced?” He stated in shock at the observation, turning to Donnie who raised his brow at him.

“Well, yeah. Haven’t you made him like this yet?” He ponders, but before he could respond, Leo spoke up.

“Ugh! Boring, let’s dig in and not talk about nerd stuff.” He playfully grins, licking his lips as he decides to grab the syrup, chugging what he can down, blatantly ignoring how Donnie eyed him with a disgusted and judgemental look twisting over his face.

Leo then licked his lips, wiping the syrup off his mouth before grabbing a pancake and biting into it. He failed to notice how Raph observed him, more so looking at his canine teeth as he tapped his finger against the table.

“Actually… Leo. I wanna ask you something.”

“Hm?”

With a heavy and cautious breath. Raph narrowed his eyes in focus. “We were told that you have a voice in your head? What does that mean, exactly? Like someone else is living in there or something?” Raph interrogated, quick to notice how Leo tensed before he then whipped his head towards the winged Donnie.

“Snitch.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know that they didn’t know.”

Leo leaned against his palm, unimpressed. “Isn’t it considered rude to be talking about people behind their backs anyway?” He retorted, as Donnie shrugs his shoulders, sipping straight from the jug instead of pouring himself a cup.

“Leo. Be serious here with me. What’s this voice?” Raph lightly snapped, making Leo huff annoyingly at him, crossing his arms and staring down at his plate.

“It’s nothing.”

“Well it can’t be nothing.”

Leo rolls his eyes, his face clearly showing signs of getting irritated. “Okay, then it’s none of your business.” He sasses, making Raph groan and rub his temple.

“So immature…”

Leo scoffs, lightly gripping at the table, “Oh I’m immature? Sure, yeah, what else am I?” He hissed slightly, ignoring the rising tension as everyone else looked between the two.

“I’m not the one getting worked up over a simple question.” Raph stated as Leo flinched back.

“It’s hard, okay! I don’t want to talk about it.” He raised his voice back, only for Raph to shake his head.

“Don’t want to talk about it? Leo, look at you, you gotta speak to someone.”

“Look at me? I see myself everyday in the mirror. I know what I look like.”

“Do you? Cause all I see is—“

Leo quickly stood up, slamming his fist on the table as it rattled under the pressure, his tail flicking behind him agitatedly, pupils slitted and spines on his shell raised.

“See what, Raph?”

A beat of silence passed through, the two brothers glaring at each other. 

But that was cut through when the other dimensional Donnie spoke up, voice monotone as he eyed Raph with a deadpan expression. “And me? Do you happen to see me the same way?” He asked, making not just Raph but everyone else in the room tense at the question.

Leo widens his eyes, looking down at Donnie. He wasn’t expecting him to ask such a thing. He almost felt bad, seeing the way how his brothers—granted they were from a different universe—acted like this.

Donnie crossed his arms over his plastron, “I’ve been here for only a few hours and I can already see how you guys treat Leo. You're all scared of him. Weary. Like he’s going to attack you.” He pointed out, side eyeing Mikey who instinctively rubbed at his throat.

“…maybe he has already attacked. But I’m sure he had his reasons. It’s not fair for him to be treated like a wild animal. Especially by his own brothers.”

Leo relaxed at his comment. Letting out a slow breath and sat down again, quieter this time. He shifted closer to Donnie, who didn’t push him away. In fact, his tail curled subtly around Leo’s chair leg—a silent gesture of support without physically touching him.

The table was quiet now. The only sounds were forks clinking against plates, and Splinter quietly pouring himself a cup of tea.

No one said anything else.

Leo’s outburst still echoed faintly in the silence he left behind. The table, once buzzing with idle conversation and clattering cutlery, had fallen completely still.

Donnie's tail remained curled protectively around Leo’s chair leg, grounding him. Leo didn’t move, shoulders taut and fists clenched in his lap beneath the table. He didn’t even look at anyone now—just stared down at his half-eaten plate, jaw tight.

Across the table, Mikey had lowered his fork mid-bite. His eyes darted nervously between Leo and Raph, lingering a moment too long on Leo’s sharp canines and the raised spines along his shell. He swallowed hard and tried to smile again, but it trembled.

Raph looked visibly thrown off. He hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected Leo to rise like that—literally and emotionally—or for the other Donnie to turn the whole room against him with a single statement.

“I’m not here to play peacekeeper.” Donnie continued, softer now but still firm. “But I know what it’s like to be changed. To come back… different.”

He glanced at Leo beside him, his voice almost reflective now. Leo’s throat bobbed. His eyes hadn’t left his plate, but something in his posture eased, just slightly, at the validation.

Mikey looked away, guilt on his face. Even his appetite seemed to have vanished.

“…It’s not that we’re scared.” Raph finally muttered, almost under his breath, “We’re—”

“Uncertain?” Donnie finished for him. “Confused? Uneasy? All valid. But what isn’t valid is talking around him. Whispering about him like he can’t hear you. Acting like he's a liability.”

He gave a pointed glance at Mikey again, who shrank a little into his seat.

“And what happens if he is dangerous?” Raph said, more quietly this time, but with that worrying older brother edge in his voice. “What if something happens? You weren’t here when—when he nearly—”

“I wasn’t…” Donnie acknowledged, fiddling with the handle of his coffee jug, “But maybe if someone had just talked to him instead of walking on eggshells, he wouldn’t have had to explode in the first place or leave the lair.”

That hit something hard.

Leo shifted, curling in on himself just a little more. His hands beneath the table unclenched and clenched again, like he was bracing for something—or fighting the urge to speak.

“Look at this. It’s your fault that they’re acting like this.”

Leo tenses, hearing that voice echoing in his head. He recalled the last time she spoke to him. What she had him do. It was sickening.

Sickening. Sickening, sickening, sick—

Leo slapped a hand over his mouth, gagging as he quickly stood up, not bothering to look at anyone as he made a dash to the bathroom, slamming the door close as he collapsed over the toilet seat, spilling out his stomach's contents that burned his throat on the way out.

Why did it have to be him?

Why is it always him?

When the family had heard the door slammed, they waited, and then a beat later, retching could be heard.

The table was frozen again. No one moved.

Donnie, the one that was from Leo’s home dimension, swallowed hard.

“…I’ll go check on him.”

“No.” The winged Donnie said quietly, not budging from his seat. “Let him breathe first.”

They listened.

Outside, the sound of water running and Leo’s muffled sobs slipped through the cracks under the door.

Donnie’s grip on his coffee jug tightened.

He felt useless. How can he help his cursed other dimensional twin? It was clear the family had some sort of issue with his new look and behaviour, and he could understand why in a way that they were acting like that…

It just wasn’t fair.

“Donnie?” Mikey’s voice, quiet and calm, spoke up, catching the winged soft shell by brief surprise as he looked over to him. 

“Um, why is it that you have wings and a tail?”

Donnie blankly stared at him, lifting his hand up and running it down his face, grimacing.

Then a notification from a phone buzzed around the room, as the Donnie from this dimension perked up and checked his device.

“April‘s here. I’ll go meet with her.” He informs, already standing up and leaving as the winged Donnie let out a breath of relief.

“I’ll go check on Leo.” He quickly volunteered, speed walking towards the bathroom.

He wanted to avoid questions directed at him. It made him uncomfortable.

He stared at the bathroom door, knocking on it twice. “Leo? It’s me. Uh, not your Donnie.” He softly called out for him, waiting for a sign that Leo acknowledged him.

Eventually the door opens, Leo standing at the entrance looking tired. Eyes a little red, muscles loose and slack, numb.

Donnie wasn’t good with emotions, but he didn't like seeing Leo of all turtles like this. “Come on, let’s go chill out in your room, yeah?” He offered, instinctively using his wings to block the view of Leo from others as he grabbed his arm gently, guiding him away from the bathroom.

Donnie looked around the new layout of the lair, he wasn’t sure where everything was so he had to rely briefly on Leo to help him find the correct room. Leo silently did, walking sluggishly to his bedroom, which was a train cart.

They enter, closing the door for privacy as Leo groans and slumps down onto his bed, face burying itself into his pillows. Donnie stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing him thoughtfully.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it?”

“…no.”

Yeah, he figured that was the case.

He found some room on Leo’s bed, taking a seat beside him as he tried to make sure his wings didn’t knock over any of the action figures or posters littered around. “April’s here by the way. According to what your Donnie said.”

Leo hums in response, “I’ll say hi later.” He grumbled, reaching his hand out towards Donnie’s wings, finding one and pulling it over him like a blanket.

“My wing isn’t a blanket, Nardo.”

“Don’t care…”

Donnie exhaled shortly, he still wasn't used to anyone making contact with his wings, let alone prolonged contact. Despite that and the fact that he was essentially trapped again beside Leo, he allowed it, letting him do as he pleased. “Just don’t pull it too hard. My feathers will rip out.” He informs, hearing an acknowledging hum from the red eared slider.

The two fell into a mutual silence, just enjoying each other's presence.

Outside the room, and still in the kitchen remained Raph, Mikey and Splinter. The three cleaned up the table in heavy silence.

“I hope Leo’s okay…” Mikey mumbled, frowning. “I didn’t mean to make him feel horrible.” He spoke as Raph patted his shoulder in comfort, but he was quiet too.

Raph didn’t like it, but he couldn’t help himself from tensing up whenever he saw Leo’s tail thrashing behind him. Whether he was annoyed or just simply excited, it had Raph on edge.

Leo having a tail like that was abnormal itself. But it wasn’t what Raph was worried about. It was the behaviour. For 2 weeks, when Raph found Leo unconscious in that museum, he changed. Everything changed. 

Leo was easily angered, he hid a lot in his room. He would also stay in the dojo, sometimes even locking the door. Whatever he did in there, Raph didn’t know but when Leo would eventually come out, he could spot bruises blossoming on his knuckles.

Then, Leo jumped his brother, his baby brother. And Raph, well… genuinely he thought Leo was going to do something… something that may have resulted in Mikey getting seriously hurt or worse.

Raph acted then, with the instinct to protect. And he…

Well he just doesn’t know what to do anymore. Being a big brother is hard.

Raph wasn’t the only one who had trouble with Leo. Mikey was nervous on how to act or what to say to him, afraid that he might snap. He’s seen Leo ticked off before, but he’s also seen him unusually more mad since his transformation.

He tried to give him space for him to clear his mind. But Mikey really cared for his brother, and when he saw Leo mumbling to himself that day he went missing. He just wanted to help…

And he got terrified instead.

And then there was Donnie. He really felt like he wasn’t as close to Leo as they used to be since the curse. He didn’t want to say it to anyone, let alone admit it to himself but with how Leo looks, Donnie can’t help but feel on edge around him now.

His long and sharpened claws seemed to remind him of Shredders, and the way Shredder tore up his battle shell with his talons. And if Donnie wasn’t wearing that, it would’ve torn up his actual soft shell.

A heavy beat of silence paved through until it was interrupted by Splinter. 

“My boys… Leonardo has gone through many changes in such a short time. And… I fear I am the root of the issue.”

Splinter places down a cup into the sink, sighing gravely under his breath and rubbing the back of his head. “Perhaps… I handed him the position of leader too soon. And for that I believe he’s also taking too much pressure from it.” 

He turns to Raph who watched him curiously, “I must also apologise to you. Taking away that role so suddenly from you.” He added, making Raph tense for a moment before he slowly relaxed his shoulders a little, shaking his head.

“I’m alright pops. It’s Leo I’m more worried about.”

“You and me both, Raphael.”

Mikey silently listened in, scrubbing the plates. He perked up when Donnie and April entered the room, “Hey guys. Uh, Donnie kinda filled me in on what’s going on.” She sheepishly smiled, looking around for a sign of Leo and the other Donnie that had been mentioned to her.

“Are they….?”

“I think I saw them go into Leo’s room.” Mikey comments, recalling how he saw from the corner of his eye, Donnie guiding Leo away from the bathroom when they passed by the kitchen.

“Well… maybe I can quickly go and say hi? Check in on them both.” April smiles, confidently striding towards the bedroom.

Inside the twins continued to stay silent, Leo facing away from him and buried under layers of feathers, unmoving.

Donnie eventually spoke up. “You know… you should probably tell them about Zarynthia.” He informed, making Leo stiffen before scoffing and shaking his head.

“Why? It’s not their problem.”

“They can help you?”

“Don’t need it.”

Donnie furrowed his brow at him, “Leo, you lost control. And from the sounds of it, it wasn’t the first time either?” He stated the obvious, Leo bit his lip at the comment.

“…I don’t know if I can tell them.” He mumbled.

A moment of silence passed by the two, then only a few seconds after a familiar feminine voice broke the quietness.

“Tell us what?”

The twins flinch, with Leo immediately springing out the bed as Donnie stood up defensively. They stare ahead with wide eyes to see April, having opened the door and was now leaning on the frame with a curious stare directed at them.

“Hi other Donnie.” She greeted, Donnie awkwardly waving his hand in reply as April snapped her head towards Leo and narrowed her gaze. “Now, explain what it is you can’t say?”

Leo opened and closed his mouth, his throat felt like it was being squeezed lifeless as he mentally tried to reason with himself.

Just tell her… tell them. What’s the worst that could happen?

They could see you as a dangerous monster.

They wouldn’t…

You saw how they all acted when you pounced on Mikey. How scared they were.

That’s not my—

Fault? Oh but it is…

Leo gulps, taking in rapid gulps of air, feeling his chest begin to tighten. “Leo? You okay?” April questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in concern as Donnie quickly turned to face in front of Leo. Checking him over with a quick scan via his goggles, he noticed how shaky he had become, how dissociative and distant his gaze now seemed when he failed to answer April's question.

“Panic attack…” He muttered to himself, gently grabbing Leo’s hands. “Nardo? Hey, you're safe. Focus on my voice, the feeling of me holding your hands.” He tried to help, his tail swishing anxiously for his twin.

“I… I c-can’t—“ He gasped, his voice strained and barely audible.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. I’m sorry I suggested it.”

Leo trembles, the voices of his self consciousness loud and too obnoxious for him to handle. “Make it stop… it’s loud.” He whined, holding his head with his hands as Donnie and April shared a concerned glance between each other.

“What’s loud?”

“Everything.”

April hums in understanding, looking around for something to use. She widened her eyes and quickly walked over to a corner of the room.

“Donnie told me you borrowed an older pair of his soundproof headphones a few days ago.” She came closer, gently reaching over and placing the headphones over Leo, the slider flinching briefly at the sudden contact but relaxed when April activated the soundproofing function.

And it became quiet.

Leo slowly began to breathe in as he concentrated on the silence. Closing his eyes in doing so. He could still feel Donnie holding him, but he didn’t mind. He just wanted the voices to stop talking to him for a bit.

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[etrangeres]

4/12 is M27's Anniversary!

Happy “Shinichi and Kaito are canonically cousins” day.

And congrats to Gosho for finally getting the idea that had been rattling in his head out in the open.

(Shounen Sunday Issue 22/23 2024) The secret no one knows about KID… It’s a relief to finally talk about it (lol).

But that got me wondering…I know this topic’s been brought up before, but how often? And when it was, how did he answer it? It’s kinda hard to actually find info the further back you go, but after a little digging I have an interesting list.

1) vs Kaitou Kid Manga Compilation (2004)

Published in 2004, this is an otherwise pretty straightforward omnibus of what KID cases were out at the time. Apparently, though, it’s within this volume that Gosho comments “実��秘密の深い理由がある” (There’s actually a deeply secret reason) when asked about their resemblance.

I am in the process of attempting to acquire this volume myself, so I’m curious to see if there’s anything more to it than that.

EDIT APR 17: I finally got the book in! There are four cases recorded in this book, and between each case they spend about 3 pages on “Conan vs KID Secrets.” Between the third (Twilight Mansion) and fourth (Air Walk), the theme of the “Secrets” corner is their relationship. Though it goes on to speculate that Toichi is the one that taught Yukiko magic (because it had not been hard confirmed yet) and mention each series’ mysterious organizations, the opening page of this corner talks about their similarities.

After the blurb speculates that Shinichi and Kaito might be distant relatives, there’s a comment from Gosho:

世の中には自分とそっくりな人が3人はいるって言うからね(笑)。まあ、一人のまんが家がそんなに違う主人公の顔を描けないって理由も確かにあるけど(笑)。実は秘密の深〜い理由が…お楽しみに！！

They do say that there are three people in the world that look like you, after all (lol). Though it’s also true that one mangaka can’t really draw their protagonist’s face all that differently (lol). But there’s actually a deeply secret reason… Look forward to it!!

2) Super Digest Book 30 (2003) & Super Digest Book 40 (2006)

Putting these two together for ease, because they’re mostly pretty short. Most SDBs have rapid-fire interviews with Gosho that are sometimes over 100 questions long.

First is SDB30.

Q11: Why do Shinichi and KID look alike? (新一とキッドはなぜ似ているの？)

A: I… I can’t say. (lol) (い･･･言えない。(笑))

Since SDB20 didn’t have a Q&A, and most KID-focused questions in SDB10 were just about KID being there at all (and one about him knowing Conan’s identity, but we’re not here to talk about that), there’s honestly not much to glean from this question either, except noting that it was before his comment in the vs KID compilation.

SDB40 is a little more interesting, though.

Q7: Are KID and Shinichi actually relatives? (キッドと新一って親戚なんじゃないですか？)

A: BADUMP (lol) (ドキッ(笑)。)

The reply is meant to invoke a heartbeat, like from being surprised or startled - or caught in the act. This’d be amusing on its own, but this isn’t the only question he answers this way. There’s a decent number of them, and they fall into three main categories.

◉Category 1: Shenanigans

Q54. Eri’s cat, Goro, was actually modeled on your cat Kaito-kun, right?

Q59. Are you actually the boss of the Black Organization?

Q66. Are you happy?

Q87. Have you ever felt like wanting to end Detective Conan?

◉Category 2: This Actually Happened

Q2. Were Shuichi Akai and Akemi Miyano lovers? (Vol 58)

Q31. Is Eisuke Hondou actually Rena Mizunashi’s younger brother? (Vol 58)

Q52. Toichi was the magician that taught Yukiko the art of disguise, right? (hard confirmed Vol 55)

Q64. When is the London arc happening? (Vol 71)

◉Category 3: Who Knows?

Q10. Will we be able to see Conan’s tears at the end?

It’s in this last category I probably would have placed the question about Shinichi and Kaito, in light of what came before. With hindsight, though, we can place it in Category 2.

3) Hayakawa Mystery Magazine (2011)

The June 2011 issue has a six page interview with Gosho in celebration of the anime’s 15th anniversary (and the release of M15, Quarter of Silence). Though the topics jump from Gosho’s own love of history to his feelings on Detective Conan, we’re only concerned with this one answer:

…Perhaps because Kaitou Kid was designed as a main character first, he and Shinichi Kudo resemble each other. (怪盗キッドの方が主役として先に発表されていたせいか、キッドと工藤新一は顔が似ている。)

Gosho: “Their resemblance is not just from my drawing habits, but because there’s a secret background. There’s no way someone that similar just exists. (lol) As for why they look alike, look forward to it, I suppose.” (「似ているのは執筆順のせいばかりではなく、裏設定があるからなんですよ。あんなに似ている人がいるわけないじゃないですか（笑）。似ている理由については、お愉しみに、ということで」)

This might be one of the most concrete answers he’s given to this question, largely because he also addresses the issue of his art style.

4) Interview in Singapore (2016)

Gosho featured as a panel guest at the November 2016 Singapore Writer’s Festival, during which he held a Q&A via interpreter. It is at this same interview that he point-blank reveals approximately three and a half years before the manga gives hard confirmation that Akai and Akemi are cousins after a fan asks him about it, but that is neither here nor there. Probably.

You can hear the question and response we’re concerned with at about 7:10 in this video. Some of the audio is definitely hard to pick out, but we can get the important bits.

Question: Is there a reason why Kaitou Kid and Kudo Shinichi look so alike?

Answer: ええ、それ？ちょっと、言えませんね。似てる理由はあります。(You want to know about that? I can’t really say. But there is a reason they look alike.)

Again, same answer. He’s nothing else if not consistent. It’s a smaller thing, but his delivery combined with the grammar (理由はあります。/There is a reason.) does make it sound like he wants to emphasize that it’s not a coincidence though.

BONUS: Kappei Yamaguchi’s Suspicious Comment

In August 2024, the fan event “Detective Conan Festival in Manga Kingdom Tottori” was held, featuring Conan, Ran, Kogoro, and Shinichi/Kaito’s seiyuus as guests. According to multiple fan reports of the event, Yamaguchi mentioned that he was told KID had a “secret backstory” when he was offered the role. A few reports also mention everyone holding their breath when he said as much, so it seems many people jumped to similar conclusions on what that statement might mean. I can’t begin to guess what motivated Yamaguchi’s comment, nor am I sure if it’s even safe to assume this is even about the cousins thing. But at the bare minimum, to him it must have meant something in the wake of M27.

Final Thoughts

This might not be every time the issue was brought up, but this is what I was able to find after some digging (and some painfully specific Japanese searches to get me back to a believable source).

The phrase 裏設定 (ura settei, translated as “secret background” throughout) often just refers to background info that is never mentioned in a concrete way in the work itself, but motivates the decisions that happen within it. In Yamaguchi’s case, perhaps it was just referring to the events of Magic Kaito as KID’s 裏設定 within Detective Conan. It’s difficult to apply that meaning to other uses of the word throughout this, though, like Gosho’s use of it in the Hayakawa Mystery interview.

So while I’m not sure what to think about Yamaguchi’s comment, I do think it’s entirely possible Gosho has at least considered the idea for a while, even if you could argue that he wasn’t always necessarily committed to the idea.

He probably committed to the idea at least by 2011, based on the concrete nature of his statement in Hayakawa and the emphasis he places in the Singapore interview. Regardless, I think it’s funny that he’s always been kinda evasive about the question that, in Gosho’s weird way, always indicated there might have been something more.

[blackkatmagic]

Do you have summaries for the unpublished stories (in the last patreon poll)? I would love to hear more about them!

Absolutely! I realized belatedly and while not massively sleep deprived that I should have put the summaries in the heading part, whoops. :'D

Feral/Plo - identity porn/sugar daddy/biology made them do it AU:

Canon goes AU in that Talzin handed all three of her children over to Sidious instead of just Maul. Fast forward to the middle of the Clone Wars and Feral has grabbed his brothers, both of whom are in a bad way, and skipped out on Talzin/Sidious to hide on a planet that's mostly under Republic control, where he makes a living collecting information/carrying out assassinations for the local crime lord. Enter Plo, who's in the middle of like. the Kel Dor version of a horny season. Not quite fuck or die, but fuck or be distracted and miserable and horny for months. Feral, thinking this will be a good opportunity to gather info on the Jedi, volunteers to help him out by being a sex partner whose sturdiness can stand up to Kel Dor physiology. Except that Plo is nice and Feral is maybe not prepared for that.

Jaster/Granta - Sith empire vs. Mandalorian empire AU with lots of daddy issues:

Xanatos is the Sith Lord ruling over Telos, and Granta plays assassin/weapon for his father, right up until he makes a mistake, a Jedi gets away, and Sith Emperor Sidious demands that Granta be punished for failing. Xanatos promptly sends Granta to murder Mand'alor Jaster, who manages not to die but does clock the daddy issues at 20 paces. When Xanatos completely disavows Granta and leaves him for the Mandos to execute, Jaster offers a deal - he'll let Granta live, but in return Granta will be his consort as a fuck you to the Sith Empire, and use his skill at killing Sith for the Mandalorians. Granta accepts, and they have a lot of messy sex and even messier feelings about it.

Padme/Rex - Time travel/time slips/identity porn/fake Jedi!Padme:

Canon divergence in that Obi-Wan's remarkably stupid escape from Vader's base in Kenobi doesn't work, and Reva ends up kidnapping Luke and Leia both at the same time to bring them to Vader. Padme, vaguely a Force ghost by sheer force of will, realizes that her kids are in danger and gets so angry that she quite literally tears time itself apart, throwing herself, her kids, and Vader back to the start of the Clone Wars. They all end up scattered, though, and Padme, with a brand-new Force sensitivity and Obi-Wan's lightsaber, makes a plan with her past self and goes to find her kids, pretending to be a Jedi to let her move through the front more easily. Which goes great, right up until she falls in with Torrent by accident as they're looking for a vanished Anakin. Rex, for his part, has no idea what to make of this angry, driven Jedi lady who tears her way through the CIS like she's aiming to bring them down all by herself, but is also devastatingly sad and kind when there's no enemy to fight. He does know that he very much needs to keep her alive, though, and given Padme's recklessness and Vader making plans in the shadows, that's the furthest thing from easy.

Tae/Fox - CIS!clones AU/spy shenanigans/fake relationship:

AU with CIS!clone troopers under the command of whatever Sith Dooku can vaguely train/pull out of the mud, wherein Fox is the Marshal Commander of a newly-captured Coruscant under Dooku's control. Tae is a new Knight, following in Nico's footsteps as a Shadow, and when Nico goes missing on Coruscant, he decides to go undercover to look for him. Of course, the best way to do this is to volunteer to help the infamously difficult Marshal Commander, who chews through aides like it's a sport and defies even the Sith. When Dooku starts getting a little too suspicious of both of them for comfort, though, Tae comes up with a plan - fake a relationship and pretend to hide it, and then no one will look any deeper. Fox agrees, still unaware that Tae is a Jedi and an enemy.

Cody/Maul - identity porn/Force-sensitive!Cody/canon divergence

Cody touches the wrong artefact during the destruction of the Jedi Temple and the building of Palpatine's palace, and wakes up back at the start of the Clone Wars, still fighting the influence of the chip. Not willing to trust himself enough to go to the Jedi, he instead picks the next best thing: Maul. Except that as soon as he touches Maul, lost in the depths of Lotho Minor, it's not spider!Maul who crashes down on top of him, but Sith apprentice!Maul, pulled right out of his fight with Eldra but with all the doubts about his path that it raised. He immediately assumes that Cody is a Sith Lord challenging Palpatine, and Cody goes along with it, hoping that Maul will be able to teach him to control all of his unsettling new abilities. He very much doesn't expect the mad sort of devotion Maul brings with him, or the fact that he's suddenly the whole Jedi Order's number one target, thanks to Palpatine also assuming he's a rival.

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Feanorian Sibling Shenanigans Short Fic

Maglor’s eyes were shiny with tears though they were truly more due to his appreciation for how romantic a story his brother’s torment made than sympathy towards him.

This was proven when even as he leaned forward, his entire upper body now precariously dangling off the side of the bed to reach where Caranthir was nestled on the rug in about seven separate shawls and furs, and cupped his brother’s face in his hands he expounded, with rather too much joy, how moving he found it.

‘Oh Moryo, that’s so beautiful, the tragic unrequited love of an elven lord for a mortal woman, the thematic parallels with the doomed nature of-’

Caranthir looked as if he was about to explode of mortification and rage both, his face flushed bright red as he bit out a retort at his still cooing brother, ‘Maglor if you write a song about this I will strangle you in your sleep.’

Maglor held his hand to his heart and widened his eyes with melodramatic innocence. ‘I would never!

Maedhros interjected dryly with a raised eyebrow and weary expression while holding Maglor’s feet to avoid him accidentally pitching forward and tumbling head first on to the ground, ‘Oh you’d never write and circulate a ballad about one of your brother’s personal lives wouldn’t you Makalaure?’

Maglor quickly replied, ‘No one knows that song was about you and Fingon. I didn’t name any names.’ Maglor had nonetheless known exactly what ballad had been referred to without hesitation.

Curufin scoffed, elbowing Celegorm in the stomach so he could detangle himself enough to face them. ‘The edain know that song was about Maedhros and Fingon.’

This prompted a cacophony of inputs into how completely and utterly blatant that particular piece of lyrical genius had been about who it alluded to and how completely and utterly blatant the two lords in question were without any assistance whatsoever.

‘You know I mentioned your name in dealings with some of the men in Hithlum and their first response was to ask if you were his wife or husband because it didn’t seem polite to ask-’

‘I think we shouldn’t just let Maglor off the hook so easily, yes he wasn’t really revealing anything everyone didn’t already know about but I think some of those innuendoes lacked taste even by his standards-’

‘Thank you Curufin! Finally someone on my side here!’ Maedhros stilled for a moment and frowned, meeting Curufin’s eyes who had an almost identical look of complete confusion on his face.

‘Well those are words I never fought I’d say in such close succession.’

Curufin wrinkled his nose as if rethinking all his life choices up until that point.

Maglor exclaimed something off his usual script about how no one appreciated the true art of music in this family leading Celegorm to finally shove him on to the rug. He tumbled off with an almighty screech as Amrod and Amras cheered Celegorm on through fits of giggles. Things only escalated from there.