#Saving What's Left FIC

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Bruce has a 'if you can't beat them, join them' mentality about the tabloids claiming he adopts too many kids- Developing foster homes that are paid for through the Wayne inheritance, personally vetted by the Bats, they're the leaders in the space for child health outcomes and family placement. Insert Danny.

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Bruce has too much wealth, too many rumors and not enough reach into the abhorrent foster homes around Gotham to improve them. Tim ends up being the one to suggest it- He's the one who buys up their real estate for their safe houses after all- and Bruce is more than ready to pull the metaphorical trigger to get new clean welcoming spaces, Bat-background checked fosters and a new era of adoption in Gotham underway.

He's lobbied the state and the federal government for reforms of course, but this is a project he can micromanage. He spends time with every kid that comes through, talks with all the families that want to adopt and makes sure that these miniature homes are provided only the very best. Alfred personally hires all the staff, and with Barbara more than happy to help relocate the unhoused children she spots while they patrol, the project is a glowing success.

Occasionally, spots in their houses fill up, and those are the weeks were Cass takes on the Cowl of Batman- Bruce Wayne will personally invite a child in need to his home. He always has one of his kids present (they rotate on a pre-determined schedule) and he does his best to try and get them to understand that they deserve the world, have all the potential that anyone else has and can achieve a bright future. That he will personally aid them in their ambitions.

PR goes crazy for it of course, but Bruce and all of his children know its genuine. Almost too genuine, because a betting pool 'WILL THEY BE ADOPTED' regularly circulates between the siblings and the entire JL when someone spends time at the manor. And not just the black-haired, Blue-eyed kids get picked as favored outcomes- but obviously the running joke gets passed around.

It's a Thursday night when Bruce gets the call that the houses have once again filled up, and that there is a child in need of a home. The social worker (he knows her as Marsha and he has flowers planned to be sent on her birthday next week, like he does for all of his employees) (Say micromanaged one more time) explains that the kid is a bit cagey but has opened up with some humor. She explains that he has a few strange... mannerisms. She's not sure what to make of him, a non-gothamite for sure but something is, well, distinctly 'not from around here' about his energy.

Danny arrives at the house, meets Duke and Alfred, and by the time Bruce meets him at the dinner table it seems as though Marsha had it all wrong. This kid was laughing, he was teasing, he was totally playing along like he'd gone through nothing. Bruce is glad he's in high spirits but its just so... so different from all the other children he's taken in.

Bruce re-focuses on the conversation when Duke mentions something flashing, and its the first time that Danny goes quiet. Entirely still.

"...you noticed that?" Danny quietly asks, a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"You don't have a flashlight on or something do you? It was super bright whatever it is that you had in your hand a second ago?" Duke tries to sound chill but he's looking very much not chill. Bruce saw nothing, and that puts him further on edge.

"Look... I uh, I've been though... I've been through a lot lately. And the last lab I was in kind of, messed with me. I'm normally much better at dealing with it all, I promise." Danny sounds nervous, and the room seems to chill.

"Ah shoot, sorry." Danny notices something and frantically apologizes.

"Sorry for what Danny? You've done nothing wrong but I am worried about you- You said you were in a lab?" Bruce is desperately trying to calm him down while not slipping into Batman interrogation mode.

"Uh, yeah, like a lot of labs. It should get warmer in a second, its just cause I startled, I promise."

"You're a meta." Duke speaks softly and with hope in his voice- Danny is looking between them with wide eyes filled with fear.

"I mean I don't technically have the gene-"

"Danny, have you told any of your case workers where you were? Do any authorities know what you've been through?" Bruce needs to know, desperately, that who ever gave this young boy super powers is brought to justice. Danny goes quiet.

"I'm really sorry." He says softly, but he doesn't leave them.

Duke and Bruce try to ask a few more questions but the silence that meets them declares the conversation over, even with Duke admitting he himself is a meta. Danny didn't even look up from his plate. They watch a movie after dinner, and Danny seems to get back to the smile-y happy guy he had been before dinner.

Each of the bat-fam have their own interactions with Danny- And even if they're getting along amazingly, Danny won't open up. He doesn't open up to his provided therapist. Doesn't talk to Alfred. No one knows what's up.

So when Marsha calls Bruce back explaining they now have a spot for Danny and he can move out of the Manor... Bruce replies that he'd like to get started on Adoption paperwork, so long as Danny is fine with it.

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Turns out, Danny is fine with it. he's both the newest Wayne and their newest case. (And godamnit, his new family is going to avenge him. If only he'd let them try.)

Danny figures out that Duke= Signal early on because of that dinner, and if he's going to keep his parents out of jail, he needs to be as close to the investigation as possible. He knows that he shouldn't protect the Fentons, but he feels the upset in his core at the thought of letting them befall any harm. He has to protect them. Has to protect Jazz and her hiding spot as a mole within their lab. Has to.

Even if it meant lying to his new family who loves him, and who he loves in equal return. Even if it means lying to The Bats.

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Tabloids go crazy about the black-haired blue-eyed thing of course, but no poll was ever taken by the batfam or the JL who know the whole story.

[sidesteppostinghours]

ok. question.

ortega ended up hallucinating sidestep after they "died", but sidestep doesnt know about that. they know it got bad, but never the full extent of how their death affected them. so if your sidestep Did learn, if they found out ortega looked for them in every little piece they could, would that change anything for your sidesteps? would their relationship with ortega be any different?

[tennessoui]

you can tell when im procrastinating on an in real life thing (read: final assignment) cause im always like. hey what about that fic or fic sequel or au i wanted to turn into an actual fic. yeah the one i haven't talked about or thought about in like one hundred years.

but yeah so like in the throat fic sequel i'm faithfully working on a year later, how batshit do you think alpha master vaderkin, who so recently claimed his padawan for the first time (and also kidnapped him and gave up an entire empire for him and also just revealed his sithiness to him), will go if someone were to kidnap obi-wan in an attempt to save him 👀👀 from vader 👀👀

[shikai-the-storyteller]

It's taking me ages to write this chapter because every time I look through old VODs / notes to check something, I come across moments like this that make me want to lie down face-first on the floor:

[Context: Pac commits to the idea of taking the Happy Pills so he can create a cure. He's about to write a note to Cellbit to explain his plan.]

Pac: If Cellbit puts himself in this position, it's worse for everyone, because Cellbit is smarter when it comes to coming up with strategic plans, so he is the thinking mind of the Favela Five group, so if he no longer has the mind, he’s not capable of solving this whole problem, you know? But if I put myself in this position to help Cellbit so he can get the cure... You understand? It's better if I'm the bait. Right? I can't- I can't carry things alone guys, I've already lost Mike [...] if I lose Cellbit and I alone had to carry things, I won't be able to. But I think Cellbit can manage better. He is more independent, and he has Roier. He has a husband. I'm trying to– to be lucid here, understand? That's all.

Date: September 11, 2023 || Timestamp: 03:10:10

[deiaiko]

#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arm ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday. 

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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[eebie]

i will always be a little smug about being all over spot before the movie even came out Before the trailers even dropped When he was just a teaser poster and an actor namedrop… spot superfans rise….

[sundogsandrainbows]

*gnawing at the bars of my enclosure*

A 40ish yrs old Lenya as DA4 advisor to concept art rook aboard Isabela's ship (as world hub)

LENYA AS ADVISOR TO MY NO NONSENSE CARTA ROOK

LenYA aS ADviSOr

[diamaker-moon]

Saving What's Left — Chapter Five

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"Hey! Who was that?" Chloé asked the moment she landed behind the school.

"Have no idea… They just appeared in front of me then left, then the next thing I knew was they were handing me the akumatized object." Marinette explained.

It is true. Despite the help that the person gave, she was also wary of the gesture. First, she didn't know who the person was, what if they were after the box and she was being stalked? Second, what if they're after a much bigger destruction? What if they are from the Order?! She cannot let things go awry. She was the current guardian, and she must protect the ancient power of the miraculous. She cannot let them fall into the wrong hands.

"Well, can't say we're ungrateful, it did save you some time." Chloé off-handedly says.

She nodded in agreeance, her mind wandered back to the fight, the person akumatized to the akumatized object. Was there a reason why it was akumatized? What were they doing with it?

Too many questions ran through her mind. However, instead of dwelling on it, she put it aside. There should be no more reason to cling to that small ample hope. There was a moment when they had a choice, and they did choose—they didn't choose her. They should not have any reason to use it against her. They made their choice and crossed the bridge, she just burned it so there should be no going back. She was done.

"Guys! Did you know?! They're arguing very loudly in front of the school!" Kim shouted in disbelief.

The girls looked at each other before following him and saw a crowded space with a screaming match.

"What do you mean by that?!" Someone shouted.

"You're a fake! A fraud! You're not a journalist!" Someone countered.

Soon everyone in that crowd began screaming at one another. Chloé pulled Marinette away from the group. She knows that Marinette may waver upon hearing such words, but she cannot let her friend be fooled again with the notions of friendship. Not anymore. If Marinette burned the bridge, she built a wall in between. And no one is allowed to break it without her permission. Enough was enough.

——— •• ◆ •• ———

"What do you mean by that, huh?!"

"You are fake! A fake!"

Words kept being thrown around. Adrien was starting to get nauseous because of the confrontation. While the others are simply pulling Juleka away from Alya, who is also being pulled away.

"Face it! You. Are. A. Fake!" Juleka screamed at the top of her lungs.

Alya's face contorted with hatred and fury. She kept trying to wiggle out of her captor's hands and was successful, in a matter of seconds, she was on top of Juleka pulling her hair and screaming in her face.

They both fell to the ground due to the sudden impact, landing Juleka at the bottom and Alya on the top. The Class gasped at the situation and thus started to pull the girls away from each other once again.

"Take it back! Take it! I. Am. A. Journalist!"

"You are not! You're. A. Fake! Fake!"

Adrien was getting more worried as people start to halt and stare at their group while whispering. He tried to mediate but nothing was effective. His last resort was finding a raven-coloured-hair girl hoping she could stop this catfight, but he couldn't find her anywhere he looked.

Uh-oh.

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"How's the situation in Paris?"

"Shi—"

A loud smack was heard, others were covering their mouths to prevent laughter while others facepalmed.

"Just answer, no need for that language."

"Fine, Fine! Everything was crazy, Okay?!"

"And the heroes there?"

"Didn't see the cat, only the bug, she looked quite surprised actually when the brat was handing her the object, guess she didn't expect that kind of efficiency…"

'The brat' rolled their eyes. It is true that grabbing the object was easy, as the akumatized person was too much distracted finding God knows who. The look of surprise and doubt evident in the bug's face was amusing.

"Careful brat, that small smile of yours and I might think you like the bug~"

"Shut up." The person shoved the other away while that person was laughing.

"It will be much easier to talk with the bug without the feline. I can tell she'll be able to hold a proper and serious conversation than the latter." They continued.

"I agree. Watching the previously recorded fights, it seems that the cat is more in favour of flirting than helping the fight making it take much longer."

"It's settled then."

"Are we sure about this? We're bringing her to the deepest hell of this job…"

"This was your idea. And besides you said it yourself, only she can do it."

Everyone went silent at the notion. Even if they try to deny it, no one can refute that the Ladybug User is the only one who can help, and even if they don't want to bring such a problem to them, they need her. Only her.

"All we can do now is slowly approach her. Keep up small appearances in the city, and try to know her schedule. Do not ambush her."

Everyone nodded.

Soon they were dismissed and were able to go back to their respective homes.

'The brat' went straight to their room. With the silence enclosing him, his mind wandered back to those bluebell irises of hers. Despite wearing a mask, it failed to hide her delicate features.

He didn't want to think of her, but no matter how he tried to change the thought in his mind, she always come back with that bewildered expression on her face.

After taking a shower, he faced himself in the mirror, staring at his eyes. Wondering if they were a great pair to her blue eyes. He sighed deeply, trying to remove the thought once again.

He looked back at the mirror, and he was sure he can envision the blue eyes in the mirror, staring back at his emerald irises.

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continuing…

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Note: Haii everyoneee! goshh I've been gone for 6 months almost, academic life caught up with me, and still busy at the moment! Hope you like this chapter!

[padfootastic]

hello miss padfootastic, today I am thinking about godfather Harry who would move mountains for Teddy, when Remus never moved mountains for Harry. :(

yES!!! miss imp ur so so right for this

i don’t care how ooc it might be but i truly fully believe teddy was a traumatised harry’s salvation postwar. he kept that boy alive. physically AND mentally. harry will literally do anything for him and nothing is ever too big or too much for his godson.

i’m thinking of—harry, parenting teddy, wondering about how easy it is (it’s not, really. he’s a child bringing up another child. but take away the nappy changes and the constant crying and the keeping a living being other than yourself alive part, and it really is easy. bc he loves parenthood. loves teddy. so much) and wondering why remus never wanted this. how he could have given it up so easily. it’s honestly just really sad? like makes him hold teddy tight and never let go? primarily i think he just pities remus at that point.

i can ALSO see harry being offended, not on his behalf, but primarily on teddy’s. because this wonderful, amazing child should’ve not had his father attempt to walk out on him, shouldn’t have had to grow up an orphan but that’s what it is. i’ve only read one fic w a similar premise but i rly need more where harry is just. mad at remus postwar for his treatment of teddy lmao.

[rebrandedbard]

Ooh for the most memorable thing, I think the moment in your Rumplestiltskin AU when he finds his name! I loved that twist

Oh man, I love that part! Here's a sketched visual of the scene for you. This is how I imagined the border (roughly) between the human world and the faerie world, with the buttercup right on the edge of the two.

[in-tua-deep]

i have a star wars fic idea floating around my brain that is just a time travel fic centering around bodhi rook where part of the explanation for a suddenly-force-sensitive-bodhi is "the monster tore parts of me out and maybe that made more space for the force to fill in the gaps"

[aerodaltonimperial]

woke up feeling weirdly grateful to fandom (must be pride month lol) so just wanted to toss out a big thank you to anyone who has ever read my fics. you really make me feel like i matter when i hear that my words make people happy or flaily or screaming or what have you. it honestly means the world to me knowing that people take their own free time and use it to read things i have written; given everything, i can't overstate how much this helps to heal over the big me vs. writing/publishing wounds. 💚💚💚 i had really truly considered leaving fandom the past few weeks, but i don't want to any longer, and a huge part of that is you wonderful folks for being here.

[slippery-minghus]

System Breach Sunday... Rewind 🟡 #9

“I’m sure there’s something in here that’ll fit you. Or that you won’t drown in, at least,” Hank continued with a chuckle, extending his search to the very back of the drawer. Not looking up, he gestured with a thumb over his shoulder, “Go wash up while I look. Don’t want you staining any more of my shit. Even if it’ll evaporate!”

Admittedly bemused, Connor offered a smile that Hank wasn’t watching to see, and turned to exit the bedroom. 

>Stress Levels Decreasing: 41%

Connor entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him then reaching to switch on the light. He had no trouble finding the switch in the dark, still able to remember the exact layout of the small room from the last—and only other—time he had been at the Lieutenant’s home. Aside from a notably fresher towel on the rack and a cleaner countertop, little had changed. In contrast to Hank’s state when Connor was here previously however, it was a marked improvement. Connor made a note to himself to compliment the Lieutenant on the behavior later. 

And then Connor looked up. And made eye contact with his reflection in the mirror. 

His breath hitched. Shoulders stiffened. 

>WARNING: STRESS LEVELS RISING - 47%

No wonder the Lieutenant had been staring at him so excessively. With such… concern. Connor looked—as Hank would put it—like shit. His LED was still bright yellow, that much he knew, but Connor did not expect the pale, drawn look on his face. He had not registered that he had been… making an expression. Let alone one that so clearly communicated the underlying apprehension he could not seem to quash. 

Beyond that, Connor’s uniform was brazenly unkempt; his tie was crooked, collar askew, dress shirt rumpled, and jacket… torn and stained. He could see the pallor of his synthetic flesh through the hole at his shoulder. With how cold it was, very little thirium had evaporated from his clothes. It still tinged his hands, smeared his trousers—and thoroughly saturated the tear there too, at his thigh. 

>WARNING: STRESS LEVELS RISING - 53%

As with the strand of memory earlier, Connor found it difficult to avert his eyes from the sight staring back at him in the mirror. He watched, a bit detached, as he methodically undid his tie, then slipped out of his jacket. 

>WARNING: STRESS LEVELS RISING - 56%

Nearly the entire right side of his dress shirt was blue. Bright, thirium blue. The fabric glistened, still sticky and damp, under the bathroom’s fluorescent lights. Compelled by means he could not justify, Connor lifted one shaking hand to the hole in his shirt, prodding tentatively around it. 

Logically, he did not expect it to hurt. Because it hadn’t, not since the CyberLife tech had completed its repair. But as with every time Connor had found himself pressing at the site of the since-mended damage, the data point did not seem to register. No matter how many times he checked, it wasn’t enough. Same as the diagnostics, the data wouldn’t add up. 

The memory of the pain—that awful, overwhelming sensation—lingered at the staticked edge of Connor’s awareness. So close that it felt indistinguishable from any other active background process. Surely it was waiting, anticipating, ready to return to the forefront of his senses at any moment. 

>WARNING: STRESS LEVELS RISING - 64%

[luv-again]

anticipating how devastating it'll be to amy when she figures out shadow has amnesia in my fic

like,, on the plus, he has no idea she was the one who sent him to his 'death' in sa2 (this might intensify her guilt even more, actually), but also he has no idea who he is or who she is. he just wandered, found her and helped her for seemingly no reason. there was nothing, no motive to back his deeds. the whole time he was acting off, and she then finds out why

she remains strong and gives him her opinion that he is now how she always saw him (it comes from within. both in her sentiment, and in shadow's actions), but her heart breaks as they separate, wishing she could help, wishing that she didn't have to leave him, but knowing well that it's his path to take

even if he has no recollection of her impact before, she becomes his reason for treason. a second time

[littlestsnicket]

eeee!!

[overdressedcarp]

Tfw the headcanons are so niche that your only source of solidarity is a 34-chapter slowburn from 2017