#and the occasional non-chat chapter

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Would anybody be interested in my BSD Highschool Au? I'm planning on writing a fic for it, but rn I'm just trying to work out all the smaller details (like figuring out normal names for the Flags and also how tf soccer works)

It's an au where they all still have abilities and go to a high school specifically for kids with abilities. I think it's neat!

[97linelover]

The Idol‘s Encore - Choi Seungcheol

summary: meeting an idol was crazy enough, but getting close to him,makes it all even crazier.

content: Idol scoups x non Idol reader, fight,angst, sad end,fluff,smut, drama, heartbreak I’m sorrryyyy

wc: 1.5 k

a/n: I really think that’s how it goes. Dating in this business? Hard.

Lollapalooza was unreal and Cheol looked so so so good!!!

As you navigated through the bustling stadium, weaving through the throngs of fans, you followed closely behind your best friend, who was practically sprinting toward the stage. The entire place was alive with energy, people running and shouting, excitement buzzing in the air like an electric current. The fanbase was wild, and it was barely 11 a.m.

You somehow made it to the barricade, squeezing through the sea of people — all of this, for her. The things you did for your best friend. The heat was intense, the sun already blazing down, and there were no clouds to offer any relief.

Your best friend, always the social butterfly, was already chatting animatedly with a few others nearby. They were all Carats, all equally thrilled to be there. You stood beside her, nodding along, but truthfully, you were just hoping the time would pass quickly. Concerts weren’t really your thing, and although you liked the occasional song, this wasn't your scene.

But to your surprise, the crowd was lively yet well-behaved, and time seemed to move faster than you expected. The acts were fantastic — energetic, polished, and engaging. The organization was impeccable too. Staff moved through the crowd, offering free water and ice cream to keep everyone cool under the scorching sun. It was a thoughtful gesture, and it made the heat more bearable.

As the opening notes of the music filled the air, the crowd exploded into cheers and screams. Fans around you were losing their minds, singing along at the top of their lungs. You couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself, amused by their enthusiasm. You weren’t as familiar with the songs, only knowing a handful of them, but there was one person on stage that you knew all too well.

Choi Seungcheol.

He commanded the stage effortlessly. His sleeveless shirt clung to his toned arms, revealing his muscles as he moved. The way he looked out over the crowd, scanning it with an intensity that seemed purposeful, sent a small shiver down your spine. His eyes swept over hundreds of faces, and then, as if by fate, they found yours.

The instant his gaze locked onto you, you saw something change in his expression. His eyes brightened, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed down. He started to make his way down from the stage, stepping right up to the barricade — right in front of you.

He sang directly to you, his voice rich and powerful, never breaking eye contact. The fans around you screamed louder, sensing something special in the moment, but you barely noticed them. It was like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.

He had found you. And you knew exactly what that meant.

Tonight, at 10 p.m., you would meet him at the park near his hotel.

But how had all this happened?

It started just a few days ago. Your sister had been at a K-pop party that Saturday night while you had decided to wander around Berlin. You’d had a craving for donuts and hot chocolate, so you found yourself in a quaint little café, settling down with your book. The smell of fresh pastries filled the air, and marshmallows floated in your steaming cup of hot chocolate as you opened the first chapter.

The bell above the café door jingled softly, and you glanced up to see a tall, handsome man walk in. You tried to refocus on your book, not wanting to be rude, but you couldn’t help overhearing the interaction at the counter. The cashier was struggling with English, and it was clear the man didn’t speak German.

With a sigh, you closed your book and stood up, walking over to the counter. “What do you want? I can order it in German for you,” you said with a small smile.

He looked relieved, smiling back at you. “I was just trying to order a water.”

“A water? Do you know it’s basically a rule to drink hot chocolate at this time of night?” you teased, laughing a little.

“I’m on a strict diet,” he said, pouting slightly.

“Not tonight,” you grinned. “I’m ordering you a hot chocolate. No arguments.”

He chuckled but didn’t resist. “If you insist.”

After placing the order, you paid for his drink and a donut, feeling a bit mischievous. As you turned back to him, you introduced yourself. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Seungcheol,” he replied, and your eyes widened in recognition.

Of course — the handsome stranger, the strict diet — it was your sister’s bias, Choi Seungcheol.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked softly, a hint of something like disappointment in his voice.

You nodded. “Yeah, my sister’s a fan. We’re actually here for your concert.” You took a sip of your hot chocolate, trying to keep things casual.

“And you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you a fan too?”

You shook your head with a smile. “Not exactly. I’m just here for my sister. I know a few of your songs, but I’m not a big fan.”

His grin widened. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. At least you’ve heard of us.” He took a bite of the donut and sighed dramatically. “This is going to cost me an extra mile on my run tomorrow.”

You laughed. “Don’t stress about it. One donut won’t ruin you.”

Seungcheol looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, “You know, we’re always filmed from every angle. It messes with your mind sometimes, seeing all these sides of yourself that you don’t like.”

“I don’t think you have any bad sides,” you said, half-joking but also flirtatious, and he chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You think I’m good-looking?” he teased.

“As if you don’t already know that, Seungcheol,” you retorted, standing up to grab your bag.

“Leaving already?” he asked, quickly getting to his feet to follow you.

“I was planning on walking around a bit more. You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

He didn’t hesitate, and the two of you spent the rest of the night wandering through the quiet streets of Berlin. Time flew by as you talked, eventually finding yourselves at a small playground, where you lay side by side on the swings, gazing up at the stars.

“Will you be at the show tomorrow?” he asked softly, turning his head to look at you.

You nodded. “I’ll be there with my sister. She wants to be up front, so I guess I’ll be at the barricade.”

His eyes darkened with a playful intensity. “So, you’ll be watching me from up close, huh?” His hand gently brushed your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ll make you a deal. If I find you in the crowd tomorrow, we’ll meet here again at 10 p.m., and... I’ll get my kiss.”

You gasped, cheeks flushing. “You want that kiss so badly?”

“You have no idea,” he murmured, and you found yourself nodding.

“Deal.”

Now, just a few hours after the concert, you sat on the swing at the playground, replaying concert videos on your phone. He was half an hour late.

With a sigh, you put your phone away, feeling a sinking disappointment. Of course, you’d been foolish to think this could be real. Seungcheol was an idol — why would he be interested in someone like you?

As you walked away, you muttered under your breath, “Stupid. Stupid boys, stupid me.”

You were halfway back to the hotel when you felt a hand grab your arm, pulling you into the shadows. “I’m so sorry,” a familiar deep voice said.

You looked up, heart pounding. “Seungcheol?”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered. “We got held up with interviews, and when I finally got to the playground, you were gone. I had to find you.”

“I thought you played me,” you admitted softly, trying to hide the hurt.

“Never,” he said firmly. “I wanted to see you more than anything.”

You leaned closer to him, whispering, “Did anyone follow you?” He shook his head, his expression soft yet intense.

Without another word, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. The moment his hands pulled you closer, your heart raced, and your mind went quiet. His lips moved in perfect rhythm with yours, and the world around you seemed to disappear. That kiss—it made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t before.

He pulled away just enough to whisper against your lips, “Do you want to come upstairs? Fans could show up any minute now.”

You nodded, breathless. “Sure.”

You followed him through the quiet corridors, the space between you feeling like too much. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, every step increasing your need to be close to him again.

The door to his room had barely closed behind you before he had you against the wall, his hands exploring, his lips on yours again, more urgent this time. Every touch was electrifying, every kiss deepened the connection between you. It wasn’t just physical—it was intense, overwhelming, and all-consuming.

Time blurred as you spent the night tangled together, losing yourselves in each other. Moments of tenderness and passion intertwined as you explored each other’s bodies, finding new ways to make each other smile, gasp, and laugh. The intimacy was raw, yet filled with affection. By the time Seungcheol finally fell asleep, he was wrapped around you, his breathing soft and steady as he rested his head against your chest.

You lay there, your hand gently stroking his hair, your heart still racing from everything that had just happened. It wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was the unexpected bond that had formed between the two of you.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, you stirred awake. Seungcheol was still asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his breathing slow and peaceful. For a moment, everything felt perfect—like a dream you never wanted to end.

But as you lay there, reality started to creep in. The world outside this room was different, harsher. Seungcheol wasn’t just any man; he was an idol, adored by millions. And you… you were just a girl from Germany, someone who had stumbled into his life by accident.

You sighed softly, careful not to wake him. It was easy to get lost in the fantasy here, in the quiet intimacy of the early morning, but what would happen when you left this room? He had a life in South Korea—a public, highly scrutinized life. And you? You had your life in Germany, far away from the spotlight and the complexities of fame.

Seungcheol stirred beside you, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He smiled sleepily, pulling you closer. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You smiled back, but the weight in your chest only grew heavier. "Good morning."

For a moment, you stayed there, wrapped in each other, neither wanting to face the inevitable. But as much as you wanted to stay in this perfect moment forever, you knew the conversation couldn’t wait.

“We need to talk,” you said softly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes.

Seungcheol frowned slightly, sensing the seriousness in your tone. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, unsure of how to start. “This… last night, it was incredible. But you know we can’t keep this up, right? You’re an idol, Seungcheol. You live in Korea. And I… I’m just a girl from Germany.”

He sat up, his expression darkening. “What are you saying? That last night didn’t mean anything?”

“No, it meant everything,” you quickly reassured him. “That’s the problem. It meant too much. But you and I… we live in two different worlds. How can we possibly make this work? We just met, you don’t know me and I don’t know you“

Seungcheol ran a hand through his hair, frustration building in his eyes. “I don’t care about the distance. I don’t care about what anyone else thinks. I want to be with you.”

Tears stung your eyes as you shook your head. “But it’s not just about us, is it? You know how it is for idols. The fans, the media… if they found out, it would destroy you. It would ruin everything you’ve worked for.”

He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “I don’t care about any of that. I’ve spent my whole life doing what’s expected of me. For once, I want to do what I want.”

“But at what cost?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Do you really want to throw everything away for me? For someone who lives on the other side of the world?”

Silence hung between you, thick and suffocating. Seungcheol’s eyes softened, the fight draining out of him as the reality of your words sank in.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And it’s funny because we just met, but we talked about things nobody knows.“

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you reached out, cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t want to lose you either. But we have to be realistic. We can’t be together… not like this.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. For a moment, you stayed like that, holding onto each other as if you could stop the inevitable from happening. But deep down, you both knew the truth.

With a heavy heart, you pulled away, grabbing your clothes and getting dressed in silence. Seungcheol didn’t stop you. He simply sat there, watching as you prepared to leave, his face a mask of heartbreak.

Before you left, you turned to him one last time. “Maybe one day things will be different. But for now… this is goodbye.”

His eyes were glossy, but he nodded, understanding that there was nothing more to say. "Goodbye, Y/N."

And with that, you left the room, your heart breaking with every step. As you walked down the hotel corridor, you realized that some love stories don’t have happy endings—not because they aren’t real, but because the world isn’t ready for them.

Seungcheol would always be a part of you, a memory tucked away in your heart. But your worlds were too different, the distance too great. And no matter how much you wished otherwise, some things were just not meant to be.

Seungcheol would just be a beautiful memory tucked away with he thought about lollapalooza 2024.

[awkward-imaginations]

| First Impressions |

tetsuro kuroo x f!reader

The first time Kuroo saw you was when he noticed you sitting with Kenma, happily playing video games together. Intrigued by how close you and Kenma seemed, Kuroo asked about you on their walk home. Kenma described you as a fellow gamer and new student at Nekoma High. Kuroo's curiosity grew so he decided to introduce himself.

warnings/notes: highschool romance, fluff (maybe suggestive?), slight angst, I do NOT write fanfictions or storys normally, this is a first, so I am generally sorry for everything. CRINGE. def will be cringe in some parts. I'm a big sucker for Kuroo, him and Kenma may be ooc but I don't care this is my story and I just need to get it out of my head so I can finally write my Master's Thesis in peace. Also, english is not my first language. This has been "proofread" by my friends (who are also non-native speakers, lmao). If you find any mistakes, you can keep them.

word count: 1784

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The first time Kuroo saw you was when he walked past your classroom. You were sitting across from Kenma at his table, happily chatting and playing on some sort of portable console. Your laughter was soft but infectious, causing Kenma to occasionally glance up from his game with a rare smile.

"She must be the new student Kenma was talking about," Kuroo thought as he paused to watch for a moment. He would have been lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when Kenma mentioned he had made a friend on the first day of the new school year. Kenma didn’t share much about you, but Kuroo knew you had transferred to Nekoma High in the second year because your father had a new job, prompting your family to move to Tokyo. He also knew you liked video games and were a bit of a recluse at times. However, discovering you were a pretty girl was news to him.

Naturally, he brought it up with Kenma on their way home. “So, why didn’t you tell me your new classmate is a girl?” Kuroo asked, intrigued. Kenma looked at him, puzzled. “Does it matter? Besides, I had a feeling you'd be annoying about it.” Kuroo feigned shock, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. “What? Me? Annoying?!” Kenma rolled his eyes. “You're exaggerating.” Kuroo couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, you think so?”

They continued walking but were suddenly startled by the sound of a ringing bell. Kuroo turned around to see you riding past them on a bicycle. “See you tomorrow, Kenma!” you called out with a beaming smile, waving to him. Kenma raised his hand briefly and nodded. “See you tomorrow,” he said quietly in return.

Kuroo watched you with growing curiosity as you rode away. He couldn’t help but stare a bit. Your hair blew gently in the wind, and you seemed to be in your own little bubble of happiness.

“Looks like she’s really nice,” he remarked, still looking after you. Kenma shrugged. “Yeah, she’s all right. Someone who loves games as much as she does can’t be too bad.” Kuroo grinned mischievously. “Oh, is that so? Maybe I should talk to her sometime.” Kenma sighed. “Do what you want but remember she’s new. She might need some time to adjust to everything.” Kuroo nodded with a smirk. “Sure, I’ll be nice.”

 “Ah, not too hot and not too cold,” you said as you sank down next to Kenma on the bench outside the next day. He grinned and held out a bottle of green iced tea from the vending machine. “Yeah.” You thanked him and took a sip before returning to your Chemistry Book. “I really don't know why you're still doing school stuff during break,” Kenma remarked, switching on his console. “My dad bagged my PSP last night because I was playing for too long. Sorry, dad, but time travel is basically cheating, and I didn't want to miss an event.” Kenma had to stifle his laughter while you looked at him with an offended pout.

For a while, you sat next to each other in silence, reading, playing and occasionally taking a sip of iced tea. After a few minutes, the conversations in the schoolyard became a vague background noise. The letters blurred before your eyes as you began to lose yourself in your thoughts. Since the end of school yesterday, you couldn't stop thinking about the student Kenma shared the walk home with. Even in the brief moment you passed the two of them, you realized how incredibly familiar they seemed with each other (an how attractive Kenmas friend was), why didn't they spend time together during breaks? Was Kenma just hanging out with you out of pity because you were the new girl?

Before your thoughts could spiral any further into a negative direction, they were interrupted by Kenma's voice. “Is everything alright?” You turned your head directly in his direction, his gaze fixed on the screen of his PSP. He noticed you not saying anything and continued, “I haven't heard you turn a page for a while and thought you might need some help.“ You blinked a few times into space. “Um, yeah. No. Actually... I must've spaced out; I wasn't really thinking about anything.” Except your cute friend. Disbelieving, Kenma looked up from his console briefly. You felt your cheeks heat up at the lie you just told and quickly returned to staring at your book, which you lifted a little to hide your face. “Right,” Kenma finally said and returned to his game.

Not sharing your thoughts just caused them to stir up in your head again. You felt the need to express them verbally, otherwise you wouldn't be able to concentrate all day. But before you could breathe in enough air (and courage) to ask Kenma about his friend, he came running towards you, grinning broadly. “Oy, Kenma, why haven't you introduced me to your new friend yet?”

While Kenma didn’t seem bothered to look up from his game at all, you turned your gaze to Kuroo. Your eyes met for a second, but before he could say anything else when he came to a halt in front of you, Kenma sighed and answered, “Because you spend way too much time on your university prep courses, nerd.” Kuroo gripped the back of his neck with one hand and put on an apologetic look before shifting his attention back to you, “I’m Kuroo Tetsuro,” he said his voice deep and smooth.

You noticed that your heart was beating a little faster and for an uncomfortably long second you couldn't get a sensible sentence together in your head. “I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you”, you finally brought forth, still looking at him. Your first impression wasn't wrong, he looked really good. Tall, broad shoulders with an athletic posture, dark, messy hair with piercing eyes. Had Kenma really just called him a nerd? Him?

Kuroo's smile widened as he noticed your lingering gaze. “Likewise. I’ve heard you’re quite the gamer,” he said, trying to keep the conversation light. You shrugged. “I dabble. Although my father has just banned me from it so that I can concentrate better on school.” 

“Ah, I see,” Kuroo remarked. “No wonder you two befriended each other rather quickly.” Kenma, still focused on his game, muttered, “Yes, but now Y/N reads boring text books during breaks and I have to take on the bosses alone.“ You laughed nervously, the sound drawing Kuroo’s attention even more. “I'm sure I'll get my PSP back soon if I get better grades this school year”, you said, your confidence evident.

„If it’s nothing else, maybe I can help you with that?“ Kuroo asked, leaning in a little further towards you. It was then you noticed his uniform, which he wore in a laid-back, effortless style. His tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, and his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows. He had even ditched the blazer altogether, giving him a relaxed and approachable look. Your face must’ve given away, that you had no idea what he was getting at.

“By tutoring, of course,” Kuroo added with a playful smile, leaning back slightly as if to give you some space again to process his offer. You blinked, feeling a mix of surprise and curiosity. “You would help me with my studies?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. “Of course,” Kuroo replied smoothly. “Anything to help a friend of Kenma's.“

Kenma, still immersed in his game, shot Kuroo a quick, knowing glance but didn’t comment. You looked at Kenma, seeking some sort of silent approval or encouragement, but he remained focused on his screen. “Um, that would be great, actually,” you said, a small smile forming on your lips. “I could definitely use some help with chemistry.”

“Perfect,” Kuroo said, his grin widening. “We can start tomorrow after school, if that works for you.”

“Sure, that sounds good,” you agreed, feeling a flutter of nervous excitement. “Thank you, Kuroo.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, waving off your thanks. “I’ll make sure you get your PSP back in no time.”

Kenma finally looked up from his game, giving you both a thoughtful look. “Just don’t let him distract you too much,” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

You laughed softly, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’ll try my best.”

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the break, you gathered your things and stood up. Kuroo and Kenma followed suit, and the three of you started walking back to the school building together.

“By the way,” Kuroo said, falling into step beside you, “have you joined any clubs yet?” You shook your head. “Not yet. I’m still getting settled in and figuring out what I want to do. Why are you asking? Did you want to advertise yours?“ Kuroo noticed your teasing tone, but ignored it for now. “No, well, maybe a little. I’m the captain of the volleyball team. You should come watch us practice sometime.“

You hesitated for a moment, you knew volleyball from you friends at you former highschool, but their team wasn’t very good. To be precise, "good" was never a word you would think of in connection with their team to begin with. That's why the sport has remained uninteresting to you so far but the idea of watching Kuroo during practice was too tempting to resist. The thought of seeing him a little sweaty and worn out from training made your heart race. You could already picture his shirt clinging to his toned body, hair damp and falling into his eyes. The image made your cheeks heat up, but you quickly pushed the thought away, trying to stay focused on the conversation.

You nodded frantically. “Sounds interesting. Maybe I will check out your team.” Kuroo looked at you, smiling, he porbably noticed your little mental excursion. “Great! From next week on we practice after school every day. Just drop by the gym anytime.”

“Just be prepared for Kuroo to show off,” Kenma added and Kuroo chuckled. “I don’t show off, Kenma. I demonstrate. There’s a difference.”

As you reached your classroom, Kenma turned to Kuroo. “See you after school?”

“Yeah, see you,” he said, giving both of you a small wave before he added with a wink, „Ah, Y/N-Chan! Don’t forget about our study date tomorrow.”

“I won’t,” you promised, watching him go with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. As you settled back into your seat, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe there was also a good side to your father taking your console.

[luckybyrdrobyn]

Chapter 1 draft 1 (its technically draft 2 but we don't talk about that one)

It was a pleasant night in Miyazaki, the wind was low and the temperature of the air was a pleasant chill. The full moon illuminating the few corners untouched by the streetlights. The only shadow cast came in the silhouette of the stranger who made their way swiftly down the street, long striding steps causing their cloak to billow around and behind them despite the non-existent wind.

There is the vague outline of a bundle, disappearing in and out of folds of black fabric. The stranger holds it close to their chest as if to shield it from view of their surroundings. Not that anyone who might catch a glimpse here would care much more than to gossip the oddity over a lunch break the next day. But the strangers appearance alone is enough to spike that curiosity.

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Further down the street is the hose of Kuroo Tanoshi and Keriena, marked by a goofy Halloween skeleton with a now empty bowl in hand and a sign reading "take one" in spiky characters.

Kuroo Tanoshi was a well built man with neat black hair and warm brown eyes that could see into your soul. He was a kind man who valued the comfort of those around him, often more than his own, much to his wife's chargin.

He worked at a small chemist, preparing prescriptions and identifying worrying customers' maladies. While the pay was not the most ideal, he would often state that he "wouldn't take any jobs over it", finding happiness in aiding those who came to him.

Keriena Kuroo was a confident woman, with a toned body that didn't quite match the heavily pregnant silhouette she currently supported. Her long dark brown hair was cropped short underneath and her eyes were dark enough to be black. Tanoshi would often declare that they held all the stars of the night if their depths.

While currently on maternity leave, Keriena had still been burrying herself into her work, unable to stay out of the loop for even a week, let alone three. She worked as a detective and field agent in the local law enforcement with a 89% success rate in her field.

Keriena is seated at their dinner table as Tanoshi stands in their kitchen, cleaning the plates from the evening's meal. They chat amicably about Tanoshi's day and plans for their unborn son.

The conversation finds its way to forgein politics and Keriena mentions that it's been a year since the end of the mass murders in London. The news had spread quickly around the world at the time. The sudden end to an eleven year war was bound to cause ripples, even in Japan.

No one was certain how the cult leader had died. There were speculations in Keriena's workplace of course; bombs, gas leaks, structural damage enough to crush the leader, even the occasional suggestion it was suicide for one reason or another.

The Potters had been the only ones home that night, the young couple and their son. At the end of the incident, the only member left unaccounted for was 1 year old Harry. Neighbours had heard him crying in an upstairs room after the incident but when responders got up there, there was no baby in sight.

It sparked a huge search at the time. But no reports or reminders had been put out about it since June. One baby, no matter how symbolic, wasn't worth the time and money when you were rebuilding from a war after all. The boy who lived, forgotten, reduced to a title to stir action.

A quiet fell momentarily as the couple sat in contemplation. Tanoshi with his mouth set in a grim line, never one for such sour endings, as he finished in the kitchen and moved back towards the table. He bent to hold his wife for a moment, to thank the spirits that both her and their son were safe, that they had no need to fear such dangers.

A knock echoed from the front door. Three strong raps and then silence.

The couple traded looks, not expecting anyone at this time, moat of the trick-or-treaters having dwindled off an hour ago. Tanoshi, slightly spooked but never one to let others down, stepped away to answer the door anyway. Keriena a short ways behind him, curious and cautious.

There was nothing visible through the peep-hole but Tanoshi proceeded to unlock and open the door eyes automatically scanning the front garden and along the street for figures. It was Keriena's gasp that made him look down. Following her gaze to their doorstep his eyes found a small bundle.

Neatly wrapped in green cloth, clutching a letter in one small chubby hand was a little boy with a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. He couldn't have been much older than two, tiny face, framed by messy black hair scrunched in some sort of dream as he sat there, no other person in sight.

Picking up the child carefully, neither of the Kuroos noticed the soft crack as the stranger across the street turned on his heel and disappeared, only a corner of his cloak waving behind as he left. Harry Potter was safe for now, their job was done.

[its-rat-time-babey]

Fun fact about Hinobi Tech Support: The entire fic owes its existence to another fic called Hinobi Chat Log Day 69. I know the writer has or had a tumblr account at some point so if you’re reading this I cannot thank you enough for writing it.

Basically right after I watched through all of Glitch Techs and started going through its small amount of (non-porn or massive crossover) fanfiction, I stumbled across it, read through the entire thing and essentially went “This looks fun, I should try writing my own chat fic” and the end result was the first 3 chapters of HTSBD. Then I don’t even know how or why, but I got an A03 account and posted it and I’ve been working on it since.

Also another fun fact:

Miko and Mitch’s typing styles are references to Hinobi Chat Log Day 69. Mitch never uses periods at the end of his posts, just like he does in Day 69, and Miko never uses capitalization or punctuation besides the occasional exclamation point or question mark, again, just like Day 69. The only difference is that my version of Miko has access to autocorrect, and I guarantee that without it she’d be typing just like she does in Day 69.

Another reference to Day 69 is in chapter 8. In it, Zahra, while trying to figure out Miko’s reset immunity, mentions Miko’s ADHD while assuming that Miko is already diagnosed with it, which takes Miko by surprise because she’s barely even knows what ADHD is.

This scene, with Zahra accidentally diagnosing Miko and that being how Miko figures out she has ADHD, is one big reference to Day 69, when almost the exact same thing happens with some different context:

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 11　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Rin Morishita sat in the passenger seat of a sleek black sports car, her long dark brown hair loose and cascading in waves down her back. The vehicle hummed smoothly as it sped along the highway from Tokyo to Niigata, the city skyline gradually giving way to rolling hills and distant mountains. Beside her, Kento Nanami maintained a firm grip on the wheel, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the casual conversation they shared.

Rin’s caramel brown eyes flicked occasionally to Nanami. She kept her posture dignified, her hands resting gracefully on her lap, fingers occasionally brushing the hem of her elegant, dark-colored dress. Despite her composed exterior, there was a sense of readiness in her, a hint of the wild ferocity she displayed in battle lurking beneath the surface. The stress of recent events had her on edge.

In the backseat, Yuta Okkotsu and Yuji Itadori chatted animatedly, their youthful energy filling the car with a lively buzz. Okkotsu, with his serious yet gentle nature, balanced out Itadori’s exuberance. Their conversation occasionally drew a soft smile from Rin, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she listened to their banter.

Turning her attention back to Nanami, Rin broke the comfortable silence between them, "Nanami-san, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you choose to bring Itadori specifically on this mission?"

Nanami's lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smile as he continued to focus on the road. "I think Itadori has been spending too much time with Gojo lately," he replied, his tone polite but firm, "Gojo can be a bad influence, and I believe it’s important for Itadori to learn from different perspectives. Especially in this type of investigation."

Rin nodded thoughtfully, her eyes lingering on Nanami's profile, "That makes sense. It’s good for him to have varied experiences and guidance."

The scenery outside the car window changed from urban to rural, the lush greenery and open fields of the countryside providing a serene backdrop to their journey. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the road ahead, creating a tranquil ambiance within the car.

"We're about an hour out," Rin said, glancing back at the young men in the back seat. Okkotsu and Itadori, sensing the shift in mood, quieted down, their expressions mirroring the seriousness of the task ahead.

As the sleek black sports car approached Niigata, the atmosphere inside grew tense with anticipation. The city's skyline loomed closer, a mix of modern structures and historical buildings reflecting the complexity of their mission. Nanami's focus sharpened, and he began outlining their plan for the investigation.

"We're heading to the drug manufacturing facility first," Nanami said, his voice steady and authoritative, "It's managed by the Kamo clan, so we need to be prepared. They have a reputation for appearing cooperative but hiding crucial information beneath that façade."

Rin nodded, her eyes locked onto Nanami's, "Their courtesy can be deceiving. We'll need to be vigilant."

Nanami glanced briefly at the rearview mirror, catching Yuji Itadori’s eyes. "Itadori, Morishita and I will handle the official side of things, speaking with the leaders of the facility. Your task will be to sneak in and see what you can find beneath the surface. The Kamo clan might be eager to show us certain areas while keeping the real operation hidden."

Itadori nodded, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a serious expression, "Understood, Nanami-san."

Rin turned in her seat to face Yuta Okkotsu, "Okkotsu, you'll join Itadori, please. Use your skills to help him uncover whatever they're hiding. Stay alert and watch each other's backs."

Yuta nodded firmly, "Got it. If needed, may I use Rika?"

Rin’s gaze softened slightly, understanding the gravity of releasing Rika, "Yes, you have my permission. Only if the situation demands it."

Yuta gave a determined nod, his resolve evident, "Thank you, ma'am."

As they entered Niigata, the car navigated through the bustling streets, drawing closer to the Kamo clan’s facility. The building stood imposing and guarded, its exterior blending seamlessly with the surrounding architecture but exuding an air of secrecy and danger. The distinct presence of curses was thick in the air surrounding the building.

Nanami parked the car a short distance away, in a spot concealed from direct view of the facility. "Remember, we need to maintain our cover. Morishita and I will present ourselves as we are, inquiring about the drug operations and the incident with Gojo. They'll be expecting us. Itadori, Okkotsu, wait for our signal before making your move," Nanami explained.

Rin adjusted her long dark brown hair, ensuring it was neat and composed, "We’ll handle the leaders. Keep in touch through the comms, and be careful."

Itadori and Okkotsu nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and readiness. The two young sorcerers exited the car and slipped into the shadows, moving with practiced stealth towards the facility.

Nanami paused, waiting for the two of them to disappear from sight before he turned to Rin. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes," she answered with a nod, "Let's go."

Nanami and Rin stepped out, their demeanor poised and professional as they straightened their attire. As they approached the entrance, the guards eyed them warily.

"Good afternoon," Nanami said with a polite bow, "We've come to investigate the operations of this facility under the suggestion of Masamichi Yaga. A recent incident with Satoru Gojo has us interested in what exactly you're manufacturing here."

The guard glanced at his partner then back at Nanami. "Yes, sir. Please give me a moment while I contact the representative in charge today."

The interior of the facility was meticulously clean, with an air of clinical precision that belied its true purpose. They were greeted by a representative of the Kamo clan, who welcomed them with a courteous smile. The man wore a comfortable looking Yukata and his mask was pure white with splotches of red paint. "Welcome, esteemed guests. How can we assist you today?" He said, though the smile never reached his eyes.

Nanami responded with equal politeness, masking his suspicion, "We’re here to discuss your operations and ensure compliance with the regulations regarding cursed energy. The incident with Gojo caused quite the commotion and we are curious as to what exactly you've created here."

The representative nodded eagerly, gesturing for them to follow, "Of course, please, come this way. We’re always happy to share our methods and ensure transparency between the groups."

Meanwhile, Yuji and Yuta had slipped into the facility through a less guarded entrance, moving swiftly and quietly through the corridors. They exchanged quick, silent signals, covering each other as they navigated the maze-like interior. The many doors often lead to rooms that housed restrained cursed spirits or more horrifically held jars of unknown substances and cold storage with harvested curse blood or organs.

Itadori quietly closed a door behind him and waved his hand to get Okkotsu's attention as the latter did the same across the hall. Okkotsu held up his cellphone with photos of the inside of the room and Itadori pointed at him with a grin before he pulled out his own phone to begin taking photos. As they navigated deeper, the guards became more present and the two took to the shadows once again.

In the main part of the facility, Rin and Nanami continued their conversation with the Kamo clan representative, their polite façade masking the underlying tension. They probed gently, seeking to uncover inconsistencies in the information being presented.

"Are you certain the side effects of this substance aren't dangerous?" Rin asked, barely masking the grimace as she held the glass dish with a sample of the congealed black liquid, "Gojo and one of his companions who ingested it immediately lost control of themselves."

"Ah, yes but they were likely already on something else," the representative suggested, "We haven't tested it in combination with other illegal substances yet."

"Don't you think that's irresponsible?" Nanami asked, his eyes carefully watching Rin as she set the dish back down on the table.

"We need to offset the deficit from the manufacturing process," the man offered, "But we have taken those findings into consideration."

"And what of the curses that are expelled from the non-sorcerers who consume it?" Nanami asked, his eyes meeting the representative's gaze.

The man's expression darkened, but his smile never faded. He sat up straighter in his seat and placed his hands on his knees. "So you've seen that, have you?"

Back in the shadows, Itadori and Okkotsu stumbled upon a heavily secured door, its presence indicating something significant lay beyond. Okkotsu signaled to Itadori, who nodded in understanding. The guards posted by the door were armed, both of them wearing sorcerer masks as well. The masks were unfortunately plain black, leaving no hint of what kind of technique they may possess. Okkotsu caught Itadori’s eye and subtly pointed to his phone, then gestured for Itadori to check his own.

Itadori glanced at his phone and saw a message from Okkotsu: "I'll distract them, you go for the door and see what kind of security we need to bypass."

Itadori nodded in agreement, his expression serious. Okkotsu moved off silently, slipping into the shadows to create a distraction. Itadori waited, his muscles tensed and ready to spring into action. A moment later, a loud bang echoed through the facility, the sound of a steel pipe hitting the ground reverberating off the walls.

The two guards stationed by the door immediately reacted, rushing towards the source of the noise. Itadori took advantage of the distraction, darting to the now unguarded door. He inspected it quickly, noting the electronic passcode panel and the faint glow of a cursed technique barrier protecting it.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the door, capturing the details of both the passcode system and the cursed barrier. His mind raced with potential ways to bypass the security, but he knew he needed more information and possibly assistance from the others.

Just as he finished taking the photos, he heard the guards returning, their footsteps echoing ominously in the corridor. Itadori quickly retreated to his hiding spot, blending into the shadows as he awaited Okkotsu's return.

Moments later, Okkotsu reappeared, his eyes scanning the area before he joined Itadori in their concealed spot. "What did you find?" he typed into his phone.

Itadori showed Okkotsu the photos on his phone and then typed, "The door has a passcode and a cursed technique barrier. We'll need to figure out how to bypass both."

Okkotsu studied the images, his brow furrowing in concentration. Okkotsu suggested the retreat for now and regroup and Yuji nodded. They moved silently back through the facility, their steps careful and deliberate. The atmosphere was tense, the weight of their mission pressing heavily upon them. Reaching a safe distance from the secured door, they found a discreet spot to contact Rin and Nanami.

Meanwhile, in the main part of the facility, Rin and Nanami continued their conversation with the Kamo clan representative.

"The cursed spirits being born of the substance is... Troubling. But we have taken steps to keep it out of non-sorcerer hands." The representative said, the tension in his voice was unmistakable.

"Yes, but how can you be sure?" Rin asked, "The incident with Gojo, for example, happened when a younger member gave it to him. The dealer didn't know it would be passed along. This kind of thing could easily end up in a non-sorcerer's hands this way."

"Yes, well, we would gladly take responsibility for such occurrences but it's unlikely to happen. After the incident with Gojo-san we have taken more precautions." The representative said dismissively.

Nanami’s phone vibrated softly in his pocket, and he excused himself briefly, stepping away to check the message from Yuta. His eyes flickered with understanding as he read the details, then he returned to Rin, whispering discreetly to her about the situation. Rin’s expression remained composed, though a flicker of concern passed through her caramel eyes. She nodded slightly.

"If you wouldn't mind," Nanami said calmly, "We will discuss this further with Yaga-san before we continue. Expect us to visit once again."

The representative nodded, standing up with Rin. He spouted some meaningless and polite words as he led them both to the exit. All exchanged goodbyes before Nanami and Rin returned to the car where Okkotsu and Itadori were waiting.

"Are we in the clear?" Nanami asked.

"Yes, sir. No one noticed us and we were careful to leave doors locked and closed." Itadori answered.

"Excellent work," Nanami said with a nod, "Now, about this door."

"Yes, sir," Itadori pulled out his phone and let Nanami look through the photos, "The passcode is likely around six digits and the curse on the door wasn't something I couldn't figure out. Sorry. I tried but it wasn't something I've seen before."

"Not a problem," Nanami said with a nod as he returned the phone, "It's not something you are proficient in anyway."

"Us either, unfortunately," Rin interjected, handing Okkotsu his phone back after taking her own look at the photos, "We'll need to come back, it seems."

"Let's get to the hotel for now," Nanami suggested, "We need to dress for the auction tonight."

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After a long day of investigation, the group returned to their hotel to prepare for the evening's event. In her room, Rin stood before a full-length mirror, her long dark brown hair slightly damp still from the shower around her shoulders. With practiced ease, she twisted her hair up into an elegant bun, securing it with a few pins. She then slipped into a stunning phthalo green dress that accentuated her graceful figure, the rich color bringing out the caramel tones of her eyes. Satisfied with her appearance, she allowed herself a moment to take a deep breath and center herself.

In his own room, Nanami was meticulously getting ready. He chose a black turtleneck that highlighted his broad shoulders and paired it with a tan blazer that gave him a sophisticated, yet approachable look. His outfit was completed with dark slacks and polished shoes, embodying his usual sense of understated elegance.

Meanwhile, Itadori and Okkotsu were in their shared room, struggling slightly with their attire. They wore button-up shirts and slacks, trying to achieve a level of formality they were not entirely accustomed to. Okkotsu adjusted his collar for what felt like the hundredth time, while Itadori fumbled with his tie, eventually opting to go without it.

Nanami knocked on their door and entered, taking a moment to assess their appearance. His keen eye for detail noted the minor imperfections in their outfits. "Stand still," he instructed, stepping forward to straighten Okkotsu’s collar and smooth out the wrinkles in Itadori's shirt.

"You both look presentable now," Nanami said with a nod of approval, "Remember, appearances matter tonight. We are representing the Yaga group as well as Tenjiku."

Itadori and Okkotsu nodded in understanding, and they followed him out into the hallway where they met Rin. Nanami’s eyes briefly lingered on her, appreciating the elegance and poise she radiated in her phthalo green dress. Rin’s calm demeanor and poised confidence were palpable, and Nanami felt a surge of quiet admiration for her.

"Shall we?" Rin asked, her voice steady and composed.

The group made their way to the auction venue, a lavish building adorned with opulent decor that masked the illicit activities taking place within its walls. Upon entering, they were greeted by the sight of elegantly dressed patrons mingling amidst "priceless" works of art. The soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses created an atmosphere of refined elegance.

Nanami and Rin moved seamlessly through the crowd, their demeanor polished and unassuming. They exchanged pleasantries with other guests, subtly gathering information and observing the dynamics of the room. Itadori and Okkotsu, slightly less comfortable in such a setting, followed their lead, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible.

Rin’s presence drew attention, her striking and recognizable appearance catching the eyes of several attendees. Yet, her composed demeanor and polite interactions kept any undue interest at bay.

"Ah, Miss Morishita," a well dressed foreign man in a gray tailored suit said as he approached her, "Long time no see." He was built strong and his dark wavy hair was slicked back. His thick mustache was carefully groomed and sported a few streaks of gray.

"Oh! My goodness, is that you Mr. Castillo?" Rin said with a gentle and pleasant laugh, "It has been quite some time."

"Yes! Not since me and the family came to visit two years ago!" Castillo chuckled, "My sons were quite taken with Tenjiku, as was I." He winked at her before taking a sip of his champagne. His eyes drifted to Nanami, his dark eyes narrowing slightly and lips pulling into a smirk.

"Kento Nanami," Nanami introduced himself, holding out his hand which Castillo took in a firm handshake.

"You're one of Yaga's boys, aren't you?" Castillo asked, "Last time I saw him I'd only met the long haired fellow. Aren't there three of you under him?"

"Geto, yes. He's very dependable," Nanami said politely, "Gojo is more free spirited, but the three of us work well together and keep everyone out of trouble."

"Speaking of trouble, messy business with that King of Curses," Castillo said, "What was that about?"

"Sukuna was a very old and dangerous sorcerer," Rin explained, "He'd discovered a way to reach us but he was quickly restrained and is currently sealed away safely."

"Elegant dodge of my question as usual," Castillo chuckled at Rin's wry smile, "But I understand. We all have our secrets." He paused for a moment before he asked, "I am aware though that one of your business partners was injured quite severely. How is she doing?"

"She's recovering quite well actually," Rin answered, "Though she will be affected for the rest of her life, she still lives and that's enough for now."

Nanami suddenly noticed something as it was going on. A loose strand of Rin's hair had grown and branched across to be held in Castillo's hand. He carefully watched the almost imperceptible tapping of Castillo's fingers and recognized Morse code. He couldn't catch the letters, not wanting to stare more than necessary and catch unwanted attention.

After short time, Castillo stepped back and Rin's hair slipped back and retracted. Nanami watched as Rin smiled at him and the two exchanged a few final pleasantries before she hooked her arm with his and led him to another art piece.

"Castillo is one of our larger donors," Rin explained softly, "I asked him for information about who is leading this auction. Get this: it's a medical group based in Malaysia."

"Really?" Nanami asked, "Then that certainly would explain the experimentation. Did he have any names maybe?"

"No, but he will send me their address. It's a long standing group that practices homeopathic cures only," Rin said, "Which, as awful as this sounds, means they're definitely up to no good. Nothing homeopathic only is able to stand on its own these days."

"Any mention of Q.N.?" Nanami asked, and as if on cue both Itadori and Okkotsu came by sporting a lovely flower on their shirt pocket.

"Oh!" Rin cooed, gently touching the white petals on the flower on Okkotsu's shirt, "How beautiful!"

Okkotsu beamed, "We helped a nice old woman who was going to her car. She gave them to us."

"Did she say what it was called?" Nanami asked, eyeing Rin as she admired the flower.

"Oh, something like... Night blooming something..." Itadori said, rubbing his chin, "Oh! The Queen of the Night she said."

Both Rin and Nanami stopped and immediately turned to each other.

"You don't suppose..." Rin's voice trailed off, waiting for Nanami to continue.

"Huh," Nanami pushed up his glasses, "Interesting. I suppose I've always wanted to visit Malaysia."

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Suguru Geto exhaled slowly, watching as the police officer he had been speaking with finally walked away, satisfied with Geto's assurances. The scene had been chaotic, a scuffle involving younger sorcerers that had spilled into local businesses, causing significant damage. Geto had arrived promptly, smoothing over the situation with practiced ease, offering compensation to the affected business owners and promising the police that he would handle the matter internally.

Hakari, Panda, and Inumaki stood nearby, their expressions a mix of guilt and defiance. As the officer disappeared from view, Geto turned his sharp gaze towards them, his eyes narrowing with barely contained anger.

"Follow me," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

He led them into a nearby alley, the shadows providing a semblance of privacy. The moment they were alone, Geto's demeanor shifted dramatically. He moved with startling speed, grabbing Hakari by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The impact reverberated through the narrow space, and Hakari winced, but did not resist.

"What were you thinking?" Geto hissed, his face inches from Hakari's, "Why did you take it upon yourself to instigate fights with the Zen'in again?"

Hakari swallowed hard, trying to muster a response. "I... I'm sorry, Geto-san. It was a mistake," he managed.

Geto’s grip tightened, his knuckles white. "Sorry isn't good enough. This isn't the first time, Hakari. Why do you keep doing this?" He growled.

Hakari's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and sadness, "It's because of Fumiya... I can't just let it go."

Geto’s expression darkened, a scowl forming on his face. He released Hakari abruptly, letting him slump against the wall. The mention of Fumiya’s death stirred a deep, unresolved frustration within him, but he couldn't allow that to excuse Hakari's reckless behavior.

"That’s not a reason to jeopardize everything we’re working for," Geto said, his voice low and harsh. "You need to think before you act, Hakari. Your actions have consequences, not just for you, but for everyone."

Hakari nodded, his head bowed in shame, "I understand. It won’t happen again."

Geto stepped back, his anger simmering but controlled. He glanced at Panda and Inumaki, who had remained silent but watchful throughout the confrontation. "The same goes for both of you. We need to stay focused and united. No more unnecessary fights, understood?" He snapped.

Panda and Inumaki nodded in unison, their expressions serious.

"Good," Geto said, his tone softening slightly. "Now let's get out of here before we attract any more attention."

As they left the alley, Geto’s thoughts lingered on Fumiya, the loss still clearly a raw wound for the younger sorcerers. Then of course there was the issue with Gojo still as well. The white haired man hadn't been stepping in to keep the peace with the boys as he promised to do, especially when he'd insisted he'd take up the mantle of mentor for the younger sorcerers in the group.

He walked away from the alley, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. The younger sorcerers had been acting increasingly rashly, and he knew he needed to address it with Gojo. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Gojo’s number, only to be met with the sound of endless ringing. No answer.

Geto sighed, a frown deepening the lines on his face. He had a strong suspicion about where Gojo was and who he was with. He dialed another number, this time calling Shimizu. The phone rang twice before it was answered, the background noise a clear indication of a lively and chaotic atmosphere.

“Hello?” Shimizu’s voice came through, slightly slurred.

“Shimizu, where are you and Gojo?” Geto asked, his tone edged with irritation.

There was a pause, then a breathy giggle from Shimizu, “We’re at Tenjiku. Why? What’s up?”

Geto pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling heavily, “I need to talk to Gojo. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sure, sure. We’ll be here,” Shimizu replied, clearly drunk and amused by the situation.

Geto ended the call and headed towards Tenjiku, his frustration mounting with each step. Upon arrival, he was greeted by the sight of revelry and indulgence. He pushed through the crowd, searching for Gojo and Shimizu.

Finally, he spotted them. Gojo was sprawled out on a plush couch, his head resting on a woman's lap. She was pouring alcohol from a bottle, letting it trickle through her exposed breasts as Gojo squeezed them together, laughing drunkenly. Shimizu sat nearby, equally intoxicated and watching the scene with a dopey grin.

Geto’s eyes narrowed in disapproval. He approached the group, his presence immediately drawing their attention. The woman looked up, startled, while Gojo’s laughter trailed off as he registered Geto’s stern expression.

“Suguru! Join the party!” Gojo slurred, raising his glass in a mock toast.

“We need to talk, Gojo,” Geto said, his voice firm. “Now.”

Gojo’s playful demeanor faltered slightly under Geto’s serious gaze and pointed use of his last name. He sat up, albeit unsteadily, and waved the woman away. “Alright, alright. What’s so urgent?” he slurred, blinking his eyes and trying to focus.

Geto gestured for Gojo to follow him, and Shimizu stumbled to his feet, joining them. They moved to a quieter corner of the establishment, away from prying eyes and ears.

“The younger sorcerers have still been acting recklessly,” Geto began, his tone calm but edged with frustration. “Hakari, Panda, and Inumaki got into a fight with the Zen'in again, causing a scene and damaging property. I had to smooth things over with the police and pay off business owners.”

Gojo’s expression turned serious, though the alcohol still dulled his features, “Why didn’t you just call me?”

“I did,” Geto replied, his voice tight. “You didn’t answer. I guessed you were with Shimizu, so I called him instead.”

Gojo winced slightly, the reality of the situation cutting through his inebriation, “Alright, alright. I’ll talk to them. It’s just... things have been intense lately. Everyone’s on edge.”

“That’s no excuse,” Geto said sharply, “We need to set an example. If we don’t, this kind of behavior will continue, and the consequences will only get worse.”

Gojo nodded, finally grasping the seriousness of the situation, “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. I’ll handle it.”

Geto’s expression softened slightly, “Just... be there for them, Gojo. They look up to you and things are dangerous right now.”

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, I know. I get it. I’ll do better.”

Satisfied, Geto stepped back, “Alright. Let’s get you both out of here.”

He helped Shimizu to his feet and guided the two of them out of the establishment, their footsteps unsteady but moving in the right direction. Geto’s mind was already turning to the next steps when he glanced back and quickly realized Gojo's true intentions.

He noticed Gojo’s gaze drifting. Following his line of sight, Geto saw a group of high-ranking Zen'in  members at a table across the room with a group of women, their presence exuding power and arrogance. Gojo’s eyes lingered on them, a hard, calculating look in his usually carefree eyes.

Geto didn't comment immediately, choosing instead to keep that observation in mind. He knew Gojo’s tendencies, his protective nature towards the younger sorcerers, and his disdain for the Zen'in's elitism. If those Zen'in members turned up dead, Geto would have a strong case to make about who was responsible.

The walk back to their safe house was a quiet one, with Shimizu stumbling occasionally and Gojo lost in his thoughts. Geto kept a steady pace, ensuring they didn’t attract unwanted attention. Once they arrived, Geto helped Shimizu to a couch and turned his attention to Gojo, who seemed to have sobered up slightly.

“Satoru,” Geto began, choosing his words carefully, “I noticed you watching those Zen'in men back at Tenjiku. What’s going on?”

Gojo’s expression hardened briefly before he sighed, running a hand through his white hair, “I don’t trust them. I know we're sayin' what happened with Fumiya was an accident, but it's just not sitting right with me.”

Geto nodded, his suspicions confirmed, “I understand. But as I've said we can’t afford to act rashly. The repercussions could be severe. We're on the cusp of a gang war, and no one wants that.”

Gojo looked up, his blue eyes serious, “Yeah, I know. But I just need to know if they did it on purpose. Because there will be consequences if I find out.”

“I understand that,” Geto said, placing a hand on Gojo’s shoulder, “But we need to be strategic. We can’t let emotions dictate our actions. Promise me you’ll be careful.”

Gojo held Geto’s gaze for a long moment before nodding, “I promise. But I won’t let them hurt our own again.”

Geto gave a small, understanding nod, “Neither will I. We’ll handle this together.”

With that, Geto moved to check on Shimizu, who had dozed off on the couch. He covered him with a blanket, then turned back to Gojo, “Go sleep off that alcohol. I'll keep an eye on things.”

Gojo nodded again, his expression weary, “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Suguru.”

As Geto retreated to his own room, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that this was just the beginning. The tension with the Zen'in group was slowly escalating, and he knew they would need to tread carefully to protect their own while navigating the dangerous politics.

The idea of another gang war made him nervous. The first time he'd been through one had been so awful and they were all so young. Yaga had done his best to protect the younger sorcerers back then and was only a lieutenant himself, but there was only so much he could do.

Losing Haibara and Koharu had been hard for all of them, so he knew how the young ones felt. But more worrying was how Gojo was reacting. It was almost like he wanted to let it happen. But, as long as Geto remained on his case he was sure that Gojo would behave. At least that's what he'd hoped for.

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Lamplight AU

What is Lamplight? Short answer, a DnD/Fantasy Third/Last Life Renchanting AU!

Long answer, here’s 20 Questions, the ficlet meant to introduce the concept.

Medium answer, Ren is a powerful god stuck in the form of living fire. Martyn is his sole follower. Martyn and Ren help free one another from imprisonment by the Watchers and are now traveling the world on a two-man adventure of fond companionship and occasional arson.

This AU has been written as I feel like it with absolutely no regard for chronology. If you have any questions about it feel free to ask! I also have a tag for it, “lamplight au,” which is where any writing, asks, or art go.

I’ll update this post with writing and art as it happens. Writing is organized chronologically, art is organized by artist and as it’s posted.

This AU was planned with the help of @/unexpectedly-haunted, whose designs for Martyn and Ren are linked at the start of the art section!

You can also find an archive of Lamplight on my writing blog, @driflew, under the same tag.

[AU itself is platonic, but ship content gets made for it]

And, for some other fun notes...

The (unofficial) Lamplight fan Discord Server can be found here!!

Martyn replied to my post saying he knows what Lamplight is, which is a wild thing to be able to say.

[Please do not spam the chats or the askboxes of Martyn, Ren, or anyone else with talk of this fic! Don’t need to annoy anyone with it, thank you!]

[Now that it's confirmed Martyn does know what Lamplight is, here are my thoughts on reading it on stream (he can can if he wants!)]

Lamplight writing

(for any works posted on both ao3 and tumblr where there are differences in content, consider ao3 the ‘correct,’ ‘updated,’ or ‘canon’ version. The AO3 versions are better, edited for quality, pacing, and often with extra bits not found in the tumblr versions)

The AO3 series with all works can be found here.

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Canon

Torchlight Arc

Torchlight

[Torchlight short fic: Ren POV] [this scene is also on Ao3, in Moonlight ch2]

Heliography (multi-chapter, complete)

[tumblr preview scene, incl in Heliography ch1]

Lamplight Arc

Strange Traveler (ao3) (tumblr)

From Here to There (incl 20Q and other scenes)

Incident at the Sleeping Hound (ao3) (tumblr)

Winter's Herald (ao3) (tumblr)

Moonlight Arc

Moonlight (multi-chapter, in-progress)

(ch one is also on tumblr, but significant edits were made when it was moved to ao3. i’m leaving the first version here unchanged, just for fun, but be aware it’s different)

Non-Canon

worship the ashes (ship, noncanonical)

featherlight (Treebark Week D2: Light/Dark. ambiguous on both the ship status and the canonical status… anime filler arc status lmao)

somniphobia (ship, noncanonical) (og version is also on tumblr, a fic from taking treebark Lamplight requests: Ren doesn't sleep)

Heat Haze (Treebark Week D4: Warmth/Breeze) (ship, noncanonical)

the only place i don't feel cold (Treebark Week D3/4: Build/Burn, Infernal/Divine) (ship, noncanonical) (og version is also on tumblr, a fic from taking treebark Lamplight requests: God of...)

Leaflight Series (Lamplight Roleswap) [ask about the Leaflight concept]

Cover Me in Roses

Ficlet of a different Lamplight offshoot

Other Writers

Help with plotting the AU has come from my friend Haunted, whose contributions to design, plot, and general function as a rubber duck have been greatly appreciated

Series

Desert Duo subplot series by @/cosmicretribution (Haunted's designs)

crystalline

Boat Boys subplot series by @/boatboysrowout

i said fuck it long ago

Canon-divergent horror series by @/sixteenth-days

so no head?

Oneshots (non canon)

the heart of the pyre by Zeph

striking steel by Apollo

guiding light by Apollo

Devotion of a God by Tide

Trespassers by Tide

Bog Bodies by Tide

Nearly Forgotten by Anpan

idk what to call this by seiber_sel

Lamplight/Leaflight ask by anon

Lamplight Art

if you want to draw Lamplight art, go ahead! i would love to see it! @ me and/or Haunted and i’ll put it here! if i don’t see it, send me a message! and be sure to check out these artists’ work and show them some love!

Haunted’s Lamplight Official™ Martyn design

Haunted’s Lamplight Official™ Ren design (ft. Martyn)

Haunted's Lamplight animatic, FIRE--this is an animatic for the latter half of the fic Torchlight and is really cool!

I hit the fucking link limit so the rest of the art can be found HERE

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Non-compete

chapter 1

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite!

Summary: Your super genius younger sister is offered a chance of a lifetime to work for either Oscorp or Stark industries straight out of high school. Her choices leave you stuck in an unrequited love triangle.

Warning: Slow Burn, Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead.

Norman Osborn x Reader, (not in this chapter Peter Parker x Reader)

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You sit in the hallway, tapping your shoe against the linoleum floor, nerves building as you wait with your sister. Emily however was the opposite, ever calm and more focused on her laptop than the upcoming interview.

Because of her age, a guardian, you, had to be present for it. You're so proud of her, she is the smartest person in the world, at least in your opinion. Your little genius had always been miles ahead of her peers and most adults. By the time most kids were learning to ride bikes she was already competing in national science competitions, collecting trophies like playing cards.

But all those smarts came with a downside—she got bored easily, and that’s when the trouble would start. If she wasn’t challenged enough, she’d find creative ways to stir things up, both at home and in school. Her teachers were constantly asking to move her up a few grades, but you refused—you wanted her to have the full experience of growing up with her peers, even if it meant managing a bit of mischief along the way.

At home, she’d tinker with electronics or 'improve' things around the house, which usually ended with something sparking off. Sure it led to the occasional electrical fire, but she meant well.

"Stop your embarrassing me." She hisses swatting you away.

"Your tags popping out," you whisper, recoiling back with a frown. You just want everything to be perfect for her.

"Fine." She sighs reluctantly. You perk up when she relents to your mothering. Its a bad habit you know, but it's a hard one to break.

“He is ready to see you now." The young, sharply dressed woman announces suddenly, catching you both off guard.

Emily stands first, clamping her laptop shut and shouldering her bag as you stand to follow.

“Excuse me are you her guardian?” She halts you abruptly.

“Oh yes, I was told she needed to have a guardian with her for this.” You answer unconfidently. Had you misread the email? No Emily would’ve said something. You look to your sister as she clutches her laptop, she just as confused as you are.

“I’m sorry Miss, but guardians must wait outside. If she proceeds to the next phase you’ll be allow to chaperon.” The lady explains.

“O-Oh sorry, sorry about that. Well um good luck Sparkles,” you stutter out nervously taking a stepback, nearly stumbling back into the chair.

She grimaces at the pet-name, and you instantly realize your mistake. You shrivel as you sink into the chair avoiding her gaze. She's annoyed, she’s told you before, but it just slips out sometimes.

“Well OK then I think we’re all set to go now, right?,” Emily asks sharply turning on her heals to face the professional woman.

You don’t look up as they leave through the double glass doors. No doubt when this is over she will be in a mood.

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The longer the wait the more nervous you feel. You try not to think about what is going on beyond the conference walls and slyly people watch.

Everyone seems to be your age or way older and that worried you. More and more this seems like a bad idea. You didn't want her thrusted into adulthood like you were. There were so many missed experiences that you wished you had and didn't want that for her. She was much too young for this. She should be applying for universities not presenting prototypes to old men in suits.

The conference rooms door open and you sit up anxiously. You perk up when you hear Emily's voice. She sounds happy, that had to be a good sign. At least you hope so.

You watch as Emily exits first, followed by a man who looks much older than your father. They don't seem to register your presences as they immerse themselves in technical language that you can’t follow.

You stay seated, pretending to go through your phone, trying your best not to embarrass her again. If the interview went bad they wouldn't still be talking right?

Emily mentions your name, you catch it, and tense when you find them both walking over to you.

"Mr. Osborn this is my sister," Emily introduces you suddenly. You shoot up from your seat too quickly, nearly spilling over your bag as you try and greet the man. He doesn’t seem to notice as he extends his hand and approaches. You force a smile, hoping he can’t see the nervous energy creeping through you.

“Hello,” you squeak out as he shakes your hand firmly. “N-Nice to meet you Mr. Osborn.”

"You can call me Norman," he corrects with a smirk. You look to Emily and gauge how your doing. She’s smiling, but somehow you know she isn’t happy with your performance thus far.

"You have a brilliant sister. Did she learn everything from you?"

"Oh no… I could never. I wish I was half as smart as her." You stammer out under his intense gaze. It feels like he is watching ever word that comes out of your mouth. It's nerve-wracking; you don’t want him to judge your sister poorly because of her bumbling, idiot of a sibling.

"She has always been super supportive. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her." Your sister cuts in quickly and you're grateful.

"I see. Well you did a fantastic job." He states before turning his attention back to your sister. You feel relief to be out of the spot light, it was never a place you longed to be, unlike her. "I wish I could stay longer, but I have another meeting to get to."

“Thank you for the opportunity Mr. Osborn.”

You snort at her professional facade, but when she frowns, you quickly look away and stifle it. It's so cute. You’d never heard her sound so mature before.

“Nonsense its an honor to meet such a promising young woman.”

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[feastingonfanfiction]

Waiting on the red string of fate

Alt ending 4 (chapter 3e)

Tanya Denali x fem!reader

Chapter 3e: Found you in Flowerbeds

Summary: You were drinking, but Tanya finds you else where in the night.

A/N: it's been a bit. Hope life's been treating you well, dear readers. I struggled a bit to write out this one 3e, but here it is. Consider reading the warnings for this one if you haven't already.

Bon Appétit, happy readings of another serving of angst.

Read the other parts on the materlist menu

Or start here at part 1

Warnings: This chapter I should warn that though I didn't write any scenes of what happened to MC, you can draw assumptions that it falls under non-con murder death aspects. And if the idea of implied stuff like that upsets you, please do not read.

There's also the usual warnings of ANGST(you should expect it at this point), hanahaki that has its own set of warnings(choking on flowers, blood, etc), and character death.

Her fated POV

You were in a bar or nightclub or whatever in a city too big and lively to care, sitting at the bar you nurse your drink, one of many you've had this night. You're not sure you're happy with the amount you've been drinking since your travels started, but you discovered for some reason it felt like the alcohol fought off the flowers if just for a bit, as it took your mind off the pain of your heart, clearing the airway, but once the intoxicated effects wore off the plants would be back.

You were currently tipsy, and you were free from the pain that your heart had of thinking of your blonde soulmate with someone else somewhere off in the world.

Occasionally you'd chat your heart aches away with the bartender, but today it seemed people came up to you to chat, some creepy but thank god that they eventually went away, you did end up chatting with a blonde stranger equally as intoxicated as you, she was wonderful company, you wish you could fall in love with someone else, to move on, but the flowers were a clear indication that it wasn't possible.

Eventually, you had to head back, calling it a night and heading towards the door. This bar was within an alleyway, and your hotel was near one direction. Too intoxicated and unaware of the eyes on you.

You shouldn't have walked alone.

Tanya's POV

Following the string to a massive city, Tanya felt she was close. Something didn't feel right earlier in the night when she still had a couple of miles until she reached the city limits, the sense of wrong growing, causing her to quicken her pace. Something deeply unsettling sent a chill through her bones, screaming at her senses.

Once in the city, she walked on following the string. Moving past towering skyscrapers and office buildings, moving past hotels and back alleys with few people who traverse the nights passing by without a second glance, until she notices your string trailing down a dark alley. Following after it, she sees it enter a bar. Perhaps you were still there? she fixes up her appearance before going in, hoping to make the best impression she can when she meets you. Eyes scanning the surroundings when she enters and then back to looking at the string that connects to you, she walks through, but to no avail as the string heads back out the door. Her heart falls a little bit at that. She missed you, who knows how long since you'd been here. She quickly leaves and runs after the string. Perhaps you were nearby.

Your string led out of the city. This didn't make sense to her. As she walked farther and farther where woods started to form around her as she followed your string down the highway road. Eventually, your string stopped and turned into the woods. She looks over seeing fresh tire tracks, having recently pulled over who knows how long ago. We're you left behind? Perhaps you called a cab? Why are you going into the woods at this time of night? Perhaps you were going camping or had a cabin along the way? More questions were raised as she walked through the forest. The air had some parts floral notes whilst there were hints of...a coppery scent? It was very faint. Perhaps a hunter caught something.

As she walked further in, the road to you felt endless at this point of night. She hoped you were okay, that you chose something warm for this cold night.

It had been a long while of walking, and she can't help but speed up just a bit, her impatience to finally meet you mixed along with the worry for why you were out here.

She eventually sees a head of her your string stopping around the bend of a tree, finally is all she can think, readjusting her outfit whilst she walks, you hadn't made any sounds of movement and she was too focused on the moment.

Rounding the bend as her eyes follow her soulmate string, she stops. If she needed to breathe, she would feel like all the air had been stolen from her. As she looks, all she can see is her string leading directly into the earth.

She stands in front of a plot of earth to where her string leads her. Freshly disturbed dirt having been dug up from what it looks to be very recently, and out from the dirt came flowers where the coppery scent she noted earlier permeated the air.

Why did her string lead her to this flower bed...

Her string led directly into the dirt...

Her soulmate string led directly into this...

Tanya quickly rushes forward after a second to process this

Dropping to her knees, she digs with her hands, trying to dig away the clumps of dirt where your string led to.

Her whispers of no on repeat like a broken record, this can't be, please don't let it be is all she can think, hoping to whatever divine being is out there that it's not what she thinks it is.

Digging and digging until eventually her hands hit something squishy and not softened loose dirt texture, quickly working to unearth what she find, she finds a face with closed eyes, where the flowers had come up from where your mouth was.

She works to dig away all the dirt, slowly uncovering you.

She eventually removes enough that she's able to pull your upper torso to her in a sitting position.

Your clothing was disheveled, dirt caked your clothes and face, and trails of blood lead down your head. Trails also came down your chin where the flowers grew from.

Your arms show remnants of bruise from some altercation as your body goes through rigor mortis. Your scent strong, but there's some other scent, another persons all around you, someone hurt you, someone killed you and left you here hoping to hide what they had done.

It's subtle hidden beneath the floral and copper tones of the hanahaki.....

You have hanahaki....had.....

Had hanahaki...

Her heart hurts at the thought of you in the past tense, no more you around, the chance slipping through her fingers as she never had the chance to know you...

She goes back to the hanahaki to try and focus something else other than the fact that you are no more. Who could you have loved? Who did you love who didn't return your affections? How could they not? Despite the circumstance of finding your corpse, she still thought you were beautiful...

The thought that you loved someone else felt like a stab in her heart. She'll never get to hear that story or know you...

who are you? truly? Your name unknown to her, you were unknown to her, yet her lifeless heart couldn't help but break as it felt like a void has opened within it. You were gone, no goodbyes, no nothing.

Was the wrongness that screamed at her earlier in the night, you? Was the bond or the fates trying to get her to rush to you to save you?

She gently cradles you in her arms,

She didn't expect it to end like this

She expected to hug you, feeling your warmth perhaps in the comfort of what you both could have called home.

But now she holds you half buried in dirt, your body long gone cold.

Pain rips through her as she lets out anguished cries. She holds you for the rest of the night, tearless cries of pain, the only sound that can be heard in the silence of the forest.

As the day comes around, she takes you home.

She never did learn your name, no missing posters for you in that city, no identification, no wallet, all she could really call you was her soulmate.

Written on a gravestone not far from where you could've shared a home had she been quick enough. Had she looked for you earlier, she might've found you and saved you from this fate. She might actually have a name to utter when thinking of you. She might've shown you love so that the fate of hanahaki wouldn't have taken you.

She visits you often, often staring at the flowers that grew from the hanahaki, never seeming to go, a garden above your grave.

She did hunt down those of which who took you from her. The raging inferno of anger and vengeance called to her first and foremost, they took her soulmate, they took her soulmate.

she tore them apart for what they did. No mercy was shown for those who created this hole in her being, for she was now a soulmate without her other half.

The fates had tried to intervene in warnings, but they could not step in to save you from other variables, leaving a lone soulmate behind.

[penwieldingdreamer]

Brewing Storm - San Diego

Hey and welcome to a new day of "I have too many ideas and too little time to get it done." 😀

This is a new project that came up thanks to @none-of-your-bullshit and her cool idea to pair Jake Seresin with a NCIS!Reader. This is the first installment of I don't have a plan yet how many parts 🤭 Reader is non-descriptive and Y/N but I'll make sure to not use it or use Candy occasionally. Let me know what you think. If you want to be tagged in future chapters follow the link.

Have fun and happy reading ❤️

Thank you to @fortheloveoffanfic @ladyelissarose and @missathlete31 for being my betas

Warnings: 18+ in future chapters, MDNI, canon violence, mentions of injuries, fighting, drug trafficking

Y/N "Candy" Gibbs, former FBI Agent, gets sent to the San Diego office helping to clean up some older cases that had been tracked all the way up to Washington. What she didn't expect was to meet a cocky pilot that wasn't just trying to get into her pants but was in serious trouble with a capital T after he and Andrew Caine witnessed a drug deal at the base gone wrong.

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Part 1 - San Diego 

“So, Candy, how’s the California guys treating you?” Nick Torres asked with a grin, as they had their usual zoom dinner chat. Ellie shook her head and McGee had to swallow the retort that was about to leave his lips, thankful for using his headphones. No way was he going to say something with Gibbs sitting at his desk across from him while the other two were lounging at home having fun.

Chuckling at your fellow agent and friend you shook your head, before you held up your phone and turned around. One of the agents of the San Diego office had decided to take you to the Hard Deck, a bar most of the Navy personnel frequented. “I’m not complaining, the weather is great and I’ve seen the Navy men around here without a shirt on more often than not.”

“Shut up!” Ellie’s mouth hung open and you could practically see the light shining in her eyes. “I’ll be sure to send in a transfer to SoCal, can’t let you drool over them all by yourself.”

Laughing softly, your expression turned serious again. "I miss you guys already. This assignment is taking too fucking long."

"Don't worry, you'll have to bear our antics sooner than you'd like and you'd be happy to be back with the FBI instead of the Navy team catching the bad guys." Torres winked at you, taking a big bite of his burger and you already knew why you were happy to not have him sit next to you. Ellie scrunched up her nose at his behavior and shook her head, mumbling men loud enough for him to gasp around his food.

"Gibbs will make sure you guys behave, he did it before I joined the FBI."

"Yes, and I'll do it well after." His usual hard look softened as his gaze fell upon your face over McGee's.

"Hey Uncle G, hope the rascals are keeping out of trouble up in Washington." You cackled loudly at the way their faces scrunched up and the eyebrow raise you got from the three agents. 

Your uncle grinned, knowing they couldn't tell a lot about the last days without you at the Navy Yard and how many bad moods their boss had been in since you weren't there to calm him down. "How's the West Coast treating you, Candy darl'? Hopefully no premature Navy men trying to get in your pants."

"Never Uncle G." You told him, your voice sounding confident but over the bar top you saw the one person that made it hard for you to sleep at night.

Lieutenant Jake Seresin.

Not because you were occupied in the horizontal tango - no, not at all, but the Naval aviator had been coming to the Hard Deck like clockwork with or without his fellow pilots ever since you showed up that first day with your fellow agents. He would come to the bar, trying to buy you a drink at least three times during his stay, but each time you declined.

His eyes found yours from across the room. The Lieutenant looked good in his Khakis, his hair in his usual backcombed style. If Ellie saw you, she'd probably tell you, you were drooling.

The clearing of a throat pulled you out of your thoughts, your uncle giving you the side eye. “No men, huh?”

“Oh come on, you sound like I should be in a convent.”

“A convent? No, according to your mother, a different country is more like it.” He told you, but you weren’t sure if he was joking or not.

Shaking your head you grinned at your boss and family. "It's not like that, Gibbs. I just happen to be here in Fightertown and not to mention the Army vs Navy football game coming up."

"Oh, are you going to watch it?" Ellie asked, earning an eye roll from Torres as he knew what his partner was getting at.

"Actually we'll be helping with security. Jason and Andrew are part of the referee team and Lucille, Connor and I will be posing as a security team at the entrance."

Shaking his head, your uncle removed himself from his perch, knowing you wouldn't elaborate on the things that were happening down in Southern California. "Just stay safe over there or I'll come and get you back here all by my lonesome."

"Don't you worry, Uncle G. Nothing will happen, I promise.”

Ellie winked at you, telling you in a silent way to not do anything she wouldn’t do while Torres just rolled his eyes and McGee’s reaction was barely visible. Finally telling them goodbye you ended the call and returned to the drink in front of you.

Unbeknownst to you your nightly nemesis kept glancing your way a few times during his pool game with his fellow aviator. 

“You going to try that maneuver again with her or keep silently praying to whoever will listen that she’ll give you the time of the day?” The dark skinned pilot joked, watching his friend lining up his shot and to the shock of all that knew him failed to make it.

Closing his eyes, Jake took a deep breath. You had been on his mind constantly - at night, during the day, even in his head while he was soaring above the clouds. “I don’t think she’ll ever say yes. I tried all my moves and she said No. Got to stop before it gets embarrassing.”

Javy snorted, leaning against his cue. “Never thought the great Hangman was a quitter.”

“Shut up, Machado.” He grumbled, finally getting the shot right. Straightening up, he turned back towards the bar where you had been sitting all night. The way you smiled down at the screen of your phone made his insides flutter, a feeling that only being airborne could give him. 

Maybe - maybe he would have to think up a new maneuver to succeed in this mission. 

Yeah, he’d start on a new strategy tomorrow. Most important point of the battle plan - don’t be the dick that left others hanging, or he’d be the one to be hung out to dry.

Tagging:

@none-of-your-bullshit @fortheloveoffanfic @ladyelissarose @missathlete31 @chipendenspook1997 @mayhemmanaged

[dfortrafalgar]

Holy Cow

Okay I usually don't care too much about follower counts, but this blog as gone CRAZY since I started it and I haven't been more excited. I've seriously enjoyed writing for you all, the good and the bad, and chatting with the occasional reply and ask! I seriously feel like I haven't enjoyed writing this much since both beginning to write one piece fanfic and starting this blog. This community is so wonderful and friendly and I'm so happy to have been able to share my silly little fics with everyone. So with that...

THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!

I seriously wasn't planning anything, but I had a shower thought. To celebrate, I'm going to have you guys pick the next character I write a fic for. I'm not sure yet if it will be multi-chapter or a one-off, but regardless, I'm holding a vote!

THIS IS NOT AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE BTW 😭😭😭 (/srs)

[khunyuki]

There's this new game released yesterday called "Tokyo Debunker" and so far I am loving it <3

Before I start my review, I just want to tell you that this is my first ever review and first ever post in tumblr so pls bear with me🥹.

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Tbh I was surprised when it suddenly installed itself on my phone cuz I forgot I even pre-registered for it. Before the release, I had no idea nor clue about the existence of this game cuz it never showed up to me as an ad nor did it show in any of my social media accounts. I just remember scrolling through google play then seeing it and liking it immediately so I registered for it.

Anyways, when I downloaded it I thought it would be big and that I won't have any space for it since I also have other games to play. And when I started it, I was waiting for the loading screen to show the downloading files etc but didn't see anything of the sort.

First Impression

I honestly thought that it was a normal visual novel game like the Ikemen series but it wasn't. The opening story was comic-like with voices included (including the MC) and damnn that was engaging. The smooth flow of images unlike any other game where you only get CGs, you can easily visualize the scene because they are literally showing it to you! Not to mention the translation, it was really easy to understand and there's no typos so far.

Story-telling

I love it so much! As I said earlier, it is really engaging and it catches your attention. The transition of normal visual text to comics then back was perfect for showing what actually needs to be shown. Tbh, it would be a lot better to see it and experience it for yourself.

Tutorial and Settings

Tutorial is kinda useless. It just showed you the basics of where and how you progress then that's it. It doesn't elaborate on how to do battles. There is no guide that has in-depth explanation of how to defeat your enemies efficiently since you can just skip it.

Gameplay

So far it is like an idle game where the character cards you have will do the farming for you, you just need to click click click. This kind of thing is certainly unique to me as usually it would be long-ass lessons that uses SP or LP, or missions that you have to wait hours for a single drop. Compared to those, this is fast and efficient.

If you're an F2P player like me, vising the shop isn't the most ideal since it is expensive and usually need a lot of irl money for it. Though in Special shop, there are free summons everyday but that's that. Also you can hatch an egg there.

There's also guilds you have to join immediately but it doesn't require much participation cuz you just have to do the activities once then you're done.

The cases are important, you have to clear it in order to read the latest chapters. It's like the battle system of the game but you can just skip it for free. However, you can be stuck at a level even if your card levels are high or your overall stats. I think it's because of incompatibility with your elements though i'm not sure. Tbh I don't understand how it works i just wing it. The only good thing about this is that you are not alone and a lot of people will be stuck at the same level as you🥲.

Gacha

Gacha in this game is the worst. It's just money-grubbing at this point. First of all, they do not even give you pre-registration rewards, just immediately daily log-in. There's no free single pull or free 10 tickets giveaways. Codes are also non-existent. The free gifts are just for EXP and not related to gacha at all. The only guaranteed SSR is for when you buy gems.

As an F2P casual gamer, this is just plain horror. While I don't usually do gacha even in other games, this kind of thing just isn't right! I once heard from the global chat that someone did 500 pulls just to get a single SSR. Like how is that even possible??? The pity system is also non-existent that it's crazy!!!

Gem farming is also hard cuz you only get gems from the bonus cases, occasionally from the guild, 10 gems every episode of the story, and from permanent tasks. It's just impossible even if you spend your gems wisely.

Although I got lucky and used up all of my luck by getting SSR Kaito on my first 10 pull🥲

Characters

This is probably the part where the most obvious duplicating original works happens. As some reviews might have already said, it's a copycat of Twisted Wonderland or Harry Potter (I could agree to some point but I am not that angry or exaggerating about it). This game certainly has it's own charm if you choose to ignore those and just enjoy playing.

Prime example of uncanny resemblance to characters we know is the guy above ^^^^. Kaito Fuji's looks are certainly deceiving. I didn't choose him at first because he wasn't my type nor did I think his personally would be that interesting. His mannerisms reminds me of Ace (Twisted Wonderland) and mostly Zenitsu (Kimetsu no Yaiba), especially when you hear his voice. Lucas, the guy beside him, reminds me of Deuce (Twisted Wonderland) and Hiiro Amagi (Ensemble Stars) and you really can't unsee it.

To some people, they might be irked by the resemblance and obvious plagiarism but personally, I think it's all part of the charm. Seeing those sides of them like that just like having the same dynamics as Adeuce made me like them even more. Because they are not all that, they have their own personality and stories which I like too.

Conclusion

This game can certainly do a lot more work and I believe it has potential as long as it is aimed for the player's enjoyment rather than just for their money. The story is really good while the gacha is trash. The battle is kinda frustrating but you can skip it. The characters have their own personalities too. The rest are so-so.

Personally, I play this game because I love the story and I don't usually gamble with gacha so it's just fine for me. If you do not want to download it and play, that is totally fine as well.

I just wanted to share with you my thoughts: of what I like and dislike about this game ^_^

Thank you for reading until the end💕

[moonfeatherblue]

Blue Mooney Intro ~

Hello and welcome! It's so lovely to see you 💙

At this point in the timeline, I am still Blue Mooney AKA moonfeatherblue. I'm a writer of fantasy and a shy magical library in human skin 📚✨

(art by @/yukijanc_)

I stream a variety of fantasy-creative-writing-related content on YouTube at 10 am aest every Monday (except when I don't... and I promise to let you know when I don't). The occasional gaming and chatting stream also occurs, among other random fun times. Like reading streams! And maybe some karaoke now and then? Blue loves to sing 🎶

Audiobook-style videos of the short stories we write and/or edit on stream are slowly being published on YouTube, as well. These short stories are also available to read on Wattpad, Inkitt, Scribble Hub, and of course, here on Tumblr (eventually Tapas too, but the website currently hates me, and we haven't worked out our problems yet).

What I want to do as Blue, more than anything else, is fill my metaphysical shelves with fiction of the fantastical nature. In other words, I want to share all my stories with you ~

Let's start with my main magical project! I'd love so much to share it as a series of light-novel-style audio web novels on YouTube, chapter by chapter. And once each novel in the series is posted on YouTube, publish them as e-books! Oooh, and release original songs as themes for each instalment, that sounds fun ~

Here's a terrible too-long elevator pitch for the series!

"Kaz is a smartass, a deadbeat, and a former delinquent. He's definitely not destined to become a fire-gauntleted magical boy. Or to save the universes from an evil alien warlord.

... But he'll do in a pinch!

Keen to show up his aloof space kitten mentor, Kaz hurls himself headfirst into magical urban warfare, thrashing monsters and protecting his city. The battles are brutal and the recognition non-existent, but hey, at least he's got work! Kaz might be crushing his sparkly new career, but this invading force is ruthless, relentless, and hell-bent on mounting his magical head on a spike. Good thing he's got a strong support system at home, but come on - are his siblings trying to sniff out Kaz's magical secrets? One thing's for sure: he won't be fighting this war solo much longer."

There are so many more stories I want to write - intrigue-stuffed high fantasies, disturbing shape-shifter fantasies, action-packed dystopias, amphibian-centric quests... more magical boy/girl/people adventures - but this main magical project still takes priority in Blue's heart 💙 Who knows how many light novels this series will take? Many, many, many, many...

I hope to see you around the library again!

... That's me. I am the library.

(art by @/Nura01012333)

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Words Unsaid 12, so there's school festivals here too?

Heya guys! Today there's another setup chapter for you cuties! The chapters will come out slower now as I have not yet read chapter 5 completely so please give me time to do so! In the meantime I'd like to know if drabble requests are something you guys would be interested in.

Slight Chapter 5 spoilers!

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Even though he slept less than usual Jamil felt strangely energetic today. Perhaps it was because he'd slept the best he had in a while or straight up because he woke up next to Inky. It was such a simple thing but he'd be lying if he didn't wish it would happen more, just because of how nice it felt. Is it bad he wished the prefect would have more nightmares only so he could hold her..? Probably. But as it stood, this was the only way he was able to act on his own feelings. Not like he didn't know Inky had feelings for him before his Overblot but he doubted it was love, now that he'd done what he did. Still he hopes and dreams as he stirred the non-proverbial pot of curry in front of him. It was one of the dishes he was making for lunch. He was making something else for Kalim, of course, as Kalim obviously didn't like curry.. but Jamil and Inky could have it, especially since the prefect did say one time she really wanted to eat something Jamil made and admitted in the same sentence that they've been looking to try more foreign food like different curries. Also in that sentence they said that anything Jamil made would be more than satisfactory though.

At the same time that day Kalim was at a housewarden meeting, simply to discuss the future event that would be held soon. The National Arcane Academy Cultural Fair. It was a yearly event mostly consisting of artistic type events like poetry slams, research presentations and, the most well known part of it all, the SDC. The SDC, or Song & Dance Championship, was a contest for singers and dancers, basically any musical talent, to go up on stage, by themselves or in a group, and show their aforementioned talent to the world to show who was the best of the participants that year. The winners would get not only a monetary prize but also a ticket to stardom. Of course that ticket to stardom wasn't exclusive to first place but they had the best chance.

Riddle, who was head of the planning committee was rambling on and on about the details but the report was necessary. Turns out both Vil Schönheit and Neige LeBlanche would be participating this year as well, which meant extra press coverage for the school. Crowley was delighted about this of course and put up audition posters through negotiation with Vil that very same day. They were plastered all over a few notice boards, especially the one in the cafeteria. By lunchtime it was surrounded by people, which had sent Ace, Deuce and Grim to check it out. Inky stayed seated with Jamil and Kalim, though the occasional glance was thrown their way, since she was pally with Kalim as well as Jamil, who had literally tried to off them over the winter holidays that ended recently. Not that Inky really cared.

Unfortunately she did have to tear herself away from the Scarabian duo as she had class duty along with Deuce for the upcoming alchemy lesson and Ace was tagging along to chat. Speaking of Kalim and Jamil, that was where the conversation drifted, though grim did most of the talking.

"Seriously, first he tries to manipulate and kill you and now you're friends? Kinda weird if you ask me" Ace commented.

"Don't call my hench-human weird! Besides, it's not like he hasn't apologized and more. He's been taking care of me and Inky very well, Kalim also..! I think my henchman and I can decide who we, mostly I as a great mage, will spend our time with!"

"Thank you Grim.. I think that gets the point across. Besides.. Jamil is really nice to me, I like him a lot" The two half-students said, one confirming the other.

"What, you're still crushing on the guy? How? He literally gave you a massive scar on your arm, he could have ended you..!" Ace once again protested.

"And again, he apologized."

"You believe that?"

"Yes and you know next to nothing about him so I won't be hearing another word out of you about this..!" The prefect said, anger lacing into her stern tone, sending ace a small glare.

"Alright alright, I'll shut up" He said, though not happy about it. Before their conversation continued though, they were promptly distracted by singing.

"Who's singing? It sounds really nice" Deuce said as they listened, right after though, the singer seemed to choke up on their own voice, which sounded less than healthy. So, with slight concern, the group closed in on where the sounds were coming from, the well in the school courtyard.

Upon approach they met another first year, his name was Epel Felmier. He had lavender hair and blue eyes, his stature was small and skinny but well balanced, his skin was pale too and he spoke in a generally soft voice, unless some sort of accent came out that Inky personally could not place. All went well until they were interrupted by the Pomefiore housewarden Vil Schönheit. He had a regal presence, something like a king or queen in a sense that he was confident and knowledgeable in a few areas. Basically a perfect upperclassman if it weren't for his temper at that moment. Vil was upset that Epel was not training so he wanted to move Epel somewhere else so he wouldn't get interrupted. This went over wrong with Ace as well as Deuce as they misinterpreted Vil's tone and words. The fight that ensued wasn't even that long as Vil was vastly better at his magic than those two unfortunate souls.

The end result was an utter defeat which gave Vil the opportunity to leave with the lavender haired boy. Though not before the latter waved goodbye to Inky as she ushered Ace and Deuce up on their feet to clean themselves up and check for scrapes. She did wave back though. They went to Professor Crewel's lab and classroom, setting up the next lesson with the instruction of the teacher. In the midst of this, another student came in.

This girl was pale as can be and her hair was back length and white. She was rather short as well.

"Hello professor Crewel! I'm here to deliver those late project papers you asked me to go get" Her voice rang through the room as she grinned in a friendly way, waving to the first year trio that was setting up.

"Poor guy was really under the weather, caught a stomach bug or something but he'll be fine. He's over the worst of it according to the nurse, he needs a day or two to recover properly."

"Good girl, thank you for informing me. You have a free period now, yes? Why don't you sit in on the first years and help out? I could use a helping hand to whip these bumbling pups into shape and you're on the school's student tutoring program, so you'd be a good fit." Crewel said, to which the pretty student agreed as he explained what they would be doing during the class period.

It gave Inky the ability to look at her a little more closely. She had facial piercings and some on her ears. The ones on her face were a septum and a lip ring as far as Inky could tell. She didn't wear a blazer, had her sleeves rolled up and her purple vest was open. She wore her white blouse tied up in a way that it would expose her stomach, though not in a war that was inappropriate. She wore a shorter skirt variant at her hips that ended above her knees and flip flops as her footwear. It left a lot of questions as to how she wasn't cold. Then again it wasn't too cold, simply chilly.. she dressed like it was summer though. She had jewelry too, a few rings, a choker and a necklace, an anklet, two bracelets and on her other arm she wore her Pomefiore Armband, except she had it tied more around her wrist than anything, like another bracelet.

That lesson was over quickly, and it was fairly nice. Turns out the student's name was Alani and she helped out around the classroom after having changed into appropriate gear. She was a Pomefiore third year apparently and had heard about the prefect from Leona, whom she visited during spelldrive practice after school occasionally so she could exercise with them. She was good at explaining things and this included her clothing. Apparently she was dressed the way she was because it was usually hot or at least warm here compared to her homeland, which was very far up north. In conclusion the lesson was lovely and after all the cleanup the prefect even managed to get Alani's number, for emergencies or if Inky ever really needed or wanted something.

The rest of the school day went off without a hitch as well, only really starting to pick up the pace when ace and Deuce along with grim decided they would contact this 'Rook' character to get an audition appointment.

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I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTER 13]

THE END OF THE SUMMER AT CAMP HALF-BLOOD HAD ARRIVED. Most demigods were ready to leave the camp and return to their homes, while others had to stay there all year, with the promise of occasionally visiting Camp Jupiter.

Will and Nico didn't talk about what had happened that night during the game anymore, not even with the trusted members of the camp. What had happened in the woods was meant to stay there.

Cabin 13 seemed even emptier now that Nico had packed his bags, making sure to include the box, certain that the harpies would throw it away. In the end, he decided to head to the Roman camp, informing Reyna of his arrival, and she promised to find him accommodation in the city near the camp. She also mentioned some classes, which he found to be quite interesting. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel—returning to studying after all that time gave him a strange feeling. He was excited to get back into the school, yet also quite scared. He checked for the last time that he hadn't left anything in his lonely cabin, and after giving it a final farewell, he left, heading towards the camp's exit.

Approaching him for a farewell was Jason, who expected at least a hug from the young man. Nico curved his lips into a weary smile, agreeing to embrace his friend, mentally thanking him for being there during those long days. He would have liked to stay longer, but he felt it was the right path. He needed a more balanced, almost normal routine. "So, you're leaving me" Jason sighed. Looking at his friend, he couldn't help but notice like a dark shadow imprinted on his face, his eyes had lost that tiny sparkle that had formed in the preceding days. He wondered what had happened that night in the forest. "Yeah" Nico replied. "I have a quarter on the benches waiting for me" he added, approaching his suitcase.

"I'll come visit you from time to time" Jason promised. "I still have some things to finish there, the usual Roman bureaucracy" he scoffed, making Nico smile for a second. "I guess you'll want to say goodbye to the others too" he changed the subject, not wanting to burden him with his work at Camp Jupiter. "They're on the hill"

Together, the two demigods climbed the camp, chatting about the remaining days, with Jason constantly touching the necklace with the first pearl attached. Nico also received one from Will, who was happy to make it for him.

Just outside the camp, his friends were indulging in warm hugs, promising each other to call whenever they could. Nico was also engulfed in farewells from Percy and Annabeth, who reminded him of what they had told him in those days. Nico simply nodded, unable to be abrupt at that moment. He bid farewell to the two friends who were getting into a car, heading to their families, and he said goodbye again to Jason before watching him climb back towards the hill, repeating that he knew perfectly well how to get to the Roman camp.

"You're leaving without saying goodbye to me?" spoke a boy behind him, making him jump. As soon as he turned, their gazes met. It was the first time he had seen Will in non-camp outifit and with real shoes on. "Well, see you next year, Solace" he said, unsure whether to hug him or do something else. Will pouted, displeased with such a formal farewell. "I'll send you a message as soon as I get home" he promised, approaching the boy who had given him wonderful days at the camp. "You know, I think I'll miss you" Nico said suddenly, tightening his grip on his suitcase. "Oh, really?" Will asked, hinting at a shy smile

"Yeah" he simply replied, once again getting lost in those deep blue irises.

Will bit his lip, staring at Nico's face, certain that if he didn't, he would regret it all year. The boy moved a bit closer to Nico's still figure, who almost seemed to be waiting for what Will was about to do. "I guess I'll miss you too" he whispered, looking into those dark irises, wondering if he was looking at the realm of his father or at him. "You know, that night, I—I wanted to tell you that you—" but he abruptly stopped, at the bottom of the hill, a car was honking, grabbing the young man's attention. "I have to go" Will sighed heavily, grabbing his suitcase and starting to walk down the valley. "Goodbye, Will" he bid regretfully, watching him descend and then stopping to come back to him, as if he had forgotten something important, and then, without warning, he gave him a kiss on the cheek.

They locked eyes for a second, and then, without any explanation, Will quickly descended the hill, got into the car, waving at him from a distance. Nico stood still, watching him with a heart that seemed to have come back to life after years of torment. He touched his cheek, barely damp, as if it burned from the kiss he had received. Then, he disappeared, blending into the shadows, heading to New Rome.

[CONTENTS]

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[j-a-nuary]

Stray Kids based social media AU following the adventures of a ghost hunting YouTube team and their friends.

The Squad Ghouls team has been looking into weird happenings for years. It started as two best friends video taping themselves doing things like the bloody Mary challenge, and slowly expanded to full on camp outs in haunted buildings and the occasional exorcism. Most episodes they've uploaded can be easily explained by a combination of superstition and mental illness, but when something attacks one of their own team members even the most skeptical of them must consider less than rational explanations.

WARNINGS: supernatural elements (ghosts/entities/whatever are real), sexting (minors dni/NSFW), gamers, friendly bullying, discussions of injuries/blood/body horror, altered states of mind (altered by both standard and non-standard methods), tons of angst and feelings, pining, almost everyone is an idiot in some way.

Profiles:

Squad Ghouls

DownThyme

DownThyme 2.0

Others

Chapters:

Megemind

I was trying to use humor to cope. My bad.

Valentine special episode

a very important thread

BABY 🥰

Excuse me for loving my friends?

Jung Wooyoung this is a work chat

Since I work with a bunch of snacks

I already knew he wasn't straight