#(Meanwhile) Dan: *gets in trouble*

[puppetmaster13u]

Hear Me Out

Yokai Amity. What are yokai? Japanese spirits. And not just ghosts, a majority of mythical creatures? Yokai.

So how did this happen? Well, like most things, it can be blamed on the ghost portal in the Fenton Basement. And a lot of ecto contamination. Because while they're a small city? They're also in the middle of nowhere, meaning a lot of their foods and crops, they grow themselves. And the ectoplasm? Started sinking into the ground first. Y'know, where every plant grows and then both humans and animals proceed to eat it? Made even worse when those like Overgrowth or Vortex came through? Yeaah, it'd be a miracle if they didn't get contaminated and no surprise that most don't notice their humanity slipping with time with how it's happening to everyone.

Which kind of makes the situation Danny has found himself kind of hilarious? At least to him. The trenchcoat dude seems to be having an aneurism or something similar.

"So... not a meta?" the tiny vigilante child clarified again, head tilting from where he stood at the head of his group. Honestly Danny was enjoying this from his place sprawled across the park bench Honestly Amity had spoiled him with benches designed for extra limbs.

The blonde man seemed absolutely done with everything, hands twitching as though about to cradle his head in his hands or grab something. "No," he wasn't shouting but it was close. "For fuck's sake- your all lucky not to be cursed or worse-" He turned towards Danny. "Why the fuck didn't you?"

The hainu shrugged, wings doing more of the motion than the rest of him. "They're babies-" Or at least one of them was, borderline liminal as they were. "You play along with toddlers." Honestly he saw why his old rogues found this fun, even if he'd never go as far as they did.

The entire team of vigilante children bristled, one opening their mouth to protest before trenchcoat-soul-dude glared at them all before turning back towards him.

"Though what the fuck do you need that for that you'd steal it- not that any artifact like that should be in a bloody museum and not locked away where idiots can't get to it."

He snorted, the sound more dog-like. Or really more yeti-like, what with how he was taking lessons from Frostbite which meant large chunks of time in the Far Frozen.

"Technically I don't need it, my kid does," Danny held up a finger, marveling slightly at the clouds. It was quite different compared to Amity, what with how everywhere was so ecto-infused that the sky was effected.

"And what does a hainu need with-" the trenchcoat man motioned to the cursed object, which honestly wasn't that bad. But...

"Oh no, he's not a hainu, he's furaribi." Danny honestly wasn't surprised that Jordan wouldn't turn out the same as he, de-aged or not. Not that he was memory-less or anything, cores didn't lose that easily, but he did still have the physical brain of a child.

"Adopted?"

"Nope," he hummed, going over the list of things he still had to do today before returning to Amity. Sam had asked him to get a few more flowers to test how ecto would effect them and he had to pick up some computer parts for Tuck.

"How the fuck."

"My sister's a kitsune, my other sister is a shirouneri, my mom is a shishi, my dad a baku, godfather's an itachi, my boyfriend a raiju, my girlfriend a kirin, and my other girlfriend a yosuzume," he ticked off his fingers, not seeing anything wrong with it. Not like people could get into Amity easily after the whole GIW thing.

"... what the fuck does your family tree look like, mate, because that should be bloody impossible."

Danny shrugged, giving a sharp toothed smile. Yeah, the realms didn't care about that with how malleable ecto was.

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(In case it's not clear: Hainu Danny, Furaribi Dan, Kitsune Jazz, Shirouneri Danny, Lion Dog Maddie, Baku Jack, Itachi Vlad, Raiju Tucker, Kirin Sam & Yosuzume Valerie) (Also feel free to come up with what everyone else might be) (Highly recommend yokai.com for a quick summary of each creature)

[starry-bi-sky]

Danyal Al Ghul: Incorrect Quotes and Miscellaneous Thoughts

Incorrect quotes-style snippets specifically for my danyal al ghul au here (which i really need to come up with a unique au name for atp). Because I thought it'd be funny. And also some miscellaneous headcanons thrown into the mix. Some context for the au: - Danyal is 5 years older than Damian (so 10 and 15) - Danny faked his death when he was 10. Talia knows and helped him with it. - Jazz, Sam, and Tucker do not know he's an ex-assassin.

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Danny, dryly tapping his temple: I have, as the Americans say, irreparable psychological damage, right here.

Jazz, an older sibling first and foremost: well, it's good that you're self-aware.

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Danny, aged 10, in the American foster planning to just age out of the system: *emanating Bad Vibes. Pure, Little Orphan Tom Riddle Energy*

Jazz, aged 12, coming in to adopt a new sibling with her parents: Him. This is my brother now :)

Danny: ...what

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Lilo and Stitch is Danny's favorite Disney movie. He watched it when he was 11 with Jazz when she was attempting to connect with him, and by this point Danny was becoming receptive to her efforts. They had a movie marathon in the living room one night.

Safe to say? It resonated with his little 11 year old heart strongly, and he related very strongly with both Nani and Stitch. He got unexpectedly emotional and hid in his room for the rest of the night. Jazz felt really bad, but it had the intended (but kinda unexpected) effect of him trying to be nicer to her afterwards.

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Dash, aged 12, causing trouble again and getting intercepted by Danny: *scaling up a desk* AHHHHH! GET YOUR LITTLE FREAK, FOLEY!

Tucker: Hey! Danny is not a freak!

Dash: GET HIM TO BACK OFF

Tucker, was the kid Dash was messing with: ....whats in it for me

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Danny, saying some questionably immoral shit: What. Why are you looking at me like that.

Tucker: Bro. I mean this as kindly as possible; what the fuck?

Sam: yeah, I'm with Tuck on this one.

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Danny, ranting about Vlad: if it weren't for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered him

Sam, painting his nails black: I'm pretty sure you'd slaughter him regardless of the laws of the land -- and quit moving, you're gonna mess me up.

Tucker: we've literally seen you debate yourself about this, Dan

Danny: ...you are correct, but it is the principle of things.

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Vlad: I have experience my child, and the money and power attained through using those powers for personal gain, you say. I could train you, teach you everything I know! And all you have to do is renounce that idiot adoptive father of yours.

Danny, was already contemplating committing a Violence: ....

Danny, internally: I'm going to stab him *turns into Phantom*

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Funny contrast I realized between Danyal and Vlad that iirc I haven't pointed out yet is that imo, Danyal doesn't rely on his powers nearly half as much as canon Danny does. He falls back instinctually on his League training, and thus sometimes forgets to use his powers in battle. This was prevalent especially early on when he was still getting used to the whole 'halfa' thing.

He incorporates them more often after a year, but still for the most part relies on his own physical hand-to-hand combat. He trusts those skills much more than he does his powers. I'm not sure where he is on a technical level compared to canon, but just to stay safe I'll say he's similar in power skill as canon Danny. Perhaps a little more finessed than him because his League training would probably have him trying to figure out his powers as soon as possible.

But in summary? Danny is strong in hand-to-hand combat, weak in powerset.

Meanwhile Vlad is the opposite. I can't recall if he even knows hand-to-hand in canon, but it makes total sense to me that Vlad Masters wouldn't because he's so confident in his monetary influence and ghost abilities that he sees no need for it.

And he's kinda got some merit behind it. He's very powerful and has 20 years of experience to experiment and fine tune his powers. He's got bite to follow up his bark. He's perfected long-range combat and his ability to phase through walls makes it impossible to corner him, but if you can manage it, then one good hit could probably knock him on his ass.

So in summary, Vlad is strong in powerset, weak in hand-to-hand combat.

And it casts a good contrast between the two of them in that regard. Danny, as a fellow halfa, can follow Vlad when he phases through walls and is fast enough to land a hit on him. His league training as an assassin, albeit rusty, is still deep ingrained enough in him that he can hold up as a rather veritable threat against Vlad without needing his powers.

But Vlad can force Danny to use his powers more often through use of his own. The duplication is the first thing to come to mind: Danny's fast enough to dispel them on his own without powers, and smart enough that he could figure out who the real one is if given a few minute. But that's not always efficient enough.

Good foils for each other that way. Also Vlad's Plasmius design mimics Ra's juuust enough that he looks like Ra's knockoff loser second cousin no one talks about, which only fuels Danny's hatred.

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Danny, ranting about Vlad for the first time: --and it's only made worse by the fact that the little ingrate resembles a cheap knock-off of my grandfather!--

Sam, choking on her water: he what--

Tucker, doing a spittake: HE DOES?

[elysiaheaven]

𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬- 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐅.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭)

Words:10000 Contains Sunday leaks of joining.

Genre: Smut

Summary: The new astral member joins, Sunday, The man who tried to kill you all, He doesn't try to get along yet closes himself in his room, You decided to 'educate' him locking himself up is a shit. He began to change and tries to befriend you. He tries to help you with a experiment and sadly aphrodisiac is spilled

( Reader is a female) Reader's clothing is inspired from Mobius. Reader is a scientist!

CW: Mentions of Hickey, Aphrodisiac usage (Accident), Use of nickname (Sunday calls y/n as Angel), Switch Sunday, Vanilla, Slight use of Collar .

Reader is slightly cruel to Sunday at first. Because he was being alone all the time

Sunday was once the revered leader of Penacony. Now, he's just another member of the Astral Express, exiled and alone, thanks to a deal his sister made with Lady Bonajade. In exchange for his freedom, Sunday lost his home and the chance to return to his sister. This left him a quiet, withdrawn man.

The Astral Express crew wasn't thrilled about his presence. March and Dan Heng were constantly on edge around him, although he never caused trouble. He mostly kept to himself, a figure of quiet pain. Only Himeko, Welt, and Stelle were friendly, but you kept your distance. After all, he once tried to kill all of you. Talking to him was out of the question.

You, a scientist with a distinct appearance, wore a sleeveless tight black dress adorned with green and gold. A loose semi-transparent sleeve covered your left arm, complemented by a black glove, while your right arm sported a long black glove with three green claws on your thumb, index, and middle fingers. A gold earring dangled from your right ear.

March and Dan Heng had their opinions about you, describing you as a pure being, a seeker of truth, yet tinged with an air of malevolence. This was more a reflection of your creator than yourself. You wanted to be different but struggled with how to achieve that, often feeling like a mere extension of someone else's design, much like Sunday.

Despite the kindness from Himeko and Stelle, and Welt's occasional different yet kind glances, you remained detached. Dan Heng warmed up to you after you helped him in Luofu, while March tried to act strong but was clearly unsettled by your appearance. In truth, you were simply sleep-deprived, not the malevolent figure they imagined.

Sunday's solitude mirrored your own. You often noticed his sadness but never approached him. One day, you decided to confront him, unable to bear his passive suffering. Cruelly, you told him that sitting in his room and crying wouldn't change anything. His cleanliness and meticulousness only fueled your frustration. Yet, instead of anger, he seemed to find hope in your harsh words.

Sunday started spending more time outside his room, often in the archives, studying. Dan Heng began to bond with him, and it was heartening to see them grow closer. Meanwhile, you locked yourself away, working tirelessly on a liquid to control enemies, hoping to make life easier and reduce the need for constant fighting.

Despite your cold demeanor, Sunday persisted in trying to reach out to you. He would bring you coffee, offer help, and ask to spend time with you. His respectful, orderly nature clashed with your chaotic and isolated existence. You feared that getting close to him might lead to using him as a lab rat, a fate you wished to avoid for him.

You confronted Sunday with cruel words, calling him pathetic for isolating himself, yet it was in these moments that he found a glimmer of hope. He began emerging from his solitude, engaging more with others and spending time in the archive, studying and bonding with Dan Heng. Watching them grow close was heartening, even as you buried yourself in your work, seeking a way to control your enemies without constant battle.

Sunday, however, was undeterred. He continued trying to connect with you, offering coffee, help, and companionship. His respectful persistence and talk of order and harmony were at odds with your chaotic existence. Your fear of dragging him into your world of experiments kept you distant, but his genuine attempts to reach out began to wear down your defenses.

One quiet evening, you found yourself alone with Sunday in the archive. The room was dimly lit, filled with the soft hum of machinery and the rustle of old documents. Sunday was engrossed in a book, but you could see the weight of his exile still pressing down on him. His eyes, once sharp and commanding, now held a distant sadness.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to break the silence. "Sunday," you called out, your voice unexpectedly soft. He looked up, surprised to hear you speak. "I know it's not easy for you, being here, away from your sister and everything you've known."

Sunday's expression softened, a mixture of surprise and gratitude flickering in his golden eyes. He nodded silently, unable to find the words to respond.

"You may not be able to talk to her, but..." You hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. This was uncharted territory for you, showing kindness to someone who once posed a threat. "But I can show you how she's doing," you continued, your tone firmer now. "I have ways to access information, even from afar."

Sunday's eyes widened slightly, a glimmer of hope breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. "You would do that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, pulling out a small device from your pocket. "Just this once," you warned, your voice tinged with a hint of your usual coolness. You tapped a few buttons, and a holographic image appeared, displaying his sister engaged in her media life She looked well, strong, and composed, a stark contrast to Sunday's current state. Tho, he could tell it might be a facade.

Sunday watched the image in silence, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. After a few moments, he turned to you, his voice thick with gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely holding together.

You quickly deactivated the device and stepped back, your expression hardening. "Don't get the wrong idea," you snapped, trying to maintain your distance. "This doesn't change anything between us. I'm not your friend, and I'm not doing this out of kindness."

Sunday's face fell slightly, but he nodded, understanding your boundaries. "I know," he said, his voice steady despite the rejection. "But still, thank you. It means more than you know."

You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "Just... don't make it a habit," you muttered, turning to leave. But before you walked out, you paused at the door, glancing back at him. "And don't let this make you soft. You still have a long way to go."

Sunday nodded, a small, sad smile playing on his lips. "Understood," he replied, watching as you disappeared into the corridor, leaving him alone with the lingering warmth of your unexpected kindness.

Several days had passed since the night in the archive, and you continued your work in isolation. You avoided Sunday, keeping yourself busy with your research and experiments. However, the memory of his grateful eyes lingered in your mind, making it difficult to maintain your usual distance.

He was standing by a window, gazing out at the stars. The soft glow of the celestial bodies illuminated his face, highlighting the sadness in his golden eyes. Seeing him like that, a pang of frustration and concern hit you.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself before approaching him. "Sunday," you called out, your voice sharper than intended. He turned to look at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Why do you always look so lost?" you demanded, your frustration spilling over. "You can't just stand around, wallowing in your own misery."

Sunday blinked, taken aback by your sudden outburst. He stepped closer, his expression softening. "I know," he said quietly. "But... it's hard. Being here, away from everything I knew, from my sister..."

Before you could respond, Sunday reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands. His touch was surprisingly warm, and you felt a strange mix of emotions—anger, confusion, and something else you couldn't quite place.

"You've been there for me," Sunday said, his voice steady and sincere. "Even if it's only been a few weeks, even if it was just tough love... you've shown me more kindness than I deserve. And for that, you're now one of my dear people."

His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were speechless. The sincerity in his eyes, the way he looked at you—it was disarming. You felt your resolve wavering, but you couldn't let your guard down.

With a soft sigh, you reached up and gently removed his hands from your face. "Don't be ridiculous," you muttered, trying to sound indifferent. "I only did what anyone would do. Besides, seeing you all sad and moping around just makes me angry. It's not like I care or anything."

Sunday chuckled softly, a warm, gentle sound that made your heart skip a beat. "I understand," he said, smiling softly. "But still, thank you. Your words, even if harsh, pushed me to try and move forward."

You looked away, feeling a mix of emotions. It was strange, being thanked for something you hadn't meant as a kindness. But there was a part of you that was glad—glad that he was starting to find his way, glad that your harshness had somehow helped him.

"Just... don't make it a habit to get all sentimental," you said, trying to sound stern. "I'm not good with that kind of stuff."

Sunday nodded, a small smile still on his lips. "I won't," he promised. "But know that I appreciate it, even if you don't want to admit you care."

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "Whatever. Just... try to keep your chin up, okay? It's annoying when you're all downcast."

He nodded again, the smile on his face growing. "I'll do my best," he said, his voice warm and genuine. "And... thank you, again. For everything."

With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, your heart racing. You didn't know what to make of these new feelings, this strange connection that was forming between you and Sunday. All you knew was that, despite your best efforts to keep your distance, something had shifted. And you weren't sure how to handle it.

 You threw yourself even deeper into your work, trying to drown out the confusing feelings that had begun to stir inside you. The project you were working on—a chemical solution to control enemies—became an obsession. You worked tirelessly, barely stopping to eat or sleep, driven by an intense need to prove something to yourself, though you weren't entirely sure what that was.

One night, as you were in the lab, your hands trembled from exhaustion and stress. You had been working for hours, your mind a blur of formulas and calculations. The rows of bottles filled with iodine solutions on the lab bench seemed to dance in front of your eyes, the chemicals inside them catching the light in a mesmerizing, yet nauseating, display.

You reached for a beaker, but your vision swam, and your hand slipped. The beaker tipped over, sending a cascade of glass and liquid toward the carefully arranged bottles of iodine. Instinctively, you lunged to catch the falling bottles, but your tired body wasn't fast enough. The sound of shattering glass filled the room, the sharp smell of iodine stinging your nostrils.

Panic surged through you. The thought of losing all your work, of having to start over, was too much to bear. You screamed, a raw, frustrated sound that echoed off the sterile walls of the lab. The noise seemed to vibrate in your bones, shaking loose the tears you had been holding back for what felt like forever.

As the adrenaline faded, you slumped to the floor, the chaos around you a stark contrast to the cold, clinical order you usually maintained. The crash had knocked over more than just bottles—it had broken through the walls you'd built around yourself, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

You stayed on the floor for what felt like an eternity, the coolness of the tiles seeping through your clothes, grounding you. Eventually, the exhaustion became too much, and you closed your eyes, unable to fight the overwhelming need for sleep any longer. But even in sleep, you found no peace. Your dreams were plagued by the image of Sunday, his sad eyes and gentle hands haunting you, mingling with the guilt of pushing him away and the fear of losing control.

You woke up several times that night, each time more exhausted than before, your body aching from the uncomfortable position and the relentless stress. When morning finally came, you felt like a shadow of yourself, the weight of your own expectations crushing down on you.

As you slowly cleaned up the broken glass and iodine, you couldn't help but think about how fragile everything seemed—your work, your emotions, your relationships. The image of Sunday holding your face, his words about you being one of his dear people, replayed in your mind. It felt like a paradox: how could you be dear to anyone when you couldn't even keep yourself together?

Sunday, noticing your increasingly frazzled state, couldn't shake the concern he felt. He remembered the few moments when you'd shown a glimpse of vulnerability, and he knew you were pushing yourself too hard. Determined to do something for you, he sought advice from Himeko, one of the few people on the Astral Express who seemed to understand you.

One quiet morning, while most of the crew was occupied with their own tasks, Sunday found Himeko in the lounge, sipping her morning coffee. He approached her hesitantly, unsure of how to start the conversation.

"Himeko," he began, catching her attention. She looked up, smiling warmly.

"Sunday, " she greeted him. "What brings you here so early?"

He shifted nervously, glancing around to make sure no one else was within earshot. "I wanted to ask you something... about her," he said, referring to you. "I want to do something nice, but I'm not sure what she'd appreciate."

Himeko raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That's very thoughtful of you," she said, setting her coffee down. "She doesn't often show what she likes, but from what I've seen, she has a soft spot for cute things. Especially sweets, like strawberry cake."

Sunday nodded, absorbing the information. "Strawberry cake," he repeated, as if committing it to memory. "Any other tips?"

Himeko chuckled. "Just be genuine. She might not show it, but small gestures can mean a lot to her. And knowing you, I'm sure whatever you do will be perfectly in order."

"Order-"

"It's a habit you couldn't control, Don't worry You are perfectly fine the way you are."

With a grateful smile, Sunday thanked Himeko and set off to prepare his plan. He wasn't particularly skilled in the kitchen, but he was determined to make something special for you. He meticulously researched recipes for strawberry cake, wanting to ensure everything was perfect.

The next day, Sunday took over the small kitchen area of the Astral Express. He donned an apron and got to work, his movements precise and careful. He measured each ingredient with exacting precision, making sure everything was just right. The way he handled everything was almost surgical—clean, orderly, and deliberate.

He prepared the batter, mixing it until it was smooth and lump-free. Then he carefully poured it into a baking pan, making sure it was evenly spread. As the cake baked, he prepared the frosting, whipping cream until it was light and fluffy, then adding a touch of pink coloring and fresh strawberries for that perfect touch of sweetness.

When the cake was ready, he let it cool before applying the frosting. He decorated it with a neat arrangement of strawberry slices on top, the vibrant red standing out against the soft pink frosting. The final product was immaculate, each detail carefully considered and executed.

Sunday stood back, admiring his work. He felt a sense of pride and anticipation, hoping that this small gesture would bring a smile to your face, or at the very least, a moment of peace amidst your chaotic life. He carefully packed the cake, making sure it would remain perfect until he presented it to you.

Later, he found you in your lab, still surrounded by your experiments. You looked exhausted, dark circles under your eyes, but there was a determined set to your jaw that Sunday couldn't help but admire.

"Hey," he called softly, catching your attention. You looked up, surprised to see him standing there with a box in his hands.

"What is it?" you asked, trying to mask your curiosity with indifference.

Sunday smiled gently, holding out the box. "I noticed you've been working hard, and I thought you could use a break. So... I made something for you."

You hesitated, then took the box, opening it to reveal the beautifully decorated strawberry cake. Your eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of something softening your usually guarded expression.

"You made this?" you asked, looking up at him with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

He nodded, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. "Yeah. I hope you like it. I know it's not much, but... I wanted to do something nice for you."

You stared at the cake, the neatness and care evident in every detail. It was unlike anything you'd expected, and it stirred something inside you—a warmth you hadn't felt in a long time.

"It's... really nice," you admitted, your voice softer than usual. "Thank you, Sunday."

He smiled, relief and happiness clear in his eyes. "I'm glad you like it. Just... take a break, okay? You can't keep going like this."

As the initial surprise wore off, you felt a surge of conflicting emotions. You weren't used to people doing things like this for you, and the vulnerability it stirred made you uncomfortable. Trying to regain your composure, you quickly bowed your head in a gesture of thanks.

"Thank you, Sunday," you said, your voice steady but with an edge of formality. "I'll... enjoy this."

Without waiting for his response, you turned on your heel and quickly made your way to your room, shutting the door behind you with more force than you intended. The sound echoed down the corridor, and Sunday flinched slightly, concern etching his features. He stood there, staring at the closed door, a pang of worry gnawing at him. Had he overstepped? Misread the situation? The abruptness of your exit made him think he might have upset you.

However, just as he was about to turn away, he heard a muffled sound coming from behind your door. He paused, straining to listen. The walls were surprisingly thin, and after a moment, he clearly heard your voice, raised in an uncharacteristic shout.

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine excitement and delight. "It's so good! I can't believe he made this!"

Sunday's eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow, relieved smile spread across his face. The tension in his shoulders eased as he realized that your abrupt departure wasn't out of anger but rather a reaction to your own overwhelming emotions. The smile deepened into one of genuine happiness as he listened to your enthusiastic exclamations.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, shaking his head. It was a rare sight, hearing you so openly expressive, and it filled him with a quiet joy. For once, he'd managed to do something right, to bring a bit of happiness into your world.

As he walked away from your door, Sunday's heart felt lighter. He knew you weren't the type to openly express gratitude or affection, but your reaction told him everything he needed to know. It was enough to hear your joy, even if it was through the walls. He was pleased—more than pleased, actually—knowing that his gesture had been well-received and that, even if just for a moment, he'd managed to make you happy.

Inside your room, you sat down with the cake Sunday had made, a fork in hand. The first bite melted in your mouth, the sweetness of the strawberries and the light, fluffy texture of the cake taking you by surprise. It was perfect—so much so that tears welled up in your eyes, a mix of joy and overwhelming emotion.

"This is so good," you murmured between bites, unable to stop yourself. "How did he even do this? It's amazing..."

Unbeknownst to you, March had been passing by your door when she overheard your exclamations. Curious, she stopped to listen, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized what you were saying. A wide grin spread across her face, and she immediately ran off to find Sunday, eager to share the news.

She found him in the common area, quietly reading a book. "Sunday!" she called out, her voice filled with excitement. He looked up, startled by her enthusiasm.

"What's going on?" he asked, closing his book.

March practically bounced on her feet. "I just heard her in her room! She was saying how amazing the cake was! You really made her day, you know that?" She then clasped her hands together, her eyes wide and pleading. "Could you make something for me too? Please? Pretty please? I promise I'll be your best friend forever!"

Sunday chuckled, genuinely amused by her excitement. "Sure, March," he agreed easily. "I'd be happy to make something for you. What would you like?"

March's eyes sparkled with delight. "Surprise me! I trust your cooking skills completely after hearing how much she liked the cake."

As they talked, Dan Heng and Stelle happened to walk by. Catching the conversation, Stelle grinned and leaned in. "Did I hear something about food?" she asked, her tone playful. "If there's a chance for some free food, count me in!"

Dan Heng, standing beside her, was quieter but curious. He glanced at Sunday, then nodded slightly. "I'm interested too," he admitted, though more reservedly. "It's not every day we get to try something special."

Sunday smiled warmly at the group. "Alright, then," he said. "I'll make something special for everyone. How about a small dinner? It'll be a good chance for us all to sit down and enjoy a meal together."

The idea was met with enthusiastic approval, especially from March and Stelle. Dan Heng, though more subdued, seemed pleased by the prospect as well. They all agreed to meet later that evening in the dining area.

As they left to prepare for the impromptu gathering, Sunday felt a deep sense of contentment. He was grateful for the chance to bring a bit of joy to the team, especially to you. The thought of you enjoying the cake, even crying over it, brought a warm feeling to his heart. It was a simple act, but it seemed to have bridged a small gap between him and the rest of the crew, making him feel more at home on the Astral Express.

That evening, as Sunday worked in the kitchen, preparing a meal with the same care and precision he had put into the cake, he couldn't help but look forward to the dinner. It wasn't just about the food

The dinner Sunday prepared was a quiet but pleasant affair. The crew gathered around the table, enjoying the food he'd painstakingly made. March, in particular, was ecstatic as she dug into the strawberry cake he had baked again, savoring every bite. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and she couldn't help but express her joy aloud.

"Sunday, this cake is amazing!" she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "I think I can forgive you for everything—even for trying to kill us all." She laughed, though there was a hint of seriousness behind her words.

Sunday's expression grew more somber as he set down his fork. He looked around the table, meeting the eyes of each of his companions. There was a moment of silence, a quiet acknowledgment of the weight of the past. He knew he couldn't ignore it or brush it aside with a few kind gestures.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I need to say something," he began, his voice steady but laced with a deep sincerity. "I know I haven't been the most welcomed presence on the Astral Express. And I understand why. My actions before... they were inexcusable. I was following a path that I believed was right, a path guided by my devotion to the Aeon of Order."

Sunday paused, choosing his words carefully. "All my life, I was made to follow that path, to uphold order and protect those who couldn't protect themselves. It was my purpose, my reason for existing. But in doing so, I lost sight of what was truly important. I caused harm, and for that, I am deeply, terribly sorry."

He looked directly at March, then at the others, his eyes earnest. "I know an apology can't erase the past, but I want you all to know that I'm trying to find a new path. My conversation with her"—he glanced toward your direction—"made me realize that I can't cling to my old beliefs if they're causing harm. I need to search for my own meaning, beyond what I was made to believe."

Sunday's voice softened, a note of vulnerability creeping in. "I'm committed to moving forward, to finding a way to live that doesn't hurt others. I want to be better, to be someone you can trust. I understand if forgiveness takes time, or if it's something you can't give. But I want to try, to be a friend, and to support all of you as best I can."

The room was silent for a moment, the weight of his words settling over everyone. March, who had been listening intently, set her fork down and leaned forward, her expression softening. "Sunday," she said gently, "we all make mistakes. It's part of being human—or whatever we are." She smiled wryly. "The fact that you're trying to change, that you're aware of the impact you've had, it means a lot."

She glanced at Dan Heng and Stelle, who both nodded in agreement. Dan Heng spoke up next, his tone calm and measured. "We appreciate your honesty. It's not easy to confront one's past, especially when it involves such difficult choices. But the fact that you're willing to take responsibility and seek a new path... it's a good start."

The next day.

You brewed yourself a cup of coffee and made your way to the common seating area, seeking a moment of quiet. As you entered, you noticed Sunday sitting by the window, seemingly lost in thought. The early morning light cast a gentle glow around him, highlighting his contemplative expression.

When he spotted you, his face brightened with a slight smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted you, his tone warm and teasing.

Caught off guard by the unexpected familiarity, you felt a flutter of flustered embarrassment but quickly masked it with a composed expression. "Good morning," you replied, keeping your voice steady as you settled into a nearby seat.

As you sipped your coffee and began to settle into your seat, Sunday glanced over with genuine curiosity. "How's the work going?" he asked, his tone casual but attentive.

You sighed, the fatigue and stress of your ongoing projects bubbling up despite your best efforts to stay composed. "It's been a lot," you admitted, rubbing your eyes. "There's so much to manage, and I feel like I'm barely keeping it together. The more I try to get ahead, the more it seems like everything's falling apart."

Sunday's gaze softened with concern. "That sounds really tough. If you don't mind me asking, what's been the biggest challenge?"

You leaned back, your frustration giving way to a need to vent. "It's the constant pressure to get everything perfect. The experiments, the calculations, everything has to be precise. But when something goes wrong, it feels like it's the end of the world. And it's just me—no one to really help or share the load."

Sunday nodded, absorbing your words with empathy. "I understand. It sounds overwhelming. But, if you'd like, I could help you out. I'm not exactly a scientist, but I can assist with the tasks and take on some of the less critical parts of the work. I've been told I'm good at keeping things organized."

You looked at him, surprised but appreciative. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose on you."

He smiled reassuringly. "Not at all. I'd actually like to help. I've been trying to find ways to contribute more and be useful. And if I can ease some of your stress, that would be worth it."

You hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. The idea of having someone to share the workload with was tempting, and Sunday's genuine offer seemed sincere. Finally, you nodded, a hint of relief in your eyes. "Alright, if you're sure you don't mind, I'd really appreciate it."

"Great," Sunday said, standing up and heading toward a nearby workbench. "I'll get started by organizing your workspace and sorting through some of the data. That should free you up to focus on the more critical tasks. And don't worry about feeling stressed—I'm here to help you, not add to the pressure."

You watched as he began to sort through the scattered papers and equipment, his movements methodical and precise. A sense of calm began to settle over you, knowing that you had support. The thought of someone taking care of the more mundane aspects of your work was a welcome relief.

As Sunday worked alongside you, helping to organize your cluttered workspace, he noticed a peculiar object among the scattered papers and equipment. It was a collar-like item, adorned with intricate designs but clearly out of place amidst the scientific apparatus.

He picked it up, examining it with curiosity. "What's this?" he asked, holding the collar up for you to see.

You glanced over, momentarily distracted from your tasks. A small frown crossed your face as you recognized the collar. "Oh, that. It's something I picked up a while ago. A scammer in Belobog, a planet we traveled to, sold it to me. He claimed it was an ancient artifact with special properties."

Sunday raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "And did it turn out to be...?"

You let out a small, incredulous laugh. "A scam. It's basically a dog collar—probably for some sort of pet or even a decorative piece. Definitely not the ancient relic he made it out to be. It's just an overpriced piece of junk."

Sunday examined it more closely, still skeptical. "It looks pretty elaborate for a simple dog collar. Did the scammer give any other details about its supposed origins?"

You shook your head, shrugging. "Not really. Just that it was from some ancient civilization, but it was clear he was just trying to make a quick buck. We were too eager to find something interesting at the time and didn't question it enough."

He placed the collar back on the desk, his expression thoughtful. "It's impressive how convincing some people can be. But it's good you realized it in time. At least it didn't cost you more than it's worth."

You nodded, appreciating his understanding. "Yeah, it was a lesson learned. I guess sometimes it's easy to get caught up in the excitement of something that seems unique or valuable."

As Sunday continued to help you with your tasks, you couldn't resist teasing him a bit about the collar. You picked it up again, examining it with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"You know," you said, holding the collar up with a smirk, "if you ever want to use this on me, you should let me know. It might be... interesting."

Sunday's eyes widened in surprise, and a deep blush spread across his face. His wings, which were normally relaxed, flared out slightly as he turned his head, clearly trying to hide his embarrassment. "W-What? No, that's not... I mean, I wouldn't..."

You laughed, finding his reaction both endearing and amusing. "Oh, come on, Sunday. You do know what I mean. You're not fooling anyone with that blush."

He stammered, struggling to find the right words. "I-I didn't mean—It's just a collar, and I—"

Your laughter grew, light and genuine. "Relax, Sunday. I'm just teasing. But seeing you so flustered is pretty entertaining."

He finally managed to compose himself, though a faint red hue still lingered on his cheeks. He shook his head, trying to regain his usual calm demeanor. "I guess you got me there," he said, his voice a bit steadier now but still tinged with embarrassment. "I didn't expect that kind of joke."

You continued to chuckle, appreciating the lighter moment amidst the stress. "Well, you did make my day a bit brighter with that reaction. Thanks for being such a good sport."

Sunday managed a sheepish smile, the tension easing. "Glad to hear that. I suppose I should be prepared for all kinds of teasing now."

You grinned, enjoying the playful banter. "Just a fair warning—don't be surprised if I find more ways to make you blush."

Sunday took his new role as your assistant seriously, diligently organizing and tidying your workspace. His meticulous nature ensured that everything was in its place, which was a welcome change from the clutter that had previously overwhelmed you.

However, his relentless focus on maintaining order did come with a downside. He frequently interrupted your work to adjust things or make small improvements. At first, you appreciated the help, but after a while, his constant presence became a bit of a distraction.

You sighed, pausing your work as he appeared once again to rearrange a stack of papers. "Sunday, you're doing a great job with the cleaning, but you're kind of interrupting my flow. Can you just... give me a few minutes to focus? I'll call you if I need anything."

Sunday looked momentarily taken aback, but he nodded. "Oh, right. I didn't mean to be a distraction. I'll just—"

Before he could finish, you playfully cut him off. "Here, take a seat for a moment. I need you to be a good boy and let me work without constantly hovering."

With a mix of amusement and mild exasperation, you guided him to a nearby chair and gently but firmly encouraged him to sit down. He complied, though the weight of his wings made him look slightly awkward as he settled into the chair.

"Just sit here for a bit," you said, giving him a reassuring smile. "Be a good boy and stay put. I'll let you know if I need any more help."

Sunday, still slightly flustered from earlier, couldn't help but smile at your playful tone. He adjusted himself in the chair, trying to look comfortable despite his slightly heavy frame. "Alright, I'll stay here. I promise to behave."

You nodded and turned back to your work, finding it easier to concentrate now that he was no longer hovering over you. After a few minutes of quiet focus, you heard him shift in the chair behind you.

"You know," he said, trying to keep his voice casual, "if there's anything specific you need help with later, just let me know. I'm here to help, but I also don't want to be a bother."

You glanced over your shoulder and saw his sincere expression. "Thanks, Sunday. I appreciate it. I'll definitely let you know if there's anything I need."

As you worked on your experiments, you asked Sunday to bring over a specific mixture you had prepared. He promptly handed it to you, his hands steady despite his earlier embarrassment.

"Here you go," he said, carefully passing you the container.

"Thanks, Sunday," you replied, taking the mixture with a smile. You began to carefully mix the substances, excited to see the final result. The process had been challenging, but you were hopeful that this batch would be a breakthrough.

However, as you stirred the mixture, something seemed off. The concoction started to bubble and emit a strange, intense aroma. You frowned, recognizing the signs of an imminent reaction. Before you could react, the mixture began to froth and hiss ominously.

"Uh-oh," you said, your eyes widening. "I think something's wrong—"

In a split second, the mixture erupted in a small explosion of vapor and liquid. Sunday, who had been standing close by, reacted instinctively. He grabbed you and pushed you down onto the floor to protect you from the spray, his wings flaring out to shield you both.

The two of you landed in a tangled heap, Sunday ending up on top of you. The explosion released a potent, unfamiliar scent that filled the air—a fragrance that seemed to be unusually intoxicating. The smell was faintly sweet and seductive, carrying an almost aphrodisiac-like quality.

As the aroma enveloped the room, Sunday's breathing grew heavier. He seemed disoriented by the combination of the explosion and the overpowering scent. His face was flushed, and he collapsed forward, his head resting against your neck.

You were taken aback by the sudden turn of events, but you instinctively wrapped your arms around him, trying to offer comfort and reassurance. The closeness of his body against yours was intense, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"Sunday," you said softly, trying to steady him. "Are you alright? Just breathe—"

He mumbled something incoherent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His face was pressed against your neck, and you could feel his warm breath against your skin. Despite the situation, there was a tender, vulnerable quality to the moment.

You held him closer, your heart racing as you tried to keep calm. The mixture's aroma had created an unexpected intimacy, amplifying the closeness between you. You felt a mix of concern and something more intense as you cradled him in your arms.

"Hang in there," you murmured, gently stroking his hair. "We'll get through this. Just focus on calming down."

As Sunday's hot breath tickled your neck, you felt his lips pressing against your sensitive skin. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, making you acutely aware of how close he was to you. You could hear his labored breathing, the sound growing louder and more erratic with each passing second.

His hands moved instinctively, gripping your waist tightly. His fingers dug into your flesh, a sign of his mounting arousal. It wasn't just the explosion that had left him disoriented—it was the powerful aroma that seemed to have clouded his senses.

Despite the chaos surrounding them, you found yourself being drawn deeper into the moment. Your own breathing became shallower, matching the rhythm of his. You could feel his heartbeat thumping against your chest, a wild drumbeat that echoed the throbbing pulse between your thighs.

With a soft moan, you turned your head slightly, allowing Sunday's lips to find their way to yours. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he was starving for your taste. His mouth moved over yours with a fervor that left you breathless, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth.

The aphrodisiac in the air amplified the intensity of the moment, making every touch, every kiss, feel like it was infused with pure, unadulterated lust. You could feel the heat building between your legs, a burning need that threatened to consume you whole.

Sunday's hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arched into his touch, craving more of the sensations he was evoking within you.

Sunday looked deeply into your eyes, apology written all over his features. But before he could speak, you silenced him with another passionate kiss. You pulled him even closer, wrapping your legs around his waist to anchor yourself to him.

"I've got you," he whispered against your lips, a promise that resonated with sincerity. His words soothed the fluttering butterflies in your stomach, filling you with a warmth that spread from your chest down to your very core.

His hands wandered lower, exploring the curves of your hips and the swell of your buttocks. Each stroke of his fingers against your skin made you gasp into his mouth, the sensation driving you further into madness.

Sunday broke away from the kiss only to trail a path of fiery kisses down your neck, his tongue laving at the sensitive skin beneath your earlobe.

With a soft growl, Sunday's hand dipped lower, slipping underneath your panties to tease the damp curls at the apex of your thighs. His fingers traced the outline of your slit, causing you to arch into his touch with a low whimper.

"You're so wet," he groaned against your ear, his voice thick with desire. His thumb grazed over your clit, circling the swollen nub with tantalizing slowness. The pleasure was almost unbearable, making your entire body tremble with anticipation.

Sunday continued to tease you mercilessly, his fingers dipping into your folds before pulling back again. Each time he touched you, he coaxed a gasp from your lips, your body writhing beneath him in search of more contact.

Feeling your pleas for more, Sunday obliged without hesitation. His fingers plunged deeper into your slick heat, curling upward to stroke the spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"You like that?" he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Without waiting for an answer, he increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing it in tight circles that had your hips bucking against his hand.

"Please," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop."

Sunday chuckled darkly, his grip tightening around your waist as he pinned you beneath him. His movements became rougher, more urgent, each thrust of his fingers designed to bring you to climax.

With a soft sigh, you leaned up, capturing Sunday's lips in another searing kiss. This time, however, it was you who initiated the contact, taking control of the situation. You tasted yourself on his lips, the combination of your combined arousal making your head spin.

Your hands roamed across his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. You tugged at the fabric, eager to get to his skin. Breaking away from the kiss, you trailed your lips down his neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in your wake.

As you teased him mercilessly, you felt something large and warm cupping your face. Startled, you glanced up to see Sunday's wings enveloping you, creating a private sanctuary amidst the chaos of the room. The feathers were soft against your skin, providing a stark contrast to the hardness of his body pressed against yours.

With a sudden movement, Sunday lifted you off your feet, carrying you effortlessly to the nearby table. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he towered over you. His hands reached out, grasping the edges of your shirt to pull it over your head, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze.

He wasted no time in claiming your lips once again, his kiss demanding and possessive. His hands explored your body, tracing the curves of your breasts before pinching your nipples, coaxing a sharp cry from your throat.

As Sunday began to work the collar around your neck, you made a lewd face, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. The sight of you squirming beneath him only fueled his desire, making his member twitch with anticipation.

As Sunday worked the collar into place, you couldn't help but tease him, running your hands over his chest and abdomen, avoiding his aching erection. Your touch was maddening, driving him to the brink of insanity as you toyed with him.

"Please, just a little more," Sunday pleaded, his voice strained with desperation. His hands gripped your wrists, trying to guide them where he needed them most. But you held firm, continuing to deny him the relief he craved.

Finally, unable to take anymore, Sunday tried to assert his dominance. He pushed you down onto the table, his body covering yours as he pinned your arms above your head. His hips ground against yours, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of you.

"I'm going to make you cum," he growled, his hot breath fanning over your face.

Feeling your tug on his sensitive wings, Sunday let out a deep moan, pressing himself harder against you. The sensation was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. His hips gyrated against yours, seeking friction while his member throbbed with need.

Sunday leaned down, planting a series of kisses along your neck. Each press of his lips sent shockwaves of delight through your body, making you writhe beneath him. His teeth grazed over your skin, marking you as his own.

The pleasure built within you, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatened to explode. And then, suddenly, it did. A loud cry escaped your lips as your orgasm washed over you, your inner walls clenching around nothing.

With a soft chuckle, Sunday allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure of your touch on his wings. The sensation was unlike anything else, adding a new layer of delight to their already intense encounter.

His hands moved between your legs, resuming their teasing of your clit. His fingers danced over the sensitive bud, coaxing another wave of pleasure from your trembling body. Your cries filled the room, echoing off the walls and spurring him on.

Sunday's member throbbed with need, desperate for release. But he refused to give in just yet, determined to draw out every last bit of pleasure from this moment. His hips rocked against yours, grinding his length against your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal.

Both of you moaned loudly, lost in the throes of lust. The sound of your combined pleasure was music to his ears, fueling his desire even further.

Feeling your teasing words, Sunday couldn't help but smirk. Despite his gruff exterior, he was indeed quite sensitive - especially when it came to you. He loved the way you called him 'cute birdy guy', finding it endearing rather than insulting.

But as much as he wanted to stay with you, he knew it wouldn't be easy. After all, he was a demon, born and bred to live a solitary life. But something about you made him want to defy his nature, to take responsibility for someone other than himself.

With a gentle caress, he traced his fingers along your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes. "I do want to try," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "To be with you...as lovers."

Surprised by Sunday's declaration, you stared at him, your heart racing with a mix of emotions. Could it really be true?

Before you could respond, Sunday closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His mouth moved against yours with a fervor that left you breathless, conveying the depth of his feelings without needing words.

Breaking away, he looked at you intently, his eyes burning with a fire that mirrored the passion in your own soul. "I'll show you just how serious I am," he vowed, his voice low and husky with promise. "We'll explore every inch of each other, and you'll know beyond a doubt that I'm committed to this."

Sunday's eyes glowed with an intensity that matched the heat radiating from his body. He slid his hands down your sides, his fingertips grazing over the curves of your waist and hips before traveling lower still. His touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

He leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your earlobe as he whispered, "Let me taste you." Without waiting for your response, he dipped his head down, his tongue tracing a path along your collarbone before settling between your breasts.

His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking and nibbling on it with an eagerness that had you writhing beneath him. Every flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, building towards an inevitable climax.

Feeling Sunday's hand venture lower, you gasped as his fingers found your swollen clit. His touch was deft and deliberate, applying just the right amount of pressure to send ripples of pleasure through your entire being.

As he played with you, his thumb circled your clit in slow, tantalizing motions. The sensation was overwhelming, causing your body to arch up towards him in search of more contact. His fingers continued their ministrations, coaxing moans and whimpers from your lips as they grew louder and more frequent.

Sunday's member twitched in anticipation, throbbing with need. But for now, he focused solely on pleasuring you, wanting to ensure that you reached your peak first.

With a deep groan, Sunday positioned himself between your thighs, aligning his rigid member with your entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your warmth so close to him, before slowly pushing inside.

Your tightness enveloped him, gripping his shaft like a velvet vice. Sunday's eyes rolled back in his head as he savored the sensation, his pace slow and deliberate as he gave your body time to adjust to his size.

Once he was fully sheathed, he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in. The motion was deep and powerful, hitting spots within you that made your vision blur and your mind go blank.

Sunday set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with each stroke. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of effort.

Sunday's movements were a perfect blend of tenderness and ferocity, his strokes designed to elicit the most pleasure possible from your body. Each thrust hit deeper than the last, driving you closer to the edge of blissful obliviation.

Despite his rough exterior, Sunday took care not to make things too messy. His hands steadied your hips, guiding them to meet his every thrust perfectly. His member slid in and out of you with ease, thanks to his skilled maneuverings.

Between thrusts, he would lean down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, silencing your loud moans with his own. His mouth traveled down your neck, planting hot kisses along the sensitive skin there. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, encouraging you to let go and surrender yourself to the waves of pleasure washing over you.

Feeling your gaze fixed on him, Sunday pulled your collar aside, blocking your view of him. It was a strange gesture, but it only served to heighten your arousal further. The lack of visual stimulation pushed you even deeper into the throes of pleasure, leaving you utterly defenseless against the onslaught of sensations coursing through your body.

With your attention focused solely on him, Sunday increased his tempo, his thrusts becoming more erratic and forceful. He buried himself deeper within you, seeking out those hidden places that seemed to trigger the most intense reactions from your body.

Each stroke brought forth new waves of pleasure, threatening to overwhelm you entirely. Your breathing became ragged, your moans growing louder and less controlled. Sunday's own breathing echoed yours, punctuated by guttural growls of satisfaction as he felt your walls clench around his member.

The mounting pleasure finally became too much to bear, and you felt your climax approaching rapidly. As if sensing your impending release, Sunday's movements became even more urgent, his thrusts becoming shorter and more shallow as he sought to reach his own climax simultaneously.

With a few final, deep thrusts, Sunday felt his control slipping. A low growl escaped his throat as he came, his seed spilling into you in hot, pulsing jets. The feeling of him filling you up was overwhelming, triggering your orgasm instantly.

As your bodies trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, Sunday held you tightly against him, murmuring words of affection and praise. "You're my angel," he breathed, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. "I'll take care of you...always."

Feeling your weight shift atop him, Sunday allowed himself to be pushed down onto the ground. As you straddled him, he looked up at you with lust-filled eyes, his member still throbbing inside you.

The change in position allowed you to take control, and you wasted no time in starting to ride him. Your hips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding down onto his length as you adjusted to his girth.

Sunday's hands found your hips, guiding you with a firm yet gentle grip. He assisted your movements, helping to set a steady pace that had both of you panting with desire.

Each downward movement of your hips elicited a low groan from Sunday, his pleasure evident in the way his eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted.

Feeling your movements become more erratic, Sunday knew that another climax was imminent. His hands tightened on your hips, urging you to continue riding him as he fought to maintain his composure.

He continued to murmur endearments, his voice a soothing lullaby that helped calm your racing thoughts. His kisses peppered your scalp, each press of his lips sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

But it was a losing battle. With a final, powerful thrust upward, Sunday succumbed to the pleasure, his body tensing beneath you as he came. His seed spilled into you once again, this time in a series of smaller pulses that seemed to go on forever.

Your inner walls clenched around his member, milking him for all he was worth. The intensity of your orgasm left you breathless and spent, collapsing onto his chest as you rode out the waves of pleasure.Sunday held you close, his hands gently stroking your back as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

Waking up in the comfort of a familiar bed, you stretched lazily, the sheets sliding off your bare skin. You noticed immediately that you weren't sticky, and realized Sunday must have taken care of everything while you slept.

Glancing around, you spotted Sunday standing by the window, his silhouette outlined against the morning sunlight. You stood up, your muscles protesting softly at the sudden movement. You felt flustered but smiled nonetheless, drawn to the man who'd given you such pleasure the night before.

As you approached him, the cool air kissed your heated skin, causing goosebumps to rise on your flesh. You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Hello," you said, your voice soft and husky from sleep.

Sunday nodded, his gaze drifting down to where your hand rested on his arm. "Hey," he replied quietly. After a brief pause, he continued, "I, uh, took care of everything while you slept. The room's cleaned up, and... well, I didn't want you to wake up to any mess."

You glanced around, noticing that everything was indeed spotless. The remnants of the previous night had been carefully tidied away, leaving no trace of the chaos that had ensued. It was clear that Sunday had gone to great lengths to ensure everything was in order.

"Thank you," you said, touched by his thoughtfulness. "You didn't have to do all this."

He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "I just wanted to help. After everything that happened, it seemed like the least I could do."

There was a brief, charged silence between you. Sunday's expression grew more serious as he hesitated, then gently took your hand in his. His touch was warm, yet there was a nervous energy to it.

"I'm... sorry," he began, his voice tinged with guilt. "About last night. I didn't mean for things to go that far. It was my responsibility to protect you, not... not let things happen like that."

You felt a pang of emotion at his words, recognizing the weight he placed on himself. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting hug. Sunday stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed, leaning into the embrace.

"You don't have to apologize," you murmured against his shoulder. "We were both caught off guard. And... well, I don't regret it. But I understand if you're feeling conflicted."

His wings covered up his face.

"Hm? Don't get all shy on me....Also thank you for..taking care...I'm too lazy for bathing anyway.."

You turned to Sunday, resting your head on his chest, and decided to share more about your work.

"So," you began, your voice soft, "my research... it's about finding a way to control our enemies. Not in a harmful way, but to influence their actions, maybe even change their minds or make them more cooperative. It's about creating order, really."

Sunday's eyes widened in surprise, his eyebrows raising. He looked at you with a mixture of intrigue and concern. "Control your enemies?" he echoed, clearly processing the information. "That's... ambitious. And a bit scary, if I'm being honest."

You smiled, appreciating his honesty. "Yeah, Wait! Aren't you a follower of !!!!"

He chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes. "It's useless trick, After that incident I know even using that I could be fooled easily. In fact I'm not a know it all. But you don't have to overwork yourself on that...I think I can use it for you. " he teased, giving you a gentle squeeze as he hugged you closer.

You laughed, the sound light and genuine. "You don't have to-" you said, feeling a warmth spread through you at his touch. "Besides, I like you just the way you are."

Sunday's expression softened, and he looked at you with a deep affection. "I'm glad to hear that," he murmured. He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words, before continuing. "You know, if you ever need someone to support you or help you figure things out, I'm here. And... if it's okay, I'd like to be with you. More than just friends, I mean."

His words hung in the air, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and hope in them. Without a word, you nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips.

"It's more than okay," you whispered, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. "I'd like that too."

Sunday's face lit up with a joyful smile, and he pulled you into a tender embrace. The two of you stayed like that, holding each other close, feeling the connection that had deepened between you. It was a moment of quiet understanding and mutual affection, a promise of what was to come.

you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms.

"It's okay if you don't love me as much as I love you," Sunday said softly, a hint of sadness in his voice.

You reached out, touching his cheek gently. "I want us to fall in love together," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

He looked at you, surprise and hope mingling in his eyes. "Wait, are you really choosing me?" he asked, his tone incredulous. "I'll be with you forever. I won't leave you, even if I'm ordered to. Maybe... maybe for a new purpose, I'll make you happier than anyone else in the world."

You couldn't help but laugh softly at his earnest declaration. "Haha, considering you just unconsciously removed my clothing, what? Want another round?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sunday's face flushed a deep red, and he quickly ducked under the sheets, his wings wrapping around him as if to hide his embarrassment.

"Huh? Why are you hiding under the sheets?" you asked, amused by his sudden shyness.

"...Because I'm embarrassed," he mumbled from under the covers. "That was my first time. I'm sure I did something wrong..."

You couldn't help but smile, touched by his vulnerability. You gently patted his head, comforting him. "You were fine. I don't have any experience in that department either, so you did great!" you assured him, your voice full of encouragement.

He peeked out from under the sheets, looking a bit more reassured. "I can only hope... Tell me if there's anything I can do better. I'll work hard to improve," he said, his voice firm with determination.

You chuckled, finding his earnestness endearing. "You're so earnest," you said affectionately, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "And that's one of the things I like about you."

Sunday smiled, his wings slowly unfolding as he relaxed.

"It's okay if you don't love me as much as I love you," Sunday said softly, a hint of sadness in his voice.

You reached out, touching his cheek gently. "I want us to fall in love together," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

He looked at you, surprise and hope mingling in his eyes. "Wait, are you really choosing me?" he asked, his tone incredulous. "I'll be with you forever. I won't leave you, even if I'm ordered to. Maybe… maybe for a new purpose, I'll make you happier than anyone else in the world."

You couldn't help but laugh softly at his earnest declaration. "Haha, considering you just unconsciously removed my clothing, what? Want another round?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sunday's face flushed a deep red, and he quickly ducked under the sheets, his wings wrapping around him as if to hide his embarrassment.

"Huh? Why are you hiding under the sheets?" you asked, amused by his sudden shyness.

"…Because I'm embarrassed," he mumbled from under the covers. "That was my first time. I'm sure I did something wrong…"

You couldn't help but smile, touched by his vulnerability. You gently patted his head, comforting him. "You were fine. I don't have any experience in that department either, so you did great!" you assured him, your voice full of encouragement.

He peeked out from under the sheets, looking a bit more reassured. "I can only hope… Tell me if there's anything I can do better. I'll work hard to improve," he said, his voice firm with determination.

You chuckled, finding his earnestness endearing. "You're so earnest," you said affectionately, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "And that's one of the things I like about you."

Sunday smiled, his wings slowly unfolding as he relaxed

You snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth and the soft texture of his wings against your skin. The comfort of his presence, combined with the lingering sense of safety and peace, lulled you into a state of deep relaxation. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, the weight of the morning's emotions and the previous night's events pulling you towards sleep.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you drifted off. "For existing.."

Sunday gently wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "Thank you too." he murmured back, his voice a soft promise.

With that reassurance, you let yourself sink into the comforting darkness of sleep. The last thing you felt was the steady rhythm of Sunday's heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It was a peaceful, comforting sensation, and it carried you away into a restful slumber.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: May I request Dan Heng, Gepard, Welt, and Jing Yuan finding their lover crying in their sleep because they miss them?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Of course! I wrote Dan Heng's part during class so... the sleeping part is kinda missed but it shouldn't make that big of a difference, so hopefully you'll still like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Dan Heng for once agreed to go on exploration with Express Crew. Well... more like he was dragged there... you on the other hand couldn't go because of few duties you had to do on Express, so you were left alone with PomPom.

He was supposed to be away for just few weeks, but from your math... he was away for 3,5 months now... you received texts from Himeko that his phone broke and that they're gonna stay for a bit longer... she even checked up on you! But not wanting to cause trouble, you just said everything was alright, even if it was the opposite.

You were sitting on floor with your head on bed, arms covering it's back, as your sobs filled th room. You just broke after so much time away... you didn't know wher exactly he was, what he was doing, what he was thinking... did he even miss you?

When you heard door opening, you figured it was PomPom. He just entered with chocolate when he heard you sob and you honestly appreciated it.

"PomPom, please not now..."

"Not PomPom."

You have raised your head up after hearing familiar voice. You could see slight spark of worry in his cold expression, and he saw your puffy eyes which was enough to make him regret.

He kneeled down next to you, wrapping his left arm around your back, as right one caressed your cheek.

"I'm sorry for being away for so long... trust me, I came back as soon as I could. Others are still on that planned but I couldn't handle being there anymore..."

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

Welt was on the Express and you were on a planet he passed by once. He offered you many times to join him but you always refused, you had friends and family here after all!

But being away from your lover also put small crack in your sanity... it was hard being in long distance relationship... sure, you texted each other daily but you started missing his touch... so one night, when you were cuddled into your bed sheets and in deep sleep, you didn't even realized the thoughts you had were so sad that sleeping you just couldn't help but sob.

Welt on the other hand, finally visited your planet and having keys to your house, he decided to check up on you.

"Hello? Sorry for inviting myself in like that but you didn't answer and I got-"

He stopped when he saw tou form laying under sheets. Small smile appeared on his face, just to get washed away in the next second when he heard you sob in sleep.

He sat next to you and gently shook you, worried you might be having some kind of nightmare. Thought of you simply missing him this much didn't really crossed his mind.

"Darling? Are you alright? Did you had a nightmare?"

Hearing, feeling and now seeing your boyfriend, you immidietly threw yourself into his arms and bursted with emotions. His hand immidietly went to caress your hair and back in a comforting way.

"Shhh... It's alright now... I'm not leaving any time soon. We can finally enjoy our company."

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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!

Gepard's job includes lots of missions, which means you're often away from each other. You didn't even mind patrols that much since he'd at least come back at evening. But when he had a mission? He was away for days... and the worst was, you never knew how dangerous it is nor if he'll actually come back...

You managed to find one if your boyfriend's hoodies in your shared room. So now, you were embraced by his hoodie as you layed under sheets, sacrificing one pillow to hug it instead of laying on it.

Meanwhile Gepard, finally came back home, trying to be as quiet as possible since it's middle of the night and the last thing he wanted to do was to wake you up.

So when he entered your bedroom and saw you sobbing in your sleep, his heart broke... did he left you here waiting for this long? Well he certainly won't leave it be just like that!

Still not wanting to wake you up, he layed next to you, immidietly wrapping one arm around you and caressing your back. He felt so bad for leaving you alone... he kissed your forehead and promised himself to never make the same mistake. He'll do his best to send you letters, without accepting single no from higher ups as answer. He's a soldier, he shouldn't give up without proper fight, especially for his lover.

"I'm so sorry, my love..."

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Jing Yuan was very busy recently... he left with single kiss on forehead or goodbye... he never ghosted or ignored you. He always gave you logical answer why your affection must be moved to some other time. But him being busy lasted for few days now... and despite him assuring you it's not gonna last forever and that he still loves you, you couldn't help but overthink this situation.

The only thing you could to after days of separation was flop on the couch and hope for a nice dream. You didn't even wanted to sleep in your bed because you knew it'd trigger the sadness even more.

But the nice dream that you hoped for didn't seemed to take place, because when your boyfriend finally decided to spend the night at your shared place instead of his office... he noticed you gently sobbing in your sleep...

He kneeled down next to you and caressed your hair, he didn't wanted to wake you up since you're getting your rest but also didn't want you to continue crying, so he just whispered small reassuring words and compliments to your ear as he embraced you with one hand.

"Dearest... I'm not leaving you anymore. We're going to a very nice date tomorrow, I promise... I'll spoil you with affection to your hearts content."

When you finally stopped sobbing, with one final kiss on forehead, he scooped you into his arms and carried you back into your bedroom, already planning how he should repay for all he did.

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

[uraveragelonelygay]

Danger

Colt Seavers x fem!reader

a/n: hey team! surprise! also, i despise the way this turned out. but i haven’t written in ages, so i guess I’ve gotta start somewhere. if it’s shit, i apologize in advance! but enjoy!!!

summary: you have an issue with your boyfriend’s addiction to danger. he doesn’t see the problem. but will he see it when the shoe is on the other foot?

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“you’re not listening to me.”

“no, i hear you loud and clear. you don’t agree with me doing my job.”

you and colt have been at it for the entirety of your lunch break. this all started when you heard from your coworker, hannah, in the animal welfare department that colt had agreed to perform a stunt involving him leaping from one helicopter to another. you were outraged to hear this through the grapevine instead of from your own boyfriend.

so, when he walked into your tent during lunch with that stupid smirk on his face, you just lost it. needless to say, he was not receptive to your worries.

you sigh, running your hand through your hair frustratedly. “that is not what i’m saying and you know it, colt. i’m just saying i can tell you’re getting riskier and riskier. this isn’t a car roll we’re talking about here, colt. this is literally leaping through the air. something that could absolutely be done through vfx.”

he takes a deep breath, trying to calm the conversation down. “you just don’t get it. the pressure to agree to something when you’re on set with everyone watching you…you just don’t get it.”

you furrowed your brows at this. “i don’t get it? i work on a film set too, in case you forgot.”

he can feel tensions are high, so he attempts once more to calm things by making a joke…one that happens to be in very poor taste.

“i mean, technically, but, don’t you just sit in your trailer all day and tell dogs to sit and stay? it’s not like you’re actually experiencing the pressures of hollywood,” he says with a chuckle.

your heart drops at that. no way did he just demean your entire life’s work to ‘telling dogs to sit and stay’. you’ve worked for years to be a professional animal trainer for screen and stage. it’s been your dream since you were a little girl growing up helping your parents with the animal sanctuary they founded.

“what did you just say?” you ask, shocked.

you see the fear on his face as he realizes the implications of his own words. “oh my god, no, i didn’t mean-“

you cut him off, a look of pure betrayal on your face. “no, i know exactly what you meant. now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to get some dogs to sit.”

“baby, wait, i-“

“out, seavers,” you demanded.

colt knew upon hearing you call him by his last name that there was no mending this right now, so he nodded his head in defeat and slowly left your tent.

you sat down in your chair and put your head in your hands, trying not to cry. deep down, you knew he was just trying to ease the tension of the situation with his typical colt-seavers-awkward-humor. but you just couldn’t shake the feeling his words left you with. he knew how hard you had worked for this position and how demeaning people could be about it. you just never thought that your biggest insecurity would be the bud of one of his jokes.

taking a deep breath, you stand up and try to shake off your argument. you had work to do.

~

meanwhile, colt is back on set, trying his best to focus as dan briefs him on what his airplane jump will look like. understandably, the stunt man is having trouble focusing. all he can think about is the look of complete and utter betrayal on your face after he made that joke. that stupid fucking joke. why couldn’t he have thought before he spoke, just this once?

“earth to seavers…” dan snaps in colt’s face, trying to get his attention.

“sorry, dan, you were saying?”

dan rolls his eyes. “you might wanna listen to this, considering it’s going to be one of the most dangerous stunts ever performed.”

colt cringes at that. “actually, dan, on second thought-“

dan’s walkie interrupts the conversation as a panicked voice comes through.

“we have a code red in animal welfare, code red in animal welfare.”

colt’s eyes widen at that. “dan, what the fuck does that mean?”

dan puts up a hand to shut colt up. “shhhh, i’m trying to hear it-“

“everyone please clear the area, emts to animal welfare, emts to animal welfare.”

dan speaks into the walkie. “can we request some elaboration on the situation please?”

the walkie beeps with a response. “koda got spooked.”

colt is terrified at this point, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. “dan…isn’t koda a black bear?”

dan slowly nods his head, worry prominent on his face.

“colt, i think you’ve gotta get to animal welfare. this could be bad.”

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as you slowly regain consciousness, the first thing you notice is that you can only see half as well as usual. you lift your hand up to your face with a shaky hand and make contact with gauze that seems to be covering half of your face.

“oh fuck.“

your words startled a certain fall guy out of his slumber. upon noticing the panic on your face, he’s quick to move to your side.

“hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?” he gently asks.

“that depends,” you start slowly, “do i still have two eyes?”

he stifles a laugh at your blunt response. “yeah, don’t worry. you still have two eyes. it was a close one, though. he got you pretty good.”

you look at him confused. “what even happened? all i remember is koda getting overwhelmed and going to jump on me. everything else is lost on me.”

colt sighed. “you were knocked unconscious once you hit the ground, but from there koda did some damage with his claws. luckily, hannah was able to get him off of you before he-“ his breath hitches at the thought.

you squeeze his hand. “hey, it’s okay. it’s all okay.”

colt’s face crumples at this as tears fall down his face. you take his face in your hands and gently wipe his tears away. “what is it, honey?”

“i get it now. getting the call on the walkie. i get it. my heart fucking stopped because i thought that you were gonna-“

you press a kiss to his forehead. “shhh. i didn’t, though.”

“but you could’ve, and the last thing i would’ve said to you was that dumb joke that was the opposite of the truth,” he sobbed out.

“baby, i know that. i was just upset in the moment because it hit a sore spot, but of course i knew your true intentions. we’re okay, yeah?” you stroke his hair to calm him down, and the two of you sit there for a moment until his sobs become sniffles.

you bask in the silence, happy to still be alive and still be with him.

“i’m not doing it.”

upon your curious look, colt continues.

“the plane stunt. i’m not doing it.”

you sigh. “i just worry, but ultimately you do know best-“

he cuts you off. “no, no. i learned today how terrifying it is to watch you in danger of losing your life. i can’t imagine how you feel everyday on set. i’m not doing it.”

you smile. “well, i can’t say i’m not relieved to hear that.”

he smiles back at you.

“i love you, darling.”

“i love you right back, fall guy.”

[onlyyourhallucination]

“Oh also, what if, what if, Imbibitor Lunae and Dan heng are like, 2 separate bodies. 2 separate individuals.... No? Okay”

NO OP KEEP TALKING IM LOOKING REALLY HARD AND I GET IT ‼️‼️‼️ and also yes. forked tongue imbibitor lunae 😵‍💫 he’s real. i dont care what anyone else says HES REAL TO ME TOO ur il dh work was so neat!! thank u for ur hard work!!

-yuuzuforia 💕

Double the trouble

Pairing : Imbibitor Lunae & Danheng x Reader

Warning : slight nsfw

A/n : I am talking!! Two separate bodies of IL and Danheng... And I'm happy you enjoyed my works! I'll try my best to provide more IL Danheng contents

Because 2 separate bodies of Danheng, Imbibitor Lunae, and Danheng. They're just, I can't even describe it.

Imbibitor Lunae who's very clingy making Danheng frustrated inside.

Danheng and Imbibitor Lunae fighting with each other for your attention hngghnngn, especially on the bed. Aha.

Danheng and Imbibitor Lunae is not good with words, both of them is definitely more into actions. Be it feather like kisses, or marks littering around your body.

When both of them getting jealous of each other?

On the bed you go, them taking turns as they tried to prove who's better. Making you overstimulated <3.

Danheng who prefer doing intimate things in private, while Imbibitor Lunae is lowkey an exhibitionist, who will do things, knowing that you both could get caught aroused him.

Try to make them stick out their tongues, Imbibitor Lunae is winning on lengths and shape, honestly. But hey, We love both of their tongues despite their shape and lengths, no?

What else is there, ah.

Danheng who's gentle, meanwhile Imbibitor Lunae is rough with you.

Praises coming from both of them, Danheng is not the degrading type, but Imbibitor Lunae is lowkey one of them.

Imbibitor Lunae growls and grunts, while Danheng let out low whimpers and high pitched whines. I can't unsee.

Oh Aeons, They will definitely make sure both of their cocks fit into you. It will fit, if it doesn't, then, they'll make it fit.

Hhngng Imbibitor Lunae and Danheng fucking you to oblivion. That's it. That's all from me.

©onlyyourhallucinations ; do not copy/translate

[harveybwabbit92]

{After Akari, Zero, Taiga and Seven got sucked into a portal that sent them into a video game Pokemon.]

Zero, who is stuck in his human form: How much longer till we're at the next town?

Akari: I don't know... the paths were much shorter in the game. Also, I think we need beat another gym to progress through.

Taiga, also stuck in human form: Hey, ya think we'll find a Noibat on the way?

Akari: If this is the Kalos, Galar or Paldea region maybe?

Zero, petting his Froaky: Boy, if we're having this much trouble I can't imagine how dad must be fairing right now.

(meanwhile in Kanto at the Pewter Gym, Dan stands over a terrified Brock with Windom.)

Dan: Alright rock boy, I beat your little pets now gimme my badge...

Brock:....*hands over badge*

Dan, steppig out of the Gym: Good, now where'd those wimps wit' the big red Rs on their shirts go? They had a lot of nerve trying to rob me, but I'll teach them good when I find them...

{The terrified Team rocket grunts hold each other as Dan walks by the bushes they're hiding in.]

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Meanwhile Hikari calmly sits at his desk drinking a cup of tea while watching the family run around like headless chickens on his monitor. Now, He could help them get out.... Ah, screw it! He'll let them stew in it for while. That'll teach them for messing around with his stuff.

[shadowcatzone]

xingyue child after all the trauma (tm)

Xingyue child buying/sharing lunch with yanqing bc the stupid kid used all his money for swords again and didn't buy food. Despite knowing probably that if they keep feeding him he'll keep wasting all his money on swords rather than starving once or twice and then learning his lesson.

(They probably get any money spent back from jing yuan but don't tell yanqing)

Xingyue child adjusting yanqings age like a slider depending on who asks and what will get them the most benefit out of it. Wanna go to some sort of amusement park? He's 9 so he only pays half. Wanna watch a martial arts movie? He's 14 actually so old enough. Wanna get out of trouble quickly? "Sir, i'm just the attendant of jing yuans young son. You'll have to take any complaints to his father."

(They might get in trouble with jing yuan for this, but they're rather scolded by their "uncle" than a stranger)

Xingyue childs first priority being bailu, second priority yanqing. If something, anything, goes wrong, they'll pick up bailu, (and yanqing, if necessary) then make a run for either the artisanship commission or divination commission.

(Then they'll wait any danger out on a rooftop or in the forge until jing yuan or yanqing come pick them up)

Xingyue child playing with bailu. Neither of them really needs to pretend that they're younger than they actually are, but they will. Both are over 18 technically. Neither is fully grown. Both will absolutely throw a temper tantrum if only to throw off suspicion. Then they'll shit-talk about the preceptors.

(Included but not limited to: playing in yanqings room when he isn't there, playing in jing yuans room when yanqing IS there, playing in the study when jing yuan isn't there.)

Xingyue child trying to fight (and defeat) dan heng, ultimately getting defeated without dan heng making a single attack. Man's just dodging while xingyue child exhausts themself and ultimately falls on their face. Decides that dan heng is mean and will never fight him again (until the next opportunity arises) pouting all day afterwards.

(Jing yuan says he could at least block them. Dan heng claims that would be unfair, considering he's much stronger than them. Jing yuan sighs, dan heng is as stubborn as dan feng)

Xingyue child insisting on calling blade "yingxing" or "dad". That's a problem(tm), kafka never had to fix blade that often, not even during/after the story quest on the luofu.

(Because no one wants to leave the child alone with blade, even though he hasn't done anything to the child and it's unlikely that he will)

Xingyue child most likely picking up smithing (and tinkering) like yingxing and so they try to. Create. But they want blade to show them how, look at what they made, how is it etc. Nobody wants that, least of all blade, but the moment dan heng says he doesn't want it, blade will willingly go, if only to upset dan heng.

(Dan heng will be forced to go as well, to make sure "our child is okay. I mean, your child. I mean, my- no- their child. The child of dan feng and yingxing." Cue beet-red dan heng)

Bonus: xingyue child happily working in the forge, concentrating so hard on whatever they're making. Meanwhile, blade making out with dan heng, occasionally stopping mid-kiss to tell xingyue "you're doing great, keep it up." "Careful with that part, it can be difficult. You'll know what i mean" "just a bit more... [xingyue], heat the metal up a bit more.". Also, pushing his fingers into dan hengs mouth, to make sure he doesn't close it.

(If xingyue child noticed any of that (most likely not) they didn't let it show)

Also, cue blade abruptly stopping when he hears xingyue child call out "done!" Then runs over excitedly. Blade pretends nothing happened. Dan heng pretends the forge is too hot.

[zonerobotnik]

I was talking with my sister today about Danny Phantom, Fun Danny, Super Phantom and the theory that Phantom is actually a ghost that merged with Danny upon the portal opening, and she asked me "Okay, so if Super Phantom is a ghost that merged with him, where did Dan Phantom come from?" And, at first, I dismissed it as just "it's Plasmius' influence", but she pointed out that he wasn't merged with him when he initially attacked Vlad to get Plasmius, and it didn't sound like something Super Phantom would do. And when I was trying to think about that, I had to go to work, so I ruminated on it for a few hours. And then it hit me. It's NOT Super Phantom. The truth is, when Danny was taken over by his ghost self when Freakshow controlled him, he was sadistic, rude, greedy, messy, and didn't really care about anything but what he (and Freakshow) wanted. Dan Phantom is sadistic, rude, greedy, messy, and definitely cares only about what he wanted. He took over the entire world once he lost his humanity and kept going after the one city that actually managed to stand against him. He really hated that he wasn't allowed to do what he wanted, that people dared to stand against him. And, she's right, it's NOT Super Phantom. Super Phantom is goofy, heroic, friendly, and childish, like a teenager. He wanted to help people, and he wanted to have fun doing it, he rode on a vacuum cleaner while cleaning the room, and he was, well, a kid. Meanwhile, his counterpart acted like a frat boy. Dressing in sloppy clothes, being disrespectful to, well, everyone, making messes for fun, and not caring about what anyone else wanted as long as he got what he wanted. The only time he showed any interest in others' well-being was when Phantom was about to be shot. So, we're thinking, if the ghost's personality manifested in that episode, it wasn't in the Super Phantom part. It was in the Fun Danny part. So, the ghost probably wasn't a valiant knight in his past life, he was a troublemaker and he's the reason that Danny is always getting into trouble post-portal, even to the point of pulling pranks on Danny himself by dropping his pants in public. And once he was released, rather painfully, from Danny's body, he didn't need to pretend to be a good boy anymore and started by attacking the human that had betrayed him by having him get ripped out, the closeted hero that kept his true self restrained.

[a-vivid-dreamer]

Permission to ask for more headcannons about the Aeon Born! AU? It’s super cool and I wonder how the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus would react to Yanqing with his healing blood and such?

Thank you so much, I’m glad to hear that you enjoy the AU. ❤️

Hm, I’m not entirely sure what may count as headcanon type things but:

The nature of Yanqing’s blood is known by few. While Yanqing’s connection to the Abundance is known by all members of the Quintet only. In terms of finding out the deeper details of what that connection meant (such as the blood), it was Jingliu who found out first, second was Jing Yuan, third was Yingxing, fourth was Dan Feng, and fifth was Baiheng.

Even when Dan Feng kept things secret even after what he did with Yanqing’s blood… Jing Yuan was left with a lot of worry about Yanqing when Yanqing wanted to become a swordsman. It’s one of the big reasons why Yanqing trains so hard to get stronger because being stronger means less chance of risking injury.

(There may or may not have been an incident when Yanqing let himself get wounded during a battle and the truth had to get covered up by Jing Yuan… 🤭 )

Growing up with the Quintet, Yanqing often was fond of Jing Yuan and Jing Yuan was always rather happy to spend time taking care of Yanqing. By accident, this ended up with Yanqing seeing Jing Yuan as a father figure.

Meanwhile, Jingliu (Frosty-jiejie) and Baiheng (Fluffy-jiejie) were like sisters to him. Jingliu was the “sister” who at least knew some basic ideas on how to keep Yanqing entertained and happy but mostly was a disciplined, stern protector who tried to keep Jing Yuan’s spoiling from getting to Yanqing’s head (it would do no good for Yanqing to grow up being a spoiled/arrogant brat). Meanwhile, Baiheng was certainly one of the more fun members who’d often get wrapped up doing plans with Jing Yuan on what fun things they could do for Yanqing. This often gets her and Jing Yuan in trouble by the others if they roughhouse with Yanqing too much or do something the others consider not safe enough.

For Dan Feng (Dragon-gege) and Yingxing (Crafty-gege), they were like brothers to Yanqing. Dan Feng wasn’t nearly as energetic or free to do things with Yanqing, but certainly had a soft spot and didn’t mind it if Yanqing wanted to hang out with him even if Dan Feng didn’t really do anything. Yanqing could try climbing on Dan Feng or run in circles around him and he’d just calmly accept it. For Yingxing, he was very gentle with Yanqing and would often distract Yanqing by rambling on about what he was working on. However, he was always extremely serious about safety with his projects, especially when forging as he didn’t want Yanqing to burn himself. Especially when it did happen once and he panicked to get it wrapped up and treated. Though, this is also when he found out about Yanqing’s blood/self-healing abilities.

If the Sanctus Medicus ever learned about Yanqing’s blood… and just the fact Yanqing is blessed with a body of the Abundance without losing his humanity (thus achieving “perfection”)… He’d certainly have attempts to capture and study him. Buuut..who knows… maybe they already have suspicions or know but keep it to themselves or only the higher ranked members. After all, it’d do no good if they let such info slip. Alerting the Luofu of Yanqing’s nature may cause a bad backlash that’ll make them lose such an incredibly rare specimen like Yanqing and Jing Yuan’s position as general can’t always be enough to have a say in certain matters.

Being born of the Abundance, Yanqing has incredible regenerative abilities. And due to him having the Abundance in him, it can sometimes stagger weaker/sensitive Abundance Abominations that may be more hesitant to attack a possible “ally”. However, there’s things that can make this useless such as if Yanqing attacks first or if the creature has no issues attacking fellow Abundance Abominations in the first place.

With Yanqing’s side of the Hunt, it gave him a natural talent for battle. And is also part of the reason why he has a desire to fight due to having the urge to “hunt”. Yanqing’s fighting style focusing on power behind the use of speed is also a sort of “inherited” trait that tries to mimic the nature of Lan’s piercing arrows.

I also like to think that Yanqing’s Abundance side (and the fact he was born from the Ambrosial Abor) means he has an internal connection and can actually feel the tree’s state. Even over the centuries where the Ambrosial Abor is considered “dead”, Yanqing could still tell that there’s still specks of dormant life within that sometimes “calls” him…

I’d imagine he’d be in for a shock of his life when the Stellaron incident literally causes the tree to basically revitalize.

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The funny thing about dair shippers arguing that Blair was really in love with Dan (for, like, three episodes?!) in season 5 is that Blair literally says to Chuck before her wedding to the prince that she loves Chuck more and more every single day of her life. Meanwhile, she literally can't express verbal affection for Dan at all

exactly!! her verbally expressing her love for chuck is a major plot point and when they're together she says it repeatedly and easily. she even says it when they're not together so there's literally no doubt about how much she loves chuck at any given time. saying she loves him more and more everyday imo is the ultimate expression of this, bc it doesn't matter what happens with their relationship she truly loves him and that's all there is to it.

when she's with dan however, she can barely compliment him let alone express affection or love. I wanna take a moment to talk about how I've seen dair fans claim blair saying "[her] heart belongs to someone else" was her way of saying she loves dan and how it's not true. gossip girl isn't a show of subtleties or implications, it's a show with explicitly clear dialogue about characters' feelings about each other. like I said blair and chuck expressing their love for each other was a central plot point for s2 and after that they express it freely between each other, and comfortably say those 3 words, 8 letters. if the show wants the viewer to know how a character feels they'll tell u, whether it's love or hate or anything in-between. the gossip girl writers explicitly never have blair say she loves dan. it's a visible conscious choice bc she canonically doesn't love him. there's no doubt, there's no well that was her way of saying it. blair had no trouble expressing her love for chuck repeatedly, she even says she loves louis in a way, and she says she loves nate in s1. if she loves dan she would've said it, loudly clearly and explicitly. why would she have no trouble saying the phrase I love you to and about 3 different men (I'm different ways true, but she still says it) but suddenly resort to implications or vagueness with dan? why after spending an entire year trying to get chuck to say he loves her when dan says it after 5 minutes would she not say it back if it was how she felt? why would she ignore it, and then tell serena that she wants the next person she says those words to to be the last, meaning that even if she did say it to dan she can't picture a future with him or want to be with him long term (she also says she's "not ready" to say it bc of this, so she obviously hasn't been in love with him for any of s5 bc she could've just... said it at any point)? truthfully I don't understand why, over a decade after s5 ended and which made it very clear she never loved dan in any way, it's still being claimed she did. the writers couldn't really have made it any clearer that she barely liked him, let alone love him, and that it was the complete opposite of how she feels about chuck

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Kitty au, lets say there was rain I would think that the 2019 rookies + Daniel are just going to make Max hate his life cuz they would play in the rain, then we have Lewis and Charles who would HATE if there was a drop of water on their fur, but what about the rest?

Oh ppllsss ksks

Dan ofc causes the trouble and bullies the rookies into going outside in the rain (probably dragging Oscar along too) and Max knows he needs to get ready to towel dry all wiggly kitties after!

Meanwhile Charles and Lewis are all puffed up looking at the rain and not wanting to go out AT ALL!!

Also I need kev to be a grumpy looking Persian cat with long fur and he will zoom out trying to get the other dummies back in but then be a grumpy towel cocoon lol!

Yuki defo waddles out and then screams abd the sky when he feels the rain aksks!

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MSA X DP: The Ultimate Enemy Chapter 11: Meanwhile in Present/They are survived from getting crashing in dark future/They look worried about Danny, Sophie and Dan are still in dark future/Meanwhile in Dark Future/Danny, Sophie and Dan seeing the graves of their families and friends, even the missing posters of their families and friends/Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan are disguises as their humans from and are going to the present/Clockwork saids "Everything's fine" to Ghost Past and Ghost Present/Ghost Past remembers Muffet Pepper's stories/Jazz, Arthur and Jane discovers Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan are not truly Danny, Sophie, Dan, then Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan zaps Jazz, Arthur and Jane/Meanwhile in Dark Future Ghost Zone/Danny, Sophie, Dan are stilling having powers/Meanwhile in their present schools

**Meanwhile in present**

Jazz, Arthur and Jane drives up in a pink sedan and parks in front of it. We see that she has a personalized plate that reads "JAZZ" and a bumper sticker reading "Have you hugged your inner child today?"

Jazz: [leaning out her car window and looking around] Danny has to be out here somewhere

Arthur: Oooh, arthur, what u gonna say to Sophie?

Jane: Dan is to be out somewhere...

In the alley beside the Nasty Burger, Sam, Henry, Susan, Elise, Monty and Tucker with Mystery Trio appears in a flash of light. The still-live heating element and tanks of Nasty Sauce are visible. Tucker is on his knees, still shielding his head, screaming Sam crosses her arms and frowns at him. He looks up, surprised

Me/Laura: Huh? **gasp** Hey, i'm alive!

Sarah/You: What happen?

Sardonyx the Poltercat: Meow

Claude the Puppy: I guess we're okay

Sapphire the Dog/Kitsune: Yeah

Samantha the Polterdog: Me too

Muffet: I don't know, i think the medallions sends us back in the present

Tucker You got the medallions off, didn't you

Elise: **gasp** We forgot about Danny, Sophie and Dan!

Henry: Yeah

Sam: I don't accessorize well. Unfortunately, Danny, Sophie and Dan's still stuck in the future fighting their jerky older selves! We've gotta help them!

Monty: Yeah

Susan: Me too

Me/Laura and others: Us too!

Jazz: Tucker? Sam? Guys?

They turn and see her standing at the entrance to the alley.

Jazz You got a second? Let me answer that for you. **approaching with one hand pointing** Yes, u do. I know Danny, Sophie and Dan stole the answers to the C.A.T. That they are going to cheat!

Arthur: Yeah, and i can't believe what they do that!

Jane: I agree

Sam: Actually, Danny, Sophie and Dan wasn't going to--

Monty: They are did not going to...

Jazz: **holding up a hand** Sam, Monty, enough. I know more than you guys think I do. A lot more. So I suggest when you see Danny, Sophie and Dan, you guys tell them I wanna talk to him. Tonight! Because if I don't, I will be talking to our parents and Mr. Lancer tomorrow. **walks off**

Sam: Lancer and other teachers knows Danny, Sophie and Dan has the answers?

Monty: Maybe

Susan: I don't know

Tucker Oh, man, is they in trouble

Elise: I think not or maybe

Henry: Yeah?

Sam That's gotta be it. Danny, Sophie and Dan cheating is the thing that leads to that horrible future! Tucker Let me get this straight. Danny, Sophie and Dan gets caught cheating on a test, and we pay for it with our lives? How is that fair?

**Meanwhile in Dark Future**

*Danny, Sophie and Dan opening their eyes**

Danny: Mom? Dad? [rolls to his knees]

Sophie: What happened to them?

Dan: What's going on?

**The statues is of their family and friends. An epigraph on the large pedestal reads "GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN" and friends are missing in missing posters. At this angle we also see that Danny, Sophie and Dan's arms are bound to his torso with glowing green rope**

Danny, Sophie and Dan: Gone but not forgotten

They looks to the side and sees a statue of Lancer and other teacher off by itself. The pedestal has sunk into the ground so that it reads "MR LANCER and other teacher - GONE".

Danny: [standing] And where's the Nasty Burger?

Sophie: I think it's right there

Dan: I agree, it's right there

They looks up at the wreck of the Nasty Burger. It's been blown open, and the sign is fallen. Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan walks around the corner of the building

Dark Danny: Strange how one massive fireball of highly combustible condiments can ruin your whole future

Dark Sophie: Yeah, disastering you're future

Midnight Dan: and brokening you're whole future

Danny: The time medallion?

Sophie: And time medallion?

Dan: Where's The time medallion?

Dark Danny: Fused inside you. Nice, huh? Intangible and unreachable whether you're ghost or human which means...you can't go back in time. [He raises his hand and a disc of green swirling light begins to form around it.]

Dark Sophie: Fused inside of you. Nice, don't u? Intangible and unreachable whether you're ghost or human which means...you cannot go back in the long time [She raises her hand and a disc of green swirling light begins to form around it.]

Danny: It doesn't matter if We go back in time or not. We'll never turn into you! Never!

Sophie: Yeah, We'll never turn into you! No way!

Dan: We'll never be like u! No way!

Behind Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan the swirling green vortex has grown to their heights

Dark Danny: Of course you will. [he reverts to human form, but he now appears to be Danny's age; a perfect clone.] It's only a matter of time. [seizing Danny by the bonds, he throws him screaming into the portal.] I need you three out of our way and out of my hair while I make sure nothing happens to change my past. And luckily, this [he pulls out one of the time medallions] is all we need to make sure of that...

Dark Sophie: Yes, you do. [he reverts to human form, but she now appears to be Sophie's age; a perfect clone.] It's only a matter of time. [seizing Sophie by the bonds, she throws her screaming into the portal] I want you three out of our perfect way and out of my hair while I make sure nothing happens to change my past. And then, this [he pulls out one of the time medallions] is all we need to make sure of that...

Midnight Dan: Oh yes you will. [he reverts to human form, but he now appears to be Dan's age; a perfect clone.] It's only a matter of time. [seizing Dan by the bonds, he throws him screaming into the portal.] I need you three out of our the way and out of my hair while I make sure nothing happens to change my past. And luckily, this [he pulls out one of the time medallions] is all we need to make sure of that...

A ball of blue-white light engulfs them and he vanishes. They reappears back in the present, in the alleyway next to the Nasty Burger

Dark Danny: ...And to get where and when We need to Be

Dark Sophie: Yeah, We need to do

Midnight Dan: Me too

**Meanwhile in Clockwork's Two with Two Ghosts**

Observant 1: Have you completed the task?

Clockwork: [crossly] Everything's fine. [smiling] Everything's the way it's supposed to be. [He turns to the console of the viewer and presses a button as he reverts to his elderly form. Disguised Dark Danny appears on the screen in front of the Nasty Sauce vats.] And there's your boy, back to his time. Safe, sound, and clearly not evil. [onscreen Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan starts walking.] Now. Care to observe the door?

The two Observants look at each other, then vanish. Clockwork switches to child form

Ghost Past: ...

Ghost Present: U okay, ghost past?

Ghost Past: I remember about muffet, when she telling her stories, when her parents died, she was now adopted by pepper family... if i want to see muffet again...

**back at the Nasty Burger. Disguised Dark Danny is looking up at the sign. Even disguised, he retains his adult voice**

Disguised Dark Danny: The Nasty Burger. Still standing. For now... [he looks inside where the heating element is warming the Nasty Sauce tank. The temperature indicator is still slowly creeping higher.

Disguised Dark Sophie: Yeah, for now...

Disguised Midnight Dan: Yeah, for now...

Sam and Tucker: Danny!

Monty and Elise: Sophie!

Henry and Susie: Dan!

Me/Laura, Sarah/You and Others: Guys!

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan turns away from the hole in the Nasty Burger, surprised. Sam, Monty, Elise and Tucker with Mystery trio run, up, grinnning. Sam hugs him, Monty hugs her and Susie hugs him

Sam: You Guys made it back!

Monty: Yeah!

Susie: Me too!

Tucker: [also hugs Disguised Dark Danny] Did you three beat that evil jerky puspack alternative version of yourselves?

Elise: [also hugs Disguised Dark Sophie] Yeah, pal?

Henry: [also hugs Disguised Midnight Dan] Yeah, pal?

Disguised Dark Danny: [his eyes flash red for an instant, then return to blue, and he laughs shortly, He now speaks with Danny's voice] Always with the quips. In my weaker moment say, sometimes I miss your droll sense of humor

Disguised Dark Sophie: [her eyes flash red for an instant, then return to light yellow, and he laughs shortly, She now speaks with Sophie's voice] Always with sense of humor and manners

Disguised Midnight Dan: [his eyes flash red for an instant, then return to blue, and he laughs shortly, He now speaks with Dan's voice] It's fine always

Sam, Monty, Elise, Susie, Henry and Tucker look nonplussed

Tucker, Henry and Elise: I'm sorry?

Danny (Disguised Dark Danny): [realizing he's messed up] We just kidding! We beat my other self quite easily. Had you guys going there for a second, didn't I?

Sophie (Disguised Dark Sophie): Yeah

Dan (Disguised Midnight Dan): Me too

Tucker ...Well...we should probably do what we can to stop the Nasty Burger from blowing up, huh?

Danny (Disguised Dark Danny): Already done! Now, who's up for... [to himself]/what did we used to do together? [out loud] Playing some video games and raging against the machine?

Sophie (Disguised Dark Sophie): What did u think, guys?

Dan (Disguised Midnight Dan): Right, guys?

Sam, Susie, Monty, Elise, Henry and Tucker: [enthusiastically] We're in!

Me/Laura: But.. guys, oh i don't know what's going on

Others: Yeah

**meanwhile in ghost zone**

Danny: [grunting] We gotta get out of this!

Sophie and Dan: Yeah

Danny, Sophie and Dan: We're going ghost!

They does so. They struggles some more and finds themselves still stuck, then finally gives up

Danny: Well, it was worth a shot.

Sophie and Dan: Yeah

Box Ghost: Well, well, well.  All this time we've been planning how we'd take the fight to you, and here you are. Wrapped up like a present

Danny, Sophie and Dan: Box Ghost?

Box Ghost: Beware

Raising a hand he throws a blue-white energy beam at Danny, Sophie and Dan, knocking them into an older and much chubbier Ember

Danny, Sophie and Dan: Ember?!

Danny: You look....

Ember: Like I went to seed right after you three destroyed my vocal cords with that Ghostly Wail of yours?

Danny: We was gonna say statuesque, but uh--

Ember throws a punch chord on her guitar, knocking Danny, Sophie and Dan back. He crashes into Johnny 13, now balding and in a wheelchair

Danny: Johnny 13?! Ok, whatever happened to you, I swear I had nothing to do with--

Johnny 13: [the black blanket over his legs rises up and resolves into the bad luck shadow] Been waiting a long time for this, punk.

Danny: Wait! [The other ghosts close in on him.] No! Nooo!

Sophie and Dan: Oh no!

**meanwhile in present**

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: Our old rooms

Jazz: Danny? Sophie? Dan: We need to talk

Disguised Dark Danny: And my old sister, Jazz. What do you want, Jazz? We're busy.

Jazz, Arthur and Jane approaches, holding his backpack. We see that the Booomerang is on the floor between them.

Jazz Yeah, busy cheating! [She pulls the C.A.T. answer packet out of the bag.] Lancer was right, you three "did" steal the answers! Don't you understand?

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: That I'll be destroying my future? Haha. You don't know the half of it. [they takes the packet and bookbag from them] 

Jazz: Danny, Sophie, Dan, I know all of it.

Disguised Dark Danny shoves the packet in his bag] About everything. That you're part ghost. [she picks up the Booomerang] That you're always doing the right thing with your powers. Until now. Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: [surprised] You three knew?

Jazz: I know. And I've been covering for you with Mom and Dad because I'm proud of you, and the good that you do. But not anymore

Arthur and Jane: Yeah

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: You three always were smarter than I gave you credit for. [they abandons their disguise, changing to their adult ghost forms]

Jazz, Arthur and Jane: You're- you're not Danny, Sophie and Dan! [backing up and dropping the boomerang] That's why the Boomerang wasn't homing in on your ectosignature! You're not Danny, Sophie and Dan!

Dark Danny: We was. But we grew out of it. The Danny, Sophie and Dan, you know is floating helplessly in the Ghost Zone ten years in the future.

Jazz: Thet'll escape. They'll beat you!

Dark Danny: How? Is the answer A, the Fenton Portal? Destroyed it. B, the only remaining portal? The one my idiot cheesehead archenemy has? As soon as I find it, that's going too.

Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan: Even Lady-violet and twist-creep

Jazz: Cheesehead? Lady-violet? Twist-creep? Vlad Masters, Juleka and Diesel?!

Arthur and Jane: They are your archenemies?

Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan: Is it C, you three? No. You three can't stop me from cheating on the C.A.T. and solidifying our future, so it must be D-- [They throws an ectoblast at them, freezing them with green and dark yellow lights] None of the above!

They releases them and they falls to the ground unconscious. They returns to their human disguises and pulls the answer packet out of his bag, looking at it.

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: [adult voice] Well, what do you know! The answer to the first question "is" D. [evil laugh]

John Kingsmen: **gasp** I must find the real them before it is too late! **runs and gets the boomerang with the letter to sends to the ghost zone**

**meanwhile in ghost zone**

Danny: Please! I didn't do all this to you, it wasn't us!

Sophie and Dan: Yeah

ST (Skulker): Oh, stop! You're responsible for the horrible things that happened to your worlds "and" ours.

ST (Technus): To everyone you've ever come in contact with! Ember Your family, your friends, [backing away] and most importantly, us.

Danny: But--I didn't do any of that! All of the ghosts power up to attack.

Danny, Sophie and Dan: Get away. Get away! Get AWAAAAAY! Their scream turns into a Ghostly Wail, knocking the other ghosts away and vaporizing their bonds. The effort of the attack makes him partially revert to human form, their eyes and hair changing but his suit and glow remaining

Danny: Whoa. All of the ghosts are floating unconscious, the Shadow half-melted and Skulktech's suit smoking. Danny My voice is changing? Great. [he goes back to full ghost mode] I'm going through evil puberty. Everywhere I turn my stupid future is smacking me in the face! [The Booomerang clocks him in the back of the head] OW! ...A note? [they takes the note and throws the boomerang to the side] [reading] Wisconsin? Plasmius with Meyer and Diesel. Figures they's involved in this!

Sophie and Dan: Yeah

**meanwhile in present**

Tucker, Henry and Elise: (Whisper) Danny, Sophie, Dan , don't! If you three cheat on the test we--

Sam, Susie and Monty: Shhh!

Lancer: Mr. Foley, Mr. Fenton. [The trio and the mystery trio all look up] Is there a problem?

Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan: Uh... [they looks over at Sam, Monty, Susie, Elise, Henry and Tucker, who look back expectantly, and he snickers.] No problem at all. [their eyes go red]

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Somewhere in Paris

NPC employee: Have a nice day. Marinette: Mhm. You too. leaves the store Marinette: I got that and now I will just- She stops (It's her again) after 20 seconds ????: My Angel... She's missing. It's been months. As Marinette gasps Marinette: (Is there a connection between her 

and the other one Adrien was talking about. And the first one?) Marinette: Who is this Angel? I might know what you’re talking about. ???: She is like your height with heels. She wears a reddish jacket, leggings, and a polka dot romper. Marinette: (No it can’t be…! That “Angel" she’s referring to is that “Liar.”).

???: What happened? You look mad at me now… Marinette: Oh no I’m not. There was something else on my mind. ???: Is it about my little Angel? Marinette: No (Why am I lying to her? No I can’t be doing this. I have to-) ???: I tried asking around. People are avoiding the question or saying she’s a terrible girl or liar. Some said I should be fired for being her mom and that she was going to ruin many people’s lives. Is it true? Many are saying she’s a horrible person. 

... …I hope she’s okay. Marinette: Sheeee. It’s not true. I will do whatever I can to make sure she’s safe or find her safe and sound for you if I see her first. ???: Thank you she leaves a bit more with relief than earlier Seconds after, once that mom left from her vision, she falls on the floor Marinette: What have I done? Remembering what she said to Chloe About Lila Meanwhile Adrien is discombobulated by the revelation Adrien: (Lila) Does sign language to ensure her that Ladybug and Cat Noir will bring her Angel back few minutes later Nathalie: Are you okay, Adrien? You look like something is tearing you apart. Adrien: It's nothing. I just need to lay down. Placide I.T. starts shifting gears Adrien: I don't think it's that dire.

Besides, I think going too fast will mess with me His bodyguard takes things calmly for his sake

Hours later Adrien: We were too hard on her. Marinette: You weren't I was.

I made her go away and it's all my fault. Adrien: Don't blame yourself. 

None of us knew things would get like this. Marinette: It feels like it is. If I just wasn't so opposing to Lila. 

Maybe she would have had a good summer. 

Maybe we could have actually been alright. Maybe she could have actually stopped Chloe's evil ways if I hadn't been so me.

You need let this pain go and move on. 

All we can do is hope Ladybug 

And Cat Noir can bring her back safe and sound Should we get our friends to help us?

Marinette: I prefer to keep this between ourselves.

I don't wish to involve them in this. Adrien: You really do follow what you say. Marinette: Wha uh….What's that suppose to mean? Adrien: You stay true and pure. Marinette: Still…that Hawk Moth is going to be causing trouble. 

It makes the search harder. 

If only there was someone to help us figure out and end this.

Adrien: What about that Aeon?

Marinette: Oh my gosh, my dear Adrien. 

That Might Actually Work! 

Why didn't I think about this? 

I'll tell Ladybug this. 

Thank you so much!

Kisses his head and leaves

30 minutes later Ladybug: Thanks for taking me to New York, Pegasus. Pegasus: No problem. I'll just be waiting for you to hopefully recruit Uncanny Valley or Aeon to finally stop our enemy once and for all. And it's all thanks to our friend, Adrien. Sometime later Pegasus: Perhaps I should have got a smoothie or tried Dan’s Hot Dogs. I kind of thought this task would be quickly fulfilled. Ladybug: We’re back. As they see him chilling on the ground staring into space Uncanny Valley: (You must be the boy known as Max Kante but we've met before) She's writing that to his glasses somehow Pegasus: I see so that's why Adrien suggested you Pegasus: So you are completely available to join and help stop Hawk Moth once and for all? Uncanny Valley: (Of course I am. And yes, I will be keeping secrets and then erasing my knowledge of every heroes identity once I return home) Uncanny Valley: (Mother also holds much prestige of your work. She's really impressed how someone young as you can do so much. Maybe my builder and you can work together and create incredible things in the future.) Pegasus: I'll keep that in mind. Now talking to him normally 

Uncanny Valley: Just know time for fleshy beings is slipping and- Ladybug: Um stopping Hawk Moth? Both: Right, right. Pegasus opens the portal back to Paris

30 minutes later Ladybug: Thanks for taking me to New York, Pegasus. Pegasus: No problem. I'll just be waiting for you to hopefully recruit Uncanny Valley or Aeon to finally stop our enemy once and for all. And it's all thanks to our friend, Adrien. Sometime later Pegasus: Perhaps I should have got a smoothie or tried Dan’s Hot Dogs. I kind of thought this task would be quickly fulfilled. Ladybug: We’re back. As they see him chilling on the ground staring into space Uncanny Valley: (You must be the boy known as Max Kante but we've met before) She's writing that to his glasses somehow Pegasus: I see so that's why Adrien suggested you Pegasus: So you are completely available to join and help stop Hawk Moth once and for all? Uncanny Valley: (Of course I am. And yes, I will be keeping secrets and then erasing my knowledge of every heroes identity once I return home) Uncanny Valley: (Mother also holds much prestige of your work. She's really impressed how someone young as you can do so much. Maybe my builder and you can work together and create incredible things in the future.) Pegasus: I'll keep that in mind. Now talking to him normally 

Uncanny Valley: Just know time for fleshy beings is slipping and- Ladybug: Um stopping Hawk Moth? Both: Right, right. Pegasus opens the portal back to Paris

Later Cat Noir: So how are we gonna get Hawk Moth to spawn to here. This villain seems to never show up. Ladybug: SHOOT! Ugh! Why didn't I think about that!? Uncanny Valley: You better find a way to make use of me cause I will have to return soon. Ladybug: I need to think. Sighing Sigh Pegasus: What is it? (edited) Ladybug: We are going to have to do something very bad. I think the only way to draw our enemy out is to terrorize the town and fight each other. I just didn't want to do this. Everyone we are protecting. Cat Noir: Yeah I don't like it either but if you truly believe this will draw Hawk Moth out, then this might be our chance to bring peace to Paris and then we can bring out true peace to the world. Pegasus: It's for the greater good, as Marinette would say. Pegasus: Hopefully you can get enough of our friends here on board. Uncanny Valley: I'm confused.

You want us to be what people call “baddies," to trick this villain…. But then I would be hurting people. I would be a villain. Ladybug: You won't be but everyone else will be. Them: Huh?

Uncanny Valley: I don’t follow what you mean? Ladybug: I'll explain in more detail.

Uncanny Valley: (This must be one of those exception scenarios that humans make. I recall doing this but not to this degree. Would Jess do this…? She might...)

Advance To The Crimson Brine Of Lila 2 Part 2 of 2

[shadowcatzone]

but i really like xingyue child things, both angst as well as comedy,

One day, xingyue child just randomly stands in the astral express, letter in hand,

And then welt reading the letter like "dear dan heng, please look after [child] for a while, it seems they got into trouble but as of now, i have no time to come and console them myself. Please take care of them, thank you very much. Signed by jing yuan."

Welt: ps. You're gonna love them, they used to be your- i mean, dan fengs child.

Cue dan heng groaning and not immediately liking this random child, but also;

Dan heng: vidyadhara can't get children?

Xingyue child: i followed them home was adopted

But it's okay because the others like the child, but they won't let go of dan heng. (I'm never sure where to set the age. For this one they're maybe a head taller than bailu.)

They have lots of fun, but its also an awfully shy kid (curtesy of trauma) and they're staying overnight. Since welt has experience with kids, the child will sleep in his room. But the child doesn't want to. They shake their head and hold onto dan heng tighter. (They were just reunited with their "father", they're not leaving.)

SO in the end they sleep in the archive. While holding onto dan heng. Who does not sleep, but instead reads a book.

I do not know the premise, but for some reason, blade breaks in. Just levers the door open, manic grin on his face, [here's Johnny Bladie~] enters the room and just. Stands there. For a solid minute with the most conflicted look on his face.

On the other side, the child, lying on dan hengs arm, while he holds a book with the other, looking at blade, terrified-

And they're just staring at each other. Then blade moves and lies down next to the child. Staring at it.

Dan heng: ...what the-

Blade: -shhhh... language. Don't wake the baby.

Meanwhile in the subconscious(tm) dan feng is freaking out "don't fucking cuss near my poor baby you piece of shit what if they fucking hear you"

So dan hengs not getting any sleep, either way, anyways. Blade has no problem falling asleep right then and there. What's dan heng gonna do? Kill him? They both know that doesn't work. And blade leaves like. 10 minutes before the child wakes up, but not before pressing a kiss to their forehead and whispering something nice to them but like, dan heng hears. Vidyadhara ears yk.

Blade: out of five, three must pay the price. You, my child, are not one of them.

Dan heng, looking a little disturbed: what? Why would you say that to a child??

Blade, putting a finger to his lips: it's soothing. Remember, no cursing.

So the child wakes up a bit later, they leave the room and jing yuan is already here. Has been here for an hour and didn't wanna cut into blades parent time. He picks them up and they just let go of dan heng. Like it was never an issue.

Jing yuan: aw, did you have a good time?

Dan heng: n-

Xingyue child: yeah uncle! I slept really well and i dreamt that father and daddy were with me the whole time!

Jing yuan, now lookin mischievously at dan heng: and you?

Dan heng: ...it was alright...

And then dan heng can't sleep for a week at least because every time he has to think about the child. And every single time his fucking heart throbs. (Not because dan feng is laying into it with "oh my poor baby" and "growing up all alone". Nope not at all)

Until after a week blade tries to murder him and he gets so exhausted from the whole spiel that he just. Falls into bed and sleeeeps.

On another note, jing yuan now has dan hengs number saved as 'emergency babysitter #0003'.