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Stay Good Under Pressure: A Candlenights Exploration
Happy Candlenights, @yourbelgianthings! I'm your secret santa nyehehe. Hope you enjoy your hefty serving of Angus McDonald with a side of IPRE pain<3
This fic is loosely built around a line from the Mountain Goats' We Have Seen The Enemy (you know the one). I also tried to intersperse as much tmg as I could! (which ended up being not that much, sadly, but I think it hits) thank you for making me insane about this.
Word count: 3052
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“Hey, guys, is something going on?”
Angus was sitting in the Director's office, on one of the seats across her desk, helping the reclaimer crew navigate the Millers’ rapidly crystalizing lab.
“Guys, is something wrong? I can't hear you anymore.”
It seemed yet another one of Lucas’s experiments was proving more trouble than it was worth. From the crackling, static-ridden other end, it seemed like they had angered a robot that was meant to be a learning tool for children — only the “artificial intelligence” had obviously gotten out of control. Lucretia could not believe this was the same man she had trusted with the safety of this entire world. With the safety of her family.
“I think there's something wrong with the stones!”
The line went quiet.
“Sirs?” Angus spoke into the stone of farspeech as he looked up at her, worry raw in his eyes the way only a kid’s can show.
Lucretia reached over the desk and took the stone from his hands, trying to channel brand new arcane power into it. “Boys? Is everything alright?”
Silence.
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#The Adventure Zone#taz#taz balance#The Adventure Zone Balance#taz crystal kingdom#taz fanfic#fanfiction#Lucretia#Angus McDonald#IPRE Crew#They're family your honor#this feels like davenport erasure. I'm SO sorry I prommy I didn't forget about him (mostly) I just couldn't find a way to write him in natu#lex wrote a thing??#blink shark server candlenights exchange 2023#blink shark discord
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Uncoffined
@a-mag-a-day I'm being Extremely Normal about the tapes today.
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[I’m scared? When does the fear go away?... A-Anyway, I’m sorry.]
'Understanding' never was Beholding's strong suit, and much less with an Archivist who was impulsive and reckless and arrogant and oh-so-quick to throw himself out into the gutter for a misguided concept of 'doing good'. He never did give himself enough time to think things through, never grasped that he might need it; the difference between knowing and comprehending. Always too caught up in the big picture to understand the details. I suppose, in many ways, that is the role we play in this particular thread of history, if the wordplay will be excused. We are happy enough to help the Watcher, as long as it will behave and not make trouble.
[Inside of that wooden coffin, there was a staircase. It went down, apparently into the ground below, and seemed to go on as deep as I could see.]
A rib. It was funny at first, and then it was not funny anymore, not when the Archivist actually went through with it and thought it would be enough. Funny for an Archivist to give such importance to matters of flesh and bone. We almost wanted to leave him there, trapped deep below creation, a nifty little solution to set Jonah's plan back at least several years. But he was at least smart enough to take a recorder with him, and Choke did not deserve to have him. He is Ours.
[I can feel the knowledge pushing at my mind, eager to find a way in. But I don’t want it. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see.]
So tape recorders slowly started to show up in the Archives. In the storage rooms. On the floor. In Cupboards. On the floor. But they never could make it on top of the coffin— never, in all of their threading and playing and spinning and spooling, could get hold of their sibling inside.
[I think he thinks that the distance keeps us safe, you know? Like, like, if he just makes sure that we’re not involved, we’re somehow fine.]
He understood quick enough, the Lonely Spinner, when the recorders began to pile up on his desk, to take them back. He stacked them high and left them running, and sat on the ground, filling the Archives with a thick, heavy fog and leaving the recorders and the wooden floor tear-stained.
[We were speeding towards the scene, but couldn’t do anything but listen to it over the radio.]
Their voices wove together beautifully; the Archivist's and the Hunter's and the Lonely Spinner's and the Detective's. Their web stretched far and below and grasped its threads right around its missing link and pulled it closer within its entombment.
The rib lay inert in a desk drawer. The detective burst into the room— one missing tape spooling away her name on her desk, pulling her and the Hunter ever closer.
[Elias is keeping me busy. Hunting. Takes a while. I’m used to working with a partner... It’s fine.]
The Archivist was left to turn the tape recorders off. Thread by thread he undid the web that had been his salvation.
The last was left running until the end.
[We really need you, Jon. Everything’s – It’s bad. I-I don’t know how much longer we can do this. We – I need you.]
He always was a bit sentimental. He should hold on to it— it might just be what we need.
#tma#mag 132#the magnus archives#a mag a day#this is basically mag 132 from the web's perspective#i am being. so normal about the tape recorders today.#the web#the mother of puppets#lex wrote a thing??
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Thought You Should Know
Hi! Happy New Year! I promise I didn’t abandon this fic, life just got REALLY in the way. Alternatively: Yes There Is A Third Chapter To This Fic. Remember how I said it’s built around a dream? No? Well, it is. Here you go. Please enjoy: Son Boy Comfort Ultimate.
Word count: 3,684 (Chapter 3)
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Ship: Love Square (Mainly Adrinette)
Warnings: None
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(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)
Chapter 3: A Consideration of Everything that is Right and Wrong in The World
Chat Noir’s first akuma after making the discovery was… well. To say it was harsh would be an understatement.
It was the end of the day, but they had still been at school. Adrien would not have known what to do with himself if he had been home. He felt like a bit of a delinquent: Nino, Alya and Marinette had talked him into skipping fencing to go to the cinema with them and watch the first showing of a movie Nino had been raving about for months. He got Kagami to cover for him and everything had been going to plan until that point, but then again why should he ever get to have nice things? He was pretty sure that was not allowed.
As soon as the first ball of slime splashed and stuck to the courtyard floor, the group exchanged looks and a quick “meet back at the theater” before running to hide separately. Nino bolted upstairs to the classrooms, Alya and Marinette ran into a bathroom; he quickly ducked into a broom closet and transformed, ready to get the whole thing over with as soon as he could. He was trying really, really hard not to think.
The akuma’s… suit? Whatever they were wearing— it was really ugly. It looked like a crafts store had thrown up on them: they were covered in the same indescribable-colored slime (purple? Orange? Blue? Brown? All of the above?) their projectiles seemed to be made of, embedded with every imaginable shade of little balls and beads and glitter, and what looked like random bits of plastic. They also had a pair of huge, chunky, bright hot pink headphones. They had leaped into the middle of the courtyard almost right as Chat Noir emerged from his hiding spot, and their voice was a loud, grating whisper.
“Come on out, children! Don’t you want to look at all the pretty slime mixing together?”
“Has anyone ever told you you have a terrible fashion sense?” He clocked the figure in the back with his baton and sent them flying off like a weird, lumpy baseball straight into the locker rooms, leaving a thin strand of purple-green goo stuck to the end that made contact.
They kicked out the double doors and exited looking even more scrambled than before, the slime over their body shifting and writhing.
“It’s not about fashion, street cat, it’s about the feeling!" They shot a ball of slime out of their extended palm and Chat jumped out of the way just a fraction of a second too late; it caught on his right hand and dragged him back fully before sticking (hand included) to the wall behind him with a gross squelch.
“You’d think a fashion designer would have better judgment” he muttered, using all the anger stirring within him to struggle against the sticky, glittery substance (why on earth was it warm? Actually, scratch that. He did not want to know). The villain approached him at a stalking pace, absolutely convinced they had Chat right where they wanted him.
“One down, one to—” A loud creak rang out from behind them and they stopped in their tracks. Chat Noir could not resist looking at the wall across the courtyard and saw Alya peeking out of the bathroom. As his friend’s eyes widened, the villain followed Chat Noir’s line of sight: they turned around just in time to catch the slightest glimpse of her head popping back in before shutting the door again. The akumatized pile of slime turned back to him and contorted its face in what could only be described as a smooshed smirk.
“Be right back, kitty cat”. They seemed to eye him up and down before taking off in the opposite direction, running toward the bathroom door with slime projectiles at the ready.
The bathroom where Marinette was hiding.
“You kids should subscribe to The Whisperer!”
… And Alya— where Marinette and Alya were hiding. Both of them.
He was barely using his brain when he finally yelled “Cataclysm!” —perhaps louder than he may have wanted to—, immediately dissolving the goo on his right hand into a foul-smelling pile of ash. He saw the Whisperer flinch halfway through the courtyard as the tips of a butterfly-shaped mask lit up at the front of their face —where eyes should have been— and peeked out at the sides of their head. That gave Chat the moment he needed to leap after them and trip them with his extended baton; using it once again like a golf club to swing the slimy form the other way and entirely out of the gates of Collège Françoise Dupont.
He gave the bathroom door a knowing smile and a nod, partly wishing Marinette knew - knew that her help and her kindness and her friendship did not go uncompensated. That he planned on making her feel as safe as he did with her. Him and Ladybug would make sure she was protected.
He stopped in his tracks at the school door, watching as the Whisperer still struggled to get a hold of their slimy form. Where was Ladybug, anyway? As used as he had gotten to villains being dealt with in minutes, with new heroes popping up seemingly out of thin air before he could even get to the team, he had been fighting alone for several minutes now, with no signs of backup to be seen.
Had she found out somehow?
This was no moment to get in his own head, but after the humanoid slime being reformed, every attack got harder and harder to dodge or counter. What if she had? It was ridiculous. It was not as if she could just know (about his horrible, awful, selfish choice to keep quiet) and have decided to leave him to fend for himself. How would she? And even if she somehow had, how would she know it had anything to do with Chat Noir? His mind offered terrible excuses, each one worse than the last, for why the worst-case scenarios were not so far-fetched— Maybe she has known it was me all along, maybe she just hates me that much . The longer she was not there, the more difficult it got for him to keep the Whisperer in check. He had no idea how much time went by, but when he noticed, he had just barely dragged the villain out on the rooftops and was dodging slime projectiles by the skin of his teeth. He had been feeling better, he had started to actually let himself go through this, reassured himself it was only temporary, that he was doing his best with the situation. Where had it gone all of a sudden?
Before he even had time to begin formulating a hurtful answer to his own questions, he felt himself be lightly lifted and whisked up into the air.
He had not let himself realize how much he was looking forward to seeing her until she was zipping him masterfully away from the fight.
Ladybug put him down on solid ground- what looked like the back of a store with enough going on to hide out for a moment. He must have been staring, because her expression went from concentration to worry in a second.
“Are you okay?” She grabbed his right hand and looked at his ring as the second paw pad blinked off (had he missed the first one?).
He quickly tried to fall back on their established dynamic. It was easy, it was familiar, it was what worked . “All good. Thanks for that, my Lady, that one was a whisker away from getting me” except that the pun was as dry as sandpaper in his mouth and sounded all wrong; his least practiced smile felt off and did not reach his eyes, as much as he tried (he had never had to try before. Not for her).
She looked him up and down with concern and clocked a bruised cheek and a still-slime-stained arm. “I am so sorry Chat, I got held up transforming and then I had to track you down, and—”
“Bugaboo” he interrupted, planting both hands on her shoulders (like Marinette had done to him when he had started spiraling). She was there and she was worried, and she was apologizing for some wild, unfathomable reason. “I’m okay. Really”.
It was true that it had been a while since he had to fight one of those things alone. The same little voice in his head that kept pushing for him to actually think instead of just playing video games all day demanded that he take the apology; just this once. He had recently begun teaching himself to listen to it.
Ladybug breathed in and sighed in an attempt to relax into Chat’s reassuring gesture, but their regrouping session was cut short by loud, approaching splats .
“Let’s just do this, okay?” She spoke looking in his direction but did not once look into his eyes. “You and me, like it’s always been.” She smiled and it was one of the saddest he had ever seen on her. He wanted to ask, but knew there was no time.
He held his baton like one would a sword and they settled into a hurried fighting stance. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”
The fight was unusually quiet —On the heroes’ side, at least. The Whisperer would not shut up and their voice felt like it was just short of sanding their eardrums down to dust—. They communicated only in short phrases, looks and the occasional hand gesture. You could have cut the tension with a knife, and the living slime’s irritating remarks (“you just need to relax and listen to my voice”, “feeling the tingles yet?”, “maybe some slime will help you calm down!”) did nothing but add insult to injury. Chat was trying so hard to be in sync with Ladybug, to fall into the usual lull of battle, and he could see she was trying, too, but it just did not come. Everything about the fight was off— every move was mechanical; every tactic, strained. When she called her Lucky Charm, he had to keep himself from physically flinching.
They were done with the akuma faster than expected, but it took everything out of them— The fight was over, and nothing was fine.
The victim (some poor failed YouTuber named Ethan) insisted he could get home by himself and left the heroes alone to part ways. After a fist bump that felt as routine and hollow as everything else in the past few minutes, Chat extended his baton and began to turn around to leave before feeling a hand wrap around his wrist.
“Wait. Can we talk for a bit?” Ladybug looked up at him, and he was reminded why he could never say no to those wide, honest blue eyes. Even if she looked worried and he did not think going there was a good idea.
She pulled both of them into an empty backstreet between two nearby buildings, secluded enough that it guaranteed privacy. And she asked the question he had been fearing that entire time.
“What’s wrong?”
He could not even bring himself to say it was nothing. He just looked at the ground and fiddled with the tail end of his belt. He knew he had to say something, anything, to explain himself and his pathetic performance, but his throat stayed locked shut as he did his best to fight back the incipient prickling at the back of his eyes.
“That bad?” Her voice was not mocking or admonishing as he had expected. It was soft. There was something there that knew, on some level, what he was going through. She took a step closer to him and he tried to look up at her, but got no further than her shoulders; the tips of her pigtails messily falling over them.
“We could recharge and talk about it, if you want.” He watched as she raised a hand and placed it, gently, over his shoulder. He wanted to step back, to keep her at a distance, but he could not react fast enough, and it was too late.
He melted right then and there.
“I’m sorry, Ladybug, I am so sorry!” All his defenses broke and tears flowed down his face all at once, like they had been accumulating behind a dam.
“Chat, you don’t—”
“I failed you, I basically lied to you! I can’t even— I—” He could not have stopped himself from letting everything out for her to see if he had wanted to (he did not, and perhaps that was the worst part of it all).
The tears stung at his eyes and nose, and he felt her hands on his shoulders, grabbing at him desperately. “What do you mean? Chat? Are you okay? Chat, your miraculous, it’s—!”
He could not pay attention to a word she was saying as his legs gave out under him and he fell on the rough cement ground, barely registering the fuzz of magic washing over his body, leaving him exposed to her sight. He squeezed his eyes shut and wiped them furiously with his hands, maybe even trying, on some level, to conceal his face. He looked at the ground, the tears giving way to a wave of dry, exhausted anger.
“I could have ended this days ago. I— I should have done it,” he sobbed, “and I didn’t.”
Ladybug made no sound as she continued to tower over him, feet frozen as if nailed to the floor.
Adrien rubbed at his eyes again and made sure they could stay open. They did not sting anymore; instead, they just felt heavy. He used all the strength he had left in him to look up at her, to look directly into her eyes.
“I know who he is, Ladybug. I found out Shadow Moth’s identity.”
In her expression, he could see nothing but deep pain. He could not hold her gaze.
He did not know why she remained quiet. She did not yell at him, she did not leave. She stayed as he laid kneeling on the ground, looking at the gray cement under his knees, and spoke. He told her his story. He fidgeted with the ring on his right hand as he talked about the study, and the glint of the peacock miraculous and the book and how it had made his chest hurt. He began crying when he recounted how big of an idiot he had been the first time his father became the Collector. He had been so close, they had been so close, and if he had just used his brain instead of letting his affection-starved little dumbass heart fool him into thinking that maybe his father actually loved him, maybe, just maybe… he could have… he…
His throat locked up again and he wanted to tear his hair out, to compress himself into a minuscule marble and be launched onto the surface of the sun. He wanted to melt into the ground and rip the streets of Paris apart and swing his father into the Eiffel tower like a baseball and scream until the farthest reaches of the universe could feel his pain. All he managed was for the tears to burn their way down his cheeks again.
He did not see so much as feel Ladybug throwing herself on the ground in front of him, and through the stinging salt in his eyes he managed to see her.
She was crying, too. Shaking her head and grabbing at his shoulders again.
“Stop it. Adrien, stop that right now. This isn’t— you’re not—”
She cupped his face in her hands and wiped his tears away, even though they kept flowing and flowing out of his eyes. “Just… stop it, okay?” He did not understand why she was crying, why she insisted. He shook his head and tried to remove her hands, but they were so soft, and the tears hurt so much, he ended up holding them instead. He looked at her, concerned, empathetic, painfully kind, and let himself fantasize about a world where he was not so selfish; where he deserved her. She just kept him close. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”
And she hugged him. It seemed like something impossible and wrong and like everything that was right with this messed up world they were living in when Ladybug hugged Adrien Agreste and held him tight like he was the most precious thing she had ever laid hands on. He closed his eyes and let himself melt into her arms— and he did not need to feel the electric fuzz of magic or see the soft pink glow of her detransformation behind closed eyelids to recognize her and kick himself for not figuring it out sooner. He held onto her because she still felt like a towering shield around him and like no harm would ever come to him as long as he had her, and she was just as precious to him in that moment as he felt he was for her. He loved her as much as he ever had— maybe even more.
This was it. The safest place on earth. Right here, in Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s arms.
After they separated, silence settled between them. Adrien and Marinette were sitting on the ground of the alleyway cast in half-shadows from the tall buildings on either side; thin beams of sunlight striped the windowless walls that hid them from the rest of the world for the time being. They fed their kwamis, who shared an uncertain glance, and remained looking wordlessly at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably only a minute.
“I’m sorry.” It was Marinette who broke the silence first, at last averting her eyes to the ground.
This startled him more than anything else she could have said.
“About what?” His voice felt coarse after crying for so long. She seemed to think for a moment, as if going through a rolodex of instances to be sorry for in her head.
“I don’t know. About everything. About your dad, about not being able to help you, about not just… telling you?” She gestured to her earrings and to Tikki, who was digging into her second macaron and pretending to not hear them. “Maybe if I had just dealt with it as soon as you told me…”
“You were there for me, Marinette. I am so thankful for that.” Her name was sweet in his mouth, almost drowning out the bitter taste left behind by the past week. “It was all I asked for, and you went above and beyond, like you always do.”
“But you’re still not okay. We don’t know if…” He thought he saw something painful flash in her eyes, but she shook her head and it was gone. “I just wanted to make things okay for you.”
“I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make things okay.” It hurt, but it was true. “This is beyond even the best superhero Paris has ever seen.” He gave her a small smile. Seeing her look back up to meet his gaze, he could still barely believe his eyes. One of his closest friends, the one he had always been able to trust and confide in, who gave the best advice and had the most amazing ideas, was the person he loved and admired most in the world. The mix of feelings was a bit overwhelming— His chest and throat still ached from everything; from knowing too much, from not being able to do what was right for the greater good, to fulfill his duty. However, at the same time, he was sure his heart would burst out of the sheer love he felt for Marinette in that moment.
She smiled back at him. “Yeah, but you’ve kinda got a lot going on right now anyway.”
He rolled his eyes playfully at her. “I thought my job was being the clown of the team?”
She chuckled lightly at that. “Well, I always knew you were a versatile guy.” They both laughed and Marinette relaxed visibly, letting go of the strap of her purse she had been fidgeting with. Adrien noticed how much he had also needed this shared moment of levity.
He scooched forward and turned so that he was sitting next to her and leaned his head on hers, feeling her let her cheek rest on his shoulder. He reached out his hand for her to take, and after hesitating for a moment, she did. After a while of tracing over each other’s fingers with their own, it was Adrien who spoke up.
“Your hugs are firm,” he said, “it’s nice.” It was all he could do not to spurt out everything he felt when she was next to him; how safe, calm and at home she made him feel.
She let the sentence hang between them for a moment, as if she was examining it, and squeezed his hand lightly.
“Your hugs are gentle,” she squeezed his hand lightly, “I never want to let go.”
He squeezed her hand right back, brought it up to his lips and kissed it. He felt her cheek heat up through his t-shirt and a smile escaped onto his face.
“So, what now?” Marinette asked. Her voice was uncertain, but there was an unmistakable determination to it.
Adrien pulled back to look at her, but did not let go of her hand. He would never get tired of seeing her like this, fully and vehemently herself.
“I think we’ll have to figure it out together,” he said. “That’s what teams are for, isn’t it?”
She offered him her other hand and it made his heart grow at least thrice its own size.
“It’s you and me against the world, after all,”she said, a small smile painting her face a lovely shade of hope.
He took her hand and held it tight in a half-silent promise. “Just like it always has been, my Lady”.
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanfic#ml#ml fanfic#and that’s it!! hope you liked it because i put my whole heart into it<3#sorry for taking three million years to get it done#promised myself i'd finish this fic before new years and i DID im scream#the akuma was an asmr youtuber whose channel flopped so they became a sticky slime monster with the power to put people to sleep with ✨soot#I’ve always been shit at coming up w akumas but this one made me giggle#no beta we die like fuckin uh. gabe in adrien’s fantasies lmao yeet#fanfic#lex wrote a thing??
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LEX LUTHOR RALLIES THOUSANDS
Actual figure closer to several hundred, but thousands rally in spirit.
oh how art imitates life LOOOOOL 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
and on that note, i hope that whatever comes from this
ultimately turns into this
LOLLLLLLLLL 😂😂😂😂
#red hood: outlaws#red hood outlaws#red hood and the outlaws#rho#rhato#lex luthor#mercy graves#jercy liveblogs things#did they reeeeally rally in spirit?? or did tiktokers fuck over lex too LMAO#also whoever wrote that: PLS lemme shake your hand LMFAAAOOO
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trying not to make it obvious that i love to pair my OCs with other OCs instead of the canon character [failing miserably]
#idk i have always had this thing#and it will be extremely obvious with D for Detective#like it's so obvious Jessica should be with Corky. i even have a paragraph in which Jessica is like bummed out that she can't compliment#him in front of the Yagami family (don't wonder why. there's no why. they don't even know who he is.)#but yeah. when i first wrote this fic years ago on wattpad#i was asked to write a one shot in which L and Jessica get married and what did i do? i made her run away with Corky. literally.#it was L's nightmare at the end but it was my way of saying ''i liked them better & should've ended up together''#but yeah. even Ethe. like it's not a L/OC fic to begin with but she should be with Ayla or Rae if we want a toxic spin#i do have a bit of L/Lex in mind when they get older cuz stuff happens & it's weirdly toxic but ultimately it's Lex/Faust#''weirdly'' cuz you'd never think anything involving Lex is toxic but yeah i have a whole arc for them. one of my favs to be honest#i can't wait to write it#d.exe
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i hate having good days because the crash is always devastating
#like. i watched shows!! i wrote 2k for my fic!! i had fun with the boops!!#and now i've turned around and i hate the fun boops for now reason and i feel empty and i'm just like. hi 😐🧍#i wish i couldn't feel anything ever#and i should have been asleep for like an hour because i have school and work again tomorrow#and i hate everything#lex says things
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I genuinely love and hate that Bane went through this intensely transformative arc in Gotham Knights with meeting his father thanks to Dr. Thompkins and Bruce, and having his life saved by Batman, and it’s meaningful to the point where he’s like ‘I’m not Bane anymore actually’, and then we don’t see him again until two random panels in infinite crisis in which he is just. Out here. Fighting heroes. Zero context between points A and B, go girl give us nothing
#and then they used that one panel of him wrecking a D-Lister for a WHOLE PLOT in checkmate I yell#I don't know what this is but he just showed up and went rawr and then they were like 'bad guy no badding' and he was like 'okay'#just some rando judo guy outfighting bane while he's on venom i can't i cAN'T#like that time magneto was a one-off villain in spider-man and they were like 'yep peter won that fight no contest' aklsdj#i admit i do love this storyline of 'you killed my father AND you rigged an election! those are equally villainous things!'#it's extra funny if you know bane doesn't have to rig anything he quite literally owns the country of santa prisca#It was his price for working for Lex Luthor in Shadow of the Bat -- it's how Batman got him to leave without confrontation#He was like 'okay but when I'm finished with Luthor he's gonna pull this so you can leave now and cash in or you can wait to fight me'#and bane was like 'lmao good point bestie i'm outtie'#sometimes loving comic book villains means knowing that some random title is gonna borrow them to try and make their title character cool#and that's okay#the one that did it best was JSA they wrote bane REALLY well for his little two-issue guest spot#like it felt really relevant to his character he was characterized really well his defeat made sense it was nicely done#ooc#silly hours#Editors Note || Analysis
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Harry Osborn 🤝 Lex luthor
Queer rich men in love with their best friend, destroyed by their fathers and expectations, and whom the narrative is determined to kill.
#Spiderman#more like biderman#bi Superman#Lex luthor#Smallville especially#Like y'all#Whose best friend is also a superhero#and they both take a turn to the dark side becoming the one thing they never wanted#oof#Whoever wrote these characters was determined to break my heart bro
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“Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve” is most definitely a Lana song
#LIVING FOR THE THRILL OF HITTING YOU WHERE IT HURTS#cate liveblogs!#the thing is I think they wrote lex abominably#but lana's reaction to monster lex? pretty fantastic#she said 'you tricked me into marrying you? i am going to frame you for my murder and make your father watch'
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All I Wanted
@tazsapphicweek Day 5 - Prompt: "Haunted". Kodira is tired. One would hope a day off would help with that.
(not saying I sneaked any non-all i wanted song lyrics in there but that's exactly what I'm saying)
Word count: 2,268 (Chapter 2)
Ship: Oksamber - Amber Gris/Oksana (Ballaster Kodira)
Warnings: (Divine?) Possession
Chapter 2: Black And White Reruns That Escape From My Mouth
Kodira was tired.
It should not be misunderstood— she greatly enjoyed her job, and her life in Founders’ Wake was better than she could have imagined on the surface, but… It was exhausting work. Lonely work. Days off were a rare enough occurrence that, whenever they did come around, she barely knew what to do with herself other than sleeping as much as her body would allow. Kodira had come to convince herself, after 25 years, that she knew from the beginning she would be no ordinary chaperone. Her special connection to Koda came with as many drawbacks as it did benefits.
“Almost as many,” she had to remind herself (or was it Him? He always was good at making her doubt her own thoughts). She was one of the most powerful people in Founders’ Wake, both politically and in terms of the physical and ethereal strength lent to her by her patron. He was a god , and He had chosen her.
…And if He happened to be unbearable inside her head once or twice a day, well, that was just her lot in exchange for the opportunity.
“I would like to think ‘unbearable’ is… a bit harsh, but after all I am a guest in your house, so to speak.”
She would never fully get used to it— a god providing commentary on her thoughts from inside her head while she laid down on her couch.
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#The Adventure Zone#taz#taz ethersea#The Adventure Zone Ethersea#TAZ Sapphic Week#Amber Gris#Oksana Kodira#oksamber#taz fanfic#fanfiction#in which koda is an absolute asshole#this is the “kodira has a moment to be an absolute lesbian about amber” chapter<3#it is also the “koda is a piece of shit that deserved absolutely everything bad he got” chapter. fuck koda all my homies hate koda#lex wrote a thing??
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Masterlist
Hi! This is a new masterlist pinned post because every time I try to edit the other one to add something it is formatting hell, and you can't uh. edit old posts with the new editor so I am giving up. New pinned post it is.
Also here I will put a further link to my fandom list! (Which includes fandoms i have never written for but i will take nearly any excuse. For... Ask game and request purposes👀)
Without further ado, under the cut you will find the children (sorted alphabetically and by fandom):
Miraculous Ladybug:
Partners (AO3)
Word count: 1,239
Ship: Platonic Marichat
Warnings: None (only Extreme Amounts of Fluff)
The Face We Choose To Wear (AO3)
Word count: 2,122
Ship: Julerose
Warnings: Beginning of a panic attack (kind of)
Thought You Should Know (AO3)
Word count: 9,361
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Ship: Love Square (Mainly Adrinette with hints of Ladynoir and Ladrien)
Warnings: Description of a mild(-ish) panic attack
What Must Be Done (AO3)
Word count: 2,957
Ship: No ships, only pain. (But the pain is Ladynoir flavored)
Warnings: Idk if there’s anything specific, but it ended up a little too angsty for my liking. Hurt/no comfort.
Noragami:
Everything we are (AO3) (Featuring OCs)
Word count: 3,711
Warnings: Non-graphic violence, armed robbery, background character death, nihilism, thoughts of revenge (briefly), blood mention, death mention. (Yeah… it’s basically One Big Angsty Fight Scene)
Sanders Sides:
Golden Hour (Hockey AU)
Word count: 406
Ship: Platonic Losleep
Warnings: None
Solitary (Don’t Leave Me) (AO3)
Word count: 1,225
Ship: Loceit (Romantic? Platonic? Who knows lmao)
Warnings: Isolation, Slightly unsympathetic Patton and Roman.
The Adventure Zone:
Fire, rot, and other fun meet-cute ideas
Word count: 1,180
Ship: Blupjeans
Warnings: Fuckin uhh main character death lmao (non-permanent yk how it is)
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The problem with bouncing between writing 2 different chapters of the same fic at once and a completely unrelated in every way one shot is that hardly anything gets done and everything gets jumbled up in your mind and you die a little bit inside.
#this is about your princeton is in another castle#and a secret third thing#the problem with the mario crossover also is that apart from chazz atty and lex it's all entirely new material I'm working with#so it feels very different and weird as much as it's exciting ao I feel like I'm not doing my best work#even though I'm not doing anything different than how I wrote any other fic#it's kinda crazy honestly#abby's fanfic writer power hour#abby's insomnia thoughts
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"you really just keep on getting into trouble. is it a money thing or a you thing, lex?" the ease in which conner keeps on speaking as he takes down the armed kidnapper makes it clear he's used to this. gun crushed under his grip, he shakes his head as the assailant cowers. (he is used to fear and awe in equal measures, but this—this is unmistakable: it's fear.) "i'm starting to think it's a you thing, else your dad would get in just as much trouble."
as the man runs off for what conner assumes him to assume his own life, the clone frowns a little. "should i fetch him or let him go? your call."
random ask from a long time ago. | @hamartiana
his head is still ringing, and the effort it takes to sit upright is nearly enough to make him ill. nearly. he reaches up to press fingers, lightly, to the back of his skull. there's a nasty little bump, but there's no blood, which is promising. the fluorescent lights overhead make him wince, and the sound of the other man's voice is so sharp he can feel it in his teeth. a part of him –– distant, detached –– recognizes the signs of a concussion. ( it's hardly an uncommon occurrence for him, and he can't help but wonder if something about him being bald makes him a particularly attractive target for cranial trauma. )
" just let him go. " he reaches up for the clone's hand in an unspoken request to help him up, still shaky on his feet from being knocked out. " usually, this is their way of getting to my father. " more convincing criminals had tried to use him to extort money out of his father, with far less success; lionel would sooner see him murdered than capitulate to anyone else's demands.
of course, usually it's clark to swoop in with the daring rescue, but his little time-traveling replacement has had a particular knack for stepping in between lex and his inevitable demise lately.
" you'd think after the first few times, they'd learn it doesn't work, but what can i say? i'm charming. " he fixes conner with a long, unreadable look. then, after a long pause, he says, " thank you, by the way. i don't think i could have gotten out of there without you. "
#hamartiana#hamartiana (conner)#— ii. muse. ✧ you stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror. ﹂LEX.﹁#[ wow i wrote things two days in a row!!! ]
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There’s Something On Your Face
Another day, another dollar, another poorly written news story.
Jaune Arc may have finally landed his dream job at the, Daily Planet. Being able to tell, and explore various stories that help inform people throughout the world. Being able to see, and hear all sort of things. And, being around some of the most talented reporters in the world. It was his dream come true!
But, good gods the people here were illiterate.
Jaune: Haaa… Good lord…
Nora: What’s wrong, Jaune?
Jaune: This place is filled with some of the most talented news reporters in the country, but they all seemingly pose the writing capabilities of an eight grader! Which isn’t all the surprising considering the country’s falling education system…
Nora: Why, what did they spell wrong?
Jaune: Ruby, was writing a report about the ecological damage, Lex Corp has committed in that gas leak we had the other week. And, she wrote: ‘The effects of the ass leak will have unseen effects…’ Ass leak… Good lord…
Nora: Well… it’s where gas leaks emanate from.
Jaune: …
Jaune: You’ve been hanging around, Yang too much. That… that was just horrible.
Nora: She makes worse puns than that, and you know it.
Jaune: True. Speaking of bad puns, where is, Yang?
Nora: I don’t know, maybe she got an exclusive scoop, and had to go report on it again.
Jaune: Yeah, another exclusive scoop…
Jaune turned to look outside, his mind gazing over the familiar high rise landscape before him as a question that had been plaguing him ran amok. That stopped when he saw a green blur fly past followed by a white figure chasing after it.
Jaune: Oh, looks like, Superwoman’s got a dancing partner. Though I don’t think it’s a good dancing partner.
Nora: Wait, what?!
He said this as nonchalantly, and generally uncaring as possible as he saw his coworkers rush to the window to see what was a abuzz.
Jaune had been at the, Daily Planet well before, Superwoman had arrived. He had reported on her first exploits as a hero saving, Metropolis. Had conducted several personal one on one interviews with her. Hell, he had even been saved by her a few times. So seeing her go about doing superhero things like saving the city from an alien invasion, some villain with a massive ego boner, or simply saving some kids kitten stuck in a tree, he had seen it, and written about dozens of times before. It was time that the new blood reported on such stories. Besides, he would know about it all in the end anyway, when he checked up on their atrocious grammar mistakes anyway.
But, as, Jaune looked through the window to see, Superwoman’s white cape billowing in the wind. Her dazzling smile radiating the sky as he blond locks of hair shined seemingly created a halo of light around her. Making her appear like an angel in the sky. He couldn’t help but ask himself the same question he often found himself ask all the time as of later:
Who was it that wore the mask of, Superwoman?
~~~
: Hey, Jaune!
Jaune’s musing from grading more spelling mistakes, and poor grammar was broken when a warm voice freed him from his stupor. He looked up to see violet eyes hidden behind thick black rimmed glasses with a warm welcoming smile he knew all too well.
Jaune: Oh, hello, Yang. Where have you been?
Yang Xiao Long had been working at the, Daily Planet for a few years now, she was a highly skilled reporter with an uncanny ability to always snag the hottest scoop from under your very nose. She also had this odd habit of suddenly disappearing, and reappearing at will. She could have been fired for this if she didn’t keep on bringing such fantastic news stories though.
But, as he looked upon her, her dorky little smile, and her hair tied in its usual ponytail. He could help but wonder how she would look like if she removed those ugly frames of hers, and wore contacts, it was such a shame to hide such a beautiful dace after all.
Yang: Oh catching this juicy story by the docks!
Jaune: The docks? What were you doing around there?
Yang: Oh… I was… I was just out for a jog. That’s all~!
He could help, but quirk an eyebrow at her rather odd remark. They lived in the same building, the docks were on the other side of town from where they lived. And, she found this supposed juicy story on a jog? That didn’t add up.
Jaune: And, the story?
Yang: How, Lex Corp recently bought it, and how a lot of strange items have been coming through. And, an odd amount of stuff like fruit, and vegetables.
Jaune accepted the paper containing, Yang’s story, and put if with pile of stories he need to review. Her brief synopsis sounded ridiculous, but, Lex Corp was a shady place. He was once been given a bag of peanuts by them, and he would swear on his life that whatever he ate that day wasn’t a real peanut.
Jaune: Okay, I’ll give it a look see when I come to it. Need anything else?
Yang: Nope, that’s all.
Jaune: Okay, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to pondering how our education system if failing to teach proper english to people.
Yang: Okay! I’ll be here if you need me.
Jaune watched her, the country girl in the big city seemingly skip her way to her desk to work on what ever new story she had concocted.
She was a nice girl, but she was a little odd. Everyone was a little odd so that wasn’t a huge problem, but their was something especially odd about, Yang. He had several feelings about the girl, he understood, and rationalized them as best he could.
And, yet there was just something he couldn’t pin down about the girl.
~~~
Jaune looked to the clock on the corner of his computer screen, and saw that it had ticked past six o’clock. He looked around the office, and saw that it was only him, and one person left in the office.
He rubbed his eyes as he stood up. He grabbed some paper, and walked over to the last person in the office.
Jaune: Congratulations. You the only person who didn’t piss me off today.
Yang: What?
Yang looked at him confused as he handed her back her news story. She looked at the paper, and the only mark she saw was the stamp that read: ‘Print it.’
Yang: I’m confused.
Jaune: I’ve been reviewing, and fixing everyone’s stories all day, and yours is the only one I didn’t have to fix. To which I thank you.
Yang: Oh, no problem, Jaune! Were there any bad spelling errors you need to fix?
Jaune: Lets see, first off there was, Ruby’s mistake of writing, ‘Ass leak,’ instead of, ‘gas leak.’ Nora got lost on a tangent of talking about pancakes in her story, again. Neptune’s story was supposed to be about the new swimming pool that was built, but he spent most of his time failing to flirt with girls according to, Sun. And, the cherry on top was, Blake’s report on the faunas rights rally. Instead of writing, ‘feline’ she for some reason wrote the worss, ‘peal lime.’
Yang: Pfft-hahahaha!
Yang’s warm laughter was infectious, and brought a smile to his face as he watched her happy smile play across her face.
Jaune: Considering the fact she is a cat faunas she should know what the hell she’s talking about, but nope. Apparently she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
Yang: ‘Peal lime.’ Ha! That’s a good one.
Jaune: Yeah. So thanks for not giving me more work to do for a change.
Yang: Just doing my job, Jaune. Think nothing of it.
Jaune: It’s always nice to have something to relax to. So let me have this one. Okaaaaaaay…?
Jaune’s words began to slur as his head tipped inquisitively to the side as he looked at, Yang’s face. The action made, Yang nervously fidget as he appeared to be looking for something.
Yang: I-Is there something wrong, Jaune?
Jaune: There’s something on your face. Hold still, I’ll get it.
Yang’s face started to become flushed red as, Jaune leaned down, and moved closer to her face. She started stuttering as his hands came closer to closer, and then the unthinkable happened.
Jaune had pulled off her glasses.
Jaune: Ah ha! I got it, there was a disguise on your face, Yang. Or perhaps I should say… Superwoman~!
And, had swiftly, and effortless unmasked her super hero persona.
Yang: H-How… How did you find out…?
Jaune smiled softly at her as he took a seat in the chair across from her. He handed back her glasses to which she rapidly put back on to hide herself so to speak.
Jaune: I thought you’d put up more of a fight, and deny you were, Superwoman. But, to answer your question, I’ve had several reasons to suspect it was you. The fact that when one of you is present, the other has seemingly disappeared. That you seeming always have the scoop, then Superwoman deals with it before the authorities could possibly deal with it. Before we even have the oppression to publish the story. You seemingly have insane reflexes that no normal human with years of experience could develop. And, i know you have super hearing; how else could you have heard where, Mrs. Schnee’s wedding ring fell. You had her back to her, and it fell upon a carpet, I couldn’t hear that, and yet you did. These are all speculative reasonings though, easily can be construed as drawing conclusions. But, do you really want to know how I knew you were, Superwoman?
Yang: H-How…?
Yang was sacred, for the first time since she had dawned on the cape, she was genuinely scared. She knew, Jaune could be highly analytically minded when he wanted to, and that he had this terrifying habit on picking up on the smallest of details. And, if he seduced her secretly identity just by noticing the small details others would pass over, what else had he discovered about her?
Jaune: Your eyes.
Yang: What…?!
Jaune: Your eyes… People may share the same shade of blue, brown, yellow, what ever colour there is. But, they don’t look that same. I remember staring into those violet eyes for the first time, and being mesmerized by how soft of a warm violet they were. Then, I remember when, Superwoman saved me from that weird, Toy Master fellow, I couldn’t help, but notice how beautiful her eyes were. But, I knew this was the first time I saw them, I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that I’ve seen them before. And, I finally answered that lingering question that plagued the back of my mind. So, does that answer your question, Superwoman?
Yang: …
Yang: I-I’m not in my costume… Y-Yang’s just fine… And, yeah… that answers my question… Well at least some of them, but yeah…
Yang looked away nervously before starting, Jaune down with a worried expression etched across her face.
Yang: So you know my secret identity… N-Now what…? Are you going to tell the world that, Yang Xiao Long is, Superwoman?
Jaune: No, no I won’t tell anyone.
Yang breathed a sigh of relief that washed away all the fear she had been building up.
Jaune: However, you have to do one thing for me.
And, suddenly all that fear, and dread came rushing back like a tidal wave.
Yang: A-Are you blackmailing me?!
Jaune: Mmm… Kinda, yeah.
Yang was shocked, she saw, Jaune as such a sweet, and caring person, was he really going to blackmail her?!
And, what would he make her do? Steal a vault, break a bridge, kill someone?! What could he possibly…
Jaune: Perchino’s, tomorrow, say five o’clock?
Yang: Eh…?
Yang looked towards this goofballs smiling face as she was utter lost in thought at what he just said. So lost that she honestly took a minute to go from her fear to being blackmailed to realizing what he had just said.
Yang: P-Perchino’s… a-at five…?
Jaune: Does six work better?
Yang: Waitwaitwait! Are you asking me out on a date?!
Jaune: Surprised?
Yang: Honestly, yes. Yes I am… I thought you would tell me to rob a bank for you, or something like that. Not ask me out… o-on a date…
Jaune: Well, if it makes you feel better I’m asking you because I’ve been meaning to for a while now.
Yang: Y-You have?
Jaune: Yeah, it’s just every time I try you’re suddenly gone. But, now I know why. So, since I have you here; Does five, or six o’clock work for you?
Yang: …
Yang: F-Five o’clock…
Jaune: Awesome! Well, it’s late, and I need to get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow, Yang. Don’t stay up too late saving the city! Bye.
And, with that, Jaune was gone, leaving a bewildered, Yang behind.
In the space of five minutes, Jaune Arc had turned her world upside down. He unmasked her effortlessly, twice. He had her quaking her her boots when he said he was going to blackmail her into committing a crime. And, he had asked her out on a date instead.
He had asked her out on a date.
Yang was asked out on a date.
Yang: I have a date tomorrow…
Yang: …
Yang: I have a date tomorrow…?
Yang: …
Yang: I have a date tomorrow!~!
Yang squealed in glee as she realized that her crush had asked her out on a date. This was unbelievable, unforgettable, highly unpredictable, highly…
(Shatter!)
Yang’s exuberance was cut short as she saw that several of the offices windows had been shattered from the high pitch her joyous squeal had made. She looked about the office, before looking back at the window in shock.
Yang: …
Yang: Oh shit…
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I had a thought the other day: It’s called the Kryptonian AU, who says, Jaune has to be the Kryptonian.
#rwby#jaune arc#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#nora valkyrie#ruby rose#willow schnee#jaune x yang#yang x jaune#rwby dragonslayer#neptune vasilias#sun wukong
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aaand another kinktober prompt done!!
#i'll post a snippet for sentence sunday tomorrow#this was fun the fic is 4k and i wrote almost all of it today#lex says things
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Masterpost
This is the masterpost for everything that I have posted, not reblogged or added on from someone else.
DCU Only
The Batkids hide in Batman's cloak: here
DP Only
Ghosts as a separate species: here
DpxDc
Danny-centric
Young Danny: here
Danny really hates Christmas: here
Failed Ghost Danny: here
The Purge: here
Secret Arms dealer: here
Danny is Jon Kent: here
Martian Danny: here
Danny's being followed: here
Danny is Bruce Wayne: here
Danny is the clone of Barry and Hal: here AO3 link: here
Danny is Ace the bathound: here @bloggerspam wrote a beautiful fic for this!
Danny goes back in time to kill villain Tim: here
Danny is Diana's daughter: here
Danny arrives during DCeased: here
Danny is Alfred's son: here
Danny is centries old: here
"My name is Danny Fenton, and this is Jackass.": here
Danny is the son of Clark Kent and Lana Lang: here
Danny is convinced Batman is a vampire: here
Danny is Deadshot: here
Danny infiltrates the Light: here
Danny is Jason Todd: here
Danny pays Diana a visit: here
Dan-centric
Dan meets Jason Todd: here
Red Lantern Dan: here
Dan raises Kal-El: here
Jazz-centric
Jazz gets drunk: here
Halfa Jazz: here
Jazz is Lex Luthor's daughter: here
Tucker-centric
Tucker is Amity Park's protector: here
Dani-centric
Dani wants to get arrested: here
Dani is from the future: here
Dani is the clone of Bruce and Danny: here
When Dani destabilizes, Superman stabilizes her dna. She doesn't appreciate this: here
Danny is Clockwork's assistant
Clockwork's assistant au: here
Apprentice of time au: here
Green Lantern Danny
Adult GL Danny: here
GL Danny in Justice League: here
GL Danny helps arrest his parents: here
Danny and others:
Danny and Jazz go to a gala: here
Danny and Dick talk during a stakeout: here
Damian's rant: here
Cujo steals Jason's gun: here
Danny haunts Batman: here
Wally crosses into the DP universe: here
Bruce trains with Phantom: here
The Phantom siblings like to throw things: here
Gotham is on fire: here
Danny and Sam make a bet: here
Flash, Batman, and Joker accidentally cross into the DP universe: here
Danny and Bart are from the future: here
Dani and Dani decide to crash Bruce's interview: here
Mind-controlled Superman crashes Danny and Sam's date: here
Damian and Danny are best friends: here
Danny haunts Batman: here
Dick and Danny talk: here
Dick and Danny are childhood friends: here
Danny rescues Bruce in 1732: here
Jason and Danny kill the Joker: here
Deaged Danny
Danny escapes CADMUS: here
Danny and Dani are adopted by Aquaman: here
Oliver adopts Danny: here
Clark adopts Danny: here
Barry adopts Danny: here
Teen/Adult dad Danny
Ellie and Damian's forced friendship: here
Single Dad and toddler Ellie meet Single mom Kara and baby Kal: here AO3 link: here
Danny is Klarion and Nabu's Dad: here
Danny is Zeus, and Diana's father: here
Other:
Dick throws a party for his 30th birthday: here
The Batfam discover the GIW's warehouse by accident: here
Freakshow and Joker are brothers: here
Tim accidentally creates a portal to Amity Park: here
Dick accidentally saves Danny instead of Tim: here
Danny becomes backup Red Robin: here
Deaged Dick: here
Jazz, Harley, and Bruce are in medschool together: here
Halfa Tim Drake: here
Villain Fentons au: here
Valerie doesn't want to be on a hero team: here
Dick and Damian are ducks: here
Kryptonian Jack Fenton: here
Amity Park is its own nation: here
Villian Fentons: here
A Turkey ghost sends the Fentons on a country-wide chase: here
Little Baby Man Danny: here
Conner is Phantom and Superman's clone: here
Kryptonian Danny: here
Ships:
Dash/Danny: here
Tim/Danny: here
Tim/Danny gods of Krypton: here
Damian is Jazz and Bruce's son: here
Valerie/Danny raise Dani: here
GL Jazz/Bruce: here
FBI Agent Jazz Fenton(Nightingale): here AO3 link: here
Stephanie/Danny: here
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