out of the frying pan and into the fire
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In which a secret Shikai and a secret Bankai are both found out.
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Tracey Davis suspects something is fishy about Potter. Sure, he's handsome, but that doesn't make up for his sneakiness, and the fact he keeps going to The Forbidden Forest in the middling hours of the morning. Following him, she discovers his dreadful secret — one of... fluffy... proportions. (Comedy with a dash of horror. Mostly gen, mentions of romantic interests.)
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The Lost Count by Deuterosis
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
29 Mar 2024
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The Monomas survived the attempt on their lives, only to come under the protection of exactly the "right" people. Neito, formerly void of real options, now has some difficult choices to make.
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Hell Hath No Fury Like a Radio Demon Scorned by MothballMilkshake
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
02 Jul 2024
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Alastor thought that he might – might – have reacted slightly unfairly to the king's questions. After all – he was a curious man. And Alastor hadn't exactly been coherent during that incident of his, so could he really blame the ruler for trying to find out more?
(For going behind his back about it? Yes, absolutely, but perhaps it wasn't worth dismissing this entire thing over.)
But something in him did balk at the idea that this – this – might be enough to shatter the fragile trust he'd built up towards the king.
He really didn't want it to be the case – and he was sure Lucifer would have an appropriate explanation for his behaviour.
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- Part 20 of Stolen Moments
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everybody loves a winner, so nobody loved me by rreckonerr
Fandoms: Superman (Movie 2025)
08 Oct 2025
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Their eyes meet. Superman appraises him silently. Tracks the emaciated planes of his face down to the sharp jut of his collarbones from under the neck of his shirt. Lex doesn’t let himself wish for a door to close, for a curtain to drop, for a blanket to pull over his head. He feels like a child. Terrified and sick about it.
“It’s Wednesday,” Superman says, voice low. Gentle, almost, as if Lex is some sort of stray animal, tense and shaking, primed to bite. Demeaning.
Lex is not shaking. He holds his breath for a moment, wills the rhythm of his lungs to slow. He concentrates the fear into disgust, into a single heated beam of hatred. There are protections in place. Contracts, laws. Lex is government property. Superman won’t — he won’t.
Nobody will touch Lex Luthor.