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Hello! Please call me Sanchi. An Indian here. I like to draw, read and write. You are most welcome as long as you are friendly.| 17|

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Anyways

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how it feels to read self insert/xreader fics of any media that follow the canon plot line

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Couldn't reblog but got tagged by @ruiniel

Fave colour: any shade of blue Watching: rewatching Kny and started binging the OG Inuyasha Reading: Mostly fanfiction but The Pumpkin Princess and the Forever Night is a good book Im reading too! Last search: A LOT of research of Taisho era Japan. Current phone wallpaper: my pet :)

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If he was there instead of Gyokko

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i am sorry but i can only drool

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How is everyone watching legend of aang when it’s not even in theaters yet?😭

hi anon!

it’s because this movie was accidentally leaked and you can watch it in HD on pirated sites like 123cine and etc. though, i hope everyone rewatch it once it’s out again to thank the animators for their hardwork. i recently got into this fandom. it’s been good for me, i hope to rewatch it once it’s officially out.

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The Cinema

zuko×reader one shot, vigilante au

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, shit.”

The curses tears out of him the moment the webbing jerks tight from his wrists, pale strands snapping firm against the iron lamppost like they’ve got a personal grudge. A second later, they haul him upward with brutal force, and he slams into the brick wall hard enough to knock the breath right out of him. Boots scraping for purchase where there ought to be none, he catches himself on the sheer stone and keeps going, because apparently gravity is just a suggestion for him.

Below him, the city doesn’t care. The streets hum on, busy and oblivious. Cars crawl through traffic, headlights smearing across wet pavement. Somewhere down there, a little kid no older than three points up at the sky with all the wonder in the world, thumb half-out of his mouth. His mother doesn’t look up once. She only pushes the stroller faster.

He vaults the rooftop in one clean, desperate motion.

Up here, the wind bites harder. October has finally settled in, dragging cold air and rattling windows behind it. His hoodie snaps at his back as he runs, shoulders forward, feet pounding over gravel and tar until he slams through the rooftop door with a crack of splintering wood.

The stairwell swallows him whole. Dim light. Tight walls. His footsteps hit the concrete in a frantic rhythm as he takes the stairs two at a time, already reaching for the key in his pocket, fingers clumsy with panic.

“Come on… come on…”

The lock resists him just long enough to be cruel, then gives way with a soft, blessed click.

He bursts into the apartment like he’s escaping a fire.

Aang sits cross-legged on the bed, controller loose in one hand, the blue flicker of the TV washing over his face. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Hey, man,” he says.

Zuko yanks the red-and-black mask off his face like it insulted him personally and tosses it aside. It lands in a heap on the bed as he starts shedding one life for another in a rush. Hoodie off. Gloves off. Suit gone.

What’s left is not much better. Wrinkled black trousers and a shirt that still carries the faint stain of last night’s cheap Chinese takeout, the soy sauce dried into the fabric.

“Should I wear a tie?” Zuko mutters, mostly to himself.

Aang pauses mid-bite, popcorn hovering near his mouth. “Where are you going?”

“The cinema.”

Aang tilts his head, studying him like he’s an interesting species of idiot. “Cute. Then no.”

Zuko exhales, slow and shaky. “Good.”

Aang grins. “So who is she? This new flame of yours?”

“Girl from the decathlon team,” Zuko says, tugging at his sleeves, trying to flatten wrinkles that refuse to die. “Captain, actually.”

“Cool. Katara’s probably seen her at regionals.”

Zuko glances over. “Your girlfriend swims, right?”

“Yeah.”

Another handful of popcorn disappears into Aang’s mouth, entirely unconcerned with the fact that Zuko’s soul is currently exiting his body.

He turns to the mirror.

Dark hair, stubborn as ever. That birthmark over his left eye. Once, it had been all he could see when he looked at himself. Now it’s just there. Part of the face. Part of the story. Not the whole thing.

“How do I look?” he asks.

Aang doesn’t even look up at first. “Like a washer just spat you out.”

Zuko blinks. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Now Aang looks at him, chewing thoughtfully.

“God,” Zuko mutters, dragging a hand down his face.

He fixes his collar. His hair. Then fixes it again, because apparently stress has decided to live in his fingertips.

“You could just…” Aang waves lazily toward him. “Go as Spider-Man. You’re way more confident with the mask on.”

Zuko shoots him a look sharp enough to cut glass. “I cannot walk up to a girl and say, ‘Hello, I’m Spider-Man.’ What am I, an idiot?”

Aang grins wider. “Worked pretty well with that cute journalist.”

“That’s different,” Zuko snaps. “That’s-” He stops, scowling. “You’re a hollow gourd.”

“I’m sure she’d fall for you,” Aang says, blissfully unconcerned.

“Fuck you.”

Zuko bends to grab his shoes and freezes.

“…Are those my Jordans?”

Aang follows his gaze down to his feet. Guilt hits his face so plainly it almost counts as a confession. “Uh… yeah.”

They stare at each other.

Then Zuko lets out one long, broken breath. “Unbelievable.”

Aang shrugs. “You weren’t using them.”

“I am using them. Now. Tonight.”

“Well…” Aang waggles one foot. “Too late?”

Zuko steps forward and holds out a hand. “Take them off.”

“Come on-”

“Now.”

Aang sighs like a martyr heading to his doom and starts unlacing them. “You know,” he says, working the knot loose, “if this goes badly, you’ll wish you’d worn the mask.”

Zuko snorts. “If this goes badly, I’m never leaving this room again.”

Aang hands over the left shoe. “That bad?”

“You don’t know her.”

“No,” Aang says, settling back against the bed. “But I know you. And you’ll either crash and burn spectacularly…” he tosses the right shoe toward him, “…or somehow pull it off and pretend you meant to.”

Zuko shakes his head, though a faint smile keeps tugging at his mouth. He laces up the Jordans and stands, shoulders squaring like he’s preparing for battle instead of a date.

“Right,” he says. “I’m going.”

Aang gives him a lazy salute. “Try not to die.”

The door slams behind him like thunder.

For a moment, he lingers on the landing, breath tight in his chest.

He could take the bus. He should take the bus. Normal people take the bus.

Then he turns around and goes back inside.

Aang doesn’t even look up. “Changed your mind?”

“No,” Zuko says, reaching for the mask again. “Just getting there faster.”

Aang grins. “Webs?”

Zuko nods once.

“Sweet.”

And then he’s gone again.

Out in the cooling dusk, he pulls the mask down and climbs with that strange, reckless certainty he only ever finds up high. Rooftops welcome him back like old grudges. He leaps.

The city opens beneath him.

Rivers of light. Distant voices. A thousand lives moving below without noticing the one cutting through the dark overhead. His web catches, pulls, releases. Again. Again. Faster, higher, cleaner. The wind tears at him, and he loves it for that. Up here, there’s no doubt. No hesitation. Just motion.

Near the cinema, he drops into a narrow alley, boots whispering against damp brick. He pulls off the mask and stuffs it into his pocket, then steps out into the light... and sees you.

You’re just beyond the theater glow, head bowed, music murmuring faintly through your earphones. A Diamond Rio (the music player) rests in your hand, thumb brushing over it absently while you watch your shoes like they’ve got secrets to tell.

Beautiful.

No. Worse than that.

The most beautiful girl he has ever seen.

Zuko straightens so fast it’s almost comical, shoving the mask deeper into his pocket and wiping his hands on his trousers like that’s going to do anything about the fact that they’ve suddenly got very sweaty.

You look up.

“Hey,” you say.

His heart stutters so hard it should probably be illegal. “Hey,” he answers, and the word comes out weird, like it had to force its way past his throat. “You, uh…” He gestures vaguely, then hates himself immediately for it. “You got tickets, or…?”

“I was waiting for you.”

He lets out a breath that is almost a laugh, almost relief. “Right. Yeah. That makes sense. Sorry I’m late.”

You smile, faintly amused by his nerves. “No problem. I’ve waited longer.”

Heat climbs up his neck at once. “So,” he says, because if he doesn’t keep talking he may simply evaporate on the spot. “Cinema.”

“Unless you’ve changed your mind,” you tease.

“No! No, of course not,” he says too fast. “I love movies. Donnie Darko. I mean, Jake Gyllenhaal. Great… actor…” The sentence dies slowly and painfully in the air.

You smile anyway. “Let’s go.”

He nods, deeply grateful that you seem too kind to mock him yet, and falls into step beside you.

He’s already seen the film, technically. Studied it, even, just in case. He’d wanted to be prepared for this. For you. It turns out preparation is useless when the actual thing is walking beside him. You say hello and his brain immediately starts smoking.

“Two tickets for Donnie Darko,” you say, pulling him back to earth.

You reach for your wallet. Zuko pats his pockets. Right. Left. Back. Nothing.

“I, uh-”

But you’ve already paid, smiling like it’s nothing at all.

Zuko finds five crumpled dollars in his shirt pocket and clutches them like an emergency beacon. “I’ll get popcorn,” he says quickly. “And a drink. For you.”

If Zuko had imagined the worst, the evening still manages to be worse in ways he never thought possible.

The theater swallows them in darkness and buttery air, the smell of popcorn thick as fog. He sits beside you stiff as a man awaiting sentencing, popcorn balanced on his knee, hands hovering uselessly because they do not seem to belong to him anymore.

“So… uh…” he starts, then immediately wants to die. Fantastic beginning. Truly. A sentence that should win awards for panic.

You glance at him, patient.

“The… cinematography,” he tries again, lowering his voice as the previews start rolling. “It’s… good.”

You blink. “You’ve seen it already?”

Shit.

“No!” he says at once. Too quickly. “I mean, heard. From people. Many people. Who watch… films.”

You smile, just a little. Not unkindly, which somehow makes it worse. Then the lights dim further and he movie starts.

For a while, there’s blessed silence, and he clings to it like it’s the last solid thing in the world. Ten minutes pass. Then twenty. And somehow it becomes unbearable.

He leans a little closer. Casual, he tells himself, though nothing about him feels casual.

“So… Jake Gyllenhaal,” he whispers.

You turn toward him, confused. “What about him?”

Play dumb.

“He’s… very… Jake Gyllenhaal in this,” Zuko says.

Not that dumb!

“…Yes,” you say slowly.

He nods like he’s just contributed something meaningful to the conversation, then turns back to the screen and wishes the darkness might swallow him whole.

A little later, his hand brushes yours in the popcorn bucket.

He freezes.

This is it. This is how things begin, isn’t it? Hands brushing. Fingers lingering. He’s seen it. Read it. Studied it in far less terrifying movies.

Do not pull away, his brain scolds him.

Instead, his reflexes commands him to jerk back like he’s been shocked, and a small cascade of popcorn rains straight into your lap.

“Shit! Sorry, I-”

“It’s okay,” you say, laughing softly as you brush the kernels away.

Laughing. At him? Maybe. Probably not, but that’s not how it feels to him anyway.

“Great,” he mutters under his breath. “Perfect.” Damn you, spider senses.

Later, he tries again. This time, he’s going to be bold. Bold men do not whisper about cinematography and shy away at the touch. Bold men act. Bold men seize the moment. Carpe Diem!

He turns toward you, heart hammering, and reaches for your hand too fast, too stiffly. His fingers close around yours. You blink at him. He blinks back.

“...Hi,” he says.

You smile, though it wobbles a little now. “Hi…?”

He lets go at once, as if only just realizing what he’s done. “Sorry. I- thought there was… uh…”

A long pause.

“…a bug,” he finishes weakly.

“A bug.”

“Yes.”

“In the middle of the cinema?”

“…Yes.”

You study him for a second longer, then turn back to the screen, though the corner of your mouth is still lifted with faint, bemused amusement.

By the time the credits roll, Zuko feels like he’s survived a war and lost it on every possible front. His shoulders ache from holding himself together this long. His thoughts are a mess of every stupid thing he’s said and every second he wishes he could erase.

The lights rise slowly. People stir while standing to leave. Zuko sits there for one beat too long, gathering what little dignity he has left.

“Well,” he says at last, forcing composure into his voice. “That was… a film.”

You laugh again, soft and real, and get to your feet. “It was.”

He stands too and follows you into the aisle, uncertain, unsteady, like the floor might suddenly vanish beneath him.

Outside, the night air hits cool and sharp. You walked side by side beneath the streetlamps, the city dim and quiet around you. Zuko keeps his hands at his sides, fingers twitching with the urge to do something, anything useful. Words have failed him once already. He doesn’t trust them not to betray him again.

“You’re quieter now,” you say at last, glancing over at him.

“I’ve said enough,” he mutters.

A small smile touches your lips. “You weren’t that bad.”

He stops walking.

“Not that bad?” He repeats, like he’s testing the phrase for hidden meaning.

“Yes,” you say, turning to face him beneath the lamplight. “Just… a little intense.”

“A little.”

“A little.”

That gets the faintest ghost of a smile out of him. He starts walking again.

“I don’t usually do this,” he says after a moment.

“Dates?” you ask.

He grimaces. “If that’s what this was.”

You laugh softly. “What did you think it was?”

“A tactical failure?”

That earns him a real laugh this time, and it hangs between you, warm despite the cold.

“You’re funny,” you say.

“I am not.”

“You are. Just not on purpose.”

“That’s worse.”

“Maybe,” you say. “But I liked it.”

He slows. “You… did?”

“I did.”

Then you’re at your door. “Well,” you say, turning toward him. “This is me.”

“Yes.”

God, say something, he tells himself.

Anything.

Instead, when you step closer, close enough that he can see the faint cloud of your breath in the cold, his mind goes completely blank.

“You have… good… door placement,” he says.

You stare at him for half a beat. Then you laugh again.

Zuko closes his eyes briefly. “I’m going to stop talking now.”

“Good idea,” you say, still smiling.

And you lean in. It’s only a kiss on the cheek, light and brief, warm against the cold night.

“Goodnight, Zuko.”

“’Night,” he manages, his voice rougher than he meant it to be.

You slip inside. The door clicks shut behind you. Silence follows. Zuko stands there, unmoving.

Then...

“...Yes.”

A breath.

“Yesss!”

It bursts out of him sharp and victorious before he can stop it. His hand snaps up on instinct. A web shoots straight from his wrist and hits the metal bin nearby with a wet thwip. He blinks.

The bin tips over with a thunderous crash, spilling its contents across the pavement. Somewhere above, a window creaks open.

He does not wait.

The mask is on in a heartbeat. Another web fires toward the rooftops and he’s gone, laughter trailing behind him as he disappears into the night.

You close the door carefully with both hands, wincing faintly at the click of the latch. The house is quiet. No lights on except a faint glow from the kitchen.

You slip off your shoes and carry them softly across the floor, careful with each step. The kitchen table waits in the dark.

Then you see the newspaper.

It’s spread open, creased like someone has read it once, then twice, then one more time for good measure. The headline sits there in bold black print, glaring up at you from the page:

You go still.

Holy. Shit.

vivi's space: this was purely out of boredom based on that edit I posted on the evil website (which will be shared here as well). hope you liked it xx.

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holy shit indeed

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Yoriichi “fans” think it is cool to comment with a yoriichi gif in an edit which isn’t even about yoriichi. i still heavily believe that yoriichi got an upper hand only because of his speed, no matter how much i like him as a well written character.

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POV:

The face I make when I tell someone I like to read and they ask me what’s my favorite book but I only read fanfiction’s and X reader story’s

(LIKE DONT LOOK AT ME CRAZY BECAUSE I WANNA BE IMMERSED ( literally) IN THE STORY LIKE?) 👁️👄👁️

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yall really need to hear me out on dragon! zuko x disguised as a man! female reader who is a traveler and has to cross the magical forest that forbids women.

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Wisteria Ch5 Marked For

(Wow! Been a while since I posted for this story but I'm back! Also if you need a reminder for what Scp Demon Douma looks like go look back at the last chapter and look at the attached picture. Also thank you so much to @lavenderdropp for the fanart of Scp Demon Kokushibo!

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💬 3  🔁 8  ❤️ 146 · some fanarts for @echantedtoon’s Wisteria. Inspired by @flanelltees’s art . the anatomy may not be accurate as i am sti

FUN FACT: The picture I'm including is the birthmark Yuu had on her shoulder. In the anime it's the symbol on the House Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu stay at to recover after battling Kyogai. According to the official Wiki:

'Sometime in the past, a family was saved from demons by the Demon Slayer Corps. To express their gratitude, the family designed their family crest with a wisteria flower so Corps members would be able to identify the home, and stay there free of charge.'

Also most of the main cast are actually older in their mid twenties and so the Kamaboko Squad are all 18-19 ish too! Someone asked how older reader is, Reader just turned 20 in the story. So everyone is a legal adult!

Warnings for past abuse, poisoning, and killing mentioned.)

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If you want a brief recap on what it might be like read A Rock And A Hard Place to get a better grasp on it. The designs for the demons are by @flanelltees and linked below.

Akaza

Enmu And Kaigaku

Douma, Kokushibo, And Akaza

Wisteria Pinterest Board

Wisteria Masterlist

You Can Also Read It Here:

Wisteria On Ao3

Wisteria On Qoutev

Wisteria On Wattpad

Have you ever had a really bad life and things finally started going well only to then have everything take such a wrong turn?

That's what she felt the moment she woke up that moment at five thirty in the morning. Something felt..off. A sixth sense Yuu couldn't explain but at the moment shrugged it off as her still being half asleep. She quickly showered, brushed her teeth, and went through her usual morning routine. Ever since getting the job, she's started becoming a LOT better at waking up really early in the morning and getting ready quickly which Momo seemed to really approve of.

"It's about time you started taking things seriously, Wisteria. Once you've saved up enough, we're going to look at a few houses. There's a few properties I'm trying to sell that you can buy or I can help you find an apartment to rent."

Ah. That's right. She still had the end of this year to find a new home or else Momo was going to kick her out. Sigh. Well at least this job paid well and it came with so much free insurance coverage and free food! The only meal she really had to worry about was breakfast before the sisters arrived to pick her up. It started off as usual. Yuu woke up before Momo even did, went through her morning routine, grabbed her mini backpack, and helped herself to one of those health nut bars Momo kept in the cabinets. It tasted bland and had WAY too many nuts for her liking, but it was something that would hopefully preoccupy her stomach until lunchtime..and she guessed it was technically 'healthy'. It wasn't weird until she heard the familiar sounds of a car pulling into the driveway outside and headlights shining in through the window. There was her ride. 

"Momo, I'm leaving now!"

Even though it was pointless considering her cousin was always dead asleep and probably never heard her, it became a habit to shout up to the older woman over the years whenever she left anywhere. Mini backpack slung over her shoulder, she did the usual routine of locking the door behind her and walked up to the car, opening the door and getting in like she always did. It was only after she buckled her seat belt in and looked up that she paused when she noticed the silent stares the two sisters were giving her.

"....What?"

"Oh. Um. N-Nothing. W-We're just a little tired today," Kanae replied with a smile and shooing motion as Shinobu started up the car.

"Oookay?" Yuu rose a brow back.

Well that was weird but maybe they were extra sleepy or something? The entire two hour ride there was awfully quiet. Usually Kanae would make small talk on the way there, but both sisters were as quiet as a mouse. Yuu guessed they were too tired to talk right now and it was best to let Shinobu focus on driving without distracting her anyways. Although she couldn't help but feel that strange nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something was...off. Again she brushed it off as everyone just being tired. She was probably just still worried over the mistake Kyojuro made and spooked from seeing that ...thing. Yeah. That must've been it.

Other than the awkward silence, again everything else seemed normal. The two hour drive there was normal as they stopped in front of the gate, had their I.D.s looked at, and then walked on into the building. However that's when she knew that the bad feeling in her stomach wasn't actually just nerves or lack of sleep. She walked on in as usual, but she was greeted with the sight of Hinatsuru standing up and looking worried instead of sitting at her desk. Kyojuro constantly pacing back and forth in front of her desk but had snapped up upon hearing the door open and instantly locked eyes onto her.

"YUU!"

"Mr. Reng-" She didn't even get to finish greeting him before he was suddenly looming over her, hands grabbing her upper forearms. 

His brows were furrowed in worry, breathing slightly off, and looked very very worried. "Thank goodness you're finally here! Everyone's been waiting for you!"

Yuu...blinked. "What? What are you talking about? I haven't even started cleaning yet. I just literally got here."

He didn't say anything at first looking at her then to the sisters whom had stopped to stare at them, then back at Hinatsuru, then back to Yuu. She jumped when he suddenly grabbed her hand and began dragging her towards the elevator causing her to made a noise of surprise.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey! Wait! Where are we going?!", she asked nearly tripping and falling face first onto the floor but luckily Kyojuro yanked her back upright by the hand really quick while still quickly ushering her towards the elevator.

"All will be explained once we get to the Site Director's office."

And that's when her stomach dropped. THE SITE DIRECTOR!? MR. UBUYASHIKI!? WHAT DID SHE DO TO EARN A TRIP TO THE SIT DIRECTOR'S OFFICE!? She didn't even get to think straight as Kyojuro pulled her past the sisters and repeatedly pressed the button for the elevator until with a loud DING sound the doors slid open and she was pulled inside with him. The top floor button was spammed until with another DING noise the doors closed once against behind them both as she stared ahead at the three other women staring back at her, watching as if they were watching someone being taken away for execution. 

"A-Am I in troub-ble?," she asked in a low voice glancing back up to the fidgeting man.

Oh gods. Was she going to be fired?! But she's only been working there for a month! She just passed her probationary period! She didn't do anything wrong no matter now hard she thought. Except for one thing. Oh good gods. Kare-Rin reported her after all! She should've just kept her mouth shut and just cleaned the dam room like she wanted! Or maybe when she got annoyed at the security guard! What if she was being fired because she messed up at work!? Or because she was in Section Zero when she wasn't supposed to be!? But that was Kyojuro's fault for rushing through work and mixing up the paperwork! She was just doing what was on the list he gave her! But she could still get in trouble for it couldn't she? Oh gods. She was gonna be fired after just one month of working here and then Momo would be pissed! Would she be angry enough to kick her out?! If by some miracle her cousin didn't kick her out, she'd have to get a job at Boober's and be groped and leered at by perverted men for the rest of her life-

"No. Of course not." His voice caught through her mental midlife crisis like an angel from heaven as he smiled reassuringly. "Why would you think you're in trouble?" She stood there trembling and staring up at him wide eyed like a rabbit caught in a fox's bear trap. "....Oh. I guess the way I reacted back there back off that impression." His hand rubbed his neck with a frown. "Sorry about that." He smiled wider and reached over to give Yuu a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Calm down, Miss Wisteria. You're not in any trouble. We just...have an important meeting to discuss some things."

"T-That still sounds like I'm in trouble!"

"No you're not! I promise! We just discovered something that we really needed to talk to you about."

That STILL wasn't reassuring!!! 

Did the Site Director want to talk to her about Kare-Rin's behavior? Kyojuro and Mitsuri did mention that this wasn't the first time that she had did something that got her in trouble. So maybe the Site Director wanted to talk to her about the incident before they decided to do something about the woman? That helped Yuu calm down a little bit, but still the strange insistence and practically throwing her into the elevator was really weird and putting her on edge.

Yuu didn't say anything else as they road the rest of the way up until the doors opened with a ding and the doors swung open to reveal the same hallway Makio had brought her to when she had her interview with Mr. Ubuyashiki. Kyojuro smiled and gestured for her follow him as he stepped out the door. She gulped down the lump in her throat and slowly began following the slightly limping man. Eventually they stopped at the room at the very end of the hall where he proceeded to knock loudly.

"Come in," Mr. Ubuyashiki's voice called out from inside the room.

Without hesitation he pushed the door open and walked on in. "Good morning, Oyakata-sama! Miss Wisteria has arrived and I've brought her as you requested!"

"Good morning, Kyojuro. Ah. Just the lady we've been waiting for."

Yuu slowly followed. Blank orbs looked up at her scars marring his eyes and forehead a purple as his face was framed by raven locks stopping just above his shoulders. There was the Site Director in all his glory however she was not expecting the SITE MANAGER to also be standing there with him. His wife just stared at her quietly with her purple eyes, and just next to them was a REALLY tall man dressed in the same black S.W.A.T uniform as all the other security she's never seen before. He stood there arms crossed with white hair and magenta eyes. Seriously was every man in this company drop dead gorgeous.

"*AHEM!*"

Yuu flinched hard blinking back to reality. Bowing to the couple in front of her. "I'M SO SORRY!! I DIDN'T KNOW I WASN'T ALLOWED IN SECTION ZERO!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE SO RUDE!! I PROMISE TO NEVER DO IT AGAIN!! PLEASE DON'T FIRE ME, SIR!!"

The white haired man slowly blinked. Mrs. Ubuyashiki just stared. Kyojuro looked mortified. Mr. Ubuyashiki had opened his mouth for a moment ...but closed it before Kyojuro cleared his throat.

"F-Forgive her, Oyakata-sama. I accidentally gave her the impression that she was in trouble."

"Oh, it's quite alright," his voice calmly replied. "Please, Miss Wisteria. Stand up. There's no trouble here. We just simply wanted to discuss something that was brought to my attention." She wasn't? Slowly she slowly sat up in relief as the man smiled at her. Oh thank Buddha. He gestured to a chair in front of him. "Won't you please sit down?"

She glanced at Kyojuro who smiled and nodded. Guess she really had no other choice. Slowly she sat down feeling incredibly small under everyone's stares in that stupid plastic chair she sat in. If she wasn't in trouble then how come the two most important people in the facility was there along with her Department Manager and a big buff security guard!?

"Now, Miss Wisteria. I understand you had a problem with one of our ethologists just the other day."

"Ethologist?"

"An ethologist is a scientist who studies animal behavior," he explained, "Kare-Rin is one of our demon ethologist whom works in Section Zero alongside other ethologists and many other scientists. I was told you ran into her which lead to a terrible breach of rules on her part. Would you please relay it to me?"

Oh?....He just wanted to know about that? But shouldn't he just watch the footage or read Mitsuri's report? Whatever. She was NOT about to get in anymore trouble she might've already been. So she sat there and stuttered through it or as much as she remembered...admitting she had said some not so nice things back to Kare-Rin(it was better to be honest about everything so they didn't think she was hiding anything).

"T-Then Mr. Rengoku found me a-and had me file a complaint with M-Ms. Kanroji. I-If you ask her then I'm sure she has the report somewhere."

"I have already received it." He calmly reached over and slid a piece of paper in front of him looking down at it casually. Wasn't he blind with those eyes? Or did he have some kind of medical condition? He held it in one hand quietly reading over it and the entire room stayed quiet with him. Waiting until HE spoke again. ...He eventually looked up smiling happily. "I just wanted to hear it from you personally just to be sure there wasn't any details we were missing."

"I am sorry for being rude to her. Really! I-I'll even apologize to her if you want!," she quickly added. 

"Oh, that's very nice of you but I'm afraid you won't be able to for quite some time. She's been suspended without pay as we conduct an investigation into the claims and multiple complaints we've had about her. I might have to end up firing her." He sighed. "A shame really. She is genuinely a good ethologist but her behavior is unacceptable. She put countless others at risk yesterday with her actions."

"What do you mean?" Was he...talking about the demon? But he was behind reinforced metal and a huge reinforced window. There was no way he was any danger to her. He(she was guessing it was a he) was SUPER creepy yes, but not a danger unless she decided to break into his cage which she was absolutely NOT going to do! Maybe Kare-Rin had done something else terrible yesterday that had nothing to do with her?

Mr. Ubuyashiki was quiet for another long moment still smiling at her. "...Miss Wisteria, what was the reason you decided to come work for us?"

Her brows raised in surprise. She glanced at Kyojuro...but he didn't do anything but stare like everyone else, so he was no help. "Honestly?" He nodded. "My cousin threatened to kick me out of her house if I didn't find a job soon, and the only other place hiring where I live is Boobers. This job is WAY better than that place! I'd rather scrub a hundred toilets then work one day at Boobers!"

This time Mrs. Ubuyashiki did respond. Making a grimace at the place she mentioned although her husband still smiled politely. "I see. And you found the ad I placed in paper then?" She nodded and he hummed. "Did you know about our facility beforehand?"

"Yes. Not really? Everyone knows about demons and facilities and stuff like that, but I've never really thought about them before." Why was he asking her all these questions? He already knew about her finding the ad in the newspaper the day she did the interview.

"You're probably wondering why I'm asking you so many questions." She blinked. How did he know that!? The paper was placed back down. "Well I have a good reason to. I have a lot of questions I would like the answer to, Miss Wisteria. For Example..Did you know that a previous worker here is a relative of yours?"

She blanked. Then blinked. "What?"

He nodded. "Yes. A great great great grandfather on your father's side that I don't think even your current immediate family knows about." His head turned and he held out a hand to the tall security guard. The white haired man handed over a beige folder, the kind you'd use in filing cabinets in an office. "Thank you, Uzui. I thought your last name sounded familiar, and it seemed Rengoku also felt the same way." The folder was opened revealing really old looking yellowed papers and a black and white photo on the front. Mr. Ubuyashiki slowly picked it up looking at it for a moment before holding it out to her. "Does this man look familiar to you?"

Yuu blinked slowly taking the photo yellowed and slightly torn with time wearing it down. Displayed upon it's front was a man she had never seen before. He looked mid forties with an old time-y hair cut and wore a traditional man's yukata as he stared directly into the camera. He didn't look like anyone she knew....so she shook her head and handed it back to him.

"No. I've never seen him before. Who is he?"

He took back the photo but held it up to her. "This is Sasaki Fuji. He was one of Site Eight's first ever..well I guess modern day he would be a very good security guard. He helped capture and eliminate demons before they were declared a protected species world wide." He slowly placed the picture back down. "He's also a great grandfather of yours. Over the years your family started going by the last name of 'Wisteria' instead of Fuji but they both still mean the same thing. That is why I didn't recognize you at first but you seemed familiar."

She was still confused but nodded. This was interesting. Very surprising and confusing but interesting. "That's really neat, but why am I here?"

"I'm glad you asked!" His hands clasped together. "By now I think you've already been acquainted with the demon known as SCP Zero Dash Twelve Dash Two."

Scp- ...Wait. "Oh. You mean that demon with the really weird eyes!" She pointed at her own eyes. A shudder went down her spine. "Yeah. I saw him. He gave me the creeps."

"Exactly him! You see each demon in our care has special rules because each of them has different abilities. These rules have to followed accordingly or else bad things can and will happen. Unfortunately it has happened before and we do our absolute best to prevent such things from happening again." Instantly her mind went back to Sanemi and his story about Ozaki. Another shudder went down her spine just remembering what that scary man described to her. "As such Kare-Rin carelessly broke SCP Zero Dash Twelve Dash Two's most important rule and she will be thoroughly investigated and if needed criminally charged."

"What does this all have to do with me though?" Was it because she didn't have authorization to be in Section Zero yet?

"Miss Wisteria, the most important rule about SCP Zero Dash Twelve Dash Two is that under absolutely NO circumstances are any women allowed near him or within his line of sight. All of his procedures, feedings, check ups, and even the guards who transport him between places are always men."

No woman was allowed near him? What kind of sexist rule was that? OH WAIT!! That must've been the reason why Kyojuro was freaking out when she took off her mask yesterday. 

"Why? I don't get it."

"Each demon has very special abilities. This specific demon has a charming effect that essentially lets him mind control any woman around him. Even our most strongest willed female staff are no match for this ability of his." He pointed at his own eyes. "As soon as they make eye contact, he has complete control over them. The only way to snap them out of it is to completely remove them from his line of sight and wait for the effects to wear off. The only way we can stop him from effecting them is if they're completely blindfolded or they're blind. No form of eye wear or window has worked thus far. " Slowly he pointed the finger at her. "However you made direct eye contact with him and weren't effected at all."

Goosebumps littered her skin as something shifted and a rock formed in her guts. "What...does that mean?"

He just tapped the still open folder in front of him. "There was a reason why Mr. Fuji was considered a very special case. The Fuji- Or Wisteria family now in this case, was highly known for their purple eyes and immunity to most of the effects and poisons demons have. He was a highly valued asset to the facility in the olden days. He wasn't the only one either. Many other of your family members had participated within the extermination of demons...However it seemed not all your family agreed with the lifestyle and chose to leave the Fuji Clan and change their name. Fuji means 'wisteria' so that must be where the name change came from but still closely tying into their family." Mr. Ubuyashiki smiled as he slowly flipped through a few papers in the file stopping at one and pulling it out. "Hisa, the lady you were hired to replace, was also a distant relative of the Fuji Clan but not a direct descendant. Her family and yours would be considered tenth cousins but her side of the family continued on helping the facility and carried on the Fuji family crest after your family abandoned it."

So...the lady Yuu replaced was actually her really really distant cousin? She was already having a hard time wrapping her head around everything that was going on around here and what she was being told. Any moment now Yuu expected to wake up having it all been some REALLY bizarre dream or for someone to say they were pranking her...but everyone just kept staring at her except for Mr. Ubuyashiki who studied some paper in his hand before reaching over as Mr. Uzui(as he was called before) handed him another NEWER looking piece of paper. Putting the two side by side and studying them together.

"We truly thought Hisa was the last surviving member of the Fuji Clan but looking at your family trees, we can truly see the connection."

".....That's..really amazing and all, but I still don't see how this has anything to do with me. My family isn't demon slaying heroes. My dad's a family law attorney and my mom just stays at home." And everyone other person on both sides of her family weren't someone heroically fantastic. Momo was a real estate agent who made good money but that wasn't anything special either.

He looked back up at her still smiling. "The reason is simple really. You apparently inherited all the same abilities Sasaki once did. Hisa's family used to be able to do the same, but as they weren't direct descendants it eventually was lost with each new generation. However as you are a direct descendant of your grandfather here, you were more than capable of inheriting the abilities. You have all the traits of the ones who inherited the same ability such as your purple eyes." He gently placed the papers back down tilting his head. "Although there is quite a surprise to see a young lady inherit such abilities. According to the records, all the previous recorded ones were men. You're the first one we've managed to trace that was a woman."

Tell her something she didn't know was weird. On her father's side of the family, there has been only boys born for the past thirty generations. She was the first girl born in YEARS that was born a girl breaking the proud masculine cycle of her family. Cutting in the fact she didn't look a single thing like either parent lead to her parents arguing about cheating early in their marriage and it took almost ten different DNA tests from ten different doctors and professional pharmacies to eventually convince her father's side of the family that somehow she wasn't an affair baby. Just another failure in the eyes of her parents. She couldn't do anything right from the day she was born. 

And NOW she was learning that her eyes that had costed her so much trouble in the first place was because her great something grandpa killed demons for a living because he magically was immune to them??? You've GOT to be kidding her! This sounded like the start of a cringey fanfiction written by an edgy thirteen year old!

She blinked when another piece of paper was held out to her. It was a wrinkled hand drawn picture that was old and slightly yellowed...she slowly took it from him. "Do you happen to recognize this, Miss Wisteria?"

She looked at the paper..before shaking her head. "It looks familiar though. What is it?"

"That's your family crest."

(The kanji in the middle is NOT a part of the birthmark on Yuu. Just the flower garland.)

She stared at the single picture on the paper. It was three leaves and what looked like two wisteria flowers making a circle garland with the fuji kanji in the center. It was really pretty but she's never seen it before..although for some reason it DID look familiar.

"I've never seen this before."

"Would you perhaps allow my wife to look at your shoulder?"

She snapped back up immediately blinking. "I'm sorry. What?"

He held his hands immediately. "Not in any wicked way I assure you. I'm merely curious." He pointed to his own left shoulder. "They say Fuji members with the ability always had the flower garland birthmark on their left shoulder blade. It was documented your grandfather had one. I was curious to know if you had the same one."

"...I do have a birthmark on my shoulder, but I don't know what it looks like. I've never seen it."

"May Amane see? If you aren't comfortable with that, I can call for Miss Tamayo instead or you are within your rights to completely decline, Yuu."

Any smart person would've just said no...but she was curious. She always knew she had a birthmark on the back of her shoulder but other than her mother commenting it was unnatural and looked like a 'disgusting tatoo', Yuu had no idea what it looked like actually. Just remembering her parents always complaining about it.

"It's disgusting. Everything about her is pointless. I should've prayed harder for a son. What did I do in my past life to deserve such a failure!?"

"I don't care if it's too hot! You're not going to the pool! What if someone sees that mark and think we allowed our underage daughter to get a tattoo!? We'd be ridiculed! Our image would be ruined! It's going to be trouble enough to find you a husband when you turn eighteen!...We should look into plastic surgery. No one would have to know you got the surgery, and they could probably just remove the top layer of skin. It'd heal over like nothing happened and you wouldn't have it anymore....I'll start researching right away."

By how they always spoke about it, she always assumed it looked terrible like a botched tattoo or a beer bottle or something else horrible. She was always self conscious after that and never wore anything that would expose her shoulder blades after that. However now that she was being told it was a simple pretty flower garland??...

She consented to let Mrs. Ubuyashiki look at her shoulder. Her shirt was pulled back and a pocket mirror was held up to Yuu so she could see the reflection in the mirror. She saw her skin and then the birthmark on her shoulder in light brown.

The exact same picture as the crest she was shown on the paper.

Every one seemed to gawk at the reflection for a long silent moment before Amane slowly let her shirt go and clicked the mirror shut. For a long moment nobody spoke until the new man (Uzui she thinks???) finally spoke again.

"So she's got a pretty little mark of destiny? How flashy!~" 

She craned her neck up towards him blinking. Rengoku must've noticed the confused look she was giving him because he gestured to him. "Miss Wisteria, this is Tengen Uzui. He's the second Security Manager and he works in Section Zero! He's excellent at his job!"

"Kyo, c'mon! You're gassing me up here." He smiled proudly anyways crossing his arms. "But you're not wrong. I've stopped plenty of disasters before they've happened."

Uzui...why did that name sound familiar? "Oh...It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Uzui." She bowed to him politely. Don't want to make anyone else mad around here.

"Please. Tengen or Uzui is fine enough. Mister reminds me too much of my old man."

"Tengen here has very excellent hearing! It helps him prevents things from happening, and he's excellent in combat! That's why he was put as Security Head in Section Zero and documenting anyone violating the protocols!" Yeesh. Kyojuro was going to hurt everyone's ears yelling this loud and close. He then patted her shoulder. "He also has an ability similar to yours!"

She blinked leaning back up and looking at him. "What? Don't tell me we're also related."

Tengen laughed finally smiling at her. "A sense of humor! Now I can see how you get along so well with her! Nah. We're not related even by a long shot. I'm just not that susceptible to their venom."

Her eyes blew wide. "Demons make venom!?"

"Some do. Some also make poison, others produce acid or their breath or saliva has poisonous or hallucinogenic properties. I've spent my whole life building up a tolerance to most poisons human and demon. Now it doesn't effect me as much."

"That's amazing...Have we met before though? Your name sounds familiar but I've never seen your face." She heard the front gate guard mentioning an 'Uzui' before and Kyojuro mentioned him a few times.

"That's because you've met his three wives!," Kyojuro barked. "Makio was the one escorting you during your interview and Hinatsuru is our receptionist. You've also saw Suma every time you go get food here! She's the lunch lady with those blue eyes!"

She gawked at him. "You have THREE wives!?"

"Three beautiful flamboyant wives!~," Tengen corrected her proudly.

"*ahem*." All three turned back to Mr. Ubuyashiki whom was still smiling. "I'm very glad you both are finally acquainted now, but we should get back to the matters at hand." Oh right. She nearly forgotten. "I hope this hasn't been too overwhelming for you, Miss Yuu."

"It's......It is. A lot actually. I-I don't know how to start with this."

"The reason I wanted to tell you is because I was considering allowing you access to Section Zero with your job now. You wouldn't pose any dangers or liabilities." He leaned forward slightly. "....Or I was wondering if you'd be interested in another job."

She just stared at him. "....What? I-I'm being fired!?"

"Heavens no! No one is being fired." He held up his hands again before gesturing to Kyojuro. "It was actually Rengoku whom wanted to propose an idea to you because of the program he runs. I'll let him explain it to you. For now you both are dismissed from my office to perform your daily tasks. You decide if you'd like to go forward with Rengoku's proposal." He then gathered up the files away neatly on his desk, held them up, and glanced back up to Tengen. "Uzui, would you please be sure to place these back where they properly belong?"

"Certainly!"

It was kinda a blur as she was lead out of the office, back to the elevator, and then to the lobby where Kyojuro nudged her to come follow him.

"I've been wanting to ask you something. Let's talk in my office."

Turns out his office was conveniently located just three halls down from where her usual janitorial closet was where everything was stored. It was a generic office of course that looked no different than Mr. Ubuyaskiki's but she did notice that one wall had a large picture on it. She thought he photoshopped himself three times at first with a random lady until she realized it was in fact three different Kyojuro's at three different ages. 

"Who are they?"

He looked at the picture and lit up. "AH! Those are my parents and younger brother! This was taken last year when we went on a hiking trip! It was a beautiful view! Mother wanted us all to spend some time together as a family before Senjuro goes off to college this fall."

She looked at them all again. The couple looked like in they're late forties maybe early fifties?? The older version of Kyojuro was probably his dad. Next to them was Kyojuro smiling away, and on the other side of the couple was a younger teenage boy who...actually looked around Yuu's age. Eighteen or nineteen at most. He looked like a younger version of his older brother and ALSO very handsome!

"Good grief. Where were these hotties when I was attending school?", she thought. She shook her head and smiled at Kyojuro. "He's very handsome! And your parents look so nice."

"THANK YOU!! My father used to work as Head of Security here but he retired and now runs a dojo! My mother is a calligraphy teacher at Senjuro's old highschool. He's going to college to become a nurse! We're all very proud of him!"

She nodded. "A nurse is a great job. They save so many lives." 

Geez. They all looked so alike except their mom. They all looked like Kyojuro at different stages of his life. His dad's genes must've been really strong ...Only she noticed in this picture Kyojuro still had his scars and damaged eye. She still wondered what happened to him. Maybe he was in a childhood accident and had these scars for years? Maybe a car accident? She didn't ask because it'd be rude.

"INDEED!!" He then turned back to her. "But we mustn't get side tracked. We came here for a purpose." He turned and walked over to his desk with that light limp of his, sitting down in the chair before facing her. That bright smile still ever present on his face. "Ever since I saw that security footage of you and found the files, I couldn't help but marvel at your remarkable gift!"

....Gift? This whole thing was a gift?

This wasn't a gift! Her looks made her parents marriage strained. They only never divorced because 'divorce would make everyone look down at us and it would tarnish our family reputation forever'. The birthmark on her back only caused her misery. And it's not like she had any combat skills and she never had literally any reason to be around any demons even now....So what dam use was this oh so great gift?!

"Um...Sure. But shouldn't I be getting back to work?"

"Of course but first I'd like to offer you a proposition!" Yuu rose a brow at him. Proposition? "You'll be paid very well for it!"

Money? Her brows rose interested. She could use the money especially since Momo was serious about kicking her out by the end of this year. "...I'm listening."

He smiled wider. "As you might already know, I am Head Manager over the Demonology Sector of the facility, which includes a rather large part of Section Zero. As a result, we're always trying to understand there is to know about these creatures and I've never met someone with your abilities before! We could be able to learn so much more with your help!" He reached out and pulled another manilla folder over to him. "I want you to volunteer for the M.C.M.A.R.R. section of our research group."

"M.C-...What?"

"M.C.M.A.R.R! It stands for Mating, Courting, Marriage, and Relationships Research!," he explained to you holding up a finger and sliding across the folder to her. "There's been a new interest in how relationships built by demons affect their overall behavior. Whether it be familial or more codependent relationships. It shapes some of the demons' own actions and behaviors."

She looked at the folder raising a brow higher before slowly nodding. "Ok. That makes sense I guess. What does that have to do with me though?"

He paused...before looking off to the side and rubbing his neck in embarrassment. "That's the thing. M.C.M stands for Marriage, Courting, and Mating for a reason." He took a deep breath before slowly letting it out. "I want you to volunteer for a new experiment we're trying out."

"Which is what exactly?"

"I'd like you to volunteer to become one of the demons items of....romance?"

Yuu stared at his nervous smile. ".....You want me to do WHAT?!"

WISTERIA WHISPERS:

-Kenjislist from Ch2 is a parody of craigslist.

-Tengen's family are descendants of Shinobi and like Yuu's family had also hunted demons in the past. His family continued on this dangerous practice despite it becoming illegal now. Tengen's father was a chemist and used to work at the facility as well so he had access to the various venoms and poisons demons produced and were safely stored away. He fed Tengen and his siblings these poisons/venoms and various others in small doses hidden in their food to make them build up tolerance for it over the years until he went too fair and accidentally added too much of a specific demon's poisonous blood into the mix. It resulted in all of Tengen's siblings and mother being rushed to the hospital. Unfortunately the only ones to survive were Tengen and one brother of his. Their father was later arrested and jailed for the tampering with food, first degree murder, multiple accounts of abuse, and various other charges.

-Tengen's wives were an arranged marriage made by his father and they were married just a few weeks before the poisoning incident that killed most of his family. Tengen moved the four of them FAR away from their hometown to escape the slander and offered to divorce the three of them no strings attached. They declined in the end but Tengen still feels guilty over everything that's happened.

-Tengen works as the Section Zero Security Head and the second head of Security with Sanemi. His excellent hearing and naturally built up immunity to lots of poisons and venoms made him a prime candidate for the job and he's prevented more than a hundred fatal accidents because of this. He was also placed in Section Zero over Sanemi by Kagaya because Tengen tends to think with a clearer head when it comes to demons where Sanemi would most likely react in anger over his hatred for all demon kind.

-The picture I'm including is the birthmark Yuu had on her shoulder. In the anime it's the symbol on the House Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu stay at to recover after battling Kyogai. According to the official Wiki: 'Sometime in the past, a family was saved from demons by the Demon Slayer Corps. To express their gratitude, the family designed their family crest with a wisteria flower so Corps members would be able to identify the home, and stay there free of charge.'

-Sasaki is a reference to One Piece.

-Do you remember the old lady that was with the doctor when the Kamaboko Squad Trio first went to after killing Kyogai? That's Hisa! Her irl name is actually Hisa too according to the wiki! 

-Hisa and Yuu are REALLY distant cousins that originated from the same family tree but neither knew about the other after half the clan left. A long time ago the Fuji Clan hunted and killed demons because of their special bloodline's ability to be immune to MOST but NOT all effects demons have. However after a while, half the clan was tired of constantly being forced into this duty and being killed by demons just for the sake of 'family obligations' and wanted to just live normal lives as the world progressed. This caused a HUGE in family fight with half the family leaving the Fugi Clan, changing their last name, and abandoning everything behind. They didn't like to talk about the other half of the family because of the huge tension between them, so they didn't talk about them a lot and eventually down the generations they believed that 'demon hunting with magical blood' was just fairytales their grandparents told them and then they weren't mentioned at all and forgotten all together.

-Most of the recorded family members who did inherit the Fuji/Wisteria family's abilities were men all with purple eyes. There's been no known woman documented with such features before except for Yuu. If there WAS any other woman with the ability, they were most likely just married off and became a stay at home wife/mother since back in those days that's all women were really allowed to do.

-The past thirty generations of the Wisteria/Fuji family have all had had sons. Yuu is the first woman to be born in thirty generations, the first known woman to inherit her family's abilities also after most had lost the ability to do so.

-VOCAB-

Ethologist: An ethologist is a scientist who studies animal behavior, particularly in natural environments, focusing on instinct, social structures, and evolution. They work in field research, zoos, universities, or conservation, observing species to understand adaptive behaviors. Key skills include, critical thinking, observation, data analysis, and strong communication for research.

Fuji: Wisteria is called fuji in Japanese, written as 藤 (kanji) or ふじ (hiragana). While it refers to the flowering vine, it is often referred to as fuji no hana (藤の花, wisteria flowers). It is pronounced "foo-jee," similar to the name of the famous mountain, but uses a different kanji.

Family Law Attorney: Manages matters like divorce, child custody, adoption, and prenuptial agreements.

[wadigrove]

zuko bringing his tiny baby to council meetings, cradling her carefully in the crook of his arm like she’s the most precious treasure in the fire nation.

she keeps cooing and gurgling happily the whole time, little hands waving in the air. every few minutes she gets louder and zuko gently pats her round belly with two fingers, leaning down to murmur in the softest voice, “not now, my little valley dove… daddy’s trying to work.”

the baby just kicks her chubby legs harder and lets out the cutest squeal, completely unbothered.

and the entire council?

they’re absolutely melting. grown generals and advisors who usually look stern and serious are now fighting back smiles, exchanging soft glances, completely enchanted by their fire lord and his happy little daughter.

zuko keeps trying to stay composed and regal, but the tiny smile that keeps tugging at his lips gives him away completely.

[writingmeraki]

better spite than none at all | zuko.

❝ in which, even if his name came out in spite out of your mouth, at least it still meant you thought of him.

( or where it seems he simply cannot let you go, and perhaps neither can you?)

pairing : ex! zuko x ex! reader genre : arguing, it is funny to zuko but that is because he is lowkey a jerk in this <3, exes that cannot seem to move on (mostly zuko) warnings : again, zuko is a jerk in this 😃 cussing, might feel a lil annoying but perhaps reader lowkey digs it (??). this was kinda fun to write plss i thought about omg what if zuko was just some salty ex but also reader might not be too opposed to that? pls do not seek this irl, this is just fiction 🫡

w.c : 1.5K

Zuko isn’t exactly the friendliest person, so it is not like he expects every single person he encounters to always be smiling wide at him. But when you stare at him hard with malice that could hold competition to his worst enemies, he can’t help but feel a thrill within him. 

“Can we talk?” He had been taking his usual daily garden walks, something that was apparently suggested to him by his royal advisors, when your ever beautiful self stormed up to him, blocking his path as you titled your head to meet his eyes. Not many people would have the courage to even stand in his presence without quivering yet here you were.

He could practically feel the anger that lingered in your tone. It wasn’t hidden in the first place. 

But also you were definitely not just some person. 

“Hm, now is it right to interrupt me during my very rare moment of peace?”

“Do you really think you deserve that right now?”

Zuko waved his arm at the guards that stood tense beside him. It was already ridiculous to him to have guards follow him everywhere, but he understood it was a tradition. Yet in the moment, the guards immediately scrambled off, grateful to have been free from whatever was going to occur in those moments. 

He stands with his hands tucked behind, lips twitching as he tries to not bluntly check you out. It wasn’t like he got the privilege to do it nowadays. But again, Zuko is Zuko and so he effortlessly moves his eyes downwards to upwards while you scoff at him with even more hate. 

“Do you think anyone would be spared if they talked in that tone to the Fire Lord?” One of the guards whispered to the other as they stole a glance in your direction. 

The other one shrugged, knowing already, “Don’t you know who that is?”

He shook his head, not one to really keep up with gossip. 

“That is the Fire Lord’s ex betrothed.” 

-

Meanwhile, you were trying to refrain yourself, arms folded to prevent yourself from strangling the smug smirk off his face. It sucked even more when it seemed even more attractive on his stupid attractive face. 

“Tell me this then Fire Lord,  why did I come to know you summoned my boyfriend last night to question him about his intentions with me?”

Oh. You came to talk about that imbecile. He figured it was one of the other reasons you’d marched up to him. The other being you finally realising your worth and how you deserved better and no one existed like that for you beside him.

Immediately turned off, he rolled his eyes. “DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!” 

He indeed rolled his eyes again, waving his hand dismissively, “I had a bit too much to drink, that’s mostly it.”

Laughing with no humour, “Mostly? Hm, I wouldn’t call it that exactly,” 

 Now he looked at you really, before he chuckled, “What do you want to know?”

You pointed your finger at him, poking it on his chest and you hissed out in disdain, “You, Fire Lord,” Poke, “Summoned him,” Poke “Mind you, almost in the late hours of twilight,” Poke “To ask him whether he could keep me as ‘happy’ as you would” Poke “And if he would treat me better than you could.” 

He tried. He tried really hard not to think too much about the fact that this was the first time you’d been this close and actually touched him. But he could not stop the flare in his chest when you touched him, he was close to holding your hand and letting it linger on his chest, so you could truly know just how much you still held an affect on him. 

Instead, he pretended to look confused and hurt, “I would never.” 

“Oh? Really?” You knew this, you knew him, he would act clueless. Luckily, you brought the letter that had been delivered to your boyfriend.

“What’s this then hm?”

You shoved it towards him, him casually grabbing it, an excuse really to feel your hand brush against him, wondering if the same warmth he felt for the brief second was mutual as he stole a glance back at you. One corner of his lip briefly went upwards when something flashed in your eyes at the contact. 

“You have been summoned to the Fire Lord’s assembly…” He didn’t really pay mind to what you said as he pretended to go over the letter, the one he had had written by himself only and instead choosing to focus on the way your voice lulled him gently. 

“Are you even paying attention to me?!”

“Always.” He said that putting the paper down as he looked you straight in the eye, answering with no hesitation. You had to admit, that caught you off guard and he noticed it as you looked away briefly and gulped down in nervousness he assumed. 

Clicking his tongue, he threw the paper in the air, snapping his fingers so it could be burned. 

Your jaw dropped at his actions as you stared at him, gaping in disbelief. 

“If I had known Kai was such a tattle-tale, I’d have come to visit him directly then.” 

“You are IMPOSSIBLE!”

“Now did he really tell you everything I told him? If he was being such a snitch, did he mention how much I still love you and how much it definitely is more than he ever will in a million years?”

Sighing in defeat, as if this was some miscommunication, “Of course Lee forgot to mention that. And of course, he must have forgotten to mention how I also mentioned you’d show up here, marching in with that same intense fury you always have and how if we argued over this, it would be more emotional than how he treated you.” 

You were speechless. Your tongue weighed heavily inside your mouth as you simply looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

The ever so present smugness rose back, his smile tilting into it as he looked at you, “Yeah this does sound like it happened. It must have been the alcohol that made me momentarily forget.” 

Letting out a breath of disbelief, you shook your head and rubbed your forehead to somewhat soothe the headache, “Do you even realise how difficult this is for me Zuko?”

It had been way too long, it seemed all his wishes were coming true within the short timespan, when he heard you speak his name. Albeit the intention behind it, a part of him ached to hear you say it no matter how and it seemed that part was partly pleased. 

“Eh, if he is as strong as he is, he can get past it. But seeing how he ratted it out to you but left out the important parts, maybe I overestimated him.”

“Stop it. Stop whatever you’re doing, stop interfering in my life and for fuck’s sake, you don’t even know his name!” You cried out the last bit in frustration. 

“Mm see I thought about it but it simply is not possible.” 

“Oh dear God! He says he thought about it!” You laughed mirthlessly as you were close to pulling your hair out. 

Taking a deep breath, you put all your anger and frustration into your gaze, hoping they were as intense as the burn in your chest currently felt. You moved your index finger and harshly poked him once again, as if it would help to emphasize your point.

“Leave me alone Zuko. I mean it.” Before you could say more, he held your hand that was on his chest and placed it on it more stably. He knew, he knew you could feel the intense heat that was running beneath his fingertips, the rush that sparked as his hand held yours, because you were once again caught off guard by it as you shut up. 

“Tell me this,” His voice came out roughly, “Does his touch feel this way? Does it even hold a flame to what this is?” 

The way he said it, the way his eyes seemed to burn with the passion of a million emotions as if they held all the words he had been holding back over time. The way you could feel how his heart picked up in pace, as if to solidify his words. 

And it felt even more real, when you knew your own heart was in a similar state.

“You left me darling, but I never wanted to. So how can I simply let you go when I am just in love with you?” 

You harshly pulled your hand, hating how your heart picked up even more after his questions, 

“Yo-you can’t just.” 

Shaking your head, you stepped two steps behind to keep a distance, afraid. Afraid of the intensity of your emotions as you heard his words. 

“I am leaving. If you try to send anything to Jun this time, it won’t be put up with. I will make sure you understand what I mean when I say leaving us alone.” 

He had a twitch of annoyance run within him when you addressed that loser and you as one. 

“If it means you’ll still come by, then sure!” He smiled widely as he watched you walk off, murmuring more curses at him, which sounded like a love language if it meant being directed at him from you. 

At least with this, he knows you still have him in your heart somewhere. 

a/n : ...i wrote this because the idea of a zuko mocking your current boyfriend because he can't leave you is funny ngl like he is so in love and cannot see u with anyone but him ?? i have no idea if the execution was good but lmk what you thought! and yes second part to heartburn is in the works (let me finish my paper on saturday💔🚬)

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[lavenderdropp]

just watched the avatar movie anddddd

SCUBA ZUKO!!

[miyaz6ki]

toph x fem! reader x zuko but toph flexes at how clingy she can get and you don’t mind towards a zuko who's been yearning.

warn. toph n zuko just silently fighting, fem terms used on reader || ~2k words || i'll make an nsfw continuation if this gets attention!

being stuck on an island this big was both good and bad: first of all, how the hell did you all land on some deserted land?? but secondly, at least you all knew what to do and could fend for yourselves.

the only bad part was that bending here was very much so limited.

katara could only do splashes of water, aang could barely even boost himself up more than toph’s height. the biggest rock the earthbender could chuck was the size of your pinky; lastly the firelord’s body heat was the only heat he could emit.

god, even appa couldn’t lift himself up anymore than aang.

sokka was just living his life as per usual, coming up with a blueprint for a boat strong enough to lead them somewhere katara could sail them off to somewhere.

you were doing the same, helping out as much as you could; especially with bending being a question thrown out the window.

gathering wood alongside katara to add onto the makeshift camp you and sokka had built a little while ago, toph and zuko stayed behind to watch over said camp while aang went off with appa and momo for food.

“how much do you wanna bet i can hug her before you can even step near her?” toph interrupts the silence between her and the firebender not too far away from her,

zuko raises an eyebrow, “i could care less.”

the earthbender’s eyes roll as she stares off, “dude, everyone knows you’re in love with her. she’s not here, you can just admit to wanting her to be your wife and rule your little nation with her.”

receiving a small piece of wood thrown at her head, toph winces in pain for a moment. “ouch—hey! not fair!” throwing a rock over to where the firelord sat,

he hissed at her all the same. doing his normal stretches, he had taken his upper body’s robes off since earlier—not the first time he had worked out in the beifong lady’s presence anyway.

you had just started to walk back over with the waterbender as you shoved all the pieces of wood in your arms. sighing of relief,

that is until toph quite literally jumps onto you; “hi (name),” her strong arms wrapping around you as her head dove into your chest, making you silent for a moment before patting her head.

“hi toph, you hungry? me and katara managed out quite a few fish.” it seemed almost too natural in the eyes of the firebender, same goes for when he rolled his eyes; “yes, in fact i’m more than happy to grill them for you!” her voice uncharacteristically cheery, you briefly raise an eyebrow.

peeling herself off you, she has a stupid little grin on her face that makes zuko scoff.

you turn to where the sound came from as your eyes landed on the firelord, “you good with fish being breakfast for now? m’sure aang will find something better for lunch.”

taking a seat beside him while he tried to meditate unfortunately did not work out, not in his favor at least. a subconscious blush started to coat his cheeks as he opened his eyes for a moment to glance at you.

fuck, nature looked nice on you.

“it’ll do, as long as we get to eat.” zuko stated momentarily as you flashed a smile, the nice warm kind that made him feel fuzzy inside. you did not have to be this adorable at nine in the morning.

“where are the others? or… i guess where’s sokka? he’s the only one i haven’t seen.”

you look around your environment, leaves and trees cover almost everything, your shelter was directly under a large tree that rooted perfectly from forest to beach.

logs were set up as seats, you were sitting on the same one as zuko.

“i believe he’s…” — “guys! i found more food!”

aang interrupted as sokka trailed behind him, “yeah! at almost my expense!” dirt covered the non-bender’s face, making you laugh, gaining a snort from the firebender.

the duo continued to argue as the treacherous boar they had just hunted was placed on a wooden table elsewhere.

this scene made toph beifong curse under her breath. she didn’t want to lose to zuko who couldn’t even get the mere chance to have you close to himself.

not when you were just laughing with him—no, not like this.

your laugh was the sexiest thing you could ever do to her, how the fuck are you doing it in unison with the firelord out of everybody?

safe to say it wasn’t a nice feeling, not at all.

was this toph beifong actually feeling threatened?

no. obviously not.

but not like she can’t hate somebody with the requirement of being loud about it.

okay, just a wee bit threatened.

trying to catch your breath after laughing, you almost lean onto zuko as an instinct before toph—

“let’s go guys, me and katara finished cooking.” a bright smile on her face when zuko shook his head in disapproval. as everybody gathered around, the ma leaned in to whisper “cheater.” making the earthbender grin even wider.

you coincidentally chose a seat between the two oppositions, ready to poke and slice through the fish. feeling as though your mouth was starting to water when the aroma of the food already tasted amazing in your head.

that was before katara slaps your hand. “patience! first, we need to recap what happened so we eat properly and with logic.”

after thinking it over with your friends, fighting -> crash boat -> stuck on island that doesn’t allow bending

not much logic to begin with, but you all already had dug into the food as you all discussed. subconsciously when you reached out for another fish, it was already done,

your stomach grumbled; two of those little guys were definitely not enough to please you. not when you spent an ungodly amount of time with sokka dealing with the shelter when a huge storm hit.

but before you could get up and go fish for them on your own, zuko already had a skewer pointed in your direction, making your expression soften into a smile as you gladly take a bite.

that little grin that happened to be plastered all over you and your body language at how much you enjoyed his offer was enough to make him return it. taking a bite of his own as you poke at his side for more.

making toph seethe in her seat, mouthing the words ‘cheater’ to whatever direction she could hear your chewing in.

when you all go to stand up, zuko can’t hold back his smug face when he gets a chance to whisper something again—“that’s rough buddy.”

you all decided to split into groups of three to explore the island easier, not a good idea to split up but to be fair a group of three was pretty huge already.

you hated the silence that would occur every time you’d finish a conversation with either of the two.

“woah, that really all happened when i left?” a look of genuine surprise covered every inch of your expression when you spoke to toph. “surprisingly yeah, but we ended up alive.”

you kept a small smile on your face when you all continued to walk and look around. the tension only starting to make the air harder to breathe in.

“so um… yeah what were you guys doing before all this?”

…

…

…

“okay, what’s going on with both of you, you both have been giving each other ‘the stare’. what’s up?” turning to the both of them, and what do you know—they were indeed staring each other down.

they try to just walk past you, but your hands stop them, “you both better sit down on those rocks and listen to me!”

you helped toph over as zuko took a seat beside her. you dragged over another rock for you to sit in front of them with; “why are you guys mad at each other?”

…

…

…

“don’t silent treatment me!” — “it was toph.” — “hey!”

before either of them could lift a hand, you put your arm between them to stop anything from happening. “stop! look, we’re stuck here for how long—hating each other should be the one thing we should refrain from doing!”

they were quiet for another moment until letting out a sigh in unison.

“me and zuko had a big crush on you as kids, i’ve been… clingier to show off my dominance to the loser beside me.” the earthbender manages to scoff out as she picks up a small pebble, throwing it away at the distance behind you.

you were surrounded by trees and mountains larger than all of you, so it was impossible to see if toph was actually tossing anywhere—you simply raised an eyebrow at their reasoning.

“so you’re meaning to tell me… the firelord and the world’s best metalbender are fighting over me?” you laughed, the cause of their little dispute was you? but the more your chuckle died out, it felt as if the air only got thicker. the two benders just sat up and looked at you while you did,

...

"wait you're not joking?" feeling your heart drop to your ass when they both would nod in the most serious way possible in unison. suddenly the small pebble toph threw somewhere behind you had come back to hit her on the side, quite literally.

although you and zuko were witnesses to this—neither of you even realized she got hit in the first place. but to whoever chucked it; you're getting what you want, because toph throws a rock the size of one of your fingers,

"hey, what gives?" — "you hit me first, jerk!"

before the firelord could finish his snappy comeback, "hey! both of you stop! that rock came from neither me nor zuko, so quit your arguing!" but when you say that, it's as if she snaps back from the small trance from her jealousy. "if neither of you hit me, who threw it?"

all of a sudden a large beast snarled from behind you, instinctively zuko pulls you onto himself in order to make you dodge the vicious claw that tried to desperately to hunt for its next dinner,

you were still in shock when it was barely being held back by a few trees, its teeth nearly gnawing at the three of you. "bastard, let me carry her! fight off that drooling lion!" — "wh- no way, you're always flexing about how much stronger you are. go on-"

"hey! both of you shut up! if you guys can't stop arguing then neither of you get me!" you shouted as you threw a rock or two to try and make the rabid animal at the very least stop trying to bite you.

but it hit the two like a bison stampede in the head, and it felt like they locked in immediately.

placing you on the rock behind the two of them, the duo finally attacks something that wasn't each other. a blade makes quick work of the thick neck of the animal from zuko as toph jumps up from behind as she bangs the creature on the head with a rock.

effectively, and efficiently, this time you were in shock as you slowly pat invisible dust off your clothing. "so you were saying?"

[lavenderdropp]

bought alcohol markers 3 days ago and this is my third attempt on zuko by them. they are so tough to use.

second attempt

first attempt 😭

[echantedtoon]

Mulan Au Dreams

Posting this separately so it's easier to find.

based on this post here

( @lavenderdropp Consider this a thank you for the art you made for me and being an awesome friend! P.S. I never wrote for Zuko before so he's probably ooc here and it's been literally since I was a kid since I last watched Avatar the Last Air Bender so everything is probably going to be wrong lol It does contain a Qoute I found online but I can't find the other half, slight yandere vibes from this tbh.)

"You're a girl."

War is hell, but that's not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty. War is fun. War is thrilling. War is drudgery. War makes you a man. War makes you dead.

Battles are extremely costly, and going into one each side must agree on that cost which is the lives of their men. One side, regardless if it is a draw will lose. Confusing? Yes. Both armies may fall back and decide that another charge would be pointless, but the damage is done regardless. Hundreds if not thousands will be dead, and many more will be injured. The side that can accept these losses will actually win the draw.

Fire burnt as smoke clogged up the sky. The people beneath barely able to breath as the Fire Nation attacked. The night sky burnt brightly with the crackling of embers flying hi. How did this happen?! How did it come to this?! It had started when she had awoken to screams and horrible noises coming through her window. Jolting awake from fear, she made the mistake of rushing to the window to see what was going on. That was her first mistake. Her f/c eyes widened at the sights of homes on fire their insides flickering in the nights as people screamed ran through the streets in fear. Women shrieked. Mothers clutched their children. Men shouted some brandishing makeshift weapons. What was going on? A small woman shrieked running right past the window making her flinch hard looking down instinctively. A young woman ran past clutching her nightgown up in her hands to help her run behind her was a laughing man giving chase as his hands were lit on fire.

The world was burning. Blurring the lines between hell and a light source of hope.

That  magnetic pull, that hypnotizing dance it does to lure you in, the dance that catches souls in its flame, the dance that makes you wish you dazzled and shined as bright as that. Bright hot flames flicker, lighting up the dark world around its molten core as the embers dance around in the sky above as the sun rose and fell across the sky only to repeat the cycle.

Red and yellow ribbons of scalding heat intertwine while sparks jump and dance. The sun's flames is the element essential to life in every form, with sparks and embers raining down like the winter snow.

But while fire is a warm light intended to bring hope, it can also be from hell to burn.

You would have your eyes closed cause of the smoke. Everything would be burning around you on fire all and falling down, crumbling to cinders and soot. You would smell the smoke and pretty much nothing else. You can't breathe because of all the smoke around you so you just be coughing. Everything would feel hot. You're entire skin would be hot and you'd be sweating. You would hear the crackling in the popping of fire. You would hear the building crumbling and falling around you. And screams of people as they were entrapped within the burning flames.

Such one must remember to tend to the flames to ensure that none of the flames were to get out of control. However instead of tending to the flames, they choose to engulf themselves within it's burning desire and attack.

And such in a futile attempt to put out the flames, they fought back. Brandishing weapons. Chucking water. Anything.

Perhaps it was luck or misfortune that the young boy had found a challenger his own age. Another young boy who slammed another fire bender into a wall before turning and coming face to face with the other child soldier. The boy before him bore the same guard uniform the others of this small city had, although it looked baggy and too big, so this must be a trainee. Never the less the battle ensued a dodge here. Sideways cartwheel. He wasn't trying to hit him. No...He was scared and trying to run away from the Prince who gave chase, insulted by the cowardly display. Past other Fire Benders and other fleeing people until he was baked against a building fire blasted and parts of the clothes fell away.

Stop. Drop. And roll.

He'll give him credit, he knew what it took to put out a fire on him. However when he sat back up panicked and clothes half burnt off, an unexpected discovery was made.

A woman.

No. A girl.

No older than himself or his sister. Sat there burnt, crying, her clothes burnt off to reveal bandages tightly wrapped around her upper torso. A girl had been the one trying to flee from him. A girl is who he burnt. A girl is who he made cry.

A girl is who flung water at his face from a puddle next to her.

"Ah!" A direct hit. The dirt and water hurt and stung his eyes as he rubbed them hearing the screams and footsteps fleeing around him. However by the time he did look up, the girl was gone. Having disappeared in the fire scarred night.

"Zuko? Hey! Zuko!"

The man sat up straight from the table he had slumped over. The dream in his mind quickly faded away as reality came back into view. The face of his longtime friend staring back at him in concern.

"Are you alright? You fell asleep at your work station," she slowly asked out of concern.

"Oh. Yes. I-I'm alright. I've just been working myself overtime lately."

"Uh huh." Her brow rose showing Katara did NOT believe him. "They told me you keep randomly passing out during the day-"

"I'm not 'randomly passing out'. They're just power naps."

"Power naps on time of important letters and spilt ink." She held out a cloth to him and he looked down at the table. A perfect imprint of face his face melded into paper and to the left some spilt ink in a jar. A hand reached up and felt the wet ink on his face as she pressed the rag to his face. "You've been staying up and not getting enough sleep. We're all starting to get worried about you....Is there something bothering you?"

"N-No. It's just...lately I've been having the same dream over and over." He mumbled as she wiped at his face.

"A nightmare?", she asked raising a brow.

"Sort of? Not exactly. Back when my father was Fire Lord and he attacked so many innocent people, I once came across his girl as a boy. She was dressed in the traditional garbs of a soldier but she didn't look like one. She didn't...act like one. It was so strange. But I forgot able her shortly after...In fact-" He turned to her with a lost face. "-I have literally never thought about her until I started dreaming about her. I didn't even remember she existed until then."

"That's weird not going to lie. When did you start dreaming of her?"

"Not long ago. About a month maybe. No more than that."

"Huh...Well lots of things can trigger memories we buried deep away." She continued wiping his face and neck. "Smells, maybe something similar happened to that night that jogged the memory, maybe you saw someone who looked like her, or maybe today is the same day it happened." She shrugged. "Could be anything. Or maybe you're just feeling guilty."

"...Guilty. Yes. That's most likely. I did do some terrible things as well."

"Hey! That wasn't your fault! You were a dumb kid trying to figure your life out and just doing what you were told."

"A dumb child that still hurt people." He sighed reaching a hand up to rub his face. "Well now I do feel guilty."

"Then why don't you try making it up to her? If you apologize maybe the dreams will stop."

"I don't even know her name. How am I supposed to apologize if I don't even know where she is?"

"Well you know where she last WAS right? You can go there and ask around. Maybe someone knows her there."

"......Have I ever told you, you're very smart."

"I mean it was obvious. Have you seen Sokka's social skills?"

"I HEARD THAT!!," another man's voice shouted from behind them a little far away.

It wasn't a bad idea. He'll find the woman and apologize to her. Make it up to her. He burnt her, scared her, helped destroy her home...It was only right to find her and make it right. Maybe then these nightmares would stop plauging him.

Now the hard part was to just track her down.

[lavenderdropp]

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