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A Peony for Heiji [One-Shot]

“I can’t believe you’ve never tied a tie before. It’s basic level stuff,” Shinichi said with humour tinged in his frustration. Heiji lifted his chin up to allow Shinichi access to his neck. He grinned like an idiot. “I’m honestly surprised you know how to do it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a real tie before. You only wore a clip-on as Conan, right?” Shinichi rolled his eyes. “My dad told me it was imperative to know how to tie a tie. I just… don’t do it too often.” He grasped the ends of the tie and focused as he brought the large end of the tie un

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Team Instinct - The Rally

The rally was filled with Team Instinct Pokémon Trainers. They'd occupied a park for the event where Spark, their Team Leader, would speak to them. It was the first rally after the initial joining phase. Of course, they were still accepting members, but Spark wanted to stand up and gather everyone together... He hadn't expected such a large turnout. The entire park was filled to the brim with other players toting insignia or paraphernalia to support their team. The crowd was a sea of yellow. Spark grinned, looking around at the crowd behind the stage curtain. They were few in number... but here they were. It certainly boosted his energ

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Beware the Sleepless Lion [One-shot]

[[PLEASE read the artist's comments first. Summary and comments concerning the story are there and I'd appreciate it. It's super short, just graze through it and we'll be good. Enjoy!]] "Can't sleep?" Jason growled. He gripped the glass of water in his hand tightly, not turning around to look on the intruder. There wasn’t any reason to. He knew who had broken into his apartment. "A little warning, I hate when people break into my apartment, Dick. Especially you. The least you could do is fucking knock.” Nightwing smiled, shaking his head as he stood propped up against the beam of the door with his arms folded in front of him. "Aw

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Scars of Compassion [One-Shot]

Jason never talks about his scars. He doesn't say when he got them, he doesn't acknowledge they exist, and he definitely doesn't like anyone touching them. But sometimes, when Roy wakes up at night, he sees them in the glimmer of the moonlight. He finds new ones sometimes, sees some when they're kissing, or he finds them as he's touching him. And he thinks about how Jason got those scars. How he probably saved a young girl in an alleyway, and he got stabbed for it. He might have received the long scar on his chest from a slash as he freed some prostitutes from their abusers. Nothing ever crossed his mind to even think, for a second, the s

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Recovery [Chapter 2/3]

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, surprised at what I saw. Marcone, true to his word, sent me a tuxedo that fit me perfectly. It must’ve been difficult finding a tux for a 6’9” lanky man in such a short time, even more impressive if he had it made from scratch. I pictured a sweat shop with tailors chained in a basement making Marcone suits on command. Either way, it didn’t look bad on me. I scratched the scruff on my chin and wondered if I should shave before Michael came. Somehow, I felt the urge attack more relentlessly at the thought of Michael. I went to the bathroom and shaved, managing to not nick myself

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Recovery [Chapter 1/3]

“You want to come to my charity ball at the Fairmont Chicago - Millennium Park? Undercover for one of your missions, Dresden?” Marcone paused, thinking about the request. He intertwined his fingers, staring at me with an unreadable look in his eye. The mere idea of asking Marcone for anything left a bad taste in my mouth. It seemed like I’d need another way in judging how this conversation was going, Marcone seemed too reluctant. After all, every event I’d ever attended ended with… a minor fire. In my defense, many of the monsters needing to be smited… smote?... whatever, attended them too. I petitioned a

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A Demon Bathed by Angels [One-Shot]

Demi-Fiend’s fist plunged through the Oni’s face, splashing blood and viscera in an explosion. The power of his punch was unmatched by any demon. Unluckily for the Oni, he couldn’t even survive a single blow. His host of angels, all several feet back, watched in awe as his whole front was covered in the Oni. They looked on as he turned around, jerking his arm reflexively and splattering blood on the ground. His tattoos glowed green, cutting through the dark red covering him, and his piercing golden eyes looked down, inspecting himself for injury. They approached, gliding gracefully over the ground, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel all sheathed their weapons in their scabbards. Michael, holding his lance up in victory, came to a stop before him. His orange and yellow wings spread out as he spoke. His deep, gravelled voice dictating praise to his master. “Great Demi-Fiend, you have obliterated yet another enemy. A lowly, unworthy Oni.” “Stupid retches believe they can handle your power

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Recovery [Chapter 3/3]

I groaned as I hit the leather seats in the limo. “That’s the last time I try anything other than a fire spell to take down evil demon spawn.” The driver’s eyes widened in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t tell if it was because of what I said or because my tuxedo was ripped to shreds, literally. My pants hung like streamers around my legs, and my whole midriff and chest lacked any clothing whatsoever. Not to mention I had a few cuts on my face and body from where she slashed at me. Michael popped in a second later, looking something similar. He closed the door, saw the driver’s bewildered expression and n