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Pandemic Perspicacity
The Covid 19 virus is characterised by lung infection, suffocating the carrier. The Covid 19 virus does not only suffocate on a micro/individual level, but it has suffocated the world on a macro scale.
Just as human organs slowly weaken as oxygen levels can no longer support vital function, the world’s organs (the various facilities we have and communities we take part in), are weakening as we are cut off from attendance.
Thus Allah makes the sign evident to you, that you may reflect. (Al-Baqarah 2:219)
Why does Allah SWT send natural disasters and what are the symbolic meanings thereof? Let us explore :)
Why does Allah SWT send Natural Disasters?
1) It is sent as a punishment to people who have actively disobeyed Allah SWT, and who do not take warning to correct their wrong actions.
…And We tested them with good and bad so that perhaps they would return. (Al-A'raf 7:168)
And if the people of the towns had believed and had the Taqwâ (piety), certainly We should have opened for them blessings from the heaven and the earth, but they belied (the Messengers). So We took them (with punishment) for what they used to earn (polytheism and crimes, etc.). (Al-A’raf 7:96)
2) It is sent as a means to remind people of Allah SWT’s Vigilance, causing repentance, an increase in righteous manners and caution in front of Allah SWT.
And indeed We punished the people of Fir’aun (Pharaoh) with years of drought and shortness of fruits (crops, etc.) that they might remember (take heed). (Al-A’raf 7:130)
3) It is to create an evident phenomenon (a Sign/Ayah) on Earth as a timeless metaphorical message; a displayed boundary set by Allah as a reminder to not transgress certain limits repeatedly.
So We opened the gates of heaven with water pouring forth. And We caused the earth to gush forth with springs. So the waters (of the heaven and the earth) met for a matter predestined. And We carried him on a (ship) made of planks and nails, floating under Our Eyes, a reward for him who had been rejected! And indeed, We have left this as a sign, then is there any that will remember (or receive admonition)? Then how (terrible) was My torment and My warnings? (Al-Qamar 54:9-16)
4) It is a test of the Believers’ belief, sabr (patience), self-control, and general righteous conduct.
Do people think they will be left alone because they say: “We believe,” and will not be tested. And We indeed tested those who were before them. And Allah will certainly make (it) known (the truth of) those who are true, and will certainly make (it) known (the falsehood of) those who are liars, (although Allah knows all that before putting them to test). (Al-’Ankabut 29:2-3)
5) It is to remind us that Allah SWT bears omnipotence.
Then he had no group or party to help him against Allah, nor was he one of those who could save themselves. (Al-Qasas 28:21)
6) It is a demonstration that Allah SWT’s Strength is infinite compared to people’s limited capacity; even against a whole community.
As for ‘Ad, they were arrogant in the land without right, and they said: “Who is mightier than us in strength?” See they not that Allah, Who created them was mightier in strength than them. And they used to deny Our Ayat (proofs, evidences, verses, lessons, revelations, etc.) (Fussilat 41:15)
7) It is sent as an unavoidable event, forcing us to acknowledge the need to adopt a righteous lifestyle.
See they not that they are tried once or twice every year (with different kinds of calamities, disease, famine, etc.)? Yet, they turn not in repentance, nor do they learn a lesson (from it). (At-Tawbah 9:126)
8) To show that the relief of Allah SWT is always near; that there is nothing more beautiful than the relief of Allah SWT, and nothing more calamitous than the wrath of Allah SWT.
And certainly, We shall test you with something of fear, hunger, loss of wealth, lives and fruits, but give glad tidings to As-Sâbirin (the patient ones, etc.). (Al-Baqarah 2:155)
9) To remind people of the severity and power of the Day of Judgement.
Answer the Call of your Lord (i.e. accept the Islâmic Monotheism, O mankind, and jinn) before there comes from Allâh a Day which cannot be averted (i.e. the Day of Resurrection). You will have no refuge on that Day nor there will be for you any denying (of your crimes as they are all recorded in the Book of your deeds). (Ash-Shuraa 42: 47)
Allah, there is no god but He – He will most certainly gather you together on the resurrection day, there is no doubt in it; and who is more true in word than Allah? (An - Nisa 4:87)
10) It is sent as a mercy to the Believers.
The Prophet ﷺ said, “Whoever dies from a plague is a martyr” (Ṣaḥīḥ al-Bukhārī, no. 5733)
And never think of those who have been killed in the cause of Allah as dead. Rather, they are alive with their Lord, receiving provision, (Surat ‘Āli `Imrān 3:169)
What is the context of the COVID 19 Pandemic?
See they not that they are tried once or twice every year (with different kinds of calamities, disease, famine, etc.)? Yet, they turn not in repentance, nor do they learn a lesson (from it). (At-Tawbah 9:126)
The Punishments from Allah SWT vary in terms of what they demonstrate, physically and emotionally. The people of Noah (as) experienced a rainfall that flooded the entire earth, the Tribe of Ad were punished by a windstorm, and the people of Sodom were pelted by stones that rained from the sky; all these punishments have varying symbolizations designed specifically for that area’s cleansing of sin. Distinct characterizations are used to illustrate the manifestations of Divine Retribution for that specific sins archetype. In the context of COVID 19, we can attempt to understand its symbolic testimony by its influence on the general global scale:
In an era characterized by mobility and access to various resources all around the world; we are ordered to quarantine. Companies involved in online deliveries of goods are overwhelmed as efficiency heads downhill. Imports and exports are blocked due to airline and international travel restrictions. Even at the microlevel of our family, we are unable to visit.
In an age of computerized communication, we find ourselves void of face-to-face contact with people. Constrained to only online communication, we face its inherent defects. Various concerns struggle with the complication of online communication, from companies and schools to the private user. Whether it be the strain of constant disconnection, or the deficiency of body language and tone in text messaging; in a time of vast communication, we are left feeling thoroughly disconnected.
During this Information Age where exceeding amounts of information are available to us with a click of a button, we are only ebbing on understanding Covid 19. The moment discoveries of the virus are footed to potentially produce a vaccine, the virus alters structure, leaving us in sciolism.
The medical field is acclaimed for massive feats inclusive of successful brain surgeries and heart transplants, but is rendered basically inoperative at the tolerance of a flu-type virus. With all the fascinating technology the medical field has to offer, there are not enough hospital beds for patients to lay in and receive help. The concept of a bed is primitive.
With technology being able to calculate trends that results in the prediction of some seemingly erratic phenomena such as the weather, predicting the nature and flow of Covid 19 is inadequate. The spreading capacity of Covid 19 has dismayed even some of the most observant in its occasional symptomless infections. Some carriers may not even produce a fever when transmitting the virus.
In modern generations, the strongest nation holds the strongest economy. Covid 19 has disabled economic growth leaving governments debating even the most fundamental discussions such as the importance of monetary efficiency versus human health and life.
Warfare, mostly executed with intimidating machinery and weapons, has not reached the potency and mass destruction of this organic and simple flu-like coronavirus which holds occupancy over the world.
The Ultimate Lesson
The Covid 19 virus is characterised by lung infection, suffocating the carrier. The Covid 19 virus does not only suffocate on a micro/individual level, but it has suffocated the world on a macro scale.
Just as human organs slowly weaken as oxygen levels can no longer support vital function, the world’s organs (the various facilities we have and communities we take part in), are weakening as we are cut off from attendance.
Thus Allah makes the sign evident to you, that you may reflect. (Al-Baqarah 2:219)
But why suffocation? What is the metaphorical boundary set in this pandemic?
When we suffocate, we slow down. Even during exercise, or when the environment is too hot, our breathing is challenged. To regain bodily equilibrium we sit or lay down until normal breathing has restored, and is it not a lack of spiritual equilibrium that is missing within the Ummah?
Everything is so fast-paced and demands for monetary living are so high that people have no time for faith, prayer or even slight remembrance of Allah SWT. There is always somewhere to be, something to do, some money to be made, that even the Daily Prayers are rushed in order to give precedence of time to something else. The modern world has valued the creation over The Creator.
Allah SWT hasn’t caused a complete wipe-out of all the nations, which would be easy for Allah SWT to do.
Have they not seen how Allah originates the creation then resurrects it? That is certainly easy for Allah. (Al-Ankabut 29-19)
Allah SWT Has suffocated us (metaphorically speaking considering the Covid 19 pandemic), Allah SWT has SLOWN the world to an almost halt, and as Believers, we need to accept the warning, and boost our righteous behaviour.
Take Time and Be Grateful
Take time for Allah SWT, He Created you, why would you not?
Understand that man-made inventions can never satisfy or properly take the place of raw and natural means of operating.
Monetary or social greed should never take precedence over the health and safety of other people.
Learn to have Sabr in your dealings, not everything has to be achieved immediately.
The relations we have with our kin is essential to mental wellbeing.
What other things have you learnt from the COVID 19 pandemic? Please comment below and share. ♥
May Allah SWT Protect us all and give the Believers the best ♥ Ameen ♥
Could you write about how would Damian react to another random boy who starts hitting on Anya or has a crush on her? I’m really loving his tsundere 🥺
oof. Its my first time writing a jealous Damian on this blog. Thank you anon 🤭
in which Ania's attention is divided (Damian x Ania)
Oh, sure. Just keep telling her jokes as she laughs. It's not a bother. Not at all.
"U-Um, Lord Damian, your cake..." He heard a minion of his meekly speak, breaking his line of vision from the glaring scene two tables away from him. He turned to the one who spoke, with annoyance. "Hah?!"
Only did he see what his companions were pointing at.
He held the fork with a vice grip, tight, and veins almost visible near his knuckles. The poor cake in a much worse condition, mashed and cut in whole half, the sponge and the icing mixed in an uneven mess.
"This is stupid. I've lost my appetite." Damian tried speaking in his normal haughty tone but it came out a forced grumble.
He puts his clenched fists inside his pockets, trying not to spare a glance at Ania and her... new companion.
Which proved to be quite difficult.
Why's she laughing like that? I bet what he says isn't even that funny.
Before he was even aware of himself, he'd began taking heavy steps towards the table.
It was an automatic silence. Becky letting out a frown, Ania with a surprised albeit curious look, and the boy with them gulping, cautious and a bit afraid he'd done something to offend the young aristocrat.
"...Sy-on boy?" Ania mutters.
Damian snaps from his hardened facial expression, his gaze turning towards the little esper and eventually towards the boy.
He immediately turned beet red at his own unconscious actions, violently pointing towards Ania, his mouth speaking faster than his mind can decipher.
"E-Even I have a pretty decent sense of humor! NO! Even b-better!"
Becky scrunched her eyebrows. "What the heck are you saying right now? Ania didn't even do anything."
Damian stopped, processing what he'd just said. Seconds later, he'd released a huge fuse.
"Sh-Shut up! These plebeian jokes this ugly laughs at don't even suit Eden Academy!"
He turns his eyes towards the boy. "I won't lose to you! Comedy is child's play!" Damian adds in absolute declaration.
"Uh you're pretty much a child yourself." Becky says nonchalantly.
Damian stomps away.
Ania grasps her hair, a confused and nervous look on her face, thinking she'd messed up world peace again. I made Sy-on boy angry again. I'm sorry Pa.
More Spy x Family fanart!
I like all this ends XD
A new Dou!!
You can read here
Credits
Artist: Chia
Pixiv ID: 1749919
Translation/Typesetter: Alice
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The king of heroes only wanted win that prize to Saber!!!
Finally!! Thanks to Alice whe have this doujinshi translated in english!!
You can read complete version here
Artist ha84no_ :https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=60406159
Art by Chia: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=67117336
Well… this is like a happy end…
Art Xinya: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=23992983
Gil and Arturia wanting to go home right away after the Sunday Service but Enkidu is being his usual self, your usual chatter box big brother.
Again, bg is from a picture of a church in Google that i found.
Arte ha84no_: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=61767125
Aw my ultimate otp :")
Little Gil and Lily.
Art by Ruri: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=66368109
Ethereal
Characters: Akashi Seijuuro, fem!Kuroko, Midorima Shintaro, Momoi Satsuki. Rating: Teen Warning: Genderbent Character Summary: As the afternoon sunlight illuminating her, Seijuuro almost believed that she indeed is an angel.
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“……. He was noticeably increasing his form and technicque. Although he wasn’t a fast player, his shoot has been quite steady this past week.” Momoi stated, voice dutiful, as her eyes glanced from her notes to the two person in front of her.
Midorima has his usual serious face as he listened to Momoi’s last explanation. Seijuuro put up his unreadable, calm face.
“Watanabe was a quite good shooter.” Midorima commented, his tapped hand adjusting his spectacles. “Although, he seems confused to choose his position.”
Momoi nodded. “Yes,” her eyes scanned the data in front of her.
“He occasionally change his position from a PG into SG.” The pink haired girl continued, looking at Seijuuro in hope of gauging his reaction regarding their weekly discussion.
Seijuurou nodded, as if sensing her–which he probably is.
“He has a steady improvement.” The red haired captain started, his voice containing his authority, regadless the matter.
“But I cannot tolerant his confusion for his position. Because he is in a steady condition, I deemed it is fine that he stayed in the second strings.”
“Yes, Akashi-kun.” Momoi said, agreeing to his words because in this captaincy–or perhaps in almost every matter–his words are absolute.
As they packed their things quietly, Midorima promptly offered to walk her home.
“Your horoscope didn’t place in the safe areas today. I am ranked third today so it is safer if I walk you home.” He reasoned.
“Sure thing, Midorin!” Momoi responded cheerfully. Everyone know what a big tsundere Midorima was.
“I’ll leave Momoi to you, Midorima.” His voice, although sounds normal also held slight amusement in it.
“Are you not also going home, Akashi-kun?” Momoi asked.
“Not yet. I have a paperwork in Student Council Office.” He answered lightly.
“Are you planning on working on it in here?” Midorima asked, voice incredulous. Momoi immediately shots him a worried look.
“No, I will be taking it home with me.” Seijuuro answered reasuringly.
“Okay, we’ll be going now, Akashi-kun. Good work today.” Momoi waved at him. Midorima nodded at him.
When both of them turned right to another corridor, he took his bag and started walking to the Student Council Office.
He was passing by the corridor of his class when he see it. He barely even notice it.
Seijuuro stopped in front of the door and looked up to read the tag. Class 1-B. Seijuuro cassually opened the door and stepped inside, managing his steps light.
In the seats row right beside the window, sitting in the very last seat was a girl with petite body and powder blue hair, sleeping soundly.
Her waist lenght hair cascading over her shoulder, curtaining her face. Her head slightly bent forward with her hand crossed neatly over her laps. Her bag was on her desk. The only book visible was a novel with dark red cover on her desk, with a bookmark sticking from it.
Seijuuro gently run his fingers to her hair and put it behind her ear to view her face better.
Her skin was fair and very white. It was akin to translucent for Seijuuro could see webs of green veins of her hand. Her face was clean, her powder blue eyeslashes brushing lightly against her cheek, and her mouth slightly agape with steady puff of breaths coming out.
She seemed to be has been sleeping for quite amount of time. Her bent position surely would make her uncomfortable if she continued to sleep in this position.
But, what fill his mind the most was the fact that he barely notices her presence. He wondered how could he missed this particular beauty walking on the academy grounds. As the afternoon sunlight illuminating her, Seijuuro almost believed that she indeed is an angel.
The girl stirred in her sleep and her eyelashes fluttering until a pair of icy blue orbs revealing it’s dazed form to Seijuuro’s wake. She stayed unfocused for several seconds before gradually focusing on her sorrounding.
She straightened herself and looking directly to Seijuuro; icy blue eyes meeting the depth red of Seijuuro’s eyes.
“Good afternoon, Akashi-san.” She greeted him with a slight bow. Very interesting. There is no sign of blush or getting flushtered.
“Good afternoon,” Seijuuro nodded with a slight arc of his eyebrow, prompting the girl to give her name.
“I am Kuroko Tetsuna.” The girk introduces, voice soft but stoic. Her face void of emotion; but her eyes tells a different story about her. Seijuuro couldn’t read her.
“Kuroko-san,” Seijuuro started. “Why are you sleeping in here? Sleeping in that position would make you left you with a stiff neck.”
“I apologize for you to find me in such condition, Akashi-san. I was just finished reading a book.” She answered.
“A book?”
“A romance novel.” She said truthfully.
“I suppose it is not what you prefered.” Seijuuro stated, voice understanding. He notices that from the point of view from this side, he could view the vast expanse of the school’s field to the main entrance. The school was pretty much deserted by now.
“Yes,” she answered. “I prefer something like Sherlock Holmes.” That explain many things for her preferance.
“I agree with you, Kuroko-san. Dwelling on written romances did not give me much profit in reality.”
“I could say the same,” she had agreed, but the tone that she uses indicates that her reason to agree was more that.
“It’s already quite late, Kuroko-san. I suggest for you to head home right away before it gets dark.” Seijuuro said, slipping a slight commanding tone to his voice.
“Yes, thank you for waking me up, Akashi-san.” She put the bok inside her bag and slung the strap onto her right shoulder.
“I have to apologize for not being able to walk you home, Kuroko-san. Unfortunately, I have a paperwork to do.” Seijuuro couldn’t understand why he was telling her this. He supposed it was his gentleman nature speaking.
“It’s alright, Akashi-san. I understand.” She genuinely said.
They walked out of the classroom before Tetsuna finally bid her goodbye.
“Thank you again, Akashi-san. See you later.” She bowed slightly before walking to the stairs.
When she dissappeared to the turned corridor, Seijuuro notices a little something that he concludes as Tetsuna’s possesion.
Her Student ID card.
“I will indeed see you later, Tetsuna.” Seijuuro mutters then, and tasting the sweet taste of Tetsuna’s name for the first time he said it.
He’ll be seeing her very soon.
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A sudden idea of AkaKuro popped up sooo, here it is. It’s not very good, but still readable I guess. Anyway, as usual happy reading.
Do you know of any good female kuroko and kagami fics? Or the female kuroko with the GoM or just female kuroko and overprotective GoM :D ? Or female kuroko with just anyone hahah female kuroko can be quite lovely hahaha
of course! starian nightzz writes a lot of female kuroko fics, none of them are kagakuro though so here are some kagakuro ones !!
Not as Invisible as One Might Think by Newey07 on FF.NSummary: Fem!Kuroko is surprisingly busty and Kagami-kun has to deal with the consequences.Notes: KagaKuro, one sided KiKuro and AoKuro; oneshot.
Shadow Girls by Akurai on FF.NSummary: That fic where all the shadows are in fact girls. It’s taken certain rainbow haired idiots waaaaay longer than it should have to realize, but now that the secret’s out, hijinks and hilarity ensue.Notes: Female Kuroko, female Takao, female Mayuzumi. KagaKuro, MidoTaka; hints of one sided AoKuro, KiKuro, AkaKuro, KuroMomo, SakuKuro, HayaMayu, HanaMayu, AkaMayu; incomplete multichapter.
Of Flames and Smoke series by furihatachlookie on AO3Summary: Oh, the irony of the situation. See, in fairy tales, the dragon is meant to be slain, and the princess, along with her knight, are meant to have their happily ever after. But meeting those golden eyes that burned like fire, as strongly and familiarly as her own, it seemed the story didn’t quite go as planned.Good. She didn’t want the cliché happily ever after anyway.Notes: KagaKuro, medieval!au, dragons.
Non-KagaKuro fics
Our Treasure by Cheshire.Heart on FF.NSummary: Kuroko Takara was a cheerful girl who made a big impact on her middle school’s basketball team at Teiko, but what happens when she arrives at Seirin High and suddenly becomes a tiger’s quiet shadow? And how does this effect the story when Kuroko Tetsuya is no longer a boy?Notes: Incomplete multichapter, pairings are still up in the air.
Miracles by half-sleeping on AO3Summary: It’s not as though there’s actually a rule that girls can’t compete in boy’s basketball.Notes: Female GOM; AoKaga, MidoTaka, KiKasa, NijiAka, MuraHimu, incomplete multichapter.
Unexpected by yorunaka on AO3Summary: Things don’t always go as planned. However, what is unexpected is not necessarily unfavorable.Notes: AoKuro, GOMKuro.
Happy reading!
- Mod M
Kuroko could actually pass as a Akayashi
Comic Translation: Kise and Kuroko and...
ORIGINAL: 【腐】黄瀬と黒子と by さく
Anya finds out she has a new psychic power (telekinesis) and tries to practice using it without anyone finding out. Either Becky or Damian catch her in the act. (Author's choice)
Title: MoveIt
Genre: Humor/Family/Friendship
Rating: K
Beta-read by: @borusawa
A/N: Thank you for the prompt! This is my first Spy x Family fic. I hope I do okay. 🙈
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Anya stared at the bag of peanuts on the top shelf, eyes moist, and a barely contained scowl on her face. Her little fists curled up into balls as her eyes stayed focused on the bag.
“Loid...” Yor touched her lower lip as she watched the little girl hold her arms up and come on her tiptoes, trying to reach the bag. “Maybe we can give her just a bit?”
“No, Yor.” Loid sighed and put his daughter’s test papers down. He rubbed his forehead.
I should have expected her scores, and I did, but I’m still disappointed.
“No more peanuts until she gets her grades up.”
Another Tonitrous Bolt would be disastrous for Operation Strix.
“Maybe if we cut her time watching TV and put it into studying...” he muttered to himself.
The little girl bit her lower lip, and closed her eyes, wishing the bag would just fall into her hands. She hung her head and held her palms up to face her, the tears at the corner of her eyes threatening to spill at the sight of them empty. She heard footsteps approach her, and Anya looked up. “Mamaaaa!” She cried, knowing her mother was softer on her.
“Oh...” Yor felt pity for the girl and looked back at her husband in the living room. “But she has been trying.”
Anya closed her eyes, imagined the peanut bag in her hands, and suddenly, she felt something drop and crackle between them. Her eyelids flung open and widened at the bag in her hands. A wide grin spread on her face and she ripped it open, digging in. “Thanks, Mama!”
Yor looked back at her and blinked. “But I didn’t...”
How did that... How did Anya get the bag?
“Did you give it to her, Yor?” Loid stood up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. Anya skipped to her room, munching on her peanuts happily. He sighed but looked at her softly. “We can’t keep spoiling her like this.”
“But I... I didn’t...” She tried to explain, confused with how it happened, too. Did she grab it and gave it to Anya without her even knowing? There was no way Anya could have reached for it.
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“Give it back, Ewen!” Becky huffed and placed her hands on her hips. “Stop it and give it back!”
Emile snickered and taunted the poor girl further. “Or what?”
“I’ll tell on you!” She pointed a finger at them and then opened up her palm. “My dad gave me that pen!”
Anya held on to the straps of her backpack and watched the exchange with wide eyes before approaching her friend. “What happened?”
“Oh, Anya!” Becky looked at her. “These two won’t hand me my pen back.”
“I’ll get it for you.” Anya approached the two boys, and held her palm open, her attention focused on the gold-colored pen.
That’s a really shiny pen.
She reached her hand forward, but still a few feet away from Ewen.
“What—you think I’ll just hand it to you?” The boy laughed.
“Stop it, you guys,” Damian said cooly. “Don’t waste your time with the—” His eyes widened at what he saw, Anya was already holding on to the pen, she too, looked a little surprised, but grinned upon having it in her possession. Heat crawled up her cheeks and she waved it around before walking back to Becky.
“Here you go!” Anya cheered and handed it over to Becky.
Wow, that was easy. But how did it fly to my hand...
“You’re amazing!” Becky hugged her, happy to have her pen back. “Come on, let’s go before they try anything again.” Anya was pulled away, but even as she walked to match Becky’s pace, her emerald eyes were trained on her small hand.
Have I… Can I finally do it?
Vague flashes of her spending time being observed behind a glass window, wires connected to her head, and a pebble before her on the empty table came racing through her mind. However, before she could recall what the people were muttering amongst themselves on how she could access this power, their teacher had entered the classroom, telling the children to settle down.
I… I have to try when I get home!
Anya had a determined look on her face, easily fooling their teacher that she was into the lecture. But behind her, Damian zoned in on her, finding the earlier events highly suspicious.
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“I’m home,” Loid announced as he removed his hat and jacket.
“Welcome home!” Yor called from the kitchen. “Dinner is almost ready. I’ll make you some tea while you wait.”
“Thank you.” He smiled at her and walked into the kitchen, his brow quirking up at seeing Anya sitting on the floor, in front of the center table, a salt shaker in front of her. “Anya?”
“Busy now. I’m constrating, Papa.” Anya didn’t so much as give him a glance, gaze fully focused on the item.
He knew what she meant, but couldn’t help but correct her in his mind as he walked to his bedroom.
It’s concentrating.
“That, too,” Anya mumbled, barely blinking. No matter how much she tried to concentrate on the salt shaker, it wouldn’t budge, not even shake. The more she stared and it remained stationary, the more her frustration grew.
“Constrate. Constrate, Anya!” She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes for a while before slowly opening them again. Her determination only amplified further. “Concentrate!”
Loid had a full day of back to back missions and he was glad for being able to come home before dinner. Yor’s cooking had been improving, and he was glad. There was no problem with him doing most of the cooking and his fair share of chores around the house, but days like these made him thankful to have her around.
His room was tidy and nondescript. But there were a few things around to make it appear normal. Like the picture frame of him and Anya on his desk. It was mostly to show for Yor, even if it wasn’t necessary since she never came into his room… but just in case.
He removed his shirt while closing his eyes. When he opened them again, the picture frame was not in its rightful place. It had moved—or so he would think. It was now at the edge of his desk, and he walked over to pick it up, inspecting it. “That’s not where you were a second ago…” he muttered.
As he uttered the last word, his chair wobbled. Loid quirked a brow up, keeping his cool. That is—until it skidded back a few inches on its own. He gasped, then and jumped back, observing how it shook. He was a spy, trained not to fear anything—not even the supernatural. But this… this was something else. The chair skidded back further and fell over, making Loid shout in surprise.
“Loid?” Yor put the teapot down and walked towards the hallway. “Are you alright? I heard something fall.”
Anya’s brain felt fried, and a small trickle of blood ran down her nose. She felt so tired and fell over on the carpet with her arms spread wide on either side of her. The salt shaker hadn’t moved a centimeter, yet she felt like she had overworked herself.
“There’s—I’m not one to believe but… I think this apartment is haunted.” Loid was pale, as he tried to explain what happened to his wife.
“G-ghosts?!” Yor yelped and covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh dear—no!”
Realizing what panic he had caused, he tried to placate Yor. While the adults were trying to figure what had happened, Anya remained to lie down on the floor, seeing stars. Although she was tired, she lamented and whined to herself, “Why couldn’t I move iiiit?”
Fin.
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A/N:Thank you so much for reading! I recently finished the manga and fell in love. There aren’t much fics for this fandom (at least, on Ao3??) and I want to help remedy that. Lol. If you have prompts you want me to write drabbles for, do leave me an ask!
If you like what I write, please check out my profile for links to my master post, FFnet, Ao3, Twitter, and Ko-Fi!
All my love,
Kairi
An Introduction. Part 0
Kimetsu No Yaiba AU where the girl from ep 7 is Muzan’s biological daughter, who he cherishes and dotes on. She adores her perfect, loving father - until she finds out what he his, how deeply his hands are dyed with blood, and must decide what path she wants her life to take as she grapples with her world being turned upside down.
Please read this first ;
Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4;
More Damian and Anya please? I’m hooked and I need more 💕
Damian’s Truthful(?) Thoughts
“Don’t be so full of yourself, ugly!” Why did I have to feel like this for you out of all people?! Damian bursts out. Both in speech and in thoughts.
Now Anya was confused. And what did “like this” mean? Anya went in a daze, suddenly deep in thought. Her head unknowingly hung down.
Damian went unconsciously alarmed at the little girl’s sudden silence. H-Had I taken it too far? Does sh– Does she hate me now? Damian could not explain it but the mere thought made him extremely uncomfortable.
“I… I take it b-back!” Damian bursts out in panic. His pride becoming the least of his concerns this moment when the thought of Anya maybe hating him was… possible.
Anya is startled by this, raising her head to look at him with curious eyes, tilting her head. “Take what back?"
Damian looks away, a violent surge of pink about to show– or rather, was already evident on his face. "Th-That… I mean- You– You’re not…” His voice diminishing with every word uttered. But his embarrassment ate him over the last minute, just like every time he was in front of this unpredictable (cute) esper.
“Whatever! I don’t care! You’re just a low class plebeian. You’re stubborn, smug, and ug–” Damian stops at his own words. He tried saying the word he taught was usual to say to her, but something unknowingly stopped him. He didn’t know what it was.
He eventually chooses to turn around, walking away. Flushes still visible on his cheeks. Anya only looked at him, scratching her head, perplexed.
I-I’ll admit you’re not ugly but I still d-dont like you!
Anya hears his thoughts before he walked away. People ought to usually lie when they speak and completely true when they think.
And it was so bizarre how Anya had just met someone who could possibly (or actually) be both. Anya pouts in slight frustration.
Helping in Pa’s mission is hard when even reading his mind is a big puzzle.
Could I request some more headcanons about Damien and Anya?! They are so cute!!
Damianya (Damian x Anya) on an amusement park (suddenly thirsty for future fics, sorry >.
Okay so Anya is 17 years old while Damian is 18 years old.
“I’m giving you the great honor of accompanying me to the amusement park. Be grateful!” – basically how Damian asked his own girlfriend out to a date.
Anya only giggles and playfully replies with “I’m honored your highness!”
Damian blushes heavily to her bright smile, just as he always did the past 12 years.
On the day of the date, Anya arrives wearing a cute dress jumper and Damian couldn’t help but stop and stare.
Anya curiously looks at him, fighting the urge to read his mind to know what he was thinking, worrying if he thought she looked weird.
“does it not look okay?” Anya looks down at herself, Damian is brought back to reality and coughed instinctively, looking away while hiding his mouth behind his hand.
“y-you look… cute..”
Anya couldn’t hear it properly and asked him to repeat it.
Damian blurts out in embarrassment. “Agh! I said it looks f-fine! That’s enough isn’t it?!” He storms off looking like a tomato.
Anya only smiles, getting the message clearly, catching up to him and initiating to hold his hand instead to which he flushed but tightened his hold.
Damian kept being pulled by Anya on extreme rides and he would constantly want to keep up this manly image in front of Anya and act like it wasn’t at all scary
But he kept shivering, our sweet Anya did not fail to notice and would hold his hand and give him a reassuring smile.
Damian looked away with a smile/smirk making its way on his face with a mix of relief and pride, thinking that Anya held his hand because SHE was the one who was scared. Lol.
They went for some mini cakes after the rides, and bought two strawberry shortcakes that were last on stock.
Anya’s pretty clumsy, almost tripping just after they went outside the store, resulting to her dropping her shortcake
Good thing Damian caught a good hold on her and even scolded her from worry, like those nagging bf’s
Anya only looked at her dropped shortcake with a pout and Damian sighs before offering her his shortcake.
Anya looked at him wide eyed. Damian blushes in annoyance as she kept staring at him.
“W-What? It’s yours! I-I don’t even like strawberry that much! Tch.” Just take it, I… don’t like seeing you sad.
Anya giggles to herself. Oops. I accidentally read his mind.
Anya takes the cake from his hand and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek which startled Damian. “Thank you.”
Damian finally blows a huge fuse, reddening more than before (if it was still even possible)
Damian mutters to himself as he touches his cheek “You idiot. That’s not fair.”
Masya Allah ❤
My edit surah At tin (the fig) Plz do not remove/rearrange the photos or crop my name out, Jazakallahu khairan ❤️