In an alternate universe where the kids came from a world with daemons, what's different? And what's the same?

The first month after he wakes up on the meteor, WV spends most of his time alone.

When the Becket brothers were chosen out of nearly 200 other candidates, Yancy wasn't surprised in the least. You didn't need a genius level IQ or a football scholarship to pilot a jaeger. All you needed was a good partner. And Raleigh was the best.

"Can I? Can I? Who do you think you're talking to?"

Cole likes the tavern.

Cole grows increasingly confused by gender and seeks out advice.

Three families Krem has had.

A frog, a sorcerer, a sword, a porch, and a conversation in the dark.

What does a ghost care if you're mad? They've got eternity to make you count your sins.

If Cole met Anders.

Sakura at work, because damn it, medic-nin should be scary to fight.

Prompt fill for - Cellular - Ryan - Unknown Number

If Bro had smiled, even once...

Hundreds of years from now, historians will never know what her captain was thinking, when he brought Enies Lobby to its knees with a declaration of war, when he attacked a Celestial Dragon on an island in an archipelago, and she won't be there to explain, "it was for a friend, you see?" (In which Nami comes to understand that the world will never understand Luffy.)

Like the previous drabble, it's situated two weeks after a defining event in one of the crew's life.

Zoro and his sensei (I don't know if we ever learn the man's name...). Kuina's father and his apparent non-reaction to his daugther's death intrigued me. And since I read too much 'Lone Wolf and Cub', 'Vagabond' etc., this drabble happened.

Dr Kureha pounded some more monkshood beneath the pestle. "The name of a rabbit disease that infects humans. Causes ulcerations-"

They'd evaded the draconian nurses and night watchmen; Operation Eggplant (so codenamed just to annoy the brat) was a go.

Patience, Sakura decides, is for people who aren't holding lives in the space between their mind and their fingers.

His sister had helped him dye his hair before he started the academy, early enough that the scent wouldn’t register with any Inuzuka students. His mother had gone to the store and let him pick out what shade of nondescript brown he wanted. He’d chosen a brown almost identical to the great Fire Beeches that towered over their home, he’d love how tall and sturdy they were. How dependable those trees were.

Hibari's taxonomy of the carnivorous fauna of the mafia.

In which Yamamoto wanders through life smiling, joking, and terrifying bystanders. It strikes him as weird that he’s had to struggle not to kill people, that it’s been such a challenge. He’s pretty sure that for most people, not being a murderer is way easier than being one.

There are some things that Hibari knows for sure.

You get one shot. You'd better make it count.

Gokudera prefers it when Yamamoto isn't serious.

Yamamoto reflects on the meaning of being a born killer.

Hibari is starting to doubt that his carefully ordered world will ever recover from Sawada Tsunayoshi.

When you have access to the future, you'd be a fool not to use it when it comes to matters of great importance. And within the mafia, nothing is more important than Inheritance. Or, Lambo discovers there's a reason the Bovino shouldn't read the Epilogue first.

It should be easy to judge a man by the shape of his soul, but Strawhat Luffy spits in the face of logic and predictability.

Peter knows his father wasn't human. It's just not common knowledge that his mother wasn't either.

"She was fucking taller," Katsuki's Benio repeats, fangs out. "The fuck she was." Katsuki knows what, who his daemon is talking about. He doesn’t want to know, but he does. Benio is about eye level with Midoriya Yuina. She probably also knows what she’s talking about. Maybe the shitty fainting mini-steak on the hoof just decided to stand up properly today. Maybe Katsuki and Benio have other shit to think about, like the upcoming tournament, and other shit not to think about, like needing to be fucking saved by a fucking useless quirkless mook and his fucking fainting goat, the biggest joke of the animal kingdom bar none.

Tsuna's ongoing, sort of unwilling attempts to be everything to everyone.

The pen is mightier than the sword, or how Zuko saves the day via the power of good penmanship.

Sometimes Lan Qiren wondered why Nie Huaisang was so determined to hide his light under a stone. He would have long ago grown bored of playing weiqi against the foolish headshaker of legend or the vacant-eyed crybaby that perennially sobbed into his nephew’s sleeve, and yet they had been playing these games for years and years, all throughout the decade since Nie Huaisang had become Sect Leader. He didn’t ask, though, and he didn’t point it out to anyone. He’d find out the reason, one day.

Nie Mingjue A northern soldier. Old with a grey beard, Baxia took his head clean off.

“Would you fuck off already?” Bakugou’s voice rang out over the sounds of the party, prompting several members of 1A to look over in concern. Izuku bit his lip and joined them, peering around Uraraka’s shoulder where she sat beside him on the couch. Iida frowned and stood, ready to step in before Bakugou could start a fight. “Hey, man, no need to yell, we were just—” “You were just being a fucking creep. She’s obviously not fucking interested, jackass.” Izuku blinked

Maria can’t recall the last time she slept.

Shang Qinghua has made certain oversights. He never, in any of his escape plans, accounted for the presence of his bro. And so, like a cornered animal would, Shang Qinghua bares his teeth. It should have been a warning, but the demon just laughs.

“Give me an update, Nedzu,” Aizawa spits into his phone as he yanks the car door open, “What do we know?” “At around four o’clock today, the pro hero Hawks was doing an impromptu signing for fans when a member of the hate-group known as the Creature Rejection Clan pulled out a gun and shot into the crowd. Like any hero, Hawks took the bullet himself, rather than risk civilian injury.” “And how exactly did that lead him to kidnapping Tokoyami?” Or Hawks gets hit with Trigger and it brings out his bird instincts. Tokoyami is there for all of it.

“What in the hell are you on about?” Hawks bites back, and fights down the growing panic in his lungs. He hasn’t been scolded like this since he was a kid, what could he have possibly done to make Tanaka-san so angry? Hawks does everything they say, he’s careful. “I’m busy working my ass off making it into the top ten! What could I have possibly done?” Tanaka-san sighs, still agitated, but disappointed in a way that makes Hawks’ stomach churn. “Look your name up on your phone.” Hawks numbly pulls up the search bar on his phone and searches ‘pro hero hawks.’ And, there it is, the first bold headline on the page. Star-Crossed Hero Love Affair? Underneath the article is a picture of Hawks and Todoroki Natsuo at the cafe they’d visited this past weekend. Picture Hawks has his head thrown back, cackling, and Natsuo is leaning forward, drinking in his laughter with a pleased smile on his face. His arms are extended across the table, as though waiting to hold Hawks’ hand. Shit.

Sanji describes his time on Momorio Island as "hell". Despite what he lets his crewmates believe it has nothing to do with the lack of ladies. He spent two years either fleeing or fighting. He did not come away unscarred and did not have a fun adventure. An attempt at a canon compliant explanation for Sanji's reactions without just being a prejudiced jerk. Lots of trauma and internal narrative.

After five years of traveling together, Sanji still finds new things to learn about his crewmates.

Cody keeps a list of miraculous things he comes across amidst the mundane.

Things are better in the valley.