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**Full summary will be added once more chapters are posted, and the first good cliffhanger isn't until chapter 4 so read at your own risk**
Chapter 1: Lillian's school hosts a school dance, and Lillian would kill to not attend. Takes place shortly after Hiroki joins the team.
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The Chronicles of Soup-tron the Conqueror: Soup-tron vs Women’s Suffrage by annonia
Fandoms: 23:4 (Webcomic)
04 May 2024
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“I’m going to make lunch,” Hiroki announced.
“Huh?” Eden turned over. “With what?”
As far as Eden knew, there was no food anywhere in HQ. There was a kitchen, but he personally had never set foot in it. There were many kitchens Eden had never set foot in, in fact, but this was the one he was most proud of. If he had known how to cook as a kid, maybe Amaliel would have made him cook, too, and by then he’d have had so much extra reaper work that he would have never made it out of HQ before his millionth birthday.
“I don’t know, I’ll make soup. Soup is easy,” Hiroki continued. “I want soup.” His earrings bounced as he nodded to himself.
“Fine, help me up then,” Eden sat up. “You can’t chop anything with one hand.”
///Or, Eden and Hiroki are in the infirmary together and try to cook. Neither of them know how to cook, but they’d never admit that to each other.
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Eden lied to Amaliel about not knowing Celestino—they had talked before. Eden just hoped Celestino didn’t recognize him.
///or, a silly interaction between Eden and Celestino before he was recruited.
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He didn’t hear spattering of blood on the ground; some faraway train of thought screamed that it must be spurting, oozing, trailing out of him, too fast, too fast, but the idea never quite reached him—like a deer who could hear a horn blaring but never discern what was coming. Like a deer, he was crushed with the urge to freeze, pushing forward still was like moving mountains. A demented calculus telling him that this was the way to go, even as his insides wrenched with every step.
///or, just me rewriting Light’s death for writing practice