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Hello! Your writing is just mwah! Chiefs kiss. I was wondering if you would write headcanons for the uppermoons + muzan reacting to muzans SUPER smart 15 year old daughter winning a NOBEL PRIZE in physics (she graduated college at 8 years old.) Shes always really kind and sweet to the uppermoons and her favorites (besides her father) are akaza and douma. So shes running through the infinity castle yelling in excitement to anyone that will listen to her. She couldn't be happier, she runs into doumas arms screaming. But how would the uppermoons react? Are they proud? Perhaps impressed? Would her dad be happy for her?

I really hope you like this idea!!

MUZAN + THE UPPER MOONS REACTING TO YOU WINNING A NOBEL PRIZE VERY YOUNG (A.K.A LITTLE GENIUS)

-> Headcanons | Warnings; none, just the use of a fake name for the reader since Muzan goes undercover in the human society | a/n: bless you anon you've given me back motivation even just for one post 🫡 I hope you enjoy :) oh also daki and gyutaro aren't included but it's just because I don't think they would have reacted much lol

The king of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji, would have never found himself reading a newspaper until you came over running to him, holding one in your young, smart hands.

Seeing you rush to get to him, he'd glance at you, maybe even raise an eyebrow if he was intrigued, and go back to whatever he was doing as he awaits you (he just senses you kilometers away).

Even once you arrive at the lab, he'd still be working on his immortality potions without a care in the world.

You being excited and thrilled (as you should), you almost shove the newspaper in his face or hands, which forces him to take a break.

“Dad! I have an announcement to make!” you'd smile brightly, a giddy feeling burning within you.

Despite being a step ahead of everyone in most cases, for once, he had no idea what you were about to say.

“Alright, care to enlighten me?” he had now stopped his fixation on his experiments a bit more to pay attention to the news you came to deliver.

Wordlessly, you point at the newspaper that had fallen onto his lap, making his gaze shift to it, reading the following headline: “Y/N NAKAMURA, YOUNGEST PERSON TO RECEIVE A NOBEL PRIZE IN HISTORY”

When he looks back at you, you're holding the Nobel prize in physics in your hand, full of anticipation as you search for a reaction behind those bloody eyes of his.

“Physics I see,” as he scrutinizes the prize slowly, he knows how important this win is, for both you and him.

“You've done well, this is a remarkable and respectable prize to receive. What did your thesis and research consist of?”

Whatever that may be, he's interested and listens carefully to your ramblings since he might find crucial information that may help in his experiments.

“Well, congratulations on the Nobel prize, I wouldn't have expected anything less from my daughter. I sense the upper moons aren't yet aware of your excitement, come back here in 5 minutes if you will.”

You know it wasn't really an “if you will” situation with him (was it ever?) and more of a “you leave now” one, so you just complied and exited his lab within the infinity castle, impatience battling your patience more harshly as the minutes passed.

At last, 5 minutes had passed and you got to get back inside, expecting your father to have moved his lab somewhere else, but instead, you see the uppermoons in different corners of the place, seemingly waiting for something to happen.

Muzan appears spontaneously, and you don't fail to notice how the upper moons tense up even the slightest bit at his appearance.

“Muzan-sama, as delightful and honored I am to be in your presence, may you enlighten us as to why we are united here today?” Doma, cheerful as always, inquired.

“You are here to listen to quite the announcement, which my daughter will be making; I expect discipline of you.”

“We will ensure that Muzan-sama,” Akaza replied.

Without another word, your father left and it was now your turn to enter. “Upper moons! Hello to you all.”

“Kibutsuji-san, we hope you've been well,” Akaza bowed, tension now absent in the air.

Sighing playfully, you precise: “Akaza, I've already told you you can address me by my name, the honorifics and last name aren't necessary.”

I'm aware, but I refuse to go against Muzan-sama's will even in the most insignificant ways possible,” he answered, smiling a bit so that you wouldn't take any offense to his words, although you hadn't in the first place.

“Your father addressed an announcement you had to make?” Kokushibo questioned, earning a dramatic gasp from Doma.

“Come on Kokushibo-san, I haven't even had the opportunity to greet my favorite little demon yet!”

Simply eyeing him with his 6 eyes, he turned his head and let him talk.

“My, my! It's been far too long since we've last seen y/n, how have you been?”

What manages to catch them all off guard is a smile forming on your face, and you running right into Doma's arms to embrace him, screaming with joy. They'd heard a lot of screams before, but this really startled them, making Hantengu squirm (although, no one really cared).

“Doma! Guess what, I won an incredible thing today!” you cheered, pulling away to face the others too.

Amused, he pats your head and asks: “I'm sure you did, but what may that be?”

“I won the Nobel prize in physics!”

A silence ensues within the upper moons, mainly of shock and surprise. Gyokko finds himself speaking up first: “That's quite unexpected, but nonetheless expected from Muzan-sama's brilliant daughter; my deepest congratulations.”

Doma's lips spread into a wide smirk, rainbow eyes sparkling from the news: “I knew it! I always knew how much potential flowed in you, and I was always sure you'd continue Muzan-sama's impressive legacy. Not only are you physically strong, but your intelligence even goes beyond all imagination… You're quite the jewel! See Akaza-dono, I knew it from the very beginning when she was born, I told you she'd grow to become a talented and skilled demon.”

Akaza doesn't even glance at him, instead opting to take a few steps closer to you and smile: “I'm sure your father must have told you already, but you've accomplished an amazing thing by winning this honorable prize Kibutsuji-san. We're proud of you for leading your research to such success this way, especially so young, and even if I'm afraid this stupid upper moon two has overlooked that aspect I just want to assure you we've heard and admire you.”

Kokushibo, stoic as ever, adds: “It is indeed remarkable, congratulations.” while Doma, furious, literally starts to scold Akaza who couldn’t care less.

Overall, they're impressed someone so young managed to win a Nobel Prize and their respect for you has since increased drastically, and whenever they find themselves confused or curious about something related to your research you bet you’ll be the first person they’ll turn to for answers. 

They’re twice as happy knowing your win has appeased Muzan and knowing a demon has yet again proved to be equal and perhaps “superior” to humans.

Honestly, rather than being impressed that we are able to mimic other animals' sounds, I think the aliens would be more impressed with how many animals have figured out that mimicking us, and specially our young, will result in getting help or food or just attention.

Alien: They could've picked any stronger creature, but they chose to imitate you

Human:... I guess? I feel like you're trying to make some sort of poetic, philosophical point here, but I'm not catching it

i suck your blood.

when you can’t handle Zhongli’s osmanthus line anymore… /j

i just think they should be friends lol

rip to the person i was before the leaks

May I request TF 141 boys and Konig meeting a new recruit who used to be a ballerina / professional athlete and that means she's super flexible, agile and acrobatic? Thank you very much. 😊

𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Task Force 141 (+König) + fem! reader

Hey! Thank you so much for the request! I totally enjoyed writing this and I hope you like this!

P.S: I know that König isn’t in the Task Force but I decided to write them all together 😅 Love you!🩷

READERS CALLSIGN IS BLACK SWAN (iykyk) 🤞🏻💐🤭😽

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As the boys discussed the intricacies of their upcoming operation, the door swung open, revealing a new presence in the room. You entered with a quiet grace, your movements fluid and deliberate. Your eyes held a quiet intensity as they swept over the team, and though they had faced countless adversaries, the members of the Task Force 141 couldn't help but feel a ripple of curiosity at your arrival.

Price cleared his throat, addressing the team. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce our new recruit. Codenamed Black Swan. She comes to us from a background that may be a benefit for out upcoming mission."

The team exchanged glances, intrigued by the enigmatic newcomer. You gave a respectful nod, your voice carrying an air of quiet determination as you spoke. "It's an honor to join you guys. My background is a bit different from the norm. I used to be a professional athlete, specializing in ballet and acrobatics."

Gaz raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "Ballet and acrobatics? How does that fit into our line of work?" You offered a small smile, the corners of your lips twitching upwards. "Flexibility, agility, and precision are vital in both ballet and combat. My training has given me an edge in navigating tight spaces, executing swift maneuvers, and maintaining a level of grace even in the most demanding situations. And it’s very easy for me to read people and their next moves."

Ghost leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Show us what you've got, then. I don’t know how a professional athlete is going to help us any further in this mission."

With a nod, you stepped away from the table and moved to an open area of the room. The team watched as you began to move with a fluidity that defied gravity. Your body twisted, turned, and contorted with a breathtaking grace that left the room hushed.

With a leap, you executed a flawless spin mid-air, landing with a soft thud on the ground. Your movements exuded an almost ethereal elegance, and yet beneath that delicate exterior was a fierce strength and an unyielding determination.

Soap's eyes widened, a mixture of amazement and admiration filling his expression. "I've seen a lot in my time, but I've never seen someone move like that."

König, usually a man of few words, chimed in. "I would like to know how this is going to help us…"

Price nodded "Since we need someone flexible to pass through the thin entries, I contacted Black Swan for this mission. She dances her way away from the bullets and the mess. This would be more than a success for us."

With a focused expression, you watched the boys and it looks like you still didn’t catch them. So you decided to show them how fast and flexible you are. In a swift motion you slide under the desk and within a second you collected ghost‘s and soap‘s knifes. This of course left them speechless. Not even the famous and merciless ghost had anything to say. As you hand them back the knifes and make your way back to Price.

Ghost was the first to break the silence. "Okay. Your abilities could give us a serious advantage in the field."

Gaz's skepticism had transformed into respect. "I'm impressed. You've got skills that I never even considered."

Soap grinned, his eyes alight with newfound excitement. "Imagine the possibilities on the battlefield. You could get into places none of us could reach."

Price's voice held a hint of pride. "Welcome to the Task Force 141, Black Swan. You've shown us a unique set of skills that could prove invaluable."

Hunting

It is unlikely that humans are the only predator species to achieve sapience in the galaxy.

In order to be a successful predator one has to be intelligent enough to learn your prey's movements and be able to think ahead to what they're going to do next but also be flexible enough in your thinking that you can improvise if the situation chances. If you don't have this elasticity, you won't be a very successful predator.

Humans are very successful predators.

****

Greg bent down low and spoke as quietly as he could to the worried Sefigan next to him. "I need you to stay as still as you can. I'm going to go around, and try and surprise the Gren guarding the exit."

The three Sefigans, caught between wanting to obey Greg and staying silent but also trying to communicate that they thought it was suicide to do so started shaking.

"No, no, it'll be fine. I've been watching him. He's not really paying attention." Greg stood silently and put one finger to his lips, then smiled.

Moving much quieter than one would think given his mass, Greg crept away, hunched down just a little to keep motion out of the tops of the bushes they used to hide. The Sefigans watched in horrified fascination as Greg would take a few steps and then freeze, not even breathing while he watched the Gren.

As he walked, he made no noise at all over the soft sand, his feet finding purchase slowly. The Sefigans, a small furry prey species from a rocky mountainous world felt very old fears from the most early parts of their brains while watching him hunt the Gren.

The Gren guard was panning slowly as he guarded the exit, his fur flat, his eyes dull and his mouthparts drooping. If one knew a bit about Gren physiology one could easily see that he was bored and tired. His shift wasn't due to end for another 3 demi-cycles and nothing usually ever happened on this exit.

When Greg was no more than 2 meters away, he reached down and picked up a stone, no larger than a comm badge. He raised his arm and in one silent fluid motion, tossed the stone high and far over his head, to hide its origin. It clattered against the wall on the far side of the pen, opposite to where Greg was standing. The noise and motion caught the Gren's eye and his whole body swung over to where the stone landed.

His back was turned to Greg.

Greg bent his legs low building energy and took two steps and lept onto the Gren's back. His higher mass bowled the taller but much lighter Gren over and the Gren's head hit the stone with a hollow thwack.

Greg jumped up off the Gren and checked him quickly. He was dead. Trotting quickly over to where the Sefigans were still hiding he motioned for them to follow.

Still terrified, they followed this... ambush predator they were scared of and by the time they reached him, he had gotten the comm out of the Gren's pack and was fiddling with a ring that had complicated studs all around it, fitting them against the door until one clicked and the door hissed open.

Minutes later they were all running across the desert to the canal below where they had hoped to cling to the side of a barge and float to the spaceport.

"Human Greg! Human Greg!" The smallest Sefigan called as they jogged down the sandy hill towards the canal.

"What is it Li? Can it wait?"

"That was amazing! I've never seen a human hunt before! Is that how they all do it?"

"Not really? Humans developed as persistence hunters, not ambush hunters, but as you well know, skills can be taught."

"Persistence hunter?"

"Yeah, my ancestors would pick an animal out of a herd and run after it. As long as we didn't overexert ourselves we could just... run until it died."

The three Sefigans looked at each other as they jogged. Greg wasn't breathing heavily as they went towards the canal, but all three of them were nearly at their limit and would need a long time to rest when they were safe.

"Human Greg, you scare us." The tallest Sefigan looked back at the holding compound and then back at Greg. "But, not as much as we were scared of what the Gren would have done to us."

Greg smiled showing his wide, large, white teeth. "In this world, sometimes you need to be scary." He looked at the canal. "Come on, the water isn't too cold, let's get in and swim towards that barge. It's not too far."