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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Scandal Ch. 6 - Loki x Reader

Summary: In that most crucial moment, how will Loki decide? If he doesn’t take this last chance your husband will be beyond redemption.

Warnings: Violence, Death, Mentions of Torture (just the same amount as in the original movie)

Words: ~1300 sorry it’s so short

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“You have your mother’s eyes...”

Even in the face of destruction, Loki could not avert his gaze from the little being in his arm. It had been way too long since that fateful night - and this time, your husband wanted to imprint every little detail of his son’s face into his heart.

“Liam...” his name was a sacret prayer on his lips, “Yes, she chose your name well. You will grow to be the strong warrior that protects our new kingdom.”

The baby took a hold of his father’s finger, making him gasp in awe and adoration - this was everything he had wished for. “How could I ever doubt my love for you?”

Loki took firm steps onto the balcony of the Stark Tower, as if the death and destruction he caused was not still happening, right there under his feet.

Countless screams and cries were unsucessfully dringing to his ear, yet not his mind as he invested himself with what he thought most important.

“Your mother and you will have everything you need and more” he cooed confidently, gesturing towards the flames igniting the city. “Out of the ashes, I will create a new kingdom. I promise to make our wildest dreams become reality, to care for and protect you for all eternity!”

"Don’t fucking touch my child with your filthy hands!” Startled by the familiar voice, Loki finally managed to look up from his son’s face. “Take your hands off of him!”

“Oh, my...” he uttered, his trademark grin decorating his face. Just a small bit of magic was needed for him to teleport Liam a safe distance away, holding the sceptre in his hand now. “What a foul mouth you developed, my love. You sure have stayed on Midgard far too long.”

You had only awoken mere seconds ago, broken by the dramatic scene unfolding right in front of your very eyes, with your husband blissfully unaware of those consequences of the atrocities he was committing.

And if only you knew that he had stabbed Thor out of jealousy for taking his place, just before throwing him down the tower...

“Look around you, Loki!” Even though your tone was full of anger, you never stopped believing that your husband could still have a change of heart. “Wake up from that unjust dream! This is madness!”

You grabbed his shoulders, shaking him ever so slightly. “Please, can’t you see how the people are suffering? Is this a world in which you want Liam to grow up in?”

“Why can’t at least you understand me?!” your husband now shoutet at you, and you would never get used to seeing him like this. “Together, we can make a better, greater world! Where no one has to go through the same misfortune that we had to! These sacrifices are necessary!”

However, just as he was voicing his reasons, a sole tear escaped his eye - and when he blinked, that same shady blue was shining in his irises.

“Snap out of it, Loki! I beg of you!” Frantically, your lips found his, hoping for your healing aura to reach through to him. “Do it for us, your family!”

“If you fail, there will be no realm, no barren moon or crevice where he can’t find you.” Just when Loki was about to win the battle he was fighting inside of his heart, the words of Thanos and his cruel torturer shot through his mind like a painful lightning stike. “You think you know pain, Odinson? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain...everyone you love will die right in front of your eyes, in the most gruesome deaths imagineable - starting with that woman and her child!”

“I-I cannot stop, Y/N!” His voice was shaking, struggling internally if he could really doom so many people just to know you safe. “I want- no, need to do this, for Liam and you!”

“That’s just your fear speaking, Loki! Your mind is betraying you!” You clung onto him for dear life, trying to make him understand. “Whoever did those unspeakable things to you so you’d work for him, we can beat him! Together!”

“It’s not that easy!”

“Can’t you for one damn time trust me?!?” Every syllable of that sentence hit his heart like daggers “I do, Y/N, but-”

“No!” Never before, no matter how sad or frustrated you were with him, you had raised your voice - but now you were practically screaming on the top of your lungs. “If this is your final decision, then do it: Take me under your spell. Because I couldn’t live with myself if I’d allow this to happen.”

You grabbed the handle of the staff, pressing your chest against it’s tip. “The Avengers will defeat you, and take care of my child. At least them I can trust!”

“And this is where she is right.” The voice was Tony, god knows just how long he was listening to that scene from behind the bar. The Hulk had appeared outside of the building as well, while the other Avengers were still busy evacuating the civilians.

“Y/N, I would never...” Loki completely ignored the threat at hand, still devastated by your declaration. “Be sure of my unconditional love, at least!”

“He’s slipping!” you yelled towards the team, waving for them to come over. “Loki is only doing this due to the Tesseract manipulating him! We need to destroy it!”

“Easier said than done, sweety” Iron Man scoffed, “It’s leading this army towards humanity. We’ve been onto it this whole time.”

“Enough!” Loki threatened, baring his teeth! “We are gods! No one talks to my wife like that! And I will not be bullied by-”

At long last, the Hulk interrupted the Trickster God’s speech through sheer violence, and you could only cover your eyes at the sight of your husband being thrown around like a ragdoll without him making an attempt to fight back.

“Stop!” You screeched, sobbing as you ran towards the beast. “Please, he’s willingly getting beaten up! We yield, so stop!”

You fell onto your knees, gently putting your wheezing husband’s head onto your lap as you tried to tend to his wounds. “It’s over, Loki.”

“Ha...” he laughed weakly, “I knew you still cared for me.”

“Of course, you insufferable fool!” Tears of yours dripped down your chin onto his face, and you placed a forgiving kiss on his forehead. “Welcome back, my love.”

“The...the device-” you wanted him to spare his strenght, but he insisted that it was important. "All this time, I don’t know what happened, but- it was like being in trance...yetw I managed to slip a subtle order to that scientist, Erik Selvic - to make it imperfect. The machine can be turned off or even destroyed. It’s not too late, go!”

“I won’t leave you alone!” With your whole essence, every fibre of your being, you would swear. “Never again! We won’t get separated, no matter what follows!”

While the other Avengers were assembling again, ready to stop the apocalypse, you held your husband tight. His mind was still messed up, like waking up after being in a dream-like state - but he would pull himself together and stay strong, for you.

Yet subconscious, he had always been present that whole time. "Everything I have done, I-I don’t know where to start. Someone like me doesn’t even have the right to apologize.”

“I think you have wallowed in your own pity long enough, am I not right, my love?” you scolded him harshly, yet still with a hopeful smile on your face.

Carefully helping him back up, Loki would collapse right into your welcoming arms once again. “Will it really turn out to be alright?”

“Yes. We will figure everything out, and then you will continue living - so you can apologize to me, Liam and everyone you have hurt every single day. Do you understand?”

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rainythefox · 3 years

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Nightfall (CH.16)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon Divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling upon dark secrets. She can’t call the law; Wesker is the law, and she can’t tell Chris. She is trapped…Claire/Wesker & Slight Chris/Jill (There’s Wesker & William Bromance too lol). Rated M for smut, language, violence, adult content.

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Okay, she knew her luck had taken a big dump recently, but this was ridiculous! If she thought the university job was difficult, she promptly changed her mind. That was a walk in the park compared to this. Claire stared at all the people. The exquisite party was happening at the ritzy Orient Restaurant on the second floor of the most luxurious hotel in the city, Central Hotel.

There had to be close to a hundred people here! The whole restaurant was closed to cater for the invitation-only event. Why did she even assume this “Christmas Party” was going to be just a group of rich, old dudes bragging all night? With how her luck has been, she should've known better!

Claire gaped at the man beside her who was unfortunately the closest thing she had to a friend at the moment. She recalled William’s little “briefing” on the drive over here.

“The party’s not gonna be that big. Just a simple “get in, get out”. You’ll be home in no time! Actually, you’ll probably be at Al’s home in no time!”

He was still rubbing his arm where she decked him.

“This is nothing like how you explained it!” she hissed.

But the mad scientist only half-heard her, his eyes lit up as though he was a kid about to enter his very first amusement park. Something in here was on his kill list because Claire overheard he wasn’t a stranger to parties, at least not to parties like this that could get him something he wanted.

William was actually quite handsome all cleaned up in his suit. Claire had grown accustomed to his usual disheveled appearance that made him attractive in his own way.

He grinned slyly. “Oh relax, sweetheart. You’ll be fine. Most of these people are total bores…losers just out trying to feel important. They got nothing on you!” He winked at her. “You know what to do, who to find. Ada’s on your earpiece and Al and I are here to watch your back. Don’t worry. Al _definitely _won’t let you out of his sight. Just…don’t distract him too much. I need him focused tonight.”

“Are you fu-”

“Erica!” William nearly squealed, waving both arms and abruptly abandoning her. “Is that gown designed by Broca’s aphasia? Because I’m speechless!”

Claire glared at the fickle bastard as he ditched her to join some other people standing around talking and drinking. She was on her own for now.

“Forget about him, Claire. Just focus on getting to Bennett. Best not drag this out longer than we have to and risk exposing ourselves,” Ada said on her earpiece.

“Okay,” she mumbled, and got into character, her natural Redfield bravado and assurance making it easy to stroll through the party like she owned the place.

It was a beautiful Asian restaurant. Most of the dark tables were accented with candles and glasses. The lounge-like chairs were colorful and comfy, and the tall ceilings gave way to soft LED string lights, oriental paintings and sectioned lattices. In warmer seasons, the same kind of setup could be seen on the massive balcony, but it was currently closed off.

She felt many eyes on her as she started her objective. But she only cared about one set of eyes as she discreetly scanned the place for them.

This many people here was both a blessing and a curse for her mission, and it could go either way real quick at any time. More people meant no room for mistakes, too many eyes. But on the other hand, this many people distracted amongst themselves could make it easy to get away with nearly anything.

Claire soon found the eyes she had been seeking, felt the familiar, pleasing burn on her skin they always caused. She traced them to an area with more people, where a grand, gold statue of Lord Yama sat. Directly in front of the god of death, Wesker was encircled by a small group, mostly beautiful women, and he charmed them effortlessly.

The younger Redfield had to keep herself from staring, also charmed by his chameleon smile, good looks, and striking black suit. Her nerves tingled from simmering blood. She couldn’t believe it. She was actually jealous?! Claire was angry with herself. How could she possibly feel anything of the sort over the man that was blackmailing her?

Besides...she knew Wesker well enough by now to know that it was all pretense. She was sickened and enthralled by how easily he could deceive and influence people. Ada was right. His calculating mind, his clever tongue, those were his deadliest weapons; not his hands, not his gun.

The statue of Yama was simply a backdrop to the true god of death in the room. His admirers probably had no clue and listened intently. The women batted their eyes, pushed out their chests, even the ones who had dates. And those men did nothing about it, perhaps too enthralled themselves or maybe it was the fact that Wesker had an uncanny ability to make most men around him submissive.

He may have looked like he was paying attention to them, his eyes concealed behind black shades, but Claire knew he was watching her. All of her. Every breath, every step, he was in complete tune. Something about that lit a fire in her belly so fierce, she trembled.

The jealousy she felt instantly crumbled. It didn’t matter if those women were rich or prettier or dressed in nicer dresses. They meant nothing to him. Not like she did.

And why was that, exactly?

Claire frowned, faltering mid-step, eyes still locked on Wesker across the room when she should've been moving on. She had some suspicions, if her gut and Ada and William were anything to go by.

More importantly, why do you care?

“Claire?! Earth to Claire, hello?”

“Huh?”

“You aren’t exactly being inconspicuous staying in one spot drooling over Albert.”

Claire’s face flushed and she briskly walked away with a huff. “I’m not drooling!”

The first place she needed to check for her target would be the bar. Typical. It was in the back of the restaurant, low-lit, a massive, semi-circled bar with a marble countertop up against an airbrushed wall depicting a dragon floating through the clouds.

“Whatever you say, hun.”

Claire bit her tongue, taking a deep breath. “I was just happy to see him chatting up other women. Less problems for me.”

Ada sighed. “Claire, fishing is beneath you. First, they aren’t his type. More importantly, Albert detests easy women.”

That wasn’t her intention. “I wasn’t-”

“Unfortunately and fortunately for you, you are his type and are as difficult as they come. I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but you’re as close to obsession as he’s going to get romantically.”

The only fortune she could come up with was that it was unlikely Wesker would kill her. But obsession through people with sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies like Wesker were never a good thing. Her life might be spared at the end of all this...but at what cost?

Claire briskly pushed that thought aside, something cold and heavy dropping in the pit of her stomach. She needed to focus on finding Bennett and getting this over with. That was her excuse. After all, she wasn’t ready to acknowledge that her own growing infatuation would likely veer her into her captor’s arms for good.

She looked around the bar area. There were all kinds of high-status people attending Bard’s Christmas party. Doctors, politicians, city officials, even Mayor Warren and Chief Irons were here.

She recognized Mueller from Raccoon University having a casual conversation with the man that had to be her target. A picture was never granted, but a detailed description allowed her to quickly analyze him. It had to be him. Tall, average build, auburn hair and an anchor beard. He chatted with Mueller with a drink in his hand.

Just as Claire stepped their way, a strong grip snatched her wrist. She was spun around, coming face-to-face with Nathaniel Bard. He looked fine since the anaphylaxis she put him through with the shrimp, but the creep wasn't happy one bit with her, still keeping a painful grip on her arm.

"I knew I'd see your face again, girl. What happened at the university is all your fault."

Claire glared at him. "You're gonna be hurting more if you don't let me go right now."

The music and all the guests chatting around them helped conceal her threat from eavesdropping ears but the Spencer Memorial doctor heard her clearly.

He considered challenging her, lips pursing, but soon let her go after his eyes scanned the numerous faces within the party. "I know you're working with those two bastards. You have no idea how much harm you’ve caused me and several of my colleagues. Lowery was a good man, understand? He had a family. And now I’m trapped doing those two psychos’ bidding.”

“Maybe you aren’t the only one who is trapped.”

“Well then there’s more to your pretty face, isn’t there? They wouldn’t risk it otherwise.”

Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Claire clenched a fist, as it took all of her willpower not to break his damn nose. She had a job to do here. If she caused a scene in the middle of this party, especially with the man hosting it, then she could kiss her freedom and potentially Chris’s life goodbye.

She did let him in on what he was narrowly missing out on by grabbing his hand and twisting it slightly, squeezing hard on a pressure point. Just enough to make it really hurt, just enough to get her point across while looking like she was just holding his hand to nearly everyone else. “If my life didn’t hinge on fulfilling this job, you’d be on the floor with a broken fucking face, do you understand me?”

“Damn, Claire. I like your style,” Ada chimed in.

The younger Redfield ignored her and smiled, showing the guests they were having a pleasant conversation. Bard hissed in pain, quickly nodding. Claire released him and he jerked his hand away, shaking it off with a grimace.

“Listen, I’ll make the job easy for you. Just...do what you need to do and get out of here. Take those assholes with you. And never show your face at one of my social events ever again.”

“I’d love to, but it’s not my call. But...I have a feeling you know exactly who you can talk to about that.”

Bard scowled, rubbing his injured hand. He muttered something under his breath and motioned her to follow him, heading towards Bennett and Mueller in the back of the bar. “C’mon, and follow my lead.”

“Ugh, he better not screw this up.”

Bard put on a welcoming smile once they reached Mueller and Bennett’s table. Mueller recognized her, but didn’t say anything. She barely got a moment’s glare from him before he flashed Bard a guarded look, as if asking “what are you up to now?” The two men stood and the doctor shook their hands.

“Mr. Bennett! I trust you are enjoying the party? What kind of host would I be if I was neglecting my honored guest?”

He looked to be in his thirties maybe. His smile was warm as he nodded. He noticed Claire nearly right away, and there was a definite reaction of some kind. Attraction, she guessed, immediate infatuation. Great…

“Oh yes,” he said in a European accent. “I am grateful to you and Greg’s hospitality. You’ve made being so far from home much more bearable.”

“Good, good! It’s a shame your business partner couldn’t join us this evening. But I’m sure he had his reasons. You two are busy men, after all!”

Bennett nodded, composed yet amiable. “That we are. I’m sorry, but I have to ask, who is this beautiful young lady you have with you?”

Bard didn’t skip a beat in his front, presenting her with a grin like she was a piece of treasure up for auction.

“I know, stunning right? This is Elza. She’s one of my...assistants.”

The European man held out his hand with a handsome, friendly smile. It could’ve fooled anyone, and it almost fooled her. But her gut constricted at the last moment, her first indication something wasn’t right about this guy.

He took her hand and kissed it softly. “It is my utmost pleasure, Miss Elza. I’m Stephan Bennett. Please, just call me Stephan.”

Claire put on the sweetest smile she could muster, batting her lashes. “The pleasure’s all mine, Stephan.”

He looked her over, and although he was an attractive man, it made her skin crawl.

“Has Greg taken you up to your suite yet?” Bard asked cordially. “I’ve left you a little treat as a thank you for choosing to stay the night in Raccoon City’s famous Central Hotel!”

Bennett ripped his eyes from Claire and shook his head at the host. “No, sir. I got the keycard to the room earlier, but wanted to check out the party before retreating for the night.” He presented a friendly, almost sheepish smile. “Honestly, I’m still a little messed up with the time zone changes. I didn’t think it would affect me this much.”

“That’s not a problem. My assistant and I will escort you up there. There’s a little bit of business I’d like to discuss with you anyway,” Bard replied.

“What about your party?”

“Eh, they’ll entertain themselves! Greg will take care of things while I’m gone. It won’t be but a few minutes.” Bennett glanced at Claire, expression unreadable, and Bard quickly added. “My assistant is completely trustworthy, don’t worry. She knows about our research.”

Bennett nodded, relieved. “Alright, lead the way, Nathaniel.”

Claire was uncertain what to do as Mueller shook hands with Bennett and bid them good night before heading for the bar. Her job was to stick a bug on the European businessman, probably so Wesker and William could track him straight to Aaron Roth. Leaving the party just tossed her whole plan into the garbage. This just got way riskier.

Nothing like winging a mission where my life’s literally at stake. What’s the worst that can happen?

“Great,” Ada whispered in her ear, not helping Claire’s gut feeling. “Wesker’s watching and listening through your piece. He says it’s fine. Just get that bug on Bennett without him knowing.”

Was that supposed to make her feel better that Wesker said it was fine? And how exactly was he able to do that anyway? That just made her earlier conversation with Ada a lot more awkward...

With a slight tick of her jaw, Claire composed herself with a friendly smile and followed the two men out of the restaurant and into the fancy, historical hotel.

They went to the lobby, a grand room with high ceilings, bright lights, and expensive carpet and decor. The elevator ride to the fifth floor seemed extra crowded, even though there were just three of them. Bard and Bennett chatted normally about their lives and careers. Claire didn’t like the frequent glances Bennett gave her. She waited for an opportunity, stayed vigilant with that inkling sprouting in her gut.

It got worse when Ada told her she lost visual on her from their location.

Wesker’s making you do this alone because he wants to see how you do, said a small voice in the back of her head. She didn’t have proof, but she wouldn’t put it past him.

She gave vague answers when Bennett asked her something, either curious and flirting or digging and deceiving. She wasn’t exactly sure.

Bennett scanned his card and held the door open to the big, two-bedroom suite. Bard strolled right on in but Claire hesitated, not wanting to put her back to these men. When she did, she felt his eyes all over her, and when he closed the door, he purposely brushed her to get by.

They stepped into the spacious living room first, accented with a bar and impressive kitchen. There was a home theater set up in the den, opposite a wall of glass that displayed downtown Raccoon City. Dark buildings silhouetted within soft glows of lights of all colors. Speckles of white rained down softly outside.

“You meant it when you said this suite had a view,” Bennett stated, drawn to the panorama.

Bard gave her a look, dipped his head in the direction of his “guest”, as if urging her to get her business done. Claire glared at him as he turned off to the bar instead.

“Yes, I did! And over here, something just for you, Mr. Bennett. Your favorite wine. All the way from home!”

“I don’t like this. Are you okay? Cough if you are.”

“How thoughtful of you, Dr. Bard. Thank you. You’ve gone out of your way to make me feel at home here.”

Claire didn’t like it either. She looked around, keeping up her appearance as she joined the men at the bar. She didn’t see any danger, but something like it was lurking about. Whatever it was, she was fine for now.

She coughed. “Oh, excuse me.”

Bennett watched her more than Bard, but she still couldn’t read his expression. Bard took the fancy bottle out of the container of ice. “Shall we have a glass while we talk?”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

That clicked an idea in her brain. Claire put a hand on Bard’s arm, mustering up the realest fake friendly smile she could handle, looking between the two men under thick lashes. “How about you gentlemen take a seat, get comfortable? Let me serve you.”

Bennett’s smile held something darker, but it was gone in a flash. Bard looked at her funny, but composed himself and slowly put the wine down on the counter. “Of course, Elza! You’re always the sweetest thing! Come, Stephan, over here.”

“What do you have planned, exactly?” Ada asked. “Ugh, I hate going by sound alone.”

Her cohorts had lied to her, she realized. William promised Wesker wouldn’t let her out of his sight and Ada said she would watch over her. Wesker didn’t say much to her before the party, but disclosed if she did what she was told, she would be fine. She was alone here and certainly felt something other than “fine” was coming her way.

The doctor and his guest went to the lounge chairs nearby, sitting across from each other. It was the perfect way for Claire to bug Bennett without him knowing. She opened the white wine and poured their glasses, giving them time to get settled in their seats and start talking. The more distracted they were, the better. It also gave her a moment to get the tiny tracking device ready.

The younger Redfield served Bennett first. She caressed her fingers up his arm, across his shoulder, stopped at the back of his neck, squeezing his collar gently. Her flirtatious smile was enough to distract him from Bard when she handed him his drink. She didn’t remain long, crossing to Bard and giving him his drink with the same smile, the same caress that made her skin crawl. She left them and returned to the bar, gathering up the wine bottle and ice bucket and placing them on the table in between the two men.

Claire eavesdropped on their conversation, but a lot of it made no sense to her. Big research, Sheena and Rockfort Island, Roth, Ashfords, prototypes, T-series. All similar topics that Wesker and William discussed and were involved with.

“You know, it’s strange how all of our business associates keep coming up dead or missing since we’ve been in town,” Bennett said after a long sip of his wine.

Bard grew quiet, confused, his fingers clenching around his wine glass. “What…do you mean?”

The European man looked at Claire, like he knew all of her secrets, not near as charming now. “You know what happened to them...don’t you, Miss Walker? Or should I call you Miss Redfield?”

Claire stiffened, nails digging into the chair arms. She dared not blink, glaring at him, keeping calm, but reeling underneath on how to react. He knew her name. Her _real _name.

Shit!

“Shit!” Ada echoed in her ear. “Claire, don’t do anything rash. Hang in there.”

It wasn’t as though she had much of a choice. She was on her own. Bard’s alarmed face told her everything. He was just as surprised as her, but would be too much of a coward to help her.

Claire took a deep breath. “I don’t know what happened to them.”

“I think Dr. Lowery would say otherwise.”

“How do you know my real name?”

The European businessman crossed one leg casually, swishing the wine in his glass, sharp eyes on her. “All it took was a little digging. You really shouldn’t use your mother’s maiden name as an alias, darling. Especially one as unique as hers.”

Cold steel bumped the back of her head. A gun.

Wesker had told her the same thing. Warned her.

She was careless to use it after not being prepared at the university. Now she was in real danger. The other wolves that Wesker claimed he was protecting her from had stalked her right into a corner. Then again, maybe he wasn’t expecting _this _pack. Or maybe he had and was ready to give her up as tribute for his own motives…

“Uh, Stephan, what’s going on, is t-this necessary?” Bard asked.

“Quiet, or you’ll have one to your head also.” Bennett motioned for Claire to stand. “My business partner, Aaron, would like to speak to you one-on-one, Miss Redfield. You have the time, right? You can help fill the gaps on what’s been happening to our dealings. We’re getting warm, but it seems as though everyone is too afraid to give us answers. Whoever you’re working for, we’ll cut you a nice deal if you expose them.”

Claire kept his gaze, defiant, silent. She had no choice but to comply. She had no weapons on her, no way to hide one in this dress. She slowly moved her hands down to her sides, preparing to push herself up, and felt it. The cold, metal coil of a corkscrew. She forgot she had brought it with her while serving the drinks.

Snatching it up between her fingers, she stood. The man who had the gun to her head pulled her out away from the chair. Bennett rose from his seat, finishing his drink and setting the empty glass down.

Bard shot up as well, looking between Claire and his guest, panicking. “Wh-What are you doing?”

There were two other men in suits now. They must’ve been hiding in the suite this whole time. Although they didn’t have weapons drawn, they were probably packing like the one behind her.

“Nathaniel, lying to me that she is your assistant? After what happened to Simon, I’m shocked. Someone’s got you cowering and afraid, just like Greg. Just like our friend the Police Chief.”

“I-It’s n-not what you think.”

Bennett nodded to the other men. They grabbed Bard by the arms, containing him. The European man pulled a gun equipped with a silencer from his suit jacket.

The doctor fought his captors. “Wait! No!”

Claire stabbed the man behind her in the groin with the corkscrew. He cried out as she spun, disarming him and shoving him away where he tumbled to the floor. She grabbed the bottle of wine and threw it at Bennett’s head just as he switched his gun on her. The bottle shattered on his face.

She didn’t get far with running. Not in that dress, not in those heels, before she was snatched by his men. A bash above her temple instantly made the world spin. Still, she fought, as weak as she suddenly felt.

Bennett was soaked, his face earning a few gashes from broken glass, blood mixing with golden-colored wine. He cursed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He grabbed her neck, squeezing hard.

“You little bitch! You’re lucky Aaron wants to speak with you, or you’d be dead!”

That’s when his arm snapped. Like a twig. He screamed. Claire, her vision still hazy from the blow to her head, realized he was attacked. His men were attacked; she was let go. A few blinks and she saw Wesker using some sort of martial arts to swiftly dispose of them. Not Bennett though. He raced away to his escape while holding his limp arm that flopped uselessly as he ran.

The STARS Captain had killed the other three. In seconds. With his hands. He paused, looking to the door where Bennett had fled, as if deciding whether to pursue him. He was over it in seconds though, grabbing her and pulling her to him. Not as rough as she had expected, but gentle wasn’t really in his nature.

“Hold still,” he commanded. She felt his hand on her head. He must’ve been examining the clout she had received. “Are you alright?”

There was some blood on his hand when he withdrew it, and she felt it trickling in her hair. It must’ve been just a small cut, otherwise it would’ve been all over her face by now.

“Yeah,” she said. And she was. It had only made her light-headed for a minute or so.

The nearby chair squeaked as it scooted on the carpet, and a muffled curse came from the other side. Wesker finally looked away from her, jaw clenching. He marched over to the furniture and kicked it. The chair crashed and skidded several feet away. Wesker seized Bard by the collar and picked him up, slamming him into the nearby bar counter. The sound his body made hitting the granite countertop made her flinch, and Bard’s yelp confirmed it.

“Wesker, wait, please! I d-didn’t know! I didn’t! I swear! He was gonna kill me too!”

“He was,” Claire confirmed.

She had no idea why she defended the asshole, especially when he didn’t offer her any help before. But she could tell he was telling the truth. Wesker paused, but didn’t look at her, probably contemplating what to do with the doctor as he shuddered in his hands.

“Consider your...contract extended indefinitely,” Wesker growled, and shoved him over the other side of the bar. He put a couple fingers up to his ear, the same hidden piece she had. “Ada, William, we’re finished here. Ada, track Bennett. William, tell Irons he has a mess to clean up with Bard and Mueller.”

Bard got to his feet, shaken, his surprised eyes finding hers. The younger Redfield glared at him, a silent message he understood. She had spared him a cruel fate from the Devil. But she wouldn’t do it again.

She returned her gaze to the three bodies around her feet. The one she stabbed with the corkscrew had a snapped neck. The other two looked as though they had suddenly dropped dead, nothing to attribute to the hands of the STARS Captain. But she had seen it with her own eyes. And although it shouldn’t have, it lit a fierce fire in her lower belly, spreading when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards the door.

The flames were fanned when he whispered in her ear, his hand squeezing her hip. “You did exceptionally well, dear heart. You make me proud.”

When Ada told her Wesker would want to take her home after seeing her in her dress, she had denied wanting him to, denied she wanted to go home with him willingly. But after what she saw, how he held her close to him like she was his, and his alone, how his breath upon her ear titillated her, made her receptive to him only, she could no longer deny it.

Claire wouldn’t be able to stand the drive there. She wanted him. Wanted him to take her. She was a liar; it wasn’t just a one-time fling or a mistake. It was going to happen again. And she wanted it to, and would do nothing to stop it.

#resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil fanfic #clairexwesker #claire x wesker #Claire Redfield #Albert Wesker #chris x jill #ChrisxJill #Chris Redfield #Jill Valentine #William Birkin #sherry birkin #Annette Birkin #Ada Wong #fanfiction #fanfic #AO3 fanfic

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Same Difference, ch.05

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

AO3 | Fanfic

The door opened and she saw what looked like a control room with a window that overlooked what seemed like a training arena. The walls and floors of the arena were much rougher than the pristine surfaces of the lab. Whatever had happened in there prior had been overhauled multiple times over.

I wonder just how much he lets loose in here… and on who?

Snapping her out of her daydream, Overhaul began,” You’ve seen my—”

“No, I haven’t.” She cut him off, knowing he was eager to see her use it first. “I may have read reports and seen photos, but I haven’t actually seen you use it. So…” she motioned her hand for him to begin.

He scanned her for a moment before indulging her, “Alright, what would you like to see?”

“Just do whatever you were trying to do to me in the back of the car, hm?” she smiled but the emotion didn’t reach her eyes.

He narrowed his gaze at her, seemingly amused. He went to a place on the wall, looking between Nanami and it comparatively before removing his glove. He pressed his bare hand to the wall, taking a chunk out of it to create a golem-like figure of her. It didn’t have much detail specific to her, but it had arms, legs, and a head. He removed the other glove slowly placing both hands on either arm of the golem. Within a second both arms were gone, now particles floating in the air. Within the next second, they were back, formed exactly the same as before. It was odd seeing it used on stone walls when all the reports spoke of flesh and bone. Though she’d never wish anyone to be a test subject, it was a little underwhelming seeing it this way.

Overhaul must have seen the thoughts across her face as he paused before calmly rolling up his sleeve. She could see him tense for a split second before his arm was disassembled then reassembled in the same breath.

As terrifying as it was to see him dismember himself so easily, she was also professionally (and morbidly) intrigued. How much detail would one have to know and actively apply in order to disassemble and completely reassemble something as complex as a limb in that short a time span? It was as fascinating as it was terrifying.

“Now,” He began, rousing her from her thoughts, “I’d like to see something from you. What exactly did you do to me in the car?”

“Oh… that? That was um...” suddenly she was embarrassed, feeling her cheeks warm as she remembered the moment and her very ill-timed thoughts. “It was nothing.”

“It didn’t feel like nothing. Explain.”

“Well, I call it Reverb—not the most interesting name, I know—but it’s basically…” his eyes narrowed as she hesitated to answer.

“Out with it.” He said, getting impatient.

“I... tickled you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s really a harmless move.”

“Harmless?” He said with more incredulity.

“Ok, so your ego was a little bruised, but your cells should have recovered just fine. How are your abdominals and obliques doing?” She asked sincerely this time, hoping he wouldn’t think she was trying to tease him further.

Sighing, but still quite irritated, he replied, “They’re fine. What exactly did you do to produce that... ‘tickling’ feeling?”

He’s definitely pissed…

“I guess another firsthand demonstration would be out of the question, so here” she replied as she approached the wall, placing both hands on it carefully. She turned to see if he was watching her and though he was obviously still irritated, his eyes were tracking her every move. Nanami focused, replicating what she had done on him days before. Small pieces of the wall began to undulate, disassembling and reassembling in the same instant making the wall seem as though it was rolling. She stopped and the wall continued to reverberate the movements she had started as she explained in detail what was happening.

“… I see.” He spoke affirmatively as though he was mildly impressed, his eyes now trained on the wall. She had to admit a certain sense of pride welled up in her at the thought of impressing him in some way. It was difficult not to imagine having some kind of connection when you know you share such an intimate part of yourself with another person… Even if they are a bit more morally ambiguous than I’m used to…. Nanami admitted to herself.

“How else do you utilize my qui— I mean overhaul?” He queried.

The correction was small, but she was appreciative nonetheless. Thinking in earnest how to answer the question, she began,“ Well, it’s nothing special since I don’t use it on as large a scale as you, quite the opposite, really.” He gave her a look encouraging her to elaborate. “I prefer to use traditional methods in my line of work, but if the situation calls for it, I can also use it to create and remove clots.”

“You mean causing a pulmonary embolism?”

“NO. My gosh, no for the exact opposite reason. Everything train goes straight to Murder Town™ with you, huh?” exasperated Nanami before she continued, “If reaching the artery is too invasive, I can break it down through a small incision in the skin preventing fun things like what you mentioned. Besides healing, I usually only use it for self-defense and smaller transformations. I… don’t use it very often.” At this Overhaul noticed what sounded like shame in her voice. She’d been told throughout her childhood she was a freak after the incident as she’d refer to it. Even now, it felt like a sore subject. He knew he’d be able to coax the story out of her, but it wouldn’t be tonight.

“Then tell me, how were you able to negate my attack in the car?”

“That I can’t tell you.” She replied simply.

He shifted his weight, folding his arms, “If we’re going to make this research count, we’ll have to cooperate. Don’t you want to see how far this power can be taken?” He coaxed.

“One, I don’t have a particular lust for power, so that ~thing~ you’re doing with your eyes won’t work on me. And two, even if it did, I couldn’t tell you. Not just because I find the idea of you being able to nullify a quirk to be… unsettling. But because I literally don’t know how I did it either. It just happened.”

He searched her features for signs of deception but found nothing. “Then it looks like we’ll have to get to the bottom of that as well. “ He moved suddenly towards her and she braced herself, but he continued to walk past her and back into the lab.

It looks like we’re playing the long game then… Nanami noted inwardly. He could have tried testing her again physically, but hadn’t. It was an intentional show of restraint to get her to let her guard down. She wasn’t naïve enough to think it was just out of some newfound comradery, but she also wasn’t 100% sure it was some malicious power play. Manipulation was something she assumed he’d employ but seeing it in action was a different story. He’s good at this.

She followed him after a beat into the lab to see him writing notes down on the white board.

“Now that we’ve demonstrated what we know to be physically true, we can begin crafting a hypothesis and concrete testing procedures, a.k.a. the fun part.” He said after hearing her enter the room. He finished the observations he was writing and sat down at the workbench, motioning for her to sit across from him. “Let’s compare notes, shall we?”

She sat down and began looking through the file of her he’d created as well as some hypothesis he’d come up with. It was odd reading such a detailed report about herself and even more so imagining how he’d gotten the information so quickly, but she was relieved to see there wasn’t a mention of the incident. Brushing the obvious invasion of privacy aside, she was grateful to see that even though quirks were a virus to him, his assessment of why they shared the quirk was very similar to hers: genetic mutation.

Closing the folder on the table, Nanami began “It looks like agree on the premise of this experiment. Now we can—”

“Not entirely.” He cut in.

“Please, don’t say it…” Nanami sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“But it has to be said. We can acknowledge quirks as a genetic mutation while also acknowledging the origin of that mutation was a virus.”

“That’s just… no. Sure viruses can be ‘passed down’ in the sense that their genetic leftovers might show up in offspring, but that doesn’t mean that’s what quirks are. They’re much too drastic of a change to just be caused by a virus. No other virus behaves that way.”

“Until recent history, quirks were not normal. They are an anomaly so it’s no stretch of the imagination to say that the virus that created them would also be an anomaly. You’re being close-minded about this, and it will hinder the process.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m being close-minded? This coming from the guy who won’t accept the consensus of thousands of scientists. If I’m close-minded, you’re downright obtuse!” She retorted.

The argument went on for the next 15-20 minutes, both of them behaving much like children in the eyes of Kurono who had returned 10 minutes ago, but decided it was best to wait outside until they’d finished whatever spat they were having. Now silent, they were both standing, leaning over the table and glaring at each other. Suddenly, Nanami saw an epiphany flash across Overhaul’s face and consequently a look of annoyance came across hers.

“Let’s make a bet.”

“No way.” She responded immediately, but judging by the look in his eyes, he had already made plans to change her answer.

“You haven’t even heard the terms. “

“Knowing what I know about you, I don’t think I want to...”

He continued as though he’d already won, “If your hypothesis is correct, you may ask one favor of me. Anything you want.”

“And if you win? What fresh hell will I be in then?”

“I get the same; nothing more, nothing less. Any favor I ask, you have to grant it.”

“There is literally zero reason for me to indulge in this.”

“That sounds like something a loser would say.”

Brows raised in disbelief Nanami retorted, “Are you... trying to goad me?”

“Is it working?” He replied smoothly, knowing the answer.

“… You’re on.” She knew she’d regret letting her pride get the best of her, but she also knew she’d win. Nothing wrong with a casual, life-altering bet every now and again. She reassured herself.

“Perfect. We’ll begin blood sampling and testing during your next visit. In the meantime, I’ll be thinking of a fitting favor as my prize.”

“As if you haven’t already decided…” Nanami said under her breath. When she looked back at his face, she caught a glint of pure mischief in his eyes.

Yup, definitely going to regret this.

#enjoy your terrible decision ma'am #overhaul fanfiction #overhaul #overhaul x oc #bnha #mha #fanfic #ao3 fic #mha overhaul #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #mha chisaki #same difference #mha oc #mha fanfic

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Oblitus Ch.25

Sugar Pie Honey Bunch

42 days left until Extermination...

"Hello, Charlotte," Charlie's ex boyfriend said, as he stood in front of the group as they walked inside the hotel's lobby.

"S-Seviathian?" Charlie questioned still in shock to see him. "Why are you here?"

Seviathan advanced closer only to be stopped by Vaggie, who continued pointing her spear at him. "I saw the radio demon's little show, as did everybody." He answered. "You're still doing this ridiculous redemption nonsense?"

Charlie frowned, looking at him. "It's not nonsense! I believe that it can really happen!" and pointed at Niffty. "She proves it!"

"One sinner is not enough to prove anything,"

"Well, how about these two!?" The princess gestured towards Angel and Husk. "They're still a work in progress but they're getting there! Pretty soon they'll be redeemed like Niffty!" Seviathan laughed.

"I see that you haven't changed a bit," Charlie said with arms crossed. "You're still the same egotistical, pompous jerk!"

Seviathan stopped as he tried to catch his breath. He smiled. "And your still the same sweet, naive, daddy's little apple," However, the prince paused for a moment, thinking about something then he looked back towards Charlie. "Charlie, please, come back to me. I'm sorry-"

"Don't!" Charlie immediately cut the prince off. She glared as she narrowed her eyes at Seviathian. "You made it perfectly clear that you never wanted to be with me." She hissed. "Even your sister said so and she doesn't even like me. Besides, I'm already with someone." Her eyes began to grow into slits, growling. "Now, I want you to leave." Seviathan down and picked up the bouquet of flowers holding it out towards her.

"At the very least think it over-" Charlie grabbed them from him and was now pushing the prince out of the lobby then shoved him out the door.

"It's over, Seviathan." She replied then slammed the door hard right in his face.

40 days left until Extermination...

Two days have passed since the incident with Niffy's and Charlie's ex. In the bathroom, Anna was standing in front of the mirror brushing her teeth. However, a strange pain made her stop. She looked into the mirror and opened her mouth only for a tooth to fall out as it landed into the sink. Her eyes widened in shock as she covered her mouth then looked back into the mirror. In place of one of her tooth was a sharp razor like tooth like most demons she had seen. Great, now she's losing her teeth! What more is she going to lose?!

Anna sighed and walked out of the bathroom heading down to the lobby seeing Charlie and Vaggie. Maybe it was just her imagination, but Anna had noticed that Charlie has been acting strangely, well stranger than normally.

"Uh, hun? I thought you were going to throw those flowers away?" Vaggie asked. Right in the lobby, there was the bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase that was placed on a stand.

"Well, I thought they would help liven up the room a little!" Charlie explained. She had a strange look in her eyes. "It was very thoughtful of Seviathan to do. I'll have to thank him later. Better yet, I'll call him now, and met him in person!"

Soon after, Alastor, Baxter and Niffty walked over towards the group.

"How's it going ladies!" Alastor greeted them.

"Okay, I guess?" Anna answered unsure.

"What do you mean?" Niffty asked.

Anna glanced over at the princess seeing her now humming as Veggie tried to talk to her to get her attention, but it wasn't working. Anna whispered gesturing over to the princess.

"Charlie's freaking me out. She's acting weird, well weirder than she usually is! She's ignoring Vaggie!"

Niffty, Baxter and Alastor looked over to the two, confirming what Anna had just told them. Baxter walked over to the the two

"Uh, may I see those flowers?" He asked. Charlie smiled taking the bouquet out showing it to the scientist.

"I'd love to! Don't you think it was very sweet of Seviathan to do?!" Baxter carefully looked at the flowers, examining them.

"These roses are laced with an aphrodisiac." He replied.

"What?!" Everyone exclaimed.

"It defiantly explains why she is acting like this." Alastor replied, laughing, a little amused.

"This isn't funny!" the moth demon shouted angrily

"She must have inhaled some of it." Baxter answered.

"Well, can't you come up with an antidote?!" Vaggie shouted.

"I can but it'll take some time. In the meantime, keep her locked up in her room, for everyone's safety." Baxter replied.

"I'll take her to her room." Alastor said.

"I'm coming too."

"Oh, Vagatha, do you trust me so little?" Alastor teased, batting his eyes over-dramatically.

"Yes," Vaggie replied.

As the two carried Charlie up to her room, the princess started to get a little handsy with Alastor, much to his displeasure. As she hate to admit it, Vaggie was enjoying the show, watching the two, especially seeing Alastor trying to keep the princess hands from touching him. As he plopped her on the bed, Charlie was trying to pull on the belt of Alastor's pants trying to get it off. Alastor pushed them away. Veggie laughed. Alastor turned to her with a strained grin on his face.

"Well, I'm glad your enjoying the show. How about a little help if don't mind?!"

"OOh, Alastor.~"

The two tensed as they heard Charlie moaned and turned back to see Charlie began to slowly strip out of of her clothes revealing a black laced bra and underwear. Alastor stood in place with a frozen smile on his face. Vaggie was now laughing on the floor while she gripped the frame of the door.

"That's it! I'm out!" Alastor shouted, quickly running out of the room.

"Okay, I'll watch over her until Baxter comes up with an antidote." Vaggie called out.

Soon after, the scientist had managed to make the antidote and gave it to Charlie. As it began to take effect, everyone gathered around, waiting.

Charlie blinked, confused, looking around. "What happened?"

"Your ex basically gave you an lust induced bouquet trying to make you fall back in love with him." Anna explained.

Charlie blinked in shock trying to process what she had heard. She couldn't believe that her ex would stoop this low. "Not cool."

"Well, at least we got it fixed before you did any serious damage," Baxter said.

Vaggie laughed. "Yeah, like trying to have sex with the radio demon." Anna's eyes widen while Alastor narrowed his eyes and glared dangerously at the moth demon.

Charlie eyes widened looking horrified at Alastor. "I did what?!" She exclaimed. "Al, I'm so sorry! You know that I would never to anything like that, especially touch you without your permission!"

"Just keep six feet away from me." Alastor replied.

In Lucifer's office, the fallen angel was sitting up in the bed as he began to straighten his shirt and was now fixing his tie. Lilith was lying beside him. He turned to her with a lustful look in his eyes while she did the same. Lilith stretched getting more comfortable as the sheets fell off her revealing herself. She rolled and laid on her side.

"Luci, last night, you were...unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon, you frightened me." She smiled seductively. "Do it again." Lucifer wanted so much to take of his clothes and pounce on the bed and take her again, right then and there, his phone ringed.

"I'd love to, but, duty calls." He replied. He opened his phone thinking that it was one of his business partners only to see a photo of Niffty that Charlie had sent to him with the rest above it saying in big hold letters and rainbow colors "IT WORKS! WE DID IT!"

Lucifer frowned. This was not good, not good at all. Lilith leaned over him resting her chin on his shoulder.

"It that from Charlotte?" She asked as she smiled.

"Yes, apparently her silly redemption plan worked. One of her clients has redeemed themselves."

"That's...wonderful? But, you don't look happy." Lilith answered seeing her husband's frown. "Our daughter's finally found her place and following her dreams."

"Of course I'm not! She's meddling in things she shouldn't! It's a matter of time before HE finds out, if he hadn't already! Then we're all going to be in great danger!" Then Anna appeared in the fallen angel's mind as he grew angrier. This was all her fault!

Lucifer began to leave.

"Where are you going, darling?" Lilith called out.

"I'm going to handle this. Just get some rest."

"Okay, just don't do anything drastic." Lilith replied.

Not too far off in the city, there was a big office building that said I.M.P. Inside were three imps, two males and one female, and a girl hellhound who was messing and scrolling through her phone.

An imp with with long curved horns, called Blitzo, saw a white limo pull into the parking lot, parking it, and Lucifer stepped out.

"Holy shit! It's the king!" He exclaimed. "Everyone don't fuck this up!"

"The king?" the imp with hair, known as Moxie, pondered, confused. "Why is he here?"

"Who fucking cares?" The hellhound, who was called loona, answered still looking at her phone, leaning back in the chair.

"Hello boys!" Lucifer called out walking into the office.

"What brings you I.M.P.?" The imp known as Millie, asked.

"I have a job for you guys. I would like to hire your services," Lucifer said.

Blitzo slammed his hands on the desk. "Done!" He shouted. "So who's the loser that we have to kill?"

Lucifer pulled out a photo of Anna in his coat pocket showing it to them. "This one, here," he said. "She is staying at my daughter's hotel."

"I hate to break to ya. But, we only kill living clients from the living world, not some random sinner." Blitzo answered.

Lucifer laughed. "That is where you are wrong. She is still alive."

"What?" All four exclaimed.

"Are you kidding me? That bitch won't last five seconds!" Blitzo declared.

Lucifer made a wicked smile. "So, i assume that we have an agreement, hmm?"

"It's a done deal!" Blitzo answered shaking the king's hand. "Now about our payment?"

"Here you go," Lucifer dropped a wad of cash into the imp's hands. "You'll get the other half once you finished the job. "

#hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #vaggie #fanfiction #helluva boss

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afanoftheglassscientists · 5 years

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The Glass Scientists Sunday Predictions - Taylor Swift Songs & Mom Friends

What’s in the cloche cover Sabrina!?

“Look What You Made Me Do” Jekyll Predictions

So since I’m warming myself back into Glass Scientist Mode this’ll be a pretty short one, but I’m going to say something about “Look What You Made Me Do” Jekyll that I didn’t say last time because I was in a salty mood: that’s not Hyde. Everyone probably already conjectured about this to death, but here I am three hours late to the party with store-bought cupcakes from the discount aisle to say that Hyde wasn’t present during that confrontation at all. It was all about Jekyll’s feelings. Hyde himself is still on that Frankenstan train, so I always found it strange for it to be Hyde to confront Frankie, and lo and behold, it wasn’t.

So here’s what I think “Look What You Made Me Do” Jekyll (no I am not shortening that because the name is perfect do not interact) ultimately is: he’s a byproduct of the frustrations and problems Jekyll still faces after he took to the green stuff (not that green stuff the other green stuff) two years ago. Turns out pushing all of your “bad” parts into a new persona (Hyde) still leaves things behind. “Look What You Made Me Do” is what’s left behind. It’s Jekyll who’s desperate to maintain his reputation and conserve what he feels to be his Society, who doesn’t take kindly to complications like Frankenstein who question the use of reputation, which Jekyll spent so much effort in keeping.

Which leaves me to wonder: What would Red-Eyed Hyde act like then? Probably what Hyde took with him when he split with Jekyll: the reason behind his resentment toward Lanyon. I said it once and I’ll say it again: Hyde acts like the bitter ex-boyfriend who totally doesn’t care about his ex because he’s totes a loser anyway. To show how truly bitter he is with Lanyon would be admitting to still thinking about their past together, and Hyde doesn’t do well with thinking about stuff like “fond memories” and “regret.” But here’s the more important question: What song would Red-Eyed Hyde have!? Leave it in the comments folks...or replies I guess.

Anyway, Rachel doesn’t have Hyde to be a Mom Friend with, so it looks like she’s turning into the Mom Friend toward Jasper. Jasper has a worryingly growing collection of Mom Friends in his wake. He has the aura that attracts Mom Friends to him I guess. Or maybe its that everyone slowly turns into Mom Friends due to his presence. Its...the chicken or the egg argument...but with Mom Friends.

...Okay now tell me what’s in the cloche!?

Tomorrow’s Page Predictions (Ch. 8, Pg. 16)

What is Rachel Giving Jasper so He Can Befriend the Lodgers? And Will Jasper Eat It Before He Reaches the Lodgers?

Scones - A classic. He will stress stuff them in his mouth like a squirrel. Rachel will be like, “Jasper open your mouth,” and out comes a treasure trove of scones. At least the Lodgers might be impressed by the amount he can stuff in his mouth.

Coffee - Ah, the science drink. Rachel may have to carry it. Love Jasper, do not trust him to handle delicate objects in the face of socializing. Jasper downs coffee but doesn’t like it black. Its like me with espresso shots. I don’t like them...but then I buy it by mistake and don’t want to bother the waitress with it...and then I drink it in one gulp...and then I can’t blink.

Tea - Very English, Very Victorian, Very Fire Emblem Three Houses Oh My Gosh I Love This Game Wait No Stay in Glass Scientists Mode of Rachel. I don’t know if Jekyll has taught him Teatime Etiquette yet but if he has tea we’ll find out!

Victorian Pastries - Tarts, Tartlets (which are like tiny cakes but except instead of cakes its tarts) Talmouses (which is a kind a pastry bread with filling in it) Buns, Custards, Merlitons, and I should not have looks up Victorian pastries I’m so hungry right now. If Jasper eats them all he’s going to get so, so very sick do not give dogs or Werewolf Scientists pastries and now Jekyll has two patients. On the one hand Jekyll is very concerned about Jekyll’s eating habits but on the other hand oh good another excuse to hang with Jasper and keep the nightmares away and not think about what he just did to provoke Frankenstein.

Meat Dishes - Doesn’t matter if its stewed, fillet, minced, curried or a porterhouse steak it will be gone the moment Rachel removes the lid. She probably should have thought that one through.

Alcohol - Bold Move. Jasper could probably down it, but I like to believe he is a responsible drinker who’s content with two glasses at best.

Wait NOT FOOD!? - What is it then!? Nice napkins!? Commemorative shirts? I have no idea what it is if not food.

That’s all I can think of now. Til’ next time.

#tgs #the glass scientists #tgs Sunday predictions

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victorineb · 7 years

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Green Scarf to A Bull, Ch. 3

More Basic Chickens shenanigans for your reading pleasure. Thanks to @desperatelyseekingcannibals @slashyrogue @hotsauce418 and @tcbook for holding my hand whilst writing this:

Also on AO3.

Attempt 3: Going My Way?

The nice thing about being an unemployed social outcast, Adam reflected, was that it gave you plenty of time to pursue your interests. Like, for example, shadowing the object of your desire (and the man attached to it), in order to figure out the best place to orchestrate an “accidental” meeting. Then turn up looking absolutely to die for, bat his eyelashes and, Bob’s your very-well-endowed uncle, ride that enormous cock all the way to orgasm town.

There was just one problem with Adam’s fabulous plan: it’s damn near impossible to follow someone who never leaves their fucking flat.

In three days of researching, Adam had discovered that Elias got his groceries delivered, ate at home, and didn’t go out at night (except presumably for his trips to the pub and Adam wasn’t going back there. Mostly because he couldn’t afford to keep tipping Jaime and Fryderyk to keep their gobs shut). In all that time he witnessed Elias leave once, and that was only to remonstrate with a delivery man who had had the temerity to mistakenly push Elias’ buzzer instead of his neighbour’s. At least, Adam thought that was what was going on, though given the state of his Danish, if someone told him the postie had been accusing Elias of cannibalism and Elias was threatening to make him into a pot roast, Adam wouldn’t have been able to disprove it. Either way, he was pretty certain Elias was going to find something fairly unpleasant in his letterbox in the next few days, and almost considered that the ensuing explosion might be reason enough to keep sticking around.

Adam almost envied Elias. He’d never had the chance for a quiet life, always had to be seen by the right people, in the right places, first because of his parents and then because of his job. But that was ok, wasn’t it, because he’d loved all that, the thrill of being part of the elite, always chasing after bigger, better, faster… who wouldn’t want to have that life?

Doesn’t matter now, does it? You’re never getting back there, loser.

Just sitting and watching for three days was beginning to turn Adam a little insane, if he was honest. He wasn’t used to spending this amount of time inside his own head – distractions were easy to come by and he’d never seen the point of denying himself – and Adam was beginning to think that even Elias’ golden cock wasn’t worth the hassle of listening to his own brain endlessly point out his own shortcomings.

Never did have any stamina, did you, Towers?

On the fourth day Adam slept in, decided to officially give up on the plan, then came so hard thinking about riding Elias while showering that he immediately changed his mind. Curls still damp and reasonably certain he’d put his underwear on back to front, Adam sprinted to the park he’d been lurking in all week, only to find – of fucking course – Elias finally striding away from his front door.

Honestly, Adam had never had to work this hard for a shag in his life. He was, frankly, already knackered from the run over here and he was pretty certain that his current look was less to die for and more to order an ambulance for if he doesn’t sit down soon. Anyone with an iota of sanity, or sense, or fucking self-preservation would surely, surely give up now, move on to better (if not bigger) things.

Adam hurried after Elias’ retreating back.

After all, he’d come this far, he wasn’t stopping now until he’d landed this big, stubborn, infuriating bull…

…who was rapidly disappearing around a corner.

Shit.

Adam flung himself in Elias’ general direction, only narrowly avoiding a collision with a cyclist and ignoring the subsequent object lesson in Danish swearing, hoping that Elias’ attention wouldn’t be drawn by the all the fuss. For a moment he considered using his scarf as a makeshift mask, took another moment to consider whether he’d actually gone insane, and then took off after his quarry.

It was surprisingly hard to catch up with Elias, who seemed eager to reach his destination, if his quick gait was anything to go by. Adam kept losing him around corners and down random alleyways, and it was only luck that meant Elias hadn’t gotten away from him completely, somehow always seeming to stop to look at something – a shop, or an advert or, once, an apparently very interesting rock – long enough for Adam to find him again. In fact, Adam was concentrating so hard on keeping Elias in his sights that it wasn’t until the third time they passed the same set of shops that he realised Elias had been leading him in circles.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed out loud. A little too out loud, he realised, clapping a hand over his mouth and ducking into the nearest side street. There was no way Elias hadn’t heard him…

But when Adam leaned back out, expecting to see a huge, confused Dane, instead he saw only an empty street. Sending up a prayer to whoever the patron saint of horny journalists was, Adam ran out of the alleyway, heading in the direction Elias had been going before he'd hidden.

Nothing.

No sign of his bull whatsoever.

Fuck.

“Why are you following me?”

Adam made a noise that certainly was not a squeal and spun around to see Elias standing behind him with an expression halfway between angry and freaked out.

“Jesus, I need to put a bell round your neck!”

Elias narrowed his eyes and snapped, “I would not allow you to do such a thing, I am not an animal! Now, answer my question: why are you following me?”

“What? I… I’ve been doing nothing of the sort,” Adam spluttered, caught completely off guard.

“Do not lie to me, Adam. I have seen you many times in the last few days, hanging around my flat, always watching me. You are very noticeable and not very good at hiding. And you always wear that silly green scarf, which is not at all good camouflage.” Adam glanced down at the offending argument and had to concede that it wasn’t the most subtle of accessories, though he wasn’t sure what was silly about it. “And I made you follow me all this morning just to see if you would, so you have not got a leg to stand on.”

Adam was stunned. “You knew I was there the whole time?”

“Yes, you are very slow, I had to keep stopping to let you catch up. I think you need to do more exercise.”

Adam could do nothing more intelligent than let his mouth hang open.

Elias glared at him and continued, “Please tell me now why you are following me.”

Adam hesitated, but only for a moment. A half-truth had worked before, after all, it could well work again. “Look,” he began, “I’m new to this city, I don’t know anybody here and you’re the first person I’ve met who I’ve actually had a decent conversation with.” Actually, that was true – up until Elias, Adam had been far too busy getting hammered and feeling sorry for himself to say much more than Make it a double or Wanna fuck?

“And this is your idea of how to make friends, by stalking them?” Elias asked, incredulous.

“No! I wasn’t… wasn’t stalking you. I just…” Adam sighed. “The thing is, back in London I trusted some people I shouldn’t have. Left me with some issues. I just… just wanted to check that you were… you know, that you didn’t have anything weird going on.” A lie, but not a complete one. Adam had found out in the last few years just who his real friends were. Sadly, as it turned out, he didn’t have any. He probably would still have done something like this if he had been interested in Elias (instead of just selected parts of him), would still have called it research instead of the fearful clutch for protection it surely was.

Adam ran a hand down his face and said, “Fuck, Elias, I’m sorry. This really wasn’t on, I’m a fucking mess.”

“Yes, you are.” Adam snapped his head up in shock at Elias’ matter-of-fact agreement but kept quiet as the man continued, “But loneliness will make a man do odd things.”

“I’m not lonely,” Adam protested, only to be interrupted by Elias shaking his head.

“I am not either. I am never lonely, I have hundreds of friends desperate to spend time with me.” Elias seemed to forcibly stop himself then, and took a deep breath before continuing. “They are just... not here at the moment. And you are. So you should come with me to have coffee, I think.”

Adam blinked. He couldn’t for the life of him tell whether Elias was being sincere or making fun of him. The man was fucking infuriating.

“Sure, Elias, I’ll go get coffee with you.”

They wound up sitting huddled together in a tiny café not far from Elias’ flat. Adam had actually passed by it a couple of times but had deemed it too quaint and old-fashioned for him – no way they would serve a decent soy milk macchiato and Adam doubted they even knew what cold brewing was. He’d been right too. It was all drip coffee and home baking and floral tablecloths.

It felt disturbingly like home.

Still, the baking wasn’t half bad, Adam considered, polishing off the remains of his kanelstang (which translated, to Adam’s glee, as cinnamon rod, or so Elias had solemnly informed him. To which Adam had barely refrained from replying that he’d much rather lick Elias’s cinnamon rod instead). And the trip had allowed him to glean some more useful information:

Elias worked from home as a translator for… some science thing. Adam had tuned out after several minutes of Elias trying to convince him that all scientists were arrogant morons, wondering if there was a nice way to ask someone to wear a gag during sex.

He was only around ten years older than Adam, though Adam suspected with the grandad wardrobe and the ‘tache, (not to mention his own youthful complexion), it looked more like fifteen or even twenty.

He was oddly tactile, often taking Adam’s hand between his own while talking, and Adam was reminded of the extended hug Elias had taken him in at the pub, thinking that the man was probably touch-starved. Frustratingly though, when Adam tried to reciprocate, placing a hand on Elias’ knee, he had jumped away as if Adam had bitten him. Though possibly this was because:

Elias was insatiable.

In the two hours they’d spent at the café, Elias had visited the bathroom no less than four times, and given his sweaty, rumpled appearance upon each return, Adam had no doubt what he’d been up to. Apparently the five-fingered fandango Adam had busted in on at the pub wasn’t a one-off. Insatiable and an almost inhuman refractory period, at almost fifty? Hell, if he had only been a little more presentable, Adam might have considered keeping him around for more than a fling.

Adam was just considering whether following Elias into the bathroom during his next trip there might be the most expedient course of action, when their waitress – a mousy little redhead with a nice smile and a blowsy apron – stopped by their table to ask if they’d enjoyed their food.

“It was very good, thank you,” Elias told her, in a stiff and quiet voice that sounded nothing like the loud, blustering man he was around everyone else. Adam peered at him, curious, but didn’t work out what was going on until Elias added, even quieter than before, “your… apron… is very pretty,” and blushed to the roots of his curls.

Oh hell no.

“Thank you, Elias, you’re very sweet,” the waitress replied, and Elias practically floated off the ground with pride.

“Yeah, thanks,” Adam muttered as she removed his mug and went back to the kitchen. He glared at Elias, trying very hard not to blurt out something stupid.

He lasted a whole three seconds.

“You have a crush on that waitress!” he hissed.

“What? I have no such thing,” Elias protested. “You are making things up. In fact, she probably has a crush on me. Many women—” Again, Elias seemed to actively stop himself from continuing and took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment.

“What is that?” Adam asked. “Why do you keep stopping yourself?”

Elias glared at him for a few seconds and Adam felt uncomfortably like the man was trying to see inside his soul. Apparently something about the wretched, rotten, wreck of a thing passed muster, because Elias eventually nodded to himself and started talking.

“Sometimes I lie,” Elias took a deep breath, as though this was difficult for him to say, “and make up stories, because they sound better than the truth. And my brother says this is not a good way to be, and that no one will ever love me if I am not honest.”

“Well that’s me fucked then,” Adam grinned, but was met with only a blank stare. “Cos I’m a journalist, right?”

“A journalist who is unemployed.”

Strangely unoffended, Adam grinned. “Fine, yes, thanks for the reminder. Still a journalist though. I’ve spent my entire life making up stories that sound better than the truth, and getting richly rewarded for it.”

Elias levelled a serious look at him. “And has anyone ever loved you?”

“Depends on your definition of love.” Adam couldn’t help but waggle his eyebrows lasciviously in Elias’ direction.

“Oh. So you are good with women?”

“Not just women.”

Elias seemed to ignore him completely, his attention drifting out across the café and to…

Oh no.

Oh shit.

“Then, if I did, perhaps, like a person, you would be a good person to advise me on how to… get them.”

“Get them?” Oh no. No way. No way was Adam going to spend his valuable time helping some dismal bint take the ride of her life. That monster in Elias’ trousers was Adam’s, he saw it first. He had dibs.

“A friend would do this for another friend. You said you wanted to be my friend.”

Fuck.

If he said no now, Elias would surely reject any further contact. And Adam wanted further contact. He wanted contact so far he couldn’t walk straight for a week. Besides, while he hesitated, Elias was looking at him with big brown eyes, just starting to brim with tears of disappointment. It would be… unpleasant, to say no to that face. Just the thought of it was giving Adam that strange feeling in his stomach again…

Although, maybe there was a better option. As Adam thought about it, a plan began to form. This could actually work in his favour. He could, under the guise of helping, steer Elias towards some better clothes, a more flattering hairstyle… a razor, or at least some scissors in order to groom that hideous bit of fuzz masquerading as a moustache. And all the while, he’d be gently convincing Elias’ dick that Adam was a much better prospect for its future happiness than some frump in an apron.

“Well sure, Elias,” he said, smiling wide, “anything for a friend.”

#basic chickens #rare pairs fic #hannigram au #madancy au #hannibal #adam and elias #my fic #rare pairs #adam towers #elias

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He'd been trying to befriend the Port Guard since the incident. The animosity had gone on far too long. The group seemed more than happy to welcome him in, but a rift remained between them; Addison felt much older than he actually was. Only two or so years apart, and it felt like centuries.

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Ignacio hopped aboard the boat, opening the doors to the cabin. "Scout! C'mon, time to go home." Grumbling, the child emerged from the cabin. Ignacio tried to pat their shoulder, but they ducked under his hand, disembarking from the boat. "See you later. Good luck." Ignacio's face fell as he watched Scout go. He stood on the edge of the boat and called down the pier, "I love you! Be good for your father!" They paused, looking back over their shoulder. "I will. I love you, too." They continued walking, and soon disappeared from sight.

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A shout caught his attention, and he ran toward the sound. It sounded enough like Sutton, but he was hesitant to believe it, lest it was another trick from the mage. Even so, he was willing to take the risk — especially when more shouts followed, clearly from combat and pain. "Sutton!" he shouted, scanning desperately for them. "Hold on, I'm coming!" "Ashton?" they called back. "Find some high ground!"

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"Do you remember Ainsley Patton?" Addison wasn't sure of the relevance, but thought back. "I think so. We were in the same grade, but I think she was in the Magic Guild, wasn't she?" "Yeah. And she went missing the semester before I did." The memory resurfaced and Addison frowned. Her disappearance had been a big deal at the time — she was a star pupil, scouted for the Magic Guild and excelling in it. A talented, well-liked girl who vanished in the night. "What about her?" Addison asked, a growing feeling of dread in his stomach.

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Your words are: group, child, pain, and deal.

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#Christ warns "The #MotherPlane(#ufo) was made to destroy this world of evil and to show the Wisdom and Mighty Power of the God Whom came to destroy an old world and set up a new world. The nature of the new world is righteousness. The nature of the new world cannot be righteousness, as long as unrighteousness is in its midst. The same TYPE of plane was used by the Original God to put mountains on His planets. Allah (God) Who came in the Person of #MasterFardMuhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, is wiser than ANY god BEFORE Him as the #Bible and the Holy #Quran teach us. He taught me that this Plane will be used to raise mountains on this planet (earth). The mountains that He will put on this earth will not be very high. He will raise these mountains to a height of one (1) mile over the United States of America. This reminds us of the prophet’s prediction of this time of the destruction of the old world and the bringing in of a new world: "Behold, the Lord, maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turneth it upside down, and scattereth aborad the inhabitants thereof." (Bible Is. 24:1) There are planes in various nations today, but this is the Mother of them all. Why? Because this type of plane was used before the making of this world. Why should God make such a sign of His power to destroy a nation? Because this is the final destruction of that people who have opposed God in His purpose and aims for Justice and Righteousness. The White race is not a people who were made righteous and then turned to unrighteousness; they were made unrighteous by the god who made them (Mr. #Yakub). Allah (God) Who came in the Person of #MasterFardMuhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, taught me that this Plane is capable of reaching a height of forty miles above the earth. His words could have been a sign meaning forty years, in which the Plane would go into action and not referring actually to forty miles. Allah (God) does not speak one word that does not have meaning. Every word that He speaks has meaning. The Mother Plane, according to what has been described of it by the devil scientists, is capable of not only staying up for long periods of time; but it is also capable of eluding the scientists. They want to attack and destroy it; but if a plane did get close enough to attempt to carry out this purpose, it would be destroyed instead. The White man has learned that this is not a place to be played with. Planes come out of the Mother Plane. In the 1930's Canadian newspapers reported that they saw #TheWheel (Mother Plane). It came down out of the sky. They admitted that it looked like a GREAT CITY, and that something came down from it; it appeared to be a tube, but the tube-like thing went back up again. Allah (God) Who came in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, taught me that after six months to a year, the Mother Plane comes into the gravity of the earth. It takes on oxygen and hydrogen in order to permit it to stay out of the earth’s gravity until it needs refueling again. EZEKIEL’S PROPHECY OF THE WHEEL Ezekiel saw the Mother Plane in a VISION. According to the Bible, he looked up and saw this Plane (Ez. 1:16) and he called it a wheel because it was made LIKE a wheel. A Plane that is wheel-shaped can turn in ANY direction, at any time. He admitted that the Plane was so high that it looked dreadful, and he cried out, "O wheel" (Ez. 10:13). Ezekiel saw great work going on IN the wheel and four living creatures "and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel." (Ez. 1:16). And when the living creatures went, the wheels went with them: and when the living creatures were lifted up from the earth, the wheels, were lifted up Ez. 1:19. The power of the lifting up of the four creatures was in the wheel. The four creatures represents the FOUR colors of the original people of the earth. There are five great powers of the nations of the earth. These five Powers are the Black, Brown(#Japanese), Yellow(#Chinese), Red(#NativeAmerican) and White. Of the four Original Powers, the Red is not an equal Power. The vision shows the four creatures being lifted up from the earth. When the wheel was lifted up, they were lifted up and when the wheel stood, they stood. This means that they waited upon the movement of the wheel. In Ezekiel’s vision concerning the wheel, he said that he heard the voice of one tell the other to take coals of fire and to scatter it over the cities; this means BOMBS. It could mean fire too, however. The Plane is to drop bombs which would automatically be timed to burrow quickly to a position of one mile below the surface of the earth where they are timed to explode. Allah (God) taught me that these bombs are not to be dropped into water. They are to be dropped only on the cities. It will be the work of The Wheel. #TheWheel is the power of the four creatures, namely the four colors of the Black man (Black, brown, yellow and red). The red Indian is to benefit also from the judgement of the world. We must remember that God comes to SEPARATE from the righteous that which is hindering the righteous from making progress and to destroy the effect of the poison of that which has opposed the righteous. The effect of the poison will be fully destroyed after the destruction of the source of the poison, which as poisoned the righteous. It is like one being bitten by a rattlesnake. Quickly medication is administered in order to minimize the effect of the poison upon flesh and blood until a complete cure is effected; and the patient recuperates and is well again. It is useless to try to ignore Ezekiel’s vision of The Wheel, for the make and the destructive work of The Wheel was foretold before it came to pass. The disbeliever believes that which he sees present and not that which is prophesied to come. That is why he is the loser and takes the course to hell, because he disbelieves in that which is prophesied to come about a particular day. This is what the enemy is trying to do today with the Black Man. He is fascinating him with #sport and play and indecency and the doing of evil to keep him from going to the God Who is present. You never thought the day would come when you would see your wife, mother and old grey-haired women walking down the street today, half-nude. A few years ago they would not have dared to come out into the public like that. But now they do so because the devil has put his approval on this kind of attire. They desire to please the devil. They do whatever the devil bids them to do. The devil desires to take the Black man with him to his DOOM. Let us not classify the prophets as liars and ignore their prophecies for we may cause our self-destruction through belief in the devil instead of belief in the God of Righteousness. There is no known equal of the Mother Plane. This is the reason why she is called the Mother Plane. The Mother Plane is made for the purpose of destroying the present world. She has no equal. Do not marvel at the make of this plane, since it is from the God Who made the universe of floating planets and stars which are supported only by the Power of Allah in their rotation in their orbits. #Allah (God) Whom came in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, taught me that the Mother plane is a little human-made planet. Is it not simple for Allah (God) to make a new planet if He wants to? The Mother Plane is capable of staying out of the earth’s gravity for a whole year. He is capable of producing her own sphere of oxygen and hydrogen, as any other planet is able to do. The Mother Plane carries the same type of bomb on her that our Black scientists dropped on the planet earth to bring up mountains out of the earth after the planet earth was created. The knowledge of how to do this has not been given to the world (White race), nor will they ever get this kind of knowledge. The knowledge of the world is limited. If the devil would get this type of knowledge we could just say that we are goners. However, they are not able to attain this type of knowledge. What does a six day old baby (white race) look like trying to compete with a six year old child (Black Nation)? For the six year old child can run all out in the yard and play. He can eat solid food. The power of the six day old baby is limited. The knowledge and power of this world’s life (white race) is limited. The world of the white man was made from what he found and what he has seen and learned from the work of the original Black man. The white race is far from being able to equal the power and wisdom of the original Black man. The Mother Plane and her work is a display of the power of the mightiest God, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever. Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, is the Wisest and Best Knower; He is the Mightiest of Them ALL. "O wheel," says the prophet Ezekiel. She was so high up in the sky that she looked dreadful. She is capable of staying away from you who plan the destruction of her. She is capable of confusing you who would try to reach her with your means of destruction. There are scientists on the Mother Plane who know what you are thinking about before the thought materializes (Holy Qur’an Ch. 50:16). Therefore, it is IMPOSSIBLE to try to attack the Mother Plane. She can attack you, but you cannot attack her. The Mother Plane can hide behind other stars and make herself INVISIBLE to the eye because she does not have to wait on a power from the earth. She can produce her own power to go wherever she desires to go in space. The Mother Plane is not like your little bullets or cameras which are powered by your limited power. The Bible prophesies that today Allah (God) wishes to make known to us that He is God. He wishes to be respected as the SUPERIOR God. He wishes ALL LIFE in the universe to know that He is the GREATEST. The #Muslim recognizes Allah (God) to be the GREATEST. He always repeats "Thou art the greatest. There is no god Like unto Thee, None deserves to be served or worshipped besides thee." O mighty wheel. I repeat, that there is plenty of significance to the make of the Mother Plane. There is much significance to the course of operation of her work. Space here in this book is limited, but what Allah (God) taught me concerning the Mother Plane could be put into book-form. O wheel, made to rock the earth and to heave up mountains upon the earth. O wheel, destroyer of nations. No wonder the prophet Isaiah prophesied that the "earth shall reel to and fro like a drunkard..." (Bible; Is. 24:20). Let us seek refuge in Allah (God) from the destructive work to come from this Mother of planes." Honorable Elijah Muhammad: Fall of America

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