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A horse sona in progress...

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Alex Keller being readers gym buddy (scenario)

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I have this feeling, he would be so good at that with his caring nature. Thought of something sweet for our golden boy.

Alex doesn't understand, why do you keep finding reasons to NOT join him at the gym.

Because you are always so lively, energetic, you absolutely live for long hikes, you can cycle for a good half a day through the fields and parks in good weather, and that time when you two got out to the lake... He had to pull you out of the water almost by force in the evening - you liked swimming so much, you seemed to decide to stay in water for the rest of your life.

In a word, you have always been active, on the move. But when the conversation went back to going to a gym together, you shied away.

Alex repeatedly listed the advantages of this idea. "It will be fun, you will have an additional incentive to go to bed on time, and after a workout you will feel like a new person!"

"And I'll be able to see you every week," this he doesn't say out loud.

You sigh heavily. "I don't even know, Alex." You went through this conversation many times, but this time he uses an absolute sucker punch.

He lowers his head, looks up at you and listens to your ridiculous excuses with a sad but humble face.

Those puppy eyes can make you do anything. This is not even a grimace, he doesn't do that intentionally. It's just the way his expression work: it's all very soft and subtle. But it makes you weak.

You pause and exhale. "Ok, I'll come. But don't say I haven't warned you, I'm no fun to be training with..."

He smiles sincerely, and you just wonder if he really doesn't see how easily he controls you with just his gaze. Those damn beautiful blue eyes with a mesmerizing darker border. As if he wasn't already perfect, he just had to get such a powerful people control lever, goddammit...

To be honest, you were just worried that you would make his workouts a lot more boring.

He was a soldier, a true hard ass warrior. And had quite a body. You understood pretty well, that even one tenth of his regular workout would very likely make you pass out.

And there were you, a silly happy noodle, who was capable only of (gladly) dying in his hands after the very first exercise.

So on the very first morning, when he met you at the front door of your house and almost took you by the hand to the gym, you immediately confess to him. "I have no idea how to exercise properly."

"We'll figure out your exercises, no worries," he is so determined and happy, nothing seems able to distract him right now.

In the gym, at first, he does not leave you even for 5 minutes. He shows you different exercises, explains how everything here works.

You desperately try to repeat each exercise as many times as he advises. At some point, Alex notices that you are completely out of breath, your face is red, and your hands are trembling.

"Hey stop, stop!" He appears behind your back in the very next second. "You need a breather." Alex makes you sit down on the bench and gives you a bottle of water. "Seems like we have a little overachiever here, am I right?"

You shake your head, trying to catch your breath. You are just trying so very hard to not be an embarrassment to him here.

He looks at you so attentively, his eyes are incredibly caring, it's hard for you to just relax and drink your water. And when he brushes a lock of hair out of your face, you understand, that you'll never calm down your pulse.

"Hey, why do you think, we are here? I mean, what's your goal?" His voice is soft and kind.

"I don't even know..." You point uncertainly at your torso and hips. "To get this in shape?"

He looks at you confused for a few seconds, then starts speaking seriously. "This all is ideal. Just the way It's supposed to be. There is nothing to get in shape in you." He notices, how you roll your eyes, and takes your hand.

"I meant it. Look at me. I mean it. I'm serious. I don't want you to come here to despise your body, to torture yourself. A little challenge is always good, but I don't want you to start hating it here. So how about we just... have fun here? How about you love your body for what it's capable of and not hate it for not being in some mythical shape?"

As much as you understand and approve everything, he's talking about, you still feel like a burden, like a newborn kitten, trying to run along with a cheetah.

So when you express your doubts, Alex makes it his personal mission to help you feel better about yourself while exercising.

He turns into the most caring and patient personal coach. Calmly explains and shows each exercise, praises you for everything, even for the fact that you realize that you are tired and stop the exercise a little earlier.

"It's okay. It's not a problem, it's an opportunity for growth." He smiles and gives you water.

Staying hydrated is perhaps the only thing with which Alex is strict and unforgiving. Hydration is the key, and he keeps an eye on your bottle constantly. Yes, you must drink a lot.

He remembers the exercises, that were the most difficult for you, and especially praises you for doing them. "Now let's do this exercise, which you always do so well!"

If the circumstances allow it, Alex stands behind you and blows softly on your neck and shoulders to cool you down as you are working out.

As an absolute gentleman, doesn't let the slightest drop of hunger slipping into his gaze, as he watches you working out. Neither is he blind, nor a saint, but he keeps his deepest fantasies and intentions strictly to himself until he is 100% sure, It's ok to share them with you.

That be said, there are some death glares here and there, when he sees someone approaching you and making you uncomfortable. But he keeps it quite and places himself behind you in such moments to not scare you.

Tactfully, "doesn't notice" when you stare at him working out for a little too long. Secretly thrives on such moments.

Overall, Alex is just on top of the world since you two started seeing each other more often, and he could help you find more confidence and love of your body.

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A Taste of You

Ooooo Sassy is posting again! Yes indeedy!

CW: features afab/fem oc! Altaira who uses she/her pronouns. Nudity. Perverse actions. Profanity. Masturbation (m!). Smut scene: f! receiving oral, f! receiving fingering, f! receiving piv. Blood play and blood drinking. Explicit descriptions of unprotected.

Themes: Romance. Vampire AU. Drinking and partying. Sex. Smut fic. Perversion. Menstruation. LuciferxAltaira. One shot.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie.

Third person POV, Vampire AU

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It was late. Very late.

Late enough to where when Altaira entered the House of Lamentation, she was shushing her party companions, Asmo and Mammon, as they all shuffled in drunkenly. It was raining, and all three were soaked head to toe, with Altaira and Asmo holding their heels as they came inside, Mammon using his jacket to cover his head.

"Thanks, 'Taira... See you tomorrow," Mammon stated, making his way up the stairs without sure-feet under him. She watched as he held onto the handrail of the staircase, shaking her head.

Asmo kissed her cheek, "Be sure to sleep in tomorrow, we'll all need it. Thanks for being my wing girl tonight," he proclaimed softly. She nodded and silently watched as Asmo went up the stairs too, leaving her to her own devices.

Quietly, and feeling snackish from her drunken escapades, she managed to walk on wobbly legs to the kitchen. She looked around, trying to find anything that might sound good to her in the moment. Getting into the pantry, she spied Mammon's noodles and decided to cook up some of those in the microwave. While she waited, she pawed through the fridge to find more human world rosé that she picked up and a box of ice cream.

Once everything was ready, she sat on one of the stools in the kitchen and began eating, audibly moaning when she realized how much better those noodles tasted when one was completely inebriated.

"Fuck... why am I so hot now? Shit," she swore to herself. She quickly threw off her shirt and sat there in her leather miniskirt, red lace bra, and her shoes kicked off as well.

"That's better..." she mumbled.

Continuing her midnight meal, she stared at the blank wall ahead and began thinking about things, maybe a little too deeply, and found herself ditching the noodles to cry over the box of ice cream she ate out of, adding rosé with each bite and proceeding to get more drunk.

A couple of footsteps sounded in the hallway beside the kitchen, and she snapped, her voice thick and broken, "Get lost, Beel! G-Go find some other food."

A pair of crimson orbs floated high in the air out in the hall. Those orbs observed her sad state, her food shoved away while nursing the bottle of rosé until she was holding her head in her hands, sobbing shirtless in a demon family's kitchen.

The pair of red eyes finally came closer, and then the eldest appeared fully in the light of the kitchen. He placed a bare hand on her shoulder, having ditched his own overcoat, waistcoat, and gloves this late into the night. He was coming downstairs to check that Beel hadn't fallen asleep in the kitchen, Satan doing the same in the library, or Belphie in any other conspicuous place in the House. Basically, to check that everyone was at least in a bed, regardless of which. This late into the night, he wasn't expecting anyone to be around.

"Altaira," he murmured gently.

She sagged further, and before she could fall off the stool as she started to lean over, Lucifer caught her by her waist and held her against him, completely unconscious. Her hair smelled heavily of her perfume, sweat, and booze from The Fall. He immediately knew what happened and sighed heavily as he maneuvered her around in his arms. But he couldn't quite help how it felt to let his fingers caress her bare skin, seeing the red lace of her bra against her ivory skin, or how even like this, she was beautiful when he saw her face as he cradled her in his arms bridal style...

Shaking those ill-toward thoughts away, he sighed again, picking her and her shirt up and walking her out of the kitchen. He thought for a moment of putting her back in her room, but he was concerned about her hurting herself, or one of his brothers bothering her, so he made the trek up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, he gently laid her on one side of his rather large bed. He grabbed one of his plain t-shirts and dressed her in it, long enough to be decent on her as he stripped away her miniskirt. Seeing her face again, he realized her makeup needed to come off, lest Asmo have a heart attack the next day. When he grabbed her clothes to throw into the laundry, he saw the stain on her shirt, so he took it to the bathroom to try and wash it out, thinking he could grab a damp wash cloth to wipe her face with as well. But when he accidentally brought it too close to his face, he caught wind of her natural scent and perfume mixing together, making him momentarily forget his present task. He brought it closer, inhaling her sweet scent and nearly moaning as he gripped it hard and buried his face in it.

He had barely opened his eyes after a few seconds, and his reflection in the mirror caught his attention, and he saw himself standing there with her shirt pressed to his nose and hard-on tenting his trousers, no better than a beast. Growling, he threw the shirt down and grabbed the wash cloth he was after, wet it, and went back to the doll lying in his bed, now sprawled out in the middle like a starfish.

Lucifer sighed and knelt down beside her, clearly annoyed, but only slightly.

"You're lucky you're cute..." he murmured with equal annoyance and reverence. Gently, he rubbed the makeup off her face, a little easier thanks to the tears and how much had already rubbed off.

Satisfied, he threw the rag into the laundry basket as well and went back to the bathroom to change. When he was mostly undressed, his eye caught that shirt again, and without much thought, he grabbed it and brought it to his nose again, inhaling her perfect scent. Before realizing what he was doing, he had fished out his very hard cock and slowly stroked himself as he continued to breathe in her intoxicating smells. He knew she had been to The Fall, so he imagined her dancing, grinding against him in particular and looking over her shoulder up at him with those darling gemstone-like eyes. He imagined how it felt to grasp her hips, grinding himself against her too. To have her lean back into him with his chest pressed to her back and feeling her hands reach back to mess up his hair–

The next couple of seconds happened so quickly, as he gave her shirt one more good inhale and quickly released into his hand with a groan, his orgasm unexpected and not at all satisfying like he wanted it to be. With a sigh, he cleaned up and jumped into the shower after leaving her shirt on a towel bar to hang.

When he was done, he donned his sleeping robe and walked back out into his bedroom. He was then piecing together how a red lace bra and matching panty ended up thrown to the edge of the bed and why the human woman was now laying sideways in said bed.

"Strange little imp you are," Lucifer sighed. Walking toward where her head was out, he brushed his hand against her and felt how warm her head was. "Ah, must've got hot." He then walked to the thermostat and turned it down in his room, hoping the coolness would help her.

Returning to her, he guided her to lay properly in the bed. "Come now... you'll be blaming me for your neck being messed up tomorrow..." he spoke to himself and her as he gently moved her around.

Satisfied with his work, he finally turned off the light and settled on the far side of the bed. When he was getting under the covers, he had caught a peak where his shirt was riding up on her, showing her rear and hip as she laid on her side, facing away from him. Rolling his eyes, more at himself, he turned away and tried to forget what he saw.

The next morning, there was a groan. A soft, pathetic, sad groan.

It was Altaira as she stretched and woke up, feeling sore, sorry, and sad for herself. When she opened her eyes, it was so bleary and hard to see even after rubbing her eyes. She then buried her face into the back of the demon she clung to, trying to wake up faster. But it was when she took a deep inhale, the scent of a certain eldest brother filled her nose, and what better way to wake one's self up than with a surprise?

"Good morning," the eldest mumbled after feeling her startle. She slowly released him and scooted way back far across the bed.

"I'm... Good morning, uh, so... I'm sorry about whatever I did last night," she tried to apologize, feeling embarrassed by what the Avatar of Pride might have heard or seen.

"Hmph," was all he offered her in return.

She was silent for a moment, feeling dejected and rejected, so she started to roll over to get out when she heard:

"You know, you really shouldn't be doing that. I know you're an adult, but... You'll hurt yourself doing that."

There was silence again.

"The monitor is on the bedside table next to you," he added. The lowlights of his room came on.

With a great big sigh, she rolled onto the edge of the bed, knowing he wouldn't let her leave until she took a reading. When she was calm and ready, she grabbed the pin prick and brought it to her finger. While she waited, she brought the monitor up to turn it on and put a stick into it.

After a few moments, the little palm-sized machine beeped and gave her the blood sugar reading, to which, she groaned and set it down.

"And?"

She mumbled, "One hundred and seven..."

"You're lucky it's not worse," Lucifer replied, just a touch snippy, but she knew he was right. "Now, go take a shower and go downstairs. You won't be doing anything until you eat breakfast."

"Okay..."

On unstable legs, she got up and went to his bathroom, to which he caught a glimpse of her thighs as she walked, and he quickly adjusted his focus to stop thinking about her. He heard the water turn on, and then some light humming, knowing that meant she was in.

Lucifer finally got up himself, and a bright red set of undergarments caught his attention as he started to walk to his closet. He approached to pick them up and just throw them in the laundry basket, but what he had done last night resurfaced as he held out the scarlet panties out in front of him, looking them over as they shined in firelight. Even at this distance, he could start to smell their fragrance. He tried to resist, he really did, but other instincts won out, and slowly, oh so slowly, he brought them to his face, inhaling her pheromones.

His senses were overcome with instant gratification and a darker urge to consume the owner. This most intimate scent was like the feeling one gets when they smell their favorite dessert being made, the anticipation and salivation already starting just from that. There was a sweetness to her, a rampant one that made his whole body twitch with an aggressive need to have more. Her body was subtle, though, when it came to her pheromones, far more subtle than any other human he'd encounter. But there was one particular scent that he couldn't mistake, one that meant–

"Lucifer!"

It was jarring to come back to reality like that, instantly dropping the garment out of fear of being caught. He turned his head to look and she wasn't there, but he could still hear the water running. Quickly, he walked over to the door and knocked.

"Altaira? Did you need something?"

There was a sob and the water shut off, and his concern only doubled to hear her struggle.

"I need you to tell me what's wrong, or let me come in," he persisted, his hand on the doorknob.

"It-It hurts... I can barely stand, I feel like I might–" There was a pause, and he heard her move around again.

"Altaira, can I come in?" He asked in a strained tone.

There was a whimper. "Y-Yes..."

Immediately, he threw the door open and found her doubled over the edge of the bathtub, a towel thrown onto her back. In two long strides, the eldest was beside her and kneeling down with his hands on her back.

"Can I help you?" He asked her quietly. She nodded.

He then wrapped the towel around her, attempting to keep her decent and hoping to save her any embarrassment later on. Carefully, he took her into his arms and came to his feet to carry her out of the bathroom and into the coolness of his room as he set her down on his bed.

She was flushed, breathing hard, and her brows knitted together tightly as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers. Something she only did when she was upset or anxious.

"Can you tell me what's–" and just as he said that, he knew what had happened. His senses were correct. That metallic, coppery scent was unmistakable, even without the physical presence of it. "Are you okay?" His tone was softened, understanding what was happening.

"Just... pain," she huffed out. "It's usually not that bad, but occasionally it is," she added.

"I'm sorry to hear that..." he murmured, looking down at her sprawled form on his bed. It was hard to focus with her like this, and he mumbled something to her, as his eyes were drawn to where the towel was starting to not cover her so well over her thighs, reaching higher and higher...

"What?" She asked.

He blinked several times before he realized he had said something to her.

"I can help you," he repeated.

"How?"

She finally moved her hand away and squinted at him. He then leaned over her, his hands placed on either side of her head above her shoulders.

"I can make it feel... better. Make you feel good," he answered quietly, looking her over.

Her eyes widened, and she felt frozen by his suggestion.

"Wh–... How?"

Her gaze flickered all over his form as he leaned in closer to her.

"I don't think you're really that naïve..." he murmured in a knowing but softened tone.

Her hand then curiously rose up to his cheek, looking up into his crimson eyes to see his true intention.

"But..." She looked entirely hesitant.

"Oh, don't worry about that," he purred, his hand on her thigh. "That... adds to the experience for me, personally." He then smiled down at her wickedly, and his fangs glimmered under the bedroom lights.

"What do you mean by that?" She seemed skeptical then.

"I mean..." he started to say, only to sink back, caressing her bare thigh more obviously and molding it under his fingers. "Your taste is one I've wanted to experience... to satisfy my sanguine thirst."

Upon those words, she stared openly, her eyes as wide as possible.

"That's... Are you saying you...?"

"You're smart, darling. I know you've suspected as much," he stated with a chuckle.

She was silent for another moment before asking, "How long have you wanted me?"

A devious smirk landed upon his lips as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Since the moment you stepped foot into my domain," he replied. A shiver ran down her back.

"Specifically?" She murmured again.

He lifted her thigh as he settled between her legs, his left cheek resting against her thigh, turning his face slightly to kiss her flesh. "Since the moment I laid my unholy eyes on this perfect body of yours all those days ago when we brought you here. Since I could sense what you might taste like, so sweet but savory. All these months, this time every month, my mouth would water when you walked by."

A blush burned fiercely on her cheeks as she stared down at him. From her vantage point, she could see the desire in his gaze, feel the desperation in his touch and the lust radiating from his body.

"I just don't want it to... hurt," she replied quietly, hesitating on the last word. "I-I mean... I want you too, but..."

"I need you to be specific now. I won't do anything without your say, and I don't take advantage of you," he replied, looking like he could pounce on her.

"I desire you too, and I'm okay if you... drink from me, as long as you don't hurt me, at least not too much or permanently," she answered.

"Oh, my love, I promise..." he started to say, his fingers walking their way up her body to the towel that barely covered her. "I promise, you'll feel such wild ecstasy, you'll be begging for me to return to you like this."

"I'll hold you to that," she whispered softly. His eyes snapped up to hers again, seeing the soft haze of lust– much to his delight.

"May I?" He purred to her, his dominant hand on the edge of her towel.

"Y-Yes, go ahead," she replied softly.

With both hands, the demon unwrapped his prized prey like a gift from above, carefully and longingly. He took in her splendidly nude form, on his bed, in his room– in his clutches.

"I am far too wicked to lay my eyes upon something this lovely, but it just means I'll be all the more grateful to have you," he purred again, his crimson orbs flicking back up to meet her shy gaze. "Shall I deliver on my promise now?"

"Please," she affirmed with a nod.

He slid her down the edge of the bed just a bit, enough to have some of her rear hanging off the edge, legs dangling down. Lucifer fully knelt to the floor, sinking back again as he kissed her thigh, spreading the other out and finally taking in her wet heat. Instantaneously, his pupils dilated, and he nearly moaned at the sight of her spread like this.

What he had been after, that taste he so wanted to know like the back of his hand, was there in front of him. He took it all in for a moment and then looked up at her once more, only to find an embarrassed look on her face.

"Should I stop?" He asked in a teasing tone.

She shook her head.

He smiled. "Then... I believe it's time I tasted you properly," he murmured in reply. Slowly, he sank lower and leveled his mouth with her spread cunt. Keeping his eyes on hers, he gave her lower lips a soft kiss before giving one long lick bottom to top on her heat.

"Ohhh..." she moaned, locking her eyes on his. He gave her clit more attention as he began to lave his tongue over it, focusing on that bud. The heat of his mouth and the expertise of his tongue instantly sent the pleasure to her spine, becoming more full-bodied. A hard blush decorated her cheeks, her breathing stating to deep and become heavy.

Lucifer's arms slipped under her thighs and wrapped back up so his hands could hold her hips. He pressed himself further into her heat, adding pressure to how he ate her out.

Timidly, she brought her hand down to rest on the top of his head, her little fingers curling into his soft, ink black locks. He appreciated the little gesture, to see her reach out to him and hold onto him. She did her best to keep her gaze on his, but she was so lost in pleasure. A warm tingling feeling started to fill her lower abdomen, and she knew she was already falling apart. It had only been minutes, but Lucifer was correct: he'd make her forget all about the pain.

"Are you close, my love?" He murmured to her. "Are you going to let go for me?"

She nodded, adding a whimper to her wordless reply to him. To take it further, he wrapped one of his arms further around her and brought his hand down to rub his thumb over her clit while he sank his tongue into her entrance. She gave a short gasp and bucked her hips up, eager for more of what he was giving to her.

"Lucifer!" She moaned sharply, her pitch raising with each stroke of his thumb and movement of his tongue. He let a soft moan out to her in return as he started to taste more and more of her arousal, leaking cum onto his tongue as she started to reach her peak. Her walls tightened down around his tongue, alternating between pulsing and clenching. She let out another softer cry of pleasure as her orgasm flooded her senses.

Lucifer carried her through the release, keeping up his ministrations of fucking her with his tongue and gently rubbing his thumb into her clit, until her body relaxed back against his bed again. While she twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm, the demon continued to eat her out, and the taste of her cum coated his tongue, but suddenly, there was something that tasted that much more delectable. A certain crimson liquid with such a savory flavor got his attention, and he flinched as he tasted it. Mixing in with her cum, he could have sworn he was tasting the equivalent of something better than the forbidden fruit. His hands reached up to snatch a hold of her waist to keep her still.

"L-Lucifer! It's t-too much!" Altaira whined, her hips wriggling in between his arms.

She looked down at him, and she was stunned by the frantic, animalistic look in his eyes. He nearly looked feral, and when he glanced back up at her, he gave a growl– the kind of deep, bassy growl you'd hear from a wolf. Her body caught back up with what was happening, and she felt that warmth building in her abdomen again. What he was doing to her was too much but still so pleasurable. He continued to consume her, drinking in her mixed fluids with an-almost-frightening vigor. Her abdomen tightened, and she twisted the sheets beneath her hands. It took less than another minute for her to fall apart again, her walls clenching around his tongue yet again. She whimpered and cried out her pleasure to him, his name like saccharine on her lips.

After that orgasm, he finally let her go, pulling his mouth away with a pop. She laid there like a twitching leaf, her hair a mess, and limbs spread everywhere while trying to catch her breath. Lucifer slowly crawled up her body to cage her in, his hands pinned above the tops of her shoulders, his knees pressed to either side of her hips.

"Feel better?" He cooed, looking at her with a smirk but deep affection with dark carnal hunger in his eyes.

"Uh huh," she replied breathlessly.

"I must say," he murmured, kissing her temple and then whispering in her ear, "You taste rather spectacular... like sweet but savory candy... a fine treat indeed."

She finally turned her head to look at him, seeing the stains of red on his lips and chin. Her eyes widened instantly. "I... You didn't..."

"Oh, I did, and as I said, it only adds to the experience for me," he purred to her. "I've been wanting this since that third week you were here, and I smelled that sweet sanguine scent for the first time. You're simply divine."

Her blush darkened as she stared up at Lucifer. He adored that bashful look on her face. When he realized she wasn't speaking, he came to his feet, and he added,

"And if you'll allow me, I'd like another," he murmured. "Somewhere more... direct."

She looked down and back up at Lucifer, trying to piece together his meaning. "Where?" She whispered.

Lucifer began to look over her body, something else that added more color to her cheeks, and he began to murmur to her. "Mm, where indeed? Well... the neck is a classic, and you do have just an amazingly soft neck, but..." As he spoke, he brought his dominant hand down to start tracing his fingers down her body, starting at her neck. "Then there's here, your breasts so supple... but I would hate to mark up such beauty..." His eyes went lower, and he gave a wicked smile indeed. "There is one place that I think will do just fine, dove..."

After making his decision, he knelt down to the floor again. His bare hand delicately drew itself over her thigh, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there.

"Isn't that... dangerous?" She asked quietly.

Lucifer smirked. "You would think fornicating with demons in general would stir such a thought long before now," he murmured. His eyes then flickered back to hers. "But no, you have my word that you will not have lasting damage done to you. I will take care of you and your body."

There was a moment of uncertainty before she finally nodded, looking more at ease as she considered his words.

"If you would like, I can ensure it's equally pleasurable for you," he added. "But I need your permission first."

"I... I want you to do it, all of it," she replied quickly and confidently. He smirked once more and nodded.

She watched as Lucifer got settled again, kneeling and spraying out her legs again for his viewing pleasure. Taking his hand again, he slipped his fingers through her labia and over her heat, gathering slick while making her sigh again with pleasure. He gently rubbed back and forth, ramping up her arousal again.

"Close your eyes, love, just feel what I do for you," Lucifer commanded softly to her. Altaira immediately nodded and laid her head back against the bed again. Ultimately, Lucifer knew that if she saw what he was about to do, she might not have enjoyed it as much, and he understood her weakness for seeing her own ichor.

Seeing that she was relaxed and enjoying his ministrations, he began placing searing kisses on her right thigh, causing her to twitch and flinch. He glanced up to make sure her eyes were closed, and to his satisfaction they were. He then began to slip one finger past her entrance, following the grips of her walls. Fully hilted, he stroked around her insides to get a feel for her anatomy, to map out in his head where she felt the best. There was one spot far in the back that had her keening for more, and once he figured out her rhythm, he pulled that finger out only to insert two more. That definitely had her crying out, so he began placing his kisses again, soft whispers of incantations against her flesh. Feeling ready to truly start the symphony, he focused his gaze solely on her and her alone.

Slowly, he started to work her open, his two fingers twisting and turning, stoking her fires. When he felt her start to open, he sank his fingers further and found that sweet spot toward the back and began to use and abuse it for her pleasure. He was learning her buttons to push as her body was his new playground to explore. It was when her body started to writhe, her breaths quickening, and her cunt tightening down around his digits that he became hyperaware, listening for specific cues from her. He had to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

And that perfect moment came quickly as she started to roll her hips, her moans becoming more staccato, the very walls wrapped around his fingers beginning to flutter.

There she is.

"Merci," he whispered.

[Thank you]

All at once, just as she met with her third orgasm of the night, Lucifer sank his fangs down onto her thigh, extending to pierce the femoral artery. She felt merely a pinch followed by a warm tingling at the site of his bite as it all flowed together with her release. Lucifer kept his fingers pumping rhythmically in her pussy, making sure to hit that sweet spot, all while tasting her saccharine ichor. He flinched at first, surprised by the taste, but it wasn't bad, far from it. He'd never tasted someone so... sugary.

Maybe I should have saved this for after dinner this evening... he thought.

Nonetheless, she was an exquisite flavor, sweet like a delicious metallic honey, with dark notes of bitter like a warm coffee. If this was sin, he'd never want to be saved after having a drink like this.

For Altaira, her pleasure flowed in and out of her body, her orgasm continuing to fluctuate with the tide of what Lucifer delivered to her. It felt like her release would simply never end, to which she could be fine with that. Lucifer moved his free arm out to take her hand as she grabbed the sheets, and he held it as he carried her through her pleasure. As barbaric as this was, in some regards, he wanted the intimacy behind it, too.

Though, he had other reasons for the sweet gesture. She kept a tight hold on his hand for a long time, feeling the throes of pleasure for so much longer than she ever thought possible. But it was when her grip loosened, her hips becoming still, and her voice sounded thick with sleep that he let her go. He retracted his fangs and laved his tongue over the puncture marks to stop the flow with magic. His fingers slowly slipped out of her cunt, and he admired the webbing of slick and blood on them. After earning his admiration, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and enjoyed her flavor more.

With his hand cleaned off, he slowly crawled onto the bed, on top of her, and kissed her cheek.

"Darling, tap your finger if you can hear me," he called to her softly. He immediately felt her tap once. A soft smile smeared his lips, and he kissed her forehead as well. "Are you in pain? One for yes, two for no," he added. He felt two taps. "Very good. Would you like to take a break? One for yes, two for no." One tap. "Very well, sweetness. Let me get you comfortable."

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Later that same morning, Mammon and Amso finally made their appearances, haphazard looking, in the kitchen. Levi snorted and Satan smirked at their sorry appearances.

"Well, well, well, look at what the hellbeast drug in," Satan cooed mockingly. He dropped the act and got serious. "You look terrible."

"We know," Mammon groaned, swiping at Satan and missing by a long shot.

Beel and Belphie rolled around the corner to the kitchen after hearing the commotion.

"Didn't Altaira go with you guys? Where is she?" Belphie pointed out, looking around.

Satan shrugged. "It looked like she was still in bed when I strolled by to wake her up. I assume her sugar is messed up and she's not hungry yet," he replied.

Belphie tilted his head. "She's not in her bed. When I went in there just a few minutes ago, it was just pillows."

Everyone looked around, and Satan turned off the stove.

"We obviously have to look for her," Levi pointed out. They all nodded in agreement.

Satan and Belphie led the way to look for her, with the other four brothers trailing behind as they searched the House. They had checked all likely places she could have been in the House, starting with her room and the observatory first, followed by the rest of the bedrooms. Even Lucifer's room was empty, to their dismay.

Finally, they convened in the library and stood around, trying to figure out where she could have gone.

"You did come home with her, right? Not a succubus in her form?" Satan groaned, holding his head in his hand as he questioned Mammon and Asmo about the previous night.

"For the hundredth time, yes!" Mammon barked.

"Mammon, don't shout. My head hurts," Asmo whined, laying in a settee dramatically, with his arm over his eyes.

Beel stood there listening until something caught his attention, a particular smell he was sure he'd smelled before, but couldn't quite place. He followed the trail to Lucifer's office door, and he pressed the hidden button he'd learned a while ago.

"Uh..." Beel mumbled.

The brothers looked over and quickly met Beel's side where they saw what had his attention.

Inside Lucifer's office was Altaira sprawled out on his desk, legs spread wide with her head hanging off the front edge of the desk with her mouth open in ecstasy and breasts bouncing with every thrust she took. Between her legs stood Lucifer holding them as far apart as possible, pounding away his cock into her leaking cunt. Both were as naked as the day was long, and each of the brothers went pale as they watched the entire thing unfold, or rather, watched Lucifer unfold Altaira further, and further...

"What the fuck, Lucifer!" Satan barked, turning away first to cover his eyes. "The hells is wrong with you?!"

Lucifer's head snapped up, and he snarled at the intrusion. "Get out, all of you," he barked. Altaira's eyes opened, and she saw the six brothers upside down from her view and grinned. They began to scatter, except Asmo, who just admired the two, before Mammon came back with his eyes covered to drag his younger brother away.

Altaira pulled her head up some to look at Lucifer. "Are you good to continue? Or do you want to stop?"

"Oh, I'm not stopping now. I've merely had a taste of you, and I'm not letting go just yet."

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[my-soupy-brain]

Feeling so anxious tonight and wish I had ted to help take my mind off things :(

I have quite a few prompts about Ted helping folks calm down, manage anxiety, etc. So this is for you all. Also: I hope you find some peace and inner grace. Take a beat, take some space. You're beautiful unicorns filled with magic. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Anxiety, comfort, cuteness

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Ted got anxious, you knew this.

The way you helped him through it is what attracted him to you. He felt safe with you. Your calming presence, the way you sometimes held his hand, or helped him breathe.

You'd not shown Ted your anxious side. Not yet.

Calm, cool, and collected. That's how you tried to roll.

You'd always tried to keep your anxiety to yourself. You didn't grow up with a great deal of emotional regulation, so just swallow it and soldier on.

But tonight, you'd do anything for your brain to just... quiet.

You were pacing around the apartment when Ted came to the door and you forgot entirely that he was stopping by for a movie date night.

When you opened the door, you forced a smile, but he could see your frazzled state. Your eyes big and worried, your face a bit pale. Even the puff of breaths from your lips that were shorter than usual.

"Honey?" Ted said, his expressive eyebrows bunching together as he looked at you.

"Yeah? Yeah! I'm fine, come on in. I'll...I'll order us some..."

As you turned to walk away, Ted grabbed your hand, and it was clammy from the anxiety.

He stepped into the house and pulled you to his chest, wrapping his big, warm arms around you.

"Shhh, what's goin' on in that noodle, noodle? I can see it runnin' a mile a minute."

You try to even your breathing. You try.

And you try to hold back the tears. You try.

But your breath is short and sharp again, the tears spilling out.

"I don't know, I just... I can't settle down! I'm so anxious. Work has been hard. I've been having... just all these thoughts... about myself and if I'm good enough at what I'm doing. Am I good a friend? Am I good enough for you? I just can't seem to get a hold of it. And when I think I do..."

Ted can hear the speed in your voice as you rattle off all the thoughts running around your brain.

He doesn't shush you. He doesn't laugh. He doesn't even smile. He nods, and slowly walks you to your couch.

When he sits down, still listening to your lips spill out all your frustrations and nerves, he brings you to his chest with his arm around you securely.

"You can tell me if I'm going crazy, Ted," you finally say. Ted squeezes you and kisses the crown of your head.

"Aw, darlin'. If you're crazy then we're all crazy. And all I know I'm crazy about you..."

You muster a true smile for the first time in hours.

Ted's voice is soft and sweet. His drawl was a little slower, his eyes kind. He's exuding a calm energy your soul is trying to latch onto.

"How about this..." he says calmly, the rumble of his voice in his chest making you feel a bit easier already.

"You go put some cozy clothes on, I'll change into mine since I'm stayin' the night," he says with a smile on his lips. "And I'll order us some take-out and we'll have our movie night, and I'll rub those piggies and we'll find a little way to escape together, OK?"

You nod and agree, taking a deep breath he can hear still shuddering.

He walks you to your room, helping you change clothes, your arms and legs feeling like lead weights after all the anxiety.

When he gets you back to the couch, he delivers a blanket and grabs his phone. He knows what you both like after a long week and places an order for your favorite comfort food.

When the food comes, you and Ted eat...slowly. Calmly. Quietly. He tells you about his day, and you feel relieved to have somewhere else to direct your brain.

He cleans it up, and comes back into the living room, turning down the lights, and starting up the movie -- a rom-com, thankfully -- that you both wanted to see.

He brings your feet to his lap, his thumbs working against the arches and the pressure just right to feel your body go a little limp from relaxation.

But you don't like being that far away, so when he's given attention to each of your feet -- he thinks they're so cute and he loves giving you attention -- you crawl back over under his arm, propped and waiting for you.

"Hi darlin,'" he whispers to your hair, kissing you ever-so-softly on your head again. "How ya feelin'?"

You nod, your eyes connecting with his beautiful dark hazel orbs.

"Better, I think."

"Yeah? Good, sugar. That's what I wanted to hear."

The movie goes on and Ted holds you closer, and all this love and devotion he's shown has your brain at ease but your body worked up. When your hand drifts down his chest and tummy to the edge of his pants, his breath changes. "Whatcha doin' down there?" he says, his voice low and husky. You only look up and smile coyly.

"Maybe we need the next round of Ted care, hm?" he says, finding your chin, holding it gently, and kissing you.

"I think so," you murmur to his lips.

"I think so, too..." he says, as he stands up and hauls you to your bedroom.

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Ted would be the ultimate comfort... food? Boyfriend? Both? All? I love him so much. And I hope you're feeling better, lovely! Take care of yourself. Pamper, pamper, pamper.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you

[sucantslay]

BELIEVE 4 LEAVE ANALYSIS ( PART 1/2)

Eating noodles*

Uhm, since Believe 4 leave is coming out soon, might as well watch the translated lyrics for fun.

Song start playing*

"To the thing that you can't see, is there really an end to all of that?"

Noodles drop*

Ya know what, eating is needed, but analysis this song is more important right now!

Uhm...so, *wear my weird-looking but cool-ass glasses on* let's get into it shall we? ALKALOID P? MayoiP?

So before we actually get into the song lyrics, I would like to remind you something about Mayoi.

He's a little freak, a little cute freak that most of the fans can relate to.

Mostly because of his low self-esteem, he gets scared easily and goes from "Haha" to "I SHOULDN'T HAVE LIVE ANYMORE" really quickly.

Few of the first chapters from the main story until recently, even if it is a small thing, he did change. He doesn't usually talk that much, not even in any conversation with other members or outside people in ES.

He's in his own world, his own thoughts for most of the time. If he did say anything, it was either praising others, talking badly about himself, or simply a scream, panic for help.

But later on, he talks more and more, more open about himself. Even if he still has that low self-esteem within him, he's happy that everyone didn't push him away.

And the song covers up some of that Mayoi character in it! It really hit the right spot if you look close enough.

From the first line:

It not really a happy feeling, it more of an unsettled situation where Mayoi couldn't know if any of this going to end of continue to suffocate him to death.

I think this is talking about his first time going out to the outside world and couldn't easily run away like all the other time ( he run away from the hospital once ).

Tatsumi going to catch him back, Hiiro can sense him present, his form has being review to the world outside. But more importantly, he got a Unit to be in, he can't no longer be the phantom that ghost this place with no hope and being agony in his own world anymore.

With that thought in mind, he have to chose, to move forward or giving up and continue hiding.

At first, Mayoi didn't have the chose but to go along with other members, he's being push to continue:

the word "Binoculars" here is not only represent for a binoculars the Airship cool MV, but also about look into the future far ahead.

As he whispered: "I can't really do this, can i? I'm not that good of a person, how can a hideous person like me even deserve a place of happiness like them."

But in his hand was a binoculars, a device to look for the far distance, a further future, even if it was something small and hard to detect, he did in-fact, want to be as beautiful and fill with joy as them.

Yet he fill with nothing but anxious

But he didn't stop, he continue, in his head scream pain and agony yet he show no sigh of stop.

Because everyone still needs him, the team need him to help with their training, Tatsumi needs him to help with his yet to completely recover leg. Hiiro and Aira still need a person to relied on when Tatsumi wasn't around.

He can't stop now! ALKALOID NEED HIM!

I love this line sooooo muchhhhh, it not just about Mayoi, it about ALKALOID itself. About Tatsumi, about Aira and about Hiiro:

We're be able to dream! And we'll continue to dream from this every moment on!

Yes! they accept that their just stupids little bastard, but in that way, if stupids bastard like them were allowed to dream big? They won't stop now!

They announced that, this is all just a beginning

And the journey may be rough, but they won't scare to try out, if that what helps them achieve their long lasting dream.

Than we shift back to Mayoi:

As his little dream now is no longer a small bit of hope, but something that he himself and ALKALOID are chasing with.

He's not alone.

The ALKALOID are with him.

Ah fick that! They said: "We go on this journey with risk at hand!"

Maybe we'll fail, but with that mistake, we'll do it better next time.

And the next lyrics! They are also my favorite!

It LITERALLY about how fourth members represent for, and it even more meaningful when you read the main story!

Hiiro: Was despair when his brother leave him but find hope in ALKALOID.

Aira: Despair for love, you can spot this very easy from the fact that Aira don't really like himself that much, he scare and hate and just a little boy finding his way, so ALKALOID gave him love! The love that he deserves.

Ok...I'm so sorry but Tumblr don't allowed me to put more than 10 pic in here. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALKALOID I MUST!

THIS WILL BE 1/2 PART, YOU CAN FIND THE 2/2 PART ON MY PAGE. ( if can't, just use the analysis about b4l tag down there )

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!

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[lostinbooks14]

Times in the Wilderness

Noodles Acts Cool

Leo waited for Piper to come meet him at the door of the Math classroom. Dylan had stayed behind to wait with him in the empty hallway, which was not comforting at all. An aura of death and blood still count to him, which didn't make sense. If anything, it should be clinging to him. He doubted Dylan, no matter how muscly he was, had the guts to actually kill someone- but then again, neither did he.

"That was quite the performance back there huh, noodles?"

He looked at him in confusion, wondering if he was talking to him. Noodles?

"I've never heard you talking, you know. Are you actually mute though?"

He shook his head, which was probably not solid proof, but thankfully Piper came.

"Hey, Dylan...Nice of you to wait but we're all good now," she waved goodbye and hurriedly walked away, Leo at her heels.

"No offense to Dylan, but I'm not really a huge fan. He feels...off, somehow. You feel it too?"

So he wasn't the only one. He nodded.

"I don't mind when we're in crowded places, but a deserted hallway, eh...not so much."

The afternoon went by quickly. Piper took him around the school, talking about clubs and societies and sports he might want to try out (he definetely would not). She also gave a running commentary on all the teachers and most of the students they saw, so that by the end of the day, he was exhausted and knew too much about guys who ate their own boogers.

Leo had mumbled said a goodbye at his dorm room door, not wanting Piper to see what would most likely be a horrible first meeting.

He pushed open the door to see his four roommates. He knew, ultimately, that he had to get along with them. The others were older than him, and only stayed with him when he was with Piper- these kids though, stayed with him when he slept. He had to make sure he was safe.

He held up a hand and grinned. He could be pretty convincing when need be. "Hey, folks! I'm Leo the newbie, now your other roommate. Pleased to meet you."

A black guy as wide as Leo but about a foot taller spoke up, "you our age? Didn't see you in class."

He gave a carefree laugh, "hah, yeah. I got put in a Year 10 class for some reason, though. Apparently I'm 'advanced'," he chortled. "Dumb shit. I can't even read one sentence with my dyslexia doing my brain in. I swear once I read 'underwater' as 'underwear' in front of the dang principal. No regrets though, he was a major arsehole."

The guy's lips quirked at that. A short, fat guy gave a snort. And the other two were smiling. Game won.

"I'm Julius. You seem like a fun guy, Leo. I get the feeling we'll get along. I'm here cause I bit off my old man's fingers by the way."

"I'm Simon. Drug addict or whatever." That was the short fat guy with the pale skin that seemed to peel off his body. He'd been like that for a while too, he recalled. Maybe not that bad though.

"Minho." A buff East-Asian guy. "Stole a bunch of dogs. Them people thought I was gonna eat them."

"Were you?"

He scoffed.

"Nah, I set all 44 loose in the nearby Target for fun. Them huskies went all out on em pork chops."

"Mike," the blond dude grinned. "Here for anger management issues. At least that's what my dad said when I broke his new car with a hammer."

Violent. Ok. Definetely NOT safe.

"What are you here for?"

Oh shit... but then again, he doubted anyone would believe this bunch of psychos if they evrr decided to tell anyone, so he decided to tell the truth. Some of it, at least.

"Drug addict. Ran away from a bunch of foster homes and an orphanage. Permenantly injured the last dude who decided it was a good idea to let me in their home." He decided not to mention that it was self-defense, since the psycho had tried to tie him back down on that horrible, gruesome, stinking bed he'd been trapped on for three fricking months.

Or that he had murdered people.

Leo found that whenever he put on this act, his mind would put it on too. Everything that had kept him screaming and crying in his bed last night suddenly seemed much more comical and light-hearted. But there was only so much time you could block a volcano.

So Leo had decided to let the lava leave at an average constant rate, instead of suddenly letting it all explode and burn everything to the ground .

With his terrifying fire powers, that was an actual possibility.

"Sick, dude." Liam gave him a finger gun.

He gave back two before plopping down on his bed as the bell rang.

"Lights out in ten?"

"Thirty. Now's bathroom time. The matron comes around to check on us afterwards. After that it's back to gossiping."

"Matron?"

"She'll introduce herself in the morning. Explain where your dirty undies go and all that."

"OK? Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling pretty tired after driving halfway through the country, so I'm gonna crash."

Minho gave a thumbs up. "I'm feeling kinda tired too. Friday and all. I'll crash too."

"Same," Julius agreed. Simon seemed put out but didn't argue.

...

Leo took off the towel he always used to cover mirrors after slipping in to his clothes. It was something he'd picked up at his first orphanage. He didn't need to see his skinny, bruised, and carved body twice a day. He didn't need to see it at all, actually. So the towel worked great.

He was the last to use the bathroom, so the lights went out as soon as he got into bed. The Matron had come around before he went in, a strict, short woman who clearly hated her job, and snapped at them a bit. Then she snapped at him a bit more and promptly dissapeared.

Leo liked the bed, it was comfy but not too comfy. He'd never had a bed at this specific level of comfort before, except when he slept with his mom, so he sank in, feeling his eyes droop. He vaguely recalled that he was going to stay up just in case he had a nightmare (or someome decided to murder him) before he was pulled headfirst into one.

@im-always-lost-in-a-book glad to see you're enjoying it❤. And English isn't my first language so please excuse any weird grammar mistakes😅.

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[sirsell]

I'm here

Quick authors note: This is the sixth chapter of my story I'm here. You can find the first chapter here.

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English is not my first language so please correct me if you find any mistakes.

Series Masterlist

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Chapter 6

Three weeks had gone by since then and now I was sitting on the couch in Scarlett's New York Apartment. Our flight had arrived around 5pm and now it was 7pm and I was sitting on the couch, after I was told to sit and wait while she made dinner. "Baby. Dinners ready, if you want you can come into the kitchen." I turned my head and saw Scarlett standing in the kitchen, her back to me. Her hair was pulled up in a bun and she was wearing a big, white sweater. I got up and walked towards the kitchen. "You need help?" I asked, looking around, trying to find something to do. "No, it's all good. Go sit down and wait. I thought maybe we could go shopping tomorrow. To get some stuff for your room and for the school." Scarlett suggested and I nodded. "Okay, but you really don't need to pay for me. I've got everything I have." I quickly said, giving her a short smile.

"Lottie. Your shoes are like two numbers to small, you don't have anything for your new school and almost new clothes. We need to get you some stuff." She answered quickly and I just shrugged, but she just smiled and put the pot with noodles onto the table, before she set the table with two plates and cutlery.

"What do you want to drink? We've got water or apple juice." "Uhm water please." She nodded and poured water into my glass. "I hope you like it." She smiled and we started to eat. Even though it was a simple dish it was nice and better than anything I would've had at home right now. "I was thinking we could watch a movie after dinner." I nodded a little, but didn't give her a specific answer. So she just sighed but nodded. "If you'd like, we could watch one of your old movies. You know one of those you played in as a kid." She asked and gave me a big smile. "Sure. If you'd like." She laughed out loud. "Most actors don't want to see their old movies." "Well I've never seen them apart from the premiere."  She looked surprised. "Really? We gotta see them. Which movie was it again. The last Mimzy and The legend of Longwood. Right?"  I nodded and continued to eat. Scarlett was dine and waited for me to finish. But I was slowly getting full. "I'm done." I mumbled and she nodded but I could see that she wasn't satisfied and wanted me to eat more. "Alright. I'll clean up. You go sit down and see if you find the movies on Netflix or something. " "Kay." I got up and sat back down on the couch, turning the TV on and scrolling through the Pay TV options till I found The Last Mimzy. 

"Look what I found." Scarlett took a seat next to me and put down two small bowls with sweets. "Let's start." I leaned back as I watched the movie. Every now and then I started to laugh at the memories of filming the movie coming back. "Thanks for watching this movie with me." 

"Come on let's get you to bed." She gave me a little smile while turning the TV off. I nodded and followed her up the stairs. "This is your room. Tomorrow we'll pick up some stuff you like, but if you need something tonight. Just tell me okay?" I nodded and gave her a short smile. "Thanks."She nodded and gave me a short hug, before she left the room. I opened my bag and pulled out my Pj's. The lamp in the bathroom flickered when I turned it but it illuminated the small room. I slipped on my Pjs and brushed my teeth before turning the light off and curling up under the blanket. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, since I was absolutely exhausted. 

The next thing I knew was Scarlett gently shaking me awake. "Good morning." I looked up at her before lifting my arm and putting my hand over my eyes, in hopes to block out the light. "Morning." I mumbled back. "Get up Lottie. We have a lot to do today." I sighed but sat up and started getting ready for the day. Scarlett was already waiting in the kitchen, fully dressed, wearing makeup, completely awake and most importantly she had finished preparing breakfast. "After we finished breakfast we'll go shopping. You need new clothes and some stuff for school and if you want things for your room." I just nodded while drinking the hot chocolate she had put down in front of me. She handed me a bowl of oatmeal and fruits.

"I think we should go there first."  She said about forty minutes later in the middle of a shopping center. I followed her gaze to the H&M and just nodded, not caring as long as we'd be home soon. "Do you like this?" She held up a dark blue sweater and I nodded, thankfully she wasn't showing me a dress. "Yeah that's nice." She sighed, but nodded. "Why don't you take a look for  yourself and pick some stuff you like? When you come back I'd like to see five things that you'd like to wear, okay?" "Okay." I started to walk around the store and look at the clothes just to come back with three sweaters, two black with a white print and one dark blue, and a checkered shirt. She nodded and started to pull out stuff in exactly my style, almost every thing she showed me I liked. 

"Okay now shoes and school things." The blonde said as she pulled me to the register and paid, making me feel bad. "I'll pay you back." I promised but she just shook her head. "You're officially my daughter, stop thinking about it." I nodded, but was still biting on my lip. "Now let's go there." I followed her into a stationary store, where apart from dozens of pencils I also had to choose notepads. "You'll need them once you go back to school." Because apparently I'd start a new school here in New York in a few days. A new school with new teachers and new students. I had tried to persuade Scarlett to teach me at home but she was against it. 'You need friends your age'. Was her argument and afterwards she ended the discussion.

By now we were back in the apartment, where I was laying on my bed trying to sleep. Tomorrow we'd decorate my room and since we had been out for most of the day Scarlett had sent me to bed early, but I couldn't sleep. Restless I turned from side to side, trying to relax, counting sheep, but nothing helped. After a whole while of restless moving I got up to get me something to drink. "Lottie why are you still awake?" Apparently Scarlett was also awake, since she was sitting at the table, looking through some files. "Can't sleep." I mumbled, pouring myself a glass of water. "Why not?" She had closed the files and gave me her whole attention. I started to drink my water to get a second to gather my thoughts, but in the end I just shrugged and put the glass into the sink. "Come I'll get you back to bed." She gently pulled me with my hand back into my room, where she got into bed next to me and started to stroke through my hair. "Close your eyes baby." She whispered and her fingers were lightly scratching over my scalp, my head was laying close to her chest, so I could hear her heart beat slow and calm. Lulling me to sleep. "Good night." I heard and felt her lips onto my forehead and fell asleep.

*Scarletts P.o.V.* 

I watched the sleeping child in my arms. Her hair was open and framed her calm face. Her breath was calm and I felt her whole body relax. While watching her I remembered the file I had read just before. It was a recommendation from her social worker to take her to a psychologist, before the trial would start, because she had to give her statement and we were worried she wouldn't be able to give it, without breaking down. I already knew she'd hate it, but it would probably help her. Maybe she'd sleep better and feel less scared to do something wrong.

#marvel cast #marvel cast x teen!reader #marvel cast × child!reader #scarlett johannson × daughter!reader

[tiaamorosa]

Sunset Died - Bunch Family (2)

At the hospital, Judy has an interesting conversation with Yumi. "I was at the town hall two days ago and handed in my Testament. "/"oh, I thought you would have done that a long time ago"/"no, when my son was still alive, I hadn't given it much thought. But now… It's important to me that Sam is well when I'm gone. I don't want him to end up in an orphanage or with the wrong people.“.

"and who did you have in mind instead? would you like to hand over guardianship to someone?"/ "yes,… things are going very well for the little one at the moment, Morgana and her husband are taking very good care of him…". Judy raised her eyebrows with a smile. "The two of them?"/ "mhm. And I really hope he'll be fine. Besides, I don't think it will be long before they have a family of their own." Judy had to smile a little. "my goodness, the things you notice, hnhn…".

"Well, it's unavoidable to hear something in this house that you shouldn't necessarily hear. But I very much hope that they will accept my wish"/ "I hope so… And if not, I'm sure we'll find another solution, you won't be alone, Sam"/ "I'd at least like to see my son's gravestone given a good place in the cemetery"/ "You will, I promise".

Later, while the children are busy with themselves and the wife is on her way home, Jack takes care of the garden. It's a miracle that the blast didn't tear the apple trees out of the ground. The ones he had planted before his children were born. "I might have to get rid of the weeds".

It's just after 8 p.m. when Judy arrives back home. And Jack is always happy when she's back. Since his accident, he has been concentrating more on his family and getting to know and appreciate his wife again. "it's good to have you home again".

"I always come home, Jack"/ "I know. But since this thing, I've just become a bit more sensitive. It's almost embarrassing… I'm actually in the military and I'm used to other things. I've seen comrades die… And friends here…"/ "And I'm still here. I need your help, Jack, or rather Morgana and Jamie".

They sat down together on the sofa. "What's wrong with them?"/ "There's nothing wrong with them, but they would like to expand their equipment for the infirmary. They found an intact X-ray machine in the cellar under the old hospital. But it doesn't work without electricity…"/ "mhm, that's logical, yes"…

"They would need a generator to get the thing running. and they would only ever switch it on when they really need it. After that, it's turned off again, to save gas, of course"/ "finding a generator isn't the hardest thing, but gas?"/ "maybe at the old gas station? It can't all have been burnt there"/ "no".

"It's been a while, there was a rumor that they had found an underground pipe through which the petrol was pumped out of the filling station and diverted"/ "and where to?"/ "The old warehouse,…they've probably already sold it all on the black market"/ "do you think? Maybe there are still some leftovers there…"/ "Nobody drives here by car anymore anyway".

"That doesn't have to mean anything, Jack. There's bound to be something else. Can't you check?"/ "hmm…"/ "Or ask Xander. He may have chosen the wrong side, but he's got his heart in the right place… He works there"/ "Well, you can't call it work either… OK, is there still time until tomorrow?"/ "Sure. I'll make us dinner now".

While Judy is preparing dinner, her son can come to her. "Couldn't Holly stay?"/ "No, she wanted to be a decent daughter and sleep between mommy and daddy again."/ "She's not really doing that?"/ "No, of course not,… What are you making?"/ "Cheese noodles"/ "with that disgusting milk powder? Oh man… Do you know what would be important here? A few cows"/ "and where should we get them?"/ "yeah… good question…".

The day draws to a close and night falls. Lisa managed to be home in time for dinner. She was supposed to be home earlier, but… As is the case with teenagers, they always find it hard to get away from each other.

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End of Part 2

@greenplumbboblover 💓

Poses by @poses-by-bee 🥰

#sims3 #screenshots #simsstories #sims3 story #sunset died #post apocalyptic #bunch family #judy bunch #jack bunch #ethan bunch #yumi sekemoto

[nebulein]

The cat already changed his insta header to the senators 😭😭

"Shit." It just occurred to him.

"What," Dylan asks, stretched out on the couch next to him, not looking up from his doomscrolling on Twitter. At least some things never change.

Alex bites his lip. "I'm gonna have to do an Insta post, won't I?"

"Oh, yeah." Dylan looks irritatingly unbothered by the revelation. Alex kicks his ankle. At least that gets Dylan to look at him, even if he's making an outraged 'what was that for' face.

"I don't even know what to say!"

Sure, there'd been rumors for months, but it's the NHL. When weren't there rumors. Alex had somehow, stupidly, foolishly, always thought he'd be a part of whatever rebuild would be happening. Well. Looks like Kyle had had other plans. Maybe Alex should've put more stock in the increasingly pinched looks Jonny had been wearing after every meeting with the FO, but it's a moot point now.

"Oh, pssh, that's easy. I basically had a draft sitting ready in my notes since forever," Dylan waves him off, face already buried in his Twitter timeline again. "I wanna thank the team and the fans for an amazing time in Chicago," he drones on, voice entirely flat like he's reading this out, except Alex can see that all Dylan's got open right now is a video of Noodle. Apparently it's a super bones day. "And then you go on, like, super excited to come play in," Dylan frowns, faltering.

"Ottawa," Alex supplies.

"Ottawa," Dylan repeats, like it's the first time he's heard it, like Alex hasn't been freaking out about this trade for the last hour and a half.

"How's your own talks going?" Alex asks more to keep Dylan talking than anything. He still doesn't know how to feel about this damn trade. "And send me that draft, will ya?"

"Yeah, sure." Dylan nods absently, chewing on the drawstring of his hoodie, tapping away on his phone before throwing it to the side with a huff, finally looking at Alex. "You know how talks are going, man, there are no talks."

It used to make Alex' heart sink. Now, though, it's maybe not so bad. Alex won't be in Chicago anymore anyways, there's really no reason for Dylan to stay here any longer, either. Not when the Hawks never could see what they had in Dylan.

Alex's phone buzzes with a text. He pulls up the notes app, copies over what Dylan has sent him and starts editing to make it sound like himself. It's a good starting point. Alex very carefully doesn't think about what it means that Dylan has had this draft on his phone since who knows how long, ready to whip it out whenever. All it's missing is the new team name. He deletes the XXXs, fills it in with 'Senators' instead.

Dylan's an RFA, but with the Hawks not even offer sheeting him he's basically free to sign wherever.

"What does Morris say?"

Dylan sighs. "That we'll talk next week. But he asked if I had any, like, destinations in mind."

Dylan makes a face. Alex hums in agreement. He doesn't want to move, either. The mere idea of having to pack up this whole house, with Archie and Burt and Ralph, and move it all to a whole different country... it's a lot.

Still. Ottawa isn't the worst place in the world. And then Alex has an idea. It doesn't take him long to find it, there's always someone quick to do those jersey swaps and Alex only feels a little bad swiping the picture without asking. This is more important though.

By the time he's done he's got a post on Instagram thanking the Hawks for five wonderful years, likes count already going up as Alex watches, and a shiny new Insta bio and profile pic. At least this way Dylan will hopefully remember who Alex plays for now.

"How do you feel about moving to Canada?"

#nonnie i absolutely don't know what happened but I'm choosing to believe this is how it all went down #because sometimes self-care is filling your brain with lovely headcanons instead 😌 #i know this wasn't a prompt apparently my brain is just incapable of producing answers like a normal human being rn 😆😅 #enjoy #neb writes #nonnie asks #stromecat #hockey boyfriends #alex debrincat #dylan strome #chicago blackhawks #hockey baby

[ferrah-fang]

Why XQC and Hasan Were Never Friends

Made this masterpiece with the help of NovelAI, hope you all enjoy!

XQC curled up on the floor, his 6'2 body neatly tucked into a fetal position. Being in Los Angeles was lonely, but even more so now that he had caught covid. Despite being a guest at Ludwig's they all avoided him like the plague. Just goes to show what happens when people see a moment of weakness in the number one streamer. They probably hoped it would put him out of the game long enough that they could rise above. He pushed those dark thoughts to the back of his mind. There was one in their friend group who wouldn't want him to think like that. That man was also here in this city. Hasan. Who knew what he was up to right now, XQC pondered if he should text him that he's sick. Would he come running? Probably not.

"You're going to eat something." Ludwig said as he walked into the room carrying two bowls of ramen. "Come on, we don't have time for you to be moping around. We've been waiting for you to get back. You know how bad things can get for us after a week without you."

XQC sighed. He didn't believe that Ludwig and the others wanted him back, but he appreciated the sign of goodwill. It took his mind away from Hasan for a moment until Ludwig spoke again. "If you can get better in the next few days we'll do a disneyland stream, even Hasan can make it!" Ludwig said.

XQC smiled. His smile dropped when Ludwig mentioned Hasan. He couldn't bring himself to talk about him now. He had just spent an entire day avoiding him. He needed a distraction and food would be it.

He picked up one bowl with both hands and poured half the contents into his mouth. The noodles were soft and full of flavor. XQC hadn't eaten much since returning home, so he devoured the food quickly. Ludwig watched him, his face filled with jealousy. He had been hoping XQC would eat first, then they could talk. Ludwig was hungry too, but he didn't feel like eating alone.

"Hey Ludwig," XQC said as he wiped his lips. "Want some?" He offered the bowl to the smaller man.

Ludwig shook his head. He wasn't going to say no and he certainly didn't want to give XQC the satisfaction. "I'm good." Ludwig said.

"Alright." XQC said, putting his bowl down. He felt slightly guilty about taking Ludwig's food. He didn't need to eat, but Ludwig did. He left it where it was, knowing Ludwig was more than capable of finishing the meal. XQC got up off the floor and stretched.

The four of them had gathered in Ludwig's room. They weren't planning on doing anything special, just talking and playing games. XQC sat in a chair, watching the three other men play their game of choice. His phone buzzed. It was Hasan. He immediately replied to his friend.

<Hasan, I'm sick.>

<Aww, yeah! I missed that!>

"What's that?" Hasan asked.

"Nothing." Ludwig said, picking up XQC's discarded bowl and bringing it over to him.

"No way! You always keep food in your mouth! You must be really sick!"

"Yup." XQC said. He grabbed the bowl with both hands and began to eat again.

"See! My theory is true!" Hasan said.

"You never read my texts anyway, you're just jealous because I can eat fast."

"It's not because you can eat fast!"

"Why are you guys fighting?" Ludwig asked.

"We're not..." Xqc started before realizing that they were fighting.

He didn't want to fight with Hasan. He had special feelings for the 6'3 Turk. Although they disagreed on a lot often, XQC liked the Hasan always pushed him to be a better person even when XQC didn't want to be one.

Plus Hasan and XQC are both misogynists so they bond over that as well. Maybe some day they could do a misogyny stream! XQC thought to himself.

"Yeah we are. You're such a bitch, Hasan." Ludwig said.

"I am? When did I ever say that?"

"When you insulted XQC!" Ludwig said.

"Okay, fine, I guess I have said that once or twice." Hasan admitted.

"Once or twice? You're lucky I love you!" Ludwig laughed.

"Do you really love me?" Hasan asked.

"Of course. Why else would I tolerate you?" Ludwig answered.

"Because I'm your best friend," Hasan said.

"That's why." Ludwig agreed.

"Well, thanks for being tolerant of me, Ludwig. I really appreciate it." Hasan said.

"I mean, I'm not super happy about it right now, but I will survive." Ludwig answered.

"So am I a bad boyfriend, Ludwig?" Hasan asked.

"Oh fuck off. You're not my boyfriend."

Ludwig knew Hasan had the hots for XQC, but he wasn't about to let him know. They needed to learn how to work things out between themselves instead of dragging him in to be the mediator all the time.

Suddenly, QTcinderella knocked on the door. She called to Ludwig and told him he was needed downstairs. He politely excused himself from the room leaving Hasan and XQC alone. XQC blushed lightly when he realized they were alone together for the first time in a while. He wondered if the others could hear them.

"How are you feeling, Hasan?" XQC asked.

"Not great. I've been feeling sick lately. I think I may actually be getting sick."

"Is there something you haven't told us?" XQC asked.

"It's nothing like that. I'm just worried I might be pregnant."

XQC's eyes went wide. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I don't know how to take care of kids. I have absolutely no experience."

XQC looked shocked. "Did you use protection?"

"Of course. I used condoms every single time!"

"Then maybe you should go see a doctor." XQC suggested.

Hasan shrugged. "It's just that I feel terrible.

"Whose baby do you think it is?" XQC asked Hasan.

"I don't know. It could be anyone's."

"Hey! We all know whose it is!" Ludwig shouted from the other room.

"You mean...you think it's mine?" Hasan asked.

"That doesn't make sense Hasan, you can't get yourself pregnant. If you are pregnant it has to be with someone else. Unless, can you reproduce asexually?" XQC asked.

Hasan sighed. "I guess I'll ask one of those doctors."

"Don't worry, Hasan. I'll help you raise the kid," XQC assured him.

"Thanks, XQC." Hasan smiled.

"It's okay, Hasan," Ludwig said from behind them. "I know how to take care of kids too. I mean I technically already am raising XQC."

The next day XQC drove Hasan to the doctor to see if he is pregnant. Ludwig couldn't come, he had to fly on an airplane to the other side of the world for a Mr.Beast youtube video. He would be gone at least three days.

"Good news, Hasan! You're not pregnant!" The doctor said.

Hasan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god."

"Let's take a look though," the doctor continued.

She took out some equipment and examined Hasan's penis and testicles. Then she told him to turn around.

"What does this tell you?"

"Aha! Here's the problem!"

"Oh no..." Hasan said quietly.

"You're an omega! you just went through your first heat cycle. Here I'll give you heat supressants to take home. Make sure you take them or you could get pregnant! Also that young alpha out there, what was his name? XQC, you should stick around him. His alpha peromones will help keep your heat cycle regular!"

"Thank you, Doctor."

After that, Ludwig arrived from the other side of the globe. He would be staying at Ludwig's house until he left for his next adventure.

"Hey guys, I'm here!" Ludwig shouted as he came into the living room.

"Hey, Ludwig. What happened to your arm?" Hasan asked.

"Oh, I got hurt filming. But don't worry, I'm fine now." He wasn't actually fine, Mr. Beast's video this time was a recreation of Junji Ito's Uzumaki. They all had to build row houses that spiraled towards the center of the pond. He didn't know how he got out of there but he was happy to be home. "Can't wait to talk about Mr. Beast's video on stream!"

"So, Hasan. Have you found anyone yet?" Ludwig asked.

"Well, I haven't been on any dates yet. But I did talk to my doctor and she gave me some medicine."

"What kind of medicine?" Ludwig asked.

"Heat suppressants. She said they would help regulate my heat cycles so that I wouldn't get pregnant."

"Ah, nice! That's good news for you. Now you can have sex without worrying about getting pregnant." Ludwig said.

"Yeah, thanks Ludwig."

Ludwig walked over to the table and grabbed a bowl of popcorn. "Come on, let's watch the vid!"

They sat in the living room and watched the video together.

***

"I thought you said you were going to stay with me and not with XQC?" Ludwig asked.

"I did say that. But after talking to the doctor I decided to stay with XQC."

"Why? You can't get pregnant you idiot." Ludwig pointed out.

"But I want to stay with XQC." Hasan admitted.

"Are you gay?" Ludwig asked.

"No, I'm not gay. I just like XQC." Hasan answered.

"I don't understand why you're doing this." Ludwig shook his head. "I have a girlfriend, you should be dating her."

"Yes, you do. And she's really pretty. But I want to date XQC. We're meant for eachother" Hasan responded.

"Why?"

"Because we've bonded. We're soul mates. I love him." Hasan said.

"He loves you too, Hasan." Ludwig reminded him.

"I know. That's why I need to be with him."

***

The next day there was a terrible news, apparently Ludwig wasn't supposed to talk about the new Mr. Beast video, in fact there was no video that ever came out. Ludwig was found dead in his bedroom and the last person to be seen leaving his house was Mr. Beast. Ludwig was never heard from again.

Hasan was devastated. He tried to go back to his old ways, but he felt empty. He couldn't stop thinking about Ludwig. He missed him terribly. Ludwig was still alive in his heart.

He put on his best black outfit, painted his nails black, and wore black pearls to the funeral. Everyone was sad. XQC walked up to Hasan.

"I haven't heard from you in a while Hasan" XQC told Hasan.

"How are you doing?" Hasan asked.

"I'm okay. How have you been?"

"I miss Ludwig."

"I know."

"I think he died because he loved you. He wanted to be with you. And he couldn't be with you anymore. So, he killed himself."

"No, I'm pretty sure Mr. Beast killed him."

"Do you really believe that?"

"I don't know. I just feel like it must be true."

"You've been crying a lot lately Hasan," XQC said.

"I don't want to talk about it right now." Hasan replied.

"It doesn't mean anything if you keep yourself away from everyone." XQC said.

"Okay. I'll come by later."

***

That night when Hasan went to bed he couldn't sleep. He had to call XQC. He dialed his number and a man picked up.

"Hello, who am I speaking to?" The voice asked.

"XQC, it's me, Hasan."

There was a long pause before someone answered. "Who is this?"

"I'm Hasan. It's late, are you okay?"

"Oh, hey Hasan. Yeah, I'm fine."

"You haven't been answering my texts or calling me. What happened?"

"Sorry, I lost my phone. I've been trying to find it."

"Aww, you gotta get another one. I miss you, Hasan."

"I miss you too." Hasan said quietly.

"Listen, you should probably start coming around more often. It's been hard for us since Ludwig left."

"I know. Do you mind if I come by tomorrow?" Hasan asked.

"Sure, I'll meet you downstairs."

When Hasan woke up the next morning he got ready. When he opened the door, XQC was standing there waiting for him. He immediately kissed him passionately, he had been holding it in for so long. He had to be with him. He knew Ludwig was looking up at them from hell smiling that they finally did it.

"XQC, I want to make a baby with you" Hasan said.

"I want that too." XQC said.

They made love all day until Hasan could barely walk. XQC then carried him into the car, and headed down to Los Angeles. They went to Ludwig's house, and it was empty. Ludwig was never seen again.

***

Hasan has moved out of Ludwig's home. He lives with XQC. His channel is going well.

#xqc #hasan #fanfic #crack fic #novelai

[thegrimreaper-probably]

Chapter 4: We’re in some deep water

Masterlist

Summary: All Mights first class of hero training. You and Katauki are teamed up against Midoriya and Uraraka. 

Trigger warning: throwing up(just says you throw up not to bad, just letting you know cause I can’t deal with throw up either.)

Really quick here you’re hero fit! I tried my best with finding pictures bc I can’t draw that stuff so pants are black, shirt is blueish gray color shown in picture, the style of the shirt is the black one, black emt boot and harness is black. Have fun reading!

Classes fly by today and now it’s lunch. I get a special lunch made and sit with Katsuki. We sit alone for a few till Kirishima, Ashido and two others come to sit.

“Hey Fuka! Mind if we sit with you?” I shake my head no and they sit.

“Fuka this is Sero and Kaminari. You two this is Fuka.” Ashido say they wave and I nod back.

“So baby girl-.” I growl cutting Kaminari off.

“Don’t ever flirt with my again or I’m going to bite into your-.”

“So Fuka whatcha eatin?” Ashido cut in. I huff at her.

“Raw meat, I can’t eat vegetables, dairy, fruits, nuts though I can eat cooked meat just prefer raw.”

“SO YOU’VE NEVER EATEN ICE CREAM BEFORE?!” Kaminari yells making everyone look at us.

“No dipshit, she just fucking said she couldn’t.” Katsuki says.

“Anywho what’s your quirks?” Kirishima asks.

“I can shot acid out of my hands!” Ashido says.

“Shot tape out of my elbows.” Sero says.

“I got electricity~.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I’m so close to kill him.

“None of your fucking business.” Katsuki says

“Chill dude we’re just trying to have a convo.” Sero says

“I can do anything a shark does.”

“Oooh can you crush bones?” Kiri asks

“Yeah, bones, metal, plastic, rocks, anything basically.”

“Super manly! I can just make my skin rock hard.”

“Pffffffftttt.” I cover my month to hide the laugh.

“Jaws get your fat head out of the fucking gutters.” Katsuki shoves me and I keep laughing.

“You act as if my head ever been out of the gutters.” He rolls his eyes and eats some noodles.

“I don’t get.” Kirishima says

“Don’t you dare tell him!” Ashido says

“Toothy let’s go.” Katsuki gets up and throw his trash away and I follow with a wave to my friends. We head to class early. We talk for a bit and then more kids sit down.

“I AM HERE!” All Might say crashing into the class room.

“Coming through the door like a hero!” He poses and bunch of kids gasp and chatter about him. I tune out this part.

“Welcome to the most important class at UA High. Think of it as "Hero‐ing 101." Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro. And what it means to fight in the name of good! Today's lesson will pull no punches! Fight training. But one of the keys of being a hero is... looking good! These were designed for you based on your Quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started. Get yourselves suited up, and then meet me at Training Ground Beta!” All Might says, I walk away and get dress. I look at the mirror and smile at how I look. The outfit was simple but worked for now. I walk to the training area and wait.

“They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof! Take this to heart. From now on you are all... heroes in training! This is getting me all revved up. Now. Shall we get started, you buncha newbies?”

“FUKA! YOU LOOK SO BADASS!” Ashido says and jumps on my back. I easily support her and smile towards her.

“Thank you! I love yours!” I say

“Now I wish you made my outfit!” I laugh and she gets off.

“Sir!” Iida says, I roll my eyes and sit on the floor.

“This is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean that we'll be conducting urban battles again?” He ask All Might shakes his head.

“Not quite. I'm going to move you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run‐ins with the most dastardly evildoers take place indoors. Think about it. Backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows. For this training exercise, you'll be split into teams of good guys and bad guys and fight two‐on‐two indoor battles.” All Might says and Iida thinks before asks another question.

“Isn't this a little advanced?”

“The best training is what you get on the battlefield! But remember, you can't just punch a robot this time. You're dealing with actual people now.” He nods.

“Sir, will you be the one deciding who wins?” Iida asks.

“How much can we hurt the other team?” Katsuki asks with a smirk.

“Am I allowed to stop him?” I ask, Katsuki groans at me.

“Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled like earlier?” Uraraka asks.

“Will you be splitting us up based on chance or comparative skill?” Iida asks.

“Isn't this cape très chic?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“I wasn't finished talking! Listen up. The situation is this. The villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys either have to catch the evildoers or recover the weapon. Likewise, the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes.” All Might says as he reads from a small piece of paper.

“Time's limited, and we'll choose teams by drawing lots!” He finishes and once again Iida opens his mouth.

“Don’t you fucking dare ask another question.”

“I can ask questions if I want!”

“Not without consequences from me.”

“Are you threatening me again?!”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Young Fuka please just let young Iida finish his question.” I roll my eyes and huff. 

“Anyways as I was asking, isn't there a better way?”

“Knew it was a stupid question.” I say.

“Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here.” All Might says.

“Yes, I see. Life is a random series of events. Excuse my rudeness.” Iida says.

“No sweat. Let's draw!” We all go up and get a ball, I get D with Katsuki we stand together.

“I declare that the first teams to fight will be... these guys! Team A will be the heroes, Team D will be the villains. Everyone else can head to the monitoring room to watch!” All Might says, me and Katsuki high five.

“Bad guys, you can go on in and get set up. In five minutes, the good guys will be let loose and the battle will start!”

“Yes sir.” The two say with me and say kay.

“Young Fuka, Young Bakugo. The key to being successful in this challenge is to embody villainy. Think from the perspective of an evildoer.” All Might say with the A team away.

“Easy enough.” I say

“If things go too far, I'll step in. Understood?”

“Don’t worry I’ve handled worse with this guy.” I say he nods and leaves.

“Do you really think Deku has a Quirk?”

“Yeah, I mean everything would add up to that.”

“Was he seriously just tricking us all these years? I'm gonna roast that damn nerd today!”

“Woah calm down, I got a plan if you want to listen.”

“If it involves me beating Deku I’ll hear it out.”

“I’ll stay with the bomb, I can figure out where Midoriya is from there and tell you. Midoriya going to have Uraraka get the bomb and distract you. So you can go ham on him, I will step in even if that means we lose. Keep your ear piece in.”

“Got it, I’ll tell you when she leave.” I nod and go upstairs. All Might start to talk in the ear piece.

“All right! Let's begin the indoor combat training! Team A and Team D, your time starts now! Pay attention, kids. Think about what you would do.”

“All Might does this place have any power?”

“Yes, young Fuka why do you ask?”

“So the water works?”

“Not sure.” I smirk and whip the wall open with my tail. I watch the pipes and hear some water in one. I break it open and it floods the room. I walk over to the doors and close them shut. The water fills the room slowly. I sit next to the bomb and wait.

“Young Fuka you could cause a flood and harm your partner as well.”

“Katsuki will be fine, if anything I’d worry about Midoriya.” The water is now up to about my ankles.

“Fuka smart, if Uraraka goes in there the water will leave so she’ll know when she enters. Plus it would knock Uraraka out.” Sero says.

“Plus Fuka can swim really good!” Ashido says

“Yes but what about Bakugo? Can he even swim?” Tsu asks.

“I mean their best friends Bakugo should know how to swim.” Mineta says.

“Oh look the bomb starting to float.” Kaminari says. I sigh as the bomb doesn’t sink. I pick up chucks from the wall and to hold the bomb down, which works. I open my harness to grab my pocket knife and walk over to the door. No locks so I can’t fiddle with it to make it lock. I look down to see the water is up to my knees.

“Katsuki, plan?” I ask

“As you said. She’s still here.” I nod and think.

“I’m going shark soon, waters up to my waist.”

“Okay.” I wait till it’s up to my chest and turn. I swim around and feel for anything.

“Hey, who's Bakugo talking to? I'm not hearing anything. Can we get any sound with this video?” Kirishima asks.

“He's got a radio in his ear so he can talk to his partner. I gave it to him before the match started. Along with a map of the building. Also, this. A roll of capture tape! Wrapping this around your opponent means you've apprehended them, and they're out for the rest of the game.” All Might says

“So, there's a 15‐minute time limit, and the good guys have no idea what floor the nuclear weapon is hidden on, right?” Ashido ask.

“Correct!”

“Then the heroes are clearly at a disadvantage here.” Iida says.

“A big one! Real Pros have to outwit villains on a daily basis. That's life. Even when the odds aren't in our favor, we fight!” All Might says.

“She left.” I hear Katsuki say in the ear piece that’s on the pipe. I swim back and forth from the two doors and wait.

“Found it. Now I just have to tell Deku. And try my best to stay outta sight until he gets up here.” Uraraka whisper, I pick up on and turn back.

“I hear you! Now either we do this the easy way or the hard way! Your pick pinky!” I yell loud enough for her to hear. I smell the air and don’t get anything for scent wise but I know she here still.

“Katsuki got pinkypie up here.” I say I hear nothing from him.

“Come on! I don’t have all day pinkypie!” I yell and walk over to the door and feel her hiding behind it but don’t see her. I huff and stay there.

“Um Deku?” I hear her says, I doubt he’s actually here so it must be the earpiece.

“I'm here. How's it going?” I hear him answer.

“Fuka knows that I'm here. Sorry. Right now she’s waiting for me to open the door, she filled the room with water.”

“Where are you?”

“Near the middle of the fifth floor but I can’t even open the door with the force of water.”

“That was the plan pinky. What you think I can’t hear you?” I bang on the door and she jumps.

“Gasp. Have you been there the whole time?”

“I mean you think I jumped out the window?” I ask

“I’m right beneath you. Don’t worry.” Midoriya says

“She heard everything I said!” She grumbles.

“And what he said.” I smirk as we lock eyes.

“Shit.” Midoriya says.

“Young Bakugo! Don't do it! You'll kill him!” All Might says.

“KATSUKI I’LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW AND LET HER WIN IF YOU DO THAT!”

“SHUT UP JAWS! If he dodges he’ll be fine.”

“EXACTLY IF! I SWEAR TO FUCKING WHOEVERS UP THERE I’LL BITE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!” I yell at him and hear him tch and a loud boom. The ground shakes, Uraraka opens the door and water falls out. She floats herself and I hang on to the pipe. I kick her and she falls. I see the bomb float away with the water and let it go. She lays there and coughs, I pick her up and throw her. I slam the door close and break it. I run down and follow the water, I grab the bomb and see a closet and drop it off in there.

I run to find Katsuki no longer caring about the training. I keep running and slow down once I see them.

“KATSUKI BAKUGO! YOU GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE SO HELP ME!” They freezes as I keep yelling.

“WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO? KILL EACH OTHER? WHATS FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU TWO? I DON’T GIVE AN ACTUAL FUCK IF YOU HATE EACH OTHER OR NOT! YOU CAN NOT FUCKING BEAT THE LIVING OUT OF EACH OTHER! NOW DO I MAKE MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR?!” I yell as my hand lands on my hip and I talk with my other hand.

“Yes ma’am.” They both say.

“Now apologize to each.”

“Sorry Kachann.”

“Bakugo.”

“Tch sorry.”

“Now Imma go back to the bomb if I so as hear another big ass explosion or any of the sorts I’m telling your mothers. Got it?” They nod and I leave.

“Young Fuka I have it under control.”

“If you did then you’d call this whole thing off and fail both of them.”

“Young Fuka like I said I’m the teacher and I have everything under control.”

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night.” I look over to the camera and walk away to find Uraraka.

“Ughhh.” I hear her and walk up the stairs I grab my tape and wrap her up.

“Sorry Pinkypie but I can’t deal with you and the two toddlers. Do you need anything medical wise?”

“No I’m fine, thank you though.”

“No problem, you did a good job with that trick of yours.”

“Really? I came up with it on the fly.”

“Yeah I mean if you went up against someone else it would have worked. I have a sixth sense that helps me with dodging you otherwise I would have lost.” She nods and I continue to sit with her as I wait for the time to run out. I hear All Might yell at Bakugo about if he uses it again he’ll end the training and the other team wins.

“What is Fuka doing?” Ashido asks.

“Damn she likes a mom with those two!” Kaminari says

“She’s hot. Wish she could-” Mineta says

“Fuka seems to have an easy time with dodging Uraraka’s hits before hand.” Iida cuts Mineta off.

“I remember her saying something about a sixth sense?” Kirishima says.

“Ah of course, she has the ability to do anything a shark can do! Sharks are known to have a sixth sense something about being able to feel the electricity that comes of off anything and to feel the movements in water.”Yaoyorozu say.

“That such a great quirk!” Sero says.

“So she can smell a drop of blood a mile away?” Kaminari ask.

“Actual she can’t, the blood has to be a lot to be able to travel a mile away.”Yaoyorozu answers.

“Make sense.” Sero says

“So that’s how she knew Uraraka was there without hearing her.” Jiro says.

“And how she knew there was a water pipe.” Todoroki says.

“Mhm.” Yaoyorozu says and nods.

I feel the floor shake and I huff and hold on to Uraraka so she doesn’t fly away. Then Midoriya breaks the floor. I get bolts of the electricity go through everything and myself and get sick. 

“Uhh the Villain team wins!” I run over to the corner and throw up.

“Uh Young Fuka are you okay?”

“Just give me a minute.” I say sickly and continue to throw up.

“I’ll go get you some water!” Uraraka says and walk out to get a bottle.

“I’m going to kill then.”

“Please don’t young Fuka.” After a bit we all head back to the main room. Katsuki holds on to me as I still feel sick.

“What a weird way for this to end.” Kaminari says. Ashido runs over to me and helps me sit down.

“The only one not hurt is Uraraka.” Jiro says.

“How does the old saying go? They may've lost the battle, but they won the war.” A guy with a bird head says.

“This class is intense.” Sero says.

“I’m going to die.” I groan out

“Aww Fuka it’s okay. You were super manly out there!” Kirishima says

“Here drink some water hun.” Ashido says and holds the water up for me. I drank it and she lowers the bottle.

“Young Fuka do you want to go to the nurse?” All Might asks.

“Nothing she can do for it.” I mumble.

“She can kiss it all away.” Ashido says as she rubs my arm

“Yeah her quirk is healing.” Kirishima says

“Won’t work for her. She has to wait it out, dunce face stay away from her.” Katsuki says.

“Woah I didn’t even do anything! What type of name is that?”

“You idiot she can feel the electricity coming of off everyone and you have a electricity quirk!” Ashido says I groan and she leans my head on her shoulders.

“Shhh it’s okay honey.” Ashido says and continue to rub my arm.

“Well, despite the results. The MVP of this exercise is Young Uraraka!” All Might says.

“Wait what!? It shouldn’t be me! Fuka did great!” Uraraka says.

“No offense but I agree, Fuka was the only one who truly adapted to her assigned role. I'll explain. Bakugo's judgment was clouded by a personal grudge against Midoriya. As you pointed out earlier, launching a large‐scale attack indoors was a foolish move. It could have been disastrous. Similarly, Midoriya's plan was also poorly thought out, considering the amount of damage that he received. He rendered himself helpless. Not smart. As for Uraraka... She let her guard down mid‐battle, and her last attack was far too reckless given the hypothetical stakes. If she'd treated the fake weapon as though it were real, she never would've risked using such an imprecise move. Fuka was fully prepared for her opponent's arrival. She had a strategy, and only once lost sight of her mission for protecting the dummy weapon, even if she left Uraraka alone and she could have lost because of that. She did it because she could have lost everything with Bakugo’s pointless rage. Fuka also had a thought out plan that as far as I know went according to plan. The hero team only took advantage of the fact that this is only a training and not a real bomb.” Yaoyorozu says.

“And I was captured, meaning I lost!” Uraraka says.

“I guess the new MPV is Young Fuka.” All Might says.

“One should always start with the basics and devote themselves wholeheartedly to learning. That's the only real way to become a top hero.”Yaoyorozu says.

“As it should be! Good job bestie!” Ashido turns to give Fuka a high five but only to be left hanging with a sleeping Fuka. A couple round go by as I still stay asleep. Ashido wakes me up as we finish the class.

“That's a wrap! Super work. You really stepped up to the plate. And, we didn't have any major injuries, except for Midoriya. You should be proud. Excellent first day of training, all around!” All Might says.

“It's nice to hear some encouraging words after our homeroom class.” Kirishima says

“Mr. Aizawa was kind of a buzzkill.” Jiro says.

“I'm happy to bring such staggering positivity to my alma mater!” I forgot his name but it’s something with an A?

“Now, that’s all folks! I should go and check on Young Midoriya's progress! Now, watch how a pro exits. Like he's got somewhere to be!” He leaves, I roll my eyes.

“Okay, you guys, that is a hero!” Uraraka says

“Aw, I'll never be able to run that fast.” Kaminari says

“Super awesome!” Mineta says. We head to the locker rooms then class.

“Mister Aizawa? Can I bring Fuka to the nurse?” Ashido ask.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Sensei ask with a raise eyebrow.

“ ‘m fine.” I mumble and lay my head down.

“She got sick earlier from her quirk. She really sleepy and I think it’s be better if she would sleep at the nurse.” She continues ignoring me.

“Ashido, the nurse can’t do anything for this. I have to wait it out.” I mumble Katsuki grabs my backpack and grabs my smoothie.

“Drink .” He says and hands me it, similar to chum but cow and stuff.

“Can’t.”

“Just step out and drink it.” He says.

“You can go drank it out of the class.” Sensei says I nod and snatch the bottle and walk out.

“What’s in that?” Ashido asks Katsuki.

“None of your fucking business.” The day flys by and before I know it, it’s time to leave. We walk out and I feel much better.

“Wait up!” Midoriya yells and we stop.

“What?” Katsuki asks.

“I haven't told anyone this secret. Not even my mom. I have to tell you two something. Maybe then, you guys will understand what's been going on. I wasn't hiding my Quirk from you guys. It was given to me by someone else. Recently.”

“Tch.” Katsuki says

“But I can't tell you guys who I got it from, so don't ask! Sounds crazy, I know. It's like something out of a comic book. Only, it's real. The thing is, I don't really have any control over this power yet. I haven't figured out how to make it my own, but I'm trying. That's why... I didn't wanna use it against you in the exercise. But in the end, it was the only way that I had a chance of winning. I've still got a lot to learn. I know that. That's why I'm here! You'll see. I'll work until I have full control of this borrowed Quirk. And I'll finally beat you two with my own power!” He gasps and mutters.

“Oh crap why am I telling you this? I only meant to tell them that I wasn't tricking them!”

“How dumb do you think we are?"Borrowed power"? Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. You already made a fool outta me in that damn training exercise. So? Did you come here to rub it in? That I only won because of y/n. And to make matters worse, you made y/n sick as hell. I came in first in the exam, but that's not enough. When I was watching that ice guy, I realized I couldn't beat him in a head‐to‐head fight. Launching a large‐scale attack indoors was a foolish move. Fuck! I even agreed with what that girl said. My attack was so stupid! Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

“Katsuki. Breath, it’s okay.” I mutter to him.

“I'm just getting started! Got that?! I'm gonna end up the number‐one hero, no matter what! You'll never beat me, you bastard. Don't even try.” Then All Might comes out.

“There you are young Bakugo! I found you! Just so you know, pride is an important attribute to have. But while you certainly have the abilities to become a pro hero, there's still plenty you have to learn!” He holds on to Katsuki.

“Let go of me, All Might. Right now.”

“Hm?” He tilts his head.

“You heard him.” I growl at him.

“Save your speeches. I'll be more famous than you, and I'll do it without your help.” Katsuki walks away and I look back to Midoriya.

“I don’t know what your trying to do feeding us bullshit with this “quirk” thing. But if you try to do this bullshit again I’ll drag you to the bottom of the ocean and leave you there. Got it?” He nods.

“Young Fuka-.” He puts his hand in my shoulder.

“I’m not done. Your a fucking shitty ass teacher and a hero. Your fucking lucky Katsuki didn’t get hurt or I would have done so much worse then give you my words.” I shove his arms off and he stumbles a little and I leave. I give a text to Katsuki say that if he want to talk I’m here and if need be my window is open for him to go through. I stay in my room and sleep, not once did Katsuki come in that I know of.

Part 5



#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #bnha quirks #bnha x shark reader #bnha x y/n #mha #shark quirk #mha x shark reader #shark reader #shark #shark girl #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

[doodleoogles]

The Southern Comfort

Summer 2013

I was awakened by the warm rays of sunlight hitting my face. There's a sharp throbbing in my head and I couldn't feel half of my body. "Where was I?" I thought trying to grasp where my reality is at that moment. Minutes earlier, I was reliving the time before my gramma died. I was in a hospital with her, making sure she gets all the help she needed, I was given another chance to try and save her, I will save her this time. Tears welled in my eyes and I unintentionally opened them.

"You're awake.." a voice said.

I looked around. I was lying in bed, within a slightly messy room (a guys' room definitely), the windows are open with the curtains tied to the side. All the afternoon sunlight is coming in, like a spotlight to my half awake form. A humid air blew when I tried to sit and the hair on my arms stood up. I blinked until I can make out the figure sitting on the chair a few inches from the bed. He's looking back at me with a pair of soft wide eyes, his soft curls flowing on the side of his face. Ahh yes, memories from the previous night started pouring in. We were out in a bar, drinking, smoking a couple of joints and oh yeah, that's about as far as I can remember.

I groaned loudly, pressing my forehead "What the fuck happened last night?"

He laughed and grabbed a bowl from the table where his laptop lay open. A movie was playing in the screen, some old Natalie Portman film. He handed the bowl to me.

My stomach immediately grumbled at the smell of some good ol' chicken noodle soup. "Thanks" I managed to say before devouring it. "Care to tell me now what happened?" I asked again when I was able to catch a break from eating.

He paused the movie and faced me, "Well let's see..." Uh-oh, I tensed. "So we were drinking right? And we smoked, ahhh it is a good kind, I think I may have brought some with me." He grinned, "Anyway, this guy Stephen was challenging us on a drinking spree. I drank a bit but I said I can't drink some more since I have to watch over you cause you...." he playfully wriggled a pointing finger towards me, "You went all out, like chugging drink after another drink of what was that? Uhm Jaggermeister? You beat them all up alright, then you passed out on my lap. Good thing you didn't hit your head on anything."

I cringed at the unpleasant mental picture in my head "Oh God..."

"Stephen was actually teasing me." he continued, leaning backwards on his chair and focusing his gaze on the laptop screen. "He said boy you so getting laid tonight." He said it so casually, without any hint of malice in his voice. "You wouldn't wake up, I even had to carry you up here. I slept after tucking you in." He played the movie and let me finish the noodles in peace.

I started to think what kind of relationship we have. We never talk about it and I will never be the one to ask. Sometimes I think he may be bisexual or even gay as he has never shown any interest in trying to have sex. I mean yes there was some making out and I sleep in his room but that's just about it. I really do like him though. I guess I'm okay with hanging around for a bit until he realize we can be something else. I enjoy his company. I like waking up in his room after getting wasted the night before. I like knowing I will never be taken advantaged of in my drunken state. I like the soup he gets me for my hang over. I like the hot afternoon in the South where he lives, the humidity and the breeze coming from a nearby lake.

During my free time on weekends, he would usually ask me to tag along with his friends. We'll go outside when the weather isn't too hot anymore. We'll meet up his friends to skate at a nearby park then grab some beers after. In the evening, we will pick some random movies to watch in his laptop and fall asleep beside each other. Time almost stood then.

February 2024

Why am I reminiscing an 11 year old memory? Well, a few weeks ago, he messaged me out of nowhere. I mean we remained friends of course, like when we occasionally bump into each other on a gig, we still talk and hang out with other common friends. We didn't end badly, hell come to think of it nothing was ever official anyway so damned if I know when exactly it ended. It just did.

He moved on first. I spent months trying to get over missing his place and his friends from the South. Damn believe it or not, I even missed the humidity there. We didn't communicate for a long time, I knew he had a girlfriend eventually and they were together for years. I've also moved on since then.

Now he just popped up on my messenger on a random morning while I'm at work. I responded casually. He really sounded like wanting to keep the conversation going but 1. I am busy, 2. I want to keep everything entirely casual. We don't need to be talking and messaging each other everyday like we did years before. Out of curiosity, I checked his Facebook and I no longer see the girl anywhere on his profile. Huh, guys and the things they do out of boredom.

When I put my phone aside, my mind reeled back to 2013. I may have never gotten the clarity I needed on who I was to him before but I don't think it ever mattered. We were young, it had been fun, and neither of us has any regrets. We had something good back then and it's a memory worth keeping. However, among all things, that's where it should remain.

#throwback #memories #South #doodles #personal #dream

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

First Monday of the month, so here goes!

(And, as is often the case with these, I'll be keeping an eye on my askbox for an Open Question Night. Anything I've posted about here or on AO3 is fair game; I do take prompts but am not necessarily very fast at filling them)

Year of the OTP

I'm still behind on all of these, haha...I still have to do the three origfic ones for June (but...honestly, I didn't...really like most of the June prompts, ah well) and all five for July, plus get caught up on August. Goal is to get all of that done by the end of the month, but we'll see how it goes (especially since this month involves the Actual Moving sooooooo yeah)

Other SW Fic

Mostly putting this here to say that Precipice is not dead because I refuse to let it die; granted I haven't been actively working on it as much as I should lately, but I will update Someday, I promise. Unless I end up falling out of the fandom entirely, that fic continue.

BSG Fic

Once again plugging the Big Bang/Mini Bang event! There's still time to sign up! We are particularly low on betas, and could also use a few more artists. So given the numbers I'm not going to participate as an author myself (though I'll beta and probably jump in to podfic). Also the idea I had I'm not sure how to structure it (Zarek character study; the general idea was him looking back on his first arrest as he waits for his execution; drawing some on that great quote of his from Kobol "It's a lot easier to get blood off your hands than on it" or something like that; sort of approaching the questions of how much of his rhetoric does he (still) actually believe; some things about charisma and leading other people to their deaths; I was going to title it 'The Blood of Angry Men'...)

Other projects--aside from the OTP stuff, I am still slowly putting The Other Battlestar together. No real ETA on that, but it is coming. And it is going to be. Extremely Long, lol. Even if I do end it after Pegasus, which is my current plan (because while I have Some thoughts, figuring out how drastically things would shift after that is. A Pain. I can more or less do In Spite Of A Nail between Atia and Kimble to get the fleet in Close Enough to that same position by the time that encounter happens but. After. Man.) But yeah, very long, because...I don't need to cover/rewrite everything, but there's a Good Chunk that does need to be reworked, plus covering those six months from the Pegasus side...It's probably going to be Precipice-length (200-250k) by the time I'm done, lol.

There are always other things noodling around in my head, but that's pretty much all that's sort of Actively In The Works.

(But sign up for the event! Join us!!!!)

Les Mis Fic

Yeah so this is the current primary brainrot, lol. Papa and J... is picking up again; Ari will start learning some things in the next chapter! And will find it way easier to identify J than initially expected, lol.

For the stuff Ari won't be able to learn (due to letters/records being lost, either deliberately or because...just...::gestures at the 19th-century French governments:: ), I'm going to post a companion piece after P&J finishes, working title Provenance.

The other project which I'm hoping to start posting soon is a Groundhog Day AU, working title Acheron. I'm excited for that one but. uh. Definitely heed the warnings when it comes out because. Yeah.

Other Stuff

I'm doing the occasional origfic snippet that's not connected to the OTP fills; plus bouncing back to some of the AtLA projects I started on at the beginning of that fandom renaissance, but nothing super concrete coming up.

But also pod_together! Writing is done, recording is mostly done (I think?), I'm really excited for how this one's turned out. Leverage in the style of Shakespeare, it's a delight. (Three scenes; one with Eliot and Parker set fairly early; one with the whole crew in the Exposition scene; and a soliloquy from Sterling which was actually the first thing I wrote XD)

I also haven't forgotten about Incinctus, especially since Nocturne finally has an actual Trailer. But I think I'm going to need to rewatch the show and get in the right headspace in order to actually update it (which I do want to do! I just. Got stuck on the next chapter that needs to come out, haha...)

fun fact: watching castlevania was actually how i ended up getting actively back into bsg fandom XD

...I think that pretty much covers it! Like I said at the top, Open Question Night, and I'd love to hear about what you guys are working on, too!

also this is a reminder to me to finish putting together the Story Details form/do a reminder post about the first GBB checkin coming soon...

#coming attractions #miscellania #open question night

[probablyspooky]

Untitled Revenant Project (Revenant x Fem!Reader) Part 3

Pairings: Kaleb Cross/Revenant X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Language, NSFW

Pervious Next

Tears welt up in your eyes, why was he ignoring you? Wasn't he worried about you? Why hadn't he said anything?

"Hey, it's gonna be alright, " Kairi said, placing her gloved hand on your back, proceeding to give you a comforting rub.

Loba was staring at the phone, unsure of her next move, Jamie stood up and took the phone from her hand, walking over to his desk, to his left was a file cabinet, and he began to search through the various drawers.

"Jamie," Loba started, staring confused at Jamie, "What're you doing?"

"Well, I can try and backtrack the phones last call, to see where Rev-I mean Kaleb was when he answered the phone, I'm just looking for a cable to plug into her phone."

"What's our next move Lobes?" Anita asked,

Before Loba could respond, your stomach growled, you quickly covered your face. clearly embarrassed at the fact it was so loud.

"You guys do what ya gotta do," Kairi said, jumping out of her seat, "I'll take our friend here out for some real food"

Loba nodded her head, and waved you goodbye, Kairi took you by the hand, and lead you to the elevators of the high rise building, pressing the ground button the two of you began your descent.

The silence was unbearable, and Kairi broke the ice.

"So how'd you and your love bug meet?" She asked

"Oh...Uhm...We met at a party, he approached me with a drink, asked me to dance, he was so charming." you sighed, you clearly missed him.

"Hey wont worry, we'll find him, and then some " she mumbled.

At the bottom of the building, Kairi led you down the black to a restaurant.

Upon entering, you realized it was a ramen noodle shop. The two of you sat down, where Kairi proceeded to order two regular bowls.

Silence was the only thing at your table before the bowls arrived, you stared at the table, messing with your chopsticks quietly.

Your ramen arrived, pork slices, nori, soft boiled egg, bean sprouts, and fish cake.

"Chow down girlie!" Kairi exclaimed, breaking her chopsticks apart and beginning to slurp down her bowl of noodles.

You quietly unfolded your napkin, taking the beansprouts out, and placing them on the napkin. You began you eat your food.

Back at the tower, Loba, Jamie, and Anita, had located Revenants last location in a hole on Solace.

"This isn't good Loba, if he's gonna come directly here, he'll be here tomorrow! Do you even have a plan?" Anita asked, clearly panicked at the thought of confronting Revenant now of all times.

"I thought he would be a bit farther, nonetheless, I do have a plan." Loba smirked

"And what would that be?" Jamie asked, not moving his view from the PC monitor, a file on Revenant open, he was typing possible hideout locations, adding Solace to it.

"We use the girl," Loba smiled, turning to the living room, looking out the large bay window overlooking the city

"Loba, this isn't her fault, sheds pregnant, we don't know what he's gonna do when he sees her." Anita stated, upset at idea of using you as bait.

"El Demonio could kill her, or he won't, he's a monster, but if he was human once, a human man with her, I highly doubt he'll murder her, and whatever is growing in that tummy of hers"

"Loba are you really ready to be responsible for her life, and her baby's?" Jamie asked, turning his head to look at her, but Loba simply put her hand up in a hush your mouth motion, and walked to her room.

On another planet, far away, but not too far that you couldn't get to another specific planet within a days time, the smell of blood filled the air, the metallic sound of metal hitting metal filled the air, along with the cries of men for mercy.

The murder bot himself, Revenant was securing himself a ride to the planet Psamathe, making his way to the cockpit of the starship, Revenant had maimed every man who tried to stop him, not killing them, just sending the message that he could kill them if he really wanted. Reaching the cockpit, Revenant, using his hand as a spear, pierced through the metal door, grabbing the captain from the back of the head, and yanked hard, knocking the man unconscious.

Disposing of his body on the flight pad, along with everyone else who was hurt in this little scuffle of his, Revenant returned to the captains seat, shutting all doors, and beginning flight procedures, he could see out the windows the armed men running towards his starship.

They were trying to stop him, trying to stop him from seeing you, with a grunt, Revenant laid on the throttle, blasting fire from the back engines of the ship, cruising from slow to fast down tarmac, he took off into space, the planet Psamathe on his flight path.

Staring off into the dark void of space, Revenant could see the reflection of his yellow orange optics, looking down at the phone he brought with him. He sat down, and began scrolling through the various photos of the two of you.

A selfie of the two of you in the mirror caught his eye, you were in his arms, in a hug, smiling ear to ear, his one hand holding the phone, and his other hand held you close to his chest, the two of your hands were firm on your tiny baby bump. It was a month before you had disappeared, seeing this brought rage inside Revenant.

With an angry yell, he threw the phone down, instantly regretting his decision, the phone shattered on impact, his photos of you gone, and his only means of communication with you gone.

He can't fix the phone, all he could do was sit in the pilots seat, staring off into space, as the starship flew at lightning speed.

He was going to be with you soon.

Kairi got a call that they didn't have space for you at the apartment with Loba, so she was told to leave you with Natalie, and Dr. Somers, filling them in on the whole, you're pregnant with Revenant baby. The two of them were a little wary of you at first, but Dr. Somers noticed your baby belly and instantly lit up with joy, telling you about her son Newton, how she missed him, and how she came to be 800 years in the future.

"It must be hard traveling so far in the future, away from your loved ones, the two of you have a lot in common," Natalie smiled, bringing you a blanket and pillow from the closet.

"What'd you mean by that?" you asked, taking them from her.

"It's not everyday we get two time travelers." Dr. Somers

"Yeah, but you traveled 800 years in space, I was in a box for a week." you stated

"Love...its XX.XX.2719" Dr. Somers said, a sad look on her face.

You dropped everything in your hands, your body began to shake, it was over 200 years in the future?

"Did...did they not tell you?" Natalie asked, walking over to you, holding your shaking hands.

"No! They didn't!" you cried, falling to your knees.

Loba had received an angry call from Dr. Somers, berating her for not telling you sooner, and putting so much stress on a pregnant woman. Loba managed to escape it by stating that she had no clue you had been in that box for so long, and that she'd do everything in her power to make things right for you. Dr. Somers huffed and hung up the phone. She turned her head to see Natalee, brushing your head with her hands. Your eyes puffy red, it had taken an hour for you to calm down, and then Dr. Somers told you that you should rest.

Of course you were tired after getting this mind-blowing revelation that you were much farther in the future than you were once told, after crying, and the smoothing motions of Natalie's hand, you drifted off to a somber sleep.

Dr. Somer came over, kneeling down to get a good look at your sleeping face.

"What did Miss Loba say?" Natalie asked,

"She denied knowing, but I've got a feelin' she told (y/n) somethin; different", she stood up, "Natalie, I think we're gonna have to protect (y/n) from whatever that Loba has planned for her"\

Nodding her head, Natalie placed your head on your pillow, slipping away to her PC, opening her email, to junk mail, junk mail, and more junk mail. Moving her cursor over to contacts, she opened a thread with a certain mad scientist, known for betraying his friends for feeding the murderbot information on them.

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