#ch: loser scientist

[maddstermind]

Find the Word!!

Thank you for tagging me @gaslightwestern!!

dark - Chapter Two of Cursebearer

     When Esther next could see anything other than the unending void, she did so without being able to feel her body. Not even her chest heaved as she tried to breathe, and no peace came from the mimicry of the action.      Esther did not know where she had gone. Wherever it was, it was dark and silent. All the sights, sounds, and smells of the festival had vanished, and the absence left her ears ringing, and that hollowness had once again taken residence in her chest.

memory - Chapter One of Auberon Book Three

Addison was not an overly religious person, but he couldn't help but wonder if he really had been visited by Katamar.      He tried not to think about the dream, either. The hole where his heart once was ached with the memory. Sometimes, it ached looking at Bella, as if his body thought it was the real woman who had stolen his heart, and not a Goddess using her visage.      Bella was not a child, and she was not a Goddess. She was herself — and he didn't want her any other way.

love - Chapter Six of Auberon Book Three

     Lucilio nodded, eyes dark. "I love them deeply, and I know them to love me. But how strange a thing to confess to a daughter you've only known as a newborn? To a girl who has mourned her living father thinking they were dead and gone?"

dream - Chapter Two of Cináed

     "Stop, stop!" Damaris interrupted. "Calm down, both of you. Look, no one's in trouble. I wish you had told me sooner, but I'm just glad you're not hurt."      "Not hurt?" Levente's jaw dropped. "Mom, I have scales growing out of me!"      "Yes, I know," she tried to keep her voice calm. Memories she'd long resigned to dreams were already resurfacing, and in the wake of everything, she wasn't sure how to feel. "It's a long story."

I shall tag @sentfromwolves, @astorichan, @akiwitch, and anyone else who wants in!!

Your words are: body, heart, confess, wake.

[maddstermind]

I'm super late to this but there are mer-people in aubie!!!! We only meet them in book three, but I'm currently re-writing book one and I'm hoping to introduce the concept of them earlier.

Water/the ocean is a big thing for one of the POV characters, as he develops something of a phobia after nearly drowning in book one. In book three, he is then made to set sail across the ocean and back, which was. Certainly a terrible time.

On the way the crew meets a merman, Anatolius, who is searching for the people who have been mysteriously kidnapped from the settlements below the waves. These merpeople can inherently shapeshift, and do so mostly-unconciously to camoflague and the like, but they can also change from having a tail to legs. Partial transformation is a lost form of magic on the mainland, so discovering this is fascinating for the crew (in particular one girl who constantly utilizes transformation magic!)

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[alastorssimpforever]

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Welcome to My Blog!

This is mainly the place I reblog and ramble.

Pronouns: she/her

DNI if you are not 16+

Profession: Alastor simp (and Stan pines)

• Main fandoms: Hazbin Hotel, Gravity Falls, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia and At Dead of Night.

Side fandoms: LOZ, Star Wars, Miraculous, The Dark Queen of Mortholme, Robin Hood (1973), and other weird stuff.

• I’m a big nerd over character dynamics and shipping.

Ace + Demisexual & PROUD!

My blorbos: Alastor, Charlie (Morningstar & Kelly), and Stan Pines.

My Writing Blog

My AO3

Charlastor AU Week Blog

Pro LGBTQIA+ 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Pages for Craziness I Do:

Master Post for Tumblr Shipping Rubrics

Part 1 Hazbin Hotel Ships (Postive)

Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes

Comfort AU Hazbin x IASIP x Gravity Falls

Hottest Hazbin Sexywoman

Hottest Hazbin Sexyman

Hazbin Gay Ships Rankings

Hazbin Sapphic Ships Rankings

Hazbin Het Ships Rankings

Hazbin Poly Ships Rankings

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My OTPS

Charlastor

“You’re one of a kind! A charming demon belle!”

“Dad! Stop! He's defending this hotel! It may be a bit more sadistic than I'd hoped, but he's doing it for me!”

🕯️- Two sides of the same coin with a pizzazz for drama and music. Two struggling forces which complement each other’s darkness and light

Huskerdust

“It's time to lose your self-loathin', excuse yourself, let hope in, baby. Play your card, be who you are, a loser... just like me.”

🍷- Two people struggling through addiction lean on each other to see the light. However, I hope they will emerge as better people together.

Chaggie:

"So I'll be your armor. Do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes, I'll spend my life being your partner"

🌈 - I'll admit it did not like it at all in the show AT FIRST. But when I delved deeper i fandom, into the deeper meaning of their relationship...I found beauty. I now love it far more than I did a year ago and I'm happy about it. What makes me love them is not that they're cute but that they're flawed and messy. And despite it all they love each other. Although I would love to see more of their relationship in the show in later seasons and see how it evolves.

Lucilith

“Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her, and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love.”

🪽 - The first and last love to defy Heaven. The dreamer and the rebel who fell from paradise to the brimstone below. A delicious second chance and bittersweet romance.

Billford

“Jinx! Wow! Get out of my head!”

“You first.”

⚠️- Ford, the nerd, literally pulled an omnipotent gay baddie. It’s perfect

Fiddauthor

“Not only is this man’s mind superior to mine, but he has one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever seen.”

🔭 - These dudes have been in love forever. Give me two scientists sharing a bed and in denial any day. They are so sweet!

Guitarspear

“275! WHOA! BADASS! AWESOME JOB, DANGER TITS, POUND IT!”

🎸- Two smug musical assholes together. What more do I have to say? ITS PERFECTION. Even though their relationship is unconventional and Adam is still a doofus, he does listen to Lute. And they’ve got a partners in crime thing going on.

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Ships I Like:

Radioapple

Radiodust

Cherrimoth

Staticmoth

Adamsapple

Lucilith

Heaven’s Darkness (Sera x Satan)

Serapherd

Guitarprincess

Baxty

RoyalRoot (Charlie x Roo)

Rainbownacho (Bill Cipher x Charlie)

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Favorite Tropes:

• Enemies to Lovers

• Forbidden Romance

• Slow Burn

• Heavy Angst

• Found Family

• Morally Grey Dynamics

• Darkness vs. Light

• “I would burn the world for you”

Hurt/No Comfort

Opposites Attract

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I Don’t Vibe With:

• Incest ships (St@ncest, Ch@rcifer, etc)

Pedophilia (Parties NEED to be 18+)

• I’m not a proshipper or anti, just curating my space

[saintmeghanmarkle]

DM: Joe Rogan has used his new Netflix stand-up show to savagely lampoon Prince Harry calling him a 'bch' and joking about the royal taking magic mushrooms. by u/Von_und_zu_

DM: Joe Rogan has used his new Netflix stand-up show to savagely lampoon Prince Harry, calling him a 'b**ch' and joking about the royal taking magic mushrooms. ​https://ift.tt/FdaW1uc of this article is actually a summary of their total loserness lately.Here is the part about Rogan, who I frankly pay no attention to but is apparently quite popular. I suspect his NF show is doing a tad bit better than theirs:On Mr Rogan's new live stand-up show Burn the Boats, released on Netflix this month, Joe mercilessly laid into Harry.He said: 'I got cancelled so often during Covid that sometimes I would find out by accident. This is a true story. One time I just woke up I’m in my underwear I plop down, turn the TV on and Prince Harry’s talking s\*t about me. I’m like I just woke up. I’m vulnerable. I’m in my underwear and there is a prince on TV talking about me'.*Mocking Harry's accent he said to howls of laughter from the crow: 'He’s like "Joe Rogan is giving out dangerous vaccine misinformation". And my first thought was "f\*k did I?'.* He also mocked Harry by imagining what it would be like to take drugs with him - and then fantasised about hammering him over their row over vaccines while high on hallucinogens. New Jersey-born Mr Rogan said he would get Harry tipsy and then encourage him to get high with him.'Could you imagine doing mushrooms with Prince Harry? You imagine if you could trick that guy into doing mushrooms with you', he said.'The moment you see him chew it and swallow it. There's a moment when you do mushrooms, like 20 minutes after you swallow it, when you know you can't throw it up anymore. 'And you're like "Oh no it's going to happen" and you're sitting eye to eye with the prince. And here's the thing. Mushrooms take about 40 minutes to kick in, but about 35 minutes in you hear them coming. You hear footsteps in the distance. Meanwhile, Prince Harry is tripping balls'. To more laughter from the audience he said: 'I'm going to hover over him and say: "Are you sure vaccines are safe?" B\*ch you're not a scientist'.* [Not a scientist, but definitely a bitch (in my opinion)]I also would like to highlight this paragraph that snarks on Harold's hypocrisy:The Sussexes are jetting to a country widely considered more dangerous than Britain - yet Harry says it is not safe to bring his wife and children to the UK amid his row with the Home Office over police protection.https://ift.tt/G4tWpr0 post link: https://ift.tt/KrYMQ7I author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: August 12, 2024 at 04:38PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[ihadtoposttrigun]

Who's ready for sad fan theory??

All aboard for some sad TriMax feels, spoilers ahead!

Trigun Stampede did a tidy job of cleaning up a few plot holes left behind by Mr. Nightow, esp. the one that bothered me a lot-- how the devil Conrad never died of old age. See figure 1 and figure 2 below, Conrad when he first meets the twins (a bit of hair) and at the time of his death (no hair)

Looking pretty good for a 200+ year old guy. He went from a balding man clocking in his 30s, to IDK, late-40s (or however Nightow feels like drawing him in any particular frame lol). How? Let's inventory what we can be sure of:

Conrad was born and raised somewhere in outer-space, perhaps Earth, perhaps not.

He is an accomplished space-stuff engineer, and a top crewmember of SEEDS, he's brought in and out of cryo sleep for emergencies

Somehow he survived the same crash that killed Rem, and made a comfortable life under the name Count Revenant Vasquez

Knives just shows up in his living room one night to recruit him

However, it did take more than 80 years for Knives to mature into an adult. Eighty! See Figure 3 below, from Vol 12 Ch 5, he still has a relatively boy-like countenance. Don't worry about what he's up to in this scene, shhhhh, it's fine.

So guessing that Knives finished maturing into an adult, found his favorite space fashion, and learned how to manspread on a couch (See Fig. 5), that must have been another 10-20 years, maybe?

Conrad was definitely at July before and after its destruction. He helped Legato pull Knives out of the rubble. That means we have a minimum of ~25 years. So the window of time for entering Knives service is 60-25 years. I'm going to spitball that at the start of the story, he spent 110 years as the Count, and then 40 years as Knives's subordinate. Math: I did it. You're welcome.

He only looks like he's aged 30 years (max) from start to finish, though.... It's somewhat plausible that he could afford to pay for more cryosleep as Count Vasquez on and off for 110 years, but would Knives also let his top scientist cryosleep as much as he wanted for another 40-ish years? (This is not accounting for any special treatment from obvious daddy issues because Knives kept Conrad around as a secret father figure.)

Figure 6: Pictured: Proto-Knives, Definitely

Would it even be that practical for ship survivors/Knives/anyone to just sit on that kind of knowledge/experience for years at a time, in a desperate place such as this? Or maybe... he just wasn't aging. He's a space person who was genetically modified to keep Project SEEDS going for as long as possible. And The Count was an alias created after it became obvious he wasn't getting older.

But you know who was also a top crewmate. Someone who would been also modified to ensure the best possible odds for SEEDS...

It's likely Rem would have also had Conrad's dubiously long lifespan. Rem, and Vash, and Knives (and maybe even Conrad, even though he's a lame ass loser) could have been a family for 150+ years. Or, if I'm totally wrong here, she could have similarly been afforded the same privileged treatment Conrad managed to secure for himself (in the middle of century-and-a-half long crisis, no less).

All this time... they might have been happy. And Knives? He's no dummy. He knew.

What's he supposed to say about people he's not supposed to care about?

[maddstermind]

Oh this. This is wonderful. This is amazing.

Addison: I forgot, okay?! Violet: Forgot? Addison: It’s like, don’t women forget their periods sometimes? Even though it’s the same day every month? Violet: ...Mr. Garland, I'm going to have to teach you how periods work.

What's really funny about the character choice there, the Deep Lore if you will, is that Addison was originally a trans man before I cis-ified him. Anyway~ I had a hard time picking out one for this, I hope it's funny to yall lmao!

Person A: What if it is like the [foreign word]? Person B: The what? Person A: It is a fish, it-it brings you close with light to eat you. Person B: This is a mountain, [Person A], the last thing you're going to see up here is fish. Person A: It is a metaphor!

Love these losers <3 I shall tag @akiwitch, @stridingwriter, @halleyuhm, and @thoughtofhouses, and I am absolutely open to being tagged again by anyone because I love this!!!!

What if I made a Writeblr tag game where we turn lines of dialogue from our own stories into an incorrect quote for the next person to insert their characters into. Is that anything

[misqnon]

op ch 1072 and 1073

He's such a loser. And hot

nothing interesting is happening in this panel sanji just looks good. i do this often

HUH??? ELBAPH!?!?!?

SEMI-RARE GARP W!!! ALTHOUGH THIS NEW PLOT THREAD IS. INTERESTING. definitely seems to br setting the scene for the strawhats to run into garp again (for koby and Vivi...and maybe someone else?? I forget)

Also I love hibari.

SANJI MEAN AS HELL THIS CHAPTER

okay so I'm in love with her obviously . AND SHES ON OUR SIDE (?? OR SOMETHING)

I thought she maybe had a vampire devil fruit, or maybe demon, but is she just an altered human through science like the vinsmokes?? Made by vegapunk? She was on the flashback cover with judge and Caesar and queen I believe...

Also hey. Hey. ROCKS PIRATES?? SHE WAS A ROCKS PIRATE???

ohhhh her original self SUCKS I HATE THIS OLD LADY AND WEEVIL 💀💀💀gotta put respect on her name tho I suppose...a living former rocks pirate. I'm gonna guess if stussy is a clone of her, then weevil is a clone of whitebeard. And apparently she's a scientist herself!! so...SHE was the one in the flashback?

[ut793]

Love that none of the adults in deltarune are great. Like yeah asgore's a loser and also obviously crossing toriel's boundaries. Yeah rudy's sick and is obviously lying about how well he is or isn't doing (as well as wishing toriel and asgore would get back together which is not how divorce works bro). Yeah undyne is uh. Not Great at her job. Yeah alphys has exactly zero spine. Yeah sans isn't really invested in you or kris and shows it in ch 4 in the most visceral manner possible. Yeah toriel is uh. Well. How do I put it. She kind of doesn't have the emotional capacity to deal with kris the way they obviously need right now.

Won't deny that deltarune is completely different from undertale, but it's pretty interesting to see how the characters translate across genres. Like undertale is high fantasy, which gives it a kind of shounen-esque feel. Slapstick comedy is okay and encouraged; it's got its deeper meanings, sure, but ultimately everyone tries to kill you and you all become friends in the end.

Meanwhile deltarune is basically a modern setting.

Undyne who's careless and too strong for her own good? Head of the guards means there's not much we see of her job other than "protecting monsters" - which probably just means breaking up fights and whatnot. There's a snow tax, which is basically a joke. Meanwhile in deltarune she's holding up traffic and breaking tables...

Toriel in undertale never sat right with me because she's a little creepy - but at that point in time she's also gone through a lot of kids and years of devastation at what her ex husband and her kingdom has become so. Hard to judge her. And then she tries to set you on fire, which is super not cool. But again, shounen-esque. You can convince her or kill her, but either way she's remembered pretty fondly. In deltarune, she's a teacher, kris' mother, a member of the church, and a divorced woman. That's a lot of baggage in a much more present sense, and it's clear that she can't run from it. In undertale she literally shuts herself up in the ruins and everyone who lives in the ruins is afraid of her; in deltarune she has to be a member of society.

Asgore... I never liked him either. Undertale he's the king who's a coward and someone who was backed into a corner. Ultimately he's weird, but he doesn't mean any harm? I think? In deltarune, though, he's uh... Following toriel around, constantly trying to "win her affections" when it's so so obvious that toriel is both uncomfortable and Not Interested. I understand he probably couldn't do that in undertale due to toriel literally locking herself up in the ruins and asgore still having a kingdom to run, but it's deeply uncomfortable to watch him do all this in deltarune. In both games though, he seems pretty delusional, it's just that he has more opportunity to act on it in the modern-set deltarune.

Sans, well, he admits to wanting to kill you in undertale, threatens you a bit, but otherwise he acts goofy unless forced to otherwise. He's not exactly what you'd call nice or responsible, and clearly he has an agenda, but it's a different dynamic. In deltarune, he's also goofy, but like I mentioned before, he acts like he's not at all invested in you or kris. It culminates into ch 4, when he's obviously not interested in - well, y'know. He wants to have fun with toriel, and that's what he does. Even in undertale, he'd talk about that nice lady behind the door, and it was obvious that he cared about her, not you. He also cares about papyrus, but with that context completely lacking in deltarune, he's just a guy who's kind of a jerk (as opposed to a guy who's kind of a jerk but also has this nice brother that he cares about).

Alphys is interesting because she's kind of better in deltarune, although that's not saying much. It's more like she doesn't have the opportunity to do much in deltarune - she's a teacher and kind of a weirdo, and that's it. In undertale she's a scientist, and she sort of does horrible experiments (and it all ends well because everyone goes home and she admits her mistakes so it's okay, friendship prevails! <- shounen-esque behavior). She also manipulates you and mettaton in various ways, which is pretty awful! She's just a coward, but at least she's not a coward who's stalking their ex, like someone else I can name *cough* asgore *cough*. Obviously her inability to control the classroom or listen to her students is not great, but it's worlds better than her undertale counterpart.

Obviously disclaimer in that we still don't have the full story and I probably mischatacterized someone somehow but I just think it's interesting how some characters flourish in some settings but are cringefails in others. Some people are not meant to do a 9-5 and it shows.

[maddstermind]

Unorthodox Ship Dynamics!

Thanks for the tag, @forthesanityofstorytellers! Check out their post here!

Rules: Come up with five unorthodox, overly specific, or niche dynamics for one of your ships. You can do all of them based on the same ship, or pick a different one for each, or somewhere in between.

I'm gonna do five different ships <3 because I'm always so indecisive

city man with so many issues x country girl who should have way more issues than she actually does

trying really hard to be a good ruler x making it arguably easier x making it arguably harder

cool nerd x loser jock

sword and shield frontliner x ranged defense

worst luck on the planet and depression to match x most autistic man in the world x keeper of the braincell, taker of no shit

I'll tag @lesleymoonwriter, @wintherlywords, @akiwitch, and anyone else who wants to join in!

[maddstermind]

Oh this is absolutely perfect!!! I love the generator but I actually don't even need it, I've made some of my own before from things my friends have said lmao. Here's some of my favorites!!!

Violet: Okay, because you're under oath. Addison: I am not under oath.

Sutton: I'll die with my beliefs, or I won't die at all.

Rosamund: I don't know what my mom is doing but I'm going to have to kill her for it.

Aria, to Christie: I want to hurt your feelings so badly. You have no idea.

Sutton: Realistically, how many seven-year-olds could you take in a fight? Ashton: All of them. Sutton: No. That's like five hundred seven-year-olds. Ashton: There are only five hundred seven-year-olds? [Later] Ashton: This is a fight to the death, you'd keep going. Rosamund: I don't know. If I did something to piss off literally every seven-year-old on the planet, I'd probably just give up.

Many of these I need to draw someday, lmao. I'll lightly tag @saintedseraph, @halleyuhm, and @the-grim-and-sanguine! (and anyone else who wants to join of course!)

Incorrect Quotes Tag Game!

Thank you for the tag (on this post), @card-queen! I love doing these so much hehehe

Using this incorrect quotes generator, I... generated some quotes. This time I decided to do it with the main five from Pentad of Un! (I did a bunch so I'll put most of them under the cut.)

Adif: "Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked." Shayrow: "Solution, just put it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50 percent chance that'll fix it, right?" Kestek: "Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time." Luss: "No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy!" Jelro: "…Put it away."

Kestek: "Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like--" Kestek, to Adif: "Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual." Luss, to Shayrow: "Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire." Jelro: "...There are two types of people."

Jelro: "Could you please go to the shop and get a carton of milk? If they have avocados, get six." Luss: [coming back from the store with six cartons of milk] "They had avocados!"

Shayrow: "Why would anyone want to harm Luss?" Kestek: "Maybe because they met him?"

Jelro, carrying a box: "What would you say if-- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?" Adif: "…" Adif: "What’s in the box?" Jelro: "What woul--" Adif: "Jelro, what’s in the box?" Jelro: "I think you know."

Kestek: "How would you like your pancakes?" Jelro: "Plain." Adif: "With sprinkles!" Luss: "Chocolate chips." Shayrow: "Potatoes." [Jelro, Adif, and Luss look at Shayrow] Shayrow: "What? They're good."

Kestek: "What is wrong with you?" Shayrow: "Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression."

Adif: "Do crabs think people walk sideways?" Jelro: "…Adif, what the f--"

And this one as a bonus because it made me laugh way too hard:

Luss, to Shayrow: "Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion."

These are always so fun haha

Anyways, gonna gently tag @k-v-briarwood, @athenswrites, @maskedemerald, @my-cursed-prince, @worldsfromhoney, and leave the tag open for anyone that would like to play!

[heich0e]

𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

[✦ fluff | ♥︎ smut | ☾ angst | ♧ drabble | ☆ ask/request]

𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗

percolate (AO3 only - completed) ✦♥︎☾ college!au, coffee shop!au, enemies to lovers, slow burn bonus works:- Ch.12 LEVI'S POV (rookie's dorm room) ✦☾☆ - Ch.12 LEVI'S POV pt. 2 (outside The Underground) ☾ - CUTTING ROOM FLOOR: Erwin/Rookie hookup scene (NOT PERCOLATE CANON) - not fully canon but a fun possible furlan romance in the percolate universe

exactly as you are ✦♧ a quiet morning with boyfriend!levi (this is percolate rookie/levi but can be read as a stand alone drabble lol)

the mortal price of crossing twice (crossposted to AO3) ♥︎☾ canonverse, grim reaper!reader, existentialism, pining and good old fashioned smut, levi flirting with death (literal)

One So True (AO3 only - in progress) ✦☾ 50s!AU, high school!AU (all MCs 18+), star-crossed lovers, levi/reader/erwin love triangle, eventual infidelity

already always almost do ✦♥︎☆ prompt: "levi as your older brother's best friend" modern!au, reader is erwin's little sis, pining, infuriating tension pt. 1 - ? (plan to continue)

glass houses ✦♥︎♧☆ prompt: inspired by this tiktok! modern!au, older neighbour!levi, voyeurism, CEO!levi, you give the hot older guy who just moved in across the street a very warm welcome to the neighbourhood

how a face can change when a heart knows fear ✦♧ inspired by @leyyvi's actor!au, hurt/comfort, domestic!levi

the death of a hero ☾♧ royalty!au, assassin!Levi, princess!reader, snippet of (possible) WIP

a helping hand ✦☾♧☆ prompt: "doing skincare with levi" canonverse, medic!reader, mutual pining, hurt/comfort

the lucky ones ✦☾♧☆ prompt: "reader is a scientist/medic for the scouts" canonverse, medic!reader, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, sequel to a helping hand

bubbly ✦♧☆ prompt: "trying to get levi drunk on his b-day with isabel and farlan" modern!au, holiday fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining

windchill ☾♧☆ prompt: "tortured levi" (I interpreted it as emotionally lol) angst, hurt no comfort, colleagues to lovers, very short! sweet like honey ✦♧ canonverse, you try to get levi to put honey in his tea for the first time something to prove ♥︎♧☆ canonverse, face sitting, breeding kink, how post-war levi fucks you spark joy ✦♧ modern!au, best friends to lovers(-ish), mutual pining, levi asks you to be his date to the company party but gets impatient while he waits for you to get ready. + lil follow up!

credits roll ✦♧ a tender moment spent with levi on the last day of shooting.

𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛

something to savour (AO3 only) ♥︎ modern!au, college!au, pining, eren won't fuck you when you get too drunk at a frat party so you have to make... alternative arrangements

lucky strike ♥︎ modern!au childhood friends to something with baseball player!eren, with a healthy dose of flirting with his brother just to piss him off.

to have and to hold (crossposted to AO3) ♥︎☾ modern!au, childhood sweethearts to exes, infidelity, eren being manipulative, toxic relationship dynamic, implied colt grice/reader

technical difficulties ♥︎ loser bf eren giving you head while you're on a zoom call (that's the whole plot)

be but sworn my love ✦ modern!au, college!au, the romeo and juliet balcony scene only eren is drunk on his birthday and no one dies at the end

wanna get lunch? ✦♧ modern!au, fwb turned fake dating

let me make it up to you ♥︎ toxic bf eren does not take kindly to the silent treatment, even if you're in the library.

Leave Fast ✦☾♧ eren/reader/(implied) jean, modern!au, college!au, streetracer!au pt. 1 - pt. 2 - ?

𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗

A Matter of Convenience (crossposted to AO3) ✦♥︎ college!au, convenience store!jean, broken AC in a heatwave!reader, strangers to lovers, is customer service to lovers a trope?

brine ✦☾♧ modern!au, best friends/implied lovers, whenever life gets to be too much Jean is always there to help

all or nothing✦☾♧☆ prompt: “you’re really all I’ve got” canonverse, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending - jean is still suffering from the night terrors he told you he moved past, and you beg him to rely on you a little more

𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝

forget me not (crossposted to AO3) ♥︎☾ canonverse, fix it fic, lovers to strangers to lovers - marco survived trost but lost his memories, you're left to watch the boy you loved slip a little further away with every passing day pt. 1 - pt. 2

𝚣𝚎𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛

LOL

©HEICH0E 2022 - please do not quote, repost, or translate any of my work.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Scandal Ch. 6 - Loki x Reader

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

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

Words: ~1300 sorry it’s so short

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“You have your mother’s eyes...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not that easy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theillegalpundealer]

continued because i remembered more characters:

Martin Blackwood tma: the k in martin k blackwood stands for knife. i would get folded. i would put up a valiant effort but martin "wanted to fist fight the evil spider lady" would just actually deck me and then very sweetly walk away while i was half-conscious on the floor

Jedidiah A.A. Martin ch&t: he's just a loser and very pathetic. like he'd be harder to beat than sydney but at the same time he's just a massive dweeb that would get his face kicked in. the best counter he would have is to just actually kill me with the weird necromancy knowledge but i think i could knock him out before that happened

Peter Nureyev penumbra: like. i want to say i could beat his fruity ass up but at the same time he's like a trained thief and kinda kickass so i dont know. in a hand to hand fight i feel like he'd go down but he'd also pull some dirty tricks that would land me with my face in the mud

Carlos the Scientist wtnv: he's such a nerd istg he wouldn't last more than a minute. he would make a real effort but i would win in the end. similarily to his husband i feel like he might just trip on his lab coat and faceplant

Rating podcast men based on how likely i'd be able to beat them in a fight

Jonathan Sims tma: rat man. he's 90 pounds sopping wet. an angry weasel could easily beat him. i feel like one good punch would do him in he only survived the podcast through sheer stubbornness

Cecil Palmer wtnv: he'd trip on his own feather boa and manage to knock himself out before a single punch was thrown. and if he somehow managed not to do that i feel like he could hold his own for like thirty seconds and then get folded

Arthur Lester malevolent: do you think i have a death wish i would die immediately. it wouldnt even be a fight to the death and i would die within five seconds. this man has killed before and will kill again and i am so so afraid of him

Obituary Writer death by dying: i feel like he could hold his own. like i think it'd genuinely be a pretty equal fight. there is a 50/50 chance id die in some entirely unrelated and mysterious way but he'd write me a great obituary and be a great sport about it

Warren Godby red valley: seeing as warren literally killed a man and went to prison i dont think i could rate my chances all that great here. like he's nice and chill now (mostly) but still. like i dont think id die but he would totally kick my ass

Gordon Porlock red valley: okay i know warrens already there and i might not stand a chance against warren but gordon? he would flake apart like a wet napkin. mans is jon sims levels of pathetic. probably worse. i feel like if you bumped into him too hard he'd disintegrate or something

Sydney Sargent ch&t: i would feel soso bad but sydney is going down. like i would hate it. i would want to give him a piece of bread and butter and send him on his merry way but if i had to fight him there is no way in hell he could win

[rainythefox]

Nightfall (CH.16)

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

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Chapter 16: Mine

Warning: this chapter contains lots of smut. You’ve been warned, okay? Okay! :P Because of this, only the first section of the chapter is available on Tumblr. Please follow the link to AO3 to read the rest. Thank you! :)

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

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

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

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

He was still rubbing his arm where she decked him.

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

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

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

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

“Are you fu-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And why was that, exactly?

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

More importantly, why do you care?

“Claire?! Earth to Claire, hello?”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

“Whatever you say, hun.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh, he better not screw this up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about your party?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She coughed. “Oh, excuse me.”

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

“Yes. I’d like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit!

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

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

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

“I think Dr. Lowery would say otherwise.”

“How do you know my real name?”

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

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

Wesker had told her the same thing. Warned her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-It’s n-not what you think.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He was,” Claire confirmed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tsipasce]

Same Difference, ch.05

Chapters: 01  |  02 |  03 |  04

AO3 | Fanfic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I... tickled you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s really a harmless move.”

“Harmless?” He said with more incredulity.

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

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

He’s definitely pissed…

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

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

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

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

“You mean causing a pulmonary embolism?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not entirely.” He cut in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s make a bet.”

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

“You haven’t even heard the terms. “

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

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

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

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

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

“That sounds like something a loser would say.”

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

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

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

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

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

Yup, definitely going to regret this.

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Ch.25

Sugar Pie Honey Bunch

42 days left until Extermination...

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

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

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

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

"One sinner is not enough to prove anything,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

40 days left until Extermination...

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I guess?" Anna answered unsure. 

"What do you mean?" Niffty asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?!" Everyone exclaimed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm coming too."

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

"Yes," Vaggie replied.

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

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

"OOh, Alastor.~"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucifer began to leave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" All four exclaimed.

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

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

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

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