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mollymijh · 3 months ago

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Tadaai and Stobotnik are the same ship and I can prove it!

(Ok maybe I’m exaggerating a bit but unfortunately the brainrot has taken over and this is all I can currently think about)

Ok so firstly we have Dr Ivo Robotnik and Ainosuke Shindo; both antagonists within their stories, both incredible in their own rights being the best in their fields, and both are mad geniuses. They are both primarily referred to by their nicknames by the other characters (Eggman for Robotnik and Adam for Ainosuke), both are primarily associated with the colour red, they both unique hairstyles, and both share a love for dance.

They also both have an obsession with a blue haired teen (ok very different types of obsession tbf but it’s funny to me).

Next we have Agent Stone and Tadashi Kikuchi, who are both also very similar; they are both employed under the previously mentioned characters, they are loyal to a fault to those characters even if they don't always treat them best, both of them almost exclusively wear suits throughout their entire screen times, and, if I share my own opinion, they both also have extremely pretty eyes.

Now onto the similarities of them as couples.

Both Robotnik and Ainosuke are shown to manhandle Stone and Tadashi at various points, leading to accusations from their respective fandoms of physical abuse.

However, in both cases, most fans recognise that Stone and Tadashi don’t just put up with the ‘abuse’ but seem to actively enjoy it, leading to kink-shaming towards Stone and Tadashi for their unconventional relationships with their bosses, but it's generally accepted as they match each other's freaks to a dangerous degree.

Stone and Tadashi also both only seem to smile when around Robotnik and Ainosuke, taking on more neutral or even annoyed expressions when around anyone else.

With both ships it’s also apparent that they have years of history together. With Tadaai they have known each other since childhood and had a falling out in their teens which is the catalyst for the entire plot of sk8 and what led to Ainosuke becoming unhinged.

While it's clear Stobotnik don’t have the same kind of messy history with each other, it still seems true that the two have worked with each other for some time considering how comfortable they are with one another, with Stone being the only human being Robotnik actually tolerates and allows close to him.

Robotnik and Ainosuke also both have very difficult relationships with their families, with Robotnik having grown up as an orphan, never knowing family until his grandfather entered into his life in sonic 3, and Ainosuke having a family but being physically and emotionally abused by them from a young age.

In both cases their family also cause a break in their relationships with Tadashi and Stone. Robotnik fires and turns his back on Stone in the 3rd movie, choosing to believe his grandfather over Stone after Stone urges Robotnik not to trust his grandfather after discovering he had been deceiving them the whole time.

Ainosuke and Tadashi’s relationship also breaks down due to Ainosuke's family, as Ainosuke’s father burning his skateboard results in Tadashi refusing to speak up for him in his defence, causing a split between them that’s lasts for nearly a decade.

Another similarity is the use of pet names and insults within their relationships as both Robotnik and Ainosuke use previously derogatory terms towards their other halves as a term of endearment during the emotional climax of their stories.

Ainosuke often refers to Tadashi as ‘dog’ using it throughout the whole show almost entirely as an insult, seemingly to remind him of his place within their relationship, until the end of the final episode where it takes on an affectionate meaning as he uses it in what comes pretty close to what fans consider to be a marriage proposal.

With Robotnik he had previously referred to Stone as a ‘sycophant’ (a person who acts obsequiously towards someone important in order to gain advantage) in the 2nd movie, however in the climax of the 3rd film he instead refers to him as a ‘syco-friend’ shortly before he sacrifices himself to save the world, changing a previous insult to acknowledge his own softer feelings towards Stone . In both cases this use of previously derogatory terms are used to signal a change in their relationships and the mending of them.

Robotnik similarly uses unconventional words of affection when talking to Stone, taking his compliment of Stone's latte's from the 1st movie and turning it into as close to a love confession as we could possibly get from these two.

To make my final point I'd also like to point out that with both ships the climax of their stories is reached when one realises what the other means to them. Robotnik saves the entire world and sacrifices himself simply because he knows that Stone is there on earth and that he’s the only person that ever truly cared about him, sacrificing himself for Stone.

With Ainosuke his story reaches a climax when he remembers what it’s like to have fun when skating again and the realisation that the whole reason he used to enjoy it so much was because he had Tadashi by his side and that he had always been there by his side the whole time.

Basically I really love both of these ships and they're all I could think about these last few days.

In conclusion

#I need more people to see my vision!#Please tell me I'm not insane for seeing all this #tadaai #aitada #tadashi x adam #adam x tadashi #stobotnik #sk8 the infinity #sonic movies #stone x robotnik #robotnik x stone #tadashi kikuchi #ainosuke shindo #agent stone #dr robotnik #my posts #my ramblings #long post

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writeyouin · 1 year ago

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Learning To Get Along

A/N – So, a user on A03 suggested the snake servants’ new names. It was a stroke of genius on their behalf, and I can only thank them for it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

MALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Tag-List: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @sseleniaa @randomgurl2326 @22carolina08 @astrxwitch @yu-87 @clover-1767 @lil-bexie @thesimpybitch

Do you think you can manage that? Lucifer’s words hung in the air, creating an icy barrier between you.

So, Lucifer thought himself too good for low-life Sinners such as yourself. That wasn’t fair. Sinners might be in Hell for a reason, but sometimes such reasons were just fucking stupid. Heaven ought to base their entry requirements on a person’s character or strength of heart, not just their actions. You had met plenty of Sinners who were in Hell because of the most trivial shit.

There were those who liked to sleep around, but if sex positivity was a problem, then how did Heaven explain Angels like Adam, whom Charlie had told you about in excruciating detail. Lust shouldn’t have ever been considered a Sin, as long as all participants in any such carnal act were above age and consenting.

Then, there were a few murderers you knew. Granted, murder made the lines blurry, but some Sinners killed in self-defence, or only targeted others such as themselves, protecting the innocent in a very gruesome Dexter-like fashion. Were they really to be condemned? And who the fuck gave a damn about Sloth. So, some people were just bone idle, who gave a shit? Heaven apparently.

And now, the ruler of Hell was condemning those around him as well. He was supposed to care for his people, good or bad. Not to mention those who were solely created for or born in Hell, such as Imps, Hell-Hounds, or the Deadly Sins themselves; they hadn’t committed any crimes to get sent here originally – it was their home.

Your eyebrows furrowed, creating an annoyed crease along your forehead.

“No,” You told Lucifer, who stared at you incredulously.

No? Didn’t you understand the situation? He was Lucifer. King of Hell. He could destroy you with no effort spared, leaving no trace that you ever existed, and you were telling him no? He wasn’t an unreasonable guy, but how could you possibly think that being around him was a good idea? Did you respect Charlie more than you feared him? Granted, he didn’t go out much so few knew how powerful he was, but no other Sinner would dare deny him his wishes.

You saw the look he was giving you and decided to explain yourself.

“Look, I’m only here ‘cos Charlie thought it was a good idea, and if you genuinely hate me, I’ll go and you’ll never have to see me again, but you’re not even trying right now. You haven’t spoken to me. You don’t know anything about me, and frankly, I think Charlie’s right, you do need someone to talk to.”

“I don’t-” Lucifer started.

“You don’t even know why I’m down here,” You interrupted angrily, though you refrained from raising your voice. “And you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same. Ooh, we squandered your gift of Free Will and now we deserve to suffer for eternity, do we? Grow up!”

Lucifer stared at you in astonishment, and you sighed, apparently not finished in your tirade, “I’m going to my room tonight, but tomorrow, I expect that you’ll at least try to tolerate me. Who knows? We might even find some common ground. We both love Charlie, don’t we?”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say to that. He certainly loved his daughter, more than anything else in the universe, but you? He still suspected that you had some kind of ulterior motive… everyone in Hell did. Yet, you had a point. He would do this for her, even if it meant he had to tolerate you.

Who were you, really?

He looked at you closely for the first time, trying to pick out some detail of who you might have been. It was even more disturbing than he previously thought. Before, he only saw a human. Now, he examined your clothes. There was little to say about the style, but your apparel was reminiscent of a Holy Animal. With the ruffled cuffs of your jacket, the way the back peaked to create the image of feathers, and the yellow ribbon that lined the white material, you looked like a dove.

Yet… Despite living in the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie had insisted that you didn’t seek redemption. Why go through the farce of dressing like an Angel then… unless? No, you couldn’t be. No Angel would dare stray from Heaven unless they were ordered to.

Lucifer held back a glower, trying to keep his emotions in check so you wouldn’t sense his thoughts. There was a possibility, though small that you had been sent by the likes of Adam to spy on Lucifer and his kin, ensuring that none of Charlie’s patrons ever found a way to the Pearly Gates.

Well, it wouldn’t take long to uncover your ruse. Lucifer had ways of telling an Angel from a Demon, and once you were asleep, he would know.

“Yeah,” Lucifer said evenly. “I love my Charlie.”

“So, you’ll try then.”

Lucifer nodded his head in consent.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

The sentiment went unreturned as your King returned to his chambers, biding his time until you slept.

When you returned to your room, you got ready for bed. The day had been long and unusual. Honestly, you didn’t feel that you had a place in the manor, and you longed for your room in the Hotel, even if it was smaller, had a large stain on the carpet (which Nifty had named Vivienne) and an unruly infestation of roaches.

In the short time you had spent there, it had become home.

You would miss the arguing inhabitants, the energetic wake-up call from Charlie, the feeling of safety that Vaggie instilled, and the sound of Alastor’s morning and evening radio broadcasts. Yet, you hoped you might find something equally valuable in return if only Lucifer would open himself up to the possibility that you didn’t want anything from him.

After glancing out of your window, which had a balcony you could step out to if you so wished, you took in the whole of the Magne District which was the heart of Pentagram City. If you strained your eyes, you could just see the flashing neon of the Hazbin Hotel, and if you turned your gaze up… There was Heaven, out of reach yet always in sight, taunting most Sinners, yet emboldening a brave few who dared to wonder What If? What if they could change and gain admittance to a better life?

You sighed and dared not ponder further when you needed to get some sleep.

Throwing yourself on the plush bed, you got comfortable, arranging yourself how you liked, then leaning over to your bedside table, you blew out the cherry candle you had previously lit.

You rested your head atop the satin pillows, then frowned, feeling a lump beneath it. You reached under and pulled out a rubber duck, painted to look like a Hellhound-Duck hybrid. Assuming it was one of Charlie’s childhood toys, you placed it carefully atop the table; it would keep you company on your first night in a strange new place.

Lucifer waited till the late twilight hours before leaving his workshop. He transformed himself into a snake, slithering silently through the Hallways, ensuring that you wouldn’t hear him coming.

Before being cast out of Heaven, detecting an Angel would have been a simple task. He would just know, the way he now knew how to read a Demon. Yet, with you giving off little sign of Demonic energy, he now had to test if you were of Angelic origin. There were two ways he could do so. The first was by spilling your blood. Those who were born in or sent to Heaven had golden ichor instead of the oozing red or black goop of Hell-spawn and Sinners.

However, not wishing to alert you to his presence, Lucifer decided to opt for the other method.

Once he was inside your room and certain that you were in a deep slumber, he reverted to his original form, standing over you, his pupils turning to slits at the thought of a traitor in his house. If you were what he thought you to be, he would kill you immediately.

He pulled a small yellow twenty-sided stone from his pocket and baring his fangs in anger, he pressed it lightly against your skin.

Nothing happened.

Lucifer’s expression changed from one of deep-seated loathing to confusion. You weren’t from Heaven. If you were, the stone would have glowed a brilliant shade of Gold. Instead, it remained its original dull yellow.

Very well.

He would keep his word and… Tolerate you.

He left your room as quietly as he had entered it. Tomorrow, things would be different.

Lucifer didn’t sleep that night; the idea of change was terrifying.

The next morning, when Lucifer finally resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to face you eventually, he headed downstairs, assuming that was where you were.

“JUST TRY IT!” He heard you yell. “TRY! OPEN YOUR MOUTH, DAMN IT!”

“Uh…” Was all he could think to say as he entered the kitchen and found you clinging to one of the snake cleaners he had created the previous night, in a rodeo-like fashion. The creature was trying to buck you off, with a somewhat derpy expression, probably stupidly assuming it was a game; Lucifer hadn’t bothered to instil them with much intelligence since he didn’t need them for anything more than cleaning.

“ARGH!” You grunted as you were dislodged from its back.

“What- What is this?” Lucifer asked, confused.

“Oh shit!” You cursed, embarrassed to have been caught in a less-than-dignified position. You attempted to regain a little composure by standing up, then held up a handful of wadded-up pancake.

“Do they eat?” You demanded, referring to the reptilian cleaners, “’Cos they’ve been in a picture frame their whole lives, and they must be hungry by now.”

Of all the stupid things you could have done, Lucifer couldn’t help but crack a smile, though he had the decency to hide his laugh behind a clenched fist and pass it off as a cough.

“They don’t need to.”

“Okay, but can they?”

“If they wanted to, I suppose so.”

You glared at the mushed-up pancake, “I fucking knew it. Spick, Span, eat your fucking breakfast!”

“I’m sorry, who now?” Lucifer asked.

“Well, they clean, don’t they? Spick and Span seem to fit unless you have something better to name them.”

Lucifer chuckled, a half-short-lived chuckle, but one all the same. You were more chaotic than he expected.

“Fine, if you want them to eat, you’ve got to cook in style.”

He waved his hands energetically, his outfit transforming from his usual suit to one befitting a flashy Michelin Chef. He was comfortable in the role of an entertainer as he made a dazzling display of cooking up eggs. With the flash-bang of indoor fireworks, the island counter gained a conveyor belt to transport several dishes, all perfectly presentable and giving off a delectable aroma of herbs and spices.

Eggs-benedict, frittatas, and shakshuka shot by you, closely followed by a hungry Span, though his twin was busy writhing on the conveyer belt, trying to get to his feather duster, yet doomed to chase it since he didn’t think to travel in the opposite direction so it would meet him in the middle.

The sight was memorable to say the least, even when Spick knocked the food onto the floor and his brother was left stupidly sucking on the corner of the countertop where his seemingly new favourite dish had splattered.

You couldn’t help laughing.

“See?” You struggled to get the words out, “I knew they’d like food. I’m just a shite cook.”

Lucifer gazed at his dishes proudly, even though they were no longer fit for either of your consumption.

“Hah,” You said, feeling somewhat awkward now that the moment had passed and Lucifer’s gaze was upon you, trying to figure you out. “I’ll uh, clean this up.”

“No need, leave it to Flim and Flam,” Lucifer said nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not their names.”

“Whatever. So… we’ve met, there was breakfast with a show. We done for today?”

The smile fell from your face as you realised that all of this was just another of Lucifer’s acts. Granted, he might have actually had fun with it, but it was all just in the name of claiming he had tried to be around you, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“I don’t know. I was going to go into the City if you wanted to come.”

“I can’t. I have… plans.”

Lucifer’s mood soured as he thought about visiting Heaven’s embassy to set up the meeting for Charlie. He hated everything about that building. The décor was just a cruel reminder of everything Heaven had banished him from. Moreover, while the Angels had to respect his power, they didn’t respect him; their cruel words and thinly veiled insults always cut him the deepest. Not to mention how bitter he was that the balance of power was uneven. Sure, Heaven had an embassy in Hell, but there was no such building in Heaven where Demons could work to arrange meetings between Angels and him.

It would always be Lucifer going to their building, on their terms, usually at their behest.

“Plans? So, you’re setting up Charlie’s meeting today?” You guessed astutely. “You know, I’m walking that way too.”

Lucifer guessed at your game. You probably hadn’t been going in that direction at all, but this was all in the name of ‘trying’. One way or another, he would have to learn to get along with you.

“Fine. Let’s go,” He said, flicking his hand back blasély, even though he found the idea of walking the streets of Hell daunting.

It would be better if he could teleport there, but at least, by the end of the day, you would have something positive to report back to Charlie.

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irenewsky · 1 month ago

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Anime I watched in 2024 (Part 1)

I’m not gonna lie. This was supposed to be posted *checks the calendar* five months ago. I’m not going to be writing a summary for these like I have in the past. I mean, I do love to yap but this time I’ll just give you my thoughts and a link to MyAnimeList. Hope that’s okay!

Without further ado, here are the animes I watched in 2024. Looking forward to next year of anime!

Part 2 of this list: Anime I watched in 2024 (Part 2)

Older lists:

Anime I watched in 2023 Part 1 / Part 2

Feel good anime Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!

Summary: MyAnimeList - Cherry Magic!

12 Episodes

Genre: Boys Love, comedy

Themes: adult cast, super power, workplace

LOVED THE MANGA OMG. And the anime adapted it so wonderfully. It did skip some things at the end, like the whole thing with Kurosawa's parents not being the biggest fans of their relationship at first, as well as other things like the two going apartment hunting, planning their wedding, etc. Regardless, it managed to stay very true to the manga and what little changes were made worked well. Very enjoyable to watch.

The Apothecary Diaries

Summary: MyAnimeList - The Apothecary Diaries

2 seasons

Genre: drama, mystery

Themes: historical, medical

Loved this one. Maomao as a protagonist is such a breath of fresh air. She’s weird and she’s so smart. She has the most beautiful eunuch of the imperial court looking at her and thinking ”You terrify me. I like that.” Said man has had his soul leave his body multiple times thanks to misunderstanding her words. This is a 10/10 pairing of characters.

Mr. Villains Day Off

Summary: MyAnimeList - Mr. Villain’s Day Off

12 episodes

Genre: fantasy, slice of life

Themes: iyashikei, urban fantasy

As a certified slice of life and comedy lover, this one hit the spot 100%. Just a lot of lighthearted fun and cozy vibes. Do yourself a favour and go get your instant serotonin boost.

Cute High Earth Defence Club LOVE!

Symmary: MyAnimeList - CHEDCLOVE

3 seasons + OVA

Genre: comedy

Themes: parody, school

I have no idea what made me watch this but I’m not mad about it. Magical girls without the girls. Instead it's a group of guys who are unenthusiastic about their new magical job.

The OP for season 1 sounded like it was pulled straight from Ensemble Stars. Amazing.

BUCCHIGIRI!!?!

Summary: MyAnimeList - Bucchigiri

12 episodes

Genre: comedy, supernatural

Themes: delinquents, school

Positives: The character designs. Seriously, they gave us Jin Marito who is essentially a Matcha Blossom love child influenced by Adam (SK8 Infinity).

Negatives: The MC was more annoying than the MC of Tokyo Revengers - and that's saying a lot. I didn't hate him but my god, if he didn't test my patience. And Matakara, my boy, you deserve better friends.

If you want a good show with a graffiti covered high school and students that are really good at throwing hands, may I suggest Wind Breaker? Speaking of...

WIND BREAKER

Summary: MyAnimeList - WIND BREAKER

2 season (Ongoing)

Genre: action

Themes: delinquents, school

A fantastic story about learning to love and accept yourself and about finding a community of your own.

Was immediately a lot more promising than Bucchigiri. Likable mc, fun character designs for his classmates and his adversaries, nice animation. Also love the fact that we get a canonically queer character in season 2!

Togame and Umemiya, I love you two so much. My babies <3. And Sakura-kun, my flustered blushy boy.

MASHLE: MAGIC AND MUSCLES

Summary: MyAnimeList - MASHLE

2 seasons

Genre: action, comedy, fantasy

Themes: gag humour, parody, school

Does this even need introductions? A fun time.

Delicious in Dungeon

Summary: MyAnimeList - Delicious in Dungeon

24 episodes

Genre: adventure, comedy, fantasy, gourmet

BUMB OF CHICKEN OP SONG?! LET'S GOO. I LOVE THAT BAND. (This song was my top 1 song of 2024 in Spotify).

This one had some strong DnD and Pathfinder vibes which I really enjoy. I like the characters a lot and the dynamics between them. Chilchuck and Senshi had me in tears from laughter in episode 15. Highly recommend this one, even though it feels like everyone and their dog watched this one last year.

LOOKISM

Summary: MyAnimeList - LOOKISM

Genre: action, drama, supernatural

Themes: school (personal addition: bullying, friendship, living a double life)

Wait, is the OP sang by Ateez? Oh, it is.

Anyway, a Korean show for a change. Adapted from a manhwa. Wasn't sure if I would like it but also wasn’t ready to drop it just after two episodes. I’m glad I stuck with it because it was honestly quite entertaining once the story fully kicked in.

Went and checked out the English translation of the manhwa afterwards (there’s like 500+ chapters??). It quickly became apparent that there were some big changes (putting it midly) done to the story in the adaptation process but I think those changes worked for the show’s benefit. The content was censored quite a bit and made more compact to fit 12 episodes. The subject matters handled in the Webtoon are often very heavy, violent and serious so I feel like the early chapters that were picked for the adaptation were a great choice

For part 2 of this list, check out the link in HERE or in the beginning of this post! Thanks for reading.

#anime watched in 2024 #anime recommendation #cherry magic #the apothecary diaries #mr. villain's day off #cute high earth defense club love #bucchigiri?!#wind breaker #mashle #mashle: magic and muscles #delicious in dungeon #lookism anime

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sortyourlifeoutmate · 1 year ago

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Amuses me how the ICJ ruling annoyed Israel by not sucking its dick and instead daring to suggest it was in the wrong and annoyed everyone else by not calling for an immediate ceasefire, leaving everyone not especially happy. Perfect!

Also, this might be me being cynical, but while its nice they more-or-less sided with South Africa, I can’t really see this mattering all that much. The house always wins, and the house in this case does not give two shits. Or, rather, the house is adamant it is already not doing the bad things it’s being accused of and is doing the good things it’s now being told it should be doing.

Preserve civilian life? We’re doing that! Get aid in? We’re super doing that! What’s the problem? We’re the best! Hamas should be on trial! You all hate Jews, that’s your problem! You’re out of order! The whole system is out of order because it keeps saying we’re doing something wrong when we’re not! Self-defence! October seventh! Dead babies! Nazis!

(With America in the background kind of just nodding.)

So I can’t really see things changing. What’s that? Israel has to report back in a month to say how it’s doing the things you want them to? Yeah, I’m sure that’ll work out great. Mean, how many people can get blown up unfortunately be used as human shields by Hamas in a month? A few thousand? What’s that?

Sigh.

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her-devils-advocate · 2 years ago

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Snippets from a domestic summer. (Part 3)

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Nate Sewell / Female Detective (Named)

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: (Part 1) (Part 2)

An attempt at a water fight, which only goes as well as one would expect when Unit Bravo and Detective Michaelis are involved

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47590726/chapters/121202698

♥. Word count: 940

Adam stands beside the crumbling facade of the warehouse, arms crossed with a less than charming scowl on his face as his eyes remain locked onto the detective. The detective who was currently making it her mission to single-handedly drag the huge tub of water out into the forest clearing. The large tub roughly came up to Val’s knees, holding more water than what was needed for her little scheme.

"You could help instead of watching me like a hawk, you know?" She huffs up at him, blowing aside a stray lock of hair that was tickling her nose in the process.

"I believe it was your idea in the first place. As well as your idea to fill up the tub in the warehouse, rather than out here with the hose where it would have been easier for you to move around."

"Yeah yeah, easier to point out the flaws in my plan when it's already in motion." She deadpans before smiling at him, her nose scrunching slightly as she does. The lovely day makes it hard to be annoyed at him, even in jest.

She plonks down the large tub, gasping slightly as the cold water sloshes over the edges, soaking her legs in the process. Dropping to the ground beside it, she lays down on the soft, verdant grass to look up at the clear sky.

Not a single cloud dares to invade the blue scene above her.

The birds chirp happily up in their homes within the forest trees surrounding them, their song drifting around the clearing. One which could easily lull her to sleep, should she close her eyes. The peaceful atmosphere around them is broken by the rapid footsteps approaching, Felix's bright smile appearing above her line of sight, surrounded by a clear blue backdrop that makes the amber of his eyes sparkle.

"Got everything?"

"Of course! There's no way this would be ruined by a lack of equipment...Though I did catch Mason trying to hide one of these earlier." He shifts one of the large water pistols within his arms before passing one over to her, watching intensely as she gives it a once over, making sure all the parts are still intact.

"Hmm, well we are just going to have to team up against him as punishment then, right?"

"Like fuck you are." As if summoned by their shenanigans, Mason comes to stand beside Adam, mirroring the blonde's stance in annoyance as he glares at the offending item in their hands.

"Language Mason..." Nate chastises as he approaches the group, smiling warily at them all before his gaze joins Mason’s. “Where did you get those?”

“Oh, these little things?” She pops off the cap before dunking one of the water pistols into the tub, letting it fill before making sure the cap is secured once more, watching with a fond smile as Felix follows her example and begins to do the same to the remaining guns. “Verda was kind enough to let us borrow them for a little while. After being ambushed by his girls all weekend…Well, Eric and Verda didn’t need much convincing to pass them over to us to enjoy for a bit!”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” Adam mutters with a sigh before moving to head back into the safety of the warehouse. “I want nothing to do with this.”

Before Mason gets the chance to follow their leader indoors, a cold stream of water flies through the warm air, almost as if time had slowed, hitting him in the back of the head. He swings around with a growl, eyes narrowing in on the water pistol hanging limply between Val’s fingers, her eyes widening before she shoots off to hide behind Nate, who is currently trying -and failing- to not show any signs of humour on his face.

“Ok…In my defence, I didn’t think that would actually hit you!” Her meek voice is muffled by Nate’s shirt as she clings to his back for salvation.

Nate loses the battle of composure, sputtering out a small laugh, one that is quickly disguised as a cough once Mason’s glare swaps to settle upon him instead. “Sorry love, I don’t think that will hold up in court. Though I’m sure you know that all too well.” Mason slowly prowls over to the tub of water, picking it up effortlessly with a single hand before turning back around to approach the pair, a mischievous smile on his face that sends a chill through Felix, who is currently slinking away to safety.

“Nate…You have 5 seconds to move before you share Val’s punishment with her.” “5….4…”

“Punishment… what punishment?” Before she can fully register the situation, a cold gust of wind brushes past her as she stares up at Mason in confusion, slowly realising that her vampiric defence had vanished from in front of her. “Wait… Et tu, Nate?”

Nate, now standing a safe distance away with Felix, gives a small, amused shrug at the smaller woman. The pair winces slightly as they hear the loud splash, followed by her sharp squeal mixing with Mason’s cackles. His cackles rapidly turn to swears as she throws herself at the man, trapping him in a damp hug, making sure to get him as soaked as possible before he manages to push her off without hurting her in the process.

“So much for a normal water fight.” Felix mourns before eyeing the spare pistol sitting upon the grass near his feet, flicking his eyes up at Nate, only to shrink away at the stern look the older vampire gives him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

#♥. writing #♥. Valerie #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #detective x nate #female detective x nate #twc mason #twc felix #twc adam #unit bravo

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generallybrontidefeelings · 4 years ago

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Stressed

Rating: NC-17

A/N: Brought to you by this post. I'm tired and sleepy and don't want to make any decisions. The degree is an actual MS you can get from American University in DC. U of Tennessee’s anthropology dept. hosts what’s called a body farm. It's a lab for forensic pathology students. Do NOT I repeat DO NOT look up pictures.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x reader, Marcus Pike x you

Summary: Marcus Pike is an associate faculty member at your forensics college. You ask him to be your second reader for your thesis, even though you have a huge crush on him. Nothing is better than something, right? By the time you pass your exam, you're so pent up you could scream.

Warnings: cadaver talk, pining, age difference, some power dynamics?, annoying college talk, sex, dirty talk, a God awful metaphor curtesy of Blanche Devereaux, 39

“Take a deep breath.”

You huff in a small shallow breath. Then let it out, and take in a longer, fuller one.

“Now let it out.” You let your cheeks puff up as cool air streams past your lips. “You’ve made huge improvements, and you’ve studied hard. The paper exam will be easy, and the oral will be a cinch.”

You gulp. “I know. It’s just...pre-show jitters, you know?”

He gives you a full smile, and flips the document shut. You hand him the binder clip, accidentally brushing his fingers when you do.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

You swallow, fiddling with your paper edge. God you feel like a twelve year old. You're fucking twenty-seven and about to apply for the FBI, why are you such a sap? He’s not available. Not even remotely. He will be gone in a year, back to the Bureau. There is no reason to nurse a crush. And you curse yourself for asking a man you’re attracted to - you, idiot, idiot! - to spend more time with you. Even if it is reading your dull chapter.

"No, I have everything I need, thanks."

"Then scoot. I have to read like...thirty pages of Tanner's chapter before he gets here."

You pull your bag to your shoulder. "you're not going to get that far," you scoff. The tensing in your shoulders relaxes a little when you stand to leave.

"We'll see," he says. He opens the door of his office for you. You glance back once more, and he's still in the doorway watching you go. "See you tomorrow."

"See you." Your mind swirls back and forth between thoughts of Mr. Pike, your thesis, Pike, your oral defence, your paper exam in two days, Marcus crossing his ankles in his reading chair. And you walk. Straight ahead, not looking back. But when you get to the door handle you turn around. And he's still there. Watching.

You've never been so stressed in your life.

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You met Marcus Pike on a muggy afternoon in August deep in the heart of Tennessee. The air warped off the pavement as you drove together to the School of Anthropology to visit your cadaver lying relaxed and prostrate in the middle of a fenced field. The air is already warm, then lightning flashes in the clouds to your right, and plopping rain drops scatter across the lawn, and dampens A-0017’s second hand suit. His raisinette hands lie against the grass almost like he’s communing with the earth. You watched the water hit his face, and permanently closed eyelids, and shaved head.

You had no business being so fidgety while kneeling next to a cadaver. Agent Marcus Pike and the facility director chat a couple feet away, leaving you to your business with A-0017. Pike had never been to the school’s mysterious forensics lab, even though he had plenty of time to when he was earning his own masters. That’s what he said in his email to you three weeks earlier. He’d heard a first-year student was running a fibrous material experiment and asked to tag along. And you said yes. Why not? He was faculty. It wasn’t unheard of. His email was so polite too, letting you know if you weren’t comfortable he understood. Pike. The name rattled a memory somewhere. So you emailed him back, and the next morning he sent you his itinerary: he would meet you in Tennessee. He’d even pay for the rental car.

You sent your advisor a quick text to ask if he was ‘crazy.’ She’d sent back the laughing emoji. No, she said, Marcus Pike isn’t a crazy. You’ll like him.

You did like him. He was waiting for you at the Hertz desk, and heat licked up your skin when you realized - he was striking. He was the type of man you’d make eyes at in a bar without any hope of even getting a number. His brown hair was neatly trimmed, and he had a softness brought on by a light scruff that didn’t hide his dimples. You barely registered that he was apologizing for not getting to introduce himself before flying out, but promised he was who he said he was. Even pulled out his credentials.

“Bureau?” you said to his badge. “I thought you were an associate professor?” You want to smack yourself.

Oh, “I am,” he replied. He dug in his wallet and pulled out a campus ID that matched yours. “I’m taking an interim year. I thought teaching would be a nice way to ease into DC life.”

Now he was here, sweating under the storm clouds while watching you unbutton A-0017’s shirt, and half listening to the director tell him all about how they kept the lawn looking green despite, ahem, fluids. You sternly told A-0017 to be on their best behavior while you pulled their shirt back to examine some fiber swatches stapled to his rubbery chest.

On the flight back Pike asked you all about your thesis plans. You stuttered as you began. He waited, patient. You were writing on how the FBI could contribute to cultural repatriation efforts internationally by returning art pieces. Do you know what it could do to boost scholarly opportunities? The doors it could open! Why put it in cold storage when it could revitalize movements? Art breathes, after all. You were exhausted by the time the plane landed. Both from answering questions, and from keeping a steadily building tension under wraps. You hoped he didn’t notice how you crossed your legs.

“I’d love to read it.” He handed your backpack down from the overhead bin.

“Maybe you should be my second reader.” You got serious when his face perked up. “I still need one.”

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That was nine months ago.

Your exams are in a week, and instead of thinking about preparing, all you can think of is that once everything is turned in, you probably won’t see Marcus again. He’s been your anchor these last months, and you’ve gotten used to his solid presence and encouraging platitudes. You cup your hot cheeks because it’s a dirty thought.

He lets you work in his office for a couple hours a week every week. The crammed little space is tight quarters, but he makes room for your laptop anyway. Sometimes you worked together heads bent for full time. Sometimes he read pages from your thesis, and you help him grade some papers from his first-year art history course. And sometimes you drink three pm coffee together and don’t work at all. It’s your favorite time of the week. The glow his praise gives you is embarrassing. And he’s an easy companion - nope, colleague. Your heart beats and your mouth waters every time you’re fifteen feet from his office door. The cold door knob jolts you took. You harbor a secret. Keep it warm in your belly. It swirls hungrily deep in you.

But now it’s a problem. You’re so distracted. Every time you leave his office, you’re tense from want. Your body is already over-caffeinated and achy from sitting in hard library chairs so long. But you keep going. Every time an anxious heat lights up the alarms in your head your instinct is to ask him what to do. You have to rest your hands in your head and remind yourself: he isn’t your babysitter, he’s a grown man who doesn’t have boundless time to tell you what to do. You have to figure it out yourself. Even if you really just want him to tell you what this or that section needs, is the title here misleading, is it lunch time, do you think the tone here is condescending?

What do you think? What do you want it to look like?

You think you want to grab his dumb button down collars and bite his lip. You want it to look flushed and tousled and desperate. You want to ride him in his reading chair with the door locked. It just isn’t fair.

The night before your first exam you take z-quil, drink lavender tea, and read a chapter of your favorite book to relax. Your phone buzzes at nine. It’s Marcus: good luck! You’re going to do great! Well. Better take some more Z-quill now that your heart is palpitating.

You pass both tests in excellent standing - MS in International Relations: complete. Pike attends the oral exam. Your skin goes hot when he smiles at you when the committee declares you exceed expectations. He invites you for a celebratory drink in the next couple days, which means you have two days to sternly wrangle your crush back into the dirty corner she came from.

You fail miserably.

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“Look,” he says, setting his beer down on the glass bar counter. “I know it’s not my business, but you still look stressed out. Are your grades bothering you?”

The rim of your gin and tonic is wet with condensation from where your finger circles it. “No, they’re great.”

He bumps your shoulder with his. “Then what’s the damage? You’re jumpier than a…” he trails off thinking a good metaphor. He squints at you a little.

“A virgin at a prison rodeo?” you supply. He inhales sharply, eyes wide. “You can laugh.”

“I didn’t know you watched ‘The Golden Girls,” he says. His tone is admiring. “I was going to say jumpier than a graduate student giving their defense.” You purse your lips when he raises his eyebrows at you. “Can I help at all?”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob when he takes another sip of his beer. The soft orange lights in the bar spill around his jaw and throat, they flicker in his irises. His face in three quarter profile is august. You’re utterly exhausted from the polite ‘student mentor’ dance you’ve had to do for months while keeping your desire at bay. And more than that, you didn’t want to answer. You wanted to show him and let him decide. The sultry washboard and piano music give you that last boost.

You make sure he’s watching you, then you slowly reach out and wrap your fingers around his wrist.

Then you wait.

Marcus pauses from lifting his beer bottle, eyes glued to your hand on his wrist. It’s petite against him. He stares at your baby blue fingernails pairing beautifully with his Stirling watch - and he feels himself harden.

All the skin on your body stands at attention when he meets your eyes. Everything in them tells you he wants you just as bad. There’s a hesitant curve above his eyebrow though. You get it. You were his student - he’s such a sweet man he wouldn’t even dream of using a power dynamic like that to get laid. Your breath comes in short heaves.

“The semester ended thirty-six minutes ago,” you say over the music. He takes a deep breath. You aren’t his student anymore. Not according to the school, anyway.

You want him to decide. If he doesn’t, you’ll go home and fall apart under your fingertips thinking about how hot it would have been to lift your dress and sit on his cock while wearing your thigh highs.

“Do you want to leave?” You nod, resisting the urge to bite your lip.

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Marcus’s apartment is homey. Streetlights flood the floor of the living room through the street facing windows. You turn this way and that to inspect the dark areas that look like bookshelves while he hangs up your coat. You squeeze your hands at your sides, because this is happening. You’re in his house. The hardwood floor is cold under your stocking feet.

You jump when he puts his hands on your shoulders from behind you, holding you a mere inch from his body. You bite your lip when his nose bumps into the back of your head.

“Are you sure about this?”

“You already asked me that,” you reply, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. You want so badly to tell him to tell you what to do. That you don’t want to make any decisions. Brain is worn out. That you want to please him, and not think. Oh, to be a freshmen simply sponging up information.

“I know,” he slides his hands to your biceps and turns you around. “I can check in again, can’t I? He cups your face when you nod. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please,” you have to stop yourself from saying something incriminating, like mister Pike, or sir, or professor.

You clutch the front of his button down to anchor yourself when his lips brush yours. His mouth is soft. It coaxes you to open so he can dive into you, his tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you respond by pressing into him. You stay pliant under him, letting him lead. Your legs feel on the verge of collapse when you break away. You can’t stand it anymore.

“I want to suck your cock.”

Both of you freeze. For a second you wonder if you’ve given him a heart attack. But you watched his thighs on the car ride back and couldn’t stop thinking about kneeling between them. Your mouth waters. Marcus can’t breathe. He’s straining against his zipper. After your declaration he wants it too.

“Okay, honey,” he breathes. He brushes your ear with his thumb. “If that’s what you want, we’ll do that.”

He tries to draw you backward toward his room where he can turn on a lamp and properly pay tribute to your body, but you pull him back. You tug him to his mid-century armchair - he has the twin to it in his office. His mouth goes dry. You have to know. He looks into your face, and from the way you’ve averted your eyes, you know.

“Please?” you say. It sounds like a sob.

From this close you can smell the vanilla and bergamot of his soap. He sits, waiting for you. When you don’t move he holds his hand out for you to take.

“Come here, honey,” he draws you close. The top of your dress swings a little and he groans when he sees the break of your dress to what he thought were tights. Marcus studies your face in the second hand street light - your mouth parted, your eyes blown wide. Your hand in his is hot. “Hey, if this is overwhelming, or not what you want-”

“It is,” you correct him.

“Tell me what’s wrong then,” he requests. You feel pained. If you don’t say it now you never will.

“Tell me what to do.” Your head aches from the stress of carrying it for so long. “I’ve had to make my own decisions for months, and I don’t want to anymore. Just - for five minutes-” you bring your hands to your cheeks and press them against your hot skin. You watch as he realizes what you want. He nods in slow motion.

“Okay,” he says. “Kneel for me.” He gets even harder when you sink to your knees. Your hands rest in your lap. Waiting. He can’t believe this is happening. Thank goodness he’s going back to the Bureau in three months. He couldn’t face the other faculty - fuck, your advisor - after this. Leaning forward he cups your chin and kisses you. You squeeze your thighs together. He kisses your ear and says lowly, “take my cock out, honey. I want you to suck me off.”

When you take him in your mouth as far as you can, you look into his face. His mouth has fallen open. His ears have turned red from flushing. It’s indescribable. It makes your mouth water further around his hard length. It’s heavy on your tongue. You move up and down his shaft leisurely, trying to savor it. Letting saliva run down onto his skin as your tongue works the spongy head. You reach up to work the base with your hand when he tells you ‘no’.

“Just your mouth.” Fuck. You moan around him as a ripple pulls from deep in your core. The vibrations of you moaning make him jolt and heave. For a few moments he apologies while you breathe deeply, then resume. You take a mouthful of him. It’s feasting. It’s mindless.

His fingers brush the side of your face, and tenderly cups the back of your head. You want to make him understand this is what you want. So you slide down as far as you can comfortably, and wait. Swallowing thickly around his length

“Fuck, honey,” he groans. He gets it, taking both hands and moving your head the pace he wants. You can tell he hasn’t been asked for this often. Maybe ever. You close your eyes and just feel. His cock filling your mouth. Aches forming around your jaw. Tears leaking out of your eyes from your concentration. Your pussy wetting through your underwear. Marcus pulling your hair. You swallow hard, then he stops. And pushes you off.

You whine in protest.

“I hear you, honey,” he says softly. His voice is hoarse. “Another time. I want you to unwind right now.” Your pussy clenches.

He takes you back to his bedroom and helps you undress. He lifts your dress over your head, and kneels to help you out of your thigh highs. One day, if you’ll let him, he’ll fuck you with them on, but he likes to see all of a woman the first time he does anything to her. He kisses the bit of skin above the waistband of your panties before standing to kiss your lips. Your help him push them down your hips until they fall to your ankles. The soft gasp he lets out at the sight of your underwear and bare body is nothing short of gluttonous.

“Lay down.”

He strips while you watch. He does it without taking his eyes off of you. There’s hunger in them. This man has an appetite, you know it. The fabric rustles pleasantly between the sound of both of you breathing. Far away, ambulance sirens blare in another neighborhood, but here in his apartment the wet sound of cars passing in the rainy street are the closest accompaniment.

“I want to touch you here,” he tells you, palming your sex and making you squeak. It’s so forward.

“Do it,” you breathe, and part your legs further for him. He leans in and kisses your temple, murmuring ‘good girl’ and you swear you could black out.

You’re already so wet when his fingers part your folds to greet the new territory. “Did sucking my cock get you wet?” He sounds amazed. He tastes one fingertip before putting it back to tease your folds. “I wonder how wet you would be just holding it in your mouth while you read.”

“Oh-” a ripple works down your spine. He smirks. The tip of his finger brushes just inside your lips to tease your entrance.

“I’m going to put my fingers in you. You,” he pauses to kiss your cheek, “relax. You earned it.” He rubs his nose up and down yours, and you nudge him back just as he slips one long finger into you. You’re glad he’s being sweet like this. It’s the perfect blend of firmness and care. You want him to dominate you one someday, maybe, but right here and now, the combination of his low voice and steady fingers is ideal. Marcus kisses your cheek and mouth as he works his finger in and out of you. It’s thick and reaches further than you ever could. You spread your legs even further to tell him, more.

Without removing his hand he moves down your body to lick your clit. He sucks and flicks it as he coaxes more wetness out of your leaking cunt. Carefully he pulls the finger out and presses his wet hand to the inside of your thigh to keep you open. He laps into you, covering the muscles with lubricant because you’re going to need it. You see his face just as he decides you’re ready; it’s contemplative, like he’s concentrating. Then he slides two fingers deep into you.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so fucking good,” your voice crescendos. You reach for his shoulder as he comes up to lie beside you. His skin is warm under your palm. You buck your hips looking for something else, seeking, wanting-

“Stay still.” You still immediately. “Just feel it, baby. I want you to be ready for me.” You know what he means. His cock is thick and smearing against your hip. He was big in your mouth, he’s going to be big while pushing into you. His fingers keep moving while he kisses the tips of your nipples. When he takes one between his teeth and tugs you break. Your mouth opens, and your legs clamp reflexively around his wrist. Your pussy gushes around his fingers - you can feel it. You can feel how his movements change from a drag as a slide. He keeps pumping. He doesn’t give up until he’s sure you’ve felt every aftershock. He’d love to take his time and work a third in one day - if he can - but tonight, he wants to move on. After you swallowed his cock in his sitting room chair he’s been thinking of rewarding you.

You feel him slip his fingers out, and roll away to the nightstand. He looks back at you, and his eyes soften a little before he asks, “do you want me to use a condom?”

“No,” you say and reach for his bicep to pull him back toward you. He comes willingly. “I have an IUD. And I’m clean.” He smiles, flinging the packet over his shoulder. It makes you giggle, but it sounds hysterical to your ears. You watch him reach down and pump his cock with the hand that was just inside you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“Look at me,” he orders. Your eyes snap open. Marcus crashes his lips on yours. The hand not dripping from your cunt cups the back of your head. “I want to see your eyes while I fuck you.”

His blunt head breaks into you, you lose all thought. He sinks further in, until you’re squirming on his length because he’s stretching you. You suck air in and will your body will stay still like he suggested for his fingers. You look into Marcus’s eyes the whole time, trying to tell him how good he feels. You can’t make the words leave your throat. He pulls your head to him, kisses your mouth until you compose yourself and lie still. Then he gets to work. The breadth of him stills you anew. For the first time in months you fully relax, hardly making a sound as he thrusts steadily. You stare into Marcus’s eyes while your mouth falls open as he slides into you, and listen to the wet sounds of your pussy and the bed frame creaking.

Then he starts talking.

“Do you know how good you look in those blue trousers? I want to grab your ass every time you wear them,” he rumbles. His pace picks up a hair, and he feels harder in you somehow. He drops to his forearm. “I love watching it when you walk out of my office.” You knew it. “And that damn cardigan you never wear a shirt under? Those buttons slip right open, don’t they?” He punctuates it with a deep thrust that makes you squeak. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Wear it over for dinner. I’ll bite your tits through it.”

He fucks into you harder, sending shivers up your spine with every thrust. It moves you up the bed until you have to reach a hand up and press back against the headboard. You clutch him with the other, looping around his shoulder to feel the muscles in his arms pull and tug as he moves in you, working you up to another release Soon enough, the coil in your belly tightens and he reaches to worry your clit with deft fingers. His eyes never leave you. You think this man could make the hardest fuck feel like making love.

“I need more,” you tell him. You’re too embarrassed to ask for what you want. A tear leaks out of your eye because his thickness is so good, but you want something else too. You always underestimate him. He grins because he knows - he’s a detective. He figured it out. He leans down to rest his forehead on your temple.

“You’re doing so well,” he says. You arch up into him, your breasts brush his chest. “Your wet pussy is so sweet. It’s taking me so well. Are you gonna be respectful? Gonna listen?” You have to hold your breath as your hips tense. “Be good and come on my cock.” Oh fuck. “Say it.”

Your voice is wet with joy. “Yes, sir.”

“Such a good girl.”

Sparks lick up your back and through your cunt, forcing Marcus deeper into when you lift your lips. He slows to let you enjoy all your release. He kisses your neck, your jaw, your lips. Then when he hears your content sigh, he buries his face in your neck and chases his own release. He comes with an accompanying rumble from deep in his chest. You moan in return and lift your lips to catch him as he slumps, barely holding his weight off of you.

Water runs in the washroom as you tug the sheets back. The light clicks off, and Marcus appears with a washcloth. His dimple appears when you lean back and let him clean your tender flesh. He sits on the edge of the bed next to your hips, running his knuckles on the soft side of your breast.

“Stay the night,” says. “I’ll cook you breakfast.”

“Hm,” you say, mock contemplative. You run your fingers down his chest. He preens under the affection. “I will. I feel really good.” Your cheeks tingle at the admission. He smiles wide and bright.

He comes back from putting the cloth in the hamper. You roll so he can run his hands the length of your side

“Thank you,” you murmur. He lifts his face from where he’s been peppering your waist with kisses. His brow is furrowed in amused confusion. “For being good to me. For caring about what happened to me.” You’ll tell him the horror stories your friends have from their college another time.

He sighs and cups your cheek. “I like doing it. You’re bright. Supporting you is a privilege. Especially when I know that brain is going to put us all to shame one day.” You could cry.

“I’ve liked you since the body farm,” you admit. He wrinkles his nose. “I know. Not very romantic.”

“I liked you since you thought my campus ID was more official than my FBI badge.”

“I didn’t think that!”

“Get some sleep,” he says. A wicked glint comes to his eye. “I am going to wear you out before lunch.” You wiggle to get comfortable in the sheets and he curls over your back to hold you to his chest.

Orange light peeks through the gap in his blackout drapes. You eye him over your shoulder then settle into the pillow. All the tension in your shoulders is gone.

part 2

#marcus pike #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #reader insert #fanfiction #writing #the mentalist fanfiction #I took some liberties with UT's school of anthros forensics lab #it does exist #DO NOT LOOK UP PICTURES #IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH #DON'T DO IT #I AM NOT SQUEAMISH AND DO RESEARCH WITH CADAVERS #BUT IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH #DONT #DO #IT

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clovermunson · 3 years ago

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hphl character sheet

10/??

alright, Lydia’s older brother Adam wouldn’t leave me alone, so now he’s a full oc and i have no regrets😂

moots who may be interested: @cursebreakerfarrier @catohphm @endlessly-cursed @kc-and-co @danceworshipper @unfortunate-arrow

Name: Adam Jasper Ellis

Nicknames: Addy, Jass (both from Lydia, only to annoy him— no one else could ever use those nicknames)

Birthdate: June 13th, 18—

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

MBTI type: ENFJ — the protagonist

Blood status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: brown

Eyes: medium/dark brown

Height: 6’1 and 1/2”

Weight: 175 lbs.

Body type: tall, lean/slightly muscular

Skin tone: light, easily tans if he’s outside long enough

Distinguishing marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.):

from childhood

scar on right kneecap from scraping it on a cobblestone path

scar on back of left hand from a thorn bush

acquired in teenage years/adulthood

scar behind right ear from being scratched by a niffler

scar on left side of chest and left arm from a mission

small scars along his back from multiple missions

Background

Hometown:

Oxford, England (birth—age 10)

London, England (age 10–??)

Family

Mother

Florence Ellis née Adams was the second daughter to Helen and Paul Adams. she would attend Hogwarts at age eleven, being sorted into Ravenclaw. she would excel in charms and divination, and would later become the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department in the Ministry of Magic. she would marry Richard Ellis, and they would have two children: Adam and Lydia.

Father

Richard Ellis, firstborn son of Estelle and Robert Ellis. he would attend Hogwarts and be sorted into Ravenclaw. he would earn top marks in defense against the dark arts and charms, and he would later go on to become an auror with the ministry of magic.

Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw

Best class: defence against the dark arts and charms

Worst class: arthimancy. seriously do not ask this boy to do anything that involves numbers. it ends badly every time.

Quidditch: Chaser for the Ravenclaw team (years 2–7)

Boggart: a dark wizard threatening to attack him and his family

Riddikulus: the wizard sprouts a pig nose, ears, and tail and their wand turns into a pieces of hay

Patronus: tiger

Patronus memory: his first time traveling outside of England (only to Ireland, but it was a nice change of scenery for him)

Mirror of Erised: himself standing proudly with an auror badge on his chest, his family proud of his accomplishments

Amortentia (what he smells like): crackling firewood, a hint of smoke, leather, hint of broom polish

Amortentia (what he smells): vanilla, lily of the valley, cinnamon, TBD

Career

Ages 11–18: Hogwarts student/tutor for defence against the dark arts

Ages 18– 46: Auror

Ages 46–retirement: Head of The Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: family & friends, career

Strengths: bravery— wit — creativity — ambition —loyalty — adaptability — humorous — honesty

Weaknesses: stubbornness — impatience

Stressed: during his auror training and before big quidditch matches

Calm/Comforted: when he can have time to himself or when he’s eating

Favorites

Color: black, dark blues, green, red

Food: full English breakfast

Drink: tea and black coffee

Weather: cloudy, cooler temperatures. autumn weather is ideal for him

Hobbies: quidditch, art, astronomy, reading, and journaling

Fashion: coming from a family with a mother who insists everyone always looks their best, Adam usually dresses more on the semi-formal/casual side. at home, if he’s helping his father tend to the few animals and creatures they have, he’ll wear his more casual clothes

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Georgia Coventry (@camillejeaneshphm)

Friends

TBD

Adam is currently open for friendships with others’ ocs, feel free to message me or reply to this to let me know if you’d like for your oc to be friends with him!

Mira Iverach (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Ozzy Flint (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Zelda Cairncross (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Basil Keaton (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Marcellus Thorne (@endlessly-cursed)

Danny Gibson (@catohphm)

Rivals

TBD

Trivia

though Lydia describes him as her jerky older brother, he’s actually quite the sweetheart

became invested in art and astronomy because of his sister

his favorite holiday is christmas

his favorite books are Dracula and Great Expectations

the sorting hat briefly considered placing him in Slytherin before deciding that Ravenclaw was the best fit

their parents did not intend for Adam and Lydia to be as close in age as they are (they’re only 10 months and some odd days apart)

#hogwarts legacy #new oc #hphl oc #hphl character sheet #adam ellis

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buckysdolls · 4 years ago

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You’re cute when you...

AN- I’m still going to ask for requests on every oneshot I post lol!

Please feel free to blow up my requests/messages!

message me if you want to chat! I’d love to get to know you all! Over 18's tho!!

Ask to join my tag list. Thanks to @buckybarnes101 for being my first! <3

One Shot- Bucky x Reader

Summary- Bucky adores you, he tries to show this in subtle ways but you brush it off not wanting to think more into it even though you’re crushing on him too. He also loves to be that one annoying person who you can’t help but laugh with so he figures it’s time to step it up a notch to really show you how much he likes you.

Warnings- Bucky being a cute annoying and loving and fluffy!

You flopped onto the sofa located in the common room of The Avengers compound, with a book in hand ready to settle down for the evening. You were wearing a bralette, an oversized unzipped hoodie and shorts that wrapped around the top half of your thighs, it was comfortable to chill in knowing not many people would be roaming the compound. It was the weekend meaning it was awfully quiet, it reminded you of when you were at University, the weekends were always peaceful as people left campus for the weekend to go home. The compound felt a little like that. Many of the workers and even some of the Avengers would go home if the compound wasn’t their permanent residence. For you… it was. Fury advised you in joining the Avengers, your expertise in handling weapons and guns was valuable to them, so when Bucky arrived… in a somewhat stable state you made the perfect pair, adding Sam to the mix was a bonus. You enjoyed listening to the two of them rip into each other. Although it usually ended in you butting their heads together when it was time to focus in order to make the dream teamwork.

You shot Bucky a quick smile as he strolled into the common room, he returned the smile but you returned your interest to the book. Though trying to read the book was tough, you had noticed he was wearing his red Henley, that hugged his muscles and showed off his pecs, man you were a sucker for his muscles. You knew better than to swoon over him though, you were adamant Bucky saw you as just a friend and though you maybe did fancy him the tiniest bit you’d learnt to push those feeling aside. Not many people knew Bucky the way you did, spending copious amounts of time with him you knew him inside out, probably not as much as Steve, but you were a close second.

Bucky enjoyed your company, he had done for a while now and developed feelings for you that he struggled to word, he knew he had a better chance of showing that he was crazy for you rather than telling you. He always tried to show you by always holding you in places of affection, but you never seemed to notice. You peered up from your book as Bucky took a seat next to you, his left arm settled on the back of the sofa.

“What book you reading?” He leant into you to catch a glimpse at the words on the page, you flipped over the cover to show him the front page.

“The Duke and I?” Bucky scrunched up his face as he realised it was one of those romantic, sexy books you like to read.

“Don’t judge me!” You scowled jokingly as you both smiled. He raised his arm in defence before scooting closer to you. Him shifting next to you made it even harder to concentrate on the words in the book. You could smell the freshness of his body wash, and the coconut scent of his shampoo dangling on the ends of his hair. You took a side glance realising he was looking at you… minutes passed, and he was still staring at you. You huffed, dramatically closing your book, and looking across to meet Bucky’s eyes, he was staring intently.

“Bucky! Stop staring.”

“We’re having a staring contest.”

“I wasn’t staring at you… so we’re not having a staring contest” You pointed out squinting your eyes trying to understand what was going on his brain yet letting the corner of your lips turn upwards.

“But you’re staring now. So now we’re having a staring contest”

“That’s not how it works Bucky!” You huffed realising this was pointless and returning to your book.

“Ha! You blinked!”

“I wasn’t playing!” You sang unfazed by Bucky’s attempt to annoy you and keeping your eyes locked on the book.

“Then why were you looking at me?

“Because you looked at me first!”

“You’re cute when you’re mad” Bucky’s put his face in front of your book, leaning over you, he chuckled as you lifted your book up to your view. He always called you cute, you’d just assume he said it to every woman he’d met. His head relaxed on your lap as he adjusted his position, laying out on the sofa, his arms crossed over his chest. Did he want your attention or something? He began to pop his lips every other second, he then glanced up at you as you felt his head shift sideways, his lips were pursed realising you were still reading.

“You’re cute when you read”

You closed your book again settling it on his chest, your hand on top of the book. He smirked and his blue eyes gleamed almost looking like puppy dogs as he was happy you were paying him attention.

“You never notice when I call you cute Y/N”

“I do, I chose to ignore it cause it doesn’t mean anything. I assume you call everyone cute”

“You think I go around calling Sam cute huh? You know I only call you cute!” Bucky ran his finger through his hair still looking up at you. He always found a way to make you laugh even when he knew he was irritating you.

“You’re cute when you laugh” Bucky was more serious this time, his eyes looked deeper in yours searching as he reached out his arm to rest his hand on the side of your neck, you hair in between his fingers, and his thumb laid on the edge of your cheek. Your breath stuck in your throat as his touch sent an explosive sparkle through your body. You were used to Bucky touching you, he was always handsy with you, around your waist, lower back, shoulders, you just never questioned it assuming he was looking out for you.

“I wish I’d done this sooner” Bucky motioned his thumb in smooth strokes across your cheek.

“What’s that?” You whispered finding your words yet still feeling flustered in the moment.

“Kiss you. It’s been on my mind for a while now” Bucky mumbled before tenderly pulling your head down guiding it to his, he stopped when your noses were barely inches apart.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” You suddenly felt embarrassed wondering if Bucky was doing this to carry on annoying you, you thought you knew almost everything about Bucky, you were sure he was too busy enjoying running missions to even think about having a personal life.

“I know I can be annoying, but I ain’t a dick. I’ve felt this way for a while” Bucky pressed his lips to yours closing that inch gap. His lips were sweet, and his beard tickled your skin as your mouth moved in sync. He moved up from your lap slowly making sure not to break the kiss, his hands settled on your hips gripping them as he guided you onto his lap, so you were straddling him. Your hands were flatly pressed against his chest and his hands moved to your bum squeezing as he rubbed against you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Curiosity got the better of you pulling away and instantly regretting it as you worried you’d killed the mood. Bucky still held you smirking.

“Had to make sure… I didn’t think I’d fall for someone again after what I’d been through. An no matter what I told you, the gory details, or the fear I put in people you weren’t scared… I could see it in your eyes.”

“I wanted to make you feel part of the team and appreciated. It the least I could do after what you’ve been through. Anyway, I’m too fierce to fear you.” You prodded his chest joking with him.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky questioned, raising his eyebrows, and coking his head as if he’d been challenged. You nodded biting your lip, he suddenly flipped you over laying you on the sofa with your hands tightly held about your head as he straddled you, his face again inches form yours. You watched him as he allowed his eyes to make their way down your body, he breathed deeply clearly enjoying looking at your body.

“You have a cute body” He commented interlocking your hands and brining you up into him, smiling as he brushed his nose against yours.

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a-sketchy-a-day · 4 years ago

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Made another dragon Beetlejuice drawing. With the added bonus of Lydia, and a dragon Barbara and Adam!

Read below the cut for an entire AU.

Okay, so it takes place in a universe where dragons exist (...obviously). There are drakes, wolfhound to horse sized wingless dragons that are quite common pets. Then there’s the rider dragons, which can only be owned by members of certain special guilds and orders. And then there’s the monster dragons, vicious, untameable, and told to poses powers.

Lydia is the child of a dragon rider, and thus she had a right to get a dragon of her own. So her mother, Emily, helps her pick out the egg of her future dragon and instructs her how to take care of it. But one day while out flying, Emily's dragon Sunny got struck during a lightning storm, killing them both.

Lydia devoutly continues to take care of the egg, but weeks after it was supposed to hatch, there is still no movement. When they get to the guild to get it checked out they find the hatchling had died just a month into development.

They instantly see it as a bad omen, that first her mother and then her dragon would die. Surely it is too mean that death will follow the child everywhere. Because if this they are seriously considering to banish the grieving girl.

Charles and his new partner Delia come to her defence though, the later insisting that maybe the dragon’s death means that she was never meant to have a common dragon. After all the first riders and some great heroes found their dragons in the wilderness. So with that, Lydia is sent to the forrest, not to return until she finds herself her ‘destined' dragon.

But, having lost her mother, having her father replace her, and with the last connection he had to her gone, Lydia has already lost her will to live. Instead, she has set path for the cliffs of a mountain nearby.

Barely the second day into her journey she meets two drakes, a copper brown one and a teal one, who instantly seem to get attached to her. They accompany her on her travels, hunt for her, make sure she stays warm at night. And honestly, Lydia is glad to have friends on her last few days. She calls the teal, female dragon Barb (because her spines point in the wrong direction), and the male Adem (‘Add ‘em’ because of his extra pair of limbs). While camping out in a cave to hide from another thunderstorm, they hear a threatening rumble. Out of the darkness slowly crawls a monstrous dragon with a fiery red mane and jaw, gleaming green eyes, and twin striped tails. Both Barb and Adem crawl back and curl up in fright, trying to pull Lydia with them, but she simply stands there staring at the beast thinking: "Hu, guess this is how I die than.” It blinks at her a few times, confused that she isn’t running, before making a lunges at her. Still no reaction. He towers over her, paws at the ground around her, snarls and snaps his jaws, but she doesn’t even flinch at the flames from his nostrils, and the deep roar that sends saliva flying at her simply get’s a dry: “Gross…" And as Lydia stares at the brute with a: ‘You gonna kill me yet or what?’ look on her face, it suddenly flops down, mane turning green in a flash, and only one single mantra going through the monster’s head: ‘New best friend, new best friend, new best friend, new best friiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeend!’ And thus the party became four.

At first Lydia tries not to care, but it’s annoying how the giant dragon just keeps following and ‘purposely badly hiding every time they turn around to look’. He doesn’t even seem to mind Lydia’s gloomy mood, and takes every frustrated scream and smack she gives him a delighted grin. But the times she apologises for her outbursts or plays with his mane, he looks downright over the moon. Eventually Lydia reaches the cliffs. She looks down over the edge, causing Adem to nervously takes her dress between his teeth so she won’t fall. She backs up again, making the drake let go, she takes a few steps away…and makes a running leap into the deep. This is it, this is what she came here for. She can hear Adem and Barb’s frightened cries behind her, but they’ll be okay. Dad and Delia will figure it out, maybe they’ll have a kid of their own, and they’ll be non the wiser about what happened to her. And she’ll be okay too. Wherever her mom is, she’ll be there soon too. And then a pair of red claws wrap around her, thunderous wingbeats in her ears. At first Lydia is furious that, whatever she tries, BJ (Big Jerk) won’t let her die. Anytime she jumps, he catches her. Anything deadly she tries to attract he scares away. Venomous plant spotted? Oh, it’s on fire now. But then it sorta becomes a game, and honestly she’s mostly just challenging him now. She tries to deprive herself of sleep, but he just curls his tail around her to keep her still and despite being dirty and smelling weird, his mane is supper soft and warm. Hard to stay awake under those conditions. At one point when they sit down to eat, Lydia hesitates, puts the roasted rabbit back down, and gives BJ a smug look. Next thing she knows she blinks back to consciousness, fat and meat juices smeared across her face and hands, Adem and Barb looking at her with wide, horrified eyes, and BJ giving her an equally smug look back.

One day another rider flies over the spot where they are resting. Lydia stares after them with wistful eyes. Suddenly she is snatched up by the back of her dress and plopped down to grab hold of think green fur. There is a moment of calm while Barb and Adem get plopped down between the larger dragon’s shoulders too. And then they launch into the air. Lydia used to fly with her mom now and then. It never failed to make her laugh, to lift her spirits. Sometimes they’d fly to close over another rider’s head to give them a good scare. Sometimes her mom would take her hands off the leads with a loud ‘Don’t wanna fly anymore’, so Lydia could take over and try it out. Those were some of the few places or times that felt like she belonged. Sure, BJ isn’t Sunny, neither Barb nor Adem is her mom, but for the first time since that fateful storm, she feels a tiny bit closer to home again. So she gently spurs BJ on and pulls his mane, and the curious dragon lets himself be steered right on top over the other rider. They notice the dark shadow appearing over their head, despite the clear skies. They darn near soil themselves when they notice the giant predator hovering over them. Lydia can’t stop laughing at the reaction, and ‘BFFFF forever!' keep echoing progressively louder through BJ’s head. Deciding that maybe continuing to live isn’t too bad after all, Lydia steers BJ back into the direction of her village.

When they return, at first the council is disappointed to see Lydia walk in with two drakes. It doesn’t last long though, as a gargantuan form follows on her heels. Because you know, the monster dragon she brought with her is a Striped Demon. They posses great powers, even to twist the world around them to their wishes. Only the cruelest and strictest of men had ever attempted to tame them. Needless to say, the only people who ever managed to ride one quickly became dark lords. And most of them didn’t live very long. Now, with one of those legendary dark beasts happily doing as she asked, they fear that that dark omen from before is less ‘bad fortune will strike those around her’, and more ’next dark queen’. (Which way it will go depend on whether you’re a ’step on me dark lady’ lesbian, or a cottage-core one.)

#dragon Beetlejuice #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice on broadway #sketch #traditional art #creature #AU attached #You can clearly see which beings I'm more used to drawing

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ficforce · 4 years ago

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Burns Relationship Alphabet

Two types of F!Reader

A- Activity (What is their favourite activity to do with Y/N.) Quiet Reader: Y/N and the Captain like using their days off to go on trips, it may seem boring but they like to check out the churches on the edges of the Empire, they’re small and charming. Most of them are located outside of towns and often surrounded by green grass. They’re not as grand as company 1’s Cathedral but they’re humble and peaceful. They go for the journey more than anything and to be away from people they know - it makes it easier to be themselves. Loud Reader: Burns is rather generous and he likes to buy things for Y/N, she always tells him she can get it herself but he ignores her and does what he wants. Y/N likes clothing and has far too many outfits, a way around their disagreement on parents is for Leonard to take her out shopping for an outfit he’d like to see her in. It’s Win/Win. B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship) Quiet Reader: The Captain was adamant he would never have a relationship, he had too many secrets and did far too much of the Church’s dirty work for it to ever be safe to have a partner. So when he met Y/N after a horrific fire that took her home and her roommate, he didn’t think offering her shelter in Company 1 was going to be an issue… But as she came to him for guidance or someone to talk to about losing her faith, he couldn’t help but lower his defences around her. When Y/N made the first move to kiss him, he rejected her as gently as he could. He couldn’t risk putting her in danger or having her be used as bait. She didn’t give up though and Y/N eventually wriggled her way into his arms and heart. She doesn’t mind that their relationship is secret. Loud Reader: Y/N is aware of Leonard’s involvement in the darker side of the church, she’s in the same line of work. She lost her faith a long time ago but defends that people need something to believe in to keep them hopeful, she’s a bit of a hypocrite in church standards. At first, she didn’t like the man at all, she thought he was a pious idiot who happened to be very attractive - a waste of a man. It wasn’t until she saw him completely disregard certain rules in the interest of doing the right thing, he didn’t judge and he didn’t condescend; if he did it was in order to fire someone up to make them stronger. After tha,t she began to talk to him more and at some point, she shoved him into a wall and, despite his meagre protests, had her way with him. They’re rather casual about their relationship but it’s not shared publicly.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

Quiet Reader: Leonard is an excellent listener, it’s part of his job description as a priest but he’s always been quiet and prefers to hear people out. Y/N knows she can talk to him about anything, his life experience and his kindness make it easy - he never judges her. He’s honest enough to tell her when he thinks she’s wrong and isn’t selfish with the advice he gives her. Y/N is a little sad that he doesn’t talk so openly with her. She knows he’s hiding things and she knows it’s to keep her safe but also because he swore to God that he would keep certain secrets. It can make it hard for him to speak to her when he needs to and even though she gets it, it can get frustrating. Sometimes Captain Burns will simply want to hold her for a while and it helps as much as a conversation can. Loud Reader: They don’t talk about their feelings or problems very often, they both have things they can’t talk about and it’s simply not that kind of relationship. They’re experts at avoiding certain conversations, they understand why the other can’t speak and that causes some tension at times. Leonard and Y/N’s relationship is mostly physical, they’re seeking comfort, not a confidante. D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk) Quiet Reader: She’s not big on drinking, Y/N can handle a half bottle of wine before she’s unsteady on her feet and feels like she’s floating. When she’s drunk she gets a little emotional, whether it’s joy or sadness she usually ends up with someone handing her a tissue. Loud Reader: Y/N likes expensive liqueurs, she had a high metabolism so its hard for her to stay at a contact level of drunk before burning off the effects. She becomes playful at that point and likes to prank people. Once that involved replacing Karim’s pillows with blocks of ice… he wasn’t impressed. Leonard doesn’t drink often and he’s yet to get drunk, he finds that alcohol burns out of his system very quickly because of his ability… It at least allows him to keep an eye on Y/N and her drunken tricks. E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? Y/N gets hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..) Quiet Reader: Y/N is terrified of fire, since the incident with her roommate she can’t keep her head when flames are involved. She freezes and is more likely to get herself trapped then out of harms way. If someone is injured or it’s a general emergency, Y/N is very good at helping people and getting them to safety - she’s usually the one calling the emergency services whilst people panic. Burns really worries when he knows there’s a fire incident in her area, he always hopes that the Infernal won’t get that close but he also knows that just the thought of it will scare Y/N. He makes a point to call her before he leaves on a mission to tell her he’s dealing with it. It’s not much but he hopes it puts her at ease. Loud Reader: Some might think she’s heartless but Y/N shows little compassion when someone is hurt and once she knows they won’t make it she tends to leave them behind. It’s not that she doesn’t care, it’s just that she can’t let herself get too emotionally involved. If she lets herself get too close then she’ll struggle to keep control of the situation and others could get hurt. She might seem like a bitch but at least everyone is alive. Leonard knows she can be strict during missions and he knows that she expects him to order her around like anyone else until they’re alone. He knows that outwardly she seems fine but on the inside, she’s having massive anxieties. F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with) Quiet Reader: Y/N and the Captain were married in a private ceremony in a church far out of the way, six months later she found out she was pregnant and Leonard bought her a house in the safest part of Tokyo he could find. They have a son. Very few people know about his family and it’s always a good day when he can come home to see them both. Loud Reader:

Y/N runs a convent on the edge of Tokyo, she’s very protective of her girls and every one of them is a second or third generation. It means she’s often busy with helping them learn but she won’t let Haijima take them to their labs to ‘monitor’. There have been times she’s gotten in trouble for physically stopping them but Company 1 are conveniently always on hand to help get her out of a tight spot. G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?) Quiet Reader: She gave him a son. It took her nine months of preparation and it was hard work delivering such a precious gift. Y/N can’t often get him gifts because of the secrecy of their relationship and because she’s a full time mother and housekeeper. Burns pays for everything and he makes sure there is money in her account to treat herself and their child. She’ll always make his favourites when he comes home and makes sure he has everything he needs. Loud Reader: She buys him expensive shirts. He gets through them rather fast. Whether it’s the enemy or himself, they always get burnt or torn. Y/N knows his measurements and has them tailor made, another gift she’s fond of giving him is hair ties. Everything has to be fireproofed. Burns is also a giver of clothing, he knows how much she loves clothes and accessories. Her favourite gift from him was an anklet with a little lions head charm. H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle) Quiet Reader: When he comes home, Leonard is very affectionate with Y/N and she still gets giddy every time he holds her. Whether it’s sitting on the sofa with he arm around her whilst she leans into him or simply standing at the entrance way when he’s first gotten in - she gets excited and can’t think. Loud Reader: She’s not afraid to hand off his arm, even in public, and he doesn’t do much about it. He tends to look exasperated with her and people think he’s trying not to be difficult with Y/N but in truth, he likes the feeling of her hand on his bicep. In private he’s more inclined to let her nuzzle into him and mumble about him being too warm. I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?) Quiet Reader: She’s pretty verbal when it comes to being irritated. Y/N will usually tell someone when they’re being unreasonable and doesn’t back down easily. If it’s something she can’t face head on then she’ll get irritated and go into aggressive cleaning mode. It’s best to leave her alone until she’s calmed down. Loud Reader: On the outside, she’ll look pretty calm even if she’s thinking about different ways to murder her problem. People can usually tell when she’s annoyed because her third gen ability will begin to show and the air around her gets pretty heavy. Again, it’s best to leave her alone. J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?) Quiet Reader: It would be nice to pay for everything for once and take the pressure off of Burns, Y/N knows their son would love to spend more time with his father so she would hope that there would be a way to go somewhere far away to spend time as a family. That kind of money buys silence and time. The likelihood would be that Leonard would suggest saving it - in case he becomes unable to support them one day… Loud Reader: She’s going to give half of it to her convent and the rest she will use to buy herself out of the dirty dealings of the church. Y/N thinks she’s already worked her debt owed but money talks. K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?) Quiet Reader: Fire. Y/N is petrified of it. She can’t breathe or even think coherently near it. Y/N knows that Burns would never hurt her, he has complete control of his ability but even then she struggles to see him when he creates flames. Even candles make her uneasy. Burns is worried she’ll get herself in trouble because of this, she’s unpowered and he knows how fast a person can go up in smoke. Loud Reader: She made the mistake of showing her weakness and now she lives in fear of it being used against her. The

convent she runs is full of girls as young as two and as old as fifteen, they’re vulnerable and Y/N is the only thing keeping them from being used by the church or Haijima. Captain Burns knows she’ll do something stupid in order to protect the convent and he knows it will be hard to choose sides when it happens. L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?) Quiet Reader: She’s not one to carelessly laugh at just anything, Y/N is sweet but still serious at times and Leonard takes great joy in making her laugh. It can be something as simple as bringing her flowers or rubbing his beard against her skin to make her giggle. Loud Reader: Y/N’s the kind of woman who laughs when people fall over. She likes a good joke and she plays harmless tricks on people. Burns thinks it’s a little childish but somehow finds himself smiling at her antics. M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?) Quiet Reader: Y/N has always been an early riser and is pretty cheery, she enjoys making proper coffee and is especially happy when she can cook for several people. The only time she sleeps in a little is when Leonard pulls her close and tells her to stay a little. Loud Reader: She has to get up early most days and go to prayer, she’s so glad she doesn’t have to lead it and can be as dazed as she likes until breakfast. Burns has had to manhandle her out of bed on occasion so they can start the day. N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?) Quiet Reader: Because she rarely gets to see Burns and when they’re in a public setting they have to pretend to be friends, Y/N is very needy when they’re together. She feels like she needs to make up for lost time. She lavishes him with attention and he does the same. Loud Reader: The only times he’s ever seen her be needy were when she lost a loved one and when she let herself get too involved in a mission. She broke down each time. The loss of the child at the convent had seen her lock herself away for days until Burns had come to knock the door down. The second he had been within reach she had held onto him like her life depended on it. The second time was when she failed a mission and got her comrades killed, Leonard had rescued her and she had once more clung to him, asking him not to leave her alone. O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?) Quiet Reader: Captain Burns wishes he could go home to wife and child one day and never have to leave. If he had nothing holding him back then that’s all he would need to be happy for the rest of his life. For now, they enjoy their trips to the countryside. Loud Reader: Y/N loves spending time with her girls at the convent. They’re such a handful and there’s always something to laugh about or celebrate. They get very excited when Captain Burns or Karim or Foien come to visit. Leonard enjoys the visits too and he often hides candy in his coat pockets - if the nuns can get to it before it melts they can have it. (He always brings treats that don’t get melted too) P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when Y/N are in pain?) Quiet Reader: She’s a trooper, she barely ever complains about pain and will ignore it until she can’t anymore. She figures that it will just go away but then it gets too much and she wishes she had just taken some painkillers an hour earlier. Burns gets irritated when she gets herself in such a state but will look after her until it passes. Loud Reader: Y/N gets hurt on missions, she’s been hit, stabbed and shot at least once in her life. She’s the type of person who needs to have a scream and a little cry before soldiering on. Burns has patched her up before and she’s done the same for him. Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship) Quiet Reader: “I hope you find someone you can’t live without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.” - Kiera Cass Loud Reader: “I love the

grey area between right and wrong.” - Dan Brown R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing Y/N after a long time of being apart) Quiet Reader: Burns is always flattered when Y/N practically slides across the floor in her eagerness to greet him, he takes her into his arms and presses kisses to her face until she forces him to kiss her mouth. They don’t hide the fact that they want each other and if their child isn’t in, they head straight to the bedroom. Y/N has usually prepared his favourite meal for him. Loud Reader: In their younger days they would see each other quite often but when she took control of the convent and Burn’s became Captain it changed. They were both busier, their jobs more legitimate but needing their full attention. When they meet they waste no time in catching up, they don’t always have sex but neither would refuse the other. Sometimes it’s nice to chat about dumb stuff from the past and present. S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?) Quiet Reader: She doesn’t tend to get stressed. If she does it’s usually because she’s planned too much for one day and something’s gone drastically wrong. Burns doesn’t usually show when he’s stressed but Y/N senses it when he comes home, he’s tired and she is always intent on helping him forget work for a little while. Loud Reader: When she’s not on a mission she can get quite stressed - it’s difficult getting thirty to forty nuns to behave themselves and not burn the convent down… Thank Sol for alcohol. T- Terror (What are they afraid of?) Quiet Reader: Flames. Her best friend and roommate Spontaneously Combusted and set fire to their home. Y/N was trapped and was just barely rescued by Company 1. She lost everything. Loud Reader: Y/N used to be an Evangelist White Clad, she betrayed them for the Holy Church of Sol and joined their underground operations to pay for her ‘sins’. Later she got out of full time duty and was able to open her convent. There’s always a fear that the Evangelists will seek revenge or that the church will threaten her girls in order to get her back to work. U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?) Quiet Reader: Y/N is an excellent cook and her neighbours often ask her to bake cakes for parties. Loud Reader: She can do a backflip… it’s not really unique but she’s pretty proud of it. V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?) Quiet Reader: Her ability to fight is nil. Y/N has never been in a fight and nor would she ever want to be in one. She’s not a violent person and she doesn’t like witnessing fights either, she doesn’t see why people can’t just talk things out. Loud Reader: She’s an excellent fighter, her speciality is knives and her ability gives her an edge (no pun intended). Y/N’s a bit of a hot head so argues with people mostly. Her fighting ability was honed in order to serve God - Don’t make her have to use it for stupidity. W- Wow (What does Y/N do that really surprises them? What do they do that Y/N really likes?) Quiet Reader: Leonard is always impressed with how dedicated she is when she sets her mind to something. Almost nothing can stop her. Y/N isn’t afraid to admit that Leonard Burns’ entire being leaves her in awe. Loud Reader: Y/N has never seen Leonard be moved once he’s planted himself, no enemy has ever knocked him down and she’s even tried to move him herself. He’s a mountain that cannot be budged. X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates) Quiet Reader: She likes to bite him. He loves when she climbs over him and teases him with her nails and teeth, considering she’s against violence and is generally sweet natured, it never ceases to excite him. Loud Reader: Y/N isn’t afraid to dominate the Captain, she knows he likes her to take the reigns for a while and it’s hugely rewarding that the Empire’s Lion lets her tame him. And of course, he shows her what she’s dealing with if she gets carried away. Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly

that they can’t deal with it?) Quiet Reader: She’s a mother… there’s not much that makes her cringe anymore. Loud Reader: Y/N hates dealing with body parts. She once went on a mission with 52 and Burns, the young assassin sliced up an enemy and she ended up with a finger falling into her top. It was not appreciated and the little Joker regretted laughing at her as she yelled for Burns to get it out. Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without Y/N)

Quiet Reader: She’s early to bed, early to rise. Y/N has to sleep alone most of the time and she sometimes can’t sleep because she’s lonely. When Burns is there she sleeps happily in his arms with her head against his chest. That’s when she’s happiest. Loud Reader: The woman sleeps like the dead. Once she’s asleep she barely moves and her breathing is so shallow, that on the rare times he’s slept in her bed, Leonard thought she was dead and had to check her pulse. She complains that he’s too hot to sleep with in the summer…

#leonard burns #reader #fire force #enen no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai #alphabet

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writeyouin · 1 year ago

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Learning To Get Along

A/N – So, a user on A03 suggested the snake servants’ new names. It was a stroke of genius on their behalf, and I can only thank them for it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

FEMALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Do you think you can manage that? Lucifer’s words hung in the air, creating an icy barrier between you.

Your eyebrows furrowed, creating an annoyed crease along your forehead.

“No,” You told Lucifer, who stared at you incredulously.

You saw the look he was giving you and decided to explain yourself.

“I don’t-” Lucifer started.

Who were you, really?

Well, it wouldn’t take long to uncover your ruse. Lucifer had ways of telling an Angel from a Demon, and once you were asleep, he would know.

“Yeah,” Lucifer said evenly. “I love my Charlie.”

“So, you’ll try then.”

Lucifer nodded his head in consent.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

The sentiment went unreturned as your King returned to his chambers, biding his time until you slept.

In the short time you had spent there, it had become home.

You sighed and dared not ponder further when you needed to get some sleep.

Throwing yourself on the plush bed, you got comfortable, arranging yourself how you liked, then leaning over to your bedside table, you blew out the cherry candle you had previously lit.

Lucifer waited till the late twilight hours before leaving his workshop. He transformed himself into a snake, slithering silently through the Hallways, ensuring that you wouldn’t hear him coming.

However, not wishing to alert you to his presence, Lucifer decided to opt for the other method.

He pulled a small yellow twenty-sided stone from his pocket and baring his fangs in anger, he pressed it lightly against your skin.

Nothing happened.

Very well.

He would keep his word and… Tolerate you.

He left your room as quietly as he had entered it. Tomorrow, things would be different.

Lucifer didn’t sleep that night; the idea of change was terrifying.

The next morning, when Lucifer finally resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to face you eventually, he headed downstairs, assuming that was where you were.

“JUST TRY IT!” He heard you yell. “TRY! OPEN YOUR MOUTH, DAMN IT!”

“ARGH!” You grunted as you were dislodged from its back.

“What- What is this?” Lucifer asked, confused.

“Oh shit!” You cursed, embarrassed to have been caught in a less-than-dignified position. You attempted to regain a little composure by standing up, then held up a handful of wadded-up pancake.

“Do they eat?” You demanded, referring to the reptilian cleaners, “’Cos they’ve been in a picture frame their whole lives, and they must be hungry by now.”

Of all the stupid things you could have done, Lucifer couldn’t help but crack a smile, though he had the decency to hide his laugh behind a clenched fist and pass it off as a cough.

“They don’t need to.”

“Okay, but can they?”

“If they wanted to, I suppose so.”

You glared at the mushed-up pancake, “I fucking knew it. Spick, Span, eat your fucking breakfast!”

“I’m sorry, who now?” Lucifer asked.

“Well, they clean, don’t they? Spick and Span seem to fit unless you have something better to name them.”

Lucifer chuckled, a half-short-lived chuckle, but one all the same. You were more chaotic than he expected.

“Fine, if you want them to eat, you’ve got to cook in style.”

You couldn’t help laughing.

“See?” You struggled to get the words out, “I knew they’d like food. I’m just a shite cook.”

Lucifer gazed at his dishes proudly, even though they were no longer fit for either of your consumption.

“Hah,” You said, feeling somewhat awkward now that the moment had passed and Lucifer’s gaze was upon you, trying to figure you out. “I’ll uh, clean this up.”

“No need, leave it to Flim and Flam,” Lucifer said nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not their names.”

“Whatever. So… we’ve met, there was breakfast with a show. We done for today?”

“I don’t know. I was going to go into the City if you wanted to come.”

“I can’t. I have… plans.”

It would always be Lucifer going to their building, on their terms, usually at their behest.

“Plans? So, you’re setting up Charlie’s meeting today?” You guessed astutely. “You know, I’m walking that way too.”

“Fine. Let’s go,” He said, flicking his hand back blasély, even though he found the idea of walking the streets of Hell daunting.

It would be better if he could teleport there, but at least, by the end of the day, you would have something positive to report back to Charlie.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years ago

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Humans are Space Orcs, “The verdict.”

Was writing very quick today, so forgive the typos, and I hope you like it

The detective woke to a familiar face only a few feet away from his. He was being shaken back and forth and with every shake his head pounded. Despite being able to see it took him more than a few minutes to finally understand what was even going on.

“Detective, detective! Wake up, there we go, that’s it. You hit your head pretty hard.”

When his vision finally focused down and he took the time to recognize the face in front of him, he yelped in sudden surprise and tried to leap to his feet. However, his legs had other ideas, and he sagged hard towards the ground, his head pounding and nauseous.

Admiral Vir laid a hand on his shoulder, “Woah there hotshot take it easy. Gonna need you to stay still so I can take care of this.”

He groaned and tried to swat the other man away, “You-!

“Didn’t do this.” HE said, grabbing the Detective by the wrist and holding it tight as he used his left hand, and a damp cloth to wipe blood from his head, “Think back a little and maybe you’ll remember.”

Confused by the man helping him, and his own throbbing head, he did his best to think back.

He remembered being outside the cells watching the cameras. He remembered dozing off in his seat a little.

And then it came to him.

He remembered being violently dragged off his chair and into the dark bak room, a hand over his mouth only to be set upon by the three escaped human prisoners. Things were so silent and so quick that it was hard to rationalize what happened. His eyes, still trying to focus, looked around the room and the wide open floor which constituted some kind of bar or club, with chairs and tables and seats, and a dance floor. However, everything was deserted as of now, and he was sitting back against one of the couches, his legs sticking out straight before him.

Admiral Vir leaned forward a bit, eyes narrowed in concentration as he parted the matted hair on top of the detective’s scalp. The expression the detective had come to know, one of indignant, childish petulance, was gone, and in its place was a serious expression of worry and concern that made the man look nearly twenty years older than he was.

This was the man he had expected when he heard admiral, not the sass mouthing over talkative prisoner he had been trying to interrogate for the past day or two. Admiral Vir sat back on his heels, his expression serious still, but less worried now, “So, you got yourself whacked pretty hard. Luckily for you the bleeding stopped and the cut isn’t too deep. Normally I would suggest finding a doctor to make sure you haven't badly concussed yourself, but considering the circumstances, we don’t really have that option.

We? He thought with some incredulity repeating the phrase before he knew what he was saying, “We…. What do you mean by we. I am the detective and YOU are the suspect.”

A little bit of the sarcastic childishness returned as the Admiral rolled his eyes to the heavens, “You are a pretty shit detective if you haven’t figured out by now that I am on your side.” Admiral Vir sat back on his heels, his one green eye staring the detective in the face, surprisingly devoid of any sort of malice.

“I’m going to be honest with you about exactly what happened, no sarcasm this time, no jokes. I was called into this planet as a consult to a murder.” he held up a hand as the detective went to protest, “Yes, I know, I am no detective, but I was asked by the GA, so I went. When we got there we found a dismembered Tesraki body in the back of his shop, based on the tourist area and and violence of the crime, I determined that humans had done it. WHen I saw the missing limbs I immediately assumed this was some sick plot about trying to find exotic meat or something, but it turns out I was wrong on that front.”

The admiral Stood and went over to toss the damp rag into a trashcan before returning, “I returned to our hotel room later that night with Krill and Sunny and sat down to compile a list of possible names. I found about twenty, but by the time I was done, it was already too late at night to do anything. I tried to sleep, but none came, so I left to go on a walk. Naturally my preoccupied mind let me towards the part of the city where those twenty names were registered.

It was only by luck that I ran into that alley at all. I couldn’t let the Tesraki die, so I stupidly jumped in and nearly got my throat cut once or twice. I did knock two of them out and break the sternum of the other one.” He patted the leg which the detective happened to know was mechanical, “I always forget how strong this piece of hardware is, but anyway, I called the authorities and the men were carted away. The Tesraki was fine when he left. I remember wrapping my jacket around him and carrying him out to wait for emergency vehicles. That was the last time I saw him. WHen we returned to the precinct the day after, was when you showed up and arrested me.”

The detective sat, his head reeling slowly in confusion and suspicion, “But I saw the security tapes. That’s not what happened.”

“Can you guarantee those security tapes werent doctored. Were you the first person to have your hands on them?”

He paused and then shook his head, “Well, no.”

“And do you admit it is kind of weird for me to be arrested the day after the three men in the alley?” “I mean a little.”

“And based on all the research you have done on me, isn’t this a bit out of character.”

The detective paused unwilling to admit that he had been having some doubts. Sure he had been given a preliminary report of the Admiral’s criminal history, but when he got a better look at it, most of his actions had been justified. In the Drev war, he had been a member of operation Steel eye, a drugged young man being taken advantage of by a system. During the first contact incident, his excitement had led to the discovery of aliens, though the bran had misinterpreted his enthusiasm as hunting. His return to the Drev home planet had involved him spending time to learn their language and about their culture. And his murder of the burg that had inevitably caused the war was an act in self defence, and he couldnt have known that spitting on the creature was going to kill it.

He sighed deeply, “Alright, you have a point…. But I still think your an annoying asshole.”

The man smiled, “I get that a lot.”

“Anyway point of the story is, I woke up to something last night and the cell was open. I think they were trying to frame me for your murder, but the Tesrak idetective came into help at the alst second, and told me to get out as soon as I can.”

He supposed that made sense, and fit into his experience, “And what do you plan to do now? How are you going to get out of this. IF this is really a plot to frame you, and the department is involved, we can assume it comes from high up, with someone powerful enough to at least consider themselves above the law.”

The Admiral paused, tapping his fingers against his knee, “Did you come here in your own ship?”

*** “You must find the admiral and the detective. Leave admiral Vir alive, but make sure the detective dies. In the meantime, I will take this evidence and present it to the GA council, they are unlikely to disbelieve video evidence of the crime.”

The Kree sighed, but nodded, “It will be done.

At that announcement Sunny suddenly grabbed krill by his shoulder and hauled him back into the darkness just in time for the Kree to step out of the office followed by the Tesraki senator.

WIth one hand over Krill’s mouth, Sunny pulled the two of them behind a very large potted plant, watching as the two made their way down the hall.

They had just disappeared around the corner, when Krill turned to look at Sunny, “Why didn’t we jump them?”

Sunny turned to frown at him, “Because what were we going to do, threaten to eat him? Besides, no one would believe us, at least not here. I have a better idea.” “A better idea?”

“Just trust me”

***

Admiral Vir pulled his jacket up against the rain as they came to the launch field. It wasn’t that far away from the department, so they had to keep a low profile, which was hard as two humans, though the cover of rain helped some. The Detetive checked around the landing strip and then motioned the admiral to follow him quickly. Adam did as told and hurried after him, until they came upon a little black/silver ship at the back of the lot.

Adam raised an eyebrow, “A rundi short cruiser, how did you manage to score one of these babies.” he ran his hand along her smooth aerodynamic hull.

“A what? Oh this thing.” He shrugged, “It was given to me for this mission.”

Adam frowned, “This thing? You mean this work of art.

The man just stared at it, ‘It’s a spaceship.”

“It is a shuttle that can warp! And you are calling it just a spaceship. It’s one of only ten ships in existence like this. The Detective shrugged unimpressed, and Adam sighed long and loud, “You have no appreciation for the finer things in life. I bet you don’t even know how to drive it.”

“Its autopilot, why would I want to drive it?”

Adam put his head in his hands, “You’re going to make me cry.”

The door to the little ship hissed open, and the two of them climbed inside. The interior was almost as sleek as the outside, and Adam couldn’t help but run his hands over the console and controls as he went to take a seat in the copilot chair as the other man sat down and began slowly flipping up pre programmed controls.

Adam sighed as the detective flipped through the instruction manual.

“Do you want to drive/” The other man snapped

“I thought you’d never ask.” Adam retired, reaching out a hand for the controls.

Just then the two of them were blinded as a bright spotlight beamed down upon them.

“Admiral Vir, step away from the controls and come out with your hands up.”

“Shit!”

The detective was just reaching out to power down the shuttle, when Adam reached forward, and flicked up the last few switches with lightning speed, turning over the engine and grabbing the controls.

“What the hell are you doing!” The detective yelled “You can’t fly this thing manual, it's too fas-”

He punched the throttle, and they rocketed into the air, doing a tight barrel roll to the left narrowly avoiding the emergency shuttle and equipped high beams. The detective screamed, and then choked off as the G force slammed him back into his seat.

Adam caught their spin and leveled out, coming face to face with another three cruisers. Pulling back on the joystick with his left hand, they shot up vertically before he took them into a spinning vertical dive that had them cutting past the two shuttles, now spinning in confusion.

The Detective screamed again as they pulled out of the dive and back into a vertical climb. On the rear cameras, he could see the three shuttles meandering around in confusion, and thought they were out of the woods for a moment before another set of beams fell on them, and a sleek black ship, of a make he could not identify, fell in behind them.

He punched it harder, pulling into a tight backward loop. WIthout his flight suit the G forces behaved brutally causing his vision to blacken at the edges, but by tensing his belly and chest, he continued to force blood into his head. Off to the side, the G force had been to much for the Detective who was hit with a sudden bout of G-lock and passed out, flopping against his harness like a fish.

He pulled out of the dive just behind the pursuing shuttle, and then quickly cut up and left, pushing the ship to the extremes of it’s speed. As they rose higher into the atmosphere there was an automatic cachunk as the atmospheric engine moved over to the compressed warp/funsio nengine.

The detective flopped around like a dead fish for a few more seconds before his head slowly rolled back upright. He looked horribly green.

“IF you throw up I swear to the Leviathan, I am going to kill you.”

Behind him the little black ship was maintaining a distant pursuit with some difficulty.

Once out of the atmosphere and heading into high orbit, Adam reached down and engaged the warp.

The detective reached out a hand, “Wait!”

But it was too late, the universe around them began to spiral, folding over on itself and reflecting back the space like a mirror. The feeling was terrible like being folded in half or pulled apart as everything far away appeared close and everything close appeared far away.

Admiral Vir felt himself getting ready to pass out against the full power of an undampened warp his brain unable to fathom what he was seeing as space around them was compressed.

They came out with a sudden jolt that threw them against their seats jerking them forward and then back with a sudden halt.

The Detective groaned piteously where he was passed out in his seat Ad had barely retained consciousness, but shook it off as he reached out to grab the controls.

A soft dripping noise had him turning his head to the side, upon which time he grinned rather smugly and turned his head back to the front where the rundi planet, Irus, glowed like a blue and orange marble against the sky. The Detective didn’t wake up for a good few minutes, but when he did, he was soon followed by cruising and a face reddened by embarrassment, “Your first undampened short warp I take it?” Adam said grinning.

HTe man didn’t answer.

Still grinning, adam laughed, “Don’t worry, it happened to the best of us at one point. Most people aren't able to keep their bladder in check during thief first warp.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that.”

“Well aware, but at least this asshole isn’t sitting in a puddle of his own urine.” His merriment was shut up a few second later as their shuttle jerked violently forward, “Shit!” He yelled, forcing the ship back onto it’s trajectory. He took a look at the back camera to see that, somehow, the other ship was still following them.

“Hold on to your hat!” He yelled, punching the throttle and rocketing them towards the blue surface of the planet.

THe Detective screamed again as they roared into the atmosphere at incredible speeds, fire licking up at the sides as atmospheric friction caught up with them. Adam knew what he was doing, he knew just how much power it would take to burnt through the hull or rip off her wings. Knowing his opponent had a less advanced ship, he hoped that they would either, overestimate their abilities or pull back.

And he was right, they did for a while, though not in time as a contingent of Rundi defence ships shot up after them demanding identification over the radio. He was too busy flying to respond, and the Detective could barely function as a human being. The other ship was swarmed, but Adam managed to pull them down into a tight inverted roll backwards and vertical before pulling up and rolling to the side.

The manuver was more than the rundi ships could handle and they lost him as they roared towards the planet.

The city was closer now, close enough that he could see the spires of the GA council chamber.

He soared over the launch filed.

“What are you doing!” The detective yelled

“We don’t have time!” Adam snarled pulling back on the joystick and reversing the thrusters to come to a halt right over the open GA courtyard, WIth steady hands he lowered himself into the open plane as delegates divided out of the way. Guards ran from the outer edge and inward surrounding his ship.

He turned and threw open the doors running out into a wall of heat that battered against him without mercy. The guards froze in confusion as they saw him, and he took the moment to push past.

Behind him the detective staggered out onto the marble barely able to walk, moving about like he was drunk.

WIth a steady stride, adam made his way towards the council chamber.

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“And as the presented evidence shows, Admiral Vir is a murderer.” The Tesraki delegate announced shocked whispers rising up around him as they stared as the video footage, “In light of these events, I move to-”

At the end of the hall, a door onto the floor slammed open, and everyone turned in shock just in time to see a vrul and a Drev step onto the floor. The Drev was just about to open her mouth to speak when another door slammed open.

The entire delegation moved to their feet with shouts of shock and surprise as Admiral Vir stepped onto the floor, “I OBJECT!.” he paused frowning, “Wait, that’s for weddings isn’t it.”

The chairwoman stood, “Admiral Vir, What do you have to say for yourself.”

Before he could say anything Sunny cut in, “He’s being framed!”

The Tesraki counselor rose to his feet, “Lies, do you have proof?”

“Uh, well no.”

“YES!”

Adam turned to sunny, shook himself and turned back to the delegation, “Er YES!” he turned his head to look at Sunny, “We do/”

She stepped forward, “I have evidence that admiral Vir was being framed, framed by.” She turned and jabbed a finger at the Tesraki, “YOU.” He stepped back in shock, and a muttering rose up around them.

“How dare you.”

Sunny marched forward and past the guards, reaching up to hand something to the chairwoman, who took it and passed it to an assistant, who hurried over to insert the chip into their system.

A voice rose over the speakers, “Get out there, FIND HIM and make sure he doesn’t ruin this for me. If this all works out, by the end of the month I will be chairman of the GA, and the humans will simply be an afterthought.” said the Tesraki delegates voice.

Hundreds of eyes turned to look at him in open shock.

He stepped back hand raised, “I have no idea where this came from.

THe second Tesraki delegate stood a look of absolute rage on her face, “How could you!” she snapped, “How could you betray us like this.”

He stammered, “But he, he escaped prison, he killed the detective!”

Just then, the doors at the end of the room opened up and the Detective came waddling into the room looking miserable and nauseous, but very much alive. Following him Came the Tesraki detective, hauling an unconscious Kree in his wake, who he dumped on the floor as soon as he made it to the center.

The Tesraki was looking a little more worse for ware, his ear torn, green blood staining his fur

He raised a hand and pointed a finger at the delegate, “The Admiral is telling the truth, he was framed, and THIS TESRAKI threatened my department to do it. I was scared at first as my family is in grave peril but I couldn't stand by and watch a good man be framed for selfish reasons.” He turned to the delegation, “He is angry that the humans have taken so much Tesraki economic power, despite the fact that.” he turned an accusatory eye on the Tesraki, “The average citizen has never been so well off. Because of human tourism, we are thriving. The only one’s different are the corporations, and now this Tesraki would have it so we go back to the old days when the average citizen was poor and the elite ruled.”

Sunny nodded, “There is more to that recording. We tracked it by following the a spy who was charged with making tampered video footage to incriminate Admiral Vir. You know him, you know him as a human who has always worked for the betterment of the GA. There is no chance that he could have done anything lie what they are saying.

There was a pause in the crowd for a moment, and then Lord Celzex stood, “IT is as I said, Admiral Vir would never do such a crime, and we have no reason to believe he would start now.”

The Tesraki delegate snarled, though was almost immediately cold cocked in the face by the other Tesraki delegate as guards moved in from the sides of the room to detain the Tesraki and the Kree.

In the chaos Admiral Vir and Sunny were pushed to the side, pinned into a small corner.

She looked down at him, and he looked up at her.

“Thanks for having my back.”

She smiled, “no problem, I’ve decided I want to keep your around for a while.”

He grinned, “I hope you do.” He stretched up on the balls of his feet and she leaned down, their foreheads pressed against one another for a quick moment before disengaging and beng swept away on the tide of questions and confusion.

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rsitb-second-account · 4 years ago

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Mysteries and Mansions

Janus may be the slightest bit panicking

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Janus was getting suspicious. He may not think that there were ghosts in the house, but there was definitely something. The too-large spiderweb he had found in a corner in one of the upstairs rooms was proof of that. The web was almost the size of his entire body, and though it was quickly cleaned up as to not panic Patton, he was very nervous about what could’ve made it.

And, as if to triple his worry, he kept hearing scurrying and clicking from the walls. He didn’t tell Patton about these things though, he wouldn’t worry his husband about giant spiders, seeing as he was terribly arachnophobic.

In some words, you could say that he was scared, but Janus would deny ever feeling fear.

Virgil didn’t like the humans. To be fair, he didn’t like humans in general, but these particular ones were quite annoying. One of them being very vocal about his hate of spiders, and often calling them creepy crawly death dealers, which Virgil found a bit insulting. The only people allowed to call him creepy were Remus, Roman and Logan, and that’s only because they had been friends for a hundred years.

The other had destroyed his favourite web, immediately upon finding it. Virgil would’ve killed the guy, if not for the fact he didn’t want to leave the tunnels, unless in a small, almost unnoticeable form. He didn’t usually like taking smaller forms, because it made him more vulnerable, but he had to admit, the stealth factor was good.

He scurried off to the gold room, where Logan was curled up around some jewels.

“Logan! You should be glad that you never leave your hoard, then you don’t have to see the humans. They’re so annoying! One of them completely hates spiders, and how can you hate spiders?? And the other destroyed my favourite web!” Virgil pouted, sitting down next to Logan

“You wouldn’t be able to use that web anyway, given your adamant reluctance to leave the walls whilst humans live in the house” Logan raised an eyebrow

“Yeah, but now I’m gonna have to rebuild it after they leave” He crossed his arms like a child

Logan sighed “Tell me why it is that you have an entire room in the tunnels, filled with your webs, and yet your favourite is the one in the space of the house where humans are?”

Virgil blushed in embarrassment “In my defence, I am an idiot”

“That is not much of a defence, Virgil”

Roman didn’t exactly mind the humans, but they weren’t very observant, which was rather annoying. In his three-hundred years of being a ghost, he had never met such unobservant humans. When Remus was trying to cause chaos by opening and slamming doors, they’d always blame the wind.

The fucking wind. Because the wind can definitely do that. Roman himself didn’t care much about chaos making, but it made Remus upset and annoyed when the humans dismissed him, and when Remus was annoyed, he sulked and snapped at everyone, and no one liked that.

Roman decided to cheer him up “C’mon Re, I’ll help you haunt them.. Perhaps we could throw some of their stuffed animals at them? Stuffed animals don’t move with the wind, so they’d have to notice!”

Remus’ mood immediately brightened “You’d really help? You haven’t helped before..”

“You haven’t needed help before, but these humans are so fucking stupid”

Janus updated his mental state to ‘fuck there are ghosts in my house what do I do’

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boyy-wonder-grayson · 5 years ago

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Delicate

Requested: no

Parings: Jason Todd x Reader

Word count: 1.329

Warnings: some sexual themes, swearing

A/n: I've been listening to this song for the past few days and I wanted to write something so bad about it, so I came up with this! Sorry for any mistakes. Feedback and rb's are always welcome!!

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Jason watched from the table, the way she moved under the neon lights of the crowded bar. Her hands were up in the air clearly enjoying herself and the upbeat music coming from the speakers. He chuckled when she threw him a wink and told something to her friends that were dancing with her, before walking across the sea of people until she reached the spot he was in.

She snatched the beer from his hands and drowned the last bit grimacing at the taste of lukewarm beer. He laughed at her grabbing her hand in his and pulling her down until she was sitting on his lap. Her hands made their waist into his neck where she placed a kiss. Jason sighed in content, it's been a few weeks since he and Y/n had been going out, nothing serious so far, but he enjoyed her company immensely.

"Come dance with me?" She asked with hopeful eyes and a pout.

Jason licked his lips before kissing her hungrily this time, making the girl groan in surprise.

"You know I don't dance baby" he said kissing her jaw all the way to her neck. When he found the perfect spot she hummed, running her fingers through his hair.

"I know. Doesn't hurt to ask though" she said smiling at him. She kissed his lips one more time before going back to where her friends where dancing. Jason looked at her all the time, admiring the beauty of the woman in front of him.

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It was 2 am when Jason texted her: 'meet me at the back of Hamilton's in 10?'. It's been a week since he had seen her, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Two minutes later she replied with an 'okay! Can't wait to see you xx.' Jason smiled and grabbed his helmet and keys and drove to the bar. It took him five minutes to get there, he decided to wait for her outside. The five minutes he spent waiting for her made him think how much of his time she was taking. Not that he cared, he liked being with her, specially when the night ended in her bed. But as much as he didn't like to admit, he was staring to catch feelings for her. Jason was adamant to admit that he had fallen for the cute and innocent girl, knowing that his reputation wasn't the best, actually it's never been worse. Being a vigilante wasn't something he ever thought of sharing with someone outside his family. Coming back from the dead wasn't exactly something that you casually said in a first date conversation, that's why he never went on dates, not at least until she showed up. As much as he hates to admit it now he had quite the reputation amongst the ladies. He's been with a fair amount of woman and while he was not ashamed to say that he enjoyed the experience, he did not enjoy the labels that came with it. Womaniser. Playboy. Whatever you wanna call it. Jason knew he was famous around the bars of Gotham and he never cared,not until Y/n entered his life.

She was new around town and her innocence and good nature hadn't been broken yet by the city, that's what got his attention. She was shiny and delicate and he was the complete opposite.

"Hey handsome" the girl said looking at Jason with a sweet smile.

The boy snapped out of his trance and looked at her. She was wearing a nice blue dress with a jacket on top of it. Jason never really liked the colour blue, but right now was his favourite.

The girl blushed a little when he saw Jason looked at her with lust in his eyes. He cleared his throat and pulled her in for a searing kiss and then both entered the bar.

They didn't stay for too long. Neither of them could wait much longer; Jason had been teasing her all night and after two drinks and some playfully conversation she had enough. She got up grabbed his hand and soon enough they both were underneath the sheets.

Her neighbours probably hated her; but in her defence Jason was just too good at what he was doing. He kissed her neck, her lips, between her breasts with each thrust of his hips. She was a whimpering mess. Begging, crying, asking for release but Jason would not give in. It was torture almost. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged earning a strangled moan from her. Jason's eyes widened with this brand new information.

"Oh my god, do that again" she said in between moans.

"Fuck baby, you have no idea how much I like you." He moaned in her ear.

"Just now?" She asked teasingly.

Jason grunted and thrusted his hips wiping the smile from her face "Now, and later. Fuck, you've no idea how much I like you. You're always in my head."

"Oh shit don't stop" she said kissing him.

It wasn't much longer after that that they both were laying, covered in sweat trying to regain their breath. Jason was the first to fall asleep,oddly. He woke up to an empty bed. The conversation they had last night was replaying in his head. Was it okay that he said that? Did he scared her away by speaking his mind too soon? Anxiety was eating him inside and he didn't ever registered when she entered the room.

"Morning handsome" she said in her sweet voice. She kissed the corner of his mouth and handed him a cup of fresh coffee. He hummed in response, not really looking at her, which didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She said sipping from her mug.

Jason looked at her and saw her messy hair, his eyes were barely open signalling that she hasn't been awak for too long. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard. "Is it... cool that said that yesterday,you know when we're…"

"Having sex? Cmon you can say the S word" she teased him, making the boy rolled his eyes.

"You're annoying" he said sipping from his own mug. He hummed when he tasted the hot liquid. Not too sweet nor too sour. She knew exactly how he liked it.

"I'm sorry." She smiled moving closer to him "but yes, it was 'cool' that you said all that" she replied using her fingers to quote the word cool. "I know this whole dating one person it's... delicate for you, but you have nothing to worry about. You're doing great" he reassured him.

Jason smiled genuinely at her, and moved a little so he could kiss her on the lips. Jason grabbed her hips and placed her on top of him so she was now straddling him. Y/n broke the kiss and Jason took this opportunity to leave small kissed all along her jaw and neck.

Her hands were on his hair now, tugging a little earning a moan from her boy. He stopped when the he heard the girl laughing.

"Shut up" he said not looking at her. Embarrassed that he was the one whose little secret was out now.

"I didn't say anything!" She laughed "but I am going to say, that I didn't know you were into that baby."

Jason groaned and quickly changed positions so she was now pinned on between his body and the bed.

"Kinky" she said amused by the annoyed look on his face "I like it" she said pecking his lips. Jason smiled and and tugged at her hair while kissing along her neck, he smiled when he heard her moan.

When he looked at her again she was sporting a small smile, Jason didn't realize how lucky he was to find a woman like Y/n untill now. Maybe being vulnerable again with someone wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

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