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In the forest where no one can see (Jake sully x F!reader) ((NSFW warning))

Pandora was your dream, it always has been, to get away from earth and explore something new. And now you got that chance. You have studied nature on earth for so many years, you even got an award for it, so when you got an offer to come with and study pandora, you of course agreed.

Working with the team was a blessing, you meet so many nice people before you left for your base inside pandoras forests. However, at the time, one of your friends found your base and decided to stay for a bit, the only difference is that he is now very big, and very blue. What could ever happen?

This takes place slightly before the main events of Avatar, jake sully has still gotten his na'vi body, and it may feel bad for some, but jake falls in love with you and not neytiri, however, they remain friends, and just maybe she falls for you too 🤭

Also this is a old chapter just posted here cause why not, my writing skills have improved and won't be cringe 😔✋️

Also this is a nsfw of His na'vi form and you, but as a human, so if that's not your cup of tea then scroll ❤️

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Back when you were a child, you were always told you would fail, that what you would learn would not matter in the future.You decided to shove those thoughts up their asses and prove them otherwise.

The soft humming from the outside made you sit up in your bed, the air felt humid despite the planet you were on, it was still dark in the room as you stood up, the soft blanket sliding off your body as you made your way to the sealed shut window. Once your feet made contact with the floor, the hair on your arms stood up, you could feel your arms getting cold now but you leaned forward to look outside. It was yet morning, and the glowing plants you had planted outside on the small window seal glowed so very pretty against your window. Back when you were a child, being on a planet like pandora would be a dream only, but here you are. Creatures were flying around outside, their small voices were muffled out due to the window, but your eyes would follow their movements with a smile, how beautiful.

Your attention was snapped back to reality as you heard the beeping of your computer in the other room, turning your head slightly, your gaze drifted onto the screen that could be barely seen from where you stood. You recognize that face even if it's tiny. It was Dr grace.

You quickly grabbed the blanket on the floor and tied it around your wrist, hiding your underwear from the world, once done, you quickly made your way to the bed and threw over the other blanket on the floor, making the bed look decent. once finished, you started to speed walk into the small living room and quickly sat down in front of the grey computer, unlike some people. holograms never were your thing, you enjoyed the comfort of a typical computer. With quick use of your fingers on the keyboard, graces face popped up with a cheery smile, she quickly said your name before she put down what looked to be a lot of papers on her desk, and you could see some people in the background passing by, giving grace a good morning, guess they all got woken up early aswell

“Sorry for calling out of nowhere, I could use some company when I write these papers” She stated as you sat down, holding your arms on your knees, a simple smile was given from you “That's fine, glad I was the first person you decided to call,” you said while you looked down under the table, taking out a hairbrush. Grace simply laughed at you, a sweet laugh, however.

“don't tell me you just woke up, shouldn't you write those assignments, you know we need more information about site 32” She said while pushing the stack of papers to the side, tilting closer to the screen “And here I thought you were gonna write Your papers miss, but I assure you, I will be heading out to the site later today, I just deserved a small break this morning, was a tough day yesterday” you said with a sigh as the brush combed its way in your hair. “Tough day? don't tell me..do you intend on befriending that creature?” She said with a slightly raised voice, not angry but confused, you only stared back at her before you tilted your head to the side.

“I mean, it's going better now, it's not often a thanator gets close to you and doesn't Immediately attack you, I just gave it some food, no big deal, I had a way to escape so it worked out just fine,” You said with a small laugh, your eyes going over her face, despite her age, you found her still beautiful, as she kept saying minor curses that you should be careful and everything, your eyes would focus on the window, the forest was so pretty, you could never get over that. Your chat with grace lasted for a while as the sun started to light up the forest, aswell as your room. Grace had mentioned that they showed some of the new walkers their avatars the other day and that she was currently writing some stuff about it.

At this point you were laying down on the couch, chewing on some fruits you managed to pick from the forest, non-lethal of course, with a small sigh you scooted up on your sidearm and looked at the screen, Grace was writing on her notes while drinking some coffee, you both enjoyed to keep each other company even if none spoke, it was a comfort that you both enjoyed, just knowing someone is there for you.

A loud shake rattled out in your base, causing you to sit up straight with wide eyes, the teacup you had earlier almost spilled over the table, making you attempt to catch it, only to hold your hands in the air. Grace noticed your sudden movements and put down her pen, looking at the screen closer “Deary what's wrong? you alright?” Grace asked, worry hitting her eyebrows as you looked around, the sounds stopped so you looked down at your computer again, moving closer to it “I apologize to grace, I just heard something, I call you back later alright,” you said as you leaned over and closed the video call, despite graces words that you should not. Standing up, you secured the blanket closer to your body, making it look like a long skirt as you walked away from the couch, it was silent, did you mishear something?

No, you definitely heard something, the ground shaked under you before. You moved towards the corner of the room, picking up a machete that was leaning against one of the wooden boxes with food, the machete you were given by the soldiers before you left, they told you to only use it if necessary. Feeling its heavyweight in your hand gives you a small kind of comfort.

Your hands tightened around it as you walked towards the sealed shut door, feeling a part of your legs shiver, was it a beast? maybe the thanator that followed after you yesterday, once you got close to the door, you double checked it, the door consisted of two parts, airtight to make sure the air you had inside would not get out, the chamber serving as a break to close the first door, then the last one, the one you stood next to, leading into your base.

The first door started to make noise, making you hold the machete tighter, soon it started to crack open, which caused you to half stumble back. Fingers were pulling it open before you could progress what just happened, you were staring back at a na’vi, it was slightly hard to see but from the looks of it, the na´vi was struggling with the door, it pushed the door fully open resulting in light shining in. The na´vi wore clothes like humans, this caused you to lower your machete onto the ground with a sigh, feeling a small ache in your knuckles from holding it so hard.

It was one of your team then. The na’vi was struggling to fit in the small space betwine both doors, it was almost cruel to watch as he tried to gather his long legs, and it was not long until he looked towards you, the glass hiding you with a blurry image. Moving to the keypad next to the door, you typed in the password, allowing the door to slide open with ease. The na’vi looked at you now that you were in view before he climbed past, well, crawled you would say.

“Do forgive me but why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the base?” You questioned the man in front of you as you put away the machete back in the corner. His eyes connected with yours before he let a big toothy smile come out, this made you squint your eyes slightly, but once your name left his lips you looked stunned “Jake?” You questioned as you went closer to him, oh lord was he tall, grace never mentioned he was the one who got into his avatar yesterday.

If he wanted to, he could very easily pick you up with zero effort. “Sorry for bursting in here out of nowhere, look! I can walk” He stated in a very happy voice, his tail swaying behind him, you only laughed slightly as you walked towards him, jake had to crouch down onto his knees to fit in your living room. "yeah I noticed that you are soo big!" You laughed out as you stood next to him, putting your hand next to his shoulder.

"Yeah this is awesome, man you should have seen it! I was able to do so much" he stated as he shifted to the side slightly, however in doing so, his tail accidentally knocked down one of the containers of plants you collected before, and the ruckus snapped you out from comparing his arm to your own as you watched some of the seeds you collected scramble over the floor. "I'm so sorry, still getting used to this body" jake said with a small innocent chuckle as he watched the seeds roll on the floor.

you waved your hand with a small smile, signaling that it was fine before you quickly tried to get around him, but so did he, as you stood next to the fallen container and the seeds, he tried to move around to help, but he does more harm than good, before you could even pick up the container to begin collecting the seeds, he has accidentally knocked you over, making a sorry sound as he tried to grab you before you meet the floor, but alas, he was too late.

You felt pain as your ass meet the hard floor, and a loud hiss came out from your lips “oh lord that fucking hurt,” You said as your eyes shifted up to jake, however, something was wrong, he just sat there, his yellow eyes looking at you “dude what's wrong? you can't just move around like that, this place is meant for humans normally, not big blue cat men” You said before your hands went around to grab the container, the silence was almost confusing for you, as your eyes landed back on jake, you noticed how he quickly avoided eye contact “jake, is something wrong” you asked, making him look at your face for a moment before his hand pointed downwards, confused, you looked down. The blanket.

Heat raised onto your cheeks as you quickly scrambled down to pick up the blanket, curse your laziness to put on clothes, and cursed blankets for being so comfy to have around your body. “You saw nothing! You hear me!” You shouted out as your cheeks felt like they were on fire, with some quick movements, you placed all the seeds in the container, avoiding eye contact with the avatar next to you. The container was placed back on its spot as you half ran to the side of the room, pressing a few buttons.

The blanket was held tightly against your body as the floor opened in a corner of the room, once it beeped out twice, you quickly started to push jake towards the opened entrance in the floor “Just! just go down there! It’s bigger than this place so you should be able to fit” You blurted out, Jake muttered a small apology as he started himself to crawl over to the entrance, the entrance is a tad small but he could squeeze in rather easy so it did not take long before he jumped down into a much larger room, with a loud thump on the floor, he looked up at you with his ears pointed downwards, but you paid no attention to that as you left him there and sprinted to your room to get dressed. - Jake felt like a fool, he could still feel his heartbeat pounding against him, he did not intend on knocking you down, nor did he intend to stare for so long, his hands went to his neck as he tried to calm down. Sure he always liked you but seeing you like that made his head spin, his eyes glanced down noticing his tail swaying left and right, causing him to grip it and hold it still. Once it stopped moving, He held his hands on his face, dragging them along his face and making tired noises.

It was good that his body could hide his blush. his attention soon went to look around, his head tilting up at the lights on the roof, then down to the normal area. it was a decently large room, big enough so he could stand up, the number of boxes made sense to him as this looked to be a storage room, his eyes looking at different containers. it did not take long before he walked over to a few of them, with a few strides with his long legs, he got up to a shelve with different size containers. jake started to look at them all, turning a few of the upside-down. his fingers started to trace over the surface of one container with a blue lid. Eiry flowers were the label on it, his curiosity got the better of him. As they say, curiosity killed the cat, well, in this case, curiosity killed the blue cat.

He sat down on the floor in front of the shelf, holding the small container in his large hands, it was hard to get up, but only due to how big his fingers were. His legs started to feel slightly cold from the metal floor, however, his mind was focused on the container. His ears twitched slightly as he attempted to open it once again, but it popped open with a little effort, he was strong after all. His eyes scanned the inside, but the only thing he saw was a ball-looking thing, not very flowery according to him.

Hesitantly, he looked closer before he carefully grabbed it, the soft texture felt like a balloon from earth, it had a pretty color aswell, a pink tone mixed with a blue hue. He grabbed the container again from the floor and attempted to put it back, but he accidentally pressed too hard on the flower, causing it to burst. A yellow-looking powder shot out from it and into the air, his mouth widen slightly as he leaned backward and he soon squinted his eyes fast before the powder struck him in the eyes, however, he accidentally inhaled it, causing him to cough out a few times.

He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, some of the powder falling off his face. His eyes looked down at the flower, it was destroyed, he felt a slight panic rise up in his chest before he placed the destroyed flower back and closed the lid, some yellow powder falling off his shirt as he did. With a few nervous glances around the room, he moved to stand up.

His eyes would glance down to his legs as he attempted to stand up, however, he noticed that his legs wobbled once he stood up. a pain shot its way into his head, causing him to stumble forward, almost dropping the container. His tail swayed around with the occasional twitching as he held his head tightly with both hands, his body felt warm, he looked around the storage room before he tried to make his way back to the ladder leading up to your base. Forgetting the container he left on the floor - While jake was down in the storage, doing his own thing, sounds could be heard from the bedroom you owned. Oh look at that, you were laying on the bed breathing in as you attempted to put on some jeans, you were positive these fitted and you know very well you had not gained any weight. They finally snapped together making you breathe out and stand up. your hands were still on your hips as adjusted the jeans slightly, and the black shirt you still wore would remain on your body.

Your mind tried to ignore the feeling you got when he looked at you back then, I mean, you always liked jake, you truly have, however it is still embarrassing to let him see everything accidentally. With a sigh, you left your bedroom wearing some easy soft shoes you found and headed towards the entrance you left jake at. The shoes made a few squeaking noises as you walked on the hard surface, and it did not take long before you stood before the entrance. You felt your body twist slightly as you looked down.

That's odd, jake is no longer right under it, had he moved away from there? Slowly sitting down on the edge, you gripped the ladder and started to go down, one step at a time. you could hear the engines working on the side of the room, good, that means your oxygen would not run out yet. a small thud sounded in the room as you jumped down the last bit, and you soon turned around. You did not see him right away, but after walking a few steps forward, you spotted him by some of your containers.

Your mind drifted to the incident before, and you did not want him to accidentally knock down the containers, or even worse, the whole shelf “hey! be careful around those, I thought you knew better than to explore the stuff I collect- jake?” your voice changed slightly in the end as you got closer, there was jake, standing tall before you, however, he acted oddly, his ears were pointed downwards and his tail was wagging very fast, what caught your interest the most was how his fangs could be seen while he held his mouth open, and drool coming out from his mouth. your posture slightly shrunk under his gaze as you looked behind him, your eyes looking down on the floor, noticing the container with the signature flower marking. The Eiry flowers, oh lord.

Your head instantly shot up and looked at him, you had to tilt it a lot to be able to look at him now “Listen to me, I just assume you touched those flowers, very bad” You stated as he crouched down in front of you, your eyes noticing how his muscles shifted under his blue skin “What do you mean by bad? why do I feel like this?” he stated, his dilated pupils looking right at you, or right through you. This flower, it’s not poisonous in say, but it still is very bad.

Your tongue pressed down slightly against your jaw as your fingers scratched the side of your cheek “Not bad like that, its, these flowers are like an aphrodisiac, however, they don't actually control your own thoughts, it enhance already existing feelings, however, it can still make your body feel things” You stated as you turned around, not wanting to look at him.

You could already feel your heartbeat start to pound harder against your chest “I have the antidote in one of the boxes, please, just wait here” You stated quickly as your legs started to move towards a small area in the corner, but something stopped you, looking behind, jake had grabbed your arm, not hard, but a firm grip. “Don't go, just stay for a moment” He choked out as he pulled you backward, now, a normal person would have freaked out if an alien started to pull them down with them on the floor, you, however, always had a small thing for aliens, but not only that, this was jake, the person you been in love with for a very long time now.

The blush crept up on your face as he placed you on his lap, his arms wrapped around you and his face nuzzled into your neck. You let out a few noises of surprise as you relaxed onto his chest, it was like laying on a bed, warm.

This felt absurd, he is so much bigger than a normal human, and you could feel your legs starting to tingle. As you looked to the side, you noticed how his head was still nuzzling into your neck, but the notice of his tail caught your attention, it smacked against some of the containers, not enough for them to fall down but enough to make you worry. Your thoughts soon disappeared as you could feel how he purred against you, making your hair stand up on every part of your body. “jake, listen, you need to calm down” You stated as you tried to get out of his grip, your body felt like it was on fire.

However, his grip only tightened around you, before he laid down on his back, still holding you so very close to his body “don't go...I love you so much” He said, his eyes now looking into your own, they seemed to have returned to normal, but the effects are still on him. but only one thought echoed inside your mind, he loved you back. soon you slowly gave up and scooted so you laid on top of him, your chest pressing up against his body as you hugged him back, hiding your face on his chest.

He was so very warm, you glanced back up at him “I love you too, but please, you need the antidote, I don't want you to do something against your own will-” You tried saying, however, he only looked at you before his hands softly grabbed your head, their grasp almost covering your entire head “This is all on me, there is no flower telling me what my feelings are, I have loved you for over a year, please, help me” he whined out before his lips crashed themself onto yours, shock drove over you. The kiss was confusing but welcomed, his hands caressed your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. it was an odd feeling, you won't lie, his lips are slightly bigger than yours and on occasion, you would feel his sharp teeth scrape against your lips.

You closed your eyes as you shifted your position, your arms going around his neck, he softly released your lips from his as his eyes just looked at you, for him, you looked devine, he felt no regrets. His intention to come here in the first place was after all to ask you out, but now, he believes it might go somewhere else. His hands wandered down to your hips as his lips traveled down to your neck, you let out a small yelp as he licked the left side of your flesh, your blush was over your entire face, which he thought was cute, however, his attention went somewhere else. Your hands gripped onto his over arms as he pressed you down slightly against him.

for a moment he whispered your name before he bit your shoulder softly, his canine teeth not fully breaking the skin, but enough to leave a mark. You could feel your insides churning around, you were getting aroused from this, but thoughts began to shove their way into your mind.

How would this even work, do they even have a.. your thoughts were interrupted as you started to feel something press against your clothed sex, and a small groan came from jake as his tail kept smacking against the floor. Oh, well that answered your question, he wanted this aswell, he told you so. You bit your lip slightly as you moved forward, and then back again, grinding yourself on whatever had poked you.

The friction made you let out a small moan, and soon his hot breath against your neck increased instantly “please- don't tease me” he whispered as one of his hands moved up again along your body, but this time, it went under your shirt, you felt yourself growing more and more curious, so you let him. His large hand soon found its way to your breasts, gripping it slightly, while the other hand sneaked its way into your jeans, however, it seemed to have a small issue as they were tight against your flesh.

The sound of your jeans button popping off made you flinch, but once his hand sneaked down your pants, the button was no longer a concern. it was like electricity shot from you as you let out a small moan, which only caused jake to bite your shoulder again, his tongue pressing against your skin each time his teeth rasped against you, his arms held you firmer pushing you closer to him. No more words were said at this point, only soft panting and small moans that came from both of you.

His fingers would tweak your nipple at times, his large hand switching from mound to mound while his other hand held a tight grip on the side of your ass. You had your head nuzzled up against the side of his head, your breath echoing next to his ears. You had to do something to feel any kind of friction, at this point your mind was going insane, the feeling of his large hands on your body made you want more, so you started to grind on his clothed member slightly harder.

The first thing you noticed was how wet you actually were, however, it was an annoying feeling how you could only sense a little part of him against you, with some trembling hands you pushed yourself closer to him, kissing the side of his ears your words echoed into his mind, making him shiver under you “jake..take them off..please” You half begged as you moved your arm downwards to your own pants, but his hold on you made it tough. A small chuckle from his lips made your cheeks flare up once again, as his eyes looked into yours “of course love, I just need to-” he said before he removed his hands from your body, making you whine as they left you, however, they returned soon enough, only to flip you down on your back and with him on top of you.

His size alone made you excited, a normal person would be terrified, you, you have never been normal. His hands gripped his own shirt as he tore it off, his body looked slightly different from a human, but it still held a few humanoid qualities, which on its own was attractive to look at. He shook his hair slightly as he leaned to the side slightly, using his large hands to lift you up and close to his chest, almost like you were a newborn child. A small yelp left your lips as he held you close "easy now.." Jake said with a small chuckle as he moved the shirt down onto the floor, with a few tweaks with his hand, it looked like a blanket enough for your body to lay on.

He kissed your forehead before he laid you down on his shirt, he stretched his arms slightly before he sat on his knees above you. He looked down on you again, with so much love in his eyes as he slowly inched his hands closer to your own shirt, he hovered them over the fabric, waiting for your permission.

Your excitement was above the roof, and with a quick nod from you, he pulled off the soft fabric from your body, you have never been a person to enjoy a bra in the first place, he knew that from way back so it was not a surprise for him to see your bare chest, after all, just moments ago he had fondled with them.

He soon returned to his original missions, the fabric that was holding a part of your body hostage that he so deeply needed. he leaned down and softly kissed you again, pressing his tongue slightly against your lips, you allowed him, kissing him back as good as you could, he was so careful to make sure you did not choke on his tongue.

His fingers had squeezed their way into your jeans, hooking the edge of your underwear and jeans at the same time, and as you both kissed, he slowly tried to get them off you, but they still holder a tight grip on your thighs, making him slightly growl at the annoying fabric. Breaking the kiss, you moved your legs up to assist him, making it easier for him to remove your clothing, and soon enough, your body was on display for him.

His eyes wandered down and he could feel his entire body burning with lust, and the aching feeling from his cock only made him pant in excitement “Listen..I need you, so bad” he stated as his hands made their way to your exposed pussy, spreading it apart, you ached your back slightly, you were so sensitive. "That's fine, just..be careful" You stated after you relaxed again. His ears flicked slightly at your sounds as he soon pushed his finger inside you, bigger than a normal finger, it caused you to moan out slightly. It was obvious why he was doing this. he was preparing you.

After a few thrusts with his middle finger, he quickly inserted another finger, enough for him, but for you, it felt like four fingers were inside of you, slick wetness started to make noise around the storage room as he moved his two fingers around inside you, while his third focused on the sensitive nub that caused the main pleasure.

Your hands would grip his shoulders as you moaned out, the odd feeling inside felt wonderful, the way his fingers curled up against your walls, reaching in places your own hands could not and god was he gorgeous to look at, the way his eyes were focused on your own the entire time, the way his sharp teeth showed themself after every pant he made. it did not take long before you ached your back up, you could feel an orgasm starting to form. With some pants and moans, you began to grind yourself on his fingers, jake took notice of this and removed his fingers from inside you, making you whine out in annoyance. He only laughed slightly at you before he put the fingers inside his mouth.

You stared in awe as you witnessed him cleaning his fingers of your arousal, his tail making an odd movement at the same time. His braid fell forward as he removed his fingers from his mouth "I won't lie, you taste good" he said with a smirk, you felt your breath hitch as his teeth with that smirk appeared. He climbed back above you, his shadow covering your entire body. His eyes glanced down slightly before his hand went towards his own pants. You could hear how he fiddled with the buttons and then the zipper. Your breath almost stopped as he slowly pulled out what you would assume, would be a na’vis reproductional organ, or in human terms, a dick.

You made a slight laugh, causing him to return his gaze towards your face “What so funny?” he questioned as he used one of his hands around his cock, and the other one to lift your lower body up slightly “nothing, just never even knew you would have one of those” you said, your eyes scanning it, it was hard to see fully due to the slight darkness of the room, but you could tell it was blue and pointy, which is something you were not used to.

He only laughed himself as he moved you closer to him, the tip teasing your folds slightly, making you groan at the friction, stopping yourself from grinding on it “Yeah neither did I, but kinda glad I got one that I can use” He said before he pressed his forehead against you, a sweet gesture, for a moment you held his cheeks with your hands, with a small effort you kissed his nose "I love you" You said with a small smile, your eyes connecting with his own. He looked so happy and he truly was.

You were both still at the shelf, but during your moving around on the floor, things had turned darker around you. it was almost like his skin was glowing. Your arms went around his neck as you nodded slightly, giving him the alright to continue. You could feel how he shifted above you as he lowered himself down just a tiny bit, making his cock push itself past your folds, the tip entering your walls, you closed your eyes slightly, it would fit, you were not too tight, after all, you wanted and were aroused by every move he made.

Jake kissed your cheeks as he slowly pushed more of him inside you, kissing up any tear that fell out, he knew this would hurt slightly at the start, but he would make sure you were alright. You, on the other hand, felt like your entire body would break, you tried large toys before back on earth, but nothing is fully like the real thing, you felt how it pulsated inside you, making you let out small moans as your nails dug themself into his skin “You are doing great love” he reassured you as his tail wrapped itself around your leg, a calming gesture once again. Once fully inside you, he stayed still, allowing you to breathe for a few minutes. You both laid there in the storage room, his words were the only thing that entered your ears, after a few minutes you breathed out one last time with your eyes closed.

You opened them again and nodded your head, He smiled slightly before he leaned down once again, bringing your lips to his own as he slowly pulled out of you, before he thrust back inside, your body was rocked forward as he held you in place, his kiss kidnapping any moan that left your mouth. His hand held your body flush against his as he started to thrust at a steady pace, your walls clenching around him causing him to release his mouth from yours. Moans left both you and him, even if he tried to stop his own from coming out, the flower made him so sensitive.

Your eyes wandered onto his face, he had his eyes closed and an open mouth, once in a while you noticed how his ears would twitch each time you let out a moan. Your breasts were bouncing slightly back and forth as his thrust started to increase, and he soon wrapped his arms around your entire body, pulling you up slightly. With the new position, you could feel him hit your cervix, the feeling making your moans louder.

The sounds you both made echoed out in the storage room, you could hear everything so clearly, and so could he. You started to beg him to go faster, panting it out close to his ears, if you weren't so deeply focused on his cock thrusting inside your body, you would have heard how much he was purring, however, it was drowned out by the sounds of your own moans.

His hands traveled around your body as he started to speed up his thrusts, you could feel how your orgasm was closing in as your walls tightened against him. The feeling of him pushing against your walls every second made you squirm around in his grasp, as one of your hands gripped his hair slightly making him groan against your flesh.

You pulled him closer to your neck as your moans increased “I’m close- jake, more..ah” you moaned out louder, you could feel the bubble growing inside of you, Jake sat down onto his knees, moving you with him until you were bouncing on top of him together with his upward thrusting, this angle made both of you moan even louder, his tail had let go of your legs, as it was wagging behind him fast.

You did not have much time to think, you wanted him inside you so you wrapped your legs around him and locked themself together. jakes panting next to your ear was erotic, and not long after he started burry his face onto your shoulder, his moves started to get sloppier by the second, and soon enough, you could feel him shoot his warm seed inside you. "good girl..you take me so well" He moaned out as he thrusted slightly faster against your cervix.

The hot seed filled you up, splashing against your walls and cervix, this caused your own orgasm to take place. He bit into your other shoulder as he rode out his orgasm with your own, his large arms wrapped around your body. Soon, you were both panting, you felt so very tired, you could barely keep your eyes open as he slowly slid out of your hole. The cum dripping out of you, the feeling of it sliding against your skin made you moan slightly again

“man... I sure hope the na’vi and humans don't have close enough DNA to make the other one pregnant” you muttered out slightly as you nuzzled your face against his neck, kissing his perfect blue skin, jake layed down again with you on the floor, he was panting hard with closed eyes, before his smile returned, showing his teeth “I doubt that” he said before he laid on his back, pulling you on top of him.

You both looked into each other eyes, no words needed to be said, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your naked body, and together with it and his body, you started to get sleepy. He himself had felt the flower effects disappear a long time ago, he just wanted you for a bit longer. He stared up at the ceiling, his ears twitching slightly as the machine in the corner of the room kept making a buzzing noise. Soon enough, you were laying with your head on his shoulders with closed eyes, sleeping soundly. Jake decided that he could stay here for a bit longer before he woke you up from your sleep, you needed it.

He chuckled for himself before he nuzzled into your hair, breathing in your scent “I love you” he said before he closed his own eyes, just resting, not enough to pull him back to his human body, but enough so he could regain some energy. The storage room was silent now, the occasional snoring from you was the only thing making a sound alongside the buzzing of the oxygen machine. Oh how things can go on this planet. And none of you complained about it.

// Full fanfic and chapters will be posted on Ao3 first!

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Backstabber~

Albedo x F. Reader (angst)

Description: You finally work up the courage to confess and ask Albedo out…however things go awry and that causes you to end up seeing Susbedo, imposterbedo, Primordial Albedo, you get the point. Let’s see how that turns out for your real Albedo. A/n: no bad ending because I can’t! I just can’t okay😭🥺 also, I’m sorry if this gets confusing in any way. It’s hard writing for two characters who are the same and have the same name. I tried to make it a bit easier though…Anyways, please enjoy! 💗💗💗

Words: 6.2k

Warnings: A bit of violence and maybe a bit a swearing, other than that, there shouldn't be any other warnings :)

Okay y/n. Todays the day where you finally ask Bedo to the dance…and finally confess to him about your true feelings. Will he say yes? Maybe…will he say no…I hope not.

I kept talking to myself, probably getting weird looks from others around me as I made my way towards Bedos lab.

Just be cool. You can do that! You’re like, so cool all the time-WAH!

I groaned as I looked behind me, trying to see what I tripped on.

“A rock…great. I tripped on a rock.” I said, getting back up and dusting myself off.

Thankfully, I saw Bedos lab up ahead.

In a few minutes I finally made it there, opening the door.

I looked around and saw him working at his desk.

“Hey Bedo. What are you doing?” I asked, watching behind his shoulder as he wrote some things down in his notebook.

“I am examining how these little creatures react to different types of food, seeing which ones they like and which ones they don’t. A very simple task, but an important one at that.” He said, entirely focused on his work.

“Well…I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go-“

*crash*

Albedo's head snapped back at you, seeing a broken glass at the bottom of your feet. You bowed to him apologetically, quickly kneeling down to pick up the broke pieces.

“I didn’t mean to Bedo- I promise I’ll buy you a new one…as soon as I get paid.” You spoke sheepishly .

You heard him sigh, turning back to his work.

“It’s fine…just-what was it you wanted to ask me?” He said, a bit frustrated at you for dropping something like that. It may have seemed like it was an empty glass, but in reality, a gas produced from a plant he had been studying was in there. He would have to start all over again.

“Oh, well…I was wondering if you’d like to go to that huge dance with me? It’s been talked about for over a week, and the next full moon is when they are holding it!” You responded

To your dismay, you heard him sigh.

“Why would I want to go to something stupid like that?” He asked, making your smile falter

“W-well, I thought since you’ve been working so much lately, you maybe wanted to take a break and have fun. It’s a huge ballroom event and all of our friends are going to be there. You might have a lot of fun if you g-“

“No.” He said flat out. You were surprised at his tone. To anybody, he would have sounded the same, but since you’ve known him for so long, you knew there was frustration in that word.

“Oh come on Bedo, you should really-“

“I said no.”

“But-“

“Was there anything else you wanted to tell me? Or are you just going to stand there and waste my time?” He said, making your heart shatter as a wave of emotions hit you.

Suddenly, Sucrose came in all chipper.

“H-Hello Master Albedo. I brought you that new flower you wanted to examine.” She said with a smile, placing the gorgeous purple bloom on his table. He looked at it, then up at her. His whole face changed to a look of relief, causing a bit of jealousy to rise up in you.

“Ah, thank you Sucrose. This is just what I needed. You really are a great friend and apprentice. I don’t know what I'd do without you.” He said, having her sit down next to her to help him with his other projects.

You stood there, completely dumbfounded. He was…happier with her than you? Has it always been that way? Was your love for him blinding you from reality?

Seeing him all happy with Sucrose sent a knife right through you, sending feelings of jealousy, anger, and sadness.

You saw as she whispered things into his ear, making him laugh.

You slowly backed out of the room, searching your pouch for the gift you had made for him. It was a rare flower that you had found. You did your own research on it and found out that it survived off of moonlight. In the daytime, it was closed, but once the moon light hit it, the petals would open up to reveal a gorgeous iridescent color. It shines as well due to the light refracting off of it.

It was something you were sure Albedo hadn't ever seen, because you were…well used to be…his assistant. Before you decided to go out and adventure the world and its gifts it had, you used to always help Bedo with his experiments, and you knew of every species he had studied over the years. That’s how you two created a tight bond…that’s how you fell in love with him. He was so enthusiastic about everything you brought him…it made your heart melt for him. He would let you rest your head on his shoulder when you felt sleepy from the late nights, he would always make sure you were involved, he made food for you when you would come in early and stay the rest of the day with him, and so much more. He made you feel important. He made you feel loved and warm.

That was until the little move he just pulled not even an hour ago.

It broke your heart seeing him like that. In fact, you noticed that once Sucrose was in the picture, Albedo started to become more distant with you. Instead of asking for your help, he would ask for Sucrose.

Sucrose get me this, Sucrose get me that, Sucrose I need you to try this, blah blah blah.

You looked down at the flower in the glass case. You felt anger rise in you.

How dare he treat me like that when all I’ve ever wanted to do…was be with him? When all I’ve ever done is help and support him no matter what!?

I put the flower in his little cubby that he hasn’t opened for weeks, making sure the flower would still get moonlight when needed.

Fine! If he doesn’t want to go to the dance, then I’ll go find someone else-

“Hey.” A familiar voice spoke

I turned to see…Albedo?

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, coming closer to me. I took a step back from him, still angry from his previous actions. He looked concerned, walking closer

“Go away Bedo. I don’t want to talk to you right now. You really hurt me back there…how did you even get out here so quickly?” “N/n…” he said softly, catching my interest with the unique nickname, which brought me to a realization

“oh…I see. You are the other Albedo.” I spoke, remembering him from a previous mission where he almost killed us.

He placed his hand on his heart as if stabbing a knife through it

“Oh my n/n, must you think of me so little?”

I glared at him

“Oh I’m sorry. Should I not after that little stunt you tried to pull a few months ago?”

“My n/n, you know I had no intentions of hurting you…just your friends. And I’ve changed since then.”

“Stop calling me that. You no longer have that right.”

“But it is what I have always called you for years-”

“Before I found out you were a traitor. After all those years, I thought you were amazing and sweet…only to find out it was all an act for you to get to my friends and hurt them. Even if you did change, you haven’t even spoken to me since that incident.” I said, walking away.

However, his hand grabbed my arm and pinned me to a nearby wall, getting very close to my face.

As much as I hated it, heat started to rise to my face. He placed his hand on my face, softly caressing my skin.

“Still as soft as I remember~” He cooed

“Let me go.” I said sternly.

“You mean to tell me you don’t feel anything when I do this to you? Nothing at all?” He asked with a smirk

Damn him

“Absolutely nothing.” I said, lying through my teeth

“Then why does your face and body say the opposite?”

I groaned

“So what if I still have a little bit, and I mean little, of feelings towards you. There will never be anything between us. Nothing.”

“But N/n, I still have feelings for you~ All this time, I always have. I tried to reach out to you, but you were always so busy. Especially like today with my other half…tell me, how is my brother?”

“He is the same as he will always be. Too focused on his work to enjoy life with those around him who love him.” I said, my chest hurting as I thought back to the moment between us a few minutes ago.

“Oh, my sweet N/n, he hurt you didn’t he?” He asked, rubbing your arm

All I did was nod, tears brimming my eyes. Albedo saw this and hugged you in a warm embrace, throwing you off. As much as you wanted to punch him and tell him off, you couldn’t help but hug him back, letting tears fall.

“I loved him so much…but he never even looked at me as anything more than an apprentice. I will always be just his helper. Nothing more. Sucrose has a better chance with him than I ever will.” I spoke

He let go of me and lifted my chin up, wiping away my tears.

“Do not speak so lowly of yourself. You are amazing just as you are. I mean you managed to save an entire city from disaster all by yourself. That is something not everyone can achieve. Sucrose could never do what you did. She is not comparable to you, my dear. Because in my eyes, you are an archon. But you also have the purest heart I have ever seen. Everything you do is out of your love for everyone. You are special, Y/n. And if my stupid brother doesn’t see that, then he is blind.” He spoke, making your heart start to pound. Suddenly, your old romantic feelings for him started to build up inside of you again, but you did your best to push them away. This man still tried to hurt your friends.

“Come on, let's go get you home. I promise I won’t do anything funny.” He said, letting go of you and offering you to make the first step.

You hesitated for a bit, not sure if you can trust him.

“I promise, I am not going to hurt you.” He said, offering you his hand.

You don’t know why, but you decided to take his hand and allow him to walk you home.

You were still on edge, but your defense started to lower as you got closer and closer to your house.

After a good 30 minutes, you both managed to make it to your house. Nothing funny happened, no signs of danger emitted from him…it was like he was a completely different man…the man you had fallen in love with over 10 years ago.

“Well, Y/n…here’s your stop. It was nice talking to you again, but I must head out now to go get some things finished. I am experimenting on a potion I am making that will heal anything it touches.” He said, bowing to you

“Goodnight my sweet n/n.” He said, turning around and walking away. He left you dumbfounded from his change of character. It was something you thought you would never see again from him. You were pleasantly surprised.

You went inside your house and recollected your thoughts. A small smile crept up to your face as you thought of him again. Maybe he really has changed…

You decided you were going to give him a chance to prove himself, to see if he was able to prove to you that he is different now than before.

—--

Some time has passed and you have been spending all of your time with Primordial Albedo. He had proven his change a while ago, and you and him have been closer than ever before. You two would go out on missions together, you two would go eat together, and you would even help him with his experiments every now and then.

Maybe it was foolish, but you trusted him once again. Of course there were still some suspicions, but it was always overruled as time went on.

The other Albedo took notice of your absence and was starting to grow worried. Ever since that last incident with the glass bottle in his lab, you never returned again. Klee had told him that you were okay, thankfully, but now he was starting to worry about why you were ignoring him. He never meant to hurt you that day, he was just so tired from staying up for multiple days without sleep…so needless to say his emotions got the better of him. He cursed at himself for being so rude to you, especially when it wasn’t anything important. Sure, the gas was hard to get from that plant, but it was nothing he couldn’t fix.

He just wishes he could go back and fix it so he would get to see you again. He had even rejected multiple girls for that ballroom dance in hopes that you would come and ask him again.

However as time passed, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. The dance was in two days and he still hasn’t seen you. He had to admit, even with Sucrose around, he missed you dearly. All he could think about was you. When he slept, when he woke up, while he was working on his experiments–which caused him to mess multiple things up over and over again– all he wanted was to see and talk to you. He wanted to apologize and hopefully make up.

“Master Albedo, your potions are overflowing again.” Sucrose said, helping him.

He sighed, not caring anymore about his experiments. He wanted to see you. He needed you…He wanted you.

He tried his best to hide it over the past few years, but he absolutely loved you. Ever since you started helping him, his love for you grew and grew. For about a month now, he had been secretly working on a gift for you that would allow you to see all of your fondest memories with him. He was going to confess to you at the dance…but his stupid frustrations got the best of him. It was finished but, since he had yet to see you, it had just been sitting there in the dust, awaiting to be touched by you.

It was hurting him more than you would ever imagine. Not seeing you felt like an eternity for him.

—

A couple more days passed by and it was finally the night of the dance. P. Albedo (Primordial Albedo) had asked you to accompany him to it, and you accepted. A part of you still wanted to go with your Bedo…but he was probably going to go with Sucrose. You heard a knock on your door and excitedly ran down the stairs, opening the door to see Albedo, smiling as he held a flower out for you. You chuckled and took it, thanking him

“You look gorgeous, n/n.” He said, holding his arm out for you. You had decided to wear a jade green strapless dress. It had flowers and the very bottom of it, slowly ascending up to the waist as the number of flowers disappeared. Your hair was gorgeously put up, with a few strands out to frame your face. You looked like an archon.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Mr. Albedo.” You responded, taking his arm.

The two of you walked to the dance as it was only a few minutes away.

“I’m so excited to go to this event. Aren’t you?” You asked with stars in your eyes. He chuckled and nodded

“You can’t imagine my excitement for this, especially for the final dance. It will be something special.” He spoke.

After some time, you both finally made it and saw everyone there. You said hello to your friends and their dates, complimenting them on their attire.

“Hey Aether! You look gre-” You stopped in your tracks as you saw none other than your Albedo…with Sucrose.

He looked up at you and his eyes instantly widened as he finally saw you.

“Y/n?” He asked as he saw how beautiful you looked.

“N/n? What’s the matter?” P. Albedo asked, making the other Albedo's eyes harden as he saw his other version.

“What is he doing here?” Albedo asked, furious that his older version was with you.

You scoffed, taking P. Albedo’s arm, confusing the hell out of the other one.

“He is my date.” You said

“You're kidding, right? After all he did, you still went with him? How idiotic!” He told you, making you furious.

“You know what Albedo? I don’t care what you think anymore. Those days are in the past.” You said, making the boy turn to you. You called him by his actual name…what’s worse is that he felt extremely hurt by it.

“W-What?” He asked

“You hurt me, Albedo.”

“Stop calling me that.” “What? Call you by your first name? Why would that matter? It’s not like you liked my other nickname for you.” You raised your voice

“You have no right to tell me who I can or can’t go with to this dance. If I remember correctly, I asked you first…and what did you do? You told me you didn’t want to go to this dance because you thought it was dumb! And now I see you here with her?! Fuck you, Albedo. I never want to hear from you again, nor do I ever want to see you again.” You said, making his heart break.

“Y/n…you don’t mean that-”

“Oh I mean every fucking word of it. For all these years I have done nothing but try to be good enough for you…try to make you see me as I saw you…I loved you so much Albedo, and you never even batted an eye towards me.” You confessed, tears filling up in your eyes. Albedo widened his eyes at your words. You…you loved him back?

“No…no that’s not it at all. Y/n I-”

“I don’t care anymore. I feel nothing for you anymore. You’ll be better off with Sucrose anyways. It seems she has managed to capture your heart.” You said, turning around. Albedo felt a pang in his chest as he saw his opportunity of finally telling you how he feels slipping away.

He tried to grab your hand, but the other Albedo–P. Albedo– stopped him.

“You’ve done enough damage already, dear brother. She is mine now.” He said, pissing the real Albedo off.

“You have no right to say that! You betrayed her and are now only using her! Do not think you have fooled me.” He said, ripping his arm out of his grasp, leaving the scene.

—

Albedo had left the dance, making it back to his lab. He slammed the door shut and slid down the door, tears filling his eyes.

The sound of something falling caught his attention. He looked over to see broken glass and a flower that he had never seen before. Curious, he went towards it and saw a note.

Hi Bedo!

I’m not very good with writing letters, but I thought I would give it a go because…well just because. I was on a mission with Aether and I happened to find a flower I knew you had never seen before. I took it in and did some of my own research on it and well…just put it directly in front of the moon and see what happens. I was going to keep it, but I realized that you would want it since I know you love discovering new things, so here is my gift to you. I haven’t named it yet, so you get the wonderful chance of doing it yourself! I hope you like it, it wasn’t easy trying to get this as it was at the top of a super tall mountain. Anyways, it’s yours to keep and as always, I hope you are doing well! Don’t forget to sleep either mister! You know how much I don’t like it when you miss it.

Yours truly,

Y/n L/n

Albedo smiled, holding your letter close to him. It may not have meant much to you, but it meant everything to him. He opened a drawer and put your letter in it, placing it with all of your other letters you sent to him over the years. He picked up the flower and did as you told him. He placed it in front of the full moon. In an instant, the flower began to open up and glow as the light from the moon touched it. The anthers stood out beautifully as the golden light started to emit from the petals. You were right, he had never seen anything like it before.

He touched the flower ever so gently, feeling the silky soft leaves and petals. A warm natural smell came from it, filling the room with its aroma.

Tears started to fill Albedo's eyes once again as he realized what you did for him. All you did was try to make him happy, but you alone made him happy…and he messed up by concealing his feelings away from you.

Suddenly, he heard screams of terror from across his lab, alerting him. It came from the area where the dance was being held. The only thing on his mind was you

“Y/n”

—-

You were sitting down in a chair, letting tears fall from your eyes. P. Albedo came to your comfort, rubbing your back.

“Forget him, N/n. You have me now…don’t let that dumb boy hurt you.” He said. You just stayed silent

He held his hand out to you, making you look up.

“Come, let's not waste this gorgeous night any longer. Dance with me, my dear~” He said.

He was right, you had waited all this time for this dance, and you weren’t going to let anyone ruin it for you. You took his hand, wiped your tears, and went to go dance.

You were having the time of your life, dancing and spinning with P. Albedo, and some of your other friends. It was great.

Suddenly, a slow dance came on and P. Albedo asked you to dance with him. You accepted and you both started to slowly walts

“You know, N/n. I am glad you can trust me again. I honestly missed these days with you. Spending it entirely with someone who is happy, sweet and pure such as yourself. It has been such an honor” He said, making you smile

“Me too, Albedo. I am glad you helped me as well. Without you, I don’t know where I’d be without you.” You said as you rested your head on his chest.

He hummed as he tightened his grip around you.

“I know where~” He said, making you look up at him with confusion.

He leaned down, stopping both of you from dancing.

“You’d probably still be alive living here~” He said right before plunging a knife right through your chest, making you yell. Everyone around you screamed in terror as the blood started to drip from your chest.

You looked up at him with shock and heartbreak.

“y-you ..lied to me…” you gasped, slowly feeling dizzy from the blood loss

He smirked at you and pulled the knife out, pulling out a bottle and letting the blood drip down the tube.

“Of course I did, you imbecile. I needed blood for a potion I was making, an everlasting potion. It is supposed to allow anyone who drinks it to heal instantly from any damage for the rest of their life, basically making them immortal. Unfortunately, I needed blood from the purest heart I knew in order to make it work…that’s when I thought of you. So innocent, so naive, so foolish. Your heart is as pure as they come. And I got to you just in time for you to fall for me.” He laughed

Tears filled your eyes once more as you desperately tried to breathe, but you were failing.

“One last thing, my dear…In order for the blood to work, the owner of the blood has to die. That’s just the way it is. So I’m so sorry it had to come down to this, but…” He said, raising his hand. An image of an ice blue flower appeared as he stared down at you with a sinister smile.

“You. Must. Die.”

“How–How could you…”You whispered.

“Hey, you should be thanking me. At least you will be set free from the pain of no one loving you.” He said, making your already wounded heart break even more.

Aether and Thoma ran up to try and help you, but P. Albedo pushed them away with a blast of what looked to be ice.

“No, Y/n!” Amber yelled

P. Albedo looked down at you, ready to finish you off, when suddenly a large sword went right through him, making everyone look behind him to see

“Bedo?”

He was glaring furiously at the boy who tried to kill you. His eyes were dull and crazed.

“You hurt someone I love…and for that…you must be punished.” He said, twisting the blade. Suddenly, P. Albedo started to yell in agony as his body felt like it was on fire.

Albedo had put a type of poison on his sword that when it makes contact, anything the sword touches will turn to a flame and die.

“Good riddance, dear brother.” He said, pulling the sword out of P. Albedo.

A blood curdling scream could be heard throughout the entire city, but it slowly faded as P. Albedo was finally dead, his body engulfed in flames as he disappeared once and for all.

Albedo turned his head and saw you, lying limp on the ground. His eyes widened as he rushed towards you. He held your body in his arms, blood spreading all over him as he tried to wake you up.

“No, no, no. Come on, Y/n. Wake up. Wake up right now.” He said, shaking you, hoping to see your gorgeous e/c eyes flutter open.

When that didn’t happen tears fell out of his eyes like a waterfall.

“Y/n, please…please wake up…” He said, his voice breaking at the thought of not being able to see you again.

“Please, I still need to tell you how much I love you…” He whispered, holding you close to him.

“I love you so much, Y/n. I’m so sorry for the way I acted towards you. I am so sorry for not telling you sooner…then none of this would have happened. This is all my fault…please…please wake up, my love. Please.” He begged.

Suddenly, a groan made its way to your lips, making him stop and look down at you

“Y/n?” He whispered, afraid it was just his imagination

However, he was quickly relieved to know it was real.

Your bloodied hand went up to his. He quickly held your hand and squeezed it.

“Did…you…mean that?” You murmured, fluttering your eyes open.

“That…all this…time…you…you love me?” You asked as tears brimmed your eyes as well

He nodded

“Of course I love you, Y/n. I have for such a long time…but I was too much of a coward to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our already close relationship. When I hired Sucrose after you left to go work on your missions, I had hoped maybe it would decrease my love for you…but it only made it bigger. Everytime you were gone, I dreaded not seeing you. And everytime you came back, it’s like I fell in love with you all over again. No one can ever make me feel the way I do when I am with you. I can’t stop thinking about you..you make me crazy, Y/n. And I am so sorry for the way I have been treating you lately, from being distant with you, to getting mad at you for something so little.” He said.

You hummed as tears fell down the sides of your face.

“Bedo, I love you too. I always have. I was going to confess to you when I was going to give you that flower…but it was too late…” “Nothing is ever too late, Y/n. Once we get you healed, we can live a new life together. One where we can be happy together.” He said, but you shook your head as your vision started to black out.

Thoma quickly ran up beside Albedo and checked to see if you still had a pulse.

“We need to get her healed fast! Her pulse is slowing!” Thoma said. Bennett ran out to you and started to work on you, but he was struggling to keep you alive. You looked up at Albedo and smiled sadly, caressing his face

“He will not be able to fix this. The damage is too much. So I might as well say my last thoughts to you, my Bedo…” you spoke, making him shake his head

“No, don’t say things like that. You will be fine. We will get you back together. I promise.” He said, trying to keep it together for you.

“My sweet, loving Bedo…I have always and will always love you. Ever since…we first met and started to work together, I knew I could be myself around you. I knew I’d be safe with you by my side. I knew that you were the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. From your amazing knowledge of almost everything, to your sweet and rare smile, everything about you is something I’ve come to love. I wish we had longer to be together…but it seems that my end is coming sooner than expected. So, for as long as you live, my Bedo, please know that…” you spoke, feeling darkness take over

“That…I will…always…always…” you spoke softer and softer as your mind started to go blank.

You heard cries and yells, but couldn’t make sense of them.

“Y/n! Don’t! Keep your eyes open! Stay with me please!” Albedo begged as tears fell

“We are losing her! Quick, Kokomi, help me!” Bennett yelled. The girl quickly ran over to help. Everyone stayed back with tears in their eyes, some looking away, some on their knees as they saw you slowly dying.

“Y/n…y/n honey, don’t sleep. We can rest once we get your fixed okay?”

You touched his face one last time

“I will always love you…Bedo…” you spoke as your hand fell limp, and your eyes closed. Your last breath was released, and Thoma could no longer feel a pulse. His eyes dimmed down as he back away from you. Bennet and Kokomi looked at your with pained looks.

“Y/n?” Albedo asked, not believing you were dead.

He shook you in his arms, seeing your lips turn blue.

“No! Y/n. Wake up. I need you! Please wake up!” He yelled.

“Help her! Why’d you stop!” He yelled at the two healers

“Albedo…I’m so sorry…but she’s-“

Thoma said, lightly touching his shoulder. Albedo push him away

“She can’t be dead! She cant! Her and I are supposed to be together!” He yelled out. All of them backed up a bit from his sudden and very rare outburst.

He held you close to his body as he embraced you. His tears fell on your face.

“I’m so sorry…I’m so so sorry.” He softly said.

As he kissed your forehead, he looked over and saw the tube that his brother had dropped after being burned alive. He remembered hearing him say something about the potion.

“It allows anyone who drinks it the ability to heal from any damage for the rest of their life, basically making them immortal.”

He quickly let you go and ran up to the potion, seeing it change colors.

“Albedo, that won’t work. It only works after the person who gave their blood…dies.” Aether said, pausing as he realized it might actually work

“But will it work on the person who gave the blood?” Paimon asked

“It’s worth a shot. I have to try. For her.” Albedo said, quickly pouring the potion down your throat.

Minutes passed by as they waited, hoping for some sign.

But nothing. Albedo looked down at his hands, bloodied from holding you. He was ashamed and angry with himself. How could he have let this happen to you.

“Come on, let’s go. We will take care of her. You need to rest.” Raiden said. Feeling empty and hopeless, he slowly got to his feet, turning around to leave you.

However, all of them stopped once they saw a bright glow start to emit from your body. Gorgeous swirly patterns started to form along your body to your chest where the wound was. The light wrapped tightly around the body, causing a large bass noise through the room. The light started to flicker and run through the whole room multiple times as your body started to float in the air. Everyone looked at you with surprise. The flickering became faster and faster to the point where it was just pure light everywhere you looked. Everyone shielded their eyes from the brightness.

A few seconds later, it stopped. The air slowly put you back down on the ground.

Everyone was whispering, wondering if the potion worked.

Albedo quickly ran up to you and touched your face, looking for any signs of life.

He looked at your body and saw small bright white markings on your arms. He then looked up to your face again, seeing your once blue lips turn back to their plump natural color. Your skin started to go back to its gorgeous s/c color.

“Y/n?” He asked softly, holding your hand again

His heart stopped once he felt your hand slowly tighten around his. He looked down, his hopes coming back.

“Mmm…be…do…” you slowly murmured, making his chest jump.

“I’m here, y/n. Come back to me. I’m right here.” He said.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, revealing your beautiful orbs. They looked right at Albedo, making a small smile form on your face.

“Did I ever tell you how cute you are~” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

He gasped and quickly hugged you, thankful you could hug him back.

Everyone in the back cheered and sighed in relief that you were okay.

Albedo looked you in the eye

“Y/n…I want you to know that I meant every word I said to you. I love you so much and I hope you can forgive me for being such a douche to you. You will always be my love, and no one will ever change that.” He said, making your heart pound and butterflies form in your stomach.

“Oh Bedo, of course I forgive you. Now come here.” You said, pulling him to you and kissing him passionately. He wrapped his arm around your head and continued the kiss, loving the feeling of your lips on his. Sparks flew past as you both enjoyed the moment.

He let go of the kiss, both of you panting a bit.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” You said, making him smile

“Believe me, so have I.” He spoke

You smiled as he went back to kiss you once more.

“Well, I say this all ended nicely! How about we continue the dance everyone!” Itto said, making everyone cheer. And thus, the party began again. You and Albedo danced together, closer to each other than ever, both smiling to your ears.

His kissed your forehead as you danced all night

“I love you, y/n.” He whispered, making you smile and giggle

You looked up at him and kissed his nose

“I love you more, Bedo~” you replied

And for the rest of the night, you two danced and danced, enjoying every moment with each other. That was a night that no one would ever forget.

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sirowsky · 3 months

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An Unexpected Valentine

Summary: While on a mission to check out some anomalous energy readings, Marcus somehow ends up passing through a rift in spacetime, accidentally shifting himself into an alternate reality, where all of nature is bioluminescent and humans are not the dominant species, leaving their dwindling numbers fighting for the survival of their race.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 18+ONLY Warnings: Marcus Moreno x OFC, entirely Marcus POV, smut, not exactly dubious consent but Marcus gets mildly coerced. Light angst, Missy makes a guest appearance. Word count: 2838

There was no prelude or strange sound, no intuitive feeling warning him that he was about to leave everything known and familiar. He just took a step, and the world was gone. Replaced by a very different, and yet, breathtakingly beautiful one.

Everything glowed, from the smallest little flower to the giant trees and even the mountain tops. But these plants were all different as well. All the trees ten times the size of any normal one back home, every flower seemingly able to move at will, and no insects buzzed around them.

He had just taken all this in when there was a started gasp behind him, and he whirled around to find a woman there. Small and much too thin, as if she'd never had a good meal in her life. But still breathtakingly beautiful. Her skin glowing just like the rest of this world, and her pale grey eyes seeming to sparkle like silver glitter.

"Hello," he tried, but she didn't seem to understand it.

She did seem to grow less fearful of him at the sound, though. Carefully approaching before cautiously taking a turn around him, as if assessing him. When she got back to his front, she stopped and just stood there for a moment, staring into his eyes as if looking for unspoken secrets at the bottom of a well.

Then she suddenly grabbed his hand and started dragging him along a trampled path through the woods, holding on to him so firmly that his fingers threatened to go numb.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm following along willingly, no need to break my hand."

Again, she offered no response, and after another minute, a little house appeared at the edge of a small lake.

"Is this your place?" he asked, starting to feel dumb for expecting her to answer, but feeling equally uncomfortable in total silence.

She walked through the door, pulling him in behind her, not letting go of him until he was safely behind her as she closed and bolted the door. A quick study of the building revealed it to be old. Probably hundreds of years, yet in good condition. It was all wood and despite the age of it, it looked healthy and strong.

She kept peering through the little window in the top half of the door for a minute before seeming to decide they were safe, making him wonder what exactly she might be worried was making them unsafe...

"Is there something dangerous out there?"

Still no reply, but she turned around and met his eyes again, and this time, she looked considerably more fearful of him.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm Marcus," he said, pointing to himself and repeating just the name.

"Marcos..." she repeated, getting the pronunciation slightly wrong but he didn't attempt to correct her. "Halo," she continued then, pointing to herself.

She pronounced it differently than the English word halo, though. The A sounding less like cake and more like bard. He repeated it back to her, and it made her smile. But then she heard something outside and rushed to one of the windows in the back of the house.

"What is it?" he wondered while he followed her, and she seemed to understand the gist of his question at least, because she said something and then pointed to a large tree about a hundred feet away.

It took him a few beats to see what the problem was, but once he did, her fearful demeanor outside started to make a lot more sense. The tree was moving. Slowly pulling up its roots and dragging itself closer to the house. As he continued to watch, a small animal then passed in front of it, at which point, the tree used its branches to snatch it off the ground so quickly he couldn't even see it.

It was brought to the center of the crown where the largest branches then began to squeeze the little critter into a cavity, where it would presumably be trapped alive while the tree extracted its nutrients.

"Trees here eat people?" Marcus wondered aloud, mostly just because he needed to hear that sentence out loud, and then a shiver went through him. "That's absolutely terrifying."

No wonder the damned things were so much bigger here than in his own world. And it could also explain why humans here were apparently smaller than normal, since they probably couldn't find much meat to eat anymore. He wondered if perhaps even edible plants were scarce, given how starved this woman was despite living in the middle of the most thriving woodland he'd ever seen.

Halo gave him a look which clearly seemed to say that life here was always terrifying for one reason or another. Then she nodded towards a different part of the house, what he would call the living room, before starting to head there, so he followed. Once there, she opened up what resembled a whiteboard cabinet, like what teachers might have in classrooms, except there was no whiteboard inside the narrow cabinet.

Instead, there was a very large and complex map over the area, presumably one drawn by Halo herself, given that her house was at the center of it. Going by that logic, the map seemed to depict the diameter she'd been able to explore around her dwelling, and while it was extensive, there was no other human living within that area, as far as he could tell.

"You're completely alone?" he asked, pointing to himself and then to her, before gesturing to the scope of the map.

She answered by repeating the movements and then shaking her head, before motioning for him to follow, taking him to a window at the side of the house where he could see a grave outside.

"Your mother? Or father, maybe."

Somehow, he got the feeling that this woman hadn't been around many men, so he guessed that she had been raised by her mother. Tapping lightly at his arm to get his attention, she then shocked him by pointing at his groin, while saying something which sounded like a question.

What could she possibly mean by that? Was she asking if he was a man? Or if she could see his... man-parts?

"Uh... I'm sorry, I don't understand."

That seemed to make her a bit shy, but it wasn't until she started undressing that he worked out why.

"No, no, no! There's no need for that," he said while trying to stop her from untying the bra-like top she was wearing.

But his reaction made her very sad. Confused, he watched as she once again returned to the map and started trying to explain something, gesturing to the entirety of it and then to herself. She finished by putting up one index finger. One. Alone. And suddenly he got it.

For all of her exploration, he was the only man she'd ever met. Her only chance to procreate, possibly ever.

"Halo..." he started, but didn't know how to say it. "I can't begin to imagine how lonely you are, but... this isn't how we do things in my world. If I can figure out how to get back you could come with me, and have your pick of men. Find the one who would make you happy. But I can't just do the deed and then leave you here."

However much she understood, his meaning clearly came across, because she was crying by the time he fell silent. Somehow feeling rotten about having rejected her, even though he wanted to believe he was doing the right thing, he slumped down on a chair and dropped his head in his hands.

It seemed he'd underestimated her resolve, though, because a moment later, he was being shoved back in the chair while she climbed into his lap, working frantically to undo his belt before he could stop her. His initial reaction was to snag her hands and push her back, but she was a lot stronger than he'd anticipated, getting past both his belt and the buttons of his jeans before he could get a grip on her.

But he only managed one of her hands, while the other one slipped inside his underwear and started exploring, drawing a strong reaction from his manhood. There was something mildly intoxicating about the idea of letting her do whatever she wanted. The only thing holding him back being the notion that she wasn't really acting on desire so much as desperation.

His internal debate aside, her ministrations were quickly sending his resolve south, and before he'd managed to reach a decision, she'd freed him from his briefs and started trying to lower herself onto him. But this was presumably her first time and he wasn't exactly small, especially against her petite form, so her attempts were halted by the pain it caused her to try and simply shove him in before she was ready.

Finally making his choice, Marcus stopped her by standing up, moving over to a thick rug on the middle of the floor, and lowering himself down so that he was on top of her. Then he licked his fingertips, moved his hand down underneath her small, skirt-like bottom piece, finding her naked behind it, and started working her, so she'd know that he wasn't trying to stop her.

She responded so beautifully to his touch, losing herself in the pleasure in just a few seconds. And the more aroused she got, the brighter her skin shined, even seeming to shed a light shimmer into the air, which smelled heavenly to him. Wanting to taste it, he kissed her, feeling her bewildered response before she relaxed into it, letting her tongue dance with his and seeking more whenever he tried to pull back.

She tasted even better than she smelled, driving his own arousal to its peak, so he dipped a couple of fingers into her, finding her gushing wet and eagerly pliant. Frustrated with the restraint to his movements, he then kicked off his pants before settling in over her, and starting to push into her innermost stronghold.

The sensation seemed to overwhelm her at first, making her squirm beneath him, not knowing how to respond or behave, but she soon found her own answers. Maneuvering him until he was in the perfect position to reach her best spots, clawing at his lower back to urge him on, sinking her heels into the backs of his thighs to beg for more. The language of sex, it seemed, was universal.

She came before he did, hard and intense, lasting long enough that the powerful pulsing motions of her cramping walls milked him all the way to his own completion. Spilling into her in long spurts, so strong they were borderline painful, leaving him desperately clawing at the carpet to keep from bruising her while his body spasmed.

He collapsed on top of her eventually, but it felt like it took a very long time before the climax ended. And then he stayed there, buried deep inside her, since the deed was already done and he might as well try and give her the best chance.

At some point he must've fallen asleep, because it was dark when he woke up, and he was on his side with Halo in his arms and a blanket draped over them. He couldn't remember having moved, but he had a feeling she was easily strong enough to move him around however she wanted. Not that it mattered. He pulled her a little closer and fell right back to sleep.

The next time he woke, it was still dark but she was no longer beside him. She was sitting by one of the windows looking out over the front of her house and the lake.

"Halo?"

She answered by beckoning for him to come closer, so he reached for his pants and pulled them on, closing the buttons and the belt while he walked over to her. But once at the window, when he could see what she was looking at, he froze.

Because on the other side of the lake... was a portal. A rift, just like the one he'd been sent to investigate. It looked like little more than a strange beam of vertical rainbow colored light, just sitting midair about three feet from the ground, but it was definitely the same phenomenon.

"Come on!" he shouted excitedly, grabbing Halo's hand and pulling her along as he unbolted the door and started running towards it.

But when he reached it, she yanked free and stopped behind him.

"It's okay, it won't hurt you," he tried to explain, before he realized that she didn't look fearful.

Just sad.

"You can come with me. There are millions of people in my world, you'll never be alone," he said while pointing to them both and then counting out several times on his fingers, to help her understand.

She stepped forward, meeting his eyes while passing him, and then reaching out towards the rift. But when her hand passed through it, nothing happened. Even when she walked right through it, nothing happened.

"You're trapped here..." he realized, feeling his chest tighten at the thought that he might never see her again.

Perhaps not so much because of any stronger feelings he'd managed to develop for her in his brief visit, but just because he hated having to leave knowing she'd be all alone.

"I can't stay. I have people waiting for me at home."

She stepped away from the rift with tears in her eyes, and he couldn't blame her. As amazingly beautiful as this world was, it was clearly very hostile, and living in it by herself would never get any easier. Suddenly, Marcus found himself wishing that his seed would take, so she'd at least have someone to love.

He walked up to her and hugged her close, feeling her tremble as she fought the sorrow. Then he kissed her one more time before letting her go, and she gifted him a soft smile as he backed away.

Just as before, there was nothing to indicate the shift between worlds. It just happened. In less than a blink of an eye, the luminescent world was gone and he was back in his own, which abruptly felt too bright and too barren. So flat and tasteless against his senses.

There was no one there. No team of scientists from the Heroics organisation, so no one else had opened the rift for him from this end. A quick glance at his watch showed that to him, thirteen hours had passed, which should've been enough time for someone to miss him.

"HQ, can you hear me?" he called over the comms, and got an immediate response.

"Loud and clear, Moreno. Did you find the anomaly?"

"Yeah... Just one question. What time is it now?"

"Time? It's 11:43. Why do you ask? You hungry for lunch?"

He'd stepped into the rift at 11:29. Only minutes had passed in this world while he was in the other.

"No. I'm not hungry," he answered the technician, feeling guilty even thinking about food when Halo was probably still starving in there.

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"So, dad, did you have any romantic adventures for Valentine's Day?" Missy surprised him by asking after he'd gotten home later that day and they were preparing dinner together.

"Today is Valentine's Day?" he questioned, wondering when exactly he'd stopped celebrating his late wife on this day.

His daughter just nodded in that superior way she did whenever she got to outsmart him about anything.

"Oh. Well, then I guess I did," he cryptically replied, and her eyebrows predictably hit the roof.

She was bringing vegetables to the kitchen counter where he was chopping them up, and she stopped in the middle of the floor and gaped at him, while he just smiled and winked at her.

"You went on a date and you didn't tell me?!" she dramatically argued, but he just kept smiling.

"Not a date, no. But you might have a sibling in an alternate reality now."

"What alternate reality? When did you go to an alt-..."

Marcus just waited patiently for her to work out the details, and when she did, her expression was priceless.

"Wait... I have a... That means you... Oh, GROSS, dad!!"

"Of course, that's the part you get hung up on. Not the half-sister or brother you might have."

"Why would I get hung up on that?" she calmly pondered, and then her father was the one standing with his mouth hanging open in shock.

"You-... You wouldn't mind having a bigger family?"

"Duh. More people to love is never a bad thing, isn't that what you always say?" she countered, and he didn't have any response to that beyond just grinning happily at her.

Because for the first time since losing her mother, he suddenly realized he wouldn't mind a bigger family either.

"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

THE END

Author's Note: I just wanted to write something for Valentine's Day, and this is what came to me when I looked through my image folders. Unfortunately, I'm a day late, but I forgive myself.

Hope you enjoyed it! And thank you for reading :)

#marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno x ofc #we can be heroes fic #we can be heroes au #au fic #valentine's day #happy valentine's day #sirowsky stories

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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 7 months

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Here We Are In Heaven

A snippet of my longer story ‘Heaven is Here’ on ao3. This is chapter 10. Linked at the end! This just made me kick my feet and blush so I had to share.

Crowley and Aziraphale finally addressing their relationship.

It had been a few days since Y/N saw Crowley’s greenhouse, and the image of her inside it wouldn’t leave the demon’s mind. He felt that he saw her everywhere. And granted, to an extent he had. She was still interacting with them daily, but she was also a busy woman. Neither of them wanted to force her to change her lifestyle for them. But even when they weren’t speaking, even when she was at her flat and Crowley was dreaming on Aziraphale’s couch while the angel made diligent notes of his newest prophecy book, he saw her.

Crowley wondered if Aziraphale thought about Y/N the same way he did. Was everything this all consuming? Aziraphale certainly was for Crowley. Not all the time, perhaps all consuming wasn’t the right term, for there were times when the demon could go about his life and not think too much about him. But there were others when all he wanted, all he yearned for, was the sweet angel who loved crepes so much he risked his own life for them. The thought made him laugh slightly.

“A penny for your thoughts, my darling?” Aziraphale said into the silence of the night. It really was a wonderful moment they were sharing. Crowley was daydreaming, lounging on the couch and letting his imagination fly into all the most obscure realities. And Aziraphale was studying a book he’d recently acquired, 113 Partially Correct Prophecies for the Year 1922 by Oscar Wilde. It was turning out to be a more satirical book, mocking the different ways in which people were readily able to believe in prophecies, but Aziraphale still found it an excellent read. And he had been alarmingly correct about Franz Ferdinand’s assassination.

“Y/N,” Crowley answered.

Aziraphale didn’t try to fight the smile on his lips as he turned in his seat to look at the demon. “Ah, I see. And what about her has got you laughing?”

“It’snot her, it’sabout her.” He slurred his words slightly. “Do you… do you find yourself always thinking about the people you care for?”

Aziraphale nodded, “yes, I do.”

“Really?”

“I find that it’s not always the way the novels might describe it. It’s not always fiery and passionate, but it’s certainly there. In the subtext of your mind, so to speak.”

Crowley rolled his eyes, “stop being so bloody smart, angel.”

Aziraphale frowned, “you asked me a question, dearest. I was just trying to answer it.”

“I know,” Crowley said, shoving himself up off the couch and going to Aziraphale selection of vinyl. He started to thumb through them, hoping to find something that had lyrics. Of course he appreciated classical music as much as the next immortal fellow, but when your brain just couldn’t stop thinking, sometimes words were what you needed to distract you. Other words to silence the ones up there. Crowley smiled at the Etta James vinyl, he’d quite fancied her music. Thought she had an excellent voice.

“Angel,” Crowley said softly, his expression suddenly serious. He let his fingers trace along the Etta James vinyl, nail scratching along the letters.

“Hmm?”

The demon was not always known for saying exactly what he needed to say, communication could be very difficult for a demon when your entire mode of communication is based on lies. Or Freddie Mercury. But maybe it was the way he kept replaying his angel kissing her, or the way Y/N listened and loved all of his plants with a kind heart, but he knew exactly what he wanted to say. As adorable as Aziraphale was, Crowley was going to get these words out. “We need to do something about Y/N.”

The angel looked confused and his pink lips came in a little pout, “whatever do you mean?”

“She’s not immortal. She’s going to continue to age. I, I, I don’t want to go through this again.”

Aziraphale’s face fell and he removed his spectacles from the tip of his nose. The conversation had turned very quickly, and he couldn’t quite trace Crowley’s train of thought. Bugger, he hadn’t focused on that bit of everything quite yet. He was so excited with getting to know Y/N, getting to love her as her outside of the whole soulmate situation. Though the situation is what brought them together. He sighed, “I don’t know if there is much we can do.”

“C’mon, angel, think. Use that pretty little head of yours and think.” Crowley came to him quickly, imploring for Aziraphale to help him find a way. The angel’s lips parted when he realized Crowley had called him pretty. However, the demon was on a mission. As beautiful as Aziraphale was and as much as he would love to continue telling him that, he knew they couldn’t get distracted. He could still hear her giggle as rose bushes popped up when she said their name. “Angel, think about it. Y/N’s not going to stop aging. She’s going to die. She’s going to die and forget about us, and we might never get to see her again. And even if we do, she’ll die and forget again. It will never end.”

“Well what do you suggest we do, Crowley?” Aziraphale said with a little whine, he felt helpless.

“Miracle?” The demon said halfheartedly, knowing that it might not work but choosing to say it anyway.

“Heaven and Hell will know if we try to miracle her immortality, and they won’t leave us alone.”

Crowley straightened. Despite everything, despite the inner feelings of self hatred and the torment Hell had put him through, Crowley was an optimist. He believed in good, and he believed that things would work out. An apocalypse had been stopped by belief, by imagination. His Bentley had survived. Despite it all, he chose to be optimistic about their future with Y/N, he refused to let it die with her. “We have to try, Aziraphale. You know we do. She deserves it.”

“She does.”

There was a pause. The angel was thinking very deeply about what they could do, if a miracle would even work. Then the soft chords of Etta James’s ‘At Last’ started to play on the record player. Aziraphale hadn’t even seen the demon put it on, but he couldn’t fight the small smile as the music enveloped him. His eyes fluttered shut and he took in a deep breath.

Her voice was rich through the ancient speaker. Crowley and Aziraphale listened with intent.

“At last

My love has come along…”

Aziraphale’s eyes opened when he felt a pair of warm hands settle on his waist, pulling him closely to another body. Crowley let his head fall onto the crook between Aziraphale’s neck and shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. He worried the angel was going to kick him away, and was going to reject him. 6,000 years of pining and yet he didn’t know if a simple dance was too much to ask for. At first the angel didn’t know how to respond, but as Etta James continued and he took in the scent of Crowley, he felt himself melting into the touch. Aziraphale’s arms came up around Crowley’s neck, hands buried in the red hair as the couple swayed back and forth to the song. His nails scratched along his skin and Crowley let out a sigh of relief. Aziraphale rested his head against Crowley’s.

“At last

The skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped in clover

The night I looked at you…”

Crowley remembered one of the first times he’d seen Aziraphale, way back when he’d been an angel. He hadn’t noticed it then, he’d been too caught up in the creation of a galaxy too beautiful to comprehend, but he remembered Aziraphale had looked quite pretty. He looked soft and sweet. Like candy. Crowley couldn’t comprehend that this moment was real, that he was holding good personified and he was his.

It took Crowley three stuttering tries, but he finally managed to get out over the soft chords of the song, “you deserve it, too, Aziraphale. You deserve her, the love, all of it. You deserve eternity with her.”

They both pulled back slightly to look at one another. The angel soaked in the sight of Crowley’s amber eyes, so raw with unexplained emotions. He hadn’t seemed to expect that from him and his eyes darted back and forth, trying to gauge what Crowley was feeling. He seemed to know something the demon wouldn’t dream to express. Aziraphale brought a hand to cup Crowley’s cheek and without thinking, he nuzzled into the angel’s touch. “My darling, you deserve it too. You are deserving of everything.”

A tear slipped down Crowley’s cheek, and Aziraphale wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. The angel spoke softly, almost hiding under the music, but Crowley would have never missed his next words. “I love you dearly, my Crowley.”

Crowley didn’t hesitate this time to make the next move. He rushed forwards and took Aziraphale’s lips with his own. A crescendo to 6,000 years of pining and trying to understand themselves. It was all that Aziraphale had dreamed of and more. The demon moved with a raw passion, taking in the form of the angel’s lips, but he wasn’t demanding. Crowley tasted of whiskey and heat and his lips felt softer than sin. Etta James’s melody cried from behind them and they held each other closer, as though letting go would mean they’d never get to touch again.

“You smiled, you smiled

Oh, and then the spell was cast

And here we are in Heaven

For you are mine … at last.”

#good omens #good omens season 2 #fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley x reader #crowley is a simp #crowley has self esteem issues #aziraphale #Aziraphale is hot ngl #this made me giggle #I love this #even if it’s shit I love it #fluff #dancing together because it’s fucking adorable

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siremasterlawrence · 8 months

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HUMADROID: Five For Five

Mac Maxwell is a young black male living in New York City fell a sleep in his recliner feet up in the air. Toes pointed towards the flash of the television screen the picture roles on and again.

The screen suddenly lights up in a flash of good and silver blows up covering up the room. The light lifts him up into the air as if by any sort of magic shoves him backwards he is colliding with the television.

On impact it swallows him whole entirely it is transferring him in to a new world speeding down in to a magical realm. “Welcome dear friend to my wonderful world of mysticism and pure power.” A voice echoes through the halls.

“This is the world you live in a shit place hell hole of drama, evil and fucking asswipes but here. You can bring your imagination to life what one loses here others can find In spades. What do you think?” The man goes on breathlessly till he is finished.

“What is this place?”

“Heaven on earth or paradise “

“So basically it’s everything “

“Correct!”

“Why am I here?”

“To balance the equation.”

“Take what is yours”

“Make your heaven on earth”

“This will be a journey “

“Don’t bother to figure me out”

“I am and can be your best friend or worst nightmare.”

“Which one will it be?”

“Not my enemy for sure”

“Excellent!”

“Did you just snap that book into existence?”

“One of a million things I can do do”

“Why don’t you browse?”

“The HUMADROID catalogue? Are you in the business of building robots?”

Part 1

The smirks on his face grows widely out of his control pointing into the void as a whirlpool appears. Showcasing multiple video clips of a different guys and couples who have been transforming them into real dolls.

The room spins as he takes a bow flipping the tip of his hate bidding me a due he is backing up fading into the mist of the night and he watches him disappear into the darkness.

Mac stranded in this new world glees with great anticipation exciting within him flow of air current rushes with the descending of a few pods landing on the space pod placed within a grove of patched land inside laid seeds.

The young man greedily goes into series of processes in his new make shift laboratory to make a grand plan in which the scheme will be the likes of which no one else has ever scene and I will unleash in to the world by my orders.

The plants produce a certain color palate in theory that could create a unique hypnotic signature so I intentionally take a year off the grid to study its affects eventually with effort my color b is released to a rousing success.

One day Jamie is passing window shows as he pushes his shopping cart into hollow hall of the mall when one the glass window wow him emitting a multitude of lovely colors like a heat seeking missile the ray zips his eyes contact.

The man immediate struck off his center of gravity frozen in place in front of the window as the colorful display of the giant television screen switches different patterns his eyes match them like clones a ideal match like diamonds.

Soon enough his eyes are now devoid of any life his being completely wiped clean all that is eyes with static grey and colors much like on television and his mind is in endless loop of nothingness ebbing and flowing a new reality.

He was on his way to meet a friend but that is obviously not happening especially when his cell phone screen bings with a sharp resounding sound alerting him to the text but the message goes unanswered his friend.

Across from the mall a few blocks later his friend Ashley pissing off as per usual is off his pit drunk about to take another sip of his beer when his cellphone rings thinking it is Jamie he is about to scream at him but is cut off.

He places the cell phone to his ear hitting him in ear shattering noise sending a chill down his spine he locks in place beer in his hand the glass falls smashing in to the floor breaking in to pieces his mine completely left in shambles.

He is going completely blank in a states of deep shock and surprises his mind goes in to hyperdrive warping super fast holding him back he drops in to a pit of despair free falling endlessly into a bottomless black hole.

While he will join Jaime in just a pit behind his wall man takes a key the wall opens up

a key hole and the key fits perfectly turning the knob as the door swings to the side and he enters walking in he spits Ashley placing his hands on his shoulder.

Rubbing it he helps him up to his feet as he and his new subject walk off mindless into the void and Ashley is locked in the second pod next to his pal but being reprogrammed for service and I could not be happier with the outcome.

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you might see it a night in the pod will do him just right in deepening my full on permanent control over his being inside

and out with no to rescue him but me he

is in for a treat.

As his body lay in status over the night I let the headphones place on his face by robot hands firmly and strategic held as the visor programs begin to project into his mind a laser forces his way to his mind in a heavy stream.

Ear buds slips into his ears like a radio the songs are blasting into his ears are playing so hard pumping reprogramming music on and on his voice quiets inside nothing else will ever matter.

The pods go dumb turning completely black encased in a seal of clear glass both of the are sinking into the ground below they will be indoctrinated into a life of us the robot mindless obedience.

Part 2

Nick Pickard is enjoying an early morning in the heat of the night barbecue burning so bright he is unaware of the sparks flying high above the area catching hold of the place.

The room lights up catching fire he trapping him instinctively he hits the wall hard as he crushes a bit the fire blocks him in a sea of chaos the fire reaches the brim of the roof exploding.

The kids of Nick Pickard arriving far to late watching the remains of what was there ex father they lose it bursting in to tears they both collapse from heat exhaustion and faint.

Ian, Glen and Nick feet are grabbed yanking them in to the grass they are dragging in to the grass and thrown in to a nearby pit of epic proportions in an endless sea of white steam.

The next three pods open welcoming them in a deep heavy thud they soon wake up as the top of the roof closes on them locking no rather sealing them in place for what is to come.

“Where am I? Hello?”

“Dad? Why are we here?”

“Dad? “

“Is he in a state of trance?”

“Hypnotized”

“Master? Come and get me”

“Master? Dad are you ok?”

“Obey him”

“You most obey Master”

“Mmmmmmm”

“That hum”

“I can’t stop”

“I’m humming too”

“Mmmmm”

“I can’t think”

“My mind is blocked”

“Am I hard?”

“Rock hard “

“Oh God.”

The end

#Jamie Lomas #Ashley Taylor Dawson #Nick Pickard #Adam Woodward #Danny Mac #fire #barbecue #forest #television #static #hypnosis #gay mind control #radio #vr

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t0kidal · 1 year

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Oops I summoned a Demon

After going through several ideas, (celestial reader/Kalego’s Lilith reader, a Celestial reader just chilling, talking to Narnia or Baal because the desire to deliver a beat down on em is SO strong.)

(we don’t talk about the “turn man into dogboy”/nyan koi au)

I know this was done before... but what if someone summons a demon? ehhh? ehh?

Initially this was gonna be something about Balam accidentally summoning a Human (sassy and bold) to the netherworld BUT then I realized that this might’ve flowed... better-ish? If he was human summoning a demon.

A very devilish demon...

~~~

The Human world was fully aware of the celestials high above them and the demon world down below. But while all the planes were aware of the other, very rarely did they interact. With the exception of celestials blessing humanity or devil-kind coming to fuck around up top. Humans, were not able to transcend the borders of their realities... at least not without “help”.

Was the ability to summon demons particularly frowned upon? Not really? But all knowledge regarding such is held under lock and key, you’d need to report your intentions and such before performing such rituals.

You can imagine how much of a pain immigration is.

~~~

You take a look at your surroundings, had this situation been different you would’ve thought it was quite homely. Vibrant greenery just outside the window, a floor plan that looked as though it was built to compensate the small green house in it (a serious plethora of plants and succulents)... Obviously the masked man in front of you was a big soft nerd but you only got that last bit from the various pickled... things... And freshly cleaned beakers and vials.

The man in question took the opportunity to scoot... away from you? Was he scared of you?

You couldn’t help the downright malicious chuckle escaping your throat.

Boldly stepping out of the summoning circle, ignoring the brief pain of the barrier runes screaming at you, you approach the man. Your heels, shoeless but stone cold, striking the wooden floor beneath you with sharp clacks, tail curling and coiling in vexatious glee.

Pretty soon... you towered over the man as he failed to take the opportunity to rise off the ground.

You take note that, while prone, he was still pretty big, but you weren’t exactly a lightweight either.

You’re now standing over him. Feet on either side of his waist, you grab his tie and pull him up as you bend forward from the hips to come nose to nose with a wicked grin.

“Pfft, You don’t know anything about me... do you?” Surely no normal human would be dumb enough to summon a demon still...

You let him go, turning away and popping up on his desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“Now then. How can I help you?”

You liked your fun but business is as business does.

“A-ah... uhmm... To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d get this far....” As he stands your notes were correct.... was he human? He was built like a bear. “Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?”

The moment this man spoke you had to shake your head and make sure you weren’t charmed by some kind of spell... does he hear himself? That voice...

‘Oh no. He’s cute.’

“No no... no? thank you? Uh... just... tell me what you summoned me for and we can... strike a deal.” Everyone summoned you or some other demon when they needed something.. more or less moral... what profound and not so innocent desire does this-

“I was wondering if... I could study... You...”

See? There we go, why would you think he was any di-

“What I mean is that, humans or we as humans don’t have much knowledge on demonic features. And I was hoping if, over the course of... I think a year? Maybe longer... that you’d let me study you?”

Ah.. “You do realize that, as it stands right now, Humans are celestial pets and demons toys right? Our kind gets along but make no mistake... should humans prove irksome... Anyways why exactly should I grant you this information?”

He’s a tool... a fool... a pawn in the political scheme across the masses of humanity’s lack of humanity. Woe be to that unfulfilled romance, shot down before it could start.

“Actually, I work in a hospital... If it helps the case - don’t look at me like that. And we cater to Celestials, Humans, and Demons alike -- though the former most and latter most are extremely rare... but recently we had a patient come in..." his already deep dulcets drop with a grave and solemn tone... “He’s a young demon boy now living with a human host family... but his body...”

...

“How old?”

He sighs and closes his eyes, bracing himself before opening them again.

“He’s 14.”

~~~

Balam, as you later learned, was right to have gotten clearance to summon you. While the demon population in the human world was an extremely low percent... you don’t exactly need to be a citizen to commit a crime. Humans, Demons, Celestials, are all a danger to each other as much as assets for their selfish goals. (The celestials don’t like to phrase their meddling blessings as such)

Unauthorized movement between worlds, the transfer of goods from humans to parts of them, demons to parts of demons, even celestials (though much rarer than the aforementioned)... it was hard to finish it once someone started it.

It’s organized, with a long confusing trail. Full of deceitful selfish people.

~~~

You feel a fire engulf your countenance at ‘14′.

“Where...”

“I’m sorry?”

You wanted to know, course he probably doesn’t but... You were about to commit a murder. You just need to know, “Where are those BASTARDS”

To you, two parties are at fault for ruining this child’s life. If he’s here in critical conditions with a host family and all alone there are two reasons. Reason number one, the child’s demonic parents; in the netherworld life is precious. If they were neglectful enough to have allowed something this severe to happen it could also be said that they had a direct hand in it. Reason number two, whoever it was on the other side that they were dealing with, probably some sicko human who wanted to use his demon parts for some kind of unfounded ritua-

Your thoughts are cut off as a TSHHH and a white foam fills your vision.

“PwfaH”

You wipe it out of your face and realize your mana caused a small fire...

The human in front of you quickly dropped the fire extinguisher, and if not for his next words you would’ve thought you pissed him off...

“Excuse me.. I’m sorry about that. But I’d like to reaffirm a few things, the reason you were called here is to gain more knowledge for that boy’s treatment, his host family has already grown fond of him and called for me to be his personal physician and to help him recover. I think that both through the study of your demonic traits and your presence during examinations, it’d work wonders for him. I promise you that no additional harm will come to either of you and that you will be cared for during your time here.”

He says this all so earnestly. He had almost knelt down to maintain eye level with you and there was no where to look but into his dark eyes. A human with a passion...

But would you let this sway you? No... at least not by too much.

“Then, let’s get on with this.” You conjure a pen and parchment, the contract.

“You, uhh whatever your name is,”

“Shichiro, er Balam Shichiro.”

“Alright then, Shichiro, will sign this contract under the following terms. One, you enter this contract willingly and your intents are nothing more than to learn about the demonic body for medical/scientific research. Two, you will not cause me harm and will protect me from harm should it come our way for the duration of our contract. Three, should you fail to fulfil these terms I reserve the right to eat you.”

“W-Eat me?!”

Oh that’s so unfair, even surprised he’s cute.

“Yes. According to legend, human flesh does wonders for a demon. And it should be easy enough to avoid. Now about your conditions?”

He only briefly hesitates.

“One, you enter this contract willingly and will allow me to study your b-body for mecial or scientific research.. Two, I will not cause you any harm.. Three, should you fail to be of help to me or this research I reserve the right... t-to...”

“...?”

“....”

“Well?”

“I- Hmm... I.. reserve the right to... have you stay here... in the human world... until further notice...?”

How sweet, he’s not comfortable with the idea of controlling someone’s fate.

“Alright, and now... I know the mood for this is awful but I’m gonna need a little kiss.”

“Huh?” Balam, despite the tense and uncomfortable atmosphere could feel a carmine hue spread across his face from ear to ear. Much to his chagrin, it seems to lighten the demoness’s mood a bit.

You only nod at him, affirming his fears.

“Listen, I know you might not like the prospect... but it’s what’s needed to seal the deal. I’m sure you’ve heard of succubus before hmm?”

Now hyper aware of his position before you, he stands upright and takes a step back flushing down to his neck.

You sigh, an easy going smile lighting on your face as you tap your lips. “C’mon a quick peck will work just as well.”

He looks like he’s just getting even more red so you opt to hop off the desk and stand before him. Asking,

“May I?”

And finally receiving a nod in response.

He leans down, and just as you said.

A quick peck is all it took.

#reader insert #female reader #balam shichiro #mairimashita! iruma kun #naberius kalego #there should be more tags but I can't really think of them rn #succubus reader

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rachellesedai · 7 months

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The Lasting Memory

Here is part two of my story for the @inklings-challenge 2023!

Team: Tolkien Genre: Secondary World Fantasy/Time Travel Themes: Burial/Visit the Sick Word Count: 5,621 [PART 1] | 4,467 [PART 2]

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PART 2

Treasa mounted the steps to the grand pavilion. Its moonstone columns shimmered in the glow of the setting sun. Detailed glyphs in the lost language of the ancients covered the round pillars from top to bottom. Her eyes ran up the rows upon rows of carved symbols. They were said to be an explanation of how the stones worked, or perhaps computations showing the movements of the stars. Scholars had spent lifetimes arguing over the possible meanings of the glyphs and the ancients who had created them.

The Order had grown up around these scattered pavilions, studying them, learning their secrets, and eventually using them for their own purposes. What the ancients had intended them for no one knew for certain. Traveling back in time, if only as an observer, was useful to be sure. It seemed to Treasa, however, that there had to have been more to the mystical structures. Why were they the only remnants of a clearly advanced civilization? She couldn’t help wondering if the pavilions had taken the ancients to the far future or even to other worlds.

Treasa took a deep breath. Now was not the time to ponder such things. She was only putting off the inevitable. Clutching the moonstone medallion hanging around her neck, Treasa walked to the center of the structure. A cool breeze whispered through the columns. She patted the leather scrip at her side, ignoring the heat creeping up the back of her neck. No one was here to check how many crystals were in her bag. She wasn’t sure if she’d packed Timon’s extra crystals because she still doubted herself or because his threats had intimidated her more than she was willing to admit. Either way, it was time.

Carefully positioning herself, Treasa planted her feet within the crossing lines of the star mosaic at the very center of the pavilion. She cupped the amulet in both hands and gazed into its milky depths, building the picture she wanted in her mind’s eye. Her stomach lurched and everything wobbled as if the ground were falling out from under her. She tensed, reminding herself this was a normal part of traveling. Treasa took a slow breath and closed her eyes. Her fingers curled around the amulet and she focused on the image in her mind, the Battle of Kareth. Silent winds buffeted her. She was at the eye of a great storm, and then nothing. A moment of suspended silence stretched out around her before reality snapped back into place.

Treasa stumbled, her boots ankle deep in mud. Men swarmed around her, officers shouting orders, soldiers caring for horses and readying weapons. Her eyes scanned the men’s faces, searching for the First Guardian. She shook her head. General Valleth. He would be young here, blond hair instead of gray. Treasa trudged forward, glad to be wearing breeches and a woolen tunic covered with a serviceable half-cloak in the midnight blue of the Order. People flowed around her, rarely even glancing in her direction. She approached an officer taking reports from various regiment leaders and sending them hurrying off in different directions.

“Excuse me, Commander.” The man glanced up, squinting with that slightly confused look people always gave.

“Yes, scholar?” he said, looking back down at the papers in his hand.

“Could you direct me to General Valleth?”

He frowned, eyeing the crest that caught her cloak up on her right shoulder. With a sigh, he jerked his head toward a collection of tents near the southern end of the encampment. “Try the officers’ mess.”

“Thank you,” Treasa replied, even knowing he would soon forget the entire interaction. She turned and trudged along the muddy path. The way the past flowed around intruders such as herself still made Treasa uneasy. She was alien here and the whole world seemed to pull away, refusing to acknowledge her presence. It was better, the scholars said, that people forgot you the moment they looked away and that their eyes slid right past you unless you called attention to yourself.

As Treasa approached the crowded row of makeshift tables, her eyes were immediately drawn to Valleth. He should not have stood out, having discarded his uniform jacket with its golden braid and tassels. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and his neck cloth loosened like the other men at the table. His presence, however, was undeniable. His fellow officers at the table, passing soldiers, even the aides serving the food, hung on his every word, laughing as he came to the end of a humorous story.

Treasa smiled to herself. She remembered the tale. It was the first one he’d told her on a stormy night when the candles had guttered low and they had seemed to be the only two awake in the tower. She slipped in among the onlookers and listened carefully for any clue that would tell her how close to the battle she had arrived. Briefly, she was tempted to record this exact moment. Valleth was happy and confident, laughing with his friends and comrades. Most of these men would be dead in a few days’ time. The Battle of Kareth would be a victory snatched from the jaws of defeat. A turning point in Damaria’s history, without a doubt, but a victory won at a steep price, hundreds giving their lives to push out the foreign invaders once, and for all. She sighed. Timon would undoubtedly choose his father’s glorious victory over a moment with his men.

A courier sprinted up and handed the general a sealed letter. Valleth called for food and drink for the man while he scanned the contents of the missive. He straightened, his eyes snapping. “The Rethans have crossed the river at Drytos,” he said. The men fell silent, a few blanching at the news, but all looking confidently to their leader. “Ready the men,” Valleth said and the camp exploded into a frenzy of activity.

Treasa sighed. Tonight, then, would be the famous midnight ride to outflank the barbarians and drive them south, forcing them to fight with the cliffs at their back instead of on the open plains where their greater numbers would have the advantage. She slipped in among the scurrying soldiers and secured a mount. She rode until evening melted away and the sky became a vast black dome with stars scattered across it like spilled diamonds. Her view from the vantage point she and Sir Damerel had discussed was spectacular. She pulled the recording crystal from her pouch and prepared it with a few chanted words and the pressure of her thumb in the right spot. Then she waited.

Horsemen pounded into view as the first streaks of dawn colored the sky. One force harassed by the other, gaining ground inch by inch. The clash of weapons, the cries of the fallen, and the shouts of victory rode the wind, swirling around her. The moment Treasa’s eyes landed on General Valleth astride his silver gray horse, saber raised, she activated the crystal. It caught everything, Valleth’s victory, the stunned rejoicing of the survivors, and his grief over the fallen. It was beautiful and stirring in its way. But it seemed too simple and the young general with a stricken expression in his eyes was not the man she had come to know.

Sighing, Treasa reviewed the recording. It felt both too removed from the action of the moment and too intimate in the emotions it had captured. She doubted if even Timon would find the recording acceptable. Tucking it safely into her scrip, Treasa trudged over to a copse of trees around a muddy stream, well out of sight of any sharp-eyed soldiers. She chanted under her breath and stared into the medallion, willing herself to the second location on Lord Timon’s list.

―

Silent winds swirled and Treasa opened her eyes to a shadowed alcove. She waited a moment for her breathing to return to normal and peered out into the street. The position of the sun put the time around late morning. Venturing out, she heaved a sigh of relief to find herself on the familiar streets of the capital. There was no need to hunt for clues with the Order’s Central House so close. She slipped among the bustling populous, her feet almost tripping over themselves in her haste.

Treasa pulled the bell string at a nondescript gate tucked around the far end of the east tower of the Central House. A young cleric answered, her eyes widening at the sight of Treasa in her muddied boots and travel stained cloak. Treasa held up her moonstone medallion and the girl bobbed a courtesy. She hurriedly unlocked the gate and waved Treasa in with a furtive glance up and down the path.

“How may I serve you, scholar?” The cleric asked as soon as they had crossed the small courtyard and closed the wooden door behind them.

“Is the First Guardian’s installment ceremony soon?” Treasa asked.

“Yes. It is set for tomorrow evening.”

Treasa’s shoulders relaxed and she peeled off her cloak. “Good. I’ll need something appropriate to wear to the event and some food and drink in the meantime. And I’m not a scholar yet. Cleric will do.”

“Of course, cleric.” The girl smiled, diligently recording Treasa’s requests in a large leather bound book with the date neatly inscribed at the top of the page. “Would you check to see if I have listed everything you require.”

Treasa leaned over to examine the list, seeing that the girl had noted her size correctly, even adding a few details about her coloring for whoever ended up with the job of locating a last minute dress for the biggest event of the year. “Thank you. It looks perfect.”

“I am happy to serve,” the girl said, “The log is checked every half hour. All items requested will be put in the anteroom there.” She pointed to a door to their left. “The library is down the hall. The most current publications and public communications are on the table in the center.”

“Thank you,” Treasa said, “You have made my task much easier. I am sorry you will not remember my gratitude.”

The girl shrugged, a smile in her eyes. “It is part of serving in the Order.”

Treasa nodded in agreement. “Blessings on you, sister.”

“And you,” the girl responded, “Good luck on your endeavor.”

Treasa nodded and wandered down to the library. She confirmed the date on the latest public notices and settled down on a comfortable settee. Kicking off her boots, she pulled her knees up to her chest. Her stomach growled and she hoped the book would be checked soon so she could get something to eat.

Sighing, she pulled her braid around and began undoing it, her fingers pulling at the tangles. She was acutely aware of the extra crystals in her pouch. Soon she would have to decide whether to use them or not. Normally, she would record over her previous attempt or, if there was enough room, fill up the rest of the space on the crystal with this second event. She was expected to present one recording for the Lasting Memory, though how she went about recording and choosing was up to her.

―

Treasa stared into the mirror, not quite recognizing herself. The dress that had been delivered was precisely what she had expected. It was stylish enough to blend in, but not so stunning that it would attract undo attention. Even so, it was the nicest thing she had ever worn. The underdress was a silk the color of burnished gold with voluminous skirts that swished when she walked. Over that, was a robe of dark green chiffon trimmed with a tasteful amount of golden embroidery and fastened at the waist with a wide sash. She smoothed her hands over the dress and slipped them into the deep pockets, checking for the tenth time that the crystals were secure. She patted her hair, which hung loose around her shoulders in accordance with the fashion of the day. It felt strange not to have it up. At least the front was swept up in a gold comb that kept it out of her face. She sighed. It was time to go.

The town-coach she had arranged dropped her off at the entrance to the basilica and she joined the throng of attendees. The atmosphere was jubilant and the crowd laughed and chattered as they squeezed themselves into the lofty space, filling the anterooms and hallways to bursting. Navigating through the crowd was a surreal experience. No one paid any attention to her unless she bumped into them. In some ways, it made it easier to slip between the knots of exquisitely dressed dignitaries and solemn elders in their formal robes. However, no one stood aside for her either, and as remaining unremarkable was her goal, she found herself stuck more than once, hemmed in on all sides, unable to move.

Finally crossing the wide antechamber, Treasa showed her medallion to a guard at the foot of a staircase roped off with a thick golden chord. She was allowed in with a nod and a formal, “Blessings on you, scholar.”

She made her way up the curved stairs, holding her skirts to avoid tripping over them. At the top was a balcony, overlooking the sanctuary. She glanced down to where she had been standing among the clerics a few short weeks ago, or would be standing in several decades. She shook her head. Thinking about it too much brought on a persistent throbbing behind her eyes.

Eventually a hush fell over the crowd and Treasa began her recording as a choir of young voices swelled from a soft chanting to a chorus of multiple voices harmonizing and then diverging in a spectacular rendition of the anthem of the Knights Reverend. She held the crystal steady on the balcony railing to get the best view of the ceremony. As the chorus was joined by a symphony of instruments, a procession of elders and scholars came up the center aisle. They were followed by a color guard of high-ranking knights in full regalia. When the attendants had taken their places, the music swelled once again and everyone turned to watch Peatar Valleth III stride down the aisle. Head held high, his smile seemed to reach every corner of the basilica. He bowed to the High Elder and saluted his fellow knights before taking his place on the central dais.

Treasa recorded the entire ceremony, including the First Guardian’s speech that had everyone laughing and wiping away tears at different points. At the conclusion of the service, Treasa retraced her steps and slipped in among the crowds toasting the First Guardian’s installment. She could leave now. She had recorded more than enough grandiose formality. Timon would be thrilled. She winced at the thought.

Her feet dragged, and she came to a stop, the multitudes flowing around her like a stream parting around a small rock. This was not why the First Guardian had chosen her. His installment and the Battle of Kareth were so obvious. Odd were high most people would have chosen one of the two. He had entrusted her with this task.

She moved into the grand hall and spotted Valleth greeting dignitaries and carrying on a jovial conversation with those around him. As she approached, the group laughed at something in one of Valleth’s stories. Blinking, Treasa drew in a sharp breath. His stories. He was famous for them. There was always a point to them, whether to bring comfort, teach a lesson, or simply raise everyone’s spirits. A recording of the actual events of one of his stories would be the perfect Lasting Memory. It would be as if he was telling it again every time someone visited his memorial. Treasa almost gasped. She immediately knew which story. Her favorite. The one he had repeated so many times she knew it by heart.

Treasa hurried back to the Central House and changed out of her finery. She downed some bread and cheese that had been left on a tray in the library, and paced the room. Finding the exact moment in time from Valleth’s description of events would be tricky. Treasa bit her lip as she went over the details in her head, running through the timeline she had memorized of Valleth’s life and accomplishments. It was a narrow enough window. If Damerel was right about visualizing the scene being the crucial part of traveling, she might be able to pull this off. With a silent thanks to Keltris and her insistence she commit to memory even the smallest detail of Valleth’s daily life, Treasa chanted the words of traveling over her medallion and hoped for the best.

―

Treasa leaned against the high, stone wall that separated the university gardens from the city proper. The narrow street running along the back of the gardens was used by students and faculty alike as a short cut to the Central House. If she had traveled to the right day, Valleth would soon be leaving after a day of teaching at the military academies. The winter sun slowly sank behind the tall spires of the basilica, casting long, cold shadows.

Treasa pulled her cloak tight to ward off the chill, thankful she had taken the time to change out of her fancy dress. She looked up as the gate to the garden creaked. An older man walked out, a satchel of books slung over one shoulder. He turned, eyes sliding right past her, and Treasa smiled. It was Valleth. He still walked straight. His hair had only touches of gray, though his short beard was all salt and pepper. He wore a serviceable coat, military in cut, but without any of the trappings his rank merited. Treasa breathed a sigh of relief. So far, so good.

Treasa activated the recording crystal and followed Valleth as he walked down the street humming snatches of a tune. As Valleth rounded a corner, a boy with tousled brown hair and a dirty face stepped out into the road. Valleth came to an abrupt stop to keep from running him over. He chuckled as the boy’s eyes widened.

“Can I help you, young sir,” Valleth asked.

The boy regarded him with narrowed eyes as if considering his request. “Do you have any coppers?” he asked.

Valleth patted his pockets. Treasa tried not to smile. Valleth’s description of searching for and not finding a single coin was always comical.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Valleth said and the boy shrugged as if it was no more than he expected. “I do have something, though.” Opening his satchel, Valleth pulled out a wrapped honeycake. “I’m sorry. It isn’t much, but it’s from Rena’s bakery, so you know it’s good.”

The boy’s eyes lit up. “That’s perfect! Better than a fistful of coppers.” He grinned from ear to ear, accepting the treat. “Thank you, sir. It’s my sister, Erin’s nameday and she loves honeycakes!”

Valleth straightened. “Do you mean to say that you are going to give this cake to your sister?”

The boy nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir. She will be so happy. We hardly ever get sweets and Rena’s are the best.”

“I see,” Valleth said, his eyes softening, “Does your sister like books by any chance?”

“Mama taught us both to read,” the boy replied proudly, “Erin wants to be a scholar some day and I am going to be a knight of the Order.”

“That is a worthy ambition One that should be encouraged.” Valleth rummaged in his satchel. “I have a gift for your sister’s nameday that I think you will both enjoy.” He pulled out a slim leather bound volume. “It’s a bit worn,” he said, dusting off the book, “but only because it’s one of my favorites.” He held out the book and the boy’s mouth fell open.

He tucked the honeycake under one arm and wiped his hand on his shirt before taking the book. He stared at it, reading the title in halting accents, “The Tales of Damar.” He looked up at Valleth, eyes wide in awe. “You’re giving this to me? For Erin? Are you sure?”

“I am very sure,” Valleth said, smiling.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The boy danced around in circles, hugging the book to his chest.

Valleth laughed. “Take care not to get it sticky, son.”

“I’ll be careful,” the boy said, “Thank you, sir. Blessings on you.” He turned and ran down the cross street. Valleth watched until he was out of sight a smile on his face.

Treasa held the crystal up, finishing the recording as the last rays of sunlight lit Valleth’s face. He always said he had felt more joy in that moment than he ever had before or since.

Treasa held the crystal tightly, blinking back tears, and watched Valleth continue on his way. She could almost hear his voice recounting the story and see the laughter in his eyes. This was how the man should be remembered. Not as a battle hardened warrior or a brilliant statesman, but as a man who brought joy into the world with simple acts of kindness. She pulled the other two crystals out of her bag. They shone from within with the pale violet light that showed they held a memory of the past. She had no doubt, if she returned with all three, Timon would find a way to force her hand.

Before she could change her mind, Treasa took the crystals from her previous trips and cast them onto the stone walkway. She inhaled sharply as they shattered, the soft light dying away to nothingness. She took a deep breath and carefully wrapped the remaining crystal and placed it in her scrip. It was time to go home.

Clasping the medallion to her heart, Treasa chanted the words to activate it, and thought of home. The winds pulled at her and she felt lifted off her feet for a moment before being dropped in a heap onto the polished floor of the grand pavilion. She blinked and Damerel was there, helping her up. He steadied her as she gasped for breath.

“Are you all right?” he asked, supporting her arm.

Treasa nodded. “Just a little winded.” She looked past Damerel and saw a veritable array of people clustered around the pavilion entrance all with various looks of concern and surprise on their faces. There were several blue-robed scholars and, most notably, the High Elder Reyes and Lord Timon Valleth himself. “What’s going on?” Treasa asked.

“You were gone a long time,” Damerel said, “Several days, in fact.”

“Days?” Treasa blinked. Recovery missions usually took hours, half a day at most. “But why is everyone here?”

Scholar Keltris stepped forward. “Lord Timon was insisting that someone else be sent to recover the First Guardian’s Lasting Memory.” She sniffed. “He tried to force the issue.”

“It was my right,” Timon growled, pushing forward. The crowd muttered, seemingly divided between those who supported Timon and those who had been trying to stop him.

Treasa’s knees felt weak, but she straightened, mustering a serene expression. “Well, I’m back now,” she said.

“Yes. And I believe we should speak in private.” Timon jerked his head and turned to walk away as if he fully expected her to trot after him.

Keltris’s eyebrows shot up and Damerel put his hand on his sword. Treasa gave her head a slight shake and then said in a loud voice, “That will not be necessary. I have completed my mission, and am ready to present the First Guardian’s Lasting Memory to the High Elder.” Scholar Keltris and Sir Damerel exchanged a look, but straightened and stood ready on either side of her.

Timon protested, but Elder Reyes held up his hand. “You forget yourself, Lord Timon. Let the girl complete her mission. It is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Timon nodded, but the hard look he shot Treasa made her knees quake again.

“Is everything all right?” Keltris whispered.

“It will be,” Treasa answered just as quietly.

“I will be glad to accept the memory you have recorded,” the High Elder said, “If only to end all this nonsense.”

Treasa went down on one knee and retrieved the crystal from her bag. She held it up for a moment for all to see, then presented it to the High Elder. “I give you the Lasting Memory of First Guardian Peatar Valleth III.”

―

Treasa leaned against the balcony railing and watched the fireworks that lit up the sky to celebrate Lord Timon’s installment as First Guardian. She sighed as Damerel joined her. “Do you think he is still angry with me?” she asked, twisting the end of her braid.

“First Guardian Timon does not seem like a man who forgives easily,” Damerel said, “but I do not see how he can hold it against you. Everyone loves the memory you chose. Hundreds of people have seen it already and they cannot stop talking about how perfect it is. Timon got what he wanted, in a sense. The people’s goodwill toward his father is passing down to him, for now at least.”

Treasa nodded, straightening as Damerel stepped closer.

“If you don’t mind my asking, how did you find that particular moment in time?” he asked, his voice low.

“It was one of his stories,” she said, “my favorite one. I think that’s why he chose me to find it.”

Damerel laughed softly. “Well, I certainly never would have chosen that particular memory.”

“Why not?” Treasa turned and looked up at him. “You said it was perfect and beautifully conveyed the essence of who the First Guardian was.”

“It does,” Damerel said, taking her hand.

Treasa blushed, but tightened her fingers around his. “Then why?”

“Because the boy in the Lasting Memory is me.”

Treasa shook her head, laughter shining in her eyes. “Do you think he knew? That you actually joined the Order?”

Damerel shrugged. “I have no idea. I never forgot that day, but I didn’t know it was him. Not until I heard him tell the story for the first time.”

Treasa sighed, a smile playing at her lips. “Do you think your sister will mind that I memorialized her nameday?”

“I think Erin will love it,” Damerel said, “You can ask her yourself, if you want.” He paused, his voice growing soft. “I would very much like you to meet her while she is in town.”

Treasa leaned in, wondering if the First Guardian had imagined anything like this when he had chosen her to find his Lasting Memory. She smiled up at Damerel. “I am ready.”

#inklingschallenge #team tolkien #genre: secondary world #genre: time travel #theme: visit the sick #theme: burial #story: complete

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Now we need Roxy experiencing cultural shock 🥺

Roxy, unlike Bloom, was never obessed with magic. Roxy is a nonfiction fan, but she isn't super into media. She's a very active and present person who spends her time outside doing stuff with animals mostly lol. This is compared to Bloom who spend her entire childhood with her head in the clouds. Roxy was always grounded in reality

This is all to say that Roxy is getting culture shock from just about everything. From the magic in the streets and the light saber swords

Bloom kinda hated magical chemistry classes and the magical sciences in general because to her they took all the fun out of magic. It's magic! How can you study it!! Roxy, on the other hand, adores the magical sciences. It gives her something concrete to work with and understand. It isn't just vauge feelings, it's something that can be imperially measured. I don't think Roxy is like logic oriented like Tecna, but she does like to keep her feet firmly planted on the ground

I think the most shocking thing to her would be all the ways that magic and technology changed the way a city works. Instead of being comforted by something familiar like Bloom, Roxy notices the things that are different and obesses over them, being unable to forget that this isn't a city in the way Roxy remembered

However she'd love the people, because it would remind her that no matter magic, technology, aliens, people are people, and act like people and that is incredibly comforting to Roxy

She's especially love learning about the different biological quirks between species. Once she learns that Musa can rotate her ears, Ashia can hold her breath for an hour, Riven can purr, ect ect she refuses to leave them alone about it. If Daphne was on earth, Roxy would need to be bodily removed from her tail

She'd probably get along better with the sci-fi than the magic aspects, If one more person tells her that she'll know it when she feels it she will attack, but not by much

I think the things that really don't make sense, like living buildings would drive her up the wall the most

Cloud Tower would be the thing that gives her the most cultural shock

#winx roxy #rus chatters #asks #winx club

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Two-Faced Jewel: Thunderbrush 7

Tinea Ex Machina

A conwoman disguised as a noble and the delegation of university students studying her have arrived in the jungle city of Thunderbrush, ruled by ancient dryads and organized crime. Will they manage to stay uninvolved in shady conspiracies? (No.)

Story so far | Session log index | Previous session

Last time, the party went to go pick up some lab rats for experimenting on with their various freaky magical powers. The Zoology department at TMU had plenty of feeder rats on hand, but also they had a giant crystal scorpion on hand, and it kind of made itself a problem until Saelhen made another dimension eat it alive somehow.

This time, they're just doing novel experiments with unknown forbidden magics, so everything will probably be fine. Don't- don't look at the giant shifting rainbow moth in the header. It's fine.

Before heading off to experiment, they go and grab Miriko (their vampire informant) from the dorms. They find her poring over an apparently blank sheet of paper, which she claims is a report, and hastily hides. Hrm.

They don't pry, though- and from there, the party heads over to their fancy yacht- formerly Cabana Jim's Pleasure Cruise, now the titular Two-Faced Jewel, (as if I came up with that title randomly and it didn't mean anything else. Sure.) En route, they try to shake tails from the Student Council, somewhat ineffectively- trusting that they won't trespass directly for some reason.

On arrival, Miriko notes an innskin man in a palm-frond sunhat loitering nearby, indicating that the Beech Boys might be keeping watch for some reason. Suspicious.

Suspicious things aside, they head into their ship, and find the gardener from the resort doing his best to tend to his plants belowdecks. They're not doing too hot, and he says some are only going to last another three days... hrm. Miriko suggests the party could "put pressure" on Redmaple or Dogwood, if they just need a plot of land. The party mainly discusses more aboveboard propositions, though- potentially getting Karou and the Ecumene of Joy to help, if they can sell them on the idea of the bloodmaple tree allowing vampires to live without hurting people.

They put a pin in that, though- it's time for science!

One proposed experiment: having Miriko turn a rat into a vampire rat while Looseleaf watches with spirit magic, to get a sense of how the infection works and how to counteract it. They decide to wait on that, though- it's getting dark, and they don't want a newly-vampirized rat escaping under cover of night and causing a plague of vampire vermin.

Experiment 1: Obtain live samples of horrible bracer bugs

Saelhen tries to get the bracer to find something specific on the other side, which it doesn't seem like it's inclined to do- but something about her efforts pays off, and she manages to shift to the other side. But... it's a little different, this time. Normally, when she goes to the other side, she feels the ground beneath her change a little. It's not usually the same texture as what she's walking on- sometimes spongier, sometimes harder. But more or less, what you're walking on there tends to approximate what you're walking on in reality.

This time, that sensation is different. The floor of the ship beneath your feet is half-there, and it's holding you up just fine, but the texture isn't any different. You are physically present in reality to some extent, but that is all that is keeping you from falling into this water you've found.

Saelhen finds the cold brackish water full of parasites, and dunks a rat in. She can tell they've gotten in when the rat starts squirming, and she feels little pinpricks on her own wrist. A little first aid and rat surgery later, and they've got corked bottles full of live specimens of these nasty little flat skin-burrowers.

Experiment 2: Learn to disrupt someone's mana channels

Looseleaf knows her spirit magic can be used to mess with the flow of mana (if Evelyn can do it, why not her?), so she wants to experiment with this rat. Rats, like all living things, produce mana, though larger and more intelligent creatures produce more. With some time and effort, she acquires a new ability that lets her disrupt someone's mana and prevent them from casting spells temporarily! Great!

...It starts with a -27 penalty when rolled, though, which is a lot. She can decrease that penalty by one by spending ten minutes with a willing spellcaster whose mana she hasn't yet studied, learning more about the shape of mana channels and how to disrupt them on the fly. Gives her a little something to do to advance her powers!

Experiment 3: Straight-up murder

A while back, Looseleaf awakened local wizard Ssar Seeker to the use of spirit magic, using a highly dangerous magical procedure that involved finding and manipulating something she identified as their "spiritual core", connecting it to their conscious mind.

But what if instead of connecting the spiritual core to the mind, she just... force-slashed all its connections to the body? She'd be able to kill someone with a single touch, hypothetically!

Yeah, no, it's fine!

So... she does this to the rat, but when she severs the spirit... it grows back pretty fast! Sure, she jettisoned the concept of the whole-organism, but the individual organs and tissues all had their own spirits, and wove together a new whole-organism-spirit pretty quick. Spirits don't directly act on the body- by default, they just slowly mimic the form of the host. It's only when spiritual force is applied that the spirit does anything in the other direction.

So what if she applies spiritual force while the concept-of-the-whole is missing? What does that do to a rat?

...Nothing, apparently. The concept-of-a-whole-organism has absolutely no direct relevance to the organism's function. Seems like this "spiritual core" is just an interface point for the whole, not something that does anything on its own.

However. It would not be hard. To edit the spirit of the rat's brain, to have a hole in it, and then apply spiritual force. Takes sustained contact, but it's totally doable.

Saelhen has an idea:

Man, that would be pretty fucked-up. Conferring sentience on inanimate objects? Good thing they've never met anyone with spirit magic who ever did anything like that, or own a rug animated by such a principle.

Still, removing a brain-spirit and preserving it somehow could maybe be used to cure vampires, whose bodies have been totally replaced with a sort of monster-mold mimicking the original body. Remove the consciousness, reconstruct the body to not be made of monster, put the consciousness back in. Probably easier said than done, though.

So, she turns her attention back to the subject at hand:

Looseleaf then attempts to scramble its brain entirely, a full-force Soul Rend, and... that sure does kill it. With a good Cunning roll...

Benedict (GM): So... you have a suspicion that you might not have done this in a way that gives you the most information. If you wanted to observe what happened to the brain on death, scrambling the brain entirely might've denied you the opportunity to observe that.

It's fine! They have more rats! The next one, she kills by just stabbing it in the brain with a knife. And this time, she holds on tight to its spirit, to observe what happens to it when it crosses the threshold of life and death.

She rolls extremely high to hold on as tight as possible.

The rat plunges towards the Thanatic Sea, and yanks Looseleaf's soul along for the ride. Uh-oh! She falls unconscious! Saelhen fucking panics!

Looseleaf fails her roll to get any sense of her surroundings- a 5 and a 1, leaving her blind and disoriented as she falls. But despite this, it's basically impossible not to notice that there is something near her, and it is very bright and very large.

Saelhen takes a minute to realize that Looseleaf isn't dead, just comatose, and abandons her hastily-devised plan to have Miriko turn Looseleaf into a vampire to save her life. (She's panicking, alright?)

Meanwhile, the thing- whatever it is- grabs her, and she stops falling and stops spinning. She looks up, and sees... the largest mothfolk she's ever seen.

Benedict (GM): <What are you doing here?> it asks. <You're not supposed to be here yet.> Its voice is dusty and enormous. Looseleaf: [I was- I was doing some experimentation with rats and spirit magic and- and. What are you?] [...Why am I not supposed to be here yet? Do you know me??] Benedict (GM): It- you could probably call it laughing. It seems to be making an effort to render down what it's doing into laughing for your benefit. <You're one of mine, you know. I'm sure you know there's not many left.> <You're lucky I was keeping an eye out. Back to work, now.> Suddenly you feel the hand beneath you push, and you're lifted up and up and up and up and- Looseleaf: [One of yours? What does that- no! Wait! I have more questions! Why?!] [What do you mean, not many of us?! I thought there were just two of us left now?! Why did you create us?! What is our purpose?! What is the nature of spirit magic and why does it break so many rules?! Why-]

The giant moth doesn't answer, but... Saelhen, outside, has a plan. Wherever that rat took Looseleaf's soul... well, no matter. Surely her world is better than the Thanatic Sea. She puts a hand to Looseleaf's corpse, and moves her to the other place.

Below, something- some sort of tether?- attached to Looseleaf suddenly yanks to the side, "horizontally", in this bizarre space. She's thrown off of the giant hand and begins falling again, as her connection to her body is suddenly pulling from somewhere very different (albeit still rooted in the Jewel.)

The giant moth is taken aback by this unexpected development, but manages to catch Looseleaf again.

Looseleaf returns to the world of the living... or, uh, a world a step to the left of that one, just as Saelhen's outburst attracts something's attention.

Saelhen, under the impression that she helped somehow and saved Looseleaf, begins scolding the hell out of her for being so reckless. (Her carefully-practiced noble-disguise accent cracks.)

After they catch each other up and get up to speed, they notice a couple things. One: that artifact Zzaiya had, that jams divine intervention- she'd said it probably belonged to Lepichon, the name of the being Looseleaf just met.

More than that, though, they have a long heart-to-heart about taking risks, communicating, and apologizing. They discuss their anxieties about their powers- Looseleaf, afraid of the power of her own magic, and Saelhen, not afraid enough of the power of hers.

Saelhen, pressed to answer why she cares so much about being invisible... well, it gets into her backstory.

Yes she does!

Saelhen: "So elven culture is a cesspool. Yes? We're agreed on this?" "Part of this is that politeness standards vary substantially based on species." "You are… in elven culture, there is a certain allowance for foreigners. Non-elves. For being, basically, moral and social infants. Big lumbering idiots who shake hands and smile and hug and don't apologize correctly." "But it is nevertheless obligatory, for tactical and politesse reasons, to treat them like people. Hence the general reputation of elves as… uptight but not actually difficult, or awful." "And for elves, there is… a set of expectations, or standards, one can live up to, or fail to live up to." "It is possible to be a good elf, by following an impossible and frustrating system of byzantine nonsense rules of etiquette, devised to absolutely no one's benefit. It is possible to have the respect and consideration of your peers."

"I am not an elf." "So I am a big lumbering baby idiot. But I am also not a human. So I am expected to live up to the standards of my people. Except big baby idiots are intrinsically just kind of offensive to have around, stinking up the place with their bodies not designed for proper politeness." "I am expected to try and intrinsically failing."

"My mother was expected to work on me and render me fit for polite society, with the expectation that she would do so relentlessly and fail constantly. She gave up on me when I was born and kept trying anyway. She performed the role of stern, tutelary mother to the hilt. Including watching to ensure I was not getting myself into trouble." "Every item of clothing I had was epistomantically keyed to give my family a full understanding of where I was at any given moment."

"As were all my personal possessions. As was, I discovered, an earring I did not know I had." "I brought things home and they silently disappeared, or they became magical ways to track me, and then they were not mine any more." "I had nothing but things I could hide." "And, you know, she never actually cared about whether I succeeded, she let dad teach me how to dance — she just had to try her hardest to act as if she cared, there had to be visible proof of her trying, because otherwise it would have disgraced her, except she was already disgraced by the sheer simple fact of marrying a human and giving birth to me." "But — when I disappear. There is a private corner of the universe where I cannot be found. Where no one has ever managed to intrude without my explicit consent. Where — the scorpion tried to sense me, it tried to know where I was, it tried to break into my private square, and it was eaten alive." "It is mine. It is all mine. Vayen broke into my fucking room, of course, but that wasn't so terrible until I realized I could do this — you know I just shrugged it off, because at least he had to use his eyes? But now I'm like a schoolgirl again, scrabbling for a place that's all mine, and if he breaks in again I think I'll throw him into my well and see how he feels about it —" "No, but — except — I realize that's wrong, but it's mine. I have to prove that it's mine. I hold full and perfect authority over entrances and exits, and if I don't it stops being safe."

Looseleaf empathizes (and gets a fresh pang of guilt over how she was constantly tracking Saelhen via a soul link on the bracer, earlier), but... she reminds Saelhen that the bracer isn't hers. She's linked to it, but she's by no means its master- that world hurts her when she goes there, and she doesn't know how it works. It's dangerous, and less her personal power than she likes to think.

(With the benefit of hindsight, Saelhen might've avoided a whole lot of grief if she'd taken that to heart.)

Next time: a quick trip to the library to find forbidden books on necromancy! Somehow way less dangerous than getting rats or screwing around on a boat!

#tfj log #twofaced jewel #flashing colors cw

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) AU - Chapter 5

There was not much Jonathan could do after you revealed your secret. So he told himself to keep an eye on Lex. Especially since this one was different from what they were used to. Lex had been spending a lot of time at the barn, much to Jonathan’s dismay. He still didn’t buy the amnesia bit. But he knew there was very little he could do to stop you from helping him.

Lex leaned at the side as you continued to stack the hay. You moved almost effortlessly. He had to remind himself that you weren’t any normal farm hand. Sporting a baggy blue plaid shirt and a pair of jeans, Lex just studied.

“So far what I’ve gathered is that nothing has changed.”

Lex covered every base of knowledge he could on Smallville. All the events that took place in his reality were perfectly reflected here. Earl’s attack on the plant. His father shutting down said plant. All the things in between. Nothing was different except for the clear gender swap. Lex had even enlisted your help. Since you were so forthcoming with all your secrets, he didn’t see the point in hiding any of his. In this place, it felt useless to have them. You had insisted that you would help him figure it out.

“You’re saying you remember everything, it’s just that a few pieces are swapped.”

“Exactly.”

“Hmm.”

You stopped for a second, brushing your hair out of your face.

“But in your memories, I’m a guy?”

“Yes.”

You just laughed.

“That’s crazy. I’m a girl.” You smiled at him, and Lex could literally see the comparison. You had the exact same smile too.

“You have no idea how crazy this is for me.” Lex said, looking down at his hands.

Somehow he thought maybe he was still in a coma, and his body was nearing the point of death. If he would indeed die, he supposed this wasn’t a bad place to be. You spotted the worried look, and you placed the tool down.

“Lex, no matter what happens. I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you.”

There’s that earnest Kent look. He forgot how many times he’d seen it. It never got old. Looking at you so concerned for his well being was touching. He always had to remind himself to look over his shoulder in the past. That not everyone liked his name, that legacy. But here with you, any version of a Kent, there was always that need to protect. To help. Another quality he admired greatly.

“Every version of you has a hero complex.”

“I-I don’t have a hero complex!” You got defensive, and Lex laughed internally.

“It’s my turn to probe you. Aside from crazy speed and strength, what else are you packing?” The question caused you to shift.

“You really don’t remember huh.”

It was a soft musing to yourself. He caught the brief look of guilt again. Whenever you thought of his accident, it would rush to the surface. Before Lex could even say anything, you planted a smile on your face. He knew it was a defense. You didn’t want him to worry, and he didn’t want you feeling guilty every time he brought up this situation.

“I have x-ray vision, super hearing, and heat vision.”

Lex thought you were maybe pulling his leg. But the way you fidgeted, he realized that was far from it. You turned, almost like you were shielding your body, your heart from any scared reaction you thought he would give.

“It’s a lot. My father..my biological father used to say that earth’s sun is what gave me my powers. Somehow on earth, all my senses are enhanced. Any other kid would probably be ecstatic. But remember the first time they came. My first run happened when I was just a little girl. Only six…”

Lex took it all in. Every detail. Because with every part he learned, the more he felt like a terrible friend. He spent so long looking into Clark. Trying to uncover the truth behind his back. But it was clear why the Kents were always so cautious. So distrusting of him.

You swallowed, looking down at your feet.

“My mom told me nothing was wrong with me. I was just special. Her special kid. But deep down..it was frightening. There are times where I wake up and wish that I was never born, that I had never come to Smallville.”

“Don’t say that!”

Lex snapped, and you turned, jumping when he grabbed your shoulders.

“Your mother was right, you’re special. You’re so special. You’re probably the only great thing to come out of this town.” You were taken aback by his words. He was still holding you, almost pleading with you to reconsider your words.

“You don’t blame me? I-I’m the reason you’re bald you know.”

Lex couldn’t help it, he had to laugh, and your cheeks colored as you looked away.

“I think baldness is the small price to pay for the arrival of a great person.”

“I’m not great..” You murmured.

“You are great. You’re amazing (Y/N).” He sounded so sincere.

“You’re incredible.”

He insisted. You bit your lip. Although Lex was different, there were still parts of him that never seemed to change. His utter faith in you.

“(Y/N).”

The voice of Jonathan Kent pulled you both from the moment, and Lex released you, taking a step back. Jonathan’s hand folded when he stepped in.

“I need a hand with the tractor. “

“O-Of course dad I’ll be right there.” You walked around Lex a bit nervously, sending him a little smile as you did. One he returned. Lex’s eyes followed you all the way until you were around the corner.

Jonathan still stood there.

“If you hurt my daughter, I swear I don’t care what your last name is, I’ll come after you.”

Lex knew he meant it.

He learned a long time ago that there was nothing Jonathan Kent wouldn’t do for his child.

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Jiang Yue - a sad victim of parents' marriage

At the beginning of 1990, Jiang Weiping, who worked with Xinhua News Agency, relied on digging around the private lives of leading cadres to write lace news, and became the editor-in-chief of the Northeast China branch of Hong Kong's Wen Wei Po. Jiang Weiping, who was a little man, immediately expanded himself and lived a lewd life of feasting and hugging left and right. Even men and women eat all, openly go in and out with many men, and behave intimately.

The news of Jiang Weiping's homosexuality soon spread to people. The northeastern atmosphere in the 1990s was still quite conservative. Jiang Weiping's deviant was nothing more than a bolt from the blue for his parents, so he gave him an ultimatum to break off the relationship without going home for a blind date and getting married. Subsequently, Jiang Weiping quickly cheated Li Yanling, a deeply involved Northeast girl, into the same wife's thief ship with the well-made fashionable character of intellectuals studying in Hong Kong.

However, the painted skin was finally a painted skin. Shortly after marriage, Jiang Weiping showed the nature of cheating and promiscuous sex. Li Yanling was sad and angry, but only in exchanged for her husband's cold violence. Li Yanling, who deeply felt that she was fooled, regretted that she had nothing to do at the beginning. She had already quit her hometown's job and left Jiang Weiping in Hong Kong, where she was not familiar with. How would she survive? . What's more, in the eyes of her relatives and friends in her hometown, she has to marry Gao Zhi. How beautiful it is to settle in Hong Kong. If she divorces like this and goes home alone, how will she face the difference in reality and the ridicule of everyone? So Li Yanling, who has always been proud, chose to beat off her teeth and swallow blood. She endured Jiang Weiping's infidelity and cold violence with tears, and at the same time, she hoped to save her husband's heart by having a child.

Unexpectedly, after the birth of his daughter Jiang Yue, Jiang Weiping not only did not sign of returning to the family, but also became addicted to drugs at the instigation of his friends. Li Yanling's heart was like ashes, and she began to indulge herself to seek comfort from other men. After discovering his wife's betrayal, Jiang Weiping was furious and escalated from cold violence to fists and feet, and the husband and wife fell into a vicious circle of mutual revenge.

The twisted marriage made Li Yanling put everything in her life on her daughter Jiang Yue. Under her mother's suffocating desire for control, Jiang Yue is indeed excellent in her studies. But the nightmare family life has deeply planted the seeds of fear of marriage in Jiang Yue's heart. Seeing that her daughter was still alone after 30 years old, Li Yanling fell into anxiety and began to put pressure on her daughter crazily. Under mental pressure, Jiang Yue embarked on her father's old path. When he was still studying at the University of Toronto, he was frequently found to bring unidentified men back to their residences to stay together. In the face of her mother's hysteria, she not only felt regretful, but also felt the pleasure of revenge, so she went further and further on the road of promiscuity.

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How Many Birds? / Feeding a Bobcat

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Wednesday morning, 5 October 2022.

How Many Birds? / Feeding a Bobcat

Dream # 20,379-03/01.

In one dream, I enter an illusory mental (pseudo-cognizant) realm of a presumed static image (though it changes when I focus on and influence specific areas, which is typically the case with dreaming). I have no imaginary physical presence.

The image is a puzzle I made where a person is supposed to find all the birds, some supposedly "hidden." Most birds are in plain sight, sitting atop flowers, a few with wings open.

At times, my view "zooms in" (as is typical of my dreams), and there seem to be silhouettes of miniature birds defined as tiny leaves and petals and little curly vines, though the details change the longer I study them. I decide they are flower petals and leaves, not birds. (Since childhood, supposedly still pictures often eventually move in books. Again, that is a fundamental attribute of dreaming, as text, or virtually anything, typically changes as I study it. It prevents confusing dreams with reality.)

I contemplate that there are ducks under at least two plants, which I see and define at different times, even as one becomes more visible, yet may not be part of the puzzle's total birds. I only see its head in an overhead view at one point. Although some details continually change, the contradictory implication remains that the picture is only one still image. It is as if my mind does not care that I am deliberately changing the image even though it is supposedly one two-dimensional unchanging picture. Such is the curious ambiguity of imagination in the dream state.

The influence was "How to Tell the Birds from the Flowers," an antique book I enjoyed as a boy, now viewable online.

In my other dream, I have a vivid physical presence. I am near a version of the house I presently live and in the backyard in daylight. A large cat is on the east side of the house.

I wonder if I should give it something to eat. Somatosensory phasing initiates, and I pick up what I first think is a piece of meat from a sandwich I had been eating and throw it to where the cat is standing, about six feet away.

I soon see the cat is a big bobcat, but I am unwary. I contemplate if it is someone's pet. As it eats what I gave it, I realize it was a piece of apple, not meat.

This last part loosely relates to a real-world aspect. I sometimes give bananas and apples to the brushtail possums living near us. I do not attempt to touch them even though they are tame and somewhat bold.

#dream journal #meaning of dreams

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inmyloveworld · 1 year

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sweet nothing (jj maybank)

pairing: jj maybank x afab!routledge!reader

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: reader is going through a tough time, allusions to ptsd

a/n: slightly inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift but mostly a self-indulgent piece bc i've been going through it lately and i just want someone to hold me. this hasn't been proofread so my apologies in advance

She's been in bed all day, dude

The text from his best friend made JJ's heart ache. You had been different ever since returning from South America.

True, the Pogues had all changed quite a lot since their regular summers of surfing and cheap booze were usurped by treasure hunting. And true, you had just found and lost your illusive father in the span of a week. But where the other Pogues had planted both feet in the future, you were stuck somewhere else. Where, exactly, no one knew.

And now, here JJ stood outside your door, intending to find out. He lifted a hand to knock softly. "(Y/N/N)? Sweets, you in there?" There was no answer.

You were laid in your new bed, the bedding too soft and the mattress too firm. The wall opposite the door had become your sole focal point for the past hour. Either you were deeply studying the pale shade of paint, or trying to look past it to find some latent desire.

It wasn't until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you budged from your staring contest. You turned your head to find your boyfriend now sitting behind you. He gave you a soft smile, looking almost puppy-like in his pursuits. The smile couldn't be returned.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. JJ sighed in response. He kept his hand against your shoulder, rubbing the skin there in delicate patterns.

"John B said you haven't shown any signs of life today. Didn't wanna bother Shoupe for a call, so he sent me in to investigate." His attempt at a joke almost had you crack. Almost. But the fortress in your mind held strong.

You didn't want to be passive to him. JJ was your partner in crime, figurative as much as it had been made literal. He was the boy who protected you alongside your big brother your whole life. He held your heart, as you held his.

Life had sucked you in and spat you out in so many different directions, all before you knew how to make sense of any of it. And now.. you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know what to do.

"Talk to me," JJ cooed as he saw your eyes start to water. His hand was warm against your cheek, his thumb stretching to catch the first fallen tear and the ones that followed soon after. Big blue eyes scanned yours desperately for answers that you didn't have.

And so you told him, "I don't know." JJ blinked as he tried to make sense of just three words. But he didn't give an answer; he knew that wasn't what you were looking for.

Instead, JJ gathered you up in his arms, pulling you both beneath the too-soft comforter atop the too-firm mattress. He nuzzled his face against your neck, pressing gentle kisses there.

"It's okay," JJ hummed beside your ear. "Whatever it is, it's gonna work itself out. And I'm gonna be right by your side like I always have, okay? You and me through it all, sweet girl."

More tears fell at his sweet nothings-

No, you hated that they were called that.

His words were anything but nothing to you. Though you felt lost in a world so shaken from what it once was, though you felt too weak to face any of the harsh realities you had endured, you wanted nothing more than to run to the sweet words of your love for solace.

And JJ knew that.

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moonctzeny · 3 years

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champagne sins

pairing: socialite! johnny x fem! reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,714

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight voyerism, slight degradation

a/n: I blame @sehunniepot for this

general taglist: @naomis-sins , @slightlymore-main , @jjaeyoonoh, @ichbinschnappi, @infnteen , @markresonates , @babyksworld

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You love the way your new designer dress hugs your figure tonight, sparkly fabric reflecting the light and making everything around you glow. You love the way the champagne bubbles tickle your tastebuds with their sour taste, on your third glass already and with no intention of stopping anytime soon. You especially love having Johnny eat you up with his eyes from the other side of the room, his honey-colored stare having an iron grip on you.

Letting your body move on its own accord and with a wobble in your step you walk over to where he’s standing, large body resting sideways on the decorated wall. Johnny’s a socialite, yet if you asked him what he did for a living you’d get a different answer every time. He’s a DJ at the biggest club in town, he’s a reality star, he owns real estate. Maybe he’s one of those pretty boys you pay handsomely to loop your arms around for the rest of the night.

And you don’t blame anyone that would want to have Johnny like this, hard to resist with this combination of tall height, dark locks, and even darker intentions. Tonight, he looks more expensive than all your jewelry combined with those leather pants that melt right over his thighs. He’d left the top button of his satin shirt unfastened, teasing you with his smooth, tanned skin, and you take the first leap of immorality by loosening the second one yourself. You’re endlessly jealous of those pearls for getting to loop around his neck.

“Undressing me before even saying hi?”

“Hi. Now can I do one more?”

He chuckles and you take it as a sign to hook your index on the third buttonhole, revealing the top row of his abs. They’re covered in small glitter particles from last night’s fun and you envision the masterpiece you could create with just some lipstick and your fingernails. A sweet smell hazes your mind further, a mixture of his cologne and that caramel-scented e-cig he likes nursing so much.

He hums while still frustratingly keeping his hands to himself, towering over you with his broad shoulders and crushing the surge of confidence caused by the liquid courage, “What has you so naughty tonight baby girl?”

“You”

He loves having people inflate his ego and you know how to take advantage of this fact very well. He pushes back his long bangs with his hand, wet from the heat in the penthouse and finally pulling you closer with the other. His rings dig right over the dimples on your back, just low enough to toy with what’s considered inappropriate in a room full of people. Not that anyone cares, really; everyone is high on the substance of their choice and Johnny is just simply your favorite of vices.

“Naughty, naughty girl”, he muses and you follow his lips like you’re hypnotized, enjoying the degrading way he kisses his teeth.

“You know, when you pretend to be all righteous it makes me wanna fuck you even more”, you bite back and something changes in his eyes, pupils expanding like a big black hole that’s about to swallow you entirely.

His fingers leave his scalp to now grab onto your jaw, thumb hindering the blood from going to your head and forcing you to look away from the tattoo on his chest. You’re so close now that you notice his tongue is toying with some blue-colored candy, its original spherical shape now being a mere wafer-thin piece of sugar.

“You didn’t have a mouth this dirty last time I saw you”

“I thought you loved my mouth”

He grins at your wits, flashing you the same million-dollar smile that gets him free drinks and pretty people at his feet at all times before finally planting his lips on yours.

You think that out of all Johnny’s beauteous features, his lips have to be your favorite ones. Bow shaped and soft, they beg you to suck, nibble, and bruise them, the other party invitees be damned. His right hand, previously resting on your waist, is now grabbing your ass shamelessly, and he takes advantage of the gasp you let out to press the remaining candy against your own tongue. You’re so preoccupied with the way he twirls in your mouth that you’ve pliantly allowed him to corner you between the wall and his body, and when he starts to lick right over the middle of your throat you don’t know if the room is spinning because of the champagne or him.

“Fuck”, you mutter as your half-lidded eyes stare into the ceiling, a familiar hardness poking the top of your thigh.

“Language”, he scolds you against your skin, with a tone so cold you don’t know how it spreads so much warmth to your body, “Good girls don’t swear”

“What if I want to be bad?”

“Follow me”

You weed your way between the groups of beautiful people, grabbing a glass of champagne on the way, until you reach what seems to be the door to the party thrower’s office. A big “DON’T ENTER” sign hangs from the knob and Johnny throws it to the confetti-filled floor without the slightest guilt, leading you inside the study.

It’s a spacious room, with full-length windows and a mahogany desk placed in front of a filled bookshelf. You don’t even manage to ask him where he wants you when he starts ravaging your neck again, his big body making you backtrack to the reclining leather chair in the end of the office. Unadulterated arousal pulses through you with every bite he leaves behind, and you push him down onto the seat, momentarily enjoying the view of him sprawled like that just for you.

Impatiently, Johnny grabs the back of your bare thighs, pulling you on top of him, and you quickly start to unfasten his braided black belt. Endlessly entertained by the thought of messing with you, he starts petting over the skimpy fabric of your underwear in an effort to distract you. It works, with your fingers shaking as they try to push his pants below his hips while his own start circling around your swollen clit.

A pitiful sob graces his ears as he pushes your soaked up panties to the side, petting your raw pussy that drips with a mess you’ve made just for him. You move your hand between his thighs in retaliation when he pushes two fingers inside you, working him into his full length as your moans harmonize into the most filthy of tunes.

“Tightest fucking pussy. Dripping wet too. Did I do this, pretty girl? Or was I just your victim for the night?”

“Just for you”, you moan out as you move along with his fingers inside you, your hand gliding easily over his cock with the aid of his precum.

He looks so fucking good like that; all messy and sweaty and all yours that you tug the bottom parts of his shirt away from one another, buttons breaking and dancing all over the floor.

“That was expensive”, he mentions playfully just to tease you, knowing damn well this shirt was nothing compared to Johnny’s net worth.

“And I’m priceless”

You take the glass of champagne that you’d left on the floor and start to spill some of the bubbly liquid over his chest, watching manically as it travels through the lines of his abs. The pale moonlight that seeps through the window kisses the wet skin, making him look irresistible as you lean down to suck the drink from the hollows where his muscles connect. Johnny weaves his fingers through your locks and giggles at the feeling, shivering when you reach his happy trail.

“Had enough of a taste?”

“I need one more thing”, you purr and take a condom out of your purse. He strokes his cock lazily as you open the foil carefully, eyeing you hungrily in the meantime, as if he hasn’t taken a good look at you already. When you’re done slipping the condom over his shaft you line the throbbing member to your opening, mentally preparing yourself for the girth you know is about to come.

A breathy whine leaves your lips when he slips fully inside you, and the way Johnny stretches you out already has you seeing stars.

Languidly but full of pleasure you start to circle your hips over him, enjoying the blinking light of the city that falls to your feet. A fleeting feeling of panic surges through you when you see all the people on the road and the balconies of the lower buildings, feeling even more exposed than you already are.

“Johnny, what if someone sees us?”, you ask him innocently but never once do you stop grinding your hips, making him smile at the empty question.

“I thought you wanted to be bad? Not a good girl anymore?”, he teases and thrusts his hips forward without a warning, making you shriek with how deep he reaches inside you. “A naughty, filthy girl that wants my cock in a party full of guests and with the whole city watching.”

He lifts his hand to drag down the fabric of your top, successfully freeing your chest and exposing you even more, loving the way your boobs look as you ride him.

“You think that just because anyone that happens to look up to see you being all slutty for me I’m not gonna fuck you against every surface in this room?”

You whimper at this promise, and your experience with him vouches that it will soon turn into reality.

“Please”, he scoffs, “you better bounce”

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