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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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okay so hear me out. fem!reader tied and gagged to an office chair, knees to her shoulders, spread wide. kai has been edging her for at least an hour for a webcam show (fingers, mouth, toys). she is creaming, crying, whimpering. kai won’t let her cum unless the guys watching the webcam show pay up. and when they do, he finally fucks her brains out and lets her cum.

Cam Girl - Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

cw: sex toys, edging, overstimulation, sex, webcam stuff

this request has been driving me crazy n I finally wrote it <3

You sat, front and centre, in the perfect view of your webcam. With heavy-lidded eyes, you could barely find the energy to watch what was happening on the screen in front of you. Your knees pressed hard against your shoulders, applying pressure just short of pain. Thick, heavy rope bound your legs open, exposing your dripping core to anyone who wanted to see it. Tape secured your tired body to the office chair that was already sticky and soaking from the hours you’d been sat on it.

Kai had disappeared for only a moment. A moment that was long enough to get your breath back. When he returned by your side, he let out a low whistle in disappointment. You knew that reaction. You knew that meant that you’d be stuck there for longer. Kai had spent the evening stimulating you to the edge. You didn’t know who was watching, or how much money you’d racked up. You were only a prop in Kai’s cam show; the cam show that funded his great cause.

“Steve! You sick fuck,” Kai laughed as he took off a black, latex glove to scroll through the pinging comments, “you know an extra grand will get you want you want.”

You just wanted to spit out the ball gag that was strapped to your mouth and scream. Your desperate gaze searched for Kai’s, and when it found his, Kai only shot you a small smirk.

“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you baby?” All you could do was nod your head in response. Kai exhales a berated sigh, and reaches for the paddle on his desk. Oh god, please no - your insistent nodding quickly turned to a vigorous head shake. You were on the brink of passing out and more torture only meant you’d be further from reaching your climax.

“I can’t let you cum until Steve or, Alan Blayne, pays up,” Kai hunches over the desktop, continuing to read their comments, “oh? You do want me to spank her little, raw cunt?”

You cry from behind the gag, shaking your head harder to protest. The computer continues to ping as tips and messages come through, similar to a round of applause.

“It’s what they want baby,” Kai says to you cooly, positioning the paddle over your swollen clit, “are you gonna be a good girl for me and sit still?”

Regardless of how you were feeling, you knew that you’d have to obey. Nodding your head sullenly, you brace yourself for the first hit from the paddle.

“Good girl,” Kai growls, before he strikes your sore cunt with the head of the sex toy. Your eyes squeeze closed as you try to overcome the sting. Your cunt oozes arousal, making a greater mess of the office chair. Kai sinks a single digit into your weeping cunt, and your eyes shoot open in surprise.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Kai chuckles, reaching out and caressing your tear soaked cheek with the back of his hand.

Boisterous ringing, a like to dropping a stack of coins sound from the speakers. You exhale a breath of relief through your nose.

“Fuck yeah,” Kai bites his lip as his reaches for the hitachi on the desk, “looks like my our little bunny gets to cum tonight.”

Your core aches with anticipation as Kai clicks on the vibrator. The only thought you could muster was that you were finally going to be able to cum. Bracing yourself with excitement, you plead with Kai with your eyes.

“Not long now baby, you must be so desperate,” Kai drinks in your appearance. He wasn’t going to be letting you off after this, he needed to sink his cock into your begging cunt just to see how it felt. An easy extra grand for him.

Kai positions the head of the vibrator over your clit, hard. The vibrations surge through your core, tipping you closer to the edge faster than you thought.

“That’s it. Right there, isn’t it? You’re gonna cum so soon aren’t you?” Kai’s gloved fingers dip back into your cunt, digging into your swollen sweet spot with an expert curl of his long fingers.

Your head tilts back as the remainder of energy drains from you, stopping you from keeping it up right. His fingers work inside you fast, and complimented by the fast vibrations, the coil in your belly snaps.

“Let go bunny, cum,” Kai finger-fucks you until you’re screaming, muffled to Kai’s and the viewers’ advantage by the gag. Waves of ecstasy billow through your exhausted body, as it convulses in time with the intense vibrations.

Kai chucks the vibrator to the side and slips off his pants and boxers. Hovering above you, he spits on his rock-hard cock and drives it towards your oversensitive cunt. His palms rest on the insides of your thighs as he bottoms out seamlessly inside you, filling you to the brink with his entire length.

“Ohh fuck,” Kai seethes between grit teeth, as he ruts his hips into yours. The tears continue to stream down your face as you toss fiercely within your tight constraints.

“Gonna fill that pretty, sensitive pussy up with my cum okay? Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking my cock right now.” Kai spreads your legs impossibly wider with his force, stuffing his cock deeper inside you with every unforgiving thrust.

You continue to sob as the fire in your belly overwhelms you, letting you know you’re going to cum again. The ringing from the desktop and the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy fill your ears as your body gives in to another orgasm.

“Good fucking girl, that’s another orgasm for me,” Kai bites at your exposed shoulder. His balls slap against your skin from how hard he’s driving into your cunt.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” Kai groans as he empties his load inside you, filling you to the brink with the cum he’d been saving for you for hours.

He pulls out of your cunt with a wet pop, turning to the desktop and leaving you moving in and out of consciousness.

“That’s almost four grand tonight. See you next week, suckers!”

Kai turns off his computer. He turns to you and works fast to untie the rope and rip off the tape. It felt so good when you finally got to sit up and close your shaking legs. The ball gag was last to go, but not without dripping spit down your chest.

“My bunny, my little sex toy,” Kai cups your face and litters it with kisses. You wearily smile at him, ready to shower and go to bed. You both got what you wanted.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he coos, scooping you up in his arms, “time to hit the shower.”

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the-hotel-cortez · 2 years

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Camping with Kai Anderson

Headcanons + Short Oneshot

⚠️ Warnings: Manipulation, uncomfortable scenarios, fluffy Kai at the end. Nothing too bad.

• Manipulation, that was the whole point. It’s Kai Anderson, what did you expect?

• You originally thought this would be a fun trip, focused on just you and Kai away from the rest of the chaos. However, you were very wrong.

• He had brought you out into the middle of the woods, picking the most treacherous spot. Even going to the effort to choose a campsite where a group of unsuspecting campers had previously died of unknown causes.

• This was a test of your strength. A training exercise to keep you loyal to him.

• Most importantly, he wanted to see you melt into his arms as you grow uneasy, completely submitting and relying on him to keep you safe.

• After you set up camp, he would point out the shadows cast on your tent and any mysterious noises that echoed through the night air. His pleasure would grow as he saw you fidgeting with the hem of your blanket for comfort.

• He would grab your hand, pulling you onto his chest as he laid down. The warmth of his skin radiating through the fabric of his thin cotton shirt and onto your cheek.

“Regardless of what is out there, we are one hundred times stronger. Don’t let fear dictate your life.” He whispered, almost as if to himself. Looking up towards the clear window at the top of the tent, Kai pet your hair gently. The moon was out, full and glowing with great intensity.

“I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but I do everything for a reason. I’m harsh with you because I know once it’s over you’ll be stronger for it. I’m doing you a favor.” He stopped petting your hair and slowly moved his hand down to your shoulder instead, firmly holding you against him.

“I can’t play favorites, but I see potential in you. I’m especially hard on you because I want you to be strong. I want you to survive.” Kai’s voice was calm, and you could hear his soft heartbeat as you laid still on his chest. Your body rose and fell with the movement of his shallow breathing.

Your eyes grew heavy, slowly drifting to sleep propped up against Kai’s warm body. Holding membership in the cult wasn’t always easy, but it was the times like these that made you stay. He was just as human as the rest of you.

#kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #american horror story #ahs fan fiction #ahs fanfiction #ahs #ahs fandom #ahs cult #cult horror #evan peters #evan peters x reader

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mechanicalemotions · 1 year

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The funny irony of being judged for liking a fictional character, Oliver Thredson, by the same people who like Tate Langdon, Dandy Mott, James Patrick March, Michael Langdon, Kai Anderson, The Countess, et cetera, et cetera...

I'm so very sick and tired of people playing morality police when it comes to fictional characters. He's arguably the most interesting and well played antagonist of AHS. Me liking the character is not me saying he was a good person or anything of that nature. Tate has a horde of fans who will absolutely baby him, as if he isn't a school shooter and a rapist, but then come for my neck because I like Thredson?

At this point, you're deciding whether it's acceptable for someone to like a character based on whether /you/ find them attractive enough. Which is not only dumb, but entirely hypocritical.

This doesn't just go for Thredson. This goes for any fictional character people are attacked over for liking.

At the end of the day. If you're attacking REAL people for liking a FICTIONAL character, the only problematic person is you. For the love of God, go outside, touch grass.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs asylum #oliver thredson #tate langdon #james patrick march #kai anderson #dandy mott #the countess

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dirtyahs · 5 years

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A Day Spent with Councilman Kai Anderson. (Kai Anderson x female reader)

hi friends :-) this was inspired by @evanfuckingpeters and i thirsting over Kai lmao

Warnings: humiliation, degradation, dubcon - consent is implied but not stated outright, choking, hitting, hate sex, etc.

Requests are open :)

You couldn't help but roll your eyes when you saw him walk on stage. He was wearing a navy blue suit and a red tie, his hair tied back in a tight bun. You had an extra credit opportunity for your political science class and it was to somehow get yourself involved in something political, so you decided to go to a Kai Anderson rally. He was running for congress in your little town, but his ideas were so far right that you couldn't help but hate him. It seemed like he hated anybody that wasn't a straight white man. So you decided to show up to listen to him speak. At least if you got angry you'd be able to write a good essay for class. You were on the outskirts of the crowd, arms crossed. Anderson wasn't the greatest speaker, but one thing you couldn't deny was his charm. He just radiated confidence and it's like he could make eye contact with every person in the crowd and you couldn't look away. You were one of those people. He looked down the microphone at you, his eyes meeting yours. It's like he could tell you disagreed with every word he was saying - his voice got louder, he pushed his shoulders back a bit more, and flashed you a conceited smirk each time the crowd cheered for him. The rally lasted about an hour and a half, ending with everyone chanting his name and throwing around mini American flags. His eyes kept returning to you though. While everyone else was getting so energized, you made sure to turn on your heels and get out of there quickly. Someone was sure to notice your lack of enthusiasm for Anderson and with how polar the parties were at this time, you didn't want to be in that position. You began your walk home, already planning out the topics you wanted to cover in your essay. You were quickly jolted from your thoughts when you felt someone's hand on your arm. "Excuse me, miss. I wanted to ask you something." You turned around, eyes widening to see it was none other than Kai Anderson himself, that charming smile stuck to his face.

"Um...okay. What can I help you with?" You couldn't help but be shocked. You were the only one in the crowd who wasn't excited for him and he chooses to stop you? Your fingers played aimlessly with the hem of your denim shorts. "You didn't seem like you wanted to be there- at my rally? Do you have a problem with something I said?" He asked boldly, his hands crossing in front of him. He seemed so composed for asking you such a heated question. "Honestly, Mr. Anderson," You started, watching his face light up as you addressed him. "I really do. I think that a lot of what you stand for is a symbol of hatred and would be moving our country back in time to when women weren't allowed to vote and public places were still segregated. I personally don't like what you stand for." A bold answer in return to his bold question. His polite smile faded to a clenched jaw and dead eyed stare. "You some kind of feminist or something?" He sneered, arms crossing over his chest. You couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, you could call me that." You smiled sweetly. "If you thought you were going to be talking to a submissive, quiet woman then you pulled the wrong person." "Did I? Women are submissive just by nature. It's just how it is." He said matter-of-factly, making you chuckle and roll your eyes. "Oh? Something must have went wrong with me then." Your voice was dripping with sarcasm and although Anderson's face looked angry, his voice remained composed and calm. "Come to my place." Another bold statement making you raise an eyebrow, "I'd love to have a cup of coffee with you and hear what else you think about my campaign." Something about him was drawing you in, you weren't sure if it was his confidence, the way he was so composed? "I-I don't know, Mr. Anderson..." Your cheeks felt a little warmer than usual - he could tell. "Come on, I'm interested to know your opinions on me, maybe I could start gearing my campaign more towards the leftists." He stepped closer to you, eyes piercing into your own. "My place is walking distance away." With a deep breath you agreed. He did seem trustworthy and this would be incredible for your essay. He was right, you reached his house in about ten minutes, the walk was quiet. He lead you inside, your eyes watching him intently as he slid his suit jacket down his arms, tossing it on the couch. He remained silent as he made each of you coffee, keeping your stare locked on him. "Cream and sugar?" He asked warmly, looking over at you at your spot in the kitchen. "Yes, but I can put it in myself." Couldn't be too careful right? He snickered, setting a mug down in front of you. "You seem apprehensive. For a feminist you're awfully nervous around an innocent man." He sounded condescending. "A complete stranger who obviously has a thing for feeling dominant invited me to his home." You shot back, sipping your coffee, "You can't blame me for being a bit nervous." He chuckled. "A thing for feeling dominant, huh?" "Yeah, it's pretty clear you have some kind of insecurity with your masculinity. I mean come on, look at every single thing you stand for. You wanna be the big, strong man to save this country when in all actuality, your ideals are part of the problem." His clenched jaw returned, his hand coming up to rub his chin. You could see you were making him frustrated and couldn't help but push his buttons even more. "Mommy issues?" You looked away and took another sip of the hot drink in your hands. He didn't directly say anything to you but you heard him mumble something under his breath. You raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he stood up, arms crossing. "You are why I feel the way I do. You are the classic example of a woman that needs to be put back in her place." He hissed, eyes burning holes into your skin. He made you feel small, the way he was standing over you, shoulders squared off. You stood up to meet his glare. He stepped towards you, chests touching, forcing you to step back. "It's so unattractive when women try and stand up for themselves. You desperately need a man to put you back in your place." He forced you against the wall, his body pressed firmly against yours. You opened your mouth to respond but his hand came up, covering your mouth to force you into silence. "You need a man to reduce you to the submissive little bitch you are. You being a 'feminist,' thinking you're a strong woman - you're not." His words cut into you, eyes locked on his as he kept his hand over your mouth, the free one making its way between your thighs. His lips parted and he smirked, "Look at this independent feminist, with a wet pussy after being degraded." His voice was condescending, but you couldn't hide how much it excited you. Your eyes narrowed and you bit the palm of his hand. "You sick fuck, getting hard from degrading a woman." You hissed, realizing the pressure pressing against his slacks. He mocked you, returning the insult as his fingers slipped into your shorts, sliding between the absolutely soaked folds between your legs. He brought his fingers up to your mouth, forcing one in, pushing down on your tongue, forcing you to gag. "You like this just as much as I do." He whispered, his free hand unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them down your thighs. In one quick movement he grabbed a fistful of your hair at the base of your neck, smirking devilishly. "I'm going to teach you how to behave in front of a man." With your hair in his hand, he lead you downstairs to his basement, slamming the door behind him. "Get on your knees." He growled, unbuttoning his slacks, kicking them aside. You ignored him, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything to him. He had the upper hand right now. Something about him controlling you was so fucking hot though. "I said get on your knees, bitch!" He raised his voice at you, forcing you to your knees. You looked up at him, watching as he took no time to toss his boxers aside, revealing his impressive length. He bent down so his face was close to yours, "You're going to open your mouth and keep it open." He let out a devious laugh before bringing a rough smack down to your cheek. He leaned back up, and you opened your mouth as instructed. He forced himself in, not stopping until your nose grazed his lower stomach. He let out a relaxed moan, head thrown back in satisfaction. Your eyes squeezed shut as he began thrusting in and out of your mouth, his hands holding you in place. He picked up his pace, and you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you now, lips parted letting out a few deeply satisfied moans. "Good girl..." He hissed, giving you another, but more gentle, smack to your cheek. "Your mouth makes such a nice toy for my cock." His words only aided in the wet desperation forming between your thighs. You felt your eyes watering, tears forming at your lash line, blinking them away. Kai smiled as he watched the black smears roll down your cheeks.

In one sudden movement he pulled himself from your throat, unable to hide his smirk as he watched you gasp for air. He didn't give you much time to catch your breath though; he quickly grabbed your hair once more and pulled you up to your feet, his lips almost touching yours. "What a beautiful, strong, independent woman with her makeup running down her face from taking cock down her throat." His voice was sharp and it felt like he was drawing out every word just to degrade you more. He was thoroughly enjoying embarrassing you for everything you said earlier. With those words he grabbed your loose cropped tank top at the neck and ripped it down the center, revealing a black lacy bralette. You felt breathless. You couldn't manage to worry about your shirt right now. He'd probably make you walk home without a shirt just to devalue you even more, but it didn't matter right now. He smirked and forced you up against the wall again, the remains of your shirt on the ground by your feet. You looked up at him, the entertained glint in his eyes never faltering, even for a moment. Your chin tilted upwards as he brought his hand to your throat, holding you firmly. His free hand moved to your chest, groping at your breasts, his breath loud and heavy. "These are what you're good for." He hissed, leaning down and sucking a deep hickey into your breast. "Hear me? These tits are all you are worth." His hand released your throat and you were able to breathe freely again. He quickly turned you around, your face pressed firmly against the wall. He grabbed your wrists and held them against your lower back. He moved one hand and grabbed your hips to force an arch into your back. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, his hands still holding your wrists behind your back. "I can't believe how wet this pussy is for me." His breath was hot on your back, making you shiver. You couldn't bring yourself to speak. You needed him so badly, as disgusting as it made you feel. In one sharp move, you felt him force his cock all the way inside of you, both of you letting out relieved groans. "How's it feel?" He hissed, nipping at the soft skin at your shoulder. "It feels so good..." Your voice was quiet and shy. It almost hurt to give him verbal approval of what he was doing. "Say it louder." You felt him smirk against your skin as he pulled himself almost all the way back out before slamming back in. You were silent. "I said say it louder." He raised his voice, bring a harsh smack down onto your ass, making you whimper at the sharp contact. "It feels so good!" You damn near yelled at him. In response, he picked his pace up quite a bit, your wrists still pinned behind your back. Along with how good he felt, there was something so sexy about the way he was moaning for you. He didn't sound real, he sounded staged like some kind of pornstar being told what to do. But this was real and this was raw. You were getting fucked by a possible government official in his home. You did the best you could to crane your neck to look at him. His face was twisted with pure satisfaction, jaw relaxed, aggressive moans falling from his lips. His eyes met yours and his free hand came up to your throat, wrapping around it firmly.

"I can feel your legs shaking. Are you going to cum for me?" He hissed, voice dripping with sarcasm. He was right though. You nodded your head, your knees shaking and ready to give out at any moment. "Cum for me, all over my cock. Dirty fucking slut." He grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open and spitting in it with his last words. You couldn't help it anymore, you came harder than you had in months. You were screaming his name, your spine arching as the heat between your thighs was finally released, soaking his cock and your inner thighs. He fucked you through your high, you were unable to form words at this point, he truly had fucked you stupid. As soon as you finally regained your balance and had come down, he tugged on your hair, forcing you to hold the arch in your back, listening to him moan loudly as he came. Once he was finished, he pulled out, releasing your wrists, allowing you to turn around and face him. Your eyes were almost glazed over, making him chuckle. "Find a shirt somewhere and get your feminist ass out of my house. I'll see you at my next rally."

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doormouseetcappendix · 4 years

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Afro-Futurist Reading List Vol 2.

Afro Futurism Reading List Vol 1:

Afro Futurism Reading List Vol 2:

Black Speculative Fiction Breakdown by Genre

African Fantasy (early myths and fables from the continent): Forest Of A Thousand Deamons: A Hunter's Saga by Daniel O. Fagunwa The Palm Wine Drinkard by Amos Tutuola My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts by Amos Tutuola Simbi and the Satyr of the Dark Jungle by Amos Tutuola The Brave African Huntress by Amos Tutuola Feather Woman of the Jungle by Amos Tutuola Ajaiyi and his Inherited Poverty by Amos Tutuola The Witch-Herbalist of the Remote Town by Amos Tutuola

Utopia (alternate histories written during the jim crow & antebellum eras): Blake Or The Huts Of Africa by Martin Delany Imperium In Imperio by Sutton E Griggs Light Ahead For The Negro Edward A Johnson One One Blood by Pauline Hopkins Black No More by George Shuyler Lord Of The Sea by MP Sheil

Space Opera (far future sci fi worlds of interplanetary travel): Nova by Samuel R Delany Stars In My Pocket Like Grains Of Sand by Samuel R. Delany Binti Trilogy by Nnedi Okorafor An Unkindness Of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson Rayla 2122 Series by Ytasha Womack Trouble On Triton by Samuel R. Delany Babel 17 by Samuel R Delany Empire Star by Samuel R Delany The Galaxy Game by Karen Lord The Best Of All Possible Worlds by Karen Lord Ancient Ancient by Klini Iburu Salaam Escaping Exodus by Nicky Drayden Ascension: Tangled Axon by Jacqueline Koyanagi Teleportality by T Cisco Nadine's Bible Seris by T Lindsey-Billingsley Nigerians In Space Series by Deji Bryce Olukotun

Aliens (alien encounters): Lilith's Brood Trilogy by Octavia Butler Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor Rosewater Trilogy by Tade Thompson The Lesson by Cadwell Turnbell The Wave by Walter Mosley

Dystopia (oppressive futures and realities): Friday Black by Nana Kwame Adjie Brenyah Riot Baby by Tochi Onyebuchi War Girls Series by Tochi Onyebuchi Sunshine Patriots by Bill Campbell Gunmen's Peace by Milton J Davis Dragon Variation by T Cisco

Experimental (literary tricksters): The Ravicka Series by Renee Gladman The Freedom Artist by Ben Okri The Structure Of Dante's Hells by LeRoi Jones The House Of Hunger by Dumbudzo Marachera Black Sunlight By Dumbudzo Marachera Yellow Back Radio Broke Down by Ishmaeel Reed The Last Days Of Louisiana Red by Ishmaeel Reed The Sellout by Paul Beatty Koontown Killing Kaper by Bill Campbell The African Origin Of UFOs by Anthony Joseph Quantum Black Futurism(Theory & Practice Volume 1) by Rasheeda Philips by Rasheeda Philips Spacetime Collapse: From The Congo to Carolinas Spacetime Collapse II: Community Futurisms by Rasheeda Philips consent not to be a single being trilogy by Fred Mot

Post-Apocalyptic (worlds falling apart): The Purple Cloud by MP Shiel Dhalgren by Samuel R Delany The Parable Series by Octavia Butler Brown Girl In The Ring by Nalo Hopkinson

Dying Earth (far future post-apocalyptic worlds + magic):

The Broken Earth Trilogy by NK Jemisin The Einstien Intersection by Samuel R. Delany The Jewels Of Aptor by Samuel R. Delany The Fall Of The Towers Trilogy by Samuel R. Delany Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorofor The Book Of Phoenix by Nnededi Okorofor The Prey Of Gods by Nicky Drayden

Alternate History (alternate timelines and what-ifs): Mumbo Jumbo by Ishmael Reed Everfair by Nisi Shawl The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates The Insh'Allah Series by Steven Barnes Ring Shout by P Djelia Clark A Dead Djinn In Cairo by P Djelia Clark The Black God's Drum by P Djelia Clark Washington Black by Esi Edugyan Pimp My Airship: A Naptown By Airship Story by Maurice Beaudice The Dream Of Perpetual Motion by Dexter Palmer Pym by Matt Johnson, Dread Nation Series by Justina Ireland From Here to Timbuktu by Milton J Davis

High Fantasy (magical kindoms and high adventures): The Neveryorn Series by Samuel R. Delany Black Leapard Red Wolf by Marlon James The Deep by Rivers Solomon & Clipping Imaro Series by Charles R. Saunders The Children Of Blood & Bone by Tomi Adeyemi The Children Of Virtue & Vengeance by Tomi Adeyemi The Sorcerer Of The Wildeeps by Kai Ashai Washington A Taste Of Honey by Kai Ashai Washington Beasts Made Of Night Series by Tochi Onyebuchi A Place Of Nights: War & Ressurection by Oloye Karade, Woman Of The Woods: A Sword & Soul Epic by Milton J Davis Temper by Nicky Drayden They Fly At Ciron by Samuel R. Delany Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman The House Of Discarded Dreams by Etakterina Sedia

Magic Realism (literary naturalism with surreal, dreamlike, and mythic imagery): The Echo Tree & Other Stories by Henry Dumas The Kingdom Of This World by Alejo Carpentier General Sun My Brother by Jacques Stephen Alexis The Famished Road Series by Ben Okri The New Moon's Arms by Nalo Hopkinson The Salt Roads by Nalo Hopkinson Montaro Caine by Sydney Portier Mama Day by Gloria Naylor Redemption In Indigo by Karen Lord Mem by Bethany C Morrow

Urban Fantasy (modern citybound fantasy): The City We Became by NK Jemisin Sister Mine by Nalo Hopkinson The Chaos by Nalo Hopkinson The Intuitionist by Colson Whitehead Blue Light By Walter Mosley Fire Baptized by Kenya Wright

Time Travel (stories unstuck in time): Kindred by Octavia Butler Version Control by Dexter Palmer Recurrence Plot by Rasheedah Phillips

Horror (nightmare, terrors, and hauntings): Beloved by Toni Morisson African Immortals by Tananarivue Due Fledgling by Octavia Butler The Gilda Stories by Jewelle Gomez Lakewood by Meggan Giddings The Ballad Of Black Tom by Victor Lavalle Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff The Changeling by Victor Lavealle Zone One by Colson Whitehead The Between by Tananarive Due The Good House by Tananarive Due Ghost Summers: Stories by Tananarive Due Unhollowed Graves by Nunzo Onho Catfish Lullaby by AC Wise

Young Adult (books for young adults): Akata Witch Series by Nnedi Okorofor Zarah The Windseeker & The Shadow Speaker by Nnedi Okorofor Long Juju Man by Nnedi Okorofor Ikenga by Nnedi Okorofor Tristan Strong Series by Kwame Mbalia A Song Below Water by Bethany C Morrow Daughters Of Nri by Reni K. Amayo A River Of Royal Blood by Amanda Joy 47 by Walter Mosley

Comics (graphic storytelling) George Herriman Library: Krazy & Ignatz (1919-1921) by George Herriman The Boondocks Complete Collection by Aaron Mcgruder Birth Of A Nation by Aaron Mcgrudger, Reginald Hudlin, & Kyle Baker Prince Of Cats by Ronald Wimberly Concrete Park by Erika Alexander & Tony Puryear Incognegro Series by Matt Johnson Your Black Friend & Other Stories by Ben Passmore Bttm Fdrs Ezra Clayton Daniels & Ben Passmore Sports Is Hell is Ben Passmore LaGuardia by Nnedi Okorofor & Tana Ford Bread & Wine: An Erotic Tale Of New York by Samuel R Delany & Mia Wolff Empire by Samuel R Delany & Howard Chaykin Excellence by Brandon Thomas Bitteroot by David F Walker, Chuck Brown & Sanford Greene Black by Kwanza Osajyefo Niobe: She Is Life by Amandla Stenberg & Sebastian A Jones Black Panther by Christopher Priest Black Panther by Reginald Hudlin Black Panther by Ta-Nehisi Coates Shuri by Nnedi Okorofor World Of Wakanda by Roxane Gay Truth: Red, White, & Black by Kyle Baker House Of Whispers by Nalo Hopkinson & Neil Gaiman Naomi by David F Walker, Brian Micheal Bendis, & Jamal Campbell Far Sector by NK Jemison & Jamal Campbell

Short Stories (collections by single authors): Driftglass by Samuel R Delany, Distant Stars by Samuel R Delany Bloodchild & Other Stories by Octavia Butler Unexpected Stories by Octavia Butler Falling In Love With Hominids by Nalo Hopkinson Skin Folk by Nalo Hopkinson, Kabu Kabu by Nnedi Okorofor, How Long Til Black Future Month? by NK Jemisin Nine Bar Blues by Sheree Reneee Thomas

Anthologies (collections from multiple authors) Dark Matter edited by Sheree Renee Thomas So Long Been Dreaming edited by Nalo Hopkinson Conjure Stories edited by Nalo Hopkinso Whispers From The Cotton Tree Root: Caribbean Fabulist Fiction edited by Nalo Hopkinson Afro SF: Science Fiction by African Writers edited by Wor. W. Hartmaan Stories For Chip: A Tribute To Samuel R Delany edited by Nisi Shawl Octavia's Brood: Science Fiction Stories From Social Justice Movement edited by Adrienne Marie Brown & Walidah Imarisha Mothership: Tales of Afrofuturism and Beyond edited by Bill Campbell The City: Cyberfunk Antholoy edited by Milton J Davis Steamfunk edited by Milton J Davis Dieselfunk edited by Milton J Davis Griots: A Sword & Soul Anthology by Milton J Davis & Charles R Saunders Griots: Sisters Of The Spear by Milton J Davis & Charles R Saunders

Non-Fiction (histories, essays, and arguments) Afrofuturism And The World Of Black Sci-Fi & Fantasy Culture by Ytasha Womack Afrofuturism 2.0: The Rise Of Astral Blackness edited by Reynaldo Anderson & Charles E Jones The Black Imagination: Science Fiction, The Future, and The Speculative by Sandra Jackson & Julie E Woody-Freeman Afro-Futures & Astral Black Travel by Juice Aleem The Sound Of Culture: Diaspora & Black Technopoetics by Louis Cude Soke Black Utopia: The History Of An Idea From Black Nationalism To Afrofuturism by Alex Zamalin Afrouturism Rising: The Literary Pre-History Of A Movement by Isiah Lavendar III A Pure Solar World: Sun Ra & The Birth Of Afrofuturism by Paul Youngquist Where No Black Woman Has Gone Before: Subversive Poryrals In Speculative Film & TV by Diana Adesola Mafe Black Kirby: In Search Of The Motherbox Connection by John Jennings & Stacey Robinson Super Black: American Pop Culture & Black Super-Heroes by Adilifu Nama Black Space: Imagining Race In Science Fiction Film by Adilifu Nama Black Super-Heroes, Milestone Comics, And Their Fans by Jeffery A Brown Emergent Strategy: Shaping Change, Changin Worlds by Adrienne Marie Brown

*cover image from Ytasha Womack’s “Afrofuturism: The World Of Black Sci-Fi & Fantasy Culture”

(please post anything I might have left out in the comments)

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ahsxual · 4 years

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4, 7, 18 🌺

Thank you for the asks @jokerownsmysoul 🤍

4. What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most? - I read a lot of both Jokers (L!Joker and P!Joker, including Arthur) and Patrick Verona's fanfics. Sometimes I read Supernatural and Kai Anderson ones, they are really good as well!

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry? - I hope I don't sound egocentric, but I think it was one of my Arthur's fanfics (I know she is real) because I felt his pain while rereading it and maybe I was sensitive at the moment, idk haha

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?- YES!! Ultimately I've been going out a lot and having driving lessons, so I don't have much time like I used to have. But in school time, I always skipped the studies to read fanfics. It was concerning, really... but I couldn't help it, I just love my fandom’s work too much <3

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soccer-kate-22 · 4 years

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rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @sloppy-bitch-richie thanks ! It’s been a hot second.

name: Kaitlin

nickname: Kate, Katie, Katie bug, Kay Tay, habibati

zodiac:Capricorn sun, Leo rising, Sagittarius moon

height: 5′8″

languages: English, basic Spanish, basic Arabic

nationality: American, for better or for worse

favorite season: Summer (spring is 2nd; I just love warm weather)

favorite flower: Carnations

favorite scent: Marshmallow-scented candles

favorite color: blue, specifically cobalt

favorite animal: zebras :)

favorite fictional character: uh, my heart is saying Todd Anderson

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate (esp. with marshmallows); coffee is in last though, sorry :(

average sleep: I have two sleep schedules. One is sleeping from 11:30pm to 8am-ish and then the other is 2am-8am. I really hate going to bed before midnight.

dog or cat: Both, but I think I’d prefer to own a cat

blankets: yes. I’m a person who will turn on a fan just so I can wear a blanket and not get overheated.

dream trip: ooh. I would really like to go to Spain and then do a mini tour of Europe. Or I’d go back to Morocco and spend about a month there. My boyfriend and I really want to travel abroad together soon.

blog established: According to my archive, I established this blog in June 2012 before my junior year of high school. I’ve had a couple other side blogs since, but I don’t really keep up with them enough

followers: 497, but I’m sure a good chunk are inactive or followed from my DPS days.

random fact about me: I played the tuba for six years and was in the marching band when our school made it to State for the first time. So, that was cool.

tagging the last 20 blogs in my activity: @diprima @defiant-tilltheend @sorrybaby--x @ameliafromafairytale @i-think-dogs-should-v0te @fleurmage @doctor-k-weasley @b-tamin @youmaycallmekingalexander @tangerine-menagerie @pandabrry @poetichibiscus @tedcruzisthezodiackiller @ijustwantyourjeans @mothersdrapes @caduhenning @emmaechristley @anchors-arrows @spacecowboyantics @terriblycharmingangel

#tag game #about me #personal #sorry for those who don't want to be bothered #clearly my activity is pretty spread out

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goodeday-to-write-hcs · 5 years

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If AHS Characters Were On Big Brother

• Elsa Mars would host. Sydney Aaron James would be in charge of production.

• The sixteen houseguests would be Michael Langdon, Misty Day, Kai Anderson, Madison Montgomery, Behold Chablis, Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt, John Henry Moore, Queenie, James Patrick March, Shelby Miller, Ben Harmon, Audrey Tindall, Rory Monohan, Lana Winters, Kit Walker, and Cordelia Goode.

• Michael would be the one guy that all of the girls think is super hot at first. Madison would be the female equivalent. Madison would definitely be looking for a showmance.

• Behold would be the one (known) gay that they always have.

• Coco would definitely be a floater.

• James would not know too much about the show and be super confused the whole time.

• Shelby would be the one weird, zen white girl that always talks about her intuition and freaks out when it warms her of something that was never going to happen. Think Christie from BB21. Misty would also be like this but without the overly emotional part.

• Ben would be the older guy/father figure that usually gets voted out early.

• Audrey would be the drama queen (so would Madison tbh).

• Rory would be the classic dudebro white boy millenial that thinks he’s going to win every comp.

• Shelby would win the first Head of Household competition, which would be an endurance competition.

• Audrey would be upset because she already doesn’t like her. But she’d hide it to avoid being put on the block.

• Shelby would want to try to get the least amount of blood on her hands (like every first HOH) and would nominate Queenie and James, who she wouldn’t see as threats.

• Kai would win the Veto competition and decide not to use it.

• James would be evicted.

• Madison, Michael, Rory, Kai, Audrey, and Coco would form an alliance.

• Madison and Rory would start a showmance and Audrey would get jealous.

• Madison would definitely have a boyfriend back home that would be pissed.

• Lana and Kit would become friends and make a final 2 deal.

• Lana, Queenie, and John Henry would bond over watching and judging the others. They’d form a loose alliance that isn’t necessarily a formal alliance. Lana would bring in Kit.

• Kai would win the second HOH and want to go on a reign of terror. He’d end up nominating Behold and Ben, which isn’t actually a big, scary game move whatsoever.

• Misty would be the “weird” outsider that befriends the older guy, Ben. She’d be very sad about his nomination.

• Behold would win the Veto and take himself off the block. Kit would be the replacement nominee.

• Even though everyone seems to like both Ben and Kit, Ben would be evicted.

• Cordelia and Misty would form a final 2 deal.

• Queenie would win the third HOH and, wanting to make some waves, nominating Kai and Shelby because they were the first two HOHs.

• Shelby would start out as Queenie’s target, since she put her on the block. But Kai would make some drama and he’d end up as the target.

• Misty would win the Veto and take down Shelby. Coco would go up in her place.

• Kai would be evicted.

• Rory would win the fourth HOH and nominate Behold and John Henry because they’re on the opposite side of the house and Behold has been one of Kai’s targets.

• Michael would win the Veto and not use it.

• Unfortuantely, Behold would go home.

• Madison would win the next Head of Household.

• Audrey would get into some drama with Shelby and almost everyone would want her to be evicted.

• Madison, however, would be personally annoyed by Coco and would nominate her and Cordelia. Cordelia would be a pawn.

• Michael would win the Veto again and not use it.

• Coco would be evicted.

• Kit would win the next HOH and nominate Audrey for causing drama. Misty would go up with her as a pawn.

• Cordelia would win the Veto comp and take down Misty. Kit would replace her with Madison.

• Audrey would be evicted and be the first member of the Jury. She would be absolutely miserable while living alone for a week.

• Misty would win the next HOH and take a shot at Kit after the previous week. Unfortunately, no one in this fictional season of Big Brother seems to understand how to backdoor people. So she would put him up right away next to Michael.

• Lana would win the Veto and unsurprisingly take down Kit. Misty would put up John Henry in his place since he is another member of their alliance.

• Michael would be evicted.

• Michael and Audrey would have some drama in the Jury house.

• Lana would win Head of Household and plan to get back at Misty for trying to get rid of Kit. So she would put up her and Cordelia since she knows how close they are. Rory would win the Veto and not use it. Misty would be sent to the Jury house.

• Cordelia, furious about losing her ally, would win the next HOH and puts Lana and Kit up next to each other. Madison would win the Veto competition and not use it. Shockingly, Lana would be evicted instead of Kit.

• The next week would be the Jury Battle Back, which Misty would win (much to the delight of Cordelia). Rory would win the HOH and nominate John Henry and Shelby. Shelby would win the Veto and take herself off the block to be replaced with Queenie. John Henry would be evicted.

• That week, Zingbot would pay a visit to the houseguests and his zings would be especially brutal.

• Shelby, starting to show herself as a competition beast, would win the next Head of Household. She would nominate Kit and Madison, with the plan to backdoor Rory. Kit would win the Veto and set up the perfect opportunity for Rory to be put up on the block. Rory would be evicted.

• While in the Jury house, Rory would cheat on Madison with Audrey.

• The next HOH would go to Misty who would nominate Queenie and Madison. Misty would win the Veto and keep her nominations the same. Madison would be evicted.

• Twist time! That week would be double eviction week. So there would be another eviction that night.

• Queenie would win the Head of Household and out up Misty and Cordelia. Kit would win the Veto comp and not use it. Cordelia would be voted out.

• In her exit interview with Elsa, Cordelia would reveal that her and Misty are actually in a showmance.

• Madison would get into a fight with Rory at the Jury house over him cheating with Audrey.

• Shelby would win the next HOH, guaranteeing her a spot in the final 3. She would put up Kit and Queenie. Misty would win the Veto and not use it. Surprisingly (and angering and confusing many fans), Misty would keep Kit and evict Queenie.

• Kit, Misty, and Shelby would be the final three. All three have established themselves as comp beasts and would fight like hell on the last competitions.

• Kit would win the first one, meaning only Shelby and Misty could play in the second.

• Misty would win the second and Kit would win the third.

• Out of Misty and Shelby, Kit would shockingly take Misty to final two even though they’ve seemed like enemies.

• In the end, it wouldn’t really matter who Kit took to the end because he’d have the majority of votes and win the season.

(Thank you so much for reading (especially if you actually read it all)! This took a lot of work and I legitimately needed to take notes to keep track of everything. I apologize if there are inconsistencies or spelling errors. It was hard to keep track of all of this. I also apologize for being so repetitive with my word choice. But I didn’t know what else to say.

Anyway, I am back and doing more Headcanons. So, if any of you have any requests, let me hear ‘em! My inbox is open!)

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stunudo · 5 years

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BAU Prep School AU: Class of 18

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Series

Welcome to the Frederick Buchanan Institute located in scenic Quantico, Virginia, a senior high academy that shapes the best and brightest minds. Its motto is “Behavior, Analysis, Unity,” the mascot the Submariners, colloquially “the Unsubs”. The small school supports the most accomplished faculty from across the country.

2016-2017, Class of 18, Previous Chapter: Scavenger Hunt

Warnings: Infidelity, sexuality crisis and character death.

Break It...

Saturday March 24, 2018

10 am Grant Anderson’s Townhouse

Luke had barely slept, the fear and worry cascading into frustration and self-pity. Grant had seen Phil propose, though Luke hadn’t responded to his ex’s messages for months. Luke was desperate; Grant hadn’t answered any of his calls and left his texts on read. He parked in front of Luke’s place and waited, too nervous to be turned away, too devoted to let Grant go without the truth. Without a fight. He took a deep breath and centered himself. He climbed from his truck and hopped up the stairs, knowing he was being watched. Luke cleared his throat and knocked on the heavy oak door. He counted to thirty and peeked into the framing windows, but there was no movement inside. He knocked again and waited fruitlessly.

“You just missed him,” a wizened voice offered from the upstairs balcony.

“That so? Thanks Mrs. Armenson,” Luke waved. “Any idea when he’ll be back?”

“You know I don’t like to pry into you boys’ business,” the old lady whispered, patting at the curls at the nape of her neck. “The way he’d been talking it sounded like you had big plans. Honey, why aren’t you with him? Did you get your signals crossed?”

Luke sighed. “Yeah, something like that.”

They said their goodbyes, but Luke was even more disheartened then when he arrived. Grant had a special weekend planned and he had ruined. Well, Phil had ruined it, but the guilt was still on him. He waved at Grant’s upstairs neighbor and pulled off out of the angled parking spot on the quiet street.

Sunday March 25

The Hotchners’

8:32am

Kate had been dying to get outside, the entire winter felt like she was trapped in one building or another. So, once they had the chance, and the weather allowed, she and Haley met for coffees with their nearly identical strollers. There was a great little bakery just passed the next subdivision that Haley had been meaning to try and Kate didn’t mind some carbs to balance the one-and-a-half-mile round trip. The air was chilly, but Kit and Jack were bundled up. Haley wore a windbreaker in FBI scarlet while Kate wore a Columbia fleece pullover, free hand tucked into the pocket until she built up her body temperature.

Jack was babbling and pointing at the ducks in the pond as they passed, Kit sucked on his fingers and snuggled his plush stegosaurus that Penelope had “left behind” the last time she and Derek babysat.

“Earth to Kate,” Haley giggled. “Where were you lady? You seem distracted.”

Kate gave her best friend a tired smile, shrugging. “I guess I just have a lot going on this semester. I can’t believe it’s Easter next week.”

“Early spring breaks can be a godsend, but something tells me that this stress or whatever isn’t—entirely--- student related,” Haley was an amazing listener and just as good at reading people as her husband. That’s why Kate and she got along so well: empathy.

Kate shrugged and let the flush fill her cheeks before she faced Haley’s concerned eyes. She changed hands pushing the stroller and tucked her hair behind her ear, looking at her wedding band wrapped around her engagement ring as the truth bubbled inside her.

“It’s been really difficult this semester, because of Tara,” Kate started.

Haley’s features furrowed. “I don’t understand, I thought you got a long with her since she took Jason’s spot?”

Kate swallowed back a groan and covered her eyes in embarrassment, she suddenly felt sixteen again. “It’s not that I don’t get a long with her, it’s that I very much get a long with her. Like, like her, like her.”

“Like her, like her? Kate-- are you bi?! How did I not know this?” Haley’s voice went up into almost shrill levels before she got it under control. They were perched at a crosswalk, waiting for the lights to change to enter the parking lot of the bakery.

“I don’t know! I don’t if that’s what this is, Hales, honestly. It’s just. We kissed on New Year’s and—” Kate was cut off.

“Excuse me?! You what on New Year’s?! WHY AM I ONLY HEARING THIS NOW, KATHRYN CALLAHAN?!” Haley barked after her friend, who had started scampering across the street. By the time Haley and Jack caught up with Kate and Kit, they were wedging the door open to check if there was room for both of their strollers.

“I need details, Kate, this is--- just--- Does Chris know?!” Haley was stage whispering as they tugged their sons from their seats. Tossing diaper bags and blankets over their shoulders as they wove around the cramped space.

“It was a mistletoe thing, I froze. But it was—” Kate broke off, considering.

“Magical?” Haley offered almost sadly.

“Yeah.” They found a table, but there was only one highchair, leaving Kate to hold Kit on her lap since he was older, more prone to wander and squirm.

“I just can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Haley looked hurt, which just added more guilt to the confusing chaos inside Kate.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal at the time, just slightly tipsy bad choices. But now—” Kates eyebrows shot up telling Haley more than her words could articulate. They quickly placed their orders, taking turns watching the boys as they settled with their coffees and muffins.

“What are you going to do?” Haley asked, tearing her croissant into Jack-sized pieces.

Kate shrugged and shook her head. “What can I do? I married. We’re happy. This isn’t just something that changes all that. I mean, people have crushes, it doesn’t stop the world.”

“No, but this has been months, Kate. Just, be careful. Okay?” Haley clasped her hand over Kate’s on the table.

“I will, it’s not a bad thing. It’s just, confusing for now.”

Haley gave her a compassionate grimace and the conversation moved on. To teething, spring break plans, Meg, redecorating the nursery into a big boy room, potty training and all manner of things that come up with young mothers whose lives are so intertwined. It was a mystery that Kate had kept the secret as long as she had, but it felt good to have it out there. Even if Haley was certain to tell Aaron later that night, Kate knew she had made the right choice in confidant.

Monday March 26

The Faculty Parking Lot

3:22pm

Dave didn’t need to be at the school as many hours as he usually was, but without something or someone pulling him home it was easy to putz around the expansive kitchen. He strolled out to his two-seater sports car, nothing absurd like the students drove, but still the nicest among the staff. When the car beeped unlocked, he spotted a young woman approach. She looked to be in her late twenties with large brown eyes and a flawless russet complexion.

“David Rossi?” She called to him; some sort of folder clutched to her chest.

“That depends on who’s asking,” the suddenly suspicious chef replied. Life wasn’t always bountiful in his line of work; he’d been served a time or two in his youth from debt collectors mostly.

“Family,” she answered after gauging his expression. That threw the old Italian for a loop.

“Whose family exactly?”

“Yours. I believe—you’re my father, Mr. Rossi.” She paused, but the almost angry expression on the man’s face somehow pushed her onward. “My name is Joy Struthers, my mother is Hayden Montgomery.”

The wind rushed through nooks of the school, spiraling in the parking lot with biting freshness.

“And what makes you think that I’m your father? Hayden and I—that was a long time ago.”

“Thirty-one years ago, in August. Today is my thirtieth birthday. This is kind of a resolution for me.” She smiled brightly, the buzz of finding him and coming forward piggy backing on the adrenaline from her nervousness.

Dave was dumbstruck, the resemblance to her mother was apparent, but he couldn’t see himself in this beautiful stranger.

“I don’t know what to say,” he replied, almost sheepishly.

“I don’t expect anything from you. I just thought we should meet. I have some pictures and a copy of my birth certificate and an open DNA panel—if you want to verify what I’m saying.” Joy handed Dave the manila envelope. “That that and, if you want, maybe we could go to lunch sometime?”

“You live in Virginia?” He took the envelope but didn’t delve into the assorted papers.

“Just moved back, got a new job and luckily my husband can work remotely.”

“Husband?” Dave raised his eyebrows.

“Shawn, yeah, and our son Kai. We just moved from San Francisco.” Joy nodded.

“Are you telling me that I’m a grandpa?” He smirked now, digging in to find a recent family picture, his ex, beaming in the background.

“He’s almost four,” Joy explained proudly.

“How’s Hayden?”

“Good, she’s back in Paris for now. I had a stepdad; he was a really good man. But he died a few years ago.” Joy trailed off. “But that’s not why I’m here, not really.”

“Look, this is all a little much for me to process,” Dave started. “We’ve got spring break coming up next week--- why don’t we do that lunch you offered?”

Thursday March 28

Latin Class

3:08pm

Iggy Cruz was restless, his leg bobbing in place the entire 8th period. It was the last day before vacation and he wanted nothing more than to leave these brick walls and pretentious uniforms behind. Senioritis is real and he had developed a severe case. The clock ticked the seconds away above the door and Luke Alvez knew Iggy wasn’t the only one who was lost it its hypnosis.

Finally, the bell rang out freeing them all, student and faculty alike for ten glorious days. He shoved his Latin book in his locker and impatiently waited for Rita to catch up to him after her math class. The halls were pouring out students into the lawn and parking lots, teasing warmth of the spring sun shining across the grounds. Relieved excitement flooded back on passing faces, countless voices echoing and floating away. Iggy nodded toward his car at Rita, who had started texting Jax the moment they were out of the building.

She followed without looking up, sliding into the passenger seat with practiced ease. Iggy cranked the bass on his stereo, covering all of the commotion around them. He pulled into the line of cars waiting to leave the parking lot and wind off the long drive back to the secluded road that kept F.B.I. hidden in the woods. Rita started squealing at something on her phone and Iggy gave her the older brother stink eye before looking back to the car in front of him. They had progressed three car lengths in the time it took Iggy to regain his focus; he floored the gas to catch up. At the last second, Iggy saw Mrs. Todd as she was thrown against their hood. He screamed, swerving too late and tossing a hand out to hold Rita back. They slammed into a car still parked, airbags deploying, momentum tossing the math teacher back to the ground. Iggy’s face fought the air bag, his leg pinned as the driver’s side door and wheel caved around him.

Time froze as Rita panicked, Iggy was talking, but people were screaming and running all around them. The curtain of white couldn’t hide the horror forever.

Alex Blake’s flat

11:13pm

Matt Simmons hadn’t been home. After the ambulances cleared the parking lot, he stayed with Hotch, Penelope and Kate with the kids making statements to the cops. Their parents were less than agreeable, but a teacher had died, and two students were on their way to the hospital. It was a long day, even for a former warfront journalist. He found himself driving after stopping for coffee and something doughy to chew on. When he realized where his car (and subconscious) had taken him, he parked in a hurry. Long legs pulling him up the stairwell along the back of her building.

He didn’t text her in warning or call ahead, he simply knocked. He knew she wouldn’t be asleep. In fact he wasn’t sure she would ever let herself be that vulnerable.

“Matt? What is it? What’s the matter?!” Alex answered, in a controlled concern, smooth and soothing. Her eyes were wide, but her full lips were in a straight-lined frown.

“Let’s go somewhere,” he offered.

“Now?” She asked, squinting, taking stock of his state.

“Yeah, now, tonight,” his eyes sparkled as lip quirked in a sexy smirk.

Alex’s mouth opened and closed a few times, swallowing the air as she considered it. “I don’t know, we leave Monday for New York—”

“I can call Emily, there aren’t that many kids going. Derek and Penelope can handle it, maybe JJ will go too, now.” He had crossed the threshold, brushing the thick strands of hair from her face. He loved the silver sparkling in the dim light, the deep lines around her lips as she tried to reason out of his request.

“Alex, let’s go, after everything today. I don’t want to keep playing this game. I want you. I want to be with you. Just let me?” His thumb stroked her cheek and she finally remembered to breathe. This wasn’t supposed to happen to women her age, whirlwind romances were for nimbler souls. She thought she was passed this kind of sensationalism. She was wrong and that was never easy for her to admit. She placed her hand on Matt’s broad chest, feeling him real and solid and impossibly able in front of her.

“Alright,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

“Yeah?” Matt pulled her chin up to lock into her fathomless eyes.

“I said alright, Simmons, don’t make me repeat myself,” she huffed, rolling her eyes before reaching up on tip toes to press her lips to his.

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#BAU Prep School AU #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #cm fanfic #cm au #luke alvez #hotch #tara lewis #kate callahan #grant anderson #jordan todd #matt simmons #alex blake #haley hotchner #David Rossi

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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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Kai with cry baby reader, who likes gardening & crotchet <3 HCs

(a little specific, obviously had to add a little smut in here)

You’d met Kai in the strangest way.

You were leaving a parking lot outside your local Family Fare supermarket. You’d forward parked in the bay, in your micro, electric blue hatchback. As you were reversing, you didn’t realise that the car across from your bay was also reversing out. Hopelessly, you ended up hitting the other car, rear bumper to rear bumper. The slight jolt of your car definitely sent you into a panic. With your heart accelerating in your chest, you adjusted your rear view mirror to see that you had, in fact, hit someone, and the person in that car was driving forward into their bay. Opting to do the same, you took a deep breath before readying yourself to apologise to the owner of the other car. Unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, you didn’t have to walk far until you were face to face with a very angry-looking man. He snarled at you, as you cowered backwards, pressing your back against your car in fear.

“What the fuck?! What do you think you’re doing? Do you not have any fucking eyes?” The man continued to scream until he finally calmed down, and saw that tears were cascading down your face.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t- I didn’t see you! I’ll pay for the damage,” you pathetically pleaded with him once you got the chance to get a word in. You weren’t good at confrontation, and you certainly weren’t good with getting on anyone’s bad side. He looked at you with concern, and for some strange reason was tempted to reach out and wipe away your tears.

He was good at sensing when someone was lying, or if they were an overall bad person. But he didn’t see that in you. What he did see was that you didn’t have any bad intentions, and that you were quite vulnerable. It didn’t help that you were wearing a pair of dark wash denim overalls and one strap had slid down your shoulder, revealing the entirety of the tiny striped bandeau you wore underneath.

“Look, don’t cry please,” he found himself reaching out and squeezing your shoulder as some sort of way to comfort you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you stared up at him. He must be short tempered, the same way you were easily upset. He looked sort of alternative, his hair was long, and blue and he wore all black. It was quite different to the guy you’d usually find yourself standing across from. He didn’t seem much older than you, and looking back, it was weird that you’d called him sir.

“Hey listen, how about I get you a coffee, and we forget about all this. I don’t think there’s really much damage to my car anyway.”

For some reason, maybe it was the guilt, you agreed.

The coffee shop date was the first of many. You find yourself really liking Kai, and despite his flaws, you thought he had good intentions. He never made you feel uncomfortable, and often joked about how you both first met.

Kai wasn’t shy to compliment you. You’d awoken a side in Kai no one ever thought he had. He loved calling you baby and sweetheart. His eyes lit up every time they found you, and despite his usually scary demeanour, he’d melt into a soft, sorry-excuse for (what he defined was) a man.

The first time you invited Kai back to your apartment to meet your housemate was definitely memorable. Never in a million years did she think she’d see you with a guy like Kai. Kai tried his hardest to sit through the thorough interrogation he got, even though he wanted to slam his fists down on the table and tell her to shut the fuck up. Maybe you were turning him into a better person?

Seeing your bedroom was definitely a shock for Kai. He learnt so much about you by just seeing where you lived. It was definitely different to what he was used to.

“I want to show you something!” You grab onto his big hand and pull him into the direction of where your bed was. Sprawled across its surface, a pastel blue Afghan blanket.

“I made it! It took me almost three days but.. isn’t it beautiful!”

Kai’s eyes widen as you pull the crocheted blanket off the edge of your bed and hold it to your chest. You really were wholesome. The corner of his lips curled up into a small smile just at the glimmer of pride and joy in your eyes.

“And this! It’s called propagation!” Kai stands back as you hold what looked like a sprout of a plant in a test tube of water.

“Looks great baby,” he’d kiss you on the forehead and spend the next hour listening to you explain why you started to crotchet and keep a garden. It wasn’t anything of interest to him, but because you enjoyed it so much, it made him happy. He did learn, though, that one day you wanted to own a big plot of land, so you could have a huge garden and your own animals. He saw himself there with you.

After a few weeks, you’d decided to make Kai his first blanket. For reasons unknown to you, he seemed to really like a unique type of smiley face. It was even the wallpaper on his phone. When you’d asked about it, he brushed it off, saying that he thought it was “cool” and “just a random smiley face”. You thought that it would make for a good blanket.

When you showed up to your next date with a small gift bag, it certainly spiked Kai’s interests.

“What’s that?” He asked, as he leaned down and planted a firm kiss against your soft lips. “Something I made for you,” you answer shyly, your face hot from anticipation. You really wanted him to like it. “You didn’t have to do that sweetheart,” Kai gushes, like the big, soft teddy bear you’d turned him into. “I wanted to! Have a look!” Kai opens the bag and peers inside, his face lighting up into the biggest smile as he pulls out the cobalt-blue blanket.

“Baby… holy shit, this is incredible!” Kai laughs in disbelief as he runs his fingers over the crocheted threads. When Kai notices that the blanket has some red detailing, he sprawls it out across the table, and then his heart sinks.

“Do you like it? Look, it’s the smiley face you like!” You just giggled proudly to yourself as Kai stood frozen. He knew you had no idea what it meant and it reminded him how guilty he felt for keeping it from you. He shook his head quickly to snap out of it, before leaning over to give you a grateful kiss. You were his escape from reality.

“You’re truly amazing and so talented, I love it! Thank you baby.”

Soon Kai would find himself sitting back in a deck chair and watching you as you fussed over the garden on your balcony. Sometimes, he’d even step in to help when you dragged him into it. Gardening isn’t something he ever thought he’d like, but, somehow it was proving to relax his usually racing mind.

“Kai! Our first strawberry!” You’d tug at the strawberry vine, and hold the fruit up proudly between your fingertips. Kai’s cold heart melted just hearing you call it “ours”. You situate yourself in Kai’s lap, holding onto his shoulder with one hand, and feeding him the fresh strawberry with the other. Kai thought it tasted better than any strawberry he’d ever had, purely because you’d grown it.

You began to wonder why Kai never invited you over to his place. Every time you’d bring it up, just like the smiley face, he’d have some sort of vague excuse.

“My sister is there, she’s always got people over. There just isn’t much privacy.” “Privacy?” You’d ask, staring at him with doe-like eyes, “what do we need that for?”

Kai would distract you from your question for the next 30 minutes by sitting you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. He knew the best way to keep you from worrying was to make you cum. That, or you might cry.

“Kai?” You voice quivered as Kai gently opened your legs and slid a hand into your shorts. Almost immediately your head would fall back to rest against his shoulder, as the pads of his fingertips toy with your clit from over your panties.

“Do you like when I touch you like that, baby?” He’d ask with his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You’d make no attempt at a reply, lost in your own head by his delicate touch. His fingers would eventually pull your panties to the side, and his slick fingers would run from your entrance up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, blissfully back and forth between your folds. Your hips would buckle to chase the pressure building between your legs. Even you had to admit, no one could make you come like Kai could.

You were good at making blankets and clothes and harvesting small gardens, and he was good at pleasuring you. He’d whisper praise in your ear, telling you how proud he was of you, how wet you were for him, and how much of a good girl you were for letting go for him.

Keeping you happy and satisfied was Kai’s way of making up for all the bad things he’d done in the past.

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You’ll Crave The Fear [Pt. 1]

Kai Anderson x Fem Reader

PSA: THIS IS A VERY DARK SERIES, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO INTENSE TOPICS OR SCENARIOS.

Summary: When the FBI agency you work for gives you orders to assassinate radical politician Kai Anderson, little do you know you’re playing right into his hands.

⚠️ Warnings: Blood/murder, some frightening situations, manipulation, language, Kai is a literal psychopath

A sharp kick sent the basement door bursting open with a loud bang, gun held steadily out in front of you in a traditional defensive stance. The interior of the room was pitch black in the dead of night. A rotten smell of death and decay reached your nose and made you gag in disgust. Something had to be dead, or at least close to it.

Your hands gripped onto the Glock 20 like it was a lifeline.

You cautiously began to make your way along the basement wall until you felt the cold plate of a light switch. With a gentle flick of your index finger light engulfed the room. Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the brightness. To your instant relief no one could be seen.

That was until you noticed the wet, glistening trail of crimson painting the carpet leading to the couch.

The TV had been left on, nothing but fuzz and static filling the screen. You took a deep breath, reattaching your other hand to your gun firmly. As you rounded the corner of the couch you bit your tongue as to not let out a shrill cry of terror.

There, on the floral couch, sat your colleague. The only other person your agency had managed to slip past the constant vigilance of Kai Anderson.

He was completely soaked in his own bodily fluids, painted in a sea of red with a kitchen knife stuck directly into the socket of his left eye. Blood from the blade dripped steadily into his lap. He was slumped over slightly, evidence of his muscles failing post-mortem. Pinned to his stained polo shirt was a note written in messy handwriting that could only belong to Kai himself.

Your eyes swept the rest of the room quickly, making sure the area was secure before reaching a hand out and snatching the envelope. The letter had your name scribbled messily across the front in blue ink. You opened it, sliding the thin paper from its blood soaked sleeve.

“[Y/N]”,

I hope you enjoy my little gift. I know how much you like justice served cold. We always knew this little brat was a mole, but finding out YOU were one as well came as quite the surprise to me, I do admit.

What a shame that you waste your talent. Together we could make a better world for everyone, but instead you choose to be a pawn for the same corrupt government that puts innocents to death and ignores the needs of its own people.

The only reason you are not already dead on this couch next to your beloved partner is because I see potential in you. I‘ll give you a choice. Either pledge your allegiance to me and I may forgive your crimes against the cult, or continue on your current path and join your friend rotting in hell.

I‘ll give you 24 hours to make your decision. Don’t disappoint me.

- Kai

A hot tear slid down your cheek, emotions beginning to grab ahold of you suddenly. You were not afraid of many men, but Kai Anderson scared you shitless. You knew him, perhaps a little too well. If your time undercover in his cult taught you anything about him, it was that when he made a promise, he kept it.

A death threat was as good a promise as any.

Your hand slid into your cargo pocket, pulling out your radio pager and clicking the call button. A light static erupted from the other end.

“Code 11-46...” you spoke shakily into the radio, signaling the death report.

Your thoughts were racing, yet you were completely still, stunned by what you had just witnessed.

You knew the proper action would be to report the incident along with the note to the station followed by requesting police protection, but you knew Kai was smarter than that. He would very well know that would be your first reaction, and you were sure he had men on the inside waiting to take you as soon as you returned to the station.

You had nowhere to go, nowhere but right to Kai.

You were trapped.

Exactly as Kai had always planned it.

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Hey!!!

This is my first post ever. It’s been a while since I’ve had an account like this. I have no ideas how this will go tbh.

I write fan fiction about Evan Peters and his characters on American Horror Story. (I’m going to be honest I’ll probably love writing about James March and Kai Anderson the most lol oops)

I do headcons and ship requests too!!! All the fun stuff ;)

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-specify who you’d like the fanfic to include. It could be Evan or any of his characters but please specify. (It’s always going to be with x reader (Y/N). I don’t do names or fanfics involving Evan with other famous people).

-tell me what you’d like the plot to include. Be specific but not too descriptive.

-I do write dirty stuff so don’t be shy. (I’ll always include a warning.)

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A Day Spent with Councilman Kai Anderson. (Part 2.)

Hi friends!! Im sorry for the inactivity, some stuff has been going on, but I’m working on some requests!!

Warnings: Degradation, choking, smacking, unprotected sex, but it ends with some nice fluff!! :-)

You pushed your sunglasses up your nose a bit, looking up at the new city council elect, Kai Anderson. He had officially won the election, and you were at the ceremony to announce it. You hadn't seen him in about a month, since your previous interaction with him. You couldn't keep your mind off of him though. Your mind was constantly being bombarded with thoughts of what you had done with him. How you let him degrade you, spit on you, and destroy your shirt. And you loved every last second of it. His invitation rang in your head, over and over again.

"See you at my next rally."

There was just something about his confidence, and you needed to have him again. So here you were, surrounded by several hundred of his most loyal supporters, your eyes locked on the stage, waiting for him to come out. Your heart was racing in your chest, both from the excitement of seeing him, and from just how uncomfortable you felt here. The busy chatter of the crowd burst into loud cheers and whistles as the broad shouldered man walked on stage.

He was wearing a black suit with a cherry red tie, his hair once again pulled back in a tight bun. The black fit him well. He approached his podium, "Anderson" printed in big red letters on the front of it. He took his position, a smile forming across his lips. His eyes scanned the crowd as the noise died down slowly, and quickly his eyes stopped on you, his smile flickering. The room was quiet, waiting for him to begin his speech. You couldn't help but smile a bit when he stumbled over his words, his eyes still on you. He blinked a few times before returning his attention to the rest of the room, beginning his speech like normal, his voice calm and confident as always.

But you couldn't even bring yourself to cheer along with everyone else. He was fun to sleep with but still had absolutely awful opinions about everything. His speech seemed to drag on for what felt like hours, but finally he wrapped it up, everybody chanting his name, wearing shirts with his face on it. You stayed where you were, hoping he would approach you again like he did last time. The crowd had began fizzling out, it was just you and a few people left. Your hope began fading and you turned around and started your walk away.

"Excuse me, miss?" You heard a familiar voice, and you felt your heart jump in your chest. You turned around and there he was, a rare smile spread over his lips.

“Kai," You smiled at him. You couldn't believe that you were actually happy to see him. "You spoke very well."

"Thank you." He said politely. You made small talk best you could, congratulating him on his win, even though you were slightly worried about what he'd try to do to the city.

"Would you like to come over again?" You nodded shockingly quick, making him chuckle a bit. This time, the walk to his place was filled with somewhat comfortable conversation. He asked you about college, and what your plans were after graduating next year. He walked you inside and you were immediately greeted with the familiar scent of his home. He took his suit jacket off and hung it over a chair in the living room.

"I'll be right back." He said, walking upstairs, leaving you alone in his living room. You took a seat on his couch, just looking around. Looking around at the artwork on the walls, at the pictures he had on his side tables, at the "Councilman Kai Anderson" t-shirt he had on the coffee table. You looked up when you heard him walking down the stairs - your eyes couldn't help but widen.He was wearing a pair of light gray sweatpants and a black tank top, his hair was out of a bun, just barely grazing his shoulders. This was the first time you'd seen him relaxed like this. You'd seen him in a suit, and in absolutely nothing.

Something about him like this looked damn good though.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" His voice was playful and his eyebrow was raised.

"I- I'm not looking at you like anything." Your cheeks were dusted pink, not too surprised he caught you looking. His body was toned, the outline of muscles defining his arms and shoulders. He could't help but smile slightly before taking a seat down next to you.

"So what made you decide to come see me again?" His tone was more serious now, his arms leaning down on his knees. Back with the bold questions.

"I-um, well you-" Your cheeks felt hot, and you weren't sure what to say.

"You liked what I did to you, hm?" He sounded confident as always, hand sliding to your thigh. You nodded, suddenly feeling submissive under his touch. His hand moved upwards slowly, your eyes watching intently.

"So is this what we're going to be?" You asked quietly, Kai moving closer and closer to you.

"What? We're going to meet up when one of us wants to get off." He smirked, leaning in and kissing your neck. Something about that made you feel strange. There was something about Kai and you weren't sure why but you were intrigued by him. You couldn't stop the little moan from escaping your lips as he sucked into the soft flesh of your neck. He smirked against your skin, moving up to bite your earlobe.

"You missed this, hm?" He taunted you, urging you on to beg for him.

"Yes sir..." You whispered as he moved to your lips, brushing against them gently, his hand coming up to grip your throat.

"Tell me what you think about, baby girl." His voice sounded as collected and confident as ever, a shiver ran down the length of your spine.

"I've thought about choking me like this. I've thought about you spitting in my mouth. I've thought about how you degraded me..." You sounded winded, purely out of excitement from Kai being so close to you once again. His hand tightened around your throat.

"So you loved being degraded like the dirty little slut you really are, yeah?" You nodded best you could with his hand wrapped around your throat, making him chuckle.

"Then do me a favor," He started, smirking at you devilishly, "Go downstairs, I want everything off except your panties. Understand?" He released your throat from his tight grasp and you nodded quickly. You stood up and began your walk to the stairs, quickly being met with a playful spank from Kai. You reached the bottom of the stairs, following his instructions, already feeling the wetness between your thighs.

You dropped your denim shorts to the ground, followed by your t-shirt, leaving you just in your pink bra and matching lace panties. Your heart felt like it skipped a beat when you heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. You looked up over your shoulder, unable to stop the small smirk from spreading across your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he planted a few soft kisses against your shoulder, sending chills down your spine.In one quick movement though, his hand wrapped around your throat and turned you to face him, keeping you at arms length.

"Did you not fucking hear me?" He growled, your hands gripping his arm that held you tightly." I said I wanted everything off except your panties." He hissed, and your fingers immediately moved to the clasp of your bra behind your back, but he pulled you forward, striking your left cheek firmly.

"I'm sorry, sir." You whimpered, looking up at him now that his nose was just inches from your own.

"I know you are. Pathetic little bitch can't even follow instructions." His words cut into you like a knife, but it only excited you more. He pulled his hand from your throat, and moved to sit on the tan couch in the center of the room.

"Maybe I shouldn't even waste my time - I like my girls obedient." He growled, rubbing his chin with his hand. You whined quietly, moving so you crouched between his legs, looking up with desperation.

"Please, Kai, I'm sorry. I'll be good." Your lips brushed the outline of his hard cock through his sweatpants. He brought his hand down to cup your chin, his eyes almost softening.

"You really want to get fucked, hm?" He said quietly, his thumb brushing your bottom lip.

"Yes sir. I need you." Your voice was dripping with desperation, and you took his thumb into your mouth, sucking it while your eyes remained locked on his.

"I know you can beg better than that, slut." His soft tone strengthened and he pulled his thumb from your mouth.

"Kai pl-" Your cheek was met with another sharp smack.

"You know what to call me. Try again." He rolled his eyes as if he was bored with you, but it only ignited a new force to please him.

"Please sir, I need you to fuck me. You're all I've thought about since last time." You rested your head against his thigh, fingers making small circles along his thighs. He was silent.

"I'll do anything you want. Throat fuck me, bend me over this couch and fuck me senseless, I just need you, please sir!" You whined, clutching the fabric of his sweatpants in your fists. He let out a deep breath and flashed a quick smile.

"Good little slut, that's what I like to hear." His fingers slid into the waist band of his pants and he slid them down his thighs, kicking them aside. You looked up at him with excitement.

"Open your mouth." His dominant tone returned, and you obeyed immediately, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He slowly ran his cock over the length of your tongue, letting out a pleasured sigh. One time he went to repeat this motion and you wrapped your lips around the tip ever so gently, making him pull back quickly.

"Did you have permission to do that?" He grabbed a fistful of hair on the top of your head, forcing your eyes up at him.

"N-no sir." You said quietly. This was exactly the reaction you wanted. You wanted to get him mad.

"Little slut wants to get her throat fucked?" You opened your mouth again in response, and he immediately forced your head down his length, not stopping until your nose brushed the trimmed bed of curls on his lower stomach. He let out a deep groan, both hands forming your hair into a pony tail, holding you in place as he began thrusting down your throat.

"Look at me." He demanded, and you listened, eyes opening to meet his.

"Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck your throat 'til you're crying and gagging all over my cock?"

He sped up at the end of his sentence, achieving the tears and gagging he was previously insinuating. Your makeup ran in black smears down your cheeks, your eyes still watching his face as it twisted with pleasure, his lips parted slightly to allow his satisfied moans out. After using your throat, he quickly pulled out of you with a loud groan. Your chest was heaving, your face covered with a mix of saliva and black tears.

With no time to recover, he pulled you up by your hair and immediately pressed his lips into yours. His hands moved to the small of your back, holding you tightly against his body.

"You're so fucking hot." He hissed at you before biting his way down your neck to your chest, his hands coming up to unclasp your bra, tossing it aside. He took one nipple into your mouth, batting it with his tongue. His free hand pinched your other nipple, your hands tugging at his tank top. He leaned up and pulled it over his head, revealing his muscular chest to you, your eyes following the defined muscles. He wrapped his arms around your once again, pulling you tightly against his chest.

"Please fuck me, sir." You whispered against his lips before kissing him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. You felt him smirk against your lips and he picked you up, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He bit at your neck, sucking roughly to leave a deep purple mark.

He laid you down on the couch, taking no time to push your lace panties aside, and line himself up with your entrance.

"You're so fucking wet..." He growled, looking into your eyes.

"All for you, sir." You smiled at him before he forced every inch of his cock inside of you, immediately making your eyes roll back. He let out a sharp grunt, his arms resting on either side of your head for leverage. He took no time to start pounding into you, fucking you hard and fast. Neither of you were able to form coherent sentences at this point, both just reveling in your satisfaction.

Kai leaned up from his spot buried in your neck, keeping up his pace. He looked into your eyes, one hand moving down to make circles around your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Please sir, can I cum?" You begged, words slurring together as you felt that tightness in your stomach.

He was silent.

"Please! Please sir I need it, I'm so fucking close!" You were damn near screaming at this point, your thighs were shaking around his waist.

"Cum for me, princess." His kind pet name made you look up at him in shock, but that was cut short as you felt the tightness in your stomach finally come undone, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

"Good girl.." He cooed approvingly, cupping the side of your face as his twisted with pleasure. He was close too. He kept his pace up for awhile longer, pulling out of you and cumming hard all over your lower stomach, obscenities falling from his lips. Once he finished, you two looked at each other, each of you out of breath and shaky.

"Get up."

His voice was strong. Time for him to kick you out, just like last time. You listened, slowly moving to your feet, looking up at him. His hand linked with yours and he pulled you up the stairs behind him.

"My clothes...?" You started and he turned to look at you.

"Don't worry about those right now." He kept his walk down the hall, bringing you both to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You looked up at him in confusion before he moved to the shower, turning it on.

"Kai, what are you doing?" You asked, his arms meeting your hips gently.

"I don't want you to leave already." His voice was quiet now, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Once again he grabbed your hand, helping you into the shower.

"I'll be in the living room when you're done." Without another word he left the bathroom, leaving you alone. What the fuck?

You couldn't help but be a bit confused by this gesture, but the hot water of the shower felt too good to question it too much. You probably spent about an hour just letting the water drip down your body, enjoying the heat.

Finally, you figured it was probably time to meet Kai, curious about what he had to say now. You turned the knob to the right, the stream of water stopping, making you shiver a bit. You pulled back the shower curtain to see a fluffy black towel folded neatly on the counter top next to a pair of black sweat pants and a grey tank top of Kai's.

You dried your skin, slipping the sweatpants over your legs and the tank top over your head, tying it in a knot at your waist so it fit a bit tighter. You opened the door and made your way to the living room. Kai was sitting on the couch, so you joined him, taking a seat next to him, thighs touching.

"(Y/N)," He started, sliding his hand to your knee. "I need to ask you something."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. What could he possibly want to ask you? Was he going to tell you that he didn't want to see you again? You looked up at him, waiting for him to go on.

"I have a formal council meeting this weekend. One councilman from every state is going to be there. I can't possibly show up alone. Would you be willing to go with me?"

Your eyes must have widened because he smiled at you, giving your knee a squeeze.

"Don't feel obligated, but I would love to have someone as sexy as you on my arm." He gave you a playful smirk, and you giggled.

"Okay, I'll go with you." You agreed, your heart racing eagerly.Where the hell were you going to get a formal dress? God, what did you sign yourself up for?

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AHS: CULT Season 7, Episode 1 Election Night [unpublished review]

Tuesday, September 5th, 2017, just days before Stephen King’s IT hit theatres worldwide, the anticipated clown-centred new season of Ryan Murphy & Brad Falchuk’s anthology series, American Horror Story, premiered its seventh season, Cult, on FX.

The past six seasons of American Horror Story (AHS) have catapulted viewers into the depths of the horror genre; every season tells a different story at a different time with different characters and themes. The popular show features returning and seasoned actors like Angela Bassett, Sarah Paulson and Kathy Bates, as well as guest stars like Gabourey Sidibe, Lady Gaga and Cuba Gooding Jr.

Countless characters have left lasting impressions on AHS and every fan has their favourite: Lana Winters of Asylum (Season 2), Fiona Goode of Coven (Season 3), Elsa Mars or Twisty the Clown of Freakshow (Season 4), The Countess of Hotel (Season 5), or The Butcher of Roanoke (Season 6). The sinister list goes on and on.

American Horror Story may stand alone but it is no stranger to acclaim as it’s been nominated for an impressive 300+ awards. Jessica Lange and Lady Gaga both won Best Performance by an Actress in a TV Miniseries or Motion Picture Made for Television at the 2012 and 2016 Golden Globe Awards for Murder House and Hotel. The Primetime Emmy’s have awarded the show as well.

Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk have managed to garner a cult following. Pun intended. Together, they’ve created “Teen TV” juggernauts like Glee and Scream Queens, and are the executive producers of the critically acclaimed first season of American Crime Story: The People VS. O.J. Simpson, starring AHS alumni, Sarah Paulson and Cuba Gooding Jr. The series sweeped award shows and the second season (The Assassination of Gianni Versace, starring Penelope Cruz and Ricky Martin) is slated to air in the early months of 2018. Last but not least, who can forget the return of Jessica Lange (alongside Susan Sarandon) earlier this year in Ryan Murphy’s Feud: Bette & Joan. The debut season of another anthology series (also produced by Brad Pitt) reimagines the tensions between Bette Davis and Joan Crawford on the set of the movie What Ever Happened to Mary Jane? in 1962. Murphy and Falchuk are clear forces to be reckoned with when it comes genre television. When they hit, they hit big.

So when the countdown to Season 7’s premiere was over, fans erupted. Some loved it, some hated it, and some threatened to boycott it because of an irrational fear of tiny holes. Yes, tiny holes. The unique fear is called trypophobia: an intense fear, distress or anxiety caused by irregular patterns or clusters of small holes or bumps. The term is believed to have been coined in 2005 on an online forum and AHS has decided to showcase its abilities to make your skin crawl in a way we’ve never seen before. Hence the trigger warnings. Seriously, people are freaking out!

The title of this premiere episode is Election Night and the opening scene takes viewers back to the night of November 8, 2016, flashing some of the most viral and ludicrous presidential campaign snippets of Hillary Clinton versus Donald Trump, one after the other.

“I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody and I wouldn’t lose any voters,” an actual clip of Donald Trump flashes, reminding viewers how screwed the United States is with this clown in office. It’s clear that AHS is using the real-life 2016 election as the focus for this year’s horror tale, set in Michigan.

“FUCK YOU WORLD! USA! USA! USA!”

Kai Anderson (played by AHS heavy-weight, Evan Peters) shouts this as the 45th president of the United States of America is announced. Kai is a blue-haired loner celebrating Trump’s win in a dingy basement, dry-humping his big screen TV like a fanatic. “Freedom!” he yells, and his glee for Trump’s victory is a tough pill to swallow.

Evan Peters is a returning AHS all-star and his acting chops shine brighter from season to season. In the opening of this new season, Cult, Peters grips us from the get-go, and throughout the hour-long first episode, we begin to see why his character is so happy with Donald Trump’s victory.

Kai emulates the far-right narrative with precision. Scenes throughout the premiere (where he blatantly disrespects women and Mexicans) reveal a very real and twisted perception that men are superior to women and that “white is right.” Kai is indicative of what Trump spews to the public, and what makes it so uncomfortable to watch is that this series is a lot more than a just a scary TV show now. It’s about our social and political climate, today. This is art is imitating life, in real time.

Kai is maniacal from the opening scene where - in celebration of Trump’s victory - Kai makes a cheeto smoothie, rubbing the orange paste all over his face, mirroring Trump’s infamously orange glow. His mannerisms are reminiscent of the legendary comic villain, The Joker, with his creepy stare and smudged cheeto “face paint”. Perhaps the sub-theme of coulrophobia (fear of clowns) influenced a nod to the king of crime. After all, The Joker is one of the ultimate clown villains of the last century. It is rumoured that DC Comics is looking to solidify Leonardo DiCaprio as The Joker in an upcoming origin story set in the 1980’s. If that doesn't work out, Evan Peters would be perfect!

Across town, we see Ally Mayfair-Richards (Sarah Paulson), and her wife, Ivy (Alison Pill), in what reads as a parody of a wealthy, white, lesbian couple. They’re hosting a viewing party with their neighbours, a liberal heterosexual couple, Mr. and Mrs. Tom and Marylin Chang (Tim Kang and Nanrissa Lee). When Trump is announced president, Ally has the complete opposite reaction from Kai Anderson, and that familiar AHS Sarah Paulson shriek fans grew to love in Asylum and Roanoke tears through her living room, directed at the flatscreen television. She’s absolutely mortified, as many of us were that night, but the results trigger Ally in a way that leaves her out of breath and panicked. Soon afterwards, we understand why.

Ally suffers from multiple phobias, high anxiety, and hallucinations. “Ever since the election, it’s been getting worse,” she says to her therapist, Dr. Rudy Vincent (Cheyenne Jackson).

“The coulrophobia?” He asks.

“Yes. The clowns...” she trails off, “but also,” she continues, “confined spaces, and blood... Particles in the air, the dark, that coral thing that's been staring at me since I came in here!” Ally appears to be dizzy. Nauseas even.

“You have a fear of coral?” Dr. Vincent asks.

“No. I-I… Its the holes,” she takes a deep breath, “it’s repulsive!”

Ally tells Dr. Vincent that coping with the election results has triggered all of her old phobias. It’s almost as if AHS is mocking the right-winged notion that those on the left are automatically fragile and plagued with political correctness, but by bringing these unconventional yet very real phobias to the table, we see that this season’s theme isn’t just about the current events in American politics, clowns, or tiny holes. No, this season is about the fear in politics and what it can do to people on both ends of the political pendulum. Ally Mayfair-Richards’ character shows us how these conditions and phobias can provoke mental health breakdowns with a raw and in-your-face delivery.

The premiere also marks the return of Freakshow’s Twisty the Clown, but only as an imagined character in “The Twisty Chronicles” comic book. Oz Mayfair-Richards (Cooper Dodson), Ally and Ivy’s son, secretly admires the clown’s comics and he is nothing more than a fictional character in Cult. So far, anyway. The gruesome Twisty scene unfolds, reminiscent of the clown’s murderous debut in Season 4, and we think we’ve seen the actual return of Twisty until Ally interrupts and it’s realized that this was just a scene in Oz’s comic book. Since Ally has an irrational fear of clowns, the cover illustration of the savage Twisty prompts her to have a full-on panic attack. If you have any inclination of what Twisty looks like, it's understandable for a coulrophobe to freak out. Twisty is what nightmares are made of and fans are patiently awaiting the mayhem Twisty might be getting up to this season. Another character that’s sparking intrigue is Winter Anderson (Billie Lourd), Kai Anderson’s younger sister. In the beginning of the episode, when Kai covers his face in the cheeto mask, he storms into his younger sister’s room and jumps on her bed, staring her down as CNN announces that Hillary Clinton will not be speaking after conceding to Donald Trump. She looks up from her laptop into her brother’s eyes, his orange face smudged with tension, and begins yelling at him to get out, hitting him repeatedly. He starts laughing at her screaming, uncovered by the blows. She's lost some sort of bet and now she has to follow through with some elaborate scheme after admitting that children are her worst fear. [Unfinished first rough draft]

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Holiday Gift Guide 2019: Books for Geeks

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It's that time of the year for a good book beside the fireplace! Here's what you'll want to be reading this holiday season.

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Here is a list of 15 books we recommend for every kind of nerd in your life.

I Love the Bones of You: My Father and the Making of Me by Christopher Eccleston

For: The Doctor Who fan in your life

Raw and real, this memoir by Doctor Who and The Leftovers actor Christopher Eccleston is a reflection on his relationship with his stoic yet loving father following his death. If you're looking for something a bit more serious this holiday season, check this out—it includes some lovely details about Eccleston's personal life, including the fact that his kid calls the Daleks "the Garlics." Adorable.

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Monster, She Wrote: The Women Who Pioneered Horror and Speculative Fiction by Lisa Kroger and Melanie R. Anderson

For: The literary history nerd in your life

Women have, historically, been written out of history and/or had their impact greatly diminished. Monster, She Wrote attempts to correct some of that injustice by highlighting the women writers who "defied convention to craft some of literature's stangest tales." Including more well-known writers like Mary Shelley and lesser known scribes like Magaret "Mad Madge" Cavendish, who wrote a sci-fi epic 150 years before Shelley penned Frankenstein, even your most obsessive of literary friends will most likely find something new in this tome.

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Star Trek: The Official Guide to the Animated Series by Aaron Harvey, Rich Schepis, and Saturday Morning Trek

For: The Star Trek fan in your life

With a new animated Star Trek series right around the corner, now is the perfect time to celebrate the original animated Trek adventure: the highly underrated Star Trek: The Animated Series. Continuing on the canon begun in The Original Series, The Animated Series continues to influence Trek canon today—most especially when it comes to Discovery.

This book includes behind-the-scenes production documents, never-before-seen art, and all-new interviews with the people who produced the animated adventures, and is perfect for Star Trek fans who have already consumed The Animated Series and Star Trek fans who have yet to discover the series' unique delights.

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Firefly: The Big Damn Cookbook by Chelsea Monroe-Cassel

For: The Firefly fan in your life

We're always looking for ways to dive back into the world of cancelled-too-soon Firefly, and this cookbook is a particularly fun way to do so. Including over 70 recipes inspired by the Joss Whedon TV show, Firefly: The Big Damn Cookbook is the perfect gift for your nerdy friend who also happens to be into cooking. Who knows? Maybe they'll share some of Mama Reynold's shoofly pie with you?

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Warrior of the Altaii by Robert Jordan

For: The Wheel of Time fan in your life

With Amazon's Wheel of Time series currently filming, the fantasy epic nerd in your life is probably hyped for all things Robert Jordan. While the beloved author passed away back in 2007, Tor Books recently published his very first novel, Warrior of the Altaii, an action-driven fantasy about a group of horse warriors whose very existence is threatened. It's the perfect gift for the Wheel of Time fan in your life.

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Resistance Reborn: Journey to Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker by Rebecca Roanhorse

For: The Star Wars fan in your life

By the time Christmas rolls around, most Star Wars fans will have consumed The Rise of Skywalker with their eyeballs and will be hungry for more. Enter this official book from Hugo Award-winning author Rebecca Roanhorse, which explores what happens to Poe, Leia, Rey, and Finn between the last two movies.

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The Art of Game of Thrones, The Official Book of Design From Seasons 1 to 8

For: The Game of Thrones fan in your life

While Game of Thrones fans may not be happy with the narrative consistency of the last few seasons of the HBO epic, I don't think anyone can find a flaw in the production design work of this gorgeous (and expensive) show. Game of Thrones fans can celebrate the consistent successes of this show with The Art of Game of Thrones—which includes 432 pages of concept art, sketches, and production design images. The perfect coffee table book for the fantasy nerd in your life!

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The Future of Another Timeline by Annalee Newitz

For: The riot girl in your life

In what is sure to become a feminist time travel classic, io9 founding editor Annalee Newitz ties together the perspectives of time traveler Tess, working to stop a group of misogynists from destroying time travel forever, and Beth, a 17-year-old girl exploring the punk scene in 1992 California. Really, this standalone novel a great book for any science fiction lover in your life, but if they have a particular interest in social justice, even better!

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: The Illustrated Edition

For: The Harry Potter fan in your life

Harry Potter is always a safe gift bet, especially when it comes to these gorgeous illustrated editions, with art from award-winning artist Jim Kay that could be framed and hung on the wall. The Goblet of Fire is the most recent release in this series, but, even if your gift-receiver doesn't have the previous three books in the series, this is a gift any Potterhead would be ecstatic to get.

Buy Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: The Illustrated Edition

The Adventure Zone: Murder on the Rockport Limited!

For: The D&D fan in your life

The second book in the McElroy family's wildly successful graphic novel adaptation series of their popular D&D podcast, Murder on the Rockport Limited! works for longtime fans of the pod or for those who couldn't tell Clint from Travis. Art from Carey Pietsch brings this fantastical and hilarious world to life, making this the perfect gift for loved ones who have always wanted their own D&D campaign jump off of the table.

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Children of Virtue and Vengeance

For: The YA fan in your life

Hot off the presses this December, this sequel to Tomi Adeyemi's debut fantasy Children of Blood and Bone is sure to be one of the most-talked-about YA books of the year. The story of Zélie and Amari continues as Adeyemi further explores her west African-inspired fantasy world, as magic returns to the land of Orïsha in this second book in the planned trilogy.

Buy Children of Virtue and Vengeance by Tomi Adeyemi

The City in the Middle of the Night by Charlie Jane Anders

For: The classic science fiction fan in your life

Many have compared Charlie Jane Anders' work to sci-fi legend Ursula Le Guin, and it's not hard to see why: Anders' work is as topical and it is visionary. Anders' second novel after All the Birds in the Sky, The City in the Middle of the Night takes readers to a tidally-locked planet divided between a permanently frozen darkness on one side of the body and an endless sunshine on the other. Anders' recycles some of the elements of classic science fiction into something beautiful and new.

Buy City in the Middle of the Night by Charlie Jane Anders

Dune: Deluxe Edition by Frank Herbert

For: The person in your life who won't stop talking about the upcoming Dune movie

It's a good time to be a Dune fan. Not only is there a screen adaptation coming from Arrival director Denis Villeneuve in 2020, but Ace just released this gorgeous special edition of the fantasy classic. With an iconic new cover, a redesigned world map of Dune, an updated intro from Brian Herbert, and stained page edges, this story has never looked so good.

Buy Dune: The Deluxe Edition by Frank Herbert

Gideon: The Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

For: The lesbian necromancers in your life

Come for the lesbian necromancers, stay for the skeleton battles! I... don't really feel like I need to write anything else after that. But this buzzworthy 2019 title is a definitive winner: The start of a planned trilogy, Gideon the Ninth follows indentured-servant-turned-swordswoman Gideon Nav, who is tasked with keeping sworn enemy Harrowhark Nonagesimus safe.

Buy Gideon: The Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

For: The speculative fiction fan who only has time for a novella

To call this lovely story "only" a novella would be doing the craft of the story a disservice. Told from the dual perspectives of two time-traveling agents from warring futures, Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone choose every word of this story thoughtfully. Their war may stretch across space and time, but the relationship between Red and Blue is beautiful in its intimacy. The perfect gift to trick your loved one into reading more of both El-Mohtar and Gladstone's wonderful work.

Buy This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

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Angels And Devils Part Nine

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Tagging: @dandycandy75 @anuknowha @petersfern-fics @dunc-donut @frogmuttforever @michael-langdon-appreciation @codysfallenangels

Author’s Note: Thank you @michael-langdon-appreciation for helping me come up with ideas. i hope they make sense

A Fan Fiction By Melissa C. Scraper

Rating:- PG-13/PG Adult Language

Michael Langdon x OC Rejected Michael AU

Mutt Nutter and Jeff Pfister, Had heard from Cooperative that Antichrist had been born and they had been observing him, In Secret. "The world is a raging clusterfuck. And we need to burn this motherfucker to the ground! Wipe the slate clean and start over. This time do it right." Jeff leaned back "This guy is fucking Mess. at least the guy who claims to be Satan runs a nightclub and would be an excellent member of the cooperative."

Mutt "Yeah. It seems this Langdon Guy's Weakness is that girl. Lucy Collins." he couldn't tell if it was an effect of his drugs or what but even photo of lucy was burning his eyes. "He protects her for some reason."

Meanwhile, in LA, 2019 lucy was in the salon for her monthly Visit. "Gallant. I am the only one who knows your name?" he nodded

"I don't personally, like the name. it is too pretentious," he said as he blew into her hair like fairy granting a wish and blowing magic dust on you. he grinned "I've been hearing rumors that when the apocalypse comes. there will be certain people taken to outposts."

Lucy "It is not just rumored, my friend. Since i am the last Collins I got an invitation." she sighed "For once the corrupted DNA of my family is of some use to me." he spun her around so she could check the mirror "Perfect my friend." she said as she paid him

"You don't need to pay me more than the price of the style I just like having someone who isn't selfish to talk to. I like Coco. But she's irritating."

The last thing Lucy Remembered w she was leaving the salon her friend, Desmond Gallant, worked in the next thing she remembered she was waking up. she had a blindfold on and she could hear Mutt and Jeff talking in the corner

Mutt whispered to his friend "I can't look directly at her she glows too brightly. do you want me to get a pair of sunglasses for you too?" his friend nodded as he went to their sleeping quarters he received two pairs of sunglasses with a tortoiseshell pattern on them he hands Jeff the other pair "What is she? Do you think Venable will believe us when we tell her we are afraid to go near the girl?"

Jeff "I am not sure. Venable is uptight. she needs to be laid."

Lucy cringed as the calloused hands of the two men tied her arms to the chair "Why have you taken me?" she sighed "You will regret it. Lucifer and Michael will come for me!" she heard the two men stand at attention.

"You two Idiots Clearly have no idea how to treat a woman. I requested you Collect her not keep her tied up like an animal." she was already wearing sunglasses because the cooperative had suspected what Amenadiel, Maze and Lucifer Did, that Lucy was chosen.

"Ms. Venable," A Voice Said "Why have you convinced those two stoned monkeys that you control the cooperative when i do." an imposing figure with broad shoulder entered. This was Judah Zachary, Born Gerard Stiles. It seems Gabriel failed me. The Boy disposed of him so at least i don't need to worry about dealing with that loose end." he wasn't sure nor did he care if Michael Langdon was Antichrist. His goal was to start the Apocalypse. If Kai Anderson hadn't been killed he would have received an invitation to an outpost.

It had taken several days for Michael to receive a message from the cooperative not because it was an extremely complex message but because Mutt and Jeff were just lazy enough to not want to deliver the message themselves. But just brilliant enough to figure the message could be delivered just as well by a cyborg.

As they viewed through Ms. Meads Eyes while she was escorted through the club "Damn if it wasn't our night with Ryan Reynolds. I would totally dig hanging out at Luxe." Mutt said to Jeff. "Remember no typos we want the message as clear as possible."

Jeff glared at him "Excuse me. who does most of the coding? when you hungover ass falls asleep at the computer."

Meanwhile at Luxe.... Ms. Meade is escorted to the penthouse of Lucifer Morningstar, "Detective Decker we're telling you all we know. Our Friend Lucero Collins was kidnapped outside the Salon by two men. You should have witness statement by Mr. Gallant and anyone else there."

Chloe "Lucifer, that is exactly why you are not being allowed to investigate because you are personally involved because the woman works for you. and Lives with you." she rolled her eyes she looked at Ms. Meade "Ma'am, you are not supposed to be here."

Ms. Meade "I've come to deliver a message from the Cooperative. Either Mr. Langdon agrees to meet with our leader. or they will find a way to dispose of the girl."

Lucifer thinking *Bloody Hell. Not the Cooperative again.* he muttered "Hmmm." and looked over at Michael

"Thank you, give us a moment to discuss," Michael responded trying not to show worry. "I have to go. I promised her she would never be harmed as long as we are friends." He said completely forgetting that Chloe Decker was there all that mattered to him was that they needed to find where Lucy had been taken

"Your Word is your Bond. She is the only one you've ever bargained with. BUt Cooperative can be dangerous and stupid. they are a network of People who worship Satan. They get tedious because their idea of how i should be and the way i am are not the same thing." Chloe clears her throat when they look up Maze and Amenadiel are standing there.

Michael turns his attention back to Ms. Mead "Tell The Cooperative I will meet with them but i need proof. Lucy is alive." he said staring into Ms. Mead's eyes, there was something off about this woman. her stiffness was more than just a soldier on a mission.

Ms. Mead "The Cooperative will send a car to pick you in the morning you may bring one person with you." She paused and unnaturally long amount of time as the two technicians thought of a way to phrase this "She Glows with an unnatural light. My fellow cooperative members can look directly at her without wearing sunglasses."

"Not enough proof," he said

a long pause as Mutt asked Lucy for information, Ms. Mead "When you lived in New York you made it snow for her inside but when you realized it was making her cold you made it stop and you kept her warm."

Michael "What time will we expect the car?" he said

"10am, on the nose. No earlier no later," she said as she turned on her heels and left

To Be continues......

#angels and devils #part 9 #michael langdon #1/1/19 #fan fic #lucifer/ahs crossover #lucifer morningstar #ahs: apocalypse

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