#Black Manta Fanfiction

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Laying Low

Drug Dealer Yahya x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Death! Drugs! Murder! Unprotected Sex!

Summary: You sell drugs with your boyfriend, Darnell, but you two constantly argue back and forth. One day, he tells you about how a man named Yahya is seeking revenge on you two for killing his cousin, Jayshawn, when you two were in high school. What happened next? Read it to find out.

Sneak Peek: This is the hardest part about working with Yahya. The sexual fucking tension between you two. Working with a fine black man as a beautiful ass black woman. There’s never a moment where he’s not discussing how you should just let a nigga fuck. And he’s a smooth talker. Even though you say you’ll never mix pleasure with business, it’s kinda hard to focus on that with your back pinned up against a wall, listening to a man begging to fuck you, as he feels on your body.

“Yahya… I told you. I’m not mixing business and pleasure no more.” You yelp out as he pops your thigh. “You gonna make me beg? C’mon, show me that body.” He says before kissing your neck, moving up to your jawline and to your ear to whisper, “That perfect ass body.” He smirks and pulls you closer to his body, thrusting his hips slowly into you, making you feel how hard you make him.

You about to lose it. Your biggest rule is almost out the window. You always knew he was just walking around with a big dick. Hell, he couldn’t have all these random bitches with a small one. But you remember he has a roster of women, which makes it easier to bring that moral back in and push Yahya away from you.

“Nah.” You smile and laugh. He sucks his teeth, “You gon’ let me fuck eventually. You know you want me like I want you.” You shake your head, “Nope.” You lie to him.

A/N: Okay, so this was a request ,but my dumbass deleted the ask with my chubby ass thumb. I know it was could I make a smut with this gif (not mines).

This is what I had in mind. I started this February 27th and finished March 18th. It was so much editing and revising to make sure that it was good for everyone. Hope you guys enjoy!!

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Since you started talking, you have always been a peaceful and timid little girl. You minded your business and would never say anything even if it bothered you. You weren’t exactly bullied in school because of this, but you allowed people to walk all over you and use you until you met him.

When you were a freshman in high school, you met Darnell. He was a popular kid in high school, played basketball, and ran track. He started failing math and at first, he didn’t care, but they said he wasn’t going to play basketball if he didn’t get his shit together. He got it together by asking you to tutor him. You said yes and tutored him after practice even though you didn’t want to. You started developing your first crush on him, but something in the back of your mind told you it wouldn’t work out, so you decided to keep it quiet. Which was a good idea, because he would rather not be caught around you. You weren’t ugly, you just weren’t popular like him. You didn’t care.

One day, you got in your soft girl era and glowed up. You became that bitch and everyone wanted to be your friend. You either told everyone to keep the same energy they had when you were “nobody.” However, you couldn’t exactly do that for Darnell. Since you still liked him. “Damn, ma. It’s like that?” is all it took for you two to hang out. Eventually, you two got close, started dating, and he took your virginity. It wasn’t anything to write home about, but it rocked your junior body to a new level of maturity and confidence. You weren’t that timid little girl anymore. You were the popular boy’s girlfriend.

Around your senior year, he tore his ACL during a basketball game. It ruined all chances of him getting a scholarship in basketball or track. He started to wash cars at his uncle’s car shop to make some money and get his mind off his school athletics. It lasted for a while until his uncle got into a financial problem.

One day, you and Darnell decided to visit his uncle at the car shop. You two found him unconscious with his head busted open a bit and the majority of his teeth fell out. Once he woke up, he explained that he got his ass handed to him because he did business with a nigga named Jayshawn and that he only had two weeks to give him his money back. Darnell was pissed as hell. His uncle was special to him, damn near his favorite person. He raised him when his drunk-ass dad didn’t. So what did Darnell do? Darnell became a drug dealer to get the money fast. Just a few little sales and he was out of the game. He even recruited some of his friends to help him.

You always rode around with him. Like his little lap dog. He didn’t mind it. He always thought of it as you being his Bonnie.

It didn’t take long for Darnell to get Jayshawn’s money. You went to him when he gave the money to him. Jayshawn came by himself, unprotected because he underestimated Darnell. Of course, Jayshawn teased you. “Oh, is this your little girlfriend?”, “She’s pretty thick. How old is she? I can have a fun time with her.” are some of the creepy things the old head said. Darnell was pissed but your presence calmed him down somehow. But the deal didn’t go through as you thought it would. Jayshawn started talking about wanting to add interest because he waited so long for the money. Darnell was mad, asking Jayshawn what he needed to give him more money for, but he wouldn’t answer him, just giving him a cheeky answer that pushed Darnell to the unthinkable.

He pulled out a gun and let off three shots. Jayshawn fell straight to the ground, blood pouring out of his chest. You stood there, frozen. You had just seen your first homicide. Darnell looked at the lifeless body, picked up the money he made, and tapped your shoulder, constantly repeating your name, so you two could leave the scene.

When you two got in the car, it was quiet. Now and then, you’d side-eye Darnell. You were expecting shit to pop off, but not that. You two go to his uncle's house to explain what happened. He suggests that you two need to lay low for a while. You were confused about why you needed to lay low. You didn’t kill the nigga. You were a witness. Darnell’s uncle just tells you that if Jayshawn’s people see you they would probably hurt you because you are Darnell’s girlfriend.

During that time, you didn’t get to talk to your friends or your family. Your mom was worried sick about you. She blew your phone up asking where you were and how you better bring your ass back to her house now. You didn’t though. You and Darnell laid low for a month before you two showed your faces.

Your mom was pissed. She claimed she knew that Darnell killed Jayshawn, how she didn’t want you around all that, and how you were a sweet girl before you met Darnell. That shit went in one ear and out the other. You had definitely changed after seeing Jayshawn get whacked. You were distant. You became disobedient to your mom. You still hung out with Darnell and came home whenever you wanted to. But it all changed after you started helping Darnell in the streets. You were selling drugs and murking niggas. The anxiety feeling you got when you saw Jayshawn die was gone and a new thrilling feeling rolled over your body: being wealthy and having power.

Eventually, your mom got tired of your shit and kicked you out of her house. Mainly in fear of when your ass gets caught, her house wouldn’t be raided, looking for you or whatever drugs you had smuggled into her house. You moved in with Darnell who lives with his uncle after his mom kicked his ass out as well two months before. You finished school. You were an honored graduate. You didn’t let the streets stop you from getting your education. Darnell, however, dropped out because he was already successful.

Now, it has been seven years since you graduated high school. You wake up and shower to do your housewife duties. You go downstairs and take a stretch before you cook breakfast for you and Darnell and his uncle. As you finish, they roll out of bed and start coming downstairs to eat this delicious meal you have made.

Everyone fixes their plate and sits at the table. As soon as they have their first bite, they dig into the food like they haven’t eaten since last week. You roll your eyes, but inside, you’re proud of this delicious breakfast you cooked.

After their third serving of food, you wash the dishes that you messed up. Darnell comes up and smacks your ass.

“Damn, baby that food was delicious.” He says. Before you can answer, here comes his raggedy-ass uncle, putting in his two cents “Well, of course, the food is good. You gave her some dick last night. Had her screaming for dear mercy. Just how I taught you.”

You look at Darnell who just shrugs the situation off like it’s something completely normal. You roll your eyes and continue washing dishes. You put the dishes up and head upstairs to the bedroom. Here goes the toothless motherfucker once again.

“Yeah, boy. She wants some more. You see how she popping that ass upstairs.” He says, trying to dap up his nephew. You slam the door.

You can hear Darnell and his uncle semi-arguing. Not about protecting his girl and telling his uncle to stop saying shit like that. It was about his uncle ruining his chance of getting pussy. His uncle's last words before Darnell followed you upstairs were:

“Well, I live here too. Not my problem your girlfriend is loud as hell when y’all fuck in MY HOUSE.”

You roll your eyes and just look at Darnell. He sighs, “You know he done lost a few brain cells after that incident.” You mumble, “Nigga finna lose more than that if he don’t shut the hell up.”He chuckles at your remark and then starts kissing your neck. You push him away, “No. I’m not in the mood.” He tries again and you get up away from the bed. “I said no, nigga.” You semi-yell at him. He sighs and looks down at the bed then back at you, “You seriously going to let my uncle kill the vibe baby.”

You damn right. You might be horny for this boy’s dick, but you’ll be damned if you have to listen to his creepy-ass uncle make sexual comments about you. Sometimes, when it’s just you two alone, his uncle makes even more vulgar sexual advances, including trying to touch your ass.

Of course, Darnell gets mad you ain’t wetting his dick up. You sigh, “Baby, why can’t we just move out of here and get our own place?” You come back to him, sit on his lap, and wrap your arms around his neck. “That way, we can have sex more.” You look down at him and see him smiling at the idea and he wraps his arms around your waist tightly and grips your booty, “Maybe, even start a family, eventually.” You add, smiling with him.

You feel his embrace loosen up from you. You look at him. “Y/N, you know how I feel about kids.” He rolls his eyes and looks annoyed. You almost had him. “Come on, Darnell. We are not going to get any younger. We should start a family.” You put it out there. He just stays quiet, so you get off his lap and just look at him. “Uh, hello? I said something.”

He ignores you and then his phone goes off. You get a glance at it. India Dior. You roll your eyes and get off the bed. You two went to school with Miss. India. She was very popular. Mainly because she is pretty, rich, and she could dress. She didn’t have much of a personality. Just being a hoe. Now she’s an influencer. Showing her big ass house, that her dad brought her and just showing off her beauty on the internet.

If being an influencer stops working for her one day, the money won’t stop for her. Her dad would give her money. Her dad is a big drug dealer. He is somewhat of a motivation for Darnell. You couldn’t say anything bad about Robert Jackson around Darnell, or he’ll become the most dick-riding motherfucker.

You get really sick and tired of seeing India’s name on this nigga phone. He swears it’s so innocent and that she's just checking up on him or that he asked her dad for tips on how to run his business. You know it has to be a bit more than that. You were born at night, but not last night.

He sighs and looks at you, “You really not going to give me none tho?” He rubs your spot and you push his hand away, “No because your raggedy ass gum mouth ass uncle can’t mind his business and you can’t even tell him that shit is weird and uncomfortable and you just ignore me.” You roll your eyes. He huffs, “Man, whatever. Always trippin’ and shit. You need some dick. Maybe it will help your attitude.”

And that last sentence is what starts the fifth argument this week. And it’s just Tuesday. All ‘cause he’s mad you won’t give him no pussy. Well if he would meet you halfway on this and move out maybe you’ll give him pussy more.

You don’t even want to argue with Darnell. You love the man with every bone in your body, but you’re always putting your needs and wants on the back burner to make this nigga happy. Can he do the same for you? Hell naw.

“AYE! Y’ALL TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Toothless screams from downstairs. “DAMN! PREFER YALL FUCKING THEN ALWAYS FUCKING ARUGING.” He yells some more.

You look at Darnell to see if he heard what his uncle said. He just shrugs and acts like it’s nothing. “I’m finna shower.” He brushes his way past you and grabs his stuff to shower.

You sigh and lay on the bed as he walks out. When he leaves, you let the tears out that you hid during the argument. Mentally, you’re so tired and your boyfriend doesn’t even care. Your quiet sobbing makes you even more tired, so you relax your body and sleep.

You wake up from your nap in a tight embrace a good hour later. You look up and see you’re lying on Darnell’s chest. You look up at him and he looks down at you and kisses your forehead.

“How did you sleep, baby?” He asks you. You look around, stretch a bit, and look back at him, “I slept okay.” You say and look away from him, remembering what happened before you took a nap. He sighs, “I’m sorry. You’re right. My uncle be out of pocket. It’s not cool what he does and says. I am your man and should be speaking out for you and telling him what he’s saying is wrong.” You smile a bit, happy he’s realizing his wrongs. “We can move out of here. Especially with everything that’s going on.”

He blows out some hot air and looks at you. You sit up, “What's going on?” He looks at you, “I don’t want to worry you. It’s Jayshawn’s cousin. He’s close to our age. He is coming for us.” Your eyes get wide, “Why? Like why is he now getting us?” He looks at you, “You know I killed Jayshawn while he was in jail. He's out now.” He continues, “I got an insider that said he is getting back in the game. He ain’t going to have anything like a gun or shit. So I was thinking we could kill two birds with one stone and maybe kill him and rob for his shit. That way we wouldn’t have to worry about that nigga no more.

You think about the plan. It’s risky as hell, but it’s worth it. When it comes to this lifestyle, you hate being a target. Besides it being dangerous, you’re also going to be stuck in a house with Gummy and Darnell when you have to lay low from cops and opps. You would rather not do that, so you have to risk it. But you are still questioning whether it was a good idea.

You sigh, “And that nigga will really be defenseless?” He looks at you, “Of course, he will be. He won’t be expecting anything.” You nod your head and smile, “Do you think we should bring the boys? Just in case shit gets rocky.” You add. He shakes his head, “Nah, baby. I told you he’s harmless right.” You look at him, “Okay.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, “Ight. We are going at night. My boy watched him. Said he usually leaves the trap house by himself.” You just nod your head and mentally prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

So around 11, you two go to Yahya’s new trap spot and creep inside. Darnell suggests that you two split up so that you two can find the valuables more easily. You agree with the idea and instantly regret it. Darnell starts being super loud. You two aren’t even in the same room, but you can hear breaking shit and heavy footsteps. Suddenly, it quiets down. You think Darnell has found the valuables he needs and now he’s off to kill Yahya. But instead, you hear a voice call out.

“Who the fuck is there?” The voice asks.

You hide behind boxes with some product in them and look around to see this Yahya. He is very muscular and tall. You bite your lips at him, but then you get yourself back into focus.

Suddenly, something knocks a box down, giving away your cover. Yahya rushes to you, pins you against a wall, and puts a knife to your neck.

“Who the hell are you?!” He says, almost shouting at you as he looks you up and down. You don’t say anything, just look up at the ceiling.

Your silence makes Yahya mad. You don’t care. Especially when you see Darnell creeping past the door. You start to grin, thinking your man is about to save you and shoot Yahya. But he doesn’t. He smiles and waves at you, sneaks out the door, and leaves you there. Your grin drops.

You should have known that something was up when you woke up from that nap. He was being too damn nice and HE apologized. Darnell never apologizes, even when he knows he’s wrong. Your heart shatters in a million pieces. You can’t believe this shit! Your first love really set you up.

Yahya pushes the knife a bit deeper. “I said who the fuck are you?” He repeats himself, louder to make sure you can hear him. Your sadness turns to anger quickly, “You should know, fuck nigga. You wanted to kill me for killing your cousin.” You say as you roll your eyes. He looks at you, “What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “You wanted to kill me and Darnell. Over your cousin … Jayshawn.” He looks at you and laughs, “Ion care about no damn Jayshawn. I didn’t fuck with him. Blood or not. Besides, he died from being a dumbass.” He laughs some more and drops you on the floor. “Should have strapped up, careless ass nigga.”

You sigh, feeling like a damn fool. You stand up and brush yourself off. This shit is so embarrassing.

“So tell me for real, why you here?” He questions you and you tell him the short version of the story, “My boyfriend told me that you wanted to kill us because you wanted revenge for your cousin.” He chuckles, “Sounds like your lil boyfriend just wanted your ass gone.” His chuckle becomes a hard laugh. You roll your eyes, “Well, not to rain on your parade, but he stole some of your product and your money while he was here.” He shrugs, “I can make that money back easily. And that product he stole ain’t shit. Mid at best. I’m looking for a new supplier anyway.” You just mug him, “Good the fuck for you.” He laughs, “Don’t be mad at me. Be mad at your nigga or whatever for setting you up.” You shake your head, “Yeah yeah. Whatever.”

You don’t even fight to win the petty ass argument with him. You’re so heartbroken and honestly where the fuck has arguing got you, anyways. Heartbroken and homeless. You sigh and start walking away.

“Aye! Aye!” He calls out. “Work with me.” He says. You turn around, “What?” You walk back to him. “Work with me.” He says, licking his lips at you. “What makes you think I can run the game for real? You see I just got set up. You saw how I was just finna give up and let you kill me.” You list your reasons. He just smiles at you, “I wouldn’t have known where you were if the box didn’t fall. That nigga was the only reason you got caught. Possibly threw this over here.” He says as he picks up a rock.

You stand there, contemplating. Should you work with Yahya? You don’t know him. He could eventually do the same thing as Darnell did to you. You don’t know why he even went to jail. You look at him as he puts his hand out. He gets you when he says:

“We can get revenge on Darnell if you would like that.” You smile and shake his hand, “Glad to do business with you.” He laughs.

While working with Yahya, your life got way better. You’re well-respected in the streets. Everyone knows that fuck with you, they fuck with Yahya and that’s not something they want to do.

You’re closer with your mom and you two speak every day. She doesn’t like that you’re still in the game, but she loves your new partner because he doesn’t have you doing crazy things. Another plus for her, you both spoil her, so it’s a win-win for her.

After sleeping in the trap house for a while, you finally had enough to buy your first house and a little extra to decorate how you wanted. It was nice to not have to clean every damn day after two grown-ass men. It was relaxing to be able to walk around the house butt-ass naked finally.

You decided from then on, that you’d never mix your pleasure with your street business ever again.

Working with Yahya also means random bitches always interfere with work. They pop up at the trap house, trying to be under him and watch you as IF you want him. You don’t know how many times you had to tell these bitches off because they try to say something about you being too close to him or they’re even going to take your spot and be the only woman in his life. You reassure these bitches, they’re definitely not the only ones.

And don’t even forget about trying to work when Yahya is horny. If his phone dings and it’s one of his bitches, meeting over with. He will rush to drop some dick off in them. Or he gives her a quickie in the trap house and you are just stuck there listening for what feels like an eternity.

Currently, you are sitting in the trap house, listening to Yahya crack this girl in the other room. It’s so aggravating. Today is product day. Yahya gives you and the rest of the team some products and you guys move it. You take this opportunity to talk to Yahya about this plan you had. You two were in the middle of talking about your revenge on Darnell's greasy ass and then Miss. Brittani delulu decides to pop up so she can get her daily dose of dick.

When they return, Yahya buckles up his pants as she fixes her little sundress and her haYou roll your eyes in disgust. Yahya stands there, cupping her ass, telling her that he’ll see her again, and how he’ll be thinking about that pussy. You roll your eyes and scoff. It’s the same thing he tells all the others. Brittani looks over at you and she starts mugging you.

“You’re just jealous that he wants me and not your street rat ass.” She says to you. You look at Yahya, “Please, kick her out so we can work. Please.” You look back down at your phone, trying to spare her. “Bitch, you don’t rush me. You’re nothing. I’m a goddess. He loves me.” You sigh and look at her, “Sweetheart, you’re just another body on his list, let alone you’re the fifth bitch that fucked him in the bathroom this week. Please… tread the fuck lightly.” Brittani looks at Yahya and storms off. He chuckles at you as he sits down in his chair, “Damn, Y/N. You going to leave a nigga with no bitches.” You shrug, “She’ll be back. You know she’s delusional for your ass.” You look back at your phone.

“So, why you so impatient today?” Yahya asks you. You roll your eyes, “Again, I want to get Darnell back now since he has to lay low. He just robbed that boy, Stacy, so Darnell will be off the radar at his uncle's house. It’s an easy job. We can’t fuck up.” Yahya looks at you, “What about his uncle?” You lean back, “It’s Tuesday and his gummy bear uncle goes out, getting shitty drunk, playing bingo.”He laughs, “You always talk shit about that man uncle.” You roll your eyes, “Cause he’s mad weird.”

You two discuss the plan with no interruption at all. The plan is wonderfully crafted. Yahya couldn’t do anything but compliment your smarts. Then you two stand up together and you adjust your shorts that have found their way up your thigh. You look up Yahya. Finally, you notice that he is staring hard as hell at you.

“What, nigga?” You laugh. Yahya chuckles and walks closer to you. “You know you be looking good as hell to me.” He says. You roll your eyes, “Didn’t you just fuck your daily bop of the day?” You laugh at his desperation to fuck. “Don’t even worry about all that for real.” He pulls you close and grips your ass, “I want you now, so what is up?”

This is the hardest part about working with Yahya. The sexual fucking tension between you two. Working with a fine black man as a beautiful ass black woman. There’s never a moment where he’s not discussing how you should just let a nigga fuck. And he’s a smooth talker. Even though you say you’ll never mix pleasure with business, it’s kinda hard to focus on that with your back pinned up against a wall, listening to a man begging to fuck you, as he feels on your body.

“Yahya… I told you. I’m not mixing business and pleasure no more.” You yelp out as he pops your thigh. “You gonna make me beg? C’mon, show me that body.” He says before kissing your neck, moving up to your jawline and to your ear to whisper, “That perfect ass body.” He smirks and pulls you closer to his body, thrusting his hips slowly into you, making you feel how hard you make him.

You about to lose it. Your biggest rule is almost out the window. You always knew he was just walking around with a big dick. Hell, he couldn’t have all these random bitches with a small one. But you remember he has a roster of women, which makes it easier to bring that moral back in and push Yahya away from you.

“Nah.” You smile and laugh. He sucks his teeth, “You gon’ let me fuck eventually. You know you want me like I want you.” You shake your head, “Nope.” You lie to him.

He chuckles. Reading right through your lie. But he lets you go freely. Knowing that you’re going to give in eventually. You grab your bag and put it on your arm. You distribute the product you had and go home to relax for the rest of the day until it is time to put the plan in motion.

Around midnight, you swing by to get Yahya for the mission. He comes out of his house dressed similarly to you. You both had on all black. You drive to the abandoned parking lot that’s not that far from Darnell’s location.

You look at Yahya, “Are you ready?” He looks at you, “I should be asking you. You have chemistry with this nigga.” You raise your eyebrow, “No. Had. And the chemistry was one-sided. I loved him. He loved that I was a housewife, always gave him pussy ‘til his uncle started being creepy, and helped him do his job.”

You roll your eyes. The months you’ve been single made you realize a lot of things that were absolutely wrong with that relationship. Darnell LET his uncle say sexual things to you. He never protected you from it. Just act like it was nothing serious. The relationship was always 100/0. You never got anything in the relationship, yet you always had to please him and put up with his shit. Love just blinded you from seeing the unhealthy things of that relationship.

You two get out and creep down the alleyway, making sure to get caught. Once you get there, you two see an unfamiliar white car in the driveway.

“Thought you said he’d be home alone?” He asks you. “I mean, I thought so. That’s not his uncle's car.” You shrug and slide your foot through the opened window. “Aye, Y/N, what you doing?” He whispers to you. You just look at him, “I am going inside. Not letting this stop me.” Yahya chuckles, “You just want him gone, huh?” You look at Yahya, “Duh.”

You go inside and soon after Yahya follows you inside. The house has definitely seen better days. The house had a mildew smell. You can see in the dim kitchen that the sink was full of dirty dishes. Two trash bags were on the floor, while the one in the bin was filled to the brim. There was trash everywhere in the house. It was kind of hard to walk slowly without stepping on it.

You two creep upstairs and start hearing noises. You lean on the wall and Yahya leans next to you. You look at him and in the dark, you can see his eyes telling you to peek inside before you go in. You look inside and your skin starts to boil. This nigga is giving backshots to that bitch India. And you know it’s her because her flower-tatted ass. You turn your head to Yahya.

“It’s just my replacement.” You whisper to him. “So we good?” He asks you. You nod, “Yeah. Definitely good.”

You wait for a minute and then you burst into the room with Yahya. Darnell pulls out and lays on the bed and India covers her body up, crying begging for mercy.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” You say. You raise your gun to Darnell, “Hey baby. You missed me?” You give him a wicked smile.

Darnell starts stuttering your name out as you get closer to him, begging for you not to kill him, but you do anyway. India starts crying and screaming. Once she’s over the initial shock, she pushes you and tries to run out of the room. Yahya blocks her way hovers over her and points the gun at her.

“No witnesses, lil mama.” He says in a husky muffled voice. It honestly sends shivers down your spine, but once you hear the gunshot ring, you are back to reality.

You look down and see the lifeless bodies. The end of Darnell and India’s stories. You two creep out the backdoor since it’s the quickest way back to the alleyway. So many thoughts run through your mind. It feels so good to get revenge. Not just for him setting you up, but just for being a horrible boyfriend to you. You didn’t deserve all that shit.

You two slip into your car and you ride off to Yahya’s house to drop him off. It was quiet. Mainly cause you’re still in your head. On the one hand, you’re happy as hell. But on the other hand, you couldn’t help the remorseful feeling you had. You killed someone’s son, someone’s best friend, someone’s favorite person, and even though you hated his ass, someone’s nephew. And even though you didn’t care for India, you killed someone’s daughter. And not just someone’s, Robert Jackson’s daughter.

Your stomach begins to get queasy. Your hands start shaking on the wheel. You try to think about something else so you won’t be so tense while driving. You start thinking about what you will do while staying off the radar. Maybe learn a new hobby or maybe get back into writing.

At a red light, you look over at Yahya. You see he’s just been eyeing you. He wasn’t checking you out, he was trying to figure out what’s on your mind. You smile at him, hoping he can’t read that you’re starting to feel guilty.

“So what are you going to do while you keep a low profile?” You ask him. He looks at you, “Low profile? Why do I need to lay low?” You look at him, “You just killed a drug dealer’s daughter. A big drug dealer at that, Yahya.” He looks at you, “And? What does that mean to me?” You look at him, “You know he is going to send his boys on you?” He leans back in his seat, “Yeah, but who’s really going to be stupid enough to kill me?” He says, all arrogant and you roll your eyes, which makes him laugh, “Nah, all serious though. I like to walk around with a target on my chest every day. If niggas see me, they just see me. Nine times outta ten, they not gon’ do shit.”

You look at him like he’s a crazy man, “Well, I am.” You say as you resume driving. “I hate being a target. And I am definitely one now.” You sigh, “I just hate that now I have to do it by myself.” He looks at you, “I’ll spend it with you.” He starts, “Well, if you don’t mind.” You smile, “Yeah. If you don’t mind not fucking your hoes for a while.” He chuckles, “I have self-control.”

You two laugh, knowing damn well that he doesn’t have self-control. He’s a horny dog. You were curious though on why he would want to lay with you, knowing you won’t let him fuck any random women in your home. Knowing that you won’t even let him fuck you.

“So why you want to spend it with me?” You ask him. He breathes in before talking, “To protect you, let you feel safe about this, so you won’t be in your head the whole time and spooking yourself. So you won’t be alone.” He touches your shoulder.

You smile, almost shed a tear. It feels good to know someone is willing to protect you during this time. You arrive at Yahya’s house and park on the curb. You wait as he packs his things. A few minutes later, he moves his car into the garage and walks back to your car. He throws his bag in the back and gets in. You drive to your place and drive your car in your garage. He gets his bag and you two head inside.

As you get inside, you tell Yahya that you are about to hop in the shower and sleep afterward and you tell him where the guest room is. You go into your room, strip down, and head to your bathroom. You shower, making sure you get squeaky clean. After your shower, you get dressed in an oversized shirt. No bra and panties. You relax your body on your bed and close your eyes.

… … …

You couldn’t sleep. Every time you close your eyes, you see Darnell’s body. You didn’t understand. You killed people before, why is Darnell’s death fucking with you? You sigh and get out of your bed. Slowly, you walk to the guest room and lightly tap on the door. Yahya opens the door and leans on the doorframe. His tall muscular body hovers over you. He was wearing basketball shorts and a gray tank top.

“Can I come in?” You ask him. He shakes his head yes and moves out of the way for you. He lays back down and pats the bed, “Come on, lay down.” You smile and lie down next to him. He puts the blanket on you and wraps his arm around you. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N. I got you.”

As the days went by, you had a lot of fun with Yahya. You two play card games and watch movies. He even helps you learn a new hobby, drawing and painting. Yahya was still leaving to handle things at the trap house. When he comes back, you have a hot meal waiting for him.

You learn more about each other. Yahya always wanted to be an architect, but because he went to jail for armed robbery. Since he was 17, he got charged as an adult, but he got a minimum of ten years since he was young and he didn’t have much involvement in it. Eight years later, he got out early for good behavior, even though he was far from being good in jail. Since he couldn’t get a job as an architect, he turned back to what he knew. The streets.

Your dreams for your future job have always changed. You wanted to be a singer, but you didn’t like the idea of singing in front of millions of people. You wanted to be a writer, but you think your writings are ass and not tasteful for anyone, but yourself. You wanted to do hair, but you met Darnell, so then you decided to just be a basketball player’s wife. That took a turn and you became a drug dealer’s toy and followed him in the streets and did dirty jobs with him.

Yahya is at the trap house today. He told you that he was going to be back a little late. You decide to clean around the house and do some laundry. You finish that and Yahya still wasn’t here. So you go to your office and you write some ideas for your next story. Yahya still wasn’t here. You decide to cook dinner and he finally comes to the house. It’s like he knows when you’re done cooking.

“Sorry, I am late. Moni ran into some problems. Had to help her.” He walks to the kitchen and wash his hands. You look at him, examining the fact that he has blood on his shirt. You clear your throat and point to the stain. He looks at it, “Oh shit! I didn’t know that was there.” You laugh, “Well, is Moni okay?” He shakes his head, “Yeah, just shaken up. Some guys tried to rob her as she was walking out.” He takes off the blood-stained button-up shirt.

You try not to, but you replay the way he unbuttoned it. Slowly revealing his abs. He takes the shirt off, showing those muscular arms that you wish could wrap around your body. Wishing that for a few moments, you weren’t so hellbent on not mixing business with pleasure.

“Go shower, so you can eat.” You tell him. He chuckles, “Yes, ma’am. I will, mama.” He walks upstairs.

You lean on the counter. You know he meant it in a teasing way, but it still did something for you in between your thighs. He was undeniably fine. He is your type of man. He walks around with facial expressions of confidence and besides Robert, he’s the second feared man in the city, which makes you even more wetter thinking when you catch yourself thinking of him.

He comes downstairs in a white tee and grey sweats. You two fix your plates and eat at the dinner table. He compliments your cooking as usual. You try to wash the dishes, but he tells you to go sit down. You don’t argue with him. You sit down and start reading some of your works.

“What are you reading?” Yahya says a few minutes later. He sits down next to you as You close the binder quickly. “Uh… nothing.” You smile. “C’mon, tell me.” He says and you just shake your head.

He looks at you a while before grabbing the blue binder and opening it. You try to take it back, but he moves it away from you. You sigh and laugh at his childish ass. He opens it and examines it at first.

“You wrote this?” He raises his eyebrow at you. You look down, “Uh, yeah.” He chuckles, “This is nice.” He smiles at you.

He starts to read your story out loud. His husky voice was soothing and helped bring the characters together in your head. Then he gets to the sexual parts, and his voice is giving you the best eargasm, as well as bringing you close to an orgasm.

Your thighs rub against each other. Then, you feel his hand raise from your leg to your thighs. Your eyes meet his and you stare for a while before he kisses you. You didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back. He pulls you on top of him and grips your waist tightly. Then, he stops and moves you away from him.

“I'm sorry. I know you said that you're not mixing business and pleasure.” He says and looks at you. You just look at him, feeling hazy. The kiss was intoxicating. You had to do it again.

You damn near jump in his lap and kiss him. He is shocked, but he pulls your body close to his as he kisses you back. You lay back on the couch and he is in between your legs. He pins your wrists, together, and kisses your neck. He goes up your jawline and tugs your ear.

“So you going to give me that pussy now?” He whispers in your ear. He thrust himself onto you. Your eyes roll back to your, “Fuck Yahya. Yes.” You cooed out to him.

He smiles and picks you up to take you to your bedroom. So many thoughts were running through your head. You felt his dick brushing against your shorts. His dick is too big. Will he even fit? You were nervous, but you needed to feel him deep inside of you.

Your thoughts are interrupted as your back touches your dresser. Your shirt, shorts, and underwear go flying everywhere in your room. He walks back a bit and admires your body. You couldn’t help but smile and look down.

“No. Look at me.” He says. You look at him. Your smile was bright enough to white the room. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.” He walks back to you, kisses you, and lowers down to your neck. “Your body is so perfect.” His breath tickles your neck.

He massages your left breast and sucks on the right. Your body shivers and gets covered in goosebumps. He rubs your body, lowers down to kiss your stomach, and spreads your legs apart. He looks at your sticky wet mess in between your legs. He practically starts drooling over it.

You giggle and snap your fingers, “Sir, are you okay?’ He chuckles, “Yeah, yeah. My bad.” He says as he pushes your back against the mirror behind you and rubs your slit. Your body hitches up, “Oh fuck!” He lowers down and dips his tongue inside for a taste and he couldn’t get enough.

He starts eating you out and you bite your moan in. He pops your thigh. “Let me hear you, mamas.” Your mouth hangs up and you moan. He smiles and flicks your clit as he adds a finger in. You grip his head and push him deeper into your pussy. “Shit, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” His fingers curve, making you cry out.

He nibs and bites on your clit, adding another finger, and you lose your mind. You grip the sheets and look down at him as you start riding his face, feeling your body get closer to your climax. He looks up at you and pulls your body closer to him so he can devour your pussy more. Your body jerks up and you let out a sudden scream as you let go of your orgasm.

You catch your breath and look down at him, pulling him up to kiss him so you can taste yourself on his lips. He slips his tongue in your mouth and explores around. He scoops you off the dresser and lays you on your silk-covered bed without breaking the kiss. You hear his pants unzip and the ruffling of his pants and boxers going down to the floor. You feel his dick glide on your clit. He eases his tip inside you. You gasp and jerk your body.

“No, no! It’s too big.” You try to stop him. He kisses your neck, “It’s okay. It’s okay, mamas.” He wipes your tears away. “I got you.” He kisses your cheek. You breathe and try to relax as the initial stingy sensation washes over your body. He eases the rest of himself inside you and holds himself right there. “You can move.” You tell him, once you get a bit used to him.

He doesn’t move. Instead, he looks into your eyes, with a smirk, “Beg for it.” He gives you a deep slow stroke, making your eyes widen “Oh shit.” You drag the moan out of your mouth.

You knew why he wanted you to beg. Because you held out on giving him pussy for months. You’re not the type to beg, never begged in your life. But over this dick, you had to. “Yahya, please. Please fuck me.” You whimper as his strokes get slower and slower. With a cheeky smile, he drives his dick inside you at a rapid pace. This is what you wanted. This is what you need.

He pins your feet behind your head, getting deeper into your stomach. He is where you need his dick to be. Pleasure begins filling your body up. It’s too much. You push him away a bit, “Yahya, wait… it’s too much.” He pins your wrists to your ankles, putting more pressure on your stomach, “Nah, take it. You keep this wet ass pussy away from me.” He groans before slamming inside you.

You close your eyes and whine out. You wish you would have never held back from getting fucked by him if you knew he was this good at fucking. He lets your hands go and comes down tongue-kiss you. You wrap your hands around his neck. He starts going faster, hitting your spot over and over again.

You gasp and break the kiss, “Fuck! Fuck! Right there, right there.” You beg him to keep hitting that spot. “That’s what you want? You want me to make that pussy come for me.” He groans, looking down at you.

You’re a broken record, whimpering the word yes over and over. He smiles and kisses your neck. You convulse around his dick as you're getting closer to your climax again. Your body arches up as you cum. Yahya’s strokes begin getting sloppy, making a squelch sound. He floods his nut inside you. He rests his head on your neck and catches his breath.

He gets up off you and stands up to examine your exhausted body. You lift your head to look at him. He smiles and looks at you with a smirk. “If you think I can go again, you’re a madman.” You laugh and lay your head back on your bed. “Nah, I just want you to clean this dick up.” His smirk grows.

You laugh and look at him. His dick was still hard. You had to show the fuck out when giving this man head. For fucking you like that, you wanted to place him on a high throne for blessing you with good dick like that. You get on your knees and you place his dick in your mouth. You bob your head up and down.

He throws his head back, “Shit.” He grips your head and starts fucking your mouth. He goes faster, making his dick hit the back of your throat. “Shit mamas. You tryna make me cum again. I just clean it.”

You pop his dick out your mouth and spit on it to get it wet. As your saliva drips to his balls, you catch it and start sucking on his balls. Your hand starts stroking his thick shaft fast. You start tasting his precum, giggling. “Nut for me, daddy.”

You come back up and suck his dick again, faster this time. His body starts shivering as he looks down at you. “You are crazy.” He groans as his dick begins to twitch in your mouth. A second later, he starts coming into your mouth. You swallow and look at him.

He falls back on the bed and face palms. “Shit! That was amazing.” You lay on his chest, “Yes it was.” You giggle and kiss his glistening sweaty chest. “Should have let me do that sooner.” He says before kissing your forehead. You yawn, “Yeah. I definitely should have.”

You are happy you threw that rule out of the way. Because you just got the best dick your pussy has ever had. But you couldn’t help but think how it would affect your relationship and your work with Yahya or if would it affect it at all. You shrug, putting off as a problem future you would have to deal with. Besides, you’re not going to let your thoughts ruin your high from the amazing sex you just had.

You two lay in bed talking for a bit, until you hear light snores coming from Yahya. You laugh quietly, kiss his cheek, and go to sleep.

[craftyempathpatroldiplomat]

Shay with black manta like suit for my fanfiction, Atlantean Prince. It's not the best but I love it hope you due read my fic have a great day/night

[starwalker03]

Is Vandal Savage disappointed Black Manta messed Kaldur up instead of making something useful out of him like Slade and Queen Bee did to their kids? Do other Light members have thoughts on how Kaldur ended up? 

Oh absolutely. Abso-fucking-lutely. It probably pisses him off to. Vandal's thing is he never wastes a resource he could potentially use, and Kaldur? One hell of a fucking resource. If Manta played things right he could be leading the bloody militia himself by now. Vandal probably hoped as much would happen so he could manipulate Kaldur for his own gain and use him to usurp his father, because he doesn't fully trust Manta's current loyalty much further than the fact that the light is Manta's best bet at taking over Atlantis.

And then there's the other light members. They probably don't care too much cause it's not their business and Manta doesn't exactly talk about it all that much but like. Bee and Slade managed to be civil enough to send m'gaan and Dick on missions together for their own personal gains.

It's really just a lot of disappointment because they assumed Manta's manipulation skills were better. And like, Kaldur would've been an impressive tool of he'd played his cards right. But Manta never hoped for that, he just wanted Kaldur to be his son. So here we are.

[kingarthurcurry]

hello! i wrote an Aquamanta fanfic :)

i think this ship deserves more love, so feel free to send me requests!!

[killawhore]

Wanted » David Hyde alias Black Manta

David wuchs in keinem einfachen Haus auf. Sein Vater war streng mit ihm und versuchte ihn von klein an stark zu machen, da er glaubte ein schwarzer Mann musste unritterlich sein um in der Welt zu überleben. Als erwachsener wurde David zu einem Schatzjäger und war bekannt dafür nicht zimperlich zu sein um seine Ziele zu erreichen. Dabei lernte er auch von der Existenz von Atlantis und all seinen Schätzen. Dieses Ziel brachte David auch öfter mit Aquaman in kontakt und er entwickelte sich zu seinem Erzfeind. Da er aber als normaler Mensch diesem wenig entgegenzusetzen hatte, bedient er sich modernster Technik und gefährlichen Waffen und ist seither als Black Manta bekannt.

Faceclaim/Idol/Avatarvorschlag:

Yahya Abdoul-Mateen || , Idris Elba

Zum Gesuch

[moonsaver]

Introductory post.

hello, please call me moon, or moonsaver.

I now have a blog on AO3 – my user is Moonsaving.

As my name suggests, I like the moon. But to be honest, I like the sun more, which is why my blog is more gold and black themed, haha.

I use she/her pronouns, and am cis-female. I am an INFP, 4w5 and phlegmatic. My favorite food is ice cream. My favorite color is bottleneck green. I write, but also sometimes draw. I like reading about different "human" species [Neanderthals specifically]. And also any character analysis. My favorite animal is a Manta-ray. My favorite artist is Mitski. I tend to like characters that are INTJ or ISTJ. Of course, some exceptions apply.

my favorite characters :

- genshin - dainsleif, neuvillette, zhongli, alhaitham, thoma, ningguang, candace, dehya

- honkai - stelle, welt, jing yuan, sunday, dr ratio

Fandoms i write for, so far:

- Genshin Impact [excluding the natlan characters]

- Honkai Star Rail

- [Maybe] Twisted Wonderland

Trigger/Content warnings + other cautions;

None of the characters i write for, are owned by me and neither do i claim any ownership over them. All of my works are simply fiction.

Life should not imitate art – I do not condone the acts of violence, stalking, or any toxic behaviors involved in my writing in real life. It is all completely fiction. If you or someone you know exhibits similar behaviors, do not enable it and reach out for help. It is not normal outside of fiction.

On that note – I mainly write yanderes. Writing that contain yanderes may include stalking, violence, suggested noncon or dubcon, etc.. please be mindful while scrolling through my blog. Feel free to block me if my works disturb you.

Do not repost my writing anywhere without my permission. The characters and the setting does not belong to me, but the fanfiction does. Please do not post these works anywhere, nor use them as data to feed AI. If you might recognize my writing somewhere, please inform me immediately.

Rules for requesting

No nsfw. Suggestive is fine.

Yandere x reader is welcomed here.

only character x reader. Unfortunately, I am not interested in character x character.

child reader and child characters can only have platonic requests. No yandere can be requested for these.

Incest, step-cest and age gaps are not allowed here. I know, what a surprise Im picky about it, right? But I have my limits even while writing yandere stuff.

I mainly write gender neutral and fem reader. Please specify, or i may assume it myself.

I will write how i please if not specified. Hcs, scenarios, drabbles, imagines.. anything is welcome.

On that note, i do not necessarily do matchups. Im just not good at that. I can not tell you which character would have what preferences on will, unless i already have a good grasp of the character and know the context specifically. I can not offer opinions on what a character might like or dislike in a person, what they might see platonically or romantically in a person. I simply write as I feel.

i take time. Im just lazy.

feel free to send prompts, although i may not be able to implement it well.

i will automatically assume it is romantic if not specified between platonic or romantic request.

[internetspacegirl]

InternetSpaceGirl - Master Post

Hi, my name's Enid! I'm a Writer/Video Editor and sometimes when I'm feeling up to it I draw some Pixel Art :)

I run a fictional journalism site (Celestial Publishing) under the alias @foxwithakeyboard (which has its own Tumblr Blog).

Here's a list of the Articles:

The New “Nicolet High School”

The “Hunters” Internet Cult

A New Revolutionary Blogging App

I post fanfics to AO3 with the username InternetSpacegirl and here's a list of all my Fics (Top is newest):

Dreaming of a Better Space in Time - She-Ra Breakfast Club AU

Black Vein (written at age 12)

Here's a list of all my pixel art I've done:

The Ferryman - Before Your Eyes

A Rose

Sticks The Badger - Sonic Boom

Windows XP Wallpaper

Future Catra - She-Ra

Toothless - How To Train Your Dragon

Octavia - Helluva Boss

Adora - She-ra

Here's some of my (good) YouTube Videos: - most recent at the top

The Entire 2b2t Timeline (Part One)

Minecraft's Legacy

A Speedrunners Rise To Fame (EazySpeezy)

some weird comments on my channel...

Making Terrible Mobile Game Ads

demotivation. (Short Story)

What's Happened on the FoxDen SMP? (Stream Summary)

My Socials:

FoxWithAKeyboard Tumblr Celestial Publishing Website AO3 Profile YouTube Twitter (ISG) Twitter (Cosmic) Letterboxd Serializd

Whilst I'm here, I'm gonna promote my partners stuff because they're amazing and deserve SO much <3 They're an amazing writer and they're really funny and cool so I'm gonna link their Tumblr

And some of my favourite fics that they've written :>>

say what you mean (i want to be with you) - Six of Crows and fall apart - She-Ra lovefool - Wednesday manta rays (all for you) - She-Ra just leave the party with me (and never go home) - She-Ra

Here are some Google Docs I've written because why not:

Why I Love Declan McKenna

Note: i reblog a bunch of my stuff if people don't see it if im like proud of it so sorry if u see the same piece of fanfiction or pixel art etc multiple times i am sorry 🙏

[aurora-light-blog]

A sequel fanfiction

After watching Justice League: Gods and Monsters, here are my thoughts. Interesting concept and nice storyline 😊 Lackluster beginning in my opinion, they could have removed the Krypton part and had that as a reveal in the middle. The ending was a bit of a letdown. With Bekka/ Wonder Woman gone, the team isn’t much of a league with two members. I don’t know what the creators were thinking if they meant for this to be a series. They should have had some hook or sneak peek of possible character to be added. Regardless, it wasn’t bad. I had watched all three short teasers and liked them.

*Spoilers* On the theme of more characters, my fanfiction “Sea Monsters and Aliens” added two new members to the league: White Martian, Eri’mentha and David Hyde, Black Manta. Since they already had a villain be a hero in this universe (Kirk Langstrom), I added David Hyde as the hero Manta. Eri’menta aka Lady Mars is an original character with a connection to J’onn J’onzz. Bruce Wayne makes an appearance in this as well as the Lantern Corp.

It was fun creating a sequel for the movie because it gave me a chance to play with some Elseworld ideas. What if Aquaman didn’t exist? What if the Waynes didn’t die, what would be the outcome for Bruce Wayne? What if there was another little boy Brainaic from the animated short “Bomb”? Anyway, it has been posted Sea Monsters and Aliens - DarthChocolate - Justice League: Gods and Monsters (2015) [Archive of Our Own] . Take care.

[imahungrynacho]

If y’all like Aquaman and doubly like either Black Manta or Orm, I’d give it a read. It’s AWESOME.

Yes, i occasionally draw DC stuff. xD

A Fanart i did for the amazing fanfic "Landfall", written by @princess-oldguy !! A fantastic Orm/David Slow Burn with pining, denial, sass, and amazing plot.

Here is the link to this wonderful work- https://archiveofourown.org/works/17251937/chapters/40570574

And thank you again for liking my art !! (Sorry for the unbelievable amount of time i waited before posting it. xD)

[shinobirain24]

Kraken (Year 2036)

Real name: Ka'liah

Alias: Kraken (alter-ego)

Gender: female

Hair color: Silver

Eye color: Brown

Family: Unnamed paternal grandfather (deceased), David Hyde/Black Manta (father), Kaldur'ram (paternal older half-brother), unnamed mother

Species: Atlantean/human hybrid

Affiliation: Manta Rays, The Void, The Light

Occupation: Member of the Void (undercover), The Light (true fealty), Second-in-command of the Manta Rays, Female Furies, pirate, assassin

Abilities and skills:

Hydrokenisis

Electricity

Water-bearers

Atlantean physiology

Superhuman strength

Biography:

Ka'liah was born to Aquaman's arch-enemy, Black Manta and an unknown female Atlantean, who was one of his followers. She is Kaldur'ram's (the current Aquaman's) younger half-sister, whom she hated for betraying their father.

Ka'liah becomes the instrument for revenge, not only against Atlantis, but also against her older brother, for not siding with Black Manta. She has trained and studied Kaldur'ram's abilities and mastering them, becoming Black Manta's protege, known as Kraken (a sea creature of Greek mythology). Kraken became second-in-command of her father's organization, the Manta Rays.

Ka'liah grew up believing that being ruthless and cunning is the way of survival. Kaldur'ram did not know about his half-sister. Her assignment from her father was to go undercover to join Blackfire, whom she conspire with Darkseid against The Light, and to eliminate the Atlantean Royal family.

Ka'liah was assigned to the Female Furies, since her deadly skills were enough to join in the group. She would then begin her hunt on Prince Artur, the heir to the throne of Atlantis, but to no avail when they all remained hidden from plain sight. But she remained focus on eliminating her brother.

Then Kraken was sent to bring Lian Harper, Cheshire's daughter, to Apokolips for her and the young girl to become Female Furies in order to go undercover in finding out the Void's true intentions. Only for the mission to fail as Lian broke free of their control and escaped.

Kraken informed her father about this, and Black Manta ordered her to eliminate Lian. But unknown to Kraken, she would become her adversary when Lian becomes Speedy.

Personality:

Unlike her calm and collected half-brother, Ka'liah is a viscous and cold assassin and pirate loyal to her father, Black Manta and the Light. Harboring hatred towards Kaldur'ram, despite not having met him, but was determined to eliminate him for betraying their own father. Trusting no one but her father alone.

Honored by the opportunity to become a member of the Light, she took on the mantle of Kraken, a reference of one of the monsters from Greek mythology. To Kraken, it is her way of survival.

Despite being a member of the Void, Kraken's true intentions was to secure the victory for the Light and would not care about innocent people dying at the hands of the Furies and Darkseid.

Though Ka'liah would follow her father's orders without question, she would not hesitate to protect him despite his evil ways, showing that due to being raised by Black Manta the longest, which is made clear that father and daughter is a close familial relationship.

[nikkilancaco]

Something Ineffably Great

Hi guys! So if you’ve been following me you’ll know I’ve wholeheartedly jumped onto the Good Omens train. I was so inspired by the book and show that I just had to write a fanfiction. Now this fanfiction doesn’t involve any mature content, so far at least, and its my take on some of the angel and demon lore. It is focus on two characters who work in the Human Affairs departments in their respective sides and how they have been keeping Aziraphale and Crowley's interactions under the radar. 

I accept constructive criticism lol

Also please tell me if I’m stereotyping things and or people. I would like to know these things

Something Ineffably Great 

Chapter 1:

Roughly thirty minutes before the end of the world, somewhere on the moon :

There was a large, warm, fuzzy, blue blanket laid out on the grey dusty ground. The corners would disobediently float up, but a sharp eyed glare from the being laying on it would immediately rectify the situation. 

This being, one of ethereal qualities, was a whole five foot two, had long, luxurious, dark chocolate hair that was braided neatly with gold ribbons and trailed down her back, dark skin, and startling silver eyes. Her wings, mainly white with a splattering of brown and black, were out, slumped on the ground behind her. They were surprisingly well groomed for an ethereal beings. She was wearing a long silver cloak with a white hijab. The hijab was pulled down as she played with the end of her braid.

She was currently focusing on a certain area of the Earth where… Things… were happening. Specifically End of the World things. The Great Plan seemed to be underway and going just swimmingly. She scoffed and pushed her golden circular glasses back up her nose. She didn’t technically need them but she liked them. She was distracted then by someone else joining her on the blanket. They brushed their hand along the fluff once settling,   

“Hi Melekasia, I like the glasses” The other being greeted and shook the moon dust off her wings. There were two sets of them and were a midnight blue, almost black, and refracted light into them in a manner the ocean does. If you looked closely, there was a shadow that moved within them, shifting from one form to another. A shark to a manta ray to a whale. It did what it wanted. 

This new addition to the landscape brushed a coffee colored hand through her springy black hair to get some more dust off. She had it cut short to her scalp and Melekasia saw that she had a pretty silver ear jackets that resembled flowery vines. She was wearing a flattering and colorful dress that complemented her roundness. Her grey green eyes met the others.

“Lilith! It’s good to see you again,” Melekasia said while adjusting her glasses in appreciation. No one Upstairs had noticed. They don’t notice a lot of things. “How are -er - Things … on your end?” She would have pointedly glanced down but as they were on the moon, they significance of that action would’ve been lost. Gladly Lilith understood.

“Dagon and Beelzebub are gathering the troops and all that. Hastur was screaming about being discorporated by that ‘Damned Snake’. It was surprisingly easy to sneak out to meet you when he came barreling in, then again I’m kinda free to do what I want.” She said dismissively, watching as the shadow moved down her shoulder, shifted from a crab to an eel and proceeded to chase its tail while circling down her arm. Apparently it was bored. Shaking her head, Lilith continued, “The only question I was asked was why I was heading to the moon at such a time. I just told them that I wanted to see what the mayhem looked like from space.” She shrugged, glancing back at Melekasia when she snorted.

“I used the same excuse, believe it or not.” She chuckled. “They said since I work in Surveillance of Human Affairs and have been doing a stellar job of it since the beginning of time, that I deserved a bit of a breather before It begins and I lose my job.” She said sarcastically. 

And she has been very good at her job too. So good in fact that she’s been able to cover up the fact that a Principality and his Adversary have been best friends for the better part of four thousand years. Even if those two idiots weren’t ‘friends’, Melekasia wouldn’t have reported it because the Snakes meddling back in The Garden allowed her to meet one of the most delightful people, or people shaped being, she has ever met. Eve wasn’t the first woman, you know. 

“They said it like that?” Lilith inquired. She wasn’t really surprised. Based off of what she has heard from her angelic friend and other demons, heaven was stuck up and overly righteous. Not to say that Hell was much different, it just wasn’t that passive aggressive bullshit. It was just straight up aggressive. She tried not to spend too much time there and she didn’t really have to. She had special privileges. 

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As the first woman ever, and the first former human to tell God that creating a being specifically for another, just because he was lonely, without a choice was a little odd, if not a bit sexist. It’s not that Adam was a bore, but Lilith didn’t really like him much, and they didn’t get along. God could have just given the animals the ability to talk. Lillith hadn’t really understood this until a certain scaled creature had pointed it out. God, having realized she may have put a bit too much of herself into creating Lilith, gave her a choice of wings, then promptly set her free on the Earth as her own immortal being. Eve was created with more earth making her a little more open to Adam, and other things. They ended up getting along rather well.

Some of the more snobbish angels weren’t very happy at all with this outcome and slightly appalled that God was questioned in such a manner had followed Lillith despite a stern “Leave her be.” from the Almighty. One thing led to another, Lilith was thrown into an ocean, and properly pissed off, had used one of her newfound abilities to turn into a rather terrifying basilosaurus and promptly discorporated two of the four assholes harassing her with a good chomp. The other two noped their way out of there in a flash of lightning. 

About a day later, Lilith was just floating there on her back in the nude. All four wings splayed out basking in the sun. The occasional shark or stingray would come and bump against her, looking for attention and she’d absentmindedly pat them. The beating of wings distracted her and she looked at the source of the sound. She recognized the newcomer as the serpent that told her to think for herself.

“Oh! hi, it’s you,” she said happily as he slowly sunk into the water. He wasn’t very serpentine with his human suit on. All long dark, auburn hair, clear skin, and nicely manicured hands. His eyes were though, that’s how she recognized him. He had a bit of a gleeful expression on his face that conflicted with his attempt to look dark, suave and cool, but she paid it no mind. 

“That was the most brilliant thing I think I’ve ever seen,” he said while scooping a white feather out of the water as he floated next to her. “Wanted to give you a bit of space to calm down before I showed my face. Didn’t want to risk getting discorporated. I’m sure all those idiots are going to get is a slap on the wrists though, despite going against orders.” he said pensively.

“How’d you know She told everyone Up There to leave me be?” she wondered. She knew he was a demon so it didn’t make sense that he knew.

The Serpent’s mind briefly flashed back to a short, surprisingly civil conversation he had with the Guardian of the Eastern Gate the day before. “It was that kinda prissy chap who would sometimes greet you and Adam from the wall,” He can’t let people know he liked their conversations.

“I see…” She looked at him speculatively. He didn’t really seem like a demon. Yeah he had raven black wings and an absence of a Holy aura that seemed to surround the angel back in Eden, but all he’s done so far is just help people ask questions. He didn’t fit the description of ‘demon’ that God had put into her head along with other general knowledge about the world. He seemed, well, nice. Something was telling her she shouldn’t state this outloud. 

The demon flicked the golden blood splotched feather away and glanced at her with slitted yellow eyes, “Listen, I have a bit of a proposition for you. How about you come to Hell? It doesn’t look like the Other side is willing to open their arms for you. But I’m sure the Morningstar would be happy to meet you, questioning God like you did. You can think it over.” 

He was sent there to mess about, Lilith understood this, but he has also been quite kind to her and even though she knew Hell wasn’t the best place to be it did seem more welcoming than Heaven at the moment. She really didn’t want to be alone on the Earth for the next few centuries. She also knew that the demon next to her was a bit of an outlier compared with other demons, as granted by her god given powers of insight, and that others down there probably weren’t so understanding. So she mulled it over while watching clouds drift by overhead.

To be honest, Lilith didn’t want to put up with any more self righteous idiots from Heaven. Some of the more cruel things jeered by the four who followed her had involved her not being either a pure angel or evil demon. That she was some little test subject of Gods that had already failed and that she was a disgrace. She didn’t really see anyone in Heaven thinking much differently, other than the Angel of the Eastern Gate. Lilith wasn’t really sure what the demons of Hell would think about her. If she was honest, she agreed that they might see her the same way, but she understood she was neither of Heaven or Hell but somewhere in the middle. She ultimately decided that she was now a ridiculously powerful human. And being human allowed her to choose what she wanted. God did tell her to be free and then smacked a bunch of knowledge into her head with a slightly guilty feeling that lingered.

So she chose, “I’ll go with you,”

The demon had been swirling his fingers in the water watching the small fish flit through them for them past five minutes. His eyes flicked back to hers and with a triumphant smile he held out his hand, noticing that a starfish shaped shadow had moved over her left eye and was spinning, “Alright, let’s go. I’m gonna have to drop you off since I’m supposed to be staying up here, making trouble, but I’ll hand you off to what passes for the help desk down there. They should be decent enough to help you and show you the ropes. Oh, make sure you tell them your name right away.” 

Lilith gave his outstretched hand a cursory look, then proceeded to take it into her own and the two disappeared with a blip. 

It turns out demons were generally assholes, but they helped her manifest some clothing, gave her a bit of a tour of the first few circles of Hell, and told her she was free to do as she wished. She just had to pick a department. Apparently, having made God feel guilty enough to give her powers and freedom to do as she pleased made her a bit of a celebrity.

After several centuries, Lilith was a pro in the Human Affairs and On Site Punishment department. She found that beating up very terrible and horrible people on Earth was quite liberating. Bad people went to hell to be punished and she was happy to drag them down there.

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“Well naturally they were more snobby about it, I’m just filtering some of that out,” Melekasia responded while twirling her hand in front of her. This earned an amused snort from her friend.

 Lillith was about to reply with a little jab at angels when both their heads snapped to stare at the Earth. Or more specifically Tadfield. The clouds were rolling chaotically around the area and a distinct inhuman but powerful scream forced its way through the solar system. Both of them could feel the sadness and frustration that emanated from it. It ended with an air of relief and understanding.

“I think something just changed,” stated Lilith. She had always been quite receptive to the feelings and emotions of the creatures of Earth, probably because of what she is. The Anitchrist wasn’t exempt. She grabbed Melekasia’s hand and pulled her into a hopeful hug. “I felt the chaos in him clear up a bit. It’s still there but he has the steering wheel now. He’s not hurdling into a bottomless pit anymore!”

Melekasia’s silver eyes widened and she vigorously returned the hug while laughing. As an angel she could feel the panic start to fade from the humans across the Earth as fish and blood stopped raining down on them. Well most of the fish did. If she focused on a specific house belonging to a Mr. Tyler in Tadfield, she would see that where it was not raining fish a moment before, there were now salmon and trout now rolling down his roof and crushing many of his favorite flowers. 

Melekasia broke the hug with a bit of reluctance, but then miracled up her heavenly tablet. It was synced up with Heaven’s in time surveillance footage of the Earth and she typed in a command for it to focus in on Tadfeild. She had felt the general panic spike up tremendously again and realized why. 

She had heard rumors about the Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse and about what they were planning to do with all the human weapons and such. Seeing it happen in real time and feeling the despair and utter fear increase across the world made her a little sick. Lillith wasn’t looking like she was handling the influx of emotions well either. Her face had paled as she watched Pollution, War, and Famine wrap themselves around the Earth. Humanities fear was choking her and she held tightly to Melekasia’s hand to steady herself. 

“I’m the only one Down There who can actually connect and feel their emotions on such a level. Some of the demons thrive on the fear and hatred. It fuels some dark part of them that want this war. If they could only sense this…” Lilith had whispered. Her eyes had started to water and she blinked back the tears furiously. It wasn’t the time to get emotional. She needed to be level headed. She summoned her phone and made a call. It went straight to voicemail. She would have tried again but he always picks up the first time and when she asked Melekasia to search Soho for a very specific bookshop, they found it to be on fire. Now she understood why he had told her not to get involved in this mess after texting her that he was on fire.

“Shit…” Well that was one way to put it. Melekasia cleared her throat nervously and checked her notifications. She had two. One stated that the angel Aziraphale had accidentally discorporated himself, flitted around the Earth body hopping back to London, and was currently cohabiting a human woman's body heading toward the Tadfield airbase. The other was that a rather strong demonic aura was barreling toward the base. “I didn’t know Angels could do that,” she stated. 

“Well we found one, but where is his boyfriend?” Lilith worried. His text earlier didn’t help. She hoped he was okay. Even after all this time, Crowley was her only friend down there. They’d meet up for gourmet food and drinks occasionally and he’d drunkenly complain about the angel and the fourteenth century.

Her answer was given shortly when Melekasia pulled up a map in the corner of the tablet and a large red dot of power appeared, racing to the airbase. A notification on her phone told her the same thing. She read aloud,

“‘The demon Crowley has been using a large amount of his demonic power to keep together and drive a flaming car for the last 20 min.’ Oh not the Bently, he loves that car. He must have driven through the M25.” That must have been what Hastur had been complaining about.

“I really don’t think that’s the most important thing right now,” mentioned Melekasia as she brought up the video feed of said burning car. “Okay, Yeah. He’s pretty cool.” she admitted. 

“Told ya!” Lillith said proudly. Her friend deserved more recognition than he got in Hell. They watched as the car screeched to a halt at the Airbase and as its driver sashayed out. It was an aerial view and they could see a group of four kids pedaling furiously closer to the base. They were followed by a rather adorable dog. 

At the gate, a soldier promptly disappeared after four children zipped by with their dog and a well loved car blew up. When the children faced down the monsters of man, the two onlookers held their nonexistent breath. They watched as War, Famine, and Pollution were defeated with open mouth shock. They could both feel the moment when millions of humans around the world burst with triumph as they made computers stop planning nuclear annihilation. Melekasia zoomed out extremely fast when both Gabriel and Beelzebub appeared for fear that those two might sense their watching eyes.

“I think things might actually work out well, for everyone,” Melekasia looked hopefully at Lillith and gave her hand a squeeze. Lillith smile held the utmost adoration, kissed her and rested her head on her best friends shoulder, which was interesting to do since Lilith was a good foot taller, then resumed watching something amazing unfold on the screen. The shadow had turned into a guppy and was happily running along her knuckles and fingers currently threaded through Melekasia’s.  

“You know I think it might.” she sighed happily as Melekasia’s head rested on hers. 

It was when Satan himself started to rise out of the ground that she finally switched off the tablet. He for sure would have sensed her and possibly Lillith. She didn’t want her girlfriend, basically her wife with how long they’ve been together, to get on his bad side. They could feel his anger from here. It was like a punch in the gut. But then it just randomly disappeared. 

Melekasia quickly turned back on the monitor and zoomed back into the Aribase. They watched as an old, but well kept family car drove through a cloud of smoke, stopped in front of a group of bewildered people, celestial and human alike. A man stepped out as a group of children and a dog  proceeded to quickly peddle away, looking bewildered himself. 

She sent a command for the feed to follow the Anti- no, Adam. His name is Adam she thought to herself. He has a name so she should use it. It trailed the kids back into the town, but once it got to Adams house, the boy himself looked up, smiled at the ‘camera’, made a finger gun, and mouthed BANG. The feed cut off with a pop.

This left two celestial beings on the moon gaping at the blank screen, before quickly falling into boisterous laughter.

“Oh hell! My stomach hurts!” Lilith was struggling to breath.

“Wh-ha-ha-haaaat the Hell just happened!?” Melekasia struggled to get out. “Humanity just won!? Adam literally gave a middle finger to the Great Plan!” Tears were streaming down her face while she hugged Lillith closer.

“That was the best thing ever! You need to send me that feed hahaha! Is there sound? There’s gotta be sound right? I want to know what they were saying.” Lilith cried.

“Ohmygod, yes!” and she pulled up the saved feed by hacking into one of the other surveillance systems Heaven had, this one was Environmental Affairs. She knew no one was watching it. The angel in charge of that department was called into a platoon earlier that day.  

The two watched as Gabriel and Beelzebub tried to force Adam to restart Armageddon, then listened with glee at Adams response and bored dismissal of the two. When Aziraphale had put in his two sense, quickly being joined by Crowley, and backed Adam, they knew those two were going to be in quite a bit of trouble. It was worrying but absolutely delightful to watch Gabriel and Beelzebub get owned. 

Things seemed to be settling down. Neither side got their war. The Earth didn’t perish and Humanity survived. There was an aura of hope that surrounded the two pairs of celestial beings for better things to come.

[harryandmolly]

Coconut Waffles - part 1

Summary: Shawn annoys a neighbor with his guitar and is charmed by her island knowledge.

Warnings: Overwhelming fluff, vacation!Shawn

Word count: 1720

Moodboard by the delicious and nutritious @the-claire-bitch-project

She stops typing again, sure she’s hearing something. But other than a gentle breeze slapping the palm trees against her window and the whir of her computer, it’s silent. She tightens her lips and squints, waiting for it. When nothing comes, she blinks her focus back to her word document and rereads her last couple sentences, trying to get herself in the zone. She should know better than to try to write this early in the morning but her creative output has been uncorkable lately and she feels the need to harness it, even if it is only creating Tom Holland fanfiction.

Then she hears it again. She narrows her eyes, trying to remember if hers or any of the surrounding houses have windchimes, because that’s almost what it sounds like. Then, as though the sound is moving, it becomes clear. It’s a guitar.

She frowns. It’s so close, it could almost be coming from her property. If her parents weren’t likely somewhere over Kansas on their way to her, if they were around to deal with a potential intruder, she would stay put without question. But she’s alone at the house and feels a responsibility. She stands and slides on her pink flannel meditating monkey pajama pants and walks out of her room, letting the door clatter on her way out so she doesn’t startle whoever is skulking around her house playing guitar at 5 AM.

She looks around from the driveway to the front entry and over the pool deck but doesn’t see anyone. She starts out further, shrugging into the oversized plaid men’s shirt she grabbed due to her bralessness, waiting to hear it again. She’s at the edge of the property peeking out over the hill down to the grassy area below when the sound calls to her from the right. She looks over to see someone tall, muscular and curly-haired with his back to her, bobbing his head as he strolls around the pool deck of the house next door.

She exhales, disconcerted. It didn’t even occur to her that there could be someone next door. In the dozen or so times she’s visited the house, she has never seen a single soul next door. Before she can regroup and head back inside to think about coffee and breakfast, he’s turning around to continue his habit of pacing and she’s desperately trying to look casual and not like she came out to confront him. She picks up some baby coconuts lying on the patio table and sweeps them off like that’s why she came outside at 5 AM.

“Oh shit,” she hears him mumble when he sees her. She glances up and offers a flat smile.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” he asks, wincing. She continues her sweeping and plants her hands on her hips, satisfied.

“No, no, I’m still on LA time so I’ve been up,” she explains needlessly, almost rolling her eyes at herself. He grins and she reacts visibly and he knows she recognizes him.

He continues strumming along and she looks for something else to do. She figures since she cleaned off the table, she should use it. She heads back inside for her laptop and returns moments later. He’s looking out into the grassy knoll below and bobbing his head.

He looks over when she pulls a chair out to sit.

“Will it bother you if I play out here?” he asks politely. She stares at him a beat too long before she answers, sure he must be a close look-alike and not Shawn Mendes standing barefoot and wearing a Burton Snowboarding t-shirt in the always-empty villa next door.

“Not at all, I’m just… scrolling. Not working or doing anything remotely constructive.” Again, probably more words than needed to have this kind of interaction.

“Cool,” he chuckles, nodding at her and heading back in the other direction on the far end of his property. She has her hands on the keys and is clearly not doing anything. She opens Facebook and closes it again when the first thing she sees is a repost of a Fox News story from a crazy uncle. She sits back in her chair, eyes popping open when it makes a loud creaking noise. He doesn’t seem to notice.

He doesn’t look quite as tall as she imagined he would, but maybe he’s just too far away to judge properly. He is wildly good looking in person. His whole ‘bedhead-gym shorts-blinky morning eyes’ thing is absolutely working for him. She has a flash of an impish idea to start playing his newest album (that she slept on for too long and only just bought last week) just to see what he’d do. She won’t, of course. He’s probably on vacation and doesn’t want to be saddled with a weird fangirl next door during his limited down time.

She wonders what he’ll do while visiting the Big Island. If he’s never been here, he’ll hit the classics – Volcanoes National Park, Akaka Falls, some black and green sand beaches. She has the sudden urge to make him a list of other stuff he might not know about unless he’s done a lot of research or runs into the right locals. Finding the best malasada truck, eating at Merriman’s up in Waimea, going deep sea fishing with that company her dad always uses when they come out here.

Before she knows it, he’s turning around and looking at her again. He doesn’t seem at all fazed by her obvious study of him. He’s used to it. She’s not leaping over the shrubs between their properties or pointing her phone at him for pictures, so he’s not worried. He smiles again, pleased that she’s nodding her head to the rhythm he’s trying to muddle out, but she doesn’t look to be aware she’s doing it.

“Sorry that I just keep playing this same part over and over again. I’m trying to figure out the bridge and it’s just not coming to me.”

She raises her eyebrows, surprised he seems willing to chat. Not that she imagined he’d be standoffish, he always seems cute and sweet in interviews. She leans on the table on her elbows.

“I can’t pretend to know shit about music, but it sounds good. Kinda reminds me of Iz.”

“That’s what I’m going for!” he laughs delightedly, stopping in his tracks and throwing his hand out in her direction as if to say, “yes, you get it!”

“Cool,” she giggles, pulling her feet up underneath her as she rocks in her chair, “I’m—”

She’s interrupted by a glass door sliding open from his side. A scruffy looking guy, late twenties, pokes his head out. He nods at her before focusing on him.

“Shawn, we’re leaving for breakfast at the hotel in a half hour.”

“Kay!” Shawn yells back. The door closes and they’re left alone again.

“I’m Shawn, by the way,” he introduces himself with a little wave.

“Lauren. Nice to meet you.”

He nods pleasantly and runs a hand through his hair. “So, vacation?” he prompts.

“Yes. With my parents. They’re flying in from DC tonight. I got here last night.”

“Cool, that’s fun. Where did you fly in from?”

“LA.”

“Nice. How long you here for?”

“Two weeks. You?”

He shrugs. “We haven’t really decided yet. We came out here to write and hang out. We’re renting the place from my buddy’s mom’s friend. Probably a month, I’m guessing. We’ve been here three days and I don’t ever want to leave.”

He looks very sincere and she understands. She wrote an article for her college lifestyle magazine once about vacationing on the Big Island. She knows the look in his eye all too well.

“I don’t blame you. It’s good, though, I never see anyone in that house when we’re here. It’s nice it’s being appreciated,” she hums.

“Oh, you’ve been here before?” He looks genuinely interested.

“This is my 11th trip. It’s my aunt’s place but she has family and friends here all the time. There’s nowhere else like it,” she confesses, solemnly appreciative as she looks out to the ocean on the horizon.

“That’s amazing, you’re so lucky,” he replies, and she can see he’s serious. He loves it here.

“You’re going to the Manta for breakfast?” she asks, a knowing smile making his chest thump. He nods.

“Get the coconut waffles. Trust me. They’ll change your life.”

She stands and closes her laptop, deciding to leave the conversation first in the hopes of seeming mysterious and nonchalant. He watches, tightening his grip on the guitar, suddenly realizing he doesn’t really want her to walk away. He hasn’t talked to anyone but his parents and writing team in days. He hasn’t talked to a girl in… well, it’s been a while.

“So if we need trip suggestions, we should come to you?” he calls after she’s a little too far away to hear the question over the steady early morning breeze. She turns and raises her eyebrows, hustling on her tip toes over the stone to reach him.

“Sorry, say that again?” she asks.

He ducks his head, bashful, “If we need suggestions for stuff to do, you know the island pretty well, we should come to you, right?”

She looks startled as though she wasn’t sure he’d want to talk to her again.

“Uh, yeah, I’m freakishly encyclopedic about this place now. Restaurants, beaches, activities, whatever. I’m around.”

He smiles and it could blind her if she looked too long. She runs a hand through her salty hair from the crown back to her neck, fluffing it across her soft back. It makes him smile bigger.

“Cool. If I need you, I’ll just come out and start jamming super loud.”

She laughs. “Perfect. Enjoy your breakfast.” She turns back to the main house. When she’s a few paces away again, he calls out to her.

“Coconut waffles?”

“Coconut waffles! That’s your first assignment!” she yells, waving cutely by opening and closing her hand before she heads in through the glass doors. He can still see her through the floor-to-ceiling windows as she wanders into the palatial kitchen. She knows he could still be looking so she disappears into the pantry to giggle and blush like an asshole.

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[taiblogcomics]

The Bad Guys Win

Hey there, voiceless alveolar lateral fricatives. Well, we're down to our last issue of Forever Evil. What's next? I dunno. I'll worry about that next week. Let's finish this issue before we move on to the next~

Here's the last cover:

Fighting, fighting, fighting. Unlike the previous issue, we're back to the less interesting covers. At least it's more than just a team shot! But it's just kind of a general mess. Like, this is the imagery you want to go out on? I mean , I have no doubt it's indicative of the content of the issue, but it's not the best. Just a big jumble of characters. Again, none of these covers have been necessarily bad, but neither have they been anything remarkable or stand-out.

So Batman's still straddling Lex Luthor, and this isn't one of those weird fanfictions or anything. Nah, he's just choking him out because Lex let Nightwing die last issue. Lex's suit zaps Batman off, and he gets up. He explains he didn't let Nightwing die. He let him flatline. He gave him a drug that induced heart-stoppage long enough to deactivate the bomb that was wired into it. And now he's got to give him an adrenaline shot, or else the heart-stoppage won't start up again. And when Nightwing awakens again, he and Batman embrace. Inspired, Bizarro also leans in to embrace Lex, to his consternation.

Ultraman lands outside, noting how the lightning struck from inside the satellite. This means they've released his prisoner and let him speak. And speaking of, he determines Captain Cold and Black Manta are merely human, and therefore of no interest/help to him. He also flies away. Everybody's flying off somewhere, and before Batman's group can do the same, suddenly there's an explosion, and Grid's head comes rolling in the doorway. And the one who did it stands revealed: Cyborg's repaired and fully functional once again, baby~

It's here where the groups split up. Since Lex has no interest in saving the League, he and Bizarro go off on their own while Cyborg leads the rest to the sublevels where Firestorm is being held. But before they go, Lex offers his hand to Batman and wishes him good luck. And, to his credit, after a moment's consideration, Batman reciprocates, shaking Lex's hand and wishing him luck as well. Honestly, good show for both of them. No need to be assholes here. And especially good show for Lex, as he reveals that he used the handshake as a distraction to pickpocket the Kryptonite ring from Batman... So maybe a little bit of an asshole~

Ultraman exposits to Deathstorm a bit, reminding him (and thus the audience) that Alexander Luthor uses the lightning of Mazahs to gain the powers of any Crime Syndicate members he kills. So it'd do for them to avoid getting killed. They theorise that perhaps Superwoman's Lasso of Submission might be able to break Alexander Luthor's will. But she's not here. Where is she? Why, she's with Alex (who I'm just going to shorten to that, for simplicity), the father of her child. Turns out it's not Ultraman's or Owlman's. She's turned traitor on the Syndicate because Alex is just more powerful.

Ultraman and Alex begin their knockdown fight, while Superwoman binds up Deathstorm. All the supervillains reunite with Lex and Bizarro and show up to watch the spectacle. Alex slams Ultraman into a cliff, then flies down to the restrained Deathstorm. With his bare hands, he crushes Deathstorm's skull, absorbing his nuclear powers for his own. Well, that can't be good. After all, now he's radioactive. He even goes off in a big explosion, destroying the rest of his body as Alex steals his powers. He then turns his attention on Lex's group.

While that's going on, Batman and friends enter Firestorm's holding cell. He's not doing so hot either. Actually, he might be doing too hot. He could go nuclear at any moment. But Batman reveals he has a secret weapon: a delivery from Steve Trevor. It's Wonder Woman's Lasso of Truth. With great luck, perhaps they can connect to her through it. But while Batman's trying to forge that connection in his least gruff manner, someone sneaks up on them. Owlman's discovered his murdered butler, and now he's come for Nightwing.

The fight with the Injustice Gang continues, and Lex has Captain Cold recount what he saw back to him. And Cold, for his part, remembers all the specifics, and is even able to tell Lex the special word that Alex spoke to activate his powers. Almost as if reacting to this, Alex comes for Lex next. Bizarro intercepts him, dragging the fight away. And whatever else he is, Alex recognises that Bizarro has powers. And thus, he wants them. Alex rips out Bizarro's heart, to Lex's genuine horror. Alex flies away, and Lex lands at Bizarro's side. He promises he can fix him. That's an unhealthy relationship, Lex. But Bizarro dies nonetheless.

Lex swears vengeance. He may have been just a monster, but he was Lex's monster. Nobody wrecks Lex's stuff. Captain Cold takes him out of the rain, since they have to repair his suit anyway. Black Manta and Deathstroke are down, but Sinestro and Black Adam turn up. Lex instructs them thus: since Alex's power is like Adam's, all it takes is a word to draw the lightning. Sinestro will realign Adam's jaw long enough for him to speak, then redirect the lightning through the lightning rod Lex also got from Batman. They fly off again, Sinestro buddying up to Adam a bit over their shared love of fascist rule.

This plan goes off pretty flawlessly. The only complication is that Adam's lightning is different from Alex's. It hurts him, but it doesn't depower him. Different universes, different magic. Alex lands and recognises who started this: himself. He and Lex are basically the same person, just alternate universes. But Alex declares himself to be superior. Smarter. Harder, better, faster, stronger.

Lex admits that even if all that's true, they're still the same. And have the same voice. So he grabs the lightning rod still stuck into Alex and repeats his own magic word: MAZAHS! And with Alex back in his human form, Lex agrees that he may be all those things, but he's not smarter. And he kills his alternate self.

Lex doesn't have long to gloat over his victory, though, as Ultraman turns up and throws a tree at Lex. Lex promises to kill him too, using a blast from his suit designed to simulate solar radiation to harm Ultraman. He's realised sunlight is his weakness. And that's why Sinestro and Black Adam are moving the moon back into place and undoingg the eclipse. The sunlight weakens Ultraman, and has a second bonus effect: it causes a spark in Firestorm, letting the heroes back out. The Justice League is free once more.

With the sun back, Lex taunts Ultraman. He's just like Alexander Luthor, he thinks his powers make him strong. And yet here Lex stands: no powers, top of both of them. He holds out the Kryptonite ring to tease Ultraman some more, then decides not to kill him. It's much more humiliating to leave him in this weakened state and force him to live his life like this. Atomica, who has just managed to crawl up from the rubble, however, is not so lucky. Since everything basically started with her, Lex reasons it should end with her too. And he stomps her to death.

The League may be back, but there's still trouble. Offscreen (or perhaps before the start of the event), Atomica had put a small sliver of Kryptonite inside Superman's head with her shrinking powers. He's dying at present, and while they're great heroes, they're not brain surgeons. So Lex turns up to volunteer. I don't think he's a brain surgeon either, but none of the League are in a position to argue. And soon enough, Lex has saved the life of his greatest enemy. After all, why shouldn't he?

So the next day, the League pretty much admits the villains saved the day. They reward them by wiping out their records, but most of the villains (especially foreign dignitary Black Adam and space-faring Sinestro) don't care about that. Black Manta is only glad Aquaman's not dead, returning his trident and presumably declaring further vengeance later. Captain Cold is just sad, coz he doesn't have anyone to hang out with anymore. Lex, however, thinks of the lot of them, Catwoman's likely to be the one who can turn her life around. Heck, maybe even she and Batman could hook up and get married someday, as long as a really stupid story contrivance doesn't get in the way~

As life gets back to normal, Ted Kord drops by Lex's office. You remember the start of the series, Lex was doing a ruthless buyout from Ted's father? Ted's here to complete the deal. But as Ted offers Kord Industries, Lex instead turns down the offer. He instead offers Ted some words of encouragement and a promise of advice if he needs it. Ted's pretty touched, assuring Lex that what everyone says about him is true: he's one of the good guys. And when Ted leaves, Lex turns his attention to his upcoming projects.

One, he's regrowing a new Bizarro. It'll be another five years again, but he'd like his monster back. Two, the Justice League are missing a couple members. The Crime Syndicate won't talk. Of the three left, Ultraman just won't stop crying, Owlman is MIA, and Superwoman won't stop talking about her damn baby. And the third thing... Wel, given how protective Batman was of Nightwing... And with Nightwing's identity now being public knowledge... Lex has put the pieces together. The shared background of murdered parents, the adoption... Lex knows Batman is Bruce Wayne.

And if wondering what he'll do with that knowledge isn't enough of a cliffhanger, the comic ends with Superman also coming to a conclusion himself. What could scare the Crime Syndicate enough that they'd jump universes? What's powerful enough? Naturally, he concludes that it's the same thing that brought the League together to begin with: Darkseid must be returning.

But as the comic truly ends, we cut over to someone reporting to whoever's consuming the power of the Crime Syndicate's universe, promising to find them another. And it isn't Darkseid they're reporting to. Consuming whole universes? This looks like a job for the Anti-Monitor...

Didn’t think I’d get one more of those in there, did you~?

In conclusion, Forever Evil is a pretty good event story. It’s a neat character piece for Lex Luthor. You get to see him at his most crafty and smartest. But also you get to see that hidden heart of humanity he has. Lex may be an amoral ruthless businessman and a supervillain. But there are certainly worse people out there.

And also, for a major DC event comic? Especially for one post-New 52? Nobody died. Think about it! There’s no shock deaths here! The only deaths in the event itself are several of the Crime Syndicate (who are supreme assholes and we don’t care) and Bizarro (who was introduced in the event, so it doesn’t count). They try to fake you out with Nightwing, but he lives. The only thing they killed was his superhero career, turning him into that secret agent storyline for a while. I’m actually surprised that went on for 20 issues. Hmm...

All in all, a good event. Probably one of the last ones I ever read, because my comic shop closed up not long after this event. Haven’t really kept up on them since, so I don’t actually know what that Anti-Monitor bit led into. Darkseid War, I think? Never read it, and it certainly won’t be the next thing we cover. As for what that will be... Stay tuned~

[kattesmoon]

Shaman King Fanfiction: "Dreams" -Chapter One

So this is the Hao x Anna x Yoh fanfiction zoopdeedoo. Enjoy.

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“NO!”

Anna jolted upright from her futon, screaming. She gasped for air, beads of sweat sliding down her face.

She looked out the window to see it was still dark. The only source of light in the black night was the few beams of light cascading from the moon.

‘That dream again,' she thought while wiping the sweat off her face with the sleeve of her shirt. Although she could only remember bits and pieces of her dream, she noticed she had the same nightmare during the past few nights.

Anna tried recalling her dream, remembering a scene where her hands and clothes were covered with blood. There were also heaps of dead bodies all over the ground. It was a nightmare itself alone... a majorly horrifying one.

‘What is it? A vision?’ she wondered, pondering over ways of why these scenes kept appearing. Her train of thoughts broke when she heard footsteps approaching her door.

“Anna?”

A gentle yet worried voice called out Anna’s name. She immediately recognized the owner of the voice.

It was Yoh.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, don’t worry about me, go back to sleep," she replied, trying to not let any trace of fear mix with her voice.

“A-are you sure? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“You can... if you want to start training ten times harder starting tomorrow. You’re strong Yoh, but not enough. I ‘ought to give you more of my training..." Anna scowled, laying back down again.

“E-eh?! That’s ok Anna! I-I’ll go back to sleep, good night!” Yoh stuttered frantically. The sound of rushed footsteps faded away towards the other room where Yoh's friends were sleeping.

Yoh has to become stronger and be Shaman King. He promised that to Anna long ago. She didn't want him to worry about her because of a simple dream.

Yoh needs to focus.

He already got too distracted by his ‘idiotic’ friends, as Anna would put it.

Weariness soon began to take over as she soon began to sleep again, hoping she won't have the same dream once more.

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Anna was woken up by a beam of sunlight shining towards her face from the window. Morning already. She rubbed her eyes only to feel tears and sweat. Oh when will the nightmare stop?

As she got up a wave of pain washed over her. Her head was throbbing and felt as if she was on a rollercoaster for the last several hours with a major fever. Not even a few seconds later, she was drunk with pain coursing through her head.

Anna grumbled in pain, heading towards the living room for breakfast after washing up, wearing her usual attire, a short black dress, her blue rosary beads, and her infamous red cloth draped around her neck.

As usual Ren and Horohoro was starting their day screaming names at each other. Manta, on the other hand, was trying to make them stop. Chocolove was cracking jokes to Pirika who was laughing way too much while Yoh was sighing from his poor comedy. Faust and Eliza were flirting to each other which made her headache even worse.

Anna coughed to get everyone's attention, queuing them to be quite.

“Anna! Do you feel alri-”, Yoh tried to ask if she was alright only getting cut off by his fiancee.

“Where’s breakfast Yoh?”

“Yes, I’ll make it right now!”, Yoh exclaimed running to the kitchen. As soon as she sat down everyone started to continue where they left off, breaking the supporting silence she needed. Anna tried to endure the headache but it seemed like it was getting worse each second. She gripped the table, hard enough to break the wood.

“Forget it.”, she grumbled going to her room again. Perhaps one of her had the answers to what she was looking for. She was going to stay on the island for a few months, she wasn't going to do nothing, so she brought a few of her books back from Tokyo.

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“Eh? Where's Anna?”, Yoh asked holding plates full of eggs and rice.