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eetherealgoddess · 11 months ago

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ꨄBeneath The Watersꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Mermen/Soulmate Au

❦Y/n, a new marine biologist, was working along with her older brother and coworkers on a trawler. They come across the most ethereal yet dangerous sea creatures. Survival rate? Guess who the one percent is❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

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Mermaid language is blue

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

The guys are mermen princes and they’re all brothers. Their dad is the king so because of their royal blood, they have the gift of singing which puts their victims in a trance, and can form legs. They can also change any human they want into mermaids. They can understand human language but have a harder time speaking it. ‘Human’ language is all languages btw I’m just doing english bc that’s the only language I know.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Beneath the Waters

“Did you receive the latest sample for the lab, Y/n?” Darius, her older brother asks as he stands beside her resting form on the trawler. The waves of the ocean rocking the ride slightly as the current carries them on.

“Yes, for the fiftieth time.” She sighs, sitting up from her leaned position against the side of the boat. She pulls her sunglasses off as she places them inside of her backpack. He nods in response as he chuckles.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure you have everything.” He scratches the back of his head with a sheepish smile. She smirks light heartedly as she shifts her arms to rest against her knees which are bent as the platform of her shoes are plastered against the floor.

“There’s nothing to be worried about. I got this! Yeah, I’m new to this thing but you know more than anyone else that I’m a fast learner when I put my mind to something.” She states, waving her hands as she gives him a comforting smile.

He sighs as he looks across the water, “Yeah, yeah I know.” He places his hands in his pockets. “I’m proud of you, Y/n. You’ve come far in this industry.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me now, dude.” She laughs, standing from her spot after their coworkers are heard yelling. She eyes her brother with a raised brow, him mimicking the same expression out of confusion.

The trawler rocks as they walk toward the gathering of individuals, four of them bent as they seem to be pulling a net from the outer side of the boat. Everyone else stands around them. When she gets closer, her eyes widen as she notices a large pink tail flapping around the net violently.

One of the men seems to be holding it down as the woman beside him moves her arms around as if she’s wrapping something quickly. Y/n and Darius walk beside one of the designated divers.

“Check this baby out!” She exclaims, standing from her position as she moves out of the way. Y/n’s eyes widen at the sight of an ethereal looking man. Despite his narrowed icy blue eyes glaring at the employees, nobody could deny the intense beauty of the man’s face. His blonde eyelashes cause his irises to pop as his long platinum hair lays out gorgeously under him, some falling over his shoulders.

Once his wrists are tied, they pull him over the boat, still wrapped in the net as he struggles against his restraints. His long nails, sharp as he accidentally cuts his own skin. Y/n could only look as she felt guilt suddenly overtake her mind. After they bound his tail, holding it down, Y/n had enough.

“I think we should let i-, him go, guys.” Everyone, except the mermaid turns to look at her as if she just grew two heads. Her hands place themselves on her hips as she eyes them back.

“Y/n, you’re new so I’m just going to let this slide. You see, this is a one chance in a lifetime kind of deal, you get it? We’d be the second in years to have not only discovered, but captured a real life mermaid. There’s no way we’re letting him go.”

“But why can’t we just study them down in the ocean as we swim? I know that some can be dangerous but not all of them are.” She suggests.

“Because they are dangerous creatures as a whole. They don’t just think like a fish they can act and think like a human which is bad for us. Not to mention, we’re their choice of food besides other species of fish.”

“I get that but we have gear for that, don’t we?”

“Y/n, stop! Okay? It’s fine, they can breathe for at least twenty four hours outside of water and we’ll put it in a secure tank. If you’re worried about its well-being, it will be fine.” Darius explains, trying to keep her from getting fired.

The blonde merman’s eyes shift back and forth between the two humans conversing, particularly observing the woman who is speaking for the merman. Under the cloth, he licks his lips as he smells the divine scent spewing from the female, closing his eyes as he inhales. The smell brings his tense body to a tingling, relaxed sensation, a deep purr emitting from his body as his eyes shut.

“Fine, alright! I’m sorry. I’ll leave it alone.” She sighs, crossing her arms as she turns away, refusing to look at the creature with pity.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s get this show rolling!”One guy says as they walk over to the netted merman. Before any could move any further, a high pitched whistle sounded in the air, causing everyone to pause. Y/n’s eyes widen in concern as some of the coworkers stop their movements. Everyone stares across the ocean, over the being that’s lying down.

“Shit! Everyone, grab the ear plugs!” Someone yells out.

Y/n immediately turns her body as she runs to her bag. Roughly grabbing the ear plugs as she shoves them into her ears as the sound of a melody occurs. She sighs in relief as she stands from her crouched position, sound muffled as she turns around. Her breath hitches as she watches everyone slowly walk towards the edge of the trawler as they look to be in a trance.

“No!” She yells as she runs to Darius, roughly gripping his arms as she pulls him in a hug, his heavy body walking ahead as if she weighs nothing.

“No! Please, Darius! Wake up!” She smacks his face multiple times as he continues his stroll.

A muffled tune could be heard once more through her ear plugs as she eyes the ocean, four heads peeking from below as only their eyes are shown glaring at the crowd coming toward them.

“Fuck! Darius, wake up! Please!” She runs quickly to grab a random pair of ear plugs dropped from the others. She runs back to him, shoving them into his ears. Unfortunately, the melody is already pulling him in.

She runs to the edge as she blocks him from moving further, though he tries. She turns her body slightly to face the other sea creatures as all the other people climb over the trawler and hop into the water as they swim toward the predators.

“You already have enough, don’t take him goddamnit!” She shrieks. Her nails scrape against the paint as she holds on to the edge as he attempts to push her to the side.

The blonde watches the display as he observes her distressed state. He shakes the feeling of wanting to nurture her, guiding her into letting go of that useless human considering his restraints and her species. The scent gets the best of him as his tail tingles, moaning softly as his eyes roll into the back of his head, the fumes becoming overwhelming as a cold heat fills his body.

The four glare curiously as they ignore their incoming meal to watch the girl struggle. The one with black hair and blonde streaks tilts his head as he watches her actions. He disappears under the water as his yellow tail splashes the water. The other three ethereal beings use their nails and sharp teeth to shred the flesh of their victims.

“Darius, please wake up.” She cries, tears finally falling as he continues to struggle in her hold. The yellow tailed male peaks above the water closest to the trawler as he eyes Y/n.

She makes eye contact with his brown irises. He emerges from the water slightly.

“L-…let go. Too l-late.“ His soft voice struggles to speak English as the human language differs from the sea.

She gasps as she fully turns her body to face the male.

“No! I can-!” Darius shoves her to the side, almost knocking her over as he dives into the water.

“DARIUS!” She releases a blood curdling scream as she runs for him, only to be forced back by the merman jumping from the water and pushing her on her back as he falls on top of her. His tail fits in between her legs as his claws hold on to her wrists. She struggles under him as he uses his heavy body weight to hold her down. Goosebumps form on her body as the water drips onto her from all over, including his hair that drapes over both of them. The symbols embedded into his skin, black and prominent as she analyzes her situation.

“Get off of me! I need to save him!” She yells. He shakes his head as he inhales her scent, his grip tightening when the addictive fumes reach deep into his nostrils. Her eyes widen when his head drops to her shoulder, smearing the water against her neck. Rustling causes both to turn their heads toward the merman who they originally came to the trawler for. The man on top of her points to his restrained sibling.

She ignores him, peaking over his shoulder as the sound of screams and shredding could be heard, muffled through her ear plugs. She grits her teeth as all she could see was red covering the area, splashes here and there but no sign of any humanity. No sign of her brother.

She releases a strangled cry as the emotional pain takes its toll, realization creeping in as she finds it hard to accept her brother’s demise. Her head drops to the floor as her eyes shut tight, tears and snot mixing together as she weeps. The man on top stares in awe as the moisture falls from her eyes, gaining the knowledge of a human being able to express such heart wrenching emotions for another. He uses one hand to hold both wrists as he uses the other to trace the streak of tears. He eases his face lower as she sobs, slowly leaning in to lick the tears before a hiss sounds from the side, reminding him of why he’s here.

He pulls back, using his hand to gently smack her cheek to gain her attention, succeeding as she opens her lids.

“R-release?” He demands, though it comes out more softly as he knows she’s in a vulnerable state.

“Fine.” She whispers, voice hoarse as she sits up from her position. He shifts his body to allow her to stand up. The pink tailed man stares at her as she walks toward him. He observes her intently as she releases his restraints, including the cloth around his mouth causing her eyes to slightly widen as she notices the scars shaping his lips. She also notices the blood staining his wrists from when he cut himself. He sits up as they face each other. She yelps as she grabs his wrist by reflex when his hand wraps around her throat and pulls her in.

He inhales her scent deeply as he breathes heavily, revealing his sharp teeth as blood rushes to his face. She watches with concern, kneeling as he pulls her once more. His nose reaches the side of her neck as he takes in more air. It’s only in this instance that the feeling of danger comes back, as she is now alone on this boat with these man-eating creatures.

She removes his hand gently as he allows her to before standing back.

“I have to leave so everyone just needs to get off this boat so I can.” She sniffs, wiping her eyes as well as her nose. She hears a muffled shriek as she turns to the end of the boat where the other three mermen float. Her body tenses as she sees faint blood dripping from the corner of the black haired one’s mouth, his dark eyes boring into hers. Seemingly, at the same time the three men inhaled the air before the blonde and black haired man on the left opened his mouth, indicating his singing as she could hear a muffled hum through her ear plugs.

“No, you can’t eat me.” She growls, pointing to her ears as her eyes narrow. “Haven’t you had enough anyway?”

She eyes the faint colors of their tails, two of them being a matching purple while the middle blends in with the darkness of the ocean, a little darker indicating that it’s black. She turns on her heel as she begins to walk to the wheel, luckily having the knowledge of driving this kind of boat. After hearing the water swish, she hears footsteps behind her, she turns quickly, hoping it to be another human. Her breath hitches as her eyebrows raise when she sees the men climbing on the boat with their newfound scaly legs, a pale hue that matches with their individual tail colors, though shimmering as they walk. Her eyebrows furrow at the nakedness, quickly looking away as her face warms. To the side, she sees that the yellow and pink tailed men are now standing on their own pair of feet.

How could I forget that the most powerful of mermaids can shift their tails to walk on land? They’re also the same type to even use their voices as a weapon. They even have tattoos that symbolize their royalty! What did we get ourselves into?

She internally gulps as they all stand intimidatingly across from her. She looks around for any weapon near her, unfortunately one not in her eyesight whatsoever.

“Shit.” She whispers. All she could do is stand alert as she watches them, attempting to cover her evident fear as she eyes the murderous creatures standing in front of her.

She eyes them as she notices all inhaling intensely, furrowing her brows when she observes through her peripheral how their bare cocks erect the more they inhale. Besides the very light hue of their normal tail colors covering their erections, it looks human for the most part besides that and their size. Nothing too big but bigger than the average human.

She shrieks as the blonde and blue haired man and his black haired twin run full speed towards her, grabbing her arms before she had time to move. They hold her arms, long nails slightly piercing her skin as they grip her, all forcing themselves on the ground to kneel as they force her to sit on her bottom.

She breathes heavily as she watches the other three get closer. She struggles harder as she yanks her arms. One of the grips actually uses his claw to scratch her skin, splitting it slightly as he leans to her ear.

“Stop it!” The blonde and blue haired man hisses, giving her a painful squeeze as the blood drips down her arm. She yelps as she stops pulling.

“Big brother, what are we going to do with her?” The pink man asks, her eyebrows furrowing at the differing language that consists of croaks and low shrieks.

“Take those things out of her ears.” He answers. The black haired twin listens as he uses one hand to take out both ear plugs and throws them to the side, causing her to gasp.

“Get away from me!” She yells.

The short man walks forward before crouching in front of her, kneeling and crawling half way on to her body. His cold skin drips with water as it falls on her. He inhales her scent once more as his palm holds her cheek. She sits frozen in fear, not anticipating what comes out of his mouth.

“Mate.” He states in her language. Her eyes widen as she pulls back.

“N-no! Humans don’t have mates!” She exclaims.

“Mate.” She hears the others whisper.

“No, absolutely not!” She shakes her head, frowning at the creatures surrounding her.

“Sanzu, Kazutora, secure her legs.” They comply by grabbing her legs and pulling her to lie on her back as the other two secure her arms down.

“What are you doing?” She questions, anxious thoughts forming as the worst case scenarios appear. He climbs higher as his hair drapes over both of their faces. His dark eyes staring at her with intensity and determination.

“Mikey.” He says, wanting to hear his name from her lips. She pauses as she hears his words.

“Mikey, please get off of me! All of you, just go away! I want to go home!” She exclaims in frustration, wanting privacy and peace to mourn before having to contact their facility about the deaths.

“Home?” The older brother on the left asks, his purple eyes observing her as he points over to the ocean. “O-our, no…. y-your home.” He nods.

“No, no, no that is not my home! I am not your mate! I’m not anyone’s mate, I’m human!” She reasons, hoping to get that through their heads. She yells in pain when she feels a harsh scratch on her leg, blood oozing from the wound.

“Y-you are mate!” Sanzu hisses, his nail paused against the end of her wound with his other hand wrapped around her ankle. Kazutora grips her other leg tighter as a frown falls on his face to the rejection, his eyebrows furrowing. The twins glare at her as they also give her a warning squeeze, involving the tip of their nails. She breathes heavily as she tries to ignore the pain.

“N-no, I’m not! I can’t be because I’m -!” She’s cut off by cold lips smashing on hers, Mikey gripping her chin painfully as he roughly combines their lips. His other hand grabs her shoulder as his naked chest is pressed against her clothed breasts. His erection pressed in between her legs.

The two brothers above her bend their bodies to gain better access to her neck as they satisfy their taste buds. Nipping and sucking as they bruise her skin. Sanzu licks the blood of her wound, slowly savoring the taste. Kazutora purrs as he caresses her other leg, removing her shoe and sock, throwing them to the side. Sanzu does the same so he can smell more of her sweet flesh.

“Rin, let’s release the stimulant.” The oldest twin says. He nods his head as they both bare their sharp teeth, piercing her skin as they release the venom. She let out a scream as the pain was sudden and prominent.

“Oh, God!” She exclaims against Mikey’s lips as the feeling becomes unbearable, the throbbing in her neck reaching all over her body.

“Ah.” She breathes out as the feeling turns into an intense sensation, tingling and arousal surrounding her body as her nipples harden and clit gains a heartbeat. Wet slick forms, beginning the breeding process her body has been forced into. Her chest rises and lowers as she breathes deeply, her eyelids heavy as her body yearns to be bred.

“Fuck, n-no! L-let me go.” She whines, sobbing as her reproductive system takes over, her clit pounding as her hips slightly buck against Mikey’s erection. She shivers as they all smile in content, smelling her heat as her pheromones fill their nostrils, turning them on even more.

Rin rips her shirt open, revealing her bra as she yelps. Mikey grabs her hand from the other twin as he wraps his lips around her finger, slowly suckling as he sits himself on top of her torso, using his other hand to trace from her chest to her stomach, lightly scraping his nails against her skin. Both twins rip her bra apart, revealing her diamond hard nipples, her gasping at the cold air hitting her breasts.

She begins to struggle against their holds, only to regret it as Mikey pulls her finger out and chomps on her hand as a warning, drawing blood. She cries out, tears falling as her mind conflicted with the sensations all over her body. He returns to suckling her fingers and tracing her skin, licking the blood up as well. The twins move to grab her breasts as both use their tongues to lick her nubs, Rin roughly pulling and nibbling her as his brother gently sucks and kisses her other. She could only breathe heavily as they continued their assault.

Kazutora and Sanzu tore her pants, spreading her legs as far as they could while gripping her thighs with one hand. Both men position their heads between her legs before using a claw to slice her panties off, leaving her wet and bare for them to see. Her head falls back as her clit throbs, anticipating contact but only bucking her hips against the air.

Kazutora leans in as he gives a slow and light kiss on her clit, her twitching at the contact. She bites her lip to remain in control, not moaning out or begging for more. Sanzu retracts his nails to a normal size, using his finger to scrape her juices and wrap his lips around his own finger, quietly moaning as her taste reaches his tongue. Kazutora takes her whole clit in his mouth, sucking her clit as he bobs his head slowly.

“Oh my god.” She whispers, the sensations becoming overwhelming as she feels Sanzu gathering more slick and entering a finger into her vagina. Mikey takes the opportunity to lick all around her hand and wraps her fingers around his cock. She attempts to pull back but his hold is tighter.

“P-please? N-need it.” He says softly. Although she’s almost blinded by pleasure, she wants to end everything as fast as possible. She begins to move her hand up and down at a steady pace. He moans as he thrusts back into her hand.

“Feels good, Mikey?” He teases.

“Shut up, Ran.” He whispers as his head falls back, thrusting a little harder as his cock pulsates. He grabs her wrist to balance himself. Her head is pulled to the side as the blonde and blue haired man eases the head of his cock to her mouth. She shakes her head and attempts to turn away. He keeps his hold on her head as he grabs her nipple roughly.

“B-bite off.” He growls, threatening her as his cock throbs in her face. He releases her nipple when she nods and opens her mouth. He shoves his erection all the way to the back of her throat. He grunts as he pulls back and enters again. She whimpers around his cock as she feels two fingers hitting her g spot as a tongue flicks her clit. She grinds her hips subconsciously, seeking more as they continue to stimulate her.

Both Rin and Mikey moan as they thrust into her, eyes rolling in the back of their heads as their hair flops against their back. Ran reaches for his own cock as he plays with her nipples.

Suddenly, an idea popping into his head, he restrains his thrusts as he gives her hand to Ran. He positions his cock between her breasts and squeezes them together. Mikey thrusts her chest as he purrs. Ran takes the opportunity to wrap her fingers around his cock, essentially the same idea with Mikey a minute ago.

Kazutora and Sanzu stop their motions, their dicks tense and in need of assistance, dripping as they throb.

“Guys, readjust so I can get behind her.”

They ignore him until he lets out an ear piercing shriek, causing her to groan in pain for her ears. This gets everyone’s attention so he repeats himself. Everyone readjusts so that he she lies on top of him, her ass rubbing against his abdomen.

Mikey stays sitting on top of her in the same position and fits his cock back in between her breasts. Sanzu sits behind Mikey, positioning his cock to her entrance. Rin reconnects his erection with her mouth as well as Ran using her hand.

She cries out when Kazutora and Sanzu shove their cocks inside of her until they reach the end of her walls, deeply stuffing themselves inside of her slowly. Kazutora grips her hips as Sanzu grips her legs. Both men pull back as they slam back in, the slick coming from their cocks moisturizing her up enough to enter, besides her own slick.

She grunts loudly as they fill her up, her body being used every which way as her nipples are pinched occasionally. The men’s beautiful moans echo in the middle of the ocean, enticing her as she feels nothing but intense pleasure. The wet squelching sounds of their cocks connecting with her skin accelerate as they move faster.

Her own walls tighten around Kazutora and Sanzu’s cocks, pulling them in as they push, sinking deeper into her as Sanzu hits her cervix. The feeling of her body bouncing with movement was enough to send her over the edge as her body is very sensitive from the stimulant.

“Mm, s’ fucking good.” Kazutora whispers as he takes her ear into his mouth. His grip tightening, leaving indents in her skin. His thrusts are steady and hard as her asshole grips him.

Mikey breathes hard as slight moans draw from his lips occasionally, almost slamming his cock against her chin as he relentlessly thrusts his hips. Sanzu moans as he leaned over her lower body, thrusting hard as he bites his bottom lip.

“Good fucking girl. So fucking good for me.” Rin’s head falls back as he fucks her mouth. He holds her head in place with both hands as he rises closer and closer. Ran releases breathy moans as his jaw falls slightly open, gripping her wrist tightly as he gets close.

She moans loudly as she releases, the men following behind as Sanzu and Kazutora cum deep inside her, semen falling out of her holes as there was too much to fit all of it. Mikey’s cum reaches her chin and chest as Ran hits the side of her head. Rin cums in her throat, forcing her to stay in the same place.

After taking a moment to breathe, everyone removes themself as she lies there with tears in her eyes, worn out as she breathes heavily.

“We should change her now and then breed her when we’re home.” Ran states, leaning back against his arms as he sits on the ground.

“No, we should mate her and then change her.” Rin argues.

“No, sex now and then we mate her. I want to breed her.” Mikey pouts.

They continue their argument, Kazutora and Sanzu joining in as Y/n watches the brothers argue weakly.

“How about we mate her, breed and then change her.”

“It wouldn’t make sense to breed her up here.”

“Fine, let’s mate, change her and then finish breeding.”

She would’ve used this opportunity to escape if the stimulant hadn’t weakened her body. She can barely shift on her own comfortably. A hand rubs her forehead as it caresses her cheek. Tears fall as she mourns her brother, coworkers, and life before this moment. She couldn’t even fight as she lay in despair, awaiting her fate to live in the ocean and be tied to these creatures forever.

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flutterrker · 3 months ago

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Wield pet pt1

(f) Shark hybrid reader x Owner Izuku midoriya

Not my art

Warning: mentions abuse, Trafficking, fitting ring, Sexual assault, injury, Euphonizing, death, Arters note: my English is bad but I will try to fix it

It was a Nics day Todoroki and Deku were out patrolling the streets they hadn't been wakening long since they had just come from a meeting not too long ago but what was disgust in that meeting had Deku deep in thought about the report Bakugo had about the hybrid fitting ring he Bustad not too long ago and how most of those hybrids were going to be put down because they were too aggressive to keep and that some people involve in the incident had escaped Deku only snapped out of it when he felt a hand on his soldier looking over at Todoroki he sow his worried expression Deku smile at him to reassure him that he was ok but he know it wouldn't hold him for long he needed a distraction "hey I think we can go take our lance Break now oh and we are pretty close to this cafe I like "he says to Todoroki how just nods and follow him to the cafe

They get there Eventually and get Seated at a boof in the far corner as they settle in Todoroki looks at Deku and starts to speak "Is something bordering you, you look upset" Deku shakes his head no but before he can get a word out his phone rings picking up the phone he sow a number he didn't rcognize and pressing the Answer button and pots it Against his ear to listens "good morning am I Speaking to Mister Midoriya" a sweet voice asked him he Post for a moment before Answering " yes this is hem" " Great I'm calling from the hybrid shelter about you applying to Adopt a hybrid and I'm proud to Anons that it has been Approved " " oh ok when can I come and take a look " he asked in an Excitedly " later today if you want but if not we ca- " he cut her off before she could finish speaking "No! Today is good I'll come over later today " cringed at how Awkward he was being "Well that great to hear Such enthusiasm from a Potential hybrid owner then we will see you later today Mister Midoriya " "Yes Thank you so much see You guys soon," he says Practically jumping out of his seat " see you soon " Izuku ends the call unaware that Todoroki was watching him closely " exciting news I assume, " Todoroki asked Curiosity getting the better of him Izuku nods " I Applied to a hybrid Adoption Agency to see if I can get a hybrid " "hmm why not just get a normal animal like a cat or dog I hear hybrid are High maintenance pets and need a lot of attention,"

Izuku nods "Well To be honest, I never wanted to own a hybrid but I've been thinking about it for a well now, and after today's meeting it steels it for me I never even realized how badly they were treated by humans after the hybrid fitting ring was taken out all of those Innocent hybrids that were caught and sent to the hybrid shelter are all Scheduled to be euthanized, " " I heard about that on the news too it's terrible they are Punishing the hybrid that only follows their master's orders " Izuku nods and looks Todoroki in the eyes "Yeah they say the reason is that they are so aggressive that they can't even get close enough to train them "It was silent for a moment before Izuku spoke again "So I've decided that even if it is just one that can be rescued from the system it's at least one step into the right direction and it might inspire other people to adopt a hybrid as well and bring Awareness to the dangers of hybrid trafficking, " Izuku says with a small smile

Todoroki smiled and was reminded of how kind Izuku was but Izuku has always been a kind person and it made Todoroki proud to call Izuku his friend no matter what happened to him, he had always seen the best in all people no matter what "If you don't mind me asking could I come with you I would like to see the tip of hybrid you might Choose" Todoroki asked Izuku smiled back and nodded " yeah! I don't mind and we can Catch up on things" " I would like that " he said smelling "but I think if I do find a hybrid and adopt I'm going to take some time off to spend with it you know like bonding or getting to know One another but for now let's eat up and get back to work the faster we get this done the faster we can go yeah " Izuku says as Todoroki nods Agree

One patrol and a few Pity crimes take down later and Izuku and Todoroki are at the front gate of the hybrid Adoption center they park the car near the building and are Greeted at the glass doors by a woman wearing a uniform " Greetings Mister Midoriya and Mister Todoroki I have been waiting for you my name is Mary willow I'm the Director of the pup cup Adoption and rescue facilities hope you didn't have any trouble getting her " " No not atoll Was it you that I was speaking to earlier " Izuku asked she nods " yes it was and I must say it is a pleaser to meet you bout and we have a lot of new friends that would love to meet you so let's get this meet and greet started sheal we follow me please " she said smiles and Tuning around Leading them inside and in the directions of the kennels

They walked around looking at all the hybrids from bunnies to Birds but noticed that most if not all of the hybrids were pups and not Fully grown hybrids like Izuku hoped the Director noticed that nothing whose Catches he's eye so she Derek's theme to the Exotic hybrids Wing of the building there they see tigers, lepers, fish and some reptiles that are Unfortunately all still pups that is until they get to the last kennel" well that's everyone if you need a Minet to decide I can live and come back or you can just find me at the front desk " "what about that last one " he asked walking towards it "oh that one " she side looking inside he sow a shark hybrid that is fully grown has a muzzle on and looks to be in bad shape with all the Scratches and bruises they can see it looked like you had gotten into a bad faith

As Izuku got close he heard the Director speak " And that is y/n she is not up for adoption " She said Izuku frowned in confusion and looked back at her but before he could ask why she specked first "That one is from the fitting ring and is Scheduled to be euthanized "he stopped and looked at her for a minute and started speaking "When will they euthanize her" "Tomorrow Though it is a real shame to see because it is not her fault she's like this it is the people's fault for putting her through that trauma and Yet the hybrids pay the price " she said looking at the hybrid in the cage with a sad expression "we'll if that is all I will leave you to it to decide what lucky hybrids get to leave and live with the number one hero in Japan com find me at the front desk when you're ready but in the meantime feel free to look around I'm sure you'll find something" she says before turning around and walking away living Izuku and Todoroki allows to Stew in their Foughts

"Midoriya what hybrid are you going to take " Todoroki asked Izuku shrugged his soldier still looking at you in the kennels Trying to get your attention but nothing was working not kissing noises not calling your Name and not Throwing small rocks near you. you just sit there looking at the floor that is until Todoroki opens his water bottle the sound made you move your eyes for just a split second, but Izuku noticed it " hey, are you thirsty you want some water? " he asked and saw you were slowly looking in his Derkson he noticed the other side of your face had a Giant bruise he also noted how every time you moved you may a Pained experience it was subtle but it was there and he noticed it as he takes out his water bottle and sprinkles some water out on the floor to show you it was water it took you a Minet to start moving slowly standing up and walk as Beast as you could to them pouting more pressure on one Leg to avoid pouting pressure on your rite foot when you got closer to them you slid down the Bars to sat on your legs wincing in pain slowly you stuck your hand hesitantly throw the Bars of the cage to Reach for the bottle Izuku was holding for you, you look so wired it was like you were expecting him to do something but sow the relief in your eyes when he handing it to you slowly to not spook you took it and broth it up to your mouth to drink but intend of poring it into your mouth you stuck out your tongue

lapping at the water with your long tongue drinking it quickly Izuku watch you for a while seeing how matted your hair was and how dirty and tired you look at least you weren't skin and bones but Stull to skinny for his liking

Izuku shat there for a mined or two before stood up and started walking to the reception disk Todoroki followed Behind him Quietly wanting to see what happened next as they approached the waiting room Izuku saw the Director working at the front desk walking up to her Izuku said in an emotionless town

" I want the shark hybrid " " No" " please I'll pay extra " " I said no Mister Midoriya " "Why -" " Because Mister Midoriya she is not for sale " " so instead of letting her find a proper family to adopt her you would rather let them put her down " he said in Ange " No that is not the reason Mister midor- " " then what is " she sighs and says in a calm voice" Mister Midoriya I don't want to put her down but she is too dangerous to freely walk around and the people from the hybrid fitting ring are still out there looking for the hybrid they trained and she is the last one that needs to be euthanized I don't want to do this to her either but I don't want her to Software Anymore" he was quiet for a minute thinking of a way to convince her he could not only keep you safe and have the Schell to train you "What are you saying that the number one hero can't protect one single hybrid " Todoroki Piped up "No that's not what I meant -" "Please I just can sit here and do nothing I'm a hero and I believe I can provide a safe investment for her to live in Maybe if she doesn't feel so frightened she'll be easier to train and less Aggravated and aggressive" she looked at the two men utterly defeated before sighing and handing him the adoption paperwork " I'm not doing this for you I'm doing it for her she deserves to be happy too and to Experience a loving family as well," she said in a sad tone of voice " go take a seat Mister Midoriya and when you're done I'll Brief you on her history " Midoriya nods feeling tears in his eyes but Wipes them away

Once the paperwork is done he walks back up to her and hands her the paperwork she Pages true it and nods " Mister Todoroki please Stay here in the waiting room well I brief Mister Midoriya on his new partner " Todoroki nods and takes a set and pools out his phone to pass the time" This way Mister Midoriya " he followed her to a small room with a Disc and two chairs" please take a seat Mister Midoriya " he sits in the chair across from her she hands him a folder White your name on it he opens the document in it he reeds

Name: Y/n

Tip of hybrid: hybrid shark Mix between a thresher shark and bull shark

Temperament: (bad) Aggressive to humans, hybrids, and animals

Class: Aquatic

How common the species is : Rare

Age: estimated to be 20

Sex: female

Facilities: pup cup Adoption and rescue facilities

Date of arrival: 2027/6/18

Previous owner: unknown

Note from therapist: we sent in a hybrid Specialist to see if we could Sedate her to Administer First-aid to her wounds but were Unsuccessful as she refused to calm down enough to give it to her, I concluded that she is deathly afraid of being pinned down

Injury report: due to her having a muzzle on she has Resorted to slamming her whole body into the staff to pin them between her and the walls she Injured a few staff members and broke several staff members' ribs and arms by slamming them as hard as possible can against the wall

Note from hybrid Specialist: we tried to feed her to see if she would let us get close to At least check her eyes for Enya's signs of blindness safe to say she is not going blind we Took off the muzzle To give her some food but were shocked at the Violent Reaction she had to human snarling and hissing but not outright attacking the is until a staff member got to close for her liking

Injury report: when the muzzle was Removed, we gave her a bowl of fruits she Ignores it and kept sleeping until we went to Replace the bowl, and she Launched forward and bit down onto Mister Kenneth's hand and Thor his point finger middle finger and fume off

he was rushed to the hospital to receive medical attention they Informed us they could not re-attached the fingers he reserved 20 Stitches

Police report: she was Found in a Flooded basement and Changed to the floor with at least 9 hybrids and 3 human corpses in the water she was Sedated and pulled out but a few minutes later woke up and started attacking the offices we Tried to subdue her but in the struggle she killing 2 men in the process we opened five 5 rounds 3 Connected 6 more were fired before Red Riot and Dynamite Showed up and Pin her down muzzled her and Administering a larger Those of tranquilizer she was then Transportation to the Nearest hybrid VT

Medical report: since of Physical and Sexual abuse

Bullets were removed from the Shoulder, stomach, and thigh she also had three broken ribs one broken leg torn muscles, a Fraction ligament, a nasty infection in her Gills located on either side of her chest under the arms what seems to be lashes made from Being whipped by Metal Wire as well as Multiple cuts made by a Knife a yeast infection swelling and redness to her Genetics an upsetting amount of bruising on her arms, legs, stomach, chest, neck, and back

Note for doctors:we tried to give her medical attention but came no fader than treating her scraps and stitching up her cuts

Note: is Scheduled to be euthanized on 29 August 2027

Izuku closed the Document and was quiet for a minute Thinking how someone could do all those things to someone and not care how you're hurting them " Do you still want her it ok to back out it is a big commitment to own a hybrid " Izuku was drag back to Reality when she asks him that question "Yes I still want her" She smiled and nodded "Well if you have your heart set on her I'll need you to sign These documents here, here, and here and I'll come in a year to do a wellness check "she said smiles Izuku nodded and read the Terms of conditions before sighing she smiled a little bit more knowing you'll go to a good home "and we are done here is your free Complimentary harness and Leash and I'm obligated to tell you when walking her in public she has too keep her muzzle on atoll time except on private property now let's see if we can get her out of her kennel " " what before we do that I have a Question if she is too Aggressive to be near people how do I get the Medicine she needs " she stopped and smiled at him " I'll make an appointment with a friend of mine to come to you he Specializes in hybrid medicine and marine life as well he can take a look at her Broken bones for you too"

They walked out of the room and back in the direction of where your kennels were when they got there, they saw you sleeping from the gate on the floor the Director handed Izuku a blanket to wrap you in she slowly moved to the door, and unlocked it so Izuku could enter

As he Crouched down to pick you up you French from his soft Touch, he stopped for a moment waiting for you to relax you Stirred a bit before going back to sleep Izuku Gentle picked you up and wrapped the blanket around you snuggle to keep you from Kicking and keep you warm

Izuku Adjusted his arms to hold you more Comfortably before walking back out of the kennel with you now sleeping comfortably in his arms head on his soldier hands under your knees and the small of your back Izuku felt confident enough to move with you in his arms without waking you up

Walk to the waiting room Izuku Spotted Todoroki and walked up to him holding you Close to his chest Todoroki smiled at him and stood up to greet him and see what hybrid he got "You got the hybrid you want " he asked Izuku nodded "I just couldn't leave her here " " oh that reminds me could you drive me home my hands are Kind of full at the moment "Izuku asked with a Bright smile and a Smole blush on his cheeks "Why don't you just put her down " he asked confused why Izuku Couldn't drive "I'm Scared of waking her up "he nodded "ok I'll drive "

" om my God I don't even realize how long we've been in there for, "Izuku says Todoroki nods "It did take a while," Todoroki said well opening the door for Izuku to get in Carefully to not wake you up as he sits in the passenger seat Todoroki Buckles his seat belt for him as izuku waiting for Todoroki to come around the car to the driver's seat Izuku looks down at you and thinks to himself (I don't have a room ready for her I'm going to have to leave her alone for an Hour or two so I can find a nesting bed for her and close oh God look at that hear it's all matted I'll have to as my mom for some Atvi's abbot hear and get you medicine I'll need to study up on the species if I want to properly take care of her ) " Midoriya you babbling again "Izuku stopped and looked at him and then out the window (when did we start diving and when did we get so close to my house) ' Izuku thinks to Himself sighs in frustration when they pool into the driveway Todoroki got out first to open the door for Izuku

Finally getting to the door, Izuku held you in one hand and pulled out his house. Keys opened the door and walked in to the house he went right to the guest room and pulled out a futon for you to sleep in for now until he could get a proper nesting bed for you

He Laid you down Gently and covered you with the blanket "Your safe now sleep tight we have a long day tomorrow " said Izuku before walking out and meeting with Todoroki taking him for coming over and helping bring you back they said their goodbye close the door as the lock Kicked Izuku slid down the door and sighs in Exhaustion he just sat there for a minute or two before getting up sitting at a disk and doing some research on shark hybrid apparently when they side you were rare they meant rare as in there were only five ever record in Japan in the US there where ten in existents but udder then that there wasn't much to go off of (guess I'm staying up late tonight)

12:51 pm

Slowly he began to drift off to sleep straggling to continue reading the article he found bobbing his head to Stay upright his eyes closed for what felt like a minute but was more like an Hour before he was out like a Light, he slept on his desk that night face planned in a book snoring Lightly

Tomorrow will be better

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Resident Evil 4: Seperate Ways

THE FLIRTING GAMES: Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: It sounded like an easy job - get in, grab the Amber and get out... Yet it became pretty complicated the moment she met Luis Serra.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Guess who's back in her RE4 obsessed era!

Warnings: swearing, mentioned death, Ada is our bestie, Leon and Wesker cameo

•••

Meeting Don Quixote

The footsteps sounded awfully loud in the room as Luis Serra danced around to a beat only he knew and no one else.

She looked at him through the thin material of the white dress Ada had put on her, before sending her off to find this Luis Serra while she kept the castle halls clean from monsters.

Serra had a handsome face, nice legs and awesome dance moves with a hint of elegance.

Ada had said that Luis was a clever researcher, who had the Amber. Well, he was good looking too and he was a good dancer with great fashion sense. That part Ada had left out of her report on Luis.

She looked aside, smiling as she appreciated what she was seeing, and hit her two 'friends' on the head with the lantern she was holding. She then kicked their burning bodies aside as she took off the white dress to finally look at the man in front of her without any distraction.

Luis looked at her, his eyes moving up and down on her body, and suddenly she was very thankful that Ada had full control over her closet.

Luis had a beautiful smile. It seemed playful and charming - and the thought that he was most definitely a ladies' man slowly occured in her brain.

"Luis Serra?" she asked as she tilted her head, letting her gaze rest on his body. "Nice moves you got there."

Luis stepped toward her with the same amount of elegance he used for his dancing, his hands were almost touching her waist. Their faces were pretty close, their eyes met, both pair having the same amount of playfulness.

"Muchas gracias, señorita." the way his lips moved while speaking Spanish stirred something inside her - something warm.

"Perhaps you'll teach me some one day."

Luis' face turned a light shade of red and she felt pride appear in her chest. She managed to make him blush.

"It'd be my pleasure." he tilted his head. "Did you bring something for me?"

"Oh." she reached inside her pocket and showed him the pack of cigarettes she was carrying around. "Ada said I should give you these."

Her fingers moved quickly as she took a single cigarette from its box and put it between Luis' lips. Before his hands could move to get his lighter, she already reached into her pocket once again. This time she had a cheap, plastic lighter in her hand and she carefully lit Luis' cigarette.

She saw something change in his eyes and her stomach was stirred again.

"Just the kind I like." said Luis, after he was holding the cigarette between his fingers.

They kept their eyes on the other as the cigarette slowly burned away -- until a gunshot could be heard from upstairs. Her whole body went rigid as she remembered why she was in the cell and who was waiting for her.

She stepped away, breaking the trance Luis' presence had put her in.

"Where's the Amber? Ada said you'd have it."

"I had it." Luis confessed. "But I had to stash it right before I got caught. I can lead you to it though."

She smiled as his flirty act broke.

"Lead the way then."

Luis stepped out of the cell and threw the cigarette aside. Then he bowed as if he'd be the perfect gentleman waiting for his lady to make the first move.

"Ladies first."

She had to surpress a grin.

"And they say chivalry is dead."

•••

A gentleman in trouble

"Are you angry?" Luis asked as he walked around awkwardly, not really finding his place when he was talking to an upset Ada Wong. "You're angry... Listen, there's this one thing I have to do before I can recover the Amber."

She was watching him from her place against a table. She watched his movements, she listened to his voice - and she had to say, he was absolutely perfect.

They were great acquaintances by then.

Luis had contacted her more times then she could count on both of her hands, and she answered his calls each and every time. It didn't matter that she had to put Wesker or Ada on hold for it. Luis was more fun, more important. He was the playfulness she had always been missing from her life.

Ada's movements seemed dangerously slow.

"Before?" she asked.

Luis didn't answer and the room turned quiet. This time around even she could feel the upcoming storm and she was standing confidently on her feet by the time Ada pointed her gun at him.

Luis seemed shocked and scared - he raised his hands as if they could protect him from Ada's gun. She felt a sense of fear run through her veins too. She didn't like Luis' situation and she didn't want him to get shot because of the stupid Amber Wesker wanted so badly.

"This isn't a negotiation, Luis. So choose your next words wisely."

She stepped between Ada's gun and Luis quickly. She could clearly see the confusion in Ada's eyes as she realized she was no longer pointing the weapon at Luis, but at her own partner.

"Whoa, Ada! There's no need for this." she argued.

"We're wasting time here. You know he doesn't like it when we're wasting our time."

"Since when do we care about what he likes?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "The only way he's getting the Amber is through Luis. And threatening him or shooting him won't make our job easier."

Ada looked her in the eyes. Their gazes met without a single blink. Then, after a few seconds, something close to understanding ran though Ada's eyes and she lowered her handgun.

She tilted her head in a silent question only they could understand - and when she nodded Ada gave her a sad look full of pity.

They were in the same boat.

"What do you need to do?" Ada asked instead of threatening to shoot Luis again.

She could feel him relax behind her. And finally she could breathe again.

"Someone needs my help."

"Leon and Ashley?" she asked as she turned around to look at him.

Luis just nodded and she could feel rather than see Ada's body freeze. She tried to push back a sad smile - oh yes, they were in the exact same fucking boat.

"They are both infected." Luis explained and she felt a small amount of sadness run through her - she always liked Leon, and Ashley Graham seemed like a nice, young girl. "And you know me-- always the good Samaritan! They need this medicine and I can make it. I know it works, because... you see, I used it-- on myself."

Her lips curled upwards.

Luis was a nice guy. Someone who wants to help and make his past mistakes right. She could understand that; she could respect that. She liked him a lot more because of that.

"Why should I care?"

She almost rolled her eyes in annoyance. Denial didn't look good on Ada Wong at all.

She cares. She has always cared - especially about Leon Kennedy.

"Because you too are infected..."

Fear was a long forgotten feeling for her, yet in that moment is overcame her like a strong wave. She looked at Ada in shock, silently begging her to say something; to deny it.

Yet Ada stayed quiet. Which meant that Luis was right. Which meant that she was slowly loosing herself.

"It's what I researched for all these years, Ada. And I see the symptoms already showing in your eyes." fueled with anger from the fact that Ada didn't tell her about her being infected, she took a close look at her eyes and Luis was right - thin, tiny, black veins were running along in Ada's eyes, making them look sick and dark. "You must already feel the effects, ey?" Luis asked as he slowly began to walk around in the room, until he stopped above a trapdoor. "The medicine will stop them for a time. Just-- trust me. You have a lot to gain and nothing to lose."

She turned to look at Ada again, who seemed to accept her fate with a cold expression.

"Ok." she said. "We do this first and then the Amber."

While Luis let Leon know that he'll give them the medicine what'll help them with the infection, she kept on looking at Ada. She looked at her calm face and stern expression.

Ada was always confident with an added elegance what made her even more pretty and desirable. But despite her confidence, someone had to worry about her well-being too. And that role was hers.

Ada Wong won't be dying in Spain anytime soon - she told herself as Luis opened the trapdoor.

Ada was the first one who jumped down the hatch, and she was about to follow her, when Luis grabbed her wrist.

She looked up at him, feeling a strange sense of shyness as his hand touched hers.

"Thank you." he said with a small, honest smile - without his usual charming grin. "For helping me."

"You have nothing to say thank you for. Especially because you're the one who'll help us."

She was about to try and jump down again, but Luis' grip on her wrist tightened.

"Why?"

She raised her eyebrows in confusion. "'Why' what?"

"Why did you help me?"

She tilted her head slightly, not daring to look him in the eye.

Why? That's a good question, isn't it? A question only Ada knows the answer to.

"I like you, Luis." she confessed as she looked him in the eye, smiling when she found endearment in them. "I want to get you out of here." her lips curled upwards as she decided to make the moment 'them'-like. "Besides... You're too handsome to let a bullet wound destroy your pretty face."

She waited until he fully understood her words and the light shade of red took control over his face. She liked to see him blush. She liked to make him blush even more.

She jumped down the hatch before Luis could have a chance to say anything charming to her. She landed on her feet and when she stood up she could see Ada standing not so far away with a patient, knowing smile on her face.

Luis landed not so far away from her. Their bodies were almost touching the other's, and this time Luis seemed to collect himself and regain his usual charm.

His right hand touched her face gently as he put a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I can't wait for you to get me out of here, so we can have that dance, guapa."

Luis waited until the pink color appeared on her cheeks, then he let go of her hair and started to play with his lighter as he began to lead the way toward his laboratory.

Ada gave her a headtilt.

"Oh, shut up!" she said with a pout, even though her face was burning.

•••

La asistente

She looked at the blue butterfly she was holding, her thumb gently stroking its wings.

So pretty, yet so fragile... Just like humanity itself. It got harder and harder to keep it together and save it from harm. Save it from people like Wesker...

If Wesker wants something, it's because the thing is powerful. Powerful enough to destroy billions of people, if not humanity itself.

Wesker wanted to be a god, that's why she disliked him so much. She never liked a man whose ego was bigger than his bookshelf. Yet Wesker was a paying customer - and in today's economy money was everything.

Then why did she feel so guilty about helping him? About giving him power so he could give her money?

Maybe-- maybe if Luis is trying to do the right thing after all those years working for Umbrella, then she could try to follow his steps too.

A quiet noise got her back to reality, and she put the butterfly away - making sure it was safe in the small black bag attached to her left thigh -, so she could answer the call. It was from Luis; and the fact itself made her smile - or rather grin like a schoolgirl.

"You rang?" she asked sweetly, enjoying the smile she could see on Luis' face.

"Just wanted to make sure my favourite asistente is doing okay."

His favourite asistente. How sweet. Perhaps taking the job offer was a good thing - thanks to that, she met Luis Serra. She'd miss him from her life if she didn't know him.

"Your asistente has just finished her task, doc." she said. "How's Ada doing?"

"She already has the red ink." answered Luis.

"One more to go then." she sighed, but moments later her wide smile was back on her face. "Do you think she can handle the last ingredient by herself? We could share a break together perhaps..."

She could see Luis smirk through the bad quality of the transmitter.

"Or perhaps we could make dinner plans, ey?" Luis stopped talking for a while, he seemed to be deep in thought. "Tell me, señorita, have you ever tried salmorejo?"

"I can't say I have."

Luis chuckled.

"Well, then you will, after we get out of here." he explained, not taking 'no' for an answer. "And then I'll take you dancing."

She felt the need to twirl her hair around her fingers like a girl - and she almost did. Almost.

But then she decided to just widen her smile instead.

"It's a plan." she agreed and she could see the happiness in Luis' eyes. "So, where should we meet up?"

After, as she put her transmitter away, she decided that she'd try. She'd try to do better. For Luis.

•••

Becoming the blue butterfly

She finished painting the red 'This way!' sign on the floor, just in time, because Luis finished scribbling his letter down to Ada as well. The man let the letter rest on the desk, hoping that Ada'll be the one who'll find it.

She put the red spray paint in her bag, then she sighed loudly.

Ada was in the trouble the last time they've seen her. The medicine Luis had given her was working slowly, therefore she seemed weak, barely standing on her two feet. Still, Ada wanted her to go with Luis - so she did.

She just hoped that her gut was right about Ada Wong and Spain won't become her grave.

"Ready?" Luis asked and she nodded. "Well then, let's go and find Sancho, ey?"

She appreciated his attempt at humor, she really did. But in that moment Ada and her well-being was all she could think about. The worst thought was that she was in serious danger, a danger Wesker could overcome in seconds - he just chose not to. Ada wasn't worth it for him - heck, she wasn't worth it for him.

"Princesa..." Luis began again as he stepped toward her, his fingers touching her hair. "Ada will be okay. Deep down you know that."

He tried to be comforting, even if he himself had his doubts. She could see it in his eyes; the small amount of fear, the 'what if...' questions... Still, she was thankful that he tried.

"I know." she chuckled sadly. "Hell, I'm pretty sure the only person who can kill Ada is Ada." Luis gave her a weak smile. "It's not just the infection, or Ada, or Leon... it's just-- everything. This damn mission, I can't fucking do it, Luis. I can't take the Amber. If I do, people will die. Lots of people. I feel like all my life I've been doing bad things, and only bad things. And I wanna make them right, I do, I just don't know where to start..."

Luis gently held onto her shoulders, his thumbs touchings her neck slightly. He had the most understanding look on his face she has ever seen. He seemed calm and collected - and so, so beautiful.

"I know the feeling, guapa. Believe me, I really do. I've done things, many things, I'm not proud of and I, too, want to make them right."

"Well, where do we start?" she asked, her lips trembling.

"We have to start small, don't we?" Luis asked and she nodded. "Well then we go and find Leon. We give him the medicine so him and Ashley will feel better. After, we'll lead them to my laboratory and you'll help me remove the plaga from them. How does that sound?"

"Good." she smiled. "Like the best job I've ever had."

Luis let go of her shoulders and she already missed his touch.

"It's a good thing you're my best asistente."

She chuckled at his words, then licked her lips so they wouldn't stay dry. She could feel the small cut on her lower lip with her tounge.

"Luis?"

"What is it, princesa?"

"Just so you know..." she began as she took an unsure, careful step toward Luis, and put her hand on his chest, her fingers playing with his jacket's zipper. "You are the best part of this damn job."

She leaned in to close the gap between them, but Luis was quicker.

His hands landed on both sides of her face, his thumbs drawing gentle circles into her skin - then he pulled her close and suddenly his lips were touching hers.

She sighed as he began kissing her, his mouth swallowing her every noise. The kiss wasn't at all fast or rough; no, it was slow, sweet, yet so full of passion she had to dig her fingers into his leather jacket, so her knees wouldn't buckle.

Damn, Luis Serra was perfect.

He was charming, smart, sweet, funny and he could kiss her to death in a heartbeat.

In those moments, as their tounges were dancing together, not at all fighting for dominance, she swore she'd do anything to start over with him.

She pulled away to breathe, her chest raising and falling quickly.

"Well princesa," Luis began with a grin. "I'm glad the feeling is mutual."

•••

Cheating fate

She was holding onto Luis tight as they both landed on the ground. She could hear her bones crack as she landed on the hard floor, and soon her muscles began to burn from the pain.

She looked at Luis' face, what was so close to hers she could feel his weak, shallow beaths on her skin. His face was pale as small droplets of blood ran down his lips.

In her eyes Luis was beatiful - he had all those emotions he wasn't afraid to show; happiness, joy, calmness, sadness... Still, her favourite was when his lips curled upwards, forming a charming grin as he said something flirty.

In that moment the only feeling she could see on Luis' face was pain. And she absolutely hated that.

A quiet squelching sound could be heard, and Luis' eyes widened. Krauser pulled his knife out. He pulled the damn knife out! She felt panic take over as she tried to climb out from under Luis' arm. God damn it, he's going to bleed out!

"Major Krauser! What-- why?" she could barely hear Leon's words as her panic took over.

"Recovering stolen goods." Krauser took the Amber from Luis' jacket, and stepped onto her hand when she tried to push herself up to see how bad Luis' injury was. "And killing a few rats along the way."

She groaned in pain. In reality she wanted to scream. She wanted to kick and claw; she wanted to shoot Krauser to death or stab him until he was a bloody mess.

"Easy work." Krauser stood up and walked toward Leon, finally leaving her alone.

"Ashley... it was you."

"You catch on quick."

Her hands were shaking as she tried to take a good look at the wound on Luis' back.

Thankfully she noticed the suspicious shadow behind Luis right before the knife hit him - she had to thank Ada for her great reflexes. The knife still got him deep and bad, but it luckily avoided his spinal chord.

The wound was under his right shoulder, next to his arm. She hissed as she looked at it and quickly tore her dress, then took off Luis' jacket so she could put pressure on the wound.

She dumbly noted that Leon was having a one on one fight with Krauser.

"Princesa..." Luis mumbled as she sat him up.

"Sh, don't talk." she managed to say as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "Don't-- you need your strength."

"I-- we need to help Leon."

She turned to look at Kennedy who successfully avoided Krauser's attack, and pushed the larger male on the ground. He was handling it just fine.

"No. No, he's fine. Leon's fine." she argued as she tied pieces of her torn dress together, so she'd be able to tie the thing around Luis' body, hoping it'd keep enough pressure on his wound while she took him off the damn island. "And you'll be fine too. You have to be. This will keep pressure on the wound until we get out of here and--"

"Princesa." Luis said again, looking up at her weakly through hooded eyes. "I think we have to change our plans."

She shook her head; no. A thick, heavy tear fell from her eye and many more were following it.

"No!" she finished her makeshift dressing as the word broke out of her - the dressing seemed fine, blood wasn't pouring out of his wound anymore, and it seemed strong enough to hold out until she found some thread and a needle to stitch him up. "Don't you say that, you hear me? You promised me a dance after we get out of here. You promised we'd have salmorejo for dinner, because I've never tasted that before... So don't you change our damn plans! You promised, Luis Serra, and a gentleman always keeps his promises..."

Luis smiled at her weakly.

"Just so you know, guapa... You're the best thing that happened to me."

She pushed her lips together, forming a thin, angry line.

"Don't you say goodbye! Don't you fucking--"

Quiet footsteps could be heard from behind and she grabbed her gun before turning around, thinking it'd be Krauser she'd see. To her surprise Ada was the one standing in front of her with an emotion she couldn't read.

Ada looked at the wounded Luis, who was smiling up at her through the blood in his mouth; then she looked at her and her teary eyes.

"Did you stop the bleeding?" Ada asked and she nodded. "Good, then give him this." Ada gave her a strange, green and yellow colored mixture. "It takes a few moments to kick in, but it'll help with the pain."

Ada waited patiently until she forced the mixture down Luis' throat, who started coughing, but slowly turned less and less pale.

"Ada--"

"Now listen to me-- I'll help Leon and after the fight's over, you'll get out of here with Luis. There's a boat on the western coast. Use it and get out."

She blinked her tears away.

Get out. She knew what Ada meant. She was giving her an out - a way out of this life, a chance to live a happy, long life with Luis, far away from people like Albert Wesker.

"But..."

"Get out of here, Y/N. And safely. I'll handle Wesker."

Ada leaned down and kissed her forehead, showing her a sign of love she never knew she had.

Soon, Ada shot Krauser's knife out of his hands - just in time, since Leon's luck slowly began to run out.

While Ada talked to Krauser, she leaned down and gave her lover a kiss on the lips. It was barely a peck, yet Luis seemed to appreciate the gesture.

"See, Luis?" she asked with a smile. "We'll have that dance one way or another."

•••

Defying a god

Ada watched as her ex-partner in crime helped Luis into an elevator, while Leon went on his seperate way to find Ashley Graham and get the parasite out of her by using Luis' laboratory.

She smiled when Luis leaned against the elvator's wall and held onto his girlfriend's hand, kissing her knuckles.

Just because she and Leon have to go their seperate ways, they don't.

She called Wesker right after all three of them were out of sight.

"I really hope you have good news."

"Y/L/N is dead." Ada said without a single emotion, knowing fully well how good Wesker is at reading people. "She died trying to protect Serra, who was attacked by Krauser. They are both dead. Krauser has the Amber now."

"Good. She has always been a dead weight anyway. An extra problem, too weak to act like she should've... She was always too emotional. And you-- I suggest you hurry. You know that I don't like to wait around. Get me the Amber!"

Ada ended the call and put the transmitter away.

She never thought of her as dead weight. She liked her. She was humane even with a job like theirs. She was way better than Wesker in her book.

Ada really hoped she'll have a great life - a life she herself envied, yet knew she'd never have.

#luis serra x reader #luis serra x fem!reader #resident evil x reader #re x reader #resident evil 4 #alessiathepirate

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ingravinoveritas · 8 months ago

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You know what's kind of wild to me? Anna just confirmed they've been together for 6 years. People forget she's still 29, and isn't 30 yet. So they met when she was still 23. Not hugely different from 25, but notable I think. Idk where the narrative that she was 25 came from and how that stuck.

Hi there! So I am still catching up on Asks, and I wanted to make sure I addressed these (grouped together due to similar themes). For those who might not have seen, what is being referred to are two separate incidents that occurred in the days after Anna posted the t-shirt story on Instagram. On Tuesday, she posted this story lashing out at a Swedish publication for sharing a story originally from a UK publication (The Independent) about Michael's answer to the age gap question on The Assembly. The story was originally in Swedish, but the English translation is on the right:

Then on Wednesday, she did the same thing again, this time with another Swedish paper:

Since so much of this hinges on what Michael said in his response, I will post a short clip of that here, so we have the visual:

When AL's stories were first posted, I noticed a few comments on a post from @nightgoodomens from someone who speaks Swedish, and after reading the article, their observation was that all the magazines did was literally translate what Michael said, word for word (which we can then also further confirm by watching the video above).

So Michael's words were translated directly, and on top of that, Anna was not tagged by these papers, or contacted by reporters "for comment"--she seemingly sought out these news stories and shared them on her own social media. What's strange is that most of us would never have even seen them otherwise, and yet she chose to draw attention to them. And if these articles truly are meaningless clickbait, I'm confused as to why Anna would lash out so hard at them, especially if she feels as secure in her and Michael's relationship as she has wanted us to believe.

The other thing for me is that the one voice that is (again) noticeably absent here is Michael's. Nearly every post Michael has responded to/shared in relation to The Assembly was about a moment between him and one of the interviewers, Leo. Not only has the clip of Michael's answer to the age gap question gotten much less circulation/attention than the initial clip of the girl asking him the question, he has not said a single word about it since the show aired on April 5th.

He has especially not said anything about being misquoted (either in UK magazines/newspapers or international ones). And this becomes even more glaring when you realize that Michael immediately jumped on someone Twitter the day before AL shared that first story and corrected them for misquoting him (in regard to his comments about Welsh actors and Welsh roles). So it's very clear that if Michael thought he was being misquoted, there is no reason why he wouldn't speak up about it. And yet...complete silence.

I also find it interesting that for months, Michael was being attacked on social media, first in the aftermath of his comments about the situation in the Middle East, then more recently after recording a video saying hello to Good Omens fans in Russia. In both cases, he was defamed over and over again, accused of supporting war and genocide, and in general had his comments twisted and distorted beyond recognition--in other words, he was repeatedly misquoted (to put it mildly). Not once did Anna defend him against any of this. Not once was there an Insta story or anything speaking up in support of Michael. But as soon as it was something about her/their relationship, here she was posting these stories and letting us know exactly what her priorities are.

To your comments @lookforthelight97 about AL inadvertently saying the quiet parts out loud, that was also something that caught my attention. We could be here all day talking about the narrative and who is trying to change what, but for those who don't know, the narrative of her being 25 came from every media outlet stating that Michael and AL met in May of 2019...despite the fact that she gave birth to Lyra just four months later, in September.

It was this discrepancy that gave a lot of us the feeling that something was off even back in 2019 (and I would urge folks to check out @problematicwelshman, who covered a lot more of this at the time). In actuality, Michael and AL would have had to have met in late 2018 (when Anna was actually 24, as her birthday is in August) for her to then become pregnant and have the baby in September. All of this to say that if the official PR line for the last five years has been that they met in 2019, it makes you wonder why AL is suddenly publicly contradicting it, especially to show the lack of contentment she seems to feel about the relationship even after five (pardon me, six) years.

In any case, my incredulity is and continues to be at AL so readily showing her insecurities in this way, because all these two Insta stories have done is to draw more attention to her response than to the articles that are mentioned. Articles that again, none of us would have known about if she hadn't shared them. Yet as was said above, I don't think there is anything that anyone could post or write that casts doubt on Michael and AL's relationship the way her own social media posts do.

And to what you @vaguelyomens and @angelsadvocate96 said about Michael mentioning that his greatest fear is being alone, I feel like maybe Michael has such a fear of being alone because he already knows what it's like to feel alone. To know deep down that you are not remotely on the same page as the person you're in a relationship with. To know that they don't understand you and never will, but feeling responsible for them nonetheless, and not knowing how to reconcile those two things. It's difficult to imagine anything that would make someone feel more alone than that.

So, those are my thoughts on the Insta stories AL shared earlier this week. As I have said before, I know that I could be completely wrong, and I'm happy for folks to share their perspective, whether you agree or disagree. A heck of a lot to think about, for sure...

#lookforthelight97 #vaguelyomens #angelsadvocate96 #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #the assembly #this is cringey all around tbh #and if this is just one thing about Michael and AL's relationship that has been fudged/manipulated #it's hard not to wonder what else has been left out of the story. and why #curiouser and curiouser #also her posting those stories and attacking the media outlets with no comment from Michael feels like a one-sided conversation #the more i think about it the weirder this all seems #choices #not all of them good #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #anna lundberg #relationships #discourse

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The Isle kid was almost completely silent as Dr Sweet worked, save for the occasional gasp or whimper. It hadn't taken long for him to catch the way its eyes would flick to his face after every sound it made, searching for a reaction as though it was trying to make sure he hadn't heard it. Eventually, he started talking to it, telling it everything that came to mind as he worked. He wasn't sure how much it heard, but it seemed to find comfort in the sound. Probably hoping him speaking would hide its reactions. He did his best to pretend he heard nothing.

It felt like it took hours to clean and close the wounds it had managed to reopen. He decided against more optional things, ointments for the bruises and abrasions. He'd give those to it and tell it how to apply them. It needed a break and looked eager to be done with the strange man worrying over its wounds. So he skipped to dressed what needed to be dressed. It didn't protest as he found himself needing to wrap its entire torso, but bandaging its neck was where it drew the line, grabbing his wrist and glaring at him before shaking its head slowly.

"Don't touch your neck?" Sweet guessed. It nodded. "Got it. No problem." It relaxed and let him go. "You mind telling me what happened?"

"Yeah," the kid snapped. That was the first word it had said this entire time. It had relied on body language and Iago interjecting this entire time. He'd almost started to think it either didn't speak English or couldn't speak at all. "I do."

Well, the wounds definitely spoke for themselves. Even if he didn't know exactly what caused them, the words "slut" and "whore" being carved into its skin gave him a good enough guess. And he could understand why it wouldn't want to elaborate to someone it had only met an hour ago. "Alright, you don't have to. But do you know hoe you reopened all this?"

The kid scoffed, glaring at the faucet of the bathtub it was laying in. "Jay's a bitch."

Well, tell me what you really think, he thought, smiling ever so slightly. "Some sort of fight?" It nodded once and looked as far away from him as it possibly could. Clearly it didn't want to go into the specifics of the fight. "Well, I'm gonna need to recommend you avoid fighting with anyone else again for at least a week. Maybe more."

"I do what I want."

Of course it did. "Look, son-"

"You aren't my father so DON'T CALL ME SON!" The kid yelled, glaring straight into his eyes and tensing as though getting ready to either get up and leave or attack him.

Okay, touched one hell of a nerve there. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I won't do that again." It glared at him untrustingly before calming slightly. He was forgiven. For now, at least. But unfortunately, he had to ask. "Your father. Was he the one who-"

The kid scoffed and shook its head bitterly, spitting out "No." After a moment, it elaborated. "But he sat back and watched Mother sell me to the sonovabitch who did do it, so."

There was a lot to unpack there but he doubted it would tolerate him trying. "Are you still living with them?" Unfortunately, he was a mandated reporter. If he had reason to think this kid was a victim of ongoing child abuse, he would need to contact CPS. And that would lead to a world of trouble.

"No." The kid said. "They think I'm dead. I'm safe." He wondered who its parents were but knew better than to ask. Really, he was lucky it had opened up this much. But it seemed to know he was wondering. "King and Queen of Hearts."

Oh. He'd heard horrible things about its mother and heard side stories about how its father enabled the Queen's violent behaviour. In a way, he would have thought their children wouldn't fall victims to that as Underland did. Apparently, he was wrong. And he couldn't find it in himself to be that surprised. "I'm glad." Then he got an idea. "What's your name?"

"... Ace," it answered after a long pause. "Crown Prince Aleksandr Valentine Hearts of Crims."

"Your majesty." He stepped away from the tub, dropping to one knee and bowing his head. "It's an honour to meet the rightful ruler of one of Atlantis's sister countries. If you would allow me to, I would love to make Chief Kida of Atlantis aware of your freedom so that you can begin the process of ascending to your throne."

"You- you don't need to bow," it stuttered. He got to his feet and went back to his seat next to the tub. "I'm not so sure..."

"Hear me out." It paused and gave him a curious look. "For now, all you need is to officially be allowed to claim your title as Crown Prince. The second you do that, since Crims doesn't have a king or queen, you're automatically the highest monarch of your country. And with that comes certain privileges even before you're crowned king. You'd be able to place legal protections around anyone you want, keep people from getting sent back to the Isle. You'd also be immune to being sent to the Isle unless you get yourself found guilty of high treason by a majority vote from the Auradon Federation Council. And once you properly ascend to the throne, you get a seat on the council, the right to speak on all matters bought into the council, and you get a vote. You'll also be able to forge political alliances." He smiled. Having an Isle kid on a throne would be game-changing. "I'm not royalty, I can't tell you exactly how you being able to forge alliances would help everyone, but you'd be able to get half the council on your side easily and that would be major. If you want, I can set you up to speak to Chief Kida, or Sultana Jasmine, or King Arthur. They'd be able to explain everything better."

"Like gangs." He was throwing a lot of information at it and could see it struggling to process everything. It was trying to turn what he was telling it into a situation it could understand.

Thankfully, he knew exactly what it was thinking. "Exactly like gangs. You know how Harriet and all them keep each other safe and create massive change by working together, and how there's an inherent protection because attacking one of them is attacking everyone?" It nodded. "That's a lot like what you could do here. And you know how Harriet is more powerful than Maleficent?" That was kind of oversimplifying it, but that was the easiest way to explain it. Maleficent had power from her army, experience, age, and reputation, but Harriet had power in the amount of people she had bought together, in how heavily she could bring the hammer down if provoked. Harriet had more power than Maleficent because she had more under her control, and because everything under her control was there because they were loyal to her cause and trusted her, not because they were afraid of her. "You have the potential to do that here. You could do what Harriet is doing and we can help you." If it got enough allies who were loyal to the cause, it could massively impact the way forward. Barring something catastrophic happening, they could probably split the council. If they played their cards right, this alliance could probably get more power than Beast. "You know how someone's evacuating kids from the Isle?" It nodded. "If Beast finds out that this one person is doing that, that one person is screwed. But if we can make a public alliance like this, lay the groundwork before all of this goes public so he never even has a chance to stop it before it's too late, that person is protected. He wouldn't be able to prosecute them because the power of the alliance would stop him, he wouldn't want to effectively declare war on half the council. And if he did, this alliance would be able to wield enough combined power to stop him. Maybe even overthrow him. All we need is someone to back up, someone we can stand behind. And if that person is you, it's not as risky as it would be if Chief Kida or Sultana Jasmine were doing it. He has plans for if they do something like this, ways to shut it down. But you? You would blindside him. He'd never be able to make a plan and stop you in time."

"So what you're saying..." he could see the gears turning in its head, but it was starting to look excited. It understood what he was saying. "Is that if I get my crown, I could do this network thing and he'd be so blindsided that he'd be helpless to stop me until it was too late. I'd be your guys's Ace in the hole."

The way it told that joke told Joshua that it made similar jokes often. But it was right. That was exactly what he was saying. "Bullseye."

It grinned. He'd never seen anyone look so excited at the possibility of committing what was essentially a legal political coup. "Well, in that case," it paused, seemingly for dramatic effect, "I'm in."

#ace hearts #ace of hearts #descendants au #isle of darkness #original character #descendants oc #swearing #caps

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mariacallous · 1 month ago

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Donald Trump’s answer to a question about child-care costs last month was eye-opening — not because of what it said about his agenda if he were to return to the Oval Office but what it said about his ability to do the job.

Asked at an economic forum in New York what specific legislation he would back to make child care more affordable, Trump rambled incomprehensibly for nearly two minutes without answering the question.

“Well, I would do that, and we’re sitting down,” Trump said. “You know, I was somebody — we had, Senator Marco Rubio, and my daughter Ivanka, was so impactful on that issue. It’s a very important issue. But I think when you talk about the kind of numbers that I’m talking about — that, because look, child care is child care, couldn’t — you know, there’s something — you have to have it in this country. You have to have it. But when you talk about those numbers, compared to the kind of numbers that I’m talking about by taxing foreign nations at levels that they’re not used to.”

The rest of his answer provided no clarification about a connection between import tariffs — if that is what Trump was referencing — and child-care costs. The lack of context, or even complete sentences, made his comments as clear as mud.

But what was crystal clear was the decline in the former president’s ability to hold a train of thought, speak coherently, or demonstrate a command of the English language, to say nothing of policy.

President Biden, after struggling with his answers during a June debate with Trump, ended his bid for a second term in July. That decision came after Democrats publicly voiced concern about Biden’s cognitive fitness and the press pursued the controversy breathlessly for weeks. Editorial boards, including the Globe’s, had even urged Biden to step aside.

Yet neither the media nor Republicans have shown that kind of urgency as Trump has repeatedly shown himself to be, to put it kindly, unwell. That is not only unfair and irresponsible, it is dangerous for the future of our country.

The next president will enter the Oval Office at a time of immense challenges: an economy on the upswing but still hamstrung by persistent inflation; the ongoing domestic threat of home-grown radicalized terrorism; a surge in racist, antisemitic, and Islamophobic hate crimes and bias incidents across the nation; expanding conflict in the Middle East and Ukraine; and the ongoing global threat of political and election interference by China, Iran, and Russia, just to highlight a few.

The next president must be sharp and nimble in confronting those perils. Trump’s decision to halt an Oaks, Pa., town hall last week after two attendees needed medical attention and then convert the event to an impromptu dance party, dancing awkwardly to the tunes of the Village People and Barbra Streisand for over a half hour instead of answering voters’ questions, does not a paint a picture of a man up for the task of being commander-in-chief.

Trump and his campaign seem to be aware of his addled appearance. He canceled several interviews in recent days. At a rally last month in Johnstown, Pa., Trump tried to pass off his meandering verbal style as an intentional strategy called “the weave.”

“Friends of mine that are like English professors, they say: ‘It’s the most brilliant thing they’ve ever seen,’ ” Trump said. News flash: That’s a lie too.

I’m not a doctor, but in a report for STAT, several cognitive experts who have studied Trump’s speaking patterns over the course of several years say his disjointed way of jumping from one subject to another — called tangentiality — and his increasing reliance on superlatives and absolute terms are consistent with several causes of cognitive decline.

Though cautioning that they could not diagnose Trump without examining him, experts said his speech patterns match those of people experiencing the effects of things like mood changes, aging, and dementia.

“There’s reasonable evidence suggestive of forms of dementia,” clinical psychologist Ben Michaelis told STAT. “The reduction in complexity of sentences and vocabulary does lead you to a certain picture of cognitive diminishment.”

Yet Trump’s party has not urged him to step aside for the good of the country, as Biden’s did. And much of the press is doing the American people a disservice by treating Trump’s obvious cognitive slippage as just “Trump being Trump.”

Yes, the press has a lot to wrestle with when it comes to Trump, including his embrace of authoritarian strongmen, his refusal to vow to accept the election results, his criminal conviction and civil judgments for fraud and sexual abuse, and his racism and disparagement of women, LGBTQ people, and immigrants.

But his diminishing cognitive ability can’t be ignored. He may not be able to get a grip, but it’s long past time the news media and Republicans stop participating in the gaslighting. We can see reality with our own eyes.

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 5 months ago

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Song of the Sea

Past =-= Next

Author's note: Jophiel's next bit in Husbandry. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric and Ash'val.

Warnings: None that I know of.

Summary: Jophiel learns more about the sea side town that his human lives nearby. And starts learning English by going to classes at a Community center.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

It had been nice to speak with Claude for a bit, even though the other had fussed over him and had threatened to send an Apothecary to check him over. Which he thought was unfair, since he's already healed up from his injuries.

He hums softly to himself as he mentally goes over the tasks that he needs to complete before he goes to the Community Center to learn more about the local language called English.

He listens to his wonderful Bonded talk about what they were going to do, among other things and hums and occasionally chirps out a response, either in stilted English or in Gothic.

He helps clean up the breakfast that they shared, base line food, he has to eat a stupidly large amount of it to truly be full. He has a meal of it, for the simple pleasure of tasting such wonderful variety and flavor. He still has some nutri-paste and rations that he will consume later to finish filling his belly.

Now that he knows about the Imperial Fist and Salamander base that is a few hours away. He'll try to report in for some supplies before scurrying back here.

Depending on the temperament of the First Borns that run the base he might get away with supplies, for only a few weeks of working for them.

They can't be too bad, Claude and Cedric are still there, and have brought in Ramiel and Catius to that place as well. Granted, they know and can withstand a lot of punishment and suffering.

But since they are on Ancient Terra... they could simply leave for a different 'war band' or base if it was truly intolerable. Or so he hopes that is the case.

After finishing up with the chores and helping with what he knew how to do of farm chores and animal husbandry (which admittedly is very little, and only what his dear, cherished Bonded has taught him).

"I will be back in a few days, meeting with brother-cousins," Jophiel carefully says to you in English, his accent and slight lisp endearing.

"Oh?" You ask him with a surprised blink.

"Yeah Cedric is fussing about making sure health good," Jophiel says struggling to say what he wants and needs to in English. "Is Space Marine Doctor."

"Are you sick or still injured?" You ask with a concerned frown on your face suddenly worried.

He had been badly injured and terribly skittish when the two of you had first met. But he'd healed shockingly quickly and had said that he was better.

"No- just Space Doctor check up," Jophiel says quickly trying to comfort you.

"Alright," You say as you try to calm down a little and stare up at him firmly, "If you are sick or hurt, tell me so I can help you. Yes?"

"Yes my heart," Jophiel says with an adorable smile down at you.

You can't help but smile back at him. He's so sweet at times, and it has your heart melt. "I'll miss you while you're gone."

"One of my hearts shall remain with you, always," Jophiel tells you with earnest red eyes.

You fluster a little at that. Jophiel is lovely, playful, artistic and slowly growing more articulate in English. He could be terribly romantic and flirtatious at times. You aren't sure if he means it like that or if that's just how he speaks.

He nuzzles you for a few minutes, a deep rumbling purr coming from deep in his chest. You gently pat one of his hands and lean into him. He's certainly cuddly, on his terms. The first time you heard him purr you had been utterly surprised and delighted at the same time.

Jophiel gently lets you go and heads off to go find that Imperial Fist and Salamander base that Claude had mentioned that he was living and work in. Once he gets close to the major inland city, he makes sure to carefully land, skillfully avoiding being noticed.

He closes his eyes and focuses and weaves the illusions on his wings which he lays against his back and makes sure to not move. He staggers a little from the dizzying amount of effort, focus, and energy that is being drained from him to hide his wings.

He shakes his head a little and starts to head towards the base that Claude had spoken about, he makes sure to send Claude a text message through the shared Primaris-only channels as he picks his way to the base. Carefully making sure not to impede the flow of base line traffic.

Claude finds him a few minutes later and looks him over briefly before they go to the Iron Fist and Salamander Base. They check in and he speaks to the First Born cousin, doing the 'check in' process that has been developed for the Loyalist that have landed on Terra.

He listens to what he's told, even as his vision starts to flicker, as spots start to show up. Claude is very careful in how he's holding him. Jophiel's grateful for that as he tries to not look like he's leaning into Claude as the effort to hide his wings becomes far greater.

He murmurs his thanks to Claude as he feels the other start to lend him energy to continue up the illusion. Cedric has a slightly pinched expression on his face as he heads to them. Spotting the way Jophiel is totally not being almost entirely supported by Claude's weight.

"You Idiot," Cedric hisses at Jophiel.

He grunts a little, it's taking all of his concentration and energy to keep up the illusion on his wings. Cedric continues to hiss at him under his breath and grabs Jophiel's other arm and swings it over his shoulders as they drag him to the nearest hiding spot where neither eyes electronic and natural can watch them.

"Drop the illusion," Cedric orders, all Apothecary sharp and commanding.

Jophiel does with a gasp, "Throne! That was really difficult."

"You are an idiot for doing witch craft on Ancient Terra," Cedric scolds Jophiel.

"I don't want to incite madness in First Borns," Jophiel protested. "you know that is what my mutation can cause in others, unless it's hidden. And I'm in armor, so I can't wear a cape to hide it."

Cedric gives him a sharp look and exchanges another look with Claude who is casually guarding the door. Technically they should take Jophiel to the medbay.

But- Jophiel would get upset if he had to go somewhere so public for a check up. Technically they should take Jophiel to one of the Librarian Captains and inform them of the Primaris Librarian Scout.

Technically, as Ramiel and Catius knock on the door carefully informing the trio of who's at the door. They are breaking some of The Rules, which is bad but Jophiel is uninjured and seems to be fine, stable and steady.

Technically, they should also inform the nearest Blood Angel or one of their Successor Chapters First Born of Jophiel being here. But Jophiel likely won't want to meet them.

"At least you haven't shredded your wing again," Cedric says tartly, "Or hurt yourself by being a block head."

"I'm not a block head!" Jophiel protests.

Cedric gives him an Apothecary Look TM, "All brothers who aren't Apothecaries can be Idiots."

That got all of them protesting that Cedric wasn't being Unfair and A Little Mean. Ramiel looks over Cedric with an assessing gaze, noticing that he seems... Upset about something.

"Cedric," Ramiel says gently, "Once you are done checking over Cedric, I'd like to talk to you."

"Fine," Cedric says not looking at Ramiel.

As one of the First Born Captains, and one who's a Scout Captain at that, who's been able to start to get through the prickly shields of the Primaris Marine Scout-lings that had been found, he'd been informed of their furtive movements, and how they seem to be hiding something. Again.

Captain Ash'val had been walking from one place to another- when he'd noticed that Cedric had a look on his face. One that he was starting to learn what that meant.

Then he'd seen Catius, and Ramiel try to sneak about. Since he can't find Claude, and no one has noticed him on the cameras or in person. That sneaky youngster (who he's not certain is Actually a Raven Guard, Honest), but a different, sneaky Legion, er Chapter.

Ash'val rubs his face a little and sighs, wondering just what was going on in the 42nd Millenium that has the Primaris Marines default to hiding their wounded brothers from the First Borns. Ash'val wonders just how long it's going to take before he, or Feldarim, or any of the others meet this newest Scout-ling.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #adeptus astartes #blood angel #blood angel oc #oc: Jophiel #primaris marine #primaris blood angel #oc: Claude #oc: Catius #oc: Cedric #oc: Ramiel #oc: Ash'val #mentioned oc Feldarim

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tear you apart - Dave York x f!reader (one shot)

Summary: You were his assistant. You had a crush on him. Classic.

Word count: 8.8k

Warnings: Bad words, p in v, unprotected sex, slight mention of abusive coworker (not Dave), possessiveness (from Dave hehe) and alcohol comsuption.

Author’s Note: My mother saw me writing this and she said it was impressive that I was writing in English. That's one of the good sides of being the only one who can speak and understand English in a brazilian household - I can write 8k words of smut about a Pedro Pascal's character.

He isn't even in my list of regulars. But again, since when you guys try to understand me?

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It wasn’t like he was your boss - in matters of hierarchy, he had more pomp, but he didn't have the power to order you to serve coffee, for example. Unlike the other agents in his ranks, however, Dave York was… likable. He limited himself to almost symbolic instructions or requests - a report, a question about the availability of a meeting room (he didn't like his).

The thing that made him tolerable was simple. Dave York knew how to ask just as much as he knew how to demand.

You mentioned him to your coworkers sometimes and you all would share nothing but a few words about the guy - that he was nice, polite, discreet. With nothing but an old LinkedIn profile, there wasn’t much to see about him. Well, in the meaning of personality.

Dave was attractive. And married.

That being said, you couldn’t see yourself as the purest of the souls for feeling such a magnetism towards him. You wouldn’t come to some excuse, to say that the looks you sent his way had this uncontrollable intensity because, hey, you would go feral over him. It wasn’t true. If you wanted, if you tried hard enough, Dave would be just someone from work. What gave you some sense of preservation was that you’d never give the first step. What took it away from you was that if he asked, if he suggested, you wouldn’t… be contrary to the idea. But you would say no.

“Did you hear?” Alessia, a fellow friend, came to your desk with fast steps and a weird eagerness.

“Hear what?” You raised your head nonchalantly, ready for whatever gossip she had on her because… Well, Alessia never hid her intense interest in whatever off-work situation was happening around the office.

She eyed your surroundings, surprisingly making sure no one was listening - it seemed so odd that you yourself looked around as well, frowning at the sudden mystery around whatever topic she would bring.

“You know Dave York, right?” Alessia whispered, body leaning over your desk.

“... Yes?”

“He’s getting divorced.”

“WHAT.”

“Shut up!” She shushed you with a scolding, enough to make you tap your mouth shut almost immediately.

“How do you-Fuck, Alessia, how do you know that?” You asked after composing your discreet tone, not even daring to pretend you weren’t interested in what sounded like a huge lie.

Dave loved his family, he acted like a girl-dad-family-guy type of man, even if in subtle ways - to not involve any business thing with personal issues. From what you saw, which wasn’t much, he would at least be in a couple therapy. Hell, Dave would fucking try. And given the number of women around the building who gave him intentional glances and flirty lines, you would know by now if he had given up to the ‘temptation��.

You felt bad for thinking of him like that, like he was a cheater, even if it was common for guys like him. There were other reasons for people to divorce, especially if you’re working on a job that takes so much of your time and-

“... I might’ve been passing by his assistant’s desk and eventually listened to her talking on the phone…”

“Alessia.” You warned.

“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear! Dave is… Well, he’s nice with us. I wouldn’t snoop through his things, he’s not Dawson or that stupid Mark Russo-”

“Mark Rudolph.”

“Yeah, whatever.” She waved you off. “The point is that she mentioned something about Dave being kinda unstable because of marital crises. Divorce. Her words, not mine.”

All of this sounded so secretive, so intimate; you know Alessia enough to be comforted by the idea of her not spreading the news. She was too curious, but not cruel to prejudice Dave or his assistant. All in all, she would just bring the subject up again in the privacy of your lunch breaks or night outs - nothing more sexy than that.

“... Oh.”

“That’s all you have? Oh?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, engage! How could you not be surprised by it?”

“I don’t look surprised?”

“You look lost.”

Because you were. During your lifetime, you had your fair share of big news or surprises - an aunt of yours assuming that she was lesbian in her late 50s, your college grades being enough to have a job in the government, finding out that losing your virginity wasn’t that big a deal. The difference was that they were all expectations, things you imagined in a way and turned out to be something else. Well, you could guess that your aunt could have inclinations. Applying for an office job in Governmental Security, in the CIA, was your first option since high school. You had at least 5 friends telling you that sex wasn’t great.

You couldn’t guess, in your spare time with the senior agents, that Dave York would be divorced.

“... We shouldn’t be speculating,” You said in a defensive tone, adjusting yourself in your seat and looking back at the computer screen.

“Don’t act so innocent, yeah? I know you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, so you think you’re always so subtle about the biggest crush you-”

“Shhhhh! Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Your desperate shout came lower than her clear intention to fuzz with your absence of reaction. A hiss, you could say, with your hand slapping her wrist.

Alessia grinned like the devil itself.

“Just sayin’,” She raised her hands in defeat, straightening her stance and looking you over with a smirk. “He’s officially on now, baby.”

“Get the fuck outta here.”

And if you felt your cheeks and neck burn - if you knew that this was because she was kinda right, you blinked a few times and got back to your work.

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“Hold on!”

You’d heard it before you saw whoever the person was - you just held the elevator’s doors with a small ‘oof’ and dizzy feet. Just when you smelled the perfume, when you heard, again, the same voice but with a soft low tone saying a single thanks, you noticed who it was.

Fuck.

Seeing Dave standing there, both hands on his pockets with a neutral expression, not even giving you a side glance to notice your surprise. You cleared your throat, turned your heated face to the side and watched the doors closing - him staying on one side of the thing, you almost being swallowed by the wall from the other.

You unconsciously passed your hands over your dress. A new one, in a color you liked. You were so fucking nervous, as if the conversation with Alessia made you a criminal of something you shouldn’t be interested about. And, well, you weren’t, you know? It's just… Ugh.

“Seventh floor?” The sudden question made you turn to him with a frown.

“... What?”

“You’re going to the seventh floor?”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, we… Our department changed to this floor.” No etiquette towards the topic of just saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’. You needed to embarrass yourself.

Dave smiled in comprehension, then nodded his head.

“Has it been recently?”

“Three months.”

“Mm.”

And you looked at him, when you dared to give him more of a real glance, you noticed that he was still watching your nervous stance with a small pleased grin on his face. You smiled back - not with the same confidence, of course, but that was something at least.

“I’ll take notes from now on.” Dave said after a long elevator ride in silence, right when you were leaving him there alone. You turned around, saw the same grin staring back at you. “That you’re on the seventh floor now.”

It seemed sweet enough, polite for a colleague; you couldn’t help but smile at the amused tone of his voice and his ease into making small talk.

“Yes.”

And even if it was regular, not odd or invasive, you stood there in the corridor, after the doors were closed and the elevator kept going up, up, up…

You stared at the thing until Alessia came by your side, asking what took you so long.

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For better or worse, you didn't tell Alessia about the little encounter with Dave, or the others that happened over the next few weeks. It wasn't like there was a point A and a point B - he was kind, polite and subtle in his approaches, as you would see him doing with any other colleague. You were conveniently there and the interactions were never awkward in any way.

The said magnetism was there. Your attraction as well. For that very reason, you kept everything there, in the professional line of things, where the schedule of occupations and spaces on the seventh floor were always more convenient. And until you could gather reliable information, one that didn’t come with too much excitement from Alessia because damn you loved her but she could be really delusional, you decided to keep it cool, on your quiet side of the things, without big hopes or inventful ideas. Or let your imagination flow to-

“Good afternoon?”

You gasped at the voice, startled by the sudden noise in the middle of such a quiet room, and when you turned around, pencil in hand, you saw Dave standing in the doorway with a small smile on his face.

“Hi! Erm-” You cleared your throat, blinking a few times. “Hi. Dave. Sorry for that, I was distracted. Wasn’t expecting anyone here… so… soon.”

“Yeah, a meeting of mine ended early and I thought I'd use the free time to check some emails before we start here. Do you mind?” He pointed at one of the empty chairs, not daring to move before you could nod. “Thanks.”

It was unconscious the way you rubbed your hands on the fabric of your dress before going back to the board and writing the topics Joe had asked for - it was as if your palms were suddenly wet with a taut, unexpected sweat. And to be fair, you never really liked Joe's traditional handwriting method; PowerPoints would cut your time on your feet and certainly save you the trouble of writing or erasing the same things over and over to make your handwriting minimally legible, but it would do you some good to keep yourself busy with something while being alone with York.

It also seemed like the kind of situation that was pretty depressing for your morale. With Dave there, you'd need to limit your curses and defeated mutters to each erase, which revealed itself to be a stressing quest. You would hate to give him the impression that you hated what you were doing even if you did - Dave could be nice, but he wouldn’t stop himself from giving Joe his opinions about your behavior.

And, well, you kind of needed the job.

All the silence in the room, interrupted now and then by the pen scratching the whiteboard, was only interrupted after a good few minutes, when he decided to speak.

“Do you-”

“Yes?”

Your quickness to turn with visible stress and discomfort had him frowning, then looking down at the way your fingers tightened around the pen. Maybe it just wasn't a good day or the situation itself was always this stressful, but your shoulders were tight and your posture tense. No, that wasn't it. It wasn't Dave or the writing on the board. Meetings involving Joe would always put you on edge - days of prep, practically doing all the work for charts and data, and even information you barely had access to, all to receive other types of demands that left you stuck with too much work.

Dave noticed that.

“... Do you have news from Eleanor?” Being decent enough for that, he decided to ask this instead, which made you blink a few times, as if waiting for a blow that never came. “I end up getting few updates on how she is doing. I've been pretty busy lately and I couldn't congratulate her. It's a boy, isn't it?”

Oh. Oh, yeah. Eleanor. His assistant, who became a mother recently and was out on maternity leave. That Eleanor.

“Yes. I think his name is Bryan. Or John. Or Bryan John or John Bryan… I’m not sure.”

“Seems like something she would choose,” He said with an amused smile. “And as much as I want her to take her time, I admit that I miss her around here.”

“Yeah, well, not everyone can replace an assistant.”

“You’re right. Joe is the lucky one to have you, always ready to provide and organized. If he didn't waste your time with such nonsense-”

“Nonsense?”

“I could-Yes, nonsense-I could use some help. Or just take you for me already.”

The joking tone made you scoff a giggle, hiding your mouth with your hand and averting his gaze. Dave was giggling as well, but with a huge confidence - not tearing his eyes away, measuring your reaction. When you raised your eyes again, he still had that attentive face.

“I’m sure there’s other great assistants willing to help you.”

“Well, I haven't found these ones yet. If you ever know where to find them, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

“Of course,” You smiled, not being able to help but feel a little shy at the attention.

When Joe appeared shortly afterwards, along with the few who would also be present at the meeting, the topic died down, but you got the impression that Dave kept a focused look in your direction for a while longer before getting distracted with work.

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If you're being completely honest, you knew you were the kind of person that other people took time to feel the kind of sexual appreciation for. It took a while, without love at first sight or passionate looks - it was like unveiling a beauty that perhaps wasn't clear at first. Alessia said that you were very modest and inattentive, that people looked at you or that you didn't really notice flirting because people did; you'd rather think that you just occupied yourself with different things and, you know, that's okay. It was a normal enough life within the work you did.

You didn't have a car, despite knowing how to drive a little (with a short list of incidents in your history), so you always took the bus or train or, on difficult days, a taxi or Uber. This, of course, when there were no extraordinary conditions, such as extended working hours because Joe made you stay. That day, you were busy with a lot of documentation that had come to you late. Alessia even offered to give you a ride, but she had a date that night and you knew it would get in the way. 'That’s okay,' you said, and then saw the entire floor empty completely as the hours passed.

When you took an elevator with a defeated sigh, around eight, you thought you would be able to get the difficult day's transport; it was dangerous to walk at that time of night, of course. But then you ended up on the sidewalk of the building, no battery on your phone and not even a sight of a taxi nearby. Fine. Fine. Yeah, totally fine. That was the epitome of your career, of working with Joe, of… being a fucking ‘good employee’ just so that motherfucker could-

“Hey!”

You turned around at the sound of the voice, startled to see Dave parking his car in front of you and leaning over the passenger seat to grab your attention from the desperate swipes you made on your phone. He was smiling politely at you, waiting for a reaction you didn’t give for a few seconds.

“Hey,” You said with a small smile. “I didn’t know you were working late.”

“Yeah, had some stuff to do,” He shrugged. “Are you waiting for someone?”

“No, I’m just trying to find a ride home. My phone’s off, I can’t call an Uber and there’s no taxis around.”

Dave raised his eyebrows, looking around and nodding a little.

“You live nearby?”

“I wouldn’t say nearby, but…”

“I can give you a ride.”

The offer made you blink dumbly at him for a moment, phone in one hand and purse in the other.

“No, no, I don’t want to bother.” You waved him off with a smile.

“It's late and it's getting cold. I would hate to leave you here when I can leave you at home,” He argued, still without losing his friendly smile and soft tone. “I'll drop you off.”

You could say 'no', you could insist that a taxi would show up soon or that you could just use his phone to order an Uber, but you knew it would be in vain because Dave was insistent and might get upset if you refused to accept the ride from him. Besides, who were you kidding? It was a ride from Dave York, the guy you were really interested in. What other opportunity would you have to learn more about him, even just a little, outside of work?

“... Okay then,” You conceded with a nod, hearing his ‘attagirl’ while he let you enter his car. Once inside, you put the seatbelt on and kept your purse firmly on your lap to keep your hands busy. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay. What are co-workers if not to help in these difficult times?” And he said it so nonchalantly, using one of his hands to simply touch your knee in a friendly manner before putting it back on the steering wheel, that when you finally noticed the action, you also noticed that you left him hanging on a question about why you were there so late.

“Joe gave me some paperwork at the end of the day and the deadline was tomorrow,” You said, seeing the way he frowned.

“Does he always do this? Make you stay alone here until late?”

Well, you didn’t want to complain, it would be unprofessional. But you were so tired, so done with Joe’s shit, that you couldn’t help but say something about it.

“He’s always saying it’s work.”

Dave scoffed.

“This is ridiculous.”

You nodded, eyeing the streets silently. That was the beginning and the end of the conversation, with you just giving basic instructions of where you live. During this time, you noticed a few things inside the car; small things, like the childlike ornament on the inside rearview mirror or the pleasant scent of bergamot or the soft music from the radio station that played almost like a discreet soundtrack. He looked as organized there as he was in the office, without a crumb of food on the inside or a stain on the dashboard. Everything was impeccable.

“You know, that job to be my assistant is still open.” The sudden comment made you turn to him with surprise. Dave was already on the street where you lived and you thought he wouldn’t say anything else, but that made you frown.

“What?”

“There’s a big chance that Eleanor will not be back. I’m gonna need someone to help me.”

“But…” You considered. “I'm sure the agency has a list of more experienced people for you.”

He smiled at that, parking right in front of your building and turning his body to you, one arm hanging on the steering wheel and the other brushing his chin.

“I think you have enough experience for what I need. And believe me, I’m meticulous when it comes to choosing who I want to work with, and I’ve been watching you for some time.”

Really?

“Really?”

“Mm-hm. I always envied Joe for having someone so valuable on his team, I already told you that. And let's face it, as a senior agent, I can give you more benefits and I certainly don't intend to keep you working late into the night.”

That made you smile a little, shaking your head and eyeing the street ahead with uncertainty.

“... I need to think about it.”

“Hey,” He brushed his fingers on your jaw, making you turn your eyes at him again. Get your shit together, woman, for the love of God… “No pressure, yeah? You take your time to consider. And if you’re afraid of how Joe might react, I’ll deal with him.”

“O-Okay…”

“Tell me your decision when you feel like it,” Dave leaned in, disconnecting your seatbelt and brushing his hand on your shoulder, then opened your door. “I would be happy to work with you anyhow.”

��Okay,” You repeated yourself, nodding and getting out of the car. “Thanks for the ride, Dave. And for the opportunity.”

“Anything, honey. Good night.”

He sped down the street and you stood for a long time on the sidewalk outside your building thinking about a few things: you should take your charger to work, Joe was an asshole, Dave York gave you a ride (his car smelled really good, like him), he had been paying attention to you and… God, he called you 'honey'?

Yeah, definitely get your shit together.

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It was like having one foot outside. In the morning, all it took was for Joe to send you an email saying that you should pick up his suits from the dry cleaners and, as soon as you arrived at work (without the suits), you went to the ninth floor and, effectively, to Dave's office.

He had the same charming smile he always had when you said you accepted the job.

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It was a curiously peaceful transfer, most likely due to the bureaucratic situation between Dave, a higher caliber agent, and Joe. Dave's room was much larger, with large windows and good lighting, and everything seemed much more comfortable. You felt impressed and wanted to impress.

Eleanor told you everything, but curiously she didn't know how Dave liked his coffee or his favorite restaurant for lunch. She mentioned that he never asked her that kind of thing, and when you mentioned it to Alessia, she said that maybe that was why people liked him there (apart from, as she herself mentioned, 'his nice, toned ass in stockings age').

As soon as you started, he had a two-week trip to Brussels. This gave you time to get used to his routine, with calendars and schedules, even with who he preferred to talk to or who should leave messages on your desk. All the effort (that you convinced yourself that came from a place of pure professionalism) had some return when he arrived that morning, after the trip, with a smile on his face and his casual blue suit, Dave had two cups of coffee on his hand, accompanied by a small paper bag from Starbucks.

“I unfortunately didn't have time to bring the champagne,” He teased, handing you a cup and the bag. “Latte and cinnamon roll, right?”

“How did you-”

“Alessia.”

Hah. Of course. That would explain why she sent you a million morning texts telling you she would be the one bringing you coffee.

“That's very kind of you,” You said with a smile. “But it's a shame I don't know yet which coffee you like.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dave reassured, walking in the direction of his office and observing you from head to toe. “That's not the first thing I value in an assistant like you.”

Like you. Of course you didn’t know what it meant, but you tried not to read into it. Either way, you smiled a little while sipping on your coffee and eating the cinnamon roll, touched by the considerate act.

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It would always be a cliché for the boss and the secretary to have such a passionate and fiery affair. At the CIA, there were very strict rules about this type of behavior, but they didn't have the same weight as not being able to tell government secrets or being one of those retired guys who went on TV documentaries to talk about how aliens existed. The break rooms were full of true stories of similar cases, just like an everyday convenience, so it was normal when, over time, people started to speculate or make jokes about your relationship with Dave.

At first, you just denied it with a smile. Little by little, everyone started to believe, because ethically speaking, Dave never showed any signs of giving you some kind of special treatment compared to anyone there. The curious thing was that, as people let the speculation cool, you noticed some kind of tension between the two of you.

After the first month, he started to have subtle touches on some part of your body: fingers that brushed your back when you two took the elevator together and he told you to go first, or touches of his fingertips as he asked about the color of your nails. Sometimes, unconsciously, he would stay close enough while showing something on your computer and then, before leaving, he would give your shoulder a brief squeeze before leaving.

Between the second and fourth, more or less, the stares began. At first you thought he was just staring into space in contemplation or reasoning, with you conveniently there in his eyesight, but then it seemed more like a deliberate action. You felt him watching and the next thing you knew, Dave was smiling like nothing had happened before going back to work.

From the fifth to the sixth, he started bringing you small gifts from trips he took. From Canada, a pair of winter socks; from Malta, a ceramic set of espresso cups; from Spain, a Manila shawl. They progressed from small considerations for your services to finally 'I remembered you when I saw this' and 'I thought it would go with your kitchen'. He gave you rides, paid for your lunch, complimented your hair or your nails or your skirt or your shoes and sometimes he just kept staring, as if paying attention to something.

Dave, that same man who you labored a regular interest in, wore the same tailored clothes, the ones that accentuated his body, revealing potentially strong thighs and a perfect physical structure for someone his age. At that point, though, being so close, you knew he bit pen caps when he was focused, ran his hands through his hair when he was tense, and always left two buttons on his shirt open after the last meeting of the day was over. His hands were an interesting counterpoint, steady and reflective of manual labor, even though he was always impeccable.

That all meant you were noticing each other.

Deep down, in fact, you just had the impression that he was naturally inclined to know everything from a person who would be so close to his routine, his professional environment and his life as a whole, and therefore, he would always know everything about you unconsciously while you would only know what he wanted you to know.

“Oh, what’s the special occasion?”

The question caught you by surprise, enough to make you gasp. Dave was entering his office nonchalantly, looking at you with an amused frown. You were just putting some paperwork on his desk when he came back from a meeting.

“... What?”

“Your dress. I’ve never seen you wear this one before,” He pointed out. “And it’s way too cool for the environment.”

Oh yeah, the dress. The dress you were almost dying for him to notice, but you didn’t get so lucky because of how busy his morning was - enough for not being able to see him until that exact moment, after lunch time. The dress you chose carefully at a shopping trip with Alessia, one she approved, one that was new. It was an earthy shade of brown, kind of satiny and fitted to your body almost like a glove. It wasn't really a dress, it was a discrete set - the tighter shirt had a few buttons and the skirt complemented it, as it was the same color, in a harmonious way. Well, those were things Alessia had told you. In a way, you agreed. You felt good in the morning when you wore it and you were feeling good (in a different way) about the fact that Dave paid attention; finally paid attention.

“I hope I'm not straying from dress protocol,” You said, trying to sound funny or collected about his comment. He smiled, walking closer.

“Wouldn’t say you did it,” Dave stood two steps away, both hands inside his pockets while, without any shame, looking at the extent of your body. “You are quite distracting, but I don’t think you can help it. Wearing this or not, you’re a pretty woman who happens to wear pretty clothes.”

You blinked at him a few times, taking notes on the way he said it so casually, without a single tone of flirting, then turned around his desk to go through his day.

“So? Any special occasion?” He pressed calmly, focusing on the papers in front of him.

“... No! No, I mean… I’ll go for a few drinks with some friends from work. Alessia, some other assistants… Happy hour.”

“Oh,” Unimpressed. “Seems like you’ll have a lotta fun tonight then.”

“So-so.”

“So-so?”

“Joe will be there too.”

With your time working together with Dave, you began to expose small aggressions and positions that Joe used to have. It wasn't anything serious, it was even 'normal', like comments that came very close to inappropriate and absurd during working hours. In the beginning, you mentioned things he did to others, things that Dave had often witnessed. When you told him about yourself, about what Joe directed at you, about the calls for drinks and rides that you always politely declined, Dave even apologized if he was being invasive. You said no. After that, he got weird when he heard about the guy.

Mentioning this to him made you watch that same reaction. He raised his eyes at you with a big scowl, papers forgotten and a stern expression on his face.

“Will he.” Dave said in an emotionless tone, as if making sure you said it right.

“Yeah, some agents will, in fact,” You nodded. “You could come by too if you want to. I know it’s not your kind of thing, but maybe, I don’t know, you could decompress a little?”

The offer was left hanging in the air for quite some time, with him staring at you without a reaction. You waited for a decline, really, because Dave wasn’t one of going out with coworkers just because. But then, all of the sudden, his face relaxed, he smiled and became a whole different person in a matter of seconds.

“‘Would love to, honey. Just don’t want to interrupt your complainings about the bosses ‘round here,” He teased, going back to the papers once again, being all playful.

“We’ll be careful to keep it away from your ears,” The answer made him giggle.

“Just tell me when and where, yeah?”

“I will.”

You left his room satisfied, even if not so hopeful that he would really appear at that get-together. Perhaps, and that could be a fair statement, obnoxious of how Dave’s face fell into that same ugly scowl with the reminder of Joe’s presence still surrounding your social life - or your life, in general.

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“What are you looking at?” Alessia asked, pushing a drink in your hand and following your eyesight at the door. You just averted your gaze, sipping in a way too strong cup of gin and vodka.

“Nothin’.”

“It must be something. Should we be waiting for someone else?”

Dammit, why did this woman know you so well?

“... I just…” You looked around, making sure none of your coworkers would hear you two. “I invited Dave.”

“YOU DI-”

“Shut up!” Preventing the storm of words coming out of her mouth, you shushed her off, giving another wary look around the bar. “I offered. Nothing more than that.”

“And I assume he said yes?!”

“He did.”

“Oh,” She raised her eyebrows. “Bold of you.”

“Yeah, I can see it.”

“No, seriously. That’s the most brave thing you did since that dude from IT.”

“Really?” You made a face at her.

“Just sayin’, baby, sorry. But let’s hope he comes by, give us some good talk instead of this… whatever this is with Joe and his guys.”

Over her shoulder, exactly where she pointed out, you saw Joe sharing some of those suspicious laughs with some other fellow agents, obviously saying something that your colleagues couldn’t find funny in the slightest. You sipped on your drink again, raising an eyebrow at her and shrugging.

“Let’s hope.”

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It was a long night, even if it was fun despite the company. You moderated your alcohol intake, laughed with your friends, knew how to dismiss Joe's mean or typically provocative comments. He behaved, somehow, at least for what anyone could expect from him, and the problem was just that his whole personality was just annoying. By the end of the encounter, later on, with people disappearing and any sign that Dave might appear had already vanished, you decided to call it a night, phone in hand, ordering an Uber for you and Alessia.

Chilly night, peaceful street - not a lot of cars available, which didn’t bother your friend, who leaned against the brick wall on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette and staring at the sky during what seemed like a really good drunk state. You kept an eye on her from time to time, splitting your attention between her and the phone screen, sometimes seeing those drunk eyes looking at people passing by or just wandering around.

You turned your back for a second, anxious at the possibility of finally getting a car and-

“Hey!”

It wasn’t aggressive, nor harsh, but you jumped at the possibility of drunk-Alessia interacting with anyone by any means. When you snapped your head in her direction again, ready to start a fight or anything that she could throw your way, you saw that it wasn’t the case - that she was smiling at the sight of the person approaching.

“You’re, like, really late” She said to Dave, narrowing her eyes to see the time on her wrist watch and then waving it in front of his face.

“Got stuck with work, sorry,” He smiled apologetically, turning to you. “Last minute problem.”

“Is everything okay?” You asked, mind already working on what you could’ve forgotten to do before leaving to the bar.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” Dave waved you off. “I take it the night went well?”

“Except for that stupid Joe talking a lot of shit, it was good,” Alessia intervened, voice full of venom while blowing the smoke of her cigarette in the night air. “That bitch can’t shut the fuck up…”

“I think we’ve got the point, Alessia, thank you,” You scolded her, taking a few steps closer to make sure she was listening to you properly. She tsked, face turning to the side while she started to get distracted again.

That just made you huff, shaking your head while going back to your phone to find the damn Uber.

“No luck?” Dave asked.

“No, this just-” You raised your eyes in time to see him really closer, looking curiously at you and the phone screen. That made you stop in your tracks, clearing your throat before speaking again. “I’m not really lucky with this stuff, maybe.”

“Huh,” He grinned, looking around for a second. “I was hoping I could come by, but since your night ended early, I can give you two a ride.”

“That’s not really necess-”

“It is!” Alessia cheerfully said from behind Dave, raising both hands in the air. “My feet are killing me, baby…”

That made you roll your eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” You said. “Really, Dave, you can have your drink, enjoy the night. We’ll find a ride to go back home.”

“I insist,” He pressed, one of his hands carefully placed on your right arm. “And anyway, I was planning on enjoying the night with good company. The only difference is that you’ll be in my car.”

Hah. How charming… You couldn’t help but smile at his statement, seeing from your peripheral that Alessia was smirking and making pouty kissy lips in your direction.

“... If you say so.”

“Yeah, he said so, can we go now?” The way your friend throwed the comment at you two made Dave grin grow wider.

“C’mon, ladies.”

He helped Alessia to sit properly on his back seat, even opened the door for you to sit at the passenger side. Took Alessia ten or fifteen seconds to pass out, sleeping soundly in a very embarrassing way. All the while, you sat there quiet, talking now and again to give directions to where your friend lived; Dave drove peacefully, right hand on the steering wheel while his left elbow was propped up on his open window, head tilted to the side.

You couldn’t help but pay attention, like any other moment you two were in the same room. He seemed tired, stern - work clothes still on, mind probably going somewhere else.

“You should start charging me, you know?” You decided to make small talk right after you two left Alessia at her place.

“Mm?” Dave hummed absently, not taking his eyes off the street.

“For these rides.”

He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement, smiling a little.

“Should I?”

“Any other person with common sense would.”

For a moment, all he did was huff, but when you two stopped at a red light, Dave leaned comfortably on his seat and looked at you.

“You should know by now that I don’t play by common sense.”

“... No?” You frowned.

“Nn-nn. There’s a lot I prevent myself from doing that could have something to do with common sense.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Why not?” The traffic light changed and he started driving again, but now more attentive to what you were saying, almost amused by the way his face was softer.

“You’re the perfect example of someone who plays by common sense. Polite, well dressed, family man…” The last word made you hiss internally.

“Mm.” He didn’t seem affected by your words, by the slight mention of his family, because that was one of the things you two never talked about. Still, you could punch yourself in the face for that.

“I mean, the usual.”

“Makes sense.”

“Right.”

“But everyone has things that don't have to do with socially acceptable stuff,” It carried an intensity, the way he said it, one that made you shift in your seat and burn your cheeks.

You brushed your fingers on the fabric of your skirt, averted your gaze from him to watch the street. Deciding against your better judgment, or just being a coward, you didn’t elaborate.

“Joe behaved?” He asked after a beat of silence, changing the subject.

“On his own terms, yes.”

“‘Would hate to have another talk about his approach with my assistant.”

My assistant. Why did that sound slightly… No, no. Get your fucking shit together.

“You two… talked?” You asked with curiosity, clearly a little confused by such information. He clearly didn’t need to do that.

“Did I do it wrong?”

“I just don’t want to bring you any problems.”

“You’re not,” Dave reassured you, shaking his head. “You’re my friend, aren’t you? I like to be sure my friend has anything they need if I can help.”

Yeah, friend would be… Yeah. Friend. Huh. Friend.

“Fair point.”

“I know,” He smiled.

The rest of the ride went on in silence, but you couldn't tell for sure if you were comfortable or anxious or confused. Or all at the same time. It was like you felt bad for even trying to read beyond kindness, like an obsessed teenager interpreting signs that weren't there. Maybe he just thought that Joe's presence still hovering around him could interfere with the quality of his work and, therefore, he just made sure he stayed away. It made sense.

When you arrived at your house, it took you a while to get out of the car, with a strange delay. It was clear that you wanted to enjoy that almost intimate and private time with Dave, to be close, to talk about what the two of you could have talked about at the bar if he hadn't been busy with work. You wanted to continue feeling the electricity of being close, of attraction, of hearing his voice for longer, his laugh, his mannerisms.

“I have beer,” You said bluntly. “If you want to, you know.”

He stared at you for a moment, measuring your face and lightly licking his bottom lip, then using his thumb to brush his chin - that regular tick he had.

“It’s late.” He said.

“... I know, sorry, I-”

“But beer sounds good.”

At the same time as you felt relieved, you felt a feeling in the pit of your stomach of anticipation. You smiled, got out of the car and clenched your fists when you heard him do the same behind you, followed by his footsteps on the asphalt until you realized that you should start walking to your door. Dave followed silently, keeping a respectful distance but curiously watching you the entire time you invited him in.

He didn't look around your living room when you turned on the light, nor at the place where you left your bag and keys - Dave looked at you, at what you were doing, in a look that seemed to penetrate your insides. You made a comment about him not noticing the mess and he just shook his head. You started walking to the kitchen, asked him to follow you and he did, stopping next to the counter and, again, burning your back as he stared at you, taking the beers from the fridge.

It was safer to sit at the kitchen table, so you did. Only then, when you started making comments about what was talked about in the bar hours before, about how fun it was, did Dave re-engage in the conversation, losing all his silent and observant posture for a more conversational one. You managed to relax more, but your body felt the way his eyes went from your eyes to your mouth as you spoke, or to your throat as you took a sip of beer. And you could certainly never catch him making any of these observations, because they were quick, subtle, almost hallucinogenic, as if you were imagining it.

At some point during that conversation, when it was actually much later in the night, you were wearing no heels, he was wearing just one more button undone on his shirt and the two of you became more comfortable on the couch, extending what seemed like the first conversation you were having in months. It could be the buzz of the beer or the tiredness, but you started to notice more closely the same things he might have been noticing about you: the little skin that showed at the opening of his shirt, the fabric of his pants pressing against his half-open thighs, the mouth touching the bottle spout.

You didn't even pay attention to whether you were being discreet about it or not.

“It surprises me,” He said casually, pulling you out of your trance.

“What?” You asked.

“No boyfriend or girlfriend on the line for you?”

“No… I think I’m always busy enough for that.”

“I can give you some days off if you need,” He joked, which made you two giggle a little. “But really, I’m impressed there isn’t no one in the game for you.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“There actually is someone.”

Dave raised his eyebrows.

“Oh?”

“But it’s more like a platonic thing.”

“So a friend from work?”

Don’t answer that. Lie.

“Yes.”

“Do I know him?”

Lie!

“Maybe.”

He nodded his head, contemplating your answer carefully without taking his eyes off you. There was a pregnant pause, with you both just looking at each other without saying anything.

He was the one who approached first.

It wasn't something blatant, like grabbing a person out of nowhere, but it felt more like a probe, as if he was testing the waters before moving forward. You let him, because you knew it was incredibly sensual to see him take such small, subtle steps towards the end of all your doubts. He just adjusted his position and sat a little closer, placing one arm stretched across the back of the couch, his fingers almost touching your shoulder but not enough.

“So I am your will outside of common sense?” Dave asked in a low voice, head tilted to the side while he brought the same fingers close to the collar of your shirt, brushing the fabric calmly without losing eye contact. You swallowed hard, feeling a heat between your legs and the most irregular beating of your heart.

“... Mm-hm.”

“I see…” He hummed, moving his hand closer to your face, the tip of his fingers now grazing the skin of your neck, up to your jaw, cheek, the bridge of your nose and then the cupid bow of your lips.

That wandering tip of his finger booped the tip of your nose lightly, almost playfully, with a smile growing on his face at your lack of answer.

“I've always admired your facility with words, dear. Why are you suddenly so quiet with me?”

You blinked a few times at the call out.

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you want me, for starters. At least just as much as I want you.”

“How can I say that if I don’t know how much you want me?” It was your turn to be the smartass, but he liked it, biting his bottom lip.

“There we go, there’s my good girl back…” Dave leaned in even more, breath touching the corner of your mouth. “You’ll have to earn this info, baby. That’s how it works. Wanna know how to do it?”

You nodded.

“Words.” He used a stern tone, eye to eye.

“Yes,” Was your answer, one that came out breathly from the proximity.

“You’ll take your clothes off, then you’ll bounce on my cock like I know you dreamed of doing. I’m sure you’re already wet, I can fucking feel it. And you’re always so efficient, I know you can do it effortlessly.”

Dave had a commanding presence, a calm but stern way of ordering. He walked away, smiling like a rascal when he saw you try to follow the heat of his mouth with a pathetic movement of your head, and sat comfortably on the sofa, legs open and both hands resting on his thighs. You would find it ridiculous if it were anyone else, but it was Dave, so you unconsciously started to go for the buttons of your shirt.

“Get up,” He interrupted your movements. “‘Want you to put on a show for me.”

And damn, you did it. You got up, wobbling a little from arousal, standing in front of his spread legs and getting even more hot with his lustful gaze. Tentatively, you unzipped your skirt and moved your hips so it fell to your feet. As soon as you opened each button on your shirt, he lifted your hips a little off the couch, taking one of his hands to adjust his hard on. It was a scene you certainly wouldn't forget.

“Nah,” Dave raised a single finger before you could open your bra. “Changed my mind. Sit here.”

Again, you obliged, both hands on his shoulders for support while you straddled his waist. He seemed distracted by your lingerie, looking and analyzing you, running his hand over the straps, then over the transparent fabric that barely covered your nipples, attentive to the care he was directing towards them. When you sighed at the contact, he leaned his head and gave one of them a small kiss through the fabric, making you whimper.

He was so hard against your covered core, you almost moved your hips for some friction, but before you had the chance, Dave grabbed the sides of your panties, pulling them up and pressing the fabric against your throbbing clit. The motherfucker was playing with you, observing each change in your expression at the teasing.

“Such a pretty pussy…” There was an amused tone there too when he pulled the panties to the side and brushed his knuckles on that sensitive area. “What’s taking you so long to fuck yourself on me, hon? Go on. Take it off.”

Gaining some ‘decency’, you went to his belt, easily opening his pants and taking in the sight of a big and really hard cock that was melting with pre cum. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight, of being able to hold it against your palm and pump him a few times. He groaned at the stimulation, as if warning you to go faster, to fucking sit on it, so you obliged again, stretching yourself with his length and moaning at the sensation of being so full.

“Thaaaat’s it,” Dave gripped your hips firmly, growling. “Get used to it, baby. Stretch that pussy, get used to my cock so you can have it anytime you want.”

“Yeah?” You panted.

“Mm-hm,” That was all the encouragement you needed to start moving, rolling your hips and going up and down slowly, savoring the moment with him. “Since the first time I saw you looking at me, begging me to fuck you good, I wanted to bend you over that desk and give exactly what you’re asking. Because that’s what you wanted, eh? Wanted me to fuck this pussy?”

“Yes… Fuck, yes…” You closed your eyes at his words, aroused by the discovery that your desire didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“So do it. Prove to me that this lingerie is for me, not for Joe.”

Dave was frowning in concentration when you blinked at him. The admission seemed coherent, like all the reactions he had about you mentioning Joe started to make sense. Fuck, he was jealous and that was so hot.

“Jealous?” You smirked, speeding up the movements of your hips against his.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fucking jealous,” He slapped one of your ass cheeks, bringing your face closer with a hand wrapped possessively on the nape of your neck. “Jealous that he got to get you, to talk to me about how hot you were and that you’re not mine. Almost taught him a lesson, almost fucking killed him…”

It could be a reaction of the intensity of the moment, but you thought it was so hot that all you could do was moan. Suddenly, then, you were on your back on the couch, with him sealing your lips in a harsh and wet kiss, pounding inside of you restlessly.

“All mine, you hear me? You’re mine,” Dave bit your bottom lip harshly, making you taste blood on your tongue, then touched your forehead with his. “Say it.”

“I…” You were close, so close, faster than with any other partner you ever had in your bed before. “I’m yours, Dave… Yours…”

“That’s it, you’re mine. Fucking mine,” He got on his knees, putting your legs up around his hips, going even more deeper while watching him disappearing inside you. “Joe doesn’t get to fuck you like this, I do.”

Taken by the same lust as you, he groaned when he noticed you getting your orgasm with a high moan, wrapping his fingers around your neck for stability while not stopping the movement of his hips. The slap sound of skin on skin made you go crazy, gripping his arms with the sensation of your second orgasm coming in full force.

He came a lot. Taking deep breaths, you just felt all of his seed inside, but also dripping around your thighs and probably wetting the cushions below you two. All of this, all of the intensity, and Dave was fully dressed.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft again, nothing like the savage he’d been minutes before. With the weight of him on top of you, his breath on your neck and his come on your legs, all you could do was nod. “Words.”

The second order made you put your arms around his torso, holding him close.

“I am, Dave. I am.”

He groaned a little to support himself on his hands, eyeing you from above and taking in your cock drunk expression.

“You look even more gorgeous like that,” The comment made you smile shyly at him. “Been jerking off for quite some time imagining your face after I fucked you, not I’ll need to do more times so I can’t forget.”

“I’m willing to help.”

“Good,” He smiled, leaning down to kiss you slowly and sensually, probably tasting a little blood from your injured lip. “Because I’ll fucking tear you apart.”

#dave york x reader #female reader #dave york fic #dave york smut #dave york x you #equalizer 2 #dave york fanfiction #dave york x female reader #pedro pascal

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bihanarms · 2 years ago

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Short one-shot in English (sorry in advance for any mistakes, I'm French) featuring Luis x Fem!Reader!!

Warning: Some mild smut at the end :p

It takes place while Luis is working at Lab 6, secretly developing Nemesis with his colleagues.

You're supposed to be a journalist coming to interview Umbrella and their pharmaceutical advancements, but the truth is that you're there to extract information about their true motives and try to expose the truth about Umbrella to the world. Unfortunately for you, it's Luis who you have in front of you :p Feel free to correct me or let me know if anything doesn't sound right.

OS: Luis x Fem!Reader : Not So Dangerous Curiosity

11:57 a.m.

A deep breath was taken, as a trembling hand reached into a overused notebook from a bag, followed by another hand searching for a black pen. "Fuck, where is that damn thing?"

(Name) finally felt what seemed like a pen under her fingers after hunting through every corner of her handbag, and immediately pulled it out. "Well, a pencil will do," she said to herself.

She took another deep breath as she saw her colleague approaching in the distance, cigarette in hand. The scent of mint mixed with tobacco wafted into (Name)'s nose as she immediately took the cigarette away from her cameraman's fingers. "You could’ve juste ask…" sighed the young man as he took out a camera from his bag.

(Name) pretended not to hear him as she looked at her watch for the twentieth time in a few minutes.

12:00 p.m.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

A nod and a hand gesture to indicate the camera now resting on the young man right shoulder were his response.

"Don't forget, I'm the one who speaks," were (Name)'s last words before being interrupted by the creaking of a door. "Are you here for the interview?" asked the man in a white coat who had just opened the door.

From head to toe, (Name)'s gaze traveled over the man standing right in front of her. Medium-length brown hair, stubble, tall and slender... a well-defined face, a rather charming smil-

"Ai, Señorita, por favor, I just asked you a question," snapped the man in the coat, bringing (Name) back to reality with a snap of his fingers.

"Luis Sera, encantado," he mocked, "Are you here for the report on our latest advances in the pharmaceutical field?

Her heart started beating fast as she realized that she had lost herself in her thoughts and had been caught staring at the man named Luis a bit too intensely. She straightened up, trying to regain her composure and seriousness so as not to lose her credibility, and raised her eyes to meet those of the researcher.

Blue or gray eyes? Maybe both? Well, it was an enchanting colo-

"(Name), please " came a sharp voice from behind the young woman.

A smirk was heard from the person still standing in the partially open door.

Fuck..,for the second time, she had lost herself in his gaze and had forgotten all her professionalism in a matter of seconds.

"We're ready, sorry for the delayed response, we're just intimidated by Umbrella's reputation. It's just the stress talking," (Name) tried to recover, gradually regaining her confidence. No matter who was in front of her, and no matter what he looked like, (Name) had a very important objective today.

Take Umbrella Down.

Luis Sera opened the door wide and gestured for the two reporters to enter his laboratory.

"So, this is stress, huh?" These words were spoken low enough for the cameraman not to hear, but said at the right moment for (Name) to understand them as she passed by the handsome researcher.

(Name) stood in front of the imposing facilities of laboratory number 6, immediately struck by the high-tech aspect of the place. The room was filled with machines whose names she could hardly imagine, tables filled with paper documents inscribed with diagrams that she barely understood. Samples were also stored on all sides. But the answers she was looking for about what Umbrella really was, or at least the paper evidence, seemed to be nowhere in sight.

Quick, she signaled to her camera-friend to turn it on, gripped her notebook tightly in her hands, and put on a confident air, leaving no trace of how she had behaved towards this man before entering the building.

"Zoom in on his face," she said firmly.

"I'm going straight to the point, Mr. Sera. There are rumors spreading about the company you work for," she said.

Luis' face tensed as he heard her first words,

"It is said that you are actually busy manufacturing secret bio-organic weapons to create new human species like super soldiers-"

The Umbrella researcher suddenly ordered security to remove the cameraman from the room as he found himself face to face with the young woman who had just lowered her microphone.

"Did I say something I shouldn't have?" (Name) said provocatively.

Luis took a few steps towards her, bringing his face close to hers, now just a few inches apart. As (Name) was not intimidated, she kept control of the situation, not moving her face an inch. she was determined to extract any useful reaction from the researcher.

"It's funny how I thought you were here for a report on our latest pharmaceutical advances," he said sharply.

"Maybe you had trouble reading our email," (Name) mocked, raising back her microphone right in front of her interlocutor's mouth. "I'm still waiting for your answer, Dr. Sera"

"You see, mi hermosa," Luis began, placing his finger on the microphone to reposition it, "I thought I was going to have a nice, interesting interview with a beautiful journalist that I could have taken to a hotel for the night if she had wanted to. But you just ruined the mood of the day, I'm afraid."

Her thoughts raced in her head as (Name) tried to find a coherent way to respond to the man who was just millimeters away from her face. She could feel her blood rushing in her veins as her face slightly flushed. She would have loved to spend the night in a hotel with him as he had suggested, and let him take care of her. Luis was exactly her type of man under normal circumstances. But today unfortunately, she had to try her best to achieve her professional goals, and had no choice but to ruin the mood, as he put it.

Seconds passed and the ticking of the needle on (Name)'s watch grew louder, as a small voice in her head told her that maybe she could try to combine pleasure and professionalism in this story.

As she slid her hand up Luis' leg delicately, (Name) stood on her tiptoes and began whispering in his ear.

"If you don't want to answer now, then maybe, just maybe," her hand moved up to Luis' belt buckle, playing with it as if to give him a hint of what she was going to propose, "I could give you what you wanted initially, before I 'ruined the mood', in exchange for some innocent information. No one would know who leaked it, handsome."

A wave of heat was felt below Luis' belt as he couldn't help but imagine the different positions in which he could have taken (Name) right now. Deep down, he couldn't deny the effect that these words had on him.

Without warning, he grabbed the young woman in front of him by the neck, eliciting a moan from (Name), who couldn't help but smile at the man’s action.

A brief silence hung in the air for a few seconds as Luis closed the gap between his lips and (name)'s, almost brushing them. A shiver ran down our journalist's spine as a tempest of emotions surged within her: excitement, passion, apprehension.

Their gazes locked once again, and their breaths grew more intense as his free hand slowly slid down (name)'s belly, making its way between her underwear and jeans, stopping just where he could feel her wet core.

« Don’t stop there. » breathed (Name) heavily.

The sensations were overwhelming, as time seemed to stand still for a few moments. Their hearts were pounding, their breaths were short, and only (name)'s hands trembled slightly, while the atmosphere crackled with palpable tension.

Unable to resist any longer, she tried to bring her lips closer, ready to dance with the man’s tongue.

"You wish," Luis said finally, pulling his face back just in time to barely avoid her kiss.

"Now get out of here and never set foot in this lab again, neither you or your cameraman boyfriend," he continued firmly, releasing (name)'s neck suddenly and turning his back on her, trying to hide the obvious bulge that had formed in his pants.

"You haven't heard the last of me, handsome " (name) retorted sharply, after picking up her bag from the floor and turning towards the exit.

#luis sera #resident evil #luis sera x reader #luis serra navarro #resident evil 4 #luis serra #resident evil remake #luis serra x reader #luis smut #resident evil smut #luis sera smut

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totesnothere04 · 2 years ago

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According to Plan Pt.1

This was a request. I hope it lives up to your expectations hun! ❤️ @hatislust

Recom!Miles Quaritch x F!Metkayina!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Cursing, judgment, it's short because I don't want to burn myself out on my series. Sorry loves.❤️

Part 2

"This plan is a copy and paste of what I sent Sully to do to the Omatikaya... He won't fall for it. Especially with us smellin' like humans. It's a bad idea, General." Miles objected, but the blonde scoffed and shook her head.

"I don't hear you or any of your team coming up with a different plan. If smelling like us puts you at a disadvantage leave and live in the forest for a while. Get our smell off of you and go kill Jake Sully." Ardmore says with an irritated sigh. "You're going in with barely any contact with us. Only report once a week, using this, until you get close enough to do it. Go." She hands him a transmitter that's easily concealed and then she motions for them to leave and he and his team leave without another word. This was going to be far more difficult than he wanted to have to deal with.

~Meanwhile~

"Oel ngati kameie, JakeSulí." You greeted him and he groaned.

"(Y/n) how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Jake?" He chuckles and you wave him off.

"If that is what you want." You say as you walk into the water next to Neytiri. The water shifted and you frowned as you looked out over the horizon.

"What's wrong, (Y/n)?" Jake asks.

"Something has shifted. I must discuss this omen with Tsahík." You tell him in broken English and move to leave the water leaving the couple to have some much-deserved alone time. After spending months nursing Neteyam back to health and helping him overcome his night terrors, they deserved a little bit of time with each other. You make your way to the healers marui and kneel infront of Ronal.

"Oel ngati kameie, Tsahík Ronal." You greet her and she looks up from what she's doing.

"Oel ngati kameie, (Y/n)." She greets. "Is there something you need?" She asks.

"No. I felt a shift in the water. Something has changed and I wanted to speak with you about it, since you are Tsahík." You tell her.

"Yes, I felt what you speak of. I will speak with Tonowari about this and see what he wants to be done to prepare for this unknown shift." She says and you bow your head and make your leave.

It had been months since you felt that shift. Jake and Neytiri had remained on edge since that day, and you and Ronal stayed mostly preparing spiritually. Tonowari kept all warriors on guard but didn't want to cause panic in his people. However, as Olo'eyktan it was his place to let them know of the possible coming danger. After months of not seeing any change, you were starting to wonder if you had misinterpreted the shift.

Then it happened. The horns blared to announce the return of the Tulkun. You and Ronal looked at each other. She picked up her son and you both made your way to the commotion. There were ikran, 5 of them and each one had a rider. 5 disheveled looking Na'vi stood with hands held up in surrender. They were obviously what Jake called 'avatars' because they wore silly human clothes. Their hair was longer than Jake had described, their clothes were torn and shredded, and they had shoddy bows and arrows attached to the sides of their ikran. Any footwear had been long abandoned as their feet seemed hardened over time spent running through the forest. You looked at Ronal and she glanced at you.

"May I scent them, Tsahík?" You asked her and she nodded. You approached the tallest one only to be yanked back by Jake. "What?" You ask him irritated.

"That's the one I told you about." Jake said and you rolled your eyes.

"I still have a job to do Jake. I'm only scenting them then it'll be up to Olo'eyktan and Tsahík." You say and he sighs and lets go of your arm. You make your way back to the men with a stern look set on your face. The tallest one had broad shoulders, cropped ears, short hair, and a tattoo of some kind on his arm. You yanked his tattered shirt toward you and sniffed. It didn't smell of anything dangerous except for his body odor.

"Gettin' a little handsy there sweetheart." The man said and you glared up at him. He seemed surprised that you understood him since you had been speaking in Na'vi before. You move on to the others in his group and sniff their clothing too.

"They only stink, but I don't smell any recent human scent." You tell Ronal and Tonowari. They nod and move toward the group of avatars. The bald one started to reach his hand forward and your hand flew to your knife as you released a guttural hiss. He looked at Jake confused.

"Shaking hands isn't seen as the symbol of respect when you introduce yourself on Pandora. She is hissing in warning... If you wish to keep your hand, keep it to yourself." Jake says irritatedly. The bald guy retracted his hand and placed it back on his hip. One of the guys catches sight of Neteyam who is standing behind you, and you cover him with your own body more. You bare your teeth and growl at him. He winces and looks away from you and back to his leader.

"Look I know we're off to a bad start-" The leaders starts but gets cut off by Jake.

"A bad start? You and your people's agenda has only ever been hate, kill, and profit. Your entire time on this planet has been nothing but bad." Jake says and your glare hardens on their leader.

"I know, but our usefulness to our superiors came to an end months ago. We ran before Ardmore had the chance to kill us or have us killed." He spoke in an honest tone, but you felt uneasy. The only sky person you had met that you trusted was the Spider child. You adored that child and took him in as your own when Jake and his mate didn't want him with them. They blamed him for their son getting shot, but you blame their other son Lo'ak. He had the choice to stay here, but he left to save an outcast tulkun. Putting his siblings and all of your people in danger in the process. You felt a nudge on your thigh and you looked down to find Spider. He looked up at you and then back at the avatars.

"(Y/n) what's going on?" Spider asked you and you knelt to be eye level with him.

"I think they are trying to be granted sanctuary." You told him and he seemed torn. You knew that one was his father, but you could tell he didn't trust them fully. You don't blame him. From what you had seen he had never truly fit into any family growing up. It's why you spoiled him beyond belief with jewelry, clothing, food, and a comfy sleeping mat. You had also learned from Jake that the human body got cold easier than the Na'vi body so you would often sleep with him to provide him warmth. Jake did seem to be more open to Spider, but Neytiri hated him. Tonowari had, had to break up several verbal disagreements between the two of you for this reason. In the end, the two of you would agree to disagree and stay away from each other for a few days.

"I know my team and I have done horrible things, but we are done with that. We just want to live peacefully and away from the RDA." Quaritch spoke and you curled your arms around Spider to better protect him. Quaritch saw this and his brows raised in surprise. A native Na'vi woman protecting his human biological son.

"So you've come seeking uturu?" Tonowari asked them and they seemed confused.

"Sanctuary. He's asking if you've come seeking sanctuary." Jake said and Quaritch slowly nodded. Tonowari made eye contact with Ronal and they had a silent conversation between them. You continued to watch the avatars closely and noticed a twitch in the bald one's tail when one of your clan brethren looked at him. A nervous tell if you'd ever seen one. Tonowari stood straight and tall as he turned to address the clan.

"We have decided to allow Miles and his brethren to stay among our people. They lack survival skills, help them learn so they do not remain useless." Tonowari said and Jake stepped forward.

"I volunteer myself to trai-" You cut Jake off before he could finish his sentence.

"Olo'eyktan, Jake. May I speak with you?" You ask them and they congregate around you. "I do not trust them to be near you and your family Jake. I will train them." You say with finality and Tonowari seems to think for a moment.

"Your intentions were noble Jake, but I agree with (Y/n). These sky people have shown interest in killing you and your family in the past... For all we know, this could be an elaborate trap to get you to let your guard down to kill you. I refuse your offer to train these demons, my friend. I accept (Y/n)'s offer to train them. I will assist in certain areas, but the one to help you will be Tirea'eylan. If either of you have any problems teaching them let me know and I will take over their training personally." Tonowari says.

"All due respect Olo'eyktan it would be dangerous for you to step into that role as well." You argue but his ears pin back and you bow your head in submission.

"I am the final word. If you have any issues teaching them I take over. That is all." Tonowari says in finality and looks back at the avatars. "(Y/n) and Tirea'eylan will teach you our ways. Tirea'eylan please show them to their marui. Your ikran will be taken to live in the deeper parts of the island." Tonowari says and they all leave including the villagers who have work to do. You look at Spider and he holds a hand out to you.

"What shall we do today, Spider?" You ask him and he thinks about it for a moment.

"I say we hunt for the elderly." Spider says and you nod with a proud smile.

"A very good, and generous decision." You say as you take his hand to go grab your gear.

"It's the job that we as the younger generation must carry out. It's why communal dinners happen often in the Omatikaya." Spider says.

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Middle of the Night | Part One

Synopsis : In the world you lived in, humans were not the only inhabitants of Earth. For years, you had fantasized about your homeroom teacher without knowing his true nature. At night, you thought and dreamed only of him, unaware of the weight of your actions. What will happen when you finally discover what he is?

Incubus : An incubus is an evil spirit or demon who appears in the masculine form to sexually prey on sleeping women during the night. An incubus is what the stories from ancient myths and folklore also characterize as an entity that could impregnate women or even kill people while they were sleeping.

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n.a : English is not my first language, so it’s possible that there are some mistakes that I missed while proofreading.

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It was early August. You were about to start your last year of college after five damn years. You were both excited and not so excited. On the one hand, you were excited to graduate and enter the working world. On the other hand, you were a bit nostalgic. You would never have the opportunity to set foot in a school again. When you attend your children's parents and teachers meetings, you will, if you ever have any. Which is not a priority in your life right now.

The last year of the university also means a lot of stress and workload. As an International Business student, your senior year included a six-month internship abroad. So you have already started researching and sending applications to different companies abroad. Your destinations: Bali, Malta, and the Maldives. For this last year, you wanted to make it big. Go to a dream destination. So far, you have not received a positive response from any company. At the same time, August had come and gone, so most of them would be closing for vacation if they weren't already.

So, preferring to forget everything you'll have to do at the beginning of the school year, you decided to focus on the present. You are in a relatively quiet place, far from the city center and all that goes with it. Your parents owned a cottage near a lake. Every summer, you meet there to spend some time together. The rest of the year, you lived on campus. You had a dorm room that you shared with a girl who had become a good friend of yours over the past five years.

Unfortunately, the family reunion was coming to an end. Tonight, your brothers returned to their respective homes. Your parents were also returning to work, but would stay until the next day.

"YN, set the table, please."

Your mother, a great and renowned chef, had asked you or yelled at you from the kitchen. You were lazy to get up from the couch, but you did it anyway to avoid your mother's wrath. This lunch will be your last family meal. The next one probably won't be until after the holidays. And even then, it's not sure.

"Did you hear? There was another attack last night." Your father said as he sat down after pouring himself a red wine.

The last few days had not been easy. Many bad things had happened, shattering the tranquility of the population. A group seemed to have decided to attack the people for no reason, just for fun. Who would do such a thing? Only crazy people would do such a thing.

"This time, a young she-wolf was the victim of their cruelty. Her body was found dumped near a river. Stripped of everything she had, including her clothes." As if to emphasize your father's words, the news reporter had begun to speak on the subject.

This young girl, a werewolf, had been reported missing two days before her body was found. She had been the victim of several waves of physical and sexual abuse before she was stabbed about twenty times. It appears that the fifteenth was fatal.

It had been seven generations since the truth had been revealed to the world. Humans were not the only ones living on Earth. Among them were all the creatures that had been legends until then. We are talking about vampires, werewolves, angels and demons, elves, goblins, and many other fantastic and supernatural beings. Besides, there were some supernatural beings in your class as well. Despite their nature and stereotypes, they were not harmful to all of this; on the contrary.

Vampires were often characterized as immortal, merciless, and bloodthirsty. But this was far from the truth. In reality, they fed on blood, but were not all insane. Most of them were civilized, sometimes even more so than humans. In fact, your roommate was a vampire. There was a little bit of everything in your class: werewolves, vampires, nymphs, elves, and muses.

There was even a rumor that your homeroom teacher was a demon, and not just any demon. An incubus. An incubus is a demon that appears at night to sexually assault its victims while they sleep. They are also said to suffocate their victims because of their weight.

Whether this is true or not, you don't know. You have never met one or had the opportunity to fool around with one. At least, that's what you thought until today.

Lying on your bed, you exchanged messages with your roommate Chung-Ae. So far, everything has been going well. The conversations often varied. Sometimes you talk about your day. Other times you got into crazy games, but you never imagined that Chung-Ae would drop such a bomb in your face.

< By the way, do you know what I discovered? Or at least what they told me?]

[No, but I guess I won't wait long for you to tell me. >

< Do you know how conservative the man is about his private life?]

[I would like to say that everyone is. >

< I know, but I don't know if you remember the day we had an integration day].

[I remember it very well. That was the day we found out that Mr. Jeon wasn't human >

< Right!]

[Yes. So what? >

< After several years, we finally found out what he is.]

In fact, you've never wondered more about the true nature of your homeroom teacher. For months, the curious student that you are had tried to guess who he was, but the answer was always negative. You had even given up hope of finding out, so you decided to give up and move on. The fact that Chung-Ae announced a supposed discovery to you piqued your curiosity.

< It seems that Mr. Jeon is a demon].

They were speechless. You didn't think that Mr. Jeon was a demon. Sure, he was unbearably attractive, but it was confirmed that the thought never crossed your mind.

< But not just any demon. An incubus.]

Damn. This just gets better and better.

Since freshman year, Mr. Jeon has been your homeroom teacher. Once a semester, you would meet with him to discuss your studies and progress. You could also ask him questions. Every time you met him, you felt a strong attraction to him. It was as if something invisible was pulling you toward him. You almost succumbed to temptation and jumped into his arms more than once. You didn't care about the consequences. But you also felt a certain reluctance on his part. You were sure that you were not the only one who felt this attraction, not just physically.

At the same time, how could you not fall for your teacher's charm? He was quite a man - a demon at that. His body was strong, and his arms were three times as long as yours. Not to mention his thighs, my God. Thick and muscular, so much so that his pants didn't let them go unnoticed. His buttocks were bulging and plump, like peaches. The shirts he wore during class shaped his arms and pecs. Sometimes his pecs would squeeze his shirt so tightly that the buttons threatened to pop off at any moment. It drove you crazy. You couldn't concentrate during those lessons. You prayed that the buttons would fall off by themselves so that you could see his mounts.

Mr. Jeon's face was like a marble sculpture. His pink lips were enticing, and the scar on his cheek made him even more attractive. His cinnamon eyes were enchanting. Every time your eyes met, you were lost in them without regret. Even once, you seemed to see a slight smile on the corner of his lips when you came to after getting lost in his eyes. But it was short-lived, and he returned to his posture so quickly that you thought you had imagined it all.

You spent the rest of the evening researching the Incubi. You wanted to know more about these dark but fascinating beings. Not only that, you made many exciting discoveries, but you knew that people could say whatever they wanted on the Internet, especially on blogs. So you only considered the information frequently appearing on various blogs and websites. This meant it was more likely to be a relevant and current fact or knowledge. You also read some testimonies of people who decided to share their sexual experiences with incubi and succubi - the female version of incubi.

From what you read, these demons were called sex demons for a reason. A night with them was a guaranteed night of madness. But one thing you noticed was that in none of these testimonies did anyone talk about feeling crushed by the incubus that visited them. This was a good sign and proof that, once again, you should not believe everything you read and see on the Internet.

Some witnesses had even admitted that incubi and succubi could attach themselves to mortals. It was something rare but still possible. Something almost impossible but still existing, the experts in fantastic and supernatural creatures, made a rather exciting discovery. To understand their findings, we must go back to the time of the revelation of the existence of these beings.

Before coming to the human world and trying to have relations with them, incubi and succubi had tried it with each other. As a result, the pleasure and the end result were not the same. They were unable to produce babies and ensure the continuity of their existence. In addition, both male and female parties are dominant by nature, so during intimate moments, neither wants to give up their place as dominant to their partner and thus become dominant. Seeing that nothing was being done, they decided to try their luck with humans, which was successful. Not only were they able to maintain their dominant status, but they were also able to ensure the future of their species. The succubus automatically produced succubus babies and incubus babies, while the humans could have incubus and succubus babies or human babies.

It was also possible for a human to become an incubus or succubus, but not vice versa. No one knew how this was possible, not even the specialists. Only incubi and succubi see the secret. Not many people change their nature, but sometimes some people do.

Some websites explain how to summon your incubus or succubus. It was also pointed out that he didn't have to do anything occasionally and that they would appear on their own when they felt your call and desire. You wondered if Mr. Jeon felt your urge for him at that moment. At this thought, you blushed on your bed in the dark.

Deciding it was time for bed, you looked at the clock before turning off your laptop. 2 h 55. Almost three in the morning. They say it's nearly time for the devil and the demons. Not wanting to think about it too much to avoid nightmares, you had turned off your computer before placing it on your bedside table. You were careful not to drop it during the night and then went to bed.

It had been a few years - about three years - since you'd had sex with a partner, and it was taking its toll. You were more stressed and nervous. Nothing made you feel better, and you were sexually frustrated. Still, the one-night stand wasn't really your thing. You also weren't a very romantic person. If you had the opportunity to sleep with someone, you would be frustrated that the person wasn't Mr. Jeon, but you wouldn't say no. In fact, at this point, you'd be stepping out of your comfort zone lest you lose your mind and sanity.

Finally, as you lay on your bed, you got a crazy urge to masturbate. So, without thinking, you take out the petroleum jelly in your drawer, which is more discreet than a typical tube of lubricant, in case your mother or a family member searches your drawer. When you got up, you went straight to your private bathroom. You opened the cabinet where you kept your towels, cosmetics, and bath products and took out a white plastic box with flowers. As you opened the box, you took out another small white box with the same numbers as the big one. Inside were some of your favorite little companions.

There was your precious little butterfly clitoral stimulator that you had in black. The part that stayed out was a clitoral massager. While attached to it was another vibrator. The part that was left out was a slight butterfly shape. This part was used to stimulate the outer interest of the clit. The part that went into the pussy was shaped like a penis, six centimeters long and twenty-seven millimeters in diameter. While the outer part massaged the clit, the glans massaged the G-spot. They were pretty happy with this little device. It was relatively quiet and discreet. Practical when you go to hotels or your parents' houses for parties or vacations. It was also waterproof, so you could use it in the shower or bath, but a little extra was that it came with a bit of remote control that allowed you to control the nine different vibration intensities. So far, you have not exceeded intensity number six, which was not bad.

Then there was your second baby in the box. A vibrator in the shape of a rose, red. It had two functions. In the center of the rose was a hole that allowed the function of sucking. While on the other side, a classic vibrator allowed me to stick it in the pussy. The suction mode was a nipple and/or clit stimulator. We could make a choice.

Like the previous one, it was waterproof, silent, and rechargeable with a USB cable. It was made of silicone and had ten vibration frequencies and five suction modes. It was one hundred and ninety-eight millimeters high and thirty-five millimeters wide. They had this little gem for two months and were not disappointed.

Then the last of the family. This time it was just a slight pink color. Unlike its big red sister, there was no hole in the center of this little jewel, only a tiny tongue. It might have been small, but it was still powerful, with nine different levels of tongue vibrations that could make you see stars.

But for tonight, your choice was quickly made. Since Chung-Ae told you about Mr. Jeon, your body has been on fire, and your brain has been replaying many not-so-Catholic scenarios with your teacher. Unlike your classmates or the women in your college, your attraction to Mr. Jeon wasn't just physical; far from it. It was also about his personality. He was calm and collected. He was patient with his students, including you. His goal was to push his students to be their best. He was also close to his students, always willing to help them. He was passionate about his work.

The more you thought about him, the more your body burned. You were almost feverish. So, without wasting more time, you grabbed your butterfly clitoris stimulator, and the red rose for a sucking effect. Thank God your three precious babies are quiet. You couldn't forget that your parents were still home and their room was down the hall.

Back on your bed, you reached for your nightstand to get some petroleum jelly. You had finally gotten rid of all the tissue that covered your body and prevented you from accessing your private parts.

Brushing your clit and slit with Vaseline to lubricate them well, you had done the same with the stimulator on the inner and outer regions. Before you lay on your back and finally started to relieve yourself and let your fantasies take over, you inserted the clit stimulator into your pussy. Like a dick, you had gently pushed the glans of the part going into you, careful to let it slide in and out as the length stretched you. You sighed as you felt every millimeter of the stimulator slide into you, creating a good feeling of pleasure.

It had been a while since you had used it, playing with the youngest of the family. How could you miss this little miracle? Even though it wasn't turned on, you felt pleasure as it slid into you. Picking up the small remote control of the stimulant, you press the first button to turn it on before pressing the second button, just below the previous one. Immediately, you felt movement and a little pressure on your external and internal clitoris, also known as the G-spot. The intensity was not the craziest, but you all felt pleasure. This rhythm is perfect when there are two of you, and the other wants to torture his partner, making him want more than anything else.

Besides, your mind was already starting to produce scenes with you and your favorite teacher. Mr. Jeon. This man-made everyone addicted to him without even touching them. To fully immerse yourself in the illusion your mind was projecting, you had to be more comfortable before closing your eyes. The images in your mind were crystal clear. You might have believed it was all real if you hadn't known it was all a mirage. A reality you wouldn't mind.

You saw Mr. Jeon standing in front of you with his shirt off. You could finally see his body without any barrier hiding the magnificent view of his body. Only his lower body seemed covered by black sports pants that fit him well in all parts. All without exception. Seeing the shape of his cock pressed against the fabric of his pants, you were sure he wasn't wearing any underwear. The thought alone was enough to make you salivate. The way he stood in front of you, legs slightly apart, showed how much his family jewels must have weighed.

The look in his eyes burned your skin every time he paid attention to you. The room was dark, but the window was open, and the breeze came in, caressing parts of your body you were not used to feeling.

The only light source was the moon's faint rays, causing a silvery glow on the floor, part of the wall, and one side of your teacher's face.

A thread of light was also on your body, illuminating the most essential and intimate part of you. Neither of you broke the peaceful silence, although it was full of sexual tension.

Your teacher was delighted with the sight before him. You lay naked on your bed, your body trembling with desire for him and his cock.

The trickle of light that caressed your skin didn't let you see much, but he didn't care because the part that interested him more came to the fore. You had spread your legs wide, allowing him to see your pussy unhindered. Your wetness flowed from your slit and slid gently down your butt hole. Your clit was swollen with the excitement of seeing the man who haunted your nights and thoughts, even when you were awake. When you noticed that your teacher had his eyes fixed on your womanhood, your pussy clenched in anticipation of the man's cock - supposedly a lust demon - standing at the foot of your bed.

He didn't do anything. As he looked at you, you felt pleasure in your pussy and inside. You couldn't stand the weight of his dark, lustful gaze on you. You were about to lose your mind. He had to do something. Your desire for him only increased. You wanted to get up and jump on him once and for all. You needed to feel his hands on your skin. Furthermore, you wanted to feel his lips on yours. His writing is around your neck, putting gentle pressure on it, slightly cutting off the oxygen in your system, making you lose your mind.

"Please." It was the only thing you felt able to say in the state you were in.

You'd seen a smile form on his lips - as if his pants had magically disappeared. He was naked in all his glory. Adonis had nothing on. Mr. Jeon looked as if he had been carved from the finest marble in the world. His skin was flawless, and he didn't have a single hair on his chest, which made his skin look smooth. His caramel color drove you crazy. You wanted to taste it, to bite into it. Mark him as yours and no one else's.

He crawled onto the bed and approached you. He was standing over you, but he didn't touch you. All you could feel was the warmth of his body against yours and his musky, masculine scent caressing your nose. Enough to make you lose your mind even more. Holding on to his inactivity, you lifted your hand from the mattress to place your palm against his cheek. You moved his face closer to yours. Your teacher thwarted your plans when he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the mattress above your head.

"No." Her voice was deep and husky, perfect for setting your body on fire even more. "Just be patient, you little bitch." He'd whispered, his lips caressing yours as he spoke to you. "You'll get what you deserve. In time. For now, let me enjoy you as you should." Then he sealed your lips. His other free hand was immediately on your womanhood.

Mr. Jeon wasted no time in getting to the point.

He began to move down your body until he reached the desired area. Jeon could see that your clit and lower lips were swollen with excitement. Sniffing your pussy, he loved the smell that came from that area. It wasn't the smell that all humans smelled, but as an incubus, he was given something more. Something more attractive, perfect for him. But that smell also pointed to something else he had been searching for, for a long time.

"Finally. I've got you." Without giving you time to understand what he was saying, he had fallen full mouth on your pussy. His expert tongue had gone straight to your slit to taste your nectar. And you were creamy, just the way he liked it. Feeling the touch of his tongue on your pussy, you let out a not-so-discreet moan as your hand came to rest on the top of his head, grabbing his hair. Jeon had moaned against your intimacy, making his mouth vibrate and increasing your pleasure.

He had no mercy. He devoured you greedily, as if he'd been deprived of you for a long time. "Mr. Jeon." You tried to moan quietly to not wake your parents, but it was mission impossible. This man was driving you crazy. Jeon doubled his intensity in response, alternating wildly between your clit and slit, getting you wet simultaneously. He licked, sucked, and penetrated you with his tongue. Your pelvis kept moving, and Jeon tried to hold it to the mattress, but you kept moving in pleasure, making him grunt increasingly, his mouth still glued to your privates.

You weren't far from climaxing. But you didn't want to come with Mr. Jeon's tongue around you. You tried to go around his cock. To feel it deep inside you while he was beating you fervently. "No." You protested just before you came.

"Patience, baby. I'm not done with you yet." You were relieved. You didn't want it to end so soon. Not to mention you hadn't had a chance to taste it yet. "Come on, my tongue, baby. I got you." His hands moved under your thighs, which were raised, to get a better grip on you before he doubled his licks.

"Mr. Jeon." You had surrendered to pleasure. Your body shook all over. Mr. Jeon continued his licking and sucking even though you were sensitive. With your hand still gripping your teacher's hair, you tried to push his head away, but he didn't move a muscle. "Way too much."

You'd pleaded, but he'd continued anyway. He collected all the wetness dripping from your slit, swallowing it as if it were the only thing he was allowed to drink from, and it had been too long since he had been deprived of it.

When Mr. Jeon felt that he had lapped you up, he raised his head and looked straight into your eyes. His eyes were dark and full of desire. As he got down on his knees in front of you, between your legs, you saw his hard cock. Long and thick. At that moment, you wondered if you could take it inside you. Your doubts were short-lived as your teacher fell over you, pressing your lips together in a lazy, searing kiss. His tongue had found an unhindered refuge in your mouth. You could taste yourself on it. Strangely, you didn't mind.

Your body had arched against his as you felt your slit invaded by his long fingers. Followed by another, then another. With three fingers inside you, you felt complete. Mr. Jeon was excited to see your reaction. He loved the way your body responded to his. His cock trembled as it touched your walls, tightening and swallowing his fingers even more. "Fuck." He'd said as he broke your kiss.

Feeling you sufficiently spread and ready to receive him, he had removed his fingers from your lower cavity before taking them into his mouth and sucking his fingers. He didn't want to waste any of your juices. It was far too precious to him. When he had nothing left on his fingers, he took his cock in his hand before pumping it. Your buttocks that had roamed over your lover's body had ended their trajectories on his well-rounded, plump, and firm buttocks. One of them had positioned between your two bodies before pushing his hand. Once there was nothing between you and her member, you'd taken it in your hand. "Oh yeah."

His head tilted back as you pumped his member with your hand. To make it better for Mr. Jeon, you'd stopped all movement before running your hand over your pussy, catching the wetness that leaked out before running it over his glans, lubricating it. "Fuck." Your hand slid over his hardened member with greater ease. As you moved your hand back and forth over his cock, you tightened your grip around it a little. "Just like that, baby. Keep going." His voice was hoarse as he encouraged you to continue.

Your teacher rested his face on your neck, then let your wet kisses fall on that area. One of your weaknesses was kissing the neck. Whether during intimate moments - like now - or just an innocent kiss. And if the neck kiss was accompanied by a hug from behind, that was the holy grail for you. You loved the feeling of arms wrapped protectively around your waist as your back was pressed against your partner's chest. It made you feel protected.

Your teacher juggled kisses on your shoulder and neck. Sometimes he'd move up to your earlobe and nibble on it. "Baby, don't stop." He begged you, and you loved the control he gave you over him. It wasn't easy for an incubus - if he ever was one - not to have the upper hand in the situation. That Mr. Jeon let you have the upper hand right now proved that he had some confidence and ease with you.

Your movements on Mr. Jeon's cock caused the tip of his glans to brush against your clit, giving you pleasure as well. You continued to pump him, but this time you weren't satisfied with just grazing the clit, but took advantage of the fact that you were in control to push the tip of his glans into your slit as well. "You like playing with my cock, don't you?" He had whispered in your ear in a deep, husky voice, sending a million shivers down your body. "You like to torture yourself by pushing my glans into you." You didn't answer, too busy pumping him and teasing the entrance to your privates. You wiggled your pelvis every time the tip of his penis made contact with your tunnel, increasing your pleasure.

Although he had allowed you to be in control until now, Mr. Jeon felt it was high time he took the reins back. So he took advantage of the moment when you titillated your slit by thrusting the tip of his glans into you to move your hand away from his length and thrust into you. Not expecting this from him, you let out a cry of pleasure. "Did you think I would always let you be in control?" You were no longer able to answer him. He was hammering fast and hard inside you. "Did you think I would let you use my cock to pleasure yourself, you little minx?"

Mr. Jeon grabbed your leg before placing it on his shoulder. "You were wrong." His hand had found its way around your neck as he pounded into you. You wanted to hold on to him, but didn't get the chance. Mr. Jeon again pinned your hands above your head as he continued his movements. "You wanted to torture both of us. Now suffer the consequences, baby." You started to whimper helplessly.

You were out of control. You knew you had a good chance of waking your parents, but you didn't care if you got caught right now. All you cared about was the pleasure your teacher was giving you.

His movements became wilder. He fucked you as hard as you loved. "Take me like the good girl you are." His grip had tightened a little.

Inside, you could feel his cock twitching, signaling that he was at the same stage as you, not far from your climax. "Mr. Jeon," he had kissed you on the mouth, cutting you off. "I know, baby. I can feel it." Your prey closed around your teacher's cock, choking him, making his hip movements harder and harder.

Finding it harder to keep your moans at a discreet volume, you'd found a way to keep yourself from waking the whole house.

Concentrating on running after your climaxes, your teacher had been surprised to feel your teeth sink into his shoulder, making him hiss and grunt. The pain of your bite mixed with his pleasure, causing him to convulse on top of you, emptying his balls into your pussy. Your partner's grunts, combined with his movements, were the cause of your orgasm.

The walls of your pussy clung to Mr. Jeon's cock, giving him tenfold pleasure. But he didn't stop moving his pelvis. He tried to make you feel it to the end without missing anything. As for Mr. Jeon, he was satisfied. You had bitten him. Even if the skin was not pierced, in his world, when two lovers bite each other during the act, it is a sign of ambivalence between violence and affection. The eternal duality between Eros, love, and Thanatos, death. It stimulates the wild and primitive side of each of the living. Mainly when these bites occur during the intimate moment between two beings - human, demon, or other - the most exciting places are the collarbone, the neck, the lips, the thighs, the buttocks, the breasts, and finally, the wrists. But it also meant that the other belonged to us.

"Wow." You didn't have enough words to describe how breathtaking it was. So much so that your legs still shook, and you had trouble regulating your breathing. Mr. Jeon was quite a man. He had everything to please everyone, women and men alike. Tonight, you had seen the duality Mr. Jeon had in him. In the eyes of everyone, he was a brilliant, talented, and dedicated man. He helped everyone who needed it. But once inside the four walls, this man was a demon. He knew how to put aside his dominant side to let his partner enjoy the power. The power to give pleasure to the other.

But he knew when to take control and dominate his partner. He wasn't rough, but firm and confident in his movements and words. His words were enough to make you lose your mind. And his voice. God, his voice. Hoarse and deep, just the way you liked it. When he spoke, your stomach would twist in all directions from the desire he was arousing in you, making you wet your pants. How often had you left his class with your panties soaked from excitement? It had happened so many times that you had lost count. Just thinking about it made you want a second round.

When you turned your head to look at Mr. Jeon, who was still lying on the mattress next to you, you saw him looking at you with that damned smile. You didn't have to speak for Jeon to understand what you wanted. Your body and your eyes betrayed you.

Positioned on his side facing you, still in Adam's outfit, your teacher had moved his face to yours before kissing your lips softly. "Soon, baby." His lips had brushed yours before they pulled away. When you opened your eyes again - you didn't even realize you'd closed them - you saw her figure slowly disappear. A pang of sadness and disappointment washed over you as you watched him slowly disappear. And yet, a sweet smile remained on his lips, showing his buck teeth. A smile you loved so much.

"No!" At the same time, your eyes opened, and you abruptly sat down on your bed. A wave of frustration washed over you as you came to your senses and realized that everything you had experienced with Mr. Jeon was just a dream. A damned plan, but it seemed natural. You didn't understand anything. You didn't even remember falling asleep. When you looked at the side of the bed where Mr. Jeon was lying, you saw your sex toys and the bottle of Vaseline.

When did you take it off?

You couldn't remember anything except the dream with your teacher. Your skin seemed to remember as well. You could still feel Mr. Jeon's touch on your skin. His hand had been all over your body. His lips had dominated yours, and you could feel that too. Your intimacy was still sore, remembering Mr. Jeon's abuse.

Everything was very confusing. But it was already very late - or relatively very early. It was seven o'clock in the morning, but you felt like you hadn't slept at all. Your body was crying out for rest, so you listened. You decided to postpone your little investigation. As soon as your head made contact with the pillow, your eyes closed, and you returned to dreamland.

Lying on his back in bed, Mr. Jeon stared at the ceiling of his room and smiled stupidly. He had finally found what he was looking for. Jeon was determined not to let it out of his sight again. Now he was sure that he had found the right person. For years, he had had doubts, but not anymore.

You were the one he had been looking for, for so many years. And it was only a matter of time before he claimed you and made you his forever.

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transbeamrooikat · 1 year ago

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some killjoy hcs/rambles :3

big fan of the HC that Ghoul has hearing loss like. look at that fella and tell me he has any sense of safety precautions

i also think he knows how to shoot his raygun and obviously has his explosives but if a fight ever becomes close range she just starts Biting

and that fucker can bite HARD he has dogshit dental heath (but that's pretty much a given if you live in the zones, i think) but his bite is so strong he often would rather use his teeth than scissors

also playing around (like. considering) with the hc of him being bigender? idk, thinking about that

cause i hc him as being raised in the zones + his crew died when he was young, i think he doesn't really have like. a strong idea of binary sex/gender/sexuality? like, i feel like labeling people is mostly a City concept, and killjoys just do whatever (although some killjoys do label themselves, it's just not an often occurrence)

SPEAKING OF THE CITY!!! i think Party and Kobra where both raised there and escaped together

Party realized they were NB and probably some flavor of queer when they were pretty young and tried to repress it at first, but that's obviously not health so it lead to them having really shit metal health/had a mental health crisis, but eventually they told Kobra and he tries to give them advice/ just be someone for Party to talk too

i also think they stopped talking their pills pretty young (like, i think Party stopped around puberty? so 10ish) and Kobra stopped a bit before Party came out to him (which is why he didn't report them and was able to help them)

Party's queerness is kinda what led to them leaving the city (i think there also may have been a confrontation with their parents that narrowed down their options to either running away or getting turned over for "reprogramming" but hey ho)

i think they would've met Jet Star and his crew pretty soon after them leaving the city, and they helped them to get to Dr. D

Jet couldn't convince the crew to let Party and Kobra stay any longer so they parted ways there

i actually don't have many Jet specific hcs other than that his eye patch is probably either due to an accident Ghoul caused or due to a clap with a drac

i think about a year after meeting Party & Kobra he leaves his own crew to go form his own/traverse the desert

which kinda leads to a general killjoy hc that they tend to be in crew with their families till they leave to form/find their own at around 15-20 (although some killjoys do stay in their original family crew)

there's probably zone-wide gatherings/parties where a tone of killjoys meet up to relax and have a good time

i flip flop between Party and Ghoul meeting at one of these and them meeting in some abandoned area while Party's doing a supply run

Ghoul speaks Afrikaans because i said so :3 (don't ask how it makes sense in canon - it doesn't really)

He reverts back to speaking it when angry/feeling very strong emotions (although it tends to be very choppy cause although speaking afrikaans is like his coping mechanism, he wasn't taught much of it by his family before they died)

I think she'd try to teach the other killjoys at some point cause it'd make communication easier, but Party's the only one who's remotely good at it cause they're the only other person in the group who can roll their r's

Party & Kobra r very shocked when they learn that other languages is a thing like. at all. cause growing up in the city they wouldn't have been taught that other languages r like. a thing ++ they would kinda also be taught at the same time that "everyone only speaking english is better cause then there's no error in communication ^_^" or something like that

idk whether or not i want Ghoul to be the reason they find this out… it'd definitely make for a good fic idea

like I said, I hc Ghoul as having bad dental health, but I think that also applies to Jet

Party and Kobra's good dental health is actually pretty unusual -- people tend to be able to tell they're from the city because of it

I also think they all have some kinda acne/acne scarring

for Party (and to a lesser extent, Kobra) it was a (bad) way to cope with the stress and anxiety of living in the city, and it became a habit that's still very hard for them to break

for Ghoul and Jet i think it's more a background thing they've never thought too hard on? like, oh there's red spots on my face now and some of them hurt? slay /pos

#sorry if the name colours are irritating/distracting it just helps me read large pieces of text #i'm insane about these fellas #sorry there's very few Kobra/Jet specific hcs i'm still pondering those #anyways yeah :333 #might start writing my own fanfic cause of them #ttlotfk #ddttlotfk #killjoy headcanons #party poison #jet star #kobra kid #fun ghoul #danger days #the fabulous killjoys #cart's rambles #cart's word vomit #a lot of this is just projection but hey ho

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dreamdepot · 26 days ago

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The Demon Incident (Bakugou/Midoriya x Male Reader)

[One Shot] Ashido suggests a harmless scare-off competition for Halloween. Leave it to your boyfriends to truly take it to the “Plus Ultra” level.

AO3 Wattpad or below!

This story will follow naming conventions as used in the official English Dub, and characters will follow Japanese practice for addressing one another. For example, in the case of Izuku Midoriya, he will typically be referred to by his surname by others and by the narrator (with the exception of his nickname of course). His first name will be used only between those exceptionally close to him (e.g. in dialogue, you would refer to him as “Izuku”).

This fic includes strong language and haunted house levels of implied violence (honestly worse things happen in canon). Last but not least, not canon compliant, Mineta’s gone, Shinsou’s in 3-A. Think that covers everything. Enjoy and Happy Halloween!

Looking back, Class 3-A would agree the event that would come to be known as “the Demon Incident” was all Ashido’s fault. To be fair, she didn’t mean to, but it all started with one innocent idea that fateful afternoon…

“…and that led to the adoption of the first vigilante laws in Japan,” Aizawa-sensei said, snapping his book shut. “Don’t forget your reports on vigilantism and its effects on modern society are due next Monday. I feel it goes without saying, but I expect you all to be on your best behavior this weekend. Halloween is a fun holiday, but knowing teenagers and you hellspawn…” He heaved a sigh as he shrugged into his favorite sleeping bag. “Due to heightened security, you will only be allowed off campus for special circumstances. If I hear even a peep of you at the parties downtown, you’ll be expelled faster than you can say ‘Plus Ultra’. Enjoy your lunch.”

You groaned, knowing you still had a good two pages left to do on your report on Knuckleduster before you could enjoy the holiday. Even worse, you knew your boyfriends were not about to let you live that down. For all the upsides of polyamory, getting double lectures on procrastination was not one of them.

Speaking of boyfriends, the one who sat directly in front of you started putting his things away as the usual after-class chatter started up. Midoriya had barely zipped up his backpack when a pair of hands slammed down on his desk.

“Eep!”

“Oh, sorry Deku!” Uraraka giggled. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to ask if you had any plans for Halloween?”

“O-oh, it’s okay Uraraka!” He replied. “You just caught me off-guard. And no, I didn’t really have any plans.”

“Kinda sucks that Aizawa said we couldn’t go out, huh? I really wanted to check out the parties in Shibuya for once.”

“The Shibuya parties are rife with behavior not becoming of future heroes!” Iida cut in. “Uraraka, I’m appalled you’d think such behavior is okay!”

“This coming from Mr. Hosu over here?” Todoroki muttered.

Iida’s jaw locked shut as he turned about as red as Kirishima’s hair. “I thought we promised not to talk about that!”

Todoroki shrugged, putting away his notebooks, one for class and one that you assumed was full of his wild theories. The others laughed, minus Shinsou, who remained asleep at his desk. You joined in, especially since you could also overhear Kaminari and Sero lamenting that they couldn’t go trick-or-treating. Yaoyorozu tapped you on the shoulder holding out her phone with costume ideas. “What do you think [L/n]? Should I go with the classic look or make it a bit more modern?”

“Honestly you could pull off either one, but I think that one’s better for your Medusa costume.”

“Great, thank you! You’re still coming to game night on Sunday, right?”

“Of course! So long as I get my report done… and we don’t do Monopoly again.” You couldn’t complain about your seating placement – and neither could Yaoyorozu since you replaced a particularly troubling student when you joined Class A in Year 2.

Then, as the room lulled in conversation, it happened. “Hey guys, I’ve got an idea!” Ashido announced, standing up on her desk chair. “We’re all stuck here for Halloween, so we should do something together, right? We’re only young once after all!”

“Oh, are you thinking of a party?” Yaoyorozu asked. “I’d be happy to have my family’s chef cater, and I could provide the decorations.”

“No, a costume contest!” Hagakure shouted. “We should totally see who has the best costume!”

“I’ve got a lot of recipes for homemade candy I’ve been wanting to try,” Sato offered.

Ashido held up her hand, and the class quieted down again. “All excellent ideas, but we’re high schoolers! We should do something bigger, something amazing, something that we’ll remember for the rest of our lives. Maybe it’ll even go down in UA history! I propose…” She paused, watching as you all leaned in in anticipation. “A scare-off.”

“A scare-off?” The class echoed.

“Exactly. We each try to see who can scare the most people in class. People can team up to form alliances, of course, but no more than four people in a team. Losers have to do the winners’ dorm chores for a month.”

“Oh, I’m in!” Kirishima shouted. “A test of bravery, it’s so manly!”

“More like a test of who can stare into the darkness without letting the darkness stare into them,” Tokoyami said, with the softest of smiles.

“Fumi means he’s excited!” Dark Shadow squawked.

“Hold on, hold on!” Iida called out over the excitement, arm chops fully deployed. “We need to set ground rules. And get off of your chair, it’s dangerous!”

“Of course, class prez,” Ashido winked. Iida nearly had an aneurysm as she moved from standing on her chair to standing on her desk. “We aren’t leaving campus, Aizawa made that clear. Since there’s only a day and a half to get ready, we can’t really order anything either, so you can only use what’s on campus. Also, it wouldn’t be fair to the other classes if they get involved without wanting to, so the scaring can only happen in our dorm. Anything outside or in our own rooms is a safe zone. The roof, common areas, and hallways are all free game. We’ll start at 10 sharp on Halloween night. Anyone who runs out to the safe zones or surrenders is out.”

“Oh,” Iida paused. “Very well thought out, thank you.”

Ashido mock-bowed, as you and half the class gave her applause. She snapped her fingers. “Oh, I almost forgot. No one is required to participate if you’re not into it. Anyone who says they’re not participating will be considered safe and won’t have to do the punishment for the losers.” Her eyes drifted to Midoriya.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“Sorry Mido,” she said, “but, I know you don’t like scary movies… you always leave when we have a scary movie marathon. I figured you wouldn’t like something like this.”

“Oh… well… I… I want to participate. I think it’ll be fun.”

Bakugou, who had been uncharacteristically silent, slowly turned towards Midoriya with a raised eyebrow. You bit your tongue as well, giving a look to your boyfriend. You had to fight a smile, practically seeing the gears in his head turning. His brilliant analytical mind was already working overtime. “Ka-Kacchan, don’t look at me like that! It’ll be f-fun!” He said, but his quavering voice wasn’t convincing.

Or at least it wasn’t convincing in the way his classmates thought.

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Bakugou was walking with you back to the dorms when Kirishima ambushed the two of you outside the bathrooms. “Yo, Katsuki, [Y/n]! Do you guys wanna team up for the scare-off?”

“Fuck off Shitty Hair, I’m not teaming up with you.”

You, of course, were a bit gentler. “Sorry Kiri, I’m still deciding if I want to participate. I don’t even have a costume yet.”

“Oh man, is Baku-bro actually scared?” Sero laughed.

Kaminari snickered. “Who know Blasty McSplodey was a scaredy cat?”

“Guys, chill,” you said with more than a little heat. Before you could continue, you felt Bakugou grab your shoulder. Your eyes met for a brief moment, with him sending you a silent thanks.

Bakugou took a deep breath; you knew he was running through his therapy checklist. He had come quite a long way in the past two years. He counted down silently, then replied. “One, not scared. You chucklefucks were the ones who needed to sleep with the light on after that last slasher movie. Two, I’m gonna be off campus.”

“Wait,” Kirishima said. “You’re not gonna sneak off campus, are you?”

“Fuck no! I actually have an excuse. The old hag and old man need me at home for some stupid Halloween thing for their work. One of their shitty models got sick.”

“It’s actually a pretty cool line, the clothes are modern takes on classic horror movies. There’s this sleek Dracula one I’d love to get if I had the money,” you added. “And Bakugou, you know your parents just want you to be more involved. It’s their way of showing love.”

“No one asked you,” he muttered. “Doesn’t mean I gotta like it.”

“Ah damn, that sucks…” Sero muttered. “Not the love part, that’s cool you get to model. Just… you would’ve been perfect for our team.”

“Yeah, nothing’s scarier than your explosions,” Kaminari said, hanging off Sero’s shoulders.

“And don’t you fucking forget it!” Bakugou snarked, though there was no heat behind it. As your friends headed off to the cafeteria, you and Bakugou quietly turned back to the dorms.

You took the elevator up, walked down the hallway, climbed the stairwell to the next floor, walked back down the next hallway, and took the elevator back down a floor. The two of you were now sure no one was following you. Bakugou took one last look to make sure the hall was deserted before approaching the door and giving the secret knock.

Almost immediately, a soft voice came from the other side. “Original run. Issue 506-A.”

It was an obscure issue in the worst arc of the comic run, but Bakugou remembered it without hesitation. “All Might fights the robots of the evil Doctor Z.”

“Issue A not Issue B.”

“Listen fucker, you know it’s us!”

“You were the one who came up with the password system, not me.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You sighed and answered instead. “Misprint issue with messed up coloring. Makes All Might look like he’s running around without pants.”

The door swung open. “Welcome, Agent Explosion Murder and Agent Speedo.”

“Agent Green Might,” Bakugou replied with a smirk, and walked into Midoriya’s room. The door clicked shut and was locked.

“Guys, can we please change my codename?”

Midoriya snorted. “No way, we’re totally not letting you live down the locker room incident of Year 2.”

“How was I supposed to know it was a banana peel?!”

Bakugou fell onto the bed laughing. “Fuckin’ classic!” Therapy wasn’t the only thing Bakugou had made a lot of progress on. Patching up his friendship with Midoriya was another, and living together in the dorms let the two do a lot of the things they always wanted to as kids. The secret passcodes with issues of the All Might comic and the codenames had been in place since they were four. Even in the rough times in middle school, the codes were used during their few truces. By the time the three of you started dating, they quickly roped you into all of their schemes.

The biggest scheme of all was keeping up the façade they hated each other – which was actually Midoriya’s doing. Despite appearances, he was far more scheming than anyone expected. He was not even close to the perfect little boy scout hero-wannabe that he portrayed. You used to be surprised by his mischievous side, but now you knew he was the evil mastermind of your throuple. Now, the three of you continued your relationship in secret, not because of how your classmates would react, but because messing with them was more fun.

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“Guys,” he had said at the time, “it’s perfect for tricking villains into thinking we’re not as close as we really are. They’ll underestimate us!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit ‘Zuku, you just want to fuck with our class.”

You had just laughed back then. “Bet you 10,000 yen they don’t figure it out before graduation.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

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“Those idiots really think you’re scared of shitty slasher movies.”

Midoriya groaned. “Ugh, they’re so boring and predictable. You guys know I can’t sit through one without falling asleep.”

“Or talking our ear off about how stupid they are,” you giggled, pulling Midoriya into your lap. He automatically adjusted into prime cuddling position without even realizing it. “Your mind never takes a break, huh ‘Zuku?”

“Why would you split up when a murderer is around? This isn’t Scooby Doo!” Midoriya huffed, adorably you might add, as you wrapped your arms around him. “I would’ve caught any of those slashers in five minutes.”

“Says the guy who can single arm shoulder press Fatgum and Endea-whore at the same time.”

“Details…”

“Would be the perfect time to try out Operation Crystal Lake,” Bakugou said, flopping back on Midoriya’s bed.

“Could be, but I’ve upgraded it. You guys want in?”

“You think I’d be here if I didn’t, nerd? Made sure they think I’m gonna be off campus for Halloween. Nice improv by the way, [Y/n].”

“Come on, Kit-kat, you know I’ve always got your back. ‘Zuku, who’s gonna be our Jason? I’ve got the perfect quirk for it.”

Midoriya smirked. “I have a better role in mind. Kacchan, how do you feel about scaring the piss out of the Bakusquad?”

“Don’t call them the Bakusquad.”

Both you and Midoriya answered together. “You’re their leader, it’s the Bakusquad.”

Bakugou groaned. “Whatever. Guessing you’re planning on using the trick we tried to pull on the old hag?”

“Auntie knows our tricks so it didn’t work on her, but I bet it’ll have the others running to their rooms in no time. Well, at least Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima. Mina’s gonna be tough, she’s definitely got the strongest spine for horror out of the rest of the class. Jirou might be hard too…” You gently tapped Midoriya’s hand, your sign for when he started mumbling.

“Right, sorry,” he said as he straightened up. “I’m thinking of bringing in someone to help. I’ve talked to one, and…” His phone pinged. “She’s on board.”

“Full team of four,” you said. “So, what plan are you thinking of now?”

Izuku walked over to his favorite All Might poster. He posed in his classic Golden Age costume, pointing at the viewer. It was the crown jewel of his collection so it was kept in a thick frame.

Well, that was what he told everyone else in class.

He flicked the hidden switch and the poster swung up, revealing the corkboard underneath with a spaghetti of red string tying pictures of your classmates together. “Kacchan, [Y/n], let me introduce you to Operation Ouiji Board.”

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It was finally the last class of the day, and thankfully it was a lighter one: History with Midnight. The class was getting antsy, and some were already planning their tricks for the scare-off. As Midnight allowed everyone to swap desks for a group project, it only made the planning easier. Ojiro turned to Kouda and Shouji. “Do you think we should go easy on Midoriya?” he signed, so as not to alert Midnight and to make Kouda feel more comfortable. You had the perfect view and quietly tapped a transcription in morse code with your pen for your boyfriends to hear. Midoriya’s insistence that the three of you become experts in non-verbal communication really paid off.

“Maybe. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet.” Shouji signed back. “How about you Kouda?”

Kouda shrugged. “I don’t know if I even want to be part of it yet. I thought it might be fun to include my animal friends, but I don’t want them to get hurt if someone gets scared.”

“Good point,” Shouji signed.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the classroom, Uraraka floated a note to Asui. Bakugou got just enough of a peek and tapped back to you.

Let’s team up! I’m sure we could do something really fun with our quirks. Maybe I could float some of your slime?

Asui passed the note back with her tongue.

Okay, but slime isn’t scary by itself – kero.

No one was sure why Asui felt the need to write out the croak, but it was cute all the same.

Up at the front of the classroom, Kaminari whispered to Hagakure, just loud enough for all three of you to hear. “C’mon, you should totally join our team. You’d be perfect to play a ghost!”

“I mean, I know, but isn’t that what everyone is expecting me to play? Scary happens when you least expect it.”

“Okay!” Midnight said, snapping her whip. The class jolted upright. “It’s clear that you’re all excited for Halloween and not going to focus on your work. Obviously, I can’t blame you. Halloween is the best holiday of the year of course. The drama, the costumes, the tricks and… the treats.”

She slid up to sit on her desk, legs crossed. “So, does anyone want to tell me what exactly you all are planning? Or do I need to get rough… and by rough, I mean tell Aizawa.”

“No worries, we’re just going to have a scare-off in our dorms on Halloween,” Ashido explained.

“A scare-off! Oh, that sounds like so much fun! It reminds me of my days in UA when Mic and I tried to scare our friends at Halloween,” She paused, and her face fell a bit. “Just… promise not to do anything too dangerous.”

“Of course, not sensei, I’ll personally make sure of it,” Iida said.

Midnight appeared oddly stern. “Thank you, but I am serious. There are students who always try talk to ghosts or summon demons.”

Bakugou snorted. “As if that shit exists.”

Midnight pursed her lips. “That’s what I used to say. Then I ended up working a case investigating some students who had seemed to go missing. Turns out they were doing what they thought was ‘harmless’ witchcraft. They were never seen again… in one piece that is. It took months to find all the body parts.”

A sobering chill fell over the class. When the bell pierced the silence, everyone jumped. “But that was then, and I’m sure you all would be smart enough not to do anything like that! Be safe, have fun!”

The class slowly filed out, except for you and Midoriya. You walked quietly together out of the main classroom building and across campus to the dorms.

“So, what do you think of the plan?” Midoriya asked.

“Perfection as always, Small Might.”

“Aww, you flatter me.”

“So, I’ve got the little toy from Mei we’ll be using, but I’m kinda surprised you didn’t ask her to be our fourth.”

Midoriya laughed. “She’d be a great fit for the team, but since we’re going for subtle…” The campus suddenly shook. Both of you turned towards to the massive warehouse that housed the Support Class shops. As expected, a plume of smoke rose into the air, followed by the exasperated groans of Power Loader.

“Point taken,” you muttered. “Well then, I’ll get my stuff ready for the pre-show. Should I get the fake blood packs?”

“I think you’ll be able to do fine without it. Blood might actually traumatize them.”

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Bakugou stared at the storm brewing outside. He fought to keep a smirk off his face. This couldn’t have worked out better.

“Are you sure you can’t stay Baku-bro?” Sero asked.

Bakugou leveled a look at Sero. “You don’t know the old hag. There’s no telling her no.”

Just then, you and Midoriya ran up, on cue. “Kacchan, are you sure though? I’m sure Auntie wouldn’t want you going out in this rain! It’s dangerous and people drive so recklessly…”

“Hah?! You sayin’ I’m gonna die or somethin’ shitty Deku?”

“N-no! Of course not, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

You gave your best puppy-dog eyes. “At least text us to let us know you got there, okay?”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow and a smirk in your direction. “Oh? You goin’ soft on me, [L/n]? Keep that up and people might start talkin’…”

“I’m just saying! It’s dangerous on nights like this – not to mention Midnight’s story…”

“Aww, see Baku-bro, can’t you be nice? We all just care about you!” Sero laughed.

“Fuck off. I’ll see you fuckers later. If something happens, I’m coming back to haunt your asses.” With that, he popped his umbrella and headed out. He could hear Midoriya spouting off his usual muttering and your attempts to calm him, but Bakugou smirked, hearing how it was a clear setup. As soon as he was out of view of the dorms, he circled back and scrambled up the rope ladder you had set up outside your dorm window. Now all he had to do was wait for showtime…

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“Oh, hey [L/n].”

“Eep! Shouji, don’t do that!” You said. “Nearly jumped out of my skin there.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Guess Midnight’s story has everyone on edge.”

You laughed. “Yeah, guess so. Don’t know how long I’ll last tonight. You ready?”

“Yeah, teamed up with Ojiro and Hagakure. We’ll try to go easy on you.”

A flicker of guilt passed through you. “Don’t. It’s like they always say, we gotta go Plus Ultra!”

Shouji seemed impressed. “Challenge accepted then. By the way, what’s with the lunchbox?”

“Oh this?” you said, holding up the small tin box in your hand. It looked like a collector’s item, stamped with some pre-quirk era comic book hero’s likeness. “Surprise for Snipe-sensei’s birthday. He doesn’t look like it, but he has his own collection of retro merch that’d make even Midoriya jealous.”

“Huh, had no idea. I’ll catch you later.”

“Yeah, see ya!” As Shouji left, you let out a silent sigh. The bit about Snipe you completely pulled out of your ass. Instead, you crept through a side door and set the lunchbox against the wall, the strong magnets holding it steady. With careful hands, you opened it and set the timer, connecting wires to the dorm’s fuse box…

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At the slightly-less-exciting stroke of 10 pm, the students gathered in the common room. Almost instantly, Hagakure and Kouda screamed. Sero descended from the ceiling and his web of tape in a fairly good spider costume. “Aww man, I was hoping I’d get more of you with that,” He groaned. “At least I still have the rest of the night.”

“Good luck man,” Kaminari laughed, dressed in a Pikachu kigirumi. “You’re not gonna get me with that.”

“Kaminari,” a deep voice breathed in his ear. “You failed your test.”

“AAHHH I’M SORRY SENSEI!” He then stopped and realized that “sensei” had violet eyes.

“Heh,” Shinsou grinned, lowering his capture weapon. “Funny how much a voice changer and some black hair dye can do.” Todoroki, dressed as a vampire, narrowed his eyes, pulling out his conspiracy notebook to make a couple notes.

“Guys,” Midoriya said, “Have any of you heard from Kacchan? He always texts when he gets to Auntie’s place. He should have been there hours ago, but he’s not answering my texts.”

“I’m sure he’s just busy,” Uraraka said, patting his shoulder. She was dressed in a highly detailed Apollo-era astronaut spacesuit, accurate down to the mission patches. “I bet his mom just put him to work right away and he forgot.”

“I guess… but it’s not like him!” Midoriya’s eyes watered, threatening to ruin his professional-grade All Might costume and makeup.

Aoyama popped up next to him. “It will be fine, mon ami. Why don’t you have a snack!” He whipped out a silver tray and lifted the lid, revealing a platter of Kraft Singles. “OooOOOoooo! Isn’t it terrifying?!”

Midoriya looked to Uraraka, who merely shrugged. “Aoyama, what’s scary about processed cheese?”

“It’s not real cheese! Is it plastic? Is it even truly edible? OoooOOOOooooOOOO!” He closed the tray and slunk off to attempt to scare another.

Uraraka leaned over to Midoriya. “We can never introduce him to actual American food, can we?” Midoriya shook his head.

“Sorry I’m late!” You said, running up to them.

Uraraka gasped. “So cool! I could’ve sworn you were gonna use your quirk.”

“Too tiring to keep that up,” you said. Your shapeshifting quirk was flawless but had the significant drawback of burning you out after prolonged use – certainly made you jealous of people like Toga, even if she had to drink blood for hers. “You don’t think the witch costume is too cliché?” You had the full robes, complete with eerie skull buttons and a pointed witch’s hat. You even had a thick grimoire and Ouiji board cradled in your arms.

“No, it’s great! It’s so detailed too, you look like you can really cast magic spells! Did Hagakure help you with the makeup?”

“Funny story, actually…” Before the two of you could launch into specifics, the lights dimmed.

“Now that we’re all here, let’s get started!” Ashido said, getting a cheer from the class. “Who wants to go first?”

“If it’s all the same, I’d like to go first,” you volunteered “It took some time to set everything up.”

“Sounds good!” Ashido said. “What’cha got for us?”

“Demonic summoning!”

The class was caught a bit off-guard. “Okay, guess we’re going zero to a hundred off the bat,” Jirou muttered. While the rest of the class murmured, Dark Shadow clapped excitedly.

Everyone gathered in the darkest corner of the common room as you opened your spellbook and set out the Ouiji board. “Are you sure this is safe?” Midoriya asked, eyeing the chalk lines and runes.

“It will be, as long as none of you cross the salt line. It’s very important you don’t,” you said. “If the salt line is broken, the demon could escape and… well I’d rather not say.”

“It’d kill you all!” Dark Shadow shrieked.

“Shhh!” Tokoyami said, eager to watch the show.

The class shuddered. You sat in the middle of the carefully warded circle and began chanting in Latin. At first nothing happened. Ashido was just about to say something, when the lights flickered. Your chanting grew louder as your voice grew deeper, and your eyes seemed to roll back in your head.

“O-o-okay [L/n], I think you can stop,” Ojiro said, more worried about your wellbeing than anything.

Suddenly, the lights cut out completely. The red emergency lights kicked on, casting an eerie glow over the room. A dark amorphous figure materialized in the summoning circle. Gasps filled the room. You slumped forward as the demon began to take shape.

“[Y/n]!” Midoriya shouted, running forward, just missing the grabbing hands of his friends, trying to keep him back. He tripped, and the salt line broke…

The shadow smashed into his chest. As soon as it started, the ritual seemed to be done and the lights snapped on. Everyone rushed to Midoriya and you. “[L/n]’s breathing but unconscious,” Shouji called out.

“Deku? Deku, wake up,” Uraraka said, kneeling at his side. Suddenly his eyes flung open, and he jolted awake. “Deku?”

He floated to his feet, and the class gasped. His eyes were bloody red instead of cool forest green. His bones popped as his head cocked to one side. “What’s wrong, friiiiends?” His voice eerily creaked. “Don’t you want to play with your old pal Deeekuuuu?”

Everyone took a step back. “Deku… what are you…?” Uraraka said. A frightening grin overtook his face. He opened his mouth and a terrifying black tentacle lashed out before snapping back. With a single sweep, he knocked your limp body sideways and into the wall. “[L/n]!”

“Mon dieu!” Aoyama squeaked.

Midoriya blocked anyone from getting close to you as his demented voice cackled. “Let’s play hide and seek. I’ll be it.”

The lights snapped off again.

“Run.”

Screams filled the room, and the class scattered. Kouda and Aoyama immediately ran into their rooms. No amount of bragging rights and chore freedom was worth dealing with demons.

Two down, nineteen remain.

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Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Asui were huddled together on the next floor. “We’ve got to do something,” Iida hissed.

“How do you deal with a possessed best friend?” Uraraka sobbed. “And what about [L/n]?!”

“We’ve got to make sure [L/n] is okay, and maybe he’ll put things right,” Asui said. “We have to get back down to the common room.”

“But we’ll need a distraction,” Iida said quietly. “I vol-”

“Me,” Todoroki said. The others turned. “It makes the most sense. Iida can get in and out fast and I can maybe freeze… that thing.”

“That thing is our friend!”

“Not anymore,” Todoroki said. “We have to save him. It’s a monster wearing Midoriya’s skin.”

Asui reluctantly nodded. “I’ll go and help Iida.”

“What a good plan.” The four of them jumped, Midoriya’s eerie voice echoed through the hallway. “Too bad none of you will live to make it downstairs.”

“Where is he?” Uraraka squeaked looking around. Todoroki flared his flames to light the room, but nothing was there.

“Why O-chaaaaa-ko, I’m your friend, I’m always by your side.” Suddenly they looked up. The Green Demon skittered across the ceiling, then bent backwards to look at them with a demented smile. They didn’t have a chance before the tentacles lashed out.

“Got youuuuu.”

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A few floors up, Sato, Hagakure, Ojiro, Shouji, and Shinsou huddled together. “What do we do, what do we do, what do we do?!” Hagakure squealed.

“Deep breaths, Tooru,” Ojiro soothed, rubbing her back. “We’re going to be okay.”

“We do need a plan,” Sato muttered. “We’ve all got good quirks to keep us safe, we just need supplies. Let’s head to my room, I’ve got sugar for myself, but also a lot of kitchen knives just in case.”

“What if this is all just part of the scare off?” Shouji asked. “Aren’t we overreacting?”

“You saw Deku!” Hagakure nearly shrieked. “He’s not like that. That’s not our ray of sunshine!”

“Shinsou, you’ve been quiet,” Sato said. “What do you think? You’re the closest with Midoriya.”

Shinsou was pale, his face just illuminated by the light of his phone. “Tenya, Tsu, Shouto, and Ochako are gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Ojiro asked.

“Just… gone,” Shinsou muttered. “We all agreed to share our phone locations with each other just in case someone got kidnapped. All four of their phones are just… gone.”

Suddenly, they could hear heavy footsteps approaching them. Shinsou whipped the phone flashlight down the hall. “Guys?” A familiar voice called. “Is that you?”

“Uraraka?”

She ran up panting. “Thank goodness you’re alright! I just barely escaped Deku. I hope the others got away.”

Shinsou narrowed his eyes. “Ochako, what about your phone?”

“We kept our phones out for light and Deku smashed them. We tried calling for help, but it looks like the storm knocked out a cell tower.” An eerie skittering echoed down the halls. “Oh no, that’s Deku,” Uraraka hissed. “Turn off your light!”

“But…”

“Do it, Shinsou!” Hagakure hissed.

Shinsou begrudgingly turned it off, plunging them all into darkness. “Here, let’s hold hands so we don’t get lost,” Uraraka said. Shinsou felt a soft hand take his – Uraraka, he assumed – while he could feel Shouji take his other hand. “This way guys. We can use my room.”

For a moment they stumbled in the dark, heading farther down the hallway. Ojiro then spoke up. “Uh, Uraraka, where are you going?”

“To my room.”

“But… isn’t your room the other way? We’re heading towards [L/n]’s room.”

Suddenly, lightning flashed, briefly lighting the hallway. Shinsou jumped back, letting go. “That’s not Uraraka!” Uraraka’s form was replaced by yours, now looking decayed and zombie-like. “Shit, it’s [L/n]!”

“Oh dear,” you hissed as the skittering grew louder and closer. Shinsou’s phone light turned on again. “It’s always so hard to keep a form for long.”

“[L/n], you’ve gotta fight him!” Hagakure shouted.

Shouji froze. “Look at his eyes.”

Where your normal eyes once were had been replaced by nothing but empty black pools. You raised your arms, hissing. “I must serve my master. All hail the Green Demon!”

“Run!”

“Going somewhere?” Demon Midoriya floated through the air, tentacles lashing.

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The Bakusquad minus Ashido hid in the boys bathrooms, in a rear closet. The room was eerily quiet, the silence only broken by the occasional slosh of water in the bath as the pump circulated. “Guys I’m freaking out, what the hell is going on!” Kaminari trembled.

“I don’t know but we’ve got to get out of here!” Sero agreed.

“Guys, pull yourselves together, we’re heroes! We need to make sure our friends are safe first! Getting everyone out safe is the manly thing to do.”

“You’re right man,” Sero said, pulling out his phone and sending a message in the group chat.

“But what about [L/n]? And how do we save Deku? A-And Bakugou still isn’t answering!”

Kirishima’s shoulders sagged. “We’ll have to check on Baku-bro later. Hopefully he’s fine. First, we gotta get out and get the teachers.”

“Man, of course it was Deku who’d get possessed. If he was here, he’d know what to do. He’d like… analyze the demon!”

“Or [L/n] would be able to copy and fight him hand to hand!”

“Or Baku-bro could knock him out,” Kirishima agreed. “Wait, we could fix this! If we got to the breakers, we could get the lights back on. That’d at least help us see him coming!”

“Good idea Kiri!”

“Guys,” Sero whispered. “The group chat… it’s silent.” The other two peeked over his shoulder. The only thing there was a sound clip sent from Shinsou.

“Shit! It’s [L/n]-”

The clip cut off.

“[L/n]?” Kaminari muttered. “Does that mean… Demon-ku got to [L/n]?”

“Guys,” Sero said.

“Then, we really need to get out of here and get the teachers. Kaminari, you and Sero run ahead. I’ll try and check for anyone else here.”

“Guys.”

“Kiri, it’s too dangerous!”

“Guys!”

“What!”

“Did you just hear the door open?” They slowly turned towards the closet door. A slow bare footstep smacked against the tile. One by one, they could hear each of the showers turn on. Steam started to fill the room, seeping under the door. The bathwater splashed.

The three scarcely dared to breathe. They stared at the slit of light under the door, waiting for a sign of who it was. Their hearts stopped when they heard a familiar popping.

“Katsuki…?” Kirishima ventured.

“You came back?” Kaminari asked hopefully, reaching for the door handle.

Sero grabbed his friends. “Something’s not right.”

The lock on the door exploded. The door slowly swung open. “Baku-” Kaminari’s voice caught in his throat.

It was Bakugou, but his skin was pale and splotchy. His eyes were completely black, and his hair hung loosely on his head, soaked to the bone. His favorite clothes were torn and… was that a tire track across his chest? A raspy breath rattled from his mouth as his arm slowly rose to point at his friends. “Youuuu… fuckers…”

Their screams could be heard all over campus.

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“I don’t like this.”

“Me neither, Tokoyami. We should have all stayed together.” Yaoyorozu produced a flashlight from her arm. “At least we have an advantage with you and Dark Shadow.”

“Mwhehehe,” Dark Shadow giggled. “Say the line, Fumi!”

“It’s hardly appropriate. For all we know our friends are in danger from a demon… if they’re still alive that is.”

“I’m sure they’re alright,” Yaoyorozu sighed. She cast the light over the doorway to the maintenance room. “Hmm, didn’t Shouji say he saw [L/n] messing around over here earlier?”

“Do you think he planned this?” Tokoyami looked deep in thought. “Perhaps this is an elaborate act?”

“But [L/n] borrowed all of your demon summoning books!” Dark Shadow squawked.

“Why do you have demon summoning books?”

“You never know what might be handy someday.”

“I suppose I should expand my reading then,” Yaoyorozu muttered, running the light over the door again, stopping short of opening it. “The floor. It’s all wet.”

“Soaked!” Dark Shadow added. Suddenly the hallway was filled with screams.

“What was that?!”

Tokoyami spread his cloak, letting Dark Shadow spread across the floor and walls. “By the sound of it, our friends.”

Dark Shadow didn’t get far. “Fumi, I found something!”

You moaned as Dark Shadow coiled around you. “All hail the Green Demon!”

Yaoyorozu gasped. “Oh no, it’s [L/n]!”

“The demon has clearly claimed his mind. We’ll need to perform an exorcism. We should take him to my room.”

“Fumi, he’s holding something!” Dark Shadow took the bundle from your hand and brought it over to Tokoyami.

Yaoyorozu cast the light over the strange object. “Looks like a bundle of paper,” Tokoyami muttered. “Are you trying to communicate, [L/n]? You can break free of the demon!”

Yaoyorozu, however, frowned as she touched the paper. “This is odd, it’s not normal.” Then she realized a moment too late. “Tokoyami, throw it away, it’s flash paper!”

“Too late… fuckers…” The enthralled Bakugou growled. With the smallest of sparks, the room burst with light rendering Dark Shadow useless.

Before Yaoyorozu could run, you crept up behind her. “You must serve the Green Demon!”

As the two screamed, taken beyond the veil, you and Bakugou droned on with your worship, only stopping to mutter. “What a mad banquet of darkness…”

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Ashido and Jirou crept through the common room. “I have a really bad feeling we’re the only ones left,” Jirou said. “You heard those screams too, right?”

“C’mon, all we have to do is undo whatever [L/n] was doing right? It’s Ouiji board rules, right? We just have to say goodbye!” Ashido said.

“This is a demon summoning, Mina, I don’t think it’s that easy.” Jirou froze. “Someone’s coming.”

Suddenly, an eerie red light illuminated you above the summoning circle. “You shall not stop the dark revelry. You will make the perfect sacrifice for our lord! All hail the Green Demon!” You shouted, launching into a new wave of chanting.

“Screw this, we gotta get out of here!” Jirou shouted, but as she reached to grab Ashido’s arm, a clammy cold hand grabbed her.

“Earphoooones…” The voice growled behind her.

“Ahh! Bakugou?!”

Ashido stepped back, readying her acid. “I’m sorry guys, I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m not letting you take her!” She was about to throw it when she could hear skittering above her. She spun around just in time to be snatched by the demonic tentacles.

“Such a good servants you are,” Midoriya’s demented voice hissed. His eyes seemed to bore into Ashido. “You’ve brought me perfect sacrifices. I’ll harvest their souls, just like the rest.” The demon seemed to unhinge its jaws, descending on her.

“NOOOOOOO!!”

The lights flicked on. “And that’s the game,” Midnight said, standing next to the light switch. The rest of the class emerged from the hallway, embarrassed.

“What?!” The two girls shouted.

Midoriya smiled brightly and lowered Ashido before retracting Black Whip and releasing Float. You high-fived him before turning to Bakugou, who was strangely trembling. “Katsuki, are you okay?”

Suddenly he doubled over in laughter. “WOOOOO! I can’t believe each and every one of you idiots fell for it!”

“But-but-but, I thought you left?!” Kirishima spluttered.

Bakugou was dying with laughter, so you took over. “Bakugou’s trick was, as sensei would say, a logical ruse. In fact, Midoriya planned the whole thing.”

“Midoriya?!”

“But Mido,” Ashido said, “I thought you didn’t like scary things!”

“Nope, I just find them really boring, and people don’t like it when I start overanalyzing movies.” Uraraka and Iida winced. “Nothing against you guys of course! I know I’d get upset if someone wouldn’t stop talking when I was watching something.”

“So, how did you do it?” Yaoyorozu asked. “It was – clearly – very convincing.”

“Well, Kacchan pretending to leave was the first step, but getting Midnight to help was the second.”

“Wait, we were only allowed to have people from our class!” Sato said.

Bakugou, finally having control over his laughs, snorted. “Nah, Pinky only said we could only have four people on our team. She never said it had to be in our class.”

“You got me there,” Ashido sighed.

“That’s why I planted that little story about demonic summoning during class,” Midnight said, “and why I volunteered to watch the dorm for Aizawa tonight. Then of course, I also supplied a bit of my quirk.”

“We needed just a bit,” Midoriya explained. “That way we could get [L/n] to convincingly pass out. Then, after he woke up when I chased you guys out of the room, he had time to put on some bloody makeup and to shapeshift into the fake Ochako. Auntie taught me a lot about costume makeup for cosplays so I have a bit of a collection for times like this.”

Shouji’s eyes widened. “Then, when I saw [L/n]…”

“I was setting up a timer to temporarily cut the power. Nothing sells a demon like a blackout, right?” All three of you removed the costume contact lenses from their eyes. “Convincing, huh?”

“All I had to do was suggest something terrible happening to me for you idiots to fill in the rest of the blanks,” Bakugou smirked. “’course my costume was pretty good too.”

“Admittedly the hardest part was getting Black Whip to come out of my mouth.” Midoriya muttered. “Anyway, that means we win! So, who’s taking over trash duty for me?”

The class just stared in shock. “I… can’t believe it,” Shinsou muttered. “They completely played us.”

“Like a goddamn fiddle,” Kaminari groaned.

“Not like it was hard, Dunce-face,” Bakugou snorted. “Doesn’t hurt my [Y/n] and my ‘Zuku are awesome actors and could scare your asses any day!”

It took all of two seconds before Bakugou realized what he had said. Todoroki, fearless or perhaps blunt as ever, spoke first. “Did Bakugou just admit he’s dating [L/n] and Midoriya?”

“Ah fuck.” In a flash you were surrounded by your classmates, clamoring for details.

You sighed. “And here I figured I’d win the bet.”

Midoriya laughed. “I guess Kacchan just had to force a win.”

“I didn’t wanna win it like this!”

And so, despite winning the scare-off, the three of you were perhaps stuck with the scariest thing of all: explaining why you were hiding a relationship for fun from a class that thrived on chaos.

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chapter thirty-eight — on the cover

➝ check now the new issue of karriere by der standard magazine!

➝ word count: 2,6k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: well, the hiatus is over. after a few turbulent months in my personal life, with a layoff and a hiring involved, in addition to depressive episodes, i am finally back in front of the keyboard to continue writing my stories. i appreciate the kind messages i received from everyone who still wanted to read more about elisabeth and cassie. they were of paramount importance for me to go ahead. i hope you like this chapter.

SEPTEMBER, 2017

A Flower Blooms On The Asphalt

Toto Wolff and Elisabeth Lauda talk about business, family and the next step in the relationship that rocked the world of Formula 1

By Rosa Winkler-Hermaden

They say that first impressions are lasting impressions, and the first impression one gets when watching Elisabeth Lauda and Toto Wolff together is that they are not your average couple. Both possess a presence that's impossible to ignore, courtesy of his tall stature and her piercing blue eyes, and the sense of poise and seriousness both of them exude, even in a setting as relaxed as this one.

Watching the two settle down on the sofa for the conversation, held in the couple's penthouse located in the Innere Stadt, it's hard not to not get the impression that the two of them are indeed “Austrian motorsport’s royalty”, a nickname given to the couple by the reporter Ted Kravitz, of Sky Sports F1. Considering who we're talking about, it's a very apt way to describe the couple, even though they vehemently deny it.

“It's a definition that I find funny, but I don’t necessarily agree with it. Neither Elisabeth nor I expect things to be done for us, let alone have figurative roles on the team. We are two completely normal people, we work and strive to provide the best working environment for everyone on the team”, Toto says, while holding his partner's hand.

“I think who my father is lends itself to the description, but I don’t really think it’s an accurate view of who Toto and I are as people. Like he said, we are completely normal people. We were just lucky enough to find each other in the middle of all this mess”, Elisabeth tells me, which makes Toto smile, his dark eyes glued to the small diamond sparkling on her left ring finger. The mess she is referring to, of course, is Formula 1, a world that today is the backdrop for, according to magazines and newspapers across Europe, “the greatest love story in sport to date”.

It’s a story that all starts in downtown Vienna.

Mixing business with pleasure

As her surname suggests, Elisabeth Lauda is the youngest daughter of three-time Formula 1 champion Niki Lauda and his wife of over 40 years, Marlene. With her beauty inherited from her mother and the acerbic personality of her father, she grew up between Austria and Ibiza, with a period in Italy in the 1990s when Niki worked for Ferrari. With a life between the Spanish island and her home country, as well as a few years studying at the Lycée Français in Vienna made her a polyglot. In addition to her native German, she speaks Catalan, Italian, French and English. “We're even on this one, we both know five languages apiece”, Toto comments, with a mischievous smile.

With two business degrees and an MBA from the University of Vienna, Liesl, as Toto calls her, was never interested in the world of motorsport. She says that she always preferred to work together with her father in his business outside of racing; the management of airlines and other investments he’d made in the early 2000’s.

“My father always said that, for matters related to Formula 1, he was in charge. I was never even tempted to delve into that world, that was something he did with my brothers. Things started to change when he received an invitation from Daimler to buy shares in Mercedes-Benz GP, which meant he would take the position of non-executive director of the team. He asked me if I wanted to help him with the project, and so, Formula 1 became another business interest of mine”, Elisabeth says.

Unlike his partner, Toto Wolff fell in love with speed in his late teens. He didn’t grow up watching racing, despite the fact that he does recall watching his father-in-law compete on television. After watching Philipp Peter, a friend of his from Vienna, compete in German Formula 3, the young man became convinced that this was what he wanted to do with his life. However, his reality was quite different.

Growing up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood in Vienna, his life changed drastically when his father, Sven, was diagnosed with an incurable form of cancer. It wasn't long before the business went bankrupt and his parents separated. Joanna, his mother, was left having to care for Toto and his sister, Lili, as a single mother. The dream of being a driver seemed distant, especially with his family’s financial difficulties. However, by pooling the savings from some Christmas and birthday gifts, Toto was able to buy (ironically) a SEAT Ibiza to start racing in Austria.

However, his fairy tale was short-lived. After a few unpromising seasons in Formula Ford and without the support of his main sponsor, who pulled out after the death of Roland Ratzenberger in 1994, he found himself taking another path.

“I entered university in a Business course, but ended up dropping out after I got an internship at a bank in Warsaw. I thought I would learn more in the real world, so I dove in. It's not something I really recommend, but, at the time, it seemed like a good idea. I learned a lot about investments and how to read the markets there, so that was a good thing” ,Toto says. He built some wealth by making lucky investments in early tech startups, which gave Wolff the chance to fulfill another dream: owning a Formula 1 team.

He became an investor first in HWA, a motorsport supplier that ran the Mercedes DTM factory team, which eventually led to him investing in the storied Williams F1 team. His work with Williams caught the eye of Wolfgang Bernhard, part of the board of directors of Daimler, the parent company of Mercedes, in the summer of 2012. Mercedes had re-entered Formula 1 in 2010 after taking over the Brawn GP outfit, and struggled in its first two seasons back in the sport. After a meeting with Dieter Zetsche, chairman of the board, he was invited to buy shares, along with Niki Lauda. “The turning point”, according to Wolff.

The couple's first contact was in September 2012, at a dinner at the Edvard restaurant, in downtown Vienna. Elisabeth laughs as she remembers arriving at the place with her father after an unexpected delay, as well as the moment she saw Wolff for the first time.

“My father arrived at the table, started greeting everyone and I started to ask myself why I was there, since I didn't know anyone, I hadn't participated in any meetings, I wasn't directly involved in the operation. Until he”, Elisabeth says, turning her head toward Toto. “He got up to talk to my dad and all I could think about was how beautiful his smile was”.

Wolff is more direct about his first impression of Elisabeth. "I'm a bit of a pessimistic man and particularly skeptical about love. I've been married and divorced once, so I figured the whole “romance” thing wasn't for me. And then she walks into the restaurant and it's like my heart said 'wait, I think we can try again'. And I decided to give it a try".

Although they didn't really talk much during that first dinner, they did get a chance to grow closer over lunch in Singapore. “The way he told me about his life, the details, the twinkle in his eye, that enchanted me. It felt like I was talking to someone I had known forever. There was a feeling of familiarity, of comfort. It was like I had finally found my home”, Elisabeth says, as Toto kisses her on the hand.

However, the couple took a while to get together. There was some hesitation on her part, especially considering her involvement in the team’s operations, given who her father is. “I feared how our involvement might look to others, especially investors. As much as we had a known and public friendship, at the negotiation table it could sound as if we were in collusion, which was not true”, she says.

That hesitation meant that each of them stepped back from their burgeoning relationship. Toto even had an affair with a French model in the meantime, but it didn't last long. “I couldn’t get Elisabeth out of my head,” Wolff explains, a shy smile on his face. Shortly thereafter, the two kicked off their relationship, which was surprisingly well-received by both of their families.

“Everyone’s reaction was something between 'finally' and 'I already knew', so I think we were just postponing something that was going to happen one way or another all this time", Elisabeth says. “You were putting it off”, Toto says, as Elisabeth shakes her head. “I wasn't”, she replies, while Wolff smiles mischievously.

The harmony between them is visible, even when they disagree on something. And that is a key element for the results that this partnership has achieved.

Communication as the key to success

Since 2014, the team commanded by the couple has won the Formula 1 constructors’ title three years in a row. The championship for individual drivers — the World Drivers’ Championship — has been won by a Mercedes driver since 2014 as well. At this point, history is set to repeat itself, though both Elisabeth and Toto deny that it is a certainty at this point.

“The results of the last few years have been incredible, but that doesn't mean we have everything in our hands, this year was proof of that. We weren’t as consistent during the first part of the season as in previous years, which cost us points in several races”, Toto says. "Ferrari did an excellent job this year and we had to fight to recover, especially after what happened in Monaco with Lewis’ car".

When asked if she agrees with her partner's assessment, Elisabeth smiles. “Yes, at this point, I agree. Nothing we have achieved came on a golden platter, it is the result of the effort of more than two thousand people in Brackley and Brixworth. The results belong to everyone, not just to those on the podium with the trophy”, she says. They seem to be mostly in agreement on everything, a picture of teamwork and harmony. I ask about it.

“Definitely not all the time”, he says, stifling a laugh. “Toto likes to say that he fell in love with the most headstrong woman in Austria, which is accurate, I think. Contrary to what many people think, I have firm positions on things. I'm not easily influenced, especially when it comes to business”, Elisabeth explains. Despite sounding like a source of conflict, the two cite their ability to communicate as their major strength together.

“Elisabeth and I had very different lives and paths until we met. It's completely normal and expected that we have different opinions and views on things, but we talk a lot and we always try to reach a middle ground”, Toto says. “Of course, when it comes to Mercedes, given the fact that Elisabeth is a representative of her father and not necessarily a shareholder, sometimes the conversation needs to be with Niki and not with her. But we always work with dialogue, on all fronts”, he completes, while his companion nods positively.

Of course, they can’t avoid all conflict, and Elisabeth confirms this herself. “We are still a normal couple. We argue, we try to understand each other, and we try to put our best vision on the table. But the fact that we managed to make our relationship work both in the workplace and at home is a sign of our maturity, I think”.

When asked if dialogue is the key to the team's success, the couple looks at each other, smiling. “It's difficult to attribute all the success of recent years to a single factor. But, I believe that communication, not just between the two of us, but within the organization, is extremely important”, Toto responds.

At this point, Elisabeth says that she wants a cup of coffee, and offers one to her partner and me. Toto refuses, giving his partner a good-natured jab about her caffeine intake. “I only appreciate the finer things in life”, she replies, planting a kiss on his cheek before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

A bright future

As we enjoy an espresso together, the couple talks about housekeeping and decorating. I ask about the pictures on the mantel above the fireplace. There are pictures of the couple by themselves, pictures of Toto’s two children from his previous marriage, and pictures of the Lauda family. Looking at all of it at once, it is impossible not to admire how the two of them have created a brilliant professional and personal life.

But, what about the future?

“We both intend to stay at Mercedes for a few more years. It's a long-term project, for both of us”, Elisabeth responds. "We renewed our contracts at the beginning of this year, until 2020 at least, then we will remain in the paddock for a few more seasons".

“We're both on the same page in that regard. We both have ambitions and desires in common and we know that, together, we will be able to achieve them”, completes Toto. When asked what those ambitions might be, he smiles. “We want to take Mercedes to the top, make everyone recognize it for the greatness it has. The brand has spent a long time away from Formula 1 and we both want to recover the lost decades. So far, I think we’re succeeding”.

They have more intimate, family-related desires as well. “We want to provide the best environment for them”, Elisabeth says, pointing to one of the photos of her stepchildren. “Have the best experiences and be happy. We make a great effort to have as normal a family life as possible, considering their routine, their mother's and ours. Fortunately, we are also having success”.

However, it is not their only wish. “We're also thinking of expanding the family”, Toto comments quietly, as Elisabeth jabs him with her elbow. Laughing, he explains. “If it were up to me, we'd already have a little boy running around the house, but Liesl is more traditional. First love, then marriage, then the baby”, Toto says, while Elisabeth blushes.

Asked about motherhood, she gives a shy smile. “I have a big family and I already have two nephews, so having kids has always been on my mind. After my stepchildren came into my life, I felt that desire grow even more. But it's not something immediate, especially considering our routine”. “And the fact that we aren’t married”, Toto adds, smiling.

When I ask about the ring on Elisabeth’s finger, she and Toto look at each other with knowing smiles, almost as if they were deciding whether or not to share the news. “Yes, we’ve taken the first step. We are engaged”, Toto finally responds. “Personally, I never imagined that I would be engaged after forty, but life hides some admirable surprises, and one of them was Liesl”.

When I ask her about the proposal, Elisabeth gives me a smile. “It wasn't traditionally romantic, but it was extremely meaningful for both of us”, she says. “I had thought about proposing during the days we spent in Ibiza, but I ended up not getting it. It ended up being here in the penthouse, inside the office, which was still meaningful for us”, Toto says, his thumb stroking the skin of her hand.

They don’t yet have a date or venue in mind, but both of them agree that it will be a small, private affair. “It's something we agreed on regarding the event. No crowds or spotlights. It will be something private, for us to share this moment with the ones we love, nothing more”, Elisabeth explains.

Asked if they feel that is the logical step to be taken in the relationship, Toto is adamant. “Yes. There is no one else I would want to be with in this world”, he replies, before putting his arm around her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

It is impossible to doubt him.

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