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lxkeee · 2 months

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IT'S BEEN SO LONG

-PART THREE

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Adopted! Fem angel! Reader [platonic!]

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

genre: fluff and cute

notes: a little bit short but meh

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR ❘ NAVIGATION

“Now... Where's that body...?” [y/n] muttered, looking at the golden holographic map that was coming out of her wrist watch, a blinking dot flickers on the holographic screen. She scrunched up her nose as the scent of smoke, dust, and blood fills her nostrils. I do hope my father is living somewhere far better than the streets of hell, this place is nasty. She thought before shaking her head.

She looked up ahead to see the hotel by the cliff, looking back at the hologram—it seems the body is somewhere by the hotel.

“You have got to be kidding me.” [y/n] muttered underneath her breath. She looked around—no one in sight, with a snap of her fingers, her angel wings disappeared along with her halo that transformed into a golden Laurel wreath that is on her head. Her usual white and gold dress transformed into a plain black one.

“There, I think this is a good camouflage.” she murmured to herself, adjusting her sling back before eventually beginning to trek the cliff towards the hotel.

Finally arriving, she got a good look at the name of the hotel—Hazbin Hotel, very witty, she thought.

“Isn't this the hotel Charlotte Morningstar made? If she's Lucifer's daughter, then does that mean she's my younger step sister?” she wondered before shrugging. Deciding not to knock on the hotel doors and go straight to where Adam's supposed dead body is—which is buried underneath a pile of rubble somewhere a few meters away from the hotel. Truly sad to see but the man got it coming—he was an asshole, to think he was the first man and the first soul to go to heaven but died in hell.

Why do we need to bring him back up again? Oh right... God's favorite.

[Y/n] sighs loudly, moving her hand over the hologram and a keyboard appears. Her fingers danced across the screen as she requested some angel workers to retrieve it.

She sighs, turning back to look at the hotel behind her. Now to get a report on what exactly happened, she thought. I wonder if dad is there? She wondered to herself, she really wanted to see him and hug him, she truly missed her father after all.

Her heels clicked the cement pavement as she walked back to the front of the hotel, climbing up the few steps of stairs till she finally reached the tinted glass front doors.

Maybe I should wear my halo? To let them know I'm from heaven?

She thought and hummed before nodding to herself, snapping her fingers and her halo was once more on top of her head, glowing in angelic pride and power.

She took a deep breath, I can do this. She thought before curling her fingers into her knuckles, bringing it up and then knocking on the glass doors.

Knock, knock, knock.

Charlie stopped talking to Vaggie and Alastor when they heard a knock from the front door, Charlie's eyes sparkled excitedly. A visitor or perhaps a guest?!

“My~ it seems we have a guest, dear.” Alastor grins, leaning against his microphone, “Perhaps after the extermination, it gave hope to these hopeless sinners.” he added, his smirk widening.

Charlie grinned, she too hoped that would be the case.

Vaggie placed a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder, giving Charlie a reassuring smile, “You got this, babe.” she says and Charlie nodded, adjusting her clothes to look presentable.

With a deep breath she walked towards the door, trying to calm her excited heart.

Charlie finally held the handle of the door, opened it and.... A woman slightly taller than her is standing outside, a smile on her face and wait a minute, is that a halo?!

Charlie's eyes widened, she can practically feel the woman's power radiating off her, dare she say it's stronger than Adam's.

She's nervous, almost scared even. What is an angel doing here?

“A pleasant evening, are you perhaps Charlotte Morningstar?” the woman asked, her voice gentle and smooth to the ear, it calms Charlie down. Making the princess of hell lower her guard a bit before she shakes her head. I need to be on guard, I don't know what she wants and I need to be ready.

Charlie took a deep breath before giving the angel a smile, “Yes, that is me! Is there something you need from me? I didn't know heaven would be sending someone today.” she says and the angelic woman chuckled.

“It was so sudden that we couldn't send an advance notice.” The angel chuckled softly and Charlie just looked at her in confusion.

“But to make things easier, I am here to collect Adam's body and also collect data to file a report of what exactly happened during the recent extermination.” The angel says, sighing and slumping her shoulders. Charlie could tell that the woman was annoyed by the situation.

Charlie looked at the woman with slight hesitancy, “Is that all...?” she asked, nervously and the angel nodded.

“Certainly,” She smiles before her eyes widened and she gives Charlie a small and short bow, “How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am [Y/n], one of heaven's messengers. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Morningstar.” [Y/n] says with a smile, offering her hand for a handshake in which Charlie returned. Charlie shivered slightly as she felt how cold the angel's hands were.

The name certainly rings a bell to Charlie, she swore she heard that name before then her eyes widened, don't tell me..? The name, the very cold hands... Is this the girl her dad was talking about?

“Are you... My dad's adopted daughter...?” Charlie questioned, her voice almost a whisper and [Y/n]'s eyes softened.

So he does remember me. [Y/n] thought, a smile on her face.

“Yes, that is indeed me, so dad talked about me huh?” she answered and asked and Charlie's smile widened, her big sister is here!

Charlie chuckled, “Yeah, he told me about you recently.” she says with a shrug and [Y/n] giggles, “Well, at least he didn't forget about me.”

Charlie smiled, moving away from the door so [Y/n] can enter, “Of course, he didn't. Oh, please do come in.”

[Y/n] nodded with a smile, “Thank you.” she says and enters the hotel.

“Do you want me to tell him that you're here? Do you want to see him?” Charlie asked, guiding the angel through the hotel's hallway that leads to the lobby where the bar is.

[Y/n] smiled, “Please do, it's been ages since I've last seen him.” she says, almost pleading and Charlie smiled, whipping out her phone to text her dad before returning it back to her pocket. Her dad is back at the palace as he had some things to get from his room.

“I am sure he misses you too, how about we finish that report while we wait?” Charlie suggested and [Y/n] nodded, “That's a good idea.”

Lucifer was in his room, arranging some things into a box. He heard his phone beep and opened it to see a text from his daughter.

Come back to the hotel as soon as possible, someone wants to see you and it is someone important.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, wondering who could possibly be looking for him. He shrugs, they can wait.

He returned his phone back to his pocket and continued on putting the rubber ducks inside the boxes.

Another beep was heard and he sighed, opening to see another text from Charlie.

If you're wondering who could possibly be looking for you, their name is [Y/n];)

Lucifer never teleported so fast in his entire life.

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msfantasy-comics · 4 months

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The Little Three

Platonic!Damian Wayne x WonderGirl!Reader x Platonic!Jon Kent

Summary: A short story on “really want to see just a cute little platonic relationship with a reader who’s wonder woman’s daughter with damian wayne and jon kent. like a mini trinity goofing around while bruce, clark and diana are like “oh hell 😐”

A/n: Inspired by this post

Masterlist - Tip Jar

“Obviously Jon will be the best leader.” Y/n declares, finger outright pointing towards the half kryptonian. Damian’s snorts at such a blasphemous proclamation.

“That is ridiculous, I am obviously the best suited to be a leader. If you two went on a mission by yourselves you would not even develop a sound strategy. Jon would come up with a half-baked plan which will quickly crumble, while you would just go to the location and wreck havoc until you win.” Damian accuses, a signature bat frown now adorning his features.

Y/n just rolls her eyes with a groan. “It’s part of my strategy to overwhelm the enemy… it always works.” Which only grates on Damian’s nerves.

“You are only proving my point further. It is reckless and stupid. You cannot be successful by being a brute.” A high pitched gasp escapes, Y/n’s hands now slamming down onto the table.

“Shut up Damian! Just because you don’t like my battle strategy, doesn’t mean you’re better.” Smirking he crosses his arms over his chest, feet now kicked up on top of the hologram table.

“I am better than you, because I am smarter, stronger and better trained than you.” Jon slouches further back into his seat, nervousness creeping up his spin at the familiar dispute.

“Guys… let’s just calm down -“

“Oh shut up you annoying little rat! How about a game of capture the flag to prove who should be the teams leader. Whoever captures the flag wins!” Y/n asserts, fist outstretched waiting for Jon and Damian to fist bump in agreement.

“You are on Little Wonder.” Damian stretches his fist out, bumping the young wonders knuckles with his own. Y/n only clenches her jaw in irritation.

“Don’t call me that, Shorty!”

“Not all of us are born with Amazonian genetics freak!” Y/n and Damian are just about pressing noses, now playing an unspoken game of chicken.

Jon continues to stand behind them pinching the bridge of his nose. The soft ticks and beeps sounding off from the technology around them. The Justice watchtower now shifting and readjusting before settling back to a set position. “Guys… I’m not encouraging this I’m out.” Jon crosses his arms, launching himself backwards into the leather seat again, he turns his attention back to the holographic table, checking for his Dad’s location and only hoping that the pin is moving back towards the tower. Y/n and Damian only meet eyes with a knowing smirk.

“Jon’s the flag?” Y/n asks only getting a small nod from Damian.

“On your mark.” Damian says which only makes Jon’s eye bulge.

“Guys - stop! I said I didn’t want to be part of your games!” The two devils only smile as if not hearing his refusal.

“Get set.” Y/n says, the two now shifting their weight to the balls of their heels. Jon growls twisting and taking off in a quick dash.

“Go!” Damian and Y/n both shout taking off at inhuman speeds, eager to catch their human(?) flag.

Damian pulls out his bat gun, launching a wire and hook into the long wall in an attempt to quick zip line towards Jon only for Y/n to grab the wire and snap it with her bare hands.

“Leave me alone!” Jon shouts, the sonic sound of his shout vibrating the objects around him.

“You’re mine!” Y/n springs out, grabbing the corner of Jon’s jacket only for Jon to step away launching Y/n head first into the large computers and screens with a loud crack. The screens glass sprays across the floor, the Amazonian only jumps up and bounds towards Jon without a second to spare.

“Launch emergency Kryptonite!” Damian shouts into his suit mic now throwing lethal batarangs and recalling the projectiles. Jon only evading the objects by mere millimeters.

The projectiles where only continuously puncturing the steel walls and solid objects around. Sparks fly as Damian hits an electric reserve.

The red emergency lights now blaring a warning.

But the three pay no mind to the danger alarm, Y/n and Damian too absorbed in capturing their objective. Jon too distracted to not getting injured.

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“Code Red, Watchtower is under attack.” An AI Voice announces into the earpieces of the Justice team. “Permission to counter attack the enemy by any means necessary?”

“The kids!” Superman exclaims, Batman redirecting the route of the Batship.

“Permission denied.” Batman grumbles into his mic. Worry now coating the features of Clark.

“What foe could be attacking the tower right now?” Diana voices, hoping that the answer will relieve some distress. Batman only grumbles a reply.

“Probably the kids.”

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Arriving to the tower the big three stand at the teleport entry, eyeing the mass damage that has occurred on the tower in the short moments they were gone. All of the screens are cracked and ruin, the holographic projector now laying on the floor in a broke heap. Sparks flying away from live wires.

“I caught him first!” Damian shouts, yanking Jon towards him.

“What are you stupid?! I caught him first!” Y/n shouts yanking Jon into her grasp. Jumping up she locks her legs around his torso, arms wrapping firmly around Jon’s neck in a lock. “You can claim him if you wretch my dead body off of him.”

“Fine.” Damian says coldly, taking a step back and launching himself onto the two making them tumble over with a loud thud. Yelps and grasps coming from the three now strewn a-crossed the floor. Jon now trapped between his two friends, thrashing limbs.

“What is going on here?” Diana yells making Y/n instantly release her grip and scrambling to get up only to slam into the floor as Damian’s grip is still wrapped around her ankle. The three slowly look up at their parents faces who are angry to say the least. “How could you let this happen.”

Y/n kicks her foot at Damian, before finally standing up, Y/n slouches under the angry gaze of her mother. “We couldn’t decide on a leader so we made it a competition of capture the flag… Jon’s the flag.” Diana’s eye twitched at the absurdity of your words. The watch tower was destroyed because their super kids decided to settle an argument with ‘Capture the Flag.’

“And added inflicted millions of dollars in damages in the process. You’re all in big trouble.” Clark reprimands, his usual friendly demeanour now replaced with stern anger.

“But Dad! I didn’t even want to be part of this stupid game!” Jon whines which only makes Y/n and Damian shoot Jon a silent deathly look.

“A good leader would’ve prevented a dispute in their team.” Clark reprimands Jon which only makes him bow his head in shame.

“You’re all clearly not ready for a serious role in the hero’s league if you plan of settling disputes with childish games and inflicting mass damage in the process - Clark, Diana and I will re-evaluate your readiness. Until then, the Little Three team is banned from missions.”

“What?! This is so unfair!” Y/n exclaims in exasperation. The hero’s team banned before they even got started. They hadn’t even picked a leader for crying out loud.

“What is unfair is that Jon, Damian and yourself have destroyed perfectly good resources all for a game.” Clark reprimands. “Jon your grounded, you will be staying home for the rest of the summer completing all farm chores including mine.” Jon groans at his punishment.

It was Bruce’s turn to supply Damian a punishment. “No vigilante work until you move stocks to cover the cost of your handiwork.” Damian stands stick straight, accepting his punishment without resistance.

“Yes father.”

Diana leans over, her brows knitting together in irritation. “Listen here missy!” Before Diana could utter another word, Y/n’s hands reach out to her mothers face, pressing her fingers into her mothers pinched brows, as if making Diana not frown would resolve her anger. Y/n begins to jut her lip out and stare up at her mother with big shining eyes.

“I’m sorry Mama, please don’t be mad.” Her soft and delicate voice pulling at Diana’s heartstrings.

“…it’s okay baby…” Diana folds instantly to her adorable daughter. “Just don’t do it again.” She coos giving her precious girl a big kiss on the cheek. Y/n only looks at her fellow mates with the cheekiest of grins.

The two boys stare in disbelief as Y/n escape parental punishment, especially as she is the instigator of the incident. Jon decides to take the plunge. “Dad-“

“Don’t even try it son.”

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seat-safety-switch · 7 months

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"Hold on there, pardner. This here's a cognition hazard." said the holographic cowboy in the corner of my vision. He then took a series of poses that the designer must have thought looked heroic and protective, before flickering back to his original position and repeating the process. My artificial ranch-hand was not incorrect: the thing I was attempting to do would cause me unpredictable amounts of psychic damage, likely impacting my relationships with those around me and even my mental state at rest. Even so, I pushed the button and waited.

Software development used to be a sort of reckless task, undergone without care. Decades ago, hundreds of folks would cram themselves into a single building and then work hard on their computers to develop computer programs. Originally, these programs performed useful but difficult tasks, speeding them up dramatically for the varied needs of government and industry. At first, life improved. And then, as with every prior machine in human history, we looked for harder jobs for it to do.

A funny thing happens when a computer program gets longer than about a page of typewritten code. You have to hold a lot of it in your head. The best programmers could commit an entire system to memory, gliding through it like barracuda through a disreputable motel's swimming pool. We didn't know then how much trauma it caused. The doctors had no idea what was happening with all those isolated burnouts freaking out, moving into the woods, and hunting men for sport.

Watching the old newsreels now, seeing the 20th-century equivalent of coal miners delving willingly into fold-out charts of MFC inheritance diagrams, it's a little hard to stomach. It only took about twenty years of continued exposure to this kind of thing before the human mind rebelled, the manmade logical constructs providing a kind of sharp edge that ripped through sanity like a hot wire. Thing is, it still had to be done, and the folks who did it seemed to enjoy it up until The Void caught up to them too. So the government did what the government does best, and compromise. We'd all have warnings that what we were doing was insanely dangerous and life-shortening, and our employers would keep demanding that we heap more complexity atop ever-increasing mountains of irreducible cruft.

A good deal for all involved, especially the folks who got the contract to make the warning holograms about fifteen years ago. They must have loved their jobs, putting the little cowboy hats on them. You can tell in all the little complex details of his haunted face, begging me to turn back from my route to oblivion. One day I'd like to make something cool like that.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 3 months

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Do you long for having your heart interlinked? (Miguel O’Hara x Ai/Hologram! Fem! reader) Part 2

Hiiii! Part two as promised, not proofread. Once again, heavily inspired by K and Joi’s relationship in bladerunner 2049. And there will not be a part 3, but enjoy regardless!

(Y/N)-Your name.

Cursing, Miguel being all mad scientisty at the beginning , Miguel being a bit of a perv at the beginning if you squint, talks about cutting of synthetic flesh, Miguel being a sad and desperate man if you squint a bit harder , Slight existentialism. lmk if I miss anything.

Word count: 2.2k

Part 1

Masterlist

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“Miguel?”

His shoulders tensed up upon hearing your voice ring through his office, despite your inability to appear in the room, he always got nervous that one day you’ll end up just popping up in the middle of him working on your physical form.

“Yes?” His voice low, thick with concentration as wipes some sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief he had tossed to the side of his desk. Careful to not bump his glasses as he kept his eyes focused on wrapping the synthetic skin around your left hand, apart from the nails, it was the last bit of your arms that needed to be completed.

“It’s currently 2:24 am, you need to rest.”

“Tomorrow is my day off, I’m fine.” He replied, putting down his black marker and removing the faux skin from around the arm, placing it flat on the table as he picked up his exacto knife and began to prepare to slice off the excess skin. He needed to make sure to cut off the right amount, not wanting to cut off too little and having waste parts he could use on the rest of your body, it was almost as if he was vinyl wrapping a car.

“You still planned on going to HQ tomorrow, you need to rest.” Your words were only met with silence. “Miguel I’ll cut the power if you don’t leave that office of yours and go to bed, you’ll be insufferable tomorrow, you're even more cranky when you don’t get enough sleep.” You scolded him, Miguel’s lip twitched upwards at the mental image of your left hand on your hip with the other pointed a finger at him, your coding making non-existent wrinkle lines appear where your brows furrowed together, and next to your lips as you frown at his inability to take care of his own needs without you to remind him.

“Alright alright…” He mumbled, taking in a deep breath before blinking some sleep out of his eyes, you knew him so well. “Let me finish up, I’ll be out in twenty minutes, tops.” Instead of a verbal answer like he was expecting, he got the sound of your hologram being deactivated. Letting out a small amusement exhale from his nose when he realizes that you were physically waiting for him outside of his office door. How cute…

He was able to finish the arm up in sixteen minutes, placing the finished arm next to the other one, from the fingertips to the shoulder, packing them away properly in a briefcase that resembled those a musician would put their instrument in, he pondered on what part to work on next. Should he develop another external body part? Your legs, your torso? You’d be anatomically correct of course because he knows that’s how’d you’d want to be (and not for completely other unrelated reasons), or maybe on one of your internal “organs”, though completely made up of wiring and metal he wanted it to mimic the human body as much as he could.

“Miguel, it’s been twenty minutes.” Your voice apparently brought him out of his train of thought, making him rush to the door before you fulfill your threat of shutting the power, you’ve done it before on him.

“Alright, alright… I’m going…” he grumbled under his breath as he made his way to his room.

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“I sent Hobie and Gwen to deal with that anomaly on Earth-A145… Jess wanted to speak to you about training for that new recruit you’ll be meeting tomorrow… and we’re gotten the thumbs up on reopening sector 6 again now that the repairs from last week are finished.” You read off your mini report from your holographic tablet, sitting on the edge of Miguel’s desk as you swung your feet as you looked back up at him. You were always in your smaller form around HQ, finding it easier for your system so you don’t get overwhelmed too quickly or easily.

Miguel replied back in a hum, his eyes trained on the screens in front of him, zoning in on watching the two spider-teens take down a Doc Ock variant pressing his lips together as he tries to keep his mind from wandering, he’s been having trouble with that recently. Letting out a grumble when he heard the faint sound of your screen dinging, internally groaning at the conversation you were both about to enter.

“Miguel…” You glanced at your tablet again, “your vitals are off again, Miguel.” You noted as you tapped around, your brows frowning together as you scowl lightly. “They’ve been like that for the past few weeks… did you want me to make an appointment with your doctor?” You asked as you looked back up at him, watching the way his nostrils expanded slightly as he exhaled out from them, shaking his head light.

“No, (Y/N), that’s not necessary.” He mumbled softly, lifting a hand in the air to wave off the concern, making you let out a huff of frustration, before phasing out and reappearing in front of him with a frown and your arms crossed over your chest. Miguel went to wave his hand through you, it passed through your programming as he silently told you to go away, his frown growing slightly deeper when he realizes that wasn’t going to rid of you.

“Miguel, don't start. Ever since a few months ago when you started to lock yourself up in your office at home, I’ve been starting to worry about you.” After your sentence, the tablet dings again, his heart rate, but you didn’t even glance at it as you look up at him.

“You don’t have to say that.” He responds automatically, his go to respond when you express concerns about him or compliment him in a way a human would. It made his heart skip a beat and sink simultaneously. Despite him overriding your original code, you were still meant to simulate romantic emotions. No matter what, that would always still be attached to you, and it didn’t help Miguel’s rapidly worsening pining for you.

“I know, I want to.” You’d always reply.

If only you knew you were the reason behind your own concerns.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He reassured you in a clam yet commanding voice, his hand going to play with the little metal spider figure on his desk that Peter had brought him one time after a mission. Your eyes narrowed towards him for a split second, before going back to their neutral position, your lips twitching up in a smile, you choose to believe him.

“If you say so, Mig.” You said before phasing away.

He let out a small hum, his lips curving upwards slightly as his eyes shifted down to the metal spider. It would be a nice addition to the metal heart he was about to start building…

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“Morning Miguel.” The sound of your voice always helped put a smile on his face before he even opened his eyes.

“Good morning.” He replied in that same raspy voice he always did, slowly getting up and out of bed to stretch before starting his morning ritual. Groaning slightly as he felt his vertebrae pop back into place.

“I’m already warming up your coffee,” You said as your coding developed in front of him in your full size, watching as he twisted his torso to pop his hips, before going off to his restroom to get ready for his morning. Today was one of those rare days where he was off from his normal day job at Alchemax, and although he never true gave himself a day off, spending those spare days brooding up in his secluded area up in the HQ tower, watching dozens of screens to make sure that the multiverse didn’t collapse under his watch, but today was special, so he had Jess watch over the society for the day.

“Today’s a special day, (Y/N). You know why?” He asked, sipping on his coffee, as he glances at your presence in his kitchen as he waits for his bagel to pop out from the toaster behind you, a plate already waiting next to the cream cheese and a spreading knife.

You just tilted your head to the side, that once-in -a-blue-moon look of confusion crosses your face as you quickly look over his digital calendar for the day in your internal system only to be met with nothing. Because he purposely left it off, just to see that adorable rare look on your digital features. It was written on a sticky note in his home office instead.

January 14, 2099. (Y/N)’s activation date.

That was two years ago now, exactly down to the day. Miguel finally let out a chuckle when you eventually shrugged your shoulders, waiting for him to tell you.

“Today is the two year anniversary of you being my assistant.” He said as the sound of his breakfast finally popping up, you moving aside to get out of Miguel’s pathway despite his ability to phase through you, knowing how he feels weird about it.

“Really? It doesn’t quite feel that long for me.” You comment as you watch him complete his meal before taking a bit out of the still steaming thing of bread, watching the way the cream cheese slowly starts to melt and drip down onto the plate from the hole in the center of the bagel.

The concept of time to you was a thing you really only understood in theory, it felt like almost… a bubble. On the inside was Miguel, or humans in general. They were born, they celebrate each year when the earth does a full rotation around the sky, they grow up, grow old then they eventually die. Everyday they walk up, usually around the same time, go about their day as they attempt to stick to a schedule before going to sleep. Miguel will leave to work around in the morning, stay till afternoon and slave himself away till tiredness seeps itself into his bones or until you nag him to sleep. Whereas for you, you just kind of… woke up one day for a lack of better words, not how Miguel does though, you don't get tired, you don’t need to rest. Sure, you could overworked your system, you “sleep”, but sleep for you was when you weren’t being useful to Miguel, it’s almost like how you’ve read up how humans experience sleep, expect when they’re minds become free to dream about whatever their hearts long for during their R.E.M cycles, you just become enveloped in nothingness. There is no pitch blackness, no foggy stretch of infinite void for you to wander. Just that, nothingness, and just like humans forget 90% percent of what they dream of at night, you forget what it feels like when you are temporarily shut off. Despite living outside of that bubble of a timeline, you attempted to mimic it when you could, just to indulge yourself from time to time. For him, it felt exactly like those 730 days had passed, to you only a few rips of the fabric of time and space. Time was a man-made concept after all.

Miguel has noticed you’ve been using the word feel more. Despite your lack of a psyche, it felt like you were only growing more sentient by the day with Miguel’s help, on occasion encouraging you to come up with an original thought or opinion when he could coax it out of you.

“It has.” He continued as he finished his breakfast, placing the dirty dishes in the skin and the food items back where they belonged in the fridge. “And, I got you a gift.” Your face returns to that wonder, making Miguel’s lip curl up into a smile.

“You did?” You asked as you watched Miguel leave the kitchen with a response, waiting a moment to see he’d come back, going to zap to his location when he didn't, only to be met with the sight of his office door instead. Frowning as you wait for him.

The frown quickly became replaced with shock when he finally opened the door only to be met with the sight of you, it was you in the form of a robot. You slowly bring your hand out to go and touch it once he brought it through the doorway, your holographic form glitching through your new physical one as you pass it through your face. Bright wide eyes going from it to Miguel as he speaks again, a soft smile covering his features as he looked down at it with pride, your robotic form, eyes closed, head dropped down in front of you and arms hanging loosely by your side, the same way moments before you were first were booted up two years ago.

“You can use it around the house or whenever you feel like when you want to accompany me on non-Spider-Man related errands. Around HQ or during my patrols though it would be best if you stayed in your digital form.” You stayed quiet as your hand ghost over the fabric of your outfit, he even made sure to replicate the one you’d always wore. He cleared his throat as his eyes shifted to you. “Did you want to try it out?”

“Please.”

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obsessedwithmiguel · 2 months

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Finally, home...

(If anyone knows how to change the letters' color and how to make the publication more pretty, please I'll apreciatte the help and advise. Also, this is my first one shot, so enjoy.)

Warning: None, just fluff.

You were at your apartment, resting on your bed, reading. You were completely peaceful, except for the lingering thought in the back of your head; when’s your husband gonna get home? As if on cue, a bright spiral of colours appears down the hall, Miguel walking through it. You hear his low sigh, his menacing but familiar footsteps in the living room. “Cariño, it’s me.” His low, tired voice calls from down the hallway.

You look away from the book and place it on the nightstand next to you. You change position on the bed; changing from lying to sitting. Your attention is focused on the door frame where you would see your husband. You had a ponytail as a hairstyle, your mane of hair looked in comparison to that of a lion. Your were wearing a black nightgown, it was a soft fabric but not silky. It had a small V-shaped neckline and the skirt reached the middle of your thighs. Your skin was slightly illuminated by the lamp next to you. Your eyes looked black as night, even if they were brown, the darkness did not allow its true colors to show. Your hair was disheveled; even if you had combed your hair. You pay attention to your husband's figure, waiting for him to approach and take a seat next to you. You could see the exhaustion in your partner's eyes and you wanted to do what you could to take all that stress and tiredness away from his being.

Miguel drags his feet as he walks into the room they both shared. Miguel looked tired, exhausted, stressed and drained. Dark circles adorned his face, part of his curls fell on his forehead and his face looked a little pale. He looked like he hadn't slept, hadn't even eaten. He had made you a small promise, which was that he would eat; be it breakfast, lunch and/or dinner. Although sleeping is already a bit complicated.

Miguel lets his weight fall on the bed. That side of the matress sinks a little due to its body weight. He brings his arm to his face; covering his exhausted eyes. He has migraine. Spending so much time looking at those screens, plus the lights from the portals, did not help with his situation. He had thought about it while he was still in his office. He had that internal debate of whether he should go home or just stay to work.

Obviously he had the idea of staying. He had a bottle of migraine pills in his left cabinet. But his mind clicked: he was married and had someone waiting for him at home. His mind went elsewhere in an instant. The soft and delicate touch of your fingers massaging his scalp. Your soft lips and the warmth of your body. He needed it. He realized how lonely he felt when he wasn't by your side. He needed your touch, your voice, your being, your presence.

And there he is, lying on his back. His arm blocking the dim light of the lamp that adorned your bedroom. He didn't want to talk, he felt so heavy. His eyelids felt heavy, the muscles in his jaw refused to communicate the message he wanted to give you. He still had his suit on. It was suffocating, even if it was a hologram.

Your worried look increased when you saw his state. He looked vulnerable, something very rare to see. Your arm reaches for the button on the lamp and you turn it off. Miguel finally moves his arm away. Only his holographic suit illuminated the bedroom a little with a faint red light. You approach him, close enough for his hair to brush against your legs.

Miguel opens his eyes a little just to look at you. Despite the darkness in the bedroom, he could see you so clearly. He could see every detail, every feature of you perfectly. Lazily, Miguel's right hand reaches for his Gizmo. Deactivating his suit made by codes.

His brown eyes close for a moment: only to then open them and look into your eyes. Miguel rolls to your side; his head on your lap. His hands brush against your hips. A sigh of exhaustion and satisfaction leaves Miguel's mouth. No words were needed. You already knew what he was looking for. One of your hands begins to massage his scalp, while the other massaged the back of his neck. You felt Miguel's muscles relax on top of you, his tense body slowly relaxing under your soft touch. Miguel detaches himself a little, as if giving you room to settle. You look at him confused.

"To make you comfortable." Miguel murmured. His voice a little hoarse from exhaustion. There you realized. You settle into bed, lying down. When you are settled, Miguel lies down next to you. His head close to your chest so he could listen to the music that your heartbeats provided. Your hands continued to work their magic, Miguel's arms surround you but do not squeeze you.

Miguel felt at home. He had someone to love after so much time alone: he couldn't ask for more. He normally doesn't let himself be carried away by his feelings, but your touch made him lower his defenses and let him show that side that he hid so much when you had barely met. That warmth and tickling in his chest when he was with someone. Oh, how he missed it. He was finally happy, he was with the person he loves, his everything, his home. Finally at home.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman #fluff #spiderman 2099

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yourimagines · 7 months

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Messages

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: fluff, angst

- Summary; Anakin left you some messages before you lost him to the dark side

Y/N POV

I was laying alone in my bunk bed, the rest of the crew was having fun in our main ears of the ship. I was playing with a small holographic disk in my hands, thinking about Anakin. I closed my curtain from my bunk bed and turned around, facing the wall. I carefully pressed on the play button, revealing a holographic video from Anakin. ‘My beautiful Y/N, I hope you understand everything I ever told you, about the Jedi way, my thoughts about it and how much you mean to me. Something is going to change, and I want you to be safe, don’t come back to the temple, leave as far as you can go. When everything is done I’ll come and get you, I always will find you my love. Stay hidden and we see each other soon. I love you my princess.’ The hologram played this over and over. “I miss you so much Ani.” I sadly smiled at his hologram. I pressed the button and it turned off. I hugged the disk close to my chest and felt asleep.

I was searching through my bags, looking for my other holographic disks I’ve got from Anakin, he always left them behind when he was away, for a meeting, mission or even when he was training. He was always thinking about me. I saw a silver disk on the bottom of my bag. “Yes, thank the force.” I quietly said to myself. I grabbed it and hopped into my bunk bed, trying to get some privacy. I immediate pressed the button, revealing Anakin. ‘My beautiful Y/N, I hope you liked the presents I send you, I miss you a lot, it’s a quiet place here. I will see you soon my love, take care.’ A tear fell down my cheek. I rubbed it quickly away. “I miss you too Ani”

I was laying I’m my bed, watching some messages Ani send me during the war. ‘My beautiful Y/N, I want you to know that I’m okay, the war is going to be longer than we all expected, I hope you have a wonderful day at your parents house this weekend. I miss you but I can’t wait to have you back here in my arms, I see you very soon my love, I love you baby.’ I smiled at it, letting the hologram replaying the message till I felt asleep. Dreaming about him, finding me after all these time we’ve been separated from each other.

#x reader #imagines #imagine #x y/n #y/n x character #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin x reader #anakin x you #fluff x reader #x y/n fluff #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #darth vader x reader #darth vader imagine #y/n

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esamastation · 6 months

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Part fifty-seven of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: forty-seven forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-fix

Crossing his hands behind his neck, Zack looks up at the 1/10000 holographic model of Midgar, proudly displaying what it would look like once they finally finished all the plates. It's pretty impressive and detailed, all lit up and glowing and stuff. It's taller than he is and takes most of the room. It's pretty impressive.

Zack glaces around the room, wondering how long he ought to keep looking at empty corners before he could call it.

While the SOLDIER Seconds scoured the Science floors, the Thirds had been tasked with checking the rest of the building for any sign of the experimental subject that had somehow gotten out of the labs. Zack had been assigned the Skyview hall - which, though a pretty damn cool place to patrol, was also pretty much bound to be a waste of time. There's like half a dozen floors between Skyview and the Science floor, and the only way in is through the elevator. How was some specimen going to use an elevator?

Still, pretty cool. Though he'd been to the Skyview about a dozen times now, it's not something you can get bored of. To a country boy like him, the hologram displays are pretty much magic.

"Any escaped specimens please come out, come out, whenever you are," Zack calls and wonders how the rest of his squad was doing. Maybe they could go out and do some monster hunting after this. "Heere specimen, specimen, specimen -"

"... Um?"

… um? "Huh?" Zack asks and looks around. That was definitely a voice. "Who's there?"

"... oh no, I wasn't discovered at all," is the mumbled reply. "Um, ignore me, then, please! I'm not a specimen!"

It's coming… from the display. There's someone hiding inside the model, underneath the glowing holograms.

"Uh, I think you better come out of there, man," Zack says, more confused than anything. Maybe a tourist that had gotten stuck when they closed the building down? "I don't think you're supposed to be there. What are you even doing there, man?"

"... Nothing?"

"... Yeah, that's not going to fly. Sorry, man." Zack rests his hands on his hips. "If you don't come out, I'm probably gonna have to drag you out. Or something."

"Umm… I'll - I'll come out," the voice answers, and someone comes crawling out from underneath the model of Midgar.

It's a kid, dressed up in a… hospital gown?

"Uh," Zack says, looking him up and down. "... You are the escaped specimen, aren't you?"

The kid squirms, looking uncomfortable and nervous. He fiddles with the edge of the gown. "I'm - not?" he offers hopefully.

"You literally have a Science Department bracelet on," Zack points out, a bit uncomfortable. He didn't know the specimen was a human - never mind a kid.

The kid clasps a hand around the bracelet and looks at him imploringly. His pupils are completely blown and his pale hair is a mess. "I'm not supposed to - I was going to - please don't take me back."

Zack scratches at the back of his head awkwardly. He doesn't really know what to do here. The kid doesn't even have shoes on. "Um, what were you in the labs for?"

"Oh, I was going to join the SOLDIER program," the kid says, a little too earnest. "And then I was going to spy for someone. But then Professor Hojo said my brain was useful. And I think he was maybe going to do something about my brain. Like cut it out maybe? So I ran away."

"Uh," Zack says confusedly, flashing back to some stuff Kunsel had told him about the Science floors. "Wait, hang on - spy?"

"Oh no, I wasn't supposed to say that," the kid says and curls up, fiddling with the hem of his pale blue gown. "Please forget I said that."

Zack shakes his head, too confused not to ask, "Who were you spying on? And why?"

The kid squirms a little. "Oh, well, the Professor? Because he's getting SOLDIERs killed? I was supposed to find out what he was doing. And I did," the kid says and nods proudly. "He's trying to figure out how to give SOLDIERs lethal doses of Mako without permanently killing them."

Zack gapes at him. "He's - what? Why?!"

"Because there's a reaction," the kid explains earnestly. "Give a subject enough Mako to momentarily stop the heart and give them some level of neurological damage and Mako will flood into those internal injuries. Hojo theorised that the damaged neurons are then replaced."

"... by the Mako?" Zack asks, feebly.

"What are you doing?" asks a new voice directly behind Zack, who immediately whirls around and grabs a sword, stepping up in front of the kid to defend him.

Then he sees who it is. "Genesis - sir?" he says weakly.

It can't be anyone else - no one but the Firsts get away with shirking uniform regs, and Genesis Rhapsodos' style is pretty well known. The red leather is unmistakable.

Genesis narrows his eyes and then looks down at Zack's standard issue SOLDIER sword. "What are you doing?" he asks dangerously.

"Uh, well," Zack says and panics.

The kid behind him is the escaped specimen he's supposed to be bringing in. Genesis is here probably to also bring him in. But the kid is a kid. And he's obviously been drugged. And there was something about his brain?!

Genesis arches his brows.

"Um," Zack says, knowing very well that he can't stand against a SOLDIER First Class and yet not sure what else he can do. Ahh, he's screwed! "Can we talk about this?"

Genesis looks at him, at his sword, and then past him at the kid. Then he looks at Zack again. "Are you seriously pointing your sword at me to defend an escaped specimen?"

"I guess so?" Zack says helplessly. "I mean, he's just a kid, sir?"

"I'm fifteen, actually!" the kid pipes up behind him. "I'm not that much younger than you."

Zack grimaces at Genesis. "Please don't kill him. Or me," he says weakly. "That would suck. Sir."

Genesis snorts at him. "What's your name, SOLDIER Third Class?"

"It's… Zack," Zack says, wondering what he'd do if Genesis drew his sword on him. Maybe he could distract the First just enough for the kid to run to the elevators? "Zack Fair, sir."

"You have the makings of a hero, Zack Fair," the First Class says. Then he looks past Zack entirely. "Are you alright?"

… huh?

"I'm a bit cold, and I think Hojo injected me with a Mind Source," the kid says plaintively, blinking owlishly at Genesis. "Everything is going very fast, but also very slowly?"

Genesis clicks his tongue, displeased. "They do that, yes. It'll pass," he says, and with a single finger pushes Zack's sword aside. It's only then Zack registers that Genesis is holding a duffle bag in his other hand. "Come on, let's get you changed -"

"Wait," Zack says as the kid steps past him. "Wait, wait, wait - what? Do you two know each other?"

"Yes, and I will be getting him out of the building before someone less sympathetic finds him and takes him back to the labs," Genesis says, handing the bag to the kid, who shakily rummages through it for clothes. "Is that a problem, SOLDIER Third Class Zack?"

Zack sputters in a ridiculous urge to object and then shakes his head and quickly puts his sword away. "N-no, sir, no problem here!"

"You saw nothing and you know nothing," Genesis says, while the kid hastily pulls on trousers and a shirt. "Is that understood, SOLDIER?"

"Yes, sir," Zack answers.

"Good," Genesis nods and then ushers the slightly swaying kid towards the elevators, murmuring. "Come on, Chadley, let's get you out of here…"

Zack watches them go. Moments later, he's alone, feeling a bit like he'd just been run over by something fast and intangible.

… Yeah, Shinra is really not at all what he was expecting, is it?

👀

#fanfiction #ff7 #svsss #zack fair #genesis rhapsodos

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ironbatpaperturtle · 13 days

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SPECIAL #1: Part 2 of Lobotomized AU

"Hello?" the room was dim, after Charlie's whole performance of how sinners can be redeemed she found herself inside the embassy. A little call from her Dad asking her to take the role for this years 'yearly extermination meetings'

"Hello"

Charlie winced from the sudden light that engulfed the room, her gaze adjusted to a man in a led mask, horns portruding his head, clad in white, and gold robes.

"Hi" Charlie cringed at how high pitch her voice turned, clearing her throat she started again "I'm Charlie my Dad, Lucifer Morningstar, asked me to fill in for him today"

The angel tilted his head, nodding his head and leaned forward from his chair, bringing his hand out for a shake. "Nice to meet you Lucifer's spawn"

Walking forward Chalie took the hand and shook it eagerly. The intensity caused Adam's entirely arm to follow.

Good first impression Charlie.

Done with the eager handshake Charlie settled on the chair opposite of the angel. Waiting for the angels go signal.

"Let's get started shall we?"

____

"And well, it was awful! I was like, you bitch! And I know it was mean of me but she was just really mean first y'know? . . . I guess I should've just been the bigger person. But ughh"

Charlie slumped on her seat, recalling the broadcast of promoting her hotel to Katie Killjoy and her crew. Charlie barely registered the hum from her angel companion.

Okay, She might've gotten carried away, she was just supposed to propose her hotel, but well, the guy just seemed so nice y'know? And he was! He never stopped Charlie from her endless rambling, he'd even acknowledge her words by humming or asking questions.

"That seems complicated, is there a reason why she would make fun of your hotel?"

See?

Charlie broke into a grin, really, angels are so nice, she can't believe Vaggie was getting all worked up over nothing. Clearing her throat she clapped her hands to summon papers on the table. She presented one of her drawings of sinners all holding hands.

"I broadcasted a hotel that promotes sinners being redeemed!"

Silence

More silence

Anddd more silence

"A hotel that redeems sinners?" the angel sounded intrgued, well in Charlie's opinion he sounded intrigued, maybe he's just shocked. He was holding his chin with his hand, that was obviously a sign that someone was intrigued. . . right?

Gosh she desperately needed for him not to turn his nose and laugh at her.

"Before we talk about this hotel of yours I'd like to inform you that with the recent increase in deaths on Earth, along with the deaths favoring hell, we decided to increase the Extermination in 6 months"

"What?!" the fuck

"Now, lets talk about this hotel of yours"

"Wait! 6 months? buh - but the extermination was just a week ago!"

It was too early, 6 months? What's next? 3 months? Until what? They visit everyday month? These sinners are her people, he can't just decide what to do whenever he pleases.

"The other Seraphim's in charge of this whole extermination decided this. I hope you understand that before I do anything it should be under the jurisdiction of the ones above me" the angel explained, his voice solemn

"I understand these are your people. However, there are atleast 8 billion people on Earth" to demonstrate he projected a hologram of Earth onto his palm. Charlie gasped as she watch him stream countless scenes of humans dying.

A man getting shot by the police, a woman getting murdered by a group of men, a family getting ran over by a drunk driver, each example more gruesome the last.

"There doesn't go a second where someone doesn't die. And sadly, most of them arrive at Hell's doorstep rather than Heaven"

He closed the holographic projection of Earth and the countless deaths. Returning to his neutral stance, right hand over the left, puffed chest and shoulder's squared.

Charlie took a moment to absorb the angel's words, a profound sadness and helplesness settling upon her. Before Charlie can give a rebuttal the angel raised his right hand.

"Even if you are the princess of Hell. We cannot just stop the extermination, your father himself agreed to this deal."

Charlie watched in anticipation as the man stood up, walking towards her, stopping too take one of her drawings. He silently inspected it before putting it back down.

"Lets say we stop the extermination, what then? What if no one wants to attend your hotel? What if stopping the extermination causes too much problems not only for heaven but your economy here in Hell, dont forget, sinners aren't your only priority, you have a duty to the Imps here in Pride"

Ouch

"Best case scenario, you were able to redeem a sinner, what makes you think it won't take years? This doesn't provide balance."

Charlie didn't know why, but suddenly her nose was itchy, the room was stuffy and her throat was clogging up.

____

"How was--Honey? What's wrong?"

"They decided to move the extermination to 6 months" ____

The air was heavy with anticipation, Lucifer stopped the shakiness of his hand by shaking it forcefully. Bent over, tongue poking out in concentration he failed to notice the portal that opened in his room.

"C'mon" he ground out, frustration at the brim of his fingertips

A propeller hat, mere inches away from a rubber ducks head. Just as he was about to attach it a mop of brown hair found itself on his shoulder. Startled by the unexpected presence and the weight of the head on his shoulder, Lucifer's hand froze mid-motion. He straightened up abruptly, his eyes widening in surprise as he turned to face the mysterious figure.

"Adam?"

"Hello"

"Wha-What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked, settling the rubber back down, facing the angel that still had his head on his shoulder. The red light from his room only made the countless piercings on teh angels face shine.

"The meeting"

The meeting?

"Didn't I send Charlie there?"

The angel just gave what Lucifer assumes is a faint smile, "Did you know she proposed a hotel to me? A hotel that redeems sinners"

The angel finally stepped away from the devil, with his powers he arranged the countless rubber ducks into a mattress, where he proceeding lay down.

The devil's eyebrows shot up in surprise. A hotel that redeems sinners? So she's still on about that.

"The idea was absurd, but I was willing to provide a compromise, sadly she ran away crying before I could propose it"

"Crying?!" Lucifer bellowed, his voice echoing with a mix of voices. His eyes blazed with fiery intensity as he locked his gaze on the angel before him. Laying on his stomach, head resting on his crossed arms.

Adam, seemingly unfazed by Lucifer's outburst, turned his attention to the melting rubber ducks, his expression one of detached interest. The sight seemed to aggravate Lucifer further, struggling to contain his emotions.

"How dare you! You come at me! At my house! You made Charlie cry!" Adam's gaze shifted back to Lucifer, emotionless eyes that contradicts the angels beautiful appearance. He spoke calmly, his voice a stark contrast to Lucifer's seething anger.

"Thats why I came to you" Adam said, voice measured "as I stated, she cried before I could give her hotel a shot"

Lucifer's demonic features flickered in confusion. Adam mentally noted the recent rubber duck behind Lucifer melting from the sheer heat.

Adam continued "This is a great opportunity for you to tell your daughter that you made me, the head exorcist, watch over the hotel and it's progress for the next 6 months. No, we won't stop the extermination, but we won't target the ones inside the hotel, a simple compromise right?"

"Don't you want your daughter to trust you? This'll be a great time to prove that your a great father" Lucifer's anger simmered, his expression softening ever so slightly as he absorbed Adam's words. He eyed the countless pictures of his daughter, from her rebellious emo phase to her prom night.

The weight of Adam's words sank in, stirring a yearning within Lucifer to repair the fractured bond with his daughter. The memories served as a reminder of the love he held for her, buried beneath layers of darkness, his only light even when Lilith disappeared.

Lucifer's demon form vanished, he dragged his feet towards the angel who was still laying on the duck mattress. Adam noting this, silently moved to create space.

Unceremoniously plopping down Lucifer noted how comfy the mattress was.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Why not?"

Normally Lucifer would question that, but he was sleepy, Adam's cool body temperature mixing with Lucifer's abnormally high body temperature felt comforting. Lucifer barely registered how he took the angel by the waist and buried his face on the mans chest.

So fluffy and cold.

If Lucifer dreams hard enough he can imagine it to be Lilith. ____ 1

#adamsapple #OK #SO #AS YALL PROBS NOTICED ADAM DOESNT HAVE LIKE INTERNAL MONOLUGES HERE??#But that's kinda what I want #also I've noticed that when I write I'm more of a dialogue girly #I've been trying my best to be more descriptive #I hope yall have fun with this special :3 #LobotomizedAU #It's so wild that when I made this AU I only had 10 followers and now I have a hundred #I'd like to think that it's because of this AU but I know its cause of the Time travel one LMAOOO #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer morningstar

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bas-writes · 2 months

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your blind date is waiting for you...

A suitor is awaiting for @zimzalabimmmmm who as their dream date wanted to visit an interactive. I hope you will spend lovely time together!

gender neutral reader | ~900 words | modern AU

The opening of the new science museum attracted a crowd far bigger than you expected. You thought you were ready, but the sight of the queue wrapped all around the building exceeded the most graphic of your worries. Well, it was pronounced the biggest event your city prepared for this year, the museum alone was under construction for the past few years and the media widely acclaimed it as the most modern one in the country, if not straight up one of the most modern in the whole world.

The atmosphere of excitement was thick and attracted thousands, now patiently waiting in the queue and waiting for the holy throughput to grace them with entrance.

Sabo hasn't lost even an ounce of his enthusiasm, not at the sight of the wild crowds, not through the three hours that took you two to finally enter the exhibition. From the very beginning he seemed to be even more pumped about the whole trip than you-and it was your idea in the first place. You haven't pegged him as someone who's interested in natural science, with his great passion for political science and phd in law studies in works, but at this point of your promisingly blooming relationship nothing about him can truly surprise you, not anymore. Through those few months since you ran into each other in a library, he showed you so many faces that you already forgot what was the first impression you got about him.

It's hard to maneuver in a crowd like this but Sabo, with the impact of his almost 190cm, finds a way to plough through it, to wherever you point. He's holding your hand-well, rather wrapping fingers around your wrist-and playing the foreguard against the mass of people relentlessly pushing on the two of you. His smile and excited gleam in his eyes don't fade even for a second. In that matter, he's like the children frolicking around and exploring the possibilities of interactive exhibition to their fullest, no matter the inconveniences and despite their parents' exhaustion.

With your golden retriever date by your side, you're understanding the patient pain of crowd-fatigued adults.

You still have a lot of your own enthusiasm, though, so you let Sabo pull you around, from one screen to another, under the streams of LED, between the machines (and you both have to play with every single one of them), through the smoke, the music and optic illusions and holograms. He stops for a sip of water, for a sneaky photo of you as you're engrossed by yet another wonder of the museum, to brush invisible dust from your cheek and to fix your hair. Your heart gets lost in its beat whenever he nears close but doesn't quite skip it as he's already pulling you further, for more, no crumb of patience nor sense of rest left in this man.

Fate (signed with your own words) wanted it to be your first romantic date and the deeper dive you take into it, the less it has in common with anything that could count as romance. Thoughts you planned to reveal, emotions you wanted to offer together with your heart right on a silver plate, get swallowed by the ecstatic commotion and pushed tight to the back of your mind. Sabo is as playful and affectionate as always but his intentions, despite all those sweet gestures and stolen seconds, blur as well. Whatever has already been born between the two of you has been corrupted by the museum, no place nor time to salvage the tension that has built during the hours of waiting, filled with playful banter and shameless flirting.

Or so you think until the route leads you towards the last big exhibition, the biggest in the whole museum. It's spacious and dark, no light with exception of holographic models of constellations over your heads. The atmosphere enforces calm and silence, even the excited chirping of children shimmers down to a whisper. For the first time for what seems to be an eternity you can catch a full breath-and you sigh audibly, suddenly feeling the weight of hours of light and noise.

A hand still wrapped around your wrist pulls you for the last time, towards a cozy nook between a pillar and wall, where the sights and experience diverge from the standard at the middle of the room-but there's no one to bump into you two and disturb the much needed rest.

You want to lean against the wall but your back meets Sabo's chest instead. You feel the vibration of his soft chuckle, then his arms wrap around and squeeze you tight, with support and voracity. A bold move for the first proper date-but it suits him and the atmosphere, so you just let yourself soak in it. It's too comfy to think of an alternative-and you're too tired to banter for freedom anyway.

"You fit here so well," from so close, words spoken right into your ear, Sabo's voice is much softer and smoother. His warm and moist breath makes every little hair on the back of your neck stand with anticipation-and your own breath stutters under the rapid change of your heart's rhythm. "Are you okay? You're running so hot."

You can't find an answer that would satisfy you-but even if you had it, Sabo wouldn't let you speak.

In the thick, pleasantly tense silence, under the holographic stars, his hand wanders to your chin and cups your chin, his thumb affectionately brushing your lips before he catches them with a sweet but breathtaking kiss.

#sabo x reader #sabo x y/n #sabo x you #sabo imagine #op x reader #op x you #op x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #bas writes #op #sabo #blind dates #gender neutral reader

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 8 months

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Yandere V + H: Kyoya Ootori

He’s used to playing second fiddle

Letting his smarts be used to satisfy the dreams of ‘a larger than life villain’

"Watch them run! They don't even know about the side-effect that comes with it!"

"Well dear they do now. I suggest we begin our escape."

"Right...how are we exiting today...again?"

"By boat, dear."

But that’s what makes you special

You’re well aware that the true villain is he

You’re nothing more than the presenter to his genius

And he couldn’t be happier

Granted you can’t exactly disconnect from him

But tomahto, tohmato you get to to be a villain don’t you

Than there’s no reason for you to try and separate:

“W-wait is this the rumored invention that’ll give those big wigs even more money?!”

Kyoya looked up from his workstation, stopping his holographic modeling. He spotted the scuffed up nature of your costume, focusing back on his invention when he saw no injuries.

“Apparently so.”

Your fists clenched at your side as you fought the building frustration. But you stood your ground stomping up the hovering steps to his glowing work space. Hands on your hips you tried to garner his attention from behind his spread of monitors.

“You know that’s completely off brand, right!? Equilizor has always been about helping the little guy!”

He didn’t look at you, continuing to press at the screen.

“And?”

“And? And what? They’re the enemies here, why should we help them? Unless this is a ploy to wipe them all out I say we terminate the project!”

He smiled to himself still keeping his gaze glued to the bright blue screens running a tentative tongue over his lip.

“Right…and how would you go about doing that?”

“Who knows, i might just stop being the Equilizor.”

His hands stopped at that. Letting the hum of the monitors fill the silence of the room. He was looking at you, the reflections of his spectacles showing a protesting you. He let the hologram fizzle out, putting his hands on the steel surface of his desk.

“Oh, will you?”

“Yeah.”

He tapped his fingers against the table returning your stare with one of his own. Before leaning back in his chair, carding his hands together barely hiding his irritated smirk.

“Than try it. Go ahead.”

His tone was mocking as he shrugged at you. You pouted at the lack of response, staring into his eyes to test his resolve. Seeing that he wasn’t showing any reaction at all you would do just that. You immediately began flinging off your gloves, your utility belt, and you would have done the same with your mask only stopping when you looked at Kyoya again. Menacing and maniacal the smile wasn’t one of happiness.

“Sure sure go ahead (Y/n). Quit being the equilizor because then you’ll be an average citizen.”

You went to pull off your mask.

“An average. Worthless citizen that has nothing on the Equilizor’s henchman now villain doing whatever he pleases.”

“A-are you threatening me!?”

You stepped forward barely backing up in time to avoid Kyoya snapping up to stand over you. Smiling with closed eyes, using the leverage of the steps to force you to stumble downwards.

“I’m not threatening you (Y/n). I’m informing you of what may happen if my favorite partner decides to skip out on me, things will get really confusing.”

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specialagentlokitty · 2 months

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13th doctor x reader - when I look at you

I was wondering if you could please do 2024 prompt #3 with the 13th doctor, if you still write for her? - Anon 💜

3 : “He/she/they carry more anger and pain then the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. He/she/they walked through hell a thousand times.” “Why are you telling me this?” “Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in his/her’s/their eyes is when he/she/they saw you.”

Grinning a little bit, you wondered over to one of the alien market stalls, looking at all the strange objects that they were selling.

“What’s this?” You asked.

The being behind the stall smiled at you, picking up the object you pointed to.

“It allows you to find whatever is on your mind, created a hologram map to it.”

“Oh awesome! This is going to help me find the doctor so much easier.”

“You’re friends with the doctor?”

You nodded your head and grinned sheepishly.

“It’s actually why I’m buying it, I have no clue where she went. How much is it?”

The alien smiled a little bit, holding their hands out to you and you held your hands, letting them pass you the bracelet.

“A friend of the doctor is a friend of me. The doctor saved me and many of my people, gave us a home here.”

You smiled softly.

“Yeah.. yeah she’s a good person..” you whispered.

You pressed a button on the bracelet and thought about the doctor, looking at the holographic map that showed she wasn’t all that far from you.

The alien came to stand next to you as you looked around trying to find her, and finally your eyes settled on her just down the street looking at something.

Apparently she had already found you because after a few seconds of looking at her she looked up and beamed brightly at you, holding up her hand, telling you to stay there so you nodded.

You let go of the bracelet and lowered your hand, putting your hands into the pockets of the hoodie you had taken from the doctor a while back.

The doctor got something and she ran over to you, nearly tripping over her own two feet as she came barrelling to a stop.

“I have a surprise for you! Close your eyes!”

You did as she said and you felt her take one of your hands, pressing something into your palm.

“Open them!”

She was beaming with pure happiness like always when she found something to show you, and you looked at the necklace she placed in your hand.

It was shaped like a star, and the middle of it was almost impossibly bright, but it didn’t hurt to look at.

“Wow… it’s so beautiful…” you whispered.

“A long time ago they learned how to harness the light from suns, turn them into jewellery and they’ve fast become popular all over the universe.” The doctor explained.

“Why?”

She took the necklace from you, standing behind you so she could put it around your neck.

“Well, in a lot of cultures it’s a sign that you’re spoken for, others it’s a way for somebody to say they love you.”

You smiled softly, watching as she walked around you.

“Then why do I have it?”

She just grinned brightly at you, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles before she beamed at the alien next to you, speaking in a language you couldn’t understand.

The TARDIS was great at translating but you soon learned that when the doctor was saying something that the TARDIS decided you weren’t allowed to her then you wouldn’t be offered translation.

Usually it revolved around you, something being said about you, nothing bad, always good things, it was the TARDIS respecting the doctors wishes to keep things a surprise.

So, you just stood there happily watching her, every so often catching her glancing at you, giving you the warmest smile possibly before turning to her old friend.

Finally the doctor turned to you and she walked over, kissing your cheek.

“Will you wait here? I’ll be just a few moments I’ve got to run an errand.”

“Of course I will, be safe.”

The doctor smiled ever so gently at you and she jogged away, and you turned back to the alien you were stood with.

They were watching the doctor jog away when they spoke.

“She carries more anger and pain than the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. She walked through hell a thousand times.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.

“Why are you telling me this?”

The alien turned to you and they smiled slightly.

“Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in her eyes is when she saw you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. The doctor looks at you and it’s as if she has just watched the stars being made for the very first time, as if the whole beauty of the universe itself resides within you.”

You looked away shyly.

“I didn’t realise…”

“The doctor loves you wholly with both hearts, I can see that as clear as day, and perhaps, when you feel the time is right, you should act upon the love you have in return, I promise your advances will not be rejected.”

You thought about what they had said.

You and the doctor had always had this one and off kind of situation, you held hands, often she would kiss your cheek or knuckles, and she was insistent on giving you beautiful gifts.

You in return gave her your favourite hoodies to wear if you had to stay at earth for a while, you would always call her every night to tell her about your day and listen to her talk about hers.

You had never seen anybody during this time, and you couldn’t deny how you felt about the doctor.

As the doctor came back and you both made your way back to the TARDIS you were deep in thought.

You didn’t even realise the doctor was in front of you until you felt her hand gently touch the side of your face, and you snapped your eyes to her.

She had her brows furrowed, eyes full of concern.

“Is everything okay…? Did I do something to upset you…?” She whispered.

You didn’t think.

This whole time you had been hesitating, and you didn’t want to hesitate anymore.

You reached up, cradling her face and you leant forward.

The doctor didn’t waste any time in meeting you halfway, connecting her lips with yours, her hand moving to the back of your head as she stepped closer.

You smiled into the kiss and she did the same thing, placing her other hand on your waist, and finally she pulled away.

“Wow… okay.. that was.. wow..” she breathed.

You laughed softly, and she grinned.

“Do it again.”

You leant forward to quickly kiss her again before pulling away.

“Doctor the TARDIS stopped I need to go home.”

“Wait!”

You stopped at the door, and turned to look at her.

“I want another.” She beamed

You laughed, leaving the TARDIS and she was right behind you.

“Kiss me again! Please!”

You had to turned away to hide your laughter, and seeing your little grin made the doctor grin even more as she followed you into your house.

You stopped in the hallway to look through your post, and she moved in front of you, moving your arms so she could stand under them, letting you wrap your arms around her shoulders while she wrapped her around your waist, resting her head against yours.

Finally you set your post down, placing your hands on her back, burying your face into her neck.

“Doctor?” You whispered.

She hummed a little bit.

“I love you too…”

She held you a little tighter, beaming brightly with that little twinkle she had in her eyes every single time she looked at you

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madixkiwi · 11 months

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Pressure (Chapter 1)

Miguel O'Hara x Reader (fem)

Word Count: 1.3k

Description: Miguel and Y/N are in an established relationship. As the events of "Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse" gradually unfold, conflict arises between the couple. Miguel is a complicated man with the fate of the multiverse riding on his shoulders. Y/N is a Spider-Society technician with a big heart and strong morals.

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News of the Renaissance Vulture’s appearance in Earth-65 spread rapidly throughout Spider-Society. Miguel was busy watching over his monitors when Lyla was made aware of the situation, prompting her to interrupt his focus. She casually informed Miguel about the anomaly, and he immediately abandoned his post to take care of the problem.

“Wait, are you really planning on tackling this on your own?” Lyla asked with a faux sense of curiosity. Miguel would have ignored her as he marched down the hall towards the Go Home Machine if it weren’t for her unwavering persistence.

“I’ve handled worse on my own before,” he huffed.

“Okayyy, just don’t be scared to call for backup.”

Miguel shook his head in annoyance. When he arrived at the control room of the Go Home Machine, the doors opened to reveal the two people he needed to address before heading out. Spider-Byte sat in front of the control panel, testing out holographic filters that added virtual flowers in her hair and hearts floating around her face. Beside her stood Y/N, carelessly laughing as Margo selected a filter that turned her hair green. The two girls paused what they were doing as soon as Miguel walked into the room. Margo quickly shut off the hologram and giggled awkwardly while Y/N stiffened and straightened her posture.

“Oh, hey Miguel,” she murmured.

“Ay, Dios mio,” Miguel whispered under his breath. He closed his eyes and sighed, deciding not to comment on what he just witnessed. “Lyla’s detected an anomaly on Earth-65, so I’m going to go take care of it. Have the Go Home Machine ready when I get back so we can send it back where it belongs as soon as possible.”

“Roger that,” Margo said.

Y/N nodded in agreement, flashing Miguel a sheepish grin. “You got it. We’ll have everything ready when you get back.”

Although his sharp features remained rigid, Y/N recognized the affection for her in his gaze as his eyes slightly softened. The pair had been together for years, even before Miguel had become the Spider-Man of Earth-2099. They remained friends for a while until Miguel began the Spider-Society, for their platonic relationship quickly blossomed into romance after he allowed Y/N to join the team as a technician. Miguel’s dedication to his job often prevented him from properly expressing his adoration for his partner, though Y/N was content in knowing that his walls always came tumbling down after a hard day’s work had concluded.

Without wasting any time Miguel entered the proper coordinates on his watch and opened a portal to Earth-65. “Time me,” he said as he pulled his mask over his face. “I’ll be back before dinner.” And with that he launched himself through the portal.

Lyla stayed behind for a moment, popping up between Margo and Y/N. “Hey guys, can you tell Jess about this before Miguel asks me to call for her later?”

“You don’t think he can handle this on his own?” Margo questioned.

Lyla shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

The A.I. then disappeared as the portal in the middle of the room closed, leaving Y/N and Margo alone again. Y/N hummed as she began writing a message to Jess, informing her about the situation in case Miguel needed her help later on. Margo pulled up a timer and started the count as Miguel requested.

“Do you think he’ll actually make it back in time for dinner? That’s in half an hour.”

“I guess we’ll find out soon.”

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Miguel had actually returned five minutes later than he had anticipated, though he appeared in the control room with a Vulture, Jess, and another Spider-Person in tow. Confusion overtook Y/N’s features as she peered at the anomaly that looked as if he had come straight out of someone’s sketchbook. “You’re late,” she teased, crossing her arms and turning her attention to Miguel.

He tossed the Vulture directly onto the Go Home Machine’s platform, and Margo began to run the sequence that would return him to his correct universe. Miguel then pulled off his mask before walking over to Y/N. “I know, I know. This one’s on me. I guess I-”

“Bit off more than you could chew?” Jess smirked from across the room. The new Spider-Person hesitantly lingered beside her.

“Yeah, I did.” Miguel’s lips formed into a frown, visibly disappointed in himself.

Y/N noticed the shift in his demeanor and decided to change the subject. “So,” She turned towards the girl in the white costume. “Who’s the new recruit?”

The new kid practically jumped as soon as they were mentioned. “Go on,” Jess encouraged them with a caring smile. “Why don’t you tell us all who you are?”

There was a brief moment of silence before they spoke up. “My name is Gwen Stacey. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and it gave me superpowers.”

“Welcome to the club.” Miguel responded.

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Y/N had been assigned the job of taking Gwen on a tour of Spider-Society after Miguel took her in. She introduced Gwen to all of the different Spiders while showing her around the building, simultaneously learning more about Gwen in the process. By the end of the day the pair had grown fond of each other.

When night finally fell upon Nueva York, Y/N showed Gwen to her room and clocked out of work for the day. She made her way back to the apartment she shared with Miguel, finding it empty. The sight of a vacant apartment was one that Y/N knew well. She almost always made it home before her partner. She showered before laying down for bed. Miguel didn’t arrive home until three hours after Y/N had fallen asleep.

The disturbance of Miguel crawling into bed while Y/N was sleeping never failed to wake her, though she happily embraced the moments when she would open her eyes and see Miguel staring down at her. Tonight she noticed that he was especially tense. He brushed the hair out of her face and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Mi amor,” he grumbled sweetly.

Y/N smiled with bliss. “Hey.” She turned over and stretched out her arms. Miguel reached out and wrapped his arms around her torso, melting into the warmth of her body as she buried her face against his neck. As she brought her arms around him in a gentle embrace, she could clearly feel the tension that he carried in his shoulders.

“How was work today?” She whispered against his skin. Her words came out groggy since they were laced with sleep.

Miguel sighed. “Luckily today’s anomaly didn’t cause much trouble. He didn’t disrupt the canon, and only managed to destroy a museum.”

“Oh, that’s all?” Y/N giggled. “Is that why you took so long to wrap things up?”

“Running into Gwen set us back. I wasn’t planning on bringing her to headquarters, but Jess was insistent.”

“Gwen told me about what happened. You did the right thing, bringing her to Spider-Society.”

Miguel hummed.

“Is that what’s got you so stressed?”

“Stressed?”

“I can feel it in your muscles, and I can see it, too. You’ve been so stiff lately. What’s going on?”

Miguel’s arms tightened around Y/N’s body. She felt his racing heartbeat thud against her chest. “It’s nothing, just an anomaly we’ve yet to catch.”

“Nothing, hm?”

“It’s nothing, okay? I promise.”

Y/N wasn’t convinced, but she was too tired to challenge Miguel’s claim. She yawned and snuggled her head against his body instead of arguing. Miguel yawned as well, his pearly fangs glistening in the moonlight that slivered through the bedroom window. He gave Y/N another kiss on the forehead upon realizing she was slowly drifting to sleep.

“Goodnight, princesa.”

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you, too. Sweet dreams.”

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cloverdaisies · 6 months

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HOW TO BUILD PERFECT HUMANS

lee sangyeon (cyberpunk) au

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➸ description: somewhere in the future, undercover agents are trailing the government creation of microchips, inserted into the human brain to collect information in order create a generation of ai that will infiltrate and eventually eliminate all need for the last survivors of the human race. time is ticking…

➸ genre: sci-fi, cyberpunk, action, unexpected romance, mildly suggestive at times.

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➸ word count: 2.3k+

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➸ tws: violence! mentions of blood!

➸ member: agent!sangyeon x scientist! reader

♫ THIS WORLD - ATEEZ PLAYING DISTANTLY ♫

Have you ever wondered how to build the perfect human? Perhaps in the future this will be the new normal, microchips for humans, technology that wanders slightly too far down the uncanny valley, maybe even your pet dog will be replaced by a hologram. In this world this the reality. However, there is still good in the world, the last survivors of the apocalypse want their lives back.

SMASH!

The shrieking of glass shattering as the wind breezed through the back of a man’s jacket, falling gracefully from a 45 story building as the world buzzed around him, tearing off the suit he’d worn as a disguise. Security alarms screamed in the background as he slid a small mechanical device into his pocket. Landing with two feet on the ground, the feather falling device strapped to his ankles allowing him to hover to the ground gently.

“Another piece of evidence collected, delta. Over.” He held his palm over the winged ear piece in his ear, waiting for a response from the team controlling the mission, speeding away on the electric motorcycle he’d parked in an alleyway beside the building before anyone could trail him.

Sangyeon was probably the companies most competent agent, with equal intelligence and equal agility. He was a spy at times, some sort of ninja at others. He was richly adored by the women and men of the company due to his good looks and charm. He was closely watched at all times, to preserve his useful nature from danger or threat. Standing at the top of the agent food chain, he wore all black at all times, an unsuspecting item of headwear, ranging from motorcycle helmets to even stupid sunglasses that would profile everyone he passed that day.

“Hm, looks like you found another piece of the puzzle, delta.” You smile proudly at the man, lifting the digital helmet that was enclosed around his skull. He shook his head, revealing his messy hair that was only 2 or three shades darker than his sweet honey skin as he arrived in the base’s lab.

You had to admit, the way the suit he wore hugged his figure was probably one of the most attractive things you’ve made of a man. You’d designed his suit for him, every dimension of the suit was measured by you, built to blend in with everything he encountered. It hugged his biceps and wrapped his torso perfectly.

“What is it? It’s not one of the typical syringe mechanisms.” He observed the piece, handing the small card to you, flinching as it folded into an even smaller piece upon your touch.

“Well you know how a sim card works? For your hollophone, it’s just like that. This seems to be a device that can enter the brain straight through the ear canal, what’s scary about it, this device can be inserted without anyone noticing.” You present him a holographic demonstration, the white outline of a holographic human appearing as you slot the piece into the ear canal, watching lines wrap around the brain marking points and learning information.

“That’s terrifying.” He walked a circle around the lab table, observing the demonstration and then looking at you with a serious gaze as you closed the tab, the device falling to the table. “There could be thousands of these and we’d have no idea.”

“Luckily it seems like you’ve found a prototype. I doubt these are ready for full circulation yet. Considering the information it can learn is only basic level compared to the syringes.” You reassure the man, folding your arms over your lab coat and watching as the device was lasered under the table, destroying the feeble piece of technology immediately. “And, they seem to break pretty easily, one bit of head trauma and the occupier's brain would be fried meat.”

“I’m sure your next mission will be putting a stop to this line of production.” You sighed, looking over the boy whose life seemed to be always in danger being chased by government officials.

—-🏍️—- A FEW HOURS EARLIER

“I’m telling you y/n. we’re running out of agents there’s no one else who could complete this mission but you. We simply don’t have the intelligence.” The head of the companies son looked at you with a voice of genuine concern, his eyes glinting in fear of their mission falling to pieces.

You were a lab technician, a developer, a philosopher of science, not an agent, not anyone capable of the stunts performed by the professionals that were amongst the companies agents such as Sangyeon Lee, delta.

“I don’t think I can, Younghoon. It’s too risky.” You bit your lip in anxiety, tearing the skin on the inside. As you thought through the idea and all the possible horrendous outcomes.

“Listen, it’s one mission. Sangyeon will be with you, I just need the intelligence, we have back up available. If you don’t pull through with this, the world will be over.” Not attempting to guilt trip you in anyway, Younghoon was simply stating what was true. If you didn’t sneak into the production lines of this human sim card, the world would be over.

“I’ll think about it, give me 12 hours.” If there wasn’t such a time crunch you would have said a few days, but you didn’t have that much time. That’s how fast technology moves now, in a world with no laws.

—-🏍️—-

Sangyeon peered over at you curiously, wondering what was on your mind as you paced the lab moving misplaced items and storing them away - your eyes black in deep thought, the wings of the headphones you wore frowning making it clear you were sad.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, stepping behind a screen to change into regular clothes watching as you went to turn around but quickly turned back as you saw the bare top of his built shoulders.

“Younghoon asked me to do a mission.” You fiddled with the microscope on the counter, facing the wall for his privacy, even though he didn’t care at all at who was looking at him.

“Well, do it. After all, we don’t have enough intelligence left.” He simply shrugged off the worries, in his mind, you were completely competent enough to do the assignment and couldn’t understand your stress.

“Well, it’s not that simple. I’ll get myself killed. I’m not trained enough.” You turned around as the screen disappeared, Sangyeon now dressed in parachute bottoms and a well fitted black shirt leaned over the counter looking at you dubiously.

“Wellll, let’s start now. Here’s a gun.” He pulled a gun out of thin air making you flinch with sudden action as he smirked thinking of how adorable your reaction was.

“Absolutely not.” Your eyes widened, the wings of your ear piece sparking up in shock, as he chuckled to himself deviously.

“Well you’re gonna have to.” He smiled, asking you to hold out your palm as you accepted it, clutching it and being careful only to hover over the trigger gently.

He opened a target, a digital hologram of a human outline with a white sphere revolving in its chest where the heart was located. You got nervous as he placed himself behind you, feeling his breath over your neck as he leaned his arms over yours, placing his palms over your hand and correcting the posture.

“You want to close one eye to get the aim right, I’m sure you know those basics. Now, focus on the point and shoot.” With his words you made the shot, him not moving away from you for support as the sphere exploded and the target cleared.

The next hologram was a moving target, Sangyeon guided you to follow its movements but all you could think was how sensational his breath felt over your neck, how masculine his scent was and how strong his arms felt as they rested over yours.

Despite this, you followed the target, managing to land a critical hit on the hologram as it lit up green and cleared.

“You’re a natural, you’ll be fine y/n. I’ll be standing next to you the entire time.” He reassured you with a sweet smile, you smiled back being sure not to make eye contact as you recovered from his movements.

—-🏍️—-

The day of the mission had arrived, Younghoon was beyond relieved that you’d agreed, as he briefed the idea to you and Sangyeon. In this post apocalyptic world, it was up to you two to save the remaining members of society from being wiped out completely, and the pressure was certainly high.

You were about to set off, Sangyeon threw you a helmet, the piece of technology folding out as you brought it over your head. As you got on the back of his motorcycle, Younghoon stepped out and wished you well on the mission - being one of the most risky ones yet.

“Sangyeon I’m scared, I can’t lie.” You wrapped your arms around his torso cautiously, the anxiety soon to get the better of you.

“That’s not like you, y/n. I’m right beside you the entire time. We’ll do this and the world will return to normal. It’s delta for now too, you got that?” He chuckled, trying to make light of the situation. Tightening your grip around his waist before setting off into the night.

♫ STANDING NEXT TO YOU - JUNGKOOK PLAYING QUIETLY IN THE BACKGROUND ♫

The wind breezed past you both, the city lit up with dimly lit neon lights as you surpassed the highway to your destination. It was a skyscraper, surely more than 70 stories high, virtually not lit at all, disguised as a hotel but secretly a government base located on the higher floors.

“The floor we’re looking for is 62, it’s not accessible via the elevator and it would be too suspicious to enter through the main doors of the stairwell. So we will have to enter through the vent system located on floor 63 and go below.” Sangyeon’s stern briefing made you even more nervous than before, as you entered the elevator checking in your reservation to not make a scene on the lobby surveillance - disguising yourselves as a couple, checking into their hotel room for the night.

“Enjoy your stay.” The lady behind the counter wasn’t a real lady, but a piece of uncanny valley ai specialized to organize reservations no emotion or feeling behind it, however if you didn’t complete this mission, that would soon change.

Floor 63 had plenty of surveillance and if you were going to cut it, you had to be quick to destroy access to the programming and leave. There were currently no workers on the lower floors to your knowledge, however there was ai security designed to kill intruders at any cost.

“We can’t do this in time.” Sangyeon observed, moving one of the ceiling tiles, as you crawled through the ventilation system closely behind him. “There’s too much to do at such a high chance of risk.”

“Then what do we do?” You asked, panicking at his sudden change of mind as you peered down at the security bots pacing the lab floor.

“I’ll take out the bots, you grab the programme key and get into the database to shut everything down. Since you can get past the encryption. Then we set the floor a light.” He simply made a plan B on the spot, which he was known for doing, he did get told off for doing so but he always succeeded.

“I can but it will take a long time. What about the innocent people on the upper floors?” You asked thinking about the hotel guests

“I’ve got time, and there isn’t anyone on the top floors, there’s barely any of us left y/n. They’ve had 3 reservations today all on lower floors, the fire alarms are sure to go off.” He said this quickly, before springing to the floor taking cover from the bullets of the security bots and shooting their equipment out.

You carried out with your side of the mission, connecting yourself to harness and lowering down into the computer side of the base. A man with glasses turned around, working overtime on the sim project eyes wide as you pulled out a weapon and shot him down in his tracks.

You took over the computer as he was still logged in things were made simpler and you began deleting files. The database soon caught on however it was too late. You’d killed all the files containing research on the sim, before grabbing all the cases of sims stored in the cupboards and stuffing them into a duffel bag.

Soon the fire alarm sounded, that was your cue, Sangyeon ran into the room, a grenade in hand that would set off a fire and destroy everything left in the lab. He threw a device through the window that smashed the glass, before grabbing you and throwing the grenade at the nearest wall. A sinking feeling dwelled in your stomach as he fell with you in his arms out of the 62nd story.

Everything felt as if it was in slow motion as, Sangyeon looked at you in awe, activating his feather falling device a few feet early and bringing your face closer to his. He leaned in as you followed his movements, there was a slight scratch on his face where one of the bullets from the security bots had grazed his face. You gently brought your thumb across it as he smiled, the blood wiping away as you brought your lips to his. A spark of magic in such a dark world lit a flame, as you both landed on your feet and pulled away from each others embrace.

You’d saved the world together, you and an agent you’d grown fond over the days of dread. Maybe now, the world would get better, back to how it used to be before. Even if not…

“I’ll always be standing next to you darling.” Sangyeon smiled, pulling into you into his embrace once more before you both disappeared back into the night.

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a/n: well i kind of promised ally that i would make up for killing sangyeon off in the scream au, this is my apology and i’m so proud of how this turned out !! dedicated to my wonderful ally, my first friend on this platform, thank you for everything darling 🤍 hope you enjoyed <3?

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