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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

the tension between you and miguel rises to an all-time high —a ficlet featuring a grumpy miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. fem!reader, 1k

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Miguel has asked you multiple times to leave him alone while he's working. The strike force can't run itself (or so he claims —Margo and Lyla seem plenty capable, in your eyes) and he needs time and solitude to organise the protection of canon events, and—

"Blah, blah, blah," you say, dropping your voice to a soft, teasing melody as you skirt around his frankly audaciously jacked chest.

"Don't blah, blah, blah me," Miguel says. You'd be intimidated if you weren't so happy to mess with him. "I'm not kidding around."

Okay, maybe you are intimidated. That just makes messing with him more fun.

The room he operates from, as you've so fondly monikered The Office, is in organised chaos, and much too dark. You drag a lone chair toward his control panel and set yourself down in front of all his screens and computers.

"Ooh," you hum, reaching for an unlabelled switch with a purposeful slowness.

Predictably, Miguel slams his hand over yours, yanking your chair back with an annoyed, "No."

"Come on, Miguel. What harm could I possibly do?"

"You could–"

"Topple the multiverse?" you suggest. "I've heard."

"You could turn off every member of the Society's DMW. That's what that does. Potentially endangering each of their lives by stranding them in unfamiliar dimensions, and preventing them from correcting canon events."

You feel bad for teasing him when you see the look on his face, anger and exhaustion and the slimmest allowance of defeat. It must be tough to lead the Spider-Society. Tougher to micromanage more than half of its members.

Pulling your hand from under his, you cross your arms over your stomach and give him an apologetic frown. "Sorry, Miguel."

Evidence of his sweet spot for you lines his expression, softening his sharp jaw and the stoic set of his brow. It's gone as quick as it came, and his mask falls back into place. He turns away from you as though pretending you aren't there and scans one of his holographic screens, his face glowing with a yellow-orange haze.

Miguel has to tolerate you, because you're a Spider-Girl. Though you've never called yourself that aloud, and you're not sure anyone else has, either, it's an undeniable truth. You were bitten by a radioactive spider that gave you super mutant abilities, though yours aren't as potent as others. You're not especially strong, you probably couldn't stop a bus with your bare hands, but you're smart. You haven't saved the world or anything, but you lost your Uncle Ben. You paid the toll.

Every spider person has lost someone. Miguel seems to have lost more than that.

"You know," you mumble, kicking the ground lightly to make your chair spin on its axle, "I've been thinking…"

"That's never good."

"Why do we wear our suits here?" you ask, spinning for a second time, the room moving past your eyes in flashes. "It seems performative."

"Ah, I can answer that. Some of us work when we're here."

You wrinkle your nose at his deadpan and kick the floor again, spinning so fast it makes you laugh. "What did you say? I can't hear you from your high horse– woah!"

Miguel grabs the back of your chair, bringing you to a sudden and firm stop. You blink hoping it'll assuage the dizziness between your eyes, and when it doesn't work you keel forward, muttering, "Woah, I'm gonna die."

"You won't die."

"How do you know?" you ask.

"You're under my watch, aren't you?"

"I knew you liked me," you say. "Oh, I don't feel well."

"You brought it on yourself."

You catch your breath. When you feel okay enough to stand you almost trip, and Miguel doesn't bother pretending that he had any intention of stopping you from landing flat on your face. The you before the spider bite would've wiped out. This you giggles and holds Miguel's elbow for a second while you plant your feet.

"Okay, boss-man," you ask, looking up at the unnaturally high screen he's investigating. "What are we doing today?"

"I'm supervising a task force operation on Earth-31913. You're going home."

"Miguel," you say, not sure if you want to flirt with him or piss him off. He looks incredibly pissed off already, so you choose flirtation. "Have I told you how handsome you look this evening?"

He doesn't react. His hands don't so much as shift where they're akimbo on his hips.

"You really have the most handsome eyes," you continue, weaving around his arm to stand in front of him. You have to crane your neck to see them. "Sulky. Do I really have to go home? I'd rather stay here with you."

He looks down his nose at you. "Yeah?" he asks quietly, his voice rough as hewn stone.

"Yeah," you say, taking a small step back.

"And do what?"

You mirror his stance, hands on your hips. Your suit isn't form fitting like his, doesn't showcase nearly so much lean muscle, but you like it. You'd chosen a simple black ensemble to match the spider who bit you with a pinky purple heart over your stomach. Miguel had asked about it once, just once, when you'd first met and he had no idea how much of a problem for him you were going to become.

Why there?

Why do you think? you'd asked, giving him a sticky-sweet smile.

Forget I asked.

He lifts a hand to your chin, pinching it between two deft fingers. You're lucky he isn't wearing his gloves; his claws would pierce your jaw.

"What do you want to do?" he asks, again so quietly. "If you stay?"

"I could help with the task force."

"That's what you want to do?"

You flush with heat but refuse to let him know how you're feeling. Your heart bumps against your ribs, breath caught in your throat as he tilts your head up, as he leans down.

"No," he says near your lips, "that's not it."

"I could help you?" you offer.

Something flashes in his eyes. You hesitate to call it lust. It reminds you of a cat with a mouse in it’s clutches, only his pupils are blown, black and inky and wide as dimes.

"You want to help me?" he asks, his lips an inch, half of that from yours.

You nod minutely. "Yes," you say under your breath.

His hand moves to your cheek. He leans in closer and closer, until there's a hair's width of air between his mouth and yours, the tips of your noses bent together. His breath fans over your bottom lip and it's hot. You swear you can feel his heart as his chest presses to yours. He lingers there for an endless handful of seconds, silently egging you on.

You call his bluff and refuse to close the distance.

Miguel pushes you away from him, far from cruel but certainly not sweet. "I have a tower of paperwork you can file," he says.

"Here I thought you were finally going to bite my head off," you hum. "You're a sore loser, Miguel."

"And you're my pest," he says, holding your gaze for a half-second too long. He turns away. "Lyla? Arrange the recounts from the last canon event for Spider-Girl's perusal, please."

"So you've remembered I'm here?" Lyla asks wryly.

You don't mind the paperwork. You sign each one with a winky face and a pink gel pen heart, knowing Miguel will go over them all again, and knowing he'll grow angrier and angrier with each heart.

He'll kiss you and mean it one day. You just have to play the waiting game.

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thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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sunnasweet · 26 days

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Lina and The Landlord 1 & 2

this has been on literotica for a bit now and i forgot to post it here

literotica summary: Lina’s rent is late and her landlord makes her pay.

critiques are very much appreciated

5.4k , alien x female reader

The creaky floorboards of Lina’s sector 3 apartment creaked under her anxious footsteps.

Pacing back and forth while checking her comm for the umpteenth time, Lina’s eyes glazed over as she scanned through her late rent notice. The summary? Pay or get out.

Lina glanced at the holographic clock on her wall nervously, soon enough her landlord would be here to either get his credits or tell her she had a couple of weeks to pack up and leave. Lina didn’t have the credits to pay rent and she definitely didn’t have the credits to move. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Her only option was to try to appeal to his hearts and beg him for an extension on her rent.

The trouble was, her landlord was a slumlord asshole.

Sol Sender was a cold two-hearted alien freak who nickeled and dimed her at every expense of her unit. He put the heat on a minimum during the artificial colder months and complained when her water bill was too high. This all-amenities-paid-for bullshit was exactly that considering her rent was so damn high at 400 credits per week on a Sector 3 apartment.

One unexpected system malfunction with her credit transfer later and now she was in danger of being flat on her ass in Sector 1 where the homeless lived.

Still. All of this was better than living on the radioactive hellscape that Earth was these days.

Snapped out of her thoughts, Lina heard the familiar 3 bang-knock pattern that her landlord always used and groaned.

“Coming!” she called, her voice cracking.

Lina shuffled over to the door. She looked through the peephole, taking a deep breath. There he was. Sol Sender.

She opened the door with a painful smile on her face, regarding the alien male with the tilt of her chin. “Sol, hey…” she started awkwardly.

Sol looked at Lina with a raised bushy brow, his lips were in a hard thin line making his strong chin appear more prominent. Lina tried to act unintimidated but it was hard when she was a 5’6 to his approximately 6’4. It wasn’t easy to stare at a man with confidence when you had to bend your neck to look up at him. Even without the stern look on his face, his sheer bulk made her feel like a petulant child.

He looked much like a lion and she wouldn’t be surprised to learn if he had descended from them considering the thin fur-tipped tail that was flicking back and forth behind him, the mane of black fluffy hair, and a flat wide nose.

Luckily his teeth were as blunt as Lina’s. She nearly shivered. She’d seen one too many aliens with sharp knife-like fangs.

“Rent’s due,” he said. Strict and straight. His voice had a slight growling undertone to it and she was sure he must descend from some sort of beast.

Lina winced, “Yeah…that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, why don’t you come inside?” bruskly he nodded and stepped forward. Lina opened the door wider to him and took a deep breath as he stepped inside. He seemed to be in a good mood today. She closed the door and leaned against it with an awkward smile.

“So?” He stared, looking at her expectantly. “Where’s your rent?”

She laughed nervously, “See the thing is…I don’t have the money right now.”

Sol did not look amused.

Lina’s eyes flitted to his tail, whipping back and forth quicker now. She cleared her throat, “But I can get it to you of course. I just need a bit more time, things have been kind of screwy with my paycheck recently and I was wondering if you could just give me till the end of the month?”

Sol’s slit pupiled gaze was locked onto Lina, he stared at her for a long quiet while. Before letting out a grunt and shaking his head.

“No,” he said simply.

“Uhm,” she cleared her throat, “what?”

Was he being serious? She’d been a model tenant up until now. Never made any noise, barely asked for him to come around if there was a problem, and sure he complained about the heating or water or electricity but she knew he got on everyone’s ass about that.

“I said no,” he shrugged. “If I let this go then there’s another problem next month and the month after that then I have other tenants hearing about letting this slide and they’ll think they can do it too.”

Lina rapidly blinked. She actually felt herself beginning to tear up because of this asshole. What the hell was his problem? Had he never been through an unforeseen event in his life?

“Listen, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have to.” she explains, “I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she tried to appeal to whatever soul he had deep, deep, deeep down inside. “My parents don’t live on this Station.”

Sol shook his head, “That’s not my problem. Book a hotel, go stay with a friend. If you don’t have rent for me then you’re out.” her mouth dropped open.

“How…how soon would I have to leave?” she asked nervously. He shifted on his feet shrugging, scratching his jaw.

“A week, maybe two.”

“You’re kidding.”

“This is Sector 3. I’m giving you a break, the law says I could kick you out today if I wanted to.” Lina swallowed. What kind of fucked up shit was this? Was she really about to be flat on her ass? Where would she go? She wasn’t lying, her parents don’t live in this station, and as embarrassing as it was to admit she doesn’t have any friends who would be willing to let her crash on their couch.

There was no way Lina could just accept this.

“Can’t we work something out?” she pleaded, “maybe a payment plan or…or I could owe you a favor or something.” Sol’s head tilted at that, his lip quirking up and Lina immediately wanted to back-pedal because nothing about that look on his face seemed good. It had alarm bells blaring in her head to just accept defeat and start packing.

“A favor?” he asked, his lip quirking up. His eyes gleamed as if he had been expecting this.

Her eyebrows furrowed, she nodded but her heart was beginning to pick up speed. “Y-yeah, like I could house-sit or something if you’re ever out of port or…I don’t know run you an errand.”

“No,” he smirked, looking her up and down. “I have a favor in mind.”

Lina bit her lip. What was he getting at? He couldn’t be… No. That was insane. She could take this asshole straight to court if he was implying what she thought he was. Not that she could afford it…

“Uhm. What is it?”

His smirk turned into a straight-up grin, Sol prowled towards her and she regretted putting herself up against the door. He got close enough to put both his arms on either side of her head. Caging her in, he leaned forward.

“Turn around.”

“What?”

He chuckled, “Turn around Lina.”

She shivered. No way. She shook her head.

“No.” she said weakly, “I’m not doing that. Ask for something else.”

He shrugged. “I don’t want anything else. What I want is for you to turn around and let me take off those pants that hug your tight ass.” Lina’s lips parted as air fled from her lungs. She shook her head again and he seemed undeterred. “No? Well then, maybe you should start packing.”

Lina weighed her options. Getting booted to Sector 2, maybe even 1 or a few sweaty minutes?

The answer seemed clear.

Well, fuck it. Literally.

Tentatively Lina turned around so that she was facing the door and her palms were flat on the cold metallic surface. Sol’s hands came up to cover hers, keeping her pinned there as he gently kicked at her ankles to spread her feet apart.

“Stay like this,” he grumbled.

No way was she about to have sex with her landlord right now. No way. That thought kept repeating over and over even as Lina’s yoga pants slid down her body. She lifted a foot then the other and he kicked them away.

His hand traced over her lower back then the globe of her ass and she took an inhaled breath when his fingers hooked the edge of her panties.

“Nice,” he murmured, rubbing the simple cotton, laced underwear with his thumb and forefinger. They were nothing special. Just plain black cotton, the lace made her feel more girlish but she certainly hadn’t felt sexy until about five seconds ago. Not that she should be feeling sexy, she should be feeling…humiliated, ashamed–whorish.

Instead, she was nervous, excited, and slightly aroused.

Though she would never admit it to anyone, she found Sol to be quite attractive. His mane was something she’d always wanted to run her fingers through and she was fascinated by his tail. With his physique, it looked pretty small but in comparison to herself, she could probably just barely wrap her whole hand around it. The length matched up to her leg and she often wondered what its evolutionary purpose was.

Sol grasped her hips and tugged her back so she was half bent over while her hands were placed flat on the wall. Her arousal seemed to increase. She’d never been with an alien before despite their majority population on Omega Station.

He palmed her ass with a grunt before unceremoniously pulling down her underwear. She was officially bare now, the cold air of the room kissing at her already slightly wet slit. She glanced back as he looked down between her legs.

Sol’s expression was unreadable to Lina, she had no idea what a surly man like him would be thinking looking at a human woman’s pussy. Had he been with a human before? Was he disgusted by her anatomy?

Maybe it was the hair. Lina wondered what the grooming habits of his species were. Did the women go completely hairless like most human women did? Lina didn’t do any of that. She gave herself a trim whenever things got out of hand but for the most part, she just left the hair alone down there. The one time she tried to shave, it grew back so coarse it took weeks of conditioner treatments to get herself settled back to the soft bush she was familiar with. She’d sworn off hair removal there ever since.

His hands gently petted her mound before he gruffly spoke, “Spread your legs wider.”

With a flushed face, she did.

He knelt and she exclaimed, “O-oh!” when he pressed his face directly into her pussy.

One hand held onto her thigh while the other continued to stroke through the soft tufts of her bush. She nearly lost her balance when his tongue went probing between her thighs.

His nose bumped her clit and she was having a hard time keeping herself upright in this weird semi-squatting position. His hands smoothed her down and then spread her apart. She whimpered as he teased his tongue inside her.

When Sol told Lina to turn around the last thing she expected was for him to go down on her. She had logically assumed he was going to just use her body without giving anything in return but she was absolutely bewildered by the fact that he was kneeling in front of her, sucking her clit while he groaned with desire.

Everything came to a halt in her brain when he licked a strip from her clit to her ass, she gasped in shock when he started to prod at the puckered hole.

“Ohh...no, no-” she whined, “wait! I’m not, I didn’t–” she squealed as he tongued her asshole.

Lina had never properly received oral in her life. She had one too many unenthused boyfriends that ruined the entire experience for her so when asked she usually declined but the way he was handling her like this had her going crazy. He didn’t ask, he just set to work and while that might be a problem for some people it certainly wasn’t a problem for her.

She squirmed as he held her by the thighs practically forcing her to sit on him while standing, her hands were no longer flat against the wall, she was bent over, her hands anxiously hovering over him as she was assaulted by the unfamiliar pleasure.

“Sol!” she whimpered, he groaned in response, switching back to sucking her vulva and clit. Her back arched, hips craning to angle herself just right against his tongue. Everything sounded so lewd, the wet and sloppy sounds going on between her thighs were too much for her. She squeezed her eyes closed and she mewled above him.

Soon enough she was rocking back and forth against his mouth, her mouth thinning into a strained line as she breathed hard through her nose. Her brows furrowed and her toes curled.

“Oh god.” she sobbed suddenly and that was it. The dam had exploded. She was ruthlessly riding his face until she was trying to get away from him to which he followed her while holding her in place to overstimulate her. “Sol!” she cried out once again. She practically keeled over as she squawked above him.

When he was finally done with her, he wasn’t done for long. The moment he stumbled back onto his feet he turned her around and pushed her back against the wall.

His pupils were completely dilated and her eyes widened to see that he did have fangs. Retractable ones. Aliens. Go figure. She stared at the four big canines, two on top, two on bottom.

Maybe she was scared of him having fangs so much because now that he had them she wanted to know what it would feel like if he bit her. If he broke her skin and drew blood.

She shivered, Sol pulled up her top and stared at her tits before bending over and sloppily laving against her nipples. The back of Lina’s head gently knocked against the wall as she moaned, holding her shirt up for him and pushing her chest out like she was giving an offering to him.

As he sucked on her breasts, his hands came around to grope her ass. Squeezing and massaging her.

She wanted to do something for him but she was so overwhelmed by his tending of her that she could do little more but just stand there and let her eyes roll back as she squirmed against him. She wasn’t usually a terrible lover. Perhaps he just brought out the worst in her.

Dazedly, Lina reached for the zipper of his pants and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She huffed and he bared his fangs at her which made her quiver in desire. Apparently, he didn’t want her help.

“Stay,” he growled, commanding her like a newborn puppy. She did. Happily. When he realized she wasn’t going anywhere and would keep her arms above her head without his guidance, he shoved his lips against hers and she moaned outright.

Lina felt something twist around her thigh and she was surprised to see when she pulled back that it was his tail. She looked at him panting.

“Can you control that?” she asked curiously.

He shrugged, equally out of breath. “Sometimes,” he responded bruskly.

Hot.

Finally, he took her shirt off. She breathed a sigh of contentment as her still-wet nipples hardened under the cold hair of the room.

Maybe because she was half high off her orgasm she asked, “Are you going to take your clothes off now?”

It took little begging on her part. He grabbed his shirt from the back and pulled it over his head with a grunt. Lina’s eyes greedily took in his muscular body, Sol had broad shoulders she could hang on to and a tapered waist that drew her eyes to the nice v of his pelvis peeking through his pants.

She licked her dry lips, waiting for him to remove his pants, she could already see the obvious bulge straining underneath and at this point, she had thrown caution to the wind about the implications of screwing her landlord for free rent.

Lina’s eyes went wide when Sol’s cock was freed. He was hard, curved, and most importantly to her thick.

She could already imagine his girth stretching her open, it had been a while since Lina had been fucked. At least 5 months, maybe longer.

“Where do you want me?”

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes going from top to bottom before he directed her towards the bedroom. “Come,” he coaxed, grabbing her forearm while he dragged her inside her bedroom. She let out a slight ‘oompf’ sound when he pushed her face forward onto the mattress. She crawled on top, spreading herself open for him with a pant.

She laid there on all fours, waiting for him. Wanton and ready. Maybe Lina really was a whore, but she didn’t care. At least, not right now. Not when she could feel his knuckles briefly traveling over the backs of her thighs before taking a handful of her ass.

“Mm..” he grumbled, “Already presenting for me.” her brows furrowed, she didn’t know what that meant but she didn’t think on it too long as he knelt behind her, his knees on the bed. His hands now gripping her waist. “You have a birth control implant?” he asked.

Lina nodded, arching her hips further upwards, practically begging him to stick his dick in her pussy. She was on full display for him. Too horny to think of anything but his fat cock.

“Good.” he reached forward, stroking Lina’s clit in circles and her eyes rolled back, “I want you raw,” he said lowly into her ear, it made her twitch. No one had ever talked to Lina in this way. Ever.

Slowly, he sunk into her, causing a whine to escape her throat. Lina slumped forward, head down–ass up. Inch by inch he pushed inside, deliciously stretching her just the way she had been hoping for. Her pussy sucked him in eagerly, fluttering around him already.

She looked over her shoulder to see Sol with a perfectly stoic expression, the only evidence that he was feeling something was the slight crease between his two brows as he hissed through his teeth.

“Fuuck yeah.” he groaned, rocking forward once. He pressed as deeply as he could go before slowly backing out halfway then rocked forward again. He repeated this pattern at a slow and steady pace.

Lina was done for. She was gasping and clawing at the sheets as his cock kissed her insides exactly where she needed him to. He pressed his palms on top of Lina’s hands, sinking deeper inside as he bent himself against her. Chest to back. Lina’s breasts swayed from underneath her and she could already feel an impending pressure in her abdomen.

“Sol..” she whined, rocking back against him.

He was right next to her ear, she could feel his hot breath on her neck. “Hmmm?”

“Harder.” she whimpered pathetically, “please.” she tacked on.

He groaned once more, burying his nose into her neck. Inhaling her deeply as his hips began to pump faster behind her. His hips slapped against her ass and to her delight, the fur-tipped tail began to prod at her clit, bumping against it before falling into a back-and-forth rhythm. His forearm, wrapped around her neck and pulled her further in against his chest.

They were both in a slightly awkward semi-squat/semi-kneel position but it didn’t matter because it felt amazing. Lina’s breaths were tinged with a whimpered sob every time his cock would hit a specific spot inside her and he made an effort to target it once he realized the pattern. She couldn’t take much more of this. How long until she worked off a month’s worth of rent? Would it take all night? Lina didn’t know if she could handle that.

“Ahh..” she cried out, something snapping inside her, she backed

into him furiously and he growled in hopefully delight. His face went back to her neck and she could feel his canines scraping against her delicate skin. “Mmm…yeah..” she whimpered, “Do it, fucking bite me.” she baited.

He throbbed inside her, his pace increasing and she realized she must’ve set him off in some way because as his movements had become sloppier and more unpredictable, his canines were burying deep inside her neck. She gasped, the sting of pain welling inside her but distracted by everything else going on.

Her eyes rolled back, pussy pulsating around him. Squeezing him for everything he had as her impending orgasm came closer.

Lina’s hips were rocking, and she was arching her back as far as it would go. Craning her head back, revealing more of her neck to the tongue that was currently swiping at her throat.

“Cum.” he grunted, with a growl, “milk my cock.” he ordered.

Maybe Lina had learned a new kink of hers but being ordered around like this set her over the edge, having her toes curling and eyes clenching shut as a wail escaped her throat. Her orgasm seized her, making her go completely still while she painfully clenched on the cock inside of her.

She was pinned against the bed as a roar sounded from behind her, two clawed hands digging into her hips as she was moved to fuck up and down, prolonging her orgasm.

Sol’s canines dug into Lina’s neck, causing a scream from Lina.

He began to swell inside her, and moments later she was filled with thick warm heat. She moaned weakly, collapsing against the bed as cum was pumped into her.

To her surprise, Sol did not get up, grab his things, and go once they were finished. Instead, he unmounted Lina, watching the cum drip from her twitching hole. He let out a satisfied grunt and laid down on the bed next to her. Unexpectedly taking her into his arms.

Lina was too tired to ask what he was doing and the way he was running his fingers through her hair and rubbing his cheek against hers had Lina feeling drowsy. His tail wrapped around her upper right thigh. She was sure there was still blood running down her neck.

“I’ve been waiting months to conquer you.” he gruffly spoke, Lina’s eyes momentarily fluttered open but she couldn’t speak–too tired to talk. “Now you’re all mine,” he said sternly, staring down at her as if expecting a challenge. Lina had no response to that. She had no idea what he meant but “conquer” as he rambled on, crooning into her ear how well he would take care of her while he functionally groomed her.

A rumble in his chest vibrated between them as he spoke lowly–soothing her to sleep.

Uncharacteristically he said, “Thank you for presenting me opportunity to show my worth as a mate.” he spoke softly, and nuzzled against her ear but all that was buzzing around her head was the word he had used.

Mate.

Lina’s sleepy ears perked at a particular word.

Mate.

What the hell did that mean?

“What are you talking about?” she rasped. Her eyes were opening and closing, he had really zapped–or fucked the energy out of her. “I’m not…this is just…”

Business. A mutually beneficial exchange.

Sol eyed her intensely. “Just what?” his large paw stroked up and down her back and he pulled her closer into his grasp. “I’ve conquered you. That makes you mine.”

What the fuck?

Lina squirmed in his grasp, sitting up with a huff. “That’s not what this is at all,” she remarked calmly. The drowsiness kept her cool but she was starting to become more alert as this misinformed alien kept speaking. “What are you even talking about?”

Despite her rejection of his… proclamation? He looked calm as ever and continued to lay languidly on her bed as he kept grabbing at her.

“I’m providing for you now,” he says, then adds, “This apartment is yours because I’m giving it to you in exchange for your obedience.”

Obedience. The words rang through Lina’s head. Just what the hell had she agreed to? Yes, she couldn’t pay her rent. But that didn’t mean that she was going to be his toy or housewife or just whatever he had in mind for her.

“Wait a minute.” she shook her head, “That’s not…I didn’t agree to that. This is just sex. I’m not going to let you control me!” She was starting to panic now. Was he nuts? What sort of mental gymnastics had he been performing to come to this conclusion?

“Settle,” he murmured, squeezing her gently. “I’m not going to be a demanding mate.”

There was that word again.

“We’re not mates!” she said, half irate and a low growl escaped from beside her. “I don’t even know what that means!”

“We are,” he said sternly. Then he rubbed his thumb over her neck–which caused her to wince when he pressed down on a tender spot. The bite mark. “This makes it so.” She slapped his paw away and touched the spot herself and her mouth gaped wide open. Her brain was going a mile a minute. She hadn’t consented to this!

“I didn’t agree to this!” she repeated, trying to escape from his grasp.

Sol huffed. Humans, he thought. Always going back on their word. Well. Sol wouldn’t let her. He had been trying to find the right way to conquer her for months. In this new environment–away from his home planet, it wasn’t easy to dominate a female. At least, not if he had wanted to do it the honorable way.

He hadn’t honestly been going to throw Lina out to the streets of the megaship, but he needed a way to seize the opportunity that had landed at his feet even if it wasn’t ethical by human means.

“You did, you asked me to bite you.” He grumbled.”

“I–!” well. She had, hadn’t she?

Do it, fucking bite me. That’s what she had said to him.

“That was just in the heat of the moment!” she argued, “It didn’t mean anything, I didn't agree to all this!”

“You agreed when you presented to me.” he rumbled. By all means, he had won. Now he just needed her to understand that. Of course, he was prepared to take on an aggressive female. He had thought her submission had come a little too easily.

Lina stared at him bewildered. “I don’t know what that means,” she said exasperated. “You can’t just tell me I’ve–oh!” she was toppled over, “what are you doing?!” she shouted.

He grabbed her by the waist, putting her on her hands and knees. “This is presenting,” he said lowly–sultry. “You put your back to me and–” Lina whimpered when he cupped between her legs. “Showed me your cunt.”

He said it so matter-of-factly that Lina didn’t know what to do. She was held there on her hands and knees with her landlord pawing at her pussy.

“Stop that.” she hissed, she was still sensitive from earlier.

He purred, “Why? You like it…” his hand rubbed back and forth then circled her clit with the pads of three fingers and she bit her lip hard to stop the moan that wanted to escape her mouth. “Don’t fight this…or do…” he murmured, “I’ll just prove myself to you again if I must.”

“All you’ve proved is that you’re a perverted slumlord!” she gasped, hips arching when he dipped two fingers inside her. They slid in easily with a squelch–she was still sloppy with his cum. “Angh! I said stop!” Lina squealed.

He nuzzled against the crook of her neck and she shivered, it felt strangely intimate. The way he was positioned against her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her as he kissed and laved at the bite mark he thought meant some sort of ownership over her.

“You’re..ahh..an asshole!” she moaned out, “stop this,” she begged. Lina was weak. Everything he was doing to her body made her want to give in. To go along with this whole ‘mate’ thing if it meant that he’d keep touching her like this.

“Listen to me…” he purred into her ear, “Your place is here. Your home…that I’m paying for now because you can’t. I’m housing you…taking care of you.” he curled his fingers inside her and her mouth dropped open, “And I’ll do much more for you now that we’re mates.”

“No.” she whimpered, “I just…” she just needed to work out her credit situation then they were done. That was all. This … this was all temporary. “Ohhh!” her eyes squeezed shut when he began to finger her harder.

“Don’t reject this.” he coaxed, “I can make you feel so good.” he continued to cajole into her ear just like before, talking about all the ways he would spoil and take care of her and it was so confusing for her mind, she was whining now.

Tears pooled in her eyes, she felt so full from his two thick fingers and the twinge in her core made her feel crazy. She needed more. She needed his cock.

“Fuck…” she hissed, angling her hips higher, showing her dripping slit. “Fuck me…please…please.”

He sucked harshly on her bite mark and she spasmed.

“OH!”

“Lina…tell me, tell me what I want to hear.” he asked, “And I’ll give you everything you want.”

“N-no…” she whimpered.

She didn’t want to be controlled. Didn’t want to be obedient to Sol. She barely knew him, and from what she had seen so far there wasn’t much more worth knowing. But the way he cooed in her ear. Talked about caring for her, it made her feel warm inside. Made her want to look deeper. He was using her for sure.

But maybe he would use her kindly…

“Please…” she begged, “Please fuck me Sol.”

He growled against her ear, “You can beg all you want, but I’m patient…now, tell me you’ll be mine.”

“N-no-oohh!” she cried out, his fingers moving faster, twisting and curling.

“You want my cock Lina?” he asked, positioning behind her, “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you and fill you up with my seed?” God. Yes. That is exactly what she wanted.

“Please!” she begged again, thinking she was about to get her way.

He pulled his fingers out of her gaping pussy, then thrust. Only it wasn’t inside of her cunt, but between her pussy lips. The tip teasing her throbbing clit.

“Sol!” She sobbed, “I can’t take it anymore, please!”

“You know what I want Lina…give it to me.” he growled. Pistoning his hips. His tip grazed her entrance one too many times and she was keening now.

“Oh gods!” she screamed, “Yess…yes–” Lina bawled, “I’ll be your mate, just please, please fuck me!”

There it was. The words he had wanted to hear. He smiled in victory, then took her hips between his hands. He slid inside her in one fell push. They both groaned in pleasure and Sol pumped into Lina furiously. He wanted to fill her up with cubs but her damned breeding implant prevented that. He was getting worked up into a frenzy. Instinct overriding logic.

Saliva filled his mouth and his fangs were coming down, he was going to take a bite out of her. Again.

And he did, sinking his teeth into her neck for the second time of the night, Lina howled and jerked underneath him and Sol held her to him as he continued to fuck her.

She was pulsing around him, her pussy clenching tightly as she came with a cry. The pressure was too much for him to bear and he roared out his orgasm. He swelled, filling her up with his cum. He continued to fuck her as she sobbed against the mattress until he was sure he had given her every bit of his seed. He held onto her tightly. Purring in her ear as she shook.

Sol suckled at her skin, tasting the coppery blood of his mate.

His.

“Mine.” he rumbled quietly.

She nodded, beat. “Yours.”

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samatheia229 · 2 years

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This crossover idea by @help-i-need-a-cool-username has been on my mind for DAYS thinking of how the alt turtles would summon Leon or one of the others.

Then, I read this beautiful piece of a fic, coming right on back for you by taizi, and the answer came to me in the author's absolute galaxy brain of a headcanon, which I will not paraphrase and instead give you an excerpt of the fic where taizi very concisely yet perfectly encapsulates the concept:

If all of the universes in this dimension were highways running parallel to one another, he explained unremarkably, to Donnie’s mounting incredulity, then the Hidden City would be a secret subway system tucked neatly underneath with about a billion lines in and out and crazy good Wi-Fi.

Go read and show it some love.

Anyway, that got me thinking. What if because the Hidden City is basically a giant subway station where people can enter and exit as they please if they know how to access the HC, the yokai feel that it's important to regulate the use of mystic energy. Not all mystic/magic users use their powers for good and sometimes they go out of control to the point of becoming a threat. It's a problem because what if the threat comes into the Hidden City?

So there's like a whole organisation in charge of this. They're like a combination of a help hotline and pest control for mystic users/supernatural creatures running rampant. Way back in the day, they used to be contacted through summoning scrolls that were sent out to every universe. The dispatchers would just send the closest available recruit to help... it's a flawed system.

Fast forward to Rise time period, Donnie comes in and overhauls the whole system because imagine if there's like a rampaging monster and you have to go through all the tedious ritual procedures, only to get someone who is of no help at all? Bitch, NO.

After Donnie's intervention, they're still scrolls, but now the dispatchers answer like in an actual hotline, just that the words appear on the scroll like game instructions. Summoners can now specify the help they need, and Donnie's system will scan the database for a suitable helper. The helper will be transported from their current location to the location of the summon immediately.

There's no prior notice. All helpers should expect to be summoned at all times because any kind of threat that requires their expertise can appear at any time. On the bright side though, the high risk of their job means they get paid very, very handsomely.

Donnie enters Leo's name as a joke; who the hell would summon Leo? Then the Usagi thing happens (this is a genuine coincidence), and while pissed, Leo can't be too mad since he got a boyfriend out of it, but then Donnie forgets to take his name out of the database.

Cue crossover idea and it's like:

The second they open the scroll, a golden holographic square appears on it with the words,

MYSTIC HOTLINE, WHAT'S YOUR EMERGENCY?

They stare it in confusion. How do they answer? Does it work like a video game or a phone call?

They try the verbal route. It works.

*insert brief explanation*

The words change.

UNDERSTOOD. IS THERE A SPECIFIC TYPE OF HELP YOU REQUIRE?

"Uh, I'd prefer if the person you send has experience in fighting magical threats, and is a teenage mutant ninja turtle named Leonardo."

Meanwhile in the Riseverse:

MATCH FOUND. ETA: 5 SECONDS.(PLEASE NOTE THAT YOUR MYSTIC HELPER IS INSURED AND YOU WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY HARM THAT BEFALLS UPON THEM.)

A glowing blue Hamato symbol appears below Leo.

"Oh, for fu- Not again!"

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jadegretz · 1 month

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Glowing Supergirl: Defender of Hope by Jade Gretz

Supergirl, her crimson cape billowing in the vacuum of space, squinted at the holographic distress signal. It crackled and sputtered across her visor, a garbled plea for help emanating from an uncharted sector beyond known space. Curiosity, a constant companion in her adventures across the galaxy, warred with a flicker of apprehension. This sector was uncharted for a reason – whispers of lost civilizations and unimaginable dangers were the only whispers that ever reached Kryptonian ears.

Still, a distress signal was a distress signal. Leaving a trail of blue light across the cosmic canvas, Supergirl adjusted her course, the desolate beauty of unexplored space filling her with a unique blend of awe and trepidation.

Finally, after hours of interstellar travel, a hulking silhouette materialized on the horizon. It was a spacecraft, vast and imposing, its once gleaming metallic hull now scarred and riddled with craters. An unsettling silence hung around it, a stillness that sent shivers down her spine despite the absence of physical cold.

Hovering cautiously near the docking bay, Supergirl scanned the ship with her x-ray vision. The interior was dark, devoid of any sign of life. Yet, the persistent distress signal continued to emanate from within. With a deep breath, she activated her heat vision, carefully cutting through the rusted metal hull.

The air inside was stale and thick with the smell of decay. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, Supergirl found herself staring down a deserted corridor. Medical pods lined the walls, their glass fronts now opaque with age. Each pod had a single occupant – skeletal figures curled in fetal positions, their faces contorted in silent screams.

Supergirl felt a pang of unease. This wasn't a rescue mission; it was a tomb. But the distress signal… why was it still playing? Following the faint sound, she navigated the labyrinthine corridors, her footsteps echoing eerily in the sterile silence.

The source led her to a small control room. A single figure slumped over the console, a skeletal hand clutching a microphone. Supergirl placed a …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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faithrainee · 2 months

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If canon turns out to not be the way Miguel thought it was, he sure as hell would intervene in universes all the time. Spiderkid going hungry in a corrupt universe? They are fed, clothed, provided with money to get along for a while until they get a job. He invites spiderlings to the society. He makes an area in the society for them to sleep, they get individual rooms, free of charge. No spider-person goes hungry, they can take food to their own universes and families if need be. Peter C Parker does not end up homeless in NYC, Gwen 2401 doesn't fall and break her neck, if he can be there and save them, he sure as hell does, knowing now that his actions won't impact entire worlds.

So what happens when he can't be everywhere all the time?

TW- loss, grief, cursing?, SH-like behaviors from Miguel.

Miguel scans the orange screen once more, scrolling down the list of names. Some familiar, some he's met before; other's he's seen glimpses of, never having spoken to them.

"LYLA," He says, biting down, his jaw clenched tight with annoyance, "where's Peter 2760? He was supposed to report back to me after his interview."

LYLA pops up by his shoulder, small orange particles dusting around the area with her movements. She pushes her red-rimmed heart glasses up her animated nose, "Checking." She says.

Leaning against the table more, his eyes focused tightly on the screen, Miguel waits, scrolling through more of the never-ending spreadsheet.

Peter Parker (Pete) C7230- 22 years - MIA

Peter A. Parker (Allen) 1999 - 26 years - On watch

Peter Parker (Bee) B270 - 19 years - KIA

Peter Ben Parker (Ben) SS083 - 32 years - SUI

The list went on. Green squares were far and few between the growing collection of red's and yellow's on the sheet. Rarely did he run into a grey, orange was more prominent.

LYLA makes a noise similar to a sigh, though Miguel knows she's simply copying human activity she's seen on the shows she views, "His universe hasn't seen him in four days." She says, looking towards Miguel, "He's...probably-"

Miguel growls, suddenly shoving the chair by his side off of the platform, it landing in a loud metal clank at the bottom of the room. He grabs at his head, his talons gripping the skin, leaving marks that he doesn't pay much attention to, "¡Joder!" His voice echoes in the empty room.

Breathing heavily with LYLA at his shoulder still, he removes his hands from his head, looking at his bloodied talons and wiping them on the thigh of his suit. He swallows thickly, "Mark him as PKIA... For now."

LYLA nods, moving to the screen and scrolling again. The line with the name of the spider turns orange.

Miguel stares at the screen, unblinking. He presses a button on his watch and his other shaky hand slowly opens, his talons gripping at his now-exposed thigh. He doesn't wince, holding the tight grip.

"Miguel, you don't have to-"

"I could have saved him! ¡Sí lo podía si no que I didn't have time! I didn't have enough time to go back after the interview and check on him!" He yells at LYLA, hand scraping at his thigh, ripping cuts into his skin, "Don't tell me what to do, LYLA, no entiendes ésto, nunca lo entenderías..." He mumbles, finally removing his talons from his muscle. Once again he presses his watch, the holographic suit covering the wound.

"No deberías dejarlo así. Se puede infectarse." She says, her voice calm, neutral, considering Miguel's previous tone.

Miguel doesn't respond, pulling up a new screen, this one with an image of a Spider, "And him?"

LYLA pauses, "What about him?" She moves closer to his screen.

"His family?" Miguel replies, his tongue thick in his mouth, his teeth biting at his cheeks.

LYLA pulls up a screen, "A Doc Ock killed them." She says, looking at Miguel, "I think that's enough for tonight. It's late." She turns off the screens and he doesn't protest, hiding his face in his hands.

It's quiet for a moment, no screens running, no soft hum of the electricity powering the lights, now turned off.

"How many..." Miguel starts, his voice quiet, hoarse from yelling, "How many did I let die?"

"You didn't-"

"LYLA."

She pauses, then speaks, "...Today?"

"Today."

She looks at his body, the trembling, the way he rests his elbows on the table, "...Nine."

It's silent, until he stands on his feet again, his mask pulling up to cover his face, "I'm not done, pull up the sheet." He commands her, and she almost flinches.

"Miguel-"

He interrupts again, harsher this time, "Pull. It. Up. Now."

Of course she does.

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heliosthegriffin · 9 months

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Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls IX

Chapter Nine

Ciel Soleil, student council president, teachers pet, and overall, very academically dedicated individual.

Everyday before school, she arrived two hours early with her homework complete, organized, triple-checked, with any errors in the questions pointed out and corrected, ready to be graded.

Afterwards, she'd help them get prepared before school began, helping carry out any duties she believed would help the school overall.

Such as fetching students for Ms. Goodwitch, Headmistress of the School.

Jaune followed behind her, quietly, still carrying his lunchboxes under his arm.

Secretly relieved to be away from Ruby and her friends, they seemed like good girls, but they were too intense for his mood at the moment. But, he had the sinking feeling he wasn't done with them today.

He peered covertly over his shoulder, confirming his suspicions, as he saw five shadows huddled together behind the corner, poorly hiding they're presence.

Jaune ignored them, choosing to focus on what Ms. Goodwitch might want with him. Had he done anything recently to get her attention?

Probably. Not that he could think of anything at the moment. Well, nothing to be done about it now, she'd probably state the problems he was making for her in alphabetical order.

After going up the stairs to the top floor, Ciel led him to the Headmistress office. She paused, looking behind him squinting her eyes.

"Looking at something?" Jaune asked, holding back a laugh.

Ciel scanned down the hallway, and Jaune saw the group of shadows dive clumsily into a corner, he could even make out a muffled, 'What it!' and 'Sorry!'

Though, Ciel didn't seem to have as sharp of eyesight and hearing than Jaune, she did possess good instincts, frowning, she stared directly at the mass of shadows.

He could practically feel they're tension at being caught.

Then she turned away. "Nothing, it seemed a bit noisy. Probably the vents." She didn't sound convinced by her own reasoning. "Inside, please."

Inside was a perfectly organized office, not too large, not too small, it was perfectly sized to a almost uncomfortable level.

The desk was nice, but it wasn't luxurious. It had personal items on it, but all in they're own little corner. A riding crop next to a well, polished gold trophy of a woman riding a horse, a hard-light photo that Jaune could see, a set of high-quality pens and a note pad.

The rest of the desk was dominated by work-related items, a large holographic screen, obscured on his side, but perfectly visible to Goodwitch, along with a folder on the desk that was very clearly his.

There were some shelf's in the back, more trophy's, a couple degrees in education, The Interaction between Dust and known laws of Science, and advanced mathematics. Also, along the shelves, were rows of books, a tea set, a pendulum, and a set of Dust Crystal in a very, very secure, locked case.

Behind her, oddly enough, was the symbol of Vale, 2 battle axes with a wreath. That wasn't the weird part, it was they were real, very sharp battle axes.

Ms. Goodwitch was a beautiful woman who didn't look a day over thirty, not that anyone was brave enough to ask her actual age, and regularly agreed upon by the student body to be the most attractive member of faculty aside from Prof. Peach.

She sat at a nice, comfy chair lined with purple velvet. She pushed up her glasses, then gestured to a seat across from her. "Take a seat Mr. Arc."

Jaune obliged, with Ciel still standing.

"You may leave, Ms. Soliel."

"Yes, Ms. Goodwitch." She turned and went to the door, tried to open it. She looked puzzled by this. "Ms. Goodwitch, I believe the door to be jammed."

The Headmistress rose a pale eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Yes, it feels like they're a very heavy weight leaning against it in fact." She stated matter of fact.

Jaune thought he heard a muffled sound of agitation that was quickly shushed.

Headmistress Goodwitch gave a faint smile, turning to Jaune. "You don't mind if she stays a minute does she? This won't take long."

Jaune shrugged. "I guess, not."

"Good." She nodded. "Allow me to cut to the chase, Mr. Arc." She took a breath. "You are on the verge of failing out of school."

Jaune felt his heart go a little cold. He knew he wasn't doing good in class, but he hadn't realized he was doing that bad.

She opened up his folder. "According to your current grades, you are failing in 4 of 6 of your classes, behind in work of the 2 you are not failing, been late more than 3 times to all of your classes, and missed over 12 days of school this semester. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"No. Not really," Jaune thought for a second, how he wanted to phrase his argument. "I just have had things I feel are more important than school for a while."

She did not look happy with that answer. "Mr. Arc, what could be more important than securing you future?" She asked firmly, her eyes hard and piercing.

'Stay alive, mostly, and killing monster, every night.' Jaune didn't think that answer would fly, unless he wanted a one-way trip to a mad-house.

He opened his mouth, then thought for a moment.

"Well, Mr. Arc?" She asked coldly.

Jaune fought the urge to snap at her, hating that she was putting pressure on him.

"Is there a time-limit, to the question?" Jaune asked.

The headmistress frowned. "No, but there is no reason to wait on a simple question."

"I wouldn't consider my future, a easy question."

Her eyes opened a fraction wider. "No, it's not."

"Then give me a moment,"

"I will allow you a minute, then I'd like a answer."

Jaune thought on it a moment, cobbling together his best answer. "I've been doing community service, and working on my part-time job."

"Really?" The Headmistress asked, not really believing him. "I didn't realize you had a job, you really should have informed the school," She paused. "What is your job?"

"Um, self-employed until recently," She looked suspect at that. "Repairs mostly, but, I got hired ... as a member of the Xiong Organization, yesterday."

The room went silent, as that seemed to take Headmistress Goodwitch aback. "You what?"

"I have been in contact with them over the last year," That was technically true, if you consider a pipe to the face contact. "Doing odd jobs for them." Also, true if you consider relieving them of they're consciousness a service rendered. "They can confirm my community service too,"

"Mr. Arc," She added with a note of worry. "You aren't in trouble are you?"

'Only every single night of the last year,' Jaune thought to himself. 'Bit late, to ask that.' His stitched itched, and he felt more tired than ever, eye's drooping.

"No? Why do you ask, I'm just working with my Uncle."

Ms. Goodwitch let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, you had me worried for a moment. The Xiong Organization has a bit of a reputation for using young men like yourself. Who is your uncle, if I may ask?"

"Uncle Xiong."

She looked confused. "Not an Arc? I had met your parents before, neither of them looked as they were from Mistral."

"They not," Jaune realized he might have slipped up. "It's a honorary uncle-nephew thing."

Ms. Goodwitch looked suspect at that. "I see, how long has he been in your life?"

He'd either have to lie, or stretch the truth, what was he going to do? "Is that any of your business?" Jaune respond, something no answer was the best answer. "He's my uncle, simple as."

"I see." She looked unhappy with the answer, but didn't pry further. "Do you have a contact for them that I can see? I'd like to verify your story."

Jaune nodded, sending her a contact from his scroll.

"I'll be checking it later," She sighed. "Mr. Arc, I must say I'm surprised, but somewhat happy, I'm glad you haven't been spending your time aimlessly, but actually making a foundation for your future outside of school."

She was ... complimenting him? That was strange.

"I try my best."

"Yes, outside of school that is," She sighed. "We've strayed far enough from the main topic, let us return." She pushed up her glasses again. "You are on the verge of being kicked out of Beacon, due to aforementioned reasons. So, now I ask what are we going to do about it?"

If it had been any day before yesterday, Jaune would have just asked to let him fail. He could get his GED in his free-time, sure his family would be disappointed, but he didn't need school to do what he wanted to do.

Now, though? Well, he had expectations that insisted he reconsider.

"I'll work on doing better." Jaune stated.

Ms. Goodwitch grimaced. "Yes, that's well and good, but you are far behind on your work, and failing most of your classes. Just saying you'll do better isn't enough, you're going to need help recovering, and I'm asking, how can we help you?"

Jaune frowned, he really didn't have an answer for that. It was one thing to say, it was another to do. He had slept through so many classes at this point he'd need a tutor, or five, to ever catch up.

Ms. Goodwitch searched his face, then looked at the door.

"Ms. Soleil, would you mind trying the door again?"

"Yes, Ma'am." She opened the door, opening without resistance this time.

As five young ladies fell into the office.

Jaune, Ciel, and Goodwitch stared at them as they lay on the floor.

Yang got up first. "Oh, this isn't the cafeteria? How'd we end up here?"

Blake nodded, rising. "Yes, I think we got lost."

"We should get going," Pyrrha offered.

"That sounds like a great idea," Weiss agreed.

"Please don't kick out Jaune, Ms. Goodwitch! I know he's tall, and scary-looking, but he's nice!" Ruby pleaded with Goodwitch.

"Well, that's what we're trying to prevent, Ms. Rose." She rested her head on a palm, looking on with veiled amusement. "Thankfully, it seems that there are some incredibly smart young ladies are here to help. If they would be so willing?"

Yang, Blake, and Ruby all scooted back, while Pyrrha scooted forward with Weiss, standing next to Ciel.

"We'd be glad, too." Pyrrha smiled.

Ciel nodded. "Yes, Ms. Goodwitch."

"As long as he doesn't get the wrong idea," Weiss huffed.

"Good, I'll allow you three to sort out out the details, you are dismissed." She waved them off. "Oh, and remember, Mr. Arc, no more being tardy, or missing school without a note."

Jaune felt a light-bulb go off, fishing out his doctors note. "Here."

She read over it, then looked at Jaune. "Well, while it does excuse one absence, how are you standing, right now?"

"Pain-killers." Jaune lied.

"Try not to get hook on them." Headmistress Goodwitch said offhandedly, still looking over the note, unsure how real it was. "Handle him carefully, ladies." She waved them off, as Jaune was dragged out of the office.

'How are they so strong?' Jaune wondered, being lifted into the air, feeling slightly embarrassed that this has happened twice in one day.

As soon as the door closed, Glynda made a call on her holographic screen. She was going to figure out how real this Doc. Autumn was.

The call took several rings, then a tired looking woman picked up.

"My apologies, this isn't a bad time is it?"

The young woman blinked, and then shook her head. "No, it's fine. May I, ask what you calling me about?"

"Well, I received a note from you office, about one Jaune Arc-"

"He's not bleeding again, right?!" She asked wild eyed.

"N-no," Glynda stuttered. "Not to my knowledge."

"Did the stitches break?"

"Stitches?"

"Oh goodness, do we need to fetch him back? I knew we should have kept him another couple days."

Glynda felt a shock go through, what had happened to her student? The Magic Girls were one thing, but Mr. Arc was entirely normal, what had he gotten up too?

"Would you mind me asking what happened?"

Amber looked into the screen, pausing. "Wild dog attack."

"What?"

"Yeah ... He got attacked by a pack of feral dogs ... they dragged him down the street over some broken glass. It was terrible." Amber lied, as no way this woman would believe her.

"Dear Brothers, does his parents know?"

"... Sure." Amber honestly didn't know Jaune had parents, she didn't want to assume anything about him. He might just be a genocidal time-traveling demi-god cyborg for all she knew at this point, but that might just be her tired-brain making things up.

Glynda caught the slip though. "His parents, do know?"

" ... Sure. " Amber.

"That's not very reassuring, Ms. Autumn."

"Dr. Autumn." She wasn't actually legally registered as a doctor, but she liked the title anyway. "Don't worry, his Uncle knows."

"Mr. Xiong?"

"Yeah. Anyway, I need to, - uh, do stuff." Then she ended the call.

Glynda stared at Jaune's file. "Well, maybe he can have a couple more sick days."

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"Jaune!" A orange blur tackled into his stomach, and the blonde felt his eyes roll back into his skull.

'Why? Why is it always when I'm injured?' Jaune wondered, as he definitely tasted blood in his mouth.

He felt the short-stacks grip on him, as she shook him like a dog with toy.

'This is how I die, not fighting criminals, or shadow-monster, but Nora.' Jaune mused. 'I knew it was going to end like this.'

He patted her head. "Good to see you, Nora." Jaune said, managing to hide the blood behind a smile. "Ren, help me?"

The effeminate boy nodded, and pried Nora off of him. "Feeling better?" Ren asked.

Jaune nodded. "Yeah. Just had a long night."

Ren gave him a once-over. "Hmm, alright then."

Nora popped up between them. "Wait a second ... You're not asleep!" Nora exclaimed!

Jaune thought about this, and realized, she was correct. "Oh, I've been banned from bad behavior for the foreseeable future."

"You're going to stay awake! Who's hair am I going to play with now?"

Jaune looked at Ren, who looked back at Jaune, they were pointing at each other.

"Heyoh! Make room!" Yang bellowed, making her way with the others over to they're table.

Jaune raised a eyebrow, why were the coming over here?

Ren noticed, patting him on the back. "We couldn't get rid of them, sorry."

"Apology accepted."

Lunch continued on, and just as they were about to separate, Ruby tugged on Jaune's sleeve.

"I need a favor, Bestie."

"Ok." Jaune said tiredly, the lack of sleep was getting to him.

"I need you to take me to the bookstore."

Jaune nodded, trying to figure out if he could sleep with his eyes open. "Alright, sure."

"Yay! No more blackmail!"

"What was that?" Jaune asked.

"Nothing, just be ready to walk me around town!"

Huh, that didn't sound bad, when was the last time he had actually hung out with anyone. It would have to been ...

The night he had his first encounter with a Shadow-Monster.

Well, not like this could go half-as bad as that, right?

#Jaune Arc #Fanfic

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raccoon-crown · 26 days

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Nine Travels 1: An explosive Greeting

In the middle of a dark alley, far from the sight of the traffic of the city, a glowing portal opened in the air and through it a small fox with seven metallic tails crossed towards that place, wrinkling his nose at the unpleasant atmosphere when he arrived.

-Ah, nothing better to remember the garbage dump I left than arriving to a new one - taking a look at himself, he realized that his appearance was quite similar to his usual this time - mmm... it seems that the frequency of this place isn't so different from New Yoke.

Extending a hand he closed the portal and before taking a look at his surroundings, deciding to scan the area before moving forward for security reasons he had to learn in his past voyages.

Opening his metallic tails to make way for his own two tails, he rose into flight to reach the top of one of the buildings around the alley. And once he was on the cement terrace, able to take a look into the distance, he finally managed to make out something that brought him a different idea than what he had preconceived from that world.

True, that place had technology ultimately as advanced as what he had seen in New Yoke and many other places, but that one in particular seemed much more alive than the place where he had grown up. With no alarming red symbols anywhere and flying transports at the disposal of other people and not only for a council of eggheads, this was certainly a place where he could perhaps fit in.

-Well, I guess this place has quite potential.

As much as he pretended not to be excited by the prospect of analyzing the technology of that new world, his furry tails moved with clear joy between the steel ones.

-Very good universe number 1723 - he read from the screen projected by the MTC, a habit acquired with the aim of avoiding falling back into a world that he had previously explored - let's see what you have to offer.

KABOOM

As if it were an answer, an explosion in a distant part of the city brought back more memories of his childhood, watching a column of smoke rise upward while the scandal of more explosions and screams moved through the streets, the little nine-tailed fox gave a sigh.

-Well, I this place was too good to be true - he exclaimed as he reloaded the MTC to look for another place to go, the last thing he wanted was to get involved in the war of another universe, again.

But before he had the chance to activate the portal, the roar came dangerously close to his position. His ears perked up alertly while his tails held him firmly to the concrete as the building he stood on shook with an impact.

Hearing the commotion of the local inhabitants, he momentarily suspended the activation process of the device in his hand to take a look around the edge of the building only to see how it was being consumed by flames and enveloped in smoke on one side.

-This must be a joke, I gotta get out of here - returning to his work, he typed on the holographic screen as quickly as possible until a familiar flash at the entrance of the building caught his attention.

Taking another look, he was able to discern how a rapid line of bluish tones entered and left the burning building constantly with people to evacuate them from the area.

He didn't have to be a genius, and he definitely was one, to know who it was. The only blue, fast airhead who would enter a building in pieces to play the hero.

And surely someone right in the middle of all that scandal in what could have been his favorite world.

-Right, I should have know that sooner or later I would meet that dumb hedgehog again - observing the scene he inspected the area in search of any flash or even yellow or orange stain in the area - if he is here then the other 'me' mustn't be far - turning around, he tried to leave the matter aside - that fox can take care of helping him this time.

KABLAMM BOOM

The simultaneous explosions that shook the building where he was once again made him hesitate before returning to his teleporting device.

“He's fine,” he forced himself to think, “like always.”

And before he could rectify the mistake that had crossed his mind, his own memory had the courtesy to remind him how Sonic had once been one bar away from disappearing from existence in order to save the universe he came from.

What wouldn't another stubborn hedgehog like him be willing to do?

Letting out a loud snort, the fox ran a hand through the tufts of fur on his forehead while gritting his teeth.

-What an Idiot... - he shouted through his teeth - When will I learn to ignore that fool?

And before he had time to reconsider, he ran towards the edge of the building, with his tails ready to take flight in the middle of the smoke screen that surrounded the place.

As he began to fall, he managed to distinguish a few peculiar machines that had a certain similarity to some type of insect, flying over the building and shooting into it in the process.

Swallowing, Nine prepared his steel tails and began firing calculatedly at 7 of the peculiar machines, attracting the attention of the rest. The metal insects returned enemy fire more quickly than he had expected, forcing him to take evasive action while continuing to fire.

One by one, the steel bugs fell engulfed in flames until he finally chased what seemed to be the last of them into the damaged building.

-Are you trying to hide? Ha, how pathetic.

Squinting his eyes, he searched for his target as he landed on the unstable ground with his tails prepared either to attack or to flee in case of a collapse. Lifting his ears, he heard a peculiar humming sound and as he followed it he distinguished between the broken glass of the building the same fast line that he had seen before, but now he was able to perceive the peculiar machine that had followed the blue figure.

-Got you.

Following the pair's path across the floor of the building, he aimed two of his laser tails and waited for the right moment before shooting right at the center of the flying insect.

Letting go a smile with satisfaction, he watched the blue flash disappear at full speed over one of the corners, safely away.

-Well, that was fun, I guess that's enough of universe 1723 for one day...

ZUPPP

A sharp irritation on the back of his neck alerted him, he reached it with hand only to feel a strange, delicate cylinder attached to it. Taking it out to see what it was, he felt as if the lighting in the room was dimming and the floor was shaking even more.

-What the hell…? – distinguishing the cylinder in his hands, he soon discovered that one of the ends had a delicate steel tip from which a purple liquid was dripping – this is… a syringe? No... a dart?

Staggering, he was not even able to coordinate his steel tails to support him before falling to the ground barely conscious while a weird silhouette approached him

-Ha…I knew I should…have left when I could.

And just like that, the little nine-tailed fox fell unconscious into a completely unknown world.

Again.

...

Well, that's it for my First contribution for the nine-tailed travel guide through the multiverse event of @donelywell !

This story is like a far away tale from the Carbon Copy AU I made! So if you have read the first two chapter of it previously take into account that from this point the story contains some spoilers from the main story.

That being said, just wait for more tales of Nine in this universe soon!

THIS IS THE FIRST - NEXT

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #rdjsays #tails the fox #miles tails prower #sonic prime #tails nine #nine-tailed travel guide through the multiverse #I wanted to do a comic but... Ya know the story so here you have a little fic #Carbon Copy AU

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rubykgrant · 8 months

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Repost-Tober, with all my traditional art RVB pictures that I'm especially fond of! (some of these I added some little touch-ups with art-edits and fixed things with the colors/lines after scanning them in MS Paint, but they all started with paper and pencil)

From the top, left to right; my face design for Tucker (first rule of RVB character designs; Tucker is the prettiest~), the face shots from my RVB pin-up pictures (the Reds; Sarge, Simmons, Grif, Donut- plus Doc and O'Malley, and Locus. the Blues; Church, Tex, Carolina, Tucker, Caboose, Wash, Kai), two panels from my comic with Simmons realizing his parents are awful and Sarge finally giving him a dad-hug, the sketchy pictures on lined paper of Church (my version of the Alpha AI returning, and being down-loaded into a synthetic human body, his holographic armor falling away) and Grif (he's all smitten and feeling very in love~), the face shots of my fancy/extravagant outfits inspired by various animals (Tucker is a Peacock, Donut is an Axolotl, Simmons is a Lion), the picture of Grif and Simmons embracing while sharing a bath (I'm a sucker for casual and comfortable intimacy), and finally the family times with my Grimmons Kids (they had two sets of twins; in this picture, it is Christmas Eve, the kids were too excited to sleep, so they stayed up watching TV with their dads, all falling asleep in bed)

#red vs blue #rvb #repostober

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hells-greatest-performers · 16 hours

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VOX YOU FUCK HEAD 🗞️

No!

Do you realise how bad this is for Verena herself? You're not just hurting Alastor or Lucifer. She has grown up knowing Alastor and Lucifer as her parents and has her siblings. You can't just rip her out of her familiar environment like that! The only reason she was in their custody is because you threw a hissy fit! Because you abandoned her! And now you gambled her life for custody!

Note from Bunny: holy moly there are so many comments I cannot post all of them!

Vox: *carrying Verena* Computer, initiate emergency medical protocol. Prepare the surgical table.

The workshop lights dimmed, and a sterile white light illuminated the surgical table. Vox laid Verena down carefully, her small form looking even more fragile under the harsh light.

Verena: I’m scared...where’s my Papa and Daddy?

Vox: I know, Verena. But don’t worry, you’ll be better in no time…

He stroked her hair gently before turning to the array of tools laid out beside him. He took a deep breath, steadying his hands. This was not just a mechanical repair; this was his daughter’s life on the line.

Vox: Alright, Verena. I need to put you to sleep for a little while so I can fix you. You’ll wake up soon, I promise.

He injected a sedative into her arm, watching as her eyes slowly closed, her breathing becoming even and regular. Once she was asleep, he turned to the holographic display that showed a detailed scan of her body.

Vox: I need to stabilize her vitals before we start. Computer! Activate the neural stasis field to keep her consciousness safe during the procedure.

Computer: Neural stasis field activated. Verena’s neural activity is now isolated from the rest of her body. Beginning body diagnostics… multiple organ failures detected due to short circuiting in hybrid organic-inorganic systems.

Vox: *muttering* Damn it, why didn’t I see this flaw earlier? Alright, let’s start with her heart. We need to replace the damaged circuitry and install the new hybrid pump we’ve been working on.

Vox selects a micro-scalpel and makes a precise incision in Verena’s chest. He uses a robotic arm to hold the incision open while he carefully exposes her heart, a combination of organic tissue and metallic components.

Computer: Heart rate is fluctuating. I recommend immediate removal of the faulty pump.

Vox: *delicately disconnects the damaged pump, a small electrical discharge sparking as he does.* Computer, initiate the transfer of the new hybrid pump.

A robotic arm hands Vox the new hybrid pump, a sleek device designed to integrate seamlessly with both organic and inorganic tissues. Vox aligns it carefully and begins the installation process, connecting tiny wires and blood vessels with precision.

Computer: New pump is in place. Running diagnostics… Pump is functioning within optimal parameters. Heart rate stabilizing.

Vox: *sighs in relief* Good, that’s one down. Next, we need to address her respiratory system. The synthetic lung tissue has suffered severe degradation.

Vox moves to Verena’s lungs, using a combination of laser tools and nano-sutures to replace the damaged synthetic tissue with an improved, more resilient version. He works meticulously, ensuring that the new tissue bonds properly with her organic lung cells.

Computer: Lung function improving. Oxygen levels stabilizing.

Vox: We’re getting there. Now, for the neural interface. It’s the most delicate part… one wrong move and she might never wake up the same.

Vox prepares to operate on Verena’s brain, where a sophisticated neural interface connects her thoughts to her body’s artificial components. He uses a fine-tuned laser scalpel to access the interface, then carefully begins to replace the faulty connections.

Computer: Neural interface replacement is critical. Ensure all connections are secure and synchronized with her neural patterns.

Vox: *hands steady, voice calm* I know, Computer. I’m almost done… Just need to realign these last few connections…

Vox completes the neural interface replacement, taking extra care to test each connection for stability. He closes the incision and steps back, monitoring the readouts on the holographic interface.

Computer: All systems functioning within normal parameters. Verena’s vitals are stable. Neural activity is synchronized.

Vox: *exhales deeply* We did it… She’s going to be okay. Computer, initiate recovery protocols. Let’s monitor her closely until she wakes up.

Computer: Recovery protocols initiated. Verena is stable and showing signs of improvement.

Vox: *moves Verena to a more private room to rest…her old bedroom he had remade after the V-Tower had been destroy some years ago* Here you go princess. The best room in the house. *gently moves her to the bed and covers her up*

——————

Vox*walks out looked exhausted*

Alastor and Lucifer: VOX!

Alastor: How is she?!

Vox: *looking dead tired* She’ll be fine. It was a massive surgery. She maybe resting for a while. As for our deal Alastor, forget about it. She’s good, that’s all that matters. You two are her parents after all. I don’t want to take that away from her.

Alastor: Vox…

Vox: Excuse me…that surgery took a lot of me, I think I’m gonna *shuts down before finishing sentence*

Lucifer and Alastor: *catches him before he falls to the ground*

#tw: surgery #Verena’s surgery #hells greatest performers au #hazbin hotel #vox #ask Vox #Vox grows a heart #alastor #lucifer morningstar #lucifer #Verena

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sw5w · 5 months

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We Have Taken Over the Last Pockets of Primitive Life-Forms

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:36:59

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whiteravengreywolf · 5 months

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I Can Wait For You at the Bottom - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just started postin a new multi-chapter fic which is a rival kingdoms AU but most importantly, a childhood friends to enemies to lovers. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole chapter, the link will be at the end!

Echo Base was buzzing with an energy that Sabine couldn’t understand. She didn’t feel excited or anxious. She felt dreadful. Her stomach had become the epicenter of her body. It was the pit of darkness that invaded her chest with every news from the frontline, the source of the shaking in her limbs whenever she walked the dark corridors of the base. She felt like puking every other minute. For the first time in her life, she wanted nothing but to stay in bed and perish. But she had a duty to accomplish, and she wouldn’t be able to see her bed again until victory had been secured.

The enemy had a strong resistance. But the Ravine would fall, and once they had lost this strategic position, Clan Wren’s advance would be unstoppable. Sabine wasn’t sure whether she wanted them to win anymore. Legs trembling with every step, she entered the command center, where her subordinates were looking over a map of the region. The Ravine cut a stark line in the middle of the hologram. It was very deep to be sure, but only fifteen feet across. They would hang temporary bridges to get their people across, or at least that was their plan.

When Sabine stepped into the room, the subordinates all stood to attention. Sabine set her helmet in the corner of the table. She had worn her armor so often recently, it felt like a second skin, but today it felt colder than usual. She surveyed the map. Each little gold dot on their side was a brigade of twelve warriors. She couldn’t count all the dots. On the other side, the black dots were advancing back toward the ravine.

“Everyone is in position for the final push, your Highness,” one of her subordinates said.

She could see it plainly. The crawlers were driving forward, advancing with their troops. On the other side, the black dots had brought their own tanks, slower but plated. They formed a line that her Mandalorians would have to pass through.

“I was just on the phone with the Queen,” Sabine said, her eyes scanning the holographic map still, as if she would find something she had missed. “She is expecting results. If this battle doesn’t turn the tide, then we are all fighting for nothing.”

“Wren, Wren,” the subordinate began to chant, and Sabine had to hide a grimace. She could really do without the blind devotion right now.

She picked up her helmet and put it on, as much to ready herself for a fight as to hide her face.

“Have you confirmed the intel we received. Is it true?”

“Yes, your Highness. Lady Hati was spotted on the other side of the Ravine.”

Sabine bit her lower lip. Fuck her luck.

“She will be leading her people. I ought to lead mine.”

She glanced one last time at the map, wondering where the blonde would be. First in line, probably. She was insane enough to run straight into the enemy line without armor, she knew.

“Ring the bell. We’re moving out.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52846510/chapters/133670080

#wolfwren #fanfic #sabine wren #shin hati #sabine x shin

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proxyedgy · 6 months

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So, a few months ago I remembered Houseki no Kuni was a cool thing I watched once upon a time and decided to look up the manga. And then I read it. Past where the anime adapted. Up to chapter 75, then I stopped because I am not in the state of mind to periodically wait for unfinished stories like I did in high school, so I'd rather stop at a pleasant point and wait a good while to pick it back up.

And, all's well and good. I had a good time and am still extremely invested in whatever new way this author decides to break my heart with. Catharsis and stuff. Yep.

But then comes November, I go to an anime event. With the intention of buying myself something. With my own money. Which I am stingy about because I mostly use to buy food since I hate cooking-- Bottom line, I am walking around. There is hardly any merch I would like to have. Still, I am having a good time being on my own and going at my own pace. There is a manga stand.

There is Houseki no Kuni. First two volumes. Translated in Portuguese. They have holographic covers. I buy before even asking the price. This is a historical event. I can count on one hand the number of manga I adore that get translated, and that number is now three.

I come home. I look up the publishing house website. There are more. I buy then in the beginning of december like a happy joyful idiot and they take far too long to get to my hands because of a silly little detail called xmas. Never heard of it, to be honest.

And now, now, finally, after all hope was lost, I received my package. Brought it home in quite the mood. Forgot to have dinner and am now suffering a headache because it was just oh so important to read the same story I read before, only with far higher quality than the scans I found online. And in portuguese. Have I mentioned that?

There is, a certain quirk, let's say, with portuguese. A detail that almost clashes with this particular story. Because this is, after all, a story about gorgeous gemstone people who are very much agender lesbians. And portuguese, a very unromantic language, absolutely loathes the idea of not gendering every word and concept. Therefore, when translated, all of the gemstones use he/him pronouns. I can't explain how that makes me feel, but it is a happy feeling, or at least so I'm inclined to believe. Male pronouns, female androgyny. Interesting choice.

Quite a lot of choices are make when adapting this kind of material and they were a joy to notice, I'll say. The way the word "sensei" has been translated, but his name remained as "Kongou", unlike every other gemstone. A peculiar detail, a good hint, shows the care put into this. The gems themselves, many pleasant words to see in my own tongue, some of which I had never read before and made me wish I had a class on gemstone geology. The more delicate moments, like turning the original "fu-an" syllables of the lunarian speak into something else while retaining the wind sound.

My, the work of an adaptation, it's such a creative endeavour. Translators have it hard, but to see something go a step beyond to be accessible in another language, in my language, like this, I have nothing but respect for every choice made.

And not to mention, how different it is, to have the book in your hands. Manga does not retain the scent I find familiar and comforting from my childhood and teenage years, but their rough pages offer quite a nice experience too. And, most of all, I find myself scanning them for details more easily, being far more absorbed into the lines when I can hold them close to my face like this.

This manga is quite a beauty. The lines are so simple, and that makes it so much easier to follow. The best part, however, is the sheer number of wide panels. Blacked out panels, with white lines. I've never seen a story that plays with panels like that. I love every single one. There is such a sense of shock, and scale, and emptiness, and feelings which I can't name. It's great, really.

Now, pacing, that is the despicable evil that makes me ramble so much. Because it's one of those stories, that ends every chapter with a cliffhanger, and it's such a tall cliff, I am indeed holding the thread from which these characters hang over this tremendous fall. I know the story, I know what happens, I read it recently, it's fresh in memory. Yet, yet, I am shaking right now, because the last volume translated ends, like every other before, in a scene so utterly tense that I cannot reach catharsis through any means other than complaining.

Yes, this was all a huge complaint, yet still I cannot bring myself to dislike even a single thing. The first time I saw this story, it felt mean-spirited, in some way I couldn't articulate at the time. It is, truly, stained in hopelessness, however that is not the same as despair. As I read it now, perhaps I understand it better, even if the sting still hurts the same every time. It brings up frustrations, and annoyance, and impatience. It's a story that begs for what-ifs, but couldn't proceed any other way. I find that true for all my favorite tales, so I suppose it's just fair that this one gets my number three spot.

I love, love, love you, Houseki no Kuni, Land of the Lustrous, Terra das Gemas.

#rambly #houseki no kuni #i need to yell at the sea maybe that'll calm me down

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Hi I love your writing!! Can I request something with obi wan? like how did him and the reader meet? How did she get along with anakin? Anything like that thanks!!!

domestic jedi bliss(?) with our favorites

Pairing | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Word Count | 1,736

Warnings | obi-wan is very lightly injured

"Anakin," You say, quirking a brow. "Sit still."

The boy is ten now, and you can tell he is trying his very hardest to settle beside you, cross-legged and hushed. Sand-colored hair sweeps across the blue of his eyes like the shore meeting the ocean, and he fidgets and sways as the waves often do. You cannot help but smile, despite the frustration the other masters hold for this unruly boy.

"Anakin," You repeat, cracking your eyes open to glance his way. The young Padawan is grinning at you when your eyes meet, his braid swinging wildly down his back.

"Yes, master?" Anakin responds. You are little more than twice his age, which is not very much, but the title still feels foreign. You have no Padawan of your own- rare, but not inconceivable- instead devoting most of your time to the Halls of Healing. And Anakin.

"Don't look at me like that," You laugh, but his little smile has already won you over. "Fine, Ani. Let's see if Master Kenobi has sent any word."

You take Anakin to Dex's, where the familiar Besalisk greets you with a warm welcome and a warmer plate. Delighted, Anakin launches into a thousand questions while you fetch your communicator, scanning the lines of Aurebesh as Dex chuckles and answers the young boy's infinite queries.

"And how did you meet my master?" You catch Anakin asking, sipping on something made with the blues of Bantha milk. He'd always said it reminded him of home, when the other masters weren't around to disapprove of his attachments.

"This fair one here?" Dex asks, gesturing with one of his four hands to you. Anakin shakes his head.

"No, Master Kenobi."

Obi-Wan. He had been your closest friend and confidant since your shared years as a Padawan, when he was once every bit the rebellious and spitfire youth Anakin epitomizes now. His master's death and Obi-Wan's sudden appointment as Jedi Knight had mellowed him, but you found the copper-haired man no less interesting. In fact, the companionship had only grown; watching Anakin when Obi-Wan is called away on duty is commonplace now, and not an unpleasant experience.

"Ani, don't talk with your mouth full," You absently remind the boy, leaning your head into your hand. Your communicator is silent in its position beside your elbow, awaiting any news on Obi-Wan's mission. He was set to return today, after all, but you'd heard nothing so far. Even your colleagues from the Halls of Healing had nothing to tell, as they sometimes revealed when Obi-Wan returned from secrecy battered and bruised.

Anakin devours his meal and you leave a handful of credits behind, ushering the sandy-haired boy out of the diner before he can convince the other patrons that they absolutely must see this new trick he's learned. You're halfway to the speeder when your communicator begins its tinny call, but it is not Obi-Wan's face written in holographic blue.

"Knight," Mace Windu titles you respectfully, even if his voice always seems anything but. "Young Skywalker is being requested for lessons at the Temple. I understand you are guiding him today in Kenobi's stead."

"Yes, Master Windu," You reply. "We'll be back at once."

Anakin grins like he's been caught doing something he isn't supposed to, even though going for a break at Dex's isn't prohibited. He hops into the passenger seat before you can tell him twice and you hope, with a silent smile playing on your lips, that he will never grow out of his excitement for everything.

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Anakin waves as you leave him with the other younglings, the training helmet falling over his blue eyes as you turn away with a laugh. The Temple is alive underfoot, each step bringing you closer to the dormitories. As bright as Anakin's presence is, you've been up since the early hours of the morning with the boy and it's starting to catch up. His master's departures always affected him strongly, though he'd begun to grow out of the worry that each would be the last time he'd see Obi-Wan. Still, Anakin had been unable to fall back asleep after Kenobi's hasty goodbye, leaving you to entertain the boy far earlier than expected.

Your Knight quarters are far more spacious than the ones you'd been given as a Padawan and as such, you'd finally been able to make your room yours. Trinkets from various worlds and missions litter the space, shaded from the light and noise outside by slotted curtains that hang down from the roomy ceiling. You frown, not quite recalling pulling them down this morning, when suddenly, you are alerted to another presence.

Obi-Wan is sprawled across your settee gracelessly. His legs are not laid up over the arm, but rather spilling out over your floor as his torso crumples into the cushions. His hair covers most of his face now, soft and coppery in the faint, golden light.

"Obi-Wan," You gasp, the breath wrenched out of you. His robes are torn at the sleeve that does not touch your cushions, the fabric stained a deep red. You move to open the blinds, casting your hand out to use the Force, but Obi-Wan's soft groan stops you.

"Please don't," He mutters. "M'head hurts."

You rush to his side, lifting his legs over the rest of the divan with no small effort. You tuck yourself beside him even though there is barely room to sit, brushing the longish locks away from his face. Obi-Wan's eyes are closed, and though the laceration at his arm is clearly paining him, you can't find any other obvious wounds.

"It's not that bad," He sighs. "I'm just tired, really. I wanted to see you before the Council demanded my report."

You fix him with a withering look as he opens his cerulean eyes, blinking wearily in the faint blades of light.

"Obi-Wan," You try to be stern. "I thought you were seriously hurt. Your arm-"

"I bandaged it, see?" He rotates his shoulder and you notice that there is indeed a strip of white underneath his tattered sleeve. To your surprise, it was even done up rather well. "Don't tell me you hold such little faith in my capabilities, darling."

"You still should've gone to the Halls of Healing. You don't know if it's worse than it seems."

Obi-Wan might've rolled his eyes a year ago, when he was still a sharp-tongued Padawan with a wit almost as fiery as his hair. Some of that still remains in the irritated huff of breath that escapes his lips now, though his eyes are soft for you.

"The blaster bolt barely grazed me and- and the blow to the head after barely even hurt," He insists, sitting up suddenly. He winces, having forgotten his headache, and instead folds into you. "I wanted to see you," Obi-Wan repeats softly, turning so his lips brush your neck.

Perhaps Anakin is not the only one who experiences loss at every parting, for you can feel the Jedi's posture soften as you slip your fingers into his silken hair. Your nails scratch gently over his scalp with each stroke, separating the long strands adoringly. It had not always been like this in the same way that his hair had not always been so lengthy.

"Do you remember when we first met, just before your mission to Pijal?" You ask softly. Obi-Wan stiffens again, and you know he is thinking of his teacher.

"Yes," He swallows. "I was... upset that Master Qui-Gon was considering the Council. Despite my reservations regarding his lack of faith in the Code, I did not want him to pass me along to someone else."

Obi-Wan had painted a sad figure, you'd thought then, as one solitary frame in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. You'd sat beside him until his words spilled out like the streams coursing about you, pumping and thriving like the Force itself. He'd been a spark in the sea of continuity that was the Temple and you had been drawn in from the start, forming a quick and lasting friendship. Neither of you could pinpoint exactly when it had boiled over to something more.

"He would be proud of you," You whisper, and you think you can feel Obi-Wan sag forwards into your embrace. "Qui-Gon didn't just want you to complete the trials so he could take Anakin on, you know. He'd known you were ready for a long time. I think... I believe he just didn't want to let you go- until it was necessary."

Obi-Wan mulls over your words. You can feel the way he thinks even if his face is hidden in your robes, his fingers settling delicately at your waist. You can tell he appreciates the sentiment in the way his legs curl up to your body, touching you wherever he can in the confines of the settee. You smile, brushing through his hair one last time, before pulling away gently.

"Obi-Wan, you need to sleep."

Your words are no more than a breath as you catch his cheek in your hand, studying the dark circles under his cerulean eyes. He moves to protest and you know he is thinking of Anakin, so you silence him with a brush of your lips over his. His lashes flutter even after you pull away, tugging him to his feet.

"Anakin is in a lesson with the other younglings," You assure Obi-Wan, steering him towards your bed. The sheets are a cool, silky white and he falls gratefully onto them with only the softest noise. "I'm sure they'll contact me to gather him when it's over, considering no one else knows you're back yet. Really, Kenobi, you act like such a proper Knight- and then pull something like this."

"M'sure they saw me approach," Obi-Wan mutters, facedown against your pillows. "Nothing escapes the Council."

"Then be thankful they're allowing you a moment of respite and take it," You laugh softly, following his form into bed. You're reminded of your own exhaustion as soon as your boots are kicked off, reaching to pull Obi-Wan into your embrace.

"I bet I'll get commed first," He grumbles, but there's a mischievous touch to his voice that you haven't heard in months. You smile, bringing your hand back to his hair, and shush him half-heartedly.

In the golden, misty light of the filtered afternoon, you could swear he is nearly glowing.

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Alisa: Steel Seraph's Journey by Jade Gretz

Alisa Bosconovitch whirred to life within the sterile laboratory, a symphony of pistons and servos playing their morning song. Her crimson eyes, devoid of pupils, flickered open, scanning the sterile environment before settling on Dr. Bosconovitch, her creator, hunched over a holographic display.

"Good morning, Alisa," the old scientist rasped, a hint of fatigue etched on his weathered face. "We have a special task for you today."

A thrill of anticipation surged through Alisa's synthetic nervous system. Special tasks meant challenges, opportunities to test her combat parameters and fulfill her core directive – to protect humanity.

Dr. Bosconovitch gestured to the holographic display, revealing an abandoned Mishima Zaibatsu research facility nestled deep within an uncharted volcanic region. "An anomaly has been detected," he explained. "Readings suggest… unusual energy signatures not found in any known Zaibatsu technology."

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The air inside was stale and thick with dust. Alisa's internal sensors flared to life, detecting faint bio-energy readings emanating from the deeper levels. Her combat protocols activated, her cybernetic limbs whirring with barely contained power.

As she navigated the derelict facility, the holographic displays lining the walls flickered back to life, displaying grotesque images of human bodies contorted into impossible shapes. A sense of unease crept through Alisa, a dissonance between her pre-programmed understanding of human anatomy and these horrific images.

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The Stark Legacy (19)

Delight, part of Book II: Mind (see previous or series)

Summary: The compound deals with everyday challenges alongside holiday struggles.

Warnings for canon-level language and discussion of drugs and abuse. Rated Teen, 15+ ONLY, please.

CHAPTER NINETEEN—December 2038

“Ok, guys,” Peter Parker started energetically, “I gotta get back to decorate the tree tonight, so here’s what I got so far.”

“Go ahead,” Steve allowed.

“Bad batch of drugs is killing kidnapped homeless people, and now some of the same drug has been interspersed in huge illegal shipments around the world,” Peter rambled.

“Why didn’t we catch this earlier?” Bucky was given exactly the time it took to walk from the quinjet to the conference room to settle in. After yesterday’s all-nighter and a long flight, he was in a sharp mood.

“I found out when I ran into two kids who were experimented on,” Peter said.

“Romanoff and Thor got very little out of the drug’s creator,” Steve added. “We’ve had this professor in custody for a while,” he continued, sliding a file over to Bucky, “and he’s a full-blown nut job, with too many connections. It’s been a joke trying to track all the crime this guy might be involved in.”

“Seriously,” Bucky mumbled, “I’ve been sunning myself instead of helping with this?”

“Buck, we’ve got dozens of agents,” Steve snapped. He had rested no better than his friend. “T’Challa needed you more than us.”

Bucky scanned the file. “You have to be joking. D-Lite?”

“Yup.” Peter checked his watch.

“That sounds like an off-brand soda.”

Steve sighed in frustration. “Parker has two informants, Tandy and Tyrone, was it? They told us where the experiments took place, past tense, and now we are trying to help them control…whatever it was that triggered in them by this heroin substitute.”

“Whoever it doesn’t change, it kills flat out.” Peter’s face sank, remembering the stories he’d heard from his young recruits. “And it gets a little weirder because the survivors said that Professor Marshall was helped by a demon.”

“What the hell—”

“Yup. Basically. Named despair, at least that’s what Marshall called him, it, whatever.” Peter looked at his watch again and punched in something on the table’s comms. “And that’s it for me, so Natasha can go from here. Bye.” He bolted to the door, yelling a “Merry Christmas” to everyone on his path out.

Steve leaned over. “He told me earlier that Christmas is the only time his teenager isn’t a ‘total douche,’ his words, so he’s a bit excited to go home.”

Nat’s face popped up in familiar blue.

“Boys, I’m sending you new info that we’ve gathered, but,” Nat paused, “this is a mess. Only a fraction of these shipments have been tampered with, and there is no way to test all of it. We’ve got to destroy everything we find. You can imagine how many friends we’ve made.”

“And the other doctor affiliated with Marshall?” Steve sorted a few windows on his tablet.

“Clint was tracking Dorcas until the trail went cold. It’s like he actually disappeared into the ocean. We asked King Namor to keep a guard up just in case. The Sub-Mariner said he’d heard a legend of D’Spayre,” Nat cleared her throat, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but according to Atlantian lore, the demon D’Spayre was created from the fear their ancestors experienced when the whole kingdom sunk into the ocean. Hell of a bedtime story.”

“Well, the devil attacked us last year, so…” Bucky was going to need some time to absorb all this, line the players up on the field in his mind. “Alright, let’s get more details from Clint. Fresh eyes can’t hurt.”

“He’s states-side now,” Nat clarified.

Bucky looked at Steve. His friend shrugged. “And Sharon is waiting for me at the house,” Steve said, tentatively, “her rule when I came back. Home for the holidays unless…you know, disaster.”

“Guess it’s just me, Doc, and Wilson,” Bucky grumbled. “When does Stark get back?”

Nat pursed her holographic lips. “Gamora and Rocket send us subspace messages, but Tony’s been out of range for weeks. There’s a whole other problem…I’ll have to…we don’t know much, so I’d like us to wait for Stark to brief us. We’ve got enough to handle now.”

“Fine,” Steve allowed again, “keep us posted.” Nat’s form vanished.

Bucky leaned farther back in the conference room chair, sorting through what he’d just heard and known for a while.

“I think I liked being lower on the totem pole,” he said tightly. “There was a lot less to worry about. Go here, kill this guy. Go there, one more. Chill out and do nothing for a few months—”

“Buck,” his oldest friend interrupted, leaning forward with hands intertwined, “maybe you shouldn’t joyfully reminisce about single kills, yeah?”

Bucky swallowed inside his clenched jaw.

“For right now, I need you and Sam to work together,” Steve continued.

“She’s in Wakanda,” he replied quickly.

“Actually, both of them. Big Sam seems to respond well to Lil’Sam, and I think she can help him focus during training.”

“I should have just brought her with me,” Bucky mumbled.

Steve sat up. “Wait. So who…”

It only occurred to Bucky as Steve trailed off. No one had invited Samantha home. No one had even thought to do so just in case. All the pieces moved on the chess board and swiveled right past her. Her only remaining family was zipping through space somewhere. Clint hadn’t known he’d be back until the last minute. Natasha was flying around constantly. Bruce—

As if summoned by the thought, Banner pressed the door open with his back and looked up from his tablet. “Hey, gang, can we talk about Sam?” Bruce looked up over his glasses, unaware of his timeliness.

Steve’s expression said it all. “Shit.”

Samuel Wilson shoveled food into his mouth as if he were starving. A few people wandered in and out of the kitchen while Bucky looked on, mortified.

“You’re gonna get sick, buddy,” Bucky said as if he too would be sick.

“I’m in training, man. I lost so much muscle mass—it’s a bitch to put back on.” Sam gulped from the huge water bottle he carried everywhere.

“Glad to see your mood improved after sleep.”

“Bite me,” Falcon coughed between fork-fulls.

He ignored that rousing invitation. “You seemed to respond well to Samantha,” Bucky started.

“Lil’ Sam,” the hungry, hungry hippo corrected.

“—so I thought she could help us out the next few flights. What do you think?”

“Whatever.” Sam continued to eat. Bruce had warned Bucky not to expect much real interaction from Wilson. After waking up, the onslaught of high brain activity had plateaued, and his personality was still recovering, if it was coming back at all. Wilson’s moods still jumped around, and his focus was erratic. Bruce had suggested trying some unconventional, new methods of acclimating Falcon back into the team. This was as good of an idea as any other.

To Bucky’s surprise, Samantha jumped at the chance to help, and he could she her projection sitting on the disc in the yard as he and Falcon approached. He was even more surprised when Little Sam took the reins right away.

“Tell you what, Big Sam,” she started, smiling, an odd thing to see for the first time on a projection. It seemed foreign somehow. “You beat me at cards, and you can skip flying today. Deal?”

Wilson perked up immediately. He stood straighter. He smirked. He bounced in his step, what he’d several times described to Bucky as ‘swagger.’ “You’re on. That’s what I’m talking about. See?” He glared at Bucky, “not everything has to be serious.”

Samantha dealt cards onto her platform, scooting off to lean only her face and arms into the projection, and Falcon took off his flight pack and curled up in front of the circle like a kid with a new toy. Bucky watched for a few minutes. Wilson stayed excited, fun, sarcastic, and competitive, but even when Samantha had a good hand that beat his, Wilson playful congratulated her. He never got cranky; he never snapped at her. Bucky left them outside, keeping a watchful eye from just inside the building. He couldn’t tell who was winning the entire time because they both seemed so genuinely excited for each other. The two Sams clearly joked and chided each other, talked animatedly, and finally, both threw up their hands in shock.

Samantha did a small victory dance while Wilson pressed his comm. “Alright, Barnes, it’s flight time. Fair and square.”

The whole practice was derailed by Samantha’s intermittent challenges for Falcon to fly in a certain way or pattern, once was hands flat by his sides like Iron Man launching, another was a figure eight, but Bucky didn’t mind as soon as he figured out what she was doing. He never caught her eye to confirm, but Samantha deliberately asked Wilson questions during flight, rehashed old memories, and left small details for Wilson to correct. Bucky suspected she was testing him, yet Wilson became his old self for the first time in half a year.

Sixty minutes became ninety. Ninety minutes became three hours, and still, Falcon flew strong. He’d successfully flown by a neural link alone twice without noticing because Samantha suggested he show off his dance moves. After a particularly fluid, in-flight Bruno Mars impression, Bucky clapped for Falcon’s achievement, assuming Samantha was equally impressed. When he turned to look, however, she wasn’t on the platform anymore. He could only see a combat boot on its side at the circle's edge.

“Sam,” he called, “did you trip?”

The foot did not move.

“Samantha,” Bucky tried with more urgency, “are you okay? Say something. We can’t see you.”

There was a quiet moan, and the foot dragged off out of view. “Ow…”

“Seriously, are you alright?”

“Lil’ Sam, come on. What’s up?” Wilson sauntered up. “You still got two left feet?” Bucky could hear the calm tone, but Wilson’s face showed only concern. They stood looking into thin air, helpless, unable to even reach out a hand.

Finally, a hand stuck itself into their view and gave a shaky thumbs up. A strained chuckle vibrated through the speakers. “I—I—just I need to eat is all.” Her voice was too quiet.

“What the hell? How long has it been since you ate?” Bucky put his hand to his forehead, demanding, “go into my place and eat something. You fainted.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll go lie down too.”

“I’ll send someone to check on you,” Bucky added.

“No,” Samantha said, leaning into the circle, her face stern, “I’m not built like you guys. I’ll just rest and see you tomorrow.” She switched off the platform from Wakanda.

“What’s wrong with Lil’ Sam?” Wilson stopped immediately in front of Bucky, so close Bucky could feel his breath. “Is she sick? Why didn’t she come home? She should be here.” The anger rose quickly in his voice.

Bucky raised his arms defensively without touching Sam. “Honestly, I don’t know. I wasn’t told to bring her back, and—” He stopped, himself a little hurt by the reality. “No one…” Wanted her home? That was a cruel way to put what seemed like a simple oversight. Asked her home? Did a Stark actually need to be asked to do anything? She could feasibly do whatever the hell she wanted, and did from what he saw. Remembered her? Bucky had to admit that he repeatedly forgot about Sam until he found a use for her today. “You’ll see her tomorrow, Sam. I’ll make sure of it. She’s fine. I’m looking after her.”

Falcon stormed off, knocking him against the shoulder hard as he passed. “You better,” he hissed and mumbled about food on his way inside. The quick turn of his friend’s dark mood shocked Bucky. They’d been doing so well.

Bucky thought back to years ago when Wilson had been so ashamed of falling out of touch with Samantha. How close had they really been? He flicked back through the recording of their card game.

“—I definitely taught you how to bluff better than that—”

“—when you trained me to beat Nate with that trick shot before his basketball tryouts? He was pissed for weeks—I studied all the birds around the farm. I was gonna tell you all about them on your next visit—”

“—I should have taught you a good punch for those kids who called you that—”

It reminded Bucky of all the fellow soldiers at Lehigh who took over parenting him after his father’s accident. He had pieces of friendship and advice from everyone, but he remembered how sometimes the niceties only made him feel his loss more deeply. No single person could replace his father, and the more and more support he got, the more alone he felt when no one was around. His own father had died though; how did Sam feel knowing her father was still alive but took no part in raising her?

Bucky had always understood Stark’s perspective, perhaps because he felt so deeply responsible for how Tony became the man he was. Tony lost his parents to violent, evil forces, and after a period of burying his head in a bottle, he worked constantly to stop that from happening to anyone else. It was a full-time, all-time, forever job that only grew bigger and more complicated as the years went on. Now Earth needed two super soldiers, demigods, aliens, lab accidents, young drug-created recruits, and a veritable army of Inhumans running whole departments in every region just to keep evil at bay. Giving up on that to raise just one child alone, without her mother, the love of his own life, was such a foreign skill set, why wouldn’t he have outsourced it?

After all the pain he put those he assassinated through, Bucky would never choose to be tortured by reliving what he’d done to their families. He would admit it, go through it for their benefit if he must, but if he didn’t have to, he would hide in a shitty apartment in Romania. Which is exactly what he did once. So Bucky had never blamed Tony for living separately from his daughter. Bucky shoved his head in the sand, hoping the world would heal and move forward without him; Tony dove head-first into protecting the whole world and hoped his daughter would be safer for it.

She was safer, in a way, but Samantha wasn’t really Tony’s kid anymore. She wasn’t really anyone’s kid entirely, and even though the responsibility had been spread thin over a dozen or so people over the years, no one, in particular, claimed her. Big Sam and Little Sam had obviously started a friendship that looked like family, but it died somewhere over the last decade. Bucky stood mesmerized by the ease at which the Sams picked up interacting with each other; he’d never seen Samantha so comfortable, friendly even. It was a little unnerving, like watching a stage performance before the curtain closed.

The footage paused when a message from Samantha popped up on his tablet. “Big Sam counts cards without knowing it. Can be distracted from doing it, but is capable of complex cognitive tasks he could not previously do. Tell Bruce.”

So, she really was testing him. Smart girl.

[Chapter 20: Nourish]

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