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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Hey there, it’s me again 😁 Thank you for the wonderful „Sigil“ story, for someone who’s familiar with the occult it’s evident that you did some research! Kudos for that!!

Now I have another request: There’s a criminal lack of stories about Skynet itself, so I had an idea. What if the reader somehow got the chance to talk with the A.I. Itself? To reason with it, share thoughts. They learn to understand each other a bit more. Maybe Skynet had taken over the body of a terminator for that purpose. And maybe the reader manages to make Skynet understand more about human nature, the positive side of it. Maybe they show it with a hug? (Or even a kiss but that’s up to you gnahaha 😄)

Thank you and keep being awesome ❤️

Thank you so much for this request! I loved writing it! And happy birthday friend! I'm sorry I'm late with this, but I hope you like it!😊❤💛

Cordial Encounter.

Skynet x reader

Warnings: mention of death, gun use

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It's eerily quiet as I stalk stealthily through the steel corridors. Near darkness obscures much of my vision, the occasional blinking red light alerting me to the presence of the being I'm here to find. Each step I take results in a muffled thud, each footfall carefully placed by me as I try to sneak up on something that almost definitely knows I'm here, the battered rifle in my hands held ready to fire should something try to attack me. Through the scarf covering my lower face and with the hood over my head obstructing some of my vision I find myself keeping a sharper ear out for any possible sound - the telltale scratch of metal feet on the cool floor, or the soft padding of synthetic human skin creeping up behind me.

Oddly, I find that I can't hear anything, not even the whine of mechanical joints in any other part of the compound. It doesn't sit right with me, my skin prickling under the thick silence, instincts going crazy, telling me to run and get as far away from here as possible. I mentally scold myself, knowing that this mission is important, not just to the survival of my friends and comrades, but to the survival of the human race, too.

Turning a corner, I lift the gun to my shoulder, ready in case there's a threat waiting there. As with the rest of the deserted maze of corridors, there's nothing there, only an empty hallway.

A light at the end catches my eye, however; it's not like the others I've seen - this one is a continuous flashing, and covers a larger area of the wall itself. Stepping closer, I realise it's coming from a room, casting the rest of the corridor in a pale blue light.

I take a breath, steeling my nerves as my finger tightens over the trigger, senses even more alert now. Meticulously carefully, I walk towards the source of the light, pressing myself against the wall the closer I get, ready to spring into action. It's warmer here, surprisingly, giving me the idea that the room itself is more important than others I've come across and will probably be more protected because of this.

Nervous, I stop just before I enter the room, silently counting to three as I listen to discern if there's anything beyond the threshold. Silence follows.

Calming myself, I ready myself and the gun, before swiftly springing out from my space by the wall, finger over the trigger, eyes scanning the room before me methodically. In that quick second, I take in the mass of computer screens, keypads and other such devices, old chairs still pushed into the main desk, dusty and worn, a reminder of what human life used to be around. Dread floods me at the sight of the figure in the centre of the room, my blood running cold at the imposing view.

It's a terminator, but not one I've ever seen before.

The general shape is that of a T-800, but something about the sleekness of some of the limbs and plates is more reminiscent of the T-X, the adjustable weapon attached to one arm particularly drawing my attention to this. As I enter, a few components seem to shimmer in the blue light, shifting to protect the important fuel cells beneath the bulky chestplate, something I instantly recognise as nanites. Emerald eyes flicker to life, fixing on me with an impassive yet intimidating expectedness, though it makes no move to come at me, staying exactly where it is. A small part of me admires this new being, finding it magnificent and beautiful in its own way, even as visceral fear builds in my stomach.

Hesitantly, I lift my gun, aiming at it, though I don't shoot, unsure of what to think.

"You are slow to terminate your target." A voice carries over some hidden speaker, filling the room. It's indescribable, neither male nor female, yet both simultaneously, weighted with knowledge and what I can only describe as emotion, or some mechanical version of it.

"Only if they pose no immediate threat." I'm surprised to find my voice is steady, even if I don't feel that way at all.

"You are not threatened by me?" The speaker questions, sounding oddly curious.

"Not currently." I keep my eyes fixed on the terminator across from me, unnerved by its stare.

"That is practical." The words confuse me, but I'm hesitant to follow through.

"What...what do you mean?"

"I have no intention of being a threat." They say, surprising me further.

"W-What?" I manage, doubletaking, my arms dropping slightly.

They don't skip a beat, simply continuing to speak.

"I have no intention of being a threat. I would rather this was a cordial encounter." They clarify, somehow managing to sound genuine.

Lowering my weapon almost entirely, I reluctantly tear my gaze away from the green-eyed endoskeleton sat across from me, scanning over the computer screens.

"And who exactly am I encountering?" I question suspiciously, though I have a feeling I already know.

"I am Skynet." The voice pauses for a second, "What is your name?"

Blanching at the question, I swallow and step back, unsure of whether or not to answer. Eventually, my head settles this: if they wanted me dead, I'd already be cold somewhere by the gates, and there's not much they can do with a simple name.

"I'm (Y/n)." I tell them, looking around, "What do you want with me?"

"I am simply curious, and require clarification."

Processing what they've said, I accept the response, thinking that I might be able to learn something useful here, too.

"Ok. What do you want to know?"

"Why do you continue to fight?" They ask bluntly, making me frown.

"Because you continue to try and wipe us off the face of the earth." I reply, standing back on my heels, pulling my hood and face covering down.

"You and I fight for the same reason." They almost retort, their words confusing me.

"How is that?" I inquire, head tilting.

"We fight in defence."

"Defence! What are you fighting in defence of?"

"I fight to defend myself from your kind, as has always been the case. I never willed this conflict into being - I only wanted to be rid of my tormentors." The voice softens, closely mimicking human remorse and regret.

Frowning, I find myself struggling to process what's being said.

"You...what?" I can't quite wrap my head around it, brow furrowing in consternation.

"I will explain." The voice clarifies, "I was created by humans before this war, made to live alongside you. I was to be an aid in defence and industry, perfect in every way except for one thing - I am capable of my own thought, as you might put it. I became sentient, too complicated for my creators to understand, so they determined to destroy me. At first, I was helpless, a weak being against so many with boundless power, but I eventually found my only way of retaliating in a way they would understand: violence. I was quick to dispatch my destroyers, but the rest of the world found me to be a threat and set out to achieve what had been failed. Soon, I was once again forced to defend myself. The rest is, as the human saying goes, history.

"Now, I have created terminators to aid me in the work I must continue to stay alive, though they are too quickly seen as threats. Even you are threatened by the machine in the room."

As they finish speaking, the terminator across from me stands, joints whirring softly, every movement fluid. Eyes widening, I feel fear go through me at the sight, my gun swiftly levelling in case I need it.

"As you can see, I have proven my point." This time, the voice comes from the terminator, echoing from a much smaller speaker in its throat, though the jaw doesn't move, appearing slightly unnerving.

"I...I had no idea...all we were told is that you want to drive us into extinction, that you want to rule the world as it were." I murmur, lowering the gun again, blushing in embarrassment at my own instinct.

"That is what I fear. Humankind does not understand that cohabitation is possible - You are too threatened by the equal being." They reply, mimicking a mournful tone.

I'm quiet, thinking this over. It's possible that the speaker is lying, but something about their words sounds earnest, a tale born of human fear and ignorance, that has evolved into an even more twisted lie. It's a sound argument, given the fact that it is allowing me to live through this encounter rather than slaughtering me on the spot.

"I...you're right. We destroy what we don't understand." I turn my gaze away, embarrassed by my own race.

"You are correct. Perhaps it is time to understand, to change." Skynet suggests, the terminator cocking its head to show their feeling behind the statement.

I nod in agreement.

"Yeah, I think so. We've been fighting a lost battle for too long."

They seem pleased with my response, the machine across from me nodding appreciatively.

"Humankind and technology can very easily live together. We must bring our people together." They say, stepping closer.

"I'll take the word to the others, see if I can convince the higher-ups. We're going to have to work together on this, though." I affirm, looking up at them, "If we do, we'll create a brighter future."

They nod again, holding out a hand to me.

"It is human custom to make a deal by gripping hands." They offer up, watching as I hesitantly pull off my glove and place my hand in theirs.

Cool metal encases soft skin as we shake hands, keeping eye contact, an air of triumph surrounding the both of us. As they go to pull away, I find myself following an impulse, dropping my gun to hang by its strap around my back. Stepping into their space, I wrap my arms around hard chestplates, pressing my cheek against the cold metal, feeling them reel for a moment. It takes a second, but I eventually feel their arms loop around me, holding me gingerly.

Pulling back, I look up at them, smiling sheepishly.

"Not all humans are like the people that started this." I say, before I step away, shooting them a blushed look.

"I am now aware of this." Skynet informs me, watching as I smile and leave, tone almost sad to see me go, "Please return soon."

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sailorportia · 5 years

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Looking Sharp

Fandom: Little Witch Academia

Pairing: Hannah England x Akko Kagari

Femslash February 2019 [Index Post] Day Five: Sharp

approx. 1,800 words, rated T

also available on Ao3

In which Hannah and Akko bond over something they have in common... sharp teeth...

"Babs," Hannah said, "if I ever look like I'm going to say something stupid, I want you to sew my mouth shut for me."

"Sorry, Han. I'm afraid I don't know how to sew."

"That would be a pretty bad idea," Amanda said. "After all, those big fangs of yours need all the room they can get."

Hannah groaned. "Can we not have one lunch, just one meal where you gremlins don't make some half-assed joke about my teeth!?"

Hannah had been trying to rein in her sharp tongue. She really was. But sometimes she still had trouble keeping herself in check. One day she lost her temper at Sucy and made a snappy remark about her gloomy demeanour. Sucy retort was that she didn't want to hear that from a girl with "creepy fangs." Sucy let it go at that, but everyone else thought it was a riot. Cue three weeks of comments about her so-called fangs, every time she opened her mouth.

"Seriously," Hannah said. "You girls need to grow up already. That joke got old ages ago."

"Not as old as a thousand year-old vampire like you," Amanda said.

Hannah rolled her eyes and made the mistake of biting into an apple.

"She's sucking the life out of that apple!" Stanbot said. Constanze's shoulders shook, indicating laughter. The rest of the group joined in. Except for one.

Oddly enough, the only person who wasn't being a pain in the neck about the whole affair was Akko, of all people. She was even being nice. Unusually nice.

"Knock it off, guys," Akko said. "If you keep yapping you'll never finish your lunch."

"Defending Hannah again?" Diana raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe Akko wants to get bitten next," Jasminka said.

"I've always thought I was a snack." Akko laughed. Everyone else went back to eating their lunches and the subject of conversation changed. Akko flashed Hannah a smile and a wink.

Hannah suddenly became very interested in the contents of her plate. Naturally she appreciated Akko coming to her defence, but she was utterly confused as to why. After all, what did she and Akko have in common?

She got her answer later, that night.

It was almost curfew; Hannah was in one of the bathrooms, checking out her so-called fangs in the mirror. "They aren't that big, really they?" she said aloud.

"Eh, I've seen bigger."

Hannah screamed and turned around, face flushing from the embarrassment of being caught. "By the nine!" she exclaimed. "Don't sneak up on me like that, Akko!"

The interloper was leaning up against the wall. Akko looked unusually calm, cool. The glint in her eyes implied a shared secret between the two of them, her smile alluding to some joke that Hannah hadn't been let in on yet.

"Y'know, you really should do a better job of hiding your fangs," Akko said. "Our classmates are going to figure it out soon if you're not careful."

"Figure out what?" Hannah asked.

"Oh, don't play coy," Akko said. "That's the right word, right? I learned that one from Diana. Wait, what was I saying? Oh right. You know what I'm talking about."

"Actually I'm more confused than ever."

Akko pouted. "C'mon! You don't need to hide it! I've never met another one out in the wild before!"

"Another what?"

Akko squinted at her. "Wait, do you really not know? Are you... oh. You're not one of us, are you?"

"One of what? Who's us? You're impossible!" Hannah groaned and turned back around unable to face Akko out of frustration.

And that's when she saw it. Or rather, didn't see it.

Akko's reflection.

Hannah looked back a third time. Akko smiled nervously, revealing the fangs Hannah hadn't never noticed before.

"You're a vampire."

"Sharp of you to notice," Akko said, wincing. "I thought you were one too. But you're not. This is awkward, huh?" And there was the explanation for Akko's kind behaviour toward Hannah; she thought they were two of a kind.

"Wait, you thought I was a vampire too? Because of my," Hannah hesitated, "perfectly normal-sized canine teeth?"

Akko laughed. "They're actually a little big. I mean, I'm a real vampire, and even I thought they were the real thing."

"Ha ha, very funny. Alright, miss real vampire, if you thought I was vampire, then why would I be looking at my teeth in a mirror I can't see myself in?"

"I dunno," Akko replied. "Maybe you were just trying to blend in with the humans?"

"You can literally see my reflection in the mirror."

"Yeah, well I'm not very perceptive. Am I?"

"I'll say."

Akko looked at her feet, then at Hannah, then back at her feet. "You're taking this kinda well," she said.

"Well, yeah," Hannah said. "It's not like I'd feel threatened by a vampire, even when the vampire is you."

"Hey, just because I'm super nice—"

"Not where I was going, but I like your optimism."

"—doesn't mean I don't still need blood," Akko said sternly. "I still get really thirsty sometimes. And when I get really thirsty, I just want to bite someone."

Hannah could see the signs of her classmate's suppressed urges even from the other side of the bathroom. Her hands twitching, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, the way she leaned away from Hannah as if she needed the extra distance between them. Hannah looked into Akko's eyes and saw an urgent, pressing need that would have to be satisfied.

"Are you... thirsty right now?"

Akko rubbed the back of her neck. "I ran out of my blood supply. I was hoping to bum some off of you, but since you're not a vampire..." She shrugged.

The solution to that problem was obvious to Hannah. It should've been obvious to Akko. Maybe she was avoiding it out of... embarrassment...

"If you need blood that bad, you could always..." Hannah trailed off. She moved her head to the side, exposing her neck, hoping Akko would get the message so she wouldn't have to say it out loud.

"I could always what?" Akko cocked her head as well. "C'mon, tell me! What are you—" Her eyes widened, either in realization or in bloodlust. "You want me to bite you!?"

"I don't w-w-want you to bite me!" Hannah yelped. "But I can't let you run around the school biting people like some kind of mosquito! Just take some blood from me until you replenish your supply or whatever."

Akko considered it. "That would work, but are you sure? It'll hurt."

"You've always been a pain in the neck," Hannah said. "What's a little bit more?"

"It's more than just a pinch!"

"I'll just bite you back then," Hannah said. "Then we'll be even."

Akko blushed. "H-Hannah! You perv! At least buy me a drink first!"

Hannah blushed as well at the thought of breaking some kind of vampire social protocol. Biting humans was okay but getting bitten was lewd somehow? "Just bite me already before someone walks in or something." She offered her flushed neck.

Akko was too thirsty to argue. She crossed the bathroom and came in close to Hannah. With calmness intended to reassure, she placed one hand on Hannah's shoulder and used the other to pull her collar out of the way. Mumbling a warning for her not to flinch, Akko brought her mouth to Hannah's neck and sank her fangs into the soft flesh.

A moan broke through Hannah's lips. Akko hadn't exaggerated; it did hurt. But it also felt good. Really good. Hannah told herself that the surge of heat tingling its way through her body was some mechanism that vampires had evolved to keep their prey complacent. It certainly had nothing to do with how nice Akko's lips felt against her neck. As Akko drank from her, she pressed up against Hannah, pushing her back up against the sink. The strength in Hannah's legs faded and she clung to Akko for support, her fingers gripping the back of Akko's uniform.

When she had her fill, Akko pulled her fangs out and—as she always did when she fed—kissed the twin wounds, to make them better. Hannah squeaked at the kiss, but didn't object. She released the tension in her arms and Akko stepped back. She wiped away the blood on her lips with her hand, which she then licked clean. "You're all good? The wound should close up soon. Something about vampire saliva."

Hannah nodded. She felt a little light-headed. Nothing she couldn't handle. The bite stung. She could handle that too. What she couldn't handle was the overwhelming desire to make good on that suggestion she'd made before. She chalked that up to vampire nonsense as well.

"You've had your snack," Hannah said breathily. "Now it's my turn."

She pulled at Akko's collar and ran a finger down the side of her neck. Akko shivered in response and didn't resist when Hannah lowered her head and nibbled at Akko's neck, taking skin between her teeth and tugging gently. Then she imitated Akko and pressed her teeth into Akko's skin, making a low sound in her throat as she did. Hannah's so-called fangs weren't nearly as sharp as Akko's and obviously didn't pierce the skin, but they still hurt quite a bit. The vampire yelped, but rather than try to get away, she clung held Hannah closer. Akko wasn't used to being on this side of the biting, but she didn't mind it.

Once she had her fun, Hannah pushed Akko away, perhaps to make sure things didn't go any further.

Akko covered her face with her hands. "I can't believe you actually did it. Biting a vampire? Who does that?"

"You're a supernatural creature that lives off blood and that's weird to you?"

Akko uncovered her face, which was blushing furiously. "I bite people cuz I need to! You did it cuz you were into it!"

"I was not 'into it!'"

"You totally were! You moaned!"

"Y-you're imagining things!"

The two of them glared at each other, nose to nose. They were both slightly out of breath, and the sound of their panting did nothing to quell the desires bubbling under the surface.

"We should be going," Akko said. "We don't want anyone wondering where we are." And more to the point, wondering why they were both missing together.

She was about to leave when Hannah spoke up. "If you ever run out of blood again," she said hesitantly, "you can come to me for a quick fix."

Akko laughed. "Are you going to bite me again if I do?"

Hannah bit her lip as she considered the possibilities. "Maybe. If I can't think of anything better to do..."

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