#((ooc: this will probably go on for a little while so don't worry about rushing or missing out))

[nellx3whathavewehere]

The sun keeps the grass warm and bright while the sounds of the river running over the rocks creates a pleasant background noise. The sun is still in the sky, but would set in a matter of hours.

Nell drags a wagon full of supplies to the flattened area and ties up her hair as she's setting up a few chairs for her VIPs - the portal gang and herself of course. She takes out a few blocks to serve as a table for anyone who may have brought snacks to share.

Everything was in place, including the extra compost bins. Nell proudly wore her new flower crown with her outfit and repeatedly counted the veggie dogs in her cooler to make sure everyone would be able to have a serving if they wanted.

A few early birds arrived with their own chairs and the good vibes had begun.

"Help yourself to a veggie dog, dawg. I hope you enjoy the party! I'm gonna put on some tunes."

((Any asks with '🔥' or comments or reblogs to this post for however long this goes on, will be replied to with semi lit style for Bonfire Party. This is like a 'frozen-in-time' event so it might last all week irl, but in the RP world it's just a few hours))

[realcube]

NEED you to write more for kiyoomi i am BEGGING

SEA STONE ☽｡⋆

synopsis ☀ you're at the beach with sakusa and play a little prank on him!

tags/tws ☀ omi being sassy smh, mentions of drowning, sappyyyy, timeskip but sfw, maybe ooc idk & fluff

wc ☀ 1.4k

you ask sakusa to go to the beach with you and he agrees. it's that simple.

had atsumu or hinata witnessed that, they'd likely think you used some sort of black magic on him or a mind control spell. and in a way, you do have him in an — almost supernatural — trance. he's utterly bewitched by you.

so if going to beach is what it took to see even a glimpse of that pretty smile of yours, it was infinitely worth. although, as one may imagine, he's not a big fan of the beach. sand clinging to body, blistering heat beating down on him, limited space packed with sweaty bodies, amateaur volleyball; it's all just very unpleasant.

but he finds a way to deal with it. he rolls out his towel and umbrella, to protect him from the sun, and settles down with a good book. though he's only partially reading it, he's mostly watching you frolic through the water and mess around with the damp sand. you were so playful and fun, it enchanted him. occasionally you'd run back up to where he is to plant a kiss on his cheek or ask him to reapply sunscreen on your back, that was his favourite part.

you understood sakusa's adversity to the ocean — there's definitely some gross stuff in there — but you just loved swimming too much. gliding through the cool water, the seaweed tickling your skin and waves crashing gently against you. it's a once-in-a-year experience that you had to enjoy, but if sakusa didn't want to do it with you, that was alright, it was already sweet enough that he agreed to come with you. although he never outright said he didn't want to swim, you got that impression from the fact he was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt and matching trousers.

eventually, the sun began to cast an orange glow as it slowly set over the horizon, and many people had packed their things and left by now, so you figure it's about time you and sakusa do the same. as you're walking back towards him, you feel your ring slip off your finger a bit, but you promptly push it back on.

that is, until you have an idea.

a harmless prank, really. you take your ring off and slip it under the material of your top, then you rush over to sakusa with a frantic expression, to which he looks up with immediate concern.

" 'omi! i think i lost my ring in the ocean and i'm not sure what to do! i swear i had it on me when i came over here the las—"

sakusa hastily places his book down and stands up, resting a hand upon your wet shoulder and quickly interjecting, "don't worry, (y/n). we'll find it."

you nod while clutching your hand, your look downwards, which he assumes is out of shame but really you are trying to hide the evil smirk creeping onto your face.

"do you think it may be in the sand?" he asks, collecting the towel off of the ground to wrap up your poor, trembling figure.

you shake your head, "no, it probably slipped off while i was swimming."

sakusa sighs out of his nose. that is exactly what he didn't want to hear. "alright, honey." without another word, he relucantly starts making his way over to the shore, with you following suit.

just as he reaches it, he bites his lip, standing right before where the sea meets the sand, watching intently as the water spills forward against his toes. you stand behind him, snug in the towel, and prompt, "are we gonna look?"

he looks at you over his shoulder, with a dull glint in his eyes. the ocean is just so disgusting, filled with all sorts of creatures, and he loathed getting wet, it was such an annoyance. but seeing your sweet face, knowing your longing for something, what kind of husband would he be if he didn't at least try to help? he'd do anything to stop you from being sad. though he did momentarily consider perhaps just buying another ring.

without any further delay, sakusa puffed out his chest and rolled up his trousers to his knees and hesitantly stepped into the ocean, cringing at the feeling of sand between his toes. the contaminated water making contact with his pristine white trousers also killed him a little, but it's all worth it for you, to see that smile.

speaking off which, once he was knees-deep, he turned around to look and furrowed his brows when he noticed you hadn't entered yet, "(y/n). aren't you going to look with me?"

you shake your head, wearing a cheesy grin on your face that only confuses him more. "it's okay, kiyoomi. i was only kidding about my ring being lost. look, here it is." you pull it out from it's hiding place and slip it back onto your finger, "i just wanted to see if you would get into the water and help me look for it."

sakusa sighed, again. ususally something like this would piss him off, but you only amused him. "of course i would, (y/n). i'd do anything for you, i thought you knew that."

you blush a tad at your husband's kind words, then motion for him to come out of the water. "you're the best, omi. but you can get out of the water now."

he blinks, looking down at his feet sunk into the sand, "this isn't as bad as i thought. maybe next time we c—"

"no, seriously, omi, get out!—" you try to leap forward and grab his hand to pull him out but it's too late. the big wave you had seen rushing towards you came with such speed and ferocity that it knocked sakusa right off his feet, leading to him falling back into the water.

thankfully, you are able to grab his arm in time to help him upright again, so he isn't submerged for too long. and although some may say you just saved his life, he doesn't look awfully impressed with you after he gasps for air and wipes the salt water away from his eyes, with a single seaweed draped over his shoulder like a very ugly shawl.

fully soaked now, he grits, "let's just go."

rather unbothered by the tide, considering you were already wet from swimming, you nod sympathetically and lock arms with your boyfriend, guiding him back to your stuff while trying your best not to burst out laughing, "good idea."

he huffs and tosses a strand of dripping hair away from his face, "seems like i'm the only one who has those anymore."

"you've been spending too much time with atsumu. his attitude has really rubbed off on you." you titter, gathering all your stuff, "or maybe that wave knocked all the sense out of you."

"that might be true. the ocean does make people stupider, clearly." sakusa raises his eyebrows, watching you take all the stuff while stands with his arms crossed.

"oh wow, maybe i should've left you out there for longer. maybe instead of my ring, you could've found yourself some manners." you throw the blanket at him, since he isn't holding anything, which he catches frantically.

"you're ring wasn't even there to begin with." he turns around to look at the ocean, catch off-guard by how gorgeous it look in the sunset.

"and neither were your manners!" you retort, glancing at him to see his reaction, only to find him staring off into the distance. you follow his gaze and gasp slightly at the ethereal sight.

it's sobering, watching the golden sun lower over the ocean, casting a hue pink and orange over the sparkling water. the perfect end to the perfect day. it made you wonder if you'd ever see something so beautiful ever again, though that's not a thought you shared with sakusa, as he knew he'd wake up next to you tomorrow.

he gulped and turned to you, and you beamed at him, instantly leaping into his arms. he stumbled a little but quickly found his balance and held you against him, close.

"thank you for coming with me today, 'omi. i had so much fun."

he smiled against your damp hair, and kisses your jaw, "you don't need to thank me. going anywhere with you is always my pleasure." his hands run down your arm until they find yours, and they graze the back of your fingers, brushing over your glittering ring, "because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

[anime97-99]

Hey, I just realized something.

TBV chapter 2: After 3 years of meeting again, Sarada's first words to Boruto weren't "Boruto! Where's my dad!?". It's suspicious that Boruto came back alone, why isn't she worried about her dad? Why doesn't she ask any questions about Sasuke?

TBV chapter 5: Boruto said "While still doubting his memory…he risked his life to save mine. For you, Sarada." And you know what Sarada did? She hugged Boruto instead of listening to what Boruto was saying. Is hugging Boruto more important than asking about Sasuke's situation?

TBV chapter 6: Sarada sat on the bench worrying about the hug, thinking "But I don't know what should I talk about. There are so many things I want to ask…". Shouldn't she ask about Sasuke first? Then Boruto had to take the initiative to tell what happened to Sasuke: "My master was absorbed into the "ten tails"". And Sarada's reaction? She was just a little surprised, not shocked, not sad, not worried, not regretful… Shouldn't she feel responsible for this? It was Sarada who begged Sasuke to save Boruto in chapter 80. All of the above plus Sasuke's reaction to Naruto's supposed death made me conclude that: Kishi really ignored the Boruto manga and Ike's writing skills are too weak. We should prepare for the worst by writing an essay proving Sasuke is OOC or we can ignore it and continue enjoying the story. But honestly, I'm still praying that I'm wrong and you're right.

Yeah, you can tell that the writing is messy, there are three different writing styles in Boruto. First, there's Kodachi, whose style felt more like a slice-of-life. Then, Kishimoto's distinct style, which has a stronger shonen vibe. And finally, Ikemoto, who seems more inclined toward a seinen tone. Though, this is probably a shared interest with Kishimoto, since he took over Kodachi’s position to spice things up.

The thing is, if you suddenly want to turn such a long-running and popular shonen into a seinen, it's going to be difficult, and the writing will inevitably get messy. Not only because Ikemoto is still new to this, but also because they suddenly want to explore the characters in a much more sinister way. Such a drastic shift is hard to pull off. How do you go from a slice-of-life tone to what Boruto is now in just 80 chapters? It feels rushed and half-baked simply because it's not an easy transition. They should take their time instead!!

Still, even if Ikemoto’s writing style is different from Kishimoto’s, the core ideas are probably set by him. What Ikemoto has to write is likely guided by Kishimoto. I feel like Kishimoto is the one who suggests or decides what will be explored in the manga, while Ikemoto is the one developing it. That’s why, when reading, you can see Kishimoto’s ideas present, but the execution feels different since Ikemoto is in charge of the writing. At the end of the day, I’m sure that if Kishimoto didn’t like the direction, he would take over the writing himself, just like he did with Kodachi.

Now, analyzing Sarada's character, she seems fine with Sasuke, which feels like a stark contrast to how she was as a kid and makes her seem oddly out of character. I hope this is later explained, but if not, I suppose it could be related to Sumire’s accusations that Sarada doesn’t think about how others feel. I don’t think Sarada is selfish, but it’s true that she can be a bit dense and careless at times. This actually aligns with Naruto’s character. Naruto sometimes came across as selfish, but in reality, he was just naive. For example, after the Pain arc, when Tsunade was in a coma, Naruto was really upset but didn’t think to comfort Sakura, even though she was the one most affected and was actually comforting him instead. That wasn’t selfishness, it was naivety. For both Naruto and Sarada.

And also I wanted to point this out…

Did Sasuke agree to help Boruto only because of Sarada, or was there another reason?

…

But it could also be that Kishimoto got tired of the franchise and decided to leave Boruto entirely to Ikemoto. But then, why was he upset with Kodachi’s direction? Who knows. I just hope he’s still there to guide Ikemoto and co-write at times!!🙏

[chaos-cousins]

Pelliper mail: Hibiya Amamiya, mostly unharmed. He's shivering, and has a small puncture wound on one hand from an IV line, but other than that, he's physically okay.

He's clutching a McDonalds bag, and there are bandages wrapped tightly around his eyes.

Ooc this is going under a cut since it's kinda a long one

[A video is embedded.]

Hibiya is dumped on the floor of their quarters by a pelipper, shaking and shivering and holding a McDonald's bag. "Ow..."

"HIBIYA!?" Ren, Elena, and Akari shout in unison, rushing to his side, all tearing up.

"...Everyone...? Is that you...?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's us—"

Ren gasps in horror at the bandages, his face twisting into anger as he wipes a couple tears away. "What the fuck did they do to you?!"

"Did they take his eyes out?!" Akari gasps as Ren and Elena shoot her a dirty look.

Hibiya begins to shake harder at that suggestion.

Elena smiles nervously, while attempting to be reassuring. "No—hey, hey. They probably didn't take your eyes out, you'd feel it, right?"

Hibiya nods slowly. "...Yeah..."

Ren nods. "Right. Here, Satan, can you help me cut off the bandages?"

A sound of agreement is heard off-screen, and the Hisuian Samurott comes into frame and uses its seamitars to gently cut off the bandages.

The bandages fall away, as Hibiya blinks, his eyes brown and intact, and then he promptly covers his eyes, dropping the McDonalds bag, and hisses. "Gah— it's so fucking bright in here!"

"Sorry. We'll give you some time for your eyes to adjust."

"Thanks..."

"Oh! You brought more of that McDonald's thing!" Akari says, looking at the bag.

"Where'd you get McDonald's?"

"Part of a test, apparently. Wanted to see if I could eat while using Focusing Eyes. They said I could bring some back." Hibiya mumbles, slowly removing his hands from his eyes. "It's for you, Akari. There's some fries and chicken nuggets in there. I don't think its poisoned or anything."

"What's a chicken nugget?"

"Breaded chicken."

"...What's chicken?"

"...Just eat it."

Ren turns to Hibiya as Akari goes through the bag. "...Do you want to talk about what happened? Or hugs?"

"...I don't want to talk about it right now. I do want hugs."

Akari puts down the McDonalds, and wraps her arms around Hibiya, as Ren and Elena do the same.

Hibiya sobs a little, smiling. "I missed you all..."

Ren starts to sob as well. "We were so worried about you..."

Hibiya lets them hug him for a few more moments, before going, "Okay, I'm done now."

The three of them nod, and free Hibiya from their arms.

Hibiya then walks up to Ren, stands on his tiptoes, and smacks him across the face.

"Ow—what the fuck?!"

"I said I'd smack you if you blamed yourself for me getting kidnapped. You blamed yourself for me getting kidnapped. It's not your fucking fault, Ren!"

Ren rubs his face, wincing. "Okay, okay. Since when could you slap that hard?!"

The video ends there.]

[mirukosbitchywife]

obanai, rengoku, gyomei, and all four uzuis x reader

part one here

part two of hashira x a reader who nearly died fighting demons!! idk if you can tell but this was SO HARD FOR ME TO DO!!!!! this is my first time ever writing for or even about obanai and gyomei really so i struggled with it! please let me know if they're super ooc i tried my hardest but idk if i got the characterization correct!!

tengen uzui plus makio uzui, suma uzui, and hinatsuru uzui:

•you'd wake up after being taken to the butterfly mansion with suma On Top of you crying into your shirt. makio tried to let her go but hina told her to let her have this :( tengen is just sitting quietly next to your bedside, with hina and makio sitting opposite him, all three holding onto both your hands

•tengen told you your actions were very unflashy and that you worried them. they had heart attacks when the crow arrived to inform them of the situation

•suma cries at you to never be so reckless again, makio scolds you (it's how she expresses love), and hina says you should join lord tengen in retirement

•if you lose an eye or something tengen WILL insist you match his. gotta be flashy even when disabled. he's a disabled icon

•even with his long lasting injuries, tengen, suma, makio, and hina are still all shinobi so expect your physical therapy process to be intense

kyojuro rengoku:

•honestly. he's an absolute wreck. has not left your side since he was alerted of your condition, not to do anything besides use the restroom. shinobu has to wrestle him from your beside to make him eat and sleep (sleeping in a chair does not count unfortunately for him)

•is so relieved when you wake up he Literally can't stop smiling. also yelling. he's yelling a Lot. but not in a bad way of course, he's just speaking Very enthusiastically! he might even cry from happiness at seeing you alive and mostly well and moving around

•will literally do everything for you. will not let you move a muscle to do anything while you're recovering essentially. like oh you want some water? he's getting it. you need a book/pen/a blanket, literally anything that you reach for he's going no no you don't need to be moving around let me get it for you even if the item is in your reach

iguro obanai:

•is probably the only one who gives you peace. of course he's concerned, and he's been staying by your side waiting for when you wake up, but will give you space to breathe

•i'm going to assume if you like obanai you also like snakes, because when you wake up kaburamaru is wrapped around you too, he was also concerned okay :(

•would quietly tell you how much you worried him and how he had rushed there. and by that i mean he RAN nobody has ever seen him move that fast outside of battle. he was just really concerned:(

•will hiss at people who try to enter your room in the butterfly mansion. the butterfly girls and aoi are annoyed by him but just ignore it, and inosuke actually starts snorting back at his hissing and they almost actually fight.

•really reliable while you're recovering, a silent but steady presence at your side. is a little bit of a simp and will do whatever you ask bc your hurt :( of course he'll do anything for you :(

gyomei himejima:

•would be silently kneeling by your bedside in prayer with tears streaming down his face when you wake up. immediately notices when you're actually awake from the change in your breathing and immediately stands up and grabs your hands

•also another one who gives you breathing space, but is a little more clingy. might not voice it aloud but is terrified of losing you too and being alone again

•you relish in his strong but silent presence by your side, he doesn't have much to say beyond the fact he was worried about you, but he's more of an actions speak louder than words type person and is there when you need him

•an actual rock for you during your recovery. him being disabled doesn't mean he's not able to help you with your physical therapy and taking care of yourself!! very content to help you

•maybe okay. hear me out. maybe you could convince him to sneak you out and give you piggyback rides once you're well, but not completely healed enough to leave the butterfly mansion. he seems like a big softie who will give into anything that doesn't have any real consequences

[dottore-appreciation-club]

Taking bath with Dottore and washing each other's hair and then cuddling in comfy bath robes. Yeah, I'm soft.

Help me this was such a cute request I can't 😭

it took me far too long to get back into it, but I'm finally back <33

And I hope this satisfies your somft Dottore cravings, enjoy <33

𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒘/ 𝑫𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆

| fluff ☁︎ |

| no warnings , except for

maybe an ooc dottore|

⊱─── {⋅. 💊 .⋅} ───⊰

Now first off, planning the bath.

He probably only thinks about it on slow days or after one or both of you were away for a long time on some sort of mission (those ones are usually the softest times 🏃), or maybe he plans it as some sort of reward for you. Honestly depends on his mood, because this man never takes day offs.

He'd run the bath himself,

Arranging candles, scented or not, it really depends on what you prefer, making sure the water temperature is just right, picking out the soaps and shampoos, preparing the robes and towels for when you're done, setting the mood- it's all extra, yes, but he makes sure it's perfect. Every little thing is planned carefully to ensure the experience is relaxing for the both of you (Celestia knows just how exhausting it is to work for the Fatui- and he's a Harbinger, no less- man's needs some breaks too). Such a task can't be entrusted to anyone else but him.

Getting you to join him / how the bath goes in general;

Now this is the easiest part usually. At first the premise was embarrassing, definitely nerve wracking with just how intimate it was, but after some time of getting him accustomed to it he found that he really enjoys it. Definitely calms his very stressed self down– the warm water against your skins, you pressed up against him as he holds you close, the soothing scent of the candles if you're into that, and depending on what kind of tech they do and dont have (which they most likely do because... Hello??? Tech genius Dottore here???), soft music playing from some kind of radio he built for you as a gift. Half the bath wouldn't even be a bath it's just cuddling with extra steps 💀. But, although the comforting silence is nice, his favorite part is when you get to wash each other's hairs. He can't decide if he likes being on the giving or receiving end of it more- both are comforting. On one hand, when you wash his hair, the feel of your fingers scratching lightly against his scalp as you lather the shampoo would admittedly just make every single worry he has poof in that moment. No thoughts just,, soft. He's so touch starved god help. But on the other, once he gets to wash your hair he's uncharacteristically gentle- surgeon level gentle- and he definitely ends up getting distracted by playing with your hair. Again, it calms him.

After the bath,

All good things unfortunately must come to an end. That, and as comfortable as you both are, you don't want to end up looking like human raisins so you have to get out eventually. That doesn't mean the affection stops there though oh no no– he'll help dry you off if need be (it's really all just an excuse to keep touching you bc after all this he's really craving the intimacy, the touch starved fuck, but ykw it's valid he deserves it), and if you're the type to blowdry your hair after the shower for whatever reason, he'll help with that too. Once you're both in your robes he's immediately rushing to bed , hell sometimes he'll just go "fuck it" and carry you there himself.

(Yes, the bed is also made. Yes, he planned that too)

Yk how warm and cozy fluffy sheets n stuff are when they're fresh out the dryer? Yeah. That's what's set up. Best shit ever as he lays you down next to him and hold you while you both drift off to sleep- or sometimes he'll have you lay on him and vice versa. Not that he'll actually lay on you, assuming you're shorter than him (if you're not then he might😍), but he will rest his head on your chest just to feel your heartbeat as his own races and pounds against his chest. Being around you for so long, he's been conditioned to such closeness by now but there's no getting rid of that soft n fuzzy feeling whenever he's with you.

— CEO of the Dottore Appreciation Club

[thebigsl33p]

You Are Sick and You're Married and You Might Be Dying.

I feel like it's too early on for angst, but I can't help myself. Phoebe Bridgers + Joanna Constantine. yeah thought so. this is so OOC i couldn't help myself.

Aerico: a disease demon from Greek Folklore.

TW: Sickness/Illness, Ovarian Cancer, emetophobia (sick/vomit), demons? Sandman as deserves his own warning.

Part Two

Joanna Constantine worked. It was what she did best. When she put in the time and effort she got money. And that worked for her, especially if she could find a way to increase her fair.

Sure, her job wasn't exactly conventional. Being an actual exorcist wasn't exactly a normal career choice, but it turns out there's more demand for it than expected. Who knew? But things got really complicated when you introduced love into the mix. Demons + Joanna + Love = nothing good. Or so she thought.

But then Y/N L/N walked into her life, completely different from anything she had ever known, soft and kind. And for once Joanna Constantine found herself falling head over heels.

She looked forward to going home everyday, to falling into the arms of her lovely, beautiful girlfriend. She looked forward to cooking for her, sitting and watching shit TV with her, bathing with her, washing her hair and back, reading her to sleep and just...well...her. Joanna Constantine looked forward to Y/N as a whole.

She was her everything. She was sure she would be careful when doing her job, guard her mind well and make sure no entity could figure out that for once she had a weak spot.

But all it took was one off night, a few weeks before The Sandman's return.

Joanna had been called in to work late under an emergency.

"Babe, I'm so sorry, just- It's an emergency and-" Joanna was rushing out the door, coat being thrown over her shoulders.

"I know, don't worry." Y/N genuinely assured her, tying her coat up for her and giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Be safe."

"I will. And I'll make it up to you when I get home, I promise." Joanna's hands came up on either side of Y/N's head, pulling her in for a kiss before she was gone with a quick "I love you".

The job was easy. Actually getting the demon out of the host was light work, they tend to reveal themselves pretty quickly, as if the burning smell of sulphur wasn't already a dead giveaway.

She continued to speak, The Bible in her hand for show as if she didn't have it down to a fine art by now. And while the demon writhed and screamed and offered her immortality and riches for letting him live she ignored it. She identified it as an Aerico, a demon of the Greek, and if it wasn't for her then everyone around him would've ended up diseased and infected.

Just before she was finished with the demon, it whispered something, "You...Joanna Constantine, will pay...best keep an eye on that Y/N of yours." It giggled and then it was gone, leaving behind the smell of rotten flesh and sulphur.

Joanna winced at the scent before panic hit her. Had her mind slipped? It must've while she was chanting and now...now?

Joanna met her employer outside. The money was transferred fast in a little brown envelope and then she was gone, rushing home to make sure that her girlfriend was okay.

***

Joanna fumbled with her key in the lock, panic setting into her bones as her mind raced about what could've happened to Y/N. The moment the door opened she slammed it behind her before rushing inside and calling her lover's name.

"I'm in here!" Y/N called out from their bedroom.

She walked in to find her girlfriend spread across the bed, a glass of water by her side and a packet of pills on the bedside table, "Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess I'm fine. I just suddenly felt really tired and I had this pain in my stomach. It's probably just early period cramps, I'll sleep it off. Come join me." She folded the covers back and Joanna kicked off her shoes, took off her coat shirt and trousers and got into bed.

"What's with the concern?" Y/N asked, beginning to play with her hair.

"Just work..." Joanna answered, turning to face her girl, "Something happened. It made me anxious. Seriously, sweetheart, if something happens or you feel wrong you have to tell me."

"Alright, I will."

***

The next morning Joanna insisted that Y/N go to the doctor's, just for a general check-up.

And then, two weeks later, Y/N's diagnosis came through.

The couple were sitting in the Doctor's office, hand in hand in the chairs as the Doctor said she had some bad news, and that she was sorry. Y/N had Ovarian Cancer.

Instantly, Joanna felt overwhelmed with guilt and the first words to fall from her mouth were "Shit...Y/N, I-"

"Thank You, Doctor." Y/N said, standing from her chair, taking Joanna with her as they were still holding her hands, and simply, walked out.

There will be a part two I didn't want to put this all in one thing.

[my-mt-heart]

Everyone worries about Caryl but is anyone wondering how will they make Daryl leave Grimes children behind for the spin-off? I mean, Angela makes sure to show as his attachment to the kids and one would think that if he were to leave them at one point than they would put children under the care of someone else in CW. There was a moment when I thought Rosita would be that person by it's still Daryl who is their guardian. So, my worry is how they gonna write Daryl and without making him OOC by leaving those kids?

I don't see Rick or Michonne coming back, but I also don't see Daryl leaving Judith as I see him carrying for her deeply

I know they foreshadowed his leaving by telling Judith he would not be there always but how are they gonna do this? It drives me crazy when I think about it and it's the second thing after rushing Caryl I fear. I would hate to see a moment close to the one with Michonne leaving her kids. That was a major OOC and I don't know if I stand another.

Of course, the kids may die but would Kang kill them?

I've talked about this a bunch already, so apologies if I come off a little exasperated. I don't mean to. The very first thing you have to bear in mind is that neither Michonne nor Daryl leaving Judith and RJ are purely creative decisions. Bottom line, Michonne left because Danai wanted off the show. Daryl is leaving because he and Carol have a spinoff, and if that was already being planned before the Danai/Michonne issue cropped up, then that means Daryl was never intended to become the kids' primary caregiver in the first place. But when actors' wishes and business deals get in the way, all the writers can do is try to write around them, and often times the execution does get a little messy. It's not an ideal situation, and some suspension of disbelief may be required.

Now all that being said, I *strongly* disagree with the notion that Michonne and Daryl are acting OOC. On the contrary, I think wanting to find the love of her life she thought was dead for 6+ years is the most natural thing in the world, and yet we still saw her struggle with the decision. Why? Because of the kids. She didn't want to leave them and she probably wouldn't have except that Judith, the kid she feared would suffer in her absence, gave Michonne her blessing. Not only that, she said that the whisperers had been taken care of, which meant Michonne had no reason to think they were in immediate danger. Didn't Michonne also say something like "be good for Uncle Daryl" or something like that? I can't remember, but the point is, she had people she could trust to watch her kids while she was gone.

Speaking of Daryl, when at any point in the series has he ever implied he wanted to be a dad/caregiver? Give me one example. As far as I know, one doesn't exist. Yes, he feels like it's his duty to look after his brother's kids, yes he loves those kids wholeheartedly, but fatherhood and domesticity are not things Daryl Dixon wants for himself. This is what we've been seeing play out for his character since S10, a journey to self-discovery that will ultimately lead him to peace, freedom, and happiness in the form of being out on the open road with Carol. You're absolutely right that Daryl wouldn't just leave the kids high and dry. That would be very OOC indeed, but that's not what's happening, hence his conversation with Judith in 10x15, where it's emphasized she has tons of family. But more importantly, though it remains to be seen, I suspect that Judith is going to give Daryl (and Carol) her blessing to eliminate any guilt just like she did for Michonne. Judith and every other character for that matter know that Daryl and Carol have done everything in their power to make other people happy, and it's about damn time they start to think about their own happiness.

The kids aren't going to die because they're just not. I mean, I could go into a long explanation, but I feel like I've made this long enough so I won't.

[iwaisuke]

confessions; but not remembering it

ft. kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi x sick fem!reader

genre: fluff

masterlist

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and then i rushed bc i was getting tired 🙃 also. sakusa's is a little ooc. sorry ab that

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» the clean yet musty smell of rain filled the gym as the boys practiced. it was a surprisingly humid and rainy spring day today here in the country side of hyogo

» "achoo" you had been sneezing and coughing all day. you also had a terrible headache but took some medicine to see if it would help. the spring allergies really getting to you

» you didnt reay have the time to be worrying about yourself. As a 2nd year manager of the inarizaki team, (recommend by suna) and the boys working so hard practicing for nationals there was no way you'd let this little cold get in the way. you had to work just as hard as everyone else!

» "hold on, im about to hang up your jerseys to dry"

» "i got you guys some fresh towels!"

» "i can run and grab that coach. im headed that way anyways"

» the coach called for a short break to rest up for a bit. everyone was sore and exhausted from practicing every day. "here. i filled your water bottles up!" handing them to all the boys. "y/n you're all wet" akagi sounded concerned.

» "hm? oh its alright. I'll dry off in a minute. i took the shortcut to the drinking fountain to refill your waterbottles instead of taking the long way" you nonchalantly said. "so you ran through the rain like an idiot?" suna threw a clean towel over your damp hair and ruffled it. "suna!! stop!! you're gonna ruin my hair"

» "like i said. its alright" you reassured the boys.

» kita, on the other hand had noticed your fatigue. although he wasnt as perceptive on peoples feeling and thoughts as well as others, he could easily pick up signs like yours. he admired you dearly for how hard you always work for the team. how you willingly did anything to make them smile. how you always put others first before yours. needless to say, he had a bit of a crush on you.

» "l/n san. i think you should take a break too. there's no need for you to be running around for us while we're resting" kita assured you. "i still have a few things left on my list to do.. but afterwards I'll take a break!" kita let out a sigh. you were stubborn sometimes and kita knew you were the kind of person to not stop until you're finished.

» "I'll be right back. i gotta grab the laundry"

» making an excuse to leave, your heart was beating fast. you knew kita's words were the kind he'd say to anyone, but it made your heart feel fuzzy when he'd look out for you.

» the stone cold captain who you thought he was, actually was so kind. he was just a little awkward like you, and a little blunt with what he said sometimes. but you learned the great qualities he carries and how much he actually cares about others well being. he was a hard worker and you couldnt help but absentmindedly fall for the captain.

» running up the stairs to the second floor of the gym, you felt a shift in your step. head becoming dizzier than it was just 5 minutes ago. legs trembling, you started falling before feeling a presence behind.

» kita's arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you in efforts to not letting you fall over. "i told you to rest l/n san" kita said sternly. "you wont benefit anyone if you keep overworking like this."

» you knew kita was right, but you really didnt want to rest knowing you'll be letting the team down by not working hard.

» "i promise I'll rest as soon as im done with this one thing" pleading with kita. he let out a sigh, knowing you really wouldnt until you did finish so he allowed you to do so.

» finishing grabbing all of the dry jerseys and bringing them downstairs to pass out to everyone, you didnt really notice atsumu and osamu spiking volleyballs at each other until aran yelled

» "y/n! watch out!" honestly, you were too tired to move out of the way so you figured, it do be like that sometimes, and allowed the ball to hit you.

» or... so you had planned the ball to hit you.

» kita stood in front, blocking the impact of the spike that you had prepared yourself for. there was agitation in kita's eyes. more than you usually noticed when then twins were miss behaving. concern washing over, he looked you straight in the eyes

» "... is there something wrong kita san?" lifting up his hand to your forehead, he let out a sigh. "why didnt you tell me earlier you had a fever", then walking over to the coach meanwhile atsumu and osamu come over to apologise for being reckless.

» "get your stuff. we're going home" kita said bluntly.

» "huh? but practice is-"

» "please l/n san. for me"

» kita would only take yes for an answer this time. no if's ands or buts. so here you were, walking home with kita. only the sound of raindrops hitting your shared umbrella being heard.

» muscles starting to ache a little more and your legs becoming more tired than they were when you left the gym, you began to walk a little slower every step

» "get on my back l/n" "its ok kita san, i can walk. its already enough that you're walking me home" "i didnt ask if you wanted to. im telling you to"

» you couldnt tell if it was the fever that made your face warmer or if it was kita's words. nonetheless, you got on kita's back. he was a lot stronger than he looked and you couldnt help but stifen at being so close to your own crush like this.

» "relax. I'll make sure you get home." he reassured. you leaned into his back, warmth seeping in, your eyes began to feel heavy.

» "kita san" "yes?" "thank you for always watching out for me"

» a comfortable silence was met as the sound of rain filled your ears.

» "kita san" "hm?" "did you know..." your voice softened "i like you a lot kita san"

» did he hear you correctly? if he wasnt paying attention he wouldve missed what you had said, being drowed out through the pitter patter of water. now his heart thumping louder than ever before.

» "l/n san-" he was about to go on but was met with the gentle rise and fall of your chest and the soft snores of you on his back, knocked out from exertion. kita let out a light chuckle, finally relieved you were resting.

» you had missed the next day of school, but when you came back the whole volleyball team bombarded you with love.

» "WE'RE A FAILURE TO NOT NOTICE YOU FEELING SICK" atsumu cried. "how could we let our one and only precious manager get ill for taking care of us" akagi, clearly dissapointed in himself. "please let us know when we can take care of you too y/n" aran said.

» "its no big deal. really!" waving your hands in defense. "it was just a small cold. but i do have a question though"

» all the boys gathered around to hear what you had to say

» "how did i get home?? i really dont remember what happened after i almost got hit by atsumu"

» it shocked the guys honestly. you genuinely didnt remember a single thing due to your fever. "wait? you don't remember kita taking you home?" suna replied, your face becoming red. "k-kita san took me home-?" "yah. he left in the middle of practice to do so" osamu added.

» immediately, you got up to find the captain that apparently took you home the other day. he was in the storage closet cleaning and grabbing the equipment for todays practice.

» "kita san" "oh. l/n. glad you're feeling better" his smile brightened the musty closet. "about that, im sorry for troubling you and having you take me home the other day. i honestly dont remember what happened after i almost got hit by atsumu. my mind was really fuzzy that day, but im truly thankful for you going out of your way for me. it really means a lot"

» kita was dumbfounded. you really dont remember? "no need to apologize l/n. it was my responsibility as a captain. and afterall, what good would i be if i couldnt even take care of the person who means the most to me"

» your heart raced. 'person who means the most to me' ? cheeks blushing a rosy pink, you were internally thanking the musty store room from being dim.

» with arms full of equipment, kita walked by you and stopped.

» "by the way l/n san. did you know?"

» ears perking up at the vague yet familiar line

» "i like you a lot too l/n san"

» now we all know sakusa HATES germs and for the past week and a half, he's been telling you to keep up with washing your hands, wearing a mask at all times even when you eat omi it doesnt work like that. pls especially since you are prone to getting sick easily no matter how hygenic you are. your immune system just hated you. PERIODT

» you remembered sakusa scolding you for running out of hand sanitizer and then the next day you were out of commission. bed ridden with laryngitis, cough, slight fever, the whole works. it was like your body was making fun of you or something

» you texted komori, asking him to take notes in class for you and relay homework information while you were at home resting up. but there was one request you had and made komori PROMISE.

» DO NOT TELL SAKUSA YOU GOT SICK

» "he's probably gonna notice your absence y/n. he'll find out about it either way"

» "well if you dont tell him then he wont know. its not like he even cares about where i am like that"

» "thats what you might think. but i know he's gonna say something i can garuntee it"

» the next day at school, sakusa did notice your presence missing. it was quieter not having a 3rd person in the group of friends. not having you around to talk to him when komori was gone.

» pulling out his phone to text you, he asked where you were that day.

» "on a family trip :D !!! forgot to tell you, but I'll tell you all about it when i come back!" you wrote, attaching an old selfie of a different trip you went on to make it more believable.

» you had hoped this silly cold would get better in a day, but soon that day turned into 2 and then 3 and then 4... you pretty much missed the whole week of school at that point

» Friday rolled around and komori was on his phone all day. sakusa noticed his cousin fidget in his chair more than usual and it irked him to see him like that

» "what's with you today?" one eye raised, sakusa finally asked. "uhhh nothing really" komori wasnt very good at keeping secrets lets just start off with that, but he was trying his best.

» "well clearly somethings wrong. you're fidgeting." "well haven't you noticed somethings been different all week?" komori hinted

» sakusa sat there in thought. nothing's been different? he ate the same breakfast he usually does every morning. all his studies have been well. there were no tests this week so there was no reason to be anxious like komori was and even if there was, he would've done well anyways.

» "just tell me what it is." sakusa was starting to get annoyed. "y/n..." komori started. "y/n?" "do you know where she's been this week?"

» did you not tell komori about your family trip? you usually told komori everything, but then again you didn't tell him either until he asked you about it.

» "she said shes on a trip?" he nonchalantly said. komori's eyes started watering. "A TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL THATS WHAT IT IS" he blurted out. komori didnt mean to let it slip , he was just so worried about your well being.

» "hospital?? what are you talking about. did she get injured on her trip?" "no omi. shes been sick all week and her mom just texted me saying she went to the hospital today because shes had a fever for 3 days straight. there is no family trip"

» sakusa's heart shattered. you were sick and didnt even tell him?

» before both he and komori knew it, his legs were running faster to get to the hospital than he had ever imagined he could ever run.

» and there you were. fast asleep in a bed with an IV drip. your face flushed, forehead sweaty and shallow breaths escaping your chapped lips. you were a hot mess but sakusa didnt care. stepping to your bedside to greet your mother she explained to him that she had to go to work and asked if he could watch over you until she gets back.

» sakusa said yes without even hearing the whole thing. his heart and mind saying yes to whatever it took to get you to feel better.

» gosh how he hated hospitals, but what he hated even more was the fact that you were in the hospital and he didnt even know.

» the doctor came in for their evening round and ensured sakusa that you were indeed getting better! your fever had broken not too long ago and your body was working extra hard to heal itself up!

» "is there anything i can do to help?" sakusa asked. he felt helpless in this situation just watching your face distort in uncomfort every now and then, and coughing your lungs out.

» patting sakusa's shoulder, the doctor told him that just being here for you is enough. "you gotta be a strong boyfriend for her alright son? she'll be able to go home tomorrow first thing in the morning if her fever doesnt come back"

» sakusa slumped in his chair at your bedside, the doctors words ringing through his head. 'boyfriend huh?' he thought to himself. "if i was her boyfriend..." he whispered to himself, "i would be a failure for not even knowing my girl was sick..."

» to kiyoomi, you were beautiful. even now in this sad state you were in. deep down he locked these growing feelings he had for you inside of him because he always felt like you were a better match with someone else and after this stunt you pulled of lying to him about going on a family trip, it only made him feel worse.

» it was now night time and you finally began to stir in your sleep, the fever finally gone. sakusa reached out to move some hair that was stuck to your face, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. your eyes slowly opened and met with his dark orbs.

» "y/n?" "saku- wait this is just a dream. omi wouldn't be here. he hates hospitals" you let out a forced laugh and then a sigh through your sore throat.

» you reached out to sakusa's hands that were resting on the side of your bed. "omi would never let me hold his hand because he'd say im passing germs to him so hopefully dream omi wont be the same" you were aimlessly talking to yourself, not even realizing that this really wasnt a dream.

» he squeezed your hand in return. hoping that you wouldnt let go any time soon. a funny smile appeared on your face just at the thought of him. "even if you're stupid for not realizing how much i like you... i cant wait to see you again omi" you whispered before falling asleep again.

» sakusa didnt know what to do. he sat there frozen in his chair. it was his first time hearing you call him omi. heck. you literally just confessed to the boy. his brain was running wild. groaning in distress he let go of your hand to step out for a breath of fresh air now that you were back asleep.

» it was 5am and your mother came back to the hospital and thanked sakusa for staying by your side. He left in a hurry to make sure you didnt see him there.

» Monday rolled around and sakusa was waiting outside of the school gates for you. he had planned on asking you about your "trip"

» "good morning sakusa!!" your bright and cheery voice rang through his ears. honestly he was trembling inside. the memory of you confessing to him still fresh in his mind.

» "how was your trip?" you stopped dead in your tracks. "haha... it was good !! sorry i forgot to get you a souvenir" you were trying to play it cool but sakusa could tell you were forcing yourself. "i wouldnt want a souvenir from where you came from so its fine" sakusa's words threw you off. "i - im not sure im understanding what you're saying sakusa?"

» you felt a tug on your hand. "dont you mean omi?" his voice husky as he whispered into your ear. cheeks flushed, your brain felt like it short circuted. you've always tried your hardest to not let it slip that you want to call him omi since he hated when people called him that.

» sakusa smirked at your cute reaction he got out of you. letting go of your hand he began to walk into the school leaving you at the gate dumbfounded. "and by the way. you're just as stupid for not realizing how long ive liked you too"

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thank you for your order! enjoy~!

[mimisempai]

We are a family

Summary:

Kid Loki is sick. Mobius and Loki are as panicked as each other. But they are together...

30 days OTP challenge Day 15 : One of them is sick

Notes:

Maybe for some people it's too Ooc, but I like them like that. This little family that builds itself little by little.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35412364

1033 words - Rating G

"Dad? I don't feel so good."

Alarmed, Mobius turned to the young Loki.

The young boy never complained.

Unfortunately his time on the Void had taught him to be independent, too independent. However, he was slowly learning to rely on his "elders".

Mobius found him pale, paler than usual, his features tense and sweat beading on his forehead which Mobius touched with the back of his hand. He was burning up.

"Hey sweetie, don't you want to go lie down?" he suggested and Loki Jr. nodded weakly, though he made no move to get up.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"My stomach really hurts," the young boy said softly before throwing up on Mobius' shoes.

It took Mobius more than half an hour to calm him down, clean him up, and get him comfortable in his bed with a cup of chamomile tea. The young boy barely got comfortable when Mobius had to hand him the basin because he had to vomit again. When Mobius tucked him into bed this time, he realized that the young boy had red patches on his neck and arms that seemed to itch. He began to worry.

However, the important thing was that he rested so that the fever could subside.  So Mobius stayed by his side. He stroked his hair and talked to him in a soft, soothing voice until he fell asleep.

Mobius watched him sleep for a few more moments and once he was reassured that he was sleeping peacefully, he went to clean the living room floor.

He heard Loki come in and went to meet him.

They embraced tenderly to greet each other and Loki, scrutinizing Mobius' face, saw at once that something was not as usual.

"Mobius, are you all right?"

Mobius replied, unable to hide his slight concern, "Loki is sick, he has a fever and vomited. Right now he's sleeping."

"What?" Loki exclaimed.

"Shhh idiot, you are going to wake him up."

Loki continued, in a low voice but still panicked, "What do you mean sick, he's a god! We can' t be sick!" Mobius would have laughed at Loki's dramatic exaggeration if he himself wasn't so worried about the young boy.

"What do we do?" he asked.

"I don't know! Should I know? I probably should, shouldn't I? But you're the one who knows everything." Loki looked like he was on the verge of hysteria, and Mobius, even though he wasn't, was very worried.

He took Loki by the hand and led him to the couch. "Come on, let's go think calmly."

Loki calmed down and once seated, he asked Mobius to describe the symptoms. When he got to the red patches, Loki slapped his forehead.

"I know what he has!!!"

As Mobius looked on in bewilderment, Loki rushed to Loki Jr.'s room and quietly entered.

He knelt down next to the boy's bed and pushing back a sweaty strand of hair from his forehead he asked softly, "Hey my little prince... are you awake?"

Loki turned fully towards him and opened his eyes so much like his own.

"Hmm... yes."

Loki sat him down and gave him the glass of water. While the young boy drank, he went to get a towel and wet it before returning to the young boy.

Meanwhile, Mobius had joined them and knelt by Loki's side and said, "I know what he has... an"

"Allergy."

The two men said the word at the same time and looked at each other in surprise.

The young boy laughed softly.

The two men continued to speak at the same time, "But...how do you..."

"Dads stop! You make me laugh, but my stomach hurts." The young boy giggled as he held his stomach.

Mobius continued, "While you were rushing to his room, I looked it up on the internet, and the symptoms were the same as those caused by an allergy. But I don't know which one..."

Loki interjected, "That I can tell you. When he was with Jane, Thor was determined to try as much of the Midgardian food as possible. And after he tried the peanut butter, he had the exact same symptoms. Loki tell me, did you eat peanuts in any form?"

The young boy nodded, "Casey... the little jar on his desk. I'm sorry..."

Loki leaned over to the boy, "Hey sweetie, why are you sorry?"

"You have to take care of me."

Loki knelt down and gently passed the wet towel over his sweaty forehead as he said softly, "Loki, you are not a burden. You don't have to carry everything alone. We're a family, we take care of each other. We take care of you not out of duty, but because we love you and want to take care of you."

The young Loki nodded, fighting off sleep.

Mobius came and knelt beside Loki again, "Hey sweetie, you should sleep."

They made him comfortable, and stayed with him until he fell asleep.

They walked out of the room and looking at each other, they breathed a sigh of relief in concert.

As they walked to the living room, Loki said quietly, "I may be a god, I may have extraordinary powers, and I may be-"

"incredibly modest," Mobius continued with a chuckle.

"Hey, Mobius, I'm serious!"

Mobius pulled him closer and kissed him gently before replying with a falsely sheepish look, "Sorry, go on."

"So, I may be everything I said, but for a moment I felt so helpless. It's scary."

They sat on the couch in their favorite position, Loki reclining, his head resting on Mobius' lap, whose hands automatically came to caress Loki's hair.

"I know what you mean. I felt exactly the same way when he came to me this morning and told me he wasn't well."

Loki asked softly, "Is this what being a parent is like?"

"You think I know more than you?" sneered Mobius.

"Do you think we'll make it?" asked Loki even more softly.

Mobius replied in a voice that didn't shake, "Absolutely, I can tell that just by the way you reacted to him. I'm not worried about that. Besides, there are two of us, we'll learn together."

Loki hummed softly, "Hm... together."

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As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

Next day : Hospital

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[sleepygamerotaku]

"Ok ok it's not robophobic!"

Genre: Fluffy angst Pairing(s): K1-BO X sensitive! Reader T/w: swearing (ust one bad word!)

Summary: K1-BO With a really sensitive crush, who says something Kiiboy finds "Robophobic" and scolds them for it. (Y/n) starts crying making kiibo just,,,hug them

Author's note: I got a little bit carried away at the end... But i really had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy! Since i haven't posted the rules yet i thought i could post something that came to mind. Y'know so my blog isn't that much more boring... for those of you reading this who are extremely sensitive like me, just know that your not alone and even when things are tough and sad, sray strong and never give up...? I'm trying to be helpful i dunno... I hope I'm helping at least a little bit ^^ also sorry if Kiiboy is a little bit OOC I'm not good at writing. And apparently Reader-san is dramatic to lmao. Anyways i hope you like it.

(Y/n) walks in the room taking notice of the robotic boy who was sitting on the couch. "Hi kiibo!" (Y/n) says with a smile. "Oh good morning (Y/n)-san!" Kiibo greeted them. (Y/n) opens their mouth to speak, only to immediately close it, due to the undeniable sound of their stomach growling. (Y/n) let out an overly dramatic sigh "I'm hungry... Do you want some food kiibo?" Almost instantly realizing what they said they continue to smile with a horrified look in their eyes. Kiibo furrowed his eyebrows (wait does he have eyebrows??) And frowned. he stood up "Hey! Just because I'm a robot doesn't give you the right to mock me for my inability to consume food! You should be sued for your robophobic remarks!" (Y/n) shut their eyes mouth still agap. They fall to the floor feeling as though they were going to drown in their own tears. (Y/n) cried" I'm sorry! I-i'm sorry! I didn't m-mean to o-offend you! P-please don't h-hurt mee!! I'm sorry..! I'm so sorryyyy!!!!" (Y/n) managed to stutter out apologies feeling so wrothless and stupid, wishing they could just crawl in a hole and die. Kiibo felt his little metal heart break at the sight of his crush breaking down into tears. His upset expression faded into smpathy, and sorrow. He rushed to (y/n) and surrounded them with a sweet loving embrace. "I'm sorry for losing my temper towards you..." Kiibo said in a soft tone "i-i'm sorry... I-i forgot y-your... Y-you.. can't do... ACCKKK!! I'm sorry I'm probably offending you again... I can't do anything-" "No! That's not true... It was just an honest mistake. I'm aware of the fact that I'm simply a robot, and there's certain things that i can't do... But that's just something I'll need to work on! (Y/n) there's so many great things you can do. I don't want to hear you say you can't do anything ever again! Your amazing (y/n)... A-and... I..." (Y/n) blinked away tears, and hugs kiibo back "k-kiibo... I really... Like you.." kiibo blushes intensely becoming a shade of red. (Y/n) pulls away from kiibo to see him blushing. "Now your a robotic tomato" (y/n) Giggles. "Guess i am..." Kiibo smile's his blush deepening. "(Y/n)... I... Have been meaning to tell you something... F-for quite a while now..." (Y/n) Wipes away the remaining tears before tilting their head in curiosity "Kiibo... What is it?" (Y/n)'s heart was pounding intensely. Kibbo looks down in embarrassment "w-well... whenever I'm around you... I get this strange feeling inside of me... I'm unsure whether or not it's something i should worry about... I've talked to Miu about it... But she only tells me "You wanna fuck (Y/n)"... Whatever that means i don't like the sound of it." (Y/n) thinks for a moment. They begin to realize something. No! How could he like me... I'm too worthless for someone like kiibo to even tolerate me... Much less love me..! "(Y/n)!!" Kiibo exclaims snapping (Y/n) out of their train-of-thought. "Oh sorry! I was just thinking is all.." a rather brilliant idea came to (Y/n)'s mind " um... Kiibo could you maybe describe exactly what it is you feel? Around me i mean..." Kiibo looks up for a few seconds "well... For one thing when ever you mention two of us being friends... It kind of... Hurts somehow..?" (Y/n) gulped "w-well... Is there anything else?" Kiibo shrugs "not really, no" (Y/n) felt like their heart was about to jump out of their chest. "K-kiibo... Do you think... I-it could... You... L-like me..?" Kiibo tilt's his head in confusion "of course i like you. Your my friend" (Y/n) grabs where there heart would be, and starts digging their fingernails into their skin. Kiibo frowns and looks at the floor. "You felt it too huh?" (Y/n) asks gently. Kiibo nods in response. "Kiibo..." He stands up and looks down at (Y/n), offering his hand to help them up. (Y/n) smiles and takes his hand, then proceeds to stand up. "Maybe we should just go ask the others what they think" "kiibo.." (Y/n) mumbles looking down at the ground. "What is it?" Kiibo questions "y-you... Ah... Your... Still h-holding... M-my hand.." kiibo once again becomes a robotic tomato "Ah! Sorry!"

Kiibo almost malfunctions for a second letting go of their hand. "No don't apologize! ... It... Felt kinda nice..." (Y/n) says while blushing furiously "... Let's go now-" kiibo rushing before halting almost immediately. "Kiibo... When i asked if you... Like me... I-i meant... As more than a friend..." They look down. Kiibo smiles "I'm starting to think i do."

[darksapphire29]

Imagine #3

Peter has a nightmare about you

Warnings: his dream is a tiny bit gory, yep there's more VERY STRESSED Peter bc we love that, and fluff? Probably a little OOC Pan (but it depends who you ask).

Notes: Honestly, I don't know how to feel about this one... Enjoy, lovelies!!

Your screams shook the sky. They shook Peter's very soul. He scrambled through the forest, pushing off trees and stumbling over roots.

"(Y/N)!! Where are you?!" He cried, his eyes blurry with tears. Everything was black, he could hardly see his shaking hands. No matter how hard he tried, his magic wouldn't work. What was worse? He couldn't find you. Your shrieks were full of fear, full of pain.

"Love, answer me!! Please!!" Suddenly, Peter was met with silence. The quiet shocked him to the bone. He tripped and fell, his arms slamming into the dirt.

"Peter?" Your voice was broken and came out a whimper. He jumped up from the ground, whirling around in search of his love. Of his happiness. Neverland was still coated in an inky blackness, but he still saw you. His heart jolted, and a part of him wished he was still looking for you.

You lay curled up in the soil, clutching your side as blood pooled around you. Your once beautiful (e/c) eyes were black. He could never believe it.

"(Y/N)!!" Peter rushed to your side. "No, no, please, NO!" He already felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks. Your gorgeous face was ghostly pale. Your skin was red with your blood, arms and neck peppered with cuts and bruises.

"Hang on, just... j-just stay with me!" He panicked, hands pressing to the gaping hole in your waist. He could see a fraction of bone, blood spewing out and staining his fingers. You weren't moving.

"(Y/n)?!" He could hardly speak, Peter's mouth opening and closing. He could hardly breathe. "Hey, w-wake up! Say something, love, you can't be- you- you can't-"

Peter was lying on his stomach when his eyes shot open. His blanket was twisted around his legs, his fingers clutching onto his pillow. He rolled on his back. He ran a hand down his face, wiping away the thick layer of sweat from his night terror. His heart caught in his throat.

"(Y/N)!!" He leapt from his bed, instantly falling to the ground as he wrestled with his sheets. Still scared to death, he made a beeline for your hut. He knew it was a dream, it had to have been a dream.

He slammed open your door, stumbling inside. But your bed was empty.

"No, no, no, no, no..." He muttered, repeating it non-stop as he ripped the blankets off your bed. He dropped to his knees, checking beneath it. When he found nothing but an old pair of pants, he wanted to scream.

"Peter?" You stood in your doorway, staring in confusion at the demon-boy. He was on all fours, head under your bed and your bedding tossed aside in his panic. He visibly jumped at your voice, head hitting the bed frame.

"(Y-Y/n)?" He asked into the air. He got to his feet, dusting himself off like he wasn't just about to cry. His hair was wild from sleep, night clothes disheveled and twisted.

"Why were you on my floor? It's... It's 3 in the morning." You questioned, yawning mid-sentence. Peter couldn't bring himself to glare at you. He was almost in shock. "I-I was just looking for-" his eyes searched the room frantically, before they landed on something on your bed-side table. He picked it up. "This."

"My hair brush?" You smirked, scrunching your brows. You then noticed the water glazing his eyes, and how his face and neck glistened with sweat. "Peter?" You asked again, your tone laced with concern. He rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around you and clutching you to his body.

You stroked his hair, shushing him and rubbing circles into his back. "Shh, it's alright." Peter just shook his head, burying it between your neck and shoulder. His arms held onto your waist even tighter, and he breathed in your scent. You frowned in worry. Peter was never this touchy before. "What's wrong?"

You pried him off you, your gaze stern. But then you saw his red eyes and pale lips, and your eyes softened. "Are you alright, Peter?" The boy continued to stare at you with his swollen eyes, and a bubble of worry grew in your stomach. You pulled him to your bed, the mattress still bare, and the two of you sat down.

He wrapped his arms around your frame again, this time more gently. You sighed.

"It's stupid..." He muttered. You disagreed, going to pull away, but he wouldn't let you.

"Tell me." You whispered. Peter sighed.

"I- you- we were in the forest..." he stuttered, breathing shakily into your hair. "It was dark. I couldn't find you." His voice was so broken, it made your heaet ache. You realised he'd had a nightmare, and in that moment, Peter was no king. He was just a boy who needed comfort, and you were more than happy to give him that.

You felt a tear land on your shoulder, and you pulled away to look into his eyes. He turned away when he realised you knew he was crying, and he roughly wiped at his eyes. "You- you were-" he couldn't finish, and this time you pulled him into your chest.

"Hey, I'm here. We're both here and we're fine." You cooed, running your fingers through his thick locks once more.

"W-when I woke up, I had to find you..." You felt him frown against your skin, and he pulled away slightly. He glared at you through his tears. "Where were you?!" He demanded, his sudden anger startling you. His eyes were wild, but you just smiled. He was trying to hide his weakness, his panic and fear, but you wouldn't let him. You leaned on his shoulder.

"I was thirsty." You answered simply. "I just went to the kitchen for a drink. I'm fine, Peter." He relaxed again, the darkness in his eyes dispersing, and you smiled. The two of you sat on your bed for a while, just enjoying the other's company, before Peter spoke up.

"Can I stay with you?" You nodded, reluctantly pulling away. You picked up your sheets, straightening up your bed, while Peter just laid down. You tucked him in with a laugh. He stuck his tongue out at you.

With a cheeky grin, Peter slipped an arm out from under the covers and slithered it around your waist. He pulled you into him once more, his hold more protective and desperate than before. But you let him, because he needed you.

You turned in his arms to look at him. You smirked. "Admit it. You came in here to cuddle."

Peter rose a brow. "Is that so?" You nodded, a fuzziness spreading in your stomach. "So what if I did?" You blushed at his smirk, his hands tracing shapes on your back.

The two of you just lay together, your heart pounding at his closeness. You could see every inch of his face, count the very few freckles on his face. Peter just looked at your face, memorising every line and every spot.

"You're so beautiful." He uttered. Your eyes snapped to his. Beautiful? Of all the things, that couldn't be how he saw you. But not a millimetre of his expression said otherwise. His gaze was soft, his eyes sparkling in admiration with a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

You didn't know what to do or say. You just stared at him in shock. Peter chuckled. "Close your mouth, love. You'll catch flies." You shut it quickly, rolling over to hide your tomato-red face.

"Night."

"Goodnight, love."

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Warning mentions of past trauma, PTSD, OOC Lulu, OC and AU............(mammon aganst) ..........( some guessing and non cannon ships).....( OH AND SPOILERS ABOUT LILITH!) .......This chapter is dedicated to ShadowsLurk! Happy Birthday!

'Are You Ready?'

You stare out onto the vast horizon, everything was so shiny and bright. You can't say you didn't enjoy it, it was heaven after all. She sighed as an old friend slid into your lap, the touch of their furry body and warmth was just the comfort you needed to soothe your not so mortal soul. Heaven you realized without a heart was really hell. You missed his strong arms wrapped around you, his scent of ink and paperwork after a long day that even after a shower never seemed to leave him. You missed his cologne, a light musty scent that filled your nostrils whenever he leaned down to kiss you, or when  he enveloped you in his arms. The night of your first date was forever running through your mind as you preformed your celestial duties, when you baked with Luke, or studied with Simeon. Only your Star, your prideful demon was ever present in your mind during meetings or interrogations with Micheal.

The angel was a lot like Asmo you realized, he loved the sound of his own voice. Leaning in on the table trying to buy you with Luke's baked goods or offers to look down into the Devildom for quick glances at your beloved and all you had to do was tell him what had happened that morning.

The morning that Diavolo ordered Barbatos to kill you. Poison you with your own weapon.

Your body was there, but your mind was with Lucifer in a empty field with Devildom rainbow flowers all around you. You marveled at how something so beautiful could come from such darkness.

Lucifer bent over kissing you with fire and  passion and longing. A wave of shock and pleasure ran down your spine. The sound of wind rustling through your body and running in time with your thumping pulse. Your shoes dropped from your hands as you reached over and wrapped your arms around his neck, you sank against his chest, grateful for his support as his arms wrapped around your waist and back, locking you against him with ease.

When his mouth left yours a trill of disappointment and confusion meant to clash in your eyes. Lucifer looked just as pained.

You let your forehead drop to his shoulder. The smooth silk and wool of his signature black and red suit absorbed the cool chill of the night, you listened to the thump of his heart beating. You felt the rise and fall of his chest with every breath.

" I'll never be able to forget you. Forget this" she heard him say. He sounded far from pleased his voice was coated with worry  and fear.

"I'll have to live the rest of my eternity with you lurking in my head."

I serve somebody else was left hanging between you. Even absent Diavolo lurked everywhere like a unpleaent, unwanted shadow.

" You'll find somebody else" you said but you voice didn't sound like your own. The unspoken Diavolo will take you was unneeded.

"Yes, but he's not you." pure longing and sorrow coated his voice. He looked so vunerable,so rare and perfect.

Then he stared into your shining eyes and captured your lips with his own once more.

" What do you think sweeting?"

Is heaven heaven without-

Then a bang sounded from the other side of town, you rushed over to see a angry demon girl launching unqunchable fire at angel's left and right. You stopped at the side. A sick angry side of you was telling her to burn the place down and never look back.

"MC?" she smirked and threw a rose at your face before falling back through the clouds you tried to grab her hand.

"Take me with you!" You screamed until your throat was raw and your eyes brurned from crying. You want him and you want him now. A feeling of desperation and anger latched in your heart. You dropped to your knees and slammed your hands into the "ground".

You suddenly paused.

Red.

Red.

Lucifer's nails are red. His color is red.

You grabbed for the rose the golden tag the only thing you had of him besides his memory. You yanked it free and shoved it down your shirt and hugged the rose tight as heaven burned hotter than hell. You held onto the rose like you once held Lucifer's hand as chaos surrounded you.

"Yes"

"Your insane" Mammon paced the carpet. Satan and Belpie looked shocked to say the least. Asmo was huddled in a corner somewhere.

"This is what happens when you spend your night crying and your days walking aimlessely in the gardens. You hire psychopath asassins to bring love notes to your girlfriend." Asmo chided sharping his nails to prepare for the second bloodest battle in their history.

" We're revolting aganist Lord Diavolo?" asked Beel just to clarify. " Is it really worth the risk?"

Lucifer snarled snapping his fingers about to open his mouth when Evelyn landed right in their living room.

" Why not? A little blood will be just what he need to brighten the place up! Beel honestly where are you going to go? DOUBLE HELL?" she laughed a laugh that belonged to a girl in a mental asylm. She had dark circles rimmed under her eyes from no sleep and to much work and stress. Her one eye was covered with a white rose eye patch and her ripped jeans showed an expanse of smooth milky white skin. Her hair looked soft and pliatable as it framed her face.

"Job complete" she smirked " Whoever that was looked like one miserable human"

She sighed in content remembering the tortured faces of the people who caused her unbarable agony as a child. Who sent her down this path of lonilness and despair. Numbing her pain with black out drinking at night and coffee in the day just to stay functioning, sleep only bringing nigthmares from her past.

"I will ask you to refrain from calling him 'Lord'." Satan said "According to Lucifer were revolting." Satan wore a chesire cat smile as he thought of all the ways he could kill Diavlo. Drench himself in his blood-

"Glitched Angel. Will you be joining us?" he smirked

" If it means no more paperwork and a battle count me in." she smirked and it left a chill through every other demon in the room. Lucifer chuckled and they ran.

"Now how are we doing this." Evelyn pulled out a list of plans and weapons from a holographic watch.

"I have axes, swords, scythes-"

"Poison, the most painful, slow acting one avaible." he snarled.

"That's how will steal his strength.-"

The two demons talked stradegy late into the night.

Meanwhile Mammon looked around your room. Your scent still hovered in the air, he saw you sleeping on the bed, laying on your side nose in a book you borrowed from Satan, or a manga from Levi. Laying on the floor with him binging TSL to compete in that stuipd competition.

"I'm your first man you hear me"

You laughed a tinkling sound that made his heart sing. He ached to pull you into his lap and hold onto you until you both became one with the carpet. Nobody could steal you when your wrapped in his embrace.

"You The Great Mammon are my first demon."

HE didn't, he watch you stretch and leave. HE watches as you leave, his feeling unspoken.

He whispers them to the back of your door as you prod down the hall.

His heart broken. As he thinks of you in the arms of his brother.

Since you died he whispered his feeling into ramen, he wrote them on grimm bills and receipts. He left your favorite flowers all around your room. He bought glass versions so unlike you they would never fade, never die.

He whispered his love into candy wrappers and left them around his room. He wrote you dead friend letters and hid them under your bed, under your still half full bottle of shampoo. He bought the same brand and uses it to wash his hair, so now his sheets smell like you. But when he opens his eyes your not there. It's just him and when he reaches for you in the middle of the night he is greeted with the cold sheets instead of your warmth.  When he cries into his pillow he pretends its your shoulder and your holding him. Your voice choked with unshed tears telling him that it's okay, the bruises will fade and he'll always have you. You'll always he his friend.

Which probably hurt him more than the lashes ever did.

'Friend' hurt more than the constant name calling and teasing. HE may be a worthless greedy scumabag, but with you, he felt like a prince. When you hugged him he felt invincible, when you laughed his heart soared. He felt for the first time in his miserable life like somebody wanted him. No matter how mean he was, how selfish, how nasty to you- you, you always came back. You held him and he let his walls fall because you saw that he was only laughing to brush off the pain. You saw that he pushed you away so you couldn't hurt him.

Your only sin in his eyes, was loving another man, it was his fault you died. HE should have watched you, taken better care of you and now your gone. Your trapped in a world of blinding light and darkness that was there, but always kept out of sight. Father hurt Lilith and he wouldn't hesitate to kill you, to wipe you from existence like a lesser being would squish a bug.

Mammon leaned aganist the doorway his head only jerking up when he saw Evelyn stride towards him. She wordlessely handed him a bottle of Demonus and walked off. Reconigizing his pain, because she felt it everyday.

Evelyn  knew what it was to have everything taken away from you, to not trust anybody, to live in the darkness because nobody ever bothered to show her the light. Nobody reached out a hand to pull her up while she caused her whole family to fall. Her guilt squeezed at her heart steadily like a snake, but she masked it well. If there was anything she learned in her long miserable life it was how to mask pain.

She walked back down the hall and grabbed her coat.

"Are you ready to start the revolution of the century?"

Lucifer smirked and placed one gloved hand on his chest.

"I'm a master at it."

"Whatever just don't have another child while your at it."

Together they walked out the door ready to collect the strongest poison known to any demon, from Micheal.

"I need to know what happened MC" Micheal sounded calm but you could hear the strain on his voice. "What happened that day." It was a question that sounded like an order.

You stayed silent. He knew what happened to you. You got to close to the fallen star and then you got burned. Your hand squeezed the rose. You won't let go of it.

" Lucifer summoned me today." He said causally. Your ears perked up as he walked across the table and took the seat next to you.

" According to him Simeon told him what you said. He denied having any part and-" he looked into your eyes "Wants to over throw the demon prince." He took in your shocked face. He placed his warm hand over your own.

" Barbatos told us your secret." He smiled but it didn't reach his sky blue eyes." Lilith even a descendant of her is still making him revolt."

" She was the most beautiful angel I've ever seen. When she fell in love with the human I feel into a despair unlike any other. I know of your pain, at least some of it. I thought I'd never see her again. Now your here, still out of my reach." He looked pained as of he never shared his feelings, as if she died not knowing his love for her.

"I know what your feeling, but I also know what Diavolo's feeling...I know how strong love can be. Which is why I want

to help you. Let me help you. " he looked into your eyes and you saw the unwashed tears pooling into his eyes, you watched as they slid down his perfect marbled cheeks.

" Okay" you managed to choke out that one word before Micheal became cloudy in your vision. He held you and you both cried for lost loves and maybe for the possibility of justice.

The sun shone bright that morning as you made your way across the lawn. Your sprinklers made rainbows in the sky. You bent over plucking a weed from the lawn, that's when you heard the gate. The creaky metal one that you always said that you'd fix but never did.

" Hello MC." You recognized his voice immediately.

" Barbatos!" You called turning around to face him,  his constant smiling face looking directly at you.

" I brought some tea. Lucifer has been raving about your beloved garden and I would love to see it. "

You brightened. You loved showing off your work. So you lead him into the garden. You talked about poison and side effects pointing out the different kinds of families. You laughed and joked. He told stories about Diavolo being Diavolo and how Lucifer was miserable without you. 

Then he smacked you over the head with his tea tray. He feed you berry after berry from your Belladonna Bush. You couldn't move, he must have put something in the tea. Then slowly you slipped away. You hot all over your throat was so dry and you kept fading in and out. He could have chosen the oleander, its faster. You were begging for him to kill you,  everything was so painful. You tried to tell him to stop, but your tounge was to swollen to move.

Then mercifully he left you. He grabbed the tea and smashed some berries, then got heard the metal of your water system close.

" I am very sorry MC, but this had to be done. If it's any consolation I didn't want to kill you."

His footsteps echoed on the brick walkway as he left you.  The world tilted and you couldn't see. Your head was pounding.

As you lay there you thought of Lucifer. Did he know? Even if he did you'd still want him here, with you,  you'd even settle for Barbatos, you just didn't want to end like this. Alone surrounded by chirping birds in what was supposed to be your mini paradise. You tried to move but your arms wouldn't move, you couldn't scream. The unspoken word made your throat raw and tight. Why was this happening, how long has it been? Where am I? You were so confused, then you started to cool down, starting with your fingers and toes, the cool felt nice so nice. Then you feel asleep laying in your garden,  it was so warm and everything smelled so good.

You felt heavenly then slipping between two worlds, and then the pain in your head stopped.

You saw a black gloved hand reaching towards you and you slowly reached up-"

" Belladonna is also called beautiful death but it felt so awful." You sobbed into Michael's shoulder his arms felt so nice around you. He didn't speak, he just held you and stroked your hair. When you looked up at him he handed you a soft handkerchief.

" That crummy demon!" You recognized the voice and turned to look at the small angel. He looked betrayed, Barbatos taught him endless recipies. He taught him so much, he had endless patience and was never short with him even when he made mistakes or when he dropped things.  Simeon never told Luke how you died, or who killed you. He knew what happened but...it was so awful, how you described it. You must have been terrified.

Simeon had never truly felt anger until that moment. He never wanted to watch as blood pooled around him during the war. He scoffed at violence, it was unnecessary.

Now? Now he wanted to rip Diavolo apart and watch his blood make little streams on his throne.

How dare he? He never kept his feelings for you a secret, but to do that? Using one of the most painful posions?

You were always nice to everybody, you let out trapped bugs instead of squashing them, you fed stray animals and volunteered at a church on Sunday.

You played good human got grades to keep his exchange program running and he killed you.

" Since MC is a descendent of Lilith, doesn't that make her celestial royalty?" Simeon  looked at Micheal.

" Yes it does." The two men smiled at each other.

" Yes which is an act of war."

You looked at Luke you didn't want to start a war, you just wanted Lucifer, you needed him.

You shouldn't, this is why this is happening. You knew how Diavolo felt, he never hid it.

This is what happens when you mess with demons. You dont get burned, you die.  Micheal wiped away a stray tear from your eye.

He could see why Lucifer loved you,  you looked exactly like her. He fought all his instincts to kiss you,  to hold you and tell you he was sorry for letting her brother's fall.

But he didn't because you weren't her. She was dead. She will always be dead. He would never be able to fix that, to tell her of his love and pretend it would have changed their history.

But, but he could change this fix this.

" So we agree to help Lucifer revolt?"

You stayed silent. Was this a trick? Would the angels really work with the embodiment of sins?

Simeon clutched your free hadn while Luke hugged your leg.

"He killed you. we're going to get him."

For the first time since you arrived you felt happy and loved.

Heaven felt like heaven.

"My Lord." Evelyn made a shallow bow. Diavolo smiled and beckoned her closer.

" Your ears Evelyn." he smiled at her like a child on Christmas Morning. Evelyn sighed and cute little wolf ears sprouted from her head.

She let him take pictures and distracted her exactly as she was asked to by the first born. She almost lost her mind when he started to scratch behind them. A blush coated her cheeks and her tail swished from side to side.

She distracted him so well that he didn't notice Lucifer, oh so ever loyal lucifer slip holy water into his demonus.

He didn't notice Barbatos lace his food with Glycol.

He didn't notice his perfectly balanced card house come undone around him.

He did however notice when Evelyn pulled a scythe aganist his throat.

When Lucifer pushed him agansit his throne.

"My Lord. I found out something very intresting the other night. When I was crying over my loved ones grave a little bird told me that you, my best friend, my confident, had MC murdered." He smiled a macilious smile at his former Lord.

"I'm not asking if you did it, I'm asking you because if its true......."

"If its true then I want to be your king. You love me so purely, look at everything you've one for me." Lucifer slid into Diavolo's lap. He smiked at Evelyn and looked toward's Barbatos, like all his dreams were coming true.

"You gave me a job, shelter, and a purpose. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Lucifer reached up and fed him some of the cake. His pupils dialated.

"That is so sweet Lucifer. I must admit I love having you here, with me. Like this."

"Told you they'd get together eventually" said Satan, Belphie looked at him and they rolled their eyes.

Diavolo ate the rest of his cake, then Lucifer took the cup and slid some of the tea down Diavolo's throat.

His throat burned off

"Oh so you don't like being mute? What about MC? Who lay paralyzed and dying slowly as poison burned her insides? It doesn't feel so good does it?"

Lucifer moved over to give Evelyn a good look at the dying Lord. HE gave her a look of utteral betrayal.

"Don't give me that look. You see these dark circles? Thee are Lord Diavolo designer paperwork special. Giving me pile after pile of paperwork and then letting you pet me like a DOG!" she snapped and black tendrils circled around his wrists and ankles.

"Let's see how like not sleeping for a month. " Then one tendril circled around his body and neck and squeezed his charring flesh. Then ashes rained from the ceiling where Diavolo once lay. Only his RAD medal left in the ashes.

Evelyn picked it up and handed it to Lucifer.

He looked like he was rethinking his entire life once more.

Slowly he ascended the stairs to where Diavolo's on throne lay.

He sat down and Barbatos placed a golden crown with embedded rubies onto his head.

"My Lord." said Barbatos.

Lucifer looked at Evelyn and smiled.

She gave him a small smile back.

Things just got a whole lot more intrestng around here.

Okay guys I'm going to do a part three but I wanted to finish this before Midnight!

Happy birthday LurkingMonsters!