#like okay Maybe he just enjoys the thrill of human sacrifice SO MUCH that all of this is for his little victim (me) but ....... ??? don't

[scare-ard--sleigh]

something that i think is interesting is like. aside from the other christiansens, who else is In this cult lmao??? i know robert was implied to be but obviously that's over, and even as far as his family goes: the kids are merely vessels and joseph thinks so low of mary, i doubt he sees her as having any sort of power ("alcoholic wife whose life i destroyed.") it's really just him and cthulhu or whatever????? why the outfit, why the Dramatics if he's got no one to show off to?????? who is this FOR??????

[diavolosthots]

Ahhh the asks are open!! Thank you, could you maybe do MC being turned into an angel after human age took its toll but MC asks the brothers to make them fall because the celestial realm is way too calm and because theyre not with them and maybe mc admits to the brothers that with them it will never be theyre heaven?

***REQUESTS ARE NO OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

and all of a sudden i feel fucking dumb for making separate fics for all of them concerning this when all i needed was what this anon came up with. Thanks.

THE BROTHERS reacting to angel!MC wanting to fall 

Lucifer: 

To say he was uncomfortable with you being an angel was an understatement. Of course, somewhere in his mind he knew that you wouldn’t end up down here; you’re too good for that, but he had hoped, and at the very least thought that maybe you had done something bad that would cause you to be down here. Honestly, hearing you say you want to fall, for him nonetheless, is both a stroke to his pride and causing his heart to grow like three sizes. Has you back in hell in time for dinner, best believe it. 

“It’ll hurt, but it’s nothing you won’t be able to handle, my Darling”

Mammon:

You were simply… breathtaking. Had he been that beautiful when he was an angel? He can’t even remember. Truthfully, he barely even remembers the fall, so when you tell him you want to fall for him, he may have a few tears in his eyes. “D-Don’t say that…!!!” But really, he just feels super special right now okay give him a moment. Once he calms down, though, he’ll be truthful in the fact that you’re practically burning alive by falling, but he’ll also promise to catch you. Probably stumbles as he does but hey… he didn’t lie!

“I gotcha, MC, I always will.”

Leviathan:

Tears are in his eyes threatening to spill over, his lip is quivering, his hands are shaking. Losing you to the wackiness that is old human age was the most terrible thing he’s ever experienced, and now you want to suffer again? He’s honestly against it at first. “You don’t deserve to be down here, MC. It’s right for you to be an angel.” But mostly he just doesn’t feel worthy of that sacrifice. This is like straight out of a romantic anime. You could’ve spent a lifetime fixing his insecurities and they’d all come rushing back right in that instant, but if that’s what you want, he’ll suck it up and do it for you. 

“You don’t deserve this, MC, but I can’t let you go through this alone.”

Satan:

He has no real connection to angels, although a fire burns inside of him that screams to go against them. Seeing you as one honestly kind of turns him off and he feels the need to escape, although he’d be the last person to openly admit that. Hearing you say the words of, “Satan I want you to make me fall.” is almost music to his ears, and honestly, some sadistic part of him will thoroughly enjoy watching the celestial part of you burn away…

“I’ll do anything you want me to do, as long as I get to have you.”

Asmodeus:

He’s mesmerized by your beauty, and even a little envious. Sometimes he misses being an angel, or at least he misses what he looked like. Seeing you as a being of such light… he feels oddly drawn to it, as if it’s a part of him that’s been missing, because it kind of it. “(Y/N)... are you sure?” The fact that he’s even using your full name should be enough to show how serious he needs you to be about this. Falling isn’t pretty, and turning into one of them is even worse. You’ll feel lost for a long time, because all of them did. 

“I’ll guide you… you can rely on me.”

Beelzebub:

It wasn’t uncomfortable to see you like this, per se, but it got him emotional. He’d think of Lilith a lot now, since the only reason you turned into one is because of her blood inside of you, and maybe you even look a bit like Lilith now. Same wings? He’s not sure… honestly the whole situation has him kind of down, but he’s not super thrilled about seeing you fall either; the last thing he wants is for you to feel any kind of pain. Honestly, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it, and he needs you to be more than sure about this. Like this HAS to be what you want, although he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat. 

“It’d be so painful to watch… but I feel honored.” 

Belphegor:

Much like Beel, he’s honestly feeling more emotional than anything. Angels are not something he thinks about very often, even now with Simeon and Luke. Yet here you are, standing in front of him, and twiddling your thumbs. Were you uncomfortable as well? He couldn’t really tell. Listening to your requests, as much as it made him blush and even a little giddy inside, he’s also worried. He knows how painful it is, how lost you’ll feel… but he also feels oddly satisfied with your decision… and he silently thanks you for making it. 

“Of course… We’ll be closer than ever.”  

[seijorhi]

Acts of Devotion

👀 i um 👉 👈 i hope this is okay...

Akaashi Keiji x Female Reader

TW blood, gore, violence, murder, dub con, nsfw

Akaashi loves you.

He’s known that for a long time now, probably from the very first moment he laid eyes on you, back when you were both just wide eyed first year uni students, wildly out of your depths.

A lot’s changed since then. For one, he now gets to call you his, and it’s his arms that you return to at the end of a long day, his house that you both live in. It’d be a lie to say that it doesn’t bother him that he wasn’t your first love, but he’s contented himself with the knowledge that he’ll be your last. Your only great love.

The only one that matters.

But it hasn’t been without its challenges. He’s learned a lot about love since those early days, about what it means to truly devote yourself to somebody, to give everything you have for them.

Love essentially boils down to two things, Akaashi’s come to realise - sacrifice, and forgiveness. 

You always look so beautiful when you’re sleeping. Of course, Akaashi thinks you’re beautiful all the time; when you’re smiling and laughing, when your face is screwed up in petulant anger, when those pretty eyes of yours well with tears and they glimmer and shine - but there’s something about the peaceful expression, so soft and unguarded when you’re asleep that inexplicably draws him in. 

There’s a part of him that wants nothing more than to stay, to reach out and brush away the hair that’s fallen across your face, pull you closer and let sleep drag him under, but he can’t. 

Not tonight.

Instead he cranes his neck to press a kiss against your lips, a small smile tugging at his lips when you let out a quiet mewl in response. He loves you so, so much… that’s why he has to do this.

He’d forgive you anything. You know that, don’t you?

Sure, it hurt him when he found the messages. Scrolling back through your text history, it was like somebody had grabbed him by the throat and plunged a knife into his gut, twisting it for good measure.

Kaito i don’t know what to do

i love him but lately it feels like idk he’s being a little controlling i guess? 

… but maybe i’m just being paranoid?

He knows it’s not entirely your fault. For all the amazing qualities you possess, you are remarkably naive and so very, very impressionable - which worked to his favour in the beginning, he’ll be the first to admit, but now…

Now it’s becoming a problem.

You haven’t realised yet that everything Akaashi’s doing - it’s all for your own good. 

Your family wanted you under their thumb. They always asked too much of you, guilt tripped you whenever you tried to stand up for yourself or set boundaries. They’d never be happy for you, not truly. It hurts, he knows that, but some people don’t deserve to be in your life, especially when they treat you like that. 

Your job was causing you stress, and your boss was an arrogant, nasty piece of work. His salary is more than enough to support you both, why put yourself through that if you don’t need to? Aren’t you happier now that you don’t have to trudge into that office every day and pretend that it isn’t making you miserable?

Your friends were bad influences. Jealous of your relationship for one, but they were also petty, self absorbed and vapid, always trying to drag you down to their level so you wouldn’t ever outshine them. You’re better off without them, why can’t you see that?

Akaashi’s the only one you’ll ever need.

And he really thought that he’d solved that little problem, but apparently not. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised that out of all of them, Kaito’s the one who’s been the hardest to shake. An old friend of yours from high school, Akaashi had known within five minutes of meeting him that he was head over heels in love with you and had been for a long, long time. 

He can’t blame him for that. You’re beautiful. Perfect. Entirely his. It’s painfully obvious that even before he came into the picture to sweep you off your feet, you’d never so much as looked twice at the guy. So Akaashi was more or less content to let his somewhat pitiful one sided crush on you slide. Considering that he had absolutely no intentions of letting him or any of your other friends remain part of your life for much longer, it was hardly worth wasting energy thinking about.

Until, that is, he read the messages that Kaito’s been sending you.

Leave him

I’m serious. 

My sister had a friend who was with a guy like that. She had to get a restraining order because he wouldn’t let her go - it got scary… You can come stay with me. I don’t want you getting hurt :(

It’s that last one that bothers him. Not the attempts to lure you away from him under the guise of being a safe haven from your ‘dangerous’ boyfriend, painting himself as your knight in shining armour - mildly irritating if not a little amusing - but for putting the idea in your head that Akaashi would ever hurt you.

That he can’t forgive.

He won’t have you look at him with fear in your eyes. 

Akaashi’s never tried to deny that side of himself, but he’s kept it from you, locked it away and buried it deep. The things he does… you’re too pure for that. He loves you, loves the way that your eyes still soften when you catch sight of him, the warm, trusting naivety that bleeds out of your every pore. If you knew what the hands that caressed you so gently had done, would you still beg for his touch?

You wouldn’t, he knows that just as he knows that even if you were to uncover the truth, he wouldn’t let you go. He can’t, you’re his.

Is it really so selfish of him to want to preserve that innocent naivety? 

But it seems like now he’ll have to indulge once again, and Akaashi, really, truly can’t say that it bothers him. Killing other people has always thrilled him, made the blood in his veins race… Killing other people for you, oh, that’s going to be a whole other level of pleasure he can’t wait to explore. 

The pads of his fingers trace the curve of your jaw for just a moment. “Back soon,” he whispers, gracing your cheek with a feather light kiss.

You’ve never asked why the door to the basement locks from both sides, he doesn’t even think you realise that the walls are soundproofed. Tonight he’s grateful. You won’t wake up, he’s almost positive of that, but Akaashi has no desire to be gone from your side for any longer than absolutely necessary.

He usually prefers to take his time. 

His first kill was more of an accident than anything else, there was too much blood, he panicked and it was over in the blink of an eye. There wasn’t time to savour it, to really enjoy the sight of the light leaving their eyes, the weak, desperate struggles and whimpers, the tantalising fear that inevitably bleeds into the air, growing more potent by the second - even the strongest break eventually. He’s learned since then how to draw it out, how to have fun with his work.

But he doesn’t have that luxury tonight, and, as he keeps having to remind himself, this isn’t about his pleasure.

Guns are quick. Messy. Akaashi’s never really taken a liking to the crude, graceless weapon. He prefers his knives. 

Waving a gun in somebody’s face gives them the idea that they’re going to die, and there are only so many times that you can shoot somebody before they just… bleed out. It’s not nearly as satisfying a death. A knife, on the other hand, brings with it more opportunities. It isn’t death that his victim becomes worried about, at least not initially, but pain. And as his hand glides over his collection, Akaashi decides that Kaito is due for a little pain.

I love him, you’d texted. I love him. I love him. I love him.

That’s what he’s trying to protect. 

Long, pale fingers wrap around the handle of his chef’s knife, (eight inches, sharp - a familiar, comforting weight in his hand) and he takes a deep, steadying breath.

Kaito’s mouth is taped shut. Akaashi doesn’t want to hear a filthy word out of those lips. His hands are bound behind his back, his ankles tied to the old, wooden chair. He’s good with his knots, the more Kaito struggles, the tighter they pull. And judging from the ugly, purpling shade of his hands and the tears leaking from bloodshot eyes, he’s been struggling for a while.

Good.

Akaashi smiles as he strolls towards his captive audience, fingering the straight edge of the knife. Kaito doesn’t try to speak, but the muffled whines and sobs grow louder with every step closed between them. The fear and tension in the air is palpable. 

His breath is little more than a frantic wheezing by the time Akaashi stops in front of him and drops into a crouch. Cool, gunmetal blue eyes meet Kaito’s deep brown ones, blown wide with terror.

“I’m not the monster you think I am,” he admits quietly. 

Looking up at him from beneath long, dark lashes, a faint smile on his lips, Akaashi could almost pass for an angel if not for the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand. Kaito pales, his entire body going taut as his gaze slides from Akaashi’s face to the gleaming blade in his hand. He shakes his head in desperation, another muffled scream escaping his gag-

Akaashi strikes fast, like a viper. The blade plunges into the meat of Kaito’s thigh and without an ounce of mercy, Akaashi yanks it back towards his knee.

The scream that rips through the air sends a pleasurable shiver of warmth down his spine, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he feels the muscles beneath him convulse. The gash isn’t too long, maybe a few inches, but it’s deep and Akaashi’s smirk only grows as warm blood gushes from the wound, coating his hand in slick vermilion. 

He tugs the knife free, rewarded with another choked howl from his captive as more blood sprays. Bound to the chair, there’s not a whole lot of room for Kaito to move, but it’s somewhat amusing to watch him try to thrash, escape the white hot agony radiating from his thigh through his entire body. It’s hard for the human body to comprehend that level of pain, and from experience, Akaashi’s well aware that it won’t take long for his body to go into shock and simply shut down from the blood loss, and once that happens, he won’t be of much use to anyone. 

Kaito’s trembling, face pale, his skin clammy. Impossibly black pupils swallow his irises whole, erratically tracking his captor’s every movement as Akaashi pushes himself to his feet and takes a moment to study him. Tears and bubbles of snot leak in a disgusting mix down his jaw, dripping onto his lap as he sobs against his bindings. It’s pitiful, seeing a man reduced to a whimpering, terrified wreck, but as the hand still holding his knife grips at his chin and yanks his face closer, Akaashi can’t help but gleefully drink it all in. 

Your would be knight in shining armour doesn’t look quite so strong and capable now, does he?

Akaashi doesn’t have much time left to make him suffer, but he can’t seem to resist trailing his fingers along Kaito’s injured leg, digging them deep into the ruined muscle - grinning wildly when he convulses and screams, arching up off the chair. 

There’s still so much that he’d like to do. He toys with the idea of taking his tongue, of carving his knife deep into his skin just to watch him whimper and bleed… but no. This isn’t about indulgence. This is about you. He has to have more discipline than that.

Dangling on the edge of consciousness, Kaito meets his gaze one last time. Maybe he senses that his death is close, or maybe he’s just searching for a last minute reprieve, mercy from the cold blooded killer before him. Terrified, agonised, delirious from the blood loss, he tries to speak - a plea, he thinks, or maybe just incomprehensible babbling, but his eyes burn into Akaashi’s, desperate and hollow.

Akaashi’s never been one for theatrics. He won’t waste more time monologuing while your friend clings to the last vestiges of life. If Kaito hasn’t guessed by now the reasons he’s ended up here, at Akaashi’s mercy, he’s far less intelligent than he gave him credit for, but he supposes that he owes him something, at least. 

“I love her,” he says with a small shrug, as if it explains everything.

And maybe it does. 

It hardly matters though, as Akaashi decides to finally end it with a vicious slice across his throat. Blood sprays like a fountain, splattering across the room and drenching him, Kaito’s body slumps in his seat, the last flicker of life slowly snuffing out, and Akaashi revels in the pure, sweet euphoria that floods his system.

He’s never killed anybody while you were home with him before. Normally he’s methodical, quick to clean up whatever mess is left behind. Tonight though, Akaashi doesn’t have the patience for all that.

He should at least take a shower, rid himself of the blood that soaked him to the skin, but the call of your arms, the sweet, soft floral scent he longs to drown himself in beckoning is too hard to resist. He sheds his clothes, casting them aside haphazardly along with the bloody knife as he stalks down the hallway to the bedroom. His heart is still racing, excitement drumming through his veins as he crawls onto the bed and slides the covers off of you.

Dimly, he registers that this is a monumentally bad idea, but all he can think about is the vivid memory of the light leaving Kaito’s eyes and you. Tonight, he killed for you, and it was exhilarating.

He doesn’t think he could stop himself even if he wanted to, and why would he want to?

You’re perfect, beautiful - his. Nothing and nobody will ever be able to separate the two of you, he’ll kill anybody who tries. 

You stir a little as Akaashi’s lips graze along your skin, his fingers sliding the silk of your nightgown up over your hips.

“‘Kaashi?” you sleepily murmur, trying to blink heavy eyelids open.

He wonders if you can feel the way his bloodstained hands are trembling as they ease your supple thighs apart. “Shh, baby,” he presses a kiss against your leg as he manoeuvres himself between them, “It’s okay, go back to sleep.”

Let me take care of you. 

He needs this.

[nmikaelsonimagines]

Howl: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @thewolfwithin23​: Klaus x Reader where Reader is the Goddess of the moon and he is completely smitten with her?

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Klaus Mikaelson was absolutely smitten with Y/N. He always had been. She hadn’t been in human form when he first met her, just a constant in his life, a vision that had existed long before he was born and one that would remain long after he was gone. And then she had appeared to him, every curve of her body matching the slopes that she had formed when she rested in the sky, her white light bearing down on him.

He wanted to hate her, wanted her to feel the pain of what he had felt every full moon for centuries. It was her fault after all; she was the Goddess of the moon. It was up to her how the celestial form changed phase, and it was up to her to stop it as she looked down on him, his bones breaking as he transformed.

But instead she had watched him howl, embrace the praise that he sent her way every single month.

He wanted to hate her, but when she uttered her name, told him who she was and why she was here, he couldn’t help but stumble, couldn’t help but fall head over heels. Suddenly, the moon resided in a special place in his heart and it was all because of the woman who had promised to help him.

She had been watching him, watching him work to try and overcome the werewolf curse that was tied to her, to break the cycle of transforming unwillingly on a full moon. She had felt sorry for him, feeling the pain in his howls, falling slowly for this creature who begged for her to help him every month for centuries.

Y/N had never felt this way about any human before, and she knew that interfering would change the order of things. But she didn’t care, agreeing to help Klaus Mikaelson break his curse.

“So how do we do it?”

“There’s a spell. One that involves a number of elements and crossing certain moral boundaries, but I’m sure you won’t have any problems with that.”

“You sound like you’ve been watching me.”

“Every day of your life, Klaus Mikaelson.”

Klaus couldn’t ignore the thrill that went through him when she said that, couldn’t ignore the way his heart started to beat rapidly. He had never felt like this about anyone, let alone a being older than him. Then again, people who had lived longer than him were a rare find these days.

The idea of Y/N watching him should have made him nervous. If she hadn’t been so flippant in her words, he would have been scared that she would judge him on his dark past. But she didn’t seem to care, and it made Klaus believe that she could be the one to love him for who he was, no matter his mistakes, if she even saw them as mistakes in the first place.

“So I assume murder takes place?”

“I prefer to call it sacrifice.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow at that. “And a heavenly-” Y/N snorted at that – “being such as yourself is okay with that?”

“I would hardly call me heavenly Klaus. You’ve implied as much every time you’ve screamed at me.” Every time he had lifted up his head and stared at her with eyes of blue. Every howl a tirade of curses and insults that could never be unsaid. Curses and insults that he was sure he would never scream at her again. How could he once he had fallen in love with her? “But yes, I’m okay with it. Anything to help you.”

And in that moment, Klaus thought that maybe, just maybe, she was helping him because she felt the same way, because she was tired of the howls of agony that plagued her every time the moon was full, tired of hearing him in pain, tired of hearing bones splintering whilst new ones grew, tired of him hurting all because she cared for him.

“You sound like you care.”

“After all these years, does that really surprise you Klaus?”

Klaus wasn’t quite sure what happened next. One moment they were apart, plotting, and the next Y/N was pressed against him, her lips on his as she kissed him with a ferocity that could rival any he chose to express. He knew as her fingers found their way under his shirt collar, as his hands pushed her dress off her shoulders, as their breath mingled, heat radiating from both of them, that he would howl for a final time that night.

Howl at the moon in a farewell gesture. Farewell from the pain that it caused him, farewell from the hatred he showed it as it bore down on him.

But he would howl in greeting too.

Howl towards love, towards a new life. Howl towards eternity without the fear of pain.

He would howl towards eternity with a goddess.

He would howl towards eternity with Y/N.

Masterlist

[monst]

what do you think are some of Tokoyami’s favorite kinks? Bondage gotta be up there for sure!

Fumi’s sex dungeon

All characters 18+

Part Three. Part One/ Part Two

Warnings: Kinks are under the cut and they get a bit wild so reader discretion is advised. I would put all of them up here but they are all bolded so you can skip over the ones you are uncomfortable with. ^.^

When he’s Top

Bondage- 

     Your breath left you in raggard pants as he tied another knot against your hot skin. The position he was tying you in was a new one and you could feel the strain in your thighs as they were held apart. Breathing was a bit more difficult but the lack of proper oxygen sent a pang straight to you cunt. 

“You're so pretty.” Tokoyami cooed while dark shadow finished off the last couple of knots. “She looks like a nice little present.” Dark Shadow growled. 

Sensory deprivation- 

The way your lips parted in a gasp was mesmerizing and the sound absolutely exquisite. You couldn’t see where they’d touch you next and the suspense left you delirious. Two pairs of hands played with your body a soft touch to your thigh coupled with a frim lick to your nipple. You’d wish the two would stop teasing already. But the way your body arched up in pleasurable surprise was just so amazing to Tokoyami. You were so wet he could just slip inside. 

“Ah!~” 

And he did. 

Wax play- 

   He loved combining this with bondage and sensory deprivation. The cute whines you’d make when the warm liquid would touch your skin had him cumming untouched. He loved taking the time to drip pretty swirls on your ass or watch your body jerk when he’d drop the liquid on to your breasts. 

“You made me mess up that time.” He’d just wipe it off and redo it relishing in the way your body contorted for him. Needless to say the scent of dark vanilla filled your room for days. 

Sadistic- 

     Just seeing you in tears was enough to fluff the feathers at the top of his head. Granted he never pushed your limits but he was always in awe at how well you could take what he gave you. He was a sadistic tease always fucking you into a pitiful whimpering mess. By the time he was through you were to fucked out for words as he made it his job to exceed the number of times you came during each session. 

“Come on lovely you came 10 times last time I know you can push one more.” Dark shadow was no help in that regard as he loved watching your thighs trembled and your voice crack in raw pleasure. 

Impact play- 

      Whips, paddles, crops and hands. He used them all to make you cry out beautifully. You were like a beautiful songbird with every contact. What you loved most about impact play with Tokoyami was that he was always there to sooth the dull sting afterwards. It was a blessing that Dark shadow could stretch out far to bring the cooling ointment from the bathroom. And of course this was needed because Tokoyami went on a power trip when he had you over his knee. 

“Are you okay? I didn’t go overboard, right?” He questioned as he rubbed the tender spots he had spanked earlier. 

“No it was great, but next time can you slap the crop against my clit more that felt really good.” You flushed. 

“Sure thing love.” 

Suspension- 

     You know how people marvelled at intricate chandeliers? Well that’s exactly what Tokoyami does when he’s got you tied up in the air. Granted it takes the help of a very eager Dark shadow but it always comes out perfect. He’s got the pictures to prove it. 

One of his favorite things to do while you're in mid-air is to hold a vibrater to your clit. He’d do this until your just about crying from how many times your body’s been thrown over. He just can’t explain the fascination. The visual, the way your tears and cum sound dropping to the floor! Ughh it’s enough to make him want to ask Dark shadow to hold him up while he fucks you. You know what? Maybe he will. 

Pet play (master)- 

       He loves this. He thinks it’s incredibly ironic what with him having feathers and being birdlike.  The way you call him master with those pouty lips gets it up. Especially when he’s got you leash in a tight grip and your mouth is occupied. With each pull of the leash you’re brought in closer until our nose is buried in his trimmed pubes. 

“Just like that pet.” He groaned “Make you master cum and I’ll let Dark Shadow play with your pussy.” 

Overstimulation- 

      He is really into surpassing each count. At this rate you’ll probably make it into the Guinness world records….

“Again.” He huffed, struggling to move his cock because the tight hold your cunt held it in. Dark Shadow wasn’t any help either always wanting you to finish on his tongue no matter how much you pleaded for him to give you a break.

Gagging- 

      There was something about you slobbeirng over his fingers that made him want to fuck your mouth every time you both played. He got off on hearing you but the aspect of gagging you to restrain himself from falling prey to your sonorous moans also got him going. There was just a thrill that he got from seeing your mouth stuffed be it with a gag, his fingers, Dark Shadow’s hands or cloth. 

But what he loved the most about gagging was that once he removed it your voice brought him to completion. 

Role play- 

      He admits that he was a bit shy in bringing this up but he was so glad that you had agreed to role play with him on occasions. He just loved recreating scenes from books the both of you had read. The lord and the servant. A king and the concubine. A demon finding a cute little nun/angel to fuck. 

You indulged him and he loved you so much for that. 

Degradation/Praise- 

       He alternated between the two. He and Dark shadow took turns speaking verbal sin into your ears. One could be near your right ear calling you a filthy cumslut while the other spoke of how well you were doing. The combination made your toes curl and your head spin. The rough words were sometimes paired with loving touches while the softer words cooed sweetly to you when you were trying something new and a bit more painful.

But you loved the sweet loving words you received afterwards when he was hugging you against his chest lovingly and Dark shadow was rubbing soothing circles onto your back. 

When he’s Bottom

Humiliation- Yes please! Tell him to lick your shoes clean. Tell him to pull apart his checks and beg. He loves being under your mercy and will do anything you ask without hesitation. 

“Show us Fumi, show me and Dark Shadow how you get yourself off.” You cooed. “Fingers Fumi add more fingers into your ass. And smile for the camera.

Praise- 

Let him know he’s doing a good job he lives for it. And you and dark Shadow love the happy tears he sheds when you call him your good boy. 

His head came up from between your thighs his beak dripping from your slick. 

“Like that Mistress? Did I do a good job.” he whined. 

“Yes baby just like that.” You sighed as his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm. “Does my baby want a reward?”

“Yes lease Ma’am.”

Impact play- 

        Slap his ass raw. That’s it. Beat him silly because he really loves the pain. Granted he knows when enough is enough but just seeing you dressed up like in nylon with a paddle in hand has him leaking at the tip. 

“Count Fumi.” You panted

“T-twenty.” He gasped, as his torso dropped onto the mattress the nipple clamps pressing in deeper due to his fall. 

“Wrong. We’re up to Twenty-two.” You teased. “You just want to add more, your so naughty Fumi.”

Anal/pegging- 

      The first time you fucked his pretty hole he was a goner and he now demands that you do it more often. And it’s not like you're going to complain. You loved seeing the dark hero fuck back against your strap. His pale ass looked so great against the black dildo. 

“M-More nngh M-Mistress give me more hah~” He mewled. “Harder p-please ungh fuck me harder.”

You had quite the masochist on your hands. 

Role play- 

       You know as much as you loved playing submissive roles for him you also found it arousing when you played the dominant role in this play. The queen using her slave, the succubus feeding off a human sacrifice, the wicked doctor changing up his check up…

The look of utter submission on his face was so cute.

Sounding- 

        Your little masochist had proposed this one day and now you want to try it more often. Dark Shadow held his shoulders down to keep him from stirring and harming himself. Tears streamed down his feather matting them down. 

“Unngh t-that feels so good~” He drooled 

“Look at you Fumikage, your so fucking nasty.” Dark Shadow grinned. 

“Your doing so well sweetheart.” You cooed bringing the metal rod down again. 

Primal play- 

         Loves being chased down by you. Especially when you're rigging him. It feels as though he’s a bird who has lost all his freedom and the thrill rushed straight to his cock. Sometimes he doesn’t even put up much of a fight because you having your way with him is just so fucking hot.

Dark shadow - 

       Enjoys them all. Seeing both of you a whining mess gets him going. That and the both of you make sure to include him in the play he wants to be included in. You're both grateful to him because the two of you get so lost into it and he’s always there to pull you both back from that headspace. He’s also been dubbed the king of aftercare :P

[nellie-elizabeth]

okay, bear with me because this is kind of an unhinged ramble, but one of the things that’s sort of been driving me bonkers in the back of my head is that the finale was terrible... but that I honestly think it would have been quite easy to change just a few little things to make it... well, maybe not good, but certainly less rage-inducing. I don’t think any version of the story as presented to us would have left me thrilled by this ending, but I can actually think of a few very easy changes that would have had me walking away maybe a little irked, certainly disappointed in what we didn’t get to see, but ultimately more at peace.

Let’s pretend this is a world in which they couldn’t/didn’t want to have Misha in the finale, couldn’t get a big ol’ group of returning stars... and we basically had to work with a bare-bones structure like what we saw in the finale. So this isn’t pie-in-the-sky, what I would do if I could have what I wanted... This is down to earth, pragmatic, simple things they could have done to make it better, if we’re constrained to the basic shell we were provided.

Ready?

1) This is the big one: flip around the "Sam’s domestic life with his son” montage so that it starts BEFORE the vampire case and Dean’s death.

So basically, the montage at the beginning, we see the boys living normally in the bunker. We get the pie scene (which I’ll touch on in a second). But then, instead of segueing straight into the hunt where Dean dies, we see a flash of the next 5 to 10 years of their lives. We see them living in the bunker, but it gets slowly more homey, more lived-in. Vitally, for Dean’s character specifically, we see hints of him picking up new hobbies, maybe he’s playing the guitar, we see him in the kitchen, maybe he’s playing D&D, I don’t know. Something to show that Dean is living life and enjoying it, getting to find out who he is without the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’s not totally settled, you get the sense that the lingering sadness of his losses, the trauma of his life, is always going to weigh on him... but he’s doing what he can to enjoy the little things, and he’s taking pride in his continued work as a hunter.

Eileen moves in, and if we can’t see the actress, fine, we can have Sam saying “Eileen called, she’s getting home late, we should start dinner” or whatever. It’s implied that the three of them are living there together. We see that Sam has a son, we see that Dean is an active part of the kid’s life, a great uncle, totally spoiling his nephew. Maybe we see shots of Sam and Dean on other hunts, we have phone calls, mentions like “hey, Jody has a lead” or “Charlie called, she wants us to back her up on xyz.” Basically, through a montage or through a short sequence of scenes, we see that Sam and Dean have continued on, life as usual... but there’s a peace to it now without big cosmic forces standing in their way. Maybe Sam and Eileen semi-retire and move out into the suburbs, and we get shots of Dean-as-the-new-Bobby, a role I always imagined for Sam, but it works for Dean, too.... the bunker is central station, he’s coordinating things, he’s finding new skills within the life of hunting, he’s mentoring people and still getting to save people and hunt things.

And then, Sam and Dean, who don’t always hunt together anymore as Dean often goes off with other hunters, and Sam and Eileen are less active in the field now that they have a kid, decide to take a case together, just a routine hunt. Cue Dean getting impaled on a nail (or maybe he dies in a less awkward way so he doesn’t have to lean against a wall and make his big death scene looking completely unhurt? Which I thought was really strange).

But basically, we could have a version of the death scene as stands. I do not hate the idea of Dean dying in a relatively “mundane” way... literally just the idea that he lived for a handful of years after defeating Chuck makes the idea of his death SO much less empty and devastating for me, because this time Dean didn’t get cut down before he got to enjoy his life at all. It’s still sad that he’s dying younger than he should have, but he died doing a thing that he loved, he found love in the hunting lifestyle without the pressure of other’s expectations, and we got to SEE that, we got to see him making it his own, and making it just one important slice in a more robust and happy life.

Vitally, instead of saying “it’s always been you and me” during the goodbye speech, and making it all about how Sam is the center of Dean’s world, it would be framed more like “I’ll be okay, Sammy, and so will you... go home to your family, to our family, tell the kid to be good, but not too good, okay? And I’ll go be with our family that’s already passed on... we’ll see each other again. We’ve got Jack looking after us.” When Sam says “I can’t do this alone,” Dean doesn’t answer “yes you can...” Instead he says “you’re not alone, Sam.” Because he’s not. He has a family already at this point, and Dean is his family, but he’s not the only person left in Sam’s world that he loves. Dean can still say he was scared to get Sam at Stanford, that he didn’t know what he’d have done without Sam... but he’s so glad they got to be family, got to share so many amazing years, got to be best friends and be there for each other through so much craziness. This time, Sam’s “don’t leave me” isn’t quite as soul-renderingly tragic, because Sam has a wife and a kid already. The death scene would emphasize the tragedy of this separation, but acknowledges that they’ve grown to have more to live for outside of each other.

Then, we see more of Sam growing old, but he seems less utterly miserable, had more years with his brother before the end, knows that Dean got to be a part of his kid’s life, and feels confident that Dean is at peace and that he’ll see him eventually.

2) The second change is even more simple, it’s literally just adding in a couple extra lines of dialogue to... fix the Castiel situation a bit. So. Ahem. Again, this is imagining a world where Misha can’t be in the episode, where we’re keeping the basic structure. There are just two small changes that fix this, for me.

One, before the montage and Sam having a kid and all that, at the pie festival scene at the beginning... when Sam says “I miss Cas and Jack,” we get a slightly more robust response from Dean. He talks about how they fought so hard to break free of their unhealthy cycles, to escape the influence of fate, and that as much as he wants Cas back, he can’t risk making things worse again and betraying Cas’ sacrifice... but THEN, IMPORTANTLY, he says “Jack’s gonna be hand’s-off, but we know he’ll look after Cas no matter what.” This could be just a faith thing, or if we’re allowed to stretch back into 15x19 and fix that too, Jack could even say that as part of his goodbye, like, “I’ll make sure Cas is at peace.” So now, even though it’s annoying that Dean isn’t rushing to rescue Cas from the Empty, it could be more akin to the later decision when Dean tells Sam not to try and bring him back. Sam knows Dean is going to a peaceful afterlife when he dies, and Dean and Sam let Cas go because they know he’s safe with Jack and also given his rest/peace. (Instead of what we got, which was just... they knew Cas was in the Empty and didn’t even bother checking if Jack would like... handle that?)

Second, when Dean goes to Heaven, at least having lived a decade or so of the life that Cas sacrificed himself to provide for him, he sees Bobby, Bobby gives him the spiel, says that Jack and Cas helped make Heaven better (in this version, Dean would be less surprised by this; he would have known even as he was dying that Jack was going to look out for him and all of the other deceased souls). And then Bobby says, “what do you want to do?” and Dean says “I want to see my family... gotta get some good quality time in before Sam shows up and hogs all the attention.” So it’s like a balance of the fact that he’s waiting for Sam and can’t wait to see him again, but it’s implied that he goes and hangs out with his mom (and dad, ugh, John is the WORST, but maybe he went through The Good Place afterlife and he’s learned to be a good person lol), with Bobby, with Cas, and even with Jack, maybe, as perhaps the new God doesn’t mind chillin’ with the already-dead humans, or at least the ones who raised him.

It would be dealer’s choice as to how Destiel-ish Dean’s final line here could be... he could say the thing about waiting for Sam but going to reunite with his family, first, and throw in something about “there’s a conversation with someone that I really need to finish.” Something vague enough that the homophobes would let it fucking air on TV, but promising enough to put a smile on at least some people’s faces.

Then, instead of the montage being just Dean driving around, we get something a little different, but still very simple. We see Dean maybe hanging out in a house in Heaven, playing with Miracle the dog, maybe a callback to a hobby we saw him have on Earth, playing music or cooking, implying a full afterlife even if we don’t get to see the other people... he’s setting a table for like a dozen people who are coming over soon for dinner, or he’s shouting out “hurry up, my parents are hosting” to an unseen occupant in another room, we see Cas’ trench coat slung over a chair, general signs of habitation and home.

We’re cutting between this Heaven montage of Dean, with the montage of Sam on Earth, growing older (and in my version, someone who knows what they’re doing makes Jared’s wig and age makeup look less like the stuff of nightmares, oh holy hell....). We see Sam letting go, dying of old age, going to his rest...

And in Heaven, Dean suddenly freezes in the middle of playing fetch with the dog, or frying up some bacon for breakfast. He gets a look on his face... a hopeful smile. He’s just realized that Sam is coming. He can sense it. This is what he’s been waiting for, the last thing he needs to make Heaven truly perfect. He gets in the impala (which isn’t literally the spirit of his car, it’s just that everything he loves from Earth gets to be with him in Heaven), and he drives off to the bridge while “Carry On Wayward Son” kicks onto the radio. He gets out of the car, reunites with Sam, says “hey, Sammy. Everyone’s going to be so excited to see you.” They hug, they look out over the bridge... The End.

SO. Just to reiterate, this is NOT my version of what the “perfect” finale would have been. This is more just a way for me to process my feelings about the fact that the episode was pretty much entirely awful in my opinion, and it would have been relatively easy to fix it so that it was only... medium awful. Like, with basically no huge changes, just letting Dean be a part of his nephew’s life, getting to be a part of Sam’s life as Sam started a family, and then still having the poignancy of him dying before his time, but also as a hero, as the best version of the thing he always thought he needed to be but now has chosen to be, has taken ownership and pride in. And then by just buffing up some dialogue in a couple of spots, we could have had an episode that still centered primarily on Sam and Dean, still ended on just the two of them (which, frankly, I’m not mad about, it’s their show, and it has been from day one...), but still honored the message of “family don’t end in blood.” Still honored the idea of found family and community and belonging and living for more than just each other.

And if that’s what I had walked away with... well, I would have had some complaints. But I think the whole thing would have felt a lot less... empty to me. And it would have been doable, within the constraints of COVID, and limited actor availability, etc.

There have been some finales that I’ve hated so truly and thoroughly that there was simply no way to engage with them without it tainting the whole show for me. This finale was so weird, because I feel like just a few band-aids, some punch-ups to the script, would have made me feel SO much better about what we got. They didn’t need to reinvent the wheel with this one. Even given the constraints, they could have been a little more creative, a little more thoughtful, and pissed people off a lot less.

[bloodymarryy]

Anime time

Literally, no one asked BUT MY DEAR CHILD sit down because imma show you my top 10 action/horror/splatter anime that are easy to enjoy for beginners!! Have fun!

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#1: Tokyo Ghoul

So if you follow me for a while now or just have some kind of taste in anime, you should know Tokyo Ghoul.

For everyone who doesn't know it:

It's about the 19-year-old Kaneki Ken who lives in Tokyo and is now, thanks to an organ transplantation and a miserable date, a half-ghoul. To learn how to take control of his now new powers and strength, he has to go through a lot of shit. It's a journey of him finding out where he belongs to and who he really is.

Great anime even greater Manga 10/10 would recommend!!

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#2: Full metal Alchemist Brotherhood

Action, romance here and there, sadness and humor... What do you want more?? Fma Brotherhood has it all!

For everyone who doesn't know it:

FmaB is about the two brothers Edward and Alphonso Elric that lose their mother to an incurable disease. With the power of alchemy, they use taboo knowledge to resurrect her. The process fails. Edward loses his left leg. Alphonso loses his entire body. To save his brother, Edward sacrifices his right arm. Both of them search for the Philosopher's stone to return themselves to their original bodies, even if that means becoming a "State Alchemist", one who uses their alchemy for the military.

FmaB is better than Fma so watch it!! Great ANIME!

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#3: Zankyou no terror

My HEART OMG! This anime has amazing quality, a sad story, likable characters and a lot of intense moments!

For everyone who doesn't know it:

Nine and twelve, the two boys behind the masked figures of the sphinx, should not exist. Yet they stand strong in a world of deception and secrets while they make the city fall around them after their successful terrorist attacks, in hopes of burying their own tragic truth.

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#4: Attack on Titan

This anime literally has no chill omg the ANIMATION!?! Sadness, gore, a lot of deaths, GREAT storyline, and badass characters!

For everyone who doesn't know it:

Attack on Titan is set in a world where humanity lives inside cities surrounded by enormous Walls that protect them from Titanic, gigantic humanoid creatures that appear out of nowhere, kill humans and disappear. The story centers around Eren Jaeger, his adoptive sister Mikasa Ackermann, and their childhood friend Armin Arlett, whose lives are changed after the appearance of a Colossal Titan which destroys their hometown and kills of Eren's mother. The three friends join the Scout Regiment, an elite group of soldiers who fight Titans outside the Walls.

24/10 would recommend!!

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#5: Death Note

Okay but this anime is gold and known everywhere!!

For those who don't know it:

The anime centers around Light Yagami, a high school student who finds a death note. He decides to rid the world of evil with the help of the Notebook. The book causes the death of anyone whose name is written in it and is passed on to Light by the Shinigami Ryuk after he becomes bored within the Shinigami world.

A classic anime for everyone who is a beginner! This is gold! Watch it!

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#6: One Punch Man

Okay this anime is so funny but at the same time there is so much action, this is a must watch!

For everyone who doesn't know it:

The seemingly ordinary Saitama has a unique hobby: being a hero. To fulfill this childhood dream, he trained for three years,, and lost all his hair in the process. He now is incredibly powerful and no one is able to defeat him. In fact, he is so powerful that it takes one punch for him to win a battle,, that led to an unexpected problem- he is no longer able to enjoy the thrill and has become quite bored...

Really good anime! If anyone tells me Son Goku would win against him then bitch no??? Son Goku has no chance.

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#7: Another

Gore, gore and even more gore. This anime is horror pure and has a great story!

For everyone who doesn't know it :

In 1972, a popular student in Yomiyama North Middle School's class 3-3 named Misaki passed away during the school year. Twenty-six years later, 15-year-old Kouichi Sakakibara transfers into class 3-3. He finds himself drawn to the mysterious, eyepatch-wearing student Mei Misaki, however, the rest of the school treats her like she doesn't exist. He ignores every warning and gets closer to her. Kouichi, Mei, and their classmates soon are pulled into tragic events as they try to find out how to prevent everyone from dying- but unraveling the secrets and horror may just cost them the ultimate price.

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#8: Code Geass

Old anime style, but great story!

For everyone who doesn't know it:

Code Geass is set in an alternate universe where, during the French Revolution, the nobles of all Europe fled to American colonies and ruled there from that time on. The resulting country "Britannia", is the world's foremost superpower by the time of Code Geass. The main lead of Code Geass is Lelouch- a prince of Britannia. His goals: he wants to kill his father, the Emperor, for abandoning him and his crippled sister after the assassination of his mother. With his superpower "Geass" he can control everyone who looks him into his eyes. Power in hand, Lelouch starts his quest for revenge.

10/10 would recommend!!

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#9: Assassination Classroom

I really like this anime and the end is so sad????

For everyone who doesn't know it:

A strange new teacher is introduced to Class 3-E at Kunugigaoka Junior High School. The teacher is a round-headed, tentacled octopoid creature that is capable to move at an insane speed. In a year, he plots to destroy the earth but decides to teach a junior high school class in the meantime for an unknown reason. The students greet him with assassination attempts in their journey to save the world by eventually murdering their own teacher, and to earn 10 billion yen from the government.

Really good anime!! Popular as well 10/10 would recommend!!

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Last but not least

#10: Parasyte

I love Shinichi omg gsgsgs this anime has so many cool gore scenes and is worth watching!!

For everyone who doesn't know it:

The sixteen-year-old high school student Shinichi Izumi falls victim to one of the parasites that descended to earth and quickly infiltrated humanity by burrowing into the brains of vulnerable targets. However, the parasite fails to take over his brain ending up in his right hand instead. The parasite, named Migi, has no choice but to rely on Shinichi in order to stay alive.

This anime is good written and modern, great for beginners!!!

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That was it AND THIS TOOK SOO LONG!! But I love anime and wanted to share it!! I hope maybe this helped someone who wants to start watching anime! I tried to show a lot of action animes that are easy and interesting to watch!! (I will make a romance list soon)

Have fun with this new won Infos about these animes, BYEEEE!!

(I don´t own the gifs, credit goes to the rightfull owner, if you know who did these please tell me so I can tag them)

[bijoharvelle]

It happens right after they get Jack back.

Or, it happens right after they get their luck back.

Or, it happens right after they get back from Purgatory for the second time.

Or --  no, sorry. Look, it’s been happening for over a decade, since Castiel laid a hand to Dean to raise him from Hell, and since Dean warned Castiel not to make him open a door and Castiel told him he would give anything not to. It’s been happening through Heaven and Hell and Purgatory and the Empty and fucking Maine.

But it finally happens, really, in the Bunker, after they get Jack back. 

Sam and Dean are thrilled and Castiel is too but he keeps flinching. Dean catches it in the corners of his eyes, like Castiel is looking over his shoulder for something, waiting for some attack. At first, Dean just chalks it up to the second guess of a thing too good to be true. They got Jack -- it’s enough to wonder at what price, what will come next.

It turns out to be much worse.

Sam and Jack put their heads together over the books, which leaves Castiel and Dean to beers. 

“You gotta relax, man,” Dean says as he slides a bottle to Castiel. “Just take the W -- we got Jack. Enjoy it for a minute.”

Castiel doesn’t look up, doesn’t respond, just rolls the beer bottle between his hands. And then, finally, in a broken voice, “Dean.”

It doesn’t happen until after Castiel spills the whole of the story out to Dean -- Heaven and Dumah and the Empty and the deal. The stupid fucking deal. Dread seeps cold and heavy into Dean’s stomach and, well, like he said: at what price? It’s worse than staring down the barrel of his three-hundred and sixty-five days till Hell because this has no ticker. A shoe hovering except the shoe was eternal nothingness.

There are loopholes and semantics abound that could be exploited based on what the thing said but Dean has a feeling they won’t be that lucky. He doesn’t think insisting that Castiel just never forget about the Empty, or never let himself be happy, will work.

“What if you weren’t an angel?” he tries anyway. His throat clicks and he hasn’t taken a drink from his beer in almost an hour.

Castiel doesn’t answer, just settles a look to Dean. His eyes are weathered, weary, and Dean can tell that he doesn’t want to fight this one. He doesn’t want to spend hours and days on end trying for a way out of his bargain. His shoulders hunch and his head tips forward and he never even opened his own beer so Dean pushes both bottles aside.

“What about Jack?” Dean asks in a rush. His hands clatter across the metal table, reaching for Cas’s, holding both of them between his. “He woke you up before, yeah? So when the big ugly takes you, he just… He just does it again.”

“Dean,” Castiel says again. He shifts his hands so that the fingers are hooked around Dean’s. Cas opens his mouth to say more but Dean looks away and there’s a horrible noise coming from his throat.

It’s a chewed-back sob and Dean tucks his face against his shoulder because this isn’t fair, this isn’t fair, nothing about their lives is ever fair but this-- “I’m the one supposed to make stupid, sacrifice deals here,” he says finally, voice raw. It’s a joke, a poor excuse for one, but Castiel does due diligence toward a smile.

“I’m very sorry for stepping on your toes.”

Dean laughs, something loud and wet and then he’s not laughing, he’s crying. “This fucking sucks, man.”, 

Castiel nods. And then, cradles one of Dean’s hands in both of his. “There’s time, though. I -- With Jack, with you and Sam, with…you.”

Dean looks back at that, finds Castiel’s blue, blue eyes and he’s been this strange constant for the better half of this fight. He had lost him, sure, to fights and Crowley and Naomi and Gadreel and then to Lucifer, to the Empty. That last time was the only time Dean really felt the loss, didn’t feel anything when he prayed to Cas (begged, pleaded, wept at the foot of his bed and asked for him to come back, come back, come back, please, God, Cas, please), was the only time Dean really believed that Cas was gone. And he was gone to the Empty and now that very place, thing, was holding both ends of Cas’s thread.

He wouldn’t be coming back again.

And so it happens, has been happening, finally happens.

Dean twists and rises from his seat and pitches toward Castiel. Their faces are an inch apart, less, Dean stops and just drops his forehead to Castiel’s. They close their eyes -- Castiel breathes out, Dean breathes in. “Cas?” he asks and his mouth is practically on his now so when Cas nods it both answers his question and does the job for him.

They kiss, noses nudging clumsily and Dean has one hand planted on the table and the other still tangled in both of Cas’s. They kiss and Castiel inhales like he’s drawing oxygen from their touch itself and Dean can feel the linger of tear tracks on his cheeks. Their lips part, just barely and Dean opens his eyes to find Castiel smiling, eyes still shut. “I could have sold my soul a little sooner,” he offers.

“That’s not funny,” Dean protests.

“Fine, then, you could have gotten your act together a little sooner,” Castiel says and it’s a tease but it still scoops something raw and throbbing from Dean’s chest.

“Cas,” he says, voice breaking and Cas saves him the embarrassment, kisses him again, firm and hot. Dean gives as good as he gets so this kiss is as rough and pleading as the first was soft and searching. The table between them becomes a real hindrance so Dean shoves back from it, notes the condensation print of his palm that marks the metal, and pulls Castiel to him, full-body.

Dean holds tight across the tops of Castiel’s shoulders and Cas reaches back, locking up around Dean’s back except where one hand just brushes through his hair and Dean might be crying again or he might be laughing again but he is for certain kissing Castiel again, and again, again.

Somehow, they find their way to Dean’s room, passing through the quiet murmur of Sam and Jack talking that drifts from further out in the bunker. It’s not a mad dash or a stumbling fit of pressing backs to walls and searing kisses. They just walk, steady and sure, shoulders brushing and when they turn one corner, Dean takes the cuff of Castiel’s trench coat to hold on to.

When the door is closed behind them, Dean fidgets and then blurts out, “Will this do it? Do you think…?” He trails, gesturing vaguely to the bed and then wincing at the implication.

“I don’t know,” Castiel answers without much hesitation -- like he’s parsed the question before Dean even thought to ask it. And maybe he has, maybe he’s played out all the possibilities: getting Jack back, Dean getting his shit together. Cas says he doesn’t know, but Dean is pretty sure this will be okay -- after all, there’s still that whole thing with Chuck to worry about, right?

But they are on borrowed time now so Dean steps forward and Cas does too and they meet in the middle. Carefully, Dean pushes off Castiel’s jacket, undoes his tie, slips the buttons of his shirt free. He creates a puddle of Castiel’s clothing and when he’s finished they’re both panting, with swollen lips and obvious erections and Dean has far too many clothes on, which is something Castiel begins to rectify with a low, throaty hum.

When they tumble onto Dean’s bed, it’s like the universe sighs. Like something deep within destiny finally can stop holding its breath.

The next morning, Dean takes a minute to get his bearings, to remember it all. Jack, Cas’s bargain, mouths and tongues. He reasoned with himself the night before that this wouldn’t be the thing to take Cas but now he can’t be sure and he holds his breath.

He opens his eyes and finds Castiel sprawled in the space next to him in bed. Castiel’s hair is reminiscent of when they first met, when Cas always smelled faintly of melting metal and looked just sideways of human, and his eyes are closed with faint lines of veins showing in the delicate skin there. Dean reaches out, puts a hand to the expanse of Cas’s back -- between the spaces where wings might rest -- and Castiel stirs.

His head lifts up and then he turns to Dean, eyes quizzical. “I really thought that might be it,” he says.

“I’m good but I’m not that good,” Dean teases. And then he shifts his weight, leans toward the angel and slides their mouths together. He ends up with one of Cas’s hands palming his cheek and interest stirring below the belt.

���You’re better,” Castiel says into his mouth and it only half-makes sense but then they’re kissing again and maybe they’ll find a way to kill a pre-primordial cosmic entity or maybe they won’t or maybe Cas will annoy the thing into submission again or maybe Jack’s love for his father will overcome any banal evil or maybe none of it matters, maybe tomorrows will come and memories will last and Dean will, at the very very least, have this and so will Cas.

[sai-teru]

Together with You

Summary: What if, on chapter 271/272 of the manga where Saiki removes his left hairpin device. The device that once removed… people of the world will know of his psychic ability. And what if, when he removes that device, it did really shows all over the world about Saiki being a psychic user? And that shocked even Kuusuke because he thought he de-activated it a long time ago. I want to start the story from that point on.

And by the way, this is a SaiTeru fanfic so what I'm saying is… the story will focus on both of them. We will see what their relationship goes. I'll stick to the manga's story as much as possible but of course, all scene will not be exactly as what the manga/anime goes.

Warning: And also, spoilers for those who’s just starting to read the manga or watching anime. If you just started and saw this story because you ship Saiki and Teruhashi then you'll be spoiled. Just a warning for you guys but, if you don't care about spoilers… then go ahead and read this story of mine.

Disclaimer: All characters are not mine they belong to Asou Shuuichi-Sensei.

That's all and let's start. Enjoy!

you can also view it here (Click) please dont forget to review.review.review. Thank you!

Edit: you can also view Chapter 2 here just click <-- 

Chapter 1: I'm (not)/ready to face the world!

When all said and done, after Saiki got the his limiter back that made Kuusuke frustrated because in just few more seconds he can have his sweet victory against his psychic little brother. But what happened next shocked both Toritsuka and Kuusuke. Because Saiki… Saiki removes the device that lets people all around the world know him.

"With that! This will be fair, right?"

"…Wh-" Kuusuke too shocked to manage a whole sentence. While Toritsuka asked Saiki's decision.

"Hey… Wh-why did you take that out Saiki-san!!!?” Toritsuka said first "Do you know what you just did? If you take out your left device… THE WHOLE WORLD WILL FIND OUT ABOUT YOUR POWERS!!!" he said frantically "You'll never be able to live normal life like before"

"…I know!" Saiki said monotonously. "But I don't want to live a normal life if it's at the expense of others. It seems I've already caused all sorts of trouble for you. Besides there is some truth to what he said. I'm sure things like war and crimes will decline if people know about me. Plus, if my powers keep growing sooner or later I won't be able to live a normal life either. It was bound to happen eventually." He uttered as a matter of fact but, his next words shocked Toritsuka no, what shocked him is that what Saiki showed him.

Saiki smiled genuinely to himself remembering the smiling faces of his friends that always bring troubles to him, and smiling to himself while he uttered his next words that shocked the spirit medium.

"I won't be able to go to school anymore after this. So… give my regards to everyone for me, okay?" he said softly. With that, Toritsuka felt angst in his heart.

"Saiki-san…" he said worriedly not believing that the Saiki he knows will make that face.

"Ah! It's already in the news." Kuusuke intervening his little brother braveness to accept his fate.

Toritsuka's head suddenly turn on his back facing Kuusuke asking him about the news.

"Huh!? Already?" He said worriedly. Then Kuusuke turned his phone so everyone can see what his seeing.

"Here!" He turned his phone to their eyelevel "See for yourselves. The baby panda… was finally born." Both where speechless at what they saw. Relief awash them specially Toritsuka. And as for Saiki… for the first time felt clueless at what is happening… now found his voice and asked his brother what happened

But all he can manage to say is "Huh?"

Kuusuke removing his suit, laughing hilariously seeing the expression of both specially his psychic brother where so much thrilling for him. Then he started explaining to them what really happened…

"I actually disabled that thing forever ago. Where you surprised? Ahahahahaha" again laughing at his brother shocked expression.

Then Saiki removes his limiter clenching his fist "Are those your last words?" He said angrily spreading dark aura in the room that Toritsuka move at the center to stop him.

"Waaaah!! Wait stop don't." The spirit medium hurriedly step-in to stop his friend from attacking his big brother that he still doesn't know at the time. Then looked at Kuusuke seriously and scold him "and you! Apologized!! Saiki-san was so prepared when he took it out!" then he remembered that soft expression Saiki made a while ago when saying his farewell for his friends.

He copied Saiki's gentle expression earlier while saying "Saiki-san actually said something like... Say hi to everyone for me…" then his facial expression turned back to frantic "with that looked on his face. He was so serious!!" he finally said and annoyed the psychic user even more.

"Okay! Both of you just stand still for a second." He annoyingly warns the two but he let it slide for a moment and look at kuusuke.

"And… why did you disabled it? And when? I thought you were serious when you said the world should know about me." Asking Kuusuke telepathically though he knew that he can't hear him but still knew what his asking anyway.

"Hmm…" Kuusuke thought first "I really did believe that back then, and I still believe it till now. If you used powers you could benefit humanity and rid the world of all conflicts." He answered.

"So why did you-" Kuusuke cut his thought off.

"But one day I suddenly realized… who cares about humanity?"

"You should care!" thought Saiki.

"Of course, I think mankind is important. But when it comes down to it they're all just strangers, so I don't really care what happens to them." He then removes his telepathy canceler. And his next choice of words and thought confuse Saiki. "Why should I have to sacrifice my cute little brother for the sake of strangers like them?

"Huh!" thought Saiki. He suddenly felt confuse and un-easy on that words that somehow felt doki-doki without his knowledge. Then all of sudden Toritsuka who's been listening intently suddenly realized something.

"WHAT!!! YOU TWO ARE BROTHERS?" shakily pointing his fingers to them while shocked written all over his face.

"You're just finding that out now?" saiki said as a matter of fact.

"Huuuhhh!!! Seriously??" he asked again confused.

Then Kuusuke didn’t mind the spirit medium as he continued with his explanation.

"Also, about the problem to your growing powers." He chimed and continued. "I thought maybe all the doctors and scientist in the world got together they could find a way to stop it…" then he smiled "But then, I realized that wouldn't work… I mean they're all way dumber than me" he laugh cockily while adding they're all so dumb.

Saiki sighs and answered "You're looking down on mankind way too much."

Kuusuke then continued. "Besides, I've already finished a device that can completely remove your powers."

"Well, I guess that's fine then" He uttered rather calmly without a second thought of what his brother just mentioned. While Kuusuke on the other hand got confused at first because his taking this news normally as he thought. Even so he let it slide as he continued.

"So basically there's no more reason to make your powers public." Kuusuke said and the the spirit medium agreed rather normally too.

"Yeah! If you can remove his powers then why bother!?" agreeing to kuusuke and cheered Saiki that now he can be normal like everyone else "Good for you Saiki-san! You can go back to living with everyone!!" he excitedly said to the psychic.

"Good grief… Just when I finally had an excuse to get away." He said calmly with ease.

"Oh you~ you're such a tsundere~" Toritsuka said in a teasing way.

"Kusuo's always been like that!" answered Kuusuke.

When they were busy celebrating. A thought suddenly cross their minds and now that they realized it. What Kuusuke said just now was a big bomb.

Sweat drop, the two look at Kuusuke with wide eyes and asked in unison "…Wait, what did you just say?"

Kuusuke looked at them confused and said. "Huh?" then realizing what they're asking to him so he repeat his self. "I said I made a device to get rid of your powers…"

Silence took over the place for a minute, harboring the information they suddenly realized until Toritsuka broke the ice and said.

"… Really?"

"Yup! I finally finished it! About half a year ago, I think?" Kuusuke answered rather calmly and continued. "Man~ it was really tough~" He said rather jokingly. "I was planning on using it after I pulled out your device…. But since you pulled it out yourself I wasn't really sure what to do~" he said.

"You're kidding, right?" Saiki, who's still having a hard time accepting the information his brother said. Even so, for the sake of his sanity he ask again. "You can erase… my powers…?" Then imagining his life without his powers excites him. Now, he can be normal like other human beings. He can do normal things. He can do whatever he wants without exposing his self. He can be as normal as he wants whenever he wants. All this thought makes him excited he can get his power rid right here right now with just one swoop. But then, he remembered that he still have one last job that needed to do before erasing his powers. And so he looked at Kuusuke again to ask him one last question. But then, Toritsuka beat him to it.

"So… how can he erase his powers?" The spirit medium ask Kuusuke to which the latter excitedly show his ultimate getting rid of Kusuo's power device version 2.0.

He pick some kind of small box on his pocket and showed it to them which Saiki thoughts his asking for a hand of marriage something like that. But when he saw what's inside… it made him uneasy because it looks embarrassing that he also thought not to use it. The device kuusuke made look just like his limiters but instead of circle the shape of it is like a poof to which disgust him.

"It looks so lame." He said without shame.

"Well don't blame me, I didn't have much choice. It had to be made like this due to the way it functions and the materials I was working with." He said convincingly.

"You're definitely lying" Saiki thought uneasily. Then Toritsuka batt-in.

"Are you really going to put that on Saiki-san? If you do… your powers will be gone!?" asking his psychic friend worriedly.

"Of course ill have it. Besides, if I take it off my powers will be bac-" Kuusuke cutting him off.

"If you put this device on. Your power will be gone forever." With that said both were speechless. So, kuusuke asked him again this time with seriousness.

"You can put this on now and your power will be gone for good. So… I'm going too asked you again one more time… Do want to erase your powers… Kusuo?" with that, Saiki look at the device Kuusuke was holding and now in deep thought on what to do next.

But, in the end he took the device on Kuusuke's hand and hold on to it. Instead of putting the device on his head, he put it on his pocket and instead the device he place on his head were the old ones that shocked his two companion.

"I'll hold on to this for a while. I'll definitely used this when the time has come. Because there is still a job I needed to finished…" He said calmly and then remembering the thing Akeechi said to him a while back.

"Im saying I can still be your playmate Kusuo-kun."

"Is it okay if I come over to hangout again sometime?"

While remembering that scene, he smile to himself and look at kuusuke which the latter got confused.

"I think I'll stay as your playmate a little longer." Smiling genuinely at his brother as he continue. "Try and take it from me anytime."

Kuusuke, shock at what his little brother said look down for a moment and smiled for a bit "honestly… What a bratty little brother." He thought fully well that Saiki will hear him. And when he look at him he saw him smirk. While Toritsuka was happy that everything went well and no casualties happened.

But, the next thing that happened shook them.

Kuusuke's phone rang all of a sudden and the caller was their mom, when he answered it. Their Mom's voice were shaking over the phone. When kuusuke was about to ask why her voice are shaky, their Mother ask hurriedly.

-Kuu-kun… d-do you happened to k-know where Ku-chan is?-

But before the next scene played. Saiki with wide eyes look at Kuusuke, rather he knows what their mother was about to tell. But still… he went silent as he waited until Kurumi announce it herself.

-K-Ku-chan is… Ku-chan is on the news worldwide.-

-End of chapter 1-

[amwritingmeta]

JiB10

So, last year, for various reasons, I didn’t actually put down my experience of JiB, but are y’all ready to hear all about this year’s experiences and adventures? 

Well, in condensed form. I mean, what is this - LiveJournal? (okay yeah kinda is but no not going into excruciating detail here just the best bits) (the choice cuts, as it were) (watch me go full butcher) (it’ll be entertaining I swear) :P

So, firstly, I’m a panel rat. I fucking love those panels. All the panels. It’s mainly why I get the Angel Pass, because the seats are so good and I’m all about them good seats, yeah? 

I have friends who spend a whole lot of time in line for ops or for autos and I just… can’t… do that. Not when there’s talking happening and answering of questions and just that room being MAGIC, because the entire con feels so inclusive and filled with open-minded like-minded human beings who share in our love of this glorious show.

I started a JiB Log, but figured I’d get too distracted to actually update it regularly, because that’s what last year was like. When you’re not in a panel you’re either walking to grab something quick to eat (have to commend the little smoothie place at the airport, because they did good sandwiches and really good coffee at a reasonable price) or you’re heading to the hotel bar to get absolutely plast-… No, actually didn’t do that this year, so correction: or you’re heading to the hotel bar to see who’s there and catch up with people who have been to their ops and are still shaking with excitement. 

(you can also comment on the wonderful imagination of strangers in the ladies’ room when you see them shaking with excitement and are dressed up in bridal gowns) (okay there was one lovely dressed up as a bride so maybe plural is the wrong way to go but the sentiment holds true) (JiBers - you are so fucking awesome and I LOVE YOU ALL)

Okay, so wanna know the most basic things I’ve learned about how to JiB? I mean… if you don’t, then stop reading, I guess, because imma tell ya. #fairwarning

Bring Snacks (you won’t regret it) 

Bring Alcohol (you won’t regret it)

Good Footwear (you won’t regret it)

Clothes For Every Occasion (you may regret it if you overpack) (don’t overpack) (Google “packing tutorial by Jensen Ackles”) (worth it)

Choose Wisely (just general solid advice) (I mean, get your priorities straight) (panel rat or up close and personal kitty cat) (or both) (sidenote: I take it choosing to be both is quite stressful) (make sure that your stress sensors are up and that you don’t overdo it) (switching between rat and cat is bound to be internally messy) (okay that actually came out as not haha solid but actual solid advice so yeah) (be prepared that doing both is difficult!) (and having lots of ops and wanting to do all autos means probably missing a whole lot of panels for standing in line and waiting) (even the solo panels with the main players or - and I will question your sanity - the joint panels that close the weekend) (well not the very final panel) (nobody missed the J2M panel because all ops and autos had closed by then) (but yes prioritise wisely)

Be Open (because, no matter what, you are bound to meet someone you click with at this event) (most people) (actually every stranger I gave a throwaway comment to) (were so chill and happy to have a brief chat or share a moment with me) (so even if you’re traveling by yourself you are bound to feel embraced) *jazz hands rome magic*

Pinches of Salt (take everything you see and hear with healthy pinches of salt) (I briefly forgot about this on Monday morning and oh boy I could’ve saved myself a world of stupidity if I’d only remembered it yeah?)

MNC (get your sweet ass to the Monday Night Concert because both my years of JiBing it has been mind-blowing) (this year was better than last year honestly) (which I did not think could happen) (they are the bee’s bees and the bear’s bear) *throws all the love at them*

When it comes to impressions and memories made this particular trip, I feel like the whole week has been one long run of blessings. Sincerely, it’s been - oh what’s the word again? --> MAGIC. 

I’m not going to go through all the boring personal moments of Holy Fuck *jazz hands rome magic* but I will just say that I think I stepped out of passport control with the widest smile, and it barely left my face for the entire weekend. The panels were wonderful this year. I’m still on a high. No, seriously. It’s almost a week later and I haven’t been hit by the JiB blues yet, and perhaps I won’t this year.

*prays I land a pass for next year* *GAH* *the nail-biting begins*

Confession time? (…when in Rome)

Confession 1 — I have such a crush on Rob. I mean, I’ve had it for years, but time to make it official, I guess. He just seems like the sweetest, loveliest human being and watching him sing is like… watching the stars light in the sky. He is such an amazing singer and performer. He made me cry. He sang Fare Thee Well and he made me cry at the Monday Night Concert. 

*no I was NOT drunk* *though damn that G&T was strong* *oh btw the drinks in Rome are amazing and worth the money because extra alcoholic* *like damnnnnn* *just as an aside* *but also bring your own bourboun* *winks at @waywardliliana* *sup gurl?* *winks again* *winks some more* *can’t stop now* *licks lips* *yeah I know* *uncomfortable?* *licks lipssss againnnnn* *okay stopping now* *….or am I…….?*

:P

Confession 2 — The panel-watching truly is a huge amount of fun. This year there were a lot of things said that made me want to jump up and down in my seat, because it gives me a lot of hope for season fifteen and Jensen provided most of it on the Saturday, and then Jared was pretty much agreeing with Jensen’s assessments of how the brothers’ journeys should end on the Sunday, and I was like GAH! *happy* And then Misha throws in his belief that there needs to be a sacrifice and tragedy and we all went NO! Also his fear that this family of ours will disperse and we all went NOOO! :) Anyway, these are all stated observations, but the confession is this:

As much as I love spending time in a space that is occupied by some of my favourite human beings on this planet (oh but they are), what makes JiB so truly, deeply, personally special is meeting up with friends who otherwise live too far away to see on the regular. All of us convening in this one place to share in this one great love is like electricity through your veins. It’s like… well, it’s like going to a place of worship, and I think you know what I mean. When you’re in a room with a group of peope who’s energy jives with yours, then your energies align, and resonate, and then — MAGIC.

It’s magical. It’s fucking magical. *jazz hands*

Shoutout to everyone I managed to see this year who have not yet been lip-licked at in this post (or real life), whether it was much too brief (so many of you were much too brief) or whether we spent quality time, seeing you all really made the trip sparkle: 

@captainhaterade - who made such a fantastic and impromptu seat mate - thank you, Emily, for having me next to you for most of the weekend! :D 

@eriquin - Meghan, it was so lovely to meet you and I’m thrilled you and Emily both enjoyed your first con, very happy I got to be a part of it! :)

@trickster-angel - my dear Chiara, it took us a few tries, but we finally got to sit down in the Corner (if you get to go next year then I think this may be where we’re all just convene from now on) (*suggestion*) *nobody puts us in a corner except us!* :P So good to meet you!

@inacatastrophicmind - Mara! We met much, much too briefly, but I’m so, so glad we did! See you around tumblr, my friend, and hopefully at JiB11! :)

@misskittyspuffy - aw man, Aurelie, we kept missing each other and I really wanted to sit down and have a proper lunch or dinner, but at least you and--

@assbuttboyfriends - hey, Claire, my dear, at least you and Aurelie aren’t that far away, right? Come visit me in London, I tell ya! :D Otherwise, proper plan-making for next year. xx

@bold-sartorial-statement - a brief hello was still a good hello! Hope you enjoyed the con! xx

@jenmdixon - it was good to say hello to you, my dear, and really hope you enjoyed the con (and didn’t die under those lights because it got HOT) (no wonder the actors are fan-addicts) :) xx

@purgatory-jar - Elena, it was, as ever, fantastic to see you and I’m stoked I got to have a proper lunch with you this time around. You have always been and will always be one of my absolute favourite artists in this fandom and, by extension, anywhere. Already a star, girl!

Shoutout to @northern-sparrow - I was sorry that I missed you at the bar, but there’s always next year. Hope you enjoyed the con and thanks for asking The Perfect Question. :D xx

Finally, @godshipsit​ -- Alessia, my friend, you are this calm, welcoming, very dear part of Rome and JiB for me (last year you supported me so much just by being there) and you are simply brilliant! *all the prettiest flowers at your door*

And to my two felines who are tumblring, but not very often: Laura and Steph, you wonderfuls! Thanks for all the laughs!!

*I now proceed to throw love at you all*

Confession 3 — I have a Favourite Moose. Nope, it’s not who you think it is. (girl, I almost put the hashtag on here but in the current climate) (I think I’d just better not) (especially since I wanna tag you) (hey, Moose!) (hey @natmoose!) (yes you!) (Nat-Blue!) :) #theconversationalists 

Now, the highlights from this years con are too numerous for me to write them all down, really, but here’s a taster:

Ricky Whittle (the man is a genius comedian)

Rob talking about how his fandom experience has changed since he, for the first time, is seeing comments like “I hate your face” (the way he says “I hate your face”) (*giggle*) (also it’s such a question of tone because most of those “I hate your face”s are probably said with loads of love) (because Chuck going ultimate big bad toxic masculinity representative is fucking BRILLIANT) *love to hate his face* 

Matt telling the airplane story

Alex reenacting different parts of the airplane story

Alex choosing Jasmine from Aladdin to put a spin on and making the twist that he’ll rob the wishes from Aladdin like -->

Alex: *sings* I can show you the world *interrupts* I’m just like yo, just give me these wishes. Don’t mess with me. How about this? I’ll show myself the world, okay?

I really, really very much like Alexander Calvert, okay?

Briana being distracted by herself on the stage monitor (she’s gorgeous and she knows it and is also open about how it costs her a lot of money and time and effort and how that’s not for everyone and real beauty runs so much deeper) (which is why she is the most gorgeous woman)

Jared telling us all to shut up during his Sunday morning solo panel (and basically all of his time on stage, but especially this half an hour of stage time, because my GOD he was in such a good mood)

Misha

Jensen going off on a minor rant about Game of Thrones S08E05 because yesssss

Jared doing that jump-and-a-skip at his panel with Misha

Jared’s panel with Misha

Jensen telling Misha he loves him and them hugging, only for Jensen to turn it into a joke and pretty effectively demonstrating how this is how they interact and they don’t mean anything by taking the piss out of each other because yesssss

sincerely, all the solo panels (especially Jensen’s, because he’s so sincere and open and honest about how seriously he takes his work and it’s gorgeous and inspiring and always has been and always will be and)

I mean, Jensen lying flat on his back on that stage and Misha saying You Sexy Bitch is very, very, very… overt. I side-eye. But with a whole lot of appreciation for the balls on those two. I’d venture that they know exactly what they’re doing, and I’ll forever wonder what the percentage is between performative and spur-of-the-moment. Sometimes I think you can tell, but… oh, they know what we like. Usually. :)

Jared bringing the dirty. I just love his filthy mind.

All of their filthy minds tbh. 

Singing Carry On My Wayward Son in the hallway after the final panel is just… one of the best parts, and this year they all came out and high fived and gave hugs and… it was special 

The Monday Night Concert surpassed last year’s and went on for nearly two hours and was deeply moving for many reasons and I wish to the good Heavens (…okay you know what I mean) that Jensen and Briana will record Shallow because I think their version beat the original (damn Briana’s voice is just… damn!) (and I can’t talk about Jensen singing please don’t make me talk about it) (…) (thank you)

Also Richard Speight Jr because Richard Speight Jr!!

Also just Jason Manns because Jason Manns!!

And The Four Cheese!!

See, there’s just tOO MuCH STuFF

<3

And now it’s over and I’m still hopped up on the adrenaline and the happiness and Jensen talking about spreading happiness (I believe it was either during the opening panel with he and Jared on the Saturday or his solo panel later that afternoon) made me feel light as a feather, because he’s right. A healthy dose of real happiness builds you up from the inside out and makes you believe you’re worth it. All of it, yeah? And that, whatever comes your way, you can handle it. Oh, it can be a struggle, but if you only dare to be open, then good things, my peeps. 

Good things do happen.

I hope to see you next year!!

[lovataz]

My Thoughts on Virgin Soul’s Ending

Found this in my draft which I wrote in 2017 (Ha!). It’s quite a long post so... decided to post it.

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So Virgin Soul has finally come to end, and I feel like sharing some of my thoughts here. In brief: I have to say I’m a bit disappointed about how it ends; everything is so rush and there is so many things unexplained. So the rant begins:

First, I have mixed feelings about this show; in general I would say I love it, I enjoy watching Virgin Soul and it did give me such a good time. I adore the characters, the beautiful art style and epic music score, both of the openings and endings are refreshing and catching. But it is also because that I love it and have high expectation in it that, seeing how it ends in such an irresponsible way, comes with great disappointment and discontent. The first half of this season is so interesting; each episode makes me thrill and hunger for the next episode. There is a classical RPG and old-schooled fantasy vibe that really caught my eye. The characters are vivid and distinctive, and the tension between Gods-human-Demons and our naïve dragon girl Nina is nicely portrayed.

But the latter half is not so much. In my opinion, I would say it’s the false time distribution (aka bad tempo) and loss of point in writing that muddles the whole plot and even the show itself.

I’ll mainly talk about my thought on ChariNina here. I still love this pairing. Their last dancing scene is just above beautiful, within the soft piano theme playing in the background, the angst and the bitter sweet feeling is remarkable and heartrending. The lovers finally ended up together, but with a thread of bitterness: he couldn’t see while she couldn’t speak. Thus the couple could only “feel” each other, through touching and their hearts. The blind/mute arrangement is painfully beautiful... the lovers didn’t need to rely on sight nor voice to understand each other; they communicated with their heart and soul. They are both incomplete, but together they become complete. So personally I’m okay with their ending, but not okay with the whole plot.

In the first half, their story is intrigued that I ship them immediately since they first met. After that, each episode is like a cliff hanger, I just want to know more about them and how the story will pull them together or even separated. Till episode 13 is the climax of the show, also of Charinina’s love story to me.

But it would be so much better if MAPPA gives them more time to develop their feelings toward each other. Maybe it’s just because that I’m not a love-at-first-sight kind of person, but I really can’t see a strong reason for Nina’s deep love toward Chris. She likes the man, yes, but since when did she fall so deeply in love with him? We just don’t know. All we know is that Chris is the only man whose presence makes her feel at ease and safe. But this could only be viewed as the reason why Nina likes him. To me, there’s a lack of writing focus on Nina’s feeling toward Chirs progress from “like” to “love”. Especially for their kissing scene in ep17, it should be a pinnacle of Charinina fandom, but I just couldn’t feel the same excitement like their interaction in ep13. Their proclamation of love in the cave scene, seems that they are deeply in love with each other, but before that all they did is:

An arm wrestling game: first met

Chris saved Nina from thugs; Nina invited Chris to come to the celebration.

Chris and Nina’s almost-first-date: a lovely night of dancing and having fun.

Met during the demon’s rebellion: Charioce recognized Nina one sided.

The trial: Nina lashed out against Charioce’s ruling and savage act; still didn’t recognize Chris.

Charioce’s visit in the prison – finally exposed both their true identity: the red dragon and the tyrant (judging from Nina’s accusation).

Reunion during the war: exchanged small chat, dragon Nina accepted Charioce, Charioce didn’t hurt the red dragon. It’s a good proof that they both cared for each other.

And that’s all, not quite much is it? And the next time they met in ep17, it seems that they had been through so much together. Plus, I always think Chris acted a bit out of character in this episode. Maybe there aren’t enough plots for us to understand his character…… but the confession is abrupt and even rather cheesy.

But this doesn’t mean I dislike episode 17. In fact, the scene Chris shed tears on dragon Nina; the lover flied through the night sky of Anatae is truly stunning and moving. It’s the first time we could see Chris reveal his true self, that there is a human heart under the stony king’s mask. And he prayed for freedom and happiness, but he also had to fulfill his duty as the king, he could not betray those people who have faith in him. It should be a big breakthrough in Charioce’s character and ChariNina’s story, but it didn’t turn out as well as it should be. It’s just lack of development, the writer failed at handling the time scale. So it lessens the affection when they finally confessed their love for each other. Lovely still, but not quite enchanting.

So… to sum up my thoughts: If you want to tell an adventurous fantasy with romance side story, then you should stick to it till the end -- the war between Gods, Demons and Human, the final boss Bahamut, the king’s plan and his backstory and purpose, all these factors should be carefully treated.

In contrast, if it’s supposed to be a romance story happened in a fantasy background, which is about love conquers all, then you should give the main characters enough screen time to develop their relationship and to understand mutually, so their love story will be much convincing and touching.

Sadly, Bahasoul just happened to be placed in between.

Not to mention other unexplained/unreasonable things such as:

Favaro’s captured plot and the arena thing: one word - WHY?

Charioce held back his true intention: If his plan is to kill off Bahamut once and for all, than he should at least try to negotiate with other races about the plan, since what he intended to do is based on legitimacy.

Kaisar’s death: totally unnecessary, just to make him a zombie to match with Rita? Nah.

El’s death: I won’t say it’s unnecessary, because it plays a trigger of the war between Gods, Demons and Human. But in the end it doesn’t even matter anymore, because after Bahamut’s appearance, the three races seemed to automatically reach a peace agreement, and -voila- lived happily ever after.

Nina literally stopped transform into dragon as soon as she could control it. Nina, as much as I adore you, I have to ask: Why didn’t you transform during the final war as soon as possible, instead of riding in Bacchus’s wagon? You could easily interrupt Jeanne and Azazel’s attack against Charioce, you even reached there earlier than Kaisar!

Nina’s clothes during the transformation (lol… okay this one could be a gag, but I’m still confused.)

The hint of Bahamut is still alive… to me, this is the worse. This means what Charioce has tried to achieve, and all the sacrifices of people/demons/Gods just turn out to be in vain. Because in the end, Bahamut is still alive, so why did everyone have to suffer so much? The story became meaningless. I know it’s a foreshadowing for season three to come, but couldn’t they just think about something else than Bahamut to deal with? Nope, because this show is called “Shingeki no Bahamut”.

Compared with the prices of the Onyx task force soldiers, what Nina and Chris had paid is a bit… small. It’s not like I want them to suffer (I ship them, so of course I want them to be happy), but seeing the Onyx task force captain being consumed by the green stone, while Chris used it to activate Dromos plus even fired shots TWICE and just lose an eye each time… Hmm. Kinda unproportioned I would say.

What is Dromos? We just don’t know. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A tale of love and ruin, I hate to say that but this catchphrase is so true: not for the story but also appeal to the audience: it makes you love the show and the characters, and then it ruined them in one episode. So…… to put in one line: I love Virgin Soul and Charinina, but for its finale, the sense of disaffection and hollow emptiness is beyond description.

Nevertheless, I’m still thankful for this show, since it accompanied me through the important time of my life and did actually create a good memory. It’s entertained and fun to watch, but once you are into this show, the ending will bring you down. Such a pity, it could be so much better.

[spacemilkies]

midas touch (sweet pea/reader)

summary: the one where sweetpea is a firefighter,                                    recently moved from the bronx,                                                          and is conveniently your new roommate. 

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It was never easy.

Sharing an abode with someone that wasn’t family.

It didn't matter if you were best friends, or childhood life lines to the end of time. There was just something about catering to the needs of others while splitting the small spot of comfort you had in the world. Not just about catering to boundaries or respecting principles.

It was all of that. The whole complexity involved with cohabiting with another human.

Especially one you weren’t in a relationship with.

The two of you hadn’t been complete strangers when you’d come into the agreement. Sweet Pea had been a friend of a friend, a new member of the community from a county over looking for somewhere to stay while he adjusted to the city life. And you, that friend, who had conveniently just lost a roommate to a new job seven hours away became the perfect solution.

And that was it.

Except it wasn’t.

What became a temporary renting accord slowly bled into a more permanent contract. You were so use to having someone to split the bill and having that weight off your shoulders was a relief and frankly, Sweet Pea wasn’t very eager on uprooting himself after falling into a comfortable routine.

Thus the ‘guest room’, formerly your ex-roommates’, was now dubbed Sweet Pea’s.

Sweet Pea who never missed a bill, nor let his mail pile up on the kitchen counter. The same man who respected the golden rule of the fridge, and never ate something that he didn’t buy or have a hand in making. Someone who somehow never forgot to use the fire escape for a smoke break, and let his clothing air out to keep from permeating the remainder of the apartment.

So yes, on the surface it seemed easy.

Too perfect to find fault.

And perhaps you were being nitpicky.

But finding faults proved that perfection doesn't exist.

Sweet Pea was a little too careful. Always friendly, yet still tip toeing. The two of you never advanced to that stage where you could comfortably relax on a couch and enjoy a movie together. Dinners were a quiet affair, most of them separated by time or seat preference.

So in short, it worked until the point that it didn’t.

And it was driving you mad.

“ Morning,” Sweet Pea says around the final bite of his bagel as he bundles his clothing. They were lightly sooted in debris and other dirty and grime. Obviously too obscene to put on the counter, which of course he doesn't. Always politely placing it in the nearest chair.

You round the counter, forgoing the fridge to head straight for the cabinet. Milk was too low for a proper bowl of cereal but you weren’t too civilized to not enjoy a few handfuls dry. The counters that you’d had for years to date were certainly not too good your your backside as you perched yourself. You watch him as his thumb drags tiredly over his phone, “I don’t remember hearing about a fire.”

Ah, yes. Sweet Pea, your roommate by day, firefighter extraordinaire by night- or potentially also by day, if he schedule shifts. The same schedule he so conveniently pins to the side of  refrigerator for your viewing pleasure.

His gaze lifts, clear enough to recognize but not quite coherent enough for heavy breakfast chatter. Had you not managed to catch him, you’d probably not seen him until later that afternoon when he could drag himself out of bed.

Surprisingly, he encouraged the conversation. “Not a fire, small construction hazard. Had to pull a guy out of a hole before the sun was even up. That fact that half of them couldn't even see their own feet in front of them should have been news enough that it was too early to start work.” He snorts in bemusement, lips too weighted down by fatigue to encourage much more. His voice practically aches for sleep, perhaps even louder than his muscles begging for a hot shower.

Crumbles of cereal sprinkle your mouth, but it bothers neither of you as you point at him with the corner of the box. “But then how would you be a hero if simple mortals like the rest of us made such intelligent decisions?”

Oh, that got a subtle quirk in the lip.

“I never complained about pulling cats out of trees. That's all the gratitude I need.”

Look at this guy.

A thoughtful hum rumbles over the soft crackle of your chewing. Sweet Pea is just about done with his own and ready to flee for the day but you’re a step ahead of the game.

“Are you free tonight?”

He is.

The schedule is on the opposite side of the fridge, but you’d glimpsed it enough times this week to know when he’d be around or not.

There is a brief look of curiosity and perhaps concern flickering across his face before he nods his head in acknowledgement. “Yeah, off tonight and go back in midnight tomorrow.”

No ‘why, what’s up?’

Because that would imply that he was impartial to your plans or any engagements that ran in your social circle. Except that, news for him, today it was.

“Veronica wants us all to go out. Nothing special to celebrate. She’s just tired of of everyone being responsible adults and wants to bring down the notch a few levels.”

He’s already teetering on indecisiveness, one that half to blame for lack of sleep.

“Maybe not-”

“Just for a few hours, I’ll even be DD. “

You drank enough on nights out anyway, what was one sacrifice to get the guy a free pass.

Still he looked wary. You might know the same people but that didn’t mean you ran the same circles.

“You can still sleep all day. We likely won't go out until seven,” you offered again, resisting the childish urge to pout.

Something flickers briefly behind his eyes, but the display of emotion is too foreign for you to decipher. “I’ll think about it. Remind me a five?”

That was something.

You nod.

“Alright, night then.”

It takes more effort to remind than to convince. You give him a grace period of nearly fifteen minutes past five to bring up the invitation again.

Fortunately, he’s ready for it. Not quite free from the thrills of sleep but more amicable to conversation than he was that morning. He grumbles out an acceptance, fists digging into pockets of his eyes before shrugging past a yawn.

He’s never graced you with a shirtless visage, not even during a two am surprise meeting in the kitchen on one of his off days. There is still a delicious stretch of skin visible between the hem of his shirt and the low bagginess of his grey sweats.

Okay, so yeah your roommate was attractive- if the firefighter vibes didn’t give off the impression.

Maybe you were a bit put out that he would rather hide that five o’clock shadow than spend more than an hour of social presence within your boundaries.

Was it a tad bit off putting? Perhaps.

But you got it.

Really.

Why make it weird when you have to see each other everyday?

As promised you agree to drive, but he does you one better and offers to split a paid driver.

So there you both stand at the curb of your flat building. It was just a gathering among friends yet you’d taken the extra step to impress. The dress was simple but the length was flirty, the hem whispering promises against the back of your thighs with each step.

Sweet Pea had gone the more casual route, not that you expected more. His flannel appeared more wrinkled from the way it bunched around the hand in his pocket, but the color complimented his jeans well enough.

“You’ve met Ronnie before.”

“The latina, yeah?” you think there is a hint of interest there but it’s hard to tell when he’s engrossed in his phone.

You continue on anyway, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear,”Yeah, the peppy one. She’s into marketing. Uh, her boyfriend Archie will be there. And then Betty too, so likely-“

“Jughead.”

He doesn’t look up but there is something more palpable in the air. There was an odd sense of familiarity between the two men that had yet to be unraveled, despite Veronica’s best attempt.

For the longest, Jug had been your sole connection to your roommate and the pseudo realtor who put you together.

Yet you doubted sincere amicability between the two.

“He’s probably not  super keen on going. So at least you have a sulking buddy.”

Sweet Pea only grants you a snort.

You’re grasping for straws of conversation when you’ve saved by the slow crawl of a cab as it pulls in front of you. Sweet Pea goes for the door only to have it swing open to greet him instead.

“Oh!”

“Ronnie?”

The affronted woman smiles sheepishly from the seat,” I had to make sure!” From begins her you catch her boyfriend’s apologetic shrug and wave.

“But I see you’ve managed the impossible.” Sliding back across the seats, she claps with urgency. “Let’s go then, Betty is reserving a table.”

You briefly glance back at Sweet Pea, wondering if he’s still sharing the same scene as you. With Archie alone that already cut your roommate’s height out of the equation. Add two girls and you’ve got a car packed to even the driver's discomfort.

“Rons, there is no way we’re going to fit. We’ll catch the next one.”

You don’t know why you wasted the breath, knowing it would be stomped out by insistence.

Archie was expectedly compliant, not even flinching when Veronica climbed in his lap. Even with her  head hung low to escape the brush of the hood and her legs tucked close it would be a fit closer than you’d ever been slotted in with Sweet Pea. It had only taken a glance back to confirm his apprehension.

“Ronnie really it’s fine.”

Naturally she wasn’t having it. “We can sit here all night but I promise you the driver is going to break first and then we’re just going to have to start all over again.”

You believed her.

Archie never stood a chance.

And you were starting to sense the driver’s growing annoyance.

That just left Sweet Pea.

“Fuck it.”

You watched in surprise as the giant bent to her will, easing himself into the limited space with a grunt. It was impossible to miss the agitated barb towards ‘upper eastsiders’.

Veronica is giddy with her accomplishment which turns the table to you.

And you’re unable to discern if it’s a good hand or not.

Sweet Pea offers a hand to your surprise, gentle as he guides you over the ledge and under the roof. It’s unbearably tight, and expectancy intimate.

To save space, your back lines up with his chest and his legs are spread to give yours opportunity to stretch out unhindered.

You learn that he does actually have cologne and in the same breath decide that you prefer the smoky aftertaste of fire and brimstone.

A gasp expands your chest as the cab lurches into motion, momentum drawing you back as his hand comes up to brace your thigh. It only takes an addition shift for you to lie to yourself. Assuring in falsehood that you didn’t feel the way he moved in turn behind you. And how you certainly missed the way his hold tightened and slid up in a slow heated crawl.

You shared a brief gaze and you wondered when lying became a second language for you.

From the corner of your eye you catch Veronica’s smug grin.

“Let the night of debauchery begin.”

Notes: I had other scenes in here, but then it got long. Still figuring out where I’m taking this. But I had the urge to write so I did. I have to take it when I can. 

probably going to add more scenes but eh maybe just in upcoming parts

[rougepetale]

I will love you till the end of time. (Hue) (Fluff/Smut)

 Fandom: Star Crossed Myth (Love 365)

Pairing: Huedhaut x Reader

Warning: Smut and TRIGGER WARNING talks of death and dying

Note: This bully prompt has actually aligned a story I have been kicking around for about.....5-6 months now so this will only be part 1 of maybe a 3 part story! So, enjoy the fluff/ smut while it lasts!

You were visiting Huedhaut in the heavens because you haven’t seen him in a week, you knew he was busy but you just needed to see him…. Even if it was for a moment, remind him that you existed.

Your breath was stolen as you walked through the door, the heavens always were breathtaking. The air was fresh and the water was pure and everything was absolutely beautiful.

By now you knew the layout and which route to get to Huedhaut. Walking through the gardens you stroked the petals of the various flowers. You loved the garden, it always relaxed you. Distracted you stopped under the gazebo smelling the flowers that bloomed there. Kneeling you inhaled the gentle smell of the flowers before you. You remembered when Hue took you to the gazebo and spent time with you.

“Miss _____” came a small voice, you jumped when you heard your name.

“YES!?” you squeaked out, suddenly embarrassed that you were caught smelling the roses, the person who called out to you was none other than Vega.

“Oh! Vega! It’s you! You scared me.” You replied, putting your hand over your wildly thrashing heart.

“SO SORRY!” she squeaked out. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” She looked around looking for Lord Huedhaut. “Is Lord Huedhaut around?” she asked.

You shook your head softly, “No, I was just on my way to go see him…. But I was distracted by the flowers, they’re so beautiful.”

Vega smiled, “Yes, they are beautiful.” She beamed at you, “Would you like for me to go get Lord Huedhaut?” she asked, eager to be helpful to you.

You nodded, “Yes, please. Thank you.” You replied, Vega bowed to you and left. Turning away you looked out towards the rest of the garden. You however didn’t notice a goddess walking up to you.

“Excuse me,” she called out, you jumped again not expecting another person here. Turning you saw a goddess by the entrance of the gazebo, her black hair was pulled up into an intricate bun and her makeup was beautifully done. Every person who lived in the heavens always looked ethereal and perfect. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, taking a delicate step forward, she produced a kiseru from the folds of her clothing.

“No, I don’t mind.” You stepped to the side to give her room. She nodded as she stepped forward and looked out to the garden like you.

“I knew you when you were a goddess” the goddess said, nonchalantly she didn’t look at you. You looked towards her and your jaw fell open. “You were an odd goddess back then. You never walked, always ran.” She took a drag of her kiseru and blew out, “You were a favorite to work in the Department of Wishes. Simply because you were the goddess of fate” you turned towards her, wondering if you would learn more about your past self. “You caught Lord Huedhaut’s attention, you were so clumsy!” she laughed but the laugh had you shivering.

“You were an unworthy candidate for his love back then too.” She took another drag of her kiseru and blew a steady stream out.

You turned fully to her, waving your hand before your face, “Pardon?”

She laughed, “Everyone danced around you. Your father, the King, both Ministers, they all danced around you.” She picked a flower that was growing by the rails of the gazebo, “All because you were the ‘Goddess of Fate’” she punctuated your previous title with air quotes, she then brought the picked flower to her nose, inhaling gently, “Even though you were a worthless goddess otherwise.”

Her words stung, worthless? Was Hue only with you out of pity or curiosity? You could feel a lump in your throat, “I’m not her.” You defended. You weren’t worthless, you were making a difference in this world and with Huedhaut.

She sat on the rails, “Explain.” The kiseru found its way to her lips she inhaled and a stream if smoke came through her nostrils giving the appearance of a dragon. “How are you any different from your past self?”

Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you thought, “For starters I’m a human.”

“A far cry from your divine being. I assure you.”

You growled internally, this goddess was terribly rude. You wanted to slap her, but humans are very weak against a goddess who with one snap of her fingers can end your life…. Or at least make it a living hell.

“Is there any other differences little human goddess?” when you didn’t reply she continued on with her torment, “You left Lord Huedhaut to deal with the stupidity of man. “ she bared her teeth at you, “He was useless for months! He mourned for your stupidity! The King could just recreate humans, but no, no, you had to go and sacrifice your life and cause permanent tear in the Heavens for some science experiment that the King made up!”

You looked down, depressed. “It’s not fair to compare me to her. I don’t know my past self.” You feebly argued back.

She stood and walked towards you, you stepped back away from her, “He even sacrificed the stars in his eyes for you!” she was too close, too intimidating.

Fed up, you really just wanted her away from you and you lashed out, “I didn’t ask for him to do that for me!” your voice became shrill, “I didn’t ask to be reborn.” You fought back tears now, “My past self I can only assume wanted his happiness! Not his sadness!”

The goddess smirked, she was all too thrilled to get under your skin. After all how could a mere mortal capture a god’s heart? “And what little human goddess,” she said, remaining calm “Can you do towards his happiness?” she was chest to chest to you, “Every time he looks at you he sees his past mistakes” once again she inhaled and exhaled right in front of your face, “With this human form you’ll die again. And what will you do then? Ask Lord Huedhaut to remove his other stars, will you ask him to die so that you can cheat death for a third time?”

Fresh tears sprung from your eyes, “I would never! I would never ask for him to remove his stars for me to live! I didn’t ask for him to do it in the first place!”

“____” you heard your name being called out. There stood Huedhaut. He came to you quickly, he could feel that the scene was tense and the goddess that was with you was a known gossiper and one to start in fighting.  He could sense your distress, “_____” he called out again. He was arm’s length away, “Are you okay?” He instantly became angry, seeing that you were being bullied.

You had to get out of this situation, “I’m fine!” You ran past Huedhaut and the horribly mean goddess.

 You want all the way to the refection pool that you have seen Huedhaut work at before. Collapsing by the water you wept, slowly the water began to glow. Surprised, you wiped your tears you looked down at the mystic water, maybe this magical water can help you find some clues about your past. “Please! Please show me my past self!”

The water made no indication to show you what you wanted, “Please!” you begged, when it didn’t respond you angrily hit the surface of the pristine water, causing miniature waves to splash around.

Steps were heard and second later you felt the warmth of a body beside you, a delicate hand extended to the water. A single finger stilled the upset water, “I’ll show you” Huedhaut whispered, he grabbed you and pulled you close to his body.

The water began to glow again, this time a blurry image began to appear. A young goddess was running through the palace trying to catch some animal. Hue was standing stoic before the pool, concentrated on work.

The deft jackalope had skillfully evaded you until you ran into Huedhaut. He successfully guessed what was happening with you. You watched in amazement as your previous self, talked with Huedhaut. Even back then he was beautiful and so cocky. “That was our first encounter.” He said, “I fell in love with you then.” He kissed your cheek as he rubbed your arm, “You were such an oddball…. I had to know everything about you, the famed Goddess of Destiny.”

“There isn’t such thing as love at first sight.” You whispered, you didn’t think that he could fall in love with you that fast.

“You would think that, but you were an enigma…. Something I had to solve, and the closer we got the more addicted I became.” He replied, turning back to the water it showed you sleeping in the garden enjoying the warmth of the sun.

Huedhaut had found you and stroked your hair, he had this tender look on his face, ‘Your creativity when it comes to napping locations never cease to amaze me….” He whispered to your unconscious body. “I wanted so desperately to kiss you right there, you looked so peaceful.” He commented. He rubbed your hair absentmindedly he loved how soft your hair and the shampoo that you used calmed him.

The water changed to what you recognized as the archive. Your past self was once again asleep in the quiet room, Huedhaut had come down to research something that he had long forgotten what it was when he saw you asleep. He was astounded to see you sleeping here, ‘Napping in the archive… you’re too relaxed for your own good, goddess.’

“You liked to sleep,” Huedhaut commented, “I always found you in the most compromising positions and in the most vulnerable places.” He kissed you again, standing he pulled you up and began to pull you away from the water…. He didn’t want you to see your past self, when you sacrificed yourself for the rest of the human race, it hurt him so much when he thought back to those days…. He was so lost in grief he didn’t know if he could pull out of it. When he learned he could keep your soul from leaving permanently vanishing from this world he did what he had to do.

You looked back, wanting to see more of your previous self, “Wait Hue!” you fought back, “I want to see more!”

He smirked, “Sorry darling. The reflection pool can’t show you everything.” He kissed your knuckles, “Come darling.”

He walked hand in hand with you, he was leading you back to his room. You swung your hangs gently between you both. “Hue?” you asked.

“Yes?” he replied, glancing your way, he noticed you were still upset from the earlier encounter with the goddess, “I will deal with that goddess later.” He promised.

You laughed, you loved how protective Hue was for you, “Hue….. The goddess actually brought something up for me to think about.”

“She is known for being mean.” He tried to divert the topic.

“When I die…. I don’t want you to die with me.” You said, “It would hurt me so much to learn that you followed me to the afterlife.”

Hue stopped, turning he cupped your face in his hands, his eyes intense “We will not talk about this right now, your time is not any time soon.��� He kissed you deeply.

*Snap*

Instantly you were both in his room. “If and when that time comes… I will do everything in my power to prevent it.” He promised, he began to slowly strip you from your clothes “But tonight… lets ignore it and just enjoy each other.”

“But aren’t you working?” you asked between kisses.

He grabbed your waist and walked you backwards, “There is plenty of time, this time with you is precious.” However, with his mind in the mist of lust he was not walking you back to the bed. Your foot slipped!

Your scream pierced the air as you fell backwards into the water, your hands grabbed his uniform and he fell along with you.

Emerging from the water there was two things you noticed, first you were both naked, Hue must have snapped his fingers before you could comprehend what was happening and second Hue was blushing from his toes to his ears.

“I am terribly sorry _____” he apologized.

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Well it makes it easier to get to the fun stuff easier.”

He kissed you deeply once again, his hands found your breasts as he fondled them. “I love you, I love everything about you.” He pulled you close to his own body, “I will love you till the end of time.” His fingers found your core and stroked gently, usually he wasn’t gentle but today was certainly different. He didn’t want you to think about death or anything of that nature.

You sighed gently as he stroked your core ever so gently, building to a crescendo. “I love you too Hue” you gasped out, your fingers tangled into his midnight hair, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him close. “I will always love you with all my being.”

Your right hand found his cock, hard and waiting, you stroked him just as gently as he was stroking you. Your nails send shivers up his spine. Your fingers wandered further down and you found his perineum and gently stroked him there. You touching had him groaning and thrusting into your hand.

“Where did you learn that?” he asked, gasping.

“Internet.” You replied, your kisses sloppy on his face, “I heard you men loved to be touched--- ahh!” you gasped out as his fingers curled inside you “N-Not fair!”

“Never claimed I was” he said with a smirk. He aligned you over his engorged cock couldn’t take it much longer and he impaled himself within you. “I know your body better than anybody. I know exactly what makes you moan loud and what stops your breath.”

You felt a pang of sadness, he knew everything because he made love to your previous self…. Hue must have noticed your sadness and captured your lips, “You are different from your past self, your past self was far more shy and reserved.” He began thrusting “I had to treat her like porcelain… you, you like it rougher than her.” He bit your jugular.

“H-HUE!” you gasped out, your hands gripped his back digging into his flesh. You ground your hips into his own.

“Tell me how you like this _____” he couldn’t tell you how much he loved it when you talked dirty, and the fact that your breasts were nearly jumping out of the water with every thrust he made had him mesmerized by your body.

“Hue! Fuck, I love this… fuck me harder!” you gasped out, “Fuck me till I can’t see!”

“As my goddess wishes” he complied and grabbed your leg he pulled it higher, giving him better access, “Touch yourself babe.” He whispered into your ear. You didn’t need to be told twice as your left hand found your cunt you rubbed hard. The added simulation had your body coiling quickly. “That is a good girl.”

Your orgasm exploded as your head was thrown back in ecstasy.” HUEDHAUT!” you screamed out, your voice reverberating over the room.

“The entire heavens heard you, love” Hue praised. He himself had not yet found his release and was now desperate to follow your lead. Once down from your high you grabbed what you could and pumped him hard.

“Ah baby, you know exactly what I like” Hue praised. You kissed his cheek and neck, licking the droplets of sweat from his neck had him moaning “Gods you are perfect.”

“I aim to please.” You replied, you pumped him harder before he unleashed his load upon you and he relaxed in your hands. “Good job, Hue.”

He smirked as he gathered you into his arms and took you to bed, “Rest now love, we’ll talk in the morning.”

He tucked you into his own body and his heart beat lulled you to sleep.

  Dawn had broken and you stretched happily in bed, Hue was of course already awake. “I’ve been thinking” he said softly while kissing your shoulder. “We need to talk to the King.” He helped you in the shower and to get dressed.

Hue knocked on the door to the throne room, magically it opened and there sat the king of the heavens.

“What a surprise, I wasn’t expecting visitors so early.” The king said, a knowing smirk on his face. “What brings you here, Huedhaut and human goddess ______” he asked.

Hue bowed to the King, “Thank you for seeing us this early, your highness.” Hue didn’t specially like sucking up to the king but what he was going to ask would require him to suck up pretty big. “I have a request, Your Highness.”

The king shifted to his side “Oh ho?” he replied, curious.

“I humbly request that you return _____ to her godhood.”

[yyh-revival]

Alot of people draw parallels between Kurama and Kurapika, Hiei and Killua, Yusuke and Gon, Kuwabara and Leorio But no one comments on how Karasu is this weird hybrid of Ilumi and Hisoka. ( Also Sensui and Chrollo)

Wish I could help you there, but I only saw I think two seasons? Maybe one season. *shrugs* I could never get into Hunter x Hunter. I have a few theories for why, I think, but it’s all super subjective. One of my friends is the exact opposite, obsessed with HxH and unable to enjoy Yu Yu Hakusho.

If you are a fan of HxH, I strongly advise you don’t read this. These are my personal opinions on why I cannot stand the show, not a detailed analysis of the show itself or objective view of its merit. Will be under cut.

Also I am sleep deprived and potentially tipsy so this will likely not be coherent. *finger guns*

Anyway, for me, HxH always felt… too on the nose? Too Naruto-like, in a way? Here, meet Gon, he’s a super nice and friendly dude, but oh no, he has a tragic past because his dad is missing… And now he wants to be just like his dad, who is missing, so why is he emulating a dude he doesn’t know? And here, meet Killua, he’s a psychopath and he’s like 10. Instead of getting this kid a therapist the older characters around him are going to encourage him to go kill people. Oh yes, these children are also murderers. Meet Kurapika, the Kurama of the group, who is also a bishie, is low-key scary, intelligent, caring, and also has a tragic past! Yay… And Leorio… I confess I don’t know shit about him. But he probably has a tragic past.

Okay, I am probably being too harsh on this show. I know it’s beloved by many people. But the constant pushing of “tragic!! So sad!!” and “child murder! Yay!” Is just not my cup of tea. 

YYH did this way better, in my opinion. The tragedy is there, but it’s layered on slowly. Hiei, who arguably has one of the most tragic childhoods a shonen character ever experienced, doesn’t actually tell us what happened to him until the show is almost over. We get to learn who he is, what makes him tick, we get to love him, ponder about his past, get invested. Then we are given the sad. But HxH is like Naruto in the fact that it just shoves it into our face, as if to say, “hey, this character had a bad childhood, you should feel sorry for them and love them.” I just hate that. 

And Gon… that friendly optimism is just… weird? He feels 2-d to me, not like a real child. Whereas the imperfect Yusuke acts exactly as you’d expect a child in his position to act. He has daddy issues because he never had a father. He has issues with authority because his mother was awful and he never felt safe or comforted by the adults around him. He gravitates towards male role models and at the same time rejects them. He respects only one authority, Genkai, because she is the first adult who taught him what he found useful. His kindness, his empathy, all that is earned. When Yusuke tells Genkai he cares about her, when he cries over her death, we believe it and we feel it, because we saw what he was like when he didn’t care, when he didn’t have an adult to turn to. It’s like a child that had been neglected all his life who was suddenly thrust into a foster home or an orphanage where one cranky lady is done with life, so she’s honest and raw and doesn’t throw platitudes into his face, and he respects that. He gravitates to it the same way 9th grade students do to the teacher who uses swear words in class and isn’t afraid to show the Romeo and Juliet movie that has the *gasp* boobie in it. His relationship with Genkai is realistic and earned, and genuine like crazy, and when he mourns her, the first and only adult he respected, loved, and felt safe with, we all mourn with him…

But Gon? I don’t know. He just put me off from the start. He doesn’t seem to have a reason for being so damn friendly. He doesn’t seem to act like a normal human being at all. He’s just this weird 2-d cartoon that tries to kill with kindness and be just like his missing dad instead of, ya know, doing the realistic thing and having a complicated relationship with him. Like, Yusuke doesn’t hate Atsuko. But he sure does blame her for lots of things. I can interject my own childhood here, because my feelings toward family are also complicated. I know the “missing parent” thing really well because my parents lived in a different county for half of my childhood, and I can tell you, while I understood why they did it, and loved them, and appreciated with all my heart the sacrifices they made… I still did, and still do, blame them for robbing me of a normal childhood. Of robbing me of a relationship with them. Of robbing me of that mother-daughter best friend dynamic, of being able to tell them all my secrets and feel like they’re part of my life and not just distant parental figures I respect and love the way the religious love and respect their gods. And Yusuke is the same. His relationships with all the adults in his life, even some of the other kids, are complicated and layered and realistic. He knows his mother had a raw dealing having him at what, 15? But he also blames her for not doing more… Hiei, how does he feel, knowing that his mother died, instead of leaving the Glacier Village during her pregnancy or right after birth to go look for him? How does he feel knowing she stayed there, and died there? It wasn’t her fault. She was heartbroken, she was exhausted from giving birth, and she was weak and scared and alone… it’s even implied she committed suicide. And if she did, don’t you think Hiei might still feel complicated about it? Don’t you think he might feel like she should have been stronger, for him, for this small child that didn’t deserve his fate? She should have lived and left the village and searched for him! She should have looked even if she knew he was dead, if nothing else then to bury him! That’s the sort of thoughts I bet once ran through his mind…

But Gon? Nothing. Just… love for mom and idealizing dad. It’s boring, unrealistic, and I hate it.

Killua, my friend’s favorite shonen character (if not favorite anime character) of all time is literally one of my least favorite, and the only character I might have liked, Kurapika, was clearly ripping off of Kurama, whip and all included. So I just could never finish the show.

As for the Karasu question, technically, he came first, so those other characters are based on him. But from what I did actually see of Hisoka… he’s like an evil pedo (right?? I heard something like that??) clown. That’s what he is. How is he threatening? This isn’t even a rhetorical question. Creepy, maybe. But I’d just feel slightly uneased by him and then call the police if he came near me. If Karasu had his eyes on me like he did on Kurama, I’d probably shit my pants, let’s be real. 

Karasu was a sadist. He was thrilled by the “intimacy between murderer and victim.” And the scariest shit of all? You can sorta understand him. When you murder someone, you are the only person in the world to see what happens to them. You have complete control over that person. You are their god, deciding if they are worthy of life or death. It’s an urge you can theorize about, can talk about, can even understand to a degree. But Hisoka? He uh, wears clown clothes and chases Gon? Or something? He makes scary faces? Karasu doesn’t have to even show his face to be terrifying. He just has to talk about his hobbies and his beliefs. Hell, the moment she shows up you feel something is up. I saw Hisoka like, at least 10 times and I still don’t know shit bout him. Karasu had like, 3-4 speaking scenes and they all made him fucking scarier with each one. I felt like each scene with Hisoka added absolutely zero to the show. Not to mention how fucking slow it was…

I feel like having a character target your young protagonist and make creepy faces at them is just lazy. Dude is, and I know Naruto came after, but that’s the show I saw first and actually know a thing or two about (till whenever shippuden started). So dude is just like Orochimaru. Now I was never scared of that guy, I just thought he was a total creeper. To me, there were way scarier moments. Hell, even Gaara’s brother, when he like, trapped a guy inside a puppet and then blood dripped out? Was that him? Anyway, that moment was way freakier than anything Orochimaru did. Karasu’s like 3 scenes were way more psychologically scary than all of Orochimaru’s scenes put together. And I got the same vibe from Hisoka as Orochimaru. The, he’s creepy and these kids should definitely find an adult asap, and not “holy fuck that’s a mass kidnapper/rapist/torturer/murderer and holy hell I am fascinated and also terrified and holy shit Kurama run run run!” 

*shrugs* Karasu is honestly probably the scariest villain in YYH, too. Only because he enjoys torture and murder, and he explains why. And the explanation makes fucking sense and its so terrifying that I can’t

and he also doesn’t look like a clown. That’s a major plus. I’m not and never will be scared of clowns. Like… its a clown. Its colorful and does weird shit. How is that scary? No, demonic looking motherfuckers with long ass ink black hair and eyes that glow purple with glee at the thought of ripping blood curling screams out of someone in front of a giant ass audience, and lamenting that they wish they could fucking keep him and I dont know fucking fuck his corpse is that what he meant cause holy fuck!??! 

Anyway, Karasu gives me nightmares and I love him and I don’t care for HxH and I need sleep and love you all very much please don’t hate me for disliking this show I really did give it like, three separate chances. *shrugs*

- Mod Lola

[seraphine16]

Red Strings of Fate - Part 1/6

Prompt: Beginning

Summary: Soulmates are tied by red strings. You can cut yours if you want to, then you’ll be reassigned to someone else, someone who’s perhaps- better. But beware; If you cut it three times, you will end up alone for the rest of your life.

Rating: T for now, will be mild M in later chapter

Words: 2403

Notes: This will be a short series of prompts instead of one-shots. Publishing one chapter per day is not my style so I’m pushing myself a bit here, I might repost the better version on my AO3 or FF.net account when I have the time. Enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Soulmates are tied by red strings. The string would only appear once your soulmate is nearby- within your town area. Once it appears, it will never disappear even if that person went far away. Only you could see it, no one else could- except for your soulmate, of course. However, even if you could see it, it tangles, and leads to an invisible path, you would only be able to see the end of the string once your soulmate is right there, in front of you.

Kirishima Touka’s red string appeared recently, but she didn’t really care about it. She was only 17 years old- still a high school student, she had no time to think about having a soulmate. Plus, with doves roaming around and other ghouls constantly threatening Anteiku- soulmate matters should be the last thing on her mind, heck she may have died first before even meeting him.

She had just returned to the counter after serving a cup of Americano to a customer when her first red string appeared, twirling around her pinky finger and tying itself into a cute ribbon before her eyes. It was thin, but strong yet stretchable. She was able to touch it, tug it, and even curl it, but she could not undo the knot that kept it tied to her finger. It stayed there securely, like a complete dead knot.

Nishiki noticed her silence and the intense gaze that she held on her own pinky finger.

“It finally appears huh? Took the cupid long enough.” He teased while crossing his arms across his chest.

“Shut up, shitty Nishiki. I’m not interested in it.” She retorted, immediately went to wash the dirty cups near the counter. She was surprised that the string didn’t even get wet when in contact with water.

“Why? Look at Kimi and I, we’re getting married next year.” A grin of smugness displayed all over his face as he wiggled his fingers in front of her face to show off his silver engagement ring and his red string, but of course she could not see the latter.

“Tch. I know you’re excited but stop showing off you bastard!” She hit his arm causing him to yell in pain. “Anyways, you’re much older than me, so it’s normal for you to get married soon. I’m still in high school, you know?”

“Huh, chill out, it’s not like you’ll meet him soon anyways. It means that he’s nearby, that’s all.”

“Which makes it even easier for us to encounter each other, now that we’re nearby. Yours appeared when you entered Kamii, am I right?”

“Yeah, on the first day, since that was the first time we were in the same area as each other.”

She stopped washing the cups and turned around to properly interrogate him. She couldn’t help but feel curious of how his red string worked.

“When did you finally meet her?”

“Kamii is huge, you know? I met her on our second week of the semester. Not bad huh?” He grinned, remembering how he met her at the vending machine. He was planning to eventually eat her despite being his soulmate, but before he knew it- he fell hard, mainly because she accepted his ghoul side wholeheartedly.

“Yeah, that’s… good to hear.”

“Yours might appear today, or tomorrow, or next year. No one knows.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe you can walk around 20th ward just to search for him.”

“Whatever. I don’t give a shit. If he asked me for a date, I’ll just turn him down.”

Nishiki’s eyebrows furrowed hearing her statement.

“Hey, don’t just decide that on your own! What if it’s his third string? He’ll end up alone for the rest of his life!”

She took some time to process his words. It’s true. Should I really sacrifice someone’s love life because of my selfishness?

“But if he’s a human… then I have to. Else, you know…” I’ll kill him, then eat him afterwards.

Nishiki sighed heavily, his gaze landed on the ring and the red string around his fingers, a soft smile plastered on his face.

“I gave Kimi- a human, a chance. I think you should too.”

Three weeks had passed, and Touka had somehow forgotten about the bright red string tied to her pinky finger.

Until one fine day, when she heard the chime of Anteiku’s doorbell which made her greet ‘Welcome~’ as usual, she felt something tugged her lightly. Or, to be précised, something tugged her pinky finger.

Her string tensed and straightened out, forming a visible line towards the person who had just entered the café. In that moment, for the first time in three weeks, she could finally see the end of her string. It was no longer tangled and led to a transparent end. It was straight, and at the other end of the string it was tied to another finger that belonged to someone whom she could see from her own two eyes.

Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears as she slowly looked up at the owner of the string on the other end, and once her eyes landed on his- she smacked her own forehead, disappointment painted across her face.

He wasn’t what she expected.

He seemed weak, nerd, yet gentle and kind. Not that she liked bad boys, but she was at least expecting someone who looked… a bit stronger. He even had an eye patch on his left eye.

Is he trying to look cool? Well, too bad, he looks pretty stupid.

The guy, however, seemed surprised at the discovery of his string leading to her finger, but he bowed slightly and gave a polite smile to her anyway.

She waited for him to approach her, and probably- ask her out. She had always thought that she didn’t have time for this trifle matter, but when she was finally able to see her soulmate, she couldn’t help but feel a bit… thrilled.

Even though she was planning to turn him down afterwards.

A deep scowl etched on her face as he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he headed to one of the empty tables, sat down on a chair, and skimmed through the catalog menu to decide which coffee he should pick.

The scowl on her face deepened.

Is he playing hard to get? Seriously??

 “Oi.” She approached him, as she got closer and closer, she realized that the string contracted- becoming shorter and shorter.

She waved her right hand in front of him.

“You can see it, right? The string.”

He stared dumbly at her hand for a moment, then at her scowling face.

“Ah, yes. I can see it.”

He was a little too polite and it somewhat pissed her off.

“So?” She asked irritatingly as she crossed her arms.

“…So?”

“Aren’t you going to… ask me out or something? My best friend’s soulmate asked her out the moment they met each other.” Her eyes landing everywhere but on him, too embarrassed at the fact that she had just asked him to ask her out.

“I see… That’s what I did too.” He murmured softly, but it caught her interest.

“Did? What do you mean?” she pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down, waiting for his explanation.

“This is my second string. My first one was with a… ghoul. She cut it herself though. Right before she was trying to eat me.”

“And you survived?” She raised her eyebrow. “Are you making this up?”

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Her eyes narrowed as she studied his expression carefully, trying to search for any hint of lies, but couldn’t find any. It doesn’t seem like he’s lying… but how did he survive? A dove helped him?

Well, whatever. I will not date a human.

“Should we cut it?” She asked bluntly.

“Eh??”

“You’re clearly traumatized by your first soulmate. And you’re not even my type. I think we should cut it.”

“No, don’t.” He grabbed her wrist out of panic. Her eyes followed his grip awkwardly, and he quickly let her wrist go. “I- I’m sorry. I just… I was scared.”

“You should.” Because I’m a ghoul too.

“Let’s- let’s give it a try. One date. If it’s horrible, then we’ll cut it. Okay?”

She thought for a while, staring hard at him, trying to imagine any future with him.

“Nope. I don’t think I will fall for you.”

He was taken aback by her answer, and it showed evidently on his face.

“But, if- if it doesn’t work out then I’m left with my last string… I don’t want to end up alone for the rest of my life… Also, I heard that for some people, they ended up alone even after the first cut. Which means the person they cut their string with was their only soulmate.”

Oh. She didn’t know that. Despite feeling sorry for him, she couldn’t afford dating a human.

Fine, I’ll treat you badly to make you cut the string yourself.

“Alright then, one date. But to be frank I prefer to stay single for the rest of my life rather than falling in love with you.” Because we can’t coexist.

She noticed the hurt in his grey eye as his gaze flickered to the red string that connected their fingers together, his lips pursed in a straight line.

“That’s so mean… But thank you, for giving me a chance.”

“Yeah, whatever. My shift is ending in half an hour. You wanna wait for me?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. I’m Kirishima Touka.” She took out her right hand, the string contracted as she did so.

“Kaneki Ken.”

The date was horrible.

At least- for Kaneki.

Touka was obviously not interested in him. So she kept on teasing him saying she’s a ghoul and she’ll eat him by the end of the date which scared the shit out of him. She wasn’t intending to eat him though. But he looked so cute when he was scared, so she had a lot of fun throughout the date.

Kaneki on the other hand was trying his best to get to know her, but she simply brushed him off, not feeling comfortable enough to share about her personal life with a stranger, albeit the stranger was none other than her own soulmate.

She stood outside a convenience store, waiting for her date to buy some ice creams when two guys appeared out of nowhere and pulled her into an alleyway beside the building.

“What are you doing here all alone, little girl? Wanna play with us?” One of them was tall and fat, and the other one was slightly shorter yet well-built.

“Shut up. Let me go.” She weakly pulled her arm, couldn’t risk using her ghoul strength when her date might see her and worse, report her to the CCG.

Tracing her would be easy since they were connected by the red string, and to cut the string, both parties must present at the scene, a proof of agreement on both sides.

“Come on~ We just wanna play~” The slightly shorter guy pushed her against the wall, yanking her dark hair so that she was facing him.

She was planning to spit on the guy’s ugly face, but the voice of her date stopped her from doing so.

“Let her go!” Kaneki appeared with plastic bag in his hand containing their ice creams. She couldn’t read the expression on his face. He looked… scared? Afraid, even, as if he might end up doing something he would regret later on.

“Ohho~ your soulmate, eh? What a waste to have someone like him as a soulmate.” He lowered his gaze while shaking his head, pretending to sympathize her. “Why don’t you cut the string? You deserve someone way better than this nugget.” They started to laugh loudly which sounded very much infuriating to her ears.

“S-shut up!” Kaneki made a move to punch the rude guy who was holding Touka, but the taller guy started to hit him from behind.

He lay helplessly on the ground while they kicked him mercilessly.

Touka just stood there, she was in a dilemma- whether to reveal her strength, or just acted as a weak young girl. Kaneki looked so weak, and those guys were beating him using their full strengths.

However, before she could even decide, kagune emerged from his back- knocking down the two guys, saving both of them.

He had a horrified look on his face as he stood up, perhaps he was expecting her to scream or cry for help, or maybe run then call the police to report him to the CCG.

But she just stood there, surprised at what had just occurred right in front of her eyes.

“You’re a ghoul too?”

Kaneki started to work at Anteiku, learning more about the world of ghouls with Touka and the rest of the café members.

They weren’t dating. But she did not dislike him anymore.

They grew closer and closer each day, with her teaching him how to fight, and him trying his best to meet her expectations.

When he said he would be sad if she died, after she was badly injured as a result of her own brashness, she couldn’t stop the warm feelings building up inside her.

One day, he gathered up his courage to ask her out on a date, for real. She said yes, and he was so excited, continuing his work while grinning stupidly all the time.

Four months ago, she stated that she wouldn’t fall for him, that she’d prefer to stay single for the rest of her life rather than falling in love with him. Fate, on the other hand, proved her wrong; his delicate side made her wanted to protect him, his nerd part helped her with her difficult school exams, his gentleness and caring side made her happy, and his kindness melted her icy heart, allowing him into her life.

She had fallen for him, slowly but surely.

A smile blooming on her face as she stared at the red string on her pinky finger which led to her soulmate. Maybe this is a good beginning, she thought.

However, fate seemed to be cruel to her, mocking her own words back then, giving her a taste of karma.

Their relationship ended before it even started.

The date never happened.

He was kidnapped by Aogiri.

[reylo-solo]

Reylo Promt: Rey wakes up to meet Ben's eyes and they look at their daughter or son (what ever you choose) and just fluff :)

Aw I rarely write stuff like this because I feel like everyone does this theme, but damn if it isn’t cute and fun to write. I get it. And I hope you enjoy!

               The Millennium Falcon had notbeen parked in the ship hangar for more than two minutes when its captain flewout of it, a look of panicked excitement on his freckled face. His dark hairwas in a messy disarray and he was still clad in his battle gear, complete witha fully-loaded holster belt. He had just arrived back from defending a Rebelbase camp against the First Order, and the thrill of doing battle in a shipthat could move as fast as Kylo wanted it to still remained in his body. Thedeep brown eyes which were set into the pale, intriguing face dashed this wayand that, alight with nervous energy.

               “Sir, you’re late,” C-3P0quipped, waving one of his bent golden arms tauntingly at Kylo Ren.

               “Yeah, I know that, 3P0. Things took a little longer to take care of than Ithought,” Kylo shot back, walking right past the communications droid beforepausing and swivelling around on his heel. “Exactly how late am I, by chance?”

               If 3P0 was capable of smiling,he would have done so just then. The young General reminded him so much of hisfather some days.

               “Well if you have to ask…youhave a daughter, sir. She’s in the room with her mother—”

               Kylo was off before 3P0 couldfinish, racing as fast as he could down the slick hallway floors. A daughter! He thought to himself withjoy the likes of which he never knew before. I have a daughter!  As heturned a sharp corner he skidded into it, nearly missing the turn. When hefinally found the room he grabbed the door frame to steady himself, the inertiaof his race still wanting to carry his body forward.

               The high-ceilinged bedroom wasfilled with soft lavender light, the sun being diffused by the thin curtainspulled over the windows. There, sleeping peacefully on the bed with her faceturned away from the door, was Rey. His wife; the only person in the galaxythat he would gladly die for. That is, until he had a daughter. Now there weretwo people in his life he would sacrifice everything for if he had to. Hewalked up to her quietly, entranced by the slow rise and fall of her chest. Hereyes twitched behind closed lids, watching some dreamscape only visible to her.He placed a gentle kiss atop her forehead where her hair still clung to the remainingsweat of exertion. He brushed it away with a gloved finger.

               A noise, soft and gentle likethe whisper of feathered wings, made him turn away from her. A white crib fitfor a princess, the one he had built with his own two hands and lots offrustration, was pushed up against Rey’s bed. He hadn’t even noticed it atfirst, being too distracted by the sleeping form of his wife. Carefully, hewalked around the bed and peered into the crib. There, nestled amongst a softpink blanket with a handmade Resistance pilot toy propped up next to her head,was a tiny, pink-faced baby. My baby…

               She had soft wisps of brown hairatop the gentle curve of her head and a tiny button nose that already looked alot like her mother’s. Her full, pink lips worked in and out, puckering andopening in a wide, toothless yawn. She had long, dark eyelashes that flutteredas she stirred, and when she opened her eyes to reveal two curious orbs, aswell of emotion erupted in Kylo’s chest. Her eyes were the customary dark blueof any newborn human, but they had the same slope as his. She even had hisears; they stuck out in an adorable fashion, clean and pink and new.

               Her little hands clenched intofists and she shook them above her head, whimpering with the struggle of wakingup. Kylo cooed at her softly, wasting no more time. He removed both of hisgloves, reached into the crib and, carefully cradling her tiny head in the palmof his hand, picked her up, blanket and all. She was warm to the touch and madesoft squeaking noises. Her eyes widened, adjusting to the new blurry sightsbefore her. They roamed Kylo’s face as though taking inventory of every freckleand fine scar. Tears welled in his eyes. She was beautiful, and she was part ofhim and the woman he loved. Never before had he thought himself capable ofmaking or doing anything great, until now. She was his greatest achievement,and always would be. He felt fiercely protective over her from the instant hesaw her. The galaxy was not always a kind place, but he would keep her safefrom the worst of it until he took his dying breath.

               “Hello, Padme,” he murmured,softly bouncing up and down as he cradled her to his chest. “I’m your dad. I’mprobably not what you were expecting, huh? How could someone like me landsomeone like your mom, right?”

               Padme shook a tiny fist in theair and Kylo chuckled emotionally.

               “Yeah, right. But listen, I hopeyou can warm up to me. ‘Cause I’m going to love you from this day, until theend of days. You’re my girl, aren’t you? My beautiful baby girl…”

               The tiny little bundle shut hereyes and smiled, as if in peaceful agreement with her father.

               When Rey opened her eyes, ittook her a second to clue in to what was going on around her. She saw theblurry outline of a figure swaying side-to-side by the window and instantlywanted to jump out of bed and go on the defensive, but once she blinked acouple times her heart soared instead. It was Kylo. He made it home. He hadmissed the birth of his daughter but he was here now, that was what mattered.Carefully, wincing at the gentle tug of sensitivity in her now empty womb, shesat up.

               “Kylo?”

               He turned around and instantlybeamed at her, his face so full of love and happiness that Rey couldn’t helpreflecting it on her own. He walked up to her and sat down on the bed besideher, carefully transferring the now sleeping babe into Rey’s arms. Withdelicate fingers, the new mother brushed the soft warm cheeks of her child.

               “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”Rey whispered affectionately.

               “You both are,” Kylo said. “Idon’t think I’ve ever been more in love with anyone or anything than I am rightnow.”

               “Oh, please,” Rey blushed, “Iknow I need a nice long bath.”

               “Maybe you do. But to me, you’reradiant as always. And I love you more than life itself. I’m so sorry I couldn’thave been here sooner…”

               “It’s okay, Ben. I love you too.”

               They kissed overtop of theirsleeping daughter, the bite of passion still very much there, despite Rey’sexhaustion. They sat there for a while in silence, just the two of them,admiring every inch of Padme, from the tips of her ears to the nails on eachtiny toe. More than once they counted: ten fingers, ten toes, one bellybutton,two eyes, a nose, two ears, a mouth. But they didn’t need to count. They bothknew she was amazing in every respect; a perfect incarnation of both of herparents combined. The promise of discovering her personality, which wasguaranteed to be fiery on the best of days, was exhilarating to the newparents.

               “Do you think we’ll do a goodjob as parents?” Rey asked after a bit, a tiny frown of uncertainty tugging ather lips.

               “Well, we didn’t exactly have thegreatest role models to learn from,” Kylo admitted, “but I think—I know that we’ll do right by her. We cando this.”

               “You’re right, we can. Together.”

               And so they remained for therest of the day, caught up in their familial bubble of happiness, taking careof each other and of the baby. And for all their concerns, they were prettygood at filling their new roles.