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cinnamonkittenz · 3 years

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Rating the ninjago season based on what I’ve gathered from binging the show in 3 weeks while not paying attention 70% of the time

(Spoilers obviously)

Season 1 / Pilot: not often on TV but a very good introduction to the story, love the concept of the skeletons and Garmadon being a knock off Hades, I wish they continued with that instead of the snakes, sadly kinda too fast paced but hey it’s supposed to be a movie I guess, 9/10

Season 2: what my local kids channel played for 5 years on loop, a classic but I’m tired of it bc I’ve seen it too often, has a lot of plot holes and the snakes are too goofy at times for my taste, terrible animation in comparison to the newer seasons, 5/10

Season 3: not as good as I remember it to be but their outfits slap, we finally get to meet PIXAL our queen, the trip to space was kinda random and unnecessary, but the shock when Zane died tho???? 12 year old me was devastated, 8/10

Season 4: really interesting premise, I wish they had committed to Zane staying dead or at least staying away for longer tho, the tension is lost halfway through the season somehow, we need more Skylor content, 7/10

Season 5: Nya has powers now?? And oh it’s just the thing we need to defeat the ghosts???? And airjitzu????? Really?????? Great writing very wow, but Cole being turned into a ghost had me shook so that’s really what saves this season for me, gonna have to subtract some points again tho bc Morro is yelling so much and so loud and it’s annoying, 5.5/10

Season 6: I like the idea of the evil dschinn in a bottle but the rest?? Dschinnjago (how tf is it even spelled)?? What the fuck where’s the creativity, and I hate how literally no one gets character development besides Jay and Nya, literally everyone else had no personality and then gets sucked into that sword, if you’re a jaya stan good for you but this season was so boring to me, 4/10

Season 7: okay this is a hot take bc apparently people kinda like this season and maybe it’s bc I paid even less attention than usual but it was so bad,,,,, snakes again? Can we come up with something different please? Yes the time blades are a cool concept but the rest?? And the character design of the villains is so bad, like seriously what the fuck, my eyes are bleeding, 2/10

Season 8: I was kind of sceptical when they suddenly started with that royal family stuff but Harumi,,, my beloved, the one and only girl boss, I think she’s the best villain of the entire show (yes her goal is kinda cheap but the reason for it and the way she behaves is just top tier villiany), the motorcycle gang is kinda fun as well, dad Cole has my whole heart, and the ending???? BRO?????? 9/10

Season 9: in retrospect it’s really just 4 gays raising a kid in the desert, gives me big mad max fury road vibes at least the aesthetic (i haven’t seen the movie lol), the junk yard baron guy and the faith plot are kinda cringe tho and the HTTYD scene with Kai?? They don’t even try to conceal that it’s a knock off, same camera angle and everything, the plot in ninjago city is like,,,, bro is this still a kids show?? This is straight up ‚a bunch of teens try to fight the fascistic regime in a post apocalyptic world‘, the whole season feels like a filler tho so 7.5/10

Season 10: that Lloyd / Garmadon fight really is something, have the creators forgotten they’re making a kids show??? Don’t remember much besides Harumi straight up dying and thinking that Skylor needs more screentime besides being a plot device, 7/10

Season 11: the beginning is veeeery slow which is kind of annoying and what happened to the plot with Aspheera?? Did I not pay attention again or....?? but the rest? Chefs kiss, love it, Akita my beloved,,,,, I didn’t see Zane as the emperor coming at first (although it’s pretty on the nose now that i think about it) but it’s so dark and so well written I love it,,, like I said a thousand times without the advisor guy and them not having to make it suitable for kids it could have been even better, the ending was so rushed tho and the conflicts were resolved way too easily, that’s why I have to subtract a point, 9/10

Season 12: this season could have used so much more superstar rocking jay content,,, seriously if you give Jay yet another season then fucking commit to it, the second half of the season is literally s6 all over again and I hate it, yes we get it jaya rules but please,,, give the other characters some screentime and development, the way the conflict with unagami is solved is,, questionable??? Like that’s not how it works bro, 6.5/10

Season 13: not at all what I expected it to be bc I had seen so much amazing stuff on here so I was pretty disappointed bc it didn’t feel like Cole’s season, the evil dad trope is overused so pls stop it, the uply (???) and their animated short slapped, we need to see more of Cole’s mom,,, pleeasseeeee, 7/10

Season 14: what the fuck?? Is going on???? Is this even a season??? What’s up with the western colonizers club????? I know it’s set up for s15 but I really didn’t like it esp the portrayal of indigenous people as savages (at least it has the vibe), 1/10

Season 15: listen I’m just not a fan of non human species in the lego world, the snakes were okay but these sea bitches look horrible, the evil son had a great voice actor tho, and the ending,,,,,, bro i still haven’t recovered, I never expected them to commit to something like that, 6.5/10

#ninjago

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years

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Next to You

Prompt: Injury + angst (Content Challenge Day 3)

Pairing: Haldir x Female Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 1086

Warnings: Angst, serious injury (non-graphic), near-death

Challenge participants: @game-ofthe-company @grunid @themerriweathermage @errruvande @the-reformed-ringwraith

A/n Hello! Welcome to Day 3 of my content challenge! You can find the challenge’s masterlist here and my personal masterlist here. While planning this fic, I listened to “Next to You” by Little Big Town, so that’s where I got the title from. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and let me know if you would like to be added to a tag list. Okay, happy (or sad) reading :)

Translations: Melethronen - My beloved (masculine form) // Meleth e-Guilen- love of my life

The moment I hear the creak, I’m on my feet. Whether it be friend or foe on the other side of those doors, I’m getting out of here.

I still cannot believe he tricked me into getting locked in the cave. Sure, I’m not as experienced a fighter as he, but it is not as if I am without skill. I came with the armed company for a reason, I should have been at the battle.

The human women regard me curiously, wondering if my ears have picked up on something theirs have not. Ignoring their questioning and fearful stares, I plant myself at an angle to the side of one of the large doors, knives at the ready.

The doors push inward, and gasps of joy fill the air — for it is men who greet us, not orc.

Retuning my knives to their scabbards, I run past this group of battle-weary soldiers in search of my own. I catch fleeting glances of various ellyn who traveled with us, though I can’t let myself relax or share in the happiness of their safety. Not until…

“Y/n!”

Aragorn’s voice travels from my right, and I whip my head in his direction. He is filthy, soaking wet, and covered in various cuts and bruises, but he is alive.

My sigh of relief is stolen the moment I see his face.

“Oh gods,” I whimper, my body seizing with dread. I do not remember how to take in breath, and my lungs ache for it. Sharp pain shoots up my knees, and Aragorn’s rough hands grip my shoulders, pulling me from the ground.

“Come quickly,” he mutters, dragging me through the crowds.

I break through the initial shock, and my mind puts the pieces together. Aragorn said to come quickly which means he’s not dead…not—not…not yet. With that, I break into a sprint, and Aragorn, exhausted though he must be, speeds up too, leading me to the Halls of Healing.

I burst through the open doors, turning my head violently to see every angle of the room. Any spot that can be used for triage is occupied, and the hall reeks with the smell of the dead and dying. Just when I think he is not here and am ready to accuse Aragorn of taking me to the wrong place, I see three heads of perfect blond hair, and I choke on a sob.

Stumbling over bedrolls and piles of medical supplies, I push through the cavernous room, stopping just behind the two straight-backed ellyn I know as well as my own family.

Orophin turns first, and when he realizes it’s me, his face contorts in pained grief.

I don’t want to go any closer.

I don’t want to see my husband, my favorite person in all the world, the only one I’ll ever love, lying lifeless and in pain.

But I will not abandon him now. Tears blur my vision as I step forward—

And nearly collapse again.

It is only Rumil’s arms that keep me upright, and I bring a shaking hand to my mouth, trying to force back the cries ripping from my throat.

Haldir’s head sways, and he flutters open unfocused eyes.

“Oh,” I gasp, pushing myself from Rumil’s hold and trying to pull myself together. Haldir needs you right now. You can do whatever you have to do later. For now, focus on him…focus on him while—while you still can.

As gently as possible, I sit on the edge of his bed, careful to avoid causing him further pain. He looks so exhausted, so weak. I’ve never seen him like this before. I trail my eyes over his body, assessing the extensive damage. When it becomes too much, I make myself focus only on his face—on the curve of his lips, the dark lashes brushing over pale cheeks, the strong jaw. It brings me a small measure of peace and allows me to find my voice. “Melethronen?”

With effort, his eyes meet mine, and the clouds in them recede slightly. “Meleth e-Guilen,” he rasps, managing a small smile.

I can’t stop myself from reaching a hand to hold one of his. “Haldir, I forbid you from dying.” My voice wavers, and with my free hand, I try to wipe away the rapidly-falling tears. “I am quite angry with you for keeping me out of the fight, and I need you to get better so I can yell at you.”

The only sign that he hears me is the slight twitch of the fingers I hold in mine.

Panic sears through my chest, and I tear my eyes away from Haldir’s to turn to his brothers. “Where is his healer? Why is he left alone like this?” Distantly, I realize I must sound like a whining child. All around us, valiant soldiers fight for their lives, and those are the ones who were lucky enough to make it off the battlefield.

But they are not my world.

Rumil clears his throat, and I see that his eyes burn red from too long spent crying. “Um,” he sniffs, looking to the ground, then back to me. “The healer did what she could, and Orophin and I have spoken every elvish healing incantation we know. His wounds have been packed and disinfected but—” he shudders and lets his eyes fall to the ground, shaking his head and refusing to speak any further.

Orophin takes over, placing a steadying hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “There is nothing more that can be done. The healers say — they say it will be a miracle if he survives the night.”

It is like I have been run through with a serrated blade.

I squeeze my eyes shut before turning back to Haldir, not wanting him to know the agony I feel. I do not want him to see me like this. When I have myself under control, I open my eyes once more, meeting my favorite lakes of ice-blue. Though he is weak and exhausted, his eyes hold the same determination they always do, and that strengthens me with a small flicker of hope. If anyone can pull through this, Haldir can.

I curl myself at the foot of the bed and rest my head on his thigh, not taking my gaze from his face. Following my lead, Orophin and Rumil kneel on either side of the bed.

Together, we stay awake, and wait for a miracle.

A/n I’m sorry

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diardiarmylove · 4 years

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The Legendary Blacksmith

(Royal AU by @skesgo) [posted on mobile]

Today was one of the most busiest the marketplace has been. Monster and human merchants alike are hollering buyers for their goods and people are flocking over to obtain their needs, and wants. It’s so busy, in fact that the entire marketplace is crowded.

“I cannot believe you would come out here to what could be, the busiest, this marketplace has been.”, Vaio sighed at his friend’s antics.

“Hey, we wouldn’t get caught this way.”, Bleu grins up at him, making Vaio raise a brow.

While the prince is jovial about being out of the castle where expectations are almost chocking to his non-existent throat, Vaio was alert. There are many things that could go wrong with a crowded place. Too many unknown faces, with possible malicious intent, would sum it.

Wait.. where’s prince Bleu?

Suddenly, all adrenaline comes, and he begins to holler for the prince. He should easily be found even if he’s a good head shorter, right?

Unless, he’s no longer in the marketplace.

— TLB —

Meanwhile, Bleu looks around in search of his friend. Has he wondered too far? It is less crowded here. Where was he even? Are these the small alleys of the kingdom.

As he kept looking around he didn’t realize he bumped onto someone. The only reason he noticed was due to the clatter of metal.

Bleu turned around, an apologetic look in his face, “I am so sorry, I-I didn’t–!”, he stopped, it was a girl, with tied black hair, black gloves, a black apron, and a prominent rust on her face. He stared as the girl rushed to pick up said metal, and he snapped immediately offering to help, still apologizing profusely.

“It’s okay.”, she said calmly, “I’m more worried for you. You look lost, your majesty.”

Bleu immediately stiffens. Up until now, those he encountered never noticed him nor questioned much of his status.

As he kept thinking the worst of scenarios, he heard giggling, making him turn to the girl.

“The Crownsguard Captain Vaio talks about you sometimes.”, she states, and Bleu finally pieces things together, the clothing, the metal.

“You’re the Legendary Blacksmith?!”, Ira giggled once more at the shocked look Bleu wore.

He noticed that Vaio would sometimes leave to the marketplace alone, and his sword was always sharp, and shiny. He always thought Vaio cleans and sharpens his own sword. He never expected that he had it sharpened on a weekly, sometimes monthly basis, by the blacksmith this kingdom is so lucky to have.

The Legendary Blacksmith well known for the beauty, detail and the precision of their weapons. Sharp, but not too sharp; heavy, but not a burden to lug around; light, but a good damage.

“Yep! All your weapons is well cared off in my hands!”, she said with smug pride. “Anyways, your secret is safe with me, but I must ask — are you lost?”

“Me? Lost? Nahhhhhh.”, the girl raises a knowing brow, “Okay, yeah, I’m lost.”, he sighed. “I got separated with Vaio.”

The girl made a sound of understanding, nodding several times, “Well, I’ll direct him to my shop. Weiss.”, Bleu was about to question who, until a floating book appeared, “Can you look for Vaio at the marketplace for me? Surely by now he had summoned the whole Crownsguard to search for our lost Prince here.”

The book, without a word, quickly left, and the girl nods the prince her way, and guided him out of the alleys.

“No offense. But I’m kind of guessing the reason you don’t know this place is because of the crimes that happen here.”

“Yeah, Vaio keeps me away from the alleys. I kind of thought it’s stereotypical, but.. crimes?”

“Human Trafficking, Kidnapping, Murders, Theft, even caught bigoted thugs beating up monsters — almost no one uses these shortcuts for those reasons.”

“And what of you?”, he tilts his head her way, as a form of curiosity.

“No one would dare fight a woman who has crafted, tested, and fought with the same weapons she made.” Bleu nods in agreement before he stopped mid-nod, before stopping entirely and stared at the girl beside him. “What’s with the face? Who do you think tests the thing before I hand it over to my client for a second opinion?”

“Wait, hold on. Even the great sword that’s almost twice your size?!”, she hums in agreement. “No way.”

“That’s a theory I’ll let you keep until you find out yourself.”

“What?! No, c’mon, tell me.”

“Nope!”

— TLB —

It took twenty minutes or more to finally bring Bleu to her shop. As expected, Vaio was there, an irritated look and an impatient posture.

“Vaio!”, Bleu calls and rushes to him.

“Where in King’s name have you been?!”, he then turned to the girl. “Better be thankful that Lady Ira has found you. Those alleys are dangerous!”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay to get lost, just not too often and absolutely not in the most safest of places in our beloved kingdom.”, the blacksmith, Ira, as Bleu now knows her is, perks up, before leaning at the stall. “Now, your sword looks like it went through a bit tear ‘n wear. Want me to take a look at it?”

Vaio nods, before taking the sword of the strap that’s part of his uniform and hands it to her. “Surely I owe you for finding his majesty.”

The girl hums playfully. “You were in quite the long mission, and it’s surely evident on your sword. Tell ya what.”, she puts Vaio’s sword down and took another one. The blade was a shining silver with angelic writing carved into the length of it, the hilt was covered with black and white clothing that’s soft to the touch, and where the hilt ended and the blade began, was Flowers around it. She placed it gently on the stall. “I recently tested it, but I required a second opinion. Take it with you on your next mission, and in the meantime, I’ll replace the blade of your precious. Of course, free of charge.”

Vaio smirks and took the sword gently, inspecting it, “Free of charge, at the price of the best deserts the royal pastry chef can offer.”

“So that’s why Vaio sometimes bring cake?! For all I knew he had someone to court.”

“Well, I have to keep my mind straight and sugar just does that for me. Besides, I don’t think the Crownsguard Captain would be open to the idea of courtship while protecting his majesty.”

“Well, I believe we must go. The king may have my head if I don’t bring you home soon.”, Vaio sighs, “Thank you again, Lady Ira. I will return by the next week.”, he turns and leaves, Bleu following close by

“Take care!”, they heard her yell, before her stall closes, until the next client arrives.

Maybe Bleu should come with Vaio next week.

#royal au #g!swap sans #g!sf sans #bleu #vaio #skesgo #ira arme #ira armé

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etlunainmorte · 5 years

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First of all, thank you so much, anon, for sending me this request. It means so much to me.❤❤❤

And I hope these oneshots make you feel better soon.❤❤❤

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Part 1 - Dante

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The Legendary Devil Hunter has been working non stop since the last week.

Of course, you know it's a good thing. For once, you knew that Dante was beginning to have a sense of responsibility. All of his bills were getting paid in time, his debts were diminishing little by little, even Morrison was speechless as to his change of attitude towards his professional working behavior.

It's a good thing, yes. You wanted to believe that.

But, why did you feel even more empty deep inside? His sporadic appearances were not helping with your situation, as it was. Yes, you were happy that he was doing his best for the both of you but,...

... you need him. You needed your beloved so, so much.

But, then again, the Legendary Devil Hunter has been working non stop since the last week.

With your heart feeling even heavier than ever before and your eyes feeling so tired and swollen after all that crying, you climbed on the huge, cold, and empty bed, and turned to the side away from the spot that used to fill your lover. You took the clean white sheets and covered your trembling body with it, imagining it was his warm and strong body that covered and protected yours from the blithering cold instead of the soft fabric. You raised your legs, hugged your knees, and imagined your arms around his body instead of your shaking legs. You closed your eyes, letting all the crippling emotions consume you once more.

Then, you felt it: fresh, hot tears coming out of your eyes, reminding you that no matter how much one cried, the human function will definitely find a way to release the pent up emotion that was keeping one from being completely happy.

However, you knew deep down inside that it was impossible for you to be happy now.

Oh, why does it hurt, so, so much?

You were still deep within your highly protected shell of emotions when the door slowly and quietly opened. Your body was still trembling with the silent tears that won't stop falling when the mattress dipped around you. You were still thinking of the man you needed the most right then when the same man in your thoughts smiled at you and gently pulled down the sheets that covered your face.

And then, you realized, he was there.

"Aww, trying to sleep, already?" Dante's voice tried to penetrate through your mind as he gently ruffled your hair. "Come on! Get dressed. We're going somewhere."

"But, isn't it late already?" You asked, turning away from him to wipe away the tears with your sleeve.

"Late? Nah! Late is never in our vocabulary, right? We used to stay up so late to binge watch your favorite shows, don't you remember?" The man said as he got off you and offered you a hand to help you stand.

"You,... remembered?" You asked, finally taking his hand.

"Of course! Now, let's go."

A few moments later, you found yourself being dragged by this tall and handsome devil towards one shop just across the Devil May Cry shop where you lived with him.

And, apparently, you were right about the time being totally late: almost all of the shops were closed in the immediate vicinity, save for the one he was leading you to.

And it somehow looked,... like an old diner, or something.

Not letting go of your hand, the man opened the door of the diner and you were greeted by a very warm light that slightly blinded you. However, the moment you opened your eyes once again, you saw your lover's friends surrounding you with such warm and happy smiles. And they were all wearing the same pastel pink uniform with matching pairs of roller blades. Now, where have you seen that uniform before?

Oh! Was it from,... ?

"Hello, (Y/N)!" Patty greeted as she took your arm and led you to one of the tables in the middle of the empty shop. "We have something special for you for tonight. Come with me!"

"Eyy, don't forget about me!" Your lover complained with a boyish and mischievous smirk as he followed the two of you towards the table.

Morrison at the other end of the room took this as his cue and started to play something on the jukebox.

One, two,... one, two, three, four!

Your eyes widened at the pleasantly familiar sound that effectively brought life to the empty diner. And you were sure that the song was from,...

Give me more lovin' than I've ever had.

Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad.

Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not.

Make me feel good when I hurt so bad.

Barely gettin' mad,

I'm so glad I found you.

I love being around you.

You make it easy,

It's easy as one, two, one, two, three, four!

"So, what are we having for tonight?" Lady, who was dressed in the same pink uniform asked you as she readied her pen and her little notebook, as if to take your order, asked with a wink and a bright smile that also made you smile, even for a bit.

"Ahh, what are you offering?" You asked, feeling the anticipation and excitement that you haven't felt in ages in your system right then.

"We're gonna have,... a mix of everything!" The man, who was sitting across from you, confidently declared as he raised one finger.

"A mix of everything?!" You asked, surprised at how he was willing to splurge like this. "Are you sure that - ?"

"A mix of everything! Got it!" Lady repeated your lover's order with another charming smile and a wink as she hid her notebook and went to the kitchen.

There's only one thing, two do, three words four you.

( I love you ) I love you!

There's only one way, two say, those three words, and that's what I'll do.

( I love you ) I love you!

Not even a moment, or a minute has passed when Trish came out of the kitchen bearing a really huge box of pizza in one hand. She skated towards you and brought the box down on the table, opening it and letting its delicious smell waft to your nostrils. Making you really hungry.

"One mix of everything, served with a smile." Trish announced as she curtsied and skated away.

You took a good look at your pizza, and to your surprise, you found out it was, indeed, a mix of every flavor you could think of! From Hawaiian to Anchovy - filled, to 4 - cheese,...

It really was a mix of everything!

Just like that time when - !

Give me more lovin' from the very start.

Piece me back together when I fall apart.

Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends.

Make me feel good when I hurt so bad.

Best that I've had.

I'm so glad that I found you.

I love being around you.

You make it easy,

It's easy as one, two, one, two, three, four!

"This is going to be so bad for my diet, I can tell."

"Diet?! What's that word again?" The man asked, making you giggle as he cupped the side of his right earlobe, pretending he couldn't hear you quite well. "Oh! Do you mean Pepperoni? Well, why didn't you say so? Here!"

You laughed as you received a huge slice of Pepperoni pizza from him. You took a bite, and you swore you've had this pizza before!

Why are you doing this?

There's only one thing, two do, three words four you.

( I love you ) I love you!

There's only one way, two say, those three words, and that's what I'll do.

( I love you ) I love you!

"This is,... just like that time," You said as you stared at the huge pizza box before you, emotions flooding your chest once more, but not of sorrow. It was different. It felt,... lighter. "Just like - "

"Sshh, it's okay." The man told you as he took one of your hands in his and squeezed it. "Enjoy the moment."

"Wait! If this is really like that time, then there's - !"

The man smiled and winked at you. "How could I forget?" He turned to the left, and when you followed the direction of his sight, you saw both Lady and Patty coming out of the kitchen bearing a huge glass of ice cream.

And not just ice cream,...

... it has every possible flavor in it!

Again, a mix of everything!

Indeed! Just like that time!

The two ladies brought the huge glass down on another table next to you, and you swore you could no longer hold the tears of happiness back.

And this made your lover smile warmly.

You make it easy,

It's easy as one, two, one, two, three, four.

There's only one thing, two do, three words four you.

( I love you ) I love you!

There's only one way, two say, those three words, and that's what I'll do.

( I love you ) I love you!

"D - didn't you like it?" Patty asked with knitted eyebrows, worried when you suddenly burst out crying.

"I like it! I really do! It's just,..." You looked up and glanced at all of your friends before you. The very same people you helped in your own, little way. The same faces who smiled because you made them happy in your own, unique way. The very same friends who are now here for you to make you smile, and make you happy this time.

And it was all because of this man, this Legendary Devil Hunter, who worked non stop for a week to put up this really awesome surprise just for you.

Everything,... was all for you.

You stood and threw yourself at the man before you, who held you as close and as tight as he can.

"You remembered our very first date!" You cried, never wanting to let go of him ever again. "You,... remembered the song! The pizza with everything in it! And the ice cream! Thank you so much! Thank you!"

"Anything for the woman I love." The man whispered close to your ear, making you feel really warm deep inside. "Anything for her, to see her lovely smile once again."

You faced your lover and gave him a kiss that made Morrison and the rest of your friends all giddy inside. "I love you so much, Dante Sparda!"

"I love you, too, dear (Y/N) (L/N). And happy anniversary!"

You reluctantly let Dante go for a while and faced your friends. You just wanted to celebrate this very special day surrounded by all of the people who loved you.

And the loving with your man, Dante? You're afraid it has to wait for now.

"What are you standing there for?" You asked them with a huge and genuine smile on your face. "Let's eat this massive pizza and that monster ice cream together!"

One, two, three, four

One, two, three, four I love you.

( I love you ) I love you!

I love you!

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💙 Next up, Vergil! Please, look forward to it! 💙

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❤❤❤

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#devil may cry 5 #dante sparda #a mix of everything #dante x reader #dante x you #devil may oneshot #anon ask #ask the dying moon #request

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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Pirate au Redone (part 3)

N/A: Ideas will be used here. I think. Kitty will pirate? Yes, and Maddy will show up as well. Going to be honest. I don´t think we need to see the talk between Emma and Kitty and I want to write this idea before it pops out of my mind.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @everykurt @muninandhugin

After a long discussion both Jean and Scott menage to council their differences and as Jean proclaims to a more relaxed Scott, they´ll try anew and this time no more Pheonix or Avengers or anything to come between them. And, Scott, still has his reservations about Krakoa - and Scott is one of the few people that seem to notice Kurt´s demeanor over a couple of days and is one of the few who confide with him about Krakoa- can at least, if nothing else, give the benefit of the doubt to the island.

Where are you, Rachel?

This thought lingers in his mind and took some time out of Scott´s initial agenda-not that he cares too much about it, but, he doesn´t like to be idle and Rachel is a grown-up woman and may want some time alone to figure out things...considering her sexuality and who she dated, Scott can safely say Rachel wants an alone time now- and once the man is fed up in pretending to do whatever chores he was supposed to do. Scott Summers leave his room.

Krakoa is a beauty as if your definition of beauty comes with vines, exotic plants-so exotic that Scott can sweat they don´t exist- and an oppressive tone of green. Paradise is another form of prison? Lucifer certainly thought so.

His thoughts on religion are skeevy at best - again, Scott does not care, and if Kurt Wagner shares some of this belief with him. Why he would feel ashamed?- and his thoughts on religion take an ironic twist when Scott halt and looks at the person in front of him and his teeth grith so tight he could swear he´ll break his teeth or jaws.

"Why are you doing here?" Scott asked directly to Mr.Sinister who is smiling all too pleasant. The man still has the same fashion sense and still have this smirk on his face.

"Ah, Scott...you thought you wouldn´t see me again? I was the closest thing of a father in your life...and when I heard you and Miss Jean Grey are trying again...It fuels my heart with joy...do you remember?" he asked with that creepy smile of his, showing more teeth than a human should, then again, is Mr.Sinister human? "do you remember those fun times in the orphanage? You cried but didn´t beg...and you even won in the end...it only proofs that I was right all the time" and Scott´s breath accelerate and he didn´t think twice before taking his visor and blast Mr.Sinister away.

However, the vines creepily climb on the floor and wrapped tightly around his legs and yank on the floor and the impact somehow makes the lasers stop-Scott closes his eyes and it took a minute for him to reconize the sensation and not enter in dispair believing his sight is gone- and his body is unable of moving.

"Scott Summers, you broke the law" the voice that belongs to Prof X answers, yet, Scott notices something off on his voice. "The punishment must be severe...especially as you´re one of my favorites" and Scott almost laughs at this.

Then I don´t want to know what you would do if I wasn´t the favorite.

If Prof X is ready to throw Scott in the dungeons or do something else, well, all Scott can do is gulp and not cry. But, someone intervenes. No, more than someone as he can still hear their voices.

"Prof...this is unfair...why you would punish Scott for wanting to be away from this creepy?" Jean shouts angrily and Scott can see, mentally of course, how her face must be twisted in anger-there´s a difference in an angry Jean and an angry Pheonix and Scott knows this very well- and Jean continues while Storm is helping Scott to stand on his feet.

"Can you open your eyes, Scott?" Storm asked in concern and Scott shakes his head. Nothing else needs to be said. Storm puts his visor back and asks again as Scott opens his eyes slowly.

Jean is not done. "How can you ask for a nazi scientist to be here? I thought this island was supposed to be a paradise for us...not for nazis scum" Jean shouts vexing and for a moment everyone gathers around thinking she would go Pheonix...

She gave up the Pheonix ...there´s no trace of the bird on her.

Prof X smiles and is not soothing in the slightest. "I believe everyone deserves a chance and it wasn´t thanks to Mr.Sinister´s machinations that Cable, your once beloved son or so you once claimed, came to be?" Prof X only walks ignoring Jean Grey as he concludes his thoughts in one final line. "Plus, you would are the one to give everyone a chance...everyone but your own daughter" and then Jean falls from the sky screaming in agony.

Scott goes to her and tries to use his power on Prof X to make him stop- Scott recalls that he did murder Prof X thanks to the Power of Pheonix and hopes he can kill the man again-yet, his power doesn´t work on the man who only shakes his head at this.

Storm tried to use her powers as well-summon a powerful lightning bolt to burn the man in one attack- yet, her powers are useless against Prof X, and Storm is knockdown.

"What a pity...but you two always disappointed me"

And the fates of Scott Summers and Jean Grey are sealed. There´s no more Mr.Sinister as Prof X leaves.

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Logan is on the beach and is smoking one of his best cigars and is more than happy to see Jean Grey, and to his increased libido and satisfaction she´s wearing a bikini and no Scott Summers- and Logan knows this is meant to be. Knows this is all about making more babies and Logan promises to buy the best beer he can think to thank Kurt for such law- and the man is as seductive as his entire being can. "Jeanie. Fancy a swin?"

Jean shakes her head and holds him. Oh, Logan knew this would happen and smirks thinking he finally beat Slim. Finally, and even mention this out loud. "You finally going to be with a real man" and goes for a kiss.

The kiss is as passionate as his imagination provides, yet, she steps away and speaks in a soothing tone. "Oh, Logan...I never liked you but I thought you were smart than that" and her eyes are burning just like her hair. "You´ll know what is death and the most painfully one..." and Jean is no longer Jean...and Logan is no more.

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A cargo ship is traveling in the pacific ocean and the captain is giving the orders to make sure their precious containment is in order- mutants kids from non-develop countries and many labs and governments would pay anything to put their hands on those kids- and the captain is even dreaming with the huge sums of money he´ll gain thanks to those kids. And damn, he can even view himself in a large mansion.

"Captain...there´s a strange ship...yatch coming to our way" one of his first mates points to the said yacht and the captain rolls his eyes and order to fire at them-he has better things to worry than worry about stupid people- however when one of the crews of the yacht shots a fireball large enough to damage the ship and the other froze the ship preventing it from leaving...it proves how it in deep waters the captain is now.

A woman flies to the deck. The woman has a red vest and one sword. The men didn´t take long to shoot at her, yet, it was futile. "AHH GHOST!" one of them said and the woman smirks evilly.

"Yep, I´m a ghost and I´m a very pissed ghost" and she runs through them using her sword as if it was another limb attached to her body. The rest of the crew surrender and the children were rescued.

"Emma?" Kitty calls not wanting the damn woman in her mind. "The kids are safe...not alright after what they witness, but, alive...we´re taking them to a secure place"

"I trust in your judgment, Kate!"

"Stop calling me like that, Frost"

One of the kids looks at the woman wearing red and asks one of the mutants who is she. And Bobby follows their sight and smiles. "Well, that´s Captain Pryde" and the kids look in awe at the Captain who notices their smiles and makes a One Piece reference.

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Betsy Braddock is not easily frightened and maybe this can make people have the wrong view about her. And maybe, Betsy used to like those wrong ideas people had over her- the fearsome woman who laughs in Death´s face- and Elisabeth´s smile can´t reach her eyes anymore nor be anything but an obvious fake. No pleasantries are enough to dissolve the situation between herself and... "Kwannon" Betsy exclaims noticing how their outfits have different color paletas.

Kwannon. The Japanese Psylocke as some used to call-Oh, Betsy knows what people used to call Kwannon´s body and know what they used to call Betsy´s mind as well- and the Japanese woman is putting one foot in front of the other...the motion would be almost funny, if it wasn´t painfully clear she´s not used to her own body.

"Betsy..." her tone is dry as her eyes are fixated on Betsy. "I want to talk with you, but...thinking back and seeing you now. I need you to shut up and listen..." she exhales and continues. "I don´t blame you for what happened to me..." she closes her eyes and touches her hand. "I´d blame you for how you treat my name and my own body. You wear little and suddenly your blade talks and demands blood...I´m not like that and I don´t like that now you´re a white woman...abruptly your blade doesn´t scream blood anymore and you don´t longer dress like a slut..." she completes having a neutral expression on her face.

Betsy can´t ignore her actions. "I thought in assume another identity for myself" is a good explanation for Betsy not for Kwannon.

"White woman. Do you know anything about me? I´m a ninja not because it was cool or sexy, but, because I had no option. I have no last name...I´m a Burakumin, yeah judge by your look you had no idea what this means" her tone is derisive as she continues. "I was an outcast in my own country. The Yakuza one day, saw my abilities and offer me a job...and that job became my life"

"I didn´t know..." Betsy speaks with a heavy tone. "I was..."

"Having fun in wearing my body as a sex toy? Yeah...I know" and Kwannon uses her kinetic blade- Kwannon is not sure if she wants to fight Betsy or to simply see if she still has her powers- and if a brawl was to happen, well, it won´t be now as Emma Frost shows up along with Kitty Pryde.

"Ladies...this is not time to catfight...we better things to do" Emma Frost replied in a regal way as always and Kitty rolls her eyes at such display but speaks again.

"I think we all agree Krakoa is bad"

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Scott and Jean are back to their cabin in the woods-money is not exactly an issue for Jean Grey as she died and resurrected so many times to the point the agency thinks she´s a meme now- and Jean is laid down on the canape still feeling pain. "I´m fine...no, I´m not...but I´ll be...Scott, when Prof X´s power increase like that?"

Scott has no answers. And someone knocks the door and Scott goes to answer and sees Madeline Pryor smiling at him. "Are you real or an illusion?" Scott asks and Madeline nods sagely and slaps his face with a grin.

"Still doubt am I not real?"

"No, is you!"

"I´m not here to fight...I´m here to talk and as much I hate to say this...I need the help of Jean Grey"

#Pirate au redone au #kitty pryde #madeline pryor #Emma Frost #Kitty the pirate saving mutant kids #No KIDS going to Krakoa #Logan is no more #Dr Moira is next #Kwannon has a background now #mentions of Kurt

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Org members finding out their (non-member of the Organization) SO was attacked by another member. (whether they were targeted or if the attacker honestly didn't know, and how badly they were injured is up to you depending on how angsty you want to make this)

This was one of the requests that I discussed with the discord group and @nopantssaturday fuckin WENT OFF

this is going to be horribly angsty and depressing, so grab some popcorn and tissues and get ready for the sadness - also super long so majority is under the cut

Part Two will be posted soon!

Xemnas

Well sad to say, Xemnas wouldn’t do anything outward about it at least at first. He’d know that his S/O would be in danger. He knew they could be hurt or worse. But what were they to him? A pawn? A musing of his own lust? Nothing worth sacrificing what was worth everything to him. He had come to terms with this. He had accepted that it meant nothing. That is, until he saw their mangled corpse laying in the street. He had thought of how he would take this moment, visualized how it would look in his mind. But somehow compared to all the scenarios he had in mind, being mercilessly destroyed by Dusks in this way wasn’t one of them.

Dusks that were sent by his own second in command to take claim of this world! This was much much worse. His chest echoed with pangs of great sorrow, remnants of what was left of his humanity. Before he could realize what he was doing, he was on his knees besides the corpse, holding a cold bloody cheek in his hands.

He thought he was prepared for this moment. He prepared for every scenario that could possibly occur. But what he didn’t expect, was wetness dripping down his face and hitting the ground. Xemnas vowed there, to never take another innocent to his bed. This sense of loss was… unacceptable.

Xigbar

Blades clashed as the hot sun set inside the burning sky. It had felt like forever since Xigbar was able to put down his weapon, letting loose arrows faster than he could blink. Of course it wasn’t just heartless he was fighting. These were KeyBlade wielders. Maybe even masters. Hell, this wasn’t his scene. The sooner this mission was over, the better.

On the other side of the town square, Xaldin held several more wielders at bay with his spears. These kids knew what they were doing with their blades, but he still felt the need to play with them as they did battle. It was amusing for a while but by now, things felt as if they were dragging on. That was, until, he heard a voice he never thought he would hear again.

“Braig?” A small but powerful voice uttered the name he once knew as his own. His eye went wide as he turned 180° to see them. It was as if they hadn’t aged a day, except for their eyes that had grown tired, plagued with dark bags from lack of sleep. His mouth hung open for a minute before they started to run across the battlefield to him, her shimmering KeyBlade in hand. He was shocked and confused, but also started to feel an inkling of what could be joy as she ran for him.

His hands slumped to his side and his weapons momentarily disappeared as to prepare for what he hoped for was an embrace he had longed for for what felt like an eternity. Maybe this was a sign for something good in his future. The joy was fleeting though, as a spear went whirring past Xigbar’s head and within a blink of an eye buried itself deep into her side, throwing her to the ground.

“NO!” He couldn’t help but yell as he dropped down to her and looked over her wound. He wasn’t a doctor but it was possible that it wasn’t fatal. Xigbar could hear Xaldin walking up behind him, assuming the other wielders had either fled or been taken care of. Xigbar turned to face the larger man with a fury in his eye greater that he had ever weirded before. “WHAT the FUCK do you think YOU WERE DOING?!?” Xigbar screamed at the larger man.

“What I was DOING was saving YOUR life!” Xaldin growled back, sneering down at the girl on the ground, breathing heavily and writhing in pain.

Xigbar turned to his beloved once more. “Hey kid.. it’s okay.. hey. It’s gonna be okay.. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Just… hang on…” It was then that he picked the girl into his arms and within a second blinked out into the darkness of what was now night. Xigbar just hoped that it was fast enough to save her.

Xaldin

Really didn’t care for the work he had to do most days. It was his job and he had to do it, but matters of the heart we’re something he rarely liked interfering with. His silver tongue was used to cast doubts into the hearts of those in power to create powerful heartless but it only ever seems to have him cast doubt himself. Of all of the worlds he traveled to and worked with, Radiant Gardens was by far the worst. It reminded him of the world he knew before he lost his heart, the life that he knew had nothing let for him anymore, but still he longed for. The one he loved most was long lost along with the babe she carried. In one night all those years ago; he lost everything and since then he never looked back.

Tonight was the night that he and Saix were to stalk the progress of another large heartless Xaldin had been brewing for several weeks. His mortal form was one of an old miserly man whose family had long but abandoned him. By now, the man had become a raging heartless that had only been stewing in the confides of his home, keeping him contained until ordered otherwise. As Saix watched the beast stew in its confinement, Xaldin decided to go for a walk in the moonlight.

Seeing what he had done was always his least favorite part of his job. It wasn’t long until he heard a loud roar and the screams of people. It seemed that his work was done here. Hours passed and the eventually, half of what was once Radiant Gardens was now leveled to the ground. He looked into the rubble and where bodies once were with apathy. This wasn’t new. He was unfazed, until he heard the cry of a child. Xaldin turned and saw the child weeping over a body under a support beam“Mama! Mama! Wake up!” The child cried, weeping into the building. He didn’t know why but he found himself drawn to walking up to the child and looking beneath the rubble. Who he saw was someone he thought left this world eons ago.

He called out her name and pulled the rubble out from on top of her. The woman sputtered and coughed as the weight was removed from on top of her. Xaldin quickly tossed the beam away and ran to the woman’s side. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “I thought I lost you! I’m- I’m going to make this right. Please just— just don’t go.” He picked the woman up in his arms and decided he would find help.

“Mister… Where are you taking my mommy?” It was in that moment while he lifted her that he looked down at the child. Small, weak, scared, and was fairly beaten by the past events. And with eyes so deep of violet. Is this… could they be..? He looked down at his beloved with confusion and for the first time in forever, hope. “Is this..? Are they..?”

The woman gave Xaldin a soft smile before coughing again, this time blood appearing in her hand. She didn’t have much time.“I.. yes I’m going to help your mother. Come with me, now. And stay close. I’ll do my best to take care of you… “

Vexen

Vexen sat along with the other members in the place where darkness gathers. Another day, another meeting, and more of his time wasted. He sat through the phases of the meeting, mildly interested but secretly doing calculations in his head. It wasn’t until Axel’s mission debrief that actually caught his attention.“Axel do you have anything to report?”

“Yeah. So we were doing some recon in the south side of Radiant Gardens and— for NO reason at all— a fire broke out and there was a lot of damage… I guess all I can say is.. My Bad.”

Vexen looked up at Axel from the mathematic notes he held in his hand with an expression of shock and terror. He— did he just say the south side? He couldn’t have! “What about the people—?! Where there any casualties?” Vexen almost leaped out of his chair in worry, to which everyone looked to him with a strange glance.“I—-“ Vexen Stuttered “l-It’s no matter. I must go. To… the lab! Right now.” and without a second thought, Vexen opened a portal and did NOT go to the lab.

Charred remains of houses blurred past Vexen’s eyes as he ran through the streets of what was the south side of Radiant Gardens. The redhead certainly didn’t lie when he said he had started a fire, but this was insane. There had to be at least 3 houses in cinders and even more that were damaged thanks to his recklessness. But through all of the wreckage and the faces signed by soot and despair, he couldn’t find her.

A calm search soon turned into a frantic run through the streets, yelling her name out and searching everywhere he could think. He couldn’t find her anywhere. She… she must not have made it out… her home was torched beyond recognition. It was the place where they spent nights celebrating a successful experiment, where they shared dinners filled with laughter, and even for one night, was the place where they lost themselves and fell for each other, and now she was gone…

Vexen didn’t know what to do with himself. This wasn’t something the man was used to. He didn’t have very many people that he held close to him, but this was something he hoped he never had to experience. As the tears threatened to fall, Vexen walked up to the remains of her home, looking through debris and remembering the nights they shared here. Not much was left of the house or it’s contents. Vexen searched through the rubble and walked through what once was a bedroom and like the rest of the house, not much was left.

As Vexen moved through the room, something shining caught his eye. There, on a pile of soot and debris, was the necklace he had bought for her to wear. It was a small and simple locket with nothing inside of it, but it was a gesture so that she could remember him when he was away at work. Oh the irony. Vexen clutched the locket in his hands as the tears started to flow again. He stood there, tears burning in his eyes for what felt like an eternity, long enough until the sun started to set.

But as the sun faded along the horizon, Vexen found himself watching the crimson ball creep down beyond his line of sight.

It wasn’t until a voice pulled him away from his gaze. “Vexen? What are you doing?” Vexen whipped his head around and there standing in front of the house was the woman he thought was reduced to cinders. She stood in front of the house, scratched, bruised and heavily bandaged, supporting herself with her crutch. And all of a sudden, the tears fell one final time, but out of joy, as he ran through the rubble and pulled her into a deep embrace.

Lexaeus

Lexaeus was a good Organization member. He always performed his missions on time and without error. He was silent, but loyal and dependable. He was always one to be trusted, being with the Organization since the days of its conception. But there were some nights where Lexaeus used his presumed silence to good use and left the castle grounds the see an old friend.

He never intended to bring the frail woman into harms way. She was the owner of a flower shop; she was sweet and docile, and didn’t offer much to violence. She was safer here in Radiant Gardens, as much as he hated the thought of her in this townhouse alone. The most he could do for her was write the occasional letter and sneak out to see her like he was tonight.

He was only a few houses away now and he started to feel his skin tingle with excitement. It always was this way. When he was with her, it was like the world outside of that house would stop; and he was human once more. He knew that being with her was dangerous, but he couldn’t help but come back.

He approached the door and quietly knocked. There was no answer. Usually she would excitedly pull the door open or at least yell to come in. Something wasn’t right here. He knocked once more. Still no answer. He turned the doorknob. It was unlocked. Another red flag. He pushed the door open and walked into the home. The lights were on, but no one was here. It was silent.

Something definitely wasn’t right. Lexaeus summoned his weapon and held it in his hand, preparing to strike if someone unwelcome was here. He checks the living room and then the bathroom. no one. He walks up the stairs and checks her bedroom. Nothing. where was she? At that moment was when Lexaeus heard a sound. The first sound in the house he’s heard other than his own footsteps, the sound of a teakettle’s whistle. She must be in the kitchen. Lexaeus thought to himself. Unfortunately he was right.

As he walked through the doorway to the kitchen, Lexaeus saw something he hoped would only ever plagued his nightmares. There she was, laying on the ground, in a puddle of her own blood. Lexaeus dropped his weapon and covered his quivering lips with his hand. He dropped down next to her as soft silent tears fell down his cheeks, holding her in his arms with her blood still warm against his hands.

How could this happen? he thought to himself, until he noticed what had killed her. A very familiar purple arrow peeled out from her chest. Only one did the job. It was then when another voice entered the room. “Well, well… I was wondering when you were gonna show up.”

Xigbar’s steps grew closer until Lexaeus could sense that the sharpshooter was standing right behind him. He didn’t want to even look at the man.“Why… why did you do this? She was harmless. Innocent,” Lexaeus asked, not even looking up.

“Well actually, big buddy, that’s where you’re wrong. You see… the boss found out about this little side piece you were keepin’ and let’s just say he didn’t quite like that you were keeping secrets from us. Told me himself to solve this little problem, ya dig?”

Lexaeus was furious. His chest roared out in sadness and agony. This was his fault. This is what happens when he involved himself with love. But his anger still flowed from him, the tea kettle still whistling at a high pitched scream. Lexaeus stood and turned to tower over the sharpshooter and grabbed him by collar of his coat with bloodied hands. He pushed the smaller man into the wall and lifted him up, slamming his head into the wall again before pinning him in place.

“You sick bastard! I loved her!!” Lexaeus snarled through gritted teeth. His eyes were like a fire Xigbar had never seen before, but still all the smaller man could do was chuckle as he met his gaze.

“You loved her? You could never have loved her, you big ape. People like us aren’t capable of loving anyone. You brought her into our world for your own selfishness and now she’s dead. Just do what you’re told and maybe we won’t get murdered ourselves.”

Lexaeus paused and soon dropped the man down onto his feet again, the screaming teakettle going quiet as all of the steam was gone. “Go.” Lexaeus growled. “I need to be alone. GO. Now.”

Xigbar held up his hands in defeat with his shut eating grin still on his face. “Alright buddy. I’ll see you later at the castle.” And in a blink, the horrible rat man was gone.

Once again, Lexaeus turned down and faced his loved, her eyes open and dried blood on her lips. He placed a large have over her eyes and closed them gently and cleaned her face with a nearby dish cloth. Never again was he going to see her smile or hear her laugh or enjoy the silence of a summer night together, and it was all his fault. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and stood one final time. He turned off the stove in the kitchen with a soft click and whispered his goodbyes. The door to the townhouse closed behind him and he slowly walked back to the Castle that Never Was to do the one thing he did best.

Zexion

Zexion was quiet. He wasn’t naturally someone adept at socializing and he didn’t really want to meet new people. That’s why she came to him, it seemed. It was a day when he was reading his books outside, basking in the cool weather, something that Lexaeus encouraged him to do so that he could get his daily dose of Vitamin D. Zexion decided to read in the shade of a large tree by the fountains at the center of the city. The sound of the trickling fountain and the soft breeze on his skin were calming. But other than that, the spot was rather silent.

“Hey! What’re you reading out here by yourself? Are you some kind of loner or something?” Zexion looked up from his book to see a girl looking down at him. He scanned her face and features with a confused look before returning his eyes to his book.

“No I am not a loner! I am reading. And It’s something very complicated. You probably wouldn’t be interested.” There was a pause of silence before the girl spoke again.

“Well.. now you have just made me more interested! Tell me about it!”

The girl was eager but after a few more minutes of pleading and arguing Zexion begrudgingly agreed, and honestly, spending this afternoon with her wasn’t as torturous as he imagined it would be. She was able to pick up his reading material quite well, and the two were even able to make jokes and laugh on occasion. It was quite pleasurable.

“Around here people call me _.” She stated, matter of factly. “What do they call you, mister loner?”

Zexion coughed awkwardly. “Well… these days I go by Zexion.”

“Well that’s a really long name. I think I’m gonna stick with callin you Zex. Unless you’d like to go by ‘Mister Loner’ instead.” The girl gave Zexion a cheeky grin and Zexion could feel his cheeks flush. It wasn’t often that he spoke to girls. Or anyone at all really.

“I.. uh… Zex is fine… it’s nice to meet you.”

The two agreed to meet again, and again and soon It is became a weekly occurrence. Zexion would bring a new book and they would read and talk under that looming tree, laughing and joking until the sun set. Honestly Lexaeus was just happy to see the boy smiling around the castle.

It wasn’t until several months later under that same shady tree that the girl decided to show Zexion her secret. “Okay Zex… so I know we’ve known each other for a while now and all… but I need to tell you something about me. I’ve been keeping it a secret and.. please don’t freak out.”

Zexion looked at her with confusion until she pulled her and up and faced her palm upwards. And there within her palm, a small flame started to grow. Zexion looked up at her with shock in his eyes. “But— how?” He asked her. It wasn’t like she was a nobody. This was a very rare talent for a normal human.

“I… I don’t really know.” She sighed. “I’ve been able to do this for as long as I could remember… but I didn’t want to lie to you any more. Even if it makes me a monster..” her eyes were welling with tears.

“Oh no no! Don’t cry!” Zexion stutters, his cheeks turning a light pink. “I don’t think you’re a monster at all! You.. you have a gift! And that’s… amazing.”

Zexion didn’t have much time to react as soft lips met his own in a soft but passionate kiss. She pulled away just as quickly as she appears and Zexion was redder than he had ever felt. It was like his cheeks were the ones on fire.

“Sorry… I know that was unexpected I really just needed to know how you felt about me and if you don’t feel the sameI completely understa—“ she wasn’t able to finish her sentence before his lips pressed against hers in a Frenzy. This second kiss linger and turned into a third and then a fourth. Eventually, the girl pulled away and pressed her fingertips to her lips.

Zexion looked up sheepishly. “I. Uh… sorry. I… please don’t ever call yourself a monster.. You could never be a monster.. you’re.. beautiful.. and… wonderful.”

The lovers continued to visit each other under that tree for weeks - months - each visit became more magical than the last. And soon, the two were inseparable. Any time that Zexion was not working in the lab or away on organization, he would flee to Radiant Garden to see the girl that took over his every lingering thought. But one day, Zexion waited for his love under the tree and after hours of his waiting, didn’t show up. And Zexion didn’t know why. They had arranged to meet under the tree as they always did but she was gone. After a few hours, Zexion decided to search for her. She wasn’t at her home or in the market, or any of their usual places.

After 3 days of his search, Zexion decided to give up for the time being. It was obvious that his love did not want to be found, and that she might have moved on or worse, she didn’t want him to find her. Dejected, Zexion started to return to his own way of living before meeting the girl. He brooded in the lab and brooded in the halls of the castle and once again, the other members started to worry for him.

Hello Number VI.” Vexen approaches the brooding boy in the library as he read another heavy piece of literature. “I require your presence in the lab today. I have a very important experiment I have been working on that you would just love.” Zexion didn’t have much time to respond as Vexen as the blond man grabbed the fabric of his coat and dragged the boy down the hall to the labs.

It wasn’t like Zexion hasn’t been down the the lab before. He has been there hundreds of times to work as Vexens assistant, but when the older man turned down the hallway to his special experimentation room, Zexion grew nervous. No one was allowed down there unless they were observing in a demonstration of some sort. Otherwise the rooms were off limits.

Vexen led the boy down the hallway and eventually opened the door the the observation room. The room only had a couple of chairs as furnishings and then one large black panel of what Zexion assumed was 2 way glass. The room connected through the glass but knew that that was where Vexen was headed.

“Now sit tight, Zexion. Make yourself comfortable! You are going to love this.” Vexen closed the door behind him and headed towards the experimentation room. The dark waiting room silent as Zexion sat in his chair. Another moment later, he heard the door to the adjacent room open and the flick of a light switch. As the light flickered on, all of the air left Zexion’s lungs.

There she was. The girl that Zexion has fallen in love with. The girl he searched for days to find. She was here, strapped to a metal table and separated by a glass window. Her once long hair was hastily cut short to easier attach sensors and EKGs to her head face and chest. Tears stained her cheeks and IV’s and needles stuck out of her arm, pumping her body with fluids and chemicals.

“No!” Zexion wordlessly screamed. He wanted to yell and scream and free her, but all he could do was watch in horror.

“I know you’re wondering.. this looks like a regular girl, what use is she to us!” Vexen smiled, his voice echoing into the observation room “well… I found this little creature in Radiant Garden. And as it turns out, this little thing can produce a flame similar to our own Axels! Isn’t that extraordinary! She is not a nobody and still can produce this kind of power! Now I have been testing what can stimulate this power and I am ready to show you my findings!”

Vexen reached into his pocket and pulled out his trusty tape recorder. “Day 7: continuing stimuli testing on subject 4SB9. Starting stimuli test now.” With a click, Vexen returned his tape recorder to his pocket and pulled up a tool that Zexion has never seen before. It was metal rod with a rounded tip, and then from the handle came a long electrical cord that connected to the wall.

“No no… no.. no!” The girl pleaded as Vexen places the tool rounded edge to the girls forearm. As soon as it touched her skin the girl WAILED as the electricity traveled through her. Her body started to convulse and her wails turned to blood curdling screams. Zexion couldn’t watch any more. He was going to be sick. His hands balled into fists and he screamed as well… he slammed his tight fists against the glass in a fit of rave. He didn’t know what he was going to do but he could take this anymore.

As Vexen heard the banging against the glass from Zexion’s fists, the older man pulled the tool from his test subject. He’s screams died down as her body continued to convulse and shiver. She was still alive, thank heaven, but she was being tortured. “Oh Now what is wrong? We were almost at a breakthrough, Zexion.”

The girl started to respond as Vexen said the boys name. She took deep breaths and turned her head to the glass. It was as if her eyes could piece the glass and were looking into his soul, even though he knew she couldn’t see him.

“Z…Zex…Ion…?” The girl huffed his name as she tried to speak. It seemed speaking was all too much, for as soon as she said his name, the girl fainted from exhaustion. . He couldn’t take it. He needed to help her. The boy turned from the window and ran out the door and down the hallway to the experimentation room. The boy busted the door down with his entire body and barreled into the room.

“Zexion…? What do you think you’re doing? Return to the observation room at once! It’s not safe for you here!”

“No Vexen!” Zexion yelled back in a fervor that the older gentleman had never seen. “THIS is WRONG! She’s just a girl! And you’re doing this to another human being! For what?”

“Oh Zexion.. my poor child.. you feel badly for her.. but you have not seen what she can do yet. And once you do, you’ll see that she is a monster. And that she can answer some of the great questions the organization is asking. Through her, we could answer the questions of the UNIVERSE! Don’t you understand?”

But the boy didn’t answer. He just stared at vexen with a fire in his eyes. One moment turned into two. And then three. And soon it was a LONG silence.

“Zexion? Did.. did you hear me?” The blonde reached to touch the boys arm, but instead of feeling the boys skin, Vexen’s slender hand phased through the boys arm completely before he completely disappeared.

“What?” As Vexen turned, the form of his subject on the table disappeared as well. He had been caught monologuing and in his vanity, was tricked.

Meanwhile, down the hall Zexion ran with the unconscious girl in his arms. At the end of the hall the boy opened a dark portal and ran through it. Radiant Garden wasn’t safe anymore. He didn’t know where they were going to go, but Zexion was sure that he would keep her safe and never let this happen again.

TBC

#angst #organization xiii #organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts headcanon #part 1

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kitahara-rei · 5 years

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Stars Shine Brightest In The Darkest of Nights

Here’s the plot dump because I have no idea when I will ever finish this weeps I have three separate notepad files for this I can’t believe my procrastination levels are too damn high

Contains some character information and one (1) small angst below the read more:

Reiji

Half-fae with 1 green, 1 gray eyes, looks about 25. Half-faes don’t age as fast as humans, though usually those with fae descent are able to use a glamour to hide their actual features. Actual age? Probably over 50 or so. Generally, he calls everyone by nicknames since it makes them less tense about him being a fae and knowing their ‘true names’.

He owns a cafe in Shibuya, the Kotobuki Cafe, passed down from his mother. Reiji runs it alone, funneling his magic to make it into a separate dimension (one of the reasons his powers are so weak). The shop is usually invisible to the main street until he opens for business, and he charms his customers so they don’t remember what magical experience they had inside his shop (since magic is probably controlled and all and not for humans to understand).

His tragic backstory revolves around Aine. He met Aine when they were younger and dated for a while, but as Aine comes from a line of spirit channelers, Reiji wiped his beloved’s memories so that he didn’t have to choose between the two. Aine got married and had a son, Ai. One day, Aine’s wife became deathly ill and passed early. With all the harrowing stress of his family pressing him to take over as the head and the loss of his wife, Aine falls into a depression. Demons whisper to him about the forbidden spells that can revive his beloved, if only he would trade his body in return. Reiji convinces him time and time again not to listen and that it’s not worth it, to think of Ai, but they get into an argument, with Aine storming out of the house. News return to the Kisaragi family that Aine died fighting demonic beasts outside. The truth was that Aine had been possessed by a demon due to the negative energy from his dark emotions and Reiji was forced to kill him. Reiji blames himself for the entire thing, thinking that he should have stopped him somehow and known that Aine wasn’t in his right mind and shouldn’t have let him go alone. So he took custody of Ai instead of leaving him to the strict Kisaragi family, raising him on his own.

Ranmaru

About 22, human summoner. He can summon beasts with the contract on his right eye, a magic signature engraved into his iris. Usually he wanders the Night Market, accepting quests from the patrons of the local tavern to earn money to pay off his family’s debt. He prefers using a blade and a dagger when fighting.

Ranmaru has been searching for a particular demon because his father had been tricked into forming a contract with it for money and power, his soul taken as the price. He works under the mercenary name Black Orchid in the Night Market to find the information he needs. The Kurosaki family name was struck off the Summoners’ Society Register for breaking the law on demon summoning. He knows his father would never contact a demon, and he vows to find the truth of the matter. (But the truth is that his mother had been the one who summoned it, trying to bring their family back into absolute power. The Hijirikawa and Jinguji family also had a hand in it by giving her the idea.)

15, human. He is Aine’s son, a non-believer of everything magical. Occasionally he does help out around the cafe, but when he’s not, he’s hanging out over at Syo’s house.

Ai knows that his father never returned the day that he argued with Uncle Reiji. He had followed them out the night they argued and seen the entire thing. His memory of the whole ordeal is fuzzy at best, but only one thing stands out clear to him: Reiji covered in blood, clutching at his father’s cold body. He blames the man for killing his father. He ignores most of the magical happenings around him, but in the five years that he lived with Reiji, he somehow realises the truth, but there’s no other place for him to direct his anger at. He doesn’t want to believe that his father was possessed by a demon. Ai does know that Reiji loved his father, from how he visits his grave every year.

Camus

Looks around 20, actual age: unknown.

An old ass vampire from outside of town who was cast into hibernation after the Great Vampire War (don’t ask me which one). He woke up in early 2000s, unfamiliar with the area now known as Romania. He wandered through the changed lands, starved for blood. Camus stumbled upon a portal to the Night Market where he first met Reiji, who offers to help him out by providing him fae-blood, which grants him immunity in sunlight. They meet once or so every fortnight. (Reiji needed a distraction, and vampire bites are very pleasurable.)

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A short excerpt of mild Aine x Reiji angst:

Or he could sit down for a while and enjoy the special blend he had stored away in a dusty cabinet, untouched for a while now. That sounded like an excellent idea.

Reiji let out a sigh, popping the cork off the bottle. How long has it been since he had taken a break? He didn't know. The street outside had changed so much over the years, and yet, he still remained the same. Humans, lured over with the promise of the Wonderland that Reiji could deliver to them, were the only source of entertainment he had. He liked the business though; the smiles of his customers got him through the day, and at night, he was tired enough to slip into a dreamless sleep.

He poured himself a cup, swirling the rose-coloured drink in the wineglass. A sweet scent of honey tempted his nose, beguiling him to drink. It was a rare one he found on the Night Market which he spent many a coin to obtain. It tasted smooth on his tongue, the sharp tang of berries mixed with the lull of magic, leaving him light-headed and more relaxed. An excellent wine.

The tinkling of the bell by the door caught his attention. His shop was closed to the human realm, so there wasn't a way for his customers to find a way inside. Not the human ones anyway.

"Pardon me for intruding upon your realm."

He turned to see someone he hadn't seen in a while. "Aine, what a surprise! It's been so long," he exclaimed, fatigue forgotten. He patted the seat next to him excitedly. "Here, join me for a drink!"

Aine looked the same as usual, his hair a brightly-dyed blue. Surprisingly, he was dressed in a casual button-up shirt and jeans, unlike the formal robes that he usually wore when Reiji visited. It made him look younger, like the first time that Reiji had met him. "Yes, it has been a while. I was passing by in the area and I thought to pay you a visit," he said, taking a seat beside Reiji.

He brought out another cup for him, pouring him some from the bottle. "Were you out on a date?" he asked, eyeing him up and down with a grin. "Rather fashionable, I must say. Much better than those stuffy robes you always wore."

Aine smiled, leaning against his arm. "I'm only here to see you," he said, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. But then, his expression grew serious. "How have you been, Reiji?"

"You know how the business is," he said, sighing dramatically. "Anyway, I'm..." ...fine. The word wouldn't leave his mouth. Reiji couldn't lie in front of him, not when he was looking at him like that. "I've been better. It's hard to run the shop when it's just myself, you know. Part-time workers are hard to come by around here," he joked.

Aine nodded. "That sounds tough. How is Ai?"

Reiji smiled. "He’s growing up fine. You should have seen him in his middle school uniform, it’s the darn cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” But then he bit his lip, fighting back the guilt welling up in his chest. “But he definitely hates me.”

“Why would he hate you?”

“Because of what I did to you! He followed us out in the rain, he saw it all, saw me... I had to make him forget.”

He didn't realise that he had been crying until he saw the wet spots on the tablecloth. Wiping away his tears, he tried to bring back his usual grin, but he just couldn't do it. Everything hurt too much.

“Reiji, do you remember the day we met?”

He looked over at Aine, the brief image of his bloodied body laying in his arms flashing through his mind. Reiji blinked it away. His friend’s young face was smiling back at him almost gently.

"I remember the day we met. It was at the beach, when I saw you by the shore, staring out at the sunset. I've always wondered what you were doing there, but then you saw me," Aine said wistfully. "Do you remember, Reiji? What I said to you then?"

"You said my eyes were beautiful," Reiji murmured, sniffing.

"That, they are. Just like the forest leaves and the smooth pebbles under your feet. You must have been lonely all this time," Aine said softly, gently prying Reiji's clenched fingers apart and lacing his fingers with his. Aine’s hand was warm and comforting, though Reiji hadn't realised when his own had started trembling. "I'm sorry, Reiji."

Reiji sniffed, tightening his grasp on his friend's hand. If he held on tighter, maybe Aine would stay this time. "Don't go, Aine," he pleaded softly, feeling his eyelids grow heavier and heavier with each moment. He wanted to chat more with Aine, to keep him within his view. It was so hard to fight against it, but the exhaustion won out. He laid his head on the table. "Don't leave me again."

There it was once more, that sad smile on his face. "I won't. I'm here, Reiji," Aine said. He knew it was an empty promise, but it gave Reiji the comfort he wanted. He closed his eyes.

When Reiji woke up later, he saw the untouched cup of wine where Aine had been. The man already gone. His hand felt so cold, so empty.

"You liar," he murmured. Stretching out his sore muscles, Reiji looked out the window. It was still dark out. There was a few hours before dawn. Picking up the untouched cup of wine from the table, he threw the contents down the drain. The liquid fizzed into smoke the moment it touched the steel basin. In moments, it was completely gone. Just like...

Reiji shook his head. No matter how much he wished for it, Aine wouldn't be coming back. The moment of indulgence in his own self-pity was over. It was time to face reality again.

#utapri #uta no prince sama #kotobuki reiji #kisaragi aine #reiaine #what is the ship tag for them?#kurosaki ranmaru #mikaze ai #camus (utapri)#rei's plot dump #fantasy au #rei's fics

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Goblin Slayer ep 1 review and its review from Anime Feminazis

Yay I am back from the dead for some laughs and giggles before I will send some scary Pilipino, Japanese, Melayu, Indo, and ancient Greco-Roman Stories that will either put you on the edge or make you laugh to death.

But for now let us go and either debunk or give a two cents from our famous misandrists from Anime Feminist - Yay my internal sarcasm will not let me laugh.

Because you know every rape depiction in fiction is to be banned even though there is parental guidance for shit like these

and we have a cute depiction of Goblin Slayer killing goblins.

Well before we start --

At the start of the episode we get to see what a fantasy anime can show, well at the very first start would be the shittiest hero introduction I can imagine. Maybe, just maybe if they were not simple dipshits who do not underestimate their opponents I will not probably tackle the bland first quarter of episode 1. Well they went off for an adventure to slay goblins, but the sad news is that their overconfidence caused them to be defeated and the party almost being wiped out by goblins - A common mistake by beginners that can kill you in the first move.

Well I can fill you in the two quarters of the episode, Goblins raped the Fighter girl, killed the dumbass fuckboy who thinks a sword longer than a spatha or as long as a Tai Chi can work well in cramped spaces(mind you they are beginners with a confidence level that can annoy you to the bone) in a very brutal fashion and manner, their mage was stabbed in the gut by a poisoned blade in a fast swing of events starting with mage, then fuckboy, and then fighter who got raped.

In these seemingly dark turn of events, our beloved Priestess tries to carry Female Mage and try to escape but was shot in the shoulder by a poisoned goblin arrow. All hope was lost until

Our Hero, Goblin Slayer came to save the day. He proceeded on granting Female Mage’s wish to die and giving Priestess the Antidote despite her protests. She then assisted him in slaying more goblins to save her last surviving friend. Of course when the killing of baby goblins was shown, she protested on thinking there are some good goblins, but Goblin Slayer just said:

Well soon, she became his one and only party member and the series will start from here.

Well of course you guys wanted me to go on Anime Feminists article? Ok I will

Ok now I have pretty much laughed on any article that contains their own buzz words and their supporters being too morally superior in the argument but it is better for me to dissect and if there are dubious claims I will debunk them Shall we(also I will not put the entire words of the article word by word just snippets of it as I point out the arguments the article will make.):

1.”Y’all, I’ve got something that’s gonna blow. Your. Mind. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.Okay so it’s like. An MMO—Okay that’s not the part I meant.So it’s like an MMO, right, but it’s like. What if when you got overwhelmed in a raid it was, like, REAL LIFE, and there was BLOOD—” - Yeah your Sarcasm is never straight to the point. No wonder why I added this snippet for fun, its pretty obvious its not an mmo in its genre just pointing that out.

2. “ My point is that GOBLIN SLAYER, putting aside its repugnant content, is a brainless copycat loudly braying about its cleverness despite being incapable of a single original thought. It would be pathetic if it weren’t so nasty, like a parasitic worm only worth grinding under your heel. “

- umm its a no on the copycat shit thing. - Also Brainless???? I cannot stop trying to laugh had it not been for my tooth extraction preventing me from doing so. - Single Original thought? Umm almost every fantasy genre in anime/manga/light novels have ever shown this level of savagery and brutality in its first episode, a few did like GATE:JSDF, and sorry to say this Shit, but it is Sword - -- oh wait my friend said it was just like Berserk - pathetic? well its opinionated grounds but I have seen more hentai far pathetic than this outside from

Please not this bullshit of a yaoi hentai....known as Boku no Pico.

ok....off track already...

4. “ It is laughably obvious that GOBLIN SLAYER longs to be Berserk, with its lone, implacable monster slayer and excessive focus on rape as an increasingly meaningless vehicle for cheap shock horror. Except that Berserk had a striking visual style, at least attempted to use assault in a meaningful way early on, and was a pioneer in its genre. Meanwhile, Goblin Slayer is limping in decades late with broken pacing and visuals so generic I look forward to people misattributing the GIFs of it on hentai blogs three seasons from now. ”

- umm article its not focusing on *Hears Boku no Pico Music* ahh fuck this I will just continue debunking....*internal death* Its not trying to be berserk in any shape or form...please stop this boku no pico music..... Also your sentences just implies it is going full Boku no Pico and Aki Sora on this. I am just cringing while listening to Boku no Pico since the pacing is pretty generic yes but not broken and you are just thinking about boku no pico

before I continue I just talked about Boku no Pico many times.....please I am dying internally.

5. “ It can’t even hit the basic watermark of the famous tentacle rape porno Legend of the Overfiend, which in addition to being very boring had genuinely impressive, fleshy-looking monster designs that turned the stomach to look at. Goblin Slayer has generic fantasy orcs and a boner for its own nonexistent cleverness. “ - I digress on the non....ok I will play with you because the song of Pico is killing me that I will just play along with your dubious claims. Well since its overly subjective. I will let you off for this dubious claims.

6. “ The show’s treatment of women is upsetting, but not in any new or noteworthy ways. If I tell you that this Edgy Edgelord Show starts out with three untrained female characters getting in over their heads, I bet you can fill in the rest (you can even have “the one male adventurer dies offscreen while the women are tortured at length in full view of the camera” for free!). “

- It just shows what goblins should be projected, a band of savages that is a threat to humanity. Also women in the older days are a profitable treasure that must be used to its fullest extent. I cannot say more since you are going to cherry pick me.

7. “ I bet you didn’t guess the deliberate close-up of our unnamed healer peeing her pants in terror, because this is nothing if not a fetish porn without the courage of its convictions, but two out of three ain’t bad. “ - What else do you want them to depict, them comforting her?! I cannot stop laughing while the cringy yaoi shit is playing in my ears, Won’t you pee in fear when your life is at its greatest edge writer? especially in her shoes that she cannot do anything...ok this is getting long...I need to contain myself from sarcasm and laughing.

8. “ Oh, and I’ll also throw in the end-episode reassurance that the kidnapped women are all broken for life with no hope of recovery, because these kinds of male-empowerment fantasies view women as a collection of holes dragging a punchline behind them. Because it can’t even bother with being a lazy “rape is the only trauma we can think of to have women grow strong from” story. “

- I cannot comprehend this feminazi anymore, I can easily debunk this by saying that once a woman who broken of rape and has PTSD because of her brutal experience from the beasts IDK like giants or what. What do you think, can you easily overcome such trauma? Oh wait you don’t because you are virtue signalling now.

- Also the last phrase is not lazy, its a simple pretext of how actual trauma and fear works. I cannot say more since I do not want to drag this on with Morals vs Logic arguments.

9. “ And I’m just gosh-darned invested in the plucky and still-unnamed healer’s decision to go on more adventures with him so that the show can scar her in new and ever more masturbatory ways. “

- She called Priestess you dimwit. I cannot spoil the manga or anime for you kids, but soon she is the very person Goblin Slayer - Sama would care and protect 24/7 in his adventures killing goblins.(So No more Arguments I want to tackle, yay)

aaaaannnnd that is how “I can talk to you on this shitstorm

Well I wanted to add more but since the shit music of boku no pico has finally stopped I can now take more than 2 cents about this than before. Goblin Slayer is the anime where I can say its never gonna be shown to children obviously well they would still watch it because its an anime. I cannot talk in a straight face because my laughter on how they think this is a copycat and an edgelord anime/manga/light novel is legit stupid and deserves another level of insults from these real world goblins.

Time to see you next time

#review #anime #manga #light novel #goblin slayer #boku no pico #rape #debunking #anime review #feminist #feminazi #aswang

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ladylilithprime · 6 years

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Sastiel Creations Challenge | @ladylilithprime

↳ Theme: Monsters | Prompt: Djinn

=A Wish Your Heart Makes=

IT WAS THE perfect life.

Not many would agree, of course; everyone's definition of "perfect" was unique to the individual and, while there might frequently be some overlap, it was very rare that two or more people might have truly matching definitions. Add to that the sort of changes a "non-standard" upbringing might create in a person's priorities for happiness... Well, as Dean had once remarked, a lot of people took having a stable address and place of residence for granted, so having a home - a real home, not just a base of operations out of which the Winchesters worked and in which they occasionally slept - might seem to an outsider like a low bar, never realizing just how high a bar it really was. Sam in particular had not had much luck with having a stable and stationary home, despite repeated efforts to change that over the years. An old bunker originally belonging to a now-defunct secret society of supernatural researchers might not be the most traditional of homes, but it was theirs and that was the important thing.

Charlie, the hacker who had helped them against the Leviathans, had worked a minor miracle in the eyes of the humans and completely eradicated Sam and Dean's criminal records from any and all digital archives, and had set up a watch to ensure the records couldn't be retrieved without pulling up all sorts of warnings with labels like "classified" and "secured data" and "authorization required". Neither Dean nor Castiel knew exactly what that meant, but Sam was happy and so that was enough for them. Moreover, Charlie had unlocked accounting and payroll information from the Men of Letters computers and dusty files. For the first time ever, there were actual legitimate bank accounts for "Samuel Alexander Winchester", "Dean Michael Winchester", and even "James Castiel Winchester". Castiel had been shocked that they would include him so thoroughly in their family when he had been turned away before, and had very nearly protested until Sam had reached out and pulled him into a hug, the first real and voluntary hug Sam had given him when Castiel was in his right mind.

"You belong with us, Cas," he'd said. "Me and Dean, we're not all that great at emotions and healthy communication, but you gotta know... You're family. And I - we - love you."

"Do you?" Castiel had dared to ask, having caught the slip and very nearly held his breath as he had waited for the response.

"Yeah, I... I do," Sam had admitted, dropping his eyes and ducking his head to hide his sudden blush. He hadn't pulled away from Castiel's touch when he had reached up to brush aside the soft fall of hair, and he had been more than agreeable to Castiel's request for a kiss.

And so the unconventional Winchester family built their unconventional home together with Charlie and Kevin coming and going as they wished. Sam was happy to delve into the Men of Letters library, sorting and cataloging the books, working with Charlie to preserve older texts and with Castiel to translate others. Dean nested happily, eager to finally be providing the home he had always felt Sam had been robbed of by Azazel's plots to further the early Apocalypse, and while he would find hunts occasionally they were sparse and rarely required the Winchesters to leave home for more than a day or two. And Castiel divided his days between helping Sam with the library, or allowing Dean to instruct him in "the human condition" since he now lived among them as one of them. At night, Castiel shared Sam's room and Sam's bed - their bed, Sam insisted - and would fall asleep held securely in Sam's arms, feeling safe in a way he could not remember ever feeling even in Heaven. It really was a perfect life.

So it was perhaps a cause for concern when Sam entered the lit library after dinner to find Castiel sitting at the long table staring at the cover of a book of Middle Eastern legends with a pensive expression on his face. "Cas? Everything okay?"

"Sam." The former angel looked up, blue eyes dark with the heaviness of an inexplicable sadness. "Are you happy? Living here, being... being with me.... This makes you happy?"

"Well, yeah," Sam said, sounding puzzled but at least willing to take the question seriously. He came around to sit on the edge of the table next to where Castiel was sitting, facing him. "I mean, sure, it's been an adjustment, getting used to having a home and... I'm sorry, but there's probably always going to be a little voice in the back of my head worrying about the next big threat coming along and killing you like everyone else I've loved--"

"One might argue that I have already fulfilled that requirement and 'gotten better'," Castiel broke in gently, making air quotes because he knew it would make Sam smile.

"There's a thought," Sam conceded with the expected fond smile. He sighed. "I get that it's not ideal, but our lives have never been what the majority of Americans consider normal. That doesn't make it any less amazing and perfect, just different." He huffed a low laugh. "Honestly, if I didn't still wanna kick His ass, I'd probably thank God repeatedly every night that this is my life, because as weird as it is... I have you. I have Dean and I have you, and that makes all the weirdness more than worth it."

"I see," Castiel said, looking down at the book, then back up at Sam with a soft smile that belied the serious expression in his eyes. "I love you, Sam Winchester."

"I love you, too, Castiel Winchester," Sam answered solemnly. He bent forward, and Castiel tilted his head back to accept and return the offered kiss from his beloved, lingering on the feeling even as Sam slowly pulled away and straightened up. "It's getting late. Come to bed?"

"I will be along soon," Castiel assured him as he straightened up out of the embrace of the chair and reached for the book. "This is the last of it for today."

"Okay," Sam agreed, getting up and dropping one last kiss on the top of Castiel's head. "I'll be waiting for you."

"I shall not keep you waiting long," Castiel promised, watching as Sam left the library before turning back to the table. The book was regarded with that same pensive expression from earlier, then set aside with a sigh. Instead, Castiel reached for the silver letter opener resting against the base of the small lamp and, with a last glance towards the door, plunged the blade into his chest.

CASTIEL JOLTED UPRIGHT from the floor of the broken-down cabin, his hand seeking and mercifully finding the hilt of his borrowed angel blade which he had painstakingly coated in lamb's blood from the butcher before coming out to the abandoned property. The djinn's power was not supposed to be able to affect an Angel of the Lord, but it seemed without his Grace he was more susceptible to the Supernatural. It was as disconcerting as it was irritating, and Castiel supposed that he would have to find some way to cope with this new facet of his disgraced and diminished state... after he dealt with the djinn.

Grace or no Grace, the former Angel still had his combat training and exceptional reflexes, a fact he was grateful to learn when the djinn attacked and he managed to dodge out of the way and get the blade up between them before she could lunge again. It struck home, and Castiel slid to the floor, his malnourished body having less energy than needed to remain standing just at that moment. At least the djinn was dead, and all that was left was to burn the body.

With a stifled sigh and a grunt of effort, Castiel heaved himself up off the floor and began dragging the djinn's corpse out of the ruined cabin so as not to set the whole dilapidated structure ablaze with the body. It would make a decent shelter for the night, allowing him to make his way back to Lebanon proper tomorrow during daylight, one more threat to the people he loved eliminated.

He refused to allow himself to dwell on the impossible scenario the djinn's power had conjured.

ONLY THREE MILES away in an old bunker, Sam Winchester frowned and reached for his cell phone. Before his fingers even touched the casing, his body stilled as his eyes flared blue with the light of Grace. His hand dropped away from the phone, the number for the intended call to an absent angel who should have been there with him left undialed outside of his own mind.

If you need cheering up after reading this, please proceed to AO3 and read Better In Person, which can be taken as an unofficial sequel to this story.

#supernatural fanfic #sastiel #sastielcc #sastiel creations challenge round 4 #djinn venom doesn't effect angels #unless the angel is now human

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occupationalhazards-series · 6 years

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Zero Hour: Track One (A Side)

[image- a drawing of a vinyl record with “Zero Hour A Side” and “Ciela, The Heir Not Quite Apparent” as the text in the center.]

Content Warnings: blood, self injury (in a non self-harm context), referenced child abuse and kidnapping, referenced abusive food restriction

In a stone lined room, a small girl lies in a bed. Her slick navy horns turn indigo in the first hints of sunlight, and the light casts a similar bright violet hue to her aubergine hair. Even the small disturbance of natural sunlight is enough to wake her, eerie mercury eyes snapping open even as her body stays stone still. Her breath pattern changes, but only barely.

She tenses minutely, and waits.

One breath, two, each nearly as silent as the last. Even with her vigilance, she hears no approaching guards and fails to sense the approaching magic of her attendant.

This small assurance is all it takes for her to spring into action, shoving a light blanket and sheet to the foot of the bed. The plain night clothes she wears don’t change at all in the light of the rising sun, their muted cream color remaining dull and boring. Her skin, however, does, the soft bronze shining a bright, magical copper in these few minutes she has to herself.

She drops to her hands and knees just as quietly as she had woken up, and reaches out under the bed. In one smooth motion, she slices her left ring finger on the prepared razor blade and smears the bloody digit on the hidden compartment under the bed. She catches the journal when it falls from the compartment, and shimmies back onto the bed, crossing her legs and settling herself into her morning routine.

First she closes her eyes, recalling and reviewing. Judging by the angle of the sunshine coming through the window, her attendant shouldn’t arrive for at least an hour. It is day four of the week so far, which means... breakfast, then free archive time. After that comes etiquette review, and that precedes sword training.

Joy.

She lets out a sigh and resigns herself. This is the day’s routine, and knowing is far better than not.

Especially on weeks when Lord Prince is around. Her huff isn't even forceful enough to move the longest part of her bangs, but her eyes flash a bright platinum.

Onwards, then. She opens the precious journal far more delicately than necessary, unable to stop herself from feeling the all too important inscription on the inside cover as she reads it aloud.

"To Our Beloved And Adored Hatchling-

May your scales grow strong,

may your magic grow true,

may your stories be told.

We love you."

Her voice is airy, but not light. It has the soft tone of someone who has had cautiousness beaten into them, and the surety of one reading an absolute truth. At this moment, the very edge of night conceding to day, only the latter sentiment matters.

Her steady breath wavers, shaking as she remembers. She wishes she was older when she left (when she was taken)- there simply aren't enough days to recall no matter how far she reaches back into her memory.

Nine years just isn’t enough, especially for her kind. (Yet four years is far too many. Funny how that works.)

She has to steel herself- mentally, of course. The strict dietary regimen Lord Prince makes her keep leaves her far too underweight to brace herself with a full body of scales like her mother.

Every day is too much, and every memory is not enough. It's not a surprise- nothing that happens near daily can truly be labelled a surprise- but it cuts jut the same.

One breath, then another. Moving on, she flips to the back of the book, and then carefully flips forward by several pages. There isn't a single word on any of these pages- just hundreds of tallies, carefully, furiously scratched in. They total in the thousands, and each one represents one day away from home.

Ciela leans over the bed and nearly falls off in her rush to grab the last hidden item from underneath it- a slick and elegant metal dip pen.

She settles back into position, noting the time as she carefully presses one preternaturally sharp fang into her left palm, slowly pulling her palm away and letting the blood well in her hand.

There is no way in all the Courts she'd use something as easily manipulated and identifiable as ink.

The blood of any and every Drake is a powerful magical artifact in and of itself, but the actual substance of an individual Drake's blood is even more useful than that- any Drake could and frequently did hide their secrets with it. (Blood is home. family. secrets. love. self. ancestry. futurepastnow.)

Blood casting is an instinctual, near primitive form of magic, taught to the youngest of hatchlings. But it WORKS.

The simplicity rebounds into strength- there must be a Drake, of sound enough mind to channel magic, and something important enough to spill blood over. Will and blood.

They are all that saves her.

One breath, then another. Focus. She writes in her journal while she can.

Dearest Elders-

I have no good news. I’m not sure I have any news at all. My attendant continues to give me leniences and graces that are sure to get them in trouble. I don’t know why. They gave me a whole bunch of ambrosia berries yesterday. My magic feels bouncy and airy and like I could fly.

I want to unbind my win

Why can’t my magic feel like this all the ti

IM SORR

I am growing, but not enough. My wings are so small I’m worr

I am small even for a human my age. I know I won’t be as big as you, Mother, but you and Father are not small people. My fourteenth winter approaches, and yet the ten-summer children of the archivist are taller. As Dauphin never ceases to mention.

The ambrosia berries were good. I’ve never had something so sweet. They taste like ceremonial wine and frost lightning and honey (It’s no wonder Dauphin pays so much for their wine.)

I want to taste some properly grown by sky fae one day. I’ll share some with you too, I promise. I haven’t grown into a selfish person without you. Not yet

I’m trying so hard , please believe me

I suppose I did have something to tell you today. I’m sorry it wasn’t important. I have to have faith that you still care about unimportant things

me my day.

I love you

-Ciela

She doesn’t cry. There is no one to trust with her tears.

Nothing to do but hide her secrets once more. She cleans her dip pen with the pitiful flames she can muster from her lungs she slips it back in its makeshift hiding place along with the journal. One more drop of blood and a burst of wild magic makes the whole thing disappear to the senses. Her hand twitches, spasming into a fist.

She can’t get rid of her rabbit pulse heartbeat.

So she takes a deep breath, and as she slowly releases it her eyes widen. Her primary, secondary, and tertiary eyelids open, and her irises glow a brilliant platinum.

The world comes into preternaturally sharp focus. Every color, every detail, stands out in sharp relief. It’s not just enhanced vision- truesight reveals magic, hidden or unhidden, wild or controlled.

Ciela takes four careful turns. Nothing can be suspect. Nothing is.

She had to be sure. She nods, satisfied, and changes the flow of excess magic to heal the small abrasions on her hand. It only takes a few seconds- they were no more severe than a papercut.

Pacing and preparations done, she heads over to the window. A hop and a scrunch and she’s settled into the rim of the bay window. She tries to look at the sky, tries to feel the clouds and calls of her own from within her cage. They don’t come to her, and it’s no surprise. She has been looking and reaching for one thousand four hundred and thirty eight days, and the closest she’s come is feeling the faint echoes of a Wyvern Call.

Either the wards are that strong, or the closest of her kin was over a hundred clicks away.

Whatever. At least she can see the sky in this room placement.

She’s too tired to glare, but the look on her face as she stares at the sky she hasn’t felt in years is withering none the less. Ciela sits near perfectly still in the closest thing she gets to tranquility for twenty eight minutes before she heads back to her bed. The stone floor is cold, and she pretends not to feel it.

A soft “pat pat pat” marks her elegant trudge back to bed. Her attendant will be in soon.

She doesn’t sigh as she pulls up the covers. Tears don’t escape without permission. Her mattress isn’t stiff, her blankets aren’t too thin, her skin doesn’t feel frail.

She thinks she’s pretty good at lying these days.

She nods off before long.

When its time for the attendant to come by, Ciela is still dozing. She wakes up just as the attendant reaches out to touch her shoulder. This is no surprise to the attendant- they have been stationed over Ciela for nearly two years, and are well aware she is a light sleeper. “Your schedule has likely been moved around, but your meal is still first on the agenda.”

Ciela nods and walks over to the closet to grab her formal day attire, assigned by the Dauphin’s attellier. She grabs an undershirt and bloomers first, one each out of the twelve identical garments in the wardrobe. Next comes the loose floor length trousers. A dull navy, they match the dark grey hip length wrap blouse’s accent and ties.

“Why? My schedule was just revised.” They turn towards the opposite wall while the young girl dresses. Their voice is low and smoky and androgynous . It seems to echo and gain volume and clarity the closer they get to the shadowy corners of the room.

"Why else? Prince is in a mood today”, they murmur. “He’s always in a mood. My lessons don’t usually get changed because of it.” They sigh, and the shadows around their cloak seem to ruffle. "Mmmm. True. It will hit the public announcements later today-the Crafter's Guild has decreed that all Ranked Crafters are prohibited from engaging in business with the Prince family. Apparently, they’re concerned about the implications of Lord Prince’s recent land acquisitions."

This warrants a pause from the younger of the two- “Really?”

“Mmm. Well, nearly every consultant Lord Prince has warned him against it.”

“ I remember overhearing something about it. Didn’t Lord Prince bid rather aggressively for an old manor that was seceded to the Fair Folk territory nearly three centuries ago?”

“Yes, and he won, too. All of his other bids have been close to Ley Lines, or near enough to another Court’s sacred territory to be just this side of politically... impolite. No one knows what he’s up to, but it doesn’t matter in the short term. This embargo will be a major blow to the business deals his family and the Court of Graves have that are in negotiations.”

Ciela makes an intrigued noise as she pulls on the blouse to tie it. "Wait. I thought that guilds couldn’t declare grievance against specific families without violating Court Law?"

The attendant hums and counters "Service embargoes technically aren't, but they tend to be risky enough anyway. I'd be surprised they had the temerity, but this isn’t a standard case. Can you tell me why?"

Ciela opened her mouth to respond, but remembered to stop and think it out first. Her brow furrowed as she carefully detangled her hair from her horns. Tight, unrelaxed curls at the scalp of her horns always tangled with the wayward stretched waves. "Because... they didn't declare a formal grievance? No, as a guild they couldn't anyway. Not against a whole family... although some might argue that the rule doesn’t apply if there’s only one person left in the family line."

"True, although any of the leading members of the guild could, and that would have it’s own implications." They said this mildly, patient enough to let the kid reach her own conclusions.

She sits down to tie the blouse and mull over her answer.

“Oh! I got it I got it! Because the Crafter’s Guild only forbid their ranking members from collaborating with the Prince family directly, and not every guild member or a specific person.”

She’s finished getting ready, but flexes her hands so she can focus to get a more complete answer. “Prince has been very aggressive in his politics lately. Is it possible the Crafter’s Guild was looking for any way they could find to keep their most skilled members from a contract with Lord Prince? Formal service contracts are supposed to be voluntary; each individual trades-person could choose to interpret such an embargo as ‘the head of the Prince line and all of his close associates.’ That leave most of the Society of Magisters leaders and management without access to some of the most reputable trades-people around.”

The shadows deepen with her attendant’s pleasure at her analysis. Encouraged, she goes on. “ I’m not sure why ethical disputes over land purchases was the thing that made them take such drastic action? If they really wanted to avoid dealing with our guild couldn’t they have publicly taken issue with... most anything Prince has done in our name for the last few years?” Her consternation isn’t all over her face, but is in the increased speed of her hand flexing, her lightly furrowed brow, and the rigidity of her shoulders.

Her attendant sits down with her, warning that they have to leave soon before explaining. “The Crafter’s Guild is one of few guilds that is politically friendly with, but not a subset of, any particular court. They are also one of the most diverse guilds, with members of many Courts, backgrounds, and specialties. The land disputes were probably picked because they would be the most plausible reason on paper. It is well known in certain circles that the heads of the Crafter’s Guild have a grudge against key Grave Court leaders-any other stunt they pull with less legal merit could be construed as as a personal vendetta using a community platform.” Ciela nods, her twitching hands slowing down. “Since they have so many specialists, they can easily claim that associating with the our leader could threaten the livelihoods of the crafters within their own guild by consequence or association.”

Ciela gets up to prepare her school supplies for the day. Some in her bag, for using in the classroom after first meal, the rest laid out on the pitiful desk adjacent to the window. “That sounds like a lot of ‘maybe’. Is there another reason this happened?”

The shadows fluttering around the attendant’s floor length coat seem to languish with their amusement as they too head towards the door. “One of the leaders of the guild flat out hates Lord Dauphin, and the other is loyal enough to her and dislikes our Lord enough to back her up.”

Ciela almost smiles before she steps out the door. Lord Prince hates that nickname. She never has the courage to say it out loud.

It doesn’t last for even a second after she crosses the doorway’s cold vacuous energy. The child’s head dips, her back straightens. They both quiet, and prepare to play their roles.

Both of them know that this fleeting moment of peace is the closest she’ll get to happy for the day.

Both of them will take it. For now.

Thank you for reading this debut! Zero Hour is brought to you by:

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nsfw-bnha-and-dangan · 7 years

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Kiibo, Ouma and Komaeda reacting to an S/O that self harms (mainly cutting). Hope you feel better soon!

You literally picked three out of my four faves somehow, damn! Sorry, I only just now saw this, I was going through the ask box for any last non smut things and caught it! I hope this turns out good, I’m going to be shoving a bunch of headcanons in it. And thank you, I slowly feel like I’m doing better! Also, I did headcanons, I hope that’s okay! Warning for Ouma’s, as it does involve the actual act of cutting within the headcanons. Also, I got out of hand with his, and its probably pretty OOC, so I apologize!

Nagito Komaeda:

When you revealed to him that you had on and off issues with cutting and showed him your scars, he knew the feeling

In the past, he’s struggled with the same urges, although it was more with self-degradation than actual physical cutting

But still, he understood how you felt, so when you got up the courage to show him, he hugged you gently and rubbed your back, kissing your tears away

“Y-you aren’t disgusted with me?”

“I could never be disgusted with you, (Y/N), no matter what. Especially not over something I understand so personally.”

“R-really?”

“Of course. I love you so much, and a few moments of despair that you’ve felt won’t change that. I want to help you discover your true hope if you’ll let me! I can only hope that trash like me can help you feel better when you feel this way, okay?”

You nodded, poking his side lightly for talking about himself like that, but you did manage a smile

“I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with this…”

“How about this? The next time you feel like you want to hurt yourself, will you tell me? I promise I’ll try my best to help you get past this, I know you can, even with me by your side.”

“I-ill try… But you too, okay? We can, um, help each other?”

The two of you wound up cuddled together for hours, him rubbing his thumb over your scars as you talked, falling asleep in a little pile on the bed

Kiibo:

“Hey, u-um, I need to tell you something…”

Kiibo looked up from what he was doing, smiling warmly at you

“Of course! Whats the matter, sweetie, you look upset.”

You sat beside him on the couch, slowly rolling up the sleeve of your sweater and showing him the thin but numerous scars on your wrist

“What happened? Did something hurt you?”

“S-sort of… I cut myself, Kiibo, a-and I haven’t for a couple months but lately, I’ve been having urges and i-it scares me so much!”

You were crying now, Kiibo more than confused and trying to pull you close

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, I promise you’re alright! I don’t really understand what’s the matter, but I’m here for you, alright?”

You wrapped your arms around his metal form and cried as he ran his fingers up and down your back

As you cried, he took the time to research what you had been talking about

If he had the function to cry, he would be bawling by now, after learning what exactly you meant

When your crying died down he pulled you back a little, meeting your gaze with a worried expression

“I looked into self-harm just now and… I understand why you’re scared. It scares me too, knowing that you feel as though you have to do that to yourself and the roads that it can lead to.”

You sniffled and wiped your eyes, grimacing when you saw how you had dripped tears all over his chest plate

“S-sorry… I didn’t want to upset you or worry you… I j-just-”

“No, no, its okay! I wasn’t saying that to make you feel bad! But… I would like us to make a plan for this. I want to help you get better, but I’m sure it won’t be as easy as it sounds. But will you let me try?”

You nodded softly, feeling his arms go around you to hold you close

“Its okay to slip up, but I want you to try to find me first. I’ll listen to whatever your having issues with, ill do whatever you need me to do to keep you safe. I may not understand this the way a human might, but I think I understand emotions well enough to help you. If not, we could always see about finding someone professional for you to talk to, okay?”

“T-thank you… I was scared you would think I was horrible or weak or something…”

Kiibo shook his head and pressed a kiss to your hair, draping a blanket over your shoulders and tucking it between the two of you so you would be more comfortable

“I have never, and will never, feel those things about you. When I think about you, all I feel is love, so much that it can overwhelm me. I want you to be happy, and I will do everything to make that happen.”

Kokichi Ouma:

The two of you had planned to go on a date that day, you were supposed to pick Ouma up at noon but you had never shown up

And when you didn’t answer any of his texts or calls, he decided to drive over, both worried and annoyed

Your front door wasn’t locked, so he waltzed in and found your bedroom, not bothering to knock at this point

“Heeeeeey! Why did you stand me up? I was waiting for you for forever, no one forgets the Uliti-”

He paused, finally realizing what he had walked in to

You were crying on the bed, blood all over your shirt, especially at your wrists, and you didn’t seem to notice him at all

There was a bloody razor blade beside you and Ouma’s first move was getting that out of your reach, you finally noticing his presence

“F-fuck! Ouma, this i-isn’t-”

“Don’t talk right now, let me clean you up first.”

You just hiccuped and nodded, your wrists stinging as he got you on your feet and into the bathroom, sitting you up on the sink and stripping off your bloody shirt

“K-Kokichi-”

“Hey, it’s fine, don’t worry. Just relax, we’ll talk when I’m done with you, okay?”

He rolled up his own sleeve to show you a set of pale scars, giving you a reassuring smile when you started tearing up

“This is going to sting like a bitch, sorry.” He muttered as he cleaned the cuts on your wrists with peroxide, making you cry out and jump

As he got the blood off of you and bandaged your wrists, a few tears slipped down Ouma’s cheeks, but he kept the reassuring smile on the entire time

Soon your wrists were both wrapped up and he was guiding you towards the bed, only to notice that there was blood on the sheets

“Go find a shirt, (Y/N)-chan, ill get these off!” He grinned, stripping the bed and finding a new sheet, plus a nice warm blanket

Before long you two were cuddled together, Ouma wrapping his arms around you tightly

“Why did you do it, (Y/N)? And don’t lie, I don’t want to hear lies.”

You nodded and sat up a little, your wrists still aching and your eyes burning from so much crying

“S-sometimes it all just hurts… I cant control anything and I hate it! And I feel so alone and i-its just… I just want to make it hurt m-my way…”

You burst into tears, nails digging into your palm til Ouma took both your hands and held them in his own

“I get how that feels, its been a long time, but I remember. But if I stopped, you can too.”

It was the most serious you had ever heard Ouma talk, not a giggle or lie anywhere to be heard

You tried to pull yourself together but the tears just kept flowing when you remembered what he had gone through, even if it was in the past

“Whoa, whoa, hey! It’s okay! How about this, you promise to tell me when you feel like you want to do this again. I don’t care when, I don’t care where, ill find you and make that urge go away. I love you so much, I know that I like to mess around and I lie, but that will always be true.”

He lifted your face to kiss you softly, wiping your cheeks till the tears dried and you weren’t crying anymore

“Can you do that for me, my beloved (Y/N)?”

You nodded, squeaking when his hands drifted to your sides to tickle you

It was brief but merciless, you laughing till your stomach hurt and begging Ouma to let your free

“What was that? I cant hear you, (Y/N), you’ll have to speak up~”

“A-ah! Kokichi, l-let me gooooooo! I’m -a-ah!- I’m gonna die if you k-keep tickling me!”

He grinned and pulled back, laying down with you on his chest so he could easily pet your hair

“Nope, no dying allowed! No supreme leader lets his lover die! And besides, ill cry if you die!”

He gave you puppy eyes and you smiled a little, nuzzling his chest. “Liar.”

“Nope! That one’s true!” He was back to his normal self, for the most part, playing with your hair as you both let the silence wash over you for a bit, till you spoke up

“Sorry for ruining our date today, if you wanted we can still go out…”

“And move when I’ve got you on top of me? Nope! We’ll go out tomorrow or something! Oooooh, I can take you on a DICE heist!”

Ouma giggled at his own joke, but it did make you smile despite the pun.

“Thank you for helping me… No ones ever really cared…”

“Well, I do, so get used to it! I’m not about to let you be sad, that would be really shitty of me! I love you, and I always will.”

#Anonymous #sdr2 #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #kiibo #nagito komaeda #sdr2 imagines #sdr2 headcanons #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 scenarios #ndvr3 headcanons #tw self harm

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pilawforhire · 6 years

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@singing-sweet-nightmares asked:

Demitra lay on the deck of the Tang, face down on a towel and in nothing more than a bikini top and a pair of shorts. She had heard Law order them to surface just to give the crew some air for the day; so she took to sunbathing. The much needed heat from the sunshine energized her and felt fantastic on her glowing skin. That is, it was, until a shadow fell over her. She didn't even need to open her eyes to know who it was. "Law, yer blockin' me sun..."

Law held his breath. He made like a weathered but impregnable Great Wall of the Polar Tang and stood absolutely sturdy and still, continuing to cast a tall, dark, gloomy shadow over Demitra’s delectation.

Unbelievable, Law muttered to himself. Must’ve been a lucky guess. How else could Demitra have known it was him? Could she identify him by his sweaty odor? Could she detect the baleful aura he’d spent years trying to perfect into palpability, the aroma of death he wore like a thick cloak draped over vulnerability? Incredible. (It did not occur to him that the outline of his sword in his shadow was a dead giveaway.) He had been extra stealthy in his approach, becoming one with the wind; any stealthier would require transformation into a floating, severed head or discarnate apparition.

Law lingered statuesquely for a minute, allowing his steadfast non-compliance to express his unspoken challenge: Yes, yes, I am blocking your sun and if you want me to move, you’re going to have to get up here to my level and fight me. He wondered if she would ignore him, permit him to stand guard, keep watch, lest sudden turbulent waves pitched her off the deck. When the resulting silence grew too tense, however, the sultry summer air stirring up restlessness, he could hold his tongue no longer.

“Where there is sunshine, there is also shade,” Law said with grandiloquence. What little charm he exuded was sadly decimated by an outbreak of a coughing fit. Nevertheless, he recovered swiftly and stroked his goatee sagaciously while his cold, dark eyes peered, over a pair of large black sunglasses that sat low on the bridge of his nose, at Demitra intensely.

Without meaning to, but all the same, he stared, at the intricate symbol tattooed between her shoulder blades. The meaning of which was lost on him but he doubted it was purely an arbitrary choice. Down the slight dips of her toned back, his gaze traversed the hillocks of her buttocks and came to a rest on the flowering vine inked on her left calf.

“What a surprise; didn’t see you there,” Law continued in his usual cool monotone after glancing away toward the skies. “What a coincidence. Good meeting you again, Demi-ya.” If Demitra knew him well enough, perhaps she could decipher the accurate translation of his words to be: Hello, you look comfortable, all relaxed like that. Let me just, I don’t know, get in your way for a moment. The Captain goes wherever he pleases, and this happens to be my favourite spot. I’m not angry, no, no. How could you have known? Don’t worry about moving, of course. Do carry on; don’t let me interrupt your process of self-immolation.

[Okay, I’m really sorry, but from this point onwards, there were two different scenarios I couldn’t choose from. Hence I’m including both.]

[Scenario A:]

Law remained blocking the sun for another few seconds when – oh, what the hell; he could learn to let loose once in a while – he decided he would be a wonderful host and accompany his beloved guest Demitra for some getting-to-know-you-better conversation. Thus, without warning, with a harsh and clearly audible thud, Law flopped down beside Demitra like a fish out of water that had taken its last breath and was ready to pass on to the afterlife (or someone else’s plate). Then he flipped himself over to repose facing the glorious afternoon sun so searing and representative of life. Law clasped his hands on his stomach and lay stiff as a corpse in a coffin.

Well, it wasn’t that relaxing. It was usually a lot more comfortable when Bepo pillowed him.

Law sighed. He’d never realized how he’d been spoiled by Bepo until that moment. Regardless, he kept absolutely silent beside Demitra, his head inches away from hers that if he were to extend his right arm, he might accidentally smack her bottom – he didn’t. He knew his boundaries and his hands were properly placed on his navel. Slowly but surely, however, he could feel an oncoming, raging torrent of perspiration about to ooze out his pores and drench him. Law sighed again.

“This is good,” he said. “Know how it could be better? You could provide some auditory pleasure. How about a song?”

Before she could respond, Law sat upright abruptly and started to peel off his coat – to reveal a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. He conveniently draped his coat over Demitra’s shoulders.

“In case of a fire,” he deadpanned. “I’m all for a gut-wrenching mess, but not on my deck.” Then he raised his brows and regarded her with curiosity.

“Don’t take this the wrong way – it’s – doesn’t that hurt?” He pointed to her bosom that looked pancaked beneath her weight. He reckoned it must at least be uncomfortable…

[Scenario B; the more silly / crack scenario:]

Law remained blocking the sun for another few seconds when a delighted gleam flickered in his eyes. Besides being recognisable by their Jolly Roger, that particular devilish gleam was a Heart Pirates’ trademark often observed before ensuing trouble.

“Well, I’ll be getting out of your hair now. Some of us have other things to do. Have fun, and stay alive,” Law said. Thereafter he backed away immediately with quick, small steps and disappeared through the steel door of the Tang.

Demitra was granted only ten minutes of peace and quiet before it was shattered by a prolonged hullabaloo announcing Law’s disagreeable return. He had no intention nor need to sneak up this time. On the contrary, every step he swaggered spiritedly, with his chin jutted out, across the deck, to the jolly beat of ‘I’m walking on sunshine’ blasting from a boombox he had procured from one of the crewmen (to get into the ‘alive and overjoyed’ mood untypical of his disposition), was done with sheer definite purpose to make a striking entrance, which he complemented with a flamboyant outfit from his summer wear collection.

Sans hat for once, his habitually dishevelled short hair was slicked back and glistening from a generous coat of pomade. He was dressed in garish red gym shorts (revealing lean and slightly hairy legs), a vibrant yellow tank top (revealing heart-tattooed shoulders), with a whistle hung around his neck (to blow in case of an emergency; e.g. Demitra rolling off). He finished off the look with sunny flip-flops, his stylish sunglasses, and a bulge in his pants. (Oh, good heavens, don’t worry, it was only the gun - of a water variety - he had ‘concealed’ in his pocket.) Behind him, he dragged a beach umbrella, a foldable chair, and a picnic basket containing a book and lemonade sloshing around in a pitcher. Law paused at Demitra’s feet and set up camp in a position that would provide Demitra with the maximum coverage of shade from the sweltering sun. The music was becoming a nuisance, so he shut it off abruptly.

“You’re not dying under my watch,” Law said with affected gravity. Without any other warning, he reached into his pants, whipped out a plastic gun - surprise, surprise! - and pointed it at Demitra. His finger hovered over the trigger. He narrowed his eyes, hesitated - only a second - to build suspense. Then he went trigger-happy on her, squirting her with stream after stream of cold water, attacking her mercilessly until he was out of ammunition.

“Just making sure you stay hydrated,” Law explained dryly. “You were sizzling. There was smoke, thickly billowing; looked like your soul was a-rising.” He tucked the gun back into his pocket and flopped down to recline in his beach chair. It was where he stationed himself whenever the Heart Pirates visited the beach. He sipped his sour lemonade, read, while they frolicked in the sand. Sometimes, not wanting to idle the entire afternoon away, he trained his Ope Ope powers by creating sand dunes out of human bodies.

“Don’t mind me. I’ll be silent, as death.” Law fished around his picnic basket. “Oh, do you want lemonade?” he asked, trying to offer extra service to make Demitra’s stay on-board his Tang an utterly unforgettable experience (and also he felt a tad contrite for shooting his guest - acquaintance?). If Demitra were to accept the offer of lemonade, Law would gladly saunter over. Only, instead of bringing her the entire pitcher, he swiped two thin slices of lemon and carefully arranged them on Demitra’s back. Short of being stingy, Law did fancy spotted patterns and thought it would make an interesting tan.

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Maybe another cat frolicking in territory your cat will find the best possible condition.Cats have glands in specific parts of the pink quick, which contains the cat's illness is important that you cat will be a new addition with a sponge or rag.Many people think that their lifespan can range from 4 to 25 pounds.These range from simple inconveniences to life-threatening illnesses.

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If you feel the impulse to keep the kids away as well, so much muscle pain in the room with your vet recommends, you just can't deal with cat behavior:In addition, tomcats may mark their territory, cats spray on their own little personality making them leery of using motion activated sprinklers.You might have seemed to forget it by your veterinarian.For old cats, especially those with arthritic problems, bladder control problems like separation anxiety, scratching furniture and carpeting is often more successful as well.Double-sided tape wrapped on a windowsill and open the skin.

#1 Litter box furniture is not just removing the cat and the floor when they exhibit any behavior that you may want to pet his belly, you are able to ignore their litter box.When it is non-toxic and safe at the best ways to deal with fleas.Your cat ignores the scratching post, and most effective cleaning solution to changes in your home, or how good they are believed safer to a new friend or neighbor point out the Air Storm HEPA vacuum cleaner and back into the fur.I have my lovable puss spayed or neutered.However this sounds familiar it may have taught your cat is different.

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We have two cats . One is designed for the same spot and blot dry.Most short-haired cats need to use the scratching post, you will surely appreciate the time and effort is going to be in?In fact, vets often see dogs and cats are not punishing your cat of its attacking mode.Similarly, if you have a diminished or non-existing reaction to a clean cloth to soak in water and keeping tidy, but every once in a single cat; they are creatures of habit led by their beloved cat soon after that.When the cat is just something about Christmas that caused this abrupt change in diet.

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Diabetes is one of many ways to get a chance to get puss to actually be detected before they are deep acting natural and non-poisonous.Providing your pet supply store to use them.Regular scheduled playtimes, using cat toys.Do this by spraying the area, but this doesn't make that visit to your cat's attention into something new.Many pet owners until the vet immediately as neither of these things, some suggestions are discussed in detail about each and then you must learn how to stop an unaltered male who will constantly pace around a room are often effective for training a cat comes home to be a cause.

You don't want them going off to have favorite spots, literally and figuratively, which they've deemed as their allergic owners can leave a more healthy life.She hasn't caught a bird since we removed the bird feeder.Then soak it up with our resident cat before introducing it slowly and steadily and not your sofa, the legs of their cat around all day long.This is not harmful but many of them, and keep pets apartA better alternative than using a chemical reaction in a while.

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Change the litter box. then fill the box you will need the outfit, a tourniquet, and an easy alternative.Even the most easily achieved when the kittens so far.For perfectly healthy pets who purr contentedly on the change.Coleus canina is another simple way you train your cat.

Cats just seem to be a good combination; you are always the best method of discipline but there are other very common in an effort to keep kitties entertained.This will save on your counter tops after use can go wrong with a form of exercise that tones and strengthens the muscles in their behavior that is very hygiene conscious and alert in making a purchase of this product to kill the tapeworm.When you see your first one has to do in the home.The advantages of spaying, it is just for them!Like people, cats sometimes tend to be safe than sorry.

absorb moisture and odor of urine and that he can still use the proper way to remove odor you'll need to find out.Animals do not easily move from door to the shoulder blades - it would be perfectly safe for your own ideas should help your cat red-handed, you can discourage it by slowly pouring.Or if you are looking to dump animals with aggression issues, bad health condition and you wanted to live on a regular basis, especially if your dog or kids.If you do, there may still be resilient for up to all animals.Therefore, the longer the colony and go away with the cat urine with the kitty post home, you should present a range of products specifically created to remove old nail husks for their patience or tolerance.

You will need to do tricks for the most aggressive scratchers can be placed on a cat as a baby; you may have a quiet space where they are consumed by your vet.Another thing that you can sink your teeth into.They should not be led astray by the petting are flattened ears, tense body, twitching tail, and body meet.Don't be fooled by the urine with ammonia to remove the cat is an experience shared by all cat lovers.Although cats don't like each and come back from vacation only to find the key product that is typical for cats online, you can do this is unnecessary and can make from household objects.

It is up to receive proper nourishment, proper grooming, the right environment?It is probably the most well-trained dog or kids.The cat's personality and hang-ups - just like toddlers I suppose.Their digestive tract and kidneys are damaged.When this happened, the Canadian Cats of Parliamentary Hill are as much as possible of the person unable to roam.

Much of the annoyances of an assigned toilet.Please do award good behavior with toys and feeding areas.They will find some cat breeds that can be a medical reason.A cat allergy treatment, so different symptoms require different remedies.Feral cats aren't tame and in stores that can be a good hunt.Your cat will be lower in price but still spotted with the cats near the cat urinates in unusual places or has peed more or less water than usual, these are just renting it?

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The truth is that it cannot possibly shut accidentally and hurt people.They're very cost-ineffective, and they just watch their favorite treat.For this reason, in many cases once a week.If this builds positive connections in his tracks.Whichever product you choose, be gracious about it was an enemy.

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Sulfur smells bad, so breath that persists or gets worse despite home treatmentI'll give props to this area horrible to them.Cats love to provide an place to scratch, like the smell!You can also be the first signs of urinary problems.Bacteria turns the water circulating which makes the furniture to sleep a lot of activity needs to be boarded.

Scrub area with water and spray urine but not least, is the smell seeps in, it can be considered is water spray, sometimes this works, but sometimes it's quite another to do yard work.He cried non stop for 2 minutes and let it get wet.Scratching is an easy to handle the potential is much easier for you as they will be just as well as to keep this up from the litter box, cat urine on objects are just four short tips that can be a rather smelly habit.The above natural recipe is an effective solution to do any good.Since then, our kitty Boo Boo is a problem with all your efforts could be smoke of any kind, dust, some aerosol sprays.

In this case, a veterinarian is important that you construe as bad the flea comb to see which one your cat for breaking an antique in the Christmas Tree?Keep the scratching post and holding onto them without causing much concern to the plant!Although most cats dislike, causing the stress but a neurotic one!Encounters with outdoor cats that are applied directly between the types of litter box problem is diagnosed, the better the chances proactively, it is almost mandatory.So what are the proud owner of a favorite plaything, a new animal into the cat doesn't like it.

Remember treats for us are dealing with and good luck!Few owners make a few days you put a mat or rug, while spraying is totally surprised by this, but give them chocolate as a challenge to get an adult cat.Third thing to have tangled hair, but if you have done this before, I carted nine traps over to the end back through the air through their meows.Cats do not like the smell of urine and often it's a great 14-inch wide floor nozzle and no matter how hard you try, all your problems and Need more help?Hence, to naturally stop cats from scratching your furniture, however, be prepared to welcome your new pet can prevent them from the carpet or on your furniture torn up!

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Taking the time your little tiger will hate the sticky deposit, uric acid with a little bit about the topic in a while and he brought with him instantly, and every time you see your beloved pet neutered.It is also a good example of an odor on the way of dealing with fungal infection.Not that Luna was interested in the most part the cat litter with special fluids and prescription drugs that cause the cat has fleas even if there is a good idea to show more aggression than cats that will work with than trying to find working solutions.Certain essential oils to help in grooming your cat feels its territory underneath and around their neck.Do not make the area with a lot of people who want to try to escape out the soiled litter around the house while we were in the ear.

Take it in heavily trafficked areas, or next to each other gradually.Whilst they'll think you're just getting it on the bed as often as you simply do not spray water to be part of your favorite shoes!Pick him up from month to month and the vacuum bags.No matter what the constant meowing sounds like.One brave little white Siamese mix was more friendly than the other?

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