#he was like 'ah yes i see your intentions i can't let you die'

[mettywiththenotes]

Realizing that the fist bump wasn't just a shounen-classic of symbolic acknowledgement between two enemies but also an alternative to holding hands because they tried that, couldn't do it and Izuku's arms decayed

If you look back at the pages in 423, the vestiges are clearly already coming at AFO with their fists closed, ready to punch, while Tomura comes straight out of the gate with an open-handed attack to kill AFO

At the point of contact, we don't know whether his hand is closed or open, but in the next moment, we see it is closed and pressed against Izuku's, meaning that they met in the middle once AFO disappeared

Which could mean 1) Tomura switched to a fist as he hit AFO so he could just fall back on the fistbump or 2) he switched from an open-handed attack to a loose fist within seconds of killing AFO so he didn't decay Izuku again

Either way, I believe this means that no matter what the action was, Tomura did not want to decay Izuku again. Actually, there is a great chance that he chose a fist because it was one of the only ways in that moment where they could make a physical connection and he wouldn't have to bring Izuku down with them

I need you to understand how amazing it is that Tomura actively CHOSE to bring AFO down with him as soon as he could and, at the same time, within seconds, prevent Izuku from dying while still reaching out in his own way so he could make that physical connection again for the last time

From this (Izuku to Tenko)

To this (Tomura to Izuku)

And this along with his last words? Smiling at Izuku and telling him to do his best? Believing he himself had no future but pretty much leaving the future to Izuku?? "It depends on what you do from now on"??? Literally what the hell Horikoshi

[livelaughlovesubs]

Yandere fyodor

Dom!Reader x sub!fyodor

Nini!rant: Pretty sfw tbh, the ask was Fyodor getting pinned down by reader. Him not being able to concentrate cuz he liked the view of us on top too much.

Thud, a loud noise echoed through the dimly lit room. A low groan following shortly after, “ugh-” it was painful, his head crashed against the floor so harshly. Before he could compose himself, he felt the control of his body slipping from him. Someone was holding his wrists above his head, preventing him from escaping. You were the one who restricted him, you, his love of his life.

Ah..what a magnificent view, your firm hands holding his delicate body down, the closeness of your two bodies causing him to feel your heat. Fyodor could feel a sudden blood rush course through his veins, eyes melting at the view of you hovering above him. One of your legs landed between his legs, causing him to shiver every so slightly. Bottom lips trembling in anticipation, eagerly awaiting your next movements. He was just so smitten with you. Your scent, the warmth radiating from you, the painful ache on his wrists… too good to be true. Finally you were reacting to his antics, he has been pursuing you forever~

Heavy panting as he furrowed his brows, body shaking slightly while he admired you. So hot, so cool, so sexy, so handsome, so pretty so- addicting oh he could write an entire book about you, and make it a series. It was so worth it to kill your enemies, this was heaven, a blessing from above. He wanted to be yours, he wanted you to own him and no one else. Oh god, out of all those people, you choose him. So now he belongs to you, you can't have anyone else but him, don't give your attention to anyone else, he is yours just as how you are his now. Take responsibility, take care of him you have to it's only fair!

Tausends of thoughts are pestering his brain, he was thinking about all the possible scenarios that could happen now. Just the sight of you on top was enough to make him hard, bottom lips trembling as his body shuddered. I love you, I love you, I love you so much, please, l'm yours, please, don't you see? I'm the only one who can make you happy, I can make you feel so good, please I love you, it's hurts so bad I want you, I need you, I'd do anything one chance one chance one chance oh please!'

Hectic and sanity breaking thoughts were filling his head, he wasn't by his right mind, there was no way he was. Everything you said falling on deaf ears, just watching your angry expression was getting him hot. He was so close, normally he only got to watch you from a distance but now you were touching him even. Oh please, please! To die at your hands, that sounds like a gift from the heavens. Please die for him, he wants to keep you with him forever. You claimed him, you took him and now you own him. It's all your fault that he is like this, it's your fault, yours only yours. If only you weren't so enticing, if only you didn't put a spell on him and his body. Just please let him be yours, acknowledge his love for you~!

"Fyodor, fyodor! Fuck, you aren't even listening. Get of your high horse, you disgusting rat. I have to beat some fucking manners into that brain of yours don't I?" You were so furious, why did he have to annoy you so much, getting on your nerves at every opportunity. The grip tightened unknowingly to you, all while grinding your teeth furiously. He got snapped out of his thoughts, but the gaze he wore soon returned to his previous revolting one, “Yes, please do… hit me all you want, I crave it.” Now you were the one who was shocked, taken aback by this sudden confession. “What?” This was rather a question you mumbled to yourself, but he answered you anyway, “i belong to you, you own me, it’s only fair that I’m obedient.” his voice was weirdly sweet, as if he was cooing at you, though it was by no means pleasant. Never would you have guessed that this was his intention from the very start, even if it was obvious. Because now that you think about it, it made sense, especially those fierce eyes he had, the way he looked at you with an emotion strong enough to make you have goosebumps. “You- you are sick.” You said, a wave of nausea hit you while you let go of him. This was sick, truly, it was off putting and any other synonyms you couldn’t think of right now. The man in front of you sit up, those violet pupils staring into yours with twisted desires hidden behind them. He used a gentle yet menacing tone as one line after another spilled from his lips, “Come on, didn’t you want to make me pay? Do whatever you wish, I am yours after all.”

[thechaoticdruid]

[This Bites] (2)

Astarion x Chubby Female MC

Content/Warnings: Winnie freaks the fuck out. Astarion gets an owie. Asshole Brian strikes again. Nothing really crazy in this chapter.

Chapter One: Here it is.

Chapter Two: You are here.

Chapter Three: Lets goooo!

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Winnie fell back with a shriek as the vampire reached out, touching the other side of the screen. 

“Ah….Well that's not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.” He muttered as Winnie continued to stare in shock and disbelief, mouth agape.  “Hello?”

“I have got to be dreaming. This is insane.“ Winnie looked back at the screen before then putting her hand back on the mousepad and attempting to click on Astarion. 

“Hey! Quit that!” He said, swatting the mouse away from him. “I can see how this may be a little overwhelming, but I'll explain everything in a moment. I just need you to do something for me.”

“I’m not sure if I should be listening to you. You just murdered Tav!” 

“Don’t worry about them. They die all the time! They're used to it.” He said in an all too cheerful tone. “I, however, need your help. I'm trapped in this place and you're the only one who can free me.” 

“Still not sure if I should trust a hallucination…”

“Oh for gods sake I'm not a hallucination! I'm as real as you are. Don't believe me? Put your hand against mine. See what happens.” Astarion stared at her intently, keeping his palm pressed against the screen. Winnie paused, thinking it over.

Well It's not actually real after all, right? Probably just a dream…

Finally she placed her hand against his over the screen. For a moment there was no reaction, but then she felt a zapping pain in her hand as if she'd been shocked. Winnie let out a yelp, her hand about to retreat before Astarion phased through the screen and grabbed hold of her wrist. The female jerked back in fear, pulling the vampire out in the process. She fell back and let out a squeak as the male fell on top of her. 

Pink tinted her face as she felt his chiseled muscular physique pressing down upon her much more soft round squishy one. Her mind was flying, filled with shock, concern, disbelief, and a little arousal….

AHHHH IT'S REAL. THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO!!?!

I….I think I'm gonna faint!

“Finally.” Astarion grinned before getting off of the flustered girl. He breathed out, clenching and unclenching his fists as Winnie noticed his fingernails had become more claw-like now that he was outside of her computer. It was so nonsensical that this was even happening. This was a character out of a video game. How in the actual fucking hell was he standing right here?!

“Thank you. It feels like I've been stuck in a time loop for gods know how long.” The silver haired elf looked around her room, a look of pure glee plastered over his face.

“I'm sorry I'm trying to process this all without completely flipping out…” Winnie said, still rather shaken up. “You're a fictional character, you can't physically be here!”

“Well I am. Though if I'm honest everything up until about three days had ago felt rather trance-like. Like I had just woken up from a reoccurring dream.”

“Three days ago? Shit…” An idea began to form in Winnie's mind. Three days prior was when she installed that cheat mod and the game locked her out. What if somehow that was the cause of this!?

“I tried to snap the others out of it, but they were still stuck in the same routine, like some mindless thralls forced to repeat the same journey over and over!” Astarion made a spinning gesture with his hand before rubbing his temple with a sigh.

“None of them seemed phased in the slightest when I tried to speak to them. Not even a good slap did the trick.” Astarion smirked with a hint of mischief, the memory of slapping Gale repeatedly and yelling ‘WAKE UP’ coming to mind.  “So I had to get your attention.” 

“So you messed with my computer?” Winnie glanced back at her laptop.

“The little box portal thing you pulled me through? Yes.” He nodded. 

“And how did you even know about me?”

“You act as though we’ve never met, lover.~” His tone suddenly turned flirty and seductive. “Falling in love with you over and over was one of the few things that didn't grow old. Well that and murdering Cazador of course.” He chuckled with a smile.

“Oh…Well maybe I am just dreaming or hallucinating.” Winnie muttered under her breath. 

“I’ve been able to tell you were there the entire time, darling. That little portal thing of yours goes both ways.”

“You've been able to see me through the screen this whole time!?” Winnie bit her lip, fearful and a bit embarrassed of what he possibly could have seen.

“See and hear, yes. Although you always looked fuzzy from my end. Tav does resemble you a little bit, but you're much more….” His eyes scanned Winnie over, taking in her shape and stature. The girl was quite short, about five feet and three inches. She had short messy brown locks and dark circles under her chocolate brown eyes. A pair of black round glasses framed her round face. Her body was chubby and stocky and her only redeeming quality it had (in her opinion) were her large round breasts. “Voluptuous…” He finished after getting a good look at her.  Despite the meaning of the word Winnie immediately wrote him off as bullshitting as usual. She had played the game enough to know how he was.  

“But it is rather delightful to finally meet you in person. Honestly it feels like we've known each other for years.” 

“Alright…..I'll accept that you're actually sentient. And that everytime I go through the game you can see all my choices....” Winnie said, still coming to terms with the fact that a fucking fictional vampire  just came out of her computer.  “So…What happens now?”

“I see what this new world has to offer, I suppose.” Astarion let out a sigh, “I feel so much stronger here. Like I could do anything I want.” He grinned. Winnie felt very unnerved. He had this somewhat feral look in his eyes and before she could say anything he walked over towards her window like a dumbass only to let out a yell once the sunlight touched him. 

“Ah! Bloody hells!” He hissed before rushing to hide under her nightstand like a cat.

“The fuck are you doing!?” Winnie said before rushing over to shut the curtains. “Did you suddenly think you'd become invincible!?” 

“I assumed I was still under the tadpole’s protection, but it seems I was wrong…” Astarion said with a wince. His face looked a bit singed, Winnie knelt down by the table to look at him. 

“Hold on, I'll be right back.” She said before getting up and leaving her room. She rushed down into the kitchen, opening the medicine cabinet before grabbing some aloe vera ointment. 

Winnie eventually returned to see Astarion crawling out from the table. “Stay still. This is probably going to feel cold.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just patching you up, now hold still.” She unscrewed the lid off the ointment before dabbing some on her fingers and rubbing it over his burns gently. He winced a bit as she rubbed it in over the burns on his face, but eventually sighed in relief. “There. All better.” Winnie smiled slightly. 

“...Thank you….” He said, his tone a bit hesitant. 

“Yeah, well maybe try thinking before rushing into something next time?” She hummed before setting the ointment down on the nightstand. 

The vampire appeared to be staring at her intently, a small smile forming on his face before he cleared his throat a bit. Winnie turned and looked over at her computer before suddenly hearing the front door slam open. 

Shit.  

What the hell were they even doing back this early? Winnie’s mother had specifically stated they'd be home late!

“WINNIE!!!” She could hear Brian's voice shout from across the house. Loud stomping quickly followed.

“Who's that?” Astarion asked. 

“Fuck. You need to hide, now.” Winnie said before looking around the room frantically. She grabbed hold of Astarion's wrist, panic flooded over her face.  Astarion pulled his hand back.

“Now hold on one minute! I think I deserve an explanation!” 

”No time. Now shut up and get in the closet!” She quickly grabbed his shoulders and yanked him over towards her closet door.

“Excuse me!? I will not!” He scoffed.

“Get in the goddamn closet Astarion!!” Winnie growled before forcing him into the closet and shutting the door. Her heart was pounding. 

Not like she wanted to stuff him in there, but if Brian found out there was this strange man in her room she'd likely be called a whore and kicked out of the house. Brian was old fashioned like that. 

The door to Winnie’s room suddenly opened with Brian shoving his ugly head inside. 

“Your mother is sick, so we came back early. I'm going to need some cash because she ruined my new seat cover.” Brian held his hand out as if he expected her to immediately cough up a wad of cash.

Winnie immediately scoffed, “so let me get this straight your wife is sick and you're more concerned about your seat cover? Nevermind, no. I already gave you 200$ last week!” 

“Oh you ungrateful little bitch! I let you stay in my house for free! It's about damn time you start pulling your weight!” Brian snarled and pushed at Winnie’s shoulder, making her step back. Winnie glared at him. Her mother was the one who owned the fucking house, not him. 

“I need to be able to pay for classes! I can't just give you money for every little thing.” Winnie tried to reason with him, but it had absolutely no effect on the man whatsoever.

“You have your own fucking job and live in MY house for free! You better cough up some goddamn money by tomorrow night or you're out!” Brian shouted in her face before stomping out of the room and slamming the door. Winnie sighed, feeling mentally exhausted from that conversation. She stood there for a few moments until she was sure Brian wouldn't be coming back.

“Okay, Astarion, you can come out of the closet now.” She said as the closet door slowly creaked open. The silver haired male stepped out, flicking a sock off his shoulder before speaking.

“Charming fellow isn't he?” 

“Mhm, my mom sure can pick em.” Winnie replied sarcastically, crossing her arms. “That asshole has been a thorn in my side for about four years now. Anyway sorry about the closet thing. It's just better that he didn't find out I had some random man in my room. He tends to get set off by….well everything.” Winnie said before sitting down on her bed, her hand reaching for her laptop. She was rather curious to get down to the bottom of why and how this video game character gained sentience.  

“You know darling, if this man is causing you so much grief I could get rid of him for you? It wouldn't be too difficult.” Astarion said with a sadistic smirk, crimson orbs eyed the door to the hallway.  “After all, I'll likely start to feel peckish soon…”

Winnie’s eyes widened and a look of horror formed on her face. She quickly put her laptop to the side.

“No! No no no no! No killing!” The brunette stood up quickly. 

“What? Oh come on…I doubt anyone would miss the bastard, besides your mother can do so much better I'm sure.” The pale elf said with a grin.

“No, I mean it. You can't kill anyone.” Winnie said sternly.

“Not even bad people? Ugh! You're being completely unreasonable!” Astarion scoffed, his grin completely disappeared and was replaced with a look of frustration and annoyance.

“This world isn't like where you're from Astarion. People don't get away with murder here. And if you aren't caught it'll probably end up being pinned on me.” Winnie tried to explain calmly.

“Fiiiine.” The vampiric huffed, “I'll let him live. For now…” He murmured the last part under his breath. Winnie glared at him before returning to her computer. 

“So assuming you don't want to go back into my computer…” 

“I absolutely do NOT.” Astarion was quick to say.

“I'll have to figure out what to do with you, but for now I guess you can stay here.”  Winnie said, typing in Nexus Mods onto her laptop. Astarion went and sat beside her on the bed, spralling out behind her in a sort of paint me like one of your french girls kind of way.

“We can do whatever you'd like.~” He purred seductively. 

“Stop that.” Winnie said, her cheeks turning bright red as she tried to focus on what she was doing.

“Ugh, you're no fun.” Astarion rolled his eyes and got up off the bed.  The elf scanned Winnie’s bedroom, slightly curious of some of the strange technology the girl had stored there, but not too invested. Then movement caught his crimson eye. A small fluffy black feline emerged from under the bed. She had a pink collar around her neck with a little silver bed attached to it. Curiously the cat padded over, approaching Astarion and sniffing at his shoes.  

“What an adorable little snack.~” He picked up the cat who began to pur at the attention, “don't you just look delectable?” The vampire cooed, scratching the feline behind the ears.

“Astarion. Don't you fucking think about it.” Winnie hissed, immediately feeling protective over her cat.  

“Think about what?” Astarion rose an eyebrow and looked over at Winnie with a mischievous grin.

“I swear if you even think about eating my cat-”

“I would never! Honestly I'm hurt you think so little of me. As if I could harm such a precious little pet.” Astarion held the feline up towards his face, allowing her to gently headbutt against his cheek. Her purring sounded as if it was getting louder and louder. Winnie still kept her eyes on him, though perhaps she was a little paranoid. After all he did seem to fancy cats in the game. Likely felt a kinship towards them being that they were stealthy sadistic little predators who refused to let anyone be their master. 

Winnie sighed, today had been utterly insane. Forget how it happened. What the hell was she going to do now!? She's stuck with a vampire in her house who she has to hide from her asshole of a stepdad. She already knew off the bat there was no way he'd go back where he came from and releasing him out into the real world by himself was probably a terrible idea. 

He'd either wreak havoc or end up burnt to a crisp.  This was just great.

Fuck.

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: Ngl the temptation to make this into an Astarion x Maddie (The cat) story is growing. I really think there should be more stories where Star has a cat cause the dynamic is just so cute. Astarion in this story is going to be a bit different because of how I set up that he literally has been through a bunch of different playthroughs that Winnie has done. I'm also planning on diving into the mystery of how the hell this even happened in the first place. Also eventual smut. Yes, it'll be here at some point. Also don't worry Brian's time will come.

Taglist: @the-disaster-in-waiting

[aishangotome]

Roger Barel: Chapter 8

Chapter 7

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Crown's undercover mission took Roger and me to a rural village.

The true identity of the Spirit God, who held absolute power in the village, was about to be exposed.

Roger: Didn't your mama teach you in the womb to listen to people until the end?

Roger: It's true that the tetanus cure isn't available to the public. But if it doesn't exist, we can just make it.

Spirit God: That's impossible...

Roger: It's possible for me, a former doctor.

Spirit God: A doctor...? You're lying! You're just trying to take my place...!

Roger: ...Shut up.

Roger sharply rebuked the ranting voice.

Spirit God: ...!

Roger: While you're yelling, this little girl... will die, you know?

His angry gaze sent chills down my spine.

(Such intense killing intent...)

(...Oh, right. Roger is angry.)

(I've never seen Roger show his emotions so openly before...)

Child's Mother: ...Please...

Child's Mother: Please, save my child...!

Her strained voice trembled in the air.

Holding her dying daughter, the mother's eyes looked pleadingly at Roger.

---The man called the Spirit God was tied up with rope, and the villagers were to keep watch over him.

We were given a room and started working on refining the tetanus cure.

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Liam: Roger, I brought the medicines you asked for from the warehouse!

Roger: Perfect, thanks. We need to relieve that little girl's suffering quickly. Let's hurry.

Kate: Yes!

Roger took off his jacket and started looking through the collected medicines.

(There's not much I can do, but I want to be of some help.)

Kate: I'll disinfect these test tubes. Carbolic acid can be used for disinfection, right?

Roger: ............

(Huh? Did I make a mistake in how to use carbolic acid...?)

Kate: Um... Roger?

Roger: I thought you were doing something at night, but you were studying medicine too?

His large hand ruffled my hair.

Kate: ...!

His touch was like when he petted Ale, Roger's dog.

But even so... I felt my heart beat a little faster.

Roger: It's helpful, thank you, Kate.

Kate: No... I'm still a novice, so please give me instructions.

Roger: Alright, then I'll use you to the fullest.

(Why am I... so happy just from being praised by Roger?)

The sound of my heart beating, thump-thump, was definitely different from usual.

(No, no. Knowledge is also a form of strength. I was just happy that I became a little stronger.)

(...Probably.)

--After selecting the chemicals and conducting numerous tests, the tetanus cure was refined.

Roger: Alright... Once we conduct clinical trials, we can actually administer this.

(Clinical trials mean...)

Kate: Testing on healthy subjects to examine the drug's effects, right?

Roger: Exactly. This time, we want to see if it's safe to drink.

Liam: Roger, I'll drink it. I'm healthy, and even if something happens to me, I...

Roger gave a wry smile to Liam, who had raised his hand first.

Roger: Liam. Do you think I'd easily fall for your "bad habit"?

Liam: Ah...!

Curiosity - that was the curse placed on Liam.

Roger: Besides, it's too bad. I was just thirsty.

With that, Roger gulped down the cure that was in the bottle.

Kate and Liam: Wh-What!?

After being stunned by his bold drinking, we came to our senses.

Kate: Roger! What if something happens to you!?

Roger: It'll be fine. I'm sturdier than you guys.

(Is he really okay...?)

Half of me trusted Roger, and the other half didn't.

But Roger himself...

Roger: We need to wait a while for the effects to show. Alright, I'm going to take a nap.

Roger: Kate, wake me up in an hour.

With that, he flopped onto the bed.

Kate: Huh, Roger?

He started snoring within seconds.

Kate: ...He's... asleep?

As I blinked in surprise at his swiftness, Liam laughed.

Liam: Heh, you can't kill him even if you try.

Liam: I'm going to check on the villagers.

Liam: Kate, please take care of Roger.

The door closed, leaving Roger and me alone in the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and Roger's hand fell from his chest onto my lap.

(He really is asleep...)

His gloved hand was bony and large.

I gently touched his fingertips, resting defenselessly on my lap.

(These hands have surely killed people before.)

(And they've saved many lives as well.)

What Roger does seems to hold both life and death in the palm of his hand - a stark contradiction.

He, with his sharp mind, must be aware of this contradiction.

An egoist who carries a hunting rifle as if bearing the sin of murder, calls himself a former doctor, and lives in this darkness.

(...What is Roger trying to do in Crown?)

*flashback*

Kate: ...What kind of research are you doing, Roger?

Roger: I want to erase the cursed ones from this world.

*flashback over*

(Could those words mean...)

I shook my head, trying to organize my thoughts.

(...No, I shouldn't try to find the answer only in my own head.)

No matter how much I think, my thoughts won't reach Roger's truth.

(At least, not the current me...)

After that, Roger woke up without any problems.

The tetanus cure was administered to the suffering girl, and under the watchful eyes of the villagers...

As the rising sun dyed the air, the girl opened her eyes.

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Roger: ...Her pulse is normal, no numbness in her limbs. The medicine worked.

(Thank goodness...!)

Child's Mother: Thank you! You are a god!

Roger: ...Me, a god?

Roger: Don't make me laugh. I'm just an ordinary human, as you can see.

Roger: ...If I were a god, I would erase all the absurdities that plague this world with my own hands.

(...Roger...?)

His eyes were cold, betraying the warmth in his words.

But the expression vanished from Roger's face in an instant.

Instead, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

Roger: Humans can't become gods, even if they stand on their heads. That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?

Spirit God: ...Sh-Shut up!

Everyone present turned around at the roar that shattered the peace.

Kate: Huh, the Spirit God!? Wasn't he supposed to be captured and under surveillance...?

The villagers were also in an uproar at the sudden appearance of the Spirit God.

Village Man: Wh-When did he get out of the ropes!? Everyone, run!

The Spirit God, who seemed to have escaped on his own, had an eerie grin on his face in the midst of the chaotic room...

(He's coming towards us...!)

He pounced on me from behind as I tried to run away.

Kate: Kyaaa...!

Roger: Kate!

Roger, who was beside the girl, reached out his hand, but I was caught by the Spirit God before he could reach me.

Liam: Kate...!

Roger: ...........

Spirit God: If you don't want this woman killed, forget everything you saw in this village!

Spirit God: Then I can live here as a god again!

(What nonsense... But still, what strength...!)

(...What should I do?)

The arm wrapped around my neck was stealing my air.

I desperately raised my face and met Roger's eyes.

Roger: ...........

While everyone around us turned pale, only Roger was laughing.

(...Huh? Why is he laughing at a time like this...?)

His amber eyes gleamed with amusement as if asking me, "You want to get stronger, don't you?"

(This man is...!)

(But, but...)

---It's better to be amused than to be underestimated for being incapable.

(Calm down and remember... the self-defense techniques Roger taught me.)

*flashback*

Roger: Step 2, what to do when you're hugged.

Kate: Huh, what am I supposed to do in this situation!?

Roger: Hey, hey, I told you that trying to force your way out is counterproductive.

Roger: First, relax your whole body. Imagine yourself as a puppet with its strings cut.

*flashback over*

I calmed my mind and relaxed my body all at once as I exhaled.

Spirit God: ...Wh-What? She suddenly got heavy...

(Now's my chance!)

The moment the Spirit God panicked, I pushed his arm up from below.

Roger: Kate, well done. Now crouch down.

The instant I escaped from the Spirit God's arm, Roger stepped in...

Kate: ...!

A powerful jab hit the Spirit God's chin, and he collapsed unconscious.

(His eyes are rolled back, he's completely out...)

Kate: A one-hit KO... How strong are your arms?

Roger: Didn't I tell you? I'm a heavyweight boxing champion.

--CHOICES--

Wow...

Are you serious?

You're incredible...

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Kate: Wow...

Kate: Wait! You casually mentioned you're a heavyweight boxing champion!?

Roger: Haha, impressive, right?

(He doesn't seem to be joking. He really is an incredible person...)

I definitely want to grill him about boxing for an hour or so, but there's something else I'm curious about first.

Kate: He's not dead, is he...?

I put my finger on the Spirit God's neck to check for a pulse.

Kate: Oh, he's breathing...

Liam: He's breathing, but he won't wake up for a while. Well, maybe it's for the best.

(As long as he's not dead, it's okay for now...)

Even if they're a villain, it leaves a bad taste in your mouth to see them die in front of you.

Blonde-Haired Child: ...Glasses... brother...

The girl, who seemed to have recovered enough to get out of bed, approached Roger.

Roger: Hmm, what's wrong? Are you in pain somewhere?

Blonde-Haired Child: No. Um... thank you for making the pain go away...

Blonde-Haired Child: And thank you to the sister and the pink brother too...

Kate: I'm happy you're feeling better too.

Liam: Pink brother, huh? That's cute.

Roger: You're welcome. I've received the best reward.

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The Spirit God, who had regained consciousness, confessed to all his crimes and was sent back to the police.

This closed-off village would now be opened up with financial support from Her Majesty-- reported Victor, having rushed over with the news.

And I...

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I parted ways with Victor, who said he would take care of the aftermath, and Liam, who volunteered to accompany him. Roger and I boarded a train heading back to London a little earlier.

The twilight dyed the scenery outside the flowing window.

Roger: ...Heh, haha.

Roger, who was sitting across from me, suddenly started laughing.

Roger: That guy's face when you slipped out of his arms was priceless.

(So that's why...)

Remembering the dumbfounded look on the Spirit God's face when he didn't understand what had happened, a smile also appeared on my lips.

Kate: Heh, hehe...

Kate: That's not something to laugh about! I thought I was going to die!

I glared at him, but Roger continued to laugh, resting his cheek on the window frame.

Roger: My bad, my bad. But honestly, seeing you use the self-defense techniques so well was impressive.

Roger: And the fact that you were secretly studying medicine too.

Roger: So, Kate, close your eyes.

Kate: ...Don't do anything weird, okay?

I closed my eyes after giving him a warning.

...Then, I felt fingers touch my neck.

(Lace? It's like a thin tie... but it feels really nice.)

Roger: You can open your eyes now.

Kate: ..........

I slowly opened my eyelids.

Roger: .............

In his amber eyes, I saw my own reflection wearing a cute choker.

Kate: This is...?

Roger: It's a collar. You've been promoted from chore girl to pet dog, congrats.

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Chapter 9

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[the-thin-white-snake]

does orochimaru believe in love? Has he ever been in love?

//Ah, the ever difficult question of Orochimaru and love. When I first started rping as this character, I would have immediately said no, but after getting older and having some more life happen to me, I realize the answer isn't so simple. Nothing is really simple when it comes to Orochimaru; he definitely inhabits a lot of grey areas as far as morals and emotions go. For most of the story, Orochimaru doesn't seem like someone who's capable of love. He exhibits malignant narcissism, only caring about someone so long as they're useful to him. He's quick to dispose of followers who show any weakness, and doesn't so much as blink if they die during a mission. He's also a deft emotional manipulator, knowing when and how to twist someone's emotions against them and hitting them where it hurts most. You can't deny that he was a cold and ruthless man, who kept very strict control over emotions he though were too "soft". However, upon closer inspection, we can see these traits don't make up the whole of his character and were, indeed, not part of his original disposition. Orochimaru was originally a quiet, reserved, sensitive child, and it was that sensitivity that allowed him to form strong bonds with Sarutobi, Jiraiya, and Tsunade. He loved them like a second family. It was clear he loved his parents. So, yes, he can love. But thanks to being a shinobi, the early deaths of his parents, and living during a time of active war, he never had much of an opportunity to nurture that part of himself. Instead, he shoved those feelings into a box and buried it deep inside where no one could see them. Shinobi can't be weak. They can't afford to let their control slip. Shows of emotion are frowned upon, so Orochimaru learned to just not deal with them. As to being in love, well, that's a whole other can of worms (or snakes, depending on your preference). A lot of people think that he might have been in love with Jiraiya, or Tsunade, or both. A lot of people think he might have been in love with Kabuto, or Sasuke, or any other character they like to ship him with. Again, there's a lot of ambiguity. As far as canon goes, a lot of his relationships can be interpreted in a variety of ways, and that's fine. People are free to ship him how they want to, or not ship him at all. Actually, when I first started, I had no intentions of shipping with anybody. Then @senjutsunade showed up, and then I sort of jumped onboard the OroTsu train. It's my personal headcanon that Orochimaru was just as much in love with Tsunade as Jiraiya was, but never acted on it, because, well, Jiraiya. Also Dan existed. Also they were at war. Also my man just can't handle strong feelings very well. TL;DR: Orochimaru is a complex individual with a complex past, and it's really up to your interpretation what he thinks/feels about love.

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Evil Love Blooming In The Dark Part1 Jude Jazza ~ Bitter END

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Man wearing a bowler hat: "I knew you would come. Come this way, please."

The man wearing a bowler hat recognized Mr. Jude.

He puts an arm around my neck, pulling me closers and placing a gun to my temple.

Jude: "To have a gun and a knife pointed in a single day."

Jude: "Gosh, Kate you're so lucky. I'm glad you got to experience such things this quickly."

Kate: *gulps*

The cold, unsympathetic look in Mr. Jude's eyes makes it impossible to guess what his intentions were when he came here.

(The moment Mr. Jude cuts me off, my life is over)

Kate: "Nn...."

Kate: "P-Please....help me."

My voice was shaking from fear as I try to squeeze it out.

Jude: "........"

Man wearing a bowler hat: "Yes, that's right. What else can you do besides comply with your girlfriend's request?"

Man wearing a bowler hat: "So, can you please turn a blind eye to the goods in your warehouse?"

(Goods.....?)

Jude: "Ha. You wanna break your contract with me, huh? You know what that means right?"

Jude: "When I gave you this warehouse, I clearly stated that I don't wanna see 'humans' being bought and sold. didn't I?"

(.....So the goods he mentioned earlier......were humans....?)

(So the 'bad info' Mr. Jude has about this guy, is that he is doing human trafficking business....)

Man wearing a bowler hat: "That's why I'm asking you. Please, I don't want to hurt this girl."

Jude: ".....Let me tell you something."

Jude: "I despise rich people like you who sit on thrones thinking that you're the safest people in the world."

Man wearing a bowler hat: "I'm trying to bargain with you."

(......I hate this)

(I don't wanna get myself killed by some lousy man who buys and sells humans....EVER!)

Frustrated, I bit the man's arm that was around my neck.

Man wearing a bowler hat: "Oww!?"

The restraints loosen for a moment, and as soon as he crouches down holding his arm, I slipped away from him.

Man wearing a bowler hat: "Damn you, woman!"

I heard an angry voice behind me and moved my rambling legs frantically.

Kate: "Nn."

With a thud, I bumped into something.

Jude: "Oww.....if you wanna get out of here, at least look ahead when you run."

Kate: "....Mr. Jude."

The moment I recognised the person who embraced me, I suddenly felt my strength leave my body and sink down to the ground.

(My mind is already a mess.....)

(But, I can't believe how relieved I am to be embraced by this person)

Jude: "Why are you looking like you're about to cry? You idiot."

Kate: "....Don't call me an idiot...."

Jude: "Idiot."

Even though it's an arrogant smile, I am bewildered by the fact that it's healing my heart.

Jude: "Don't do anything rash. You can sit here and tremble."

Mr. Jude leaves me there, slumped over and walks up to the man wearing a bowler hat.

Man wearing a bowler hat: "Don't come closer!"

Just as the man was about to fire a bullet, something flew out of the darkness and pierced the back of his hand.

Man wearing a bowler hat: "Ughh..Ahhh....."

The man screams in pain and drops his gun.

(A knife....? Where did that come from?)

When I looked around, I saw all the guards lying on the ground motionless.

Ellis: "....Sorry, I ran out of bullets, so I used a knife."

Ellis appeared suddenly, shrugged his shoulders as if making small talk.

(E-Ellis...? Were you here the entire time?)

Man wearing a bowler hat: "....I-I-I will do anything you say....Please...Please spare my life......"

Jude: "Ah, I was thinking the same thing. Good for you."

Jude: "Instead of letting you die easily, I'm giving you a life that is worse than death. I'm sure living such a hellish life will only make you beg for an easy death."

Man wearing a bowler hat: "Ha...."

Mr. Jude pokes the man's forehead with his finger.

The next moment, the men fell to the ground on his back with white eyes.

Kate: "W-What did you just...do....?"

Ellis: " 'Putting someone to sleep, by a simple touch on the forehead'....that's Jude's ability."

Ellis: ".....Miss Kate, are you alright?"

Kate: "Y-Yeah...I'm okay..."

Ellis gives me a hand and I manage to get up on my feet.

Kate: "So....you're not going to kill him?"

Ellis: " 'The objective was to destroy the organization and Jude was in charge of whether the target lives or dies'. We accepted the mission on those terms."

(Huh....)

Kate: "Wait, so this was a mission....? I thought I was kidnapped by accident. So you didn't come here just to save me?"

Jude: "I knew these people were trying to reach me."

Jude: "And if 'my woman' is wandering around unguarded, it's only natural that she will be a target, right?"

Kate: "So in other words....you made me a bait?"

Jude: "It's funny how things work out the way they were supposed to."

Mr. Jude lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke in a bored manner.

Kate: ".....That man is the worst....but you're no less."

Jude: "Thanks for the compliment."

Kate: "So then....were you also planning to let me die if the negotiations didn't work out?"

Jude: "Haa? Of course not. Ellis had that guy in his sight and you screwed it up by making a move."

Kate: "Eh.....?"

When I turned to look at Ellis.

Ellis: "But everything is fine now. Don't worry about it, I was thinking of helping you in the end."

(I see...so that's it)

(Nn...No no no no..you used me as your bait first)

(I can't think you're a nice person, just because you helped me.....!)

Ellis: "Jude, where do you want me to take this guy?"

Jude: "To the Lab."

Ellis: "Okay. I'll see you later, Miss Kate."

Ellis easily carried the man and leisurely walked out of the warehouse.

Silence fills the warehouse, and I started trembling slightly.

(.....M-My legs are shaking again.....I can barely stand up)

Jude: "Then, shall we go back to the castle, princess?"

Jude: "Also, you did very well in keeping the promise that you made to me. Good girl."

I am not sure if he is aware of my condition or not.

Mr. Jude took another puff off his cigarette and clapped his hands in a mocking manner.

Jude: "Don't you think such a good girl like you deserve a reward for keeping your promise?"

Kate: ".....R-Reward...."

This person is an arrogant, cold-hearted sadist who has no inclination to extend kindness to others.

I should have learned that well today, and yet....I am still tempted to cling to those sweet words.

Kate: "I-I can't stop shaking after all this time...and I-I don't think I can walk now...."

Kate: "Do you mind giving me a minute to calm myself down....?"

Jude: "......Haa..."

Jude: "You are a real pain in the ass."

A long fingertip reached out and poked my forehead.

(Eh....)

At that moment, my consciousness melted away.

I was sucked into a dream.

Jude lets out a single annoyed sigh and picks Kate's unconscious body.

Jude: "Tch....you owe me one for doing this manual labor."

Jude: "Now you know what happens when you make promises too easily."

............

Outside the warehouse, the white moon shines brightly on the blackened nighttime sea.

Jude stared abjectly at the white moonlight.

Jude: "....Tch."

Jude: "You really shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

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Story // Premium END // Epilogue

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ieyasu's Sequel Tragic End (Spoilers Ahead!)

Kicho: "Ieyasu Tokugawa ruled a war-torn world and established a world of peace.”

Kicho: “And to continue this turbulent world, your death would be the key to it."

Kicho: "I will let you choose. Your death or your loved one's death."

(What should I do?)

I couldn't help but shiver as Kicho thrust his pistol against my throat.

Ieyasu: "Mai."

Just when Ieyasu stepped forward, we heard hoofbeats coming from behind him.

(Huh?)

Ieyasu: "!"

Imagawa vassal: "Ieyasu, prepare yourself!"

Tokugawa vassal: "Imagawa?!"

(Imagawa's vassals!?)

Imagawa's vassals swarmed in, and Ieyasu's vassals quickly got into a fighting stance.

Ieyasu: "Damn it!"

Ieyasu almost pulled out his sword, but―

Ieyasu's vassal: "Lord Ieyasu, please take Lady Mai!"

Ieyasu: "I'm counting on you guys."

Ieyasu turned to Kicho and me again.

Kicho: "It looks like the grudge of the Imagawa clan against you runs deep."

Kicho: "But it's my job to finish you off."

Ieyasu: "..................."

(The only way to save Ieyasu is to give my life, but I don't want him to make that choice.)

Just seeing his desperate expression made my heart ache.

(There's only one thing I can do―)

I lifted my trembling hands and grabbed Kicho's hand, holding the pistol.

Ieyasu: "Mai!"

Kicho: "What do you think you're doing?"

Mai: "Kicho-san, maybe we can talk this out."

Kicho: "................"

(I can't fix this whole mess by fighting or resisting, but as long as I'm captured, Ieyasu won't be able to fight.)

(I have to persuade Kicho somehow!)

Ieyasu: "Mai."

Kicho: "You want to talk this out? Now?"

(Sure, I'm being reckless, but―)

Remembering our chat back in his trading post―

------------Flashback-----------

Mai: "I would rather give my life than let that happen."

Kicho: "!"

Kicho: "Stop screwing around."

Mai: "Excuse me?"

Kicho: "You think Ieyasu would want that?"

Mai: "No. He would never want that."

Kicho: “So you’re saying that giving up one’s life for someone is love?”

Kicho: “Wishing to die for love is wrong.”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Kicho’s words at that time were not a lie.)

(Giving up your life for someone is wrong. That’s what I think now, too.)

Mai: “You don’t actually want to take someone else’s life, don’t you?”

Kicho: “Shut up! What do you know?”

Mai: “...............”

Suddenly, his eyes flicker sadly.

(Why is he making that face?)

Mai: “It’s because I don’t know that I want to understand!”

My voice was trembling as I said this.

(I will never give up. Never.)

Ieyasu: “Mai!”

Mai: “It’s okay.”

Ieyasu: “................”

(I’m freaking scared, but what am I supposed to do if I don’t stand up to him?)

I turned to Ieyasu as I frantically scolded myself.

Mai: “Sorry for worrying you, Ieyasu, but I’m not going to throw my life away again.”

Ieyasu: “................”

I told him clearly with a smile and turned again to Kicho.

Mai: “Yes, there are many things about you that I don’t get, but...”

Mai: "I'd like to understand what you're thinking."

Mai: "Also, I want you to know how Ieyasu and I feel."

(Ieyasu...)

(I know he is not giving up on me, so I won't give up on him either.)

I looked at Kicho determinedly.

Kicho: "I know how you feel."

Mai: "!"

Kicho slowly lowered the muzzle of his pistol.

Ieyasu: "Are you seriously going to talk about this now?"

Kicho: "I have no intention of disrespecting Mai's feelings."

Kicho showed no hostility as Ieyasu, keeping his guard up, asked him.

(Thank God. Now I can talk to Kicho.)

But then―

Ieyasu's vassal: "Guh!"

(Ah!)

Ieyasu's vassals, holding back the Imagawa vassals, begin to be pushed back.

Seeing that, both Ieyasu and Kicho immediately went into a fighting stance.

Ieyasu: "Kicho, we'll talk later."

Kicho: "Yeah."

Ieyasu: "Mai, come here."

Ieyasu reached out to me, but―

(------!)

Mai: "Ieyasu!"

Ieyasu: "!"

I shoved Ieyasu as I saw a soldier pointing a gun at him.

Ieyasu: "Mai!"

Kicho: "!"

Before I knew it, a burning sensation slowly spread from my stomach.

(It's hot...)

(Did I get shot?)

Mai: "Ahhh..."

The heat was replaced by pain, leaving me unable to speak.

(Ieya...su...)

My body collapsed, and I could see that Ieyasu quickly held me up in his arms.

Ieyasu: "Mai!"

Mai: "Sor一"

I forced myself to speak, but the pain was so intense that I found myself gasping for breath.

(I just said I wouldn't throw my life away!)

(But I wasn't protecting him because I wanted to die, I was just trying to save him.)

I wanted to tell him that hearing his plaintive cry, but I couldn't move my lips.

Ieyasu: “I will definitely save you! I promise I will save you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kicho shoot the leg of the Imagawa vassal who had shot me.

Seeing that, I vaguely understood that he had stopped his pursuit.

At that moment, I heard the sound of hoofbeats coming toward us.

(More enemies?)

But then, the pain suddenly intensified, and my consciousness began to fade.

Kicho: “Don’t tell me that’s一!”

Then HE rushed to the scene.

Kenshin: “Mai?!”

(Kenshin?)

Mai: “Ieya...su...”

Ieyasu shook his head and gently patted my head.

Ieyasu: “Don’t talk. Just think about saving yourself.”

Ieyasu: “I asked Kenshin and the others for reinforcements, so it’s going to be all right.”

(I see. So that’s what it was. I’m glad.)

Kenshin: “Did you do this to Mai?”

Kenshin drew his sword and pointed it at Kicho.

Ieyasu: “No. It was the Imagawa vassal who did it.”

??? (Yoshimoto): “----!”

Kenshin looked at Ieyasu with a grim expression.

Kenshin: “Don’t ever let Mai die.”

Kenshin: "Leave this place to us."

Ieyasu: "Thanks."

Kenshin: "Let's go, Yoshimoto."

Yoshimoto: "Okay."

Kenshin, accompanied by a man called Yoshimoto, barked orders to his vassals to subdue the Imagawa vassals while Ieyasu carried me and stood up.

Ieyasu: "Your life is my top priority right now."

(Ieyasu...)

I could feel the warmth of the blood flowing out from my wound, but Ieyasu refused to give up.

Ieyasu: "Kicho, I want to trust your feelings about what you will do after this. As long as you help Mai."

Kicho: "That's the least I can do."

Kicho said bitterly and then left.

(I'm sure it's going to be all right.)

Kicho would no longer discuss the matter and would not turn his blade against Ieyasu and the others.

(I'd like to believe so.)

Ieyasu: "Mai, I will definitely save you."

Mai: "Okay."

(Please don't make that face.)

He looked like he was about to cry, so I mustered all my strength to hold his hand.

Mai: "I won't die."

Ieyasu: "Of course, you won't."

Ieyasu gently hugged me so as not to touch my wound.

Ieyasu: "I won't let you die."

Ieyasu: "I will never, ever let you die."

(I want to live with him.)

I couldn't help but cry as I felt his desperate feelings.

Mai: "Okay."

(I promised to stay by his side forever.)

I smiled weakly then my consciousness faded away.

A few moments passed.

The battle finally came to an end.

Kicho's army and the Oda forces surrendered with the help of Mitsunari, Kenshin, and Yoshimoto.

Ieyasu then worked with the support unit in the tent and did everything he could to help.

Mitsunari: "Lord Ieyasu!"

Mitsunari dashed into the tent, looking pale.

Mitsunari: "What happened to Lady Mai?"

Ieyasu: "She's okay for now, but her condition may worsen tonight."

Mitsunari: "But why?"

Mitsunari stared at Mai, speechless.

Ieyasu: "She saved me. She jumped in when one of Imagawa's vassals was about to shoot me."

Mitsunari: ".............."

Next to Mai, Ieyasu clenched his fists so tightly that they were about to bleed.

Ieyasu: "Because I was too weak to protect her."

Mitsunari: "Lord Ieyasu..."

Mitsunari's expression darkened, seeing Ieyasu's eyes turn dark and lifeless as he cursed himself.

Ieyasu: "Mai."

He called out her name in anguish, and the tent entrance flung open.

Kenshin: "Ieyasu."

Ieyasu: ".............."

Kenshin walked up to him, pulled out his sword, and pointed it at him.

Mitsunari: "Lord Kenshin, what are you―?!"

Kenshin: "I wonder what Mai would say if she saw you now."

Ieyasu: "................"

Kenshin: "Keep this in mind, Ieyasu. If you deny Mai's strength, I will kill you myself."

Ieyasu: "!"

Looking at Ieyasu with a relieved look, Kenshin lowered his gaze and sheathed his sword.

Kenshin: "Did Mai cover you from enemy bullets because you were weak?"

Kenshin: "Or was it because she loves you so much?"

Ieyasu's eyes flickered in response to Kenshin's question.

Ieyasu: "You're right."

He closed his eyes as he thought back.

------------Flashback-----------

Ieyasu: "Why did you say that?"

Mai: "Because I was worried about what might happen in the future, and I wanted to protect you."

Mai: "I want to help you create the future you want. So, no matter what happens, I will protect you."

Mai: "Sorry for worrying you, but I'm not going to throw my life away again."

---------Flashback Ends---------

He slowly opened his eyes to reflect on Mai's words and gently wrapped his hand around hers.

Ieyasu: "Mai believed in me."

Ieyasu: "She believed in me and asked me to work with her to create a future where everyone can smile."

He clasped her hand in prayer.

Ieyasu: "There’s no way I can give up your life."

Ieyasu: "Don't die, Mai."

Ieyasu: "Please live with me."

Ieyasu's desperate thoughts echoed in the quiet tent.

[Mai's POV]

(I can hear Ieyasu's voice.)

I managed to push my heavy eyelids up and saw―

Mai: "Ie...yasu..."

Ieyasu: "............"

Ieyasu: "Mai!"

He looked at me in surprise.

Mitsunari: "You're awake!"

(Mitsunari and even Kenshin?)

(Is this the tent?)

Thinking absentmindedly, I finally grasped the situation.

(I've been shot.)

I couldn't feel any pain, but―

(I'm glad Ieyasu is safe.)

Feeling happy and relieved that he was still alive in front of me, I smiled.

Mai: "Fi...ne..."

Ieyasu: "Huh?"

(I can't speak as well as I thought I could.)

He didn't hear me, so he brought his face closer to mine.

Mai: "I'm...fine..."

(So don't make that face.)

Ieyasu: "Don't act so tough at a time like this."

I shook my head slowly.

(I'm not trying to act tough or anything because I―)

Mai: "I believe in you."

(No. I don't want to die yet.)

(I still want to be with him.)

My consciousness slowly faded, and my vision became blurry, making it hard for me to see his face.

Ieyasu: "Mai."

The last thing I heard was Ieyasu's weeping voice.

The Battle of Sekigahara ended, leaving Ieyasu scrambling day and night to restore Japan's peace.

After achieving victory, Nobunaga left for another country and chose Hideyoshi as his successor.

The Oda forces continue to support Hideyoshi and Ieyasu.

Mitsunari: "Lord Ieyasu, you should get some rest."

The worried Mitsunari came to visit Ieyasu regarding his official duties.

Ieyasu: "I don't have time to rest. I have a lot of things to do."

Mitsunari: "Please get some rest."

Ieyasu: "I never thought the day would come when you would worry about my ability to manage my life."

Even as he replied, Ieyasu thanked Mitsunari.

Mai, who has been in a coma since the Battle of Sekigahara, has been able to stay alive thanks to Mitsunari's efforts to find a skilled doctor.

Mitsunari: "By the way, I heard the doctor left."

Ieyasu: "Yeah, I can watch her after this."

Mitsunari: "Why don't you rest with her?"

Mitsunari: "I've heard that Lady Mai's condition is already stable."

Mitsunari: "I think she would be worried about you."

Ieyasu: "Mind your own business."

Ieyasu's expression looked calm, but his voice sounded lonely.

After that, Ieyasu went to his room and saw Mai sleeping on the futon. He sat next to her and gently stroked her hair.

Ieyasu: "I'm home, Mai."

She was still breathing, but her smile and voice had disappeared since that day.

Ieyasu: "How long are you going to sleep?"

He asked sadly but was unsure if his voice was even reaching her.

He then pulled Wasabi (stuffed toy) from his pocket and pecked it on Mai's cheek.

Ieyasu: "Wake up, Mai.”

Ieyasu: "Yeah, as if this would work."

He smiled bitterly and placed Wasabi on her pillow.

Ieyasu, tired from work, began to feel drowsy and doze off.

----------Dream World----------

Mai: "Ieyasu."

Ieyasu: "Mai?"

Ieyasu rushed over to Mai and hugged her tightly.

Ieyasu: "Is this a dream?"

Mai: "Yes. Looks like it."

Ieyasu: "I can't smile without you. Hurry up and wake up, Mai."

Even though he knew this was a dream, he couldn't help but wish for it.

Mai: "You're so close to the future you want to achieve."

Mai: "I will always be by your side."

"I believe in you."

That was the last thing he heard.

Ieyasu: "Mai."

Ieyasu woke up and saw Mai sleeping on the futon.

Ieyasu: ".............."

To make it all the more sad and painful, Mai appeared to be smiling in her sleep.

He wiped away the tears streaming down his cheeks and took her hand.

Ieyasu: "Was this because of Wasabi? What the hell is going on?"

Her smile was gone, reminding him again of the cold and harsh reality that it was all just a dream.

Ieyasu: "Hey, Mai. I love you."

He felt frustrated that all he could do was call out to her like this, but―

Ieyasu: "!"

At that moment, Mai weakly squeezed his hand back.

Ieyasu: "I believe in you, too. I believe you will wake up one day."

Ieyasu: "I'll do my best so that when you wake up, you'll be able to smile."

Neither the sadness nor the loneliness would ever heal.

Still, Ieyasu smiled and kissed her sleeping beloved as proof of their eternal vow to live together in the future.

𝓕𝓲𝓷.

[madraleen]

The Promised Neverland - Kaiu Shirai/Posuka Demizu Vol.13-15: A complimenting commentary.

-oh yeah, that's too much kiddie reminiscence, yugo and lucas ain't making it out. they're gonna blow the place up like gilda threatened. that's my prediction

-oof i'm rooting for you guys, but it ain't looking good

-okay, not gilda's explosion, but an explosion all the same.

-one asset of this manga is that it can make the truly sad moments pack a punch. like the separation with norman, ray's intention to die, emma seeing yugo. they’re noticeably more effective than everything else. even if you don't care up to that point, they still make you sit up.

-ah yes the obligatory afterlife scene, nice

-oof, that was a lot. that was heavy.

-is it truly minerva?

-i'm sorry, mr minerva sent two kids that couldn't handle WILD demons to find us...? with no real protection...? that sounds irresponsible.

-hayato's design, i really like it

-i guess hayato is good at stealth but still, they were so powerless against wild demons, what is minerva or "minerva" teaching these kids. i guess not combat, but STILL, he sent them out there

-zazie killing the demons about to eat emma, what a great panel

-a town inside a tree, that's cool

-NORMAN?! also, lol, norman? he grew like three years more than the others. he's a young man (in appearance), and emma and ray are children.

-they've earned that hug, emma and norman, they've earned it so hard

-"oh, my left ear? i left it at the house." lmao, what a way to put it

-gosh, i remember so few names, it's such a huge cast, i'm sorry.

-yeah, i expected ray to hit norman :D

-aww bb ray crying <3

-experimenting on children? hayato a fast runner.

-dude, the babies hanging from the ceiling imagery, the experimented-on children. dark.

-is this the part where we clap for norman's exposition monologue? 'cause it was a good one. too good to be true even.

-aw ray, norman and emma falling asleep together, my heart

-ray with the questions, that's why i like ray. a voice of level-headedness, but not your typical aloofness. just more-aloof-than.

-yeah, see, that's nice, ray knowing what emma truly wants, because ray's lived with emma and grown with emma and seen emma grow for two years now, and norman hasn't

-the dynamic i'm getting is, norman and emma can cordially disagree, and norman won't back down but won't stop emma from doing her thing, and ray is emma's ride-or-die, so whatever emma says, he'll be beside her even if he doesn't quite agree, because he just can't let her face the risk alone

-this is interesting, because it's emma vs everyone and it's never been that way. it's always been emma WITH everyone.

-we stan a friend that meets you where you are, not where *he* is or where he thinks you should be (ray and emma, i'm talking about them).

-lol, not me following the 'how to draw ray' tutorial, lmao

-hm? i'm sorry, hm? barbara eats demon meat...?

-yeah, if emma hears of norman's plan, she'll blow a gasket. back-stabbing alliances. that's not emma stuff.

-hmmm, norman detaching himself from emma instead of opening up and hugging her back. hmmmmm. hm i say.

-ha, my prediction for cordial disagreement and emma and ray going on their separate mission was spot-on!

-okay, an imprisoned demon in norman's basement wasn't what i expected to see when zazie opened that door, niiice

-"that's not what the demons are like," barbara says, a panel away from transforming into a kimetsu no yaiba demon

-yeah, because no matter what, norman technically killed the mass farm kids, or let them die. even if he had no other choice, even if it was seen as merciful in comparison, their deaths are still by his actions and norman actually does have a conscience.

-i'm low-key curious to see how s2 of the anime screwed up as much as i've seen reported, bc the manga structure works really well.

[onepiece-writer]

could I request kikunojo with a karate master s/o

Okay! But since you didn't include a prompt, i went to a fluff otp generator. Hope this is good.

pairing: Kiku x gn! Reader

warning: selfhate

genre: angst to fluff

Summary: You've been training Kiku for some time. But when you two clashed swords, she kept losing so much that she doubted her swordmanship

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"Nice one, Kiku!"

You two were training in a dojo, well your dojo exactly. Kiku started training with you after she found you stole her training place. Because of that, you were training her to see if she was worth the try.

But as you clashed swords, you saw her swordplay. Her sword moved in such an unusual way, genuinely fascinating to see. She trains everyday, so it's undoubtedly surprising to see her progressing this far. But still, she wasn't enough to beat you. 

"Good try, Kiku! You just needed to sharpen your senses!" You encouraged her. "Your swordplay was unusual, but stunning to watch".

"Ah, okay!" Kiku nodded to you as she whispered something. "I'll take that as a note."

You then wiped the sweat coming from your face, and put your sword in place. But as Kiku gets faraway, you can't help but notice the gloomy look on her face. 

…

The Sakura trees were blooming, dazzling every eye that met it. The pink radiant color that appears in every petal was stunning. The strong woods that supported the cherry blossoms were the reason that kids often play around it. But now, you saw her, devastated under the tree.

She then put her frightening mask on to hide her emotions. While doing so, you had to observe the situation. Otherwise, it won't be good. Kiku then proceeds to shed tears in her mask. Maybe for her, showing emotions is embarrassing. So she decided to bottle it up and be in tears when no one's around.

You then rushed to the scene, and sat right next to her.

"Kiku, are you okay?"

"I-i'm fine", she said with a crack in her voice. "Well, not really".

"If it's okay, can you tell me your problems?" You then opened her mask and wipes her tears with your hands. "It is safe here, Kikunojo."

Kiku then takes a deep breath, and proceeds to tell her problems.

"I don't know. I'm just frustrated. Maybe so much that I doubted myself."

"Why's that?"

"You see, after Oden-sama died, I was filled with guilt until they showed up. Luffytaro and others really helped me to show my true intentions. But still, why would I get tricked by that Kanjuro, to befriend him ,and get almost on my way to hell with Kanjuro defeating me?"

You take a deep breath. Right, the person you train is the Kikunojo of the Lingering Snow, of the nine Red Scabbards members. Well, eight exactly. After the battle with Kaido, she had lost an arm, but shrugged off like it was nothing. 

"I felt useless in front of Oden-sama. How could I let him be boiled alive by the bastard Orochi and Kaido? When I was defeated by you, the flashbacks of him getting boiled appeared in front of my eyes".

"Well, sorry for that-"

"No need to, because he died because of how weak I am. If I was stronger, no one would die that day. But I learned from the past, that I have to be stronger in order to protect anyone."

A silence was felt between you and Kiku. She has to learn self love, or else she will be dragged into a black hole of self hate. 

"Hey Kiku, I think you're ABC!"

"What's that?"

"Aesthetically, But Clumsy".

"Wha-"

"Listen, you need to love yourself. No need to blame yourself for everything that happened. Yes, you are weak, but does it matter even to your heart? I love you, so no matter what happens, you're always accepted in my heart".

"Thanks" Kiku giggled in response. "That was a smooth pick-up line there!"

"I-um thank you too!"

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when you spread self love post but you hated yourself

[gloriousncss]

Of course, it was a compliment to be asked for an interview. Gisela was a collector of gossip, and given what had transpired at the Grand Memoriam, she was eager to talk. Upon entering the room, it was very clear to her what her goal was; to defend her husband at all costs.

Hello, can you please tell me your name, country, && what role you provide your court?

"I am Queen Gisela of Germany," she said rather proudly, though the crown sitting atop of her head would have given that away, "I was previously a lady in waiting to Princess Eleanor Hatzfeld, though she is now my sister-in-law. I am recently married to the new King, Elias of Germany. I am the daughter of the late Dowager Baroness Von Galen and sister to the Baron Hugo Von Galen. As you can see, I come from a fine legacy."

And who do you believe to be your closest allies, either nations or individuals? Do you trust your allies?

"We are anxious to forge a future alliance with Spain via my brother-in-law, Prince Stefan's, betrothal to Princess Bianca of Spain," Gisela said with a genuine, yet demure smile, hands folded quaintly in her lap, "I am, however, less than enthusiastic about Reuben choosing Princess Joanna for his bride. She is a fine choice, to be sure, but doesn't Scotland seem a bit... full of itself? Self-righteous? Germany is entering into a new era, we can't let Scotland drag us back into old tradition."

Ah, yes, I see... how about your enemies, then. Who do you not align yourself with, and why?

"Trust me, these countries will have nothing to worry about from me. My biggest problem is my sister-in-law and her objections to my marriage," she rolled her eyes. After the queen had to tend to Elias's raw-slapped face when the party concluded, why shouldn't she complain in a private interview? "As if she has any say in the matter."

Interesting. Do you have a personal vendetta against any of the courts, or even individuals, here?

"There is much to be said about my husband's sister," she was intentional in not saying her former best friend, "Perhaps, if she had hurried along and found a match before her brother, she would've been the obvious choice for queen. I suppose now she is bitter and is attempting to tear about Germany from the inside out. It's shameful and rather anarchist of her, wouldn't you agree?"

What are your thoughts on the mysterious deaths in so many royal families?

"This cannot be a coincidence in the slightest, if you ask me," her arms were crossed now as her eyes began to dart to all sides of the room, observing the way it was decorated, "Whoever is behind this is trying to start a war. I would not take any of this lightly, if I were you."

How do you feel about the system of monarchy as a whole?

"I am loyal to the German Crown above all. King Elias is the obvious best choice for the crown, even if he wasn't the obvious choice to begin with due to his marital status. He is gentle and kind, yet he puts his country's well-being above all things. Not a single member of his family could say the same. They will all put their self-interests ahead of the crown."

So, what would be your best theory as to what is going on, then?

"There must be spies in the palace, in many of them. How else would all of these powerful rulers die all at once? We cannot trust anyone, even those that we might call friend."

Thank you for your time. Is there anything else you'd like to add, anything else that would be useful to the investigation?

"I think I've given you plenty of information to work with," Gisela rose to her feet, beginning to dust off her lap, "And when it comes down to it, ask yourselves which one of us seemed to be an open book and which one of us held their tongues. That should answer all the questions you may have."

[calmthefuckdownalright]

So I've read some of your writing and was wondering if you'd consider doing a HC's for the Bur's of your AU's in like how they would react with rejection?

Also happy Spooky Season!! 🎃

Ah yes, the thing we all fear. Rejection. Hardcore actually going to be difficult to write because I myself have never been rejected due to the fact I've never been the one to ask someone out due to a paralyzing terror of our topic 😃

(Also yay first HC!)

But I will do my best ✨

Front Lines of L'manBur (pun intended)🎼

Let's just say tears were shed...in private. Where no one could see him. Specifically on a hill in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night.

When F.L.o.L-Bur loves and puts his heart on the line he does it with full intent of possibly spending the rest of his life with that person so to be rejected/friendzoned would shatter him

Definitely a drama queen if you knock down one of his flirtatious comments

Angel AU Phantombur💀

Plays it off as a joke while secretly dying inside

No like really he starts to decay slowly inside which he has to get drunk on regen. potions to fix

I picture Phantombur kind of like a swan in this instance. They can actually die from a broken heart so to have his Angel deny him finally removes that smug smile off his face

Although he seems perfectly normal to everyone else and seems to brush off your rejection, the whole S.B.I crew knows he's a wreck over it and Philza has to remind him to eat

Ranboo almost burns down the potion shop from Phantombur's absence as he's terrified that you'll walk into the business and he'll have to face you one-on-one again

So. Many. Cigarettes.

Workplace AU Simpbur🌷

The world has ended. It's done. He took a leap of faith and plummeted to the ground

But really Simpbur accepts your decision but that doesn't stop him from openly expressing his affection and still trying to win you over. Some things he keeps to himself

If you can't be his now then he'll make sure you can in the future. Anyone who flirts with you gets a dark look from the lanky, but fairly muscled, guitarist.

All competition is eliminated and soon enough you'll begin to wonder why everyone who seems interested in you backs off until only one option remains. Him.

Then he'll have you and he won't ever let you go. So to summarize, Simpbur refuses to accept you'd deny him so he makes himself the only one who would want you.

Ghostbur💙

Oh poor Ghostbur...

When you told him you'd only love Alivebur and could never be with him in that way it hurt so much

Honestly I imagine him kind of getting into a realm of self-loathing for a split second. Kind of in a scenario of "why can't I be more like him?"

Actually now that I think about it that would make a great Spooky Season piece-

Ghostbur would kind of be a combination of Phantombur and Simpbur in the situation. He would attempt to make himself as much like Alivebur as possible, even going as far as experimenting with explosives once (spoilers: Philza did NOT like that).

Ghostbur would try his best to keep your friendship, your presence. He wants to be near you all the time even if you reject his affection that doesn't stop him from comforting you and giving you blue or lending you Friend whenever you seem a little down.

As of how he seems like Phantombur? Ghostbur would carry on in his duties down in the sewers when you weren't around and try and distract himself from the horrible pain in his chest.

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These are the 3 AU's on my list but if you want specific HC's for a specific version of C!Wilbur in my writings please specify. Ofc I had to add Ghostbur just because I've written quite a bit of him and I'll never pass up a chance to write our wonderful ghost-man.

Happy Spooky Season to you Anon! 🎃

[cheelduh]

How to get Hit-listed by a Stonehide Lawachurl (High School AU!)

Part 6 of the highschool au

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s a menace to everyone when playing dodgeball. Even as his new girlfriend, you’re no exception to his affinity for raising hell during the most tranquil of circumstances.

Warnings: Swearing, bad humor, and absolutely horrid spelling mistakes.

Words: 5.3k

Note: Longest chapter yet sheeeesh 🗿

Negotiation is an art.

Childe, or "Tartaglia" has utilized the art of negotiations in his daily life. Whether that be scamming the ninth graders with fake weed, or convincing the teachers why he doesn't deserve detention for injecting random fluids from the chem department into the school's resident pet frog.

All in all, by becoming an expert in the field of negotiations, Childe is nothing if not a master, tongue silver and smooth as he takes on a new opponent.

Which is why he dutifully negotiates with you on this Monday morning in front of the History classroom, getting down on one knee and pulling out a—

"I hope to Barbatos you aren't proposing Childe," You hiss, panicked eyes landing on the velvet box he's pulling out. "Considering that we're sixteen and still in highschool."

As if remembering those meagre details, Childe gulps and shoves the box back into his pocket. "Uhhh yeah, I was just, tying my shoelaces?" It comes out as a question.

You let out a sigh of relief, overlooking how he undoes his shoe laces just to do them all over again.

The ring burns in his pocket as he gets back up.

"Why did you call me here?" You ask, hand on your hip, foot impatiently tapping. The tap tap tap isn't because of impatience though, it's because you need something to cover the nervous palpitations of your heart.

He gives you a vicious smile, sinister enough to shake the bones of anyone who's observing, opens his daring mouth to show the imaginary sharpness of his teeth. Then with the confidence of about a hundred shirtless tiktok boys, he finally demands:

"If you don't become my girlfriend, I will kill—"

"Yeah sure thing." You answer before he can finish, soft smile growing.

Childe chuckles evilly, "I knew you'd say that, but I've come prep—wait a minute." He snaps out of his villain origin phase, stumbles back a bit, then his eyebrows are furrowing in confusion. "Did you just say yes?"

You nod, cheeks flaring up. "Don't make me repeat it." Then you look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.

For a second, Childe's internal conflict following the chain of this event causes him to temporarily malfunction, and all he can do it stare at you in amazement.

It's only when you tell him to stop staring and jump off the school roof is when he snaps out of his daze, a grin festering on his face.

He lunges straight at you, giving you no time to deflect him as he wraps his bone crushing arms around you, then lands a soft smooch on your forehead.

"Let go of me you idiot!" You barely wheeze out, light headed not only because of your lungs being squeezed like oranges, but also because of the sloppy kiss he's delivered so ungracefully.

He does so reluctantly, and you're unamused, wiping the stickiness off your forehead with a sleeve as he steps back.

"Ew what the fuck?" You say, glaring at him. "What's wrong with you?"

He completely ignores you, giddy with excitement. "Ah girly, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents and eat lunch together and kiss each other during break—"

"Slow down." You tell him, as red as a tomato towards all his suggestions. "We've barely started dating."

"Oh," Childe stops momentarily, then nods in agreement. "You're right. We should start small. How about I walk you to class?"

"We're already in front of class." You nudge your head towards the classroom, and catch Zhongli and Venti peeking from the side of the door, trying not to be obvious.

You narrow your eyes at them threateningly.

Childe tugs your arm, lovingly looking you up and down. "Let's walk to class together anyways. In a circle."

A complete waste of time, yet it's impossible to say no to the face he's making.

Before you guys depart he suddenly stops, gasping loudly, remembers something important. "I have to make a quick phone call."

Childe speed dials Scaramouche, and the latter picks up annoyed, answers the phone with muffled sounds in the back. Something that sounds a bit like pleading and whimpering.

He then mutters something that forces dread into your system. "You can release the hostages."

You hear Scaramouche groan on the other end, muttering a "such a pain in my ass", but choose not to question it immediately.

As soon as the phone call is done and you're back by his side, you point at his phone questioningly. "What hostages Childe?"

He gives you a close eyed smile, taking the fifth.

"What hostages Childe?" You repeat again weakly.

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First period goes by smoothly for the most part. Lisa, your so called best friend, once again is bought off like a corrupted politician by your new boyfriend. She sits far away from you, leaving you without any defences against the menace that dotes on you a bit too much.

Throughout class, all Childe does is score Venti's colourful pens, and then writes you annoying little love notes, using the expert origami skills he's learnt from Anthon to deliver them to you.

Despite the threat of distraction these notes pose, the corners of your lips can't help but tug upwards at his enthusiasm and attempt at poetry.

Zhongli makes sure not to ask you two any questions the entire class, leaving you to your own accord.

Lunch comes around soon enough, and your usual table of Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, and Lisa is disturbed by the torpedo that is Childe, and he brings collateral with him.

Kaeya whole-heartedly ceases the opportunity to sit near his stoic statue of a brother purely with the intention to annoy the premature crap out of him, but one look from the redhead sends the chicken-shit right back where he came from.

When Childe forcefu—lovingly feeds you the smiley fries and dinosaur nuggets his stunning mom packed him, Diluc looks just about ready to hurl.

Lisa winks at you two, Kazuha doesn't even bother looking, and Jean tries with upmost effort to keep Diluc from launching himself at the whipped fatui boy basking in your attention.

"Quit embarrassing me." You whisper-exclaim sharply, noticing how Jean passes Diluc—all green in the face, a puke bag discreetly. "Shouldn't you be doing something illegal right now? Or vaping in the stalls?"

"I quit vaping for you girlie." Childe boops your nose with his finger. "Well, at least full time. I still need a puff when I'm around Signora, to like, get rid of her awful vibes."

While it is endearing how he quit vaping for you, it doesn't lessen the need for you to bury yourself alive right here and now.

Then you sigh, pick up a Dino nuggie, and shove it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking your finger. You die inside.

"There, you happy?" The action of feeding him is so...intimate, it sets your heart aflame.

Childe's a lovesick puppy when he chews, imaginary tail wagging a hundred times a second. "Can I have a kiss too?"

Diluc slams his hands on the table and stands up, hurriedly picks up his grape juice and makes a break for it. You don't blame him.

"I'll kill you." You smack him with a napkin, blazing red. "I'll end your pathetic little life right here and now."

By the end of lunch, Lisa and Jean have to restrain you so you don't break the world record for the maximum amount of mutilations that can be done on a single body.

Fourth period is a break. A break from Childe you mean. It's expected of the school's resident bad boy aka menace to skip classes in order to skip over the bodies of his victims.

You bask in the momentary peace, until it's disrupted by a tap on the window. Reckon it's nothing, maybe a bird flew into it, because intentional taps are impossible from the third floor. Except your conviction is hindered yet again by another tap.

What a nuisance.

You finally turn to look outside the window, face down, and spot Childe waving incessantly, rocks in hand, oozing with excitement that can't be concealed and a grin that nearly takes you into cardiac arrest. Without meaning to, you send him a small smile, waving back as Baal drones on about quantum superposition.

Successful in gaining your attention, he moves aside to reveal the hefty corpse of a stonehide lawachurl with a destructive path in its wake. The ridges and bumps of its hide are enough to do a number on the road, ruining the school's playing field.

Your smile drops down into a horrified frown in the span of a few seconds.

"Wow." Albedo, your lab partner whispers from next to you, for the first time distracted in class.

"Yeah," Kaeya whistles from behind you two, one hand supporting his head. "What a gesture."

"Y/N, I'd be grateful if you could possibly obtain a black crystal horn for me from the specimen." The blonde asks, entranced by the corpse that your boyfriend is flaunting off to you with pride.

"Aren't those things endangered cutie?" Lisa makes sure to butt in, as per usual.

Yes. Your boyfriend with several issues and an affinity for chaos brought you the corpse of an endangered geo-infused creature that's five times the size of him. During school hours too, the fiend. Like a cat dragging the corpse of a dead mouse to its owner.

You groan into your hands, heart racing while the fire is coursing through your veins.

That idiot.

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Childe is exceptional at a lot of things, like the switch and making weapons out of seemingly harmless things (e.g shiv out of a toothbrush), but what he prides in the most is physical education. With washboard abs, uber tall height, and a dickish smile to top it all, he has everything it takes to showcase his top tier athletic abilities.

He pounces at the opportunity to show off in front of you, wanting nothing more than to have you fawn over his strength. He's sure it'll be enough to have you all over him, wrapping your cute little arms around his muscled ones, passing him his water bottle and dabbing away at the sweat on his forehead. Most of all, he daydreams you planting your soft lips on his to congratulate him after a big game.

Physical education, for you, is a pain. You may be good with your brain, but games exert more energy than necessary, and coordination that lacks logic entirely. You're just here for the credit. The over-achiever part of you walks the extra mile to ensure a grade in the high nineties.

Although witnessing Childe clad in the school shorts and matching polo shirt is enough to make this worth your while, you'll die before admitting it. Especially when he gawks at you as if it's the first time you're wearing the sports uniform yourself. It has you fidgeting with your fingers and tugging your shorts down nervously.

You try not to flip him off like you usually do, especially since it's not even been twenty four hours since he's asked you out.

Mr.Zhongli blows a whistle, calling all the students over to surround him. It's odd that he teaches most of the subjects at this school, seemingly the only adult present, but no one questions it in fear of genshin logic. Moving on, he explains that you have a dodge ball game today.

Lisa groans beside you. She hates anything that requires the exertion of energy, oftentimes bringing a book to read while everyone else screams in the background.

You're relieved, mainly because Childe and Tohma are usually captains, and Childe always picks you to be on his team as a means to flex his skills. For you, it means sitting back and watching him carry your team towards a straight A.

However, all your dreams are crushed when Zhongli announces the team leaders.

"Y/N, I trust that you'll lead the blue team to the upmost of your ability. Childe, prepare to lead the opposing red team."

Your knees shake as you stare at him in disbelief. "But Sir—"

"No buts Y/N." He scolds you lightly, checking off your names on the clip board. "I'd like to witness your exceptional leadership skills."

In reality, Zhongli just wants to reenact a lovers-on-opposing sides trope, wanting to see how the two of you crack under the pressure. In a way, it is an exercise of leadership.

Instead of picking teams, Zhongli assigns teams for the both of you according to his own judgement, trying to make it as fair as possible.

Lisa pats your back after your teammates are assigned, trying to cheer you up. "It's going to be okay. You guys are dating now, so he'll go easy on you."

You look up to meet Childe's eyes from across the court. He gives you a charming smile, which turns downright barbaric as he lifts up a thumb and motions to slash his neck with it. Then he wickedly mouths "I'm going to destroy you."

You blink and turn away as fast as you can in fear. "We're fucked."

Lisa, witnessing the entire ordeal nods alongside you, doing nothing to reassure you because she herself has given up.

Suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder gripping you tightly. "Let's wipe the floor with that g*nger." The voice is ice cold, threatening enough to send a shiver down your bones.

You turn to meet Rosaria, who frowns at you. Most of the time she doesn't really put an effort in dodgeball, but she must've seen your crestfallen expression, trying to comfort you in her own detached way.

Rosaria is the other school nurse in training, alongside Barbara, but somehow her patients end up more injured, sick, or mentally defiled than before they entered the room. She also spends after hours beating up Chads in the school parking lot. Also runs a blog with her booby co-author Kaeya that emphasizes mostly on the dark knight hero.

Spotting the rest of your team behind her, you begin to criticize them one by one.

Standing against the wall is Kaeya, pushing both his biddies up with his crossed arms like an absolute whore. He's breaking about several dress code rules right now. Venti is next to him, drunk off his butt as he beat boxes with Tohma.

Eula mutters under her breath, on and on about seeking revenge on Zhongli for putting her beloved Amber on the opposing team, promising him an unfortunate fate. Xiao is miserably squatting on the floor, sharp eyes observing everyone in the gym, scowl not ready to dissipate anytime soon.

Then you look over at Childe's team in the distance. Jean with a determined look on her face as she listens to Childe's game plan, and Diluc crossing his arms with his brows furrowed in concentration. Even Amber, the best baller in the school, is stretching out her arms, assisted by the gifted princess of the school, Ayaka.

Not only that, but Childe has the king of dodging on his team—Kaedehara goddamn Kazuha. Beidou shoots you a wicked smirk, winking at you until she's disrupted by Ningguang's shove.

"Oh my god." You cry out when the realization hits you, falling to your knees in despair. "We're completely fucked!"

"No we aren't." Rosaria mutters lowly. "You're only fucked if you want to be. Don't you dare throw in the towel before the fight has even begun."

"But I—"

"Stop it." She grumbles again, rolling her eyes. "You're being annoying now. If you lose the game, that makes him the dom. Don't you want to be the dom?"

She's right. You do want to be the dom.

Her words of encouragement, and not at all veiled insults somehow allow you to find motivation deep within yourself. You get up and stomp towards the rest of your team, calling their attention with your newfound confidence.

"Listen here soldiers!" You shout out, determination clear as day. "I know I am not capable of leading. I know that I barely have the physical capabilities needed to defeat the opposite team."

You take a deep breath, pointing at your cutie patootie boyfriend across the gym as you seethe. "But that man, that harbinger of chaos, that instrument of war, is nothing but a tyrant. And I cannot let such a tyrant be a victor in this battle. Not when innocent lives are at stake."

Tohma speaks up, sending you a bewildered look. "What lives—"

"Shut the fuck up soldier!"

"Yessir!" He immediately stiffens, saluting you.

"Are you ready soldiers?" Your voice booms, and everyone reinforces their priorities, except for Kaeya though. He just lazily smirks.

After Zhongli places the balls in the middle, everyone prepares for the battle of the century.

'Gods, please let us win this war' you pray to the archons above, closing your eyes in concentration.

'Give me the strength to flex my superior skills' Childe wishes, then adds on quickly 'also I want to dominate this world.'

'Give me the strength to make it to Friday.' Rosaria prays for nobody but herself, rolls her eyes at all the unnecessary dramatics of this dodgeball game.

"3..." "2..." "1..."

Zhongli ends the countdown by blowing hard into a whistle, signaling the beginning of the game.

Not even two seconds later a ball whooshes past a few of you at the speed of light, followed by a tail of fire. The ball of death kisses Kaeya square in the nose, sending him reeling back into a wall with enough sheer force to cause an indent.

Everyone winces.

Before you all can reel in from the initial shock and make sense out of wherever the hell that asteroid came from, Zhongli's voice booms throughout the gymnasium.

"Mr. Ragnvindr, headshots are strictly forbidden. You are out!"

With a scoff, Diluc, satisfied with his work, leaves the court with no apparent qualms. He accepts his defeat with the upturned corners of his lips.

Rosaria pokes Kaeya's body with the tip of her heels, then cringes when he shakes awake, up from his short lived knockout and sends a wink her way.

"Getting handsy when I'm unconscious? I didn't think you'd be one to partake in such vulgar activities." His eye twinkles in mischief, and if his momentary defeat at the hands of brother has him fuming, he doesn't show it one bit.

The only thing that keeps Rosaria from knocking him out for real is the blood that trails down onto his lip. She doesn't want to clean blood off her shoes, especially since it's a pain in the ass to get off.

You're about to tell them to get up and take this seriously, but a softball does your job for you when it darts straight at Rosaria. With pristine accuracy, the girl manages to pitch herself away last minute.

You swivel in Childe's direction, who wears a remorseless grin, which only grows wider once you pick up a blue softball next to your feet.

The glare that he receives has him shaking in exhilaration. More so than the elation he'd felt when he took down that Stonehide Lawachurl for you, as a gift of promise.

You begin to bark out orders. "Eula, Xiao, and Rosaria cover the front and act as decoys."

They nod immediately, but Xiao still clicks his tongue in distaste as he starts following orders.

Then you offer Kaeya a hand. "Get up princess. You're on sniper duty."

With Diluc out of commission, the battle is fair and square now considering both sides have the same amount of people. Ergo, no one's at a disadvantage.

That is—until Lisa fake trips over pure air, landing on the floor in a dramatic slow motion.

You roll your eyes.

"Oh dear! I think I've twisted something." She cries out, crawling away from the battle field, acting as if she's paralyzed completely. "Don't worry about me. I'll cheer you on from afar. The battle has begun, and it seems as if I've become the first casualty."

You don't let the countless amount of Lisa's betrayals get to you, even this one. It's just her personality to flake out on anything and everything that requires her to do more than below the bare minimum.

Focusing on the match, your eyes are only on Childe, just as his are on you.

You aim the ball straight at his ribs, step back a bit, then propel the ball in the air with as much energy as you can, using your entire body as a power outlet. The ball spins in the air, reaching the awaiting victim.

Childe, unbothered, dodges the ball with perfect precision, the ball not even grazing his clothes at the least.

Your jaw drops open, and you're about to move for another ball until he grabs the same ball you threw at him. With the sharpness of a predator locking in on its pray, he focuses on you like a missile locks on its target, launching the ball in the air for power that has you trembling, second to the powerful ball that was thrown by Diluc.

With your pupils dilated at your impeding doom, it's Xiao that grabs you and thrusts away.

The ball lands on the floor, smoke rising.

"Holy shit!" You shriek over everyone else's grunts and shuffles. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Isn't it poetic?" Childe shouts back while he slides away from the balls being thrown. "Lover against lover. Either you're by my side, or in my way. And right now, you're in my way." He narrows his eyes dangerously. "Albeit reluctantly, I will take the victory babe. Even if we are on opposing sides."

"There was zero reluctance in that throw asshole!"

You thank Xiao, who wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Filthy humans. So pathetic and weak."

Mildly offended, you roll your sleeves up and begin to fight with everything you've got as soon as he walks away.

The dodgeball game goes as expected for the most part, Eula carrying for most of it with the flow of her skills.

Tohma actually tries like the presumptuous asshole he is, aims straight for his girlfriend Ayaka, and takes her out completely. His only justification for that is "I ain't no simp!"

He shelves his cocky attitude when facing Childe with a sense of dignity and prestige you didn't think he had in him.

The two one of a kind fuckbois puff out their chests so that they look more hefty than they are, having some kind of an Alpha match. The 'me stronger than you. me dominant. me get all the women' type beat.

Unfortunately, Childe manages to fence him with his throws, and lo and behold, the square off ends with a dejected Tohma dragging his feet to the nearest bench.

Eula oversees that Ningguang and Beidou meet a quick end, taking their slower dodging to her advantage. You're actually rooting for her, tasting a sliver of victory that you haven't reached yet. So close, yet so far.

Amber trips on herself in the middle of throwing a what should've been coordinated ball, and it loses most of its momentum. Xiao is directly in front of it, and will probably be able to catch it with ease.

Ah, another short victory.

If Childe loses his expert baller, he's only left with Kazuha and Jean, whom's lack in the art of throwing is made up by their ability to dodge most of the fastballs.

However, all your plans and hopes are crushed when Eula slides in front of Xiao last minute, sticks out her foot, and let's the pathetic product of Amber's would-be downfall hit her on the leg with the total force of about 0.0000001 newtons.

Your chances of winning have just went down by a staggering 60%.

"Eula!" You cry out, collapsing on the ground. "How could you?"

Tohma cups his mouth and bellows obnoxiously from the bench. "SIMP!"

"I cannot avenge my clan if I win a false victory." Eula crosses her arms, casting her gaze down in visible uncomfortableness. "Amber will pay her dues in two business days. Mark my words."

It all a load of cap. She's sleeping with the enemy and you know it.

You grit your teeth. Fuming with an abundance of rage, you pick up three balls and throw them all back to back, taking out Amber and Kazuha simultaneously.

Childe's heart flutters in another kind of delight when you pluck out his team members one by one with no hints of remorse.

In retaliation, Jean and Childe work in sync to swiftly take care of a distracted Rosaria.

"Shit." You hiss underneath your breath.

It's Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, and you who are the only remainders of your short-lived team. It's still two more people than Childe and Jean, giving you the upper hand briefly.

It's a mystery to everyone how Venti is still standing. You reckoned you would've lost him as collateral during the beginning of the match, but it seems he's able to hold his own.

When you squint hard enough, you realize that Xiao has been t-posing in front of the nonchalant SoundCloud rapper that's about as high as a kite. He must've been defending him throughout the entire round.

His defenses are all in vain once Childe correlates another attack with Jean, sharp-shooting four rapid balls that are secured on their targets.

Xiao swerves to the side, avoiding most of them, until one is about to reach a nonchalant as shit Venti.

You scream at him, eyes widening as you run towards them in slow motion. "NOoOoOOOo-"

The yaksha doesn't waste a moment, shifting so that he's covering Venti's body with his own, which to be honest is a pretty heartwarming sight.

The ball hits his lean back, a sharp thud following when it hits the floor.

Xiao is out. But his sacrifice is so inspiring that it brings tears to Zhongli's eyes, makes everyone in the gym go silent in awe.

Even the sadistic Childe melts, cerulean eyes gaining back their light, halting his fire.

When Xiao finally uncovers Venti's body, he speaks from the bottom of his dead heart. "I'd do anything for you..."

Venti shakes out of his baked state, blinking at him stupidly with a nervous chuckle. "Ehe~? I don't even know who you are."

The entire class sweat drops. Whatever slip of compassion on Childe's face earlier has become nothing but a memory. Even your eyes dim.

The next time Childe aims and locks at Venti, it's not with malicious intent. It's a favour, for you. In a way it adds dimension to who he is and the lengths he's willing to go for you, even at war.

Venti steps away with a bounce in his gait, hands behind his head.

Kaeya and you are the only ones left standing now, and the game becomes too tight knit to tell which side's going to win. It becomes utter chaos, balls being launched every second, stamina slowly decreasing as everyone lurches away from their demise.

As laid-back  and charming as the boy presents himself to be in front of the ladies, he's not very patient when it comes to facing circumstances like these. He's side lined for most of the match, finding it boring. And when Kaeya gets bored, the intensity of the tide changes, and everyone knows they're going to get a run for their money.

Kaeya coasts a hand around your hips, pulls you real close, purposefully leaning his bust into the side your innocent arm.

When Childe's smile drops, and the glint in his eyes reads 'DANGER' in full caps, you know it's time to be properly scared.

Your blood runs cold, mouth opening briefly and then clamping shut immediately.

"I'm so glad to be on your team Y/N. Maybe this'll give us the chance to become...closer." His hot breath fans against your ear, voice loud enough to be heard by onlookers.

Suddenly everything stops, falling into an unsettling silence.

You attempt glance at Childe, being met with a glare that's directed at the Captain of the Skating team. The ball in the orange-haired boy's hand deflates from the sheer intensity of the squeeze.

The tension becomes unreadable. Even Zhongli is caught mid-sip with his tea.

Quickly, you shrug off Kaeya's arm. "Childe, he's just fucking with you—"

Childe cuts you off by hurling a ball with nothing but the objective of cold blooded murder.

Kaeya whizzes past you, successfully ducking to avoid the hit, and his amused laugh rings through your ears. He rolls away from the following attacks, chucking his own series of colourful balls.

The events that unfold are blood-curdling enough to make even Satan boil his pants with diarrhea.

You take the clear opportunity presented by their concurrent dumbassery to take out Jean, the ace of the other team.

Childe's rage blows over when Kaeya eventually loses interest and takes the L, playfully winking at you while walking backwards to the rest of your team.

Now that all the distractions are dealt with, Childe's eyes flicker to you, and you share a murderous glance.

"Finally," He slaps the softball with a free hand, lips thinning into a homicidal smile. "I've been waiting for this. You better not disappoint me."

While Childe may be a violent anarchist who's only aspiration in life is to become a government contracted killer, he's also supposed to be your sweet boyfriend.

Slowly, you inch towards the front. "We don't have to do this Childe. We can coexist peacefully."

"Peace was never an option Y/N." He sighs, cracking his neck. "Besides—how else can I prove myself in your eyes? You may be my greatest weakness, but you are also my greatest adversary."

"I don't know, maybe start with not trying to obliterate me?"

"I'm obliterating you out of respect." He counters with a playful pout.

"Well I'll be paying my respects to your grave!" You lurch ahead into a sudden assault, yeeting as many balls as you can his way.

"That's my girl!" Childe whistles, grin widening psychotically when he goes all out, leaving you with an absence in favorable openings.

Out of nowhere, the fire alarms start going haywire, along with a beep in the PA system, which stops you two in your tracks.

A panicked voice of who you assume to be Yanfei shrieks through the comms. "CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! EVACUATE THE BUILDING, THERE'S A STONEHIDE LAWACHURL ON THE PREMISES."

As if on cue, the ground starts rumbling and a Stonehide Lawachurl bursts through the halls and into the gym, looking around for something. Or rather, someone. It's sharp bumps and ridges make an indent on the floor, cracking it in.

Everyone falls into a state of panic, Zhongli trying his best to evacuate the class from the emergency back door as quickly as possible. "Settle down class, we have to follow protocol."

You, devoid of any emotion or sense of fear, turn to your boyfriend in such a calm manner it strikes an ominous dread in his stomach.

You stare.

Childe stares harder.

“I thought you killed it."

"I did." He retorts slowly, switching to gaze at the raging beast in amazement.

"Then why is it in the school!" You seethe, glaring daggers at his side profile.

Childe chuckles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck. "I may or may not have stuffed the body in the boys washroom. Y'know, for safe keeping?"

The Lawachurl locks it's gaze on you, the prey, and then roars furiously. Turning into its geo-enhanced state, it begins charging at you with all its might, the target being solely Childe.

Leave it to your boyfriend to get on the hit list of an endangered beast.

"Fear not my vibrant girlfriend. Our first date can be surviving this." Childe cheekily kisses the top of your trembling hand before grasping it tightly and making a run for it.

[meenah-chan]

Safe Haven ~Epilogue~

A Barbatos x GN! MC fanfic

1.98k words

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Trigger warning: None

Requested by: @romaissa Thank you for waiting for this. I apologize for the wait. This turns out the way as I imagined it to be, more or less. I felt so fluffy as I edited this for the last time. I hope you'll like this last part. Enjoy~~ 😚✨💖💖💖

Part 1 (Safe Haven) | Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~)

Masterlist

A Barbatos x GN! MC fanfic

1.98k words

Genre: angst

Trigger warning: None

It was the same cliff… trees and breeze... The same dusk… But the voice calling them were not anymore...

… sensitive yet capable... One that withstand pain and hardship yet kept their gentleness.

Despite it being in the middle of the day, the sky enveloping the Devildom is dark. Very unlike that place. A place where the sun would shine so brightly even from the back of their mind. Not the human world where they grew up. Not the Celestial realm they visited once. It was only the Devildom whose light came from the moon and not the sun. Should the moon doesn’t exist in this kingdom, it’ll surely be pitch black.

Yet, in the dimness of the kingdom they’ve suddenly been to... Who would have thought I would meet my sun in such a place? A smile formed on their face as they delved deeper in their thoughts.

As they did so, a strong wind blew past them. It was strong, they didn’t notice someone approaching them.

“Oh!” a pat on their shoulder snapped them back from their deep thoughts.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” They flit their head behind and meet with the same, familiar eyes.

“Lord Diavolo... Nothing. And Queen Rose? Did something happen?” Their surprised demeanor was replaced with a confused one. Why wouldn’t it? Since unless some responsibility on the Kingdom required to, the royal couple is technically attached at the hip. Which is still pretty rare.

“Stop with those formalities. You’re making me sad.” As if he were not such a tall, well-built demon, Diavolo looks at them like a weeping dog.

“Alright, I’m just teasing you... So, what happened?”

“Rose got angry over one of my posts on Devilgram.” His pout becomes more obvious as he complains to them like a child.

“Oh, that picture.” Diavolo didn’t have to elaborate further for them to guess which one it is. It was a picture of Diavolo pecking the Queen on her cheek on their bed chamber.

“Even if I were her, I would be mad. You’re the rulers of Devildom after all. You can’t afford showing any vulnerability to your people.”

“But love is our strength!” He emphasized the last word with his hand gesture and furrowed brows.

Which only received a giggle from the human. “You sound like those princesses in the movie we watched yesterday.”

“Hey, I’m being serious… Since when did you take her side anyway?”

“I’m just speaking with reason.”

“You’re so harsh these days. Where is the angel I knew? Barbatos is rubbing on you a bit too much.”

“I won’t be if you were a bit more reasonable. And remember, Simeon can be scary too sometimes.”

Diavolo paused for a moment to think. “Right.” And let out a sigh. “Why can't I win a debate with you? I'm the King, you know.”

“Then be glad I'm an ally.”

“But Y/N...” Diavolo stared at them for a moment. “I noticed you're becoming more beautiful. More than ever.”

“...Where’s Queen Rose? She needs to know the king’s flirting with his ex—”

“Hey, I don't mean it! I mean, not that way! You're beautiful as a friend.”

“Beautiful more than ever as a friend, yes?”

“I mean it with pure intention! And Rose is the most beautiful! You know that!”

“Most beautiful. Favorite line, huh…” They sassily fiddled with their nails as they stared at it.

“Let's settle this here? I-I'll even grant you a wish.”

They glanced at him from their nails and stared at him. “Pfft— Hahaha!! I'm kidding, I’m kidding, pfft— hahaha! You should have seen your face, hahaha!”

“Are you messing with me again?” He frowned at them.

“I was but, hey. A wish from the King is rather enticing.”

Looking straight in their eyes, “Are you still mad because of our past?” he asked. As if he's been holding this question back for so long. In guilt of what they have been through because of him.

And with a smile, they replied “No.”

It was the truth.

They could never hold anything against Diavolo. They can never hate the man they fell in love with…

“Your face is just so hilarious I can't help it.” Rather, they wanted to see that expression one last time. That expression I adored way too much, as I fell beside the cliff.

“Since when did you become so fickle?” Yet despite his words, a sense of relief emanates from the Royal Demon.

He is now certain. He is finally free from the shackles he created himself. And they...

“Spare Barbatos some slack. Some regular day offs will do too and you’ll be absolved of your offense.” Without Diavolo being able to snap a last glance on their face, they turned their back to him and started walking. Despite it, a smile formed on his face.

“Consider it done...” He said as they wave as a response before disappearing from his sight.

I see you’re finally free from my curse... Diavolo chuckled as he left to return to his queen, ready to ask for another forgiveness.

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“Y/N.” It was the same cliff. The same trees and breeze. The same dusk who witnessed everything. But the voice calling them were not the prince’s anymore.

“Barbatos, you’re early.”

“I apologize for always making you wait for me but,” worry was showing on his face as he looked at them. “...do you always wait here this early?”

“Don’t mind it. I love waiting for you.” Barbatos’ heart skipped a beat from their words, a tint of pink forming on both person’s ear tips.

“A-Ah, right. You didn’t tell me you'll plant some flowers here.” They touched the petals of the Forget-me-not flowers as if to avert the butler’s attention.

It was as healthy as the one they took care of or perhaps even healthier.

“Were they not to your liking?”

“No, I… love them.”

“Then I'd be glad if that were the case. I raised them with the thoughts of you after all.” Even though Barbatos’ remarks were always like that, they couldn’t help but feel bashful everytime.

“Seriously, how can you say some cheesy lines so smoothly?”

“Hmm? I don’t recall saying such things.” He lifted a knuckle under his chin while glancing upward as if in thoughts.

“This guy..!” All they could do is shut up and frown. They couldn’t remember a time where they actually won on Barbatos’ wordplays.

“Is there something that displeases my flower?” Barbatos moved towards them when the frown they wore turned into a sad smile when they glanced again at the blue flowers.

“Well...” they sighed, Barbatos now stepping in to caress their face. “I just remembered the poor flowers I destroyed that day. I cared for them for a long time only to die from my own hands.”

Barbatos brushed his thumb to their cheek, fondness reflected in his eyes. “But they didn’t.” It was still like a dream for him to be able to hold them freely as he wished.

“What do you mean? Of course they will. I pulled them all off the ground myself.”

“Would you believe me if I said this plant was your flower’s seedlings and roots?”

“Y-You mean..!?” The human’s eyes snapped back to the Forget-me-nots. That’s probably why the flowers have the exact same shade and size as back then.

“I thought it’ll be a great gift for you.” He let them go to squat and check the flowers closely.

It took a while as they observed and admired the lush flowers. It was a comfortable silence, as Barbatos watched his favorite bud.

“Hey Barbatos.” Finally satisfied from staring at it, they rose on their feet. “I had some silly idle thoughts a while ago.”

“What is it?” He asked. But unlike them, the demon butler’s eyes never left his favorite flower. He could spend another millenia just gazing at them, and still say it’s the best sight he's ever seen.

“Devildom is a dark place no matter how I try to think of it.” He watch their back across the nightfall. The way the cold breeze brush through their locks. Those subtle shivers they give off as chills bites at their sensitive yet capable arms. One that withstand pain and hardship yet kept their gentleness.

“Then how come of all places, I’ll meet my sun there?” He tread beside them, not minding their words.

Not even the fondness in Barbatos’ eyes yields. Not in the slightest.

He knew. It was Diavolo. It will always be his Young Master. “He was so bright. So dazzling yet I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Diavolo will always be my sun.” And he… He already accepted this fact a long time ago. Staying by their side, until they found their happiness, is more than enough for him.

So instead of reacting, he removed his coat and placed it over their shoulder.

“I won’t forget. I will cherish the memories he left, no matter how painful it is. After all, he and the memories,” but they were thinking differently from Barbatos. They spun on their feet, suddenly facing him, who was just a few inches away from them, “...they all led me to my moon.” Their eyes were glistening, with him reflected in it. It took his breath– his words away.

“Shining through my darkest nights. Cradling me with its gentle light. Brushing off the tears from my eyes. My precious moon, who helped me remember that there’s still happiness beyond my sorrow.” They reached for his face. “Nights were supposed to be cold, yet he brings warmth instead. And you know what’s the most amusing thing?”

“In Devildom, whether it is day or night, you can see the moon in its brightest.” He never wants to assume anything, yet the way their thumb runs across his cheek so tenderly… The hope he hid with all his might, surges out wanting to be freed.

“Oh, but there is just one problem with my moon. He was so selfless, he wouldn't take me to himself.” The hand next to his cheek moved and brushed to the tip of his nose.

“Pardon?” He thought he finally sealed it away so perfectly, so why… With just a single touch…?

“I don’t wanna be single forever yet he keeps on ignoring my signs...”

“Wait, you mean…” But his promise… his vow to them...

“I still can’t say I don’t have any more feelings with Diavolo but I swear, I mean it. That’s why I’m already taking this to my hands… Hey–!” The knot within Barbatos’ heart came undone, along with the stream of tears he’s holding back due to their dreamlike words.

“Barbatos. Hey, don’t cry.”

They tried scooping his face with both hands only to stop by his own.“I’m so happy.” He placed one of their hands on his chest. It was warm, with his heart practically drumming crazily fast.

He never knew it’s possible to feel happier than the day they allowed him by their side. Incomparably so. It was at that moment he felt so… alive.

“I thought it’ll be a great gift for you.”

“This is the greatest gift I’ve ever received in my life.” He pulled their other hand and placed a tender kiss on its palm.

“I wonder if I can surpass this next time.”

“Then how about a kiss? Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask,” They took another step towards him, “I love you, my Luna.”

“I love you more, my Flora.” Barbatos sewed the space between them and soon, two breaths became one. All the words dissolved between their lips. Yet, all the emotions bottled up within poured out.

Of loneliness. Of longing. Of elation. Of attachment and inclination. With a spice of passion and devotion. All swirling together, filling the gaps in their hearts.

They parted just to converge again, like how their threads of fate crossed, unraveled and intertwined together.

The coldness of the night now utterly nonexistent within their moment, as they were embraced by the vivid rays of moonlight.

Part 1 (Safe Haven) | Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~)

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[a-vampire-culturelover]

Pneuma- Another Adventure time oc-related fic because im starting to really like making these >:3

“Hey Moon?”

“Yes Eustace?” ”Why is there a portal to the Nightosphere and Garbages body?” Eustace asked, terrified at the gray, lifeless body of his best friend floating and staring at the wall.

“Oh yeah we summoned Hunson Abadeer and he got his soul sucked out.” ”Why would you do that?!” ”He listened to me when I said, ‘hey let’s summon the ruler of the nightosphere and get Garbages soul sucked.” Moon added as Garbages body banged its head into the wall, groaning and making Eustace shudder. ”Dammit! Now we gotta go get him back!” You’re probably wondering what the hell is going on: Well it's simple. See Moon dared Garbage to summon Hunson Abadeer, ruler of the Nightosphere, and "get his soul sucked or something"; And Garbage, being the dense piece of trash that he is as a vampire cat, misinterpreted it as flirting with the ruler of literal hell. "Ayyy, Abadeer. Buddy, Pal." "Why did you summon me?" "Ah you know, don't play dumb. Like you know that whole soul thing?" "You want me to steal your soul?" "Yeah you can steal my soul anytime~." "Really?" Abadeer said with intent that Garbage immediately regretted. "Wait no I didn't mean it like that, I-I don't want to die a virgin!-" And just like that, Moon watched as her friend had his soul stolen right before her eyes, while doing jack-squat about it. And there Eustace was, calling Hierophant to come back to the apartment to watch over his best friend's body so nothing happened to it, as he dragged Moon and Empress with him to deal with the situation and go get back Garbage's soul back from Hunson. The three were currently on their way to Marceline's home, hoping the daughter of Abadeer, and also the one who killed the vamps years ago, could convince Abadeer to give it back. 'He better or else'. Eustace thought as he bickered with Empress. The taller of the vamps was pretty upset at him due to Eustace blaming Moon for Garbage losing his soul, and to be fair she had a point. Eustace was bitchin' around by that point after all. Yet still, he feared so dearly for his longtime friend, and despite the shit he had to put up with Garbage, he still cared about him. Hopefully after this was over bitch-slapping Garbage for making such a dumb mistake could wait; He'd be happy just to see Garbage's body with that dumb smile and not lifeless with cold eyes like it was now. "So you need my help getting my dad to give back someone's soul?" "Yes. You literally can't say no I just want my friend back." "Fine." Marceline complained as she set up the portal, not happy that she'd have to see her dad again because he was stealing souls(again.) Before Eustace even knew it, he could see what looked like a kitchen, and a man of Abadeer's description making something. "Welp, im going to talk with Edgard. Let me know when you're done bitching to Abadeer about Garbage's soul." Moon spoke as she left. "Hey dingwad! You stole my friend's fucking soul!" He yelled at Abadeer as the rule of the Nightosphere turned around confused, eating a sandwich. On the counter was jar labelled "Garbage's Soul", the poor thing whipping around in the cramped space. "He said he wanted me to." "Yeah, well he's a dumbass and said that he wanted you to because he thought he was supposed to be flirting with you!" "Oh. Well too bad, it's mine now." Hunson spoke as Eustace yoinked the jar, prepared to stand his ground. Quickly, the demon attempted to steal Eustace's soul, only to find it not working. "The fuck?" Empress and Marceline commented. "Oh yeah, I sold my soul to go to Wiz Arts College when I was 18." Eustace chuckled to himself as he and the others left, Moon getting back from a warm little reunion with Edgard, a demon that adopted Moon ages ago. "Yo Moon how was Edgard." He asked as they walked out of the portal, quick and easy as both Marceline and Abadeer were left confused in his kitchen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"I'M ALIVE!!!" Garbage yelled as the lifeless husk that was his body regained color, and the red flash in his eyes was back. He pulled Eustace into a hug, earning a smack on the face from his tail. "Thanks for being an idiot and actually thinking a being of pure evil would just let you flirt with them and not steal your fucking soul." Eustace scorned him as he gave that blank little look that Garbage had when he wasn't paying attention.

"You aren't even paying attention, are you?" Eustace asked as Garbage just slow blinked at him while purring, earning a dry chuckle from his friend. Oh well. Better than having his soul stuck in a cramped jar for eternity.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ AN INNOCENT TEXT MESSAGE ❜

with Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes.

Warnings: NSFW, this is pure smut and I'm not sorry.

Word count: about 3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

💬: i wanna lick the veins in your arms

You're sitting close to Angel, enjoying a talk with Coco, Gilly and Creeper about motorbikes, because you need to buy a new one since yours is too deteriorated. And they're the best to advise you. But for a moment, you looked at your boyfriend and noticed how much his veins are marked on his skin, because of the effort moving the heavy boxes of beer from the floor to the bar. Leaving one of them over it, he takes his phone to check the recent notification. Sideways, you can see him reading it twice before putting his eyes on you with an incredulous gesture.

Clearing your throat, trying to hide licking your bottom lip and laughing about something funny Coco said, you unlock your phone again.

💬: i wish i were those boxes so you would lift me up like that

Your boyfriend bows down his gaze to the new message, shaking his head and chuckling in silence, before keeping his phone in a pocket.

💬: ez don' ignore me

💬: i want you to fuck me wearing only your kutte

He's trying to not laugh hearing the ‘dings’, placing the beers inside the fridge under the bar. Pursing your lips, you decide to send him one of those pictures you take for him, when he has to leave Santo Padre for more than one night. And you are ready to die, when you watch him having a sip from his beer, unlocking again his phone. Spitting the drink all over the floor and drowning with his own coughs, everybody in the clubhouse turns at him.

“Eh, boy scout, you okay?” Coco asks, having a drag from his cig.

He just nods, hitting his chest with a palm trying to recover his air. Then, when everything comes back to normality, he kills you with his dark eyes frowning.

💬: im fucking wet right now

💬: stop am working

💬: and that make it funnier

💬: i can feel my skirt soaking

💬: and my pussy throbbing

You can see him cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning towards the bar and resting his forearms against the edge.

💬: look at these fingers

💬: they feel so good inside me

💬: fucking me

💬: making me cum

💬: crying your name

💬: shit ezekiel

💬: im gonna fucking kill you

💬: yeah choking me daddy

💬: hard on the pool table

💬: deep against templo's table

💬: or rough on this couch

Ezekiel rubs his face with a hand, trying to think what he can reply to you, to calm yourself. Taking a deep breath biting his lower lip by the middle of it, he looks at you smirking, crossing one leg over the other really slowly, provoking him.

💬: i can imagine how much those jeans are clenching your cock right now

💬: you wanna know something?

💬: no

💬: aint wearing nothing under this dress

His look turns to a surprised one with parted lips, perfectly watching him gulp.

💬: jeez i would love to feel you deep inside me

💬: fucking me hard till make me cry again like last night

💬: because youre so fucking thick

💬: so fucking big

💬: please stop

💬: not until you cum inside me papi

“So, what do you think about Yamaha?” Angel asks leaning against his chair.

“Yeah! I saw one in Santa Madre that… fits in what I'm looking to ride to”. You reply naturally, locking your phone and having a sip from your beer.

“The black one?” Creeper asks a little excited, pointing at you.

“Yes!” You chuckle. “We went together last saturday, and that's pretty good. The engine is a fucking monster. I really liked it, and it was, ahm…”

“Four k”. The half-mexican adds.

“Not bad. I would buy it”. Gilly says nodding.

“I probably will”. You nod then. “I'm gonna take some air, guys”.

“Okay, mami”.

Getting up from the couch and putting your dress well on, you walk towards the outside carrying your phone in a hand, and not looking at your boyfriend just to tease him a little more. You have a clear destiny with clear intentions, leading your steps through the scrap alley, until reaching EZ's roulotte. Turning on the main light, you type his number by heart and setting the speaker, so you can undress yourself in the meantime. The heat is running all over your body, feeling how it suffocates you hearing the call tones.

“Yeah...?”

“I'm naked. Sitting on your bed. With my legs opened. And you know what?”

He doesn't reply, but you can hear his shaky breath on the other side.

“My thighs are fucking wet, just like my pussy”.

“Are you…?”

“Fuck, yes…” You moan, lying on the pillow and easy sliding one finger between your warmth folds.

“Shit…”

“I know your… fingers feel better, but… oh, fuck, EZ…”

“Ju—Just… give me… give me five minutes”.

“Hurry up, baby… I'm fucking desperate”.

Your boyfriend hangs up the call and, even if you could play with yourself a little more, you decided to wait for him imagining and thinking about all the things you're going to ask him to do. Ezekiel lives to please you, as you live to please him, whenever you need each other's body. So at the moment you hear his heavy steps coming closer, you sit over your forearms with your legs opened. Coming into his roulotte, he licks his bottom lip, looking at you whilst closing the door.

“Fuck… You're gonna pay for that”. He growls rubbing the rock under his tight jeans.

“And you're gonna enjoy it, daddy”. You reply with a naughty smile on your mouth, biting your forefinger.

“Show me what you were doing, when you called me”. His voice is hoarse, and his orbs are burning in lust, resting a shoulder against the wall.

Touring your breasts down to your abdomen, you lead your right hand to your needy pussy tucking in two fingers. A soft moan escapes from your throat, pulling it back to pulling it in, once and again. Keeping a slow pace for his delight. You can feel some tickles in your low belly, with his dark eyes fixed in yours, enjoying the private show.

“Faster”. He mumbles, seeing him barely swallowing.

Moving your wrist as he demands, the pleasure intensifies and your vocals become a little higher. Taking off his kutte to leave it over the table and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, EZ kneels on the mattress settling himself between your legs. His lips goes straight to one of your nipples, sucking and licking it with the tip of his tongue, maintaining your gaze while his huge and callous hands paw your whole body. You can't help but speed your moves, fingering yourself deeper.

“You wanna cum, baby girl?” He asks then, traveling down his thumb to stroke your swollen clit.

“Ye—Yes, daddy…” You nod using your most innocent tone of voice.

Grabbing your wrist, Ezekiel forces you to pull out your fingers, making you sob disgusted. Until you watch how he brings them to his mouth, taking into it in all their extension to lick and taste your clingy juices wrapping your skin.

“On top of me, baby girl”. He orders you, before sitting up by your side with his back against the wall.

Sitting on his lap, your lips crash against his, looking for his tongue in a pulse of dominance. Your hips are swinging over him, rubbing your clit with the rigid fabric of his jeans, finding out that your boyfriend is harder than actually looks like. You know exactly what he wants, soaking a little more his pants with every move and drowning all your moans into his mouth. While one of his hands is clinged in your ass, the other strongly slaps it making you squirm under his grip.

“C'mon, baby… fucking cum like the needy bitch you are for your daddy's cock”. He grunts, slapping you again provoking you to speed up.

“Fuck, EZ…” You almost cry with your fingers on the back of his head.

Sinking his face in your neck, you can feel his teeth biting your skin without mercy, marking his territory on you all over it. And the heat running down your abdomen, flooding in the longed-for orgasm screaming out his name, barely breathing.

“Such a dirty girl… look at the mess you made”. He smirks with that charming smile, wrapping your throat with his fingers to stand you up.

Walking backwards until your waist hits the edge of the table, he urges to sit you on, spreading your legs over his shoulders while he kneels in silence. His tongue licks your core, reaching your throbbing clit with the tip of it, catching it between his lips to suck it hard.

“Oh, fuck, daddy!” You yell out, placing both hands on his head, while his are nailed on your waist.

He's going to make you cum again, being easier with your pussy being so sensible because of the recent orgasm. His mouth devours you delighted, focused in your center with his tongue touring you completely. Moving slightly your hips by arching your back, you start a low pace riding his face, feeling the tickles of his moustache and his goatee scratching pleasantly your skin. And you don't need anything else to finally fall again between sobs and groans, biting your lower lip.

You're pretty sure that if he asks you to put on your feet, your shaky legs will not respond. And he knows it too, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you up to bring you back to the bed. Cleaning his wet mouth with a hand, he uses the other to undone his jeans.

“You said something about sucking, didn't you, ah?”

You just nod, trying to catch some air.

“Beg for it, baby girl. I know you're praying to fill your mouth with my cock”. Ezekiel says with a rough tone, taking off his shirt to throw it somewhere over the counter.

“Please, daddy…” You mutter leaning forward to kiss his pelvis, touring his sides with your nails.

“Not enough. And I can't hear you”. Tangling one hand in your hair, your boyfriend pulls you closer.

“I want you to fuck my mouth, daddy… I fucking need it… I've been thinking about it the whole day”. You say somewhat loud, while EZ pulls down his stained jeans and his boxers, freeing his hardness.

You let him stroke your lips with his reddened glans, teasing you. Until he forces them, impaling his cock against your throat and holding it in, feeling your mouth buzzing because of a soft arcade that makes him groan, closing his eyes for a second.

“Fuck, baby girl… You're so fucking warmth”.

Moving his pelvis back, he digs again his erection into your mouth, causing you the same sensation of pleasing suffocate you. His pace becomes rudely, pushing your face until your nose collides with his abdomen in an erratic and anxious dance, while your tongue licks all his extension and your lips get closed wrapping and making some pressure. One of your hands is fixed on his lower back, using the other to stroke his balls between your fingers, slightly squeezing them. EZ's moans flood the roulotte, knowing whoever is walking closer can hear how good you're sucking his cock, figuring out why he left the clubhouse so quickly.

“Fuck, baby girl… look how you take it all… shit”. Leaning back his head, he holds yours with both hands taking a step towards you, to pound your throat again. “I want you to put in four, right now”.

You obey without complaining and knowing how he likes it, you kneel before lying down your chest over the bed. Your legs perfectly spreaded for his delight, feeling the mattress sink slightly behind you some seconds after. What you aren't expecting is to hear a soft buzz coming closer, before feeling the cold metallic vibrator clenching your back hole, while EZ rubs his wet glans on your pussy. The wall of your ass molds itself around the small toy, producing a nice vibrating roaming your anatomy.

“EZ… Fuck, EZ”. You whimper, sinking your face between your arms. “Please… Please, fuck me… I fucking beg you, daddy”.

Make you cry because of the pleasure is his new favorite thing in the world, since he discovered it. And you're aware that he's going to do it again. Slowly sliding his cock among your lips, nailing his hands on your waist, he lies down over your back enjoying how wet you are yet. Pulling your hair aside and pressing his hardness to your limits, you can feel his lips gently kissing your nape.

“You're a delight for me, mi amor”. He whispers into your ear, softly sobbing at him, moving your ass to look for any touch. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard, that you will have to call tomorrow to your boss, 'cause you won't be able to walk”.

Leaning back, he almost pulls out his cock, to push it inside you again with all his strength. His thrusts become hard and deep, hitting you without mercy and without any intention to stop. You're fully filled up, rolling your eyes and screaming his name, as only he could do. Loud and clear. Pleading for more every time he impales you, crashing his pelvis on your buttocks. His desire increases, bewitched with the wet melody that your pussy produces in every move he does. He will never complain about the dirty situations you put him in, loving that confidence of asking for whatever you want him to do. You have known each other since one year ago, and feel like you have known each other since ever.

“Harder, daddy…” You beg him almost crying, with the vibrator wreaking havoc in your body.

“My dirty baby girl… You're fucking insatiable”. He laughs for a second with a deep tone of voice, after tangling one of his huge hands in your hair to pull it back.

Making you kneel over your shared bed, you feel how the toy gets somewhat in, loudly moaning because of that. Wrapping your throat with his hand, the other travels down your abdomen easily finding your clit. The rapturous pounds don't stop, killing you because of the pleasure hitting your body, once and again.

“Oh, fuck, daddy… I fucking love it… I love your cock, daddy… You fuck me so good, like no one before”. You cry out, noticing how your gaze begins to be a little blurred because of the tears stuck in them. “Please… make me cum again, please, daddy”.

Your fingers surround his forearms, nailing himself into you, feeling your walls pressing his sensitive skin about to fall into the edge.

“I wanna see your face, baby girl”. He mutters against your neck with a broken thread of voice, biting it and provoking you the imperious need to take a deep breath, drowning another loud moan.

Pulling out his cock, complaining about the emptiness, he turns you over the bed to place your legs on his shoulders, curling them to your chest. His right hand comes back to your throat, while the other is placed in one of your thighs, squeezing it under his grip. And he pounds you harder, knowing how close both are to cum, seeing the tears of pleasure running down your cheeks, with your heart racing inside your chest. It doesn't take you much more, when your anatomy begins to softly shake while the lash of heat drives your body straight to the orgasm. Again, you're crying as he was expecting, watching the satisfactory and proud smile getting drawn on his lips, a second before filling you up with his seed. The pleased howl echoes inside the roulotte, collapsing over you and pressing his pelvis against your pussy as much as he can, feeling the soft buzz in his balls. You're trembling inevitably, when his lips find yours to devour your mouth in a filthy kiss, letting you know that the night just started.

“Fuck, EZ…” You cry biting your bottom lip, surrounding his neck with both arms.

“Hold it a little… more, baby girl… It feels so fucking good”. He gasps with his fingers nailed on your thighs, pushing them to his own body.

“Fuck…”

“I have to… come back to work”. Your boyfriend whispers, touching your nose with his. “I want you to rest, because I will… fuck, seriously… it feels so fucking good, mi amor”.

Much for his regret, he has to pull down his semi-erection and the toy inside your ass, getting up from the bed while you cross your legs with both hands over your pussy; pressing it and trying to calm the throbs in your clit.

“I will be back in an hour”. He just says, looking for a clean pair of jeans, taking off the one he's wearing yet. “And I will fuck you again, baby”.

You're already counting the minutes left, trying to sit up over the mattress, cleaning your tears with the sheets watching him changing his clothes.

“I love you”. Your boyfriend says, once he's ready to let you rest, leaning towards you to slowly kiss your lips with his hand caressing your chin.

“I love you, EZ”. You mumble, showing him a soft smile drawn on your lips.

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CXXI

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Pain and Sadness

(15x01/15x02)

Hi! We reached the las season from Supernatural!

This is a summary of my metas from season 15, with some new additions after the end of the show.

You can find my metas from these two episode here: X, X , X, X, X , X, and X.

They Keep Fighting

We started season 15 with Destiel driving us to their big fight.

The bickering the sarcasm, is all over between Dean and Castiel.

Talking about frames and visual narrative, also symbolism in the dialogues, we have Sam and Dean in the same page about taking decisions, and Castiel in disagreement. This was deliberately written to show us how Dean and Castiel are walking away from each other.

This scene...

Gifset credit @agusvedder

It shows the mood. It also drives our attention to Castiel's intentions to separate humans from angels, he did it too when he explained Jack that Dean and Sam will die someday. And it will be linked to the very end of the show, in Wich Castiel and Jack are in another high level by rebuilding the Universe and Dean and Sam remain in Heaven.

Another scene was this one:

Gif set credit @wnterfalcon

Even when Dean is so mad At Castiel (in fact, he's mad with himself and he just put all that shit over the man he loves... Things that people used to do) even when he is mad at him, he can't stop checking on him. Because he knows Jack's death hit him strongly, and also, seeing his son being possessed by a filthy demon, it's breaking his heart. But Dean cuts his attempt of talking himself. And of course, Belphegor will mock Castiel about it.

About Belphegor, the Demon of the Divorce

At first I thought he was behaving sarcastically, as a very weird matchmaker between Castiel and Dean, but this was because he represents divorce.

He was enjoying Dean and Castiel fighting like a couple in a crisis for sure. He even will mock about Dean being handsome (indirectly Castiel being handsome). Two beautiful men in love.

Belphegor: Okay. Cool. So, people are, like, crazy good-looking now, eh?

Dean: What?

This observation is linked to season 13: "They're equally beautiful". Belpjegor is trying to mock Castiel and Dean's beauty.

Belphegor: I mean, the last time I was on Earth, I mean, I was human. Ah, it was a while ago. I mean, but, you know, we were all worshipping this giant rock that looked like a huge penis, and... Anyway, folks back then, you know? Had a lot of humps. I mean, a lot. Look at 'em now. I mean, look at you. I mean, you're, uh, you know, gorgeous.

Dean: What? Okay. When are you gonna get out of that body?

The mention of a phallic statue, and people worshipping it, is symbolically talking about Dean and Castiel being in love, passionately in love, with each other. The desire of being together. And then again, he turns to Dean's beauty. All of these comments made Dean very uncomfortable.

Another things about Belphegor enjoying the Destiel Quarrel...

First of all, let's pay attention to the spell and it's ingredients:

This spell is related to season 8 spell to close Heaven! And it's not the only reference to season 8.

And the explanation of why that heart belonged to Dean:

This has to do with the break up in episode 15x07 but also with Castiel dying in episode 15x18.

Closing this episode I want to mention two more things:

Nobody understood Castiel's silent pain, not even Dean. Castiel had to suffer seeing a demon possessing his son but also, he will have to see his body burn.

Another important reference to season 8 besides the spell was the Mausoleum with Carver's name on it.

It was a clear call back to Carver's era, to the crypt scene THE I LOVE THAT NEVER WAS because we will have ANOTHER NOT SAID ILY in this season from Dean.

And these so many call backs to season 8 not just in this season but the reminder of PURITY in season 14 with Michael are linked to the incoming Purgatory 2.0 and more Destiel.

We Are Real

Episode two, we had one couple as a Destiel mirror at the beginning, but it ended up in tragedy, just like our Destiel love story will en in 15x18.

We also had Ketch and Rowena, and Ketch dressed in pink (happiness) showing us that love can be real in wartime.

Another important scene after watching how Dean and Castiel kept working in separated teams ,was the one Castiel tried to give Dean his faith back.

CASTIEL: Ball, right. I didn't tell you about Jack, and then after what happened with your mother...

DEAN: Don't.

CASTIEL: You're angry.

DEAN: Yes, I am angry. At everything. All of it.

CASTIEL: All of it?

DEAN: This mess... all the messes. It turns out that we're just hamsters running in a wheel our whole lives. What do we have to show for it, huh? Tell me you don't feel conned. God's been lying to you, Cas, forever. You bought into the biggest scam in history.

Dean is angry for everything, but mostly, because he feels all his life has been a lie. Something written for Chuck. So he's afraid things he thought were real, are not. Like his love for Castiel. So he needs to know if Castiel is angry too. Aren't you angry that what we feel for each other is not real?

CASTIEL: You don't think I'm angry? After what Chuck did? After what he took from me? He killed Jack. But that doesn't mean it was all a lie.

DEAN: Really?

Dean needs to believe again. If not all was a lie, it could mean...?

CASTIEL: Chuck is all-knowing. He knew the truth, he... he just kept it to himself.

DEAN: Well, now that his cover's blown, everything that we've done is for what? Nothing?

Dean pushes again all his fears. He needs an answer that satisfy him.

CASTIEL: Even if we didn't know that all of the challenges that we face were born of Chuck's machinations, how would we describe it all? We'd call it "life". Because that's precisely what life is. It's an obstacle course, and maybe Chuck designed the obstacles, but we ran our own race. We made our own moves. And mostly, we did well with that.

DEAN: Did we? I'll tell you what we do know. Nothing about our lives is real. Everything that we've lost, everything that we are is because of Chuck. So maybe you can stick your head back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice. I can't.

And because Dean keeps pushing, Castiel gives him the answer he needs, the answer about them, TFW, bus mostly, about Dean and Castiel:

CASTIEL: Dean. You asked, "What about all of this is real?" We are.

If this is not romantic, then what else can be?

To Conclude:

The beginning of season 15 started by deepening the incoming Destiel big fight.

All is unhoped, pain and Sadness. Despair.

But those three words said by Castiel "We are Real" gives the hopes we need.

Hope you liked this summary, see you in the next one!

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