#look at the lil' flower helper

[loveisinthebat]

Captured, Contained Even

[maydayaj]

RAHHH NARILAMB DOODLES 🔥🔥🔥 (sorry that I disappeared yk how school is-) but yeah I drew these a while ago and thought that they were neat! Yes I ofc added a TV girl reference 🩷💙

Here’s a lil rambling about the Camellia flower that I added (you can ignore this at the bottom-)

but in the game the Camellia flower are usually from what the followers can give you a quest to find or you can just find by yourself in chests or when you destroying camellia bushes. But going into the deeper meaning of the flower, Camellias are thought to represent adoration and devotion in plant symbolism. The name “Camellia” means “helper to the priest” in Latin AND red Camellia represents passion, love romance and desire 👀❤️✨… do with that information as you will🤭! I found this all interesting when I was looking it up so I wanted to share it with you all!

[joelsbeard]

Domestic pre-outbreak!joel /no outbreak!joel hc's bc I can't stop thinking about my lil pookie bear

He loves whenever you take the time to make meals for him and sarah because he's always so busy and never has time to make anything. Not to mention his cooking skills aren't exactly the best, so its a godsend once you and him move in together and you start cooking for your man. For once in his life he consistently goes to work without bringing some shitty sandwich or getting fast food for lunch, and sometimes you'll even throw in a cute little note (or maybe not so cute 😈) that'll have him blushing for the rest of the day. You eventually start getting really good at packing him and Sarah's lunches, and she loves the adorable notes you leave for her and cute animal tooth picks you give her for her fruit. If you have extra time you'll even cut her food into cute little shapes or have a themed lunch like a bunny-shaped sandwich and fruits cut into flowers. If you have leftovers you give them to Joel and he opens it wanting to cry knowing that you put so much effort into making his little girl the cutest lunches. Sometimes his other crew members will notice his lunches with little rice panda bears or other cute things and they'll give him shit for it but it just makes him feel even luckier to be with someone like you.

One time he opens his lunch and finds a particularly spicy note and he has a hard on for the rest of the day :) and then he rushes through his tasks after lunch so he can get home to you faster and rail the shit out of you :)

One day you're in his car looking in his glovebox for something and you find all of the notes you've written him for his lunches, and he tells you he likes to keep all of them to read them especially if he's having a bad day or a hard time at work and needs to get through the day.

Even though he may not be the best cook (aside from a mean mac n cheese or fried chicken) he definitely beats you at grilling. No one makes brisket or steak as good as he does, as a Texan dad it's in his blood.

Although he always gets home tired after a long day of work, you're always there to greet him by running up to him and attacking him with kisses, saying "I missed you so much" and more often than not you'll already have dinner prepared, and he finally gets the time to sit down with you and his daughter for dinner most days of the week and you get to spend some quality time as a family.

Every time he sees you interact with Sarah he's so happy that you're such a great mom to her, he can't think of anyone better to take care of his baby girl

Sarah becomes your little helper when you cook or bake sometimes, and Joel will walk into the kitchen seeing you two giggling as you're making some brownies or some other dessert that Sarah requested, and you can never say no to her cute little face. Every time you go to prepare something she always says she wants to help, and she loves learning from you because you're such a patient teacher.

Sometimes you and Sarah like to let Joel sleep in more than usual on the weekends to give his body some rest after a long week a work, and you'll make him breakfast in bed. He pretends not to hear Sarah giggling as you two walk into your room and “surprise” him with a tray of an elaborate breakfast, and you tell him Sarah did such a great job helping make his coffee and pancakes.

The way this ended up being mostly about food was not planned haha but you know what they say, a key to a man's heart is through his stomach ;) and who wouldn't want to cook and bake for this man, no wonder he's always feeling like shit he never has any time or money to make nutritious meals for himself :(

[ladylooch]

A Slice of Heaven - Nico Hischier

A/N: I got SO MANY requests asking what Lexi and the girls would be doing for Nico’s birthday. Thank you all so much for filling my inbox with Nico thoughts on our Swiss Prince’s day! Hope you enjoy a lil slice of Heaven with the Hischers.

Happy birthday, Neeks!

An off day on his birthday means that Nico Hischier is still face down, spread eagle in his and Lexi’s bed. After giving Nico his birthday present of her in whatever position of his choosing, Lexi got off her saddle and gathered up their three girls to start on Nico’s birthday surprise. 

The girls had thought long and hard during Nico’s last road trip on how they wanted to celebrate their favorite person. Lucie had suggested a new beanie for him to wear on game days. Apparently social media thinks Nico should spend his handfuls of money on a new one. Mack suggested a rare lego set, completing forgetting Nico always falls asleep while playing with her on the floor. Sweet Sophie had excitedly exclaimed hugs! What else could he need?

“What about something we all love and daddy loves?” Lexi suggested to the girls. Lucie ponders, wanting to figure it out a suggestionfirst.

“Cake!” Mack yells. 

“Mhm.” Lexi nods her head. Lucie pouts, then perks up with an idea.

“Chocolate! Like Switzerland!” 

“Yeah, baby. Even better!”

So the four Hischier women are in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a double chocolate ganache cake. Mack quite literally tosses more yellow and orange sprinkles on the top.

“That’s enough.” Lucie rolls her eyes, grabbing at Mack’s wrist when she ties to do more.

“Lucie.” Lexi warns her oldest. “We are all helping. Hands to yourself.”

“It looks bad.” Lucie grumbles under her breath. 

“It needs another flower.” Mack insists now, ignoring her older sister. Sophie is sitting on the counter, lapping at the spatula of frosting Lexi gave her to keep her giggles at bay. She knows they are trying to surprise Nico and her little voice carries far.

“Can I do my part yet?” Lucie whines. “Mack! Stop!”

“Girls. It’s going to be very disappointing to all of us if your fighting wakes daddy up before we are done.” Lexi gets stern, feeling her eye twitch at her two oldest being absolute shits to each other. Mack stops her sprinkles, moving aside so Lucie can work on spelling out the word Daddy. It’s all wonky and in blue icing, but after that, the girls declare the cake done. 

There is only one thing left to do: unleash the Hischier girls to grab the man of the hour.

“Okay! Go!” Lexi whispers. She waits downstairs, hearing the excited stomping of their feet and the squeaky giggles as they wake him up. Eventually, Lucie comes sprinting down the stairs. Nico emerges with Mack and Sophie in his arms. His hair is all lopsided, sticking up in the back, bare chested, with his sweatpants low on his hips. A delicious heat begins to build in Lexi’s core. Once wasn’t enough. Never is for Cap on his birthday either.

“Wow!” Nico exclaims, genuinely excited. “You bought me a cake! From a professional baker?!”

The three Hischier girls begin to laugh excitedly, beaming with pride as Nico comes closer to the cake. He sets Mack on the floor and Sophie on the counter. 

“No! We made it, daddy!” Lucie bounces next to Nico, taking his left hand in both of hers. 

“You did this!?” Nico feigns shock, looking between the girls and the cake. “You three?”

“And mama!” Mack yells. 

“Wow.” Nico extends the word, getting close, inspecting every square inch of the cake. 

“I did the sprinkles.” Mack whispers. 

“I did the writing, daddy. And I picked blue cause you like water.” Nico bites his lip to stop the laugh.

“Yeah, I like to swim huh?” His eyes travel up the lopsided cake to his wife standing behind it across the counter. “What did you do mommy?” Lexi raises an eyebrow in cocky insinuation. 

“I controlled the oven. And Soph did quality control. Very important job."

“Such big helpers!” Lexi smiles, swooning in place at the way he looks back at her. “Come here. Wanna hug all my girls.” Nico sways his head for her to come hither. Lexi rounds the counter, stepping into Nico and using both of their bodies to hug their girls.

“Best birthday yet.” Nico says, accepting a huge hug and smooch from Sophie.

“Wanna open your presents!? We got you a new hat!” Mack asks as Lucie groans, smacking her forehead at her sister ruining ANOTHER surprise. Nico’s mouth drops open staring at Lexi.

“It’s designer…. And tasteful.” She laughs, holding her hands up.

“Why is everyone always talking crap about my style?”

“Baby, if you have to ask that… Em offered to have Timo go with you and pick some things out. Maybe you should take them up on that?”

“Okay.” Nico scoffs, then starts to laugh, huge dimples piercing his cheeks. “How about instead, you four take turns feeding me bites of cake? After all it is my day.”

“That’s mommy’s job.” Lucie sasses back.

All five of them are cut a piece of cake, never mind that it is barely time for lunch. They eat in the living room, on the floor together, laughing and taking turns telling their favorite things about daddy. Nico is attentive to all the cards the girls made for him, complimenting his favorite designs on each one. He loves all of his presents, even the Dior beanie he can tell Timo picked out for his wife. Lexi does feed Nico bites of his cake, then he feeds her a bite, stifling a moan in his throat at the way she sucks the prongs of the fork.

“Keep it up.” He whispers, then kisses her cheek. 

Yeah, today is his favorite birthday to date. He imagines next year will beat this one too.

[holdmytesseract]

The Baby Fever Wedding...

moodboard by @mochie85 divider by @fictive-sl0th

Baby Fever Crew and fellow readers... It's time to assemble, because I'm searching for some helpers, who are interested in becoming my fellow wedding planner!

Huge thanks to @muddyorbsblr ! She helps me coordinate all this a lil' bit and is my right-hand woman. 💖 Also, kudos to @lokisgoodgirl , who gave me the idea to do little tasks. (I know, it's been months ago since we talked about this, but nevertheless... Thank you, friend!) 🩵

And this is how it works...

How to participate...

If you are interested and want to sign up to this, just leave a comment on this post. That's all!

How do I choose my helpers?

That depends. I have 14 tasks. If just enough people sign up for this (not more or less than 14), you'll definitely be chosen. If more people want to participate, I'm going to put all names in a pot and randomly draw 14 names, so a bit of luck is needed.

What awaits you if you get chosen...

I'm going to give you a little task, in order to help me organize Y/N's and Loki's wedding. For example: Design the wedding rings or choose the flowers. You have enough time to think about it and tell me what you want. I am going to write it.

Rules & Other information...

Please only comment once. Makes things easier for me.

Please be patient. This is a huge project for me and I never did something like this before, so...

You are allowed to name two tasks in your comments, which you'd like to be assigned with. I can't promise that it's going to work out for you, but I'll try to have consideration for it!

Example: @ holdmytesseract Wedding rings & flowers

You have three days to sign up, so no pressure!

If you have questions, please send me an ask or a DM! Don't be shy!

And these are the tasks...

Design the wedding rings!

Choose Y/N's wedding dress, shoes and jewelry!

How should Loki's suit look like?

And how his armour?

Their hairstyle. (Do they need a new hairstyle or even a haircut?)

Y/N's bridesmaids (Natasha, Wanda, Pepper & Jane) are in need of dresses, too!

Loki's best man (Thor, of course.) needs a suit and armour, too.

Since the wedding takes place on Asgard, we need a few Midgardian pre-wedding/wedding traditions, too!

Flowers are a must have!

Create the invitations for the wedding!

A cake will be needed as well!

Where on Asgard takes the ceremony place and where the festives? We also need some decoration, right? (I feel like this is a two-man task!)

One of the most important things... Music! Do we have a DJ perhaps?

I'm in need of a entertainment department as well! Do they play party/wedding games? Karaoke? Are there Asgardian wedding games? Something entirely else? (I think this is a two-man task as well!)

I think that's it. I hope I didn't forget anything... Well, with that being said... Let's start this! I'm beyond excited!

Tagging the Crew: @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbsblr @chennqingg @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @jennyggggrrr @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loz-3 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @glitchquake @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @xthatpottahfanx @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @aagn360 @anukulee @multifandom-worlds @hisredheadedgoddess28 @vbecker10 @jaidenhawke @km-ffluv @lokiforever @crimson25 @kimanne723 @cakesandtom @buttercupcookies-blog @salvinaa @javagirl328 @noideakitten @zombiesnips-blog @dustychinchilla74 @frzntrx @lokisgoodgirl @princess-ofthe-pages @coldnique @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokisrealpurpous

[sgcairo]

More Mamatorre thoughts:

-Whenever they see eachother for the first time in months, they start giggling and spinning around like school girls

-She has an old photo of baby Dottore chewing on a ruin guard part and claims it's "on of her favorites"

-In the hallway of her house the walls are full of photos, and the first time she met Pants she spend at the very least an hour explaining the story behind each and every one of them

- Since she and Dot have their own lil spot for their picnics, she went and found a seperate small spot for her and Anastasiy to hang out when they wanna go outside

- I feel like her favorite fruit would be some kind of citrus, something like oranges or grapefruits

- She always makes sure to give Anastasiy some pressed flowers from her garden to send back home when he visits

- When Dottore was young, any time he'd get angry or frustrated she'd send him outside to chop wood or just destroy something to relieve some stress

- I like to think that whenever her husband was too annoying she'd just put sleeping pills in his coffe(my aunt used to do this but with her in-laws. She was an interesting woman)

- She love pinching Danya's cheeks and likes giving him and all of the clones forehead kisses

- Her house is quite cluttered. You have to watch your step quite a bit to make sure you don't accidentaly knock something over or step on a beaker. She just has lots of things laying around

- She has a glass table with all sorts of moths and butterflies in it

- I feel like she should have at least some kind of animal companion. Maybe a snake?

- I know you mentioned that her teeth are slighlty less pointy than Dottore's, but im gonna double down and say hers are actualy sharper. Dottore, apart from his height and teefs, looks pretty much identical to her. When you look at his dad, you'd probably think he was just some sort of family friend and not actualy related to him

- She has a "Number 1 mom in the world" mug Dot handmade when he was like 10 and she still often uses it to drink her morning tea

All of this, yes, and allow me to add on some little things of my own:

-When Dottore was younger, Mamatorre would tell him to go run around in the woods whenever he was feeling angry/antsy. This led to a dirt covered, absolutely wild Dottore scurrying through the forest at questionable hours of the night, to the point that he would scare the absolute daylights out of travelers passing through the forest, with his pointy teeth and red eyes glowing like some kind of gremlin when fire from a lantern or torch passed by. It didn't help that he had a biting problem at that age, which left many poor souls with a fear of the deep Sumeru forests, and whatever goblin apparently attacked them there. Dottore became something of a cryptid as a result, and when Magdalena eventually heard about it, she laughed so hard she cried.

-Her favorite fruit is actually oranges, believe it or not, and she has a tree she's been nurturing for years in her garden. Whenever the segments visit, she always makes sure to pack them a basket of them for the boat home, just so they don't get scurvy and almost die (again). Unfortunately, they wouldn't stay good long enough to make it back to her son in Snezhnaya, but she always sets one aside when she peels them in the morning for breakfast, only to be painfully reminded that her little Zandik isn't going to run up and squirrel it away.

-She doesn't have an animal companion quite yet, but she does have her own little version of Benben, named Qalbi. It's quite the enthusiastic little thing, and usually floats around the garden beeping along to a tune that only it can hear. Qalbi tends to accompany her into town to deliver "medicine" (mostly to ensure her safety by Dottore's orders), and gets very excited when she gives it a coin to keep for being such a good helper.

-As for her home, it's definitely somewhat cluttered, but it's comforting that way. Unlike Dottore's lab, her cottage is more cozy than cramped, and her equipment is always tucked safely away, so none of the segments will run into it by accident and get hurt. A lot of her more dangerous tools are baby-proofed, because her son's segments are a handful, and also can be little idiots in the heat of the moment. She doesn't want any recreations of Julius Caesar happening in her living room, and that means putting the blades in the secret drawer for safekeeping.

-While you'd think that a man like Dottore would keep his cool when seeing his mother for the first time in literal months to preserve his dignity- you'd be wrong. In fact, he starts shouting at the top of his lungs, and once he reaches Mamatorre, he scoops her up like she weighs nothing, gives her a little spin, and continues to hug her until she manages to extract herself somehow. I mean, she's not much better, also shouting and hugging him back like it's the last hug she'll ever get, but they're both dramatic as all get out, let them have their moment. The segments have similar reactions, except it's a group hug that threatens to squish poor Mamatorre, but she's always delighted to see her favorite little ones. Even if they popped her back a little.

-She absolutely loves braiding little flowers into Danya's hair (and that of the other segments, if they'll stop eating the damn flowers out of her hand). Making little flower crowns and twisting flowers into their hair like she used to do with Dottore when he was little always brings a smile to her face, especially seeing the delight from Danya when he looks in the mirror. It takes some convincing to make any of them take it out, but that only makes her fondness grow.

-Mamatorre is quite lonely, actually. While she seems to be quite friendly, and the people in the nearby village like her quite a bit, she's not... close to anyone. Outside of her son and his cohort, that is. Sure, she knows a few harbingers from her son's letters, and has met a few wayward travelers throughout her time in the woods, but she's almost always alone. It's not that she likes being alone, quite the opposite, but those who are close to her always seem to leave. She won't stop trying to hold onto those she cares about, but it hurts, being old and alone in the middle of the woods, with no one but your son to take care of you. But alas, it's the reality of her life. Perhaps that's why she jumps so readily at the possibility of staying in Zapolyarny for a while, at least there she always has some sort of company, even if it's not the one she came for.

That's all I have for now, but more is coming! Enjoy!

[nikaizkool]

any more with s/o and tilin? maybe Tallulah too because wilbur is goners- 😈😈😈

A single mom who works two jobs. 🤔

Tilin and tallulah 🤔

Tilin and tallulah actually love you sm and follow you around every where.

‘Mom/dad/parent I have a gift’ tilin would throw a flower at you and jump around you.

‘Y/n! Look!!!’ Tallulah would play you lvjy songs on her flute. She’d do a lil jig for you too.

Tilin and tallulah swarming around you as soon as you get in close proximity of them. They’d follow you around the island helping you build and fight. “Your such brave eggs!” ‘I know’ ‘Thank you!’ Literally be your little helpers

[rosecorspe]

Octavinelle Pokémon

The Merchant from the Depths

Main Battles- 🌟 Shiny- ✨

Reuniclus ♀🌟

A Sassy Natured PKMN with the ability Overcoat

Notable Moves-

Hammer Arm

Shadow Ball

Psyshock

Trick Room

She wants to fight God Arceus. Yeah she evolved and chose violence, had to get her own punching bag. Very sassy and always “speaks” her mind. Reuniclus is best described as a rebellious teenager, don’t be fooled though. She won’t listen to anyone telling her anything but will listen to her Zom with no issues. You can bribe her with Bitter- Burger Steak Curry, she’ll just be salty. Despite how she acts Zom loves her the way she is, why else would he buy her a punching bag. She’s very appreciative of him.

Heliolisk ♂🌟

A Hasty Natured PKMN with the ability Sand Veil

Notable Moves

Thunderbolt

Dragon Pulse

Solar Beam

Wild Charge

Spunky Lizard . Heliolisk is almost always sunbathing so he generates a lot of extra electricity, he’s the reason Ramshackle has electricity. Well and every other electric type. Since he has so much extra energy he’s always ready for battle. When Heliolisk gets excited he tends to shock everything in radius, it’s a wonder how Zom’s still alive. Heliolisk is also in Zom’s “10 Strongest Electric Types” so he’s a powerhouse. Also portable shade, he doesn’t mind having either PKMN or people under his frills. He’s is also taller then most other Heliolisk being 4’ 00” instead of 3’03”. He also keeps breaking into Savanaclaw and Scarabia plz send help

Ditto

A Quirky Natured PKMN with the ability Limber

Notable Move

Transform

Ditto is an Interesting case, they can copy a human down to the T but struggles copying PKMN. They’re carefree and playful, like a toddler due to this, they enjoy being Zom’s “Lil’ Helper”. Ditto is quite obviously the opposite of Zoroark. Ditto doesn’t like being alone either so Zom gave them a Whooper, they’re best friends. Also there was no Azul was gonna win but that’s besides the point. Just a happy lil’ baby.

Leafeon ♀🌟

A Impish Natured PKMN with the ability Chlorophyll

Notable Moves

Sunny Day

Leaf Blade

X-Scissor

Dig

Did you know Leafeon’s cells are related to a plant? Yeah she acts like a plant, photosynthesis is common thing for her. She’s loves taking baths as well. With a very heavenly scent around, Zom makes sure she looks as best as she can. Leafeon is however a little trouble maker, unintentionally. She digs little holes and lies down in them a lot, so expect to just randomly trip around Ramshackle. Or she’s “planting” new stuff everywhere to lots of trimming has to be done. Leafeon doesn’t really fight but will if necessary. Absolutely loves when Zom decorates her in a variety of flowers and various plants. She has to put on a little show afterwards and will follow Zom around to show off new look.

I wasn’t distracted I swear

Next up on idk what to title this is Scarabia

[woah-were-halfway-there]

A lil piece about toddler Mia when it's either Carson or Austons birthday and how they make it special for that parent? Like breakfast in bed? Mia makes them a lil present 🥹

Stoppppp ok so one thing Auston has always gone out of his way to do every year, is make Carson’s birthday extra special. He’s done that since they started dating. Carson’s birthday is mid May and so, before they lived together, after the leafs were done for the season he’d delay his leaving for Scottsdale for the summer until after Carson’s birthday just so he could spend it with her. And so as they get older, that doesn’t change and Mia becomes his little helper. He plans something out and then brings Mia along to get anything like food, gifts, decorations or flowers he wants to get for Carson and as they’re out he tells Mia it’s her mommy’s birthday and they’re going to surprise her and Mia goes along with it just happy to be there lol but once Carson sees what they’ve done for her Mia gets SO smiley because she loves seeing her mom happy. Like after Mia went over with some flowers and a little gift that Auston put together to be from her to give to Carson, Mia would just watch smiling so wide as Carson opened the gift and smelt the flowers and of course Carson gasps and looks down at Mia saying “thank you so much, baby!” And scoops her right up which leads to them giving each other the biggest hug. Carson and Auston make sure Mia is very much so included and part of whatever birthday celebrations they plan for each other and it means the world to Mia she loves being part of it all

[analyzingadventure]

Catching up on Ghost Game, episodes 43-49 Oh boy have I fallen behind, lmao oops

Quick note, since I do want to watch these episodes in one go without it taking forever I might try to keep the commentary to a minimum because. Commenting on shit takes time (since I need to pause, take a screenshot, crop it, save it, add it to the post, write some commentary... It slows things down)

43 - Red Eye

Man this episode is gonna be rough to anybody with a fear of eyes, huh

NO NO

NOT IN THE EYE

HHHHH

OHHH I DON’T LIKE THAT, I DON’T LIKE THAT A LOT

So what the fuck is Eyesmon really after? Just? Does he just want to see and know things for the sake of seeing and knowing? Having eyes on everything? Or is he looking for something in specific?

Emma what the fuck were you gonna do with those scissors 8V

You know there’s an Eyes of Nine joke to be made here somewhere

Yeah this episode was fine, nothing great, but not bad, just fine

44 - Rust

So we got shaking buildings, rusty water, limited edition items... Unknown Digimon is stealing shit for the kid in school who redistributes them or something? Anyway Espimon don’t be a dick and steal Gamma’s choco >:(

OH WE GOT TINY DEVA BUNNIES

Ah, so the monster of the week is Jellymon causing problems dfsghfdg

Tiny Antylamon are so fucking cute tho, and funny in comparison to the Lorge Antylamon from Tamers

That looks so much like a toy it’s so fucking funny (also, the design is interesting actually, like, would an egg shaped, round phone be easier for most Digimon to hold since their hands can be all sorts of funky?)

Oh the tiny bunnies are big bunnies now

This is definitely more of an action episode than anything and all things considdered, it was a nice change of pace! Again, it was a fine episode

Oh wow we still have a few minutes to go lol

OH THE ANTYLAMON WERE MAKING SHIT FOR HOKUTO?? Huh

45 - Ghost Newspaper

OH RYUDAMON’S BACK! That’s nice

Oh jesus the girl got ran over, oh god

OH THIS IS THE EPISODE WITH THE NOT-APPMON, RIGHT (although I’m really behind I haven’t really avoided the usual Twitter spoilers, so yes I did see all the Digimon who’re appearing in these episodes, although I kinda forgot most of them). And he’s voiced by Kappei Yamaguchi, of course

Man Publimon looks so much like an Appmon lmao

We’re not done with this episode yet but this is definitely my least favorite I’ve watched so far, like, actually kinda boring

Oh shit, Publi straight up just... died. I mean, kind of earned, but, man, brutal

Yeah, meh episode at best. NEW ENDING THO! Cute!

46 - Queen’s Banquet

Oh man, Kotaro’s hallucinating, that’s bad, that’s rough, Hiro please notice, dude’s clearly not okay

Oh man the animation on the new flower Digimon is so excessively smooth

Jellymon, couldn’t you have gone with Ruri soshe wouldn’t have been alone

Oh no the Digi wants to vore Kotaro... time for Digitamamon 2.0

Oleamon, eh, that’s a lovely name

HOKUTO AGAIN... YOU ABSOLUTELY USELESS FUCK

I’m actually happy Oleamon isn’t Digitamamon 2.0, that’s fun and charming. This episode was fine once again

47 - Memory of Eternity

Oh this is the Nanomon episode, okay. Dude’s just... allowing Digimon to linger longer through human bodies?

LMAO

Man couldn’t they just go directly to fucking Mummymon and ask him for help?

OH THEY DID, FANTASTIC

Omg he has a lab coat now, that’s so fucking cute

Mummymon is so fucking cute I’m SO HAPPY he’s a reoccuring character

Oh man Nanomon is TINY

Oh man I was literally just wishing Mummymon would show up guns blazing AND LOOK WHOSE FUCKING HERE HELL YEAH

Oh man... poor Shadramon...

JKGHFJKHDFJKHDFG don’t scream that’s not polite to your doctor

OH UVER?? I mean yeah he’s there for the egg but also Nanomon?? And another letter to Hokuto, okay

48 - The White Bride

Ah this is the new Mushmon variant eh

Ah random Geremon...

Ah, Ryudamon is in this episode too

Is it weird that these Mushroom Digimon eat mushrooms?

I love this Geremon lmao LOOK AT ‘IM (and ah, this is why the Geremon was here, to be a lil helper, how nice)

Wait don’t tell me the Geremon is actually evil and behind this all, oh no

RYUDAMON EVOLVES??? RANDOM BUT COOL??

Chamblemon, eh

Limit Break!

Oh man these Chamblemon are STRONK

Why does this look like a fake sub screenshot lmao??

KIYO WHY ARE YOU EATING YOUR OWN SHROOMS?? Bro that’s really weird

GEREMON??? WHAT???

THAT?? I??? WHAT???

Good episode, uh, unsettling ending???

49 - The Crimson Harvest Festival

Aaand last episode for now, a Halloween episode! And Witchmon is here, how fun!

So Witchmon is pulling Vamdemon’s shit all over again

I wonder how Mummymon would feel seeing Hiro and Gammamon dressed up as mummies for Halloween lmao

So Witchmon wants a world for just witches... bro just go to Witchelny jdfhgdsfg

Oh she wants a castle? I mean valid but excessive

PUMPMON IS BACK! HOW?! HOW DID YOU COME BACK I MEAN I’M NOT COMPLAINING I’M HAPPY, IT’S A HALLOWEEN MIRACLE, BUT HOW

Please tell me we’re gonna see Pumpmon and get to know how he’s here, I’m gonna be really sad if he got blown away and we don’t see him again this episode

Okay we got to see him again, I’m happy

LORE BOMB??

WELL, I GUESS WE KNOW WHY GAMMAMON’S BEING STALKED.... Those are totally his former followers

God

Man, no explanation to how Pumpmon returned, that’s balls

That was a fine episode again, nothing great though, but man... that lore bomb

Next epI OH OH MEICRACKMON?? MEICRACKMON??? OH MY GOD???

[tennessoui]

7 and 70!! could be done in so many brilliant ways

It could! And yet I chose this way 🫣

7. Florist + 70. Locked in a Room

Sooooo Obi-Wan is a florist. He loves the work and has an eye for the perfect balance in a bouquet. He’s pretty well-known around the city as the go-to florist, and he’s been able to expand the business and hire a few helpers once his father passes.

One of his assistants is supposed to deliver a floral arrangement to a funeral home the night before a funeral, but she gets into car trouble and can’t make it to work. That’s fine. Obi-Wan can do it. Really. He can. It’s just. He hates funerals and funeral homes, and he is absolutely, completely terrified of dead bodies.

But there’s no one else who can take this stupid floral arrangement and he spent so fucking long on it, and—and—it’ll be in and out, absolutely as fast as possible.

He writes detailed instruction on how to arrange the flowers over and around the casket so that the funeral director can do it because he absolutely will not be going that close to the body of whoever is in there.

Thankfully, the funeral director greets him at the back door. And he’s, well. He’s very nice to look at which is very distracting, which is exactly what Obi-Wan needs right now. He absolutely grabs onto the opportunity to flirt with the surprisingly young and normal looking funeral director.

He’s just a little surprised when the funeral director flirts back.

Anyway idk exactly how it happens except that it’s Obi-Wan’s last delivery for the day so they have time on their hands afterwards, and Anakin is actually so endearing that Obi-Wan is LOITERING, in a FUNERAL HOME. He feels at ease and there’s a dead body right there!!

Anyway anakin kisses him on the cheek I guess and Obi-Wan accidentally overreacts awkwardly and flails and knocks back something that was propping the door open and it closes and it locks them in. No it doesn’t make sense. Sit down.

Anyway they’re locked in this room together which sucks but they’re also locked in this room with a corpse, and Obi-Wan is remembering that right now at this moment. He starts hyperventilating pretty quickly and Anakin has to calm him down and it’s very sweet and only slightly awkward. They spend the night in the funeral home until someone can come to let them out the next morning. Obi-Wan is absolutely the lil spoon and Anakin has never felt so strong and needed. He might be a bit addicted to the feeling.

Obviously that’s why he chases after Obi-Wan to ask for his phone number.

[twstinginthewind]

🎁 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT (Mia giving Sia a gift!!)

Warm & Fuzzy

(Since you asked for two of mine, I might just have to get a certain sweet dormmate of theirs involved, I think you know the guy.)

Early in the morning, Mia took her official Neige leBlanche calendar down from the wall, and ran a manicured finger down the edge of the photo. "It's been a sweet September with you, but all good things gotta come to an end," she said as she turned the calendar page to the next month. A bright new photo was revealed - Neige in a Halloween costume - and she giggled. "And new good things will start! Aw, he looks like a lil' superhero here." She rehung the calendar, and then grinned at the stickers covering the first day of the month. "And now it's time for me to do my hero stuff!"

She gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror, nodding in approval at how her uniform and hair looked, and grabbed a little bag from her vanity table. She picked it up and addressed it. "Just one more thing to add before you go to your new home, haha! I just need to find my special helper."

Bag in hand, Mia rushed over to the botanical gardens. Hopefully, she'd find her target there, before he left for classes. She wound her way through raised beds and just managed to avoid getting spritzed by a watering sprinkler before she finally found them, carefully digging around a particularly enormous orchid.

"Hi, Rose! I'm glad I didn't miss you!" Mia skipped lightly over to him, and held out a hand to help them get to their feet. Rose dusted some grass blades from the front of his knees, and smiled gently at the little freshman.

He raised a hand in greeting. Hello, Mia! shimmered across his palm. They loosed their long hair from the bun it was tucked into as they worked. Mia oohed under her breath, then rocked back and forth a bit on her feet.

"I don't wanna be a pain, but today's the day! Do you have the thingy I asked about?" She looked up at Rose, almost apologetically. "If anyone could make this happen, it'd be you. I know it's not—"

Rose let their shoulders shake a bit with silent laughter, cutting Mia off. He raised a finger, and gestured for her to follow a little further into the grounds.

Mia's eyes grew wide as the two approached their destination. Spreading out ahead of them, wildly out of season but beautifully pink and delicate, was a rare and gorgeous sight. A cherry tree bloomed, oblivious to the autumnal world outside. "OM7, Rose!! You did it! Is it really okay for me to take a branch?"

Rose nodded their head, and pulled a small hedge clipper from their apron pocket. Mia indicated a particular branch, and with a few quick snips, Rose had it in hand, and passed it over to the young beastman girl.

"I can't believe it! This is soooo perfect. I can actually give my sister her favorite flowers on her birthday! I wouldn't have been able to do it without your help, Rose. Thank you!!" She threw her unoccupied arm around Rose and gave a tight hug. "I promise, I'll give you three weeks of help in here in exchange!"

Mia opened the bag, and carefully withdrew a small ceramic vase. She had painted small siamese cats along the bottom edge, and they glittered in the light of the botanical garden. She gently placed the cherry branch into the vase, and held it out in front of her to look. "It's perfect! Sia's gonna loooove this, so much! I'm gonna give it to her, right away! Thank you again, Rooooooooose!" And as quickly as she ran in, she ran back out. Now all she needed to do was find her big sister, so she could start her happiest birthday ever with her favorite flowers!

[anemo-writes]

can i request for kaeya / gn!reader whos lisa's helper in library and how he would court her ? just good ol' lil' fluff if you dont mind ? ur writing is so fluffy and cute uwu ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

of course, anon ! this was such a cute ask, I was smiling the entire time I was writing it :’) for story purposes the reader is a bookworm and a bit shy !

Kaeya courting Lisa’s helper in the library

It’s not often that Kaeya visits the library; as a Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, he’s extremely busy and most of his leisurely hours are spent in Angel’s Share (the tavern). So, it was pure luck that the two of you met—it so happened that he was returning a book he borrowed from Lisa (he does NOT want to be hunted down by an angry witch) late at night when he spotted her talking to someone in front her desk, and that someone happened to be you !

He’s surprised to see you talking so casually to one of his friends, especially when he had never seen you before. Nonetheless, he strides up to the two of you with his book in hand, the sound of his footsteps making you and Lisa turn to face him. “I’m here to return your book, Lisa, but I see you are a bit preoccupied at the moment—should I come by later?” He asks, knowing very well he won’t be leaving anytime soon. When Lisa shakes her head and takes the book from his hands, telling you she’ll be back soon, he takes the opportunity to engage in a conversation with you.

Before he can speak, you bow apologetically, murmuring about having work to do as you scurry behind the multiple bookshelves that occupy the library—congrats, you’ve now earned his attention, something not so easy to do coming from a man who’s schedule is packed enough as it is. Unfortunately, Lisa happened to come back right then, telling him to leave so she could return to her dwelling—we both know that Kaeya doesn’t give up that easily. In the span of a few minutes, he’s convinced Lisa to let him lock up the library after he finds another book for him to “read”—in reality, he’s going to try and find you between all those bookshelves.

When she finally leaves, the library is quiet— except for the ever-so-often sounds of someone turning the page, someone that only had to be you. He finds you in the back of the library, surrounded by piles of books on the ground. In the back of his mind, he secretly admires the way your eyes sparkle as your eyes flutter from page to page from the book you were reading—it reminded him of himself when he was younger when his grandfather would tell him stories of the “treasures” he would find in his adventures.

One time he stopped by the library with a romance novel in hand (in an attempt to quote a romantic line and have you swoon without knowing it actually came from a book), catching you by the wrist as you tried to scurry away from him again. Seriously, was he so bad that you had to run away from him everytime?? “What’s the rush, sweetheart?” He murmured close to your ears, causing you to lean back into the bookshelf, accidentally knocking it over in the process (Lisa was not happy). Surprisingly when she asked what had happened, you left out the part where he leaned too close to you and took all the blame yourself—she couldn’t be mad at your “honesty”, and only sentenced you to clean up the mess the two of you had made.

“Why did you cover for me?” He asked, genuinely curious as he continued to watch you pick up the disorganized array of books along the ground. “Were you expecting something in return, perhaps?”

“No, I just didn’t want you to get in trouble,” You replied back, letting out a small huff in response to the weight of the books you were carrying. “Miss Lisa can be scary sometimes, especially with things regarding the library.” A part of him melts at this, despite his vision being cryo. He laughs at this, so loudly that you had to put a finger in front of your mouth to quiet him down. A mischievous smile plastered across his face as he crosses his arms, leaning against a bookshelf lightly.

“Now now, how scary do you think Miss Lisa would be if she heard what you’ve just said?”

Run away while you can.

It’s been a couple of months and he’s still just so curious about you, both romantically and genuinely. Like seriously. You’re on his mind almost all the time and everyone has noticed; they all tease him, asking him ‘who’s the lucky person?’—it’s him, obviously?? He gets to be around a person like you (as cliche as it sounds it’s true), someone who was way out of his league in his opinion, and that’s saying a lot—he knows how good looking he is. He’s not sure why he’s been following you around the library so often, as well as paying attention to the way you tippy-toe to reach the highest shelf to put a book away (he won’t admit it but he’s so smitten by you??)

He’s the type of guy to fall for a smile. I said it. The first time he saw you smile, he felt like he just got his wind knocked out of him by a hilichurl—it was breathtaking (literally). He completely forgot the cheesy pick-up line he was going to use, that’s how much it affected him (●’◡’●)ﾉ While he’s courting you, expect a lot of flirty remarks and lots of touching—this can range from headpats to side hugs,,, he has no concept of personal space with you, I swear. He’s a big romantic (he likes to claim), so also expect him to bring you flowers that he most definitely did not steal from Flora’s stand when she wasn’t looking !

And hear me out; he’s also definitely the type of guy to ask you to elope with him— like he’s just so,, spontaneous it’s weird sldjfkv. And maybe that’s why he got to the library a bit earlier than you normally do (yes, he has your schedule memorized) with a small box in a pocket of his coat, waiting patiently but at the same time impatiently for you to arrive so he can pop the question—it’s up to you if you accept or not ;)

[elles-writing]

Butterflies

Lindir x reader

Warnings: fear of butterflies

A/N: Lindir story I am saying I enjoyed to write. Plus there is really cold and wet weather where I live, so some summer evening to feel lil warmer. Maybe pt 2?

@lindiir @guardianofrivendell

Soft golden light of late afternoon made way into Y/N's chambers. They were usually occupided at that time of the day, but now, they were empty.

She wasn't loud person, and so it usually seemed like they were empty, but through that, you just could tell there was someone. It was perhaps the fresh smell of lavender, or polished wood, perhaps quiet sound of pencil dancing on paper, lazily creating whatever came to her mind. The pencil would dance there and back again, and never failed to amaze the mannered young elf.

Lindir knocked on the door, and waited for an answer. He couldn't hear the sound of pencil running across paper, turning pages of a book, or even the light, but quick walk he memorized over the years, and knew it belonged only to her.

He frowned a little. Did she fell asleep? Lindir didn't wanted to interrupt her in anything she did. He felt his palms to sweat a little.

You can do this. It's not a big deal.

He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Two light knocks, followed by one another. It sounded like a question.

Can I come in?

Am I allowed to come in?

He noticed soft steps. Being an elf, his ears were sensitive, and he could hear someone running up the stairs, even if he was on the other side of the wing of the palace.

He looked to that direction, and his hazel eyes widened, as she appeared on the top of the stairs.

"Lindir, I've been looking for you!" She said. Lindir offered her a soft smile and his cheeks warmed up a little.

"Good afternoon, mellon-nin," he said. She came close to him and shook her head.

"I want to show you something," Y/N whispered, and took his forearm gently to her hands.

"Alright, but don't tear my arm off," he remarked. Y/N let out a laugh, and Lindir felt his own lips to form a smile.

They went through the palace and gardens, when they finally, finally arrived to the part of gardens. Y/N placed her index finger to her lips when they sat down, and pointed towards blooming flowers.

Lindir couldn't see anything at first. But as his eyes got used to all those colours and shapes of greenery, he finally, finally noticed it.

It wasn't a wind, as he thought at first. Breeze, brushing through the flowers and grass, wouldn't be appearing in a few spots. It were butterflies, tiny butterflies, with little wings. They came out of the safety of the grass and leaves, and started flying above the blossoms. Lindir noticed some of them had beautiful blue, yellow, orange, brown and other colours. He turned to look at Y/N.

Her mouth was little open, as she watched them in awe. Her eyes were shining, wide and curious.

They watched the butterflies as they softly flied around. One of them decided to sit down on Y/N's skirt, and then flew up and sat at Lindir's nose. The elf's eyes widened and though he tried to stay collected, his expression was clearly very, very uncomfortable.

"It's just a butterfly," Y/N laughed and waved her hand a little, so the butterfly flew away. Lindir's cheeks reddened in embarrasment.

He's cute when he blushes, she thought.

"You are scared of butterflies?" Lindir opened his mouth, but then he sighed and looked away. He was the helper of Lord Elrond, and took his work seriously. He didn't liked being...well, being awkward. Or unmannered. It felt wrong. Elves were a noble race, and should be mannered, shouldn't they? Elves don't really show their weaknesses.

"They won't do anything. They will just tickle you a little. They won't tangle to your hair," Y/N said quietly. Lindir watched as she took his hand into hers, and small butterfly, that was sitting at the top of her hand, walked on the top of his hand.

Lindir shivered. It did tickled, yes. Something like a ladybug, or a fly. If he would look away, it would be probably fine.

Y/N held his hand, and Lindir relaxed a little, when she took the butterfly softly away, and placed it on a flower.

"You did well," she offered him soft and shy smile. Lindir smiled and watched, how the evening sun created golden crown in her hair, and made her eyes shine and cleared her eye colour, making it bright and clear.

We've been friends for so long.

He did felt warm feeling in his body, and even if it wasn't there yet, he knew he loved her.

It felt soft and warm, and beautiful and euphoric.

Like a dream.

But it was real...

[stonecoldjerseyfox]

Jersey on my mind (part 47)

Present: 

The cold grip of the shovel cuts into his palm as he forces the head down into the earth. With a faint grunt he scoops it up and throws the dirt to the side. For a brief moment his gaze wanders away from the inch deep hole in the ground, to the pale pink sheet two meters away, covering a body. Quickly, with a burning sensation behind his eyeballs, he turns his head back to his task; scoop up soil, toss it aside, then repeat. The goal; a grave. Boiling with emotions he squeezes the shaft and pushes the shovel down into the ground again, with such force that a splinter finds its way into his thumb. An unpleasant sensation, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even stop digging. Anything is better than guilt. To prevent the burning tears he pushes the shaft even further into the ground with his boot, scoops up another pile of brown, fresh soil and throws it aside a little too harshly. Some of it lands on the pink sheet. He stops and looks up at the bulky sheet, now stained with dirt. The body underneath lies dead still, as it has been since he laid it to rest at the spot about three hours earlier. Why doesn’t it move? All he wants is a flinch, a faint breath, anything really that would indicate there’s life under there. Without a word he lets the shovel fall to the ground with a soft thud. He steps over to the pink sheet and squats next to it. Still not moving. Still no sign of life. Softly, as to not awake her, he brushes off the dirt. He owes her that. 

Past: 

“Hand me the wrench, kiddo.” 

Daryl adjusts where he sits on the ground in front of the bike and holds out his dirty hand. Squatting in front of him, dressed in a pair of denim dungarees and with his blonde hair dancing in the light breeze like a tussle of cotton, Juri has taken on the role as his lil’ mechanic helper. With great interest the boy’s blue eyes sweep over the stained, old tools lying on a dirty old kitchen towel in the ground in between them in search of a wench. 

He’s seemingly just as fascinated with the tools as he’s with critters and bugs, flowers and basically everything he sees; he’s a curious soul for sure, not as restless as Mila who doesn’t spend too much time on uninteresting tasks or work. The task to find a wench however seems a bit too hard for Juri; there’s simply too many tools to choose from.

“Have a guess.” Daryl continues encouraging.

Juri joined him first earlier this morning. Daryl awoke at dawn, drenched in his own sweat by another nightmare that haunted him to the verge of agony. Mila hadn’t awoken by his movement and Juri hadn’t joined them in bed that night, they were alone in the calm bedroom. Quietly he went up, got dressed and started working on the bike as the sun rose; there was always something that had to be done with it and keeping it maintained was crucial for many reasons. If it broke down on the roads, far away from Alexandria, he’d be as good as dead. About an hour later, when he’d swabbed the worst dirt from the bike, Daryl heard the door on the house open behind him and Juri stepped out on the porch, dressed and uncombed, but very much awake and ready to start his day by joining in on some mechanic work. He’d prepared for eventual lowered blood sugar by sticking two double-Snickers into the big front pocket of the dungarees. 

“Breakfast?” Daryl shook his head at Juri’s cheeky smirk. “Ya’ won't have any teeth left if ya’ gonna continue like that.” He continued, on which he got a silent lion’s roar in response.   

An hour later, Mila joined them on the porch step, armed with an ice cold six pack of diet Pepsi; a distraction to keep herself from catching the booze train these days and another great example of what Carol would describe as a ‘crappy breakfast’.   

Juri’s big eyes sweeps carefully over the tools before he looks up at Daryl and shakes his head.   

“This-” Daryl grabs the wench and the oil stained tool up in front of Juri. “-is called a wrench.” 

Eagerly, Juri nods and turns to Mila. Without a word she puts the can of diet Pepsi down next to her. She holds her hands up, forms the left hand into a “V” shape and holds her index finger on the right hand out. She puts the index-finger between the left hand fingers and makes a screwing motion. Juri mimics, with his tongue in between his teeth, deeply concentrated until he gets it right. 

“Yup, that’s a wrench.” Daryl grabs Juri underneath his arms, lifts him and puts the boy down in front of him. He hands him the wrench and points on a loose bolt. “Now ya’ gonna screw. Make it tight so it won’t come off.”

With a determined expression on his small angelic face, focused on the task he’s been assigned, Juri grabs the wrench with both of his small, soft hands and places the screw in the gap. He then starts to work on the bolt with his tongue in between his teeth. 

“Great.” After he makes sure Juri’s busy and won’t hurt himself on the wrench, Daryl lifts his head and squints at Mila in the sunlight. “How ya’ doin?” He asks as he lowers his gaze at her bulky, washed out t-shirt. “Both of ya’?”

“Good.” Mila nods with a smile, but her eyes shift and she lets out a faint, fake-cough. “Morning ladies.”

Daryl turns as Rosita and Denise brakes in front of them. Rosita’s face is more or less annoyed and Denise looks like a stubborn child in a candy shop, clenching a piece of folded paper in her hands. 

“Go ahead then-” Rosita says and gestures at them. “Tell ‘em.”

Can’t be good, Daryl thinks to himself. “What?” He asks.

“She wants to go on a fun lil’ adventure.” Rosita nods her head at Denise and grimaces. “Tried to tell her it was a bad idea. Now it’s your turn.”

“It’s not a bad idea!” Denise exclaims and stares at Rosita’s profile. “It’s a pharmacy.”

“The problem is you-” Rosita sighs and looks down at Daryl, to get support. “-going on a run. That’s what’s called a bad idea. You’re inexperienced.”

Denise is about to protest.

“She’s right.” Daryl says before she gets the chance to object. He looks at Denise, but he’s not entirely uninterested in the task; a pharmacy would be kind of a good idea. They’re short on meds and he’s got a secretly pregnant missus that might need some preggers-stuff. “What about this place?”

“It’s called Edison’s Apothecary and Boutique.” Denise steps further and reaches out the folded paper; a road map. “After I got out of DC, I just drove. I remember seeing it right when I realized I had no idea where I was going. But there it was.” Denise looks around at Rosita and Mila. “It’s just this little gift shop in a strip mall, but if it’s really an apothecary, they have drugs.” 

Daryl sighs, takes the map and looks at it. A spot is marked with blue ink. 

“How do you know they still got ’em then?” He hands her the map back. 

“I don’t.” Denise says. Daryl lets out a huff. “Look-” Denise continues with determined eyes, she’s not ready to give up just yet. “I just wanna check. It’s not even that far. And you and Rosita aren’t out scavenging.”

“Because that’s all we’re here for, or what?” Rosita scoffs and crosses her arms, clearly not in the mood for- well, anything.

“Not what I said.” 

“Fine.” Daryl sighs. “We’ll go.”

“Great!” Denise smiles.

“We are.” Daryl nods at Rosita. “You’re not.”

“Wha- come on!” Denise exclaims and flaps the map in the air. “Why?”

Daryl gives her a gaze; she’s gotta be kidding? 

“How much time have you spent out there?”

“None.”

“Forget it.” 

Denise turns to Mila with a gaping mouth, as does Daryl. 

“Do you agree with this?” Denise points at Daryl as if she can’t believe her ears.

“I haven’t even said anything?” Mila exclaims and shrugs. “I’m not even going.” 

Both Denise and Rosita look at Mila in disbelief; she never turns down a run. Daryl looks past Denise at Mila; what’s she gonna tell them? Is this how everyone will find out? That she won’t go on a run because- surprise!  

“I’m- just a bit nauseated, that’s all.” Mila gives both women a look that’s convincingly carefree and takes another sip of Pepsi. “He just doesn’t want you to get hurt. That’s all.” 

Great, put the blame on me, Daryl thinks.

“I ain’t babysittin’ her by myself-” 

“I’m ready.” Denise persists. “Really!”

“Well then, by all means, go!” Mila replies in a tired motherly-voice and nods at Daryl. “No use telling me. I’m sure you’ll be alright.” She shrugs and grimaces in his and Rosita’s direction; Denise’s their problem now. Fuck.

“See.” Denise spins around to look triumphantly at Daryl. “She thinks I’ll be alright.” 

“She-” Daryl points at Mila with the oilstained wench. “-ain’t reliable at the moment!” Phew, he almost spilled the tea. 

“Nauseated, not deaf.” Mila throws a sharp eye in his direction. “Ass.”  

”I can get her something for the nausea.” Denise bargains. “Whatever they have.”

Ballsy to aim straight at Daryl’s soft spot. He snorts, but remains silent. Rosita too, still with her arms crossed. None of them are exactly happy with this.  

“I’m going.” Denise persists. “With or without you two.” 

Daryl clenches his jaw; he can almost feel the bones grind towards each other to the point of them cutting through his skin. He looks over at Mila, who’s only reply is to shrug and smile. When he doesn’t even get any help from her, his own damn missus, Daryl sighs deeply.   

”Fine.”

“You mean I can come?” Denise exclaims happily. 

“Wow.” Rosita huffs. “Excellent.”

“Fuck sake- go gear up, before I’ll change my mind.” Violently, Daryl dries his hands on a dirty rag, once upon a time it was a checked kitchen towel, and huffs. This day really turned shittier all of a sudden. He ain’t keen on babysitting some newbie on a run all damn day. 

With a victorious smile on her face, Denise turns and hurries away, followed by Rosita. As soon as they’re alone, Daryl looks through squinting eyes at Mila. 

“Ya’ owe me for this.” He says. “Ain’t gonna be cheap gettin’ out of this one, Jersey.”

“Doesn’t that depend on the currency?” Mila puts away the empty can, leans over and rests her elbows on her knees. A faint smirk is visible upon her lips. “What are we hustlin’ about, exactly?”  

Softly, Daryl puts his big hands over Juri’s ears, and meets her gaze, peering at him in the sunlight. Juri doesn’t seem to take notice; he’s fully focused on the tools, the bike and his own dirty hands. 

“Ya’ really wanna bargain?” He says huskily.  

“You mean that the price for this minor thing would require a babysitter? Really, Dixon? Are we talking about- what, half an hour?”

“I’d say more in the one hour-bargain grade.”

“Does that include me being low-key for a whole hour? ‘Cause-” Mila shakes her head. “-that I can’t really promise. I’m a vocal girl, Dixon.” She leans back and takes another Pepsi. “In that case I have a counterclaim; you find us a secluded place, preferably sound proof. Or else I guarantee everyone will get to know exactly what we’re doing and what it feels like.”

“Watch that dirty mouth of yours, Jersey.” With a faint smile, he removes his hands from Juri’s ears and takes another wrench from the ground. “Allright kid, let’s secure this bolt.”

 Present:

A faint breeze dances across the area and makes the clean, pink sheet shiver slightly. Or wait, was that a movement? Did she move? He swears over his own stupidity, of course not. Not a single breath or movement has come from her since- the burning feeling behind his eyeballs forces him to get up from his kneeling position and turn away. Once again the anger and the unbearable feeling of guilt. Why didn’t he refuse to take her with them? This wasn’t a job for a newbie. He knew it, hell, all three of ‘em knew it; Mila, Rosita and himself. And yet- 

“Hey?”

Past: 

“Hey, if you’d look for some more Pepsi for me, that’d be great.” With a radiant, moviestar-like smile Mila squeezes his hand. “Please?”

As if she needed to persuade him further, but still Daryl grunts in response; he doesn’t want to let her get away that easily. She left him to the wolves, or rather to babysit a newbie for god knows how long. He’d rather spend the day with her and Juri, for some reason that’s all he wants to do these days; there’s a constant feeling of vulnerability, a sense of humility before life and what Mila carries around inside of her that he doesn’t want to be away from. Mila on the other hand seems to think he needs to be kept occupied as much as possible, always making sure he’s busy; well, maybe that’s for the best. It keeps him from thinking too much about the nightmares. 

“I’ll check.” He replies and caresses her cheek. “Don’t run off on some shit, promise?”

“Such a romantic thing to say before leaving on such an adventure.” Mila gives him a soft kiss on the back of his hand. “Off you go, Dora.”

Daryl huffs in reply, knowing very well who this Dora is by now since he’s been assigned bedtime story-duty each and every night for the past two weeks. Man, he’s gotta find the kiddo some new books, better books. He’s hella tired of that lil’ smug explorer, runnin’ around with a monkey in her backpack. 

Rosita joins them, armed and ready for a whole day on the road.

“Feelin’ better yet?” She asks in Mila’s direction, in an attempt to switch places. 

“Just tried to give this Dora the explorer a pep-talk.” Mila shakes her head and grins in his direction. ”You want one too?”

“I need a vacation.” Rosita sighs and drags her hand across her face. “A gallon of margaritas and a sunbed on a beach.”

“Not on the menu.” Mila replies. “I’d prefer a booze cruise. We can’t always have what we want.” She bumps her hip against Rosita’s. “Cheer up girlfriend, at least it’s not raining.”

“You drunk or something?” 

Daryl grins as he fiddles with the crossbow. Rosita’s dark eyebrows are frowned as she inspects Mila closely, not sure where the positive attitude came from all of a sudden. 

“High on life or some shit.” Mila shrugs. “Ah, here comes the last musketeer.” She states as Denise comes scurrying down the road in their direction while struggling to close the zipper on her backpack. “There, all set to go.” “Sorry-” Denise pants as she puts her backpack on. “Just had to prepare. We’re ready to go?”

Present: 

A soft, protective hand lands on his shoulder and Carol’s face comes into his field of view. Despite the darkness, the tears that run down her cheek gleams like the stars in the sky. 

“How are you holding up?”

“Hey.” Daryl replies, swallows and sniffles, a sound that resembles a deep growl more than a sniffle. They’ve known each other for god knows how long, and yet he can’t let himself crack in front of her, not entirely. “I’m fine.” He says automatically, knowing what she’s gonna say next. 

“You want some help?”

A nod is all he can offer in reply. He’s afraid he’ll break if he utters another word. Quickly, while sniffing and wiping her nose on the shirt sleeve, Carol takes a shovel leaning up against the wall and starts to dig under silence. Daryl dries his nose on his sleeve too and joins her. They dig under silence and the pile of brown, fresh soil grows until they’ve made a rectangular square. 

“This sucks.” With a sigh Carol puts the shovel into the ground and lets it stay there.

Sure does. He can only nod. The lump in his throat grows bigger again, so big he can’t swallow it down; this haunting ghost of guilt, building up inside of him like a cancerous abscess. The same abscess that almost suffocated him when Merle died and when Beth died. A flash of rage, the only feeling he’s sure of how to handle, shoots through his body and he throws the shovel into the wall. The loud metallic sound makes the walkers on the other side groan and hiss, while pushing themselves up against and clawing on the other side of the wall. 

Silently Carol walks over to the shovel, picks it up and puts it on the ground between them. 

“I couldn’t save her.”

“Don’t-”

“She wasn’t supposed to be there.” His voice is loud, angry. “Out there.”

“And?” Carol holds out her arms. “Should anyone? It’s not your fault, not any of our fault. You’re not that dumb that you don’t know who to really put the blame on.”

To prevent the rage from boiling up again, to prevent another lash out, Daryl grabs the shovel from the ground and starts to dig again. He doesn’t want to look at Carol. Instead, annoyingly, another face appears in his head. Merle. 

The last time he saw him he was angry as well. Merle had left the prison they’d stayed at with Michonne as a hostage. Luckily Michonne was let go but Daryl continued on in search of Merle. He had come upon a few walkers roaming around in a hazy state of mind, as if they were high on something or had a heatstroke. A few meters away, one of them sat on the ground with its back against him, feasting on the intestines of another body. The memory is hauntingly clear. With ease Daryl lifted the crossbow, aimed and shot the rotting gourmand in the back of its head, making it fall over, face down in the guts, it just a second ago ate from. Behind the dead walker, a few meters away, another one sat and dined on the ground, bent over a male carcass, chewing away on its meat. But something was wrong with the creature. Daryl walked closer, slower, while observing it. There was something very, very wrong about it all. His gut feeling wasn’t right. The creature looked somehow familiar. It was familiar. It was Merle. As Merle rose from the dead body, skin the shade of old milk, and a bullet wound to the chest, it was as if every bit of air was sucked out of Daryl’s lungs, it felt like he was drowning. 

The same feeling of losing control, being deprived of a piece of sanity happened in the matter of seconds hours ago, at the train track.   

As they’re half a meter down into the hole in the ground, another familiar silhouette appears in his peripheral fields of view, walking towards them in the dark.

Past: 

Smoothly and without making any sound he moves between dusty shelves filled with knick knacks in the moldy building; a thick, musky scent he can’t unsmell no matter how much he tries to not breathe through his nose. The air is dense, heavy to breathe in and the dust swirls around the faint yellow glow of the flashlight. They arrived at the pharmacy without any major incidents, except for Denise almost throwing up when entering the dark store; what a champ indeed. Daryl tried his best to stay neutral during the walk, but Denise’s constant chatter made him somewhat frustrated, more than he already was. It was Rosita who, finally, asked her to shut the piehole if they didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. Great, so Rosita was in a fucking mood still. As they made their way down the road, he thought to himself that even a batshit drunk and irate Mila would be better than these two ladies; at least he wouldn’t have to worry about Mila not being able to protect herself; she did well on her own and was almost even more dangerous if she was in a fucking mood, for everyone. 

He turns to the left and pauses, pointing his flashlight to the opposite wall. “Bingo.” 

How ‘bout that, Denise was right. Big plastic letters spelling out ‘pharmacy’ over a closed roll-up shutter. Quickly he makes his way over there, while once again removing the crowbar from his backpack. It’s easy to get it into the space between the counter and the shutter. While he starts juggling to get it to release from the locking device, Rosita and Denise come and assist with light. 

“Wanna bet on how much stuff there’s left?”

“On what, money?” Rosita lifts an eyebrow. “I just hope there’s something, whatever it is.”

“We’ll see.” Daryl gives the crowbar a last push and the hinges let go. The shutter makes a metallic, screeching sound as he pushes it up, revealing shelves filled with meds. “This is really something.”

She was right after all. With ease Daryl gets up on the counter and climbs into the room, filled from floor to ceiling with pill jars, boxes and flasks. Rosita climbs in after him. 

“If you set ‘em on the counter, I can tell you which of them we need.” Denise says behind them.

“Nah.” Daryl states with a faint grin on his lips. He’s gotta thank Denise later and apologize for being so hard on her. “We’ll take ‘em all.”

Present: 

“Thought you needed something to eat.” Mila says as she appears out of the dark. 

In one hand she holds a bottle of whiskey, in the other a plate with a couple of messy sandwiches; white bread with what looks like peanut butter and loads of jam. She puts the bottle and the plate down on the ground next to the grave, pulls the knitted cardigan closer around her and looks to her right, at the covered body. Blank facial expression; she could just as well be looking at the grass. There’s no emotions, nothing. What is she thinking about? Daryl is almost offended by her total lack of emotion. Or is it a feeling of alienation? How thick is her armor really? It strikes him from time to time that he thinks he knows every bit of her, inside and out, and then all of a sudden it’s like he doesn’t know her at all. She’s so full of empathy, warmth and loyalty and at the same time so indifferent. An impenetrable wall he’s unable to wrap his head around. He knows there’s darkness in her past, demons that’ve been banished to the deepest part of her inner core, shielded off from everyone around by this indifferent shell. And then, all of a sudden, the guard is let down completely. It’s a hurricane of complexity. 

“She’ll need a cross.” 

Mila turns and walks in the direction of the stack of lumber piled up over at the construction site. Daryl takes the Jack Daniel’s bottle from the ground, removes the cap and takes an angry sip, then another one. His throat burns as he sweeps the amber colored beverage. 

“Those people-” Carol’s voice breaks. She takes a deep breath to collect herself. 

“Yeah.” Daryl offers her the bottle.

With a shaking hand Carol unscrews the cap and drinks. “What should we do?” Carol asks and meets his gaze. Daryl’s amazed by the hopelessness that the blue eyes radiate. “This can’t continue.”

He has no answer. But the same conclusion has eluded him ever since what happened at Hilltop and today they lost one of their own by the hand of this group, the Saviors. They’re out for blood.

The sound of a hand saw cutting through wood makes both of them jump on their spot. Mila has started working on a cross somewhere in the dark. The rhythmic sawing stops and a thud tells them that she’s done sawing. She returns with two pieces of wood, a hammer and puts it all on the ground under silence. From her pocket she takes three needles, crosses the pieces of wood, places one of the nails in the place where they both cross and grabs the hammer. With the tongue between her teeth, Mila begins to nail the pieces of wood together, until it’s a solid cross. A simple cross, but still a cross. More than most others get these days. 

“It’s deep enough.” Carol puts her shovel into the ground. “Come on.” 

“Is it done?” Mila asks. 

Carol hesitates, before nodding. 

“Didn’t have to.”

A shiver runs down his back. No, they didn’t have to. The arrow did that job on its own. At first he thought it was one of his own, but the burnt bastard had his own crossbow. Well, not anymore. He managed to snatch it from him before the son of a bitch escaped. 

Before the image of the arrow sticking out of her eyeball appears in his head, Daryl turns and walks over to the covered body. Carefully, he lifts it from the ground; limp and heavy. Dead.

Please, just one sign that this is all a mistake, a cruel joke, he thinks to himself, before stepping over to the hole in the ground. With difficulty, not to drop the body, he goes down on his knees.  Something small and hard rubs against his thighs through his pants as he does; like a knife digging into his flesh, with the slight difference that it isn’t a knife. He loosens his grip, lets the bundle fall down in the hole, where it remains still on the dark soil. Daryl rises from his position, eyes still locked on the pink bundle. A soft, familiar hand finds its way into his and hugs it. On his other side, Carol puts her head on his shoulder. The two women flanking him makes him feel somewhat secure and warm; the small object in his pocket feels less painful with them by his side, but the burden remains. 

“We should say something.” Carol states.

“Or sing.” Mila replies. 

Without waiting for an answer, she begins to sing; a sacred, soft hymn, probably in Russian. Just a few verses, or maybe it’s a very short song, but the song fades out too quickly. 

“That was beautiful.” Carol whispers. “What was it?”

“A song I heard in church as a child.” Mila replies. “Blagoslovi, dushe moya, Gospoda. Figured it would suit, I guess.” Her grip around his hand tightens. “Let’s cover her.”

Under silence they help out to fill the grave, until the body is covered with a mound. On top of it, Mila places the cross. On the horizontal piece, she has written ‘Denise Cloyd’ in black marker pen. Daryl doesn’t notice, but all of a sudden it’s just the two of them left. Carol’s gone. Probably to bed. 

“It’s my fault.” 

It’s the first words he’s uttered in a while, the first words he has said to Mila since she joined them.

“Just as much my fault.” Mila says.

Daryl shakes his head. It’s the way she says it, the calm and the indifference. It’s as if he wants her to react in grief, with tears and sobbing. Instead she remains stoic, like a ship in full storm.

“Ya’ wasn’t there.”

“I insisted on her going with you.”  

“Why are you so-”

“Heartless? Cold?” Mila snaps off, as if she almost could read his mind.

“Not what I meant.” He replies.

“Well, it was a fifty-fifty chance.” Mila looks at him. 

“Ya’ never crack down.”

“Of course I do.” She frowns at him. “You’ve seen it. It’s just-” A sigh slips out of her. It’s complicated. He knows. “Stop blaming yourself for this, okay. This one isn’t on you.” Mila puts a soft, warm palm on his cheek and turns his face towards hers. “We just gotta- keep on fighting. It’s the hardest thing, but sadly, that’s why we’re the ones still alive. We have our own reasons to keep on going. So, we do.” She points out in the dark, in the direction of their house. “My reason is up in that bedroom, asleep. And-” She nods downwards, to her belly underneath the knitted cardigan. “It’s shit, but-” She shrugs, as if to say ‘what to do about it’. 

They stand in silence for a few seconds, Daryl contemplating her words. 

“Ye’re my reason.” He finally says. “The three of ya’.”

“I know.” Mila’s lips turn upwards faintly in a sad smile. “This is not your fault.”

“This can’t continue though.” He says. “This other group, there’s gotta be something to do ‘bout ‘em.”

“Yeah.” Mila leans in and puts a soft kiss on his chin. “But not now. Tomorrow.”

She bows down, takes the plate with the untouched sandwiches and the empty bottle and starts to walk back to the house. Daryl looks after her as she disappears into the dark. He turns and looks down at the pile of dirt and the wooden cross. 

“Sorry.” He whispers, while squeezing the small object in the pocket of his pants; the ‘Dennis’ keychain Denise found at the apothecary. 

On heavy legs, he begins to walk back to the house, away from the graveyard. For each step, the weight gets heavier and heavier. When he steps into the open living room and kitchen of the house he notices Mila in the kitchen, putting the sandwiches in a box with a lid, for later. She turns around and smiles faintly at the sight of him.

“I was just going to bed.” She states. “Are you joining me?”

“I’ll be there soon.”

He needs air, needs to be alone with his thoughts. He retires to the porch stair with another bottle of JD; drink until ya’ can’t feel feelings anymore. But if he thought he’d be left on his own he’s wrong. Soon a couple of denim dressed legs appear on his side and Mila sits down next to him. 

“I’d help you with that if I could.” 

Daryl looks at the bottle.

“I’ll finish it for both of us.”

“No you don’t.” She takes the bottle and without hesitating, she starts to pour the liquid out. It runs down the two last steps on the stair, down on the ground. 

“For fuck sake, Jersey.”

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.” She cozies up against him and rests her head at his shoulder. “It’s a new day tomorrow. There’s always another tomorrow. Well, maybe. This’ll pass too.” She turns her head up and looks at him. “I know you think I’m a fucking cold asshole, Dixon. But sadly, it’s also kind of true.” 

Daryl doesn’t reply. He’s afraid that if he’ll say a word he will break down and cry. They sit there for a while in silence. The cold isn’t as noticeable, they warm each other where they sit, close together. After a while she pulls away from him and stands up.

“Come to bed when you’re ready.” 

“Mhm.”

Mila tilts her head to the side, looks at him closely, as if to figure out what he’s thinking about. 

“Go on, Jersey.” He says therefore.

“Night.”

“Night.” 

As she closes the door behind her, Daryl closes his eyes and rests his face in his hands. He has to do something. He can’t just leave this behind like that. He owes Denise more than just let it slide, who was nothing but nice to him. The split feeling about what he should do and wants to do is unbearable; he’s not on his own anymore. He’s got a responsibility. But he can’t just do nothing. He remains on the porch the whole night, until the sun starts to rise. While hearing the birds awakening in the trees around them, he takes the keychain out of his pocket. By doing so it’s like it has a veto; clutching the ‘Dennis’ keychain he gets up from the porch. He gets inside and carefully, without waking anyone up, gets his stuff; crossbow, knife, jacket and west. Before leaving he silently manages to open the door to his and Mila’s bedroom ajar; maybe to see if he can change his mind about this. The room is dark and their breaths are synchronized where they lie in bed, Mila with her back to the door and Juri on the other side of her.

“Sorry, Jersey.” He whispers, before closing the door again and returning downstairs.

As the sun rises even further over the treetops, he opens the front gate and leaves on the motorcycle.

[sleepdeprivedheretic]

Lilium

Summary: Although a witch, you weren’t the one to really summon demons, but your friends had insisted that you could use an extra pair of helping hands to help you with your run-down hut. After fixing the mess of a first attempt fail, you were expecting to summon a lower gremlin. What or who you didn’t expect, was to summon the demon king of hell, keeper of souls, in searching for something that only you could do perfectly.

In explanation of the fic: Each powerful demon has his/her own hell, and in each hell has layers, like onions. So although reader didn’t summon Lucifer, she summoned a pretty powerful Japanese demon who’s element of hell follows close to that of Greek mythology because Rita liked the Persephone vibes. As for the soul thing, those are the souls who just...wind up at his place.  

Title name: Lilies are a flower that represent not only unity, love, and devotion, but also the flowers are most often associated with funerals, they symbolize that the soul of the departed has received restored innocence after death. Persephone held lilies in her hands/arms as she was take away by Hades, the flowers turning white as they fell to the ground. Ancient(?) Romans would stuff pillows full of the flowers, the fragrance perfect for love-making ;)  

Notes: @youtubequeens, or Rita, requested the beautiful idea of Tai-chan being a demon king in need of something that only the reader can do, and we brainstormed together on the setting and the plot, so the credit goes to her, go ahead and check her on Tumblr <3

Warnings not in order: Cursing, hand cutting for rituals (so blood), being void of a soul (cause, demons), summoning demons, minions, souls of the damned, smut, deals with the devil, having your soul taken and turning into a demon, and hellish stuff.  

Tag: @youtubequeens

   “I mean, look at this place, Sister! It’s a dump! C’mon, pleeeease!” Your friend begged. She, along a few others belonged to a nearby coven. Although good friends, they delved into the darker aspects of witchcraft, such as demon summoning, as you stuck to herbal remedies, readings, and a little bit of scrying. Although not against the art, you weren’t well acquainted, and a little nervous.

“You don’t even need a contract! Just bind whatever poor little goblin or gremlin to you, and...you know, have it help you collect your herbs! I know, binding seems a little much, and it’s difficult to get out of one, but they can’t hurt you when bound to you.” Another friend piped up, trying further to convince you. Your gaze fell onto the chalked-up pentagram within your home, surrounded by salt and melting red candles, looking innocently out of place, almost.

“Alright, fine.” You huffed, causing squeals of victorious joy from the gaggle of girls. It wouldn’t hurt, you thought. You lived in the outskirts of the village, within a rugged hut that you called a “store”. Although it was a popular little town, you weren’t doing to well. Your place was falling apart, herbs were harder to find, and although tolerated, your witchy status had alerted and unnerved everyone, except your little coven of friends, who had hidden themselves away deeper into the forest.

Your life sucked, and with your pet familiar, the two of you kept to yourselves as you brewed supper more than potions and remedies, your Sisters popping in from time to time, checking up on you.

Your little orange rabbit snuggled into your lap as you repeated the words in Latin, trying to spark hellfire into the pentagram. No such luck.

“Aw! Is it not working? I’m suuuure my aunt gave me the right spell!” Your main friend huffed into a pout, the two other girls following her example of disappointment.

“Perhaps another time? It’s getting late, girls.” You admitted. Truthfully, you didn’t want to have to deal with more pressure, and your familiar was getting unnerved by the whole thing.

“You’re right. It was fun hanging out with you, Sis! Wish we could do this more, but you know, coven stuff.” The sweet friend smiled softly as she hugged you tightly.

“We’ll be busy, you know, coven stuff. Auntie wants us to clean out the nasty pots, restock the potions, and go on a wild, exciting adventure of grabbing rare herbs, so we don’t know when that’s going to take. Ugh, I’m not leaving, yet, and I miss you, already!” The leader of the girls whined, dramatically throwing her arm over her eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle.

      “Stay safe, okay? We’ll visit to check up on you. Give Lottie some extra treats for us!” The third one grinned, petting the rabbit. With further words, they left, leaving you warm, yet saddened and alone.  

 Many times, the fellow women of the coven had offered a place for you, so that you wouldn’t be so alone, and you appreciated that, but you knew that the coven wasn’t one for you. Although not evil, you didn’t want to join for a multitude of reasons. They had strict rules and regulations, following their leader without question as they sacrificed time and energy for reasons that the girls, although close, didn’t tell you what for.

You couldn’t help but feel that it was rather sketchy. Your eyes laid upon the pentagram as the thought crossed your mind. You weren’t fully against summoning things from the underworld, it was an aged old practice that was held with reverence from generation to generation. You held Charlotte close to you, the rabbit sniffing at the air, scenting out scents that your human nose could not deter.

“I smell nothing out of the ordinary. The salt is too strong.” Her voice echoed in your head, and you nodded your thanks. You were curious, you admitted. You didn’t really have much things to do, other than clean your stew pot, tend to the moon water, and pluck the petals off of the dried out roses.

“Something has to give, in order for you to receive.” You said aloud, the wheels turning in your head. A certain flower could help, you thought suddenly, looking at the container of dried out white lilies. You opened the jar spreading out the white funeral flowers among the edges of the Celtic symbol. The scent was almost too pure for such a deed, you couldn’t help but think.  

Carving a fool-proof plan to mind, you placed Charlotte down, and grabbed a small blade used for cutting fruits from your kitchen. The little rabbit opted to say nothing, trusting you as her witch to do what you think was best.  

You winced as you sliced a small cut into your palm, letting the little blood droplets to drip onto each flower, avoiding the salt as best as you could. Picking up a slip of paper in which had the summoning spell, you began reading the Latin out loud as you channeled your energy at the edge of the pentagram, instead of in between it.

Your breath hitched as bright orange hellfire sparked, not going past the salt as it crackled at the precious crystals and parts of the flowers. You continued speaking the verses, watching in awe as the odd underworldly flames refused to consume, instead it burned brighter at each verse.

As you finished the last sentence with a final quip, you jumped in surprise as the flames reached almost as high as the ceiling, whirling dangerously as it let out smoke and sparks, fizzling as a tall figure behind the flames seemed to crawl from the little circle, you couldn’t see who or what it was, but you were coughing as the unnatural smoke outweighed the dying fire, floating heavily away as you looked up to see your first summon.

You were choked up, not knowing what to say as your eyes beheld the sight when the smoke finally cleared from the deadened flames.  

 A demon, and not just anything in the ordinary of what you knew about them. He was tall, as tall as the men in your village, and almost resembled a human. His pointed ears were adorned with little ringlets of gold, matching the glittering bracelets and bands that were worn upon his ankles, horns, wrists, arms, and a swishing pointed tail. His attire was something you’d never really seen within your village, but you knew what it was due to your books.

He wore dark orange attire that almost resembled a Doric chiton, except the one he wore, hardly left anything to the imagination, but you weren’t focused on that, right now. What you were focused on, was the demon’s scowl of frustration and annoyance, aimed at you as his tail swished and thumped angrily at the ground, reminding you of an angry cat.  

“This fuckin’ circle’s too small! And the hell do you want? I’m a very busy man, ya know!” He growled out, taking in your smaller frame with displeasure. You were surprised by his accent, it was gruff, yes, but it was new, something that you’ve never heard, before.

“I was trying to summon something else.” You stammered, and he faltered in an angry shock, before narrowing his eyes at you.  

“Tch! Who do you think you are, summonin’ a king of hell, tellin’ me that you were tryin’ to summon somethin’ else?” He bared his teeth, and you could see little tusks peeking out from underneath his bottom lip. You gave him your name as you found yourself blurting out who knows what.

“I need a um...helper. I needed somebody to look after my hut while I collected herbs...make sure that the villagers don’t torch down my shop.” The excuse slipped out as you stood your ground. It was partially true. His stance relaxed a bit at your words.

“A magic user, huh?” He asked slowly, behavior sharply and swiftly contrasting from his angry tone, as he rested his chin onto his hand in processing the thought. Then his eyes moved onto yours. He unnerved you.

“What about it?” You asked, and he indulged you.  

“Normally, mortals such yerself can summon us with ease, only because ya need a contract. You, lil’ witch, were trying to find a binding partner, which uses magic. I may have use for you, yet.” His attitude shifted, and you couldn’t help but relax a little at the honeyed tone. What was with this demon?

“What are you talking about?” You bit out. He let out a victorious grin.

“Yer magic was so strong, it summoned me. A king of hell, a keeper of souls, n’ lord of demons. Bindin’ magic can only get ya so far, it’s pretty much unheard of a mortal summoning somethin’ greater than an ogre, or an oni.” Rolled off of his tongue, eyes now glinting with something that you couldn’t pinpoint. You were surprised. A king of hell? It did explain his jewelry and finery, you silently pinpointed. Despite the shock, you still needed to ask more questions while he was in the mood to be generous with his answers.  

“So...you’re needing me to summon demons up for you from the surface?” You offered, and he looked at you with surprise.

“No….I need you to give up your soul, and live with me in hell.” He grinned at the tight atmosphere that he was causing, you froze.

“Tell me, why would I ever want to do that? What do you even want?” You grounded out the last bit, still confused, and getting weary. Your summon had taken a toll on your body, and now you were feeling the lull of sleep due to sapped magic.  

“I have two main underlings who are like sons to me, but the three of us can only do so much in carin’ for the undead. Ya see, hell’s a very powerful place, in which it can supply a witch’s magic with ease. Ya know where I’m getting’ at?” He drawled out, and you nodded a little.

“I think somebody of yer stature could really hold the forte down. All you have to do, is just be there, n’ yer magic can calm down n’ soothe the restless dead, making this job a lot easier. Since yer magic is powerful, it’ll be extra helpful n’ dosing the souls an’ lesser devils, down. You give me what I need, an’ I can give you what you need.” He purred at the end.

The thought of being useful did appeal to you, it’s what you ever wanted. Yes, it was a terrible decision and you’ll probably end up being burned, anyway, but you remembered that a bound demon or devil cannot hurt you, no matter how powerful they were. If they hurt you, they hurt themselves.

“I’m not going to give up my soul to burn forever, to live with a demon that I’m not bound to.” You countered, and his eye twitched

“First of all, Sweetheart, my realm is in layers. Where you, I, an’ my boys live, is an environment that resembles your realm, but better. Secondly, you will be bound to me, but not as a servant or master, but as an equal. Somethin’ akin to…” He let the sentence hang as he smiled smugly at you, brows furrowed with cockiness, leering at you from his height.

“Akin to?” You egged him, and he let the rest rolled off of his tongue without hesitation.  

“My queen.”

Your brain screeched to a halt.

He laughed at your stunned expression.

“What? Ya expected me to make ya my lil’ minion? No, no, Honey, somebody with yer power, and the sheer gall to stare into my face while arguin’ with me, has already earned my respect. Yeah, you’ll have to turn into a demon, but you’ll be immortal, n’ you can visit yer friends n’ family as long as you like, if you’re powerful as me. Which, you will be.” He threw in his own bait, trying to lure you in.

Understandably, you were stunned. You just summoned a devil. Who wanted you to rule hell with him.  And to become an immortal mistress of the night who can help rule over the undead while living forever with him in his realm.

It was tempting, yes, but you were not one who really chased power. You told him, and his eyebrows furrowed, as if thinking further ways to lure you in, and to be honest? You found that you didn’t mind being swayed by a literal handsome devil.  

“Well, think about it this way, Princess, I don’t know you well, but you live in a run-down hut, the peasants fear you to the point of possible violence, and you’ve turned your attention to demon summoning. We’re both desperate for somethin’.” He looked at you thoughtfully, tail swishing as you processed it. Hell.

“What about my familiar?” You were caving in, and his gazing expression broke out into a victorious grin as his eyes slide to your rabbit.

“Sure, the lil thing can come, too. Familiars exist in hell, too, but not the cute lil’ rabbit ones. Might be a nice change to have one. Wipe away the salt, n’ we can get started.” He acted as if he had already won, and to be honest, he did.  

It was too good of an opportunity to really pass up, and you didn’t really have anybody, and good decisions in your tired state were lacking. You wiped away the salt, and he sighed with relief as he stepped out.

“Man, that tiny circle was exhaustin’ to be in. Now, let’s take you home.” He tucked a fray hair behind your ear. Smiling a devil’s smile, he held you against him, and you tried to keep your cheeks from flushing as he began a mantra of a spell in his native tongue, leaving you awed that it wasn’t the usual Latin. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as a wave of exhaustion and tiredness wafted over you, and your eyes slid shut, darkness over-taking you, but not before hearing a dark chuckle.  

…………..

Warm. You were so warm. You opened your eyes, only to be greeted by a bare chest. Your eyes widened as now you were fully conscious, furiously wondering on what the hell was going on.

“So, yer finally awake.” He hummed, and you jolted slightly, looking up at his face with pure surprise, he smiled at you as he held you close to his chest. It didn’t take you long to realize that this was his bedroom, and your mind whirled, vaguely remembering prior events. Sitting up, he whined at the loss of contact, but you paid no mind.

The room was lit up by the flickering familiar orange flames emitting from the white candles slowly melting on top of his dresser, creating a safe, sleepy, and an almost romantic atmosphere. The bed was huge, and took up a good portion of his room, but there was still enough space for some furniture such as the dresser, and a large cage. You sighed with relief, seeing the familiarity of Charlotte within, the little rabbit’s eyes now glowed with luminescence, as if she were something else. It would make sense, your familiar was no longer a normal familiar, since she was in hell, with you.    

You looked down, feeling warmed metal against your skin, and that’s when you’ve noticed your new attire. It was a chiton, like his, although a little looser, and you wore the same amount of matching golden jewelry. Your ears stung a little at the newer piercings, but you didn’t pay that much mind as you couldn’t help but think that he went out of his way to undress you and doll you up to match him. You gave him a dirty look, and he grinned in retaliation, enjoying the flushed and guffawed expression that marred your face.

“If ya’re gonna be the part, might as well look like it. I didn’t undress you fully or touch you too inappropriately, if that makes ya feel better.” He shrugged. Although you admit that he sort of have a point, still!

“What happened to me?” You opted to say instead, and he sat up along with you, you jumping slightly as his tail curled around your waist, acting as a small comfort.  

“You’re a demon. I took yer soul, and bound it to me. Wish ya could’ve seen it, ‘s so pretty an’ pure, an’ it fizzled nicely within me. Was the only way for ya to come down here, sorry.” He hummed, rubbing his cheek against yours in seemingly affection, eyes glittering as he let you process the words and his bizarre behavior.  

Demon. Were you dead? You had no heartbeat, did you? You let your hand rest against your pulse point, surprised by the soft fluttering. You looked at him with question.

“Demon, not fully dead, but not fully alive, either, an’ yeah, you’ll look forever like a human, since ya weren’t born like us. I took yer soul, and gave you one of the multiple that belongs to me. ‘S how we tie our lives together fer eternity, as if exchangin’ rings. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Romantic, isn’t it?”

“I have so many questions.” You murmured, instead. He smiled.  

“We have an eternity together, I’ll answer all of ‘em. For now, c’mon. Lemme show ya what yer magic is doing right now at this moment.” He stood up from the bed, offering you his hand, pulling you up to him as you accepted it. He opened the drapes to his balcony’s windowed doors, revealing an ashen gray sunlight that paled in comparison to the candles. Letting you take Charlotte out of her cage, he opened the doors as the two of you stepped outside.

You looked on in awe.

The balcony to your new home, an ashen gray-stoned castle, had a short amount of steps that led into a gigantic garden. You stared in amazement and joy at the flowering plants and trees that grew in your former realm. There were so many plants, you couldn’t name all of them, but you didn’t mind as you looked on in the neatly organized forage of a garden, enjoying the array of greens and different colors of flowering foliage. Your familiar squirmed, wanting to enjoy the plants and be free, and so you let her, knowing that she’ll be smart enough to stay within eyesight.    

“Beautiful, ain’t it? It didn’t look like this ‘fore you were here. Sure, some plants such as pomegranates n’ ferns grew, but since it’s such a deadened place, nothin’ really grew. I tried for centuries, n’ no such luck. It’s so beautiful ‘cause of yer magic.” His voice broke out of your thoughts, and you listened carefully as a hint of sorrow passed over his features.

“Pomegranates…?” Your mind raced to the odd familiarity of the setting. Greek clothing, the underworld, and now pomegranates? He leaned down and smirked at you, bringing your hand to his lips.

“Heh, because, ya know…” He grinned, enjoying the way you stared up at him in disbelief.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Can’t say that I don’t have a sense of humor.” He chuckled, and you felt yourself relax, thinking of ways to steer the conversation into another turn.

“You really like this place, don’t you...um?” You wanted to curse yourself. You went through a psychological loop in becoming a queenly wife to a stranger, no less a king of demons, and you didn’t even know his name. How forgetful were you?

Ignoring your inner dread, he grinned as he held your hand within his, rubbing his thumb over your palm.

“Taishiro. Yeah, I rarely visit earth ‘cause all the shit I have to do, n’ so this is my favorite place to relax. Thanks to you, it’s blossoming quite well.” He admitted, pecking your cheek, tail flicking with delight at the prospect of your face pink with the affection. Oh, you were so cute, he crooned.

“What about the dead, Taishiro?” You wondered as you tried out, the foreign language rolling off of your tongue. He looked at you with interest, liking the way his name melded to your own dialect.  

“I’ll take ya on a little tour, how about that? Show ya what’s happenin’ and yer new home. N’ later, we can relax in our garden, take a lil’ break to enjoy our Honeymoon.” He purred, and you felt butterflies flutter nicely within your stomach and chest as you nodded.

“Yer familiar can stay outside. It never rains here, an’ she’s not really...alive, anymore. She’ll be fine.” He looked at the little rabbit that was chewing on a blade of grass, absentmindedly paying attention as you agreed, knowing that she’ll be safe.  

Without further ado, he took you back inside of the castle, beginning the day.

……...            

       It was obvious that you were still in shock, and that this wasn’t a dream. He opted to say nothing about your state, as he introduced you to the castle, and the many rooms within. Of course the first thing he had offered to show you, was the dining room, stating that you were probably hungry, and a nice breakfast had been made for you. You blushed furiously, not acquainted with such treatment, and he grinned, pinching your cheek and you huffed at him.

“C’mon, Sweetcheeks, the staff’s all here, n’ they’ve been waitin’ to see what’s been in my bedroom fer about two days.” The sentence had surprised you.

“Two days?” You looked at him owlishly, and he shrugged.

“Turnin’ a human into somethin’ else, takes a toll on the receiver. I’m surprised that it was that short, to be honest.”  

 You walked along side him as the interior looked unique and odd, nothing of it that you’ve seen before. Colors of orange, gold, and red melded into a comfortable, royal setting as the hallways twisted. Each one sported different types of framed pictures and paintings of animals, spirits, and demons of which were new to your eyes.

 Taishiro smiled at your awed and innocent wondering as he began talking, introducing you further into his world, entrancing and entrapping you into the Greek and Japanese themes that he so loved, and you couldn’t help but feel fitted in comfortably within your new home as the two of you continued on-wards towards the dining room, your stomach feeling empty.  

You talked along with him, trying to learn and get used to the idea that yes, this was your husband. Your demon husband who was oddly being affectionate with you, despite his earlier, snappish attitude. Although, you were not minding it, preferring the brushing of hands, eyes meeting yours, and little touches, rather than the first thoughts of possibly burning in hell for eternity. He intrigued you, leaving you to wonder on how were you this lucky and yet foolish. All too soon, however, he had guided you into his favorite place that was second to the garden.  

 The room was beautiful and spacious, with multiple dining ware, vases of freshly cut flowers, and cloths laid neatly upon the long table. The staff were well dressed in their own lesser version of Ionic chitons, small bands of gold littered their collars and wrists, but nothing too extravagant like you and your husband’s. He sat you down, the smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits wafted deliciously to you from the silver plate sitting in front of you. You could feel your mouth all but water as your stomach grumbled with an awakening realization. Taishiro sat next to you, chuckling at your eagerness.  

“I know that yer not human, anymore, but we demons can live on an’ indulge on such human foods. Thank our chefs fer goin’ out onto the earthen realm, n’ huntin’ down the stuff.”

“Thank you.” Came out, and who you guessed were the chefs, bowed with gratitude. You tried not to shovel the food greedily into your mouth, paying mind to try to eat with grace. You blanched, feeling a bit of the egg yolk dribble down your chin, and you jumped as Taishiro didn’t miss a beat in taking the opportunity to swipe it from your face with his forefinger, eyeing you with a dark look mixed in with a cocky smirk as he began suckling on said finger, rolling his tongue around it, and pulling it out of his mouth with a wet pop.

You felt as if your face, chest, and ears were burning as he then groaned.  

“Delicious.”

You weren’t burning in hell with actual fire, so you guessed he had to come up with other ways, you guessed.  

The two of you finished in silence, him grinning with knowing want at your expressions, liking the way how easy and fun it was to just tease you. After saying your formal thanks to the staff, the two of you continued onward.

 Most of the rooms, other than the main bedroom, that he had led you, were guest rooms, and the others were sleeping headquarters for the staff and his underling sons. Speaking of which, it did not take you too long to be introduced to them. Cue in bright laughter, oddly mixed in with a rather gloomy aurora caught your attention, and lo and behold, down the hall is where they stood.

“Oooh! Is this her, Tai-chan?!” Noticing your presences, a red-haired young man turned his attention towards you. He nor the other young man were dressed as glamorous as the two of you, but they were unique. The red haired boy, along with the black haired one, both had pointed ears, but that’s where the line was drawn. Red had scaled, burgundy wings, furled neatly behind his back as his reptilian tail wagged slowly, he sported a sharp-toothed grin and radiated sunlight.

The gloomy man had a crystal ball within his clawed hands, cape and hood cloaking his figure as he stared at you.

“Who else would it be?” He muttered slowly, sarcasm lost on the other.

“Eijirou’s the dragon, an’ Tamaki’s the sorcerer. Boys, this is yer Queen.” Taishiro made a short introduction.  

“Nice to meet you!” As well as “Hello.” Greeted you, and you mimicked their greetings, surprised by the welcome. You replied your own greetings, feeling a bit nervous.

“Tamaki, would ya show ‘er the souls? I’d like for her to know what’s on the lower layer.”

“Sure.” Without further question, the scryer demon began murmuring his own spell as you stared into the crystal ball, watching with amazement at the sheer focus that was being put into it as it began to reveal answers to your questioning mind.

“See what yer magic’s been doin? Told ya, Nightingale, yer magic’s one of a kind, an’ yer not focusing on it, right now, but see what it’s doin’?” Taishiro gestured towards the mass of ghostly shadows within the ball. They seemed still, as if time had stopped them.

“Rather than deafening screams, wailing, and clattering of chains, we have this. They’re calm, awaiting to be reincarnated. It’s the most quiet that we’ve heard in centuries. None of us has yet the need to intervene and waste our time.” Tamaki opted to explain for you, a small hint of a smile graced his features, while Eijirou smiled warmly.

“It eases their suffering, too! Your magic to them is like a lullaby! You can’t hear it, but others can! It’s why Tai-chan’s been so calm-

“Anyway! Let’s go to the garden, yer not too tired, right? We can continue this later.” Taishiro interrupted swiftly, ruffling each boy’s heads as he gripped your hand rather gently, tugging you along back towards the familiarity of the garden, as you swore you heard two chuckles behind you.

……..

         “There is a teeny, tiny detail that I need to explain.” Taishiro dragged you further into the depths of the green foliage, slowly but surely darkening out the sunlight as you couldn’t help but shiver a little due to the anticipation. Where was he leading you? You guessed that he could see in the dark, but you couldn’t, feeling yourself stumble a little.  

“Taishiro, I can’t see.” You offered, and you heard a chuckled huff.

“Guess I gotta carry you, hm?” The sentence was your only warning. You let out a shrill yelp, feeling him lift you up with little to no effort into his arms. You liked the way how he gripped you, and seeped into his warmth as he continued walking to who knows where, and oddly enough, you trusted him.

“In order to fully complete the bond,” He startled you, as he finally broke the silence in what had seemed minutes. Setting you down, he snapped his fingers. Orange floating, flickering lights that resembled candles appeared right after, dimly illuminating the area around them. Your eyes adjusted, taking in the scenery that the lights were willing to show. It was a spacious area of smoothed down grass, white lilies and red roses crowned around it, giving it a magical, romantic feeling.

“you need to finally receive part of my power. Sure there’s multiple ways of sharing a mate’s essence, I just thought that this would be more fun.” He gave you a wink, and you felt your heartbeat quicken with a little nervousness. Yet, you found yourself not really surprised. He was your husband, after all. The thoughts of you becoming a demon, him being your mate, and that you ruled souls along with your new family, had been whirling around your head silently. It was only natural to continue, right?

“Only if you take the lead.” You offered, and he smiled, leaning down to finally mesh his lips upon yours in a secured kiss, tail swishing wildly as if joyed. Although a little snappy, he was also sweet and devilish in a teasing, fun way. You guessed that he was probably stressed from working and worrying too hard, thus you didn’t really hold it against him.

“Alright.” He led you to the clearing, laying down as he pulled you down on top, you basically straddling him, heat creeping up to your neck and ears as his clothed hardness poked at your equally clothed entrance. Not bothering to take any clothes off, he rocked his hips, groaning with guttural want as you let out a whimper, feeling the silk cloth of your clothing stimulate your clit as he rutted lazily up against it. His eyes focused up at you as he held your waist tightly, helping you rock your hips in sync with his as his tail rubbed itself against your sensitive, itching to feel you.  

“Can ya smell yer own arousal? Mixin’ in nicely with our flowers? Ya can cum anytime ya want too, okay?” He brought you down to kiss your clavicle and neck, your hands gripped his hair as your fingers threaded though the soft tresses and horns, keening as his own teeth latched onto the juncture of your throat as he suckled, minding his bottom tusks as he bit harshly, kissing the bruising skin with tenderness. You choked out a whimper as your hips bucked a little more roughly at his actions, causing him to groan.  

You could feel yourself clench with want as his precum and your wetness soaked through your undergarments, creating a slicking friction as the wet squelching noises echo through the dimly lit darkness. You looked down at him through lidded eyes, eyebrows furrowing as you bit your bottom lip, noticing that he mimicked your expression, if it wasn’t for the gritting teeth, You liked this side of him, too, you thought through your itching need to cum.  

He could tell that you were getting desperate, hell, he was, too. Yet, he wanted you to come before he did. Taking both hands away from your waist, he placed one underneath your ridden up clothing, and another cupped one of your bouncing breasts, thumb rubbing roughly over a nipple. Taking pleasure in the way that you were staring down at him, swallowing thickly, he let his hand slip into your soiled undergarments, making sure that every time your hips bucked forwards, you could feel his fingers brush against your clit.  

“T-Taishiro~!” You gasped, and he moaned, slipping two fingers in as he continued bucking, envying the digits as they stretched your tight and wet heat. Your juices were now dribbling down, creating more of a mess as his now four fingers pumped in and out of you, crooking them and stretching your walls with a gentle fervor as his dick slid between the folds of your labia, continuing to rub against your clothed clit. He ate up your desperate expression, knowing that he was no better as the both of you were about to cum. He picked up his pace as your face was buried in his shoulder, panting loudly and letting out breaths of need.  

“Y-ya know, I haven’t done this in centuries. ‘M gunna fuck you so good. Would ya like that?” He nipped at your ear, and you whined wantonly as you felt yourself tighten around his fingers, gripping them like a lifeline and he hissed as you came, cum soaking and dripping everywhere as you stilled, fingers grasped in his hair tightly, and damn if he loved that feeling. He stilled, awaiting for you to recover as you panted, lying against his chest as tears and a little bit of drool temporarily stained your flushed face. He kissed you softly, removing his soaked fingers from your fluttering heat, lust boiling within him as he imagined his cock in there.

“How do ya want this? Missionary and doggy are pretty good positions for first timers, either way, I’m going to claim you, Sweetheart.”

You looked at him through your wet lashes, as if contemplating on what you want.

“What do you want?” You asked instead, and the question caught him off guard, but he grinned.

“You.” He didn’t hesitate.

“Then have me.” You felt a blush at your own statement, but you really wanted to continue.

“Ya sure?”

“Anyway you can, Taishiro. I trust you, you’re not going to hurt me.” At this, his expression softened as he then kissed you with such a tenderness.

“I won’t, but my instincts are screamin’ at me to take ya right here on the ground.”

“Then do so. We have an eternity together, right?” You pondered, and he frowned a little.

“For your-

“I trust you.” You interrupted, looking at him dead in the eyes, as if challenging him. He couldn’t help but smile at your spitfire attitude.

“As my Queen commands.” He kissed your cheek.

It was the only warning you really had, but your blood was on fire with heat and want, and truthfully, if he wanted to hurt you, he had every opportunity to after you wiped away the salt from the pentagram.

Shedding off the both your clothing, the both of you stared unabashed at each other, a red flush tinted his face, and you were blushing furiously. You weren’t really acquainted with seeing an angry-looking cock, veins visible as a drool of precum leaked onto the ground, but here it was, twitching slightly at your intense gaze. The golden glints caught your eye, and your eyes widened with surprise.

“Y-you have piercings-!” You guffawed as he laughed.

“Oh! You’re so cute! Easy to reach’n stimulate, Babe.” He winked and you swallowed thickly as he then decided that enough time was spent staring, and now he wanted to touch you, more.  

 He placed both garbs neatly on the ground as he gently maneuvered you onto them, your stomach and breasts were cushioned as you gripped the clothing, knees on the cool grass as you basically laid out bare for him.  

 You jolted as you felt his hot, fat tongue lick a long stripe along your leaking sex and clit, his hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them gently as he decided to make a meal out of you, first. You could only lay there, whining and panting, trying to move your hips in his tight grasp as he licked you with fervor, taking extra time to suckle at your clit, chuckling as he also sopped up the extra slick running down your thighs, kissing them gently and you moaned.

“Taishiro!” You whined at him, silently pleading for him to get to the main event.

“Oh? Ya wanna be fully tainted by the devil?” He purred, and you nodded. You knew that he had to take care of his need, too, and he didn’t admit it, but he was getting a little impatient.  

“Easy there, Hon. If anythin’ bothers you, say somethin’, and we’ll stop, m’kay?” He finished, getting an affirmative from you, as he then grabbed his dick, leading it to your sopping entrance, and pushing a little bit in. He was amazed on how the muscles to your opening were loose, letting the head of his dick catch the rim, slipping a little inside.

He froze when you froze at the sudden prodding, opting instead to move his hips rather gently, not going further as you got use to the feeling of what’s already inside you. He decided that rubbing your clit was a good idea, and was rewarded as he felt you loosen up a bit, knees spreading out further as you bit your lip, feeling the gentle rubbing of calloused fingers.

“C-continue.” You murmured, feeling the other piercings now slide past the muscle. It was a delicious feeling of being stretched and stimulated, feeling yourself loosen as you took more of him in.

“Almost in, Sweetheart.” He murmured gently, his other hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. Finally, he moved the last couple of inches inside of your burning heat as he refused to move, letting the both of you take in the feeling of being joined together.

“Ya alright?” He grunted, silently pleading for you to give your affirmative for him to move. He was relieved when you nodded, amazed at himself for gently rocking his hips as you were basically sucking him in. You were in a daze, feeling every inch, vein, and piercing churn your inside walls as your breasts rubbed against the silken clothing, clit still being stimulated as he took care of you.

“Y-you can mo-ve fa-faster, T-Taishiro.” It sounded more needy than you liked to admit, but he didn’t seem to mind. He leaned down, resting his chin against your shoulder as he basically enveloped you from above, one hand rubbing your clit, and the other holding himself from fully crushing you as he let his hips buck with more fervor, both of you seeing each other’s needy expressions.

“Takin’ me in-oh! So well, Darlin’. Ya’re s-suckin’ me in so-damn! Nicely. Don’t know ya that well, but ‘m so fond an’ proud of ya.” He kissed your cheek tenderly, contrast to his hips positioning themselves in a new angle in a snapping motion. Your head spun with stars as you felt the piercing on his tip, hit something inside you, letting out a “do that again!”. He would chuckle, if that statement didn’t turn him on so much.

“Y-you’re doing such a g-good job, too! Ah! Like y-you a lo-ot!” You admitted, trying your best to return such actions of affections. He rested his cheek against your cheek, taking his free hand to interlace his fingers with yours as he felt you tighten when he rolled his hips, aiming for the spot that kept making you clench.  

“’C’mon, cum fer me, Baby. Lemme feel ya milk a century’s worth dry.” He growled into your ear, eager at the prospect as much as you were as you suddenly stiffened, your walls tightening around him desperately as you let out a whine, chasing the fleeting feeling as you reached down and gripped his fingers onto your clit.

“T-Taishiro! O-overstim-ula-t-ed!” You cried out, tears pooling around your eyes in frustration as your body kept clenching around him and the electricity of your high was going haywire, consuming you into a mess.

“J-just a lil! More!” He tore his hand away, sitting up as he gripped one hand on your waist tightly, and the other pressed down on your back, snapping his hips, churning your sensitive walls with an animalisitc frenzy. You could only whine, laying there and taking it as your mind was in a blank state as you felt him get bigger, suddenly. To your relief, he gave one final thrust.  

A hot warmth coated your raw insides, mixing in with your own cum as you felt him still. You whined softly as you felt full. Moments passed as the two of you huffed and panted, letting the cool air chill the two of your sweaty bodies down. He pulled out of you gingerly, you whimpered at the loss as you felt cum and slick leak out. He paid no mind, plopping down to the side of you, and pulling you back onto his stomach as the two of you took each other in, cooling down from intense highs.

He cupped your face, and began trailing soft kisses wherever he could reach, and you couldn’t help but rasp out giggles, the fog clearing from your head as you descended back towards your normal mental state of closure.  

“Beautiful. Mmm, ya took me so well, an’ ya looked so pretty n’ debauched. Don’t care, I’m gunna say it, Princess. I love ya.” He admitted so softly, hands smoothing down your back as you felt your heart softened as you gazed down at him.

“I love you, too. I know for sure that I will love you more when time passes.” You kissed him tenderly, letting your own growing affections seep into the kiss, and he let out an odd guttural of purring, enjoying the fulfilling feeling of a partner doting on him. The lights flickered, as if trying to lull you to sleep, but you weren’t sleepy, yet.

“I want to talk. What’s your favorite color? Why do you purr? How did you meet your sons? I want to know every bit about you.” You murmured into his chest, peeking at him through lashes, enjoying the surprised and pleased look that you were receiving. You didn’t care about the time, letting him ramble at each question you had, enjoying the way his heartbeat quickened as his breathing chest fell up and down, him talking excitedly as he threw in his own questions, pleased to know about you, more.

“Ah~! I don’t think ya can’t get any cuter~.” He rubbed his nose against yours in affection, and you were surprised to hear the familiar purr echo through his chest.

“What about your purring?”  

“Yeah, happens now an’ then when I’m truly happy.”

“That’s wholesome and cute.” You admitted truthfully, liking the way his eyes danced with light at your confession.

“I wanna go again.” He said suddenly, and you flushed, realizing that he was stirring to life, again. You didn’t mind. You told him, and he smiled, kissing you.

“We’ll take it a lil’ more slow, this time. Face to face. Preferably ya kissin’ me, more.” He smiled, pinching your cheek playfully. You kissed him in false retaliation.

“Yer still a lil’ wet, so ya wouldn’t mind if I just-?” He asked, and you nodded, feeling his member catch onto the rim of your used entrance, the both of you moaning as he slid in easier, this time. You were wet and loosened, and instead of focusing on chasing your highs, the two of you paid attention to each other.

 Not many words were said as you did what you pleased, kissing, touching, and enjoying his softened expression at your inquisitive hands as he held onto you, returning your affectionate gestures as the atmosphere resonated with the flickering candles: soft and romantic as the two of your hips met in a slow, sensual pace, not racing against time as you felt him continue to purr, much to your satisfaction.  

You were still satisfied from earlier, but he still managed to make you cum again, this time it wasn’t as intense, but it didn’t matter, for your head cleared a little more quicker, getting to enjoy his desperate look as he quickened his pace. He looked debauched and desperate, eyebrows furrowed downward, pools of wetness gathering at his eyes as he bit his lip, only to open his mouth and call out your name as once again, he came inside of you.              

   “Damn, I think that I can forever make love to ya.” He panted out, sweaty chest rising and falling as one of your hands soothed circles around his waist, the other bringing his own to your lips as you kissed the back tenderly.

“I feel the same.” You admitted truthfully, and he let out another set of purrs.

……….

“Oh my goooooood! Oh my god! Sister! Where have you beeeeeen?! It’s been like, a year since we’ve last seen you!” Your friend hugged you tightly, relieved tears threatened to spill. Taishiro and you had decided to take a visit on the earthen realm to collect the rest of your things, if the villagers hadn’t destroyed your hut, that is. Luckily, your place was left untouched, and you came across the wondering group of girls, fretting over you, your state of dress, and looking at Taishiro with concern.

“Sis, did you finally summon a hireling? He doesn’t look like a gremlin?” One asked. You had to keep in your laughter as your husband’s eye twitched with annoyance.  

“Um, I used a different method on the summoning spell. This is my husband, Taishiro.”

“Whaaaaa-?”

“King of hell, keeper of souls, blah blah. Look, me an’ my Queen are going to go, now. Yer all annoyin’.” He griped, snapping his fingers as the portal to your home had opened, not giving your friends time to wave their goodbyes as he dragged you home, and oddly enough, you didn’t mind.

……..

          Your eyes glinted in the moonlight as the juice from the pomegranate seeds stained your lips red as you eyed the stunned man. Centuries had passed, and you and your husband had lost track of time, not aging as your magic grew in power, melding perfectly with his. Your adopted sons had moved on, finding their own mates, bringing them to your realm to visit regularly, and your love for Taishiro grew immeasurably.

  Unfortunately, since he was an ancient demon, he had to reincarnate once every one thousand years, letting his soul reset into a body although resembled his own, his memories were long gone, leading you onto a twenty-nine year old man-hunt for your reincarnated lover.

“I may have a use for you, yet.” You let the words soothe over the young magic user, his eyes widened in something akin to recognition, although confused.

“Alright, Dumplin, What’dya need?” His accent was the same, except it belonged to a young man, this time, and not a demon.

“I’m Queen of hell, lady of the lost souls, and I’m in need of a king.”

 “So familiar…” He gripped his head, eyeing you with confusion, yet there was a hint of your husband’s glint within those eyes.

“It’s because you know me. Very well.” You hummed at his confused expression.

“Alright, I’m curious. Lead me.” He gave in.

You smiled. It wouldn’t take long for the two of you to be reunited, after all.

………..

End! Give Thanks and Credit to Rita, or youtubequeens on tumblr for the idea and us brainstorming! I tried to fix any plot holes, I fell in love with the setting and mythology and other things, so I’m pretty proud of this fic :3