i want a child who is as cute as her

  • Fire Lord Ozai: Here is my perfect daughter, Azula. She's prodigy in Firebending and has high abilities in war strategies and battlefield beside her unquestionably loyalty to me. She achieves anything I want her to accomplish even if I don't oreder her to. She was at the top of her class in the Fire Nation Academy for girls. But I don't have a room in my heart for her. And if she disappointed me, there'd be consequences just like the other child who failed me.
  • Uncle Iroh: Here is my nephew, Zuko. I love him. He's angry and cute.
WONDER WOMAN: MORE THAN WONDERFUL

Ever since the first trailer came out, I could not stop waiting for this movie. Finally, on June 1st, it arrived in cinemas.

And even without a night of sleep, I pulled my closest friends to the theater to go see it. What I found? A movie that did not disappoint. Most people always disagree with me when I say I am a DC fan. Seriously? Why do they always have to compare to Marvel? Can’t we all just appreciate the superhero movies equally?

 With that being said, let’s take a look at everything I loved about Wonder Woman.

*Warning: Spoilers ahead. *

1. LITTLE DIANA

Bless this beautiful, beautiful child. She did a great job of playing a young Diana. I think the audience gave a collective, “Awww” when she appeared. With her doing cute little kicks and punches, it just added to the overall cuteness. But then she gives you this smirk and you know that the Princess of the Amazons is also a stubborn, sassy little girl who knows what she wants and goes after it.

2. EPIC FIGHT SCENES

The trailer alone showed some great potential in the fight department, but actually seeing everything on the big screen gives you this whole new feeling! It’s the “holy-shit- I- can’t- breathe” feeling. The kind where you stare with eyes wide open because you’re afraid that if you blink, you’re gonna miss something cool. The first few minutes of the movie, with the amazon warriors fighting off Germans on the shores of Themyscira (thank you, Steve) was amazing! We also see Queen Hippolyta and Antiope in action. (side note: my fave part would have to be her jumping onto a make shift shield that Steve grabbed and killing a sniper, taking down the whole top of the church doing so).

Bruce got nothing on that lasso.

3. Steve Trevor

I love Chris Pine. I have loved him ever since he came out in “Princess Diaries 2” and “Just My Luck”, when I was still a teenager in high school. And then he went and became Captain Kirk in Star Trek, and my fangirl heart could not help but love him more. Now, he has proven again how great he is by playing the charming, fearless, and disobedient Captain Steve Trevor. 

I’m so glad he chose to do this over Green Lantern! He was great when they were using the Lasso of Truth on him, but the funniest part for me was when Diana dropped by while he was taking a bath.

Diana: Are you a prime example of the average man? (or something like that)

Steve: No, I’m above average.

4. Gal Gadot

Unlike most people, I had nothing against Gal (or her allegedly small boobs *insert snort*) when she was first cast as Wonder Woman. Honestly, I was more concerned with how the story would go, but damn. She proved everyone wrong. She played the role perfectly. Perfectly. I am not joking. I cannot imagine anyone else who would’ve done a spectacular job as her. (And take note, she was pregnant whilst shooting this).

She could be fierce, emotional, humorous. She lighted up the screen, man. Figuratively and literally. And yes, she rocked that costume! Ugh that costume! At first, I was skeptical. After all, I am a big fun of the comics, and I sometimes hate it when they change these iconic things about characters (e.g. Barry Allen not being blonde in the TV series or the movie). But I came to love it. It showed more of her Amazonian roots than her iconic outfit in the animated series before.

5. No Man’s Land

This was the best scene/ segment of the movie for me. I had goosebumps watching her climb up to No Man’s Land. Add that to the fact that Steve tells her the soldiers have been there for nearly a year and haven’t gain an inch, yet she just strolls up there like is a fcking field of lilies and is dodging bullets better than The Matrix. My heart. My fangirl heart.

 Everything about it was so right. You have these bleak, grey landscape and yet Wonder Woman is wearing such vibrant colors. Then there are these slow- motion sequence where she’s blocking the bullets like some sort of freaking Jedi. And her shield seems to like glow while she’s getting hit with a machine gun and and and she’s dodging those bombs like they’re nothing. Nothingggggg. Then everyone else follows her and charges at the enemies. And I’m just sitting there like:

Up to now, my feels are still overwhelming. The story was great, the cast was great AND THE DIRECTOR, PATTY JENKINS. YOU ARE A BLESSING FROM GOD. I cannot wait for the Justice League movie. DC got this right, and hopefully, they keep getting it right.

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Hey, remember when I told you I had an idea for a KobaTohru child, but couldn’t show you because her sis was still being designed?

Here they are! Kobayashi Miho (美火 meaning: Beautiful Fire) and her sister Kobayashi Midori (翠 meaning: Green (designed by @askmisskobayashi))

Miho looks a lot like her working-mom, not just appearance-wise, but also personality-wise. So much that people often joke about if she’s even related to her maid-mom. Whenever they do, she casually shows off her fangs and tells them “I got these from her”.
Unlike her sister, she’s a human but can secretly use magic. She often pranks Midori by setting the curtains on fire and blaming her because “I’m a human. I can’t use magic.” She’s very laid back and often prefers playing indoors to doing anything active. Not very fond of physical contact, which is not so much fun when you have Tohru as a mom. 
Kobayashi once bought clothes for her and after getting scolded by her wife because these are not cute or fashionable, she was finally able to admit that Miho was the one who wanted to buy these. 

Midori is a happy-go-lucky dragon child. Her wings and tail are still non-existent, but she’s really proud that her horns are already growing. She’s the youngest sibling, but also the tallest which bothers Miho just a tiny bit. 
As sweet and loving as her mythical mother, Midori is a ball of sunshine and joy. Honest, but a bit of an airhead, she enjoys spending time with her mom and tries not to mess with her sister because she hasn’t forgotten all the pranks Miho pulled on her. 

Still they love the other a lot and often use each other’s laps during nap time, a habit that auntie Kanna taught them. 

Degrade(Yoongi Smut)

Trigger Warning:

The chandelier above your head shined a bright radiant gold as it hung low over the heads in the crowds.  The golden dressed that hugged your waist and dipped low in the front matched the hanging sculpted light. Your hair was pinned up in loose curls some strands framing the sides of your face as you laughed and indulged in minor chatter between you and the men you were around. Your arm was placed on hip of a male who wanted your attention tonight like you wanted his. His hands were currently drawing a patterned X on your lower black, the tips of his fingers brushing against the top of your ass. The thin fabric of the dress clung to your body, your weight shifting as you moved to press down on your left heel looking around once more at the crowd in front of you, your hand reached out to grab a drink and bring it to your lips.

“How about we get out of here?” Your guest whispered, and you nodded your head smirking up at him.

“I would like that. Give me time to freshen up yes?” You asked as you made your way towards the bathroom letting him go. Gliding through the crowds of people, your eyes sought out one familiar person. Min Yoongi. Seeing the male dressed up in a dark blue tux with a black button down shirt under it you couldn’t help but move to stand beside him.

“Good evening all of you, I hope you are all having a good night.” You stated letting your eyes linger on everyone.

“We were doing fine until you came.” Yoongi countered looking at you with slight irritation. Who told you to where such a revealing dress? It burned him up to the core.

“Well then you can keep your mouth shut while I talk to the rest.” You smirked as the men around Yoongi laughed.

“In that case if my presence is no longer needed my date and I will leave.” Yoongi bowed respectfully to the elders walking off to fetch his date. Your eyes wandered down his body and back up, frowning deeply you moved to fill the little gap he left in but you wanted to talk him and find out his deal.

Ever since you were younger Yoongi always spited you for everything you did. And you never understood why he didn’t like you. It wasn’t like you weren’t attractive apparently, you were a hot commodity because every male and female wanted a piece of you. And you were never one to let anyone down. Your parents were important people, an actor and a classical composer meaning they were never around at home leaving you to your lonesome. One thing lead to another and before you knew it you were joking with a guy in high school about him giving you fifty bucks for a blow job. You could say you were very surprised when you were wiping the cum off your lips and he was handing you a crisp fifty-dollar bill to add to your savings. And you thought to yourself if you could get that from one guy, imagine what you could get from a whole population. That’s how you started it, bribing men to give you thing in exchange for your body and your time. It was a beautiful life that you created for yourself one where you worked and upheld a decent name for yourself as well as keep attention that you wanted. And you didn’t always have to sleep around, sometimes a video of your fingers buried deep in your pussy or your pierced breast pressed together was enough to get them off. Of course, sometimes you felt bad going after many people, you had married men who would always want to buy you things and or just spend time with you, have someone to listen to. Everyone had given you what you wanted, attention and gifts like the true princess you were with her pretty little head held high. But there was just one man who acted as if the very sight of you repulsed him. You had known Yoongi and his parents as long as you could remember. His family owning their own business both his mother and father were the CEO’s of the company. Yoongi was just as wealthy and privileged as you but for some reason he didn’t appear to be as lonely. He had a few girls that he kept with him but it was always the same few and they never changed. You always questioned why he kept people close to him that weren’t gorgeous like yourself. It never truly dawned on you that you were jealous, because you could have whoever you wanted! But for some reason you wanted him, he was just so sexy and masculine. He kept himself subtle but the look in his eyes held a dark secret. You sighed to yourself, feeling the ache between your legs just thinking about those plump lips pressing against your lower ones, his tongue how it would flutter and grind against your clit. You almost released an audible groan, not aware that your breast was becoming pert nubs or the fact that your piercings were starting to show through.

“Y/N are you ready?” Your date asked wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you as flush close to his body as he could. He was a bit jealous watching how oblivious you were with that dazzling smile and how everyone else eye fucked you.

“Yes my love, I’m ready.” You smiled up at the male grateful for him coming along. Following him outside and eventually ending up tangled in his bed sheets, you shut your eyes and imagined that he was none other than the dark haired deep eyed male letting you control him for just once in your lifetime.


It had been a few weeks since your last run in with Yoongi. But you knew without a doubt that he would be at this social gathering at a close colleague’s house, you could almost say she invited him for you. Standing in the mirror you put on something casual, a zip up body suit with lace over your breast and ripped skinny jeans. Your hair flowing down straight and loose, makeup on your face with prominent but nothing overboard. Grabbing at your ankle heels you placed them on your feet and made your way to your friend’s house.

Standing around, your eyes danced around the room, your body becoming nervous as you waited for Yoongi to come. You hated yourself because you wanted him so bad and he didn’t give a damn about you. But it didn’t matter as soon as you saw Yoongi stepping into the space you were in with a black turtle neck on and skinny jeans you wanted to melt on the spot. On his arm was one of his favorite girls, a pretty brunette with a heart shaped face and an innocent aura about her. Going for just watching him today you wanted to stay back from him but your date decided you two should go talk to him.

“Love he is busy leave him be.” You tried to reason as you were tugged by an older gentleman towards Yoongi and his group of friends.

“Nonsense we are all here to talk and have a fun time.” The male explained as you all walked up. Yoongi’s happy smile was replaced with a grimace as he saw you and for the first time your cocky exterior was cracking. Shifting nervously, you pressed against your date and his comforting hand strokes down your lower back made you calm down.

“Y/N you look a little pale. Would you like something to drink?” Yoongi asked idly. You nodded your head about to leave but your date stopped you saying he would handle it. “So, what’s the old man giving you?” Yoongi asked and you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s none of your business what I get from the deal.” You snarled at him and you could see the anger growing in his face.

“Of course, it is. Everything you do is since it effects both of our families but you’re going around acting like a typical whore on the street.” Yoongi growled as he pressed his hands together in a hard line in front of him.

“Nothing I fucking do concerns you! I’m a grown ass woman who does what the fuck I want with who I want. And if you need to really know he’s giving me a new pair of kicks.” You said proudly.

“Look she’s so proud to be a slut.” Yoongi chuckled causing the people in the circle to laugh as well.

“You know what how, fuck you and go worry about those ugly girls you keep having on your shoulders.” You turned on your heels to leave not knowing why you were insulting them because they hadn’t done anything to you, Yoongi just really knew how to piss you off.

“What you call ugly I call art. At least unlike you they are faithful to me. And no thank you I’d never fuck a pussy as loose and worn out as yours.” Yoongi responded. “Besides you couldn’t even handle what I would do to you. These girls obey me.” Yoongi stated dismissing you. Turning around on your heels you glared at him, the anger raising in your face as you took minor steps forward towards him.

“Excuse me!? Loose pussy! I’m pretty sure the ones you fuck have a loose pussy or how else could your tiny dick fit inside of it? I bet it feels like a teddy bear is humping them whether they are on top or bottom. It’s funny that you think yourself is not art then because I’ve never called you ugly but maybe I should. Also, I could handle anything you gave me but no loose lips remember?” You countered back, it wasn’t the strongest attack and you felt like a child for it.

“Oh look the little baby can speak words, and she is starting to form her own sentences. I’m proud. I find it cute that you are confessing your feelings to me, I think I’m cute too. As far as I’m concerned, my size is not anything you need to know. Now run along and go ride on that dick, I know you want to.” Yoongi tilted his head towards the older male who was at the bar.

“Fuck you, you talk shit but you can’t back it up. See you around baby penis and remember I can handle whatever I want you just aren’t capable of taming me.”

“You actually think you’re tough.” Yoongi said to you rolling his neck as he took off his glasses. “But since you like indulging in child’s play so much, I’ll put you in your place right now little girl.” Yoongi gave his glasses to the girl who came with him, taking steps forward he opened his mouth to address you again. “You little slut, dirty whore. Cheap bitch.” With every word, he said to you he got closer, one hand pushing you back a bit making you stumble back until you were in the middle of the guest. “Filthy cumslut.”

“NO I’M NOT!” You shouted at him. “And I never will be any of those things. So, don’t ever call me those things again.” You didn’t realize how your voice rang or that Yoongi had set you up for failure, he gave a disappointing dry smirk.

“Exactly, which is why I would never want someone like you.” Yoongi kept his eyes on yours, and hearing the clearing of throats you looked around to see everyone look at you. You were embarrassed and upset with him. Your date who watched the whole thing go on slipped out and left you there, your plans were ruined. Turning on your heels you ran as your bottom lip quivered from anger and embarrassment. Punching a wall as you made your wall outside it created a hole that you felt in your heart.

All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that, getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything, Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were worth it and you would make him take back his words.

All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that, getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything, Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were worth it and you would make him take back his words.

The next morning when you got up, you laid in your bed for a while thinking on if this was really what you wanted to do and you did. You wanted to prove a point, you wanted to feel Yoongi. You were so angry with him but you wanted him at the same time and it was torture. You wanted to know why you weren’t enough for him. Getting out of your bed you threw on a pair of gray shorts and a black tank top. It didn’t take long for you to get yourself presentable enough to go and confront Yoongi. Marching up towards his door you knocked three times crossing your arms over your chest. You bit on your bottom lip when no one answered reaching forward you started to slam you fist against the door not taking the silence to well. Yoongi was shouting from the hallway and you could hear it, you were starting to become nervous as you rocked yourself back and forth on your feet. Yoongi opened the door looking down at you a mix of emotions washing over his face before a hard-tight smile was pressed onto his features.

“What do you want little girl?” He asked snarling at you. His tone made you push inside of his house past him as you glared up at him.

“We need to talk.” You said calmly.

“No, we don’t now get out.” Yoongi gripped at your wrist trying to pull you outside but you jerked away from him shaking your head.

“I’m not going any fucking where until you talk to me.” Yoongi was annoyed, cursing he slammed the door and gripped at your wrist tighter pulling you to him before his hand wrapped around your neck instead and he pressed you against the wall.

“The last thing you are going to do is bring your ass in here and tell me what to do. You need to watch your mouth and that little princess attitude. The world doesn’t owe you.” Yoongi remarked trying to be as calm as he can.

“And who’s going to make me watch it? Teddy bear?! I do what I want bitch.” You slapped Yoongi on his face trying to get him to let you go. Yoongi could feel the hand print on his face, looking back at you he slapped you back before he pulled on your hair dragging you down the hallway behind him.

“HEY LET ME GO!” You shouted out as you followed after him reluctantly.

Yoongi was quick to throw you on the bed wrestling with you to pull down your shorts and panties leaving you with just your shirt on. He slammed his room door shut and locked it. You tried to get up and dash for the door but Yoongi only caught you and kept you in his arms as he moved around his room getting things he thought he would need. Slamming you back down on the bed, he turned on his video camera. “Look at what little slut came to play with me.” Yoongi chuckled huskily his eyes growing dark as he looked down at your body. Your plump thighs on display for him as your hands tried to pull down your shirt. Yoongi could feel all his want creeping back into his body but he shook it off telling himself it would pay off it he just waited. “Here I have a few rules but the main is simple, I am the dom and you are my slave. If you can’t handle what I say or you feel it’s too hard then you might want to leave right now. You entering in this room means you gave yourself to me. Everything that I want to do to you is ok. Do you understand?” Yoongi asked pulling out his phone, he hit the audio record button repeating everything again holding out the phone to you. You didn’t know what to do until he showed you that it was recording and you understood.

“I-I understand.” You nodded your head and he smirked shutting off his phone.

“Perfect, now I know you are used to getting your way and having people baby you but you will not have that here. You are aiming to please me today, I could care less if you cum or not.” Yoongi muttered as he sat up his camera and took things out of his drawer to align along the top dresser. He turned on the camera hitting record as he watched you lay on the bed looking at him with an almost innocent expression that he wanted to wipe off your face.

“Touch yourself for me.” He commanded leaning against the dresser and you sighed.

“I can’t do that.” You frowned leaning back on your hands.

“And why not? All sluts know how to play with themselves.” He responded back looking at your figure.

“Well because I’m not turned on and I am not a slut.” You got defensive feeling your face heat up as he called you that.

“I don’t remember asking for you to speak back to me slut. Now I will say this again touch yourself of you can get the fuck out. If you can’t get horny that’s not my problem, you walk around here with your head held high and you can’t even get your own pussy wet? You’re pathetic and certainly not a sub I’d want.” Yoongi looked off unimpressed with you parts of him expecting you to leave from his harsh words, but what he got was better than what he expected.

You opened your legs for him, still very offended by what he said but if anything, it made you want to prove a point. Your hand went to cup your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly you shut your eyes, thinking about the man in front of you that made you wet. How deep his voice was, or how long his fingers were. How it would feel to have him touching you like this, complimenting you instead of talking down on you. Your pussy got wetter, allowing you to feel like you were replacing your hand with his, stroking over your lips you pressed a finger against your clit stifling a groan.

“No. Here you will moan.” Yoongi commanded, you were never a moaner your voice bothered your own ears and you never thought anyone else would like it so you didn’t. Sliding your middle finger inside of your pussy you bit your lip again to quiet yourself shaking your head.

“I can’t.” You replied as you tried to ignore him and press your finger deeper inside of you. You heard him moving things on his desk but you didn’t think too look, slowly getting warmed up you moved your finger in and out of your dampening heat pushing it as deep as you could.

“I’ll say it again. Moan.” Yoongi commanded with a dark voice. You shook your head disobeying again and that was your mistake. Yoongi was pressing the shock wand against you causing you to yelp and jerk from the item looking to see what it was. “Did I tell you to stop?!” Yoongi asked pressing the wand against your skin causing you to cry out as you shook your head no. Your finger pressed back inside of your pussy, your hips rolling off the bed as you gave him a tiny unsure moan, he raised the shock wand to press it against your inside thigh and you moaned out his name in sheer fear of the item sending jolts through your body, it was a hard press that caused a slight pain. He moved back, watching you and you felt your heart rate calm down again. Shutting your eyes slowly you added your second finger curving them inside of your tight heat moaning for him, your legs starting to press down against the bed as you thought of this as doing it for a gift or anything that would benefit you.

“Look at me.” Yoongi commanded, your eyes slowly opened to land on his, it made you flustered how he watched you, your own eyes unsure and very flustered. You looked off and Yoongi picked up the wand from the dresser causing you to gasp and look back at him.

“Tell me, what do you want little girl? You could have all these men, and here you are my dirty slut on my bed finger fucking her pink little pussy. What can I do for you?” Yoongi asked you. Opening your mouth, you paused to think about the question before you looked at him thrusting your hips up.

“Do I really have to say it?” You asked softly your fingers slowing down inside of your pussy.

“One. If you slow your fingers down I will punish you so speed them up until I say stop. And two yes, to be a sub I need to know as your dom what you want from me. I cannot give you what I think you want. You claim you are so great, you should have no problem using that mouth.” Yoongi retorted and you frowned.

“Fuck you.” You spat out. In a flash Yoongi was standing in front of you at an angle where the camera caught everything.

“Fuck me?” He asked slamming his hands down on the insides of your thighs. “Fuck me?” He asked again slamming his hand down harder on your skin leaving imprints causing you to whine as he grabbed at your neck pushing you into the bed, holding up the shock wand he started to press it against your parted thighs and on top of your shirt causing you to whimper and squirm not wanting to feel the shocking jolts. “If I were you I would watch my mouth little girl. The only one who will get fucked here may be you if you play your cards right. And I said to move those fingers faster!” Yoongi growled as he pressed the wand down above your clit scaring you shitless. Your fingers picked up speed pressing harder into your soaked entrance, watching as he pulled back and smirked down at you letting your throat go so that he could slap at your thighs. “What do you want?” He asked after he was successful in turning your skin red, your body was throbbing every hit made you jolt, everything had you feeling very sensitive to touch.

“I want you to fuck me.” You responded as your fingers brushed against your clit, sweat starting to form against your forehead.

“That’s all? Anyone can do that.” Yoongi sighed going to grab at something else on his dresser.

“Your dirty talk sucks.” He admitted coming back up to stand in front of you.

“You may have a great pussy but you lack, and unless you can convince me before I get bored of you that I should fuck you then there is no need for you. I have my favorites.” He smirked seeing the look of slight defeat on your face mixed with irritation. “Change my mind.” He breathed out huskily, leaning down he kissed up your parted thighs causing you to whine out for him. His teeth gripping at the hems of your shirt pulling it upwards as he listened to the sounds of your fingers brushing inside of your heat. He leaned down letting his tongue flick against your pussy lips, your head rolled back as your stomach tightened up you cried out louder for him, wanting to feel more of the playful flicks he was giving to you.

“Yoongi! I’m going to cum!” You announced but he had other plans. Pulling back, he pulled at the shock wand shaking his head.

“No.” He stated simply leaning down to lick against your pussy.

“No?!” You questioned him, feeling in the back of your mind you should’ve known better.

“I said no!” Yoongi growled out hovering the wand over your pussy. “Bad girls don’t get cummies and you are far from a good little slut, you will not cum until I say so or I swear you will get me off and I will give a fuck about if you find pleasure today or not.” You groaned rolling your head back trying to move your fingers and thrust at another spot but Yoongi shocked you twice. “No cheating, fuck your spot.” Yoongi commanded. You shifted your fingers again acting as if you found your spot and though you were moaning for life Yoongi saw through your bullshit. “Untrustworthy slut.” He chuckled angrily going to his desk to grab at a purple dildo. He pried your fingers away from your heat throwing your hand away as he pressed the dildo against your entrance. “Suck on your fingers like a good girl or you get the wand.” Him saying the words alone had you shoving your fingers down your throat moaning around them as he slid the toy inside of you, turning it on low he watched your reactions as he thrust it in and out of you at different spots wanting to find where you lost your mind. You were doing good of riding the toy always trying to one up him. Yoongi gripped at your hips pushing you down against the bed, a cry erupting from your lips as the toy found your spot. Your head rolled back as the vibrations were turned to medium, Yoongi leaned down to lick up your juices that were escaping from your pussy, biting back a groan he let his tongue dance up and down your lips, soon he was pressing his tongue against your throbbing clit that wanted attention. He watched you shift your hips, his tongue making a slow languid lick up and down as he kept you pinned to the bed.

“I can’t Yoongi!” You cried out, the vibrations becoming too much. This only excited him more, he switched the knob on the bottom making sure it was on the highest settings not pulling the toy out as he watched you writhe against the bed.

“Be a good girl. Don’t cum.” Yoongi warned moving to stand over you. He let his hands start to slap at your thighs again, eliciting sweet moans from your lips that he didn’t get the first time. You just didn’t know it but you were starting to break for him piece by piece. He saw your hardened breast under your shirt and he leaned down to flick his tongue against it, feeling little balls on each side he knew you had a piercing, looking up at you with surprise he kept his mouth shut for now, pulling on the piercing with his teeth as you shook your head.

“Are you going to cum?” He teased as he saw your toes curl, your thighs lifting as your face got red. Yoongi was un merciful as he let the toy assault your spot, knowing the vibrations were killing you.

“It’s too much.” You whined, your stomach clenching as you shut your eyes from the pleasure.

“Look at me. I said look at me!” He grabbed at the shock wand pulling the dildo back as he started to shock you making you feel in a state of having an orgasm and losing it at the same time, you were frustrated that you had been denied, your juices leaked out on the bed. Yoongi smirked at the puddle you had made.

“Shirt off.” He said and you did as instructed taking off your shirt and throwing it onto the ground.

“Lick up your juices.” Yoongi pointed at his bed.

“I don’t know who’s been on this bed.” You twisted up your face. Yoongi grabbed at your hair pulling you until he was pushing your face down into the puddle of juices, his free hand reaching for a cane flogger that he slapped against your back causing your skin to mark up as you tried to yell out in pain, feeling suffocated as your face was pressed against the damp spot.

“As of now, the whore that’s been on the bed is you so you shouldn’t have a problem licking up your own juices unless your pussy isn’t all that great.” Yoongi growled his fingertips brushing against your scalp as he pulled your head back, looking in your eyes he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll say it again. Fucking lick it up.” It was something about the darkness in his eyes that made you not want to question what would happen if you didn’t do it. Leaning down against the bed, your tongue stuck out as you started to lick at the wet spot, your cheeks burning as he let you go and went for his camera pressing it in your face. You stopped and he glared grabbing at the wand. You went back to licking the spot swirling your tongue around the silk materialled sheets that he had on his bed.

“Do you taste good slut?” He asked and you nodded your head. “That’s a good little slut.” Yoongi praised, it did something to your insides, your pussy was already a state but hearing him say good anything had you liking the sound of it, your toes curling as you wanted to hear more of it from him. Yoongi sat the camera back down looking back at you he grabbed more toys. “On your back.” He commanded and you did so, watching him. He leaned down letting his tongue glide against your nipples one by one. Soft moans echoed from your lips as you arched your back, your hands tangling into the sheets beside you.

“You’re starting to give into daddy.” Yoongi commented as he bit down onto your piercings, his tongue delighted to feel the metal balls pressed against your pert nipples. He gripped at the nipple clamps pressing them down on each of your breast. You winced wanting to take them off, to make it worse he started to pull on the chain causing you to groan wanting to be free of the things.

“Tell me what you want.” Yoongi asked again moving to take off his shirt, your eyes roamed his figure looking over his smooth flawless skin, he had one hickey on his collarbone and that made you feel jealous, looking up in his eyes you bit on your bottom lip clearing your throat.

“I want you to touch my pussy, to play with me. Use your tongue.” You said avoiding his gaze.

“You’re getting a little better. Who am I?” He asked and you lifted an eyebrow.

“Yoongi.”

“Nope try again.” He said and you frowned.

“I’m not calling you daddy.” Oh but you will. He promised darkly. “On all fours. Ass up face down.” You rolled over for him, getting into position as he wanted, you heard him shift around behind you, not knowing what he grabbed but soon you felt him pour some substance on you that you took as oil or something of the sort. Yoongi rubbed it into your ass, grabbing a paddle he aligned the cool mahogany colored wood against your ass striking you once. A loud cry of pain erupted from your lips as you looked over your shoulders up at him. Yoongi winked down at you hitting your ass again watching as the flesh jiggled. He grabbed the purple vibrator sliding it back inside of your pussy, he thrust it in and out of you while he spanked your ass.

“Who am I?” He asked again as he saw your hips move, the dildo thrusting against your spot as quick as he could move his hand. Your back arched and he slammed the paddle back down onto your body, you didn’t speak thinking you could get away with it. Yoongi growled taking the toy from you and denying you any pleasure. He swung the paddle down against your ass until it was a blistering red color, the prints looking angry against your skin. He trailed his fingers across the marks disappointed that you weren’t listening to him. He dropped the paddle rolling you onto your back. Smiling sweetly, he grabbed at a small plastic bag setting it on the bed, the other hand connecting his black battery on the underside of a glue gun that he had. Yoongi walked around the bed, reaching under to get restraints to cuff your arms wrist above your head on the bed. He walked back around you undoing the tied-up plastic bag watching you.

“It’s been a while, since I’ve did this to someone, but you will break. And if you cum, you will not ever get to touch me again.” He promised looking you in your eyes. He pushed the dildo back inside of you, letting the high vibrations ring through your body. Your hands jerked on the cuffs that were around your wrist. He moved to press the hot glue gun against your chest.

“What are you-“ You couldn’t even ask because he slapped your pussy causing you to gasp as he squeezed down on the trigger, the hot liquid pressing on your skin and causing you to hiss. It was so hot that the smoke was rising from it as he slid it down in a line.

“TAKE IT OFF!” You cried out, your body turning red as Yoongi decorated a pattern on your stomach with it.

“Say the words and I will.” Yoongi responded as if it wasn’t a big deal. You grit your teeth watching you and hating him, he smirked drawing the glue down to your thighs. “Do you know why I chose glue instead of wax?” He asked and when you shook your head he smirked pulling his whip from his drawer setting the hot glue gun down over paper towel. “it’s easier to break off.” He commented as he started to whip your skin. Loud curses of pain left your lips, but strangely enough some part of you liked it, every strike that he cracked against your skin. Yoongi gripped at the shock wand with his free hand pressing it against your body, you became a mess, writhing with a dildo buried inside of your crying out, almost literally as your eyes welled up. Yoongi kept going not pausing or slowing down.

“What am I?” He urged again, letting the whip focus on your abused nipples that were already suffering from the clamps.

“Daddy!” You shouted out, anger washed over you, you were embarrassed to be giving into him, he chuckled sitting down the shock wand that had your body writhing, he gripped at the dildo pressing it against your spot fucking you with it quickly.

“Say it again.” He commanded, you looked at him but the striking of the whip caused your mind to blank and you just reacted.

“Daddy! Fuck daddy! Please.” You whimpered out feeling your hips jerk against the toy, you wanted to cum so badly.

“No.” Yoongi denied you again pulling the toy from you. You were angry with that man you wanted to get up and walk away but you couldn’t because you agreed to stay, you had wanted this all these years and now you were getting it. Yoongi gripped at the hot glue gun again, pouring more on your body but this time he was sticking little pieces of paper to it. Looking down through teared eyes you watched as he decorated your body. He gripped at your hair pulling your head up a bit so that you could see better.

“All these words on your body are what you are to me. A dirty filthy slut. A cumslut, a sperm dumpster. A rag doll whose only good for fucking.” Yoongi commented, your eyes watered up more at his words, his other hand let the glue gun go as he stroked your clit, your anger slowly being replaced by pleasure but the tears poured from your eyes.

“Say it.” Yoongi commented. He knew you hated this, the look on your face, being turned on by those words said to you but your hips moved, your body was craving his fingers to brush against you, you wanted him. He slipped two fingers inside of you stretching you out and finger fucking you. You bit on your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead against yours, moaning as he rolled his hips against one of your legs. He was intoxicating and he was indeed breaking you. “Are you going to be good for daddy?” He asked softly curling his fingers against your spot. Your mouth flew open as you let out a jagged breath. “That’s right baby, I want this pussy. I want you to feel good. But you have to give into daddy.” He said the words so sweetly almost as if it were a promise. You shut your eyes before opening them again, rolling your hips against his fingers. “What are you?” He asked licking across your bottom lip.

“I’m daddy’s little slut.” You whispered out to embarrassed to say it louder.

“What?” He asked you, his fingers picking up speed.

“I-I’m daddy’s little slut.” You said again a bit louder as his fingers continued to assault your spot.

“Yeah? You’re my dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you?” Yoongi growled biting on your bottom lip causing you to whimper as he finger fucked you harder.

“Yes I am!” You cried out as your stomach tightened but you knew you had to hold it, you just knew it.

“All mine to fuck and destroy, everything on you is mine, even this dirty little pussy.” Yoongi pulled his hand back to slap at your pussy before he shoved in three fingers inside of you soon making it four.

“Say it. Say what you are.” Yoongi worked on your slicked pussy, watching as you struggled to speak because of the pleasure. Instead of slowing down he added another finger inside of you, all his fingers and his thumb buried into your pussy. Grabbing at the shock wand he pressed it against your skin causing you to cry out.

“I’m your dirty little fuck toy! Everything is yours! Yes, daddy it’s all yours.” You cried out rolling your head back before you could feel his fist closing up inside of you. “Daddy no! Daddy please no.” You looked down at him as he started to fist you. Yoongi smirked proudly, you were the second girl he ever tried this with, sliding his fisted hand in and out of you he rubbed your clit with his hand after he sat down the wand.

“Sluts get fisted baby girl. Look at how you’re taking this fist up your pussy. You’re that loose? A fucking whore I knew it. On your knees, all the time. How many men have you let do this?” He teased causing your face to heat up as you moaned your eyes shutting as he fucked you. You were embarrassed you knew you were sight to see with all these words hot glued on your body and a man’s fist up your pussy. Your hair was starting to stick to your face, your body was having a hard time regulating breathing. Yoongi slowly removed his fist and his hand from you when he knew you wanted to cum. It hurt so bad, your pussy was throbbing with release, the juices were sliding from you and you felt empty. Looking up at Yoongi you watched as he took off his pants walking around the bed. “Open.” He commanded you.

He dropped his boxers as you looked up at him, seeing his hard cock spring out to press in the air. The tip was red and angry, his veins popping out against his skin and he looked sexually frustrated. Yoongi waited for you to open your mouth, sliding you up a bit, he made sure your head was hanging off the bed, his slipped his cock past your lips opening his legs wider to be on either side of his face. He started to roll his hips forward burying himself down your throat as much as he could. Rutting his hips forward he watched as you stretched your mouth wide trying to fit him in without choking too much. His balls were slapping you in the face causing you to become more flustered as his fingers busied themselves back on your clit.

“Mmm you’re sucking me so well. You must really like my balls in your face. Or you’re just a very cock hungry girl.” He teased as he picked up the speed of his hips. Yoongi gripped at your hips lifting you up in the air, your legs on either side of his face as you were hanging upside down. Not able to do much but place your hands on his knees due to the restraints you felt your heart pound hard in your chest at the thought of him dropping you. Yoongi started to lick at your abused pussy, shoving his tongue into your entrance he tasted all of you burying his face as much as he could. He gave you moans letting it vibrate onto your body as you moved your head up and down on his shaft, your tongue finding his most sensitive parts and attacking them, Yoongi knew you were good at head which was why he saved this, it was hard enough not giving into you. He wanted you but he had to treat you like he hated you or he would have always given in. Yoongi let his tongue swirl around your pussy, mapping out the insides of your slick heat. His tongue licked up all your juices, before he pulled back to grab at your ass cheeks and spread them wide, looking at the camera and hearing you whimper around his dick lodging it down your throat causing you to choke as he teased your asshole. He smirked proud to get the reactions out of you that he wanted.

He slowly pulled away and pressed you down into the bed before he pulled out of your mouth. Yoongi gripped at the restraints taking them off you moving back to slide the camera stand close to the bed. He pulled at your hips moving you until you had one leg pushed up and the other down, on your stomach but your upper half was twisted. He aligned himself with your heat, but he didn’t push in. “Fuck yourself on it pro.” He responded slapping at your ass cheek. You huffed, licking over your swollen lips you tried to move your position. “No, just like this, I want to capture that wet pussy taking me in on camera.” He admitted as he kept you in place. Slowly you slide down on his cock, your head rolling back as you took only half of him in. You didn’t need time adjusting thanks to him and other encounters. Bouncing yourself on his dick as much as you could your hands fisted the sheets under you as you rode him. Yoongi bit on his bottom lip knowing your game. You only took half of him in so you wouldn’t moan or get caught by the camera enjoying it or doing too much work. He gripped at the top of your thigh by your hip sliding himself forward earning a moan of pleasure from your lips. It was the first time you had bothered to take anyone in all the way and no one until now had caught your game. Yoongi leaned over your body, grinding his hips forward as your hand pressed on his lower stomach.

“Fuck Y/N. I see why you stay tight. Have you been cheating all these years’ baby girl? That’s.. Cute” Yoongi admitted slowly snapping his hips forward he pulled back to grab at the camera pressing it downwards to look at how he connected with you, your ass meeting his hips as he slipped deeper inside of you.

“Daddy don’t.” You whimpered slightly feeling full of his cock buried inside of you, becoming connected to him in ways that you had never done before. Yoongi had his own agenda staring to speed up he held the camera in place as he watched you.

“Don’t what? Fuck this little pussy until you’re cumming? Fuck you into the mattress? Or paint all of you white because you don’t know how to handle teddy bear’s dick?” Yoongi smirked as he continued to snap his hips against yours picking up speed. His impactful thrusts got harder, his lust filled eyes studied your body, Yoongi leaned down to grab at the chain pulling it causing your breast to feel sore and you whined out laying against the bed. He made sure that every thrust had you gasping for air or calling out for him in some way. He sat the camera back down keeping you in position, his free hand pulled at your hair as he turned your head to his. Kissing your lips, he wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth giving you a very wet and sloppy kiss, your teeth clashing with one another as he fucked you harder. He gave a pattern hitting your spot three times before he missed on purpose. He pulled back to growl against your lips, looking in your eyes as his hand moved to grab at your neck instead. He shifted his hips to land strictly against your spot, causing you to try and gasp for air as he brought you down against him, slamming you on his shaft. He bit on your jaw, his other hand pressing down into the bed as he ruined you on his sheets. Your eyes were overflowing with water, the mix between pain and pleasure, your stomach tightening up and air cutting off was too much. You were overwhelmed but it felt great and you knew soon you were going to cum.

“You want something?” Yoongi growled, rolling his hips forward pulling out until he had just the tip in and slamming back inside of you creating a faster rhythm, his hips were starting to feel sore and he had the strongest urge to cum but he had to get you off first.

“Can I cum?” You whispered as his grip got a little tighter.

“Can you cum what pet?” He asked you as he watched your eyes drop and your face form the most beautifully aroused expression he had ever seen in a slave.

“Can I cum daddy?” You asked before you looked in his eyes. “Please let me cum Yoongi.” The way you said his name, had him groaning out yours as he nodded. “Cum kitten.” He wasn’t going to last long but seeing you give into your orgasm and tighten up around his shaft, how your whole body shook and bent to his will, your essence sliding out on his cock as he released your neck was enough. Yoongi quickly picked you up, pressing your back against his chest and spreading your legs out wide he fucked you in the air pounding his hips up creating more lewd sounds of skin colliding with skin your juices dripping down to his balls. He continued slamming into you until you were a sobbing mess meeting your second orgasm. Yoongi released as soon as you did the second time, slamming you down on the bed he pinned your wrist beside your head driving into you harder, both of your legs spread as he let his shaft penetrate you. You were trying to move, the overstimulation becoming too much as he fucked your spot harder. It took a bit longer but he had you cumming for the third time pinning you in place, his hips circling against your ass, his wet balls slapping against your pussy, Yoongi pulled back feeling another wave hit him, his cum shooting out in thick ropes onto your lower back and your ass some escaping to slip down your crack. Yoongi took deep breaths combing his dark blue and black hair from his face. Letting his heart calm down he lifted you up a bit taking off the nipple clamps and going to turn off the camera. He started to clean up his stuff as you lay there soaked in cum and hot glue with letters. You rolled over on your back, slowly starting to unpeel the letters from your body. You felt sore and your eyes searched for the male that had escaped into the bathroom and turned on his shower. You got up, thinking that it was all over wanting to just go back home to bask in this and frown that it was over but at least you had more dates.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked you as he came from his closet with a towel around his waist going towards his bathroom.

“I’m going home.” You said as if it was obvious. “I have a date later.” You reached for your shirt but Yoongi snatched it smirking.

“No you don’t. You’re mine now. And that doesn’t mean I’m your man but when I call you, then you come running because that’s what we agreed on.” He smirked at the color drain from your face.

“It was a one-time thing!” You shouted.

“Ahh see that’s where you’re wrong. You see, I have a sex tape of you now. And that means unlike your little plan of just fucking me to say you got me, I enjoy degrading you very much and I plan to do it as many places as possible.” He winked before you opened your mouth.

“I’ll sue! You can’t do this!” You yelled glaring at him because you couldn’t fathom the fact that someone could one up you or trap you especially him!

“Well I’ll tell you what. If you do sue, I have a voice audio as a verbal agreement between us. I will also let you go, but I get to show your parents. And all the men you’ve ever screwed. I know for a fact the things I’ve done to you no man hasn’t. O-Oh~ Yoongi.” Yoongi smirked faking one of your moans causing your body to become heated with rage and a deep scarlet set on your skin. You sat there rooted in place unbelieving this had happened to you.

“See, you may be smart but I am smarter. Why do you think I stayed away? Not because I didn’t want you, I just had to play your game. SO now you belong to daddy who is going to shower, and when he comes back you better be clean and waiting for me to tell you what you and I will do today. But since you had to misbehave so quickly then I won’t bother to tell you where the bathroom is. But it does take me on average ten minutes to shower.. If I was my hair.” Yoongi shut the door and you thought about escaping or even disobeying but one sound of the shocker pressing against the door had him gloating and you limping to find the nearest bathroom.

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I literally redid this story four times so I hope you all really like it.

I want a serie about modern witches. But not slut-witch or ugly-witch, not murdering monstrous witches. I want mom witches sewing protective amulets in her kid’s clothes. I want granny witches who brew a fertility potion for their unsuspecting neighbor who longs for a child. I want cute witches who curse the college bully with a cold. Modern witches, please ?

Spider-Man: Homecoming

Okay, so like I’m still bitter about Andrew but Spider-Man: Homecoming was actually really good.
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• A film by Peter Parker - seriously that home movie was the cutest shit and it worked so well as a means to introduce Peter and his relationship with Happy. Like, he’s such a bouncy kid, so excited for his “Stark Internship.”

• Once again, excellent soundtrack. Marvel is really targeting their audiophiles this year and, like, I’m so here for it. Here, take ALL my money.

• Peter’s actually a motor-mouth (though not as much of a sarcastic little shit as I would have liked). Not to get too off topic here, but one of the reasons I love Spiderman and Deadpool, Spiderman & Deadpool teamups, and why I think Spiderman and Deadpool work so well together is because they’re both smart, sarcastic little shits who run their mouths off. I could go on and on about how much I love the Spiderman/Deapool dynamic and why it just *works.* But I’m focusing on Spider-Man: Homecoming here so I won’t. I guess my point is that it was really nice to hear Peter chatter away in Homecoming and to really see how smart this kid is. I mean, he and Ned HACKED A STARK SUIT. Successfully! Like, come on.

• Diversity - like real diversity. For the first time in a long time, the extras in a Marvel movie, in *any* movie, actually reflected real life (i.e., it wasn’t a sea of white people with one (1) poc). I really hope we keep seeing more movies that do this.

• Ned. Ned. NED. A true friend, the ride-or-die friend, a v precious v smart cinnamon roll who’s just really excited to be a part of this chapter in his best friend’s life, and who is a part of this chapter in Peter’s life - not a sidekick, Ned’s got a role and it’s one Peter legit values. Ned: the real MVP 👏👏👏👏

• Zendaya is a gift, A GIFT I TELL YOU. A+ casting I’m in love. She had the best comedic timing I think Just, the whole movie she’d occasionally drop a line or make a gesture and it killed me. She hardly spoke yet she stole the fuckin show, beautiful. Get it Zendaya, can’t wait to see more of you in future movies, Marvel and otherwise.

• I’m actually really happy with how they wrote Liz. Like, they totally could have made her a bitch, the stereotypical pretty popular girl who doesn’t even know Peter’s name. But they made her really down to Earth and grounded. She not only knows Peter’s name, she’s legit smart, and actually pays attention and notices that Peter’s acting strange and cares about what’s wrong! Like, well done Marvel. Nice job.

• Speaking of good characterization: Flash. Finally! A bully that looks and behaves like a bully. Not a muscled up, dumb, meat head who everyone in the audience can see coming a mile away, but just…. a normal, mean dude. You know, like the bullies in real life. 

• Okay, so I know the fandom keeps joking about how Aunt May keeps getting younger and soon she, too, will be a child. But I gotta say, Aunt May was awesome in this. She’s so cute, and I want her wardrobe, and omggggg the montage where she’s helping Peter get ready for the dance ❤❤ I like this Aunt May, good job.

• “If you’re nothing without the suit, you shouldn’t have it.” Hello Avengers callback wow. If you still think Tony Stark isn’t a hero unless he’s Iron Man, if you still think superpowers or a supersuit are what makes a hero after this you can unfollow me right tf now.

• ParentalFigure!Tony Stark. I am LIVING! 

• K.A.R.E.N. is lovely and I adore her. I love that Tony programmed a nurturing and encouraging personality into her. This whole movie dropped subtle hints at how hard Tony is working to be Not Howard™ for Peter and I love itttt.

• Happy!! We haven’t seen much, if any, of Happy since IM 3 and I’m so “happy” 😉 he’s back (plsdon'thurtme). And he’s sooo the cranky Uncle who cares deep down in his pinky toe. It’s wonderful. And! And!!!! He, an adult, openly and honestly admits he was wrong and apologizes to Peter, a teenager, who was right. Like, when’s the last time that happened in a film?

• “It’s been in my pocket since 2008” are you fucking kidding me Marvel??? Since Iron Man fricken ONE (1)??? Tony you’re WHIPPED and I love it.

• That Scene where Peter is trapped under the concrete holy shit. That was The Moment™ I was finally sold on Tom Holland and this new Spiderman, w-o-w. Acting. Wow. First Spiderman movie where we, the audience, are forced to acknowledge that Spiderman is a 15 year old CHILD. He’s still learning how to do this whole superhero thing, and in this moment he’s fucken terrified. 

He could have been at the dance, having a grand old time with his friends, you know, being a “normal” 15 year old. But no. He decided to go stop a bad guy, even without his suit, because it was the right thing to do and now he’s being crushed and he’s scared but goddamn if he doesn’t pick himself up and go because he’s Peter. Fucking. Parker. He still fights the villain, even after discovering who the villain is, AND fricken saves said villain because guess what?? He may be a 15 year old child but let’s not forget that he’s also a 15 year old fuckin HERO. I remain steadfast in my opinion that the only true difference between Spiderman and Deadpool is that Spidey actively tries NOT to kill people while DP doesn’t really care all that much and that’s why they get along so god damn well, they just complement each other man idek

• Poor Steve. Poor, poor Steve. Patience, is it really worth it? (Yes. Yes, it is Steve)
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9.5/10 - yet another Peter Parker Spiderman film but, like, this was actually done really well?? So, yeah.

Anyways, if you’re hesitating to go see Spider-Man: Homecoming in theaters…. I get it. I do. I, too, was all: “Not another Peter Parker movie, ugh.” And yeah, go see Baby Driver or Wonder Woman (a smaller movie featuring characters with disabilities and a female-led diverse superhero movie respectively) first if you haven’t seen them already. Lord knows Spidey’ll be fine if you don’t see it in theaters right away. That being said, you should definitely go see Homecoming in theaters. It’s worth the money.


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Send me dumb maid dragon headcanons and I might draw em

@djunk411​ Did this turn into a kindergarten AU? It sure did, but boy did I have fun thinking of these! We’ll call it Dragonling!AU. I have a lot more comics planned for this, but let me first give you a little rundown of the kids. 

Tohru: She’s the rambunctious kid that can use her cuteness to get almost everything. And whenever that doesn’t work, she turns full-on dragon child and will force it out of them. She’s super proud that her second pair of horns are growing. Doesn’t like Elma at all for some reason. She might or might not have a small crush on caretaker Kobayashi. 

Fafnir: The shady weird kid who wants nothing to do with anyone else. He likes to play on his old-school gameboy color and has almost every game for it. Don’t take it away or he will hurt you. Even the caretakers are afraid of him, except for caretaker Takiya. Maybe because they found common ground?

Lucoa: You know that kid that always loses everything? Their toys, their food… their clothes? You guessed it, Lucoa is that kid. Does she do it on purpose? We will never know. She’s the only one, together with Kobayashi, who can rein in Tohru… but only if she feels like it. Was transferred from another group to Kobayashi and Takiya’s because of an incident with her sister. 

Elma: Literally the only one with common sense! She just wants to play, make friends, be happy and stuff her face with food. She always accidentally gets into some kind of trouble, which is mostly Tohru’s fault. She just has a lot of bad luck and it doesn’t help that the biggest troublemaker of the group hates her guts for no apparent reason. Has food crumbs stuck to her face 24/7.

Feedback is very appreciated, especially for Lucoa. I want her clothing antics to be silly and innocent, but I’m worried that people might take it the wrong way.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really liked your hc!!! and I also would like a head canon with the RFA +Saeran, V and Vanderwood with MC as the Daughter of a Yakuza boss (sorry if my english is bad)

You’re English is just fine, sweetie! Thank you for your request!

OKAY! Quick explanation about the whole “Yakuza” thing. So, like, I know that technically Yakuza are the Japanese mob, and everyone is Korean in game, but I’m a lazy sack of shit who didn’t know what to write in replacement of that that would be more appropriate, but… we’ll just have to roll with it because I have no idea what else to put down.

Also, before we get into the specifics, here’s a few wide-spanning ideas between them;

  • MC was the illegitimate second child of the Boss
  • She has an older half-brother, who is 10 years older
  • Her biological mother died when she was a baby
  • Her step-mother was the one who insisted on taking her in, and loved her like a real daughter because she was so freaking cute as a little one
  • She knows self-defense because her brother taught her
  • She knows how to act like a proper, respectable woman because her stepmother taught her
  • Her father’s underlings all dote on her as well

Yoosung

  • Yoosung is super scared to meet her family when she tells him
  • “I didn’t want to tell you about each other unless things got really serious.”
  • They go to her family home and he’s nothing but respectful and terrified as her stepmother serves the tea
  • MC never removes her hand from him both as reassurance and to protect him
  • Her stepmother loves how earnest he is
  • The thing that ultimately convinces her family that he’s the proper fit for MC is when one of the Underlings that’s had a crush on her since they were teenagers starts hitting on her while she’s showing Yoosung around
  • Yoosung goes a little yandere, steps very obviously between MC and the guy, puts his arm around her, and glares very scarily at this guy
  • “Hi, I’m Yoosung. Her fiancé. And you are?” “[says his name].” “Hm, funny, MC’s never mentioned you before.”
  • Immediately they’re sold. Hell, they help plan the wedding.

Jaehee

  • Well… they didn’t immediately jump for joy
  • Jaehee really wasn’t sure what to expect when MC led her to a very nice, traditional house
  • She was ever a little frightened by the people around the entrance, even if she greeted these scary people warmly
  • It wasn’t until they started doting on her and calling her little pet names from when she was baby that Jaehee understands that they’re like family and she has nothing to fear
  • When MC’s brother sees Jaehee, he laughs, but asks if Jaehee knows anything about protecting someone
  • Jaehee is a little offended, so does a judo throw of the older brother
  • Father and stepmother witness this as well, MC starts laughing and kisses Jaehee for her impressive performance
  • Stepmother is cautious, but approves of Jaehee being very polite, kind, and hardworking
  • Father is… well, he’s torn
  • He was expecting his daughter to present him with a strapping young suitor that he could scare -away- into submission
  • Instead he gets a woman who he just doesn’t know how to intimidate because she’s faced down the C&R household along with various other CEO and chairmans and walked out without a sweat
  • But at least his daughter is happy
  • After they’re home, Jaehee’s knees buckle from the nerves and she’s so happy that they approved of her

Zen

  • He used to be in a gang, but this… this is a whole new level
  • But he does know the culture, plus he’s an actor, so he’s able to be confident and friendly when he meets her family for the first time
  • Zen is immediately fawned over by her stepmother because (a) he’s so handsome and (b) she’s a fan of his.
  • He reluctantly admits to formerly being part of a gang, and earns the respect of the brother
  • That just leaves her father who has been eyeing him suspiciously ever since he learned Zen was an actor
  • His biggest concern is not if he can protect her, but if he’s (a) good enough and (b) will be true to her.
  • When her father pulls Zen aside to question him about his willingness to be faithful, Zen tells him about the Echogirl incident and says that he would do it again a thousand times, just to be with MC
  • The father just says, “If you ever hurt her, no one will find your body.”
  • “I would never dream of it,” Zen says. “Even if you didn’t threaten me.”

Jumin

  • Jumin is not an easy to intimate man, so when they show up at her father’s home, he just walks in without flinching
  • He’s the perfect gentleman
  • MC’s stepmother approves of him quickly because he’s handsome, charming, and very successful
  • The men of the family aren’t so easily convinced
  • They know his father’s history with women, and even if they know about the RFA party and everything that happened, they’re still concerned that he’s going to cheat on her
  • He actually gets kind of scary when her brother implies he will sleep around like his father
  • Because, even the thought of anyone hurting his love is offensive
  • Her father ends up speaking up and admitting that, once, when they were children, MC and Jumin actually met
  • It was at a party at a yacht club that the Han family and he were part of
  • Her father remembers two things from that party; (1) Chairman Han trying to buy out his business to “legitimize” it and (2) Jumin being kind of a jerk to a younger MC
  • Granted, Jumin was like, 8 or 9, and she was maybe 4 or 5, so it’s a bit of a hard judge, but MC followed him around that whole party because he was so pretty, and little Jumin thought she was annoying and accidentally made her cry
  • So of course her doting father still doesn’t forgive him
  • Meanwhile Jumin immediately apologizes for that, and MC is laughing because it’s an adorable story and Jumin is being ridiculous for apologizing for something that happened so long ago
  • The men of her family manage to ease up after seeing his reaction, but remain wary
  • As far as MC sees it, as long her family and his father don’t cause problems, everything will be fine

Saeyoung

  • He comes prepared with all their information memorized and a bribe of three boxes of Honey Buddha Chips
  • They’re impressed with his bribe, and when they ask about his job, they’re terrified
  • Because Saeyougn starts listing off their personal information (SS#, drivers liscense, birth name, date and place of birth, favorite internet search, last 20 things they individually purchased, etc)
  • They’re terrified, realize he’s a hacker, and they just kind of nod and say, “yeah, okay. We’re good. Please don’t hack us.”
  • Then they see how happy he make MC
  • As their leaving, Saeyoung says, “I think that went well.”
  • “Well as it could go.”
  • “I can’t believe they didn’t try to kill me after the whole ‘apartment bomb’ thing”
  • “They don’t know, and if you tell them, my father will find a way to kill you and make you disappear.”

V

  • V meets the brother first
  • “I don’t approve,” the brother says. “You can’t protect her if anything happens.”
  • “I can protect her in my own way.”
  • “Oh really?”
  • “Have you ever seen anyone attack a blind man?”
  • “…well no, but-”
  • “And if a blind man - or the woman he was with - were being attacked, wouldn’t you want to do something?”
  • “Yes but-”
  • “I may not be able to fight, but I can protect her.”
  • He’s earned points with father and stepmother immediately after this
  • Brother is still cautious, but he doesn’t go against his parents wishes

Saeran

  • When he shows up, her family isn’t sure what to think of him
  • I mean, from the white hair to the black clothes…. he seems… interesting
  • But then they see the look in his eyes
  • They talk
  • He ends up fitting right in
  • MC would be surprised, except she knows she has a type
  • her father even briefly considers offering him a job

Vanderwood

  • He didn’t once try to kill her brother, what?
  • Okay, but seriously, he didn’t expect to walk into the den of a mob boss when going to meet her parents
  • But it did explain a few things
  • Like why she wasn’t afraid of pretty much anything
  • And how she manages to keep such a cool head in crisis situations
  • MC is really clever, too, in that she knows how her family would react to knowing his former occupation (in that they’d either want to hire him as muscle or kill him), so she lies to them about it
  • She says he worked security at a data management facility (she’s not wrong)
  • Her father legitimately asks Vanderwood to go in for an interview with the security team at his (shady) business
  • Much to Vanderwoods surprise, things go remarkably well, and he’s invited to join them for dinner again
  • He’s so glad he ignored his survival instincts for once and didn’t run away
Little helper.

Authors note: This was a spare of the moment concept I came up with. It isn’t too detailed because it is a little hard to detail this kind of concept, but here is some daddy fluff! Xx 
Shawn Master List found HERE



You used to love the thrill of going to his concerts, experiencing the rush and the atmosphere as he sings his heart out on stage, the way his eyes light up the moment he hits the stage. You used to love all of it, even when you’d meet him backstage and he would be full of sweat, messy curly hair, and exhausted, but still full of delight. He’d always wait for you to reach the backstage before changing. It was a tradition for him to wait so he could engulf you in a sweaty hug, a tradition you screwed your nose up at, but secretly loved.

When you both got married the shows were just as thrilling and intriguing, but when you fell pregnant, you couldn’t (weren’t allowed), to attend shows and enjoy the atmosphere, Shawn had banished you from his shows, far too worried that the crowds and the rush backstage was far too dangerous for you.

With that being said, when your little girl eventually arrived in the world, you had both agreed to keep her distanced from the world of her father, not wanting pap pictures spread around, or to have her surrounded by too many fans at one time.
Which narrows down to not being able to attend many concerts.

Shawn had left early in the morning to prepare for a charity concert he was putting on. He had been off of tour for a few months, wanting to spend time with you and his now two year old little girl, sick and tired of having to either watch her through videos or on having her cooped up in tour buses and hotels.

You knew that tonight was a rather significant event for Shawn, sure, it was just another concert, but it was a concert for a rather wonderful cause. You hated missing a lot of the other events, so you did what any other wife would do, you decided it would be a great thought to surprise him. 

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Ozai: I have a perfect daughter. She’s a firebending prodigy, and she has high abilities in war strategies and on the battlefield besides her unquestionable loyalty to me. She achieves anything I want her to accomplish even if I don’t ask her to. She was at the top of her class at her Academy. But if she disappointed me, there’d be consequences just like the other child who failed me.

Iroh: Here is my nephew, Zuko. I love him. He’s angry and cute.


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Sasuhina Recommendation List

This is my gift to all my fellow sasuhina shippers out there. I will be leaving out the old legends and bring some fresh and equally good (if not more) fanfics to spotlight.

Lavender Memories by  TheUnstableLiz

Rated T

Hinata loses her memory and Sasuke - her husband - tells her how they came to be. What I love about this fic is the gentleness with which he handles his wife and the little things he has done to prove to her that he loves her.

The Flowers, the Lone Gardener and His Wife by Daifuku Mochiin 

Rated M 

Passion, poetry and a good laugh packed in one. Just two dorks in love. This fic is a must if you want some lemony goodness and a cute Hanabi.

Fall For Me? by Sherestia

Rated T

Your typical ‘getting back to a love interest stealing friend’ with a not so typical approach. Trust me when I say this it’s nothing like any other of its kind because Hinata is kept pretty well in her character despite her wanting to grow out of her shell. Read it, I strongly recommend it.

Sweet Dispositions by Ovidae 

Rated T

The best thing about it is that the author updates 2 to 3 chapters in one update and she’s pretty regular at it too. After a one-night stand, Hinata and Sasuke are forever linked. Now she has to leave her life behind for her child and move to the Land of Lightening with Sasuke. But what started as a mistake would soon turn into something more. A bit depressing in the beginning but trust me it gets better.

Sleeping with the Enemy by College n Curls 

Rated M

The fic has already reached 1k and for a good reason too. Not many authors can pull off a fairly lemony story without it feeling like a porn. A good plot, timely updates with significant word count to satisfy the reader in you - this story has everything you want in a fic.

Last Link by MsChifSantos

Rated M

MsChifSantos does it again. Sasuke finds the last link to his brother - his son and his lover - and he will do everything in his power to protect them as he slowly falls for his nephew’s mother. But not everyone is as forgiving as she is. A strong plot line and lovely characterization, it’s a must guys.

Hyuuga and Uchiha, what can go wrong? by Thickle

Rated T

Nothing, nothing can go wrong with these two. One of the most adorable fics I have ever read and I’ve read lots. This will make you want to cuddle with Sasuke because he’s that cute.

Blastomere by themelodicshagg

Rated M

Sasuke, a sperm donor, unknowingly donates his sperm to the one girl he loves but the girl who thinks he hates her. Now expecting his child, will things work out in their favor? Don’t tell me this hasn’t piqued your interest.

My Walls Stood Painted Blue by pro-uchiha

Rated M

Only two chapters down but a very promising story. Hinata, a single mom, looking after a traumatized daughter finds a friend in her child’s teacher. it’s really good, do give it a chance.

Lack of Resistance by DeAbstract

Rated M

Sasuke is so well in character that you won’t believe it. It is one of those rare gems that you don’t forget for a long long time.

kin-kay2911′s Your Guardian Angle part 1 and part 2

Rated T and M respectively

If you’re into in-universe, action and slow building romances then this is your thing. The characterization in these fics is pretty good, a strong plot line and a not-so-irritating Karin.

Forever Entwined by Music Lover Always

Rated M

Hinata is accidentally inseminated with Sasuke’s sperm. Not she’s expecting his child but the problem is they’re both content with their married lives yet feelings are starting to develop between the two. Author’s way of writing is really refreshing. A well in character post-war Sasuke. One of my personal favorites, you will truly enjoy reading it.

A Deal With The Devil by PenCraft31.13

Rated M

This fic had me wondering: where was it hiding all this time? Yes, it is that good. A truly devilish Sasuke and a slice of Itahina, this fic will keep you on the edge on your seat.

Lys Blanc by Milkshakecat200

Rated M

It’s really good. That’s all i can say without spoiling it for you. Do check it out.

Dearly Beloved by morninglily

Rated T

Hinata is arranged to be married to Sasuke but she starts falling for his teacher. I don’t know whether it’ll end up as sasuhina or kakahina but my hopes are with sasuhina because he’s sweet in his own Sasuke way.

The Konoha Daily by Athena froofroo

Rated T

Only a single chapter so far without any hints of sasuhina but the tags say so. But it gave me a good laugh and thus earned its spot in this list.

In The Light by Mizu79

Rated M

All of the author’s fics are really good but this one is just splendid. A good blend of angst and romance. Sasuke and Hinata are imprisoned in a cell together but soon realize that they’re each other’s only chance at freedom. Soon feelings are involved as they give their all to protect one another.

Switch-A-Roo by Ink Child

Rated T

Ink Child produces one of the best sasuhina stories and this one here is no exception. All cutness and hearts, it’ll surely melt you.

Runaway by Ink Child

Rated M

Another entry by our favorite author. Naruto dies in an accident leaving behind two children and a heart broken wife. Now Hinata comes face to face with the one person whose disappearance had caused her husband great distress all those years. But she soon realizes why Naruto cherished his best friend so much. Beautifully constructed. Will make you cry and laugh. And it’s complete

The Forsaken Heirs by Voyna

Rated M

Another arranged marriage scenario but with a different take. Very dark and angsty. The author has captured Hinata’s misery so well that it actually hurts. Try it, you won’t regret it. 

Surnames and Shelters by GoatVille 

Rated M

A High School fanfic that’s actually good. Hinata is Sasuke’s new roommate and things… happen. Read it yourself and find out. 

The War Among Us by downtomars

Rated T

Post-war sasuhina in which Madara emerged victorious. What draws me the most is the mystery of their past love. Nothing much is revealed and the little hints here and there leave you wanting more.

Artichoke Heart by pluushie

Rated M

Beautifully constructed slice-o-life fic that you’ll surely have great time reading. Guaranteed. Both Sasuke and Hinata are truly a delight to read in this one. One of my personal favorites.

A Hundred Evils by GoldKing

Rated M

One of THE BEST fanfics i have ever read. This fic will affect you like none other. You’ll have the urge to bawl out your eyes when you read this because it is that sad. Hinata,s misery is captured so well that it’ll physically hurt you. The only thing I don’t like about this fic is that the author takes too long to update. But don’t be disheartened by her absence, they do show up once a year and bring a long update to make up for it.

The one year affair by tamarindblue

Rated T

My favorite fanfic of all times. Everything about this fic just pulls at your heartstrings and the ending will make you curl into yourself and cry. Sasuke’s love for Hinata is so palpable that for a moment you’ll forget that they’re not an actual thing. Beautifully worded, an underappreciated masterpiece. You have to try it guys. It’s soooo good. complete

***SHOT STORIES ( not necessarily fresh but all my favorite )***

Don’t Speak by schizophrenic-twilight-lover ( one-shot )

Their Obligation by  SoothsayerOfTheVale ( one-shot, so far)

hills ablaze by sumireh (one-shot )

What the Storm Brought In by Ink Child ( Three-shot )

Mi fortuna son mis hijos y mis padres by El Reino ( one-shot )

The Cast Aways by downtomars( Three-shot )

One Way Or Another by The Funky Potato ( one-shot )

Frat Boys by Voyna ( one-shot )

Flower Fields by eishi ( one-shot )

Elliot Grace And Theories’ Kryptonite series  ( one-shot x 3)

These Are the Facts by Sunfreak ( one-shot )

Your’e welcome:)

Pride And Joy

Words: 4.0k

Warnings: child neglect, child abuse

Request: Hi can you do a story where the reader is a little girl (5 or 6) with a neglecting father and Liz Taylor and James make sure the child is well cared for (well fed, healthy, ect)  on devils night James forbid her to go to the party and she meets all the killers in the hallway in a little red Ridinghood costume and she goes walks one of them to the room And James doesn’t want to yell at her but he’s angry and you can take it on from there thanks

Hey can you possibly mix these ideas!  she walks Jeffrey or Richard to the room and James gets mad at them and her because they dared touch his ‘darling pride and joy’ and she just like sits herself down and chats with Aileen about her new boyfriend at school who drew her a picture 

(all requested by @brookiesimmer )

This was so much fun to write. I honestly didn’t expect to get this done until Wednesday but I continued to get messages about things for this and it was all so cute and I couldn’t help but write it all in one sitting. The only thing that I didn’t do is make this a reader inclusive one. Rather, I named the little girl Emma. I try my best to do mostly gender inclusive fics, so I felt like giving the little girl a name would make it not as exclusive and instead would feel more like a real story. But six and a half pages and 4,069 words later, we have my new favorite fic I’ve ever written. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ♡

Part Two: Princess of Devil’s Night

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“Daddy, let’s explore!” the young girl yelled as she pulled her father’s sleeve. He picked up the phone with one hand as he waved the child off with the other. His speech was slightly slurred as he spoke to his daughter, “Daddy’s going to invite a nice lady to the room, so how about you take your crayons out to the lobby and color in your books for a few hours. Daddy will come get you when his friend leaves, okay pumpkin?” The girl nodded, obviously upset, but she knew well that she shouldn’t argue with her father. His voice sounded funny and he had some of his brown bottles out on the desk, which meant bothering him any longer would have terrible consequences.

She packed up her coloring books, crayons, and even a few toys just in case. Her old dingy Sesame Street bag hung loosely from her back while she held her favorite bear by his arm. His little button eyes seemed happy despite his torn leg and his dirty fur. He had a friend to care for him. The little girl walked the hallway, memorizing the way to the elevators. While the hotel was big and easy to get lost in, she knew it was safe to go straight to the lobby alone. She took her time, knowing she might even fall asleep on one of the couches in front of the desk again. She pressed the down button. One second. Two Seconds. Three seconds. She counted how long it would take the elevator to reach her floor. It always took eleven seconds from the lobby. Around this time the elevator was usually empty, which was what the child expected, but with a loud “DING” the doors open and there stood a fancy man. He towered over her, but did not scare the rather small child. “Hello my darling, which floor are you going to?” He asked, his accent silly and fancy to the modern girl. “To the lobby, please!” she giggled as she smiled as big as possible. “Of course, shall I press the button for the young mistress?” He raised his eyebrows with a smile, gaining an ecstatic nod in return from the five year old. He held out his hand, which she gladly took, and led her into the elevator.

The elevator opened to the lobby after the eleven seconds of silence. Suddenly, the girl remembered an important rule her mom taught her before she passed away. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” her voice was sad, as this man seemed very nice and fun. The complete opposite of her dad.

“Ah yes, you definitely should not talk to a stranger. I guess I’ll have to introduce myself,” James paused as he held his hand out for the girl to hold, “Careful darling. My name is James March, I used to own this hotel. What is your name young lady?” he asked, a lopsided grin displayed for his new young friend. They walked to the couches in the lobby together as they talked.

“Emma. My daddy and I live in the hotel,” she sighed. James was well aware of her situation with her father, and he was beyond displeased. He couldn’t stand watching her sit alone in the lobby to color any longer. “My darling, what is the matter?” he asked, acting as if he didn’t already know.

She sat down on the couch and got out a book and her crayon box as she replied, “My daddy never wants to play with me anymore. When I ask him, he always says “Daddy has work to do” or “Daddy is having a lady friend over, go play in the lobby”. It’s not fair Mr. March,” she replied as she started to cry. She began wiping her tears with her sleeves, causing her face to look red and sting slightly at any touch. James leaned over, pulling out his handkerchief in the process. The girl wasn’t sure what surprised her more; the fact that someone else was wiping away her tears, or that this new man was spending time with her. She looked down at her paper, tears still slipping from her eyes, as she asked James a rather odd question for a five year old. “Are you going to kidnap me or something?”

James was taken back, but only chuckled when he thought about how aware this child was of other people. “My darling, why would I kidnap you? I want to be your friend. Someone you can go see when your father makes you come to the lobby. If you ever need anything, go to room 78 and knock five times, so I know it’s you.” She smiled and nodded in response, excited to have a friend in the hotel. The closest thing to a friend she had there was a little boy with bright blond hair who would try to bite her when she asked if he wanted to play. He got in a lot of trouble when his mother found him.

“Mr. March-” James immediately interrupted, “Call me James, darling.” She grinned from ear to ear, “Okay James! Do you want to color with me?” James chuckled and nodded, “Since we’re both going to color, how about we go sit at the tables upstairs?”

The young girl was so excited, she hurriedly shoved things back into her bag, not even bothering to zip it shut before yelling, “Race ya, James!” and zooming up the stairs to the tables by the bar. James chuckled, chasing after her at first. On his way, he noticed she was dropping the contents of her bag all the way up the stairs. She cheered when she made it to the table, then turned around and found James carrying just about everything from her bag. She zipped to him and took some of the stuff from his hands. “Hey wait, I left my bear downstairs!” She quickly put everything on the table, as did James. He sat down and watched the cute child run back down the stairs to get her bear from the couch. Liz, who was working the bar took notice of James’ new friendship as she poured two glasses, one being water for the girl and the other being absinthe for James.

“You seem happy with this little girl around,” Liz suggested, a smirk clearly visible if James were to ever take his eyes off of the child. “I want to treat her as my own child, Liz. I want her safe from harm, and cared for. I want to see her grow up to become a beautiful independent woman,” he sighed, not sure himself if in content or annoyance with himself.

“If it makes you feel better, Iris and I have been watching over her thus far. No one has been a threat to her except her own father quite honestly.” James took a drank of his absinthe in frustration, “How can a man be so incompetent with a young child who is as free as she is?” He questioned, watching Emma play with her bear in a side-tracked trance. A “lady of the night” passed the child, both blissfully unaware of one another, but the woman hadn’t gone unnoticed by James and Liz. Meanwhile Emma looked up at the balcony where James and Liz were watching her. She waved to them as well before getting up and heading towards the stairs not even bothering to watch if they would return the gesture.

“Hi James, hi Liz! I’m back and I have Teddy now!” She held out her bear, obviously trying to stay energetic and upbeat, but running around, accompanied by the late time, was causing her to become worn out. She tried to hold back a yawn, but failed. Liz pulled out the chair across from James for the child, so that she may rest. “I got you some water, honey. Are you hungry?” Liz asked with a sweet, motherly smile. The tired child nodded, rubbing one eye while she clung on to her stuffed animal. “I’ll go warm up some macaroni for you. James, help yourself and Emma to refills while I’m gone,” Liz turned away in a dramatic fashion as usual.

A silence fell between James and his child companion as she gulped down her glass of water. “Do you still want to color, darling?” James asked, receiving nothing more in return than a small, quiet, “No thank you.” He nods and begins to clean up her things, putting them away one by one into her bag, just in case she wants something out in the process. Her eyes begin to close as she has become more tired with every passing minute. Liz returns after about twenty minutes with a both of macaroni and cheese, made just the way Emma likes. James shakes her lightly to wake her up, succeeding just as the food arrives.

“Eat a little bit of it and then you can come sleep in one of our rooms tonight, okay honey?” Liz received a sleepy nod from the child, which pleased her enough to return to the bar to clean.

Months went by as James and Liz both grew closer to the little girl. She began calling them by new names, Aunt Liz and Uncle James. Neither fought against it, as they had practically become her new caretakers. Her father was still alive in the hotel, surprisingly. James had plotted ways to murder the man many times, but was advised to not go through with it no matter who he told. Except Elizabeth, but later Liz talked him out of doing it. If they killed him on the property then his daughter will never be freed from him.

Devil’s Night was quickly approaching, which James was looking forward to, but one thing stayed restless in the back of his mind. “What about Emma? She surely can’t be surrounded by murderers,” James complained to Liz. “It’s Halloween, maybe we can get Iris to take her trick-or-treating,” she suggested as she filed her nails. “Would Iris be willing to do so?” Liz shrugged in response, “I’ll ask her next time I see her.”

As the conversation finished, the hotel doors opened. Iris appeared with the hotel’s favorite little girl, who was wearing a Little Red Riding Hood costume. She held on to Iris’ hand until she spotted James and Liz sitting on the couch. She let go of Iris, yelling as she ran towards them. “Aunt Liz! Uncle James!” She hugged them both and sat between them on the couch. “How was school, my darling?” James asked, interested in her costumed endeavors. “It was really fun! We had a Halloween party in my class and everyone had cool costumes on! Except the boy who wore a sheet with holes cut out. He said he was a ghost, but if he really wanted to be a ghost then he would look like himself, like you both do.” James and Liz were surprised, not aware that she knew they were dead.

“Where did you get the idea that we’re dead?” Liz questioned. The child replied, almost as if it were something everyone would notice, “You’re both cold, just like my mommy, after she died. She didn’t feel like my mommy anymore. Mommies are supposed to be warm and soft.”

“There’s no reason to hide knowledge from a child who already knows…” James patted his little companion’s back, comforting her as she thought about her mother. “But let’s talk about something else, alright my darling?” she nodded at James, who then stood up and held out his hand for her to take. She did so and followed him to the elevator, looking back to wave at Liz as they walked away. Liz waved back, a saddened smile on her face as she had to hear a young child speak as if those things are normal.

“Now Emma, as you know, Halloween is rapidly approaching. I have an adult party every year with my students, but these are people I don’t want you around, so you are not permitted to be in my room at all on Halloween.” James’ voice was harsh, which made the only child he has come to love sad. She understood though, so she nodded compliantly. “We’re going to go to my room and have some candy and ice cream together to make up for not being able to spend my favorite day together, is that okay with you?” James asked carefully. Emma just nodded slowly, not really focusing on reality anymore. She was daydreaming of a different world.

She mindlessly walked along, holding James’ hand as he led her to his room. His table was in sight as soon as the door opened, set with two old fashioned ice cream sundaes, a bowl of candy, some paper, and crayons. “Would you like to draw with me, miss Emma?” James asked, feeling his fatherly instincts come back to him. The little girl smiled and nodded, excited to get to draw with James. She taught him how to draw all kinds of fun things she liked, such as flowers, the night sky, and even funny aliens.

“Here you are, my darling,” James pulled out the chair to the right of his end-of-the-table seat. His sweet foster daughter sat down, not even bothering to take off her bookbag. James took it for her and hung it by the door. “Go ahead and draw your heart out and eat as much as you want. Just remember to brush your teeth when you go back to your room so you don’t get any cavities,” he looked at her with a stern, but loving, face. A face that lets her know that he’s having fun, but still means business. She took a bite of her sundae first, getting excited about the hot fudge more than anything else. “Uncle James, do you know when the last time I had a sundae was?” she asked, assuming he would say “no, my darling.” This wasn’t the case though, as he had replied, “The twenty-third of August, young mistress. Exactly one week before your first day of kindergarten, my dear.” She was quiet after that, not sure what to talk to James about next. She instead grabbed a piece of paper and began drawing a picture of her, James, and Liz. She was in the middle, holding hands with both Liz and James. Below them was a grassy field with flowers strewn about. A blue background contrasted heavily with James’ black suit and Liz’s gold dress. The sun was a bright yellow circle in the upper right-hand corner, and a cloud took up a lot of the top border of the page. She labeled each person, adding hearts around them. James was drawing his own picture, a cute scene in itself. He was stopped mid-coloring when he was tapped on the shoulder.

“I drew this just for you, Uncle James,” she smiled. James looked at it, never failing to fall in love with the pictures she drew of them. This one was different though, as the cloud had a title to the picture. It was labeled “MY FAMILY” in messy handwriting. Everyone was smiling and happy, even the flowers. “Do you consider your father family, Emma?” James asked cautiously. She shook her head, “No, he’s not my dad anymore. You’re my new dad and Liz can be my second mommy.” James nodded, his eyes not leaving the child who now started drawing one another page. It looked as if she was replicating the picture, most likely to give to Liz. James had many questions, but decided to wait and ask another time. She was happy at the moment and that’s all he cared about.

A few days passed, and it was now Halloween, or as James calls it, Devil’s Night. James’ guests were arriving just as Iris had returned from taking the “hotel’s sweetheart” out to trick-or-treat. They were going to sit in the lobby and sort through candy, but Liz immediately asked Iris to take the front desk so she could run up and take care of the bar. Iris looked at the sweet child and apologized, “Make sure you look at your candy before you eat it, okay? There’s some real sickos in this town.” The child just nodded and sat on the couch. She looked through her pillowcase for a chocolate bar, knowing she got a king sized Hershey bar from one house. She wanted to split it with James and Liz, so she dragged her candy up the stairs with her and took it upon herself to sit at the bar. “Oh my darling, I think I might need an ID to serve you,” Liz teased, making the little girl giggle. “Can I have a water please?” she asked sweetly. “That’ll be one piece of chocolate and a pack of Skittles,” Liz smiled as she set down the glass, seeing that the girl was digging for a package of Skittles. She set it on the table, as well as the king-sized candy bar. “I want you to have some of this one. If my other daddy sees it then he’ll eat it himself. I want to share it with you and my new daddy,” she explained as she broke off four pieces of the chocolate bar and gave them to Liz.

“Which daddy is which honey?” Liz questioned. The little girl took a big gulp of her water before explaining, “Well since my real daddy is super not fun, I decided that Uncle James is my new daddy. I call my old daddy “other daddy” because he was only my daddy until mommy died. You’re my second mommy now, Aunt Liz.” Liz didn’t question any further as an obnoxiously loud man sat a few stools down from the child. “Nice to see you again, Richard. What’ll it be this year?” Liz asked, and eyebrow raised. “Mojito On The Rocks,” Richard requested as he noticed the dressed up child eating candy and sipping water a few seats down. He moved closer, tapping her on the shoulder. “Hey, can you spare a piece of candy for an old man?” He asked, chuckling as she seemed so calm. She pointed at the sack on the ground, “Miss Iris said “there’s some real sickos in this town, so make sure you check the candy first.” You can have a couple pieces of candy and only one popcorn ball. Those are the best.” Her voice was stern, just as James’ had been when he was mentoring Ramirez. He chuckled, “Got it captain.” As he sifted through treats, the little girl spoke up again, “Are you here for Uncle James’ party?” Richard nodded, smiling before he took a sip of his drink. “How do you know James March, sweetheart?”

She quietly grinned, “I’ll show you Mr. Richard.” She got off of her stool and took a hold of Richard’s hand, leading him to the elevator. The child pressed the button to James’ floor, where she then lead Richard to room 78. She knock quickly, not bothering to count the knocks because she knew she wasn’t allowed in today.

James opened the door, seeing Richard first and being quite pleased to see him, going on about how “it’s good to meet again” and that “everyone was waiting for him to arrive.” James followed Richard’s arm down to see him holding hands with his foster daughter. She just smiled and said “Hi daddy,” leaving Richard and James both in shock. She let go of Richard’s hand and walked inside, finding Aileen to be the only other girl there. “Emma! Get back here!” James called out, very upset that she had disobeyed his orders. She ignored him and plopped down next to Aileen, who had the same type of brown bottle her other dad would drink when he shooed her away.

“Hi miss, are you drinking grown up juice?” She asked in blissful ignorance. Aileen nodded, “Yeah, don’t try this stuff until you’re older, okay kid?” Emma nodded, understanding that it was bad for kids. “What are you doing here, little girl?” Aileen continued, but James cut in, livid with the child and Richard. “She’s about to leave and go back to play out in the lobby,” James claimed, but she ignored him and kept talking to Aileen. “Uncle James is my new daddy and Mr. Richard didn’t know that so I wanted to show him.” Aileen acted as if she understood, but could barely hear the kid over James’ lectures. He was scolding Richard for not only allowing her to come with him, but for even laying a finger on her. “Woah, calm down. She dragged me through the halls all the way to your room. I didn’t know that’s where we were going.” His hands were up in defense, but James wasn’t having it. “That’s the most precious thing to exist in this world. I will not have anyone lay a hand on her. She has become my own child to love and care for, and I will not allow any harm to come to her…” he droned on. The lecture seemed to go on for years, but while he lectured Richard about his little girl, she was busy telling Aileen about a picture she drew for a boy in her class.

“It was really pretty, it had flowers and hearts on the sides and we were laying in the grass holding hands with heart flowers around us.” Aileen was extremely interested in the story, even asking questions to the little girl. “Why were there hearts everywhere?” Aileens eyes were wide, a smile spread across her lips, and her body leaning toward the kid in pure interest. “Because he’s my new boyfriend but-” she was cut off by James’ halt on his lecture, as he immediately repeated the phrase, “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah daddy, I have a new boyfriend at school!” she seemed very excited about the fact. “Who said you could have a boyfriend?” James glared, not pleased with his one and only pride having a “boyfriend.” “I did, daddy,” she said sheepishly as she realized it wasn’t a good thing. “No boyfriends until you’re eighty.” James was obviously not up for debate on the matter. “It’s okay daddy, he’s not my boyfriend anymore. He drew on the back of my picture and gave it back, and then he drew a picture for another girl and gave it to her so I broke up with him during recess,” she giggled.

James was flushed with relief when she said that, and quickly scooped her up into his arms, “Now darling, will you go play with Aunt Liz? I have important matters to tend to with his friends.” She clung to him with a quiet “no.”

“I’m scared my other daddy might see me. I’m hiding from him because he’s being a bad man.” she whispered this into James’ ear, but the room was so quiet that everyone still heard. “Let’s go talk about this in the hallway, I want to know how exactly he’s a “bad man.” James put her down and held her hand tight as he led her into the hallway, the poofy skirt of her dress and her hood, now resting on her back, bouncing slightly as she walked. Once they were out the door and down the hallway, James crouched to be eye level with Emma.

“My darling, how is your father a bad man? I know he doesn’t do what Liz and I have been doing, but what is making you so afraid?” James asks, lifting up his baby’s chin. “He hits me and yells at me and he eats my food when I take it to the room so I can’t have any.” James doesn’t say anything, and instead just hugs her.

“You’re not warm like a mommy, but you hug like a daddy. A real daddy,” she whispers quietly in James’ ear.

“I’m going to take care of the bad man tonight with my friends. You’ll never have to see him again,” James says quietly. He feels her nod, and once she’s ready, he sends her back to Liz. His new plans for Devil’s Night already formulating as a form of celebration for his pride and joy.

Anonymous asked:  “Sorry for not anonymously asking - sorta new to tumblr but im a bit confused not out to anyone but i from what i know, i’m asexual but then i think i may also be lesbian but the thing is i think guys a cute and stuff like that but then i don’t want to date them and things like that is that an ‘ok’ thing? or am i just being stupid? again sorry that im being a nuisance and not sending this anonymously”

My dear lgbt+ child, 

Don’t worry - Tumblr is pretty confusing when you’re new to it! I made your message anonymous for you :)

You can be asexual and a lesbian - that’s not a contradiction. There are girls who love girls and don’t feel sexually attracted to them. That’s perfectly okay and not stupid at all! 

About thinking boys are cute: As I point out in this letter, I think my cat is cute but I don’t want to date her - Thinking of someone as cute is not the same as romantic feelings. Nothing stupid about that either! 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

Hatchling

Day One

Gotta do this for two weeks right? Let’s get this show on the road.

(I better edit this before I turn it in.)

I’m naming my ‘baby’ Tabitha. She’s two ounces in weight. I might be crocheting her a hat. Her shell is a pale white, and I hope I can raise her well enough so she grows up well-adjusted and with a solid start in life… or at least well enough so I get an A on this project.

She’s sleeping beside me, close to the lamp but like not RIGHT beneath it, I’m making sure she won’t be too warm. Her matchbox bed’s super cute too, I doodled little pink flowers on it with my highlighter. It might just be a fucking egg but I gotta take care of it, right?

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I don’t think people understand that it is never mentioned that Rhaegar loved Ellia Martell. He married her because his father wanted him to, he needed heirs and fast because the Targaryen family was fading. If you think Rhaegar is an ass for leaving Ellia I tell you it’s a little bit more complicated than that. As a child of a divorced couple I can say that being with someone you don’t love just because you have children with them is overwhelming and tiring, and no one should have to stay with someone they don’t love. Divorce sucks, but that’s life. Life gives you love when you least expect it, and sometimes it isn’t the right thing to go after them, but I believe happiness should be the number one priority of everyone.
And also, Rhaegar couldn’t possible have known that Robert was going to make a fucking rebellion and kill his entire family. He could expect some crazy stuff from the Starks, but not the rebellion, no one would have guessed it. And Ellia being killed was The Mountains doing, not Rhaegar, and he wasn’t even supposed to kill Ellia, cause she wasn’t a Targaryen. If you’re one of the people who believe it’s all Rhaegars fault, rethink. It’s not all black and white, there’s a lot of factors and lots of people lead to the death of Ellia Martell.
I also wanted to point out that Ellia was no child, she probably knew Rhaegar didn’t love her. Her own brother said she walked among vipers and was never bitten. She was a badass and clever women who became the future queen of Westeros. I believe she was more like the Margaery of the tv series than she was of this cute and innocent image that people have of her. Remember, for the people of Westeros Margaery was also cute and innocent, she was so loved by her people and lots of noble people who feel in her charm. Dornish women are known for being clever and ambitious, if you don’t think Ellia Martell wasn’t like this as well you’re fooling yourself. And don’t get me wrong, I think it’s fantastic if Ellia is like the way I think of her. Much more interesting than just being the wronged wife and defenseless Ellia Martell.
My point is, Game of Thrones isn’t something that is just or Rhaegar is an ass or he’s a man in love. It’s a story that doesn’t have innocent people and I just get so frustrated that people pick thoughts and puts them in little boxes, it’s a story that have shown time after time that the little boxes aren’t a option. Little boxes are comfort, like taking religion as a excuse to hate on women, lgbtq community and people of color. Open your eyes and just appreciate how difficult is Game Of Thrones, just like real life.

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Here, have Casca giving food to what’s probably the spirit of her child using the full moon, that time of the month where magical forces are at their strongest, to have one night of freedom away from Griffith/Femto who used his material body to reincarnate. 

Y’all need this, they’re just super cute; that boy saved his mommy (and his daddy too) so many times that he totally deserves to use the full moon to spend time with her and cuddle.

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Protective Nature (Werewolf AU! Jungkook) Pt2

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Type: Fluff

Request: May I have a have a continuation with Jongook’s werewolf scenario. Your son is now 16 years old, he hasn’t had any werewolf symptoms yet, so you and Jongook just assumed that he’s just a normal human. Until a new cute nerdy girl in his school arrived and he now has the werewolf symptoms and can finally transform, he also marked her. Jongook gives him the talk (comedy).

~I didn’t actually put the talk in. Hope you don’t mind!~



Part 1


Jikyu glared at his younger sibling Chongho, the 6 year old had his first wolf tooth coming in and Jikyu never got to experience that. Your family was very large now. 6 children 2 sets of twins and then two independents. 2 were 6, years old 2 were 2 years old and then the 10 months old was rounding up the bunch. His youngest sibling sat in the high chair beside him and was now experiencing her eldest brother’s glare. “Nana” Sooha says as she held out the banana to her elder brother. Jikyu got up from his spot making Jeongguk look up at him. “What’s wrong man?” he asked his eldest who rolled his eyes and picked up his bag heading off for school. 

Jeongguk treasured Jikyu, his most human of his children and the fact he was his first born he was always going to be on a different pedestal than his youngers that he still loved dearly. Did he want the bonding his elders had with their children? Of course but he was happy with what I got. “He’s having a hard time being like me” you tell him “it seems easier that way though. He would be humping everything if he was a 16 year old wolf boy” Jeongguk says as you flick his head. “I remember 16 year old you” you tell him. You two were 18 when your little Jikyu was born and it took you two 10 years to even think of having another child. “Honey I think he should still get the talk” you tell him “you’re the human you’re needs are different from mine” he says “he’s still got time to develop” you comment as he sighs but nods. 

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“I mean it could be worse Ji, you’re still the buffest of the pack and captain of the baseball team. The girls want nothing to do with me” Myungdae, Taehyung’s son who was only a few months older than Jikyu. “You don’t get it man” Jikyu says as he soon collided with a much shorter figure. A cute small stature girl stood in front of him. Her cheeks were warmed as she fixed her glasses. She picked up her things quickly before she took off. He bent down and picked up the pencil case she left on the floor in her rush “Shieun” he says out loud as he looks up at the direction she went it. 

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Jikyu pulled his shirt off when he woke up in the middle of the night. He was drenched in sweat at the moment.He glanced into the mirror and his tired mind woke itself up at the sight of the bright yellow eyes that were where his brown eyes used to be. He let out a yell as Jeongguk was soon out of bed and rushing towards the bathroom. “Dad” he says as Jeongguk smiled “you’re a wolf” he states as his son seemed shocked.

You cupped your son’s face when you woke up and smiled smashing it placing a loving kiss to his forehead. “My little puppy all many and wolfy now” you cooed as he groaned annoyed. “Don’t you have a baby to worry about?” he asked as he tried to eat his cereal “I am worrying about my baby” you say as you turned his head looking him over, you clicked your tongue lightly “you met someone” you told him as his eyes went wide. “Your eyes are gleaning much more than before” he shook his head. “Leave me alone” he nearly squealed as he took off for school.

Jikyu leaned on the frame of the science lab ’s door. “Hi Jikyu” a group of girls squealed at him. He walked in the room and ventured towards the back. The girl looked up at him and he smiled. “The nerd really?” one girl whined. “Shieun you dropped this​ yesterday” he says as he held out the adorable pencil case. She took it from him “thank you” she says shyly as she looked at him rather concerned. “Your eyes” she says as she took in the glowing appearance. Jikyu soon turned away. Of all times times this could happen.

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“You marked the nerd?” Myungdae asked “what?” he responded back. “Yeah man. You did” he was told as his cheeks warmed. “My dad was shocked to hear about your changing even more shocked to hear you marked someone” “your dad tells my parents everything” Jikyu says scared knowing his life was over the moment he got home.His dad was going to have to give him the talk, heat and all of its effects on his son as he grew more. “I doubt you’ll get the whole knotting thing my parents gave me-” “shut up” Jikyu says as he was bright red with the thoughts. “I’m gonna die” he says as he looked at his phone. His dad knew and he was going to have to have the sit down talk with him.

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“Oh, you bloody, mad genius. You were right!”

“Hey, I got your messages. Are you okay?”

“It’s not a riddle.”

“I want the King to kneel before me.”

“I don’t remember you asking permission to kill my mother.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Things between us are complicated.”

“Tell me that you feel nothing for me and I’ll never ask again.”

“I’ve been scarlet-nerded by you!”

“And those are some nice upgrades.”

“Your lips, my lips, apocalypse!”

“Tell me about it…”

“…That depends on how you define lying.”

“Now, put your good clothes on.”

“I don’t want to be rude, but you losers should go suck somewhere else.”

 “ Are you sure you set it up right?”

“I have 99 problems and they’re all furry werewolves.”

“She says he reminds her of those judgemental trees from Lord of The Rings.”

“No way.”

“Sweet Teen Wolf, what have I become?”

“We only want to borrow the bar.”

“That’s starting to get annoying” 

“The landlord changed the locks.”

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy"

“You’re seriously a man-child.”

“Is there alcohol?”

“I told you, no more pets.” 

“The agreement was that if he shoots someone, you shoot him.”

“Who puts wheels on cribs?”

“Yeah, school. That’s where people go to learn things like not to keep children up all night! “

“IN THE CAR OR I PUT YOU IN THE TRUNK!”

“That was hardly porn.”

anonymous asked:

Petty your child headcanons give me life. I'm gonna hop on this wagon with a headcanon about Yoosung's smol shy daughter who always has her face in a book. For names I was thinking Yoona or Miyoung

Ahh shy people give me life they’re soo cute. Imma go with the latter name cause I clicked with it more

Miyoung

  • she was such a smol chubby baby
  • gets super embarrassed when MC shows them to people
  • Miyoung looks up to Yoosung so much
  • visits him at his office all the time 
  • wants to be a vet like him
  • top of her class in everything
  • MC and Yoosung are so proud (Yoosung highkey brags about it to the other RFA members)
  • Miyoung hates video games
  • she’s like why spend hours on an RPG when you can read 
  • Yoosung felt betrayed as he still lowkey plays them in his freetime
  • MC finds it fucking hilarious
  • speaking of MC,  Miyoung is a carbon copy™
  • Yoosung says he’s gonna have to ward of all the boys when she grows up

~Admin Petty

Amber Eyes

Word Count: about 2200 (not including this beginning part)

Summary: Lucifer meets a little girl with amber eyes who does the impossible (alternatively, a little girl wraps the devil around her finger)

Characters/pairing/fandom: SPN, Lucifer x Child!Reader (she’s 6) (non romantic obviously), Lucifer, Reader and some horrible humans

Warnings: there’s some abuse because apparently I can’t write anything nice

A/N: Alrighty so I might do a part two for this if y'all want one. I just want validation for my fic BC I think it’s cute. It’s a reader insert, but its in 3rd person and I’m really bad with the tenses. Sorry.

Tag List: @falloutofmymemez @sympathyforluci


Saying Lucifer was a softie would be a huge lie unless you were talking about him and a certain amber-eyed human child.

Whilst he had been in the cage, he had figured out, over time, how to peer out of it and at Earth and the humans his Father loved so much. He would rant and rage to himself and the oblivious passerby as his astral-self developed into a human visage, part of him subconsciously wishing he could be among them.

During one of these “outings”, Lucifer had been watching human children run around him, scoffing and flaring at them and their parents, when a small child has walked right towards him. He had stared curiously at her and as she got closer to him and stared to practically and impossibly at him, he somehow felt himself soften towards her.

“Hi,” she said to him, her voice bright and curious- so like a child in her words and actions despite the sadness and knowledge he can see in her eyes. “Why are you sad?” He had looked around him to see if, just maybe, there was another person. But there was nobody. She was, indeed, talking to him.

“I’m not sad, stupid girl. Go away,” he snapped at her, looking away dismissively, hoping she would listen while part of him hopes she would stay. The Cage was empty other than him, and it had been ages since he had talked to anyone besides himself.

“Mad, then,” the girl corrected simply, not moving or looking away from him. “You really shouldn’t be so angry, because eventually, it’ll just make you sad because all you’ll feel is angry,” the girl warned him wisely, making him look back down at her with surprise and more than a little curiosity.

“What makes you say so?” He asked after a second of mutual staring.

“I dunno,” she shrugged before reaching out to him, seizing a hold of his non-corporeal hand and began to tug on his arm. “Being so mad isn’t good for you,” she decided simply without looking at his face. She couldn’t see the shocked expression all over his features. “You need to play.”

Somehow the child had gotten him on a swing a few minutes later, and was able to push it with him on it, defying the laws of reality with his ability to stay seated on the swing while it moved, rather than it moving without him. This shocked him as well, meaning he stayed in the swing as she worked hard to keep him swinging, hoping to remove the scowl from his handsome face. Eventually she couldn’t do it anymore, her arms beginning to hurt, and hopped on the swing next to him, pumping her kegs and staring at him encouragingly.

“You have to swing your feet!” She instructed when he didn’t move to copy her actions. He startled, looking over at her before reluctantly following her lead, wary of the child. They swung for awhile, the girl chattering away to herself without any indication that she cared if he listened or not, talking about their surroundings calmly and yet simultaneously excitedly.

Eventually, a woman came over to the pair, not seeing anything next to the girl other than a swing moving on it’s own and mentally chalking it up to the wind. She seized the girl by the arm, yanking her off the swing mid-swing firmly but not hard enough to attract unwanted attention. The girl ceased talking immediately, clamping her lips closed while she looked at the ground, something Lucifer has noticed immediately. It unsettled him, how quiet she had become so quickly, so unlike the girl who had just dragged the devil to the swing set because she claimed he was too mad.

“I was looking everywhere for you, Y/N!” The woman who had a hold of her arm hisses with narrowed eyes as she crouches down the glare at the small child in front of her, who flinches away from her as much as she can while being in her grip. Lucifer let’s the swing slow to a stop as the woman straightens, marching the girl along behind her as she went, the girl sucking her lips into her mouth and sinking her teeth into them to stop the whimpers of pain that wanted to escape as her mother’s fingers twisted and tightened on her arm, almost like a ‘snake bite’. She looked over at Lucifer as he walked along side her, watching curiously, and offered him a smile, her cherubic features brightening when she realizes she isn’t alone.

“What’s your name?” She asked him, forgetting the fact that her mother was still there and still dragging her down the road to their house, where her father most likely waited ready for them at the door. Her mother twisted quickly, eyes wide as her heart shuddered in fear of her daughter somehow having attracted the attention of somebody who might get her in trouble for the way she treats her offspring, but she doesn’t see Lucifer as he glares at her with cold eyes before he turns to the girl, eyes softening without his notice.

“I’m Lucifer,” he offers to the child with what’s almost a smile.

“I’m Y/N,” she replies simply and unnecessarily, morphing her face into an even brighter smile as she stares at him, ignoring the pain as it increases in her arm and gazing up at him until her mother grabs ahold of her chin with a tight grip. Her eyes are narrowed and her lips are pursed in a tight line as she forces her child to look at her.

“There’s nobody there!” She snarls, “so stop talking!” The girl flinches, letting out a soft cry when her mothers nails pierce through her flesh, small droplets if blood pushing through the wounds and tinting the ends of her nails. The older woman curls her lip in disgust before letting go of her face and straightening, dragging the girl along behind her as she continues the trek to their home. The girl doesn’t speak again and doesn’t look back up at Lucifer as he continues to walk with them, unexplainable curious about the girl who could interact with him, despite him not being there, and make him feel so at ease.

When they arrive at the house- a small, one story house with a nice look to it. It’s white, the lawn impeccable and a lively flowerbed close along the front. Lucifer simply appears inside the house as the female duo continue on their way, and he figures he has about a minute before they arrive at the front door, which he notices has a deadbolt and two chain locks.

It’s nice inside, with off white walls and carpets. There are no photos on the walls and the furniture is all darkly styled. The entryway opens up into a spacious living room, with what he assumes is a connecting bedroom to the left when he inspects the room. The bathroom is in the entryway to the left and to the right is a kitchen. In the kitchen, towards the back, is a door he assumes must be the child’s - Y/N’s- bedroom. He notices the padlock on the door and walks through the wood, surprised when he realizes that its not a bedroom, it’s a basement.

It’s dark, but he can see the tampered with light switch and the scratches carved into the wooden door, some crusted with blood. There’s a growing anger in him as he moves down the stairs, and when he gets to the bottom he’s greeted with an old mattress in the corner, a washing machine and a dryer across the room from it. The floors are damp and the room is cold, the drain in the center of the room without a top helping with either problem. There’s no heater that he can see, nor are there any windows. The only light is on the ceiling above the washing machine- far too high for someone of Y/N’s height, and there isn’t even a switch for it.

They lock her down here in the dark? Everything about the girl screams purity to him, and while he understands the base nature of their acts towards the girl, he doesn’t understand why she is their target, of all things. The fact that they’re her parents makes his skin crawl. He and Y/N have something in common, he supposes- both of their parents locked them away in a horrible place. This was Y/N’s hell, and he decides that if this is where he was locked up rather than The Cage he would probably suffer the same as he does now.

There’s a rattle above him and he appears back where he had the first time (in the middle of the entry way), watching the man he hasn’t seen before stagger towards the door. He’s large for a human, both in weight and height, with graying hair and a weathered face. He’s hardly dressed, wearing only a stained tank top and boxers. He unlocks the door and grunts in acknowledgement as he turns back around immediately, walking back towards the bedroom.

Y/N is surprised to see Lucifer inside of her house, but doesn’t make a move to acknowledge him other than the widening of her eyes at him for fear of the woman holding her arm. Her mother drags her to the basement door, pushing the girl inside after unlocking it with a key that had been stashed on top of the door frame. She locks it immediately behind her. Lucifer appears at the bottom of the stairs, not expecting to be in the perfect place for Y/N’s small body to collide with his as she falls down the stairs. He accidentally cushions her fall.

She lands on him hard, but he hardly moves other than lifting his arms to catch her body completely before she can fall to the floor. She turns those amber eyes towards him to stare at his face, her own loose with shock and awe. She’d never been touched by anyone other than her parents and never for anything other than to be moved or to cause pain, and shed certainly never been held.

“How did you get here?” She asks him with her bright voice that trembles with fear and uncertainty as he slowly sets her down in the ground, internally marveling at how she had somehow warmed him from his constant frigid cold. It was unsettling but somehow not.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m an angel?” He doesn’t tell her he’s fallen. He doesn’t tell her he’s “satan”. He doesn’t say anything other than that.

“Yes,” she says with a firm nod, hardly thinking about it, pinching her face into her childish perception of a serious expression.

“Do you live down here?” He asks curiously, looking around. She nods, her face falling as she looks around as well, although its almost completely pitch black other than some light streaming through the floorboards overhead.

“Yes. I stay down here-” she’s cut off by someone stomping hard in the floor above them and incoherent shouting. After a tense minute she continues in a whisper, “sometimes we go outside so people know I’m alive. There isn’t anything to do, sorry Lucifer.” Hearing his name with her voice makes him uncomfortable, somehow, and he frowns.

“Don’t call me that.”

“How about Mr. Angel?” She asks as she walks to sit on the side of the bed, pulling her feet off the cold floor. “Or Luci?”

“Luci?” The devil gapes at the small girl for a moment and she nods, eyes wide and searching for his approval. “I guess- I guess…” She smiles brightly before moving to reach under the mattress, pulling something out and then patting the mattress next to her with an encouraging look at him.

He walks over after a second of contemplation, watching her carefully as she studies the book cover. My Giant Story Book.

“My mommy gave me this when I was little,” she whispers to him, smiling in memory. “Can you read?” She asks him, looking at the book as she pulls open the thick cover and studies the title page.

“Of course I can read!” He snaps immediately, almost offended by her innocent curiosity.

“That’s really cool. I can only read some,” Y/N offers, opening to the first page with more than the title on it. Lucifer leans over, looking the letters over before leaning back with a smug smirk.

“Yes I can,” he admits before he realizes his mistake. He looks back down at her to see she’s staring at his eyes, her bottom lip puffed out, pouting. Begging him.

“Will you read to me?” She asks after a minute if begging, opening the story book to point to the Thumbelina story.

“Of course not-” he’s cut off by a warbled ‘please’ and her begging amping up further, her face trembling and her eyes watering, threatening tears. Lucifer’s stomach drops and he finds himself unable to even attempt to deny her again. He sighs and reaches out, grabbing the book somehow and begins to read after she situates herself laying down on the bed near him.

“Some years ago, in a small cottage by the river, lived a kind woman…”

By the time Lucifer has finished the story about a half hour later, Y/N managed to wiggle her way into his lap somehow. Her body is warm despite his freezing temperature, and the devil decides that he doesn’t really mind so much.