#keiks piece

[thepeonysbackup]

I think Mindswap!Lucifer would be a good one (Seriously wouldn't mind if you made mindswaps for everyone, they genuinely are too good). I could imagine him really wanting to fuck while mindswapped but not going through with it became he wants to be respectful of you and your body, cut to later where he's telling you how to use his tongue as he finally can feel what won over both of Adams wives.

Oh, the way you won me over with this...

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who...

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Request: Yes/No

Word count: I don't feel like it :]

[[Okay this was way fucking longer then it needed to be, but wow, the thought festered into a wonderful dream and so here, have this!!!!]]

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who's magic trick backfires into a curse for a week. Who apologizes profusely to you from your own body, having to lightly cran your gaze up in order to see yourself.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who has to look down at you now, giddy excitement welling up from finally towering over a being for once as the almighty being he was. Who realizes in that moment that a woman was what he was towering things in, looking down at his feet in a defeat of sorts, or trying to look at his feet, he couldn't see them because of his.. your..(Hehe, bewbs)

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who actually embraces the various outfit choices he has now, who raids your closet for interesting textures and patterns with fascination at how many of them he can create. Who takes a neatly dressed night on the town with you as a means of apology for what happened.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who tosses and turns the first few evenings alone at the hotel. Uncomfortable goosebumps welling over his new sensitive skin that he rubs with the flats of his palms to warm up, resulting in a worse feeling too awful for him to even think of doing to you without such consent!

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who refuses to take off his underwear (even if its just a few strings) in the shower, who in his right mind can't imagine betraying your trust in such a way. (Who makes sure you don't miss out on your normal facial routine neither.)

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who longs for his presence while drying your body's hair suddenly. Whos eyes blink as a shivering warmth pools in his stomach as the thought of his eyes linger in his mind, his own eyes, eyes.. His face, smiling.. Not smiling, smirking. Who feels the warm direct itself differently as he wanders to the doorway of the bathroom to open the door and allow the steam to dissipate so he can think properly.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who gives in to his need of his presence on the final day, who slinked into his own quarters once everyone was asleep. Who slipped into his bed beside himself to cuddle, hand tracing over the night shirt he felt you chose for him.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who tugged at you, shook you even with a whine. Who woke you with a pained sounding tone as he called your name, “Come on your body's outta fucking control..” right into your ear. Who urges you to let him have this, just this once, or twice, fuck maybe he'd need three rounds.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who quaked under the touch of his fallen divinity, hand so strong in its gentle caress. Who kissed like you were his life source, as though your body craved no other being even if he wanted to. Who hands tore accidentally at the nightshirt his body was dressed in, unapologetic in his wake to reveal himself to your body's lecherous eyes.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who starts you both off slowly, watching as his body lays submissively beneath yours. Who surges with an energy beyond his own fathoming mind to take what he needs. A feeling easily shifted as his body erupts with a furious growl of rouse, flipping him over with a frightening ease onto his stomach.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer whos back is pressed down in a lovely feminine arch, legs spread as his curvaceous body's rear is positioned in the air, face pressed squirmishly into his own pillows after nearly several days in a pool of your own scent that you so audaciously claimed to be a bed. Whos teeth break the skin on his bottom lip from how hard hes biting it as you slither his tongue into your heat, curling up into the spongey bit right at the entrance.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who cries like a bitch in heat, sobbing into the sheets blissfully as he feels the depth in which his tongue is able to delve into your quivering heat after only a few pointers, a few simple blubbers of surprise even. Whos hands claw at his sheets with full force to tear himself away from this foreign coil rising in his stomach, making for hands to snake up and snag tightly at his wrists to pull him down and back towards you from underneath him. “Wait! Theres something-”

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who never felt an orgasm wrack through his body (any body) as hard as he felt this one, “C-cumming— M’cumming, m-m'cumming, m'cumming‐ Ohhhh, fuck!! FUCK!!” whos mind goes blank as he listens to your deprived slurps and animalistic groans of wanton desire into the pulsing lady lips of your sopping wet hole, who jolts from the overstimulation of his forked tongue swiping one long stripe from his clit to his tailbone, drawing a shriek as he could only clench around nothing. Now understanding to the fullest extent as to how good he really was with his tongue.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who happily lays flat on the bed upon his back, head hanging off at an angle with his mouth held wide open, looking up at himself with your big doe-like eyes as the tip of his cock lightly nudges itself against your tongue, the salty taste beckoning him to lap lightly before it could go to deep. Who hums eagerly on himself as you slid him into the hilt against your lips before giving you a light gag of encouragement.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who gives the sloppiest throatfuck you'd ever seen, gratefully gagging and pulling your hips into him harder then you already were fucking his face. Who moaned against the loud slapping of his balls against his small nose, eyes fixated like hearts on his cock pulling back and shoving itself forward towards him deeper into his throat.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer whos fixation turns from himself to your body, to how good he feels using you to satisfy these downright pornographic wants and desires. Who revels in the fact that you want him in such a way, anyway, fuck.. Everyway that he can penatrate you at least. Or that you could penatrate him? He didnt care at this point.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who gawks in awe at the sight of you allowing his body to relax completely for once in these last two centuries, who never noticed how truly soft he appeared to others in such a state. Whos light fingers graze the base of his own wings skillfully to watch as you break in composure and trembled above him before finally having gotten to the point where you were about to enter into your own tight clenching cunt.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who never wants to return to his body, who's voice shatters the walls of his fortified room as you plow into your own impure body, legs bent at the knees as your hands hold them in a steel gripped place. Lucifer, who's never seen himself be so rough with anyone, longing for the dirty sounds and raunchy words you were hissing into his ear beneath you. “Fuck- I never thought I’d actually call myself a slut.. But damn- I really look like one when I'm making that fucking face..♡”

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who jolts and pants hard while holding himself above you, him? Who was back into his own body. His body, which was now being gripped in his most vulnerable by you, that was now back in his perfect control.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who basks in your sounds ripped from your already sore and aching throat that was audibly sticky from the loads he'd taken so perfectly. Who roughly takes you back in return for such gracious obedience prior to his cock being buried so deeply in your hole.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who, as he becomes tired, becomes soft slowly with tender kisses and caresses to your head. Who opts to finish in you for the umpteenth time since the sun had rose in missionary so he can kiss you as much as he sees fit for your services. Before going once more with you, you buried under him in a lovely little mating press, pathetic and whimpering as he fills you again and again.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who kisses the cumdrunken blubbering expression from your face, turning you into a crude heap of embarrassment as his fingers worked the thick white creamy liquid back in between your squelching legs.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who carries you to his large and luxurious bathroom that you'd never felt entitled enough to use and draws you a bath in the odd plunge pool off in the corner that was surrounded by quite real looking rocks and grasses from Earth, mixing bubbles, flowers, and dye together so he could turn the waters into a glowing golden gold liquid that lightly stained your body with a transparent glittery sheen.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who tries to stoicly bathe you, scrubbing a glowing light from his magic like one would with a loofah on you until you'd giggle enough to rise laugher from him so he’d embrace you in a newly found loving way. The grime of your prior activities getting whisped away by the steady stream of water falling from the endless sea of water sectioned above you both, underwater life swimming calmly by while your skin was kneaded gently by his praising hands.

Mind!Swapped!Lucifer who didn't allow you to leave his side of the hotel for another week, which rose suspicion with his daughter until she ultimately found you both in a compromising position. “Heeey sweetie, so the mind thing maaaaay have worn off-” — “And it just so happened to be that she didn't mind- You gotta understand-”

(Charlie didn't come out of her room for a week.)

#hazbin hotel x reader #keiks works #keiks piece #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader smut #mindswappedlucifer #keiks creatures of intrigue #keiks is freaking out #keiks asks #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader

[thewiltedpeony]

MY NEW ACCOUNT

@thepeonysbackup is my current account due to some mishaps and the loss of this one soon.

#keiks is freaking out #keiks random thoughts #keiks pieces #keiks drabble splurge

[storyofmychoices]

Gobble Til You Wobble

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Characters: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC) + Keiki Lahela Book: Open Heart  Word Count: ~600 Rating: General—Fluff

Prompts: @choicesnovchallenge2021 : thankful ; @choicesmonthlychallenge gratitude game

Synopsis: Jovie enjoys her first Thanksgiving with her new family.

A quiet whimper tempted to pull their attention. The three looked at each other, each trying their best to ignore the soft cry.

"Ah-roof," the silky, tan dog barked a little louder. Her eyes widened as she glanced up at her family.

"We just have to ignore her," Bryce stated, fighting the urge to glance down at the begging dog.

"Yes, we all agreed." Olivia nodded, trying to convince herself of her own words.

Jovie's fluffy tail swooshed through the air as she brushed up against Bryce, resting her head on his leg.

"Don't look down, don't look down," he repeated to himself. "Don't look down."

"You know you're saying that out loud, right?" Keiki raised a brow at him, holding back her snicker.

"Resist!" Liv encouraged, placing her hand over his on the table and offering a supportive squeeze. "We agreed; no more food. It's for her own good."

"One more bite?" Bryce shrugged hesitantly, finding it harder and harder to hold out.

"That's what we said several 'one more' bites ago," she countered gently, knowing none of them were immune to the pup's charm. "Plus, dessert is not for dogs! Even the cutest ones."

After another minute, Jovie waddled over to her next target.

Bryce breathed a sigh of relief. "Resist, Keiks! Remember, don't look her in the eyes. That's how she gets you! It's those big, pleading eyes!" The strength in his voice returned now that he was not in the hot seat anymore.

Jovie laid down on Keiki's feet, a light whimper slipping out as she rested her head between her paws.

"Resistance feels futile," Keiki chewed her lip, closing her eyes as not to look down. She clasped her hands over her face, shielding her view.

"Be strong, Keiki! You can do this! It's for her own good!" Liv pressed.

Jovie's pleas for food came out in a string of light whimpers, each more persuasive than the last.

"I can't." Her voice broke as she peeked between the cracks in her fingers, looking down and catching the dog's attention.

Jovie sat up, tilting her head to the side, her little ears perking up as she cried softly again. She had found the weak link.

"Look at that face," she cooed. "How can you not give in? Who's the cutest little girl? Yes, it's you!"

"Don't be pulled in by those eyes! Those enchanting, pleading eyes," Liv warned, but it was too late.

Keiki pinched off a tiny piece of pumpkin pie. "Just a taste! A little lick, really."

The pup's tongue wrapped around her finger, savoring the tasty treat.

Keiki giggled at the sensation. When her finger was cleaned, she bent down to kiss Jovie on the head. "Such a beautiful girl." As the pup returned to lying at her feet, her attention returned to the table. "What? It was one teeny, tiny bite! It barely counted." She insisted, slouching back in her chair. "And you said pumpkin was okay for dogs."

"Pumpkin, yes. Pie, not so much." Bryce's face fell in his palm.

"I'd like to see you resist the pie and just have the pumpkin." Keiki folded her arms across her chest.

Olivia sighed, knowing that in another moment or two, Jovie would return to her begging, and sooner or later someone else would give in. "New plan, everyone finishes their pie as quickly as possible, and we get away from the food. No more temptation. Sound good?"

The siblings nodded, and the three of them set off to eat their remaining dessert. Their cheeks puffed out as they took bite after bite. The pie filling their mouths muffled their laughter, each trying not to snort at the ridiculousness of this latest plan. Two doctors and a teenager defeated by a little dog, and yet, they wouldn't have it any other way.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little snippet of the lives of these four beautiful people (and one pup). 🐾

Tags in a reblog, please let me know if you would like to be added or removed. 🖤

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x oc #open heart #open heart 2 #choices #playchoices #choices game #fan fiction #olivia hadley #bryce x olivia #keiki lahela #jovie #jovie lahela

[purr-regenerate-blog]

A little bit of my life. March 30 2020 my husband passed away. It has been a rough time. I remember how much I used to love Tumblr because it was a place I felt ok expressing myself. So I'm back. These are all my boys. Daniel was my husband and the love of my life. And of course there is Keike, he is the one I am holding and Columbus trudging through the snow. They are both brothers and about a year and a half old. They have so much personality and I love them to pieces.

#kayluhthekitty #new blog #fresh start #really couldnt remember my password #dont have the old email #kitties #love of my life #death

[brooklynislandgirl]

A roughly carved predator captured between little fingers, little feet that pad lightly over packed stone. A small struggle to climb up into a chair made of wood and vine. Plucks a piece of cheese from the plate fashioned just for them. Painfully green eyes tracking their mother as she moves about, stoking the fire and filling the cauldron. And in the gentle quiet a little voice ventures, "W'en be da' home? He b'omised sm'imming."

He Le Poina Ole ke Keiki || Accepting

Mael Muire smiles as her son seats himself. Nibbles at the food like a mouse. Even so young, he’s all long limbs; like a colt, like his father. And in a few summers she’ll have to tilt her head back and look upwards just to gaze into his sweet face. But those limbs are ungainly, and his own smile a little crooked under a strong nose and high sharp cheeks. His eyes gleam and she can see the glints of gold in them. That will some day bear passing resemblance to his torc, to his crown. It is not the fate she wishes to spin for him, but even she knows she has little choice. Just as her father’s throne will pass to her brother, so his will pass to her son, if he doesn’t produce an heir of his own. And she can’t keep him here forever. After all, there’s still mortality in his veins and the world beyond Other will call to him.

For now though, he’s content. Cares only to watch the butterflies and to float like a fish. To play with wooden toys that look nothing like swords or spears. Because despite everything, he had her gentle heart. A handful of herbs into the cauldron that she gives stir.

“He’s caught up a’ Court, m’stoirín. Summer comes on soft feet and the Seelie…have need of him. He shouldn’t be gone for more than a few days.”And it’s always that, a few days here, a few weeks there. She cannot mind them, though she is begrudging of the time the Fair Ones stole from her. Soon, They would allow Rían to accompany him; his get is half fae, after all. And behind her smile, she hates those words. The same used at her own court where once she was a princess. But she is not without friends here. The Tuath of Arcadia might not care much for a prodigal but there were some who found more kinship in her than their own kithain. Shy and frail little Eiluned would keep the boy under her hospitality even if Muire could not.“Supper will be ready soon. Maybe ye’ll let yer ol’ ma swim with ye instead, after?”He makes a face that is pure Cathal and she laughs. “Ye do ken…I was d’one who taught him how to hold his breath, aye?”

#Mahalo!Nonny Mouse #Clearly...my guess is Cathal #Wolf-Wyck|Cathal #Howl at the Stars|Cathal and Reiltin #The Little Prince|Rian #Endless Circles over Time|The Women Beth Has Been #The Third Strand|Mael Muire #AU version of Once Upon #Anonymous

[dragonandtiger]

Digimon 00 - Fragments - 36

The Ryuzaki residence was alive with music and activity, guests filling all the luxurious rooms as they enjoyed the massive party hosted by Jin and Mina. From entertainment to food, the two spared no expense, ensuring that their guests would have much to do - and much to talk about afterward.

It was something that Keiko still wasn’t used to. While there had certainly been parties at the Makura residence, she was never allowed to really attend. She’d make an appearance, perhaps put on a performance for that woman to receive praise over, and then rushed out of sight, like a bird put back in her cage. She certainly wasn’t allowed to enjoy any of the food, even if the party was supposedly for her own birthday; it would’ve ruined her strictly regimented diet.

The feeling of watching on as the other children devoured her birthday cake as she was ushered away immediately after snuffing out the candles was one that she would always remember. And that memory was the reason why her plate was currently covered in nothing but cake - all of the cake.

Nyamon watched her partner with an amused smile. Her own plate wasn’t too much more balanced, with a hearty helping of confectionaries for herself, but she at least snagged a few pieces of choice meat to go with her sugary morsels. “Take your time, the food’s not going anywhere.”

“The best slices are always taken first,” Keiko said sagely despite the giddy smile on her face. “I just made sure I was the one to take them.”

“From every cake here,” Nyamon replied wryly.

“Exactly,” Keiko giggled before scooping up a buttercream rose with her fork and popping it into her mouth.

Nyamon chuckled before she turned her attention to her own plate. “Well, no one has a right to complain, so…”

“If someone does complain about my baby sister, they’re going to find themselves missing a few teeth afterwards.”

Keiko immediately turned to see Akane approaching from behind her. She began to say her sister’s name through a mouthful of buttercream, only to stop and cover her mouth on instinct before swallowing.

Akane had her arms full, not of food, but with a toddler in each arm. Keiko already knew Sera to the right, prompting her to unconsciously tucked her hair back over her shoulders, but the child in Akane’s left arm was one less familiar - a little boy Keiko only remembered being mentioned before.

The little boy was small, shockingly pale, with short, fluffy black hair and light gray eyes. He wheezed as he breathed, a little plastic tube attached to his nose that trailed off to somewhere behind him. Colorful bandages with smiling cartoon characters peeked out of his sleeves and pants, and some sort of pack bulged underneath the back of his shirt.

Keiko lost the sweetness of the buttercream on her tongue as she stared at the sickly little boy. “That’s… Tsuyosa, right? The boy you’re… nannying?” She faltered on the term, not sure if that was the correct way to put it.

Akane smiled in spite of Keiko’s reaction. “That’s right. This is Kigaru’s pride and joy.”

Keiko paused for a moment to remember the name, brow furrowing. “Kigaru is your husband… Mamoru’s friend, right? The guy who owns that big company?”

Akane nodded with an affirmative hum, enthused by the guess. “Right, right! He’s my friend too. The five of us have gotten very close since Tsu and Sera were born.”

Tsuyosa stared at Keiko intently, tilting his head slightly. His eyes were bright with fascination, as if he were scrutinizing her with great interest.

Keiko noticed Tsuyosa staring, that both babies were watching her. She also noticed how their clothes, well dressed but rumpled, matched in shades of purple and light blue, and that Sera held a stuffed doll with a crazy looking smile. The scrutiny made her feel more than a little self-conscious, as she had no idea how to interact with children so young that they could barely talk.

Nyamon turned to smile at her partner. “I guess children can’t help but like you.”

A gruff snort came from beside Keiko and Nyamon as Narakumon crossed his arms. “Who knows what these undeveloped humans think at this age? Do they even have thoughts-”

Tsuyosa turned his head to look at Narakumon, causing the Digital God to stop mid-sentence, stiffening beside Keiko in shock. Tsuyosa gave a small blink as he tilted his head in the opposite direction, then returned his gaze to Keiko.

Akane noticed Keiko’s awkward stance and let out a quiet chuckle. “Would you like to spend some time with these two?” She giggled again at the startled look on her little sister’s face. “Babies aren’t scarier than Digimon, are they? Don’t worry, they’ll be less intimidating once you get to know them.”

Mortification flushed Keiko’s cheeks with heat. “I-I’m not scared of them!”

“Excellent,” Akane said before nodding her head to the side. “Then let’s go to the playroom. They’ve been excited to play with their cousin Sakura all day.”

“I guess s…” Keiko paused, brow furrowing. “Wait, their cousin?”

Now it was Akane’s turn to look sheepish. “Ah, that’s…” She faltered for a moment before rambling out an explanation. “Well, Kigaru has always been like a brother to my Mamo-chan, and I’ve been helping take care of Tsu so long that he’s started calling me ‘Mama’ and treats Sera like his twin more than a friend.” She let out an embarrassed laugh. “Sera’s actually started calling Kigaru ‘Papa’ too like Tsu, and both of them call Mamo-chan ‘Dada’. It’s so cute that none of us have the heart to tell them otherwise, and we kind of enjoy being co-parents for each other’s kids.”

Keiko was silent for a long moment as she let Akane’s explanation sink in. “Oh.”

Nyamon blinked at that before she tilted her head. “Well, if it makes everyone happy, who cares? Blood isn’t the most important thing when it comes to bonds. Sometimes, it means nothing at all.”

Keiko nodded, her confusion fading into something much more solemn and certain. “Right. I’m not even the same species as Papa and Mama, but I won’t trade them for any other mom or dad in either world.”

Narakumon glanced at Keiko, his expression softening even as a light flush of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Akane relaxed and let out a breathy laugh. “Exactly. So go ahead and think of Tsu as your nephew too, okay? I’m sure that’d make him very happy.” She looked down at the children, her smile widening. “Hey, hey, can you two say ‘Auntie Keiko’?”

“‘Ntie Keike!” Sera chirped as she reached out towards Keiko with the doll, who grasped onto it with some reluctance. “‘Ntie! ‘Ntie!”

“Auntie Keiko,” Tsuyosa said after a pronounced pause. His voice was somewhat raspy, much like his breathing, but was still clear enough to hear.

Keiko swung the doll a little, eliciting a giggle from Sera who tugged on it and tried to swing it even further. However, her attention was more focused on Tsuyosa, as she stared at him in bafflement. She was used to babytalk from Sera and Sakura, and Tsuyosa appeared to be around their age, yet he spoke with surprising confidence in the shape of his words. “Wh… how old is Tsu?”

“He’s going to be two in a couple weeks,” Akane said before pausing to readjust her hold on the children. “And Sera is going on 18 months now.”

“He’s pretty smart,” Nyamon said, with a blink.

Akane winked. “Indeed he is. That’s what you get when your daddy’s a genius.”

“He’s wise beyond his years,” Narakumon said softly. He stiffened again when Tsuyosa glanced in his direction, though he softened a moment later. “He’s been through many things.”

Nyamon turned to stare at Narakumon, but he refused to meet her quizzical gaze.

Keiko considered what to say, but noticed Akane’s attention drift. She followed her sister’s gaze to some people staring at them. Although this party had been thrown by her family, there were others invited as well for one reason or another, and the certain looks those people were giving them told her that even her siblings had social obligations with judgemental people. It left her skin crawling, reminding her of the parties that woman threw.

“Come on,” Akane said cheerfully, snapping Keiko back to the present. She smiled as her little sister turned back to face her. “Let’s get to the playroom before these two start getting restless.”

Keiko looked back down at the tiny children and nodded in spite of her reluctance.

---

The playroom at the Ryuzaki mansion was very large and filled to the brim with toys of all sorts. With so many guests, there were already children running around, laughing and chattering as nannies and au pairs tried to keep up with their charges.

Keiko felt distinctly out of place in such a setting. She had never really been allowed to play with other children at any age, so it left her awkwardly trailing behind her sister as Akane set Sera and Tsuyosa down onto a plush couch.

“There we go,” Akane said in a singsong tone. “Now, you two wait here with Auntie Keiko while I look for Sakura, okay?”

Sera instantly climbed to her feet, bouncing up and down on the couch. “Sakura!” she shouted above the din, waving her doll around. “Sa - ku - ra! Sakura! Sakura! Sakura!”

The answer came quickly, as Sakura’s voice chimed out like a bell across the room. “Seeeeeeraaaaa!”

Akane blinked then laughed as she watched her little niece race past the other children towards them. “Well, I suppose that works too.”

When Keiko saw Sera leap off the sofa, she instinctively cried out, startled, but was surprised to see her little niece tumble into the fall and recover quickly, racing off on surprisingly steady legs to tackle Sakura into a hug. “Wow…”

Akane chuckled wryly and gestured Keiko to sit in the seat Sera just vacated. “That’s Sera. She’s very active.” She straightened up and dusted off her pants. “Well, I better keep an eye on those two before they try sneaking off to get into some mischief. How about you and Tsu sit and talk? You can read him a story if you like.”

Keiko glanced at the bookcase Akane gestured to and placed her plate of cake on one of the higher shelves, out of reach of little grabby hands, before finally sitting down. “Okay, sure, but doesn’t Tsu want to play too?”

Akane smiled, though there was sadness in her eyes. “Yes, he might, but if not, I’m sure he’ll be happy to spend some time with his long-lost auntie, right Tsu?”

Tsuyosa silently nodded, a timid smile on his face.

Keiko wasn’t sure how to respond to that, and watched as Akane hurried off to the other side of the playroom where Sera and Sakura were already trying to scale a rather sizable slide the wrong way.

Rather than race off after Sera, Tsuyosa instead moved closer to sit beside Keiko. He was silent and mostly still, save for a small movement to reach over and grip her hand. His own hand wasn’t big enough to take it in his own, so he ultimately grasped her pointer and middle finger with his tiny hands.

The action startled Keiko and left her feeling even more at a loss for what to do. She faltered, hesitating for a long, uncomfortable moment, before clearing her throat. “So, uh… What do you like to do, Tsu?”

“Sit,” Tsuyosa replied after a moment. “Read.”

Keiko’s eyebrows shot up. “You already know how to read?”

Tsuyosa nodded.

“Wow,” Keiko muttered before her expression softened to something fond. “You should meet my friend Ken-chan sometime. He’s a genius too, like you.”

Tsuyosa tilted his head before he gave Keiko a soft smile.

Narakumon watched Tsuyosa intently, his expression troubled. However, he opted not to voice his thoughts, instead mulling in silence.

Unfortunately for him, Nyamon was paying attention this time, catching the expression on his face. “What is it?”

Narakumon paused at that and shot Nyamon a quizzical glance, which was met by Nyamon’s cool stare.

“You’ve been acting weird,” Nyamon replied, flicking her ear.

Narakumon’s expression grew annoyed, though it softened again when Keiko turned to look at him. Even still, he hesitated with his response. “The boy. He can… sense me. Somewhat.”

“Eh?” Keiko blinked before she looked at Tsuyosa and followed the little boy’s gaze as it lingered on Narakumon again. “What does that mean, Papa? Not even the other Chosen Children can see you like this.”

“It means he has a high affinity for Darkness… and by extension, death,” Narakumon replied. “Though not nearly on the same level as you.”

Keiko stared at her adoptive father in disbelief before she looked back at Tsuyosa. “So then… Tsu could become a Chosen Child of Darkness… like me?”

“It’s… possible,” Narakumon said, reluctantly. “Though unnecessary.”

Keiko nodded slightly, furrowing her brow. “I guess so. Chosen Children aren’t natural after all…”

Narakumon gave a small nod, though his frown increased. “Still, for his affinity to be so well-developed this early in life…”

Keiko felt a quiet sense of unease settle in from the tone of her papa’s voice and she turned back to Narakumon. “Do you think bad humans did something to him too? Like when they made me and the others Chosen Children?”

Narakumon’s gaze shifted to the tube attached to the boy’s nose, and the little device it in turn was attached to by his back. “No. I believe… that life in general has been cruel to him.”

“What do you mean?” Keiko asked quietly, though a part of her felt that she would regret asking.

Narakumon looked like he was about to respond before he stopped. He gave a small shake of his head before he looked away. “It’s nothing. Nothing for you to be worried about… for either of us to be worried about.”

Keiko frowned and straightened up, leaning closer to Narakumon as she slapped her hand down on the armrest of the sofa. “Papa, I’m not going to stop worrying just because you told me to. Tell me what’s going on with Tsu.”

Narakumon was silent for a moment before he lowered his head. “He’s simply… a rather ill child. I’m sure his early years have been rough. But his parents are doing what they can, so there’s no point in getting involved.”

Despite the reassurance, Keiko felt herself being wound up all the more by Narakumon dancing around the subject as the gears in her head spun towards an increasingly sinister suspicion. “Tsu’s my nephew, so I’m already involved.”

“You just met him,” Narakumon replied.

“That doesn’t matter,” Keiko said firmly as she slapped her hand down on the armrest again to emphasize her point. “Blood doesn’t matter. Tsu is family too, Papa.”

Narakumon was about to retort when he paused, noting several women suddenly glancing at them both rather intently. “Keiko, we’re being watched.”

Though annoyed by the change in topic, Keiko looked to where Narakumon gestured. Three well dressed women, socialites by the look of them, were leaning close to each other just outside the playroom. Even over the sound of squealing children running around and playing, their “whispering” was far too loud not to be intentional.

“Look at that one,” said the woman with pearls around her throat.

“Oh, I know,” her replied companion with extra big lips. “Talking to imaginary friends at her age? Her mother must be so embarrassed.”

Keiko’s cheek twitched.

“Oh, my god,” a third women with too many rings on her fingers gasped, cutting the others’ gossiping off harshly. “Is that who I think it is? The little diseased boy?”

At her words, the other two stopped and turned to gawk again, focusing past Keiko to Tsuyosa. They immediately recoiled at the sight of him, and again when he stared back, clustering closer together like a herd of animals forming a line of defense against a predator.

“They actually let him in here!?” the puffy-lipped woman asked, with no small amount of indignation. “With all the other children!? What if he infects them?”

“And that’s their little sister too, isn’t it?” added the woman with pearls. “How completely irresponsible! She already looks so pale… could he have gotten her already?”

“Well,” the woman with too many rings huffed. “I’m getting my au pair to get my sweet little Hirono and Ichigo out of there right now.” She then strode off into the room, giving the sofa with Tsuyosa and Keiko a wide berth.

Keiko growled, curling the hand Tsuyosa wasn’t holding into a fist so tight it quaked. She had heard such talk far too often in the darkest period in her life, and she did not have any patience to listen to it now. The only things holding her back was her unwillingness to ruin her brother’s party and her promise to Akane to keep a close watch over Tsuyosa. She had to bite her tongue not to at least snarl out scathing insults to the gossipping biddies and cause a scene.

Tsuyosa interrupted Keiko’s thoughts as he squeezed her hand tightly, though clearly with little strength. He didn’t look up at her, instead staring at the ground. “Papa says I can’t get other people sick too. I’m not bad.”

Those words, spoken with such tired sadness, were a knife that pierced Keiko’s heart. “Tsu…” She glanced over at the women, seeing that two were still watching them. With a disdainful sniff, she turned away from the socialites and pulled Tsuyosa gently into her lap. “Hey, Tsu,” she said with a little more volume than necessary. “How about I read you a story? A nice long story.”

Tsuyosa paused at that before he looked up at Keiko. He was silent for a moment before a small smile appeared on his face. “Okay.”

Narakumon watched the exchange, and found himself ironically thankful for the obnoxious interruption. It had drawn not only Keiko’s attention away from him, but Nyamon’s as well, and saved him from a conversation he did not want to have with his daughter.

As a god of death, he knew the signs - he knew what to look for. And he also knew when there were just some things better left unsaid. Besides, as he kept telling himself, it wasn’t as if it was any of their business.

Death came to everyone equally.

---

The moon filtered in through the drapes in Keiko’s room of the Ryuzaki estate, casting its gentle light on the floorboards. Everything was still as darkness settled in, like a comforting blanket to ease everyone to sleep. In such comforting surroundings, it was only too easy for Keiko to fall asleep in spite of the fact that she wasn’t back home in Crystal Tower. After the party, with Akane and the children staying over, she was reluctant to leave just yet. Fortunately, Nyamon curled up beside her on her bed, she was able to sleep easy.

At least, until the peacefulness of the night was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of heavy footsteps and loud voices just outside her door.

Keiko was up and out of bed in an instant. In her adrenaline-fueled, half-asleep state, she at first thought she was back in Crystal Tower in the middle of some sort of crisis in the Digital World. It was only when she charged out into the hall dressed in pajamas with Nyamon close on her heels that she woke up enough to remember where she was, which added a new kind of fear.

Although the Ryuzaki estate was vast, Keiko’s bedroom was right next to the guestroom where Akane stayed with the children after the party. The door to that room hung open now, and the sound of a child crying and adults talking rapidly drew her close.

Inside was chaos.

Pacing on one side of the room was man with wild, long blonde hair streaked in purple, who Keiko belatedly recognized as her sister’s husband. Mamoru fretted about, carrying Sera in his arms and patting her on the back as he murmured what were supposed to be soothing words to his daughter, but the little girl continually wailed, inconsolable.

On the opposite end of the room, Mina was seated on the bed, cradling Tsuyosa in her arms as Akane knelt beside him, injecting needles one after another into various places on the poor young boy’s body. To Keiko’s horror, she saw Tsuyosa’s skin had turned blue in places, his raspy breathing more like ragged gurgling as he struggled for air even with a large oxygen tank on a cart nearby now hooked up to the tubes in his nose.

Nyamon stared at the scene in horror, her ears canted back. “What the hell’s going on!?”

“I’ve already called Kigaru, he’ll meet us there,” Jin’s voice came in loud as he was marching down the hallway to the room, distress clear in his voice even as he tried to keep it even and authoritative, as if he were in charge of the situation. “Everyone just stay calm!”

Mina was unruffled by the chaos happening around her as she kept Tsuyosa propped upright against her to prevent him from suffocating. She turned her gaze away to Keiko and Nyamon and spoke like the crack of a whip. “Keep the doorway clear! The paramedics are coming.”

Keiko jerked at the order, but did as she was told, darting into the room with Nyamon right behind her to stand out of the way next to Mamoru, despite how Sera’s mournful wailing hurt her ears. “What’s happening?” she asked, raising her voice to be heard over Sera’s crying as she plugged her ears with her fingers. “What happened to Tsu?”

It was Akane who answered, though she never looked Keiko’s way and constantly kept pulling items out of an unusually large open medical kit on the nightstand. “It’s fine, Keiko. Everything is fine. Tsu is going to be fine. This happens all the time. We only called an ambulance to get to the hospital faster, but this is nothing new for us. Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine.”

It was obvious to Keiko that Akane wasn’t just trying to convince her everything was “fine.” Unfortunately, it was also clear that there was nothing she could do to help; there was no foe to defeat, no castle to destroy and rescue the helpless child before her. All she could do was stay out of the way and listen to her niece cry as the paramedics arrived and spirited Tsuyosa away.

In the end, only Keiko, Nyamon, Mamoru, and Sera remained once the chaos disappeared - or rather, moved on without them.

By that point, Sera had finally tired herself out from crying, only occasionally letting out a sniffle and a tiny wail of “Tsuuuu…”

Mamoru sighed wearily as he rubbed his daughter’s back, bouncing her in his arms. “It’s okay, Sera, it’s okay. Tsu will be home soon enough.” His blue eyes turned apologetically to Keiko who looked skeptically back at him. “Really, it’s going to be okay. This has happened more times than you think. Tsu’s a fighter - he’ll be back home again in a few days.”

“No,” Narakumon’s voice cut in, not that Mamoru or Sera could hear, with the finality of a tolling bell at a funeral. It caused Keiko and Nyamon both to turn and stare at him. He stood beside them, staring out the window with his back to them. “He will not.”

“Papa?” Keiko asked quietly, her heart filled with dread. She completely ignored the confused look Mamoru gave her as she took a step towards her father.

“The boy will not be coming back,” Narakumon said, not looking at Keiko. “This man needs to not fill his daughter with false hopes that will only be crushed when her brother never returns.”

Keiko froze mid-step, her entire body going cold.

Nyamon’s eyes widened as her ears canted back.

Mamoru looked towards the window, but saw nothing. He cocked his head to one side then the other. “I… suppose you must be talking to your father right now? Narakumon, sir, er, that’s your name, right?” He paused, but the empty space offered him nothing. “Well, anyway, my apologies for not being able to have a proper conversation with you, but I was thinking that since you’re the digital manifestation of a god, perhaps, if it’s not too much trouble, would you mind lending Tsu a little of your strength?”

Mamoru turned to Sera and used a tissue to clean her face. “I know it’s asking for a lot and it’s probably outside your particular skill set - you being a god of data and computers and all - but from one father to another, I hope you understand why I thought I’d ask anyway.”

Narakumon stiffened but said nothing, staring out the window at the moon.

The tense silence settled over Keiko like a lead weight, threatening to suffocate her. The earlier conversation with Narakumon came back to her with an all new, terrible clarity. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you, Papa? That’s why Tsu could see you.”

Narakumon didn’t respond at first, mulling over his words, before he finally spoke. “I am a god of death, Keiko.”

The implication hit Keiko hard, rendering her speechless.

Narakumon could feel his daughter’s stare piercing through his back, which was all the more reason that he refused to turn to face her. “The spark of life in Digimon is not much different than the one found in humans. And even though this is not my world, I am still able to sense said spark… and see it grow dim. That boy’s spark… is all but extinguished.”

Keiko slowly started to shake her head, denial welling up within her. “There’s got to be something we can do for Tsu! How do we revive the spark? Tell me what to do, Papa!”

Narakumon paused at that. It was a struggle to find the words to continue, but somehow he did, keeping his voice even. “This is the natural order of this world. Death is a part of it.”

“Screw that!” Keiko snapped, clutching her fists. “The Digital World makes its own natural order, and Mama overturns death all the time!” She threw her arm out to her side. “I’ll go find Mama’s Chosen Child and drag her to the hospital to help Tsu if I have to!”

Nyamon gave a sharp nod as she crossed her arms. “It wouldn’t be that hard to find her.”

The sound of crying began anew, as Sera reacted to Keiko’s shouting. Mamoru rubbed his daughter’s back again, but kept casting a troubled gaze towards Keiko and the empty space.

“I’ll… take Sera to another room to calm her down,” he muttered before hastily leaving. It was clear to him that he was in over his head in this sort of situation and his priority needed to be to his daughter right now. “Please excuse us.”

Narakumon felt a spark of irritation at Mamoru’s interjection, as the conversation was stressful enough as it was, but allowed himself to be mollified by the man’s departure. He let out a deep sigh through his teeth as he tried to get his thoughts in order. It was hard enough trying to talk reason to his daughter when his own feelings refused to match with what he knew was logical. “The girl has no experience with using Tenraimon’s power. As it is, she’s using it to heal her own body’s sickly nature. You know that.”

Keiko flinched, her eyes sliding askance as a twist of guilt hit her, but she refused to look away for long. “Then Mama can lend Tsu her energy dire…”

An abrupt idea silenced Keiko before she could finish her thought, the gears turning in her head as she stared intently at Narakumon. “Papa, you said Tsu could be Darkness like me, right? Is that only because he’s about to die?”

Narakumon grimaced at that before he finally turned to face his daughter, his expression stern. “Keiko.”

“What if you made Tsu like me?” Keiko pressed, stepping closer to Narakumon, placing a hand on her chest. “What if you share your power with Tsu, would that save him?”

Narakumon’s expression grew exasperated as he let out another sigh. “Keiko, he’s a random human child that-”

“He’s my nephew!” Keiko snapped. “He’s family, and I’m going to save him, blood or no blood!”

Narakumon went silent as he stared at Keiko for a moment before he lowered his eyes, his expression twisting unpleasantly.

“She’s not thinking anything that you weren’t already thinking,” Nyamon said with a snap of her tail. “If you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t have that sour look on your face.”

“I have a responsibility to the Digital World,” Narakumon said softly. “And involving more humans would be…!”

Keiko closed the distance between her and Narakumon, taking her father’s hand in hers and squeezing tight. “He’s already involved, Papa. He’s not just some random human. He’s your family too. You’re his great-uncle.”

Narakumon paused before he looked at Keiko’s hands in his own, which seemed so small. It was hard to imagine that such delicate, small hands could wield so much destruction if he hadn’t been the very reason they could. And yet, despite carrying such capacity for destruction, they were still capable of so much kindness.

“It was… surprising,” Narakumon murmured. “The way he looked at me… tried to look at me. Even though he couldn’t see me clearly, he still at least sensed me and… wasn’t afraid.”

Keiko’s eyes softened as she smiled a little at Narakumon. “I haven’t spent much time with Tsu, but he’s really sweet. I’m sure he’ll love you too, just like I do, once he gets to meet you.”

Narakumon didn’t respond immediately as he stared down at Keiko’s hands, then let out a weary sigh. “You are an extremely ill-behaved Chosen Child, do you realize that? And so infuriating.”

Keiko’s smile turned wry as she let out a mischievous giggle. “I learned from the best, Papa.”

Narakumon chuckled softly before he finally lifted his head. “I believe it would work, yes. He has an affinity for my power, so-”

Keiko’s eyes lit up and she tugged Narakumon towards the door before sprinting off ahead. “What’re we waiting for? Let’s go!”

---

It didn’t take long to make it to the hospital using a couple Digital Gates. In fact, Keiko and Nyamon arrived not long after the ambulance arrived. Even finding the room in the emergency ward where Tsuyosa had been placed had been a simple matter after Narakumon checked the computer system. The only difficulty was getting past orderlies and nurses that tried in vain to stop a girl and her cat from tearing through the hospital’s ER.

The chaotic sound of doctors barking orders and beeping machines were drowned out by the door to the room slamming open with a well placed kick from Nyamon. She and Keiko ignored the shock of the medical staff inside, focused entirely on Tsuyosa lying in a bed with various tubes hastily inserted into his small body.

“You can’t be in here!” one of the doctors shouted.

Keiko brushed past the man and batted away the hands of two nurses trying to see her out. There was no time to hesitate. Tsuyosa looked even worse than before, only breathing now with the assistance of a machine, as the erratic chirps of the heart monitor grew only more spaced out.

“This is the only warning you’re getting,” Nyamon said as she followed her partner, her tail snapping out to smack one of the nurses that got too close. “Stay out of the way!”

Keiko called upon the Darkness and allowed it to consume her. The staff backed away from her as the light faded around her, alarmed by this child for more than the intrusion. The darkness crackled at the edges and grew beyond her body into the shape of the god of death with black wings unfurled.

The machines went completely haywire. The heart monitor pulsed so rapidly it turned into a high shriek. The lights flickered sparratically until one blew up, then another. The breathing machine lost its rhythm, and Nyamon hastily removed it before doing the same with the wires from the monitoring equipment.

Keiko placed her hands - and the shadow of Narakumon’s - on Tsuyosa’s pale chest and let the Darkness consume the dying boy completely.

One of the nurses fled into the hall, screaming as the lights went out completely and the equipment died. The only illumination in the room came from the flickering fluorescent bulbs in the hallway and the moonlight that shone in Keiko’s eyes.

Narakumon paid the panicking humans no mind, focusing instead on the small heartbeat in his hands. It was so faint, and the boy so fragile. He could feel the boy’s life trying to flicker away through his fingers and it reminded him that what they were about to do could very well finish him off - it begged the question of what right he had to make such a decision. But he was the god of death, and who else but he had the right to make such a call? The boy was doomed regardless. His choices were to die in a few hours with the assistance of various cruel machines or possibly live on his own, for as long as the Darkness within him would allow.

Besides, as much as Keiko was protesting Tsuyosa’s fate, Narakumon couldn’t deny… that he had wanted to save the boy, too.

With that in mind, Narakumon guided his power through Keiko, using his daughter as a medium to safely transfer it into the small boy, filling him with the Darkness he possessed. As the aura that had engulfed Keiko spread to the tiny child, the crest of Darkness slowly began to appear upon the boy’s forehead. The inverting silver moons glistened like the moonlight in Keiko’s eyes, before they illuminated Tsuyosa’s gray eyes with an ephemeral glow.

The faint heartbeat within Keiko’s grasp began to pulse a little quicker with each passing second, growing stronger. What had once felt so fragile was gaining strength right under her fingertips as the color returned to Tsuyosa’s face, the blue giving way to pale peach as he breathed easily on his own.

Detached though she was from herself, Keiko could feel her strength fade. The act of transforming Tsuyosa, of purging what was toxic and wrong within him far exceeded any act of violence she committed, and drained her of far more than what it took to grant Nyamon evolution to Ultimate level.

It was only when Keiko had given all that she could that she stopped, collapsing as the world around her disappeared into darkness.

---

From a dreamless sleep of darkness Keiko slowly awakened to a body heavy and sluggish with fatigue. A single thought was the spark that ignited her determination to resist the siren song of sleep coaxing her back into the realm of unconsciousness. She wanted - needed - to know what happened to Tsuyosa.

The first person Keiko saw upon forcing her eyes open was the comforting sight of Nyamon. Her partner instantly relaxed as their eyes met before giving her a wry smile.

“Good morning,” Nyamon said. “Or afternoon. Whichever you prefer.”

Keiko barely spared a thought to wonder how long she had been unconscious before she returned her focus to what was most important. “Tsu…?” To her annoyance, her voice came out faint, thick with fatigue, and she struggled all the more to shake the sleep from her body.

“Not here,” Nyamon said as she flicked her ear before she turned to stare off to the side. Keiko followed her partner’s gaze to find herself staring at the door to her bedroom, which was slightly ajar. “Your sister and brother’ll be busting in any moment now, once they notice the sound of your voice.”

As if on cue, Akane peered through the crack in the door. Upon seeing Keiko’s face, she threw her door and rushed inside. “You’re finally awake! Oh, thank goodness. We were worried. You’ve been asleep for a long time.”

“You really gave everyone a scare,” Jin said as he appeared behind Akane, hurrying inside. “Especially the doctors.” He paused before his expression grew wry. “Especially the doctors.”

“Is Tsu alive?” Keiko asked, unable to focus on her siblings’ relief when her thoughts were still filled with worry for Tsuyosa. She tried to push herself upward, cursing her body as it rebelled against her and demanded more rest.

Akane’s expression softened before she sat down on the bed and reached out to brush the hair away from her sister’s annoyed eyes. “Tsu is fine, Keiko. Don’t worry.” She let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh or some other more enigmatic emotion. “I don’t know what you did, but the doctors are saying his health is the best it’s ever been.”

“Which, you can imagine, just freaked the doctors out even more,” Jin said, with a chuckle. “They don’t understand what happened. And while I’m not entirely certain myself, I can imagine… it’s Digimon business, isn’t it?”

“I made Tsu like me,” Keiko said. With a sigh, she relaxed on the bed, relieved by the knowledge that her gambit had worked.

“She connected Tsu to Narakumon,” Nyamon elaborated. “It’s complicated, but it means Tsu will get better now.”

“The Digital World is sustaining him now,” Narakumon said as he appeared beside Keiko, looking down at her. “He’ll always have a weak constitution, but with the Digital World nourishing his flesh, he no longer has to fear his body’s impending collapse. He will live.”

“Good,” Keiko sighed, a smile gracing her face as she closed her eyes. “That’s good.”

Narakumon paused at that as he mulled over his next words before his expression grew serious. “You expended a great deal of energy to achieve this miracle. And while it does mean that the boy will survive thanks to your efforts, you… will not be able to fight until you recover.”

Keiko’s eyes snapped open as she fixed her adoptive father with a sharp look.

Narakumon was quick to lift his hand, cutting off Keiko’s protest. “Your body is taxed to nearly it’s limits - you’ve been asleep for days. You’ve only just now regained enough energy to wake. For that reason, you must be cautious and reserved in what you do until you fully recover. Is that understood?”

Although Keiko felt a surge of stubborn pride flare up inside her, it just as quickly fizzled out, drained by the fatigue still demanding more time for rest. “I understand, Papa.” She fought back the need to yawn, but ultimately could only minimize it. “I’m just glad I could save Tsu.”

Akane and Jin shared an uncertain look. Although they believed their little sister when she spoke of her “Papa,” it was always unnerving to watch her have a conversation with empty air. Still, that didn’t stop them from being ungrateful for what this unseen entity had done for Keiko, and now for Tsuyosa.

“Well,” Akane said after a moment’s thought, “thank you, Keiko, for saving Tsu.” She looked in the general area that Keiko had been looking, searching for some sign of Narakumon that continued to elude her eyes. “And thank you Lord Narakumon.” She clapsed her hands together and bowed her head. “We owe you for everything you’ve done for our family.”

Narakumon paused at that before his face turned red and he quickly looked away. “I-I didn’t do it for the praise of some human!”

Nyamon smirked. “He’s blushing.” Her smirk widened when the digital god of Darkness turned to glare death at her.

Akane couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

A gentle knock drew everyone’s attention to the open door. Keiko was immediately greeted by a man she didn’t know. He was tall with chocolate brown hair and gray eyes, which were tinged with exhaustion if the heavy purple bags beneath his eyes were anything to go by. He looked fairly disheveled, as if he had thrown on the first set of clothes he could find - in this case, black sweats and a white silk shirt - before rushing out the door.

While the sight of the man was disorienting, Keiko quickly forgot him in favor of what the man held in his arms - Tsuyosa. The little boy looked far better than he had on the hospital bed, though he still sported the hospital band and blue pajamas with purple bunny print. He looked even better than the moment he and Keiko first met, as he no longer had a breathing tube, bandages, or even bruising left behind.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the man said with a weak smile. “But Tsu kept demanding to see his Auntie Keiko.”

Keiko immediately felt a jolt of energy at the sight of Tsuyosa and she tried once again to sit up, smiling wide at the sight of the little boy. “Hi, Tsu. You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

Tsuyosa turned to stare at Keiko before he reached out his tiny hands towards her, making grabbing motions. In response, the man holding the little boy walked in to the room and placed the young boy on the bed beside Keiko.

“You look like shit, man,” Jin said, as he shot Kigaru a crooked smile.

“Thanks,” the man said, cheerfully. “I call it my ‘I’ve been at the hospital for three days’ look.”

“They actually let you take Tsu home, Kigaru?” Akane asked, shifting her gaze between Kigaru and Tsuyosa while the little boy grasped onto Keiko’s outstretched fingers.

“Oh, not at all~!” Kigaru said, still brightly. “They wanted to keep him longer for observation, but I told them that three days was enough. If they couldn’t give me a good reason why to keep him there beyond their own ignorance, I’d be taking him home. If they couldn’t figure out why he was healthy after three days and no other health complications came up, then they were wasting my time - and his. My son has spent enough time being hooked up to machines while sick, he doesn’t need to experience it when he’s not.”

Akane sighed with no small amount of relief, placing her hand on her chest. “I’m glad to hear it. It drove me crazy that they refused to tell me anything about how poor Tsu was doing.” She paused to look at Keiko. “They almost wouldn’t let Jin and me take you home after what you did at the hospital. They really wanted to study you.” She smile turned wry. “Good thing we got that paperwork pushed through to get Jin to be your legal guardian, huh?”

Keiko nodded uncomfortably, though her attention was still mostly captivated by Tsuyosa. She didn’t care much for doctors or their interest in the Digital World after the stories she heard from Narakumon and Tenraimon.

Nyamon smirked as she puffed up her chest. “I would’ve told them no anyway. With my claws.”

“I would have destroyed them all, if they had tried,” Narakumon said with a huff. “I would never-” He froze when Tsuyosa suddenly looked up to stare at him. However, unlike before, the boy focused directly on him, their eyes meeting. It rendered Narakumon speechless as Tsuyosa gave a small blink before reaching up to point at him.

“I see you,” Tsuyosa said.

Nyamon’s ears shot up as she stared at Tsuyosa, then Narakumon.

Instead of being surprised, Keiko smirked and tapped Tsuyosa’s hand to draw his attention back to her. “That’s my papa, Narakumon. Since I’m your auntie now, that makes him your great-uncle. It’s because of him and his power that I was able to make you better.”

Tsuyosa tilted his head, as if considering Keiko’s words. “Great-Uncle.” He glanced between Keiko and Narakumon before he turned his full attention back to Narakumon, a bright smile on his face.

Narakumon felt his heart skip a beat before his face turned bright red. “Y-you don’t need to look so happy.”

Keiko couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course he does! He finally gets to meet his great-uncle who saved him and his auntie. You’re a real hero, Papa.”

Narakumon made an incoherent noise in his throat as his blush deepened before he quickly disappeared, fading out of view.

Tsuyosa blinked. “Ah, Great-Uncle left.”

Keiko continued giggling even as she squeezed Tsuyosa’s hand gently. “Your Great-Uncle Narakumon does that a lot.” She winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, Tsu.”

“I suppose we all will eventually,” Akane added with a tentative smile. It was unnerving that some sort of spectre they couldn’t see could just pop in and out at will around Keiko, but she wasn’t about to let something as silly as that get in the way of her appreciating everything Narakumon did for their family.

“I admit I don’t fully understand everything that’s happening,” Kigaru said as he stood in the doorway, watching the exchange. He then gave Keiko a weary smile. “But I do know this… you saved my son’s life - both of you. I… can’t deny that he would have died if not for you. I owe you more than I can ever repay… but I definitely intend to try.”

“I didn’t save Tsu to get anything out of it for myself,” Keiko said, almost offended by the idea. “I saved Tsu because he needed saving. I’m the Chosen Child of Darkness, and that means I have a duty to save the weak and innocent from anything that wants to destroy them.”

Kigaru stared at Keiko before his expression softened. “Thank you...”

“Why don’t you take a rest?” Jin asked as he reached over to grasp Kigaru’s shoulder. “Go take a nap. We’ll watch Tsu while you sleep in an actual bed.”

“And before you argue, you won’t be the only one napping,” Akane said with a crooked smirk. “If Sera can be convinced to nap instead of waiting up for Tsu, so can you.”

“And there’s plenty of guestrooms for you to choose from,” Jin said wryly. “Now take your pick and go to sleep.”

Kigaru glanced about the room before he gave a wry chuckle and rubbed the back of his head. “Alright, alright… I can’t argue with you all at once. And a nap does sound really good right now...”

“Night-night, Papa,” Tsuyosa said as he reached up his right hand to wave at Kigaru. “Nap time.”

Kigaru smiled gently as he returned the gesture. “Night-night, Tsu…” Slowly, and reluctantly, the man lingered a moment more before he finally left the room, slipping off to find some much needed rest.

Tsuyosa watched his father leave, then turned to Keiko. He gazed at her with wide gray eyes that sparkled with life and curiosity.

Keiko smiled at the little boy and reached out to ruffle his hair. “I know what you’re thinking. You feel something big inside you now. Something bigger than anything. That’s because you’re Darkness now, like me. That means you’re going to grow up strong and protect anyone who needs help.”

Tsuyosa smiled at that. “Okay, Auntie Keiko!”

The relief Keiko felt at seeing Tsuyosa wore away at her energy and reminded her of just how badly her body cried out for more rest. Frustrated though she was at still feeling tired even after sleeping for three days, and for the restrictions now placed on her for the foreseeable future, she didn’t regret her actions for a moment. Taxing herself to such a degree was a small price to pay to save an innocent baby’s life.

It was what Chosen Children should do, after all.

#Dreaming To Reality #fragments #digimon #Digimon Adventure 02 #digimon adventure

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Banana Loaf

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Banana Loaf with Chocolate Sprinkles – Banana Bread-Keik me bananes & troufa sokolata BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy

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Makes 10-12 thick slices Banana Loaf is a beautiful easy recipe for a fluffy, sweet cake like-bread with the added bonus of using your overripe bananas (in fact the riper, the better). Although not a Greek recipe, it is a firm favorite in my home, since bananas have always been my absolutely favored fruit from when I was small. The bananas in the cake provide the extra moisture and add a dash of freshness with a hint of chocolate that as you probably know, matches perfectly with bananas! When baked, Banana Loaf has an incredibly soft and lightly crispy crust while its moist texture and aromatic taste is out of this world. I must have made and shared my recipe about 1,000 times which proves by itself how successful it really is! Check also in my recipe, my other option for a Chocolate Banana Loaf. So easy to make, a piece of cake!! 

Don’t miss my cute memory from my younger years at the end! Suitable for lacto-ovo vegetarians.

INGREDIENTS: 2 very Ripe Bananas (medium size) 260 gr / 9 oz / 2 cups Self Rising Flour 450 gr / 1lb / 2 cups Crystal Sugar 125 gr / 4.4 oz / a bit less than 1/2 cup Butter or Margarine soft 120 ml / 0.5 cup Fresh Milk (semi skimmed) 1 tsp. Baking Soda 2 medium Eggs @room temp. ¼ tsp. Salt 8 gr / 0.3 oz / 2 tsp. Vanilla Sugar 1 tsp. Baking Powder 50 gr / 1.75 oz / a bit less than 0.5 cup Chocolate Sprinkles (dark) Another Version: For a Chocolate Banana Loaf: Substitute ½ cup of the flour (60 gr / 2.1 oz) with Cocoa Powder

METHOD: A. Prepare the batter: 1. Using an electric mixer, beat the soft butter for a couple minutes. 2. Then gradually add the sugar. And the vanilla and salt. 3. Stop the mixer. 4. Crack the 2 eggs. Add them one by one in the mix. Start the mixer again. 5. Beat the mix in high speed for 3' until it becomes white and fluffy. 6. Then lower the mixer’s speed. 7. Gradually add the flour in the batter, mixing just enough to incorporate it. 8. Stop the mixer. B. Prepare the bananas: 9. Peel the bananas and cut them in pieces into a soup plate (do this last minute, so the bananas won't brown!). 10. Using a fork, mash the bananas (you can also use a food processor).

11. Using a small spoon, dissolve the baking soda into the milk. 12. Pour the milk into the batter and start beating again in medium speed. 13. Now add the mashed bananas into the batter.

14. Lastly, pour the sprinkles and baking powder in the batter. 15. Then stop the mixer. 16. Butter with oil or an oil spray the bottom and sides of a loaf tin (with removable top) with a volume of 2.5 lt. Dimensions LxWxH are: 23x13x10 cm / 9x5x4 in. 17. Sprinkle some flour in the tin and shake it around to stick it on the oil. 18. Pour the batter into the tin. 

C. Bake Banana Loaf in a preheated oven-top and bottom heating elements on-@180℃/350℉, for 55'-60'. 19. Tip: Don't open the oven before 30' of baking, as this will result your cake to deflate. 20. After about 55'-60', test if the cake is ready. Insert a knife; it should come out clean. 

21. Nothing beats the smell of fresh banana loaf when it is baked in the oven. 22. When cake is ready, remove from the oven and place it on a rack to cool completely (about 1h)! 23. Banana Loaf is ready!! It's beautifully moist inside with the subtle, sweet and very aromatic banana taste and the surprising crunch from the chocolate sprinkles!! D. Serving suggestion: 24. Banana Loaf makes a great breakfast or afternoon treat with coffee/tea. If you are expecting guests for tea, why not cut the cake ahead of time?

25. Banana Loaf can be served with Cappuccino Freddo (check my separate recipe) (or any coffee/tea)! It makes also a great school/work snack. 26. An amazingly delicious and light cake that will be a guaranteed hit for family and friends! I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have all these years!

E. Storing info: 27. Banana Loaf stores well. When cool completely, you can cut it in thick slices and wrap them individually. 28. Then you can store them in the freezer for 2-3 months. 29. Take them out, let them thaw gradually and you will get fresh Banana loaf and enjoy once again!! F. Another version: Simply substitute 1/2 cup (60 gr / 2.1 oz) of your flour with same quantity Cocoa powder to get this amazing Chocolaty Banana Loaf! What a feast!

G. Info about bananas and Greece Travel Tip: Bananas are an exotic fruit with many nutritional benefits. Bananas are a healthy source of fiber, potassium, vitamin B6, vitamin C, and various antioxidants and phytonutrients. In Greece bananas are imported since 1988. Before that they were banned, and that's why I guess I was so besotted with them. My beloved father knew my weakness for bananas so whenever he was going on a business trip abroad, he would always come back with a fresh bunch!! But how many could I eat? After the 5th day, bananas were getting very ripe and I was distraught! When I started making Banana Loaf, it was my savior! I could still taste my beloved fruit and enjoy it a bit longer! Nowadays you can find areas in Greece where bananas are grown. For example, farmers in Crete are growing bananas in small scale and that's because Crete is really south with a warmer climate than the rest of Greece. Cretan bananas are a unique product in Greece but the production is still small. Lately some of the Cretan bananas are shipped to Athens. Visit Crete to see the banana plantations amongst the other beautiful sights that this beautiful island has to offer.

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Μπανάνα Μπρέντ-Κέικ με μπανάνες και σοκολάτα τούφα BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy Φτιάχνει 10-12 παχιές φέτες Το Μπανάνα Μπρέντ είναι μια όμορφη και εύκολη συνταγή για ένα αφράτο, γλυκό κέικ με το πρόσθετο πλεονέκτημα της χρήσης των πολύ ώριμων μπανανών σας (στην πραγματικότητα όσο πιο ώριμες, τόσο το καλύτερο). Αν και δεν είναι ελληνική συνταγή, είναι σταθερή αξία στο σπίτι μου, αφού οι μπανάνες ήταν πάντα το απόλυτα αγαπημένο μου φρούτο απ’ όταν ήμουν μικρή. Οι μπανάνες στο κέικ προσφέρουν πρόσθετη υγρασία και προσθέτουν μια φρεσκάδα αλλά υπάρχει και η νότα σοκολάτας τρούφας που, όπως ίσως γνωρίζετε, ταιριάζει απόλυτα με τις μπανάνες! Όταν ψήνεται, το Μπανάνα Μπρέντ φτιάχνει μια εξαιρετικά μαλακή και ελαφρώς τραγανή κρούστα, ενώ η υγρή υφή και η αρωματική γεύση του είναι παραδεισένια. Πρέπει να έχω φτιάξει και μοιραστεί τη συνταγή μου περίπου 1.000 φορές που δείχνει πόσο πετυχημένη είναι! Ελέγξτε επίσης μέσα στη συνταγή, μια άλλη εκδοχή μου για σοκολατένιο Μπανάνα Μπρέντ.

Μην ξεχάσετε να διαβάσετε την γλυκειά παιδική μου ανάμνηση στο τέλος! Κατάλληλο για χορτοφάγους.

ΥΛΙΚΑ: 2 πολύ ώριμες Μπανάνες (μεσαίου μεγέθους) 260 γρ. / 9 oz. / 2 φλ. Αλεύρι που φουσκώνει μόνο του 450 γρ. / 1 ​​lb / 2 φλ. κρυσταλλική Ζάχαρη 125 γρ. / 4,4 oz / λίγο λιγότερο από 1/2 φλιτζάνι Βούτυρο ή Μαργαρίνη μαλακή 120 ml / 0,5 φλ. Φρέσκο ​​Γάλα (ημι-αποβουτυρωμένο) 1 κ.γ. Μαγειρική Σόδα 2 μέτρια Αυγά σε θερμοκρασία δωματίου ¼ κ.γ. Αλάτι 8 γρ. / 0,3 oz / 2 κ.γ. Βανίλια σκόνη 1 κ.γ. Μπέικιν πάουντερ 50 γρ. / 1,75 oz / λίγο λιγότερο από 0,5 φλ. Σοκολάτα τρούφα (σκούρα) Άλλη εκδοχή: Για ένα σοκολατένιο Μπανάνα Μπρέντ αντικαταστήστε το ½ φλιτζάνι αλεύρι (60 γρ / 2,1 oz) με Κακάο σκόνη

ΜΕΘΟΔΟΣ: A. Ετοιμάστε τη ζύμη: 1. Χρησιμοποιώντας ένα ηλεκτρικό μίξερ, χτυπήστε το μαλακό βούτυρο για μερικά λεπτά. 2. Στη συνέχεια, προσθέστε σταδιακά τη ζάχαρη. Και τη βανίλια και το αλάτι. 3. Σταματήστε το μίξερ. 4. Σπάστε τα 2 αυγά. Προσθέστε τα ένα-ένα στο μείγμα. Ξεκινήστε ξανά το μίξερ. 5. Χτυπήστε το μείγμα σε υψηλή ταχύτητα για 3' μέχρι να ασπρίσει και να αφρατέψει. 6. Στη συνέχεια χαμηλώστε την ταχύτητα του μίξερ. 7. Προσθέστε σταδιακά το αλεύρι, αναμειγνύοντας ίσα ίσα για να το ενσωματώσετε. 8. Σταματήστε το μίξερ. B. Ετοιμάστε τις μπανάνες: 9. Ξεφλουδίστε τις μπανάνες και κόψτε τις σε κομμάτια μέσα σε ένα πιάτο σούπας (κάντε το αυτό την τελευταία στιγμή, έτσι ώστε οι μπανάνες να μην μαυρίσουν!). 10. Χρησιμοποιώντας ένα πιρούνι, λιώστε τις μπανάνες (μπορείτε επίσης να χρησιμοποιήσετε έναν επεξεργαστή τροφίμων).

11. Χρησιμοποιώντας ένα μικρό κουτάλι, διαλύστε τη μαγειρική σόδα μέσα στο γάλα. 12. Ρίξτε το γάλα μέσα στη ζύμη και αρχίστε ξανά το μίξερ σε μεσαία ταχύτητα. 13. Τώρα προσθέστε τις λιωμένες μπανάνες μέσα στη ζύμη.

14. Τέλος, ρίξτε μέσα τις σοκολατένιες τρουφίτσες και το μπέικιν. 15. Στη συνέχεια σταματήστε το μίξερ. 16. Λαδώστε το κάτω και τις πλαϊνά μιας φόρμας για ψωμί (με έξτρα κορυφή) με όγκο 2,5 lt. Οι διαστάσεις ΦxΠxΥ της φόρμας πρέπει να είναι: 23x13x10 cm / 9x5x4 in. 17. Πασπαλίστε λίγο αλεύρι στη φόρμα και ανακινήστε το για να κολλήσει στο λάδι. 18. Ρίξτε κατόπιν τη ζύμη μέσα στη φόρμα.

Γ. Ψήστε το Μπανάνα Μπρέντ σε ένα προθερμασμένο Φούρνο-με αντιστάσεις πάνω και κάτω- σε θερμοκρασία 180 ℃ / 350 ℉, για 55'-60'. 19. Συμβουλή: Μην ανοίξετε το φούρνο πριν από 30' ψήσιμο, καθώς αυτό θα προκαλέσει το ξεφούσκωμα του κέικ σας. 20. Μετά από περίπου 55'-60', δοκιμάστε εάν το Μπανάνα Μπρέντ είναι έτοιμο. Τοποθετήστε ένα μαχαίρι κάθετα μέσα στο κέικ. Θα πρέπει να βγει καθαρό.

21. Τίποτα δεν συγκρίνεται με τη μυρωδιά φρέσκου Μπανάνα Μπρέντ όταν ψήνεται στο φούρνο. 22. Όταν το κέικ είναι έτοιμο, αφαιρέστε το από το φούρνο και τοποθετήστε το σε ένα πάγκο για να κρυώσει εντελώς (περίπου 1 ώρα)! 23. Το Μπανάνα Μπρέντ είναι έτοιμο! Είναι υπέροχα υγρό με τη λεπτή, γλυκιά και πολύ αρωματική γεύση μπανάνας και την εκπληκτική τραγανή γεύση από τη τρούφα σοκολάτα!! Δ. Προτάσεις σερβιρίσματος: 24. Το Μπανάνα Μπρέντ προσφέρει ένα υπέροχο πρωινό ή απογευματινό σνακ με καφέ / τσάι. Αν περιμένετε καλεσμένους για τσάι, γιατί να μην κόψετε το κέικ σε μερίδες από πριν;

25. Το Μπανάνα Μπρέντ μπορεί να σερβιριστεί με Cappuccino Freddo (κοιτάξτε τη ξεχωριστή συνταγή μου) (ή οποιοδήποτε καφέ / τσάι)! Είναι επίσης ένα ωραίο σνακ για το σχολείο / δουλειά. 26. Ένα εκπληκτικά νόστιμο και ελαφρύ κέικ που θα είναι εγγυημένα αγαπημένο για την οικογένεια και τους φίλους! Ελπίζω ότι θα το απολαύσετε τόσο πολύ όσο κι εγώ όλα αυτά τα χρόνια!

Ε. Πληροφορίες φύλαξης: 27. Το Μπανάνα Μπρέντ φυλάσσεται καλά. Όταν κρυώσει εντελώς, μπορείτε να το κόψετε σε χοντρές φέτες και να τις τυλίξετε μεμονωμένα. 28. Στη συνέχεια, μπορείτε να τις καταψύξετε για 2-3 μήνες. 29. Βγάλτε τις έξω, αφήστε να αποψυχθούν σταδιακά και θα έχετε φρέσκο ​​Μπανάνα Μπρέντ για να απολαύσετε για άλλη μια φορά! Ζ. Άλλη εκδοχή: Απλά αντικαταστήστε το 1/2 φλιτζάνι από το αλεύρι σας με την ίδια ποσότητα κακάο σε σκόνη για να έχετε ένα καταπληκτικό Σοκολατένιο Μπανάνα Μπρέντ! Τι κέρασμα!

Η. Πληροφορίες για τις μπανάνες και ταξιδιωτικός Οδηγός Ελλάδας: Οι μπανάνες είναι ένας εξωτικός καρπός με πολλά θρεπτικά οφέλη. Πλούσια πηγή καλίου, βιταμίνης Β6, βιταμίνης C, περιέχει και διάφορα αντιοξειδωτικά και φυτοθρεπτικά συστατικά. Στην Ελλάδα η εισαγωγή μπανάνας άρχισε από το 1988. Πριν από αυτό απαγορευόταν, και γι 'αυτό υποθέτω ότι ήμουν τόσο ξετρελαμένη μαζί τους. Ο αγαπημένος μου πατέρας ήξερε την αδυναμία μου για τις μπανάνες, οπότε κάθε φορά που πήγαινε σε επαγγελματικό ταξίδι στο εξωτερικό, ερχόταν πάντα με 1 φρέσκο μάτσο!! Αλλά πόσες μπορούσα να φάω; Μετά την 5η μέρα, οι μπανάνες ήταν πολύ ώριμες και είχα αρχίσει να πανικοβάλλομαι γιατί δεν ήθελα να τις πετάξω! Όταν άρχισα να φτιάχνω μπανάνα μπρέντ, ήταν ο σωτήρας μου! Έτσι μπορούσα να γεύομαι ακόμα το αγαπημένο μου φρούτο και να το απολαύσω λίγο περισσότερο! Σήμερα υπάρχουν περιοχές στην Ελλάδα όπου καλλιεργούνται μπανάνες!! Για παράδειγμα, στην Κρήτη καλλιεργούνται μπανάνες σε μικρή κλίμακα και αυτό συμβαίνει επειδή η Κρήτη είναι στο νότιο μέρος της Ελλάδας με ζεστό κλίμα. Οι Κρητικές μπανάνες είναι ένα μοναδικό προϊόν στην Ελλάδα, αλλά ακόμα η παραγωγή τους είναι μικρή. Κάποιες ποσότητες καταλήγουν και στην Αθήνα. Επισκεφτείτε τη Κρήτη και δείτε τις φυτείες με τις Μπανανιές μαζί με τόσα άλλα αξιοθέατα που έχει να προσφέρει αυτό το υπέροχο νησί!!

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Your ask box says to ask about you cat so what is your cat called? What kind of markings do they have? How old are they? What cute habits do they have? (I really like cats 😊)

Her name's Keika and she's a black and white tuxedo cat with amber eyes. She's about one and a half and she likes playing peekaboo (Keika-boo) and chasing raw pasta pieces around the floor. I talk to her so much she now responds to 'Keika', 'Keiks', 'Fluffy Baby Angel Cat' and 'Mia Cara'. I love her more than anything. She's the best.

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Tour Love Notes~ Meto {Mejibray}

Roses are red. Violets are blue and I know I am head over heels in love with you. ~Secret Admirer

You may not think it, but you are more beautiful then anything else I know. ~Secret Admirer My feelings for you grow stronger each time I see your beautiful face ~Secret Admirer When you smile your eyes outshine the brightest star ~Secret Admirer I treasure each time I hear your symphonic voice when you speak to me ~Secret Admirer Even when you are mad you are still as cute as can be and that is the truth. ~Secret Admirer Just the thought of seeing you brightens up my day ~Secret Admirer The tour is coming to a close and I wish to tell you my feelings in person. Please meet me in the room before Mejibrays dressing room after the show. With all my love ~Secret Admirer Everyday on Mejibray's four month tour,crew member, _____, had received a love letter from a secret admire. Those are only a few of the ones she had received and the only ones she carried around with her. Every letter she got, brightened her day no matter how she was feeling and made her feel more comfortable in who she was. But the last note sent her into a deep state of being nervous. Four months ago young _____ had began working as a crew member for Mejibray. She was in charge of the sound set and helping with styling make-up or hair. She never thought she was doing to much, in fact she thought she was not doing enough. But the rest of the crew and Mejibray all sought her out when they needed something to make the show better or to fix something. Everyone loved the young girls shy, hyper, sweet and giving nature.  Being the youngest person on the tour, she was called the little sister. The little sister who in a way, was in charge of everything. Even the tour manager said she was more of the manager then he was! Though ____ never once let that go to her head. ____ always made sure to do her job correctly to please everyone and she never failed. All her hard work and not to mention her beautiful looks had one person falling deeply in love with her all the more each day of tour. Who is this person? Well it just happens to be the silent drummer of Mejibray, Meto. When she first walked into the dressing room of the venue where they would be starting their tour, a weird feeling began to go in the pit of his stomach, that confused him deeply. Over the next few weeks, he found himself staring at her whenever she was around him and thinking about her all the time. Slowly it all became clear to him, he was in love. Meto was sacred that his voice would fail him if he tried to speak to her, so he never said a word when she said hello or asked him a question. So he began to write short letters to her, explaining his feelings about her. Every time he saw her reading a small piece of paper in her hands, with a bright smile on her face, always made a smile form secretly upon his own lips. And happiness to his heart. It was the ending night of the tour and Meto knew that if he did not tell her his feelings straight up then he would lose her forever. Something that broke his heart with just the thought. He wrote her a note, telling her to meet him. Nothing could explain how much he wanted to take the note back and tear it to pieces as he sent it to her. He was scared she would be disappointed in knowing it was him that sent the notes instead of one of his other band members or another crew member. But it was to late to turn back, he had to do this. Yet little did he know that when ____ had received the last note, she was secretly hoping it was him and that she was just as scared. The last concert of the tour had ended. After the encore, _____ began to make her way to the room where she was to meet her secret admire. Standing infront of the closed door to the room, she placed her hand on the handle and took a deep breath. "Come on ____ you can do this!" She mentally told herself. Opening the door, she let out a breath of relief as she saw no one was in the room yet. Smiling to herself, she shut the door behind her and took a seat on one of the empty chairs.  _____'s heart was racing with knowing she was first and her secret admire would be walking into the room any minute. Any minute she would see the person who had been sending their feelings to her on a slip of paper. What if it turned out not to be the person she was hoping for? How would she turn them down? What happens if it is the person she is hoping? What does she say to him? Oh how her mind was running wild with thoughts, but she was shortly broken out of her thoughts by the sound of the door handle turning. Here was the chance of seeing who this secret admire was. Meto's hands were sweaty as he began to open the door to the room he was to meet _____ in. His heart was beating so fast and hard he swore people could hear it if they were close enough. Thank goodness no one was though. Looking inside of the room he felt his stomach fill with butterflies. Sitting on a chair in the room, looking at him shocked was the girl he was in love with. Shutting the door behind him, he made his way over to her. Slowly____ stood up and just stared at him. Shaking off the shock she felt, she quickly gave him a smile. "Hello Meto-san!" She said in her sweet voice that was a symphony to the males ears. Meto only offered her a small smile as he handed her a note. Confused, ____ took it and slowly unfolded it with Meto watching. Yet he was not watching her unfold it, he was watching her expressions on her beautiful face. _____ knew he was watching her, but she paid no attention as she read the letter carefully. _____-san, I was the one to send you the letters. I was to scared to tell you in person so I wrote my feelings on paper. ~Meto It suddenly became hard for the young female to breath as she looked up from the note with shock written all over her face. "Y-You wrote me the notes?" _____ asked Meto. Meto nodded his head in yes. "Did you mean it all?" Again another nod from the drummer. A smile broke out on to ____ face, but quickly went serious. Pulling out a pen from her pocket, she wrote a note of her own on the same piece of paper the drummer gave her. Still with the serious expression on her face, she gave Meto back the paper. Scared and nervous, the drummer took the paper and what was written in delicate hand writing was something he was not expecting. I was hoping with all my heart it was you, because I feel the same way about you ~_____ It was Meto's turn to smile. Looking at _____, who was smiling as well, he embraced her in a loving hug. Taking a step back, Meto studied _____'s face. "What I wrote on those letters where true and I really do love you" He said. Hearing his voice for the first time if four months shocked ____, but she loved the sound of his voice. "I know and I love you to, Meto." She replied. Placing a hand on the back of her neck, Meto caught ____'s lips in their first kiss and young ______ quickly responded. _____ was finally Meto's and he was finally hers. Each of them had gotten what they wanted and now they were not going to let anyone take it away from them. Oh the thought of how their relationship started with simple tour love notes.

I originally posted this on my quotev account here: https://www.quotev.com/story/4011941/Visual-KeiK-pop-one-shots-Requests-Open/5

~Tokyo

#mejibray #meto #mejibray meto #mejibray scenario #Japanese Rock #visual kei #Admin Tokyo

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◇Satisfaction◇

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: THE LAST PART TO DRY HUMPING??? Thank you guys for liking my dumbassery? Craaaaazy to think any of you would liked this weird brain shit I got goin on in this blog.

Warning: Smut, pure, unadulterated smut. Smut smutty smut smut smut! (Just enjoy-)

Word count: Noneeee! Just made this

That pleading look in your foggy eyes, “I'm afraid I won't be going back on my word, Darling. But I will let you have the release you crave.” He explained while moving his hands from your chest and wet, squelching cunt to your waist, from there he drew your body forward and watched as you jolted and squirmed with a noise of embarrassment from your enjoyment of the feeling. His wicked grin grew, eyes narrowing as his smile twitched until you able to see the blackness that was his gums, “Mm-” Your hips jerked against him, hands coming up to his shoulders as a brace as you began to move yourself, no longer needing Alastors help in the matter as strings of moans and blubbering gasps started up again. Satisfied with your eagerness to please yourself from his teasing attacks on your most sensitive area, he leaned further away, back falling flat onto the grass as his ears flattened against his hair and he growled at the feeling of your wet juices flowing over his pants, your knee grazing his bulge that was oh so noticeable. But not to you. “Fuck- Al.. ‘S not enough.. It's not- I can't..!” You whined, body bending forward so that you were hovering over him, hair coming undone from its once firmly tied place, framing the two of you like a curtain as the radio demons claws slipped behind your head to bring you further down. Your body was laying atop his, hands gripping the grass near the sides of his head as his lips caught you in a kiss that broke your mind in half from the unexpected action and surprising amount of affection placed behind it. He plunged his tongue as far into your mouth as he could, his other hand continuing its guidance of your lower half as your eyes rolled back into your head, and your body began to twitch harder. You were right there, and all he had to do was push you all the way. How lovely for him, to have you in this bind, and not even one with your soul but with your mind. Your leg hiked up and slung over his other thigh, your heat pressing firmly on his straining bulge before you finally could hear a noise bubble from beneath Al's static that crackled. A noise resembling a glitched moan left him, noise transferring into your mouth which you reciprocated as he bit down onto your tongue, blood falling onto his lips which he lapped desperately up before you both flipped over.

“I really am impressed,” Al hissed into your ear as his lips trailed down your neck, fingers working deep into your clenching heat as his other hand kneaded the flesh of your breast from underneath your knitted button-up sweater, “You lasted far longer then I believed you would, but alas you didn't meet my true expectations.” His fingers curled, two digits rocking into the spongey spot right near your entrance, drawing a cry from your lips at the teasing. “I fear you haven't earned me inside you just yet.” Finished with a nip to your ear, tweaking your peak with a roll of his forefinger and thumb as your ground down into his other hand, whines and soft gasps continuing to climb in volume as fireflies hummed and blinked around you both. He'd brought you into the swamplands of his pocket dimensional room, his tie, belt, and cane strewn halfway to where he had worked you up from at the door. Your body relaxed flat against the deer demons chest upon his lap so he could have his way with you as he pleased. It was torture though, the edge that was just close enough to reach always furthering itself as he'd slow his movements or move his thumb from your swollen clit to stop that thread from snapping in two. “N-no- I- But!-” You writhed, hands feverishly trying to find a place to rest as the repetitive edging was starting to become to much. “No, Al.. I'm sorry, I never- I didn't mean—” He hushed you, grinning lips placing another kiss on your skin before he managed to switch your position on his lap, making your legs straddle a single thigh so he could see that begging expression.

You felt the soft grass, hair messy against it as you panted against the man above you’s lips, your legs being tugged upwards as he broke the kiss and buried his face into your shoulder so he could rut down between your legs at a quick pace. “How..” He breathed heavily, eyes failing to focus properly on your blissful expression, “How dare you do this to me.. You filthy thing..!” Those words were dripped in malice, anger from the pleasure you were providing for him when he had only wanted you to break for him. You had, but at what cost to his own pleasure. This grotesquely marvelous feeling he'd detested with his entire soul finally feeling as it should, like he needed it to feel as his hips pushed harder, the throb becoming nearly unbearable. He was there, the gooey warmth finally adding to the damp spot that had nearly dried and then some as it seeped slightly through the fabric, the white stickiness gently coating your lady lips as he continued to rub against you until your own climax hit you like a truck. With a groan of sorts, hands holding him into your chest while your body arched, you came undone against him and allowed your mind to fade as he pulled himself flat down against you with a sigh before darkness consumed you.

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Heikyoku The Tale of the Keike September 26th 2018

Once I walked into the theater my attention was immediately drawn to the stage, everything that was set up was so intriguing. Before the show started there was a woman who explained the story each time before a different piece was performed. On the pamphlet it explains the song and what the song title is and what that piece is about. For example, Gion Shoja (The Jetavana Temple Bell) - The famous lament that begins the tale of the downfall of the Heike (The house of Taira), whose dominance over Japan is challenged by the Genji (theMinamoto Clan). Th whole tale is basically about these two clans who are fighting to dominate and control Japan. Tsutomu Arao plays the biwa to tell is this tale, his performance was very unique and would like to see more performances like this. (I apologize again for the shaky video.)

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Mind!Swapped!Husk, who.....

Pairing: Husk x Fem!Reader

Tags: MDNI, Hazbin Hotel character, sexual experiencs, explicit descriptions, all characters are of age.

Request: Yes/No

Scenarios I may make a fic of if anyone wants it to be real!

Mind!Swapped Husk who groans when he wakes up in your bedding, the confusion of your sweet scent wafting around him before he rolled over in surprise as he hears his own voice scream at the top of its lungs from the next floor up.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who initially didn't care that your mind had been put into his body until he saw you letting Angel and Charlie scratch his ears, letting them tug his tail and call him cute.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who folds his hands over his chest and becomes annoyed by how your breast are in the way, squished upward as if he's trying to gain attention when he tells them to stop before they figured out what was going on.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who refuses to change clothes at first until you scold him for hygienic purposes, poking his own claw at your chest before forcing him to go to your room.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who's body is sensitive to the touch, who writhes in place when he tries to sit down comfortably, who tears your skirt so he can spread his legs comfortably. Who lays in his bed and allows his hands to wander across the frail skin of your bosom, wincing as the touch makes him jolt everytime in pleasure.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who gives in when you offer to clean him up, who nervously steps into your bathroom and covers the mirror with a blanket so he can get your body undressed. Who tells you to turn around even though it's your body.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who blushes like a school girl when you usher him into the shower, who smacks you as a woman would if they were being peeped at, who presses himself against the shower wall nervously as you enter, his body's wings fluttering as you turn on the water.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who covers your body from his own gaze, staring at the wall while you used your bright pink loaf to take care of yourself, babbling away about how he'd kept you in such pristine condition.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who gets pinned to the wall by his own body, his fur sticking to his feminine flesh as he allowed your voice to leave yourself, who basked in the blissful feeling of his body's barbed cock scraping his new body's inner walls at a hectic pace.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who begs for more, who babbles like a whore needily while slamming back into himself, you're happy to oblige as you tweak your nipple in his clawed hand, the others grip tight as ever on you hip as the wet sounds echoed off the walls.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who forces the both of you to experience that bliss nightly from now on until the two of you would change back. Who begged needily for you to let him into your room after that first and most wonderful interaction, who nearly broke your door as he pinned himself down.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who wakes up beside you, eyes flickering from your body and back to his own to see that both of you were back to normal. Who leans over your still sleeping figure to stir you awake and take you once again.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who buries his cock to the hilt into your half asleep figure, who draws a shriek of desire from you before properly thanking you with his kiss for your wonderful care, who spends hours inside your sloppy cunt to make sure you know he's grateful. Who breaks your mind as you did his as payback.

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Somethin' Stupid

Pairings: Husker x Fem!Sinner!Reader

Summary: You're the night shift, apparently the only shift for Husker that he cares for, even if you both sold your souls, you somehow warm his up.

Tags: MDNI, explicit language, explicit gore, assault (by others not Husker), vulgar topics, flashbacks, a musical number, fluff!!

Song name: Something Stupid ♬♬♬

Request: Yes/No

Word count: 5.6k

As the hotel came to its quiet stillness for the night, you emerged from your room, in your usual attire. Being a night worker, a creature of the darkness in your boss's words, one of the housekeepers as most would say during the day, it was a perfect time to get your work done, finding joy in bringing a building to a pristine shine in the crimson moonlight. However, one thing you never left your room without was your headphones. Having the easiest job in the hotel, it was annoying to listen to the aimless silence. So to tune that away, you'd engulf yourself in the wonders of music, being lucky enough on your first day of hell to get your hands on an old ipod filled to the brim with old songs from Earth instead of the vulgar profane ones from there in hell.

To you, without music in the world, it seemed void of all happiness. You listened to all kinds, Rap, Rock, Classical, Retro, Swing, Polka, Pop, Jazz, and so many others. But right now, you had seemed to be on a rather wholesome and sweet song kick. Finding an unspoken joy with the way the guitar would play with the violinists hunkering down with great precision to add the melody and bring you back to the softness of the tambourine. Though, most down here would find Sinatra to be too heavy with the sheer affection in his tone, the love that he felt for his family, his daughter, his life, his world.. It was comforting in the realm of depravity and anguish.

As your dainty hands pushed down your uniform, straightening the fabric of your skirt and apron as you neared a closet on the lobby floor containing many different types of cleaning supplies. You grabbed the mop and mop bucket, a bottle of Fizz-uloso, and a few rags from the greed ring that you tucked away into your apron for safe keeping before venturing to the bathroom to situate yourself and your products. You thoughtlessly yet automatically began to get your things together, flipping through your shuffled playlists in search of a song that would start off your night just right.

You settled on Frankie Valli, giggling as you exited the bathroom with your things in either hand, having tucked away your phone into your pocket as soon as the beat had started up. Even though you were in good spirits, a certain bartender was not in the best of moods, but who could have blamed the poor man? He was being forced to work off his debt by playing nice guy at a shitty hotel he had no desire to be at. The two of you had many big interactions as well as the common clumsy moments from you that he saved you from. Husker sat on his stool, opposite side to the lobby while waiting late for customers to wander in, clipboard on the bartop 'incase' some poor soul wanted to redeem themselves for some unruly reason, seven had for boarding up for the night. He doubted some fucked up Crackhead had any intention of becoming a better person, or a murderer for that matter. But he did secretly have hopes for the princess of hells bleeding heart, her kind nature was foreign to hell, the people down here truly not deserving of her hard work whatsoever.

The cat demons ears twitched, flexing while they rotated lightly to the sound of footsteps, initially believing they were from outside but finding comfort that it wasn't some random creature and merely the night crew like himself. He'd always been fond of seeing you around, especially when he'd be doing work for the radio demon, though you never spoke much and always seemed to be ignoring the world unless needed, he considered you good company for the fact you kept to yourself. He'd gotten to see your vulnerable side, when he'd try to think of anything about you the amount of memories that flooded in were almost overwhelming enough to make him drop the glasses hed be cleaning, for you never wanted a drink, nor would you partake in any activities during the day time, he knew that strawberries were something you detested, and the thought of building a garden had always crossed your mind when talking with Nifty. He'd only see you in the night, a translucent pale sinneress, a ghostly creature with only a singular repetitive mission everyday. Now, he'd greet you once or twice if you'd get close enough, always nodding acknowledgably, or perhaps asking how your night was by saying you looked tired due to how much you really slept, but you'd never respond because of that other world you'd submerge yourself in, in your mind. At first he considered it rudeness, or a smug attitude, but it really wasn't when he'd find you suddenly engulfed in a conversation with Sir Pentious or Niff, even if shes a creepy little thing, it seemed you were a rather patient and caring thing despite being down here. Apart from ignoring everything you were probably as nice if not 'nicer' then the princess herself, so gentle and sweet, traits that attracted the fucked up and deprived creeps to the bar so often. You never noticed them, the regulars that would check into the hotel for a few hours just to drink some good brain damage and gawk at you until they made a slip up that he'd have to correct and reprimand. There were many times unbeknownst to you that these lowly creatures would come in and talk about a beautiful demoness that worked here that they'd follow or seen and got some info about, loan sharks often slinking in claiming to have business just cause of your appearance and sweetness, and just as you'd come around the corner they'd make their moves. A cat caller was there the first night Alastor had ordered you to work, a short demon with a sizeable amount of power, though not enough to gain your attention when he'd speak. He had called out to you, calling you a curvy piece of ass as you had bent down to wring out your mophead after just dusting and wiping the pillars to a bleached white shine, your thigh guard peeked from below your skirt just barely. But what really set him off was when he called you over after your blissfully unaware form began to receed to the bathrooms to refill your bucket, he was only a few feet away from the bathroom door when Husk had him pinned onto the floor with a growl of annoyance and disgust. That customer was thrown out after a good thirty seconds of threats and a single slugger to the jaw. You had exited the bathroom with new water just to see some blood on the ground that you'd have to clean up, but thankfully you hadn't seen how it was made and that was good enough for Husk at the time until he learned of your many experiences watching the Radio demon at work.

The one after that was a taller, regal yet idiotic looking demon with a face resembling a mime but could still communicate verbally without the movement of its mouth. Illusion was his trick, appearing near the bar as he actually inched closer to you as you were on a small step ladder, a single leg popped out into the air as you leaned forward to reach the top of a shelf near the bar where Husk was cleaning at the counter. Mischievously the demon snapped one of the legs of the stool to get a rather risqué view of your underwear, your body went tumbling over to the side with a yelp as you tried to grab at the shelf for balance which resulted in bottles to fall aling with you. The warm embrace of fur and a soft grunt made your eyes pry open, finding yourself in the clutches of Husks claws.. They were digging into your plushy legs and the other at your ticklish side, much to the mimes anger at the time. You had given him a supressed noise of automatic laughter while wiggling in his hands to push at his chest, much to his amusement you began to giggle as he tried to put you down, claiming he was doing it on purpose due to his grip tightening at your hand which was gripping onto his tie for support. The mimes face shifted to one that had stared a silent scream at the two of you, a howl leaving it as it made an attempt to knock over the over liquor bottles that were on the wall before vanishing out the main entrance of the hotel with a high pitched screech.

The Demon that had actually had you in his clutches and out of the building was probably the second to last of them that had been hanging around. He was a loan shark, one of those, you owe me one kinda guys that took it to the extremes. With his fedora the guy sauntered in, directly to you, practically dragging you half way out of the hotel with you only blinking in inquiry as you followed behind, innocently watching his lips move but to no avail to you due to your earphones. You had seen Husk worked up but not to this extent at that time, and he had never been so surprised with himself. At that moment he had seen only a filter of red over his gaze, eyes blazing with hatred as he loomed over you and the male demon who turned with a shriek before pulling out a gun to aim at the Cat. Husks cards took easy care to destroy his opponents weapon, pouncing with wings spread full length before he tore the Loan sharks throat clean out of his neck with his fangs and slashed a gash the size of his tail through his body. By that time, all of you were outside, but his friends had been waiting for him so the commotion was seen by them and their gunfire retaliated at Husk. In the end, they were in a heaping mess scattered around. Charlie had walked out the next morning to dead bodies and flipped out on Alastor, who took the fall with grace and little care.

The last one, had made you the most uncomfortable out of the ones you'd remembered, or that Husk had seen you truly scared. He wouldnt have blamed you for it either.. You were such a fragile beauty in the dark pit that hell was. The guy was bulky, ripped to say the least and apparently blessed below the belt because even through your earbuds you could hear his disgusting advances for you and you'd turned off your music to politely decline him and shift over near the bar entrance to keep good distance, but because of how Featherlite you were, even with your curvaceous appearance you were easily tugged over to him by his big arms. "Come on, sweetie, don'tcha want a nice guy like me keepin' the creeps away?" You had never shaken your head so fast, your little body tugging away feverishly. He tried harder, noting how the both of you were alone for that moment, and that had urked you blindly to grip at the bar countertop to rip yourself from his grasp, he didnt like it. "Quit strugglin before I break something toots-" Because of the grip, he'd taken your hand with him, the flesh and bone ripping enough to invoke a groan from the injury and your voice to go from its usual sweet and kind to a fearful and desperate scream of agony. “HUSK!!!” It wouldn't have been the first time your body had been ripped up, but it always, always hurt like no other feeling. The burning sensation of your phantom limb no longer being in place made you tremble, legs shaking as the larger demon barked an insult to your frailness, "Fucking pathetic-"

Husk hadn't ran for someone in years, but your voice being so distraught and desperate made his instincts kick into overdrive and his drunken mind go sober instantly as he rounded the corner from the bathrooms to see you behind the counter backed into the bottles, “Sir, you can't be back here-” The tears that were streaming nervously down your face nearly stopped at seeing him, “Whiskers, there you are!!” eyes widening joyously before realizing that you were still pinned and reverting back to your scared expression, the water works upping yet again as the demon snagged your torn wrist to worsen your pain with a powerful tug forward. And that did it, his wings expanding to full mast as his body grew larger, and he entered his demonic form to the extent that his contract would allow, roaring loudly as he destroyed the bar area of the new hotel, its sleek new design now crumbled to piles of concrete, wood, and various liquids as well as blood. The disgusting pervert crawled out of the rubble somewhat fine, a hurt arm being held by his better one as he turned to stare into the demonic face of the bartender as you popped out from beneath the four legged man above you.

It was gruesome for you, but an eternity for Husker as he completely ruined that monster, pulling entrails out and body parts off with force so strong that it had made you nearly gag at the noises and mere sight of this unrecognizablesize of the bar cat youd came to liking so much. But you had to end it, even if you believed the bastard deserved it. To be, be torn from each joint, ripped from the bone to the soul that he had managed to keep from most over lords. Husks claws scratched and dug, his fangs tearing at his skull and piercing through the socket with that satisfying crunch. Covering yourself in blood as you tackled Husk off the unfortunate little bitch to try to calm him down as his mouth oozed blood and eyes burned with rage, you clung around his thick neck, burying your face in his chest fur while pleading loudly over his howls of rage. He only really stopped seething when you started crying for real, sobbing into his shoulder hard as you held your injured arm against his chest. He had remembered how it felt like a lasso had been wrapped around his mind to be pulled back onto the brink of sanity he had always been at. He shrunk down back to his normal form, wrapping his arm around you as he fell to the blood covered ground to catch his breath with you safely in his hold as footsteps echoed in the creaking silence. Charlie had screamed in horror at the bloodbath spreads across her new walls and began to cry into Vaggies shoulder as they emerged with Alastor to see what all the hullabaloo was about, the radio demon mended your wound while Husk held you in his lap, head on your shoulder heaving as you had stopped crying and the pain went into shock as the glowing black threads stitched you back together perfectly. But as you had tried to get up, Husk moved the two of you around the corner and to the hall so you could go and clean up in the bathroom as he went to the mens. That night had really sealed the deal for the former overlord when it came to you.

As you skipped around the corner, you caught glimpse of the big cat, seeing a nod from him as you found your way to the center of the lobby and dropped your bucket so-so onto the tile with a tiny wave back, watching as water splashed over the side from the force before you dipped and wrung out your mop. The squelch of the mop water was happily drowned out by your tunes, feet moving to the pace in which the music was set as your tentacle-like cleaning utensil glided across the floors. Even with how large the main floor was, it was easier to clean then it looked, your first round being finished by the time about six songs had skimmed by. Your mop found its way near the bartop, Michael Bublé blasting loud in your ears while you used a single hand to lift each barstool as you mopped beneath them, soon gliding with the click of your heels behind the counter you shifted around the big cat and his wings by ducking under them, sweetly and gently brushing them with your free hand and a giggle. You hadn't heard him ask you what your deal was, nor the growl of annoyance as he got up when you spun again and unknowingly dropped your device onto the ground with a light tac as you treaded off. Husks ear flicked again as you disappeared into the hall with your mop after you'd wrung it out again, his cat-like curiosity taking hold of his better judgment as he picked it up and took it back over to the bartop to set it down.

The screen lit as it was sat down, the music name scrolling over the screen as well as the names of the artists, the particular genre was an odd choice. But now he understood why you were constantly unaware of your surroundings as he slid up on the screen to unlock it, sliding down to reach the Bluetooth button so he could turn it off to see what would occur and to his delight, from the darkness of the hallway at the near end of it he heard a confused hum. With this in mind he clicked on the play button of the music icon on your home screen, slipped the phone under the bartop, and music began to ring about the lobby. 'Sha-boom, by The Chords? What a selection..' He concurred as your petite figure emerged from the dark of the hall with a nervous expression. "Uhm?-" Your voice, like always, dripping in an affectionate honey like tone as you scampered over to the bar where Husk made it clear he hadn't cared that she had attempted to gain his attention. 'Let's see how you like it, hm?'

"Husk, where did my phone go?" You inquired, hands reaching behind the thick strands of your hair that hid your headphones so that you could take them out. The music continued, the end of the song coming up as you shifted to look around the countertop and under barstools, a bit around the bars area as well before you attempted to come round the back of it again, only to have Husk stop you with the loud clink of a glass on the solid surface of the counter. It was full of a brownish bourbon, ice clicking together as he reached under the counter to pull out a small, yet big cherry that he dropped in the top with his usual scowl. "Sit down." He grumbled as he watched your obedience slide up and onto a stool with a nervous noise of discomfort. "What's up with these?" He huffed out as he pulled out one of his clawed hands that was tightly closed, unfurling it to show the headphones you'd taken out just moments ago. You blinked, looking to your hand with a surprised but also rather impressed expression, "I- I like to listen to music? Uh- Excessively?" You stated, more like questioned, a tad bit confused by the sudden interrogation. "On full blast? How the hell do you get anything done when you can't hear shit around you?" He huffed, dropping the little items on the ground as the sweet voice of Missus Fitzgerald began to scat herself into song. "Well it's easier when I tune everyone out, I truly don't like interacting with sinners.. So uh, I just turn up the volume and submerge myself?" You began to shrink into yourself as you explained what was going on, simply trying to end the conversation so you could go back to your little world of musicals and dancing at random.

"And if someone were to attack you while this is happening again? The hotel is always open, it's always available for said sinners to enter, what if a serial killer fond of little ladies like yourself ends up wandering in with an adrenaline rush like the last few fucked up dickheads?" His paw slammed on the top of the bar, making you jump slightly and look down with a blush of embarrassment at his skepticism and truth. "Well, I-" He cut you off, seeing how you'd drawled out your words in thought, "Well what? You keep it low enough to hear? Bullshit, I asked you what your deal was a bit ago and you were ignoring me-" You blushed harder, your pearly white skin turning bright pink now as you tried to speak up cause you felt your reason valid to your little situation. "You know what? No, I definitely need to know that actual reason because, however stupid this shit is, I'm gonna end up drinking because of you dipshits." He picked up the drink he'd offered you, taking a swig of it with a straight face, like he'd just drank water when you knew it had to be strong just by the damn smell. "I listen to it loudly because I know I'm safe!" Was your discreet and polite way of speaking, making Husk scoff into the glass as he slammed it down with a clunk. "You're safe? Yeah, about thirty seconds is all someone needs before your ass is on the floor half naked and being taken advantage of before someone else comes out because the commotion is just barely too loud." You gasped and covered your ears with a shriek, head shaking as you began to speak rapidly and more explainitory. "No no no no, Jesus, fuck- No!!" You gasped, burying your head into your little hands with a noise of embarrassment at his miss of what you meant. "God, I mean't that you're out here every night!" He expression faltered, eyebrow raising slightly as he took a swig again, apparently at the reaction you'd had to his bluntness. "And - And since‐ Since you're always watching me while you keep up with who wanders in and out, I assume that you'll spring into action if a danger comes by.." You muffled your words into your hands, a soft noise of embarrassment earning you a scoff yet again from the big winged cat. "Oh, come on, Husk -" You were already embarrassed, his additional noise making it worse than even before he cut you off, "Nah, listen to me. Yes, yes.. I'd help you out in a cinch like that, doll. I always will, but I can't always be there to help-" You butted in with an, "I know-" But he shoved the bourbon into your hands and that hushed you as the liquid sloshed and splattered onto your apron with a strong stinging smell that made you squint a wince out a noise of discomfort "And since I can't always be there to help that means you gotta take care of yourself. So, no more headphones while working. As grotesquely fucking wholesome as your music is, you can play it down here when your here out loud and work.." Your eyes lit up as you subconsciously brought your glass to your lips, sipping at it only to go bug-eyed and cough harshly while setting it down, much to his delight of finally coaxing you to partake in his indulging you in his drinks of fancy. He smiled at your fit of gagging, eyes narrowing knowingly now as he revealed your device to place it on the bar again, but smacked your hand as you went to take both it and your headphones.

So, things went as so. You'd wake around midnight and bring your things out, hesitantly leaving your earphones behind each time as you'd lock your door behind you, then get your cleaning supplies, set up your music whatever genre it may be, get a load of rude-teasing from the bartender, and then start from the bottom up like usual. But through this different change, you noticed that Husk was much more talkative during the night then during the day, mentioning he'd barely talk this much even to Nifty when you'd make your little sweet observations. He'd always greet you, albeit in a moody tone, but nonetheless. He'd see if you'd like a drink half way through your cleaning when you would have to come back down for a refill of supplies or had to run out and back in from the store to get more things, and at the end of your shifts and his, he'd even started walking you back to your room since his was a few floors higher for his hermit-like type of living.

It was all rather refreshing, if you'd say so yourself. Learning that he had been doing most of this the whole time you'd been working here, apart from the walking to your room with you and you had been ignoring it all. So much kindness from a source you would never have thought could be that way since you had sold your soul for your happiness to remain in any situation. At this point you had throughly enjoyed being in his company, finding yourself looking forward to not only cleaning the hotel but getting to chat up the ol' drunk kitty cat who didn't mind your frazzled repetitive music tastes. Even gone as far as to wonder what he'd sound like while singing with you due to hearing him hum along to your same songs you'd listen to on repeat. So deep.. Perhaps a baritone?

You smiled softly as you skipped down the hall with your things in hand, sliding your bucket into the middle of the lobby as you tossed the mophead into it to soak for a moment before you got to work. Approaching the bar countertop, you got your phone out and pulled up the very first playlist you had been listening to when you'd left your headphones in your room and placed your device on the surface full blast, much to Husks distaste. "What's up with you and this? It's like your trying to not so subtly hint at having a kink for soft lovey dovey shit." His way of putting it always made you cringe, 'Why does he have to put it that way..? These were the songs he'd hum to so often..' You sighed inwardly to yourself, slowly wringing the mophead into your bucket as Ella's voice rang for the umpteenth time throughout the main entrance before slapping it down to get to work.

The BarCats eyes narrowed at your ignoring of him, he wasn't upset, nor did he dislike the music. You just played it so fuckin much that he knew all the words to these ancient songs, the tunes, pitches, and tempos. He rolled his eyes when you got to work, almost instantly humming away while mopping and spinning about the floor. You'd gotten so comfortable with his gaze, so carefree when he was around, more so when you both were alone like this and he truly liked this side of you. The glass that he was cleaning with a semi-dirty rag sat on the counter with a light tap as his claw double clicked on your phone screen so he could get into your music app to look through the songs on this playlist. 'Seriously?' He huffed in his mind, 'Would he?'. What kind of a playlist name was that? He shucked his belittling thoughts away and scrolled through them, noting how they were placed in and what days they had been added. "Hey," He barked, eyes still on the device below him as you hummed in response. "Why is this playlist so sappy?" He asked again, toning down his phrasing so that he could get an answer.

You hummed again, twirling and swirling around until you got near the bar counter again to answer. "I like these songs together? It's a lovely ambiance, don't you think? A wonderful feeling that spreads into to make you all warm and fuzzy?" You were chipper, unfazed by his scowl of disbelief. "You actually like this?? Cause I find it hard to believe." You rolled your eyes, Marvin Gaye taking hold of the atmosphere of the lobby which made you immediately start swaying along with the music and lip syncing to the words with a wide shit eating grin on your face. "Yep, it seems like you really do.." He groaned, a clawed paw running down his face as the song continued, ending in your attempt to sing the beginning of Paul's Ankas hit single while pointing at the bartender.

"That was trash-" He scoffed as you stopped half way and kept mopping, watching as your offended figure spun around, skirt fluttering with a graceful anger as your heel clicked the ground in a light sounding smack. "I'd like to see you sing one of these song then, they're hard when you don't have the vocals, huh?" You puffed your cheeks out, obviously joking, you loved to sing this way to throw people off. You really had a wonderful voice, merely shy to sing with your heart in front of others. But the stolen shit eating grin you'd had was now on his toothy smirk, tapping on a song that you hadn't heard in a while. Husk walked around the bar and over to you, starting off Frank Sinatras duet that he had made with his daughter before he had passed on.

"I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me. And if we go someplace to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me.."

His hand reached out and took yours, making you stop your work to look at him with wide eyes, you were right. Baritone..♡

"And afterwards we'd stop into a tiny place and have a drink or two," The hand he'd used to grab your own, brought it above your head and spun you, sliding behind you to the other side before letting go to move closer to your side so he could sing again, hands and arms wrapping around you in a surprisingly warm hug as he sang further, enchanting you to listen more.

"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid, like I love you.." He swooned into your ear, teasing as you stiffened and yelped when he took hold of your hands to spin you around to face him, leading you to the music with ease because of your dumbfoundment. You piped in, quieter than him but still there, singing along with him as his moves became looser and more fluent, fun, and improvised yet rather precise. Your skirt fluttered as you were spun with grace, heels soft as they tapped the floor along with his feet. He seemed more than content, loving almost as he dipped you to where his nose brushed against yours, whiskers twitching against his muzzle as he grinned with your bashful smile.

"I practice everyday to find some coverlines to say to make the meaning come true, but then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you." You sang along, a bit louder but not expecting him to go quiet for that moment. "The time is right, your perfume fills my head; the stars get red and oh the nights so blue~" He added, watching your face turn red with a chuckle as he spun you yet again, guiding you through the main entrance and in circles. His wings we're flexing, flapping delightedly at this situation and spreading enough to attempt enticing you.

"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like, I love you..~" You never thought his tone could have deepened, but it did, coaxing you closer in awe with your lips parted ever so slightly. "I love you.." You sang back, "I love you..." He sang, only slower this time, leaning down with slowly flattening ears and half lidded eyes, "I love you..♡" The gap was sealed, but only for a moment before the sound of clapping came from beside you. The two of you disconnected almost instantly. "BRAVO!" A voice, filtered harshly with static spoke aloud, hands softly slapping together as he walked in with a smile like the man always did. "Quite the performance, you two, quite a performance. That was a rather enthralling exchange. Just wait until Charlie hears the glorious news that her worthless hotel is working!" He babbled away proudly, the warbling ghostlike laughter of his shadow singing in the background as it circled the two of your own shadows. Your hand had smacked over your mouth at the distance Husk had so boldly closed with his furry lips, he seemed unfazed yet still agitated by your boss's appearance.

"Jesus fuck- Wow, Al, I didn't see you there!" You giggled out with a shocked yelp after placing a hand over your chest in surprise.

"Now my dear, that's no way for a lady to speak." He tutted, microphone shifting in his hand to gently tap the top of your head in warning as Husk rolled his eyes in annoyance before pulling you back over and behind him so the two of you could get back to work, how you adore this silly demon kitty.

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Mind!Swapped!Alastor, who....

Pairings: Alastor x Reader

Tags: MDNI, smut plot, dub con!

Word count: 887

Request: Yes/No

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who stirs to the sound of his door being hammered on, who's face peeks over the soft blue sea of fabric to see his door swing open from the comforting space. Who basks in the soft warmth of the light as a shadow hurriedly covered him in darkness, his own smiling face hovering over his body while speaking rapidly, worry noticeable on his brow as the words came in and out of audible, so quick his ears couldn't understand at first in his haze.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who shoots up suddenly after he rolled back over onto his side, his newly felt long strands of hair tickling his nose until he cracked them open once again. Who frantically grabs at himself in a perplexed mental attack of weakness, who jolts when you touch his uncovered feminine flesh and pushes his body off the bed with a girlish scream.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who threatens absolute carnage upon you if you do not keep your mouth shut for the entire day. Who claims he'll tear your soul into bite sized pieces until you can hear not move an inch so he can feast upon your organs to make sure you die again remembering nothing.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who forces you to change his vulgar revealing feminine clothes with his own power, who only allows his shadow to cautiously and accurately switch his attire.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who doesn't leave your side, his brain being fogged by not only the need for his powerful presence to protect him in this weak state, but by the attraction to himself he felt through your body. Who clings to his own arm breathlessly, who gains attention from the others to the change in both of your behaviors.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who cannot rest alone. Who shudders at the thought of being in a restless solitude without his pocketed dimensional room and without his strong present static, who rushes through the halls in your lacey white translucent night clothes to his door to open it… Only to find himself on his armchair by the fire place, his body's clothes disheveled and face stained with a red tint as his clawed hand ruffled lightly within his pants.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who grinds his flat herbivore-like teeth at the wet feeling coating himself between his fair thighs, the womanly throbbing from his dainty petals as he pulls the front of your white camie down to cover himself and the growing wetness that he has little control over. “What do you think your doing?!” His voice would seeth, the threat coming out helplessly as a whine of embarrassment due to your girlish voice being so soft.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who gawks in pure horror at his newly developed position upside down, who writhes with cute little noises of protest as black tendrils loop around his now frail and soft form, his embarrassed tear filled eyes batting its lashes rapidly as he made eye contact with you in his body. Who watches helplessly as your hand untucks himself from his pants at a painfully slow pace, claws raking drawled out strokes across the taut strained skin as it pulsed.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who screams to the holy being who sent him to this foul place for mercy, your lips allowing the words of a subconscious pleading bitch to release as the feeling of his demonic presence rumbled throughout your trembling form in powerful thrusts of his tentacles. Who cursed you for hours before succumbing to your body's desires for his bloodthirsty feral fucking.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who quakes in his eighth orgasm finally hitting the sweetest spot inside you, voice hoarse and desperate for something other then a tentacle inside. “Dearest…” He'd moan to you, your hand still lazily stroking over his half hardened cock before the shadowy appendages pulled him over to you. His ever present smile still boring strain as you made his magic lower your body onto his lap. “Beg some more, it's so fucking hot-” You'd tell him, clawed hand gripping your chin harshly to make him listen. Oh how he trembled.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who cumdrunkenly begs for more of his own seed to fill your tight little holes. Who gurgles hushed moans onto his cock as you facefuck him into the wall, humming hard against his length as it continued to split thick white globs down your pipes until you made him choke. Who reveled in the sound of his voice calling to him, “Such a good girl..” he was for this moment.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who wakes sticky and damp with you on his lap shivering uncontrollably with your thighs locked around his hips. Who's static grows until he feels your cunt tighten around his soft cock, helping it to harden as you blubbered against his chest in pain from the soreness.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who uses you as nothing but a weak and pathetic little fleshlight for days after your incident. Who punishes you so sweetly that your mind bends into itself and snaps at its base. Who fucks you so good that the only word you remember to say is his name and not a damn thing else. “Oh, don't think that I won't remember this..”

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