For the first time in her life, Miko opened up to someone. Thankfully, showing Ei that level of trust was precisely what they both needed to go beyond thinking their encounter would end after just one lustful night together.
That precise moment of her hugging Ei from behind was one Miko would never forget.
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"Forgive me if I'm missing the queues here, but I just want to confirm I understand things correctly," Topaz said confidently, which made Eve smile. "You've been flirting with me, right?"
Eve giggled but nodded.
"And now you're saying you want us to get out of here together?" Topaz couldn't help but sound hopeful.
Instead of answering her, Eve kissed her, making Topaz moan.
"Is that enough of an answer, darling?" Eve asked her with a smirk.
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Before the emptiness of death fully embraced her, Kafka felt someone get close to her. Doing her best to see who it was as she lost consciousness; all she could make out was a blurred figure kneeling before her.
"Your time is not yet to come. The emptiness seeking you out, it will not find you."
At the sound of the soothing voice, Kafka finally fainted.
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Something about Penacony bothered Jade. Perhaps it was the concept of living within a dream, where it was easy to pretend to be something you were not. Usually, she would never come to a place like thisâthe distortion of what was a dream and what was real displeased her. Hence, she tended to leave missions like these to other members of the IPC. This time, though, things were different.
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"My love," Black Swan said, and this made Acheron look at her. âWe will see each other again. I promise you," she vowed, taking a card and giving it to Acheron.
"The Lovers," Acheron whispered as she looked at the card.
"It means that the reunion we seek is possible, but it also emphasizes the importance of making conscious choices and following our heart's true desires," Black Swan explained to her.
Acheron smiled at this.
"Truly?"
Black Swan nodded.
"If we want it to."
"I want it to," Acheron kissed her. "My one ray of sunlight amidst the dark sea of Nihility."
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The brain-rot for #acheswan is strong, so hereâs a fanfic I just started. It will be a compilation of one-shots set in the same universe as my #kafhime series.
Fic is rated M.
Story Summary
The temptation to get close to her and taste her memories was too great for Black Swan to ignore.
Besides, it would just be one dance.
"I've never danced before, or if I did, I can't say I remember anymore," Acheron said.
"Just follow my lead," Black Swan purred, stepping closer and grabbing Acheron's hand. "Feel the music and let yourself go as you listen to it."
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Ei had never been naive enough not to realize when people lusted after her. She had found it vexatious most times, annoying even. After all, what could a mere mortal offer her?
But, as much as it pained her to admit it, Makoto had been right when she said there were always exceptions to rules. Because for the first time in her life, Ei was intrigued by someone.
"A kitsune," she whispered.
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Fic is rated M due to descriptions of violence and future sexy times haha.
Ningguang looked at Beidou, who was staring at her in a way she hadn't before. All her loudness, self-confidence, and bravery seemed to be gone entirelyâ as if she was waiting, hoping for Ningguang to do something.
And the one thing Ningguang promised herself never to do was disappoint Beidou.
"Ningguang," Beidou whispered.
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"Okay, last picture," Miko said. "We need to do something special for it," she added.
"Like what?" Ei asked.
Miko quickly pondered the question.
"I have an idea. You stand next to me and then look at the camera. I'll get closer to you," Miko whispered as she moved nearer, their bodies touching.
As she heard the timer countdown to one, Ei tried to keep her gaze on the camera as Miko told her to. Yet, just having Miko this close to her was making her feel nervous in a good way. And, unable to keep her eyes away from the woman beside her, Ei looked her way.
Flash, flash.
The moment she did, Ei felt her heart beating faster as she realized how perfect they looked together.
How flawlessly and easy it was for her to let her guard down around Yae Miko.
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Servant Two never had much of a choice regarding the course of his life. From the moment he was able to serve, he served. Freedom was a forbidden word, discouraged from all of the Emperorâs Hands. In return, the Emperor gave them powerâthe privilege to be His voice among all His subjects. Their words, in turn, became the Emperorâs word. And in the Empire, that meant power.
Yet the Servants were not foolish to think that power was enough to intimidate everyone in the Empire.
There were some Sith who believed they could do better than the Servants. They thought, in their naivety, that the Emperorâs inner circle worked similarly to their silly power struggles.
They all learned their lesson when the Servants were done with them.
Yet there was one exception: one person, a Sith whom the Emperor forbade to dispose of.
As Servant Two kept a close eye on the Emperorâs chosen, the Emperorâs Wrath, he failed to see what was so special about this Sith.
Why was it that his Emperor chose this Sith above everyone else?
Servant Two knew that even thinking this went against his vow. Their duty was to follow orders. The word of the Emperor was law. His wisdom was beyond the realm of understanding. As much as Servant Two wanted to understand, he knew he would never be able to grasp fully what his Emperor deemed or didnât deem worthy.
Yet why did his heart ache every time he met with the Emperorâs Wrath? Why did he feel disheartened each time he tried to speak to the Emperor and was met with silence instead? His gaze, which fell on him so long agoâ felt so out of range, as if his God was no longer in this realm.
Yet that couldnât be, could it? He wouldnât abandon them.
Right?
Servant Two was terrified of the answer. Because just even questioning his Emperorâs presence meant he doubted His power.
Yet it was too late for him. This existence was the only thing he had ever known. It was the only way he could think of surviving.
But could devotion, adoration, and loyalty be enough to hide the truth?
They were still following the orders of a God that was no longer there.
âWe live to serve Him,â Servant One told him as if that was enough to eliminate all his fears and doubts. âWe must keep his voice alive.â
What is there left to keep alive? he thought.
But rather than saying this, he kept following orders. He kept whispering in the Servantsâ minds empty promises and broken vows.
He watched from the shadows as the Emperorâs Wrath stopped following the Emperorâs voice. They knew his ambition would be unstoppable. That his lust for power was unlike any other Servant Two had ever seen.
Yet they believed they could control him. Use him just like they did in the past to eliminate Darth Baras.
They had been wrong. Servant One returned with bruises and a wounded ego after almost being choked to death. With their spy robots destroyed and the Dark Councilâs betrayal imminentâ it was only now that they realized how weak the Emperorâs Hand had become due to His silence.
They were hunted down and destroyed by those who first sought them to further their selfish agendas. By those who were now in positions of power thanks to their influence and intervention.
Yet there wasnât much they could do. Not with the Emperor gone. After all, their power came from Him. And without Him, they were nothing.
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My Kafhime "If You Could Be a Constellation" Universe Fics in Order
After the list of my favorite Kafhime fics got tons of attention and love, I decided to make another list with my own Kafhime Universe fics.
Make sure you give it a read! I spent a lot of time reading up lore to make it as close to canon as I could :)
The series is rated Mature.
Chromatica
Freedom was a word Kafka thought she knew well. After all, everything was permitted as long as she performed her duties. It sounded binding, but comparing it to the rest of the people on Pteruges-Vâ Kafka was allowed to do more than what they did.Â
Then again, could that be called freedom?Â
It bothered Kafka more than what it should.Â
But what else was she supposed to do? What else was out there apart from being a Devil Hunter?Â
Something's Wrong With Stelle
"Kafka," Stelle whispered with a smile. "You're here."Â
"Of course I am, my little Trailblazer," Kafka said softly.Â
"Kafka," March huffed, her reaction making Kafka smile.Â
"It's a pleasure to see you too," Kafka teased her.Â
Stelle tried to chuckle at the interaction, coughing instead because of the illness.Â
As she did, she saw both Kafka and Himeko take a step towards her.Â
The sight made her heart flutter.Â
Roses from the South
Extravagant. Flamboyant. Over the top. Profligate to the point of it having been planned that way-- while Himeko had expected The Familyâs annual Harmony Banquet to spare no expense, this felt a little too over the top.Â
When she accepted their invitation out of curiosity and fascination, Himeko had been prepared to spend the evening explaining to fellow guests and The Family about the Astral Express and its mission.Â
Instead, she was flabbergasted when she arrived at the Banquet and realized that the event had a theme attached to it. Â
A masquerade.
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Kafka had never felt as sickened as she did. The fear was taking hold of her, making her do and say the wrong things. She wasnât acting rationally. After all, the best they could do was run away and try to form another plan.Â
But not at the expense of Stelle.Â
Not at the cost of her daughterâs life.Â
She had given her away once; she would not do it again.Â