Number One Guardian

Comes back later to find his soul mate curled up in his bed. He walked over quietly, stripping out of his bloody uniform and clothes before climbing in behind the teen.

                    "Congratulations on your marriage, your Nation thanks you."

PLOT IDEA: Nearly one hundred years ago an invisible murderer swept across the nation killing all those in its wake. It cared not of your skin, gender or age it’s only cared to burn your body from the inside out. It was a plague that snatched children from parent’s tight holds and lovers from firmly clasped hands with no remorse. It took ten years for the virus to run its course and die out before the nation could rebuild the number that they once had before the plague came. To ensure that they would become the once prosperous nation they once were the remaining leaders created a set of new laws that bind their citizens to bettering the entire nation.

When each citizen reaches the prime age of eighteen they are contracted in marriage to another individual who will heritability benefit the growth of the country. The female’s after being paired would travel on Contract Day to their husband’s birth city to live with him in a home that was provide to the couple by the government. The male’s would stay in their birth city but, move out of their parent’s home and into a home that was provided to them. In some cases, the couple was transported to another state where they were more needed.

Each couple would then produce at least four children and if they were to produce more the government would compensate them for their bountifulness. If a couple could not produce the quota, they were subjected to punishment by the government. This punishment varied from each person but, they were typically never heard from again. If a spouse dies, a new one would be assign to the widow and the family would be relocated, if their quota has not already been met. It was rare but, not unheard of for such a thing to happen. 

… to yours grinding up against my muse

… to yours moaning my muse’s name

… to yours stripping off

… to yours sexting my muse

… to yours giving my muse a strip tease

… to yours giving my muse a lap dance

… to yours being drenched whilst wearing white

… to yours leaping into my muse’s arms

… to yours confessing a fetish

… to yours pinning my muse against a wall

… to yours trying to turn my muse on

… to yours successfully turning my muse on

… to yours turning my muse off

… to yours tying up my muse

… to yours spanking my muse

… to yours having some “private time” and mine accidentally walking in

… to yours having a “friend” over and mine accidentally interrupting

… to yours flashing my muse

… to yours having a wet dream and calling my muse’s name during it

… to yours bending over seductively to pick something up for my muse

… to yours leaving hickeys on my muse’s neck

… to yours trying to play footsie with mine during a meeting

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She flinched at his tone and looked down at her feet, uncertain as to what to say. Ichigo worked as many hours as she could while still sleeping long enough not to go crazy and to be able to get from this large, spacious house to the small clinic where she still lived with her parents as she liked being close to them and her younger sisters.

Besides living by yourself was incredibly expensive and she simply didn’t make enough (beyond what she willingly gave to help her mother) to live anywhere closer to where she worked than her parents’ home/clinic where her father worked at anyways.

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“… Turn? Pit… No… No! I refuse!” Her wings, which were a lovely shade of pale gold, appeared on her back as she tried to flee from the room, rushing towards the door, murmuring a spell that would unlock it if it was locked…

Unfortunately when she reached it, the door was still locked. Frustration and terror at being trapped with one of the Fallen… and if her instincts were correct he was the First… He whose name would not be spoken… “No… Please… You… You can’t be… Him? You who once shone brightest, yet fell fast when Father would not give you what you wanted…”

In frustration she tried to blast the door down, to try and get away from his dark, cloying presence. However the magic that she had used, while wholly ineffective for what she wanted, when leaving her, caused her to fall to the floor, the darkness of the area and her dip in strength taking more out of her than Ichigo had ever expected it would.

A wide smirk formed his lips as he took a few heavy steps towards her form, echoing in the stone walls surrounding them. A deep darkness radiated from him, shadows always following his footsteps.

"— Such a merry creature you are, mein Engel. And you are not mistaken in that answer”

He knelt next to her form, hands reaching those light feathered wings forming from her back, he traced them with an hind of sadness, or more of a longing. Yes he still had his wings, but they did not shine brightly anymore.

She had always had a gender. This one. It seemed to be tied to the fact that she could more easily stand Darkness than those of her age group, something that her superiors had never explained.

Something warm flashed through her body and her eyes closed partially as his (surprisingly warm) hands touched her wings. She whimpered a little and tried to get away, forgetting that she had already pressed herself up against the door and could not move any further.

The teen mumbled something in his sleep, curling around the warm touch.

He watched the teen sleep for a little while longer before carefully rising from the bed so he didn’t wake Ichigo, kissing him one last time on the forehead and leaving to get ready for his next assignment.

"No! P-please! I-I’ll do almost anything! J-just please… Do-don’t do any-anything to them!" Ichigo begged, eyes widening and full of fear and desperation.

rping something does not mean rpers are romanticizing the topic.

rping something does not mean rpers are romanticizing the topic.

rping something does not mean rpers are romanticizing the topic.