#pleasedon'tkillme

we keep this love in a photograph | soukoku & aya | slave au

It’s over far too soon; Dazai lies in Chuuya’s arms, tears in his eyes at the strange yet familiar discomfort of it all. He still feels pleasantly sore, hismuscles thrumming with the remembered pleasure, and he still aches for more. 

With Chuuya’s eyes shut, Dazai’s free to stare as he sleeps, long eyelashes brushing the curve of his cheek. The pale skin, the faintest dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. The way the hair at the crown of his head falls in an untidy and entirely familiar whorl.

“I have something I need to show you.” Dazai fumbles in the pocket of his coat, the only item of clothing that’s flung over the chest of drawers and not hanging from a light fixture somewhere.

Chuuya mumbles a sleepy reply, but stirs from underneath the warm cocoon of blankets, and blinks an eye open.

Dazai finally finds what he’s looking for. It’s a photo, the only one he has of Aya. He’d taken it a few months back, and the corners are already worn. He’d caught Aya mid-laugh as she’d splashed in the tiny bathtub like a baby mermaid, her curls plastered wetly to her face.

Dazai gives it to him. His fingers, he notice, are shaking. Chuuya takes it. His eyes widen, the sleep falling off him like a blanket to the floor. 

He sees it, too then. But then again, anyone with two eyes could see the uncanny resemblance between father and daughter.

“She’s —-”

“My.” Dazai swallows, corrects himself. “Our daughter. She’s Aya. She’s just turned two. Her birthday was last week.”

Gently, gently, Chuuya holds the picture in his hands. His eyes are glistening wetly. 

“Flight 893′s Cutest Passenger”

“It’s a Sign” by @iwritevictuuri had me so hooked that i have finally attempted to draw. Again, ATTEMPT to draw. :D

Thank you for sharing your story LittleLostStar-san :D

* points to Jetch * my old man

* points to Braska * dad

and finally

* points to Auron * Daddy.

They are all in the living room.

Nightshade: Guys.

Bubbles, Diana, Taint; Dean: Yes?

Nightshade: I was thinking that if Eve from the Bible was made from one of Adam's ribs, and fashioned into form by God, wouldn't that mean-

Taint: Please don't say it.

Dean: Mean what?????

Diana: *Catches onto what Nightshade's saying.*

Bubbles: Don't you dare say it.

Nightshade:-that God and Adam technically Eve's parents and Adam and Eve being a couple count as parent-child incest????

Taint:....

Dean:....

Bubbles:....

Diana: .... She has a point.

Dean: I don't know....

Taint: I'm going to just leave....

Bubbles:..... Excuse me, I need to go question my life now.