#shit drabble

"Don't whatever me, alright?"  Mun shakes her head, clicking up the volume of her music. Everything was awful, everything bad bad bad. Yusuke sighs into her pillow, snuggling down further into their side of the couch.

"You suck."

"I'm not listening to you boo." More sighs, more moving and shuffling. Johnny walks through the door. He surveys the scene, hardly taking it all in before he's walking over to Mun and picking her up. She wiggles in his arms as he holds her against his chest. He sits down on the couch, scratching her head.

"What's wrong, itty-bit?" Yusuke giggles and turns to smile at Johnny.

"Mun's mad."

" 'Bout what?"

"I dunno. She's blasting Deadmau5."

"Oh she must be real mad then, huh?" Yusuke giggles again, scooting over from their corner to sit next to Johnny. Mun closes her eyes, concentrating on sleeping. He looks down at her.

summary: Sherlock finds a baby kaiju and wants to keep it. Joan doesn't.

Child: I'll write our characters raising a child.

OOC; this turned out a bit... angsty.

set to the 7th(ish) day of the GMG in Levy's sight.

Catastrophe ruled Crocus, and both Lisanna and Lucy were one of the only survivors left along the capital's population, struggling to find any other live citizens or maybe even those from their guild who managed to live after fighting and protecting the others. It was an horrid sight that could make any heart tremble in horror and despair, let alone those who had lost most of their family in the fighting stance. As both of the girls managed to unite, they searched for hours upon hours for any living soul upon this hell. 

Suddenly, they both came to a crying that of a young child.

"Look at him, he's just adorable!" Lisanna chimed as Lucy held the little infant in her arms, caressing his head gently as his little eyes stared at both of the females that were smiling at him. It was like he was their ray of hope in this retched place. "Such a little fighter, I can't believe he managed to survive in this." The takeover mage bawled as her finger hovered above a trail of blood that came from a small wound he had on his cheek. He was so tiny and helpless, with no one to take care of him. They just kept looking at him in silence for a few more moments.

"We can't leave him all alone." Lucy suddenly stated, a determined tone clear in her voice. "We have to take him with us. If we ever get out of here, we have to take care of him."

It was obvious for Lisanna that they would take him, yet who would take care of him, and how? None of the youths knew how to take care of child, especially a baby that fragile and young. "But who would-- "Both of us." Lucy glanced at the snowy haired mage with a smile on her face. "We both found him, and neither of us can handle him by herself."

Lisanna fell to her knees, tears starting to run down her face. The mere thought of raising a child made her filled with joy. Being able to parent an orphaned child, being a mother to a boy who was almost left by himself. He could even have two mothers now! "I--I love this idea." She sobbed as her arms wrapped on Lucy's shoulders, eyes still staring with a large smile at the confused baby. "So how would we name him?" the takeover mage questioned, as if the little kid made her forget about what was happening around them. Lucy gazed at the ruins around them for a few moments, recalling each and every one of their friends from the guild, and setting thought of a certain hero that they both will never forget.

(Here goes~! Bwahaha <3333 This takes place after the two had gotten to know one another.)The day was a lovely one. There were not so many days like this in Inaba with the sky a crystal blue and the sun reflecting on whatever surface it could, illuminating everything with it's bright tendrils. Today also happened to be the day they saw each other once more.Sasume, her admirer. To be honest she could never understand where the attraction came from in the first place but... as their reactions became frequent the American girl came to really value his company. Those brick walls were still up though, old habits hard to break.Though, that all seemed to dissipate when he had gone away for a while. Henrietta had seen him on a regular basis up until that point and the dry spell had effected her in ways she had no clue it could. Damn... she missed him a lot.But here he was on the floodplane right in front of her.

Angels didn't have souls. He was what his vessel had later compared him to: a comet. Castiel was a mass of white-hot energy. He did not have a soul. He didn't know emotions or doubt, he didn't know what it meant to love or to breathe. He only knew how to fight. He understood loyalty, and he mistook that for love. He would express how he loved his Father, how he'd so diligently fought for what He wanted. But he never once said or thought that God loved him. That wasn't what God did for his children- not the Angels, at least. He never stated that he loved his heaven-tied children, just that they were his army, his servants.

Castiel didn't mind. God was not in existence to love Angels, it was the other way around. God loved Earth and humans, but not Angels. That's just how it always had been.

But then He commanded Castiel to go into the depths of Hell and pull out the righteous man. He told his most loyal, most obedient son, to go through agonizing pain. For a human. God knew that, had he asked any of his other children, they would have questioned him. They would have asked why under their breaths, they would have become curious. But not Castiel Never Castiel.

So he went. He ravaged through layer after layer of brimstone and burned souls. He ripped apart a thousand hell hounds to reach this one man, this one important man.

And this man, this one alcoholic, violent, hurt, wounded, broken, righteous man, gave Castiel a soul. He showed him humanity. He showed him love and friendship, and family. He showed him liquor stores and porn. He showed him how to live.