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Drabble on Senkuu´s hair

Anyways I saw @nayu-nayu ´s analysis on Senkuu´s friendships and I began to think about how Senkuu´s hair is just, too weird lmao. But I think that phrase of “hairstyles make the maximum impact” was also meant for him.  I mean, why would you go with the bok choy/leek/onion hairstyle if not to make an impact?  So of course I used my time efficiently to write a drabble of Gen watching Senkuu style his hair first thing in the morning.

It was a rare view for Gen. But it was exactly because it was rare that he fought off his drozzines to keep on watching. 

The person who was silently sitting besides him had the few first rays of day bathing him in a warm light. Making his factions stand out more. The skinny fair body, half naked, as he had only started to dress. The red eyes softly gleaming. And the dirty blond hair was half on his shoulders, half up. 

His Senkuu wasn´t dumb enough to think the sudden change in his breathing pattern meant Gen was still asleep. 

"Sorry, woke you up?" He said passing his hand through his hair. 

"Nope" he purred using his elbow as support for his head.

"You have been staring all this time then?" Senkuu smirked going back to brushing his hair up. 

"Well, it´s quite interesting" Gen said not taking his eyes away "When I first saw you I never thought you were the type to care much about your appearence"

Senkuu grabbed yet another strand of hair and sticked it up. His hair was very noble. You just needed to twick it under your fingers to curl it. How it stayed up part was a scientific mystery on its own. "What? Hairstyles make the maximum impact" he made an smug smile as he watched Gen from the corner of his eye "You should know about that more than me" he said provoking a giggle from the boy besides him. 

"Hey! It´s called "branding", Senkuu-chan!" 

"Again with that?" Senkuu sighed, remembering the time he had gotten worked up about how much of a pain was trying to undress him. 

"So? What exactly are you branding for? The mad scientist?" Gen teased putting his caractheristic fox smile. 

"Maybe" he dryly responded as he moved to the other side of his head. Gen watched him brush his hair with his fingertips a few minutes more. He was always fascinated by Senkuu´s focused face. Always so intense and passionate. 

He giggled as he stood up and scoot closer to Senkuu.

"Let me help you with that, Frankenstein" Gen offered putting his hand on Senkuu´s. Who then used his free hands to put on his clothes. 

"That would be really helpful, Igor" Senkuu said as he fastened the knot of his belt. 

Gen stayed silent for a second, focused on the task. Just feeling his hair. The first time he had touched it, he was amazed by its softness. He always thought it would be raspy or at least very thick. But it had turned out to be silky. What had surprised him more, was that Senkuu´s hair sticked up because he made it his routine to style it that way. He had fallen in the habit to soothe his hair down to see his natural hair everytime he could. 

Gen liked all versions of Senkuu, but he had to admit he had a very soft spot for when his hair was down. 

When Gen finished, he took the two strands of hair Senkuu used as bangs, and sticked them up. “Wonder if these antenna will catch something~” he giggled as Senkuu pulled them down playfully annoyed.

"You should leave it down more often, Senkuu-chan" he sighed as he stepped away to dress himself. "It fits you" he said putting on the first layer of his intricate outfit. 

Senkuu glared at him before signaling the half made obi on Gen´s waist "When you stop using that knot, maybe I will think about it" He said cleaning his ear in the way he would, when he had no interest in what was said. 

"Senkuu-chan you´re such a meanie~" the intention of his words light as always. 

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10 things about my WIP

List 10 words/phrases that have something to do with your work(s) in progress and then tag 10(ish) people to do the same.

Tagged by: @chrisemrysfics (thank you Chris!!)

War

Wild fire

Beggars can’t be choosers

Deception

Resilience

When faced with two equal morally wrong answers, you must have the audacity to create a third option.

Its in the end when I think about the beginning

Deathly

Propagation

What makes us human?

Ok so that’s the list for my power doesn’t make you immortal WIP! As you can see is a bit edgy lol. Hope to be able to show more of it soonish!

Thank you Chris for tagging me! This was really fun! :D

I tag: @kashyurio @kitty-bandit @ahuuda @faeriexqueen @crouleek-art @screamsbelle @vishelina @komuis-discussion-room @kokoko-sir @eicinic

Of course if you wanna do it too I tag you!

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@sengenweek

Ok just Ahh!! or whatever cause I had the cutest idea ever for sengen week.

Hear me out you stone heads.

Gen’s waltzing alone under the moonlight one night because he was that kind of boy that had music on him. He misses putting the radio or spotify and just dance in his apartment. That’s why he makes those dumb songs and usually hums them to himself. Senkuu sees him but after staring for a bit he just keeps working. Tho he remembers the tune and starts trying to learn it.

So fast forward a bit in time Senkuu and him are simply doing something on the lab and Gen’s humming comes from another person. Gen justs stares at the other like he had just seen a goddamn alien make him a peace sign and fly away. But Senkuu keeps humming ignoring the stare.

Gen stretches his hands and takes Senkuu’s to pull him up and start dancing. Of course the scientist panics because “Hey!! Wait! Im not good at dancing!” But Gen doesn’t care because he sees the boy actually following his steps quite well. “You’re gonna break something here!” Senkuu tries to reason. Gen just pulls him closer and starts dancing slower, but pulling him outside the lab bit by bit. Until they’re just in plain sight dancing around.

It takes them a few moments to readjust to the space but soon enough, they’re already in sync. Gen is just enjoying himself at the sight of the scientist’s movement but he loves the way he’s smiling. Senkuu himself feels light and thinks he can keep going for a while. That project can wait a night or two anyways.

So they keep on dancing, waltzing around the other along the tune they make for themselves, until Senkuu just takes Gen’s hands with a half pant half laugh saying he cant go on. Gen has to pull all he has to just not flat out kiss him right there and now and instead just pull both of them to the ground to catch their breath. Asking if it was fun. Senkuu laughs it off but after stargazing long enough to breath normally again, he admits it was the most fun he had in a while. A blush covers his face when he asks if they can do it again sometime later.

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I wrote a fic a while ago that was how Senkuu got over having a crush on Taiju and then met and fell in love with Gen.

After they have their first kiss on a party (and Senkuu was super drunk) they talk in the sand and do some smutty shit. But I scrapped that because I thought Senkuu was still kinda processing Gen liked him and HE liked him as well.

But I kinda remember how it went.

The calming sound of the sea hanged in the air as their conversation flowed.

“Do you think you will find a haunted ship? Like in those old movies. A ship with nobody on board with a crazy ghost”

“That’s not possible. Everything rot a long time ago” the scientist said with merciless logic making the other throw him a pout.

“You always keep the magic away don’t you Senkuu chan?” He sighed with an smirk on his face.

The man on his side stared at him and then at the sea before resting a shaky hand on his waist.

“Isn’t this close enough?” He asked feeling his cheeks starting to ablaze.

Gen blinked at him and then grinned as he took Senkuu’s hand on his own. To let it slide down his pants slowly.

“You can go further if you want~”

Senkuu’s mind was too focused in what his hand felt to bother about the annoyingly satisfied face of the mentalist. Smooth, warm skin. Then a bit of hair. Which he didnt mind as he was quickly on the beggining. Gen made his hand travel all the way to the hardening top to which provoked his cheeks to burn and his hand to suddenly freeze.

The mentalist noticed and then promptly took Senkuu’s hand away with flushed cheeks.

“Sorry! That was too quick, Im sorry” he apologized avoiding looking up to Senkuu’s eyes. However, the hand he had taken away was back inside his pants the second he felt a hand pulling him to a kiss.

Unsure and experimental, just like someone who had not enough practice to build up confidence. But was willing to gain it. They pulled away without getting too deep.

But that was when Gen saw Senkuu’s face.

Red of embarrasment, but eyes nailed to his in a silent protest to make him stare back. Screaming that he didn’t stop. His lips were pressed together into a thin line as if he wasn’t sure himself of the outcome of such act.

Gen chuckled lightly as he gently pressed his forehead against Senkuu’s.

“You still have a lot to learn about kissing Senkuu chan” he said running his thumb along the other’s hand. Hearing a short hmph.

“Try me. They say I’m a good learner” he said with a smug smile on his face, as he pulled Gen’s hands to his waist.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

How to respond when your childhood friend, who you have been in love with for a while, in the day you put enough courage to confess, tells you he loves another person? This was supposed to be a 370 word fic. idk what happened in the way. 

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another fic?? very likely. This time is some tsukasen because oh gosh if I´m not hyped about next week lmao. It´s the written version of a few drawings I made a while back. Anyways hope you like it

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Snake Tattoo

*oh wow I´m making fanfics now*

Summary: Raphael falls.

  He couldn´t help but smile. He had finished along Gabriel the last of the stars in the sky Gabriel had gotten bored of watching them and just went back to Heaven. Raphael gazed at his creations lovingly. It was him who created the nebulous on the far rift or that red giant in a faraway galaxy.

It was all so beautiful.

Unfinished maybe. But when he also decided to go back to Heaven he was received with the news that God had made something by themselves again. Raphael was curious by nature, so he went to investigate what all this fuss about “humans” was about.

He found Adam. The first man wondering around the Garden of Eden, admiring and praising everything on it. Rafael felt a tad of loneliness in his heart however.

“Why do you feel that way if you have all this?” He asked innocently to the human surprised to see the red haired angel. Adam reflected as he kept walking. 

“Maybe because there’s no one just like me. There’s animals and plants, but no others like me” he said gazing at the sky.

“You wouldn’t feel that way if you had someone?” Raphael asked again. Feeling a surge of uncertainty. Was that not enough?

“It’s all so beautiful. So exciting and enchanting. But I want someone besides god to gaze at these marvels and cherish them”

Raphael focused on the wanting. He was an angel, his wants or needs were dictated by god. He didn’t have any of his own. But why Adam had wants if he was also a creation of god? And to have someone besides god? What did that mean?

With questions on his mind, the angel flew to Heaven in a rush. Almost bumping into another angel who he avoided in the last second.

Without saying sorry he talked to god about his conversation with Adam. God heard him patiently.

“I understand” they said. “I will give him someone of his own” and as they finished they took a rib from Adam and thus Eve was born. They were together from then on and so, god kept watching them.

Rafael went to Gabriel then.

“We haven’t finished creating on that side of the universe” Raphael told him without receiving a response. Gabriel was playing a game with other angels.

“If god doesn’t tell us to, we don´t need to do so, do we?” He asked to a general ovation as they continued their game. Raphael wasn’t so sure.

“But I want to create more. I want to see more” he said. Opening several eyes wide.

“You want?” They repeated.

“Adam can want but not us? Why’s that? Is it not allowed?” He asked not receiving answers.

Soon enough Raphael started to notice angels that also thought that way.

“We should be able to do as much as they do. We can do as we want” he would hear from them. But when he asked them about what they should do, nobody responded. They were too scared to ask god.

In the meantime, Raphael spent even more time gazing at the stars. Just once finding another angel looking at them and smiling.

“They’re beautiful indeed” he heard him say. Raphael didn’t know his name, but he was busy trying to solve other kinds of questions. Like why had Lucifer asked him to make a snake eat mice just for fun and why he had not felt shame? Was it because he hadn’t created that? But god?

As he got lost in thoughts, days and days passed where Lucifer and others acted in a new unknown code to Raphael. Their own.

Raphael hanged around them starved of answers to the questions that every day formed by observing Adam and Eve. Soon, he understood the code wasn’t for him either. As he was asked to burn the back of a raccoon. He refused doing so, but they did anyways. Vanishing him for a while.

Then what code could he follow? Who could he be around that understood him?

Yet, more questions.

He didn’t know of it until Lucifer explained that the feeling he had was jealousy. In his hunger, it was a surprise to one day hear Lucifer had arranged a conversation with them and god.

“They need to answer those questions, Raphael, are you with me to know the truth?” He asked extending his hand towards him.

“Truth? About what? I only want answers”

“And you will get them. And that’s the truth” he told him. Raphael looked around and with a bit of doubt he gave in.

The moment had arrived and just outside the doors, Gabriel stood and glared at him before disappearing. Raphael had yet another question on his mind. Counting all of them now was useless.

“Come in” God told the angels. Obediently, they did.

And so they started talking. Or more, asking. Every angel there. 10 million angels asking their questions at the same time. They didn’t care to leave room for the others to speak. But god heard them all, and slowly got enraged. But before giving in, he let Raphael, who had been so close to them, ask one last question.

Raphael was certainly doubting now.

But he wanted answers above all else. So he asked. About them and about Adam and Eve. About why they were so different and why it did look like in a moment, everything else was background noise for God. If it wasnt important...

“What’s our purpose then?” Lucifer then asked taking Raphael’s turn. “What is our purpose here other than serve for a plan that can’t be explained to us? How are we gonna do that?”

“When we don’t know why we were created” Rafael finished the thought making Lucifer give him a smile.

God had listened and they were furious. Of all the questions, that had been the most audacious. It was Lucifer who fell first.

His wings went black and suddenly turned up in flames as he fell. Heavily and fast, as if he was made of lead. One by one every angel got black wings that made them fall becoming a giant fire ball.

When it was Raphael’s turn, he was alone. He grabbed the walls, no matter how painfully hot they were to his hands.

“You dare resist your punishment, demon?” God asked taking him into their hand. Raphael wasn’t relieved as his wings were heavy. What was a demon? Him? “Then you shall be punished accordingly” grabbing one feather of his now black wings, God scribbled a snake on Raphael’s face. His blood as the ink.

In his screams God told him:

“You that dared grab the walls in an attempt to escape your sin, will now be given the shape of the one I command you. Of no legs nor arms. Crawling was your salvation and now it will be your punishment. Raphael, Lucifer and my other creations have fell and lost their names. Every one of them knows their new name” God finished scribbling and before letting him fall, he finished “and you shall remember your crime with it, Crawley” God said as he left go of Crawley, who from an angelic form, quickly, grotesquely became a snake and then back to an angel. He felt his wings burn in the sulfur for a long time. Over and over again, burning and restoring.

Painfully, he stood up in a place so dark and glum he didn’t think it was real. But it was. And it was hell.

They decided to get revenge when they understood they wouldn´t be forgiven. Until Armageddon. They would wait until they were strong enough and in the meantime they would shatter all creation.

But Raphael was confused.

All he did was ask questions. Why had he been burnt? Why had he been vanished? What’s wrong in trying to understand?

Apparently bad enough to become evil. A demon.

However much time passed after they fell, Crawley stargazed again. Finding out that it had been finished by Gabriel. He wasn’t bound to God now, he could go where he wanted. Or more accurately, where Satan allowed him.

Unsuspecting, he had solved nothing. He was told his motive now was to be evil and plague the Earth with discord. But that wasn’t what he wanted. And now he couldn’t be forgiven. The snake tattoo was a proof of that.

One day, Satan sent him up to tempt Eve into eating the Apple of knowledge. Dressed as a snake he did as he was commanded to. And Eve tempted Adam into the First Offence. Getting them expelled from the garden.

He saw them pleading but looked away as they were punished. As he knew, oh he knew, they couldn’t be forgiven. He then stayed up a bit more and went to Eden’s East gate. Only to find the same angel who had talked aloud about the beauty on his stars. The same Angel who had a flaming sword to defend the garden from beings like him. Demons. But he got close anyways.

“Well, that went down like a lead balloon” he expressed looking at them go on the desert.

“What?” The angel asked him unsure of his ears. Crawley didn’t sense a bit of fear. Maybe discomfort, but no fear.

“I said, that went down like a lead balloon” he repeated for the angel. The angel smiled and put his eyes back on them.  “Y-Yes it did, rather”

“Bit of an overreaction if you ask me” the angel looked back at him “I don´t see what´s so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil anyways”

“Well, it must be bad...” the angel looked at him for a moment. Expecting. “Crawley” he told him.  “Crawley. Otherwise you wouldn’t have tempted them to” the angel responded his doubt. It was the first time. 

“Oh, they just said “get up and make some trouble” Crawley said with a tedious voice. 

“Obviously, you´re a demon. Is what you do” The angel said as in trying to finish the conversation.

“Not very subtle of the Almighty if you ask me” Crawley kept on “Fruit tree in the middle of a garden with a “don’t touch” sign” Crawley started to ramble “why didn’t they put it on a high mountain? Or on the moon?” He asked. “Makes you wonder what´s god really planning” 

The angel put his eyebrows together. And tried to explain to Crawley, calmly, that it wasn´t their place to understand. Crawley looked at the floor as he heard him. Nobody would give him answers about that, would they?

“It´s ineffable” Crawley heard getting back his attention. 

“The great plan´s “ineffable”?” he repeated not quite liking where it was going. 

“Exactly. It´s beyond understanding and impossible to put into words” He explained to him. Crawley was getting answers, but they weren´t exactly helpful. He finally noticed something.

“Didn´t you have a flaming sword?” he asked noticing the angel´s cornered like face. “It was flaming like anythin´ what happened to it?” The angel looked away trying to hide his embarrassment. 

“Lost it already, haven´t you” Crawley tried. The angel took a moment to respond.

“Gave it away” he whispered. Making Crawley open his eyes wide. 

“You what?” he asked astonished. An angel who disobeyed god. They had more in common than he thought at the beginning of the conversation. 

“I gave it away! There´s vicious animals!” he started explaining on his reasons “and I said “here you go, flaming sword, don´t thank me...and don´t let the sun go down on you here” The angel had had mercy on them. “I hope I didn´t do the wrong thing” he said fidgeting with a ring on his hand. 

“Oh you´re an angel, I don´t think you can do the wrong thing” Crawley encouraged him. He would be a demon if it wasn´t the case, he thought to himself. 

“It´d been troubling me” The angel thanked him for his words.

“I´ve been worried too” suddenly he felt comfortable enough around this angel to talk “What if I did the right thing with all eat the apple business?” he let the words on the air “A demon can get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing” as he said that, Adam killed a lion that had tried to attacked them. And saw the angel´s worried face “It would be funny if we both got it wrong, aye? If I did the good thing and you the bad one” he smiled awkwardly at him. For a moment doubting he would get the joke.

He laughed a bit “No! It wouldn´t be funny at all!” he went like trying to hide he had agreed with him for a moment. 

Crawley had sensed something different on this angel. He was an angel that disobeyed god and tried to answer his questions. An angel who hadn´t tried to fight him the moment he saw him. He had peaked his interest. 

Suddenly he felt water on his face. It was “rain”. The first to fall. He could have covered himself with his own wings, but the angel had unconsciously lift up his wing to cover him. Despite getting wet himself. Crawley scooted and took cover from it below his wing. 

An angel who showed kindness to everything, even a demon, was in Crawley´s mind, someone worth been around. 

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Did another fic.

This time it has a bit of spoilers, so anime only’s please beware!

It has a few mentions of blood and cut out body parts so please beware of that.

Other than mentioned, it’s literally only fluff.