#finally did ittt

[pandanx12]

Boss B*tch!

[euphorica-smiles]

“Papa!”

Chuya turn around as quick as he would dodge an incoming bullet within 00.05 seconds because the very person who called for him in her loud, adorable and angry tone is none other than his five year old little girl - almost a splitting image of him just to see her puffing her cheeks at him and shiny blue eyes glaring up at her father.

“Papa!” She called again once Chuya really look down at her.

“Yes, my girl?” Chuya responded, his tone kind and soft as he put his stack of documents away and then knelt down at the same eye level as her.

His little girl’s puffed cheeks later return to normal, but now Chuya noticed she became a bit more nervous, her tiny hands clasped together and shivering as she look down, lips pursed.

“….P-Papa…”

A small smile slowly etched to Chuya’s lips, the proud father then reach out to stroke the top of her head gently.

“Yessss I hear you, my girl. Papa not working for now. Do you want to play for a while?” Chuya asked kindly.

The girl look up at him, at first in disbelief but her big blue eyes later started to sparkle, “Can we? But Mama is still at work…uhm… Papa, can we get ice cream together…?”

Chuya chuckled, ruffling her hair, “Shall we get the same strawberry cheesecake flavour for Mama as well before she gets back?”

“Okay! Let’s go, Papa!”

Chuya chuckled in delight as he carry his little princess in his arms, making his way out of his office.

“Papa?”

“Yes?”

She giggled as her tiny hands touch the rim of his hat, “Hat!”

Chuya laughed, “Alright, alright.” With one arm keeping her up, he lifted his hat and then gently place it on top of her head, hearing the jovial giggle made his heart feel so at home.

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HA! Finally wrote it XD

[fallenangelwings-archived]

@illusivexemissary | Star Wars AU

The planet was little more than a barren waste on the outer rim. Sand and dust drifted through Mos Eisley like ghosts, blanketing all they touched. Like the rest of Tatooine, it was a city of beige, brown and white. Colors that did not absorb the burning heat of the planet’s twin suns. 

So when a pale, towering man swathed entirely in black and charcoal grey strode through the streets of the spaceport colony, the residents couldn’t help but stare. One look was all it took to know what this stranger was, but his presence was unsettling nonetheless. They had seen their share of Jedi, but something about this one was different. And it was more than the pale skin that simply did not burn.

The Jedi ducked into a vacant dwelling on the outskirts of Mos Eisley. If Lucifer’s intel proved correct, there was a valuable Sith artifact concealed here. Valuable to him, not the man sent to retrieve it. A cracked, dusty mirror revealed that man’s face, his blue eyes and raven hair. The stubble that covered his gaunt cheeks and chiseled jaw. Castiel turned his gaze from it quickly, for it was far worse than he’d remembered. 

He could feel the boundaries of this place, sense the doorway he needed. It lead down into a cellar, and only there might he find what his brother wanted. A hand caught the aging handle and stopped.

Castiel was carved from marble, frozen against the frame. The room filled with warmth and electricity. Not heat, but warmth. And something so very close to joy. Of all the sensations the force could yield and relay... Castiel had forgotten joy.

      “... You shouldn’t be here.”

It’s very nearly a plea. But he could sense his former master’s resolve. His brother’s resolve. 

Gabriel. Who had been his teacher, his mentor, his family before he’d refused to join Lucifer. Before he’d been bested in battle, and Castiel had been taken prisoner.

Slowly does he turn to face his brother. Because Lucifer, with his claws sunk deep in the Jedi’s psyche, commanded it. 

[whedoncon]

I have Jenny Calendar hair now, friends!