#Manabu fic

[ahamasmiyodhah]

Reunion- Fruitful or Disaster?

The dark clouds reflected in the deep magenta eyes of a certain dual haired boy with face painted, as he looked outside the window while sitting on window's broad edge with no emotions on his Face. The World Championships has ended, his Grandfather was hauled away by Cops whom Mr. Dickinson had called, and he learned that his Parents had landed. He scoffed. Parents. His Father who seemingly didn't cared enough, his Mother, who just silently accepted everything. Maybe, maybe this covering the emotions thing was something that went through family. 

Its fine, I'm here, ain't I? 

He broke out of his reverie as he heard the female voice whisper in his ear, the Flame Empress and the very personification of coming back from dead, his Dranzer, his Phoenix, His Suzaku, whisper in his ear. Smiling mildly for miniscule of second, he held the blue Beyblade to his chest. Once again Tyson was Hero, once again, he lost his Chance to defeat the world Champion. Maybe, next time?

"Kai?" And the same boy had called him. Whipping his head towards the blue haired boy with a scowl on his face, he cocked an eyebrow. "Mr. Dickinson calls you." Ray said from Tyson's side. Kai sighed heavily, he had known the stout man ever since he was Kid, as Mr. Dickinson used to visit his Father, until he was 6, his Father left, and his Grandfather threw him into Abbey. He couldn't deny that man, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't.

Hopping off the Window edge, Kai joined Tyson and Ray as the three walked out. "Hey Kai, you okay buddy?" Tyson asked, clearly concerned about the older boy. Kai riled Tyson up to the wall, but after the blue haired Boy had saved him from Lake Baikal and readily accepted him back in team, Kai might have softened up a bit to him. "Hn." Kai let out his usual, ignorant grunt, which made Tyson smile.

Dragoon says he is really worried. Well he shouldn't be, though Kai, as he walked beside the two. Soon their soft padding came to an halt when they entered in the floor's lounge area. Kai's eyes keenly took in everyone. Mr. Dickinson sat on a sofa with Tyson's Grandfather, Ryunnosuke or Ryu 'Gramps' Granger sat beside him. Tyson dark haired Father, Tatsuya Granger was on another couch, looking keenly through some files. Hitoshi, or better called Hiro by everyone, Tyson's Archaeologist Brother stood near the window, in a serious conversation over his phone with someone. Then, just then, his eyes fell on someone who made his breath stop.

"I lost again dad!" A little Kai had whined and pouted as his Father laughed fondly and ruffled his hairs.

"Well your Father is working hard, we have to reward him." His Mother's crimson eyes had twinkled with mirth as she looked at his Father.

"Either you chose Hiwatari Enterprises and stay here or chose those Bey spinning tops and get out of my House!" His Grandfather had screamed hoarse, as his crimson eyes trembled with fear, his throat screaming when his Father glanced at him worriedly, and chose Beyblades.

He reached out,

He cried,

He screamed,

He choked on his tears,

But nothing mattered.

His Father didn't turn.

He hadn't realised that while he was staring at his Father in disbelief and many emotions passed through his eyes, Max had noticed him. The blonde's whole frame actually turned relieved, as he chirped. "Kai!!" And broke him out of his reverie. Kai barely had time to recollect himself as Max came hopping to him and hugged him, making Ray and Tyson widen their eyes in alarm. Kai's first instinct was to push him away so hard that he was thrown off into the wall, but he restrained himself. He somehow couldn't bring himself to do that. Especially after what Max had done. No matter how much Kai was being a little shit, no matter how many times he had brushed them off harshly, rebuked them, called them names, and treated them as shit, even betraying them for power... Max, or anyone in that matter, never called him out on it. They let him go, and they accepted him back, as if he was never gone.

Susumu and Misaki, moreover Susumu, tensed when he realised that his son was standing in front of him. After a shocked gasp left Misaki's mouth, followed by a small sob she tried hard to contain. He slowly looked up. Dressed in dark turquoise baggy pants and a fitting tank top, with a scarf tied around his neck that he knew was of Misaki, stood his son. He wasn't the six year old small boy who ran into his arms with his Dranzer, he was now fourteen year old headstrong and stern Captain of World Champion Team Bladebreakers. 

Kai looked at his Mother, and his eyes started burning. No. Nah, Nope. Nada. No tears. You can't break down. Somehow managing to tear away his eyes, Kai looked at Mr. Dickinson. "Mr. Dickinson, Ray said you called me?" He asked. Stanley Dickinson had known all the four Boys ever since they were Kids. His keen and experienced eyes penetrated through the mask of 'Everything is fine and I don't need anyone' and looked right into the vulnerability of the boy, who didn't even cared of hiding his emotions. He was glad his Dranzer was back, he was glad that he had friends he knew could rely on (despite his ass not wanting to admit), He was not sure of how to react after seeing his Parents, especially Father, after so long, but most of it, he was exhausted. Tired. 

"Well Kai you see, we will need your Help with the Boys from Abbey. My Russian is quiet rough, you see." Blatant Lie. Kai knew the man had perfect Russian.

"If you say so." He said and turned to go. "Kai!" His feet halted when he heard his Father. "You have grown stronger.." He said softly, looking at his son with so much adoration. "Son?" Kai scoffed, his eyes shielded by his hairs. Ray, Tyson, Max, and probably everyone knew that either this will go good, or down the drain hole. "I don't have a Father." He said coldly, and walked out swiftly, closing his eyes when he heard his Mother's sobs. He knew his Friends would come behind, but he didn't cared. He kept walking. He kept walking until he reached a dark hallway and growled, hitting his fist on the wall over and over again, until it bled. "Kai?"

"Ray, please go." He said quietly. But Ray didn't go.

He stayed there, and gently held Kai's shoulder, pressing it as if saying, 'Everything will be fine.'

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Since your girl was angsty af and sick. Hiro Granger is Manga-wise in this Fanfiction because Manga Hiro is so good-

Tagging y'll here please tell me how it is and no, as much as I love Ray and Kai, I ship Mariah and Ray (might turn it RayxKai if my mood goes that way.)

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[clairedaring]

meguro ren and sana hayato in trillion game behind the scenes pics are so cute 😭

[actiaslunaris]

Snippet of a road trip fic I am never writing:

Utsumi: So, do you know how to do anything creative? Write?

Yukawa: I write.

Utsumi: I mean, like stories. Or poetry? Anything creative like that.

Yukawa: Not like that. Do you? Write poetry or stories?

Utsumi: *thinks about answering honestly and then loses courage* I keep a journal. Maybe.

Yukawa: *now knows she does and doesn't pursue further* There are other creative endeavors. You have a nice voice.

Utsumi: There's no way you're getting me to karaoke.

Yukawa: I wasn't suggesting it.

Utsumi: *now a dog with a bone* Do you sing? Or play an instrument, then?

Yukawa: I know how to play an instrument.

Utsumi: Probably perfectly, right? Another hobby of yours? What do you play?

Yukawa: Guitar. Imperfectly.

Utsumi: *feeling she's won something* Cooking is more your forte, huh.

[yelpfic]

Apocalypse When

Fandom: Eyeshield 21

Pairing: Mamori & Hiruma & Yukimitsu

Rating: T

Status: Complete (3k words)

Summary: Hiruma has a secret.

Despite his demonic looks, devilish persona, and captaining a team called the Deimon Devilbats, he’s actually—

Well no, actually, he’s the literal Antichrist, destined to bring about the end of the world as we know it.

(Mamori and Yukimitsu find out, and only panic a reasonable amount.)

Apocalypse When

[shintaru]

characters I’ll write for + tags ~ prompt list

Who wants to be tagged for which characters when I post the finished project?

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[ahria-lethe]

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I'm surprised about the number of gen ratings. Looking at them, I think maybe some should go up to Teen+? IDK I'm bad a ratings lol. Not surprised but I do find it funny that the total word count of my "top three" fandoms all together is way less than my total word count for posted Star Trek: AOS fics. I got wordy as I got older 😂

Not tagging anyone but would love to see yours if you want to play! Just tell people I tagged you.

[miraivelgear]

Someone whenever there is an episode focuses on Manabu: He deserve with a better treatment.

Okay, you can write a fanfiction and treat him in any way you want. Let me be alone...

He does deserve better treatment but yeah you can write fic for that. Least the anime isn't abusing him as much as the manga.

[futureacesquad]

Just your daily reminder that:

Kuroo Tetsurou is passionate.

Kai Nobuyuki is patient.

Yaku Morisuke is confident.

Yamamoto Taketora is self-aware.

Kozume Kenma is perceptive.

Fukunaga Shouhei is reliable.

Inuoka Sou is hard-working.

Teshiro Tamahiko is logical.

Haiba Lev is ambitious.

Shibayama Yuuki is kind.

There is no trick here, because:

Nekoma is a wonderful, loving, deeply-connected family.

[cowcreamers]

no because where are all the pretty boy detective club fanfics… pls writers i beg …

[talesofzero]

La Douleur Exquise - Ch. 2

AU; Chapter 2 - The Case of Black

Half this fic is just everyone giving Harlock a bad time.

~3200 words 

Clients who requested full lineups were always trouble. I gave a list of each boy’s specialty, and most clients were happy to pick based on that. Some requested to see one or two in person before deciding, but then there were these bastards.

All the boys picked spots around the couches, some more relaxed than others, as the client eyed them like a row of produce at the grocery store. I stood by behind him, enough to the side that I could watch his face with my good eye.

Clients who requested full lineups were trouble because they thought they could have whatever they wanted. The list of each boy’s specialty also came with each boy’s boundaries. Almost every time Daiba had been called to throw a client out, he’d been one to ask for a lineup.

I had no evidence against this one. His record was fairly clean, and he could certainly afford any of the boys with the bank account I’d seen, though the way his brows pinched when he glanced at Manabu made it apparent he had some limits.

Manabu must have noticed the look, must have learned to recognize it, because his shoulders slumped. I’d also learned to hide my relief as he was passed over yet again.

Susumu sat leaned against his brother’s side. The two were whispering about something that had Mamoru smiling. They didn’t seem too interested in the client, but at least they didn’t look as bored and unimpressed as Zero. He stared the client down as though daring him to have the gall to pick anyone. Not good for business, but I wasn’t going to get onto him.

With Shep looking sleepy from his early-morning clients, Richard was the only one bothering to smile at the client. But, well, that was Richard.

Naturally, the client picked him, and his expression lit up with the gleam in his eyes. It was for the best, as the boundaries listed for Richard were…near-nonexistent.

My brother would do anything for money.

The rest of the boys dispersed with sighs and yawns, most meandering to the dining room to harass Tadas- Monono for lunch. I did, however, find myself with a tail as I headed upstairs. “Hey, Uncle Phantom?” Manabu called as he rushed to keep up with me. I had a feeling I knew what this was about.

“Yes, Manabu?”

“Do you know if Dad’s coming today? I think he has the day off.”

I sucked in air to keep from sighing. “I believe he is.”

A sideways glance showed Manabu’s expression weighted by weariness, so I reached up and ruffled his already-messy hair. “You won’t have to talk to him,” I said. “I can sick Daiba on him if need-be.”

“I don’t want him dead,” Manabu said, fighting back a smile. “But if you can get him to leave me alone, I’d appreciate it.”

“I’m not a miracle worker, but I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you today.” Even that much was easier said than done. I could see Manabu breathe easier at the prospect, though. He murmured a quiet thanks before darting back down the stairs toward lunch.

Leaving one trouble behind, I found a new one as I entered my office. Tadashi, who’d stolen the name from Monono and left me eternally mixed up, was climbing my shelves in an effort to dust everything. Thankfully the shelves were nailed to the wall, or everything would have come tumbling down on top of him.

For whatever reason, he was still wearing that maid uniform. I wasn’t sure why I’d bothered to get him new clothes. He’d seemed confused when I’d handed them to him. “Are these my uniform?” he’d asked.

“You don’t have a uniform,” I’d said. “You can wear whatever you like.”

Later I’d seen Daiba wearing the clothes, Tadashi still in his uniform. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected.

“I can get you a step-stool if you need one,” I called as Tadashi managed to reach the top shelf where I kept my old saber.

“I’ve got it,” he said.

“Very well. Do you need any other cleaning supplies ordered?”

“Oh yeah.” He batted at the saber with the feather duster. “Like everything.”

Honestly, that may have been a fair assessment. I could only recall buying a few cleaning tools in all the years, after Zero complained over the state of things. As I sat down to order “everything,” said-complainer popped through the door. Whatever scolding I was about to receive halted as he noticed Tadashi clinging to the shelf.

“Goodness, we’ll get you a step-stool,” Zero said as he rushed over and grabbed the boy under the arms to pry him away from the shelf.

“I’ve got it!” Tadashi insisted with a huff.

“Sure you do,” Zero said. “Now go get lunch. You’re on break.”

Tadashi looked to me for confirmation, and I nodded; then he was off like a flash. “I’ve never seen anyone quite so oblivious to a tactic to get him to leave,” I said.

Zero went over to close the door behind him. “I’ve never met anyone so eager to eat,” he said. “But I guess he is a teenage boy.”

“I know you’re still upset about it, but you’re not-”

“I know he needed the help. I know.” Heaving a sigh, he walked over and took a seat on my desk. He never would have admitted it, but he sat on my bad side or turned his back when he was upset. He never liked to give too much away. “What happens if Wataru finds out?” he asked.

“He may have the kid’s wanted poster already, but I think I can talk him down. That crime has too many inconsistencies.”

“Maybe, but he’s still going to be furious you hired another underaged boy. Might actually kill you this time.”

I smiled, resting my chin in my palm. “You didn’t, and you said you would.”

He turned enough for me to see his glare. “I considered it.”

“Come on, you’ve been begging for a maid for ages.”

“I have not! I’ve been trying to get all of you to clean for ages!”

He was a saint for attempting such a feat, but I’d ruined things with how much I spoiled the boys. “Well, now you don’t have to worry about it,” I said, hoping he’d be willing to drop the subject. “Anyway, I need you to help me make sure Wataru doesn’t bother Manabu when he comes.”

He saw through my ploy. “Don’t change the subject! And good God, Harlock, you’re asking a lot.”

“Just seduce him or something. You can do it.”

The unamused glare he sent piercing through me suggested otherwise. “That man is so oblivious he wouldn’t realize someone was hitting on him if they started stripping in front of him.”

“Do you know that from experience or-”

It wasn’t that I didn’t know what was coming. I just wasn’t fast enough to avoid it. His hand caught be around the back of the head, dragging down to slam my forehead into my keyboard. I couldn’t say it wasn’t fair, really.

“Get back to work,” he snapped. “And no more full lineups. I don’t trust those assholes.”

He left me to my throbbing head, as per usual. Monono came in later with a tray of smoked fish and rice. Since I was already buying a truckload of cleaning supplies, I asked him if he needed anything while I was at it.

“You could get some more plates and glasses. The new guy broke a lot when I let him help me do dishes. I don’t know how he did it. He just kept breaking them.” Bewildered, he shook his head. “I told him I would handle the dishes from now on.”

Tadashi worked hard, so hard that he was covered in dust and dryer lint by the end of each day. When he mopped, he somehow soaked his socks up to the knee. He was certainly one of my more reliable workers.

But he seemed to break everything. He’d shattered the vacuum on his first day, though Richard had managed to fix it into an odd Frankenstein’s monster of plastic, glue, and tape. Tadashi had gone on to knock a hole in a wall, snap off part of the stair banister, and break one of his own fingers. Daiba patched it up for him so quickly he didn’t have time to cry.

I wasn’t sure how he managed any of that, but at least the place got clean. He also had helped me weed out a few bad clients who had asked after him upon seeing him in the foyer. Daiba was quick to dispose of them.

Daiba was also quick to follow Wataru into my office after my brother slammed my door open. “What is that small girl in a dress doing downstairs?” Wataru demanded.

Before I could answer, Daiba jumped between us. “That’s my brother,” he hissed. He’d certainly invested himself in the role. “I’m looking after him.”

Realizing his mistake took some of the fire out of Wataru. “Sorry,” he said, blinking rapidly. “But that boy is clearly underage. You can’t have him-”

“He’s safer here,” Daiba said, his voice laced with venom. “I won’t let you take him.”

Wataru knew better than to fight Daiba on anything. We all knew better. Wataru put his hands up in surrender, though as he looked down at the boy, his eyes narrowed. “You don’t have a brother,” he said.

“I do now,” Daiba returned without hesitation. “Let this go.”

Wataru’s shoulders were tense with the urge to argue, but he relaxed with a slow exhale. Stepping past Daiba, he strode up to me. “The SDF sent me an update on criminals that may be in the area. There were more than usual this round, so keep your head up.”

He pulled a drive from his coat pocket and set it in front of me. This was our usual routine. He gave me confidential information, and I gave him anyone I came across on those wanted posters. “Not all my clients are criminals,” I said as I snapped the drive into my computer.

Wataru crossed his arms. “Oh, I know. You have a few rich bastards sprinkled in the mix.”

“A few bored SDF passersby too,” I murmured.

He stared down his nose at me as I flipped through the latest batch. I could usually tell based on looks alone if someone had a chance of stopping by - the ones with cockiness in their eyes. Standard petty-crime types tried to keep their heads low. Arcadia was flashy for a reason. The cocky ones always seemed lured-in by the shine.

As I neared the end of the list, my gaze caught the wanted poster I’d already seen. I kept myself from lingering on it - the photo of a smiling young boy, clearly pulled from some family album and slapped on the poster.

The name was different and his hair was longer, but it was clearly my new maid. Wataru didn’t seem to have noticed yet. I flicked my eye back up toward him. “Anything else?” I asked.

“I want you to release Manabu from his contract,” he said like a man who’d repeated the same thing dozens of times.

“No,” I returned the same way. “It’s a contract. That’s not how they work.”

Naturally, he switched to his scolding dad voice like that had ever worked with me. “Phantom.”

“Wataru,” I mocked. “If you’re done, go enjoy your day off. You know you’re not supposed to work during those.”

He crossed his arms. “I came to visit my son. Giving you the drive just happened to coincide.”

“Manabu’s busy,” I said, as though my nephew ever had a moment’s work since signing his contract. “You should come on his off-day.”

For a split second, Wataru believed my lie. Horror and rage flashed through his eyes. My death would have been quick had he not come to his senses. “I’m going to see him,” he huffed.

“No you’re not. No one sees my boys without permission.”

“He’s my boy.”

“No one owns him!” Daiba roared, startling both of us.

Daiba would fight us both if I didn’t find a way to ease the situation, not that I would mind fighting my brother myself.

“Not today, Wataru,” I said. “Leave him be for now.”

I waited for his rebuttal, but his shoulders dropped the same way his son’s had. “So he said he didn’t want to see me. Very well.”

“Any of the other boys would be happy for your company.”

He didn’t have the energy to be mad at my usual joke. “Don’t do anything stupid, Phantom,” he said with a sigh as he left. Ever untrusting, Daiba followed him out.

The silence of the room held me for a minute before I stood and left as well. Manabu’s room was empty. Instead, I found him in Zero’s violently yellow one. Sitting on Zero’s bed, Manabu sipped tea out of his usual blue mug.

“Your father left, so you can come out of hiding,” I said.

Rather than looking relieved, his brows pinched, and he stared into his mug. “Was he mad?”

“A bit. He’s always a bit mad.” Usually at me. 

Manabu’s hands tightened around the ceramic. “We always argue when he comes over. I just didn’t want to argue again.”

At his desk chair, Zero sipped something probably-alcoholic from his own mug. “He’s just worried about you.”

“I know but-!” He huffed, his shoulders scrunched up by his ears. “It’s really annoying! I can’t get laid!”

Zero and I both tried to block him out as he continued, glancing around the room as though it could protect us.

“Clients are like ‘oh, aren’t you that one guy’s son? I heard he’d kill anyone who went near you.’ Like, how does he make something like that known? Why does everyone know we’re related? We don’t look that much alike.”

They did.

“I started this job to get fucked by guys! And I haven’t been fucked by one guy! This sucks! I’m horny!”

At some point, Zero had put his face in his hands. He clearly hadn’t had enough to drink, and neither had I. The other boys talked about far more explicit things. I could deal with that, but I’d known Manabu since he was a baby.

“Uncle,” he whined. “You can get me a client, right?”

We’d already had this conversation too many times, and I rubbed my fingers across my forehead as I repeated my usual line. “We’ll get you one.” 

“Would I be more appealing if I weren’t a virgin?”

Zero whispered a scream as I threw up my hands. “I’m throwing in the towel on this conversation. Your contract says you stay a virgin ‘til- so just- I’m going to go drink.”

“Boo,” Manabu called as I skittered toward the door. “Uncle Phantom, get me a guy to sleep with, or I’ll keep telling you these things!”

“I’ll sleep with him!” I heard Mamoru yell from his room next-door to Zero’s.

“No!” I snapped at both of them, caught between the rooms. “Both of you be quiet! There are minors present!”

“Captain, it’s a brothel,” Mamoru yelled back.

“But it’s my brothel! I make the rules!”

Manabu appeared in the door-frame, leaning against it with the same unamused look in his eyes that his father got. “Do I still count as a virgin if it’s just like handjobs?”

Unable to look at him, I pointed down the hall. “No. Now go to your room. You’re in timeout.”

“Time out? You’re not my dad.”

“I’m your boss!”

“Timeout,” Zero said. Glancing up, I saw him pushing Manabu toward his room. “Off you go.”

“So is it a brothel or a daycare?” Mamoru asked as he peered out of his room. “We’ve got all the usual daycare trappings: brightly colored rooms, timeout, actual children.”

“You’re in timeout too,” I said, pushing against his head to shove him back inside.

I was far, far too sober to deal with them.

Monono found me sitting on the kitchen countertop holding a bottle of wine. He had me move my legs so he could get into the cabinets. “I need some of that for cooking, so don’t drink it all,” he said.

“Why did I hire my nephew?” I whispered.

“I dunno. It was pretty weird,” he said, examining a wok.

“His father is going to kill me.”

“Probably- Dick, put a shirt on!”

I looked up to find my other brother poking around in the fridge. He didn’t have pants on either, just his boxers, though he’d clearly showered judging by the wet hair sticking to his cheeks. “Dick, put a shirt on,” I said.

“Yeah-yeah. I’m hungry.” He pulled out an apple and took a bite. “I don’t know why you’re all stressed about hiring family,” he said between chews. “Hired me.”

“Don’t remind me.” I had actually been drunk at the time, but he’d begged me for the job just like Manabu had.

“That guy was alright,” he said. “Hope he comes back. Easy money. Did you get the new wanted list today?”

“Mm-hm,” I said through another swig of wine.

“Anyone interesting?”

“No.”

“Anyone hot?”

“Absolutely not.”

Why was all of my family like this?

Daiba walked in, looking annoyed as usual. “Hey, Captain- Dick, where the fuck are your clothes?”

“On the floor,” Dick said.

For once, Daiba reined in his urge to scream at Dick, turning back toward me. “A client showed up without warning. Should I kick his ass?”

“Not yet. If he’s new I’ll have to talk to him and do a background check.” Not that I was in the best state to do that, but I’d been worse. “Put some clothes on, Dick,” I said as I hopped down from the counter. “You can’t go around looking like that when we have clients.”

He cocked a brow and gestured at his bare torso. “But isn’t this what they’re here for?”

Clients were usually only interested in what was below the belt, but this was the last conversation I wanted to have with my brother, so I muttered another “Put some clothes on,” and headed for the foyer.

Clients came in a set few breeds I’d come to know over time. This guy was one of the rare exceptions. He sat on the longer lounge couch, wearing an easygoing smile that reached eyes the color of a fresh bruise. Susumu sat nearby, clearly charmed by whatever he was saying, or at least acting the part to earn his favor. He may have been from the same race as Shep or a related one, as his skin was about the same shade of blue, his hair blond like a wheat field. He may have been military judging from the gray uniform.

But even the occasional SDF member or soldier we got never saw fit to sit and talk with the boys. Tolerable clients saw the boys as workers, though viewing them like tools was more common. Only a handful ever treated them like people.

Manabu and Mamoru must have still been in timeout, but Zero and Shep were seated nearby as well. Shep wore his usual smile, while Zero couldn’t hide his curiosity.

“I admit, I didn’t know what to expect coming in,” the man was saying. “I heard good things, and the decor is certainly nice. The company is not bad either,  though it’s quieter than I was expecting.”

“We don’t have many clients scheduled on Mondays,” I said.

His piercing eyes shot toward me, bright with interest. “I suppose I came at the right time then. Are you the man in charge?”

“I am. You may call me Harlock.”

“Desslar,” he said with that winning smile.

Shep’s eyes widened. Zero’s jaw dropped. I shook my head. Surely not… “Abelt Desslar?”

“The Galman king?” Susumu asked.

With a soft laugh, he scratched at his cheek with a gloved hand. “Ah, it seems I’ve been found out, though ‘king’ is such a human term. I’d prefer to avoid any formalities while I’m here if that’s alright.”

“Well aren’t we moving up in the world?” Zero muttered. “Entertaining royalty along with our criminals.”

This may have been one of the “stupid” things my older brother warned me not to do, but then again, who paid better than royalty?

[chibi-pix]

I don’t always show WIPs here, but sometimes I like to.  I just wanted to show a fun thing. Originally I was contemplating doing an edit with this, but I decides I wasn’t going to deal with that and just do a redraw since redraws are actually easier in my opinion.  BUT! Instead of Lance and Keith, I decided to have fun and give us Krik and Aki (yes, using the DaiRugger name instead of Jeff). 

So, for now until I actually do finish this, I hope you enjoy this WIP. Until next time. 

[persona-dee]

Third Person Point of View, A HiruMamo Fanfic

Hiruma Youichi was the incarnation of the devil, while Anezaki Mamori was the embodiment of the angel. Due to their differences, people believed the two of them wouldn't even want to get ten meters near each other.

The Deimon Devil Bats team believed it too once upon a time. However, seeing the two's interactions over time made them not so sure anymore. They started pondering: were they actually dating?

Part 1: Yukimitsu Manabu’s point of view

Note: This fic takes place around early fall, after they came home from the Death March, but before the fall tournament began.

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There were many ways to describe Hiruma Youichi, but a listener wasn't one of them. He was a terrifying high school boy who had an extensive information network and a tad too much love for firearms and blackmailing. Precisely because of that, people tended to think that the intimidating boy never listened.

Imagine Yukimitsu's surprise when he witnessed that the said boy was actually willing to listen to a request. And he complied with it without much resistance, to boot.

It happened when most of Deimon Devil Bats' team members had gone home on one evening in early fall. He was carrying practice equipment back to the club room when he noticed that there were occupants inside.

"I know that you know that Honjou is Monta-kun's idol. Think about how he will feel if he sees these articles."

Yukimitsu stopped himself from grabbing the club room's door. It was Mamori's voice. What was she talking about? What articles?

Whoever it was Mamori was talking to stayed quiet. Who was it? Maybe it would be better if he stayed there and not come barging in when they were in the middle of a conversation. It would be rude and awkward to interrupt them, anyway.

"Hiruma-kun."

So, she was talking to Hiruma? She is brave, Yukimitsu thought. Well, he had known that she was. She had to since becoming their club's manager meant she had to see and talk to Hiruma on a daily basis. Not everyone could do it. But he didn't know she was brave enough to try persuading their captain about something like protecting a team member’s feelings. As far as he knew, the captain didn’t really give a damn about things like people’s feelings. People called him the incarnation of the devil for a reason, after all.

Yukimitsu had to admit he was rather curious about Hiruma's reaction. Came to think of it, the captain actually listened to people sometimes, but to follow what people told him is another story altogether. Up until this point, he had never seen Hiruma following anyone's request, especially if the said request didn't make their chance of winning increase in particular.

"I'm just asking you to remove every article about Honjou Taka from Monthly American Football magazine. I know you read it and bring it to the club room every month. It's not that hard, is it? There aren't many articles about him, anyway."

Yukimitsu could hear the pop of bubble gum. Hiruma must be contemplating the pros and cons of her suggestion in his mind. Still, there was no response from him. It seemed her persuasion didn't work. Even their manager couldn't convince him to do something, huh?

He didn't like prying into people's lives, but ever since the team went to America for their training camp, he couldn't help but notice that the two of them were a lot closer than people thought they were. He even started assuming that they were more than just a captain and manager since they understood each other so well. She could handle Hiruma nicely, too. If there was someone who could soften their captain, he assumed it would be her. However, now he thought maybe he was wrong, after all.

"I think seeing these articles would only bring his morale down. You don't want that, do you? Since victory is your number one priority."

"I get your point, fucking manager, so shut up already."

From behind the door, Yukimitsu could hear Hiruma's response. Even though he sounded irritated, there was no actual bite in his words. The next moment, he could practically hear Mamori's smile as she asked, "So you're going to do it?"

"Yeah," he sounded nonchalant, but Yukimitsu knew the captain meant it.

"Thank you, Hiruma-kun."

This time, Hiruma didn't reply.

That was... relatively easy. He had thought it would be a lot harder to convince Hiruma Youichi to do something. Was it because Mamori was the one who did it?

He could hear some shuffling from inside and he decided it would probably be okay if he came in now since their conversation had ended.

Mamori greeted him with a smile and a "good work for today!" when he entered the club room. She offered him a water bottle which he accepted with a mumble of thanks. After that, she grabbed a broom and started cleaning up the club room. On the other side of the room, Hiruma was sitting with his legs propped up on the table, a laptop on his lap. They didn't look like they just had a conversation.

Yukimitsu was heading off to his locker when Hiruma said, "Fucking baldy, don't tell anyone about what you heard just now."

He turned his head, but Hiruma had already focused back on his laptop. He didn't know which one Hiruma wanted him to keep secret. Was it the fact that he would cut articles off of a monthly sports magazine for one of his team members or the fact that he complied so easily with Mamori's request?

Both were really sweet of him, though. He never knew their demonic captain had this side as well. He wondered if Mamori knew about it since they seemed to know each other so well. If she did... well, he wondered if they were indeed dating.

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I got the idea from chapter 277. In that chapter, Mamori told Kurita about the cut off articles. She said that she asked Hiruma to do it so Monta wouldn’t see it. I think it’s one of their sweet “moments” even tho it’s so implicit you have to squint to see it :’)

[actiaslunaris]

2022 Fic in Review

Rules: filter to 2022 on your AO3 stat page and answer some questions/link some fics for everyone to enjoy! (Some of these questions were taken from a wrapup meme on Twitter and some from one seen on Dreamwidth. Twenty-five in all.)

1. Your yearly word count:

23,196 words. This is a lot to post. I actually wrote much more into works in progress, however.

2. Fave fic you wrote this year:

"over the water, over the sea (with you)" [https://archiveofourown.org/works/40664607]

I keep returning to this, because it encapsulates a depth of feeling I find hard to express in anything other than fanfic. I love writing these characters and getting inside their heads; I keep saying that and it keeps being true.

3. Fave fic you read this year:

"As You Like It" by RiverFragrance; it's so perfectly tropey. [https://archiveofourown.org/works/42446331]

4. Fave ship you wrote for:

Obvs, Yukawa/Utsumi. This was the only ship I wrote this year.

5. Fave character POV to write:

Yukawa Manabu's. This was on purpose, since I have a work in progress that's from his perspective, but has so far proven difficult to write. I've had to stay in the headspace for it. The easiest way to accomplish that was write most stories from his perspective.

6. Fave line you wrote:

"Past and present merge like colliding wavelengths, the pattern of interference now visible for what it is." (open the door, don't let it sting) [https://archiveofourown.org/works/41077578]

The way holograms are made is amazing and fascinating. Yukawa applying his knowledge of physics to his emotional state to achieve realization, gathering all the clues at last.

7. WIP you finally finished:

"the frequency you're giving off"   [https://archiveofourown.org/works/41335740, explicit]

I was assembling research items for this as far back as four years ago, when I came across a gif of a couple on the beach in front of a fire. At that point in time, I wasn't sure what it was meant for; I kept thinking about it and building understanding with research, until I arrived at this story.

8. WIP you've yet to finish:

"your chain tied to me tight"

A story about boundaries, communication, and ties that bind, set a few months after the conclusion of the first season of Galileo, for my personal project of a Kink Bingo card.

9. Your most read fic this year:

"open the door, don't let it sting" [https://archiveofourown.org/works/41077578]  

This, at the time of writing, has 72 hits, beating out "the frequency you're giving off".

10. Your longest fic this year:

Posted, it's "open the door, don't let it sting" at 7,993 words. Unposted, it's "'til they sparked" currently at 18,268 words. It's slow burn; actual literal slow burn for the first dang time in my life. I only hope I can stick the landing.

11. Your shortest fic this year:

"all you see is red" at 298 words. A tiny scene of Utsumi and Yukawa on a date in a museum. [https://archiveofourown.org/works/40300701]

12. Fave fic title you used:

"the frequency you're giving off" borrowed from a song by Alessi's Ark. I just love the way it wraps up all the themes in the story and I was also hoping I'd be the first to use this lyric as a title and I think I was? Though it doesn't matter if I wasn't.

13. Biggest surprise while writing this year:

Being able to stick to writing a story or scene for every one of the Sunshine Challenge's prompts for this year. Also, because of that, I was able to write a continuation to "Ready to Hope" which I truly thought would not happen.

14. Fave comment you received this year:

Probably cosmictuesdays's response to a snippet of a story I'm writing. I've thought about it at numerous times throughout the year and it pleases me each time.

15. Fave fic author to read this year:

RiverFragrance. Although I'm only just dipping my toe into all the Chinese fanfic that exists, RiverFragrance has such a good understanding of Yukawa and Utsumi and consistently delivers good plot.

16. Total fics/chapters uploaded this year:

Eight. This is very good for me and also seems to be what I can expect most years.

17. What are you looking forward to next year?

Finishing -- hopefully -- "your chain tied to me tight" in time for my birthday. After that? Just more works in progress over the summer; hopefully also writing the remaining four works of my 30Kisses project.

18. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

"drop through your likenesses" [https://archiveofourown.org/works/40300710]

This was written for Sunshine Challenge and 30Kisses, and I'm proud of it because it took a prompt I thought was going to be difficult, but by means of intense brain-storming I was able to write something I had only half-formed ideas for and make it exactly what I wanted. Additionally, it also is one of the best examples of my writing style. I've worked hard to clean my prose, while making it poetic, and this does that.

19. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

All the kudos on "wholly to be a fool" are rather a surprise. [https://archiveofourown.org/works/41987514]

20. What work was the quickest to write?

"all you see is red" Written in about two hours, into the box at Dreamwidth.

21. What work took you the longest to write?

"the frequency you're giving off" Started at the end of 2020 or beginning of 2021. I don't know because my first backed-up draft had many words in it, already and I can't recall when I started. *shrug*

22. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Four documents started, ten in total planned.

23. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Everything unfinished, of course. "'til they sparked" is proving to be the one that got out of hand, and it's just the third in a series of... possibly five stories. I don't even know at this point because my ideas for what I want to include are well-formed but impossible to place at the moment.

24. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Maybe, possibly, mulling it over: Loid/Yor.

I also have an idea for a Kishitani & Kuribayashi fic that I like thinking about but would take a lot of planning.

25. What do you listen to while writing?

Mostly synthwave, lo-fi, chillwave, and barberbeats. Barberbeats is the best find I made this year to unlock my writing brain.

Sometimes I listen to the songs that inspire the titles; like for "open the door, don't let it sting" I listened to "Rule #1 - Magic" by Fish in a Birdcage and "Read My Mind" by The Killers on repeat for a few writing sessions.

[yelpfic]

Like Submarines

Happy holidays to @time-to-change-away, from your ES21 Secret Santa! With many thanks to @darknebulablader for organizing this wonderful event!

Title: Like Submarines

Rating: T

Pairing: Hiruma/Yukimitsu

Summary: When Yukimitsu is grounded and can no longer sneak off to practice, he thinks his football dreams are over. Hiruma thinks otherwise. 

Read at AO3

[dosbysilverqueen]

Thank you, as always, for the gift of the last two chapters. I really like Akado as a new character (and I'm SO CURIOUS re: went down in that meeting with 'Yuuhi freaking Shinku' and what Akado thought of it). Did Yuuhi approve those bits of Ebisu's suggestions that got adapted or did Akado just...quietly make it happen? Akado's such an outsider - literally doesn't know how to get around the Tower (or req. a typewriter) - but gets swept up as a planning insider. And that scroll! Reactions 2 use?

It’s been really fun to start looking at characters that aren’t part of the high powered genin->chunin->jounin(-> hokage) track that a lot of our main characters are on and that we see as ‘typical’ for a shinobi, even though they’re probably in the minority. Akado was fun to bring in as someone very non-combat (though obviously with plenty of his own skills and abilities) and @wafflelate, @pepperdoken and @math-is-magic have been doing some great world-building for Yuuhi Shinku.

~Silver Queen

[silvermalkin]

i just want to smooch irie's lil' face but mrs malkin won't l e t m e. Your characters are sensational, let me love them man!

Haha, sorry not sorry! Thank you so much. Irie wants to smooch you, too

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