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giushia · 6 years ago

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ShiMayu... kids?

Hi. I was wondering one thing, I see a lot of very beautiful fanarts on this tumblr, in particular on the couple “Shimayu”, the couple that would form Shimon Ikaruga and Mayura Otomi / Amawaka. So, about this couple, I have not much to say. I think it is possible, very possible, even that he sees a day in the manga ‘Twin Star Exorcists “seen how the two characters still look close, casually … In more everyone seems to imply that, and then as seen that the only other person for whom Mayura seems to have feelings is already taken … By cons I wonder what it would give if we saw, for example, the children that would have this couple. Could it be a child who could be chosen by Byakko? Or rather by Suzaku? Would he look totally like Mayura without looking like Shimon, as Mayura only looks like his mother rather than his father? And how would the "grandfathers”, Seigen and Hoiji react? (not counting Keiji and Sayo) Have you ever thought about it? Short. Anyway, thank you for all the fanarts you share on your tumblr.

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Hello and nice to meet you @khordel (Not sure why I can’t tag you properly sorry!) Thanks for your compliments about my artblog!

So about your wonders, first of all I’d like to make a thing clear because I’m not sure I understood it correctly at first (english isn’t my first language sorry in advance! be free to skip it, I start talking at the bold writting) Mayura isn’t in love with Rokuro, not anymore. I’m pretty sure everyone in the fandom knows (even if the manga didn’t said so) that Mayura had a crush on Rokuro on her childhood, and pretty much lasted until middle school (14 years old) because on the timelapse between the 2 years of training and the actual moment when Mayura and Rokuro went to the island, Mayura was moving on about her feelings to Rokuro (cause’ in summary, Benio’s character is strong on Rokuro’s development) and the Shimayu novel confirmed how in the actual timeline, Mayura sees Rokuro as a goal, full of respect, the person who admires; this ship is still in their beginnings but is really strong, full of strong potential and Sukeno sensei seems to really support it so the shimayu fandom is having a great time. SO! with that cleared up off my mind let’s proceed to headcanon time!

I’m not sure if the child would be chosen by Suzaku or Byakko because I’m pretty confident that when the child is born, would happen aaaaafter the war is over; aka when everyone is happy ever after. We don’t know too much about Suzaku yet so I personally would love Byakko to be who interacts with the child. And about the looks, seems that the Otomi genes lead in the family so I wouldn’t be surprised if the child (if is a girl, would look 99% like Mayura) but hey! Ikaruga genes are really strong too! (so we could have an smol Shimon if is a boy?) so how about 50-50; I’d like a girl who has similar facial features to Mayu, fluffy hair as well but with the red stunning hair and deep eyes like Shimon?

And about the grandpa’s reaction.. fufufu, Seigen isn’t the mooost expresive dad but since is one of the most loving papa bear in the world, I’m pretty sure Seigen would react like this, all nervous:

And Hoji would probably would be screaming a lot hahaha, stuff like “CALL ME GRANDPA! CALL ME GRANDPA!!!” He has a strong vibrant personality so I bet he’d be extremely happy, he’s such a good man :’)

#submission #sousei no onmyouji #shimayu #just a headcanon #sorry i really tried to make it short #giuloxar personal

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shimayufanfiction · 8 years ago

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What has been seen can’t be unseen (One-shot)

A/N: This was inspired by Sukeno-san's teaser on twitter for the extra about ShiMayu published in the magazine SQ Crown (Jan, 21st). It’s not like Sukeno-san’s story but I hope you’ll have fun.

Universe: Sousei no Onmyouji

Pairing: Shimon x Mayura

Warning: None.

Rated T

Author: lovingtimetravelexpert

Originally posted in the One-shot collection “A Flight towards our Future”

What has been seen can't be unseen

Shimon figured he must have been a very bad person in his earlier life to deserve this.

How? How did he end up in this situation?

Laying on his futon, Shimon was frozen with fear.

The cards had turned against him. Everything he had carefully planned had backfired.

He had thought it was a good idea to take Mayura to a secure part at the outskirts of the island located at the seaside, where he could train her without any other Heavenly Commander poking in or Rokuro distracting her. He'd been so wrong believing this was a good idea. Perhaps he hadn't thought this through but he never would have foreseen that the trip would lead to – to this!

He turned his slightly shaking head to the side. There she was, sleeping peacefully next to him. Not a care in the world or so it seemed. Why was she not having any problem with this situation?

When they had arrived on the island after a long ride on the bus that made him wish he'd never boarded it in the first place, they'd been greeted with bad news. Due to the hot weather all the rooms had been booked out. All except for one.

Only reluctantly had he agreed to share the room but when they had lain next to each other he couldn't get any sleep. Disturbed by her presence he had looked at her when all of a sudden she had rolled onto her right side and pulled his pillow from underneath his head.

Scared to death he had glanced at her. She'd cuddled happily with his pillow with a small smile only a few inches next to him.

Every muscle had been on alert as he had stayed still, fingers crossed so he couldn't touch anything unconsciously although he had feared sleep wouldn't come to him.

There he'd lain with no pillow and her proximity being too close.

He had been glad when the sun finally rose.

Unnerved and sleep deprived Shimon had prayed to get some rest the next day. Unaware of the torture he would have to endure that day he'd finished a training unit with Mayura who afterwards suggested to get some rest at the beach for a while pointing at the bags under his eyes.

And then – when they had met at the beach as agreed – she had stood in the sea, waving for him to join her, clad only in a very small, pink bikini.

Shocked about the unexpected sight Shimon's body had refused to move. After his heart started beating again, he had declined her offer and spread out a beach towel he'd rented from the inn moments before. Sitting back listening to his music he'd willed the image out of his head and hoped to at least get a little bit of rest. He should have known by then that this night he wouldn't get any sleep either.

Now he was again next to her, lying on his back. Adding to the annoying situation were the images that were haunting his mind. Images of her in a bikini. It was a picture that he wasn't able to scratch out.

Sure, he had noticed her womanly form before. But it had been a piece of information stored in the back of his head. Now it was more prominent than ever after it pounded down the door of said storage. The picture of her kindled his imagination making him feel unbearably hot and it was only thanks to his fierce training for years that he willed down his body's instinctive reaction.

What was wrong with him? He was an Heavenly Commander and still he could barely get a hold of himself. He wasn't supposed to gawp at his sensei's daughter and his colleague. What he needed the most now was sleep and not some inappropriate fantasies.

Sleep deprived he stared at the ceiling. A flat, boring ceiling. No curves. Rectangular beams crafted by men. Straight lines and squared edges. Those shapes were a welcome change to the thoughts tormenting his mind. Shapes... God dammit.

For a moment he weighed his chances. Scratching his eyes out would be to late, getting some sleep seemed to be out of question and leaving the room to take care of his body's reactions was an idea he really, really did not even want to dwell on. He wasn't a pervert and that would certainly destroy their friendly relationship.

If it wasn't destroyed by now. How would he ever be able to look at her again and not think of – of that.

Sighing Shimon closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep by telling himself the story about the adventures of the bird and the fox that Chiiko loved to hear when she had been younger.

The noise of a rattling blanket interrupted the story-telling. Fresh fear rushed through him and he blinked his eyes open.

Slowly he turned his head to the side. A peacefully sleeping Mayura had shifted closer. Her heart shaped face was illuminated by the moon light shining through the window. The shadows on her blanket drew an intimate painting of her body underneath.

Preparing for her next attack he grabbed his pillow with his right hand, just in case she might try to steal it again. And there it was, her hand searched for his pillow and grabbed lightly onto it. She scrunched up her face when it wouldn't budge a bit.

Oh, no. Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up.

Not moving a muscle he watched her scared about her reaction if she woke up. After a while she gave up and her grab lightened. Relieved about her withdrawal he hoped she would now return to snuggle up into her pillow instead. But she surprised him yet again when she didn't move back but forward finding a new pillow to cuddle with. Him.

Stiff as a plank he lay with her upper half draped on top of him. Controlling his breathing he looked down and only saw a bunch of blond hair.

This was worse than anything he would have expected.

His heart beat raced within his chest. His body was heating up again reacting to the warmth she emitted.

The worst part was that her proximity did not feel bad and that was disturbing him more than if it would. He couldn't allow himself to enjoy this feeling when she cuddled with him unknowingly. Wasn't it like taking advantage of her or something?

Should he wake her so she could return to her futon? But he wouldn't want her to be embarrassed about this so that they would be both uncomfortable from this day on. What was he supposed to do?

"Shimon-" She huffed a breath.

His face started to glow. Was she dreaming about him?

"-kun."

His throat constricted hearing the familiar form of address from her lips. He had a hard time to swallow the bubble of happiness, surprise and wonder that formed in his throat.

Perhaps she was returning his feelings on some level. She had called his name in her sleep. Wasn't this meaning something?

She sighed happily and snuggled closer to him filling his chest with longing. This almost felt real. A night shared in a loving, innocent embrace. It made him wish this wasn't an accident. It made him wish she really belonged in his arms. Funny, how he yearned the most for her when she was the closest.

As his heart ached for her he felt it calm down.

Was it wrong if he wanted her to stay in his arms for tonight? It was an accident, wasn't it? They could laugh about it the next morning or he would wait for her to wake up and return to her futon as if nothing had happened. And then they would never speak about this again and resume their friendly relationship.

While he thought about the possible solutions to prevent them from being embarrassed about this situation sleep clutched on his mind with her warmth lulling him in. The last thing he perceived were the low sound of her peaceful breathing, the jasmine smell of her hair and the faint rise and fall of her body as he almost unconsciously lay an arm over her before he drifted off. Almost...

The next thing he knew was the sound of the shōji (1) being opened. While the memory of his dream faded – something about a kitten stalking a red bird on a branch – Shimon slowly regained consciousness.

Warm and relaxed he stretched out his limbs before he opened his eyes. The sun filled the room completely making him wonder what time it was. They needed to start with their training as soon as possible, if they wanted to make some progress in the few days they were staying.

Planning on waking Mayura he turned to his left when memories of last night came running over him like a train.

Had they-? Had he-?

He lay back down as his mind tried to make sense about the information rushing through.

"Shimon?" Her soft voice called him from behind. Right. She hadn't been on her futon.

Stretching his neck to look at the scene behind him he was welcomed with the sight of her fully dressed carrying a tray with breakfast and smiling at him like the morning sun.

The picture made his heart stop and his stomach flutter. This picture... He wanted to hold onto it for as long as he could. Too afraid to break the illusion of the homely impression and to call forth the consequences of last night's incident he remained quiet.

She rose an eyebrow at him and went to her knees placing the tray in front of her.

She reminded him of spring. The soft awakening of life, rose petals rising, green leaves growing, sun rays breaking through the crown of a tree and a bird chirping in the background.

He must have stared for too long for her eyebrow twisted into a small frown tearing down his daydream. "Shimon? Do you want to sleep for a while longer? I thought you might be tired after yesterday so I let you sleep."

He continued to stare. 'Say something, you idiot,' an angry voice in his head barked out. Clearing his throat he sat up. "No, I feel rested."

Sitting on her knees she smiled softly at him. "I brought breakfast. I thought it would be faster if we eat here before we start the training."

"Good idea." He rose to his feet and walked to join her in front of the tray.

With small appetite he reached out for his share of the breakfast, a bowl of rice with fried egg and miso soup (2) and carefully watched her. She seemed normal and had said not a word about the night. Maybe she had turned around in sleep and had woken up on her own futon.

Bowing his head he fought down the disappointment he felt at this possibility. It would be better this way. He couldn't bear the thought of her not being able to look into his eyes anymore because of an accidental hug.

They continued to eat in silence while Shimon told himself not to be depressed about her not knowing about what happened last night. Even if they would have talked about it, it was unlikely that it would lead to anything. It would be improbable for her to feel anything else but embarrassment over this. At least he had a picture he could cherish. The picture of her entering their room with breakfast looking oh so soft and beautiful after a night with her in his arms.

After finishing her soup she placed her bowl down. With her hands holding onto her bowl, she raised her voice again. "Did you – Did you sleep well?"

Glad he had swallowed down the rice in his mouth before that question left her lips, he coughed only a little bit. He glanced at her. Her hands haven't moved from the bowl. "Ugh..."

How should he reply? Would she notice his feelings if he confessed that he slept better than ever? Hold on a second! Did she know something or was it just because he had seemed tired yesterday?

A soft sigh left her after he said nothing else. She folded her hands on her lap looking – dissatisfied?

What had she expected he would say? Perhaps it was time to be honest. He put down the bowl and turned to face her. Taking a big leap and admitted a part of the truth. "Yeah, yeah I did. Great actually."

Her response, a warm smile and a soft glint in her deep blue eyes, made Shimon wonder about its meaning for the rest of their trip.

Someday he might learn the truth.

(1) Shōji is the name for those typical Japanese doors with translucent paper over a frame of wood

(2) As an European I find this strange but I researched typical Japanese breakfast and they really do eat hearty food in the morning. Well, it's not as hearty as the British breakfast, sooo it might not be that strange...

#shimayu #fanfic #a flight toward future

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