#ainana fanfics

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Fool Me Once, 793 words, Riku x Iori, i7 shenanigans

“I swear to god,” Iori groaned, rubbing his temples as Riku followed him into the dorm’s common space, “every time you describe your brother as kind, an angel loses its wings.”

“What?” Riku exclaimed, his kicked-puppy expression glued to Iori and not the five other i7 members shooting him varying looks of concern and dismay. “But Tenn-nii is kind!”

A sudden, metallic crash drew their attention to the kitchen, where Nagi-san was flailing dramatically to the floor.

“My wings!” he cried, clutching his chest as he fell. “Riku, how could you do this to me?”

Iori and Sogo-san sighed in unison.

“Nagi-kun, we need that pan for dinner,” Sogo-san gently chastised.

Still lying on the ground with his eyes closed, Nagi-san picked up the pan and offered it in Sogo-san’s general direction.

Seriously, Iori thought to himself, how is this guy my senior?

“I-it’s not that bad! Really!” Riku defended. “He’s nice!”

Yotsuba-san groaned and fell to the floor.

Riku flushed a deep red.

“In his own way he is!”

“Oh no,” Yamato-san replied in monotone, slowly lowering himself to a horizontal position on the couch while he continued to flip through his magazine. “My wings.”

“Guys,” Riku complained.

“As a big brother myself,” Mitsuki began, ignoring Iori’s eyeroll, “I’m seriously concerned about your standard of niceness.”

“Didn’t you try to sell me, once?” Iori interjected bluntly.

Mitsuki waved away the protest. “I was like, three then. But now when my dear baby brother is upset, I- a superior big brother- make him pancakes in the shape of cute bunnies.”

“How come you only make the rest of us regular pancakes?” Yotsuba-san complained from his wingless position on the carpet.

“Now what does "Tenn-nii" do?” Mitsuki continued pointedly, heedless of the interruption.

“I know this one,” Sogo-san announced proudly before clearing his throat and drawing his features into something poorly resembling Kujo-san’s cold stare. “Nanase, who?”

“But-“

“And what does dear Iori-kun say?” Mitsuki prompted next, grinning widely.

“What?” Iori replied, narrowing his eyes in the face of so many sudden, teasing grins in the room. This felt like a trap. “We’re talking about-“

“Nanase-san,” Yamato-san said in a poor affectation of Iori’s voice, “I’ll make you a superstar!”

Mitsuki pretended to swoon into Yamato’s arms, effectively crushing the man and his magazine into the couch.

Iori frowned, ears burning. “That was-“

“Nanase-san, let me control you,” Nagi said next, reaching his hand out in front of himself like he was on the cover of a shoujo manga.

“You heard that?” Iori exclaimed.

Yotsuba-san laughed. “You said what, Iorin?”

Sogo-san began fanning his face. "Oh my."

“Nanase-san,” Mitsuki picked up next, rising off of Yamato-san to mimic Nagi-san's overtly romantic gesture. “You’re so cute. Ahem, I mean. You’re so stupid.”

Yotsuba-san gasped and pointed. “Iorin’s a tsundere!”

“I am not!” Iori howled. “And I don’t have to stand here and take this. Nanase-san-"

Riku turned toward Iori with wide eyes, his face only a few shades lighter than his hair, and Iori suddenly had no idea why his instinct had been to turn to him in the first place.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yamato-san teased.

“I’m leaving!” Iori declared, retrieving his keys from the shared bowl near the front door. The rainbow keychain he’d given Riku stared back at him mockingly.

“We’re making bunny pancakes for dinner!” Mitsuki reminded him.

“I’ll be back!” Iori huffed angrily, slamming the door behind himself.

Within the dorm, Riku stood frozen.

Tamaki wandered over to lightly fan his burning face.

“S-so…”

“Yay!” Nagi cheered, popping up from the kitchen floor. “Moment of realization!”

“So Iori-kun’s…a better brother to me?” Riku asked haltingly.

Nagi wailed and collapsed back onto the ground, various noises of exasperation and disappointment from the other members following suit.

Riku had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at them. Discreetly, he pulled out his phone.

Iori <3: are they done yet?

Riku: pretty sure, yeah

Riku: “brother” heh

Iori <3: gross. pls don’t make that a thing

Riku: it got them off the trail at least

Riku: tho idk why ur so set on telling ur parents first, obvi they can all tell already

Riku: and Mitsuki's literally ur brother

Iori <3: it’s called respect

Iori <3: and my brother deserves none. he finds out last. or perhaps never.

Riku: whatever u say, bunny <3

Iori <3: agahsjskdk

Iori <3: make sure they don’t eat all the cute pancakes before I get back

Iori <3: honey

Iori <3: ew wait no I don’t like it.

Iori <3: give me a do-over.

Riku: call me riku tomorrow and I’ll call it even, bunny

Riku: especially after u ABANDONED ur dear and loving boyfriend to the WOLVES

Iori <3: …fine. deal

Iori <3: riku

[rabbitenn]

Hiii! I was wondering if I could request hcs for nagi × reader in winter!! pls and thank you🫶

WINTER WONDERLAND.

Even in the colder months, he’s your ever shining star.

ft. Rokuya Nagi x gn! reader.

cw/genre: cute and sweet fluff.

thank you dear nonnie for requesting ! I’m sorry this took so long, I’m hoping you still like it <3

— Needless to say at this point, Nagi is well accustomed to cold weather. Winters are long and frigid in his home country, after all.

— So, in the last months of the year, your boyfriend is really in his element.

— Nagi is someone who’s always ready to go out and visit fun places. Even if the season where the nights become longer and the sun rays are not enough to warm you up would prompt you to stay cooped up under a blanket at home, you can’t just say no to him.

— And so, the colder days illuminate in a thousand memories by your lover’s side, forever wanting to keep them in the softest part of your heart.

— Nagi loves doing any wintry activity with you! From going to cafes and having hot chocolate or coffee, to visiting markets, christmas lights and decorations making the atmosphere vivid and warm despite the cold, to simply walking around the city’s streets watching how the snowflakes dance in the neon lit wind before coating the ground.

— And of course, Nagi eyes the shop windows displaying the new Cocona Magical Winter Outfit! figurine.

— You’ll have to get him one soon, you think, as you watch with a soft expression his northern sky eyes sparkle as he gets impossibly closer to the glass, the lights from the shop reflected in his stare, your favorite aurora.

— And, of course, with the new figurine, comes a new movie from his favorite magical girl anime. Nagi wants nothing more than to have you in his arms as you two enjoy the film.

— Soft blankets, the peaceful atmosphere of his room at the dorms (his friends knew you were visiting, so they gave you some privacy) and matching mugs of sweet hot chocolate (his, of course, Cocona themed).

— Honestly, in this moment, neither of you could ask for anything else.

— Speaking of which, as much as Nagi is always up for going out, if you’re more of a homebody when winter comes around, he’s more than okay with indoor activities too.

— Firstly, he’ll show you all of his anime figurines and merch. Even if the heater wasn’t on, the passion with which he speaks and his wide smile would be enough to keep you warm.

— A pastime he really enjoys when you decide to stay in is baking cookies.

— Due to his upbringing, Nagi didn’t really have the chance to learn how to cook. So, if you’re the one to teach him how to make cookies, he’ll be over the moon!

— And even if you don’t know how to make them, that’s fine too, you learn together.

— Their shape might not be perfect, but the work you put into them makes them taste delicious.

— Not to mention, you made them with your favorite person in the entire world <3

— Another way Nagi would love to spend time with you in winter (back to the outdoors this time) is by having snowball fights.

— Again, because of his royal roots and lack of friends during his childhood and early teen years, it’s likely he didn’t get to experience that kind of joy.

— Seeing him getting so into it, yelling “flying Cocona snowball!” and running towards you as his laughter fills the clouded sky is too precious.

— Nagi’s very romantic and charming (sometimes bordering on cheesy /affectionate), so don’t be surprised when on starry nights, he whispers to you about how the moon and stars reflected over snowy plains can’t hold a candle to you.

— It’s cute, how serious he is when he tells you that, you think, with a chuckle.

— He deserves a kiss (or a few), no?

— With snow drifting from the night above like glittering stardust, and the moon as only witness, it would certainly make for a picture perfect moment ;)

[shane-the-brain]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: IDOLiSH7 (Video Game), IDOLiSH7 (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Momo/Yuki (IDOLiSH7), Oogami Banri/Yuki, Oogami Banri & Yuki, Momo & Yuki (IDOLiSH7) Characters: Yuki (IDOLiSH7), Momo (IDOLiSH7), Oogami Banri, Okazaki Rinto, Kujou Takamasa, Nikaidou Yamato Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heartbreak, Canon Rewrite, Depression, Spoilers, IDOLiSH7 Part 3 Spoilers, IDOLiSH7 Part 2 Spoilers, Feelings Realization Summary:

Yuki always felt that he lived in a world of gray--until he meets Banri, who fills his world with color. When other people laugh, Banri listens, and Yuki can't help but cling to his every word like a desert wanderer finally stumbling upon an oasis. To his own surprise, Yuki begins to realize that he's finally found someone worth sharing his music and time with. The two of them start a band, and their success begins to grow along with their feelings for one another until an untimely tragedy hits....

When Banri suddenly disappears, Yuki is certain that he'll be unable to pick the pieces of his life back up. But Momo will do everything it takes if it means he can hear Yuki sing again, even if it means their days together are numbered.

Note: This is a retelling of the canon timeline of Re:Vale with the intention of making the relationships more explicit. Scenes, quotes, and lyrics were taken from the anime, game, and Re:member manga. Additional creative twists and scenes were added by me, but the bare bones of the plot is all canon-driven.

[written-in-the-stars3]

strawberries & donuts

fandom: IDOLiSH7

characters/pairing: tenn kujo/haruka isumi

words: 3,250

summary: It's well past Valentine's Day, but Haruka really wants to do something special for his boyfriend. However, when he reaches out to Iori and Tamaki- things do not go as planned.

“Do you two know the first thing about making chocolates?”

Haruka shrugged, looking around the IDOLiSH7 dorm kitchen— while Valentine’s Day had passed, he felt a little bad that he wasn’t able to do anything for Tenn. Both of them were busy with work which was unfortunate as it would have been their first Valentine’s Day since the two started dating.

When Haruka finally had a day off at the same time as Tenn, he wanted to do something to make up for missing an important day. Fortunately for him, Tenn had a commitment that morning that he needed to tend to first, which gave him some time to put something together— however, unfortunately he lacked any sort of culinary skills and there was no way he could manage to get this done without any assistance. Therefore, he reached out to Iori and Tamaki regarding his dilemma, hoping they would be able to ask Mitsuki to give him a hand. What he didn’t expect was Tamaki taking the initiative and offering his and Iori’s assistance.

“Of course I don’t. That’s why I wanted to ask your brother for help.” Haruka answered with a sigh as Iori looked around the bags of ingredients he had gotten— he definitely got way too much, but he would rather not run short on materials.

“Unfortunately Nii-san stepped out this morning, but I have some experience with helping at our parents’ bakery.” Iori reassured him. “I can’t say much about Yotsuba-san though. Unfortunately even making instant ramen is rocket science for him.”

Tamaki scoffed at the comment. “Don’t be so mean, Iorin. Makin’ chocolates can’t be too difficult, right? We’ll just help Isumin find an easy recipe and you can help make it all cute since you like that sort of stuff.”

“I-I don’t know what you mean by that… but I suppose I can try for Isumi-san’s sake.” Iori coughed with a very obvious blush to his cheeks, “Can I leave mixing up the ingredients to you two? You can find a simple recipe on the internet. I will see what I can do with decorating.”

Surely he could trust them with that much, right? There were numerous recipes that did not require much cooking so they could manage at least that much without any chaos. As they did that, Iori started looking through the confectionery Haruka had bought. Cute. He could certainly work with this and make something fitting to be a Valentine’s Day gift.

While Iori worked on potential decoration ideas, Haruka started browsing through his phone to look for some simple recipes he could put together in the short time that he had. Tenn would be done with work in a couple hours time so he needed to work fast— after all, their free time together was only limited which was the downside of their careers.

“I found one that should not take too long to make! I think I have all the ingredients too.” Haruka beamed. “Yotsuba, get me some mixing bowls and spoons.”

Tamaki did just that as Haruka started taking the ingredients out one by one. He had never attempted to make chocolates before, but the recipe seemed simple and straightforward enough. One by one, Haruka started measuring the ingredients to toss into the mixing bowl. Things seemed to be going smoothly enough where Iori could start decorating the box to what he hoped would be to Tenn’s liking— not that he really knew what Tenn liked, he was a difficult person to please, but if it was a gift from his boyfriend, then maybe he would be happy with anything.

“Hey, Isumin… do ya think cocoa powder tastes good?” Tamaki asked curiously as he watched Haruka set aside the box of cocoa powder, mixing it with some other contents.

Not even bothering to look up, Haruka shrugged as he put his focus on making sure the contents were of correct consistency just as shown in the video he was referring to. “I dunno, why don’t you try it?”

It wasn’t the fact that Tamaki actually tried it that was surprising for Haruka but the dust of brown powder that was coughed into his face that made him jump back, splattering some of the chocolate mixture onto the kitchen counter and the floor.

“What the hell was that?! Cover your fucking mouth!” Haruka barked back, waving his hand to fan away the cloud of powder when Tamaki let out another cough, eyes watering and the utter look of betrayal on his face.

The commotion had almost made Iori wreck his own little masterpiece that was the chocolate box. Clicking his tongue, he turned his attention to his two bickering friends. “What are you two arguing about? Also please be careful to not make a big mess in the kitchen.”

“Iorin~!” Tamaki whined, letting out a cough as he reached for his water bottle, downing almost half of its contents in one go. “Isumin made me try cocoa powder and it tasted bad!”

“I didn’t make him try shit! He asked if it tasted good and I said I didn’t know!”

“You said ‘I dunno, why don’t you try it?’ So that’s what I did!”

“That doesn’t mean you go off and try it! Of course it’s going to be bitter, dumbass!”

“What are you two? Toddlers?” Iori deadpanned, clearly not amused by their silly little argument. They most definitely did not have the time to settle their ridiculous dispute either. “The fact I agreed to help make chocolates for Kujo-san is already more than I am willing to do, but I most definitely did not agree to babysit you two.”

Tamaki pouted. “He was the one who—”

“We do not have the time to argue over whose fault this is, Yotsuba-san. Please refrain yourself from eating anything like that.” Iori sighed and turned his attention back to the box— he had already started placing the cute confectioneries around to make it more colorful and appealing, focusing more on the pastel pinks and mint greens. Clearly he was having more fun than he would like to admit. “Let’s just get back to work. I doubt Isumi-san has time to waste.”

With each ticking minute, they were slowly running shorter and shorter on time. For someone skilled, it would have been plenty of time. But Tamaki and Haruka were anything but skilled in this department and it was important that he get this done on time and have it be no less than perfect. It wasn’t really like him to make such big gestures, but he figured it couldn’t hurt and he was looking forward to seeing Tenn's face when he finally saw him.

So, without another word about whose fault the cocoa powder incident was, Haruka silently went back to work, putting all his focus on making sure the chocolate batter was to perfection. The consistency seemed perfect to put into the mold and freeze, it smelled delicious too— but it still felt as if something was missing.

“What’s wrong Isumin?” Tamaki asked when he noticed Haruka staring at the batter.

“I feel like it’s missing something… it’s kindah plain.” Haruka hummed, tapping his chin in thought. “Maybe I can add something to give it a bit of a kick. I just don’t know what.”

Tamaki snapped his fingers, eyes sparkling bright. “I know just what we can add! Souchan seems to like it a lot so I’m sure TennTenn will too! You go make room in the freezer and I will finish this up!”

♡

It was another 30 minutes or so before everything was done and the chocolate seemed to have set enough to the point where they could easily slip them out of the mold to set them into the gift box. They looked pretty good and Haruka had even managed to decorate them with a drizzle of milk chocolate which was Iori’s suggestion. 

“Woaaah! These look professional!” Tamaki gasped and clapped his hands when Haruka put the chocolates onto a plate. “Do you think we can try some before packing them up for TennTenn?”

“I don’t see why not! We made a lot, there should be enough to pack even if we each try one.” Haruka answered.

Presentation wise they looked more than perfect— the chocolate so smooth as it perfectly came out of the mold, the little drizzle only making it look cuter. It almost looked as good as the ones he had seen on display at Iori’s family bakery around Valentine’s Day. Now the true test was the taste test. It didn’t matter how good they looked, what mattered the most was that they tasted to perfection. What was the point of good looking chocolate if they didn’t taste as good as they looked? The last Haruka remembered, the batter tasted pretty decent, so he hoped they still tasted just as good. Confidently, they each took a piece of chocolate, ready to take a bite so they could once and for all call the mission to be a success and pack up the chocolates for Tenn—

“I-Isumi-san, what did you put into these chocolates?!” Iori instantly spat his out, not caring how undignified the actions appeared to be as he ran to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“D-Don’t look at me! Yotsuba said he had an idea to give them a kick!” Haruka wheezed, his cheeks turning red as his throat burned when he forced himself to swallow the awful tasting chocolate. “Why the hell does it taste spicy?!”

Tamaki didn’t seem too fond of the taste either, the blue haired teen desperately trying to get past Iori to grab a bottle of his favorite pudding, pouring the contents straight into his mouth for some relief. “I saw Souchan add chili powder into his chocolates once! He said it gives them a fun kick! I figured TennTenn would like it since Rikkun says he and Souchan are so similar!”

“Yotsuba-san.” Iori gasped as he finished the bottle of water, slamming it onto the counter, his cheeks red. “No one, I repeat no one that we know likes that sort of stuff besides Osaka-san! Now we’re going to have to make another batch!”

Sighing, Haruka looked back at the clock. “We don’t have enough time for another batch. I have to go meet up with Tenn soon. I guess I’ll just buy a box of donuts or something.”

It wasn’t a bad idea at all. Tenn loved donuts a lot, but Haruka wanted to try something different. He felt defeated that he couldn’t even successfully make a simple box of chocolates for his boyfriend. Sure, the chili powder wasn’t his own doing and despite his frustrations on that matter, it wasn’t entirely Tamaki’s fault either. The fact he and Iori so graciously helped him out on their own day off was more than he could have asked for (not that he would admit something like to them).

“I am sorry, Isumi-san. At least let me call my parent’s bakery to put aside fresh donuts for you. It’s the least I can do.”

“Yeah! Let us do that much, Isumin! I’ll even throw in some King Pudding for you and TennTenn to share!”

Haruka waved his hand. “Thanks but it’s fine. I’ll figure something else out. Let’s just clean this mess first and I’ll be out of your hair.”

It was just then that the door opened and Mitsuki entered, who kicked his shoes off and aside. “I’m home— woah! What happened here?! Did you guys get into a food fight?”

“Welcome home, Nii-san.” Iori very obviously lit up at the sight of his brother. “Sorry about the mess, we were trying to help Isumi-san make chocolates for Kujo-san, but it didn’t work out. We will clean up now.”

“Eh? Why didn’t it work out?” Mitsuki asked although he figured who must have messed it up when Haruka and Iori both shifted their gaze to Tamaki who looked down in guilt. Laughing softly, Mitsuki put on his slippers and grabbed his apron from the side. “Alright, well let’s see if we can make another batch. Tamaki, Iori, you two start cleaning up the mess you three made. Isumi, you and I will put something together.”

Haruka frowned. “We used up most of the ingredients we had… It’s going to take too long now.”

“Well let’s see what you have left and I’ll see what we have around here. I’m sure we can put something together that doesn’t require much time!” Mitsuki was a lot more optimistic and not to mention, a lot more skilled from working at his family’s bakery. Maybe, just maybe they could fix this awful and spicy mess they got themselves into.

♡

It was around half hour later than the time they had agreed to meet up when Haruka finally arrived at Ryuu’s apartment. Usually he would have had a few texts from Tenn scolding him over the importance of being punctual but given he was yet to receive one of those could only mean that he might have finished with work later than he had anticipated. Holding the box that contained the gift he had made with Mitsuki’s help in one hand, Haruka knocked on the apartment door with the other.

Shuffling and footsteps could be heard on the other side before the front door opened and Haruka was greeted by none other than his boyfriend. “I was just about to text you that I just got back from work. Perfect timing.”

Grabbing Haruka’s wrist, Tenn pulled him inside and closed the door before even risking one of the neighbors stepping out and seeing the two. No matter the status of their relationship, they were still idols and needed to keep their relationship under wraps. 

“You should have told me if you were running late and needed more time.” Haruka muttered as took his shoes off, setting them aside before being dragged along by Tenn yet again. The apartment seemed quiet with the exception of their conversation and footsteps which could only mean that Gaku and Ryuu were likely not home. They weren’t a bother to begin with, but Haruka appreciated being able to have time with just Tenn after what was essentially a few weeks.

“My phone died and I didn’t have my charger on me.” Tenn shrugged and led him to the kitchen where there was a box on the counter that he recognized from no other than the Izumi’s bakery, Fonte Chocolat. “Besides, it’s no big deal. We had a commitment and I wasn’t about to cancel on you or postpone it anymore than I already did.”

“Because that’s highly unprofessional and not how Kujo Tenn does things?” Haruka teased with a snicker.

Tenn rolled his eyes, pulling up one of the kitchen stools to take a seat. “No, because we had been looking forward to this for days. I didn’t want to disappoint you or myself.” He snickered as Haruka blushed from such a response. Before he could pass another comment, the bag in Haruka’s hand caught his attention. “What did you bring?”

Thud. Haruka’s heart sped up, palms sweaty as he had almost forgotten all about that. “O-Oh… ah, this is why I was a little bit late. I made these for you.”

Hesitantly, he held the bag out to him which his boyfriend happily accepted. Haruka watched nervously, his heart feeling as if it were beating in his throat as Tenn took the cute little box out of the bag and carefully undid the ribbons to open the lid to find rows of delicious looking chocolate covered strawberries— each were unique with different confectionery and toppings. Haruka could have sworn he saw a twinkle in Tenn’s eyes.

“You made these?” Tenn asked softly, looking over at his boyfriend who remained flustered and unable to meet his eyes.

“I— ah… Izumi Mitsuki helped me with them. Yotsuba and Izumi Iori tried helping out first but then stupid Yotsuba mixed chili powder into the original batch of chocolates because Osaka likes them and he said you two are similar to each other. I was just going to pick up donuts for you but then Izumi Mitsuki got home but we used up most of the ingredients so he helped me put them together. I wanted to make chocolates for you but this was all I was able to—”

It was a soft pair of lips belonging to his boyfriend that silenced his rambling. Haruka’s eyes went wide in confusion but was quick to reciprocate the sweet gesture which didn’t last long as Tenn pulled back with a gentle smile on his face.

“You were doomed the moment you asked Tamaki-kun and Izumi Iori for help.” Tenn teased as he set the box aside on the counter. 

Huffing, Haruka looked to the side with a soft blush plastered on his cheeks. “Yeah, I guess that was on me… but Izumi Iori did a good job with the box at least. However I’m not letting Yotsuba near food ever again and I think I am more terrified of Osaka now.”

“His spice tolerance is a little concerning, but to each their own.” Tenn chuckled and picked out a strawberry that was dipped in milk chocolate and had what appeared to be cookie crumbles sprinkled on top. The taste was as fantastic as the presentation and he could probably eat all of them in one go— which would be a terrible idea but heck, they deserved to indulge themselves. “It’s really good. I’m really impressed.”

With that, he popped the other half of the strawberry into Haruka’s mouth which the younger boy graciously accepted. It did taste fantastic. He was going to have to thank Mitsuki more than he already did. “It’s pretty good… but it was mostly Izumi Mitsuki’s doing—”

“You still went through the trouble of reaching out for help to make these for me. I just feel a little bad because I only picked up donuts from fonte chocolat in a hurry.” Tenn gestured to the other box on the counter. 

“Eh, why is that a bad thing? Their sweets are always the best—”

Another kiss silenced Haruka before he could finish his sentence, his boyfriend pulling back to face him with a gentle smile and equally gentle smile. If this were a few months ago when they first got together, Haruka would ask Tenn if he were feeling alright as he was being overly affectionate— however, now it felt really nice being able to be comfortable and affectionate with each other like this.

“It’s not a bad thing. I guess I’m just trying to say thank you.” Tenn whispered, giving him another peck to his lips before pulling back with a smile. “Do you want to take these and the donuts and eat them in my room?”

Haruka looked at him amused, trying not to think too hard about the soft suggestive kiss the question followed after. “Hmm, all of it? Wouldn’t that go over our calories limit?” He teased, to which Tenn rolled his eyes at.

“It’s our day off— let’s just pretend they don’t count today.” Surely enough he was in too much of a good mood to care about that. That was a problem for tomorrow. “Come on, we can even play some of your mobile games.”

Haruka smiled as he picked up the box of donuts from the counter. “You had me at sweets and locked me in with games.”

[irisotaku1995]

I wrote an Idolish7 fanfiction on wattpad!

hello everyone! I am a diehard fan of idolish7 and my fav is revale! As the title says I wrote an i7 fanfiction on wattpad. So I would be really happy if you checked it out and tell me what you think! Thanks in advance!

Here is a link to my story :

[feuchen]

my (little) secret - chapter 11

updated my secret identity au (ainana) :D

that chapter was sort of a curse for me that i was editing way too much but... maybe i'm sort-of happy now??

[rikus-hips]

「 Tell Me 」

Yotsuba Tamaki

— [cw] ⨾ sensual

a/n: writing with -nii and -chan rlly brings me back to my wattpad days 🗿 but, i feel like that “translates” better since the english equivalents don’t give that same meaning. i’ll have to come up with a better translation of that next time.

if you somehow stumbled onto this fic not knowing what these mean, here’s a short non-encompassing cheat sheet

-nii = an endearing nickname for your older brother

-chan = an endearing nickname for a close friend

if you look further into the japanese language, you’ll find that this explanation isn’t technically accurate but, for the purpose of reading english fanfiction with limited knowledge of japanese, these definitions work well !

“Ayaaaa. (Y/N)-chaaaan. I’m baaack.”

Tamaki called out into the seemingly empty apartment as he closed the door behind him.

“We’ll be right there, Tamaki!”

Wiping his shoes on the doormat, Tamaki stayed near the front door while taking moment to look around the interior.

The small apartment was decorated warmly, with touches of decor that were definitely picked out by (Y/N) themself.

Various knickknacks and souvenirs were arranged throughout the apartment; a good portion familiar to Tamaki.

“Tama-nii!!”

Aya called out for her brother as she turned the corner and ran into his awaiting arms.

Giggling and greetings abound, Tamaki whirled her around in the air before setting her down, crouching on the balls of his feet.

“Perfect timing. We just finished a special surprise for you.”

(Y/N) entered the hallway with their hands noticeably placed behind their back.

Tamaki tilted his head in confusion as Aya ran to (Y/N)’s side, carefully taking hold of the item behind her own back.

“Close your eyes!”

Tamaki followed Aya’s orders as she placed the secret object around his neck.

“Noooow open!”

“…”

Tamaki ran his hand up and down the crocheted yarn that hung all the way down to his stomach.

At the lowest point of the fuzzy necklace, was a crocheted pouch that looked to fit only a knuckle’s worth of objects.

“What is it?” Tamaki questioned bluntly.

“It’s Tama-nii’s Limited Edition Osama Pudding Pouch!! It can hold up to three puddings at a time.”

“No way!!”

“Yup! (Y/N) taught me how to crochet and then helped me make it.”

“You made this yourself, Aya?!”

“Sure did!”

Aya puffed out her chest with a satisfied grin as Tamaki reveled at the handmade gift.

(Y/N) watched quietly as the siblings shared a heartwarming moment.

“It’s getting dark soon, you two better start heading home.” (Y/N) chided.

Both Yotsuba siblings turned towards them with a pout.

(Y/N) chuckled, always finding joy in watching the two exhibit matching behavior.

“Don’t give me that look. Aya, go pack your things, okay?”

“Okaaay.”

Tamaki stood up in front of (Y/N) as Aya rounded the corner.

“Isn’t Aya the best?”

Tamaki fiddled with the custom-made pudding pouch, grin still stretched across his face.

Leaning in towards Tamaki, (Y/N) playfully elbowed his arm.

“Aaand?”

Tamaki continued to fiddle with his present, stopping only when (Y/N) elbowed him a bit harsher.

“Huh? Did you say something?”

With a pout, (Y/N) sharply turned their head away from Tamaki.

“So mean!”

They began to fake cry in an absurd fashion, signaling to Tamaki that they were not serious.

Still, he was confused about what they were hinting at.

After glancing at his pudding pouch again, it appeared that he had finally understood what (Y/N).

“Aaah, sorry (Y/N)-chan— I didn’t even grab any pudding for myself on the way here so I don’t have any for you.”

(Y/N) blinked in disbelief.

They let out a sigh, “Nevermind..”

Stepping into the kitchen, (Y/N) produced an ousama pudding from the fridge and threw it into Tamaki’s awaiting hands.

Tamaki continued to stare quizzically at (Y/N) as Aya re-entered the hallway.

“I got all my stuff.”

(Y/N) leaned on the counter, “Even your bracelets?”

“Mhm.”

Aya crouched on the ground as she begun to put on her shoes.

(Y/N) hesitantly looked back towards Tamaki, who hadn’t let up his stare.

They quickly looked away without a word, awkwardly slinking into the kitchen to avoid further eye contact.

Aya stood up, tugging at her brother’s sleeve to signal she was ready to go.

Tamaki glanced down at his sister before resting a hand atop her head.

“Wait outside for a little, okay Aya? There’s something I gotta talk to (Y/N) about.”

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably, deciding to occupy their fidgety hands with the dirty dishes.

“Okay, but hurry up. It’s getting late.”

“I will.”

With a ruffle of the hair, Aya exited the apartment and waited by the door, occupying herself with her phone.

Tamaki walked onto the kitchen tile, standing directly behind (Y/N) who was now rewashing the last plate several times over.

“(Y/N)-chan, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

Tamaki let out a frustrated sigh before spinning (Y/N) to the face him, hands firmly gripping their hips.

“I told you, I’m an idiot. You have to tell me when something’s bothering you or else I won’t know.”

(Y/N) fiddled with their fingers, stalling for time.

Despite his impatience, Tamaki continued to wait for (Y/N)’s answer.

The longer the two had been friends, the more they grew to understand and adapt to each other’s tendencies.

(Y/N) had learned not to take Tamaki’s aloofness to heart.

Tamaki had learned what it looked like when (Y/N) wasn’t voicing their troubles.

“I just… I worked really hard to get the right supplies and figure out how to crochet before I could teach Aya and then figuring out a pattern that would fit three pudding jars…”

‘And you didn’t even acknowledge me.’

(Y/N) felt frustration tears coming on.

‘This is stupid, I never should have said anything.’

Another habit that Tamaki had become familiar with was (Y/N)’s tendency to close up after voicing their emotions.

He had even asked Sogo what he could do to help them better express their true feelings.

“Wh.. What can, I do, to help right now?”

The words were clunky coming out of Tamaki’s mouth but he planned on getting used to them.

A minute of silence passed by as (Y/N) concentrated on processing their feelings into words.

The steady support around their hips provided by the comforting hands of Tamaki helped to ground (Y/N) through their train of thought.

“I think just telling you made me feel better. Since now you know I put a lot of effort into this surprise...”

Tamaki’s face remained neutral as (Y/N) shrunk into themself out of embarrassment.

“And I already told you so that’s that!” (Y/N) stammered out a last ditch effort to save their pride.

“It’s getting even later now so-“

“That’s all?”

Tamaki tugged (Y/N)’s hips towards him, successfully pulling them into his chest.

Replacing his previous grip was a hand atop their head and a hand on the small of their back.

“…Huh?”

“I knew you helped Aya make my gift..”

He began to knead at (Y/N)’s lower back in a way he knew they found relaxing.

“I should have said this sooner. (Y/N)-chan, thank you. You worked hard on this present for me.”

(Y/N) felt their head lean into the head pats and gentle scratches of Tamaki’s fingers in their hair.

“I always appreciate what you do for me and Aya. I thought you already knew.”

“I do! It’s just…”

(Y/N) finally relaxed in Tamaki’s arms, leaning into him, gingerly gripping onto the fabric that covered his chest.

Tamaki tilted his head so that his lips rested on (Y/N)’s earlobe.

“I’ll tell you more directly from now on. (Y/N)-chan, you’re the best.”

The whispered words woke up (Y/N)’s skin with a shiver

“Y-you don’t have to-”

Featherlight pecks began to trail their way from (Y/N)’s ear to their neck.

“(Y/N)-chan, You’re so cute..”

“..(Y/N)-chan, I like you a lot..”

“..(Y/N)-chan…”

The kisses reached their final destination at (Y/N)’s pulse point, their face practically glowing red with the concoction of various heart-pumping emotions.

“And If you keep forgetting, I’ll just keep reminding you.”

Tamaki placed a swift kiss on the tip of (Y/N)’s nose before leaning back to see their face.

“Alright?”

Tamaki’s bashful grin caused (Y/N) to grip onto his shirt even tighter, knees now certainly weak.

“M-mhm..”

“Hehe. Good.”

Tamaki gave (Y/N)’s hair a thorough ruffle before swiftly exiting the apartment.

(Y/N)’s knees finally gave out as they slowly lowered themself onto the kitchen tile, a hand on their neck delicately tracing the invisible line of kisses.

‘He left.. just like that… with me like this…..Did he do that on purpose? Was he just unaware of his charm?? Am I dreaming???’

(Y/N) held their head in their hands as they yelled out into the empty apartment.

“-Aaagh!! Tamaki Yotsuba, you’re so mean!!!”

[sunflower-le-tournesol]

Ainana fandom — when does Re:Vale find out that Riku and Tenn are twins? I am working on a fic, and it’s a small detail but I can’t remember if they know or not. Help?

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hey! if u speak spanish, please read my IDOLiSH7′s drables!

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‪I’m writing a new i7 fanfic! The prologue is POSTED and the first chapter will be up tomorrow! It’s a sort of crossover between i7 and Ghost Hunt for halloween! It’s also ioriku! So if you’re interested, please check it out! 😊‬

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Since Re:vale was very poor during the start of their career, can you do an ff where Momo and Yuki can't afford heating so they cuddle to sleep (or even if the heat is on, it's still very cold.) I attempted it myself and let's just say it turned out very sad (and they did not cuddle. I can't seem to write happy things.) The themes are fluff with sad feelings.

It's only a request so please do it if you feel comfortable.

ofc! thanks so much for the request :) fic under the cut

author's note: this ended up being a lot longer than i planned but i really enjoyed the challenge of balancing fluff and angst. apologies if it's not quite sad enough. there's some handwavy canon stuff about yuki's past that i invented to suit the story but otherwise i tried to keep it universe-accurate and toyed with how the married couple routine they use might create some mental/emotional distance between re:vale despite their physical closeness (overall its still pretty mushy though lol). i sincerely hope you enjoy it @iamokay13 !

Yuki stirred when he heard the front door click open, awkwardly dragging the heavy blankets he’d cocooned himself in away from his face. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. 

“Who’s there?”

Momo responded with a breathy laugh, struggling audibly with the door. 

“Who do you think?”  

Groggily, Yuki heaved himself onto his elbows to peek over the back of the couch, chin pillowed on the scratchy cushion. He spied at least three plastic bags hanging from Momo’s arms, their contents swinging wildly as he attempted to pull the door shut with his foot, hands busy balancing a tower of mismatched tupperware that promised them warm dinners throughout the week. The only thing indicating it was Momo at all was the hint of blue hair poking out over the top. 

“Hello sentient tupperware,” Yuki murmured, slumping back down onto the couch. 

The door clicked shut. 

“Yes!”

Yuki blinked despondently up at the popcorn ceiling. 

“The heater’s still broken. Landlord won’t fix it until next week.”

“No!” Momo cried, followed by the sound of what must be twenty plastic containers tumbling out of his arms and onto their kitchen counter. “Can’t you, I don’t know, seduce him or something to get it fixed faster?”

Yuki raised a pale eyebrow, aware that Momo wouldn’t be able to see it from this angle and confident that he’d sense it all the same. 

“The only person that would work on is you.”

“But you’re so handsome!”

Yuki pulled the blankets back over his face. Muffled, he asked, “Any luck with your savings? He might call maintenance sooner if we can pay half.”

Momo laughed awkwardly, their fridge humming open and shut. 

“If by savings you mean my old piggy bank, then we’re 2700 yen richer.”

Yuki sighed. 

“I think my mom’s decided that we’re starving artists-”

“We are starving artists,” Yuki interrupted bluntly. 

“-so she sent me home with like, the whole kitchen. You weren’t even there and she was all Yuki darling is too skinny these days, practically skin and very handsome bones, he really ought to be eating more, and then I was all-”

“She calls me darling, too?”

“No, I’m exaggerating for effect, darling. Now shh.” 

With a soft gasp, Yuki suddenly bolted up from the couch. “Did you hear that?”

Momo froze with wide eyes, one hand on the handle of their most-intact cabinet. “Hear wha-”

“Shh!” Yuki insisted, draping himself partly over the back of the couch to ensure Momo remained still and quiet while his eyes darted suspiciously over the apartment. 

“Do you think it’s a ghost?” Momo whispered fearfully. 

“Maybe,” Yuki whispered back, holding a finger over his lips. “Listen.”

Without the hum of the heating unit permeating the small space, the apartment was chillingly silent. In fact, if Yuki focused, he could almost make out the fearful thud of Momo’s heart as he stood frozen, poised in anticipation and ready to-

“Ah,” Yuki sighed, smiling slightly and dragging his blankets further up his shoulders. “The sound of peace and quiet.”

Momo practically sagged in relief, even as he grabbed their kitchen towel and hurled it towards Yuki where they both watched it flutter harmlessly to the ground. 

“You handsome jerk!” 

Momo’s sister’s initials were still sewn into the corner, right next to the burn mark Yuki had caused attempting to soften butter in their microwave. The mark she didn’t know about, and wouldn’t ever I’d Yuki had anything to say about it. 

Slowly, Yuki asked, “Is this what the tabloids would call a lover’s quarrel?” 

“Hmph!” Momo complained, turning his head away with a performative frown. 

Blankets dragging behind himself, Yuki moved to sit across from Momo at the kitchen island, falling easily into the back and forth they were developing for their stage personas. 

“The next time Mr. Shimooka-san invites us for an interview, I’m gonna tell the whole world you keep trying to give me heart attacks,” Momo declared, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. 

Yuki braced his elbow on the countertop, prepared to pillow his chin on his palm with a suggestive smile and a heart-pounding innuendo, when he jerked away from the cold sensation instead, flailing his blanket cape to keep from falling off the stool entirely. 

“No you won’t,” Yuki said instead once he’d regained his balance, pulling a corner of the fabric over his heat-stained cheeks. 

Momo continued to move around the kitchen, pulling things down from various cabinets and drawers and fiddling with the microwave with his back turned, humming a popular song about karma. 

Yuki could hear the smile in his voice. 

“No I won’t,” Momo agreed softly, spinning on his heel a few moments later and placing a warm plate of curry in front of Yuki. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Ye-”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Momo interrupted, waving his finger in front of Yuki’s face. “Don’t forget I know what your lying face looks like, darling! Your eyes get all sneaky.”

Yuki frowned, readjusting the blanket around himself while he poked at his food, only belatedly realizing that he had been hungry. 

“I thought my eyes were handsome?”

Where Yuki expected a wide smile to bloom over Momo’s face and gushing compliments to follow, he found only guilt when he glanced upward. 

Yuki tensed. “Why are you-”

“Yuki I forgot to tell you I wiretapped the apartment for a TV show,” Momo admitted in a rush. 

“You what?” Yuki exclaimed, jumping off of the stool, face burning as he looked frantically around the room. “When did you-?”

Momo laughed, rounding the counter to place an obnoxious kiss to Yuki’s still-burning cheek. “Got you back, Yu-ki.”

“You..” Yuki made an incoherent sound of relief, coated with surprise and displeasure both as he melted to the ground, thumb subtly brushing warmth over the skin Momo’s lips had pressed against. It was just an act, Yuki reminded himself. In spite of the closed doors, it was still just an act. 

“I’m so embarrassed,” Yuki whispered, burying his face in his hands. 

“Cheer up, darling!” Momo cooed, flopping onto the couch and gathering Yuki’s other, abandoned blankets around himself. “Finish your meal so we can be warm together.”

“I think I’ll die.”

“But how could I go on living without your handsome eyes to look at?” Momo complained. 

Yuki sighed, deciding to remain crouched on the ground for a few moments longer while he looked around the sorry state of their apartment- shared, for the sake of rent, and still their fridge was only full of borrowed tupperware and little else. A few of their cabinets wouldn’t shut properly, the hot water never lasted for more than ten minutes at a time, and the only reason they had furniture in the first place, threadbare as it was, is because the previous renter had left it all behind. 

And now the heater was broken in the middle of winter. 

“At this rate, neither of us is gonna last too long.” 

Momo’s voice was quieter when he asked how their ticket pre-sale was going. 

“We’ve filled maybe a tenth of the seats,” Yuki replied, rising slowly to return to his plate of curry, determined to fill his gut with warmth instead of dread. 

“But we go on this Saturday,” Momo pointed out, his head popping up over the back of the couch with concern. “And that’s…how much would that pay us?”

Yuki shrugged, moving around his food with the spoon as he ran sums in his head. “About enough to pay for the venue, I think. Maybe pocket change for us.”

Momo collapsed back onto the couch with a soft, wheezing thud, and Yuki thought he probably had his hands cupped over his face. Momo always did that when he was stressed. 

“Was it…was it this hard when you and Ban-san started out?” Momo asked in a small voice and Yuki took a moment to consider the question. 

“Yes and no,” he finally answered, poking at his plate. “For some of that first year, I was still connected to my parents bank account and I lived at home so there was no food or rent to pay for. However, drawing a crowd is always difficult in the beginning.” Yuki shrugged, tightening the blanket around his shoulders. “The music speaks for itself, but it takes time for people to listen. There’s a lot of noise in the world.”

“Right,” Momo murmured quietly. “Right,” he repeated, seemingly more to himself than to Yuki. “It’s just time.”

Yuki frowned. “Why do you sound so-?”

“Maybe I should get a job!” Momo interrupted, the sudden cheer in his voice throwing Yuki off kilter. 

“What?” Yuki asked. “But you have a job. It’s…us. We’re the job.”

“No, Yuki darling. A part-time one. I’ve…I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately but the place I was working at during college isn’t hiring at the moment so I circled a few of the listings in the paper to check out.”

���You what?”

Yuki set his spoon down in favor of spinning yesterday’s newspaper towards himself and flipping towards the section for job listings, finding Momo’s signature scrawl all over the place- dotted with frowny face notes for places that had already managed to fill the positions they were advertising for. Question marks and clumsy stars were littered near the others. 

“You’ve already started calling,” Yuki realized. 

“Mm,” Momo said. “It makes the most sense, doesn’t it?”

Yuki swatted the newspaper to the counter, shifting on the barstool to glare accusingly at the couch blocking Momo from view. 

“I could've talked to-”

“I know,” Momo interrupted, voice soothing and sure of himself. “But you’re the one who writes all the music, Yuki. I don’t know a lot about it like Ban-san, so the best I can do is make you tea while you work and…” Momo cut himself off with a light chuckle, something self-deprecating in the sticky sweetness of it. “Well, it just makes more sense for me to be the one to work, y’know?”

“I-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Momo scolded again, but without the polished finger waved in Yuki’s face and the usual pleased amusement behind the sound, it grated against Yuki’s ears. “Don’t lie, darling. You’re too handsome for that.”

Yuki huffed unhappily and reached for the sharpie Momo had left out on the counter, quickly scanning through the circled listings and crossing out all of the ones that would have Momo working late hours or doing a lot of manual labor. If Momo was going to twist Yuki’s arm about this, there was no way he’d allow Momo to work a job he’d hate. 

When Yuki finished, he found the listings Momo had been okay with slashed in nearly an even half. 

“Stupid,” Yuki muttered beneath his breath.

“Cold,” Momo corrected from the couch. 

Sighing like he’d been asked to take a thirty minute drive for Momo’s favorite gingerbread muffins, Yuki rose from his seat with his blanket billowing behind him and wandered toward Momo, whose lips were ticking up at the corners. 

Yuki frowned in retaliation, well aware that he probably looked ridiculous, before collapsing face-first into his outstretched, waiting arms. 

Momo sighed in contentment as he rearranged the blankets around the both of them to seal in what little body heat they produced, squeezing Yuki close to his chest once he was satisfied. 

Yuki allowed it, content to pretend that he hadn’t intended for them to end up like this in the first place by strategically waiting for Momo on the couch. 

“So cozy,” Momo cooed, running his hand up and down Yuki’s back- smoothing and rucking up the fabric in slow, even strokes. “We even have a fireplace.”

Yuki raised his head skeptically. 

“Is the cold getting to your head? Because-”  

Grinning wide, Momo’s eyes flicked to the wobbly coffee table beside them. 

Yuki followed his gaze and let out an amused scoff, eyes rolling, because Momo’s phone was propped against Yuki’s stack of songwriting folders, showing a bright, burning fireplace. 

“You’re stupid,” Yuki murmured lightly, tucking his face against Momo’s neck where his growing smile wouldn’t be found, pressing the cold tip of his nose to his partner’s racing pulsepoint.  

“I’m your stupid,” Momo whispered back, tightening the clasp of his arms around Yuki’s back. 

Momo’s body was soft and warm underneath him, the lingering unease in Yuki’s stomach lulled into peacefulness where it was pressed against his partner’s like the first, cautious snow against the ground. 

Yuki closed his eyes. 

He could be happy like this, Yuki thought. Even with the heater broken. Even with the apartment slowly falling to ribbons around them while they sang to empty venues. Even with the act reminding Yuki what they were not to each other, as long as Momo was here.

With him.

“Sleep, darling.”

As long as Momo would- 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Momo promised quietly, twining a tentative hand into Yuki’s hair like he could scoop the errant thought from his head and, despite himself, Yuki felt himself relax.

[rabbitenn]

HIDDEN REGION.

No one dared to brave the castle deep in the snowy woods. The legends told obscure tales of lost souls that followed the singing voice through the trees. And yet, you don’t believe it. What awaits inside the palace’s rooms?

ft. dragon prince Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: halloween special, romance, fluff, fantasy au, reader wears a dress.

Something special I wanted to write based on TRIGGER’s spooky night artworks ! I’m not sure I’ll be able to write one for each of them, but I wanted to at least post one for my dear Tenn 🩷 I hope it’s an enjoyable read for you all <3

Don’t step into the woods in winter.

Those were the words you had grown up hearing, ever since you were a toddler, cuddled up in bed with your stuffed animals, as your mother told you stories.

You had heard the legend countless times, and yet, you couldn’t help the fascination that came with it.

No one knows what lies at the end of the snowy lane.

The trees sing, and those who dance to their wintry song lose themselves, never returning the same.

Why? What hid in that forest that could be so scary?

Despite all the warning signs, the more you heard the tale, the more intent you became on deciphering this enigma.

Theoretically, there was some kind of palace or fortress past the woods.

Or at least, you had been able to infer as much after thorough research on the topic, varying versions of the tale being depicted in the books at the local library.

Still, there were missing pieces to this puzzle…

Something is definitely not adding up.

And so, now here you stand, in front of warnings inscribed in blood red, an attempt to dissuade trespassers or utterly reckless souls.

You take a deep breath.

Then, you step inside, under the decrepit tree canopies that seem to curve into each other, obscuring the soon to be dusk sky.

Nothing seems amiss so far, you think, as your footsteps leave indentations in the pristine snow.

Just… the silence.

It’s a little overwhelming. As if the tortuous branches were holding their breath.

They are too still now that you pay more attention to them…

Your steps suddenly feel too loud. Even your breath forming puffs before you seems to intrude in the silence of the trees.

The calm before the storm.

For, the next thing you know, music fills the gelid grove.

Or rather, a voice.

It’s… gentle, soft… like…

An angel’s.

You feel compelled to follow it, the trees swaying now, a gentle breeze lifting up rivulets of snow, glittering against the twilit sky like starlight.

And yet, you don’t feel cold.

You power forward, keeping your wits about you.

Whoever’s singing must be nearby.

By the time the crescent moon watches from her throne, and flecks of stardust are the only illumination in the woods, you reach the end of the road.

A huge building rises before you.

A castle, its walls of molten moon.

The bricks forming it have a bluish sheen to it. Almost as if…

You put your palm against the stone.

So cold.

Like ice.

You take a couple steps backwards, noticing the big picture.

The gates are open and warm light pours out of the windows.

The voice seems to emanate from them.

You step inside.

—

Despite the icyness of the exterior, the palace’s hall is warm, as if gentle sunshine was clinging to you.

And that melody.

You believe it’s that voice that’s keeping you warm.

It’s louder here, wrapping around you like your blankets did as a kid, as you listened to the story you’ve decided to become the protagonist of.

You follow the notes, until they stop.

A white door stands before you, a crystal handle shaped like a scaly wing beckoning you to turn it.

You swallow.

Silence again, like in the woods before your guiding song started.

For a moment, you close your eyes, steeling yourself.

You place a hand on the knob.

The door opens.

“Hello, outlander.” A male voice, the same voice that’s led you here, greets. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

—

Your eyes snap to the end of the room, where a table is set, someone already sitting down.

Maroon eyes meet yours, quartz-like, speckled in rosé in the dim light. The gaze is… harsh, cold, but beneath it you feel unbridled kindness, the sweetness of powdered sugar in chilly wintry dawns.

Framing them, deepest night and stardust seem to converge, the man’s long lashes casting shadows over the pools of sunrises contained in his stare.

Silken moonlight falls lightly around his face, perfectly framing his features.

He’s the prettiest being you’ve ever laid eyes upon.

Almost angelic, were it not for his frown and the tight line of his lips.

“Please, take a seat.” He gestures to the multiple empty chairs gathered around with the cup he’s holding.

Bright cobalt liquid glimmers inside of it, oddly enticing despite its unusual color.

And against your better judgment, you join him.

A crown of pure white hovers above his head, akin to a thorny halo, a spectral glow radiating from it.

A few moments pass in silence, with you trying not to stare at him (and failing).

You just… can’t take your eyes off him.

Who is he? What is he? A prince? But where is the rest of the court?

A fallen angel perhaps?

To live in this frigid plane… It must be so lonely, so desolate…

He graces you with a subtle smile, the melodic lilt of his voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

“All questions will be answered at tonight’s ball.” Your glass magically fills with the same blue liquid as his.

At your fearful expression, he chuckles.

“It’s not poisonous, rest assured.” As if to prove his point, he takes a sip from his own drink.

And that’s when you notice the lack of color on his lips.

Like faded peony blooms, washed out pink is overridden with nightshade.

Does he feel cold? You wonder, your brows furrowing in concern.

“Can I at least…” You begin, before you can stop yourself. “Know your name?”

You aren’t sure what made you ask this question, but something in you broke a little at the sadness and hurt you could see in those kind eyes, burdened by hardship.

“Tenn…” He softly utters. “My name.”

You give him a kind smile, introducing yourself.

“It is my pleasure to meet you, Tenn.”

The rest of the meal goes by in comfortable silence. The food feels homey and warming, regardless of the biting winter ruling these woods.

As for the blue drink… you temptatively take a sip. It’s cool and sweet, not unpleasant in the slightest.

After a while, something frigid touching your hand jolts you up from the tranquility.

You look down to see Tenn’s hand gently grabbing yours.

So cold…

“Come with me. Let us join the ball.”

You wonder if there’s anyone else in this castle, or if what he calls ‘ball’ is some kind of prison cell where he’s going to throw you in until you freeze to death.

However, you don’t feel any kind of animosity from him.

Tenn just seems… very sweet and very lonely too.

A soft symphony can be heard, its ebb and flow coming from somewhere higher; it gets louder as you and your host ascend spiraling stairs.

When you finally reach the top, Tenn pushes open a door.

Behind it, a dim lit room awaits, shadows of the starlight above reflected against its wooden floor, as a music box plays the incessant melancholy song.

You stare at him, wondering.

“Ah… Excuse..” You begin.

But then, the man turns to face you, brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face.

“Oh, yes, how could I forget? You will need a proper dress for the occasion.”

With a snap of his fingers, the corner of his frigid lips rises as he nods in approval.

When you look down, a silvery gown matching his own clothes falls around your waist. The skirt is adorned in flecks of blue glitter, like pieces of the fragmented sky through snowy clouds.

It’s beautiful… But how? Who is he really?

Well, you suppose this is the ball, so you take the chance to ask.

“Who… or what, are you?” You venture, as one of his cold hands laces with yours, the other on the small of your back.

“It’s complicated, and maybe you wouldn’t believe it… But I’m a prince.”

Well, you don’t doubt it with his looks.

“But why are you here? Prince of where?” You press forward, as he spins you around the starlit room.

He smiles, and you think the gesture is a little sad.

“I… left my kingdom. To protect my family. I’m supposed to be the keeper of these woods due to my powers, but…” He trails off, those long lashes fluttering closed as he exhales.

“You were cursed.” You finish the sentence for him.

Tenn’s rosy eyes widen, his movements faltering for a second.

“The ice… all the snow… this…” You stop dancing, holding his freezing hands. “This is your curse, right?” You give him a look of concern. “You protected everyone, but in doing so, all the warmth was stripped from you…”

He offers another woeful smile.

“You’re quite sharp, aren’t you?” He whispers, in the starry centimeters separating you two.

He touches his spiky halo.

“This… crown…” Tenn says, disdain and hurt lacing his voice. “Acts as a tether of sorts… It can’t be removed, it will only break when the curse is dispelled.”

In your breathless silence, you realize the music has halted.

You can’t leave him alone here.

You must find a way to help him.

“How can the curse be broken?” You ask, determined.

“That’s part of it. I can’t know.” The crescent moon illuminates his perfect profile.

How can someone so kind suffer this twisted fate all alone?

You’re not leaving here. Not until you find a way to revert Tenn’s curse.

“I’m staying with you.” You blurt out. “I’m staying here until I find the way to end this curse.”

“I can’t ask you to-“

“You’re not asking me to, I’m staying of my own volition.” You cut him off.

With that, the so called ball comes to an end for tonight.

Tenn shows you to a set of unused chambers, for you to stay in freely for as long as you’d like.

You say your goodnights and pass out without even bothering to change clothes.

Today’s been a long day.

Outside your door, Tenn’s cheeks feel a little warm.

When was the last time that happened?

He no longer recalls.

—

Days merge into weeks spent by the prince’s side.

Even if cold reigns around the palace grounds, you’re either getting used to it or the temperature has begun to rise.

Tenn knows very well it’s the latter.

During this time, you’ve learned more about his powers. Tenn possesses dragon magic. Sometimes he can summon wings and a tail, you’ve observed his flying figure many a time at dawn, the sun glinting off of the iridescent scales of his wings.

He’s beautiful.

And after all this time spent with him, you can’t deny the fact that you don’t want to ever leave this place.

Neither of you has voiced it yet, but it is clear you two share a bond that goes well past platonic.

You knew, since the evening nightmares plagued your dreams and he sang for you; in the way his hands (are they warmer now?) linger for a little longer after you two finish dancing, or when he passes a glass to you.

In this icy world, Tenn makes your heart flutter, impossible heat rising to your chest, to your face, sending tingles to your lips; an ache for him.

Would it be okay, if you revealed that to him?

You don’t want to burden him anymore than he already is… And yet, something inside you urges you to whisper the three magical words into his ear.

Luckily for you, tonight Tenn wants to have another ball with you.

You were notified previously this time, and you didn’t hesitate to don the dress the boy your heart belongs to gifted you on your first night here.

A full moon greets you tonight when you reach the attic room.

Multicolored starlight dances across the floor, its sheen entwining with the moonbeams that cast you and your beloved in an ethereal glow.

The nightly illumination catches on the silver accessory pinning the prince’s hair to one side, his crown of thorns dimmed.

No music accompanies the scene this time, as if the spinning ballerina from the music box knew that, for tonight, your heartbeats and your sincere words should take the spotlight.

You take the lead this time, one of your hands tenderly grasping Tenn’s, the other one resting on his shoulder, the silk from his clothes warm under your palm.

Warm.

He’s no longer freezing.

You steal a furtive glance towards his lips.

They’re not that dull frozen hue anymore, no.

A subtle pink fills them in, akin to cherry blossoms after long cold nights.

Your heart pounds faster; perhaps there is hope for the curse to break, maybe him not being alone is subduing its effects.

You must tell him.

“Tenn,” You call him, as you sway around the nightlit floor. “I have something to tell you.”

His hold tightens a little on you, as if he was afraid you’d melt away, an ephemeral ice statue, succumbing to the blazing rays of dawn.

“What is it, [Y/n]?” He asks, quartz-like gaze set on you, the sparkles from your dress and the constellations above, reflected in them.

You take a step closer to him, your noses almost touching.

“I think…” You start, then close your eyes for a moment. When you open them, you look at Tenn with resolve. “No, I’m sure.” Both of your hands find his, your thumbs running over the back of them, as if you were attempting to dissolve the remains of ice tainting them.

“I love you, Tenn.” You breathe, to him, to the moon, to the stars.

One moment you’re millimeters apart, and the next his lips caress yours.

The hands you were holding are definitely warm now as they cup your face. Your arms wrap around the dragon prince’s shoulders, pulling him closer and closer to you, until your heartbeats dance as one.

Something wet and cold lands on your cheeks.

Tears.

Tenn’s tears.

They pool at your feet, shattered shards of frost that can’t withstand the unbound affection you hold for each other.

His hands lose in your hair, his searing kiss taking in your every heartbeat, a collection of sunrises he could endlessly sing about.

Eventually, however, you need to pull away for air.

And yet, when you do, you gasp, holding your breath.

The thorned halo that used to rest atop his head is no more.

It lies shattered on the ground.

In its place a silver crown with subtle rose gems sits.

A wide grin curls your lips.

“Tenn… the curse…” You can’t quite finish the sentence before his arms have tightly wrapped around you.

“It’s over.” His forehead rests on yours. “You broke it, my [Y/n]. Thank you so much.” Tenn utters, with a last fleeting kiss.

If you had paid attention to yourself, however, you would have realized your own dress resembles a gentle dawn now; shades of lilac and gold glittering on your skirt.

Beneath the full moon, your gazes cross.

“I love you too.” Are Tenn’s words, as the music starts to play.

[kaix-maxi]

i just published my mitsuki fanfic of him being scouted on ao3! it’s also available on wattpad so check it out if you’re interested!

[written-in-the-stars3]

soup & kisses

fandom: IDOLiSH7

characters/pairing: tenn kujo/haruka isumi

words: 1,960

summary:

Tenn sighed. “For the last time, you are making a big deal out of nothing. I am fine to work-”

“Lay down or the next text goes to Nanase and I will tell him you’re sick.”

Not a single word from Tenn as he quietly laid back down on his bed. He knew very well that Haruka was not bluffing. If Riku was to find out that he was unwell and trying to go to work, he would show up within a heartbeat, which he did not have the patience for right now.

Tenn falls ill and Haruka stays home to take care of him. 

Getting out of bed only proved to be a challenge when Tenn attempted to bring his legs over the sides and push himself up. His entire body ached— muscles feeling like they were on fire and bones like sandpaper rubbing against each other. On top of that, his skin was burning… Yeah, it was safe to say that he was sick.

Despite the very obvious signs that he should not be leaving the apartment, he checked the time to see that he was supposed to meet Ryuu and Gaku at the studio in the next hour. A commitment is a commitment, especially as an idol. He would be damned if he missed a recording session— booking a studio took time and money, not to mention, it wasn’t fair for him to waste his unitmates’ time either.

‘I can pop a few pills and that should help me get through the next few hours at most…’ He reasoned with himself. He had performed in worse conditions, he could manage a recording session.

Resting his hands on the mattress to give himself some leverage, he pushed himself up and out of bed, only for a pair of hands to push him to sit back down.

Fuck. 

“And where the hell do you think you’re going, asshole?” Haruka asked, hands on his hips as he stared Tenn down for an explanation.

“It always baffles me how sweet you are to me, my dear.” Tenn scoffed, the younger boy rolling his eyes from the sarcasm in his tone. “I have work. Where else would I be going?”

Haruka did not appear surprised by his answer. If anything, he seemed annoyed by it. This was not anything new— whenever Tenn fell sick, Haruka found himself in a constant battle with his boyfriend, which he usually lost… But not today! Oh, no. Today he was determined to not let Tenn have his way.

“You’re not going anywhere. You can hardly stand and you expect to work in this condition? I don’t want to get a call from someone saying they found you dead in the streets.”

Sighing, Tenn rolled his eyes. “You’re being dramatic. I can take some medicine and get through today’s recording. I promise I will rest as soon as I am done with work.”

There was no way Haruka was going to give into that. Tenn would be stupid to think that he could let him get away with that. When he lived alone, Tenn was able to get away with something like this— as an idol, he made it a habit of putting himself second to everything else, that included sometimes neglecting his own health to go through with a commitment (much to Gaku and Ryuu constantly reminding him to take it easy on himself). But now Haruka was here and old habits needed to die.

“You are staying home. I’m letting your friends know you can’t make it. You can reschedule your recording for another day.” He had already grabbed Tenn’s phone before he had a chance to argue, already typing out a quick text in the Trigger group chat.

Tenn sighed. “For the last time, you are making a big deal out of nothing. I am fine to work-”

“Lay down or the next text goes to Nanase and I will tell him you’re sick.”

Not a single word from Tenn as he quietly laid back down on his bed. He knew very well that Haruka was not bluffing. If Riku was to find out that he was unwell and trying to go to work, he would show up within a heartbeat, which he did not have the patience for right now.

Maybe getting some rest would not be the worst idea… his body felt weak and most of his energy would be wasted in getting to the studio. Expecting himself to record seemed out of the question… but he could not let Haruka know that he was right either. Call it stubbornness on his end— despite being in a relationship and sharing an apartment, old habits did not die out.

“Take a nap. I’ll get you something to eat, alright?”

Tenn made a face at that. Nothing sounded very appetizing in his condition. His stomach churned at the thought of eating something. “Just get me some tea and crackers… and some medicine. That should help.”

With a wave of his hand, Haruka left the room to head over to their kitchen. Tea and crackers would be easy to stomach… however it would not be very filling. Tenn needed something light that would also fill his stomach and help him get his energy up. That was what his grandma would say to him whenever he fell sick as a child and she would take care of him— Of course! He could give his grandmother a call and ask her what to do! Why the hell did he not think of that before?

Back in the bedroom, Tenn found it difficult to go to sleep. The rattling in the kitchen and muffled sounds of Haruka speaking to someone on the phone didn’t exactly help his restless state. Why did he have to get sick now? He was pretty sure Haruka was on the phone with someone trying to figure out what to do— this is what he wanted to avoid. He wanted to avoid his boyfriend worrying over him. Surely Haruka had canceled his plans that he had with Tamaki and Iori which he felt guilty enough about. But if Tenn was any bit stubborn, Haruka was double the amount and was not about to let Tenn stay home on his own.

After an undetermined amount of time, just as Tenn was starting to drift off to sleep, Haruka returned with a bowl of what appeared to be soup in his hand and a mug of what was probably tea.

“Are you awake?” Haruka asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed once he placed the mug on the bedside drawer.

Tenn sighed and sat up. “I am now…” He mumbled, ignoring the way Haruka rolled his eyes and accepted the bowl of soup regardless. 

“I made soup, you’re gonna want it while it’s still hot. You’ll feel a lot better once you eat something too.”

Hearing that had Tenn a little bit skeptical. “You made this as in you heated up a can of soup or...?”

Haruka scoffed. “I made it from scratch, asshole! Now shut up and drink your soup.”

The contents of the bowl didn’t look so bad with the exception of unevenly chopped vegetables; some cut way bigger than others. It smelled pretty decent too, but Tenn was always the one to do the cooking whenever he had the time… he wasn’t sure what to expect from this soup. However, with Haruka looking at him expectantly, large and soft golden eyes watching him made him weak. He could have been out with his friends right now, but instead he stayed back to take care of Tenn. The least he could do was drink the soup he made for him, no matter how it tasted. And so, he scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his mouth…

Surprisingly enough, it tasted delicious! Better than Tenn could have expected (maybe even better than something he could have put together but he wasn’t about to admit that). 

“Hm, not bad at all… You really made this?” Tenn asked with another spoonful… and another, and another.

Haruka lit up from the praise, a wide and proud smile on his face. “Yeah! It’s my grandma’s recipe. She used to make it for me all the time when I was younger.” he explained. “I called her and she talked me through making it.”

The length Haruka had gone to take care of him was admirable and incredibly sweet. Tenn would have to make it up to him whenever he would feel better. Right now, all he had the strength for was a gentle and appreciative smile as he went back to downing the rest of the soup.

When he was done, he handed Haruka the bowl back, who then passed him his tea and medicine. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do all that, but I appreciate it a lot.”

“I kind of did have to do that, but that’s how things are when you’re in a relationship, right? We take care of each other…” The blush on his cheeks was far too cute as he justified himself. “Anyways… Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Once he swallowed his pill, Tenn set his mug aside and looked up at Haruka with a wide but tired grin. “Could I get a kiss? I know that will help me feel a lot better.”

Rather than a pair of lips, Tenn’s face was met with a soft pillow that Haruka swung at him, the mint haired boy redder than Riku’s hair. How adorable. “Sh-Shut up and just go to sleep! I am not getting myself sick just because you’re being embarrassingly stupid!”

He stormed out of the room, venting to himself that he should have left Tenn to suffer on his own and why he even bothers doing all this. If only Tenn had the energy to fuel him more, it was always very entertaining being able to mess with Haruka whenever he got embarrassed. For now, all he could do was chuckle as he laid back down… his stomach now full of food and the medicine slowly starting to kick in, he would be able to get some rest.

A few minutes later, after Haruka had cleared up the kitchen. He decided to go check in on Tenn to find him fast asleep in bed. Finally. Hopefully he would feel a whole lot better after a long nap. He would not be able to take another day of Tenn whining and complaining. 

Carefully tucking him in to keep him warm, Haruka could not help but admire how soft and peaceful Tenn looked as he slept. His cheeks were flushed red from his fever, hair swept to the side and lips slightly parted to help him breathe a little easier. He truly was the human embodiment of an angel… his features so soft and so pretty. Surely he was fast asleep, right? It had been a few minutes and the medicine should help him rest… that was what Haruka thought when he couldn’t help but lean in to press a soft kiss on Tenn’s forehead and was met with wide pink eyes staring up at him when he parted.

Haruka’s face turned redder than before, eyes wide as Tenn’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Hmm, what is this, a fairytale ending? My Prince coming to heal me with a kiss-”

“Shut up! You were supposed to be asleep!” Haruka grabbed a pillow, throwing it over Tenn’s face as a threat to suffocate him.

Tenn snickered and shoved the pillow aside before pulling Haruka to lay down beside him. “I was almost asleep but then someone came in and woke me up.” he hummed, tucking his head underneath Haruka’s chin. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge himself a little bit, right? After all, Haruka would always insist he needed to take better care of himself and be a little bit more selfish… he could be selfish with his boyfriend. “Will you stay for a little while longer?”

Sighing in defeat, Haruka brought a hand up to stroke Tenn’s hair. How could he turn him down when he was finally making a request for himself.

“Yeah… I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” He whispered as Tenn’s soft breaths turned into soft little snores.

He could be annoyingly cute sometimes.

[bekasyura]

Take a Chance on Me

for @onewayglass for the @i7xmasexchange

i hope you enjoy this tamaio fic!!

Pairing: Izumi Iori/Yotsuba Tamaki Rating: Gen Word Count: 2,805 Summary: For the life of him, Iori could not figure out who was hanging mistletoe around the dorm. He avoided getting caught under them at all costs and for the most part, he succeeded. That was until the time he wasn’t paying enough attention.

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[feuchen]

new Idolish7 fanfic (^//^)

yeah I've started this project :3

don't know when I update/write at it (bc i'm busy the next weeks) but whatever ^^

and I finally have some idea of ToumaRiku <3 bc I love this pairing and want to write something for it :D

be prepared that this has some TennRiku (fluff-crushing) moments that can be considered as shipping moments? but they wouldn't be a pairing in this

I plan to let Touma/Riku (of course!) and Tenn/Haruka (well maybe, hopefully XD) be end pairings... (don't know any other)

It was the fate of twins that they were never allowed to live together longer than their tenth birthday. Tenn was determined to do whatever it took to keep Riku alive - no matter what it meant to him.