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athyrabunlord · 7 years ago

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A Bet

A/N: random burst of muse. This is inspired by a popular tag on twitter #魔女集会で会いましょう (Let’s meet at the witches’ Sabbath”), where the theme is ‘a witch finds a human child and ends up raising him/her’. People mostly post original works but of course there are many fanarts under this theme as well. I have many ideas but ended settling on this one

Characters: Dia & Kanan Words: 3,096 ***This oneshot is written in second-person!*** Never written in this format before but I feel it really fits this story so, I gave it a try!

“A bet, you say?”

The human girl gives you a big grin. Those amethyst eyes are filled with an innocence that only a child could possess, blissfully unaware of the harsh world they have yet to see.

“Uh-huh! And if I win, you have to do anything I ask!”

No fear, just absolute trust and adoration. Such traits usually lead to certain death in the ruthless tundra that they live in but ah, she is with you, is she not? You are perhaps the Continent’s most feared Witch, infamous for surviving through many catastrophic wars unscathed.

This child is under your protection. Unwittingly yes, nevertheless still your responsibility. You pride yourself in never leaving any task unfinished, and so you could not bring yourself to abandon her. By chance, you had stumbled upon this orphaned child and had taken her with you on a whim. You had observed humans for centuries yet failed to understand, even now, how they have thrived in this world in spite of their countless shortcomings.

You simply want to understand, and it appears this child is just as curious as you are.

“You have heard stories about me. Surely, you can see the improbability of ever winning the bet?”

The girl furrows her brows, trying to process the difficult words you just uttered. She learns fast, as she always has, and the characteristic grin is back on her dirt-smudged face again.

“Oh I’ll find a way! This bet has no deadline, so I can just keep trying, can’t I?”

“I suppose you can.” You couldn’t help but sigh in mild exasperation. If anything, the child’s zest is impressive. Whenever she has a goal in mind, she strives to achieve it despite her young age and limited resources.

You had no idea how to raise a human child but somehow, between the two of you, an unlikely pair in this desolate terrain with sparse villages, she had grown from a toddler to an energetic kid who could climb trees on her own.

There is a slight swell of pride, much like the vague memories of when you learned to cast your very first spell and brew your first potion.

“Very well, you have a lifetime to learn how to get past my defense and land a hit on me.”

“Even a simple scratch counts!” The girl then holds out her pinkie. “I learned this in that last town we visited - it’s like a promise. You can’t go back on this bet.”

Amused, you crouch down to her level and hook your gloved pinkie around her tiny one. “Very well. I look forward to your attempts, Kanan.”

The girl laughs, a sound full of vitality and optimism. “Just wait, I’ll definitely win this bet, Dia-onee-san!”

With that proclamation, the child wraps her small arms around your neck and hugs you as tightly as her tiny body could muster.

Having lived a long, long time without any emotional upheaval, you are rather puzzled by this spur of warmth in your chest at that moment. Anticipation? A challenge to your monotonous quotidian life? Finally, a factor your power has no control over?

You find yourself smiling and returning the hug.

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“Gotcha!”

The ponytailed girl smirks, full of confidence and thrill as she leaps down from the tree branch. Her amethyst eyes are sharpened from various experiences and refined like a beautiful gem, blazing in a way only a lively adolescent could cause.

Her movements are agile and her strikes are a force to be reckoned with. You are certain that she is beyond any average human and could probably become a powerful Knight in due time. You are the one who trained her after all.

The sword she wields is also imbued with your magic and can cut through even the thickest of armors.

Alas, you are the Diamond Witch. Nothing can hurt you, not even an enhanced weapon.

“Not again?!” After your automatic shield deflects and flings her into the bushes, she rolls for a bit before bumping against a trunk. Grumbling, she sits up and rubs her head.

Seeing her pout and her dirt-covered face, you couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. This human is quite troublesome in a way. She always gets into trouble, returning to their little cabin with scrapes and torn shirts. It’s nothing your magic couldn’t amend of course, but it’s exasperating to scold her again and again not to be so reckless.

“I did catch you by surprise, didn’t I? I saw it in your eyes.” Kanan scowls, seemingly indignant about your reaction. “So, what did I do wrong this time?”

“Nothing. You did catch me by surprise - I was not able to sense you until you jumped from that tree.” You subconsciously reach towards her messy hair and dust off all the leaves and dirt. She squirms a bit, possibly embarrassed about being treated like a child. That’s something you also don’t understand as time passes by. She will always be a child in your eyes, but just because she has grown to your height, she’s been insisting to be treated like an adult.

“Then how come your barrier still tossed me away like I was a fly or something?” She stands up and rests her large sword on her shoulder, not at all troubled by the weapon’s weight. It’s sometimes hard to superimpose the image of this muscular adolescent to the twig of a child from a decade ago.

“Because my shield is automatic, like an instinct. It is my ultimate defense, and why I was called the Diamond Witch.” You give her a patient look as you fix the rips in her sleeveless shirt.

Perhaps it’s time for another trip to the nearest human village. There are only so many times magic can mend a piece of clothing. You have always avoided any interactions with humans, but Kanan is free to do whatever she pleases. Some of the human confections she brings back from time to time taste rather delicious so the idea isn’t completely bad.

“Whaaaaat! Then I’ll never be able to win then?”

“Well, that is exactly what I have been telling you. It is impossible.”

“No it isn’t, I’ll prove you wrong.” As expected, Kanan’s dampened spirit doesn’t last long. A familiar smile brightens up her features as she laughs. “Remember the time I fell into the river? You thought I was going to drown.”

“I did.” You definitely remember the inexplicable clench in your chest watching the pre-teen plummet under the unforgiving torrent; the difficulty to breath as you urged your broom to fly faster and poured your magic to freeze the water, and the subsequent sigh when the girl popped her head out of the surface, mostly unharmed.

That day, the girl had learned how to swim, while you had learned to believe in the human’s adaptive ability a bit more (but also to keep a closer eye. Apparently this is something known as a rebellious phase when it’s hard to rein in a growing teen’s behavior).

“But I surprised you, didn’t I? Just wait, I’ll find a way somehow.” Kanan rests the sword against the tree trunk before starting her usual warm-up exercise. She appears ready for another go at this bet.

“But I have already told you… you know what, never mind. You have always been too stubborn to listen.”

The adolescent grins cheekily. You shake your head and stare at her in contemplation.

“What is it that you wish to acquire, anyway? I believe I have already provided anything you need. I have been compliant with your requests, perhaps except for wanting to see the ocean. That should come soon enough, however, for we have journeyed far and should reach the coast-”

“Oh that, yeah, I look forward to it. I like swimming and I’m good at it~ As for what I want as prize for winning the bet, uh...” For some reason the human looks embarrassed then, looking away and rubbing the back of her head. “I think I had something else in mind when I was a kid, but now…”

“But now-?”

“Y-You’ll see!” Kanan’s cheeks are still flushed when she faces you with a determined smile. “Anyway, Dia-san, I’m gonna do some laps and I’ll be back before sunset, okay?”

Though intrigued, you nod at the ponytailed girl and allows her to pull you into her arms. It’s become somewhat of a custom between the two of you, that she would hug you whenever she leaves your side for a while. And every time, there is that rush of warmth that lulls you into a sense of peace. You somewhat miss her childish way of calling you ‘onee-san’, but this is fine as well.

“Do not be late.” You whisper against her ear and chuckle when she hastily pulls away wearing an even deeper blush.

“I won’t!”

You watch the adolescent’s ponytail fluttering behind her as she jogs down the hill, her silhouette becoming smaller and smaller until she could no longer be spotted by your excellent vision.

More and more, you find yourself smiling for no particular reason. You are content from just gazing at her and waiting for her return.

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“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you…”

The ponytailed woman smiles upon meeting your gaze as she hurries towards you. Those expressive amethyst eyes are full of relief and something else, a particular softness that coaxes a smile from you as well.

“You know I do not like crowds, Kanan.”

A light breeze brushes past your long hair, its dark hue almost blending in with the evening sky. Almost. The lights from the summer festival in this seaside town is giving you the illusion of daytime. So full of bustling crowds, lanterns and torches and so much noise! This is definitely the closest you have touched upon a dense human population since the last war.

You do not fear being discovered as the Diamond Witch, not at all. Rumors of your existence should have faded into the sands of time. There are soldiers mingling with the civilians, some local ones and some who had come from other places via ships, but none of them recognize you. In fact, they are more interested in your companion, either attracted by her beauty or her startling strength when they competed in friendly matches.

No, you simply do not like being surrounded by people, that is all. It is only because of Kanan’s plea that you accompany her to the festival in the first place, but there is only so much you could endure.

Here, at this secluded hill that oversees the port, you are finally able to regain your bearings and breathe in clean air in peace.

“Right, sorry about that.” Kanan at least seems apologetic as she sits down beside you. “I hope you did enjoy it, just a little bit?”

“... a bit.” You admit reluctantly. The various snacks sold at the stalls and the simple arcades were refreshing for you, never having experienced such human activities before. After all, you have never ventured this far into their world and would have never done so if Kanan wasn’t with you.

Indeed, you had fun, and fun hadn’t been a frequent emotion in your long life.

“I’m glad to hear that!” Even at a quarter-century of age, the woman’s smile still holds that childish edge and guileless warmth much like when you first found her.

“Why are you here though? Shouldn’t you be with your friends?”

You know for a fact that Kanan has settled down into this seaside town quite well and has made many friends, even with the out-of-towners who frequent by ships. Though her swordsmanship is just as good as a Knight’s, she chooses to live a humble life as a fisherman. Now as an independent adult, she is making an honest living here while you still live like a recluse in a hut within the forest. She visits you often enough, but it just isn��t the same anymore.

Many times, you have wondered if you should just let her be and continue with your wandering. At the end of the day, Kanan is a human and should be with her kind.

Who are you to stop her?

“The festival’s great and all, but I’d rather spend time with you,” Kanan laughs sheepishly and scoots closer to you. “When was the last time we just watch the stars together, just the two of us, just like old times?”

“... indeed, it has been long.”

Neither of you speak for a while, content with each other’s presence close by and enjoying the tranquil atmosphere blessed by the night. It takes you a few moments to notice Kanan’s hand covering yours, but you do nothing to reject such contact. In fact, the warmth from the contact is pleasant and welcomed.

“Perhaps it is time that we part ways.”

Startled, she squeezes your hand and places her other hand on your shoulder so you would face her. “W-Why do you say that? You don’t want me around anymore?”

“No, that is not it. It is… simply time that we move on. You have your own life, while I-”

“I don’t understand. I-I want you to be in my life.” She shakes her head vehemently. “You are my world, Dia.”

You are unprepared for the slight quickening of your heartbeat when Kanan’s warm hand cups your cheek. The way she utters your name also sends an odd tingle down your body, and you find yourself lost in those beautiful amethyst eyes.

“Remember the bet?

“I do.”

“If I win, you’ll have to stay with me,” Kanan’s firm voice leaves no room for argument. You lean against her hand when her thumb whimsically caresses your cheek.

“Certainly, but you have never been able to land a hit on me, have you?”

“That’s…” She drops her gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you… but really, you have no weak point. No matter what I do, I can’t get past your shield.”

“But you are touching me right now, are you not?” Suddenly, you no longer care about anything else in the world. All those centuries of knowledge and self-preservation become nothing but a muffled whisper as you divulge your one secret to the precious human in your life. “Any time you touch me or hug me, my shield is never activated.”

“E-Eh?” Kanan doesn’t seem to understand your words, so you elaborate for her with a small smile.

“If you hold a knife while hugging me, you could easily stab me in the back-”

“Don’t joke about stuff like that!” Kanan recoils away, and you fleetingly lament on the loss of contact. “I would never do that to you!”

“It is your only chance.” You tilts her chin so she would look at you instead of down at her lap. “It is the only way to get past my defense.”

“I will not do it. I’ll find some other way to get you to stay. With me.”

Kanan leans close and gently presses her lips against your own. The rush of heat is like nothing you have ever experienced before. Through this chaste kiss, you could feel both her determination to convince you as well as her uncertainty at such an intimate gesture. Most of all, however, you could feel the missing piece between the two of you.

This is love, is it not? The emotion that drives humans, that makes them protective of one another and allows them to thrive even under unfavorable circumstances.

You did not understand love but you are starting to. You close your eyes and smile into the kiss as Kanan’s arms wrap securely around you. Her embrace makes you feel more invincible than any magic ever did, and you allow yourself to relax and melt against her.

The blissful daze is suddenly shattered by the whistling of something piercing through the air. One moment Kanan is hugging you, the next she has shoved you down and covered you with her body. There are several muffled sounds, and a pained cry escapes her gritted teeth.

Stunned, you could only lie there and stare at the many arrows embedded in Kanan’s back. The clamoring of metal and frantic footsteps of strangers soon enter the surrounding but you could barely pay them any heed. All you could feel is the hot liquid soaking through her shirt and staining your dress.

Her breathing is shallow, alarmingly so, and blood is trickling down her chin. You grasp desperately for those arrows, aiming to heal her wounds as soon as you yank those out but deep down, you know it is already too late.

“Dia… “ She gasps weakly, her voice barely audible beside her ear. “I…”

You do not understand why she is smiling at you.

And you never will.

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“Are you here to visit Kanan-chan too?”

You nod solemnly at the young woman holding flowers, vaguely recognizing her as one of Kanan’s friends from the town. With your face covered in veil, it is easy to blend in with the rest of people coming to mourn for Kanan’s death.

The Knights, who had come all the way from the other side of the Continent, talked about the Diamond Witch and how dangerous she was. The folks from the seaside town would have none of it, enraged by the murder of a beloved resident. Against the might of the united people, the few troops had no chance and they were soon banished.

With the outsiders gone, the locals had fallen into a forlorn trance as they prepared for Kanan’s burial. They think she would have liked being close to the sea, and you approve of their decision to rest her on the very hill when she had hugged you for the last time.

You reach out to touch the tombstone, its surface cold and foreign, so unlike the spirited woman you once knew. You could still feel the phantom brush of her lips against yours, and the heat from those beautiful amethyst eyes. Her voice, ranging from bubbly young to tenderly mature, speaks of a bet made long ago, and you find yourself on your knees as the words repeat in your mind.

There is terrible pain in your heart, a wound invisible to naked eyes and impervious to any healing spells you know. You clutch at your chest as you rest your forehead against the tombstone, an unfamiliar wetness leaking from your eyes onto the stone surface.

“You won the bet, Kanan.”

#athyra writes #kanadia #diakanan #魔女集会で会いましょう #2nd-person POV #kinda refreshing to write this way #the Diamond Witch #and the Knight(?)#ofc I could've explored this AU more but #I decide those are unnecessary details #at least for this oneshot and what I intended #>___>#it's still longer than I thought #went from a bliplet to 3k lol #wrote this whole thing without any outlines tho :"D #thought about drawing it out but #no time and drawing muse has disappeared into ether #so writing it is

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notfallplan · 7 years ago

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Hold My Hand

Summary: Dia knows this isn’t her type of scene, not the type of people she’d ever interact with but for some reason and luck, she’s outside of a music festival waiting for her date. (based off from the punk rock set)

Pairing: Kanan Matsuura/Dia Kurosawa (KanaDia)

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Notes: if you follow me on twitter you already know what this is about.

Dia scans her surroundings, all she sees are big, burly men with tattoos all over their arms, loudly guffawing at whatever their mates have said, some teenage boys with the same haircut- probably annoying and should avoid, and women in leather jackets and ripped jeans with multiple piercings on their faces (hopefully she can befriend one or two), and even though she’s almost wearing the exact same outfit as them, she can’t help but still feel so out of place.

I am out of place, she knows this isn’t her type of scene, not the type of people she’d ever interact with but for some reason and luck, she’s outside of a music festival waiting for her date.

Yes, she has a date, when she first realized it, she has to say it multiple times for her to actually believe it.

She didn’t plan on it actually, she was just at this underground concert with her best friend Mari, who loves dragging her to metal concerts even though she has never been fond of it no matter how much her blonde friend forces her to listen to it.

She had a drink or two and Mari- a good friend that she is, didn’t stop her, “Dia I just want to see you lose control for once!”

And lose control she did.

She remembers jumping and screaming, Mari even said she got pulled up at the stage but she doesn’t remember that (Dia doesn’t know whether she should be thankful that she doesn’t remember and that Mari could be lying or be mortified), but she does remember seeing a blue-haired girl in a ponytail, with headphones around her neck, wearing a leather jacket and a very, very short, shorts, she swore a spotlight suddenly lit up on the girl and that she heard angels singing instead of someone on stage screaming on top of their lungs only for it to come out as if they’re taking a huge dump, and before her drunk self can think of any better, she started walking towards the girl and by some luck, bravery but mostly because of alcohol, she flirted her and got herself a date.

And next thing she knew, she just woke up with the girl’s number written on her arm with black lipstick.

The days before the date, she had to ask Mari to play one of her music so loud just so she’d wake up from whatever dream she’s on, she actually felt their old traditional house shake, and she just knew that this is real.

The girl, whom she just got to know by the name Kanan through their back and forth texting, decided to take her on this music festival, she agreed instantly without any thought, her mouth just blurted out a quick and loud yes over the phone, that she quickly clamped her hand on her mouth, but god was hearing Kanan’s giggle so worth it.

And at that moment, she just knew she has a huge gay crush on this girl.

She looked up at the list of performer’s who’d be there, and once she saw it, she feels dread at the pit of her stomach and her Britney Spears poster on her room staring daggers at the back of her head, “they’re all heavy metal bands” she says, dumbfounded.

Dia doesn’t hate rock, metal or any kind of heavy music per se, but rather, it’s just not her type, and if she has the choice, she would never ever listen to them or actually attend any of their concerts.

She then spent the remaining days, looking up at the bands and trying to listen to their music, watched youtube videos and observed the strange habitat of metalheads during a concert.

“They sure do like, having their bodies too close”, she frowns and feels uneasy at the thought of huge men being way too close to her.

She shudders.

After thorough research for her date, she’s glad to say that she has never been more scared in her entire life.

Mari dragging her to underground concerts was one thing, everyone in there are always drunk and it was dark and she was always with the blonde to keep her in check. So this time around, she’s deathly afraid she might look like a huge fool in front of this very , very cool girl that she so wants to impress because she's Dia Kurosawa, the calm and collected school president, and she is very, very, very cool too.

Well that’s what Ruby says and Ruby doesn’t lie.

And now the day has come, and she still remembers the disaster this early morning was. She and Kanan are supposed to meet at the entrance of the festival at 5 o’clock and it was only 9 a.m. and she was already freaking out.

She thrashed her room, flipped everything upside down to try and find a good suitable outfit but alas, all she has are pink and red flannels,overalls, skirts that touches her knees, jeans and Britney Spears inspired outfits (it’s not for cosplay she’d say). A week of research but she failed on the clothing department and at that point, she was just ready to cancel the date and fly out to Antarctica and live the rest of her life in igloos along with her sisters, the penguins.

But for some reason god decided to take pity on her when she heard the doorbell ring and Mari’s high pitched voice screaming at her. Her friend brought her own clothes for Dia to try out because she just knew how much of a disaster lesbian Dia actually is.

(It's not like Dia bombarded Mari's phone with multiple texts with just the word HELP.)

Mari helped her with her hair, makeup and sorted out her outfit for the day. She’s grateful for her friend no matter how annoying and aggravating she can be, maybe penguins and Ruby aren’t her only sisters but also this one annoying goldilocks too.

And now, Dia finds herself outside of the festival, wearing this cool leather jacket that has a bit of red in it a white top under it, her favorite red flannel tied around her waist, a very short skirt and boots to finish her “I’m punk rock actually” look.

Mari dropped her off fifteen minutes before it hits 5 o’clock because Dia wants to get a feel of her surroundings first and mentally prepare herself.

“Good luck Dia, make sure to not accidentally take part in the wall of death!”

“Wall of what?!” Dia exclaimed

“Ciao!” and with that the blonde girl drive off.

Now, as Dia stands there, alone, five minutes remaining until Kanan shows up (hopefully she isn’t tardy), she can’t help but feel fear dread take over her body and her palms feels like it can end drought and oh god, I’m sweating, I’m sweating.

She’s nervous, she’s scared. This is her first date, and with a beautiful girl at that, she just hopes god is still out there with her, please don’t make me look like an idiot.

She gulps and grips the pink lollipop, courtesy of her little sister Ruby who gave it to her before they left and said it might help to calm down her nerves, she’s not exactly right but she does appreciate the gesture.

She fishes out her phone from her jacket’s pocket and saw it’s already 5:01, she’s late.

She feels someone in front of her and she looks up and she freezes.

“Hey Dia”

Her heart stops.

“I’m sorry if I’m a bit late, I went to see my friend first to get our tickets but she had a hard time trying to find a parking space”, Kanan laughs exasperated. She’s wearing the same kind of outfit when she last saw her but this time the purple headphones is now red, my favorite color, Dia wants to say it’s just a coincidence but it’s not a coincidence.

And seeing Kanan up close, in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, she looks and seems like a delinquent on the surface and she thinks of how she would have never interacted with anyone like Kanan, how people like her usually gives her the vibe of violence and rule breaking, and just a group of people that Dia would rather drop dead than be seen hanging out with them and or probably be the one to call on the police on them.

But Kanan, Kanan gives off this homey feeling that Dia loves and can’t quite understand as to how someone she’s only communicated through calls and texts makes her feel so light.

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

Dia swallows, she can feel her face heat up, probably from the heat and her palms are still so sweaty, and she laughs softly and shakes her head, “No, no, it’s fine I just got here actually.”

Kanan beams and Dia feels her knees go weak, “Alright, lets go then!”

The blue-haired girl held out her hand, and Dia, for a few seconds, just looked at it.

“Is there something wrong? Am I being too forward?” Kanan asks, her eyebrows furrowing.

Dia immediately blurts out a “No!”, she looks down and she knows this time her face isn’t hot because of the heat.

“I just…” I don’t know whether or not to tell her, she might find me weird or gr-

“Don’t worry, I’m nervous too,” Kanan smiles at her, teeth and all, and she swears those pearly whites are reflecting the sun’s rays, “which means my palms are a bit sweaty too, so we can be gross together unless that’s not what you were thinking and I’m being weird.”

Dia’s eyes widens, she can feel her heart thrum so hard against her chest, that she’s afraid that even with all the noise surrounding them, Kanan might hear it.

“You’re nervous?” Dia asks.

Because how could she be nervous? Do punk rockers even get nervous?

The punk rock girl nods, and amethyst eyes meets emerald ones and it feels like she’s in a Taylor Swift song from her early albums, “You’re beautiful and really cool” Kanan mumbled as she starts scratching the back of her head, “and I’d really want to get to know you more and I’m just afraid I might not be doing a good job at this whole date thing.”

At this point, Dia’s heart just wants to be let out of her ribcage and slap Kanan’s face with all the love it can give and maybe she just wants to kiss the heck out of Kanan right here and right now.

Get a hold of yourself Kurosawa.

And so Dia just takes Kanan’s hand, she wasn’t lying, and she looks forward and she bites her lip to stop herself from grinning too much.

She pulls the punk rock girl along to the entrance and says, “You’re really beautiful too Kanan and don’t worry, you’re doing an amazing job.”

Kanan squeezes her hand and with her back turned, she wasn’t able to see the soft smile and pink cheek of the blue-haired girl.

They first get some water bottles before they get into the pit and Dia finishes the lollipop Ruby gave her, for as much as she doesn’t really want it, it was given to her by her little sister. As she eats, Kanan brings out her map of the festival and Dia sees some dolphin stickers next to the band names.

“I picked out some of the bands I want to see for tonight, is there any band you would like to see? And don’t worry, if its conflict with the band I want to see, it’s okay, I’d tag along with you wherever and whoever it is okay?”

Dia softly says an okay, and as she looks at the map with all the different bands, even with her research she still doesn’t know which bands are worth more listening or seeing to, and honestly, she’d rather sit out of it if she can.

But Kanan might get suspicious her, after all, she did say during her drunken state how much she just loves metal bands and has been playing along with it the entire time Kanan and her were exchanging texts, that she has to have her laptop next to her the entire time so she can quickly search up whatever it was Kanan was talking about.

“Uhm, how about we just go along with all the bands you want to see?”

Kanan tilts her head to the side, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I like all of the ones you picked honestly.”

“Well if you say so, come on then!” Kanan takes a hold of her hand this time and they both start running towards the first stage Kanan wants to get into.

They try to push forward, to get to the front of the stage but with their enemies having such huge and sturdy bodies, they were only able to make it into the middle.

“Well looks it’s center for us then, if you’re unable to see just tell me okay?”

Dia laughs, “what are you gonna do? Carry me?”

Kanan hums and says, “Yeah, you can sit on my shoulder”

Dia feels like she’s going to choke with her own saliva that she starts dry coughing.

She hears Kanan laugh and she pouts as she lightly punches the girl on the arm.

“I’m not kidding though.”

Before Dia could reply, they hear everyone start screaming along with the beat of the drums and the strum of the guitars.

“It’s starting!!” Kanan happily shouts.

Dia just gulps and she looks up at the sky, god please don’t let me die.

The first few minutes were okay, everyone was jumping and has their arms up, and dear god, some of them need to learn what a deodorant is, there were some light shoving and everytime she releases an “ow” Kanan is quick to pull Dia towards her body and glare at whoever it was and how much she wishes that she’d just stay like that the whole time, with Kanan’s arms around her.

She sees Kanan shouting, and screaming some of the lyrics and she tries too, really, she knows this song, barely, but she remembers some of the lyrics but she feels like a puppy barking while the rest are roaring tigers.

This is not her type of scene, but as she looks at Kanan, who has this huge grin on her face, her face flushed, and a huge grin on her face as she screams along with the vocalist, Dia feels that maybe, just maybe, going to this sort of things more would be okay, as long as the punk rock beauty is with her.

They run back and forth to get to the stages with the bands Kanan wants to see, it’s exhilarating and fun, as they always dash around with their hands clasped together, never letting go of one another.

They always only make it to the middle, but Kanan says it’s okay, and it’s more fun to be in the center of things.

“This one goes pretty hardcore, have you listened to them Dia?”

So the other ones before this aren’t even that hardcore?

“Not really?”

“Ahh I hope you like them, they’re one of my favorite bands!”

Dia thinks it’s okay, that it’s actually more hardcore than the other ones they’ve seen but as it goes on, the music gets wilder, louder and the crowd starts being more aggressive and she can’t quite know what’s going on at the front but she can see some people hit and slam each other with their own bodies that she just wants to go home and hide under her bed, but she has to remind herself that this is called “moshing” according to her research and that it’s normal for these people.

She then hears a booming “pick a side motherfuckers” from the lead vocalist, now she’s heard profanities before and has even said some herself but that one feels like the crispiest profanity she has ever heard.

“Do you want to participate in that?” Kanan shouts.

“Participate in what?”

“The-“

“GO BACK MORE MOTHERFUCKERS”

Everyone around them starts going to the side leaving a huge space in the middle now and Dia just goes with the flow of things and starts walking to the side that is until, she realizes that can’t see where Kanan is anymore.

“Kanan?” she shouts. She searches for a blue in the crowd but it proves to be difficult for it’s has now grown considerably darker despite way too many lights on the field and she’s far too short and everyone is just so suddenly taller than her.

“Kanan?!” she shouts again.

“NOW I WANT YOU TO KILL THOSE FUCKERS IN THE MIDDLE”

“What?!” Dia feels her chest tighten, her breathing becoming very fast, her head becoming light but eyes keep searching the crowd.

She feels bodies press on to her as more people walk to the side, she tries to push away but to no avail, she’s just being shoved even more and she wants to cry, she can already feel her eyes becoming hot and tears prickling the corner of her eyes.

Dia then hears the start of a fast drum beat and an even louder and crazier strum of guitars and before she can comprehend what’s going on, she hears a loud “FUCK IT UP!!” and everyone around her starts running to the middle, she closes her eyes and braces herself for the impact of what’s about to happen but all of a sudden she feels a pair of strong arms wrap around her and her head being tucked at the chin of the person holding her.

She suddenly opens her eyes and sees the color of Kanan’s jacket, she feels her lips quiver as she wraps her arms around Kanan’s waist and buries her head to the girl’s neck and Dia is bombarded with the scent of bubblegum and a strawberry scent perfume and Dia has never felt so safe and just so at ease despite of what’s happening around them.

She feels some light shoving but it isn’t as bad compared to the person protecting her, for she can hear Kanan groaning and holding her tighter.

It’s the longest one minute of her life, just standing there, in Kanan’s arms, with people around them looking so rabid and wild as they run towards the middle, to “kill” those poor souls who thinks they can get through whatever this is alive.

And Dia feels conflicted whether she’s in heaven or hell, for as chaotic as everything is right now, at least she’s being held by an angel.

She can feel everything calm down now, and everyone around her are slowly going to back to as normal as they are in these type of things.

Kanan is the one who lets go first, and Dia can’t help but feel empty all of a sudden, as if life has been sucked out of her, but as soon as she felt that, it is quickly replaced with a warm feeling in her stomach as Kanan holds her hand and starts walking to the exit.

“Let’s go Dia.”

Dia snaps out of the state she’s in, and pulls her hand out of Kanan’s hold and shakes her head, “No, no, I’m okay, see? You didn’t need to protect me, I was actually worried about you. And you like this band right? Come on Kanan let’s go back there.”

She hears Kanan sigh, and Dia just snaps her mouth shut.

This is it then.

But as she looks at Kanan’s amethyst eyes, holding nothing but kindness and adoration, she thinks of how doesn’t deserve that at all.

“It’s okay Dia, let’s just go okay?” and with that Kanan slips her hand to Dia’s again.

Dia squeezes Kanan’s hand and mutters a soft, “okay.”

They walk together hand in hand, she sees people bustling around, and trying to get on the stages of the band they want to see.

She looks at Kanan, and the blue-haired girl’s face looks calm and serene, maybe she hasn’t caught on at all.

But then she notices they’re headed off to the exit of the festival and she stops, “Kanan?”

“Hmm?” Kanan next to her and doesn’t let go of her hand.

“Are we leaving already? You still have three bands on your list to see right? I thought we were just going to take a break.”

Kanan chuckles, and Dia blushes, “no, I figured we’d go somewhere else that suits you, like a nice restaurant that has live music or something.”

“What? Why?”

“Well the night is still young, our date still isn’t over and Dia please, I know you’re not into these kind of things.”

Dia sputters, “w-w-what? Of course I’m into these kind of things!”

“Oh yeah? What do you think of Slipknot?”

“I might not have heard of them but I love My Chemical Romance and the likes”, Dia proclaimed.

Kanan chortles, “Oh yeah? Have you seen them?”

Dia lets go of Kanan’s hand and folds her arms on her chest, “I haven’t yet, but soon.”

“Soon huh? Like during their reunion?” Kanan teases.

The brunette’s arms falls limp on her sides, “huh?”

And with that, Kanan guffaws.

Dia feels her face heat up, that she feels like smoke is coming out of her ears with how embarrassed she is.

People are staring at them and Dia thinks of how moving in Antarctica is the best choice after all.

Kanan continues to cackle and Dia can see how there are tears at the corner of the girl’s eyes.

“Stop laughing at me you jerk!” Dia pouts.

Kanan’s laugh starts to subside, and wipes the corner of her eyes with her fingers, “I’m sorry Dia, it’s just that, My Chem has been disbanded for a while now and I didn’t think you’d still try to keep up the act.”

Yep, Dia sure wants to live with her fellow penguins now.

Dia turns away from Kanan and hugs herself, trying to keep it all together, I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of the coolest and most beautiful girl I know, this is it. This is how I die.

And for the second time today, she feels Kanan’s arms around her, as the blue-haired girl enveloped her to a hug from behind.

“Hey” Kanan coaxes, “don’t worry about it. I actually thought it was cute and amazing, but at the same time I feel like I’m not worth any of this trouble but here we are, you pretended to like something you don’t and I honestly admire that and..”

Dia raises an eyebrow, she turns around, without escaping from Kanan’s embrace, they’re so close together, she sees Kanan’s cheeks are red, and Dia feels her pulse quicken, somehow, she doesn’t care at all if Kanan hears and feel how fast her heart is beating.

“And what Kanan?” Dia asks, softly, her emerald eyes searching Kanan’s for what ever it is the girl might be feeling.

But Kanan’s purple ones are clouded with something that Dia can’t decipher, something Dia has never seen before, there’s intensity behind them and she thought she’s seen all kinds of emotions in a person’s eyes for it’s one of her tactics when she’s interrogating students.

Kanan inhales, “and”, exhales, “it might be too early to say this but I think I’m falling for you.”

Dia swears everything around her goes still, the noises fades, and she doesn’t care if there are people looking, for what matters right now, is the girl in front of her.

It’s like seeing Kanan for the first time again, with the light of the moon blanketing the two of them along with the different lights of the festival, that Dia feels like everything is just an illusion, that she’s still somewhere in that underground club, drunk out of her mind with Mari still giving her drinks.

But the arms around her shoulders, Kanan’s heavy breathing and that sweet bubblegum, and her heart that she feels like she’s consumed ten cups of coffee due to the words that the girl in front of her had said, resonating so much in her that she thinks otherwise.

This is real.

And, “Can I kiss you?” she asks, her mouth moving faster than her brain.

Kanan’s eyes widens, and Dia’s about to bolt, but the blue-haired girl must have seen the panic in her eyes for she holds Dia in place and says, “yes.”

And before Dia could react any further, Kanan places her hand at Dia’s nape, and their lips meets for the first time.

Dia closes her eyes and melts into the kiss. She has never kissed anyone before, she’s read people kissing and or just gathered descriptions from her country songs, she always dreamed of that fairytale like kiss, something grandiose that’ll sweep off her feet, and at this moment, with hers and Kanan’s lips moving together in sync, as if they’re meant to do this, her arms wrapping around Kanan’s neck and her mind just screaming Kanan, Kanan, Kanan, she knows, that nothing can compare to this.

Kanan is the first one to pull away, and Dia feels light headed as she comes back to reality. She hears people howling and clapping, and she doesn’t know if it’s directed at them and if so, should she be embarrassed or offended by it.

“You okay?” Kanan asks, her breathing heavy.

All Dia can do is hum, still feeling and she hears Kanan chuckle as she takes her back in her embrace.

“Let’s go to this restaurant my friend loves, I heard there’s a band that’ll cover Tim McGraw tonight.”

Dia chokes, and Kanan chuckles, she swears it’s unfair how angelic Kanan’s laugh is for if this is anyone else, she would have ended them.

She feels something light press on the side of her head, and Dia thinks it might be early to say it too but,

“I think I’m falling for you too.”

#kanan matsuura #dia kurosawa #kanadia #diakanan #matsuura kanan #kurosawa dia #aqours #love live sunshine #fic #and so she writes

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blogpoppit · 7 years ago

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more aqours science baby

rikoruby - ruri & ruko

kanadia - Diana & sapphire (updated)

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slave-to-hellstuck · 7 years ago

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The fucking "hug-u" made me lose it. Kanan is the coolest 3rd year. Duh. I don't know if it's a different studio or writer or what, but this season so far is a lot more funnier. Like real funny not just weird cutesy cringe funny like first season. Also why are there so many triangle mouths???

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8

More Love Live Sunshine Spoilers Stuff

#love live #love live sunshine #love live school idol festival #love live school idol project #love live sunshine spoilers #kanan matsuura #dia kurosawa #ruby kurosawa #don't tag as incest please #kanandia #diakanan #I don't know any ship names...

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thrill-addict · 3 years ago

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Mari : I have come up with an awesome three-step plan to get Dia to marry you.

Kanan : Okay, I'm listening.

Mari : Step one, get her to play truth or dare.

Kanan : Oh God, stop.

Mari : Step two, wait until she picks dare.

Kanan : Mari, no.

Mari : Step three, dare her to marry you.

Kanan : ...

Chika, smiling : It could work!

#love live #incorrect quotes #incorrect love live quotes #love live incorrect quotes #incorrect love live #aqours #love live sunshine #diakanan #kanadia #matsuura kanan #kanan matsuura #mari ohara #ohara mari #kurosawa dia #dia kurosawa #takami chika #chika takami

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haunterclere · 7 years ago

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Mari: look at those lesbians

#love live sunshine #dia kurosawa #kanan matsuura #matsuura kanan #kurosawa dia #this look horrible to me but #what is shading #dia hair is horrible lmao #im sorry sweetie #kanadia #diakanan

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incorrect-lovelive-quotes · 4 years ago

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Mari: "You've been giving Kanan a lot of attention lately..."

Dia: "She injured her wrist. Of course I'd give her attention."

Mari: "Well, I also injured my leg..."

Dia: "Then go to a hospital."

#love live #love live sunshine #love live incorrect quotes #love live school idol festival #aqours #diamari #diakanan #kanadia #kurosawa dia #dia kurosawa #ohara mari #mari ohara #matsuura kanan #kanan matsuura

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imsvg · 8 years ago

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meeting points at 2am

Fandom: Love Live! Sunshine!! Pairings: KanaDia (Kanan/Dia) Summary: In which Dia and Kanan go stargaze with each other Words: 1647 Links: FF is here! AO3 is here!

for full immersion,i rec listening to meeting points at2am by dné. it's where i got the title from

Dia blinks when a hand crosses her vision.

“Are you still awake?” Kanan asks with a laugh. Dia turns to her, and her heart lurches when she sees that playful smile curling Kanan’s lips.

It’s so stupid how Kanan can look so cute so effortlessly.

“I’ve been up longer,” Dia says as returns her gaze to the night sky. Countless stars dot it, littering the black tapestry with specks of faded oranges, blues, and whites. The moon is not exactly overhead, but its silver light shines down and illuminates the part of the porch the both of them are laying on.

It’s beautiful, but it’s not as beautiful as Kanan.

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Kanan chuckles. “You’d probably be up doing student council stuff, huh?”

Dia can feel her cheeks heat up. The cause of her late nights were actually from watching recaps of lives and streaming idol groups.

But Kanan didn’t need to know that.

“Y-yeah,” Dia says with a clear of her throat, “school idol stuff.”

“You know,” Kanan begins, “it’s been awhile since we last did something like this. Just the both of us.” Dia can hear the smile in Kanan’s voice. It makes her smile as well.

“It has been,” she agrees quietly.

“We’ve been so busy lately, I almost forgot how to relax.” Kanan laughs and it sounds like a song. Dia feels this irrational urge to transcribe it on paper so that she’ll never forget it.

“We’ve all been working hard,” Dia says, playing the role as the voice of reason as usual, “it’s only understandable.”

“I’m glad that we’ve decided to take this weekend off, honestly,” Kanan says. Dia can feel the futon shift as Kanan stretches. “It feels good.”

A playful smile pulls on Dia’s lips. “That’s something I thought I would never hear you say.”

Kanan laughs. “Really?”

“Really.” Dia pauses to stare at the sky and listen to the waves crashing against the dock below them. “Whenever I see you, you’re always working so hard, both in and out of Aqours.”

“But I’m not a workaholic��—Kanan turns her gaze to Dia, her eyes holding a smug twinkle that’s so damn charming—”unlike a certain someone.”

“I-I know how to relax!” Dia sits up like a bolt, and whips her head to look at Kanan with a huff.

Kanan laughs, and raises her hands in front of her face like Dia is going to hit her (which is something Dia would never consider doing because, after all, it’s Kanan, and who would ever hit someone as precious as her?). “Okay, okay! Just lie back down, hm?” She tugs on Dia’s bare forearm, trying to get her to lie back down. It’s a gentle grip, a far cry from the strength Dia knows that Kanan is capable of, but she feels Kanan’s fingers burning into her skin like a brand. It compels Dia to follow Kanan, and once she lets go, Dia can still feel the ghost of her warmth tickling her cold arm.

“How much longer until the meteor shower?” Dia asks, pulling her jacket tighter around her. She wishes that she wore a thicker sweater; the school’s track suit wasn’t the warmest thing to wear by the seaside.

“Mm, around two. So fifteen more minutes or so. Why?” Kanan turns to Dia with a smile that makes Dia’s heart melt. “Tired?”

Dia purses her lips to stop a yawn. “No. I’m just cold—what are you doing?”

Kanan stops unzipping her jacket, and allows the sleeve to hang in the lazy breeze. “I’m going to give you my jacket,” she says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But then you’ll get cold.��

“And?”

“And then you’ll get sick, and then you won’t be able to make it to practice, and then we won’t be able to—”

“But you’ll still be cold,” Kanan interjects, a small frown on her face.

Dia blinks. It astounds her how obstinate Kanan can be sometimes.

Suddenly, Kanan’s eyes light up and she breaks into a smile. “Wait, sit up,” she says, undoing her jacket all the way.

Dia’s eyebrows furrow together, and she purses her lips in disapproval. “Kanan, I told to keep it o—”

Her words die on her tongue as she feels Kanan’s scalding warmth creep up against her, wrapping around her back as Kanan wraps her jacket around the both of them. She tenses when she feels an arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to Kanan.

“There,” Kanan says with satisfaction. “Now we’ll both be warm.”

It takes Dia a moment to relax. Her shoulders slump and she takes a breath, the ocean breeze mixing with Kanan’s homely scent. It warms her chest the same way hot chocolate would on a snowy day, and she feels something tingling in her fingers and toes as she smiles softly.

“You know,” she begins quietly, “times like these always remind me of when we were kids.”

“Yeah?”

Dia nods. “You would always ask for hugs from Mari and I, and whenever we were cold, you would always wrap your arms around us.” Her smile grows as a memory passes through her mind’s eye, and she laughs.

“What is it?” Kanan asks.

“Do you remember the first time we tried watching stars together? When we were kids?”

Kanan hums in thought, but in the end, shakes her head. “Not really. Why?”

“It was kind of like this,” Dia begins, “and we were struggling to stay awake. But we were so excited to see our first meteor shower so we were determined to stay up.”

“Oh! I remember now!” Kanan laughs that laugh of hers, and it makes Dia’s heart sing. “It started raining, right? Like around the time the meteor shower was going to happen?”

“Yeah.” Dia chuckles and shakes her head. “It was so unexpected, too.”

“Tell me about it,” Kanan says with another laugh. “We were soaked that night. We didn’t go to school that morning because we got a cold.”

Dia smiles when she thinks of Young Kanan’s red nose and cheeks. “But we had a good time, hm?”

Kanan hums in confirmation and rests her head atop Dia’s. “We did,” she says quietly.

The wind blows between them, leaving silence in its wake. Dia takes this time to let her head fall onto Kanan’s shoulder. She adjusts herself, burying her nose in the crook of Kanan’s neck. With every breath she takes, she inhales that warm scent, and the sensation in her chest grows and grows.

“What’re you going to wish for?” Dia can feel Kanan’s body vibrate as she whispers.

“If I tell you, then it won’t come true,” Dia says just as quietly.

“That’s only after you see the shooting star.”

A small smile tugs on Dia’s lips. “Is the level-headed Matsuura Kanan being nosy, for once?”

“You’re starting to sound like Mari.”

“She rubs off on people,” Dia says with a quiet laugh.

“No, but really”—Dia takes a breath when she feels Kanan’s fingers running through her hair—”what’re you going to wish for?”

“I’ll tell once you tell.”

“I—mm.” Kanan shifts around, and Dia can feel her getting warmer under her cheek. “Promise…promise you won’t laugh?”

The fact that Kanan is getting flustered over a simple question is enough to coax a chuckle from Dia, but she stops herself before Kanan can hear. “Why would I?”

Kanan takes this as a sign of confirmation. Her chest rises and falls as she takes a deep breath, like she’s trying to calm frayed nerves. “I’d wish that everyone is Aqours achieves their dreams, no matter if it’s in or out of the group.”

Dia makes a noise. “That’s understandab—”

“And then on the next one, I’d wish for this moment to never end.”

That shuts Dia up.

She can feel Kanan grow even warmer, almost feverish, despite the cold air around them. Each breath Dia takes feels like it’s burning her, flames licking at her throat in the sweetest way. Her heart feels like it’s ready to explode from how hard and fast it’s beating, and blood rushes to fill Dia’s usually pale cheeks.

Then mirth spills from her lips, rising into the night sky, filling it with her song as her shoulders shake as she laughs. She laughs, and she laughs, and she laughs, tears of joy tickling the corners of her eyes.

“Y-you said you wouldn’t laugh!” Kanan cries out. Her voice cracks and it’s clear that she’s embarrassed, but Dia feels much too happy to care.

“S-sorry,” she finally manages to say, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I find it a little funny because those were going to be my wishes.”

Kanan chuckles softly to herself. “Is—is that so?”

Suddenly, Dia catches movement in the corner of her eye. She turns her head just in time to see a streak cut through the night sky. A sense of childlike wonder and awe fills her as she sits up points to the sky.

“Did you see that?” she asks. “It’s a shooting star!”

“Yeah,” Kanan says, “I did.”

Soon, star after star after star zoom across the sky, chasing each other like little children, trying to catch each other’s tails. White clouds of amazement slip from their mouths as they watch the shower come and go. As the shower slows, Dia takes a moment to close her eyes.

She adds one more wish to her list.

I wish to stay by Kanan’s side—forever.

The moment Dia opens her eyes, winking stars greet her, but they stay in place.

Kanan pulls Dia closer; she takes this as a sign to rest her head on Kanan’s shoulder again. “That was beautiful,” she whispers.

“Yeah,” Dia says quietly, “it was.”

But even after all that, she still thinks that Kanan is more beautiful.

#kanadia #diakanan #Matsuura Kanan #Kurosawa Dia #Love Live! Sunshine #lls #love live #llsip #fanfiction #i write #stargazing #late night post

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