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amjustagirl · 4 years ago

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Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!!)

feat. Bokuto Koutaro

Previously: Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. Kita Shinsuke. Kuroo Tetsuro. Tsukkishima Kei

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Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Wordcount: 4.1k

Genre / Pairings: Fluff, Angst, Hogwarts AU, Bokuto / Reader

Summary: Tutoring Bokuto Kotaro in Charms seems like a waste of your time. But then you get to know the Hufflepuff seeker, and start looking forward to your tutoring sessions with him. ��

A/N: Comments as always, are much welcomed. Feel free to shout at me anytime!

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“I’m Bokuto!”

You stare coldly at the large hand shoved into your face. “Yes, I know. And so?” You arch an eyebrow and let your question linger awkwardly in the air. Surprisingly, even that fails to dampen the brightness of the grin on his face, despite the fact that any other student would have turned tail and run at being on the receiving end of the resident Ice Queen of Slytherin’s glares.

Your Charms professor coughs into his hand. “Ah. Yes. Bokuto requires some tutoring assistance, and I thought you’d be the right person to help out.”

You open your mouth in protest, but clamps it shut at the look of warning the professor shoots at you. It’s your bad luck you got caught sneaking books out of the restricted section of the library, it wasn’t as if the books you had your eye on contained dark magic in any case, they just contained spells deemed too dangerous for idiots like the one standing before you to even attempt. And instead of detention for a month, your Charms Professor who’s always had a soft spot for you suggested you divert your free time to tutoring struggling students instead.

“Fine”, you snap before turning to the boy. “You better not be as bad as Ushijima - Merlin only knows he was as dumb as a bag of bricks”.

Bokuto agrees to meet you every Tuesday in an unused classroom for Charms tutoring. You do not care that he seems to wilt ever so slightly at the insults you lob at his Hufflepuff teammate - you have no time to suffer fools, after all.

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Unfortunately, while Bokuto doesn’t take everything as literally as Ushijima (it was a problem you faced when you tutored the stone faced boy, especially for a subject requiring as much personal flair as Charms), he struggles with the precise motions and pronunciation needed for Charm incantations, and you’re losing your patience with him after he messes up Aguamenti for the tenth time today.

“You need to move your wand like a wave of water before pointing it sharply - like you’re shooting a jet of water into a glass”, you repeat yourself in exasperation.

He tries his best, waving his wand exaggeratedly but forgets the emphasis on the second syllable, so his wand remains completely dry.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes. “Look - it’s really not that hard. If you remembered all the notes I gave you about this charm, you’d have gotten it by now. Merlin - what’s wrong with you dumb Quidditch Players?”

“It’s not that easy to remember everything when you keep calling me dumb all the time”, Bokuto mutters, resentment colouring his tone.

Your shock that Bokuto - the human embodiment of a sunbeam, seems to have abandoned his usual cheerfulness for an uncharacteristically stormy expression, quickly morphs into annoyance that he has the temerity to get short with you considering you’re the one that’s been forced to give up her Tuesday evenings in an attempt to get him to pass his Charms exams.

“That’s because you ARE dumb”, you retort coolly. “Try casting the charm again”.

He shocks you again by gathering his things and walking out of the classroom.

“Where are you going?”, you call after him, confused. Even Ushijima put up with your insults and snide remarks for an entire term, but Bokuto doesn’t even look back.

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Bokuto doesn’t turn up next week either despite struggling in class with the very charm you spent hours trying to hammer into his head. Nor the week after that. Midterms come and go, and you overhear from a group of his twittering fangirls in the bathroom that his spot on the Quidditch team is on the line after failing his Charms exam as expected.

Guilt gnaws at you. Strange, since you assumed your heart is practically a block of ice by now.

You spend days trying to corner him to no avail. You always knew he had plenty of friends, but you didn’t realise how popular he actually was. He’s constantly surrounded by his teammates - or even other Quidditch players like Kuroo from Slytherin, or Hinata from Gryffindor, and his childhood best friend Akaashi follows him like a shadow despite being from Ravenclaw, not Hufflepuff.

So you bide your time and wait until he finishes Quidditch practice, whispering from the shadows “Diffindo” to sever the straps of his bag. Your plan works - Bokuto cheerfully waves his teammates to go on without him, and the horde of hungry Hufflepuff Quidditch players head off to the Great Hall for dinner.

“Why haven’t you come back for tutoring sessions?” You try to sharpen your question into an accusation, but your guilt makes you falter midway and you just sound bewildered instead.

Your bewilderment is mirrored in Bokuto’s eyes. “Huh?” he frowns. “I thought you didn’t want to tutor me in the first place, so I asked my friends to help me out instead.”

You snort, tapping your foot. “Akaashi’s a year below, so I doubt he’s much help, and Kuroo’s much better at potions than at charms. And I hear you’re going to get kicked off the team if you don’t pull up your Charms grades in the remedial exams before Christmas.”

The furrow between his brows deepens. “Why do you care if I’m failing my exams?”

You’re not accustomed to dealing with someone so straightforward and genuine and innocent. You’re used to conniving serpents like Oikawa and Daishou who would have no hesitation hiding daggers in their sleeves just to get ahead, so the fact that his question is honest floods your belly with guilt.

“Because I feel bad for calling you dumb.” You decide to honour his honesty with a straight answer. “Do you still want me to tutor you if I promise to be nice?”

Any shadow of lingering guilt is chased away by the sheer sunniness of his smile.

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The ice in your heart starts to thaw in the face of his exuberance and friendliness.

“You’re much nicer than people say you are”, he tells you one day with blunt honesty. “Why don’t you have more friends?”

You shrug, accustomed to the title that your peers have chosen to label you with. The Ice Queen of Slytherin, your housemates whisper behind your back after you slash Miya Atsumu’s robes in your second year, leaving him standing in nothing but his underwear after he pulled your bra strap on a dare.

Your mother and older sisters taught you self-defense charms even before you entered Hogwarts, and you have no qualms about using them, even against one of the most popular boys in your house. But it proves to be a miscalculation - one that leaves you with few friends other than those who’ve known you since your childhood.

“I don’t need friends”, you say, words frigid.

He grins at you, undeterred. “I’ll be your friend!” He declares, leaning forward, balancing his chair precariously on two legs.

“I’d be happier if you pass your exam”, you tell him dismissively, though there’s an amused curl at the corner of your lips.

True to his word, Bokuto drags Akaashi over to the Slytherin table during dinner the very next day. You startle as he plops into the empty seat across you, Akaashi giving you a slight nod of acknowledgement that’s also tinged with an unspoken ‘sorry you have to put up with my overly excitable best friend these days’ that you snort at.

Kuroo rounds up the trio, and between his and Bokuto’s bickering over who’s getting the best pickings from the meat dishes on the table, and Akaashi’s admonishments not to cause a ruckus that fall on deaf ears, you’re so entertained that you laugh aloud, though you wince internally when half the Slytherin table snaps their heads around to stare at you, dumbfounded.

Miya Osamu actually looks up from his katsudon to elbow his brother. Miya Atsumu chokes on his food.

You assume it was just a one-off event, Bokuto just trying to repay you with his kindness, but to your surprise, he’s back at least twice a week, and soon your lonely corner at the Slytherin table turns into the most boisterous ones. His very presence draws the most random assortment of people into his sphere - soon you’re joined by Tsukkishima, the quiet, stone faced Ravenclaw, Hinata, Bokuto’s self appointed protege and burgeoning sun in his own right, Sawamura, the stoic, steady Hufflepuff Keeper, on top of the usual suspects like Kuroo and Akaashi.

Not everyone is as amused by this turn of events.

“What’s he doing at our table?”

“I heard he’s being tutored by the Ice Queen herself - maybe that’s why he’s here.”

“That makes sense. Heard he’s really dumb.”

You stiffen as you hear your classmates snigger. Bokuto wilts, even the ridiculous mop of hair on his head starts to droop. Kuroo and Akaashi wear twin expressions of murderous intent on their face and both start to rise, insults on their tongues when you whip out your wand, freezing your offending classmate’s lips to his glass.

“Call him dumb one more time and I’ll freeze your balls to the bench”, you smile sweetly, poison in your words.

Kuroo guffaws as you turn back to your conversation with them with a saccharine “now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” Akaashi snorts into his hands.

Bokuto looks at you as if you’ve handed him the latest firebolt model on a gilded plate. You refuse to meet his eyes for the rest of the night.

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You find that he responds far better to praise than negative reinforcement, bouncing around the classroom with such childlike enthusiasm whenever he succeeds in casting another new charm that it makes your lips tilt upwards. The combination of his Hufflepuff diligence and your renewed patience makes his performance in charms skyrocket, and soon, he’s improved enough for you to teach him the more fiddly, advanced charms.

‘You have to flick your wrist lightly’, you tell him for the fifth time this evening. Ascendio is a difficult charm to master, even by your own standards, your own wrist already sore from the various rounds of demonstration.

He tries to mirror your action. It doesn’t work.

‘Um.’ You rack your brains, thinking of something, anything that might help.

Ah.

‘You’ve got to move your whole arm like it’s the wing of a snitch. You know – keep the arm and wrist action light, like the flutter of wings.’

He furls his brow, trying to mirror your action again. It doesn’t work. This time, he pouts.

Impatient, you grab his hand. ‘Look!’ You slap at his arm to get him to loosen up – seriously, what do they feed these quidditch players, taut muscles tensing beneath your fingers as you try to puppet his arm into an approximation of the wrist movement. He gazes down at you with wide eyes as you press your form against him.

‘I’ll show it to you again. Ascendio’, you call, and with a sharp flick of your wrist, your feet lift off the ground, your skirt fluttering in the air. Then with a smooth swish of your wand, you descend to the ground, cocking your head to your student. ‘Come on, Bokuto, you’ve got to master it by the end of the night.’

He tries again and again to no avail. Charms is a far more creative branch of magic than transfiguration or even potions – and what works for one might not work for another. You recalibrate, trying to relate what you’re teaching to his true love - Quidditch.

‘Maybe you could imitate the movement of a snitch about to take off once the whistle blows?’

‘A snitch?’ he laughs boisterously at your suggestion. ‘I could do that.’

He screws up his eyes tightly, his entire body falling still before he raises his arm. With a flick and swish, a hooted “Ascendio”, Bokuto floats up into the air.

“I did it!” He pumps his fists in the air, grinning down at you. Then with a smooth finite incantatem, he descends back to the grimy classroom floor.

“Well done!” You laugh aloud, clapping your hands, so drunk with elation at his success that you don’t notice the sudden softness in his golden eyes.

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“Waiting for Bokuto-san?” Akaashi asks.

You hesitate for a beat, a pink tint to the apples of your cheeks before you nod without a word.

“I’ll leave you two be then”, the Ravenclaw boy says, walking off with his hands tucked in his robes, a small smile flickering on his face.

You exhale slowly through your nose. Maybe you should have left Akaashi to wait for Bokuto instead - they’re best friends, practically platonic soulmates you gather from Bokuto’s chatter as he walks you back to the Slytherin dungeons every Tuesday night, something he insists on despite your protests. You’re just his tutor - but here you are, hanging around outside the classroom where his remedial exam is being held, palms clammy in nervous anticipation.

You tell yourself that you’re waiting for him because you can’t wait to know whether the tutoring sessions that take up your precious Tuesday evenings will end. You wonder if that means that he’ll stop coming over to hang out over dinner with you, the thought making your heart feel as if it’s frosted over again.

“Hey, hey, hey!” His booming voice interrupts your reverie, and you glance up to see him burst out of the classroom, the joy on his face outshining even the sun.

“You passed, I assume”, you snark, hands on hips, but he doesn’t even register your badly disguised coldness, grabbing by the waist to lift you easily into the air, spinning you in circles until you’re both giddy with delight.

“I did, I did, thanks to you!” He crows, still clinging on to you like a lifeline. “They were so impressed when I cast Ascendio, and I was like swish, and they were like aughhh wahhhhh - and it was so awesome!”

“I’m glad my effort paid off then, dummy”, you tease - seriously, it would make your housemates’ jaws drop if they caught you giggling, let alone being held aloft in Bokuto’s arms, but you’re just so happy for him that you don’t order him to put you down.

He stills suddenly, and you’re worried that he’s taken offense at the affectionate nickname until you notice his eyes are trained at the arch above you and oh -

Mistletoe.

It’s Christmas, and the house elves have hung enchanted sprigs of mistletoe around the castle on the orders of the mischievous headmaster to prank unsuspecting students. Any student trapped under enchanted mistletoe may only be released upon giving or receiving a kiss, and you’re about to press a chaste kiss to Bokuto’s nose when you glance back at him and notice his eyes are molten gold, laden with desire.

“Bokuto - “ you begin, but you’re promptly cut off by the searing brand of his lips against yours, gasping as he backs you against the wall, his mouth plundering yours. You should protest, but any sentient thought you might have is lost in your newly awakened hunger for him, this beautiful, sweet boy with golden eyes and silver hair who’s kissing you.

“I like you,” he says breathlessly when you finally push him away in an effort to pull air into your deprived lungs. “Go out with me - please?” he adds, almost as an afterthought, brushing his thumb against your cheek with a gentleness that belies his large frame crowding you against the wall.

You want to, oh Merlin - you want to indulge in the warmth that’s starting to sprout in the previously frozen tundra of your heart but you have to recognise that he’s Bokuto Koutaro, Quidditch player extraordinaire bound for the professional leagues, so popular that he already has a fanclub in school.

And you - you were a social pariah before you met him, you would ruin his reputation if anyone finds out that you’re in a relationship with him, not to mention you’ve been accused of being cold and distant and harsh - all characteristics that disqualify you from being a good match for him.

“I can’t.” You shake your head, keeping him an arm’s length distance from you, because if he comes any closer, you might lose your resolve. “We wouldn’t work out at all”.

The golden light dims in his eyes, and his arms fall limply to his side. “Is it because I’m dumb?” He asks, his voice heartbreakingly quiet.

“No!” You cry, taking a step towards him. “That’s not it at all!”

He frowns, confused. “Then why don’t you wanna go out with me? Don’t you like me?”

“I do”, you admit, hating yourself for having to extinguish the spark of hope in his eyes. “But we won’t work out -”

“Why’re you so sure of that?” He takes a step forward, reaching towards you. You knock his hands away and he stumbles back, stung.

“Because I’m not good enough for you!” You shout, your words echoing against the castle walls. “Because I’m snarky and frigid and cold and rotten to the core - and you’re wonderful and funny and sweet and you deserve so much better than me”.

Your words stun him into silence, and before he can work out a response, before your resolve starts to crumble, you take a large step away from him. With trembling hands, you reinforce the frozen fort in your heart, forcing yourself to beat a hasty retreat.

“Besides”, you add, voice shaking. “What could I possibly offer you?”

You disappear around the corner, coldly ignoring him even as he calls your name.

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“He’s wandering around the castle like a lovelorn ghost”, Akaashi says, dropping into the library seat across yours.

“Explain why that makes it my business”, you hiss with the indignation of a cornered boggart with no means of escape.

He just gives you a knowing look and you glance at the skulking librarian, wondering if you should risk a detention to drive your sharpest quill into the back of the Ravenclaw boy’s hand.

“You know, it’s sad you think so little of Bokuto-san that you refuse to allow him to make choices for himself.”

“What are you - “

“It’s true, isn’t it?” His gaze remains resolute, even as you snarl. “Why don’t you prove me wrong?”

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But you’re stubborn, so you avert your eyes whenever Bokuto comes into your line of sight, changing seats so you don’t sit anywhere near him in Charms, escaping whenever he tries to call your name. Your Tuesday tutoring sessions with him are a thing of the past. You even hear from Miya Osamu that Bokuto’s been trying and failing to bribe first years into letting him into the Slytherin Dungeons, though they’re all far too frightened of your reputation to even dream of crossing you, not even for the bait of a ride on his rare firebolt.

You’re lonely, but you refuse to admit it to yourself.

You even refuse to watch the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin despite it being touted as the social event of the year. Both team’s lineups are exceedingly impressive. Representing Hufflepuff there are powerful players like Bokuto, Ushijma, Azumane, even surly Kyoutani. Slytherin’s certainly no slouch either, with Oikawa, Suna, Daishou, Kuroo and the Miya twins.

But you huddle in the library and ignore the screams and cheers of the whole school spectating the match until Akaashi skids into the library, distress clear on his face.

“He’s injured”, he manages to spit out between heaving breaths, and you don’t even need to ask who he is, panic turning your ribs into kindling, burning a blaze through your chest as you sprint full speed towards the hospital wing.

Quidditch is a horrendously dangerous sport - the Daily Prophet Sports Section is full of horrendous injuries like long lasting concussions and smashed bones that you’re already imagining the worst by the time you cross the threshold of the hospital wing. But Bokuto’s not even lying on the cot - he’s sitting upright, a confused yet hopeful expression on his face as you stare at him, dumbfounded.

“A-Akaashi said you were injured”, you manage to stutter.

Bokuto waves a bandaged finger at you. “Yep”, he says, taking wary steps one at a time towards you. “Suna got me good when I was about to catch the snitch”.

“Oh”, you say lamely. “I see.” You’re thankful no one else is in the hospital wing to see your disgrace. “I’ll be going, then”.

“Wait! Please don’t run away again”, he begs, taking advantage of your distracted state to catch your hand, his fingers circling your wrist easily. You tug against his grip, but it’s futile - you’ve left your wand in the library in your mad rush, and years of Quidditch training have sculpted Bokuto into the human embodiment of a brick wall.

“Let go of me!” You order him in the coldest tone you can muster. It’s not even icy - in fact, it’s probably lukewarm.

He shakes his head, as stubborn as you. “Not until you hear me out”, he replies, pulling you out of the hospital wing into the nearest unused classroom.

“Fine.” You cross your arms. “What do you want to say to me then?”

“Well for starters, you’re the most amazing, scary girl I know”, he says, grinning boyishly at you. “You’re so much smarter than me I don’t know how your head doesn’t go pfft cos it sure isn’t large enough to hold all your brains. And you’re nice - I don’t know why you pretend you’re not - Yachi said you cursed the boys who teased her ‘cos you found her in the bathroom crying, even though you literally met her for the first time - “

“Why are you telling me this?” You cut in, confused.

“Cos you asked me what you could offer me” He answers simply, his fingers slotting in between yours. “The answer is you. I want you. I like you.” His grin softens into a bashful, goofy, adorable smile. “And I know I’m not smart like you or Akaashi, but I know enough to think you like me too.”

Your mind is entreating you not to give in, reminding you that you’ll only drag him down with you but your selfish heart wins out. The weeks you’ve voluntarily isolated yourself from Bokuto have been cold and lonely, and the truth is you miss him - you miss the silly jokes he makes, the playful banter, his boundless confidence and kindness and friendliness. Maybe that makes you selfish, but you can’t deny it any longer, you want him for yourself.

So you reply with a shy smile of your own. “Maybe I do - like you, I mean”, you say, with an earnestness you must have learnt from him, tilting your face up towards him like a flower seeking the sun.

His eyes grow wide with delight as you step into the circle of his arms, allowing him to draw you against his broad chest.

“And to be honest, maybe I’m the fool for not letting myself admit that I’ve always liked you”.

“Don’t call yourself tha - mmmph!”

This time it’s your turn to interrupt him with a kiss, tipping his head down to slide your lips against his, the heat in his eyes and the sunshine in his smile that finally melting the last vestiges of ice in your heart and transforming you from a snow maiden into a girl made of flesh and bone.

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Akaashi convinces you to sneak into the holding area before the next match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

You’re self conscious, constantly adjusting the scarf in Hufflepuff yellow and black looped around your throat, but that immediately dissolves when Bokuto whoops the minute he spots you, bounding over to sweep you into an embrace, demanding at least twenty kisses before he lets you go.

You oblige, because when faced with Bokuto’s pleading eyes, you’re weak, soft.

Then you realise why Akaashi was so insistent on you surprising Bokuto just before his big match.

Miya Atsumu falls off his broom, slack jawed. Miya Osamu trips over him. Even Suna Rintarou looks at you and Bokuto with a modicum of fear and respect.

“Get it together!” Kuroo snaps at his team, hands on hips.

None of that registers with Bokuto, of course. The minute the whistle blows, he speeds off, leaving even Oikawa in the dust, and before a dazed Miya Atsumu even scores once against Daichi, the Hufflepuff keeper, Bokuto is already holding the golden snitch aloft in his hand. He proceeds to do laps of aerial cartwheels around the pitch before hovering in front of the stands where you sit, shamelessly blowing kisses towards you.

You hide your burning face in your hands. Akaashi just sits beside you, intolerably smug. Bokuto, oblivious as ever, just whoops.

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happyocelot · 3 years ago

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Just Shut Up and Come with Me

@secrettastemakerland, this one’s for you.

Written for Day 9: Misunderstandings!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35441995/chapters/88757515

FFNet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13998133/9/Sunny-Days

Just shut up and come with me.

The words buzzed in her ears like bees. Naruto's face swam in the blurry field of her vision in a haze of blonde and tan and bright, sparkling blue.

No way...no way...out of the blue.

Blonde and tan gave way to black.

***

"Just shut up and come with me," Naruto's teammate monotoned to Hinata, a blank, curious smile on his pale, pale face. He was holding a book in his hands, but Hinata wasn't able to read the cover at this angle.

So she opted for staring at him blankly. She had heard of this...Sai, a former Anbu operative around her age, and she knew that Anbu tended to be strange (Kakashi-sensei being a prime example), having to regularly undertake dangerous, top-secret missions for the good of the village.

She did not know that they randomly marched up to people and started reciting lines from books.

"Naruto told me that you were his friend, and that he greeted you this way the last time he saw you and that you fell ill," Sai explained bizarrely. "So I wondered if it would be acceptable for me to greet you this way too, Hinata-san."

He held up the book, showing off an inky page of handwritten notes, saying things like

- note to self: calling Sakura ugly did not provoke a pleasant response

- should I tell someone that he has an asymmetric face(?)

- how to slurp noodles loud enough in public

- Naruto says he asked his friend to shut up and go with him (add to list of socially acceptable greetings or not?)

Hinata took a few steps backward.

"Would you like to have some tea with me?" Sai asked, getting the wrong idea entirely. "I have heard that it's easy to make friends over a cup of tea."

***

As it turned out, Sai was actually somewhat pleasant company. Sure, he was deeply, deeply socially awkward, but Hinata didn't have a hair-trigger temper like some other people, having endured far worse than whatever tips he'd written in his book, and Sai, surprisingly, didn't press too many of her buttons.

"You have very interesting eyes," Sai commented, smiling eerily.

"Um...thank you, Sai-kun." Hinata did not know what he meant by interesting, and she decided that she didn't need to know. "Your drawings are...nice."

His style was cartoonish, with stylized animals and humans and natural phenomena, and oddly enough, Sai was holding hands with his new teammates in a recent one, smiling a simple, happy, watercolor smile.

Sai smiled again, a real smile, one that turned up his cheeks and crinkled up his eyes.

Maybe...maybe...Sai wasn't so bad, Hinata decided. People who had nice smiles like that – people like Naruto – couldn't be too bad.

She was wrong.

***

Naruto was glowering at Sai, a silly, pouting glower that made him look about five years old.

Hinata had no idea why. Sai was just trying socially acceptable greetings with her over here in the training grounds, where no one else could hear and be confused or enraged. And Naruto, for whatever reason, had insisted on accompanying them.

But it still made her struggle to bite back an amused smile. Naruto was approximately as threatening as an angry kitten when he made faces like that.

"It is an incredible pleasure to meet you," Sai recited.

"You can just say "it's a pleasure," Sai-kun," Hinata said. "There's no need to add incredible."

"I see." Sai scribbled and scratched something down in his notebook, then turned back to her with another real smile.

This made Naruto amp up his death stare.

Hinata shot him a puzzled look, but continued. "All right, moving on. How about your next greeting?"

"Hello...Interesting," Sai monotoned again.

Naruto growled. "Sai...if you mean what I think you mean – "

Not this again.

Hinata sighed, blanketing a rare flash of chagrin in a kind smile. "Sai-kun, you don't have to give nicknames to every single person you meet. Just say hello. That will be fine."

"Ah..." Sai blinked quizzically at his notebook, X-ing out the offending advice. "Thank you very much, Hinata-san. You're a much better teacher than – "

She gave him a cool look, anticipating (and not wanting to hear) whatever nickname he'd given Naruto.

Sai shut up immediately. "You're a good teacher," he repeated.

Naruto had stopped glaring and growling. Now he was squinting suspiciously at Sai.

"Shall we move on?" Hinata prodded.

"Of course. This time, I'll use a greeting that I know for sure is socially acceptable." His smile was gone, to be replaced with a stare of intense concentration.

Foreboding dripped down Hinata's spine.

"Hinata, just shut up and come with me!" Sai yelled in what was clearly the loudest voice he could muster.

In the split second before Hinata blinked, a blur of black and tan collided with Sai's face, sending him sprawling on his back.

"Sai, you moron, she doesn't like you that way!" Naruto bellowed, nursing a bruised fist and still looking like a very, very angry kitten.

"But it's in my list of socially acceptable greetings," Sai protested, holding up his notebook. "In my book – "

"You and your book! You need to read the air! You can't just shout stuff out of the blue like that!" Naruto was rolling up his sleeves, and Hinata felt the oddest sense of deja vu. "Hinata's a really nice and shy person, ya know that? If you say things like that, she'll assume that you're coming on to her!"

"What?" Sai stared at Naruto, mystified. "So Hinata-san is your girlfriend?"

All the blood in her body ascended upwards.

So Hinata-san is your girlfriend?

The words seemed increasingly blurred and distorted the more they rattled around in her ears.

Hinata distracted herself by gazing up at the blue, blue sky.

This was a big mistake. The world pitched forward again, and she found herself glancing at the sun before everything went black.

"Gah, you're impossible! That's not what I meant! You just can't – Hinata, are you okay? Hinata!"

#nhmonth2021 #nhmonth #naruhina month #naruhina #naruto #mine

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liam-cadmus · 4 years ago

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Sasuke thumps his head on the table, annoyed at the cooing he can hear from upstairs. He straightens up before letting the wet rag fall on the counter, moving to the sink to wash his hands, wincing at Ino’s very loud squeal. He grumbles, before walking around the island, walking to the bottom of the stairs. “Ino, shut the fuck up!” he says calmly in a loud voice, listening to Ino closing the door upstairs and appearing on the top of the stairs with a journal? book? on her arms, with some pictures haphazardly balanced on top.

She walks— sprints down the stairs, sidestepping him and dumping the pile on a table, her nails digging to his arm. “Sasuke, you didn’t tell me you were childhood sweethearts with Hinata!” she exclaims, making him splutter in disbelief, cheeks coloring in bemusement. “What do you mean? I never—” he caught sight of the pictures, before groaning, hiding his face in his palms. He doesn’t remember, and he didn’t expect that Ino will see this. He thought Ino was the better choice to help him with organizing his house, rather than Naruto and Sakura.

“We were not sweethearts. We were just friends,” he enunciates, tone slightly defensive, “and besides, it broke off when the massacre happened.” he added glumly. Ino sighs out in exasperation, with pity? amusement? exhaustion? before flicking him on the forehead, spreading the pictures in a line. His brows raise when he caught some glimpses of Shikamaru’s hair, looking at Ino expectantly. “My mom was genin teammates with their dads. Playdates.”

She huffs forlornly, “You three are hopeless.” He just gives her a shrug, watching over her shoulder as she looks at the pictures one by one. The pile doesn’t have that much pictures, mostly drawings with crayons with scribbled names or half-assed drawings, some with neat lines and proper colors and some mostly empty and scarce. She giggles at one, seeing a wobbly stroke of brown crayon, and small writing in the corner saying : Shika fell asleep again. - Hinata and Sasuke.

He rolls his eyes, failing to hide the smile slipping on his lips as Ino plucks a picture of Mikoto, Hiashi and Shikaku with their three kids in front, ranging around 2-3 years old, wobbly standing and holding unto each other with tight grips. “You were adorable,” she teases, hand hovering over his chubby cheeks and doe onyx eyes, making him scowl, “I was not.”

“You were.” she laughs, “although you look like an cat hissing a fit whenever you’re scowling.” It was a running joke with Team 7, who at this point are used to his glares and scowls, his intimidation tactic failing, instead looking like one of the cats in the Uchiha compound. He nudges her shoulder instead, Ino taking another picture , moving platinum blonde hair away from her face, blue eyes lighting up in mischief. A shy Hinata peeks from behind him, with a dozing Shikamaru sitting on the ground on his other side, leaning on him. He has a wide smile, hand resting on the tiny brown ponytail.

Ino snickers, as he takes another one, seeing the three of them wearing kimonos walking hand-by-hand on the streets, the orange tint of the lanterns reflecting off of their dark hair. There’s another one, with the camera close to their faces, a lavender eye and upturned pink lips on the left corner, with Shikamaru’s hair popping up from the bottom, Sasuke’s eye appearing on the right. “You were such cute kids.” she comments, Sasuke finding it hard to refuse the compliment. Maybe, he isn’t, but Hinata and Shikamaru definitely were— are. He flushes at the realization, averting his eyes and stacking the papers instead.

He tugs on Ino’s shirt, making the woman stand, before relenting to his request, going up the stairs. “Fine, fine, I’ll get going with organizing it.” He smirks, “I’ll let you shift through them later, just finish them first.” She perks up, before darting up, the enthusiastic “Yes!” echoing. He doesn’t get why Ino is excited about it, after all, she was also Shikamaru and Hinata’s bestfriend, she should’ve seen their childhood photos. “I never saw yours, or ones with the three of you. They didn’t even tell me you were childhood sweethearts!” she answers his spoken out loud thought, he glowers grumpily at the sweethearts mentioned, before pocketing his hands.

He wanders back to the kitchen, taking the discarded rag and wiping the marble counter, moving down to the bottom cabinets. He lets himself hum and get lost in his thoughts, efficiently barreling through his old essentials, throwing away the long used cleaning supplies. He dusts his pants off, swiping at the dust and cobwebs clinging on his arms, before washing his hands carefully. He runs a wet hand through his hair, the black strands staying out of his face as he dries his hands off.

The rest of the house is already clean and organized, including the Itachi’s old bedroom which was surprisingly in good condition, the awards and clothes well kept and free of dust. His old bedroom was easy to discard of the old stuff toys and smaller clothing, changing the muted blue bedding for dark grey, softer ones, and refilling his closet with clothes that do fit him, with his now better color scheme. He absently places the new tea cups on the counter before placing the kettle over open flame, taking the bags of groceries to the fridge while waiting.

He places the tin of cookies beside the cups, as he fills the fridge with fresh cartons of milk, alongside the newly bought perishable goods. He washes the vegetables, plucking a cherry tomato and eating it while placing the fruits in the basket. He pours hot water as the tea bag bobs on the surface, opening the cookie tin to get a shortbread, nibbling on it as he listens to the fumbling from upstairs, heard from the kitchen. He stays quiet as Ino budges the door open loudly, stomping down the stairs, the wood creaking loud as she appears in the doorway, papers flying in her wake.

She looks at him with a determinedly grim expression, offering a smile— that looks more like a grimace, before waving two scrolls in her hand. His mismatched eyes narrow in instinct, the gold sheen on the white paper and the chakra presence of his parents intact on the delicate sheet. “What is that supposed to be—?” he asks hesitantly, not liking the information about to be told. “I don’t know, you tell me. I just found them in a box named Sasuke, with a seal on it.”

A box with my name on it? he thinks incredulously, mouth opening to ask before he shuts it closed, taking the offered scrolls instead. His brows knitted together in concentration as Ino takes the full cup of tea, taking a chocolate cookie daintily. He channels his chakra through the frisky seal, before it opens, his parent’s chakra hitting him full-force. He unfurls the top with bated breath, meticulously written words with precise and sure strokes of ink in beautiful handwriting— his mother’s appear on the sheer reflective white paper. It’s a marriage contract, he realizes, as his eyes follow the words written, the stark black ink blurring against the blinding white.

Marriage contract. With the Hyuugas. Ensuring the bond, and making peace. No more fights. His Sharingan whirl in horror, even if he is inwardly pleased, a pink blush appearing on his cheeks. He blinks, each time dragging on longer, before he reads the last part, seeing the Hyuuga Hinata written in Hiashi Hyuuga’s writing, blocky straight letters against Fugaku’s neatly scribbled one. The date is stamped with the Hyuuga and Uchiha stamp, as he releases a tense breath, shaking fingers following the chakra infused signature of his father.

He stays there staring at his mother’s writing, the cursive handwriting and the loops making him reminiscent of his own, ‘pretty’ handwriting. He exhales through clenched teeth, before pushing it aside, Ino taking it from his hands. He focuses on the other one, blowing the hair out of his face while his chakra unlocks the seal. Ino lets out a surprised ‘ah’ of understanding, munching quietly while she mouths some words, her chakra simmering under her skin. “So it is a marriage contract,” she murmurs wistfully, rolling it to a scroll, “I had my suspicions.”

“I assume you already seen one of these?” he asks, while his eyes start to skim through a different handwriting, tilting his head on the swiftly written words, the ends of some letters dragging lazily. He inhales deeply in realization, Ino letting out some sort of squeak, her eyes widening. “That’s Yoshino Nara’s writing.” He winces, before pulling the curled bottom of the scroll, patting it flat on the counter as he catches on his name on the bottom. Again. With Shikamaru’s name on the side.

Ino whistles in a low voice, amusedly looking at the scrolls side-by-side. “You have a lot on your plate, Uchiha.” He groans, pinching his nose in annoyance before whining pitifully, “Why me.” Ino smirks. “Stop being dramatic, I’m sure your parents wouldn’t contract Itachi with a kid your age. And it seemed like you were being prepared as a heir for emergency situations.” He levels her with a flat stare, “Well, it worked out, because I somehow became the clan head.” he answers with his dry humor.

“Stop with your deprecating shit Uchiha, and find out a way with these.” she points to the scrolls, while he leans on the counter, resting his head on his palms. His elbow digs on the hard surface, but he pays it no mind, biting his lip. “Are these still true? I mean, isn’t Hinata and Shikamaru engaged right now?” he hisses, remembering the two lovebirds recently declaring it. He turns a hopeless glance at Ino, “Can I turn this down? Since my parents aren’t technically here to make it true?”

“Sasuke, you could ask Shikaku-san and Hiashi-san about it.” Ino admits, “Although I’m not sure how this will work considering it’s a chakra-focused marriage contract.” He blows a shaky breath out, before dropping his head on his arms. He mumbles, the sound muffled on his arms, while Ino leans closer to hear the muted, quiet voice. “I don’t want to ruin their marriage.”

“You aren’t ruining it, Sasuke, you didn’t even know,” she insists, frowning at the tiredly spoken admission. “Maybe they can consider you?” she tries to lighten it, only receiving hunched shoulders and Sasuke burying his face further in his folded arms. The state of the Uchiha is depressing, the male still deep in his after-war depression, even if others are already moving on. Not that Ino can blame him, the people around him constantly crushing him down with whispers and insults behind his back, some of them failing to hide their disdain.

She sighs, rubbing at her childhood friend’s arm, listening to Sasuke calming down his breathing, his chakra tense and tight like a string. She became Sasuke’s confidant, after his time in the cells, trusting her enough to let her look through his memories. She soothes him, until his chakra coils uncurls into light flickering. Sasuke rubs at his eyes in exhaustion, temples pounding and his eyes aching. She doesn’t open her mouth, instead helping Sasuke clean up the used cups and tin, wiping off the crumbs and droplets of tea on the counter, before taking the scrolls and placing it on the table.

She arranges the pictures and drawings, placing the scrolls on the side, making sure to not let it roll off. “You know, you’re allowed to be loved, Sasuke.” she smiles, as Sasuke’s eyes dart to her in a glance, “You’re not unlovable, you just grew up unloved.” Dark mismatched eyes cloud over as she pats his shoulder, “I’m here, your team’s always here. You’re not alone. Not anymore.” she presses her cheek on his, “You’re like my little brother now.”

Sasuke huffs a amused breath, “I don’t fit in the little, in your description.” he says, but hugs her nonetheless, letting himself be vulnerable for once. “You’re always gonna be like a little brother, you don’t have the bones to be an older one.” Sasuke turned misty eyes to her, “I guess not.”

“You’ve always have been. Now, I’m gonna go and let you settle in. Just send me a hawk, Chiya if possible, when you want or need help, okay?” she says, while she tightens the laces on her shoes, the door ajar. He nods, “I’ll think about it. Thank you, Ino.” She flashes him a smirk, making him grunt in amusement, as she flips her hair over her shoulder. “Ta-ta.”

The door slams shut, as the tea cups dry off on the rack, while he returns them in their proper places, eye trailing over to the scroll on his way to the stairs. He stops by the table, thumb grazing the seals while he sits down, letting his cheek sit atop his hand. His eyes reads the words again, repeating it over and over his head, dazed. He takes two empty sheets of paper, taking a brush and an ink pot before settling down on the chair.

He writes with clear lines, signing the letter with a flourish. He seals the scrolls with his chakra, stamping an Uchiha crest on the outside before summoning two hawks, tying it securely in their claws. Ishi and Aya stays on his shoulders, rubbing their wings on his duck butt of a hair affectionately before flying out the opened window, flapping of wings disappearing into the night. Hopefully, they receive his invitation, and talk about the contract.

No, Shikaku did not die. And yes, Sasuke does have two intact arms. Bless me, I wrote this at 10 pm, and finished in 2 hours. I need sleep. I think I forgot to emphasize that Sasuke has a Rinnegan-

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salmonmakiii · 4 years ago

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Hello there!! Can I get a time stamp of 5:32 with husband Tsukki? All fluff please! Thank you so much

I hope this is fluffy enough?? Cuz this is literally crack for me JKHDJSDHJSD and A VERY LATE HEADS UP that most of my stories (especially if ya’ll requested husband!character) has manga spoilers!!

[05:32]

About : Tsukishima x reader Note : This legit happened to me a few days ago and I freaked out. Fluff??? Crack???? Forgive me if there’s any mistakes!

You let out a yawn, but you didn’t stop brushing your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror and your husband stared at you. Your eyes had bags under them and they were a little dark too, your head bopped a little from time to time, a gesture that he knows too well that you were tired. Tsukishima had picked you up from work at 11.

He was worried when you told him you’re going to be home late. You’ve been working so hard lately for the past few days and you even used your day off yesterday only to come back at 10.

“Did he give you a day off tomorrow?” He asked, still brushing his teeth. You didn’t move, your eyes were now closed as you slowly nod your head, letting out a quiet hum.

“Good.” He said, spitting out the toothpaste and washing it with water.

He should be, anyways. He thought, a frown visible on his brows.

Tsukishima is known for his saltiness to people. When you first started dating, you noticed that he’s especially salty to his friend Hinata and Kageyama when he invited you to hang out with his friends. Even so, you knew deep down that he may still have an ounce of respect for the two. But this time, he despises your boss. He hates your boss so much.

Your boss was the ‘spontaneous’ type; They’ll suddenly give you tons of paperwork without warning, would give you unplanned events, and would suddenly call for you outside of your work hour. Tsukishima knew that this is what you signed up for. Being the CEO’s secretary is hard work. But even he knows when to draw the line.

This morning was one of those times where your boss would suddenly call you to the office on your day off. Tsukishima luckily had the noon shift so he was able to escort you to your office that morning. Your boss was already waiting outside the building where Tsukishima had dropped you off. You gave Tsukishima thanks as you got out of the car, what confuses you was that your husband was taking his seatbelt off.

You heard your name being called and you turned around to greet your boss. Surprisingly, Tsukishima was beside you, his hand around your shoulder as he stared at your boss.

“Good morning, (Y/n)-san. Glad you could make it. Let’s get started, shall we?” Your boss said, completely ignoring Tsukishima beside you. Being married to him for quite a while, you knew when your husband’s aura would change. You nod your head at your boss and they began walking back into the building. You reached for his hand and tiptoed to place a kiss on his cheek.

“It’ll be fine, Kei. Stop glaring daggers at my boss.” You giggled. Tsukishima sighed and gave you a good stare.

“If you’re feeling tired. Call me to pick you up and tell your boss right away.” He emphasized the word in disgust. You chuckled once more and nodded your head.

That morning, Tsukishima gave your forehead a peck and a kiss to your lips as a bonus. Both are very rare for him to do in public. Because of that rare phenomenon, you decided to use that as your serotonin boost for your today’s work.

But maybe it wasn’t enough, since you came back from work looking like a zombie. You almost scared Tsukishima when he came to get you. And now here you were, being led by Tsukishima to the bedroom, he’s afraid you might bump into something with that sleepy eyes of yours.

Tsukishima carefully laid you down on the bed, he turned off the lights as you get under the blankets. He rounded to his side of the bed and sighed as he plopped down. You instinctively reached for your husband and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Tsukishima sighed as he faced the ceiling, your body in his arms.

“How’s your work today?” You asked, voice dripping with sleep.

“It was fine. There were lots of kids from schools, though.”

“That’s nice…”

“They were loud. There were two of them that reminded me of Kageyama and Hinata, too.” You giggled tiredly on his chest and you let out a sigh.

“That must’ve,” You yawned, “bring back memories, huh?”

“Unpleasant ones,” He groaned and you chuckled once more, nuzzling to his chest.

You mumbled something to Tsukishima but he didn’t catch what you were talking about. He was about to ask you but stopped himself when he saw your steady breathing, your eyes closed and your mouth a bit agape. He took off his glasses and put it on the nightstand beside him carefully, so not to wake you. He pulled the covers further up your body to protect you from the cold as he pulled you closer, his position now hugging you close to him. He stared at you for a second, a smile on his lips and his eyes slowly came to a close.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tsukishima was enjoying his sleep when he felt you rustling out of his hold. His eyes slowly flutter open and saw you stumbling out of the bed. His eyes were squinted due to his poor eyesight and his right arm supported his body.

“Where are you going?” He asked, voice raspy.

“I’m just going to get a drink.” He nodded at your answer as he laid back on his pillow. Tsukishima let out a sigh before looking at the window. The curtains emitting a soft glow, meaning that the sun had risen. He reached for his phone, pressing the power button to look at the screen. He put it back on the nightstand and laid back, eyes closed as his body faced the ceiling.

05:32… I have practice at… 9? I think… the museum-

His thoughts abruptly stopped when he heard you yelling out his name. His eyes shot open and his body sat up straight in an instant, he looked at the slightly opened the door and heard you yelling his name once more. His feet swung to the edge of the bed and he reached for his phone and glasses. He ran outside his room, already wearing his glasses as he held his phone, ready to call someone if needed as he rushed to the kitchen.

When he arrived there he saw you standing on top of a chair, he was genuinely confused as you froze in place.

“What's wrong?” he asked. You whipped your head towards your husband and relief washed over you.

“K-Kei, th-there’s a huge spider,” You said, voice a bit trembling.

Tsukishima’s face immediately went blank. He wanted to ask “THAT’S why you yelled?” but he couldn’t bear the terrified look on your face and decided to set the teasing for later.

Tsukishima sighed loudly and scratched his head. He walked over to your figure, his eyes asking “where” you pointed to the counter near where the glasses were hung up. Tsukishima carefully walked towards the spot and he indeed saw a spider. It wasn’t that huge but it wasn’t a small one either.

Tsukishima mentally gulped when he saw the creature, he’s not afraid of spiders but he most definitely prefer not to engage with the said creature. Tsukishima was about to take another step towards it but he jumped when you snaked your arms around his neck and your feet around his waist.

“Ah- what the- what are you doing?” He asked, turning his head to his shoulder to look at you. He was whisper-yelling, thinking that the spider might move if he was noisy.

“I don’t want that thing suddenly jumping towards me when you try to catch it!” You followed his hushed tone as your grip on him tightens.

“What if it jumps towards us? What happens then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at your logic.

“Then we die together, easy.” You shrugged.

Your husband groaned and straighten up his back so you wouldn’t fall.

“Fine, but I’m not holding you up.”

“Yessir!” With that, you made sure that your grip was secure.

Tsukishima took a deep breath as he slowly and carefully made his way towards the spider. He picked up a cup that was far from it and held it firmly in his hand. You watched from his shoulder as he lifted the glass, his steps still steady and once he was close enough, he quickly put the bottle on top of the spider, trapping it. You and Tsukishima both sighed in relief.

You climbed down his tall body and sat on the chair you once stood on while Tsukishima went to get something thin enough to slide it under the cup. Once he did, he carefully escorted the spider outside and when he came back inside, he saw you still slumped in your chair, your head tilted to the back a little.

“A ‘Thank you’ would be nice,” He said, hovering over you. You opened your eyes and grinned sheepishly.

“Thank you, my brave and amazing husband.” You exaggerated. Tsukishima rolled his eyes, he puts a finger to your forehead, applying pressure. But he suddenly retracted his finger and replaced it by placing his palm on your forehead.

“You’re burning.” He said. You straighten your back and stared at him confused, his palm still on your forehead.

“I am?”

That jerk. Tsukishima scowled.

“Yes. Did that boss of yours over-worked you or something? Does he even know how to properly run-“

“Woah, woah, sea salt, calm down.” You chuckled, “I have a day off anyway, I can rest.” You shrugged.

Tsukishima felt pity looking at your tired eyes, not to mention the eyebags under it. He sighed and took out his phone as he began typing.

“What are you doing?” You asked,

“I’m telling my teammates that I won’t be attending practice today.”

“Huh? Why not?”

Tsukishima looked at you and flicked your forehead.

“To take care of you, idiot.”

You rubbed the stinging spot on your forehead and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Then what about your work?”

“I don’t think I have a shift today, so I’ll be fine.”

“But you’ll get sick if you stay here!”

“We live together, dummy. It’s not like the first time one of us gets sick anyways.”

Feeling like you lost – not a surprise – the debate with your husband, your lips jutted out, eyebrows knitted together.

“What’s with that face?” He asked, putting his phone on the table.

“I was just thinking that if you don’t have work, you should at least go practice. I know how important it is to you-“

“You want to get rid of your husband that badly, huh?” he cut you off with a smirk, “Well getting rid of me ain’t easy.” Tsukishima walked towards you and ruffled your hair, messing it up even more. He snorted and went to the fridge as he took out some ingredients.

“Now go wash up, you stink.” He ordered. You stood up from your seat and stuck your tongue at him. But once you faced the other way, you couldn’t help the little fluttery feeling in your chest and the soft smile that appeared on your lips.

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sa-suga · 5 years ago

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i’ve got you in my sights

∟ sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader | sniper!sakusa AU, humour/crack

warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, slightly suggestive, the author’s inherent thirst, this started serious but turned into lowkey crack

word count: 1474

a/n: a brain baby inspired by @/wackatoshi's shirabu spy au (it’s fricking amazing please read it if you haven’t it was literally my shirabu Simp Awakening)

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summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi has been staking out the corrupt politician staying in the big fancy building next to your apartment for a week, and on the night he busts out the big guns, you decide to shoot your shot in a tipsy daze - or let him shoot his, literally, seeing as you’re throwing your windows open in welcome.

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The moon glows from behind a rift in the clouds. The air is still - no hints of a wind that might throw a bullet off course.

It’s a perfect night for sniping, and Sakusa Kiyoomi intends to deliver.

Shifting slightly from where he’s lying on the roof, peering through the scope of his rifle, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as dust and the grit that’s everywhere in the city rises around him at the disturbance. He resists the urge to pull his mask further up his nose.

The sooner he finishes the job, the sooner he can hurry home for a shower.

Across the street, a light flickers on in the penthouse of the building he’s been surveying for days. A blurry shadow moves about behind the curtains before disappearing further into the apartment.

Sakusa knows from a week of reconnaissance that his bath will last exactly half an hour. He’d been tempted to speed things up and get the job over with, but a single offhand remark from Atsumu that he was losing his touch, of all fucking things - like the rat didn’t create a mess for the agency to clean up on a daily basis with all his one-night-stands - was enough to make him stick to his extensive mission prep routine.

Still, a job as ridiculous as this sure tested his limits. What corrupt politician had the audacity to live in a state-of-the-art building with floor-to-floor windows?

Well, he thinks dryly, maybe Atsumu would, if he was a corrupt politician.

(What he wouldn’t give to put a bullet through his head.)

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“So like, there’s this super hot guy on the roof, right,” you gesture animatedly, the beer in your hands dangerously close to spilling, “like - like on the roof opposite.”

“Y/n,” your best friend drawls lazily over the line, “are you sure you’re not hallucinating Mr Hot Sniper Mask? You’ve been awfully stressed recently.”

You scoff. “I’ve been seeing him there for a week,” you say emphatically, “what are the odds I’ve been hallucinating for a whole week?”

“Very likely,” she replies without hesitation. Friendship and respect is dead in a ditch.

“Whatever,” you brush her off, “I’mma - I’mma shoot my shot.” You yank your curtains open.

“You were kidding about his gun, right?” Something crashes in the background on her end of the call, and you have to speak up over her muffled cursing.

“Mm,” you hum, fumbling with the latch on your windows, “bet he’s got a big one,” you finish, giggling.

“Y/n, I swear, if you get yourself murdered-”

The moonlight glints off of something on the roof of the building diagonally opposite yours - a quicksilver flash that has you squinting suspiciously. “-Ah! He’s there - sorry, I gotta go profess my love.” You blow a kiss into the phone before hanging up, your friend mid-swear.

Ah, well. The beer buzzes pleasantly in your stomach. You fling your windows open.

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A finger on the trigger, Sakusa waits.

His target tugs the curtains open, settles into the chair by the window.

It’s like he’s asking to be sniped, really.

Sakusa takes a breath, feels it fill his lungs - and holds it, tugging his mask down below his chin for the first time that night. He leans in, closing an eye as he lines up his sights in the scope of his rifle.

He pulls the trigger-

-And across the street, in the building next to his target’s, a window is flung open with a loud bang.

Sakusa jolts. He’d deny it if Atsumu asked. Amplified by the ring of his own shot, the sound echoes and hangs in the street.

A quick glance back at the penthouse tells him he’d hit his mark - if he’d missed on such a clear night from a vantage point opposite his target, he'd rather resign than bear Atsumu’s taunts.

“Yoohoo! Sniper boy!” Right, he’d been spotted. He turns, a hand flying to the pistol strapped to his hip- and pauses.

Shit, he registers faintly, because waving at him excitedly from an open window opposite the street is someone who’s quite clearly a civilian.

(Sakusa Kiyoomi is a mercenary who kills to afford his detergents, his wet wipes, his hand sanitizer. He’s a sniper who’s a sniper for the sole reason that it generally keeps him far away from blood.

Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t a man who kills civilians.)

“Fuck”, he says, with feeling. He’s never been spotted by a civilian before.

Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn’t kill civilians. But he can’t leave loose ends untied, either.

“Fuck,” he says again, for emphasis, as he pulls out the grappling gun Hinata had stuffed into one of his side pockets with a conspiratorial look just this morning. He pulls up his mask, packing his rifle in a few practiced movements.

Even as he takes aim, he’s aware of how dumb and out-of-character this is - he can count on one hand how many times he’s actually used a grappling gun on a mission. Trying new moves in critical life-and-death situations is foolish, and really isn’t his thing - it’s Atsumu’s.

(”You just gotta go with the feel, y’know?” Hinata shoots him a smile as he walks to the edge, grappling hook flying out to latch onto the training wall opposite them at an offhand flick of his wrist. “It’s kinda like jumping; you don’t think about the falling part yet - you just gotta fly.”

“Easy for you to say,” he’d grumbled, wiping the handle of his grappling gun with an alcohol wipe, “Ninja Shouyou.”

An easy smile. “You gotta push off with a bam,” he continues, planting his feet firmly against the ground to demonstrate, “then you just gotta follow the pull and fly.”

Hinata falls out of sight, wire pulling taut in a graceful arc, free hand thrown out as if to say - look, look at me fly.

Dumbass, Sakusa had thought then. You’re falling.)

Hinata, he thinks, as he steps up to the ledge, firing the grappling gun onto the ledge above the open window, if I die doing this, I’m going to haunt you, and you’re not going to enjoy it.

Sakusa pushes himself off with the tip of his boots - the wind rushes in his ears, and he has the fleeting concern that if he face-plants into the dirt, it’s going to be incredibly unhygienic - then he’s letting the wire pull him up.

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As tipsy as you are, you manage to throw yourself to the side a split second before Mr Hot Sniper Mask tumbles through your open window.

Somehow, he lands in a graceful crouch.

He rises like a panther - all liquid muscle and grace. It takes your breath away.

Walking to your window, he peers outside, reaching up to yank the hooked end off where its probably buried in the wall. The wire of his grappling gun whooshes obediently back into its container with a smooth flick of his wrist.

Shit, that’s hot.

Then he’s suddenly standing tall before you, hair windswept and eyes dark, and your throat runs dry.

“How much did you see?” You have the fleeting thought that you could listen to nothing but his voice for months - he speaks flatly, like he’d rather be anywhere but here, but shit, if that isn’t hot.

“Um,” you say intelligently, licking your lips as you try to remember how to form words. “Everything?”

He’s silent, dark eyes sweeping over your figure critically. You shiver - he eyes you like you’re his next target.

When he draws his pistol, you don’t see it.

One moment you’re eyeing the two moles above his right eyebrow, the next you’re staring up the barrel of a gun.

“If you so much as mention this,” he hisses, crouching down so that he’s eye-to-eye with you, “what happened to that bastard next door is going to happen to you.” His voice is low, eyes boring into yours.

Honestly, if you didn’t know better, you’d be terrified.

“The safety’s on,” you point out helpfully. You’re treated to the minuscule widening of his eyes, the way surprise flits over what you can see of his face before he schools it back into a neutral expression.

Still making eye contact, he clicks it off. “Now it’s not,” he states, measured.

You smile at him. “Wanna grab a coffee tomorrow?”

He blinks. It’s surprisingly adorable - you have the sudden urge to pinch his cheeks through his mask. What sobriety you still have stops you from doing just that.

“You’re ridiculous,” he sighs, sitting back on his haunches and clicking the gun’s safety back on. Outside, down the street, you hear the telltale wail of sirens. “8am, the corner cafe. We’ll continue this tomorrow.” He moves towards your window.

“Wait,” you say, and - oh, you’re grinning. “You could leave through the front door, you know.”

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i feel like i didn’t do this justice at all but writing with a migraine and a fever is 🤡💀 i’ll hate this when i read this again in a few weeks but asdjsajl ah well

also i posted this prematurely yesterday, so to those on my taglist who saw a notif from it, i'm so sorry :( i really hate the wifi in my house it's constantly flaking and my laptop also glitches on a daily basis ajdbjsjx i've had to redo so much work thanks to that

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hoeshiumi · 5 years ago

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handwriting / note-taking headcanons

hinata: brightly colored notebooks. messy, large handwriting. definitely goes out of the margins. not overly concerned with appearance (and this makes rereading his notes really hard). no real preference for pen or pencil. his backpack is a bit of a mess, so writes with whatever he grabs first.

kageyama: blue, black, and gray notebooks. prefers pens. medium sized handwriting. not very pretty, but readable. presses really hard into the paper though. either zones out and takes zero notes or writes down everything the teacher says.

nishinoya: likes to tear papers out of his notebooks. large, scribbly handwriting. uses pencils only. lots of erasing, but just uses the eraser on the pencil. as a result, lots of smudges. has probably torn through the paper a couple times while trying to erase something. chews on his pencils when trying to think.

akaashi: small, neat writing. very organized notes, but nothing too fancy or overdone. prefers pen over pencil. probably uses white-out (if he ever messes up) (that’s a big if). simple but fancy stationery (if that makes sense?). the kind of guy to do math in pen.

bokuto: disorganized mess. always thinks he doesn’t have a pencil but actually has a stash of stolen ones at the bottom of his backpack. the guy who asks to borrow a pencil and never gives it back. large, messy handwriting. no one can read it. never buys pens, just uses the free ones people / companies give out.

kuroo: seems a bit disheveled (it’s the hair) but knows where everything is. uses black and blue pens. red for corrections (almost never used). writes subject names on the front of his spirals. medium, neat handwriting. notes are lowkey better than the teacher’s. lots of diagrams. scribbles on the side to test his pens.

oikawa: loopy, pretty handwriting. doodles on the sides when he gets bored. aesthetically pleasing notes in class. uses pens and colored highlighters to make it look nice. rewrites notes to review and these are unreadable but no one else sees them so who cares. surprisingly detailed notes. makes flashcards for vocab.

iwaizumi: short, pointy handwriting. alternates between pen and pencil. notes are direct and to the point. very clean and organized. sometimes oikawa draws in the margins and iwa has to rip out the page and rewrite it. surprisingly good method for studying.

sakusa: always carries like 3-4 pens with him. will never lend out one if anyone asks though bc who knows where their hands have been. small, clear handwriting. clear and concise. very easy to study. never shares his notes or homework answers. likes typing his notes, but not always allowed in class.

hoshiumi: large, scribbly-but-readable handwriting. notes seem chaotic at first glance. good information there though. likes pencils bc he can erase if he makes a mistake. likes colored notebooks. has a lot of cute stationary things (as gifts from his mother), but only used them for a few days. tried and failed to keep a planner. still manages to finish everything on time though (mostly).

tendo: extremely chaotic notes. loves colorful pens. also uses a lot of markers, even though they bleed through the page. he doesn’t care. buys spirals with pictures / designs on the covers. large, scribbly, and kinda loopy handwriting. also likes funky pencil bags. he used to get bullied about this but he still likes it

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 5 years ago

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Hitmen AU! | Head Canons | 19+ [Haikyuu!!]

𝕹𝖊𝖐𝖔𝖒𝖆 [PART i] [PART ii] [PART iii]

Part 2 of the hitmen head canons for Nekoma~!! I’m debating which team to do next, so please feel free to drop whatever team you’d like headcanons for next in the inbox~! I’ll do majority vote!

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T̷a̷k̷e̷t̷o̷r̷a̷ ̷Y̷a̷m̷a̷m̷o̷t̷o̷

Alright-- Tanaka 2.0 sksksk jkjkjk they legit consider themselves rivals y’all like--

once meet Tanaka on the streets and both immediately were about ready to fucking b r a w l

thankfully they were stopped before shit got too chaotic

So, unlike Tanaka, Taketora is more of the Collector

Is usually given a list of debts he has to collect from people who borrow their services who have failed to pay in a timely manner

Trust me, you do not want to be on the receiving end if he’s at your door

Is very aggressive when it comes to brawls and scuffles, but is surprisingly a good deal maker when it comes to working out problems through any transaction or in person dealings.

Is the go to when any sort of dealing get’s arwy

“I told you that piece of shit was gonna try something like this!” With an aggravated yell, the enraged man slammed his fist into the wall as the calmer individual in the room merely continued to type away at his keyboard.

“Please refrain from hurting yourself, you still have to go out in the field. Just take this as a chance to release some stress.” Was the simple response. Slowly blinking at the suggestion, the once enraged man managed to calm down as a wicked grin formed on his features.

“Don’t be upset if that scum doesn’t look like himself anymore.”

With that, the male left the premises as he went to their meeting room. The rage he had built up from earlier returning full force as he watched his boss leave. A sinister grin on the older’s face as a pat to his shoulder was given.

“Don’t let yourself go too much Taketora~.”

Not even giving a glance back, the male couldn’t help but mirror the grin as he stepped through the door. Pausing in the entry way as the victim in the room began begging.

“I’ll try my best boss.”

Very similar to Tanaka ngl

except he has a bleached blond mohawk

very fit and toned, with a good chunk of tattoos littering his body

also has a good handful of piercings

like the others, he has a good chunk of battle scars scattered all over his body

Literally treats his s/o like royalty

though he’s super shy first meeting them

awkward baby tries so hard to be cool, but fails sksksk

He will literally fight anyone and anything that threatens s/o’s life or existence

is SUPER shy with PDA like will become a whole tomato if s/o holds his hand in front of the others

K̴e̴n̴m̴a̴ ̴K̴o̴z̴u̴m̴e̴

The literal brains

Is the strategist and the one who deals out the missions to the other members

he takes into consideration their stats and skill set before assigning them a mission

disconnected with his emotions when he’s in full strategist mode

lowkey thinks of it as a game when a new intricate mission is handed to him

accidentally met Hinata on the streets and is somehow friends?

Lots of shit talking about their own individual members during their free time sksksk

Lev is definitely scared of him

His disconnect with his emotions leaves all the other members wary and hesitant to speak to him (except for Kuroo)

secretly plots a lot of pranks against Kuroo whenever the older male steals his games

Staring at the files before him, the young male couldn’t help but close his eyes briefly as he let the information gathered sink into his mind. Kai had done a wonderful job in observing their latest target. Yet a sense of unease was placed in the male’s mind as golden irises opened once again to look at the files laid before him.

It was simple, almost as if the target was deliberately giving them the information that would tell them exactly what they needed and where the target would be.

“You’ve been staring at that file all day. You’re gonna end up burning a hole through it with just your stare alone.” Was the simple jest as the rooster haired boss stood at the younger’s door way.

“It’s too obvious. It makes me...think a lot more.” An unsettling grin finally forming on the usually indifferent male as he finally looked up to meet the other’s gaze. Golden molten met glowing amber as both males had unsettling grins on their faces.

“I’m actually really excited...hopefully they don’t stop being boring...”

His hair is lightly brushing past his shoulders with bleached tips

It’s usually kept up in a half man bun, but on occasion would be placed in a full man bun

tinkers with the idea of pony tails too

doesn’t really like having tattoos, but has one small one at the nape of his neck

he does have a good amount of piercings though

build wise, he’s lean with a hint of muscle definition

definitely not as buff or strong as the others, but can definitely hold his own when need be

He spars and trains with the others when purchases for their services are low

with his s/o he tends to be sort of distant

he can’t fathom having a s/o but then he caught feelings and well, here he is juggling this heavy desire to protect s/o and to stay away from them so they stay safe

his desire though to be with her wins overall and he ends up snuggled up to them playing games on his portable device, or just watching shows with them

S̷h̷o̷h̷e̷i̷ ̷F̷u̷k̷u̷n̷a̷g̷a̷

Silent but strong

honestly he gets forgotten by the group most of the time despite being one of their best snipers sksksksk

Is the most easy going out of the group and helps ease any sort of tensions built between the members

definitely enjoys leisure time at the base and is a active participant in watching the chaos manifest before his eyes when all the members are at the base

usually works alone during his assignments as he never misses a target

Seated on the cold concrete floor, the figure couldn’t help but let out a slow sigh as he surveyed the area around him. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and everything seemed to be exactly as he had anticipated for. Slowly, he adjusted himself to peer through the open window as the clear night sky shone down on him.

A beautiful scene for a quick kill. He listened to the sounds; the crowded streets, the cars driving down the crowded roads, and the nonstop chatter. It was normal, almost comforting if he were being honest with himself. This was a routine for him, almost like a regular office job he supposed.

As the skies grew darker and his assignment drawing into it’s due date, he couldn’t help but take one more look around the populated area before prepping himself for the kill. His darkened pupils narrowing in on it’s target before a steady finger wrapped around the trigger.

“...Target Neutralized.”

Blood spilled, and the bustling streets didn’t hear the scream.

Despite being tall, he slouches a lot

messy black hair that always seems to constantly be in disarray

his notable feature is his eyes, dark and almost soulless

it reminds a lot of people of a cat’s eye whenever he concentrates on the kill

he has 3 tattoos, no more no less

he’s built similarly to Yaku though just a tad more built

with his s/o he definitely enjoys leisure time with them

appreciates the most basic things and the littlest things they do for him

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hitmen au #au #haikyuu!!#nekoma #nekoma x reader #taketora yamamoto x reader #kenma kozume x reader #shohei fukunaga x reader #taketora x reader #kenma x reader #shohei x reader #taketora yamamoto #kenma kozume #shohei fukunaga

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hypnoshatesme · 5 years ago

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Hit and Run

A couple of days had passed and Zero was getting bored in his cell. Most of the people guarding him until now had been no fun. Outside of the window in his cell the sky was darkening again and Zero sat up, leaning his back against the stone wall. It should be about time for the guard to change again. Zero could see the dark-haired lady that’d been staring daggers at him for the past hours shift at the sound of steps approaching.

Following her gaze, he was met with quite the view. The man approaching the cell was well-built and carried himself with an air of arrogance, posture flawless, his clothes so neat Zero had the urge to rip them to shreds. Crimson hair, redder than any Zero'd seen in Nohr, pulled up into a tight ponytail without a single stray strand to be seen. It was a stark contrast to his fair complexion, his eyes mirroring the vibrant colour, drawing Zero’s gaze to them.

The female guard finally left, exchanging a few ushered words with her companion before disappearing. The man took his place in front of the cell, every movement having something annoyingly fake, as if great thought and consideration went into making them as perfect as possible. Infuriating.

Tsubaki scanned the cell in front of him. In the far back, under the small window a man was sitting, leaning against the wall. A dirty smirk was playing on his lips as his gaze wandered over Tsubaki. It made Tsubaki uncomfortable, but he kept his features neutral. His hands tightened, ever so slightly, around the tray he was holding.

"And here I thought I had met all of you by now.", Niles said, looking into Tsubaki's eyes.

"You have gone through an impressive number of guards, yes, but certainly not all Hoshidan soldiers.", Tsubaki answered, holding the gaze.

They stared at each other in silence. Zero's right eye was covered under messy, white strands of hair, but Tsubaki caught glimpses of darkness in the fading light. The eye seemed to be missing.

A wide grin spread on Zero's face, teeth showing: "So, who did they chose to deal with me this time, hm?".

Tsubaki pondered for a moment: "As far as I am informed, you have yet to surrender even your name to us. It doesn't seem fair to give you mine, then.". Tsubaki was clearly quite satisfied with himself. Promising, Zero thought. He might have some fun with this new guard, after all.

"Very well, Mr. Perfect, if that's how you want to do it.", Zero said, grinning.

The satisfied look instantly went sour. He obviously hadn't thought as far as Zero using a nickname. It was Zero's turn to look quite happy with himself and he enjoyed the visible struggle of Tsubaki wrestling his expression back into a neutral mask. It only lasted a flicker of a moment, but Zero caught it, his grin widening.

Tsubaki noticed the self-satisfied look on the Nohrian's face and decided to look around the cell, so he could avoid the annoying expression. Tsubaki's eyes fell unto the lunch that had been left untouched in the same place it had been put by his guards. Tsubaki had heard that this particular captive didn't only refuse to answer any of the questions asked, but also to touch any of the food provided. He hadn't really believed it. It had been nearly two weeks by now, after all. And Zero definitely didn't look like he was starving. Tsubaki stooped down, replacing the bowl inside the cell with the one he had brought. He felt Zero's eyes following his every movement.

"I already told your friends, you are wasting your time and food like this.".

Tsubaki looked up: "Yes, I heard that you refuse to eat.".

Zero sighed and rolled his eye: "No, I don't refuse to eat. I simply don't eat.", he explained with a voice of somebody who was tired of explaining the same thing over and over.

Tsubaki raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"I live off blood, as most Nohrians do.".

Tsubaki frowned. He heard rumours about the creatures in Nohr who drank blood. It was a common fireplace horror story among the soldiers, but Tsubaki personally never considered it more than a story. Although the prisoner's voice did not betray a lie, the mischief in his eye made Tsubaki shrug the information of. He was probably playing with him.

Tsubaki replaced the tray inside with the one had brought, keeping an eye on the captive at all time. For somebody who hadn't eaten in so long he didn't look too bad. Tsubaki tried to catch any sort of reaction to the new food, but the Nohrian seemed unfazed, maybe slightly annoyed.

"You're just wasting it.", he was definitely annoyed.

"If you'd eat it, it wouldn't go to waste."

"I don't eat.".

They glared at each other in silence. Neither wanted to continue this discussion. Zero was more than tired of having to explain this to these people. Tsubaki was tired of what he assumed was a stupid joke. They didn't speak anymore for the rest of Tsubaki's shift. Zero kept his eye on Tsubaki, though, and Tsubaki held his gaze.

Zero heard Mr. Perfect's voice before seeing him the next time latter had the pleasure of being on guarding duty. He was accompanied by the girl who Zero had met on his second day. She was easily irritable, quite feisty and a joy to annoy. They seemed to be rather familiar with each other from the easy tone of conversation. Even Mr. Perfect sounded somewhat relaxed.

He didn't look like it, Zero noticed when the two came into his line of sight. He was still holding himself like he had a massive stick shoved up his ass, despite his tone being surprisingly easy-going. The woman was looking visibly on edge when she saw Zero. He gave her a brilliant grin.

Tsubaki walked up to Hinata, who was guarding the Nohrian: "Hana says you promised her sparring practice today.".

"Wasn't it her turn to guard him now…?", Hinata frowned, remembering Hana complaining about that very fact a day ago.

Tsubaki sighed: "I was tired of hearing her complain, took her shift. So, enjoy your practice.".

Hinata beamed and thanked him before walking up to Hana and leaving the dungeon with her, waving Tsubaki goodbye. Tsubaki watched them go.

"Don't you ever let go of that prim and proper stance of yours?", came the voice from the cell.

He sounded somewhat tired but Tsubaki just found that even more irritating. He sighed, turning towards the Nohrian. Daylight was seeping into the cell from the small window and the prisoner was sitting in the same spot as the last time Tsubaki had seen him, but instead of lazily leaning against the wall in a slouch, he was pressed against the stone wall.

"How is that a problem? You've apparently been sitting in the same spot for two days.".

Zero grinned: "I assure you that when I'm not confined to a cell, I move plenty. You, however, seem the kind of guy to keep that stiff demeanour when nobody's watching. Am I wrong?".

Tsubaki decided to ignore the question: "What makes you stick to the one spot in the cell, then, if that's the case? Is it the most comfortable one?".

"In a sense…Your daylight is quite intense. I'm trying to stay out of it.", Zero said while leaning his head against the wall and looking up at the light creeping into the cell from the window.

Tsubaki raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if he understood what Zero was getting at. He had heard of Nohr being a rather dark place with long nights, but he never assumed they didn't have daylight.

"What do you mean? You don't have sunlight in Nohr?".

Zero closed his eyes: "We do. But not this…bright. This…it's like tiring to be exposed to. And I'm already low on energy.".

Tsubaki considered that. The prisoner sounded exhausted, drenched, tired. He seemed to be speaking the truth. Tsubaki was wondering if anyone had been informed about this situation. He was fairly sure his liege would not approve of having the prisoner suffer unnecessarily.

"I will tell Lady Sakura, I am sure had she been aware of your discomfort she would have had the window covered up.", he ended up saying.

Zero opened his eyes and looked at Tsubaki, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face: "Oh, I wasn't aware the comfort of your prisoners is a concern you have here in Hoshido.".

Tsubaki pressed his lips together: "And what is that supposed to mean? Are you telling me the treatment you have been given here is in some way inferior to whatever you do to prisoners in Nohr?".

Zero grinned, looking right at his guard: "We don't really take prisoners much so I wouldn't know.".

His tone made it clear that he didn't mean that Nohr used diplomacy to solve their problems instead of prisons. Mr. Perfect was clearly disgusted by that implication and Zero chuckled. It was an obvious lie, he had quite the insight into Nohrian prisons, from both sides of the bars even, but considering the negative opinion Hoshidans seemed to have of Nohr it was an easy game to play into their prejudices. Delightful.

"You again? You just can't go very long without me, can you?", were the words that greeted him when Tsubaki approached the cell again only two days later. The rumour of Tsubaki taking other people's shifts had spread and people kept asking him to take their shifts. And he, being who he was, of course couldn't refuse. He might also be a little curious about the prisoner who had, it seemed, actually moved to slouch against a different wall now that the window had been covered up.

"It had more to do with the fact that nobody else seems to have the patience to deal with you.", Tsubaki answered, "I see you have taken full advantage of your new-found mobility.", he added.

A rough chuckle left Zero's lips at that. He had been rather surprised when somebody did come in to cover the window the same evening Mr. Perfect had talked about it. He did actually walk around a little, but he quickly noticed that he was just too tired to keep the pacing up for too long.

"But you have enough patience to do so? I guess patience is a virtue that should be part of the repertoire of somebody as perfect as you are.". "You sound like you're sure you'll be able to change that.".

"Oh, I do get told I excel at even making people with nerves of steel feel uncomfortable.", Zero taunted.

Tsubaki struggled to suppress a grin at that: "Well, you are free to try.".

And trying he did. Tsubaki ended up on guard duty frequently, more and more people asking him to take their shifts and, as long as Tsubaki wasn't busy, he agreed to it. And the prisoner didn't let any opportunity escape to try to get under Tsubaki's skin. Latter took pride in giving him as little a reaction as possible, while at the same time trying to get the Nohrian to say something about Nohr or himself. He was about as successful with that as the prisoner was with getting Tsubaki to get uncomfortable enough to refuse guarding duty. In a weird way, Tsubaki started looking forward to his shifts.

When Tsubaki arrived at the cell in the afternoon about a month later he was met with a sight that he, by now, had become used to. Zero lying on the floor, rolled up, facing the wall, barely moving. Without watching intently, one could assume he was dead. His state had been steadily worsening, his voice was getting weaker and starting to lose all bite. But somehow, he looked much worse than the last time Tsubaki had been on guard only a couple days before. Glancing to the side, Tsubaki saw the tray with food, untouched. He sighed.

"You look awful.", Tsubaki said and watched Zero for any kind of reaction.

All he got was a weak mumble.

"Why won't you eat? You're starving.".

"I already told you, it's not food that I need. It wouldn't help me at all.", came the answer, barely audible.

He sounded annoyed, but his voice was too weak to really carry it across and gave up completely halfway into the sentence. Tsubaki remembered what he had been told the first time he had asked about the food. He had just thought of it as a joke. After all, the mirth never really left the Nohrian's voice, no matter what he was talking about. But he had been starting to reconsider his judgement in the passing weeks. The prisoner had ceased to move, his voice was losing all edge and he had been talking less and less in general. Tsubaki didn't want to admit it, but he missed their verbal swordplay. At least it never got boring.

Tsubaki was worried. Either he was dealing with the most stubborn person he ever faced, or the prisoner had actually told the truth and what he needed was blood. Tsubaki stared at the lump pressed against the backwall of the cell, pondering.

Minutes passed before he spoke up again: "How much blood do you need?".

Zero's head lifted slightly from the floor, and he mumbled: "Why, are you going to volunteer?".

He intended for it to sound teasing, but it just fell flat with how exhausted he sounded. He sighed, pressing his cheek against the stone floor again. He would've liked to properly get on Mr. Perfect's nerves, but he was too tired. He sighed, closing his eyes. It was hard enough to hold onto a straight thought, much less to actually voice any of them.

Zero started hearing some sort of shuffling noise from where the guard's voice had been coming from before. Zero furrowed his brows, shifted in his place so he could catch a glimpse of what was going on. He moved slowly, struggling to open his heavy eyelids again. When his eyes managed to focus, he saw the guard rolling up his sleeve and pushing his now naked arm through the bars.

Zero wasn't processing what was happening. What was the guy doing? His thoughts were foggy, but he distantly started to remember the conversation that had been going on. Slowly, Zero got to his feet, holding on to the wall for support. His gaze was fixed on the white, bare skin that was inside his cell now. It felt like the first time in a long time his eyes were actually focussing on something. The blinding white skin. Zero couldn't take his eyes off it.

He stumbled to the bars of the cell with urgency. He nearly fell, but he did not care, just needed to reach that arm. He did nearly stumble into the bars, but his hands clasped around the arm before falling to his knees, dragging the guard along with him to the floor without registering it. Zero took hold of the arm in a vice grip, biting down into the soft skin, sharp teeth breaking skin. Zero didn't even notice the redhead twitching from the sudden pain, didn't hear the low hiss. Zero didn't care, he was starving, and the warm blood coating his tongue was all his mind could focus on.

Tsubaki was looking down at the Nohrian, his forehead pressed against the cold bars of the cell. The sharp pain of the bite subsided into a dull discomfort when the prisoner started drinking. The grip on his arm was bruising, nails biting into his skin. Slowly, the pain and discomfort started giving way to a warm feeling, leaving Tsubaki light-headed. Somewhere in the back of Tsubaki's mind he was aware that this might be his end, but his thoughts were too slow, too dense to focus on it. He leaned his forehead against the cold bars, enjoying the chill of the metal against his heated skin, his eyes trying to focus on the white hair tickling his arm, and failing.

Zero, on the other hand, was starting to finally be able to think again. He felt the strength returning to his limps, his thoughts focussing. He was aware of the situation he was in, more aware than he had been ever since he was thrown into this cell. This was the perfect opportunity for him to escape. There was no way the guard could escape Zero's grip right now, he was probably already getting sluggish from the venom. It would be easy to make him faint and then making his way out of the cell, the dungeon, Hoshido.

Zero looked up from under his lashes. The guard was half-kneeling, his face pressed against the bars of the cell. His eyes were glazed, half-lidded, his lips slightly parted. And something inside Zero made him hesitate, rethink his plan. Red eyes were moving sluggishly when they met Zero's blue one, a second of recognition showed on the guard's face, before the gaze went soft again, looking straight through Zero. Zero let go of his guard's arm, taking a couple steps back.

His guard didn't react at all, first, eyes still focussed on where Zero had been a moment ago, watching the blood drip from the wound, running down the pale skin of his arm. It took a couple seconds before he seemingly noticed that Zero wasn't there anymore, before he slowly pulled his arm back out of the cell, clasping the still bleeding wound.

"It…will bleed for a little longer.", Zero mumbled, watching his guard slowly looking into the cell, eyes meeting Zero's.

Tsubaki was trying to make sense of what the prisoner was saying through the fog in his mind. Blood. Right. He carefully got up, leaning against the bars for support. Healing supplies were always kept around the cells, for emergencies. Slowly, he got some bandages from one of the boxes at the far end of the room and sluggishly, started to wrap it around the biting wound.

Zero watched his every, painfully slow, movement. It was frustrating to watch. He might've drunken a bit too much. What he was seeing was a far cry from the usual perfection, the graceful movements he had come to associate with this particular Hoshidan. In a way, it was fascinating to witness.

Zero watched as the guard walked back to the cell, slouching slightly, clearly needing all his attention to not stumble over his own feet. He sat down, leaning his back against the wall right next to the cell. Carefully, he pulled his sleeve back down, covering the bandaged wound. His brow furrowed in concentration. Zero walked towards him, leaning against the same wall, just on the other side of the bars.

Neither of them talked for the rest of Tsubaki's shift. Slowly, the fog in Tsubaki's mind cleared, his thoughts started to focus again, and he started becoming aware of the dull arch in his arm again. He looked down at it. Why had he stopped? It would've been the perfect moment to try to get out of this cell. Tsubaki glanced at the prisoner, who was nearly sitting next to him. He was staring right ahead.

They didn't speak about the drinking incident. Tsubaki continued frequently guarding the Nohrian and they continued like they did before it, Zero now being alive enough to not miss any opportunity to make some kind of inappropriate comment. It was as if it never happened. In fact, none of the other guards seemed to notice any change in Zero.

"How come none of my allies have commented on you suddenly coming back to life?", Tsubaki asked him one day, finally confronting the Nohrian.

Zero took a long moment before answering, picking his words carefully: " None of your friends are as entertaining.", he smirked.

It was the truth and a thinly veiled lie at the same time. Tsubaki looked at him like he was seeing right through it, but only rolled his eyes as a reaction. He was quite thankful for Zero keeping his change in attitude a secret. Tsubaki already was constantly being asked about whether he had managed to get any kind of information out of the Nohrian. Surely, he would've been the first one being asked about the prisoner's changes had they been noticed by anyone else.

Zero slowly opened his eyes. It was already quite dark in his cell, he probably slept longer than usual. His eye fell on Tsubaki who apparently was yet again on guarding duty. But to Zero’s astonishment, he wasn’t standing, wasn’t even facing the inside of the cell. Instead, he was sitting, back against the bars, legs crossed. He seemed to be looking at his hands that were resting in his lap. Zero raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing at his lips.

He approached soundlessly, never losing sight of Tsubaki’s back. The guard looked exhausted. His shoulders were slumped and Zero could barely tell if he was awake. He wondered what had happened to the Hoshidan to let him let his guard down this much. This was a far cry from his usual self.

Sitting down behind the redhead, Zero's hand found their way to Tsubaki’s shoulders through the bars, long fingers slowly kneading the stiff muscles. To Zero’s amusement, Tsubaki nearly jumped out of his skin. But Zero didn’t let go, his grip tightening to prevent the Hoshidan from getting away from the bars. Surprisingly, Tsubaki didn’t try to get away. He moved his head to the side, only giving Zero a glance before staring at the wall before him, his body relaxing slightly into Zero's touch.

Zero took that as an invitation to continue his massage, his hand slowly working out the knots in Tsubaki’s shoulders, his eye never leaving what he could see of Tsubaki’s face. He watched Tsubaki’s jaw relax slowly, his whole body giving into Zero’s ministrations. Zero caught crimson eyelashes flutter when he worked against an especially stubborn knot, saw red lips part in what was probably a silent sigh. It was mesmerizing to watch, every small detail unbelievably graceful.

Zero blinked, looking at his own hands instead, so very dark compared to Tsubaki’s pale neck. His thumbs were working circles into the back of Tsubaki’s neck, just below the hairline. A smirk spread on his lips.

“Aren’t you letting your guard down a bit too much?”, Zero leered, breaking the silence.

Gradually, Zero’s icy fingers closed around Tsubaki’s slender neck, his thumbs never stopping their ministration. He didn’t apply any pressure and Tsubaki didn’t move. But Zero still noticed Tsubaki’s breathe hitch ever so slightly. Tsubaki's muscles tensed up again and a malicious grin spread across Zero's face. But that was the extent of Tsubaki’s reaction. He didn’t try to get away and his hands didn’t grab Zero’s arms to pull them away. Zero was surprised. Was Tsubaki too exhausted to react?

“You know I could just snap that pretty neck of yours now, right?”, he whispered, voice honeyed as his grip around Tsubaki’s neck tightening slightly. Tsubaki suppressed a shudder. He was well aware of that. His body was panicking, was screaming at him to get away from the danger on the other side of the cell, away from the icy fingers that were slowly closing around his throat. He balled his hands into fists.

Instead of trying to get away, however, Tsubaki answered, voice controlled and calm: “You had an easy opportunity to end my life not too long ago and yet here I am.", a pause, as Tsubaki caught his breath against the tightening grip around his neck, "Why, actually?”.

Why. That was a good question. Zero had intended to escape. As soon as the haze of hunger was gone, he knew it was the perfect opportunity for him to finally leave this place. It would have been so easy. Thinking back just made him furious. He had stopped thinking rationally when he looked up. Suddenly, all his mind was filled with was half-lidded, red eyes, red lashes, starkly contrasting the perfect, white skin. Pale lips, slightly parted, a stray red strand of hair stuck to the corner of them, like a brushstroke of red paint on a white canvas. His grip was tightening around Tsubaki's throat without him realising, not even registering the quickened pulse under his fingertips, the gasps escaping the Hoshidan's lips.

Zero didn't know why he didn't do it. He had been wondering about it ever since. A particularly loud, wheezing breath from Tsubaki made him snap back to reality. And he stared, for a moment, just stared at the waterfall of red hair finding its way into the cell through the bars. He hated him. Zero let go of Tsubaki's neck, jumping to his feet and walking back to the backwall of the cell. He didn't want to look at the Hoshidan, didn't want to deal with him now. His thoughts were racing, incomprehensible. He lay down and rolled up, facing the wall. He could hear the guard coughing, filling his lungs with air again. He closed his eyes. He could picture how the Hoshidan must look right now, hair slightly mussed, cheeks dusted in red, more red to go with his hair, his eyes, probably watering now, sharp again, not glassy like that night. Zero wished it would stop. He wished he didn't see red every time he closed his eyes.

When Tsubaki had finally stopped gasping for air and his heartbeat had calmed, he got up to his feet, dusting himself off. He looked at him, curled up in the same position he had been weeks ago, before Tsubaki let him drink. Covering the window hadn't really motivate him to use the space more. Or maybe he got too used to that spot. Maybe it was because he was used to play dead when anyone else was on guarding duty. Tsubaki was pretty sure he would be playing dead for the rest of his own shift today, too. That suited him well. He certainly had had enough interaction with the Nohrian for today.

For a moment, he thought the Nohrian would go through with it. Just like when he was drinking. For a moment, Tsubaki was sure he met his end. To his own surprise, that did not really fill him with much emotion. Unsettling.

Zero didn't see the redheaded guard for a while after that incident. Maybe he had finally managed to repulse him, just like the other ones. He felt accomplished, but also missed the company, missed trying to find the right buttons to push. It took all his control to not stop his act of playing dead and trying to rile some of the other guards. Zero was bored.

It had been over a week before Tsubaki entered the dungeon again. He was met with the familiar picture of the white-haired prisoner lying facing wall, back to the bars. Nothing seemed changed. Nobody had complained to Tsubaki about him since he was back so he assumed that the Nohrian continued playing dead.

"Have you enjoyed your break from me?", he decided to say to break the silence.

The body shifted, turning around to face Tsubaki. He was starting to look tired again. But mostly he looked surprised.

"I thought I had finally managed to get rid of you", he mumbled, rolling his eye in overplayed annoyance.

"You need to try a little harder to achieve that."

"Harder than attempting to kill you?", Zero raised an eyebrow

"If you had truly attempted such a thing I would not be standing here right now, would I?"

Silence. They glared at each other, icy blue and blood red relentlessly staring at the other. Tsubaki could feel his skin tingling with anticipation. Would there be a retort to what he said? He knew that the Nohrian hated not having the last word. But he also seemed to have a deep distaste for this particular topic. He was surprised that the Nohrian had even brought it up in the first place. Maybe the exhaustion was getting to his head already.

Zero broke eye contact first, rolling over to lie on his back: "So did you just decide to take a break from guarding duty? "

"I was sent on a scouting mission and it dragged on a little.", he stated.

Zero made a humming noise. "I guess war is unavoidable."

"What gives you that idea?"

"Your tone."

Tsubaki frowned. He had been sure his tone did not betray his anxieties. Could it be that some of his concern over the worsening tension still managed to slip through? He prided himself in being able to control his tone well. He didn't like the idea of the prisoner being able to read him so easily.

"You don't sound very happy about it", he ended up saying after a moment.

Zero sighed, sitting up and leaning his head against the wall, looking up: "I know that you Hoshidans believe that Nohr is a place full of slaughter-hungry people that'll jump on every opportunity to start a fight. If it were the war would have started a long time ago already. You can always find a reason to start a fight if you want to, so why wait so long?"; he closed his eye, "My speciality is assassination and others quick jobs. Waking up to a long battle every day to mend my wounds every night only to have them ripped open again in the next fight doesn't get me excited, no."

He opened his eye again, looking directly at Subaki, taking his tall figure in. He could imagine him on the battlefield, an exceptional fighter for others to look up to, to aspire to be like. More pressure on him to keep up this ridiculous facade. Tsubaki just looked at him, fighting the confusion showing on his face. "I'm just following orders. Much like you are, I assume. Considering the look on your face the idea of war doesn't fill you with glee either.", Zero decided to add when the silence kept dragging on.

Tsubaki still didn't say anything. The silence continued, both of them dwelling in their own thoughts. Tsubaki's about what Zero had said and Zero about the fact that he needed to get out of Hoshido before he became too weak to move again. He had been stalling for some kind of distraction, an event, just something that would elevate his chance of escape a little. But he was starting to think he would have to take the risk.

The desired distraction did end up coming. It took another week or so, Zero couldn't tell the passage of time in his darkened cell. When the alarms rang, his guard, one of the footsoldiers that all looked the same to Zero, took a surprised step back, getting just close enough to the bars for Zero to knock him out. Picking the lock still came naturally to Zero and, within seconds, he emerged from the dungeon. He was hit with bright sunlight, cursing under his breath as his eye closed in pain. Coming back into not just any light, but the relentless sunlight of Hoshido was horrible. Who the fuck was attacking the castle in broad fucking daylight? He squinted his eye open slightly and started searching for a way out of the castle grounds.

Thankfully, the guards around the castle seemed to be much concerned about keeping anyone from coming in than from getting out of the castle grounds. It didn't take too long until Zero had managed to sneak out and was on his way back to Norhr. He was running through a forest, thankful for the shade the trees were providing. His eye had get used to the light by now, but the sun was still giving him a headache. It was draining him of the little energy he still had left, so quickly that Zero was starting to wonder if he could even make it.

He was out of breath and slowing. The fighting noises were now barely audible, he was a good distance from the castle. He had seen some flyers when he had been closer, but now there seemed to be no fighting going on anywhere close. Zero came to a stop, nearly toppling over. Breathing. He needed to keep breathing. His head was pounding, and his vision was starting to blur. He closed his eye. He couldn't tell if he was dizzy from the lack of blood or the punishing sunlight. It didn't really matter. He had to push through.

Tsubaki was sure he had seen somebody move when flying over this part of the forest. Very sure. He had had to land his Pegasus nearby due to the density of the trees rendering it impossible to land where he thought he saw the person running to. Carefully, he made his way through the forest, naginata ready in his hand. Breathing. He could hear some sort of heavy breathing after walking for a while. He followed the sound to a tree somebody was leaning against. They were slumped forward slightly, face covered by hair, but the prison robe was a dead giveaway. Tsubaki raised his naginata, drawing his eyebrows together in surprise and confusion.

"What are you doing here?", he said, taking a couple steps towards the Nohrian.

Zero froze. He hadn't heard anyone approaching over the pounding headache. When he raised his head, he was looking at the sharp end of a naginata. When his eye managed to focus, saw that the person holding the naginata was no other but Mr. Perfect. Zero relaxed a little.

"I'm escaping.", he said, looking directly into the Hoshidan's face, forcing a grin.

Tsubaki rolled his eyes at that. The Nohrian looked so much worse than the last time Tsubaki had guarded him and the pained grin wasn't going to cover that up. He tightened his grip on his naginata.

"I'm can't let you do that.".

"Why not? You didn't seem too keen on keeping me in that cell in the past.", Zero returned, his grin now a little more genuine.

Tsubaki's lips formed a tight line. He couldn't really disagree, of course. He personally didn't want to see the Nohrian rotting in the cell again. He lowered his naginata slightly when Zero took a step towards him.

"You could finally stop wasting your time guarding me, too. It's really a win-win situation.", Zero continued, sidestepping the naginata and getting closer. Mr. Perfect was obviously not even going to try to fight him on that. After giving Zero more than one chance to escape, there was no point in trying to make something up. He wasn't even trying to break eye contact. Zero smirked.

Tsubaki didn't budge, staring at zero approaching. He didn't try to stop him. He really did look like hell, sickly pale skin glinting with sweat. His hair was sticking to his forehead, but he didn't seem bothered. He looked somewhat manic, his eye full of the usual mischief, but also fevered, desperate. It was a look Tsubaki hadn't seen on him before, and it put him on edge. He didn't notice stepping back when Zero was close enough to touch him. Zero just followed suit and another step later Tsubaki's back met a tree trunk. Zero didn't give him much time to register it, though, stepping into the Hoshidan's personal space, blocking his way with his own body. Tsubaki was still holding the Nohrian's gate. The closeness made his pulse accelerate.

Zeros hands found their way to Tsubaki's shoulders, resting there, observing the Hoshidan's reaction to it, looking for anything that would tell him he'd try to fight or run. Tsubaki returned his look, eyes revealing racing thoughts, uncertainty, curiosity, intrigue. He was waiting for what Zero would do next. Zero wouldn't let him wait any longer as he closed the space between them, pressing his lips against the Hoshidan's in one swift motion.

The kiss was desperate and hungry, Zeros hands clutching Tsubaki's shoulders pushing him flush against the tree with his full body. Tsubaki didn't return the kiss initially, taken by surprise by the sudden assault. But he also did not push the Nohrian away. He had wondered about kissing the prisoner, had wanted it. But he did not consider it realistic, didn't think it'd happen, even with the chapped lips moving against his.

Tsubaki's hands twitched, wanting to take hold of the Nohrian pressed against him, wanting to bury his hand in the matted white locks. But he held back, tightening the grip on his naginata instead and balling his others hand into a fist at his side. He didn't trust this, not fully. Tentatively, he started to kiss the Nohrian back.

Zeros hands were snaking their way up to Tsubaki's face, coming to rest on his cheeks. He was making sure Tsubaki didn't move his head as he sucked in Tsubaki's lower lip and Tsubaki knew it was coming then, braved himself against the pain.

Zero run his tongue along Tsubaki's lip, looking up at him through his lashes. The Hoshidan's cheeks were dusted light red, but his eyes were closed. They fluttered open as he flinched when Zero bit down on his lip. His eyes met Zero's, but not with the look of betrayal or disappointment Zero had expected. He looked calm, much like he did when he let Zero drink weeks before.

He had expected this. Something about that riled Zero up and he tightened his grip on Tsubaki's face, pushing his head against the rough tree bark before lowering his gaze again, starting to draw more blood from Tsubaki's lip and drinking.

Tsubaki didn't move. He could feel the familiar numbness spreading from his lip. The pain in his lip turned dull and soon enough he barely registered what Zero was doing. The grip on his face felt like the ghost of a touch soon, his eyes unable to focus properly. His thoughts started fogging and he started leaning more into the tree, his body feeling heavy.

Zero held him upright as he started to slump against the tree, eagerly drinking. He wasn't even tasting it. Not until he felt his throbbing headache calm, his body slowly regaining energy. That's when he calmed down, adjusting his grip on Tsubaki's face so his nails weren't digging into the soft skin. He looked up once more, his own gaze more piercing than before. He was met with Tsubaki's glazed eyes.

Everybody had a different reaction to Zero's venom. Tsubaki, he had already observed the first time, seemed to be out of it pretty quickly compared to most others Zero has drunk from. Fascinating and very handy in a situation like the one he currently found himself in. He couldn't allow for anyone following him, couldn't have Tsubaki even trying to. And he would make sure that would be the case.

Tsubaki already seemed to be in no shape to do so, his body slack between Zero's and the tree. But Zero had to made sure. A voice in his head urged him to kill the Hoshidan. After all, the best way to avoid being followed was to kill the follower.

He slowly let go of Tsubaki's lip, carefully helping the taller man into a sitting position, propping him against the tree. Blood was trickling down his chin and unto his immaculate clothes. He didn't seem to notice, empty eyes trained on the floor, body slumped against the tree, a far cry from his usual stiff posture. Zero should really kill him. He sighed, licking his lips. Fact was that Zero didn't want to kill him and he didn't have the time to ponder any longer. He gave Tsubaki a last glance, telling himself that he would probably regret this.

But he'd face that whenever the time came. Now he turned around and ran.

#fire emblem fates #fe14 #fe niles #fe zero #fe subaki #fe tsubaki #vampire au #some blood #niles/subaki #zero/tsubaki

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shinichameleon · 8 years ago

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NDRV3 - “陰キャ原”

Lately I got several messages when they asking about... this one “陰キャ原” they’re always asking. I’m sorry if I answer very late and I want to finish it right now.

This post is huge spoiler warning if you didn’t finish the game especially final chapter. Don’t try copy 陰キャ原 and paste in Twitter or Pixiv’s search bar unless you’re really curious to know.

(I recall oumakokichi had stated and explained about this “character” before but I can’t remember where it was)

Who is “陰キャ原”? Why I see this name everywhere especially in Twitter and Pixiv?

陰キャ原 means Inchara, a combination name of In character + Saihara. Inchara is a character featured in final chapter of NDRV3, where mastermind reveal audition videos for the killing game, showing what sort of people they were prior to participating. When Shuichi were shocked upon that video shows his former self willingly participated in a killing game and as one of Danganronpa fanatics. Thus, Inchara was born and the reveal of his existence becomes “One Scene Wonder” trope in Danganronpa’s history.

Inchara has another alternative name, “影原” means Kagehara, in English name, Shadowhara. This fan nickname comes from Shin Megami Tensei Persona′s reference, where Shadow bosses are taking as a human form and impersonating them with fake or true desire personality. Inchara and other students including who didn’t show up in the audition video, something akin to Shadow in Persona series.

Inchara was fan nicknamed by Japanese fans due the fact Shuichi shows his personality in audition video is very Out-Of-Character and found it very funny that our protagonist is actually an otaku. At the same time, many fans found this very wrong in so many levels. Thankfully Kodaka gave a huge hint from his Twitter.

According to Kodaka, he said players have to find out the contradiction in prologue chapter after they were finished the game. In prologue chapter, Former Shuichi weren’t crazy or feel obsess when the first time we saw him before final chapter. There are difference between Former Shuichi from prologue chapter and Inchara from final chapter:

Former Shuchi is sane and nothing looks like Inchara, no feel obsess, hype or acting like a crazy otaku, Shuichi being his usual self even after the end of prologue chapter. Inchara on the other hand, many Japanese fans believe there are several famous theories about him, I list two theories there:

A crazy otaku who cosplays as Shuichi and working together with mastermind.

A mastermind Tsumugi, disguises as everyone and makes fake audition videos. (We’ve seen Shuichi, Kaede and Kaito so far). Tsumugi can cosplay all DR characters EXCEPT MUKURO from two previous DR games, and surprisingly she can change her voice and size whenever she cosplays as someone else. The irony is that Tsumugi is allergic to cosplay as “real people” but she says she can cosplay due all previous DR characters are fictional characters, however this is maybe one of Tsumugi’s lie. Many fans joking Tsumugi has another talent called “SHSL Seiyuu”.

Meaning Inchara is not Shuichi we always know and they could be an impostor who disguises as him to make Shuichi fall into the despair. Well Shuichi believes this is one of mastermind’s trump card or not until proven otherwise.

How and why Inchara becomes an ensemble darkhorse. What about Kaede and Kaito? What about everyone else? And what do you mean they are separate character?

I think Inchara becomes ensemble darkhorse because...... it’s another main protagonist becomes crazy person. Remember Makoto had been brainwashed after watching Despair Video and Hajime is almost lost his hope and says “SHUT UP!”? Well this is one of them.

Although, the strong point about Inchara is that he has share similarity with Izuru Kamukura: As a plot twist, unexpected, and different identity character. Believe it or not, Inchara is your new SPOILER-KUN, just like how everyone calling Izuru Kamakura as Spoiler-kun without revealing his name for those who didn’t finish the game. Except Inchara had little contributed to the plot but makes Shuichi falls into despair.

Inchara’s personality and characteristic are come from audition video but few traits at least. Until his personality contributed by Japanese artists, depend on how they view him as an otaku. You;ll see how many times Inchara being creep whenever you see him buying Danganronpa merchandise.

As for Kaede and Kaito, I think everyone comments “They’re just their real usual self and nothing special about them. Still sad to hear about that”. Then there’s Inchara all of a sudden. You know, I have to admit I were shocked too when they’re revealed audition videos.

The reason why Inchara as a separate character or at least I can say he is a Doppelganger. As I mention it above, everyone believes Inchara and Shuichi are not same person. There are good reasons why everyone tagging him “Inchara” or “Kagehara”. Sometimes they tag it with their both name including “Saihara Shuichi” as well. It’s not wrong if someone calls Inchara as “Saihara Shuichi”, hence they have done this before even since Izuru Kamakura’s first appearance in SDR2 and still calling him as “Hinata Hajime”.

So yeah, Inchara has own character and his popularity goes skyrocket after that big reveal in final chapter, even despite he appears briefly in addition video. Just........ check all these links, you’ll see why.

https://twitter.com/ne_pogochan/status/838203588883066880

https://twitter.com/yu_ng_km/status/832945252176588800

https://twitter.com/26_Noeshi/status/833657091281739776

https://twitter.com/igaoxpt/status/828262334837649408

https://twitter.com/rin_hhs/status/844099332454285312

https://twitter.com/yyaammaakkii/status/840788025432989696

https://twitter.com/hadahadam/status/846419663907020801

https://twitter.com/LOG_haironpa/status/828939570171424768

https://twitter.com/shino_dgr_7/status/831938804814540801

(From 感觉好久没画最赤…… by Zui. Permission granted by the artist)

OH, HAVE FUN WITH YOUR NEW SELFCEST BY THE WAY.

Does that mean we have to tag new name for fake Saihara?

I would say yes, but I don’t think that’s not best answer I think of. It’s up to you, whether you want Inchara / Kagehara as brand new character or still tag him as Shuichi Saihara. By the way, not just him though, same goes for all characters including mastermind. Although..... Fake Saihara, Fake Akamatsu and Fake Momota are only characters who show their “true” personality in audition video so far. What about other characters?

Some Japanese artists having fun with this shadow / fake characters and come up with a lot of theories about their real personality. Some artists drawing Kirumi being a lazy person, Hoshi as pervert character Gonta as giant bully or actual a genius student who acts like a normal person, Himiko being an energetic person and so on. So yeah, you can see where is this going.

Now here’s the thing: We don’t know all unseen fake characters’ personality, so I can see why someone says “We have to tag Kage / Shadow + their last name” if there is no official work about unseen fake students. I can give you an example:

If you see fanart of Kirumi being lazy or any OOC moment, just tag “Kagejou”, “ Inrumi”, “Shadorumi” or any name you can think of.

If you want recommendation, I think Kage and Shadow sound good choice for tagging their name. Here’s the list I always mention them whenever I talking with my friends. All their name are based of their family name, Inchara is the only one who got trend nickname in Twitter while other characters haven’t got one (I always get rid out W word from “Shadow” except Kaede and Shuichi, don’t ask me why):

Shuichi - Inchara / Kagehara / Shadowhara / Kiimoihara (Creepyhara)

Kaede - Kagematsu / Shadowmatsu

Kokichi - Kage-ouma / Shadouma / Innocent Ouma (You will see a lot of Innocent Ouma fanarts whenever you see him acting awkward and being nice person)

Himiko - Kagemeno / Shadomeno

Kaito - Kagemota / Shadomota (Displays his bully personality)

Maki - Kagekawa / Kagemaki / Shadokawa / Shadomaki

Kiibo - Kiibo, just Kiibo. Unless you want to call him Human Kiibo or Prologue Kiibo. Sorry Kiibo.

Miu - Kageruma / Shadoruma

Rantarou - Kage-Ami / Shadowami / SUPER STAR AMAMI KUN (It’s a joke that Inchara wants Amami’s autograph, hence Amami is a superstar of two previous games before 53rd season. Before you ask, yes there is a fanart of Inchara buying Amami merchandise).

Tenko - Kageshira / Shadoshira

Gonta - Kage-Gonta / Shadow-Gonta (If Gonta never refer himself as a third person).

Kirumi - Kagejou / Shadorumi / Incharumi / Inrumi (For some reason I always use Inrumi, it’s kinda sounds like sort of youkai’s name)

Korekiyo - Kageshinn / Shadokiyo / Shioguji / Salt-Kiyo’

Angie - Kagenaga / Shadonaga

Ryouma - Kagehoshi / Shadohoshi

Tsumugi - Kageshiro / Shadogane

One more things, it’s very important if the character is wearing school uniform, meaning it’s very easy to identify these “shadow” characters are come from prologue chapter and audition video. If character never show their OOC and same personality (After prologue and before final chapter) while wearing school uniform. meaning you don’t have tag it.

I apologize if my English is kinda mess, I did my best to elaborate easy and simple. Thank you for sending the question!

#new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #danganronpa

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your-lady-star · 8 years ago

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Revealing the Star: Triumphant Takumi

Takumi has got to be one of the most interesting, thought provoking, complex and well designed characters to come out of Fates. Much like many of the best characters in the game, Takumi is one that you need to invest your time into in order to truly understand him. Judging based on face value alone might put off a lot of people towards him. After all, he doesn’t exactly make the best first impression. But once you’re willing to look past it and give him the time to grow on you, you’ll find that there is a lot to unpack in him and that there is something truly depressing to his overall theme. And I find all that connects to his unfortunate title of being Fire Emblem Fates’

#1 most damaged character.

Once upon a time, I would have easily given that title to Camilla. There really is a lot of damage on her (if you want to see the full scoop, I recommend checking out Ghast Stations support science video on Camilla), but even with that, we see clear moments of respite and enjoyment in her life regardless of what she’s dealing with.

In the case of Takumi, however, there are no moments of respite or enjoyment.

Unlike Leo, whose inferiority complex only affects how he interacts with his siblings, Takumi’s is so severe it affects how he interacts with everything. It’s not just the sense of inadequacy within his family, it’s the sense that he just doesn’t belong in the world, that he won’t ever be able to make a name for himself regardless of what he does and that he simply isn’t capable of even trying.

In fact, after doing some research on this, I found that Takumi might be going through something even more dangerous. Not only is he dealing with an intense inferiority complex, but I’ve actually seen some signs of possible schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is a mental disorder that affects the way one thinks, acts and behaves. And after looking through the signs one shows when suffering from it, I’ve seen that a lot of them are extremely similar to how Takumi acts in some moments through the games. His standoff attitude, the words and actions he does without wanting to, the belief that others are always talking about him behind his back and the fact that the archives label him as the character that has the worst nightmares all point to signs that Takumi might be suffering more than any of us initially thought.

And because none of the characters or the audience seems to be aware of this, it’s what’s caused so many to just assume Takumi to be just a jerk and just ignore him, which is only making the whole thing worse. Takumi already believes that no one loves him, so people avoiding him because they just think he’s rude and can’t be reasoned with will only allow him to sink further into his disease. People who are suffering from any form of mental illness need to be treated. Ignoring the problem in hopes that it will go away will only make it steadily worse. And with people like Takumi, you need to let them know that not only do you love them, but that you’re always there for them.

And, surprisingly, despite Takumi seeming to try and isolate himself from others in order to avoid getting hurt, he has managed to subconsciously surround himself with quite the large group of people who want to help him. And none more so than his

2 loyal retainers.

Even though we don’t know much on the history between Takumi and his retainers or just how long they’ve been together, one thing has been made clear from watching the way these two interact with their lord: they help to bring out the best in him.

It seems like, more so than anyone, Oboro and Hinata know who the real Takumi is. They have seen what he’s like when he’s truly happy and not worrying about his presence to the world. And it seems like they want to make that side of him more well known. They want others to see the Takumi that is more caring, supportive and lighthearted. And even if they aren’t able to do so, they enjoy the time they spend with him and the connections they formed with him. And what I like most about their bond is how both of them bring out different sides to Takumi.

Hinata’s supports with him show him trying to get Takumi to lighten up and just enjoy his time, and throughout the whole ordeal, it’s not his enjoyment he’s focused on, it’s Takumi’s. How he turns out isn’t what’s important; what’s important is knowing that Takumi had fun during the whole thing and all his effort didn’t go to waste.

Oboro’s is the one I find more interesting, for one big reason. This support showed a new and vastly unseen part of Takumi. Rather than being the one doted on and needing comfort, he’s the one comforting someone else and helping to ease their pain. In this moment, Takumi realizes that he isn’t the only one dealing with deep mentally scarring issues and he puts aside his own pain for the sake of another. It’s what helps to make the bond feel genuine, and unlike a certain pairing in Awakening that demands that we treat it as canon despite them having less chemistry than a rock and a tree, Takumi and Oboro’s relationship seems believable and understandable.

And it’s not just their bond that he has to show for, there’s also the bond he shares with his

3 siblings.

Though, in all fairness, his bond with them isn’t the greatest.

Not to say that they don’t love or care for him, they definitely do and are trying their best to slowly help him, but there is one big obstacle that holds it back.

They’re not really all that good at expressing it.

Ryoma’s bad habit of preferring an easy short term solution, Hinoka being so determined to maintain her tomboy image that I’m pretty sure if she even glances at a dress she’ll explode, and Sakura being so timid and unsure of herself that I’m surprised she isn’t scared of her own shadow don’t really help much in that matter. And considering their complete focus on trying to get back Corrin; let’s just say that it doesn’t surprise me that, even after all these years, Takumi is still suffering.

His siblings have some serious faults in how they handle themselves that they really need to fix if they want to get Takumi any closer to feeling better.

Especially considering that I counted

4 times he fell victim to the world.

Having his mind manipulated by both Anankos and Iago. Nearly succumbing to a fatal illness. Being held hostage by a disguised Zola. And nearly falling into the bottomless void of Valla.

I can’t blame Takumi for thinking that the world is out to get him, since he does seem to somehow have worse luck than Arthur. He has unfortunately painted a giant target on him by showing just how vulnerable he is and how easy it is to manipulate him. I can definitely see why Anankos made him his primary puppet.

Because of the constant hesitations, doubts and emotional turmoil he suffers on an hourly basis, Takumi has made himself very vulnerable and prone to be put into dangerous situations. And I find that it comes from two distinct traits to him. For one, because he can be a bit blunt and careless with his words and actions, it was easy for no one to realize that he was being manipulated and slowly corrupted. And second, aside from Ryoma, Takumi is easily the strongest member or the Hoshidan army, if not all the Fates characters. When you manage to get rid of the strongest person in an army, you almost immediately get the advantage over your foe. And if you can get that person on your side, you pretty much secure an instant victory for you. With this, it’s no wonder why Takumi is both desired and dreaded. And it’s pretty clear which side Takumi listens to more.

Yet in spite of all the turmoil he deals with on a daily basis, not only does he remain one of the most popular characters in Fates, he still remains the most desired

5 star hero.

I know that so long as new heroes get added, this statement is going to become less and less credible, but I still believe that even with all the new characters we’ve gotten, Takumi is still one of the most sought after units. I still see post from people who lament how they have yet to get him or celebrating how joyful they are to have him. And while it’s easy to hate on him because of how overpowered he is and how much it can pain people to have to face him in the arena, especially with recent updates, but that’s more down to the people that abuse him rather than the actual character.

And I know I might seem pretty biased, since I am guilty of using him on my main team. But allow me state why not only I, but many others like me, use him. Not because of his strength, but his character.

I stand by the belief that most if not all the Fates characters in Heroes are of a post Revelations universe. And if that is the case, it does explain Takumi’s personality in this. He seems to have mellowed out from his previous persona and is less harsh on himself. Granted, yes, he still has doubts and issues and he does still think that others look down on him, but it feels like he is slowly growing more confident in himself and is working to stand tall more often.

And that’s easily the best part about Takumi.

He’s easily the character we cheer for the most. The one we want to see grow and better himself. The one we want to see come out happy. We want to see him succeed and earn the peace he so truly deserves.

And with how things are going for him, I think it’s safe to say that he just might be on the right path.

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sonneka · 8 years ago

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For the prompt meme, maybe komahina for 26 or 29 :o ??

Why not both? :D Sorry, I just couldn’t choose one and I ended up using the two of them! Hope you like it!!

26.Tending an injury & 29. Cooking Together

It wasn’t the first time Komaeda was having dinner at his apartment, butit was the first time Hinata got home too late to have somethingalready ready to eat.

Crap…

He looked at the clock and, in fact, Komaeda should be arriving in more or less than twenty minutes. He wouldn’t be able to have something done by thatshort amount of time, what was he going to do?

The obvioussolution to that situation was having dinner at a restaurant or ordering apizza. However, he wouldn’t choose such options. It was against their dateplans.

They’d been dating for seven months now, and the times Hinata invitedKomaeda for dinner at his apartment he always had something already preparedfor the special occasion. Certainly, Hinata wasn’t the best at cooking, but hewould be lying if he said he was bad instead.

He wasn’tthe best at a lot of things, but every time Komaeda tasted his meals andpraised him for cooking them, he felt like he actually wasn’t so useless in theend.

So, he wasrunning out of time and an avalanche of questions suddenly hit him. What wouldKomaeda said if there was nothing to eat? How would he react? Seven monthsdating and… he didn’t know how would Komaeda react under that situation? Whenwould come the day he would finally understand him?

Searching answers to those questions was a waste of time, but hecouldn’t help drowning in them. And by the time he realized he had to calmdown, he heard the doorbell ring. It was already too late, even to startregretting his life choices.

During the way back to his apartment, along with Komaeda, Hinata didn’tknow what to do. His hand was sweaty while holding the other’s and it was surelynoticeable at this point. As soon as they reached Hinata’s apartment’s floor,he didn’t have other choice but to tell the truth.

“Komaeda…I…”

“It’s been a while from the last time I had dinner here with you, I’mlooking forward to eating one of your hopeful dishes tonight, Hinata-kun!” thedoor closed behind them and Komaeda surrounded Hinata’s shoulders with his arms. The latter didn’t even have time to protest, because he was shut up by Komaeda’s mouth. In fact, they hadn’t beenable to see each other for the whole week and it seemed like that thiswas way too much time for them.

“So…”Komaeda was still smiling, apparently not showing intention of letting Hinatago from his grip. “What are we going to do tonight?”

“I…” Again,he was wordless. He was so afraid of disappointing Komaeda, after seeing himacting so lovely… He didn’t want his carefree smile to fade away. But, in theend, did he have a choice? “I don’t really know.”

Komaedablinked a few times, Hinata couldn’t help biting his lip… “What?”

“I mean…I’m sorry, but I just got home and didn’t have time to cook anything,” theybroke a little apart, and even though Komaeda was still staring at him, Hinataturned his gaze away.

Now… what?

“So…”

“It doesn’t matter, Hinata-kun.” Hinata couldn’t believe a few wordswould make his mood light up so easily. He went back to look at his boyfriend, his smile was back. What a relief. “We can cook something together,can’t we?”

Now Hinatawas the one blinking. “But… you…”

He remembered how many times Komaeda mentioned he was a disaster when itcame to cooking, how many times he said his supposed ‘luck’wasn’t very reliable for that kind of activity…

Was it nowa good idea to stop believing in those statements?

“Well, ifyou want to…” Hinata didn’t have the time to think. He was having a second chance,something Komaeda decided by himself, and he had to take it no matter what.

“Of course! I want to see your hope shine, Hinata-kun! It’d be such anhonor to get your help in the kitchen!” He seemed so eager right now, his widesmile brightening his face and Hinata almost got to ignore all the ‘hope’ discourse his boyfriend just made because of that.

Komaedagrabbed his hand and he was immediately led to his own kitchen. Okay, it wastime to work.

He thought of an easy but not tooordinary meal to cook, took the ingredients and placed the required tools onthe counter. Komaeda asked about almost everything they were going to use and Hinata even wondered how he could live by himself not knowing the useof some things.

“Hinata-kun…” Komaeda interrupted his boyfriend just when he was aboutto explain how they were going to start, he seemed kind of nervous too, Hinatacould tell.

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering… Do you have an apron?” Hinata could swearKomaeda was blushing, what a cute expression.

“Mmm, I think I have one.” He didn’t like wearing aprons, but sometimesthey were essentials.

Aftersearching in the counter’s drawers for a few moments, he found theapron he was lookingfor and his cheeks burned. Just thinkingof Komaeda wearing one was enough to make him feel embarrassed too.

And his imagination didn’t lie to him,Komaeda looked pretty cute wearing the apron and the idea of cooking togetherwas going to get complicated due to that fact. They had to focus on the cooking, after all.

However, Komaeda was pretty smart and learned fast. It was enough withHinata saying what to do just once, everything was easier than what he expected first. Maybe Komaeda wasn’t asbad in the kitchen as he claimed to be.

“I don’tknow if I should cut these vegetables, Hinata-kun…” Komaeda chuckled, staringat the knife in front of him but not wanting to grab it. “What if something badhappens? I can’t cut fast and I’ll probably do it the wrong way, and—“

“Shut up,”Hinata was just behind him, what an awkward situation. He grabbed Komaeda’swrists and leaded his hand towards the knife. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

“Mm…” it was expected of him to feel that way, paranoid. Hinata starteddrawing circles with his thumb over the other’s wrist, in an attempt to relaxhim. Not convinced with that small show of affection, he gave a quick kiss onKomaeda’s shoulder making him twitch a little bit, but at least he laughed.“That tickles!”

“Just don’t be afraid, okay?” Hinata repeated himself, and nowKomaeda truly paid attention. He grabbed the knife and soon hewas ready to cut some vegetables.

With Hinata’s hand as a guide, everything went perfect. They got to cutevery single vegetable without nothing bad happening, so Komaeda’s predictionsended up being really wrong. However, this didn’t stop him from feelingparanoid. And when he saw the oil boiling in the frying pan, Komaeda’sface became paler than usual.

“Don’t worry, Komaeda. I’ve done this a million times without problem,you can do it too.” Hinata circled his boyfriend’swaist with his arm, while the latter had the bowl with mixed vegetablesin hand, staring at the frying pan as if it were the most terrifying thing inthe world.

“But I never did something like this and it can be so dangerous, Hinata-kun… Want to do it yourself?” Hebasically pressed the bowl against Hinata’s chest, a look full of concern onhis face. Seriously, did he have to be so worried?

Hinata justrolled his eyes, grabbing the bowl and a spoon to start what Komaeda was afraidto do. He only had to put the vegetables in the frying pan, what was thecomplicated part of that? He did that almost every day.

And he had never had problems with that. But…

Komaeda’seyes went from the frying pan to Hinata’s hand, unsure of what to pay attentionto. And suddenly, when Hinata was about to put the vegetables into the fryingpan…

“Hinata-kun!”It was a split second, Komaeda pushed his boyfriend’s hand away, but lettinghis in between… “Ouch!”

“Komaeda!?”obviously, the oil was boiling when he poured the food in, so some of the oilended up spattering onto Komaeda’s hand.

Not thisbeing enough, as it seemed, the white haired boy managed to hold onto thecounter after he got burned. And this way, his other hand surprisingly fell onthe knife he was using before, cutting the palm of his hand.

Now he washurt on both hands, Hinata was speechless and it took him a few seconds torealize he had to do something.

He pouredthe remaining vegetables into the frying pan and soon he was running out of thekitchen. “Just wash your hand with cold water… the burned one, well, b-bothhands! I’ll be right back.”

Komaedaprobably complained about that, but Hinata didn’t have time to listen at all.In the end, the only thing he had in mind was that his boyfriend was rightabout the danger…

Wait, what?No, it didn’t make sense at all. It was just that he was too paranoid and,obviously, paranoia was the easiest way to disaster’s path. There was no otherexplanation, and Hinata didn’t want to understand more either.

He grabbedhis first aid kit and went back to the kitchen. The sight he found there waskind of sad. Komaeda’s countenance wasn’t as bright as usual, he wasn’t evensmiling. However, he was still wearing the apron and it made the mood light upa little bit for Hinata at least.

“Don’tworry, Komaeda. Just go to the couch and sit down.” Hinata smiled, he justcouldn’t be mad in a situation where Komaeda seemed so regretful.

“And thefood?” the white haired boy finally gave him a look, still concerned. “I cantake care of my wounds by myself, Hinata-kun.”

“No… I will do it.”

Finally thesad look changed to be a surprised one, and Komaeda slowly left the kitchen tosit at the couch in the living room, Hinata following him.

As soon as theysat down, Hinata grabbed the hand with the cut first. The wound wasn’t deep,but neither as weak as not to care about it. He was still bleeding, so Hinata decidedto clean the injured area first.

Komaeda’shand was soft to the touch, his slender fingers were something Hinata loved alot. He took advantage of the situation and enjoyed the brush of their hands,their skins. When he looked up, to Komaeda’s face, he was already staring athim. Still, he seemed really sorry.

Hinatasighed. “Don’t be sad, it’s not your fault…” Or it actually was? Since Komaeda hadbeen pretty paranoid, this should have been the cause of everything, wasn’t it?But he always was so hard on himself, Hinata would never make him feel guiltyfor anything.

“It’s myluck,” a laugh escaped the white haired boy’s lips, but it didn’t sound good.“I had already told you, something bad was going to happen.”

“Well…”Hinata was wrapping Komaeda’s hand with some bandages, slowly, he reallyenjoyed taking care of his boyfriend, even if the situation wasn’t one supposedto be enjoyed. “Just forget it, it doesn’t matter. How’s your other hand?”

“It hurts alittle bit, but it’ll be fine… I guess.” Komaeda shrugged. “I’m the one whosuggested cooking with you, even knowing the consequences. So it’s still myfault.”

“Why didyou decide to do it then?” Once he was finished with that hand, now covered inbandages, he grabbed the other. Just brushing his fingers with Komaeda’s, beingcareful not to touch the burned area. Damn, it wasn’t a small mark at all… “Ifyou were so sure about something bad happening, why didn’t you ask forsomething else?”

“The thingis…” the white haired boy pursed his lips and looked away, while Hinata kept onplaying with his fingers. “I… wanted to cook with you, Hinata-kun. Someone ashopeful as you, teaching someone like me how to cook… It was such an amazingopportunity. But, you know, bad luck had to come next. And I was willing torisk my safety just to have a good time with you first.”

Hinatablinked repeatedly, eyes focused on his boyfriend’s. Then he smiled and lifteda hand to reach Komaeda’s cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “I still don’tunderstand you, you know?”

“I don’tblame you.” And now Komaeda was smiling too, he even leaned forward to gentlykiss his boyfriend’s lips. It was quick kiss but soft and sweet, probably fullof love.

“So, I-I’llbetter finish what we started.” Hinata got up, although he would’ve wanted tostay by Komaeda’s side a little longer. “I’ll give you some lotion for burnsonce we finish eating, that hand of yours doesn’t look good at all…”

Komaedachuckled, he was probably feeling a lot better now. He even followed Hinata tothe kitchen, just to stay at the doorway. However, he was still wearing thatcute apron and his smile was back, making everything feel at ease again.

“Are yougoing to stay over there? Are you sure?” Hinata inquired, now being him the oneparanoid.

“Yeah, it’sokay.” Komaeda leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “It’s such apleasure to see you cooking, Hinata-kun. I’m so lucky.”

#2 more requests to write #i'll do them tomorrow i promise!#danganronpa #komahina #my fanfiction

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hoshidanroyal-moved-blog · 8 years ago

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happy (late) birthday to nina!

(i.) I promised the lovely Nessa that that my Takumi was going to give the best gift in the universe to her Nina ( @aim--and--reload ), which was Takumi smooching some fine dudes. I was originally only going to have him kiss his ship-mates in threads or asks, but I wanted to take on the challenge and write her a bunch of drabbles of Takumi kissing almost every male in Fates. (ii.) To anyone who plays these characters, please do not take this is as me being interested in a ship with you or somehow forcing one. I really couldn’t care less. Like I said, it’s just a challenge/gift for a friend because I knew it would make her and her character happy, and I wanted to write at least something while on my brief hiatus. (iii.) There’s a good mixture of angst and fluff below (and also a whole lot of cheese). Some of these are a bit risque, but not heavily so. Characters that are NOT here are: Ryouma, underage characters, second gens, capturable characters, and non-playable characters (excluding two). I did, however, include the Amiibo friends (Ike, Marth, Robin), Allie’s wonderful OC named Veles ( @nesufuratu ) makes an appearance, and I’m going to be safe and include a trigger tag since Corrin is in here. (iv.) Please DON’T reblog unless you’re Nessa ( @royal-botanist / @aim--and--reload ).

▌ 💠 • • • ► VELES ▌

The stress of war aggrandized the closer to the end it became. But the end of whom would it dictate? One move made in err could bring the collapse of everyone they’d come to know; come to consider a friend. Whenever emotions swelled within Takumi, he’d always come crashing into the one who provided strength and guidance; something solid to lean against. Completing his transfiguration into a monstrous beast, Veles swooped the prince up and flew far, far away where little to no people knew of. Just for the night, it could all be forgotten, curled up close on a vacant hilltop beneath the luminous full moon. ❝ Thank you... ❞ ❝ Anything for you, my little prince. ❞ A fair hand cupped the younger’s cheek, frigid lips shocking warm ones tenderly. Every thing would be alright.

▌ 💠 • • • ► CORRIN ▌

They had won. The waves of victory washed over every last soldier in the army, the tension between Nohrian and Hoshidan alike suddenly uplifted like a heavy curse broken. Yet the hex seemed to still weigh over one, clouding their judgement, befuddling their mind... ❝ It’s not easy... ❞ The Hoshidan prince uttered breathlessly, stunned that Corrin would question so soon if trust had been earned. It was Takumi’s volition alone that could make or break them. ❝ Years can’t be brushed aside in moments. You know that. ❞ A grimace settled onto Corrin’s visage as he apologized for what must have been the millionth time since they’d met again, feeling as if the air had been beat from his lungs, easing back and wanting to give the younger space—but he was met with resistance. Slowly, bit by bit, he was pulled back into the warmth of open arms. ❝ That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try for you. ❞ Hesitantly, Takumi leaned up, placing a light kiss to the elder’s lips. A flush rose as he quickly jerked away, his words caught in his throat before a flustered exhale set them free. ❝ I promise, for you. I won’t give up on that. ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► JOKER ▌

(inspired by this image) The usually pristine image had worn down, suddenly unkempt—the perfectly straight posture now hunched, hair loosening from its tie, shirt open and sleeves rolled up like a worker of the land instead of a contemptuous butler. Focus was solely on the blades before him, sharpening and cleaning meticulously. And Takumi found it utterly bewitching. As soon as the prince approached he was met with violet fire, eyes narrowed in vexation; the typical severity that only one such as Joker could ever produce. ❝ If you’re here to deliver another one of your unnecessary quips, by the Gods, I’ll— ❞ ❝ Calm down,❞ the younger chortled, brushing off the potential threat while sauntering behind the chair. ❝ I’m just checking on you.❞ Skilled hands squeezed at the butler’s shoulders to ease the built-up tension, a gentle peck planting itself at the top of his silver locks. With a weary sigh, Joker relaxed, leaning back into the touch and tilting his head back, all the while pulling the other down for a quick kiss—then another, and another, and another. ❝ You do look like a mess, though...❞ Takumi murmured, a mischievous grin rising. ❝ Why, you little— ❞ Before the elder could land a solid smack, the prince had already rushed away, his laughter infectious.

▌ 💠 • • • ► SILAS ▌

❝ You’re Corrin’s brother. I’ll always protect you. It’s my duty as a knight and friend to serve you. ❞ In the beginning, Takumi utterly despised Silas, just like the rest of the Nohrian army that he had been so suddenly forced to call allies. The commitment pledged felt false; something told to calm any animosity; possibly coerced to do so by Corrin himself. The knight never learned to keep his distance, always pushing his company onto the little prince; always checking on his well-being at any given opportunity. Despite the internal protest, the younger’s walls began to crumble, and suddenly he relished the warm presence. ❝ I’ll always protect you, ❞ Silas repeated as he’d done so often before, ❝ as my husband; my life. Mine. ❞ ❝ And I’ll always protect you, in this life and the next. ❞ Timid smiles graced their cheeks, noses nudging delicately before lips met, melding perfectly with one another; made for one another. And, wrapped up tight within each other’s arms, they both felt safe.

▌ 💠 • • • ► KAZE ▌

(inspired by the Birthrights Drama CD where Kaze was a lowkey turd) ❝ My prince... I must wholeheartedly confess that I still feel guilty... ❞ ❝ For what? ❞ There wasn’t any need to ask, knowing full well what Kaze’s self-reproach referred to. Hearing it out in the open, though, would hopefully and finally bring some semblance of closure for them once and for all. Corrin’s first appearance in Hoshido had rankled the younger prince, enmity roiling off him in toxic waves. And the ninja had remained wholly unaware of the matter, of those heated emotions, continuing to ignorantly rub it in Takumi’s face that he was suddenly third in rank; that the true second prince had returned in all his glory. While it was truly a build up of many different things that had affected him and caused his run-away attempt, Kaze’s words had been the dominant catalyst. Even after rescuing the younger that very same night from a rogue Faceless, he still hadn’t seemed to understand what it was that had hurt the royal so deeply until it was much too late to formally apologize face-to-face. Surprise enveloped the ninja as Takumi ushered forth for a squeezing embrace, his own arms immediately wrapping tight around the prince. That alone seemed to free his mind from any worries, but the words that followed placated him fully. ❝ It was a simple mistake. You don’t have to be sorry about any of it. What happened is on me, not you. ❞ Unable to find a response, Kaze only pulled the prince closer and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Promptly the younger leaned up, returning the affection properly. ❝ No more thinking about it. Let’s move on, huh? ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► SHURA ▌

❝ You don’t want to be with me, kid. ❞ Words betrayed actions. Regardless of what had been said, Shura tugged the other closer by the fabric of his yukata, so tired of constantly pushing away. Opening up can’t be hard anymore, not with a band of people to call allies (and suddenly even more than). ❝ I’m here, though, aren’t I? ❞ The prince comforted the elder with a smile, hands reaching to cup a rugged jaw and place a gentle kiss to his cheek. No matter the other’s apprehension, he still met Takumi’s criterion in every way. One day Shura would come to comprehend that he was wanted, needed—but the prince would settle for silence in the warmth of his arms until the day came he could prove it.

▌ 💠 • • • ► SAIZO ▌

(inspired by Saizo’s stupid MyRoom line about being ticklish) ❝ There’s something I wanted to tell you. My one and only weakness. ❞ Saizo muttered, only to receive no answer. The younger had curled up at his side, almost drifting to sleep as the ninja’s fingers leisurely stroked his waist. ❝ I’m ticklish. ❞ Suddenly Takumi perked, muscles stiff and breath still. Tension rose, settling thick. ❝ Don’t. You. Dare.❞ Faster than the eye could catch, the prince’s hands flew as he sat up to straddle the elder’s waist, lithe fingers digging into every sensitive spot with ease and precision. Trying to snatch Takumi’s wrists proved futile, always met with surprisingly muscled resistance and a swift flick granting freedom. Breathy laughter merged, the younger’s growing louder as he advanced on what felt like victory. Enough was enough. Feeling as if his lungs would burst, Saizo wildly flipped them over, pinning the other’s wrists to the bed in a bruising grip. Laughter dwindled to light chuckling to the mere sound of heavily collecting breath. Still riled, Takumi couldn’t help but lean up, stealing a heated kiss as his thighs shifted and tightened around the ninja’s waist to draw him closer.

▌ 💠 • • • ► AZAMA ▌

❝ Lord Takumi, must you really ruin my mood with that sour look on your face? ❞ An ill-placed joke. In public, the prince could only cast vehement glances and strut past. Uttered beneath his breath, only he and Azama could hear his brusque retort, ❝ Must Hinoka continue sparing your life? ❞ — ❝ My prince, must you ruin the mood by— ❞ In private, the prince could do as he pleased. Lips bruised as they heatedly crushed together, each kiss fervent, angry, needy. Teeth clashed and tore skin, producing mixed groans of protest and urgency. If there was anything that could get the priest to shut up, it was certainly this.

▌ 💠 • • • ► HINATA ▌

A night filled with drinking shochu only brought on inebriated stumbling, rambunctious laughter ringing through the empty corridor leading to Takumi’s room. One misstep brought the pair careening into the nearest wall, the prince grumbling in dull pain while he held onto Hinata tightly for support. The retainer only grinned and nuzzled against the younger’s shoulder, his voice muffled and slurred, ❝ I like to watch your ponytail bounce... ❞ At the bizarre outburst, Takumi’s body wracked violently with silent laughter. Before his mind could settle on a sarcastic counter, everything stopped—breath, suddenly hot and heavy in his ear, and then a husky addition— ❝ I like to watch your body bounce... ❞ A shiver encapsulated the prince’s core; hips instinctively shifted forward to meet warmth. Instantly his lips were stolen, reluctant to part even as Takumi gripped onto the other’s arms to swiftly tug him away to his private quarters.

▌ 💠 • • • ► SUBAKI ▌

Repeated pecks landed on the sky-knight’s perfect grin, a scowl etching onto the prince’s features in return. The more the elder spoke, the more irritated Takumi became. Some similar form of ❝ Not quite perfect. Try again. ❞ was issued after every single kiss. Obviously Subaki was having a tremendous laugh at the other’s expense, but after an innumerable amount of teases, he’d managed to cross the line. Irritably, the younger tried to walk away, shoving past with his shoulder. With a chuckle, Subaki quickly reached for the prince’s wrist to drag him back into his embrace. ❝ I’m joking... ❞ Another—gentle—kiss was shared, lingering for just a moment longer for Takumi to settle. ❝ You’re perfect. We’re perfect, together. ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► KADEN ▌

(totally inspired by Kaden calling Takumi beautiful in Festival of Bonds) ❝ Well, aren’t you adorable! ❞ Takumi instantly bristled at the compliment, cheeks furiously blazing red as his jaw clenched. Circling the prince, Kaden laughed with glee while snaking his tail loosely around the other’s frame. ❝ Stop calling me that. ❞ The younger hissed through his teeth, eyes narrowed malignly. Never had someone paid such close attention to his appearance, and the kitsune’s roguish gaze only served to heighten his insecurities. ❝ Only if you give me something... ❞ Almost stealthily Kaden leaned in, and despite the protests from before, the little prince felt a growing urge to let it happen—a kiss, delicate yet playful all the same, leaving a desire for more when it was done. ❝ I win! ❞ The elder’s voice rang out and instantly shattered the atmosphere. Without warning, he ran off, continuing to yell about the ❛ beautiful boy brigade ❜ and leaving Takumi to groan in irritation.

▌ 💠 • • • ► XANDER ▌

While the royals of both countries were expected to show reverence to one another, it was still considerably astonishing that the Crown Prince of Nohr would develop a flourishing friendship with the second prince of Hoshido, despite it always feeling like something more roiling beneath the surface. Neither were the type to physically reach out to make their hidden affections known, but glances stolen and smiles shared were more than enough. Even if physicality had come easy to them, neither would risk it. The war was confusing enough, two enemies now joined as allies. Mixing royalty with affairs of the heart during harsh times would be a mistake. Despite it all, they both feigned ignorance, continuing to seek each other’s company when camp had been set. While different at first glance, both princes were more alike than anyone else cared to notice. Even if their first encounters were tumultuous, walls came down, laughter and grins rising to take their place; a rarity for the both of them. False rules be damned. Feeling the other so close, Takumi couldn’t contain himself. Bronze gaze drifted to perfectly formed lips before he leaned in, the kiss a gentle interruption to a story Xander had been sharing, meeting no resistance. His fingers curled behind the elder’s neck, golden curls wrapped loosely around. Warmth flooded his mind, a fire growing and burning away all thought—until the movement of lips tightened his focus tenfold, causing him to flinch in shock at what he’d done. The kiss had been eagerly returned, the Nohrian prince reaching for the other’s waist and causing what could only be described as a thousand frigid jolts rushing toward his core. Immediately Takumi pulled away, only to give a hard shove to Xander’s chest in turn. Fright filled his voice, strikingly loud in the placid mood built. ❝ I'm sorry—! ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► LEO ▌

Royal banquets and feasts; something that had always been entirely odious and irritating to Takumi. Each one only served to heighten his anxiety, making him wish he had the power to turn invisible so no one would strike up conversation or ask for a dance. Usually he’d hide away with Sakura somewhere after they’d stacked a few plates high with food, but she seemed to be having an unusually grand time with both of the Nohrian princesses. Lucky her. Pressure suddenly weighed heavier than before, ribs crushing lungs. Lightheaded, the Hoshidan prince slunk away to an empty balcony to catch his breath. Almost immediately a presence sauntered from behind, giving a small ❛ hmph ❜ of amusement. ❝ And here I thought you could make it for just one night. ❞ Leo facetiously stated, the ice behind his tone lacking its usual sharpened edged. His arms circled around the younger to hold him close, and Takumi immediately welcomed the comfort, eyes closing and leaning into the warmth. ❝ Need I find a more suitable dance partner? ❞ ❝ Shut up... ❞ The younger gave a derisive snort; exhaustion had made it difficult to bite back. ❝ Come here... ❞ Deft fingers found themselves curled beneath the Hoshidan’s chin to lift his head up with care, a supple kiss placed upon his lips soon after. Delicately, Leo’s thumb grazed along the other’s jaw as he murmured, ❝ We’ll stay here until you’re ready to go back. But you owe me many more kisses than that. ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► LASLOW ▌

❝ Why don’t you have tea with me, little prince? ❞ Laslow questioned, his dalliant smile beginning to irk the other. ❝ You can’t always be in a bad mood, and tea certainly cheers me right up, especially with the right company. ❞ ❝ Just this once... ❞ Takumi irritably sighed, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes at the retainer’s persistence. ❝ And then you’ll leave me alone, right? ❞ ❛ Just this once ❜ turned into a routine—once a week, then twice, then thrice. Without realizing, the prince was able to take comfort in the other’s presence, responding with a smile at nearly every approach instead of his usual snark. And, with Laslow’s constant need to stroke his own ego, it didn’t go unnoticed. ❝ You seem to be enjoying yourself. ❞ ❝ Hard to believe it myself, but I am. And I have you to thank for that. ❞ ❝ Then what say we make this official? ❞ Suddenly Takumi choked on the pastry he’d been savoring, little flakes spattering the table. Frantically he looked about, eyes wide as he took in everyone else, couples seated at nearly every table. Had it always been like this? Trying to accept what had been asked of him, he swallowed hard, the little turnover suddenly tasteless. The other’s brows furrowed, betraying his usual confident demeanor. ❝ I wouldn’t force— ❞ ❝ YES! ❞ Laslow was suddenly back in high spirits. With a cheeky grin, he nearly threw himself at the younger to pepper smacking kisses all over his cheeks, finally landing a solid one to his lips. Red furiously climbed from neck to face, leaving Takumi speechless and the elder laughing as he climbed off. ❝ That’s adorable! ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► ODIN ▌

❝ Oh, my beloved prince! Spending time with you is a joy greater than the sweet warmth of Heaven! ❞ Pink suddenly bloomed over Takumi’s cheeks at the other’s over-embellished and honeyed words, but not due to returning the sentiment or feeling complimented (though that played a small part). No, it mostly stemmed from second-hand embarrassment, rapidly glancing around to make sure no one else was in hearing range to make any wisecracks. ❝ Seriously, we’re alone. ❞ The younger sighed, shoulders drooping. ❝ Why do you have to talk to me that way? ❞ ❝ Oh, is my little lover shy? There is no need, for I, Odin Da— ❞ A roaring groan of discomfort emanated from Takumi, dispelling all the mage had to say. As if that wasn’t enough, the elder had been harshly pulled down, their lips crashing in a rushed kiss, producing a wonderful silence and leaving him utterly stunned. All bravado and theatrics had died away. All Odin could manage to fumblingly articulate was, ❝ That—that was nice... ❞ Mirth replaced irritability as the little prince only laughed, stealing pecks from the now rosey-cheeked elder.

▌ 💠 • • • ► ARTHUR ▌

Justice. It was a well-known fact throughout camp that Arthur lacked good fortune in all aspects of life, but what others didn’t know was that his poor luck had the ability to extend to anyone who could possibly be deemed as a lover. Takumi had come to learn that the hard way. The war combined with their occupations and allegiances left them little time to be together, only catching each other briefly throughout the day, tired eyes mirroring one another. ❝ We will have our justice, Prince Takumi! ❞ The Nohrian spouted off during a rare meeting, their hands clasped tight as they leaned against one another in their momentary respite. ❝ Come Hell or high water, we will have our justice! ❞ Victory—a war over, Garon and Anankos defeated, Nohr and Hoshido fully aligned. As soon as the news made its way down through the soldiers, the little prince scrambled to find Arthur, all but slamming into him with the tightest bone-crushing hug imaginable. Scattered jocular cheers came from the surrounding soldiers as the pair gave each other repeated kisses and pecks, ignoring their surroundings. Chuckling through the loving onslaught, Takumi had to add, ❝ Looks like justice has been served. ❞ Justice.

▌ 💠 • • • ► BENNY ▌

❝ You don’t talk much, do you? ❞ ❝ No... ❞ A gentle hum in response; Takumi could respect that, knowing how similar he could be when approached. Both men sat beside each other in the deepest chill of night, breath fogged over and watching the moon. A hellish nightmare had awoken the prince yet again; the same as always—his family brutally slaughtered before he could reach to provide help. Benny only stayed awake due to having the night shift, but finding solace in the other’s company stemmed from what felt like impervious solitude. Every night was exactly the same; find each other in the dark, sit in silence, and enjoy the presence the other provided. Even when the nightmares gradually dissipated, the younger always appeared in the same spot, at the same time, every night. ❝ I feel at ease with you. ❞ ❝ It’s the same for me. ❞ ❝ And I don’t feel as lonely as before. ❞ ❝ Yep... ❞ Even in the dark, the gentle dusting of red could be seen spreading across Benny’s cheeks. His silence stretched for several moments before he added, ❝ Same for me. ❞ Inching closer, Takumi carefully leaned in to place a tender kiss to the elder’s blush, all of his thanks and budding affection placed into one simple action. A breathy laugh of surprise found its escape as the gentle giant wrapped him up in a tight, protective embrace.

▌ 💠 • • • ► KEATON ▌

❝ AWOO! ❞ Takumi immediately edged away from the impertinent wolfskin, his nostrils infiltrated by the pungent smell of week-old sweat and dirt. What had he done to deserve this curse? If he couldn’t escape, soon enough the odor would begin to settle into his own armor. Disgusting. ❝ You helped me out there when you didn’t even have to. I should replay you, shouldn’t I? For helping me? ❞ Keaton’s ears impishly perked up before launching himself on the prince, opting not to wait for an answer. Lips crushed together, the elder’s clawed grasp tight on the other’s head to keep him in place, despite all the squirming. A rumbling growl emanated from the wolfskin’s chest before he bared jagged fangs, suddenly piercing Takumi’s bottom lip, drawing blood and a frightened howl of pain. Through laughter, Keaton playfully teased, ❝ I had to take a little something too. ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► GUNTER ▌

War sometimes had funny effects on people. After the loss of his late wife, Gunter had never expected to find someone again, but to deny that Prince Corrin’s youngest brother was a rough delight would be an outright lie. Ambivalence rose about the age difference, the clashing of cultures—but once the shell had been cracked, Takumi proved to be more matured than he’d realized. A quick shake of his head brought him out of his thoughts, realizing the younger had come near to ask if anything was the matter. Another shake of the head, a denial; it was truly the opposite, finally feeling a semblance of joy. A kiss dispelled all worries, both enjoying the quiet closeness that only the other could bring.

▌ 💠 • • • ► YUKIMURA ▌

Meeting in the corridor, Takumi shifted uncomfortably. It couldn’t last forever. Nothing could, despite desperately wanting it to. Their stations and expectations placed upon them were so vastly different, keeping them apart. Yukimura could always read him like a book; always knew, good or bad, what was coming. ❝ It’s not fair... ❞ the prince uttered, breaking the silence. All the elder could do was pull him close, finding no warmth in their final kiss.

▌ 💠 • • • ► IZANA ▌

A post-war party had been held in Izumo for all Hoshidan soliders to rejoice in the defeat of Nohr. Foreign delicacies and bubbling champagne lined the tables, overflowing. While everyone else reveled in the display, Takumi just found it aggravating. Like a petulant child, he stayed back from the celebration, but once his gaze landed on Izana, stunning as ever, he was at a sudden loss as to what had annoyed him in the first place. ❝ Enjoy yourself! Don’t be such a party pooper standing over here by your lonesome! ❞ A quick peck fluttered over the prince’s lips, leaving him paralyzed. Mind running faster than could be kept up with, he watched Izana sashay away, the desire to follow taking root and beginning to grow. Boldly he pursued, craving the company and hoping it came with more than just a kiss.

▌ 💠 • • • ► FUGA ▌

Silence enveloped the pair as they laid beside each other, evening settling around them. They’d spent so much time talking—about the past, who they were, the future, any little thing of interest—that their voices had gone hoarse. There was never a lull in conversation; only comfort in being able to open up and be wrapped in each other’s presence. Nearly half asleep, Takumi’s head rested on the elder’s chest, tightly curled at his side. Fuga could have sworn he felt his heart flutter, a sensation he thought he would never be able to experience again in this lifetime. A kiss settled onto silken locks, only causing the boy to stir and look up through heavy lids. Before the elder could apologize for waking him, the prince leaned up to close the distance between their lips, humming contently at suddenly being pulled closer.

▌ 💠 • • • ► IKE ▌

Mercenaries were never reliable. One day they worked for you, then the next against; a reason why Takumi was so hesitant to befriend one, more than any Nohrian he’d encountered within camp. But it was hard to hate someone who proved time and time again to be so honorable and trustworthy, even more so when their hands are gripping your waist and their lips are on yours. ❝ When the war’s through, you’re leaving. ❞ Not a question, a statement. The mood suddenly weighed down around them, the silence heavy. ❝ Is that what you want me to do? ❞ ❝ Of course not... ❞ ❝ Then why bring it up at all? ❞ A shaking breath, and Takumi’s fingers trembled as they found purchase on the elder. Hesitantly, he asked, ❝ What can I do to make you stay? ❞ ❝ I was always going to stay. ❞ A kiss landed on the prince’s forehead, the very tip of his nose, and finally his lips—again, again, and again—until he understood. ❝ I’m not going to leave you alone. ❞ ❝ Good, because I would have chased you down and brought you back anyway. ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► ROBIN ▌

Examine → Robin. A tactician who says he’s from another world; Ylisse, to be exact. Despite an odd entrance, he was immediately welcomed, even by the irritable Hoshidan prince. His curiosity and eagerness to learn of the new world he’d fallen into made him incredibly easy for Takumi to get along with, as they had come to share information of each other’s cultures, exchange various novels and scrolls, taught their language to each other. Absorbed in a book he’d snagged from the archer, Robin hadn’t heard him near. Gingerly Takumi pushed the tome away, climbing into the other’s lap and chuckling at the way he’d jumped in surprise. Needily he stole affection, claiming kisses and sensitive skin, tugging at robes—just another thing they’d learned to share with one another.

▌ 💠 • • • ► MARTH ▌

Trying to stay away from one another failed, despite knowing full well that the elder would one day leave. Princes of different worlds... it would have never worked, with each having their own expectations placed upon them and loyalties tied to their own lands. That didn’t make their parting any less painful. All Takumi had been left with as a kiss and a note that read, ❝ In another life, in another world, we’ll find one another. ❞ How little they knew that their wishes would come true, even if it meant bending to the will of a wicked queen from a distant world.

▌ 💠 • • • ►IAGO ▌

Glowing heat engulfed the prince’s broken body, mending and snapping and shoving everything into place. Moans of discomfort echoed in Iago’s ears, only to be met with a grandiloquent laugh. So easy it was to physically toy with another; to bend and break or to build and shape. Taking pride in his new possession, he gently caressed the younger’s cheek and leaned down to faintly press their lips together in a chaste kiss... only to feel the warmth surge from within the undead body, the soul still hidden there, reacting to whatever affection it could find as Takumi’s lips willingly responded. With another nefarious chuckle, Iago pulled away, cracking bones within the younger to teach him of what would happen if he did anything outside of what was commanded of him. ❝ Pathetic. ❞

▌ 💠 • • • ► ANANKOS ▌

A volcanic increase in volume shattered everything within the prince’s head, unable to hold the pieces together and slipping into darkness. ❝ You belong to me... And only me. ❞ The voice slithered from the ether, settling into the crevices of Takumi’s mind. From behind, a hand settled over his eyes. Searing white heat encompassed every inch of his frame, skin burning, images of destruction implanting themselves in his brain. Regardless of how much he tried to hold it in, he wasn’t strong enough. Tears leaked between clawed fingers and stained his cheeks, a scream tearing itself free from his throat. Anankos only bent the prince back so he could silence him with their lips pressed tightly together, swallowing every sound. His. Only his...

▌ 💠 • • • ► ZERO ▌

(inspired by Nessa asking me NOT to write Zero/Takumi) The archery field was left abandoned, opting to duck into the dark wood nearby for more rigorous practice. Pinned to a tree, the Hoshidan archer writhed in a mixture of discomfort and delight as Zero’s lips attacked his own, his jaw, his neck; teeth marring pale skin with splotches of purple and red. Before his knees could buckle, Takumi was hurriedly flipped, chest against the trunk as the elder’s hip rocked forward. As breath hitched tight in the prince’s throat, the other teased heavily in his ear, words procuring a shiver, ❝ If you want the arrow to hit the mark, you can’t shoot from so far away. ❞

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