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Kamen Rider Thunderbirds Chapter 5: Anything Goes! - Part 1

(Prologue, ...)

Hello guys! :3

This part of the chapter I had the most fun with! Its just... well let's just say chaos... XD

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“Why does food in America has to be so bloody expensive?” Koji huffed in annoyance.

“Is there a place where you can find food for cheap?” asked Recko, looking semi-curious.

“Mate, we wasted less money on it elsewhere before we came here!” his friend pointed out, his British accent grew sharper at his growing irritation.

Yuuki and Taira giggled their friend before turning back to their cooking.

“Yā~, I can’t wait for Sakiko-chan to join us this afternoon!” Taira grinned excitingly as he was preparing a big chicken.

Yuuki nodded as he cut holes into the fat of the pork steaks, then beating with the back of the knife to tender them.

“I think she promised us she’ll bring the Beaver Tails?” he gave a bashful smile.

“I hope she will!” the optimist nodded, giving the chicken a little smack of pride.

As if expecting it, Taira looked over his shoulder to smile at his friends in the living room.

Recko was grimacing in disgust, “Ew… Why are you eating this?”

“Uuh, isn’t it illegal to bring meat across the borders?” asked a rather perplexed Koji.

“It’s the Canadian sweets, we were talking about! And no, we don’t want to bring anything deadly across the boarders!” the optimist grinned, prompting a fit of laughter in the room.

Taira let the chicken roast in the oven, and Yuuki deep fried the pork pieces after covering them with batter and breadcrumbs.

The smell flowed across the apartment, entering the nostrils of the poor Raider, who was laying down on the bed with begging eyes, even whimpering of pity.

Noticing, Recko went to his canine companion to reassure him that he’ll get a nice and delicious meal soon.

Suddenly, a growling noise echoed the apartment, taking everyone’s attention to Koji, who was carrying the rest of groceries to the kitchen.

“Oh dear! Hunger struck me,” he held his gut with a modest look.

“You should eat something. Some snack?” Taira suggested as he took the groceries.

“Oh! I know!” Koji smiled as he dove his hand into bag. He then pulled out a well sealed metal can. ��Ah, my favorite! Canned beef steaks!”

“Not surprised…” Recko smirked in amusement, becoming aware of Raider wagging his tail at the sight of the can.

“I used to eat this Shiitake a lot, man!” his friend grinned, “This stuff is one of the things that are tasty, growing up in England.”

“I thought they were… Meh…” Yuuki raised his hand and lightly shook it side to side.

Koji chuckled as he clasps his hands and rubbed them eagerly in preparation.

“Ah, say what you will about canned beef steaks; a man’s disgusts are another man’s delicacy!” the ex-cop licked his lips.

He began searching for something to open it.

He found a can opener, a small kitchen knife and a fork. But for the last five minutes, and to his horror, he finds that the can opener was broken, the small kitchen knife snapped in two, and the fork bended!

“Let me open it,” Recko volunteered as he took the can from Koji, who ran off to the other room to grab one of his useful tools.

After trying his best to tear the lid open with his bare fingers, the biker kid stared at it with a cold stare.

“Who the heck makes it like this?” Recko uttered in a cold tone.

“H’Oh, for Kouta’s sake, man! Let’s h’open h’already!” outraged Koji with his sharpest Cockney accent as he came back, grabbing the can and attempted it to open the stubborn lid with his battle knife.

Suddenly, the tin container violently slipped out of his hands, ricochet a wall before it hit on the shoulder of a semi-suspecting Yuuki.

Horrified, Koji immediately ran up to his poor downed friend, “Ah! Gomenasai*!”

“Daijobou~…*” croaked Yuuki, rubbing the blossoming bruise where he got hit.

Taira picked up the offending can and chuckled, “Looks like we got a stubborn one!”

“Any ideas left?” Koji asked with a desperate expression.

“I have a plan! Maybe… I could use my powers to open it?” Yuuki lifted a finger like he just had a lightbulb lit up in his head.

“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, buddy,” Taira pulled face of uncertainty.

“It is not,” deadpanned Recko.

“We have to at least try!” the young cook replied, taking the offending item from his friend and placed it on the tiled floor.

With a deep breath, Yuuki’s eyes glowed bright golden as he stared directly at the lonesome can of beef steaks. His hair rose and waved in the air, as if gravity gradually lost its effect as the universe around him ceased to exist momentarily.

At first, the tin container slightly shook, growing more violently. Then, it bulged and twisted at the sheer force of his power, seemingly ready to be torn apart.

Realizing what was about to happen, Taira suddenly yelled, “Abunai*!”

An explosion rumbled in the kitchen, followed by a ringing silence.

“Was that your plan – lick it off the walls?” Recko deadpanned, wiping the pieces of meat off his face. He then looked down at his dog, who was licking the food off the floor happily.

“Oh…” Koji whimpered as he looked around the room, seemingly about to cry.

He thoughtfully took a piece of meat of Taira’s surprised face and put it into his mouth. He swallowed it and let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Uuuhh… I have cabbage cake if you want,” Yuuki grinned sheepishly.

The ex-cop turned and smiled faintly.

“Thanks, I don’t feel hungry anymore… And we should probably clean up before Sakiko comes in.” He added, following the sight of a poker-faced Recko, who was looking with grim silence at the ceiling.

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*Japanese translation:

Gomenasai = I'm so sorry

Daijobou = Its okay

Abunai! = Look out!

[zeroenchiladas]

Introduction: Song of Swords

Noise are mindless creatures that kill with a single touch. The Megid are monsters who wish to take advantage of that so they can rewrite the world's story. But there are those who stand against them, be they singers or swordsmen. They are the Symphogear Wielders and Kamen Riders, and how this story ends is for them to decide!

Sympho-Saber: Song of Swords is a Fanfiction Crossover/Fusion between Senki Zesshou Symphogear and Kamen Rider Saber.

The basic gist of the story is that it’s a retelling of Saber alongside Symphogear and all the minor differences/changes that occur when you mash these two particular series together. It’s rather straightforward in how it works, though the Saber side received the most changes due to this fusion basically using the Symphogear world as a base and planting Saber’s characters and its plot elements within it.

As of this post we’re 36 Chapters into the story, have completed S1 and G while also just getting started on GX (3 Chapters/Episodes in currently). There are also a couple of Special Chapters, OVA’s, and even a “Movie” Chapter that add more chances for fun interactions between both casts.

Here are links to both my major accounts if you wish to read it.

FF.Net Ao3

[orjange]

Suture

Rating: General Audiences Category: M/M Fandom: Kamen Ride Faiz Language: English Ships: Inui Takumi/Kiba Yuuji Characters: Kiba Yuuji, Inui Takumi Tags: Fix-It Fic, Canon Divergence, Character Death Fix Words: 575 No additional warnings.

Written in 2018 to cope. published on AO3 in 2021

Summary:

Kiba wakes up in a hospital bed. [Spoilers for the very last arc of Faiz.]

Kiba opens his eyes to find himself in a hospital bed, Inui clasping his hand, warm tears dripping onto his fingers. He's never seen Inui cry before, at least not like this. And for whom? The man who had betrayed him. Inui always had more faith in Kiba than the man himself did, or anyone else, really. But he never really realized this, not until now. Raising his other hand to gently cup Inui's face, wiping tears away with his thumb, he tries thinking back on what just happened.

"Kiba?"

He must have passed out. His abdomen is throbbing, his legs feel numb, like they're not even there. Inui must have hit him there, Kiba realizes.

It was a small price to pay in exchange for getting to live. He'd manage even without functioning legs.

"Kiba!"

Inui must be consumed by guilt. Kiba wants to lessen this, somehow. He feels that he deserves way worse than this for what he had done. He wants to reject Inui, push him away, because he doesn't deserve him. Not his guilt and not his-

"Kiba! Just... Say something already!"

Kiba snaps back into the present. "Inui..." His voice sounds awfully hoarse.

"Kiba..." Inui tries to wipe his tears with his sleeve but it doesn't work as well as he anticipated and he gets more snot on it than tears. "Oh fuck..."

Kiba smiles. For a bit he feels like nothing even happened. Like they are back at the batting cages, just talking and enjoying the other's company. Back then, Inui Takumi had a calming effect on Kiba. With him he felt understood better than by anyone else.

But Inui clung to an idea of Kiba when the man himself had already changed. Kiba knows now that he'd been wrong, at least partially. It's no easy choice - humans or orphnoch? But to fight for the humans, who had betrayed their trust times and times again... Kiba was starting to understand what Murakami had been saying all this time. Maybe the humans were eternally meant to be his enemy.

Yet Inui chose them. Inui chose them over him.

Kiba didn't really know why he'd even cared so much. It seemed to be much less about gaining a strong ally and far more about... Having Inui by his side.

He looks over to Inui, who is now frantically wiping his snot-covered sleeve with a tissue.

"Inui..." Kiba says and Inui stops the snot wiping and looks at him, with that soft expression of his, and it feels a bit strange. Kiba is now too awake to ignore the stinging in his chest, or his throbbing headache. "...What happened?"

Absent-mindedly crumpling the tissue in his hand, Inui takes a moment to think. He looks down then, his expression visibly darkening. "...Your legs..."

"Inui..." He takes the other man's hand, the empty one, in his, and squeezes it firmly. "It's okay. It's not your fault... You made the right choice"

Inui's eyes glaze over again.

"It could be way worse. I could be dead right now!" Kiba says in a joking manner.

The other man doesn't laugh. He hums briefly, as if to signal that he has thought the same thing. But it seems to do little to console him.

Kiba absentmindedly massages the back of Inui's hand with his thumb. "I feel no regret... Or malice towards you." It's true. "And I don't want you to feel guilty like this." Or anything.

[theanimoo]

Ghosts And The Man Who killed Them: Prologue

Characters: Miho Kirishima, Miyuki Tezuka, Takeshi Askura, Odin, (Random guy) & Yuichi Saito

Pairing: None

Summary: A singer in a smoky room, the smell of wine and-OH GOD! THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!

Warning: Blood, swearing, gore and death

Word count: 1582

Day 2 of 30 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge and the prompt is Mafia Au for Ryuki.

“We’re up next, Miho.”

Miho paused, her eyes narrowed as she popped the lid on her stick, and glared at a young man that couldn't stand still. His legs shaking like desperate leaves hanging on a twig; shaking, even though they should just fall off and…die.

“Yuichi, stomp your stamping!” The singer stared down the frightened man as he kept tapping his foot, and looking down like a kicked puppy. “The hell are you so nervous for?” 

“You don’t know?” Yuichi suddenly stopped his stamping and looked up with a wide-eyed look. 

“Know what? 

“Well, you see my friend-” The man was suddenly stopped by Miho’s venom.

“That Fortune teller? What does he have to do with anything?”

Yuichi put up a finger as he took a deep breath. “Let me finish, he did a reading for this night and he told me that something was going to happen. Something real bad.”

“Something bad? Come on, do you really believe that fortune telling bushwa?” 

“Well, he’s never been wrong, and there’s also going to be-” The man was cut off again as a group of boys came walking past them with their instruments in hand and grins on their faces.

“Good luck, you two! We have a special guest tonight.”

The two stopped for a moment, both wondering the same thing and what it meant.

Who’s the special guest?

After a few seconds of looking at each other like a couple of blockheads, they finally climbed up the creaking stairs to the stage, and took their places behind the red curtain.

Yuichi on the piano and Miho front and center of the microphone. They both waited in silence before the curtain pulled back to show a dark room filled with cigar smoke, and smelled of wine and blood.

Mobsters and thieves filled the audience, but one person caught their attention: It was the Don.

Odin

The man always wore a perfectly crisp suit and a mask, hiding his face from the world and leaving everywhere he went with an eerie atmosphere. But, the man sitting next to him, he was new. A stranger. A new killer who was there to see their rinky-dinky little show.

He wore black suit, nothing but pitch except for a red waistcoat, and a maroon tie. And, yet that didn’t drive away from his features; He was quite a good looking fella. Slicked back hair and a looked in his eyes that reminded them of-

“Psst! Oi! Get to playing you dumb doras!” A voice that was all too familiar reached Miho’s ears, causing a smile to form as they glanced towards the stairs. There stood the lady’s older sister, their number one fan. 

The only person they trusted in the room.

After the lady’s sister skipped off to her seat, a smooth, deep voice swam over the crowd as a soft piano accompanied the little ditty; it slowly ramp up as they went on, but the mob seemed to love it. Song after song the duo completed brought big smiles to the crowd. 

The crowd was hanging onto every note, taking a ride on every tone and it wasn’t long until they were nearing the end of their show.

Hollers and calls rang throughout the room as Miho sang the last cord, and Yuichi played them out. Blood stained hands applauded with cheer, cheers that were created from cries that would never be heard. 

They almost didn’t want to hear them, but those cheers paid the bills.

“I would like to thank the Don for gracing us with his presence, and for being your friend along to our show. He is quite a handsome fellow if I do say so myself.” Miho spoke with the sweetest voice she could muster as the crowd roared with laughter, the stranger gave a small nod, and Odin waved. 

Then the curtain slowly began to close as a wave of calm rushed over the duo, and they let out a breath that they didn’t know they were holding.

“We’re still alive, right?” The pianist let out a pained chuckle as he was socked in the shoulder by a smug Miho. “I’m still surprised that it went that well, it still seems a bit odd.”

“I told ya it would be ab-so-lute-ly fine, and see nothing happened! I told you that stuff was all balon-AAAAHHHH!”

Red splattered across the singer’s face, iron attacked her tongue and a blood curdling scream left her form as white silk was stained. Her eyes darted around as she stared back into bloodshot eyes.

The pianist’s hands were dripping with blood as fat tears streamed down his cheeks, and mingled with the red on his collar.  Screams filled their ears as Yuichi stumbled across the stage, and tumbled into a hysterical Miho. 

“M-my hands! Miho, I-i-it’s my hands!” His voice wavered as he raised his hands to show the carnage of his most prized possession; Yuichi had been shot, and all they could see was a sick smile through the curtain.

A smile they’ll never forget.

“Oh, god! We need to go! -AHHH!” Miho grabbed onto the man’s shoulders, her whole form shaking as they rushed towards the stairs. The sound of gunfire and the cries of pain sent them stumbling over themselves, fear rushing through their veins as they scrambled to get up. 

The duo clung to each other like an lifeline as they made it to the floor, and a figure backstage caught-

A loud thud made them jump as time seemed to still, there on the floor was her sister. Red poured from her lips as her form laying limp, pale and quickly losing life. 

A hole in her head.

"Nee-san! NOOO-!” Her screams fell on deaf ears as she was yanked past the bones, and into the back of the club- to the exit; Miho couldn’t stop her feet from trying to dart back, but a face left her frozen.

The same sinister smile from before was directed right at her, clothes stained red and engulfed with holes; he didn’t shoot though, he just waved.

H-he waved at m-

“MIHO, MOVE!” 

The singer was yanked back with the force of a desperate man, but it wasn’t enough to tear her gaze away from the monster staring at them. It was almost like he wasn’t even there, a figment of her imagination.

He might have just been smoke and mirrors.

Yuichi slammed into the exit door with his shoulder, biting back a gasp of pain as he pulled Miho along. Concrete greeted them once they stumbled into the alleyway, hard ground and grime gave them a place to catch their breath as they stared into the sky.

There was no cloud in sight as the stars shone brightly above them in an indigo haze, with a soft breeze blowing through the air. Their vision began to slowly blur over as the world began to still.  It would have been peaceful if a sudden blood-curdling scream hadn’t forced them to their feet, and scapering away into the night.

Lungs burned with every breath as their feet slammed against hard ground, and pushed themselves as far away as they could from the hell they escaped; hoping that running away would wipe their minds clean.

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The Ore Journal

Gunslinging Crook Asakura Takeshi Finally Thrown in the Salmer!

After the bloodbath that happened on the ___ of___ at a speakeasy that resulted in the death of over 10 people, and many injured, but the crook was finally caught. Asakura Takeshi was arrested by Police Detective Sudo after being caught at an esteemed lawyer’s estate; the crook was there for legal help (God knows he needs it), but he was refused services and without warning pounced! Thankful, Detective Sudo was on patrol that very moment- it’s almost like he’s superhuman! The Crook is currently awaiting his trial in the ___ jail and is-

RingRing 

Is said to be under heavy surveillance until he can be moved to a-

RingRing RingRing

A more secure-

RingRingRingRingRingRing

“Fine! I’m coming, so stop the ringing!” A disgruntled Miho slammed the paper down with a smack, before pushing herself out a loveseat that was too nice, and too far from her front door. 

She stomped her way to the door, but stopped, took a deep breath and opened the door with the sweetest look she could muster. “Well, what’re you here- wait!”

The person outside in the cold, windy air was someone Miho wasn’t expecting to see; it was the psychic guy-Yuichi’s friend. He was drenched in rain and was just dripping with dread.

“Why are you-?” 

“He’s dead.”

A sinking feeling formed a pit in Miho’s gut as she slowly shook her head; she must have heard him wrong. 

“That’s nonsense, there’s no way-!”

“He’s dead…he’s gone.”

The singer felt a lump in her throat, choking her and not letting a word out. She swallowed around nothing for a few moments as her mind raced. “So, how’d it happen? Was he blown down or-?

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, Canary.” His voice was even, almost cold, but his eyes were dark. They were little windows into his soul that he tried to hide.

“Then what was the point if I wouldn’t believe you?” Miho leaned against the doorframe while a sudden nauseous feeling rushed through her, making her sigh and shut her eyes.

“I just thought you should know, and I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.”

To Be continued

[captainbloo2023]

Kamen Rider Wizard: Festival of Fate - Chapter 1 "The Invitation"

Rarely was there mail for Wajima’s antiques. Aside from the generic bills like water, electricity and rent, never did a letter ever arrive to one of the three residents who took refuge there. It isn’t like Haruto nor Koyomi had any parents to send them sweet notes detailing the mundane intricacies of life, and the gift of knowledge asking for a novel in return. Questions like: How is school? Are you eating well? Any girlfriends? Neither of them have ever written a letter of the sort, so mail was a bit of a foreign concept. Besides, even if Koyomi did have family out there, because of course she has to - then how would they ever know she was residing here in Tokyo? It was the largest city in the world, you may spend years searching for a lost relative. Aside from their allies, Haruto and Koyomi were two people who may very well be shadows to the world. Two lost souls in a sea of faceless figures.

At least they had each other, after all. How long has it been now? Eight months? It’s been nearly a year since they met on that beach that fateful day. A lot has happened. Along the way they’ve met new friends, made new enemies and throughout their daily triumphs they have become stronger. Not only Haruto with his magic, but Koyomi in discovering her will to not just survive - to live. In each other and in their allies the duo has newfound hope, and no longer are either of them alone to deal with the curse of being survivors of the Sabbath. What was once a valiant venture has become a routine, and fear has turned into comfort in routine. Save one person, save the world.

But what if a world outside of their scope existed? Would their comfort turn back into fear, and spiral into despair? If that world beckoned the question: is magic a gift, or merely a well masked curse, would Haruto and Koyomi - would all of them be able to climb out from the hole of doubt and embrace the light once more? If magic is a curse, and stands as a natural force then what is the true nature of the world itself? A canvas to paint whatever your heart desires, or a cruel cage of fate that twists every free turn around your neck with the only release offered in suffocation being the clarity that your destiny was rigged from the start? There were times when Haruto himself wondered if being a wizard was a choice or not. After all, the driver was passed down to him by the White Wizard. He was chosen as the wizard, but then again… It is his choice to act with it. 

How much of Haruto Soma and his fate truly belonged to him?

Perhaps, the new world may hold his answer. In the form of an invitation to be exact, a vanilla coloured letter with a primrose seal.

“A letter?” Haruto asked, Koyomi handing him the envelope. “That’s not something we see everyday.”

“No,” Koyomi shook her head. “It came in the mail this morning while you were out hunting a phantom.” 

“Are you sure this isn’t for Wajima-san?” He inspected it more closely. Holding it up to the light, he hoped that the material would be thin enough to see inside. Unfortunately, it was not. Its material is too thick, and although looking like paper, feels much more like ephemera. 

“I can’t tell.” Koyomi sighed, resting her elbow against the back counter. “This could become troublesome…”

“It’s just as you said.” Haruto smirked, snapping in her direction, his index finger pointed right at her gloomy frown. “We can’t tell, right?” 

Without another word, he carefully removed the primrose seal. He handed it to Koyomi, much to her dismay. A kind gesture, but she wasn’t in the mood to be flirted with. “What’s this for?” She asked.

“It fits you.” Haruto shrugged. “Man, this thing feels ancient…” Little did the young man know he was much closer than he imagined. As he inched his fingers towards the seams of the envelope a bright light enveloped the room! “I can’t see a thing!!” He shouted. The bright light shifted colors, integrating the scheme of a rainbow and blasted itself in figures of waves and dots all around the walls. On instinct, Haruto dived behind the couch, and Koyomi picked up a frying pan.

It levitated in the air and spun around rapidly, the beams of light almost acting like bullets with how quickly they spat against the wall. It wouldn’t harm you, of course, but it would turn you into a different colour! All objects on Wajima’s shelf, ancient magical antiques were now discoloured mashes of shapes. “Haruto!” Koyomi screamed in reassurance of his safety. She didn’t dare to peek from beneath the counter.

“I’m OK!” He shouted back. 

Suddenly, the doors to Wajima’s shop opened up.

“Good morning!” It was Shunpei Nara, strolling in without a care in the world and no knowledge of the catastrophe that lie before him.

“Oi, Haruto, Koyomi-chan!!” Who was the unfortunate soul behind him? Rinko Daimon, of course. Before either of them knew what was going on, they were flogged with several bullets of energy that shot right through them. After one last flash of light the storm was over. 

“Are you two okay?!” Quickly, Haruto rushed to their side.

“Am I… dying Haruto-san?” Shunpei asked in a weary voice. He looked weak, and frail whilst he clung tightly onto the young sorcerer’s collared jacket. The end was near for his assistant. That was it, wasn’t it, huh? To die just like that. Suddenly, without time to think back on his many life regrets. Well, he had a nice time. It sucks that it had to be cut short so soon, before Shunpei could perform real magic himself.

He’s had a good life.

“No.” Haruto said. “Not even close, you seem fine.” He helped him get to his feet. “Although�� You might want to take a look in the mirror. You too, Rinko-chan.”

“What, did I get something on my face?” She clasped at her cheeks, rubbing them up and down to ensure that there was nothing present, or that she wasn’t oddly misshapen from being slapped to the floor by the pelting of beams. Slowly, Rinko rose to her feet. Anxiety coursed through her veins as she came head to the frame of the shelf mirror. Why was everyone staring at her with such restraint in their hearts?

Rinko turned around without another thought. She screamed.

~

“I think the colour looks great on you, Rinko-chan.” Shunpei whispered encouragingly, trying not to tick her off. Blonde suited her. It really brought out the fire in her eyes, or maybe that was just the unwavering fury. “Of course you’d say that!” She shouted, twirling the brindles in her hair in a dim manner. “You look like a rainbow!”

“Doesn’t he always?” Koyomi asked, watching from afar. It was then that Haruto came back into the main room carrying a box labelled only as PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION. 

“Here,” He reached in and tossed a few random assortment of rings out. “Try them on and let’s see what happens.”

“A-ah!” Shunpei barely caught his batch, having to dive right over the table. “You have to be more careful with this!!” He cried out, his heart nearly dropping into his gut. “Mr. Wajima instructed us not to go back into his closet next to the workshop.”

“Maybe for you, because you’re an apprentice.” Haruto said smugly. “Besides, we can’t exactly wait around for him all day.”

“Are you sure those rings can help?” Koyomi had her pan by her side in case it all went awry. 

“We can’t tell.” He snickered.

“You should stop saying that…” She sighed. They tried out the rings one by one. Wajima didn’t exactly label them, as he was the main man handling all of their equipment up until lately. It’d been only a few weeks since the old man had decided to take upon the klutzy assistant as his apprentice in being a ringsmith. It’s been a rough start, and most of his rings have yet to do anything substantial, but if Shunpei was a man of anything, he was one of resilience and ambition. His love for magic was unrivalled, surpassing the likes of Haruto. One day, he would be a brilliant craftsman - even if he had a lot to learn.

“Let’s try this one out.” Haruto suggested, handing it to Rinko. With some reluctance, she tried it on. BEEFCAKE, PLEASE!

Suddenly, the muscles on Rinko Daimon expanded. In a matter of seconds she had the body of a competitive weightlifter! “Guess that’s not the one we’re looking for…” Haruto muttered.

“Hm, I don’t know.” Rinko twirled in the mirror. She was admiring her new physique. Maybe they’d let her keep this one? “I could get used to this.” Shunpei tried on his first, but only after some prodding from Koyomi. These rings could do anything, after all.

TINY, PLEASE!

Shunpei was now shorter than Koyomi. All of them gathered around, watching in amusement as he started freaking out. It was like watching an action figure sprout to life out of the blue. “He’d make for such a cute doll. Koyomi, do you have any dollhouses around here?” Rinko asked, sticking her finger right in the poor man’s face.

“Not that I know of.” She shook her head. The gang tried out several other rings.

ROLLY-POLLY, PLEASE!

Shunpei turned into a round blob. They rolled him down the street much to his dismay.

ZEBRA SAFARI, PLEASE!

Rinko was now covered in zebra stripes.

PYRAMID, PLEASE!

Rinko’s entire torso was shaped like a pyramid.

LANK-PLANK, PLEASE!

Koyomi was now 6’0 tall. Why did she try on a ring? Well, she got curious. 

RETURN, PLEASE!

After at least a dozen rings, Shunpei and Rinko returned to normal. 

“Let’s leave the testing to Mr. Wajima next time…” Shunpei said, ironing out the cricks in his neck. “Um, Haruto… What even happened in the first place?” Haruto’s eyes jolted right open. He had nearly forgotten!

“This right here.” He reached for the letter. This time he was much more careful about opening it. 

“A letter?” Rinko said, examining it up close. “That’s what caused this? Shouldn’t we take this to the police? It could be a danger to you.”

“Do they have a section for magic?” Haruto asked. “Besides, I’m sure it’ll be fine now.” The letter was opened once more.

“HARUTO SOMA, INHERITOR OF THE DRAGON; GRAND MASKED WIZARD. YOU HEREBY HAVE BEEN FORMALLY INVITED TO ATTEND THE SUMMER SOLSTICE CIRCALIA FESTIVAL ON CELESTICE ISLAND. YOU ARE WELCOME TO BRING A MAXIMUM AMOUNT OF FOUR GUESTS. NO TRAVEL EXPENSES REQUIRED, ALL ATTENDANTS WILL BE ACCOMMODATED FOR. SIGN BY JUNE 19th IF YOU ACCEPT THIS OFFER. IF YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT, AN USHER WILL BE DELIVERED TO YOUR RESIDENCE.”

The disembodied voice was loud and carried throughout the house. Even the neighbours got a whiff of the speech! When it was all said and done, no one knew what to do next. Haruto picked up the letter to ensure he heard it right and there in writing was the transcript. As it turns out, he did hear that correctly. “Celestice Island?” He scratched his head. “Never heard of it.”

“Wooooow!” Shunpei was all over him, breaking any sort of physical boundary between the two as he reached for the letter, much to Haruto’s dismay as he held it high above his head. “Haruto’s been invited to a festival! Are you bringing us along?!” Shunpei fell into despair for a moment. “Oh, please say you’re taking us with you!”

“Was that ever out of the question?!” Haruto shouted, trying to keep his clingy friend off his back.

“Aren’t you being rather hasty about this?” Koyomi asked, an upturned frown finding its way on the corner roots of her mouth. “We don’t know anything about this place. What if it’s a trap?”

“If it isn’t?” Haruto said. “We’d be missing out on something pretty cool here, wouldn’t we?”

“Right, and after all…” Rinko laid her arm on his shoulder. “All we’ve been doing is battling phantoms. We deserve a break, don’t we?” It was at the mention of phantoms that Haruto turned his heel on the whole idea. He plopped the letter back onto the desk and turned around, pocketing his hands. “Nevermind.” He shook his head.

“What?” Rinko raised her brows. “You were so cheery about it just a minute ago…” “I can’t just abandon my duties here.” He crossed his arms. “If we take some time off, who knows how many gates could become victims of the Phantoms?” There goes his savior complex; a trait that all of them had studied quite well. For better or worse, probably worse - Haruto never took a day off as a hero. In fact, he had forgotten what it was like to take a vacation, so the enticing idea of a tropical adventure ashamedly allowed his responsibility to slip away. “I can’t afford to leave, even if it’s for a few days.”

“That’s not fair.” Rinko argued. “The last part of this year you’ve put your life on the line for everyone else, us included. If you don't take a day off at some point then you’ll never do it.”

“I have to agree.” Koyomi chimed in. “If you overexert yourself then you might not have enough energy in the future.”

Haruto plopped onto the couch, thinking it over. It was true, he hadn’t had a single day of rest since the Sabbath. Every minute of his life was spent attending to potential victims and assisting Gates whilst ridding of Phantoms. He was unable to remember the last time he ever did anything to his own leisure. “Still, if I’m gone, who's going to ensure the safety of Gates?” 

“We’ve met quite a few allies along the way.” Koyomi suggested. “There should be someone out there who can handle it.”

“How about Nitoh?” Shunpei suggested. Haruto shot him a look that said ‘I would rather not, but it’s worth a try.’ He reached into his pocket for his cell phone and dialed Kosuke. Thank the stars he managed to get his number. With a guy as nomadic as him, it’s hard to pin down where he’ll end up. He waited for the dial tone, but nothing came up. Nothing but a voicemail. Trying again, he hoped it was just a fluke. Still, nothing.

“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“But there has to be someone else!” Shunpei cried out in desperation. “Right?!”

“... There is one guy I know.” Haruto stretched out his legs. “It’s a longshot. I’ve only met him a few times.” Everyone sat in a circle around Haruto and prayed for their last hope: the mystery man who would grant them all a delightful vacation. A second passed, nothing. Another second passed. Again, nothing. This third second was the make or break for them. 

“Hello?” Haruto said. He picked up! They all cheered, Shunpei prancing around the room. Haruto stood up, wandering off from the living room. “It’s been a while, and it’s a lot to ask but I have a favor to ask…”

The rest of the group stood by the corner, listening closely for who this mysterious man could be. The bits and pieces they made out with weren’t enough to be discernible for the elusive hero’s identity. “Hm? Just like that, huh? You’re a lot friendlier than I imagined…” Haruto laughed. “Right, right. Anything for a friend. Well, that’s cool. We haven’t seen much of each other, but… I appreciate this. A lot. Thank you.” He was about to hang up, but he figured he needed to add one more tidbit. “Look, if anything gets out of hand I need you to call me as soon as possible. I believe you. Once again, thank you - and I owe you one.”

Haruto walked back into the room, and the trio of snoopers dropped to the floor. “So?” Koyomi waited for the deciding answer. “Pack your bags. We’re going on vacation.” Everyone cheered again, this time much more loudly, celebrating the once in a lifetime opportunity. There was a lot that needed to be done. 

~~

Later that night, Haruto lay in his bed with his head to the clouds. He couldn’t believe he’d actually accepted this offer. That mystery hero came in for the clutch, and he was glad that someone out there still considered him a great friend in spite of their scarce meetings. Still, he had to wonder what this festival was all about. The earlier doubts of Koyomi lingered in his head. Was there any deeper meaning to this invitation? For all he knows, he very much could be walking right into his end. Still, the thought of getting away and meeting other magical beings was too enticing to pass up. He’d been on his own for far too long, and he has to know for himself if there are others out there like him and Nitoh. Maybe he wouldn’t have to play hero alone for much longer.

“Celestice Island…” 

~~

A thousand leagues beneath the sea, in a deep dark hole hid a powerful force that lay restless adjacent to our hero. Imprisoned by those it once trusted, this unstoppable being of immense strength poked its head past the dense bars placed to keep its impending destruction dormant. The moon was bright tonight. It shined like a diamond, sprinkling a tiny glimmering beam of light to the center of this spiraled cage. The cries of the damned, the hopeless filled the air as it made its presence known once more to the world. It has waited too long for a night like this. The day it longed for has finally shown its face. The presence formed a dark grin; its lone heart had never held this amount of excitement. https://archiveofourown.org/works/43914396/chapters/110414802

[spacebattleshippotemkin]

Riderman wrote this.

[areyourae]

I've been wanting to say this for months...

WHERE ARE THE ANGST FIC? I NEED THEM😌

Where's my fellow angst lover? Suggest me some angst fic😔✊🏻 I need to waste these tears istg... Any fic welcome with an open heart😌 Idc if I've read it or not, just put whichever angst you like here~

[random-stuff567]

Concept art of Kamen Rider Yamikumo for my story, Kamen Rider: Dark Clouds, where Izuku Midoriya is augmented by villains and yet strives to be a hero instead.

Thank you so much @thefruitloop-chan for accepting my commission and creating this!

[aquabluejay]

Some illustrations for my Kamen rider Blade fic "Normal Teenage Problems Like the Horde of Evil Spiders".

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

trembling on some new beginning

Fandom: Kamen Rider V3

Pairing: Kazami Shiro/Yuki Joji

Rating: M, for not-especially-explicit sex and potentially unsettling cyborg body stuff

Summary:

Upon learning that Yuki's been hotel-hopping to avoid putting his neighbors in the way of Destron trouble, Shiro invites him to stay the night.

Notes: Thank you so much to @eclipse-song and @toku-fangirl-2015 for beta-reading this for me! 💜💜💜

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Kamen Rider Thunderbirds Chapter 5: Anything Goes! - Prologue

Heya guys! ^^

This is the start of the next chapter of KRTB series! While it has taken a bit long, it is slowly picking up steam! Thank you everyone for the support!

Now, let's start the fun! >:3

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Deep within the temple, screams of agony echoed through its dimly lit hallways. The flames on the torches flickered with unease.

“Kyrano!” the Hood’s voice boomed through the temple, “Give me the information I need!”

A whimpering cry echoed, though nobody heard what it said.

The screams increased, shaking the place to the core. Like sent of blood, it rose interest of the Elemental Masters.

The horrid sounds gave Terratroll a kick as he was hopping with amusement.

Aquarien lay on a chair made of rich red silk and expensive wood while licking her lips, at one point murmured in wishful thinking about adding more cruelty to the torture.

Pyrohimera was combing his flaming mane with intrigue, throwing a glance at the Master of Air who had the opposite reaction to all of them.

He was about to say something until the Hood barged the door open and entered the room, sweat covered his bald head and frustrated face. So much so his thick eyebrows were glimmering.

“My despicable half-brother!” the Hood growled under his breath, “Still haven’t told me the secrets to International Rescue, despite my continuous discipline!”

“Ooooohhh. He is with International Rescue?” Aquarien rose a bit from her chair, her clawed hand waved her fingers till they woven around her chin, “Why can’t you just slowly choke him, until he foams in his mouth? You’ll get the secrets drained out of him easily!”

“I would have, if my powers could reach his throat, foolish creature!”

“How lame… Should’ve told him he was going to die anyways. His kind are nothing more than sub-human,” she huffed, getting up from her prestige seat and walked away with an air of disappointment.

The Hood huffed, grumbled, growled, and waved his fists in the air in utter annoyance as he stomped around the room.

He then spotted the Master of Air, simply standing there watching him with a pensive aura. The bald maniac sagged his shoulders and shouted.

“Do you have nothing to say?!”

Pyrohimera stepped in at his full loyal and formal frame next to his Summoner.

“Just now, he mentioned about how this whole commotion you were doing were getting into his nerves…”

“He- He wants ME to shup up!?”

“I don’t understand his standing, either,” The Master of Fire quickly replied.

The Hood threw a deathly glare the offending monster, his eyes glowed with a terrible light with desire to torture him with the same treatment as he did with Kyrano and every victim that came across him!

The Master of Air, unaffected and unbothered, let out a huff and slowly walked away, with dust kicked aside from his crow-like feet and tattered cloth.

“Maybe, we should focus on our mission to conquer International Rescue!” Terratroll stepped in next to Pyrohimera, who’s face immediately dropped into utter annoyance, “I heard of a little… information that dropped off that sub-human’s tongue…”

“Right…” The Hood took a deep breath as he fixed his collar of his jewelled outfit and hastily walked to the alter. The two Elemental Masters followed him, standing opposite of him.

“I want you to send your troops to the NY-P Children’s Hospital in New York City!” he pointed at the mentioned spot on the map of the huge city, "Cause as much destruction as you can. And let them come! The rest you know what to do..."

The Master of Fire leaned in and frowned. He took note of place where the new target was, and the place where he first unleashed his horde.

“There’s a problem, Summoner,” he objected, “I’m still not sure if the Kamen Riders were still in this area. There’s a possibility they haven’t left their post…”

“Oh, how about I’ll help you with that…” the Earth Kaijin threw a side-eye with a nasty grin on his rocky face.

“What do you offer now, Terratroll?”

“I’ll send a battalion of my Monopods, and a Brute Commander. For the latter, I suggest infusing some of your power into him,” Terratroll calmly explained.

Pyrohimera rubbed his chin mane with a thoughtful expression.

“Very well, I’ll take your offer,” he slowly nodded. Then he immediately pointed a serious finger at his colleague, “But if this plan fails, then I will be disappointed!”

“No, I will be disappointed!” hissed the Master of Earth.

The Master of Fire let out an annoyed growl. Slowly raising his dragon head that acted as left his arm, and blew fire at him. Huffing, Terratroll’s hand transformed into a cannon to return the disrespect his flaming fellow was about to receive.

But the impending fight was quickly interrupted by the Hood! Who threw a dagger in between them, jabbing it into the wall.

“Do your mission already!” he yelled, spooking them both.

His glowing eyes burned bright with boiling hot anger, his booming voice shook the Kaijins and the temple.

“I will make them PAY! I will make them weep as I burn what they care about!”

From the corner of the room, the Master of Air turned around and quietly muttered in the driest of tones, “Fools...”

[zeroenchiladas]

Introduction: Roze from Remnant

A twist of fate sends Ruby Rose to a new world for an important task, a task that will change the very course of history for both Earth and Remnant: "It is time for the Heisei Kamen Riders to pass their power down to the future! But with the appearance of a simple, honest soul far from home, what will the future hold? Rejoice, for the birth of a new age!" 

Rider Time Zi-O: Roze from Remnant, or Roze from Remnant for short is a Fanfiction Crossover between RWBY and Kamen Rider Zi-O (alongside the greater Kamen Rider multiverse).

The basic premise is between V5 and V6 of RWBY, Ruby is taken from Remnant and dropped on Earth. This Earth specifically being that of Kamen Rider Zi-O, nearly a year before the series starts up. This ends up causing divergences both minor and major across both series in general.

As of this post, we are 96 Chapters into the story, with several Interludes/Special Chapters to go with them. We will also be completing the fourth major Saga soon, and after a short break, will be working through the fifth major Saga through the rest of the year. Here are links to both my major accounts if you wish to read it.

FF.Net Ao3

[orjange]

Walking On Eggshells

Rating: General Audiences Category: M/M Fandom: Kamen Rider Ex-Aid Ships: Houjou Emu/Kagami Hiiro/Kujou Kiriya Characters: Kagami Hiiro, Kujou Kiriya, Houjou Emu, Poppy Pipopapo Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Homophobia Words: 2,947 No additional warnings.

Written for the Toku Poly Ficathon 2019, as a gift for Ao3 user Gatoraiden

Summary:

Somewhere deep down he wants to find out the truth and perhaps alleviate Emu's pain, just not worsen it. Like the intern, Hiiro too couldn't quite believe that the coroner would join forces with a man like Masamune, without at least a good reason. Then again, he was a bugster now, easily reprogrammed with the right knowledge and equipment, which Masamune definitely possessed. Doubt had gnawed at Hiiro anyway, and so had the intern's sullen face, which he tried - but failed - so hard to ignore. Something within him wished he could say some uplifting words to Emu, but comforting people really wasn't his strong suit, and he might just make it worse for the other. So he said nothing and treated Emu as he always does. If it were him, Hiiro thought, finding out what the coroner was truly up to would be the only true comfort. And god, he wanted to cheer up Emu so badly, as much as he didn't dare to admit it to himself. He went to Genm Corp to find out about Masamune Dan's plans, is all.

Hiiro is crouching behind the couch in Masamune Dan's office, Kiriya's hand covering his mouth, stifling any noise Hiiro might've made in panic. He looks over at Kiriya, annoyed,his brows furrowing. Then he hears the door open and freezes.

He'd decided on his own to stake out at Genm Corp, behind the intern's back, because Emu would worry too much or something. He'd been a little clumsy, the stress getting to him, but by no means careless. As a disguise he had put on sunglasses and an uncharacteristically tacky outfit, all paired with loose, unstyled hair. Following Masamune Dan around was his top priority, but sometimes his thoughts drifted off to the coroner, who had come back as a bugster and was now under Masamune Dan's command. He knew that the intern was terribly upset about this development, happiness conflicting with sadness. Hiiro himself pretended not to care all that much (though he clearly did).

Somewhere deep down he wants to find out the truth and perhaps alleviate Emu's pain, just not worsen it. Like the intern, Hiiro too couldn't quite believe that the coroner would join forces with a man like Masamune, without at least a good reason. Then again, he was a bugster now, easily reprogrammed with the right knowledge and equipment, which Masamune definitely possessed.

Doubt gnawed at Hiiro anyway, and so did the intern's sullen face, which he tried - but failed - so hard to ignore. Something within him wished he could say some uplifting words to Emu, but comforting people really wasn't his strong suit, and he might just make it worse for the other. So he said nothing and treated Emu as he always does. If it were him, Hiiro thought, finding out what the coroner was truly up to would be the only true comfort. And god, he wanted to cheer up Emu so badly, as much as he didn't dare to admit it to himself.

He went to Genm Corp to find out about Masamune Dan's plans, is all.

So Hiiro had followed Masamune Dan to his office and waited for the man to leave, from a shadowed corner in the hallway. When Masamune did leave, six hours of waiting later, Hiiro slipped into the office as carefully as possible, while making sure no one would see him.

"You're pretty bad at sneaking around, huh? I saw you slip in here and decided to follow after, by the way." says Kiriya with a smirk after removing his hand from Hiiro's mouth again (but not without making sure that they were alone again). Hiiro looks offended and regards the coroner with a cold stare. He was wrong to worry, this man can't be changed no matter how much you try to reprogram him. Really, all that was different about him was his black outfit, and the disturbing lack of sunglasses.

Kiriya simply disregards Hiiro's stern look and puts a hand on his left shoulder. "As obvious as your whole mission has been to almost everyone, I'm almost glad you're here, hotshot. I've been keeping the fucking bad guy act up for too long, and I don't think it suits me."

Literally anyone from the CR could be here and Kiriya would be saying the same thing to them, Hiiro knows that, and yet he feels strangely happy. Maybe some part of him had missed the coroner too. The thought sickens him a little.

Hiiro hasn't said anything yet, his brain overflowing with questions he could ask but his mouth feels sewn shut, like a defense mechanism, defending him from his own useless feelings. He takes a breath. "The intern is worried sick about you. It's trouble, his performance has gone down considerably."

Kiriya's smile fades and he looks away. "I know." Hiiro frowns at those words. "I wish I could just come back to the CR, like normal. But I've got something I gotta do, and this is my best shot at it." Then he laughs a little. "You'd think he'd be able to see through my bad lies by now, but he's naïve like that…"

"It's his good point." Hiiro throws in unintentionally.

Kiriya nods.

They're still behind the couch, Hiiro realizes suddenly, though they've sat down now since crouching is uncomfortable. Then he catches himself wondering what Emu is doing at the moment, and wrinkles his nose.

"You like Emu too, don't you?" Kiriya says suddenly and Hiiro's heart jumps. He resists the urge to press a hand to his beating heart.

"…What?"

Kiriya just smirks, 'I knew it.' written all over his face. "He just reels you in, with his unending kindness and dedication… I've seen you look at him, back at the CR. Before I died, I mean. It's really written all over your face, I think Emu's the only one oblivious to it."

Hiiro can feel his face burning up, and he scrunches his brows until his face muscles hurt. He can hear Kiriya laugh softly.

"It's really nothing to be ashamed about."

But Hiiro is ashamed, his feelings are shameful, and he wishes he could burn them. It hurts, because Emu will never be with him, because Emu only has Kiriya in his mind, and Hiiro doesn't have a place beside him.

He can feel tears welling up in his eyes and he's grateful for the giant ugly sunglasses he's wearing, because his face must be so distorted right now. He closes his eyes and prays for his tear ducts to dry out.

Kiriya notices Hiiro's shaking lips and shivering body with concern but says nothing. He just wraps his arms around the other, who weakly sinks into the embrace. Hiiro hasn't cried in front of anyone since his elementary school days, not even in front of Saki. To cry was to show weakness, and Hiiro didn't want to be weak. His feelings of shame and disgust at himself don't help the matter much, tears endlessly roll down his face and land on Kiriya's black floral pattern shirt. Kiriya had taken off Hiiro's tacky sunglasses so that the other could press his face into Kiriya's shoulder freely, which Hiiro did.

"I took it too far, I'm sorry." Kiriya says right next to Hiiro's ear, even though he hadn't done anything wrong. Hiiro shakes his head.

Kiriya registers what Hiiro is trying to tell him and replies with a soft 'okay'.

They stay like this for a while, and suddenly it's 11pm and they're still sitting and hugging behind the couch. Hiiro's tears had finally died down, so he wiggles himself free and moves away a little, his face turning red in embarrassment as his head clears up and the whole situation really registers with him. He wipes at his eyes, upset at himself for letting this happen.

He furrows his brows and clenches his mouth when he realizes that he got mucus and tears on the coroner's shirt. He pulls out his handkerchief and starts to wipe the place where his face had just been. Kiriya snorts a little at that and Hiiro frowns at him angrily.

"It's fine." Kiriya says with another snort and takes hold of Hiiro's hand, gently taking the handkerchief away.

Then Kiriya leans closer and kisses Hiiro on the forehead and Hiiro flails slightly in confusion, looks at Kiriya, looks at the floor, looks at Kiriya, and then his fight or flight response kicks in.

He shoves Kiriya away and flees.

They don't see each other again until that fateful day on the beach, with Hiiro having to watch Emu getting kicked around by Kiriya, which makes the bottom of his stomach burn. But he doesn't intervene, because this is between them, and surely Kiriya is pulling his punches. Hiiro sees Kiriya pull Emu close and whisper something into his ear and suddenly Emu punches the other, like in a fit of rage, and Hiiro feels like it had all gone to shit.

Hiiro hasn't told Emu that Kiriya was just playing a role, even though Kiriya didn't even ask him to, he had just felt it in his gut when Hiiro had brought up Emu during their encounter at Genm corp.

"It's fine." says Emu as Poppy nurses his bruises carefully and with a highly worried expression on her face.

She huffs. "It's not fine! How dare he do that to you! I'm going to beat him up!!"

Emu smiles. "Please don't do that, Poppy…" He doesn't seem upset at all, even though he’s holding a cooling pack to his bruised eye. Hiiro is watching, close to berating the intern for his reckless actions, but he stops himself, because he hasn't seen Emu so happy in what feels like ages.

Poppy pouts visibly, in an exaggerated way, as usual. "Just one pipopapunch!" She flexes. Emu laughs. “It’s not a joke!” She frowns. “Though you already packed a good one on him…”

Emu is still smiling. “I think we should focus on more pressing issues, Poppy… Many people need saving.” Poppy looks down in defeat and nods. With pouty lips, and after checking Emu again to see if she'd overlooked any injuries, she turns and disappears back into her game with a swift jump.

Hiiro, who has been too chicken to say anything (for once), stares, impressed by Emu’s calm demeanor. Emu’s words, they hit him. That’s the Emu he knows, the Emu he….

He’s lost in thoughts when Emu suddenly says his name and the bubble pops. Like a wave of water putting out a wildfire, Emu’s voice calms him down. Sometimes it riles him up, sets the wildfire in his head, sometimes it’s the firefighter. It’s not really Emu’s fault as much as it’s actually Hiiro’s fault, which it is through and through.

"Hiiro-san?" Emu says again and Hiiro turns around to face Emu, maybe a little too fast. He clears his throat.

"…What, intern." He presses out and it sounds rude, unintentionally so, but still. His face contorts into a grimace. Some cake would be nice right now, he's lagging sugar, he thinks. Maybe he should apologize.

The intern points to a bag on the table. Hiiro instantly recognizes the seal of a local bakery that serves delicious fruit and cream cakes.

"Kagami-san brought over your favorite." Strawberry shortcake. Hiiro's eyes start to glisten.

Shuffling closer, Hiiro peeks into the bag with caution. Strawberry shortcake, two pieces, and apricot cream cake, two pieces.

A few minutes of unpacking and plating later and Hiiro is ready, scalpe-, no, butter knife in one hand, fork in the other. Emu is looking at him.

"Do you have anything to say to me, intern?"

"Oh, uhh… I was just wondering… You're really going to use a knife for a cake this soft..?"

Hiiro snorts. "Ridiculous question. There is nothing I cannot cut."

He gets a defeated smile in response.

About to cut into the delicious cake, Hiiro suddenly halts. There is apricot cake in the bag as well, he suddenly recalls. And if his memory does not fail him, apricot is the intern's favorite.

He stares at the intern and then at the bag and then back at the intern again, who is looking quite confused at this point.

Hiiro sets down his cutlery and takes hold of the bag again. "…It seems my father may have bought some for you as well."

He can see Emu's face lighten up considerably and it fills him with an embarrassing feeling of glee.

"Apricot. Your favorite."

Emu nods. "How did you know?" Hiiro is still staring at his smile.

"You may have mentioned it at some point…" No, Hiiro had asked Poppy about it, who'd told him happily.

Hiiro has to stop himself from watching Emu eat cake, or at least tries to. Emu is off in his own world, reading a gaming magazine as he enjoys the cake, absentmindedly licking some cream off his fork after he finishes the piece. Hiiro catches himself staring.

A tiny bit of whipped cream falls onto Emu's soft jawline and stays there, and the intern doesn't notice at all, deeply preoccupied with an article on Fortnite. Hiiro is going to go insane staring at that bit of whipped cream, it needs to go, but Emu isn't noticing it, and Hiiro can't bring himself to say something.

So he does the next best thing, and only realizes the awkwardness of it when his thumb brushes against Emu's jaw and the other looks up to stare at him. Suddenly time slows down and the moment drags on for what feels like minutes, Hiiro frozen solid in place, cold sweat running down his back as he tries to contemplate what he should do next.

"Hiiro-san…? What are you doing?"

The intern's words bring Hiiro back to his senses and he moves his hand away from Emu's face at the speed of light, quickly cleaning his thumb with a handkerchief. "Cream." He says and hopes his face isn't melting, revealing his heavy discomfort and embarrassment. He's scrunching up his brows subconsciously.

"Oh, okay. Thanks." Says Emu and Hiiro can swear that he could see a tinge of red on the intern's cheeks.

The silence that follows is heavier than heavy cream and Hiiro just wants to leave so bad, but they're technically still on the job, and he also hasn't finished his second piece of strawberry shortcake.

So they keep eating, Hiiro trying to get lost in his thoughts once more and Emu continuing to read his gaming magazine, now skimming an article on a game Hiiro doesn't recognize. Emu seems distracted though, his eyes squinting. He occasionally shakes his head while pressing his eyes shut as if the sentences in front of him are collapsing, blending into one another. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, then puts the magazine away.

"Bad article?" Hiiro asks, even though he hates smalltalk.

Emu looks at him, seeming unsure if he heard correctly. "Uh… No, it was alright… Maybe. I’m just a little too distracted…”

“I see.” Says Hiiro. He has no idea how to continue the conversation. He doesn’t play video games or read magazines about anything but medicine or maybe cakes, and he doesn’t know where he should take the topic next. Sure, he is interested in what’s keeping Emu so distracted, but he doesn’t want to seem nosy or like he’s interested in the well-being of the intern.

“It feels like the letters start dancing across the page, making everything so much harder to read or understand! It happens a lot when I read for a while, and I start to lose focus…” Emu continues, unprompted, like he’d read Hiiro’s mind. “But it rarely happens with topics that interest me, so it’s a little frustrating.”

Hiiro knows exactly how that feels, at least he thinks he does. “I get like that too sometimes.” He regrets those words already.

Emu looks up, surprised. Clearly he never could have expected such a thing from the rational, well put together man that is Hiiro Kagami. It makes him smile a little. “Really?”

Hiiro misinterprets that smile. “…Don’t laugh at me, intern.”

“No, no! I’m not laughing at you!!” Emu responds quickly. “It’s more like… I’m happy?”

Happy about what, Hiiro wants to ask, happy about Hiiro himself being pathetic?

“I’ve just… Never met anyone with similar problems…” Emu continues. “And, I mean, I’ll admit that it’s good to know you’re not a hundred percent perfect either.”

Oh. It dawns on Hiiro then, that this is okay. Maybe good , even. But he lacks the ability to express these feelings, he wishes that he understood himself more.

So he doesn't say anything, just awkwardly takes another bite of his strawberry shortcake while hoping for Emu to continue speaking.

He does.

"I feel like you're being uncharacteristically nice to me today, Hiiro-san…" Emu props his head up with one hand. There's a smile on his face still. "Not that I don't welcome it, though! I'm just very used to your rough side."

That remark stings. Not that Emu is wrong, it just hurts a bit. Hiiro has been blunt all his life but real cynicism only hit him with Saki's death, like a dark wave. But he's not all ice, there's a creamy center inside, and Emu is getting through to it.

"I appreciate it." Emu adds quickly, hoping Hiiro isn't taking his words wrongly.

Hiiro nods, stern-faced and with burning cheeks.

Like being hopelessly in love with one person isn't bad enough for Hiiro, he now realizes that his chest gets tight and his stomach weird when he thinks about the coroner. Kiriya being back in the CR is making things even harder for Hiiro, now he has to see both him and Emu every goddamn day. Clearly, this is a crisis.

Emu and Kiriya ask Hiiro to go get ice cream with them and he says yes, like a fool. He doesn't even like ice cream. He only likes Emu and Kiriya.

Luckily, he gets to eat cake. And luckily, he gets to watch the other two enjoy their ice cream. They talk about trivial things like the weather or how good the ice cream is. Hiiro explains how rain happens because he can't stay surface level with any topic without getting antsy. They both listen to him.

They share kisses that afternoon, all three of them, and Hiiro feels like he's in a dream. They both have known all along, Hiiro realizes.

The feeling in his chest? Joy.

Once they've parted ways, Hiiro lets himself smile. He feels stupid but also just as happy and alive. The sound of his inner nagging voice is but a whisper right now.

[theanimoo]

The Wood and The Maidens

Characters: Koyomi Fueki & Hina Izumi

Pairing: None, but they could be cute

Summary: Two maidens meet in the wood, and one of them doesn't seem to be human.

Warning: None

Word count: 387...I just wanted to keep it a little short

Day 1 of 30 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge and the prompt is Fantasy Au for OOO & Wizard.

There in the wood two maidens met, one covered head to toe in vibrant colors and patterns, her hair braided with flowers. A basket in hand and a smile gracing her face.

“Who are you?” Her voice was airy with curiosity as she asked her question, but soon her eyes widened in confusion.

The other maiden had hidden behind an old oak, only letting her head poke out to look at the colorful one.

“What are you doing?" I won’t bite,” She couldn’t help the giggle in her voice as she inched closer to the tree; like the other girl was a skittish cat. What if I gave you my name first? Would that be better? ”

The colorful maiden was given a small nod, and received a small whisper. “Yes.”

“I’m Hina. It's nice to meet you, miss-?”

“Koyomi…my name is Koyomi.”

After being given each other’s name, Koyomi stepped out from behind the oak and quirked an eyebrow at the other. “Why are you here?”

It took Hina a moment to answer. She was too focused on how the other maiden almost looked…looked ghostly. Dressed all in white and with a blank look in her eyes. 

Maybe she’s a fairy or a spirit of the wood?

“Oh, I came here to pick herbs for my-”

“You came here for herbs?” The blank maiden almost seemed to find that humorous.

“Yes, I came here for herbs...is there something wrong with that?”

“Haven’t you heard of what lives in this part of the wood? ”

Everything suddenly stilled in the wood, like something was watching and listening to their little chat.

“What lives here then, Koyomi?” 

“A wizard,” The colorful maiden had never heard of this ‘Wizard’, but she didn’t miss the small smirk that formed on Koyomi’s face. “He’s said to be quite a grim man…as fearsome as a dragon.”

“As fearsome as a dragon you say?” Hina asked while she stepped closer to the other maiden. "If that's the case, then why are you out here alone?"

Silence formed between them as Koyomi seemed unamused by the question.

“I’m not afraid of the wizard.” She slowly began to back away into the trees as Hina started to follow. "But that doesn’t mean that you should stick around.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because…he’s not afraid of you.”

[revolver115]

After watching the Food Theory FNAF cookbook video, I kind of want to make a Toku-themed cookbook, with dishes representing most major series.

I don't really have the time for it, so I might make that a collection on AO3. Like, I can set up prompts for all the categories (drinks, vegan mains, non-vegan mains, sides, desserts, etc.) and have it be a collaborative thing.

[spacebattleshippotemkin]

Hongos Adventure in Switzerland.