#paralive fanfic

[saidtheriver]

non requiescere

「 Sometimes, Kei dreams. 」

i was just thinking at 1am in the shower "how would i write a fic with kei and dreams?" when he decided to throw this entire fic at me. it's been a day and he only shut up after i finished writing this.

is it in character? hell if i know, but i want to break miyama kei to pieces to see what keeps him together.

fic graphics that i posted on twitter:

The four remaining members of VISTY stare back at him dispassionately. He doesn’t need to look down to know that he’s wearing the same clothing he used to wear when he was still a part of the idol group.

What should he be looking for in their faces? Anger? Contempt? Regret for things they could never be? Is there something he should be saying to them, the VISTY his mind has conjured?

He was always the first to speak up in their lives, after all.

The words that fall from his lips aren’t the ones he means to say, words he means. 

“I’m sorry.”

“We don’t forgive you,” they reply back. 

He doesn’t expect them to.

Kei isn’t mistaken. He’s not.

Yet he stares at himself in the mirror, the void reflected behind him. His reflection is off, veering into the uncanny as he stares at what should be himself, but isn’t. 

He holds a hand up to the mirror. Blinks. Breathes in and out. Takes the earphones out of his ears. His reflection follows suit.

The earbuds in the mirror are blue, not gold.

When he casts his own earbud aside, his reflection does not.

What am I here for? He wants to ask. Not his purpose in this world, he knows that too well. No, in this dream. What is he here for?

He doesn’t ask the question out loud. Naturally, his reflection doesn’t reply.

The steps of hell shimmer in the mirror behind his reflection. He turns to look at what’s behind him.

There’s nothing, save for his reflection staring at him back.

Rokuta complains about a nightmare again. He doesn’t remember what happened in it again. It was scary again.

That night, Kei goes to sleep holding his little brother’s hand. It feels colder under the blankets than he remembers.

He prays to a god he doesn’t believe in to deliver him from his nightmares. Whether he means the ones he has at night or the ones he has in the day, he leaves up to Him.

Rokuta wakes him up for the first time. He says that Kei was squeezing his hand really hard and he couldn’t sleep. It’s the first time, so Kei apologizes. It’s not the first time that he remembers his nightmares.

Itsuki asks him something. Kei doesn’t remember what. He does remember the nightmare, though.

Losing Rokuta again to the stream of noise that submerges the world, finding the one song of clarity again out on a shore he doesn’t stray from, and falling and falling and falling into the water. Kei doesn’t remember drowning, but he doesn’t know how to swim. 

Better to change the current itself than to swim against it.

He doesn’t tell Itsuki what he dreams of. He tells himself that it’s because he doesn’t want Rokuta to hear.

He doesn’t tell Itsuki what he dreams of.

Kei doesn’t like it when he dreams of being at the steps. At this angle, he can’t tell if it’s heaven or hell.

Savior or sacrifice, what’s the difference? In this world where he alone sees the difference between darkness and light, he may as well be both. Martyred for the cause he believes in and finding himself at the gates of heaven, the steps beckoning him to ascend.

This time, the steps go down. That doesn’t surprise him. He swore to go back into hell so that no one else would have to. He’ll get his hands dirty, he promises. He’s never had to make good on his promises, not until now.

It’s only in these dreams that he questions. Because it’s only in these dreams that he questions, it might be more apt to call them nightmares instead.

Kei hasn’t slept well in too long.

Still, he wakes before Rokuta’s snoring can. Slips out to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. The clock reads a time he doesn’t want to see, so he closes his eyes and listens to the silence.

“Kei.”

Itsuki’s up. He opens his eyes to see, not the time, but the person.

“What are you doing?”

“My throat is dry.” It’s only after he says it that he realizes it’s true. “So I wanted a drink.”

Itsuki doesn’t press him further. Kei is thankful for that.

He doesn’t dream the rest of the night, save for the moment where he got himself a glass of water and woke Itsuki up.

Rokuta thinks Kei is getting sick. He hasn’t been eating, he hasn’t been drinking, and he hasn’t been sleeping well (because contrary to what Kei thinks, Rokuta does notice some of the time that Kei wakes up at night and leaves). The only problem is that Rokuta doesn’t want to worry Kei by asking if he’s sick.

He asks Itsuki instead.

Itsuki says he’ll talk to Kei without telling him that Rokuta brought it up.

It’s the least that Rokuta can do for the man who calls himself his older brother.

“Kei, are you alright?”

The man in question hesitates. He’s been doing that lately, as far as Itsuki’s noticed. It’s the twenty-first time Kei’s hesitated to answer his questions in the past seventy two hours, not that anyone is counting save for Itsuki’s razor sharp memory.

“Mm.” A non committal sound. By Itsuki’s count, it’s the thirty-third time in the past ninety-six hours, which is more than enough reason for concern.

“It’s nothing.”

Itsuki frowns. That would be the fifteenth time Kei has said those exact words in response to his questions in the past forty-eight hours.

He decides to properly confront Kei on the sixteenth.

Kei comes down with a fever. The sickness is just about as pleasant as the fever dreams he gets.

None of these are ones he remembers. All he remembers is feeling sick and tired upon waking, falling asleep into even more nightmares, and waking up, a painful cycle.

He vaguely remembers Rokuta feeding him soup. The bowl isn’t broken. What a good sign.

He vaguely remembers Itsuki taking his pulse. His touch is cool against his burning wrist. It’s a good respite from the heat.

He doesn’t remember when he gets better, only that one day, he wakes up and gets up from bed to Rokuta’s and Itsuki’s surprise. He greets them with a hoarse voice, a touch that still feels too warm to be healthy, and the barest of smiles.

The song he writes the day after is the worst one he’s written in a long time. It’s so shameful that he can’t even show Itsuki or Rokuta.

They find it anyway.

He doesn’t get nightmares after that.

[emimiiibakery]

Love at the Arcade

──★ ˙ ̟ Synopsis: Kantaro and Kenta are having a date at Akihabara and decide to go to the arcade.

──★ ˙ ̟ Pairing: Mikoshiba Kenta x Misuji Kantaro

──★ ˙ ̟ Genre: Fluff

──★ ˙ ̟ Word Count: 1,331 words

──★ ˙ ̟ A/N: I revived just so I can cross post a fic from my AO3 ? Yeah. Super busy with CETS, so I can’t really write anything huhu. Have fun reading this tho!!

The streets of Akihabara were bustling with people. So many different things to see condensed into one district of Japan. It’s an amazing sight to behold, but the two teens weren’t here to watch the crowd or sight see, no, they were here on a date.

It wasn’t Kenta and Kantaro’s first date, but the multi-colored hair boy couldn’t help but get excited as if it was their first time going out with each other. Everytime they decided to spend time with one another, a lovey dovey happy feeling would always bubble inside both of them. Although the shorter boy would always be more open about it while the taller one opted to keep it to himself.

The two lovers were having snacks at a cute cafe just a little bit off from the center of Akihabara, when suddenly an idea popped into the shorter boy's head. "Ken-chan! Let's take a pic! We look super adorbs!", Kantaro cheerfully said as he reached into his pocket to grab his phone. "You know I don't like taking pictures, right? You could take one of our food instead, it would practically be the same thing", Kenta said not interested in taking any photos whatsoever. "Awh c'mon! Just one! Please? Pretty please!", the shorter boy pleaded using his very best puppy eyes. All the taller boy could do was look away and focus on something else because he knew that he couldn't say no to his boyfriend's pleading eyes. "Tch, fine. Just one though", the green haired boy feigned annoyance. "Yehay! C'mon! Pose like this! And angle your head just a bit higher." the shorter boy said practically bouncing off his seat. Kenta could only snicker at his boyfriend's childish nature when it came to taking pictures.

After the two had finished their snacks and impromptu photoshoot for a single photo, they were off wandering the bustling streets. The lovers walked around hand in hand, not really knowing what to do next. Kantaro considered going to one of the malls located in the district, but they went shopping together not too long ago. As the two were walking the shorter boy suddenly stopped causing the taller one to look at his lover in confusion. "Ah! Ken-chan, I have no idea what to do for this date. Augh! I'm so mad I didn't come up with something before we went out! I'm a failure of a boyfriend!", the multi-color haired boy sighed in utter defeat. "Not really, we ate out didn't we? That's already a good date, but if you want to do something before we go home. Let's go to the arcade? We haven't been to one in a while", suggested the green haired boy to his significant other who's eyes practically sparkled at the idea. "You're right! Ken-chan you're the best! C'mon let's go!", Kantaro said, dragging his lover towards a nearby arcade.

The establishment was like any normal arcade but with the added aesthetic of colorful lighting that changed every few minutes. They had crane games, rhythm games and more scattered between the three floors of the building. The short boy looked around already thinking of the many ways he could use the arcade as his personal photo studio. Before anything could happen, he had to remind himself that his significant other hated taking pictures. Maybe, he could convince him, but he's already used his daily lifeline a while ago. Perishing the thought of taking any cute couple pictures he let out a depressed sigh. "What are you looking so sad for? Anyways, here don't go spending them all on one plushie because you think it's cute", Kenta said snickering as he handed his pouting boyfriend a handful of coins. "I won't! I have self control! Anyways, meet up after an hour?", Kantaro said, stuffing the coins in his pocket. "Sure, I'm gonna head up to the rhythm games. See you", the green haired hacker said as he walked up the stairs to where the other games were located.

"What to play? I'm not really good at arcade games", the multi-colored hair idol said to himself as he wandered the rows of different arcade machines. "Ah, a cute plushie! It looks just like me, but a bunny", Kantaro squealed at how cute the plush bunny was. Ignoring what his boyfriend said earlier he tried his hand at getting the plush. After a couple tries and a helping hand from the kind staff, he was now in possession of the stuffed bunny. "Are there one's that look like Ken-chan? We could get matching ones! That would be so cute!!", he giggled to himself as he skipped through the aisles trying to find a plushie that looked like his boyfriend.

After a few minutes, he found a cat plushie that had the same smirk that Kenta usually wore. "It's. perfect.", Kantaro said as he eyed the stuffed animal. He had his eyes set on that cat plush and he won't be leaving the arcade without it. He kept trying and trying but to no avail, even after the staff helped him. It's almost like it doesn't want to come home to him! How rude! "Hey, didn't I say not to spend all your coins on a plushie?", a familiar voice spoke. "Ah! Kenta, you're back so soon! Well, in my defense it's my second plushie, so!" the shorter boy argued with an innocent smile. "I was looking for you because all the games here are for normies and noobs", the taller boy shrugged. "Anyways, you want this little guy, but you suck at crane games? Lmao '', Kenta said as he leaned on his significant other's back. "I'm not bad! It's just that this cat plushie is so stubborn like you, hmph!" the multi-colored hair boy whined and puffed out his cheeks. "Then, I'll do it. I'll get him for you because you look like you'll cry if you don't get him lmfao", the green haired boy said as he took his lover's place in front of the claw machine.

"WAH! YOU GOT HIM! Thankies!" Kantaro yelled as he held up the cat plush like you would a child. "Here Ken-chan! I was getting him for you! So now we have matching plushies! Adorbs!!", the shorter boy smiled as he handed the stuffed toy cat to his lover and pulled out his own bunny plushie. "Uh huh, yeah thanks. I guess I can see the resemblance", the tall hacker said as he held up the plush. "Ken-chan, face it towards me! I'm gonna do something", the multi-colored hair idol said with a grin. "Okay, but why?", Kenta asked, but still did what his partner told him. "Because! Chuu!!!", Kantaro said as he pushed his bunny plush towards Kenta's cat plush making it look like they kissed. The tall green haired boy could only turn red at his lover's actions. "Hehe we basically kissed!", the short idol said as he repeated the action once more before he got stopped by his boyfriend. Without warning Kenta kissed Kantaro's lips in a chaste kiss. "Ehh?!?", was all the idol could say. "Wouldn't you rather have actual kisses?", Kenta said as his face turned a hue of red reminiscent of a cherry. "You, you! You're so cute! If you wanted kisses you could have said so!", Kantaro said, returning to his cheerful attitude. "It's- it's embarrassing! So get off my case would ya?!?", the young hacker said covering his face from his teasing lover

As the two walked home, the young idol kept teasing his boyfriend about how cute and innocent he is under all that rudeness he shows online. "This date was a success! Not only did we get matching plushies, but I got to see Ken-chan's cute side too!", Kantaro said giggling as he squished the bunny plushie he held in his hand. "Would you let that go already?", Kenta said clearly annoyed at the teasing. At least the date went well, at the expense of Kenta's pride.

[anewdaywilldawn]

🌸 CHAPTER 7 OUT!!! 🌸

This was one of my favorites, keep up the good work bestie 💜

🪐 no celestial ; kanallen

— chapter seven

"Kanata was a poor little angel that heaven couldn't help. He'd always been a tough one, not trusting anyone but his little brother Nayuta, the only person that ever made him feel love. Growing up by themselves, he did everything in his power to protect his sick brother, things that dirtied his holy hands. "It's for a good cause though", he thought. But it wasn't enough, and Nayuta died soon after.

Kanata's soul was completely spent. He became unable to feel love, and adding to his dirty dealings that soon were found out, he got cast out of heaven. Fallen on Earth with his wings blackened, he felt so lost and empty he thought he could've just died.

But a random encounter with a very annoying, persistent, stupid redhead human boy would've made him discover love again."

2889 words

genre: supernatural, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

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Allen stood there, his jaw dropped. Before them, the smoke slowly dissipated, revealing two figures, both with black horns, bat wings and a pointed tail.

Demons.

The boy felt lightheaded for a moment, trying to take everything in. If angels were real, of course demons were as well. But when he looked over to where Kanata was standing, the other looked pretty much at ease, his face impassible. Weren't they supposed to be enemies? Why did the angel know them already and even looked close?

"Hey there, Kanata! Ya seem to be makin' human friends!" one of the demons, who wore traditional clothing and was adorned in a bunch of golden accessories, teased him as if he was talking to an old friend of his. He strode across the room, the sound of his geta echoing, followed by his muscular companion. He stopped right in front of Kanata. The white haired boy's expression shifted to a visibly annoyed one, arms crossed, muttering a small "we ain't friends" that only made the man grin.

"Ah excuse me kiddo... we haven't introduced ourselves yet" he turned to Allen with a smile, "I'm Iori Suiseki 'n I lead one of the demonic clans in Hell. This buff guy behind me is Zen" he pointed to the tall man, who despite the huge appearance had soft eyes.

"Kanata-kun!! You look like you've gotten a lot better, I'm glad!" Zen walked straight to the angel's face, being all cheerful with him.

"Don't be so close... ugh, you're so damn noisy" Kanata grimaced, taking a step behind, "Ignore 'em, Suzaku. So, why are you here?"

"Everybody in Hell and Heaven heard all that noise ya made earlier, y'know?"

Iori turned back to Kanata, looking at him straight in the eye. His face was unreadable, but Allen could feel that there was something more implied behind those words. The well masked worry of the man made Allen listen intently, being himself on edge after seeing what happened to the angel.

Kanata just tsked, his eyes empty.

"So what? I don't remember y'all being my caregivers or somethin' like that. There's nothin' else we need to tell each other anymore."

Anymore? Allen wondered if something else had happened prior to Kanata falling. Why did he have business with demons? Was that the reason why he fell? He wanted to know more of him so badly, but he knew having to wait for the boy to say something was probably for the best.

"Aw, why are ya bein' so detached with us, now? Is the fact we wanna help you a bit that bad?" The demon said over-dramatically, pretending to sob, "Ya see, you and us... we ain't that different."

Zen got once again close to Iori, whispering in his ear if that was "the right moment to tell him" ; the man just looked at him back. Thankfully, Kanata didn't hear that, but nonetheless his patience started wearing thin by each second that passed.

"... Are you tryna hide somethin' from me, Suiseki-san?" the boy spat, looking into him. No matter how polite he had to be with that man, he couldn't hide the urgency in his tone.

"Not at all. I'm here to tell ya everythin' you gotta know, in fact."

"Hah?"

"Kanata, you don't know who your father is, am I right?"

"I don't... but what has that to do with–"

"I always gotta keep track of the people who work for me, so I made sure to do some research on ya..." Iori interrupted Kanata, still smiling even though his eyes weren't, "I always knew ya were a special kid, y'know?"

"... What does this mean?!" Kanata's eyes started to waver, as he couldn't bear to look at the man in the eyes anymore. His gaze shifted, and Allen felt the angel's eyes on him for a second, probably in search of something that could calm him down.

"Kanata, you and your brother were born from an angel... and a demon."

Half angel, half demon. Kanata looked down, his heart hammering in his chest. Suddenly everything made sense: Nayuta and him receiving the snake earrings when they were children, them being isolated from the other angels because they were scared of the twins' aura, their shitty mother wanting to get rid of them and calling them a mistake... all of it was because of their father. He felt dizzy.

"This... this can't be..." he uttered in a shaky tone, keeping his head low.

"Oh really? I'm sure you've always believed it, deeply in your heart."

Tsk. That damn demon was right. The beauty of temptation had been plaguing his mind since long ago, staining his heart more and more. The purity of angels had always been a dream to him. When he looked at Suiseki again, he understood the similarity: his gelid gaze was as wild as the demons' fiery one, no room for innocence.

"Now, your angel-demon nature makes things hard for ya." the demon started, his expression serious but soft, "You've fallen, so your demonic powers are finally surfacin'..."

"My... demonic powers?"

"That's right. You've always had them, but your angel side made sure to suppress them..." Muscles intervened, worry evident in his tone, "Now that you're a fallen angel, they're coming back to you in an enhanced form."

"So... that outburst of energy that happened earlier was..."

"Demonic power takin' over ya, yeah. If ya don't learn to keep your feelings at bay and control it... you might cause a real mess."

"And at that point, guards will bring you to Hell."

Head in hands, Kanata tried to digest all the things the demons were telling him. Hell, he didn't even know he had powers, let alone destructive ones. Although he didn't mind being associated with that other reality, as he felt close to it more than he had ever felt with Heaven's side, he didn't want to go to Hell, nor he wanted to harm anyone. No more of that. He had already caused so much pain in the past. His initial thoughts about dying were surfacing again, thinking that maybe he really did deserve to disappear, after all. All of this happening to him was only further proof of the curse he was bearing.

"I'm not gonna let that happen to you!!"

Kanata and the demons turned to the redhead, who hadn't said anything until that very moment. The boy looked as devastated as someone who had received the news of a parent passing away, and Kanata's heart hurt at that sight. Oh, how much he hated to be pitied. Angry tears prickled his eyes, but he managed to fight them for now.

"Oh boy, your human friend looks like he doesn't want ya to go at all~" Suiseki was teasing him again, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

The other boy immediately panicked, having spoken out of place accidentally, "Uh... I'm sorry to interrupt you. But yes, I... I wouldn't want anything to happen to him, ever." he composed himself again, speaking firmly.

"God... shut up." Kanata murmured in a pout, but apparently everyone else still heard him, considering how amused Suiseki looked. The demon hummed happily, enjoying Kanata's slightly distressed expression.

What was so funny about it?

Suiseki turned to Suzaku again and got closer, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, "I'll make sure nothin' ever happens to him." he reassured the redhead.

"... Hah? Wouldn't I be more useful to you if I were in Hell?"

"Ya ain't wrong, but I know it's not what ya want. You've suffered enough."

While Kanata furrowed his brows in confusion, asking himself what he did to receive such kindness from a stupid demon, Suiseki snapped his fingers, summoning three other figures: one was tall, with curly green hair and kind eyes; another one had orange hair and the demeanor of a little delinquent; the shortest one had pink hair and looked particularly annoying. They all wore tattoos and golden jewelry that stood out in contrast to the dark appearance of demons, exactly like Suiseki. Kanata thought they were also part of his clan, even though he never saw them back when he used to do jobs for the demon.

"Here they are! Hokusai, Satsuki and Reo are gonna watch over ya and teach ya a thing or two on how to control your powers." the leader proudly pointed at each one of them in the order in which they appeared.

"Ugh, that's booooring~ I don't like staying here on Earth!" the pink haired boy, Reo, whined so loudly he immediately got on Kanata's nerves. No one seemed to mind his tantrum though, being probably used to it.

"Shaddup, you brat! We gotta follow Aniki's orders!" the orange bastard, Satsuki, started arguing with the pink gremlin going on a rampage about values and helping people in need, the other guy seemingly uninterested in it. Again, no one questioned their behavior.

"Stop fighting... helping this boy is important, remember?" the gentle giant, Hokusai, spoke in a voice so low it was barely audible, and yet his tender smile was enough to make his younger companions stop. Kanata even doubted that could be classified as an "evil being".

The redhead, who had been standing close to Kanata the whole time, turned to him. "Are these... really demons?" he asked, confusion laced in his voice.

"Considerin' how noisy they are... yeah." the angel facepalmed at the chaotic sight in front of him, not sure if that was really a gift from Suiseki, or only something that could've made him go insane sooner. Suzaku giggled at that response.

"Oi! We're here for ya, y'know? You could be a bit more grateful!!" Satsuki stomped towards them, pointing at Kanata with his best intimidating expression. Kanata wasn't impressed.

"I don't need any of y'all annoyin' ass demons." he replied flatly, distancing himself from the orange haired guy. He could hear the other's overly exaggerated "HAAAH?!" behind him but he ignored it.

"Come on, Kanata-kun... I promise they'll get better." Muscles readily reassured him, noticing how frustrated the angel looked, being surrounded by so many people all at once. Suiseki joined in the conversation too, wrapping his arm around Kanata's shoulder. "I'm sure all of you guys will become friends in no time!" he flashed the boy a smile, even though the latter wasn't really sure about it, nor he was enthusiastic about spending time with them. If anything, the mere thought of it gave him a headache.

"I'm counting on ya, alright?" the demon turned to his little brothers, who gave a firm nod.

"Yeah, Aniki! Leave it to us!"

And with that, Suiseki and Muscles disappeared in a black smoke.

The demon trio approached the other boys again, their aura incredibly strong. They looked friendly, too friendly for Kanata's taste. Was he only able to attract annoying people he wanted nothing to do with?

"Mm... we're also going, now." Gentle Giant spoke first, smiling kindly at him and Suzaku, "We live not too far from here."

Orange Bastard got again too close for comfort, a confident smirk on his face. "Yeah! Just call us whenever ya need help and we'll rush to ya!"

"I said I don't– ...whatever." Kanata sighed in defeat, making the redhead giggle silently once more. This time though, the angel turned to him with threatening eyes, his cue for the other guy to quit laughing, or else.

The last one to speak was Pink Gremlin, waving his hand, "We'll talk a lot more next time! See you~"

The room fell silent after their disappearance. Kanata finally breathed out as tension left his body, so damn exhausted after all he went through in just a day. He felt weird about that entire situation, about Suzaku standing up for him despite having learned how dangerous he was, how much of a monster was. Glancing at the boy, he looked as shaken as Kanata was, but his eyes were shining with determination. He was really not going to give up anytime soon, huh.

"I'm gonna lay down for a bit. My head hurts." he simply said emotionlessly. The redhead looked at him, eyes softening sympathetically.

"I'm gonna heat some food up so we can eat later, okay?"

The boy was met with no reply as Kanata just disappeared in his room. Sinking in the messy red sheets, he closed his eyes and tried to rest, but his thoughts just couldn't leave him alone for not even a moment. He thought about his conversation with Suiseki, how he helped him without asking for a repayment, how he even sent his own little brothers to help the poor angel in distress. Being cared for, unconditionally... it was something Kanata had experienced only with Nayuta, his one and only family. No protection ever received from the woman he could hardly call a "mother"; if anything, she was the very person who had thrown them to the snakes.

His mind wandered again, remembering Suiseki calling him and Suzaku "friends". Was that how they really looked like? He thought it was pretty much clear that he couldn't stand the redhead's ass, although... maybe something between them was a bit different now, as if some chemical effect was slowly taking place. Heat rose up to his cheeks, as he grumbled to himself while hugging his pillow in a pout.

Dinner time came and went, still no trace of Pink Hair and Mushroom-head returning. The two boys sat on their bed, their backs pressed against the headboard, enjoying for once a comfortable silence.

It didn't last long, as the angel felt the boy beside him shifting a little bit so he could look at him.

"Kanata... are you okay?"

Kanata hummed, hugging his knees. It was time. He couldn't keep this secret, this burden in his heart any longer. He then took a deep breath, turning to the redhead.

"... You've heard it from Suiseki-san, right? That I used to have a twin brother called Nayuta."

"Used to...?"

"He was sick and died some time ago."

The other shivered visibly, looking down. The angel saw him listening intently, not uttering a single word. He continued.

"It's my fault, all of it. It's cause I'm an abomination. I was a horrible brother, a horrible son... and I couldn't even keep my promise to find a cure for him, despite working hard for Suiseki-san."

Kanata dug his nails into the uncovered flesh of his legs, leaving slight marks behind. Suzaku rushed to stop him from hurting himself any longer, grabbing his wrists. Their hands touched for a mere second, the redhead's slender fingers wrapping around the angel's calloused ones.

"You're not an abomination." the guy started, his eyes wavering, "I'm sure you did your best for your brother... he's proud of you."

Kanata laughed bitterly, staring at his feet as he shook his head, speaking more and more frantically.

"That's bullshit. It wasn't enough. I should've worked harder for him... I should've been a good boy like him... I should've died, after all–"

"Stop! Stop saying that!"

The redhead yelled and hugged him, on the verge of tears. He sobbed quietly, hiding his face in the crook of the angel's neck. The latter was completely taken off guard, stilling in the other boy's embrace. He's never been this close to another human being before and he didn't know what to do, but he felt oddly comfortable: his body immediately reacted, warmth spreading everywhere.

"... W-why are you cryin' for me?" Kanata stuttered, trying his best to not sound affected by the weird feeling in his stomach, "I'm a monster. There's somethin' inside of me that is deadly... why don't you get I could kill ya?"

Suzaku sniffled like a kid, raising his head so he could look at the angel in the eyes, "You won't, I'm sure of it. Look, you're worrying about me now..."

"I'm not– ugh, nevermind... get yourself off of me right now."

Kanata pushed against Suzaku's chest a bit as the latter broke the hug, wiping some tears that had spilled away, blushing just slightly. The white haired boy gave him an impassibile look.

"Look at ya, cryin' like a baby... you're pathetic."

"You're also crying, though..."

The redhead pointed at Kanata's face, a single tear falling down. His eyes widened when he felt his hand slightly wet after touching his own cheek. His emotions were all over the place now, spilling out more and more as the other guy kept on breaking the cage that contained his heart. That was the first time he was letting himself be vulnerable.

After the guy went back to his side of the bed, he gave one last glance to the angel, looking dead serious. "Kanata... I'm not going anywhere."

"Mm?"

"I won't leave you alone, no matter what. I'll do my best to make you happy."

"Shut up, I'm gonna vomit."

Kanata immediately laid down to sleep, hiding his face from the redhead, who was laughing softly. What the hell was wrong with him, saying that sorta cheesy stuff out of the blue? As he kept mentally cursing the other guy, he didn't realize he was blushing again, feeling once more that something in his stomach that was both weird and incredibly pleasing.

It felt so good, he wanted to drown in it.

[seangelfish]

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR A LONG TIME YEIII amh I could ask for headcanons for bae and kanata with a cute mc fem from the town who just arrived in the city therefore she doesn't know anything about paradox or hiphop or the city in general je but she is open to learning new things uvu that would be all ~ thank you

MEETING A NEWCOMER

Featured characters: Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Kanata Yatonokami ♡ Tags: Headcanons but also a bulletpoint fic, mutual crush, casual romance, she/her pronouns, not really proofread! Not really sure what to write for Hajun, so I'm sorry if it's not up to standard! ♡ Word count: 1,895 ♡ Synopsis: You, a newcomer, was introduced into a city of hip hop. You didn't quite understand it, but you were eager to learn from the people around you.

You have moved here for university, not knowing what this city was actually known for. You just assumed it was any other ordinary city...

Allen, who was one of your fellow classmates at university was an odd one. He didn't look friendly so you didn't try socialising with him at first, but when you saw how he acted towards his friends, you decided to at least try.

You found out that he was just awkward. He greeted you in return when you introduced yourself, but his eyes started sparkling when you mentioned that you were new to the area. He asked whether you're into hip hop, but if you weren't, he had some recommendations for you to listen to.

"Is hip hop that big here?" you asked him curiously.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "There used to be this place called Club Paradox where..."

You listened to him ramble on and on about hip hop and these legends called 'Buraikan' who founded these so-called 'Phantom Lives.'

It was all a little confusing, but it had you intrigued. Because of this, the two of you had exchanged contact info so Allen would be able to send you his recommendations. When you were finished listening to them, you would text him your thoughts. Gradually, you started having a taste for hip hop that in your free time, you'd visit record shops looking for songs that you haven't heard of yet!

Allen was always so appreciative of how willing you were to indulge in his interests — in his life. He wanted to show you more about the city and about hip hop, but he also just wanted to spend more time with you.

"I also produce and write my own songs!" Allen said one day, hoping that would impress you. "Would you like to listen to them?"

"Seriously? That's so cool. Of course, I'd like to listen!"

"Alright, just meet me at the club! I'm performing there as BAE with Anne and Hajun."

"C-Club?"

"Oh, haven't you been to a club before? Then I'll accompany you before our performance starts. It'll be fun!"

Why not? you thought.

Allen picked you up before his performance and showed you around the club. It was an interesting yet fun experience, but what you found kind of weird was how he kept holding your hand throughout it all. You didn't think too much of it though. He was probably doing that in consideration of you, so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd.

"So yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it!" he said. "Will you be okay here? We're starting in ten minutes."

"Yes, I'll be fine," you replied. "I can't wait to see you perform!"

"Alright, see you later, (Y/N)!"

Watching him perform live was amazing. You finally understood why people here liked watching 'Phantom Lives.' They were incredible! You were so drawn into Allen's performance that you couldn't see anything else but him.

"Haha, how was it?" he asked you, panting.

"It was so cool!" you chirped. "And that was the song you wrote too? It was great!"

"Hahaha, thanks, (Y/N)!"

So whatever Allen did with hip hop, you were there too. You became closer to him than before that he no longer was a classmate to you, but someone even more special.

Just like everyone else, you were drawn to Hajun's prince-like charms, but you never dared to speak to him. He was definitely on another level than you, and you didn't want to disturb him with your plain, ordinary presence.

However, fate brought you together when Hajun spoke to you first. He picked up clues that you were new around here and wanted to help you familiarise yourself.

Confused but thankful, you accepted his offer. He was like a tour guide, bringing you in his limo around the city. It was kind of awkward at first, but he eased you into it when he would ask you where you came from and why you decided to move. He was friendly, but you could taste the way he teased you too.

After bringing you to so many places, Hajun had asked you if you knew about hip hop or anything to do with phantom lives. When you denied it, he merely chuckled and said that you should watch him perform. He didn't go further than that, so you had to find out yourself what he meant by it.

BAE was his hip hop group where they performed phantom lives at clubs. You entered by yourself, waiting for the show to begin. Hajun was up there on stage accompanied by Anne and Allen. Their performance was spectacular. The way Hajun rapped was something you didn't expect coming from him, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

"So you made it," he teased. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Y-Yes, it was good!" you exclaimed. "Those were the illusions you talked about? They were pretty! How were you able to do that?"

"With my phantometal, of course," he replied, showing you the feather ring on his finger. He let you touch it due to curiosity. "Isn't it cool~?"

"It is!" you giggled. "Can I watch you perform again next time?"

"Haha, sure."

Not only did Hajun help you with familiarising yourself with the city, but with university work too. You should be grateful though because he wasn't doing this for just anyone. However, he was also questioning his actions when he thought about it.

He supposed that he was helping you out so much because he was also in a similar position when he arrived in Japan. He just wanted to make your experience here easy for you.

Plus hanging out with someone cute like you was actually fun. He loved answering whatever questions you threw at him especially those relating to hip hop. He always looked forward to your daily greeting in person and text.

Anne had caught an interest to you almost immediately. Of course, it was because you were cute, but it was also because your outfits were embarrassingly plain. They wondered if you'd allow them to dress you up. So one day in class, they introduced themselves.

Once Anne took in the info that you were new here, they were even more excited to become your friend. They wanted to show you everything! Entertainment, fashion, music, everything you were interested in!

And that's how you were introduced to hip hop too.

Taking in the knowledge of the city from Anne was like homework. They dumped everything on you so quickly that it was hard to grasp, but as they pulled you around the city, it was always so exhilarating.

"Oh, I'm also a part of BAE," they said. "It's the hip hop unit I'm in with Allen and Hajun. We usually perform at clubs, but we're going to be competing in Paradox Live next!"

"P-Paradox Live?" you queried. You knew of phantom lives since Anne mentioned those before, but this was different.

"Yep, it's gonna be huge! We're going up against other hip hop units to win ten billion! You'll come support us, right?"

Of course you were.

But standing in front of Club Paradox was intimidating. Everyone around you looked excited out of their minds, but you were the opposite.

"(Y/N), over here!" called out Anne. As you turned, they linked your arm with theirs and led you inside with Allen and Hajun. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to leave you here," they continued. "But watch us closely, okay?"

Watching Anne perform that night was thrilling. Even when the rest of the units performed their songs, Anne's performance was something you couldn't shake off. The illusions that they described to you through words could not compare to the real thing.

After that, you would always watch Anne in person whenever they were performing with BAE in Paradox Live; cheering them on and voting for them. Anne would always look for you in the crowd too, happy that you appeared in their life.

Unlike BAE, you didn't meet Kanata at university. You bumped into him on the streets to university. You were lost and that's how you ended up at the slums. He thought you were an idiot, but he helped you out anyway.

You explained that you were new to the city, so you still didn't know your way around. Kanata was disinterested, but when you asked him why hip hop was so prevalent around here, his ears perked up.

He explained everything, but he also mentioned how there's 'real hip hop' and those who desire to make hip hop but fail. You were curious about what he meant by this, so you pressed him further into showing you what 'real hip hop' was.

He was about to refuse. He didn't really want to get close to you to begin with, but seeing that sparkle in your eye made him think otherwise. It also didn't help that you were kind of cute.

"Fine," he breathed. "When do you finish uni? I could show you today."

And so he did. After dropping you off at university, he picked you up straight after you were finished. It was evening by then, so the streets you walked on were crowded with people waiting for a team called 'Cozmez' to perform.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you into some shady underground business, situating you in a corner where he was sure nobody could disturb you.

"Just stay here," he said. "You'll be okay."

"W-Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm performing."

Before you could say anything else, he grinned. "You'll see what real hip hop is, (Y/N)."

And he was gone. You noticed that he was with someone else too, someone that looked oddly similar to him that you just knew he was his brother. When they were on stage, the crowd cheered louder than before.

That's when Kanata started rapping. You watched him intently, your eyes following his every movement, his every word. The music was loud, but it was exciting.

"So this is a 'phantom live'..." you murmured to yourself as you watched the illusions the twins were creating. "It's beautiful..."

You didn't expect Kanata to come back to you right after performing, but he did, asking you what you thought of it. You caught the slight bit of excitement in his question which also surprised you because even if you had just met him today, you already had his character noted down in the back of your mind. He was rude and aggressive, but he was also kind in a way.

You smiled. "It was awesome! I can't believe this is what I was missing out on!" you replied. "You were amazing, Kanata!"

His cheeks heated up, but you couldn't tell as it was dim. "Thanks," he said casually.

"Eh~ who's this?" asked his twin. "Kanata, I didn't think you were that type of person–"

"I-It's nothing like that!"

Nayuta introduced himself because if his brother was willing enough to bring a random girl to a place like this, he was sure that Kanata was a little interested in you.

"Be good to my brother, okay?" he whispered into your ear teasingly.

From then on, you became close to the Yatonokami twins, but you were even closer to Kanata, the boy who helped you on your first day. He became a lot more patient with you as he introduced you to even more places around the city, familiarising yourself with hip hop and the story behind it. It was always so fun learning more things when it was with Kanata.

And perhaps, Kanata was a little thankful that you got lost in the slums that day too.

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[s-aprua]

stray cats - erzi

[moonstruck-writing]

Fire and Ice [Iori Suiseki x reader]

Pairing: Iori Suiseki x f!reader | Paradox Live CWs: first meeting, (unresolved) romantic tension, teasing Word count: 1.4K Summary: Your eyes seem to always find him. “I couldn’t help but wonder what all those side glances meant, young lady.” A/N: It's May 2nd in Japan already, so~ Happy Birthday, Iori!

Your eyes seem to always find him, even when you don’t know whether he has arrived yet or not. Sometimes he is there before you are, other times you could’ve sworn you’ve had to wait for him for hours to appear. Except, you’re not waiting for him, because you don’t know him.

You haven’t even spoken to him, much less know his name. The only thing you know is that he comes often enough to the same bar you do and that he is exactly your type. And that despite those things, you’ve found yourself unable to muster the courage to talk to him. How are you going to, anyway, when he is always surrounded by beautiful women who are flirting with him?

That’s what you’d want to do, too, but seeing his popularity makes you unsure. He has an intimidating enough aura as it is, but with those beauties crowding around him, it makes you question what their relationship even is. Are they strangers? New strangers, every week? Or are they women that he has brought with him? Women he knows.

You try to shake those thoughts out of your head by drinking and focusing on the conversation with your actual companions, and it works.

It works, until one of those weeks, he doesn’t have anyone around him. You notice him sitting by himself on one of the coaches, and you’re sure that it won’t be long until someone joins him. Except, no one comes. The bar is as crowded as usual, so you wonder if it’s just a matter of probability, no one he knows is here today. Or maybe it’s something else.

He seems to be drinking by himself, savouring what could be a whiskey on the rocks. Maybe he is waiting for someone? But he seems as calm as usual, and it makes you think that is something he has chosen himself. You can’t see his eyes from that distance, and the light where he is sitting is dim enough to make it even harder, but you do wonder if his gaze has met yours at least once.

It could’ve been a sign. The universe finally telling you it’s your turn to talk to him, but somehow, something in his body posture puts you on edge. It’s not that it’s uninviting, but rather… it tenses you up and makes you want to stay where you are. You can’t help but berate yourself mentally, for what could be a lost chance.

You’re too busy with your little pity party to notice him standing up and walking towards you. When he’s within reach, his presence finally registers, not long before he addresses you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your evening,” he talks eloquently to the group, and a pulse of disappointment beats within your quickening heart rate. “I hope you don’t mind if I have a little chat with your friend here.” He smiles at everyone and then locks eyes with you as if he has only realized you’re here. Except, by the reaction your friends give, he had been looking for you.

You gape soundlessly, and when he leans away from the sofa you were seated on, you take it as a sign to stand up.

“We can talk there in the corner if you don’t mind.” He points to the sofa he was using earlier, and you nod briefly, not knowing whether you’re still breathing or not. Your brain feels like it’s been drowned in honey, and everything is moving too fast for you to process. Still, you follow him and find yourself sitting on the same side, with a comfortable yet inviting space between your bodies.

“I’ve seen you come here often, nice atmosphere, innit?” He grabs the glass, almost empty now, and gives a short sip, but keeps the glass in front of his mouth.

“Yes, it’s a comfortable and elegant bar, I haven’t seen many like this one.” You cannot look him in the eyes for too long. Now that you’re so close, you feel the intensity he exudes.

“Classy.” He leaves the glass on the small table in front. You smile, uncomfortable by the small talk. “I didn’t say anything before, but I noticed, and…” He gives you a meaningful glance, whose meaning you don’t know yet, but it seems to tickle your skin and make your breath burn. “I couldn’t help but wonder what all those side glances meant, young lady.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, completely embarrassed. You can’t believe he had noticed you – what was worse, he had seen you looking at him. How many times? Every single time? You wanted to die. “I guess you were like a familiar face.”

“Mm,” he makes a sound, something between satisfaction and curiosity pooling in the corners of his eyes. “If I tell you my name, then I can be an even more familiar face.” He makes a pause, as if he is making room for you to pull away, to refuse this incoming nearness that he is building between you. “Would you like that?”

You smile for all response, and for a single second, fear flashes through your body. Fear that maybe it is a name you shouldn’t know. Fear that perhaps he is the type of person who could do way more with your name than simply memorise it. But that moment is broken by a warm smile coming from him, and a hand that is inching closer to your body.

“I’m Iori,” his hand drops halfway, not reaching its destination. “And you are?”

You tell him your name, and even if nothing has changed — he is still sitting at the same distance and keeping his hands to himself — it’s as if something has already happened.

“So now that we aren’t exactly strangers anymore, are you going to tell me about why you kept looking my way?” One of his hands is now covering half of his face, preventing you from knowing if he is smiling or not, but his eyes are already telling. So, he likes to tease? “Or am I going to drown in the mystery, young lady?”

“You asked my name just to call me ‘young lady’?” The smile that shines in his eyes is infectious, and you can’t help but arch an eyebrow.

“You don’t like it, point taken.” The ease of his words startles you. With his looks, you didn’t take him for someone who was going to give up on teasing so easily or even show respect for such a little thing. “If I say your name, will you answer me?”

His face is completely bare now, showing you the seriousness and depth of his stare. If he said your name, you don’t know what you’d do.

“I was curious.” It isn’t a lie, but it isn’t the whole truth either. You hope that satisfies him, even if you suspect it won’t.

“Okay.” He stops looking at you as if to give you some room to breathe. “So, I was a familiar face, and you were curious.” He enumerates with his fingers. “Are you still curious or do you wish you didn’t get familiar with me?” He doesn’t look at you until a few seconds pass, as if to prove that he isn’t pressuring you.

“What about you? Why were you so curious about what my looking at you meant?” You lean slightly forward, turning your body towards him in an effort to resist.

“Oh, replying with another question, huh? I like it.” He winks at you, and his words light a flame inside of you. You feel confidence flowing back into your body and realise that, maybe, he isn’t as scary as you were fearing. “Simply put, I liked what I saw. And I saw you were staring, so I thought maybe you felt the same too.”

The flame is now a scorching fire, and his words are the gasoline. He is bold, and you’re not used to such boldness. At least, not so soon. But you don’t hate it. You simply don’t know how to react to it.

“You’re quite good at picking up clues.” It’s all you can say, and it’s already more than you’re used to. You look at him, unsure of what comes next.

“Then I guess I’ll see you next week?”

It’s underwhelming. Suddenly instead of gasoline, it’s a big wave killing all your fire. And it leaves you drenched and cold.

You want to ask why, but you can’t even find the words when the knife of distance is still piercing your skin. And it is another word that brings you back to reality.

“Waka,” a deep voice comes to your ears, and you turn around to see a man looking at Iori. He stands up and places a hand on the stranger’s broad shoulders.

“Until next time, then.”

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A/N: First Iori fic! for some reason I thought drinking whiskey really fit him, although he'd probably only drink sake since he's all about tradition...

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[wonderlandiangeek]

New fic alert! Heaven Official’s Blessing X Paradox Live AU!

(please please tell me i’m not the only tgcf fan who also likes paralive…)

[nayushikisses]

hello paralive tumblr , i come to you in my time of need again

i have the motivation to write, but i’m not really sure *what* to write…

thank you if you decide to vote !!

i have like 20,000 words of fic stuff written already that i can’t publish cause it’s all so miscellaneous … so some direction would be nice 🙇

EDIT i think i’ve been inspired by a twitter post, if ryushiki angst were to win then i’d probably write something sad about ryu losing his memory again or something (wait that’d be good with rokuta too maybe another time though)

[peachesaregreat]

warmth on a quiet night (reoshiki hurt/comfort fic)

Sometimes warmth can come from the strangest of places.

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Paradox Live (Albums)

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Andou Shiki/Maruyama Reo, Implied Masaki Hokusai/Natsume Ryuu

Characters: Maruyama Reo, Andou Shiki, Natsume Ryuu, Masaki Hokusai, (mentioned) Yatonokami Nayuta, (mentioned) Yeon Hajun

Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Sleepovers, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Cuddling & Snuggling, Angst, Heavy Angst, Trap Reactions (Paradox Live), Paralive S1 Spoilers, canon suicide attempt, sort of graphic depiction of bodies for one scene, (a sentence actually), still gonna mark this as teen bc it’s generally pg, and also has swearing (+2), reo says fuck, Mixed POV, takes place after the Akancatsura drama track, we love fluff and trauma in this house, also it's winter because I say so (or at least very cold), just reread their backstories in s1 (especially shiki’s) and I feel immense pain so here you go, no beta we die like my lack of motivation before writing this fic, I ended up writing a 5k slowburn oops, but again not really

[augustmishas]

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[kanacozmez]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Paradox Live (Albums) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sugasano Allen/Yatonokami Kanata, Sugasano Allen & Yatonokami Kanata Characters: Yatonokami Kanata, Sugasano Allen, Suiseki Iori, Saimon Naoakira, Andou Shiki, BAE AKYR & TCW are there but not like. Mentioned. Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, I fixed the Paradox Live Anime finale, Because it was annoying me so much, Religious Content, Eye Trauma, Eye Gouging, Dialogue Light, No beta we die like AKYR's family, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Fellas is it gay to pass out in your rivals lap?, Blood, Blood and Gore, Gore, Title from a GHOST and Pals Song Summary:

Kanata’s forehead was sticky with sweat. Cold drops of it rolled down his neck and face, gouging lines through the phantometal that was still desperately clinging to his shaking body...

 I didn't like the ending of Paralive's anime. So I made it more painful.

[anzphantom]

Trans! Nayuta x Hajun

PART [01/02]

Nayuta never really liked to be feminine at all. He hated it. He told Kanata that he was a boy once when they were both ten. Luckily, Kanata accepted it as the truth. He got more protective of him whenever an adult would tell him that he’s too pretty to be a boy or he’s just confused. He’s really grateful for him. Without his brother, he’d be suffering alone and in silence.

It was difficult for him to be around Shiki sometimes too. It hurts to hear someone he considers so dear to him say that he’s really pretty for an older teen. Sometimes, he would rather avoid him and not speak to him, but this was his first friend. A break from his shitty life from all the adults. Though, he regrets what he did and there’s no way to get it back. He’s just glad that Shiki apologized for being so insensitive before.

He’s never really felt any sort of love towards him. Though, the way Shiki looks at him is like a puppy. Nayuta knows that the brown haired teen has feelings for him and it’s an unconditional type of love. Something that anyone would be enthralled to have. Not him though. He’s more like a brother to him more than anything at all. The thought of the two of them together bothers him.

But he’s having issues controlling his feelings for Hajun. He might be cold and an asshole towards everyone else, especially the twins when he first met him. He thought he was an asshole and dick. Someone he’d never get along with. Nayuta made sure to never tell him his true gender identity. It’s something that not even Shiki knew until he found out once told.

Though, he did have to find out due to his run of bad luck. Nayuta was getting changed in the dressing room of Club Paradox and Hajun came in right after. It scared him, but no words were exchanged. Not even a single sound could escape the white haired teen. His heart was racing too fast for him to beg him. He would’ve done anything to keep him quiet. To his surprise, Hajun didn’t say anything and just nodded his head.

That was when he could hear his heart racing fast and beating quickly. Oh. Oh no. He fell in love with the man he swore not to fall in love with. No one except Kanata has ever just accepted his identity that quickly. He’s used to being yelled at and cursed at. Even had the unpleasant feeling of hearing his dead name. That name was given up long ago and still gives him chills. It’s vomit inducing. He just wants to be called Nayuta. Is that so hard to ask? To be accepted like everyone else?

Hajun showed him something and his heart ran with it for a full mile. Nayuta always thought that he’d get teased for it. Or for the blonde to find out his dead name and use it against him. There’s so much fear when it comes to this. He hates it. He wants to tell him everything, but he also could turn against him. So many things could go wrong. Japan isn’t very accepting of trans people.

He wants some sort of affection. To be recognized as a human who just happens to be born in the wrong body. For Hajun’s affirmation and unconditional love. Just anything would do from him. Nayuta knows this isn’t healthy, but he just wants anything. That just happens to be Hajun. He’s the only one who hasn’t looked at him like others have.

He sighs as he’s in front of BAE’s university. His body is trembling a lot now. His heart is racing so fast that he doesn’t know what to do. Nayuta truly wishes that he could’ve told him right away, but the fear and anxiety always consumes him. It’s the worst feeling in the world. He needs to confess two things. One is that he’s trans and the other is his love.

He can feel the stares of the others. They think he’s pretty or a freak waiting for someone here. He needs to fight the anxiety that clouds his heart. He takes a deep breath. You can do this, Nayuta. You got this.

He perks up a little as soon as he sees the tall blonde with a bowl cut. He looks so handsome as ever. It’s a shame that he’s surrounded by those women. Nayuta wishes that he could call out to him, but his voice is stuck in his throat. He can’t really do anything at all.

While Nayuta wasn't looking, Hajun appeared in front of him with a grin. He was able to successfully get the other women off him. He always enjoyed seeing the shorter teen. It was his favorite thing. He chuckles a little as he ruffles his hair.

Nayuta jolts and pouts at the older and taller man. He wishes he wouldn’t be treated like a child. He’s 19. The two of them only have a 2 year age gap. He’ll be able to drink soon too.

“Come on. Don’t treat me like this.” He pouts some more at the taller man.

“I can’t help it when you look so cute like this, Nayuta.” Hajun laughs. He pauses a little before he speaks again. “If you’re here to tell me about your identity. I already know and I accept you for it.”

The white haired teen’s eyes fill up with tears in them. He’s not lying is he? Does he really accept him? Well, that’s stupid to ask since he’s friends with Anne. He’s worried over nothing, but it feels like a huge weight off his shoulders. He doesn’t notice that he’s tucked into Hajun’s body. That sweet nothings are being gently whispered in his ear or the fact that his back is being stroked by the blonde.

“I love you, Nayuta. I’d love you even if you were nonbinary.” He presses a kiss to his forehead and just holds him close. He’ll let him cry it all out. After all, it was hard for Anne to tell him and Allen too. 

[anewdaywilldawn]

This story is getting better and deeper by the minute and I wasn’t ready 😭😭😭

no celestial chapter 6 is now up on ao3 as well 🫶🏻

[seangelfish]

WHEN THEIR S/O IS SICK

Featured characters: Kanata Yatonokami, Nayuta Yatonokami ♡ Tags: Headcanons and scenarios, fluff, established relationships, fem reader ♡ Word count: 685 ♡ Synopsis: How the twins take care of you when you're sick. A/N: Wahhh, I love them so much. I'm in love, truly.

KANATA YATONOKAMI

Kanata is never going to leave your side unless it's for something important. He berates you for getting sick, but it's only because he's extremely worried about you.

He'll spoon-feed you if you refuse to eat. He understands that you might not have an appetite right now, but he doesn't want you to starve. He even helps you when you need to drink water. As he lifts your head with one hand, the other holds the glass as he gently pours the water into your mouth.

He keeps to the schedule for when you need to take your medicine, so he reminds you each time. He'll spoon-feed you that too.

But most of the time, he'll just sit beside you – facing you. He lets you hold his hand as you drift to sleep. He won't move from his space especially if his mind is now preoccupied with many thoughts of you, hoping that you'll get better soon.

If he needs to write songs, then he'll have his laptop with him, but he'll keep by your side with headphones on, completely silent.

At times when you're asleep, he'll stroke your face, admiring how peaceful you look when you're not coughing your lungs out. He can't help but smile at this and even kisses you softly on your forehead. Thankfully, you won't ever get to witness that.

"K-Kanata..." you weakly say, reaching out for him.

He takes your hand in his. "What is it? Do you need anything?"

"Am... I... going to die?" you joke.

"Hey, don't talk like that...!" he hisses, pulling on your cheeks.

"Hehe, I'm just messing with you~" you laugh.

He sighs, squeezing your hand a little. "(Y/N), get well soon, okay?"

You smile as you bring his hand to your cheek, making him cup it. And he lets you – of course he does.

"Thank you for staying with me," you whisper.

"Mhm. I'll always stay with you."

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

Nayuta's always been taken care of by Kanata, so it's finally his time to shine and take care of you! He wants to be seen as caring and responsible, so he'll do anything in his might to do so.

Like Kanata, he'll spoon-feed you if needed, but he's going to be really cheeky about it. He'll treat you like a kid as a joke, but he's just so fond of you that he finds the situation kind of cute.

He'll leave you alone if you need to rest, but when you wake up, he's already sitting beside you. He always greets you, asking how you're feeling. He's not one to stay beside you 24/7 because he thinks you need space, but he's always checking up on you as you never truly leave his mind.

But if you do want him to stay by your side for that long, then he will. He knows what it's like to be in your position, and having company always comforts him.

When you're awake and bored out of your mind though, he'll accompany you to watch videos on his phone together. Other times, he'll just tell you stories of his past or what he did the other day. He wants to keep you entertained, to make you laugh and smile. After all, being sick isn't fun.

He wants to hold you so bad, but he knows he can't otherwise he might get sick too. But that doesn't mean he didn't try to...

In the meantime, all he could do is draw circles on your palm; sometimes, lightly kissing your temple even when you tell him off.

"(Y/N), get well quickly, alright?" Nayuta says softly, peeling an apple for you. "I miss cuddling you..."

"Haha, is that the only reason why you want me to get better?"

"Heh, of course not. I want to see you back on your feet and healthy." He cuts the apple into slices. "Here. Now open wide~"

"Nooo, I can do it myself."

"I'm not letting you. Come on, (Y/N), be a good girl."

You roll your eyes but giggle, letting him plop the slice into your mouth.

"Thank you, Nayuta... for taking care of me."

"Anything for you," he replies, smiling.

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Zen Gaho | Wearing his clothes

Pairing: Zen Gaho x reader | Paradox Live CWs: fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, gender-neutral reader, suggestive (M), jealousy, light angst, comfort, reader is smaller than Zen Word count: 1.5k Summary: Zen wakes up to you wearing his clothes.

Reader wears their clothes series: Zen - Part 1 - Part 2 | Satsuki - Part 1

There were very few days in which Zen wasn’t the first one to wake up in the Suiseki clan’s household. Many of those involved him rolling in bed, palming the mattress to find the warmth you’d left, but finding no other trace of you.

He opened his eyes, looking around the dimly lit room. The stubborn morning light that couldn’t be controlled by the bamboo blinds only revealed you weren’t there. Zen yawned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up on the bed.

Before he could make it his mission to go and find you, you were back from the bathroom.

“Morning, babe,” you chirped with a wide smile on your face. However, Zen was too distracted to greet you back. His senses were paralysed the moment he saw you wearing his white shirt. He could only think of the way the piece of clothing hung from your shoulders, how it was long enough for you to use it as a dress, and how it seemed to highlight your soft skin and tender form.

“Did anyone see you?” He asked in a worried tone. You chuckled as you approached the bed. You didn’t understand the question or the way he had phrased it.

“No? I didn’t see anyone, why?” You pulled aside the covers, getting inside.

“Good.” That’s all the explanation he gave you before sliding a hand on your cheek and planting a good morning kiss on your forehead. You giggled, but before you could stretch yourself to kiss his lips, he hugged you and pulled you down with him, making you lie down on top of him.

“What’s going on?” Zen was a very affectionate person but seeing him act like that felt different from usual. It was almost as if…

“You aren’t allowed to wear my clothes outside our bedroom.” The pout and puppy voice made it impossible to not laugh at his declaration. Then, the warmth filled your mind. ‘Our bedroom’. It was only Zen’s, but you spent so much time there, that he had started to make accommodations. You nuzzled your face on his chest, basking in the feeling of being treated as special.

“Why?” You looked up to find Zen had his eyes closed.

“You don’t know how dangerous you are.” He pulled his arms tighter around you, effectively anchoring you in place. “Or how dangerous the world can be.”

“And why is everyone so dangerous this morning?”

You heard him sighing through his nose, and you knew he wasn’t going to tell you. At least, not now. Instead, he moved one of his hands to gently play with your hair.

“Are you trying to make me fall asleep again?” You weren’t complaining – his fingers felt delicious massaging your scalp – but you also knew Zen’s routine. “Shouldn’t we be getting up and getting ready—” Before you could finish your sentence, the hand Zen had around your back trailed down to the thigh you had on top of him.

“Everyone knows you’re here.” He caressed the back of your thigh, kneading slightly. His movements were gentle and slow, but deliberate. “And you’re only wearing your underwear,” he whispered to himself, opening his eyes in frustration. “Didn’t you bring a pair of pyjamas the other day?”

“Yes?”

“Why aren’t you wearing them?”

You hesitated, unsure of what was going on, but sure that the conversation was getting heated for some reason.

“Are you angry at me?”

Zen closed his eyes, and you saw his nostrils flaring. When he opened his eyes again, he had a gentle smile to show you.

“Sorry. I—” he chuckled slightly, embarrassed. “I got jealous and scared.” You felt him give your thigh a soft squeeze.

“Of what?”

The smile widened like he couldn’t contain whatever your perplexity was producing inside of him. His arms circled back around your back, and he pulled you tightly against him like he needed to confirm you were there, and you weren’t going anywhere.

“You’re not going to like it.” His chest rose and fell as he spoke, and his grip on your frame relaxed, setting you free to adjust and dig your chin on him so you could look at his face again.

“I’ll be the one to judge that. I still want to know.” When you felt his smile falter, you felt your heart flutter painfully. Was it so bad? You trusted Zen and knew him deeply. Was there something he had never confessed?

“I am…so disgustingly scared that someone will see you and snatch you away from me.” He squeezed you in his arms. “Not that I think you wouldn’t be loyal!” He quickly added, seeing the way your gaze was swimming in sadness. “I know you love me, I feel it, and I hope you know and feel my love for you. It’s just… You are way more attractive than you think you are. And that scares me. You don’t know your power. But you also don’t know how other men react to you.” He lowered his gaze, his voice trailing down to a whisper. “Sometimes I think I must be the luckiest man alive, for having found you first, before anyone realised your beauty – outside and inside.”

The tears fell from your eyes onto Zen’s bare chest, and his embrace loosened. You heard his gasp and felt the way his body buzzed with worry.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” his voice softened even more, making it difficult to hear him through the overwhelming emotion.

“Zen,” you sobbed, not wanting to make a scene, but not knowing what else to do. “I love you.” Those were the only words that came out, and maybe they were the only ones that accurately represented the mess that was moving inside of your heart.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, holding you gently and pulling you closer to his face. He managed to rest your head on his shoulder, touching his head to yours. “I love you, too, so much.” He took one of your hands and placed it on top of his beating heart. The gesture stripped your throat of a new set of sobs. “Those are… happy tears, I hope?” He asked with a breathy voice. You nodded and freed your arms from under your body and from his gentle hold, linking them around his neck.

You stayed in that position for a while, Zen drawing abstract forms on your back with his fingertips. When you calmed down and it felt like a regular cuddling session, he spoke again.

“On a lighter note, I think I need to say,” he removed some hairs from your face, “you look too sexy in my clothes.”

You laughed and he felt the vibrations on his torso. Then, your eyes met and you moved to trace his lips with your finger. He kissed the tip and pretended to bite it, while you felt his hands roaming from your back to your bottom.

The familiar warmth of desire trickled through your bodies, and you moved slightly on top of him, accommodating to be able to kiss him.

Suddenly, a few sharp knocks made you jump and frantically pull away from each other.

“Zen, I regret to be the one to have to retrieve you from your lovers’ nest, but we had this meeting today, remember?”

Zen cursed under his breath.

“Waka, just give me a minute—”

“I’ll give you ten, ‘s best to make sure to leave satisfied, yeah?” The sound of his wooden sandals echoed away with a loud chuckle.

You looked at Zen as he quickly picked up his overalls and began pulling them up. As he zipped them and buckled his belt, you noticed the bulge his underwear was barely able to contain couldn’t be successfully hidden with the new layer of fabric either.

“Like what you see?” He teased lovingly when he caught your gaze. You looked away instinctively, but then you thought maybe he needed the shirt you were wearing.

Before you could take it off, he caught your hands, kissing them.

“Keep it.” He squeezed your hands before letting go. “Maybe just… don’t go outside only wearing that?” He took his black tank top from his wardrobe.

Once he was wearing it, you approached him, and you melted in a slow, sensual kiss. He pulled your body closer to his, and you felt his hardness against your waist.

“We still have some time…” you suggested, pressing against him. He chuckled shyly and proceeded to pepper your face with pecks.

“I’ll think about something else, and it’ll go away.” He lowered his head to rub your noses together. “Besides, we’ll have something to look forward to later, then…”

He winked and pulled on your clothes, teasing.

“I love you,” he kissed you goodbye, leaving you a bittersweet feeling and the throbbing anticipation of something more.

“I love you, Zen.”

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A/N: It’s been so long since I last wrote fanfiction, plus it’s the first time I've written Zen, and idk if this feels OOC or if it’s just me :/ but then again, it’s just my headcanon.

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