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ReiSaruWeek2017: Day 03           ↳Off-duty

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Men in Blue. ReiSaru’17

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Ship: Reisaru (Reisi Munakata/Saruhiko Fushimi)

Series: K

Rating: G/A

Warnings: Minor AU in which Fushimi doesn’t really need glasses.

Words: 1,449

~This is for Reisaru week 2017, (Nov. 14th,2017) Day 2 Prompt: Alternate Universe~

Defense Mechanism

Jeanette Diaz Michel

               Fushimi had been so tired after doing so many reports, that it had slipped his mind. This hadn’t happened to him before. He was always so careful about it. He had been sure he’d seen Munakata leave. Fushimi had been dozing off, and when he found himself nodding off and almost hitting his desk, Fushimi got up to go make himself a coffee.

He came back to the office a few minutes later, and what he saw there made him freeze and awoke him up simultaneously. He hadn’t drunk his coffee, but he didn’t need it anymore. The mug was hot in his hand, and curls of steam rose up obscuring his expression. His well-trained mask kept his face blank.

He’d left his glasses on his desk, and Munakata was now wearing them.

“What are you doing, Captain?” He asked casually, but still letting some annoyance seep in. He was careful not to let it show just how annoyed he was. He slowly walked over.

“Fushimi-kun…” Munakata said taking off Fushimi’s glasses and putting on his own. Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he wouldn’t say anything. All wishful thinking. “These aren’t prescription.” Munakata stated simply.

He was looking at Fushimi with a serene expression coated lightly with curiosity. Fushimi could feel his Captain’s eyes on him, but he stared at the ground. The steam from his coffee was ebbing, no longer hiding his face with wisps. Fushimi’s heart was pounding, and his mind raced on what to do. He could lie… But the Captain would know. He thought about what his Captain’s response would be, chances were equal for him calling Fushimi out on his lie or letting it slide, because he just knew how Fushimi was.

               Fushimi’s jaw clenched tightly, then he turned to look at Munakata. “I know,” he said. “I don’t need them…”

Munakata’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t look the least bit surprised. Fushimi felt a flash of irritation, but he pushed it away. His Captain wasn’t asking him why, and Fushimi knew it was because he was expecting Fushimi to give up the information. Forcing himself to move, Fushimi walked over and snatched his glasses and put them back on. Munakata didn’t say anything about that either.

He wanted to take a sip of his coffee and get back to work and pretend like this had never happened, but he knew Munakata wouldn’t drop it. If he didn’t say anything now, he would let Fushimi get away with it, but only for so long. Fushimi brought up the mug to take a sip of his warm coffee but then stopped.

“I found glasses on the floor once… I was a kid, so I put them on.” Fushimi shrugged. He couldn’t remember why he’d done it. He was a kid, so he must’ve been curious or thought it would be fun. “When I got home, I realized they helped… That they… Made things manageable. It was like having a protective barrier between me and…” Fushimi paused, voice breaking. “It helped separate me from that world… By the time I met Misaki, they were already starting to hurt and give me headaches, but I was able to buy myself those.” Fushimi shrugged and didn’t continue.

Munakata was silent. He realized then that Fushimi had been protecting himself, it was a defense mechanism, and Yata hadn’t noticed. And he hadn’t noticed until now.

“And what are they protecting you from now?” Munakata asked placidly.

The question took Fushimi off guard, his heart jumped. “Wh-what?”

“Your glasses. You could have taken them off, but you chose not to. What are they protecting you from?” He repeated the question again and took a step closer.

Fushimi’s heart was racing, and he stared at him awestruck and unable to answer. He had never thought about it. He had never considered that to be a question at all. The glasses had somehow just become an instrumental part of his person.

Munkata stood before him now, almost touching him but not quiet. It was too close for comfort, but Fushimi knew his Captain knew nothing of personal space. But he did know about Fushimi’s personal space. Fushimi wondered if Munakata could hear his heartbeat from there. Behind his glasses, Fushimi could feel an enormous distance between them.

“Are they protecting you from the rest of your Scepter 4 clansman?” It made sense, Fushimi thought. He didn’t like getting close. Munakata kept talking, his gaze and voice were gentle and understanding. “Are they protecting you from yourself?” No, maybe? “Are they protecting you from me?”

Fushimi’s breathing became shallow and quick, his chest rising and falling quickly. He stared at his Captain. His heart was beating a mile a minute in his ribcage. He didn’t have an answer; but when Munakata reached up slowly and took his glasses, hesitating only briefly to give Fushimi enough time to stop him if he wanted to, he didn’t, and his heart only raced faster. He met his Captain’s gaze head on.

Munakata leaned in slightly and with his other hand stroked Fushimi’s cheek with his thumb. Then he trailed his fingertips over his jaw and back up to cup his cheek. Munakata leaned in, and, again, paused only to give Fushimi enough time to pull away if he wanted to. Instead, Fushimi leaned up and pressed their lips together.

He felt Munakata’s surprise throughout his own body, and it was a good feeling. His own heart leapt, and the hand gripping the mug began to shake. He was still conscious enough of it to not drop it. After a brief moment, they kissed fully. Their bodies shook at the core, and yet they kept each other steady. The kiss tasted of coffee and no sleep, and it intermingled.

Fushimi broke away first with a small gasp. His face was flushed, and he couldn’t meet Munakata’s gaze. “We can’t.”

“We already did, Fushimi-kun.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, irritated. And he knew Munakata knew it too. He turned around angling his body away from him.

Munakata smiled softly but let it fall. “Fushimi-kun. I will not hurt you.”

The statement alone already made Fushimi’s heart squeeze. He was still terrified of that, and Fushimi mused that it wasn’t because he thought his Captain was lying, but because he knew that he wasn’t. This was entirely different from Yata, but Fushimi knew he had more to lose.

The backs of his eyes were getting hot with small went pinpricks. His throat tightened, and he swallowed. Fushimi wanted his glasses back, and he resisted the urge to snatch them back from his Captain’s hand. He could feel Munakata staring at him, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Munakata hold out the glasses to him. Fushimi felt his heart leap again.

He turned around and reached out for them then hesitated. His hand hovered over the glasses for a moment, but then he took them. Heart was still beating fast, and he paused again just as he was about to put them back on, to hide behind them. He could feel Munakata still watching him, and he realized, he didn’t want to see Munakata anymore from behind this fake veil. At least just him. He lowered his hands.

Munakata smiled, and Fushimi wondered why it had such power over him, it was a hold of Munakata’s own making not of a King. Munakata turned around to leave and let Fushimi finish his work, but he couldn’t help reaching out and stopping him. Fushimi quickly set his coffee on his desk and took his hand.

“Captain.”

He turned around. A sleek and angular brow slightly arched. “Yes?”

Fushimi then found the notion absurd, to ask him permission to kiss him. He clicked his tongue and instead leaned up and kissed him again. He felt the startle again in Munakata’s body, and enjoyed it. A small triumph. Munakata wrapped his arms around his waist, and he reached up after pocketing his glasses, releasing their grip on him, and ran his fingers through Munakata’s hair and then took a gentle hold.

The two were in this embrace, kissing, for what seemed an eternity. When they finally pulled away, they stayed together, their panting breaths intermingled, faces mere inches apart. The paperwork could wait a few minutes. Fushimi couldn’t tell if the quickly beating heart he was feeling was his own or Munakata’s or a synergy of both. Munakata smiled. Fushimi found that without his glasses, his vision was clear, and it was a far more beautiful sight. He smiled back.

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REISARU WEEK TOMORROW!!

Just a reminder that Reisaru week starts tomorrow! (Or tonight for some people!) Be sure to tag all your posts with #reisaruweek2017 :D

Can’t wait to see what everyone does!

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ReiSaruWeek2017: Day 01           ↳First time making puzzle together

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ReiSaruWeek2017: Day 06           ↳Uniform(s in different art styles)

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ReiSaruWeek2017: Day 04           ↳Fluff

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Ship: Reisaru (Reisi Munakata/Saruhiko Fushimi)

Series: K

Rating: M/R/NC-17/NSFW

Warnings: Post Season 2. Sex/smut. ;3

Words: 1,704

~This is for Reisaru week 2017, (Nov.13th, 2017) Day 1 Prompt: Firsts~

Diving in Headfirst

Jeanette Diaz Michel

There were still lots of adjustments to be made after the Dresden Slate had been destroyed. Work around Scepter 4 had not become any easier or any less complicated. This was something that could also be said about the relationship between the Captain and his third in command.

After his infiltration to Jungle, Munakata had Fushimi debriefed. Fushimi had protested to this, of course, he didn’t want a damn shrink analyzing him. For the sake of avoiding an argument, Fushimi humored his Captain. Munakata took the time to do the same. It was only fair; he didn’t want Fushimi to think it was just his own psyche that had been affected by what had happened.

When Fushimi had found out, he’d only clicked his tongue. The brief session with the shrink, though they had proven to be both capable, also told them both something that they’d felt and known for quite some time but had never had the chance to think about or accept.

Fushimi avoided Munakata the first day back from the shrink. He hated how much he’d talked and how much it had affected him to realize that Munakata could have died and how much that genuinely affected him. Of course, he knew that Munakata could see right through him; that he knew there was something bothering Fushimi, but he never asked, and that infuriated Fushimi to no end. His Captain and his damn courtesies and respect.

The tension didn’t last long. Fushimi noticed the way his Captain looked at him, but he tried to tell himself that it was all in his head, that his Captain didn’t feel the same way. Then he started to second guess himself when Munakata seemed to be doing things that could only be described as courting. He brought Fushimi coffee, insisted on walking him to his room after long days at the office.

Then came the soft stroking of his cheek and hair after dropping him off to his room late at night. It made Fushimi’s heart hammer against his chest. The courting continued, and Fushimi let it albeit cautiously. Munakata asked to see him off hours on days they didn’t work. They met and had breakfast or lunch, and it was strange to see the Captian outside of his uniform doing normal things—as normal as Munakata can do anything, it was safer to say doing things in what was normal for Munakata, anyway.

Months had passed and they had finally come to this stage. Fushimi had found it strange, when they began to hold hands, to kiss, but he found that he didn’t dislike it. And he could see that Munakata was always watching in case he needed to tune it back. The kisses were light at first, but now they were more enveloping.

They had discussed sex. It had made Fushimi bright red to talk about it, and he wondered how his Captain could say such things without losing any composure. They were here now, and Fushimi was still conscious over the fact that they were both naked. He tried not to think on it.

Face red, he stared up at Munakata. They were both panting softly, and Munakata smiled down at him tenderly. It made Fushimi’s heart jump and he glared. Munakata carefully pulled his two fingers out, and Fushimi let out a small whimper of protest.

Munakata smiled again and leaned down and kissed him softly. Fushimi held onto his shoulders, his legs were spread, and his thighs where trembling from anticipation and the pleasure he’d felt only a moment ago. Fushimi’s heart jumped and his toes curled when he felt Munakata’s erection press against one of his thighs softly. Fushimi gasped softly.

“Fushimi-kun… are you ready?” Munakata stared at him, his purple eyes dark, pupils dilated dark with need.

Fushimi shivered and stared back, “Just go…”

He said irritated. He moved his hands from Munakata’s shoulders to feel the muscles of his back. Munakata smiled, and Fushimi would never admit to him that it was the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. Munakata pushed in carefully, and Fushimi gasped again at how much his length and girth stretched him. He gripped tighter to Munakata’s back and couldn’t help but throw his head back, his muscles tightened around his Captain until he was all the way inside.

Fushimi’s thighs trembled more, and his heart pounding, all Fushimi could hear was his blood against his ears. It was a strange feeling, to have the Captain inside him. Thinking about it again made him turn red.

“Are you okay, Fushimi-kun?” Munakata’s voice was soft, and Fushimi could feel him staring. “Does it hurt?”

Curse him and his consideration. He opened his eyes to look at him. “I’m okay, go.”

They had spent so much time on foreplay and preparing him, of course it didn’t hurt, it was just strange. Munakata studied him a moment and nodded. He carefully pulled out and then pushed back in. Fushimi let out a soft groan and held onto his back again. It kept him grounded to be able to feel him. He threw his head back and concentrated on not getting lost to the pleasure so quickly. Munakata seemed to think that he was still in discomfort, because he leaned down and began to kiss his neck.

“Fuck..!” Fushimi breathed.

Munakata pulled away and pushed in again and he found a steady rhythm. Toes curling again and legs shivering, Fushimi moved them to wrap around his Captain’s waist. This seemed to encourage him and he began to quicken his pace slightly.

“Ah--! Captain!” Fushimi’s voice hitched.

Munakata let out a soft chuckle that came out almost like a purr. “Munakata.” He corrected, and moved to kiss another part of Fushimi’s neck.

Fushimi only nodded, not able to think clearly. His whole body was trembling now, the way Munakata was sucking on a vein made him see white and lose all of his inhibitions almost as much as the smooth motions of his hips pounding against his ass.

“Fushimi…” Munakata murmured his name huskily, and it made Fushimi moan.

Munakata shifted closer, and Fushimi’s body tensed slightly. His muscles tightening around his cock. Munakata groaned and quickened his pace again, going in deeper. Fushimi couldn’t moan any intelligible words now, but when Munakata hit his prostate he arched his back into Munakata. His nails digging in deep into his back and gripping onto him.

“Ahh yes!” Fushimi couldn’t help but scream in succession each time Munakata thrust inside him.

Munakata smiled. If Fushimi knew what he was saying… Munakata nipped at his jaw and purred in his ear. “Fushimi-kun… I’m close…”

He wasn’t sure if Fushimi registered the words, because his only response was an agreeable whine. Reaching with one hand, Munakata took Fushimi’s erection and stroked him in tune to his thrusts. Fushimi let out a startled whimper at that, but only pulled Munakata closer to him.

Smiling gently, Munakata let the tension build in his lower abdomen. He quickened his pace and thrust deeply into Fushimi to give him as much pleasure possible until the end. Fushimi’s moans, his expressions, it was music and art personified. Reaching his limit, Munakata’s hand stroked Fushimi faster and rubbed his tip with his thumb. Fushimi was leaking precum, and that sent Munakata over the edge.

With a small grunt and last push inside, Munakata stilled and ejaculated his hot seed inside him. Just then, Fushimi’s muscles around him tensed and he came too. The two panted and were still. Their bodies covered in sweat and each other’s semen. Munakata stared at Fushimi’s post orgasmic face. His eyes were closed, trying to catch his breath. It made Munakata smile. He leaned in and pecked his lips softly before pulling away.

Fushimi let out a soft whine, but then he leaned into Munakata when he lay next to him. Munakata wrapped his arms around him and held him close. He could feel the heat of Fushimi’s cheeks against his chest when he blushed. Munakata could now feel the scratches on his back and knew it would be sore tomorrow, but he didn’t care. He kissed the top of Fushimi’s head.

They were quiet for a while longer. Each taking and drinking this in in his own way. Fushimi’s heart was calming down now, but only slightly, and he was able to think properly. He could feel his Captain’s cum inside him and some dripping out of him. His thighs were wet. He wanted to take a shower, but he also didn’t want to leave Munakata’s embrace. When he looked up, Munakata was staring at him and his heart jumped. He wondered how Munakata could stare at him like that, like he was the only person in the world.

Munakata reached over and tenderly stroked Fushimi’s cheek and jaw. “How are you feeling?”

Fushimi wanted to scoff. “Fine, tsk.”

Munakata chuckled, which irritated Fushimi slightly if it weren’t for the fact of what they had done and how much Fushimi had enjoyed it. “Okay.” He kissed the top of Fushimi’s head again.

Unable to resist, Fushimi nestled himself closer into him. He could feel Munakata’s heartbeat, and he loved the small rise and fall of his chest. After a moment he could tell that his Captian was asleep. Fushimi closed his eyes to follow. It was scary. This was their first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. But Fushimi knew they still had plenty of firsts to go. Fushimi knew that Munakata already wanted to tell him those big three words. ‘I love you.’ But the idea frightened Fushimi so much, and Munakata could read him like an open book that he was holding back. Then there was the use of their first names… Munakata would say his first, no doubt. Of course he would. All of this frightened Fushimi, and he realized that Munakata was going at his pace. The man was to considerate, it irritated Fushimi to no end, but it swelled his chest, because he knew… At least he could admit it to himself, that he loved him.

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ReiSaruWeek2017: Day 02           ↳AU - Skating

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Ship: Reisaru (Reisi Munakata/Saruhiko Fushimi)

Series: K

Rating: PG-13/T

Warnings: 3 years post Season 2. Implied previous relationship with Munakata and an unnamed woman.

Words: 1,296

~This is for Reisaru week 2017, (Nov. 17th,2017) Day 5 Prompt: Angst/Jealousy~

Soon

Jeanette Diaz Michel

It had taken him until now for Fushimi to finally realize why seeing Munakata with that woman had made him so upset. He’d known it was irrational for him to feel the way he did just seeing Munakata with her. They’d met a few months after the events of the destruction of the Dresden Slate. Besides adjusting to what those changes implied, Fushimi hadn’t counted on adjusting to his Captain’s love life.

Though it was difficult for him to get out of the office on time, Munakata made a conscious effort to do so in order to meet her, and that had infuriated Fushimi to no end, though he hadn’t been sure why. Being professional as he was, Munakata didn’t talk about his personal life at work, but when other Scepter 4 members brought it up, Munakata gave a curt answer on the progress of his relationship, and Fushimi found that his chest tightened and all he wanted to do was snap harshly at his Captain.

Awashima had once asked him if he was okay, and he’d told her that of course he was, he had no reason not to be. And it wasn’t as if Munakata has ceased his affectionate nature towards Fushimi. He still made comments about how he was his favorite, or shared things with him that he didn’t with other Scepter 4 members. That seemed to bother Fushimi even more. There would be a strange flare of anger in the pit of his stomach that he didn’t understand. Fushimi should have known that something was wrong the moment he felt like going to HOMRA to talk to Yata about this (or even Kusanagi). He should have known.

The Captain had dated this person for two years, but she had broken up with him. To the rest of Scepter 4 the reason was unknown. Of course, Munakata didn’t talk about it, and no one dared ask. Fushimi had wracked his brain but found he had no answer either. Not that it mattered.

The months passed, and Fushimi finally realized why it had bothered him so much to see Munakata with that woman. To have her pop in once in a while so they could go have lunch. Munakata pretended that nothing was wrong, that he was coping fine, but Fushimi knew better. And perhaps even all of Scepter 4. Fushimi had caught Awashima give their Captain worried glances when he wasn’t looking.

Despite his controlled nature, it was that obvious that Munakata was hurting. And that bothered Fushimi to no end. He didn’t like looking over at his Captian and seeing him pretend that everything was fine. To go about work and life like the breakup hadn’t affected him. As the months went by, despite Munakata’s reassurances to all of them, Fushimi knew that his Captain was still in pain.

He knew then, that he loved Munakata. That he’d been jealous of that lady, but now all he could think about was Munakata’s wellbeing and making him happy again. It was another night that Munakata was spending at the office.

Fushimi was on his way to his room when he noticed the lights still on. He hesitated, but knocked on the door and came in when Munakata said it was open.

“Captain…?”

He looked up from his work and smiled. “It’s rather late, isn’t it, Fushimi-kun?”

“Tsk, I could ask you the same thing.” He refrained from mentioning that he was actually done with his own work and on his way out.

Munakata smiled, slightly amused, then turned back to whatever paperwork he was doing. “I have a few more things to do, but you should get some rest.”

Fushimi stood by the door. He shifted on his feet, undecisive. “Captain?” He said after a moment, then walked further into Munakata’s office to stand by his desk.

Munakata looked up. “Yes? What is it, Fushimi-kun?”

Fushimi felt a flash of irritation at Munakata’s composure. At his insistence to be, not only professional, but neutral over his own suffering. Mind racing, Fushimi clicked his tongue and leaned in before he could talk himself out of it. He kissed Munakata and reached over, running his fingers through his hair, enjoying how smooth they were and then gripping softly.

The kiss was not reciprocated, and he could feel Munakata’s shock with how his muscles had tensed against him. Fushimi pulled away and panted against Munakata’s lips. He whispered against them.

“Captain… You need to forget about her.”

He didn’t care if he was just the rebound. If it was just sex. If his own feelings had to be pushed aside. As long as the Captain felt better, as long as he could have him at least in this way… A secret piece of Munakata that would be just his.

Munakata stood up abruptly and pulled him and kissed him deeply. Though it was sudden, Fushimi couldn’t say that it was unpleasant. He felt a shiver go through him at the fierceness and the passion behind the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Munakata’s neck and let Munakata press him against the wall. A soft mewl escaped his lips, and he unabashedly spread his legs so Munakata could get in between them.

He deepened the kiss, and he felt a thrill go through him, heart pounding, when he felt Munakata’s arousal pressed against his hips. Munakata sucked on his tongue, and he almost lost himself then and there, but then everything stopped. Munakata pulled away from the kiss, and his erection was gone, and his body didn’t press against him as much.

Fushimi still had his arms wrapped around his neck, so he couldn’t escape. He could feel Munakata’s breathing against his neck, and he found he liked it more than he thought he would. Though Munakata didn’t say anything, Fushimi knew he’d partly stopped because he felt he couldn’t do this to Fushimi. Fushimi wanted to ask him what was wrong and that it was fine, that he didn’t care, that he wanted it. But he didn’t say anything. This was fine too.

He held on closely to Munakata. The two didn’t say anything. Fushimi could feel his soft breathing against the nape of his neck. He knew he wasn’t crying, but that this comfort was something Munakata had needed and had needed for a long time.

“I love you.” Fushimi said softly.

“I know.” Munakata said equally as soft. “I love you too. I have for a long time.” He pulled away slightly to look at him. “But I loved her too.”

Fushimi nodded, throat tight. He got it. He’d been too late, and Munakata had moved on. But now he was here, and maybe he could make him move on again, move on back to him. Munakata seemed to know what he was thinking, and he cupped one of Fushimi’s cheeks in his hand and stroked it gently. He leaned in and kissed him delicately. Fushimi felt his heart jump and swell, like it was ready to burst. It was a different kind of kiss, but one that made him feel like he was complete but one that made him feel simultaneously like he could shatter.

“Soon.” Munakata breathed softly against his lips, and Fushimi nodded.

If Munakata needed time to mourn the loss of that relationship, fine. Fushimi would be here for him, and he would be waiting. The two held onto each other, and it was like its own form of making love.

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A/N: I wanted to write something every day for Reisaru week, but work and the adulting life wore me out. :’D But here, have a good dose of both angst and jealousy. ;u;

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Image drawn as on-site commission for Admin Satomi (@shy-megane-otaka​)at CosMania 2017 by artist Chi @creachivity DO NOT claim as yours/re-edit/repost anywhere else nor remove this caption. Likes and/or Reblogs are always appreciated.

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THANK YOU!

Reisaru Week is now over! Thank you to everyone who submitted and participated in the event!! We had some amazing contributions, so thank you to all!

If anyone has late submissions, we’ll keep an eye on the tag for about another week, but for now, see you next year!!

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Reisaru Week 2017 Final Prompts

The results are in, and the votes have been counted. Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts, and who voted in the poll! We can now announce that the final prompts for Reisaru Week 2017 are as follows:

13th Nov, Day 1: Firsts

We’d love to see your interpretation of the development in their relationship - this could be anything to the first time they meet, the first time they get together, to any other important first time or first step in their relationship. 

14th Nov, Day 2: Alternate Universe

Everyone loves a good AU, and this is your chance to indulge yourself. Anything from the wackiest fantasy AU, to typical coffee shop or college AUs, to Gakuken K and Idol K, to the most minor universe alteration is welcome on this day.

15th Nov, Day 3: Domesticity/Off-Duty

Fushimi and Munakata spend a lot of time at work but everyone has to take a break once in a while. How do the two of them spend their time when they’re at home, or off duty?

16th Nov, Day 4: Fluff

While both Munakata and Fushimi have hardened and professional exteriors, there’s always a softer side to every person that they might not let the rest of the world see. 

17th Nov, Day 5: Angst/Jealousy

Would K Project be complete without a healthy dose of angst? Here’s your chance to torture your favourite characters, and explore the darker parts of their personalities and relationship. 

18th Nov, Day 6: Glasses/Uniform

It wouldn’t be Scepter 4 without their trademark uniform, and it wouldn’t be Reisaru without their glasses. 

19th Nov, Day 7: Free day

This is your opportunity to post anything you’d like, if you have an idea that doesn’t fit with the other themes. 

Remember, the prompts are flexible, and you can stick as closely to them, or stray as far from them, as you’d like. We look forward to seeing what you come up with!

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The poll for your choices of prompts for Reisaru Week 2017 is live now!

Please vote for up to four of your favourite choices. Remember to do it quickly, as the poll will close on the 20th of September when the finalised prompts will be released. Even if you aren’t planning to create content for the week/aren’t sure if you’ll be able to, feel free to vote and have your say on what kind of reisaru content you’d like to see more of in the fandom!

(Please note, some of the prompts have been altered/recombined slightly from how they were submitted to make them more broad-reaching and a little easier to create for.)

Remember to have your say before the poll closes!