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Aki After Tentacles: Chapter 1 - Fever (rough draft)

Story Summary: After defending the Princess from a tentacled Void-like monster, Akifusa wakes up biologically female. The only way for him to regain his former body (and hopefully get over his newfound attraction to his male best friend, who also happens to be Shiki’s husband) is to become pregnant. Or: In which I put poor Aki-kun through the wringer once again. *** [Foreword: I’ve been working on this fanfiction for a few months now— since August or so, I believe. It’s currently over 50k words, making it my longest fanfiction so far; I’m typing it up on Google Docs as well— scared to publish any of it on AO3 until I know I’m able to finish it, given my current track record, and it probably needs some editing and revision, but things are looking all right so far. The plot is progressing— yes, it actually has plot, I’m proud of myself. I still enjoy writing it, although some days I find it more difficult to write than others. I’ve reached the point in my writing where I’m willing to embrace dumb or unoriginal ideas instead of shy away from them. I think. I’m still a little shy about sharing this fic, in all honesty, although I had fun writing it. Anyway: thank you for reading this somewhat sloppy rough draft of a guilty-pleasure-slash-crack-fic-slash-smut fic that has spiraled into either porn with plot or just a really kinky, unconventional romance. (First chapter’s tame, though.) I appreciate it.] *** Chapter 1: Fever

The Princess parried a slash from a shapeless shadow-being, her heels churning up dirt from the force of the blow. They’d been fighting in these woods for hours with no reprieve. Their enemies were nearly impossible to track, their forms amorphous even in light, and the slivers of sky darkening through the crooked lattice of branches overhead spared them no mercy. An attempt to retreat would have resulted in massacre.

And in turning to fend off one of the horde, the Princess exposed her flank to another. Akifusa was the only one close enough to see a gruesome appendage, writhing with eerie eldritch energy, lash toward her from the black haze.

Instinct and years of rigorous training kicked in. With a warning shout, he sprang between the Princess and her attacker, muscles convulsing as his form shifted.

The last thing he was aware of, before Tokoyo-gami took over and eliminated conscious thought, was a wave of overwhelming heat as the tenebrous tentacle wrapped around him.

***

The ceiling, at least, was familiar.

Or maybe it was the bitter herbal smell that gave it away. That was probably it. The ceiling looked like most ceilings— which was still reassuring. At least the shrine hadn’t burned down. Blinking fuzzily, Akifusa turned his head. They’d put him in Toshi Temple: not the training area where he regularly honed his sword skills, but the adjacent, rarely-used medical room. Poultices, bandages, and healing talismans lined the wooden shelves; two rows of nondescript futons were arranged against the walls (all but his unoccupied, he noted with relief).

But although he recognized his surroundings, his own body felt… strange, in a way that went beyond simple pain.

He heard a door sliding open, followed by soft footfalls approaching over tatami, and then the Princess’s face appeared overhead. Her breath caught when she found him conscious. “Akifusa…” She blinked quickly, but her eyes still glittered with unshed tears. “You were out for so long… I was worried.”

He wanted to throw his arms around her and reassure her he was fine, the mere sight of her in good health had revitalized him, but his muscles protested. Still, his lips twisted in a feeble smile before forming the word: “Princess…”

He paused. That had sounded off, although he couldn’t place why. Did he have a cold or something? Could you catch a cold while you were unconscious?

“Oh. Um, Akifusa? There’s something you should know.”

***

The Princess had told all of them about Akifusa’s transformation, and they’d all agreed not to say or do anything to humiliate the poor guy… or maybe girl any further. After all, it was thanks to Akifusa that all of them were still alive; even Kuso knew this, beneath his arrogant sneers. And his current predicament sounded unsettling, they could all agree on that much. (Gentoka didn’t see any reason for embarrassment, and Furutsugu’s first reaction was that it sounded kinky, but they both admitted— eventually— that it would take some adjustment.) They could resist the urge to tease him for a day or two.

But none of them had been prepared for the uncomfortable possibility that female Akifusa would be hot.

Of all the guys, in fact, Akifusa had seemed the least likely to provoke that particular problem if subjected to a sex swap. Not that this was something they (except Furutsugu, who had a very active imagination and no sense of shame) thought about often, of course. (Highest on Furutsugu’s list were Kodonomae, Kuso, and himself— he didn’t believe in false modesty. Gentoka and Tomonori would still be attractive, but more cute than sexually appealing, though he’d be intrigued to hear the Princess’s thoughts on the latter. The only person he’d ranked lower than Akifusa was the Princess, and he was willing to admit that was probably influenced by his personal bias toward women.)

But when the Princess appeared in the doorway with a blushing brunette at her side, shifting from foot to foot and avoiding everyone’s eyes, the whole room sucked in a breath.

Akifusa’s profile was a bit softer now— chin a bit smaller, cheekbones less square— but mostly the same as it had always been. Choppy layers of straight dark hair tumbled to his waist, restrained from his eyes by only a simple red ribbon. Although he lacked the Princess’s more delicate beauty, all of the men had to admit to themselves, after the initial mental adjustment, that the end result certainly wasn’t repulsive. Anyone seeing Akifusa for the first time would have never guessed he hadn’t always been… well, a girl. (No one was quite sure on this point; none of them knew much about the powers of shadowy tentacle demons, making it hard to gauge the specifics of Akifusa’s transformation while he— or she?— had been unconscious.)

But the face wasn’t the part of Akifusa they had trouble dealing with. It was everything below the face that was the issue.

***

Akifusa’s cheeks blazed as he took a seat in his usual place, feeling his cumbersome breasts jiggle in the process; what was worse, the movement immediately drew all of the guys’ eyes, even though they all hastily looked away a second later. “Stop staring!” he snapped in that frustratingly high-pitched voice that had replaced his own. “Perverts!”

“Calm down, Aki,” the Princess said gently, sitting beside him. “They’re just not used to seeing you like this. Give it a few days.” There was a noticeable gap on her left; her husband must have been working late. That was too bad. Other than the Princess, Tomonori was probably the one person Aki could trust not to drool over his new figure.

He lowered his voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “But what if they don’t stop after a few days?”

“Then we’ll deal with it from there. But for now, could you try to give them the benefit of the doubt? They’ve been worried about you as well, in their various ways. …And high levels of stress aren’t healthy, especially when your body’s still recovering.”

“…Fine.” Akifusa bit his lip, shifting position. With every slight motion he made, he was reminded that the body he occupied was female, and judging by the expressions of everyone else in the room, they were equally aware of this fact.

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s an improvement,” Furutsugu said, flashing Akifusa a flirtatious smile uncomfortably like the ones he usually saved for the Princess. Akifusa shot him a death glare.

Kodonomae cleared his throat. “Good to see you’re alive.” He raised a hand as if to slap Akifusa on the back but stopped halfway there, an odd look crossing his face. His massive palm hung in the air for an awkward moment before falling aside.

“Uh. Thanks.” At least he was trying. Still, did he have to act so weird about the whole thing? True, Akifusa was smaller now (it felt strange being shorter than the Princess, even though it was only by an inch or two), and his body was softer in a few places and slimmer in others, but it wasn’t like a single back slap would kill him.

“Kuso,” the Princess said, sitting up straighter as if anxious to change the subject, “were you able to learn anything from your trip to the spirit world?”

There was a long silence. Akifusa’s eyes wandered to Kuso and found the Crow purposefully averting his gaze, his cheeks vermillion.

“Nothing of value,” he muttered eventually, crossing his arms. “There were several accounts of similar transformations, but none this… noticeable, and all of the recorded instances wore off after one to five days. For further information, I’ll need to examine the b—” He broke off, face coloring even more violently; Akifusa gritted his teeth. He’d hated it when Kuso insisted on calling him “boy” in the past, but the god’s inability to say the word now felt like even more of a slight.

Gentoka, who’d been silently eating until now, spoke up. “I tried becoming a woman once, a long time ago.”

All of them stared at him.

He shrugged, reaching for another piece of fish with his chopsticks. “I thought if Aterui had a child to look after, it would give him something to live for besides vengeance. It didn’t work, though.”

Kodonomae recovered first. “The transformation, or…”

“No, that part was easy, but he didn’t want to mate with me in the new body, so I changed back. …This salmon is quite tasty. We should have it more often.”

Furutsugu smothered a laugh. More uncomfortable silence ensued.

“So… if it’s so easy, can you change me back?” Akifusa asked hopefully, but the fox god shook his head.

“I only know how to change my own form. I thought that was obvious.”

“Then why’d you bring it up in the first place?!”

Gentoka frowned, golden eye fixing on him with complete innocence. “I was just making conversation. Not everything is about you.”

With a scowl, Akifusa lowered his gaze. “I know that,” he muttered, ears growing hot.

“Do you want me to say something about you?”

“No, that’s—”

“It’s impressive you can stand with breasts that large, especially with your current height. I only made mine about a third that size when I tried. Your back must be killing you.”

Beside him, Akifusa saw the Princess wince, but he was already surging to his feet, blood boiling, ignoring the stab of agony in his ribcage. “I’ve had enough! You’re all acting like I’m a different person, just because— just because I grew these stupid breasts that I never even wanted in the first place! There’s more to me than just my body, so… so stop panting and knock it off already!”

He glowered at each of them in turn, eyes watering as he clutched his bandaged ribs, but no one seemed able to meet his gaze. Cowards.

And then a quiet, familiar voice ruptured the silence. “For once, Akifusa, I completely agree: they’re idiots, and you’re clearly the same reckless fool you’ve always been. Now sit back down before you break any more bones. Shiki worked very hard to heal you.”

Relief crashed over him as he turned toward the doorway. “Tomo—!”

Blood-red eyes met his own, and his breath shattered inside of him.

No. Oh no. He was dying.

He was dying, and that was why Tomonori’s features stood out to him in such luscious detail: the lurid crimson of his hair and eyes, the smooth curve of his cheek, those… those soft pouty lips. Akifusa’s mind was clinging to this precious image, knowing it would be his last; he was beginning to feel feverish, heart pounding a million miles a minute.

“Is everything all right, Akifusa?”

“Y-yes, Princess.” He hastily turned away and sat again. No need to worry her on his behalf. After all, as long as she stayed alive, he had a duty to protect her; Akifusa refused to let himself die yet.

“Akifusa.” Tomonori’s soft voice caught his attention again as he took a seat beside his wife. A small, sincere smile darted over his lips, eyes clinging to Akifusa’s for just a beat longer than necessary. “Thank you for saving Shiki. I’m glad you survived.”

Crap. His fever was coming back. *** Hope you enjoyed. There’s a lot more written; I’m not sure yet how much of it to share on here. It’s hard when I have no idea how many people are reading this to begin with. Thanks for reading, though. :)

#hiiro no kakera 4 #work in progress #akifusa oki #fanfiction #tomonori kotokura #shiki ugaya #shiki x aki x tomo #shall we date: scarlet fate #rough draft #aki x tomo #shiki x tomo #don’t you hate when this happens to you?#not much shiki x aki honestly #but he still has a bit of a crush #Aki’s POV is fun to write #aki after tentacles #crack fic #crack taken seriously

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iheartmoons · 2 years ago

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WIP game: the shape of your name (still spells out pain)

hi!! so i gave a brief summary of this already here but i'll give you a snippet <33 (decided to do it in the middle of the chapter, because showing you the intro would be pretty boring)

Harry drifts off into talk with his mother, and Remus decides that this is his cue to go, so he snatches up both their mugs – only small, brown trails rolling around the bottom left – and holds his papers in his other arm. He shoves open the door with his shoulder and turns around a corner, planning to take a quick trip to the dishwasher before running off to his next class.

It is then that his shoulder slams into another’s, and Remus recoils swiftly, muttering apologies. He tries to blow the hair from his forehead so that he can see who he’s ungracefully bumped into, but he’s far too busy holding up the papers in his arm. The man across from him leans down and collects the couple essays that have fallen to the ground, and it’s those same black waves that Remus recognises. They leave a bitter feeling inside him.

“Sorry about that!” he rambles, “In a bit of a rush to get to my next lesson. First day here – still struggling with time manag…”

His voice dies on his tongue, and the awkward smile that he had just been wearing falls quick. Remus, there in the hallway, thinks that time stops all over again. He’s so damn tired of time stopping, but his life insists to be this jagged, stuttering, distorted mess.

“Hello,” the man says, and Remus feels it as his heart leaps to his throat again. It’s just shock, it’s just shock, it’s just shock.

Remus is sixteen again. Remus’s heart is breaking, or beating, again.

Remus is suddenly glad that his mother’s death numbed him already because he’d be in a million pieces if not. Remus thinks he might be anyway.

“Sirius Black,” he breathes, whistling as though this statement is a small one.

It’s not. It’s heavy, heavy. Remus both hates him with an old ache and loves him with that same ache.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Sirius says, smiling. “Do I know you already?”

Remus is a grown man, thirty-three, but he still thinks he might cry. He has always known he is a forgettable man, but he had thought that if anyone would remember him, it would be Sirius Black.

“Yeah, Remus Lupin,” he says.

“Oh, that Remus Lupin,” Sirius says, eyes wide and wandering, and his smile faltering. He takes a step back, and they both wait for two boys to pass them before he speaks again.

“Yes, that Remus Lupin. Who would’ve thought I’d see you here,” he chuckles, saying it as if that man didn’t break his heart when he was a boy, saying it as if they’re still distant friends.

“That…Remus,” Sirius says, his words and thoughts catching up to him. He seems now to hear the gravity of it. “Oh…”

“Well, I’ve got to be off,” Remus says quickly, desperately begging to avoid confronting an old break up in the middle of a corridor where anyone could walk by. Begging to avoid a confrontation at all. And there Remus was, thinking this town was going to heal him, when all it has done so far is tear him more apart.

He sets off again, leaving Sirius behind, and feeling his heart still thumping heavy in his throat. He leaves him as if there are not shared jokes, kisses, skin, teeth, tears, bone, flesh, and fights between them. He leaves, and it’s not the first time in his life.

#very rough draft #seriously #wolfstar #the marauders #the marauders fanfiction #dorlene #marylily #wiseflower #remus lupin #sirius black

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