#some of the faces remind me of tezukas but this time i get to see them on girls

[lycorid]

Manga be like

THIS GIRL IS UGLY. SHE’S AVERAGE. SHE’S A PLAIN JANE.

THIS GIRL IS CUTE. SHE’S BEAUTIFUL. EVERYONE LOVES HER.

SHE’S AN IKEMEN. HANDSOME WOMAN. BELOVED BY WOMEN FOR HER ANDROGYNY.

[dweamofsweep]

Final few drawings from this sketchbook now that I’m recycling it! Kind of sad because this particular notebook was one I used as a little kid, it has some suuuper old and embarrassingly bad (but funny) drawings in it.

Also just going to put this here; I know something kind of blew up here over the weekend in this corner of Tumblr. Dr. Tezuka has been dead for several decades now, so we will never know exactly what “ending” he thought about for Tenma and Astro further than how they got separated and never really permanently reunited throughout his numerous re-writes and loose canon tendencies. That’s up to us to parse and make meaning of and potentially imagine beyond for ourselves as audience members of the series, which many fans have done over the years (And even any other official work done after Tezuka’s passing, like AB2003 and ATB, Pluto etc are basically the same thing). I believe we are allowed to disagree with the evaluations of media that others come up with, whether just in our heads or posted publicly! However, it is not our job to budge every last person’s opinion on the internet. We may “see” each other on a somewhat regular basis because, let’s face it, this fandom is pretty small, but at the end of the day none of us know everything that informs the meaning being made by the others — and we are not obligated to disclose such personal information for any reason, in real life or online. To give you an example and offer up something about myself, Astro as a character resonates with me in large part because he stands on the border between one group and another; although he is certainly a robot, he lives his life as a human would most of the time, creating a split between himself and other robots while still not being accepted fully into human society. It gives him a unique opportunity to bridge the two together, but as a result he can never be entirely one or the other. The reason why I find that fascinating is because I am a second-gen immigrant Asian-American, and it forms some parallels with the way I feel in my own life, having been raised more American than Asian. Also, my parents are culturally Chinese-Indonesian, but ethnically appear Chinese (as do I). I will never be fully accepted into native Chinese, Indonesian, or Chinese-Indonesian communities because I act too much like an “American” despite my appearance. I will also never be fully accepted into the American community I live in because I still cling onto some of my heritage, and of course also because of my appearance. But maybe due to my experience in both worlds, the chances have increased that I could foster greater empathy, interest, or understanding between them, and Astro gives me hope for that.

However— I wouldn’t expect anyone here to know that (or even remember after reading it — it’s fine, you can purge the info from your brain LOL) even if it does affect my readings of certain scenarios and stories. If someone were to post something that doesn’t acknowledge or reflect the perspective I have, I can feel any type of way about it, but I have to remind myself I don’t know where they’re coming from and to try not to take it too personally, since they don’t know where I’m coming from either. Maybe someone has had the exact opposite experience from me, maybe they just haven’t been in any comparable situation to begin with, they could also be a lot younger or older, or from another part of the world — on the internet you really just don’t know, and a person doesn’t really have to tell you if they don’t want to. Personally, once I’ve said my piece, I’ve said it. If someone disagrees with me over the same point repeatedly, and I considered their viewpoint but decided to retain mine, I don’t continue to engage them, because I know it gets unproductive sooner or later (neither side changes their mind or learns anything new, if anything we both just become more stubborn about our own arguments because we have to keep making the same one over and over). I do think about Tezuka’s and other artists’ work very seriously, as an artist myself and an aspiring professional, and I believe that’s a valid angle to come from. Yet I often just draw things on a whim despite the aforementioned, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, most of my drawings have very little meaning. I just post on here hoping it might make someone else a bit happier to see it; I suspect that many others in the community do the same. (Obviously if I misrepresent something severely in my own work, which I hope I will not but you never know, I want someone to tell me about it, but I didn’t think this was the case in the particular situation happening now.)

and… I will freely admit to sharing outlandish internet takes both as a kid and as an adult, then changing my mind and looking back on it, as well as my behavior in general, later with regret 😭 it will happen again, I’m sure… perhaps this is one and I should have kept my mouth shut, but I hope this at least gave some of my perspective. If you want to probe any further into my thoughts or ask for clarification you can!

[potscenarios]

Hello! I'm so happy to see you/this blog active again! <3 Can I request headcanons on Tezuka, Atobe and Sanada having a date with their s/o on a romantic place? :D Thanks a lot!

Hi there! Um, I'd like to clarify something since I noticed people have been 'welcoming back' me / the blog: this blog is completely new! I used to have scenarios blogs last time but I've never written for POT fandom before! So if you used to visit a blog with this same name, I just want to inform you that I'm not the same person with whoever used to run the scenarios blog under this name until it was deleted. Sorry for any confusion!

Anyway, here you go, I hope this is ok ♡ 

Tezuka

Hiking and camping (especially on the mountains) are his favorite dates and he thinks it's plenty romantic because 1) a lot of opportunities to just sit down and have long, deep conversations, and 2) when night comes, the air typically becomes colder so you always end up asking to snuggle with him (and he secretly loves it) and lastly 3) he loves to just stargaze under the bright stars, with you laying beside him and pointing at the constellations while telling each other stories from your childhoods.

If you have interest in fishing, he'll gladly invite you to a fishing trip! It won't necessarily be a romantic date, but just indulge him, ok? If you're new in the whole fishing as a hobby, he'll patiently teach you all you need to know about it, starting from the beginning. With time, as you get better, he would secretly get a little competitive about who can catch the bigger fish.

Stay-in dates with Tezuka usually consists of silently reading books together, watching some movies, cooking for dinner and having dinner together, doing light stretching exercises together - just some simple spending time together. He might do something special for you from time to time, or whenever there's a special occasion for celebration. In those cases, he wouldn't mind splurging a bit by taking you out to a fancy restaurant or booking a skiing trip for the two of you.

"I don't say this enough, but... Being able to spend time with you like this, it feels like a dream. Thank you for being here. I'm grateful to have you on my side."

Atobe

Oh boy. Romantic dates are his specialty. He knows how to set the mood and he knows the right words to say to make you swoon. The moment you exit your front door, he's the perfect escort to wherever you're going. He compliments your attire (even if you're just wearing a simple hoodie), places a kiss on your hand, and throughout the date he'll make you feel like you're a descendant of some sort of royalty.

He prefers to be out and about, surrounded by people who can cater to your needs and makes sure your date is flawless. Candle-lit dinners. Amusement parks. Boating. Going to watch musicals or operas. Overseas or domestic travelling. It'll be up to you to suggest simpler dates like staying in to watch movies (instead of him renting out a whole theatre) or having a picnic for just the two of you and a homemade meal (instead of having butlers and maids waiting on you while you're eating finger food made by Michelin starred chefs).

Stay-in dates with Atobe aren't exactly normal, in the sense that he prefers to spend it at his mansion, which is full of butlers and maids catering to your every needs anyway. Still, he wouldn't say no if you invite him to your abode. He won't complain too much, since it's a new experience for him and he's discovering some new things in exchange - like how unexpectedly pleasant it feels when you're drying his hair with your mid priced hairdryer (it makes the drying time longer than he's used to, but your shampoo smells so good and your fingers feels heavenly while they’re combing through his hair).

"What kind of date should we do next? How about renting a cruise ship on our summer break? Ah, but that's too far ahead, huh? That reminds me, there's a private charity gala coming up and I think you'll be interested in the cause - should we attend it?"

Sanada

When it comes him, it's quite rare for you two to have a typical 'romantic' date, because Sanada himself isn't a consciously romantic person in general. His style of romancing you is by being traditionally chivalrous: opening doors, making sure you're not walking on the side of the road, making sure you're comfortable before anything, etc. But this is his original self; he doesn't try to be chivalrous, it's just his upbringing and personality.

For him, romantic dates = dates where you're spending quality time with each other, preferably in private. He isn't much of a talker so it could be hard to start conversations, but I feel like Sanada could be talkative when he's already way more comfortable with you and when it comes to things he truly cares about. You'll find yourself falling into deep conversations with him, especially regarding things like your personal beliefs, your values, and what you stand (or doesn't) stand for. He can go from "So... What's... Your favorite color?" to "At a glance, some traditions look meaningless to us who are living in this century, however I personally think there is an interesting lore behind every tradition that could become a learning experience for us, much like history - but what do you think?"

Stay-in dates with Sanada wouldn't happen unless you're some way later in your relationship, but it's going to be an interesting adventure for you if you've never lived in traditional Japanese houses! He especially loves it when it's after dinner on a cool summer night, and you both sit out on the engawa facing the inner garden, just enjoying each other's company while listening to the sound of the cicadas. There’s also just something about seeing you in the morning, dressed in a yukata and smiling sleepily at him at the breakfast table, that makes him feel all warm and content.

"Did you enjoy today's date? I didn't think going to an amusement parks would be such an enjoyable experience, but seeing you having so much fun was pleasant to witness."

[yuna-dan]

MASTERPOST PT 2

So back in 2017 I did a masterpost of all my fics, but I changed my name so then the links don’t work anymore. It’s still there, in case I skip any fic (which I might’ve), though I deleted some old bad written fics.

I have written a lot of this things, i am actually concerned. 

Please https://ko-fi.com/danyuna buy me a kofi and help me pay for my studies.

Copy Paste the link, all of them work, but Tumblr can be a little b*ch

Avatar:

Tittle: Dying

Summary: “You are okay Jet.” Fuck. “You are gonna be okay.” He kiss his forehead.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125908414835/71-jetzuko-please

Tittle: Train

Summary: When they train together, somehow their bodies synchronized in the perfect way.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147588445260/32-zukaang

Tittle: Of busses and rules

Summary: The tan boy smile to the scarred one. “Yeah, you see all the sits are used and I’m kinda tired, so can I sit here?”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125905951620/of-busses-and-rules

Tittle: Love

Summary: “Zuko, do you believe in love?”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125712759925/93-sokkazuko-just-because

Tittle: Just Watching

Summary: “Nothing, I just wanna se you training, you know. I’ve got to see you shirtless.”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125952999770/just-watching

Tittle: Drowsy

Summary:  It was normal for Zuko. Totally normal. Some night, they are light just taunting him when the times he used to be happy, other nights they are bad, about how he was banished or making him remembered all the bad decisions he take. Other nights he remember that and how terrified he was.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125779917805/drowsy

Tittle: Another Kiss

Summary: If one year ago someone tell Sokka he was going to hide from the fire nation soldiers in the summer house of the Fire Lord with the prince of the Fire Nation, he would’ve laugh. Bu then again, who in the world would say something like that? Sokka smiled at that thought.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125725734360/another-kiss

Coco:

TÍtulo: Cinco veces que Imelda le dijo que no a Héctor y una vez que dijo si.

Resúmen: Cinco veces que Imelda le dijo que no a Héctor y una vez que dijo si

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167951844390/cinco-veces-que-imelda-le-dijo-que-no-a-h%C3%A9ctor-y

Prince of Tennis:

Tittle: Earth

Summary: Kaoru was like earth.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158357493600/momokai-52-please

Tittle: Slave

Summary: “You can’t take it anymore, huh?” His voice was cruel and hard. “Maybe I should give you back to the market, huh?” Another slap.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/138468937265/80-inukai-preferably-kaidoh-as-the-slave

Tittle: Arms

Summary:  Fuji loves Tezuka’s arms. They are strong. Hard. Warm.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147588583890/tezukafuji-6-thank-you

Sanders Sides:

Short Fics:

Tittle: Head Kiss

Summary: Couldn’t sleep, huh?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158421521000/62-with-prinxiety

Tittle: Red Puffy (or the one with the dress)

Summary: Prince, the fanciful creativity, slayer of dragons and gorgons, love wearing dresses.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158498774020/red-puffy-or-the-one-with-the-dress

Tittle: Shut up

Summary: “Shut up.” “Make me.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158537684955/if-youre-still-looking-for-prompts-prinxiety

Tittle: The way they sleep

Summary: Logic knew that sleeping with so much people in a bed should be uncomfotable, but somehow he manage to sleep a little.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158896063675/anything-with-poly-sanders-like-how-they-got

Tittle: Namesless

Summary: I’m a disease I have no name. I’m not supposed to be here. I just bother here. I’m worthless. I do not belong here.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158894363805/nameless

Tittle: Feeling

Summary: The feeling you when you see your significant other being held by another one.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158867213420/feeling

Tittle: Geografía

Summary: “This song remind me a lot of you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158618922035/i-have-a-dar%C3%A9-for-you-write-a-songfic-in-english

Tittle: How could you love me?

Summary: “I’m like a machine.” “No. You’re not. You’re like the sun. You’re like the rain.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158933475635/how-could-you-love-me

Tittle: Same Face

Summary: “Are you hitting on me because we have the same face?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158966900380/same-face

Tittle: Daydream mode gets out of control

Summary: “You shouldn’t have risked yourself like this! Are you stupid? Let’s face it, Thomas doesn’t need me but he does need you. I’m not worth putting yourself in danger to save.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159017507695/prompt-daydream-mode-gets-out-of-control-the

Tittle: Touch-starved Anxiety

Summary: The next time they watched a movie, Anxiety was sitting in the middle.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159103302255/can-you-write-a-touch-starved-anxiety

Tittle: Make up

Summary: Anxiety was the only one that knew how to apply make up but apparently not the only one who wear it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159154426205/make-up

Tittle: Hold on a diddly darn minute

Summary: Roman did, at the end of the day, he was with Morality.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159167174880/47-and-48-with-prince-and-anyone-else-of-ur

Tittle: Heart

Summary: “No one has a heart of stone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159168233095/21-anxiety-and-logic-please-have-a-good

Tittle: Tease

Summary: “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159174148275/42-i-dont-know-if-i-should-kiss-you-or-slap

Tittle: Questions

Summary: “Okay. Okay. I can with this but… Do you think someone can like me more?” He whispered and Logic moved his head to the side a little confused. “I don’t understand your statement.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159206078560/questions

Tittle: Drunk

Summary: “Pardon me?” Anxiety was shaking from nervousness and excitement.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159216004845/are-you-drunk-morality-and-anxiety

Tittle: Alive

Summary: I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159229958825/im-alive-i-can-tell-because-of-the-pain

Tittle: Put me down!

Summary: “We’re going to cuddle!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159320417225/for-the-prompt-could-you-do-put-me-down-with

Tittle: Pants

Summary: “Where are your pants?!” “On the floor”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159322992035/hi-could-you-please-do-the-where-are-your

Tittle: Attention whore

Summary: “To be honest,” Logan spoke first, “I think you’re an attention whore.” Morality’s eyes snapped open. “Logan! Language!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159340208475/i-for-one-would-like-to-see-tbh-i-think-youre

Tittle: I won’t say I’m in love

Summary: It was stupid how much you can related to a fucking song. Honestly, the most ridiculous thing in the world, and even more if it was a Disney song.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159346797635/i-wont-say-im-in-love-pinxiety-ewe

Tittle: Clumsy!Anxiety (1)

Summary: “Why are you limping?” He asked worriedly. “I fell down the stairs, I’m fine though. I just scratch my knee.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159229157290/hello-i-love-your-writing-and-i-dont-know-if

Tittle: Clumsy!Anxiety (2)

Summary: “You know I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159321901095/would-you-do-you-know-i-would-help-but-making

Tittle: One Last Hope

Summary: “You gotta be kidding. Why me? C’mon gods I haven’t trained someone in ages!” Roman’s shot him a confused look, “Look, Princey-”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159347189965/one-last-hope-prinxiety

Tittle: You’re welcome

Summary: Prince has said plenty of times he didn’t enjoy the covers of the Disney movies.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159347575285/youre-welcome-with-logicprince-who-ever-can-be

Tittle: Close it

Summary: And it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before! Love is an open door!” He yelled-sang. “Then close it!” Anxiety snapped already mad.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159350548330/for-the-disney-song-thing-love-is-an-open-door

Tittle: I don’t get it

Summary: It could be easier.” “At least out loud.” Morality agrees shrugging.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159360922890/i-wont-say-im-in-love-logicmorality-with

Tittle: Colors of the wind

Summary: “Don’t go there, Logan.” He hissed mad, “The savage is me and yet, the one that don’t understand reality is you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159361260850/colors-of-the-wind-logicality

Tittle: Tie

Summary: Against all believes, Logan actually was the one that hated mornings

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159362375650/roman-tying-logans-tie-oh-my-god-things-couples

Tittle: Amusement Park

Summary: They deserve a break from school and just act like a couple, which yeah he knew it would be difficult but still.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159379064010/all-four-of-them-go-to-an-amusement-park

Tittle: Cereal

Summary: Who wouldn’t be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!

URL 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159365924910/hehe-hello-again-my-friend-the-new-one-was-just

URL 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159366130710/who-wouldnt-be-angry-you-ate-all-of-my-cereal

Tittle: Summoning

Summary: "This is the tenth demon summoning this week" 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159379929100/this-is-the-tenth-demon-summoning-this-week

Tittle: Hints

Summary: “I’m really cold”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159381615510/for-the-prompts-can-i-request-dropping-hints-so

Tittle: Sorry

Summary: “I may have accidentally sort of adopted five cats.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159381828705/i-may-have-accidentally-sort-of-adopted-five

Tittle: Out Loud

Summary: “We don’t have to say it”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159393247285/i-wont-say-im-in-love-anxiety-and-logan

Tittle: Fort

Summary: “This is stupid” “Your face is stupid.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159393648745/building-a-fort-together-for-prinxiety

Tittle: Trampoline 

Summary: “I don’t get this, we can sleep in the mindscape.” 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159396131525/sleep-on-a-trampoline-with-blankets-and-pillows

Tittle: Short

Summary: “The skirt is short on purpose”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159396710300/please-please-please-the-skirt-is-short-on

Tittle: Crash

Summary: “You idiot! How many times I’ve told you to look both ways when you cross the road!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159400264550/fuck-i-feel-like-i-got-hit-by-a-car-wait-i-did

Tittle: Skirt

Summary: “What are you wearing?” Anxiety asked when he entered his shared room with his boyfriend.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159402003330/the-skirt-is-short-on-purpose-anxiety-and

Tittle: Kiss the boy

Summary: Morality smirked at that, grabbed Logic’s tie and yanked him towards him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159411413140/kiss-the-girl-logicality

Tittle: Sandwich

Summary: You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159425183765/100-for-logicality

Tittle: Banish 

Summary: You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159430917095/one-more-sorry-for-flooding-your-asks-lmao-how

Tittle: You can’t sleep

Summary: There it goes the moment and his possibility of a proper nap.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159431703445/62-for-prinxiety-or-logicality-or-both-cheeky

Tittle: Baking

Summary: “Jeez, Logan this is not the first time I’ve done this.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159441818880/baking-together-for-logicality

Tittle: Breakfast

Summary: “Can you help me preparing breakfast for Roman?” 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159443108270/surprise-each-other-with-breakfast-in-bed-for

Tittle: Bubble baths

Summary: “So what? I lay there like and idiot and wait for a miracle to happen?” 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159445402935/take-a-soothing-bubble-bath-together-prinxiety

Tittle: This is fine

Summary: “Oh my god! I’m sorry!” Roman tried to apologize, kissing his lips and neck a few times.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159446563855/just-jam-your-knee-right-up-my-crotch-this-is

Tittle:  Move

Summary: Their bodies were entangled, naked legs intertwined with each other while words of love were whispered. It was a magical and beautiful moment.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159454018475/hand-is-accidentally-on-a-boobnippleprivate

Tittle: Trust 

Summary: “I can’t trust you” “Doesn’t mean I’ll leave you alone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159469423495/hey-sorta-new-to-this-ask-thing-but-ythink

Tittle: Marry me

Summary: “Would you marry me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159472221685/hiya-would-you-do-will-you-marry-me-with

Tittle: Safe

Summary: “Oh, Mo.” he kissed his forehead. “I’ll take care of you today.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159480579160/prompt-illness-youre-very-flushed-are-you

Tittle: Bad day

Summary: “So you’re gonna just sit on your ass while I have to make breakfast?”
“At least it’s a cute ass.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159482340665/also-600-special-prompts-number-17-with-whoever

Tittle: His own voice

Summary: He was crying. There’s no shame in that. He cried more often lately. 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159482532855/four-words-prompts-with-someone-saying-i-cant

Tittle: Sick

Summary: It was in the middle of the night when Morality heard a horrible coughing sound. For a moment he thought it was actually his imagination, combined with the fact he was asleep.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159494324195/was-that-you-or-did-a-goose-with-bronchitis-flew

Tittle: More than I do

Summary: You cant possibly hate me more than i do!

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159495439170/promt-you-cant-possibly-hate-me-more-than-i

Tittle: Soul

Summary: He was in a white room and for a moment he thought it was the hospital, until he noticed that there was not any window, nor a door or even bed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159497768875/i-really-thought-i-was-going-to-die-i-know-but

Tittle: Not a secret

Summary: No one knew. They suspected, however. Morality and Anxiety were not precisely secretive, since they were now suddenly joined by the hip, cuddling and holding hands, but if Roman or Logan asked they would just laughed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159499381660/i-would-throw-my-phone-across-the-room-for-a-fic

Tittle: Shirt

Summary: “Is that my shirt?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159549869065/hey-could-you-do-is-that-my-shirt-with

Tittle: Scary stories

Summary: “Let’s tell scary stories!!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159628862690/the-sides-telling-scary-stories-and-morality

Tittle: SemiCatAnxiety

URL 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159382296705/you-need-to-stop-leaving-dead-bodies-in-my

URL 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159397846490/im-going-to-need-you-to-put-on-some-underwear

URL 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159402379675/so-what-if-i-broke-my-arm-im-still-doing-it

URL 4: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159411865145/for-the-drabbles-challenge-22-for-prinxiety

URL 5: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159456102190/right-as-one-person-is-about-to-fall-asleep-one

Tittle: Darling

Summary: He saved himself. He was the responsible of his life choice. He was the one who put a limit. Because he needed, because he wanted. Not because some stupid prince Charming told him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159630947500/hey-can-i-request-some-sort-of-songfic-for

Tittle: Cute

Summary: “We’d make a cute couple.”

URL: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159631764840/50-with-morality-and-anyone-because-damn-gurl

Tittle: Alone

Summary: “Don’t hurt me like this.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159646982850/20-with-either-prince-or-morality-because-there-is

Tittle: Wings

Summary: “You’re not a weirdo. You’re different, so?” He kissed him again. “They are beautiful,” he left a little kiss on the right wing, giggling at the sensation. “Just like you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159881874330/theyre-not-powerstheyre-more-like-special

Tittle: Outlaws

Summary: “For someone who always uses bad clothes, you sure know how to design some nice ones.” Roman said when he saw his reflection in the mirror, wearing a beautiful sparky white with feathers costume, having slight greyish.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159848195360/outlaws

Tittle: Flirting

Summary: “Dude, you two have been flirting back and forth for like, a year and a half. If you don’t kiss him I will! It’s annoying!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159703876790/pleaes-write-that-logince-promt-i-need-to-get

Tittle: Ice skating

Summary: “Logan, want some help?” He asked once he was closed enough. Logan huffed, but remain silent trying to stood straight.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160191644970/is-there-already-a-logince-fanfic-about-them-going

Tittle: Rockabye

Summary: He tugged his twins i the crib, kissing their forehead. His phone buzzed in the back of his pants but he ignored it, he already knew what was it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160179906850/rockabye

Tittle: Two Pieces

Summary: They fit like two pieces of a broken heart

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160026962095/two-pieces

Tittle: When I was your man

Summary: Alexander laid on his bed, eyes burning with tears that refused to fell. Besides him, a bouquet of white roses. This was stupid, he shouldn’t be here.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160018163625/when-i-was-your-man

Tittle: Oh, I know.

Summary:  Anxiety had a vast collection of different skirts and dresses. From all kind of colors, not only black, but pastels, yellow, flower print, etc.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159988132345/can-i-please-get-a-story-about-anxiety-in-a

Tittle: Blush

Summary: Roses are Red, I have a crush, whenever I´m around you, all I do is blush

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159976499790/for-the-subscriber-thingy-roses-are-redi-have

Tittle: The don’t know about us

Summary: “People say we shouldn’t be together, too young to know about forever”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159904257960/they-dont-know-about-us

Tittle: Need you now

Summary: It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159890821785/need-you-now-snow-logicality-congrats-300

Tittle: Better.

Summary: Post!Growing Up. Anxiety knew how much words could actually hurt. He was aware of that. He knew it more than anyone else. That’s why he was ashamed of himself for what happened. It hurt to see Morality’s face flinching at every word.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160231803110/better

Tittle: All the ways (To say I love you)

Summary: 10 + 1 ways to say I love you

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160379070555/all-the-ways-to-say-i-love-you

Tittle: Protection. 

Summary: Pre!AcceptingAnxiety. “I am nameless.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160395028685/protection

Tittle: Roman(tic) outings

Summary: “Do you like food?” “Yes” “Do you like romantic outings?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160559203880/roman-tic-outings

Tittle: Intertwined

Summary:  What do you do with your hands while walking? Shove them in your pockets? Casually let them against your jeans?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160887821320/intertwined

Tittle: Soul searching

Summary: Everyone in the kingdom held one. Everyone was born with a special tattoo in their body, hoping to find the one who held the same. However, sometimes the one is actually the ones. It was not weird but clearly not normal, to be born with two marks. Yet, Prince Roman was born with four marks.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160928957630/soul-searching

Tittle: Pretty

Summary: “Oh nonsense,” Ben batted his hand, putting his palette aside from Anxiety face, trying to see what color would be better. “You’ll look great.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160955571425/pretty

Tittle:  The meaning of flowers

Summary: 4 flowers, 4 meanings

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161175317430/the-meaning-of-flowers

Tittle: Musical Memories

Summary: 10 songs, 10 fics

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161223996295/musical-memories

Tittle: Tonight

Summary: Logan knew the symptoms his host was presenting, but quickly brush it off considering the change of seasons, and the lack of sleep it was something almost meant to be.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161483877665/tonight

Tittle: Moxiety drable 

Summary: I passed out in a public place, and you sat with me for several hours to make sure no one harassed me? That is both sweet and strange.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161590341135/9-moxiety

Tittle: Here comes a thought

Summary: Thomas breathing was out of control, Logan was at his side, holding his hand like a lifeline, and exaggerating his own breathing, hoping Thomas could match it. Roman was rubbing his back, glaring at him.

URL:  https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/162854518495/can-you-write-a-dic-based-on-the-heres-comes-a

Tittle: Tu tanta falta de querer

Summary: The first time sleeping alone, after so many years. He closed his eyes feeling anxious, he wanted to call him, to make sure he was alive, 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/162889084405/prompt-hey-podr%C3%ADas-hacer-un-fic-de-prinxiety

Tittle: Flowers

Summary: Maybe roman should’ve known better. Maybe he should’ve act nicer. Maybe, and just maybe in that way, he would’ve notice his own crush before it was too late.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163099406085/flowers

Tittle: Comfort

Summary: Roman sometimes would sneak into Logan’s room

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163243670755/comfort

Tittle: Cereal & Nightmares

Summary:  “It’s three am in the morning. Why are you eating cereal?”

URL:  https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163601475018/its-three-am-in-the-morning-why-are-you-eating

Tittle: Moxiety drabble 

Summary: “I wish you could see what I see when you’re looking in the mirror.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163679809587/i-wish-you-could-see-what-i-see-when-youre

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: I feel just like a nerd watching birds

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163688736135/i-feel-just-like-a-nerd-watching-birds-logince

Tittle: Jar of Hearts

Summary: Who do you think you are?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163718507475/ohh-would-you-plz-do-jar-of-hearts-with-patton-and

Tittle: Moxiety drabble

Summary: “I just love you, I don’t need anything else.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163727505382/your-eyes-are-the-brightest-of-all-the-colors-i

Tittle: Prinxiety drabble

Summary: I know, somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163757201623/i-know-somewhere-deep-in-my-soul-that-love

Tittle: Whiskers and Tails

Summary: Roman’s a cat. That’s it

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164034464195/whiskers-and-tails

Tittle: Need

Summary: “There’s a difference between loving and needing…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164659966470/need

Tittle: Meant to be

Summary: He blushed, because goddammit his friends were such nerds. They didn’t even try to fake a different letter, everything was like them. And Roman loved every part of it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164988583945/meant-to-be

Tittle: Remember 

Summary: “I love you too, son. Besides, you can always play with your guitar and remember me…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167256961425/remember

Tittle: Gone

Summary: “I thought you were beside me, but I reached and you were gone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167401124780/i-thought-you-were-beside-me-but-i-reached-and

Tittle: Cheat

Summary: "How could you do this to us? To our family?"

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167488717005/how-could-you-do-this-to-us-to-our-family

Tittle: Wrong

Summary: "I loved you, and I thought you loved me. Turns out I was wrong"

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167500736460/i-loved-you-and-i-thought-you-loved-me-turns

Tittle: Amnesia 

Summary: Suddenly a man was hugging him, and crying while hiding his head in his neck. It was comforting but weird… really weird. “E-Excuse me?” He said, holding the shoulders of the guy.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167611587190/im-sorry-i-dont-remember-a-thing-virgil-to

Tittle: LAMP Drabble

Summary: They believed on different things

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167931901530/could-you-do-a-lamp-soulmate-au-im-a-sucker-for

Tittle: Prinxiety drabble

Summary: “I’m just not good enough for you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168017713640/prinxiety-i-wish-you-could-see-what-i-see-when

Tittle: I’ll take your hand

Summary: “Logan-Logan I’m scared.” He whispered, hugging him tighter and trying to escape the coldness inside his bones.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168095943600/you-know-ill-take-your-hand-when-it-gets-cold

Tittle: This place your home

Summary: “It’s weird.” Patton admitted, “but a good weird.” He tried to smile, seeing the small house in middle of the field, it was more of a farm.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168096465805/im-going-to-make-this-place-your-home-with

Tittle: The Stars

Summary: Logan would always love to stare at the stars. When kid, he even used to have neck pains, since he was always looking up, and up, and up. Wondering about possible life, who made the stars so beautiful, who named them all.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168447823990/the-stars

Tittle: Broken

Summary: “I’m broken.” He confessed one day to his best friend, under a tree. The air moved the flowers around at a soft speed and the sun was starting to set, a lovely wat to confess feelings.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168732497305/24-couldnt-ever-figure-out-how-to-love-logince

Tittle: Emotionless

Summary: Sometimes Morality would cope different. Sometimes the humour wouldn’t be enough. They all hate when that happens. They could deal with a happy but sad Patton. They couldn’t deal with an emotionless Patton.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168733078470/i-just-want-to-stop-feeling-lamp-plotanic-or

Tittle: Impossible Possible

Summary: In case you had a soulmark there are 7.442 billion people on earth, how can you find them? The coincidence of your soulmate living in the same continent as you were practically impossible.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168849756090/impossible-possible

Tittle: Late(r)

Summary: Virgil knew it wasn’t Patton’s fault. He knew that he was probably overreacting and that yes, Patton did care about him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169023493280/why-is-it-you-never-seem-to-care-until-its-too

Tittle: I love you

Summary: Roman didn’t want this to happened. He knew he had to take actions the moment he felt Logan’s hand like fire against his own and when he got the desire to kiss him. 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169097009935/you-can-trust-me-alright-i-love-you

Tittle: Dance with me

Summary: You know that feeling when you’ve heard one specific song over, and over, and over again? That no matter how hard you tried you can’t seem to scape it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169106600155/dance-with-me

Tittle: (I’m not) Ready

Summary: Roman looked at his computer, feeling hot inside his stomach. His arms were shaking a little and yet he knew he was not doing anything wrong.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160308945485/im-not-ready

Tittle: Best for you

Summary: “Would you sing Disney duos with me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169313008620/best-for-you

Tittle: Somewhere only we know

Summary: “Sing to me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169705605465/somewhere-only-we-know

Tittle: Are you flirting with me?

Summary: “Are you flirting with me?” Logan said, almost out of breath. Roman chuckled, and jump to sit over the counter, “Yeah, have been for the last couple of months.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170062225000/are-you-flirting-with-me

Tittle: Hate

Summary: “You still love him,” Roman sat next to the spectacled boy, holding his hand.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170347634525/hate

Tittle: Five Times Patton tried to help and one time he actually help

Summary: 5 + 1 Moxiety

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170486957855/five-times-patton-tried-to-help-and-one-time-he

Tittle: Night Cookies 

Summary: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170617994974/night-cookies

URL: “You aren’t allowed to make omelets at 3am anymore.”

Tittle: Care

Summary: They’ve been fighting too much. They’ve been yelling too much. They’ve been cruel to each other.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168732200950/why-do-you-care-logicality

Tittle: Definition of words

Summary: Unexpected, what a beautiful way to describe it. Unexpected, that’s the best way to describe what happened.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/171873753560/definition-of-words

Tittle: Under

Summary: Roman couldn’t understand how he could get into situations like this. First it was Patton’s bellsprout who was always bit him for no reason, and that even now as a Victreebel would bite him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184089913070/why-is-it-always-snorlax

Tittle: 10 songs for you

Summary: Another 10 songs, 10 more fics

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184212794460/10-songs-for-you

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: Logince adopting little Patton

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184420739485/logince-adopting

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: It wasn’t as if Logan wasn’t used to this kind of messages from Roman, so when he received the text u free? He was already on his way to buy chocolate ice-cream (He still didn’t understand why always bought ice-cream, but that makes Roman happy).

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184488895815/6-logince

Tittle: “If I died, we’d be together now.” He heard the was Roman’s breath hitched and the way Richard swallowed, but he carry on.

Summary: The floor was wet, that was the first thing he noticed. He didn’t knew what he was feeling, but the floor was wet and he tried to only think about the wetness on the floor.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/190924331365/4-mcr-moxiety

Tittle: Alone

Summary: “They began to drift away, I was left alone” 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/190936915885/any-with-patton-20-disney

Tittle: Lies (Truths)

Summary: “You lie so good, that it taste as a truth.” He said, which was odd because Logan didn’t understand language like that. “But I can see right through you”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611362498492481536/13-you-lie-so-good-that-it-taste-as-a-truth

Tittle: Surroundings

Summary: Remus didn’t really understand his surroundings. He sometimes would stare into nothing and the rest of the world would stop existing.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611448476540289024/six-of-the-spanish-prompt-deceit-wanyone

Tittle: Okay

Summary: “I thought my heart had learn it’s lesson…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611620772549689344/i-thought-my-heart-had-learned-its-lesson-with

Tittle: Without you

Summary: “What the hell would I be without you?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611627543965073408/le-gasp-1-with-virgil-and-the-light-sides

Tittle: Out

Summary: When Patton decided to study laws, it wasn’t the very first decision. It wasn’t that he was three years old and he already knew what he wanted to be.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/612692969096691712/for-the-au-lawyer-au-since-u-are-a-lawyer

Tittle: Like

Summary:  “Look, Remus, I know you know that I like you, but you don’t have to make fun of me.” “You like me back?!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/612809931402444800/dukexiety-2-for-the-dodie-prompts

Tittle: Stereotypes

Summary: He will learn to love him, eventually.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613249881535053824/hey-are-you-still-doing-the-dodie-prompts-if-so

Tittle: Like you 

Summary: “Why aren’t we boyfriends?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613257715220889600/how-about-2-royality-for-the-dodies-songs

Tittle: Mistakes

Summary:  “Hey, there. God, it’s been so long…” “Fifteen years.” Damien said.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613873686503669760/12-im-going-to-try-to-fall-in-love-with-you

Tittle:  True love

Summary: "Only true love" the witch has said, and Patton just wondered how his life turned into that cliché.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613891214176108544/if-youre-doing-the-dodie-prompts-what-about-4-i

Tittle: Right

Summary:  “I want to hate Roman, and I know I should not feel like that. He’s supposed to be my soulmate, but I just need to know what happen to Rosaline.” You're supposed to have the name of your soulmate in your wrist. Logan didn't understand why he was different

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614441151867551744/1-soulmate-au-with-logince

Tittle: Falling (out of love)

Summary: Why can’t we all be together the way we used to be?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614695544307269632/6-why-cant-we-all-be-together-the-way-we-used

Tittle: Break

Summary: You break hearts as easily as you break promises.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614876166400196609/you-break-hearts-as-easily-as-you-break-promises

Tittle: Paranoia

Summary: Black tendrils were created, and this weren’t from Remus, because his were green and this weren’t octopus-like, but blob-like lines who were trapping him. He had never seen something like this, but then again, imagination was weird.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615146188456542208/hey-if-you-are-doing-those-steven-universe

Tittle: Happiness

Summary: And he did get it, he was the romantic side, of course he understood that love works weirdly, this wasn’t anyone’s fault, but he couldn’t help but feel… sad? jealous? angry?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615324132180099072/p-16-for-the-angst-prompts-p

Tittle: Dukexiety drabble

Summary: Remus was humming between the small kissed he was peppering all over Virgil’s face. 

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615515180477169664/p-steven-universe-prompts-song-b-p

Tittle: Sk8r Boi

Summary: Roman, to this day, regretted the way he turned down Dee. I don’t date freaks. He laughed at his face, and Dee, so kind and sympathetic smiled at him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615796686925758464/sk8er-boi

Tittle: Heaven

Summary: Virgil knew this was wrong, he knew that staring at him, that feeling this way about him was wrong, and yet, here he was.

URL:  https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613169652413120512/6-for-dodie-songs-prinxiety-please-at-first-i

Long Fics:

Tittle: Blame the kids

Summary: Logan was a dedicated teacher. Marion was a social worker with two kids. The kids were jerks.

CH1: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158571005320/blame-the-kids

Ch2:  http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158612697360/blame-the-kids

Ch3: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158645531405/blame-the-kids

Ch4: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158670824710/blame-the-kids

Ch5: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158830953930/blame-the-kids

Drabble1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159386247160/2-morality-and-anxiety-please

Drabble 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159406210415/theyre-not-your-kids-back-the-fck-off-dads

Drabble 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159889795725/i-wont-let-anything-hurt-you-ever-again-morality

Tittle: Ink on my skin

Summary: Patton didn’t know why his soulmate never replied back, maybe he was shy, maybe he was a jerk.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163162329325/ink-on-my-skin

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163296196130/ink-on-my-skin-words-i-couldnt-say

Ch3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/165238014935/ink-on-my-skin-across-the-world

Tittle: The Walls [COMPLETE]

Summary: The world was supposed to fill with colors once you met the special person. Once your soulmate came and you first saw each other, the colors would have appeared in your world, because you finally find them. In an ideal world that would happen. In that same ideal world, maybe Logan Sanders haven’t gone blind.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169527984870/the-walls

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169791601560/the-walls-ii

Tittle: Counting (on you)

Summary: You owe me 5,000,000 kisses and apparently you take that seriously. Soulmate AU. Reincarnation AU. Also knowns as the fic where Logan and Roman reincarnated to meet each other.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170773255340/counting-on-you

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/181540924990/counting-on-you-2

Tittle: Home [COMPLETE]

Summary: “Let’s create a home together.” Virgil never understood the implications behind that.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/171636761895/home

Drabble1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611906369199685632/can-u-write-something-related-to-ur-fic-home-the

Tittle: Only the Ocean

Summary: Pirate AU. “It was almost as if the ocean would talked to me, you know" Remus did know, of course he did.“Yes, I understand."Logan have always feel a deep connection with the sea, for some reason.

Prelude: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613272952165761024/only-the-ocean-prelude-hey-there-lonely-girl

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613950425861963776/only-the-ocean-ch-1

Ch2:https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615396862237753344/only-the-ocean-ch-2

AUs:

Ghost AU: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159554117120/ghost-au-or-hautedsanders

Drabble 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159594014910/omg-could-you-please-write-the-anxiety-calling

Drabble 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159611548890/how-did-they-bond-like-roman-and-logan

Drabble 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159650462680/just-wanted-to-say-i-really-love-your-ghost-au

Drabble 4: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159654108230/roman-and-alex-bonding-plsss-ghost-au

Drabble 5: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159654552130/how-did-thomas-meet-the-ghosts

Drabble 6: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159678297110/maruo-reacting-to-anxs-injuries-and-everyone

Drabble 7: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159979891240/im-sorry-but-i-need-more-ghost-aus-in-my-life-i

Drag Queen AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184242978535/drag-queen-sides

Drabble 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184312618735/thrilled

Youtuber AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184253745495/youtuber-au

Drabble: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184332996175/angst-better-yet-give-me-the-forbidden-patton

Avatar AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/166162214500/that-avatar-au-no-one-asked-for

Total Drama:

Title: Second Chances

Summary: Alejandro didn’t believe in second chances.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158355217870/alenoah-77-or-58-or-maybe-both-thanks

Tittle: Friendship

Summary: It was weird, what they formed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158357717570/could-you-do-a-team-escope-with-94-thanks

Tittle: Animal Instincts 

Summary: His mother used to said that if an animal didn’t like a certain person, then that said person was cruel on the inside. Somehow, Noah grew into that phrase, and most of the time that was correct.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147736924505/36-alenoah-thanks

Tittle: Scars

Summary: Four facts of two different people.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147737685060/for-the-free-drabble-nowen-6

Yugioh GX:

Tittle: Bittersweet

Summary: Don’t forget what we had.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158362367885/so-how-about-a-rivalshiping-gx-89

My Prompt Lists:

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125690533615/leave-me-a-number-emoji-and-pairing-free

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613899604018249728/another-promptlist-the-musical-edition

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611447398678577152/dodies-songs-prompt-list

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611360983579066368/prompts-songs-in-spanis

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184374183115/lady-gagas-songs-prompt-list

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614710295386079232/steven-universe-prompts

[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ I Will Protect You (Kaoru Kaidoh) [2 of 2]

◂ Part 1 of 2

Genre: Angst, Romance, Dark, Fluff ☁

Word Count: 3,319 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Kaidoh ☁

World: Prince of Tennis ☁

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Three months. That’s how long it’s been since you started dating Kaidoh. Although you loved every second you spent with the male, you would be lying if you said it was easy. He wasn’t the most affectionate person, but he did like to hug you when you managed to find time away from the regulars – this was always a problem because of your bruises. Life on the outside may have gotten better, but life at home had only begun to get worse. You had been sure that you were hiding your happiness, but there were often times that you found yourself smiling without realizing it, giving your mother plenty of chances to catch you. She hasn’t said anything, but her beatings were becoming more frequent.

Keeping up with lies and secrets is always hard. Honestly, it was mentally exhausting to you and you found yourself forcing smiles more often – the only time you smiled genuinely was when you were with Kaidoh, but even that was getting to be difficult.

As it turns out, Fuji had figured out about your problems at home. Honestly, you hadn’t been too surprised when he confronted you – he’s a tensai for a reason. His knowledge took some of the weight off of your shoulders and he was more than willing to help keep your secret, though he did encourage you to confess to Kaidoh. You refused, of course, because you were too afraid. He was quick to anger, after all, and you were sure he would not appreciate being lied to for over three months.

You sighed as you re-adjusted the strap on your bag. School was over and Kaidoh was currently at tennis practice. He had tried several times to get you to attend his practice, but you could only reject the offer. You wanted to watch him, of course, but things at home had already gotten so much worse that you really didn’t want to push your luck by coming home late. It’s safe to say that Kaidoh hadn’t been too happy about your decision.

When you reached the front door of your house, you took a minute to collect your nerves before entering. The first thing you saw was your mother sitting at the kitchen table, eyes narrowed into a cold glare.

“You’re late,” She spat, making you flinch.

“I-I came straight home…”

“Then I suggest you come home sooner!” Slamming her hand on the table as she stood, she slowly approached you. It reminded you of a cat stalking its prey and it made your body stiffen. “Or maybe there’s something distracting you from your dear, sweet mother.”

“Of course not!” You cried, quickly realizing your mistake. “I-I m-mean… you’re the most important person, mother…”

She gripped your short hair between her fingers and tugged your head back sharply, ignoring your cry of pain. “That’s right, and don’t you dare forget that. Now, make me dinner before I get angry.”

She shoved you forward toward the kitchen and you stumbled, barely missing the counter that nearly collided with your head. You set to work without a sound, shakily grabbing the items needed to prepare your mother’s meal. Normally, the older woman would disappear upstairs, sleeping or watching TV until dinner was ready; ‘Less time spent seeing your ugly face’, she would always say, but this time was different. She just stood there, leaning her body against the wall as she watched you through narrowed eyes. It made you feel more nervous than usual.

Several times you nearly dropped a bowl or cut your finger, but the older woman didn’t make a sound. If it weren’t for the aura of anger and hatred seeping from her skin, you could have forgotten about her presence altogether, but life had never been that forgiving when it came to you.

Dinner came and went without incident and you rushed to clean up the kitchen so you could finally escape her stare, which hadn’t relented throughout dinner. You snatched up your bag only to pause and realize that something was missing; it was the small cat charm that Kaidoh had bought you. Had it fallen off on your way home? You knew it had been there when you left school.

“Looking for something?” Came your mother’s smug voice. You whipped your head around to find her twirling the small charm around her index finger. “You know better. Guys shouldn’t have such cute items. It’s unmanly.”

“P-Please… give it back…” You had tried to sound confident, but it only came out weak and broken.

“Oh? Did someone give this to you?”

“N-No…”

Her lips turned up into a sadistic grin and her eyes flashed. “Well then, I guess it’s not important.”

Before you could do anything, she had thrown the charm into the garbage disposal and flipped the switch. The grinding of the blades against the metal made you wince and you fought to hold back the tears that sprung to your eyes. The first gift you had gotten from your boyfriend and your mother had destroyed it… You had never felt so much anger before.

“I hate you!”

“You little bitch!” She grabbed you by the hair before you could run away, throwing you to the floor before sending a kick straight to your stomach. She kicked you over and over and over until your voice faded away from the screaming and crying. And she left you there, curled into a ball on the cold floor, your body shaking from the mixture of pain and the sobs that tore through you.

How could you have been so stupid, letting your emotions drive you like that? You knew what it would bring, but Kaidoh stirred something within you that you had never felt before; a drive to fight back. That scared you more than anything because you knew fighting back would only lead to your demise. You were sure that she wasn’t above killing you – she had come quite close several times when you were younger.

‘I wish someone would save me…’

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You were late for school the next morning. It hurt to walk, it hurt to breathe. Not to mention the fact that you had to focus on pretending that you weren’t in excruciating pain. You had considered skipping the day, but after weighing your options, you decided that dealing with the pain was the better alternative to spending an entire day at home with your mother.

‘Get it together!’, you scolded yourself as you stared at the classroom door. You could hear the teacher in the middle of the lesson, ‘You’ve done this a million times before, you can do it again!’

You couldn’t even manage to take a deep breath to try and dislodge the ball of nerves that had settled in your chest like a clump of ice. You had taken medicine before leaving home, but it had done nothing to help you. You were sure at this point that you were beyond help.

The teacher glared at you when you entered, the students staring like you were a foreigner they had never seen before. You kept your head down, staring at the floor as you made your way to your seat – it was the first time you had ever been late, so the teacher agreed not to give you detention. At least one good thing happened to you. It was better than none, you supposed.

Kaidoh stared at you as you took the seat next to him and you were internally praying that he didn’t notice you wince when you sat down. He waited until the teacher was engrossed in the lesson before he started to question you.

“Why are you so late today?”

“I stayed up late watching my favorite anime,” Just as you had rehearsed, but without the forced smile. You were in far too much pain for that.

He hissed but didn’t say anything. Did that mean he believed you? Did it mean he knew you were lying? You weren’t too sure, but he didn’t press the issue.

The day dragged on painfully slow, you noticed. You hadn’t been able to pay attention to any of your lessons and you hadn’t moved from your desk at all, not even for lunch. Your back was stiff and your legs were tingling from lack of use, which helped to distract you from the pain in your stomach. As long as you didn’t move, the pain wasn’t too bad. At least, that’s what you convinced yourself of.

Class finally ended, but you waited for everyone to clear out before attempting to move. Kaidoh was waiting on you, as he did every day. You loved seeing him, but at that moment you just wanted him to be anywhere but at your side. Just a few minutes of not pretending to be okay, that’s all you needed.

As soon as you stood straight, a sharp pain jolted through your body and you cried out before your knees gave way. Kaidoh was the only thing stopping you from hitting the ground.

“O-Oi, what’s wrong?!” He shook you lightly when you didn’t respond only to tense up when you cried in pain. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you tried to hold back your sobs. The pain was unbearable to the point that you just wanted to die right then and there.

“What are you yelling about, Mamushi?” Momo’s voice reached your ears as he stepped into the room. “What’s going on?”

“G-Get a teacher, idiot!” Kaidoh yelled at him before turning back to you. He didn’t know what to do or what to say. He was scared to breathe in case he made your condition worse. “Just hang on, you’ll be okay.”

“I… I’m so… sorry, Kaidoh… -kun..” You sobbed, your hand wrapping tight around his shirt. Everything mixed together, pushing and pulling against you. Your body couldn’t handle the strain and your brain shut down, sending you into darkness. The last thing your mind registered was the sound of rushing footsteps accompanied by the call of your name.

And then the pain was gone.

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Kaidoh paced back and forth outside the nurse’s office. How could he not notice how much pain you were in? He felt like a horrible boyfriend and an even worse friend. Anger, worry, confusion… Why hadn’t you said anything?

The rest of the regulars were gathered nearby, as well, all hoping that you would be okay. Even Tezuka and Ryoma, normally unfazed, were looking worried. And why wouldn’t they, after catching a glance at the dark black and purple bruise that covered the whole of your stomach. Only those two had noticed it, though, since the others were too worried at the time.

Among all of the emotions floating through the corridor, one person was feeling guilty. Fuji stared at the door to the office with worry, his hands balled into fists at his side. He had kept silent all this time because you had assured him that it was nothing you couldn’t handle. But this… this was going too far. Should he tell the others?

‘You promised it wasn’t this bad!’

Fuji’s words suddenly rung out in Kaidoh’s head. Fuji had been the first person to enter the room after Momo ran to get help. He had kneeled beside the two of you, eyes wide and glassy like he wanted to cry. Seigaku’s viper couldn’t understand the meaning behind those words, but he did understand that his senpai knew something.

Before anyone could register what was happening, Kaidoh had the older male pinned against the wall, his eyes flashing with anger.

“Kaidoh! What are you doing?” Oishi demanded that the younger boy release Fuji, but he didn’t listen. His grip only tightened.

“You know something, don’t you?!” Kaidoh hissed, his knuckles turning white from the amount of force he was using.

Fuji frowned, his cerulean eyes shining with sadness. “It’s not my story to tell, Kaidoh.”

“Don’t mess around with me!”

It took Momo, Kawamura, and Eiji to pry the second year away and even then, they were struggling to keep their grip on him.

“Fuji, if you know something you need to tell us.” Oishi put his hand on the tensai’s shoulder. “It’s better that she be safe and angry than in danger, right?”

Of course, the Tensai knew keeping his silence was wrong. He had let it get so bad without lifting a finger. How could he forgive himself? Better yet, how could he expect you to forgive him? He was supposed to be your friend who had promised to protect you, but he had failed.

Everyone in your life had failed you.

“Her mother abuses her,” Fuji finally answered, making all of the regulars freeze in their spot in disbelief. They had assumed something like bullying. Never would they have suspected the one person put on this Earth to protect and love you. “She would never tell me all the details. She promised that it wasn’t anything too bad. I guess we both broke our promise…”

The regulars were floored. No one knew what to say or even how to feel. It was their first time dealing with such a situation and they were completely lost.

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An hour passed before the medicine the nurse gave you kicked in enough for your brain to deem it safe enough to allow you to wake. Your eyes fluttered before focusing on the white ceiling above you. The medication was strong enough to revert your pain to a dull throbbing, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to push yourself.

A gentle hand on your shoulder startled you as you met eyes with the nurse.

She smiled softly. “Don’t worry, dear, you’re in the nurse’s office. You passed out.” Her eyes reflected pity as she gazed down at you. “I saw your stomach… will you tell me what happened?”

“I fell,” You croaked. The response was automatic after years of practice.

Her brow furrowed; she obviously didn’t believe you. “Are you sure about that?”

“I’m a clumsy person,” Like a broken record.

“Okay… Your mother will be here soon to pick you up so – ”

You shot up in the bed at the mention of your mother, crying out at the strain put on your middle. “T-There’s no need! I-I’m f-fine!”

“You most certainly are not!” The nurse frowned, gently pushing you back down. “That’s a serious wound on your stomach! There may even be some internal bruising!”

“B-But – ”

“But nothing. I’ve informed your mother of your injuries and she has agreed to take you to the hospital. No arguments!”

You didn’t waste your breath, knowing it was too late. Tears pooled in your eyes as you stared up at the ceiling. ‘This is it’, you sobbed, screwing your eyes shut, ‘This is the day I die.’

You felt terrified. How could you have been so stupid? This was all your fault.

Both of your hands were engulfed in warmth and you tensed, slowly peeling your eyes open. A hand landed on your cheek, gently brushing away the tears. Kaidoh stood on your right, while Fuji occupied your left. Both boys were clinging to your hands. Having your best friend and your boyfriend at your side made you feel safe and warm. You clung to them like a child, not wanting to lose the safety you felt.

‘Save me, please…’

The two shared a look as if sensing your feelings.

Kaidoh brushed away the fresh tears before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “We won’t let her take you,”

“W-What?”

Fuji squeezed your hand, looking at you with a mix of guilt and pain. “I had to tell them,”

“You p-promised!” You sobbed, trying to pull your hand away.

He refused to let go. “I had to. You’re not safe and I promised to protect you. I’d rather have you alive and hating me than dead.”

Your eyes widened as his words sunk in. All this time, you had been selfish to ask Fuji to keep such a secret to himself. Asking him to watch you suffer in silence. “I’m sorry…”

“It doesn’t matter.” Kaidoh’s gruff voice reached your ear. “It’s out in the open now,”

“Kaidoh…”

The door swung open and your mother stepped inside, a worried look on her face. Anyone that saw her would automatically think it was genuine – why would anyone question a worried mother? But you knew better. Your mother should have been an actress because she could easily wrap others around her finger with little effort.

Your body tensed when she approached you but Kaidoh stood in her path, eyes narrowed as a deep hiss passed his lips. The nurse went to scold him when Yoshiko and Yumiko Fuji entered the room. The eldest Fuji sibling sent a glare to your mother before dragging the nurse away with a ridiculous story about a group of kids throwing up in the parking lot.

A tense silence fell over the room.

Your mother cleared her throat and put on her fake cheerful mother voice as she addressed Fuji’s mother. “Hello, I’m – ”

“I know very well who you are.” Yoshiko cut her off, her lips pressed into a thin line. “My son has informed me of what you’ve been doing to your poor daughter. You should be ashamed.”

Anger flashed through the woman’s eyes but she simply laughed. “Why, whatever are you talking about?”

Yoshiko shook her head. “You should be ashamed of yourself. Why have a child if you’re only going to torture her? A parent is put here to protect and love their child and you are no parent.”

“You have no right – ”

“No, you have no right!” She placed her hands on her hips, glaring at the older woman. “I will not stand for this. If you wish to stay out of jail, then I suggest you listen closely. My husband will be contacting you shortly with adoption papers. You will sign them and have nothing to do with this sweet child again. Do you understand me?”

Your mother growled in anger before snapping her gaze to you. You flinched on instinct, but Fuji patted your shoulder, giving your hand a comforting squeeze. Finally realizing that she was outnumbered and outwitted, your mother scoffed and headed for the door. “Take the bitch, she’s useless anyway!”

“The nerve of that – ”

“Kaa-san~” Fuji called lightly, gaining his mother’s attention.

She cleared her throat before stepping up beside Kaidoh, a gentle smile on her face as she laid her hand on your cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We won’t allow you to hurt anymore. You’re not alone.”

“F-Fuji-san…” Tears were clouding your eyes, making the woman a blurry mess in front of you.

She pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You can call me Yoshiko. Kaidoh, can you carry her to the car? We need to get her checked out.”

“Oishi called his uncle. He’s willing to keep the visit off the record,” Fuji told you gently, releasing your hand so Kaidoh could grab you.

He slid one arm under your back and the other under your legs. His grip was gentle and he moved slowly as if carrying a porcelain statue. The last thing he wanted was to inflict more pain upon you.

You were in shock, your brain trying to process all this information. It almost seemed like a sick joke or maybe even a dream. Were you really free?

Kaidoh’s grip tightened slightly as he came to a stop in the hallway. You looked up at him, eyes locking. He seemed hesitant, having an internal debate with himself. You were about to call his name when his lips crashed down onto your own. You felt what he wasn’t able to put into words.

His love, his worry, his anger… you felt it all. More than anything else, you felt his heart and the promise that he made.

‘I will always protect you,’

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[babywarg]

[stephen-centric gen fic] A Merchant of Time

Note: I remember Black Jack mentioned in a prompt somewhere, but I can’t find it again. Can anyone point me to it? I just woke up this morning with this in my head and had to write it down.

If you haven’t read Osamu Tezuka’s classic Black Jack comics yet - please do. The author had a solid medical background; it shone through in the sometimes fantastic stories he wrote for this iconic (anti?)hero.

Edit: also up on AO3.

***

The cancer was supposed to have taken Eugene Strange within a year.

But before that year was up, Eugene went on a trip. It was to see an underground doctor in Japan: a miracle worker, famous for experimental and controversial medical techniques.

His wife Beverly lost contact with him for a few days. Then, suddenly, she received a phone call from him, instructing her to wire all the money in their family’s bank account to a new account he had set up in Japan.

Beverly at first resisted. It was all their money. They had three small children.

“You don’t understand,” her husband said, his voice shaking in desperation, “this is for our children. For us. I don’t want to go yet, Bev. It’s not my time.”

Beverly wept. She feared her husband had been scammed.

But she loved him. And she would do anything, if it meant there was even the slightest chance of defying fate.

So, Beverly Strange steeled herself, and did as her husband bade.

***

Two months later, Eugene Strange returned to his family in Nebraska - fully cancer-free.

But he was also changed. He was no longer the warm, funny, loving family man whom his wife knew. And whom his oldest child Stephen looked up to.

He despised the penniless state to which his family had been reduced, because of the expensive treatment that saved his life. He became obsessed with money - to the point that it seemed nothing else mattered.

He shuttled between work and his study. His family barely got to see him anymore. Young Stephen found himself having to be the “man of the house” at an early age, dealing with domestic affairs - like keeping his younger siblings in line, being strong for his mother, taking on some of the chores, speaking for the household - in ways his father couldn’t be bothered to do.

When his sister Donna died, his father wasn’t there to bury her.

Finally, the time came when Stephen had to go away to university. He wanted to see his father, at least, to say goodbye.

But his father didn’t even come out of his study to see him off.

***

Stephen wasn’t sure what drew him to medicine. There were no doctors in his family, as far as he knew. They were farmers, merchants, teachers - salt of the earth.

On the surface, it was about his sister, Donna. And all the other ways he could no longer stand feeling helpless.

But over time, he realized that it also might have been because of the doctor who had saved his father’s life.

He had never met this doctor, but the fact that his entire being was shrouded in mystery was enough to light a spark in his young mind.

Who was he? How could he have saved his father’s life, when all other doctors had given up? How come his father couldn’t speak of the procedure that had saved him, and why did he return a changed man from it?

...and what the fuck kind of name was “Black Jack”?

He toyed with the idea of looking for this doctor. Or, perhaps, meeting him at some of the medical summits or institutions he frequented.

But he knew there was little chance of that. From what he’d heard, the Japanese doctor did not even have a license to practice medicine. He was a hermit, a rogue - almost an urban legend.

Stephen might have looked up to him, because the man whom he’d loved as his father had disappeared into his obsession.

And Stephen’s propensity for charging clients exorbitant rates for lifesaving procedures...?

Well, that might have been inspired by that doctor, too.

If you could defy fate, and perform miracles beyond the abilities of ordinary humans, you had every right to ask for above-average compensation.

His father would agree. It was only fair.

***

He wasn’t supposed to survive the accident.

He was in a coma and wouldn’t wake up.

But somehow, a doctor was able to revive him. Stephen regained consciousness on that doctor’s operating table. His whole body felt heavy, though not in pain.

He could only move his eyes and his lips. He saw the doctor turn toward him. And through the haze of anaesthesia, he noticed - the man wore a medical gown that was drenched in blood. He had a skin graft on his face, over one eye.

That doctor asked him, “Do you want to live?”

What the hell kind of question was that?

“Do you want to live?” the doctor asked again.

“...Yes.” Stephen wasn’t sure the word actually escaped his lips, so he said it again, a little more loudly, “Yes.”

The doctor said, “Then you’d better be prepared for the cost.”

“Cost...?”

The doctor cited a figure.

“Can’t be serious.” Stephen wanted to laugh. He hoped he was able to.

“You don’t understand,” the doctor said. “The money you pay is for buying time. Time is not something you get more of for free. There’s always a price. A hefty one.”

As the doctor moved around the lab, getting his instruments ready (was he going to do this all alone? No - Stephen saw a little girl in a gown and cap and mask nearby, silently helping him. What was a child doing in an operating room?), he continued speaking:

“Someone who loves you heard I was in town, and thought of bringing you to me, when she realized that neither she nor any of the other doctors in your hospital could do anything. She begged me to save your hands. But it’s too late for that.”

His hands...what was that about his hands? Stephen was having a hard time following.

“Still, saving your life should be worth my asking price. Sometimes money is enough. But it seldom is.”

Stephen couldn’t understand that anymore. Staying awake meant pain had avenues to seep back in.

“How can you...be sure I’ll...pay?”

The doctor increased the amount of anaesthesia flowing into Stephen’s veins, and darkness fell.

***

Stephen would wake up in a room in the hospital where he worked - looked after by his friend and former lover, Christine.

Most of him would swiftly recover from injuries that would have been life-threatening to others, but which he would somehow managed to survive.

But not his hands. His hands would stay broken. Would never stop being in pain, never stop being a reminder of how things would never be the same.

He would hate Christine for this. Hate her for sending him to the rogue Japanese doctor who couldn’t save his hands anyway. Better to have left him to die, he said, than to have left him like this.

And it would break her heart. But he would be too heartbroken, himself, to notice.

***

The first thing he would find upon his return to his apartment was an obscenely high medical bill with no letterhead, and a bank account number in Japan. He would start selling off his expensive possessions to pay this bill.

In the end, when he was done paying, all he would have to his name was his apartment, a watch Christine had given him a long time ago, and a ton of debt. The completely untraceable bank account would be closed.

Then, Stephen would sell his apartment, use the money to look for the doctor with the two-toned face. He would travel the world, armed only with Christine’s watch and a few miserable dollars, hoping to find that doctor - or others like him, who could perform miracles. Who could save his life again.

Who could explain the very last thing he heard as he lost consciousness on that doctor’s operating table:

“You are Eugene Strange’s son. A Strange always pays.”

[androace-bunny]

Artist Showcase: 'LittlePolka’

For the first of a series of artist showcase pieces (showcasing my favourite artists online) I'm gonna be posting occassionally, here's a certain amazing artist whose artwork not only helps inspire me to strive at becoming a pro at what I enjoy as a hobby, but also reminds me how women who become mothers by both chance and choice aren't as represented nor as celebrated in today's society.

I'm talking of course about 'LittlePolka' (aka, Dinara Ovchinnikov).

There's a lot of variety in her artwork, with many different themes and subject matter, depending on the kind of commission she's given. But the one thing you will notice instantly (even by the examples I'm showing here) is that she has a huge fascination for drawing pregnant female animals from many areas such as fanart (e.g. The Lion King, Zootopia, Pokemon, Kingdom Hearts, etc.) and OCs like fursonas (like my own), characters from new original stories, etc., since that's the topic she tends to delve into with her artwork the most. And once you get to know about her more (as I'll explain in this post), it's practically the easiest thing in the world to see why.

She is also the author of the heartwarming and beautifully-illustrated Zootopia fancomic "Road to Happiness", a tribute to both interracial love (like the entire WildeHopps ship itself) and the values of marriage and parenthood, in which Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps prepare for the latter's birth of quadruplets/four children (two of which are in Nick's side of the family, if you know what I mean). The comic can be viewed here on this link! P.S: You'll notice that Judy looks a little bit different here, as Polka tends to draw her with face fur similar to that of Mrs. Brisby from The Secret of NIMH (which, coincidentally enough, is featured in one of the pieces above ^^).

Her art style is an absolutely gorgeous blend of the recognizable and already-distinct art styles of classic-Disney/Bambi-style (i.e. Tyrus Wong, Eric Larson, Frank Thomas & Ollie Johnston, Milt Kahl, Marc Davis, Bill Justice, Don Lusk, Art Babbitt, Bill Tytla, Thelma Witmer, Eyvind Earle, etc.), Chuck Jones, Osamu Tezuka, Don Bluth, Charles Thorson, Preston Blair and Hayao Miyazaki. Her style definitely leaves some big nostalgia vibes in its path for one's eyes to gaze upon. Also, for examples of her splendid attention to detail and atmosphere, here's two pieces of fanart she has made for two of her favourite recent games (Ori and the Blind Forest & Hollow Knight). Yes, she's a casual gamer as well.

Polka herself lives in Russia, happily married to a good man named Evgeny and just had herself a charming little girl last year. I know because not only does she bring this up on DeviantArt and FurAffinity, but also I'm personally in contact with her, mainly through commissioning her oftenly (usually for simple sketches of certain characters I like to see drawn in her style, some of which I'll be uploading here on Tumblr soon).

Also, if you remember back in November, I commissioned her to do a piece featuring Surly and Andie from The Nut Job, with Surly tearfully but happily resting his forehead on the pregnant belly of his girlfriend Andie, and looking forward to meeting his newborn baby daughter (my TNJ OC Nutmeg) for the first time. This particular commissioned piece can be viewed in this link!

All in all, Polka is clearly an avid preggy artist, but not in the way that some would think. She highly cherishes the whole meaning behind pregnancy, as well as the everlasting feelings of joy and fulfilment that having children can bring to a woman (and her husband)'s life, especially since (again) Polka is a devoted wife and mother herself.

So if you're loving this artwork I'm presenting to you right now (I bet you are, if anything!), do yourself a favour and show this lady some love and support, because in my humble eyes, she deserves every bit of it! In fact, today (or the day I'm posting this) is her birthday! She can be found on DeviantArt, FurAffinity and Patreon! Also, if you have an idea for a piece you'd like to commission her to do, feel free to send her a note on DeviantArt or FurAffinity. :)

Happy 31st birthday, Dinara/Polka! Your art never ceases to amaze me, as well as warm my heart, and I know for sure that there are many folks out there who'd practically say the same thing. ^^

(All art presented here has been created by the artist discussed, and is featured on this post through fair use)

[hisazuki]

Toshokan Sensou Love & War Bessatsu Hen - Index 23

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ENGLISH

*Very popular! A new arc starts ❤*

*The story of the man who cares for the Library Corps*

Toshokan Sensou Love & War Bessatsuhen - Index 23

FRANÇAIS

*Super populaire! Un nouvel arc commence ❤*

*Voici l’histoire de celui pour qui le GIB compte beaucoup*

Toshokan Sensou Love & War Bessatsuhen - Index 23

*To you who wished to end our relationship, I wish you all the best...*

Doujou: “If I had a time machine”?

Iku: Yes!

*A toi qui as souhaité mettre fin à notre relation, je te souhaite tout le bonheur du monde...*

Doujou: “Si j’avais une machine à remonter le temps” ?

Iku: Oui !

Iku: This month, this magazine has interviewed various celebrities about this theme. They all gave rather interesting answers.

Doujou: I see.

Iku: There are a lot of very specific answers. Places they’d like to return to,

Iku: or shameful events of their past they’d like to fix.

*It was around the time when everyone finally grew accustomed to Kasahara’s new family name...*

*...that Team Doujou became lively immersed in this discussion.*

*By the way, this is how Doujou (Mr.) calls her*

*In private, he uses her maiden name.*

Doujou: Kasahara!

*In public, since they’re still superior and subordinate, he uses her rank.*

Doujou: Third Class Doujou!

Iku: A time machine, huh...?

Iku: Ce mois-ci, ce magazine a interviewé diverses célébrités autour de ce thème. Elles ont toutes donné des réponses intéressantes.

Doujou: Je vois.

Iku: Il y a beaucoup de réponses très spécifiques. Des endroits où elles aimeraient retourner,

Iku: ou bien des choses de leur passé dont elles ne sont pas très fières et qu’elles aimeraient améliorer.

*C’était à l’époque où tout le monde s’était finalement habitué au changement de nom de famille de Kasahara...*

*...que l’équipe Doujou s’égaya autour de cette discussion.*

*Au fait, voici comment Doujou (M.) l’appelle désormais*

*En privé, il utilise son nom de jeune fille.*

Doujou: Kasahara !

*En public, comme ils sont toujours supérieur/subordonné, il utilise son grade.*

Doujou: 3ème classe Doujou !

Iku: Une machine à remonter le temps, hein... ?

Iku: I’d like to go back to my wedding ceremony...

Komaki: Right. Your mermaid dress was gorgeous, Kasahara-san. This type of dress looks best on tall women.

Doujou: Go back alone. I’ll pass.

Iku: Why?! Did you not like our wedding ceremony, Instructor Doujou?!

Doujou: Is it really something you should be asking?!

Voice: Yo! Prince!

Doujou & Iku: !!!

*The nightmare comes back to haunt them*

Iku: *Tch... It was a great ceremony, if you ask me...*

Doujou: *sulk*

*But thanks to that they made peace with Iku’s mom*

Iku: Then what moment would you like to go back to, Instructor?

Doujou: ...No comment.

Iku: J’aimerais bien revivre mon mariage...

Komaki: Ah oui. Ta robe sirène était magnifique, Kasahara-san. Ce genre de robe convient bien aux personnes de grande taille.

Doujou: Revis-le toute seule. Je m’en passerai bien.

Iku: Pourquoi ?! Tu n’as pas aimé notre cérémonie de mariage ?! (NDT: elle l’appelle toujours Instructeur Doujou, mais maintenant qu’ils sont mariés je suis un peu obligée de passer au tutoiement, et les deux ensemble ça fait bizarre donc j’adapte. Regardez la trad anglaise si vous voulez voir ce qui manque.)

Doujou: Et c’est toi qui me demandes ça ?!

Voix: Yo ! Prince !

Doujou & Iku: !!!

*Le cauchemar revient les hanter*

Iku: *Tch... Moi je l’ai trouvée très bien, cette cérémonie...*

Doujou: *boude*

*Grâce à cela ils se sont réconciliés avec la mère d’Iku*

Iku: Alors quel moment voudrais-tu revivre ?

Doujou: ...No comment.

Komaki: Doujou does have some moments from his past he’d like to go back to. To erase them.

Komaki: Most of them have to do with alcohol.

Komaki: Like that time he was drunk for three days.

Iku: For three days?! What is that about? I want to know!

Komaki: It was a long time ago, at a drinking game...

Doujou: Shut up, you idi-... ot?!

*twists his arm*

Iku: Instructor Komaki, go on, please.

Doukou: You... I’ll remember this when we’re home!

*Tezuka also wants to hear so he didn’t stop her*

*excited*

Komaki: You all know Doujou can hold his liquor pretty well, right? Even back when we were still fresh recruits, he’d keep his cool until banquets were over. So our superiors tried to make him lose control once.

Komaki: Doujou a quelques épisodes de son passé sur lesquels il aimerait bien revenir. Pour les effacer.

Komaki: La plupart ont trait à l’alcool.

Komaki: Comme cette fois où il a eu la gueule de bois pendant trois jours d’affilée.

Iku: Pendant trois jours ?! Comment ça ? Je veux savoir !

Komaki: C’était il y a longtemps, on avait parié à qui serait le dernier à tenir encore debout...

Doujou: Ferme-la, idi-... ot ?!

*lui tord le bras*

Iku: Instructeur Komaki, continuez, je vous en prie.

Doukou: Toi... Je m’en souviendrai quand on sera rentrés à la maison !

*Tezuka voudrait aussi savoir alors il ne l’a pas arrêtée*

*excité*

Komaki: Vous savez déjà que Doujou tient bien l’alcool, n’est-ce pas ? Même lorsque nous n’étions encore que de jeunes recrues, il arrivait à garder le contrôle jusqu’à la fin des dîners. Du coup nos supérieurs ont comploté pour essayer de lui faire perdre les pédales.

Komaki: They challenged him to a drinking game, and Doujou accepted because he hates to lose.

Blond man: *Let’s see who’s weaker, Doujou!*

Doujou: *Peh*

Komaki: Despite our superiors being able to hold their liquor pretty well themselves, Doujou crushed them all one after the other.

Komaki: But they had kept their trump card for last just in case, and he ended up having to face Captain Genda.

Man: *The last one will be him!*

Man: *Captain Gendaaaa!*

Man: *Can you still win, Doujouuuu?!*

Genda: It’s time you stopped, Doujou.

Doujou: I can... still...

Komaki: Ils l’ont défié dans un jeu à boire, et Doujou a accepté parce qu’il déteste perdre.

Blondinet: *Voyons voir qui est le plus faible, Doujou !*

Doujou: *Pwaaah*

Komaki: Bien que nos supérieurs tiennent plutôt bien l’alcool eux aussi, Doujou les a tous éclatés les uns après les autres.

Komaki: Mais ils avaient gardé leur meilleur atout pour la fin, au cas où, et il se retrouva à devoir affronter le Capitaine Genda.

Homme: *Et le dernier adversaire sera... !*

Homme: *Le Capitaine Gendaaaa !*

Homme: *Tu crois que tu peux y arriver, Doujouuuu ?!*

Genda: Tu ferais mieux d’arrêter là, Doujou.

Doujou: Je peux... encore...

Genda (?): Doujou!

Komaki: What happened next was terrible! He could get alcohol poisoning so under the Captain’s orders, I made him throw it all up.

Iku & Tezuka: Oooh!

Komaki: As a result, he stayed drunk for three days. Remember how you had to bring a bucket to the training grounds and kept throwing up?

Doujou: I forgot!

Komaki: You really hate to lose! *Ahahaha!*

Ogata: Pfft!

Iku: *Ah~ but an angry young Atsushi-san... It must’ve been cute... ♥ *

Komaki: Afterwards the Captain scolded both Doujou and our superiors for going too far...

Tezuka: *The 1st Lieutenant was...!*

Iku: How about you, Tezuka?

Genda (?): Doujou !

Komaki: Ce qui suivit fut horrible ! Le Capitaine avait peur qu’il ne fasse un coma éthylique, alors sous ses ordres il a fallu que je lui fasse tout vomir !

Iku & Tezuka: Oooh !

Komaki: Du coup, il a eu la gueule de bois pendant trois jours. Tu te rappelles à l’entraînement quand tu passais ton temps à vomir dans le seau que tu avais ramené ?

Doujou: J’ai oublié !

Komaki: Tu n’aimes vraiment pas perdre la face ! *Ahahaha !*

Ogata: Pfft !

Iku: *Ah~ mais un jeune Atsushi-san en colère... ça devait être adorable... ♥ *

Komaki: Après cela le Capitaine a sermoné Doujou et nos supérieurs en leur reprochant d’être allés trop loin...

Tezuka: *Le Lieutenant 1ère classe [s’est fait disputer]... !*

Iku: Et toi, alors, Tezuka ?

Iku: What would you do if you had a time machine?!

Tezuka: ...I’d probably go back to the time when you gave me a sports drink to cure me from my hangover and it almost killed me. *Hmph!*

Iku: *Ugh*

Tezuka: I’d scold myself for accepting the drink and remind myself never to trust you.

Doujou: Hoooo...

Iku: What about you, Instructor Komaki...?!

Komaki: I guess I’d like to go back to the time they played the bear prank on us new recruits. Had I known, I would’ve gotten the “bear-killer” nickname for myself, too.

Iku & Doujou: Uuuuugh!

Iku: Tu ferais quoi si tu avais une machine à remonter le temps ?!

Tezuka: ...Je pense que je retournerais à l’instant où tu m’as donné une boisson énergisante pour me soigner de ma cuite et que je me suis effondré. *Hmpf !*

Iku: *Ouh*

Tezuka: Je me mettrais des baffes d’avoir accepté la boisson et me remémorerais qu’il ne faut jamais te faire confiance.

Doujou: Hoooo...

Iku: Et vous, Instructeur Komaki... ?!

Komaki: Je crois que j’aimerais bien revivre la blague de l’ours qu’ils nous ont faite quand on était encore jeunes recrues. Si j’avais su, moi aussi j’aurais pu avoir le surnom de “tueur d’ours”.

Iku & Doujou: Aaaargh !

Iku: N-Not you too, Instructor Komaki! You meanie~!

Doujou: You want to take it out on us both? Nasty piece of work...

Komaki: What are you saying? A married couple should stick together in joy and in pain, right?

Iku: Uuugh...

Iku: Well then... Vice Commander Ogata!

Iku: What moment of your life would you like to go back to, if you had a time machine?

Iku: N-Ne vous y mettez pas vous aussi, Instructeur Komaki! Méchant~ !

Doujou: Tu veux nous faire tomber tous les deux, c’est ça ? Saleté...

Komaki: Mais que dis-tu ? Un couple marié doit rester ensemble et se soutenir dans le bonheur comme dans l’adversité, pas vrai ?

Iku: Ouuuh...

Iku: Bon ben... Vice Commandant Ogata !

Iku: Quel moment de votre vie aimeriez-vous revivre, si vous aviez une machine à remonter le temps ?

Ogata: ...

Ogata: My university years, I think...

Doujou: ...Break is over. Let’s resume training.

Iku: Eh?

Ogata: ...

Ogata: Mes années fac, je pense...

Doujou: ...La pause est terminée. On retourne à l’entraînement.

Iku: Hein ?

Iku: Wasn’t it shorter than usual?

Doujou: It’s your imagination.

Iku: Hey! W-wait!

Ogata: ...I guess he was being considerate.

Ogata: *To put it more precisely,*

Ogata: *it’s my third year at university I’d like to go back to.*

Ogata: *A blessed time when my future was still a blank slate.*

Iku: C’était plus court que d’habitude, non ?

Doujou: Ce n’est que ton imagination.

Iku: Hé ! A-Attends !

Ogata: ...Il a voulu me ménager, je crois.

Ogata: *Plus précisement,*

Ogata: *c’est sur ma 3ème année à l’université que j’aimerais revenir.*

Ogata: *À l’époque bénie où mon avenir n’était encore qu’une page blanche.*

*A past long gone that I still remember clearly as if it were yesterday.*

*Those vivid days...*

Voice: Ogata!

*Un passé lointain dont je me souviens encore comme si c’était hier.*

*Ces jours éclatants...*

Voix: Ogata !

Blond man: Are you done with the report we have to hand in the day after tomorrow?

Ogata: Yeah...

Blond man: Wow, no wonder! Can you let me see it for a bit? Just for reference~

Ogata: No... *Of course not.*

*Hi!*

Blond man: Woah! Here comes Akemi-chan, the idol of our seminar!

Blond man: *Akemi-chan! Let’s go and have a drink together today!*

Akemi: *Wha-? You’re so persistent everyday!*

Akemi: *Stop following meeee!*

Ogata: *Salutes* ...

Woman: *Salutes* ...

Blondinet: T’as fini l’exposé pour après-demain ?

Ogata: Ouais...

Blondinet: Wow, ça m’étonne pas ! Tu peux me le montrer ? Je voudrais m’en inspirer~

Ogata: Non... *Pas question.*

*Salut !*

Blondinet: Ouah ! Voilà Akemi-chan, l’idole de nos TDs !

Blondinet: *Akemi-chan ! Allons boire un verre ensemble aujourd’hui !*

Akemi: *Quoi ? Tu me demandes ça tous les jours, ça devient lassant !*

Akemi: *Arrête de me suiiiiivre !*

Ogata: *Salue* ...

Fille: *Salue* ...

Woman: Your friend is always so lively.

Ogata: Well, yeah... He’s not a bad fellow though. *He’s cheerful.*

*I was attending the law department of our university.*

*Kayoko Takeuchi was another student in the same seminar. She wasn’t the type to stand out.*

*There were a lot of gorgeous-looking girls in our class who were quite popular with men.*

*But getting close to them was impossible for me. She was the only one I found reasonably easy to talk to.*

Fille: Ton ami est toujours plein d’entrain.

Ogata: Oui, mais bon... Ce n’est pas un mauvais bougre. *Il est enjoué.*

*J’étais au département de droit à la fac.*

*Kayoko Takeuchi suivait elle aussi les TDs. Elle n’était pas du genre à se faire remarquer.*

*Il y avait beaucoup de jolies filles dans notre classe. Elles étaient toutes très populaires auprès des garçons.*

*Mais il était pour moi impossible de me rapprocher d’elles. Elle était la seule avec qui j’arrivais à converser sans trop de difficulté.*

*Who would’ve thought...*

*...that after 20 years, I would still remember her name?*

Kayoko: Ogata-kun!

Kayoko: Why don’t you ever talk to the other girls?

Ogata: ... Errm...

Ogata: *Hmm...* ...It’s like those girls and I,

Ogata: we’re living in a different flow of time...

*Qui aurait cru...*

*...qu’après 20 ans, son nom serait encore gravé dans ma mémoire ?*

Kayoko: Ogata-kun !

Kayoko: Pourquoi n’adresses-tu jamais la parole aux autres filles ?

Ogata: ... Euh...

Ogata: *Hmm...* ...C’est comme si elles et moi,

Ogata: on ne vivait pas au même rythme...

Ogata: They speak awfully fast and keep changing topics...

Ogata: It’s like I can’t process what they’re saying fast enough.

*To be frank, it’s not that I wasn’t popular with the ladies.*

Girl: *Ogata-kun, I like you! Please go out with me!*

*Assertive girls would confess to me,*

*and I would go out with them.*

*While I was content just being with them, they’d quickly grow bored of my lack of loquacity and end up dumping me.*

*It happened a lot...*

Girl: *You’re too boring! Bye-bye!*

Ogata: *It didn’t last three months...*

Kayoko: But during presentations for the seminar your speach is very lively. And you’re doing fine during debates.

Ogata: Elles parlent très vite et n’arrêtent pas de changer de sujet...

Ogata: C’est comme si mon cerveau n’arrivait pas à suivre.

*Pour être honnête, je ne manquais pas de popularité auprès des filles.*

Fille: *Ogata-kun, je t’aime ! Sors avec moi !*

*Des filles plus affirmées me faisaient leur déclaration,*

*et je sortais avec elles.*

*Mais alors qu’être avec elles me suffisait amplement, elles se lassaient vite de mon manque de loquacité et finissaient par me larguer.*

*C’est arrivé très souvent...*

Fille: *T’es trop ennuyeux ! Salut !*

Ogata: *Ça n’a pas duré trois mois...*

Kayoko: Mais pendant les présentations des TDs tu es plein d’entrain. Et puis tu te débrouilles bien pendant les débats.

Kayoko: ... *stares*

Ogata: *Uuuum...*

Ogata: Ah... Maybe I have some kind of on and off switch or something.

Ogata: Idle talk wouldn’t be possible when it’s off... And I’m no good at switching on “on” mode fast enough, so chitchat feels quite...

Ogata: ...hectic? or something. I can’t keep up with it.

Ogata: You’re usually alone when we talk, Takeuchi-san.

Ogata: And you quietly wait for me speak, like you’re doing right now.

Ogata: You’re calm and serene, and that’s why I’m able to relax.

Kayoko: You got the last part wrong, Ogata-kun.

Kayoko: ... *fixe*

Ogata: *Huuum...*

Ogata: Ah... Peut-être que j’ai une sorte de bouton on/off.

Ogata: Je ne peux pas bavarder quand il est éteint... Et comme je n’arrive pas à l’allumer assez vite, les papotages me semblent trop...

Ogata: ...frénétiques ? Enfin quelque chose comme ça. Je n’arrive pas à suivre.

Ogata: Tu es d’habitude toute seule quand on parle, Takeuchi-san.

Ogata: Et tu attends calmement que je parle, comme tu le fais en ce moment.

Ogata: Tu es tranquille et sereine, et c’est pour ça que j’arrive à me détendre.

Kayoko: Tu as tout faux sur le dernier point, Ogata-kun.

Kayoko: I am absolutely not calm and serene, and I can never stay put.

Kayoko: I’m more bad-tempered than most,

Kayoko: and that’s exactly why I remain quiet in order to avoid quarrels or standing out.

*”A classmate easy to talk to”...*

Kayoko: Je ne suis ni tranquille ni sereine, et je ne tiens jamais en place.

Kayoko: Je m’emporte plus facilement que la plupart des gens,

Kayoko: et c’est justement pour ça que je reste silencieuse pour éviter les conflits et ne pas me faire remarquer.

*”Une camarade de classe avec qui il est facile de discuter”...*

*That’s all there was to it. And yet, what made me conscious of her...*

Kayoko: Keep it a secret.

*...was that mischievous smile.*

*Our relationship changed during our seminar’s summer trip in our third year.*

*Study sessions in the morning...*

*...and free time after noon!*

Kayoko: You can’t swim too, Ogata-kun?

*C’est tout. Et pourtant, ce qui m’a vraiment fait prendre conscience d’elle,*

Kayoko: Garde ça secret.

*c’était ce sourire espiègle.*

*C’est durant le voyage d’été de notre groupe de TD, en troisième année, que notre relation a évolué.*

*Cours le matin...*

*...et temps libre l’après-midi !*

Kayoko: Toi non plus tu ne sais pas nager, Ogata-kun ?

Ogata: It’s not that... I’m actually rather good at sports.

Kayoko: Then you should've gone to the beach with the others. You didn’t need to keep me company.

*The other students all went to the beach.*

Ogata: I can have fun on my own or with my friends, but... going for a dip in the ocean here surely means they have ulterior motives.

Ogata: I’m no good at reading the atmosphere so I’d feel bad if I got in someone’s way. Fun times are best enjoyed when you’re able to have fun without hesitation...

Kayoko: Are you implying that...

Author notes: The 4th volume will go on sale on June, 5th. I’m counting on you! I got a car lately, although I’m still a Sunday driver. I pray I won’t crash...!

Ogata: Ce n’est pas ça... En fait, je suis plutôt bon en sport.

Kayoko: Alors tu aurais dû aller nager avec les autres. Ce n’était pas la peine de rester me tenir compagnie.

*Tous les autres étudiants sont allés à la plage.*

Ogata: Je peux m’amuser autant seul qu’avec des amis, c’est juste que... s’ils vont à la plage ici, c’est sans doute qu’ils ont certaines arrières-pensées...

Ogata: J’ai du mal à lire l’ambiance alors je ne voudrais pas m’imposer et déranger quelqu’un [NDT: il ne veut pas pourrir le groove des dragueurs, quoi :P]. On apprécie mieux les moments de détente lorsque l’on peut s’amuser sans retenue...

Kayoko: Es-tu en train de me dire...

Mot de l’auteur: Le 4ème volume sera en vente le 5 juin. Je compte sur vous ! Je me suis récemment acheté une voiture, même suis je ne suis qu’une conductrice du dimanche. J’espère que je n’aurai pas d’accident... !

Kayoko: ...you’re enjoying this walk with me without hesitation?

Ogata: I love going for strolls.

Kayoko: I see.

Kayoko: Ordinary fun as it is...

Kayoko: ...I feel like I’m fully enjoying this summer.

Voices: Cheers!

*Even at evening drinking parties, they all had ulterior motives.*

Kayoko: ...que tu t’amuses sans retenue au cours de cette balade avec moi ?

Ogata: J’adore me promener.

Kayoko: Ah bon.

Kayoko: Ça a beau être un loisir somme toute quelconque...

Kayoko: ...j’ai l’impression de profiter pleinement de cet été.

Voix: Santé !

*Même pendant les soirées, ils avaient tous des arrières-pensées.*

*The merrymaking truly started after the professors took their leave.*

*Both she and I would try to leave early.*

Blond: *Today, Akemi-chan finally gave me the OK!*

Akemi: *I was deceived...*

Student: *Seriously?!*

Kayoko: I’m a bit tipsy so I’ll be going first.

Girl: Ok!

*I would often chase after her to walk her home after she left.*

*But since it wasn’t something we planned together beforehand, in some cases I would never catch up to her.*

Ogata: I'd like to leave the party with her, but if others start making a rumor of it it might inconvenience Takeuchi-san...

*That night...*

*La fête ne commençait réellement qu’une fois les professeurs partis.*

*Elle comme moi essayions de partir tôt.*

Blond: *Aujourd’hui, Akemi-chan m’a enfin dit oui !*

Akemi: *J’ai été dupée...*

Etudiant: *Sérieux ?!*

Kayoko: Je suis un peu pompette, je vais rentrer.

Fille: Ok !

*Je partais souvent peu de temps après elle pour la raccompagner.*

*Mais puisque ce n’était pas quelque chose dont nous avions convenu tous les deux, il m’est arrivé plusieurs fois de ne pas pouvoir la retrouver.*

Ogata: J’aimerais bien partir en même temps qu’elle, mais si les autres en font tout un foin ça risque de gêner Takeuchi-san...

*Cette nuit-là...*

*...she was by the sea.*

Ogata: Can I sit next to you?

Kayoko: Sure.

Ogata: Here.

Kayoko: Thank you.

Ogata: So you’d rather go to the beach at night.

*...elle était sur la plage.*

Ogata: Je peux m’asseoir ?

Kayoko: Vas-y.

Ogata: Tiens.

Kayoko: Merci.

Ogata: Alors comme ça tu préfères aller à la plage le soir...

Kayoko: It’s too hot and crowded at daytime.

Kayoko: It might sound like I’m a sore loser since I can’t swim, but I like the sea better when it’s cooled down a bit.

Ogata: Yeah, it’s not bad. *The cold sand is refreshing.*

Kayoko: Right?

Kayoko: Il fait trop chaud et c’est bondé en journée.

Kayoko: Ça fait un peu mauvaise perdante vu que je ne sais pas nager, mais je préfère la mer quand elle est fraîche.

Ogata: Oui, ce n’est pas mal. *Le sable froid est rafraîchissant.*

Kayoko: N’est-ce pas ?

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Ogata: ...Did we...

Ogata: ...just kiss right now?

*laughs*

Kayoko: Wanna make sure?

Ogata: ...On vient...

Ogata: ...de s’embrasser, là, non ?

*rit*

Kayoko: Tu veux t’en assurer ?

Ogata: ...

Ogata: ...looks like we did.

Ogata: ...

Ogata: ...On dirait bien que oui.

Ogata: Takeuchi-san.

Ogata: Would you go out with me?

Ogata: I know I’m no good at talking, and I’m boring when I’m on “off” mode...

Ogata: Takeuchi-san.

Ogata: Tu voudrais bien sortir avec moi ?

Ogata: Je sais que je ne suis pas doué pour la conversation, et que je suis barbant quand je suis en mode “off”...

Ogata: I’ve been dumped many times because of that, but...

Ogata: You’re willing to wait for me to speak and I love spending time with you, Takeuchi-san!

*It’s the first time since I was born...*

*...that I’m the one who confesses.*

*I can’t breathe.*

*My heart is beating fast.*

*I'm sure...*

Ogata: J’ai été largué plein de fois à cause de ça, mais...

Ogata: Tu as la patience d’attendre que je parle, et j’adore être avec Takeuchi-san !

*C’est la première fois depuis que je suis né...*

*...que c’est moi qui fais ma déclaration.*

*Je n’arrive plus à respirer.*

*Mon cœur bat la chamade.*

*Je suis sûr...*

Kayoko: I like you too, Ogata-kun.

*...that I will never forget this day.*

Kayoko: So I’m happy!

Kayoko: Moi aussi je t’aime, Ogata-kun.

*...que ce jour restera à jamais gravé dans ma mémoire.*

Kayoko: Alors je suis heureuse !

Hisa’s thoughts on the chapter: 

This is the start of Ogata’s arc that should span 4 chapters. This first glimpse is really sweet, and it’s nice to see that “older” characters get to have their own background story too. Read carefully the upcoming chapters, you’ll see this arc is not as innocent as it may seem! And for those who are only here for the main characters, see you in Index 27!

[holycowbrowniekitty]

Getting beat up - Horio Satoshi/Urayama Shiita - Horseshit pair - Mini drabble

So I may or may not have betted my dignity on Rokkaku being the next team revealed for Tenirabi, and this dignity involved writing a 1k Horseshit pair fic.

Enjoy this shit (cause I sure didn’t) and let it sink to the bottom of my fandom contribution.

“Horio, you’re so amazing!” Shiita yelled out in delight. “I can’t even imagine doing the things you do! As expected from Seigaku’s first years. Is your entire year worthy of this calibre?”

Horio smirked. “Of course we are. After all I have two years of tennis experience.”

“So in Seigaku, you guys are allowed to play? We are only allowed to get the balls deyansu.”

Horio let out a haughty laugh. “Captain Tezuka makes sure that we are all prepared to become the future of Seigaku of course. You guys should do the same.”

“Oh, that’s so cool! What is your national record?” Shiita asked suddenly. “Did you fight any cool, strong guys?”

“O-of course I did!” Horio yelled out. In his imagination, he did, but reality left him hanging between team member in name only and cheer leader.  “I uh, once almost fought this really scary dude.” Crap, he had forgotten his name.

“Hey, where’s the water!?” a voice interjected. “We ain’t keeping you guys around to be slacking.”

“Sorry mister!” they both said in unison. “I thought Dan was supposed to be delivering the bottles now?” Horio whispered in Shiita’s ear.

“I told him to, deyansu,” Shiita said. In all honesty, he looked forward to some alone time with Horio. From when he first met him, his behaviour reminded Shiita of his second year senior, Akaya. Both of them loved bragging about their tennis skills, but were quickly shut down by some of the stronger players. As the camp continued, Shiita felt himself getting more and more involved in Horio’s pace, which consisted of bragging, crying and being a wimpy shit. And he liked it.

“Shiita. Stop daydreaming will you,” Horio complained as he gave the handle to Shiita. When Horio first met Shiita, he was immediately reminded of how much he missed his two underlings. But this one had an even cuter face than both of them, it looked soft and squishy, like a softcream. Resisting the desire to pull both of his rosy cheeks, Horio quickly got to know that Shiita, unlike himself, was absolutely shit at tennis. He liked that.

“I’m a bit envious of Akutsu’s and Dan’s relationship,” Shiita suddenly let out.  

“Why would you be?” Horio asked. “That guy is friggin creepy,” he said in a more hushed tone.

“But doesn’t it look fun to have like, this super cool awesome looking teaching figure, who protects you and beats up all the baddies for you?” Shiita wondered.

“I can protect myself well enough,” Horio answered.

“Didn’t you get beaten to a pulp by Akutsu once?”

Horio glared at Shiita. What was he getting at?

“So what, he was a third year,” Horio retaliated.

“You’re awfully confident!” Shiita exclaimed. “So, do you think you can beat me?” he asked with big eyes.

“Of course!”

Horio winced. He did not expect that Rikkai’s first year had such immense strength. And now he had broken a few bones probably.

“Horio, are you okay?” Shiita asked worriedly. He didn’t expect his last punch to be that effective, but now that his friend was bleeding to death on the stairs, he had to reconsider.

“You’re older...that’s no fair...” Horio mustered out.

“Only by a few months!” Shiita said. “Let me help you.”

Shiita took a towel from their carriage and went over. “Your lip is split deyansu!” he exclaimed.

“I can feel it,” Horio said.

“Okay, hold still,” Shiita said, as he slowly started dabbing the corner of Horio’s mouth. To his surprise, Horio was taking it fairly well. He had half expected him to start screaming bloody murder, or to wriggle out of his grasp.

Horio was still a bit dazy, and confused by Shiita’s gentle touch. Not only did he manage to avoid the worst area, he also looked really...cute. Before Horio realized it, a blush had crept upon his cheeks.

“Horio, don’t tell me you got a fever because of this! Oh no, I’m gonna be in so much trouble,” Shiita said as he frantically reached for an ice pack.

“As if the great me will get sick so easily!” Horio stuttered out, careful to not move his lip any more.

“But you look really red! Like, super red right now!” Shiita said.

“You look even redder!” Horio yelled.

“I was born this way,” Shiita pouted. “Fine, I’ll just leave you here on the stairs, and it will be you that they’ll scold for slacking.”

“N-no fair! At least tend to me a little longer!” Horio exclaimed. “I thought we were friends!”

“Why should I get in trouble because you can’t handle a single punch?”

“You were the one who threw the punch! If I told anyone you would get banned from the camp!

“That rule is only for the players!”

“Will you guys shut up!”

Horio and Shiita looked over to see Akutsu and Dan walking towards them.

“Don’t hurt them desu,” Dan pleaded.

A single glare was enough to send both Shiita and Horio running, pulling the cart behind them with all their tiny might. After they made sure that Akutsu only attempted to intimidate them and not chase them, they both collapsed at the other side of the camp.

“That was so scary deyansu,” Shiita huffed out.

“Yeah...” Horio agreed.

“Horio!” Shiita suddenly yelled.

Horio quickly turned his head and saw an angry softcream staring at him. “Huh?”

“I thought you’d be able to handle baddies and bullies? Why did you run away?”

“Huh? Were you expecting me to go up against that monster?” Horio asked with a high pitch.

“I knew it! You’re just a scaredy cat!” Shiita taunted.

“Am not! It’s not like you would have fought him either!” Horio said.

“I would have if I had to protect my friends,” Shiita answered. “That’s called courage. Vice captain Sanada taught me the importance of bravery and honour.”

“So I’m not a friend of yours?” Horio asked quizzically.

“It would have been pretty uncool if I were beat up before the eyes of a person I like, don’t you think?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Horio said as he squinted his eyes.

“Don’t mind it! Let’s go back before the scary seniors will scold us again,” Shiita suggested, keeping his budding feelings tucked away.

[aotoshironojersey]

Short recap

Okay, so everyone knows I’d rather sit and watch out for the first Myu of the new cast to go out before I announce my not-so-humble opinion on them, and I’ve just started watching Tenimyu 3rd Seigaku vs Rokkaku (It’s possible that my opinion is softer thanks to waiting to search for info on new cast after initial disappointment on 8th graduation passed), and since it’s not Shitenhouji, I obviously went straight for the defining moment of the Myu, aka Golden Pair involving moment, AKA Dream Pair match in this case (lol, that’s another reason why my reception is what it is- I get to judge my three favorite characters’ portrayers at once), and so, after watching it, i present you with my opinion on that, in a short and long format.

IN SHORT: They passed.

IN LONG:

-HOLY SHIT FINALLY FUJI WITH YOUNG LOOKING FACE. Please fix your hair/wig, tho, I don’t thing Fuji ever had a mullet. And your voice. You’re supposed to be higher one, but at this point I’d prefer Eiji to get that part. Oh well, you’re still learning, right?

- Their Eiji’s face weirds me out, but in a Shota-way (the nose^^). Still, he sounds really rough, but warm and cheerful at the same time, reminds me a bit of Koseki Yuuta’s vs Fudoumine Eiji, which makes a weird mix (Kosetaish? Yutasakiish? A mix between 5th and 6th Kikumaru, in any case.) but I like both included actors, even if Stronza is miles ahead of anybody in terms of childish, boyish Kikumaru portrayal. People who expected a copy of Reo might get disappointed, though; he definitely is athletic, but I don’t think Reo’s acrobatics will get defeated any time soon. Oh well, he’s got time. Nagata  Seichiro was his name, I think? 100% Worth remembering.

-I’ve told you I need a Golden Pair defining moment to judge the myu and its cast, and in Rokkaku, Oishi’s still benched, so it might be hard to get it. I worried for nothing here, they have their defining moment here, and I appreciate actors for it (appreciate camerawork much less, for cutting it off) since my headcanon is that Eiji indeed went to Oishi after every match he played while blackhead was benched, and it’s good to see Tenimyu is agreeing with me.

-Bonus points for Golden Pair secret handshake. Is that a new trend set by 3rd season?

-Matsumura Yuu is Oishi’s actor and he does send mother hen vibes. Good to see. Shun passed a worried partner role into good hands.

-Rest of Seigaku is only blinked upon rn, and Tezuka is eternally absent from now on till Higa, so I hope this cast will be kept at least until then so that I get to see his actor eventually...

-however the first impression is that: we get a decent Momo, Kaidoh looks like a baby (again), Taka can’t get past Oishi’s supportive boyfriend aura with his own, Inui looks like a grandpa, and acts a bit like this, but that’s probably because TERUMA’s Inui is forever stuck in my mind as the “he’s the tensai’ deliverer. Echizen is...a bit too mature, even compared to first season Tenimyu’s brats, but that might be only my impression (you’ve seen him delivering one line total, Ao, and it was “really like a cat” of all things, cut the kid some slack). Trio is loud and annoying, so I guess how it should be. I approve for now, let’s see if they give us good Kachiro and I might give them a +

[solosorca]

Monaco fic is here! I probably should have put more of the yugioh boys in, but hey. I think I’ll mess around with this before it hits AO3 and add in some bits and bobs. Monaco comes in the start of the season, but there are quite a few races before hand so there’s stuff in here that alludes to things that happened beforehand.

Anyway, enough rambling, enjoy!

Monaco was the jewel in the F1 crown. The tight, unforgiving track winding through the streets of the principality was top of most driver's 'to win' lists. It was also one of the most glamours races on the calendar. There weren't any other races where you could find Ryoma as a runway model on Friday night -granted, he hadn't really been given a choice. Ryoma loved it all. Flying around the track with only milometers between success and a race ending crash and the parties afterwards. "Did you see who Kin-chan's bought?" Mokuba asked as they both dressed in their expensive suits, ready for the Amber Lounge fashion show. "No," Ryoma replied, fixing his tie. He hated wearing ties, but he'd been given it so he had to put it on. "Has he finally asked out Sakuno?" Mokuba laughed, "don't be stupid! He's bought his new girlfriend." "I'll give you $100 if they're still together by the end of tonight," Ryoma said. "His favourite press manager is in the audience to make sure I don't run away." "Nah, I'm not into losing money to you.  Should I flirt with Sakuno to make him jump in and save her?" "I don't think Kin-chan needs help ruining his relationships." "We're ready for you," one of the organisers of the show came in, giving them both a smile, "come on." They followed after her, joined by various other drivers and models. "How about you?" Mokuba asked. "What? Do I need help ruining my relationships?" Ryoma asked, laughing. "No, I'm good." He and Tezuka had been staying on Atobe's boat, It wasn't the most comfortable living cheek-to-cheek with his boss, but Ryoma had always slept on Atobe's boat during Monaco and he'd always done well around the street track and he wasn't willing to give up that lucky streak just so he could be more intimate with his boyfriend. For his part, Tezuka had taken to life on board the boat like, well, like a duck to water. It didn't hurt that he looked great in nautically inspired clothes. It wasn't hard to spot his boyfriend talking politely with Atobe and drinking champagne as Ryoma walked out on the catwalk. Ryoma couldn't wait to join them. He threw Tezuka a wink as he sauntered along as though he did this every day. One thing that this job had taught him was that he had some very unexpected talents- like being at home on a catwalk. Atobe looked indifferent about the whole thing, but Tezuka looked captivated. He probably wasn't meant to high five Mokuba as they swapped places on the catwalk, but he did anyway.

"Did you enjoy it?" Ryoma asked Tezuka later as they left to head back to the boat. "You looked very nice," Tezuka replied, which was high praise indeed to receive in public. "I did, didn't I?" "Wait! You two! You're missing all the fun!" Mokuba chased after them. "Kin-chan's girlfriend has just been introduced to Sakuno." Tezuka gave Ryoma a confused look. "Kin-chan and Sakuno are in love and won't admit it, so they date other people who imminently dump them as soon as they see them together," Ryoma explained. "We decided it was better to laugh at them then get annoyed." "So, you coming back?" "Nah, I'm tired," Ryoma replied. "Damn, I was hoping someone would keep me up to date with what's happening, I've gotta go save Seto from a party." "If he wants to go to the mechanic's poker night I've got an invite," Ryoma offered and Mokuba laughed. "Yeah, that'd be a sight," Mokuba turned to Tezuka, "are you enjoying Monaco so far?" "I am," Tezuka said, "although I've been warned the race might not be interesting." "Bane's lying, Monaco's great!" Ryoma cut in. "I'll reserve my judgement," Tezuka said. "You should trust me! I'm your boyfriend!" "You mentioned your brother needs saving," Tezuka said, grabbing the last thread of conversation before Ryoma loudly outed them. "Yeah, the people at KaibaCorp that he can't control threw a party he has to go to and his ex is going to be there too," Mokuba explained, "if I turn up and he hasn't had a heart attack I will be amazed." "Then you should go rescue him," Ryoma said. "And leave you two alone?" Mokuba looked scandalised. "Yes, now go!" Ryoma pushed him in front of them. "Have fun," Mokuba said, winking at them as he left.

There was champagne waiting for them in their room. On the table by the window overlooking Monaco. It looked like something out of a high end magazine.

"A nightcap?" Tezuka asked picking up the bottle. "Atobe won't let us hear the end of it if we don't," Ryoma replied. "Can I tell you a secret?" He asked as Tezuka popped the bottle. "I promise I won't tell." "I don't like champagne," Ryoma said. Tezuka raised an eyebrow. "You're a Formula One driver." "I know, I should be kicked out," Ryoma replied, chuckling and taking a glass of champagne. "I can drink it, I just don't like it much." "I won't tell," Tezuka promised, clinking their glasses together. "I promise." "No one would believe you anyway," Ryoma muttered, pulling out his phone as it vibrated in his pocket and laughing when he read the message. "Mokuba's found his brother. Apparently he slipped out of the party and is now crashing in Joey's hotel room." "Didn't you tell me they hated each other?" "Obviously not enough to avoid sharing a hotel room," Ryoma shrugged. He thought for a second and then decided on something that had been worrying him for a while. Best ask now and have it off his chest before qualifying and the race. "I know this is out of nowhere, but my parents are coming to Canada. You don't have to come if you don't want to or I can just call you my friend, but-" "I'm your boyfriend," Tezuka said firmly and Ryoma's admiration for Tezuka grew exponentially. Tezuka put down his glass and cupped Ryoma's face, "I know we're not ready to publicly out ourselves," he said and Ryoma wrapped his arms around his waist, "but I want to be with you." "Thank you," Ryoma sighed, kissing him gently. Tezuka kissed back and Ryoma barely had time to put his champagne flute to one side before Tezuka swept him up and took him to bed.

Ryoma looked down the short run to Sainte Devote and felt the familiar rush of excitement flood through him,. He had a clear run down to it and just one car to pass. His chances after that were low, the narrow track that gave Monaco it's excitement also meant it  was notoriously hard to overtake. To his right was Mokuba's shiny red Ferrari, sat on pole position a couple of meters in front of him. "You ready?" Bane-san asked, throwing an arm around Ryoma's shoulders. "Remember, don't hit the wall." "I don't need to be reminded of that!" Ryoma snapped, trying to wriggle out of Bane's tight grasp, well aware that this was probably being broadcast to the world. "You sure? Remember what happened on Thursday." Ryoma sighed, he'd tapped the wall and broken the steering arm, ending the first practice session for him. "I'm not gonna do that again." "Of course not," Bane ruffled his hair affectionately and then let him go. "Don't you need to be back in the pits?" Ryoma muttered, "it's almost time for the formation lap." "Then get in your car." Ryoma pulled on his balaclava and helmet before climbing in. Bane helped him get the five-point harness fastened properly and then he was left alone with his own thoughts... and the radio. "Don't crash out there, Brat," Atobe said over the radio and Ryoma pointedly ignored him. A few minutes later and the tyre warmers where whipped off Ryoma's car and it was lowered to the ground. The formation lap went as usual, following behind Mokuba as he wiggled around, getting heat back into the tyres and breaks and getting fully into race mode. He pulled up in his grid slot, did one final check to make sure his car was in the correct settings and then the waiting began for the rest of the grid to line up. There weren't any words that could describe the few seconds before the lights went out. The roar of revving engines filled Ryoma's ears as his eyes fixed on the five lights above the track as they came on one by one until all were illuminated. He waited, his body ready to spring into action as soon as those lights vanished. They went out. Ryoma's start wasn't the worst, but he'd had better. His car bogged down slightly, but he managed to pull away fast enough to keep Joey behind him. Much to his disappointment, Mokuba got a textbook start and Ryoma had to slot in behind him. It soon became clear that this race was going to be won or lost on pit stops and tyre strategy. Ryoma set himself four seconds behind Mokuba and started to manage his tyres and engine. He could catch up and try and hassle Mokuba into a mistake -and last year he would have done, consequences be damned-, but that could easily lead to Ryoma putting himself into a wall and if he managed to avoid that he'd certainly destroy his tyres. It was going to be a case of who blinked first. He had to rely on the strategy people and his pit crew to work out the best time for him to pit. There were two ways this could go in Ryoma's favour. The first was Ryoma pitting first, coming out in a nice gap without traffic and putting in some super fast laps and managing to come out ahead of Mokuba once he'd had his stop. The other was waiting till Mokuba pit and hope he came out in traffic and put in some fast laps whilst Mokuba dodged the slower cars and hope that it was enough to come out of his own stop ahead. In a normal, non-Monaco race, the first option was normally the faster option  and of course, there were so many factors that could mess all this up. A safety car could help either of them depending on when it came out. All Ryoma could really do right now was hang back and wait, making sure he didn't stuff the car into the barrier. Behind him, Joey seemed to be having the same thoughts. He couldn't help but pity Tezuka back in the garage, watching a bunch of cars driving around without any hint of on track action. Tezuka wasn't all that interested to begin with, Ryoma doubted a processional race would change that. Lap after lap went by, each daring the other to pit first. Ryoma had been good on his tyres, but he'd seen Mokuba lock up a couple of times, surely his tyres would have a flat spot or something. Behind them, Joey swerved into the pits, obviously hoping to jump them both and the next lap, Mokuba turned off after Rascasse and dived into the pits. Even before Momo had begun shouting at him to speed up, Ryoma had turned up the engine and accelerated hard. Flying laps were Ryoma's speciality, no matter what pressure he was under he could always drive fast. "They're both in traffic," Momo came over the radio to say just as Ryoma left the tunnel, exploding into the bright light. "Don't talk to me through corners!" Ryoma snapped, forcing the car around the chicane. But his words spurred him on. He knew his times were great, but he had no idea if Mokuba had cleared traffic. Ryoma might have saved his tyres, but their performance paled into insignificance when compared to a fresh pair if the car was in clean air. He just had to trust that his team knew what they were doing. "Box, box," Momo said over the radio as Ryoma was passing the swimming pool. "Box," Ryoma confirmed, pulling into the pit lane. The speed limit in the pit lane felt like Ryoma was crawling along it on his hands and knees. Eventually, he pulled into his pit box and he was immediately lifted off the ground, his tyres removed and a fresh pair put on before being dropped down in just over two seconds. Ryoma was ready to go as soon as the rubbed his the track and the front jack man had moved out the way. His heart raced as he got to the pit lane exit and could speed up. He couldn't join the track properly until after turn 1 and he knew Mokuba must be somewhere near him. A flash of red in his mirrors told him he was behind him and Ryoma floored it on the drive up to Casino, desperate to keep the Ferrari behind him whilst his tyres warmed up to their optimum temperature. Thankfully, Monaco's reputation for being impossible to overtake at held true. And the race settled down again. It wasn't boring for Ryoma -threading a car through the narrow streets at 150MPH was anything but boring- but the race for the lead was well and truly over unless Ryoma made a mistake. Mokuba had had to fall back, staying in the dirty air behind Ryoma would only overheat his engine and mess up his tyres. He knew things were happening further down the grid, he'd gone through the yellow flags and seen the cars scattered at the side of the track, but none of them had caused a safety car. Ryoma took the chequered flag to cheers from the crowd and his team down the radio. "Well done, Kiddo!" Bane cheered and Ryoma wished he wasn't in a car so he could punch him for the stupid nickname. "You didn't crash!" "Of course I didn't!" Ryoma snapped before being treated to some condescending words from Atobe. "Congratulations," Tezuka's voice came over the radio in Japanese and Ryoma almost hit the wall in surprise. Bane must have given him his radio. "You drove very well." "Thanks," Ryoma replied, grinning to himself. Atobe's boat or not, he was going to take Tezuka to bed this evening and not let him go until midday. He grinned all through the podium ceremony. Someone -most likely his Dads- had taken Tezuka with them in the group of mechanics who'd made it round to the track where the ceremony was being held. He gave Ryoma a small smile and Ryoma winked at him. When he found Tezuka later he was soaked with champagne and so high on adrenaline that he kissed him in the marina as they hurried across to Atobe's boat so Ryoma could have a quick shower before his press commitments. "Ryoma," Tezuka said quietly, "people can see." "There's no one around," Ryoma said, "don't worry." There were people around, but Ryoma hoped they weren't paying attention. Tezuka gave him the 'I know you're not telling the truth' look, but didn't say anything. "It's a taste of what's to come tonight," Ryoma told him, unable to keep the smirk off his face. He was talking in Japanese so he didn't have to worry about eavesdroppers. Tezuka just frowned and prodded his arm. "Hey love birds!" "Shut up, Mokuba!" Ryoma snapped, turning to see his friend jogging up to them. "Hey, if you want to be all lovey dovey in public," Mokuba grinned and Ryoma fought the urge to push him off the dock. "Congratulations on second place," Tezuka said, from anyone else it would be an insult, but Tezuka was sincere about these things. "Thanks, I would have gotten first if it wasn't for this guy," Mokuba replied, shoving Ryoma playfully. "It's called a race for a reason," Ryoma shoved back. "You coming out tonight?" "No, I'm staying in the closet." "Ryo~ma~" Mokuba whined, "you have to! You won, people want to see you!" "Maybe," Ryoma replied and Mokuba decided that was the best he was going to get. "I'll text you where I'm going, I'll drag Kin-chan and Joey along too." Tezuka cleared his throat, "You have interviews, Echizen." "Oh God, so do I," Mokuba said, "I'll see you later," he called, running off. "I should ask for you to be my press officer," Ryoma teased as they set off for Atobe's boat. "You wouldn't want that," Tezuka replied, "I wouldn't be as kind to you as Ryuuzaki is." Ryoma laughed, "I don't doubt it."

[solosorca]

Arranged marriage tezuryo?? Don’t mind if I do~

He’d known he was marrying him since he’s been two years old. It had been drilled into him all through his childhood that somewhere, in the country of Tenisu, was his fiance -probably having the same thing drilled into him too.

It had been an unusual situation. To formalise a treaty between Tenisu and Seigaku, the second child of Tenisu would marry the eldest of Seigaku, at the time, no one had stopped to consider that the two children could be the same gender. So, when both had been born boys, the treaty had been scrutinised. But gender hadn’t ever been mentioned in it, so it still stood.

Tezuka had tried to imagine his fiance, based off of the old oil painting he’d been sent for his seventh birthday. But it was hard as the years went on to work out what he look like based off the small picture of the five year old prince.

As a young teen, Tezuka had put his friends’ personalities into his fiance’s body, wondering which was the most like the actual boy he was going to marry. He imagined what they’d talk about in each scenario, how he’d get him to like him.

For his seventeenth birthday, Tezuka had received a large portrait of Prince Ryoma. He stared determinedly out the picture, dressed in fine clothes with one hand on his sword. Tezuka was captivated by his eyes; large and golden brown. He was so handsome that Tezuka’s heart skipped a beat.

With the portrait came a letter stating that Prince Ryoma would be travelling to Seigaku on his eighteenth birthday to marry Tezuka. Tezuka’s stomach had clenched at that -in just over two years, he would be married to a person he’d never met before.

Before, it had been an abstract idea, that one day he’d marry Prince Ryoma, but now he had a date it was much more solid. Much more worrying.

He decided he had to be a good husband. The other prince was giving up everything to marry him for a political alliance, Tezuka had to make it worth it for him.

Fuji had laughed at him when he’d brought up sex.

“How can you not know anything about that?” He’d asked as he wiped away his tears. “There are plenty of books in the library if you know where to look.”

Tezuka hadn’t bought it up again, not wanting to feel humiliated again. He had found the books Fuji had been talking about somehow managed to find their way into his bedroom, but his face burnt as he read them and he found it impossible to get passed the first few pages.

It seemed that now he knew he was getting married soon the years started to fly by and he felt woefully under prepared.

And then, Prince Ryoma had arrived.

Tradition stated that the pair were not allowed to see each other till their wedding day and Tezuka wondered who had created such a dumb tradition. He wanted to meet the prince, get to know him even a little before they were bound together.

He walked listlessly through the corridors the day before his wedding. He knew exactly where Prince Ryoma was in the east wing of the castle, his presence pressing down on Tezuka. He wanted to see him. Needed to see him.

He knew the secret passageways of the castle, better than anyone except maybe Fuji, they’d spent their childhoods chasing each other through them.

No one paid him any attention as he slipped through the corridors, all too busy preparing for the grand wedding the next day.The small, purple drawing room had a door behind a tapestry that linked up various bricked in staircases and corridors and lead into the east wing. Prince Ryoma would be in what was known as the East Blue Room, as it was easily the biggest and most fancy room in the east wing.

The secret passageway wouldn’t take him all the way to the bedroom, but it would be close enough that, with some luck, he could find a way into the room.

He emerged from the secret passageway to find the corridors bizarrely empty. He only had to duck behind one statue to avoid one of the palace guards and then he was in front of his fiance's door.

He knocked and waited, ears straining for the first sound of his betrothed voice.

“What?” The voice sounded tired and grumpy.

“I want to talk to you,” Tezuka replied, keeping his voice as quiet as possible. He wished he’d said something less teacher-y as soon as the words left his mouth.

Footsteps padded towards him and the door flew open to reveal Prince Ryoma, dressed very informally in a shirt that showed off a lot of his chest. He was a lot smaller than Tezuka expected, he’d always imagined that Prince Ryoma would be as tall as he was, able to look him straight in the eye, he’d never pictured him to come up to somewhere in the middle of Tezuka’s chest.

Tezuka felt the blush rising up his neck and onto his cheeks. He wasn’t good at meeting new people to begin with and it was hitting him just how little he know about the other prince.

Prince Ryoma looked him up and down and then pulled him into the room and slammed the door behind him.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, his lips twisted into a smirk.

“I-” Tezuka started, the words catching in his throat. Ryoma grinned and sauntered over to the bed, where a large, fluffy cat was waiting.

“This is Karupin,” Ryoma said without waiting for Tezuka to get his words out. “He’ll be staying with us.”

Tezuka looked at the cat, who stared back with steady blue eyes that Tezuka couldn’t read at all. He’d never been around cats, his family owning lots of large dogs instead. It was quite weird to meet a pet that didn’t bounce up to him to lick his face.

“Staying with us?” He asked.

“We’re staying in the same room, right? Once we’re married,” Ryoma clarified,

“You can have your own room,” Tezuka replied. He’d always assumed they’d be in different rooms -at least at the start. “Other than after the ceremony, of course.”

Tradition also stated that the newly wed couple would be locked in their suit of rooms together for several days to conceive their first child. Tezuka had hoped that he and Ryoma would forgo this, but his father had clapped him on the shoulder and told him to use it as time to get to know his new husband. It was a good idea, but what if they hated each other? Maybe it would be better not to know each other at all, just put on a public facade.

Ryoma was looking him up and down, a small smirk on his lips. “Want to practice for that bit?” he asked.

It took Tezuka a few moments to work out what he was talking about and then his brain caught up. “I just came to say hello,” he said quickly, his heart pounding out of control as he considered, just for a second, having sex with Ryoma right now, right here. They would get in so much trouble if they were caught. That shouldn’t sound as tempting as did, especially with Ryoma’s gaze pinning him to the wall.

Ryoma shrugged and ruffled Karupin’s fur. “Thought it was worth a try,” he said. “I wanna do something that isn’t ‘my duty to my country’.”

“Surely you could come up with something better than having sex with me,” Tezuka reminded him.

“You broke the rules first,” Ryoma smirked, leaning back and his shirt slipping to reveal more of his chest.

“I should go,” Tezuka said, his mouth suddenly very dry.

“You’ve only just got here.”

“I know, but as you said, this is against the rules.”

Ryoma sighed through his nose and got to his feet. “Fine, but do one thing for me.”

“Anything,” Tezuka replied.

Ryoma kissed him.

It was soft and warm, like he had imagined it but so much more. The world fell away, just leaving the two of them, kissing. His hands grabbed the hem of Ryoma’s shirt, to prevent himself from falling away with it, as if Ryoma were the only stable point in the universe.

“This is going to work,” Ryoma breathed against his lips when they’d parted before pressing them together again, this time with just a hint of tongue.

And then he was gone, leaving Tezuka to flounder in the void.

“I’ll see you down the aisle,” Ryoma said. “Don’t get caught on your way back.”

When he got back to his room, Tezuka dug out all the books Fuji had hid there and started to read furiously.