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I was supposed to be active but literally poofed and now I'm into idv and persona 5, perhaps ill write for those..

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It's bungover...

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My eyes are being mean smh but that won't stop me from writing Coralie BSD au -- "Moo Moo have you seen Karl? Is he with Ranpo? I can't find him anywhere- Oh I'm so worried." Poe said with a panicked voice, Mushitaro knows that Karl, the raccoon means the world to Poe. It's his first-ever friend, the one that gave him company and comfort whenever the author was down or in a terrible state. Usually, Karl ended up with Ranpo but Ranpo always left a note stating that Karl was with him. This time there doesn't appear to be a note in sight, "I'm sure Karl is around here somewhere, alright? We will find him. Give Ranpo a call or message- and stop calling me that ridiculous nickname." He complained, damn that detective for calling him that all of the time, now Poe's picked it up.

The author inhales and then exhales, trying to calm himself. "O-Okay, I'll call him," He turns away from Mushitaro. The cat-shifter hummed, stretching his arms in the air with a yawn, Shifting his attention from Poe's figure, he peered out the window. Surprisingly it's a good day rather than the usual rain that attacks the window, the latest storm was awful. Mushitaro swore that it would've taken out the glass if it had continued on for any longer but Poe replied with 'If that ever happens, I will get them replaced or replace them myself.' This reminds Mushitaro that the author has the ability to design and build. He often forgets that he isn't just an author but an architect too..

After a couple of minutes Poe returns from his phone call. Looking at Mushitaro with a look of defeat, it's clear just by that expression, Karl isn't with Ranpo then. Did the detective even pick up? Surely, when it comes to Ranpo, the male always picks up because he's usually slacking. “What's up?” The cat-shifter asked, leaning against the counter behind him.

“Karl isn't with him. I-I have no idea where he could be, I'm worried, what if he ran away?” Oh no. He could hear the shakiness in the author's voice, Mushitaro was upright in seconds. Pulling the other man into his arms to comfort him. “Hey, we'll find Karl alright? Let's go take a look around the neighbourhood, he's your raccoon, he'll never up and leave you.” He hoped he didn't know much about the raccoon despite living here. He somewhat regrets that he desperately wanted to help with the investigation of the pet’s whereabouts.

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They ended up checking the neighbourhood until the sun began to set, There was no sight of the raccoon anywhere and Mushitaro was losing hope that they'd ever find the pet but every time he opened his mouth to suggest they wait until the next morning or for Ranpo to use ultra deduction to find him. Poe would look at him with teary eyes and whisper if they could keep looking for a couple more minutes. How could Mushitaro deny his partner's request? Before Ranpo, before Mushitaro, the author had no one. He only had Karl to keep him company, to fill the void called loneliness, and despair. He knew how much Karl meant to his partner. Thus, he agreed to keep searching.

No Karl. Their search once again ends up being meaningless, Mushitaro is growing more and more worried by the second as he peers over at the author to check if he's alright. Of course, he wouldn't be alright! His animal is still missing, surely Ranpo would know what to do right? He bites at his nails anxiously. Trying to think of every place that the raccoon could've run off to, yet again he couldn't think of anything.

“He's gone.” Poe spoke up and Mushitaro felt his heart shatter at the quivering tone he heard. “Did Karl not like me anymore?”

The cat-shifter is by Poe's side in an instant, wrapping his arms around the author who collapses in his arms. “Hey, Karl loves you, Never think for a second he didn't, he may have gone on a walk and got a little lost okay? When we find him we'll be more careful with locking the doors maybe?” He suggested.

"You promise? Do you think he'd come back?" Poe asked, Mushitaro didn't know whether or not the raccoon would come back but he didn't have the heart to voice that towards the other. "Yes, he will come back, I bet he knows where home is off by heart. Karl is a smart animal after all."

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“How many times have I told you to not sneak animals into the base?” The man scolded the other, who pouted in response. “Come on Lippman! Look at how cute it is.” The man, now known as ’Lippman’ sighed with a soft smile appearing on his face. “You can't win me over with your cuteness, no matter how adorable you are.”

Piano pouted, holding the raccoon in his arms as if it were a baby. It's clear the man didn't know how to hold an animal properly which may be why the man isn't allowed a pet. “This is unfair, I want a pet to take care of, I promise to do good.”

Lippman raised an eyebrow, “You already have Albatross for that why need another one?”

Okay that's pretty funny. If he laughed Tross wouldn't somehow find out and come for his soul right? You never know with short bird's like him, vulture's even. They could be watching you every second, spying like hawks that wait for the perfect moment to strike. "I suppose you are correct but I want a real animal too."

The actor shook his head. “No and that is final Piano, you have a container of spiders in your room. Those are your pets that you allow to roam the house for whatever reason. I swear if I see another creepy crawly in my studio I'm slaughtering it.” The beautiful male complained, patting Piano on the shoulder before giving him a light shove towards the door. “Now go let that poor animal go, it's wild and probably has a home elsewhere.“

The piano-themed man huffed but doesn't disobey the orders he is given. He's the leader! Why the heck is he the one getting ordered around? He pouted and placed the raccoon on the door step outside of the house. “I'm sorry little fella but you cannot stay here, I know that Trossy may have agreed with me. Ice man may have reluctantly, Doc would've just tried to dissect you, it wouldn't be pretty either. Lippman is a big meanie!” He huffed, crossing his arms but couldn't help the smile that spreads across his face as the raccoon nudges his leg. Looking at him with those big, wide eyes filled with curiosity. “Bye, Bye little guy.”

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Time continues to tick over and over. Mushitaro is the only one awake in the mansion at this moment, Poe had fallen asleep leaning against the front door but Mushitaro moved him to a more comfortable place such as the sofa. There is no way that he'd be able to get the much taller man to the bedroom. So the sofa will work for now.

Ranpo isn't coming home tonight either as he's being held up from work, he's a little worried about that but he knows to put his trust in the detective. He's smart, he knows how to get himself out of trouble if need be.

Now, the cat-shifter is still awake for one reason and one reason only. Waiting for Karl to come home, he still had a shimmer of hope that the animal will return. He didn't want to wake up the next day having to tell Poe that he didn't come home. His heart won't be able to take that pain and you know what?

Mushitaro is grateful he stayed awake because if he was asleep he wouldn't have heard the soft pitter patter of footsteps. The sudden paw that clenches onto his leg, “Huh?” He shook his head with a yawn. Looking downwards, half awake. His eyes land on the fuzzy raccoon, his heart racing in his chest– in seconds the raccoon is scooped up and settled down on his lap. “You really did come back home. Poe's been worried sick, so have I been, even Ranpo! You can't just run off like that alright?” He lightly scolded the animal, Karl purred and curled up on his lap in response. Seeming to be just as tired as he is.

He supposed he could get some shut eye now that the situation is solved now.

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my goal today despite my never-ending pile-up of short stories in need of finishing is writing a short story on Beldam Piano Man, perhaps I'll have someone take the place of Coraline but funky spooder scary Piano :pray:

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Stares at my many drafts and my multiple planned chapters then the huge angst shot that only seems to be growing bigger...

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This was a little bit rushed due to my interesting ‘writing timetable’ which is whenever I feel like writing brainrot and random things even if it may not make sense but that's the fun of it right?

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Nope. Nah ah, he refused to leave the comfort of his bed. Something about today already felt off, he had the annoying constant itch that is telling him to change to a cat. But whenever he's on his daily catwalks something usually goes wrong! He wanted to live peacefully not be thrown around by strangers and other cats that dislike him! Like come on, he's one of them but they– they disowned him like he was nothing! No, he isn't upset about cats disliking him. Why would he? That would just be so silly right? Yeah, yeah... Oh, who is he kidding? He wants cat friends too.

“Moomoo?” Poe calls out from the other side of the door. He used that ridiculous nickname that Ranpo came up with because apparently saying his name was too much effort, too much of a mouth full. Mushitaro almost strangled him for that one but the little shit got away with a smug grin. Ugh, he's going to grow grey hair due to his partner's shenanigans.

“Moo, are you awake?” He called once more. Mushitaro had almost forgotten to respond to him, “Yeah, I suppose so.” He replied as clearly as possible since the blankets and pillows surrounding him would make his voice appear more muffled. “Do you want something?“

The door creeks open enough for Poe to poke his head in. Scanning the room, “Uhm... N-Not really but.. You've been locking yourself away in your room. Don't you... Do you think it's come to come out now? I made some muffins. Ranpo didn't eat all of them either- this time.” Well isn't that a surprise? Ranpo, the sweet addicted detective left muffins? He could just imagine Poe shooing the small man out of the house to go to work. Of course, the detective would never go down without a fight. It's always quite entertaining to watch.

The cat-shifter sighed, he really didn't want to get up but he was hungry at the mention of food. He also wants to have some fun and get rid of the annoying trapped feeling that claws at him, begging for him to change to his other form. He lifts his head from the pile he's tangled in, locking eyes with Poe. He wouldn't have this issue if it weren't for the author but can he really blame Poe? He could never, it was an accident, something that went wrong causing him to become a cat-shifter. "If I asked to eat them in here would you say no?"

"W-Well I would prefer for you to eat with me. But I would never force you..." The man trailed off with a nervous tone. It's clear that Poe wants him to join, to leave the room. How could he deny that? He doesn't like the sad expressions Poe would make, it made him feel upset. He pushes the covers back, covering his mouth as he yawned. "Fine, Fine. You win, let's eat some muffins together okay?" His heart melted at the sight of Poe's eyes brightening up and a soft smile appearing on his face. That made agreeing completely worth it.

Getting out of bed, the man dressed in his sleepwear stumbles over to the tall, anxious male. Wrapping his arms around his torso with a soft sigh, feeling comforted by the gentle, physical contact. Poe seemed happy with it too, seeing as the author returned the embrace, resting his head against Mushitaro’s. Well isn't he a lucky man? He’s got two wonderful partners that he managed to snatch. He never thought he would, the two (Ranpo & Mushitaro) were already together when he came into the picture. Then he ended up moving into Poe’s house due to needing a place to stay, Ranpo comes over often too. That lead to all three of them spending a lot of time together, getting to know each other and slowly morphing into a relationship between all three of them. Mushitaro isn't complaining either, he loves them both and that won't change.

“You know, I thought of a better idea. I suppose it doesn't remove me from my bedroom but it's something I may need as of right now. Or well, for a while.” Mushitaro spoke up, the author perked up and tilted his head with a curious expression. Urging him to continue speaking, “Can we cuddle? Together, Ranpo can join us once he's home but we haven't cuddled much have we? I know I'm not the cuddling type– I just get nervous. I don't want to be judged but then again why would you guys ever–” Poe planted a kiss on his cheek, distracting him immediately. It shut down his thoughts too as he short-circuits.

The author grinned, “We really don't mind. Both me and Ranpo, we can wait. Whenever you are ready, you can cuddle. Ranpo will always jump at the chance for cuddles. However, I will remind you, we will never, ever judge you for who you are or your habits. It's okay to be nervous,“ He explained and lord did Mushitaro become red in the cheeks, he's so embarrassed! But melting at the same time. Turning away from Poe, he pouted. “Can, Can we hurry up and cuddle? But.. Thanks.”

The two hopped into the bed, Mushitaro walking like a robot due to being flustered while Poe plopped down onto the bed, glancing around curiously. Noticing that a few new art works were displayed on the other man's walls. “Did you make those?” He asked while laying down next to the other.

“Mhm. I've taken interest in art besides writing of course. Art helps me take my mind off things, it's also very stress reliving.” The cat-shifter commented back, curling up against Poe's side, it's funny how Mushitaro was supposed to be going downstairs with him to have some muffins because he needed to leave his room. He will tomorrow, or whenever they decide to get up but he wished to lay like this with Poe for much longer. “You certainly have talent my dear Mushie.” He hummed as he felt the author's fingers brushing through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut at such relaxing sensations.

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Mushitaro had decided today he was going to take a stroll around the neighborhood. Like who could pass up a good day for a walk? It's a perfect for one! The sun is out and the temperature is just right, it wasn't too cold nor too hot. It's just how Mushitaro liked it, he usually went on cat walks on days like these.

Of course his walks always get interrupted by someone because the world is against him for some reason. What has he done wrong to deserve this? He wanted one, one day of peace! Oh well, if it's Ranpo or Poe it isn't so bad but that's because he has a soft spot for the two. How couldn't he? They saved him multiple times, gifted him a home and are his loved ones.

He is embarrassed to admit this but he adores their company even when he's a grumpy cat that doesn't get his way all of the time because the one getting away with everything is Ranpo! How can one being be so hard to say no too? Ugh. He sounds smitten doesn't he? Ignore all of that, he shook his head with a small mew. Continuing his way down the streets path, no interruptions! He declared in his head that today is the day everything will go smoothly.

Yeah, about that. He walked slap dab into someone's boot. Ouch, his poor little button nose. He lifts his paw and swats at the boot angrily for getting in his way, leaving him with a boo boo. But perhaps swatting at the boot wasn't a good idea because the stranger turned around, looking directly down at him. “Huh? Watch where your going– little guy..” The guy appeared to be struggling with choosing the right words to say. It was as if Mushitaro could see the sparkles forming in his eyes. This man is definitely a cat lover! There is no way he isn't that is why, to make sure the man doesn't stomp on him anyway, Mushitaro raised one of his paws at the man and meows.

Mushitaro had decided today he was going to take a stroll around the neighborhood. Like who could pass up a good day for a walk? It's a perfect for one! The sun is out and the temperature is just right, it wasn't too cold nor too hot. It's just how Mushitaro liked it, he usually went on cat walks on days like these.

Of course his walks always get interrupted by someone because the world is against him for some reason. What has he done wrong to deserve this? He wanted one, one day of peace! Oh well, if it's Ranpo or Poe it isn't so bad but that's because he has a soft spot for the two. How couldn't he? They saved him multiple times, gifted him a home and are his loved ones.

He is embarrassed to admit this but he adores their company even when he's a grumpy cat that doesn't get his way all of the time because the one getting away with everything is Ranpo! How can one being be so hard to say no too? Ugh. He sounds smitten doesn't he? Ignore all of that, he shook his head with a small mew. Continuing his way down the streets path, no interruptions! He declared in his head that today is the day everything will go smoothly.

Yeah, about that. He walked slap dab into someone's boot. Ouch, his poor little button nose. He lifts his paw and swats at the boot angrily for getting in his way, leaving him with a boo boo. But perhaps swatting at the boot wasn't a good idea because the stranger turned around, looking directly down at him. “Huh? Watch where your going– little guy..” The guy appeared to be struggling with choosing the right words to say. It was as if Mushitaro could see the sparkles forming in his eyes. This man is definitely a cat lover! There is no way he isn't that is why, to make sure the man doesn't stomp on him anyway, Mushitaro raised one of his paws at the man and meows.

“.. I can't say no to that. Shit, I already have three cats but another one wouldn't be so bad. You don't have a collar either, are you a stray? Oh whatever, if someone comes looking for you, I'll give you up but for now you are coming home with me!” Oh. His tactic worked a little bit too well– He couldn't escape either because the moment he turned to sprint off the man scooped him up, holding the cat to his chest. If only he could talk in this form he would be sprouting out a bunch of complains. He would've swatted at the man's face too but the guy is dressed formally, like some sort of gangster? He didn't want to mess with a gangster.

He accepts his fate. Going limp in the gangster’s arms, listening to the man’s rambles, “I don't know if you were listening but I have three other cats. Gingersnaps, Fish sticks and flags.” What intriguing names, Mushitaro thought with a sigh that he couldn't voice out-loud. “Fish sticks was named by a stupid mackerel. I swear he's tainting my cats! Just like my house with how he waltz's in like he owns the place!“ Oh, now the man is complaining. God, just his luck, his peace is ruined.

Time passes by and he lost track of it, of how long this guy has been talking for. Like where the heck does he live and why is it so far!? Just buy a house close by next time for goodness stakes! He did however learn bits and pieces about the guy, his name is Chuuya Nakahara, he apparently works for the Port Mafia which, again is just his luck. Of course he gets picked up by some guy from a criminal organization! He already missed bickering with Ranpo, listening to Poe’s rambles about his latest mystery novel. Due to Poe’s ability, he has to get someone to write it out for him, Mushitaro helps here and there, seeing as when Ranpo sits down for a long time he will fall asleep.

“We've made it!” The ginger exclaimed, frightening the poor cat in his arms from the sudden raise in tone. He lifts his head, turning it to get a glimpse of the house, it was huge! It's not as big as Poe’s mansion but it's getting there. Jesus, is this Mafia guy rich too? Rich people are scary, he hasn't met someone that's beaten Poe’s score of crazy spendings yet. That author acts like millions are nothing but a few coins, even Ranpo is shocked.

The inside of the house is marvelous! Even better than the outside in his opinion. Everything looks clean and brand new, this guy must clean a lot or hire cleaners. There is no way that this house would be this clean if he barely visited it, wouldn't there be cob webs or something? Plus he has cats! Can't leave his cats behind without attending to them and their every need.

Mushitaro hopped out of Chuuya's arms once his grip loosened, unfortunately he is immediately bombarded by the other cats that jump all over him. Biting his ear and trying to swat at his tail, he's being attacked by these gremlins! He looks up at Chuuya with pleading eyes, wishing to be rescued despite being the one to put himself in that position by leaving the warm, rather comforting arms. Fortunately Chuuya must have sensed his distress because he carefully shoos the other cats away. “Now, now be nice to your new sibling, I have work to get done before a tall, horrible mackerel arrives. I swear, I tried to tell him I was too busy but when does he ever listen to me? I'm going to kill that – ugh.”

Finally! The guy is out of sight, he can now make his escape. He's going to find a good area to climb, perhaps escape through the window like how people do so in action movies. But there is still one issue, the other three cats are staring him down, like they were getting ready to pounce. ’Shit, I'm.. I'm going to just book it and hope for the best..!’

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“Uhm. Ranpo-kun, Mushitaro has been gone for a long time now, shouldn't we go and look for him?” He questions the detective with a worried tone. He had already checked the neighborhood street and couldn't find a single trace of Mushitaro. He even asked around if anyone had seen a black cat with yellow eyes. Or a tall man in a teal suit.

The detective swirled the lollipop in his mouth before he removed it with a pop, tilting his head. "Mushitarou?" He repeats, furrowing his brows.

Then he instantly turns around distracted by one of the displays of the stores,"Oh. Nah" He shrugs so casually as if the man hadn't been missing for a day, "So thats what you've been worrying about the entire day! I thought you also fogured out where he was."

"Anyways! He's finee, he got what he deserved for eating my snacks last night so I don't mind leaving him out to the wolves for abit!"

Poe blinked a couple times at the response. Ranpo probably or well must have known where Mushie is, if Mushie was in any real danger Ranpo would've had a different response or would've been out looking for the man himself. He released a sigh of relief, as long as he's safe then it's fine, he thought as he wrapped his arms around the smaller. Feeling clingy.

"Don't worry its not wolves or kidnappers you should be worried about. It's the cats of the guy hes staying with!"

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He had escaped, just barely. Those cats had really packed a punch if you couldn't tell by the scratch marks that are showing very clearly on his suit. He didn't want to move from his spot on the ground, he just wanted to be left alone in his miserable hours.

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I know I already posted this on my ao3 but I wanted to share it here too, this is my small little serious, the mushie cat series that is supposed to be short and silly and my favourite Ranpo, Mushitaro and Poe starring it

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Mushitaro is resting on the fence displayed outside Poe’s mansion. He is obviously in his cat form, no one would question a black cat out in the open, correct? Correct. Except for a pesky detective that he cannot shake off, it's to be expected when it comes to Ranpo.

“Go away” The cat grumbled underneath his breath, reaching out a paw to swat the smaller man away. Ranpo side steps his paw and scratches behind his ears causing him to purr with glee. He can't deny the head scratches, they were heavenly after all. “Why? You like my company!”

“When did you come to such a conclusion?” He hissed out, he is truly curious to how the detective got that idea. Could it have been Poe? Poe speaks a lot about him to Ranpo. Making sure his rival knows all the latest updates and that Mushitaro is in fact behaving correctly.

Ranpo doesn't give him an answer, that should've been expected. He only gives replies to those he wishes to reply too. He supposed what he said lacked importance. “You are very annoying, let a small cat like myself have some rest now would ya?” Mushitaro complained.

“But I have nothing to do! I was dropped off here.. I don't know how to get back to the office either. Take me back to the office then!” The small detective exclaimed. Causing the cat to flinch in fright from the sudden volume, his ears are sensitive after all–! “Calm down!” He swears that this detective is going to be the cause of all his headaches.

He hops off from the fence and onto the ground, landing gracefully on his feet. Before disappearing in teal-like particles, replacing the cat with a human figure. Mushitaro dusts off his suit that he had forgotten he was wearing, turning to Ranpo. “I can escort you back to the office as long as you promise to leave me be for today. I already escaped Poe's clutches.”

The detective tilted his head, “Escape Poe? Why would you need to do that for? He's the easiest person to bypass!” He snorted and crossed his arms. Mushitaro huffed, not everyone is like you Ranpo and you need to remember that. Poe may not show that side to you but he definitely shows it to Mushie. It's like how the architect can't say no to Ranpo, Mushitaro can't say no to Poe whenever he requests something. Goodness, he doesn't want to be a test subject anymore! The author didn't have anyone else to throw into his books to solve them, even more so when Ranpo is too busy to be playing with the author.

“Whatever. Do you want me to take you or not? This will force you to have to take a bus. Wouldn't that be a nightmare for you?” He taunted lightly knowing that would get the other. Which it did, thankfully, he didn't actually know whether or not it would but he wanted to have the confidence to believe so. “Fine! Fine! But you aren't safe tomorrow!” He let's out a sigh of relief, grasping Ranpo's wrist, despite his behavior and show of annoyance. He still handled the shorter with care, gently holding onto his wrist.

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Yk what maybe I'll start writing small one-shots here, like a journey but people can actually come across it

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I am way too obsessed with this game help me.

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I feel like writing some BSD related, the BSD arc is strong with the latest stuff going on

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Spooky beans, you should definitely write more about it ! It’ll be so cool, plus it’s a wonderful idea! 

modern/ghost au kzscr/past katsukuni

Kunikuzushi sat up in shock, his eyes wide as he clutched his chest. Chills were sent through his body as tears came pouring down his cheeks. Why did this keep happening to him? What was going on? He’d been restless since Kazuha moved in, which meant he hadn’t slept in about a month. Every night, around three in the morning, he’d have nightmares about his previous lover, then wake in a panic. He was always freezing cold, huddling up against his current partner for warmth.  He wasn’t sure why this was happening, it was almost like he was being haunted. Kunikuzushi wasn’t one to believe in ghosts, but he was really starting to.  The radio in the dining room turning on, playing Katsuragi’s favorite songs each time, the constant feeling that he was being watched, the phantom touches that he felt every time he lingered too long in one place. It was all so disturbing that he couldn’t help but feel like he was either being stalked by someone who’d known him and Katsu, or that he was being haunted by Katsu himself.  He felt Kazuha’s warm arms wrap around him, holding him tightly against him. “Kuni, you’re trembling. . Did you have that nightmare again?”  Kazuha’s voice was a lot lighter than normal, a sign of him having just awoken. “N-No- I’m fine, Kazuha, go back to sleep.” Kuni lied.  He didn’t want to scare his lover further, but he was still trembling, cuddling as far into Kazuha’s warmth as he could.  “Are you sure, dove?”  “I’m sure, please just. . go back to bed. I’ll be okay. .” With a small sigh, Kazuha started to attempt to fall back asleep. Kuni noticed the man’s grip on him tighten, and he knew Kazuha hadn’t believed him.  Kuni waited under his lover was clearly asleep before he let out the tears he’d been holding in. He couldn’t help but be terrified. Why did this have to happen to him?  He felt himself slowly tugged from Kazu’s arms, his eyes fluttering open again in a panic as he squirmed. He saw absolutely nothing, just felt it. It only made his fear of the spectre worse, and only made him cry harder.  Random flashes of cold started peppering his cheeks, almost as if the apparition was covering him in kisses.  “Leave me alone. . Stop this. .” He pleaded, grabbing onto Kazuha again and sobbing against him.  The ghost made no attempt to grab him again, footsteps causing the floorboards to creak as it left.  He let out a shaky sigh in relief once he’d decided he felt a little safer.  - - - - - - - I’m not 100% happy with this, but I honestly kinda like the concept? I was just listening to music and a song came on and i got the idea for this.  I’m tempted to actually elaborate further on this au idea and write a full-on AO3 fic on it. Idk, I wish I could do a poll to know what ppl think lol I felt limited on this platform in regards to sharing my ideas on this one, but I’m also not sure if an actual fic would be decent quality.  Thank you for reading though! Have a lovely day :) 

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They're just lil guys hehe

I rise from the dead and give you guys the two figures of my two new fixations

Bloodied version if yall wanna see that:

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They’d barely been at the bar for 20 minutes and Scaramouche was already incredibly drunk. He leaned against Kazuha, groaning. “Mmmm. . it tastes so good but I feel so bad.” Kazuha raised a brow at the other man. “Do you feel ill?” He was worried about him, wrapping an arm around him and blinking. Scaramouche just giggled some, smiling brightly. “I’m okay, don’t worry about it, Katsuragi. .” Kazuha blinked, squeezing him slightly. So that was the name of his friend, wasn’t it? The one the wanderer had mentioned earlier. . Katsuragi. . Somehow, it sounded familiar, like he’d heard it in a story before. But it was likely just the name of a character in it rather than him having been in the story. Kazuha didn’t bother to correct him, just worried about him.  “I’ve missed you so much. .” Scaramouche sniffled from beside him, tearing up. “I can’t believe I’ve spent hundreds of years without you. .” Hundreds? Surely he was exaggerating, Kazuha thought. The poet was honestly grateful he hadn’t drank anything, this is the most he’d learned about the man beside him. He clearly didn’t like talking about himself much, and Kazuha wasn’t one to pry, but a drunken Scaramouche was like an open book. “I have so many things I need to tell you. .” Another sniffle came from him. “I did so much in the time you were gone. .” Scaramouche furrowed his brow, his words slurring more as he spoke, but Kazuha was used to figuring out drunken phrases, so he understood him perfectly fine. “Just. . don’t hate me. . don’t hate me please. .” He suddenly started pleading, seeming to have jumped to a conclusion that his friend would hate him for the things that had happened. Scaramouche was barely making much sense, changing subjects rather quickly.

Kazuha blinked in surprise when he was grabbed, Scaramouche climbing into his lap. He grabbed onto his collar, twisting it and holding onto him tightly as tears streamed down his face. “Promise me you won’t hate me.”  Kazuha hesitated for a moment, a bit shocked. “I don’t hate anyone, it’s not in my nature-” It was all Kazuha could think of to say, he was hoping it was an acceptable answer.  Scaramouche let go of him, flopping his face into his chest and sniffling again. “I hope you’re not lying to me, I hate liars. .” He dropped his voice to a whisper, deciding to trust him and admit to everything that’d happened. “I did so many vile things for you, Katsuragi. . I thought you died. . I couldn’t stand it. .” He started, trying to keep himself calm. “I don’t know how much I should tell you, but I destroyed the Raiden Gokaden for you-” Kazuha froze at that. The man he was holding, the man sitting in his lap. This was the man who destroyed the Raiden Gokaden-? Does that mean- “- I met a man who resembled you on some beach. .” He was struggling recalling details, his mind too hazy to explain in complete details. “I was going to kill everyone there, I was so angry. . But I couldn’t kill him, he was a Niwa. . I couldn’t help but look at him and see you. . I couldn’t kill you. . So I spared your family member and the Kamisato. .” He mumbled, the story barely making sense coming from him in this state. But Kazuha knew the story well, his great-grandfather’s letter instantly coming to mind. “So you’re Kunikuzushi-?” Kazuha said in shock, interrupting him. Scaramouche quickly sat up, his eyes wide. “I didn’t. . I didn’t tell you that name, you didn’t know that name.” He scrambled to get up, his vision blurring and the Katsuragi he’d been imagining transformed back into Kaedehara Kazuha… Oh what had he just done? He’d done what he didn’t want to do. He got off of him, quickly backing away, tripping over chairs in a panic and falling onto his ass. The puppet trembled, terrified of the man who he’d just been sitting with. Kazuha got up, trying to help him back to his feet, but Scaramouche got up on his own, running out of the bar after clumsily bumping into things on his way out. And this time, Kazuha made sure he wasn’t far behind. - - - - This part certainly didn’t end up how I expected it to. . probably because I’m tired writing this. . Next post will likely be the last for this specific idea, I’m deciding to leave this one here so it’s not overly long

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This is so good sob, they're so wholesome, you've done so well !! Excited for the next part as well !

Part 1 | Part 2  - - - - - Kazuha and Scaramouche’s outing to Wanmin Restaurant started out rather well. The puppet found himself staring at the poet, Kazuha having a small smile on his face as he ordered for them both. He took their food once it was ready, thanking the chef in the politest, most poetic way as Scaramouche watched, letting the other man handle this. Scaramouche could’ve definitely ordered for himself but he found himself wanting to observe him.  Kazuha handed him his food, a small smile on his face. “I hope it’s not too spicy, I wasn’t sure how much you could handle.” He led them to somewhere to sit and eat, them sitting across from each other.  “I can handle spice.” Scaramouche said, though he wasn’t quite sure on the answer. He had assumed he could, since he was a puppet. But Scaramouche was wrong. His face had flushed from the heat and he felt like his mouth was on fire. The dish wasn’t even particularly strong in spice, he just wasn’t able to tolerate it. He attempted to hide this from the poet though, embarrassed that he’d been so wrong. Curse the fact that his mother built him with human qualities!  Kazuha tilted his head very slightly, laughing softly at how clearly affected he was. That laugh… Scaramouche noticed his vision blur, Kazuha once again morphing into Katsuragi. How. . could his voice be so different yet his laugh be identical? He loved that laugh so much. . The poet stopped laughing, quickly standing and going over to Scaramouche, moving to very gently hold onto his cheeks. The puppet stared up at him, blinking away the tears from his eyes, them slowly falling down his cheeks. Kazuha quickly wiped them away, frowning. “You’re crying, are you alright? Are you in pain?”  Oh, good, he’d assumed it was caused by the spices. Scaramouche was honestly relieved, he would’ve been embarrassed if he’d realized it was from a pain in his heart. “I’m alright. My mouth just hurts some.” He lied. He was surprised by how worried the other man seemed to be. They’d just met, yet he cared about him crying. . Scaramouche felt his heart swell. It felt so good having someone care. “I’ll get you something to drink then.” Kazuha hurried off to go find something for Scaramouche to drink that’d help with his mouth. It didn’t take long before he was back, sitting beside Scaramouche and setting the drink down. “Drink this, you’ll feel better.”  Scaramouche’s cheeks were lightly flushed, looking away some. “Thank you. .” He slowly started drinking it, avoiding making eye contact with the man sitting beside him. He was so embarrassed by his blush, causing his face to turn more red. He was honestly enjoying being taken care of, though he really shouldn’t be surprised by this. He’d always felt so neglected, receiving care made him feel so warm. . “You don’t need to thank me, I’ve been enjoying your company and I feel remorseful for buying you something that pained you.” Kazuha said softly. Scaramouche glanced him. “It’s alright, really. I think I may have. . slightly overreacted, my mouth feels completely fine now.” He thought for a moment. “It must be because you got me that drink just in time.” He tried to make something up since he’d lied about crying.  Kazuha blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. “Hm, well I’m glad I could remedy the situation.” He gave him a smile again.  It wasn’t long before the two were approached by Beidou who was currently being followed by other members of the Crux. “Kazuha, we’re going to get drinks, if you want to come.” She glanced at Scaramouche. “You can bring your buddy too.” She placed her hands on her hips.  “I can join.” Kazuha stood, glancing at Scaramouche. “Would you like to come along?” Scaramouche nodded, not wanting to leave the other man’s company so soon. He reached to gently hold onto Kazuha’s hand, earning a brief look of surprise from the other man. To be honest, Scaramouche hadn’t entirely been thinking when he grabbed his hand, squeezing it for a moment before quickly letting go, grabbing onto his vision and avoiding looking at him again.  Beidou just blinked at them both, then gestured for everyone to follow. “Alright then, drinks are on me.” She and her crew walked off while Scaramouche and Kazuha lingered a bit behind the group, remaining silent until they reached their location. - - - - I actually have plans for the next part this time! So there’s at least one or two more parts (depending on how I feel). If I have ideas I will happily continue further though, I love these two so much.  I have AUs planned too, I just need to figure out how to write them.