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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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KEEPING UP WITH THE AKASHIS — episode four: the soap incident.

pairings — akashi takeomi x fem!reader

word count — 2.2k

warnings — this pure fluff to help you all go through the rest of thr weekend ehehe

notes — this is @dckzs request!!! i hope i made justice to it, bby <3

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you should’ve known that being a member of the akashi family meant that you would never have peace.

finishing your shift at ss motors, you expected to go home and relax — it was your last day in your mom’s house before you moved in with takeomi and his siblings, and you would miss your childhood home. you had spent your entire life there, and you had both good and bad memories regarding the house. it would be a bittersweet feeling, to leave behind everything you were used to, to have your own life without your mother just down the hall. however, you felt ready to take this step in your relationship with takeomi, and both senju and haruchiyo were pestering you to move with them, too.

it wasn't just takeomi that needed you anymore.

yet, as much as you would love to spend some time in your childhood bedroom, finishing packing what you were going to take to takeomi's house, your phone started to buzz — with a lot of messages.

it wasn't any of your friends, and you knew that. all of them knew that you didn't want to be bothered, and you trusted that they would follow what you said — and it wasn't none of the boys too, because you made yourself very clear about not wanting to be disturbed on your last day in your mom's house. you just groaned, taking the phone from your cabinet, growing when you saw the messages.

takeomi: baby i know im not supposed to text you but

takeomi: haruchiyo did something to his hair and i don't know how to fix it

takeomi: he's screaming and crying and cursing keisuke

takeomi: help

you just sighed. couldn't haruchiyo wait a day to scare his brother to death?

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the akashi's home was pure chaos when you arrived.

you could hear haruchiyo's screams from the front door. you couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was saying, but you never heard him sounding so angry before. takeomi's voice was mixed with his screams, and you almost laughed with how small he sounded — long gone were the days when takeomi was the fearful god of war, and now he was bossed around by you and his siblings as much as you three liked.

“y/n-nee!” senju greeted you, and you smiled, opening your arms so she could snuggle in them. she wasn't the seven-year-old you met those years ago anymore, but you two were still affectionate to each other like no time had passed since you two met for the first time.

you smiled, leaning to kiss her hair. “do you know what happened?” you couldn’t help and be curious. you knew little about what haruchiyo did in his gang activities, and you hoped what happened wasn’t something dangerous.

“nope.” she answered, arms encircling your waist and pulling you to the living room. “haru just washed his hair and when he got out of the shower he started to scream. take-nii didn't know what to do, so he messaged you.” the youngest akashi explained what she knew, and you wondered what happened. apparently baji keisuke had something to do with it, and from what you knew from the dark haired boy, you feared the worst.

“well, then i think i should go see them?” you tried, and she tightened her hold around you. senju became strong in the blink of an eye, and you were still amazed at how small and strong she was.

she shook her head.

“senju, i'm going to live with you tomorrow. don't be jealous, haru needs me.”

“no!” she exclaimed, burying her face in your chest.

but before you could say anything, takeomi appeared in the living room — and it took everything inside you to not burst into laughter. you never saw him looking that desperate and in panic, with widen eyes and a painting chest, alongside a few scratches on his arms and… soap, perhaps, on his shirt. “thank god you're here.” he easily took you from senju's arms, despite her outraged gasps, and was already taking you to the main bathroom.

however, you stopped on your tracks. “do you mind explaining what happened, takeomi? it was supposed to be my last day at my childhood home.” you raised your eyebrows and he flinched at the tone you used, and how you decided to use his full name instead of his nickname, or any other term of endearment.

he sighed. “i know but… haruchiyo did something to his hair, and it seemed like keisuke is the one to blame for it.” your boyfriend tried to explain with what he knew, a dejected puppy expression adorning his handsome features. “he doesn't want anyone to see him or talk to him. maybe you can help.”

“why do you think so?” you asked, wriggling on his hold when you two arrived at the main bathroom. everything was strangely quiet, and you wondered if your boyfriend was going to use you as a human shield to deal with his brother.

takeomi stroked your cheek. “because you’re the one who knows how to deal with hair.” he wasn’t exactly wrong. since you entered his life, you have taught him almost everything regarding the beauty world — how to take care of his and his siblings’ hair, how to do skincare, how to use creams that would help his scarred skin. he didn’t have someone who knew about such things, and you gladly was that someone for him, and for his siblings too.

you nodded, taking some small steps in the direction of the bathroom’s door, knuckles rasping gently on the door. “haru? do you need help?” you asked softly, looking back at your boyfriend, who did a thumbs up for you, trying to encourage you. no sound came from inside the bathroom besides the door unlocking, and both you and takeomi sighed relieved — you because haruchiyo trusted you enough, and takeomi because he wasn’t threatening him with his katana. “i’m coming in, alright?” you warned, smiling at takeomi before stepping inside the room.

it was as if you entered another dimension. even if you used the kids’ bathroom so many times before, both helping them bathe or just helping takeomi cleaning it, it had a different aura right now. it wasn’t as steamy as you thought it would be, and haruchiyo was seated in the middle of it, pajamas shirt and shorts crumpled up and his hair a mess.

a total mess.

you never saw a hair looking like that. it looked like someone passed their hands too much between them, but it was also dry, and it had a lot of visible knots. haruchiyo looked like a scared cat, his eyes big and hands ready to scratch you if you came too close. you were the one who died his hair pink, and the one who taught him how to take care of it — and you wondered how the fuck keisuke had something to do with that situation.

you crunched down next to him, hands twitching at your sides. he was now a teenager, not the sweet and shy boy you once knew. you couldn't hug him and hold him close to your chest and whisper sweet things in his ear to calm him down, and you felt helpless — why takeomi thought you could help him? but haruchiyo was the one who sought your comfort, wrapping his arms around your form as soon as he felt your presence. he was taller and stronger than you, and you teared up thinking how much both he and senju grew up, and now were slipping through yours and takeomi’s fingers.

you didn’t mutter a word. you knew that with haruchiyo, it was better to let him speak when he felt ready, and not try to persuade him to tell what happened. you were fine with it, and you didn’t mind spending the whole night locked inside a bathroom comforting him — who knew when you would be able to do that again? you were once in his shoes too, being fourteen and not wanting to be touchy with your mother and choosing to deal with your emotions alone.

minutes, or even hours passed of him having his head nuzzled on your neck and your hand rubbing soothing circles on his back before he had the courage to speak up and share his failure. “i asked baji what he used in his hair.” kei’s hair was very beautiful and you could understand why haru would ask him what he did with it. he started to grew his hair as soon as the akashi grandmother stopped to nag him about it — you never understood why she insisted him having z buzz cut, but takeomi explained that their grandfather was a military man and did the same with him when he was haruchiyo’s age, and he grew his hair as a way to rebel against such a rule.

it seemed that haruchiyo followed his brother’s footsteps without even knowing.

you bit your lip to contain your giggles. you didn’t want to humiliate him even more, but you couldn’t help yourself. why boys couldn’t think at least twice before doing something stupid? and men too, seeing how takeomi and his friends were still doing stupid things, even at twenty-four. “oh, haru.” you tried, but some giggles still left your mouth. “there's no way in hell that baji keisuke uses only soap in his hair. i’m sure he steals a fancy styling cream from his mom, too.” you explained, hands cupping his cheeks. you felt as if your giggles infected him too, his twin scars pulling up in a small smile.

“what did he say?” you encouraged him to speak more, so you could know what truly happened and help him properly — and to know what keisuke used in his hair, too. maybe you could ask him mom.

“soap!” haruchiyo exclaimed, head shooting up from your neck, eyes wide and indignant. “he said he used soap! and look how my hair turned up when i used soap!”

“yeah, now i know that, y/n-nee.” he pouted and you squished his cheeks. it didn’t matter how old he, and senju too, would be — they would always be your little babies.

you smiled at him, getting up from the ground. you offered your hand and he promptly took it. “well, you’re like your nee-chan can revert what happened, right? i deserve not to wash the dishes for three months.”

you giggled when he groaned.

—

“keisuke doesn’t use only soap in his hair.” takeomi stated while you tried to do your nightly skin cleaning routine, his hands encircling your waist while he looked at your face in the mirror.

you rolled your eyes. “i know that, omi. and that’s what i told haru.” you explained, wriggling around his hold to splash water on your face. you led haruchiyo to your, now, shared bathroom with your boyfriend and explained to him how to properly take care of his hair. the best way to wash, the best water temperature, the best shampoos and conditioners, when he should use deep conditioner creams and how he should use leave-ins and other styling things. when he left the bathroom, his pink hair was as if nothing happened — nobody would ever know that he tried to use soap in it just a few hours ago, and you both laughed at the story while you dried it with your hairdryer.

but you would have a talk with miss ryoko. she was a scary woman, but you wouldn’t be afraid of her. she should know baji was lying to his friends — and after that, you would also speak with him. it didn’t matter if you would be crashing a toman meeting. you were the girlfriend of the infamous god of war, someone that all the toman boys looked up to, and they would respect you.

“i can’t blame him, though.” your boyfriend replied, sitting you in the sink counter and opening your legs to make space for himself. you gasped at the feel of the cold stone in your warm thighs, hands gripping his shoulders in instinct. “before you, i didn’t know how to take care of my hair too.”

you giggled, remembering how his black locks used to smell like tobacco. “both you and haruchiyo are stupid in the same way. it’s endearing to see.”

takeomi pouted, hands pinched the soft flesh of your thighs. “you’re so mean.” you smiled innocently at him, lips gently kissing his pouty — he was adorable when he was being teased, and you couldn’t help but do that whenever you could. because takeomi teased you as if it was his hobby, and you were just paying back. but he pressed his lips tightly against yours, basking in your warmth. his kisses always tasted like home, like you finally found the place you belonged.

you broke it, in need of air, and nuzzled your face on his shoulder, wrapping your legs around his torso. takeomi got his clue and walked with you to the bed, gently laying you down. he still couldn’t believe you were going to finally move in with him — he would finally share a home life with you, and he hoped you would say yes to another question he would be dropping soon.

he kissed your hair while you got comfortable on his side. that would be for another day, but he couldn’t help and smile at the thought of you with his mom’s ring around your finger.

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faterevivescere · 3 years

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The Holy Grail War | Prologue 3

🎵🎵🎵

"Hello, everyooooone!"

Father Amedeo Abbatangelo speaks, throwing his arms out to either side as he grins at the lot of you.

Something about this priest strikes you as... Odd. You did get passed a document detailing the first three Fuyuki wars and their oversees, the latest of them being one Kotomine Risei- yet he has died some years ago, and his son, one Kotomine Kirei, had no interest in this...

Thus, Father Amedeo was chosen, perhaps simply by luck of the draw. He's too long in the wrong places, too angular- something about his general existence seems to put you ill at ease just by viewing him, despite the rampant smiles and closed eyes.

The woman standing next to him removes her aviators wordlessly.

"My name is Father Amedeo Abbatangelo. Haha! Ahh- and this is Olga!" He gestures to his companion before continuing.

"And those two are who I'd like to consider being 'Team Foreigner'! How exciting, no? We have my protégé, Aino Camsanguine, and.... The Foreigner! Hah! Can't go spoiling all these little secrets, mm?"

A nervous girl steps down from a set of stairs from the floor above you, followed by the sound of... Jingling bells? Behind her a man of clear Jesterly disposition follows, smiling and winking as he waves at all of you.

"These two are the official church representatives, while I am simply overseeing these affairs. I assume you all read the, ahhh- the information before coming here? And if not, well- good luck you, I suppose! Hah. Oh-"

Ruler coughs into her hand, as if telling Amedeo to get on with his rambling.

"Of course, of course~! Moving on. The rules of this little game are relatively simple. You're all here to receive the Holy Grail! Wow, what an honor. No fewer than six servants must fall in order for the grail to be ready, so I hope you're all excited!

"Anyways. My business here is to make sure none of you, well... 'die-die'," said while producing air quotes with his fingers. "Defeated masters may find refuge in my humble sanctuary at the church. I'm here to clean up your messes, help you retrieve whatever you may need to make this little game go smoothly... you name it, I've probably got it! Haha. Uh. Anyways, try not to go and do any of this stuff in front of civilians, alright? Because, part of my job description is silencing witnesses, and I don't reeeeeealllyyyyyy want to do that!! Haha. And, um- oh, thank you, Ms. Ruler! Here are your Catalysts!"

With those words, Ruler steps aside to reveal the basic, broken down altar of the church. On it seven small packages lie, each with a name tag attached to them. Your names.

"I chose these per~sonally, so if you don't like what you get, tough! This isn't a gacha game! Haha. I definitely didn't choose these at random, though. Haha. Hah. Yes, alright- go ahead and take them."

He glances to Ruler, then back at everyone else, like he's just remembered something.

"—Lodging! Gracious, right- for those of you who don't have a place to stay, the church can arrange for suitable living quarters for all of you who need it. Although, I do know some of you have set up living situations for some of you. Haha. I won't come to fix the plumbing for you outside the church's living quarters. Outside of my job description! Ah- Aries and Ms. Förstner in particular, you two might benefit from a room at La Casa di Abbatangelo! ...Haha. Ahh... Anyways..."

Ruler is already getting ready to leave, her expression neutral yet annoyed. You all get up to gather your packages, and some of you may even take a peep to see the catalysts for yourself.

"Alriiiiight~! You can leave now and go summon your servants, haha. Ahh.... consider this an official truce, hmm? So, don't go killing each other for a few days at least! If you break the truce, Ruler will kill you!! Haha! Ahhhhhh... This is to ensure that everyone has their servant, and that, uh... that you're all ready, yes? As soon as the truce is done, you can all get started with this whole... nasty business of fighting for the grail! Hah. Go at your own pace... have fun... don't be safe! Or... whatever! At least go and get to know the people you're killing first... Ehehe. Have fun!"

And he waves one unnaturally elongated arm, looking more and more like an inflatable tube man by the minute...

Ruler rolls her eyes, as if she could ever be commanded by this man. She stops at the door as it swings open without her touching those heavy, rotten hinges. And she turns to speak to all of you.

“... I am Olga of Kiev, Ruler. I must reintroduce myself, for the words of that snake do my role no justice. I am unaffiliated with both your Association and with this- church.” She spits the last word out. “I am here only at the behest of the grail, to ensure this war is just and fair. Overstep your boundaries and I will end you. Play by the rules, and you will enjoy my oversight with no issue.”

She puts her aviators back on, and soon enough you hear the sound of the Harley rev through the air as she drives off to god knows where. Amedeo covers his mouth with a single hand to hide- a laugh, perhaps? And so... You are free to go. Unless you are one of those poor souls who has to negotiate with Amedeo for lodging.

You must hurry, though. The sun will soon begin to set... And your Servants all await within the Throne. For the Erroll Holy Grail War has officially begun.

#prologue

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baka-tsumibito · 6 years

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VKC/VME SECRET SANTA FIC 2018 [REPOST]

Couldn’t find it in the tags, so reposting! Let me know if you see it orz

Gift recipient: @foliefolio

This is for the wonderful Folie!! (Whose writing sustained me almost single-handedly since the end of the anime 😭) I can’t put into words how nerve-wracking writing this was, especially since I’ve had a ton of fic planned out that have gone unpublished for like...3-4 years?? Anyway, I guess this is finally my foray into ‘posting’ for VKC....and what better way to do it than to write for my idol ✨ !! I love you so much Folie, and I hope this suits your tastes. (And feel free to say if it doesn’t!!! I had a bunch of other ideas, and have another idea draft written out 😂) You’ve been such a big inspiration to me for the past ~16 months ❤️ I hope I can keep reading your writing for a long time to come!!! (Especially Vatican fics ehehe) And above all, I hope your holidays went wonderfully!!✨

(and if you didn’t see this yesterday, I’m sorry it’s late!!!!!!!)

The prompt was pretty open, and suggested some seasonal touches such as Christmas in Rome, night, gold, bells, cold, etc. I think I used most of them to be honest! There is quite a bit of ahem, non-2019-tumbr-appropriate content, so be warned (I was rather careful with the vocabulary though *shrugs*). Actually, 3/4 of it is priests doing the do, with lots of gratuitous Hiraga family mentions (JIN IS CANNON AND I LOVE HIM). [I guess I’ve never really posted publicly above my love for VKC, but I am a die-hard HiraRobe (esp. bottom Roberto) lover. Roberto will eventually cry (before/during/after or all 3) when they consummate their relationship 100%. I don’t think I did my thoughts of them justice here, and if I ever manage to publish again, there will definitely be more angst ; __ ; (There also needs to be more weirdness/religion too.) My current biggest thing is Vatican politics, and the logistics of priests in relationships despite their vows, how they make moral justifications and types of penance etc.etc. which I did not go into almost at ALL, so yeah...] Tumblr formatting is not ideal, so this will probably go up on AO3 once I get a chance to edit. I have a ton of miscellaneous commentary too, so that’ll probably be there as well. Sorry for the long preface, onto the actual gift! [Couldn’t find the read more button, I’m sorry :’) ] *** The winter wind is cold and brisk, blowing across the balcony and permeating the thin blanket draped around Roberto’s shoulders, useless against the frigid air. He cannot hold back a shiver, then another, and he desperately wishes for some form of heat. The door slides open and shut behind him with a click, bringing no respite from the chill. Hiraga, then? Both his brother and his father are asleep in the room behind him. Roberto had been nodding off on the sofa himself, but despite the late hour, it’s time for him to go and give the family some privacy.

Hiraga would be against that; luckily, Roberto can try to convince him out here, in the relative privacy of the balcony. Only God will be their witness – and perhaps, the smoker in the hotel across the way if he stays out much longer. “Roberto,” Hiraga murmurs at his back, arms wrapping around his middle and firmly anchoring themselves around his torso.

Oh.

Perhaps it is not time for this particular discussion then. Maybe, Roberto can allow himself to indulge for a few minutes. But alas, nothing with Hiraga ever seems to go according to plan. For Hiraga’s hands are already beginning to wander, and with them Roberto’s composure is already starting to break. “Hiraga,” Roberto begins, train of thought nearly derailing when a fingertip purposefully flicks against a hardened nub. He supresses a sigh. “Isn’t this a little…” Tasteless? Improper? Ryouta is on the other side of the balcony door, in their room; so is Hiraga Jin –

(kind, wonderful Hiraga Jin who had spoken with him about opera for hours at length, only pausing for a second when Roberto shuddered, expression falling, at the mention of Puccini who had followed Rossini, Verdi and before that,Weber, Wagner and Wetz and Jin had been delighted to find Roberto knew even obscure German composers “Ah, I suppose no Tosca for you then, Roberto-kun,”and when Roberto smiled back weakly, almost in apology,

“That’s alright,” he murmured consolingly. “I can’t say I’m very fond of Madama Butterfly myself.”)

– Jin who has shown nothing but tremendous kindness to Roberto from the moment they met in the train terminal. Jin, who Roberto has only known personally for less than twenty hours and is desperately trying impress, and keep face in front of him at the very minimum. (Jin, who had smiled at Roberto with as much kindness as either of his sons after a single conversation; who had welcomed him into the family – immediately, as Roberto would find out from the paperwork he would receive a few weeks later – Jin, who had insisted Roberto call him by his given name, insisting that any other title would be too stuffy and that one “Hiraga” was more than enough.) (And Hiraga, his lovely partner Hiraga, had made an undecipherable expression upon realizing he was now the only one being referred to by surname.) Ryouta and Jin are only separated from them by a glass door; Hiraga’s delicate hands are currently worming their way through the layers of blanket and underclothes to Roberto’s skin and he can’t— “Hiraga…!”

We can’t, Roberto needs to tell him, not here. No matter how much his body desires, blood thrumming through his veins at the proximity he has barely had enough days to get used to, if at all– since Hiraga kissed him on the stroke of midnight as the crowds on the television in front of them began screaming in celebration, soft mouth pressing against Roberto’s frozen smile, still with surprise and fear, buried underneath the building euphoria – since Hiraga took his bare hand a day later, telling him “My family is coming to Italy to celebrate with us; won’t you join me?” And Roberto hadn’t known what to do with the burst of adrenaline that sent his heart pounding loud enough to drown out Hiraga’s soft explanations of travel plans and cheap hotel rooms post-holiday season – since Hiraga had shown up at his door at 5:50 in the morning, dressed casually but smartly as he usually did on their days off together, taken one look at the circles under Roberto’s eyes and dragged him back to bed (where they had laid together and Roberto hadn’t managed much rest at all when they were forced to rise or be late to Rome) – since touching Hiraga to his heart’s desire became allowed, and now Roberto feels the precarious grip on his self-control he has clung to all this time begin to slip. “Roberto…” comes Hiraga’s voice, cutting quietly through the night air. Rome is much more crowded than the Vatican. Booking a room on an upper floor has its advantages, Roberto muses in an attempt to distract himself from the warmth and pressure at his back. The night view is rather enchanting, what with the colorful array of lights spreading out in the distance. “Roberto..!” Hiraga calls more insistently this time, startling Roberto out of his reverie. He is not accustomed to being ignored, and Roberto must apologize. A kiss to his spine signals that he is forgiven. Roberto lets out a sigh in response. “Bend down please,” Hiraga murmurs at his back, and Roberto reflexively complies. As he slowly hunches over the railing, Hiraga’s lips find the back of his neck. Roberto shivers, not out of cold alone. Each kiss leaves a trail of ice in its wake, as Hiraga makes his way down the slope of one shoulder, then the other. His fingers are occupied with Roberto’s buttons, and as they slowly come undone, more and more skin is revealed to the biting wind, immediately covered by Hiraga’s eager mouth. After some time, Hiraga begins to tire of this, and slips both arms under Roberto’s shirt. He cannot supress a whimper. Thus spurred on, Hiraga’s hands come to rest on his bare chest, caressing him lightly. Still, there is intent behind each stroke, and as one hand flits over his hardened nipple, the other slips lower, stroking the curves of Roberto’s torso and muscles as it descends down his stomach. “…ah… Hiraga, w-wait…” Roberto stifles a gasp as a fingertip brushes the skin along his waistband. Don’t stop, he contradicts himself internally. Please don’t let go of me. He wonders if Hiraga can hear him anyway, intuiting his desires, but reluctantly, Hiraga’s hands do come to a halt before pulling away entirely. “Nnn…!” Roberto lets out unintentionally. The movement of Hiraga’s arms has caused the blanket to shift, leaving his upper body uncovered, bare from the shoulders where Hiraga had worried at the skin with his lips. They are only apart for a few moments, though it is enough for a sudden draft to send him shivering. Hiraga struggles with something behind him. “It’s alright,” Hiraga soothes, “It’s alright. Roberto.” He returns with the blanket, fumbling to wrap it snuggly around the two of them together. Roberto begins to find this struggle endearing as his bare skin is covered once more, although Hiraga’s comfort takes priority. He twists around slightly intending to take over, but Hiraga’s palms come to rest on his shoulder blades, stopping him halfway. “Let me please,” he chastens. Who is Roberto to say no? “Alright,” he allows. He strains to keep still, as his instincts urge him to turn around, to take Hiraga into his arms and keep him there indefinitely. If only, if only… Hiraga’s fussing continues on, and Roberto’s left hand is captured by both of Hiraga’s during the struggle, right hand bracing them both against the railing. Their entwined limbs are somehow even colder – an uncomfortable cold Roberto cannot shake off when Hiraga’s fingers glide away to continue tucking the sheet elsewhere. He struggles to shake his hand free – an attempt to bring it up to his lips and warm it with his breath – but when his hand emerges from the tangle, Roberto’s eyes immediately zero in on the metal band settled snugly around his finger. Behind him, Hiraga has stilled; finished fiddling with the blanket then, or waiting for Roberto’s reaction? A quick glance tells him that the sheet is stretched taut around his chest, already beginning to slide down and bringing his unbuttoned shirt with it. Hiraga is a priest; he has, then, undoubtedly attended the same classes Roberto has, and Roberto aches, aches, to believe that not even Hiraga would mistake the significance of putting a ring. on someone’s. left.

(ring finger) He desperately wants to see what expression Hiraga is wearing at the moment, but his partner’s face is currently buried between Roberto’s shoulder blades, showing no signs of emerging. His own face must look something scary, for Roberto can feel himself start to tear up, wind attacking him mercilessly and deepening the ache. Roberto struggles to rotate his upper body, disturbing Hiraga’s careful wrapping and unsettling his hiding spot. With this new angle, his hip is digging into the metal bars of the railing. Roberto pays it no mind, cupping Hiraga’s cheeks and bringing their gazes level. Hiraga is flushed, eyes darting left and right before slowly looking up at Roberto through his long lashes. His chin is lowered, and he is biting his lip. Goodness, how many times must he be told not to, Roberto thinks with a level of fondness. He reaches out to free Hiraga’s poor lip with his left arm, and both of their eyes are drawn to the shining ring. Hiraga lets out a deep breath. “I,” Hiraga falters, looks away. “Is it… alright now? That is, to…” His voice is soft from embarrassment, but hope shines through in his gaze, drilling holes into Roberto’s breastbone. Roberto cannot tear his eyes away. He gently calls for Hiraga’s attention, and Hiraga jerks his head up, making eye contact. Roberto can spot the moment Hiraga begins to panic, eyes dilating in alarm – after all, Hiraga has always been weak to crying, and Roberto has felt the urge to bawl building since that precious celebratory kiss. “Yes,” Roberto breathes, somewhat tearfully. “I could never say no to you.” Hiraga makes to wipe Roberto’s eyes, but pauses halfway. Roberto can only hold still, anticipation rising with each passing second…… until Hiraga raises himself on his toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, fisting the fabric pooled at Roberto’s waist. *** Hiraga’s lips flutter around the shell of Roberto’s ear, and he whines, softly. He can feel Hiraga, pressing into his hip unashamedly. He craves it, has been craving it maybe since they began their partnership, when Roberto began to feel like the hole in his chest could possibly be filled by the presence of this wonderful man. But right now, they’re outside and clearly visible to anyone who might happen to be watching. The alternative is a room containing the two people he wishes to impress the most, Hiraga’s family. There is no escape. And what about preparation? He hasn’t, oh heavens, hasn’t cleaned, has nothing to ease the slide of Hiraga inside of him, and what if it chafes? Hiraga would hurt, and they’d never attempt it again out of fear, and maybe regret – And what of their respective positions? Caught up by the mood, Roberto has forgotten – or purposefully put aside, as he can never truly forget – what of their vows? Hiraga has told him, the moment reality and dread set in after the midnight kiss, that the Church and God are separate; that God will forgive them this, will grant them this much, that love is beautiful in all forms. He’d quoted scripture and philosophies en masse and while Roberto had been struggling to wrap his aching head and heart around them, daring to hope, he’d forgotten to consider why Hiraga had done so much research. Now, it was all coming back to bite him. Not yet, his heart whimpers. We can’t, not until – until what? Will discussing his deepest fears quell the clamour in his heart, the noise that has refused to subside through time and effort? Hiraga bites down, drawing Roberto out of his spiralling thoughts. His ear stings pleasantly, Hiraga soothing the bite with tiny licks. Not wanting his dismay to be noticed, Roberto turns fully away, grasping the rail with a quiet click from the ring. If Hiraga has noticed anything, he stays quiet, only pressing even closer, throbbing length nudging the backs of Roberto’s legs. Ah. What if he took me like this?

And Roberto imagines Hiraga, slick between his thighs, hidden from any prying eyes by the folds of the sheet carefully draped around their waists. He visualizes the slide, smooth and warm, and aches in empathy. He’d have to cover his face, hide his expression, his tears borne from enjoyment and desire. He keens softly, and Hiraga’s arms tighten around his torso. “Roberto,” Hiraga pants, breathing rather heavily. “Let me see your face please.” And Roberto’s plans go out the figurative window .“…Alright,” he swallows, grasping the blanket and desperately trying to compose his expression while Hiraga manoeuvres him eagerly until they are face-to-face. He ducks his head, and Hiraga takes the opportunity, pushing forward until their lips meet tenderly in their first proper kiss of the night. It does not last nearly long enough. Roberto is left to savour the taste of Hiraga on his lips as Hiraga’s mouth wanders, destination clearly in mind. Roberto’s body takes this moment to remind him that a certain areahas been lacking attention; with a cry, his lower body jerks forward when Hiraga’s teeth brush the spot where jaw meets neck. His front, bulging prominently, hits something – Hiraga’s leg? – and he rushes to apologize. “Ah..Hiraga! I’m sorry—ahh!” Unbothered, Hiraga continues to move lower, shifting his stance until they are touching, chest to groin to thigh. Roberto can’t help but moan at the pressure, their hardness aligned as much as possible with their differences in height. Hiraga rolls his hips forward, lips buried in the crook of Roberto’s neck. Roberto presses his face to Hiraga’s hair. He cannot stifle the outpouring of groans and embarrassing noises he is producing in the face of such intense pleasure. “Ngh, aah… Hiraga, Hiraga, Hiraga…” Hiraga’s name is a litany of pleas on Roberto’s lips. Hiraga shudders in euphoria, rubbing their hips together. Calling his name in return. “Roberto...!” Hiraga pulls away, and the feeling of loss on Roberto’s neck is palpable, but then Hiraga presses their foreheads together and the pang is instantly soothed. Hiraga’s hand scrabbles with the too-tight front of Roberto’s pants. “May I? Please, I, oh, please allow me this…” he pleads, and Roberto has hardly breathed his assent before Hiraga is reaching into his undergarments and pulling him out rather hastily. But it’s enough, more than, even. “….Ah!” Roberto exclaims, head falling back. It’s been a very, very long time since he has touched himself this way; as little faith as he held in his own lifestyle, something about living up to Hiraga’s ideals (or so he imagined) had prevented him from indulging in this particular pleasure, at least in his conscious moments. In his sleep, he might be graced with Hiraga’s warmth only to regret his weakness in the morning, then spend days repenting. Or, he would find himself absently wondering about the stretch of his jaw when contemplating food, imagining the sensation of something inside him when cleaning the bidet (or using it). He’d promptly banish these thoughts, face flushed and guilt building, but. It was impossible to repress his sinful desires for long before they would surface, often at the most inconvenient of times. However, now he is keenly feeling the aftermath of abstaining. The pleasure is all-consuming. His body is ready to give in, limbs wound up tense, focus narrowed in on the tightness and particular sensation of Hiraga’s fist. But he cannot give in, not without giving something in return, not without seeing the rapture he is experiencing reflected in Hiraga’s own self. “Let me,” he rasps, fumbling towards Hiraga’s own straining erection. Hiraga sighs in response, pushing up into Roberto’s palm the moment he is freed. His free arm searches out Roberto’s, and Roberto starts as Hiraga winds their fingers together, jostling the cool metal around his ring finger already warming up in response to Hiraga’s touch. Hands clasped, they tug on each other frantically, racing to completion yet not awaiting the finish. “Roberto…” Hiraga exhales, smiling up at him. The city lights aren’t bright enough for Roberto to make out his eyes with their usual clarity, but they shine nonetheless. Hiraga is beautiful no matter where he is, Roberto reflects, and he leans in to capture that beauty for a fleeting moment. Hiraga kisses enthusiastically, all lips and tongue, and Roberto is content to let himself be kissed, thoroughly. Were this the private fantasy of his dreams, or the corner of his mind he dares not allow his mind to wander, he would take Hiraga’s jaw in hand and show him delicacy. Gentle, slow, yet warm… except, crouching on this freezing balcony, Hiraga is his only source of warmth, and Roberto desires his heat from his toes to his mouth to the depths of his core.

It is, he considers with what little sanity that remains, all too much. Hiraga has barely had his hands and lips on him, and Roberto is already at his limit, approaching climax at an alarming rate; he cannot spare anymore thoughts for the eyes that might be on them, whether it be the smoker from the hotel across the way, or even innocent Ryouta, who would surely come to resent him should he catch the two of them in such a compromising position. Roberto defiling his precious older brother – The sudden glare that blinds him even through his half-closed lids is regrettably not due to their climaxes. Roberto pulls away, however reluctantly, from Hiraga’s demanding kisses, letting go of Hiraga (to their mutual dismay) in order to lift the blanket even higher. He squeezes their entwined hands in apology; thankfully Hiraga does not respond by tightening his hand where it rests around Roberto.

The least he can do is shield Hiraga’s body from sight, as he scrambles for a way to do damage control, although the situation is not promising. Against him, Hiraga is pliant but confused as he tries to figure out where Roberto’s attention has gone. It takes a few, loaded moments before his attention is directed to the room behind him. By fault of pleasure or exhaustion, Roberto is not sure, his eyes take what feels like minutes to adjust. What had seemed blinding a few moments before is only a small lamp, mounted next to an empty armchair where Ryouta had curled up for the evening despite the inviting bed beside him. Jin takes up half of said bed now, spread out on top of the sheets and still in his day clothes. He doesn’t seem to have moved from where Roberto had last seen him before heading outside, unsure if pulling the blankets up around him would be too much, or. Well. All the more he should leave them be, before he intruded too much, Roberto had reasoned, then promptly fled to the balcony. Roberto stiffens as he spots Ryouta exit the bathroom, rubbing his eyes blearily and looking very much half-asleep. More or less relaxed, Hiraga leans against his chest, exuding more calm than Roberto feels as Ryouta climbs onto the bed and settles in next to his father. They observe silently for a little longer, perhaps bound by some mutual understanding built after years of partnership, watching him slip deeper into sleep. The lamp is left forgotten. Hiraga is the first to break the silence, laughing softly. He turns back to Roberto, looking pleased. “Roberto,” he begins. “Shall we head inside? So you don’t fall ill.”

How he is so unruffled when they were nearly caught in the act, Roberto cannot fathom. Still, he would hate to ruin the moment, to burst the bubble with whys and what ifs. Steeling himself, he leans in to rest their heads together. Moving their coupling into the room where Hiraga’s family is sleeping is unthinkable, and the inevitable end to their encounter if they do go inside hurts just as much. Hiraga’s hand is hot and fidgeting around him, and a distant part of Roberto is ashamed that his erection has not flagged in the slightest. Not yet. I don’t want this to end yet. “Hiraga,” Roberto tells him. “Please…don’t stop.” And with that, Roberto gently grabs Hiraga’s length, bringing them together; the heat of them combined is electric. He can hardly keep his eyes open wide enough to take in the details of Hiraga’s beautiful face: eyelids fluttering, mouth gasping, bangs sticking to his face with what must be a cold sweat. “Roberto…hnngh…” Hiraga groans, letting go and allowing Roberto to take care of bringing them over the edge. Roberto is infinitely grateful that Hiraga, intentionally or not, takes the blanket in hand briefly before allowing his free hand to roam around Roberto’s bare chest once more. It’s much warmer without the slick from their pre-cum freezing in the breeze. Hiraga’s hand wanders up to Roberto’s right cheek, pulling him back in for another kiss. He licks into Roberto’s mouth, tongue wandering up and down teeth, along the roof of his mouth, and twining their tongues together. The intensity of it all brings Roberto right back to the precipice he had been teetering on the edge of not long before. It’s all he can do to keep stroking them, although admittedly Hiraga thrusting against him is doing much more than the periodic buckling of his own hips. “Hiraga, Hiraga…” he whispers into the kiss, and Hiraga sucks Roberto’s tongue into his mouth. “Nnn…” When Hiraga pulls away, Roberto follows. The next words he speaks are against Roberto’s lips. “Roberto,” Hiraga forces out. “Please.” His voice takes on a deeper timbre, lower than Roberto has ever hear from him. It’s incredibly attractive, just as much as the near-growl that comes out next. “Please,” “call my name.” Roberto’s heart lurches. (And oh, if this hasn’t been building all day, since he’d caught Hiraga staring at them wistfully) (“Here, Roberto-nii-san!” “Thank you Ryouta-kun.”) ( “Has Kou been giving you much trouble, Roberto-kun?” “Not too much, Jin-san. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Right, Hiraga?”) ( “Onii-san, your expression is scary…”) A swell of affection rises in him, and Roberto presses his lips to Hiraga’s ear before he whispers, “Kou.” The effect is instantaneous; Hiraga cries out, jerks his hips into Roberto’s hand, and squeezes Roberto’s other palm. The ring digs into his skin, and the reminder that Hiraga had gotten him a ring paired with the sudden, aggressive crash of lips on his is enough to knock enough awareness into him. Oh, Roberto thinks, feeling somewhat removed. This isn’t a dream.

He’s embracing (making love to?) Hiraga for the first time; the thought consumes him, sends his eyes watering, and his body chooses that moment to give in. *** Roberto is vaguely conscious of Hiraga calling his name during his release. When Hiraga captures his lips once more, softly this time, he feels himself returning to the present. Hiraga pulls away gradually. “Have you come back to me yet?” he murmurs, and the words are endearing enough that Roberto kisses him again, and again, until his cooling body interrupts, and he must pull away to stifle a sneeze. “Oh, Roberto,” Hiraga says dreamily. Roberto stares at him. “You were so beautiful when you came.” Roberto cannot help the flush that rises to his cheeks, his ears, and quite possibly his neck too. The tears he has been holding in all night decide to overflow, much to his embarrassment. “Aah, uuuu…” Roberto turns his head to the side, extricating his left hand from Hiraga’s grasp to cover his face. Surprisingly, Hiraga lets him, and does not startle at the sight of his tears. Instead, he wraps both arms around Roberto’s waist and holds him close.

It’s warm. What is also warm – and somehow still not deflating – is Hiraga’s member, still grasped in Roberto’s grip with his own, softening and growing oversensitive, length. Hiraga has not come yet. Staring at the crown of Hiraga’s head, Roberto’s muddled mind reaches this conclusion much too slowly. Mustn’t it be painful? Why hadn’t he said – this is Hiraga, selfless to a fault. Of course he hadn’t said anything. Roberto must take care of him. It’s partially a selfish desire: what face would Hiraga make, trembling in the arms of ecstasy? How would his limbs tense, back arch, expression contort? Would he come with Roberto’s name on his lips, begging for a kiss, or for release? Roberto needs to find out. “Hiraga,” he says, letting go of them at last. Hiraga whimpers, face still hidden in Roberto’s chest. “Hiraga,” he tries again, this time moving to release Hiraga’s tight grip around his back. Hiraga does not give. “Yes yes,” he wants to laugh, but settles for pressing a kiss to Hiraga’s hair part, then suddenly drops to his knees. Hiraga’s hands, now left grasping at empty air, immediately find purchase in Roberto’s curls. Roberto takes a second to look up at him, framed by several lights from surrounding buildings and the clear night sky. Hiraga has always looked lovely, but this view of him, hair and clothing disheveled, zip opened and framing his aching hardness, staring down at Roberto with eyes filled with something he desperately wishes is love, this view of him is nothing short of angelic. He commits the view to memory as he leans forward to nuzzle Hiraga’s shaft. “Roberto…” Hiraga sounds dazed. Roberto’s tongue darts out to lick along a protruding vein, and Hiraga’s hips buck forward. “Roberto!” But Roberto gives him no time to apologize. He takes the head – that had only nudged his cheek – into his mouth, and sucks. Hiraga hisses, fingers tightening in his hair. “R-Roberto…it’s aaah… so w-warm…” Hiraga stutters, hips moving erratically. Roberto’s hands reach up from where they grip Hiraga’s thighs to trace his protruding hipbones. Remembering himself, Roberto’s dominant hand dips down to cup, then gently tug on Hiraga’s balls. Hiraga sighs. They are already wound close to his body; is he close? More than likely, Roberto assumes. While Hiraga has been surprising him left and right recently, the idea of Hiraga getting himself off frequently enough to build up a decent amount of stamina is still improbable, at best. Roberto mulls this over while taking Hiraga further into his mouth, redirecting his line of sight low enough to ensure his lips stayed folded over his teeth. Hiraga is part of the science division, and Roberto would not be surprised at this point if their personal doctrine concerning abstinence is less strict than what is expected by the Church. For ah, health reasons, perhaps. After all, the human body is designed for periodic release and tension does build up. But Hiraga is not good at taking care of his own needs, Roberto muses as he bobs his head. Hiraga cries out his name above him. Occasionally perchance, but Hiraga touching himself with any degree of frequency is about as unbelievable as Hiraga having a wedding night… and Roberto’s pace falters as the band on his finger grows unbelievably heavy. Hiraga strokes through Roberto’s hair, and it serves as a reminder to concentrate on his task. Thoughts of how Hiraga gets himself off, and what Hiraga’s intentions are should be saved for later, in the privacy of his home. Or, ah, bed. Roberto makes a questioning sound, almost as if to say does it feel good? and Hiraga groans before telling him yes, of course--oh!.. yes, very much so--ahhh... If only he could take him all the way down, Roberto despairs, but his jaw is already nearing its limits. He swallows in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure – but this must feel incredibly good, as Hiraga’s hands clench in a vice grip. His hips pick up the pace and Roberto keeps himself still as to let Hiraga take his pleasure. Roberto, Roberto, Roberto….. Hiraga calls out his name over and over, and Roberto wishes for this to last just a little longer. Hiraga’s hips stutter, and Roberto takes over as best he can, until he can taste Hiraga’s release pouring down his throat. He comes rather silently, Roberto notices, staring up at the long line of Hiraga’s throat. His expression is hidden by his chin and his hair, Roberto observes regretfully. Either way, he is still the most beautiful sight Roberto has ever laid eyes upon. He keeps his lips fastened around Hiraga until he has emptied himself. Roberto gently licks him clean before pulling off and swallowing the load. He stays on his knees, staring up at Hiraga and gently stroking his legs until Hiraga comes back to himself, looks down at Roberto in awe and tugs on him lightly until Roberto gets to his feet. Hiraga leans against him as Roberto wipes first his hand, then Hiraga’s softening shaft with the dirtied blanket. Hiraga’s warmth is akin to a fire, and Roberto basks in it (being outside shirtless in January means it is most likely his sense of temperature that is off). He won’t regret anything if he gets sick, although maybe if either of them had had more presence of mind, they would have made better use of the now-sticky blanket. Hiraga takes hold of a corner to wipe up the small smear he made under Roberto’s eye. Roberto tries to tidy them up as best he can, tucking them carefully inside their underwear, closing buttons and zippers and hiding skin once more. And combing through hair (or at least Hiraga’s; with the way Hiraga had been tugging on his own, he’s not sure he can face the damage without a mirror or two). He leaves his shirt half-buttoned, only for the way Hiraga’s gaze lingers (dare he say, appreciatively). Thus groomed, Hiraga leans in to kiss him. Roberto quickly reaches up to place three fingers on Hiraga’s lips. “Nn?” Hiraga looks up at him in surprise, thrown off. “I, I just…” Roberto does not know how to put this into words without embarrassing himself even further. He settles for pointing at his throat. “Swallowed..” Expression determined, Hiraga reaches up with unexpected strength, pulling Roberto’s fingers away and sticking his tongue inside Roberto’s mouth. He licks him more thoroughly than before, and Roberto is helpless to stop him, mind blank. “It’s alright,” Hiraga tells him as he pulls away, wiping a suspicious wetness off his bottom lip with his thumb. (Roberto doesn’t want to know.) “Of course I don’t mind that. I love you.” In the silence, neither of them expect the second deluge of tears of the night. Ashamed, Roberto prays for the earth to swallow him up. Maybe then, he can spend eternity contemplating Hiraga’s revelation, or giving thanks for this encounter. And then plead for a second. Hiraga leads Roberto, sobbing silently, inside. If the constantly-changing temperatures don’t make him sick, maybe dehydration will. He decides to turn a blind-eye to the blanket dumped on the floor between the empty bed and the wall – he does not have the energy to deal with it now. It is only when Hiraga pulls Roberto into his lap on the unoccupied bed that Roberto remembers his resolve to leave the family their privacy. It quickly crumbles faced with the stream of uninterrupted tears. Roberto is quick to hide his face in Hiraga’s arms. Hiraga strokes his head for as long as it takes Roberto to reign himself in. When his shoulders cease their trembling, at last Hiraga speaks: “Roberto? Did I do something wrong?... Have you, come to hate me?” Roberto’s head snaps up immediately. “No!” He takes a deep breath, and reminds himself to speak quietly as to not wake up the rest of the room. Hiraga’s face is already showing signs of relief.

“Of course not,” he continues in a whisper. “How could you think that? I,” and here Roberto pauses. This is not the ideal place to confess. Hiraga deserves much, much more than a sobbing mess and a soiled sheet on a cold balcony in an unfamiliar room, but. But.

Hiraga has given him so much today. (A confession, a ring, an experience of family. A hand, a mouth, and pleasure Roberto could never put into words.) It’s not fair to keep him waiting still.

“I love you more than anything,” Roberto confesses to him quietly. “I will never, ever come to hate you. I promise.” Hiraga smiles up at him, eyes glittering. “I know!” That throws Roberto off. “Eh?” Hiraga’s grin is infectious. “You told me earlier, when you, ah…” Hiraga’s eyes dart over to where his brother and father lie sleeping. He meets Roberto’s eyes, blushing slightly but with a playful smile. Roberto cannot believe his ears.

“I did?” Hiraga nods happily. “Ah. I see. How unfortunate,” Roberto continues. “I had hoped to remember at least that much.”

Hiraga nestles up to him, seemingly unphased. “It’s alright. I’d be happy to hear it again.”

And with that, every unsettled feeling in Roberto’s heart is swept away.

(I love you, he whispers, and will continue to all night, face hidden in Hiraga’s hair.)

Hiraga wipes away the wet streaks that adorn his face. They take a blanket from their own bed to cover Jin and Ryouta, lost in slumber. The lamp is switched off. The used blanket is adequately hidden, and Roberto washes his face while Hiraga dries his hands. Roberto runs his fingers through his hair, though it is likely a lost cause.

Once they’re done, Roberto allows Hiraga to tug him into their own bed with no complaints. He embraces him tightly.

“Hey,” Roberto whispers to him. “Let’s go buy your ring soon, alright?”

“Make,” Hiraga corrects sleepily, and Roberto is once again sent reeling. He holds Hiraga as he falls asleep, whispering promises of love, and tries to pray, to offer what thanks he can to God for this blessing. (The next day is truly just as exciting: Jin and Ryouta wake up disoriented but happy when they see the couple embracing in their sleep, Roberto discovers that his ring is gold – he won’t find the inscription within until they get home – and Hiraga gets flustered when Roberto calls him “Kou” in front of everyone. Hiraga gets teased about his new, form-fitting wardrobe much to Roberto’s delight, Jin tries to teach them all about adoption processes and family registries in Japan – to everyone but Hiraga’s confusion – and Roberto nearly damages something when he finds several red marks covering his nape, in plain view despite his shirt collar.)

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Prism Rush Main Story Episode 2 Chapter 3

Beyond the Rainbow!! -sparkling acceleration to spring-

Episode 2: Our Love is DRAMATIC ♥ #3

First Previous Chapter

Translator’s notes: OH boy I have a lot to say about this one please bear with me. The first half of this chapter is nearly identical to the plot of the bonus animated drama which came as a DVD extra for the first movie. They both have Yu (after much difficulty) writing the melody for Dramatic Love and then everyone coming up with the lyrics in the bath, so it’s safe to assume that’s canon haha. They both even have that weird part with Taiga and the apple! Taiga is from Aomori prefecture, which is famous for apples. Apples are also associated with Hiro, and although I don’t think Taiga has anything against Hiro specifically, Hiro does represent the exact kind of flashy, girl pleasing type of Prism Show Taiga can’t stand. There is a joke in there somewhere!! But it’s not quite fleshed out, so maybe that’s why it’s never been brought up again.

By translating this chapter I was also tricked into translating some of the lyrics to Dramatic Love, which is something I have both always wanted to do but have also always dreaded. I just don’t think I can do the song justice… at all. I didn’t even have to think about it though because I just straight away wrote down the translation that has always been in my head for over two years. And yet!! Still!!! AHHH!!!

Yu’s line about “red string” references the Japanese idea that soul mates are connected by red string. The significance of him singing that line has to do with the fact that both Ito and Kouji have Prism Jumps using red string. Also, for those of you who may not have known, the Japanese word for string is… “ito.”

Yukinojo: Yu’s been in that same pose for hours…. is he OK?

Leo: Hello-hello! Is anyone home… huh?! He’s sleeping with his eyes open?!

Taiga: *yawn* Is dinner ready yet?

Yu: Shut up shut up shut up!! If you guys have this much free time, how about you stop standing around and help me?!

Shin: Well, I’m sure we’d all like to, but what exactly is there for us to do?

Yu: Hmm… let’s see. I know! You guys can write the lyrics! I have already finalized the melody, so I can leave the rest up you!

Yukinojo: What a good idea.

Kakeru: Yeah! That’s not bad at all!

Minato: I agree!

Shin: Oh, this will be neat!

Leo: Can we hear the song?

Yu: I’ll play it on piano… hold on a sec.

(Dramatic Love instrumental plays.)

It goes something like this.

Kakeru: Wow, you really did it!

Shin: It’s great! But that reminds me, I’m pretty bad at writing stuff.

Minato: What kind of lyrics should we write?

Leo: Eheh! Ahem. I think we should focus on writing a song that will make girls’ hearts throb!

Kakeru: That’s it, chan-Leo! Nice idea!

Taiga: …I’ll pass, I’m out of here.

Minato: If you don’t listen, I’m going to get an apple….

Shin: What are you talking about?

Minato: Kougami hates the sound of biting through the skin of an apple. Like… thiiiiiis.

Taiga: C… CUT IT OUT….! O…okay I’ll help with the stupid song! Uhhh I mean, I’d be delighted to help! Just put down the apple!

Minato: Thank you. Good boy.

Yukinojo: Okay then it’s settled! We’ll all work together to make a heart-pounding love song!

Shin: Yeah!

(Later)

Shin: Ahhh… the water’s nice. Wait a minute, why are we all taking a bath again?

Yukinojo: When one has trouble brainstorming ideas sometimes it’s best to relax for a bit in order to get the creative juices flowing.

Yu: Is that why you guys are here?! To avoid work?!

Shin: Yu… you’re here with us too…

Yukinojo: A love song…

Leo: How should we write the lyrics….

Minato: I get ideas so quickly when writing a recipe, but this…

Yu: Shin! Do something!

Shin: Umm… I’d like to… but….

Yukinojo: How about we each take turns thinking of glowing phrases.

Kakeru: Oh! Let’s try!

Leo: Good idea!

Shin: Let’s do it!

Yu: …..Fine.

Minato: And you agree too, right Kougami?

Taiga: Yeah yeah, I got it.

Yukinojo: Okay. Shin, you go first.

Shin: What! Why me?! …Well…. From the first day I learned about Prism Shows… Just thinking about when I first met Louis, and how he and everything around him looked at that moment…. surrounded by fireflies glittering in rainbow colors… It was so beautiful…. “When I see something beautiful, I want to meet you…”

Kakeru: Ohh! Amazing, amazing! Shin-chawan you’re something all right!

Yukinojo: I’ll go next. …. “When I am next to you, the scenery shines 100 times brighter!”

Leo: That sounds like just your style, Yuki-sama. That was wonderful!

Kakeru: My turn! “If there ever comes a day when we are apart…

Minato: “… You don’t need to worry.”

Yu: I’ll take it from here. “I’ll travel by our red string to find you.”

Minato: Kougami, we’re all looking at you.

Taiga: …….. “We’llconnectbytelepathy..”

Kakeru: Taiga-kyun! I didn’t know such lovely words could come out of that mouth!

Taiga: S… shut up!

Leo: Okay, I’ll go. “I hope we can meet with just the two of us in a dream.”

Shin: Wow! That’s great! This is so great! Okay, here I go. “On your smiling face…”

Yu: “I can find all the PRISM of the world!” Now, I’ve got the chorus

“You are the wind who takes my breath away. Going….” Now, everyone together! Ready… go!

(At Hijiri’s office)

Hijiri: It looks like everyone’s making great progress on preparing for the Christmas show.

Shin: Yeah! We all worked together to create lyrics for the song Yu-kun wrote!

Yu: All I have to do is finish the arrangement.

Hijiri: I see. Well, let’s work on the other stuff. Shin, could you help me scout a good venue?

Shin: Okay!

Taiga: I’ll start thinking of the dance moves to go with Yu’s song. I don’t want us to be just standing there singing like dorks.

Leo: Okay, then I’ll work on our outfits. We could have something like matching suits, with different colored corsages… Oooh! I’m getting so excited just thinking about it!

Shin: You’re going to make us outfits, Leo-kun? I’ll really look forward to seeing them!

Yukinojo: I’ll take care of the atmosphere. You can’t call it a performance if the audience is not engaged. Using elements from kabuki theater, I’ll think of different ways to dress up the visuals so the audience can be truly enthralled.

Kakeru: Well then, I’ll handle the publicity. I’ll make a PR video of everyone and upload it to the internet. How’s about that?

Leo: A PR video! That sounds so cool!

Kakeru: Minatocchi, what are you going to do?

Minato: I…

Yu: I won’t be eating or drinking anything until I finish arranging the song. So could you make me dinner for later?

Minato: ….. Of course, of course. I’ll have a nice, hot dinner waiting for you.

Kakeru: … Minatocchi…?

(In the dining room/kitchen)

Minato: Well, the stew is simmering… what to do now?

Kakeru; W-w-woah! The stew is boiling over!

Minato: O-oh! Sorry! I… just got distracted!

Kakeru: Geez, are you OK? Well, can I have a taste…? Hmm… it’s kind of boiled down isn’t it…

Minato: You’re right. I’ll have to start over again. Everyone’s dinner has gone to waste…

Kakeru: You seem kind of boiled down yourself, Minatocchi. It’s not like you to fail at cooking something.

Minato: No, I’m….

Kakeru: It’s not good to bottle things up on your own. If you’re willing to talk to me, I’ll listen.

Minato: Kazuo… Thank you. The truth is, I have been thinking about what I can do to help. Ichijo is the one who always encourages everyone along, and now everyone is using their skills to do great things. But… what can I do for Edel Rose…

Kakeru: Minatocchi….

Minato: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push this on you.

Kakeru: …Well, time’s up! Everyone off the worry train!

Minato: Huh?!

Kakeru: As they say in the business world, worries should be kept to a minimum! If you have time to worry, you have plenty of time to be put to better use! I heard that on TV.

Minato: But…

Kakeru: If you spend all your time bottling things up and never even try to take any kind of a first step, you won’t get anywhere. Yeah?

Minato: ….Yeah. Kazuo you may be right.

Kakeru. Of course I am! These are the words of future brilliant CEO, so you have to believe them!

Minato: Even though you always look like you’re just fooling around, you really are serious.

Kakeru: Huh?

Minato: You’re always watching out for everyone, so you’re sensitive to anything that changes and always worried about us. Kazuo, you are really such a kind person.

Kakeru; N… not really…! I just told you what happened to be on my mind that’s all…!

…Hey wait, I’m not Kazuo! My name is KA-KE-RU!

Minato: Ehehe. Sorry, sorry.

Yu: Hey….

Minato: Suzuno! You look like a mess! Are you alright?

Yu: …The song… is finished!!

Next Chapter.

#i love how leo is the only one who thinks of actually doing something for their female fans #i love how everyone's just like shin do something #i love them #king of prism #kinpri #get ready for some rare pair kakeru and minato #but when you think about it kakeru and minato must have some kind of special relationship #since kakeru is the only one minato calls by his first name #even though it's the wrong one hahah #but they are in the same grade so that's probably why #.....oh and.... the first line in dramatic love.... is shin thinking about louis....#skfljsllsgjljglk

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annsparksthegmr · 7 years

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Dangan Thieves AU - Sonia Nevermind

So here’s the lovely Ultimate Princess of the Dangan Thieves AU and… *face plants onto desk* As much as Sonia is a likable character she is more of a pain to write simply because of her “perfect character.” I had to rewrite this like… four times just so it felt like this could possibly be Sonia Nevermind and not somebody else. Why is her character designed to be nearly like a Mary Sue at points? Couldn’t she just have a few more notable ones or did I overlook them?

…

Anyway, Sonia Nevermind position as the main party Support member came from my chat with @shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl and we came to the conclusion we’d at least have two members taking that role (Being Sonia and Mahiru). As for her Persona, I’d like to thank @killr-cupcake for suggesting ideas for the Persona - and helping me narrow down the list. Though after Sonia I’m going to take a break from characters and work on other things… like possible Palaces and Mementos stuff! Be sure to take tune for that and ENJOY!!!

Sonia Nevermind

Arcana: Empress

Codename: Enchantress

Outfit: A spiked crown rests upon her head as Sonia’s blonde hair is now in a long braided style. Around her neck is a golden dog whistle and it leads into a brown and golden transformer skirt dress. Wearing brown boots underneath, the accessories on her dress are golden roses pinned around her waistline alongside the smaller ones which are pinned to her leather gloves.

Mask: A Kai Ken dog designed mask.

Persona: Hecate. (Greek Goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, the moon, ghosts, and necromancy.) Note: Hecate takes the form of three-headed dog mecha which she can enter and pilot to avoid being targeted by enemies. Upon the second awakening, it is rebirth into a three-headed dog-dragon hybrid mecha and it can now actively use abilities while flying through the sky.

Skillset:

Short Reconnaissance - Can reveal the basic information about enemies after defeating them.

Sparking Justice - Donning the mask itself, she yells words of encouragement. Little apple projections surround the party as they get attack buffs.

Health Reserve - Recovers 5% HP after every battle.

Upgrades to

Health Assistance - Recovers 20% HP after each battle.

Midnight Slip - Taking off one of her slippers, she throws it onto her enemies as it grows in size. Pointing towards the falling slipper, her Persona’s mouths open to reveal missiles that fire to shatter the falling object. While this does minimal damage, it reduces the enemy's Accuracy/Evasion. There are also tons of profanities flying across the battlefield.

Energy Reserve - Recovers 5% SP after every battle.

Upgrade to

Energy Assistance - Recovers 10% SP after each battle.

Royal Decree - Removes all debuffs on the party as Sonia reads a scroll that released a wave of energy.

Bad Apple - Summoning a huge apple with a green aura, she tosses it into the middle of the field, where it falls apart. Allies can gain buffs to the Attack, Defense and/or Accuracy/Evasion and the enemies will suffer debuffs matching the boosts the part received. The buffs will come at random with small changes of getting all of the current buffs.

Bewitching Torch - Has a rare chance to fully recover the HP & SP of an ally.

*All-Out Attack Card: “Bow before your enchantress!” beside the enemies getting roasted by her Persona. Sonia is happily smiling with the catchphrase “Oops. Sorry about that!”

Persona Awakening Dialogue:

Hecate: “You’ve made me wait for so long as you hid behind your title? Do you finally understand now? That using your perfect image of being a princess can no longer protect you from the despair that plagues your soul every day. Everything you love will be robbed anyway if you do nothing… have you given into despair so easily?”

Sonia: “...I… No, I still haven’t lost hope yet. Everyone’s hope being butchered into despair here by a cruel soul… Now I truly believe what they’ve said. If only I had the strength to save them!”

Hecate: “...Your heart is as pure as your intentions may seem to be… there is hope in forging the contract with you. Together, we may yet strike a chance to waver the fate and your destiny into the one desired. The contract itself can be sealed now with your new found hope rekindled. I am thou, thou art I… Let your graceful facade shatter their vision and reveal to all the true passion you crafted!”

Sonia: “Of course. And I shall no longer be a subservient bystander to this madness!! This will end with all my might and it starts today! Time to shine forth! Hecate!”

Quotes:

“All hostiles have been annihilated. Well done everyone!”

“There appears to be a safe room up ahead. I advise that we all rest before continuing.”

“I’ve appeared to have gotten stronger!” (Level Up)

“My magic’s improved!” (Skill Up)

“That shimmering shine… Ace, we’ve got some treasure to get!”

“...Have we been in here longer than we should have? I’m getting some weird readings on my end. Be careful.”

“We are on a roll! Let’s keep going!!”

“Everyone is too badly injured; I suggest we retreat for now and recover Ace.”

“Hostile Shadows up ahead; will we engage or sneak by them?”

“Huh? Did you expose yourself by accident?” or “Look out! Hostiles coming!”

“Don’t waste yourself on these ones.”

“...Shadows up ahead are quite dangerous; perhaps we should sneak by?”

“Something’s amiss here; I suggest safety protocols before proceeding.”

“Congratulations everyone!”

“Our teamwork was on point.��

ENTERING A BATTLE VIA AMBUSH: “The odds are in our favor. Let’s keep it that way okay?”

GETTING AMBUSH: “We’re surrounded!!! Keep your guard up!”

RUSH: “Eliminate them all quickly!”

ENCOUNTERING THE REAPER: “Are you trying to face Death?! Flee at once!”

ATTEMPTING TO ESCAPE FROM BATTLE: “An escape route? I’ll see what I can do.”

PARTY MANAGES TO ESCAPE FROM BATTLE: “Retreat now; I’ve made an opening!”

AN ENEMY FLEES IN A PALACE: “What?! Pursue that Shadow before it raises security!!”

Short Reconnaissance: “I’ve made a record of the Shadow for future reference.”

Sparking Justice: “One morale boost coming up!”

Midnight Slip: “Oops I…” *proceeds to yell out profanities*

Royal Decree: “Cease these debuffs on my party immediately!”

Bad Apple: “Want something refreshing? Here you go!”

Bewitching Torch: “I’m dropping off some aid; who needs it most?”

WHEN SOMEONE’S HEALTH IS LOW: “Watch your health; one more move might end it all if not healed.”

WHEN SOMEONE’S INCAPACITATED: “Oh no! Somebody please help them!”

WHEN SOMEONE’S WEAKNESS IS EXPLOITED: “They found their weakness! Cover for them!”

WHEN SOMEONE MISSES: “Did you forget to aim for the target?! Be careful.”

PERFORMING 3 BATON PASSES IN SUCCESSION: “Excellent! This is just what we needed.”

ANNOUNCING ALL-OUT ATTACK: “Time for some execution!”

Burn: “...Do I smell something burning?!? Somebody put that out now!”

Freeze: “We don’t need a human popsicle! Somebody thaw them out!”

Shock: “They got paralyzed; they won’t be able to do anything until it is removed!”

Forget: “Why did you get this now? Help them to remember their Persona!”

Charm: “...Flirty with the enemy? Is that common in Japanese culture?”

Rage: “What are they doing? I can’t get through to them!?!”

Brainwash: “This isn’t good; they see us as the enemy! Break the sell please!”

Despair: “Somebody fell into Despair; somebody give them a pep talk before they lose it!”

Hunger: “Who forgot to have a snack? Get them some food stat!”

Dizzy: “This isn’t a merry-go-round ride! Get them back to normal quickly!”

Sleep: “Falling asleep on the battlefield? This is no time to take a nap!”

Silence: “Why have they gone silent? Somebody help them!”

Mouse: “Aw~ They look so adorable as a mouse~ I just want to pet and love them~!”

Mementos Chats:

“Not to seem inconsiderate Ace, but you’re driving... well… lacking in some places.”

“I’ve got to say; having a dog mecha as my Persona just like in those historical animations I used to watch is amazing! I wonder if I can find more of them…”

“Using a dog whistle to recollect my Persona is a bit awkward… but I can make do as long as I’m not in the fray.”

“Freeing the hearts of those inflicted by despair… that is what I wish of our accomplishments to amount towards.”

“Never once did I believe that a Dangan Thief would be this engaging. I can safely say that these memories I’ll never forget for the rest of my life!”

Sonia: “I’m impressed at how you’ve managed to make it for so long without somebody having a Persona like myself!”

Hinata: “Um… thanks, I guess?”

Hinata: “...Hold on, haven’t we been here before?”

Sonia: “Perhaps… then again most of this place looks the same to me…”

Sonia: “How peculiar that my Persona manifested so differently that I have to keep a dog whistle to control it… Huh?! What game are you playing?”

Chiaki: “Oh this? It’s one of those games where you take care of pets… just like this dog right here.”

Sonia: “Ah! Are you okay Heartbeat? Why are you laughing so much?”

Mikan: “Ehehe, s-sorry about that. I’m j-just having so much f-fun with e-everyone…”

Nagito: “Dearess Enchantress, your hope has truly been bountiful to our efforts. With your ravenous canine on our side, there is no way despair can stop us.”

Sonia: “Thank you… so much… I guess...”

Sonia: “Owl! I’m so delighted that we are working together. Tell me, are you up hanging out with us girl sometime? We’re planning a baking session.”

Peko: “I’d… like that very much if I have the time.”

Fuyuhiko: “Yo Enchantress, are you sure you know exactly what you’re doing?”

Sonia: “I know very well what I’m doing here Gangster. Thank you for asking.”

Sonia: “...Why is he the only one who I can’t truly identify? Is he hiding something…?”

Imposter: “Did you say something Enchantress?”

Sonia: “Oh nothing! Sorry, I was just thinking if I can make anything else with my powers to help us in the future!”

Sonia: “I’m so grateful to have another thief just like you; we’re sure to make an excellent team!”

Mahiru: “Yeah… that is if you’re carrying your own weight most of the time.”

#Dangan Ronpa #dangan thieves AU #sonia nevermind #nevermind sonia

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onlylovekpop · 7 years

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I’m Back!

Hello, everyone. Sorry I’ve been MIA for a little while. The past few weeks have been a little hectic for me. I’m closing drabble requests now and have received lots of good ideas. Thank you to all of those who submitted! Also, two of the requests have turned into oneshots (this is a rare thing, but sometimes I get carried away and it happens lol.) The oneshots will be a pirate!au with some smut for Jimin and a dance camp smut with Yugyeom. I’m also finishing up my first Jungkook smut oneshot that I started working on ages ago and involves Netflix and chill. Hehe. Hope you’re all doing well and please look forward to the upcoming drabbles and oneshots! :)

(replies below the cut beware im drinking vodka while i answer to make my responses more interesting hehe (actually im getting as drunk as i can to deal with my vengeful uterus which is very unhappy i have not conceived any spawn this month and is giving me cramps from hell) you may notice my spelling grammar and punctuation get worse as you read please dont hold it against me)

anonymous asked: Hi Leigh we haven't heard of you since you mentioned having knee surgery the next day and I had this really bad feeling I hope you are ok? For some reason I am genuinely concerned and I don't know why so I hope everything went well??

Yes, all is well! I healed in pretty good time and am already out and about again. It’s a surgery I’ve had before so I knew what to expect and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Thank you for checking on me. Sorry if I made you worry :)

omg-mystarx-neoctech asked: Hell YES JOOHEON.

I SAY THIS ON A DAILY BASIS!

anonymous asked: Can I just say I fucking love the layout and look of your blog. Also I just read one of your smuts and holy shit im deceased.

Thank you! I’ve been revamping some of the pages but I only have a few of them done, so a few things may be blank at the moment. I changed it so fics are listed by member instead of type I hope that’s better but if anyone has opinions on the layout please let me know :)

anonymous asked: OKAY BUT THAT JOOHEON SMUT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUSLY SINFUL. I'M HAVING HEART PROBLEMS.

Jooheon himself is deliciously sinful tbh. I have heart palpitations every time I see a pic of him wearing tight pants. Or just pants in general. i aint never seen such pretty thighs before

neon-flamingos asked: I read Rhythm and omg i criedddddd it was so good i just can imagine Jooheon saying all those dirty thingssss my vayjayjay cries

look i recently saw that vid of him speaking english and his accent is so good which means i can totally hear him in my head saying all them naughty english things this is not good what have i done my lady parts also cry HELP

anonymous asked: Everyone is talking about the Jooheon smut and I'm here still crying because of how hard Chained up hit me

oh god that was not my best work but im glad you enjoyed it the thing never got edited i hope its not a hot mess haha sorry markiepooh but it still got the job done i think hehehe

anonymous asked: A part of me regrets reading Underworld AF....but it was such a good read too... that last chapter HURT but it was a good hurt

oh no dont regret reading it! that makes me sad! its a long ass fic i dont want you to get to the end of it and think holy shit i wasted so much time reading that horror flick i tried to bring it full circle in the end im glad you thought it was a good read i panicked for a second haha

honeyheonie asked: HOLY FUCK!!!! I have sinned. 'Rythm' was 👌👌👌👌👌

me too darling ;) thank ya

anonymous asked: Do you have a quote or prompt list we could use? :)

i do not. i leave it up to you guys that way you have lots to choose from

topaz-and-turquoise asked: For some reason, I only just got to binge-read the last 3 chapters of Underworld. Leigh. LEIGH. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF BTS-GOT7 CROSSOVERS. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF CROSSOVERS. THE QUEEN OF ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU'S. OF ALL AU'S. YOU ARE THE BEST AT WRITING TENSION AND HEART-WRENCHING SCENES AND THE COMPLEXITY OF PEOPLE AND JUST HOLY FRICK YOU'RE AMAZING. THANK YOU FOR THIS. I KNOW YOU ALREADY KNOW BUT THIS IS MY FAVOURITE KPOP FANFIC OF ALL TIME. I'M SAD IT'S OVER BUT I'M SO SATISFIED. YOU ARE THE BEST.

she calls ME QUEEN! thank you thank you I SQUEAL A LOT AT THIS im actually sad its over too. but im content with it. I HOPE IT IS FOREVER YOUR FAVE you stuck with me through the whole thing thank you i love you

statetheobvious04 asked: I've long been a follower for your underworld series and Jesus christ it's one of the best series of read ever. The storyline was so gripping and full of love and loss that by the time I finished the last chapter my chest was heavy and I nearly cried. Idk how you did it but I feel like I've personally lived through minas insane and perilous journey and felt every single emotion as if it were my own. It's een a while since I've read the earlier chapters but I feel like if I do il start 1/2 2/2 sobbing. You are such an amazing and talented writer that this story deserves to be developed into a book or movie but eve then those may not do it justice. But honestly, thank you so much for sharing and writing. And I’m so happy mina finally got the life she deserves and that everyone else managed to find peace in Iceland 💜💜💜💜

THIS MAKES ME HAPPPY YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW CAN I DESCRIBE MY JOY AT THIS MESSAGE you make me cry thank you for loving mina and thank you for supporting the story and thank you for telling me how it felt to read it i love you <3

anonymous asked: hi leigh! I have a question. I hope it doesn't come across the wrong way, I'm just curious! May I ask why you're not taking exo requests?

you’re good honey :) honestly im just not in an exo mood at the moment. i still write for them i still even have a baekhyun oneshot in my drafts idk im just not feeling like writing for them for drabbles at the moment if that makes sense

anonymous asked: Do you still open the drabble request?

they are closed now.

anonymous asked: I'm a Yoongi at heart but your story Underworld made my heart 'boom boom'. Seriously this is the best mafia /zombie apocalypse AU I have ever read and I read a lot of fan fiction. Keep up the good work. PS: Some drabbles based on Underworld wouldn't hurt. PSS: If you don't understand the heart boom boom reference , go see the latest Buzzfeed interview of BTS.

i can’t help but only hear got7′s boom boom boom though haha im down for underworld drabbles i think i mentioned before that any gang!au drabbles i do will be in the underworld universe before the zombie outbreak so far i only have the one for bambam i would link it but im too tipsy for something that level right now sorry :D

anonymous asked: I fucking love your angst writings, they get me emotional aha

thank you i love angst i like toying with emotions ehehe

anonymous asked: Underworld is amazing!!! One of the best stories I've read, even though it has me crying from Paris all the way to the end.😭😭😭😭 You done good. 😁

we dont talk about paris haha jk that one hurt too much thank you darling that its one of the best you’ve read means the world to me :)

anonymous asked: How can you write like thattttt!!!! I adore you. I'll always be your follower 💖

AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU and i’ll always be here! i promise <3

anonymous asked: Who is that in your header gif?

It’s Suga :)

thewriterpixie asked: *squeals* I just finished reading the Suga father/daughter date drabble! It made my day!

Thank you! I love that one so much :)

anonymous asked: Okay I was reading Wake Up and Play with Me and for some reason it reminded me of their song Paradise?¿¿ Now whenever I hear it I'm gonna associate it with this smut xD

Ooh i like the sound of that! i really love Paradise but I think Sign is my favorite on the album but how do you get your question marks upside down i thought the room was spinning for a second i kid you not lol

anonymous asked: Your Jooheon smut got me looking at Jooheony at a different way now 😏 thank you for writing such a quality one shot! You're one of the best of the best!

YAS come to the jooheon side we have thick thighs and adorable dimples you will not regret this ;)

taecmekai asked: hope you are ok and recovering well from your knee surgery :)

i’m okay! gained a few pounds from being stuck on the couch for a few days but idgaf hehe ;) i’ll get back to yoga when i feel like it

coppertopging asked: I just finished Underworld. holy crap the emotional coaster you took me on! I read the last 7 chaps today & i couldn't stop crying. I didn't when Jae died, but his 'funeral' got me with the reactions from everyone. & then Hobi?! That was the most painful. I had to stop & pull myself together. Yoongi made me laugh a little with his delivery. My favorite part of the ending was the Jk/Yugy part. The only thing I felt was missing was more detail into Namjoon & Jin. But this story was amazing!!!

yeah hoseok was the hardest for me too. i wanted to keep anything namjin related kinda vague and open to the reader’s interpretation that’s why there wasn’t much material there but im very glad you enjoyed the story thank you :)

anonymous asked: holy fucking shit. it's 4am and i just finished reading Underworld and i'm crying so hard there's so many emotions i'm feeling. thank you so much for that masterpiece. it's the first work of yours i've read and omfg you're talented as fuck. i'm actually a bit speechless still tbh it's only fully processing to me ...hobi... he's not even my bias but i'm crying so hard i need help wow SO MUCH LOVE FOR U AND UR WRITING THO

omg i cant believe you stayed up that late to read it i wish i could do that but in my old age i dont bounce back that well anymore (i just turned 27 and am very upset about it) anyway THANK YOU this makes me very happy

danphilandstuff asked: OH MY FUCKING GOD RHYTHM WAS SO FUCKING GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH ITS ACTUALLY HOW I IMAGINED HIM TO BE IT FELT SO REAL IT WAS ACTUALLY THE BEST FANFIC IVE EVER READ IM CURRENTLY READING YOUR MASTER LIST. you're actually such an amazing writer thank you so much (Could I request more Jooheon fics? ((If you want and have time)) )

i will never stop writing jooheon fics. you have nothing to worry about there haha. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE BEST FANFIC YOUVE READ IT WAS SUCH A RAUNCHY SEX FEST I SHOULD BE ASHAMED lol just kidding no but in all seriousness THANK YOU I LOVE YOU IM GLAD YOU LOVED IT I HOPE YOU KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE MUHAHA

anonymous asked: (1/3) Hey lovely! I came across your blog today after reading your monsta x all in one shot and i just wanted to say thank you for writing something so incredible! it had me gripped from start to finish and it was honestly one of the most (2/3) well-written pieces ive ever read, I would love to be able to write at your standard one day. I cant express how grateful i am, it put me through so many emotions and i actually had tears in my eyes at one point! So yeah, apologies for this (3/3) being so long but i just wanted to express my gratitude and say that you are an amazing writer :) x

oh my goodness this was ridiculously lovely. i am very proud of All In and how it turned out. i hope to finish the sequel soon. i keep getting writers block on it and i dont know why but anyway. thank you for sending me this and im thrilled that i could write something you enjoy very much. you are too kind thank you <3

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Playdate part 3: the playdate

The Play date It was shortly after 11 when there was a knock at the door and Ichigo was practically bouncing in place, eager to meet his new bestest buddy. He'd been all cleaned up and was in black short-all's and white diaper shirt with a pair of black socks on (since they weren't going out, there was no point in getting sneakers on him) and his lion print paci was clipped to the front of his short-all's. He was in a semi fenced off area of the living room, a baby gate used to keep him out of trouble and it was just high enough that with his bulky diapers and shaky legs there was little chance he'd be able to get over it. It was filled with baby toys, some coloring books and crayons, and of course some action figures. (When it came to toy shopping Ichigo had his mommy wrapped around his little finger) but now Ichigo was standing up and trying to peer out the window to see who it was, though sadly the angle wasn't good enough. "MOMMY! Did you hear?! They're herrre!" the big baby said again, looking over his shoulder. Orihime was already up and headed for the door and smirked. "I think everyone on the block heard you silly boy." she teased and then went and answered the door. Ushering her guests in quickly Ichigo was shocked to see Rangiku lead in Toshiro of all people! the ex captain was dressed in a light blue pair of shorts that puffed out at the crotch much like Ichigo's short-all's and a black t-shirt, with white socks on and a pair of barney sneakers on. in his arm's he had a white dragon stuffie and was cuddling it to his chest. He was also sucking on a white pacifier and was blushing, clearly having been eager to get inside. "I hope my neighbors didn't give you any trouble." Orihime said to Rangiku, as she took a stroller that had been clearly used to cart Toshiro over and parked it in the hall. "Well we got some looks and some chuckles, but mostly because somebody was being a silly pants and trying to hide his face." The blond mommy said and leaned down to tickle Toshiro's tummy, making the big baby giggle and his paci fell out of his mouth.(though thankfully it was on a clip like Ichigo's) "who's a little silly pants, you are! you are!" Rangiku chuckled and then lead him over to the play area. "See? I told you we didn't need to bring more toys, Ichigo has lots of them and I'm sure he's more then willing to share while your here!" she said, She then dropped down to one knee to undo the velcro straps of Toshiro's sneakers and stood back up, lifting Toshiro free of his shoes and setting him in the play area. "Now you boys be good and play nice, Me and Rangiku are gonna go and have a coffee." Orihime said and waved bye bye to them. as the mommies walked off the two big babies looked at each other, Neither had expected his playmate to be the other one and after about 40 seconds of silence Ichigo finally broke the ice. "You uh..wanna play superheros?" "..DC or Marvel?" "Both!" "...Ok!" As the little dorks went to go and play Orihime poured herself a cup of coffee and then one for Rangiku who to Orhime's annoyance 'Irish'ed' hers up with a flask she pulled out. "..for future reference, no drinking at my place." was all she said and gave the other mommy a look that said try me bitch. "ehehe..Noted." Rangiku said, a nervous twinge in her voice. "So I was a little shocked to see baby boy Toshiro today. I figured you'd of brought him over in full sissy mode." Orihime giggled. She of course would NEVER of dressed her little cutie pie up as a sissy, (well, unless he asked her to, which she didn't see happening.) but that didn't mean she didn't just LOVE the cute pictures Rangiku sent her of 'princess' Toshiro. "I did toy with it for a little while." Rangiku admitted, sipping her coffee and smirking. "But I figured we wanted the first play date to go good and you said Ichigo doesn't respond well to girls other then mommies or caretakers." "heh, Yeah. though if he ever makes Toshiro cry over his pretty outfits when he goes over to your place let me know, I won't have the little pants pooper making our darling princess sob." The mommies shared a chuckle at that. After flipping a book about the ABC's three times, it was decided that Ichigo would play as the baddies while Toshiro could be the heroes. The plot for their game was the baddies had managed to take control of a lot of giant monsters (AKA Ichigo's stuffies) and were sending them after the Justice league and the avengers. As they were setting up for the game though Ichigo eyed Toshiro's dragon stuffie. "Ya know..that would make a super cool like final monster for the baddies ta have to fight." he said. Toshiro whined a little and clutched his dragon to his chest, looking a little nervous. "I-Icy isn't a baddie! He's a super duper cool dragon!' he whined and pouted a little. Ichigo giggled at then and smirked. "it's just PRETEND 'member?" Ichigo giggled. "ngggh..You promise ta be super careful with Icy?" Toshiro asked. "of course! I'm always careful wiff my toys!" Ichigo said, at which point Toshiro looked as a stuffed kitty that was missing a eye and a tail. "...Most of the time." "...If you hurt icy I'll never play with you again! and I'll tell my mommy and she'll kick you butt!" Toshiro said. Then he slowly, VERY slowly held out icy for Ichigo to take and let the bigger boy have it. "I promise, kid gloves. just gonna have him doing breath attacks." Ichigo said and nodded. The Mommies finished their first cup, and after a few more and some snacks, moved into the living room to watch the boys play. AS they came into view of the great battle, Rangiku to stop and look shocked then smiled as she watched them keep playing. "Wow. Toshiro is trusting Ichigo with Icy.." She said, nodding to the stuffed dragon in the bigger boys hands. "Is that a big thing?" Orihime asked, smirking as Ichigo was roaring loudly and having the dragon fly around the heroes. "it took me a week before he'd let me hold Icy and I wipe his butt." "heh..well Ichigo does have a way of getting others to trust him." Orihime said, beaming with pride. As they moved towards the couch the boys stopped and looked at them. "Oh don't mind us, keep playing." Orihime said motioning for them to go on. "Totally. I wanna see who wins." Rangiku added. the boys looked at each other then grinned and the great battle waged on. "It's over fools! The avengers have been destroyed and you've exhausted yourself against out army and now you're too weak to stand against us!" Lex Luthor laughed, Standing over the downed man of steel. Behind him members of the dark angers and the legion of doom laughed. "Heh..Not quite Lex." Superman said. "What?" Lex asked, raising a eyebrow. "the avengers weren't destroyed by the tiger blast like you thought, we teleported them away to rest up while we handled the beast, figuring you would do something like this. In other words Lex.." Behind the villains came a cry from Iron Man. "AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!" The big final battle started to take place only to be interrupted with a loud crack of something that sounded like thunder, but it didn't come from Thor. Toshiro looked up and held his nose as Ichigo blushed a little, rubbing the back of his head. "Ewww really?" Toshiro whined, waving a hand. "ehehe Sowwy. Maybe we should pause the game fer a few." Ichigo said as anther thunder poot escaped into the back of his thick diapers. "Stinky!" Toshiro whined but he nodded in agreement. He was about to make anther comment when a third thunder poot sounded, only this time it wasn't from Ichigo. Toshiro's cheeks turned bright red as he too started to fart up a storm with Ichigo giggling. "Surre git mad at me, but whew, ain't like your blasting out roses ya know!" he giggled, holding his nose. "Ngggh..I-I know." their mommies watched and smirked, commenting to each other how natural it was for one baby messing to set off other babies, though their comments weren't hear over the boys now both giggling and trying to see who could fart louder. "Oh, this isn't going to end with clean diapers." Rangiku said and wrinkled her nose. "Er, you have any scented candles?" "Naturally, though a little worried about lighting them with all the methane in the air." Orihime giggled, winking. the babies caught onto to that comment and both huffed and whined. "Heyyy we're not THAT bad!" Ichigo whined. "Yeah! yer acting like it would blow up the house!" Toshiro added. "Isn't it cute when babies babble at you you? it's ALMOST like you could swear their trying to tell you something." Rangiku said and smirked. Orihime snickered despite herself and the babies Huffed and pouted big time, before both of them went from standing with their arms cross to popping a squat in stereo. "Wow, you'd swear they'd choreographed that!" Rangiku laughed. with a final series of gross sounding farts and the seat of Ichigo's short-all's bulging out, and Toshiro's shorts actually ripping in the back, the big babies -adorably!- held hands as they filled their huggies together. The mommies naturally didn't leave the little stinkers to stew in their fudge for long, and again chuckled as the two big babies kept holding hands to show support for the other as their diapers were changed side by side. After the change both babies little a little sleepy and so with Ichigo in her arms, Orihime lead the way to Ichigo's nursery with Rangiku carrying Toshiro behind her. As the babies were laid in the crib in just their diapers, they cuddled into to each other, making both mommies squeal in delight at the sheer cuteness of the scene and soon both were fast asleep. "so, I think we can agree the boys are going to get along." Orihime said as they walked back to the living room, opening some windows and airing it out. "That's a understatement." Rangiku said as she used a fan to help blow the stink out. "So, Same time three days a week at my place, then the next week your place?" "Sounds like a good deal." the Mommies girinned and shook hands while the babies gurgled and coo'ed. Life was good.

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