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Gaming nights

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1,2K Fandom: A3! Pairing: Itaru Chigasaki x Izumi Tachibana Genre: Fluff Warnings: none Once again, I’m super sorry for making you wait for so long, anon! But here it is! I hope you like it! Since you didn’t specified anything but mentioned my other Itaru fic, I decided to make this as a continuation of it. 

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It had been a while ever since he had asked the question he was dying to ask and, surprisingly, everything was going well so far. He was scared at first, having that "dating takes time away from gaming" mentality and all, but when he saw that Izumi wasn't that much bothered by him gaming he knew he chose the right girl. 

Most of the time, he would spend weekends locked up in his room, gaming for as long as he could before another long week of work began. Now he was spending his time locked up in his room with Izumi next to him cheering whenever he beat a boss and being supportive of his hobby. 

Honestly, he wasn't expecting her to do such a thing when they first got together. Specially when she had plays to direct and rehearsals to attend to. He knew her schedule (and his when they had to work on Spring plays) would be super busy. That was the whole reason why he even got as far as to think about reducing his gaming time just to spend time with her.

But when she asked him if she could be with him while he gamed the weekend away, he was as excited as he could be. It was like all of the things he believed about relationships were proven wrong in one question. A question that led to her spending her free days and even some nights watching him play his games.

"Itaru?" Izumi asked after the seventh consecutive win of the afternoon, forcing him to look away from the screen to look at his girlfriend. 

"Yes? What is it?" his eyes were focused on her and, suddenly, his cheeks turned red in embarrassment. She probably heard him scream obscenities at the other players while he was too into the game…

Did she truly enjoyed something like that? Was she really okay with this side of him? They had had that conversation a few times and each and every single one of them she had assured him that she was okay with it. But was she actually telling the truth?

"Can I… Try…?" 

The request was even more unexpected, it shocked him a lot, to the point where he stood still for such a long time that Izumi had to shake him a bit so he would react. 

"Yes, of course!" he took out another controller and gave it to her with a new shine in his eyes, like a kid who got the attention he wanted. "Here, I'm going to give you a quick lesson on what each button do and how to play." 

And so, Itaru began to excitedly explain everything she needed to know and they began to play. To no one's surprise, she sucked, but that didn't seem to discourage him. If anything, it did the exact opposite. 

"No, no! It was perfect!" he exclaimed when she looked a bit disappointed in her abilities, but ready to play again. "You're just starting and… you did far better than I thought you would!" 

"Excuse me, are you saying you thought I was going to be even worse?" she jokingly asked, making the blonde panic. Was that what he meant? Oh no, she was clearly mad at him now.

"No, no, no! It's not that! I… I…" Izumi laughed, unable to hold it and gave him a small kiss when she saw the confusion on his face. 

"I was joking, let's do it again!" her voice was determined, ready to try and help him beat the other players again and again and again until they managed to win. 

He remembered that day with a smile on his face as he was, once again, gaming his weekend away. She had tried so hard to help him beat those players and, in the end, she couldn't and he didn't had the heart to tell her that he asked Banri for help after she fell asleep.

The screen in front of him flashed red, a big "GAME OVER" occupied most of it and the darkness of the room was bothering him a little. Everything he could see was red.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to turn on a light. The reason? A certain brown haired girlfriend of his was laying on his lap, deep asleep with a smile on her face. Clearly too comfortable with her napping spot, making him feel terrible for even thinking about moving. 

The blonde left the control next to him, took his headphones off and turned off the TV. He was hesitant, but after a few moments, he rested his hand on her head and softly began to caress her hair. 

It was obvious that she liked that, since he could feel her weight getting heavier on his legs from her relaxing even more. A soft laugh escaped his lips at her reaction as his eyes looked around for his phone. 

His finger pressed the lock button, ready to see what time it was. 3:30 am. A yawn escaped his lips as his eyelids began to feel heavier and heavier. I should probably go to sleep… An even bigger smile found its place on his face, he was more than sure that him thinking like that was her influence.

He carefully left Izumi's head on the couch, making sure she wouldn't wake up and got up, stretching his numb legs for the first time in hours, walking a little around his room and trying his best not to run into anything in the dark. Then, he turned around to see the girl peacefully sleeping and, without any remorse this time, he lifted her in his arms and began to carry her away. 

"Mhhh…? Itaru?" her eyes were still closed and her voice was sleepy. It was the first time he ever heard her cute sleepy voice and he could feel the biggest "Itaru.exe has stopped working" moment of his life coming.

"Shhh… Go back to sleep." he answered and kept walking, trying to remain calm. 

"What happened?" she asked, more awake now. 

"I was gaming and you feel asleep on my lap. Now, stop talking and go back to sleep." he told her as he left her on his bed. 

A bigger problem arose after that. She was taking his bed, but what should he do? Should he go to the couch and sleep there? It wouldn't be the first time he passed out on the couch, but he wasn't really in the mood for a sore neck the next morning. 

On the other hand, he couldn't just sleep next to her, something about him doing that without her consent made him feel a little uncomfortable. 

"Sleep with me…" Izumi requested, as if reading his conflicted mind. His eyes opened up and he was grateful that she couldn't notice how red he had turned just with those three words. 

Oh come on, I'm a 23 year old. Why in the world am I blushing at something like this?! He questioned himself, but the truth was that he never thought he would hear them directed to him. 

"I want to hug…" she continued her request, but never finished what she was saying, which led Itaru to believe that she fell asleep again. 

He laid down next to her. Almost immediately, her arms locked around him and her head was on his chest. He could only hope that she was deep asleep and couldn't hear how hard his heart was beating. 

It took him a few minutes to calm down, but once he did, he hugged her back tightly, kissed her head and fell asleep almost immediately.

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Gamer’s Love

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1,2K Fandom: A3! Pairing: Itaru Chigasaki x Izumi Tachibana Genre: Fluff Warnings: mentions of a possible weapon

So, holidays are over and I’m back at it with my one shots! Hope you guys like this cute and nervous Itaru as much as I did and feel welcome to request something if you want to! ___________________________________________________________

It was a normal afternoon for the Mankai Company. Sakuya, Masumi and Banri were in the kitchen, helping Omi make dinner; Yuki, Muku and Juza were sitting in the couches in front of Izumi and Sakyo, who looked like they were about to laugh at Muku trying to explain what shoujo manga was and why he was so into it to Juza. 

Everyone would have thought that Juza already knew what they were, being Muku's cousin and all. But apparently, he was clueless about it. 

"So, it's basically girly stuff?" he explained with a confused expression that made Yuki snort while working on the pieces for the next play and Muku sigh. 

"It's not girly stuff. Boys can be into it too, but it has lots of themes like… People's relationships, they can be sci-fi, action, drama… Possibilities are endless. It just normally gets catalogued as "girly stuff" because lots of girls read those stuff." Juza looked intrigued, as if the concept was new to him. 

Just as he was about to ask Muku another question about it, the door opened up and Itaru walked in. "I'm back!" he said as he walked into the living room and saw most of them there. 

"Welcome back, Itaru! How was work?" Izumi asked with one of those cute smiles that made him want to melt. 

"It was good." he stopped for a second, as if he wanted to say something else. Should he? At that exact moment with everyone around them? No, he shouldn't. 

"Itaru? Is everything okay?" Izumi looked worriedly at him. He panicked. No, he couldn't deal with it. He wanted to ask her to stop being so cute, but no one knew about it. 

No one knew he had the biggest crush on their director and letting that out would probably be problematic for both of them. No, what he needed was to go back to his games for a few hours until he forgot his feelings and then repeat it until it actually happened. 

A sigh escaped his lips. No, he couldn't either. The game he was into had an event that had an amazing SSR as a reward and that SSR was of his favorite girl… his favorite girl that looked exactly like Izumi. 

Clearly there was no escaping this. "Quickly, think of something you idiot!" he told himself. “Ye… Yeah, everything’s cool.” he said as he sat down next to Muku, trying to focus on something else. Anything, whatever that wasn’t Izumi. Unconsciously, he began to shake his leg while focusing on the floor. “Uh… Itaru-san?” Muku asked scared. looking at the 23 year old man. “Would you please stop it?” he asked kindly, Itaru looked at him confused. 

“Stop what?” he asked a little harshly and Muku pointed at his leg and, as soon as he realized what he meant, he stopped. “Sorry.” he whispered as he got up and began to walk around.

“What has gotten into him?” Sakyo asked, looking at the younger blonde with curiosity. Izumi, Juza and Muku shrugged, confused as well and only Izumi got up.

She took Itaru by his arms, trying to making him stop and once she got his full attention, she started talking. “Are you seriously okay?�� her eyes looked worried and Itaru suddenly felt guilty for making her feel that way. He took her hands in his and smiled softly. “Yeah, I am… I’m just… nervous…” Izumi looked at him confused. “I… There’s something I need to tell you.” by this point, even Sakuya, Masumi and Banri had their attention.

“If she’s going to make her feel even worse, I’ll kill him.” Masumi said, Sakuya laughed nervously and hugged him, trying to stop him from walking into the living room.

“Masumi, please!” Sakuya said in an attempt to get him to focus back to his work. “We have to get dinner ready.”

“What is it? Don’t tell me you’re thinking about quitting acting again.” she pleaded and Itaru shook his head nervously. “It’s not that? Then what is it?” Itaru looked at the sides, then at their hands, finally at her face. Was he actually going to do it? Would he dare? He sighed and closed his eyes for a small bit. “I…” his voice wavered as he tried to gather his thoughts and say what he was dying to say.

“I love you.” the three words finally came out, he could hear the four men that were with them in the living room gasp, clearly surprised to hear someone like Itaru saying that. From the kitchen, Sakuya’s screams could be heard behind Banri’s laugh.

But he didn’t care about any of that, he only cared about her response. “Itaru… I…” she sounded surprised, he nodded, ready to be disappointed.

“It’s okay, I get it if you don’t feel the same way. I just needed to get it out of my head, I hope this doesn’t make things awkward.” he whispered, as he looked down at his feet.

“Itaru!” she laughed, making him look back at her. She looked happy, the happiest he ever saw her. Instead of replying to him, she got on her tip toes and kissed him.

“That’s it, I’m killing him.” Masumi said and Sakuya grew nervous when he saw him holding a knife, ready to walk into the living room. “Oi, stop it!” Banri interrupted them as he took ahold of Masumi’s hand and this other arm, taking him several steps backwards with him. “Just let them be happy, don’t you think she deserves it?” “No, she doesn’t deserve a man like him.” Masumi said, surprising the two boys that were with him. “She deserves something better, she deserves…” Banri interrupted him. “Someone like you?” he raised an eyebrow, questioning the younger boy. The dark haired nodded immediately with a disgusted look on his face, clearly due to Itaru. “But do you think she’ll love someone like you?” the light haired boy looked at him.

“Of course she’ll do, she chose me!” Masumi tried and failed to defend himself from Banri’s accusations as soon as he heard them. “Dunno man, looks like she already chose and that ain’t you.” he said as he looked at the happy couple in the other room. He took one last look at Masumi and left the room to congratulate the two of them.

Masumi looked at the two of them, Banri was right. They looked happy… even if it hurt to admit it, maybe he wasn’t the one for her. Maybe... maybe Itaru would make her more happy than he’d ever could.

With a sigh he walked up to the two of them, he wasn’t particularly happy about it, but he had to be for her sake. Itaru had won her over before he could and there’s nothing he could have done to change it.

“I… uhm…” he brought their attention to him. Everyone was looking at him with expectant gazes. “Congratulations…” he said looking at the floor and then, he looked up at Itaru. “But I’ll get back at you if you hurt her, you hear me?” he threatened him and Itaru nodded with a smile on his face.

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Worthy or not

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1.5K Fandom: A3! Pairing: Sakyo Furuichi x Izumi Tachibana Genre: Fluff and a little angst Warnings: Don’t read this if you haven’t read the Autumn Troupe chapters. More specifically, episode 17, it might spoil a few things.  Before the fic begins I want to remind everyone that you can request anything if you like! Also that I’ll start writing for the A3 fandom and, if I feel comfortable with it, for the UtaPri fandom as well.

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The blonde man was looking at the building he always used to pass by with a sad look on his face. He was only holding himself back from his dreams and he knew it, but he couldn’t. He had to take his job seriously and, if he kept working that way maybe, one day in the distant future, he would let himself follow his dream.

He came from a working family where it was only him and his mother. A family where he couldn’t afford to have any kind of luxuries like getting on top of a stage and act as he wanted to do so desperately through so many years.

He couldn’t face it, but having Yukio Tachibana’s daughter force him into that rehearsal was probably the best thing that could have happened to him. He was still young and naïve, much to his disliking. He still had a lot to learn, but he knew that he had found his passion as soon as he saw the group of men doing some exercises.

He forcefully knocked himself out of his daydream and kept walking. As much as he wanted to do so, he couldn’t. He was still a member of the mafia, there was no way someone as shady as him could do something as beautiful as acting. It wouldn’t be fair not to the people he knew in the Mankai Company, specially not to the girl who lit up the way to his dream.

It was that time of the month, the time of the month that he hated but also waited for with no patience at all: he had to go and collect his debt with the Mankai Company and, even if he hated dealing with Matsukawa, he was eager to meet the little girl again.

Even if he was the lowest ranked member of the mafia, he was happy with it. He couldn’t care less about it. He would rather having to collect someone’s debt than having to kill or torture people. After all, how could he act someone’s life out if he was taking lives?

What would she think of him if she saw what he had become? The feeling of the rejection that would come from her was almost heartbreaking to the seemingly cold faced man. The sweet girl that he used to know wouldn’t dare to look at this version of him in the eyes.

With a sigh, he walked into the theater. Matsukawa was there, next to him was a brown haired girl. His eyes opened up, clearly surprised by what was in front of his eyes. He was sure that the last time he saw a girl anywhere near the Mankai Company was 8 years ago, before Yukio disappeared. And, since the company was already falling into pieces, there weren’t many either. So seeing this girl standing around and talking to Matsukawa was a really strange view. 

With a raised eyebrow, he walked up to the two of them. Immediately after he saw Sakyo, Matsukawa shut up looking suspiciously nervous. “Oh… oh… Hello, Furuichi-san. Do you need anything? You… You’re not… here to collect… right?” he asked as he looked around, trying to find Sakoda, but the blonde kid was nowhere to be seen. That made him relax a little.

“You mean Sakoda? No, he’s not here, but he’s probably close.” he said and turned to look at the girl. The second he saw her, his eyes opened up. It was impossible not to realize who she was. After so many years, he finally found her again.

The girl looked at his face first. Then, she looked him from head to toes, as if she was trying to decide what to classify him as and, quite honestly, he was curious about how he looked in her eyes. He was sure the first thing that came to her mind was “mafia”.

“And who is this?” he asked in complete disinterest, his arms crossed in front of him and trying not to sound conflicted by her. “The troupes have to be all men, girls are not allowed.”

“Oh… No, no, no, no… No… This is… She’s not…” he hold himself from making his eyes roll, why was this guy so nervous anyways? “She’s Yukio Tachibana’s daughter and our new director!” Sakyo kept his calm at this confirmation, that’s all he needed to know. He wasn’t hallucinating, this was actually the same little girl.

Even if she was scared, the girl smiled at him gently. “Nice to meet you…” she trailed off, trying to catch his name. It hurt him to be that cold with her, but he had to. He didn’t wanted her to have this image of him that wasn’t the real him.

He wanted her to see him as the man that could step onto the stage where her father had stood countless times and show her who he was, show her what he was worth.

“Furuichi Sakyo.” he introduced himself, not even smiling back at her. “I’m the debt collector for the theater where you work now.” her smile fell a little, but she was still standing.

Months had passed since that day, he still checked up on the Mankai Company every now and then, making sure they were okay and giving the girl some advice, even if she never truly listened. The day was sunny and people were walking around Veludo Way, he had just finished talking with Tachibana’s daughter and was on his walking towards the place where he lived. “Sakyo, please wait!” he heard a familiar voice behind him. He stopped immediately, turning around to see the girl he was thinking about in front of the Mankai Company’s door. Once she noticed he had stopped, she began to walk quickly towards him. “What is it?” he asked as he looked at her, clearly intimidating her a little.

“I… uhm…” she stuttered, trying to think of how to say the words she wanted to say to him. “What is it, Tachibana? I don’t have all day.” he forced her, even if it hurted him to do so.

“I… I know you actually like theater and that this theater is important to you.” she blurted. He opened up his eyes in surprise but quickly hid his expression with a frown. Did she remembered the time he used to spend with her? “I can see it in your eyes. There’s this thing inside of you, like you’re aching to be the one on stage, everytime you see the guys. I know that because… it’s the same way I used to feel when I saw them up there in the beginning.” her soft smile turned into a sad one and he had to hold himself as to not hug her right there. “Is that all you have to tell me?” Sakyo's voice sounded indifferent towards her and what she was telling him. Immediately after those words came out of his lips, she shook her head. She had more to tell him? “I wanted to ask you to join the Mankai Company.” she said, blushing a little as she did. Sakyo's eyes opened up again. Was he hearing things correctly?

“Do you want a member of the mafia to be a part of your company?” he asked, not believing what she was telling him. She nodded repeatedly with a happy smile on her face. He wanted to smile at her kindness, but he couldn’t accept it. He would taint the stage with his presence and he would hate himself for doing so.

Sakyo took a deep breath. “I can’t do this.” he told her, his heart clenching at her smile falling immediately after the words came out of his mouth.

“Why not?” the girl asked, still hopeful by her tone of voice. 

“I… I’m not worthy of being up in that stage. I’ll end up tainting it with what I am.” he said, looking down at his feet. “But you are!” she said, her eyes looking at him innocently. His eyes looked at her surprised.

“What are you talking about?” he asked and, suddenly, he felt a pair of arms around his torso, holding him as tight as they could. “You are worthy, Sakyo. That’s why I’m asking you to do this. I know how you feel about it, you feel like the stage is sacred ground and that you’re not worthy to step into it. But you are, I can assure you that I think you are.” she said, sounding a little desperate.

Sakyo stood silently a few minutes, processing what this girl was telling him. He was… worthy… in her eyes? A strange feeling filled his heart, a feeling that he knew he had never felt before and a small smile made its way to his face.

“Do you mean that?” he asked in a soft voice, slowly wrapping his arms around her hugging her back. She nodded against his chest and he laughed softly. “Then, I guess I can give it a try.”

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Comforting Hugs

Rating: Everyone Word count: 784 Fandom: A3! Pairing: Masumi Usui Genre: Fluff Aika was feeling kinda down and wanted some Masumi headcanons, so I decided to write a small thingy to make her feel better! It might not be the best, but I hope you like it! __________________________________________________________

Masumi was the first to notice that something was wrong with her, how couldn’t he notice when he was the only one who was always noticing the small things about her? Every little thing she did, was a thing he burned into his mind, there was no doubt he would notice it.

She was sitting down, looking at her phone with a dull expression on her face. It almost seemed as if she wanted to cry but she was holding back. The people around them were talking, laughing, probably sharing some small stories about what happened on their days.

He silently got up and sat down next to the girl, but she didn’t look up at him until he took the phone out of her hand. “What do you want, Masumi?” he could tell by her voice that she was annoyed but trying her best to sound as sweet and careless as she always did.

He couldn’t really remember whose little sister she was or if she was even related to one of them, he had completely forgotten about it when he heard that he was his age or a year younger. Unlike with his beloved director, there was nothing that get in the way of this relationship.

Masumi didn’t say a word, he just smiled slightly and took her hand, guiding her away from the group that was too invested in the conversation to notice. Outside, the weather seemed to agree with her feelings; although it was a beautiful Spring night, it was raining. The black haired boy squeezed her hand a little and she looked up at him, he was smiling. “Do you trust me?” he asked, making her look as confused as ever. A look that, he thought, was adorable on her face.

“What are you talking about?” she tried to pry the answer out of him, but got nothing at all. “Do you trust me or not?” he questioned her again, this time she silently nodded with a scared look on her face as she waited for him to do something.

He took a few deep breaths, as if preparing himself for what he was about to do and then, then he pulled her to him and began to run. She screamed a little and seemed to be laughing happily as the cold water drops fell on top of her head. She wanted to go back, but Masumi wouldn’t let her go. He didn’t let go of her until they reached the door of the room he shared with Tsuzuru.

Once he was in front of the door, he opened it and hurried her inside. Both of them sighed in relief as the door closed behind him as they stood in the middle of the room, almost drenched. 

Immediately, Masumi went to look for some towels. Wordlessly, he gently put one of them on top of her head and guided her to the sofa, where they sat down for a long while before one of them began to talk.

“What was all of that about?” her voice was as soft as silk in his ears. And, since he never heard her voice so clearly and close to him he was sure, he never in his life heard something as beautiful as that. He wanted to keep hearing her talk no matter what.

“You were sad, so I wanted to talk to you… Maybe make you feel happier… what happened? Who hurt you? Let me know and I’ll hurt them.” although his voice was gentle and his cheeks red in embarrassing, she could notice that, deep down, he was angry. “I… I’d rather not talk about it.” she whispered and looked down at her lap. He took her hand again, trying to comfort her. “Then… what can I do to make you smile?” he pouted in frustration. She shook her head repeatedly, she clearly didn’t want to talk about it.

He kept silent, trying to think of a way to make her feel better. Suddenly, it hit him like a bucket of cold water. He had heard Muku talking about it with Kazunari whenever the discussed the mangas the pink haired boy lent to the older guy.

He extended his arm and let it rest on her shoulders. She looked at him with a surprised expression on her face, he blushed even more, but never looked away from her. Once he was sure she wouldn’t turn him away, he brought her close and hugged her tightly.

He could feel how she stopped breathing for a second, surprise at how daring he was being. But she brought her arms around him in a much needed hug anyways. 

A small smile found its place on her face. "Thank you, Masumi." she whispered. 

"You're welcome, Aika."

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A panicky Christmas

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1,4K Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn Pairing: Akiyasu Kurahashi x Futaba Saotome Genre: Seasonal fluff.

I hope this is not too OOC, I’m still not really used to writing for Akiyasu, anyways, hope you like it!

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Winter had already came to the Capital, people were coming and going, making some last minute decisions on what to buy as Christmas presents like it was normal. He was dressed in his military uniform, walking around the city trying to find the perfect present for her.

Small kids were playing around in the snow, their parents probably buying things for dinner or the presents they were going to give them. The sound of their laughs filled the glass eyed’s ears, but he ignored as his mind panicked. He knew it, he should have went to Tatsuomi for help. He was Futaba’s best friend, he knew her since she was a child. He certainly knew what she would like, right?  

The sunset passed a long time ago by that point, most of the stores had closed as he passed by them and at this point, it seemed like the only place that was open was that Raccord place of which Futaba talked a lot about it.

He sighed disappointed, he was still empty handed. “Well, would you look at that?” a man laughed behind him. “Can you look any more depressing?” The silver haired turned around and saw Kagemaru standing behind him with a huge smile on his face. “What do you want, Kagemaru?” he asked the ayakashi. He was cold, tired and didn’t really wanted to deal with the man at this point. He just wanted to get home, lay in his bed and try come up with the best gift he could come up with for Futaba.

“I was just passing by and I find you looking like you were about to cry your eyes out.” he mocked him, making the other man almost in hiss. He totally hated him, then why was he still being his partner? “Yeah, right… And I just happened to find you here, walking near where I live out of a pure coincidence?” the other man’s smile got even wider, but he completely ignored him as he got into his house and sighed. He took his cap off and left it in a small table nearby. Then, with slow movements, he took off his gloves and left them beside it. While he walked to his room, he unbuttoned his jacket, leaving on sight his white shirt underneath. Once he reached the end of his futon, he fell on top of it. A sighed left his lips as he looked to his right, his chin resting on shoulder as he saw the huge stack of books that he had. An image of a smiling Futaba filled his mind, she probably already had his present while he was panicking. He was such a bad boyfriend. He blinked a few times, feeling worse and worse with every second that passed. Then, he immediately got up. An idea immediately crossed his mind as he took the books he had and turned on a candle in his desk. The morning light was already illuminating the room and the light of the candle had died down a long time ago by the time Akiyasu finished his gift. It wasn’t much, but he was sure that the girl would appreciate it even more than any other kind of expensive gifts.

He wrapped his present carefully, making sure it was perfectly wrapped. He wouldn’t allow any little crease in that paper, he wanted it to be as perfect as possible, worthy of Futaba. A tired smile reached his face when he saw the finished product. He wasn’t sure she would like it, but he knew it was something that she desperately needed.

He let himself collapse back into the futon and closed his eyes, tiredness finally washing over him and forcing him to sleep. The last thing he could remember was thinking about how he had to wake up in around four hours to go to Futaba’s house to help with the cooking.

He woke up hours later, his face glued to his sheets, his glasses awkwardly resting on his face and his uniform making him feel like the was being awkwardly tied down, his hand hurt and there was an annoying knocking on his door.

With a sigh, he got up and went to the door. Who could it be at this time? With a sigh, he opened the door, seeing Futaba there with an angry but worried expression on her face. “Where were you? I was worried! You were supposed to arrive home an hour and a half ago!”

She immediately walked into the house without waiting for an invitation or an explanation, hugging him tightly. “You worried me! I’ve been waiting and waiting with Tama and you weren’t showing up and I thought that something had happened to you!” she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, making him feel bad for a second.

Her embrace was warm, a nice contrast from the cold air that came from the open door. A small smile found its way to his face as he hold her just as tight. 

“I’m sorry, I… Fell asleep.” he confessed, his cheeks burning in shame. “Let me get ready and I’ll go with you.” Reluctantly, the girl let him go and waited until he came back, ready to go with her and with her present in his hands.

“What is that?” Futaba asked, curious. Her eyes coming and going back and forth from the bag where her present was to his face.

“No… nothing…” he said nervously, putting his arm around her neck and walking towards the door, trying to distract her. “We should get going, we’re already going late and I promised I would help you.” with a nod, Futaba and Akiyasu went to her house.

They spent the evening cooking, getting ready for dinner. Sadly, this time Futaba’s father wouldn’t be around, so he decided that the best would be to make his girlfriend company. Sooner rather than later, midnight came and Akiyasu could finally relax. He could finally give Futaba her present.

With shaking hands, she carefully unwrapped the present, looking curiously. Finally realizing that the package he had held onto since he went looking for him was her present. “This… is your Christmas present. I hope you like it.” he gave her the present that he had carefully working on during the night.

With a confused look on her face, she looked at him and then she opened the small book she had in her hands. She went through its pages with a surprised look on her face, completely not expecting Akiyasu to put so much effort in something like that, specially for her. 

“This…” her hands touched the neatly written characters with a tender caress. “You wrote this for me?” Akiyasu nodded, blushing a little as he did. “Aki…” she seemed on the verge of tears.

The brown haired girl left the book next to her and embraced him in a tight hug. “This is an amazing gift, Aki… Thank you so much for it!” out of the blue, she pressed her lips against his.

It was a short lived kiss, but that made the man blush even more. “You still have lots to learn about being an Onmyoji, so I decided to write some of the stuff down, the things you would use more often along with some advice on how to make things work or how you can make them work even better.” he said and then smiled.

“Thank you so much!” suddenly, she got a little nervous. “Well, I kinda got something similar for you.” Futaba said, taking a package that looked similar to his. “I know that you like studying different things,” she said as he opened his present. “So I decided to give you a book on Japanese history that I know you haven’t read yet. The booklender that works at Kusanagi Books helped me find it.”

Her smile was as bright as the sun as she said those words. Somehow she managed to easily find and think of a present for him. This time, he was the one to hug her tightly with a smile on his face. “Thank you, Futaba.” he whispered. “Merry Christmas.” Akiyasu kissed the top of her head with a sincere smile on his face. “Merry Christmas for you as well, Aki.” she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes while watching the snow that was slowly falling from the sky.

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Ability

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1,5 K Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn Pairing: Futaba Saotome x Ginnojo Genre: Fluff

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Ever since he was born, the boy was sure he was as ordinary as her, but as they grew up and their friends began to develop powers, he began to feel a little left out whenever they joked around and played with their different powers. He wanted to have powers too.

The main reason for that was, unknowingly for the blue haired, that he was jealous of the amount of attention they had from her. How they were able to make her smile with their abilities. Something deep inside of him wanted her to pay attention to him and only him, but he knew that, as long as he didn’t had anything that would make him as special as the rest of them, she wouldn’t pay attention to him.

So that was why the small kid was looking at his hand in awe in that moment, his blue eyes as open as they could be, his lips smiling softly. He was playing around in a small pond around the garden of the temple where they all lived in. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of his friends and her playing and laughing around.

He wasn’t paying much attention to anything he did, he was bored and saddened at the fact that she wasn’t playing with him. But suddenly, there was a strange feeling from inside of him, like a feeling of vertigo. As soon as it came, it left and when he saw his small hand, a thin current of water was tangling itself in his arm and hand.

His eyes couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was he allucinating? Was he the one doing that? How? Scared, he looked up. Everything around him was the exact same as it was moments ago. Then what was causing the water to curl around him?

Now excited, the blue haired boy got up and ran as fast as his small legs would carry him, he had to show her that. He was sure that she was going to be mind blown by the little trick he could do.

“Futaba!” the boy screamed when he was closer to her, causing them to stop playing and focus on him. The unwanted attention from the other kids made his cheeks to turn even more red than a tomato.

“What is it, Ginnojo?” she asked in a sweet voice with a bright smile, ignoring the fact that he was blushing like crazy.

“There’s something I need to show you!” he exclaimed and took her hand in the one that was responsible for the discovery of his newfound ability. He began to run around, pulling from her arm, towards the pond where he was earlier.

With an excited smile and his cheeks still red, the boy sat down on his knees, the brown haired girl next to him with a curious look on her face. “What do you want to show me?” she looked up at him and he only closed his eyes, trying to focus on the feeling he had the first time.

“Ginnojo?” her voice sounded not only confused, but also concerned for her friend. “Are you okay?” 

There was nothing that would make him like the rest of them, there was nothing special in him. With a sad look on his face, he took his hand into the water, the sleeve of his white kimono soaking in the liquid. 

“Oi, Ginnojo! We were playing with her!” a small, bored looking kitsune screamed at him boredly, catching the attention of both of them.

“Leave them alone, he almost spends no time with her. Why don’t we fight in the mean time?” a smile across his face, Koga challenged Toichiro.

“Very well then.” the kid turned around and left behind Koga, leaving them alone again.

With a small smile on her face, the brown haired girl turned back to see her friend with a conflicted look on his face. He looked… kind of sad. “Ginnojo?” she asked as she put an encouraging hand on his shoulder. “What was it that you wanted me to see?” With a nervous look in his eyes, he looked up at her. “I found what my powers are!” he exclaimed with a sad smile on his face. Futaba’s expression changed completely. The frown she was wearing turned into a huge smile as she heard his words. “Ginnojo, that’s amazing! So, what is it that you can do?” she asked him sweetly. “I… I can manipulate water.” he said disencouraged. “But, for some reason, I can’t make it work right now.”

“Well, then… I’ll stay here until you can!” she exclaimed happily. Ginnojo looked up at her surprised by the words that came out of her. “You… you don’t have to do that. You don’t have to wait until I’m able to make it work again.” he said, blushing again, Futaba just smiled at him.

“Of course I have! This is clearly important to you, I want to be here when you use your abilitu again, so I’m not moving from here.” With a sigh, Ginnojo looked down at the pond where he was playing earlier, wishing he could make it work already.

Slowly and without either of them noticing, the sun went down until it was almost nightfall. The small lanterns that were scattered around the temple grounds were lit as the two of them just looked at the water silently.

They had spent hours in that same spot, not moving an inch, silently staring at the water underneath them and waiting for something to happen. But neither of them cared that much that they had lost a nice evening doing that instead of playing around, like their friends had done.

A monk well known to the two of them came out of nowhere and stared down at them. It was clear in his expression that he had many questions, but he kept them to himself as he stared at the children.

“I can’t do this, Futaba. I’m really sorry.” he said looking the saddest the girl had ever seen him. To his surprise, she just smiled and, suddenly, he was embraced by her arms. His eyes opened up and his breath stopped for a second as he realized what was happening. As if a hand had suddenly crashed against the pond beside them, water jumped out of the calm pond and then fell again. Futaba’s eyes opened up curiously and surprised. Then, she looked at Ginnojo. “Did you do that?” her smile was even wider as she said those words. He simply nodded quietly.

From his spot behind them, the monk smiled. “What are you kids doing out here? You should be having dinner” he said gently. Futaba let go of the blue haired boy and looked at the monk. “He made the water move without touching it!” she exclaimed, making Ginnojo blush even more, if that was possible.

“Is that so?” the monk asked them and the boy nodded. “Now we know what your ability is.” both of the kids looked at him confused. “Isn’t it crystal clear to you?” they shook their heads with clueless looks on their small faces.

“Ginnojo is an ayakashi.” the man answered their silent questions. “Ayakashi are can be supernatural monsters, spirits or demons.” he began to explain. “They can be evil, mischievous or even bring good fortune to those who enconter them.” he continued as he took a closer look at him. “In Ginnojo’s case, he seems to be a Mizuchi Dragon.” The brown haired girl’s eyes opened up in surprise. “A dragon?” her voice sounded as if she was already fantazising about dragons that spit fire while Ginnojo looked quite uncomfortable. Was he going to grow scales too? Would he lose his human form to look like a disgusting creature?

“Mizuchi dragons are normally serpent like creatures that either live in the water or are connected to it in some way. They are basically water deities.” he kept lecturing the children. “Now, go eat before they eat all the food.” he laughed and both of them nodded as he left.

“That’s so cool, Ginnojo! You’re a water dragon!” her eyes lit up in excitement, looking at him again. “A serpent like, you heard what he said. I’m just a serpent. I’ll probably become a beast with scales when I make complete use of my powers.” he sounded sad again and Futaba took his hand in his.

“You do have some scales on your face and your arm,” she said and he began to rub his skin as if he was washing them away as she caressed his arm.

He looked down, feeling completely disgusted at the sigh he saw, but feeling her warm hand over them made him feel something he couldn’t describe. “but I think they look cute on you.” she said looking at him in the eyes.

His eyes changed, something inside of him changed completely as he heard those words directed towards him with such an innocence in her voice. She genuinely liked them, he didn’t thought he was a monster.

With a smile on his face, he stopped rubbing his skin and took her hand as he got up and ready to go to the dinning room of the temple. “Let’s go, we spend the whole day here and I’m starving.”

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Happy birthday!

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1.3K Fandom: Ikémen Revolution Pairing: Blanc Lapin Genre: Fluff and a tiny bit of angst. Warnings: There might be a few minor spoilers going on around here.  Also, happy birthday Raiku! Hope you like your present! It took me a while to decide who I should do this with, so I ended up deciding to go for a character I never wrote anything about, so I hope this is not too OOC. Anyways, enjoy your present. _______________________________________________________________

The girl was walking around from one side to the other of the room. She looked like she was about to panic as she waited and waited and waited for her. Every once in a while, she would look at the time. It was getting late and he wasn’t coming back, he was supposed to be back a few hours ago, he had told her. He had promised, what could have possibly have happened that made him be this late? He would never break a promise like this one, not on this day.

She knew he was too into work and that was fine, she didn’t mind that much. But… Why today out of all days? She sighed, feeling awful with herself but she wasn’t going to let that show.

She put a smile on her face and walked outside, to enjoy the night air before she went back to her room. 

The night air was cool as it hit her cheeks and the moon was visible in the cloudless sky. It was a beautiful full moon night, perfect to spend her birthday with her lover. But sadly, he was nowhere to be seen.

“Good night, Alice.” a soft voice said and she looked down, the pinkish haired guy was in front of her, grinning from ear to ear. “Happy birthday!” he exclaimed as he gave her a present. It was a small wrapped box that looked too expensive to be bought by a merchant like him.

Looking suspicious, she opened up the box only to find a beautiful bracelet with different shaped magic crystals, most of them looked like they were sweets. “Loki, did you… stole this?” she asked worried and he shook his head, taking the bracelet in his hands and putting it on her left wrist.

“I made it myself, those are wild magic crystals. They grow up near where I live.” he smiled, clearly looking proud of himself for making such a beautiful piece of jewelry. She smiled back at the sweet gesture that Loki had. “Now, I must get going, Harr will probably worry about me!” he exclaimed and turned around, waving Loki goodbye.

After he left, she sat down on the grass. A small black cat walked up to her and rubbed his head on her leg, he clearly wanted to be petted. With a smile on her face, she lifted the cat. “I see that you escaped again, Belle? Won’t your owner be mad at you for it?” as if the cat could understand the words, it meowed back.

Belle meowed again as he heard someone walk up to them, trying to call the girl’s attention and when she turned around, she sighed at the sight. Slowly walking up to them was the man she had been waiting for for a while now, dressed in his normal attire and with a guilty smile on his face.

“What is such a charming young lady doing here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be inside?” he asked, using the compliment he had used when he first met her back in London as she let go of Belle. “And why is a rabbit such as yourself being so late to the important date he promised not to miss?” she asked back and folded her arms in front of her, showing how mad she was at the man. “I know, I’m sorry Raiku.” his peach eyes looked sad as he offered her a bouquet of flowers.

“That won’t work on me and you know it, Blanc.” she said as she took the bouquet. The man nodded and smiled at her. “That’s why I came here, to show you why I was late.” he offered her his hand and waited for her to take it.

“Why should I go with you?” she was clearly mad at him. 

“Just… humor me, okay?” he asked and she sighed, she couldn’t say no to him no matter how hard she tried and he knew it. “Fine.” she took his hand. “But if I don’t like it, I’m leaving, okay?” Blanc nodded with a smile on his face.

With a slow but steady pace he walked towards a carriage that was waiting for them. As the gentleman he was, he opened the door for her and helped her get in. Then he got in and the carriage began to move.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Blanc spoke to fill the silence that fell between the two of them. Raiku nodded, looking through the window at the trees that belonged to the Black territory.

The carriage kept moving outside of the Black territory and into Central Quarter. The magic crystals illuminated the cobblestone streets that looked almost empty when covered in snow.

Once they made it to the Civic Center, the horses stopped and Blanc got down of the carriage to help her. “Why are we at your workplace?” she looked back at him, but he only smiled kindly as he guided her inside of the building. 

The hall was as empty as the streets and it looked a little deserted, but she didn’t say a word as the rabbit man guided her towards a spiral staircase that she knew a little too well. “What’s going on?” she asked, still not being able to get an answer out of the man.

Once they reached the end of the stairs, Raiku could see the moon shining in the exact same place where she had fell the first time she got to Cradle. What was Blanck planning? Was he going to take her back into her world?

Panic began to course through her veins at the thoughts that managed to find their way into her head and completely missed the way the white haired man’s face changed it expression in under a second. “What is this?” his cheeks were red, but she was sure that it wasn’t because of the cold and his eyes turned a little dark as he waited her answer. “Huh?” the girl looked at him and followed his eyes, that were on her wrist. “That is a bracelet that I got for my birthday.” she simply answered and the man pulled softly from her arm, making her collide with his chest and blush uncontrollably as he hugged her tight. “Another man gave you that?” she nodded and he sighed. “I find that atrocious, men should know that you’re already taken.” his voice sounded possessive, but there was no malice behind of it.

“Happy birthday, Raiku.” he said softly in her ear, making her shiver. This was a side of the rabbit she had never seen and she wasn’t sure whether she liked it or not yet.

Blanc took her by the arm and kissed her wrist lovingly, his actions a huge contrast after what he had just said. After that, he let her go, took her hand and made her turn around to face him. He pulled her towards the table were the red and black armies normally held meetings and saw that there lay a few plates with food and two glasses of what she was sure was alcohol. “So… this is why you were busy?” she asked, smiling for the first time since he found her in the Black Army’s “backyard”.

The man nodded, making her feel guilty for being so harsh to him. Getting closer to him, she kissed his cheek and walked towards the table. “Are you sure this is legal?” she asked worriedly, but he nodded in response.

“I got permission for this, don’t worry.” he took a chair out for her, the Queen’s chair and waited until she sat down. Next, he sat down on the King’s chair.

“Now, let’s eat and celebrate your birthday.” he said with a smile on his face. “This will be a long night, after all, I have to make sure everyone knows you’re already taken.” 

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A promise

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1,3K Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: Arthur Rimbaud x Celes (not my OC) ft. Vayne (not my OC either) Genre: Fluff, just fluff. I might be motivated since I’ve been working in 4 different fics for the last day and a half. Also, thank you so much Frankie for waiting for almost four months for this (and also for letting me write about this beautiful family)

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It was around midday when Vayne woke up, not because of the sun that had been directly hitting him in the eyes for at least two hours already, but because of his parents laughing from the kitchen.

It had been a few months since his mom had decided to move in with his biological father, Arthur Rimbaud and honestly, he couldn’t have been more happy with his mother’s decision. Ever since meeting his father, he had felt a strong wish to have a bond with him.

And, even if it was really hard at first, thanks to his father’s awkwardness, it was his mother’s reassurance that he was doing perfectly fine that actually encouraged him further to keep trying. And now, they were a happy family of three.

With slow movements, he got out of bed. His eyes were still half closed as he walked up to the kitchen, where his dad was hugging her mom as she was trying to teach him how to cook.

They were happy, at least she was as happy as she could be. And he couldn’t really remember another time when he had seen her so happy.

“Randou, Vayne is here!” she said, suddenly self conscious now that their son was in the same room as them. His father looked at him with a huge smile on his face and walked towards him. “Good morning!” he said as he played with his hair, things like that were the things that made obvious that they were father and son.

“Don’t you have classes today, dad?” he asked, confused as to why his dad was still at home.

“It’s Sunday…” he said, trying to hold back a laugh. “And, we have decided that we could do something together, as a family. What do you think?” he sat down with a cup of coffee between his hands to keep him a little bit more warm.

Vayne’s eyes immediately lit up. He loved days like that, when they could spend all day together playing and just doing nothing, just like his parents loved to do the same.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could do something for your mom for once and visit Yokohama’s museums. What do you think?” Rimbaud asked his son.

In the back, Celestine’s eyes lit up as a child’s. It had been a while now since her husband had suggested they do something for her, their activities were mostly focused around Vayne.

The boy was silent for a while. Then, he spoke with an excited tone of voice. “Yes, let’s do it!” Celes ran to them and hugged them tightly. She wasn’t expecting it, but she was excited to hear that they were doing something for her.

“Celes, you know I’m cold all the time and stuff and that I don’t mind you hugging me, but you’re kind of… cutting my air supply.” Randou laughed nervously as he tried to breathe. “Same here, mom. I love you, but I still want to live! I’m too young to die!” Vayne exclaimed from in between his parents.

“The two of you are exaggerated! That wasn’t that bad!” she exclaimed as she let the two of them go. “Anyways, both of you go get changed. We have plenty of places to visit!” she clapped twice with a grin on her face while she went to sit down on the couch.

The day went by relatively fast as they walked and walked around different museums while Celes rambled on about the paintings and the history behind them to the two men. Randou was glad to see that he had made the right choice when deciding to visit as many museums as he could for the day. As they were having dinner, Rimbaud’s phone rang loudly. “Oh, I’m sorry.” he said as he took his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll have to answer this, is from work.” he said as he got up and left his lover and son. “Yes, what is it?” he asked, sounding bored. The caller took a few breaths before answering his question, it seemed as if he had been running.

“We need you, you have to come back to France immediately.” the man finally said. Randou sighed sadly. “How long will it be this time?” even if he was forced to leave for unexpected circumstances, he was going to make sure he would come back to his family.

“We don’t know for sure, maybe a year.” the long haired man sighed again, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to leave them for so long. But work was work and he couldn’t say no to it.

“I’ll be there tomorrow evening.” he said and hang up, then he walked back to the table. The atmosphere was silent once he came back, probably from them waiting until Rimbaud told them what happened, which didn’t seemed to be happening any time soon.

“Why did they called you?” Celes asked curious as she kept eating. Somehow, by the expression on his face, she could tell it wasn’t anything good.

“I’ll have to go, I’m required back in France.” he answer as he began to eat his dinner. Vayne’s face fell a little at the news. “When will you come back?” her voice remained calm, she didn’t wanted to scare Vayne by panicking about his lover leaving.

“They said that it could be for a whole year.” he was still eating as if he was talking about the weather and not about him leaving for a year.

“You’ll be leaving us again?” Vayne sounded mad at it and Celes was waiting for him to scold Rimbaud. “Then we’ll go with you!”

For the first time since they sat down, Randou actually showed an emotion. He looked as surprised at his son’s outburst as Celes was. “I refuse to let you leave us again! We’ll go with you or you won’t go to France!” After a minute or two, his father laughed. “I would love to take you with me, but I’m sure they wouldn’t agree with the two of you staying with me. That’s why I’ll have to leave you here, but I promise I will come back this time.”

The black haired man finished his food and went to pack as fast as he could. Once he was done, he left his bag on the living room and hugged Celes tightly one last time. “I’m going to miss your warmth.” he sighed sadly as he kissed her one last time, let her go and went to hug his son. “And I’m also going to miss you and your crazy ideas.” he noticed the way Vayne was looking “Hey, don’t look so down!” he exclaimed, trying to make him feel better but failing.

He stopped for a second to think and then he took his hat out of his head and put it on top of Vayne’s head. The boy looked up at him with a confused expression on his face, not understanding his father’s gesture.

“Dad? Why are you giving me your hat?” he lifted it a little so he would be able to look at his father.

“Because, I want you to take care of it while I’m gone.” Vayne’s eyes lit up as he heard those words. “If you don’t trust my words, you can keep the hat. It’s my favorite hat, so you can be sure that I’ll come back for it.” he smiled at his son.

With a proud look on his face, the kid looked back at his dad. “I’ll make sure to take really good care of it while you’re gone!”

Rimbaud smiled one last time at the two of them and took his suitcase again. Then, he turned around and left the house. He was sure he was going to come back to them no matter what.

Vayne was left behind with his mom, but he wasn’t mad at all. His dad had just left, but he was already waiting impatiently until he came back.

“Time to go to bed, Vayne. You have classes tomorrow!” Celes exclaimed and he nodded. 

When Celes saw his son again, he was sleeping in his bed hugging his father’s hat tightly with a small smile on his face.

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Halloween Scare

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1.3 K Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: Ranpo x Poe-ish Genre: not really sure what this would clasify as...? It’s not horror, but it tries to be? I was supposed to post this tomorrow, but I lack the patience to wait until tomorrow, so I’m posting it today! Enjoy! You can always request something if you want! ________________________________________________________

He was walking around, feeling uneasy. There was something he needed, something he desperately craved for and he couldn’t have it. He needed someone’s help. His hands were on his hair and he was about to pull it out when the door suddenly opened.

The bohemian man walked in, looking as nervous as always, his raccoon pet on his shoulder. He had a few pages on his hands, held together by a paperclip with which his hands were entertaining themselves.

“Poe!” the man exclaimed as animated as always as soon as he saw him walk into the room, his hands went to his shoulders and he held him tightly, scaring Karl away. Poe’s eyes opened wide, completely scared as he saw the man in front of him.

He had never, in all the time they knew each other, seen Ranpo in such a state. The detective was missing his hat, his clothes where all over the place, as if he uncomfortably had moved them from one side to the other and his face… his face had been the most horrifying.

His glasses were missing as well and eyes were almost dead, open as wide as his. His mouth was in a really strange looking grin and, from the corners of his lips, there was a strange red liquid dripping down into his brown clothes. That’s when he noticed, his hands were coated in the same sticky liquid. “R… Ran...po...?” he asked, scared of Ranpo. The man in question smiled widely, he could see red in his mouth and teeth. Immediately, he released the papers he was holding. No, there was no way. It couldn’t be possible. People like them had abilities, superhuman powers and that was crazy enough, but… now there were vampires in this world? When did that happened? How?! Why did Ranpo fell into the trap of one of them? “I can’t deal with this anymore, Poe! I need your help! I’m glad that you arrived, I’m getting desperate!” he shook the man repeatedly. “I need it. I need it. I. NEED. IT.” he demanded.

Poe was never as scared as he was in that moment. Sure, he was a bit scared when he saw Ranpo get into the book he wrote alongside that Port Mafia executive, but this… this was another level of creepiness. This was pretty much a horror movie written out of his deepest nightmares. He began to shake as his mind began to think at a mile a minute, rushing to anticipate what Ranpo could possibly ask of him. Did he wanted him to help him bury the body of the person he had killed? Did he wanted him to get him someone else to kill? Did he wanted him to sacrifice himself for his sake? The trembling got worse at the mere thought of dying from blood loss at the hands of the best detective in Yokohama. The red staining his shirt, his loose tie and vest were haunting him to the point where he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

It was such a strange view to see Ranpo in such a messy state, but the man couldn’t think of it, he was way too distracted by the fact that there might have been a body hidden somewhere around the room he was in at the moment and he had to be careful.

Ranpo’s eyes went back to his original size, but his smirk remained untouched. At this point, Poe was frozen in place, completely pale and about to have a heart attack thanks to Ranpo. Karl was nowhere to be seen, so that must mean something, right?

If Karl wasn’t around, then something was seriously wrong with Ranpo. It was said that animals had a sixth sense after all… And… what was wrong with Ranpo was that… he had turned into a vampire out of nowhere and was now going to ask him some gory favor, he was sure of it.

“Is something wrong, Poe?” he asked, his frustrated voice was coated with concern for the brown haired. “N… No… No. No, nothing... is wrong…” he answered as he repeatedly shook his head, trying not to look so scared but failing miserably. Ranpo looked at him with a confused look and let him go, but ignored his scared attitude. “As I was saying, Poe,” he said, going back to their original conversation. “I desperately need your help.” The man tensed again, his thoughts going back to the red that was dripping from the man in front of him. He was done for, he was going to die at the hands of the smartest man he had ever known.

“I need you to get it for me, please! I’ll pay you however much you want!” he whined, in his typical childish tone. He immediately panicked. There it was, he was about to say it, he was about to ask for a person to drink blood from.

“Y… yes, sure… Whatever you want…” he stuttered and Ranpo looked happy and relieved as he grabbed his shoulders again. “Really? Thank you, Poe! You’re a lifesaver, I just finished the last of my snacks and I’m starving again!” he exclaimed as he turned around. Snacks? How many people had he killed so far?

“S… so… do you have any pre… preference? I mean, I don’t think you might, since you just turned, but… you know… one could never know…” he almost whispered to himself. Ranpo turned around, even more confused.

“What are you talking about, Poe? Are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned Poe as he walked away from him looking scared.

Poe took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. “Look, I know it must be hard for you, to be going through such a hard change… but I’m here for you, you know?” he let out, still not looking at Ranpo.

There was a long silence in the room which neither man dared to break. Poe had his eyes closed, Ranpo was looking at him confused.

Finally, the brown haired man opened up his eyes and looked up at the clueless bloodied man. “Change? I’m… changing…?” was the only thing that came out of Ranpo’s mouth.

The look the twenty-six year old man gave him resembled the one of a lost child, he hadn’t seen him that clueless about something ever since the time he crossed paths with Mushitaro Oguri and that only worried him more.

“Yes, you know…” he began. “You’re a vampire now, but I fully intend to be by your side.” Poe smiled shyly at him, Ranpo looked at him for a few seconds and then began to laugh.

“A vampire? Where do you come up with such crazy ideas, Poe?” Poe looked confused. “I’m not a vampire, what made you think something like that?” he sat down on his chair, more relaxed and with a kind smile on his still red face.

“Well, you’ve got a red liquid all over yourself. Your face, your hands, your clothes… you even got some on mine…” he pointed at his white sleeves. “Also, Karl ran away as soon as he saw you…” Ranpo’s smile was still there. “Karl probably ran away because he smelled this red liquid.” he said as he sucked his fingers clean of the substance. “This is strawberry jam, actually.” he said.

“Wait… If it’s not blood what you need, then what do you need?” he asked as he got closer to the table. There was even more red stains on his desk and a few of the papers that were laying on it.

“Sweets! I told you I ate all of my snacks already, I need more!” he demanded with a pout.

Finally coming to his senses, Poe looked around himself more. There were a lot of candy wrappers and a few more stains around Ranpo and, on top of that, the air smelled like strawberry.

Poe visibly relaxed and smiled. “So, all you wanted was some more snacks?” he asked and Ranpo nodded happily.

“Can you please get them for me?” he nodded and turned around to leave. “Thank you, Poe!”

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Don’t Leave Me (pt.1)

Rating: Eveyone

Word count: 1.9 K

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: OC x Dark!Ango Sakaguchi

Genre: Angst and fluff

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything to be warned about this one, maybe mentions of blood, but it’ll probably get darker as it progresses.

After a picture of one of the manga panels where Ango looks like he’s ready to kill someone and a long discussion, I finally wrote the dark!Ango fic I didn’t knew I needed. Once again, thank you Raiku, for that photo.

I’m still not really sure about it, but this will probably turn into a several chapters fic.

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The man was standing in a room really dark room, his hands were shaking, full of someone else’s blood. Another man was laying by his feet, looking completely terrified and scared for his life. 

With a smirk in his face, he pulled his glasses up and then brought his fingers to his dark brown hair, mixing his sweaty hair with the blood of his victim. 

The bloodied businessman wasn’t really sure of who the man who was torturing him was, but judging by the way he was using him as a pin cushion for his knife, he had a pretty good idea of who we was. He was the fifth executive of the Port Mafia, the more dangerous and mysterious of all of them. Even more than Dazai Osamu himself.

“Y… Y… You are…” he stuttered repeatedly. “You are the fifth executive?” his voice was suddenly terrified and the brown haired began to laugh. It began as a small giggle and, soon, it became a full maniacal laugh.

“It took you way too long. Now,” he dropped the bloodied knife he was holding into the floor and took out a gun. “Why don’t I…?” before he could finish the sentence, his phone rang.

He took his phone out, still pointing the gun into the man’s head with a crazed look in his eyes. Two words filled his screen, it read “Lupin’s later.”. With a small sigh, he answered positively and suddenly was glad to have a change of clothes with him.

After he put his phone away again, he focus went back to his victim. The man was trying to hide his face behind his hands in a futile effort for protecting himself.

Without a second thought, his instincts took over and he was already shooting him repeatedly, enjoying the feeling of each bullet that left his gun and the smell of death that lingered in the air. “Awww… You just ruined one of my best suits.” he complained looking at the hem of his light brown pants.

Once he was satisfied, he left the room and walked up to a conveniently placed shower room with his stuff in hand.

As the lukewarm water hit him softly in the back, he laughed dryly. That was what his life had been limited to since Mori and himself had discovered that he was better at getting rid of the mafia’s enemies and traitors than doing office work.

His position as an executive was a secret that he kept from everyone, even from his two best friends: Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu, who was an executive himself. It was hard to keep such a thing from both of them, but he decided it was for the best if they only knew him as the quiet and calm man that worked redacting the mafia’s archives.

He brought his hands to his head, the dried blood giving in and falling with the water like melted ice cream, dying his hands a deep crimson color. He took a look at both of his hands, a small smirk forming on his lips as he remembered the events that had lead to the moment he was in.

Suddenly, as if a calming wave hit him, he remembered her face and his hands began shaking again. What would she think of him if she knew the things that he did? Even if it was a dangerous thing, she knew that he was a record keeper in the mafia. But this, this was another level of dangerousness and a part of him he would never want her to see.

He clenched his hands and closed his eyes, trying not to think of such things that would make him want to go on a rampage.

With his bag hanging from his arm, he stood outside Lupin’s bar for a few seconds trying to come up with an excuse as to why his day had been so desperately boring. Then, after a little while, he opened the door and walked into the bar.

Both of his friends were already there, Dazai was laughing while Odasaku shook his head, as if he was disapproving of whatever Dazai had told him. “Ohhhh Ango! You’ve finally arrived! I was beginning to think that you were going to ran off with your girlfriend!”

Ango quietly sat beside him and asked the bartender for a tomato juice, he wouldn’t want to go back home drunk and spill any secrets to her. He was really overprotective of her when it was about knowing the shady things that he did in the mafia.

“Awwwnnn… You’re no fun, Ango! I was expecting you to have a drink with us!” he complained.

“I am having a drink.” he said as he turned to look at him while taking the glass that was now in front of him.

“Yeah, but it’s not alcohol!” Dazai complained, a pouty look on his face.

“Let him drink whatever he wants, Dazai.” Odasaku interrupted the young and slightly drunk Dazai. “How was your day, Ango?” the older one of the group asked him with a kind look on his face.

“Boring, as always, I had to deal with loads of paperwork. Most of them related to the incident that happened when Dazai was leading the Black Lizard the other day.” he looked at Dazai from behind his glasses, blaming him for the whole thing.

“I… It’s not my fault that the kid decided to act on his own and kill those people!” the young man wrapped in bandages complained about his subordinate.

“Actually, yes. It is, you’re the one who’s supposed to teach him some discipline. After all, you were the one who brought him in the first place.” from the other side of the table, he could see Odasaku nodding, clearly agreeing with him.

“Let’s talk about something else… Why not…” he looked down at his glass as he thought of a better topic, but kept silent for a really long time.

After a while, his phone began to ring insistently. He took it out of his pocket and, as soon as he saw it, he regretted not being more careful. He was sure that Dazai was going to notice it and point it out.

As if he was reading his mind, the brown haired opened up his mouth. “Is that… blood on your phone’s screen?” he looked confused as he put down the glass he was drinking from. The phone had a big print on the screen from where he had grabbed it when he responded to his message earlier, when he was torturing that businessman.

“Oh, I got hurt. Nothing serious, though.” he quickly said, his voice not wavering in the sight less. The last thing he wanted was to have Dazai on his back, closely watching his every move. “I might have left the stain when I answered your message.”

Even if Dazai didn’t made another comment about it, he could clearly see in his eyes that he wasn’t completely convinced by the excuse that he had given him. And that, sooner or later would become a problem, he was sure of it. But, for the time being, he just wanted to enjoy the time he had with both of them.

His attention went back to his phone, where a message from his girlfriend was waiting to be read. She was answering his message saying that he wouldn’t make it to dinner because he was hanging out with both of his friends. “Have fun, I’ll be waiting for you to come back.” she had answered. He smiled at the phone with a soft smile on his face, just thinking about her was enough to make him relax. 

“What do you think about some dog food?” Dazai asked absent-minded as he looked up at the ceiling. Both, Odasaku and Ango looked at him like he had lost his mind. “I’m craving some dog food…” he whispered as he took his hands to his stomach. 

“Dazai…” Odasaku said, warning the youngest of the group. Apparently, his fear of dogs didn’t stop him from eating their food. 

“Yes, I’ll do that! It’s the best way to die!” he got up, suddenly sounding happy and left the place almost running. 

With a sigh, Odasaku got up behind him and left a few bills on the counter. “I’ll go look after him, sorry for cutting this meeting short.” he apologized to his friend and left. 

Finishing what was left of his tomato juice, he payed for his drinks and began to walk home. 

He walked up the stairs of the apartment that he shared with his girlfriend with a relaxed stance, his face had a smile on it and the keys that were in his hands hit each other making a small metallic sound. 

He stopped in front of his door, softly putting the key on the lock. With a twist of his wrist, the door opened up. Inside, the lights were off and he could hear the faint sounds of a TV near by.

He left the keys on a small ceramic bowl near the door and his small bag close to it. One of his hands went straight to his tie, sliding it down slowly and, then, he took his blazer off, leaving him just in a dressing shirt and his tie.

With his other hand, he pulled his glasses and afterwards, it ended again in his hair as he walked into the living room area. The TV was on, some cheesy romantic movie was playing in the backgroud.

“Hello.” he said as he kept walking towards the couch where he knew she was. The silence that greeted him confused him even farther, why didn’t he got an answer? As soon as he turned around the corner of the furniture that obstructed the view of the girl, he found out: she had fallen asleep.

With a small smile on his face, he turned the TV off and lifted his girlfriend in a bridal style fashion, carrying her to their bedroom.

He laid her down slowly on the soft mattress, the sudden change of surface woke her up a little bit. “Ango?” she asked sleepy as her face moved to face him.

“It’s late, go back to sleep.” he whispered, his lips gracing her ear. He kissed her forehead as she nodded and fell back alseep.

After he made sure that she was actually asleep, he got off of her and laid beside her, hugging her tightly to himself. He wasn’t always that way, but, at that moment, he needed her close to him. He needed to know that she was close and wouldn’t let him go.

As if sensing his distress, the girl turned around and faced him, but her eyes were still closed. Her head ended up on his chest as she got closer to him. His breath stopped for a second, as he felt her closer to him.

Some days he felt like when they started dating, scared that every little thing he did would end up in her getting mad at him, scared that she would find out his secret and decided to leave him. Many times after she moved in with him he would walk into the apartment and suddenly feel afraid that she wouldn’t be there.

But the feeling would be immediately chased away by the soft sound of his girlfriend’s voice greeting him as she ran to him and hugged him really tight, honestly happy that he came back home safely.

He never had someone so eagerly waiting for him to get back home and the feeling that someone was actually waiting for him was something he actually liked very much. The feeling of knowing that someone would greet him with a smile every time he crossed the apartment’s door was the happiest feeling he had since becoming friends with Odasaku and Dazai.

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Masterlist

A3!

Comforting Hugs (Masumi Usui) Worthy or not (Sakyo Furuichi) Gamer’s Love (Itaru Chigasaki)

Akayashi Romance Reborn

Ability (Ginnojo) A panicky Christmas (Akiyasu Kurahashi) - Requested

Bungou Stray Dogs

Don’t Leave Me (Dark!Ango Sakaguchi fic) pt1 pt2 Will we meet again? (Chuuya Nakahara)  Corruption (Chuuya Nakahara) Halloween Scare (Ranpo & Poe) A promise (Rimbaud & OC)

Ikemen Revolution

I love you, little lady. (Sirius Oswald)  Happy Birthday! (Birthday gift fic)

Uta no Prince-sama A warm celebration (Reiji Kotobuki)

Last updated: January 13th 2020

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A warm celebration

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1,5K Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama Pairing: Reiji Kotobuki Genre: Fluff, just fluff. So much fluff that I’m about to cry. Warning: gay AF, don’t read it if you don’t like those things.

I was supposed to write and upload this other birthday fic like... 17 days ago, but things happened and I wasn’t able to... I’m deeply sorry for this, but not really, since this came out better than I expected. I love this fic, it made me go “AGDSVATGSHGT” inside. I find it funny that you were the one who got me into UtaPri and the first UtaPri fic I ever uploaded is for your birthday lol. Anyways, here you have your super late birthday present. I hope you like this as much as I do <3 ______________________________________________________________

So far, it was a normal day in his life. He woke up early as every other day, helped make some breakfast and got congratulated for almost everyone in the Shining Agency; the only one that haven’t said anything to him was the person he wanted to spend that special day with.

“So, what do you want to do for your birthday, Luke?” Camus asked, taking a drink of his probably too-sweet-to-be-good tea. “We should probably make a grand party, use the space we have here to throw an elegant ball… Probably a masquerade!” he said, delighted with the idea he came up with. Ranmaru laughed at the longer haired man. “He wouldn’t like something like that. We should do something like… a karaoke night, a fight between us and our respective units. Luke could join you and Cecil and we would be three groups of three.” he suggested.

Ai was absentmindedly looking at the two of them fight as he took a sip of his coffee, Luke was sitting next to him looking at the other two men bickering about what to do for his birthday with a bored expression on his face.

If he was honest, he would be fine with just some regular dinner and a slice of cake. That was all he needed, but two quarters of Quartet Night were too focused on making a big celebration out of his birthday.

“Let’s see what Luke thinks of it.” Ranmaru suggested and both of them looked at him with the most terrifying expressions he ever saw in their faces. “Luke, what would you prefer to do for your birthday?”

“Well, I would like to…” he began to speak, but was suddenly cut off by a figure on the door. Just as he was about to give up and keep on with his daily routine, the brown haired he longed to see walked through the door looking as if he barely managed to get dressed before he went to the dining room, even his hat was almost falling off of his head. “You’re still here! I thought I missed you!” he exclaimed as he grabbed him by his shoulders, surprising the other man. “Go get changed, today you’ll spend the day with me.” he said, making the other man smile softly.

With a smile on his face at his words, he got up and turned around to leave. “He hasn’t answered our question yet, Reiji. Don’t think you have the right to do walk in and take him away like that!” Camus exclaimed, clearly angered at his team mate.

Reiji smiled as he panicked a little under the gaze of the three men that were in the room with him. “I’m sorry, it’s too late now. I’ll be stealing him for the day and you won’t get a say in it!” he answered in a singing voice as he served himself some coffee while he waited for the man to finish getting ready. 

As he finished his coffee, Luke walked into the room again. Reiji smiled at him and took the keys of his car, then he walked towards him and grabbed his hand, pulling him away softly. He didn’t question the brown haired, he just let himself be pulled towards the green beetle that was parked outside of the building. No words were exchanged between them as Reiji began to drive away from the Shining Agency.

As if the silence was kind of awkward for Reiji, he began to hum in a really low voice, almost like a whisper. Luke smiled again, that was an old habit of his. Ever since he met the singer, he would hum under his breath when nervous and that would make Camus go crazy sometimes, but he found it simply adorable.

He immediately recognized the song that he was humming, it was “Never...”. Some of the cool December air found its way inside of the car and the snow kept falling and piling up on the hood of the car.

It was clearly a relaxing cold morning, one of those that would want you to be wrapped in some warm blankets while drinking some hot chocolate. And yet there he was, going on a road trip to who-knew-where with the man he had a huge crush on.

The thought made him laugh to himself, he was actually happy that he took him away from the fight Ranmaru and Camus were having, now he could spend his birthday the way he actually wanted to without making anyone feel bad about it.

Once the car stopped, he looked outside of the window only to find himself in a really familiar place… was that…? Reiji opened his door with one of signature smiles, distracting him for a second. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.” he said, taking his hand and finally taking him out of the small beetle he owned.

The cold air hit him even harder as he stepped out of the car, and he immediately hugged himself in an attempt to keep himself warm. “Come on, we have plenty to see!” he said excitedly as he pulled the younger man around the place where they had met for the first time.

He wasn’t expecting to see the brown haired in such a good mood, but… it was Reiji after all, what was he expecting? It was normal to see him with a huge smile on his face all of the time.

The day was spent away by walking around the city, visiting different places that interested both of them. The final place he took Luke to was a small part of the port, where they could see the sea. A normal place for couples to go to. He looked at his companion with a confused expression on his face, but he either didn’t noticed it or completely ignored his confusion and kept walking. Towards where the concrete ended and the sea began.

“Did you have fun today?” he asked as he leaned on his elbows on the railing, the wind was blowing softly, messing with his long hair as he looked back at him. His smile seemed honest now and his body language looked relaxed, it was almost like he was opening his heart up to him in that instant.

Luke walked up to him and did the exact same thing, leaning on the railing and looked at the sea in front of them. “Here.” Reiji said, bringing his attention back to him as he put his hat on his head. “This is your birthday present. I know you like them a lot.” he laughed softly as the other man blushed a little.

“Th… thank you.” he stuttered a little, trying not to look at him again. He wouldn’t be able to deal with the man he was in love with seeing him blushing like that, he was thankful that Ren wasn’t aroud to see that. He was sure he wouldn’t ever hear the end of it if he saw him in that state.

“But that’s not all.” he stood straight, looking at the shorter brown haired who looked really surprised as he grabbed him by his shoulders again and made him stand straigher, like he was doing. He had another gift for his birthday? A sigh came out of Reiji’s lips, making Luke panic. What was going on? What was all of this about?

Just as he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest from the anxiety that the whole situation was giving him, the taller man held his face in his hands and, before he had the time to realize what was going on, kissed him.

“Happy birthday, Luke.” he whispered with an even happier smile on his face as he finally let go, clearly happy that the other man didn’t push him away. The birthday boy was shocked. It was like his mind stopped working for a second, trying to process what had just happened. 

Reiji began to walk away, towards his car, leaving him behind. He only looked back to wink at him but kept walking. “Reiji, wait!” he exclaimed, making him stop. And the singer did, he stopped and turned around, waiting for Luke to catch up with him. “Yes? What is it?” once they were together again, he seemed completely unaffected by what just had happened. “You have to take me back or were you planning on leaving me out here in the cold?” Reiji laughed nervously, like he did when Camus got mad at him, once he realized his mistake. “Also, there’s something I need to do.” Reiji looked interested at the words that came out of him, but didn’t say a word. He just patiently waited for him to do something, and he did. He got on the tip of his toes to make up for the height difference and kissed him again. Then, he turned around and walked towards Reiji’s car, leaving him behind. “So, are you coming?” Luke screamed from where the car was, snapping Reiji out of his trance.

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Corruption

Rating: Everyone Word count: 2,1 K Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: OC x Chuuya Nakahara Genre: Angst

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It was a normal day for her at work, at least as normal as a day in the mafia could be. She was running around with tons of paperwork in her hands, so she barely had time to check her phone notifications, which seemed to be endless as she wouldn't stop feeling it ringing inside of her pocket. 

It was around half an hour later, when she had finally had a break and took her phone out, ready to see who needed her so desperately. She looked at the almost fifty missed calls from Dazai speechless. What could he possibly want now to be so insistent? 

Just as she was about to read his messages, her phone began to ring. The caller was Dazai, again. 

"What is it? Why are you calling me so insistently? Don't you know that I'm busy working?" she said angrily as she picked up the call. 

"Listen, this is an emergency." he said and she laughed. 

"What's the emergency this time? You're hanging upside down because you're too stupid to properly kill yourself?" she was seriously done with Dazai ridiculous calls. 

"No, not this time…" he barely managed to speak before she cut him off again. 

"Then what? Do you want to show me a new way to do that? Or is it that you want me to find you new and innovative ways to do it…?" she kept going, completely ignoring the urgency in Dazai’s voice.

"It's Chuuya!" he screamed, cutting her off. She immediately shut up, panic taking over her whole body as she heard the red haired’s name. "He…" Dazai sighed. "He used Corruption and I wasn't able to stop him in time… I… I don't think he has much time left." His voice was barely a whisper as he finished the sentence, probably because he was scared of what she could say to him at that moment.

She could feel her phone slipping through her fingers and crashing against the ground beneath her. Her world was literally breaking down at the thought of a universe where Chuuya didn't exist, a universe where Chuuya wasn’t there beside her. 

She got up immediately, her legs trembling as well as her hands as ran out of the small office where she was. She felt herself crush into someone, probably Kōyō. But she kept running anyways, she didn’t had the time to deal with anyone, she had to make it to Chuuya's side immediately. 

She could hear sirens in the distance and the cold salty air of Yokohama City filled her lungs. Near the most important warehouses of the Port Mafia, she could see smoke and a building suddenly crumbling down.

Panic coursed through her even harder as she saw that. Were they okay? What was going on? Why did Chuuya chose to willingly use Corruption? Why didn’t Dazai stop him on time? She ran as fast as her feet would carry her, she had to get to both of them.

People and cars were accumulating in the streets and the police and ambulances were trying to get to the place of the incident. Some of them were annoyed, others were simply curious to see why the building had fallen down.

“We’re working to see what had happened. So far, we can’t give you any kind of information.” one of the policeman that were already at the scene were telling the people who were looking around with horrified looks, others were just recording the place of the incident.

After pushing people around and getting to the front lines, she was stopped by one of the police officers. “You can’t walk in there. Civilians are not allowed in.”

“I don’t care.” she tried to get past the officer, but was stopped again.

“You can’t walk in there.” the person insisted. “I know, you probably have a loved one there, but you’ll have to wait until the rescue unit comes. They will take care of it.” the officer’s voice sounded as if they were trying to reassure her, but that wasn’t what she needed at the moment. She needed to see him.

“I said, I don’t care.” she said again and walked past the officer, running so no one would stop her before time.

“Dazai!” she screamed as she walked around, stepping on pieces of debris as she desperately tried to find the two of them.

“Over here!” she heard Dazai’s voice screaming at her. As she turned around, she saw Dazai down on his knees, Chuuya’s head on his lap. Even in the distance, he looked as if he was agonizing.

When she finally got to the two of them, she kneeled next to Dazai and took Chuuya’s head on her lap. “Oi, you dumbass. She’s finally here.” the brown haired nudged Chuuya, making him open his eyes a little.

“Huh? She’s here?” he whispered, his voice sounded exhausted and she could see him having some difficulties to breathe as he breathed in.

“Hey, I’m here.” she whispered as she slowly caressed his hair. His hat was a few feet away from them, his gloves were missing and his skin was covered in red furious marks, evidence that he had used his ability to its full potential to the point where we was now dying an agonizing death.

The day had started as a brand new, happy day for her. It was only a few hours prior that she was making some dinner plans with her boyfriend over the phone and now… Now she was struggling not to cry in front of him as he was dying.

His eyes were still closed as his hand reached to caress her cheek. She was surprised he even had the strength left in his body to do such a thing. “Don’t cry.” he said, she could see the faint smile on his face. How could he say such a thing in a moment like that? “I don’t want to see you crying.” his voice was soft and caring.

His hand began to drop, he was clearly even more exhausted. She immediately grabbed it, feeling strange as she felt his skin against hers. It felt foreign to her, but she enjoyed the sensation anyways.

His eyes opened up again and he extended his other hand, taking ahold of his hat. He moved it towards her head and left the hat resting on top of her head.

“Wh… What are you doing? Don’t move too much!” she said with a trembling voice.

“It’s yours now, keep it. I love the way it looks on you.” he smiled weakly at her. She could feel the tears wanting to be free, but she refused to cry.

The last thing she heard coming out of his mouth was a whisper in the form of her name, a whisper that she was sure she would never forget for as long as she kept living.

Time seemed to stop when she noticed it, tears began to fall freely now, there was nothing left to stop them. She gripped his hand tightly, slowly let it go. 

“Chūya?” she whispered as she nudged him carefully. He didn’t even moved, even if she wanted to deny it, she couldn’t. Deep down, she knew the truth, Chuuya was dead.

“Are you okay?” she could hear Dazai’s soft and gentle voice next to her as he put a hand on her shoulder. Even if he hated her, he couldn’t bring himself to say something about his enemy dying. It just felt… wrong for him to do so in a moment like that.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she broke down, hugging his boyfriend’s body as if he would disappear if she let go.

It had been a few days since the day when she lost him, she was currently sitting in a bar somewhere around the Port Mafia’s headquarters. She was playing with glass of wine that she was holding between her fingers and a bottle of wine was sitting next to her elbow, on top of the counter.

“You see why I called you?” near by, a red haired nudged a brown haired male, who look really uncomfortable standing in the middle of the Port Mafia’s headquarters and looking at the scene in front of him.

“Not really, what am I supposed to do?” he asked, confused by the reason why he was summoned there. Was he supposed to cheer her up? Him out of all people?

“I want you to talk to her. She hasn’t been talking to anyone. Not with me, not with Tachihara, not with Akutagawa nor with Gin… and you know how close she is to the three of them.” the red haired said and looked at the man beside her. “You know I would never ask anything of you, specially not after you left the Mafia like that. But please, could you try talking to her, Dazai?”

He had to admit, the sight in front of him was depressing. Never in his life he thought he would see the girl in such a state, and having Kōyō Ozaki personally asking him a favor such as this… He couldn’t refuse.

With slow, careful steps he walked up to her. Her eyes didn’t move from the glass in front of her, still filled with a wine he remembered too well, a bottle of 1889 Pétrus. In front of her, a pack of cigarettes was half open, beside it was a lighter, ready in case someone wanted a smoke. Dazai chuckled softly at the sight before himself. Again, another sight he would have never thought he would see in his lifetime.

“What do you want?” her voice was merely a whisper, but he could still hear the anger in it even if he could barely hear the words she spoke.

“Someone asked me to come and see you. They told me you looked miserable, but I was certainly not ready for this.” he said, catching her attention and making her look up, revealing the face that Chuuya’s hat had been hiding from him.

“What do you mean this?” if looks could kill, Dazai was sure that she would have buried him six feet under. Still, he smiled softly at her.

“Are you trying to pick up his habits or something?” he asked, pointing at the bottle of wine and the pack of cigarettes that were in front of her. She sighed at his words and he kept going. “Even if he usually did that, it doesn’t mean he would have wanted you doing the same things, you know?”

She laughed humorlessly. “I’m not. I can’t even do this. I’ve been staring at this glass of wine for the last thirty minutes, trying to decide whether I should drink it or not, but I can’t do it. I thought this would help me ease the pain I feel inside of me, but… I don’t think this is actually working.”

Dazai put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. “I know what it feels like.” he said, making her look at him with a really confused look. “I guess I should explain myself… I had a friend, whom I held dearly, who died a few years ago.” he began to explain. “I didn’t knew how to deal with his death at first, until I remembered what his last words were. He had told me to be a good person, to do something good with my life.”

As Dazai’s eyes looked at the distance with an expression she was sure she had never seen in her eyes, she began to wonder where he was going with that.

“What I mean is… Don’t waste your time crying for him. Instead, do something better, live your life the way he would’ve wanted you to live it.” he smiled as he got up. “You never know where it might take you to.”

Dazai left her alone after that. She was shocked, there were no tears on her face. She was just staring blankly at the large selection of drinks that was in front of her. To live her life the way Chuuya would’ve wanted her to live it?

Her gaze went down to her drink again. This time, she took it to her lips, taking a large sip of the wine. Then, she left the glass down again and smiled.

The girl had no idea how much she needed Dazai’s words until she heard them, and that was what she was going to do. She was going to stop crying around for him and closing herself inside of a cocoon and begin to live her life the way she knew Chuuya would’ve wanted her to live.

[raven-writes-requests]

Hi, everyone!

Hello everyone, so... After giving it much thought I finally decided to make a writing blog to take requests.

I'll be making a post with the things that I won't be writing about, in the meantime, you can begin to make requests if you want to.

Some of the fandoms I can write about are

- Bungou Stray Dogs

- Ikemen Sengoku (I haven't played all routes, ask me if I played the character you want me to write about first)

- Ikemen Revolution

- Ikemen Vampire

- Ayakashi Romance Reborn - A3!

I'll probably update this whenever I feel ready to take requests from more fandoms. You can always ask if I can write for a fandom that's not on the list, since I've seen so much anime I might have forgotten some that I've seen.

List updated as of January 13th 2020

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Will we meet again?

Rating: Everyone

Word count: 1.3 K

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: OC (I guess this counts as an OC?) x Chuuya Nakahara

Genre: Angst.

Okay, so I finally managed to make a little time to write something short so you guys can get familiar with the kind of stuff that I write. I hope you like it, comment. And, of course, feel free request anything if you want to! 

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He was holding his glass of wine with a tight grip, his eyes were full of rage and he could feel himself shaking. Clearly, there was something wrong with him. 

The anger within him was growing with each passing second, his patience wearing thin as he remembered the images that were going around in his head since that day. 

Finally snapping, he threw the glass towards the nearest wall. It broke upon contact, spilling all of its contents on the floor and leaving a rain of glass and alcohol behind. 

With a frown on his face, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and, then, a lighter. His hand was shaking so bad that it took him a few tries to light it up, but he eventually managed. 

"Please, don't… Please…" he was holding the figure closer to himself, pleading as if there was no tomorrow. She was the last thing that remained from his past, the only thing good that came out of it and the only thing from it that he refused to let go. 

"Don't leave me yet, I'm going to find a way to save you, I swear." the girl in his arms smiled weakly as she shook her head. She wasn't going to be saved and she knew that and it broke her heart to see him that way. 

If he was like this in that moment, then how was he going to hold on after she was dead and gone? How was he going to deal with her leaving him? The mere thought of the red haired being that broken brought tears to her eyes. 

"Chuuya." she whispered, her voice was as soft as ever despite her being wounded and profusely bleeding. 

One of his gloved hands left the spot behind her head for a second and touched her lips as if he was trying to silence her. His eyes were full of unshed tears and it had probably been the first time she ever saw him about to cry. 

"Don't say anything…" he pleaded again, knowing well what she was about to do. His hand rested on her cheek as he softly caressed it, leaving a soft trail of her blood behind his fingers. He was delaying the inevitable, he knew that, but he needed the hope that everything was going to be fine. 

Being as stubborn as she was, she completely ignored his request and opened up her mouth to say what she desperately wanted and needed to say. 

"I love you." she said. A few seconds later, a drop fell into her cheek and the red haired began to shake. 

"I love you too." he whispered. "I am so sorry I wasn't able to save you." his voice was full of pain. 

With whatever little strength she had left, she took his hand, removing his glove and brought it close to her. 

"Don't be. I had a happy life and you know who is responsible for that?" he shook his head, ignoring who she was referring to. "You." she smiled. "So don't be sorry, we'll meet again eventually." 

He could still remember her taking her last breath, the pool of red, crimson blood that gathered around the two of them as he realized that she was gone. 

It had been quite a while since that day, but he would still find himself waiting to see her walking into the room, with that beautiful smile that she always had on her face. 

"Will we meet again?" he whispered to himself as he took another drag from his cigarette, still shaking but a little more relaxed than before.

"Yes, we will." the red haired could feel a hand on his shoulder and a faint whisper of a voice that was familiar to him. 

But that couldn't be, was he losing his mind? Was it real? Was it her? 

"It's not real…" he sighed, trying to convince himself. 

With the cigarette still on his lips he got up and left the room, leaving the girl behind him looking quite shocked as a smirk found its way to her face.

Time went by. Hours, days, months, years of him waiting until the day finally came to him. 

He had been on a mission with a few subordinates he was supposed to evaluate. It was simple, a reconnaissance mission like the ones he used to do back in the day, when he had started. Things were going really well and that surprised him. Until someone had been alerted of their intrusion and their enemy began to attack. 

He was now laying on his back, the stab wound bled unceasingly as he tried to get up hurting himself even more in the process. With a sigh, he stood completely still. He was going to die there.

He tried to move one of his hands to take a cigarette from his pocket, if he was going to die there, he wanted to enjoy a final one. His hand failed to move, the commands he gave his brain seemed to be useless as it just stood still right next to his body.

His eyes were focused on the ceiling, a large, tall metal piece that covered him from the chilly air of the evening. Although he was laying there feeling cold, his mind was somewhere else completely, his mind was remembering her last moments. Did she felt the same way that he did as he slowly bled out? Did she felt like this while he hold her tightly and pleaded for her to hold on?

What a pain, he thought as he closed his eyes, too tired to fight against the current. Too tired to follow his instincts and fight. He was tired, he was done, he greeted whatever destiny threw at him, he didn’t care about it anymore.

When he opened up his eyes again, a surprising view greeted him. The girl he had almost forgotten what she looked like was staring down at him with a smile in what looked like the meadow where he took her on their first date. He called out her name once, twice and her smile grew wider.

She lay down next to him with her head on his chest. It felt real, too real. He held his hands in front of his eyes and, with shaking hands, he took his gloves off, moving his fingers a few times as if he were testing them. 

Then, he entangled one of them in her hair. He could feel his eyes tearing up just by feeling the sensation that he never thought he would feel ever again as she drew patterns on his chest with her finger.

“Am I dead?” he asked in a whisper, completely sure that this was real and that she was dead. Was he dreaming of what he wished was true?

Her finger stopped moving abruptly and she was still as a rock for a second before she took a deep breath again. It seemed as if she was debating whether to tell him the truth or not. She sighed softly and looked up into his eyes with the most serious expression he ever saw on her face even when she was alive.

“I told you we would meet again.” she said, not answering his question. Although, if he analized what she had told him, he could clearly understand what the answer really was.

He didn’t exactly knew what to do, how to react. Was he mad? Not really. Did he wish it was a dream? Perhaps… but if that meant that he could be with her for the rest of eternity, then no.

“Where you waiting for long?” he kept caressing her as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, finally relaxing after what felt like forever.

“Not really.” she answered with a smile as she began to draw soothing patterns on his chest again.

[raven-writes-requests]

Request rules.

To avoid any any confusion, I'm going to write what I won't be writing about here:

Underage relationships

Anything NSFW

Self harm

Abusive relationships

Mental illnesses

You can request any type of character relationship (it can be a self insert or just two characters from the same series.)

List updated as of June 27th 2019