#and i WILL take any chance to show off noiz <33

[autism-corner]

love having a lil trans flag sticker on my laptop as if the big noiz one doesnt say the exact same. if not more.

[murasakiyuzu]

Um if ur still doing that writing prompt could u do #1 for noiz and Aoba because I love your noiao fanfic so much😊 OR koujaku and noiz with #33 whichever speaks to u more

FINALLY i have it.

since you mentioned liking my fanfic, i wrote a little post-ending story, using the two prompts because I love noiz and aoba Floofing All Over the Place and i also love koujaku plotting noizs demise. what a great relationship. 

i hope ull like it! (and excuse any typo/grammar mistakes, i wrote half of this between 2am and 8am, ill fix things up slowly lm a o)

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10830039

Was itreally a “reception” if it was just a bunch ofmid-twenties-to-late-thirties men in yukata drinking sake and laughing loudlyaround a coffee table? That’s what Noiz asked himself, watching Mizuki’sfriends make jabs at each other with a cup held loosely on his fingers.

Heshouldn’t have expected anything different, really. Mizuki and Sei didn’t suitthe idea of wedding receptions Noiz had constructed from the many parties hehad to—begrudgingly—attend. One of them being Agnes and Emilia’s; he still had headachesjust from remembering the sheer extravagancy of the celebration. What kind ofwedding reception lasted two days?

Mizuki andSei were the very opposite of that. Firstly, Sei hated crowds and noisiness, sothere was no way a big party would’ve been a comfortable endeavor for him.

Secondly,Mizuki still hated spending money, the cheapskate.

But thenagain, Noiz thought with a snort as his lips touched the rim of his sake cup,Mizuki would’ve gladly gone bankrupt paying for a party if it was for Sei. Thishuge house they were in right now was proof of that; picture frames of thecouple’s shared life littering the walls and every flat surface sans the floor.

So, insteadof a big party with a big cake, famous photographers and hundreds of strangersin crisp suits and long dresses… Mizuki and Sei settled for a small gatheringin their living room, counting with only the wedding ceremony’s few guests. SeragakiTae, Haruka and Nine decided to forgo the little celebration, but it was stillquite rowdy; Koujaku and Mizuki exchanged little stories from their growing uptogether, and Mizuki’s teammates tackled them with their own perspectives, dragginggraceless guffaws from each other.

The oneperson that could mind it, though, was fast asleep, head lolling on Mizuki’sshoulder. Mizuki had tried to stop Sei from sleeping so early, it’ll mess up your sleep schedule you dummy,but his husband ultimately curled up along his side on the sofa and dozed off.Mizuki simply wrapped a supporting arm around his waist and kept onentertaining his guests with an easy smile.

Noiz didn’treally have much to contribute, so he contented himself with watching the trading of quips and teasingover the coffee table. The sake didn’t inebriate him but set pleasant, simmeringwarmth under his skin, enough that he quickly discarded his suit jacket and tie,undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt. There was only one thing botheringhim as his gaze floated towards the empty spot beside him, the grey zabuton gonecold but still rumpled under the weight that was there before.

Where theheck was Aoba?

To thinkAoba had told his father that he would keepthese delinquents in line, and now he was gone. It had been almost twentyminutes since Noiz had returned from the bathroom and Mizuki told him Aoba hadleft for a moment, waving him off dismissively when Noiz asked where he went.

Aftersending all the wedding pictures Theo demanded from him (I may not be able to take the time off to attend it but you’ll be myeyes at their wedding, Wim!), Noiz got up from the floor with a grunt,slipping the phone back into his pants’ pocket.

“I’mgonna look for Aoba,” he let Mizuki know, not waiting for any vocalresponse since his friend was busy sneering and playfully kicking Koujaku’sshoulder.

The raucouslaughter and banter ebbed away as Noiz stepped away from the living room. As heroamed around the house, he thought of where Aoba could be, and came up withnothing; the house was spacious but didn’t exactly count with many rooms. Havingfound the kitchen and bathroom empty, he had to move to the less likely places.He wasn’t surprised to find the dark storage room uninhabited, as well as Mizukiand Sei’s bedroom.

The lastroom was a place he hadn’t, in fact, visited before. Noiz slid the door openwith his shoulders set stiffly, worrying he was snooping around too much andinvading Sei’s privacy. Noiz didn’t worry or care for Mizuki’s privacy,obviously.

The firstthing he noticed was the array of colorful canvases spread around the room,some propped up on easels while others were leaning against the walls. Noizremembered vaguely that Aoba told him about Sei’s sudden interest in art, butNoiz never imagined it was something to this scale.

Splotchesof bright neon colors and thick dark lines might’ve momentarily distracted Noizfrom the next obvious thing in the room, but it didn’t take long for Noiz’sgaze to fall upon the open doors on the other side of the room, displaying the dimlylit lawn and trees’ roots.

That, andAoba’s back as he sat with his legs folded on the edge of the outer corridor. The tussled hair spilling between his shoulder bladeswas a strong contrast to the deeper blue of his yukata.

With hiseyes narrowed, Noiz closed the door behind him silently, padding towards thelonely figure staring out at the yard.

“Aoba.”

The otherman flinched at the sound of his voice. But what made Noiz raise an eyebrow wasthe sputter of repressed laughter that followed. Before he could call out tohim again, however, Aoba twisted around to look at him.

Almost atthe same time Noiz registered the flushed cheeks and wobbly grin pulled acrossAoba’s features, his green eyes zeroed in on the bottle of sake between hisboyfriend’s legs, pale thighs peeking through the opening of his blue yukata.

“Noiz~”Aoba greeted with a syrupy lilt to his voice, visibly swaying in place. Noiz startledout of his leering and blinked down at Aoba, momentarily torn between grimacingand snorting.

“Areyou drunk?”

Aobasputtered with maybe a bit too much spit involved.

“No! I’m okay! I can’t feel my toes,though!”

Noizcouldn’t hold back a breathy laugh. He plopped down beside Aoba, feelings hishazy eyes boring into his profile. As Noiz let his legs dangle over the edge, thegrass blades tickled at the tips of his toes through his socks, moist with dew.

Outside, inthe shadows of the room’s artificial lighting, they were bathed in softmoonlight. The sky was clear and cloudless, the spring chill falling over themlike a veil. Against the deep blue undertones, strokes of silver illuminatedAoba’s glassy eyes, the gentle line of his nose and cheekbones as he continued to look at Noiz with fawning eyes.

“Whatis it?” Noiz asked, smiling crookedly.

Aobablinked, body shaking momentarily with a silent hiccup. Then, his browsupturned minutely and his hazel eyes flashed with something—something that Noizquickly realized with a shock that was tears,welling up fast and drip dropping down Aoba’s pink cheeks.

Noiz openedhis mouth uselessly. Even if he had any words, Aoba would have easily—andliterally—blown them away as he slapped his hands on each side of Noiz’s faceand stumbled through his next sentence.

“W-why…are you so pretty, you bastard?”

Aoba was glaring at him as Noiz simply stared, lipsgaping dumbly like a fish’s. Their long silence was broken by a hiccup fromAoba, which seemed to fling him into another rampage.

“Y-you’reso freakin’ pretty with your crazy green eyes and s-soft hair, it’s so—hic!—so hard on me, you know? Do youknow how many times I took out—hic!—crumpledpapers with kiss marks and phone numbers from your s-suit pockets on laundryday? You don’t even realize they’rethere, do you!”

“I doknow they’re there,” Noiz grumbled, eyebrows twisted in a frown. “Ijust don’t care.”

“Then care!” Aoba cried, squeezing Noiz’sface harder between his splayed hands. Noiz winced slightly. “I get s-soangry when I see those numbers with hopeful women’s names I’m just ughhh, I know you can’t wear the ring atthe office and—hic!—it’s not awedding ring anyway, and even if we got—hic!—married,it’d be bad if people knew but if people doesn’t know, then they think theyhave a chance with you and I’m just… ughhhh!”

Noizgrinned—as much as he could with his lips smooshed between his cheeks. Deepdown, but not as deep as it probably should be, he was happy that Aoba wasactually capable of this much possessiveness. Aoba never showed this side ofhim, at least not while sober. It filled him with faint satisfaction, but healso thought Aoba shouldn’t even think of these things.

“Theydon’t have a chance anyway. You know that.”

“I knooow,” Aoba moaned stubbornly,and Noiz huffed out a laugh. “I just- I want everyone to know, like, yeah,this gorgeous guy is mine! I see him naked on a daily basis and we use the sameshampoo!”

“God,Aoba,” Noiz laughed and Aoba dropped his hands from his cheeks to hisshoulders, dropping his head.

“Can Itell you a secret?” Aoba queried after a short moment of quietness.

“Whatis it?”

“I’mactually super drunk.”

Noiz snorted.

“Thissake is the best shit I’ve ever tasted and I’ve completely lost sense of howmuch I can drink before I’m fucking smashed,” Aoba explained, looking upat Noiz under wet eyelashes. His sudden crying spell seemed to have gone away.

Noiz smootheda hand over his back. “I know.”

“Noiz…I love you.”

There wassomething dangerously heart-wrenching about hearing these words amidst the slurof inebriation in Aoba’s tongue. Noiz gulped.

“Ilove you too.”

Aobashifted closer, nuzzling his nose and his cheek against the line of Noiz’s jaw,burrowing his face on his neck. Noiz distantly heard the sound of the sake bottlefalling over the edge of the platform.

“You…smell really good,” Aoba marveled with his breath puffing against Noiz’sskin, made hotter with the buzz of alcohol in his veins.

Noiz shivered, trying to rein in the arousal raising the hairs on his arms and legs. That was the least appropriate situation for sex—even if he usually didn’t care for that. It was hardly worth the very real possibility of Mizuki catching them in the act and making things weird for the next many months to come.

“Noiz…please, marry m…”

Wide-eyed,Noiz waited for the rest of the sentence. It didn’t come as a surprise,however, when he heard and felt the light snoring on his neck. A small, softsmile bloomed in his face.

When Noizreturned to the living room, having carefully carried Aoba from Sei’s studio,the room was almost completely vacated. The coffee table was still litteredwith empty cups and plates which earlier carried snacks. The guys from DryJuice were nowhere to be seen, and even Mizuki and Sei weren’t on the sofaanymore. Instead, Koujaku was sitting on one corner, contemplating the unlitcigarette between his fingers before raising his eyes to the newcomers.

Koujaku’seyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as Noiz walked up to the other corner of thesofa and sat there soundlessly, heaving Aoba onto his lap. His boyfriend curledup against his chest like a cat, still deep in slumber. His ponytail was almostcompletely undone, falling in haphazard strands over his face.

Noizbreathed.

“Somethingabout you makes me want to commit extreme violence,” Koujaku promptlysaid, lips curling in blatant distaste as he side-eyed Noiz.

“That’sa lot of complicated words coming from you,” Noiz retorted with an amused grin.

Koujakusneered at him, but before he could get an insult in, Aoba was tightening hishand on Noiz’s shirt, frowning.

“N-noo… I’m not… gonna wear a whitedress, Noiz…”

Noizblinked down at his boyfriend, and from Koujaku’s “absolutely disgusted” expression, he had heardAoba’s words just as clearly.

“Oh,you two finally showed up!” Mizuki said with a chipper tone as hereentered the living room, having changed his yukata for sweats. Then, his gazemoved from Noiz and Aoba to Koujaku. A teasing grin slowly stretched across hisface.

“Third-wheelin’it like a champ, I see.”

Koujakusimply flipped him the bird and Mizuki laughed heartily.

“Willyou two sleep over?” He asked, turning his eyes back to Noiz. “Wedon’t have a guest room but I can get out the futons for you. You can use Sei’sstudio, there’s enough space there.”

Noizthought it over for a moment. He’d prefer sleeping on a regular bed any givenday, but it was a bit too late already to bother Tae-san. He nodded in agreement.

“Alrightthen, I’ll fix you guys up,” Mizuki said with a bright smile.

“AndI’m leaving,” Koujaku announced, sentence arcing into a yawn that hequickly muffled with a hand. “Day starts early tomorrow. Again,congratulations on your marriage, Mizuki.”

Theyexchanged a quick hug, slapping each other’s back for good measure beforeparting. Then, Koujaku turned a glare towards Noiz.

“And Idon’t accept you yet. Aoba is too good for you.”

“Thatis true,” Noiz acquiesced coolly. Koujaku merely squinted at him even morethreateningly and left the living room. When the front door clicked shut,Mizuki sighed.

“Don’tmind this guy. He’s just too protective; Aoba’s been like a little brother tohim since forever.”

“Ithought he was pissed off because he actually has a thing for Aoba.”

Mizukisnorted. “As far as I know, he’s straight as a ruler, but,” heshrugged. “Who knows? Aoba had his fair share of admirers growing up.Koujaku’s always been there, so maybe I just didn’t notice. I don’t think it’slike that, though. I mean, imagine protecting something your whole life, andthen this something sleeps with this guy you hate?”

“Oh,so you finally accept he hates me?” Noiz asked, a brow cocked up.

Mizukishrugged again. “I haven’t given up on hope completely. If you guys can’tbond over your protective instincts for Aoba, then I guess nothing else can bringyou together. Just try jumping in front of a bullet for Aoba or something; thatwould probably touch Koujaku.”

“Don’ttempt me,” Noiz said under his breath, prompting a laugh from Mizuki. Theredhead turned on his heel and disappeared around the corner, humming under hisbreath as he went after the guest futons.

Noiz lookedup at the ceiling, wrapping his arms a little bit tighter around Aoba’s frame.He glanced at the silver-colored ring on his finger, which had been there forso long already that he barely ever thought of it. The weight of it on hisfinger was simply part of his body; the temperature was the same as his skin.It was so integral to his person that more than once he only remembered to takeit off when he was in his car, in front of his office.

Aobagrumbled something unintelligible under his breath and Noiz fondly looked downat his peaceful expression.

All ofAoba’s worries and anxieties… they could talk about that tomorrow. If Aobadidn’t deny every word, that is. And then, maybe they could talk aboutmarriage.

Noiz’sfingertip trailed easily over the ring on Aoba’s finger, twin to his own. Itwas but a slight bump, like the raised skin of a scar long healed. The sametemperature, a part of his body.

Leaning hishead on the back of the sofa, Noiz played with the idea of not removing hisring before heading to work on Monday.