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As stated before this blog is male, including trans, and gender neutral reader centered. Fem-aligned reader will not be written
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I will not write (in no particular order): incest, age gaps or age play, breeding kink or pregnancy, forced feminization for the reader, scat or emeto. While I can write comfort fics for mental health I will not do topics such as self harm or eating disorders. I will not write non-con, though light dub-con I can do. In regards to degradation kink I am not very interested in writing it, especially towards the reader- so any that is written will be kept to a light degree.
I will not write smut for characters under 18. For media where ages are unconfirmed I will be going off my judgement for their age ranges. Additionally characters under 16 will be platonic only. I am more interested in writing for adult characters but am not opposed to SFW romance for characters who are 16/17
I will write polyamory. This is also not a strictly male character only blog, I can do female or nonbinary characters x reader. I do not have a character limit
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" A drabble of caregiver Mayoi holding you in his arms. "
Ao3 Mirror . 136 Words
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Being held in Mayoi's arms while resting in bed. Pressed snuggly against his chest as he slowly sways the two of you back and forth. Occasionally pressing kisses against your temple.
You absentmindedly mutter his title and he responds in an instant, "Yes, little one? Is there something you needed?" His voice in such a fond tone. Ready to do anything to fill your needs. He'd go to the ends of the Earth to see you happy– barely containing just how giddy seeing you trust him in such a state makes him.
And once drowsiness begins taking over he hums a soft melody. How beautiful his voice is, reserved for his special little one in this moment. Letting you toy with silky soft strands of hair until you drift off to a caring phantom's lullaby.
" While lounging with Kuguri you begin wanting his affection. He obliges, teasing included. "
Ao3 Mirror . 298 Words
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Idle chatter shared while gazing off into the sky from the balcony. That is what you and Kuguri had been up to for the past few minutes. Eventually a want for skinship crept up, no longer satisfied with simply standing side by side.
So you reach out a hand, wrapping it around Kuguri's midsection– catching his attention. "Something you need, kedvesem?" You allow your actions to speak in place of your voice, moving forward to push him into you– pulling him into a hug. He reciprocates easily, guiding you to press fully against his chest.
Though it's not enough. Still it's not enough. And that reflects in your expression, "Oh? Looks like someone's still not satisfied." What a smug look he gives you. How it manages to look so endearing in this moment, it's almost frustrating.
The word kiss slipping from your lips serves to brighten his expression. And you recieve; a quick kiss is placed atop your temple. Too fleeting. Not enough. The crave for affection refuses to ebb away.
You tug on his shirt, "Hmm? I gave you what you wanted, didn't I?" He's playing coy. How cruel. You love it. The demand for more earns a chuckle and a "Greedy thing" from him before he obliges. His lips press longer at various spots; across your forehead, your cheeks, then finally at your lips where he lingers the longest. Savoring the moment, the soft flame of happiness only you can ignite which warms his chest.
He tries to tease once one of you pulls away, "There. Is that enough for you?" But how his eyes shine is a dead giveaway. Try as he might to cover it up with his taunts you see right through him.
You know that you're both absolutely smitten for each other.
" Kuguri wakes up finding that he fell asleep cuddling you. He finds it amusing, until the realization of what he actually feels hits him. Suddenly he doesn't like the situation as much. "
[ A/N: Written as a continuation of New Routine, but can be read standalone ]
Ao3 Mirror . 384 Words
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The feel of something solid– yet warm, underneath him. That's the first thing he registers as he begins to wake. Allowing his eyes to languidly open Kuguri confirms that he had been resting on someone else. His head lifts to get a better view.
How sweet you looked, fast asleep. Expression lax and unbothered by the trifles of life as you dreamt. How vulnerable. Allowing him to be in this close proximity in such a state.
...Well, it wasn't like he was going to do anything. Aside from watch, but that's neither here nor there. Still, the trust you put in someone like him was rather endearing. He'll have to tease you once you rouse from your own slumber.
A smile wouldn’t leave his face. You really were fun to be around. Even if all you were doing was sleeping, he still managed to bask in your company. Warmth spread deeper through his body, gathering in his chest. How nice it was to find a source of enjoyment so generous.
How lucky.
His heart forgets one of its beats at that.
And.. oh.
Oh, it all came crashing through. The realizations of what exactly this feeling was hiding. Leaving him frozen in shock, only able to stare. Sure, he always appreciated your appearance. A sight for sore eyes and what not. Yet it didn't click until now– how they were drawn to you more than any other person in the room at any moment. And by extension why.
It couldn't be. But it was. He had fallen and he had fallen terribly hard. That was bad, spelt something too troublesome. Love meant more exposure than he was willing to give. Not of skin, but of the mind. Desperately he searched for any desire to run. To shut it all down, doused in denial, and act as if he never considered it once.
He finds none.
Shutting his eyes he runs his hands through his hair, further dishevelling the ivory strands. Trapped against the conundrum of whether to starve his heart or sate it pursuing something that may ask more of him than he's able to handle.
And what’s more that he managed to both hate and be grateful for; is that you– how troubling you turned out to be, were none the wiser.
" After the events of Rapszodia Kuguri starts seeking out being held by you. "
Ao3 Mirror . 304 Words
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It isn't unusual to see Kuguri with relaxed posture and a smile. A hedonist who follows his own whims, enters then leaves at his own discretion. Yet some days he comes to you with a strained air.
He tries to keep up appearances. Pretends that the stress ebbing in his mind isn't able to bother him that much. But you've come to know him well enough to notice. Or you should say he's let you in enough to allow you to.
No words are exchanged. No use for them after they've been spent on the agreement prior. The cassette recording he gave to you still lingers on your mind. Thanking you for the comfort of that one day. Ending off with the words that your affections weren't something he disliked.
A conversation was held after. Now you have moments like these; where he enters your room, locks his eyes onto you, and saunters over to your bed. You let him join you– let him curl into your chest where he attempts to muffle the despair with your heartbeat when it rises too much. Crashing against his body like merciless waves during a storm.
Only then does he stop trying to seem so unphased. Full weight slumping on you. A sullen look, thoughts clamoring and clashing under abyss black irises. Run your fingers through his hair to hush them, and along his back to keep his own pulse steady. A brief hum always escapes him once you start.
Gradually does comfort melt him. A drowsiness replacing the hopeless agony that had tried to drag him towards a breakdown. With a quieted brain his eyes flutter shut– daring to take the chance of falling asleep right here and now. Daring to submit to vulnerability.
Resting with only one last thought passing through his head; "Köszönöm". ["Thank you"]
" You guide Kuguri's hands along the piano. His expression says it means nothing to him, he would say so himself later. But ultimately this moment both prodded at and mended some of his mental scars. "
Ao3 Mirror . 328 Words
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He can't feel the warmth of your palms, the presence of your fingers gently pressing on his. Nor can he feel the sensation of ivory against his fingertips. Or perhaps it was plain, boring plastic. It mattered not.
He didn't really want to be here. But neither did he feel all that inclined to give into the faint urge to end this. He was here, you were seated right behind him. He was in your lap, you guided his hands across the piano. He begrudgingly accepted that.
No remarks. No teasing. Just patience with a pout as he listened to each chord being struck with a hammer. Though sometimes he would deviate a bit; press the next few keys without your input. Later if prompted he'd say you were playing too slow for his liking, or it was simple muscle memory if he recognized the song.
Something in his eyes which he fails to hide would suggest otherwise.
Once the moment had passed his walls would return up, as if he never permitted you to see what was past them. Label it a waste of his time he allowed this once to indulge you, and only you. God knows he'd never let that annoyingly persistent man with that foolish hope ever see such a sight. Made you promise that word of it never reaches him, in fact.
Beneath the surface of a relaxed smile the wound deep inside is aching– the crack where despair, trauma, pain, and loss resides. Horribly pulsing in his chest, overtaking all thought. He wouldn't claim he had actually played the piano again. It was all your doing, he was just going along– dragged along.
Yet as much as it hurts, as much as he needs to retreat and hide away for some time, he can't fully deny that crack has been mended some.
And neither can he say in full truth that he wouldn't say yes if you offered to do this again.
(Project Sekai) Mafuyu Asahina . Angst . Alternate Universe, First Person, Diary/Journal, Everyone In N25 + Mafuyu's Parents Are Mentioned, Imaginary Friends, Dreams Vs. Reality, Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Trans Male Mafuyu, Gender Issues, They/She Pronouns For Mizuki
" Mafuyu dreams of people that don't exist, which becomes the topic of many private diary entries. Soon these fictitous individual become the only source of comfort available, and the start of many new realizations.
AU: The other members of N25, alongside the Empty SEKAI and all their events, don't exist in the real world. Instead they only appear inside Mafuyu's reoccuring dreams. "
Ao3 Mirror . 1,577 Words
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Entry 1: A Strange Dream Visitor
I listened to a new kind of song earlier. It was a 'Vocaloid' song. The concept behind it is interesting, I guess. I don't actually know. It didn't make me feel anything.
As usual.
But I did have a dream about the character named Miku. She looked different from her actual appearances. White hair with fluffier pigtails, blue and pink eyes, and a plain white dress. Also wore only one sock, for some reason.
She begged me to not disappear. Told me that I had to find my 'true feelings'. What could that mean? What are my true feelings? I haven't had any emotion towards anything in a long time. It might've been years by now.
Maybe it's some cruel joke from my mind. Nothing is going to change, and maybe it shouldn't. I'll be gone from here soon anyways.
I guess it truly doesn't matter.
Entry 2: She Keeps Returning
I keep having dreams about Miku. The strange version of her. She tells me the same things. That I can't die yet, that I need to discover what I really feel deep down inside. Why doesn't she tell me then? If she's so insistent about it then surely she knows more than I poss
Why would I care about this?
It's only a dream. It'll stop one day. Stop like everything else. I'll be gone soon, 'true feelings' or not. A dream won’t change anything. It can’t.
Entry 3: And Then There Were Three
I saw that place again. The place where I always see Miku. I forgot to describe in my earlier entries. Or maybe it wasn't important enough.
It's empty. A grayscale landscape filled with nothing. Mostly nothing. A few things are scattered about. But they aren't that worth noting.
She wasn't the only one there this time. I saw three other girls. Kanade had long white straightened hair, blue eyes, and a blue jacket. Ena's short hair and eyes seemed to be the same shade of brown, with a frilly pink and black dress. Mizuki was similar to Ena in having their hair color match their eyes, but they were pink instead, and she wore a white and blue dress.
I don't really understand it. All of them were telling me to not disappear too. In the dream Kanade showed me a song I've never heard before. A song she made. I'm sure it doesn't exist. But I felt this faint sensation hearing it.
I'm not sure what it was. Maybe I’ll understand it later. She told me she'd keep making music if it meant saving me.
I don't know if I want to be saved. But I think maybe I want to hear more from her.
Entry 4: A Silent Void
I keep sleeping. Exactly at the same time I've always had. And yet none of them have shown up since that night. I knew I couldn't expect to see their faces every time, but it's been nearly two weeks.
There’s a hollow feeling within me. More intense than usual. Could this be the reason? I can’t see why some fictional people not appearing in my sleep anymore would do this to me.
It doesn't matter. They're not real, and they'll never be real. I checked. There is no Kanade Yoisaki, nor a Mizuki Akiyama, and there isn't any Ena Shinonome registered anywhere in the world. Even if there was, they'd be completely different people. The closest I got was a boy with Ena's last name attending the other school nearby.
Yet why do I feel worse than usual? Maybe I'm just reminded how I’m not allowed to show anyone my real expressions in this world. I'll just go back to what truly matters, focus on my plan to disappear.
But a thought in my head says I want to hear her music one last time before I go.
Entry 5: A Song Shared
I saw them again. Finally.
Kanade had another song. Miku said we should sing it together. I can't think of why she'd suggest that. But we did. And I didn't dislike it, I think. I even felt it again. I'm still looking for a way to describe it. Maybe one of them will find the words for me next time.
Ena doesn't seem to like me much. She looks upset when talking to me. But despite this she doesn't want me gone. Is that strange?
Mizuki's a very energetic one. The two of them speak with a sort of confidence, but theirs is very different. She smiles a lot. Smiles at me. I honestly wonder why.
Miku seems happier now that all of them are here. It'd be more convenient if I could say whether I was too. But I think I've changed my mind. They're the only ones I have in this life, even if they don't truly exist.
I'll be waiting until we can sing together again.
Entry 6: Recreation of Harmony
I've begun recreating the songs we’ve sung together. My choices for software are limited. I shouldn't ask my parents to spend money on something like this, and I need to focus on my studies, so I shouldn’t let a job take up my time from that. But just for a little while I'd like to work on this. I don't want to forget, so I have to preserve them.
Warm is the word I realized I was missing. These songs give me a feeling akin to warmth. I’m not fully certain if that's a good thing yet, but I've been desiring my disappearance less and less often after meeting the others. So I think it could be.
I looked into it and Vocaloid is a lot more expensive than I figured. Which leaves me only the option of recording imitations of everyone's voices on my phone. But that's fine, as long as I have a way to remember.
Entry ??: New Faces, Conflict Escalation
There's been more people appearing in my dream world. All of them based on other Vocaloid characters I've seen. They're more true to their original design than Miku is. I don’t know why or if that means anything.
KAITO was the last to come. And he's angry. He doesn't like my mother, and he tells me that. He says she's killing who I truly am. But I just can't see that being the case. She just wants what's best for me. Father agreed too, on things like how being a doctor would be better than becoming a nurse.
But the emptiness comes back whenever I think that now. I don't want to think about this. He isn't real. He isn't able to know anything.
I say that, yet he's a fragment of my own mind, isn’t he?
Entry ??: Ran Away In The Rain
I dreamt about Kanade talking to my mother. I dreamt about being told my friends were distracting me from my future. She told me that I can't see them anymore. Something wet wouldn't stop running down my cheeks. I was crying. And that made her cry. I felt like a terrible daughter. I still do, I think.
Some time after I dreamt about having feelings so terrible I couldn't take any of it anymore. They were different from the hollowness. Which was still there, but this time it was almost like something was stabbing into my chest. It hurt. And I started running before I could think about it.
Kanade found me. It was raining. She held me without even thinking about getting soaked. She let me stay with her instead. And for the first time I felt like it really was okay to not smile. I even wondered if it was fine to be a bad child about some things sometimes.
I'm starting to question things I never have before. And the best word I have to describe the feeling for that is fear. I never wanted KAITO to be right. But mother might actually be the one killing me slowly, from the inside.
And I ask if I deserve to disappear for writing that.
Entry ??: Do You Too Mirror A Part Of Me?
Mizuki ran away. Ena found her. They told all of us about themselves. Their secret.
I haven't been able to look at my reflection the same since.
I never connected to the face in the mirror. It’s always just been the girl who's supposed to pass all her studies then do well as a doctor. The girl who always smiles at everyone and lends them a hand whenever they need.
Is this really me, though?
My clothes have started to feel weird. The chest area is too visible, but that's strange to think, isn't it? And for some reason I have a new reaction to skirts. I don't think I like them. Pants are fine, though. But my school's dress code forbids them. Something about that makes these feelings worse.
I can't return to how I was. Nothing is okay anymore. I can't stop thinking about telling my mother that I still might want to be a nurse instead. Or fantasizing of living with someone who isn't my parents, someone who sees my smile fade and my voice drop then says they'll still save me.
I can't change. I can't stay. I'll make no progress anywhere the people in my dreams tell me I should. There's nothing I can do. It'll never get anywhere.
But if I'm going to give up anyways maybe I should listen to his suggestions. None of them want me to die. And I wouldn't be able to listen to her songs again if I did. Even if it means becoming a cruel child.
Cruel son?
That word brings warmth, and I've become even more terrified.
(Tokyo Debunker) Yuri Isami & gn!Reader . Emotional Hurt/Comfort . Episode 18 Spoilers, Crying, Hugs, Sitting On Lap, Tea, Yuri Falls Asleep On Reader, Jiro Kirisaki Is Present
" The Frostheim students had left after having their fun tearing into Yuri. You opt to comfort him. "
Title is a lyric from 'It Took Me By Surpise' by Maria Mena. Some inspiration was from this piece of fanart
Ao3 Mirror . 661 Words
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It was the first time you witnessed Yuri breakdown.
The Frosthiem students had been vicious, as they always were. Driven by gossip and pretty smiles built on false politeness. Though now the only people remaining in the room were you, an unphased Jiro, and Yuri– who you watched sob into the palms of his hands. Unresponsive to your words.
"Yuri." You stepped forward. Uncertainty ran cold through your veins, not knowing how to bring the doctor comfort. But you had to try. You wanted to try, "Tell me if this isn't okay with you."
Your hands lift to rest on his shoulders, and he flinches. But there’s no further reaction, including no move to get away from the contact. Gently you begin using your thumbs to trace lines back and forth on his shoulders as you turn to the other man standing in the room, "Jiro, can you brew some tea?" Yuri liked tea. And you recalled some explanation about it having calming properties.
"Alright." He turns his attention to the cabinet of various flavors of tea. And you turned your attention back to Yuri once he grasped the sides of your arms. He isn't much aware of his own strength, it seemed. Fingers digging in with a desperation unable to be contained. You get a few more seconds to look at his scrunched up face before he's shoving it into you– buried in your own shoulder.
You waste no time in wrapping your arms around him. Slowly you guide him over to the chair slid slightly away from his desk. His steps are somewhat uncoordinated– too focused on his body's response which he failed to conceal. Though with patience you manage to situate him in your lap, albeit with some coaxing.
“They’re gone now.” You murmur hushed assurances to him, now running a hand along his back. Jiro sets the freshly brewed tea down on the desk, returning to his position of watching on silently afterwards. You thank him– tone still low, and take the cup to offer to Yuri. It takes him a moment to register the aroma but soon he pulls away to see what is in your hand. Accepting it with an air of hesitance.
He's still shaking. Though Yuri's sobs have started to recede. A sign that he's calming down. He takes a sip, then a shaky breath, before he speaks– "I hate them." Brow furrowing as he thinks about old memories from last year, "Those parasites. I'm not the one who betrayed anybody." His voice wavers and cracks. Frustrated as he lifts a hand to wipe the tear stains coating his face.
Maybe you should comment. But maybe you shouldn't, seeing as you don't know the whole story. Details of exhaustion seep into Yuri's expression. So you decide to use your voice for something else. Humming one of the classical melodies you had caught him singing to himself. His eyes widen in recognition, a bashful scoff leaving his lips as he opts to finish his tea instead.
Moments pass with the lingering sense of raw vulnerability. The clutches of shame refusing to fully release him even after he's done with the beverage. However the hour is late and he only grows more drowsy. A hand leads him back to resting his full weight on you, "Sleep. You deserve it. You've earned it."
Pride dictates that he should refuse. Make a fuss with flushed cheeks and indignant glares. But would it really be so terrible to indulge this once, though? He’s already embarrassed himself as is. His tired brain can't muster the energy to refute such a line of thinking.
"I'll go grab a blanket." Jiro speaks before walking out. Temporarily taking his presence elsewhere.
Eyes fluttering shut Yuri resigns. Today will simply be a day he'd refuse to bring up. As stubborn as he may be, though, he'll mark you down in his mind as somebody he can trust. Somebody to be silently grateful for.
Hiiii,, it’s the.kuguten req guy!!! (yaaaay!) first of, I wanted to say tyssmsmsmsmsm for taking my request in !! Was so full of joy and all!! Giggly ’nd stuff... It was awesome!! Tyyy so so much again!! Think it affected my dreams, though, I remember Ten being mentioned somewhere. Scary.
For the second part, I’m gonna indulge in the joys, if I may... Would it be okay to request for Kuguri x M!reader who is constantly tired/sleepy during the day despite sleeping at night?
Again, it is totes fine if not, and ty if you can!🩵
( Ten dream invader.. I'm very glad you liked it! Feel free to stop by again ^^ )
Convenient Excuse for a Cuddle
(18TRIP) Kuguri Domeki x male!Reader . Fluff . Reader Is Always Tired, Cuddling, Literal Sleeping Together
Reader Is Called; Jóképű (Handsome)
" You're tired, like always. Kuguri notices and decides to drag you back to bed "
Ao3 Mirror . 297 Words
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Kuguri watched as you yawned for.. how many times was that today? Tilting his head to catch a better view of you– who looks like you're debating passing out on the spot. He raises a brow, entertained, "Something the matter, jóképű?" Of course he has to be a tease.
"Tired." You respond back, too out of energy to say more than what's necessary.
"Oh? You seemed to be sleeping rather soundly on my chest the other night." A smile you'd call sweet spreads across his face– only if you hadn't learned to pick up his deception. No, he's just tacking on an act of coyness.
"I'm tired regardless. Always am."
Raising a hand for his head to rest on, he thinks aloud, "Hm. Lacking in iron, perhaps? Or maybe..." A pause follows the unfinished sentence. Inky eyes staring into you in a way that almost has you feeling like a specimen being observed. Not long after he shrugs, "No matter. There's an easy solution I think we'll both enjoy."
What is he scheming now? Well, abruptly gathering you into his arms seems to be part of it. Kuguri becomes unresponsive to any potential questioning or confused looks. Leaving you in the dark until you're right back in bed together, same position as last night.
"If you're tired– simply rest." It isn't that easy in your case. And he knows it. The amusement his eyes fail to hide is a dead giveaway. Still, his hold on you tightens. Leading you closer to the left side of his chest. "The world can wait for a few hours, don't you think?" Admittedly, his heartbeat is rather convincing.
He'll figure out what to do with you later. In the meantime he has an excuse to use you as his weighted blanket.
(Ensemble Stars) Arashi Narukami x gn!Reader . Fluff / Hurt/Comfort . Mental Breakdown, Cuddling, Kisses, Declarations of Love, Mention Of Bathing And Eating Together, She/Her Pronouns For Arashi
" As a knight, she will always be there for her treasured ones. In other words; Arashi comforts you during a breakdown. "
Ao3 Mirror . 577 Words
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Arashi's body shielded you from the world. Holding you close whilst you clung to her, as if she were your life line. Maybe that wasn't too far off. If you had to endure this alone you're not sure it wouldn't drive you past some sort of limit.
A gentle hand trails to and fro on your back. The motions chipping away some at your nerves. Her melodic voice works in tandem with the rest of her; whispering tender assurances, praises coming directly from her heart, and humming melodies she knows you favor.
Her warmth and fragrance envelops you. Just present enough to ground you without further overwhelm. A thorn of insecurity appears in your mind. She maintains herself so well. And you, well, to put it simply are not. Arguably far from it, perhaps.
You try to apologize. Repent for taking up space while in her shining presence. But she doesn't let you. Stopping your spiral with soft hushes and a kiss atop the crown of your head, "This is what knights are for." She pulls you closer, a feat you initially thought impossible, "Lean into me. Let me be the one to help carry your burdens. I'll walk with you to the ends of the Earth, okay?" She leans back slightly, just enough to press her lips against your cheek, "Carry you, even. So please, let me do my duty as the knight who swore her heart to you."
And the look in her eyes. You don't think anyone else in all of history could have eyes that sparkle with love as brightly as hers. It's enough to make you falter. To have the foreign feeling of being worthwhile begin its bloom in your chest. A seed she made sure to plant, something she plans to nurture til her deathbed. And maybe it's not something you can grasp yet but she'll adore every second of it.
You nod, submitting fully to her care. Oh, how happy she looks at that. Peppering even more of her affection across your face– fondness uncontained. More praises are spilled in the intervals she pulls away– only slightly, to move onto to the next spot. Replacing the negative thoughts swirling in your brain with the sweetest petnames and compliments alike.
A few minutes pass and the moment has settled down. Your chest feels lighter. And it seems the same can be said for her– who nuzzles into you with a content sigh, "How does a bath together sound? Oh, we could order some food after. I'd love some dessert from that place you showed me. Then I could give you a little at-home spa treatment... Of course, I wouldn't mind getting pampered by you as well."
Once again you only nod. Too filled with hazy content for talking, eyes falling shut. Feeling the shake of Arashi's shoulders when she laughs, filled with a mix of giddyness and amusement upon noticing the state she's led you to. Unable to resist giving you yet another kiss.
"I love you." And you believe it. The pure earnesty in her voice, in her posture, in the way she showers you with affection like it's her favorite thing in the world– and you'd hardly if it was.
Your knight with the brightest heart as her shining armor. A sun parting each storm to fill you with warmth and melt away your worries.
"I love you." The glimmer of light who assures you all will be okay.
Petnames Used For Reader; Babe (Renga & Ryui), Darling (Kafka), Tulip (Nagi), Life of my love (Yachiyo)
" You've come to pick them up from the bar. Unsurpisingly they are drunk. More surpisingly they don't recongize you "
Ao3 Mirror . 1,712 Words
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Renga Nishizono
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"Annd so I said–" Renga was trying to ramble at the barkeep about some mundane story that happened a while back. Unfortunately for him his body chose that specific moment to be wracked with hiccups.
"Renga, it's time to go." He turned to you, finally settling down and able to speak again.
"What? Who're.. you?" His eyes slanted in an attempt to comprehend what, more so who, he was looking at. Instead of recognition you only got an indignified look, "I'm a'rready taken. Don't need you.. hittin on me. Juss call my partner to pick me up."
"Yes, that's what I'm trying to do, Renga. I'm your partner."
"Whaat? My partner isn't all blurry like youu... 's face is...." His eyes began to sparkle as he focused on the memory, voice lowering to an awed hush, "Shoo nice....."
You chuckled. He was always adorable whenever admiring you. "Yeah? Tell me more."
"The most..... greatess, soothin voice. And, an' the look when I call–" Abruptly his eyes snap wide open. Discerning the difference between your face beneath the bleariness and the one he's recalling. Only to find none.
"Babe!" Renga springs to his feet, "It's you!" He looks so happy, like a dog seeing their owner return. "We're goin home, right? I wanna.. wanna cuddle with you."
Kafka Oguro
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"What should the next date be..?" Kafka muses to absolutely no one. His head laying on the bartop was reminiscing of various amusement park attractions and other such activities couples do that you had done in the past.
"Kafka. Let's go."
He stirred a bit, but didn't turn to face you. If you circled him you'd see his eyes shut closed, brows scrunched, "Hm? Who are you supposed to be? I'm busy thinking, go away."
"And what are you thinking about?"
"Dates for my partner. The loviest...." He trailed off with a laugh, not bothering to finish his sentence once the butterflies in his chest returned.
You reach out to him, gently taking him by the chin to get him to look at you, "I'm sure we'll be able to go on plenty, after you've come home and sobered up."
At first he only glares, "Hey..!" But it falters– his attitude. Even if his drunken state caused him to filter out your voice it wasn't able to keep him from recognizing your appearance. "Darling?" He takes a moment to process, before pulling you into a hug, "There you are! C'mon, I thought of the perfect place for us to go. Carry me?"
Raito Kitakata
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You found him tucked away in a booth, giggling to himself. "Hey, Raito. Ready to head back?"
He looks up at you, mirth still stuck in his eyes, only speaking after he can calm his laughter down, "No thank you. I'm waiting for a friend." He pats the vacant spot next to him, "But 'til then you're welcome to join me."
The seat is a rather plush material, typical for places like these. Raito's associated with quite a few people– granted the company he works at, so you figure to check, "Who're waiting on?"
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. For a few seconds you both sit in a semi-awkward silence. That is until he bursts out laughing again, hunched over, "It's you. It's– I didn't even realize!" Ah, the fact the person in question sat right next to him and he hadn’t connected the dots is what he was cracking up at. It was rather amusing, plus his laugh was always nice to listen to. You allow him a few moments to get it out. Finally watching as he wipes a tear from his eye. "In that.. In that case..." He starts, out of breath, "Yes, let's head home.. Ahaha"
Nagi Hachinoya
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"Nagi. We're leav–"
"In the Netherlands, during the Dutch golden age, tulip bulb prices reached amounts that were similar to that of houses. They first started skyrocketing in 1634 before crashing in 1637, around February specifically. Some say it's the first 'speculative bubble' to be recorded. A speculative bubble being when–"
"Nagi." You interrupt, absolutely befuddled at how he locked onto you with a whirldwind of information of... something. Flowers, you think it was? He was speaking a bit too quickly for you to properly catch up.
"Hm?" He stares with that blank expression. Then it clicks. "Oh. Hello tulip." He greets you with a smile, unphased.
"Hi, Nagi. We're going home."
He nods, "Okay. But first, did you know–"
You loved listening to him. Really, you did. Though ultimately you had to take his hand and start dragging him away before you got stuck there til the late hours midnight. He quiets down, though you pick up on him mumbling something, love in his voice
"You're the most precious tulip to ever exist. Priceless... Though I'd spend a fortune to make you happy, still."
Ryui Shiramitsu
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"Brother, your partners here!" Toi perks up the second he catches sight of you.
"Wha..? I don't have a partner. What're you talking about, Toi?"
Rude. But you suppose with how much of his life was dedicated to his twin it's understandable that there'd be gaps surrounding anything else in his memory, at least when he was quite a few drinks in.
Toi looks at him solemnly, "Brotherrr. Do you really not remember? Your really, really nice partner. Who, despite only dating one of us, always buys me sweets when picking up stuff for you..? That partner?"
Despite Toi's best effort Ryui only sits there, brow raised and arms crossed. A determined look crosses the other's face, "If you're not going to remember.... I'll just have to tickle you until you do!!"
"Huh– Wait– Toi!?" Too late, the brighter-haired Shiramitsu was already making an attack directly on the back of Ryui's neck. "T-TOI! AHAAHA, Hey! Hey, stoohOHOP. I remember now! I REMEMBER!! HAHAHAHA!"
Mercy is finally given. Your other half burying his face in his hands the second he's released. You and his brother wait for him to say something. After a long silence, still too embarrassed to look at you, "Hi.. babe. Let's go. And for the record we are never speaking of this again."
Yodaka Natsume
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"Yodaka. I'm here to pick you up."
"Hm? Did my partner send you?" He acts like his usual self, speech even sounding relatively the same. However... "Partner, panther, philosopher."
There it was. That was the giveaway to him being drunk. His tendency to zone onto a word he said and add on anything with similar phonetics, specifically while intoxicated. It was a rather unique trait. Oddly endearing, even.
"I'm your partner. I sent myself to pick you up."
"Passionflower."
Not even a nickname. He's simply just doing it again– picking that stream of thoughts right back up. You're not sure he even heard you. Blinking at him, him blinking at you. A silence that stretches before you break it to try again.
"I am your partner." Hopefully repeating it more firmly will do.
A shocked look takes him over. Only briefly. He recomposes with a chuckle, "I didn't recognize you, lovely. My apologies." A hand extends out, "Shall we go? Lovely, lively, lavishly."
You accept his invitation, pulling him up out of the seat. As you're about to turn to the door a kiss is placed upon your knuckles, "Lonely. Something I'll never be with you."
Netaro Yowa
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"Netaro. Let's–"
"You're a strange looking humannn." What a way to be greeted. You supposed it's far from the oddest thing to come out of Netaro, though. "Sooo good lookingg. I could eat'cha right up!" He bounces in his spot, giddily. "Wait!" Oh, he stopped, "Isn't it criminalll to look so nicee? I heard that from somewhereeeee. Or wasss it that someone like youu is candyy?"
Chin held in hand, he contempletes this matter with intense seriousness... Referencing two very basic and common pick-up lines you can find almost anywhere. "Are you candyyy? Or a criminall? Criminall or candy? Candy or criminal? Criminal candy? Candy criminnal? Candymaall? Crimdyy? Oh, maybee both?"
He really was debating on eating you. Or tossing you in prison. Now with that dopey smile. Well, you've adjusted to this flavor of nonsense. A perk of being with him. "Neither. I'm your partner."
"Partner?!" Even that strand of hair atop his head stiffens up once he hears that, "Y-You're telling mee I located a partner? One thing used in the equations of looove!?"
Nodding is your first confirmation. You were about to verbally make your second, however Netario rushed to jump you with his affections. Literally, " YIAAAAAAAY!! I FOUND A PARTNER– A PARTNERRR! A CANDY CRIMINAL PARTNER!!!"
Lightheartedly you shove him off you, just so the two of you wouldn't topple over. "You're making a scene! Also it's 'eye candy' and 'so attractive it should be criminal'." You're trying to scold him, but truly you can't help the fondness that seeps into your voice.
"Eye candy criminally attractive partner.... Come! You musstt be locked up so I can have a taaaste." You don't get a second to register anything he's said, finding yourself hoisted up by a stumbling Netaro who makes his way out of the bar.
Yachiyo Fuefuki
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"Hrmmn.. Sooo hungry. Maybe I should order something? Wait where's my wallet?!"
"Yachiyo. Everything alright? It's almost time to leave."
"GWUEH" Startled is his first reaction. Awe is the next, "A hooorse? Wait, no! You have a horn! You're a unicorn!! Ahahaha!"
...Was he hallucinating? Maybe you should adjust your plans and have a professional look at him.
"Heeyyy, magical mystical unicornnmmn. Are you here to take me on an adventshuree?"
"...Sure, we're going on an adventure." Whatever gets him to go with you. You guess.
"Wooaahhh. I cannn't belieeve I've been chhooseen... Wait! You sound like my partneerrr." Oh, suddenly he's panicking, "Is that you in there!? Did you get cursed and turned into a unicorn– do we have to go and find a way to break to it?!"
He looks like he's on the verge of crying. You try to interject, but– "Don'tworryI'llsaveyoulifeofmylove!!!" He makes a running start. Only to nearly fall flat on his face if it weren't for you catching him. Some pitiful sounds of nausea tumble from his chest. "I'd stilll love you if you weree a wormmm, okayy? Shooo just leave it to me. I'lll drive...."
For the Mellow Dear Us anon; I never looked into them before so it may take me a bit to grasp their characters before I can begin writing– plus they are currently Japanese exclusive so I'll see what I can find in terms of translations (I am open to having any info in English about them sent my way!)
For the Nanbaka anon; I am. so sorry it has been taking so long ^^; I thought I finished the fic but realized I had forgotten something that'll require a bit of rewriting. I will get it done though!
