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Days of Summer

Jujutsu Kaisen | ~3000 words

Itadori Yuji / Nobara Kugisaki / Fushiguro Megumi

One day— #001

July 23rd: The one about romantic sunsets and an island for three.

Airbrush against wet skin, the most comfortable, faint strain on the muscles. Niveous reflections on the lake's unperturbed surface, a lustrous shimmer. I fall on my back, eyes closed, chest facing the sun again so that she may warm me up. I ignore their mumbles and focus on the thin veil of air against myself. It's always like this with the three of us. Two are always in cahoots, plotting, giggling, colluding against the other on rotation. I am glad we're like this. Always somewhat on edge, unable to get bored of each other. Above, I can hear seagulls and pretend to be in Italy or Spain, or Croatia. One day we will all go, I think for myself, indulging in my fantasies — one day.

>> read on AO3

Short story published for

Jujutsu Kaisen Week 2021, Day 3: Beach Day / Hanging with Friends

[hakaibunshi]

六　-　roku

Jujutsu Kaisen (manga) || 3000 words || Gojo x Geto

One night in August.

A complicated mixture of smells, engaging and stimulating.

Just a regular evening after returning from a successful mission.

A brash gust against his exposed skin causes the hairs in his neck to stand up — or maybe it is Satoru’s whisper above his nape. The sweet scent of cherry blossoms and Sencha leaves hurls with it, enticing the roots of his hair as slender fingers push in between, nails on scalp, cool lips ghosting too close above his neck. Athirst hands draw across his head, from the highest point of his body down between his shoulders, leaving their trenchant impressions — invisible to the eye, but no less physical for it. “How bad is it?” Satoru’s voice strikes nerves, directly and unapologetically.

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[hakaibunshi]

Mondsucht.

Jujutsu Kaisen (manga) || < 2500 words || Gojo x Geto

Late September.

One is ill, the other just "trying to help".

It's questionable, to say the least, whether the moon had really anything to do with this.

For one heartbeat, the dismissal iced his motion. He let go without returning the chair, disconnecting his fingers from the top rail and leaving an empty seat exposed to the last glimmer of sundown. He stepped closer to the edge of the bed instead, sliding his hands back into his trouser pockets, but touching his knee softly to the curb of the mattress. “I should let you rest then.”

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[hakaibunshi]

When the storm brings you back to me

YuGiOh || < 5000 words || cw: angst, personal hell

A glimpse of the other side of that wonderful love story.

Yes, before Seto Kaiba even thought about wielding a god or climbing through dimensions,

someone else spent all of time—from one end to the other—waiting, so his love may have a place to return to, convinced that the waiting would be the hardest part.

I stalk through the never-ending fields of reeds, and their awns reach ghostly for the spaces between my fanned fingers, leaving their gold all over my skin, infused already with so much warmth and light and summer; and still dead, for their touch is never yours and can never fool me to believe otherwise.

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[hakaibunshi]

Flowers on the Beach.

YuGiOh DM || post-canon, canon-divergence || !consider the tags

A little story about shared spaces, self-acknowledgment, overcoming differences, and finding ultimate solutions— Not a romantic love story.

He walked through the narrow corridor, where everything posits a bitter ending. Darkest shadows meet at the point where wall and floor run together, smudging the edge, making it hard to keep balance. And the ceiling too secrets heavy tar from start to end, a dreadful gook so carking it pulls down on him, further, further, further with every step but never enough to — he knows this by now — swallow him. He trod through this shaft without the fear of being squashed, yet not without fear. This time he perceived a menacing hunch in his nape, the idea of leaving something behind.

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[hakaibunshi]

Reblogging this because IT'S FINISHED (●´⌓`●)

(almost finished on time actually for once 笑笑)

It's been interesting. Until a couple hours ago I myself didn't know 100% where it would end... With each chapter I added, the story kept shifting away from my original outline...

I wanted them to be happy for once but welp, established deep-rooted head-canon said nope. ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯

Anyway, big thanks @tendershippingweek for organizing this precious event ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

Now that I am finally done with my own submission I am looking forward to checking out all of the other entries !!!

[hakaibunshi]

Flowers on the Beach.

YuGiOh DM || post-canon, canon-divergence || !consider the tags

A little story about shared spaces, self-acknowledgment, overcoming differences, and finding ultimate solutions— Not a romantic love story.

He walked through the narrow corridor, where everything posits a bitter ending. Darkest shadows meet at the point where wall and floor run together, smudging the edge, making it hard to keep balance. And the ceiling too secrets heavy tar from start to end, a dreadful gook so carking it pulls down on him, further, further, further with every step but never enough to — he knows this by now — swallow him. He trod through this shaft without the fear of being squashed, yet not without fear. This time he perceived a menacing hunch in his nape, the idea of leaving something behind.

>> read on AO3

[hakaibunshi]

[yugiohz]

they’re soulmates, harold.

[yaboybokuto]

timeline

[lufdraws]

a study in kiss

[auroblaze]

“'If I’m needy, what does that make you?’

‘Horny. Now do something useful with your mouth.’“

*PSSST * reminder that u should totally check out @ink-flavored / @livingthedragonlife’s work…

[hakaibunshi]

Still life of a street lantern below a window. (➣ AO3)

D.N.Angel || < 3000 words || tags:pining/isolation/self-harm

prompt:streetlamp

The end of Satoshi’s pencil presses against the bottom of his lip, where it no longer serves a banausic purpose but becomes a requisite for pointless contemplations. Is it the wintry air flushing his face? Or is Niwa waiting for someone, over-practicing greetings in his head to expose his excitement as would be so typical for him?

He doesn’t enjoy thinking about that, but a story is essential even if you tell it not through words but through the lines that build a countenance.

So. Who is he waiting for? Harada-san, obviously. Unless—

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Imagine if the gang decided to buy Atem a “Yuugi’s #1 fan” shirt as a joke, but it backfires because Atem really loves it and wears the shirt proudly and 100% unironically, much to Yuugi’s embarrassment.

[kuradoodles]

[hakaibunshi]

Hi! I just wanted to say your “Break A Heart” kingcrabshipping fic one of my fav fanfics I have ever read in any series ever! I feel that most fic writers make Yusei a saint who forgives and forgets anyone even though he was salty towards Jack for sure when he first came to ND City. I wanted to ask whether you would like to continue BAH and expand more on their dynamic because I love, love, LOVED your writing style and everything. Much love to you!

•́ ‿ ,•̀

Wow, thank you so much for that!! I don't know what to say... That means a lot not just for the high praise but also because revenge!Yusei is one of my favorite things ever -- the duality of loving someone and therefore being unable to quite forgive what they have done, it just hits different (๑•﹏•)

So thank you for supporting vengeance!Yusei !!

I always thought it would be pretty neat to have a second part, either to explore Jack's side of things or to just get a conclusion to it in general, but it's certainly not a long-fic project, for that way too little planning went into it in the first place lol. I started on a 2nd part back then, but it is nowhere close to finished and there so many projects going on right now .... I can't even estimate how long it could take u.u

(though getting a message like this definitely helps spark the will!! So don't lose faith in me, it WILL happen one day!)

Again, thank you so much for indulging with me~~~ have a wonderful day!

[incorrect-zexal-quotes]

Astral: Yuma told me to ‘Go get it, man’ so I’m going to go get it, man.

Kaito: Get what?

Astral: Unclear. I’ll get everything just to be safe.

[cephalomon]

💫💫💫

[hakaibunshi]

Artists who draw gay pictures of my favorite anime characters do not know the power they hold.