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Koujaku x Noiz blog. Occasionally NSFW

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Dug up a little something something since today is a very special bun’s birthday ^^  Read Part 1 first (it’s chapter 6 in the collection) then continue to Part 2 above (chapter 7). Here’s a summary:

Daybreak is pink and golden, unsympathetic to his troubled mind. His eyelids are heavy, eyes dry and so sick of counting every rust-colored thread on this couch. There’s one wiry thread in particular that irks him, sticking out defiantly from the rest and Noiz pulls at it intending to break it off. The string refuses to snap as if to spite him. He’s got it wrapped around two fingers, pulling and pulling, but it remains stubbornly attached. In the end, he’s got about half a foot of rusty thread dangling off his hand and a small hole on the cushion with white stuffing peeking out. Noiz’ hand flops uselessly beside his face, shaking off the wrinkled thread.

Koujaku is gonna be pissed.

unfortunately this section is still incomplete but i left myself notes on the ending so maybe i can write that up owo

thank you to the me of 2 years ago for being a responsible author~

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Some afternoons Noiz can be found napping amidst their nest of blankets, the children similarly dozing off in their cradle -- warm and full. Koujaku watches over them, sometimes coming over to shush his brood and lull them back to sleep when it looks like they’re stirring. They’re so soft, so small, watching them be so peaceful shifts his protective instincts into higher gear.

75/365

..ok so ive been sitting on this (mostly finished) chapter for something close to 9 months (unintentional implications but yeah) and i figured even if i only got a toe left in the fandom im not about to leave things unfinished so here we are

i brushed it up and hit publish

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KINKTOBER DAY 27 - BRANDING

Animals like these, Will’s father taught her, were the mating kind. They seek out a partner, or even a pack, and stay with them for life. That is to say, until they die. Will, with many a millennia ahead of her, felt sorry for them.

“I want to keep her.”

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"Hey.. we're friends, right?"

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

a domestic kounoi compilation

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come read False Positive~ we just had beastly little babies

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With the two of them together they will either live happily amongst their lies or rule with a heap of bodies at their feet.

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What the hell kind of Koujaku is tatt-less, scarless, and pretty much flawless? A cabaret one, apparently.

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Kiss me on the mouth and set me free But please don’t bite

A Cabaret AU? Yes we can can can!

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312/365

[[A Little Death drabble]]

A week of no contact with the brat – no call or email, not even a shadow of him at the mall – and Koujaku feels the symptoms of a withdrawal. There’s a niggling worry behind every dismissive thought, a bitter taste on his tongue at the end of another pay per view – like he’d swallowed his cum instead of wiping it off with tissues – and worst of all, there’s a hollow ache in his chest that smarts whenever he scrolls through his inbox and sees that stupid picture the brat assigned to his own contact details that one time Koujaku was stupid enough to leave his Coil unattended.

He never bothered to change it, though, and now he regrets that, seeing that mussed up face winking at him and nothing but his own unanswered messages beside it.

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189/365

“Get over here, you stinking animal! I’ve got something for you.”

Will loves her. Really. It’s just very hard to keep all that hair clean all the damn time. Besides, Hairball would look very pretty with a flower crown and their outfits would match, too~ 

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Koujaku doesn’t think himself vain by any stretch. The shelves of beauty products that line his bathroom are a necessity given his day job. The same could be said of the barbells parked at a corner of the living room, metal weights eroded with regular use. There are appearances to maintain, after all, and what would Koujaku be if not made up of others’ perception of him.

He wakes up to a sweltering summer dawn, immediately drawing the windows open to let the crisp morning air flow in. On the bed, Noiz remains asleep, nose buried in Koujaku’s pillow that he’s hugging against his bare chest. He doesn’t appear to be disturbed by the sudden coolness of the room. But of course, Koujaku remembers, Noiz has this odd condition. So he covers Noiz with a blanket. Looking down at the peaceful blond like this, Koujaku allows a fond smile to grace his lips. It’s then that he notices the unsubtle tent in his sweatpants, turning the fond mien sheepish.

 Maa, he’s a warm-blooded man in his prime, no matter how many times Noiz jokingly calls him ‘old man.’ Koujaku spares one last look at the sleeping Noiz before quietly making his way out of the room.

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PLS WRITE THAT

I’m assuming ‘that’ refers to this post here? Because that’s what I did oops..

It started that morning he woke up with Noiz asleep beside him – not a cold spot long vacated, not a sleepless blond tinkering with his gadgets – an honest to god Noiz in deep slumber. It stunned him, to say the least. Koujaku hardly dared to breathe lest it broke the spell cast by pale gold sunlight over the serene features.

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323/365

“I want to feel you.”

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(x)

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It was a Grand Ball for the Crown Prince of Grün Spielplatz to pick his future spouse among the dignitaries of Kingdoms near and far, but things aren’t exactly going as planned...

Aoba is grousing because he apparently didn’t even need to wear a stupid dress! The invite never specified that the Prince was looking for a bride.

Koujaku really has to get over himself and accept that Prince Aoba isn’t the same kid that needs looking after every second of the day.

Ren feels like he should’ve been there to prevent any untoward happenings (too late) and Sei is chillin’ at the Midnight Coast’s throne room. Lucky heir.

Wilhelm has better things to do and set about antagonizing the guests. Poor Theoderic has to keep making sure that things don’t get out of hand....

But then Will got Slapped.

Shit.