keikaru

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[keikaru]

Hi, I’m Keikaru, a fanfic writer!

This blog was originally for my Líf (FEH) obsession & writings, but it’s going to encompass multifandom fics and zine works now.

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I have a lot of interests so here is a list of fandoms I write for or blog about.

(*) currently interested (bolded items are my fave media)

(-) no longer active/declining interest

Bleach*

Collar x Malice

Dungeon Meshi

D.Gray-Man

Eldarya -

Fate Series*

Fire Emblem series*

Genshin Impact

Heart no Kuni no Alice series*

Honkai: Star Rail*

Link Click

Madoka Magica

The Maze Runner -

Mystic Messenger

Naruto

Piofiore

Pirates in Love -

Pokémon

SK8 the Infinity

Stardew Valley

Twisted Wonderland*

Yona of the Dawn

[keikaru]

Lost Light - FEH (Lif/Summoner)

He loves her to madness—that is the only way one can worship their lover.

“I am yours,” Líf leans down and says into her ear. “I serve you and you alone.”  

Because when morning comes, they will perform their role as Summoner and General. The moon chasing after the sun. Only behind closed doors does this Líf exist for her.

“I am your blade. Your shadow. The sunless spaces where you walk.” He presses his hands into hers, more gentle than the duvet below them. Another kiss, a gentle possession. “But when we’re alone, let your thoughts be only of me.”  

“And yet, Lord Líf,” she says with a lilt, “you fill me with more than just thoughts.”

A sound of beating hearts, a fluttering of unspoken feelings. You, who bloom so beautifully above the mire. You, whose heart I wish to hear beat forever.

Her eyes soften and become glassy. She doesn’t say anything, only staring up at him with aching tenderness. Longing. Wanting. What she wants, she fails to put it into words. But their interlocking hands speak volumes of what they are to each other.

“My heart” —Kiran says, all undone and without reticence— “has been yours from the start, Lord Líf. To me you are...”

You are the face of love.

There are oaths you do not need to say out loud but felt with a beating heart and mingling breath.

Their fleshly desire overflows from its chalice. Is it shameful to put that into words? How much he wants her, how much she needs him. The proximity between their bodies closes again and again. They exhale raspy, staccato breaths mired in pleasure and desperation. Líf hovers over her and kisses the length of her neck, the curve of her breasts. He returns to her neck and presses a ghost of a kiss onto her skin.

They lock eyes and it is not the first time that they have done this. Nor will it be the last.

Kiran assents and he marks her. Her fingers tangle into his hair and she trembles, docile and pliant under his mouth. He derives secret pleasure from the act—that she is his. Like a wolf and a lamb, you devour the thing you desire most just once. But not her—Kiran’s love is the hunger that consumes him.  

Devotion is a sword that never dulls. Love is a vow that does not end in death. And Líf will never let her go. He will slay leviathan after leviathan to bring her shadow back. She is not Eurydice and they will walk side-by-side, together, from one realm to the next.   

She is his light brighter, his summoner.

And should there be a day when the sky becomes sunless, Kiran is the only light he needs. 

Read the rest on AO3~

[keikaru]

diamond sky - Honkai: Star Rail (Aventurine & Ratio)

After Sunday dismisses him from Dewlight Pavilion, Aventurine staggers from the mansion with a throbbing migraine. The Harmony worms its way into his mind with a liquid cool voice, penetrating his thoughts and stripping him bare. In the next moment, his body grows warm like fire licking his skin, like something crawling underneath it.

He grits his teeth as he feels invisible tendrils probing themselves into the recesses of his mind, violating all sense of privacy. It slinks through his skull like a parasite carving a nest for itself. A spiritual stripping of his autonomy.

“Get out of my head. Leave” —he hisses— “stop. Get out!”

A sharp pain punctuates itself behind his eyes, causing him to stumble and gasp for breath. Aventurine covers his mouth with one hand, preventing himself from retching. The sensation revolts him—something crawling beneath his flesh and a hand slinking around his heart and squeezing it.

His fingers curl around the strap of his bag, precious jewels clattering together in jeering applause. Under the diamond sky of Penacony, Aventurine exhales a shaky breath before standing up. The buildings spiral into the endless twilight to a staggering height. You cannot touch the sky in Penacony—how far does the ceiling of this dream reach?

Despite his blurry vision, a familiar figure in a swathe of deep blue and gold approaches.

“Ever the theatrical one.” The doctor’s voice penetrates through the haze of pain, sobering the gambler. “Is there a point of offering my shoulder if you’re going to bumble around like a drunkard?”

“Your courtesy won’t be needed, doctor,” Aventurine retorts sharply. Sweat beads across his brow but he plasters a grin across his face.

“You look unwell,” Dr. Ratio says again, this time, more flatly. Something flickers across his face, but Aventurine squints as his vision begins to focus. “On your last legs already?”

“You betrayed me,” Aventurine spits out. He narrows his eyes at Ratio, grin falling into a frown. “If our discussion is done, I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait. What do you intend to do now?”

“Mmmh, who’s to say.” Aventurine weakly lifts the gift money bag in his hand and Ratio glances at it. The doctor leans over to examine the contents and a smooth line etches across his lips.

“You’re mad.”

Aventurine shrugs. “Seventeen system hours left to live does that to you. Now then. If we’re done…”

He sidesteps the doctor to pass him and eyes the people gathering in the plaza. Just then, Ratio holds out his hand to stop him. Aventurine sighs, irritation finally bubbling to the surface.  

“Take this. You’ll thank me later.” Ratio forcefully hands him a medical device. Aventurine clutches it, mystified. “Use it when you’re on your on your last legs.”

Aventurine examines the object and when he looks up to thank the doctor, Ratio slips into the crowd without looking back. The gambler stares after the doctor and a small smile pries at his lips.

[keikaru]

My contributor copy of @fefateszine arrived! It was such an honor creating a fic for this zine! I wrote a fic with Niles and Laslow and thank you so much for indulging and letting me write for these two!! All in all, this was such an incredible zine with fantastic art, writing, and merch. 🥹🫶 Fates will always have a special place in my heart. 🩵

[keikaru]

to cinders - TWST [Rollo]

There are two types of fire you cannot extinguish—and that is passion and hate.

Hate burns inside Rollo’s body like a blazing inferno. Here, on the highest floor of the bell tower, the fools of Night Raven College continue to lambast him at every turn of the way. They exchange blows of magic, spells cracking in the air while sparks disperse hot with the collision of their hearts and ideals.  

Must they continue to resist me? Rollo stumbles back, lightly brushing against the Bell of Solace as he cradles his arm. Did the firelotuses not sap the majority of their strength?

He will not falter under the bell’s watchful and noble gaze. Not here when it is his duty to cleanse the world of its filth permeating through the air. Behind him, Rollo feels the bell’s power and quiet grandeur, as if commanding him to fulfill his righteous duty as judgement’s shadow.

“Cease this madness, Flamme,” Malleus says gravely. 

Before him stands three house wardens from Night Raven College, all in a state of utter disarray. Their laborious breaths, haggard appearance, and trembling hands betray fatigue and urgency. 

And him. That haughty look in his eyes is the one I despise most.

In the center of the group is Malleus Draconia, the fae-heir whose birthright lays claim to Briar Valley and whose presence inspires fear and humility. His eyes glow with unearthly flames and a frown, no matter how intense, could mar that beautiful face.

To employ magic for such trivial purposes—for fun, as the students claim—is reason enough to make Rollo set his jaw and narrow his eyes at their levity. Magic is a dangerous affair that should not be treated so lightly like fireworks. But what do these fools know when their first foray into magic is through an institution with safeguards? Magic, as its rawest and most unstable form, is not easy to control. 

Rollo speaks as perspiration beads at his brow. “Your overreliance on magic dulls your sense of safety. Just because you can control it doesn’t mean it’s safe—only that you know how to make it less dangerous.”

“And yet who is the bigger fool between us?” Azul snips back, pushing his glasses up with one hand. “The hypocrite who disparages magic but still uses it. Or the three house wardens who will stop your machinations with or without it?”

Idia throws his companion a pointed stare. “Can we just auto-skip the final boss dialogue and rush him?!” 

“A fine idea,” Malleus says, raising his hand at Rollo. But very subtly, he winces. In that moment of hesitation, Rollo conjures up another spell faster than Malleus’ incantation. 

Rollo grins wildly as his signature spell, Dark Fire, manifests before him with hungry, vitriolic flames. He directs the rage to the heir to Briar Valley and an orange, hateful fire bursts from his hand like a heat-seeking missile. 

As the comet of fire closes in on Malleus, Azul rushes forward.

“Azul?!” Malleus and Idia yell, in equal measure of shock and horror.

“Fools, the lot of you!” Rollo shouts, without thinking. He flexes his hand, feeling smoke and cinders radiate from his palm like a burn. 

Azul crumples onto the ground with a dull thud. As the smoke and steam disperses, remnants of water magic, a shoddy shield or some such, flickers in a dome around him before dissipating.

Rollo takes a step forward and a grim smile crescents across his face. He is not without pity—he allows the other two to glimpse at their fallen comrade. “One less obstacle to deal with. Now then—”

“Take that!”

“Huh?” Rollo glances at the wilted figure but it’s too late for the student council president to react. 

In less than a moment’s breath, a blaze the size of Rollo’s own hate thrashes him with a magnitude so great that he collapses to the ground. For a few long seconds, Rollo lays there, gazing up at the ceiling of the tower in a daze of confusion. His thoughts, murky with pain and disbelief, renders him silent and incredulous.

“Bwah?!” Idia shouts. “What was that? Did you say that was Deuce’s spell? You mean—”

“Yes” —Azul winces as he picks himself from the floor and dusts off his clothes— “I suspected that his signature spell would be our final gambit. I’m pleased that it worked out so well.”

“Well done, Ashengrotto. I am thoroughly impressed by your cunning.” 

Rollo doesn’t understand what Azul hit him with, but traces of that flame strongly resemble his own. Fighting fire with fire, I see. How lamentable this situation has become.

His head throbs while his heart pounds furiously inside his chest. Stand, you fool. Why won’t you move? How unseemly this entire act is. And those wretched fiends continue to prattle as if I’m not here…

Rollo seethes in silence at their impudence but bides his time. As he grits his teeth, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth gives him enough clarity to stagger back onto his feet.

“How many HP bars does this guy have?!” 

“Flamme, comport yourself,” Malleus warns. “Dawn must have broken through the clouds covering your eyes. Do you understand now?” 

“I…understand,” Rollo murmurs slowly, clutching his arm. “That even if fire burns, so does it illuminate. Then ring the bell, Malleus…and see to it that this city will be saved.”

Edit: You can read the rest of the fic on AO3!

[keikaru]

Sea Fairy - Madoka Magica [KyoSaya]

“You have a wish, don’t you?” 

It’s a voice so soft that the ocean waves nearly drown it out. Sayaka swivels to the source.

An unusual white creature pokes its head from the water. Its red eyes blazes like the embers of a dying sun, and the ears on its head twitch. It rises from the water to perch beside Sayaka.

“I’m Kyubey, the sea witch,” it begins, observing her with unblinking eyes. “Wishes are my speciality, and I heard your heart. What do you want granted?”

“No,” Sayaka says weakly. “I don’t need to make a wish.”

“But you called for me. That’s why I’m here.” Kyubey gazes at the town. Lanterns burn bright despite the burgeoning storm. “I know what you want.” 

The sky weeps lightly. “Don’t make light of my feelings. How can you possibly know?”

“You want to be with that human boy. But you will never have him as you are now.”

Sayaka stills and lifts her eyes to the dark, gray clouds. The sea witch’s words light a match in her, one that boils an unusual, festering rage. Its words are incendiary, but she doesn’t know why it's doing this.

“I don’t know what you want. But I think it’s foolish wanting something you don’t understand.”

Kyubey blinks. “Sometimes, what you desire makes you foolish. That is what it means to be alive.”

Even if mermaids do not shed tears, her eyes mist when she looks at the house with music.

“Sayaka. I’ll say it again. What is the one wish that would make your sea pearl shine?”

Read the rest on AO3!

[keikaru]

Bride of the Crow Tengu OCs

I commissioned the lovely @/evelynknightart to bring my OCs, Yana and Rinsho, to life! <3

Yana is a shrine priestess and sacrifice to the crow tengu.

Rinsho is a servant to the crow tengu and watches over Yana.

These two are the protagonists of my upcoming web novel, Bride of the Crow Tengu! It's currently in progress with 14 chapters (and more) being written! Looking forward to sharing this story with everyone hopefully in May/June!! (Exact date TBD.)

Synopsis of the web novel below!

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“Then take me on as a sacrifice for the karasu-tengu.”

There is a legend that Lord Rivu, a crow tengu, presides over Suzu Village. However, ravaging storms and winds lay waste to the crops year after year, and the villagers are desperate for succor. To appease the wrathful deity, the villagers offer bridal candidates to the crow tengu in exchange for a quiet, bountiful season.

Now, it is Yana’s turn to become the next sacrifice. She counts down the days by tending to Lord Rivu’s shrine and learning how to be a quality bride. To her horror, Lord Rivu sends down his personal servant, Rinsho, to keep watch over her.

A story of identity, bonds, and fate—does Yana choose to protect the village, or will she defy her fate as the crow tengu’s bride? Thus begins a tale that explores how human a deity can be and how monstrous man can become.

[keikaru]

Sea Fairy - Tragic Mermaid AU [KyoSaya]

“What is the one wish that would make your sea pearl shine?”

I wrote a tragic Mermaid AU featuring Sayaka/Kyoko, for the @connectfanzinezine! Doomed yuri my beloved~! 🥰 TYSM much for having me & it was so fun to write 💙

Read my fic here on AO3!

Also, go download the free AND gorgeous zine with over 300+ pages of content from artists and writers!

[lynarc]

Revisiting an old idea + added Thrasir

[connectfanzine]

☁︎ZINE RELEASE☁︎

You can download Connect: A Madoka Magica Franchise Fanzine RIGHT NOW!

The full PDF is available on our Itch page!

Alternatively, you may read it as a flipbook on Heyzine, no download required!

Thank you so much for following us on this journey, and we hope you enjoy the zine!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

this and also fanfic writers choosing to write a chapter a year, because they don’t want to write more often than that, or abandoning their works entirely because they lose interest and don’t feel like continuing anymore is also a valid reason, and you’re an entitled asshole if you attack, guilt trip or shame them for it (being sad/disappointed is completely okay and normal, you can’t control how your mind feels and reacts to something, what matters is that you respect the author’s decision and don’t be a dick to them about it).

fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re kind enough to let you read their works for free. they don’t owe you any explanation. they don’t owe you the details of their personal lives. they don’t owe you anything.

[keikaru]

I’m glad he shares the same taste as me. 🤩

[connectfanzine]

☁︎ CONTRIBUTOR PREVIEWS ☁︎

Now introducing the first round of our magical contributors: @blueofthesunset, Keikaru, @silvishinystar, @flipperdipper10, @moomoofoo, @cantarellacookie, leonid, and nicrinu!

[keikaru]

Final day to preorder Black N White: An N Harmonia Fanzine!

Illustration by: Maji

Today's the final day to preorder order Black N White!!! And with our final stretch goal just a couple orders from being unlocked, you won't wanna miss out!

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[davyjoneslockr]

Hi late to the party, but here’s a sneak peek of my fic from Black N White, an N zine!! All proceeds go to Rainforest Trust, and preorders are still open until March 14th!

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[keikaru]

3 days left to preorder Black N White: An N Harmonia Fanzine!

Illustration by:@/okaylee.bsky.social

The final days are upon us, so don't miss out! And we are getting close to our final stretch goal as well!

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[keikaru]

Two weeks left until preorders for Black N White: An N Harmonia Fanzine close! 💚 FIRST STRETCH GOAL UNLOCKED!

Illustration by: cinnaabunnii

In addition, we unlocked the first stretch goal! 🎉 This cute acrylic charm will be added to all eligible orders.

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