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victory lap

Fandom: Disgaea Characters: Fuji, Pirilika Words: 1000+ Summary: Pirilika's not quite done yet. Fuji should have known, really.

A place where you can be yourself, a place where you can cry I’ll become that for you

“I was talking with Flonne about your curse,” Pirilika says, not looking up as she very carefully cuts the patterned fabric she bought the previous week. Another outfit for Ao, apparently. “I hope you don’t mind. But two sleds are faster than none, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Two heads are better than one,” Fuji says, almost automatically. Sitting across her with one of her many sketchbooks in hand, he raises an eyebrow. He’s been expecting a quiet afternoon, especially after they’ve just gotten back from helping out another Netherworld the day prior. The echoes of the curse have settled onto his limbs, and downtime is usually enough to help deal with it.

He does usually get that quiet whenever he catches Pirilika personally working on an outfit in her atelier, as she could very rarely be distracted from her newest vision. And even if he could succeed in turning her attention away, her bringing up the curse has been at the bottom of his expectations.

Shifting in his seat to a more comfortable position, Fuji asks, “What, you think she can help?”

Pirilika finishes cutting around the pattern she pinned against the fabric before finally looking up. Her smile is so bright that it’s almost blinding. “She did help Ao. And she knows of a lot of Netherworlds. So I thought, maybe she can help you too? Or at least find someone who can maybe give us a clue.”

“I’m not that excited to owe anyone, let alone an angel, another favor, Piriko,” Fuji says dryly, ignoring the tightness in his chest and the hint of blood on his tongue. “Besides, I can live with it.”

“I know, but it would be nice to know your options, right?” Pirilika says, frowning as she sets aside her scissors. “And you haven’t been holding back with doting on Ao–which she deserves! But it still hurts you every time.”

Fuji shrugs as he trains his eye on the many designs Pirilika has drawn for his daughter. She’s been trying to get all of them to wear her designs, Fuji included, but Ao is definitely her favorite to make outfits for. “Yeah, well, you always heal me anyway. It’s fine,” he says. “Besides, I don’t trust some random higher-up in Celestia.”

“She’s not just a random higher-up,” Pirilika says. “She’s a friend! And Ceefore trusts her too.”

“Weapon Otaku’s not always the best judge of character. Neither are you, Piriko.” Grinning, he adds, “If anything, you’re probably the worst.”

“I was right about you though!”

“Eh, you got lucky.”

“I did,” she says, voice so soft that he can’t help looking up. She isn’t even looking at him as she pins another part of her paper pattern on the remaining fabric. As if this is just a plain old thought that doesn’t bear any further introspection. “I got very, very lucky. I can’t thank you enough, Fuji.”

He should have been able to predict it, but he isn’t able to push down the cough in time. He remembers to hold her sketchbook away at least. For the sake of Ao and her future dresses, of course. “Damn it, Piriko. Stop saying embarrassing things. I thought you were trying to help.”

“I am!” she says as she places the fabric down gently on the table in front of her. She holds out her hands and Fuji immediately feels the relief her magic provides. “And,” she continues, after his coughing subsides, “if Flonne does get back to me, I’ll look into any of her leads. You don’t have to owe her or even me anything. We can just say I’m doing this for my own sake.”

“What, you tired of healing me all the time already?”

“Of course not, silly. But…well, I did say I’d make it so you can have a place to be yourself. And I’ve been thinking–”

“Well, that’s dangerous.”

She scrunches her nose at him briefly but continues. “I’ve been thinking, that hoping to do that while doing nothing about your curse is kind of selfish, right? I mean, that’s like saying I want you to push through the pain. And I’m sure you already do that every day for us.”

The sentiment is not surprising, certainly not from her, but he can’t help watching her face quietly anyway. It’s not exactly the same, but he’s still reminded of the times when they’d hear someone criticize Opener for the fall of Hinomoto. A hint of guilt, and maybe some helplessness in the way her lips try to force a sympathetic smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

She’s probably thinking something stupid like her not having the right to be upset about him hurting.

“You really are a dumbass,” he says, with no real bite to his tone. “Look, I can handle it, all right? But if you want to look into it so badly, I’m not stopping you.”

That brings back the genuine smile on her face. The sight stabs through him, but he carries on. “Just don’t get yourself killed while playing detective or whatever. Otherwise, I’d be forced to find another gullible customer who can pay as well as you. And with my luck and in this economy? Hah.”

The insult hardly dulls the brightness of her voice. “You can always come with me. I’ll pay for your time, of course.” It’s an excuse they both use and will probably continue to use until, well, until something changes. He’s not holding his breath on anything.

“You know,” he says instead, before his thoughts lead him further, “I’ve been thinking of upping my rates recently.”

“Is that a no?” She pouts, a little more exaggerated than usual.

“Only if you can’t pay,” he says, grinning.

It’s hardly an obstacle. Nothing ever really is with Pirilika.

As Fuji watches her go back to making another dress for his little girl, he allows himself to let go of what little doubt he has left.

Maybe she can do this one too.

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A/N: This is more of a practice piece, since I haven’t written anything in sooo longgg, let alone for Disgaea, oops. Please forgive (´；ω；`)ｳｩｩ

I see FujiPiri in…a lot of aspects to the point that I’d prefer to call them soulmates…? Not necessarily in a romantic sense. But more of in a, “they would have inevitably been in each other’s lives one way or another” or “they come in a set; do not separate them” kind of way. Shrug emojis at the universe. It’s not my fault the ending song is like that ww.

Anyway, Fuji literally calls her Baal’s archnemesis. Of course, she can kick a curse in the ass too. The only thing stopping her in canon is definitely just the status quo.

Also, I had this in mind for Ao’s outfit! She’d be so cute. (*´▽｀*) I love you, Ao-chan!!! https://www.tumblr.com/lolita-wardrobe/727907991892967424/yupbro-the-spring-of-high-mountains-wa-lolita

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orichita 2018 fics

Sunrise [AO3] General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, 2900+ words Established Relationship, Fluff "Titan has had quite enough of feeling alone."

Take Two [AO3] General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1700+ words Light-Hearted, Fluff and Humor, Love Confessions "In an attempt to get his feelings across, Titan sings, but the aftermath doesn't play out as he expected. He should have known. This is Orion he's singing to."

melodious epilogues [AO3] General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, 900+ words Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Birthday Fluff "Titan reflects a little on his past. And his present."

for the soul [AO3] General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1700+ words Established Relationship, Chatting & Messaging, Fluff "It's not rare for Orion to go on business trips, but, when he does, he ensures that Titan knows he still thinks of him anyway."

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Flonne/Laharl Characters: Flonne, Laharl Additional Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Long-Distance Relationship, Pining, Comfort Words: 1000+

A sense of dread urges Flonne to come home.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Flonne/Laharl Characters: Laharl, Flonne, Artina Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Picnics, Food Words: 2600+

To no one's surprise, bringing Archangel Flonne food as an excuse to see her becomes something of a habit for the Supreme Overlord, Laharl the Terrible. It's fine. Some are grateful. Flonne herself is, most of all.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Flonne, Barbara Additional Tags: Friendship, Light-Hearted, Post-Canon Words: 2500+

Flonne's departure draws closer by every passing day, yet there are still those whom she can't help worrying about. Barbara is one of them.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Flonne/Laharl Characters: Laharl, Flonne, Etna, Sicily, Xenolith Additional Tags: Valentine's Day Fluff, Birthday Fluff, Established Relationship Words: 3900+

There are a few select days of the year that she's sure to come home, no matter what. This is one of them.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Xenolith, Laharl, Flonne Additional Tags: Light-Hearted, Sleep, Big Brother Instincts, Post-Canon Words: 1300+

Laharl sleeps everywhere. Xenolith worries.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Flonne/Laharl Characters: Flonne, Laharl Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Sappy, Long-Distance Relationship Words: 1000

She feels so far away.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Titan/Orion Characters: Titan, Orion Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Winter, Hugs, Kissing Words: 5900+

It’s been a while since Titan and Orion have found themselves alone together. When Titan’s heater breaks in the middle of winter, they make the most of it.

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

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Titan/Orion Characters: Titan, Orion, Selen, Argon, Balt, Nickel Words: 3900+

What even changed between them? Nothing, really. In retrospect, it’s not without trying on Orion’s part. No, it's all Titan's fault. He's sure of it.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Titan/Orion Characters: Titan, Orion Words: 2100+

At the end of a long week, Titan finds himself at his limits.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Flonne, Void Words: 1000+

She looks too much like his sister. He knows she's not her, but Void allows himself to be invited by the newly-appointed Seraph anyway. For tea and cookies.

Void Dark would've been appalled.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Seraphina, Zeroken Words: 3900+

Driven by the skepticism of his students, Zeroken invites Seraphina to visit his small dojo. He knows her enough to expect a few surprises, however, and she delivers.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Laharl, Flonne Words: 6100+

At the end of another typical day in the Netherworld, an exhausted Flonne stumbles back into the Overlord’s Castle, unannounced, unaccompanied by any of the angels who reverently address her as, “Lady Archangel.” Laharl, startled by her sudden return, tells her to stay for the night. Or perhaps another day. Forever wouldn’t hurt either.

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

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Flonne, Xenolith, Sicily, Laharl, Etna Words: 3400+

Flonne finds a kotatsu. What better way to celebrate her find, than to share it with her friends in a castle surrounded by lava?

AO3 || FF.Net

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Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Xenolith, Etna, Laharl, Flonne Words: 4100+

He has lost sight of her once. He's never letting that happen again. Not if he can help it.

(Or: Xenolith joins Etna as she leaves for Veldime)

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Dead Air

Fandom: Disgaea Character: Fuka Kazamatsuri Words: 300+ Summary: Her world comes to a standstill, and it’s fine. It’s what she wants. Wanted. It’s fine.

Artina has cut her hair. Once. Twice. Fuka decides to stop counting after the third, days after the angel's fall. It's not that short, as it still reaches the small of the fallen angel's back. Still long enough to be braided. But the fact remains that time has passed long enough for that need to arise.

Within her own room, designed to look as different from the outside prison as possible, Fuka looks at herself in the mirror. She takes a lock of her loose hair and rubs it between her fingers.

They haven't grown an inch. She hasn't grown an inch.

She presses her lips together. She wants this. Wanted it.

And yet, what dream lasts this long?

She takes a deep breath and smooths out her clothes. The same clothes she has always worn. From her nightstand, she takes her brush.

As she attends to her hair, she mentally goes through the day's itinerary. The Blight House. She and Desco had been planning to bug Emizel for the day. It's been weeks since he last dropped by, ever since Artina's fall. Not that she's particularly excited to see him, but maybe she can strong-arm him into doing a few things for her or something.

Even the constant battles can get repetitive. A girl can get bored, too.

Then she'll have to ask Valzy about some new training spots she and Desco can visit. Maybe that would make things more exciting. Emizel's term hasn't been uneventful, but he always makes such quick work of things that she barely even has the time to lift her bat.

Fuka frowns. It's just plain ridiculous. He must be having some help. Not from Valzy, of course. Fenfen would start yapping if Emizel even tried. Probably from those people he employed or something. Or even from those other Overlords he has struck deals with. He's been spending much more time with them now. 

Satisfied with her hair, Fuka puts down the brush and adjusts her cap. It's the same look. The same character she has established ever since the name Fuka Kazamatsuri has spread all over the Netherworld.

This is what she wants. Wanted.

It's fine. It should be. After all, it's the path she has chosen, and it is one she no longer has the privilege to abandon.