That heart of yours belongs to you until its very last beat.
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Starr / Ghostie / Kade / Kayden
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⋆ ˚ ꩜ Creator’s Notes
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“This is just like a movie, exactly like a movie. No matter where you go, there's a story."
Fin — Sep 29th 2025 /// Word Count — 1.2k
Tags — PJSK, Deafened Hearts, oneshot, shuffle AU, AU of an AU, rarepairs, rarepairs implied, AkiKana implied, IchiHaru implied, music competition
Author’s Notes: I had an insane writer's block while writing this, and I hate it so much, but I needed to get it finished, so.. here it is! It's definitely not my favorite concept, but I would say this isn't too shabby. ][ This fic was written for the Project Sekai 2025 Big Bang ( @projectsekaibigbang )! Special thanks to @star3synth for partnering with me! Make sure to check out his fanart!
Sweat glistens on the faces of the four teens, product of their exhilarating performance. The crowd’s cheers roar throughout auditorium, filling the ears of the band and the astounded judges. It was not only a performance to remember, but there is no doubt that this show sparked something in everyone’s hearts.
Time seemed to freeze as the band waits for their results. Support and encouraging shouts from audience members fly through empty ears as the judges converse amongst themselves. Akito, being.. himself (such a scornful way to act, isn't it?), ignores his nerves and hones in on the three judges’ conversation.
The stout, strict old lady was easiest to hear. Her face was cascaded with wrinkles, a permanent frown imprinted on her lips. Her voice was scratchy, presumably from smoking in her youth — he could tell since his father sounded the same — and it was rather loud, her hearing hard from old age.
Next to her, in the middle of the other two, was a rather young man. He shouldn’t be any older than thirty, he could assume. A sleeve of tattoos on each arm under the sleeves of his button up, and he had the voice of a teacher; booming and calming, with the ability to be quiet when necessary. A rather notable perm kept his hair in tight, brown curls. His ears were pierced, too. It’s easy to tell from a mile away that this man knows his way around music. He just has one of those faces, Akito couldn’t help but think.
Lastly, there is a middle-aged woman on the right side of the table. She's petite, with slick black hair tied back in a neat ponytail. Large, extravagantly colorful earrings hung from her sorry earlobes. Those just had to hurt. She seemed very friendly, despite her clean and slick appearance. Her voice was so melodious that it was on another level. She could make a killing a an audiobook narrator.
The judges were fairly split, each one covering an aspect of the others' weak points. Their muttered critiques and praises were hidden behind blank pieces of cardstock held stiff in the air, so he couldn't read their lips. Akito respects their smart thinking, but he hated the fact he couldn't successfully eavesdrop.
The muttering seems to quite down, and the slowly set their papers to the side. Silence follows, minus soft chitterings in the crowd and the scratching of pens on paper. Not that the judges necessarily needed to write down their choices, but it was more-so to prevent cheating.
A sharp cough from the man breaks the ginger's thoughts. "Will the other bands come to the stage please," a stern voice echoed through the speakers as the two rivaled bands enter the stage. Akito squeezed in with his bandmates, considering the stage was pretty small with three full bands on stage at once.
Time seems to freeze. The judges listed each band's name, thanking them all for coming. He didn't remember exactly what they said, since he was too focused on the fear of them losing this competition they worked for. No one on that stage dared to blink. To breathe.
"The band to win the finals of the Autumn MusicFest is.." A pause. The judges were speaking simultaneously, yet it felt like their lips were moving at three different speeds. The air hung heavy over everyone's heads.
"Deafened Hearts."
Silence. Too long of a silence, as if some cruel joke was played on them. Then, the crowd roared. The band received a standing ovation. It seemed that all the hard work payed off, going from playing occasional gigs at local restaurants to winning one of the biggest competitions in the area. The band turned, meeting each others' eyes. They four were shaking, eyes cloudy with tears of joy. Despite Akito not being one for hugs, he was the one to pull everyone in. Incoherent sobs of excitement and relief spill from them. It was their first real win.
Akito remembers every detail of this next event. He could never forget it. Kanade would look at him, eyes watery and wide, lifts softening when seeing his unusually large smile. He wasn't sure at the time why he felt his stomach flip, feeling a higher sense of accomplishment than ever before, but he knows now. It's pretty obvious to everyone except to her. That's.. a topic for another day, though. On the other hand, Haruka and Ichika were more energetic. They seemed like two crazy fangirls who hopped on the stage without permission. Giggling, jumping up and down, excessively high-fiving. This is pretty out of character for them, of course, but their music has come a long way, so their overreaction is to be expected.
The other two band watched on for a few moments, bitter and envious yet impressed all the same. They walked off stage shortly after, though, right as a trophy is carried onto the stage. Well, more so a music box? It had a sculpted tree with autumn leaves, orange glitter gently coating each delicate branch. The band quickly pulls themselves together, and after receiving a small chuckle from the judges, Haruka is handed the music box. The other three gather around, silently ooo-ing and awe-ing over the reward. There was a cash prize as well, but it was to be mailed at a later date and not necessarily relevant at this point.
"Our first trophy. Our first real sign that we're heading somewhere." Ichika was in awe, much more than the others were. She's handed the music box to examine. It was unique, handcrafted, and probably more expensive than what her liver would sell for. She felt like she was holding a national treasure. And, in a sense, she was.
The others had nodded, agreeing with her. "It's evidence of our growth, just in a physical form," Haruka added. She always seemed to be so insightful. Kanade then chimes in, "Also, since it isn't a generic trophy, it'll standout to anyone and give us more influence," her soft voice was rather hard to hear over the crowd.
The teens look out at the crowd once more, applause now slowly dying out. As they yell one last thank you, the four exit the stage happier than ever. After a few minutes of busy work, packing up, singing confirmation forms, and a bunch of other boring bullshit, the group finally got to leave. On the walk back to the studio, a smart idea rings through Akito's mind. He would kill for something to eat right now. The show was so exhausting that he felt like some poor little Victorian boy who was fighting until dinnertime just for a single breadcrumb.
He had the bright idea to convince the others to go out for something. He knew a great hole-in-the-wall café right around here, after all. "Y'know what would really hit the spot right now?" A smirk crosses his lips as the girls look at him knowing damn well what he was about to say. And, honestly, they were thinking the same thing. All at the same time, everyone exclaimed..
Author’s Notes: Just a silly little cuddle fic with RanPoe, and Karl is there too taking the place of your average house cat.
The smell of coffee and the crisp fire filled the air. A cold, dreary autumn rain filled what would normally be silence as the two lovers snuggled closely on the couch.
“You smell good,” Ranpo muttered softly into Poe’s chest. He sighs in content as he shifts in the other’s lap.
Poe lazily ran his hands through the sleepy detective’s hair. “Well, I sure I hope I do. I just showered not too long ago.”
How silly. Of course he doesn’t know how to take a compliment properly. Ranpo looks up with half-open eyes, a slight pout on his face. “You know that’s not what I meant, Ed,” he faintly objected.
Karl, hearing the mumbles of the two, wakes up from his nap to jump on the couch. He nuzzles up next to Poe’s legs, a small, tired squeak can be heard as he settles down.
“Oh, I didn’t realize. Sorry, love..”
He sighs and presses a light kiss onto the top of Ranpo’s head. Poe makes sure to keep his hand running in a rhythmic motion through his “rival’s” hair. Yes, they still called each other rivals, but it was more Ranpo’s request so he could confuse people.
The detective buries his head back into Poe’s chest, almost as if he was a cat. “Don’t apologize, idiot. I was just teasing,”
he grumbled. He didn’t bother moving his head again, since he was comfortable.
Another comfortable silence fills the room before Poe starts to mentally scold himself. He just remembered that he was supposed to pick up more groceries today. He had gotten distracted by his lovely boyfriend coming to visit suddenly.
Ranpo, as always, notices the sudden distraught radiating off of the author. “Did I do something,” he asks curiously, looking up at Poe again. He opens his eyes slightly, looking at his face.
“No, I just needed to buy more groceries,” Poe starts muttering on, “Karl needs more food, and I’m out of a lot of other items.” He seems slightly panicked. Based on how he was acting, there wasn’t enough food to feed the raccoon tonight. He wouldn’t be this panicked if it was simply only his food that he had forgotten.
Ranpo sits up, lightly pressing a finger to the other’s lips to stop his rambling. Moving Poe’s chocolate brown hair, he presses their foreheads together, his emerald eyes gaze lovingly into the author’s. For anyone else, this would be a rare moment indeed. But when Ranpo was with his lover, he was surprisingly compassionate. Well, on his own way, of course.
“Nope, stop talking. We’ll Doordash some more. So stop freaking out before I smother you with Karl’s tail.”
Poe gently grabs the short man’s hand and pressed a feather-light kiss to the back of it. What would he ever do without his dearest Ranpo by his side? The way it only takes the detective a few words to calm him down always astounds Poe, but he doesn’t mind. He always found comfort in it. “You know Karl hates his tail being grabbed. But, I guess that is an excellent idea,” he muttered, “Now, how does getting some extra sweets sound?” The author offered, carefully reaching to the side to grab his phone.
Ranpo’s face light up at the mention of sweets. He wasn’t trying to be greedy, but he technically hadn’t asked for them. Wait, was it greedy to accept an offer like this? Truthfully, he didn’t really care. His brilliant boyfriend had offered to buy sweets specifically for him. He may not show it obviously, but little things like these just make Ranpo fall deeper in love. A soft smile creeps onto his lips, a mischievous giggle creeping free. “I mean, I’m definitely not going to turn it down.”
Poe nods, opening his phone. He takes a moment to add the basic necessities to the cart- food for Karl, some more toilet paper, and different produce items- before handing the phone over to Ranpo. “Here, go ahead and pick something out. Don’t worry about the expenses. As you know, I’m not really restricted in the money department,” he chuckled softly at his own joke. The author fondly looks at his man-child of a boyfriend, who was scrolling for different treats with a certain spark in his eyes.
After a moment, Ranpo hands the phone back. He had added a good amount of treats to the order, along with Poe’s favorite- these little raccoon shaped ice creams they saw one time at the store, and he’d been amazed by them ever since- because he knew that, as much as the man might like the ice creams, he would never actually go out of his way and purchase any. The detectives grins before nuzzling back into his lover’s arms, closing his eyes once again in content.
Poe places the order, making sure to tip the dasher extra since he was in a good mood- and when he tips extra, it usually means that he’s tipped around 500 dollars. He plants a soft kiss onto the sleepy man’s head, enjoying watching him snuggle into his warmth more and more by the minute.
A small, soft cheep can be heard as Karl shuffles into the lap of Ranpo, trying to share the warmth of the two lovers as well. There’s no protests heard from either of them, and it slowly falls quiet as the rain lets up.
Poe takes note of this before finally discarding his phone to the side without much care. A light feathery kiss is placed on the top of his lover’s messy hair. “Ranpo, darling, don’t fall asleep,” he says lightly, coaxing the detective to stay awake, “I don’t need you bouncing off the walls tonight because you can’t sleep.”
A chuckle is heard from him as he nuzzled his head closer to Poe. “Oh, don’t worry Ed, I’m not falling asleep. I’m just comfy.”
The two sit there, embracing each other’s warmth silently. The older man is running his hand through the other’s hair, and Ranpo is clinging onto his neck and waist. They zone out, comfortable within each other’s arms, only paying mind to the doorbell being rung. The groceries were finally here.
“Okay, time to get up, love. I need to go and grab the groceries before they spoil.”
Ranpo reluctantly moves off of his lap, but not before he grumbles about wishing food didn’t spoil so he could have left the groceries outside until they were done cuddling.
Luckily, the room they were in was close to the entrance, so the trip to and from the door wasn’t too long. Because of the fact that he knew how hungry his boyfriend gets, the main living room had been placed right next to the kitchen. As he entered, he finds Ranpo waiting there eagerly- either for his return or the food, possibly both.
The shorter man grabs some of the bags out of Poe’s hands without a word and sorts through them, leaving the mochi and ice creams out. He stashes the rest away in the proper area and grins.
“Poe, I made sure you got your favorite ice creams..~”
He smiles softly at the cheeky tone of the detective, finishing putting away the groceries from the bags he had in hand. “That was very thoughtful of you,” he states as he motions to head over to the living room.
Ranpo giggles, obviously already having known that he would get a compliment of the sorts. He grabs the snacks and happily walks over to the couch, setting them on the coffee table and opening up the mochi. As he begins to munch away, Poe sits down with the TV remote and turns on one of their favorite shows- Inspector Gadget. Yes, it was a bit childish, but it amused the both of them.
As the two peacefully munch away on their sweets and laugh, having conversation as the TV plays in the background, they loose track of time. It didn’t really matter to them though. The two were content, and all that really mattered anymore was the fluttering feeling in their hearts that proved they learned to love each other more and more as every day passes.
