#isumiilde

[judette-mathis]

Mother’s

Series: Soukyuu no Fafner,

Characters: Saya, Akane, Chizuru, etc.

Rating: PG

Words:  1.3k+

AO3

Summery:   Saya and Akane gush over their babies together.

Note: for @isumiilde this was fun to make. I should make this time of stuff more often....but inspiration....... beta’ed by @shou-liengod thank you!

***

Akane had been excited when she heard the news, and almost immediately rushed over to the Toomi clinic to see if it was true.

“Saya-chan you’re having a baby!?” Akane loudly shouted as she threw the clinic door open. The two women inside yelped, shocked by her sudden appearance. Akane walked over to Saya and crouched down in front of her belly.

“Akane-san?” Saya wondered in confusion as she looked down at Akane. Akane looked up at her with a pout. How could she not tell her she was having a baby as well? Then again Akane had been busy, but still!

“Why didn't you tell me you were having a child?”

Akane knows that she's being a little ridiculous, but she liked to know these types of things, especially if it involves one of her close friends. “You've been busy,” Saya answered, looking down at Akane amused.

Akane pouted at her, that was certainly true. She's barely had time to sleep recently. Akane sighed defeated, then hugged her stomach. “Your mommy is mean.”

"Hey don't tell my baby that!"

“Haha! I can do whatever i want!”

Chizuru smiled coyly at the two ladies interactions. She always enjoyed her friends banter with one and another. It was sweet how well they got along with each other. Chizuru felt she would be content if she could just continue to watch them.

Akane looked at Chizuru then narrowed her eyes at her. "And don't you think you're getting away either," Akane ordered, her tone sounding as pouty as when she spoke to Saya. Chizuru held up her hands nervously.

"What did I do?" Chizuru asked, unsure of how she could have offended Akane as well.

Akane puckered her lips further, then said, "Forget it!!"

***

Saya who was still pregnant by the time Akane's baby- Kazuki- was born, was very curious about taking care of children since her son was still resting inside of her, so when her friend was at home and no longer had to stay in the clinic. Saya went to visit the Makabe household to see Kazuki.

Akane proudly held her baby towards Saya. "Isn't he a cutie!" she proclaimed happily. Saya looked at the infant and felt her eyes sparkle. The little guy stared at her with wide eyes, not making any noises.

"He looks just like... Chizuru," Saya said jokingly. In truth though he held an uncanny resemblance to his mother. The longer Saya stared at the baby, the more she only saw Akane. If she didn't know any better she would think there was only Akane's genes in the child.

Akane laughed at the joke. "Doesn't he?" Akane smiled fondly at the baby in her arms then sat him on her lap. "When he isn't keeping us up all night he's just a quiet little gentleman," Akane said. She didn't sound as though she had a problem with anything she said.

Saya chuckled. "Sounds like you have your handful."

"I do... but I don't mind it."

They both looked at Kazuki sitting quietly in Akane's lap, a comfortable silence as they watched the baby. Akane noticed the way Saya was looking at him, then grinned.

"Do you want to hold him?" she asked curiously. Saya jolted back and looked at her flustered. Even if that is what she wanted, she couldn't just... Well she could, and soon enough Soushi would be born, and she would have no choice but to hold a baby.

Nervously, Saya reached her hands out and nodded her head. Akane handed Kazuki over to her, and Saya carefully held the small child in her arms. She was surprised that Kazuki didn't cry from being separated from his mother.

"He's so warm..." Saya mumbled. She held Kazuki close, she also slightly chuckled thinking about the joke she made earlier, once having a closer look. Kazuki then reached for Saya’s hair, which he immediately started to pull the moment he grabbed ahold of it. Saya yelped. "H-Hey, stop it..."

Akane laughed at Saya’s predicament. "He's not gonna stop until he gets bored." Saya pouted at Akane. She did this on purpose! "That boy loves pulling on hair more than anything. He was just doing it to me for an hour before you came!"

"You set me up!"

Akane continued to laugh at her as if her baby pulling Saya’s hair was one of the funniest things she's ever seen. Saya sighed in defeat, then looked at Kazuki who was smiling while pulling on her hair enthusiastically.

Adorable, the pain aside, Akane thought the baby's interest in her hair was awfully cute. She wondered if Soushi would do the same to her when he was born? She hoped not. If he did she would have to start putting her hair in a ponytail.

"Babies are awfully cute aren't they?"

Akane nodded her head in agreement. "Especially when they are distracted and not pooping and crying," Akane replied, causing a snort from Saya.

"...I can't wait until Soushi is born," Saya mused.

"Yeah... Then we can make a little ring and make them fight!"

"Akane no."

“Yeah! There could be a crowd of toys and everything!”

“That's dumb…”

Saya was sure even if they did make a little play fight ring Kazuki would probably win considering he has Akane's genes. Not that she was going to support it or anything.

A distinct stink made it to Saya's nose, and she looked down at Kazuki suspiciously. Did he just...? Saya managed to get Kazuki's hand out of her hair, then held him towards Akane, after which the child started crying.

"Sure you don't want to get an early trial on diaper changing!"

"Nope!"

***

The first time Akane saw Soushi she couldn't stop herself from saying, "Oh thank goodness." Saya looked at her curiously, wondering what she was so relieved about.

"What?"

"He looks nothing like his father."

"Hey!"

Akane chuckled at her reaction. "Come now you know that's a good thing."

Saya opened her mouth to object, then paused and closed it and looked down at her baby. "You may have a point..." Saya brought Soushi up to her chest and soothed her hand on his back.

Akane sat beside Saya on her bed with Kazuki in her arms then placed him on Saya's lap. "Let's trade," Akane said, as she reached for Soushi. Saya stared at Akane, then Kazuki on her lap.

"He's going to pull my hair..." Saya mumbled, reluctant to temporarily trade Soushi for Kazuki.

"He only does it out of love."

Despite her protest, Saya allowed Akane to take Soushi, then picked Kazuki up off of her lap. He unsurprisingly immediately started to reach for her hair. Saya pouted at him. She really hoped this boy grew out of this soon.

“No, you can pull Soushi’s when it grows!” Saya whined, keeping Kazuki at a distance so that he couldn't reach her hair.

Akane giggled and cradled Soushi in her arms. “Ah! Your mommy is selling you out to save herself, can you believe that?” Akane brought her finger towards Soushi and allowed him to grab it. “This is why you should keep your hair back okay?”

Saya was going to retort, however Kazuki started crying, clearly fed up with not being able to get ahold of her hair. Saya brought him close to try to stop him from crying, but Kazuki took that as his opportunity to yank a handful of hair. “You mischievous boy!”

“He's only doing it out of love,” Akane said, repeating her words from the other time he pulled her hair. Akane smiled at Saya and hugged Soushi sweetly. “Your such a sweet boy~ Want to come home with me?”

Saya looked at her with a pout. “Stop trying to take my son.”

“Aw but Kazuki likes you so much…”

“In a sadistic way!”

Akane chuckled lightly, she would have to get Chizuru and Yoko over so they could have one big play date. She's sure Kazuki would have a ball with Chizuru’s hair.

[ayuuka]

My babies are getting married *3* Aeria (c) @isumiilde Lukas (c) me

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Mereka bertemu pertama kali di sisi danau saat Lukas sedang membaca sendirian, tanpa sengaja mengambil tempat favorit seorang gadis dan berakhir berbicara sedikit dengannya.

Kali kedua, mereka berpapasan di sisi jendela kastil Hogwarts saat salju sedang menutupi permukaan tanah dan pohon, dan mereka bicara soal buku dan Pangeran Kecil dan Tempat Kenangan. Lukas ingat bagaimana gadis itu menggambarkan kastil Hogwarts di buku sketsanya dan menyerahkannya pada Lukas. Hingga hari ini, sketsa itu masih tersimpan dalam laci kamarnya, sudah begitu lusuh karena sering sekali ia pandangi.

Kemudian entah kenapa mereka mulai sering untuk berbicara. Tak banyak orang yang tahan pada sifat pendiam Lukas, tapi gadis ini sabar, dan malah bisa membuatnya bicara banyak. Lukas ingat, masa itu adalah masa terparah dalam hidupnya karena baru berpisah dengan dua orang yang paling berarti baginya saat itu.

Entah kapan mereka mulai dekat? Semua terjadi begitu saja. Begitu banyak yang terjadi, seperti bagaimana ternyata salah satu anggota keluarga gadis ini adalah seseorang yang dulu pernah memergokinya mencuri dan berkat itu pula, tak mudah untuk mendapat pengakuan dari wali gadis ini--ya, yang berambut pirang dan seringkali berwajah cemberut bila bertemu dengan Lukas.

Banyak sekali yang terjadi, bagaimana Lukas Derzhavin menjadi Lukas Siegel, dan kembali menjadi Lukas Derzhavin. Bagaimana ia membutuhkan waktu untuk bisa kembali bersama dua orang yang pernah menjadi seluruh dunianya, bagaimana kemudian ia memutuskan untuk mencoba lebih mandiri. Menyewa kamar kecil, menabung untuk akhirnya membuka toko buku kecil yang kini menjadi tempat tinggalnya.

Banyak, banyak sekali yang terjadi.

Ia dulu takut dengan masa depan. Takut dengan apa yang bisa ia lakukan sebagai seorang bocah lelaki yang tak bisa apa-apa dan sendirian. Tapi itu dulu.

Lukas tersenyum mengingat semuanya. Hal yang baik, hal yang buruk, yang menyenangkan dan yang menakutkan. Ia tak tahu masa depan bagaimana yang mungkin menyambutnya, atau apakah ia mampu membahagiakan gadis ini?

Aeria.

Aeria-nya, yang kini bersanding di sisinya sambil menggenggam tangannya, dan dengan senyum yang sama dengan yang kini terlengkung pada bibir Lukas, ia mendengar gadis itu berucap, "Saya bersedia."

Aeria, Aeria-nya.

Lukas tidak tahu apa yang terjadi dengan masa depan. Takut, sedikit. Tapi yang Lukas ketahui, ia tak akan menjalani semuanya sendirian.

[ryukoishida]

Arslan Senki Fic: In which Daryun and Narsus have a moment on the eve of battle.

Prompt: Stolen kisses in the midst of war; Daryun/Narsus 

A/N: It’s hard to find time to kiss during a war… haha. There’s no specific timeline since I’m too lazy to check right now, but you can view this as post-season-one. I apologize.

- 

“Daryun, a word please.”

 A gesture of his elegant fingers that signifies the dark-haired man to follow him, before he disappears behind the rows of wooden provision carts parked neatly a few feet away from the tents.

 “Make sure your men are familiar with the latest changes before we start out tomorrow morning,” Daryun reminds his group of team captains once more before he excuses himself from the knights, all of who give him a solid salute before they scatter away to talk among themselves.

The sun has just climbed up the horizon, washing the crisp, blue dawn sky with a hint of blushing crimson and soft orange, but Daryun and his men have been up since two hours ago as they discuss various plans to take down the Turan troops that have began surrounding Peshawar two days ago.

 They were mid-way on their journey to liberate Ecbatana and its citizens from the Lusitanians when they received news that their northern neighbor country Turan has laid siege to the stronghold of Peshawar, and this has forced Arslan and his followers to turn back and push northward in order to defend their sole fortress.

 Early summer lends mornings and evenings with relatively cool temperatures and soothing breezes, which makes travelling during those hours much more tolerant than during the afternoons when the brutal sun beats down on foot soldiers burdened with heavy armor and weapons.

 Small groups of soldiers have begun to squabble with complaints, and the only reason why no major conflicts have broken out yet is because of the unyielding presence of the Marzbans, and the genuine trust and respect they have for Prince Arslan’s leadership.

 Their first priority currently is to provide assistance for their brethren within the fortress of Peshawar, and for that to succeed, their troops will be heavily relying on Narsus’ meticulous tactics and organization, as well as the coordination between the people who lead and those who follow.

 Regardless, at the eve of a prominent battle, everyone is restless – some chases it by engaging in physical labour, and they look for sparring partners during the little free time they have, and others merely carry on as best as they can, making jokes with comrades while secretly praying they’ll live to see another day.

 Daryun, however, doesn’t have the leisure to do any of those things – even if, like most warriors yearning for a good fight, his hands are itching to hold a sword and the nerves within his body are wired and trembling with electricity – mostly because he’s too busy attempting to ensure that the plan will go smoothly. Preparation and management of a large number of troops can be an exhausting task, but it’s something that Daryun, as one of the Marzbans who lead thousands of soldiers into battle, the weight of their lives a solid reassurance and a consistent reminder, must do.

 “What is it, Narsus?” Daryun starts as he rounds the corner, eyes wincing slightly as the glare of the eastern sunlight temporarily makes his vision go white. “I still need to talk to Kishward-dono about tomorrow, so I really don’t have the time to –– oi!”

 It usually takes a lot of strength and stealth to jostle the dark-haired knight, and not many people have succeeded thus far, but whenever Narsus is in the vicinity, the vigilant iron-wall of his defense softens a little, as if his body can recognize the man’s presence and trust that he’ll never cause him harm.

 A flash of mischievous violet before he gets pushed against the body of the cart, rusted nails digging painfully into his back through the thin layer of his shirt, but all discomfort is forgotten when he feels a warm hand cradling his jaw almost possessively, thumb tracing the strong, angular line that meets the curve of his ear before Narsus settles his palm on the nape of Daryun’s neck.

 “N-Narsus, what in the world –– ?”

 Bright topaz eyes blink rapidly against the glaring sunlight, and when he looks down with a perturbed frown, Narsus glances back up at him with a crooked grin, the stray locks of pale blond hair that flow over his shoulder shimmering a delicate gold as he places a finger over his mouth.

 The dimly discordant clanking of armor and footsteps notify them that there are people nearby, but it doesn’t stop Narsus from hovering even closer, their chests flushed taut against each other – heartbeat against heartbeat – and Daryun feels his cheeks grow warm though his arms are already encircling the other man’s waist.

 It’s a habit – a prayer that always brings him back from the bloody perils of a battlefield.

 “You don’t want the others to hear us, right?” Narsus murmurs, warm breaths fanning over the sensitive skin directly below Daryun’s ear.

 “What do you think you’re doing?”

 His words are contradicting his actions, as he tightens his arms around the slighter man’s frame, blood thrumming through his body from their proximity, a gentle hum that spreads a trail of warmth, surging outwards and teeming beneath his skin. It’s intoxicating, and it’s a sensation that Daryun is unwilling to give up.  

 He should push him away right now and maybe even reprimand him just a little; he really should… but Daryun has always been weak against Narsus’ onslaught that usually occur whenever Daryun least expects it. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that they’ve been friends for so many years, or the way Narsus can capture and encage his heart with the smallest, most insignificant gestures – a genuine smile, a mildly crude joke – that he can never turn him down in moments like these.

 “This,” Narsus replies easily, and he pulls Daryun down so they can meet, lips touching – soft and careful.

 It isn’t long before the chaste kiss turns into something more urgent, the risk of being caught fueling them further: mouths parting in quiet gasps as Daryun nips at his lower lip, tearing a muffled moan from the other man as his fingers drag against the rough, sun-kissed skin of the Black Knight’s neck, leaving a trail of blooming red behind. Daryun shifts his hand to the small of Narsus’ back, drawing him impossibly close so that they’re sharing heat, and his other hand settles on the tactician’s cheek, fingers caressing the skin there with silent reverence, under the shadowed depression beneath his eye, along his delicate cheekbone.

 The noises around them fade from their consciousness, the uncertainties and chaos of an oncoming war nothing but a distant blur for the brief moment as they allow themselves to dwell in each other’s company, their warm bodies and beating hearts a ceaseless memento for them to return alive.

 “Daryun-dono!”

 They break away from each other with a start, and Narsus takes a few steps back, breathing in deep, but the corner of his mouth is still curved upwards as he sends his best friend a knowing glance. Daryun merely turns his head away, but the flush on the tips of his ears is unmistakable.  

 “Ah, Narsus-dono,” Kishward nods his greeting with a jovial grin, and Narsus returns the salutation without missing a beat. “What say we finalize our plans for tomorrow’s campaign over some breakfast?”

 “Sounds good,” Narsus replies. The two men fall into steps behind Kishward as they make their way back to the center of the campsite.

 Narsus reaches for Daryun’s hand then, loosely lacing their fingers together, and the knight is beginning to give him a warning glare, but Narsus only grins impishly at him, mouthing, “Let’s continue this afterwards.”

 And he lets go.

[siegtiddy]

isumiilde replied to your post “mark-iv replied to your post “mark-iv replied to your post “holy...”

my birthday was feb 13th and fafner gave me Yumiko's death I hope it's not gonna be as bad for you sobs

oh man that sucks. you have my condolences.

let’s see.. ep 21(8) is on 11/20, my bday is the following day...*crosses fingers and hopes something wonderful happens*

[ayuuka]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, isumiilde!

I tried to draw MakoRin but kinda phail at Makoto's hair.

Also, I miss youuuu ;3;

[yumechikara]

Trying to read Mahou Tsukai no Yome. I just read it up until chapter three, and I really love it! Definitely recommended. The fantasy genre makes me want to recommend it to mikanseinomono and a touch of slice-of-life makes me think isumiilde might love it! And of course, I also recommend it to other people! (I think ayuuka might want to check this one too!) If you like fantasy with warm atmosphere, really nice art (I really love the art!), and a bit mystery, maybe you want to check this one.

[ayuuka]

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iya maksud gue mati ketawa /ye/ SOALNYA GUE SELALU KETAWA TIAP INGET KALO SEIYUUNYA KOUJAACK ITU SEIYUUNYA KIKUMARU WHY WORLD emang koujack itu bagusnya cuma pas lagi malu2in sih. =)) Ayy, Sei /tos

OH =)) NJIRR SAMA KAYA HISOKA-NYA HXH1999 DONG [facepalm] okeh gue beneran ketawa sekarang

dan iya Seiiii <3 aduh Sei itu ;w; banget Isu /goentjang/ btw kangeen. Kalo doujinnya da sampe ketemuan aja yuk, sekalian temu kangen /eah

[ayuuka]

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gw ya sebenernya punya sesuatu yg bakal bikin lo makin ngetawain KOUJAACKK tapi jangan deh kasian ntar lo mati /dibuang

HAHAHA gapapa sini kasih aja, gue ga ngepens sama bang Kojak kok. Justru demen buat diketawain *dibuang fansnya* Justru paling demen Koujaku kalo lagi embarrasing moment, kalo lagi cool2 ganteng ga gitu demen /heh/