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sprinkle a little sugar

canon: doki doki precure characters: aguri madoka, regina summary: Aguri attempts to make cupcakes, Regina helps- sort of.

"What are you doing?"

Groaning inwardly, Aguri's eyes darted upwards, fixing on Regina. It didn't come as much of a surprise to see her here, seeing as she was using the kitchen of the old meeting place, which Regina and her father had since taken up as their residence on Earth. But she'd been under the impression that both Regina and her father would be out for the day.

Looked like she'd been wrong.

Mana had offered to let her use the kitchen at her parent's restaurant, but she had turned her down, not wanting to trouble anyone. Her own house was out- if the finished product turned out good, she wanted to surprise her grandmother with them, and she couldn't exactly do that if she was making them in their own kitchen.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Aguri asked, knowing that her tone was a bit more curt than it should be. They were technically sisters, so maybe she should try to be a little bit nicer to her, but just because she had been told that, it wasn't like it turned their entire relationship on it's head.

It wasn't so long ago that Regina was still the enemy.

As far as she could see, her behavior hadn't changed much. She might be putting a little more effort into it than say, Ira, but given what a lackluster effort the former Selfish was making, that wasn't saying much.

"Making a mess, mostly." Regina remarked, arching a brow.

Sighing, Aguri pointed to the cupcake tray. "I'm baking."

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Southberry, "peppermint"

(Eehehehehe I finally got around to this one, I hope you’re still there anon, and that you enjoy it!)

PeppermintContinuity: Fresh PrecureCharacters: Soular, Miki AonoSummary: All’s fair in love and sweets.“Ah, no fair, Soular.” Miki heaved a sigh, her violet blue eyes sending a somewhat sharp look his way. One hand was placed on the delicate glass candy bowl that sat on the living room table in her home, which was now currently empty. “Those were the special peppermint candies I got from the photographer on my last shoot. I was looking forward to enjoying the last one.”

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Valentine's Day Chocolate

Eheheheh, I actually thought of this awhile back, but I wanted to save it for Valentine's Day, since I thought it was pretty fitting. Please enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Continuity: Doki Doki Precure Characters: Ira, Raquel, Rikka Hishikawa Summary: Well, sometimes it's just the effort that matters... even if that effort involves blowing a hole in the kitchen wall. "Exactly how did it turn out like this?" The two boys exchanged uncertain looks with each other, before looking back down at the tray in front of them. The recipe had said that it was super simple to make- and yet, here they were, staring a burnt lumps of a thing that was probably chocolate. It gave off a strange odor, and it wasn't hard to tell that the thing they'd whipped up was completely inedible. "It's your fault!" Raquel shot a look at Ira, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The transformed fairy heaved a sigh, shaking his head. "Normally my cooking isn't this bad! It definitely has to be your fault, Ira!" "Why does it have to my fault!?" Ira protested, glowering down at the younger boy. "If your cooking's so good, shouldn't have that made up for my lack of skills?!"

"Ira! Raquel!" She called out again, wandering into the living room and heading towards the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks a little as she came in, her blue eyes going wide as she first caught sight of the appealing mess that was the kitchen- and the fact that there was now a hole in the kitchen wall. "What happened here?" She asked out loud, eyes assessing the damage to the kitchen. Was that chocolate on the ceiling? How did it even get up there? Nevermind that- there was a hole in the wall! Stepping into the kitchen properly, she paused, hearing the sound of steady breathing. Somehow in spite of the mess, she felt her shoulders relax, a tender smile appearing on her face. Ira had collapsed on the kitchen table, head resting on his folded arms, fast asleep and drooling slightly, his bat wings folded back in slumber. Raquel, having returned to his fairy state, was sleeping against one of his arms, resting just as peacefully. In spite of all the noise she had made, neither of them really stirred- they must have been very tired. One look at the chocolate that still was splattered over Ira, and Raquel's abandoned frog apron and bandana, and she had a feeling about exactly what had happened here- if not exactly how it had apparently spun so out of control. "Honestly, you two don't have to do something like that for me." Rikka whispered, fondness clear in her voice. Sitting on the table in front of them was a rather sloppily made chocolate cake- it appeared to be more than a little burnt, yet was still crumbling in various places. Two bites had been taken out of it, as if the two boys had personally checked themselves that it was safe to eat. Quietly, so as not to disturb them, Rikka pulled out one of the chairs, taking a seat on it. Brushing aside a stray hair, she took one of their spoons, digging into the cake and taking a bite. She winced a little as she did- it was so bitter!- but for some reason, she still felt herself smiling contently anyways. She always got a lot of chocolates on Valentine's Day- but for some reason, this one made her the happiest of all.

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First Encounter

I wanted to try and write a oneshot to sort of help establish Ira and Rikka for the roleswap AU that I'm working on a little, and this is what came out, ehehe. It's definitely canon for Selfish Heart, and I had fun writing it, ehehehe.

First Encounter Continuity: Doki Doki Precure, roleswap AU Characters: Ira, Rikka Summary: It was an unexpected meeting in every meaning of the phrase- and as such, it seemed to produce an unexpected result. She was probably the last person he expected to run into. After all, who would expect that you would meet one of your best friends' mortal enemies in a bookstore? Probably not anyone. But there she was, standing at the counter and apparently properly paying for her stack of books. She blinked a little when he came in and turned her deep blue eyes towards him- and after a moment, she seemed to recognize him. He was the boy that was always hanging around the Precure, wasn't he? She couldn't really recall his name- but well, it wasn't like it mattered anyways. "Oh." She said, and right away there was something in her tone that really pissed him off. "I didn't think you were the type to do much reading. But someone like you is probably just here for the manga." "And what's the problem with that?" Ira asked, folding his arms in front of the chest, sending her his most fearsome golden-eyed glower. "What are you doing here anyways? Shouldn't you be out wreaking havoc or something?"

"...you... do you want it?" He asked after a moment, glancing away from her a bit. "Eh?" Rikka blinked a little, looking at him in almost surprise. "I was planning to take it from you in the first place... but you're actually offering it to me? For free?" "Don't just take things from people!" Ira shouted, before heaving a sigh. "Sure. If you like it that much, you can have it." He told her, unhooking it from his bag, and removing his keys from the ring. "Here." He said, holding it out to her. The Selfish girl quickly took it from him, holding it excitedly in her free hand. Her blue eyes shone a bit like diamonds, and she clasped her hand around the keychain, a bright smile on her face- a completely different expression from what she usually wore. And then she said it. With that bright smile on her face, and those brightly shining eyes. "Thank you!" Ira could almost feel his cheeks changing color, and it was all he could do to look at the floor so she wouldn't see it. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest a little, filling him up with a somewhat unfamiliar sensation. Crap- he might have to rescind his earlier comment. She might be really cute after all.

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I did it. I wrote the thing I wanted to write. And it's cute. Send help SOS abort mission

Donuts Continuity: Fresh Precure, Doki Doki Precure Characters: Westar, Ira (with background Rikka and Raquel) Summary: They were a deadly force to all villains apparently- in the best way possible.

It had been three minutes, and Ira was already wondering what he had done to deserve this. Well sure, he had tried to turn everyone in the world into a Selfishness alongside King Selfishness... but did this really call for this kind of punishment? The trouble had all started, now that he thought about it, when Rikka and her friends had met with other Precure- specifically a group of Precure from some place called Clover Town. He probably should have taken the look on Rikka's face (and especially Raquel's) as a warning of what was to come when she declared suddenly that the three of them were taking a trip together. She had been humming happily to herself as she packed up, and kept her happy smile plastered on her face even while she was lecturing him on his own lazy packing skills. Ira probably should have run. Then again, from the look on this guys face, even if Ira had run away, he probably would have come looking for him anyways. "So you're Ira, huh?" He asked, promptly placing a large hand on his head, mussing with his hair in spite of the (much, much) shorter boy's loud protests and attempts to swat his hand away. "You're exactly like what Rikka told me you would be! I'm so excited to meet you! I hear you and I have been through some similar experiences!" Three minutes in was when the bear hug happened. Ira probably would have gone for getting hit by lightning again.

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Rikka/Ira, babysitting AU

Somehow Rikka got the feeling that this babysitting gig would be rather unpleasant from the moment she walked in the door. It was the look on the face of the child she was supposed to look after that did it.“Why do I have to be looked after by you?” The young boy, who had bright blue hair, glowered at her, seeming to unleash all of his frustrations about the world towards her. “I’m already twelve! I’m not a kid anymore, I don’t need to be looked after! It’s not like I’m some stupid baby.”“Well, your parents are probably just concerned.” Rikka said lightly, for now trying to smooth the situation over. For a twelve year, he was kind of on the small side- and according to his parents, Ira had a habit of getting into trouble and starting fights. In addition, it seemed like he didn’t really have any friends, in his class or otherwise. Well, given that, it was only natural that they would be worried about him. She couldn’t blame them, even if she did think that hiring a babysitter at twelve years old was a bit too much.

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will a two-word phrase do? Westsuna, "Christmas lights"

A REALLY OVERDUE SEASONAL REQUEST, but I can roll with it.

Christmas Lights

“Eh, can’t we keep them up a little longer?”Honestly at this point, Setsuna wasn’t entirely sure who it was that was speaking- her boyfriend, or one of the kids. They sure were all looking at her with the same pleading eyes, at any rate.It had been Love’s idea to introduce the damn things to Labyrinth in the first place, and while they were pretty at first, and she had enjoyed them a lot, having them still up pushing into the middle of January was ridiculous!She should have known the Christmas lights would be nothing but trouble.

“No means no.” Setsuna heaved a sigh, putting her hands on her hips. “Even on Earth, they would have removed them all already. You can’t keep them up forever.”“But they’re pretty!” One of the kids chimed. “Mom already took down the ones on our house weeks ago! It’s boring without them!”“Yeah! Dad said we weren’t going to put them up at all, and your house has the best light display!” Another one of the kids quickly added.“See, Setsuna? They all love it!” Westar said, giving her what honestly were bigger puppy dog eyes than the ones on the kids. “We can’t disappoint them, right! You know, children are our future and all that!”“Even so, it’s not the Christmas season anymore. Not anywhere close. We can always put them up again next Christmas.” Setsuna told him, frowning a little. “It’s good that the neighborhood kids enjoy it, but you shouldn’t spoil them so much, Westar. Besides, if we keep the lights out forever, they’ll burn out.”“We can just buy some new ones next year!” Westar grinned.“No.” Setsuna insisted again. “My decision is final. I’ve already put up with them long enough, you’re taking them down today.”“Boo.” He pouted, his shoulders slumping. Finally he heaved a sigh, looking down at the gathered kids, reaching out to pat the two closest ones on the head. “It’s as the lady says. If she insists, I have to take them down. Sorry.”Naturally, there were moans and groans, and the assorted protest here and there. But eventually, Westar managed to send them on their way, promising that they could come over to play some other time.“You sure are popular with the kids.” Setsuna noted, watching the last of them linger a bit, staring at the red and green lights. “Well, you were always a strange, even when we were all working for Lord Moebius. You never really fit in all that well.”“Well, I can’t deny that.” Westar chuckled to himself. “Do you remember where we put the ladder?” He asked her, frowning a little.“I think it’s in the laundry room.” Setsuna told him, looking up at the lights again herself, smiling a little. Red and green glowing orbs adorned their house, which looked entirely out of place compared to the cold, gray architecture that was still most of Labyrinth. It was a slow transition away from Moebius’ control, and even though they weren’t pretty, the buildings of Labyrinth were undeniably well made. Tearing them all down and replacing them probably would have given rise to protests, so they had settled for starting slow- introducing some of the warmer and more personal buildings that they had seen on Earth.Like their home. At first it had just been Setsuna living here. Westar had only moved in a little before Christmas- somehow or other he had managed to set his own apartment on fire, and while most of the units were okay, his was completely damaged by smoke and water alike, leaving him homeless. Naturally in his time of need, she had extended a hand to him, and they had begun living together.After all, they had been dating for a few months before that, so it wasn’t strange of them to do that, right? Love and others said things like that happened all the time on Earth.Well, it was true that living with Westar was a lot more fun than living by herself, no matter how warm and inviting the exterior of her own home was.“Setsuna? You okay?” Westar glanced over towards her, and she leapt back, realizing that she had spaced out enough to let the taller man get very close to her. He was practically nose to nose with her- as usual, he had no sense of personal space!“Ah, it’s nothing.” She shook her head quickly. “I was just thinking that they’re still pretty after all, that’s all.”“So, can we keep them?” Westar asked quickly, practically sparkling.“No.” Setsuna said sharply, giving him a cross look- before it softened into a smile. “But I’m looking forward to having them again, Westar.”“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “Me too.”

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Westsuna, Bakery AU

“He’s here again~.” Her friend’s whispered tone was quite familiar to her by now, and Setsuna felt blood rush to her cheeks as Love nudged her lightly in the ribs. “Setsuna’s biggest fan~.”