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after about 2-3 months of planning and writing, HERE'S THE FIRST KUZURYUUMA FIC OF AO3 IN HONOR OF MY FRIEND'S B-DAY, @chabashiron

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE :D

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"Do I... know you?"

| m a s t e r l i s t | m a i n m a s t e r l i s t |

characters: Chishiya Shuntaro, Kuina Hikari

genre: fluff. two trans besties meeting each other and bonding over being trans :D [🌸]

word count: 2.3K

tags: @aceofspadegrass @a-simp-20 @hatterstan-shameblog @yui-kuromori @nettlewillow @chishiya-of-diamonds @kuina-the-queen @jess-emurphy @insecxreasalwqys @eddie-the-freak-munson

notes: alright so, this is the very first time I ever wrote about trans characters. I did my very best, with a lot of research and some help from my friend @yui-kuromori (gotta check their blog out, they're awesome) so, I hope there's no problem in what I wrote here. In other words... enjoy :D

tw// mention of tränsphøbia; manga spoilers; mentions of smøking.

*3 years ago*

Kuina sat in an almost empty room waiting for her doctor to arrive. It was the day she would get her sex reassignment surgery. She was both happy and nervous.

Ever since Kuina left her father's dojo, she didn't hear anything from the family, not even from her mother. But she thought it was better like this. Her father wanted her to be the heir of his dojo, but her mom told her that she can leave if she didn't feel like her place was there. Not to mention her dad was both abusive and tränsphøbic.

Her boss let her have some weeks off to recover after the surgery. She was grateful that her boss and her coworkers were supportive.

She looked around the room until her eyes landed on a person that sat in front of her. That person had its face covered so Kuina couldn't see much of their face, and it looked like they were listening to something since they wore earphones.

Not much time passed, and Kuina just realised she was staring at that person for too long when they had a short eye contact.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to look for too-" that person took their earphones off and walked towards her.

"May I sit here?" Kuina just nodded. The person sat right beside her. She kept looking around the room.

"You're quite nervous to be here, aren't ya?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Just curious. First time here?"

"Erm... nope. I've been here quite a few times. How about you?" Kuina hesitated before asking the question. She got curious of the individual beside her. The person only looks at her then tilts their head back to the paintings around the room.

"I'm completing my med student residency in this hospital. One could say I'm already used to this kind of place. However I'm not here for any lessons today." they said. They took a short glance at Kuina's wrist "And I think you're here for the same reason as me". Kuina looked at her wrist again. The person looked at her bracelet (a trans flag beaded one). She looked at the person immediately, realising what they meant.

"Wait... you too?"

"Yep. Name's Chishiya Shuntaro, and I go by he/they." Chishiya streched out their hand to her. Kuina was silent for a moment, but eventually shook it.

"Kuina Hikari. I go by she/her."

"Nice name. So Kuina... what surgery are you here for?" The latter asks. Kuina remains silent. "You know it's ok if you don't want to answer. I just wanted to ask." "No, it's ok. I'm here for a bottom surgery. I'm a bit nervous about it tho. I've read about the possible complications post-surgery, and I just hope it'll be okay. After all, I've got my implants done a long time ago, and nothing happened. But I don't wanna jinx it." she looks at Chishiya "And you?"

"Me? Well, I'm here for a top surgery. Kinda happy that I won't get to wear binders after it. They get a little painful from time to time, you know?" He looks at Kuina with a cheshire-like smirk plastered on his face, before turning around to look at the paintings of the room once again.

"You really like to look at paintings, don't you?" She asks them. "Well, what can I say, some of them have certain meanings. As a child, there was a painting that incinted my curiosity more than anything. The Mona Lisa." "Mona Lisa?" "Yeah. One theory has been said that Da Vinci painted himself as a woman when he created it. I just couldn't help but sense a bit of comfort when hearing that. After all, everyone wants to be seen for who they are, right?"

"You have a point." She said. "Some people don't see it though... like my father. I think he didn't want to accept that I'm not the son he hoped for anymore. He wanted me to heir the dojo, yet called me weak and 'a failure of a man'. I got sick of my parents arguing whenever I was trying my best, but still failing, to meet my father's expectations. My mother however... she was supportive to say the least. She encouraged me to 'nurture my own happiness', as she would say. After coming out, I eventually left the house, and I've never heard of them ever since." The thought of her mother brought a warm smile on her face.

"Wow... your mother seems like a nice person." "She is." Chishiya hums, with a small yet noticeable smile on their lips. "I bet your parents were supportive when you came out to them." Kuina said, while looking at him. However, that smile Chishiya had before, faded away, as she mentioned his parents. Kuina quickly realised the change in their mood. "Oh... did I say something wrong? I'm really sorry, I-" "No... it's alright. Honestly, it's not that my parents weren't supportive... they just didn't care. And not just about coming out. They didn't care about me at all. No matter how much I strived to be the 'golden child', no matter how many good grades I got in school, they didn't give me one single bit of attention. Especially my father. My parents married each other just to secure their current positions at the hospital." the blond explained.

Kuina was shocked. I mean, she's heard of parents neglecting their kids before, but damn, those two neglected their child HIS ENTIRE LIFE? Now that was beyond the definition of stupidity. Kuina hesitated at first, but she put one hand on Chishiya's shoulder.

"It seems like we both have problems with our dads... ironic, ain't it?" Kuina said, "It kinda is, now that I think about it. Honestly, what were the odds for us to have this much in common?" "I don't know. But I'm glad we have." Kuina smiled, Chishiya following her in the action.

"Well, I guess we understand each other in ways that others don't... I think we'd be great friends." Chishiya looked at her, his smile growing. Kuina laughed, and the hand that was on his shouder was now on the other one "You only think? We'd be great friends!" They both laughed, and so they kept on talking about more stuff, until one doctor entered the room.

"Mx. Chishiya Shuntaro?" the doctor asks. "That would be me." Chishiya sat up from their seat. "The operating room is ready. Hope you are as well." "I sure as hell am ready." Chishiya turned to Kuina. "Hope we'll meet again after the surgeries. I haven't had a conversation like this in ages." Kuina slowly nodded, and Chishiya, along with the doctor, left the room. As silence filled the atmosphere once again, Kuina thought of something.

'Fuck, I forgot to give him my phone number.' She instantly remembered, but then she thought that she could do it when they were both in the post-surgery recovery stage. Spoiler alert: She forgot. Again.

*During the Borderlands*

Kuina ran away from the venue of the game she just completed, ending up at the back of the said venue. And to be honest, that 8♧ was one hell of a first game. She sat in there, holding her hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath. Good thing she stopped smoking after reuniting with her mother, otherwise she could've been dead.

"You were pretty good, given all the things that happened in there." She turned to see another survivor of that game. "Yeah, you weren't so bad either." That person took off their hood, revealing long white locks falling to their shoulders. Kuina squinted her eyes a little. Something about that person seemed familiar to her. Was it the mole under their left eye? The eyes? Perhaps the smirk they had plastered on their face, that looked almost like the one the Cheshire Cat had everytime in the movie she saw when she was little.

"Excuse me." "Hm?" the person stopped in their tracks and turned their head in her direction. "Is your name perhaps... Chishiya Shuntaro?" their face became just as white as their hair for a mere second. "How... did you find it out?" the latter asked. She smiled genuinely. "Damn... you really changed your looks since we last saw each other." Chishiya sat in silence for a couple of seconds, before replying to her. "So did you, Kuina." "Indeed. But, if you don't mind me asking, what is this place?" Kuina changed the subject.

"I guess you're a newcomer." "Newcomer? How long you've been here?" "About 2 weeks or so." "Okay but... what the fuck was that thing we've been going through? Cuz I sure as hell wouldn't call it a 'game'." "Well, that hell you and I had just been through was one of the games of the Borderlands." "Borderlands?" "Yep. Basically, in here, you're forced to play some games in order to survive. And you're given a visa with days to stay in here. Expiration of visa leads to death by laser, and as I mentioned earlier, you play games and if you win you receive more days on your visa. If you lose the game however... then it's Game Over for you." "And by 'Game Over', you mean..." "You saw those people too, didn't you?" He reffered to some of the players that died during the game. She sighs before nodding. Seeing someone die in front of your eyes is something really hard to stomach, especially when that's also the first time you see someone die in real life in a horrendous way.

"Good. I have a question for you tho: have you ever heard of 'The Beach'?" Chishiya asked her. By the looks on their face and the tone of their voice, he seemed a bit excited about this. "The Beach? Who hasn't been to a beach before?" Kuina thought Chishiya was delusional. I mean sure, the idea of a beach sounds good: swimming in the ocean, laying down to relax and any other stuff people do at a normal beach, but why would they think of a beach when they're literally in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. Well, she let him be. After all, she could only guess they were in a state of delusion.

"Oh no, not any beach. The Beach. Apparently, they're an organization that gathers lots of players together in order to collect all these cards." He pauses, before showing her the little deck of cards he collected so far. "And by the informations I gathered so far, they seem to know something about what this place is." Chishiya looks away, and points to a hotel that still had its lights on, in the middle of a fucking lake (or sea). "That's The Beach?" "Yep. I followed some players before, that all had some sort of locker keys around their wrists. Boy, they were fast though. Luckily, I managed to follow their route from a high building with the help of some high quality binoculars." "That sounds good. And what exactly are you planning?" She asks them. "I plan to infiltrate in there tomorrow, and steal all the cards they collected, when the time is right. Rumor has it that once the whole deck is completed, you can return to the original world. And I want to see if it's true or not." "Sounds cool. I think I'll join you as well." Kuina told them. "Sure. I mean, you're pretty skilled, so I think that the games should be no problem for you. And you can be a good helping hand so, I don't see where would the problem be." "Cool." "Okay, now that we're settled, let's go and get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day." Chishiya walked away, and Kuina followed him. "Wait, where are you going?" "Somewhere to rest. A.K.A., my apartment. You can follow me if you want to. I think I have an extra mattress you can sleep on." "Alright." and so, the two walked around the streets of the ghost city Tokyo has now become, until reaching Chishiya's apartment.

*After the Borderlands*

It has been two weeks since the comet crash happened. Chishiya was sitting in a hospital bed and looking at the ceiling, a lot of thoughts running on his mind. Like 'How come my heartbeat came back after regaining consciousness that day?', 'How did I end up here anyways? I remember I was just sleeping and suddenly I ended up at the hospital?', etc. He held one hand on his abdominal zone, where, according to doctors, he got injured. They got injured in the left shoulder as well, but it didn't hurt as much as the aforementoned zone did. He decided to take a little walk outside the hospital courtyard. He got a little fed up with their roommate's coughing anyways. Walking down the halls, they met some nurses, and reassured them that he can go for a walk on their own. Once he got outside, he saw a lot of people chatting. They were all talking about how lucky they were that they survived, and doing other activities. Seeing them happy, somehow made Chishiya realise that maybe life has its good things as well. Ever since the incident happened, they were thinking about how they wasted all their life by trying to get even the slightest bit of attention from their parents. Especially from his father, who always sat down watching on his monitor, surrounded by piles of books. 'I guess this is a new start, Shuntaro.' he said to themselves. When he was about to go back, their eyes landed on two persons: an old lady, sitting on a wheelchair, and a younger woman behind her, presumably her daughter. The young one had her hair in long, numerous braids, and had a bandaged arm. Chishiya saw them coming toward his direction. And when they were in front of each other, the younger woman stopped. The older lady was confused, but then she looked towards Chishiya, who was looking at Kuina. Chishiya felt like there was something familiar about her. So, they decided to break the silence.

"Do I... know you?"

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hi. i'm not dead. i also made this

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Commission for @ayumichan46 Word Count: 1,497 Rating: M Summary: Make-up sex at Thirsties. 

“It wasn't on purpose.” He assured her, wiping down the glasses. Sheila pursed her lips, angrily glaring at the table she was cleaning. Two sprays of disinfectant before she wiped it down and moved to the next one. Every so often her hand would slip off the table or she'd miss entirely and the more she did, the angrier she got. The angrier she got, the more mistakes she clumsily made.   Sheila was so good at navigating around the bar, Ipos hadn't even thought about it when he'd let go of the crook of her elbow. It had only been for a second, anyway. She'd slammed straight into the support beam and stood back, surprised. The sound reverberated through the bar and the people around them paused to see if she was okay. There was a full minute of heavy silence before, almost comically, her nose erupted with blood. It was like a morbid Benny Hill sketch. “I'm sorry I laughed at you.” He tried again. “I didn't mean to- I wasn't thinking.” “It was humiliating, Ipos!” she yelled, and threw the rag down on the table. Slowly, it slid off the edge and too the floor, and when she reached for it and found that it was no longer there, she stamped her foot. “Fuck it! This is stupid. I've had enough.” He jumped the bar and caught her by the wrists before she'd even made it half way to the door. “I said I was sorry, Sheila.” “I get it! I'm blind, it's so hilarious, isn't it!” she struggled against his hold. “You're not supposed to laugh at me! I don't care when the others do it but I hate it when you do!” She stopped struggling when he pulled her into a hug, and instead just stood there, absolutely glowering. “I know. I'm the worst.” “You are! You're the worst.” “You know it doesn't mean anything to me, Sheila. I know you're just as-” She shoved him, but his bulk barely moved. “Oh, cram it! Don't patronise me.” Ipod slid his hold down to her hands instead, giving them what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. “I wouldn't fuck around with you, you know? If you weren't capable, you wouldn't be working here. You're not getting paid to stand around and look nice--” “Wait, I get paid?” “--it's because I know half the shit I can do, you can do better.” Although she was clearly comforted by his words, she was still glaring at the empty blackness in front of her. “Damn right I can.” He put the rag back in her hand. “Now get back to wiping the tables- since, you know, you're better at it than me.” Sheila slapped him across the chest with it, but he just laughed. 

They worked in silence for a bit, but the air wasn't as tense as it'd felt before. Although Sheila was still fighting to keep up her pout, but when she didn't know he was looking, she'd kind of smile to herself. Seeing her smile at nothing was making him smile, and it was so embarrassingly lame, he leaned over a table and slapped her ass to make the whole thing less sappy. She jumped, turning on her heel and glaring in his general direction. “What? It wasn't me.” “You're such an ass!” He grinned, and she was grinning too. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Ipos--” He paused for a moment, but then she took his hand. “You're cleaning up after this.” He laughed, kissing along her neck. She tucked her hair back and tilted her head, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Who says I'm gonna make a mess?” “Oh, please. Can you do anything neatly?” Ipos gripped her thighs and lifted her up onto one of the tables; Sheila made a surprised noise, which only made him laugh harder, so she gripped his cheeks and kisses him, biting harshly at his lip. His laughter broke off into a moan, and he eagerly kissed her back. He slid his hand over the soft curve of her stomach and up to her chest, lifting her shirt up with it. She hadn't bothered with a bra. Gently, he cupped her breast, laying her back on the table. Ipos leaned down, sliding his hands down her thighs as he laid kisses across her stomach. It went on for a while like that, him listening to her quiet, calm breathing. Sheila sat up long enough to pull her shirt up and off, and Ipos took that as his queue to do the same. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she gripped his bicep and kissed him again, letting him ease her mouth open and slide his tongue across her bottom lip. Fumbling a bit, he reached between them and unbuttoned her shorts, and she wiggled her hips a bit to help him slide them down and off.  He hooked her legs over his biceps, kissing the inside of her knee tenderly before arching forward to press his hardness against the thin material of her panties. Sheila and Ipos had always kind of balanced each other out. If there was anything she appreciated about their friendship, it was that what one of them lacked, the other had in abundance. -And while normally his patience helped, since she had, well- none- it was times like that that it drove her insane. She was wet and practically aching for him, but Ipos was content to keep kissing across her ribs, sucking marks into her skin. Every time she opened her mouth to hurry him up, he'd flick his thumb across her clit, which drew the breath out of her lungs and left her speechless. She was sure he knew what he was doing to her, but she still tugged harshly at his hair, trying to force his hot mouth down some more so she could trap him between her legs, desperate for even a bit of release. She wasn't going to beg, no matter how arousing or hilarious he found it. He could jack of into his fist for all she cared. “Please~” She whined, literally seconds after thinking that thought. Fuck. He lifted his head, grinning at her. “I'm sorry, who was it that complained last time I 'skipped' foreplay?” “Okay, that was just sloppy. But you're talking too long!” He smiled, mostly to himself, and gently spread her legs to either side of his hips. She wrapped her legs around him, holding herself in place, and he reached down to unzip his jeans. Ipos slid his fingers through hers, half pinning her hand to the table while he held it so they didn't tip. He got half-way deep with one thrust, and her mouth opened to an 'O' shape. “Oh,” she said. Ipos grinned, slowing drawing out before thrusting back in again, her whole body rocking with the motion. Sheila threw her head back, exposing her neck to him, so he leaned down to kiss and lick down to her collarbone, leaving a rather large hicky as he fucked her. After what had felt like a forever of teasing, she thought the pace was agonisingly perfect. Ipos was a patient man, but he didn't bother going slow once he'd started; she practically wrapped herself around him while he leaned over her, kissing every part of her that he could reach and gripping her side hard enough to leave a bruise to stop her from sliding off the table. This. This was perfect. It was so rare when Ipos dropped everything that made him look cool and calculated and he ended up just losing himself in the ecstasy, thrusting in abandon. She felt his crushing grip tighten a bit, and that little spike of pain- somewhat shamefully- was probably what sent her over the edge. She tried to arch, but he was keeping her pinned there, so she writhed under him as she came. By the time she'd settled down, he'd come too. Although she couldn't see it, she knew he was grinning to himself, and he stood up a bit, leaning over her and pushing his sweaty hair back out of his face. “So.” “Ipos.... You....” She kicked him in the shoulder. “You forgot to put on a condom, you asshole!” “Shit. I knew I was forgetting something.” She winced, and he took her and and helped her sit up. “This feels so gross.” Gently setting her on her feet, Ipos steadied her as she wobbled. “My bad, my bad. Here, you go have a shower, I'll clean up.” Reaching past her, he took a few napkins from a holder and handed them to her before using a few to clean himself up, pulling his jeans up. Sheila held her shirt against her chest while she gathered her bearings before she set off in the direction of one of the back rooms, carefully making her way around the tables.

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"How long has it been?" Mr. MacAllister and Satan (I dunno, meeting Satan again, and Nat's dad is getting on in years, and he visits before Death)

“Stanley!” Mr McAllister said, throwing himself out of his chair excitedly. “I was wondering when you’d come to visit! How long has it been? Gosh, listen to me ramble! Take a seat- I’ll make you a cuppa.”“Thanks, Alex.” Lucifer said, gingerly setting himself down on one side of the rickety coffee table. He looked around while McAllister busied himself in the kitchen- it’d been thirty years, or so, and the house was pretty much the same. He bought out a tray of food and a pot of tea, and poured them both a cup. All the while, he talked. Lucifer grunted or nodded in response, but he doubted he even had to do that.Alex would have kept talking anyway. It was something old people did, he supposed. Talked to themselves like that.“It’s a terrible thing,” he was saying. “for a father to outlive his children.”Stan jerked his gaze away, looking guilty. “….Yeah. I’m sorry about that.”He laughed, all in good nature. “Sorry? For what? It’s not your fault, Stan. We have no control over things like this or that.” He paused. “Age has certainly been treating you well, though.”“Yeah,” Lucifer grinned. “It always has.”     While he and Alex talked, Lucifer had a few of his minions friends, clean up the house a bit, mow the lawns, things like that.“You’re getting on in years.” He pointed out. “But it’s no problem for young kids like them." Alex just laughed, and agreed, like he always did. I swear, Stan, I haven’t lifted a finger since you started visiting me again.He even sat with him and looked through photo albums, listening to stories about his asshole of a son and The Girl, and his dead wife.He tried to pretend he wasn’t exceptionally bored, tried to pretend he didn’t hate every word that came out of Alex’s mouth. All in all, he did a good job.Death was waiting outside when he said goodbye. "Are you done yet?”“For today.” He answered curtly, heading off. Glancing back at the house before following him, Death sighed. “It’s his time, you know. You can’t keep this up forever.”“Just a bit longer.”“Look, as much as I enjoy Lucifer, of all people, owing me a favour, this is getting ridiculous.”He grit his teeth. “Just a bit longer, Death.”Death sighed, stopping in his tracks, but Lucifer kept walking. “You have one week, Lucifer.” He called after him. “Then McAllister dies.”He was gone when Lucifer turned around, so he gave up and kept walking. One more week of listening to stories about Natalie, sitting in her house, remembering her. One more week.Then he could go back to pretending the McAllisters never mattered.

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Umm, "You know, it's okay to cry" Natalie and Satan

Satan was upset. He wasn't mad, though. Natalie had seen him when he was mad. He shook and his face got all scrunched up and it made Natalie feel like she wanted to punch someone. His ‘mad’ was more angry than Natalie had ever been. She was trying to figure out just what emotion he was feeling. She could feel it building in the chest, somehow tight and heavy at the same time, and suddenly she found herself with tears in her eyes.Whatever Satan was feeling, it’d made Natalie cry. He was just staring down at his book, though, his face completely blank. Hastily, Natalie scrubed at her tears, and then scooted closer to him, trying to figure out what the H E Double hockey sticks was going on.He glanced over and moved away a few inches, but she moved with him, staring intently at his face and trying to find some hidden emotion there that she wasn’t seeing. Once they were almost nose-to-nose, Lucifer put his hand over her face and shoved her away.“What are you doing?”“There’s nothing wrong with being sad.” She told him. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”He snorted, turning back to his book. “What’s gotten into you, girl?”“I dunno. The same thing that’s gotten into you, I guess.”   Satan froze, and slowly lowered his book. He glanced back to her, then away again, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable with how aware she was. How much she knew. He didn’t cry. But he sat there for a while, thinking, in silence. It was a start.

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"Come home with me" Ganthea

He bumped into her entirely by accident. He had kept, perhaps, a vague note of the general places that Anthea frequented, but he wasn’t… stalking her. No. It was more that he… missed her. Part of him hoped that maybe if she saw him, she’d miss him too. “I'm sorry-” He said, but quickly cut herself off. “I’m- oh. Excuse me. I’m in a hurry.”“Anthea, I– Anthea wait!!" "Leave me alone, Gabriel.” She said simply, boots stomping through the disgusting puddles on the street. He could do nothing but heed her wishes, naturally, and he stopped at watched her go sadly. Anthea stopped in her tracks, angry with herself for feeling his sadness so deeply, angry with him for dragging it all back into the open again. It was so, so easy just to pass each other on the street and pretend that they’d never met. That made her heart hurt a little bit less. But this… this wasn’t what she’d wanted at all. She turned on her heel and stomped back to him. “You,” She said, poking him in the chest. “have ruined everything. I could have convinced myself that I felt nothing for you, Gabriel. I could have done that.”“I missed you.” He sighed.“Why’d you have to say my name like that?” She whined, pulling him into a kiss. She was hungry and needed to feed, but she couldn’t now that Gabriel had seen her. He knew what she did for a living, and she knew he knew that. But he was the first person she’d met since she fell that didn’t look at her like she was a piece of trash whore. And for some reason, that made being a piece of trash whore so much harder. “Come home with me.” She breathed. She knew what the look on his face meant. He couldn’t. He wanted to, he wanted to so badly, but he couldn’t. So he did it anyway.

Felix was not pleased when he came home.