Drawn for @exquisitewallflower as part of @mhsecretsanta2018. She mentioned neighboring apprenticeship AU, and I imagined up fisherman Haru and florist Makoto, both beloved by the local cats. This was fun! :)
Summary: “Can you hear it, Haru? 100,000 people. They’re all singing to you… Because it’s true.”
Makoto is the vocalist of a famous rock band in Japan. He takes a break from his hectic lifestyle to spend Christmas with his husband, Haruka.
[Read it on AO3]
here’s a cheesy and smutty makoharu fic for @hidemysunshine from @mhsecretsanta2018! they requested bottom Makoto, domestic activity, and celebrating Christmas at home with tea and cuddles. a bit late for the holidays but i hope you guys still enjoy it! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
“woohoo MH secret santa postings have begun! I am santa for Blue! (@ freebananase on tumblr!) I hope you like your gift!
#mhsecretsanta2018 #Free! #MakoHaru”
written for @yoyoplisetsky as part of the @mhsecretsanta2018
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Makoto/Haru
Word Count: 6.8k
Summary: Prince Haru is tired of having to meet with potential suitors he's not interested in. When his mother informs him of the new one she's arranged for him, Haru comes up with a plan to get out of it by saying he's already seeing Makoto. The only problem with that is, they're not actually together.
Cue the two of them having to keep up appearances while Haru realizes he may want this to be real after all.
for @heresmellslikecanon as part of the @mhsecretsanta2018 exchange! I really hope you like this! You requested Arabian AU, and I made a small reference to the Aladdin movie in the beginning to touch on the Disney AU a little bit, and it does contain a Mako with dog ears, but doesn’t really have a lot of focus on it - still I do hope you like it!!
Title: one wish
Rating: G
Summary: In a time undetermined, by an oasis, there lived a djinn named Makoto. He wished only for a friend, a companion - for the unabating loneliness to cease. And of course, one day, his wish was granted.
You hear a cacophony of sounds - voices raised in a particularly intense haggling session, the distant strum of an oud, the scrape of sandals against the ground.
The bustle of the market is almost as overwhelming as the heavy scent in the air - and the ever present dry dusty heat of the desert.
You came for nothing but the sights, your canvas back home awaiting the strokes of your inspiration. Yet, as you walk, you realise you have a destination. The noise grows quiet, the scents settle into something you cannot identify, but dizzies you momentarily with nostalgia.
You stop before a stall you hadn’t noticed, and a man blinks up at you, smiling.
“Salaam, and good evening to you, worthy friend. It seems you have come for a tale.”
In a time undetermined, by an oasis, there lived a djinn named Makoto.
He was unlike the mischievous djinn of the stories people would tell in hushed, frightened whispers.
He was unlike the djinn who shunned the human world, choosing instead to live in the dimensions in between.
He did not wish to bring humans misfortune, nor did he wish to retreat from their realm. He wished only for a friend, a companion - for the unabating loneliness to cease.
And of course, one day, his wish was granted.
On that day, he did not recognize the sound of a camel approaching, though he had been hoping to hear it for far too long. He manifested in the physical world, preparing himself for the disappointment he was sure to face once again.
And so when a blue gaze caught his, he was… lost.
He stepped back, eyes widening as he stared at the human before him.
A human with hair darker than the night sky, and eyes a blue he could think of no comparison to.
Makoto stood, speechless, until the human’s gaze travelled to the ears nestled in his hair, and though his expression did not change, Makoto tensed, hastening to hide them, flattening them against his head.
“Djinn?” the human asked, fixing Makoto with an unreadable look.
“Yes,” Makoto said, hesitating.
“Is this your oasis?”
“Yes?” Makoto said once more, watching the human for any signs of panic, confused when he found none.
“Can I swim in it?”
“I- of course-” and the answer had barely passed his lips before the human was in the water, lips quirked into a smile, eyes sparkling in a way almost inhuman.
Breath caught, Makoto watched the human, their conversation running through his mind, relishing every word, every moment those blue eyes were on him - every moment he was seen.
He laughed quietly, ears relaxing completely now, elated disbelief thrumming under his skin, and he steps forward, making his way to the edge of the oasis. He sits, watching the human swim.
Hours passed before the human appeared to contemplate getting out, and Makoto immediately held out his hand, a smile tugging at his lips. The human blinked slowly at him, and reached out, his own hand closing uncertainly around Makoto’s, and he tilted his head, questioning.
Makoto pulled the human up and out of the water, burning the feeling of the human’s skin against his into his memory.
“My name’s Makoto,” he said, as the human shook water out of his hair.
The human looked at him for only a moment, then turned to the clothes he’d shed before jumping into the oasis.
“I’m Haru.”
“Haru,” Makoto repeated, and he’s sure he’d never be rid of the grin that pulls at his lips, or the happy twitch that tugs at his ears, “Where are you headed?”
“The ocean.”
“O...cean?”
“Yes,” and Haru turns back to him now, eyes sparkling the way they were when he was in the water, “It’s like the desert, but where there should be sand, there is water. It is water farther than you can see, deeper than you can swim-”
“Like your eyes,” Makoto blurted out, and immediately hated himself for it.
But Haru paused, cheeks tinging with red, as he cast his gaze away with a slight smile.
“Maybe.”
Makoto could only stand a few moments of the silence before he asked, “Where is the ocean?”
Haru shook his head.
“I don’t know. I know only stories.”
“Then,” Makoto said, hopefully, “Will you tell me those stories?”
Haru frowned, and Makoto hastened to assure Haru that he didn’t have to, but Haru cut him off with a quiet, “Okay.”
Makoto smiled, happiness coursing through him, ears pressed back in delight.
“Thank you.”
By the crackling of the fire Makoto had watched Haru build, Haru told him the tales of the ocean until his voice grew hoarse, until the sky grew its darkest - until Makoto grew weary from maintaining his physical form.
“Will you stay?” Makoto asked, as Haru’s eyes began to flutter close, “A few days more?”
Haru looked at him, gaze somehow sharp though his eyes were clouded with sleep. He studied Makoto, and Makoto began to grow nervous. Perhaps he had begun to ask for too much?
But Haru only nodded before closing his eyes, nestling into the thick cloth he’d wrapped around himself for warmth.
Makoto let out a sigh of relief, smiling in gratitude as he released his hold on his physical form. Content, Makoto settled in for the night, watching over his new friend.
Days passed, and as each day ended, Makoto would ask-
“Will you stay?”
And each day, Haru would answer with a nod.
“I hear the ocean calling me,” Haru had told Makoto once, voice hushed in the night, “It’s like a song that’s always playing in my head, urging me to find it.”
“Does it bother you?” Makoto asked, concerned.
Bright gaze fixed on the dark sky, Haru murmurs, “It’s quieter when I’m with you.”
And just as days had passed, so did months.
When the stories of the ocean had run out, they’d turned to the tales of Haru’s journey.
Of the places he’d seen, the people he’d met.
(The places he’d moved on from, the people he’d left behind-)
It was a slow, quiet realisation.
Haru’s hand in his, blue eyes turned nearly silver in the sunlight, the quiet laughter as Haru pulled him into the water-
Oh, Makoto had thought, breathless, so this is what love is.
Under the exhilaration of his newfound feelings, Makoto spends his days afraid.
Will Haru leave, if he finds out? If he stays, will he shy away from Makoto’s touch?
(Is he as unafraid of Makoto as he seems? Or will this be more than Haru can endure?)
But when Haru laughs, bright, and clear, reaching out to run a hand through Makoto’s messy hair, fingers catching against Makoto’s ears -
There’s no force in the world that could’ve stopped Makoto from reaching out, from tracing the line of Haru’s lower lip with his thumb, from drawing Haru in.
“Haru,” he pleads, voice hoarse, “Haru-”
And Haru, with the slightest smile on his lips, looks up at Makoto, gaze warm - and leans in closer.
Makoto takes a shaky breath, giddy laughter escaping him before he finally - finally presses their lips together.
Everything goes quiet, still, in the instant their lips touch - almost as if the universe itself had stopped, halting time’s relentless journey, to bear witness to their union.
No story is without its woes, and this one is no exception.
Happy though they were, Makoto began to notice Haru’s sleep grow shorter, more disturbed. He began to see Haru’s eyes grow distant, gaze turned to the horizon, to something Makoto could not see.
The hours Haru used to spend in the water, he now spent pacing, nervous.
His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palm, hard enough to break skin-
Makoto dabbed at the wounds with a wet cloth, both of them silent, Haru’s gaze once more drawn somewhere Makoto could not go.
“Haru,” Makoto finally said, voice thick with tears, “is it the ocean’s call?”
Haru’s hand tensed in Makoto’s grip, then slackened.
“Yes,” he said, tired, defeated, “it’s stronger now. I can’t- I can’t ignore it.”
“Then let me go with you-”
Haru shook his head.
“I can’t.”
Haru turned to him then, and Makoto saw the apology in his gaze.
Still, he asked, “Will you stay?”
Eyes cast down, Haru drew his hand away - and shook his head.
The night is quiet - Makoto and Haru lay together, legs tangled, Makoto’s head pressed against Haru’s shoulder, and Haru’s fingers in Makoto’s hair, brushing against Makoto’s ears.
There are far too many things to say, far too many things Makoto wants to ask for - a guarantee, a promise - but he says nothing, asks for nothing, only tightens his grip around Haru’s waist.
The day Haru left dawned like any other, dry desert heat heavy in Makoto’s throat, sand stinging his eyes.
Haru mounted his camel, and turned to Makoto, gaze bright.
He held out his hand.
The sunlight played gently against the curve of his jaw, the fall of his hair, and Makoto swallowed, taking Haru’s hand with a shaky breath.
“Will you stay?,” Haru asked, quietly.
And wait for me? Makoto heard in the silence.
Makoto dipped his head, nearly trembling with the effort of keeping his tears at bay.
Of course I will, he wanted to say, the silence of the desert turns to music in your presence, the beat of my heart has found its harmony with yours - you were the answer to my wish-
But his voice would not work, his lips would not part, and so, he could only nod.
And Haru smiled.
“And so the tale ends-”
“Hold on,” you protest, “There are so many questions unanswered - why was the ocean calling him? Did he come back? How long did the djinn wait?”
The man chuckles at your outrage, shaking his head as he stands.
“That is an entirely different tale altogether, and unfortunately, it seems that the day is at its end.”
You turn, surprised to see he is correct - the sun has long since gone down, and the stalls have all been packed up - the chill you hadn’t felt before hits you now, and you shiver.
You look back to the man, his green eyes amused.
“Will you be back tomorrow?”
His only answer is a smile, and you know you will get no further words out of him.
“Thank you,” you say grudgingly, and hurry away, eager to get to warmth.
“Makoto,” you hear as you turn a corner, “It’s time to go.”
MakoHaru Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2018: The Light That Comes From the Darkness
Hi friends! I am participating in the @mhsecretsanta2018, and my gift is for the lovely @aluckysoandso :D
One of the prompt options was Magic AU, so I came up with a story related to a fic that was born from this very tumblr long ago, The Free Fighter and the Evil Within. [This can absolutely be read alone of course] So if any of you are still around from eons ago, check it out :p
Title: The Light That Comes From the Darkness
Rating: T
Summary: Haru uses the powers of water and light to defend Iwatobi from the forces of evil and darkness. He also has been using them to make his love intricate gifts as Christmas draws ever closer. Makoto wants to use his own new powers to make something for Haruka. But Makoto has inherited the powers of darkness, and controlling the darkness isn’t easy (not to mention Haru doesn’t want him using those dangerous powers, ever). But Makoto is ready to endanger himself to do this for his special someone, his Haru. But can light truly come from the powers of darkness?
