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[yoruru-chan]

夏也（cv野島健児）と尚（cv日野聡）

(VA reference: https://twitter.com/hino_satoshi_84/status/1421404467497373698?s=21)

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“今日の現場終わりに、健児さん（#野島健児 さん）と📸✨”

[dazzlingstar97]

Ma beautiful Sousuke as ma wallpaper #blessed 💕

[macbetha]

Preview of SouRin Supernatural AU: IKIGAI “Chapter 3″ feat. NatsuNao

Given that Rin’s monarchy of a family resides underground in the sewers, there aren’t many places in the subterranean castle in which natural light thrives. Nao found this part of the sewers like he was drawn to it, and when Natsuya realized that Nao could feel warmth, it devastated him. Nao is old; he tastes and feels more than other vampires do because even immortality has a timestamp, and the more his body recalls human sensation, the less time he has on this earth as a walking corpse. Rin’s gaze sweeps the conservatory, which has the splendor of romantic catacombs rather than bleak sewers. The ground is patterned in diamond-shaped cobblestone; the walls are towering and lead up to a street gait above. He listens to heels clacking across the sidewalks overhead, smells asphalt and the reek of pollution that grows fouler as the years tick by. Listening to pedestrians converse is like going to the library, though their stories are rarely interesting; most commonly, Rin hears work complains or dull gossip. Sunlight streams down in roaming pillars like spotlights and Rin tenses each time the light creeps a bit too close – he is superstitious to a fault. Though he is paranoid about being in daylight, Rin can admit that the conservatory is enchanting with its palette of greys and greenery – there’s stone benches with a curtain of vines framing them and a fountain that holds no water but is still charming as it is guarded by a circle of statuses toads. There’s some fruit trees and tropical plants which are saturated with magic; Rin’s favorites are a fat gourd slumped with fatigue, but if you dare to pry it open, the plant will swallow you to cage you in its belly until suffocation takes you. He also has a particular admiration for a Venus Fly Trap that stands taller than Rin with fangs just as sharp. He enjoys the smell of this air – this sundew doesn’t conjure up any specific memories, but perhaps that’s why he’s so charmed with the place. After walking this planet for five-hundred years, there aren’t many new or different things to smell, and the conservatory holds its own atmosphere of eerie tranquility, much like Nao himself. Nao sorts through a table of voodoo lilies and basil, the herbalism of spells. His robes are white like a biblical rose, his eyes moonlit with blindness. Nao smirks, “You’re bobbing your ankle something fierce.” Rin looks down at his ankle and stops. Nao chuckles and gestures to the side, calling, “Gloom, come help me with this, would you?” A dark mass comes from beneath the table and stirs into the light; the fox is bigger than her natural counterpart and far more ethereal with her fog-grey pelt and beady, red eyes. She slinks up to Nao and grabs a basket with her teeth, holding it up for her master to drop few plant trimmings inside. Gloom takes them over to the monstrous fridge in the corner, which is built like an industrial safe, and Nao walks over to Rin. He easily remembers the path to the bench in the familiar space, and he sits down while settling his robes. His motions are ginger – weak. Rin used to stare at him whenever they were in close proximity or standing across the room. Nao’s bangs cover the scar gouging across his forehead, clawing through his eyes and down to hook under his jaw – Rin always feels a dull spike of sympathetic pain at the sight of him. He often wonders just how powerful the werewolf must have been to leave a vampire blind and doomed to wear such scars. Nao doesn’t talk about it and Natsuya won’t let anyone ask. But since Natsuya isn’t here – “How long has it been since you saw a werewolf?” Rin asks. The elder vampire lifts his brows in humored surprise. “I haven’t seen much of anything in millennia, child.” “Forgive me,” he rushes, face burning with mortification, but Nao waves him off with amusement. Nao crosses his legs with a faint wince, the halter chains of his cape glittering like black stones underwater. “What’s brought forth such a question in your mind?” Nao sounds curious rather than offended, though a knowing look creeps over his features. “Have you gone and enamored yourself with some trouble or do you intended to seek it out?” “It’s just a question.” “It’s never just a question, Rin.” He relaxes with leisure posture as he drinks in the sunshine. Nao props his head on a hand, absently coming through his silken hair. “If you gain no knowledge from my time residing amongst you royals, trust that no question ever comes without a motive.”

Rin works his hands between his knees, flustering. “You’ve taught me more than just that,” he grumbles. Nao’s smile is endeared in a backhanded sort of way. “You learn what you want to.” He tucks his hands together so that his long sleeves close over them. “Werewolves and vampires are two sides of the same coin; lycanthropic metamorphosis is a disease at the base of it all, much like vampirism.” Defensiveness works through him. “Pray tell.” Nao considers. “Well, we both started out as humans – vampirism began as a reanimating disease that possessed corpses; the sickness originated in the bloodstream of the deceased. Back in my day, if you’ll humor me –” Rin cuts a brief smirk. “— The phenomenon of the lycans spread like rabies because it’s simply a mutated strain of the sickness. Lycanthropic metamorphosis is a disease much like vampirism, though their contagion originated from wolves and mutates their genomes with that of wolves.” Rin says, “Shouldn’t werewolves be easy to fight, then? If they are nothing more than animals.” “Werewolves are unpredictable fighters; the only form of knowledge you can bring to such a fight is that if a werewolf gets ahold of you, it’s all over.” Sympathy runs through Rin’s chest. “I’m – I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to resurface grim memories.” Nao surprises him by chuckling, though it is a tired sound. “Bitterness if no way to live, I made my peace with my circumstances many moons ago.” His voice grows quiet with thoughtfulness. “I never once felt anger toward that wolf despite that I was supposed to, perhaps. Both vampires and werewolves are lost to the ideal that we are mortal enemies – how interesting it would be if we both as a species realized that concept was glamorized by the authors that depicted us as fantasy.” He turns one of his rings, a band of fool’s gold that won’t char him. “Kind of poetic that silver harms both vampires and werewolves, don’t you think?”

“We’re nothing alike,” Rin scowls. Nao’s smile is slow and pitying at the blind lash of resentment. “Werewolves might heavily rely on their instincts, yes, but they are not mindless – more importantly, they are not heartless. If you harm a single one, their pack will not rest until your insides flow.” He lifts his brows. “They love one another and it shows in the way they fight.” “I want to kill one,” Rin says, squaring his shoulders. Nao rolls his eyes in grand exasperation. “Trophy hunting is not exactly the appropriate way to blend into modern society.” “I don’t care. I’m going to do it.” “Then I’m assuming by your enthusiasm that you’ve never killed one before?” Rin curls into himself and Nao smirks like he knows. “No,” Rin mumbles, looking away. “I’ve fought them in brief squabbles but father always orders me to flee before it can get fun.” “You mean dangerous.” Rin pouts. “Father’s killed pack alphas before; it’s not fair that I don’t have a wolf’s head mounted above my bed when Gou’s got dozens of them all over the castle.” “Gou is more talented as a warrior than you are.” Nao’s expression doesn’t change even though Rin’s agitation is tangible. Gloom hops onto the elder vampire’s lap and he pets her tail in dragging strokes. “Gou takes orders well; you, on the other hand, storm into battle just like Natsuya.” He shakes his head with a playful tut. “You bored fools.” Rin laughs before his ears prick at the sound of the doors groaning apart. Natsuya strides in, his curls disheveled and his gait sluggish since it’s daytime and most vampires in the castle are sleeping at this hour. Evening is nearing; Natsuya must have just awoken, since his night tunic is stuffed into his trousers and he’s still adjusting his leather suspenders. Natsuya clambers down the stairs with a metallic echo and his posture straightens when he notices Nao. Natsuya rushes to kneel before his mate, hands fretting over him. “What the devil are you doing up here alone?” “Rin’s right here,” Nao smiles, letting himself be petted. “Or have you gone as blind as I am?” Natsuya gives him a flat look. “Your cynical humor is hardly appropriate.” He adjusts Nao’s robes tighter around his middle, knotting the sash again and brushing out the wrinkles. “Imagine my horror when I woke up only to realize that you had vanished.” He rises and goes over to the hulking fridge; the door hisses open and Natsuya takes out an ornate pitcher before fetching a gauntlet from under the table. He bows the pitcher and blood oozes into the cup – Rin thinks it smells like O positive. Natsuya calls, “Would you like any, Rin?” “No thanks.” He’s a glutton for Type A through and through. Natsuya hands the gauntlet to Nao before pointing a finger at Gloom to address the fox. “You and I discussed this, I told you to wake me up the instant Nao is discomforted.” She tries to nip his fingers and Natsuya yanks his hand back with an offended pout. “I apologize for worrying you,” Nao says before taking a deep swallow from his gauntlet. His dainty fingers rearrange his husband’s mess of curls. “I’ve been asleep for a week; you knew that I was bound to wake up eventually.” Natsuya is hardly quelled. He stands behind Nao to rub his shoulders in gentle circles, pulling his hair into his fist to massage his neck. His throat is blotched in little plums from where Natsuya’s drank from him. “I wish you would not have exerted yourself with the climb up here.” “You’re more than welcome to carry me back to bed when I’m ready,” Nao smiles. That won’t be long, Rin thinks – nowadays, Nao can barely stay awake for a few hours before falling into a disturbingly long slumber. To reassure him, Nao traces the mating scar on Natsuya’s wrist – it’s a crescent bite in the shape of Nao’s teeth. His sleeve rolls down to reveal his mating scar from Natsuya, and that bite is deeper. Natsuya’s fangs probably drove in with a fit of passion, earnest in the pain he gave because it would bind them for eternity. The mark Nao left on Natsuya’s wrist is clean and precise, perfectly aligned on the inside of Natsuya’s forearm. Natsuya regards Rin, canting his hip as he crosses his arms. His motions are far more spry than Nao’s; from the whispers of gossip that travel through the vampire court, Rin’s heard that Natsuya is ancient but he’s a few centuries younger than Nao. He’s got a while before he loses his vigor – the wicked glint in his eye says as much. “Rumor ‘round the castle is that you’re going on a little hunt tonight.” He lifts his chin. “I want in.”

Rin bristles. “Who –” He groans when he realizes. “Goddamn you, Haru.”

“It was wise of Haru to inform me of your plan,” Natsuya says, eyes half-lidded with a lazy sort of confidence. “You’ve never took on a werewolf by yourself.”

“A werewolf has never faced me alone,” Rin counters with excitement brewing in his chest.

Natsuya rolls the heel of his boot back and forth in a subtle taunt. “So, your darling plan was to charge into this supposed uprising, throw yourself on the back of the nearest rabid thing and slice its throat in one fell swoop?”

“Sounds like something you would do,” Nao drones into his gauntlet as he gives his husband a pointed look of amusement.

[nanasses]

ok but all I see is Nao carrying a drunk Natsuya home

[delicadenza]

and when we go crashing down we come back every time

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandom: Free! Relationship: Kirishima Natsuya/Serizawa Nao Character: Kirishima Natsuya Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Alcohol, Minor Injuries, Bad Decisions, disaster natsuya Word Count: 800 Summary: Soon the sight of still water makes you restless; soon you can’t even gaze into the surface of an empty pool without wanting to dip your hand in it and disturb everything. To throw yourself into it and disturb everything.

You still dream, sometimes, of the sea by your hometown. In those dreams you’re walking in the water, wading waist-deep against the gentle push of the tide. He is walking the shoreline behind you with your shirt hanging off one shoulder, and there are shards of sea glass in his hands and in his pockets, frosted lumps of amber brown and cloudy white and green, all the edges taken off. Nothing that can hurt him to touch anymore. When you wake up your skin is still warm as it only ever is when you’re home.

The truth is it’s years since you’ve been home. Since then, there have been other oceans, some you tell him about, and some you don’t. You’ve never told him about the cliff just outside of the town you moved to, how night after night in the summer you and your friends would bike up there to drink and shout and kiss each other until the sun came up. You’ve never told him you leapt that cliff once, the day you turned eighteen—because one of the girls dared you to, because you liked the way she smiled when she said it, because that smile reminded you of something far away. You still remember how the stone cut into the soles of your feet as you ran, and how quick it all was before there was nothing at all overhead and underfoot and all around you, nothing but the sun in your eyes and the sea foaming below, and a horizon line so distorted you couldn’t tell where the sky began. You still remember how every bone in your body thrummed when you hit the water. You came back up with a mouth full of salt to the sound of a dozen voices shouting your name, and for days after that you could feel the ground rocking under your feet like a moored boat.

You’ve never told him, I might have died that day. You’ve never told him, I never stopped thinking of you.

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[miss-cigarettes]

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[yoruru-chan]

Happy New Year!

[yoruru-chan]

Happy Birthday Natsuya!!!

(He is having a date with Nao :3)