Rae follows Pollux around the park, letting the sun-warmed grass squish between her bare toes. Pollux is less at ease, or perhaps simply more fashion conscious than she is—he’s yet to discard his oversized denim jacket in spite of the warm spring day, let alone his high-tops or socks.
“Why not?” She knows she’s being annoying. But she can’t help but be endeared by Pollux, by the way he seems to push away her kindness only to linger and wait for more.
He shrugs, red curls bouncing over his shoulders. “Because.”
“Pollux.”
“What?” He turns around quickly, so much so that Rae almost walks into him.
“Oh,” she says, now face to face with him and looking right into his ice-blue eyes. I like your freckles and I like your tattoos and I like the face you make when I’m annoying you. “Please can I kiss your cheek?” she says in a hurried rush, brushing aside her thoughts, and it makes him avert his eyes, kick the toe of his sneaker into the grass.
Finally, he snorts.
She thinks it’s a laugh.
“You look like a pathetic puppy like that,” he mutters, turning back to face her and kissing her once on the cheek, pulling away before she can return it. He’s already walking away by the time she sees what she’s done. “Happy?”
Fandom: Kamen Rider Build
Relationships: Banjou Ryuuga/Kiryuu Sento
Characters: Banjou Ryuuga, Kiryuu Sento
Additional Tags: Post-Finale, Mild Sexual Content, Established Relationship, sometimes you gotta work through trauma by learning how to communicate with your partner
Summary:
Banjou looks like he does not believe him. He visibly thinks something over for a second before shaking his head and turning to leave. He turns right back around. “Look, Sento, I get your whole amnesia thing, but—can’t you at least try to forget that happened?”
Sento studies his face. He’s serious, and desperate, and entirely too vulnerable. Sento might as well be as honest as possible. He says, “I can try.”
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hello i have written ryusen, which was predictable to everyone who gleefully watched me watch build for the first time, i bet. their dynamic is just so much fun
hi i’ve been going through my fic files recently and remember my old familiar au/crow demon au? i started on the oisuga fic for it but never got very far because the semishira fic was supposed to come out first and THAT never got finished, so here’s what i wrote for the oisuga fic bc i remember being giddy with what i was planning on doing lmaooo
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Tooru meets a beautiful person at the far-away convenience store Makki and Mattsun sent him to on a snack run. Well, maybe meet is a little generous. He nearly runs into the poor guy as he rounds a corner.
“I am so sorry,” Tooru says quickly, grabbing the pretty guy’s arm to keep him from falling over. “I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”
The guy doesn’t seem like he’s okay. He looks like he’s in shock, actually, with his hazel-brown eyes wide and his mouth gaping. “Uh,” he says. Tooru notices a beauty mark under one of his eyes. Oh, Tooru is so screwed.
“Suga—” another guy starts to say as he, too, rounds the corner. The newcomer stops. He’s wearing the same uniform as Tooru’s beautiful stranger, the black gakuran of nearby Karasuno High School. “What’s going on?”
“We nearly had a traffic accident, but it’s fine,” Tooru chimes. He makes a show of brushing off the pretty guy’s sleeve. “See? We’re good.”
“Yeah, Daichi,” he says weakly. “I’m fine.”
The new guy, who Tooru thinks he’s going to call Scowling Daichi from now on, thanks to the sour expression on his face, looks at his friend. “Well,” he says, doubt filling his voice. “Alright. Asahi is checking out now. You got everything you wanted?”
“Um, yes. I did.” the pretty guy replies. Scowling Daichi eyes him a second longer, then turns and heads to the register.
Before the pretty guy can leave, Tooru stops him by asking, “So your name’s Suga?”
The pretty guy hesitates. “It’s—it’s Sugawara, actually. But you can call me Suga, if you want.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Suga,” Tooru says. He plasters the friendliest smile he can manage on his face. “I’m Oikawa, Tooru Oikawa.”
For the first time, Suga looks him in the eye. Unfortunately he does this with an expression that looks like he thinks Tooru is losing his marbles. “Yes, I know?”
Tooru is startled. “You do?”
“You’re uh—” Suga turns to face him fully. He gestures with both hands, a little helplessly. “Famous, I guess? I don’t think there’s a magical student in Miyagi who doesn’t know who you are.”
“You’re a caster?” Tooru says, inordinately pleased by this. Wizards and familiars are vastly outnumbered by non-magical humans, so Tooru is used to interacting with humans on a daily basis. He knows plenty of casters through his after school magic program, however. Still, it’s exciting to know that the pretty stranger he bumped into and is quickly developing a crush on would understand the magical aspect of his life.
“I’m a familiar,” Suga says, voice going quiet.
“Really! What kind, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Before Suga can answer, Scowling Daichi calls from the front of the store, “Suga, ready to go?”
“Be right there!” Suga answers. He looks at Tooru. “It was nice seeing you, Oikawa. Have a good evening.”
“Wait, just one second,” Tooru says, interrupting Suga’s attempt to leave once more. “If you don’t mind—and you can say no, I won’t be offended—could I have your number?”
Suga’s hesitance is palpable, and Tooru is starting to regret asking. But then he says, “Okay,” to Tooru’s relief. “Okay. Sure. That sounds fine.”
They exchange numbers, Tooru with a huge smile on his face the entire time. “I’ll text you later,” he tells Suga.
“Alright,” Suga says, sounding doubtful. “Later.”
He then leaves the convenience store with his friends, Scowling Daichi and another guy, tall, bearded, and who looks too old to be a high schooler. The strange company the pretty not-a-stranger-anymore keeps doesn’t diminish Tooru’s glee at successfully getting his number.
Tooru is so happy he leaves the convenience store without buying anything. When he gets back to his own school, Makki and Mattsun chew him out for forgetting their snacks.
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Tooru is waiting outside of his magical cram school when he hears the flutter of wings and feels a sudden weight on his shoulder. “What’s that weird look on your face?” a familiar voice says in his ear.
Tooru smiles. He reaches to his shoulder, offering his hand as an alternate perch. His familiar, a crow-type, wraps his talons carefully around Tooru’s finger, and in return Tooru holds him in front of his face. Maybe he isn’t as careful, because his familiar has to flap his wings to keep his balance. Tooru can feel his familiar’s annoyance, but he ignores it. This is routine for the two of them.
“I had a good day today,” Tooru tells his familiar cheerfully. “I met someone cute.”
His familiar tilts his head to the side. “And did this person turn tail and run?”
“Don’t be so rude to me,” Tooru says, though he knows it’s futile. Half of their relationship is built on constant snark. “I’m very charming, I’ll have you know. He gave me his phone number.”
“Willingly?”
“You!” Tooru pokes his familiar on the chest. “You’re only acting like this because you’re jealous, aren’t you? You’re afraid I’ll give my heart to someone else, hmm? Don’t worry your feathery little head, Crow. You’re my number one, always.”
He’s laying it on a little thick, he knows. But he can’t help himself. He first met his familiar four years ago, not long after he turned fourteen and his magic started to go out of control and he accidentally made a car engine explode. Tooru was introduced to the crow as an emergency measure, and they’ve been partners ever since.
Despite everything they’ve gone through and the trust Tooru feels they’ve built, his familiar has never showed Tooru his human face. He’s never even given his name. Tooru calls him Crow, for lack of anything else and because it annoys him.
Crow was nervous when they first met. Tooru can’t blame him for that, really! He has long been regarded as the next great wizard Miyagi would produce, ever since he was in middle school. Crow didn’t think their magic would be a good match. He didn’t think he’d be able to control Tooru’s growing magical power for long. He insisted Tooru would find another familiar better suited for him, and Tooru stubbornly insisted back that Crow was underestimating himself.
It was a stalemate. Tooru refused to meet other familiars for four years, and Crow has done a good job as his familiar the entire time. He still refuses to give Tooru even a hint of who he is when he isn’t a crow on Tooru’s shoulder. That song and dance grew old years ago, but Tooru refuses to give it up.
“Oikawa,” Crow says tiredly.
“Come now, you know it’s true.”
“Maybe I would believe you, if I hadn’t heard you use the same line on Iwaizumi just last week.”
At that, Tooru can’t help but laugh. “To be fair, he didn’t believe me either.”
Crow smiles. Well, crows can’t smile, what with them having beaks and all—but Tooru can feel Crow’s smile through their bonded magic. Bonds between familiars and wizards are funny like that. Crow is normally very careful to keep his emotions to himself, so if Tooru feels something, Crow wants him to.
An alarm on Tooru’s phone goes off. He takes his phone out of his pocket with his other hand and turns it off. “Looks like it’s time to go in.” He grins at Crow. “Ready to learn?”
“Yes, Oikawa, I’m ready to prevent you from blowing stuff up.”
“You really could stand to be a little nicer to me, you know,” Tooru tells him. He brings Crow to his shoulder and, together, they join their fellow students in the building.
A collection of Semishira one-shots that vary in length. Some are canonverse, some are AUs.
Six: Writing on each other is a strange thing for Semi and Shirabu to do regularly, and yet.
hbd shirabu! here’s part 6 of my random one-shot collection, which is a silly little fic about two teenage boys writing on each other.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou
Characters: Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjirou, Yahaba Shigeru, Shimizu Kiyoko
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Japanese Mythology & Folklore, Grief/Mourning, Minor/Past YahaShira, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe of an Alternate Universe
Series: Part 7 of Fairytale AU
Summary:
The boy named Kenjiro turns to the lake. His gaze is electrifying, like it’s blasting him back to life, and he meets his eyes until the sun’s rays on the water distracts him. Then he looks down. Beneath him, mirrored in the cloudy water, is the distorted reflection of a dirty, bedraggled swan, who tilts its head when he does.
When Kenjiro spots Semi in the hall during lunch, arms laden with brightly wrapped gifts, his stomach sinks into panic. He forgot Semi’s birthday.
Well, he hadn't exactly forgotten in the traditional sense of the word. Kenjiro knew full well what date Semi's birthday fell on. But when he sat and tried to think of something to do for his birthday the implications terrified him, and he put it out if his mind. And because he was too much of a stubborn ass to even spring for something as simple as a card, Kenjiro forgot Semi's birthday.
happy birthday semi! since i don’t have anything new, here’s a fic i started for his birthday last year. shirabu forgets it’s semi’s birthday and is entirely too bothered by it, in his opinion. rated G, silly fluff, canon compliant.
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou
Characters: Shirabu Kenjirou, Semi Eita, Yahaba Shigeru
Additional Tags: minor yahaba/ennoshita, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Modern Fantasy, Sickfic, Established Relationship
Summary:
Shirabu gets a cold.
Normally that wouldn't be a big deal, but Shirabu is a seer. A seer with little to no control over his visions. When he's sick his visions spiral out of control, and things can get... a little messy.
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here’s a fairy tale au fic i started nearly a year ago! so timely, i know.
