#semishira

[bananabreadbury]

im scared to share links to any of my fics here but, uh, does anyone on tumblr like toxic semishira? if so, i wrote a lil something about that (3k rated M): https://archiveofourown.org/works/88033516

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[circoins]

Baby, You're Hopeless

Rated E, Established Semishira

Kenjirou liked to think he did pretty well for himself. It was his second year of university. He and Eita had moved in together a little over a year ago; theoretically, they should be used to Kenjirou's tight schedule by now. Theoretically. Eita, though, seemed to have a harder time getting used to it, claiming he was literally suffering. Oh my god. Why aren't you? Don't you love me anymore? Is that it? Hey! Kenjirou, don't walk off while I'm talking to you—hey! So, come the first Friday evening of the new term, Kenjirou wasn't at all surprised to find Eita camping on the sofa of their living room, screaming his name as soon as he opened the door like a dog waiting for its owner to return.

Eita has some trouble handling their time apart after spending the entirety of summer glued to each other. Kenjirou definitely does not relate.

[w1nter-ch3rry]

semishira + goshiki <3

based off a txt ref lol

[rxkenjirou]

A Fake noble and a true knight

Dedication: For those who feel misplaced, you will one day find your home.

Description/summary:

Shirabu Kenjirō is the only heir of the powerful Seers Clan, a noble family whose influence reaches courts, military contracts, and trade routes alike. From birth, his life has never belonged to him. Every gesture is rehearsed, every friendship strategic, every future already decided.

Then someone tries to kill him.

Not a sloppy attempt—an inside job. Poison slipped into ceremonial tea during a private gathering. Someone in the estate wants the members of the clan gone.

Semi Eita. A man with no family record, no noble ties, and no past that can be verified. Officially, he is an elite security specialist purchased through discreet channels. Unofficially, whispers say he was trained somewhere people do not return from.

Written work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/84840716/chapters/223918916

Author's comments:

I must say while i wrote the first chapter, I truly did not have a proper idea on how to execute it... I was just kinda writing down whatever I envisioned? The idea came to me on a random day while I was in bed, having been overwhelmed by a feeling of yearning for someone I did not have—as hopeless romantics do—I decided to just write my fantasies out.

The idea stayed marinating in my mind for a few days, I didn't bother to start typing until I randomly started to gain motivation at 2 am. Consider me nocturnal but night time is truly when I thrive<\3

I've started to once again lose motivation the moment I started to write the next following chapter, normally I would abandon it like all of my worms, but this was enough. I didnt want to just keep leaving my works once I got bored with just one chapter. I am determined to break my streak.

Writing usually helps clear my head so I've decided to attempt this. Maybe blogging would help maybe it wont, you maybe never know.

Glad to have you here if you plan on staying<33

[segrahd]

Me when I open tumblr and see that one rare pair

[circoins]

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

“Miracles are wonderful things,” Semi slowly began. Gone from his voice was the anger from before; it was replaced by a soft murmur, reminiscent of the warm melody he’d hummed earlier. Kenjirou liked him like this. Liked the way Semi’s voice, usually deep and rough, could dip even lower, turning unbelievably gentle like a breeze of spring after winter. He adored it. Even if none of that softness had ever been meant for him.

An overheard conversation in Shiratorizawa's locker room might just change Kenjirou's perception of Semi Eita. _____

Hi, I am back to my regular bullshit (SemiShira). This is a very short oneshot (0,9k), which was supposed to be part of a 5+1 fic, but since I am very busy right now, I decided to just write out this scene and **perhaps **write out the rest some other time. It’s been a while since I’ve written them, but it’s still so enjoyable to me after all these years. I missed them a lot, and I still love them so much; my drafts are full of them right now, but I just don’t have the time to seriously edit/finish my drafts...

[asher-dearsobsessions]

Eyy I finally felt brave enough to attempt Mani’s design! Their hair is lowkey a crisis (I stole it from Blue Lock’s Sachs) but I love their eyes

[kagstobioisthelightofmylife]

run, boy, run

wc: 3k

Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou inspired by @tabsters's and give me just one more chance. (one more glance.)

"Like you're any better," Kenjirou mutters. He knows Eita's done much, much worse, but has come out better for it. Not like him.

He looks into the eyes of his perfectly imperfect Semi Eita, ash-blond hair blowing with the wind, a perfect smile on his face as he blows Kenjirou's hair out of his eyes.

I wish I could just be happy the way you are.