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[sarahg-fanarts99]

A MerMay fanart of my crossover ship, Flutterfia.

[darkxyzduelist]

ZEXAL Rare Pairs Week Day 6 by RheaLightning

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Prompt: Hurt and Comfort  Pairing: Christopher Arclight/Yuma Tuskumo Viewshipping Rating: Teen Tags: Forgotten First Meeting

So sad it made me cry, and I’m not one to willingly read angst. but it was a really nice fic that at least ended happily. 

@zexalholidays

[sharkrins-blog]

WRITE HONEYFLOWER VYUU JUST DO IT

He shines like the sun; the kind of boy who couldn't have lasted a moment in the underground, but who'd gotten them both (all three of them, she corrects, when she's strong enough to think on what she did to Kaito) out nonetheless and pulled them blinking into the light of him. And she watches him with a kind of recklessness, stares into his sunlight without a care for if it blinds her, and mourns to see the cracks in him and the burdens on his shoulders - because that's what she was trained to see, wasn't it?

(but more than that she sees the boy who managed to reach into the underground and save them without ever letting its poison take him - sees the way he never once says a word about Thomas' differences, the way he talks animatedly with Astral and relays information for the both of them, the way he deals with Kaito at his prickliest and never lets himself be discouraged by it - and V is content in a way she'd never expected to be again)

[nanbaazuhantaa-blog]

hiiragiyuzu asked: vyuu MAKING OUT is that a prompt i dont know did you really expect anything else from me

Neither of them is all that good at it at first; Chris because he's guilty and Yuuma because he's young, because he's never really kissed before (besides that one time, he says, with Kotori, but he says it had been like kissing a sister which is gross, and doesn't seem to notice Chris' aborted cringe). But after a while it starts to work, maybe, or at least their teeth stop knocking together and the biting of tongues and lips starts to be intentional, and fingers knotted in Chris' hair doesn't end in ten minutes spent detaching Yuuma when they try to pull apart.

(they fit together, in lips and tongues and teeth, in hands where they shouldn't be, and it's shameful and wrong but Chris can never resist the urge to steal another kiss from Yuuma no matter how he tries to stop)

[hartadacarbs]

Ficlet - Don't Wig Out

For a while, Yuma had been pestering Chris with the same question - "Can I brush your hair, Chris?". Every single time he had asked, it was always a candid 'no'. For a moment, Yuma would deflate, before puffing right back up. One day, Chris would have to say yes! Which meant Yuma would just have to keep pestering him. At some points, he would make himself comfortable on Chris' lap and pout, not moving until Chris would accept. And it was impossible to peel him off; the second his tiny yet strong arms were wrapped around him, there was no way he would come off without waiting for him to fall asleep. It would usually take about an hour of him sitting there before he would fall asleep, which meant Chris could easily peel him off. But one day, Yuma had come over to the Arclight household as he normally did. Chris greeted him at the door with a sort of unusual smile, and Yuma didn't trust him at all. Despite a bunch of questions, Chris led him silently to the living room. The moment Yuma stepped foot inside of the room, all of the questions stopped. On the coffee table was a brush, along with different pins and hair accessories. Really, it was the teenage girls' dream, and Yuma was looking at it. He looked over at Chris. There was no way this meant what he was hoping it did. But it didn't hurt to try to ask. "I can use this stuff on you?" Yuma asked, amazed. "Of course. Use whatever you want," Chris said, before sitting down on the sofa. Yuma stood in place for a moment, too excited to move. Once the shock had settled, he rushed over to sit behind Chris, who was waiting patiently for him. A lot of young teenagers around Yuma's age would have been excited over the thought of sleeping with their attractive partners. As for Yuma, he was excited to be putting all of these cool pins in his attractive boyfriend's hair. He picked up the brush and very carefully brushed out the knots from Chris' hair. It was so soft to touch, like a fluffy blanket. He wanted to wrap himself up in it. He looked over at what Chris was doing, and he was reading peacefully. Maybe he could have just... "Don't," Chris said. Yuma wasn't exactly sure what Chris was saying that at, but it was better not to make him mad. He decided against wrapping himself up in the softness of Chris' hair. Once he had done brushing it, Yuma took his time to braid his hair, being careful not to do too badly. He hadn't braided hair in a while - Akari always said she was too busy to let him do it to her. But at least it didn't look too terrible when he was braiding Chris' hair. Or, to him, it didn't look bad. He reached over and grabbed the pins and clips in bunches, not really sure what he grabbed. There were all sorts of clips of all different colours, but Yuma decided he should have gone for a theme; pink and blue. With that in mind, he began separating the accessories into two piles of the colours he didn't want and the colours he did want. Admittedly, with the amount of hair Chris had, Yuma went a little insane with the accessories. The once-neat - well, neat to an extent - braid had been ruined with as many accessories and pins Yuma could fit on. At last, his masterpiece was completed, and he demanded that Chris had to admire it right then and there. There was a silence as Chris stared at the pink and blue things in the messy braid Yuma had created. Yuma's heart sank as he realised Chris probably wouldn't have liked it. His hair was always neat and perfect, but Yuma probably got too carried away. Chris cupped Yuma's cheeks with both hands, holding his face still to place a quick little peck on his lips. He didn't let go of his cheeks, and watched the blood rise to his face. He could feel the warmth in the palm of his hands. "Thank you, Yuma," he said. Yuma quickly batted his hands away, huffing. "I-it was nothing, really," he said, looking away. But it really did mean a lot to Yuma that Chris didn't absolutely hate it. Not that he would have told him that, of course. 

[codeheart]

Some half finished untitled viewshipping and vendettashipping. Once again I'm blaming pyrachan for encouraging this. In which Yuma reminds V of IV far too much.

He hadn't meant for it to happen. It was an accident really. Yuma had been crying over Astral and Chris had comforted him, gently wrapping him in his arms. He'd missed this stage of his brother's lives. They'd been sent away or under Tron's control, far too mature for their age. So he held Yuma gently, those big red eyes reminding him entirely too much of Thomas'. His dear Thomas. It had just been a few hours, not even that, of Yuma crying into his chest and Chris wishing he could have still been there for Thomas in the same way.

He's never thought it meant anything but when Yuma was at his hotel door. He was wrapped in a coat and wearing shoes but seemed to have just got out of bed. Chris frowned but stepped aside and let him in.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, V-"

"Just Chris is fine," Chris said softly, closing the door.

Yuma nodded. "Chris. I know it's late but I… I needed to talk to someone. I had- it's silly but I had a bad dream."

Chris nodded, locking the door again and moving over to sit on the settee, patting the seat next to him for Yuma. Yuma smiled weakly and sat next to him, watching him with big scared eyes. He understood why Yuma was having bad dreams. They all were. He saw it in Thomas' eyes every morning. His own dreams were haunted by the things they'd lost. He was sure Akari and any of Yuma's friends and family would try to help but Yuma was here for some reason.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chris said quietly.

"I just… I needed to get out of there," Yuma replied quietly. "Sis doesn't understand. She doesn't get how much Shark meant to me. She tries to help but she doesn't get it and I don't know how to explain it to her. And, I know they're just trying to help, but all my friends are just trying to act like there's nothing wrong."

Chris nodded slightly. "That's alright."

"And I just really needed someone to talk to and for some reason I thought of you."

"That's fine, Yuma. If I can comfort you then I will. Would you like to stay with me tonight?"

"Yes please."

Chris nodded and gestured over to the bed. Yuma took off his coat and scurried into bed and Chris followed slowly, opening up his arms so Yuma could snuggle against him. He wrapped him in his arms and the blankets, letting him warm up and relax.

It was nice to have a youngster in his arms once more. Thomas used to come to him when he had bad dreams. As did Michael but it was Thomas who mattered. Thomas needed him. Thomas was always so proud, always wanting to keep him from brothering them so when he came to Chris for help he was always willing to give it to him.

Yuma's soft breath fell against his neck and Chris shivered slightly, pulling him closer. Even his eyes, big and red and full of life, reminded him of Thomas. They weren't quite the right shade or shape. They were too round and too dark. Thomas' were squarer and sharper and had a more pink tint but it was enough. They were the same sort of build and Thomas was roughly the same size at his age.

It was when Thomas was about his age Chris realised his feelings for Thomas. How beautiful he was and how much Chris longed to have his body pressed against him, holding him in his arms and letting him know how much he loved him and if Thomas couldn't believe his words he could show him with his actions.

"You're heart's beating faster," Yuma whispered and Chris realised his hand was against Chris' chest. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," Chris murmured. "Just what used to be."

"You miss Kaito?"

"I do."

He missed Kaito very much. He loved him dearly. He was his best friend. Yuma nuzzled into his neck and Chris too a sharp breath. His hands slid down over Yuma's back, fingers playing across the small of his back and Yuma shivered slightly. This wasn't right. He should stop this right now. His mind should not be wandering in the direction it was.

Yuma nuzzled into him and their bodies were pressed so close. Chris closed his eyes, and after a long moment of hating himself, gave in. He held Yuma close, stroking his back with his palm and Yuma smiled contently, reaching up to his chest with both hands.

"That feels nice, Chris."

He smiled and kissed his forehead. "I'm glad."

He closed his eyes, tucking Yuma's head under his chin, rubbing his back gently, trying to ignore the small pleased noises Yuma made. Thomas used to snuggle up against him under his chin, nuzzling against him and making soft little noises like that. Chris had fallen in love with his brother on nights like these, the rare nights when he broke through Tron's spell and they were Chris and Thomas rather than V and IV.

His hand slid lower, over his rear and thighs and Yuma whimpered softly. "Chris?"

"You're so cute, Yuma," Chris whispered.

"Thanks… I think…" Chris smiled, stroking his body gently and earning a few soft moans. "Chris, what's going on?"

"Is there something wrong?" he said softly.

"I don't know."

Chris laughed softly and kissed his forehead only and Yuma tilted his head up, gazing up at him with those big red eyes. So familiar but so different. Thomas had looked at him like that once. Just before he ruined it all.  Thomas never came to him again after that night and it killed him knowing that he'd destroyed his relationship with his brother in that one stupid, selfish moment. He didn't know if Thomas remembered or still held it against him. He never mentioned it and he never acted any differently but Thomas was gone and it was just IV after that night. His baby brother never came to him for comfort again.

Just as before, Chris leant down and pressed his lips slowly to the youngster's. Yuma gave a squeak and his eyes widened and Chris tangled a hand into his hair, holding him close. Yuma pressed his hands against his chest and Chris drew back slightly.

"Why- what are you doing, Chris?"

"Is there something wrong?" Chris said quietly.

"I don't understand."

"What's not to understand?"

"What's… why…"

Chris smiled and leant down again, pushing his lips to Yuma's once more. There was a heavy silence and Chris pulled Yuma's lithe boy gently against his, his hands sliding over his body once more.

"Yuma," he breathed, gently pushing Yuma onto his back, moving his kisses over his jaw and down his neck. Yuma's breath hitched and he groaned weakly. "You're so cute, Yuma."

"Chris…"

[centuriiion]

[fic] the lines in the dust that remains

[ao3 mirror] ~1300 words vyuu; references to past bekuyuu and vkai notes: i started writing vyuu for yoomz like. forever ago but i think it is probably safe to say i am never getting this finished so i might as well post the wip up right since it left off in an abrupt but nonetheless Okay place. age difference ship obv and underage since yuuma's not aged up - this comes postcanon, but just barely. nothing more than kissing, though, although there's some implied past dub/noncon.

You made me watch you and III die! Yuuma is yelling, and, well… it’s true, isn’t it? Only he’d not thought of this, not thought of a broken child who’d been made to watch a friend die, and Chris isn’t his friend but Yuuma had had to watch him die too. And Chris hadn’t thought of it in terms of the aftermath because he’d not thought further than joining Thomas in hell, so now he stands here and looks at what he’s wrought and doesn’t know what to do, at all.

(he’d never quite known what to do with Kaito, either, never quite reconciled the boy he left behind and the man he’d come back to; he’d come to have some affection for Kaito the man, true, but truth be told he’d never really stopped looking for Kaito the boy, the one he’d left in the rain all those years ago)

He settles for reaching up to pat awkwardly at Yuuma’s back, eyes turning desperately to the others, and then Yuuma is pitching into him and sobbing; great, hitching sobs that don’t stop even as Kotori and another woman – Yuuma’s sister? – manage to gently prise him away from Chris and lead him away.

He excuses himself once Yuuma is gone, takes long moments to find a bench out of the way that isn’t destroyed and sits himself down, closing his eyes to try to ward off the oncoming headache.

Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t hear anyone approach until a quiet voice asks, “V-san?”

Chris looks up to see Kotori stood there, chewing on her lip a little, and when she gestures to the bench in a silent question he nods wearily, shifts over a little to let her perch beside him.

“I—I’m sorry about Yuuma,” she says once she’s sat down. “I don’t really think he knew what to do first. Everything happened so fast, you know?” She stops then, reaches up to tug nervously at the back of her hair. “Um, and Astral left after the duel with Shark – or, well, Nasch, but he was Shark at the end I think – and Yuuma said he was going to be okay with that but I—well, I think mostly he said that so that Astral wouldn’t worry, you know?”

She stops again and looks to Chris, waiting until he nods her on before she speaks again. “Sorry, I’m probably rambling, aren’t I? It’s just… well, like I said. Everything happened so fast, and everyone was gone, and then—then the Barians were turning on each other, and we had to get past them so that Yuuma could duel Don Thousand, and it…” Kotori looks down at her hands and seems to steel herself. “Yuuma was very brave,” she says, and her voice shakes but stays firm. “Him and Astral defeated Don Thousand. They nearly died, but they beat him. And then Shark came, and he wanted to duel Yuuma. And Yuuma kept saying that they didn’t have to fight now, that Don Thousand was gone so they could work something out, now, but Shark wouldn’t listen to him.

“I don’t think he wanted to win, really. He was very sad. And he… he said thank you, when Yuuma beat him.”

She falls silent then, with an air of finality this time, and Chris watches her for a few long moments; thinks about the broken boy from a few minutes ago, shouting about the people who’d already come back, and wonders if that was only to justify the tears for those lost for real. Thinks, too, about this small, sad girl, who sits beside him having seen so much but cares only that he not hold that outburst against Yuuma, that he knows that Yuuma was brave.

(you’re brave too, he wants to say to her, but the words stick in his throat and in the end he only nods and then looks away, awkward)

They sit like that a while longer, in silence, and then Kotori stands up and takes a few steps from the bench before looking back at him.

“Thank you for listening, V-san,” she says, voice stiff and brittle in a way that betrays her own exhaustion, her own sadness. “I’m going to go check on Yuuma now. I think he’d like it if you visited him later too, perhaps. If—if you wouldn’t mind.”

And then she’s turning fully and walking away, leaving Chris to stare half-bewildered after her.

(why the hell would Yuuma want to see him?)

***

Perhaps it’s cowardly of him, but Chris doesn’t go to see Yuuma even after that. He makes excuses to himself – what would he say to Yuuma? He doesn’t know him, after all, not really – and asks after him when Michael has been to visit, but doesn’t ever go to visit himself.

So he certainly doesn’t expect Yuuma turning up on their doorstep one night, much later than he probably ought to be out. It takes him a few moments to quite register that, yes; Yuuma Tsukumo is standing there and staring up at him.

“I—I’ll get Michael for you,” Chris starts, but Yuuma cuts him off.

“I, uh, I’m here to see you, actually,” he says, looking around almost nervously. “Can I come in? S’cold out.”

And, well, it’s not like he can just leave Yuuma stood outside. So he beckons him in, and Yuuma stands there and doesn’t speak, only glances toward the living room door and flinches a little when he hears Michael laugh from within. Which, okay. So whatever he wants, it’s… private, Chris supposes.

(he’s not cut out for this, he thinks to himself, too old and too young all at once to be dealing with the problems of middleschoolers – but when was the last time anyone from this war got to have normal problems?)

“Come on,” he says after a moment, “You can come to my room. They won’t interrupt us there.”

Once they’re in there, Yuuma only sort of drifts aimlessly about, half-heartedly examining the miscellaneous space-rocks and miniature models Chris has on display while Chris himself sits down on the edge of the bed and watches him. Watches and wonders where exactly the Yuuma he’s heard so much about and seen a little of himself has gone, because this quiet wraith drifting about the place certainly isn’t that Yuuma.

Is this, he wonders, the difference that Astral made? That Ryoga Kamishiro made, and the rest of them?

“V?” Yuuma begins abruptly then, so that Chris starts a little and looks over to him and—ah. When did he get so close? Chris doesn’t answer aloud, only nods and stares at him curiously, and so Yuuma goes on, “Will you kiss me?”

Which. What?

“I don’t—”

“Just. It doesn’t mean anything,” Yuuma interrupts. “I want to… know I can? That it’s… okay.”

He won’t meet Chris’ eyes, but he drifts in even closer. Close enough to put a hand on Chris’ face, to slot their mouths together. And there’s hesitance in it, yes, but it’s something Yuuma has so clearly done before and Chris wonders and aches somewhere inside him. Yuuma kisses with the brokenness of someone who’s been hurt badly and Chris wonders how he keeps finding the ones like this; how, too, Yuuma is the first that he didn’t make that way himself.

(one day he’ll ask who and Yuuma will say Vector and then, instead, Shingetsu)

[centuriiion]

mermails asked you: hunger games au vyuu

wow this ended up more grossly gay than i expected goddamn UH general hunger games warning ig mostly just violence and even that's not terrible in this so

(he gives them hope)

By all rights, the Capitol should chew him up and spit him out, but somehow, somehow, it doesn't seem to affect him at all. Leaves him just as bright and full of hope as he started out, until he infects everyone he touches with it and for the first time, the people of the Districts begin to believe in something beyond the Hunger Games. Begin to wonder if maybe there's something for them, out from under the thumb of the Capitol.

Yuuma is fifteen when he volunteers for the Quell. His voice rings out loud and clear before they've even finished reading the name of the eldest male victor from his District, and on his way up to the stage he grins at the old man like it's nothing at all.

(Chris, who'd hesitated until Thomas had been halfway to the stage, whose voice had cracked on his first attempt so that he'd had to try again and whose knees had shaken with every step forward, watches his bright confidence and can't quite hold back a hot flush of shame at his own fear)

Even before they reach the arena, the plan is set in motion. Even before they reach the arena, Chris is prepared again to die.

But again, he finds himself fighting. Not even just for his own life this time - not when Michael insists that Chris team up with Yuuma from the very beginning - and that's... different. Leaves him aware of what he's doing in a way he'd never been during his own games, leaves him unable to simply black out when he makes a kill.

He feels shame, again, when he turns away from the woman from District 7 who'd tried to bury an axe in Yuuma's shoulder, and sees Yuuma staring at him with wide, scared eyes - but then Yuuma smiles up at him and perhaps it's hesitant but Chris still finds his heart jumping. Still hates himself a little because he's getting attached and it's bad, it's the stupidest decision he's ever made but--

(he smiles back)