Category: Fanfic

Request #1: can you write a Sarumi fic on what would have happened if they had joined scepter 4 instead of Homra? “Are we actually supposed to be here by ourselves?” Yata glanced sideways at Saruhiko, and almost stumbled as his sword caught on his legs – again. He tugged irritably at the hilt. Such…

The morning after his birthday, Yata woke with a dry mouth and a faint but persistent headache. His body felt unusually sweaty and sticky and he could tell even before opening his eyes that he was in an unfamiliar place. He was also completely naked under the covers of whatever bed he was sleeping on.…

It started with coffee. More often than not, Fushimi had noticed, their squabbles were over something petty like this. When it happened, generally there was a build-up of irritation on either his side or Misaki’s – or both – and it came out over a small matter. Usually it ended within minutes: a sharp outburst,…

The fully charged moonstone felt hot in Yata’s pocket as he stepped into the lobby of Munakata’s office building. It had been like that since the afternoon, when they’d completed the final charge – a comforting sort of heat that gave him the impression of sunlight sinking into his body. At the same time, he…

Kusanagi’s words were still playing over in Yata’s head hours later when he was lying in his own bed, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. They’d stayed at the solstice celebration until the end, but he hadn’t been able to put his heart into it. He hadn’t even managed to come up with a…

Yata’s memory of crossing into the grove of trees was hazy and he wasn’t totally sure how he managed to navigate well enough to make his way over to his garden. By the time he got there, he was breathing harshly and his hands had clenched into fists. His vision was suspiciously blurry; he scowled…

It wasn’t too late when Yata woke on the morning of the solstice – at least, not compared to the day before. Well before noon, anyway. For once, Fushimi – Saruhiko, he had to remind himself, with a tiny rush of triumph from the previous night’s success – was still asleep too, breathing heavy and…

The neighborhood they settled in that evening was completely different from Yata’s childhood home. It was residential and the streets were lined with houses, but that was about as far as the similarities went. The streets were wide and meticulously kept, the houses were large and opulent, and there were no schools or playgrounds in…

He didn’t wake up until past noon the next day, and when he did, his body was sore in places he didn’t even think he’d known about. Yata groaned a little as he transitioned from blissful oblivion to awareness, not quite ready to open his eyes, and tried to shift. There was something pinning him…

If anything, things were hotter than ever between them. It hadn’t started that way – in the immediate aftermath of their impulsive “session” against the kitchen counter, the period of satiation had felt almost invigorating. They’d flown out and found another charging point before going to bed even, and things felt refreshingly comfortable between them.…