Category: Fanfic

The mingled warm scents from cooking were still lingering in the still air of Yata’s apartment when he stumbled in, muttering curses to himself and kicking the door shut recklessly behind him. It smelled strongly of caraway with the usual traces of cinnamon, remnants of a dinner thrown together with the goal of the evening…

The marks were on the backs of their hands. More specifically, the hands they’d been clasping as they had sex. It wasn’t until the need to sort out all the gross leftovers from the whole business became too much and they’d started to awkwardly separate that Fushimi had noticed. And Misaki had discovered it at…

Note: This is the SFW version of this chapter. To read the NSFW version (smut), click here. When Fushimi stepped into the grand hall of the hotel that Munakata had selected, he expected to enter a scene like countless others he’d been forced to endure. His presence had been required – by the Captain, more…

Note: This is the NSFW version (smut) of this chapter. To read the SFW version (smut), click here. When Fushimi stepped into the grand hall of the hotel that Munakata had selected, he expected to enter a scene like countless others he’d been forced to endure. His presence had been required – by the Captain,…

The rest of the house felt unreasonably quiet when Yata slunk out of the bathroom. Not that it was ever quiet there – the sound of some kids’ program on the TV and the shuffling of movement in the kitchen were like nostalgic background noise. But considering everything that had just happened, he was kinda…

“Yata-san…” Kamamoto’s voice broke into the intense staring match Yata had started with his PDA. His friend offered a sympathetic sort of half-smile when he looked up. “You’ve been frowning like that for a while now. Can’t be that hard a call to make, can it?” Yata scowled back, frustrated, and let out a sharp…

“Chase after me…” Those words – now a memory from several months ago – were playing over in his head as Yata pushed open the door of his tiny apartment, trudging inside in frustrated defeat. His shoulders were already slumped, and as the rest of the world was closed out behind him, he shut his…

The glowing numbers on Fushimi’s PDA read ‘1:15’ when he checked it as he left his dorm room. He clicked his tongue, letting his hand fall to his side heavily before sliding the device back into the pocket of the slacks he’d pulled on. Above his head, one of the faulty hallway lights buzzed spitefully…

It wasn’t the flawless red of Anna’s fresh Sword of Damocles that stuck out in Fushimi’s mind hours later, though the lingering memory of fire blazing up through the scar at his collar hadn’t quite faded despite everything. He lifted his fingers from the keyboard of his laptop and reached up to slide them under…

When Yata opened his eyes, there was a sluggish feel to it, as if he were doing it underwater. His vision was blurry at first, but he had the impression of laughter and warmth. Ah… I’m at Homra. “Back with us, Yata-chan?” Kusanagi’s voice had a note of fond amusement in it; when his vision…