Category: Fanfic

There was an odd smell. That was the first thing to break through the muggy heat that had packed itself around Yata’s brain. Exhaustion had finally won out over all the miserable aches and irritants plaguing his body and he’d dropped into the blissful oblivion of sleep earlier. But now, as the strange savory-sweet-but-not-quite-right scent…

Happy birthday to my amazing beta, Maru! This was inspired by your wonderful fic (though I’m sorry mine is so short). Thank you for always supporting me, and I hope you enjoy this! The first time Yata thinks about calling his mother after he’s moved out, it hasn’t even been that long. He’s got Saruhiko…

The Homra bar was already ringing with boisterous familiar voices by the time Yata came down the stairs in his costume. He stepped in without waiting, pleasantly assaulted by the sight of the warmly lit walls as well as the increased volume of welcoming noise. “Yo! Everyone’s here, huh?” “Chitose’s not,” Eric pointed out quietly…

Yata slouched in his seat and scowled at his beer, wishing with all his might that he was somewhere else. Fuck my stupid life. Sitting at the outside edge of a booth full of his friends in a loud, crowded bar wasn’t exactly out of the usual. He normally had a lot of fun doing…

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YATA-CHAN!!! So much love for you ~ ! The glowing numbers on Yata’s PDA read ’11:50PM’ when he set aside his handheld console, slouching a little on the bed. It was hard to focus on the game. In ten minutes it’d be his birthday, which was normally no big thing – well,…

Saturday morning was busy, which was kind of a curse and a blessing as far as Yata was concerned. A blessing because being busy kept his mind off of things, and a curse because he didn’t have a goddamn second to stop and think. They’d woken up to the alarm that morning, so there hadn’t…

There was a nervous tension building in the pit of Yata’s stomach, starting when he’d received the text from Saruhiko to say he was on the way – hell, from before that even; he wasn’t sure exactly when it had started. But it was getting steadily worse, even as he felt the now-familiar flutter of…

Waking in Misaki’s apartment was starting to become normal. Fushimi recognized the different play of light behind his eyelids before even opening them, and when he did manage to do so, the sight of Misaki’s back on the futon next to his was familiar and comfortable. It had been a little over a month since…

It was past noon on Sunday – the final day of the challenge contest that had captured the attention of two separate workplaces – when a familiar pair stepped into Homra, setting off the familiar door chime. Kusanagi looked up with a smile already on his lips, knowing exactly whom he’d find there. “Welcome,” he…

The first thing Fushimi became aware of when he started to shift towards waking was the unusually stiff surface beneath him. It didn’t feel like the bed in his apartment. There was a pillow under his head, but the mattress wasn’t right. On top of that, the amount of light in the room that could…