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[aerself]

chapter title: planning chapter #: 2/? chapter rating: g words: 506 summary: a spirit finds itself fascinated, a man finds himself suspicious notes: im so good at writing long chapters huh guys a continuation of thisao3 mirror

It had been a few days, and the ghost was absolutely fascinated.

Max had tidied up the house, furnished the rooms, repainted the walls, everything. The real fixer-upper had become the fixed up. He turned the dirty old dilapidated house into a quaint home that was way too large for one person to live in but he did it anyways. Or so he thought.

The man had hung up chimes and ornaments made of blown glass and all other sorts of colorful things around the windows, casting bright hues on the floor as they twisted slightly in the air conditioner's breeze. He currently sat on the couch, his mismatched socked feet resting crossed on the coffee table where an idle cup of herbal tea sat steaming on a worn coaster. Max was wearing a baggy shirt, gray and tattered at the edges, a pair of cargo pants with way too many pockets, and his signature blue and pink striped cat hat. He looked strange without a hat, the ghost thought. But not in a bad way.

In Max's lap rest a laptop, the keys worn down with use. On his screen he had an Internet browser open, idly scrolling through a webpage on different types of garden variety plants. The ghost's interest piqued, it hesitantly made its way down to Max, resting itself behind him and peering at the screen. It hadn't ever seen a device like this, so it was quite curious, watching as Max opened a Word document and started to type.

“Garden Plans (gotta eat healthier sometime)

Strawberries – Buy bare-root in early spring, plant in a sunny spot

Tomatoes – Make sure to get strong plants

Peppers – Let ripen for different lengths of time

Salad greens – Plant in spring and fall, mix up the type of greens

Cucumbers – Plant in late spring, train vines onto trellis

Carrots – Harvest when smaller, watch out for dry soil

Catnip – Just because :)”

He moved to save the document, giving a content sigh and shutting the laptop, setting it on the coffee table. He stood up and stretched, walking around behind the couch and on to the kitchen, humming a quiet tune to himself. The ghost flitted nervously over to the laptop, peering at it. It moved and slightly jostled the small cup of tea on the coffee table, tensing as Max turned towards the noise.

“What was that?” The capped man asked out into thin air as the ghost concealed its presence and dashed off to the higher stories of the house. Max paused, then shrugging, he grabbed a cookie out of the container he had of them on the counter, holding it between his teeth as he went to sit back down. Strange occurrences like random items moving and sounds being heard from unknown sources kept happening in the house, and Max wanted answers. Flopping back down onto the couch, he pulled his laptop into his lap again, opening it and typing into his browser's search engine,

“how to tell if a ghost is in your home”

#fic #kageno jin #matsuno kuusuke #multichap

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title: on decades past and deserted homes chapter #: 1/? chapter rating: g words: 617 summary: the story of a man, a ghost, and long forgotten sorrow notes: UHH. FIRST MULTICHAPTER FIC. yaaaaaay. this is an au i have w/ onibidama where kageno is a ghost uh. yeah. enjoy? ao3 mirror

The steady crunch, crunch, crunch of feet padding through fallen leaves alerted the single occupant of the desolate house, startling it out of a dazed stupor to flit around the house as a butterfly would. Through the upstairs bedroom, it peered through to see a lone, dented pickup truck, boxes filling the back of it, and a person making his way through the leaves towards the front door. By the looks of it, the man appeared to be moving into the house. The ghost's undead heart skipped a beat. A new occupant! There hadn't been someone else around in so long. It darted down the stairs and decided to hover by the main door, wringing its hands as a sudden wave of nervousness washed through it. There hadn't been a person in the house for at least two decades, what was it to do? It hadn't felt the need to conceal itself in so long, and, fearing that it had lost its touch, it struggled to conceal its presence as it peeked through the window, curiously watching the man as he stood outside the house, his hands on his hips.

–

“Man, this is gonna be a real fixer-upper...”

The man outside of the house mumbled to himself. He looked, well.. plain. Aside from the cat eared hat that sat on his head, there was nothing out of the ordinary about him. He looked the building over once or twice, trying to figure out what he would do with it. The building was dark and old, two story if you don't count the attic. He sighed softly.

“Might as well start getting everything inside..” He spoke, going over to his pickup and grabbing a box out of the back, hoisting it up and starting with unsteady steps towards the once-intricate front door of the house. The ghost moved quickly, hiding itself in a high corner of the room as the man pushed the door open with his back, setting the box down and looking around before starting back outside.

The ghost blinked.

The man didn't seem hostile in any way, which was good. Hostile occupants were never a good thing, though it hadn't really had the misfortune of having one. He didn't seem to be in any way out of the ordinary, and it heaved a relieved sigh at that, watching him bring in the boxes one by one.

He seemed to have caught it's eye, as the ghost was strangely fascinated by the man's presence. One would expect fascination about a guest after such a long absence of one, but this was.. new. Something the spirit hadn't ever experienced, during life or death. Its chest kind of wrenched up and tightened and it felt a little short of breath but it wasn't a bad feeling. It also couldn't seem to keep its eyes off the cat-eared man carrying in boxes. It stayed in the high corner of the room until the man had all the boxes in the house, taking off his hat and wiping a baed of sweat from his brow.

“Got all those in the house...” He muttered, looking around at the room. With a very high ceiling, creaky, wooden floors, and paned in windows, the house looked like something you'd see a century ago, though with more furniture and brighter colors, seeing as the wallpaper had peeled and the paint had faded with age. The man grinned and stretched his arms out in front of him, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment

“Alright, Max, time to get to work!”

The ghost paused.

Max was his name, apparently.

It didn't mind this occupant so far. Maybe they could coexist peacefully, it thought.

Just maybe.

#fic #kageno jin #matsuno kuusuke #multichap #Uuuuuuuuu this is gonna be fun

[aerself]

title: sealed rating: g words: 856 summary: a former captain in trouble, a former captain to help notes: this is based around my headcanon that everyone in aliea is a median system with their aliea personalities. yeah. really midorikawa centric but has hiromido at the end ao3 mirror

Midorikawa and Reize are definitely not the same person. Anyone who has met the two could confirm that statement, but it goes deeper than that. Reize is a part of Midorikawa in the sense that Atsuya was a part of Shirou, seperate in the body, though those two are more linked. Midorikawa is conscious when Reize is around and vice versa.

It was that way for all of Aliea, really. Their Aliea personalities stuck around in them and showed up when they wanted. Some, like Nagumo and Suzuno were so similar to their Aliea identities that it was hard to tell Burn from Nagumo and Suzuno from Gazel, but others like Reize, Gran, and Desarm were more noticeable, stuck inside the headspace and communicating through thought with their core people. Some were still active.

In Midorikawa's case, he had locked Reize up.

Reize's brief time of full control was a dark time for Midorikawa. Lowest in command, the two found themselves being pushed around, and after their defeat at the hands of Raimon, they and Gemini Storm had been considered absolutely useless. Reize might have been in low spirits, but Midorikawa was even worse. Stuck viewing Reize's actions, he couldn't help but curse at himself for letting his headmate get so out of hand. On another note, he was majorly dissociating all the while, the differences between the two growing by the day. They threatened to become completely seperate, and Midorikawa knew that if that happened, Reize wouldn't give up control again.

After Aliea disbanded, Midorikawa found himself going to Hiroto for help. Hiroto seemed to have a good grasp on Gran and how to switch back in, so the green haired boy figured he'd be a good person to go to. He found it awkward to talk to the former Genesis captain after their defeat, worrying about if he had disgraced himself, but Hiroto welcomed him with open arms and a warm smile, glad to help his friend.

Friend. It was nice to have someone to call a friend after that whole mess.

Hiroto taught Midorikawa of Gran and his ways that were never mentioned during Aliea; he enjoyed reading, was rather fond of felines, and often found himself staring off into space, thinking hard on some topic he couldn't remember now even if he tried his hardest to bring it back up. Similar to Hiroto in some ways, but different in others. Gran and Hiroto shared certain interests, but Gran was more demanding, more controlling, more powerful. Aliea proved that. Hiroto and Gran seemed to work together, however, seeing as they could switch between the two whenever they wanted, as was seen when Hiroto presented himself to Endou during their time in Aliea.

Midorikawa was frustrated. He couldn't get a grasp on Reize, he couldn't pin him down and get him to talk, to front when he wanted him to, to do.. well, anything, really. He was stubborn. Extremely so, Reize seemed to come and go as he pleased, often mouthing off to Hiroto when he switched in during their conversations. Hiroto never took it any mind, and kept his gaze on the green boy, a small smile on his face, eyes calm and calculating.

Hiroto was calm, while Reize was not.

His once cold, quiet demeanor broken, the former Gemini Storm captain was enraged. Reize yelled, Reize accused, he almost punched Hiroto in the face once. He still saw the red haired boy as Gran, the captain of the highest team in Aliea and the one he envied most. Gran stayed put, however, Hiroto managing with little difficulty to push him back and keep a level head. He called to Midorikawa, asking him to come out, and with struggling on Reize's part, he did, exhausted and shaking.

Hiroto learned a few things from Midorikawa as well. And from these things, he knew he had to take action. Midorikawa and Reize were on the brink of splitting down the middle, and Midorikawa, being the weaker of the two, would no doubt be pushed back, and Reize would take full control. He taught Midorikawa how to lock him up, how to seal him in the headspace for as long as the he wanted, and Midorikawa took interest in this, wanting to at least temporarily rid himself of the nuisance in his head.

With a few more conversations and Reize taking over and more accusations and punches thrown, the two finally managed to seal the captain back. Midorikawa lay on Hiroto's bed, exhausted, he looked to Hiroto and muttered a quiet thanks, which was responded to only with a calm smile.

“Thanks not needed, Midorikawa,” Hiroto started, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek as the other gave a confused grunt “If it's for you, I'm more than happy to help.”

The redhead pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and the green boy blinked, his cheeks heating up.

“Y'know, it's kinda funny.” Hiroto spoke, tilting his head to the side with the same gentle smile.

“Hm?”

“After that, I guess you could say Reize's been sealed with a kiss.”

Midorikawa could feel himself becoming real again.

#fic #inazuma eleven #hiromido #this is gay...... this ends up really gay

[aerself]

title: existence rating: g (derealization warning) words: 900 summary: he keeps you real notes: for onibidama for dragging me into maxgeno. ur gay. 2nd person pov, kageno's pov. yeah ao3 mirror

Early in the morning, you find yourself feeling alive.

Which is a big achievement for you in more than one way.

It's 6:24 am, sunlight is seeping through the window, and you have woken up, your eyes narrowed. The first thing you feel is a body pressed to yours and you almost give a start before remembering. It was Max whom you held against your chest, Max whose breathing timed with yours, Max who nuzzled into your chest and let out a whine of protest in his sleep as you tried to shift positions. He kept you grounded, really. Kept your feet on the earth, kept your head from soaring into the clouds and away from what was happening, kept you feeling like you exist. Which is good, you've decided. You don't particularly like feeling like you don't exist.

Your presence has always been so low that people hardly noticed you. You didn't mind. You were used to it, anyway. A new feeling arose after awhile, punctuated by the definite feeling that you weren't actually real. A ghost, or.. something. You felt dead for awhile. Max was the only one who could fix that. Max was the only one who could pull you out of your dazed, dreamy state and back to reality, and you can't thank him enough for that. You still feel ghost-like, but around Max your presence is a little more real. A little stronger. If you had to be honest, when around him, you almost embrace the ghosty feeling, accepting it as a part of yourself. He made it easier to bare.

Now, with your arms around him and his face buried in your chest, you can't feel any more real.

He shifts in your arms and you pause, glancing down at him as he begins to stir. He blinks his eyes open, squinting at the light coming through the window. He rubs at one of his eyes and looks up at you, giving a light smile “G'mornin... What time is it?”

“6:30.” You respond simply. Max groans and buries his face in your chest again, tightening his arms around you “Ugh, we don't have to be up for another hour and a half...” He grumbled.

You just smile a bit and reach to tug off his hat, earning a confused noise from him before running your fingers through his hair gently, feeling him relax against your chest and give a light purr.

That's another thing you liked about him.

Actually, if you wrote down the things you like about him, the list would go off the page.

He shifted to look up at you and grabbed his discarded hat, pulling it onto your head with a slight grin. You let him, of course. He always liked how you look in his hats. He straightened the hat and his smile softened, tilting his head a bit and arching an eyebrow at you, moving one of his hands to your chin.

“You're getting kinda stubbly, Jin.” He commented.

“And?”

“Just thought I'd point it out.” He responded as he let go of your chin and nuzzled under it “You don't have to do anything about it, it's kinda nice.”

His breath ghosting across your skin reassured you of your existence. Everything felt real, everything felt nice, you nuzzled into his hair and found it soft and clean scented, giving a content sigh into the top of his head. He glanced up at you with an arched eyebrow, chuckling against you.

“You seem content.”

You just nodded, not wanting to pull your face out of the mess of hair. He soon moved his face out from under your chin and just looked at you for a moment “Could I see your eyes again?”

You hummed quietly after a moment and let him brush your hair out of the way.

Underneath rested dark eyes, light gray pools with a pale blue ringing the pupil. Central heterochromia it was called, and you always felt weird about it, which was one reason why you kept your eyes covered. Your eyes kind of slanted downwards a bit, and each had a dark circle underneath. They gave off an eerie feeling, and after many failed interactions with peers in early elementary school, you had decided to cover them up. The only person you let see them is Max. Max finds them unique and beautiful, enchanting, even. You're just content with the fact that you don't always have to restrict your field of vision around him. That got annoying after awhile.

Max moved to cup your cheek in his hand, running his thumb under your eye as his smile softened.

“You really need to show your eyes more often.. They're really pretty, Jin.”

You grumbled “I'd like to, really.. You're the only one who can stand them.”

“Well, I don't see why.” He responded with a huff, leaning up to nuzzle your cheek, almost how a cat would. He acted like a cat a lot. You always thought it was cute. You leaned in to give him a shy peck on the lips and he retaliated, throwing his arms around your neck and catching you by surprise with a firm kiss.

As you slid your eyes closed and wrapped your arms around his waist, you decided you were glad you woke up earlier than intended.

You think he decided on that too.

#fic #inazuma eleven #kageno jin #matsuno kuusuke #maxgeno #onibidama

[aerself]

title: his own personal heater rating: g words: 525 summary: sometimes uvogin's body heat is to much to bear notes: its like 3 am and im tired but these two have taken over my life so i had to write this even if it is a little ooc ao3 mirror

“Uvooooo.. Move over...”

Shalnark grumbled under his breath, trying to push the larger man off of him. It was around 2 am and he had awoken to Uvogin nearly laying on top of him, snoring away. The blonde struggled to push the sound asleep Uvogin over to his side of the bed but ended up giving up, just flopping back on the bed with an exasperated sigh.

“Why are you such a heavy sleeper..” He spoke out into the chilled air of the bedroom. He tried again and Uvogin began to stir, giving a slight grunt and burying his face in Shalnark's stomach. Shalnark just whined in protest, trying to push Uvogin off of him. Uvogin sat up, still kinda laying on the blonde he was sharing a bed with. He rubbed at one of his eyes, looking to Shalnark with a slightly annoyed expression “What?”

“You're kinda crushing me here.”

Uvogin only responded by tightening his arms around the form under him and nuzzling into him again, earning a frustrated groan from Shalnark “Uvoooo! Get off of me!”

The larger of the two grumbled “Mm.. Don't wanna.”

“Aw, c'mon. Please?”

He glanced up at Shalnark “Why should I?”

“Well, for one, you're really crushing me.”

He arched an eyebrow “And?”

“You're really damn hot.” He grumbled “I feel like I'm gonna overheat.”

Uvogin just grinned “Thanks for the compliment.”

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Uvogin decided to loosen his grip on Shalnark and roll off of him, still looking over at him. Shalnark just gave a relieved sigh, his eyes closed “Thanks.”

The other just responded with a small hum, Shalnark rolling over to face him after a moment.

“I'm honestly not sure how I even manage to share a bed with you.”

“Eh? Why's that?”

“You sleep so weirdly.” He chuckled a bit “You sleep super heavily and you flop around a lot, your body heat gets so strangely hot that it's like having a personal heater thats always turned up too high.”

Uvogin just rolled his eyes and reached out to cup Shalnark's cheek in his hand, idly running his thumb across the skin. Shalnark leaned into the touch, closing his eyes with a soft smile on his face.

“I don't mind, y'know.”

“Hm?”

“How you sleep.” He started “You wouldn't be you without that.”

“Y'think so?” He asked, stifling a yawn. Shalnark just nodded and scooted closer, snuggling into Uvogin's arms as the other arched an eyebrow.

“Thought you couldn't stand to be close to me while we share a bed.”

He shook his head, looking up at Uvogin “Nah, it's not a big deal. I can handle it, it's worth it anyways.”

Uvogin just chuckled lightly and held the other closer, nuzzling into his blonde mess of hair.

“Goodnight Uvo.” Shalnark muttered, slipping his eyes closed.

“G'night.”

–

Uvogin awoke to Shalnark laying asleep on his chest, eyelashes fluttering and breathing soft. He couldn't help but smile and brush his bangs back, pressing a gentle kiss to the blonde's forehead.

Being Shalnark's personal heater didn't seem so bad if he could wake up to him like this.

#fic #hunter x hunter #uvogin #shalnark

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title: pickpocket rating: pg (? pda warning) words: 1359 summary: three times fudou steals sakuma's eyepatch and one time he doesn't notes: first part is in shin teikoku, second in inazuma japan, third and fourth while theyre adults. trans boy fudou bc hell ya. for mickey firetornado happy early birthday you gay ass whole

i. to anger

“Fudou! Where the hell are you?!”

Sakuma growled in a sharp tone, prowling the halls of the seabound school. The little mohawked pain in the ass had stolen his eyepatch, and the blue boy was not happy about it in the slightest (Though, since his current eyepatch had a hole in it, it never really did him much good, but it felt almost like a comfort object now). Soon coming across Fudou trying to sneak into a nearby broom closet, the angered boy moved to throw the door open before his personal tormentor could barricade it from the inside. He glared at Fudou, the eerie, tense air that had found its way around him making his presence in front of the brunette that much more terrifying, but Fudou seemed unphased.

“Where is it.” The blue boy snarled.

“Oh, you mean this?” Fudou pulled the damaged eyepatch out of his pocket and twirled it around, giving a sly smirk “Don't understand why you still wear it since it's got that hole in it. It's no good. Just thought I'd do a good deed by relieving you of such a burden.”

Sakuma's gaze bore into him with a fierce intensity, moving to lunge for the eyepatch Fudou held. The mohawked boy dodged his attacker, sending Sakuma headfirst into the broom closet. Fudou slipped around him and leaned on the door, shutting it with a light click while the blue boy was still inside.

“My my, aren't you feisty today!” He hummed as Sakuma hurled profanities at him behind the closed door “You'll never get this old piece of junk back at this rate.”

“Give it back!” Sakuma yelled from behind the door, beating on it with his fists “Let me out and give the damn eyepatch back!”

“Mm, no use keeping such a broken thing anyways.” Fudou soon thought aloud, kneeling down to slide the eyepatch under the door. There was a slight shuffling and Sakuma had put the eyepatch back on, though it did little good.

The blue boy huffed a relieved sigh “Now will you let me out of here?”

Fudou leaned on the door again and hummed to himself “Naaaah. I think I'll keep you in there a little while longer.”

Sakuma was ready to tear his hair out.

ii. to annoy

“Fudou.”

Sakuma had cornered Fudou outside near the field after practice. The boy was missing his eyepatch, and he didn't look happy about it.

“Hmmm?” The mohawked boy hummed, rocking on his heels a bit.

“I know you have it. Give it back.”

He glanced away with a slight smirk “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Fudou, I know you're the only one who knows where I put that thing when I take it off.” He held his hand out “C'mon. Give me the eyepatch back.”

“Why do you wear the old thing anyways?” He asked, tilting his head with an arched eyebrow “You can see just fine out of that eye, if not a little blurrier. It's kinda intimidating too.” He grinned “Could be a good scare tactic to frighten opponents.”

“Didn't we already do that in Shin Teikoku? I wear it for personal reasons, now hand it over.”

Fudou huffed an exasperated sigh and reached into his pocket, fishing around for the eyepatch and throwing it at him “Here, take it.”

Sakuma caught it and pulled it on “Thanks. Now stop stealing my stuff or I'll tell Coach Kudou.”

“Ooh, Coach Kudou, I'm soooo scared.” He feigned fear, cowering mockingly as Sakuma started to walk off.

As Sakuma was walking away with a triumphant smirk on his face, Fudou's packer hit him in the back of the head.

iii. to admire

“Babe.”

Sakuma glanced up from the magazine he held “Hm?”

Fudou gave a slight grin “Take your eyepatch off.”

The other huffed and turned away, focusing back on his magazine. Fudou pouted and flopped across the bed, wrapping his arms around Sakuma's midsection and nuzzling into the small of his back “Babe, c'mon..”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Fudou, I said no.”

“Baaaaaaabe...” Fudou whined, soon getting an idea. He let go of Sakuma's midsection and sat up, reaching around to pull his eyepatch off. It was easier than trying to pull off his childhood one, since this one was just softer fabric and didn't contain any metal. He snatched up the eyepatch and ran off, Sakuma giving an exasperated sigh.

He dogeared the page and stood up from the bed, following Fudou out of the room “Fudou, come on, give it back.”

“Naaaah.” He called from somewhere in the house “You'll have to catch me first.”

Sakuma pressed his fingers to his temple and rubbed in slow circles, feeling a headache coming on. He walked around the house until he found Fudou hiding behind the couch. He leaned over the couch and looked to the brunette crouched behind it, the eyepatch gripped tightly in his left hand.

“Fudou. Give it back.”

Fudou just grinned “No.”

“Fudou.”

“Why do you never let me see your eye anyway? It's really nice looking.”

Sakuma leaned more over the couch “Flattery will get you nowhere, now give it to me.” He tried to snatch the eyepatch from him, Fudou just scooting back.

“You're not getting this back that easily.”

“What do I have to do to get it back?”

Fudou waggled his eyebrows, leaning up a bit “Kiss me.”

Sakuma sighed again and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Fudou's lips, snatching the eyepatch from him in his moment of dazed surprise afterwards.

He walked away and pulled the eyepatch on, grumbling lightly with a light hint of color dusted on his cheeks as Fudou eased himself out from behind the couch.

to allow

Fudou stepped out of the shower with a groan and a stretch, reaching to wrap a towel around his waist and drape one over his head. He dried off and picked up his dirty clothes from the floor, tossing them in the hamper and starting for his and Sakuma's room. He pulled on a pair of boxers and a sleeveless shirt before climbing into bed with the already still Sakuma, wrapping his arms around his waist and nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Mm, babe..” He spoke against his skin, the other shifting to turn and face him. Fudou, noticing something was off, moved to brush the hair away from his face, arching an eyebrow.

“Not wearing your eyepatch?” He asked.

“Nah, figured there was no use in sleeping with it on.” He responded with a soft smile.

Fudou smiled back “This is new.” He hummed “You never take that thing off except when you shower.”

“I know.” He started “It's good to change things up sometimes, though.”

“You're usually so apprehensive about letting me see your eye.” He spoke, brushing the hair away from his face again “It's kinda nice to see it without having to steal your eyepatch.”

“Yeah, well, I figured I should give you a chance to see it without having to go to all that trouble.”

“Wait, really?”

Sakuma nodded “Mhm.”

Fudou grinned and snuggled closer, nuzzling his cheek a bit “That's sweet.”

The brunette moved to cup Sakuma's cheek in his hand, running his thumb under the abnormal eye and just admiring it for a moment. Sakuma closed his eyes and Fudou leaned in to press a kiss to his eyelid, soft and gentle. Holding him close, Fudou just kept eye contact with him, a small smile on his face.

“Thanks.” He muttered.

Sakuma just hummed quietly in response.

“Are you gonna take that thing off at night from now on?”

He chuckled “Mmmmaybe. If I feel like it.”

“Good.”

Sakuma soon yawned, reaching up and rubbing at one of his eyes.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.”

“Let's get to sleep then.”

“Mm.”

Fudou tightened his arms around him and nuzzled under his chin, giving a content sigh. Sakuma just tilted his head back so Fudou had more room, his eyes closed.

“G'night Fudou.” He spoke.

“Night babe.”

When Fudou woke up to Sakuma flopped across the bed, snoring quietly, he couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

#fic #fudou akio #sakuma jirou #fusaku #this is gay and i had fun with this

[aerself]

title: rocket's red glare rating: pg-13 (implications of sex, implications of alcohol use, pda, possible unsanitary warning? someone eats an old hamburger they found in their pants. that sounds weird but its tru) words: 1715 summary: the day after an all-night fourth of july celebration with the unicorn team, ichinose realizes his feelings are a lot stronger than he had first assumed notes: HAHA LOL IM GAY. this was gonna have something about the actual night of the party but i couldnt get anything to sound right. OH WELL. its 6 am im havin a blast here's this gay thing. also i forgot to mention this is during college so theyre like 18-19?? yeah

When Ichinose awoke the next morning with a sharp pain in his head and an ache further down, he didn't know what to think. His vision blurry, he sat up, looking around the room. It was an absolute mess. Mark and Dylan were passed out on top of eachother on the couch, the former still partially donned his costume from the night before while the latter was stripped to his boxers, McDonalds bags were littered around the room, and the brunette thought he could see Domon laying out in the hallway. He moved to get up but winced, finding the ache too much to bear, so he just crawled out into the hallway, looking over the taller boy.

Domon lay asleep in the hallway, his clothes and hair disheveled and- wait, was that a hickey on his neck?! With closer inspection, Ichinose discovered there were two, a third on his collarbone when he pulled the shirt collar aside a bit. He huffed. What happened last night? He couldn't remember, he shook his head in an attempt to clear it but that just made his migraine worsen. He slowly managed to stand up, easing himself down the hall to find the bathroom.

He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, staring bleary eyed at his reflection. Once his vision cleared and he could see better, he tilted his head and leaned closer to the mirror, pulling his shirt collar aside. Just as he expected, he found a dark mark on his neck, a smaller one near it. He grumbled lightly. Something definitely happened last night, but he couldn't remember what. Oh well, he thought. Might as well go wake up Domon. Maybe he'll remember something.

He made his way back to where Domon lay in the hallway, crouching next to the taller boy's sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, Ichinose smiled a bit as he just sat there for a moment, watching him. He had to know, though, so he reached over and shook Domon's arm “Domon.” He whispered “Domon, wake up.”

Domon stirred with a light groan, jerking his arm away from Ichinose and rolling onto his side on the floor, curling into himself earlier. Ichinose sighed again and moved to put both hands on his back, jostling him “Domon, c'moooooon..” He whined, the other slowly moving to sit up.

“Mm, what is it?” He asked, reaching a hand up to rub at his eye “I was kinda sleeping, y'know.”

“I know, I know, I just need your help with something.” He responded, wincing a bit as the pain in his head throbbed. Okay, gotta speak quieter. He moved to tug the collar of his own shirt aside, tilting his head “Do you know anything about this?? I don't remember anything. Also, probably unrelated note, but my ass really hurts.”

Domon peered at the marks for a moment, a light grin spreading across his face before making eye contact with Ichinose “Looks like someone got some action last night.”

“Yeah, you too.” He responded “Pull your shirt collar aside.”

“Wait, really??” Despite his doubts, Domon did as he was told, tugging his collar aside. Ichinose peered closely at them “You can't exactly see them like this, go look in the mirror or something. Bathroom's down that way.” He gestured with his head in the direction of the bathroom, watching Domon stand and rush to the bathroom.

“O-Oh my god!” Ichinose heard him exclaim, Domon soon running back to the hallway, his eyes kinda wide “I-I barely even remember getting these..”

“Mm, you and me both.” He responded, still trying to be quiet “What do you think happened?”

Domon sat back down, thinking hard for a moment “Hmm... Mark and Dylan were occupied by eachother, from what I remember..”

“Heh, yeah, I remember that.” Ichinose responded, grinning “Them out on the balcony in a passionate liplock and we were all chanting USA around them.. I wonder if they remember that.”

“I dunno.” The taller of the two responded, shrugging “Anyways, the rest of the team seemed to be caught up in their own thing. I found Billy passed out with a Big Mac on his face. So, since the rest of the team seemed to already be preoccupied by their own thing or eachother, that just leaves..”

“..Us?” Ichinose asked, tilting his head a bit.

Domon nodded “Mhm.”

“And this soreness in my ass, does that mean..”

Another nod.

Ichinose paused. Him and Domon?... If he had to be honest, it made sense. To him at least. They were both drunk off their asses, and the brunette knew he had developed sort of a thing for the taller boy over the years. Leave two drunk sexually frustrated teenagers alone in a room together and something's bound to happen. And if he had to be absolutely, completely honest, he was kinda disappointed that he barely remembered any of it.

Ichinose soon spoke up, shrugging a bit “Well, what happened happened. Can't exactly do anything about it now.”

“..Ichinose?” Domon asked, tilting his head “You're seriously okay with this?”

“Well, yeah. I'm not surprised, really.” He responded “Considering the mood of the party, something was bound to happen. Mark and Dylan are passed out on eachother on the couch, pretty sure they did something like we did, too.”

“Ichinose, everybody knows about Mark and Dylan.” He responded, arching an eyebrow “Hell, we all cheered them on as they made out on the balcony last night, it's kinda obvious.” He huffed a light sigh “Anyways, I'm glad we have the same opinion about all this.”

“Wait, what?”

“I don't really mind that it happened.” Domon responded, fidgeting a bit “I mean, I'd rather something like that happening when I'm, yknow, not drunk as hell, but this is fine too.”

Ichinose smiled slightly, pulling his knees up to his chest “That's good, I guess.” He responded “Now, I dunno about you, but I've got a pretty intense headache. I need to go get something for this.” He moved to stand but stumbled, crying out quietly in pain and moving to support himself on the wall “Ah, shit, still hurts..”

Domon stood up and moved to put an arm around Ichinose, tilting his head a bit to look at him “You okay? Here, I'll help. I kinda need to get something for a headache too anyways.”

The two slowly made their way to the kitchen, Domon going to rummage around in the cabinets “Hm, should be in here somewhere...” He muttered, soon finding a small bottle “Yes, here's the aspirin.” He moved to grab a glass, filling it with tap water from the sink and opening the bottle, shaking a couple of the pills out onto his hand.

He gave the bottle to Ichinose and downed the pills, taking a drink of water and tilting his head back before swallowing. He passed the glass of water to Ichinose, the other giving him a weird look.

“We're sharing the glass?” He asked, arching an eyebrow

“Oh, come on, Ichinose.” Domon started, giving a slight grin “After what we did last night, sharing the same glass of water isn't a big deal.”

“...Good point.” He grabbed a couple pills out of the bottle and swallowed them, drinking some water afterwards. He set both the glass of water and the aspirin bottle down on the counter, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand “I hope that works, this headache is killing me..”

“Mm, me too.” Domon responded, giving a quiet yawn “I'm actually still a little tired.. You don't exactly get the best sleep when laying on the floor.”

“Do you wanna go back to sleep?”

“Yeah, kinda. See ya later, then.” He started to walk off before Ichinose stepped after him, grabbing onto the back of his shirt to stop the taller boy in his tracks. Domon looked back at him and arched an eyebrow again “What is it?”

“...Could I come with you?”

Domon blinked, then smiled, nodding a bit “Of course.” He turned, causing Ichinose to let go of his shirt, and wrapped an arm around the other to help him walk “C'mon.”

The two started for a place to sleep off the rest of their hangovers, soon stumbling opon a bedroom that somehow wasn't occupied “Here?” Domon asked, looking down at the brunette next to him.

“Yeah, here works.” Ichinose responded, stifling a yawn.

Domon walked him over to the bed and sat down, Ichinose climbing onto the bed next to him and leaning on him a bit “M' still sore..” He muttered, closing his eyes. The taller boy just reached up to run a hand through Ichinose's hair, smiling lightly. “Sorry, it's my fault. Now, c'mon, let's get back to sleep.”

The two moved to climb into bed, Ichinose nuzzling sleepily down into the pillow “This is much better than the chair I slept on.” He thought aloud, Domon just responding with a light chuckle “Oh yeah? Try sleeping on the floor.”

Ichinose soon moved to snuggle closer to Domon and slip his eyes closed, the other just responding with a surprised noise and a small smile, lazily draping an arm around him.

“G'night, Domon..” The brunette muttered.

“G'night, Ichinose.” He responded, nuzzling into the brunette's hair and pressing a light kiss to the top of his head with a soft sigh before the two dozed off. Ichinose was too far gone to notice the gentle touch of lips on his head, but he gave a faint smile in his light sleep.

Around ten minutes later, Dylan awoke with a start, sitting up off of the boy he lay on and looking around. He shifted to sit up, glancing over at Mark, who was still in his patriotic costume from the night before—though it was a bit mussed up. Oh, right. Freedom day. How could he possibly forget. He shifted more and felt something strange, so he reached down and grabbed the hem of his boxers, lifting them up. He reached in and pulled out a very flattened and messy hamburger, arching an eyebrow as he peered at it for a moment.

“So THAT'S where my Big Mac ended up.” He muttered to himself, bringing it up to his mouth and taking a bite.

#fic #ichido #inazuma eleven #thsi is gay dont look atme

[aerself]

fics im working on

im posting this bc i suck and i need to keep track of stuff i have started/want to start

seindesu, nsfw (might not even finish ive lost so much motivation)

seindesu, domestic au (will be finished soon if i can work myself out of the corner ive written into)

something taiyou related, probably taiten? idk somethin rly cute and sweet bc that boy deserves the world (not started)

seindesu, gore (barely started, will be on pegasusshot)

burn/gran, hard vore (not started, will be on pegasusshot)

possibly hirogure, soft vore (not started, will be on pegasusshot) not sure about this one bc idk how id even write vore of them, tho i can assure u it would be willing vore if i even write it

#vore mention -

[aerself]

so..... i did make the vore fic blog. hi im gross but you guys wont have to deal with it anymore unless u actually want to for some reason

blog is here. woohoo lookat me wasting canon hissatsu urls on vore blogs

i disgust myself but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who cares

[aerself]

im thinking about making a separate writing blog just for all this vore shit, since i have two other ideas that i wanna work on after finishing this one fic but i dont wanna clutter up this blog with my gross vore shit.................... what do you guys think, is it a good idea or ??

[aerself]

title: end rating: hmm. guess what this is. its vore. im disgusting words: 450 summary: kurama accepts his fate notes: please take any and all writing programs away from me so i cant shit this gross trite out anymore

“M-Minamisawa, please...”

Kurama squirmed in his former teammate's grip. The other had visited him seemingly on a whim, and Kurama was delighted to see him until Minamisawa gave him something that made him shrink. Now an inch tall and nearly being crushed in the other's grip, he wondered where he went wrong.

“Minamisawa, come on, let go of me!!” Kurama exclaimed, trying to wiggle his way out of Minamisawa's hand. The other didn't respond, all he did was tighten his grip and lift the smaller boy up above him, opening his mouth and starting to lower the blue boy towards his gaping maw.

Kurama went into a fit of panic, trying to get away from the mouth he was being lowered towards. He couldn't do anything, however. If he told Minamisawa to let go of him, he'd be dropped into his mouth and surely eaten. But if he didn't do anything to get away, he'd meet that same fate. Warm breath enveloped him as he was lowered closer, just wincing at the heat and hoping Minamisawa would be merciful, essentially giving up at this point.

He thought he had surrendered, but his assumption was far from the truth. Dropping him in, Minamisawa turned him every which way in his mouth, trying to get a good taste. Kurama scrambled to get away from the throat, trying to grip onto his tongue and pull his way up, but Minamisawa just pressed him to the roof of his mouth, the other letting out a choked gasp. After a bit, Minamisawa, satisfied with Kurama's taste, swallowed, sending Kurama on the tight and uncomfortable trip down his throat.

He couldn't do much on the trip down, only squirm and try to pull his way up. Minamisawa grumbled a bit, swallowing again. Kurama was surprisingly hard to swallow. He didn't have a water bottle, unfortunately, so he just had to keep swallowing and hope for the best.

He swallowed one last time and Kurama shot down into his stomach, the tiny boy hitting the acids in his stomach with a quiet splash. He stood up, wading through the stinging acids and heading for a more shallow end of the stomach, beating on the walls of the organ with tiny fists.

“M-Minamisawa, let me out!” He yelled, only gaining a chuckle out of the taller boy. He sighed contently, a hand on his stomach, listening to the blue boy's muffled cries.

Kurama soon collapsed back into the acids, just staring blankly up. The acids stung at him, but he didn't care, he found himself too weak to stand back up. He eventually passed out from lack of oxygen, knowing he had no way to escape his fate.

#fic #minamisawa atsushi #kurama norihito #minakura #vore #IM GROSS ODNT LOOK AT ME

[aerself]

title: devour rating: why do i have to rate these. its vore. soft vore. uhh words: 626 summary: gazel finds a meal notes: im shitting these gross fics out at the speed of light. i have another in wip get ready. seems i only get motivated to write vore late at night hmm i wonder why that may be

Gazel grinned.

Burn had been shrunken down earlier that day as punishment for messing up during practice, and the ice-hearted striker had snatched him up before anyone else could. He didn't question how he was now an inch or so tall, but he didn't care, sneaking the tiny boy into his room.

“G-Gazel! Put me down!” The boy yelled, squirming in his grip and trying to ease his way out of his hand.

He paid no mind to Burn clawing angrily at his finger, only tightening his grip a bit as he moved to lock the door of his room, sitting down on his bed. He licked his lips a bit as he just watched the smaller boy try and escape, soon stilling and just looking up at Gazel wide eyed.

“..What are you planning on doing?”

Gazel didn't respond.

“You're giving me this weird look, I don't like it..”

His grin widened “Good.”

Gazel loosened his grip around Burn a bit, only to pick him up by his clothes, holding him up over him and opening his mouth. He started to lower the redhead towards him, the small boy going into a fit of panic.

“Gazel, c'mon, you can't do this! Someone will notice I've gone missing eventually!”

He shrugged “No they won't. No one else was present for your punishment, I'll just tell them that you got on Gran's bad side and had to be sent away.” He grinned, soon realizing something.

“Oh, you're right, I can't do this. Not like this, anyways.” He pulled the small striker away from his mouth, starting to pull off the soccer uniform the boy wore “Don't wanna get cloth stuck in my throat.”

Burn threw verbal protest after verbal protest at Gazel, but he just grinned almost slyly in response and soon got the uniform off, the redhead just glaring at him. He lifted him up over his mouth again and dropped him in, giving him no time to be embarrassed over being stripped down.

Gazel crossed his arms and brushed Burn with his tongue, trying to get a good taste of him. The small boy tried his best to escape, but with Gazel's tongue turning him every which way, he couldn't orient himself in the dark cavern. Soon satisfied with Burn's taste (It was nice—kind of spicy and dense, if he could put it into words), Gazel tilted his head back and swallowed him, sending him down to his stomach.

The tight, slimy walls of Gazel's esophagus made Burn feel almost claustrophobic as he slid down, trying and failing to force his way up. Gazel reached for a bottle of water on his nightstand and twisted the cap off, starting to chug its contents. The rush of water hit Burn in no time, sending him faster down to Gazel's stomach.

He landed with a splash, already soaked from the water hitting him. He yelped quietly as he hit the stomach acids, stinging his naked body. He stood up and waded through them, trying his best to stay out of the acids but continuing to slip back into them.

“Gazel, let me out!!” He yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth. He continued to shout up to the silvery haired boy, soon growing weak from lack of oxygen and falling over into the stomach acids.

Gazel lay on his bed, a hand on his stomach as he gave a content sigh “Lucky you, Burn..” He started, glancing down at his stomach and rubbing it a bit “My voice is the last you'll ever hear.”

Burn's vision soon went out of focus, passing out in the pool of acids. The last voice he heard before losing consciousness was Gazel's, muffled and fuzzy, ringing in his pained ears.

#inazuma eleven #nagumo haruya #suzuno fuusuke #i almost forgot their human names lmao #fic #pleas dont look at me take this shit and LEAVE #i actually like this one better than the seindesu vore i did tho hmm

[aerself]

title: timeline rating: G to PG (pda warning for like 3/4 of these) words: 1207 summary: a series of four drabbles showing a week in the life of hamano and hayami notes: ya!!! birthday gift for teshima-junta. kennedy ur cool here have this gay ass fucking hamyam for ur day of birth

drabble 1 title: caught rating: G words: 271 summary: hamano helps hayami catch a fish notes: ya this ones not too gay but w/e here

“H-Hamano, help!!”

The midfielder cried out frantically, yanking at his fishing pole. He and Hamano had decided to go to fishing, and while Hayami usually never caught anything, today seemed to be his lucky break. Hamano jumped up from his seat and stepped over behind Hayami, wrapping his hands around the fishing pole and yanking back “C'mon, pull!”

Their efforts were enough to pull the fish out of the water, soon reeling it in (Hamano had to work the reel, Hayami was too nervous that he would lose it if he did, so he just held the rod steady instead). Hamano grinned widely once they got it out of the water, leaning over and peering at it “Ooh, good one Hayami. Nice catch.”

He stepped out from behind Hayami and shoved a hand into his jacket pocket, fishing around for his phone and stepping back a bit “Hayami, hold the fish up! I wanna get a photo!”

Hayami grimaced a bit, slumping his shoulders “Hamano, do you really have to do this?”

“Of course! It's your first catch, I have to document this!” He flipped his phone open, accessing the camera “Hayamiiiii, hold it up!”

Hayami moved to hold the fish up by the hook, holding the pole in his other hand. He gave a slight smile, the other holding up his phone “Hayami, smile more!” He grumbled quietly and widened his smile, giving a soft grin. Hamano mimicked this grin and snapping a photo “Got it!”

He went excitedly over to Hayami, showing him the picture. Hayami smiled lightly. Maybe Hamano's enthusiasm about his first catch was a good thing.

--

drabble 2 title: fondness rating: PG (pda warning) words: 176 notes: hamano tells hayami of his feelings summary: this ones about a few days later? maybe? idk here take this gay thing

“Y'know... I'm pretty fond of you, Hayami.”

The taller boy stilled, just looking at Hamano with a surprised expression “..What?” Hamano continued, giving a sheepish smile.

“I don't really know myself? You're just really nice to be around and when we hang out and stuff I get this fluttery warm feeling and it's really hard to explain but it's kinda nice. I guess what I'm trying to say is..”

The goggle clad boy stood on his toes and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to Hayami's lips.

It took a few seconds for the redhead to register what was happening, and by that time Hamano was already pulling away, smiling lightly at him “That's the best way I could explain it.”

Red faced and wide eyed in surprise, Hayami just stood there, trying to figure out what to say but only getting out a stuttered, quiet gasp of “H-Hamano..”

Hamano just grinned a bit, giving a small peace sign before starting off back to his house “See you tomorrow, Hayami!”

Hayami felt like he was melting.

--

drabble 3 title: return rating: PG (pda warning) words: 209 summary: hayami reciprocates notes: uh. day after the last one. yeah. hayami seems a bit ooc to me but i dont care lmao

“Can I come over today?”

Hamano was met with a fidgety Hayami outside of the school entrance, the taller boy looking down at his feet. He just grinned “Don't gotta ask me twice, come on!” He reached out for Hayami's hand and grabbed it lightly, starting for his place with the redhead in tow.

The two soon made it to Hamano's house, the shorter of the two pulling open the door to his house and stepping inside, sliding off his shoes. They soon made their way to Hayami's room, all the while Hamano held onto his hand, not really caring or thinking to let go. He soon did, however, flopping on his bed and just looking at Hayami with a light smile.

Hayami moved to sit next to him, then lay down. Hamano turned on his side so they were seeing eye to eye, the soft smile still on his face.

“I don't mind you coming over of course, but why did you wanna come here?” Hamano asked, tilting his head a bit.

Hayami answered in leaning closer, pressing a feather-light kiss to the goggle clad boy's lips.

Hamano blinked in confusion once he pulled away, cheeks red. Hayami just smiled lightly.

“To return what you gave me yesterday.”

--

drabble 4 title: contentment rating: PG (pda warning) words: 551 notes: hayami finds comfort summary: that weekend?? yeah. im tired. this is also kinda cliche but i love the ferris wheel thing im hamyam trash and im sorry

“Hayami, look! Let's go on the roller coaster!”

Hamano had decided to drag Hayami to a local amusement park to give them something to do that weekend. The former was having a lot of fun.

Hayami, on the other hand, felt like he was gonna be sick.

He was whiteknuckle gripping the safety bar, tears welling up in his eyes. Hamano glanced over at him with a concerned expression, moving to rest a hand on Hayami's, giving him a soft smile. Hayami calmed a bit, the ride soon ending. He staggered off the ride, Hamano's hand on his shoulder.

“You alright? You seemed pretty shaken up there.” Hamano asked, looking over to Hayami.

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine, rollercoasters just aren't really my forte..”

“Aw, m'sorry. You should've spoken up, I wouldn't have dragged you on it if I had known.”

He smiled lightly “No, it's fine. You seemed so excited for it, I didn't wanna tell you.”

The two just wandered around the amusement park, playing a few games and riding a couple other rides (Hamano happened upon a game where the prizes were stuffed animals, and he found himself good at it, winning a dolphin plush for himself and another different one for Hayami.). It soon got dark, the ferris wheel in the middle of the park lighting up “Hayami, we should go on the ferris wheel! You're not afraid of heights, are you?”

“No, heights are fine, I can handle it.” He responded, smiling lightly.

They made their way to the wheel, buying tickets and stepping inside one of the seats. The door closed behind them and they sat down, Hayami looking out the window of the capsule as the ride began to move.

Hamano soon rested a head on Hayami's shoulder, sighing happily to himself. Hayami felt his cheeks flush a bit, glancing to the shorter boy and giving a slight smile. They sat like this for a bit, enjoying eachother's presence.

“Hey, Hayami?”

“Hm?”

“..Do you like me?”

Hayami had to pause a moment, processing Hamano's question before responding “I believe I do.”

He smiled lightly “Good to know.”

Another moment of silence, before Hayami spoke up “Hamano?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember earlier this week?”

“Mhm. What about it?”

He fidgeted a bit out of nervousness “C-Could we do that again..?”

Hamano arched an eyebrow “Do what?”

Hayami sighed “You said you remembered...”

It took a moment, but Hamano soon realized what Hayami was asking for and he sat up, his cheeks tinted a light red “O-Oh, that!!” He turned to face Hayami “Of course we can!”

The taller boy smiled lightly, chuckling a bit “Honestly, Hamano... I don't know how you even remember your own name..”

Hamano grumbled a bit and soon leaned in, giving the other a light kiss. It took Hayami off guard, but he soon relaxed into it, now able to fully enjoy it since he half-expected this one.

They broke away after a few seconds, Hamano smiling lightly at him. They just held eye contact for a bit, the taller kind of admiring the boy in front of him, before Hamano spoke up.

“Hayami?”

“Mhm?”

“I think I figured out how to explain what I was feeling.”

“Really? How?”

His smile softened “I think I love you.”

Hayami nearly choked on a breath.

#fic #hayami tsurumasa #hamano kaiji #hayahama #inazuma eleven GO #dotn look at me just take this gay thing and Leave

[aerself]

title: repent rating: i. i dont know what to rate this as?? its vore. soft vore. vomit warning. dont look at me im gro ss words: 660 summary: sein punishes desuta for his sins notes: UHHHHHH dont look at me. its 5 am and i have bad ideas at 5 am. this is my first finished vore fic so its probably bad. please dont look atm e. also i dont know if it makes any sense for the prey to hear the predator speaking and vice versa but i dont care we're talking about a scenario where a tiny person gets EATEN i dont have to make sense here

Desuta didn't know what to do.

Sein did.

Being shrunk down to nearly two inches tall by some sort of divine intervention, the demon forward was squirming in Sein's tight grip. Sein sat on his bed in his room, just looking at the once ferocious boy in his hand.

“C-C'mon, Sein, put me down!! You're kinda crushing me here..”

Sein just stared him down, an almost predatorial gleam in his eyes “I have no reason to.”

Desuta met his gaze, fear in his expression “Y'know, you seem a lot more threatening when I'm this small..”

“Good.” Sein grinned, soon holding the tiny demon up and over his mouth.

Desuta began to panic “S-Sein!! What are you doing?!”

“Punishing you for your sins.” Was all the angel said, lowering him towards his open mouth.

“P-Please, Sein, don't do this!! I'll do anything, I'll repent, convert, whatever, just don't eat me!”

“Oh, don't worry.” He grinned “You won't be down there for long.”

His warm breath enveloping Desuta, he fidgeted, trying to escape the angel's grasp. Sein soon got bored of seeing him squirm and dropped him in.

He started trying to get a taste of Desuta, the small boy squirming around in his mouth. Saliva coated him as he attempted escape, Sein just tilting his heaad a bit so he couldn't get out the way he came in. Not yet, at least. The demon had an oddly delicious flavor. He couldn't get enough of it. After a couple moments, he swallowed, sending Desuta down his throat.

It was a slow, tight trip down. Sein knew it would take awhile but he didn't drink anything to speed up the process. He wanted Desuta to be punished, after all. The demon tried to grip the walls of his esophagus and pull his way up, but his efforts were futile, soon sending him down into Sein's stomach.

Desuta was absolutely disgusted.

He stood up, looking around at the inside of Sein's stomach. The stomach acids stung him, not enough to digest just yet. He beat on the walls of his stomach, yelling “Sein!! Let me out! You said I wouldn't be in here for long, right?!”

Sein just grinned and lied back on his bed, a hand on his stomach “Give me a little while, Desuta..” He spoke, the other beginning to panic a little.

–

“Uh, Sein?”

It had been a short while, and now Desuta was really worrying. The stomach acids still stung at him, and it was starting to hurt a lot “Sein, I'm digesting a little in here..”

With that, the angel stood, grabbing a small bottle off his bedside table “This will only take a minute, Desuta.” He started for the bathroom, making his way inside and unscrewing the cap. He stood at the counter, tilting his head back and downing the contents of the bottle.

He soon began to feel queasy, an arm tightening around his stomach and one covering his mouth, he staggered a bit, soon kneeling on the floor. It was unsanitary, but doing this in the toilet was a definite no-go. Doubling over, he coughed a couple times, soon expelling the contents of his stomach onto the tile floor.

The demon landed on the floor with a quiet thud, muffled by the gagging noises of the boy above him. He made a disgusted wheeze as he realized what the other had done, lifting a vomit covered arm.

“Eugh, gross...” He muttered, looking up at Sein, who had gone quiet, just doubled over on the floor now, both arms tightened around his stomach. He was trembling a bit.

He soon straightened up, however, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking at Desuta with a grin, a slight glint in his eye. It made Desuta nervous, and he scooted back a bit, not really caring about the vomit surrounding him at this point “Was that enough for you?”

He nodded.

“So you'll repent?”

He nodded again.

Sein grinned.

“Perfect.”

#fic #inazuma eleven #desuta #sein #seindesu #DONT LOOK AT ME !!! LITERALLY DONT

[aerself]

title: sorting rating: pg-13 (?) (slight mentions of alcohol, pda) words: 2124 summary: domon wonders if the sorting hat was right. ichinose helps him confirm it was notes: yoooo harry potter au!! seems all i ever finish is ichido. here take this gay thing

“Gryffindor!”

The dining hall erupted in cheers as the proud first year stood up from his seat, a wide grin on his face. The brunette took the hat off and set it on the stool, starting for the Gryffindor table. “Congrats, Kazuya!” Another boy called, gesturing to him and patting the empty seat next to him.

The boy sat down with a grin, wondering who would be called up next.

“Domon Asuka.”

His grin widened. His best friend was about to get sorted. He crossed his fingers under the table as the other went up to the stool the hat sat on, hoping he’d get sorted into the same house.

The pureblood wiped a bead of nervous sweat from his brow and swallowed his fear, going up and sitting down on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head and he squeezed his eyes shut, almost in fear of what the hat would announce.

It took a bit. The hat seemed to contemplate it’s choices, but soon burst out with a loud yell of “Gryffindor!”

The hall once again erupted in cheers, the tall, nervous boy standing up and taking the hat off, starting for the Gryffindor table. Was the hat right? Maybe he was better off in Ravenclaw or something.. Wasn’t Gryffindor the house for the brave at heart?

Those thoughts soon faded away, however, when he saw Ichinose’s wide grin as he jumped up from the table and startled the other with a quick, tight hug, pulling him to sit down at the table.

Maybe he was just overthinking things. Maybe Gryffindor was the house for him. Either way, he was stuck here. Might as well get used to it.

–

It was three years later, and Domon was still having his doubts. Gryffindor was the house of heroes, the house of strong willed, courageous students who didn’t back down from a challenge. He really didn’t fit in here. He sighed, hunching over his work. He had to study for a big test tomorrow, and the information just wasn’t sinking in. He couldn’t help but worry about his sorting, about how he felt so out of place here. He never told anyone, though, Ichinose seemed so happy to have him in the same house that he never even dared to bring up his doubts.

The door to the dorm room was thrown open and an elated Ichinose started in, Mark and Dylan by his side “Hey, Domon!!” He called, going over to him “Studying for that Potions test tomorrow?” The other just nodded, trying to immerse himself in his work.

The brunette wasn’t letting up, however “We just went and visited Aki and Nishigaki, found them wandering around by the Hufflepuff dorm room and figured we’d catch up after not seeing eachother for awhile. Man, being in separate houses from your friends is tough..” He wandered over to his bed and flopped down on it, giving an exasperated sigh.

That only worsened Domon’s anxiety about the whole house thing. Mark and Dylan decided they were gonna go wander around for awhile and left, the dorm empty except for Domon and Ichinose. Ichinose stood up from his bed and went over to where Domon sat by the fire, taking the empty seat next to him “Can I study with you?? Lost my notes, I’m kinda screwed for this test if ya don’t let me.” He chuckled lightly, giving a small grin.

Domon smiled back “Of course you can. I don’t want you to fail Potions class or anything.”

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, looking over the notes for the test. Domon couldn’t focus, however, and he suspected that Ichinose noticed this.

He was right.

The brunette put an arm around the taller boy’s shoulders “Hey, you alright? You look kinda spacey.” Domon just sighed lightly, leaning into him a bit “Yeah, I’m.. I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.”

Ichinose sighed a bit “Aw, c’mon, I’ve known you all my life. That’s not the face of a happy Domon.” He just chuckled lightly “Mm, guess you’re right. I’m kinda troubled right now, I wouldn’t wanna bother you with my problems.”

“Domon, c’mon.. You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“Alright, alright, fine, I’ll tell you. It’s.. something that has been bothering me for awhile. Since we got into Hogwarts, even.”

He sighed, taking a moment to steel his nerves “I guess.. I feel that I don’t fit in in Gryffindor. Gryffindor is the house of bravery and courage, it’s for those strong of will and.. I don’t fit that. I haven’t done anything special, why did the Sorting Hat put me in here? I think I’d fit in more in, I dunno, Ravenclaw or something. They’re wise, right? I didn’t wanna voice my frustrations since you seemed so happy to be in the same house as me, and I figured the feeling would subside soon after being sorted, but it didn’t..” He stopped talking, not entirely sure what to say next. He looked up at Ichinose to find a concerned look on his friend’s face, almost as if he was thinking hard.

He was about to say something, possibly bring the brunette back to reality before the other moved to take his hands in his, still looking at him intently “Domon. You belong here, trust me. Mark, Dylan, anyone else could tell you those exact same words.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts, Domon. Now, I need you to believe me here. You. Belong. In. Gryffindor. I can’t think of anyone else who fits in better. Well, other than Endou, but that’s besides the point.” He chuckled a bit, smiling sheepishly as his facial expression softened “You belong here. You know me, I don’t lie about this kind of thing.”

The other just sighed lightly again, looking down at their hands as Ichinose ran a thumb over the back of his. “But… But how would you know that?”

Ichinose just gave him a concerned look as he looked up from their hands, a stern expression on his face.

“How can you say that when I’m the one who’s always been just your shadow all your life?”

The brunette paused, eyes wide, giving him a look of complete and utter surprise.

“I mean, you’ve always been better than me at everything.. I wouldn’t be surprised if you passed that Potions test tomorrow without studying, really. You always seem to be the center of attention. I can’t compete with that.”

Ichinose’s look turned to one of shock “Domon..”

Coming back to reality and realizing what he said, Domon pulled his hands away from Ichinose’s “Oh god,” He started, putting his face in his hands “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t really mean that..”

“Then why did you say it?..”

Domon paused, keeping his face hidden in his hands. Ichinose just reached out and hesitantly rested his hand on the other’s cheek, stroking it lightly.

“I had no idea you felt that way.. Domon, I can tell you right here right now, and if you give me the time I can prove it to you, that you aren’t just my shadow.”

Domon slowly moved to uncover his face, looking at him with a nervous glint in his eye “..How?”

He smiled a bit, softly “Gimme a minute, alright? I’m quite sure I can prove it. I mean, I know you better than anyone else here. Have faith in me, please.”

He lowered his hands to his lap, looking at Ichinose almost expectantly “..Okay, fine.”

The brunette’s smile turned into a slight grin and he moved to rest his other hand on Domon’s cheek, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

His eyes widened.

It took him a few moments to process what was happening, and even once he did he had no idea what to do. Ichinose had kissed him once before, but that was when they were third years, out behind The Three Broomsticks, and Ichinose had drunk a bit too much butterbeer. Domon had brushed that off as the butterbeer’s fault and pushed it to the back of his head—though if he had to admit, he remembered it every now and then and almost regretted not reciprocating. He’d never admit it, however.

Ichinose had pulled away by the time he realized he should have kissed back (because, in all honesty, he kinda wanted to), just smiling lightly at Domon.

The taller boy paused, still frozen in place “…Did you get ahold of some butterbeer earlier or something?”

The brunette laughed, a light chuckle that reminded Domon even more of that day “No, of course not. The Hogsmeade excursion isn’t for a few days.”

“Then why did you..?”

“I figured it’d help. Get your mind of things, relax, you know.”

Domon just arched an eyebrow, a questioning look crossing his face “Can’t say I’m relaxed.”

He chuckled again, scooting himself a bit closer “Aw, c’mon, you can at least say that you aren’t focused on what you said earlier anymore?”

“…Good point.”

“See what I mean?”

He sighed lightly, smiling a bit and shaking his head in near disbelief. This guy was a handful “Yeah, I see what you mean.”

Ichinose tilted his head a bit, his hands still on Domon’s cheeks. He glanced away, a sheepish smile on his face “Could I, maybe, you know.. Do that again?”

Domon paused, then nodded. Ichinose looked back to him and leaned in again, kissing him lightly and slipping his eyes closed. It took a few seconds, but Domon finally got his chance to reciprocate, closing his eyes and leaning into him, moving to drape an arm around the brunette’s shoulders.

He kept the kiss gentle, chaste. Soon pulling away, Ichinose just lightly stroked his cheek with one hand, smiling almost adoringly at Domon.

It made the other’s insides melt.

“I really don’t see why you think you’re less than me. If anything, you’re better.” He spoke, moving his hands to rest lightly on Domon’s shoulders.

Domon arched an eyebrow “Nah, you’re just saying that. I’m not better.”

“No way, man! You’re a Pureblood. Much better than some ol’ Muggleborn like me.”

He huffed a quiet sigh “Ichinose, putting yourself down isn’t going to help me here.”

He smiled sheepishly, glancing away a moment “I know, I know, just… Gimme a sec here. If it’s one thing I’m not good at, it’s helping people out with stuff like this.”

'You're doing a pretty damn good job.' Domon thought to himself as Ichinose leaned in again, giving him another small kiss.

This was working much better than any words could.

They kept at this for a bit, Ichinose giving him kisses and reassuring him of his greatness every time he pulled away. After awhile, Domon stopped arguing, finding himself enjoying the attention more and more with every word, every move of the other’s lips (that he also found himself wanting to capture in his own more and more, but that was almost besides the point). After a while, Ichinose pulled away and just rested his forehead on Domon’s, gazing into his eyes with a smile.

“Is that enough proof for you?”

“Yes.”

—

“Aw, damn…” Ichinose muttered to himself as they got their Potions test back a day later, resting his chin in his hand “Flunked it.”

Domon arched an eyebrow, grinning slightly and leaning sideways to sneak a peek at the brunette’s grade “You sure you didn’t fail it on purpose to make me feel like I’m better than you at something?”

Ichinose met his gaze and grinned back “No, of course not. You were always better than me at Potions anyways. Remember that Amortenia accident earlier this year? Rika’s still stuck on me.”

“And besides,” He started, setting his test paper down and grinning a bit wider “We never finished studying.”

Domon chuckled lightly, glancing away and resting a hand on the back of his neck as a trace of color rose to his cheeks “Right.. We didn’t.”

His test was handed to him and he groaned “I didn’t do too well either.”

Ichinose just leaned over and looked at it “Hm, better than mine. See, you are better than me at something.” He looked to Domon with a slight grin, that same one that made Domon feel nervous butterflies but also feel really warm at the same time “Told you.”

Domon chuckled, his expression softening “Yeah.. Guess you really did prove it to me, huh.”

“Yep!”

All the while, Rika was in the back of the class, audibly fawning over Ichinose. Domon mentally groaned. That was really beginning to get on his nerves, especially after the day previous. They’d have to find an antidote for the Amortenia soon.

#fic #inazuma eleven #ichinose kazuya #domon asuka #ichido