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Slip n' Slide

This is the story that I’d hinted at here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10718970/chapters/24128754

This had only ended in disaster, and she had nobody to blame for her current predicament but herself. The hot water spraying from the shower head was pelting her in the face, her eyes attempting to blink away the blurriness as she tried to comprehend her position; she was sprawled out over the floor of the base of the slippery tub, wrapped up in the pale blue shower curtain that she’d tried to use to steady herself with but had instead dragged down with her in her fall. The curtain rod was sticking out over the edge of the tub as a monument to her unsteady frame, almost mocking her for her clumsy carelessness. Perhaps she shouldn’t have doubled her weights for the leg press machine after all. Her knees were shaky and unsteady, and they had given out and buckled as she’d turned to rinse her hair under the spray, her feet sliding out from under her and causing her to stumble and fall. Her feet had squeaked as she’d slid along the slick surface, the screeching sound still echoing in her ears as she stared up at the ceiling. Shirayuki had tried to warn her that if she didn’t buy some of those little adhesives to stick to the bottom of the tub this could happen, and she’d sensibly agreed, making a mental note to pick some up at the hardware store at some point. At the time, one of the other open tabs in her brain had taken precedence over slightly abrasive tile stickers, and now she was paying the price for her negligence. Kiki winced and attempted to sit up but halted with wide and panicked eyes, freezing immediately at the searing pain branching out from her shoulder. Wrapping her fingers around the edge of the tub, her grip was white knuckled as she attempted to put minimal strain upon it in order to lift herself up and into a sitting position. She regretted the action immediately as a sharp pain sliced through her like a knife, crying out as the sensation took her breath away and made her stomach clench. This was not good. Panic began to flood her as she attempted to untangle herself from the wreckage of fabric and plastic in order to free her other arm but it was no use. She was home alone, her mind blank as she tried to come up with a possible scenario to get her out of this mess. She had no idea when anyone would be back, and her cell phone was charging in her room and way out of reach. She tried to smother the rising mania that was beginning to bubble up in her chest by leaning back against the gentle slope of the tub, trying to focus on her breathing as her eyes slammed shut. She attempted to arch her back and cried out as she jarred her injured shoulder lightly in the process. The metal curtain rod clanged loudly against the floor as it fell out of the tub, echoing off of the tile as she whimpered and bit her lip, the throbbing worsening to a pounding that began to pulsate within her dizzying head, loud and rhythmic. No, wait…that was a different pounding? Muffled noise was beginning to filter through her pain-wracked consciousness, drowning out from the thundering of the running water that continued to rain down upon her from above. The knob wiggled and jiggled ferociously, her desperation palpable as she cursed herself for locking the door; a once harmless life-long habit that had come around to bite her.

A loud bang had her jumping with a start, her vision going black around the edges as she jostled her arm and stoked the roaring fires of her misery with a sharp stick as she cried out again, her head falling back upon the cool porcelain in defeat. Another thud had her gritting her teeth, her brow furrowed as she squinted through the haze of her vision at the wooden barrier, trying to process just what was happening as a third bang had the door giving way and bouncing off of the wall with the force from behind it. Mitsuhide stood braced in the doorframe, wide shoulders taking up any available space, panting from the strain of having broken his way into the small bathroom, his eyes quickly sweeping over the scattered shampoo bottles that littered the floor, his frown deepening as he took in the sight of the shower curtain rod beside the tub. Kiki watched the flurry of emotions pass over his face as his gaze finally came to rest upon her, his eyes widening as his brain pieced together the information at last, stumbling his way into the space as he came to the conclusion of just what had happened. He called out to her, stepping over the debris and briefly sliding around in the spilled shampoo in his rush to get to her. She wanted to tell him to be careful, but he was already beside her before the words could even leave her lips. The knobs squeaked as he shut off the water at long last, her eyes closing with the relief at the deafening stillness that met her ears. Her lids felt heavy as she opened her eyes slowly and gazed up at him as his own eyes, so full of panic and concern, met her own at last. The plastic crinkled as she shifted slightly, gasping and gritting her teeth in discomfort as she fought not to move, to just be still, pushing against her body’s natural urge to right the situation. Mitsuhide’s large hands hovered as he knelt beside the tub, unsure of what to do next and how to proceed. He swallowed nervously and attempted to calm himself as he asked “Are you hurt? Can you stand?” She shook her head, swallowing thickly and willing away the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “My shoulder-” Mitsuhide nodded his understanding before getting to his feet. His voice was gentle as one foot stepped into the tub, the tone of his words soothing as he murmured, “Hang on- I’ll get you out of here.” His large foot braced himself steadily in the small space between her ankles as he leaned down to retrieve her, his intense concentration softening as he watched her tense up in anticipation. Some sort of fear had to have shown upon her face, must have been evident to him, because he shushed her gently as he eased one hand beneath her back, the other beneath her knees. She never realized just how strong he was. He stood effortlessly, twisting fluidly and re-situating her in his arms with all of the tenderness that one would hold for a baby bird as he stood tall and steady. Kiki closed her eyes and felt the tension seeping out of her muscles as he stepped over the edge of the tub, trusting him to keep her safe and filled with relief that she wasn’t alone in this after all. Mitsuhide’s jaw was clenched as he walked slowly towards the front door, his voice low and rumbling in his chest as he explained that he was driving her to the hospital and that he’d call Shirayuki to bring her some clothes. Oh, right- she was naked. Only a shower curtain and liner kept her modesty in tact at the moment, and she thanked her lucky stars that she hadn’t been found in a much more compromising position, and that Obi hadn’t been the one to find her; he’d never let her live it down, whereas Mitsuhide would hover like a mother hen throughout the entire situation. She was sure that she would be able to laugh about this one day; maybe in an hour or so, when she’d be patched up and heavily medicated. Perhaps then she could chuckle and shake her head as she recalled that her dear friend (who she cared for more than anyone for reasons that she couldn’t concern herself with at the moment) broke the bathroom door down in order to get to her and take her to the hospital so that she could have her arm placed back into its socket. Someday. For now, she allows herself to rest her head on the crook of his neck, feeling the muscles flex and strain beneath her cheek as silent tears of relief slip unbidden down her already damp cheeks; if he feels them against his skin, he says nothing, and if his protective grip upon her tightens that much more, she won’t mention it.

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Modern day Mitsuhide and Kiki. Follow me on wattpad for Mitsukiki stories: x_DooWeeDoo_x

#mitsuhide lowen #mitsuhide #kiki x mitsuhide #mitsukiki #kiki #kiki seiran

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*HIGH PITCHED SQUEAL*

“The Sweetest Kind of Bravery” Summary: in which Mitsuhide is insecure and things escalate.

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aaah, okay may i request some modern!mitsukiki cuddles or going on a date? (:

The winter air feels like relief on Mitsuhide’s skin, cooling the heat clinging to him even beneath his parka. It lasts until he’s in sight of the chapter house, where it finally settles into his overworked muscles, making his quads feel heavy and his delts just – fried. Can muscles be fried?

Who knows? Not him.

(Probably Shirayuki)

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This image hurts my brain more than the original debate ever did. Brains are dumb.

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The Five Stages of Partnership

AnS Gift for @nijiyoake​! It’s a bit rough, but I hope you like it! Can also be read on AO3 here :D

Summary: Kiki has known Mitsuhide for five years, and in those five years much has changed.

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           Kiki Seiran had never particularly liked parties.

They were long, tedious, and full of strangers, ones that she would most likely never come across again for months. There were greetings to be made and people to be introduced to. Beautiful but inconvenient dresses to wear that would never see the light of day again once the night was over. But the food was good and the music was pleasant, and a party meant that there was peace in the kingdom.

           Even so, when she saw the chance to break away from the potential suitors that approached her, she took it. Taking a glass off a servant’s tray, she retreated into the comfort of an empty alcove along the ballroom. The distant clamor of the party relaxed her. She wondered how long she could remain before someone went looking for her. She estimated about ten minutes of respite.

           Light footsteps told her she had five. She brought her glass to her lips as someone ducked into the alcove, letting out a rather large sigh.

           “Ha… I’m just no good with parties…” her new companion said.

           She recognized him instantly. His short cropped hair and worried nature could only belong to the second prince’s teenaged aide, Mitsuhide Lowen.

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After watching the end of Tokyo Ghoul season 2

#hamilton #hamilton memes #tokyo ghoul #anime #anime meme

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4 and a half hours well spent.

#kiki x mitsuhide #kiki #mitsukiki #Mitsuhide

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I ship it so much 😫😫😫😫 *dies from shipping too hard*

#kiki #Mitsuhide #kiki x mitsuhide #akagami no shirayukihime #akagami #anime #own drawing #mitsukiki

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I ACCIDENTALLY JUST SUNG "WHERES YOUR FAMILY GONE" INSTEAD OF "WHERES YOUR FAMILY FROM" AND IM DYING

#hamilton #angelica schuyler #eliza schuyler #peggy schuyler #hamilton obc

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OTP.

#own drawing #mitsuhide lowen #kiki seiran #kiki x mitsuhide #akagami no shirayukihime #akagami #HELL YEA MY OTP!!! #mitsukiki

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Quick sketch in class.

Mitsuhide looks like he’s about to kiss her!! This was completely unintentional…

#kiki x mitsuhide #kiki #mitsuhide lowen #mitsuki #Mitsuhide #kiki seiran #akagami no shirayukihime #Snow White with the red hair #mitsukiki

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Can you imagine Angelica drunk though?

“Fuck you Eliza, hahaa, Alexander'sssss mine,” *has break down*

“TO THE BROOM” *raises random broom* *falls over*

*alexander goes to help her up*

“IM NOT HERE FOR YOUUU” *slaps him then falls over again* screeches: “ANGELICAAAAA”

#hamilton obc #alexander hamilton #hamilton #hamilton memes #angelica schuyler

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I hate it when people post like 20 GIFS in one post and I’m tryna scroll past it all like: um... I think my thumbs dead.

#memes #dank memes

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it fits so well I'm dying

what did I just witness

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Singing Guns and Ships:

*perfectly rapping every line* "For this to succeed there's someone else we need" "I know" "Hamilton" *sweats as gets faster but we can do this* *raps almost perfectly* "You wanna fight for you land back?" "I need my right hand man back" *sweats nervously* *whispers to self* "I can do this" "GOTTA GET YOUR RIGHT HAND MAN BACK SHSYDWMDHSUDSNBSXUSHSJSUXHWBDSUUDUSHE RIGHT HAND MAN BACK!"

#hamilton obc #alexander hamilton #hamilton memes #hamilton #lafayette #guns and ships