#ayakashi rr fanfiction

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What do you think is relevant information to know before reading a fanfic here? What are things that, the lack of, would make you avoid or be more reluctant to read a fic? Of course Fandom, Character or Ships, wether it's SFW or NSFW and relevant warnings are a given, but what else do you think is relevant?

I have made fic posts in the past in various diferent styles, with different amounths of information, but I want to make a more fixed pattern for the future, so I want to know what is relevant and necessary info

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[colourless-hydrangeas]

What if I made a fanfic involving one of my ARR OCs and Douman? I need some more analysis on his personality so that would take some time.

Definitely not simping for a weirdo antagonist-

Douman and Sandayuu though-

#ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi rr #fanfiction ideas #the expert of kodo and the ninja who wears HUGE bells in his hair- #also why did they have to antagonize douman-

[apassintohell]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: あやかし恋廻り | Ayakashi Koimeguri | Ayakashi: Romance Reborn (Visual Novel)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Kagemaru (Ayakashi: Romance Reborn)/Original Character(s), side Shizuki/Yuri Toichiro

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Major Character Injury, Temporary Character Death, Briar is a phoenix and dies pretty often, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not from Kagemaru, MC is nonbinary, Blood and Violence, Sexual Tension, the ayakashi version of a roadtrip au, Poisoning, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff, Self harm used to do magic

Series: Part 1 of it just keeps on repeating

Summary:

“You’re afraid of spiders and you’re going to go into one of their dens?” His ears flatten. “You can’t be serious.”

"I’ll make it work!” They snap. “The alternative is - “

Toichiro’s tails lash at what they don’t say. It’s obvious that he hasn’t been sleeping and his normally mischievous expression is nowhere to be found. Without Shizuki he seems off balance; a pale imitation of his previous self. There’s no mistaking the fact that if Shizuki were to die, something in Toichiro would die along with him - such is love.

Briar swallows back the bitter taste in their mouth. 

“Let me do this. We both know you’d do it yourself, if you could. At least if I die, I’ll take the whole nest with me. Shizuki would never forgive me if you were hurt in his absence.” 

Or, in which Shizuki is dying, Toichiro is going prematurely grey, Briar is a force to be reckoned with, and Kagemaru is just along for the inevitable chaos.

#ayakashi rr #ayakashi kagemaru #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi rr mc #ayakashi rr fanfiction #kayla writes #my writing #briar

[lilmissscastle]

Your Personal Sun {Kuro x MC}

Happy 1st Anniversary, Ayakashi RR! To celebrate, I’ll be cooking up some fics featuring all our lovely men (mayhaps a surprise character? 👀). It’s also my first time writing for the game so I’m double excited!

Summary:  An already agitated MC is stuck with French -- again. Can Kuro help her out?

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"I can't take this anymore!"

You crumple up another piece of paper and chucked it into a corner of your room, pointedly ignoring the veritable mountain growing there. The school year was about to close and that meant another round of tests. And they say finishing school was easy, you huffed in irritation. It's not like all we do is boil tea.

Languages were not your strongest suit. A book of French prose was propped up across you, seeming to mock you with how long it's been taking to finish a translation assignment. But it's not your fault! Like you were to blame that the class was too boring and the motivation almost zero! You've been trying so hard for months, some effort must count in the end right?

Excuses don't give you results, MC... you can almost hear Koga's admonishing voice as you angrily set out another piece of stationary. What time is it anyway? And where the hell is Nachi?

Nerves and hunger caused you to bounce your leg up and down, the involuntary movement causing your shaky hand to mar the page with a giant ugly brushstroke.

"ARGH!" Furious, you swept all the contents of your table away. The next thing you knew the paper was ripped in frustration and your forehead hit the wood with a resounding thunk. The deadline is so close, too close to your liking, and you know well enough that you can't crank out quality work expected of you. So what were your options now? Koga was out of town and you loath asking Toichiro for help lest the kitsune ask another favor of you when you were already stretched so thin.

Turning your head to the side you wiped away the angry little tears creeping into your eyes. You loved your father's job, you loved seeing a happy customer's smile, but damn if you didn't think talking in another language was your least favorite. Father would let you deal with only locals if you asked but that won't always work. You were going to continue his business someday, and you won't be able to do that if you don't pull your big hakama pants up.

"MC?"

Just imagining that brought all sorts of unimaginable fears to you - what if you failed the subject, are you doomed to repeating the same horror over again? Around and around it circled your thoughts like vultures stalking their prey. Feeling another round of tears coming you buried your face back into the table determined to turn off your brain by sheer force.

"MC...?"

For the briefest moment you wished a Wraith would appear. Dealing with that would be easier than your sad attempts at French.

"Hey!"

Warm hands wrapped around your elbows, pulling you into an even warmer chest. Ochre eyes met your own and slowly, slowly, you felt yourself releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

"Hi," you greeted quietly. "Uh... how long have you been here?"

Kuro chanced a look at the pile of paper balls. "Not long. I dropped by because practice got cut short!" Arms tightened around you. "Are you... is everything alright?"

You looked for the strength to open your mouth.

"Please, MC. Tell me what's wrong... let me help you."

Your mind finally snapped back into terrible reality. How can you answer him? Kuro... will he turn away and sneer at your apparent ineptitude? Will he think the time spent helping you despite not being good at French himself was wasted on the likes of you?

"I—" I'm fine. You wanted to say out loud. The silence stretched and it seemed like hours before you can find your voice. You wanted to tell Kuro everything, your frustration, your fear, how impossible the task in front of you seemed. That your teacher was the worst at doing their job. That you didn't know how to even begin with translating.

You wanted to shout at him, pick his brain, and demand to know how he can manage learning foreign languages. You were angry, tired, frustrated, and desperate for an outlet. Every single ugly thought vied to be spoken out loud. Instead, you took a shaky breath and sat up straighter in his arms.

"I... I could just use a hug."

Kuro did not waste a single second – how does he manage to convey so much warmth in his hugs? Unable to help it you let yourself cry into his shoulder. Everything's okay now, you chanted. Everything's okay now. 

As if reading your mind Kuro began stroking your hair. No one spoke. Little by little the dark clouds plaguing your mind dissipated, welcoming in the warmth of your own personal sun. It occurred to you that, on top of the stress caused by school, you haven't seen Kuro in a long time. Circus duties and all that. He could've gone home as soon as practice ended but here he was.

How did you get this lucky. Really now.

After a bit you felt comfortable enough to raise your head. Kuro's mouth was set in a gentle line.

"I'm stuck translating French again," a sad smile gracing your features when you saw him beginning to understand. "And... well, I missed you."

Kuro chuckled. "It's been so long since I hugged you, too." You continued, wanting to hear his laugh again. "I've almost forgotten what it felt like."

"Seriously now..." It was your turn to laugh. "If you say so MC, then I'll hug you so tight you won't ever forget. Ah," he paused. "Finally a real smile."

And it was true. Granted, there was still a heavy weight on your shoulders but it didn't seem so bad now. Your heart soared, reminding you that he wouldn't think bad of you for trying your hardest, of course not! Squealing you attacked Kuro, giving him a proper welcome hug.

"O-oi! MC!"

"Sorry. It's just... you have no idea how having you here made me feel a lot better."

Kuro was positively blushing now but to his credit he didn't shy away. "And you have no idea how warm that made me feel." He kissed your temple. "Now, hup hup! Let's see if we can work on your French together."

You gave yourself a few more seconds before you faced your table again. Looking at your mess still felt a little daunting but the warmth that never left your shoulders managed to keep your fears at bay.

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Series will also be posted on my aO3

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[mishkakagehishka]

Horrortober Day 3: Sharp

Repost from my old blog

This one’s a bit shorter, less plot and more me trying to amp up the scariness. The reader isn’t defined by name or… really anything, but the pronouns are they/them, and they aren’t fulfilling Futaba’s role. Here are the prompts.

Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Pairing: Yakumo Koizumi / GN reader

Word count: 990

Quote given: “Careful, you could hurt someone with that.”

Warnings: breaking and entering, mentions of stalking

Disclaimer: this goes without saying, but I feel like I should say it all the same - yandere is just a synonym for toxic, unhealthy and abusive. I do not condone any such behaviour, I simply find it an interesting horror trope, and I try to portray it as something scary and scarring, not romantic or as something to aspire towards.

A sharp wind blew through the treetops that night, making more noise than usual. The fresh fragrance of rain was coming in through the open window, accompanied by the soft pitter-patter as the drops hit the rooftops. Though the hour was late, a single person was still awake, completely invested in a book, so invested that they hadn’t even gotten up to close the windows when the storm picked up. Page after page, they’d think, “I’m going to go to bed after this scene,” and page after page, they would instead continue.

Nibbling on their finger while awaiting the resolution of the tense situation the protagonist found himself in, they hadn’t even noticed the footsteps that hid themselves so expertly amongst the tapping of the rain. Much like they hadn’t even noticed the eye that followed their movements around town for the last few days, or, rather, the last few months. It was so easy to lose track of the world, so easy to be caught off-guard. But even lost in the book like that, they easily heard the shutter of the door sliding open and close, and they knew there was an intruder in their home. After all, they lived alone, they always had. For a moment they thought it must have been their mind playing tricks on them – the stormy weather only allowing the mind further creativity – but they could feel the tenseness of a foreign presence in their home. An unwanted presence.

The intruder walked into their home as if he belonged there himself. His stride was slow, almost casual, his boots dragging themselves along the floor, as if he was taking his time. His gaze lingered on every proof of the house being a home, the shoes haphazardly left in the entrance hall, the open windows, the lit candle on the table, alongside an open book. He smiled to himself, looking over the words written, a finger following the sentences. “I know you’re here, doll,” he called out. His voice was soft, almost comforting. “Come out, now. I mean you no harm, I promise.” He leaned his back on the table, ready to patiently wait for them to come out of hiding of their own volition. “Should you like to play games like hide and seek, I’d be happy to oblige you, my love… but I would rather like to see, and hold, you first.” He called out once more. He waited a beat.

In a flash, the very person he was looking for jumped from their hiding spot, knife in hand. They raised their hand, ready to strike, and his eyes widened in momentary shock. Though caught off-guard, his instincts were well-honed, and he caught their hand, grasping them by the wrist, moments before the knife would make contact with his person. His grip was fierce, likely stopping blood flow. Through whimpers, they tried fighting back, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but the man seemed amused at most. While still gripping their wrist, he placed his other hand on their hip, making large steps in order to urge them to walk backwards. Having pinned the object of his affection to the wall like that, he smiled. “You look even more beautiful up close… Just as I thought you would. Oh, my sweet doll, how I longed to hold you like this…” he muttered, leaning in before their noses were nearly touching. It was in that pale moonlight that his features finally came through, from the mid-length blonde locks pulled into a short (and messy) ponytail, to the kindest eyes contrasted with unnaturally red irises. Nothing about this man seemed human, least of all his aura. Yet, the detail that made a shiver run down their spine, they could recognise him as Yakumo Koizumi, a professor at a local university. They saw him maybe once, or twice, in passing, and he had a reputation as a truly kind and patient man, so just what on Earth was happening now? Why was he acting as if he knew them all his life, as if he was their meant-to-be?

After a short moment of staring into their eyes, Yakumo’s gaze fell to the knife in their hand again. “Oh, my love, careful… you could hurt someone with that, you know?” he twisted their wrist. The knife clattered to the ground accompanied by their pained shriek. They could have sworn they heard something snap. “There’s no need to be afraid anymore! I’m here, after all. Nobody will hurt you, so there’s no need for you to be touching such sharp objects… Oh, why are you shaking?”

His grip loosened, but lingered just a moment before fully letting go. Still, his body stood too close to them, which kept them from moving. Yakumo cupped their face in both his hands, his thumbs carefully wiping away the tears that threatened to spill. “Ah, my lovely, beautiful doll… there’s no need to cry, no need to fear.” He kissed their forehead, before his hands fell around their waist, bringing them into an embrace. One hand looped fully around, with he used the other to hold them by the back of their head, leaning them into his shoulder. “After all, your dearest Yakumo is here with you now… and I don’t plan on leaving you ever again…”

When he finally let them go, just enough so they’d be able to see his face once more, his smile seemed a bit more sinister. Wider. “But, my sweet doll, searching for you and keeping watch over you for so long has made me so thirsty…” It was easier to hide when he kept his mouth shut, but there was no mistaking it. They could try fighting as much as they wanted to, but the moment Yakumo’s sharp canines made contact with the thin skin on their neck, he knew they belonged to him fully. As they always have, and as they always will.

#ayakashi rr #ayakoi #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi yakumo #yakumo koizumi #fanfiction #ayakashi fanfic #yandere #horrortoberchallenge2021 #my writing #stalking tw

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Feather's Flufftober Day 11

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Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Relationship: Aoi/Futaba

Rating: G

Post-Canon

Aoi and Futaba walk back into Raccord to their daughter's attempt at painting

#flufftober2022 #day 11 #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi aoi #ayakashi futaba #aoi x futaba #feather's writing #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi rr #arr #ayakoi #flufftober #fanfiction #arr fanfic

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Feather's Flufftober Day 8

@flufftober

Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Relationship: only a little of Nachi & Futaba from his perspective

Rating: G

Nachi is suspicious of Futaba's new friend, so he follows her one night

(This story would kind of happen before Day 6's, Hope, but they aren't necessarily connected)

#flufftober2022 #day 8 #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi nachi #feather's writing #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi rr #arr #ayakoi #flufftober #fanfiction #arr fanfic

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Feather's Flufftober Day 4

@flufftober

Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Pairing: Toichiro/Female Character

Rating: G

Toichiro and his girlfriend had a lot of support for each other despite their differences.

#flufftober2022 #day 4 #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi toichiro #feather's writing #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi rr #arr #ayakoi #flufftober #fanfiction #arr fanfic

[fang-and-feather]

Feather's Flufftober Day 6

@flufftober

Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Relationship: Futaba & OC

Rating: G

Futaba's friend has difficulty with a spell so they have tea under the candles light, each with their interpretation of the meaning of such flickering flames in the dark.

#flufftober2022 #day 6 #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi futaba #feather's writing #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi rr #arr #ayakoi #flufftober #fanfiction #arr fanfic

[fang-and-feather]

Fang's Kinktober Day 9

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Yura/OC (M/F)

Rating: Explicit

Post Canon (Gaku's Route, brief mention of Gaku/Futaba)

(Very late because Yura is hard to write right. I ended up not taking it as serious as I was trying to)

#kinktober2022 #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi yura #fang's writing #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi rr #arr #ayakoi #fanfiction #arr fanfic #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #smut

[colourless-hydrangeas]

Baking A "Cake"

Summary: While Aoi is out on an errand, everyone at Raccord feels like eating cake. But nobody knows how to actually bake a cake.

It is a pretty nice summer day. The milk hall is bustling with people.

Even Akiyasu and Kagemaru are here.

Tatsuomi, Aizen and Professor Koizumi too...

Suddenly, everyone feels like they want cake.

Yura is very thrilled about the idea of everyone enjoying sweet stuff.

There's no way Oji can be trusted when it comes to baking.

Toichiro says that cake dough is made of flour and eggs, or that's what he knows.

So here we go, everyone begins preparing the dough in a huge bowl.

Flour. There's flour everywhere...

Kuya and Koga crack some eggs.

But why does it look so sticky?

Oh no, Kuya dropped a little piece of eggshell into the dough-

Nachi, please don't add any sardines-

Koga thinks that all is going well and is having plenty fun himself.

Toichiro finds the situation amusing.

There's no way Shizuki is going to let Toichiro eat the cake if it gets too weird.

Looks like they forgot an important ingredient...

MILK? Where's the milk?

Oji pours a load of milk into the mixture of flour and eggs.

Tatsuomi flinches at the sight....

The dough looks too gooey........

Please, Aoi, please don't arrive now of all times.

Kagemaru and Akiyasu do not like how weird it looks.

"No no. You're all doing it wrong!"

Says the only one in the room who actually knows how to make cake.

Yes. Yakumo knows how.

He insists that they restart.

But nobody wants to lose their progress.

So Kuro suggests a really great idea of adding more flour and eggs.

Now it looks okay.

Yakumo says they need yeast.

They don't have any and no one is ready to go out and run into Aoi.

Ginnojo remembers he might have some cookbooks that have recipes for cakes.

So he fetches it in a few minutes.

Uh oh.

Turns out they did a lot of steps wrong.

At this rate, there's no going back...

Yura drops some sugar into the dough.

Gaku looks disgusted by the amount of sugar his brother just added.

Kagemaru and Toichiro are just there for the humour.

Shizuki and Akiyasu are tired of all that's going on.

Gaku wants to add some wasabi or chilli powder into the mix.

Please don't give Shizuki a heart attack.

Kagemaru likes the idea of adding sake and Koga agrees.

But Toichiro won't allow it.

* Yakumo facepalming at the back *

The huge container now goes to the oven.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the cake looks ready to be eaten.

Except it looks nearly inedible.

Too flat. Crusty edges and possibly burnt on the lower surface.

Aoi sure will have a surprise.

Oji cuts the cake into proportionate slices for all. Extra for Ginnojo.

Toichiro is too much of a snob to eat such weird stuff.

Kagemaru says that it's too ugly to be eaten by him.

Tatsuomi doesn't like milk and he prefers Japanese food anyway...

Aizen and Akiyasu had work to do, so they left.

Kuya is too busy sleeping to eat anything.

Gaku adds loads of wasabi into his share.

Yakumo and Shizuki are contemplating about the "cake".

Yura likes it's sweetness.

Ginnojo just eats it because all the work would simply go to waste otherwise.

The only ones truly happy with the cake are Koga, Yura, Kuro and Oji.

At least it's sweet and edible!

The door opens.

Aoi enters and starts complaining about Oji slacking again.

Then his eyes witness the little pieces of weird brownish mass.

Dread. Wrath. Disgust.

He doesn't know how to react.

"Go ahead. Eat the cake."

"That's a cake?! You utter fool!"

And nobody attempted to make a cake like that again.

Congratulations for coming this far! Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi rr #arr fanfic #cant believe i completed this in less than one day #it took like 35 minutes- #fanfiction #hydrangeas writes