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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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Hello! I really loved your Gentaro stuff and I wanted to request a nsfw scenario in which he finds out that his gf loves cats and she decides to bring that to the bedroom (not anything extreme master/pet thing, just something different with his s/o) hopefully that made sense and thank you!

Kitten Licks (Gentaro Yumeno x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻! 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :]

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝗴𝘀, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It was his idea. It came from the increase in cat videos you had been showing to him throughout random points of the day. Though that didn’t change the fact that it was all his idea.

“Hmm…keep sucking…just like that…”

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t get your fun too.

The salty taste of precum is filling your mouth as your flick against the head of his dick and remembers to pay special attention to the very tip like you’ve learned to do so long ago. Your jaw aches and your mouth grows tired. You know that at any point in time, you could stop. At any point in time, you could take the chance to pull your mouth away and to lick a long, long, long stripe from base to head for show. To spend a few minutes pumping his cock in your hand to give yourself a break. It’ll give you a chance to properly catch your breath- something you haven’t done in a while. It’ll also give you the chance to wipe your face of the mess of precum and salvia that sucking him off has left you with. But you know it would be meaningless the second you decided to duck your head back down and to wrap your lips around his cock once more. Besides, you haven’t quite had all your fun yet.

Not to the same level he’s had his fun with you, at least…

Still, it doesn’t change the way how you want so badly to look up right now. You want so badly to see more of him right now. To watch the face that twists up and to stare at lips that let each soft sound- each desperate word- flow out. To glance at the hand that’s tangled through your hair right now as he combs his long fingers as much as he wants. And to try to turn your gaze to see the hand now buried in your pussy, just below the shiny new tail plug he brought out for you mere minutes ago. At least, see as much as you could.

Your position is compromising. It’s domineered and controlled in the silent, crafty way only Gentaro could pull off this effortlessly. Though you have minimal complaints. In fact, you’re more than eager to keep going. He has you sitting pretty across his body on your forearms and your knees. Head down as you continue to suck and suck and suck his dick with all the enthusiasm in the world. Ass up as he takes his time curling his fingers inside of you before pulling them out again. Sometimes just to play with your clit. Sometimes to press his fingers back inside of your warm, wet pussy one more. And sometimes, to play with the tail.

The tail. It’s all you can ever think about lately. The tail.

It’s your first time trying something like that. His first time ever suggesting it. Though he seemed more than confident that you would be modeling the small, fluffy white tail for him before the night grows old. You were unsure at first. It had been a thought that crossed your mind once or twice in the past. But it had stayed beneath buried thoughts for so, so long. After all, how could you ever think of something new when Gentaro gives you everything you could ever want?

Yet he won you over with quietly hummed praises and promises. He told you how cute you would look for him if you wore it. He told you how much he adored the idea of seeing you in it. Of helping you put it in. Of helping you taking it out. Of making you wear it all hours of the day. Of taking you to the point where your body begins to miss it. Begins to crave it. But most of all?

Of making you- the prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes upon- even prettier as he toys, and toys, and toys with your body. With you.

And so, he swapped his poetic tone for one more suitable for such vulgar yet picturesque words. Whispering to you all kinds of stories and ideas, and hymns and poems in between kisses as he took the reigns once more. And he told you all the things he wanted to do to you. The faces he wanted to see on you. The sounds he wanted to hear from you. The positions he wanted to keep you in. The places he wanted to fuck you in. All of it, brand, brand new like a freshly awoken phoenix from the ashes.

With all the fiery passion of one too. But you weren’t surprised by his words. You couldn’t be after being with him for almost two years now. He always knew the right words to say to make you comfortable. To make you feel safe and warm. To feel loved and desired. To feel wanted. And in this moment?

To feel excited. Because of this moment. Because of this relationship. Because of this encounter. Because of him. And because of this tail.

And just how well you’ve been taking it.

So one minute you’re kissing him sweetly- taking up his every challenge when he attempts to deepen the kiss. The next minute, you’re on top of the bed, lying on your back. Your clothes had long been discarded. Tossed in some corner of the room. Possibly the same one as Gentaro’s. Not that you would know, though. Because you were currently far too busy being folded and half and looking past his messy bangs just to stare into those beautiful green eyes of his. All while he pushes the tail plug deeper and deeper and deeper inside your puckered little hole. Drinking up all the little whines and whimpers you let out he took his time preparing and playing with you. Drinking it all up because it was all for him and him alone to enjoy.

Eventually, the dust settles. And it’s around that time that you find that you’re no longer moaning because the stretch is unfamiliar. The change is subtle. It keeps up on you before you could even realize that it’s there. Yet Gentaro knows. He knows you too well. He knows your body too well. Because all too soon, he’s pulling you into his lap. He’s guiding you into position. The prettiest voice saying the prettiest words as he gently plays with your new tail and lets your fingers wrap around his rock-hard cock. And now?

The prettiest voice is making the prettiest sounds as you take his dick in your mouth and you suck on it hard. After all, he got you in this tail, didn’t he?

So what’s the harm in you having a little fun too?

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ramuda-kinnie · 2 years

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Doctor Jakurai vs Human Jakurai: A Thread

I was writing Home’s next chapter for Jakurai/Ramuda scenes and I came up with an interesting thought that I’d love to see handled in canon.

As someone who shares a likewise profession with Jakurai, I understand how he can calmly focus on the wounds and treat the patient instead of letting his panic/concern about what is going to happen take him over. Doctors have to focus on treatment first, after all, right? It is an emergency.

But Ramuda Amemura has always been the one who shows Jakurai he is so much more than a doctor. So much more than his social status, so much more than the Sensei TM figure everybody admires and expects solutions from. Even the rebellious characters like Samatoki and I-do-what-I-want characters like Ichiro respect when it comes to Jakurai and think he Must Know Things. His team members, while I know it’s due loving respect, call him Sensei and not his name. Ramuda is one of the few people who are on first name basis with him without any sensei added— and that has been that way since TDD, so we can’t say he was not adding sensei out of spite. In fact, he only calls Jakurai ~ s e n s e i ~ when he is annoyed with him. Ramuda seems to be painfully aware of Jakurai’s savior complex and he slaps him on face with these type of additions, though I doubt Jakurai realizes that (yet).

Anyway, for the scene in Home, Ramuda is severely injured. While writing, I just thought— what if Jakurai’s brain just stops? Because that’s usually the case with Ramuda. Ramuda makes Jakurai do crazy things and encourages his chaotic side, Ramuda calls him on first name basis, Ramuda does not idolize him to he a Great Sensei, to him he’s Just Jakurai— being a Great Sensei is a part of him, but it is not him. There is something so much more, so much valuable that is Jakurai as a whole, rather than who he can save or what he can provide. At least that’s what I hope to believe.

So, now— when Ramuda is severely injured. I thought Jakurai might have gone really clumsy in his treatment, his hands would shake— he would be overwhelmed by intense panic because it is Ramuda for god’s sake, not a random person (I’m sorry for the pun). I won’t elaborate it here since I’ll be posting it soon anyway but… Just for the context of it. Jakurai and Ramuda’s bond is so fucking beautiful and it gets me every time, both in canon and fan-made content. So lucky to have known them.

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issacballsac · 3 months

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ICHIRO AS YOUR BROTHER

Masc Reader

Considering the fact that he has like two younger brothers already you guys would have to be the closest in age

Like if not the same age, one year apart

ABSOLUTELY DEVIOUS DUO

Now Ichiro in his younger TDD days was a fucking menace

Can you blame him tho his life was shitty

Depending on how you are as a person it’ll be two menaces roaming the streets

Talking hella shit on a daily basis

Just walking everywhere and anywhere

You guys are like this 🤞

He’s a smart guy and everything but,

He wasn’t so keen on attending all of the time

And by proxy neither did you(mostly)

Constantly getting dress coded for your less than model student-esk

Becoming reasonable and responsible young adults though you guys chill out

Helping out with his odd jobs, supporting his rap journey, etc etc.

No matter if you have a job of your own or if you’re a university student he’d support you all the way

He’s def matched outfits with you before

His fashion sense RANGES

He’ll have the most EXQUISITE fit you’ve ever seen on one day

And then dog shit on the next

Duality😍

Even when you are older and capable of taking care yourself he’ll still cook and take care of you like when you were children

What a mom.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x male reader #x masc reader #platonic #x reader platonic #hypmic #hypmic x reader #ichiro yamada x reader #ichiro yamada #Ichiro yamada x male reader platonic #Ichiro yamada x male reader

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lake-archive · 20 days

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Track 1 - Hard Labor, No Fruit To Harvest

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Characters (main): Doppo Kannonzaka, Reader (gender unspecified)

Pairing: Doppo/Reader

Synposis: You two met by chance and one thing after the other comes up ever since. This is your fated meeting with Doppo Kannonzaka.

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It was still in Doppo’s ears when he had entered one of the bars on his way home. Honestly, he probably would have headed straight home yet Hifumi was busy tonight with his host job, so there was no rush to return home. He honestly just wanted to forget, maybe drown his sorrows in one way or another. What other choice did he have at this point? None, really. Besides, forgetting for a little while would not be so bad, would it? Yeah, as long as he did not go overboard and found his way home. He had to take himself home after all so he couldn’t overdo it. And honestly… He didn’t have the energy to overdo it to begin with.

Soon he had entered the next best bar, the cheapest he knew at the very least, taking a few steps inside to sit on one of the bar stools, right at the counter of the bar. He let out a deep sigh as he did. The bartender had already spotted him. “Hey, haven’t seen you in a long time ‘round here.”

“Hello… I’ve been… Busy…” Was the salaryman’s response, very weak, defeated. Honestly, he just couldn’t bother with it any longer… The voice of his boss’s head was still echoing in his very own ear, very loudly. A little too loudly perhaps. It all always boiled down to being a ‘good for nothing’ yet getting all the workload on his desk, being worked to his bone. Then again, if he was to turn into a skeleton all of a sudden, the boss would still put the work on his desk or demand that he would be on time. Probably even call and scream “Kannonzaka!” from the top of his lungs and demanding that he would show up as soon as possible. That was just the type of person his boss was and said boss always managed to give Doppo a hard time.

The bartender seemed to know. “Busy hah? The old man’s treatin’ you like an animal as usual?” He had asked which was meant with a nod.

“Ya want the usual then?” And another quick nod from the salaryman. “A’right, ya got it. Be right back!”

And then Doppo had been left to his own devices yet again. And all he did was complain and sulk in his mind, having to hold back to curse from his mouth. And yet, he couldn’t. He found himself mumbling under his own breath, one thing after the other. “No matter what I do, it’s no use… I’m just the errand boy for everything now!” He mumbled, though also somewhat yelling. It was frustrating. And yet, there was nothing he could do at the end of the day. Nothing at all! “Everything… Even if I do a horrible job… I should be grateful to not have been replaced by now. A good for nothing. Only good enough to do the dirty work and nothing else… Yeah, nothing more. Just for the dirty work… Because if no one else will, let the burning trash do it… As if I could do any—”

Yet before he could get too deep into his speech someone interrupted him. He was silenced in one go, the voice having gotten his attention. It simply told him to calm down, yet in the way it was said had gotten him a little curious. So he turned his face, wanting to see who had been talking to him… Only to see you right in front of him.

At that point you were still a stranger to him, a face unfamiliar. He eyed your facial features, as if studying you closely for a moment. It was just to see if he had happened to come across you before in any way yet nothing. You were more than unfamiliar to him. Yet judging from your outfit, you were an office worker, similar to him. Though that was just his guess, he had not been certain. And yet, he had not the breath to ask nor the energy.

You were looking at him ever so curiously, asking what had gotten him so worked up to begin with yet no response. He was silent, not wanting to bother you with any of his problems. Even if you had asked, he just couldn’t do it. Besides, he already looked pathetic enough, so he didn’t even have to bother to explain himself. And yet, you seemed to press on, wanting to know what was going on. Especially since you had overheard him earlier.

It had put him on the spot, making it somewhat embarrassing. Wait… You have heard him so clearly… So very clearly that you could repeat some of his words, summarize what he had said. And each word made his desire to sink into the ground even bigger. Being heard like this, having opened his mouth… He should never have done that! Never!

And thus, he suddenly bowed while in his seat, over and over. “I’m sorry!” He repeated a few times, bowing each time quickly. He could not spot your reaction yet you seemed to let him for a few moments… That was until you put a stop to it yourself, grabbing him by his shoulders to put his body steady. He had been surprised, looking up as you had decided to reassure him, that he did not have to apologize that much if at all.

“But I bothered you, didn’t I? My words were annoying, I know that.” He tried to explain himself yet you denied it, saying something across the lines of ‘it’s alright to complain once in a while’. You seemed to agree on one thing, that the workplace could be a pain in the ass, thus developing a desire to no longer work where you are.

“Huh? You too?” It came out of his mouth in a bit of a shock, more a surprise if anything. And you nodded in agreement, then continued with your own example. Whichever it was you chose to talk about, some annoying co–worker or your boss who was a pain in the ass. Or the demands others had of you despite being only one person, and thus shoving as much of the workload as possible onto you. In the end the same conclusion could be drawn – It was alright to let off some steam. So you were willing to hear him out, weren’t you?

Though he had not expected it, given how you presented yourself, a bit of a contrast to him. Doppo himself looked sleep deprived, a little pale, as if on the brink of falling asleep. You looked nowhere near his state, or at least a little more awake than him. More like his other co–workers, so he had been a little caught off guard hearing any of that. Of course no workplace was perfect but this much trouble? “I… I see. Sounds rough…” Except it’s more than sounding rough… It is rough!

But you kept on encouraging him, wanting him to unwind a little. He didn’t know why, given that the two of you just met. Maybe you sympathized with him a little? It was a possibility yet he could not be sure. After all, how was he supposed to read your mind? And yet, he seemed to relax a little more, becoming more and more aware that maybe complaining a little bit should be fine…

That was until a drink slid across the counter, the glass hitting the side of his arm. He shrieked for a moment, as if having been startled yet he turned, seeing the bartender once more. “There ya go boy. Wait’s been long enough, hasn’t it?” He asked yet one could see a slight grin on his face. Did the bartender watch or something? Doppo couldn’t help but wonder. Because said bartender usually didn’t take that long. In fact, he never took long at all. So did he not want to interrupt? Wait, why was Doppo questioning so much today? Maybe it was the unusual developments of this evening. At least that had been his best guess.

And before knowing it you insisted on putting this on your own tap. The salaryman wanted to stop you yet you seemed to refuse taking no for an answer. Repayment? Him telling you all about his painful day, no questions asked! And he didn’t have much of a choice, he had to do it!

And yet, maybe letting it all out wouldn’t be so bad. After all, his own hard work usually brought no results… Unlike this conversation.

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #x reader #gn reader #reader insert #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #doppo kannonzaka #kannonzaka doppo #hypmic doppo #doppo x reader #doppo kannonzaka x reader #hypmic fic #hypmic x reader #Trying to test the waters here ngl. I just want to contribute more to Doppo content and this idea may be my opportunity.#I will still do my regular stuff but I want to test the waters here. So Doppo enjoyers... This one is for you!

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justanotherniky · 2 months

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Multi Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Relationships: Aohitsugi Samatoki/Yamada Ichiro, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Arisugawa Dice/Yumeno Gentaro, Nurude Sasara/Tsutsujimori Rosho, Aohitsugi Nemu & Aohitsugi Samatoki, Aohitsugi Nemu & Yamada Ichiro Characters: Aohitsugi Samatoki, Aohitsugi Nemu, Yamada Ichiro, Yumeno Gentaro, Arisugawa Dice, Nurude Sasara, Tsutsujimori Rosho, Harai Kuko, Kadenokoji Ichijiku Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - High School, Humor, Comedy, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Aohitsugi Nemu is a Little Shit, rosho is so done, hitoya is a janitor and a plot device Language: English Words: 9635

Summary: It's a tough gig being a student at Chuuoku High. For a number of reasons, most of which are why it’s tough to be a student at any high school - but in Chuuoku High, you’ve got to pick a side. Okay, no, maybe you don’t. Not really.

or: Samatoki and Ichiro being gay disasters, among other people and things. Welcome to Chuuoku High!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53952652

My longest fic yet and it's a silly thing inspired by some of the recent ARB events and that damned (affectionate) anime Bucchigiri!? I swear I may as well be possessed by the genies myself.

As usual thanks to Anna @fullmetalgirl98 for the header and the support and the screaming sessions over this thing :3

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic fanfiction #hypnosis microphone #samaichi #ichisama #aohitsugi samatoki #yamada ichiro #fanfiction #anime #manga

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justaliddolwriter · 6 months

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Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Summary: When Ramuda was first created, they ran many experiments on him. Experiments that caused unfortunate side effects. Experiments that he wished he could forget about. Unfortunately, even years later, one particular side effect came back to haunt him.

Or Ramuda very rarely experiences atonic seizures (One-shot)

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Samatoki Aohitsugi, Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada, Saburo Yamada, Jakurai Jinguji

tw: vomiting, mild descriptions of blood, mild injury, possible medical inaccuracies

“Guysss! I’m bored! Let’s go out and do something fun!”

“But we are doing something. It’s called relaxing, Raumda. You should try it, see how it works out for you.” Samatoki grumbled, leaning deeper into the couch.

Ramuda bounced over to one of the vacant seats and dramatically collapsed onto his back, heaving a loud sigh.

“Ahh, but where’s the fun in that?” The fashion designer whined, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

“Now Amemura, we’re all exhausted after the tournament, not to mention the large celebration we just had.” Jakurai smiled fondly at the smaller man's feigned melodrama.

“Yeah!” Ichiro chimed in, seated in between both of his younger brothers, “Today was a busy day for all of us! We should try to take it chill for the rest of the night.”

“I guess you have a point…” Ramuda sulked.

The rappers – aside from Samatoki who had likely fallen asleep – partook in idle conversation, reminiscing over the matches that day and any memorable instances they had.

“–and then, we drove back like nothing ever happened!” Ramuda burst into a fit of boisterous laughter, the others joining in briefly, still somewhat fond of the shorter man’s contagious joy despite tension of the past.

“Fling Posse seems to be working out well for you, Ramuda.” Ichiro said, smiling.

Ramuda had always intrigued Ichiro and his brothers. Back in their TDD days, the fashion designer had inadvertently developed a sort of “fun uncle” disposition towards Saburo and Jiro, single handedly filling the gaping hole left behind by their lowlife of a father. Even if the group had disbanded and parted ways, it was always enjoyable to see his friends’ over-the-top positivity and energy.

“Hehe~ They sure are great, huh!” Ramuda smiled back, pulling another lolli out of his pocket and skillfully unwrapping it.

“You know, your teeth are going to fall out with how much candy you eat every day.” Jakurai grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the amount of sugar Ramuda must ingest in a single day.

“Not before yours do first, old man!” Ramuda’s cheerful smile morphed into a devilish smirk, finding enjoyment at pushing and prodding at the doctors’ sensitive buttons.

The two batted harmless insults at each other, fascinating the onlookers, especially Jiro and Saburo, who had never seen such a rebellion from Ramuda’s usual cheery antics.

At that moment, as Ramuda leaned forward from his seat on the couch to sneer at Jakurai, he halted mid sentence, his eyes gaining a distant look. Jakurai, ever the quick-thinker, recognized the unfocused gaze, but before he could react properly, Ramuda’s head dropped and his body tilted forward into the wooden coffee table.

“Ramuda!!”

A loud thud filled the previously pleasant atmosphere with dread as Jakurai rushed towards the unconscious form on the floor.

Samatoki had been startled awake from the ruckus, rapidly blinking the lingering sleep from his eyes.

“What happened!?” He asked, shooting up from his resting position.

Jakurai was almost at a loss as Ramuda had been acting entirely normal – as normal as Ramuda could at least – until that very moment. However, noting Ramuda’s weakened, occasionally twitching limbs, drooping eyelids, and, of course, how abruptly he dropped, the skilled doctor deduced the smaller man was likely experiencing an atonic seizure (that is, if clones are even susceptible to having seizure disorders).

Nonetheless, he made a mental note to time it, while pushing the offending coffee table away from Ramuda’s body should he unwillingly jerk his head into one of the legs by accident. Jakurai noticed blood leaking rapidly from the head wound sustained against the hardwood table, quickly staining the carpet beneath Ramuda.

“Ichiro, get me all of your rags, the cleanest ones you can find. I need to stem the bleeding.” Jakurai shuffled off his white jacket, bundling it up and pressing it against Ramuda’s wounded temple. “Do you have a first aid kit?” Ichiro nodded and hurried to retrieve the needed items.

Ramuda should be coming out of it soon as atonic seizures typically last around 15 seconds, though not being human adds an unknown variable to the situation.

“Saburo, can you call for his teammates to come over? I feel it’s necessary to inform them of the situation.” Jakurai said as Ichiro returned with clean rags and a first aid kit, replacing the bloodied jacket. Fortunately, it didn’t look like Ramuda needed any stitches for the contusion. Head wounds almost always look worse than they are.

Saburo nodded at his request, pulling his phone out, “Is he gonna be ok?” He asked, worried for the older man.

“He should be just fine.” Jakurai nodded with a gentle smile to ease the youngest of the group. “It appears he had a minor seizure. He should be coming to in a moment.”

Though he wished he could fathom just why this occurred so suddenly. In all of his years of knowing him, Ramuda had never had seizures or displayed symptoms of epilepsy.

“A seizure?” Samatoki furrowed his eyebrows. “Amemura doesn’t get seizures.”

“Yeah, he’s never mentioned having any health problems either.” Jiro chimed in.

“I have to admit, I am as surprised as you all.” The doctor sighed. He felt Ramuda shift under his hand, groaning softly.

Jakurai removed the sullied rags as the bleeding had finally stopped, just barely beading up around the edges.

“Amemura.” Jakurai started slowly, catching the pink haired man’s delayed attention who made no move to get up. “You’ve just had a seizure and injured your head.”

Ramuda blinked sluggishly at that, feeling soreness stem from the base of his neck, likely from the whiplash of diving headfirst into solid wood.

“Wha…?” He groaned again, his brain feeling foggy. “A seizure…?” His heart felt cold for a moment at the implications of what that could mean for him and faintly remembered his time in the lab.

Pushing aside that thought for a moment, Ramuda struggled to place his legs underneath him, pushing himself up on wobbly arms with Jakurai’s assistance. He slowly made his way to a seated position on the couch, heavily leaning back. Now properly aligned, Jakurai was able to bandage Ramuda’s wound and helped clean his face from the remaining dried blood on his cheek and tangled in his hair.

While he worked, he made sure Ramuda didn’t sustain a concussion as well which, unfortunately, seemed to be the case.

The others looked on in worry – or in Samatoki’s case, apparent frustration – as Jakurai tended to his new patient. They had never seen the younger man in such a vulnerable state, so confused and helpless.

Saburo had called Yumeno Gentaro and briefly explained the situation. He promised that himself and Dice would be arriving as soon as possible.

Ramuda’s face suddenly turned green, alerting the onlookers of what was clearly about to take place. He slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed himself up. Luckily, a bin was shoved into his lap just as he lost the battle against the intense onslaught of nausea. Ramuda choked on the burning acid and remnants of the previous celebratory dinner, completely emptying his stomach into the trash bin. He felt hands – likely Jakurai’s – pull his pink hair from his face and smaller hands rub soothing circles into his back.

Tears burned his eyes, mostly from embarrassment but also because of the sheer pain the act of throwing up could cause, exasperating his head wound and intensifying his dizziness.

Alongside his eyes, Ramuda felt his chest burn too but for a much different reason. A familiar feeling usually accompanied by a bloody coughing fit. He noticed specks of blood littering the mess in the container he held tightly onto.

Haphazardly putting down the bin, Ramuda aimlessly grappled for the lollipop he had previously unwrapped, though it had likely found its new home on the floor. Instead, he opted to open a new one, pulling his lifesaver from his right jacket pocket and clumsily fumbling with the wrapper.

Just as he had managed to get it unwrapped, Jakurai gently grabbed his hand. Ramuda’s gaze shot up to meet the doctor’s, silently pleading with him to let go. He tasted iron on his tongue.

“Please…” Ramuda choked out quietly.

Jakurai opened his mouth to chide the man child for thinking about candy during such an inappropriate circumstance; however, Ramuda’s eyes told a different story. The desperation was apparent from the crack in his voice and the faint shimmer in his eyes. He hesitantly let go, trusting his former teammate.

Ramuda visibly relaxed, shoving the candy in between his teeth with a ‘click’. The flavor instantly washed away the acid and blood taste from his tongue while the burning in his chest subsided.

“Amemura, how are you feeling now?” Jakurai asked.

“A little dizzy. And tired.” Ramuda gruffly admitted, not usually one to expose his feelings. However, the seriousness of the current circumstance seemed to tame his ego.

“Have you had seizures before? Or take any prescription medication?” The doctor questioned.

“Actually… I have had one before. A really long time ago, back when I was…younger. But I haven’t had another one since just now, and I’ve never been medicated for it.” Ramuda didn’t enjoy thinking back to the ‘lab days’ when he was first created. He had experienced the seizure as a bad side effect during one of their ‘sessions’. The memory itself was still fuzzy, but he was still aware it had occurred.

“It may be wise to monitor you for a few days. Seizures like this are very dangerous should you suddenly drop, especially if you are standing.”

“I agree with the doc on that one.” Ichiro spoke up for the first time, reminding Jakurai and Ramuda of the group's presence.

“Whaaaa? I-It’s no big deal, you guys!” Ramuda forced some energy into his words, attempting and failing to sound reassuring. “It was probably just like… a one-time thing… or something.” Jakurai stared, unimpressed at the ridiculous theory.

“At the very least seek medication. It’d be very unfortunate should you collapse during a performance and be disqualified.” The medical professional reasoned. Ramuda donned a thoughtful expression as he genuinely contemplated the advice.

After a moment of being lost in thought, he came to the painful conclusion that the old man was… right. Even if there was a chance that the medication wouldn’t work on an artificial lifeform, there wasn’t much else he could do.

“Fine…” He pouted childishly, crossing his arms tightly across his chest and looking away from Jakurai.

They all ended up helping to clean up the mess as the overall tension in the air finally started to lift. Meanwhile, Jakurai, who deemed himself Ramuda’s personal doctor, discussed the procedure to start medication. Ramuda, of course, was disgruntled, half listening to his new primary doctor. Soon after, Gentaro and Dice showed up, practically barging into the door to see if their leader was good and well. Jakurai gladly explained the situation in more detail as well as gave them symptoms in Ramuda to look out for.

Despite past grievances held among each other, the group of rappers found it possible to push all of the drama aside and aid the beloved fashion designer.

Maybe being ‘human’ wasn’t so bad after all.

#first fic woooooo #not beta read #hope you enjoy #its not great but im happy w it n e ways #hypnosis mic #hypmic #fanfiction #ramuda amemura #samatoki aohitsugi #jakurai jinguji #ichiro yamada #jiro yamada #saburo yamada #gentaro yumeno #dice arisugawa

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archives-of-camelot · 2 months

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Old Wounds

CATZ Discography

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Eli (OC), Ann Wolff (@nimue-hidden-lake)

Synopsis: Ann begins to wonder about their mysterious friend. Despite spending some time together, there isn't a whole lot they know about him.

As nosy as it seems, they're determined to figure it out...even if it means asking him themselves.

Where but one of many veils are pulled away...

Tags: Major Original Character(s), Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Platonic Relationship, Secrets, Canon Compliant, During Canon, Canon Era, Canon Universe, POV Original Character, POV Third Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Genderqueer Character

Track List:

Track 1 - Track 2 - Track 3 - Track 4

#Archives of Camelot #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc

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the second thing i wrote for ramuda week even though it’s technically for the day 1 prompt!! warning for they don’t like explicitly fuck or anything but it’s def a little. um. but i’m a little less nervous to post this one bc like. idk maybe bc it’s borderline smut so it’s less like prose heavy ??

anyway read it right now. /lh

#ramugen #ramuda amemura #gentaro yumeno #ramuda week 2024 #fling posse #my fics #fanfiction #hypmic #teehee i love ameyume. unrelated but did i tell you guys ab the fling posse weedfic #i love fling posse and i love weed so i feel like it’s only natural that id end up writing it #it’s a wip rn #“wip” more like i just haven’t written it 😭#i have an outline tho #ameyume #technically it’s implied fling poly but dice isn’t physically there #why do we never call them ramugendice i think it flows kinda nicely and sounds cool

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fic masterlist

note that you need an ao3 account to read these. however, i will continue to post my shorter works here and on my dreamwidth.

the calm - internal monologuing, one-sided dimilix.

angel prince - NSFW, m!dimileth, trans dimitri

r u mine? - NSFW, m!yurileth, trans yuri

dancing with a stranger - one sided m!yurileth, angst

what love is - fling poly, angst with a happy ending

if rain is what you want - huleth, angst, trans byleth, trans hubert

i'll be gone - suicide TW, hifudo, angst, hurt/no comfort

written on the sky - ferdibert, lighthearted, pre-timeskip

poem, and like a poem - dimileth, idk it's old

after midnight - hifudo, lighthearted, mutual pining

sweet summer - ramudice, cutesy

#admin post #fanfic #fanfiction #masterpost #masterlist #fe3h #hypmic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #small author #fire emblem fanfic #fe3h fanfiction #promote #self promo

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modern-oedipus · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you all are amazing. ❤️ I am going to update Conflict today as I promised! I need to skim through to chapter and change the ending, so I will put some time aside for it.

It's a busy day so I don't know when I can get to it (trust me, I'd rather do it first but I have an exam and a work assignment and a date and a meeting and a cosplay photoshoot), but I definitely will. I am so excited and proud to the fact that I can actually stick through my update-deadlines for second time in a row in 2024. 🙏🏻✨

The next-next update will be on March 21st, Norman's birthday! 🎂 And after that, I think we run out of special-dates so I could maybe check which TPN character has a birthday in which month and post on their birthdays. If not, maybe the birthdays of the mangaka or voice actors. 😂 And of course, July 1st.

I know these deadlines are artificial and I don't have to stick to them, but if there is one thing I learned in the recent years, it's the fact that external validation/dates can only go so far. If I want to actually work on my dreams, I have to take the control and make my own deadlines. I am a bubbly person by nature either ways so it feels so much more fun to set internal deadlines for external special days feels like the perfect balance for me. So much more motivating to update on Valentine's Day than just a random wednesday, so!

じんぜいおたのしましょ、おねえっさんたち！

And of course.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAMUDA!!!! Love of my life, my kin, my everything.

#tpn ray #the promised neverland #tpn norman #norray #writing #tpn emma #fanfiction #hypmic #conflict #ao3 #ramuda amemura #personal

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crew-catz · 6 months

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CATZ's Discography

AO3 Link

Stories about the vigilante group opposing the Chuohku. Their goal? Being an annoyance to them to stop them from ruling the world!

This is a collection of all fics written. The focus is the group CATZ, a crew formed by three OCs. We may not write every story in order but details. There is an order though (kind of) and it will be sorted in that regard.

All our stories are either written by @nimue-hidden-lake (stored at @lake-archive) or @watersofcamelot (stored at @archives-of-camelot)

A quick Explanation before proceeding...

Discography - Fanfiction Masterlist

Albums - Fanfictions with multiple chapters

Singles - Oneshots

List

Three CATZ In The Bag (Album) (Intro)

Just A Passerby (Single)

'Hey Miss!' - 'I'm not a Miss!' (Single)

Rap God O (Album)

Rat Infestation (Album)

Secret Archives (Album)

A Mother Changes (Single)

Lab Cat (Single) (CONTENT WARNING)

Literary Genius (Single)

Gambling Hobo & Kitchen Killer (Single)

The Depressed Salaryman (Single)

Old Wounds (Album)

Invitation (Sngle)

The World Outside (Single)

I Have No Child (Single)

The Past is The Past... Right? (Album)

Today's Salary: Sleep And A Name (Single)

Everywhere I Go (Single)

The Start Of Their Story (Single)

more coming soon

Side Stories

I Will Find Myself (Album) (Ann's Backstory) (CONTENT WARNING)

A Rather Sweet Time (Single)

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnomic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #original character #original male character #male original character #nonbinary oc #ao3 link #masterlist

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manias-wordcount · 10 months

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hiya! i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could do something about ramuda amemura w/ a s/o that lacks self worth/is struggling with mental health issues? they would be a lot like him as well, except they put on a lot of different sides for diff people/groups of people, and their true self is still unknown to them cause of the self manipulation, but theyre a rather soft hearted, kind, and insecure person in general. theyve had a long a rocky past, from being verbally/physically abused by parents, to being excluded at school. theyre also quite good at bottling up their emotions as well, so maybe the scene would start in the middle of a silent panic attack? (although he can tell cause mutual trust and dating for a while) if you arent comfy w/ this, i completely understand (its just a silly rq to help me cope im sorry dndbdjdnd), so please dont pressure yourself! ty for your time and have an amazing day/night!

Just Breathe (Ramuda Amemura x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!!! 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸. 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹, 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you feel like you’re dying, you don’t like to be touched.

Even when you start to tremble. Even you feel find yourself silently slinking out of the room with your breaths running short and your eyes growing wide. Even as your heart beats and beats and beats against your chest as you look for a quiet place to hide away and exist. Even as your vision starts to blur with tears and you become dizzier and dizzier until the second you’re able to fall onto the ground. And especially when you start to grow scared. When you start to grow confused. When you start to choke , you don’t like to be touched. You can’t be touched. You don’t want to be touched. You don’t want that to die. But you don’t want that to be the thing that kills you either.

And yet…

“Deep breath in…”

…you still choose to let him in.

“...deep breath out. And again. Here we go-”

Most of the time, you could listen to Ramuda talk and hum and sing to you all day long. Oddly enough, this is one of those times. But as you sit on the hard pavement of a random back alleyway in Shibuya, tucked in between trashcans and forgotten pieces of junk, you find that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t focus. You just can’t breathe . And you’re trying. You’re trying really, really, really, really hard to. You want to do what he says. You want to feel better. You don’t want to make him feel worried for you. But it’s hard . It’s hard, and you hate it. You hate it, and you’re scared . You’re scared, and you don’t want to die.

It’s fear that boils up first in moments like these. Fear that hits you heavy and hits you hard as it overpowers all else in your mind overflowing so, so much . Anger and Sadness fight to be tasted. Two strong flavors. Two strong emotions. They fight for who is next behind fear. They fight for who is more powerful. In the moment. For all time. But exhaustion? Exhaustion waits its turn. It has laid claim to the aftertaste. Soon it will lay claim to you. And right after? You know it won’t be death. You know it won’t be.

But it feels that way.

It feels like it’ll be something close to death. It feels like something worst than terror and nightmares itself. It feels that way so, so much right now. That you’re going to die in just a second. That you’re going to gasp on your last exhale. Choke on your inhale. Tears will be streaming down your face, but your body feels too warm, your heart beats too fast, and your body shakes too much, and you’ll die. Right here, and right now. With your hands in his. And his hands and yours.

You sob.

“ Shh, shh…it’s okay,” In an instant, Ramuda is shushing you. Your cries are quiet. You’ve learned to hide your tears well. You knew you would be punished if you did anything else. But that last cry cuts through the air like a knife. It pains you so. It squeezes at your throat with the stress. It squeezes at your heart with the fear. And then before you know it, it swallows up your everything in silence once more. To hide your emotions. To cover up your fears. And to do so much more. “We’ll get through this. We have each other. So breathe with me, okay?”

You want to. You want to tell him that too. You want to tell him how you want nothing more but to breathe out the same air he fills his lungs with. You want to tell him how you want to follow his every order- his every direction- because you know much he cares for you. You want to.

But a quiet sob mixed in between a deep inhale is all you can muster. A pitiful sound. Nothing short of a mere hiccup as your lips try to move. They try to make a sound. And when it doesn’t work out the first time, they try again. And again. And again. And again until all they can do is part in desperation to let out another cry.

Somehow your abusers of times past have claimed your tongue as their own.

They’ve silenced you. They’ve silenced you and they’re not even here. They’ve silenced you and they haven’t paid for it yet. For your pain. For your suffering. For their sins. For their transgressions.

You deserve better than this. You deserve more than this. Words so easy to say. Words so hard to mean . You can’t convince yourself of that message. You can’t promise yourself that you weren’t meant to be hurt. But that’s the thing. You don’t want to hurt. You don’t want to die. You don’t want this to be the end. You don’t want to choke. You don’t want to cry. You want to breathe. You want to smile. You want peace, not suffering. You want laughter, not anger. Your happiness, not sadness. But most of all?

“Another deep breath in. We’ll be okay. I promise we’ll be okay.”

You hold your hands in his. He holds your hands in yours. You want him instead.

“I’ll do my best to protect you, I swear. So just breathe with me, alright?”

You want him instead.

It takes a couple of seconds, but you manage to nod your head, and you can almost feel the encouraging smile he offers you in exchange. Somewhere in the blurry mess of your vision, you’re able to see one of the only people to ever matter in your life. He speaks to you gently in this moment. He teaches you how to breathe in the same voice he sings to you in. You still feel like you’re dying. But the feeling is starting to ebb and flow with each word he says. With each breath he takes. Sometimes it’s there. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes you’re afraid. Sometimes you’re not. Sometimes you’re happy. Sometimes angry. Sometimes you’re sad. Sometimes you’re a whole lot of things.

But for now, you’re doing your best to breathe while Ramuda is doing his best to talk you down from the same bridge to hell that you’ve found him traversing on as often as you do. You’re still a lot of things right now. He’s still a lot of things too. But for now, you'll hold your hands in his. And he’ll hold your hands in yours. You have a long way to go to escape all of your pain. A long, long, long way. But if heaven is a place on earth for the two of you to witness? Well…

“Just breathe.”

…you hope he sings you a song as the two of you drag each other along.

You hope more than anything.

#ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura #ramuda amemura x reader #ramuda #hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis mic #hynosis mic fanfic #hynosis mic fanfiction #hypmic #hypmic x reader #hypmic fanfic #hypmic fanfiction #hypmic ramuda #hypnosis mic ramuda #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

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fullmetalgirl98 · 2 years

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Not me legit in love with these two.

*DO NOT REPOST, EDIT OR USE MY ART, please*

(Ramuda here)

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A Fool For His Birthday

AO3 Link - A Shared Love Between Our Posse (Masterlist)

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Gentaro Yumeno, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann) (Developing)

Synposis: April Fool's Day but also the birthday of Gentaro Yumeno. And having both of those days overlap can be causing more trouble than expected. At least it is all in good fun~

Words: 3,659

Being greeted with this sight was something Ann had not necessarily expected. Especially not at his home, Gentaro’s home. They had somewhat announced it, not wanting to barge in from one moment to the next.

“Hey, Gentaro. Is it ok if I come to visit you after lectures today?”

“Visiting me? What gives me the honor on such a day? Wouldn’t you prefer to avoid me~?”

Given it was the first of April as well as his nature, maybe… But he just so happened to be born on that day. So they really couldn’t… “Oh c’mon! I don’t see a reason to! Can I come over or not?”

“Very well. But don’t make it too long. Ramuda and Dice pushed me into some plans for that evening.”

“I know. Ramuda is also making me attend…”

“Of course he would. What a troublesome boy.”

“It’s just how he is.” Though their first boyfriend had insisted more than usual… What was up with that? They could only wonder…

Even the argument ‘How about you three have some ‘bro time?’ did not work. Because all Ramuda answered there was ‘Oh we’re getting plenty of bro time! Plus, it's Gentaro’s birthday! Pleeeaaase!?’. … He himself did have a fair argument though…

“Then I assume we could head to his studio together later.”

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

“I’ll look forward to it then. See you later, Ann.”

So regardless of anything, Ann still had plans to see Gentaro one on one, mainly to not be hit with a wave of embarrassment when handing him their gift… Which was difficult to pick out. Then again, in the end they didn’t necessarily pick something out.

Or… Well, they did but that was just a notebook, really, fitting in a small story within its pages. And they sadly had to admit that this was their emergency solution. All because they just couldn’t think of anything else… Outside of watermelon slices but… Firstly, it’s not summer. Secondly, that’s boring. At least the chocolate on Ramuda’s birthday required effort. And they didn’t want to slack off in Gentaro’s case either.

So they recalled one of the things he seemed to really enjoy and concluded that it might be a fun idea to write a short story, dedicated to his eyes only. Not just that but… Perhaps try themself on a doodle here and there. But that was also the thing, it was impossible to hand it over when Ramuda and Dice were around. Especially if the two saw the poor attempts of their illustrations. They already wanted to sink into the ground knowing that Gentaro would see them while reading the story sometime… Ah, the entire thought was embarrassing! Not just that but he was going to see their handwriting as well! Maybe they had gotten a little too ahead with this. Besides, what if he doesn’t like it!? That was perhaps their biggest fear at the end of the day, one which would make their stomach turn.

And that was why they had been pacing back and forth in front of his apartment door, unsure if they should even enter. Maybe they should just drop the notebook and run. Run as fast as possible and say that they only had enough time to drop their gift. But no, that’d be inappropriate! They should give him their gift to him in person. Yeah, in person! Besides, they had already agreed to pay him a visit so it would be impossible to back out now!

Alright, deep breath… And just get this over with! Yeah, just get it over with! It’ll be fine. It’ll be just fine…

So, a quick knock. “Hello! Gentaro!” They began, knocking once more. “It’s me, Ann! I’m here!”

“Oh!? Wait wait wait Ann!?” They heard him say surprisingly… Panicked? That was a first and unusual. “Ah, what terrible timing!”

Terrible timing? “Is something wrong? Do you need help with something?”

“Ahaha… W… Well… You could say that but—”

“Then go on, open the door. I’ll help out however I can!”

“It’s not exactly that but…”

“You don’t want me to come in?”

“It’s not…” A quick break, a short moment of silence before he continued after a short sigh. “Listen, you may come in. But promise me one thing.”

Promise something? What is he scheming now? That’s what they were wondering. “What is it?”

“Don’t freak out when you enter…”

“Don’t freak out? Why?”

“You’ll see! Just promise me that first!”

“Ok fine fine! I promise!”

“Thank you. Now, you may open the door. It is open.”

What had Gentaro been up to today, on his birthday nonetheless? But honestly, they should not even be surprised. It was April Fool’s as well, it may as well be a holiday for him or something like that. So they opened the door cautiously.

A quick gaze up, as if checking for anything up there. They wanted to believe that he would not step that low but you could never be sure with him, so they rather double checked. But nothing. A few glances to the side… Nothing seemed to be amiss. Alright, the coast was clear.

So they entered, one step inside, just in case, slow and steady. Was something on the ground they didn’t see? They didn’t know yet but were cautious nonetheless… But nothing. It was safe to walk on it.

So they soon were standing in the hall, looking around for a moment though a little puzzled. “Gentaro? Where are you?” Maybe he was stuck somewhere?

“Ahaha… W… Well… You might want to go into the living room to find out.” Ann heard him chuckle, though sounding very nervous, more than usual. Something was off here… Very…

“Why?”

“It’s best to see it instead of me explaining it all to you.”

They only shrugged at this point yet knew that discussing it was futile. So they may as well. Just what was going on here? They couldn’t really tell…

And yet, they would figure it out soon enough. Because they were heading straight to the first room on the left lacking a door, taking a glance into the living room. They saw nothing off at first. Everything seemed in place, literally. Nothing off here, at all. None. Na—

That was until they took a look at the couch seeing… A tiny rabbit on the sofa!? Light brown fur and green eyes, sitting there, sniffing around. They were staring a little in disbelief, almost dropping the notebook yet managed to catch it at the very last second. What… Was a rabbit doing here!? Why!? How!?

“Uhm… Did someone gift you a pet?” They asked, looking back into the hall, hoping that he was in another room. Someone gifted him a pet, right? That had to be it. It just had to! And yet—

“Firstly, it’s rude to not look at someone while they’re talking to you!” They heard his voice say very sternly, making them turn back. Wait, the voice was coming from the living room after all!? Where— “Secondly, I’m not a pet. It’s me, Gentaro. And someone apparently thought that it was funny to turn me into a fluffy creature!”

Hold on, what!? “W… Wait… You are saying…” Ann stuttered as they took a few steps closer, to the sofa. Carefully to not scare the little bunny on it. And once they were close enough they kneeled down, to come face to face with said bunny, staring at it and only seeing how it was moving its head around while moving its nose. Actually… From up close, it was an adorable little fella. If Gentaro would stay like that then maybe— Ah no! What were they even thinking!? “You’re messing with me, right?”

“Me!? Do I sound like I’m lying!?” Was the only thing they heard as a response, as if he was offended.

“I mean, you love to lie…”

“Hah, alright. That is a fair argument. However, I’m not joking in this instance. Sure, this body is warm and I do not feel uncomfortable but I cannot stay like this.”

He… Was serious? He was being serious… No, this was almost like some fairytale. No way. “Mhm… Right…”

“I mean it! I cannot work as a bunny, can I?”

“Well, you could work at a petting zoo. The kids would love you~” They decided to tease, even if just for this moment. They may as well.

“Ann, don’t even joke about things like that…” He said however, sounding surprisingly deadpan. “I would just bite every kid in sight trying to touch me.”

“Oh come on, don’t make them cry. Not even Ole does that.” Yeah, instead he recently liked to sleep at the end of their bed and bite into their toes when he saw the feet peeking out… Ole is an old man but still a cat, and that was a rather painful reminder. Anyways…

“I’m stating facts…”

“Besides, you could have an easier life. Think of all—”

“Stop joking around and help me turn back!” He interrupted, sounding desperate, perhaps a little embarrassed. That was a first.

And yet, she chuckled. It was a sight they would never get to hear again after all. “Alright alright. Let’s find a way to turn you back into the same old guy.”

They were about to get up, wanting to discuss this and yet– “Actually, I might have a plan.”

They got curious, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“You are accustomed to fairytales, aren’t you?”

Fairytales? What was this going to turn into? “Yeah, my parents read me some all the time.”

“Does that include The Frog Prince?”

“That’s basically a classic where I’m from. What’s up with—”

“Try kissing me.” Gentaro interrupted, sounding blunt, cold and saying this with no hesitation. This made Ann nearly trip over, shocked with wide eyes.

“Wait… What? Hold on!” She nearly shouted yet kept calm the moment they still noticed the tiny bunny. Right, they couldn’t startle him now…

“Is that not how the princess breaks the frog’s spell?”

“Wha– No! Well… Ok yes but in the original not. She threw him against the wall.”

“Huh… That will hurt but… Alright, go on. I’m ready.”

“ Are you crazy!? I’m not throwing a bunny against the wall!”

“Not even if—”

“Not even then!” This sounded insane. They’re not going to do that! What was going on in his mind, agreeing to this so easily!? Seriously…

“Fine! I’ll try a—” And yet, they had risen their voice all of a sudden, noticing the moment they saw the bunny hop down, away from the sofa. Instead of waiting they had reacted right away, dashing right after it for a few seconds after having placed the notebook onto the table. “Wha— Stay here! This isn’t funny!”

“Ah, apologies! But you were loud, my ears!”

“I’m sorry but what you suggested was crazy! Now get ba—” Though before they could say anything further, or rather wanted to finish their words, they noticed something when running right past the sofa. Something stuck out there… Something black. It was as if these were parts of some clothing, a fabric they were all too familiar with. They only stared at it for a short moment before their expression turned from worried to blank… Literally. Of course… Yeah, that checks out.

So they took a few steps closer, right behind the sofa themself and spotting someone all too well, having his back pressed against the sofa and sitting there, not looking up. At least not yet. And when he was about to speak again they interrupted him fairly quickly with their own words, anything but impressed.

“You really think this is funny, don’t you?”

Though instead of a quick gasp they only heard a chuckle. “Looks like I’ve finally been caught.” He commented before turning towards them, looking up to face them with his usual smirk, shrugging. “Though I’m surprised that you didn’t try to check sooner Ann~”

“Ah— That—”

“Did you really believe my little lie here~?”

“N… No! I… Er… Just wanted to play along!”

“Of course, play along.”

“It’s true! Nothing more!”

“Right, right. I believe you.” And yet, it sounded as if he didn’t.

“Ugh… Sh… Shut it!” This was embarrassing in the end…

A few minutes forward, the bunny had been placed somewhere where it could be getting some rest after all this running, away from the two who were about to converse. When Ann had asked Gentaro where he got it from he said that he took it in for a few days. Someone had asked him to take care of it and would pick it up later. He owed that person a favor so he could hardly decline. Plus, the little fella was adorable, no denying. And that is also why he had been home for now, awaiting the person to arrive and pick their little friend up.

“You could have warned me beforehand…” They sighed, both having decided to sit down on the sofa, right next to each other. Ann had decided to lean a little backwards, arms crossed. This was just… A lot. That guy…

“Haha, forgive me. But I couldn’t resist. Today is April Fool’s Day after all.” He reminded them with his usual smile, much to their own dismay. “And you fell for it.”

“I said tha–” They were about to protest again, yet that proved useless. They knew. “Nevermind.”

“Now, may I ask what even brings you here? I did not expect you to announce your visit so suddenly.”

Right, their visit… As to why they were here. They had almost forgotten to be honest. And once they remembered they were about to grow red from all said embarrassment. Because once reality kicks in that this will be in Gentaro’s hands right this second… They became a little hesitant again. And yet, they couldn’t just back out now.

Though they did not say a thing, not at first at least. They were looking around, stuttering for a moment before eyeing the notebook on the table for a few seconds. They were looking back at Gentaro for a moment, seeing him waiting ever so patiently for their answer. Then again, he might have a clue now… There was no use hiding it from him, was there? Yeah, no use at all.

“I… Well… You know what day it is, right?” They began slowly, their voice shivering a little. “And I don’t mean April Fool’s…”

“Oh yes, of course I know. You are speaking of my birthday, aren’t you?”

They nodded. “Yeah.”

“Oh, have you decided to grant me a wish in private?”

“Wha— Wait, that—”

“Then we should certainly talk about that kiss from earlier.” He said with no shame, teasing. And yet… It sounded so serious. Wait no, that was just his way of playing games in the end, wasn’t it!? He even leaned a little forward, to make matters worse.

It led to them trying to back away yet knowing they would just fall over if they did, being cornered. So they weren’t even trying. Besides, he was only close enough yet had not touched their lips with his own. It should be fine… He’s just messing with them a little. “It’s not like that! I mean it is related to your birthday but—”

“Oya? Are you denying me a wish on my very own birthday? You’re a cruel one~” He sounded hurt, the fake kind.

“Tha— I just… Guh… I wanted to give you something!” They said when suddenly grabbing the notebook, pulling it in front of their face. They just couldn’t look at his face, not like this. This was getting more and more embarrassing by the second. In fact, they had to make sure now that he was not seeing their face whatsoever. Really, this guy… Things have changed between the two but also not really, haven’t they?

“Ah, a gift. That is what you meant.” They heard him say, hearing the sofa making some noise, him most likely backing away, somewhat.

They lowered the notebook a little as a result, sighing before handing it over to him, no questions asked. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure what so I thought of… Well… Writing something. Hand written that is.”

“Hand written? For… Me?” He asked as they felt him taking the notebook, then hearing it open. No, they saw it actually, him skimming through the pages. Witnessing it first hand made them feel even more embarrassed than before now, to the point their thoughts were racing… Goddamnit.

“Yeah, for you. I… Hope it will be al—”

“Oya? And you can draw too.” He interrupted, sounding fascinated. Ah— He’s seeing the drawings, isn’t he!?

“I just… Thought maybe… Ok listen I’m not that good at it but I was thinking of… Giving it a personal touch! Go on ahead and laugh or something! I—”

“Oh no, it’s not bad at all. I was just surprised that you can even visualize what you’re thinking.” He interrupted, chuckling, then closing the notebook finally, placing it back onto the table. “Allow me to read it in peace later. Unless—”

“Please, take your time reading it!” They didn’t need to hear him reading their writing out loud. That was the last thing they needed to hear!

“Still, going through so much effort… It is not a giant special occasion.”

“A… Are you kidding? Of course it is. Besides… It’s only fair, isn’t it? Putting effort into a gift I mean…”

“If you say so. But really, you didn’t have to do that.” He assured them, or tried to.

“It’s fine, really. No trouble at all. I did it because I wanted to!” They insisted.

“Alright, I will not argue. I thank you all the same.”

And then a moment of silence between the two again… Ah, this was really something else… The two of them, alone right now. And there was still a bit of time left before they would head to the studio Ramuda owned. Not like they could go anyway thanks to the rabbit anyway bu—

“Although, back to the kiss…” Ann suddenly heard Gentaro bring up, facing them directly yet again. Hearing him say that made them squeal in place for a short moment, staring at him intensely.

“P… Please don’t joke like that!” They tried to reason with him, only to see him leaning forward yet again.

“Joke? Who said I was joking?” He countered, all too serious sounding. That had them look at him with wide eyes, feeling just how they warmed up by then. Wait a second—

“Hah!? It has to be! Not funny!”

“But what if I’m not?” And he only got closer.

“That…”

“Say, would you not grant me that one wish?” He asked, his voice in a sudden whisper. He… Was he serious? Was he? Wasn’t he? What was he getting at!?

Though… The argument… It was tempting. And he had been asking earlier. It’s just a kiss right? Ah wait, should they even consider? But he was close and— Ah, why were they even thinking about it? The two had kissed before. One time in the bookstore, the other time at the train station. It should be fine… Right? Was it? They would lie if they said that the urge had not overcome them… And they could use his reasoning as an excuse… Maybe?

Oh they should just admit that they wanted to kiss him…

So they suddenly did. Just when they saw him, his mouth opening, about to say something to them they suddenly leaned a little forward, right in to press their lips against his own.

It was short, though more than a mere peck. His lips were soft, the taste exactly what they remember. It was hard to pull back honestly, hence why they may as well be almost glued onto his lips. But they pulled back shortly after, not wanting to make this too long. And needless to say… His reaction had been unexpected.

He was staring at them, as if in disbelief, and they could see him all red. It was a first, not something they had seen before. Ever. And moments later he even put his hand over his mouth before making one of his fingers trace over his own lips. He didn’t say anything, only staring at them for a moment before suddenly leaning away from them and turning his face into the opposite direction, as if trying to hide his face.

And it left them… Confused. “Gentaro? Is something wrong?” They asked him, a little worried. This reaction was unusual, even for him. Just what was he—

“N… No. No no no! Nothing is wrong!” He responded, as if trying to keep his cool, though failing miserably. Why was he getting so worked up all of a sudden?

“You sure? That—”

“Just… Uhm… I… Being so bold.”

“Bold? What do you mean?”

“Ah— It’s… Nothing! Just thinking aloud!”

The first time they had seen him like this. “W… Wasn’t that your birthday wish?”

No response, only silence on his end. Though he turned back soon enough, eyeing them with… Still an intense redness? Yeah, he was red beyond belief here, redder than red even.

“I… I know what I said but it was a—” He wanted to say yet he didn’t finish it. In the end he just didn’t finish it. No, he kept silent for a moment before they spotted him with a different face altogether. A smile? Was that what they saw?

“No, nevermind. I won’t complain. I think I got pretty lucky.”

“Lucky?”

“Please, do not question it.” He said, turning back with his face in their full view once more. A smile so gentle yet genuine, one of the most genuine they had seen of him. Perhaps he was just really happy at the moment. They could only guess and yet… Even if only for this very moment…

“Thank you for granting my birthday wish.”

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