#shut up hika

[waratteiru]

i might sub the gintama ato no matsuri manga from sorachi bit because this is legit the hardest i've laughed at a seiyuu event ever like my sides genuinely hurt from non-stop laughing

if gintamablr or seiyuublr could give me encouragement by liking or replying,, that would be great,,,

EDIT: it's done!! check it out here!

#gintama #seiyuu #i'm a simple woman. community enthusiasm gives me power #i don't think anyone has subbed this before right?? #it's 20 mins of pure seiyuu gold #which might be 8hrs of torture for me but for gintamadom i'd do it #sugita tomokazu #suzumura kenichi #ishida akira #tagging the seiyuus for farming likes but listen i need the encouragement #shut up hika

[domoz]

A little Tobi/Hika sickfic for you

Hikaku rubs at his stinging eyes and re-reads a line for the third time.

It's not even lunch yet. He's usually not so tired this early in the day, but he's had a pounding headache since he woke up this morning and the noise of construction just outside his office really hasn't helped with his focus. He already shut the window to block out some of the unusual chill that's lasted past the early morning, but the sound of hammering and shouting still filters up and frays at his nerves.

Having a place to eat so close to the administrative tower will be nice, really! He just wishes they could make it happen more quietly. Just for today, at least.

Hikaku groans and smothers his face into his hand, resenting how nice the pressure and darkness feels. It would help if anyone in the Nara could be bothered to make their handwriting neat enough to read.

A presence announces itself at the door with a light rap, and Hikaku is faintly alarmed to note that he's so fatigued that it feels like a monumental struggle to lift his head and greet them.

It's Tobirama, arms crossed and frowning faintly.

"I came to see if you had finished looking over contract proposals the Nara sent, but…"

Hikaku winces. He's made it a bit of a point of pride to be on time with his paperwork, and that's something Tobirama seems to appreciate, but now here he is with something truly time sensitive and he can't focus enough to get it done.

"Apologies." He says, "I'll get it to you as soon as I'm finished."

Tobirama nods, but he does not otherwise move, and after a long moment of staring at each other, Hikaku ducks his head and tries to focus back on the work in front of him.

"Hikaku." Tobirama's voice is suddenly much closer, because -- he looks up with a start, he knows Tobirama is fast but honestly, his reaction was slow -- the man himself is closer, leaning over Hikaku's desk and into his space with an unreadable look on his face.

Hikaku can only blink. His mind feels like it's swimming through syrup, and it runs completely blank as Tobirama raises a hand and rests the back of his cool fingers on Hikaku's brow.

"You're sick." He announces, and, well, when it's pointed out so plainly, the evidence does lead in that direction. But then Tobirama goes on to say, "You should go home, you'll do better work when you're well rested."

Those are bold words coming from one of the most chronically overworked people Hikaku knows. And the response that bubbles out of him is, "You stayed in the office when you were sick last month, isn't that a bit hypocritical?"

He doesn't actually mean to say that last part out loud, but with Tobirama so close to him and looking at him so intently, the chill he'd been feeling has been flushed out by a warmth that's only serving to muddle his thoughts further.

"I didn't have anyone encouraging me to do otherwise." Tobirama replies with an unrepentant shrug. Which… Is true enough. Hikaku had noticed, had made sure Tobirama always had some tea ready if he needed it, but he'd not actually pointed out that the man should rest.

"…Hikaku." Tobirama says again, pulling his wandering attention back. The frown has returned with greater intensity, "Who takes care of you in times like this?"

It's already clear that Tobirama isn't willing to be swayed. He's already hard enough to persuade at the best of times, and Hikaku hardly feels capable of a conversation right now, much less an argument.

…But he's not in such a bad state that he needs someone to take care of him. His mind goes to Madara first, but he's far too busy to worry over something like this, and then Izuna, who would also be busy, if he wasn't out on a mission, anyways. The Uchiha are a tight knit clan, and there are plenty of other names he could say, but… There's work, and missions, and new children, and it's really not worth getting in anyone's way over a simple cold…

"…I see." Says Tobirama, taking his extended silence as an answer. One he looks unhappy with, for whatever reason.

Without warning, he stands up and begins gathering all the papers left on Hikaku's desk into a neat pile.

"Ah…?" Is about as far as Hikaku gets into protesting before those cool fingers are on his wrist and the entire world lurches out from under him. He hadn't been feeling nauseous before, but the surprise hirashin brings it to the back of his throat, and Hikaku has to hunch over and breath through it for a few moments before he can get a bearing on where he is.

It's a small wooden house, one that smells distinctively of the pine and sap of a mokuton grown building. It's a little cluttered, but it's obvious that everything has it's own place.

There's a temptingly inviting looking kotatsu in the middle of the room. There's paperwork on the kitchen counter. There's a shrine in one corner, and in the other, an armor stand with a familiar set of blue hanging off it.

…He's in Tobirama's house.

"I'm not going to actually stop you from working, even if I think you should rest." Tobirama ignores Hikaku's gaping and sets the paperwork on the kotatsu, "It should be easier to focus here, regardless. I'm going to make soup for lunch."

Hikaku stares for a long, long moment as Tobirama does, indeed, move to kitchen and start pulling out ingredients. The Senju only glances up at him when he performs a sloppy kai just to make sure there's no genjutsu involved with...Whatever this is, but nothing changes. Either this is a fever induced hallucination, or it's real.

For lack of another option, Hikaku picks his way over to the kotatsu and slides to sit underneath it. It must have only just been turned on, but the warmth already feels dangerously comfortable.

Tobirama had been correct about one thing, at least. The sound of something being chopped in the kitchen makes it much easier to focus than the sounds of construction did. If only he didn't lose what he had gained in the way it's growing harder and harder to keep his eyelids open.

… A few moments to rest his eyes will probably do wonders to get this headache under control, and Tobirama will wake him up to eat, surely?

And if he doesn't, if Hikaku wakes up with his work already done and a meal ready to be reheated and eaten, well… Who could blame him for doing exactly what was planned?

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #tobirama senju #hikaku uchiha #hikatobi #im just imagining madara being like. hey . where's hikaku #and tobirama says he wasn't feeling well. so he sent him home. #does NOT specify that he sent hikaku to HIS home #sir that is MY favorite coworker and im acting NORMAL about him!!

[satorisa]

Ozone and Petrichor

Rating: T

Summary: In which Throné and Hikari get caught in the rain after a late night at the tavern. Part of an art trade with @elementalsoup

Alternate Reading: AO3

*sighs wistfully*

鳴神の 少し響みて さし曇り 雨も降らぬか 君を留めむ [A faint clap of thunder Clouded skies Perhaps rain comes If so, will you stay here with me?]

- Man'yōshū, Book 11, verse 2,513

…

The stench of petrichor seared the back of Throné’s throat before she could even hear the storm outside.

She covered her nose as she left the tavern, hoping the lingering scent of her perfume would mask the foul odor of New Delsta in the rain.

Unfortunately, the base notes had long faded away.

“What’s wrong, Throné?” Hikari asked.

When the door shut behind them, the downpour boomed in Throné’s ears, and nausea began to well up inside her. She mostly blamed the smell, mentally cursing her sensitive nose, to avoid the bubbles of memories that resurfaced with each stifled inhale she took.

“The smell…” she mumbled.

“Is it too strong for you?”

She nodded.

Hikari fished a pouch from his pocket and tossed it to her. Its fragrance cut through the fetor of the rain as it traveled through the air. And when it landed, softly, in her cupped palms, all she could smell was the mixture of herbs inside it.

And all she could feel were the remnants of his warmth cradled in her hands.

“I didn’t pin you as a potpourri kind of guy,” she said, bringing the pouch to her nose.

“I’m not,” he replied, “but Castti made it for me. To calm my nerves.”

“Hm…”

Sleet began to pelt the ground. Throné nearly smothered herself with the pouch while Hikari turned away from her to watch the deluge.  In the meager lighting outside the tavern, she could see the awe in his usually stern profile, captivated by mere water falling from the sky.

“D’you like rain that much?”

“I suppose I do,” he answered. “It rarely rains in Ku and, when it does, it’s a light drizzle at most. So storms like this are always a sight to behold.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

Hikari chuckled. “You don’t seem to like rain all that much.”

“Rain’s fine. It’s just water at the end of the day.”

Throné met Hikari’s eyes. He could tell, despite her nonchalance, that there was something else there: another feeling stewing inside, curbed only by the fragrant herbs grounding her to that very moment.

She looked away from him, focusing on the hail bouncing at their feet. And when they finally came to a stop, they disappeared under the unrelenting torrent, leaving no trace of their existence.

Ah, how she wished that memories were just as transient.

She knew that, no matter how terribly she stumbled over her words were she to open up, Hikari would understand. Despite the difference in their upbringings, they could read the space between each other’s words with the same ease as walking. And, while, such a thought would assure most people, her closeness with Hikari specifically terrified her.

It was different from the intimacy she shared with Castti and infinitely more so than the kindred bond she shared with Temenos; she felt at home in her relationships with them. However, while she felt just as comfortable with Hikari, his earnestness effortlessly dredged up thoughts and feelings she would rather keep tucked away.

“Don’t force yourself to share if you’re not comfortable,” Hikari reassured with a smile. “But if you do want to tell me, take all the time you need. I don’t think the storm is letting up anytime soon.

The sleet stopped, and the sound of rain filled the silence between them. Hikari looked out beyond the awning. Throné looked inwards.

“It…kind of smells like blood, doesn’t it?”

Hikari sniffed the air before nodding. She had only mentioned her aversion to the smell briefly, yet Hikari sensed the weight of her feelings beyond that sentiment and knew that such a topic shouldn’t linger any longer in their conversation.

“It’s a good thing I had that pouch on me, then,” he said.

“Even when Castti’s not here, she’s still a godsend.”

Hikari laughed. Throné cracked a smile. And, in that moment, she forgot about the melancholy the rain had brought her. Before their mirth dissipated, thankfully, Hikari had recalled something.

“Were you there when Ochette said that the rain smells different from place to place?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell. What about it?”

“Osvald said that the smell of the rain depends on the environment you’re in. So the rain smells like that here because of all the development. Whatever he said after that was beyond me, though.”

Throné thought about the terrible squall on their way to Wellgrove and, only when Hikari mentioned it, did she realize how different the rain smelled there when its fresh scent returned to her. The cave they were stranded in that night had an earthy and musty bouquet, but it was so much more natural than the stench the herbs were warding off.

Compared to the verdant forest surrounding the cave, New Delsta had little greenery. The damned city was mostly cobblestone streets snaking through brick-and-mortar buildings so close together that it was suffocating; she would never return to this accursed place of her own accord. However, her journey had led her and her companions back here to investigate what laid beyond the locked door in the sewers. Her freedom was within her grasp, yet she continued to feel trapped by this artificial jungle forcibly imprinted onto her very being.

“Would you like a hug?”

She nearly dropped the pouch in her hands. Unable to string an appropriate response from the fractured thoughts in her mind, she automatically answered his question with a bewildered look.

Before traveling with the group, Throné was wary of physical contact. Every touch she shared with someone else, whether to seduce them for information or take their very life, was fueled by the intent to cause harm.

However, after all the time she spent traveling with her companions, she adapted to their physical idiosyncrasies: she linked elbows with Ochette, high-fived Agnea, drunkenly embraced Castti, received awkward side-hugs from Osvald, fist-bumped Partitio, and nudged Temenos. Each small gesture carried the trust they built up over the course of their adventure, showing how much these disparate lives had come to care about each other.

The only person in their group that still kept to himself was Hikari, but his amicable demeanor outside of meticulously maintaining his personal bubble made Throné think little of it. She chalked it up to him being royalty and filed it away as one of Hikari’s many quirks.

“Never thought you’d ever offer.”

“It’s just—it looks like you need one.”

Throné returned his scrutiny from earlier. Hikari met her gaze. His eyes were steadfast.

“Physical contact doesn’t come easy to me. Every time I touch someone, I’m scared that I’m going to hurt them. That I’m going to blink and, when I open my eyes again, someone I care about will be bleeding to death in front of me.” Hikari smiled. “And I have a feeling that, this time, words weren’t going to be enough to comfort you.”

“Like you said earlier, there’s no need to push yourself.”

“I know, but I won’t be able to move forward if I don’t try, right?”

Throné tucked the bag of herbs into the pouch hanging from her waist before pulling Hikari into an embrace. And he reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her surprisingly delicate frame.

This did not feel like the drunken hugs she shared with Castti: their similar heights and build made each hug feel just right. And every time Throné snuggled with the apothecary, she always smelled strongly of herbs that masked the faint, acrid smell of antiseptic that laced the threads of her clothes.

Hikari, on the other hand, was slightly taller with a lean frame that masked his muscular build, but his body melded with Throné’s perfectly. He smelled like the sun and sweat from their trek earlier, but he also smelled distinctly like Hikari, a scent reminiscent of the fresher notes of petrichor, that complimented the lingering aroma of the sachet of herbs.

He was right. This was more comforting than anything he could’ve told her.

Throné relished this moment, bracing herself for the moment Hikari would soon pull away.

He didn’t.

Hikari deepened the embrace, nuzzling his face into her hair. His unexpected boldness surprised her, and she stiffened in response.

“I guess, despite it all, I still am a man,” Hikari joked as his voice rumbled through Throné. “I know I should let go, but I can’t seem to want to.”

“It’s because you’re deprived.”

Hikari laughed. “I guess so, but—“ His hands traveled up to cradle her head, terrified and apologetic for something Throné couldn’t discern. “—it hurts seeing you like that. Somehow more so than anyone else. And, if I could, I wish I could take away all the pain you’re shouldering.”

“You’re only saying that because we’re friends.”

“Even if we weren’t, everyone deserves to be happy. Even you. Especially you.”

Tears began to pool at the edge of Throné’s eyes. The shockwave of his words alleviated the tension in her body as her arms tightened around Hikari, and she dug her face into his chest. When her tears finally escaped, Hikari’s robe soaked them up.

“…same to you.”

There was something extremely romantic about a prince and an assassin, after a moment of emotional intimacy, sharing a comforting embrace under the guise of the night. They stood in their dry haven, sheltered from the rain, as they continued to melt into each other.

But the romance of their moment ended when Throné began to yearn for something beyond a hug. It sometimes happened during jobs with marks she found aesthetically attractive, but such feelings were ephemeral. This was stronger, more dangerous than those transient spikes of adrenaline, and she didn’t know if she would’ve been able to restrain herself were they not in public.

They both pulled away, faces flushed despite the cool weather. Hikari cleared his throat while Throné grabbed the pouch of herbs, drowning herself in its scent to calm herself. This lapse of control had to be caused by the influence of alcohol, compounded by the fact that they were the last two from their party at the bar (again), laughing away and chatting into absurd hours of the night (yet again).

Throné could willingly admit to herself that she was falling for the prince. But this moment confirming that Hikari, to some degree, reciprocated her feelings made her instinctively reject them all the more.

A romance between a prince and an assassin? How could something so ridiculous ever come to be?

After they had both calmed down, and Throné shelved such an absurd thought, did they notice that the rain had let up.

Hikari stepped out from under the awning, enjoying the spray of water, before offering his hand to Throné.

“May I?”

This was a gesture of pure chivalry, spurred only by how late it was and how their conversation devolved. Nothing more, nothing less.

But, while still under the night’s domain, Throné would allow herself to indulge, sampling a taste of the freedom awaiting her by succumbing to her feelings.

“You may.”

She took his hand and, after intertwining their fingers, she stepped towards him. And so, huddled next to each other, they walked back to the inn, savoring their whims of fancy before they had to return to reality.

…

鳴神の 少し響みて 降らずとも 吾は留まらむ 妹し留めば [A faint clap of thunder Even if rain comes not I will stay here Together with you]

- Man'yōshū, Book 11, verse 2,514

#octopath #octopath traveler #octopath traveler 2 #octopath 2 #octopath travler ii #throne anguis #hikari ku #my writing #my fanfiction

[distortsverity]

@gogogobarry​ whispered : "Um, Hika...I think I lost you! Hello? Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me? Where did everyone go...go...go..." Barry's brave front is breaking, his voice echoing bizarrely in this nightmarish realm, nervous tones twisted by the hellish ambiance. The blond walks, floats just ahead of Hikari, yet he seems completely unaware of her presence. Suddenly, he whirls abruptly to stare daggers at his friend with eyes of glazed hazel (as if just noticing her), and the angry, warped voice that hisses from between clenched teeth is not his own. "You. Your fault. Why did you leave me here? Why did you leave me behind?!" Despite his accusatory tone, Barry doesn't move after snarling his queries, as if frozen in place with an unnatural scowl fixed on his lips. Why? Because none of this is real--it's just another one of Hikari's nightmares, courtesy of the Distortion World. And--thank Arceus--it's almost time to wake up.

                      "Um, Hika...I think I lost you!“

❝ C’mon Barry, I’m literally standing right here! ❞ Lost her? Lost his eyes and ears, more like it.

Besides . . . where exactly is “ here ”? And how did they end up “ here ”?

There are so many telltale signs of a world that isn’t quite right --- how both teens move across sheer black nothingness, how this alien space distorts the boy’s tone and pitch into something half-recognizable at best, how the atmosphere feels dreadfully sterile, how insidious vibrations ripple around Hikari’s body with every stride she takes --- yet there are no blaring sirens in her head to jolt her awake. She never realizes she is dreaming, never even pauses to gauge her surroundings.

After all, she’s too busy running, straining to catch up to him. Her legs are getting tired. Barry’s getting anxious --- frightened, even. 

                      “Hello? Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me?“ 

❝ Yes I can hear you, I’m right here!! ❞ 

Why is he always just a couple arm’s lengths in front of her?

Has he always been this fast? She’s running and she’s pretty sure he is not so why can’t she overtake him? 

                      “Where did everyone go...go...go...”

❝ OH FOR ARCEUS’S SAKE, ❞ Hikari snaps with a scream, ❝ BEHIND YOU, IDIOT!!! JUST TURN AROUND!!! TURN --- ❞ 

And turn he does, as if on command, taking her aback ( surprise quickly morphs into fear great uneasiness, for his face --- that condemning glare --- is not the face she’d grown so fond of after more than a decade of knowing him ).  

How odd. He never looked at her like that. Where’s Barry’s brand of zestful joy? Shouldn’t he be happy to see her? Wasn’t he scared just now, frantically calling out --- 

                      "You. Your fault.” 

. . . . . . What? 

❝ . . . What? Barry, what in the hell are you --- ❞ 

                      “Why did you leave me here? Why did you leave me behind?!"

If he were just about anyone else, Hikari would already be scrambling to defend herself. Hah, she’d probably even send herself into a swiftly-climbing rage in the process ( oh the nerves it must take to attack her out of goddamn nowhere ). 

But he is Barry. She knows for a fact that Barry wouldn’t glare such sharp daggers at anyone --- not like this, not without solid justification. Although his accusations are terribly vague and curt, Hikari foolishly reads into them, perceives meanings where there ought to be none, pronounces herself guilty for crimes the real Barry never confronted her about until now.

. . . So whatever she’s done, she did end up leaving her lifelong best friend behind. How dare she. 

❝ I . . . . . . I’m sorry, Barry. ❞ If only she’d stopped there and let him go ( who knows why she thought it was a good idea to continue ). 

The first apology slips out a feeble whisper, but with each iteration, her voice crescendos until she is borderline shouting at him ( shut your mouth, Hikari! saying it over and over again means nothing, proves nothing, changes nothing so can’t you accept there’s no returning to “ Before ”? ).

❝ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry please forgive me you know I didn’t mean to --- !!! ❞ Didn’t mean to leave him behind ( not your fault, it is the Heavens’ Will ). Didn’t mean to soar past the clouds and into the stars while he was still earthbound ( millions want and need you up there, embrace it ). Didn’t mean to accept a pedestal that’d prompt a hasty metamorphosis, a kind of withdrawal, closing parts of herself off from even those who’d known her for a lifetime ( that is for the best, you are not just a girl anymore ). On and on and on she rambles and pleads in a woeful attempt to salvage their friendship, but in its futility, all it accomplishes is to humiliate and degrade --- ❝ I’ll make it up to you just tell me how I can make it up I won’t leave you again I promise --- ❞ Poor Barry. He must be tuning her out at this point ( as he should ). Pay no mind to this overly emotional display, lest you succumb to fatal second-hand embarrassment.

Hikari moves her hands to conceal her face, as much of it as physically possible, childishly praying that if she can’t see him he can’t see her. No use. He isn’t moving away, he’s still glaring at her like she had stabbed him in the back and she still feels the full brunt of a hatred that she never ever thought would be crushing her of all people. To her dismay, the first drops of water start trailing down her cheeks. One after the other after the other, they build into a cascade she can’t screw her eyes tight enough to stop ( oh for Arceus’s sake why is there a flood, who turned on the waterworks, where has the dam gone, how were so few words capable of ruining her composure? ). 

Don’t look at her, oh please don’t look at her when her dignity has scattered with the ( nonexistent ) winds! Cast those damning eyes elsewhere, they’re burning her alive! ❛ Hold strong! ❜ her mind demands of the rest of her body. ❛ Hold strong! ❜ . . . yet in defiance, her knees choose to give out from beneath her ( she is sent falling falling falling to the cold dead invisible earth ).

Those hateful, hazel eyes follow. Nowhere to run.

Stupid pathetic child, why do you demean yourself by groveling on your knees? Why do you avert that stone-hearted gaze by turning your face to the emptiness below? Why do you grieve so violently that your sobs wrack your body and reduce every sentence you try stringing together into incoherent blubbering? Shame shame shame on you. Get a grip! Stand back up! Look your old friend right in the eyes and bid him a solemn farewell!

Because where you’re headed, there should not be a single person whose support and company are a necessity.

. . .  . . .  . . . 

She ultimately accomplishes none of that --- doesn’t even begin to try --- because she stays right where she is, doubled over on the ground, hands muffling her cries, writhing in agony like some accursed disgrace ( a meek, final ❝ I’m sorry ❞, but this one is not so much for Barry as it is for some unseen, unknown audience ).

. . . 

All is growing deathly still. If she wasn’t so deep in mourning, she’d realize just how reminiscent it is of an unearthly domain. 

. . .  

. . . Thank Arceus, it’s almost time to wake up. 

She fails to notice how her former BFF’s neither made a peep nor budged a millimeter this entire time. She fails to notice that the scowl he wears is half his own and half that of □ □ □ □ □ ( this nightmare, this place wouldn’t be complete without □ □ □ □ □ , and coming from □ □ □ □ □ , those claims of “ leaving me behind ” are suddenly very true ). She fails to notice when Barry’s figure begins to dissipate into the blackness that engulfs them both, as though he is being steadily consumed, piece by piece, head to toe --- 

And when he leaves, so too does Hikari. 

. . .  . . .  . . . 

Reality is kind in how it welcomes her back. 

Her eyes flutter open to the picturesque scene of a winter night, familiar and comforting like home. Gentle snowfall. The sprawling, starry canvas of the Milky Way. Twisting, snow-laden branches overhead that bend under the mounting weight. So beautiful, so quiet, so serene --- but for perhaps the first time in her life, she finds little solace in the Sinnohan winter environment.  Her distress follows her here, lingering even long after the nightmare’s end ( through her body trembling with heart-aching repentance for a betrayal she had only imagined, through her hands reaching up and clawing deep into her hair in a frankly baffling effort to either recompose or punish herself ). A strange sight it must be, the breakdown of the unbreakable. She knows that too. She hates it so much.

❝ What’s WRONG WITH ME!! WHY WHY WHY WHYWHYWHYWHY --- !!! ❞

There’s the unexpected click and flashing white light of a Pokeball opening by itself, then another, and another, and another --- until her entire team is wide-awake and surrounding her on all sides. She’s barely registered the sheer panic and concern on their faces when she is suddenly enveloped by a Togekiss’s wings, her cries now melting into his chest feathers rather than ringing out across the otherwise silent landscape. 

Had to go ruin their nights too, huh? Get a hold of yourself. 

There, in the safety and comfort of Bubosca’s hug, the world stops, spacetime freezes, and Hikari, Savior of Sinnoh, is just a girl again.

#gogogobarry #[ v ;; atop the world beneath the heavens ] #/ wow so this happened. writing un-hika'ed hika is really something. \ #/ im so sorry for the eternal wait omfg \

[kurna-kovite]

kaoru as a vampire hehe

MAAANNN dont even get me started. idk if you've seen buffy the vampire slayer but that shit changed something in my brain chemistry so some type of vampire au is always a given

my initial concept for anything like that was kaoru a vampire slayer and hikaru a vampire because idk i just want them to fight? there's more at stake (haha) but even if one of them is soulless I don't think they could ever kill their brother. anybody who's actually watched btvs will be like "🤓☝️ um ackshually spikes mom and angel-" shut the hell up. brotherly love trancends boring old hetero romance and spikes mom.

even if you haven't seen it I love the concept? banger shit. hell yeah hellll yeah did I mention helllll yeah

since you brought up kaoru as a vampire it just. lmao. Hikaru is fucking dumb hed be like "u can take my blood whenever you want :]" and be 100% serious. and I love that for him, subservient little bitch boy

its also why i lean towards vamp hika and slayer kaoru cuz yas girl slay but. it boils down to the fact that hikaru would be like "aw shucks" if kaoru became a vampire, but kaoru would be PISSED if hikaru became a vampire, 100x this if he warned Hikaru to be careful a thousand times before. he'd be so fucking angry because he's also covering up the fact that he's devastated that his brother is actually just straight up dead, even if he's walking and talking like usual. I love emotional torment for kaoru.

also means that kaoru is NOT chill with just hanging out with a vampire dude. like hello human killer and also my dead brother? no instead kaoru is ready to fucking murder him again, though strangely enough he never gets around to doing that, no matter how many times they fight and he wins. that's so weird innit

tldr love this dynamic bc its so lovers to enemies to lovers except they never stop loving each other. Hikaru gets to prank and tease the shit out of kaoru like :3 while kaoru grapples with the idea that because he couldn't save his twin lover I mean brother, he has to kill him instead. good shit

sorry anon if i crushed your vamp kaoru dreams. unfortunately i have created a vampire au in my head long ago and used this as an excuse to share it

#hikakao

[sleeping-in-stars]

I don't have people I can run to like you do- I don't have a hika or jupi or whoever you feel good just venting to

You think I do and they probably would let me but /i/ in my mind don't feel people are safe to express myself to and im scared of what they'll say when I do speak about myself

But with you I always think, oh let me try, and then it backfires because you can't understand me and I wish I could just never speak

I need to learn to shut up I need to learn to just stay quiet I promise I won't bother you anymore with my mind ill keep it quiet I promise everyone loves silly me ill keep that up I swear I will

[dotonborii]

「ヒカくんは素晴らしすぎやで！」

#tr: Hika-kun is too nice! #dash commentary #shut up masaru

[deadly-devotion]

// Never Gonna Give You Up is a perfect song for all occasions, including picking up phone numbers. Hint hint. Hur hur. @asktheseventhhuman @dt-divided

#no hika no #shut up hika #but in seriousness #I'll probably need to think about it. xD

[gp329]

How long has it been since I last made a post about my weird dreams?

Anyways, yeah. I had a dream where first there were actual Pokémon living in my house. I asked mom to capture one for me, and it was some kind of Caterpie with Pikachu ears on it, which I affectionately referred to as "Caterpika". There were also some fanmade Eeveelutions having a conversation in the hallway. One of them looked like a Glaceon who was poisoned. Giratina was there too, but he looked nothing like Giratina, he looked more like Scolipede, and he would randomly change shape to various characters from animated movies. One point he was Alex the lion from Madagascar, and another he was Manny the mammoth from Ice Age....yeah. Also some of the regular Eeveelutions gained abilities from legendaries with types they each would be weak to, like Jolteon with Groudon's powers, and Flareon with Kyogre's, etc.

Another part of the dream was me trying to order a vanilla milkshake with a ton of sprinkles, but the people at the restaurant lying by saying they're all out, even though the ingredients were clearly right there. I got so upset at them and walked back to the car. Also for some reason the Pikachu family was in the car with us. I guess we adopted them from the previous part of the dream? I dunno.

The next part was me and for some reason @leathericecream filming a video of a rather cursed-looking house. There were weird markings on the walls and floor, and something or someone was talking in reverse, and playing weird noises that somehow made the one specific area of our spines, somewhere above the butt, tingle uncontrollably. We hid in the basement, and saw there were a bunch of empty unplugged refrigerators everywhere. Apparently we were in a video game or something because the graphics for the elevator were replaced with a model of some guy in a labcoat. Leather started commenting on it, while in-character as Čeda. I didn't bother questioning him in that situation, so we went outside and there were more fridges.

The final(?) part was me exploring the top floor of that house. It looked like some kind of daycare or whatever. the kids were all talking in non-sequiturs and randomly disappearing while walking into the kitchen, for snacks I guess. That was incredibly cursed that they were doing that, so I went onto the elevator, which loaded correctly that time, back downstairs, and outside the house, which suddenly looked more like a school building with multiple staircases leading to multiple doors.

Anyways, tl;dr, dreams make no sense, especially coming from me.

#weird dream #this one is long #why was this a thing? #what did i do before any of this? #why was leathericecream there? #so many questions #this is cursed #hika rambles #edit:fixed a few errors #shut up hikariberlitz

[falling-pages]

A bird? A bird: Hikaru x Haruhi

in which drunk Hikaru is a mood.

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Hikaru Hitachiin x Haruhi Fujioka

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Enemies to lovers, non-host club au, aged up au.

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TW: Drinking

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The disgust lingered in the back of his throat like iron, like a bad pill you swallow but not fast enough. He fumbled the chaser to his liquor, and now he was stuck with the gross aftertaste. The refuge of his office, where he gulped down air like water, could only last so long. He couldn’t even go out in the common area, break room or restroom without having to see her--and for that, for taking away his freedom and social butterfly antics, he hated her.

Every time he saw her cute little snarl and tight little bun and stiff black skirts enraged him, filling his blood with a heat he didn’t know how to deal with. Despite her short height, she held her nose in the air as she worked, the only way she could look down on everyone like she so desperately craved. Always propping up her law degree, well this and actually that, ruining any jokes he made with a deadpan stare. She messed with his head, distracted him from his work, and for that she must go.

As much as he had tried to get her fired--and he had tried--nothing made the boss budge. He tried pulling rank, as the head of the software department; he tried using his parents’ names; nothing worked.

She’s doing a stellar job, the bossman had said. And, she’s our lawyer. If we did fire her for no reason, she would sue us into the ground.

I do have a reason, Hikaru retorted. She annoys me.

It wouldn’t hold up in court, but it seemed good enough for him.

Hikaru inhaled deeply through his nose, grounding himself by gripping his desk. Surrounded by all his trophies and achievements, he still could only think of her. He had to handle this, or else he’d go insane, but he had no idea where to start.

Kaoru. Kaoru would know what to do.

He rose from his chair, taking one last look behind him at the stained glass city through his clear glass window. Despite it only being mid-afternoon, the city was pulsing and alive with color, birds dive-bombing for food, vendors hawking at passersby, tourists mixing and bumping into natives. Tokyo was loud, and crazy, and alive, where he knew he belonged and longed to be. Even nature was straining at its leash for the workday to end, eager to celebrate the Friday night.

He turned back and shut the lights off in his office, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked. His department was rather quiet, having given his employees the afternoon off. If Haruhi knew, she would chide him, but they were so far ahead of schedule that he couldn’t risk them burning out.

Once up the stairs and around the corner, he heard his brother’s voice laughing and chatting and speak of the devil, she’s here.

It shouldn’t have surprised him. Karou and Haruhi were surprisingly great friends; he tended to mellow her out, help her unwind from the stick up her ass. He just had that calming effect on people.

As soon as he saw her, Hikaru spun a 180 and turned right back around the corner, and Haruhi would have let him, but Karou intervened.

“Hika! Come over here!” he waved, a bright smile splitting his face. “Haruhi was just telling me how much she liked you!”

Haruhi seethed, switching to a guarded pose as soon as she saw him. “I certainly was not.”

“Oh, right, my bad, she was telling me how much she liked your latest game patch,” Kaoru apologized, but it was the furthest thing from sincere. “Tell us about how you came up with it. Haruhi would love to pick your brain.”

Hikaru smirked, testing the waters as he approached. “Is that true, Fujioka?”

She frowns, pushing her bridge up her glasses up her nose. God, those glasses. She looked so dumb in them, making her eyes seem so wide, so innocent, so...pretty. All he wanted to do was pluck them off her face and laugh as she jumped for them, reaching and whining.

“I mean, it’s original, for sure,” she said. His cheeks warmed at the praise, even as she squirmed. “And it should market well, and you didn’t infringe on anyone’s copyright this time.”

That wasn’t my fault. He took the compliment with a grain of salt, biting back, “Still in the whole get-up, I see. Not much for casual Fridays?”

As amber eyes raked down her body, Haruhi concealed the shiver that ran down her spine. “No, actually, because I didn’t go to law school to wear jeans every day at work.”

“You didn’t go to law school to become a smartass, either, but here we are.”

“OKAY!” Kaoru exclaimed, jumping up between them. “Friday afternoon, yeah? Any big plans for the weekend?”

Both instigators ignored him. “That’s the uniform, you know. We tend to be pretty laid back around here.”

“Lawyers can’t be laid back. Laziness and a laissez-faire attitude is how we get sued.”

Hikaru stretched, rolling his eyes. “Woah, woah, pardon your French.”

Haruhi shook her head, and a few mismanaged strands of hair fell from her bun to brush against her neck. Her pink lips perched in contempt, and she looked so fragile, squinting behind her thick-framed glasses, that he couldn’t help but notice how tight her shirt was, tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged so tastefully over her--

“Hika!” Kaoru suddenly exclaimed. “Honey wants to know if we’re still down for drinks tonight.”

His saving grace. “Oh, my God, yes,” he moaned, salivating already at the thought of tequila burning down his throat. Washing the week away was just what he needed, especially with the way this conversation was going.

And then Kaoru did the unthinkable: With his award-winning smile, he turned to Haruhi and asked, “Would you like to come?”

Hikaru could have strangled him.

But God heard his prayers, and the resident buzzkill shook her head. “Thank you, but sorry. I don’t drink.”

“No surprise there,” Hikaru murmured.

Kaoru definitely heard that, but if Haruhi did, she didn’t react. He shot his twin a look, a be polite etched into the lines of his brow.

“Sad,” Kaoru said. He bent over to pick up his work bag, stuffing his bento within and waving to Haruhi. “Maybe next time? We can go out for boba or something.”

Haruhi smiled--Hikaru didn’t think he had ever seen that before. It did something to him; suddenly, he felt as if his body was shaking, like his throat was full of needles, like he had taken one too many to the head.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said, and the smile disappeared when she looked at him. She gave them both a quick nod. “Have a great weekend.”

“Thanks.”

“See you Monday!”

Hikaru waited until they were out the door before punching his twin in the arm, hard enough to make him yelp.

“Dude, watch it,” Kaoru snapped, brushing over the mussed fabric of his cardigan sleeve. “It’s cashmere.”

“Stop flirting with her.”

Kaoru stopped in his tracks. A cloudy sky obscured the smirk on his face. “Woah, what’s got you so worked up?”

Hikaru kept stomping towards their subway stop, too lost in his own anger to notice who he had left behind. “‘M not worked up,” he retorted. “But you’re dating Kyoya. You shouldn’t be flirting with a girl.”

Kaoru skipped to catch up, joining him as they descended the stairs. “Kyoya said it’s fine if I flirt, as long as I come home to him every night.”

It took everything in Hikaru to keep him from shoving his brother into the sad, drab gray stone walls. He couldn’t put a finger on the irritation nettling just below his skin, or why the first layer of his heart seemed to simmer whenever he caught them talking to each other. All he could figure out was that it burned, and it made him hate her even more.

When he stayed silent, Kaoru knew he was right. He preened as he dug around for his subway card. “Boba isn’t a date.”

“Of course it is.”

“Then maybe you should ask her out on one.”

By then they were at the platform, waiting for their train. As the whistle signaled its approach, Hikaru very seriously considered pushing Kaoru onto the tracks.

“Tch. Over my dead body.”

“Then you can’t be jealous.”

“I’m not--”

Hikaru threw a punch when the train approached, distracting him and allowing Kaoru to live to see another day. As they hurried on, Hikaru couldn’t get his mind out of the gutter--or off her.

Jealous. Pshhh.

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“I dunno, senpai, she just….she makes me feel something. Whenever she talks to me it’s like my hands are on fire, and my head hurts, and I feel like….like she’s stabbing me. There’s something going on in my chest, like a, like a--a bird. There’s a bird or a butterfly or something with wings in my stomach, and I don’t like it.”

Hikaru knocked back a shot and signaled for another one, eyes bleary as he tried to find the bartender. There were three of them, or maybe that was just how blurry his vision was, but he didn’t care; as long as one of them saw him and passed him another round, he’d tip them the moon.

Mitsukuni watched his friend wave to no one, the effect of one too many fireballs in the span of just two hours. He hadn’t seen Hikaru this hammered since college--and now, at 27, it just looked more like a cry for help than an occasion to let loose. And without Kaoru, who had already gone home with Kyoya and the rest of their friend group, on babysitting duty, Mitsukuni was the one left to make sure he got into a cab.

“A bird?” he asked, watching as Hikaru swung his head in confirmation.

“A bird.” A bartender came back with another shot, handing it to the redhead and giving Mitsukuni a questioning look. He waved at him, confirming he was the babysitter, and the waiter turned back around.

“Tell me about that.”

Hikaru gripped his cup, tonguing at the rim like a sippy cup. “It’s fluttering around, Honey. It’s--hiccup--like, moving. Whenever I see her or talk to her my heart just begins to pound.”

Mitsukuni bit back a smile. His vodka cran lay forgotten on the bar, but this experience was just too amusing to violate with alcohol. “And what do you think that means?”

“Means she’s gonna kill me.”

“Kill you?” His eyebrows shot up. “Why is that?”

Hikaru slurped the shot, spilling some down his chin, and Mitsukuni was fairly sure it was just plain water. “Because. She’s mean, senpai. She looks at me like she’s studying, like she’s gonna slice me in half. Like...I dunno. Like I mean something to her.”

Mistukuni twisted his wedding ring, inching closer to the discovery. He’s almost there, almost recognizing what the rest of the friend group has known for months. “And if you mean something to her, why does your heart flutter?”

“Acid reflux.”

“No, Hikaru.” He gently swatted the other man’s hand down before he could ask for another drink. “It sounds like the beginnings of love, to me.”

Hikaru gaped, not a thought behind those eyes, until it hit him like a wrecking ball. His fist fell to the bar, thudding, but he felt no pain. Only existential dread and a rocketing realization.

“Oh.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh, fuck.”

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#ouran high school host club #hikaru x haruhi #hikaharu #hikaru hitachiin #haruhi fujioka #enemies to lovers #ohshc

[ficforce]

Asakusa Crush Part 1

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader SFW / NSFW No set timeline New relationship

Hikage and Hinata had been munching on their sweets, following close behind Benimaru who was buying them whatever he could to keep them quiet - they were particularly hyper that day and he was beginning to wish he hadn’t let them tag along. It was a routine walk through the town, making sure nothing was going to wrong and that none of the smaller gangs had any ideas about who Asakusa belonged to. The girls both walked straight into him as the man stopped suddenly and a head popped out either side of him to see what the fuss was up ahead.

A big man was mouthing off at the front of a store, demanding the owner come out and settle things like a man and accusing them of robbing him.

“Another fight, huh…” Benimaru crossed his arms and watched as the twins stood in front of him to watch. The guy must have been about six foot four and he had a big build, Benimaru figured he’d pack a punch but not be too fast on his feet, the scars and bruised knuckles identified him as a guy who brawled a lot. The curtain was moved aside from the store and out stepped a young lady, she was wearing a flowery yukata and he was a little surprised to see she was only wearing bandaged binding beneath it, had she just woken up? She was rubbing her eyes and then pushed her hair out of the way a little.

“Where’s the old bastard who owns this shit hole?!” The man stalked over to the woman and put his hand on her shoulder to move her out of the way. Benimaru barely caught the move so he was damned sure that the big guy never saw it coming. Her hand had shot up onto his wrist and with an elegant twist and using his own momentum against him, she had the man on his back on the dusty ground.

She stepped back from him and covered a slight yawn, she had definitely been taking a nap, “What’s your problem? You were loud last night too. If you can’t handle your drink then don’t come here anymore.”

“Y/N is hilarious!” Hinata cheered,

Hikage nodded, “She’s always best when she’s sleepy!”

Benimaru looked down at the two, they knew her? He couldn’t recall ever seeing her and he thought he had met most people in the town, “Y/N? Who the hell is she?”

“She came here a month ago, Waka, the bar owner is her grandpa or something.”

“Sooner he kicks the bucket the sooner she can make it fun for us!” The two giggled and then hung onto Benimaru, “She has a cool fire trick too!”

By this point the man had gotten up off the ground, spitting onto it and getting himself up, he swung at Y/N twice, both times she stepped out of the way and on his third swing she punched him between the eyes and he fell down flat. Unconscious before he hit the dirt. “Yeah! Kick his ass Y/N!”

Benimaru met Y/N’s eyes as she looked in his direction, it was for a second and then she glanced down at the twins, her annoyed expression brightened and she grinned at the girls with a small thumbs up. The Captain’s heart was pounding in his chest and he felt an odd heat spike inside his gut, why the hell was that?

A tug on his clothing pulled the left sleeve down and he yanked it back up, Hikage sticking her tongue out at him and the bouncing on her feet as she saw Y/N approach them, “You two weren’t even gonna help, were you?”

They shook their heads and then grinned at one another before pointing up at Benimaru, “We were waiting for the man to do the decent thing!”

“Waka didn’t do a thing!

“Shame on you!”

He clicked his tongue at them, grumbling for them to shut up and then he was looking at the woman close up. She didn’t seem special, her appearance was a little rough, the yukata was too big for her and obviously just thrown on - did she even know that it was so open? She didn’t even have anything on her feet. She was plain and he was oddly speechless.

“Waka?” She asked and then she seemed to have a moment of realisation, “You’re Be- uh, Shinmon Benimaru, right?”

She was from the Empire then? She’d barely caught herself in saying his name in the correct order, that should have put him off her but it really didn’t, she looked like she belonged in Asakusa and Benimaru was still struggling to speak so he just nodded.

“Hika and Hina gave me the heads up on who’s who in Asakusa, you’re pretty high on their list of people. I’m Y/N, sorry for the ruckus just now…” She figured that fighting in the street wasn’t the best way to meet the town’s Demolishing King.

“What fighting style were you using?” That was the only thing he could get to come out of his mouth.

“A little Aikido, some Kobudo and generally the skill of avoiding getting hit. I lived on the outskirts of the Empire barely inside of Tokyo, it got a little rough from time to time.” She watched him give another nod and took a step back, “Well, I guess I’m up now, I better get the bar ready for tonight - Later, girls!” The twins chimed in their goodbyes and then gave a pull on Benimaru as they complained he was too slow.

He had been fixated on watching Y/N walk away, he wanted to follow her and talk a little more now that the beating in his chest had calmed down. “What the hell was that…?”

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Konro couldn’t help but watch in fascination as his young Captain stared after the new girl, the mismatched red eyes glued to her as she chatted away with Hinata and Hikage after bringing snacks to the guardhouse. The Company had been busy rebuilding most of the morning and people were bringing them food and drink to keep them going, there was nothing like watching a loved one combust and getting put to rest to bring everyone together. But since she had arrived, Benimaru hadn’t moved and his face had a little more colour to it, he decided to try something out and made a random comment, “She’s pretty.” He was being honest, she was wearing a cute yukata with a flowery belt, she wasn’t too made up and her hair was kept simple - she looked like a sweet girl.

“She’s amazing.”

Konro nearly choked on his surprise, “What?”

“…W-what?” Benimaru tore his eyes away and looked up at Konro, his face heating up as he realised what had just happened and he turned his head to glare at the opposite wall, “Shut up! Get that dumb look off your face or I’ll -“

“You’ll what?” Konro smirked, “Blush some more?” This was great, Benimaru didn’t get crushes, Benimaru wasn’t a virgin either but he never really showed too much interest in women. For him to actually get embarrassed like this was better than any hazing he had put Benimaru through as a young teen. “I wish I had the camera right now.”

Benimaru clicked his tongue angrily and stepped out of the doorway without looking, straight into Y/N like some dumb cliche. “Watch it!”

“You stepped into me, dumbass!” Y/N shot back at him with a glare to match his own, a slight orange glow to her eyes.

Benimaru wanted to know what she could do, was she a second or a third-generation? Would she have a real sting in her tail or was she just flashy? “Tch!” He went to sidestep her but she blocked him, “The hell you want?”

“An apology.”

“Not happening, move” He reached a hand to her shoulder to move her aside and grunted as she used the heel of her palm to knock it away. Was she challenging him? She didn’t look anything like the woman fighting in the street a few days ago, this well-groomed, pretty face had no place in giving him trouble. “I said move.”

He moved quicker this time and she countered, their palms and forearms collided several times as they attacked and countered, “And I said apologise.”

There was a small crowd around them now, excited murmurs buzzing along them as they watched the standoff. Konro grabbed Hinata and Hikage before they could run over and join in, he approached them both and put a hand on each of them. “If you’re gonna fight, do it away from the new building work.” Benimaru shrugged him off and walked away in the opposite direction, Konro watched after him with a barely concealed smile - he had it bad for this girl. “You shouldn’t play with fire.”

“I’m fireproof,” Y/N smiled up at the man benignly, “Besides…I’m just pulling on his pigtails.”

The twins giggled at her side and teased her about her own crush on Benimaru.

#shinmon Benimaru #reader #fire force #enen no shouboutai

[waratteiru]

the new cospa merch has an acryllic stand of gintoki with his tongue out and im going absolutely insane. those little pixels make me insane . Feral

#choosing to go back to being a 2d stan is a mistake. im gonna be so damn poor #gintama #sakata gintoki #shut up hika

[digitalworldbound]

digi secret santa 2021

surprise! happy holidays @eveangelleicalarcher ! i apologize for the late upload; i've been of the 'net with family. i hope you've spent your holidays well. i noticed your desire for a different, takari-centered epilouge. instead of rewriting the 02 ending, here's a little bit of miyako relationship-coaching and takeru trying to work up the nerve to ask a very important question. (for the @digisecretsanta event)

characters: takeru x hikari

summary: miyako meddles, hikari is impatient, and takeru needs to get it together

Winter’s chill had settled deep within her bones, the breeze nearly blowing her over. Snowfall was nicer in theory; her toes had gone numb hours ago.

Shopping with Miyako had been a mistake.

Wistfully, Hikari attempted to manifest a blizzard, anything to get her out of the crowded streets and into her warm apartment.

“Oh!” Miyako exclaimed. For the sixth time that hour, her attention had been grabbed by a flashy storefront, fairy lights twinkling in her eyes. Hikari shivered, the sound of her teeth clattering reverberating in her skull.

The text alert of her phone obscured Hikari’s groan of protest. Miyako’s grip on her wrist was tight, pulling her into the crowded shop. Bags dug angry, pink welts into her arms, but she didn’t have the heart to complain. With Miyako studying abroad in Spain, it wasn’t often that the two were able to see each other. Hikari didn’t want to ruin their night.

With Miyako fully distracted in investigating racks of clothes, Hikari spared a glance at her phone. ‘Dinner is ready whenever you are! Have fun with Miya; I miss you.’

Blood rushed to her cheeks, a small smile spreading across her cheeks. Even after all they had been through, Takeru still managed to make her heart flutter.

“Hot date?” A familiar pair of prying eyes hovered over her shoulder. With a flick, the phone snapped shut. “He has dinner ready for me whenever we decide to leave.”

Miyako’s eyebrows wiggled with suggestion, the flush on Hikari’s cheeks only egging her on. “It sounds like tonight is a special night, Hika.” Though her smirk twitched teasingly, her hazel eyes glittered with warmthh.

“I’m going to pretend that I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Oh, c’mon! You can’t be that dense.” Her warmth was replaced with annoyance. Hikari remained unbothered, having spent her childhood navigating Miyako’s mood swings. Her arms crossed over her chest, bags swinging. “Dense? I’m sorry; do you have me confused with my brother?”

A sigh ruffled loose strands of lavender hair. The brunette didn’t budge, passerbys giving an odd glance at the tense pair. “You know that’s not what I meant. Can I ask you a question?”

Her dark hair swung with a nod, lips pursed together.

“How long have you and Takeru been together?” A holiday tune droned in the background, the cheery atmosphere seeming out-of-place with Miyako’s odd question.

“Five years. But, you already knew that. Miyako, I’m confused.” Anxiety chewed at her bottom lip, eyebrows scrunched in worry.

Her friend huffed, arms flailing. “You should be! It’s been five years, Hikari. Why do you settle for cute little texts and homemade meals? That should be the minimum of what he does for you.”

“I don’t know what point you’re trying to make, but if you brought me shopping just so you could criticize my relationship, I want to go home. Home, Miyako. You know? As in, the apartment Takeru and I rent together.”

Shock sagged at the corners of Miyako’s mouth. Her arm reached out, palm resting on Hikari’s shoulder for a brief second before it was shrugged away. “That’s not what I meant. Hikari, you tend to settle. You settled for having Takeru as a friend, and you were miserable,” an indignant scoff erupted from Hikari, a flush returning to her face. “You were!” Miyako continued, “You avoided every girl he talked to and hardly ate for the entire two weeks he had a girlfriend. It wasn’t until he asked you out that you allowed yourself that happiness. It’s been five years, Hikari. Is he ever going to propose?”

A dull ache hummed in Hikari’s chest. Reflexively, her eyes settled on the diamond around Miyako’s finger. She had been the first person Miyako had called when Ken had proposed. Initially, she was elated; her best friend was getting married.

When would it be her turn? When would Takeru bend on a single knee, eyes glimmering with promises of the future?

Did he want her in his future?

Hikari’s silence unnerved Miyako, an apology falling from the older girl’s lips.

“No,” Hikari amended, “Don’t apologize. You’re right. I can’t keep waiting for things to change; I need tell him how I feel.”

With a hug, Hikari was off, the weight of the bags no longer being the heaviest thing on her mind.

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Nerves bundled in Hikari’s stomach as her key turned in the doorknob. From outside, she could hear Takaru hum a nonsensical tune, voice light and cheerful. The smell of vegetable soup greeted her in the foyer, stomach growling despite the anxiety.

“Oh!” Takeru’s bright eyes looked up from the pot on the stove, “You’re home early! How was shopping with Miyako? Did you have fun?”

Hands shaking, Hikari took time to remove her boots. Silence coatied the room like a suffocating wool blanket. “It was fine.”

“Just fine? You guys haven’t seen each other in forever; I thought it would have been more fun than that.”

With her shoes and coat in their rightful places, Hikari had no other reason to stall. Her silence tensed at Takeru’s shoulders, his eyebrows scrunching together. “Is everything alright?”

“Takeru,” she began, heart sinking into her stomach, “We need to talk.”

The spoon clattered into the pot, bits of broth splashing onto the blonde’s cheek. Twinkling lights illuminated from their living room, a sickening contrast to the ice that pierced Hikari’s stomach.

“What’s wrong?” He stopped just short of her, afraid of overwhelming her with his embrace. Hikari could feel a smile tug at the corner of her mouth; even in distress, Takeru’s first thought was always of her comfort.

“Do you love me?” Her voice was calm. With her palms clasped behind her back, Takeru wouldn’t be able to see her shaking.

Takeru’s eyes widened, mouth agape. “What do you mean? What’s going on, Hikari?”

She could feel the tears barricade her eyelashes, threatening to fall. “Please,” her voice broke, “Just tell me. Do you love me?” Her face was wet, no longer able to hold her tears back.

In a single breath, Takeru pulled her into his chest. One hand rested on the small of her back while the other tangled itself in her wind-mussed locks. He smelled of vegetables and pine tree, his heart beating erratically against her ear.

“I am immersed in my love for you, Hikari. What would ever make you doubt that?” His lips pressed chaste kisses in her hair, mixing with the saltwater of his own tears.

“Then why aren’t we married?” Her voice was muffled against the front of his apron, but Takeru heard her. He always did.

For a moment, he pulled away, stepping into the living room. A sob slipped through Hikari’s lips, her heart shattering. The branches of their Christmas tree rustled, the floor creaking under Takeru’s footsteps.

His warm palm caressed her cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that trailed down her cheeks. “Hikari, look at me.”

Though her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, Takeru’s heart leapt into his throat. Hikari was breathtaking, even in sadness.

“It’s Christmas Eve, my love. Do you mind opening a present early?”

Hikari remained frozen, searching his eyes for any answers. “How will opening a present fix this, Takeru?” Her voice was no more than a whisper, barely audible over his pulse pounding in his ears.

“Trust me.”

Always, she thought. A little black box, no bigger than her palm, was thrust in her grasp.

“Wha-” Takeru pressed a finger to her chapped lips. With a flourish, he lowered himself onto a singular knee, flicking her gift open.

“I had it all planned, my love. We were going to visit your parents for dinner tomorrow. Taichi would be there with Meiko, making some lame joke about how I’m corrupting his little sister and we would laugh. I love your laugh,” His blue eyes shone in earnest, making no effort to hide the tears that streamed down his cheeks. “I love everything about you.”

“Takeru, please, I-” Her clothes were wrinkled from the hours spent shopping, soup burning on the stove.

“Please,” he begged, “Let me finish.” Takeru gazed up at her through wet lashes, waiting patiently for her nod of approval. Only then, did he continue.

“Your dad would ask Taichi about grandbabies then nudge me, pestering me about a wedding. You would blush and stumble and be absolutely radiant. I had it all planned, my love. It’s always been planned, you and I. You are the only future I want, Hikari. Please, allow me to be apart of yours, too. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

With a sob, her arms circled around his neck, pressing kisses into his hair, his cheek, any part that she could reach.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, please. Please, Takeru. Please.”

#digi secret santa #digimon #takari #takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #digimon 02 #digisecretsanta #digisecretsanta2021

[cottoncandyjester]

What if another person tried to kidnap the yanderes darlings👀

All their reactions will of course be to get you back so I only did the ones that would have the strongest reactions

Also im gonna start pairing hikaru with a y/n who doesn't give a shit about his degrading..cause it's wayyy funnier

Warning this contains: death, talk of torture, cannibalism, yandere behavior, kidnapping

Theodore

Definitely wasn't expecting it

Theo is normally prepared but he doesnt have any idea what to do

He of course has to find out who would touch you and how to get rid of them

He is usually so calm and collected but when he gets you back he is merciless with your captor, cold and unnerving downright sadistic

He wants them to suffer for worrying him and stealing his little wife/husband

"so this is where you've been hiding" Theo spoke softly to you with a smile as he gazed at your restraints before setting you free and kissing your wrists which were lightly bruised from the restraints but he heard footsteps his eyes growing cold.

"angel, close your eyes and cover your ears okay? Don't stop til I say..please" he spoke softly before turning his back to you before walking away. Soon screams of pure agony filled the air a constant screaming before utter silence, Theo soon returning to you covered in blood now wiping his glasses clean with a gentle humming

"how about we go home and take a shower, okay angel?"

Axis

He gets his brother to help

He is unstable without you

Like he can't think straight and all his senses seem to not work properly he is utterly hopeless

The person who took you will feel his wrath

Axis always shows his his cute side but when he gets you he gets dark as hell

Aka he lets salem devour them

"sweetie! Oh thank goodness I found you!" Axis chirped out pressing a kiss against your lips before he set you free from the cage you were in. "Let's go home okay? I missed you so much!" He huffs out.

"you can't take them" axis shuddered at the voice of your captor and something feral come out of him, they took you..took you away and did god knows what. With a whistle it seems he got salem's attention who was sitting outside the room. Axis turned to you smiling sweetly while salem pounced the sounds of screaming and bones cracking filling the room as axis helped you out the cage and covered your eyes from behind guiding you out the room.

"don't mind the noise okay? I know it's loud." He whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss on the back of your neck.

Yuki

It's cute that people think they can take you from him

Is very prepared

It takes three hours before he's coming to you to get you

He doesn't seem angry but he is

He's downright cold just cruel

You sobbed softly as your captor tortured you using a knife to cover your body with small but deep cuts, you soon heard a faint sound and looked to the window seeing Yuki open it softly when the two of you locked eyes he pressed a finger to his lips signalling silence.

You tried your best to avoid staring at him as he hopped down from the window into the room the soft sounds of his footsteps alerting your captor who turned around.

"whose the-"

Yuki shoved a gun barrel into the stranger's mouth his eyes cold and dull as he locked eyes with them. "Die." Yuki whispers out shooting the pistol watching them drop before he aimed at them firing again..and again..and again. He didn't stop until the gun clicked so he checked the ammo and was about to even put a new magazine in bloodlust swirling in his eyes.

"y-yuki!" You snapped out your body shaking at the sight of the clearly dead body filled with holes. Yuki glanced down and tilted his head to the side giving a sleepy little oh before putting the gun away and untying you noticing your cuts and shoved his sweater onto you before scooping you into his arms.

"I'm teaching you how to fight."

His mumbled out as he took you home.

Rin

Sweetheart he is the leader of a whole gang of clown thugs

It takes him like thirty minutes to find you and the entire time he's smiling

Like "oh well what are you gonna do I guess haha time to get my y/n lol"

In actuality he's PISSED

When he gets you he doesn't show it though

He actually encourages the captor for a little bit before utterly slaughtering them.

"one step closer and I'll kill them!" You whimpered as you were held at knife point staring at rin with fear in your eyes but rin... simply pulls up a chair and plopped a seat his smile never leaving his face. "Go ahead" he stated out now gazing at his purple painted nails.

"boss, are you sure?" One of his goons asked out and rin chuckled before getting up. "They won't do it, that's the funny part. They are just a dumb coward too scared to do it" he explained skipping over to you watching how your captor shook in nervousness pressing the blade closer to your neck blood starting to spill.

"do it motherfucker, I'm fucking waiting" rin whispers out leaning in close his eyes widening almost looking like they were glowing. "Y-you're a monster" your captor cried now shoving you but rin wasn't done tormenting them. "I'll give you two choices, slit your throat...or suffer as my gang force you down and touch you in ways that makes you wish you were dead, over and over til you're a broken bitch, I mean either way they are gonna violate you but wouldn't it be better for them to do it when you're dead and you can't feel their groping hands?" Rin cheers out

Your captor backed up til their back hit a wall as rin hummed sweetly walking closer and closer to them before grabbing them by the shirt yanking them close.

" stop being a fucking pussy and choose or I'll be the one doing the violatinf and trust me you don't want that" rin whispers darkly in their ear before shoving them down and turning to you and his group.

"have fun boys try not to make too much a mess, I'm going home!" he cheers out now walking towards you and holding his hand out towards you with a grin helping you up. "Aweee are you crying?! You're so cute! Cutie cutie cutie!" He cooed now squishing your cheeks together completely ignoring the violence happening behind him.

"let's go home and eat dino nuggets!" He said happily before glancing behind him with an annoyed hiss "fucking coward slit his throat..." He mumbled under his breath but shook it off now taking your hand and skipping with a happy him guiding you away.

Hikaru

He doesn't realize you're gone at first

It takes him a day

He thought you were being a brat and hiding again so he decided to be pretty and ignore you..but he missed you and realizes you're kidnapped

He is pissed at you for being a dumbass and getting taken but also pissed at himself for letting it happen

When he goes there he doesn't even save you at first first he has to bitch about it

You two legit argue while you're tied up

Your captor is like "should i go orrrr..."

Of course they meet death but he has to complain first

Hikaru huffs as he stomped into the warehouse without a single care in the world his eyes glaring at you as you looked at him with relief finally he came for you

"hika-"

"bitch do you know how much of a waste of time this is? Like damn y/n you love wasting my time and money so much you get snatched up" you felt all your relief get replaced with annoyance as your eyes drooped into a glare.

"oh yes hikaru cause I got kidnapped on purpose. If I wanted to waste your money I would steal your credit card" you hissed back and hikaru scoffs lightly.

"well I'm here, what's all the fuss about?"

"I'm fucking kidnapped hikaru! How about you stop being a dick and help they could kill or even violate me!"

Hikaru gave you a sassy expression clearly already fed up with you at this point. "Sweetie, they won't violate you. Gotta be worth violating for that" he sneers out

Your captor gazed at the two of you nervously as to two shouted at each other for the next ten minutes. "Excuse m-" hikaru took out a gun and shot them in the knee as quickly as they spoke before getting back to his argument.

"...all I'm saying is a thank you daddy would be nice! Like I came all the way over here I had a hair appointment but nooo I had to save you. You're so damn selfish"

"oh my fucking god...thank you daddy for coming to save me even though you're my damn BOYFRIEND! I'll get someone else to save me next time" you snapped out and hikaru pouted "your sass is not needed" he grumbled out before untying you.

Your captor who was in very much pain tried to speak and hikaru gave them a disgusted expression, was this plebian speaking to him? "Shut the hell up, it's your fault too you could have taken anyone but no you had to take my pet" he snapped shooting them in the head before grabbing you by your arm dragging you out while grumbling under his breath.

"I better get my dick sucked" he hissed out now shooting you an annoyed look.

Rocket

He is so worried

Like so worried

He's a himbo so it takes him a bit to realize that you aren't at the store getting him more hamburger steaks

One he figured it out he quickly went to find you

He was such a mess

Once he found you he was crying and hugging you so tight

Snapped your captor's neck

Uses his strength in scary ways.

"y/n! Oh darling! Are you okay sunshine? Are ya hurt?" Rocket squeaked out as he started to untie you his breathing shaky and tears in his eyes. Rocket heard footsteps come closer, in a panic he was shoving you in a closet to hide before meeting the eyes of your captor.

Wasn't long til he was breaking every bone in their body,starting with their arm snapping it like a twig before moving to their leg then to neck making it more and more painful. "I usually hate violence, but my sweetheart..is my everything" he whispers out before turning to you with a gentle smile

"darling, let's go home"

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere ocs

[solo-net]

Takemura Hikaru / Trivia Part II

Some more random facts about Goro and V’s only daughter.

- Hikaru loves science-fiction and mystery books, puzzles, mazes, chess, and checkers. It helps streamline her imagination by giving her something constructive to do and some time alone to delve, discover, and create.

- As a toddler, she was sensitive, stubborn, and had developed an increased need for privacy. She was a bit...sulky, and 'No' had become her favorite word to use, much to her father’s chagrin and Vera’s delight.

Goro: Hikaru, come here.

Hikaru: No!

Goro: Hika--

Hikaru: *toddles away on chubby legs* NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Goro: *glares at Vera* I blame you for this.

Vera: Oh, she’s just expressing herself! 

- It was challenging trying to teach Hikaru a proper bedtime routine because she loved to get up at night to read under the blankets with a flashlight or sneak outside to watch the stars. I can’t even begin to tell you the rabid fear Vera and Goro both felt when they peeked into her room late one night to check in on her, only to find her bed empty. Thankfully, they found the little munchkin in the backyard garden stargazing with Nibbles.  

- As she grew older, her explorative nature turned into questioning beyond simple innocent questions. She did not accept any fluffy explanations that her parents tried to give her, and they quickly realized that it was better to provide her with factual answers. Otherwise, she would go ask someone else.

- Goro and Vera had to teach their baby girl the importance of knocking before entering. Why? Well, imagine this. It’s night. Hikaru is tuckered out and tucked in with Nibbles sleeping at the end of the bed. Vera and Goro are still awake. Even better, they’ve finally stolen a moment alone with each other. Things start to get amorous, and the two of them are too caught up in the moment to hear the sound of little feet padding down the hall...followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Long story short, Vera caught a glimpse of her pajama-clad daughter standing in the bedroom doorway with a quizzical expression on her face and screamed. Thank God it was too dark for Hikaru to have seen what her parents were REALLY doing, but after much fumbling, Goro decreed that it was high time Hikaru learned how to knock and announce herself and to install a lock in their bedroom door.

- Speaking of sleep, there was a time when Hikaru slept in-between both of her parents. It was midnight. Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open, and the small, slender figure of a 5-year-old Hikaru stood framed in the doorway. She hesitated a moment as if not quite sure where her sleepy feet have led her. Then, without missing a beat, she launched herself across the room and burrowed into her parents’ bed. Again. At first, Goro and Vera didn’t mind their baby girl crawling into bed with them to hide from the scary monsters that lurked in her closet, but after a while, they grew tired of little feet digging painfully into their ribs. So, when she turned seven, they bought a set of star-shaped lights to decorate her bedroom ceiling with, and Hikaru loved them so much that she never suffered from nightmares again. Even as an adult, she still sleeps with a star-shaped nightlight.

- Tantrums were rare, but whenever Hikaru threw a fit, she would scream...loudly and throw herself on the ground still screaming...loudly. This would upset Vera as she had once sworn to herself that she would never spank her daughter or yell at her, but it was damn tricky trying to soothe a raging six-year-old without raising her voice. Goro put a swift end to that. No spankings. No yelling. He would simply scoop Hikaru up in his arms, go upstairs to her room, deposit her firmly on the bed, shut the door, and stand outside to wait out the tantrum. And then, once Hikaru tuckered herself out, he would poke his head and calmly ask if she was finished.

- Goro has at least 40 of Hikaru’s “art projects” hidden in the trunk of his fancy car, along with at least one big black garbage bag of toys filled to the brim tucked away in the backseat. Why? Well, Hikaru likes to store her things in the most unlikely of places, and yes, that includes her father’s favorite car.

#ch: hikaru takemura #otp: two souls indivisible #I have some more coming up #but yeah hikaru was quite the kiddo #sweet as pie but too curious for her own good

[ohshcscenerios]

Neighbors

Chapter Six

Poll Result: Hikaru Poll Result: Somewhat - NSFW

“What the hell happened here?” 

Haruhi opened her eyes to see Hikaru standing a few feet away, his rigid body stood tall above them with his face shadowed in irritation. 

Haruhi’s surprise caught in her throat, unable to ask why he had come back or why he had to come now. She could only imagine the view from his perspective; Takashi, naked with nothing but a towel to keep his dignity, practically pinning Haruhi to his floor. There was no way to make this look excusable.

Without a word Hikaru took a few steps backwards, turned on his heel, and ran out the door, slamming it shut behind him. 

Takashi lifted himself off Haruhi and grabbed his towel, making sure it didn’t fall loose, and fell back on his knees to free Haruhi from his crushing hold. Haruhi tried to stand to her feet but the pain in her leg made her crumble back to the floor. 

“Don’t get up yet, you tripped over my kendo gear.” Takashi instructed, carefully touching her ankle while he inspected the bruise forming on her calf. 

“Mori-senpai… your clothes…” Haruhi squeaked out. 

As if remembering he wasn’t decent, Takashi looked down at his towel barely keeping him covered and carefully stood to his feet. A fierce blush took over his face and neck, nearly turning him a crimson red. 

“Wait here and don’t get up,” Takashi told her as he looked around his apartment until he found his closet. His head was swimming with everything that happened. A few minutes ago he was about to dress for spending most of the day outside but then - everything went wrong within seconds and now - he feared he couldn’t even look Haruhi in the eye. What did she see? Why didn’t he hear her enter? Why did she walk in? 

He grabbed the first outfit he could muster together, a plain t-shirt with gray sweatpants, and quickly stepped around Haruhi to change in the bathroom. 

“Don’t get up” He reminded her before closing the bathroom door. 

Haruhi took a deep breath and refocused on crawling out of his apartment. If she could get to the hallway Mitsukuni might be able to help her sort this mess out. He’d help her properly apologize to Takashi. 

She managed to worm a few inches across his floor when the bathroom door opened and a fully dressed Takashi stepped out. 

“I told you not to move,” He softly scolded and squatted down to scoop her up in bridal style. 

“Mori-senpai please, I’m so sorry-”

“Shh,” Takashi soothed, settling her on his kitchen counter, “I’m sorry I took so long. I’m sorry I worried you.” He pulled a hand towel from a drawer and wet it under cold water before pressing it against her bruise. 

“Takashi! Haru-chan! What happened!” Mitsukuni cried out as he ran into the apartment. He stopped at the bathroom door when he saw them in the kitchen. “Oh good, you’re ready to go.”

Takashi shook his head, “Haruhi hurt her leg, she shouldn’t walk right now.” 

Mitsukuni noticed the darkening bruise on her calf and wince, “Oh that looks bad Haru-chan. I’ll text Kao-chan and tell him you can’t go to the corn maze.”

Haruhi hung her head and sighed, “I’m so sorry, I ruined our plans for today.” 

Mitsukuni waved it off as he reached for his phone, “Don’t worry Haru-chan, we can just stay inside today.” He turned to his cousin, “Takashi, we should take her to the hospital. Her leg doesn’t look good.”

“I don’t need the hospital, I just need an ice pack.” Haruhi protested. 

Takashi removed the cold towel to examine the bruise again and noted the swelling hadn’t gotten worse. It was a good sign but her leg wasn’t healed. She needed to elevate her leg and rest. 

“Oh great! Now they’re on the kitchen counter!” Hikaru yelled from the doorway, throwing his hands at them. “What, the floor wasn’t comfortable?”

“Hika-” Mitsukuni looked back, surprised to see his friend with them and not already on the road to the corn maze.

“Hikaru it’s not what it looked like, I promise, it was my fault.” Haruhi pleaded. Renewed guilt swelled in her chest at seeing Hikaru so upset. She wanted to explain everything to him, comfort him, extinguish his absurd accusations before they festered. 

“Well you can’t go out like that,” He swung his arm toward her bruised leg, anger biting through his words, “Can you even walk?”

“I can.” Haruhi barked back.

“She can’t.” Takashi announced over his shoulder. 

Hikaru groaned, “You should probably see a doctor then. I’ll call Kyoya.”

“I don’t need a doctor,” Haruhi protested, “I just need to lie down for an hour. I’ll be fine soon.”

Hikaru pulled out his cell phone and looked to Takashi, “What should I do?”

What Should Hikaru Do?

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I sincerely apologize for the very late chapter update. I’m considering spreading these chapters farther apart so I don’t keep breaking my scheduled posts. Let’s try to update again by 12:00pm ETS. 

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #choose your own adventure #cyoa #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #Kyoya Ootori #takashi morinozuka #mitsukuni haninozuka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #ritsu kasanoda #umehito nekozawa #fanfiction