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HI DIAMOND!! :D

I finished reading your fic to my request and it was really fun!! Although what I had in mind was different, it was still fun! I really like how it really matches the vibe :DD

But I'm here to explain the nanbaka reverse au: so basically there's like this one picture I found of cell 13 wearing different guards' outfit so I went like "Oh my god what if the guards and prisoners had a reverse role" like it would be so cool

That's my whole thought process :]

- 🍰nom

Naaaw, now I wanna see that pic too... Anyways, my precious 🍰nom, I'll start with headcannons and then I will just recreate one of the scenes if that's alright with you, okay?

Warnings: Nanbaka on crack, hopefully funny scenes, swearing

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Don't let your guard down!

To be honest, Hajime didn't even deserve to be here

He was just minding his business when all of a sudden, some drunk guy came to him and punched him

And that's how he somehow ended up here, in Nanba

Nanba as itself was nice, but the inmates as well as the guards there were a bit stupid

For example there was one building, where apparently two "handsome" guards, aka Trois and Honey, went to events for who was the most pretty person, along with their "handsome" inmate, Kiji Mitsuba

why were there even events for handsome prisoners and guards??

Or when he saw a blue haired woman who glared at him?

Hajime always shuddered when he thought about her glare.

Then there was his old friend, Mitsuru Hitokoe who was way too loud, and even though Hajime held him somwhat dear to him, he was glad he didn't have to share a cell with him.

but when looking at his own guards?

No thanks

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Hajime didn't like this. One. Bit.

Why couldn't he just chill in his own cell? He could've been more productive. He'd even share a cell with the monkey inmate, Samon Gokuu. At least he could fight against him...

But here? In cell 13?

Nah, everything was shit.

He had to share his precious cell with the crybaby Seitaro Tanabata, who got bullied by the four guards who were supervising this building. The other cellmate was Yamato Godai, who was eerily fond of training his body and tormented his it with a sunshine face.

Yeah, Hajime didn't get why or how these two guys could end up doing a crime that they'd end up here in Nanba, but oh well.

"Hajime~!", Uno's voice echoed, and Hajime 'Tsk!'ed only at the approaching footsteps of the young guard. "Did ya miss us~?"

"Hell no. Now leave me alone.", he only grumbled, facing the door with his back.

Uno only chuckled before he started speaking again. "A special inmate would like to speak to youuuuu!"

Hajime only had a vague idea of who it might be.

Samon? Maybe. Or that dog like guy...what was his name?

Yakuza...yokai...Ah! Yozakura Kenshirou!

"Who is it?", he only asked impatiently before he got dragged out. Uno was humming happily ahead while Hajime was thinking of a way to escape or at least go back to his cell, but Uno's grip was terrifyingly strong.

"Say...where's the rest of you? You know, Jyugo, Nico and Rock?"

"They are speaking to her. That's why I'm dragging you there as well, you know? To be honest, it should've been one of the others to take you there. She was so pretty!"

All Hajime heard was Uno's annoyingly high pitched voice as the guard described the girl to him. Hajime had a feeling that he knew that girl all too well.

When they finally arrived the cell, tick marks appeared on Hajime's temple and neck.

"What the hell are you doing here?!", the inmate yelled, but got hit by Rock.

"Hello Hajime!", the person on the other end of the visiting room greeted.

The guards looked back and forth between the blonde and the bald one.

"So what gives? You said you didn't have a girlfriend Haji-"

"Don't change the subject!", the inmate yelled.

"That's his girl? Ah, there's no way.", Rock said.

"Out of his league.", Uno stated.

"You catch her at a low point?", Nico asked.

"You freaking punks-", Hajime started, but got interrupted by the blonde.

"Big brother, who are all these boys?", the relative asked, and the guards repeated the words "big brother" in an asking manner.

"Oh so are these your friends?"

"Like hell they are!"

The blonde haired person then looked at the guards with a smile. "Everyone, please take care of my brother."

and they answered with blushing faces. "Sure~!"

However, Jyugo had a question. "What's the deal Hajime? You never told us you had a sister."

Undo chimed in, again with his high pitched voice. "It's also kinda rude that you haven't untroduced us yet!"

"Her dress is adorable!", Nico complimented the blonde.

"Almost as cute as her.", Rock said while averting his eyes.

"He's my brother.", Hajime only said.

"Huh?"

"This is my little bro-ther.", Hajime pronounced.

His brother smiled. "Hitoshi Sugoroku."

And then the guards lost it. They all screamed and Uno asked Jyugo something weird. "You said you liked boys too, right, Jyugo?!"

And he just nodded. "Yep, I did."

Hajime just couldn't with these idiot guards.

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Hello again! I hope this was okay, I didn't really know what else to write, so this is it for now! Tbh it was kinda short in my opinion...

Please write in the comments how you found it, and yeah!

Read you in the next post!

Yowamushi Pedal fanfic [Kiji Kyuui/Yoshimaru Raine] : 'cause the way we complicate it's simple

Fluff, Getting together, kissing (literally just two idiots getting together, that's it that's the fic)

5270 words

Summary:

“I'm gonna participate in the road racing Inter High and win there too, this year”, Kiji keeps going, as if it makes perfect sense. It doesn't. “Yon”, he adds, and it does not help his case in the slightest.

Raine can see his stupid grin even through the phone.

He doesn't say anything, just tightens his fists and grits his teeth. He feels like he might be about to break the phone if he holds it any tighter.

“Yoshimaru-chan? Are you there, yon?’

The urge to throw the phone against the wall is strong, as is the urge to take his bike and ride to Gunma just to strangle Kiji.

“What the hell, you bastard”, he just says.

And then hangs up.

Gimme Kiji gimme Kiji Kiji x reader pls pls pls pls

Kiji x reader office romance reader is a lower ranking gaurd who’s nervous about the new job and Kiji is all like “omg how cute time to make u more nervous” and flirts with them a lot saying how cute they are probably make reader but I can live with gender neutral:3

I hope I did well, this is my first fic in a long while! (Can't remember how to format)

This was your first day at Nanba prison, everything would be ok...right?

You sat at your newly assigned desk in the staff room of Building 3, waiting for your Supervisor to brief you on which inmates you will be assigned to.

There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head, Nanba housed some of the most dangerous criminals in the world, and you started to think about what inmates *you* would have to look over.

As you dwelled in your thoughts, your supervisor came in through the door, rather...loudly.

"Dear (.....)!, Are you in here?!"

The loud, flamboyant Supervisor of Building 3, Kiji Mitsuba, startled you badly, and had you standing up saluting out of fear. You honestly didn't expect him to look so......colorful.

"Sir yes!........sir?"

You also didn't expect that he would be so...tall. The colorful makeup on his face distracted you from the fact that you were standing in front of your new boss. He was very...pretty!

"Oh you aren't you just the *cutest* thing!"

He cups your face in his hands and smiles widely.

"You're perfect, the Warden was right, oh, I'm so glad I didn't end up with-"

You look visibly frazzled, which Kiji notices.

"(.....), are you feeling alright? You look nervous. Poor thing"

Kiji bends down to look you in the eyes, which doesn't exactly help.

"Y..yes sir, I feel fine, thank you." Your words trembled as they came out of your mouth, you weren't exactly dripping with confidence.

Kiji leaned closer, mumbling something under his breath, which only served to make you tremble more.

"A 8.......maybe a 9......but not a 10....."

What was he doing? Was he.....rating you?!

"Uh...sir-"

"No matter, you're handsome, you'll do fine. You're perfectly attractive enough to work in my Building."

The words out of your Supervisors mouth caught you completely off guard, Does he do this to all the new guards? Was this normal?

A light blush covers your face as he continues, and unfortunately for you, he picks up on it and winks at you.

"Darling, as much as I would love it, you can't stand there admiring me all day, you have work to do."

You straighten yourself up immediately once he says this, feeling embarrassed that he saw you....staring. It was a bit difficult to talk, considering he was still cupping your face.

"Yes sir, right away. Ah...who will I be watching over?"

Kiji walks over to his own desk, and pulls out a guard hat for you, and then gently places it on your head

"You will be watching over two inmates, number 3, and number 82. They are...mostly well behaved, and downright adorable, you'll love them."

You nod, and try to look as professional as possible.

"Good....you're cute, and respectful."

Kiji opens the staff room door, and leads you down the hall, and as you walk, you realize that this is your job now, you and your....very attractive Supervisor.

And you loved it.

Im nearly done with that Samon/Kiji fic so what other Nanbaka ships should I write for?

Finally sending in a request I’ve been thinking about ever since you posted the match-up of me and Mitsuru being besties. Could you write a drabble of us going around Nanba and having adventures like how you described in your text (like how you described him having a trailer added to his Segueway thing so we can easily get around)? You can also add the other guards if you want. I just love the idea so much that I wanted to send it a request like that. Also, you can use the name Cana since it’s probably best to give you some kind of name here.

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I'm so, so sorry, my dear! I kept struggling with a way to write this out as a little drabble or fic but I kept getting stuck because the best I could do was write out what would be an introduction scene to what would need to be a multi-chaptered, albeit short chaptered fic, so I hope you don't mind what I did here.

So, we're starting out the story with Mitsuru going to visit the research and development lab to see if they've finished up what he ordered. And they have. His Segway is now all pimped out, and with new accessories, with the wagon now behind it. And it's perfect, just as he wanted it, this black person sized wagon that looks almost like a sidecar on a motorcycle would, all black with red flames and he's so proud and happy with it. He just can't resist going and showing it off.

And, naturally, the person he most wants to show it off to is Cana, the whole reason he had it done up. Building 4, where Cana is temporarily stationed, is his first stop and he's delighting in the looks and stares and muttered comments he not only hears on his way there but hears as he drives through the hallways of Building 4. Yeah, that's right, he's looking cool as fuck and the man knows it and he's definitely preening as much as one man can while actively driving a Segway.

Too bad he gets stopped before he gets to Cana by Kenshirou, alerted to Mitsuru's intrusion by one of the pups. It has just been a really bad week in Building 4, one of those kind of weeks where everyone is just working their asses off but they never seem to get ahead and Kenshirou is definitely feeling a little stressed. He's even pulled in guards from other Buildings, including Cana who is on loan from Kiji. He doesn't have time or the patience that day for whatever trouble Mitsuru is there to cause.

Too bad Mitsuru really doesn't care about things like that and really just takes it as a good chance to tease and pester Kenshirou a little, get the other man to loosen up a little. Yozakura is just too straitlaced and that's not good for a person in Mitsuru's opinion.

Anyway, poor Cana and Hitoshi are walking together, trying to decide the best way to get all the work left waiting to be done completed, when they stumble across Mitsuru and Kenshirou. And normally Cana would be enthusiastically excited to see her best friend but today? Today she just doesn't have the time really for Mitsuru and his antics.

Too bad for her she's not getting any choice. He pounces on her, excitedly showing her the modified Segway and really expects her to be as excited about it as he lists all the new specs of it.

Instead she just looks at him like 'dude, please go away, I don't have time for this right now' and confusedly asks him why he needed to get his Segway modified in the first place.

So Mitsuru explains, slowly, like he's talking to a child, that it's so that he can take people for rides. I mean, look at that wagon, it's just the perfect size for her right? He probably does some variation on that 'get in loser, we're going shopping' line from Mean Girls because the idea amuses me too much for him not too.

But he can't just rely on his words for confirmation that it is the perfect size. Nope, he just lifts her on up, plops her in the wagon despite Kenshirou and Cana both protesting. And I mean, once he has her in there, he's definitely jumping on and speeding away as quick as he can before she can really react.

Hitoshi yells after the two as they speed away from the now red-faced, eye twitching, pissed off Yozakura that Cana should have fun on her break, Hitoshi will help do her rounds and some of her paperwork.

Anyway, despite an initial kind of argument between the two friends, Cana really settles into the seat and does admit it's comfy, which is good because Mitsuru then tells her that he's taking her on the very first ever 'Mitsuru's Super-Awesome, Totally Rad Nanba Prison Tour'.

Of course, being Mitsuru, he has to take the opportunity to tease his friend a little. Building 5 is so close, after all, maybe she'd rather he just take her there and the two of them could hang out with Samon all evening if she doesn't like the idea of a tour.

And I see this as being before Cana really accepts her crush on Samon and figures out how to deal with it, so she has a little tsundere moment about how of course she doesn't want to go there, they shouldn't bother Supervisor Gokuu, let's just get this tour over so she can get back to work.

So Mitsuru drags her, building to building, giving her hilariously phrased (and often incorrect and teasing) information on all the different buildings, the guards and supervisors.

They definitely get stuck at Building 3 for a while because Kiji…to say he's not a huge fan of Mitsuru's new ride is a massive understatement. It's a travesty, a complete eyesore and how dare Mitsuru have Kiji's precious Cana in something that horrendous. I feel like Kiji is all set to give this thing a makeover and is in the process of getting a guard to go grab Trois and Honey to help in the makeover and that Mitsuru and Cana just barely escape with Mitsuru's Segway still intact.

They also get stuck for a while in Building 13, just because Mitsuru does love getting a chance to visit his other bestie, Hajime. And honestly, Building 13 is good at showing hospitality, so they stop to eat supper there.

It's on their way back that Mitsuru does insist on stopping by Building 5. Cana's acting like she's really upset about this, because this tour has already taken so long and come on, Mitsuru, I adore you but please, I need to finish my work is the kind of things she's telling him. But honestly, she's a little excited to see Samon. They end up staying for tea at Building 5.

Samon tries his best to be hospitable, and Inori is really being talkative, especially with Cana. To be fair, he's also fairly obviously hitting on her and doing so very blatantly. Or he was, until Mitsuru and Samon both shut him down from doing so, both in very physical manners.

The poor Daisen brothers had come in to ask Cana how things were going at Building 4, where they'd also been picking up shifts, only for that to happen shortly after and it really appeared to them that both men were really just kind of pissed that Inori was talking to Cana so the Daisen's kind of nope out of there after just the general pleasantries and the whole tea becomes awkward and a whole lot of fun for Mitsuru.

I will say, Mitsuru isn't all bad and probably does stick around Building 4 for a bit to help Cana catch up on work afterwards. Despite how dumb he might sometimes seem, he's actually really damn good at his job and earned his position among Nanba's elite, after all.

the boar and the pheasant - nnbk fic.

weirdly my brain’s been wanting more of these two interacting. maybe cause of how they act during the enki arc idk.

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*flick*

“eugh.” inori inhaled the smoke as he looked to see kiji waving his hand infront of his face giving a disgusted look. “how revolting, can’t you do that elsewhere?”

“we’re outside.”

“well it’ll ruin my cuticles!”

“i’m startin to think ya just say whatever big fancy word ya can think off the top of ya head.”

“oh pashaw! like i’d ever need to research any fanciful saying to perpetuate your addiction to such a cancerous toxin.”

“...my point exactly.” as both sat on the bench inori moved huffing the smoke in and soon out as the autumn wind flew by them, giving the bored elder an idea.

“so...girls huh?” he asked, catching the pheasant off guard. “what about them?”

“yknow.” he replied, watching the other think before realizing and chuckling fakely, waving his hand as he did. “o-oh ahah oh yes they have...very nice......eyes?”

he chuckled in response as he took the cig out. “man, your awful at pretendin.” he laughed as kiji gasped. “how DARE you i can act just fine if not amazingly!”

“except when tryin to be stra-”

“i am!”

“ey sis no worries gojou was the same.”

“oh psh! gojou was very obviously so. i however take time to myself to attract a lovely mate~!”

“to top or bottom-”

“OH go shave some of your morning prickles off or something!”

“chicks DIG this kinda stubble.”

“well make it less like you need to be at a retirement home then.” he huffed as inori put out the butt of his cigarette, taking out his phone as samon texted “another hour.” and sighed, taking out another cig. “this is gonna be a long lunch meet up.”

monthly word count: june

TOTAL: 12 415. not horrible! POSTED: nothing. (posted chapter 2 of the bleach ABO ichigo/grimmjow&his fraccion fic but that was written beforehand.) WIP -grimmjow/ichigo psychic wolves chapter 6 (280 words :X ) -madatobiizu ABO sequel chapter 1 (6 435 words) -madatobiizu ABO sequel chapter 2 (920 words) -madatobiizu ABO sequel discarded snippets (317 words) -- (so total: 7 672 words) -mada/tobi: baby brother rescue IT *WILL* BE A ONE SHOT AAAAA fic (4 150 words) -mada/tobi baby bro rescue discarded snippets (311 words)

-grimmichi psychic wolves- Grimmjow understood enough spoken Japanese to pick up his own, oddly accented name and "where are you from", though barely. He hummed absently in acknowledgement that a question had been asked and took another bite of the six-eggs, weirdly rolled-up omelette Ichigo's little sister had slid in front of his face a minute ago. Fucking delicious, but then again he hadn't eaten since yesterday. "She asks where you're from," Ichigo translated a minute later, after the tiny woman was done badgering him. Then he rolled his eyes, prodding with his mind instead. Which you knew. Jerk. "Iunno. Brazil, probably." He stuffed an improbably big bite in his mouth. Pantera had refused to be in the same room as the other wolves, so the other sister had filled her a couple of bowls in the garden. Grimmjow could feel the satisfied, ravenous crunch of wet food and bones in her maw. Damn but the Kurosakis were good to their guests. "Probably?!" he could feel Ichigo echo to him as the wolf cops replied. Because they weren't even military, of course, which would have been okayish. They were very visibly here to regulate his fucking presence, if they could figure out who to fine. Least that was the vibe he got. Nobody had even asked his superior officer's name yet or anything. He wondered if they were so nice because of Ichigo, but he wasn't sure that it made sense. Ichigo was a civilian; he could have friends amongst officials, sure, but would they really play that nice on his behalf? Do I look like a tourist who got turned around in Tokyo or something? -- -madatobiizu ABO- "Niisan?" "--My bad." He almost waved it off, said it was nothing, pointless woolgathering. What use would it be, bringing Izuna's mood down? But they never talked about the painful things, did they. "Wondering how Kijitora would have handled it." "--Kiji-nii?" Izuna hesitated; then slowly took a seat at his side, looking unsure. "I don't really... I don't remember him enough to even guess. Would he... What would he even want?" Probably not peace. That had only become Madara's obsession after his death. They'd been too young to even think that far before then. "Sabigata liked princess stories. Sweeping brides off their feet as bandits hunted them down. That series of adventure books with a family group of about twenty people. I bet he'd have been in our ears all day and night about snatching up both Hashirama and his brother and going to conquer the daimyo or something." "Pfft." Izuna smiled despite himself, something tender and bitter both. "Maybe at fourteen, but any older than that..." Madara clicked his tongue. "At fourteen I was meeting with Hashirama at the river. I would wager you anything he would have gone for him. He'd have thought it was romantic and fated." "Heh!" Izuna's eyes crinkled. "And Kiji-nii?" Madara thought about it, then gave a decisive nod. His throat felt tight, but his mouth was still curved in a smile. "Kiji would have yelled at Sabi for talking Hashirama into stealing his first kiss." Izuna laughed, leaning into his shoulder, eyes a little too glossy. Madara gazed away at the forest, still smiling faintly, pretended his own sight wasn't wavering as if underwater either. He had no idea if any of that would ever have been true. Sabi had died at nine; Kijitora at eight. Even their still-careless young teenage selves were something Madara had trouble extrapolating toward; their adult ones were impossible. Who even knew how many things would have happened to mature them, to scar them up? He spoke with conviction anyway, willing it to be true, to have been true, to still be something that existed somewhere in some better universe. Eventually his little brother sighed, melancholic and amused, shook himself, and nudged him. His eyes were crinkled with slightly more tenderness than mockery. "So what you're saying is, you guys would have ended up married to Hashirama." "Aha!" Madara shot back, and finally climbed back to his feet; "but it wouldn't have been my fault." -- -tobirama mildly fucks up the universe to get his little brothers back and madara is like, oh, HEY.- Tobirama's guts were a block of ice. Holding Kawarama was a man he'd seen around on the battlefield -- frequently relaying orders. High-ranking. Strong -- three tomoe. Mostly genjutsu. At his back was Uchiha Madara. Nobody but Hashirama had ever made him take a single step back. "Madara," he said somehow. His lips were numb. He couldn't look away from Kawarama's dark panicked eyes, Kawarama's bared teeth and small, already-callused hands. "Tobi-nii--" "Don't move," he ordered. His voice felt blank, his head felt blank. The portal kept draining him drip by drip. "Don't move." He wasn't dead yet. They'd stopped their child-killing squads. Kawarama was too young to be killed now. Madara's attention was a suffocating weight on his lungs, all sharp edges and deadly readiness. "... Good," the man praised, like Tobirama was a disobedient dog who had finally performed as expected. He shifted his weight, started pulling Tobirama backwards by the hair -- about to drag him, to force him to stumble along outside of the seal. He must have known -- he must be able to tell how terrified Tobirama was for the boy in his clansman's grasp, he could tell how stiff, how petrified -- "You're coming with us, and then you're going to talk." The grass on the other side of the portal was moving. It wouldn't be very long now. Tobirama dug his fingers into the earth, a laughably inefficient way to slow him down. "I'll let you kill me afterwards." Madara paused, made a brief, baffled noise. Tobirama's back bumped against his knee. "I'll let you kill me. I won't fight. Just don't -- don't stop me now."

fanfic anon here ^-^ I posted it, hope it can bring you some joy while you're healing ^^

It was absolutely wonderful Anon thank you so much !!!!!!!!

I read it yesterday and I enjoyed it a lot !! Ofc Ruka would feel down if he found himself falling for Kiji ♥♥♥♥

I can relate to him a lot when he’s grateful Kiji’s butt is hidden hahah

My favourite part is when Ruka faints and wakes up….such a pretty scene 💖💖💖

Here’s the fic !!!! Pls guys check it out !!

★ https://archiveofourown.org/works/13163343 ★

Caught in the Rain, Honey X Trois fic

A pretty short fic I wrote a little while back for HoneyxTrois, very fluffy and soft so no warnings needed

Read it on AO3 -

Anime: Nanbaka

Honey x Trois

Words: 929

The green haired man blinked as he looked up at the sky, flinching slightly as a raindrop landed on his cheek. His red framed glasses protected his eyes from the water dripping down onto him as his head tilted up towards where it fell. The rain was quite sudden, not even a slight drizzle as a warning which meant he had no time to hurry inside to avoid getting soaked, and the clouds formed much too quickly for him to even bring an umbrella with him when he went outside. He let out a soft sigh as he looked ahead of him, glasses already too wet to properly see out of. He slid his glasses off and grabbed a small cloth from his tool belt to wipe them clean.

"Hey Trois-" The male got startled by a quite familiar voice. He looked up to see his cellmate, Honey, walking over to him while carrying an umbrella. "The hell are you doing out here? You planning on getting sick or something?"

Trois let out a soft chuckle at his questions and shook his head, "I was hoping to do some repairs but it seems I got caught in the rain. I had no idea it was even going to start raining." He sighed slightly and slid his glasses back on. "But what are you doing out here, Honey? Don't tell me you were worried about me~?" He teased and earned himself a disgusted sound from the other.

"Of course not. Kiji will throw a fit if you were to catch a cold. And it looks like you've already ruined your clothes by getting them wet." Honey grumbled and handed the umbrella he held to Trois, "Here, you can use this on your way back inside." The latter just pushed the umbrella back towards Honey with a shake of his head.

"There's not much use. I'm already soaking wet so we don't want you getting soaked as well. I think I'll be fine on my way inside." He reassured with a soft smile.

Honey growled and pulled Trois close to him, hooking his arm with the other so they were both standing under the umbrella. "I told you you'll get sick. Let's just go like this." He grumbled.

Trois looked at him a bit surprised but soon let out a soft laugh and rested his head on his shoulder. "Yes, this is just fine~"

"Your hair is sopping wet..." Honey grumbled again as they made their way back into the large building. "By the way, I'm only helping you to spare myself from hearing Kiji complain about you. And having to take care of you while you're sick would be the worst."

Trois just laughed. "Right, of course~ It's just for Kiji..." He knew very well that Honey was, in fact worried about him. If not, then at least concerned. He wouldn't have put in the effort to come all the way out here otherwise. Honey isn't exactly known to be open about his concern for others, at least not without getting flustered. But maybe that's something Trois likes about him. Who really knows.

They both went quiet after that, staring ahead of them as they watched the building grow closer with each step. During the journey neither of them bothered to move apart at all, arms hooked together as Trois rested his head on Honey's shoulder.

As much as Trois enjoyed listening to the sound of rain and their footsteps hitting the wet ground. The temptation to mess with Honey was much too overwhelming. As they began to approach a particularly large puddle Honey started stepping to the side to avoid it but Trois kept going straight forward.

"Trois, there's a puddle so mo-" Before he could even finish his sentence Trois took a large step forward, splashing the water towards the other with a laugh.

Honey nearly screeched as he attempted to move away, forgetting they were attached by the arm. Trois stumbled forward but quickly caught his footing as he chuckled.

Honey growled, "That's not funny, Trois! You got my pants all wet!"

"Oh shush, you're not the one here to complain about being wet." Trois rolled his eyes and smirked, kicking a bit more water towards Honey.

"Will you cut it out! You're not a child!" He shouted again and tugged Trois forward, away from the puddle. Laughter escaped Trois as he followed Honey once again.

"I'm just messing around, no need to get upset~" Trois grinned and continued to hold onto his arm. That just earned an eye roll from Honey.

"Whatever, but you can tell Kiji that you're the one who got my pants all dirty." He huffed and Trois just nodded.

Speaking of- as they entered the building, Honey closed the umbrella and shook it off, but they were quickly greeted with a scream from Kiji. "WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED TO YOU TWO?!" He exclaimed and Trois waved his hand dismissively.

"We just got a bit caught in the rain, that's all. We were just about to get cleaned up." He said with his usual soft smile.

Kiji groaned, "You be sure to give me your dirty clothes as soon as you're done so I can get them washed immediately. Then I'll escort you to the infirmary to ensure neither of you have caught a cold." The two boys gave a simple nod and a 'yes kiji' as they walked off. Trois glanced to Honey and smiled slightly. They have some pretty good lives, even if they are in prison- it's not too bad.

for the fanfiction ask meme - Constellations series (1, 5, 6, 7, 11, 12, 13, 15)

1 What inspired you to write the fic this way?* It was a specific YOI fanfic series, “Accuse Me Thus” by kanekki, that I had been reading and rereading, and I thought it was interesting to see how characters would rise to the occasion (even as they struggle with learning how best to handle the situation) when they had a friend who desperately needed their help. My series is very different from kanekki’s, but I still linked it on AO3 as having inspired my stories because the core was still the same (and to say it didn’t inspire me would be a lie).

5 What part was hardest to write?* All of the sexual assault scenes were emotionally difficult for me, as an empath; I actively, perpetually cringed while writing those, or Seitarou’s recollection of those. I would also add the scene where Seitarou breaks down in front of the brothers and mentions his mom.* In terms of the actual writing, the chapter where Seitarou was in cell 13 for the night was slightly difficult just because more characters means more moving parts and more things to keep track of. That being said, that chapter gave me the chance to develop a shorthand/cheat-sheet for writing the cell 13 inmates.

6 What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?* I feel like it’s the only fanfic series where I adequately (and informatively) explore how friends/family can help someone with mental illness/psychological disorders, what they should or should not do, how important they are for the healing process or for just maintaining a positive outlook.* I’ve also never had such a violent scene before in a fanfic as Hajime punishing Kiji.* I feel like Momoko’s internal moral struggle is something unique across my stories. It was something I knew I wanted to include from the start, but I fear I may have downplayed it too much. She was struggling between seeking immediate vengeance because she had a personal stake in it, and pursuing justice through the legal system. If she had sought vengeance, she would have compromised her own integrity as the warden and possibly the integrity of Nanba Prison. In her last phone-call with Hajime, I left it purposefully ambiguous whether or not she was tacitly endorsing Hajime’s preferred interrogation method. If she was going to permit it at all, it would have to be tacitly/implicitly, because telling him to do it outright could ruin her career.

7 Where did the title come from?* I think, more than anything else, it came from the song Talk To Me by Lauren Aquilina: “There’s a universe inside your head/ constellations of the things you left unsaid.” I think that communication is one of the main themes of this series. At first there’s a barrier between Seitarou and everyone around him, but gradually that barrier is torn down, sometimes by circumstance and sometimes by choice.

11 What do you like best about this fic?* I think the opportunity to show a healthy healing process. I liked being able to tell a story that people wanted to read, and use it to demonstrate some things that are worthy of emulating without being preachy about it.* The Seijime.

12 What do you like least about this fic?* The only thing that comes to mind is it’s inconsistency in story/chapter length. I started out planning to make it even and consistent, then it didn’t happen that way, and now my neurotic self is irked by that.* I feel like there are details that I overlooked, but should’ve been really obvious to me, so I may go back and make some small edits where I add new details.

13 What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?* I have a playlist for this series (so, an “accompany your reading” list):* Distance by Christina Perri ft. Jason Mraz (mixed POV)* Talk To Me by Lauren Aquilina (Hajime’s POV)* Ghost Tag (mashup) (Seitarou’s POV)* Broken by Seether ft. Amy Lee (mixed POV)* Cry by Alexx Calise (Seitarou’s POV)* Hold by Superchick (Seitarou’s POV)* Die For You by Starset (Hajime’s POV)* Lithium by Evanescence (Seitarou’s POV)* Echo by Gumi Megpoid* Miss Wanna Die by Jubyphonic* ((I REALLY wish I had a song for Hitoshi’s POV))* This list is not in order; I think different songs fit best in different places, but listening to them at other points in the story might help you see things you didn’t notice before. So, put it on shuffle.

15 What did you learn from writing this fic?* My fanfics bring all the angst to the fandom.* If you write it, they will read.* Jk, I’ll start taking this seriously.* Writing stories of healing are more satisfying than wallowing in angst.

Jackson!!

Stop.

Stop getting hurt.

You’re making me cry.

Shut up. Just shut up and get in the bed, man.

Yes, dear, I love you too.

An Announcement

“Hey Donald, Come check this out.”

Donald groans, annoyed and instead brushes at the crumbs of waxy chocolate that fell from the cheap swiss roll now sitting as sludge in his tummy.

The other engineer, Harrison Feynman, nephew and nepotism hire- as a favor to great man’s daughter- has spent countless hours running on a treadmill, for no other reason, it seems, then for the ability to bound over…

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Kiji needs to find a composer and lyricist for his idol group. Honey and Trois turn out to be just what he needed.

(A/N: Second chapter of my Nanbaka fic. Yes, I’m going to always post a link to it when I update lmao?)

BIRTHDAY FIC FOR SYDNIE

Kiji does your makeup for your birthday.

"Kiji...I-" He had you seated in his chair in the Staff room, a light shining a bit brightly in your face as he cups your face in his hands.

He was doing your makeup.

You hadn't asked him to do it, all you did was tell him that it was your birthday, and he ran with it!

His soft hands gently carressed your cheeks as he applied your eyeliner, he had an entire makeup kit just for you, and you weren't quite sure how he knew what colors you liked.

"Stay still, hun". He finished applying your eyeliner, and went on to add eyeshadow. You almost wanted to open your mouth and tell him he didn't need to do this, but he told you to stay still, so you did.

"....My favorite guards birthday...I'm going to make you look fabulous for your special day." He muttered as he continued, you had a light blush on your cheeks as he did, still staying quiet.

"Well, it looks like I won't need to apply blush." He giggles to himself, as he reaches for the black lipstick next.

"W...wait, I can put that on myself-" You tried to tell him, but he shushes you immediately.

"No, none of that, I said I will be doing your makeup, so I will be doing it."

He grabs the lipstick and takes off the cap, then gently holds your cheek again. You can't but look into his eyes as he applies the lipstick in broad strokes across your lips.

"There, all done!"

He has you stand up and look into the mirror that he always keep on him.

You look great, and he was right, you didn't need blush. You turn to him as he starts putting the makeup kit away.

"And now, for the excitement, no work today, I've already spoken to the Warden about it so don't bother complaining."

He grabs your hand and leads you out the door, out to enjoy your birthday.

I am or may not be writing a Nanbaka fic...

Yes. I am. What ship? Samon and Kiji

Why that ship?

because you're telling me Kiji didn't slap Mao with so much force that he hit the wall out of respect or Samon? There's some feeling there and I'm blowing it outta proportion. Sue me. I dare you. (I watched that episode today if you couldn't tell. Most satisfying anime slap)