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title: (Technically Not) Technical Difficulties
fandom Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger
character(s)/pairing(s): Captain Marvelous/Don Dogoier, Don Dogoier/Gokai Galleon
wordcount: 610
summary: Sure, he gets that the Galleon has a thing for Hakase.

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imaginedyou: (gokaiger ;; joe/ahim sword)
title: Fever
fandom Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger
character(s)/pairing(s): Don Dogoier/Gokai Galleon
wordcount: 835
summary: The Galleon has been really unwell lately, or as Marvelous would say, "really playing up, you piece of junk!", but Don knows something has been bothering it.

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imaginedyou: (ooo ;; ankh wings)
Noey wrote THIS, and I just couldn't resist my own stab at a scene post-canon, bringing Ankh back. Ankh, Hina, Eiji. 710 words.


cure for the itch


The shard of the medal - Ankh's last medal - comes out of Eiji's pocket, wrapped in tomorrow's pants alongside a handful of coin.

"You kept that," Ankh says flatly. It's difficult to tell exactly what he means by that - is it approval? Amusement? ...Is he touched by the sentiment? The moment stretches further and further until the silence becomes positively deafening. Hina can actually hear the blood pumping through her veins, the sound thundering in her ears.

And then Ankh smirks. That same derisive smirk he always used to lay on, and Hina feels her heart sink.

"Why would you keep that?" He snorts. And then his entire body shakes with his silent laughter.

Hina feels a hard lump rise in her throat, but she won't cry about this. If anyone is used to Ankh and his thoughtless actions by now, it's her. Tied with Eiji of course.

"If you didn't want me to keep it, why would you have left it with me?" Eiji counters. Hina is a little glad of the way he pushes protectively in front of her to challenge Ankh. It gives her the moment to take a breath, compose herself, and add from behind him, "besides, it would have been dangerous to just throw them away!"

She herself, after all, has been clutching her own half tightly in her palm since the moment Ankh reappeared out of nowhere. Reaching into the pocket of her dress to find it, always there. It always has been. Something solid to cling to if needed.

"That's right!" Eiji says, gaping in realisation. He turns. "That's right, Hina-chan! Imagine if someone had gotten their hands on both halves and found a way to reforge the medal?"

"-I'd have revived," Ankh points out. "Did you not want that?"

"You're here now," Hina says quietly, releasing the words on a breath and hoping they won't fall apart upon impact. They're still so disbelieving. They come out so quietly nobody else hears.

"We tried!" Eiji says. His mouth screws up, his eyes pleading with Ankh to believe them. "There was no possible way!"

"There wouldn't have been anything to worry about then," Ankh says. He helps himself to a seat and slouches back in it. The way he crosses both his legs and his arms speaks for itself about the barrier he is trying to set. But he can't help peering up at them both, one after the other, face accusing and wary all at once.

Suddenly Hina realises what Eiji must already have sensed; Ankh is lashing out because he is afraid that since he's been gone things will have changed. It took so long to make him truly believe they cared, it is just like him to think that it could be lost again easily just because he was no longer there.

"Stop trying to turn this around and make it an attack against you!" Eiji bursts out. This time it's his turn to take a calming breath. "We missed you, you know? Just accept it."

"That's why I kept it," Hina says, opening her palm and thrusting her hand right into Ankh's face. He jerks back, grabbing the sides of the chair to steady himself, but if he looks down his nose he can see it, the broken core medal.

"Sentimental fools, the both of you," he sneers. But his face quickly settles into a far more pensive shape, and he doesn't attempt to take back what must truly be useless to him now. He is already revived without the medal.

"Everything has changed now," he says, bolting up suddenly. Hina jumps back, clutching the half-medal to herself instinctively. "Unless I'm mistaken, none of the other Greeeds have accomplished this resurrection. And there are no longer any core medals in this world to persue. I need to discover my place all over again... I need to evolve."

He is already halfway out the window as he speaks, and there is nothing Eiji or Hina can do to stop him.

"Ankh!" Eiji cries, running to the window and dangling most of the way out of it, looking around futilely.

Hina brings her tightened fist to her chest.

"With us," she says firmly to herself. "You belong with us."

imaginedyou: (k-on! ;; group)
Written as a response to the 12 Character Meme. The prompt was: "Captain Marvelous tries to kiss Joe Gibken. What happens?", from [personal profile] fairytales. Set pre-series. 747 words.


a kiss to build a dream on


Marvelous knows things are much more complicated than either of them have let on. It's been three days since Joe promised to be with him, "to your dream, and beyond", and yet he still hasn't come out of the quarters Marvelous offered him, except to eat and exercise.

Marvelous had no way of knowing beforehand just how silent and solitary Joe was going to turn out to be, but he is sharp enough to realise there is more to it than just that. It's not just Joe's personality, it isn't just Joe recovering from the constant fear of being on the run, almost certain of being caught thanks to the tracking device on the collar and running like hell anyway. Sometimes Marvelous sees Joe sneaking around with red eyes that are not from a lack of sleep.

Marvelous knows what it is to mourn someone you cared about. And not in the way of family, perhaps not even in the way of close friends - AkaRed had been a little of everything to him; father-figure, mentor, friend. Basco had been his friend, partner in crime, some-time lover. Marvelous knows relationships can be complicated, far moreso than can be put into words. Joe's grief could be some of these things, all of them, or none of them at all.

Somehow it's the same.

He leaves Joe to it, not bothering to worry. Anyone who has the balls to stand up to the Zangyack like that right in their own backyard can handle their own problems. Marvelous decides he will wait for Joe to come to him.

That's before Joe wakes him up the next night with a blood-curdling scream, followed by the choked cry of a name; "Sid-sempai!"

The next thing Marvelous knows, he's outside Joe's bedroom door and a clatter sounds as something flies across the room. He even hears Joe's indrawn breath, sharp as he realises that must have woken Marvelous up, and that there is no explanation for it. None that he is prepared to give, anyway. Little does he know Marvelous is already awake, and right there.

Marvelous leans against the wall, arms folded, one leg propped. After what seems like an eternity, in which he suspects Joe is waiting himself - waiting for the sounds that suggest Marvelous is up and about, woken by the noise - he hears the shuffle as Joe gets up out of bed tentatively and heads for the door.

He sticks his head out first, glancing around for signs of life, and because Joe is half-prepared for it, he only flinches slightly to see Marvelous lazing there against the wall.

Joe is still wearing bandages from his various injuries - sword slashes and electric shocks alike. Between that and the obvious tears that have been wiped away from his face, Marvelous can't hold back.

He had known from the first instant that Joe was strong. But that doesn't make him unbreakable.

Marvelous pushes off the wall and stands in front of Joe. He reaches out and places a hand under Joe's chin, tilting it up to look him in the eyes. Joe's face has the exact same look on it from only days ago when Marvelous had placed his hands on the shock collar.

A mixture of disbelief, awe, gratitude... and something else. Joe's eyes seem almost too far away, remembering other times and places. Marvelous narrows his eyes and wonders whose stance he is mimicking. Has someone done this with Joe before? Has someone stood taller than him, hand on his chin, and tilted it up until their lips met?

He only takes a split second to care about it. Then he leans down.

Joe kisses back. Joe kisses back with an eagerness that completely convinces Marvelous someone has done this to him before. His lips are full and his mouth clings, desperately seeking more. All of a sudden Marvelous does not want to be the replacement for this other person. He pulls back.

"I'll help you through it," he says roughly. Joe's kiss has affected him more than he realised. But his offer is real.

Joe snaps back to reality pretty quickly, but to his credit he recovers well enough to merely nod. He goes back into his room and shuts the door carefully behind him. Marvelous lets him go.

When he is ready to accept what Marvelous has to offer - and he will be eventually, Marvelous is almost certain of that - Joe will come to him.


imaginedyou: (wang qiu wang zi ;; troika)
Rikkai first-year fic. Some more Sanada-Yukimura rivalry (and lack there of) exploration. The moment things fall into place. 545 words.




"It's about being the best," Muraoka says. "The best team who get the best results. I don't care who is better than who when it comes to this team winning. When we play a match against another school we're all on the same side. We're one entity. Play order is of no concern, so forget any arguments. All I care about is that you are better than your opponent. I care that you're the best you can be, and that this team as a whole is the best it can be... So that we always win."

The crowd disperses, and Yukimura has to wonder just how many of them really took the words in. But therein lies the challenge - he knows it is up to him to make sure that in his time at Rikkai he makes it so that every member of the tennis team - from the Regulars down to freshman collecting up the balls - come to live by those words. And to make sure that those who can't or won't are not associated with his club.

His club. Although he only thinks it to himself, Yukimura knows that even that is dangerous. Which is the entire reason he feeds Muraoka the words to say willingly. His time will come.

Sanada takes the words in. But he realises afterwards that he has been watching Yukimura the entire time, seeing the words coming out of Yukimura's mouth even though he hasn't spoken. Those aren't Muraoka-buchou's words, he can say that with confidence, and yet he doesn't quite know how he knows that.

The only thing that really matters in the end is the way Yanagi looks at him with a sideways glance. He opens his mouth to speak, and Sanada cuts him off.

"I know," he says, and as everyone else heads back to the courts Sanada makes a beeline for Yukimura.

Yukimura frowns a little as Sanada approaches, no doubt assuming that he will make a demand for a match because that's what he always does. Yukimura doesn't usually show so much expression on his face unless he wants people to see it. He's irritated because he thinks Sanada has missed the point completely and is about to punctuate it.

For once it actually matters to Sanada that someone has the wrong idea about him. He prides himself on his discipline and restraint - especially considering he knows best the kind of temper he generally manages to hide - and yet here is someone who would rightfully assume he has none at all based on all their interactions. He has to correct this.

Sanada stops in front of Yukimura and waits. Rather than blurt out his words he gives it a moment for the silence to register, just looking at Yukimura, who looks back at him blankly. Sanada takes a breath.

"I understand," Sanada says, and before he realises what he is doing he bows. Yukimura's eyes widen, but Sanada spins around and marches away before Yukimura can recover enough to say anything to that. To hell with the lack of explanation, Yukimura isn't stupid. He'll figure it out.

Sanada can feel his cheeks burning. All that matters right now is that he get as far away from everyone as possible.

imaginedyou: (k-on! ;; practicing)
title: Time To Play
character(s)/pairing(s): Ritsu, Mio
genre: gen
wordcount: 759
notes/summary: Set during events shown in episode 2x03. Originally posted here.
prompt: From [community profile] fic_promptly: K-On!, Ritsu, the first time she picked up a drumstick.

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For fic-promptly, for the prompt: Prince of Tennis, Rikkaidai, why are our uniforms coloured like bumblebees? and originally posted here. 753 words.


Rikkai's Highly Unusual (and Suspect) Methods of Maturing one Kirihara Akaya


"Sanada-fukubuchou," Kirihara says, taking a deep breath. He needs an answer. "Why are our uniforms coloured like bumblebees?"

He is expecting a frown, followed by the harsh snap of a, "Stop asking stupid questions and get out of my way!", but instead Sanada's mouth twists into a strange shape that Kirihara has never seen before - it looks kind of grim - and Sanada coughs a little as he says instead, "ask Yukimura."

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imaginedyou: (wang qiu wang zi ;; troika)
title: The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
character(s)/pairing(s): Yukimura/Yanagi/Sanada
genre: slash, threesome
wordcount: 782
notes/summary: 'He much prefers the way that Sanada's silence sounds'
prompt: From [community profile] fic_promptly: Prince of Tennis, Yukimura/Yanagi/Sanada, The three demons. Originally posted here.

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imaginedyou: (massu plays tennis for realz)
title: The Way
characters/pairing(s): Yukimura/Sanada
genre: slash, light smut
rating: Barely an R
wordcount: 970
prompt: From [ profile] potkinkmeme2011: "Alpha pair with Yukimura topping. Preferably inside Sanada's dojo. Bonus if Yuki jumps Sana while he's meditating". Originally posted anonymously here.

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Sanada/Yanagi/Yukimura future-fic, gen, 670 words, prompt: 7 September 2005: Herr doktor. Thank an old episode of House for this. This is just a snippet; might write some more in this universe sometime, hopefully not all angsty!

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imaginedyou: (massu plays tennis for realz)
title: More Than Meets The Eye
character(s)/pairing(s): Yukimura, Yanagi, Sanada, Muraoka (OC).
genre: pre-series, backstory, original character
wordcount: 667
notes/summary: A series exploring the Rikkai third-years freshman year at Rikkai. There are many unspoken secrets - and not-secrets - lurking beneath the surface of the tennis club.
previous: Where Do We Begin, One Point Shy of Winning

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Rikkai troika 'gen' (it's getting kind of ambiguous), University setting. 585 words. 31_days prompt: 25 October 2006. your unknown colour. Follows on from An Electric Michelangelo.


Your Unknown Colour


Once inside, they all have their rituals. Yukimura is always deferred to for first choice of seat; Yanagi and Sanada contrive to slow their paces until he is first through the door and he knows they do it. Once Yukimura has his seat - always beside the window - he shrugs off his rucksack and lets it thump beside him on the floor, sighing under the weight it carries and sagging until it is wrinkled up where it sits. This day he hunches up small in his chair and tries to absorb the heat from his drink through his fingertips.

Yanagi always gets his equipment out first; notebooks, folder, spare paper, pens and pencils. Once he has it all where he wants it only then does he remember to take off his jacket and hat and get comfortable. The hat goes into his bag, tucked away carefully so that Yukimura can't pick it up by the braids and whip it around his head, which he does if it is sat on within view and the temptation is strong enough.

The first thing Sanada does is take off his coat. He sits in his seat and waits for the warmth in the room to permeate his skin, his bag propped on the desk until he finds out what he is going to need for the duration of the class. Yukimura sits and daydreams about the art he didn't get enough time to look at, and the artist he wants to meet. The lecture goes over his head.

It wasn't nearly enough time to notice anything, but Yukimura thinks in terms of the basics. Yanagi and Sanada have their heads down, Yanagi making his neat organised notes with the bare minimum of information in short-hand that allows him to understand what has been said without unnecessary extra words. Sanada writes down everything word for word, scribbling at the speed of sound to be sure there's nothing he misses. When Yukimura works he tends to stop and pause now and then to reflect on information, sometimes writing and sometimes not. Sometimes he doodles. Yanagi always smiles almost condescendingly when he does that, and Sanada gets annoyed, but images help Yukimura remember better. Words aren't everything.

He can't help but realise it now, that Yanagi and Sanada are both so serious in their own ways, and both so orderly. Yanagi because it keeps him organised, and Sanada because it is right and proper. He isn't sure why they both gravitated towards him when he is so different. What he needs is someone to befriend who is more fluid and relaxed, like him. Someone with creative flair and an ease about them.

He doesn't even know the street artist, but he wants to. It makes no sense but Yukimura doesn't care. He is making assumptions based on a nagging feeling that he is missing out somehow. He loves Yanagi and Sanada both, but even between them there are still things they don't provide.

He realises suddenly what a dangerous path his thoughts are taking, and sits up a little. He devotes the rest of class to writing down all the things he should do afterwards that aren't, 'go to the park to find the street artist'.

The list is unconvincing, full of meaningless things that he doesn't need to do, and doesn't care about. Even 'spend time with Sanada and Yanagi' isn't enough to tempt him; they spend plenty of time together already, and even without him they still have one another.

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Rikkai troika gen, University setting. Inspired by this image. 904 words. 31_days prompt: 9 November 2005: An electric Michelangelo.


An Electric Michelangelo


It's a chilly winter morning and there's no time to waste - Yukimura slips out of the coffee shop with his Gingerbread Latte and Sanada and Yanagi are stood patiently waiting for him regardless of the wind whipping around them. Somehow Yukimura had managed to find himself further back in the queue than the two of them, and by the time Yanagi had noticed and offered to let him back in it had been too late and he and Sanada were already ordering. Yukimura's cut-off gloves leave his fingertips bare, and he presses them firmly to the warmth radiating out from his cup.

"We're going to be late," Sanada mutters, something they all know which didn't need to be said. It's tempting to point out that he could have gone ahead without them, but neither Yanagi nor Yukimura give in to the temptation. You don't question Sanada's loyalty, and you certainly don't make fun of it. They set off together, heads ducked down against the wind.

Sanada ignores his drink as he strides along, his free hand clutching his bag to his side to keep it from bouncing against his hip at the furious pace of his steps. The tassels of Yanagi's knitted hat stream behind him, and the pom-pom on top bounces with every step he takes, and Yukimura can't help smiling behind him. When Yanagi had first worn the hat - knitted by some elderly aunt or grandmother - Yukimura had spent the entire day tugging on the tassels at random moments just for the fun of it. Yanagi sips on his seasonal beverage of choice, a Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha as he walks, almost stumbling to lean down and sip at it each time, he's in such a hurry.

Yukimura's rucksack on his back leaves his hands both free to continue gripping his cup. His scarf flaps in the wind, because he hasn't had the foresight to tuck his into his jacket like Sanada and Yanagi have. He depends on layers instead, his long coat that stops at mid-thigh undone over a lighter jacket, a jumper and a shirt.

They reach the end of the pedestrianised walkway and stop at the traffic lights. Yukimura pokes at one of the ear-flaps to Sanada's trapper hat.

"What have you got today?" He asks hopefully. Sanada always flits between two choices, Green Tea Latte which Yukimura hates, and Chai Tea Latte which he adores.

Sanada just offers out the cup in response, eyes going back to watching the traffic light as he shoves his hands deep into his pockets. Yukimura takes a sip and pulls a face; it's green tea. When he looks up Sanada's mouth is set in a grim smile.

"You could've said," Yukimura says, wiping his mouth and handing back the cup.

"You wouldn't have believed me anyway," Sanada replies. "Drink your own drink."

Yukimura sticks his tongue out at Sanada and does as he suggests, swirling his own latte in his mouth to rid himself of the bitter tang. The traffic light changes and they cross the road and cut through the park to get to their university campus.

Most of the trees are bare, except for the evergreens and the particularly stubborn ones that still cling to orange, red and brown leaves in places. The benches are frosted over. Sometimes Yukimura, Yanagi and Sanada sit on them and share - lunch if no other students have beaten them to it, in which case they stretch out on the grass - but not in this weather.

The ground isn't damp, but it gives that impression anyway, the leaves that are on it have a wet sheen to them and they stick, and yet are slippery if you step on them. Not far from the exit at the other end of the park a small crowd has formed, which is unusual considering the season.

Sanada charges through, utterly uncaring of what is going on. Yanagi spares a brief glance as he walks through for the sake of knowing. If it were an emergency of some sort he might stop, out of compassion. But it's simply a street artist at work, and that's nothing he hasn't seen before. They're going to be late.

Yukimura is the one who stops. Sanada and Yanagi are ahead of him and still moving, the gap between them increasing. The man is wearing too little to be outside for a long period of time like this, ripped jeans and a jumper over a t-shirt, but he doesn't seem bothered. His hand moves furiously over the ground, although he has a fair few canvases propped up for sale, too. It seems ridiculous to draw on the floor for nothing when the weather could turn at any moment and wash it away.

And yet he uses colours completely out of season; bright and bold primary colours accented by alternating warm and cold tones. It brings the park alive again, Yukimura thinks.

"Seiichi," Yanagi says, appearing a few steps away from him. "We're going to be late."

"I'm coming," he replies, sparing one last glance for the street artist who can't be any older than he is. The brunette catches him and their eyes meet. He smiles, and Yukimura makes the decision before he moves his feet and carries himself away.

He just has to hope the man will still be there by the time his first free period comes along.

imaginedyou: (massu plays tennis for realz)
SanaYuki fluffy-smut or smutty-fluffy. Nothing graphic. Prompt from 31_days: 1 November 2006. the heart asks pleasure first. 934 Words.


A Morning Routine


"It's too early to get up, come back to bed," Yukimura says, turning his face into the pillow away from the sunlight and muffling his words.

"It's not that early," Sanada replies gently, but slides back beneath the sheets. Yukimura has never been a morning person, which might be the reason for the harshness of before-school practices back in the day. Yukimura curls his arms around his pillow and attempts to bury himself deeper, but Sanada knows he is awake now, just unwilling to admit to it. He rests his weight on one elbow and watches for a moment as Yukimura's back moves with each breath. If he had truly been lulled back to sleep it would have gone so shallow so as not to be noticed.

Sanada begins by touching the muscles in Yukimura's shoulder, and his fingers drift lightly down the spine. Yukimura's skin prickles but he refuses to move. Sanada feels along his side, back up to the shoulder. Yukimura is warm from their shared body heat, and his skin is smooth and beautiful. Sanada knows he always falls into this trap, but he can't help touching.

He strokes Yukimura's side until Yukimura uncurls slightly, tilting his head back with eyes still shut. Sanada reaches up, cupping Yukimura's chin and throat in his hand and stroking his cheek with his thumb.

"Oh, stop it," Yukimura says, but his mouth carries a soft and lazy smile. Sanada takes this as invitation to slide closer, until his body is pressed against the back of Yukimura's from entwined feet to his breath on Yukimura's neck.

Yukimura can no doubt feel Sanada hard beneath his boxers, pressed against his backside. He rolls over onto his back, and with both hands reaches up to Sanada's face, guiding him down for a kiss without hesitation. All of a sudden Sanada has to use his free hand to keep himself propped up away from the bed, and his body follows Yukimura's direction, leaning half over him.

"What do you want?" Yukimura asks as their lips partly slowly and their eyes meet. He runs his hands down Sanada's chest, palms flat and fingers spread wide. When he brushes over Sanada's nipples Sanada's hips buck in response, and he fits a leg between Yukimura's swiftly and moves jerkily against Yukimura's thigh. He leans down to kiss Yukimura again, and it's full of hunger, hot breath and urgent messiness that breaks them apart and brings them back together again often.

Yukimura's hands move steadily downwards, over Sanada's stomach and the toned muscles that ripple beneath his fingers. He is slow but purposeful in his movements, and eventually one hand lingers on Sanada's hip, stroking the sensitive skin as the other slips beneath his waistband and grips with confidence.

Sanada, on the other hand, once he has recovered himself enough to stop thrusting against Yukimura, knows what is coming, and as Yukimura's hand closes around his cock he reaches down with no preamble to do the same in return. Yukimura gasps into a kiss and Sanada smiles against his mouth.

Yukimura doesn't let it put him off for more than a moment, drawing his hand down along Sanada's length and palming the head of his cock teasingly. Sanada reaches down to Yukimura's balls and sends a shudder running through him.

Yukimura jerks Sanada off with long, slow, deliberate pulls that seem to satisfy individually but refuse to work him up enough to get him off. Sanada finds himself half-grinding against Yukimura's thigh again before he can think about it, trying desperately to build up some friction. His hands fumble, touching Yukimura clumsily, and he decides to change tactics.

At least, that's the plan. Sanada leans down to press his mouth to Yukimura's collarbone and feels the hand on him tighten. A strangled sound escapes his throat and his shoulders heave. He just knows Yukimura is smiling above him, because he gets so much enjoyment out of not just throwing Sanada for a loop, but for giving him pleasure just when he thinks he is on the edge of frustration. Yukimura jerks him off until Sanada is unable to do anything but pant in desperation. It takes all of his concentration to keep his hands steady and supporting his weight as Yukimura's free hand feels across his stomach, muscles quivering at his touch. When he comes Yukimura pulls his hand away in a leisurely manner, slowly bringing his hand to his mouth and licking it. Sanada's mind and body are on different pages, but somehow he manages to pounce in response, attacking Yukimura's skin with his mouth as he reaches down again.

He licks his way to Yukimura's nipple, hand below searching for familiar spots that make Yukimura squirm and twist. It almost feels like a need to get away, except for the hand gripping Sanada's shoulder tightly that silently asks him not to stop. Sanada loves the way Yukimura can go from cool and collected and in control of a situation to a beautiful trembling mess in seconds, loves that he is the one who can do it to him.

"Sa-!" Yukimura manages to gasp out before he comes. Sanada moves to press himself against Yukimura's side once again, sliding a leg between Yukimura's and an arm across his chest. Yukimura's breathing begins to slow back down, and once it does a hand finds its way into Sanada's hair and fingers play idly with the strands at the base of his neck.

"Let's not get up yet," Sanada says, resting his head in the crook of Yukimura's neck. "It's too early."

imaginedyou: (HYD ;; plane)
title: Rikkai Movie Night
character(s)/pairing(s): Rikkai ensemble.
genre: gen, crack? XD
wordcount: 644
notes/summary: You would think Yukimura's DVD collection compatible with Rikkai Move Night...
prompt: From Noey: Rikkai; movie.

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imaginedyou: (HYD ;; plane)
title: Taking the Bait
character(s)/pairing(s): Atobe, Tezuka [Atobe/Tezuka if you care to see it XD]
genre: gen, comment fic
wordcount: 502
notes/summary: "When you said fishing, I didn't actually expect for you to spend the whole time... fishing." Originally posted here.
prompt: fic_promptly's OUTSIDE theme. Prompt: "Author's choice, author's choice, fishing."

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title: A Lady and her Butler [2/?]
character(s)/pairing(s): Fujiko, Nezu
genre: het
wordcount: 512
summary: Every lady requires something different from her butler. And every butler has his own reason for serving his lady.
notes: There's no canon (that I can remember) that mentions Fujiko's family so all "facts" are made up by me in order to justify her characterization.
previous: Part One [Izumi, Kiba] |

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jail!fic, Sanada wakes up to the reality of things. Set after everything written so far. 556 words. Prompt: 20 November 2005: Hope not built on blindness.

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title: Warning
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: Yukimura, Tezuka, Fuji. Rikkai.
wordcount: 909 Words.
summary: Yukimura just wants to pass on a 'friendly warning'.
notes: canon-set alternate reality. Inspired by Cyn's Traditions universe but not directly related because the details are completely different.

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