EternalDarkEyes
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"He slipped his hand into his coat pocket and drew out a square of folded paper. With unsteady fingers, he relaxed its creases and held it open in the dwindling light.
The words hung heavy in his hands. His mouth was dry. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight forward. There was a time when he might have foregone talking and settled for silence. But they had learned that sometimes things had to be said for them to be heard. He would have to try."
A written and illustrated gift created for the Tachibana Makoto Birthday Exchange 2020.
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A macaron is more than a fancy sandwich cookie. The process of making a perfect macaron requires diligence, precision, a gentle hand, and, above all, patience. Amateur bakers across the globe attempt to meet the demands of a macaron. Most end with browned tops, crumbling bottoms, or uneven feet. Mastering the perfect macaron can truly distinguish a baker from his peers. It is an achievement Haruka met at merely nine years old. However, twenty-five year old Haruka was not hired for his perfect macaron. He was hired because he is a witch.
Written as a gift for the Tachibana Makoto Birthday Exchange 2019
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"The water was calling him. He ran along its banks, legs immediately taking the familiar paths that were well worn by his and Makoto’s years of play. He sprinted until he came to the great expanse of river that may have stolen his friend.
'Did you take him!?' he asked, voice heaving as he fought to catch his breath. 'Did you take Makoto?'
The gentle splash of the ebbing surf was his only answer. Haruka stepped forward, the water grasping at this toes. He tried again.
'Did you take Makoto!?'
The water did not reply.
Haruka pressed forward, wading in until the water lapped about his waist. He prepared to try again, inhaling deeply to offer the greatest cry he could muster. But before he could utter another word, the current swept him off his feet and he found himself taking in water."
-A MakoHaru Free! fanfic based loosely on Hans Christian Andersen's "The Snow Queen" -
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"Last night, Makoto’s parents had given him the 'talk'. It was something he had heard whispered about at school for years, but his own experience had not been nearly as embarrassing as he thought it would be. What was so embarrassing about soulmates? Now he finally knew how to identify who his soulmate was. His father had detailed step by step how he had found his soulmate. And his mother confirmed each statement with that special twinkle in her eye.
As Makoto lay in bed afterward, their words engulfed his mind. All those feelings. All that trust. All that inevitability. He felt it all for Haruka."
An illustrated gift and story for Kuonji as part of the 2018 MakotoBDayExchange
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“Haruka, can I ask you to be a good friend to him? I am sure it must be very scary to go to a new school and not know anyone. It would be a very kind thing to look out for him.”
“No. Thats too much work,” he said dismissively as he gave his picture a once over before deeming it complete.
She smiled as she continued her work, and he watched her hands carefully tuck loop after loop.
“If it is so hard, why is it that we both are working on gifts for him?”
“I--! I’m not---!” Haruka’s face burned red as a rush of embarrassment and agitation twisted his expression. His Grandmother laid down her work and gently took his face in her hands. She pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Mmm, its okay Haruka. Its much easier to protect the castle with two people rather than just one.”
Haruka turned his face away from her view. “I don’t need anyone but you, Baa-baa."