8 Works by forestpath
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Arthur leaned heavily against Kieran and hummed contentedly. His eyes slipped shut of their own accord. Slowly, as though scared he might spook, Kieran’s arm snaked around Arthur’s back, and his hand rested on Arthur’s far hip. Wherever they touched, Arthur’s skin tingled pleasantly, as though it had been waiting for this all his life.
Was this what it had been like, before all his relationships had grown too complicated? Had he ever had something as soft as this? Loving Mary had never been easy, and God rest her soul, he hadn’t stuck around Eliza long enough to feel anything as easy as this.
Because it was easy, somehow, leaning against another man—this particular man—and let himself be soft, just this once. Every now and then.
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Kieran and Arthur spend some downtime bonding in between missions with a slow living, ephemeral vibe. Eventually, this will be canon divergent. Ongoing.
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- Part 2 of May I Stand Unshaken
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This blossoming warmth in his chest did not start with Burdock Root. No, it started with a smile. It was handing it off to the boy, rough and dirty fingers brushing for just a breath. It was the wide-eyed shock, the openness in Kieran’s expressions, uncaring who saw what he felt. It was the uncertain crinkle around his eyes as they turned up toward him, despite that he would stand taller, if he were to stand tall at all.
It was the soft smile blooming across Kieran’s face, warm as the sun and shining just as bright, if crookedly, like the sun winking through shy clouds. It transformed him, turned boy to man, and suddenly that beard and those kind eyes fit his face. Became more charming, the patchwork nature of his facial hair, that one spot on his chin that wouldn’t take to stubble.
Arthur tipped his hat down and turned his back, just in case his face betrayed whatever this was stirring in his traitor’s chest. A warmth that spread to his cheeks.
He would call it butterflies if it weren’t so ridiculous.
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- Part 1 of May I Stand Unshaken
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Sunny begs his mom to let him visit Faraway Town after a year apart from his friends. He finds they need a little more closure—and so does he—as everyone is dealing with the truth differently.
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Ichiro and Samatoki have been dating for months, and all Samatoki wants is one goddamn date. Frustrated that Ichiro keeps putting his brothers first, Samatoki reserves a winter cabin for the Christmas weekend—but Ichiro insists on bringing his little brothers. Forced to cohabitate with the younger Yamadas, Samatoki must figure out how he fits into this established family when all he has left is a found one.
That alone would be a challenge. Afterall, it's hard enough for Samatoki to steal a single moment alone with his boyfriend with his kid brothers around. It only gets harder when they're snowed in.
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A collection of fairytales penned by Gentaro Yumeno. Though perhaps some of these stories shouldn't be read by his friends... The first one is rather tragic.
Or: what if Gentaro wrote more fairytales using the people he knows as characters?
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- English
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- 2,345
- Chapters:
- 1/?
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After a long moment, Ichiro finally let himself fall back into bed, heaving a sigh that morphed into a cough. He took a painfully slow deep breath, then croaked, “I can’t be sick. I need t’ take care o’ my bros.”
“You need t’ stay down, dumbass,” Samatoki growled, his scowl and tone completely at odds with his gentle hands dabbing Ichiro’s forehead with a wet cloth. “Know when you’re beat.”
“But… They gotta…” Ichiro fought to keep his eyes open, struggling to focus on his next words, their conversation. Everything was so fuzzy.
Samatoki took a deep breath and let it out through his teeth. “Look, Nemu ‘n I’ll look after ‘em, okay? Sleep it off. You’ll feel better after a day o’ rest.”
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Even with all that gel spiking Samatoki’s hair, his bangs still fell toward Ichiro, silver locks framing his face. Ichiro’s breath caught in his throat. Those red, glowering eyes were glowing embers, yet they weren’t enough to make Ichiro flinch. For a moment, all he could find himself able to do was stare.
That moment didn’t last long for Samatoki. His left fist twisted in Ichiro’s collar as he wrenched him up off the pavement. His hot breath hit Ichiro’s skin in furious puffs. His breath still smelled like cigarettes: familiar, burnt gray. Their lips were half a breath away.
Ichiro found his eyes drifting down to those lips. Even as Samatoki pulled back his right fist to deliver what might be the last punch of the night—then lights out—Ichiro didn’t flinch. Instead, his right hand fisted the hair at the back of Samatoki’s head, and he closed the gap.
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A Wild Night Out, A Chill Night In by forestpath for Dave (perlenprinz)
Fandoms: ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums)
22 Dec 2020
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Samatoki's duties as yakuza head were done for the day. Not a single skull had been kicked. Not a single fist had been thrown. Every issue he had come across, he had resolved easily. That was great for nurturing relationships with both locals and his subordinates, but it was shit for releasing tension. Samatoki was buzzing with restless energy. The air around him almost simmered as his restlessness rolled off him in waves. He appeared completely calm save for the scowl he directed at the ceiling, burning a hole into it; his agitation broiled under the surface like a rip current on a calm day threatening to pull one out to sea.
Clicking his tongue irritably, Samatoki whipped out his phone and punched in a number by heart. Jyuto was in his contacts, but he preferred to abuse his phone with every number. The minute the line picked up, he said, “Hey. Get out here.”
MTC was going to have to have to fuck some shit up, or Samatoki was going to explode.