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Love is not a bolt of lightning.

He glances fondly over at his friend, buried in a formidable pile of past documents- really, only the top of his crown is visible at this point, Jeramie can almost see the flurry of question marks popping out from that lovely head of his!

Oh, to allow such lengths of affection sneaking into his descriptions, Jeramie is not so foolish to not understand what that means. Love is not a bolt of lightning. Love is cooking a frog, far gone before you can catch on, but it’s such a wonderful thing to drown in, such a precious thing to hold, carefully, hopefully, in the secret crevice of one’s chest. He’s read so many romance novels, seen so many authors attempt to capture it into words, and it would be unfair to discredit all their efforts, but none of their prose could ever hold a candle to this- and how hypocritical of Jeramie to call them inadequate when he too, falls short himself. Love is the inescapable urge to stroke his braids all the way to the back of his wonderfully shaped head. Love is thinking there’s a thing such as a wonderfully shaped head at all.

#kingoh #ficlet

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girajera literally sleeping together

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He’s prohibited from working through the night.

It’s important to let yourself rest! Himeno said so, said Gira, and to make sure that Jeramie won’t just sneak off to work once he’s fallen asleep, he’d taken to the habit of sleeping with his arms circled around Jeramie.

He’s surprisingly persistent about it, too. The first couple of times, Jeramie tried to wriggle his way out, or to unclasp Gira’s arm discreetly, without waking him up; but when he wriggled, the hold only tightened, and when he finally unhooked Gira’s hands from his shoulder, he’d woken up. Gira usually sleeps like the dead, but as if installed with a specialized alarm system, he stirs whenever Jeramie removes his arms, and then his face grows extremely sulky, almost whimpering when he asks, “Jeramie, is paperwork that much better company than me?”

And there’s simply no fighting a face like that.

Besides, he can’t deny that allowing his brain to relax makes his mornings more refreshing, so he decides to make the most of it. Some nights are spent on light reading, some other nights he might scribble in his notebook; some nights he tries to join Gira in his dreams, and some nights he passes time by studying the red streaks in Gira’s hair, the marks on the side of his forehead, the way his eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks.

Gira’s face is painfully honest. Before he can open his mouth, his eyes would have said it all: bright and unflinching. And after they grew intimate, Gira always turns to him with a fondness that’s too grand for words- that makes Jeramie want to climb into the same coffin as his.

He never imagined he’d one day share another man’s bed like this.

Over the two thousand years he’s been alive, Jeramie scarcely kept company, having intimidated most with his mask.

I can’t trust a man who doesn’t show his own face, said someone blurry in his memory, too long ago for him to remember the context.

Jeramie had long stopped thinking about his face. It just wasn’t anything relevant to him, because what use did he have for it anyway? One day he’ll take the mask off, he knew, one day, some distant day in the future, and, and…

Gira is always gentle when he cups his face with a hand, when he kisses his forehead, the corner of his eyes, then finally his mouth. And then he’ll smile and tell Jeramie he’s pretty when he blushes. “When you’re not blushing too, of course!” he would add, “All the time, actually! Especially when you’re looking at me and your eyes go soft. You’re unexpectedly expressive, Jeramie! It’s very cute.”

Isn’t he getting a little too cocky these days? “I’m still your elder,” Jeramie would remind him, and Gira would laugh and kiss him again.

#ficlet #kingoh

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 王様戦隊キングオージャー | Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeramie Brasieri/Gira Husty Characters: Gira Husty, Jeramie Brasieri Additional Tags: I approached this with a comedic intent, this is girajera (Yes the name order matters), is this really the first thing i finished after jeramie's request for us to continue the story?, Yes. Yes it is., this is also my first 5+1 iirc so, you're welcome :D (i bury my face in my hands) Summary:

This is a story about Gira and his dick.

#kingoh #this is the horniest thing i've ever written and i would say this is the horniest it will ever get; but #before writing this i never thought i'd write something this horny #so the moral of the story is you never know

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i kind of want to write chapter one girajera. whatever the fuck was going on in the earlier episodes you get it. like sometime after gira became king but before jeramie did

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“Y’know,” Gira jumps at the voice ringing out behind him, “it’s equally important to take a rest here and there.”

He hasn’t realized his door’s been pushed open at all, but his guest must’ve been standing there for a while, with an unhurriedness that’s scarcely found in Gira’s social circle.

“Jeramie!” he calls out. “How long have you been-”

A comically loud stomach growl interrupts him mid-sentence. He always thought that only happens on TV! Oh, this is embarrassing, but Jeramie only pushes in a little food trailer and tells him, “It’s already half past two. Your maids were getting worried that you weren’t responding to their door knocks!”

“They were?” Dang it. Gira didn’t hear any of it, too engrossed with deciphering the legal jargon on the new merchant route proposal! He’s just got so much on his plate now all of a sudden, and there’s so much catching up to do that Gira sometimes loses track of the time, this being the third occurance of the week, and it’s only Tuesday! “I’m going to have to apologize for that later…” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

“Well, never mind that for now,” Jeramie says, stepping right into his space and helping him sort the scattered loose pages into neat stacks, like it’s the natural thing to do. He serves the plates on the trailer onto Gira’s desk in a playfully large bow. “Bon appétit, your majesty.”

“Ah, thanks,” he says, not sure what else to say.

“You’re most welcome,” Jeramie answers with his usual cryptid smile.

He never quite knows what to think of Jeramie.

Gira hasn’t had that many chances to get to know him yet, so he doesn’t know where to land his judgment. It certainly doesn’t help that Jeramie enjoys shrouding himself in mysteries and riddles. Gira’s tried, he swears he has! But he really, really still doesn’t know how to read the subtext! And the result is that he’s now spent a whole lot of time staring at Jeramie’s face stupidly without coming to any kind of substantial conclusion.

Well, his face is very beautiful, there’s that. And his skin is in very good condition for a two-thousand-year-old. His eyes look unspeakably old sometimes, but when he smiles after a successful prank, when his eyes crinkle, he looks indistinguishable from any teenage schoolboy. 

Does two thousand years do that to a person? Gira can’t begin to imagine going two weeks without washing his face, but it doesn’t seem to bother Jeramie. Most things don’t seem to bother Jeramie.

Jeramie always looks so self-assured about his movements, and he doesn’t seem to shy from any encounter, unshaken even when he was being threatened, or treated with hostility. Maybe it’s because he’s seen far too much, so not much can unfaze him anymore, and now he goes around doing whatever he pleases. But Yanma once said, He’s just a socially-inept old geezer with too much time on his hands.

“Jeramie,” he says, “what did you have for lunch today?”

“Me?” Jeramie’s eyes widen. Gira wonders when was the last time anyone asked him about what he had for lunch. “Thank you kindly for asking, but no need to worry, really,” he says. “I don’t eat in the same way you do.”

Gira has absolutely no idea what he means by that, but… “You eat human food, right? I’ve seen you eat.”

“Yes,” he says. “I eat human food, but-”

“Here,” he scoops up a spoonful of egg and shoves it in Jeramie’s face. “You haven’t eaten anything today, right?”

“Well, now!” Jeramie exclaims. “Pardon, me, then.” He carefully lays his left hand on Gira’s wrist, and leans forward to take a bite. He can hear the sound of Jeramie’s teeth clinking against the silverware.

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it is very amusing to me to have yanma call jeramie an old geezer

#kingoh #ficlet

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His hair is in his face when they kiss.

It tickles a little, but such is but a small price to pay for a kiss from one’s beloved, isn’t it? Having roamed the lands for two thousand years, Jeramie has had a remarkable catalog of experiences under his belt, but this- this in particular- dizzying and exhilarating and so, so overwhelmingly warm- he’s never done anything like this. He’s never tasted a sky of stars on his tongue, and he’s never had someone hold him so sweetly. Gira kisses with the same fervent head-on sincerity that he uses to approach everything. It’s so endearing that his chest starts to ache. Jeramie prides himself in his command of language, but all his words seem to fail him now. How do you describe something like this? Where do you even begin?

“Is the- is-” Gira mumbles near unintelligibly against his mouth, for he keeps cutting himself off mid-sentence. “Is the chair-” He appears to be growing frustrated with the fact that by design, the mouth needs to be freed in order to talk, and Jeramie would tease him about it- pick one, you can’t do both at the same time, dear- but he finds himself sharing the exact same silly sentiments.

What else to do then, other than press in even closer? Jeramie cups Gira’s jaw tenderly, and finds a better angle. There he’d discover even sillier ideas! Ones like, perhaps you could read his thoughts from his lips alone?

“Jeramie-” comes the too-honeyed, entirely unconvincing complaint.

“Yes?” he answers into the corner of Gira’s mouth. Or maybe he says, “Love?” Who can tell for sure, when the sounds struggle to take shape in such painfully private proximity?

“Is the chair- does it bother you?” he finally manages to say. “It’s hard. Are you uncomfortable?”

Jeramie thinks about his current position in Gira’s lap. He probably didn’t mean it as a euphemism, but Jeramie can’t resist the urge to tease.

“My, are you suggesting we take our activities to more, ah, yielding surfaces?” he says, tightening his hold on Gira’s wrist in a certain way. “Such as your royal king-sized bed?”

“Jeramie!” His blush looks lovely against his equally red apparel.

#kingoh #hang on sorry going a little crazy about it for real #ficlet

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 下剋上球児 | Gekokujou Kyuuji Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Inuzuka Shou/Nemuro Chihiro Characters: Inuzuka Shou, Nemuro Chihiro Additional Tags: and the rest of the ensemble cast is here! vaguely!, kiiinda a character study Summary:

Old memories tend to creep up on you at a renuion, ain't that it? To Shou, youth tasted like heat and dirt and sweat and salonpas spray, and swinging the other way.

#i FORGOR to post this!! #uh. so. i watched this for the tkst OBs and then got invested in the dynamic between the first year -> third year pitchers. yeah.

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girajera post third g-rosso stage show (so slight spoilers for that), but still understable without

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“Did I do that too?”

Jeramie manages to hold back a wince when Gira traces his fingers ever so gently over the crack splitting open his exoskeleton, but he suspects it hardly matters, not with Gira’s hunched figure and downturned eyebrows. It’s not his fault, and Jeramie’s told him so. Still, it does little to ease the crushing weight of guilt in his slumped shoulders: the picture of defeat.

He hates to lie to Gira, but Jeramie would swallow his Kumonoslayer before he let his words be twisted into knives to him. You were right to target my right arm, he wants to say. I know you just didn’t want to hurt me.

And just look at the way Gira is cradling his arm: so painfully careful, like regret, like regretting regret.

I know you weren’t attacking Bugnarok. I know you wouldn’t do something like that.

It would be a lie to say it doesn’t hurt. The crack goes deep, past the thick and strong exterior and cutting into tender flesh underneath. It’s dizzying- Jeramie rarely injures his right arm, and so the pain always comes as a nasty surprise. But with two thousand years under his belt, this is hardly anything severe.

It certainly can not be worth Gira’s terrible turmoil.

Jeramie reaches out- with his completely unharmed fragile left hand, and gently sweeps Gira’s bangs out of his eyes. “It will heal in no time!” he says. “So there’s really no reason for you to go around making a face like the sky is falling, you know?”

He ruffles Gira’s hair teasingly. “You’ll worry yourself into early white streaks!”

There’s still specks of disgruntlement clinging to the corner of his eyes, but most of the tension bleeds out from Gira’s frame when he snorts and cups a hand around Jeramie’s cheek. “Like yours?” He tugs at Jeramie’s white strands, making his scalp tingle.

“Indeed!” Jeramie raises his eyebrows. “Except I actually have the age to show for it.”

“There you go playing the age card again,” Gira sighs and flops down petulantly. But when he nuzzles into the side of Jeramie’s arm, the soft and docile evil tyrant in his lap, he is mindful not to agitate any wounds.

“Of course,” Jeramie says as nonchalantly as he can manage, around the lump lodged sweetly in his throat. “I’ve survived mishaps worse than you can even imagine! So don’t you go around dismissing my toils.”

“I’d never think to try,” Gira hums, fingers slotted snugly with Jeramie’s. “But old scars don’t cancel out new ones, do they?”

“Well-” he starts to say, but finds himself at a rare loss of words. He was careless to bring the topic back to his injury, but in Jeramie’s defense, his brain was not in full working order, what with Gira pressed so close. His heart always burns so warmly, the kind that you can never shy away from, not that Jeramie minds being fussed over, but he would really rather it not come at the expense of Gira’s distress. Now, how to defuse the uneasiness?

If downplaying doesn’t work, how about playing it up?

“Ah, you’re right!” Jeramie laments dramatically. “My arm does throb agonizingly! If only I had someone to kiss it better for me!” he jokes, already chortling at the thought of Gira spluttering, red in the face.

But Gira goes forward to press a kiss over Jeramie’s wound, and it kills any and all detached amusement he held in an instant.

Right, Jeramie remembers too late, he’s achingly genuine.

“There,” Gira smiles winningly. “That should-”

He tilts his head in confusion when Jeramie loses all sound. “Jeramie?” he prompts. “What-”

Then, finally catching up with the moment, Gira reddens violently. He quickly lets go of Jeramie’s hand. “I mean- It’s because the younger kids used to ask me to kiss their cuts better! I didn’t mean to-”

“...Don’t you treat me like a child,” Jeramie complains, too much of an afterthought to be sincere. But he supposes he’s still coping better, what with Gira’s gaze darting all around, panicking over where to place his eyes.

“...You did it first!” he finally retorts, something weak and breathtaking, and Jeramie thinks his chest might burst open!

#kingoh #had a friend recap the whole show to me and now i'm unwell about it #so u know. average kingoh experience #ficlet

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 王様戦隊キングオージャー | Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeramie Brasieri & Rita Kaniska Characters: Rita Kaniska, Jeramie Brasieri Additional Tags: no sht this week? i gotchu fam, do you ever think about how they're neighbors? because i do, the legal system in chikyuu sounds like an absolute nightmare shugod bless, (takamina voice) i want to bully jeramie some more Summary:

Rita whacks at his shoulder with the flat of their sword. “You need to rejoin society.” Face smothered in snow, Jeramie’s voice comes out a muffled whimper. “Do I have to?” he says. “Yes,” says Rita.

#kingoh #happy (almost) new year✌️

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kamen Rider W Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sonozaki Saeko/Sudou Yukie Characters: Sudou Yukie, Sonozaki Saeko Additional Tags: incestuous in the way hamlet is incestuous you know in which you hook up with your brother's widow, Hence the title, Mild Smut Summary:

AU where instead of immediately making her revenge attempt, Sudou Yukie chooses to bide her time and play the long game in order to dismantle the Sonozaki family from within.

#kr w #merry christmas???

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 王様戦隊キングオージャー | Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeramie Brasieri & Gira Husty Characters: Jeramie Brasieri, Gira Husty, Dagded Dujardin Additional Tags: also himeno is there briefly!, i approached this one in the spirit of writing a torture fic so keep that in mind, you've heard of a fix-it get now get ready for a fuck-it-up, takes place in ep 27, not so much mind control as it is body control, hurt/comfort but the hurt takes up like 85 percent of it Summary:

In which Dagded takes up a hobby in stringless string puppetry, and Gira is forced to weigh a friend and his people on opposite plates of a tipping scale.

#kingoh #did u.... did u post on iioshi no hi?! yes i did #might be why i put comfort in this fic at all! heh

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 王様戦隊キングオージャー | Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeramie Brasieri/Gira Husty Characters: Gira Husty, Jeramie Brasieri Additional Tags: i'm reading the subtext of the two years time jump Summary:

Jeramie is there, the day Gira gets fitted for his new outfit- the traditional one, tailored for the king of Shugoddam.

#kingoh #listen i have Thoughts about the new fits

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 王様戦隊キングオージャー | Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeramie Brasieri/Gira Husty Characters: Gira Husty, Jeramie Brasieri Additional Tags: kind of ep 29 compliant, but this is not a fix-it, despite the summary this is actually mostly marvel over jeramie's bug arm time, for it is self-indulgent hours every hour babey!, lowkey still angsty though Summary:

You needn't lift a finger. A hand, or a lack therof, can come in many difference shapes.

or

Gira and Jeramie explore each others' bodies.

#kingoh #okay i made the joke time to lie down and rest forever now

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 王様戦隊キングオージャー | Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeramie Brasieri/Gira Husty Characters: Yanma Gast Additional Tags: actually all of the kingohs are there, I just don't think it's fair to tag them all for saying like two lines, rated for yanma's slight cussing Summary:

Personally, Yanma thinks there are many ways to go about the seating. It's not really about the seating, is it? You go to jail for two years and the next thing you know your coworkers have hooked up.

#kingoh #yeah they got to me

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Kamen Rider Saber, 機界戦隊ゼンカイジャー | Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zocks Goldtsuiker/Kamiyama Touma Characters: Kamiyama Touma, Zocks Goldtsuiker, Riku (Kamen Rider Saber) Additional Tags: set some time pre trio of deep sin, still makes sense without watching trio of deep sin, and i know this because the recipient did not watch trio of deep sin Summary:

You know, when you flirt with a dad in front of his infan- well, Riku's not an infant, but still a child son. When you are a new single parent and the world pirate you met some years ago drops back into your bookstore and your life.

Written in two parts.

#kr saber #zenkai #i don't even have anything else to add just the very existence of this fic is blatantly telling #uh. watch mashiko's new bl drama

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kamen Rider Blade Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hirose Shiori & Shirai Kotarou, Hirose Shiori & Kenzaki Kazuma & Shirai Kotarou Characters: Shirai Kotarou, Hirose Shiori, Kenzaki Kazuma Additional Tags: Spoilers, i am Coping by writing kotarou sad boy hours, Post-Finale Summary:

As Kotarou works on his Kamen Rider documentary, it feels more and more like he’s writing a memorial.

#kr blade #YES i finally finished watching after literal months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔入りました! 入間くん | Mairimashita! Iruma-kun | Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Asmodeus Alice/Suzuki Iruma Characters: Asmodeus Alice, Suzuki Iruma Additional Tags: mafia au from sensei's twitter!, in sensei's words: view them as different characters!, questionable acts but also by far not the most questionable thing i could've written in this setting Summary:

Maybe it says something about Asmodeus- the fact that he finds fire, ultimately, to be a haven.

#m!ik #okay enough enough i'm retiring for realsies!!! #never again!!!!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔入りました! 入間くん | Mairimashita! Iruma-kun | Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Asmodeus Alice & Azazel Ameri, Azazel Ameri & Suzuki Iruma Characters: Azazel Ameri, Asmodeus Alice, Suzuki Iruma Additional Tags: Demon King Ameri, how the fuck is that not a tag i'm so sad, and Iruma is a teacher, i guess many things can be interpreted as shippy if you squint, canon is a wet wet slap of playdough and i am an overexcited five yo, in case it wasn't obvious this is a future au Summary:

Demon King Azazel Ameri pays a visit to her old school, and reunites with some old faces she misses.

truly funny how i somehow write gay fanfiction all year round yet it is pride month and i keep writing gen

#m!ik #lowkey sad that my mik fic count has is about to overtake my kr w (public) fic count! :( #normal route: work harder in detective #evil route: kill a demon guy