#and the third is when she finally fucking fully snaps at mahiru and fully closes herself off from the rest of her classmates

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Whyyyy must I have to actually write stuff for people to be able to read it

#rat rambles #I wanna talk about specific scenes from my dr3 rewrite with people so bad but no one will know what Im talking about #I have been thinking so so hard abt it but I dont know how to summarise it good #there arent like. a lot of big events. #it mostly is just us watching human chiaki's life slowly fall apart #but she does have a few snapping points #the first big one is when she tries to vent abt junko to ibuki and they defend her #the second is after she gets shoved off a building and no one believes that it wasnt an accident #and the third is when she finally fucking fully snaps at mahiru and fully closes herself off from the rest of her classmates #and also Im just thinking so hard about how her opinions on everyone shifts as time goes on #specifically nagito #because theirs a poimt late on where she starts to realise that her anger towards him is just... so empty now #it used to be so full and firey but now its just like the rest of her anger #its just... the moment she realises she genuinely has no one anymore #even the people who havent actively wronged her just feel so distant now #the only person who comes close to being a person she trust is chihiro and even then shes just tolerable not trustworthy #idk if this makes much sense but uh... yeah #chiakiposting

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Normally I’d just post the link in the answer to an ask, but this person requested multiple fics.

Title: Miss Brightside

Prompt: Body Swap AU

Rating: Teens & Up

Ship/Pairing: Ibuki Mioda / Mikan Tsumiki

POV: Third person limited (alternating)

Genre(s): Fluff, humor, romance

Content Warning(s): Empty hospitals, substance abuse as a coping mechanism, hints of past abuse and childhood trauma

Ibuki wakes up to lungs filled with the stench of disinfectant and rubbing alcohol. Yawning, she stretches her arms behind her head and opens her eyes just a crack to squint at her unusual surroundings. There’s drool pooling on the cover of a neatly organized, Usami-themed planner, and the steady, harmonic hum of air conditioning and the fluorescent lights that flicker above her fills up every gap of sound in the room. It’s almost enough to make her pass out again, but fortunately her unparalleled hearing ability hasn’t fully kicked in.

Nose crinkling at the sharp tang of iron that’s gradually climbing up the back of her throat, it finally clicks: she’s not in her room. This isn’t too much of a surprise--after learning she’s been above the legal drinking age for years without knowing it, Ibuki’s taken to getting drunk off her ass every weekend; she should be used to waking up in unfamiliar places by now. Last week--or was it earlier this week? The passage of time doesn’t really matter much when you have nowhere else to be--Mahiru clobbered her over the head with a rolled-up newspaper after she’d fallen asleep badly sunburnt and tangled up in the slats of a pool chair.

While Ibuki Mioda is no substitute for an Ultimate Detective, it doesn’t take her long to use the process of elimination to figure out where she is. There’s only one place on Jabberwock Island that reeks of medicine and blood--the abandoned hospital.

Her head snaps up and she jolts out of the chair she’s sitting in, unceremoniously banging her head on the low-hanging cabinets above the desk. Muttering several creative curses, she rubs at the tender spot on her forehead, already feeling a bruise begin to form. One quick glance down at her feet tells her two things: firstly, she’s wearing someone else’s pajamas, and secondly, the black nail polish it took half an hour to apply has been wiped clean off her fingers. Not the best place to fall asleep, or the best clothes to borrow, she acknowledges, making note of the sizable holes in both socks.

Guess everywhere else was too crowded and I wasn’t feeling picky, Ibuki muses, absently rubbing the dust out of her eyes. The hospital is the last place she’d ever want to visit, all the torn cobwebs and empty chairs give her the creeps--NOT an ideal ambiance for the Ultimate Musician to take the stage. She doesn’t understand why anyone would want to come here, let alone check in and stay, and she definitely doesn’t get how Mikan spends most of her time holed up in a building that shudders at the slightest breeze, the fresh coat of paint on its walls already starting to peel.

Nobody else really comes here. Except for Nagito, the weirdo. He sometimes waves in passing on the way back, clutching a bottle of over-the-counter pain medication in his metal hand. Some of that stuff would be pretty damn useful right about now, but Ibuki decides looking for it isn’t worth the trouble.

Popping open a first aid kit from one of the nearby cabinets, she pokes through a wad of bandages and several tubes of ointment, neither of which are particularly helpful for treating bruises or aches, looking for something better to no avail. Fortunately, she spies a mini fridge tucked underneath an emergency use medicine cabinet on the far side of the room.

Jackpot.

Inside, there’s an assortment of blood bags and syringes that make Ibuki shudder. She already figured that the Ultimate Nurse probably doesn’t have the munchies often since she’s never seen her let loose and get hammered, but it’s still an unpleasant sight.

At least there’s an ice pack shaped like a goldfish in her freezer, if nothing else.

Grumbling to herself about how she should’ve accepted Akane’s “girl’s only night” sleepover invitation instead of ditching the Ultimate Gymnast and holing up in Rocketpunch Plaza (where she proceeded to drink until she was absolutely smashed), Ibuki headed down the hall towards the bathroom. It takes a minute for the lightbulb hanging from the tiled ceiling to flicker to life, and Ibuki taps her foot impatiently to give herself something other than darkness to focus on. The electricity coughs to life, filling the room with a dim spark of light. It’s not much, but it’s just enough to make Ibuki freeze on the spot when she casts her gaze to the mirror.

What little light can be found casts dark, foreboding shadows in the shape of grotesque fingers on the Ultimate Nurse’s pale face, making her nearly unrecognizable. Ibuki’s caught off guard by her unexpected presence, how on earth did she sneak up on her so quickly? She didn’t even hear the soft sound of her footsteps approaching from down the hall.

Ibuki lets out a startled laugh, equal parts struggling to recover her composure and grateful that it’s her classmate instead of a ravenous monster. Whipping around to face her shy acquaintance, she forces herself to draw in a shaky breath before speaking.

“Jesus fuck Tsumiki, don’t sneak up on people like that! You scared the shit out of… me…” Her voice sounds shrill and sharp with fear, almost a full two octaves higher than her speaking register. It’s easy to dismiss as nerves, but dread begins to grow in the pit of her stomach once she realizes something especially odd--no one else is in the room with her.

“Tsumiki? Komaeda…? Hey, this isn’t funny, you guys! Totally uncool!”

She peers out into the hallway, half-expecting to see one of her classmates sprinting away, but the only sound is the quiet echo of water dripping from a broken pipe near the entrance. Normally it takes a lot to make her feel anxious, much less genuinely fear for her safety. And she’s not quite there yet, but something is definitely off.

“I’m never drinking again,” she groans, rubbing her at temples. Okay, that’s definitely a lie. Maybe she can at least start by not getting blackout drunk every Friday night like fucking clockwork.

Grabbing the least grimy-looking towel from the rack next to the sink, Ibuki goes about making herself a cold compress. It requires some extra elbow grease to turn on the water, but eventually the squeaky faucet groans to life. Setting the ice pack aside, she leans forward until she’s up close and personal with the mirror, trying to assess the damage.

But instead of her own familiar face, she finds herself less than an inch away from Mikan’s.

Jumping back with a yelp, Ibuki throws up her hands as a show of apology and backs out of the shy nurse’s personal space… only to watch Mikan mimic her body language perfectly.

“Wha-- are-- how did you get stuck in the mirror?!”

Mikan’s lips move in sync with her own, the sound of her voice coming from Ibuki’s mouth instead of her reflection.

“No, wait, that’s not it--hang on a second.”

Gazing down at her--Mikan’s--ugh, whatever--body, she looks a lot paler and skinnier than she remembers. Squeezing a bicep with one hand, Ibuki’s distraught to find that all the muscle she built up from carrying her guitar everywhere is gone, replaced by bone-thin limbs with little strength in them. Bringing a hand to her face, she pokes and prods at the cheeks, nose, and lips she’s only ever seen from the outside before now. While Mikan is painfully skinny and definitely needs a more suitable meal plan, Ibuki can’t deny that her skin is so smooth and baby soft that it’s pleasant to the touch.

“Oh my god,” she whispers to herself, running her free hand through her fringed purple hair, “I’m in Mikan’s body.” A beat passes before she blurts out, “IS SHE IN MINE?!?!”

It’s a good thing she’s not as anxious as the Ultimate Nurse, otherwise she would probably be freaking out way worse right now.

Wait. Oh shit, doesn’t that mean--

Sprinting out the door and down the path, Ibuki makes a beeline for her cabin with one thought on her mind: find Mikan before things get even more out of control.

#tsumioda #ibuki mioda x mikan tsumiki #dr2: goodbye despair #danganronpa fandom #danganronpa fanfiction #requests #my writing #my fics #technically not a drabble but oh well #ibuki mioda #mikan tsumiki #danganronpa #body swap au

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Revue Starlight Supernatural AU: Blood Donors (part 2)

Tendo Maya was terrified. Life had been so good lately that she just knew the other shoe was about to drop. And it was going to be all her fault. For there was something dangling like the sword of Damocles over the most precious thing in Maya’s life.

Her beautiful, defiant Claudine had finally blessed her by letting Maya love her. These last few months with her partner fully and willingly by her side have been blissful, more than Maya could have ever hoped for and yet…

She wanted more.

That was the awful, selfish truth. She was such a wretched creature that she couldn’t just enjoy the moments Claudine was wrapped up in her arms without wanting to consume her completely.

She wanted to taste the sweet lifeblood running though those veins. Claudine was so full of fire, it shone in her eyes whenever she challenged Maya, whenever she stood up to try again and again, even if she knew she was going to lose. Maya would bet everything she owned that Claudine’s blood was as powerful as the blonde’s resolve to reach the top. Maya wanted it so badly.

But there was no way she was worthy of such a precious gift.

There was no way Claudine would share her lifeforce with Maya, especially if she realized how selfish her girlfriend really was. If she knew the depths of Maya’s hunger for her, the wolf would run away as fast as she could. Because Maya longed for a lot of things. Not only for Kuro’s blood, but for the chance of taking care of her while she recovered from the blood loss. For having the especial kind of bond that formed between vampire and donor. For being able to tell the world (and every other vampire) that this wonderful creature was hers and she was going to protect and cherish her til her dying breath.

But it will all remain as a secret wish, because Maya was terrified of Claudine’s possible rejection. She was too much of a coward to ask for something so sacred.

At least, it will remain secret for a while. Maya knew it was going to come out sooner or later and then this perfect little bubble she’s been living in with her beloved would implode in her face.

So when an absolutely livid Kaoruko clad only in a bathrobe stormed into Maya’s room, the brunette felt her stomach sinking. She already knew where this was going.

“Tendou-han, I will have a few words with you. There are a lot of things I want to say, but the first is: what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Maya tried to play dumb. There was a small chance this was about something else after all.

Wrong. It was exactly what she thought it was about. Time to change tactics. She told Kaoruko it was none of her bussiness, giving her a serious look. Her fellow vampire did respect her after all, maybe even saw her as a bit of a mentor. Hopefully that would be enough to get her to back off.

“Oh yeah? Then why did I have to teach Kuro-han about sharing blood? And why is my fiancée holding her while she cries right now?”

If Maya thought her stomach was sinking earlier, it was now somewhere in the underworld. Making Claudine cry in pain was the last thing she wanted.

She could feel her neutral mask cracking as the guilt hit her. Claudine was the one person who really got to her enough to make her lose her cool when there where witnesses around. Kaoruko saw her weakness and pounced, relentlessly pushing until the ugly truth fell from Maya’s lips.

Soon, all her insecurities came rushing out. Kaoruko’s anger started fading the more she heard Maya talk. By the time Maya’s voice was scratchy from overuse and tears where running down her cheeks, Kaoruko was holding her and caressing her hair.

“You dummy, Kuro-han feels she is the one who’s not good enough for you. There’s nothing to be afraid of”

Kaoruko went on to explain what had happened in the bathroom in detail, and tried to convince Maya just to talk about it with Claudine. Maya’s resolve to keep her feelings hidden started to crumble. Maybe she should talk to her wolf, the damage was already done anyways.

By the time Kaoruko was satisfied enough with her efforts to make Maya stop being an idiot (her words), it was already late enough for everyone else to be in bed.

Maya reluctantly made her way to Kuro’s room. She didn’t know what to expect.

She certainly didn’t expect the door to be locked.

Claudine never locked her door. Ever since Maya started her nightly visits, she could just walk into the blonde’s room.

She fled back to her room. She was not ashamed to admit she cried herself to sleep. It seems she has her answer, and it was exactly what she thought it would be.

The next two days were excruciating, for everyone. All the girls could tell something was wrong, and they were walking on eggshells around the pair. Kaoruko and Futaba tried to help, but they couldn’t hope to match their stubbornness.

The worst part, in Maya’s opinion, was the way Claudine seemed so… subdued. All the fight seemed to have gone out of her. She could barely meet Maya’s eyes, even when they were practicing. Needless to say, rehearsals had been hell.

It happened during the third day.

Someone from class B screwed up and a fairly heavy prop went flying at Maya’s head. She was too busy staring wistfully at her girlfriend (was she still her girlfriend?) to actually use her superior reflexes to dodge like any sensible person would.

Next thing she knows, she’s on the ground with Claudine kneeling next to her. The blonde was talking a mile a minute, looking terrified. Maya wished she could understand her, but her ears are ringing and she could feel a warm, sticky fluid running down her temple.

Finally, the ringing went down enough for her to hear all the girls talking over each other. Some asking if she was alright, others about taking her to the nurse, some even thinking of calling an ambulance. Someone (most likely another vampire) said that she should drink blood immediately to help her body deal with the damage. Everyone agreed it was a good idea, but there was a tiny problem. Namely, no one had any blood bags at hand.

“Take mine”

Maya must be hallucinating, there was no way she heard those words come out of Claudine’s lips. Then the girl threw her thick hair over one shoulder, exposing the other to the brunette’s gaze. Kuro slowly moved closer, determination shining in her eyes. Right until Maya sat up and took her arm in a vice grip to halt her in her tracks.

“No”

Kuro visibly took it the wrong way. She scowled, and practically growled the next words.

“Don’t be stupid, you need it!”

“I said no”

Despite her best efforts to stay angry, Kuro felt herself tearing up. Was Maya really so repulsed by her that she would refuse her even in a emergency?

“Listen, I… I know you don’t… You don’t want me like that. I know I’m not good enough to be your donor… But please, just this once, just take it”

Kuro closed her eyes, trying not to cry in front of everyone, only to snap then back open when she felt a hand lovingly cupping her face. What she saw left her breathless: Her vampire, with the softest look in her eyes, not even attempting to hide the fondness that was clear in her eyes and her voice as she spoke and absolutely destroyed her.

“My Claudine… You are so precious to me, and you deserve so much better than this” Maya brought her forehead against Kuro’s, staring deeply into widening crimson eyes, willing the blonde to feel her sincerity. Her voice took on that low, smooth tone that her girlfriend not-so-secretly loved as she murmured the next words against Claudine’s lips, “When I take your blood for the first time, it will be on a soft bed, surrounded by candlelight as I hold you in my arms all night long, with only the moon as our witness.”

Several people gasped, but Maya was too focused on Claudine (and probably concussed) to care. Claudine’s face was going through every shade of red as she sputtered and babbled in French, completely flustered, and it was too adorable to miss.

Sadly, the head wound caught up to her. Her vision was going black around the edges, so she closed her eyes and rested her head against Kuro’s shoulder. Maybe if she took a short nap…

After being discharged from the hospital, Maya spent the night In Kuro’s room, cuddling and finally talking about their feelings. Claudine seemed more flustered than usual since Maya regained consciousness, but the vampire dismissed it. Her girlfriend had never been the best at handling feelings.

What Maya didn’t know and Claudine refused to tell her is that, in werewolf culture, making romantic declarations or gestures and proclaiming the moon as a witness was basically proposing. To make matters worse, many wolves from both classes had been present for it, so now the entire school was on fire with gossip about the two top students. And the absolute worst: Kaoruko was fully aware of the meaning of Maya’s words, and Kuro could feel her smirking even when that cursed vampire wasn’t in the room.

What neither of them knew was that Nana was already planning their future mating ceremony. She was secretly conspiring with Kuro’s mother as well. Banana and Mrs. Saijo knew that both Kuro and Maya were career-oriented people, so they probably wouldn’t be mated until they were in their late twenties, but it never hurt to be prepared.

A week later, everyone stared as a dopey Maya stuck to Kuro like glue, playing the part of the perfect gentleman and spoiling her girlfriend in any way she could. Even the teachers surrendered to their fate and let her stay by Kuro’s side all day long, even in class. The poor blonde wolf spent the day blushing to the roots of her hair under everyone’s knowing glances.

When they arrived home, Kuro cursed the fact that Futaba’s bike let Kaoruko arrive first, as the little menace had put up banners proclaiming ‘Congrats on getting your fangs wet!’ all over the common room.

Junna and Claudine screamed.

Karen asked what that meant.

Mahiru choked.

Futaba and Hikari looked resigned.

Maya kept grinning dazedly.

And Banana took pictures.

It was wild.

~~~♡~~~

Author Notes: Curly strikes again, and is yet again sleep deprived so this is probably full of mistakes but I’m too tired to keep spellchecking, just take this offering as it is.

I almost split this in two, but I thought the cliffhanger of Maya finding out Kuro locked her door was too cruel, so it ended up being long af (hell, if you think this is ranting, you aren’t prepared for the Nanoha AU. That’s shaping up to be a whole testament. It’s coming. Maybe I’ll drop some tiny bits first).

I tried to make the declaration as over-the-top and dramatic as possible, because Kuromaya are just that Extra and gay. I wanted to title it ‘Blood donors and accidental marriage proposals’ but that would have given the surprise away.

Now we have a bit more of werewolf culture yay!

I appreciate feedback, opinions, other hc, etc. Everything gives me more ideas.

I’m about to die, see ya gays later.

#ok holy fuck #this is the greatest #maya and claudine being so fucking dysfunctional #thats a mood #but also maya saying all that shit #while claudine's fucking pack mates are standing right there #I'm laughing so fucking hard #she'll never live that down #futaba is gonna wrestle her later and tease her #fucking wild #and maya being all blood drunk #also fucking wild #and congrats on getting your fangs wet fucking slayed me #anyways this is perfect #thank you for these gifts as always #shoujo kageki revue starlight #long post #submission #supernatural au