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jaquik · 7 months

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Hi, I'm writing some Ranma 1/2 fanfiction

I suppose I might as well put this here too.

Hello, my name is Jaqui. I'm a transwoman and I'm a fan of Ranma 1/2 (I suppose that's redundant). I first read fanfiction for Ranma in the early 2000s while I was still firmly an egg. Then, in May 2020, a couple of years after I came out, I got back into it thanks to AO3. I devoured as many fics as I could and started to meet people on twitter and discord that were also into Ranma. Eventually, in early 2021, I finally decided to take a shot at writing my own fics. Now I find myself currently at 10 stories and counting. If you are interested, you can find my fics on AO3.

I also have commissioned several pieces of artwork for my fics, done by the fantastic writer and artist Fern Bedek, some of which are included below. You can find more of her work and commission her for you own stuff at https://beedokart.tumblr.com/

Finding Oneself (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29627430)

Akane is feeling down after the failed wedding, so Ranma (who is currently figuring things out about herself) offers to take her on a girls day out.

My very first fic, a post-canon story inspired by the common yuri staple of the two girls spending the day together on a definitely not date. While trying to figure out how to set up Ranma making the suggestion in the first place, I ended up breaking her egg wide open in the first chapter. Not much of a slow burn there. I still think I did well with the story and am glad my first attempt at writing my own thing was positively received.

Mothers and Daughters (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3412471)

What if Nodoka had some additional information before her first visit to the Tendo household? And what other secrets may she be hiding?

My first attempt at an AU. Basically, I wanted to try my own alternate take at Nodoka's first meeting where she realizes who Ranma is right away and is also completely accepting of her child. While working out the details for why she knew, I came up with a twist that seemed to throw everyone by surprise and let me take some interesting directions with Nodoka's past.

Genderfluid Mechanics (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3285123)

Taking things from the top with an extra twist: What if the youngest Tendo had a little something extra in common with Ranma.

Another AU, this time with Ranma and Akane's first meeting. I decided to explore what it would be like if both of them were actually genderfluid. Also my first time writing a story purely from one person's point of view.

A Butterfly's Wing (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38048443)

Ranma is given a chance to change one event from his past, and now is left wondering what the change actually was. As well as what surprise is in store for her next.

This time, I went a little further with the AU concept by having the character know they are in an alternate universe. This is my own stab at the 'character makes a wish and now things are different' subgenre. This has given me a chance to explore a bit of mystery writing, seeing what hints to give to guide readers as to what actually happened in this alternate universe.

An Honorable Lie (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42611670)

Shortly after her first meeting at the Tendo house, Nodoka has a realization about the girl named Ranko. Now she is ready to reunite with her child …as soon as she can figure out how to honorably deal with the contract hanging over both their heads.

Artwork done by the amazing Mariana Nicoleli

Another retake on Nodoka's first meeting. This time, she realizes who Ranko is a little later after already revealing the whole contract thing. While she's accepting of her trans daughter (as far as she knows), she feels she cannot reveal it out of fear that she would have to enforce that contract. This one is from Nodoka's POV and it's been fun trying to gauge her thought processes.

Musabetsu Kakutō Ryū Tenka'ichi Budōkai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43678938)

Roshi ends up with a new student along with Goku and Kuririn. How will this strange gender switching martial artist affect things at the upcoming tournament?

First stab at a crossover, this one with Dragonball. A difficult thing with mixing these franchises is how to deal with power gaps. My solution was to go back to the beginning, as in the 21st tournament. At this point Goku, while very strong, was still quite beatable by regular humans. This also gave me the chance to play around some more with gender (Anyone order an agender Goku? Cause you're getting one).

Secrets and Truths (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43993947)

Akane has a secret meeting with a certain rival. Where they can openly discuss things that they cannot divulge to anyone else.

A chance to play around with Kodachi a bit, along with having her interact with Akane. I couldn't help but notice they shared a blind spot around not noticing someone's curse, albeit a different person each, so I decided to make a little twist on it.

Cute As A Pig (https://archiveofourown.org/works/45134467)

Akane makes a comment that Ranma does not take well. Will a certain sumo pig raising farm girl be able to clear everything up?

Inspired by this lovely art piece (https://www.tumblr.com/ylvasart/708079407910223872), I decided to explore what would happen if Akane and Akari were girlfriends before Ranma showed up, and what would happen to Ranma because of this. Being me, it naturally ended up very trans and lesbian.

The Wild Wind And The Scarlet Sea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48352432)

What exactly did happen in the pasts of Haruka and Michiru? And how are those pasts connected to a certain pigtailed martial artist and their tomboy fiancée? A lot more than you might think it turns out.

Another crossover and my first attempt at a fuku fic. For this one, I set about making Ranma as Sailor Uranus, something I haven't really seen done before, which is very odd to me. Uranus is described as being both a man and a woman and Ranma and Uranus both utilize wind based attacks. So, this is my stab at writing it.

Dear Diary (https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489872)

A secret, hidden away diary, containing a single entry, written by a girl who no longer exists.

Based on the probably most well-known anime episode Am I Pretty, this was a chance for me to play around with formatting by trying to match the style of a teenage girl writing things down in a physical diary to a digital page.

So, if any of these stories have managed to pique your interest, please check them out and I hope you enjoy them.

#ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfiction #ranma x akane #trans fanfic #fanfiction

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palabraasinnecesarias · 8 months

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ranma/akane

this one is about a drunk ranma lmao but i've also had this one dusting so here i am letting it see the light of day (just simple moments between the two)

She knew it wouldn’t be a good idea for Ranma to go drinking with Mr. Saotome and her father – especially when Grandfather Happosai was a part of the tag-along package deal – but there wasn’t much she could insist when it came to proving just how much of a “man” he could be by outdrinking all his elders. Her reckless fiancé was a stubborn mind, and although he usually managed to pull through, that night it was proven that some battles he was just meant to lose.

All the women of the Tendo household drowsily dragged their feet down the flight of stairs to unwillingly welcome the men back home, noting it was well past midnight, and all but one appearing as though they were to be sick. Grandfather Happosai had been the man to survive whatever drinking-game that had come about, and easily waltz in full glory as a prideful grin stamped his cheek, continuously making a mockery of the situation.

Akane felt her pulsing temples, slightly upset at the whole ordeal pitifully displaying two grown men with the newly high school graduate clearly drunk.

The young teen watched as her oldest sister gasped in disbelief when seeing her father in such an unwell state, just before she and Nabiki latched onto him and took him to bed. Auntie Saotome giggled lightly, breathing what seemed to express a breath of relief as she reached for her husband and glancing over at Akane, “Oh, men.” Without another word she made her way up the stairs, Mr. Saotome’s arm hooked behind her neck for support, willingly following every step she took.

In a matter of minutes, Akane found herself alone with what seemed to be boastful Ranma Saotome grinning towards her, his body trying to keep itself composed, and very obviously failing. His body slightly wobbled left and right, and his cheeks blushed variations of red up and down his neck, a clear indication that he was heated up due to the alcohol.

What he was smiling about, she didn’t know, but couldn't deny that she was curious.

She crossed her arms across her chest, prodding an eyebrow upwards in such an expected way, he found himself chuckling dryly.

“You’re such a dork,” she found herself thinking out loud, a smirk of her own tugging the corner of her mouth, just before she came to the realization that she was left to mend after him.

“I beat them,” he grinned, his bragging tone high and mighty. Was he so drunk he didn’t think he was intoxicated at all?

“Oh, yeah? Walk to me,” Akane demanded as she stood no more than four feet away from him. The challenge gleamed across her eyes, and who was he to turn down such an opportunity to prove her wrong.

Without missing a beat, Ranma lifted his foot with the simple intention of walking but just a couple of steps towards her when the young martial artist went tumbling down.

The loud thud only made her want to laugh at him, but instead, the dark-haired girl reached down and did her best to take him into the family room. He was still conscious, which helped settle him on the floor, using some cushions to prompt his head up.

“Seriously,” Akane groaned as she fluffed the round cushion, “you just had to go along with their antics.”

“I needed to prove myself!”

She simply rolled her eyes, because when it came to Ranma, everything was a challenge. “You certainly did not,” she sighed, amused at every outrageous (and sometimes grotesque) situations he always seemed to place himself in. Although, this one was definitely one of the more normal ones.

“Why is it so hot?” His words slurred, but she managed to understand him well. He scrunched his eyes together, the palm of his hand suddenly slapping his cheek before dragging itself up to push the oversized fringe of bangs draping over his view. He didn’t seem to be in pain, rather the very opposite comportment to just moments ago.

She reached her own hand to feel his cheek, and then his forehead, feeling his sweat against her skin. “Just how much did you and dad drink?” She asked no one in particular.

She pushed herself up and walked into the kitchen to find Nabiki getting a glass of water. “How’s dad?”

“Father started puking,” Nabiki responded very nonchalantly, rolling her eyes at the way Akane’s eyes widen before she explained further, “he just had too much to drink, dummy. Nothing to worry about. Although, technically, he could have choked on his own vomit were we not there to help him settle into bed.” Kasumi had done the best she could to clean their father and his bed, and Nabiki was just getting him some water. He was in great hands, but she couldn't not be worried. “Just keep an eye on that fiancé of yours. I don’t know how much he drank compared to daddy.”

Akane winced at the way the word fiancé smoothly slid through Nabiki’s teeth; she pushed past it to find what her sister was saying to be true. She didn’t want Ranma to sleep on a puddle of his own throw up, and definitely didn’t want to risk him choking on it.

She returned with a small kitchen towel that she had run under the cool water, and a glass of water, just in case he needed it. She quickly pressed the fresh cloth against his skin and gently dragged it up to press and rest on his forehead, a thin smile spreading as his body flinched at the unexpected gesture.

Akane found herself comfortable as she watched him drift off into a slumber, wondering whether she was going to try and carry him up the stairs or wake him. He was breathing deeply, she noted, as his wide chest rose steadily up and down. He seemed so serene, finding him quite cute when he wasn’t talking out his ass. She scoffed a light laughter, her hand twitching at wanting to bonk his head silly.

Her hand reached over to push chunks of his fringe away from his face, noting he needed a trim as the tips seem to be reaching the bridge of nose.

"You’re so dumb,” she found herself muttering, shaking her head in disbelief, although not completely surprised to be the one tending after him.

“God, ‘Kane,” he grunted lowly, quickly and easily startling her as she believed him to be unconscious, “can’t you ever be nice to me.”

She scoffed, nervously pushing strands of her own hair behind her ear frantically hoping she wasn’t caught watching him sleep in the way she was admiring him. “I’ll gladly start when you start,” she found herself challenging the drunk teen, not really thinking anything would come out of the interaction, but desperately wanting to rile him into some sort of distraction.

“I’m always nice to you!”

She scoffed again, aware that he truly did believe he was nice to her; there were times he might have unintentionally expressed generous comments about her, but they were never to be nice, they were simply happy accidents on her account.

“Like when?”

She was looking down at him, still lying on the floor with the damp towel on the upper half of his face hoping it covered his sight completely. She could see him thinking, trying to muster something – anything – up just to prove his point. And she found it amusing, letting the seconds slide as she watched him groan with irritation.

“I’ve saved you multiple times, ya’ know!”

Akane dry laughter must have caused some sort of reaction because Ranma was now trying to sit up, holding the damped towel in a soft grip.

“Ranma, that wasn’t you being nice, that was you being a decent human being. Also,” she said as she watched him successfully slouch forward, his eyes still half-lidded with a light overlay of blush at the apples of his cheeks, “go ahead and drink some water. It should help sober you up.”

He glanced at her for a few seconds, silent before looking over at the almost full glass of water she held in her hand, reaching over to him. He took it and gulped all of it down, without hesitation and gently placed the cup down on the floor with them.

“Thank you,” he found himself saying quietly, keeping the ambience steady, not realizing just how thirsty he actually had been, and just how incredible the water felt when it flushed down his throat and splashed the inside of his chest.

Akane found herself smiling at the way he thanked her. “Are you ready to go to bed?”

Ranma’s eyes widen abnormally large, his mouth opening slightly before shutting it tight with the intention of swallowing the knot choking him. “I’m sure Auntie Saotome’s waiting for you,” she continued, her following statement calming him immensely before coming to the realization at where his mind had gone to in mere seconds.

“C’mon,” she offered, getting up from her knees and stretching both her arms towards him offering him a boost up, thinking he was probably too weak to try and stand up. Although, this was ranma, after all. He was never too weak for anything, “I’m dying for you to wake up with such a massive headache in the morning and blame anyone but yourself.”

She grinned mischievously down at him, expecting him to minimum stick his tongue out at her as a defense, but all he did was remind her, “I am nice to ya’, I just can’t remember.”

“Yeah, well maybe you could be nicer.”

“Like how?”

Was he genuinely asking?

“I don’t know Ranma, just be sweet, I guess.”

“Sweet, huh?”

Akane crouched down, sitting on her bottom on the floor but keeping her knees bent, knitting her eyebrows together as she watched him intensely. “Ranma,” she said to him in a calm voice, half-taunting, half-curious what he was babbling about, “you’re drunk. Go to bed.”

“You look beautiful, ya’ know.”

She wasn’t expecting that. “Uh.” Was he messing with her? Was he taunting her? Poking fun? Still, she needed to do something about the absurd reddening of her face to his comment. “It shouldn't be forced,” she found herself replying to him. She knew he was probably expecting some sort of thank you, but she didn’t know if she wanted to give him one.

“It’s not.” He fought back, his eyebrows indenting together, bothered that she didn’t believe him.

“Well,” Akane sighed, “kinda’ feels like you said it to prove a point, rather than because it came from the heart.”

“Well,” Ranma said, leaning slightly forward towards her, and although he wasn’t that close, she could still smell the alcohol in his breath that reminded her he was indeed intoxicated as he reminded her, “I don’t lie.”

She pursed her lips pondering to herself, wondering what this was all about. “Okay,” she found herself saying something out loud.

“Now you say something nice about me.”

Akane laughed again, “This isn’t how it works.”

“So,” he retorted, “we don’t always have to follow the rules.”

“Yeah, but just because you said something nice doesn’t mean I owe you something in return.”

“Aw, c’mon, I said you were cute.”

“No,” she grinned, “you said I look beautiful.”

“That was nice of me, huh?”

“God, you’re such a dork.” She wanted to frown at him, but the corners of her mouth were not willingly pushing down, and instead she pushed him away; not harshly, just a gentle nudge that nonetheless forced him to lean back down as she said, “I’m going to bed.”

“Wait,” he called after her, but she didn’t stop for him, not caring if he couldn’t get himself up the stairs. “’Kane, be nice!”

“Goodnight, Ranma.”

#one day i'll get back to writing actual finished fics :)#i rly liked one tho :)#akane tendo #rankane #ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfiction #ranma saotome #rankane fanfiction #ranma akane #fanfiction #fanfic #ranma x akane #akane x ranma

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gillotto · 1 year

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Everything we had, everything we did,

is buried in dust

and this dust is all that’s left of us.

Some art for my new Ranma 1/2 fanfiction, Stranded, which currently has my heart and neck in a vice grip.

Lyrics are from “Eyes Wide Open” by Gotye, which is on the Stranded playlist on Spotify:

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goatofgehenna · 2 years

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Ranma and Akane will always be one of my favorite pairings of all time.

That and Zidane and Garnet lol

My art from a while ago.

#ranma1/2 #saotome ranma #girl ranma and akane #girl ranma #akane #akane tendo #yuri #metamorphosis #ranma fanfiction

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allisonilluminated · 1 year

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I needed a break from original fiction (and life lmao) so Gender Sleepy ch. 27 is coming down the pipes ;) Might be tomorrow, might be sometime over Thanksgiving week, we'll see how the cards fall.

#ranma #ranma fanfiction #fanfiction #my fanfiction #allison illuminated

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hiro0147 · 2 years

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One of the great timeless masterpieces of all Ranma/Akane fanfics. A little bit old, but still an incredible read.

#ranma fanfiction #ranma 1/2 #ranma saotome #akane tendo #retro anime

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myself-being · 2 years

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Rewatching and rereading Ranma 1/2 gives you ideas

Like, what if...

The all Happosai's aphrodisiac band-aid thing form the anime, but after the manga ending, with all the knowledge about feelings, especially for Ranma.

What would that be like?

#ranma fanfiction #ranma saotome #akane tendo #ranma 1/2 #story prompt #rankane

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phantomstatistician · 8 months

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Fandom: Ranma 1/2

Sample Size: 1,133 stories

Source: AO3

#ranma 1/2 #ranma #romance #trans female character #au - canon divergence #canon divergence #humor #crossover #alternate universe #female saotome ranma #fluff #trans female saotome ranma #genderbending #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician

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mariananicoleli · 1 year

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A Pergunta (chap 1 - 7)

Gosh I really miss writing this fanfic! For mounths, developing “A Pergunta” was the only thing bringing me joy. Unfortunately it’s been several mounths that I don’t have proper time to work out on that.

But I’m not giving up! I promise, If you took the time to use google translate to read this PTBR fanfic and you liked it, just wait a little longer!

#ranma #ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfic #ranma fanart #ranma saotome #akane tendo #ryoga hibiki #ukyo kuonji #ranma shampoo #ranma mousse #nabiki tendo #kasumi tendo #konatsu #anime #fanfiction #art #fanart #my art

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fuedalreesespieces · 2 months

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the martial arts of a kiss

or: if ranma and akane had kissed during the ice skating arc.

He wasn’t sure why he’d even asked.

Akane stared at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place, and that was startling on its own. Usually he could identify her emotions with ease; she never made any effort to hide them. The only thing he recognized was embarrassment blooming in her cheeks, spreading an even, rosy blush over her fair skin. Her shoulders rose up like mountain slopes, and the blush grew down there, too, scattering over her collarbone and neck.

If...if you don’t mind...then I don’t.

A shallow wind blew through the dojo. He wished he hadn’t said anything – the sudden silence bulged between them like someone shoving an extra crayon in a too-filled box. They’d been bickering like usual earlier, but it had only taken a single moment of stupidity to dismantle the casual, if not heightened, mood. He supposed it was his fault for even bringing up kisses in the first place, for daring to goad Akane – Akane, who’d shouted back as though kissing were a feat she refused to fail at: go ahead and try it!

She kneeled in front of him now, eyes pinned on her skirt. The air was stiffening, nearly uncomfortable, and he searched for something to say. He grappled for a moronic insult that would dissolve the ice between them, and though those were always in reach, this time he had nothing to say. He hated to feel speechless, but she did that to him - only sometimes, he insisted.

Akane made the first move. Her voice was quiet. “I...I don’t mind.” She added, reaching up to tug on one of her side-bangs, only to remember they were gone. Her hand drifted delicately to the cusp of her knee, “...if you don’t mind.”

The distance between them shrunk to nothing with those words. He could make out every detail on her face, the exact pattern of her blush and the petite scrunch of her mouth, like she’d eaten something sour. Her eyes were wide as pots, filled with a stew of emotions he wished he could pick out. “Close your eyes.”

He blinked owlishly. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” she huffed. “If you can’t do it, then I will!”

“I can!”

“I’ll be as old as my dad by the time you get the guts!”

“Oh, you-” He grit his teeth and placed either hand on her cheeks, pulling her closer than ever before. It was a brazen, idiotic move. He was sure she’d conk him on the head for this display, but instead, her left hand came to gently drape over his. Her skin was the color of a tomato – he would have told her if his own face was much better. Their mutual touch seemed to steam, like red-hot coals pressed together under a grill.

He’d hoped to see the kiss coming, at first. His previous (and only kiss) had felt like a swift, unexpected attack, and to close his eyes after that was to give up his semblance of control. But this was Akane – he trusted her. He would know her in the dark, and he would know her by her rugged palms skirting over his skin, and most importantly: he wanted this. He wanted to feel her kiss. Just admitting it in his head made him senseless, and part of him wanted to run, maybe lift some weights, anything to settle the erratic energy him from within, but Akane’s presence kept him in place.

So he closed his eyes. Swathed in darkness, the touch of her lips against his felt like a thousand colors bursting under his eyelids. She was...warm, and her lips tasted like sweat from her training, and she was clumsy. He almost forgot, what with her confidence, that this could very well be her first kiss, because after their mouths met she seemed to forget where to place her hands. Ranma laughed against her lips.

Akane tilted her head and the kiss found its balance. His fingers trailed down her shoulders, tapping at her collarbone. Her hands played with the stray, unruly strands of his hair, and the touch of her made him ache. It was both the pain and exhilaration of a night run, the awe and excitement of watching firecrackers explode in front of you. He could combust any minute with how tentative she was being.

She drew away from him, breathless. There was ire in her eyes, though her lips were hiding a questionable smile. “You’re terrible at this.”

“Me?” he scowled, but there was no heat to it. “You’re the one who can’t kiss.”

Furious, she grabbed him by the shirt collar and reeled him in. This kiss felt more like a crash, a loving punch on the mouth, and when she felt her breath run tight, he would pull her back in for a second, and a third. It didn’t calm him in the slightest. He remembered how as a child he would sometimes take lit matches and squeeze the fire dead with his fingers the way his father used to. The sensation of flame against his skin was momentary, a hiss of pain that tore through him, made his heart squeeze, then faded. This felt like that, except the cycle was never-ending. The heat of each kiss was exquisite, and he wanted the moment to go on forever, to feel the same excess of uncontrollable, delighted energy, like somehow all their fights were being channeled into one momentous, if bumbling, exchange.

Ranma Saotome didn't bumble at anything. But this felt right, like the sort of kiss only they could share and no one else. Not a spectacle nor a sport.

“Ranma, Akane!” Kasumi’s light voice danced through the hall. Their lips might as well have ripped from each other. “Dinner’s ready!”

Her shadow lingered outside the dojo screen. Akane came to her senses first and shouted, voice all throaty, “We’re coming!”

“Y-yeah! Just practicing!” he added. Goddamn that stammer.

They watched as Kasumi’s shadow disappeared. Akane pinched him on the nose. “Hey!”

“’Just practicing?’ What kind of excuse was that?”

“What kind’a excuse? It ain't no excuse. You do need practice.” He gave her a crooked grin. “I’ll help ya out.”

Her face turned red again. “You....” Her fingers clenched into a fist. “Big words from a guy who couldn’t even get the guts to kiss me first! You were shaking like a wet duck!”

“What?”

“But don’t worry, Ranma,” she assured, using her hands to lift his jaw close. In a poor imitation of his voice, she crooned, “I’ll help ya out.”

He groaned, his face leaning on her shoulder, as Akane’s laughs echoed in the empty dojo.

#formally apologize for this #this is the silliest thing i've ever written I blame writer's block #still making my way through the manga but this particular scene ended me #ranma ½ #ranma 1/2 #ranma saotome #akane tendo #rankane #rankane fanfiction #ranma x akane

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ranma12playinghouse · 7 months

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He got to work, taking an apron off the peg and putting it on. Rice and soup stock needed to come first, so he started those before coming back to the refrigerator and taking out what he needed. Something was wrong here: he knew that much. As he started dicing the tofu and the green onions he turned his attention back to his sparring match with Akane.

That’s where it all started. How had she beaten him so easily? He tried to picture the fight in his head to see where he’d gone wrong, but it was all a blur to him that was over as soon as he started and he noticed the stock was starting to boil, so he added the tofu and turned down the heat so it could simmer for a few minutes.

#ranma 1/2 #ranma 1/2: playing house #ranma saotome #fanfiction

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jaquik · 21 days

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Ranma Fanfic Update: A Butterfly's Wing Chapter 10

The next chapter of my Ranma 1/2 fanfic A Butterfly's Wing is now up.

Ranma has several things she needs to work out. Before that, though, she has to once again navigate the interpersonal quagmire that is middle school.

Artwork done by the fantastic Beedok

Check it out at one of these sites:

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14060195/10/A-Butterfly-s-Wing

AO3:

Scribblehub: https://www.scribblehub.com/read/1011948-ranma--a-butterflys-wing/chapter/1053277/

#ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfiction #fanfiction #ranma #Sayuri

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palabraasinnecesarias · 1 month

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ranma's shirt

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And so, sometimes in the evening, although usually late at night, Akane would put on his shirt when she found herself thinking about him.

It was silly, maybe, but there was some sort of comfort in the way Akane engulfed herself in Ranma’s worn-out mandarin top. He had accidentally left it behind the afternoon he had gone away for one of his training trips. She hadn’t known why she had taken it into her bedroom instead of Auntie’s Saotome’s, or even the laundry basket.

The shirt had first landed lazily in the corner of her bed, as she had simply tossed it aside. When it was time for bed, the young woman folded it neatly and placed it atop of her desk, deciding she’d put it away tomorrow. Essentially, she did not.

She sat on her desk’s chair the following day, trying to concentrate on something else, yet her wondering eyes couldn’t help but land on the button up. And she wondered about him, knowing very well that he was fine, it was only training with Ryoga after all. Nonetheless, she wished him a safe trip even though he wasn’t going far.

As she looked at the strained clothing, the vibrant color seemingly quite lost, she began to wonder about the appeal Ranma found in it. Her hand very timidly, almost hesitantly, reached to feel one of the gold frog buttons. The tip of her fingers played with it, noticing they were loose and probably didn’t hold as firmly as they should have to keep the top secured when wearing it. The rest of the cloth was soft, and as if noticing for the first time, she came to realize what good quality fabric it was made from. Which made sense, considering how many years it had lasted him; the poor shirt had gone through so much.

Continuing with her lack of confidence, not sure why she found herself wanting to know, Akane took the shirt in her hands and pulled it towards her face. She was expecting it to smell like the fabric softener, surprised to find how overpowering his scent was. Glancing a few times around the room, and once making sure no one was around, she quickly slipped it on. The broad length of the shoulders draped onto her forearms, and the sleeves made it past her wrists. Although embarrassed, Akane allowed herself a moment, relishing the way his clothing felt on her.

And so, sometimes in the evening, although usually late at night, Akane would put on his shirt when she found herself thinking about him. Realizing how much more she actually missed him – along with all the wacky antics he always seemed to be involved in – she wondered if he missed her.

When Akane snapped her eyes open, Ranma was silently sliding the window to her bedroom open. She had apparently fallen asleep, and dawn was seemingly emerging upon them. He pressed his index finger against his shushing lips, weary whether she’d make a fuzz, but she sat up quietly and waited for him to hop in.

“Morning,” he smirked, his voice hoarse and quiet, the sun's glow beginning to blend into what used to be the night’s sky.

“You’re back,” she replied, her smile wider now. He was now slowly getting on her bed, and she easily welcomed it, adjusting herself so he’d be comfortable next to her.

Akane rubbed her eyes and tried fixing her hair, “When did you get home?”

“Just now. My backpack’s still outside, actually.”

“And I’m hoping you dropped Ryoga home?” She grinned, a knowing eyebrow poking at him, both well aware of his lacking sense of direction.

“I did my best,” he joked, and she just rolled her eyes.

They shared a moment of silence, but she found herself unable to stop staring at him. It had been weeks since she last seen him and although his appearance didn’t change, she found herself appreciating his features as best as she could in the limited lighting. His ruffled hair was still quite adorable, even now with all the frizziness. And his soft gaze was still very mesmerizing.

“So,” his taunting tone pulled her out of thought, “you missed me?”

Her rosy cheeks only reddened, but she couldn’t deny such a thing. Especially nowadays when his absence was beginning to dawn on her. She settled for not saying anything right away, pouting with a puff through her nostrils.

“You’re the one sneaking into my room at these hours,” she tried to retaliate, feeling confident through her cocky smirk.

Ranma huffed, resting his back against her wall, quite nonchalant as he replied, “Yeah, but you’re the one wearing my shirt.”

Shit. She had completely forgotten that she was, in fact, wearing his stupid, wonderfully scented shirt. She groaned mildly, trying to hide her face within her hands. God, why was she wearing his shirt? She sneaked a peek at him through her fingers, and he was now laughing softly, leaning his face towards her.

“I thought I had lost it,” he said, and she brought her hands back down as his eyes bounced about her face, “but it seems you stole it before I left.” She groaned louder now, a throbbing eyebrow daring to pound him.

“That’s not – I didn’t –”

“’s okay, ‘Kane,” he interjected, his face still centimeters away that she could feel his breathing skim over her lips, “you can keep it if you like it that much.”

The pit of her stomach churned, and she felt so embarrassed she wanted to melt away – disintegrate into dust so she didn’t have to look at the goofy grin his stupid face was making at her. Although, she did like the idea of keeping his shirt.

He laughed again, his index finger poking her cheek and she wanted to wince at the way his touch flared a shiver down her spine, “C’mon, just admit that you missed me.”

“Geez, Ranma,” she said, feeling out of breath for some reason, but tried her best to maintain her composure, “stop being annoying.”

“Tsk,” he replied, finding herself hating that he had suddenly pulled away, “and here I thought all this time you were thinking of me.”

Akane rolled her eyes, her large irises landing on him, “This goes both ways, you know.”

His eyebrows furrowed, not quite aware of his strained expression. “You don’t think I missed ya’?” She continued looking at him, her face now scrunching in thought, understanding what he was saying. And she couldn’t stop herself from getting flustered, hoping her flushed cheeks weren’t noticeable. But also, she couldn’t stop her lips from lifting into a timid, small smile.

“So, you did miss me?” she asked shyly, slightly inclining herself towards him, hopeful.

“I asked first,” he challenged.

“Well,” she hummed teasingly, squinting her eyes at him and she laughed softly at the way he eyed her with a dubious stare. “I did.”

And she tried to bite down her widening smile, her teeth taking in her lower lip when she noticed his brightened-up expression.

“I can tell,” he replied, his blue eyes once again scanning her body, and all she could do was stick her tongue out at him like a child. How was she supposed to react when he was acting so childish?

“You were gone over two weeks, you know,” she said suddenly, leaning herself against the wall as she looked over at Ranma staring at her curiously. “Of course I missed that dopey face of yours.” She grinned at the way his face soured, taking a deep breath through her nose as she remembered the feeling of missing him. She didn’t like it, somehow finding it quite lonesome. “Sometimes I missed you a little too much,” she teased, crinkling her nose at how vulnerable she suddenly felt.

Without a warning, or any hesitation on his part, Ranma had angled himself to face her. He searched her face as she held in her breath, not understanding what he was looking for. She sat still, frozen, watching him watch her with pure intensity. And he was closer now, his dazed eyes staring at the way she unconsciously parted her lips, as if waiting for something.

“’Kane,” he whispered, and she felt so out of it, her vision suddenly foggy. Still, she waited for him to continue talking as he said, “I thought about you the whole time I was away.” His voice was low and alluring, effortlessly grasping her full attention. And she felt her stomach flip a few times, jumbling her insides into knots as she tried to remember how to breathe. He was closer now, feeling the way his lips slightly skimmed her cheek, and she couldn’t do much but shut her eyes.

“The-the whole time?” She stammered.

The tip of his nose was now dragging itself down her jaw, involuntarily gasping at the way he was now nuzzling at the crook of her neck. His searing breath almost blistered her skin as she felt her mouth parch, her entire body tensing. And then she felt his arms embrace her body completely, squeezing gently as he adjusted himself on the bed with her. He was hugging her now, pulling her towards him, and she easily complied. She could feel his face press against her collarbone, his soft breathing tickling her gently as she slowly rested her chin at the top of his head.

Akane’s arms wrapped around him, lazily laying atop his scruffy hair as his hands seemingly took loose parts of the top she was wearing into fists. “Keep the shirt,” he said. And she smiled fondly, nodding although he couldn’t see her.

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