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icarus-imagines · 3 years

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Natsuki/Satsuki Shinomiya X Soulmate!Reader

Word Count: 5,179

October: Uta no Prince Sama/Utapri

Soulmate AU ~ You have your Soulmates initials on your wrist in black ink. When you meet the ink turns red.

~Tempestuous & Defective~

"What does your wrist say?”

You shake your head to get you out of your stray thoughts, the wooden pencil in your grip stopping its course on making lyrics for a new song that had been in your mind for quite a long time. The only problem was that you always had trouble with lyrics. With expressing exactly how you felt into sentences with correct grammar construction. You never truly understood how someone could do something such as writing your thoughts upon paper for the world to see. It made you feel vulnerable bearing your feelings so openly. Perhaps you just needed confidence or a push from a certain someone.

But back to the scene at hand.

“Yes? Sorry, I didn't catch that Tomo-chan,” you apologized raising your head to see her lip pointed out into a cute little pout from you not paying attention to her. Though the moment you diverted your undivided attention to her a smile rose on her pretty face, red eyes shining.

“I was wondering what your initials say,” she brings forth her own left wrist to show you initials that were written in some kind of chicken scratch text. B.T. stood out proudly on her skin, the contrast of black ink against white skin a pretty sight. “Haruka has been helping me find who these belong to, but we have had no luck.”

“I’m sure you’ll find them soon,” you reassure her. “Didn't Haruka find hers right before we started?” You tried to remember who it was but your head was spiraling too much with the melody of the piece you were currently creating.

Tomo-chan nodded a small laugh escaping her at your aloofness when it came to remembering things that didn’t have to do with music. “Yes, her Soulmate was Jinguji Ren, that playboy idol everyone swoons over. To think she would get someone like him. So lucky~” The look on her face as she rests her head in the palms of both her hands is a funny sight. You couldn’t wait to see how she swooned meeting her destined Soulmate if she was acting this lovestruck for a guy she thought was merely handsome.

“Hmmm, not really my type,” you absentmindedly say as you both stand up to proceed to lunch, quickly packing your materials up on both your respective bags.

“Wha-!? Really?” she exclaims, slinging her bag on her shoulder. “I thought he was everybody's type?”

“Who?” Haruka walks towards you two, a beaming smile set on her face.

“(Y/n) says Ren isn’t her type,” she blurts out. She honestly needed to know when not to say things, but it was one of the things that drew you towards her on the first day of academy life. She seems to notice her mistake though by the surprise shown on Haruka’s face. Waving her hands she tries to explain, “Not that people should go after him if he is their type or anything like that I was just-”

“No worries, Tomo-chan,” Haruka dismisses the conversation with a small feeble wave of her hand.

Tomo sighs in relief, the pink academy card twiddling in one hand. It was more than taboo to go after someone who was not your Soulmate. It would be depriving others of a relationship that was more than meant to be with something that would only cause negative outcomes.

“Are you afraid to show us?” Haruka asks with mere curiosity over the subject as you both walked to the recording stations. She was meeting up with the seven people she had befriended over the school year and had asked you to go which you happily agreed.

You couldn’t get mad at her question or cast her off because it was slightly your fault for not even showing them the mark. It was meant to be personal. And yours just guaranteed more reason to keep it concealed and hidden from everybody. The thing was, your mark was unofficial in a sense. Since you were a child and it had first appeared it had switched a few times. It was rare but you would take notice of it, the switching of stark black ink.

Most of the time it was the familiar N.S.

Other times it would be the rarely seen S.S.

At first, it had terrified you. Something must have been wrong with your tattoo to change like that. Tattoos held onto the stone-hard fact that they did not change and would not ever change unless the party on the other side had died. They were not supposed to since it hadn’t turned grey. There were a couple of ways for it to do so such as name changes but the explanation for yours had to have a completely different reason. It was not plausible in the least for someone to constantly change their name.

Your childish mind at once conjured up they had an alter ego. Like an undercover spy in a movie or someone incredibly famous that needed to keep their identity hidden at certain times. Yet, as you grew up you realized these were such low possibilities that chalking it up as simply having a defective tattoo was the only way to explain the questionable cause.

You were defective.

That could be the only possibility.

Those thoughts were what made you so stormy.

Haruka seemed to see the gloomy expression you sported, her question that had hung in the air feeling suffocated. “Ah, sorry I shouldn’t have brought it up…”

You quickly retaliated though, “No, there is no reason to be sorry. It’s just a...a sensitive topic I have been trying to wrap my head around my whole life. To be frank,” you let out a soft sigh, “I don’t think I even have a soulmate or have had one, to begin with.”

The look on her face was one of stricken shock. “I can understand how you feel about your tattoo, but you have to know that everybody has a soulmate. There has to be a cause for it,” she said this even though she didn’t know that it frequently changed its letters. “I have faith you’ll find them. While the system of it all can be disheartening at times, no matter what...you will find them. I just know you will.”

Her hope for you was so bright it made a smile light upon your face.

“Thank you so much, Haruka,” was all you said. Emotions were rising into your body at a quick pace. You hadn’t felt so much hope for one day meeting them since you were a giddy child.

Just a few words from your best friend had lifted your spirits. You would need to thank her greatly for it later.

“What are they all like?” Your hands were fidgeting nervously, knuckles almost white with the grip you held on your blank music sheets.

While you had heard much about many of them before you were still unfortunate to not have ever met them face to face. Even Ren, who was Haruka’s own Soulmate. There was Otoya, the puppy-like boy next door that played soccer. Masato, a tender soul that acts much like a housewife to the others. Natsuki, a more than adorable gentle giant of the bunch who had an affinity for Piyo-chan. Tokiya, the calm hard worker who in Haruka’s own words was someone who was a natural at everything. Ren the playboy who had become exclusive with Haruka. Syo, the stylish strong type who, no matter what he did came off as cute even if he didn’t want to. Finally, there was Cecil, the youngest and newest addition to the group who was a literal foreigner prince.

You already had an idea of what they were all like from Tomo and Haruka’s countless stories circulating them. It was odd you had never met them, but it had all been because you had transferred from B Class to A Class just a few days ago. So all you had was the reliement of what you had been told and hopefully, it was all correct.

“Well,” Haruka started, a hand on her chin in deep thought, “It’s hard to bunch them all together into something I can explain, but I just know you’ll like them. They have been nothing but kind to me since I arrived here, and even before that actually.”

You didn’t question her on what the before was, tucking a (H/c) strand of air behind your ear. While it did intrigue you, your main focus was on meeting seven guys who had all made a grand impression on her. Could they all really have made her so open and bubbly every day? It almost seemed so impossible. But just looking at her face, seeing that bright smile. It was obvious they were all more than you had ever expected.

Upon reaching the door you felt your nerves going haywire, but Haruka gave you a smile that made it all simmer down. It is quick, the door opening and your vision exploding with bright color. Why had no one told you a literal rainbow awaited behind the door?

You both walk in and the first thing you see is orange. It’s a tall, handsome man with mischievous eyes that comes up and hugs Haruka with a gentleness you have never seen before. It takes only half a second before you understand who it is. Ren, Haruka’s Soulmate.

He turns to you with a small yet inviting grin. “You must be (L/n) (Y/n), Haruka’s best friend. It’s nice to meet another of the lambs' dear companions.”

You can only smile up at him, his demeanor softer than you had initially imagined, “It’s so nice to meet you too. I have heard so much about you and your friends.”

“Hopefully all good things,” a man with pristinely cut blue hair comes up to you. He seems clean-cut and to the point with his particular type of speaking.

“Ah yes, all I’ve heard is how wonderful you all are,” you tell him the truth. “You must be...Hijirikawa-kun?”

This seems to pique his interest as you direct your attention towards him. He gives you a brief smile, nodding to your acknowledgment.

The hour or so is a blur of motion before your eyes.

You had gotten to know every single one of them and to your surprise, they were all exactly how Haruka had described them. Knowing that your preconceptions were true lifted the weight off your shoulders. But one thing that did bother you was that two of them were not present. Otoya seemed to catch the drift of your thoughts, quick to explain the situation.

“Syo is helping Natsuki with his baking,” He sheepishly says.

“Is there something wrong with his baking?” you ask wondering about his odd expression when bringing it up.

Cecil speaks up, “It’s his hobby but he has a ways to go. He adds unnecessary ingredients.”

“Ingredients such as…?”

“Tabasco sauce, soy beans, fermented squid and chili sauce. He uhh, doesn’t quite understand that is not what you are supposed to do,” Masato places a few fingers upon his mouth, a disgusted look settling on his face.

A small laugh escapes you at the notion of putting such things together. “Wha-What was he trying to make?” You try to not let your laughter spill anymore. The look on Cecil’s face though ultimately has you eventually breaking that dam and cracking up along with everybody else.

“Cookies.”

Traveling down a random isolated hallway the day after you met most of the group you get lost in thought. While you were a bit disheartened that none of them was your Soulmate all you could truly wonder about is how you would be able to meet Natsuki. He sounded like such a goofy and gentle guy that you had done nothing since yesterday but imagine the chaos he always caused Syo, who you had yet to meet too.

Mind preoccupied, you didn’t notice the figure that you had bumped into. A yelp escaped your throat, hands flung out to catch your fall but before your body fell upon the floor your wrist was caught in a hand, another pushing into your shoulder to hold you against the wall.

Eyes opening you caught sight of dark emerald green eyes staring straight into your own (E/c) orbs. They were so breathtaking your literal breath got caught in your throat. Framed by wavy blonde hair you had quickly thought you had bumped into an angel right smack dab in the middle of school. It was improbable but the beauty of this man was not to be taken lightly at all.

Yet you couldn’t delve deeper into the internal topic inside your mind as he gripped your right wrist tighter, pressing it harder into the wall. Flinching you stared up at his tall stature. He was enough to make your whole body start to tremble.

“You should watch where you are going,” his voice was deep and gruff. It was the type of voice that belonged to those bad boy characters in k-dramas or in a high school movie.

“S-sorry, I really didn’t mean to-to bump into you or anything,” you rushed it quickly out of your mouth in fear he might get angrier if you gave him sluggish answers.

“Hmmm,” he hummed like he was confused for some reason. The hand that had been pressing against your shoulder removed itself, taking with it the tingling that resided in your collarbone when he touched it.

It moved towards your face, his hand grabbing it sharply. He seemed to be studying you, taking you in for whatever reason he had to be doing so.

Your eyes were locked with his own that was staring hard at everything you were until a spot of black on the wrist of the hand holding your chin caught your attention. With a small gasp, you realized what his wrist had upon it. They were your initials in your handwriting, black as ebony upon his flawless skin.

“Your wrist…,” you said meekly, still not wanting to upset him.

He flicked his eyes to your own in an intense glare that was paired with skepticism before peering at his wrist. Slowly but surely the ink was turning a beautiful crimson red. It signified that you had found each other. After all this time you had finally been able to meet each other.

Yet you didn’t even know his name.

His full name at least.

You opened your mouth to ask him but shut it when he gave you a glare again. The thing was that this gaze was a bit softer, if not by much, but still noticeable. It was hypnotizing really, watching his once-hard glare beginning to shine a bit as he looked at you even though he may have tried to conceal it.

His left hand moved away from your face like he had been burnt, staring at his wrist in confusion and something that may have been a sliver of hope. He unexpectedly loosened his right hand on your wrist that was still being harshly pushed against the cold stone wall. You had initially thought he would still hold you or pull away but his hand held you gingerly. His smooth thumb ran across the initials of S.S. so softly it was like being caressed by feathers.

“So you're our Soulmate, huh?” His mouth held a smirk that did nothing to hide his mix of amusement and bafflement.

“Not what you imagined? Not my fault,” you snapped back at him in a display of defense even though the way he said ‘our’ instead of ‘my’ set off confusing sirens within your mind.

He took it surprisingly well though. “Nah,” he began, his left hand coming back to your face like it was before, but gentler this time. It cupped your cheek, your face already growing a bit red. “Whoever my Soulmate is, has to be perfect.”

Without warning his face grew closer to yours and in retaliation, you squeezed your (E/c) eyes shut. Just then your lips met his own. He was fierce and passionate in his approach. He didn’t let you fight back nor did he let you be able to escape. With his hand still on your wrist above you and his other moving from your face to slam against the wall with a superhuman grip, you instantly knew you had no place to go. His body was caging yours, pressing against you like your body was created for him. And just then you realized that statement held truth in it. You were made for each other, made to fit with each other like puzzle pieces.

Right then you submit to him, letting his tongue push past your soft lips to mingle with your own tongue that shyly greeted him for the first time. This was your first-ever kiss but you pondered if this was his or not. For he was skilled, his tongue traveling over every inch of your mouth. It was so much, almost too much, and so long without a normal inhale of oxygen that you both eventually separated in a haste to breathe. Gulping in fresh air you could only look up slowly, revealing the equally flushed face of your Soulmate.

“(Y/n). I’m…,” you fought to control your ragged breathing. “I’m (Y/n).”

He felt pleased with your words diving back downard to capture your mouth in a savage dance one more time. You wondered how much longer you could take before your knees grew too weak. What an embarrassment it would be to fall into a heap onto the floor in front of this person who reminded you so much like a god.

But what was his name? What name would ever fit with this creature of such beauty? You could only wonder as he continued to assault your mouth. For a second fear mixed with excitement lit within you. You were slowly but surely being devoured over and over again every time he pulled away for a split second to breath only to come right back in like he was starving and you were food in the middle of a desert.

Just when you thought you may blackout from not getting enough air, along with the fact this man had actually moved his left hand from your cheek to hold the small of your back up to keep you both level with his almost freakishly tall height and to support you from falling, his face moved just a bit away from your to stare deep into your eyes. Sharpened green emerald eyes cast swords into your own (E/c) eyes that may or may not have begun to well up with tears of joy.

“Call me Satsuki.”

Your thoughts drifted back to Satsuki as you walked down the boy's dormitory hallway. Strangely he was more civil than you had first imagined. He was sweeter than he looked on the outside, that was a definite fact you had learned sooner than later when spending time with him after you had met each other.

Yes, he truly was a bit gruff and rough around the edges when it came to his personality and attitude, but there was more hidden underneath. More to discover that nobody had ever tried to truly understand. This of which upset you greatly because everybody deserves a chance to be understood. The fact that he was your Soulmate drove you with even more determination to understand everything about him.

It was quicker than you thought when he approached you once again, yet in another hallway alone (maybe you should walk with friends). His attitude was a bit different, his eyes shining with vigor you hadn’t seen before. Right then and there, like he had grown courage to tell you, he had revealed a secret to you that only a select few people knew about themselves.

He had told you the truth.

The whole truth.

It was all of a sudden and very unexpected for you. His words were a rush and though you heard everything some of it went in one ear and out the other as questions bubbled upon your skin the more he talked. His eyes had been grim as you told him how you had struggled to keep hope your Soulmate was real and nothing was wrong with you at all. The way he had held you after gave him more than a shred of hope. His soft whispers as he explained the situation of who he was came to light. He was your Soulmate, but at the same time, he technically was not. He was part of another person who had conjured him up to protect himself in scary and anxious situations like a defense mechanism meant to keep any kind of harm at bay.

Natsuki Shinomiya.

He was your Soulmate, the person you were actually made for. His words held pain as he told you that. That, “I’m not real. I was made up from a child's mind who didn’t know what to do other than cave in within themselves. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong on your wrist. I am temporary. Something that is only here for someone who needs my help, which I give more than willingly.”

He told you Natsuki was the one you made for, not him. So in a fit of rage you pulled away from his hug engaging in a kiss that you had initiated this time. “I won’t stand here like some stupid bystander and watch you beat yourself up over the fact you came into existence, because someone was in dire need,” you had told him. “Natsuki may be my Soulmate, the one I was first chosen for, but you come with him. Satsuki...you are just as important as him. You have no idea how much I care for both of you, love both of you. Both of your initials are engraved on my wrist. How can you say you're not mine when my wrist says it so confidently?”

Tears, something so uncharacteristic of him, began to well up in his eyes, those emeralds of his beginning to shine more now than they were before. “How is it possible,” he started off, his hands reaching for every part of you he could grab, “that I got someone as wonderful as you, (Y/n)?”

A smile sprinted on your face at his innocent question. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”

If it was even possible his grip on you grew ever tighter in his warm embrace.

Perhaps you were not defective…

Perhaps you were not in some dangerous storm...

It was hard to believe that had only been a month ago.

Since then you had gotten to know Satsuki more and much to your pleasure you finally got to meet Natsuki. He was a polar opposite yet complementary mirror to his other side. Natsuki was a pure and hot sunny summer day while Satsuki was simply cloudier with a chance of a light drizzle in the spring. While it was fun to compare them to see what made them different you found it more enjoyable, even if it was more difficult, see how they were similar.

It was in the way they would gaze at you that you could catch that split-second moment that a microexpression would cross their face. They shared that expression, one filled not only with adoration but some sort of relief. If you had to guess you would say it was their relief at finally meeting you. Relief at having you with them after so many silent years alone with each other and not their third missing link.

And that was only the tip of the iceberg with them.

Syo, proclaiming to be Natsuki’s best friend, and the last person of Starish you had to meet, was one you got along quite well with. His surprise when you had told him everything that had conspired between you two along with how you knew their secret had his head spinning. While he was flustered with the case you were his best friend's Soulmate he was glad he had another person to talk to or help him when it came to Natsuki’s outbreaks, which had lessened dramatically since you two had been together. Life was more than good thanks to finding Natsuki and Satsuki.

It deepened your bond with Starish too, their congratulations had taken you by surprise, filling you with more joy than you could contain. Haruka’s bond with you had also become stronger. Ren who always tagged along, who deemed it right, felt the need to know you more now that you were not only his Soulmate’s best friend but one of his idol mates Soulmate.

Life was more than good. Every day you learn something new. While it wasn’t perfect since you had only been together for a little time, it was more than you could have ever hoped for. But you still had an inkling it may just be a fantasized dream. And...you may wake up any moment now.

“Now you just stir the flour, baking soda, and salt together until it is all combined,” you instructed.

Natsuki did as exactly as you asked of him, hands diligently stirring the ingredients together until it was smoothly whipped to perfection. “Like this?” he asked, his bright emerald eyes, behind those signature oval glasses, flickering back and forth from the big glass bowl he held and your own eyes that were inspecting it.

“Yes, just like that,” you praised him, pairing it with a smile to reassure him he was doing it all correctly and had a wonderful job. He returned your smile, his bright like the warmest patch of sunshine flickering through a window upon the floor. It was warmer than your broody storm.

“Hmmm, now what do we do?” He said, resisting the urge of adding anything unnecessary. His actions relied solely on what you told him to do.

You were quick, not wanting to see any sort of grim frown coming from him at doing something wrong, gently grabbing the bowl to set it upon the counter. “Well, now all we need to do is add in chocolate chips to make it perfect.” You looked around for a few seconds before realising you forgot to get them out. Looking up you saw the tall cupboards, an indescribable look coming onto your face. “Can you reach for them in there?” You asked pointing upwards.

Natsuki just chuckled a bit at your predicament, his long arm paired with his much taller stature reaching upwards easier than you could ever do to retrieve the bag of chocolate chips that you needed. “How much do we add?” he questioned, opening it up.

“As much as you want, they are your cookies. Add as many as you think to make them perfect.”

The look he gave you was one of confusion and worry. “Could...Could I add them all?” he asked sheepishly.

You just laughed a hand waving, “Of course!”

He grinned, tilting the bag to let them all dump inside the dough he had just created. He seemed to already understand what to do next, stirring them together until everything was mixed to perfection. With his help two sets of hands, his and your own, quickly got to work on making cute little balls. In no time they were all ready, placed on the prepared baking sheet.

“Ah, aren't they just perfect, (Y/n)-Chan~?” Natsuki clapped his hands together in front of him, something you’ve come to learn is a frequent habit of his went he got excited.

“Yes,” you briefly patted your hands on your apron before looking up at the man who made your heart sing when he came into a room with that vibrant smile and warm demeanor. To think you were defective for having him as your Soulmate. To think you thought of yourself as a mistake in a system that was rarely ever wrong. “They are.”

Natsuki turned his head towards you, those eyes of his behind his glasses holding something like a little secret. Before you knew it his arms threw themselves around you. He was this giant teddy bear that engulfed you into something so warm you could call it hibernation.

“W-what are you doing so suddenly?” you said even though it was a bit muffled from being pushed into his chest. You placed your hands on his chest, effectively escaping part of his grasp though he still hung onto you.

He hummed in what appeared to be a delight. “I just wanted to hug you, you look too cute with that apron on! A little bakery chef!”

You just sigh a bit with a grin, knowing he was actually doing it because of the way your voice had tilted down when you thought of your depressive state before meeting him.

“Thank you,” your murmured reply of appreciation caused him to hug you once again. This time his hug was soft but secure. His face found its way to your shoulder, forehead pressed upon it as you hid within the rest of him. Protected and safe.

“You are not defective,” he whispered, so close you could smell some unnamed sweet upon his breath.

He repeated it a few times, knowing it helped you cope with your anxieties. You had always kept wondering if all of it was wrong and you both weren’t meant to be. It was highly unlikely, but there were always thoughts in the back of your head that made you question it. Even though you were the one to break through Satsuki’s barrier, telling him you were meant to be together. Still, your fears came back to every now and again. Such you had created.

But, with his help you were starting to understand his words were true. “I am not defective…,” you said so low he probably couldn’t hear. A tear of joy escaping your watery (E/c) orb to run down the side of your cheek. This time you said it louder and defiant, just before he turned up his head to kiss you more gently than rays of sunshine, blocking out your storm.

“I am not defective.”

~Extra Ending~

"What does your wrist say?"

Your head turns to a new friend you had recently come to know. Their eyes shine brightly with curiosity as they await your response.

Lifting your wrist you grab onto the edge of your shirt that was concealing the letters. Not so long ago you would have shied away or made up an excuse to change the topic of discussion. Now though you were a changed person. What was on your wrist was no longer a worry for you. You weren't defective. There was absolutely nothing wrong with you in any way shape or form.

So with those thoughts imprinted on your mind side by side with your Soulmates' own reassuring words, you pulled up your sleeve.

#natsuki shinomiya #satsuki shinomiya #x reader #drabble #oneshot #utapri #uta no prince sama #soulmate au #gender neutral reader #romantic soulmates #imagine

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utapri-hcs · 3 years

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The lads go camping

This is really just me telling my own or other people’s camping stories under the guise of utapri boys. Also can I say, my layout is rlly pretty and aesthetic (I think..) but like my content is just shitposts except when its shipping I suppose

It’s kinda scary how enthusiastic Otoya is to start the campfire

Ren’s brought his entire gaming set to the campsite

Ranmaru’s already started going into the forest to start a deforestation in that area

“NATSUKI WHY DO YOU HAVE A BLOWTORCH?? ARE YOU GONNA MAKE A GOD DAMN CREME BRÛLÉE?!!”

Syo has slowly lost his mind, trying to save the area from a forest fire

Tokiya is casually setting up the tent he brought for the group and reading the instructions

Cecil is on the other side without any instructions because they were burnt by Natsuki’s blowtorch

This happens while the birds has taken Camus’ hair hostage (again)

Ren is just setting in a gaming chair while playing fortnite

Reiji brought a pack of cards that they never even used

Half of the conversations had within the camping trip are already forgotten

Camus has also brought his king size memory foam bed that is in pristine condition

Ranmaru calls him a pansy

Cecil is going around taking photos

Masato has brought an entire grill and katana just for…safety

Masato reminds Otoya what to bring and gives him a list

One of the things listed is a power bank

Otoya ends up buying a brick from Amazon

This thing can charge his family for the next twenty generations

He did not need to buy this

The forest animals have taken Natsuki in as one of their own

Ren’s tent is just a twelve story apartment

They’ve somehow lost Cecil somewhere

A raccoon ends up stealing Masato’s entire meal plan

They ended up setting security cameras because that would totally work

Spoiler; it did not work

Camus is the one guy who brings a machete to the camp site

It was what Ranmaru had used to deforest the entire area

Camus is also that one guy who brought Krispy Kreme to the site

Ai is another person who ended up buying a brick of a power bank

The difference between him and Otoya though is that Ai actually kinda needs the power bank

Camus is definitely not one of the people who is setting up the tents

He just stands back and watches them

He occasionally comments about how bad Ranmaru is doing while in a hammock eating a donut

Ranmaru flips the hammock

Like Reiji, Tokiya, Ai, Masato’s tent is like pristine and proper

While Syo, Otoya, Natsuki and Cecil’s tent is like barely hanging on, its somehow rusted, none of the poles fit with each other.

Otoya is straight up just sitting there for an hour, trying to light the fire

He is just like pulling up the instructions

He is there with a flint; that fails

He is there with Natsuki’s blow torch; still fails

He is still there with the fire starter; even that fails

Then Ai notes that he is trying to light the wood that was left out in the rain

He eventually gets the fire started with a new bundle of wood

The fire crackles around them, the cold of the night nipping at their hands and feet. All of the idols were crowded around the fire. Some sitting on the logs, some sitting on the floor, a few of them on the hammock and the rest were just standing around. A soft aura blankets all of them. No one spoke except for the wind’s whispers. It was calm. If only they could capture this moment is a picture frame. The peace would be everlasting. Perhaps with time, they'll get a similar experience yet time was what would eventually cause this picture to break. As a special sending off to the night, Otoya brings out his guitar, slowly strumming it to get warmed up.

He starts to hum a simple melody with the other idols gradually joining in, clapping along to the beat. The camp was a mess but it was fun. Almost nothing went to plan but that's what made it exciting. It was fun just hanging out with his friends. It was a good break, something for all of them to escape. Without the paparazzi, without the burdens of being an idol. It was just him, nature, his friends and music.

“You and I will always be back then~”

#uta no prince sama #utanoprincesama #utapri #ai mikaze #Reiji kotobuki #Ranmaru kurosaki #utapri camus #masato hijirikawa #ren jinguji #otoya ittoki #Tokiya ichinose #Syo kurusu #Natsuki shinomiya #Cecil aijima #STARISH #QUARTET NIGHT #QN

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chips-and-vodka · 2 years

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Suwabe-san & Online Shopping

Suwabe Junichi (AKA King of Cosplays) mentioned often of his online shopping habits and not limited to these listed:

1. Enjoying his tub bath to the point of not hearing the deliverymen arriving at his home with his packages.

2. Yuri on ice pre-anime finale special TV broadcast- purchased a silver long length wig which arrived a day before recording. Cosplayer-mode activated as he cuts it himself from young Viktor to sexy Viktor hairstyle.

3. Buying and pre-ordering a ton of sneakers (and showing off his ankles shoes on twitter)

4. Super Voice War Kindan live festival event- purchased a long blonde wig used for his persona as archangel Gabriel the day before the event.

5. Utapri Maji Love Live 6th Stage - orange hoverboard used for his travel on the long stage walkways- which it again arrived the day before the concert.

6. Otomate Party 2010- A Goku cosplay bought in coincidence of his character Goku (from a PS2 Otome game- “S.Y.K New Saiyuki chronicles”)

Random fact:

- Suwabe-san accidentally threw out his beloved gaming system while packing for a move. (Currently owns a PS5)

#suwabe junichi #junichi suwabe #king suwabe #random facts #suwabe appreciation post

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fluffypeachwriting · 4 years

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Listening to Syo practice~

My first Utapri post! Syo is my best utapri boy and his new event card is absolutely gorgeous!! Here’s some super fluffy domestic life with Syo! It’s reader insert!

The window was open in your shared apartment, and you were spending a lazy day on the couch, as you dozed off in the sunlight. Your consciousness was fading slowly until the soft sound of a violin came from your bedroom. Syo preferred to practice at the agency, so moments like these were rare. He was playing a particularly slow piece, like a sweet lullaby on the warm summer afternoon. You began to imagine how he looked as he was playing, his face a picture of skilled but serene focus. You wondered how he would look when he performed, the result of hard work and practice. He’d look like a real prince in a beautifully embroidered suit, the fabric crinkling and gliding over his toned muscles as he played. He was probably still in his pyjamas though. It was a free day for both of you, and you spent most of the morning in each other’s arms, waking up naturally as you lay together. Seeing this calm side of him was something you always cherished, from cooking together to going on small dates around town, you weren’t prepared for how sappy he would be with you. Even though you knew he was in the next room over, all of these thoughts made you miss his presence. Waking up your body, you padded over into your bedroom. When you entered, the music stopped.

“Hm? Was I disturbing you?” Syo put his violin down and stroked your cheek as you approached him. The callouses on his hands only reminded you of the work he put in, to be the best man he could be. But now he needed some rest.

“Not really. But are you sure you want to spend your day off like this?” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Hm. I can’t say no to you, can I? What do you want to do?”

“Umm…” You considered making food together, but right now the bed was looking pretty good. “Let’s just chill together, you’re always so busy we don’t get days like this often. Is that okay?”

Syo hummed in agreement and packed away the violin. “You’re right. I can practice anytime, but today… you’re a little more important.” He cleared the bed for prime cuddling time. “U-um... can we order food in? I’m more tired than I thought I was…”

“Of course, Syo…” You leaned in and gently held him. He sighed as you ran your hands up and down his arms, feeling the muscles relax under your touch. “Let yourself rest once in a while.” You giggle to yourself as you thought of your next line. “It’s manly to take care of yourself, dear.”

“Alright alright!” Syo pushed you away with pink cheeks. “Just wait there and I’ll order.”

You sat down on the bed as he stepped away. But when he got to the doorframe he turned around and leaned over to you. “Don’t miss me too much, ehehe.” He kissed the tip of your nose and tried to walk away, but was stopped by you grabbing onto him and toppling the both of you back on the bed. The pink on his cheeks turned to red at your bold gesture.

“I won’t, but I’ll be right here, waiting.” He got back up slowly, eyes on you as he left the room. Just as he was about to be out of earshot, you said to yourself, “And I always will be.”

You thought he didn’t hear you, but you didn’t see him covering his face as he found his phone in the room over. He wouldn’t get used to how sweet you were to him, but he was looking forward to every word.

#utapri #uta no prince sama #syo kurusu #reader insert #starish #imagine #syo x reader

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freewheelshippin · 4 years

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FIC: “be proud”

Let me indulge in the fantasy that I got to help, just a little bit, in making one of the only ballads on this earth I like. More “utapri characters that aren’t ranmaru” content than usual, especially Ai, since this is vaguely based on their Idol Songs album!

Content warnings include an allusion to home invasion, Ranmaru’s usual backstory things (i.e. dealing with debt), and some eating/meal scenes.

Ranmaru was surprised to receive the package, a fairly big box from someone he never expected to get mail from. Something in the pit of his stomach half-expected it to be everything he’d sent her, unused and returned to sender.

For a second, he thought he was right. It was a similar array of trinkets and colors as the merch she’d designed for his album, but it quickly became obvious this wasn’t his merch, but hers. Trinkets from her shop, like patches and pins, and one of those handmade prints she liked making on weird paper. Candies he didn’t recognize, some American snacks he did, a little box of something that looked homemade with a hand-scrawled label on it. At the bottom, a shirt, printed with a cleaned version of an album art draft he’d especially liked but the agency didn’t approve. Folded within it, a note, written in English on one side and clumsy Japanese on the other.

Yo, Kurosaki!

I know I already messaged you thanks for sending me my comp copies of everything, but I wanted to return the favor! You really didn’t have to go out of your way get it to me like that, much less pack in all the other shit you did. But I’m glad you did! It arrived on the day I got another rejection, one I was really hoping would pan out. I got back all the time I would’ve spent feeling sorry for myself and instead just wanted to try again. That’s kind of the message I got from the sound of your album, so I guess it’s appropriate!

Honestly, even if it was tough figuring things out sometimes, I had more fun on that job than any other one I can think of. You don’t have much to apologize for, I’ve survived way worse than some grumpy e-mails from a cool client, and you actually had pretty good feedback to offer. I think the end result was pretty metal. (Or well, rock, since it’s your shit, after all.)

If you’re cool with it, I think it’d be fun to keep sharing our work with one another, outside of just being a client and artist. Get some fresh perspectives, you know? You know where to message me if you think so, too.

-- M

P.S. You’re the first person to get this custom pick I got designed. Be grateful (LOL).

Taped to it, there was a pearlescent pick, red and black with white lettering. Ranmaru took it off, careful not to tear the paper, and ran his fingers over it. It wasn’t even close to the type he’d tolerate using if he wasn’t going to finger-pluck his bass.

He clasped it in his hand, pausing for a moment, before he let out a ‘hmph,’ equal parts amused, relieved, and a little bit giddy.

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“...Ranmaru,” Ai said, looking at him with those big saucer eyes. Sometimes Ranmaru felt like the guy never blinked, which made his curious once-overs scarier than he’d ever admit to.

“What,” he growled back.

“...according to every piece of data I know about you…” he started. He already didn’t like where this was going. “Nothing would point to you being the cell phone charm type.”

“So?!” he barked, frowning at Ai as he self-consciously stuffed his phone into his pocket. It buzzed from a message notification, as if on disastrous cue, making a plasticy noise as it rattled against the charm. “What’s your data know about the real heart of people, anyway,” he continued, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“It hasn’t been wrong about anything yet.” Ai tilted his head. “Why do you have a charm all of a sudden?”

Because I saw she uses one of mine, Ranmaru answered frantically in his head, thinking back to the video chat they’d had where she showed it off. His hand was in his pocket, muffling his phone buzzing as more messages came in. He ran his fingers over the smooth pick, the subtle grooves where the letters were, the jagged hole he’d poked into it, the string that ran through it and knotted into a hole on his case. Because she told me about how much she liked it, so I wanted to return the favor.

“Why is this so goddamn important to you, Ai?” Ranmaru bristled. “Can’t we just get on with work already?”

Ai stared at him a moment longer before shrugging slightly. “I’m simply curious. What would motivate you to act against your usual protocol seems interesting. But if you won’t tell me, I suppose there’s no use prying, especially when we have work to be done.”

Ranmaru grunted back, leaning back to the table and looking over the notes. “We’re decided on what we wanna do for our duet, but we still have to decide on a direction for our solo songs on the album. Something that makes each of us stand out but doesn’t ruin the cohesiveness of the whole thing.”

“You should do something slow,” Ai said, after a moment of thought.

“Why should I?” Ai should know by now Ranmaru wasn’t about that sort of sound, especially when Ai already had the sad lullabies more than mastered. “Nothing about that’s very rock or wild. It won’t work with my image. Or do whatever that “gap” shit is that people like…”

“Really?” Ai looked at him again. “Ballads are an intrinsic part of rock music, and wouldn’t it be ideal for communicating feelings that aren’t as energetic as your usual work?”

“You should’ve just said power ballad in the first place,” Ranmaru grunted, but he had to admit it wasn’t a bad idea. “It’d work better with your usual style. And the duet, from how it’s going so far.” The biggest problem Ranmaru could think of was he couldn’t imagine what on earth he’d want to sing about in one.

“Then it’s decided,” Ai said decisively.

“...Oi, Ai, when did I say I agreed to this?” The kind of thing he’d rather shape into a ballad instead of his usual, urging style was a complete mystery, which Ranmaru didn’t like the idea of committing to in a partner project and on a deadline, even if it was months away. But like hell he’d admit that to someone else in Quartet Night, much less Ai, who’d just give him “logical” suggestions Ranmaru already knew he’d hate.

“Was your reasoning not enough?” Ai tilted his head. Ranmaru met his eye. Something about the curiosity on that blank face felt less pointlessly prying this time. Now it was more like someone who just wanted to see something new.

Ranmaru couldn’t fault him for that. And he was due to challenge himself in this way, anyways.

“....Fine. Whatever. That means you can’t do your usual sentimental stuff. You should do something that’ll lift everyone up after the heaviness of the other songs.”

“That sounds logical,” Ai replied. His eyes moved to Ranmaru’s pocket as it buzzed once again, but quickly turned back as they brainstormed ideas.

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He wiped his eyes as he leaned back from the computer, surprised by how quickly and unbidden they came. He hastily tore up a strip of paper and hung it over the camera built into the laptop -- he knew it wasn’t on. This wasn’t a video call. But the idea of someone seeing him like this felt surreal and, frankly, too scary to confront right now.

They chatted a lot more, now. It’d been about half a year since they’d started talking outside of work. It wasn’t just occasionally sharing art and music with each other anymore, either, it was a big stew of ideas, inspiration. A lot of breaking down what they liked in all the albums they shared with one another, and how they wanted to integrate all that in their work. Her siphoning gear and singing tips off of him, while she broke down expressions and visual composition to a science to help him out with modelling. And amid all that, something easygoing. Complaining about work, about weird clients, about shitty train rides, but also the nice parts of their days, too.

He’d gotten short with her today, and she got frustrated with him. They argued -- for the first time since they’d tossed aside client-and-professional for friends-and-colleagues -- and it turned out she was as passionate a spitfire as he, assuming she got in the right mood.

And in the middle of all that furious typing, she paused.

M: You know, it’s kind of relieving to argue with you like this.

Ranmaru was so startled, he forgot the point he was making.

R: what the hell are you talking about?

M: oh, come on, we both know I’ve used diplomacy to handle your grouchiness before, and that worked fine enough then. But I just appreciate that I trust you enough to not take such a safe approach, for once, and the thing you’re most upset about is that I didn’t feel comfortable calling you out on your horseshit sooner.

Ranmaru didn’t have an answer for that as she typed on and off. He imagined if this were a verbal conversation, this would be the point where he’d just listen while she strung her thoughts together -- wordily, but getting to good enough of a point that it was worth letting her meander.

Instead, she cut right to a point he wasn’t expecting.

M: hey, I’m not taking back anything I said, but I probably should’ve asked sooner. Are you doing OK? You always get stuck in asshole mode for a reason. I don’t have classes to teach today, so you can bend my ear if you need to. even on voice chat, if you like, japanese or english.

An uncomfortable wave of relief washed over him. He hadn’t told her about it, but things were the kind of stressful that pushed his stoic approach to its limits. Too many deadlines at work. Too many people there talking, too few saying anything he gave a damn about. Money was tight this month -- the debt collectors suddenly hiked up what he owed, and they’d banged down his door to “tell” him that. And another shitty argument with Camus, after he “freed” all his bananas for some ridiculous flambe parfait he just had to have for lunch on a day when Ranmaru couldn’t afford any.

This was just how things were. Why was he upset about it now? He was beyond cursing how things had turned out for him. Making useless wishes when there wasn’t anything to do but work and survive until he didn’t have anything to lament.

M: alright that’s a suspiciously long amount of time between messages for you when you’re riled up. are you OK? It’s fine if you’re not, and it’s fine if you don’t wanna talk to me about it, but i’m here if you want. If something’s really eating at you, that’s more important than me being mad. (for now, anyway)

It felt surreal as he leaned back to the computer and felt his fingers find the keys as he started finding the right words.

R: it’s not a light subject R: and it’s not on you to deal with it M: LOL bro c’mon. M: I eat heavy for breakfast, and I said I’m here for you. M: lay it on me

He wiped his tears away with his sleeve. It’d been long enough since he’d cried that he didn’t even think about how it’d smudge his makeup and stain his clothes, but he didn’t especially care as he started to explain himself, the words coming out hesitantly until they coalesced into a small cascade of short, tight sentences, heavy with years of restrained sorrow he’d ignored so aggressively until now.

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Recording Haruhana went well. Ranmaru expected it to, somewhat. Ai’s cold problem-solving could be annoying, but they never got in the way of the heart of his vocals. Their voices blended into an interesting harmony, and the acoustic guitar bridged their styles into a bittersweet sound they slipped into easily enough that recording sessions went uneventfully.

“It does not surprise me, but.“ Ranmaru couldn’t bring himself to outright glower at Ai as they stopped recording and stepped away from the mics. “You’re very good at conjuring a strong, wistful image with your voice.”

“Then why do you look surprised…” he grunted back, loosening and lowering the mic for whoever had it next. “...You do it well, too, but we already knew that.”

“The heart of things you’re so obsessed with,” he said plainly. “It wouldn’t do if we couldn’t bring truth to the emotions we write about.”

Ranmaru hadn’t given much thought to why Ai’s songs were so lamenting and sad, for the most part. He’d acknowledged they were genuine, had a tone color that suited him right, and made the fans happy. Truthfully, he’d only thought of those songs in the context of work -- Ai was a rival and a colleague he respected enough to sing with and not want to lose to, so he’d only looked at his songs from that standpoint, too. But Ranmaru realized better, now, just how good Ai was at sharing sadness that wasn’t so heavy it dragged people down with it. Wistfulness that grasped forward towards something, like a greater understanding.

“How’s the ballad going?”

Ranmaru clicked his tongue. “How’s your synthpop bubblegum bullshit going?” he shot back.

“Well,” Ai replied, unfazed. “I have the chord progressions and kits mapped out.”

“Good for you, then,” he grunted back. Great. So Ai was making good progress while Ranmaru hadn’t made any.

“Are you struggling?”

“Isn’t that the point of a ballad?!” Hopefully Ai couldn’t argue with that and would leave him alone from there.

“Shouldn’t you defer to a composer or lyricist if you’re stuck?”

Ranmaru glared at Ai. “If it’s a ballad, I should write it myself, not leave it to someone who’s just gonna put words and music I don’t mean into my mouth.”

“Past data suggests you won’t back down about this,” Ai said smoothly, stacking the notes and papers they’d brought into the studio neatly. “I suppose I should wish you luck, in that case, and remind you this is my album, too, and it’s the fans who are most important.”

“I know that,” Ranmaru spat, long done fussing with the mic.

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R: you hate ballads, right M: I sure do! :D R: why M: too slow for my tastes, sentimentality done like that isn’t my thing, don’t always feel genuine, you know R: that’s literally every problem i have with the big project at work right now M: oh no you have to make a ballad?? Like….poppy enough for shining agency and all that? Oh boy.... R: what’s your advice to making a ballad you don’t hate, then M: HMMMMMMMMMMMMM M: pass a kidney stone M: WAIT RANDY COME BACK I’LL HELP FOR REAL R: If you want to help why are you calling me randy?! M: suffering is the root of all good ballads. I’m helping R: can you at least remind me what the one ballad you like is M: oh, turn on your light M: judas priest M: it’s always judas priest R: so why don’t you hate it R: other than it’s judas priest M: oh, nothing big M: my first gf just made me a mixtape and confessed with it is all M: and that was my entry point into western metal M: sealing my fate forever as a queer metalhead and thereby forming the foundation of all my aesthetic, social, musical, and auditory sensibilities forevermore M: and some other stuff R: oh is that all “We are about to arrive at ____ station, please make your way to the doors if your stop is ____ station....”

R: what’s the other stuff M: oh dw about it M: it’s, you know, the stuff everyone brings to listening. the mushy baggage that lets ‘em connect with strangers. you know how it is

The train arrived right after that message went through, and he had to put his phone away over questioning her further. Recently, he’d felt more irritated with himself than usual. He knew he got this way when he felt he owed someone and hadn’t done his part to even the score.

He was kind of in the same camp as she when it came to slow songs. Rock was about energy, passion, an urging sense of power, and even if he could understand why those slower songs were important, it didn’t mean they had to always resonate with him. He thought about their exchange. She dropped art into their chats a lot because, as she insisted, it helped having a musician look at her work, instead of another illustrator. And he liked her perspective for the same reason -- more personal than a fan, but more refreshing than everyone else at the agency.

Really, it sounded like what made the ballad feel genuine was the context she could apply. It wasn’t just a song, but a personal gesture that singled her out from the millions of other people who’d hear the song and imagine it was for them.

Ranmaru frowned as he exited the train station. The solution to his ballad problem was simple, so obvious he felt stupid for overlooking it. If he expected people to connect to his music, he had to give people something to connect to. All he had to do was what he always did -- just go for what his heart told him to. No frills, no fancy trimmings, just something he wanted to honestly express.

He strung basslines in his head as he walked to his apartment. Let the music-making guide him, instead of demanding it follow rigid instructions. As he pushed the key into the lock, he caught the faint stain of his eyeliner on his sleeve.

Don’t look at me … while I dry my eyes....

His stomach lurched a little, but moreso he felt his body surge with the truth of the song he wanted to write. The same rush of a surging venue, somehow, but with the kind of wistfulness and earnest desire he appreciated in Ai’s work more now.

Tama had started to squeeze through the little crack in the door, investigating why Ranmaru had just stood there like an idiot for so long.

“...c’mon, you little dope,” Ranmaru said softly, surprised how breathy he needed to keep his voice to get past the tightness in his chest. He squatted down, scooped the soft little creature up, and walked straight to his workspace. He did the once-over his apartment he’d gotten in recent habit of, seeing if anything had been seized by the collectors while he was gone, before depositing Tama on a cat tree where Mike was sitting. He hummed a melody that was quickly taking shape, his hands barely keeping up as he grabbed a scrap of paper, scrawling notes as fast as his hands would let him.

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Reiji looked up at Ranmaru in disbelief. Ranmaru scowled back.

“If you don’t want it,” he growled, reaching for the box he’d put in front of Reiji. “I’ll fucking take it back.”

“No! No no no, Ranran, I’m so grateful!” Reiji exclaimed, scrambling to slide it out of Ranmaru’s reach.

“Humph! If I didn’t know of your peasant tastes,” Camus started from across the table. “I’d just tell you you’re better off skipping this slop.”

“Oi!” Ranmaru pointed a spoon threateningly at Camus. “You don’t have to eat, asshole! You still owe me for ruining my bananas, and as far as I’m concerned this just means you owe me another meal!”

“You think your pauper’s tongue deserves the fineries I’d select, I see,” Camus said challengingly, tilting his head and crossing his legs. Ranmaru was a hair trigger away from just throwing the box with Camus’s portion right at him. Maybe it’d ruin that stupid suit and he’d learn to shut up.

“He-heeeey, Ranran, everything smells super good….I’m so excited to dig right in, but are those sauces I see?” Reiji interrupted. Ranmaru clenched his fist around the spoon as he turned his glower towards him.

He slammed the spoon down in front of Reiji. “Which sauce do you want, the spicy chili one or ketchup,” he managed through gritted teeth.

“O- ohhh, wow! So gourmet! We have options!” Reiji cheered, in that singsongy way he did when he was trying to smooth over disasters. “Ranran, I knew you could cook, but I never knew you were so talented! I wonder what’s in ---” Ranmaru was losing his patience, and he grabbed the bottle of homemade chili sauce, hovering it above Reiji’s portion. The bottle sputtered as the air escaped, and Ranmaru’s grip threatened to explode the whole thing right then and there. “ -- I’ll have just a little bit of the spicy one, haha…”

Ranmaru held his gaze a moment more before he focused back on the food, squeezing a reasonable amount onto Reiji’s portion. He opened the box with Camus’s, already dressed with a mountain of sweet chili sauce, stabbed the spoon into it, and slid it over.

“Is this omurice?” Ai asked. Ranmaru handed him his own box.

“Is the rice in the omelet?” he grunted. “It’s just a stuffed omelet you eat with rice.”

“Mm-mm! So good! I’ve never had spices quite like these! Is this a secret specialty dish you’ve been hoarding to yourself?”

Ranmaru, at this point, just wanted to sit down and eat. “No,” he grumbled, hoping they’d get the picture.

“I can’t recognize this preparation against any recipe I know of. Did you make it up yourself?”

“It’s one from a friend, alright? She sent me a bunch of chilis and herbs and I had to make something to use them all up. If you don’t like it, then you don’t have to eat it. Stop asking questions and let me eat!”

They ate quietly for a while, much to Ranmaru’s relief. Camus, of all people, was the one to end the silence.

“Kurosaki,” he said, taking an odd tone for a conversation with Ranmaru. “....You will share the recipe for this sauce immediately,” he said, an odd hush to his voice.

“And what if I don’t,” Ranmaru sneered back, feeling just a little smug. “You gonna pass out from a sugar crash and finally give me some peace?”

Before Camus finished his reply, Ranmaru took a bottle from his bag and tossed it at Camus, who disappointingly kept his composure through the surprise. “Maybe you’ll learn to eat some meat, now that you’ve got a way to slather it in sugar.”

The rest of Quartet Night all stopped again in surprise, the same way they did when Ranmaru said he’d made them all lunch for today. Their eyes burned on Ranmaru as he went back to his meal, and he tried very, very hard to not let it bother him.

“...Ranran, you’ve been acting different lately. Did you--”

“No,” he growled. “Whatever you think it is, no.”

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M: oh dang M: wow dude M: i really don’t know what to say

Ranmaru stared at his phone in the dark, waiting as feedback from the other side of the world came in.

M: you fucking nailed it. I don’t know how you did it, like a week ago this wasn’t anything. M: now it’s a whole new side of you i don’t think your discography’s shown off yet M: the fans are gonna go apeshit

The rest of the song came to him in the kind of exciting, passionate fervor where his hands couldn’t keep up with the ideas. The melody followed the bassline very naturally, peppered in by flashes of lyrics that slowly built and reorganized themselves. And from there, more instrumentation became evident. What he had now was just enough to make the soul of the song clear, finished late tonight in the studio.

Already his head was filled with what more he could add, but they blended into blur of ideas he was too tired to separate.

M: can I confess something? I mean, i don’t know why I’m asking, you’re probably already asleep M: what you have here already made me cry a little bit M: i don’t know what you did, but you made a ballad that works so well. It really feels personal and so full of the soul everyone loves you for, but there’s something really sad and kind in there that makes my heart squeeze. M: and that’s even in the lyrics! (what i can understand of them, anyway haha) but you know how saccharine I find ballad lyrics most of the time!!! M: then again, it is you. I don’t think there’s anything you could ever make that would feel disingenuous lmao M: is it too late to ask if i can illustrate this album too....would Ai and the agency let me do that…. M: i can draw something that’s soft and rock as shit!!!! M: anyways M: you’re probably dead asleep but just know this: good work, dude. M: it really felt like you were saying something very heartfelt, even in this rough cut, and i think how personal that voice is is gonna make everyone feel such a feeling. M: it sure made me feel one!

He locked his phone, tearing himself away from the slow stream of messages coming in. He laid on his back, phone facedown in the blanket, as he stared up into the dark swallowing the room back up again. Every part of his body felt like it was on fire, burning to get back into the studio.

The lyrics weren’t complete yet. He wasn’t the poetic type, so it’s not as if he’d let himself overthink his words and lose their heart in too many revisions, but there were still blanks. The phrase that’d pull it all together, the words that summarized the message of the song, they still weren’t there, but he could feel himself getting closer.

It was about paying an unspoken debt, and it was about shame, but above all, it was about pride. In himself, for letting himself reach this point, and in someone else. That was the sort of connection he could sing himself to tears with, whether on the stage, the studio, or the clean, edited album, and for that, he was proud.

#iron maiden & rocka rolla #scribblings #it's been a while since i procrastinated shit i had to do with furious fic writing #and i've been some kind of feral lately over Be Proud like the song #so i guess this is where we're at lads

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reijiwiththegoodhair · 4 years

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Items I have for sale are now in a Google Form. Some items are already claimed and sold out but there's still plenty available!

Please read the following first:

The form will be updated periodically as items are purchased. When a large portion of items have been sold, I will close the form and create a new one when I'm ready.

Items are generally organized by character, but some items may be sold separately, such as clear files.

For character sets, I may give priority to those who are willing to buy an entire set of items.

No haggling!

I'm willing to hold items until around February or March of 2021, but you must pay for the item soon after the invoice is sent.

If you have an order I haven't packed/shipped yet, I may be able to combine it right away.

I will only ship via Japan Post, NO FedEx, DHL, etc. If you have a forwarding service I can ship to them as well.

PayPal invoices will come from "SCHIZO-ALIAS" ([email protected]). Please WAIT for this invoice--I have to check item availability first so do NOT pay in advance, please!

The invoice will list the items that were available at the time you signed up; claimed items will not be included.

If all of the items you requested were already claimed, you won't receive an invoice. I will try to provide updates about claimed items, so if you see that something was sold and you didn't get an invoice for it, it's safe to say that it's already been sold to someone else.

In separate news, I have also created a new private Twitter account just for group orders and sales, . Approval is required to follow so please allow a few hours before I accept!

#utapri for sale #utapri merchandise #uta no prince sama #utapri

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amisbro · 3 years

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Here’s an interesting thought

So I was gone from this site since...December of 2019 and one thing that I was following on twitter was the pretty much all of the news that was coming up and out of the UtaPri franchise and its fascinating to see that ,no matter the circumstances, that series (and fandom) is still trucking even given the conditions we have lived in and will continue to for a little bit. It is fascinating to see how much the fandom on say...twitter has really helped that series pretty much remain in the minds of everyone that is a part of it. It don’t matter if you were a QN fan ,STARISH fan or HEAVENS fan but there has been a very big plethora of content over there which is always interesting. I’ve wondered if that is where all of the content creators for the series at this point went to but then again...I’ve not been here for almost 2 years so I wouldn’t know. I HOPE...and its a big one that the fandom for UtaPri here didn’t completely pack up and leave here but you never know. It’s going to be interesting to see who all from the fandom is still here and who left because it would be LOVELY to get to speak with some of you again on here. It’s easier to find someone to have a back and forth on here I think that it is twitter (and the notis here don’t get broken like they do there...holy crap!) Hopefully later today I will have some more to talk about (especially doing a thing about Season 4 being the “Filler season” and how that was a mess) but until then friends...take care

#Amisbro #Late Nite Thoughts #UtaPri fandom #good to be back

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Fashion Central

Takes place before the Magi Love Kingdom movie for UtaPri and after chapter 280 for Skip Beat.

It should have been an enjoyable three-week school trip to Japan. Three weeks of seeing the sights, learning a bit about the culture and soaking up new experiences in a new country. Except it hadn't been so far. Lila had taken credit for all the tours that had been booked. They’d had to fund-raise over €50 000 for it and thanks to Lila, Marinette had had to do most of the work herself. Chloe’s dad had donated a decent chunk of money for the trip but it still took multiple bake sales, car washes, raffles, auctions and even a go fund me page to reach their goal. She had even had to pay for certain tours out her own pocket as Mlle Bustier had insisted those tours be included in their trip. Once it had been met, however, Lila had swooped in and claimed all the credit for it. She had done this so often that Lila’s actions didn’t surprise Marinette anymore, though it still stung.

The flight had gone well and despite all her travels, Lila had made a fuss of how uncomfortable her seat was and had had the whole class in a rush to offer her their travel pillows. They had made snide remarks about the fact that Marinette hadn’t offered her pillow, even though Marinette was using hers and they hadn’t even thought to use theirs. Marinette had simply put her headphones on and played the set of four unreleased Jagged Stone songs as she designed his new album cover. She spent the first 3 hours of the 12.5-hour flight doing the album cover making sure she was happy with it before saving it and sitting back to relax. She changed her playlist to one she had made that included some of the songs from the idol groups Starish, Quartet Night and Heavens. She even included some of Fuwa Sho’s songs simply so that she could recognise them but they weren’t ones she truly enjoyed.

She knew that most of her class hadn’t taken the time to learn Japanese but as soon as she knew where they would be going she had gone to Kagami’s mother and requested her help. She had picked up the language quickly and while she knew she wasn’t fluent and had difficulty reading it she could speak enough of it to ask for directions if she needed them. She would also be able to understand their tour guides even if they didn’t speak French. She was at the point when she didn’t care if her classmates understand what was being said or not. In her opinion, they had chosen the destination, so it was their responsibility to ensure they could understand anything.

Three years ago she would have done just about anything for her class but she no longer cared. They only turned to her when it was convenient for them these days and that wasn’t something she was willing to deal with anymore. She was the new Guardian of the Miraculous and had been ever since Master Fu had been killed by Hawkmoth. Marianne had been with Fu at the time but she hadn’t been able to do anything to help. The only good thing was that Hawkmoth hadn’t been able to get the Miracle Box nor was he able to gain any of the Miraculous’ secrets as they had moved them a week earlier. Fu had even had the forethought to make sure that the real translations of the Grimoire were on a password-protected flash drive and that only fake versions were left on the tablet. As a result, she had been able to cast a spell that would stop Mayura and Hawkmoth being able to use their powers, although it wouldn't stop them from being able to transform. If they did transform though they would fall very ill for three days for each time they transformed while the spell was in effect.

She had the Miracle box in her luggage as she didn’t want her parents to find it if they ever went into her room. She didn’t think they would, but she didn’t want to risk it either, especially since Lila had spread enough of her poison that although her parents still loved her, they weren't as trusting as they used to be. It was currently disguised as a normal jewellery box, but if anyone went into her bag with the intent to steal from her or destroy her things, they would be unable to find it at all. She didn’t trust Lila not to try destroying her things after all.

The first couple of days in Japan had gone well enough. Marinette had managed to get the only individual capsule room as no one wanted to share with her so she had made sure that she locked all her things away whenever she left. She had made sure that any clothes that she had set aside for any special occasions were kept beneath the false bottom of her bag when she packed it. In truth anything she placed any value in or that could be easily destroyed was hidden in compartments within her bags, she had also made sure to include at least two days worth of everyday clothes in the sealed compartments, just in case. It had proven to be a good idea when she had seen a fine powder on the edge of her bag which had proven to be itching powder. So she had had to send all the clothes from the normal part of her bag to be washed. Alix and Kim had been very annoyed when they had seen that their 'prank' hadn't worked.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

On the fourth day, the class was in Japan, she woke up without her alarm. At first, she was happy about this only for Tikki to hold up her phone sadly. It had been hacked overnight and all her alarms had been deleted. As had all her pictures and numbers and any documents she had stored on it, even some of her games! Marinette sighed, grateful that she had taken to keeping everything important written down in a notebook, that was easily overlooked. She was also grateful that she had backed up all her phone data on a cloud server under an alias as she no longer trusted Max. Seeing that it was already 9 am and that her class left for their day trip at 8.30 Marinette decided that she wouldn’t bother to join them. They would soon find that she had made all the reservations in her name and not under the school’s name so they wouldn’t be granted access without her.

Instead, she decided that she would take her sketchbook and go to the park that she had seen on her map. Tikki flew into the messenger bag that Marinette had brought with her instead of a handbag and the two of them left the hotel. Marinette chose to stop at a coffee shop and get something to eat on the way to the park. She wasn’t sure what she wanted so she got a simple bento and a green tea to go and carried on. When she got to the park she noticed a large area of it was surrounded by cameras and decided to avoid it.

The universe had other ideas for her however as no sooner had she settled down and started drawing then there was a huge commotion. She packed everything away and walked over to the girl that was dressed in a blindingly pink overall with orange hair. The girl was sitting on the ground looking very upset about something. Perhaps it was her Ladybug side kicking in, or maybe she just couldn't help herself these days, but Marinette couldn't help but get up to see if she could help.

“Are you alright?” Marinette asked her, all the while trying to make sure she had the right words and pronunciation.

“I’m alright,” the girl replied sadly, “But the clothes that I was carrying probably aren’t.”

It was then that Marinette looked around and saw all the clothes strewn around them on the grass. She also saw that the girl was on the verge of having a panic attack and made a quick decision.

“Would you like some help?”

“Yes please!”

Marinette helped the girl pick up the clothes and made sure that there were no grass stains on them. She also checked for any that had rips or tears and made sure they went to one side so that they could be repaired, explaining to her companion why she was doing that and rushing to reassure her that she would help with any repairs needed. Finally, they had all the clothes in two piles and Marinette made sure to get the pile that needed repairs before letting her pink clothed companion lead the way.

“My name is Marinette by the way”

“I'm Mogami Kyoko,” the girl replied, “ You didn't give your surname are you really alright with me using your first name?” Marinette could have kicked herself for forgetting the custom of only using surnames until you were granted the persons permission to use their first name.

“My surname is Dupain-Cheng, so I think it might be easier to just use my first name. Feel free to shorten that to Mari if you like. My friend's mom said that it might be easier to pronounce than my full name.” Marinette babbled with a blush to cover for her mistake. “I'm from France so I tend to forget some things. Feel free to correct my pronunciation as well as I've only just learned how to speak Japanese and I know I still say things wrong on occasion.”

“If that's the case you speak well for a non-native speaker.”

Marinette jumped as a male voice spoke from somewhere on her right. She looked around and couldn't stop herself from blushing. She had been so focused on Kyoko that she hadn't noticed they had reached where they needed to be and that almost everybody was looking at them. She was mortified to realise that almost every single person around them was famous. The one that had spoken was Ren Tsuruga, no Tsuruga Ren she corrected herself mentally. The other men that were standing around her were the members of Starish, Quartet Night and Heavens.

“I'm sorry if I'm intruding, I saw Mogami-san slip and wanted to help her. I offered to help anything that might have been damaged...” Marinette didn't realise she slipped into French in her flustered state, however, it seemed that he still understood her as he held up a hand with a smile.

“It's quite alright Mlle. Dupain-Cheng,” he said in French a smile on his face. “These things happen. Thank you for helping Mogami-san. You said you could help fix anything that is damaged?”

Marinette looked at him in surprise,

she hadn't known that he would be able to speak French, though it made sense that he could as he is a model along with being an actor.

“I can,” she reassured everyone. “I design in my free time. I hadn't expected to be doing anything today as my class left me behind so I came to the park to relax and do some sketching. If I can help instead that would be great!” She had switched back to Japanese so that everyone could understand her, which everyone seemed to appreciate if she was to judge by the smiles they all wore.

The person in charge of all the outfits walked over at that moment. “If you could help that would be appreciated greatly as we are running short of time as we had a few people call in sick. I'd also like to see some of your designs if I could?”

Marinette handed over her latest sketchbook in answer before asking for some needle and thread and getting to work on all the repairs. She was so focused on what she was doing that she didn't notice the time flying by until someone tapped her on her shoulder.

“Lunchtime!” Kyoko chirped. “It's important not to miss meals. Judging by how focused you were I'd guess you're as bad as Tsuruga-san about remembering to eat though. Please don't tell me that you eat like a bird too?”

“Trust me, I eat way more than a bird ever would,” Marinette said with a laugh. “I've been known to eat enough that people wonder how I stay so small!” Kyoko nodded.

“People wonder the same thing about me. Did you know that your sketchbook has been passed around and almost everyone here has seen it? Even I stole a look and I must say, your designs are amazing!”

Marinette blushed, then thanked her lucky stars that she hadn't put Jagged's newer requests in that book. The downside though was that the was the sketchbook in question was the one she had been sketching in while listening to music from all three idol groups that were currently present and as a result, there were outfits for almost all of them in it. Each of the idols had a different outfit depending on how she pictured them in her mind's eye, yet if you looked at them, each group had a common theme running through it.

For Starish she had gone with a smart-casual vibe, the base colours were Black and gold, yet each idol had a colour as well as certain details that made the outfit unique to them. Quarter Night had an old school formal vibe with the base being a dove grey tone with robins egg blue as accents. This time instead of colour being used to make each outfit unique, she had made sure the cut of each outfit was as unique as the idol wearing it. Heavens had given her more of a challenge as she had wanted to make their outfits look like they had been made from the night sky itself, in an inky blue with silver accents. She had settled for a modern semi-formal look, that was meant to look messy enough to give the illusion of them falling yet still smart enough to be seen in public wearing.

“Thanks, I tend to draw any idea that crosses my mind when I get inspired. Sometimes it's by what I see, sometimes by what I hear and some of the weirder designs that I've drawn come from what I've smelt.” Marinette explained, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Do you always sing while you sew?” Otoya Ittoki asked suddenly.

Marinette froze in embarrassment, her cheeks a shade of red that put her suit to shame.

“I- I what?” She stammered.

“Yes, you were singing as you were fixing all the outfits. I think the song was Set it All Free from the movie Sing,” Ai Mikaze stated rather matter of factually.

“Ugh, I can't believe no one has ever pointed that out to me! Wait don't tell me...” Marinette trailed off as she dived for her bag, completely forgetting that she had an audience, all of whom were chuckling softly by this stage. She was extremely grateful that she had taken the time to re-enter some of the more important numbers under code names, back into her phone before leaving the hotel that morning. She was also grateful for the fact that the person she was about to call was currently in Japan for a working vacation.

“Got it! Now, where was it? There! Come on, please pick up... Penny! It's Marinette here, I've just had it pointed out to me that I sing while I sow. Please tell me Uncle J has never recorded me as I was repairing any of his things... He has! Oh no! Okay has he shown anyone or... Few! No, I just don't think I have a great voice and... Penny! I can't do that! His reputation would tank and then it would be my fault and... Yeah, I get that but still! That's only when there's no-one else around and it's not likely to make anyone worried for his sanity!... Thanks, Penny... Oh, the Album cover? It's almost done as are the next set of Sunglasses so I'll email the designs to you by Sunday at the latest! All the best Penny and don't let Fang boss you around any more than Uncle J does.”

Ranmaru Kurosaki's jaw dropped when he heard what the flustered girl was saying. He only knew of one person who had connections to the names Fang and Penny, and that was Jagged Stone the Rock and Roll artist who had inspired him to reach for his dream. That this girl had simply grabbed her phone and been able to call The Jagged Stone's manager stunned him. It was then that the rest of what she had said, thankful that it was still in Japanese, made its way into his mind and he froze.

“Are you Neti? Jagged Stone's designer and adopted niece? The one he always brags about in interviews?” He demanded.

“Yes?” Marinette replied hesitantly. “I don't normally spread that around though as I'm still in school and I don't want people to try to be my friends just because they know I'm a designer. It's bad enough one girl in our class does that already with other celebrities, I don't want to make it worse.”

She sighed fidgeting slightly before adding “To be honest I wanted to wait until after I finished the online courses I've been doing for ESMOD before I became too well known. I pushed myself to graduate from high school early but despite the school board recognising the fact that I've graduated, the headmaster still demands that I stay with my class as though I'm still a student. At least with sitting at the back, I don't have to worry about anyone seeing what I'm working on. The downside is due to my classes animosity towards me, I can't risk bringing anything that could be important to the school. I even have to be careful with what's on my digital devices.” She sighed again then shrugged. “Three more months and I'll be free,” she murmured more to herself than to them but several people still heard her.

“What do you mean? Is there a reason you were alone in the park today and thus that you were able to spend the day helping Mogami-san and the team with repairing all these outfits?” Tsuruga Ren asked?

Marinette flushed as she sighed yet again and felt very embarrassed but knew that she probably wouldn't be able to leave without telling them the whole story. She braced herself to do just that when she suddenly found herself looking up at the sky with a heavy object sitting on her and wiggling happily.

“Fang! Get off of Neti! You know better, what if she had been busy with something and you damaged it?” An amused yet angry voice yelled drawing nearer as each moment passed.

“Hi Fang, mind getting off of me? I need to greet your daddy and Penny, I was also talking to these nice people and that was rude of you to interrupt.” Marinette was fussing over the salt-water croc as she spoke, reassuring him that she wasn't hurt nor was she angry. In response, the croc rolled onto his back, and in the process off of Marinette, begging for belly scratches much as a dog would. She finally looked up and saw Jagged and Penny smiling down at her and the stunned look on everybody else's faces.

“Why does everybody look so surprised? I had already admitted to knowing Uncle J and Penny so it isn't anything new.” Marinette asked looking bewildered.

It was Camus who answered. “It's one thing to hear that someone knows someone famous and is famous in their own right. It is entirely something else to see for one's self that it's true. Even for Idols like ourselves.”

“Oh! Sorry,” Marinette replied with a soft blush.

Kyoko suddenly spoke up, “It's so cool to meet someone connected to the entertainment industry that won't be directly in the spotlight! What do you love most about fashion?”

That was all that was needed to draw Marinette out of her embarrassment, though it didn't hurt that Penny had pulled Jagged away by his ear with him protesting loudly the whole way. From the sounds of it he had run off as soon as Fangs mysterious ability to find her where ever she was kicked in and as Jagged had been in the middle of an interview at the time, Penny was less than impressed. Fang simply trotted along behind them happily, content at having received his scratches for the day.

For the rest of the afternoon, the two girls spoke whenever they had a free moment with topics ranging from school to fashion to their childhoods and even to the topic of cooking and baking. Eventually, Kyoko gave in and asked if Marinette would like to join her later that day to trade recipes, which Marinette agreed to.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

They met up that night after Marinette cleared it with Mlle Bustier. Marinette had been sneaky with her wording though and as she had it in writing there was nothing Mlle Bustier or the class could do about it. For the remainder of the trip, Marinette could pretty much do as she pleased, up to and including missing all the scheduled tours. The class would soon find she had booked some of the better ones in her name, not under the school's name and if she wasn't there when they went on them, the tour wouldn't happen.

Mlle Bustier had not been happy when Marinette had refused to let them use her name to get into the ones booked under it and had even tried

to punish Marinette when she found out that Marinette had emailed with her picture when she booked as a precaution against Lila claiming that she was Marinette. Marinette had looked at her teacher and tartly stated that the only reason she was still there was because of the incompetence of the school staff and the insistence of the headmaster. She had then shown Mlle Bustier the certified copies of her graduation certificates as well as the very agreement the Mlle Bustier had signed when Marinette had asked to be allowed to do her own thing for the rest of the trip. That had killed all arguments coming from her teacher although it hadn't killed the glares that were being sent her way whenever Marinette made an appearance at the hotel.

On the second day of hanging out with Kyoko, Marinette was introduced to the president of LME. Marinette took one look at him and pulled out her sketchbook. Within seconds she had redesigned his outfit and told him that if he was going to wear cos-play outfits as everyday wear he should at least try to make them a little more practical while still keeping his flamboyant style in mind. It took her a few moments before she remembered who she was talking to before she had a small panic attack but he just laughed and asked if he could commission a few outfits from her. She had also received a massive commission for all of the outfits for the Magi Love Kingdom concert. She wasn't too sure about one of the outfit sets but as it's what they had asked for something fun and off the wall so that's what she had designed.

That was how she found herself working in a design studio in the LME building less than a week later. Since she hadn't had access to her normal sewing supplies, Takarada Lory had given her permission to use one of the lesser-used design rooms. As it was already fitted out with dress forms, sewing machines and other much-needed sowing equipment all Marinette had had to supply was her time and the cloth along with any matching thread that she would be using. Currently, she was working on all the designs she had drawn up for Lory so that she could start working on the concert outfits ASAP. She was grateful that she wouldn't have to make the basic shirts for her screen-print set though.

Marinette had been working hard on the outfits until Kyoko had entered the room and dragged her down to a café area within the building to join her for lunch, LME Hearts. On a normal day, this wouldn't be an issue but today was not a normal day. Today her class was booked to do the tour of LME and it was one of the ones booked under the school's name instead of hers.

The two girls had just sat down to lunch chatting animatedly about different styles of clothes and how they influenced how each character was seen on screen depending on what the style was when a screech cut through the air.

“You! What are you doing here? It's bad enough that you've ruined the school trip by getting us banned from certain tours but now you show up without a shred of remorse for basically stealing the money needed for those tours on one of the few we could still go on.”

Marinette turned at the sound of Ayla's diatribe against her and listened in absolute boredom as Ayla laid out her complaints. Just as she took a breath to continue Marinette decided enough was enough.

“I recommend you get your facts straight before you start complaining Césaire.” Marinette's voice was sharp as she spoke. Out the corner of her eye, she saw Kyoko frantically texting someone but Marinette didn't dwell on that.

“The tours that you were unable to take were not paid for out of the money that the class but out of money I had earned from my commissions. The only reason I booked them in the first place was because I felt compelled to. Either way that money has since been refunded to me as I cancelled them due to your actions. You wouldn't have been able to take them as they were booked under my name for the very reason I have just given you aka I PAID FOR THEM! Had one of you not hacked my phone a week ago, you would still be able to take those tours.”

Marinette's tone as she spoke was fraught with anger and she had crossed her arms across her chest as she spoke. She knew she was probably being slightly cruel but she was past caring. Adrien was frantically trying to get her attention, probably to tell her to calm down and stick to the status quo but Marinette no longer cared. Why should she? The only times Adrien spoke to her these days was to tell her to calm down and to take the high ground. It was as her class started screaming at her again that Marinette noticed the ring on Adrien's finger. A ring she recognised as being Chat Noir's ring from when she had been Lady Noir.

Marinette cursed softly then muttered the spell that would cause Plagg to bring the ring to her when it was safe for him to do so. If Adrien couldn't support her as a civilian, how could she trust him to support her as Ladybug? Chat Noir hadn't been at three-quarters of the more recent battles anyway. She wished she could use the same spell to bring the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculi to her but the caster had to be able to see the Miraculous and be within a certain distance for it to be effective. She wished that she hadn't figured out that Adrien and Chat Noir were the same person but what's done was done and she had to accept that.

She knew that Adrien was a good person, just miss guided at times, who had too much faith in people due to his very sheltered upbringing. She also knew that the main reason that he refused to act against Lila was because he had grown up in an environment that had made clear to him that if you ignored the lies and rumours that were spread through magazines, they went away. If only real life was the same.

Marinette realised she was getting distracted so she quickly returned her attention to what was happening in front of her, only to have to stop herself from rolling her eyes. As usual, Lila was making herself out to be the victim saying that Marinette was jealous and that she was lying about having paid for the extra tours herself. Marinette shook her head and turned her attention back to Kyoko to apologise for what was happening, only for Kyoko to explain she had had to deal with something similar due to her childhood friend turned adversary slash pet peeve Fuwa Sho. Marinette was about to say more when she felt movement behind her and started to turn again.

Her movement was soon halted as she felt something warm and wet trickle down her back. She sighed and said a quick prayer of thanks for the fact that what she was wearing was something that was easy to clean and that she had an extra shirt in her bag.

“Seriously?” half moaned as she turned to face the perpetrator and came face to face with Alix. “How old are you again, five? That was just plain stupid and juvenile as well as being a waste of good coffee! Ugh!” Marinette took her jacket off to check how bad it was and shook her head. “Well, this will need a wash soon but at least it won't stain.”

“Pass it here,” Kyoko piped up. She couldn't understand most of what was being said as she had only just started to learn French but she from what she could see, she knew that the jacket would need to be cleaned as would the shirt. “We have a washing machine and dryer in the building for some of the costumes and in case of accidents. There are also spare clothes that might fit if you need them.”

Marinette gratefully handed her jacket over and was about to start talking to her class again when Jagged walked in, Penny running after him scolding him.

“Neti, I need a break! Sing with me?” He exclaimed then gave her puppy eyes as he asked her to sing with him.

Marinette nodded then reflexively caught the guitar that was carelessly chucked in her direction. She headed to the small stage in LME Hearts and smirked at him then played the opening riffs of Do What You Gotta Do (From "Descendants 3") by Dove Cameron and Cheyenne Jackson. He laughed and nodded, joining in on the keyboard, using it to add in the extra instruments that were needed for the song and started the duet with both of them goofing off completely and acting as though they were the characters in the song.

They were so busy teasing each other while singing that neither of them noticed her classes stunned looks nor the person that was streaming their little performance. By the end of the song, they had ended up being back to back in a way that practically screamed that they had done the routine before. Jagged then started a new song that was more bass-heavy and Marinette closed her eyes before singing in a clear voice. The song wasn't one anybody in the café recognised though. (Alright by Tadpole) The song seemed to have been written especially for the girl that was singing it as fit her a little too well for her classes comfort.

Lila, seeing that the attention was no longer on her, tried to make up another story only to find a rather intimidating man staring down at her.

“You are Lila Rossi, yes?” He asked in a slightly accented though very firm voice which caught the attention of most of the class as well as Mlle Bustier's attention.

“Yes, I am,” Lila replied in what she thought was a confident tone of voice.

“Good. I am Lory Takrarada. I own this building as well as the agency that is run within it. You have 10minutes to remove yourself before I lay charges against you for assault and deformation.”

“You can't do that!” Mlle Bustier exclaimed.

“Ah but I can” Lory stated with a soft smile. “You see, when I met Marinette a few days ago I thought her name sounded familiar, so I did a little digging. What I found shocked me. Multiple complaints of bullying placed by her against the very class she had travelled here with. Some of those can be traced back to before you joined her class but the majority were placed after you joined. I then found Mlle Césaire's tabloid-style blog and all the tripe that she has posted on it. Since that is a public blog, I sent the links to a number of the people mentioned on it. Each of those people has laid charges against both Mlle Césaire and Mlle Rossi.” Lory's stern expression hadn't changed despite the news he was delivering to them.

“Tabloid! I'll have you know I checked my facts before posting anything!” Alya spluttered indignantly.

“No you didn't, or you wouldn't be in the situation you are now in.”

“You can't lay any charges against us as we are not Japanese citizens,” Lila said confidently.

“I think you'll find he can, Mlle Rossi,” a stern-looking woman said as she walked over. “I am Mogami Saena. I will be representing Mlle Dupain-Cheng along with everyone else you are being charged by. Before you ask, yes, I am qualified to do so as I took the international exams.”

“But, but Maritrash isn't even a proper designer!” Alya chocked out.

Marinette had walked over soon after Lory had approached Lila. “Actually, Césaire, thanks to being left behind when my phone got hacked, I have been able to meet several people. One of those people was Takarada-sama here and when he saw my designs he contacted a good friend of his with copies I had given him. As soon as she saw them, she had a contract sent through to him. I am now a proud designer for Swan Designs under Julie Hizuri nee Swan herself. I'm returning to Paris to finish my education at Esmod but after that, I will be moving here to work with Takarada-sama on various projects.”

“ESMOD! You haven't graduated from my class yet!” Mlle Bustier said in shock.

“I'm only in your class because M. Damocles is too lazy to fill in the paperwork that says I've already graduated despite the board of governors and the Department of Education having processed my exams already.” Marinette's voice was dry as she spoke, telling the class exactly what she thought of what she had just said.

“I told you all that the other day, as well as showed you my certificates if you remember. Either way, I'm done. I'm over being treated like something I'm not. I'm tired of being your scapegoat and I'm tired of you telling me to be a good influence on your class when it's not my job."

Marinette then turned and walked over to where Kyoko was waiting for her. The two girls left together to get Marinette into a clean shirt so that her current one and her jacket could be washed.

Paris six months later:

Marinette looked around her room for the last time. She had finally finished sorting out the paperwork that had been needed to be completed for her to move her main study location from Paris to Tokyo. While the paperwork itself had been completed quickly, she had had to find and beat Hawkmoth before thinking about submitting her request. Finding out that Gabriel Agreste had been Hawkmoth had come as a very nasty surprise for Marinette but she hadn't let it affect her passion for fashion. It had just made her even happier that she had agreed to sign with Swan Designs.

Her class had been very subdued for the rest of the trip to Japan and had become prime bait for Hawkmoth after their return. While Marinette wasn't happy about using her classmates that way, she had done so anyway. She had set a trap to lure Hawkmoth out of his lair and once he was in view she had used the same spell for his Miraculous that she had used for Chat Noir’s. When Nooroo had shown up in her room later that night looking exhausted and on the verge of collapse she had been quick to give him a potion that removed the negative energy from him. By doing this she fixed the damage that Hawkmoth had done to the Miraculous as well as freed Nooroo to be able to reveal who Hawkmoth had been.

This let Marinette figure out who Mayura was and from there it had been simple for her to sneak into the Agreste mansion with Trixx's help. She had quickly stolen everything Miraculous related for the safe and set a virus into the computer network that whipped all of their saved data about the Miraculous. It was while she was doing a final check for anything she might have missed within the mansion that she had found Mrs Agreste. It turned out she was in a coma from using a Broken Miraculous too often. After some quick thinking, Marinette had been able to basically kidnap her and get her to a hospital. Since she hadn't used her powers, she was able to explain to the hospital what needed to be done to heal her. A quick trip home to brew the correct potions and Mrs Agreste was on the road to recovery without anyone being the wiser.

Marinette couldn't wait to get back to Japan and start attending their branch of ESMOD whilst still working for Swan Designs. She knew that the friends she had made during her trip there were true friends and she was eager to see them again. As for the video that had been streamed of Jagged and herself goofing around in LA Hearts, well it had gone viral in next to no time and Jagged's popularity had skyrocketed. Her own had too but she hadn't let it influence her. She still firmly believed that she was a normal girl, who lived a mostly normal life. She just had a touch more luck than most people!

The lawsuits that Lila and Alya were facing had made Lila's mother ship her back to Italy to start attending a reform school there to make up for all the school she had missed in France. Signora Rossi had not been happy when she had found out what Lila had done and had supported the people who were suing her daughter. Lila would spend her life paying all the fines that her lies had racked up.

Alya had been devastated when, upon arrival back home, her parents had made her take down her blog and leave a message on its old domain with an explanation of what had happened. They had proofread it to make sure that Alya hadn't lied or tried to shift the blame before allowing her to post it. Much like Lila, Alya would have to spend a long time working to pay off the fines she had.

As for Adrien and the rest of Marinette's old class, they had had to deal with numerous counselling sessions about toxic people and relationships. Adrien had eventually decided to become a scientist instead of following his father's career choice for him. He had been depressed when he had realised that his ring was gone but it was that loss that had made him see what was happening to himself and others around him.

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