POV: Ramuda stabbed you once, as a warning.
Just noticed I never posted this here!
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me sending that ask about ramuda's crimes: how much of a problem is my problematic fave
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Wanderlust, Hypnosis Mic, Dice/Gentaro, 26,000 words, rated E. Story by @nonnegative, art by IntoMemories on Twitter.
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“So I suppose that ends another chapter on my life,” Gentaro said, looking up to the topmost stone to find his friend’s name. “It seems like a rather lot of chapters for twenty-six years, don’t you think? Possibly there’s spillover from another one of my lives.”
He could almost picture it, the way his friend used to laugh and call him melodramatic. It was the thing that grounded him in the early days, though Gentaro had more ways of doing that now.
“But try not to miss me too much, I’m sure I’ll return to you in due time. And thank you, as always, for listening,” Gentaro said, touching his lips to his fingertips before pressing them to the memorial again.
He stood up and straightened his shoulders and, with his last goodbyes, walked away from his old life, at least for the time being.
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Future fic where Dice and Gentaro get out of Shibuya for a while. This baby holds all the cliches: slow burn, gambling, bedsharing, house sharing, pathetic Gentaro, angst, no more angst, mic battles, Ramuda. You name it!
Please don’t repost any part of this. Reblogs okay.
stop me before i hypmic again (or, you know, don’t).
Hypnosis Microphone, Ramuda/Jakurai, M, 6400 words, TDD-era fic dedicated to the fact that ramuda is a walking incorrect quote and, hmmm, more angsty than originally intended:
And then he spoke: “Aohitsugi Samatoki? My name is Jinguji Jakurai, and I’ll be your doctor today.”
“You gave my real name?!” Samatoki hissed.
“Shut up, five,” Ramuda hissed back urgently, sitting up straight as Jakurai’s voice hit him square in the chest and then took a sharp turn south. “A ten is speaking.”
i guess hypnosis mic is officially a real thing for me now.
Ramuda/Jakurai, 1285 words, T - Ramuda gets hurt and winds up going to Jakurai for help. I attempt to make things like ‘a doctor fixing people with his weapon microphone’ sound serious.
A year ago, this would have been Jakurai’s worst nightmare. He turned a blind eye to Ramuda’s dealings for too long, even knowing how naturally drawn he was to the twisted, unable to fully resolve Ramuda’s sunny personality with the part of him that could tear a man apart with a microphone. It was hard, after all, to fully consider a person’s bad side when you were in love, but Jakurai could only avoid the obvious for so long before everything fell apart.
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