Ship/Character: Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: None Other Tags: AU, stubbornness, mentions of war and injury, swearing, smooching Word Count: 566 Remix Permission: granted
This is an AU that I loosely based the setting on something I'm writing. It's not really important lol
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“The hell I will,” Kuramochi shot back, storming the distance between them and yanking Miyuki around to face him. “You were going to leave me, weren’t you? You were going to rally your troops and march out before I could even get out of bed. What the hell did you hope to accomplish?”
More than anything, he wanted to protect him. Kuramochi had taken a blow to the side in the previous day’s fight, a blow that was meant for him. He’d laughed it off, of course, saying, “Isn’t that what vassals are for? You’re of a royal house, Kaz, you can’t go getting killed.”
Miyuki knew Kuramochi would demand to follow him, demand to have his back like he’d done since they were teenagers. But he didn’t want to put him in that kind of danger – he couldn’t lose him. Duty stated only he needed to be present, as the leader of the House of the Moon. Kuramochi’s House fell under his command, the empress would not question one missing clan heir…
“I have no use for injured men,” Miyuki stated coldly, the lie burning his tongue.
Kuramochi rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that shit,” he growled, reaching out and snagging Miyuki’s metal-gauntleted wrist. “It’s barely a scratch, the healers said so. You don’t need to protect me, Kaz, I’m supposed to protect you.”
Miyuki took a deep breath, trying to stop the panic from overwhelming him. He turned into Kuramochi, stepping into his space and leaning until their foreheads rested against one another. “What would the House of the Dog do without its heir?” He rasped, letting the other man see the fear and concern that churned within him.
“You mean what would you do without me?” Kuramochi replied, a grin playing at his lips. “You’d be lost. Mei’d probably impale you and then who would support the rightful heir to the throne?”
“I can’t risk it – you’ll be moving slower, and you know Mei and the Ravens and Lions will be shooting for us in particular,” Miyuki sighed, one hand coming up to cradle Kuramochi’s face. “Would you risk it?”
Kuramochi shrugged. “Probably not, but I’m not you, am I?”
Miyuki’s brow furrowed. “Youichi-”
Kuramochi cut him off, tipping his head back and lifting himself onto his toes to fit his mouth to Miyuki’s. The kiss he gave him was slow, not at all like his usual fervor and fire. It spoke of every deep emotion between them, every fear, every hope, and every dream. All things muddled in the midst of war.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not taking no for an answer,” Kuramochi whispered, pulling back only enough to speak, each word brushing Miyuki’s lips.
There was no winning. Miyuki had known that the moment he’d been caught. Giving up, Miyuki melted into Kuramochi, pulling him into his arms and taking over the kiss. “Oh fine,” he murmured, nipping Kuramochi’s bottom lip. “You’re so stubborn.”
FILL: Team Daiya, T
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: AU, stubbornness, mentions of war and injury, swearing, smooching
Word Count: 566
Remix Permission: granted
This is an AU that I loosely based the setting on something I'm writing. It's not really important lol
***
“The hell I will,” Kuramochi shot back, storming the distance between them and yanking Miyuki around to face him. “You were going to leave me, weren’t you? You were going to rally your troops and march out before I could even get out of bed. What the hell did you hope to accomplish?”
More than anything, he wanted to protect him. Kuramochi had taken a blow to the side in the previous day’s fight, a blow that was meant for him. He’d laughed it off, of course, saying, “Isn’t that what vassals are for? You’re of a royal house, Kaz, you can’t go getting killed.”
Miyuki knew Kuramochi would demand to follow him, demand to have his back like he’d done since they were teenagers. But he didn’t want to put him in that kind of danger – he couldn’t lose him. Duty stated only he needed to be present, as the leader of the House of the Moon. Kuramochi’s House fell under his command, the empress would not question one missing clan heir…
“I have no use for injured men,” Miyuki stated coldly, the lie burning his tongue.
Kuramochi rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that shit,” he growled, reaching out and snagging Miyuki’s metal-gauntleted wrist. “It’s barely a scratch, the healers said so. You don’t need to protect me, Kaz, I’m supposed to protect you.”
Miyuki took a deep breath, trying to stop the panic from overwhelming him. He turned into Kuramochi, stepping into his space and leaning until their foreheads rested against one another. “What would the House of the Dog do without its heir?” He rasped, letting the other man see the fear and concern that churned within him.
“You mean what would you do without me?” Kuramochi replied, a grin playing at his lips. “You’d be lost. Mei’d probably impale you and then who would support the rightful heir to the throne?”
“I can’t risk it – you’ll be moving slower, and you know Mei and the Ravens and Lions will be shooting for us in particular,” Miyuki sighed, one hand coming up to cradle Kuramochi’s face. “Would you risk it?”
Kuramochi shrugged. “Probably not, but I’m not you, am I?”
Miyuki’s brow furrowed. “Youichi-”
Kuramochi cut him off, tipping his head back and lifting himself onto his toes to fit his mouth to Miyuki’s. The kiss he gave him was slow, not at all like his usual fervor and fire. It spoke of every deep emotion between them, every fear, every hope, and every dream. All things muddled in the midst of war.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not taking no for an answer,” Kuramochi whispered, pulling back only enough to speak, each word brushing Miyuki’s lips.
There was no winning. Miyuki had known that the moment he’d been caught. Giving up, Miyuki melted into Kuramochi, pulling him into his arms and taking over the kiss. “Oh fine,” he murmured, nipping Kuramochi’s bottom lip. “You’re so stubborn.”
“Yahaha, pot calling the kettle black!”