Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
tell me about the as we dance in the pale moonlight fic :000 from the ask game
That's the most boring WIP I have lmao 😭 but sure :D
It's a fluffy, kinda indulgent, oneshot I'm writing where Atsushi and Akutagawa simply just spend a night together. And, can you believe it, they end up dancing in the ✨moonlight✨
Idk I just love the idea of sskk dancing together but with no music and like, it's just *them*, together. It's peaceful and I love peaceful sskk
Here's a snippet (and no I don't know how to get italics on Tumblr 🙏 bear with me and my asterisks);
Akutagawa watched his red blood swirl down the drain of the sink, the pain from his injuries stinging lightly. He quietly sighed and looked in the mirror.
His black and white hair was messy, his skin was paler than usual and the bags under his eyes weren't helping with his tired appearance.
Akutagawa had gotten back from a mission, bloody and bruised, and gone to the bathroom almost immediately to wash his wounds and bandage himself up.
He heard a knock on the door, before a voice spoke up.
"Ryuu?"
Akutagawa felt the corner of his mouth twitch up. Hearing Atsushi's voice made his muscles relax. He loved being able to come back to his apartment and Atsushi was there to greet him.
"Yes, weretiger?" He answered back, turning off the tap and drying his hands on a towel.
"Are you alright?" Atsushi, on the other side of the door, creased his eyebrows as his tiger-honed ears caught the sound of the water shutting off. He knew it was inevitable for Akutagawa to have been injured someway or another, that was just the nature of ex-vampire's job, but it didn't mean he wouldn't *worry.*
"I am fine," Akutagawa reassured in his weary voice. He unspooled the bandages and wrapped them gently around his raw, but now clean, wounds.
Atsushi let out a small sigh of relief, he couldn't help it. After a few quiet moments, Akutagawa swung open the door with a loose tendril of Rashomon and was greeted with the sight of a very concerned weretiger.
The white-haired detective immediately assessed Akutagawa's bandages and how bad they appeared.
"Weretiger, I said *I am fine,*" Akutagawa repeated, knowing what was crossing Atsushi's mind.
He cupped Atsushi's face in his hands and looked his boyfriend in the eye, Akutagawa's silver glare turning soft as he met the weretiger's upset gaze.
"You don't *look* fine." Atsushi grumbled, leaning into Akutagawa's calloused yet lithe touch.
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Yeah I have no idea what the heck that even is, it's definitely not my best work 😭
Also anyone seeing this post can ask me about my other WIPs I'm very lonely and want to talk about writing 😔