kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya, daiya no ace 595 words fire emblem: awakening au. miyuki is the vessel for grima. assumes the ending where the player puts grima to sleep instead of sacrificing the player character.
no content warnings.
miyuki’s nightmares don’t go away, even when all is said and done.
he still has nightmares featuring his mirror image, the husk of a body that held the fell dragon.
on those nights, it’s as if they never put grima to sleep.
telling himself “it’s all in your head” doesn’t work, because miyuki has learned that just because something only exists inside of you doesn’t make it any less real.
(sometimes it makes it worse, even.)
the worst part is when, during the course of the dream, he gives in. when he accepts grima, when he accepts the overwhelming rush of power as his own.
on those nights, he wakes up and wants to wretch.
then comes the night when he’s pulled from the dream before it has the chance to reach a conclusion.
“miyuki—oi, miyuki!”
he blinks awake, sitting bolt upright and almost hitting his waker on the way up.
“relax, it’s me.”
miyuki squints. given the darkness and the fact he’s not wearing his glasses, the person is only a blur.
but he knows that voice. “kuramochi?”
“yeah.”
“what’re you doing here?” he asks.
“sawamura came back from training late and told me he kept hearing weird sounds coming from your room,” kuramochi answers.
miyuki blinks. “weird sounds.”
“his words,” kuramochi says. “i didn’t know what to think at first either, but—” he clears his throat. “i figured i’d come check to see what was going on and. it didn’t sound like you were having a good time so i figured i would wake you up.”
miyuki swallows. he’s grateful, but thanking kuramochi for doing this—thanking kuramochi after seeing him like this requires a mental leap miyuki isn’t sure he can manage.
he’s grateful to be free of the nightmare for the time being, but hardly for the fact that now someone is aware of all this.
“it’s just a dream,” he says, fixing on a smile as best he can and hoping it reaches his voice. “nothing to be worried about.”
kuramochi is silent. miyuki can’t make out his features, but he’s more than familiar enough with the line of kuramochi’s brow and the set of his jaw that he can fill in the blanks.
“if it wasn’t anything to worry about, you wouldn’t be having the dreams at all.”
“‘mochi—”
kuramochi nudges miyuki. “budge over,” he says.
“what—”
kuramochi fixes him with a look. “either you’re gonna talk about this, or we can talk about something else to distract you, because you’re still as pale as you were when i walked in, or we can sit here and not talk and maybe you’ll sleep better knowing someone else is here.”
miyuki blinks. kuramochi is half on the bed, practically on top of miyuki. “‘mochi, you don’t have to—”
“i do if i want our tactician to be in top shape, okay? we’re still rebuilding after everything that happened. so get some damn sleep so you don’t look like the dead tomorrow.”
after a moment, miyuki finally moves. kuramochi sits against the headboard and waits. when miyuki doesn’t say a word, he says: “i already laid out our options. take your pick.”
exhaustion still dragging at his brow, miyuki finally lies back down. even with his back to kuramochi, he can sense the other still there, his weight on the bed impossible to ignore. another moment passes and he becomes of kuramochi’s breathing, steady and even.
he even thinks he might feel the barest trace of kuramochi’s hand on his back, tracing shapes into his skin as he drifts off to sleep.
FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA
595 words
fire emblem: awakening au.
miyuki is the vessel for grima. assumes the ending where the player puts grima to sleep instead of sacrificing the player character.
no content warnings.
miyuki’s nightmares don’t go away, even when all is said and done.
he still has nightmares featuring his mirror image, the husk of a body that held the fell dragon.
on those nights, it’s as if they never put grima to sleep.
telling himself “it’s all in your head” doesn’t work, because miyuki has learned that just because something only exists inside of you doesn’t make it any less real.
(sometimes it makes it worse, even.)
the worst part is when, during the course of the dream, he gives in. when he accepts grima, when he accepts the overwhelming rush of power as his own.
on those nights, he wakes up and wants to wretch.
then comes the night when he’s pulled from the dream before it has the chance to reach a conclusion.
“miyuki—oi, miyuki!”
he blinks awake, sitting bolt upright and almost hitting his waker on the way up.
“relax, it’s me.”
miyuki squints. given the darkness and the fact he’s not wearing his glasses, the person is only a blur.
but he knows that voice. “kuramochi?”
“yeah.”
“what’re you doing here?” he asks.
“sawamura came back from training late and told me he kept hearing weird sounds coming from your room,” kuramochi answers.
miyuki blinks. “weird sounds.”
“his words,” kuramochi says. “i didn’t know what to think at first either, but—” he clears his throat. “i figured i’d come check to see what was going on and. it didn’t sound like you were having a good time so i figured i would wake you up.”
miyuki swallows. he’s grateful, but thanking kuramochi for doing this—thanking kuramochi after seeing him like this requires a mental leap miyuki isn’t sure he can manage.
he’s grateful to be free of the nightmare for the time being, but hardly for the fact that now someone is aware of all this.
“it’s just a dream,” he says, fixing on a smile as best he can and hoping it reaches his voice. “nothing to be worried about.”
kuramochi is silent. miyuki can’t make out his features, but he’s more than familiar enough with the line of kuramochi’s brow and the set of his jaw that he can fill in the blanks.
“if it wasn’t anything to worry about, you wouldn’t be having the dreams at all.”
“‘mochi—”
kuramochi nudges miyuki. “budge over,” he says.
“what—”
kuramochi fixes him with a look. “either you’re gonna talk about this, or we can talk about something else to distract you, because you’re still as pale as you were when i walked in, or we can sit here and not talk and maybe you’ll sleep better knowing someone else is here.”
miyuki blinks. kuramochi is half on the bed, practically on top of miyuki. “‘mochi, you don’t have to—”
“i do if i want our tactician to be in top shape, okay? we’re still rebuilding after everything that happened. so get some damn sleep so you don’t look like the dead tomorrow.”
after a moment, miyuki finally moves. kuramochi sits against the headboard and waits. when miyuki doesn’t say a word, he says: “i already laid out our options. take your pick.”
exhaustion still dragging at his brow, miyuki finally lies back down. even with his back to kuramochi, he can sense the other still there, his weight on the bed impossible to ignore. another moment passes and he becomes of kuramochi’s breathing, steady and even.
he even thinks he might feel the barest trace of kuramochi’s hand on his back, tracing shapes into his skin as he drifts off to sleep.