Fuji Shuusuke/Inui Sadaharu (Prince of Tennis) Tags: mention of blood, supernatural elements (ghosts, vampires), genderswap/trans character Word Count: 479
It’s twilight now, the last strains of sunlight bleeding out across the sky, steadily draining down the horizon, giving away to darkness. Fuji hums contentedly as she looks out the window, watching the sky slowly darken.
A cup slides across the table, stopping just before the edge, proof that exactly the right amount of force was applied to it with calculated ease, knowing that it would end up exactly where it was intended to go. Fuji looks over to see Inui, still strategically hunched in the shadows where the last of the dying sunlight can’t touch him.
Fuji picks up the cup and smells it, letting the rising steam curl over her nose.
“It’s not blood,” Inui says, and there’s a ruffle of pages as he flips through a notebook of some kind. “If that’s what you were wondering.”
“Shame,” Fuji says, but takes a sip anyway.
The darkness slips in further, and Fuji lets her form go slack, more transparent as the light dies. She sighs, still just solid enough to hold her drink. She loves this time of day, if she had to be honest. When both she and Inui can give up the pretense of being human, let their true forms show and just be themselves. Fuji feels herself becoming stronger as her form fades, ironic as it often seems.
Her eyes adjust to the darkness, the more she fades, and she can see Inui better. He sits reclined on his chair, spindly legs that seem to go on forever crossed over one another as he balances his notebook there. His tongue is teasing at his gums where no doubt his fangs are sliding out. He’s coming into his full power too, no longer having to limit himself to his weakened human form.
She grins.
Inui leans his chair back, balancing it on the back two legs. Fuji smiles and with a flick of her wrist, applies more force to it, throwing off his perfect balance. Inui flails only a little before Fuji catches him, suspended by the same supernatural pull.
She slowly puts her tea down and stands, walking through the table that sits between them. Inui is looking up at her, one pointed eyebrow raised, but makes no move to leave the suspended position he’s found himself in. She goes solid enough to grab his knees with her hands, and pulls herself up to sit on his legs. She smiles, staring down at him.
By now, he’s nearing the peak of his strength, and despite her metaphysical existence, he could easily shake her off. Or, perhaps not so easily; Fuji has a few tricks of her own after all. But he stays obediently suspended, appearing for all the world as if he’s completely at her mercy, as Fuji makes herself comfortable.
Yes, Fuji thinks to herself, this is definitely her favorite time of day.
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Tags: mention of blood, supernatural elements (ghosts, vampires), genderswap/trans character
Word Count: 479
A remix of
It’s twilight now, the last strains of sunlight bleeding out across the sky, steadily draining down the horizon, giving away to darkness. Fuji hums contentedly as she looks out the window, watching the sky slowly darken.
A cup slides across the table, stopping just before the edge, proof that exactly the right amount of force was applied to it with calculated ease, knowing that it would end up exactly where it was intended to go. Fuji looks over to see Inui, still strategically hunched in the shadows where the last of the dying sunlight can’t touch him.
Fuji picks up the cup and smells it, letting the rising steam curl over her nose.
“It’s not blood,” Inui says, and there’s a ruffle of pages as he flips through a notebook of some kind. “If that’s what you were wondering.”
“Shame,” Fuji says, but takes a sip anyway.
The darkness slips in further, and Fuji lets her form go slack, more transparent as the light dies. She sighs, still just solid enough to hold her drink. She loves this time of day, if she had to be honest. When both she and Inui can give up the pretense of being human, let their true forms show and just be themselves. Fuji feels herself becoming stronger as her form fades, ironic as it often seems.
Her eyes adjust to the darkness, the more she fades, and she can see Inui better. He sits reclined on his chair, spindly legs that seem to go on forever crossed over one another as he balances his notebook there. His tongue is teasing at his gums where no doubt his fangs are sliding out. He’s coming into his full power too, no longer having to limit himself to his weakened human form.
She grins.
Inui leans his chair back, balancing it on the back two legs. Fuji smiles and with a flick of her wrist, applies more force to it, throwing off his perfect balance. Inui flails only a little before Fuji catches him, suspended by the same supernatural pull.
She slowly puts her tea down and stands, walking through the table that sits between them. Inui is looking up at her, one pointed eyebrow raised, but makes no move to leave the suspended position he’s found himself in. She goes solid enough to grab his knees with her hands, and pulls herself up to sit on his legs. She smiles, staring down at him.
By now, he’s nearing the peak of his strength, and despite her metaphysical existence, he could easily shake her off. Or, perhaps not so easily; Fuji has a few tricks of her own after all. But he stays obediently suspended, appearing for all the world as if he’s completely at her mercy, as Fuji makes herself comfortable.
Yes, Fuji thinks to herself, this is definitely her favorite time of day.