@kumeko happy holidays, you were my sparklee! I am so sorry that I didn’t finish this on time. I really liked all your prompts but I ended up going with your “Haruka and Michiru as gladiators.” I hope you like it!
You know what? I was going back through my art tag and I still really fucking like this so HAVE A REBLOG (holy shit this is a year old???)
@kumeko happy holidays, you were my sparklee! I am so sorry that I didn’t finish this on time. I really liked all your prompts but I ended up going with your “Haruka and Michiru as gladiators.” I hope you like it!
(Forgive any typos, I literally just threw this together in the last five to ten minutes after seeing your post.)
Her hair is tangled, her dress is rumpled, and Minako’s drunken vulgarities still ring obnoxiously in her ears. Normally she’d be rather cross with this predicament, but tonight is special, the hotel is a haven, and for now, she’s surrounded by nothing but love. Michiru stops at the foot of the bed, posture perfect and head held high, and falls ungracefully onto the faux silk duvet. She doesn’t need to see Haruka’s face to know which smile accompanies the chuckle reverberating deep in her throat, amused and tired and echoing love. A stiff thwack against the carpet rings her jacket’s resting place, and the exaggerated pops Michiru hears between Haruka’s grunts ensures that those buttons will need to be reinforced. A chore for later–she can hardly lift her head. A sewing needle, however lighter, would be a monumental task in comparison. The bed dips and Love closes in with strong arms and a stronger will, nuzzling her nose in Michiru’s hair as she pulls her to her chest, carefully avoiding the edges of her vest. Michiru appreciates this–waking up with red crevices on her cheeks would be unsightly and, more importantly, Haruka would tease her about it until they faded. She sighs when fingers knot behind her head. No words are needed. They rarely ever are. She rests upon her nightlight soul, and welcomes the tide of love.
OH MY GOD I AM TOO GAY FOR THIS THIS IS TOO GAY I AM DYING I AM DEAD
A silly, fluffy thing written for the Same Prompt Fic Party and inspired by a conversation with lesbianneptune
Someday, she thought, she would come
out with the truth. The pain and misery of her choices forced their
way into the crack of her soul, every freeze and thaw creating a
bigger crack. She knew someday that crack would overwhelm her desire
to protect Haruka, and she would have to confess, and the great rock
of her lies would come tumbling down.But, on the positive side, she would no
longer find herself sitting in an Olive Garden, eating an oversalted
breadstick while some high school waitress tried to pronounce
Chianti.
When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her
So this marks my first year participating in the Sparkle Sparkle “It’s the Fuckin Holidays” Harumichi Gift Exchange headed by @docholligay.
My sparklee was @raykelvin who’s prompts included “Haruka and Michiru fight” and “betrayal” so I figured I’d squish the two together into one piece; there’s an AU floating around (I think it started at keyofjetwolf’s page?) about a Usagi whose love pretty much literally warped everyone around her. I adopted it here, for a Haruka who’s being taken over but is struggling mightily with ~Usagi’s Love~ versus her deep-seated feelings for Michiru.
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