When Alan was younger, his father once asked him a question. Back then, he didn't have an answer. But as he grew older, he had finally found it...and it was her.
𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐋 <333 💋
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I rushed this lmao....and I'm probably late too ToT
If y'all notice any mistakes or errors, please do ignore them hahahahaha
I didn't get to fully colour it either but still wanted to finish this in time. Here is where Alan finally confess to Megumi on his birthday, saying the words he had hesitated to once say. I hope the feeling comes across even tho it's a little bit on the messy side.
Credits:
Alan's voice is taken by Hinata Tadokoro himself using his voice lines and lines from other shows.
Megumi's voice is taken by Mikako komatsu and Arisa Ogasawara from multiple scenes of shows so the tone may different in places.
The translation is completely different from what they are saying btw cuz I couldn't find the same exact words. Also the dialogues may come out a bit conventional since I couldn't proof read the script due to work 😭
I enjoyed creating this even tho it's not perfect. Once again, happy birthday to my love and I hope to continue loving you next year too 🥺💖
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That I am Jin Kamurai's BIGGEST hater. I will not sleep, eat or breathe until that mf is dead.
Think of the person that hates Jin Kamurai the most, take their hatred and multiply it by 10 and you STILL wouldn't be close enough to the amount of hatred I feel for him.
a/n: a quick scene I came up with when I opened the game today, hehe. I'm so utterly in love with this man, I'm going to cry 🥹 <3 | inspired by his voice line: Oh, it's you. Must've dozed off. Better get back to work. | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
recommended song: 🎵 JVKE – her
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: fem!reader in mind but can be read as gn!reader I think?, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, established relationship
The second you enter Vagastrom's garage, the smell of oil, rust and sweat wafts through the air. Although the sun has already set, you still hear the occasional faint clinking of metallic parts somewhere in the backyard. To your surprise, the room is empty, with Sho and Leo nowhere to be found. Well, almost empty.
You notice a certain big figure sprawled out on one of the worn-down couches, black hair falling over his face. Your heart makes a little jump, a bubbly feeling emerging in your chest. This is the man you were looking for. He must have dozed off after a long day of work and classes.
Cautiously, so as not to disturb him, you get a few steps closer, silently taking Alan in. His chest heaves in a slow, steady rhythm, and his face—your breath hitches in your throat. His face is so relaxed. Devoid of any worry, any pain, any guilt. Your heart hurts, fully aware this is a state Alan would never allow himself when he's awake, always shouldering the problems of others and the consequences of his past.
With a tug in your heart, you kneel in front of him, admiring the usually strained features of his face now completely smoothed out and soft. Carefully, you brush a strand of hair out of his face, your fingertips tracing the scar on his eyebrow. You bite back a chuckle when Alan wiggles his nose and groans quietly in response, still asleep. God, if only he knew how cute he is. How dear he is to you. How much you wish him nothing but happiness.
You get up again, only to pounce on him. "GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD!"
He startles awake with an alarmed huff, a flicker of panic crossing his face, while you erupt in boisterous laughter. Even in this moment, his body answers unconsciously to yours, hands flying to your waist to steady you. And that's so him, isn't it? Always prioritizing you and your safety, even when he's barely awake and you just rattled him out of sleep.
When Alan fully recognizes you, the expression in those stormy grey eyes grows immediately soft. As if he's looking at something precious that could disappear if he turns his gaze away. And to him, you are exactly that. Precious and someone he never deserved to begin with.
"Hey. Careful, dear. Told you to stop waking me up like that." His voice is even deeper than usual, like gravel scraping over glass. But there's no heat behind his words. There never is. He would rather drive a knife into his chest than be angry with you.
You grin at him, your smile bathing the room like morning sunlight spilling through the curtains, and his heart stutters for a second. How did he, out of everyone, get so lucky?
"Sorry. Couldn't resist when you were lying there all defenseless." You lean forward, feet playfully kicking in the air, and brush your nose against his. A touch so light, so innocent and sweet, it feels undeserving to him, no matter how often you greet him like this.
He clears his throat. "You're bold."
You pull back a little and stick your tongue out. "And you love me."
His gaze grows even softer, one hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I do. I'll always love you." Alan isn't the vocal type, romantic sweet talking foreign to him like a language he never had the chance to learn. That's why his words sink deep in your chest, taking your breath away.
Your cheerful grin turns into a genuine smile, your stomach fluttering. "I know." Your voice is only a whisper, but there's no doubt in it. No question. Because when Alan Mido dedicates himself to someone, he’s never going to turn his back on them.
"I love you too." You answer, pecking his lips and resting your head on his chest. You hear the thumping of his heart, a little faster at first, maybe because he had been startled awake or maybe because of the words you just exchanged. Then it settles again into the steady rhythm you're familiar with. The sound of your home.
With Alan stroking the back of your head in unhurried movements, your eyes flutter shut, a sense of security and content tiredness washing all over you. And soon enough, you're both falling back asleep, enveloped in warmth and peace.
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May I pretty please receive an Alan mido fic??????? Idk about the genre, how long or short it is, I just want it to be about him 🥺
I. Love. Alan. Mido. 💖 Absolutely, I think he's just the greatest~ I felt like fluff from his pov bc girlie (GN) you deserve to know how he feels abt you
Every time his eyes glide towards you he feels it, warmth. It spreads across his chest, clinging to every muscle beneath his ribcage and digging into his being against his control. A contract with a demon didn't set in as deep as you.
It dissolves in your absence, leaves the chilling cold of his steely eyes to stare at the monsters hands attached to his arms. Leather creaking beneath the movement of his fingers that had been graced enough to touch your hair.
It was wrong to chase it, to want it, to be addicted to warmth when he barely deserved a room.
Tangled in sheets, staring at the ceiling fan wobbling in place from its precarious hangar. Shifting from one side to the other, no space on the mattress felt remotely cold, leaving an Alan sized outline with the blankets pushed aside. Jabberwock stayed the same temperature all year round, Vagastrom was hardly the same case. Half glaring at the walls, he wiped the beading lines on his forehead, pulling on a tank top for some semblance of care toward the women in the dorm as he stumbled across the worn floors.
A drive could do him good about now, an effortless way to enjoy some cold.
Too bad he needs a permit.
Settling for just a canteen of water - one he drank and refilled at least once before heading out of the dorm just in search of wind. Boots scuffing against the ground as he wandered what he believed to be aimlessly through the campus.
Even on the hottest days he still searched for it.
This ... Was creepy. It had to be. In any other case Alan would be grabbing someone by the shoulder with a very firm reminder to never show up here after hours, in fact, he should -
"Alan?"
He deserves this.
"[Y/N]. It's late." Turning around just to face you, the wind instantly hitting him like the sight in front of him. The brutal warmth clamping down nearly unbearably around his most valuable muscle while you smiled at him.
Sweat glistened across your head, eyes crinkling in the corners once they met his. His chest quickly did something he couldn't stand, no, this wasn't a hint.
"I could say the same to you."
"Couldn't sleep.
"It's ... Grossly hot anywhere that's not Frosthiem or Jabberwock..."
Ah. He forgot about that place for a moment.
"What are you doing up?"
"I just got back from a mission last night," you paused, shoulders raising ever so slightly, the air passing between you turning sharp, "... I just needed a walk."
Alan nodded, despite the question hanging on his mind it was quickly folded away. You needed warmth; the idea made his eyes fall to the ground.
Nodding, Alan raised his head, brushing his bangs back in a near nervous gesture he hoped you didn't think past, "We can walk."
There was no relief in the outdoors, the colors were darker and the shadows cast around everything were harsh under the moonlight and punishing heat. He didn't move for conversation, didn't push a single syllable past his lips and simply matched your pace across the sidewalk letting you decide the direction. Naturally you seemed to keep walking in the area around your dorm, any usual silence you would have filled remaining void.
Hopefully that was a comfort to you.
Occasionally offering you his water and not watching you as you drank it or complaining when the camping cantineen was empty of the liquid gold. There would be no relief for him and he knew that, not until you left, until you freed him from this disastrous warmth threatening to press on his lungs and leave him at your mercy.
As if he wasn't already.
Finally you seemed to find what you sought, a bench saved in the cold of shadow where the lamps needn't bend too far to be comfortable and the moon hung just beyond the dorm building in the distance. Your glance up at him then down to the bench a silence command he couldn't resist. You were close, warm and seemingly so comfortable even when he noticed his hand a little too close to yours for comfort. Quick to put them on his lap hanging between his thighs loosely.
Staring up at the moon rather than you as a breeze chilled the liquid on his skin, a small saving grace that only night could bring when you're so close to water. The suffering a fond familiar memory, almost alien to him now.
"Feels like camping."
You seemed surprised his voice broke the silence, leaning forward just to peer into his face. Suppose avoiding your gaze was a punishable offence.
"you like camping?"
"I used to do it with my dad sometimes. It's nice. There's nothing to bother you, no noise... Better stars." Loosely gesturing with his water bottle, his head lilting towards yours to save your neck from the crane.
"Better stars?"
"Light pollution makes the stars harder to see," crossing the distance between your eyes his voice even with the barest hint of fondness catching the edges, "but without light they're all you can see."
"We should go camping one day," you remarked entirely off handedly, "I wanna see all the stars I can, it's like sharing history with people you've never met... they looked at the same stars we do," Clearly having no idea what unbearable warmth you pushed upon his twisting heart where every string spelled your name in a fine script.
"... Okay. Dunno many constellations ... But, I'll show you the stars." A genuine smile pulled at the corner of his lips as one sat just beside him with no idea how they glowed.
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