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Come play Trick or Treat, and I’ll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.

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“I thought knitting was Makoto’s thing?”

“Scarves, sweaters for his cats, and mittens sure. But I’m doing something different, Haru-chan!” 

“What are you knitting, then?”

“Just watch and see!” Nagisa turned back to his project, fingers working the yarn and the needles quickly, confidently. Haru was a little transfixed. And so, he did as he was told. He watched, and he saw. 

But Haru didn’t only watch. He sketched, as well. Working slowly, as opposed to Nagisa, but getting what he needed down on paper. He traced a vague outline, knowing it would all come together in the end. But he only had this one chance to capture Nagisa at his most carefree. 

Haru may have been known for his artistry, so much so that he made a good living selling his wares to local shops, and setting up small booths are fairs. But when Nagisa had a burst of creativity, he could go for days without stopping. 

He never asked Haru for a share in the profits of the things he got Haru to sell for him. But that never stopped Haru from finding some way to treat him, in return. 

As Haru kept watching, and kept sketching, he saw the pile of little knitted pumpkins begin to fill the table in front of him. With speed and accuracy that Nagisa was well-known for, he would finish a pumpkin, fill it with stuffing, then knit it closed with the long-tail of his cast-on yarn. 

Haru had to admit that the pumpkins were charming, and would sell well at the tea shop near the center of town. But that wasn’t what made Haru happy. 

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Daichi settles into his armchair with a content groan.  Ryuu crawls into the chair with him and Daichi doesn’t even have the heart to push him away.  Instead he simply wraps his arms around Ryuu and studies him.  

The darkness stained around his eyes is a fascinating shimmer of blues and blacks tinged with silver that makes the tiny golden stars falling from his eyes even more entrancing.  The dark leather cord around his neck is braided with gold and silver threads and the rusted key hanging from it draws Daichi’s attention to the soft, vulnerable dip of Ryuu’s throat.  The gold ink running down his shoulders and over his arms pulls Daichi’s focus until he’s staring at the swirling designs, mind far, far away lost in another set of swirling stars and shimmering golds.

“They’ll be here soon, right?”

“Yeah.  Any time now.”

Ryuu nods and nuzzles closer to Daichi.

“Good,” he says around a yawn.  “This is so much easier when Haru’s here.”

“Sleep,” Daichi murmurs.  “I’ll wake you up when they get here.”

—

Nagisa sweeps into their home the way he always does.  One moment he’s not there and the next he’s filling the space with his presence, his light, his warmth, in a way that makes you forget that he hasn’t always been there.

There’s a large crow pin clipped haphazardly in his hair and smears of purple so dark they’re nearly black running down his cheeks and throat.  Golden footprints follow him, glittering in the low light, and Daichi shakes his head, already resigned to finding glitter and gold dusting everything weeks after Haru and Nagisa leave.

Haru follows a few steps behind Nagisa.  His fingers are covered in a riot of oranges and pinks and golds that make Daichi’s own fingers itch with a need for something that he can’t quite pin down.

“Missed you,” Ryuu mutters sleepily from his spot in Daichi’s lap.

“Missed you too,” Nagisa says.  Daichi’s chair is not meant for three people.  But that doesn’t stop Nagisa from crawling into it anyway, purples and golds mixing with Ryuu’s blues and silvers until they’re a messy spread of tangled limbs and half-formed ideas in the confines of Daichi’s lap.

Haru balances carefully on the arm of the chair.

“The sky looks gorgeous this year,” Daichi says.

Haru smiles and shifts to look down at Ryuu and Nagisa.  He rubs his hand against Ryuu’s head and runs his thumb through the dark stains around Ryuu’s eyes, dragging the stars even further down Ryuu’s cheek.

“Sorry we were so late.  Nagisa was particularly stubborn this year.”

“Doesn’t matter.”  Daichi wraps his arm around Haru’s waist.  “So long as you come back to us.”

“You’re our home now,” Haru says.  “We’ll always come back.  No matter how many galaxies we have to go through to get here.”

Daichi nudges Haru until he leans down for a kiss.

“Welcome home,” Daichi murmurs against Haru’s lips.

From Free! Creation Notebook End Card story

Iwatobi High School - Pool locker room

Send me a ship and a color and I’ll write you a ficlet that feels like that color.

The thing about Nagisa wasthat he was a little shit, but Haru never minded. Nagisa knew this, so he wasalways less of a little shit to Haru than to anyone else. But there were times,when both their thresholds were low, that Haru just wanted to absolutelydestroy him.

 “Nagisa,what the hell are you doing?” Haru growled, standing in the doorway to theirbedroom and staring at him. It was a prank, or a joke, or something There wasno way he was serious. There was no way Haru’s one secret dream was comingtrue.

 “Nothing!”Nagisa cried, jerking and hiding what he was holding behind his back. But thedamage was done. One eye was awkwardly lined in black, a streak of it danglingdown his cheek from where Haru’s voice had made him jump. He looked on theverge of tears.

 That wasn’tright. Nagisa was a shit, sure, but he was usually an unrepentant one. This wassomething new. Haru stepped closer, slowly, like he was approaching a wildanimal.

 “Whatwere you doing?” he asked, his voice calmer and gentler.

 “Nothing,”Nagisa sniffed, and the first tears fell.

 “Hey,”Haru crooned, reaching out for Nagisa and pulling him close. He wiped the tearsaway with his thumb and pressed a kiss to Nagisa’s forehead. “I didn’t mean toyell at you. I thought you were messing with me.”

 It was something he wasworking on, the whole using-his-words thing. But Nagisa knew this, knew himbetter than anyone else. He shrugged.

 “Ijust thought you were judging me,” he whispered.

 “Iwould never,” Haru said. Then he smiled. “Except maybe for how shit you are atputting it on. Can I show you how?”

 Nagisa considered him for amoment, then nodded, handing him the little stick of eyeliner.

 Haru lifted him onto thedresser and stood between his legs, taking a wet wipe from the package sittingnearby and wiping gently at the black smeared across Nagisa’sface. Then, when he was clean, Haru cupped his cheek and whispered, “Close youreyes.” Nagisa obeyed, and Haru pressed the tip of the eyeliner to Nagisa’seyelid.

 His breath caught in histhroat. Nagisa’s eyelashes were long and curledbeautifully, and he was so trusting between Haru’s palms. It was a heady thing,having the trust of someone like Nagisa. He shook the thought away as best hecould and moved on to the other eye. He ordered Nagisa to open his eyes andswiped the eyeliner along the bottom lid. Then he took a step back. Nagisalooked at him and he went weak.

 Bright pink eyes staredholes into his soul, like he could see everything Haru had ever been and wascurrently and ever would be. Like he could see Haru for what he was, and lovedhim anyway. Haru reached his hand up to brush Nagisa’scheek with his fingertips.

 “Beautiful,”he whispered, and tears gathered in Nagisa’s eyes again.

 “You’rejust saying that, Haru-chan,” Nagisa said, and Haru shook his head.

 “Youknow I’m not,” he said.

 “Iknow you’re not.”

 They were going to have totalk about it later, they both knew, about what had prompted the entire thing,and what it would mean for their relationship. About how Haru reacted and howhe would need to react in the future. About how Nagisa’strust was the most important thing Haru had.

 About how Nagisa was themost beautiful creature in the world.

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