#masayou

I specially loved the MasaYou story, which, honestly, gave me so many feels I wished to read AU about them.

Thank you so much for all your stories, you are really a magnificent writer!

Thank you so much for this very lovely message, anon-friend, I am SO sorry for how long it has taken to respond. But I’m honored to hear that you enjoy my writing, and Designation: Miracle. And I am very glad you enjoy MasaYou! Good news! You can read AUs about them =D I have a lot of tumblr shorts here (under the MasaYou tag) where they appear in all sorts of random AUs, and @stifledlaughterao3 (stifledlaughter on AO3) has also written them.

Also, I have a book series I’m writing about all the D:M OCs set in an original setting (shameless self promotion, but they’re on Amazon and the second one is coming out VERY SOON).

And I’m always willing to write more MasaYou on tumblr, whenever anyone asks =D

This is a long post im sorry

First au will be the colorblind one where you see color once you make eye contact with your soulmate for the first time. However, platonic soulmates exist thus causing more confusion. One thing that helps is that the effect romantic soulmates have is much stronger while platonic soulmates tend to just help with vibrancy or seeing some colors. (Im just winging it here because honestly masahinashiyou are def soulmates).

Anyways, this is how its gonna go: youji and masaomi meet in the usual i saved your life way we're stuck together except both can see colors pretty darn well now. For youji it was kinda a brief explosion of color followed by dimming except for the colors red, gold, and purple. Its similar for masaomi except the vibrancy is slower to come for him but it starts with blues and metallics. Masaomi naturally has to keep this under wraps because he needs to know who exactly this guy is and what type of person he is and he also doesnt believe himself to be a romantic of any sort. Is he capable of being romantic yes of course but will he ever do anything like that now? Not unless the person had earned his respect and seemed worthy.

Oh no this could be a multi chaptered thing

Anyways this sort of goes along with his slow burn sort of thing whereas youji is kind of just that type of person to help out masaomi without needing proof to accept that masaomi is an important person in his life (the cult really watered down the whole soulmate thing because theyre homophobes so its just "important person in your life" for them). The colors also represent his "oh no hes attractive" side of youji who secretly has it pretty damn bad for masaomi.

They both stick with each other because they both recognize that theyre going to be important to each other (though currently only masaomi has an inkling as to how important they are/will be to each other since his vision is not terrible and that brief explosion of colors was no mistake, he simply isnt/wasnt ready to trust youji fully and also the universe was giving him a challenge and a choice which he will not back down from thank you very much) and youji wont realize what the colors and vibrancy mean until he meets hinami and shiori who are more than welcome to discuss those with him.

What happens when shiori and hinami meet them? For shiori and hinami, the world becomes more focused when theyre by each other and small details and colors pop out more. This is especially true for hinamis side since shiori brings clearer perspectives and other points of views to the table. For shioris side hinami brings out the brighter lighter and softer colors of the world that one might miss. Masaomi brings out the bolder colors and youji stabilizes the "image" and brings both color types into balance. For youji hinami brings all the colors into focus and its breath taking but also for the most part the colors were already there. However light seems to hit everything he sees now and wow you mean light causes different shades of things? Shiori doesnt seem to change much but he does notice that certain colors look more saturated or that he can see certain textures now and differentiate between certain shades. Especially in the blues, purples, and greens, hinami works mostly with the warmer colors. For masaomi he hinami doesnt change much for him although he does realize how he remembers the details of people and earthy tones more easily after meeting her. Shiori balances out the saturation and brings forth the colors that refused to come out before or simply just needed a push to come forward. Of course shiori also comes with pushes towards youji.

Masaomi runs deeper into the forest, and he knows there's a very good chance he's going to die.

This is new and he hates it. There's not a lot that can kill a witch, and particularly not a witch as powerful as he is. There's never been anything that posed the slightest threat to him before.

Now, his entire clan has betrayed him, temporarily stripped him of his power, and sent hellbeasts to kill him. The hellbeasts will certainly kill him, if they catch him, and he can hear them howling, getting closer by the second.

So he runs into the forest, because he only has one chance to get out of this alive.

*

Months ago, Shiori asked him, "Would you ever take a familiar?"

And he'd snorted, saying, "No, of course not. Familiars are only for people who need to boost their power using outside means. That's a strategy for the weak, Shiori."

"Is it? I have always liked the idea," Shiori said, smiling.

"It's not worth it," Masaomi told her, because he knew what she was thinking and he didn't want her to take the risk. "You bond with the first creature that answers your call. You could end up with something sickly or weak, and then you would be vulnerable."

"I do not believe there are many sickly or weak stars," Shiori replied.

"I've seen it happen," Masaomi told her. Bonding a familiar wasn't easy like the stories made it sound, where any witch could pick up any stray cat and claim it as their own. You beseeched the stars with blood and prayer, and sometimes a star would come down and make a contract with you, and you were a stronger witch for it. But there were weak stars, and they made weak familiars, and Masaomi would never, ever trust his fate to someone else.

He'd rather depend on his own strength.

*

That changes, of course, when his strength fails him. When all the magic he has is temporarily absent, and he's running for his life.

So he runs into the forest, and he cuts his hand as he does so, and he says the words that offer his soul to the stars.

*

He feels the moment the contract takes place. It hits like a heart attack, and he's completely consumed by the blaze. When he returns to his senses the bodies of hellbeasts are strewn at his feet, and there's a naked man in front of him.

"That was efficient," Masaomi says, impressed by the slaughter. At least he wasn't partnered with a weak familiar.

"Thanks," the man says. The man pinches his own skin and says, "huh. So this is what flesh is like. Neat."

This isn't how the sacred familiar-bonding ceremony usually goes, but Masaomi approves. "What's your name?"

The man thinks and then says, "Youji," like he's deciding something.

"Youji, would you like to form a contract with me?"

"Sure," Youji says. "What do you want?"

"Protection," Masaomi says instantly. "And vengeance."

Youji grins. "Sounds like fun."

Exciting Writing Announcement/Update #2!!!!

At long last, Chapter 11 and the epilogue has been posted! That means “This is Love (I’ve Never Loved So Much)” is FINISHED.

This is a rather momentous occasion for me, as I have been posting this story for over a year, and writing it for even longer. I am sorry for how long it’s taken to get it all up, but the editing process was a massive undertaking. (Final wordcount is: 189195. Holy Crap. I can’t believe I ever thought I only had 20K worth of backstory. This is officially the longest story I have ever written.)

I am deeply thankful to everyone who has been reading along the way, because your comments and kudos kept me going! And thank you to everyone who has been waiting VERY patiently for the whole thing to be finished and is going to read the whole thing now for the first time.

I’ve said before that this story is meant to be a concluding story to Designation: Miracle, but not necessarily a conclusion. Very early on into this series, I said that as long as people were interested in reading this series, I was interested in writing more, and that’s still true. But I did hit the point where I felt like the Kuroko no Basuke team deserved peace. They deserved a happily ever after, one where they didn’t need to worry about death and threats to their loved ones all the time. So at the moment (I might always change my mind) I think that wherever D:M goes, it would be with different fandoms, and the KNB gang can get some much needed peace. I have a couple ideas I’ve been mulling over for where I want it to go next. I also have other epic KNB stories I plan on finishing, so regardless there will still be more stories!

I am not done with D:M, but since this is a concluding story, I want to take the time to say how incredibly grateful I am to everyone who has been reading this series. I say it in the notes section, but it’s worth saying again and again: whether you were reading from the beginning or just discovering this series for this first time this year, I am profoundly grateful to everyone who read Designation: Miracle.

I’ve mentioned it before, but I was coming out of a really low place in my life when I started writing D:M. There was a time, after I finished writing “Don’t Blink You’ll Miss It,” where I seriously thought maybe it would be better if I just didn’t post it. Because there was the thought that if I posted the story and no one liked it, it would be a sure sign from the Universe that I should just give up on writing altogether. The person I was some five years ago could not have imagined I would be at the point of having over 600K in a series that people were eager to read.

That is one of my all time favorite Jane Austen quotes!! (*coughs* and the only redeemable thing about Knightly *coughscoughs*) I think it is VERY fitting for Masaomi and Youji. Maybe a little more appropriate for Masaomi, but I think it works for both of them. I think it really highlights how important they were to each other. And they both refused to talk about (especially to each other) how important they were to one another.

The biggest surprise about becoming a Hafuri is how suddenly desirable he is. Youji is the shinki of an unpopular god of destruction, and up until now, had been snubbed as a worthless weapon. Before that, he was a worthless ghost, and while he can’t remember his human life, he’s pretty sure he was a worthless man.

So it’s a little unsettling to now be sought after.

“Really, Youji, just imagine what we could do together,” Everett says. “My shrine is so large. I can give you anything you want, every luxury you can think of, any kind of pleasure.” Everett is a god of prosperity, so of course he gets a lot of prayers and the best shrines. Youji is a little distracted by the fact that Everett’s hand is currently on Youji’s lower back, in a half-embrace that brings them very close together.

“Ah, thank you?” Youji says, a little flustered by this attention. “I mean, that’s nice. You have so many shinki, though. You don’t really need me.”

“I don’t have any Blessed Regalia,” Everett points out, which Youji thinks is an unnecessarily fact to mention. There are only two shinki who have transitioned to Hafuri, Youji and Hinami, and Hinami would never leave the goddess of wisdom. Youji wishes Hinami would have warned him that other gods would be interested in him after he transitioned. (But then, maybe she hadn’t known. It would be obvious to all that Hinami is fiercely loyal to Shiori. Hinami would have attacked anyone who dared suggest she should leave Shiori.)

“Come, Youji, I have so much to offer you,” Everett says, low and enticing. Youji can’t help but feel a little regretful, as Everett is very rich, and also rather good-looking.

“Sorry, Everett. I’m Masaomi’s shinki. Always.”

“We’ll see,” Everett says. “Always is a long time. I’m sure I can persuade you eventually.”

Youji shakes his head. He’s about to let Everett down a little firmer this time, when he hears, “Hey, let go of Youji!”

A hand sneaks around Youji’s waist and pulls him into an unexpected hold. “Don’t try and steal Youji just because he’s the best. If you want a Hafuri so bad you can get one of your shinki to do it.”

Youji rather likes how Masaomi holds him, like he’s something precious that he doesn’t want to lose. And Masaomi smells nice. Youji has always thought so. 

“Think about what I said, Youji,” Everett says, ignoring Masaomi completely as he makes his exit.

“I’ll be richer than him some day,” Masaomi says. “I have a plan.”

“Sure, Masa-chan,” Youji says. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You said always,” Masaomi says. “I’m holding you to that.”

“You heard that? How long were you listening?”

“Not important! Let’s go drinking.” Masaomi releases his hold and Youji, but grabs his hand and leads him away. Masaomi might not be a popular god, but Youji can’t imagine putting his life on the line for anyone else.