RELIEVED after worrying about the other, cupping their face, pulling back to gaze into their eyes, “you okay?”
WANDERING, leaving hickeys, looking up to watch their reaction, worshipping their body, nipping their skin, pressing them back down, biting gently
SLOPPY, lazily drunk, groaning, ruining make up,
SOFT, several in quick succession, cradeling their head, arms around wait, reassuring, morphing into a hug
PLAYFUL, in between giggles, nipping the other’s lips, pulling away and leaning back in
CASUAL, upon meeting or separating, when entering a room, just because, on the cheek or forehead or hand, from behind while getting ready and watching in the mirror
DESPERATE, stumbling across the room, pressing against one another while pulling clothes off, gasping into the other’s mouth, teeth accidentally clashing, eventually wandering downwards
ANONYMOUS, in a club, not knowing the other’s name, back to the wall, gasping, hands wandering, “wanna get out of here?”
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Summary: Miwa and Mechamaru finally got to meet each other in person for the first time. And Mechamaru begins to realize how great face to face interactions really are.
Ler- Mechamaru
Lee-Miwa
⚠️This is a tickle fic! If that's not your thing, please keep scrolling🚨
If it is, then the story's below the cut :)
The sun peeked through the thin veil of clouds above a quiet forest clearing just outside of Kyoto. It was secluded and serene, where the rustle of wind through the trees was the only sound competing with the soft trickle of a nearby stream. There was no mission, no cursed spirits, no higher-ups watching over them. Just two young kids finally getting a chance to be normal.
Miwa sat cross-legged on a mossy rock, her blue hair being lightly tousled by the breeze. Across from her sat Mechamaru—not his puppet body, but in his true form. The real Kokichi Muta, pale skin, purple hair tied into a bun, and eyes with utmost love and care within them.
"I can't believe this is happening," Miwa said softly, hugging her knees. "You... you look so different than I expected you to. Not in a bad way!" she said, waving her hands wildly.
He chuckled—a small, quiet chuckle. "I was about to say the same. It's strange actually seeing you face to face like this and not through a screen."
The two sat for a while, recounting their memories—her side of the Kyoto Exchange even, and his days stuck in confinement. For a long time, Mechamaru had lived through machines, unable to feel wind or warmth, or closeness. Now, being near Miwa, it all felt truly surreal.
As Miwa reached down to tie her shoe, a small leaf drifted onto her thigh. When Mechamaru saw it, he instinctively leaned in and brushed it away.
"Eep!" Miwa let out a quick squeak and jolted upright.
"What was..." Mechamaru asked, looking at her slightly confused.
Her cheeks turned pink. "I—um, sorry about that, I'm pretty ticklish."
He froze, hand hovering a bit over where it had been. His expression was still unreadable, like he was processing data. Then, suddenly flustered, he drew his hand back, looking down. "Sorry. I didn't mean to—I mean, I've never really—I'm still getting used to all this."
Miwa tilted her head at him, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "No need to feel awkward, Mechamaru. Want to keep going?"
He looked up, clearly thrown off by the statement.
She smiled warmly. "I haven't been tickled in a long time, and it honestly felt kind of nice."
He blinked again. "Are you sure?"
Miwa nodded and leaned back on her hands, slightly tilting her body toward him in invitation.
"Yup. Wherever you want. Just stop if I ask you to, okay?" she asked.
"O-of course!" Mechamaru said with a nod.
At first, Mechamaru's moves were tentative—his gentle fingers brushing at her sides, confused if he was even doing it right.
"Is this it, Miwa?" he asked her.
"Ahahaha! Yeeah, that definitely counts!" she squealed, trying her very best not to twist away too quickly.
He smiled. Miwa's really enjoying this, he thought to himself.
He tried again, this time using both hands, fingers dancing around her ribs and lower back. Miwa kicked lightly, laughing freely now—the kind of laughter that bubbled up from deep inside. Her arms flailed about as she tried to push him off, but she wasn't really trying to stop him.
"Aha! M-Mechamaru, you’re way too good at this!”
“I’m just… following your directions,” he said, and though his voice was flat, the subtle grin tugging at his lips betrayed how much he was enjoying it.
He experimented with spots—finding that her neck and the sides of her knees made her squeak the loudest. Miwa’s laughter rang out like music, blending with the wind and the water nearby.
Eventually, he stopped, letting her catch her breath. Her hair was a bit messy, and her face was flushed, but her eyes sparkled with joy.
“That…” she said between breaths, “was unfairly effective.”
“I-I liked hearing you laugh,” he admitted with a blush on his face, looking at her like she was something he never thought he’d get to have.
Miwa smiled and reached out, gently brushing his cheek with her fingertips. “Then maybe I’ll let you do it again sometime.”
He leaned forward, hesitated for just a moment, then kissed her—soft and uncertain at first, like someone relearning how to live. Miwa kissed back, firm and gentle all at once.
When they pulled away, she rested her forehead against his.
“This feels… like a dream,” he whispered.
She grinned. “Well, if it is… I definitely don't want to wake up yet.”
So I'm back in my R.A.B phase where ai can't decide if I prefer Reg or Siri (it's still Reg, but between the Marauders, it's Remus THEN Sirius)
So!
My hc's of Reggie:
Growing up in as toxic and abusive a household as he did, with the estranged relation he had with his brother (the one semi-decent person in their family) with so many expectations laid out for him, led to Reg having a perfectionist streak. Because "If its not perfect, it's not worth it".
Definitely has some kind of anxiety, due to the household he grew up in (exactly like myself, except his household was MUCH worse). I'm thinking Social Anxiety cause of the whole "must be perfect or people will judge you and that's THE W O R S T thing that could ever happen to us Blacks" stupidity.
Trust issues. It takes him a LONG time and a LOT of heart-to-heart convos to finally open up his trust and heart to someone. And once he does, it's the most sacred of things he can ever give you. If you break it... He might be willing to trust you again, in maybe years or so, depending on the reason for breaking his trust, but he will NEVER trust you again to THAT level.
Doesn't believe any compliment he gets from anyone until and unless they can prove it with facts/keep on saying it, even when he's at his lowest - needs a LOT of reassurance. Eg: you don't have to be perfect to be worth it; you're pretty talented/strong. Compliments were withheld as a child from his parents, who are supposed to encourage that and the one person who actually gave them to him most likely also told him that he'd never leave his lil bro then proceeded to run away at 16, so Reg is very insecure about this okay!?
He's the kind of person to not let anyone near his heart. He has the walls higher than The Walls Sina, Rose and Maria stacked on top of each other (50m tall each, so 150 metres in total). Due to the insecurities that he's had to deal with all his life, esp when it comes to family, people who are supposed to be close to him. It will take a VERY LONG TIME to break down the walls and truly get him to care about you, if you are not from/familiar with a similar background. There's no way he'd truly be able to connect to you if you don't empathise with him... alternatively, perhaps your being so different will help him associate you with good and obviously, something as pure as you could never be tainted like his family or be truly capable of hurting someone like his brother did by leaving him, so maybe he can give you a chance. But the first sign of disinterest and he's out.
He's pretty damn cynical: his parents are downright abusive and neglecting (of their children's emotional AND physical needs) but they're also one of The Sacred 28, who are practically Royalty in their universe, so even if he went to someone with a complaint about the abuse he and Siri suffered at home, he felt that no-one would be able to do anything about it. And if someone DID try, his parents had enough money to bribe them into shutting up or even better, making their death look like an accident. So he has a really pessimistic view of life and has no doubt that some (if not all) of his school 'friends' are actually just there to keep tabs on him and report back to his parents.
He doesn't believe in love, nor does he believe unconditional love is legit/real (until he met you). He thinks everyone is out to gain from him and watch him lose something. And when I say it will take a LONG time to get through to his heart, I can't stress exactly how LONG that Long will be. It will not be love at first sight, nor love in the first few interactions (by which I mean the first 1,000). It may take between absolute months and fucking years to get him to believe that you're the real deal and a shit ton of trust exercises to get him to believe that you're not in cahoots with someone who wants to control him/to snitch to his parents. - the parents are DEFINITELY the type to have spies in their children's school, to make sure they are not humiliating the family name. They gave up on Sirius. They cannot afford to 'fuck up' with Regulus.
He is used to the mentality of "Shut up and take it" and "Fake it till you make it" and "Do not defame the family name" and "Keep up the facade and everyone's happy". He doesn't know how to break free of them.
He understands appearances vs reality better than most. The Blacks may appear to be put-together and perfect due to the unrealistic expectations thrust upon him and Sirius as a child (and Sirius' rejection only meant the parents doubled up on him to carry on the family legacy - upholding the family image, taking the Dark Mark, following Voldemort, etc) and the lengths which the family would go to to ensure it is as perfect and pure as possible. But those who are on the inside know exactly how bad things are. Always seeming like they're bursting at the seams.
Because of all of this bullshit, he has perfected masks. Like Tony Stark and Dr Strange, he has a mask for every situation. One for his parents and family, one for his friends, one for his teachers, one for Voldipoop, and, last but not least one for you. The mask around you is the only real one because he feels safe being just himself around you. With everyone else, however, there are expectations lined up with each person/group of people, so he perfects the mask and puts it on for them.
I feel like with all that he goes through and all the (no-doubt) fake friends (more elite acquaintances and spies than friends) he has, if he ever met someone who is able to see past the masks he's perfected, he would feel a flurry of emotions. At first, it would be fear - he's been spotted and the reason he masks will find out so his mind is in an 'Eliminate Mode'. Then he'd stop and realise that it would take one to know one. Then comes hurt for you that you get how he's feeling bc you also feel the same if not similar way, meaning you are personally acquainted with this feeling. Then he'd start to feel like "if you get this, there's no way you'll snitch, 'cause I can now hold this information against you if it comes to that." But then he really pays attention to you and is like "damn. They're just as fucked up as me". And he spends enough time with you and sees the real you and it's like "you get me, I get you. You don't want me to be anything but myself and I wish the same for you".
From each other's safe haven your relationship grows from friendship to something more romantic and its all off the basis of "you just want me to be myself. And you accept me as I am." Which is pretty fucking cute, ngl.
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A is cooking and B wraps their arms around their neck. an alternative that works just as well, if not even better, is if B lays their (tired) head on A’s shoulders.
A comes home after a long day. before doing anything, they look for their B. once A finds them, A cuddles up against them!
more under the cut! :)
A unknowingly playing with B’s hair
A is sick so B makes them breakfast in bed (bonus points if B kisses A on their head!)
B doing something truly idiotic and A calls them out on it just for B to say “but you still love me.” and A can’t argue with that.
B’s asleep and hogging the covers during a cold morning, and while A is freezing, B looks too peaceful to disturb.
A kisses B for absolutely no reason other than how adorable they are.
B’s asleep again, but this time their head is on A’s shoulder.
