once upon a dream

[folklore]

 ALADDIN
 BEAUTY & THE BEAST
 HERCULES
 LADY & THE TRAMP
 THE LITTLE MERMAID
 NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
 TANGLED

DISNEY AUPALOOZA 

aka sisi and snow have no lives and too many sports.

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[flyball]

Mm. [ A small bit of pleasure ripples through the storm of emotions that's built up in him, in response to seeing Kuramochi flushing like that. Ryousuke delights in teasing him until he blushes, although it certainly isn't nearly as hard as most people would assume with the way his delinquent biker tends to act. All bark, no bite - except here is the evidence of his bite, in his hands and on his body and that spark in his eyes when a fight he stands for rears its head.

Offset by gentle hands combing through his hair in the morning when he thinks Ryousuke is still asleep, and how he treats Haruichi like his own, and how he never leaves without saying goodbye, even when he's in a hurry.

That, that is what would have broken him, he thinks. He never got to say goodbye to his parents, he wouldn't have gotten to say goodbye to Haruichi if he hadn't signed his soul away, and this time he wouldn't have gotten to say goodbye to Youichi if the moron hadn't come back swinging. Between the fact that he did this at all, that he risked his all to free him, and this...

Gently, he cradles the back of his skull in both hands as Kuramochi drops his forehead onto his shoulder. Despite the fact that there's still other people in the room, Ryousuke doesn't hesitate to kiss the side of his head, burying his nose near his ear and sighing deeply, breathing him in. The sulfur is there, but he has every intention of scrubbing him down and massaging out the aches and pains when they're alone again, when they're home. ]

Sorry, it's going to take a lot more groveling before I take you to an orphanage. [ His tone is lofty, but soft, and he stays as close as he can for that moment longer. There's a heart thrumming in his chest, he can feel the way it expands and contracts with each breath, can feel the gust of breath each time he talks in their enclosed space. He's alive, he's okay. Gentling his fingers through his hair one last time, he tucks his head down so that he can press his nose into his cheek, cupping the other one in the palm of his hand.

Quietly, only for Youichi, he turns his accidental petname around on him in a murmur: ] Let's go home, babe.