STEALTH
Tag: harumichi
I love that the opening shows them apart for literally half a second and then throws them back together
Haruka was indeed about to cry in this moonlight how could they not show her with Michiru for even a single shot people might forget how much she loves her
AU where Beryl is the only threat ever. NO one but Usagi and the Inners are ever awakened.
- There is no Crystal Tokyo
- CT is built on the back of tragedy and danger, in peace it can never come to be
- Chibiusa is born in the 21st century, an ordinary child, a happy child with parents who treat her as their whole world
- The Inners live relatively happy lives in simple peace, thought they’re never truly free. The threat that something else could come never goes away.
- Haruka moves through life like a tornado, unable to calm the wind inside her. She can never shake the feeling she’s forgotten something, there’s a nagging at the back of her mind to do something, to be ready, to never sleep lest the moment comes
- Michiru has always been a raging sea beneath a placid surface, she cannot distinguish the inexplicable emptiness inside her from the emptiness her poised life brings
- She has dreams sometimes– she does not know enough to call them visions– of a past life spent fighting, and of fights that could come but never do
- (Not awakening is different than not reincarnating, and having a part of you forever asleep is a cruel fate)
- They never find each other, the poised socialite and the mechanic that blows through jobs and barely gets by. They went to the same school, once upon a time, but Michiru could never approach someone like Haruka.
- Years before Beryl even came on the scene, a little girl died in a fire. No entities came to offer her father a deal for her life.
- Pluto sits at her door. No sad child comes to befriend her. She has to believe it’s better this way. She’s found a peaceful timeline. It’s the best option. It has to be.
AU where Michiru is the princess
- Mina’s whole life is suffering
- She is a good soldier she knows her duty but goddamn she wants to put a knife in her princess’s back
- Usagi/Serenity is selfish, absolutely, but Mina can handle it and let love outweigh resentment because it comes from naivete, she sees her as a child. Michiru has none of that, she is cold, her selfish moments have no pretty wrapping
- Michiru’s life is also suffering, she goes from being her parents’ porcelain poseable doll to the perfect protected princess, and there’s no room for her to ever be a person
- She tells Beryl to take the crystal, take the kingdom, take the whole goddamn world because there’s never been anything in it for Michiru
- Well, there was one thing, but she died alone in the snow for a destiny Michiru doesn’t even want
- (On Haruka’s lips she tasted a simpler life, but even that she couldn’t trust because they were princess and knight, and what feelings were real and what were Haruka playing her assigned role?)
- Beryl has everything she wanted– not the crystal, but the moon laid low
- she doesn’t take the crystal. she sees now her greatest revenge– the moon princess gets to live on, knowing her soldiers died for her, knowing she gave up, knowing she’ll never have the life she wants
- there is no resurrection, the crystal too is cruel at times
AU where the starlights showed up the same time as the outers
- OUTERS ARE WAY MORE OSTRACIZED BECAUSE THE STARLIGHTS ARE THE SAME AGE OF THE INNERS AND IN THIS VERSION THE GENUINE CHARM OF THE STARLIGHTS IS PLAYED UP
- Rather than “everyone has a crush on Haruka” everyone has their newcomer they’re most interested in (perhaps to rub salt in the wound, Usagi has a five second crush on Haruka because baby’s first butch, but then Seiya immediately shows up and is gregarious and more of what Usagi really likes in a person and her idolization of Haruka is so short lived)
- The Starlights do the reasonable thing and team up with the inners, because this is not their fight but when their fight comes, they want to have the most powerful people on the planet on their side
- Minako and Rei don’t trust the Starlights, there’s too much they don’t say and Mina and Rei know too much about their own loyalties to not recognize the same ruthlessness in someone else
- They’re the main bridge between the inners and outers, being the types that Haruka and Michiru gravitate towards
- INSTEAD OF HORSEBOY SUPERS THE SEASON END WOULD LEAD TO A SEASON ABOUT THE HUGE CONFLICT BETWEEN THE STARLIGHTS AND USAGI (and everyone else) BECAUSE THEIR PLANET WAS DESTROYED AND HOW DARE SHE RISK THAT FOR ONE GIRL.
- you know that one stupid episode where Haruka and Michiru fight Usagi? That but with the Starlights and a season long and it’s justified because they LIVED the consequence she couldn’t accept as a possibility, it doesn’t matter that it turned out okay because they knew she didn’t feel the weight of it and they’re traumatized
- Also just. THe whole idea of people who lived through their planet being destroyed seeing the awakening of a soldier who’s purpose is to destroy the planet. That’s some GOOD SHIT. And their sympathy would switch from the inners to the outers SO FAST, if the outers accept the starlights AREN’T the outside threat it’s a hell of a team up
So in light of today’s fic, here’s a masterpost of my kid fluff
Keep Her is so far my only biological child fic, tho I think I’ll try and do more with that
I have a few in the same adoption route universe, so here they are chronologically, minus the angst stuff
Things You Said When You Were Scared
The Night It Started (Absolutely the best of what’s here)
First Days of School (Sometime I should expand this into a full fic)
I’m going ahead and posting my entry for @docholligay‘s contest. It was super fun to try and write for her, one of my favorite things about writing on here in general is knowing my readers.
Keep Her
~1K words, HaruMichi
Michiru Kaioh was not a nervous person. Excepting childhood,
she could count the times she’d been truly scared on her fingers, and that was
counting the war. This was different. This was… She pressed one shaking hand
against her stomach. She should run a bath. Haruka loved baths. It would get
her calm, and then maybe Michiru could tell her.
The water calmed her, too, a little, as it always had. Their
bathtub was no ocean, certainly, but it cared just as little and could drown
someone all the same. Michiru took a deep breath of the steamy air. Haruka
would be home any minute. She should choose a bath bomb for her, she had a
secret stash to pull from for surprises. She’d bought chocolates, the
overpriced box Haruka loved, earlier in her initial panic. Part of her felt it
could be a lovely night. It could be a celebration. But the fear wouldn’t leave
her.
Haruka wanted this. They’d done it together, all the
paperwork, the doctor visits, everything. But what Michiru’s parents had told
her brother years ago kept playing in her head—Don’t let any girl get pregnant
by you, that’s how they trap you. Haruka was already bound to her in too many
ways. Michiru wondered sometimes what would happen if her illusion of love
broke, if she saw Michiru for what she was and nothing more. Haruka did not
seem the type for divorce, and she certainly didn’t seem the type to cut ties
after all they’d been through together. Add a child, and she’d never leave.
Michiru swirled the water through the tub. It was a little
too warm, but she kept her hand in. Had she gone through with it to keep
Haruka? She’d never wanted a child for herself. Through all the lead up she’d
let herself think that it was all for Haruka’s happiness. But Michiru knew
herself to be a selfish creature. She’d do anything for Haruka, anything to
keep hold of that which she desired most. This could be the moment Haruka
realized. She’d see the trap was set. Maybe Michiru should say nothing, do away
with it all, and—
A key turned in the front door. “Michiru? I’m home.”
Michiru rose from the side of the tub and smoothed her
skirt. She couldn’t drain the bath in time, and she was in no state to lie.
Haruka would know something was wrong, and if Haruka would know, there was no
point in trying. She made her way out to the living room just as Haruka hung
her coat.
“Did you have a good day, love?”
“Eh, it was fine.” Haruka turned. “Are you okay? You look
shaken.”
“I’m fine.” Michiru tried to smile. “I’ve run you a bath if
you’d like to relax. Or we could eat first. It’s up to you.”
Haruka pulled her close. “Michi. Talk to me. Did something
happen with…”
Michiru hesitated, heart pounding its way into her throat,
and then slowly nodded against Haruka’s chest. Haruka’s arms squeezed tighter
around her.
“I’m so sorry, Michiru. We can—we can find another way, it
doesn’t have to—“
“No, not like that.”
Haruka pulled away just enough to look at her. “What
happened?”
“I…” Tears welled in her eyes unbidden; it seemed to Michiru
this moment was the fulcrum everything rested on, it could tilt wildly either
way from here. It would be wonderful or terrible and there was nothing in
between, no balance at all. “Do you really want a baby with me, Haruka?”
Haruka tilted her head in askance. “I do, more than almost
anything, but if you don’t want to we can stop, I’m sorry, I—“
Michiru shook her head again. “I’m doing this poorly. I’m
sorry, Haruka, I’m scared.”
“Oh Michi.” Haruka brushed a tear from her cheek. “It’s
okay. I’m gonna be right here for the whole thing.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Of course.”
Michiru burried her head into Haruka’s chest. The sound of
her heartbeat made her brave, that soft reminder of what she lived for. “Haruka,
I’m pregnant.”
“What?”
The moment Haruka pulled away seemed to last forever, the
fear crested back over Michiru and crashed through her, but then Haruka put her
hands over her mouth, her eyes glassy.
“We’re having a baby?”
Michiru could only nod.
“A baby,” Haruka
said again, a most reverent whisper. She put her hands gently on Michiru’s
waist. Her eyes were big and terrified. “Are you… are you okay with this? I
know… I know it’s mostly been me, and that’s not fair, and you’ve been on board
but if it’s too much now that it’s real, it’s okay.”
“I want this, Haruka,” she whispered. “Is that okay?”
“It’s wonderful, Michi, I want it so bad.” Haruka nuzzled
into Michiru’s hair. Her chest heaved and Michiru felt the tears against her
scalp. For a long moment they cried into each other. “It’s really gonna happen?
You’ve really got a baby inside you?”
“I do, love.”
“Can I talk to it?”
Michiru nodded. Haruka got down on her knees and stroked the
material over Michiru’s stomach. “Hey, little buddy. I’m your Papa. You’re Mama’s
here too, but you’re inside her. You’re not gonna see us for a while yet, but
we’re always gonna be here for you, and we love you. Okay? You’re a loved little
baby.” She kissed Michiru’s stomach through her dress. “Was that okay?”
“Oh Haruka.” She pulled her up into her arms. “I love you.”
“I love you, Michi. We’re having a baby.” Haruka squeezed
her tight, then picked her up and spun her around. “We’re having a baby!” She
yelled, laughing. “A beautiful little baby!”
Michiru could not help but laugh along, the fear in her chest
finally giving way to the joy of the moment. She let Haruka dance her around
the room, singing the song of their future. Maybe she’d done it all to keep
Haruka, maybe Haruka would resent her later. But now, they were happy—a happy
little family. And with Haruka’s contagious smile, Michiru could believe that
mattered more than the rest of it.
Cheiloproclitic – Being attracted to someones lips. (Harumichi)
“Now, almost kiss… hold it right there.”
Michiru was used to being posed. To her family, she’d been
more doll than daughter, always set to impress at their tea party of a life.
She’d preened for journalists covering the latest Kaioh project, she’d modeled
for art classes when it was her turn. This was no different.
But it was entirely different.
She’d never been posed before her wife. Her wife of only an
hour, in her sharp gray wedding suit and blue tie, the sun in her hair
sparkling like a god’s laurel crown. Haruka’s body was warm and inviting under
her hands. Her breath alighted on Michiru’s face with the ghost of the kiss
they were holding back. And her lips… Michiru fought to stay still for the
photo. She could not say she’d never noticed how sumptuous Haruka’s lips were, she’d
drawn them too often to be anything but intimately familiar, but now her desire
for them all but over took her.
The camera clicked and clicked again. Her lips began to
tremble. They’d kissed, their first kiss and many more after, but Michiru
wanted, needed more. She wanted Haruka’s lips on hers, on her neck, down her
body. She wanted her wife. The reception could wait, surely. She needed her
wife, to feel all that was hers, to seal their promise everyway she knew how,
she needed, she needed—
“Okay, good.”
Michiru could not hold back. She kissed Haruka deeply—briefly,
compared to what she wanted, but deeply. Haruka lingered as she pulled away,
eyes closed.
“God, Michi,” she whispered. “I want you so bad.”
Michiru smiled, glad at least to know she was not suffering
alone. “You have me, love.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do indeed.”
“Here, in front of these flowers,” the photographer called
to them.
Michiru sighed and resigned herself to a very difficult
evening.
Petrichor – The smell of dry rain on the ground. (It’s actually rain on dry ground, prompt writer) Haruka
YOUR CORRECTION MADE ME SNORT
This is rough, but my goal was to get something out and I did that.
——
It reminded Haruka of a time long past, when she’d run to
purposefully get caught in the rain. She’d run until she felt the first drops
start, feel them mix with the sweat on her skin, and wait for the sky to open
for her fully. Walking miles in the rain was a misery, but a simple misery. She
could strip down at the end and say she was stupid for getting caught, that her
shoes would be soaked for days and it pissed her off, and for a little while
she had an easy pain to focus on.
The drops got more frequent, sprinkling dark dots into the
sand. Haruka breathed deep to let the scent wash over her.
“Papa, it’s raining!”
Haruka snapped to attention and rummaged through the bag
she’d put in their wagon. “You want your coat, sweetie?”
“No, it’s warm.” Himeka sat down on the jungle gym bridge
and let her feet dangle. “But nobody’s here.”
“That’s true. They’re all a bit smarter than your papa.”
“No! You’re the smartest. You made me queen of the
playground, see?” She stood up and held out her arms. “It’s all mine.”
“Just be careful, it might get slippery. Your highness.”
Himeka laughed. “I’m your highnest!” She came down the slide
and hopped over to Haruka. “That means you got to pull me all the way home.”
“Does it now?”
“No questions. Highnest!”
Haruka chuckled and scooped her into the wagon. “I suppose
you’re right. Onwards, then.” She pulled the wagon along, somewhat regretting
packing the equivalent of a second Himeka’s worth of stuff into their bag.
“Through the puddles, Papa! Puddles!”
Haruka ran so water splashed up the sides of the wagon. The
aches started sooner now, almost as soon as her socks soaked through. In the
days of the war, she never thought she’d ache as much as she did then. It was a
different wariness now, but it made Haruka chuckle. She’d been so miserable in
the midst of it, and now the ache in her bones was a happy one.
She and Himeka stripped out of their clothes together when
they got in. They sat in front of the dryer wrapped in fluffy towels. “I used
to run in the rain a lot you know.”
Himeka nodded. “It’s fun. Like trouble, but without getting in trouble.”
“I didn’t think of it that way.” Haruka laughed. “I think it
was more like putting myself in time out.”
“That’s silly, Papa.” Himeka frowned. “You didn’t do
anything bad.”
Haruka smiled and ruffled Himeka’s hair. There was little
point, she found, in explaining her guilt, especially to a five year old with
no idea of what had happened. “Your papa is a bit silly sometimes.”
“It’s okay, I’m silly too.” She lifted her towel around her
and scooted over into Haruka’s lap. “We can be silly together.”
Haruka pulled her into her arms. “You’re the best girl, you
know that?” She leaned against the laundry room wall and let the hum of the
dryer lull them both to sleep.
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