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#madakoha
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Madara admires the simple way that Kohaku can love. Admires, see, even this he’s a coward who would not say it properly. Adores, closer now — loves, the truth that be cannot quite let settle in his heart, nevermind roll off his tongue. Kohaku is good at letting feelings settle within him. He’s good at doing things and saying things as they are — or at least as far as he could understand it. He doesn’t hesitate to chase after Madara. He doesn’t hesitate to tell Madara that they’re allies, partners — that he will always have Madara’s back. All the things Madara is so poorly at doing. So what he does instead is he writes it into a song. An orbit tied with a melody, hoping that much is enough even though he knows it may pale in comparison to the way Kohaku can love. Or really, to the way he wishes he himself can love Kohaku.
#madakoha
Orbit
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#madakoha
you know maybe I should’ve considered that mdr would wear pajamas (but I didn’t) so here’s what I think would happen to it
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Black and White image of Kohaku and Madara kissing; reference for the pose was the cover image of "Man O To" by NU
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Kohaku and Madara with cat ears/tails, lazing around in bed; Madara's arms wrapped around Kohaku
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Two horizontal panels; on the top one it's Madara taking a lick off of Kohaku's ice cream, on the bottom one it's Kohaku making a flustered and surprised face about it
the scout that got me to download globalstars btw
#madakoha #kohamada #enstars
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To Madara, sex has been nothing but an instinct his body demands. Much like sleeping when he needs to, eating when he’s hungry. It is a function, nothing more — to release, to find relief, and if matters not if all this happens in faraway lands with strangers he will not be able to name come morning. And that’s why being with Kohaku scares him so. Now, sex isn’t a function to fulfill. Sex is a desire, a need — a want that is so overwhelming that it could only be called passion. He seeks those lips on his own. And he wishes for Kohaku to call out his name — Madara-han — heated and desperate and solely his. Sex is an expression of something. Of them, perhaps. Of being choked in a feeling that Madara is refusing to yet name. But there will be no one else, now. There can be no one else who could fulfill everything his body demands other than the boy who’s also holding his heart tight.
#madakoha
r18ish
everything he could want
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My beloved trio <3
#enstars #ensemblestars #kohakuoukawa #madaramikejima #himeru #himekoha #madakoha #himadakoha #crazyb
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to stop for death
#madakoha dominant madara/la mort kohaku au | explicit
the boy never expected death to be so warm
or; a demon king’s last hope in saving his realm is in the hand of an unlikely soul
archiveofourown.org/works/79360386
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A part of Madara wants to be alone tonight. When the new year clicks against the clock, he should be alone, just as he’s always been. In perfect silence, watching the starless winter sky as his breath condenses against the air. It sets the tune of how the new year should be. This, the standard. Being invited to the countdown music show alone as MaM, the best he can hope for, although there’s no such job this year. This way, he knows. He’s meant to be alone this year too. An entertainer at best, to be seen in the spotlight but nothing more. He could still be alone. He could go out of the apartment right now and take his bike somewhere, without a phone and without a notice. But instead, he’s here. “Does this look okay for the ozouni?” In the warmth of an apartment he could call home. Looking into the purple eyes of the boy who had become his home. And maybe, he should believe that’s how his year should be, this time.
#madakoha
new year’s eve
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Madara: Haha you're all bundled up Kohaku-san! At least you're ready for tonight's surprise outing! Kohaku: Yer an idiot for calling me out of nowhere! I should have known you'd be wanderin' out here with just a stupidly thin coat! Madara: Hmm?~ Well I have you to warm me up now! (Places both hands on cheeks) See?~ Kohaku: Hah?!
an impromptu winter date with my dear Kohaku (Text in alt)
#madakoha #mdkh
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Madara doesn’t know how to say I love you — they are words that feel too heavy for him to carry. Maybe it’s because he’s spent too long simply being an observer to love. Maybe it’s because he was born to be so. But he still needs words to express these feelings, the ones that swell from inside of him when he wakes up in the morning and he realizes that he’s not alone. That dawn has come, and Kohaku is still here all the same. Nothing seems sufficient. Thank you, seems so perfunctory. Why? would simply lead to Kohaku to roll his eyes, yet petting Madara’s cheek to comfort him all the same. So, as Kohaku opens his eyes, Madara spills the first thing that comes to mind: “I want to eat the breakfast you make everyday,” he says. Kohaku stares at him for a second. Still bleary from sleep, he doesn’t quite have the time to process what Madara had just said. After a beat of silence, he laughs. “What if I want to eat the breakfast ya make instead?” He asks. “I deserve to be lazy too, some days.” “And today?” Madara asks. Kohaku sinks his head against the pillow. And ah, he’s so divine like this. “Make me breakfast, Madara-han.” And doing that too, would be easier than saying the words I love you, yet express it all the same.
#madakoha
Love Language
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Sometimes Kohaku looks at him with a scowl that forces Madara to confront what he believes he already knows: that Kohaku realizes that he’s a mistake. Madara reminds himself of this, every once in a while. Whenever things get too tender between them. Whenever their lips meet and there’s a second of pause for them to think and his mind overwhelms him even though he wishes for otherwise. It shouldn’t hurt. He should know. And isn’t it the truth? Shouldn’t he be pragmatic enough to accept that? But it’s always Kohaku who makes it so hard to feel like a mistake. Because after the scowl would come a hold of his hand. After the silence there will always come another kiss, or another embrace, or another whisper of his name that is far too affectionate to be true. He is a mistake, he knows. But he seems to be Kohaku’s favorite mistake to make.
#madakoha
his favorite mistake
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