Only add deviations which are related to Haruka!
Bashing is prohibited. It's rude and unnecessary.
Be respectful to EVERY member of the group and anyone who has submitted deviations into the gallery!
Do not cause a fuss if you have a problem. Calmly tell one of the Admins outside of the group, preferably by note and we shall try and resolve the problem as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Make sure all your deviations have been placed into the correct folder in the Gallery. If you are not sure as to where it goes a description of what each folder can contain can be seen in each folder. OTHERWISE UNRELATED DEVIATIONS TO THAT FOLDER WILL BE REMOVED!
Make sure any screenshots you submit have been clearly credited to their rightful owner.
Yaoi, Shounen-ai and Mature content is allowed.
And finally NO stealing other deviants work and claiming it to be yours. It's very rude, disrespectful and would not like it if it was done to you! And more importantly I'm pretty sure it goes against the DA rules as well!
There is an unlimited number of deviations that you can submit per day but bare in mind if it's not Haruka related it will be removed. However only Admin have the power to add deviations to the featured folder!
And so that is pretty much it!
Hopefully you'll enjoy being a member of this group and equally share the love of all things Haruka! I'm a really easy going person so as long as you don't do
anything stupid we will have a blast!
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Thank You For All These Amazing Deviations! I'm sure Haruka would care! ...
HaruxReader - Like New - II: One Club LeftHaruxReader - Like New - II: One Club Left by Ineia
I stepped into my classroom. I had on the uniform and was trying not to look incredibly nervous. After god knows how many schools, you learn first impressions are very important.
The teacher smiled at you and stood up, the class became quiet. Dang it, you wished everyone had just glanced up instead of staring at you.
When it came to making the perfect not-nervous-at-all-totally-cool-new-student face you had it down by that point. You stood at the front of the class,
“This is ______ ________,” your teacher said, “She’s joining our class.”
There were murmurs around the room.
You weren’t frowning, but not really smiling. Just a neutral face, you nodded to the class and took a seat. Blending in, that was key, don’t seem too eager, or too bored, just average. Physically, you looked American (and were American), but if you act
HaruxReader - Like New - I: Japanese Cars You stared at the building. It was huge, and it frightened you. You took a deep breath. You’d done this before. New school, new town, it was familiar (situationally). But still different. Something was always different...HaruxReader - Like New - I: Japanese Cars by Ineia
You’d been used to moving around, it was part of you. Your parents were Japanese to English translators (or vice versa), they moved around Japan, and sometimes America, working with various companies. They always ended up not staying with a certain company for whatever reason, a few years with one before moving to another.
What did that mean for you? Lots of moving. But you didn’t mind much. Good friends you made kept in touch by email, Skype, or text. Other faded away with your past lives.
Another fresh start, Iwatobi. A small town in no where important, it sounded like an interesting ride.
But your parents h
We'll Never Meet Again A Free! Iwatobi Swim Club HaruxMermaid Reader fanficWe'll Never Meet Again by TheSkandranon
A worried expression spread across your face as you watched a young man with blue tinted black hair fight his way against the vicious waves towards the safety of the shore. You were only a little worried about him because the young man in question was a strong and capable swimmer. You've often watched him come to the ocean during the warm season to let the salt water cradle him and float, with the most serene expression on his face. Other times he'd come with three, and sometimes four other young men, and they would swim and play together. He was the best swimmer of them, but he would often abstain from the play. Until one of the others (usually the small blond boy) goaded him into playing with them.
The young man with sea blue eyes took such obvious joy in the ocean that you couldn't help but have some kind of affection for him, even though he has never seen you. Unfortunately, that was the law of the merpeople, humans were