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Valentines Lockers Post 2021
This is a post to collect the fills I've made for the Valentines Day Lockers 2021 event!
This is a post to collect the fills I've made for the Valentines Day Lockers 2021 event!
This is a post to collect the fills I've made for the Valentines Day Lockers 2021 event!
FOR KK ♡ HYPMIC | JYUTO/DOPPO
665w, mature
"I'm sorry," he says, and he's a fucking natural at those two words, if anyone can be made for apologising. He says them as easily and almost as often as what comes next. "Have we… met before?"
Iruma Jyuto smiles, leaning back against the park bench and settling into this moment. After all, he's the king of first impressions. He gets the chance to rewrite himself however he wants. Soft. Aloof. Hungry. Relaxed. He's all and none of them and this afternoon, as he sits next to Doppo on his late lunch break, he chooses to be a little mysterious.
"Why?" He slants a look at Doppo over the lenses of his glasses, enjoying the way everything behind him slips out of focus, like a photographed portrait. "Does it feel like we have?"
Doppo says nothing but he doesn't need to, when he goes through about five different expressions and one shade of pink before turning a deep red.
Jyuto knows exactly why. There are bite marks on the insides of Doppo's thighs that fit his teeth perfectly. Bruises on his hips in the shape of Jyuto's fingers. The cologne lingering on Doppo's sheets is the same one he can smell from Jyuto now and it's making his eyes go unfocused, pretty pink lips parted as he inhales shakily, like he thinks he's being subtle. Jyuto can't help but feel fond.
"The bar in Ginza," Jyuto prompts him. "Three days ago."
Doppo blushes a deeper red as he remembers that night, even if he doesn't remember the next day he spent at Jyuto's apartment.
The trick, Jyuto has learned, is not to rely on people's memories of him as a person but to give them events to remember, or feelings. They'll remember a persona he's played but it'll only be a vague recollection. The more he wants them to remember him, the more difficult it is for Jyuto to leave a mark.
Doppo hasn't been able to remember him for more than two days at a time, ever since their second year of high school when the curse fully bloomed.
"I saw you sitting here and thought to myself, what a coincidence." Jyuto smiles at Doppo as he lies. It's always easier that way, and he isn't about to explain that he's been making it a habit to walk through this park, where Doppo sometimes sits, when he sometimes gets to take a lunch break if he isn't swamped with work.
Today, as always, Doppo has a bento. As always, Jyuto knows that it was made for him by Hifumi. It's difficult to stay bitter about these sorts of things; like the fact that they've both known Doppo for the same time but only one of them gets remembered. Sometimes, however, Jyuto lets himself indulge in the feeling, letting it burn its way through him like acid.
Doppo looks tired. He doesn't sleep well unless he's had all the energy fucked out of him. Sometimes not even then. Jyuto knows it well. Sometimes, all he needs is a quiet night in to let the cacophony of his thoughts run their course.
If Jyuto weren't so selfish, he'd allow Doppo to have that.
If he weren't so selfish, Jyuto would stop reintroducing himself to Doppo every few days just to remain at the edges of his life. He's stop inventing personas that Doppo remembers more successfully than his real self.
Instead, he leans back against the bench as if he's comfortable against the cold wood and lights up a cigarette. Doppo politely suffers through the smoke he exhales, just the same as always.
"You should go to that bar again," Jyuto tells him. "In Ginza. Maybe I'll see you there."
"Maybe," Doppo mumbles miserably through a head clouded with exhaustion and a throat choked with smoke.
And Jyuto knows that Doppo will be there, even if he's forgotten why he's planned on going.
Jyuto has learned to take what he can get.
FOR KK ♡ SK8 | ADAM/CHERRY
It's ten o'clock at night and when Adam hears the steady scrape of skateboard wheels against the road, he's pleased to find that it's Cherry, and that he's come alone.
"I got a message from Joe." Adam lifts his phone up, even though the screen is now blank. "He said he'll be running a bit late."
"Typical," Cherry huffs, coming to a stop beside Adam. "That guy's always late."
"I found us a good place to skate tonight." Adam inclines his head down the road to indicate its direction. "I just told Joe to meet us there. Ready to go?"
He loves the way Cherry's eyes light up, always so eager to please. Like a puppy, Adam thinks fondly as he smiles, leading the way. Cherry keeps up with him without a problem, but that's just because Adam's not really trying. It's always much more fun to stay close with Cherry, to brush their hands together casually enough that it looks like an accident and leaves him blushing the same pretty pink as his hair.
He loves the way Cherry skates, always so conscious of the theory behind every movement. His grasp on the foundations is firmer than most skaters can ever manage and he builds on top of it beautifully. Joe is his perfect contrast, skating with the heart over the mind, chasing a certain feeling rather than worrying about how he pulls it off. It's just as beautiful, and Adam loves them both.
Tonight, he's ready to show it to them.
The spot Adam has picked out for tonight is a sloping hill that leads down under a bridge. It's a dead end, so there shouldn't be any police patrols nearby and he's already set up some boards together to make a ramp. Cherry, for all that he favours speed and efficiency, is good at tricks when he can be coaxed into them.
Luckily, with his obvious crush and his desire for Adam's attention, it's as simple as asking.
"How high do you think you can get?" Adam asks, and doesn't need to ask twice before Cherry is off, skating down the hill and towards the boards.
His ollie is beautiful, just like everything else he does. Not a single movement wasted, just a moment in which he's suspended in the air followed by a clean landing.
Adam follows the same route down. He gets more air than Cherry does and grabs his board while he's up there. Just for the way Cherry looks at him with wonder afterwards.
"That was amazing."
"So are you," Adam replies, puling his hood off. "No one else skates the way you do."
Cherry blushes darker. Adam feels his phone buzz in his pocket, and smiles.
"I'm glad Joe is still able to make it tonight," he says, skating closer to Cherry. "But I'm glad that I get you to myself for a while."
Cherry laughs, averting his eyes. "Adam…"
"I mean it." Adam touches two fingers to Cherry's chin, tilting his face up. "You know you're special to me, don't you?"
"Adam," Cherry says, not quite a protest considering that he doesn't even try to pull away. "What if—when is Joe getting here?"
In the light of the street lamps, Adam can see a pair of sneakers stopped at the top of the hill. He lets them walk closer, until he can see Joe. Until Joe can see them, exactly five minutes after Adam texted him to meet them here. Late as always. As expected.
"We have time," Adam tells Cherry, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "Hm?"
Cherry exhales shakily and gives him a small nod. When Adam leans in, Cherry meets him halfway in a timid kiss, lips pressed tightly together. Adam cradles the side of his face, guiding him into another kiss, and another, until Cherry relaxes against him, until he parts his lips with a sigh, until he's moaning around Adam's tongue in his mouth.
He's panting softly when they pull apart and Adam chuckles, pulling Cherry close, guiding his head to rest against his shoulder. He looks up, to where Joe is frozen in his tracks and watching them, and lets his lips curve into a pleased smile.
FOR DOXY ♡ HADES | ASTERIUS/THESEUS
740w, explicit
The fountain chambers in Elysium are few and far between, as to be expected of a place that is as much of a maze as the labyrinth Asterius spent his living days in. Most of the occupants of Elysium choose to take their baths in the Lethe, should they be in want of one. Asterius does not, keeping a wide berth of the riverbanks among the lush green glades. It would not do to misstep, to fall, to drink even a drop of the river when his memories are what makes him who he is.
Today, they are lucky. He hears Theseus call out from behind the door before he's even followed him through it: "Friend Asterius! The gods are smiling on us this day! Or night. Whichever it happens to be."
By the time Asterius walks through the door and into the glade, with its beautiful architecture and still water, Theseus is already stripping naked. He has no shame in his body and he has every right not to, muscled and bronzed as he is. Human anatomy is always something of a curiosity to Asterius, to see all of the things he has but slightly different. Different enough to have him shut away, he supposes, but that fact no longer bothers him. It's merely curiosity now that has him watching as Theseus goes to one of the fountains. It's big enough for him to fit inside and he goes clambering over the raised edge of it, laughing with delight as he breaks the surface of the cool water.
"Come and join me," Theseus calls, smiling over at Asterius.
Asterius snorts. "I doubt that I would fit."
"Nonsense," Thesus says. "I'm sure we'll find a way. We are the Champions of Elysium, are we not? I can think of no other who would deserve such a refreshing soak more than you, and myself."
He doesn't need to ask again. Asterius pulls his armour off, setting it down beside the clothes Theseus discarded, and walks towards the fountain as well. He doesn't miss the curiosity in his partner's eye, the way his gaze roams up and down as he takes everything in. Asterius is careful as he climbs into the fountain—truly, it is big enough to be called a bath instead—and sends water spilling over the edge as he does so. There's little space with both of them inside, so he finds himself in Theseus' space. He can see the rounded whites of Theseus' eyes, the red that starts at his cheeks and tinges the tips of his ears.
"May… I?" Theseus asks, stilted and awkward, and Asterius doesn't know what he's even asking for before he nods. He would nod regardless.
He isn't expecting Theseus to stroke a hand down his chest, firm and cautious all at once.
"It's soft," he marvels, so quietly that he could be speaking to himself. "And warm."
Asterius feels his ears flick. "Were you expecting differently?"
"No I—" Theseus laughs. "I am not sure, exactly, what I expected."
"And I?" Asterius asks, lifting his hand.
"Oh—of course."
Asterius touches him in return, hand to his friend's chest. He feels the rabbit thump of his heartbeat, the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his muscle underneath. He slides his hand down, over a firm stomach, further down until he finds something harder.
"Asterius—"
"May I?" Asterius asks, and waits for Theseus to nod before he proceeds.
He's simply curious at first, feeling out the shape of a human penis and mentally comparing it to his own. Except Theseus clamps both hands over his mouth, and still manages not to muffle the soft, needy sounds that escape his throat. Asterius continues his slow pace, feeling the way Theseus tenses under him when he makes certain motions. He's particularly responsive to the feeling of Asterius rubbing his thumb against the thick vein along the underside, and the round head is sensitive too. He touches and touches, until Theseus is trembling and gripping the edge of the fountain with both hands, head tossed back and leg spread around Asterius' hand as he finds his release.
"Asterius," Theseus gasps out, and it's only then that Asterius realises that he's unsheathed and standing at attention, bright red and so thick that Theseus can't even wrap both hands fully around his girth. Theseus smiles up at him, lowering his mouth to kiss the flared head. "Your turn."
Re: FOR DOXY ♡ HADES | ASTERIUS/THESEUS
loud stage whisper two bros chilling in a hot tub no feet apart bc they gay
oh i love human/non-human couples with one being straightforwardly curious and exploratory about their anatomical differences while the other (understandably) gets hot over all the touching... and they're doing this while not being in a clearly established romantic relationship!! you know me well :')
i also enjoyed the little snatches of Asterius introspection about the Lethe and his own body compared to humans... i've seen stuff that focuses on him being a "monster" obvi but nothing more, neutral? i guess? so that was cool
thank you for this!!
FOR SAN ♡ HAIKYUU!! | HANAMAKI/MATSUKAWA
419w, general
"Are you sure this is okay?" Takahiro asks, carrying the last of his boxes through the door.
It's too late to ask and the thing is, he shouldn't be asking anyway. Half his stuff is already unpacked and taking up residence in the apartment amongst Issei's belongings. Issei stands there, box-cutter in hand as he prepares to open the remaining half of the boxes and get everything else set up.
"You know what, no," he says flatly, waving his box-cutter in the direction of the door. "You've seen through my evil plan to get my hands on all your shit. You know, that I've spent the last two weeks complaining you have way too much of? Mission accomplished. You can leave now."
"I knew it," Takahiro replies, pushing the door closed with his back before he puts his box down. He straightens the pot plant that he's pushed out of its usual place against the wall. It was a house-warming present from Takahiro: the pot being the tackiest one he could get his hands on, a light aqua that was a little too blue to be the same colour as their old volleyball uniforms, with pink cursive writing on it that read "home sweet home" in English. It's currently home to a monstera. Not the one that Takahiro gifted him, because Issei isn't good enough at plants for that, but at least this one's alive.
And Issei's never felt the words written on that pot more than he does now, with Takahiro leaning back against the door, wiping the sweat off his forehead and complaining about his aching back, when they still have at least five boxes of stuff to unpack—none of the important stuff because they've already done all of that, this is just all the stuff Takahiro has hoarded that somehow, even after Issei's most rigorous decluttering, was still somehow considered too important to throw out. Issei's already out of cupboard space thanks to the mug collection in the box Takahiro had labelled "kitchen" and then the extras he found in "bedroom" (he's still confused). If he finds any more mugs, he might seriously consider rescinding his offer of letting Takahiro move in.
As if he ever could.
"Congratulations for hauling the last of your boxes up the stairs," Issei says, putting his box-cutter down and walking over to stand in front of Takahiro. "…Welcome home, I guess."
Takahiro grins, reaching for the front of Issei's shirt and pulling him into a kiss. "Yeah. I'm home."
Re: FOR SAN ♡ HAIKYUU!! | HANAMAKI/MATSUKAWA
THANK YOU FOR THIS KIIIIIIII ;;;______;;; Your MatsuHana banter is always [lies on the floor for 62 hours] AND I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS LOVE HOW COMFORTABLE THEY ARE TOGETHER WHEN YOU WRITE THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAA [CLIMBS ONTO ROOFTOP TO HOLLER INTO THE SKY] Hanamaki and his dragon hoarding(hehe) ways, and the touch of gentle but fond exasperation wrt his copious amounts of stuff!! Matsukawa, professional plant-killer, happily letting him move in!!! THE KISS AT THE END AND THE "WELCOME HOME / I'M HOME"!!!!!!!!!!! YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO [RUNS OUT INTO THE STREET]
You always have such a confident shand when writing MatsuHana, and I just know that anything you ever write of them, whatever the trope or setting, time and time again I can settle in and know that I'll love it aaaaaaaaaaaa it's the Kii Factor™ (key factory eyyyyyYYYYYY)!!!
THANK YOU MY GENTLE MENACE FRIEND ILUUUUUUUU ;;;___________;;;♡♡♡♡♡
Re: FOR SAN ♡ HAIKYUU!! | HANAMAKI/MATSUKAWA
Re: FOR SAN ♡ HAIKYUU!! | HANAMAKI/MATSUKAWA
(alfkjdlkj I just noticed how many typos were in my comment o(—————< NOT THAT THAT COMES AS A SURPRISE TO ANYONE......)
FOR SLUMBER ♡ SK8 | JOE/CHERRY
306w, general
The summer sun is late to set over Paris but Kaoru doesn't mind, when it means he gets to enjoy the view from their hotel balcony for longer. They've had a full day of exploring followed by an indulgent dinner and Kaoru's just glad to be back at their hotel now, glass of wine in his hand as he relaxes under a sky slowly turning pink and orange.
"I've already poured you a glass," he says without turning around when he hears Kojiro step out onto the balcony. "Don't go complaining that it's not as chilled as it should be, when you're the one who took forever in the shower."
"Yes, yes." Kojiro doesn't sit in the chair beside Kaoru but reaches around him for the glass instead, sipping at it before he puts it back down with a hum. "Oh, that was a good choice."
"I thought so too." Kaoru lifts his glass to his lips again, then pauses when he feels Kojiro's fingers stroke through his hair. "…Kojiro?"
The fingers in his hair don't stop. "Can I?"
Tipping his head back into Kojiro's touch, Kaoru sighs. "You're spoiling me."
"Am I?" With a rustle, Kojiro pulls a comb out of his pocket and runs it through Kaoru's hair. "And who bought us tickets to France during peak season, hm?"
"You wouldn't shut up about wanting to try French desserts," Kaoru grumbles. It's soothing, having Kojiro brush his hair like this. He shuts his eyes, letting himself enjoy the feeling of it. "I only flew us here so you'd stop annoying me."
"Too bad." Kojiro chuckles, dropping a kiss to the top of Kaoru's head. "Here I am annoying you anyway."
"Lucky me," Kaoru says dryly as he looks up at Kojiro, and he means it.
Judging from the way Kojiro grins back, he knows.
Re: FOR SLUMBER ♡ SK8 | JOE/CHERRY
Thank you so much for this amazing ficlet, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS CANON, the two of them are SO IN LOVE, and you've written such a pitch-perfect moment between the two of them. The comfort and familiarity, the hair touching, the way they do things for each other with that veneer of begrudgingness that we ALL KNOW is just a front for their feelings :'3 This is PERFECT, thank you so much!!