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fic: multiple archiving
Title: Fruity
Series: Hanakimi
Character/Pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Word Count: 277
A/N: Written in a comment to poke Nia with, I was tired so it’s a bit strange. Sort of related to Paper Bag. 38. fruity; via 64damn_prompts
While Umeda was the one who was gayer, the one who'd never kissed a woman or married or felt her soft flesh, it was Akiha who seemed the more obvious. It might have been the hair, which he occasionally kept in a loose ponytail (or even pigtails to amuse Rio at times), it was his loud printed shirts and habit of wearing bandanas. Or possibly his wallet picture who he would show to everyone of a heart shaped picture with his arm about Umeda, with a giant grin on his face. Umeda looked like he might bite someone or something, namely Akiha.
People looked at Akiha and saw a very strapping gay young man who adored his boyfriend -- possibly because one of his first introductions upon meeting was and this is senpai and me! which left little to the imagination of their relationship (what little was left to the imagination Akiha would fill in with great gusto)
That was why Umeda could still be mistaken for straight even with his manicure, moisturized skin, torrid past involving dressing like a Vegas show girl and his secret ‘gayest music collection ever’ (consisting of Tori, Sarah, Fiona and many others that were so gay it was almost a cliche he liked them so much.)
Then again, maybe he was just mistaken for straight just because of his rainbow sparkling I LOVE SENPAI ‘roommate’ who anyone could be mistaken for straight beside.
Title: Circle
Series: Loveless
Character/Pairing: Kouya/Yamato
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 408
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alphabet_love / 26. Zero. Strange one, but whatev. It’s Loveless, I can get away with being strange for this fandom.
Kouya traces across her lover’s breasts to where the unbroken circle is. It looks fainter today, as if it were simply a drawn thing to be washed off instead of a binding contract between two bodies. It is without beginning or end; a breathless march without corners. She kisses the point, as if to keep it there a little longer. She knows it is fading even if Yamato tries to hide. The bond is too tight to miss the nuances of such things.
They’re nothing, nothing, nothing, but they’re nothing together. Even if they had to wander unnamed in the streets scrounging for food in refuse, they would not be alone. It is that continuance, that binding that makes each day come easier. She can’t feel the wind on her skin or taste the blood that comes to her mouth as the wounds accrue but she can feel Yamato. The bond is tight enough that the world has enclosed and folded its wings around just them.
Kouya traces the line around and around. She wills it to go on, to live and be endless with her. Eternity is a frame of mind. Keep breathing, keep beating. Life is what you make of it, smiles even come from the dark, flowers can grow in the cracks of broken pavement. Isn’t that what all those cliches are? She thinks them like a mantra now. Keep breathing.. It’s nothingness and they, them. Endless. Their hands clasp and the circle is wound around and around. It spins into oblivion, and they simply are. The world is extraneous, meaningless, a subplot to be tossed aside when needed. The lines go around and around and it is just their bodies, curved, kissing, cradled. The days spin by and the violence is kept outside by fading black circles on their breasts, near their hearts. They are timeless until the last breath, a figure eight on sides of eternity. They are infinite, a new day and it begins again. Kouya traces across her lover’s breasts to where the unbroken circle is. It looks fainter today, as if it were simply a drawn thing to be washed off instead of a binding contract between two bodies. It is without beginning or end; a breathless march without corners.
Title: Declivity
Day/Theme 22. lips that would kiss form prayers to broken stone |
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: PG I guess?
Character/Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Summary: When you’ve hit rock bottom, the only place to go is up.
Word count: 513
A/N: Happy birthday, Sam :3
declivity >noun (pl. declivities) a downward slope.
-ORIGIN Latin declivitas, from clivus 'a slope'.
Three months and they were the laughing stock of Meifu, the pair with a coming expiration date. Tsuzuki goes through partners like others do lovers, and true, the distinction is often a very thin, blurred one. Tsuzuki is like a small child, always grasping for a sight of comfort in his partners. They must care for him, and in turn be cared for. They must know nothing of him, the man that is their partner, the childish slob, the lazy one, the mask, the despondency, the beast.
Four months go by and Hisoka is no closer, he does not search for the answers. Tsuzuki does not tell. They fight like some long married couple over the most minor of things. They agree on the big things, or at least form a facsimile truce. The walls were set, and they did not touch them. Some things were better off left alone.
Five months was like falling downhill, and hitting every rock along the way. Bruises come and go, the shinigami body heals the wounds of their facsimile bodies but not the deeper wounds of the spirit. They are on their own for such things, left to the cold and dark endless nights.
Six and seven months are spent with no true progress. They fight, they rebuild the wall and mend it. Good walls make good neighbors, and they are skilled at the building and rebuilding of masonry.
Eight and nine and ten fall to the places below, there is always another layer, a section below the first of the crushing falls to find. There is no true mercy in the world, a world which hands out misfortune indeterminably. Eleven and twelve, when one falls the other will soon follow. Their as caught up as a tangled ball of twine together. It can’t get worse, but it can get a lot better.
So Hisoka picks himself up, brushes them both up and makes the ascent. Even if they’re doomed to be Sisyphus, pushing a stone to up an incline for eternity, they’ll keep climbing and climbing. What else is there to this half-life?
He is not used to the giving and receiving of comfort, but there is a first for everything even if it must be found after death. So they climb, they live in their non-breathing, non-heartbeating sense of life and they unfold. Love does not know the boundaries of death, it is amorphous thing, without finite boundaries.
Years after he has long passed from the world, Hisoka learns first the gift of friendship and then the gentle stirrings of a something. And they climb that mountain together even knowing that the rock will fall. They’ll climb it again and again until time itself ends.
Series: Hanakimi
Character/Pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Word Count: 277
A/N: Written in a comment to poke Nia with, I was tired so it’s a bit strange. Sort of related to Paper Bag. 38. fruity; via 64damn_prompts
While Umeda was the one who was gayer, the one who'd never kissed a woman or married or felt her soft flesh, it was Akiha who seemed the more obvious. It might have been the hair, which he occasionally kept in a loose ponytail (or even pigtails to amuse Rio at times), it was his loud printed shirts and habit of wearing bandanas. Or possibly his wallet picture who he would show to everyone of a heart shaped picture with his arm about Umeda, with a giant grin on his face. Umeda looked like he might bite someone or something, namely Akiha.
People looked at Akiha and saw a very strapping gay young man who adored his boyfriend -- possibly because one of his first introductions upon meeting was and this is senpai and me! which left little to the imagination of their relationship (what little was left to the imagination Akiha would fill in with great gusto)
That was why Umeda could still be mistaken for straight even with his manicure, moisturized skin, torrid past involving dressing like a Vegas show girl and his secret ‘gayest music collection ever’ (consisting of Tori, Sarah, Fiona and many others that were so gay it was almost a cliche he liked them so much.)
Then again, maybe he was just mistaken for straight just because of his rainbow sparkling I LOVE SENPAI ‘roommate’ who anyone could be mistaken for straight beside.
Title: Circle
Series: Loveless
Character/Pairing: Kouya/Yamato
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 408
A/N:
alphabet_love / 26. Zero. Strange one, but whatev. It’s Loveless, I can get away with being strange for this fandom. Kouya traces across her lover’s breasts to where the unbroken circle is. It looks fainter today, as if it were simply a drawn thing to be washed off instead of a binding contract between two bodies. It is without beginning or end; a breathless march without corners. She kisses the point, as if to keep it there a little longer. She knows it is fading even if Yamato tries to hide. The bond is too tight to miss the nuances of such things.
They’re nothing, nothing, nothing, but they’re nothing together. Even if they had to wander unnamed in the streets scrounging for food in refuse, they would not be alone. It is that continuance, that binding that makes each day come easier. She can’t feel the wind on her skin or taste the blood that comes to her mouth as the wounds accrue but she can feel Yamato. The bond is tight enough that the world has enclosed and folded its wings around just them.
Kouya traces the line around and around. She wills it to go on, to live and be endless with her. Eternity is a frame of mind. Keep breathing, keep beating. Life is what you make of it, smiles even come from the dark, flowers can grow in the cracks of broken pavement. Isn’t that what all those cliches are? She thinks them like a mantra now. Keep breathing.. It’s nothingness and they, them. Endless. Their hands clasp and the circle is wound around and around. It spins into oblivion, and they simply are. The world is extraneous, meaningless, a subplot to be tossed aside when needed. The lines go around and around and it is just their bodies, curved, kissing, cradled. The days spin by and the violence is kept outside by fading black circles on their breasts, near their hearts. They are timeless until the last breath, a figure eight on sides of eternity. They are infinite, a new day and it begins again. Kouya traces across her lover’s breasts to where the unbroken circle is. It looks fainter today, as if it were simply a drawn thing to be washed off instead of a binding contract between two bodies. It is without beginning or end; a breathless march without corners.
Title: Declivity
Day/Theme 22. lips that would kiss form prayers to broken stone |
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: PG I guess?
Character/Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Summary: When you’ve hit rock bottom, the only place to go is up.
Word count: 513
A/N: Happy birthday, Sam :3
declivity >noun (pl. declivities) a downward slope.
-ORIGIN Latin declivitas, from clivus 'a slope'.
Three months and they were the laughing stock of Meifu, the pair with a coming expiration date. Tsuzuki goes through partners like others do lovers, and true, the distinction is often a very thin, blurred one. Tsuzuki is like a small child, always grasping for a sight of comfort in his partners. They must care for him, and in turn be cared for. They must know nothing of him, the man that is their partner, the childish slob, the lazy one, the mask, the despondency, the beast.
Four months go by and Hisoka is no closer, he does not search for the answers. Tsuzuki does not tell. They fight like some long married couple over the most minor of things. They agree on the big things, or at least form a facsimile truce. The walls were set, and they did not touch them. Some things were better off left alone.
Five months was like falling downhill, and hitting every rock along the way. Bruises come and go, the shinigami body heals the wounds of their facsimile bodies but not the deeper wounds of the spirit. They are on their own for such things, left to the cold and dark endless nights.
Six and seven months are spent with no true progress. They fight, they rebuild the wall and mend it. Good walls make good neighbors, and they are skilled at the building and rebuilding of masonry.
Eight and nine and ten fall to the places below, there is always another layer, a section below the first of the crushing falls to find. There is no true mercy in the world, a world which hands out misfortune indeterminably. Eleven and twelve, when one falls the other will soon follow. Their as caught up as a tangled ball of twine together. It can’t get worse, but it can get a lot better.
So Hisoka picks himself up, brushes them both up and makes the ascent. Even if they’re doomed to be Sisyphus, pushing a stone to up an incline for eternity, they’ll keep climbing and climbing. What else is there to this half-life?
He is not used to the giving and receiving of comfort, but there is a first for everything even if it must be found after death. So they climb, they live in their non-breathing, non-heartbeating sense of life and they unfold. Love does not know the boundaries of death, it is amorphous thing, without finite boundaries.
Years after he has long passed from the world, Hisoka learns first the gift of friendship and then the gentle stirrings of a something. And they climb that mountain together even knowing that the rock will fall. They’ll climb it again and again until time itself ends.