HIKAGO DAY: Fanwork Prompt Meme
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Hikago Day Prompt MemeHOW IT WORKS: Post prompts in the comments. It can be anything: scenarios, pretty pictures, kinks, songs, random words, screen shots, or whatever you think might be inspiring. THEN post the fanworks inspired by the prompt. There are no limits to how many prompts you can post (the more the merrier, in fact) or how you use them. Post fic, fanart, icons, podfic, fanmix, vids, gifs, crafts, games, poems, ANY MEDIUM! RULES: -Please play nice! No kink shaming. No pairing bashing. -Warn for potential triggers in both prompts and fills. -Try to keep one prompt per comment. You can comment as many times as you like, but for the sake of organization, it's easier to break things up. -List your pairing (if any) in the subject line to make it easier to find. -Fills can be any medium, any length, any anything, but if you post off-comm, provide a link to the work in the thread of the original prompt. |
That's it! Let's 5!!
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Any pairing or gen
Date: 2013-04-17 01:48 am (UTC)Duckbros
Date: 2013-04-17 02:06 am (UTC)Duckbros.
Hikaru/Akira
Date: 2013-04-17 02:08 am (UTC)Re: Hikaru/Akira
Date: 2013-04-18 08:56 am (UTC)The day does not start out weird. It is actually nothing strange about Touya waiting for Hikaru outside the go institute when Hikaru walks out from one of his games. And maybe it is a bit unusual that Touya suggest that they go out for ramen instead of suggesting a game, but it is certainly not unheard of. And that they talk about Hikaru’s game in the restaurant and start to argue about the validity of the moves is absolutely expected. No, the weird comes in when Touya suddenly, instead of yelling at Hikaru or possibly trying to throw something at his head, pulls back, draws a deep breath and says,
“Yeah, ok, maybe your right.”
Hikaru drops his chopsticks. He stares at Touya in mute horror, wondering if this is the end of the world.
Touya draws in another deep breath.
“Ok, no. No, you are absolutely not right. But. But, I just. Can we just not argue?”
“Uhhh.” Hikaru says because he has no idea of how to handle this. Arguing is what he and Touya does. It is as certain as sunshine and go playing. That Touya suddenly wants to stop arguing must be a horrible sign of something and Hikaru is desperately trying to figure out what. He stares at Touya for a minute and then blurts,
“Oh my god, are you dying?”
“What?!” Touya says “No! Why would you think that?!”
“Are your parents dying?! “
“No! What are you even talking about?!” Touya draws a couple of deep, calming breaths again. “Look, nobody’s dying, ok. Can’t we just have a nice meal without arguing?”
Hikaru stares some more. Something is terribly wrong with the world. Touya meanwhile sulkily returns to his food. They finish the meal in awkward silence. Hikaru feels a sense of relief when he eats the last bite, because then they can go and play go and there is no way in hell Touya will refrain from yelling at him when they have actually played. The world will thus have a chance to right itself.
But Touya looks at him from under his bangs and awkwardly suggest that they go and watch a movie.
Hikaru stares again. He longs for the simple logic of a go board. And a world where Touya has not been exchanged for a pod person.
“I, uh. What kind of movie?” he asks carefully, trying to envisage any movie Touya would like to watch instead of playing go. “Is it some… uh… culturally significant, uh…”
It turns out Touya has tickets to an action movie. An action movie!
“Are you sure you are ok?” Hikaru asks faintly, because he cannot imagine any reality where Touya Akira would voluntary go and watch any such thing.
Touya glares at him.
“I’m fine. I just thought it could be interesting, that’s all.”
“Uh, ok” Hikaru says, because he has actually been wanting to see this particular movie. Plus if Touya is having a stroke or something, it is vital that Hikaru is there and can take him to the hospital.
The movie is actually pretty good. Touya unsurprisingly does not think so.
“But it was completely absurd!” he says with agitation as they leave the darkness of the movie theater, “Physics does not work that way! And why would he even–”
“Why are you talking about physics?! Jeeze, you were the one who wanted to see it. What did you think it would be, a realistic description of what happens when one guy fights an army with a sword?”
Instead of snapping back at him Touya only flushes and looks down and Hikaru feels like an asshole. He really doesn’t understand what brought about this version of Touya and desperately wishes for the one that yells and insults his mental abilities.
“So, uhm, what do you want to do now?” he asks carefully, trying to make peace. “Play go?” he adds hopefully. It turns out Touya think they should go to the park, and since that is seriously a step down in weirdness from the action movie Hikaru eagerly accepts. It is early spring, the sun is shining and the park is full of couples in love looking at each other adoringly. Hikaru feels very awkward, but he and Touya manage to find a secluded corner and Touya disappears for a while and returns with ice cream. By now Hikaru has concluded that Touya probably has inhaled some sort of heavy drug during the day, so he doesn’t even ask about the ice cream. It is actually very nice to sit outside with the sun in his face for a change and Hikaru is sort of relishing it.
“This is nice” he tells Touya as they are sitting there, and Touya smiles at him. Touya is often very intense and very serious, but he has this particular way of smiling at Hikaru sometimes. It is a smile that is very soft and very warm in a way that heats up Hikaru’s chest and makes it hard for him to breathe. Suddenly the day feels pretty awesome.
Then Touya turns to him, opens his mouth and Hikaru has this feeling that something profound is about to happen. Which is of course when his phone rings and Hikaru realizes that Touya’s bizarre behavior has made him totally forget the teaching game he is supposed to be having right now (well ok, maybe it isn’t only Touya’s fault but he sure didn’t help). So Hikaru spends the next few minutes cursing up a storm in his own head all while he apologizes profoundly on the phone and promises to come over right this minute. And when he hangs up Touya thankfully forgets that he is the weird alternate reality version of himself and calls Hikaru a thoughtless idiot. It makes Hikaru feel a bit better, but even as he goes to bed that night he can’t stop thinking about what the hell all this was about.
He takes time to whine to Waya when they meet the next day to discuss a game. It is possible that he is actually rambling but he needs to make Waya understand the absolute weirdness of everything that happened.
“And then he brought me ice cream. Ice cream . I mean, what was that about?” He finishes. Clearly this is incomprehensible.
Waya sighs. Then he rubs his forehead and sighs again.
“Shindou,” he says with a note of barely held together patience, “we're friends, right?”
“Yeeees?” Hikaru says, since there really isn’t anything else he can answer to that.
“And you wouldn’t want to cause me pain, right?
“Nooo?”
“Then why,” Waya says, clearly at the end of his patience “are you telling me about you and Touya Akira’s dating problems?!” Why would you possibly do that to me?!”
Hikaru chokes on his tea.
“What? What are you–? Me and Touya does not have dating problems!”
“Then why have you been whining about them for the last hour?” Waya says unsympathetically. Look, can’t you just let me believe that the only thing you and Touya does is yell at each other and play go? Do you have to talk about your romantic outings in the park? Because I really don’t want to know. ”
“But it wasn’t a date.” Hikaru complains. “Why would you think that? It was just–” Then he cuts himself of, because now that he thinks about it, it really does sound like a date. But it hasn’t even crossed his mind. Because this is Touya that they are talking about, and if Touya wanted to date him then it would surely be connected to go and not this weird, girl magazine stuff.
“But that doesn’t even make sense!” He wails “I mean, who even does things like that. It is like he just put ‘date’ in a search engine and–” Then he goes quiet again, because holy shit, Touya totally would put date in a search engine, wouldn’t he. It is not like he has any clue about this stuff on his own. Hikaru feels himself flushing.
“Uhm,” he says, looking at Waya “Uh, I have to…”
Waya flails his hands.
“I do not want to know. At all. Please never tell me. Come back when you actually want to talk about go.
And Hikaru grins at him and takes off.
When he gets to Touya’s apartment he remembers that Touya has lessons in Chinese the entire morning so he ends up sitting outside Touya’s door waiting for an hour. It isn’t good for his nerves. Because what if he has misunderstood something. Maybe this wasn’t a date at all. If it was, wouldn’t Touya just have told him that? On the other hand, it would explain the whole day and Touya really isn’t a master in the subtleties of human interaction. He suddenly realizes that while Touya is very secure and very direct when it comes to go and handles all formal occasions way better than Hikaru himself, he has a tendency follow Hikaru’s lead when it comes to ordinary social stuff. Touya has no clue about people their own age or what would be considered normal behavior among them but he always assumes that Hikaru knows it as a matter of course. Maybe he assumed that Hikaru would just know this too.
Suddenly he hears steps in the stairs and his heart abruptly starts to pound again. He can absolutely not screw this up. Because Touya is as necessary in his life as breathing and to not have him there is as unthinkable as going without air.
Touya looks surprised when he sees Hikaru sitting outside his door.
“Shindou,” he says, “what are you doing here?”
Hikaru smiles at him weakly and shrugs.
“I just wanted to talk to you.” he answers. “Can I come in?”
Touya looks a bit flustered.
“Well, yes. Alright.” he says, but he looks furtively at Hikaru as they walk in to the apartment and his back is very straight and tense.
“So…” Hikaru says, gathering his courage as Touya closes the door, “All that stuff we did yesterday. Was that a date?”
As he sees Touya freezing and sees the look on his face he suddenly knows that he has gotten it right and a heat rushes through his body. He suddenly feels relaxed and almost giddy. Because Touya is as scared as he is, and somehow that helps.
Touya draws a deep breath, seemingly steeling himself for this conversation but Hikaru doesn’t let him catch his breath.
“Because if it was, it was a pretty lame date. And it didn’t end the way it supposed to.”
Touya flushes a deep red, but his eyes flashes and Hikaru contently concludes that they will be back to the yelling stage in no time.
Before Touya can actually start yelling, Hikaru leans in.
“It is supposed to end like this,” he says and kisses Touya.
He had planned to make the kiss brief. To very suavely kiss Touya and then lean back and say something witty. But that was obviously an absurd idea. Because Touya, after a muffled sound and a second of stiffening up, kisses him back, and it is not a soft or meek or mild kiss. It is forceful and passionate and desperate in a way that Hikaru wasn’t expecting. Somehow Hikaru realizes, in the back of his head, he still thought he was the only one who really, really wanted this, but now with Touya pressed up against him he suddenly realizes how much Touya wants him. Hikaru totally loses his head and when they finally pull back still pressed against each other his heart is pounding and he feels like his entire body is on fire. Akira is flushed and gasping, but he is looking at Hikaru with eyes that Hikaru has been fighting a lifetime to get aimed at him and Hikaru’s brain sort of shorts out. He can find absolutely no reason why his tongue isn’t in Akira’s mouth right this instance.
“You could have told me it was a date.” he mumbles as he leans in again seeking Akira’s mouth.
Akira sort of stops him and looks at him with real bewilderment.
“What on earth else could it have been?”
“I thought you might have been on drugs?”
As it turns out, they are back at the yelling stage but Touya kisses him again anyway.
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Date: 2013-04-17 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-17 04:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
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From:Hikaru/Akira or Gen
Date: 2013-04-17 02:14 am (UTC)Saeki/Ashiwara
Date: 2013-04-17 02:15 am (UTC)Hikaru/Akira
Date: 2013-04-17 02:16 am (UTC)Go club members
Date: 2013-04-17 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-17 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-17 02:56 am (UTC)Major Character Death
Rape/Non-Con
Underage
And then I toss in dub-con too.
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From:Shindou/Touya: NetGo cybersex
Date: 2013-04-17 03:12 am (UTC)Re: Shindou/Touya: NetGo cybersex
Date: 2013-04-17 03:22 am (UTC)FILL: Akira/Hikaru, vaguely sexual content, UST, this is a mess
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From:Any: humor icons
Date: 2013-04-17 03:14 am (UTC)Yashiro/Waya
Date: 2013-04-17 03:25 am (UTC)(Variants from this prompt with other pairings are totally acceptable! :D)
Hikaru/Touya
Date: 2013-04-17 06:14 am (UTC)FILL: Akira/Hikaru, mentions of drinking, no real warnings?
Date: 2016-01-05 08:03 am (UTC)-
"Thank you," Akira says, taking a sip from his wine glass which consists of little more than wetting his lips with the beverage. "It's been a very illuminating conversation."
"Likewise," his companion agrees, gifting Akira with a nod of his head before stepping back into the crowd at the party.
Inwardly, Akira breathes a sigh of relief. Illuminating is the least he can say about a chat with a man he knows very well is ex-KGB. He isn't the most savory of companions, but Akira needed someone to speak for him in order to get inside the Russian embassy, and their "chance encounter" in the pool hall had been the perfect lead-in for earning an invitation.
After all, Akira always had been good at games.
It was something his companion had commented about, shooting pool against him. Akira didn't gauge the table nearly as much as he gauged his opponent — it's what makes him skilled at chess, and at Go: knowing how other players think and how to respond. It's what makes him more than talented as a spy.
He stays where he is, miming sipping at his wine as he watches the bald patch at the back of the man's head bob away through the crowd. The party going on has attracted all sorts of personages whom Akira might recognize better from a watch list than a social calendar, and the last thing he wants to do is give anyone the wrong impression. His patron has had more than a few glasses of wine himself, which means Akira is at last free to excuse himself not simply from the man's company, but also from his immediate vicinity.
There are many individuals present whom Akira should look out for, but the thing his country is most interested in is technological intel. And where better for diplomats and ex-militants to keep their secrets and their flash drives, than in a building only accessible by bypassing layers of foreign security?
Or by being let through it, though Akira cannot take all of the credit for that.
He cuts across the reception hall, giving polite greetings to those individuals he brushes elbows with, imparting shallow little smiles and making certain not to say anything that might embroil him in conversation. The best way to go unnoticed is to blend in; Akira is certain he'd be more obtrusive if he didn't exchange a few words with the other guests. After cutting across the room and lingering beside the refreshments table, he takes the opportunity to duck into a side hallway.
And right into the chest of one of the other guests.
"I'm sorr—" he starts to say, before his eyes focus on the face of the man he'd collided with just long enough to place it. "Shindou!"
"Don't," Hikaru says, slapping a hand over Akira's mouth and glaring at him peevishly. "You idiot."
"Me the idiot?" Akira protests, just as soon as he's pried Hikaru's fingers away from his mouth. "That's rich, coming from you of all people. What are you doing here?"
"Business," Hikaru says, as if that should be obvious. "What are you doing here?"
For a moment Akira simply splutters at the very idea of Hikaru being in the Russian embassy on "business," before shooting back, "I'm the one here on business, unless someone far more important than you got their wires crossed."
Maddeningly, Hikaru's only response to that is to stick out his tongue, before leveling Akira with another glare. "My, you know," he says, before lowering his voice as he mentally scans over what he's approved to say, in their present environment, "is totally legit, I have the, uh, company's approval to be here just as much as you do. Probably more."
"Why didn't they tell me this," Akira says, turning away from Hikaru.
It was no longer worth arguing over which of them has the proper clearance for Russian intelligence-gathering. Akira is familiar enough with the capricious ways of their higher-ups not to doubt the possibility that they'd both been cleared to take part in the same operation — and completely unbeknownst to each other. Chances are, their bosses had planned to keep them entirely separate from each other, a compartmentalized op which they, in their infinite wisdom, had just bungled.
Which Hikaru had just bungled, because Akira had been proceeding exactly to the terms of his plan.
"I don't know," Hikaru says, deaf to Akira's internal laments. "Maybe they didn't think you were important enough to be read in, huh?"
"Please," Akira says, still not looking at Hikaru. "Be quiet."
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Hikaru open his mouth to begin the argument again, same as they always do. There was a reason they got assigned so few of the same operations, though even Akira would admit — under pressure — that their joint work is some of the best in his file. He knows that Hikaru is just going to pick another fight with him, but it isn't the time, not when Akira is almost certain he'd heard someone coming down the wrong end of their back hallway.
"I said," Akira repeats, pushing Hikaru up into the alcove around one of the doorways and pressing him into the wall. "Be. Quiet."
Hikaru is silent — for the moment. His eyes are blown wide above the hand Akira has pressed over his mouth, a curious blend of surprise and building outrage. Akira knows what will happen when that anger hits boiling point, with such familiarity that he immediately grasps for the best means of forestalling it.
Akira leans a little closer, pressing his hips in against Hikaru's hips, settling his free hand in against Hikaru's waist. His fingers splay out against Hikaru's ribs, detectable through his dress shirt — if only because Akira has slid his hand beneath the fabric of the suit jacket Hikaru is wearing overtop it. He can feel the breaths Hikaru is taking in, slow but shaky, stuttering with his surprise. It's unexpectedly soothing.
"Someone is moving about down that hall," Akira whispers, so softly the words go no farther than his breath. He tilts his head to the side, indicating where he means with an incline of his chin that causes his hair to swing about his face. "And I don't want them becoming suspicious of us."
It's at that point that Hikaru thinks to reach up and pry Akira's hand down from his face, wrenching at Akira's arm but keeping the silence Akira has asked for. He glares at Akira a moment, then looks to the side, twisting his head in an attempt to see down the hall. It gets him nowhere. Akira can tell, because when Hikaru turns back toward him his body goes limp with defeat.
"So are you gonna let go of me?" Hikaru mutters, pushing vaguely at Akira's chest. "Or do you just like slinking in corners?"
"It isn't that," Akira says. "Rather, I thought that if someone walked by here, we're far less worthy of remarking on, like this."
He tilts his head again, this time as an indication down between their bodies. Hikaru follows the line of Akira's gaze for a moment, before the implication catches up to him all at once and Akira is forced to slap his hand back over Hikaru's mouth just to choke off the scream building in his throat.
"We're not," Hikaru starts to mutter, mouth moving against Akira's fingers. "You're just, trying to get one over about the operation! You've done this before, Touya, don't think I don't remember!"
Akira flushes, and immediately prays that the alcove will be too dark for Hikaru to notice. He remembers, too — a different mission, a different cover, a different compromising situation. It's easiest, to let Hikaru think it was a ploy on Akira's part to improve his standing within that operation. Better that, than letting Hikaru realize that he'd meant it.
"I'm not," is what Akira says. "In fact, now that we've de-compartmentalized this operation, I suggest we work together. What do you think of that, Shindou?"
"Hmph," Hikaru huffs, nudging Akira away from him. "What, think I've got the better intel, on the intel?"
"Hardly," Akira shoots back. "Is it so hard to believe I think we'll work well together?"
"A little," Hikaru says. "But since I'm such a great spy, I guess I have to believe you."
"Don't say that in public," Akira chides, shaking his head as he takes a step away. A stealthy glance down the hall reveals no open doors, no visible event guests. Akira takes Hikaru by the hand, laces their fingers together like he's still playing at being clandestine lovers. "Come on, let's get this over with."
Re: FILL: Akira/Hikaru, mentions of drinking, no real warnings?
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Date: 2013-04-17 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-17 06:18 am (UTC)There's a rumor going around the ki-in that the reason Hikaru left Go for that stretch of time is because Ogata took liberties where none should have been taken. Hikaru has to find a way to get everyone to shut up because it's just not true no matter how creepy Ogata can be sometimes.
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Date: 2013-04-17 01:19 pm (UTC)Either Shindou and Touya playing Glitch or a Glitch AU with Shindou and Touya as Glitchen.
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Date: 2013-04-17 06:36 pm (UTC)(yes that is a ramen bowl on shindou's head lol)
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From:Yeongha/Hikaru
Date: 2013-04-17 04:36 pm (UTC)Touya Akira
Date: 2013-04-18 03:35 am (UTC)Re: Touya Akira
Date: 2013-04-18 03:45 am (UTC)Harumi remembers the first time the meijin brings his son to the go salon. He is 3 and she remembers thinking that he is pretty like a little china dolls as he shyly clings to his father’s hand. Then he smiles at her and she falls in love.
Akira keeps coming. Almost every day, year after year he hands in his perfect, gleaming bag and sits very still, playing with people many times his own age and winning. It is something untouchable about him. He smiles and bows and speaks politely and as Harumi watches him he seems out of this would, like reality cannot touch him. She watches him grow up but there is a stillness about him that she has never seen in any other child.
“Don’t you want to go out and play with other children?” she asks him once and he smiles at her politely.
“I want to play go,” he says.
His mother buys him a new bag every year, but in truth that isn’t necessary. His clothes are perfectly ironed; his bag is perfectly shiny and always looks new. Akira does not crinkle or yell or get messy. Sometimes she wants to ruffle his hair or pull his sweater askew but somehow she doesn’t think that would matter. Akira will not ruffle or get messed up. He is an untouchable child.
He rarely speaks to children his own age and when he does he forgets them immediately. He does not understand their world and they do not understand his. He always looks very small and very lonely as he sits in front of his go board. Harumi brings him juice. He never spills it.
The first time she sees him lose his composure she stares at the bleached haired kid that apparently caused all these emotions and tries to understand.
Akira keeps coming to the salon, but suddenly he is not perfectly put together. He is caught up in the mystery that is Shindou Hikaru and suddenly his cheeks are getting color.
When Touya Akira is 15 he hands in his bag and it is all scratched up. It looks terrible. Harumi looks at it in horror. In all the years Akira has come to the go salon his bag has never had as much as a speck of imperfection.
“What happened to your bag?!” she asks.
“Shindou threw it in a bush!” Akira says, like he cannot believe this has actually happened. “He just, we were talking about his last game and he threw it in a bush .”
Harumi has seen enough of Akira and Shindou together to know that “talking” undoubtedly means “arguing” and she can imagine a wide range of things Akira could have said that would prompt Shindou to start throwing his things in bushes.
She looks at Akira. His cheeks are flushed; his eyes are wide in outrage. There is, she notice, mud on his pants. He does not look like a china doll. He looks like an angry 15 year old boy who cannot believe that his friend just vandalized his property.
Harumi cannot stop smiling the entire day.
Re: Touya Akira
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Date: 2013-04-18 04:19 am (UTC)Hikaru/Akira
Date: 2013-04-18 04:24 am (UTC)Hikaru/Akira
Date: 2013-04-18 04:28 am (UTC)gen
Date: 2013-04-20 02:12 am (UTC)Shindou/Touya, soulbonding
Date: 2013-04-21 02:41 am (UTC)Any
Date: 2013-04-21 12:00 pm (UTC)Catboys!
(You guys know what I mean- think Loveless, but it doesn't have to be a Loveless crossover/fusion/whatever. Also I'm ridiculously fond of the idea of linking/wrapping tails together, especially if the two people involved are unaware of doing it. Too cute. Bonus points if you can do that.)