2019 Locker for Winnie

[kayable]

Name Winnie

Friending Meme Post: n/a

Fandoms: haikyuu!!, hypnosis microphone, eyeshield 21, devilman, kuroko no basuke

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes:

haikyuu:
OIKAWA/DAICHI.... my beloved rarepair
USHIOI... close second
anything with daishou i'll love you (mika/daishou/kuroo my ultimate ot3)
kundaichi/kunimi
oikawa/tendou
kuroo/daichi
kuroo/suga
any combination of the captains

hypnosis mic
i love jakurai/ramuda, unfortunately
i'm also really soft for gen/dice
doppo/hifumi
juto/anyone cause he's a thot
samatoki/ichiro
fling poly
any content with ichijiku or otome...... please i'm so thirsty
saburo is my babie i love any content of him being a lil bitch
i really love all these boys tbh

eyeshield 21:
please for the love of god feed me e21 content especially anything hiruma or himura/mamori my otp for life :(

devilman:
MIKI/MIKI....................
ryo/akira ofc the more tragique the better

kuroko no basuke:
honestly thirsty for any kiyoshi content
GIVE me the hanamiya/kiyoshi
aomine/kuroko
aomine/sakurai
any momoi
kagami/himuro......Soft...
mukkun/himuro
kagami/kuroko
anything with kuroko tbh that's my son

Likes:

rarepairs
polyamory
AUs
rivals/enemies to lovers
hateships and rivalries and all that good shit
bittersweet stuff
immortality/god aus
BODYGUARD AUS...........
femswaps/cisswaps

(nsfw likes: dirty talk, anonymity, pwp, porn with feelings, size difference, light dom/sub stuff, femdom, boobs, idk i have 2 brain cells and they're both horny)

Dislikes:

abuse, noncon (dubcon ok)

Anything else: luv you :) <3

Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.


(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Mar 15. Lockers will be open until the end of March.)

Comments

Ichijiku/Juto, Rating: T

[(Anonymous)]

Ichijiku’s smile cracks across Juto’s field of vision like a slap. “Iruma,” she says, the name slipping thinly between her lips, “do you know why I’ve summoned you to my office today?”

Juto has never been one for nervous gestures. No need to fiddle with your glasses and tuck your hair behind your ear when you’ve got some lowlife trembling in front of you on his knees. And yet, that smile on Ichijiku’s face has him running a hand down his dress shirt, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. “To be honest, Ma’am, I don’t.”

The concrete floor beneath them echoes with the clack of Ichijiku’s heels as she walks towards Juto. “I can’t say I’m surprised, but I’m not looking for brains. Iruma, I need a bodyguard.”

Surprise drops out of Juto’s mouth before he can stop himself. “You do?”

Ichijiku laughs at that, ample chest heaving. Too bold for prettiness, and Juto hopes she’ll eat him alive. “You’re supposed to be a resourceful sort of man. What do you think I want, right now?”

Juto gapes. “Could it be,” Ichijiku continues, “the same thing that you want?”

“I don’t know,” he says, feeling foolish.

Ichijiku grabs him by the tie. “Iruma Juto. Why don’t you get on your knees and show me just how loyal you can be.”

***

ILU WINNIE <3

HypMic: Yakuza Bodyguard AU

[catlarks]

A/N: there's this deeply self-indulgent yakuza AU that exists fondly in my heart where samaichi are a beautiful criminal power couple together and this could have been a ficlet about samaichi destroying their enemies, but it isn't. Because you said "bodyguard AU" and "Saburou being a little bitch" and MAN I LOVE THAT BRATTY INFANT SO MUCH, I'm so fond of characters who really do have skills but think they're more capable and adult than they are and who sometimes get knocked on their butts for it, that's all I ever want for Saburou.

So this is Saburou in the samaichi yakuza AU setting of my heart, I hope it is something you will like. (Riou works for Samatoki that's actually where Ichirou found him.)

Using this comment as a top level with the ficlet beneath it because it's about a thousand words and that way, if you wind up with very many comments, hopefully DW will collapse it.

[FIC]

[catlarks]

"I don't need one," Saburou says. "Send him back."

Ichirou pulls a face, a constipated expression midway between embarrassment and the sort of indignance which means he wants to sock Saburou one but is resisting. Saburou doesn't budge. He digs in his heels and crosses his arms defensively over his chest, holding his ground.

"He's not a— a— a birthday present," Ichirou gets out, before shooting the man standing not two meters away from them an apologetic look. "I didn't pick him up in a department store, he doesn't come with a receipt! And anyway, you need a bodyguard. Non-negotiable."

"I can take care of myself."

"Bullshit," Ichirou says.

Usually, he tries not to swear in front of Saburou and their other brother, as if polite language will change the fact that he's in bed with the yakuza. That they are yakuza now, too. Ichirou has shared sake with the head of the Aohitsugi family. Saburou knows what that means. (Saburou knows that isn't all that it means, knows that his brother ought to give him more credit because he is not a stupid child.)

Saburou only shrugs, because he's done just fine for himself so far and he doesn't need coddling and protection — from Ichirou or from anyone else.

"Well I paid him," Ichirou says. "So you're just going to have to get used to it."

Saburou has a smart retort ready on the tip of his tongue, has so much more he's ready to say, but Ichirou doesn't stick around to hear it. He's out the door before Saburou can get the words out of his mouth.

He stares blankly at the closed door. Turns to stare at his new bodyguard. His bodyguard stares back.

Saburou has the disconcerting impression that the man hasn't blinked, not once, the entire time he's been standing there. His back is held ramrod-straight, body at attention, like a perfect little toy soldier. Maybe Ichirou did find him at a department store. He wouldn't look out of place in a bucket of plastic army men.

"You can stop doing that, you know," Saburou says. "My brother isn't even here."

A long beat of silence stretches out between them, so long Saburou begins wondering whether his new bodyguard is a toy, something carved out of wood, unmoving, not human at all. His heartbeat speeds, imagination running away from him. Did Ichirou really leave some strange man alone with him in his bedroom? So much for worrying about Saburou's safety, so much for taking care of him, so much for not entrusting him to some dangerous renegade who for all Ichirou knows is preparing to slit Saburou's throat where he sta—

"Stop doing what?" the man asks.

Saburou takes a breath.

"Staring at me," Saburou says, though it wasn't what he'd meant before.

He walks across the room, throwing himself down on his bed. He isn't used to having so much space for himself, hasn't acclimated to all the rapid changes Ichirou has made to their lives. They're good changes, mostly. Aside from the bodyguard thing.

Saburou glances back at him. He hasn't budged an inch.

"What's your name?" Saburou asks, when curiosity finally gets the better of him. He can tell already that if he tries to wait this man out, punishing him with silence, Saburou is the one who will lose.

There's a moment of hesitation — or Saburou guesses that's what it is, when the man's expression barely shifts, a stretch of silence as he thinks over the appropriate response. He says, "Riou."

"I don't need your protection, Riou," Saburou tells him. "I don't care what Ichi-nii says."

"You can take care of yourself," Riou says. He nods, like he's verifying the statement — like he approves. "You have a strong will."

"Yeah, well," Saburou says. "I've got practice."

"So do I." Riou unsticks himself from his lock-legged pose at last, takes a single step closer to the bed, then one step more.

Saburou scrambles up into a seated position. On hands and knees on the mattress, Riou looms over him. He's broad-shouldered, tall, inherently intimidating. For a moment, though, Saburou expects him to kneel at his feet.

"I will protect you," Riou says. "Whenever you have the need. From anything."

"Anything," Saburou echoes.

That is a degree of loyalty he's never experienced — and probably doesn't deserve. Anything. Like he'd trade his life for Saburou's, as easily as he might spend a dollar at the convenience store. Passed from his hands like he's giving up nothing, or like the life he's buying is worth every bloodied cent.

"Even from Ichi-nii?" Saburou hazards, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a crooked almost-grin.

Riou considers that, with the same deliberate seriousness he has afforded all of Saburou's words. Ichirou is the one paying him. When it comes down to it, Ichirou is the person owed Riou's loyalty.

"If it was necessary," Riou decides. "I would protect you from Ichirou."

There's a strange, fluttery feeling catching in Saburou's chest. The idea that Ichirou might ever be the one to hurt him is foreign, laughable, makes him lightheaded from the sheer absurdity of the thought. But it is the thought that someone might defend Saburou from even that impossible danger that threatens to knock him off his feet.

"Fine," Saburou says.

As much as he wants to turn his face away, to protect his frightening and unfamiliar thoughts with the privacy of a lowered gaze, Saburou makes himself hold Riou's stare. He's strong-willed, brave enough to look something new in the face. He will not be afraid.

"Protect me, then. You're hired."

[wino]

WINNIE im so glad saso brought us together all those yrs ago!! apart from being a fantastic author u are also just an a+ human being and a paragon of taste...a man of culture as they say...idt i told u before but when i got u for chocbox i was SO happy not just because of ur prompts but because u were a friend and i just knew i’d delight in writing something for you (and i did!!) and i have no regrets going as hard as i did. u are amazing and i hope u live everyday with full knowledge of that!! ily <3