#saezuru fanfiction

[beigepillow]

So I’ve been thinking about the ask regarding analysis about Doumeki and truthfully I left out a part of my opinion. I think there is a censorship in the fandom about Yashiro in particular and if you don’t follow the general opinion about him, you become kind of an outcast in the fandom. It has gotten better recently because my opinions have been shown to have some kind of validity to them with what is happening in saezuru but I have had a rough time of it. Looking at the events in saezuru through Doumeki’s pov and trying to understand him as a character doesn’t always put Yashiro in a great light and you have to tread lightly or else you can attract the ire or judgement of people. I have found myself censoring my posts and using private posts to help deal with certain aspects I am wary of. In my experience, I have dealt with accusations on my character, sometimes losing followers or in general being blocked. I don’t know how many times I have been blocked by people (which I typically find out by seeing reblogs and then realizing I can’t access the original) and I am generally pretty understanding towards Yashiro. I don’t think I am entitled to anything but it makes me feel very unwelcome and makes me second guess my posts. Of course that is a me issue but this is the first time I am so active in a fandom I can’t help but be insecure. Before this, I avoided both twitter and tumblr and mainly read fanfiction as a way to connect to others. I think sometimes people apply real life social issues or project onto Yashiro and take it too far. It has gotten to the point where I really try not to go onto other blogs and interact or tag saezuru because I am afraid of some kind of repercussion on my opinions. I am so grateful for people who seem to value my opinions and the people who send me asks but yeah, being a Doumeki girl in this fandom has been an incredibly weird/tumultuous experience and I feel that there are rules as to what is allowed and what is not and making analysis on Doumeki can sometimes cross that line into not allowed. This is just my opinion and mostly I feel like sometimes I just want to delete this blog because there is no point to it if I constantly have to censor myself.

[artemisrisen]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 囀る鳥は羽ばたかない | Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Doumeki Chikara/Yashiro Characters: Doumeki Chikara, Yashiro (Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai) Summary:

what happens next, after chapter 50.

[lustfulcat]

i forgot I wrote this

I’m going through my saezuru ficlets to make a collection on AO3 and I totally forgot I started this Vampire AU ages ago. Here is the first scene (and pretty much most of what I written in it so far.)

Yashiro was a terrible driver. He had been one since cars were invented. He was also bad on bicycles, horses hated him, and his 'bat' form was out of the question since it ruined his wardrobe, so his preferred method of travel for the last hundred and fifty years was having someone else handle it and riding with them. 

Right now, that person was Nanahara. At sixty-five years old, he was one of the fledglings, eager to work but too green and emotional for vampire politics, which was why Yashiro kept him as a driver and an office worker. He was a decent enough driver but he just didn't know when to keep his mouth shut, and it was times like this that Yashiro wished he was better behind the wheel…of anything. 

"Boss," Nanahara said with a worried glance in the rearview mirror. "Are you sure you're okay?" 

Yashiro tilted his head, which still ached from where it had smacked into the outside wall of the building he’d been leaving from a little while ago; of course he enjoyed the pain. "That's twice, Nanahara. If you ask me again I'm going to take one of your fingers. I know it will grow back but it's still going to hurt-" 

"He was a shitty VEF with the license and everything! And that’s the third time this year! If I hadn't been there he would've shot you up like Swiss cheese!" 

Yashiro scoffed, leaning his head back on the headrest as they drove through an intersection, the traffic and street lights smearing together into a metropolitan watercolor. Taking his cigarettes out of his jacket, he shook one from the pack and lit it. The window rolled down a few inches, and he stared out over the thin line that separated watercolor from reality. 

I never wanted to become this. And it's been so long. Maybe it's finally my turn to get out. 

"You need a bodyguard." 

Yashiro blinked, his eyes sliding toward Nanahara again. "A bodyguard?" his tone meant that Nanahara was being ridiculous and leaning on his last nerve. He'd already had a day: there was a long meeting with Misumi about The Elder's health and The Future of Doushinkai that involved too much sake-spiced-blood, then an even longer meeting with all of Shinseikai where Hirata seemed to be extra pissed at him. After that, when Yashiro was finally exiting the building, he was suddenly shoved aside while Nanahara beat the tar out of a low-level vampire hunter who tried to assassinate him. 

But that wasn’t even the worst part. 

The worst part was that Yashiro hadn’t had sex in nearly thirty-six hours. It had to be some kind of record. It probably wasn’t but it felt like it, and this conversation was the cherry on top of the shit sandwich that was his day. 

“There’s someone in the office I think might work for you, can I bring him up tomorrow?” 

Yashiro ignored him, wanting out of the car almost as much as he wanted a dick up his ass. Lo and behold, it stopped at a streetlight just a few blocks from one of Yashiro’s haunts and he sprung into action, flipping the lock on the door and stepping out onto the street, using his vampire speed to quickly blend in with the crowd as Nanahara's shouts disappeared behind him. 

He solved the problem of leaving the car and now he needed to quench this dry spell. Slowing to a normal human gait, he adjusted his jacket and silenced his phone, hoping that lightning wouldn't strike for a second time today. However, if someone killed him on the way to sex, or during sex, or even on the way home, in his eyes that would be a chivalrous death, a better one than the thousands of ways he could've died in the past century and a half. 

If Nanahara wanted to nag him then he could do it tomorrow.

[doumekierect]

NEW SAEZURU FIC

yashiro meets doumeki’s mother x

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35189332

[fantasy-zelda-blog]

Snow tiger - A Saezuru fic

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17402057/chapters/40960262

Title: Snow tiger

Pairings: Kageyama/Kuga; Yashiro/Doumeki Chikara

Characters: Yashiro; Doumeki; Kageyama; Kuga; Misumi; Amou; Tsunakawa; Tsunakawa’s underlings (OCs: Yamamoto and Miyazawa); Hirata.

Setting: what is next?; Christmas

Word count: 1000+

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: Mature

Potential Trigger Warnings: blood; wounds; abuse; violence

Summary: “He crouched down to assess the situation, placing his bag beside him. At closer inspection, he heard the other boss repeating in a whisper a name, “Doumeki.”

“Misumi-san sent me. You’re safe now,” he said. Yashiro tried to turn and look at him but winced. “Careful there, stay still.”

Notes: Hello @mecakeski​ , this is your gift for @saezurusecretsanta Secret Santa​ 2018. I am deeply sorry that I am so late. I hope you can forgive me. This is a multichapter fic, already wholly outlined. Kageyama and your prompt “love spell” will be in the next chapter. I’ll try to update the fic as soon as possible, because you deserve a finished gift. In the meantime, I wish you a happy new year!

[margielafella]

i wanna write another chapter for my fanfic but i have so much to do irl that i don’t have time, and i’m lazy :(

(Shameless plug, but if ya’ll wanna read my fic it’s here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13117644 )

[yoonbum0]

Well fuck

[beigepillow]

I have been very into Draco/Harry fanfiction lately. (Please don’t judge I need other things to fill the saezuru hole). One story I read is one about soulmates except one has the other’s name and one is completely blank. If we were to use that AU for saezuru: who do you think would have the name and who would be blank? I think Doumeki would have Yashiro’s name and Yashiro would be blank.

[ladyoftheloch126]

Here is a little Yashiro/Doumeki fan fiction. Enjoy!

[artemisrisen]

I wrote a brief continuation of what I imagine will happen after chapter 47

I need to make it leave my Word doc so here you go. spoilers, of course. 

“You’re coming with me.”

Doumeki’s tone was flat and brooked no argument, even when an argument was sure to emerge from his insolence. Yashiro stared at him, trying to find his footing and assess the other’s mood: was he furious? Annoyed? Disappointed? – but it was like examining a cold, marble statue posed in a garden. Face frozen always in the same impenetrable expression.

He set his mouth. “Doume—”

But Doumeki evidently was done. He turned on heel and walked back into the darkness from where he came; the authoritative set of his shoulders said clearly, You better follow me. Now.

Yashiro, perhaps some time ago, might have felt the soft frisson of desire course through his body at such a demand. Now he just felt deeply tired. He wanted to be alone, to sink into the dark oblivion of sleep for that brief while.

But he fell in step behind all the same, keeping his stride as casual as possible - as if he just happened to be going the same way.

They arrived at a sleek, black motorcycle parked just outside the complex. A helmet hung from the side, which Doumeki unhooked and extended to Yashiro.

“You drive a bike?” Yashiro said, surprised enough to ask. He ignored the helmet and the flip in his stomach.

“Yes.”

“Since when?”

“Two years ago.” The helmet gleamed its sharp red under the lamplight.

“Why?”

“It made travel easier at times.”

“There’s only one helmet.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Yashiro stood still. “Where are we going?”

Doumeki didn’t respond, didn’t move, didn’t even blink. He looked right into Yashiro’s eyes like it took nothing from him to do so.  

How easy for him.

“It will mess up my hair,” Yashiro said, finally acknowledging the proffered item before him.

“Please put it on for safety,” Doumeki said, only it wasn’t a request. His body seemed deceptively calm, but Yashiro knew, from their prior encounter, that he was no longer above getting physical.  

Yashiro felt a sudden, violent impulse to grab the helmet and pulverize Doumeki’s head with it, just to see if it would crack open and show anything human inside. He snatched it and briefly considered hurling it down the street, just to see what Doumeki would do.

Well. Doumeki may just drag him down the street to get it.

So he put it on. It felt like entering a subdued reality; his vision was darkened by the visor and his hearing was muffled by the cushioning. He felt softly detached from everything and it felt peaceful.

Until Doumeki kicked the stand and fluidly straddled the bike like the romantic lead in a movie. He turned the key and it came to life, revving with a low growl.

“Get on,” he said.

Yashiro wanted ­­­­ to snap at his insolence, even as his heartrate inexplicably picked up. It wasn’t a big bike at all.

What is this strange reaction? He thought to himself. As if he didn’t have his fingers inside you just a few days ago.

He eventually conceded, though he tried to not press too closely, holding onto Doumeki’s sides with a loose grip.

But that wasn’t enough. “Tighten your arms around my waist,” Doumeki said. Without waiting, he reached back and adjusted the slackened arms himself, and soon Yashiro was pressed right against his broad back. If his visor was open, he imagined he could smell the sweat and the faint, musky cologne emanating from Doumeki’s neck.

He did not think about that further. Instead he thought: Perhaps he’s taking me to the countryside to kill me and hide my body. It didn’t scare Yashiro to imagine that. In fact, like in the brief respite he put on the helmet, he felt a calmness settle over him.

He swallowed down all the sensations his body was screaming to him as they whipped through traffic, with Doumeki expertly maneuvering around like he was a professional racer.

The ride was relatively short, not anywhere near the roads to the country, and ended outside of another apartment complex. Yashiro didn’t have to do much deducing to realize they were close to the Sakura family grounds.

Doumeki’s place, then.

Doumeki dismounted from the bike and, shockingly, offered a palm out for help.

Yashiro got down on his own, turning out the other way. Doumeki let his hand fall to his side.

They made their way up the stairs in silence. Were they going to have sex? Was Doumeki going to interrogate him about Inami? Why was he even going along like this?

They got to the third floor of the building and walked halfway down the hall, coming to stop in front of a non-descript doorway. Yashiro felt the tension seep into his stomach as the key turned.

The apartment was open and clean, a direct contrast to Inami’s compacted, beer-can-riddled pigsty. It wasn’t bare bones either, the way Doumeki’s old place had been; there were bottles of expensive alcohol on the shelves and a plant sitting by the windowsill. It looked like a place where someone lived, instead of just existed.

“So?” Yashiro leaned against one of the exterior walls. “What are we discussing?”

In lieu of answering him directly, Doumeki went to one of the drawers in the kitchen island and opened it. He pulled out a new pack of Gudang Garam cigarettes, still tightly bound in its plastic, and placed it on the counter.

“This is for today,” he said. “Kamiya-san can get you more once you run out.”

“Excuse me?” Yashiro said.

“Please give me a list of your preferred foods and I can have them stocked in the fridge.”

“What are you even talking about?”

Doumeki’s expression seemed to shift incrementally under the light. “The situation with the Sakura family is too serious for any further missteps. Until it’s resolved, you’ll be staying here.”

Yashiro could only stare at him.  Doumeki had already turned away and went into another room. “I’ll have one of the men bring your clothes and essentials over. Please hand over your apartment key.”

Yashiro touched his breast pocket where the key rested, but he didn’t withdraw it. “Is this a joke?”

Doumeki didn’t answer that. Of course not. Yashiro followed him into the other room, feet carrying him on their own will. They all ended up in the bedroom, where Doumeki was rifling through a closet.

“Please write down anything specific you need,” Doumeki continued, “and I will make sure it’s retrieved by this next evening.” He pulled a robe out and laid it on the bed. “For now, I have a second set of robes and underwear for you to use for sleep.” He pulled out more clothing, laying it on the bed. The single bed.

Yashiro tried to laugh, but his chest was painfully tight, and it felt impossible to do so. “That’s—” and then he turned and bolted for the front door.

Doumeki must have been anticipating this kind of reaction, and their bodies collided against the frame before Yashiro could even reach the doorknob. He was pressed against the lacquered wood, not painfully but unyieldingly. Doumeki’s strength, much like his will, was immovable.

“Get off of me, Doumeki!” Yashiro snapped, a bit wildly. His control always slipped through his fingers like water when Doumeki appeared. It was unbearable.

Instead of complying, Doumeki adjusted his position and pushed his body further into Yashiro’s.

“I want you to be comfortable,” Doumeki breathed into the shell of his ear, “and I will give you everything you need. But I will tie you to the bed if I have to.”

“So you’re kidnapping me?” Yashiro spit. “You really think—”

Doumeki’s hand slipped so suddenly into his pocket, Yashiro stopped talking. His phone was pulled out and presumably placed into Doumeki’s jacket.

“I know you can’t help it, but I won’t compromise on this,” Doumeki said. “Please accept the conditions for now.”

Yashiro wanted to laugh now, truly laugh, but the prospect of his future was so overwhelming that he could only breathe.

“Nanahara is going to be looking for me,” Yashiro said, almost as an afterthought. “By morning.”

“I will call him. And I will advise him that you will be safe, and to not interfere.”

“He won’t accept that.”

“That is not my concern.”

Yashiro knew he had lost for now.

“How long?”

“As long as it takes.”

They were still pressed together.

“All right,” Yashiro said. “All right, Doumeki.”

[lustfulcat]

I got this anon on my other blog and I hope it’s okay with them if I answer it here, since this is SaezuruLand?

Years is based on something @anonimjeden and I talked about waaaaaay back in 2014 when we didn’t know a lot about Yashiro between the ages of 20-35. So, I was writing a drabble for each year. Here’s Yashiro ages 33 & 34

33 

He had been on a fucking spree. 

Two nights ago it was a waiter from the restaurant he’d dined at. The boy seemed eager but didn’t want to work too hard so Yashiro left in the middle, grouchy and unsatisfied.   

Last night was an out-of-town salaryman he met at a hotel bar. This man was more his speed and when Yashiro limped out into the crisp dawn air his whole body throbbed with beautiful bruises. 

Tonight he didn’t know who it would be but hoped the bartender was in the running. A tall drink of leather with a dangerous aura and generous tattoos on both arms, he exuded kink. Raising a finger, Yashiro indicated he needed another drink, and another drink slid to him, along with a key that was obviously to a room at the love hotel next door. 

He stayed until close. Shrugging on his coat, Yashiro watched his new companion bring something to the back when he felt a hand on his arm. 

“Hey,” the manager looked Yashiro up and down in an odd way, “that guy is into the rough stuff. Watch yourself.” 

Yashiro almost giggled at him. “Do you think he’d kill me, manager-san?” The larger man pulled back as Yashiro got in his personal space. 

Smiling like a cat, Yashiro thought about asking the much-larger man if he wanted to watch, or join, or whatever but instead he lit a cigarette. 

 “Maybe he will.”

34 

Yashiro tried to stay awake at the meeting, forcing his eyelids open and breathing in sharply. 

The dreams were starting to affect him. 

They were always erotic and, because of what he was, violence was common as well. Like everything else in his life they didn’t faze him. 

Until now. 

The last few mornings he woke hard and aching, still feeling the phantom touch of an astral lover whose face he never saw. It was blurry, shadowed, but to Yashiro it felt almost familiar. 

Something was imminent, he could feel it. He almost laughed at himself. 

It’s not love, you idiot. It’s probably my death.

Office Work is a thing I started and just...never figured out where I was going with it? But I like what I have so far

When they fuck in the office Yashiro doesn’t need to be tied down, Doumeki’s eyes bind him instead. They pin Yashiro to the desk, peeling away everything until he’s bare and vulnerable. The intensity is painful but it’s a beautiful kind of pain; it makes Yashiro tremble, sears him to his core, and although there are no bruises left behind when they’re done he can’t help but feel marked

[doumekierect]

chapters 4 & 5 of Crossroads are up!

i know 44′s almost upon us, and that i promised this way earlier - but hope yall will still accept the next chapters of Crossroads? here’s chapters 4 and 5 x

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29222310/chapters/74694177#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29222310/chapters/74694513#workskin

[flexistentialcrisis]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 囀る鳥は羽ばたかない | Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Doumeki Chikara/Yashiro Characters: Doumeki Chikara, Yashiro (Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai) Additional Tags: Foreplay, Doggy Style, Dirty Talk, Bathroom Sex, Kitchen Sex, Food Play, Spoiler Alert: They basically have sex all day lol Summary:

Yashiro and Doumeki have the day off work, whatever will they do all day?! ;)

Chapter 2 is now up! Hope you all enjoy! <3

[mecakeski]

@lustfulcat @kayura452

💃🐦

[whydoiloveyouanyway-blog]

so I might actually make a stab at fleshing this idea out …… look forward to a series of jokes that veer between slightly surreal applications of clichés and plain bad taste, in prose that ranges from merely overly earnest to majorly overheated *facepalm*

[yakuzacatsan-blog]

Cassowaries Do Fly

(A Saezuru Fanfiction in Archive of Our Own by Lady_of_Wretches) 

Main Couple: Doumeki Chikara/ Yashiro

Description: This is an Alternative Universe wherein an 8-year-old Doumeki meets a 19-year-old Yashiro and already treated him different from the others. Yashiro still suffers the same trauma and Doumeki has insomnia due to unknown reasons. There will be time skips and the story plot will take a different turn from the canonical verse because of Doumeki’s current situation. 

Background: Originally Wingless Birds Can Still Fly but the story changed to better accommodate the character development of the characters and keep them according to their personality in the original. (Well, at least I tried)

Setting: A year after Yashiro and Kageyama graduated high school, just a few weeks or months before Misumi meets Yashiro and forces him in the Yakuza. Doumeki is an 8-year-old kid and is not living with his parents but with his so-called “Niisan”. His living situation will be revealed in the later chapters

Summary: 

Yashiro is at a lost on what he will do after he graduated high school. As such, he decided to enjoy exquisite pain and pleasure with any men who managed to catch his attention. He convinced himself that it is the only thing he could do.

After all, it’s the only thing that he knows.

That was until one day wherein he was just gangbanged by a bunch of yakuza fucktards and was left in the back alley. Suddenly, an 8-year-old kid approached him with such big eyes, bringing a blanket with him and asked with a chirpy voice:

“...Are you okay?”

He was just too tired to lie to the kid.

“I’m not okay, stupid.”

Trivia: Cassowaries are huge shy flightless birds who are territorial and very unpredictable. In fact, they are considered as the most dangerous birds in the Guinness Book of World Records.

Chapter 1 can be found here 

Hope you like it this time!