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Poison - Saiyuki ficlet (Yaone/Kanan)

((For @saiyuki-69mins week 30: Poison vs Medicine. It’s honestly a bit of both but.... yeah. Not much to say about this but tw for mentions of canon incest, sexual assault, trauma, etc. Takes place at Hyakugan Mao’s castle so. I’ll just. Leave it at that. Nothing is graphic but the implication is there.))

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The first time Yaone meets Kanan, there’s a darkness to her. They’ve been brought here under the same circumstances, to save towns that couldn’t be bothered to save them, despite what they’ve done to help. A human, and a youkai, both condemned to death. They aren’t much, but they’ll get along just fine.

There’s a darkness to Cho Kanan, but in this place, it feels like a light.

—-

They become fast friends, she finds. Kanan is kind, she is witty, and she has a sense of humor Yaone can appreciate. Living hour to hour, day to day, is misery, but sometimes, when they talk, the weight lifts just a bit.

“You’re an apothecary?”

“Yes, my whole family is… was…” Yaone trips over her words sometimes still, wounds still raw. “I used to help the villagers with remedies and medicines. Anything we could find herbs for.”

“Ah, you remind me of my brother. He’s skilled with things like that, always knowing how to heal my wounds.”

The tone in Kanan’s voice doesn’t sound like he’s just a brother, like there’s something else there. Yaone doesn’t ask, because she doesn’t need to know.

“You’d like him, I think. He’s a kind soul.”

Something about her words makes Yaone think it’s not the kindness she admires.

—-

When Kanan tells her what’s happened, Yaone knows exactly what is to be done. She’s the one who decides the plan, who gets them to smuggle the right herbs, and the right amount of water. She’s the one who tells Kanan to slice her own wrist, to pretend that’s all they’re treating.

It works, and she’s even allowed in when Kanan catches a mysterious infection from ill care. They like her, Chin Yisou likes her, and she gets to live another day. Yaone is useful, and as the throes of her misery are ending, late in the night, Kanan looks up and stares her dead in the eye, that dark light shining brighter than ever. Her heart skips a beat, and she’s not sure it’s just out of fear.

“We should break out together.”

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The plan is simple, but risky. And yet somehow, it works. The guards watching the women are weak, and a bit stupid, and it takes only a bit of convincing to smuggle in supplies. She’s fortunate, that so many of these herbs have double uses, because no one suspects.

Poisoning the guards is simple. Poisoning an entire clan is another matter, but Kanan pulls off her part perfectly. With the food supply tainted and the remaining guards smoke bombed, the castle is cleared enough for them to pass through.

As they reach the gates, Kanan’s hand threads through hers, warm and firm, and she smiles that familiar smile. Yaone knows she is darkness and she is twisted, and in the end, she’s likely as much of a poison as what they’ve used tonight. Squeezing Kanan’s hand back, she knows that she doesn’t mind.

Cho Kanan has a darkness to her. And that darkness matches her own.

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❀ Week 31st ❀

*rises from the swamp* wow okay, I’m sorry??

Prompt: [Sci-Fi] vs [Western]

From: June 21st to June 28th

Hope you all enjoy yourselves~!

[adagiospace]

He, who gave birth to both darkness and light.

The seventh prompt of @saiyuki-69mins : [Birth] vs [Death]

(This week’s prompt is very tempting to choose another side)

[alienatheart]

Experimental Gonou/Kanan ChatFic (Rating T+)

@saiyuki-69mins Pairing is Gonou/Kanan for the

[Hot] vs [Cold] Prompt + Cho Twins Birthday 9/21

(It's only as NSFW as you want it to be)

Gonou: *shivers*

Kanan: I guess we aren’t quite as alike as we thought.

Gonou: You’re not cold at all?

Kanan: I’m comfortable, but we can light the fireplace.

Gonou: No, we should save the wood. I’ll put on another layer.

Kanan: Or, you could come over here…

Gonou: ?

Kanan: Let me warm you up ;)

Gonou: Oh. Oh, yes that’s a much better idea!

[kirathaune]

Sleeping In (Sanzo & Goku, PG)

Thanks to @saiyuki-69mins for starting up some prompt challenges. I actually wrote something! *happy dance*

Sleeping In (Sanzo & Goku, PG) I got inspiration for this from Sanzo’s “photo” of Goku sleeping in their Twitter Log.

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One of the stranger things about their journey West, Sanzo decided, was the whole Time Zone thing.

Having lived his whole life in China, he hadn’t really been aware that the rest of the world operated in different times. China had one time for the whole country, so it had been an adjustment to finally reach India only to have dawn shift back by almost three fucking hours.

When the first slivers of daylight crept onto the covers of the bed he shared with Goku, Sanzo glanced at the small travel clock he’d set on the worn wooden nightstand and groaned.

4:55.

Less than a week ago, when they’d left Sharak’s fortress, dawn had been at almost eight in the morning. Now it was three hours earlier, but Sanzo’s bladder was still on Lhasa time and would not be ignored. With a muffled curse he got out of bed and headed down the hall to take a piss.

When he got back to their room, his nicotine addiction reminded him that it, too, was still on Lhasa time, so Sanzo dug through his duffel for his pack of cigarettes, and he cracked open the window and watched Goku sleep while he sat on the ledge and smoked.

Sanzo sometimes envied Goku’s ability to sleep so deeply, no matter where they were. Goku lay sprawled on his stomach, his sleep-mussed hair almost hiding his diadem, loosely hugging his pillow while he softly snored.

Goku shifted and hugged the pillow tighter, and when he curled up on his side Sanzo suddenly remembered watching a much younger Goku sleep; a kid he’d rescued from a mountain prison, a kid he hadn’t known what to do with and so he’d hidden him in the storeroom with a blanket and a bowl of fruit.

Sanzo’s gaze drifted from Goku’s now shackle-free wrists to his face. He remembered leaning on the storeroom’s doorframe all those years ago, watching the child sleep, and thinking that Goku’s cheeks were as plump as dumplings.

Goku’s face still held some traces of that dumpling-like plumpness, but it was more angled now, and there was a sharpness to his jaw that hadn’t been there a few years ago.  

Years of sparring and almost two years on the road fighting demons had banished any remaining softness from the rest of Goku’s body. The arms that hugged the pillow would never have the muscled bulk that Goku longed for, but the strength they carried was far greater than any of the muscle-bound louts they’d fought.

The child he’d rescued all those years ago had become a man during their journey West, and there was no one on this earth who Sanzo trusted more.

A loud snore broke his reverie as Goku shifted back onto his stomach, and Sanzo huffed with quiet amusement when he noticed a small trail of drool at the corner of Goku’s open mouth.

Maybe not the most mature of men, he thought as he stubbed out his cigarette.

Sanzo glanced at the clock, frowning when he saw that it was still only 5:15. There was no way he would be able to get the others to willingly rise at this hour, and even less likelihood of getting service in the inn’s tiny dining room. He might as well go back to bed, because the room was cold as hell and even though Goku was a bedhog that snored and drooled, he was like having a personal space heater.

Sanzo settled back onto the mattress, and when he drew his share of the covers over him Goku stirred and rolled over. Sanzo welcomed the heat along his back and legs, and he even tolerated the arm that wormed its way across his waist. Goku’s snores had ceased, and now his warm breath ghosted softly over the nape of Sanzo’s neck.

Violence had become an almost daily companion on their journey, Sanzo reflected as drowsiness began to return to him. But right now, at this moment, sharing this bed with Goku, there was warmth and trust and peace.

And three extra hours of sleep.

[lycorislunaris]

Meaningless Reminisce

For the @saiyuki-69mins prompt Past vs Present

Ukoku/Nii centric, PG, Koumyou/Ukoku. Unbeta’d, lightly edited. 

It was a new moon. (It was a full moon.) Smoke spiraled through the air, a haze over the faint light of the lanterns. The night air smelled like phosphorus and cheap tobacco; several matches littered the corridor at Nii's feet, dropped carelessly after use, a few others joining cigarette butts on the windowsill. His back was to the cracked open window while he smoked, unfocused gaze on the wall as he mentally went over the progress today- or lack thereof, thanks to Hwang, again. There wasn't much to see outside, anyway. Starlight was so dull compared to moonlight. (Ukoku's footsteps were almost silent up the stairs leading the temple, the night filled with the sounds of the surrounding woods. There were no crickets tonight, nothing to give away his approach, yet he knew Koumyou would know somehow. He always did, always had enough snacks for the both of them, yet always only one cup for the sake they'd share. Someday, Ukoku would manage to catch him off guard, rather than the other way around, and the thought of any form of shock on Koumyou's face rather than his usual placid smile filled him with delight.) Next to the ashes and matches sat Mr. Bunny, his constant companion, carefully propped up, a glass with a mostly melted cube of ice and the watery last sip of scotch at the bottom between its stuffed legs. The rabbit was an excellent drinking partner, on accounts of he didn't drink from Nii's cup when his back was turned, didn't interrupt with any sort of trivial nonsense. Silent and listening, just like the moon. ("If you're going to bring clouds every time you come, could they at least be rain clouds? It's been terribly dry lately," He heard Koumyou's voice just as the sweet scent of pipe tobacco hit his nose. Ukoku couldn't help but scowl a bit. Caught again. "Do you ever have anything new to say, Koumyou?" He couldn't help the touch of fondness in his voice as he took his usual spot next to Koumyou, snacks and the usual sake- one cup- between them.) He took another drag, filling himself with hot, bitter smoke. Nii needed to switch brands again soon, decidedly. This flavour was beginning to be as dull as anything else that lingered around him too long. He turned to face the window, pushing it open further. Even if the moon wasn't shining, he found it's faint outline easily enough, its darkness different than that of the night. (Idle conversation, as always, yet somehow he was never bored by it. The usual complaints about Koumyou blowing smoke about, even though Ukoku secretly liked the scent. He was pretty sure Koumyou knew that though. He always seemed to know the things Ukoku kept hidden, somehow. The usual Koumyou encouraging him to take up the habit, the usual objections from Ukoku. "Oh but tobacco tastes best on a clear night you know," Hazel eyes were warm with a gentle smile, even as the comment earned Koumyou a scoff. "Haven't you said the same thing about tobacco during a nice day?" "Aha, have I now?" " I seem to remember you saying it about sake, as well," Ukoku muttered as he refilled the glass they shared before handing it to Koumyou, not missing how that ever serene smile twitched slightly more toward a smirk, and ignored the pang of desire that grew within him in response. "So you do listen to me after all!") Nii exhaled, watching the smoke rise, (The smell of fire still lingered, the smoulders still smoking, the temple in ruins.) before stubbing out the cigarette, smirking at the ashen smear it left.(Koumyou, gone, ash, body either burned in a funeral pyre or by the flames in the attack. It did not matter which. Gone was gone.) " Do you blame me for making the moon disappear this time too,Koumyou? Or was this your own doing?" He asked of the outline of the new moon. It was unresponsive, unanswering, how like Koumyou, when he wasn't in the mood to give more than vague, meaningless answers and false smiles to Nii's inquiries. Nii grabbed the stuffed rabbit and tucked it beneath his arm before opening  He carelessly flicked his cigarette into the abyss below, watching the darkness consume the faint dot of light. The past, the present, it didn't matter either way, everything's future was smoke and ash.

[nighttimefjaeril]

Caterpillar’s Heart

For the @saiyuki-69mins first week challenge: Past vs Present

Jyoan-centric, introspective, angst. Rating G

(Yeah, I can’t help myself. Jyoan is my patronus. Literally, given the title. This little introspective piece was inspired by the little we know of his backround, so before reading this I suggest you go check this page out. This was written in under 60 minutes but with a little extra for spell-check and a bit of editing, please keep in mind I’m EFL so~ also not betae’d, so I’m praying there will be no major mistakes. Ok I think I said enough, hope yo enjoy~)

Growing up he often felt like a caterpillar, crawling  through the rubble and dirt of a devastated land. With reddish eyes, pale skin, and a body too weak to stand up, too fragile to fight, crushed under the weight of hunger, war and violence. Helpless, neglected, ill-treated and deprived of his childhood, he soon realized the only way to survive was by defending all he had left, which was himself. His weak, underdeveloped insect body. He slowly built a shell around it, to protect himself from the ugliness of this world. An armor thick and coarse enough to push everyone away, not allowing anything to reach the inner, most vulnerable part of himself. His caterpillar's heart. He lived like this for so long, feeling safe inside his cocoon of grief and fears. But as the years started to go by, the chrysalis began to disintegrate, allowing the world to see what has been growing inside of it. By taking the time to heal it and nurturing it, the once gaunt exterior now looks beautiful and bright; a dazzling butterfly comes out of it, colorful and showy, fluttering  around with grace and catching everyone's attention. The more eyes on him, the more he shines. His vibrant, multicolored wings have become his second armor, as an extension of the shell that once enveloped the same fragile, brittle body he still carries, ready to shatter at any given moment.

[rabbitown]

@saiyuki-69mins I…I couldn’t finish it —- literally doodles and redrew for like 69 minutes. God, how do people do this properly.

[ao3feed-saiyuki]

Meaningless Reminisce

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yf5GjU

by Lycorislunaris (Marikukitten)

[Past] vs [Present] prompt for Saiyuki-69mins on tumblr.

Nii/Ukoku centric musings under the moonlight, or lack thereof.

Words: 738, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Saiyuki

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Koumyou Sanzo, Ni Jianyi | Ukoku

Relationships: Koumyou Sanzo/Ukoku Sanzo

Additional Tags: saiyuki69mins

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yf5GjU

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Role - Saiyuki fic (Sanzo/Kougaiji, au)

((For @saiyuki-69mins week 33, Role Change. AKA, I wanted demon Sanzo, I saw demon!Sanzo and Kou fanart, and let’s be real I am hella weak. I don’t know what any of this is, what’s going on, who they’re at war with, or why, or what this au is. It just is, and I wanted it, and that’s all there is to it. Don’t ask what the tense is either bc I don’t know and I didn’t beta. This is first draft realness, yo.))

“The reports from the battlefield have arrived, Lord Kougaiji.”

Dark red hair that shone almost maroon shifted, cascading like silk over the prince’s shoulder as he gave his underling a respectful nod. Violet eyes shifting to the papers laid out on the desk, he pulled the newest pack close to him.

“Thank you, Retsuko. You are dismissed.”

The scurry of feet was replaced with the sound of shifting cloth, the door behind him just barely creaking shut. Soft footsteps gave away the other’s approach long before a pale hand came into vision, reaching for the papers Kougaiji had just received.

“So the reports finally arrived. Took them long enough.”

Kougaiji could feel the man’s breath ghosting past his ear, a familiar heartbeat right beside him.

“Yes. I expect you’ll have them looked over by nightfall.”

“Of course, my prince.” The voice behind him dripped with sarcasm, as it always did when it came to titles. He could feel the shift as it pulled away, a cool breeze following in his wake.

Walking around the table, the blond didn’t look up from the papers, moving to his work table just a few feet away from Kougaiji’s. As his right hand man, Genjo was one of his most trusted advisors, and Kougaiji found it more convenient to have him close at hand. As his lover, Kougaiji might even admit that he preferred the man’s company over others, much of the time.

Letting silence fall between them, Kougaiji was back to his own papers, refreshing his mind on battle plans and treaties, tax records and citizen requests. NEarly an hour passing between them, there was nothing other than the occasional rustle of papers to interrupt their work. He was deep in the midst of a request for aid against a drought when the slam of papers startled him, Genjo’s annoyed click of the tongue following.

“Zakuro’s gotten himself in trouble. Again.” A long, heavy sigh, Genjo pinched the bridge of his nose, the claws of his left hand tapping against the rich wood of the desk. “He’s gotten himself and his whole platoon deep into enemy territory, on accident, and without a clear path out. They’re holding out, but he needs backup. Aside from that, Dokugakuji and Gojyo’s regiments were successful, but they sustained heavy injuries. The eastern front needs supplies, and the southern lines have nothing to report.”

“Send whatever supplies we can to the eastern front, as usual. Yaone and Hakkai will be sent out to tend to the injured, and they may bring a small guard and assistants as they need. As for Zakuro, Goku and his team can go out again, unless they’re otherwise busy?” A cock of his head, Kougaiji knew well where the brunet was stationed, and that he could easily be spared. “He’s got a knack at rescuing the General by now.”

“Yeah, because he does it every other week.” Releasing his fingers, Genjo rolled his eyes. “I still think we should just demote the idiot, but. As you command, your highness.”

That sarcastic tone was back, Genjo’s lips pursing as he turned back to his papers, pulling out a blank sheet and making a few notes. Scribing Kougaiji’s orders, hopefully without embellishment this time.

Glancing out the window, Kougaiji pushed himself back from the desk. A few steps to cross the room, and he was leaning over the blond.

“You don’t approve of my decisions?”

“Of course not, I have only respect for your rule.”

“You know Zakuro is one of our more talented generals, despite his propensity for dramatics, and lack of direction.”

Another click of the tongue, and a familiar glare over the shoulder was the blond’s first response.

“Next time I’m hiring him a damn keeper, just so you know.”

A slight quirk of the lips, Kougaiji knew he’d won, though Genjo would never quite admit that. There were a lot of things Genjo didn’t quite like to admit, though it didn’t stop him from leaning in, resting a head on his lover’s cool shoulder, nuzzling a pointed ear gently.

“Yes, of course you will.”

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❀ Fifth Week ❀

Okay, we’re onto our fifth week! Thank you, Jojo, for the prompt!

Prompt: Sinner vs Saint

From: July 6 to July 13

Hope you enjoy yourselves!

[adagiospace]

Do scavengers feel regret not being able to quickly kill what withers beneath them?

For @saiyuki-69mins 6th week: [Spirits] vs [Regrets]

Life is a waiting game... *furiously put indie dark songs on loop*

(Tried to picture another character but my brain refused to cooperate and keep screaming the man with edgy death wish. Fine, shitty raven wins again...)

Took another extra 10 minutes because I reinked birb several times I forgot how to properly ink birb fluff) .___.

[alienatheart]

I didn’t mean to go radio silent for so long, but I’m back now, and I brought thinly veiled headcanon disguised as fic! Thanks @saiyuki-69mins for the prompt!

Untitled (G, implied Homura/Rinrei) Prompt: [Past] vs [Present] Time: 69 mins

He wants to create a new Heaven and Earth, free from the injustice and sorrows of the old. But Homura also desires knowledge, and the answer to his question can only be found in the current world.

Reincarnation. How much is lost, and what remains, of past lives?

There had been no recognition when he said the names, no instinctive answering motion.  But there had to be something in them that remembered; they were so similar, more so than records indicated was possible. The marshal, still hiding his cunning behind a laughing mask. The general, still bold, brash, and as brazen as ever. And Konzen, who outwardly would seem the least like himself, had the same aristocratic arrogance and stubborn conviction behind every defiant glare. Against all odds, they had been reunited, and were protecting Son Goku, who hardly needed defending anymore.

So Homura tests the Sanzo Party, taunts them with their former titles, pits them against military gods, trying to trigger a reaction, an echo of a ghost. Because he desperately needs know… if he had found Rinrei sooner, would she have known him?  Could she have loved him again? Would she forgive him for what he was about to do?

[rabbitown]

The weeping sun withdrew his cheering light, Ashamed he to view the horrid sight, And earth at noon was veil'd by pitchy night  ----  The Messiah; or The redemption of man: a poem

@saiyuki-69mins I’ve been reading this book of poems and this one line reminded me of Genjo and so went ahead and try to portray it !  I was suppose to write another story but I didn’t know how to set it up. 

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Roommates - Saiyuki ficlet (Sanzo + Jyoan au)

((I wanted an art school au. So I made an art school au. For @saiyuki-69mins prompt for week 14, school vs work. These two are absolutely capable of a Pure and Wholesome friendship ok. I absolutely stand by that. They help each other out, ok. I didn’t proofread this and I’m falling asleep but I did the thing.))

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“Genjo, I need you to do me a favor.” Jyoan’s words come as a surprise, startling him enough that he turns without thinking, cocking a brow in confusion.

“With what?”

“I need you to model for me. Someone canceled last minute and this presentation is today.”

There’s a note of genuine distress in his roommate’s voice, and Genjo knows the plea hadn’t come without him exhausting every other available option. They aren’t in the same field, and Genjo doesn’t model.

“You sure it’s okay?”

“Yes, I called my teacher. The clothes should fit you, and I’ll tell you exactly what to do. I just need a live model who can pull off the look right.” Jyoan’s eyes meet his, and there is enough desperation there that he can’t stop himself, despite his misgivings.

“Alright. I’ll do it.”

To Jyoan’s credit, in his element he directs well; the perfectionist in him giving him an eye for detail. And yet, Genjo never feels uncomfortable with what he is told to do, though it’s certainly not his forte.

The class never seems to catch on, and he hears several of them mutter amongst themselves trying to find out when he’s booking. Genjo ignores them, because there’s only one person who can talk him into this shit. Jyoan tells him to keep the clothes when the project is graded and done - a perfect score - and hands them off to Genjo like it’s nothing. Genjo doesn’t miss the slight pride in his eyes on their next trip to the bar when he just so happens to find Jyoan’s design in his closet.

The clothes are comfortable, he says, and he leaves it at that.

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“Jyoan, I need you to model for me.”

Weeks later find Genjo at Jyoan’s door, the same tone of pleading in his voice. When Jyoan turns to look at him, he sees his own confusion mirrored in delicate features.

“You do? Why?”

“Figure painting. None of the models are available until after it’s due. It has to be live.”

The concern in Jyoan’s voice is genuine, brows knitting together in uncertainty.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’ll be fine. You just have to pose long enough for me to get the sketch down. I’ll direct you where I need.” He doesn’t miss the pleading in his own voice, and neither does Jyoan. The verbal confimation almost isn’t necessary, the look on his face saying more than enough.

“I’ll do it.”

Jyoan barely needs any direction, and he stays impressively still for as long as Sanzo needs, despite the pose. With the light falling just so, the fabrics draped just right, and hair falling just so, the lines of his body make an elegant, delicate picture. Neither the professor nor the class can find anything to say, and it’s Genjo’s highest grade to date. They all praise the subject, and the remarkable way Genjo captured the look in his eyes. He doesn’t tell them his roommate is a predictable man.

When Genjo brings it home, Jyoan insists on hanging it on the living room wall, to celebrate, he says. He looks back every now and then, the same look of wonder crossing his features. Like he’s never realized what he is capable of.

He says art beautifies a space, and Genjo doesn’t argue.

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They make a good partnership between the two of them. They work together well, and somehow manage to draw out the strengths of their programs, in their own ways. Genjo has an eye for design, even though he won’t admit it, and Jyoan knows color even better than Genjo. And if they both happen to model a lot in the process, it’s an added bonus.

Their professors learn not to comment on the sudden increase in designs and paintings with the same subject matter. After all, they’re roommates.

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❀ Fourth Week ❀

We’re four weeks in already! Just a reminder that you could do these prompts whenever, so no need to worry about being “late”! Thank you again, Mari!

Prompt: [Ribbons] vs [Flames]

From: June 29th to July 6th