Hikaru trembled with emotions too big for his human body, the thing inside uncoiling and purring and crying. It twisted until it reached his left pupil, breaking the precise limits of his cornea and starting to extend outwards in an innate desire to touch Yoshiki with all of his being. The taller boy closed his eyes, letting it caress his skin and welcoming its familiarity. “Red carnations mean ‘my heart aches for you’”, a gasp from someone, Hikaru’s voice pitch turning into deep static inside his brain. “Whatever I have in its place— if I have a soul, it aches for you, Yoshiki.”, he mumbled, lips reaching closer to Yoshiki’s mouth corner as his right thumb pressed the plump skin there. The undefinable mass of his existence flew around them, hugging the human wherever Hikaru’s hands couldn’t reach.
i heard on twitter that y'all wanted more yoshikaru fics. it's me, i'm y'all, bringing a freshly baked 13k words first date oneshot to our barbecue: watermelon seeds on a summer day
preview of the tags used: non-explicit sex, non-penetrative sex, 'hikaru''s chussy, teratophillia, tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending.
rating: mature
The sequel is out, cuties! I hope you enjoy it <3
If Hikaru had been born into a body all of his own; with his own name, voice and memories… If that were to happen, and Hikaru hadn’t died— Would Yoshiki still choose him? Would Yoshiki let go of his childhood infatuation and choose him, over and over again, no matter how undefinable his love was? The boy pulled the covers over his head, completely hiding from the world as he lay sideways on his futon. A sniffling sound echoed as he lightly touched the empty space beside him. A wish made him real. A plea made him stay. Even if Yoshiki decided he didn’t want him anymore, he would still love him with all that he was.
golden scars on a summer night, a 2 chapters sequel to watermelon seeds on a summer day, is out! it's 25k words of pure misunderstanding, body worship, angst and fluff, following the manga events up to chapter 41.2 + a rescue scene with bloody yoshiki!
preview of the tags used: non-explicit dry humping, biting kink, body worship, scar worship, teratophilia, hikaru's insides, tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, gets worse before it gets better.
rating: mature
The final part of my Yoshikaru 'We blossomed with the seasons' series, "neon prayers on a winter night", is out! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH HOES
Their hands wandered with the rhythm, careful and careless all at once as each young man caressed the other’s arms. Around them, the club pulsed like a living thing — music through the floor, colorful light breaking over their skin, bodies moving like shadows caught in a cathedral made of neon. There was a devotion woven into it that Hikaru could not put into words, could only feel through Yoshiki’s fingers as they clutched the skin over his arm seams, going up to swim through his white curls. His human’s claws turned his head upwards until their lips brushed— not quite touching, merely sharing a breath. “Stop lookin’ at other people.” “I was learnin’,” Hikaru mumbled, grinning amusedly against the depth of Yoshiki’s voice. “So I could take ya dancin’ better.” Yoshiki didn’t find it funny. Instead, he bit Hikaru’s lower lip until the ferrous taste invaded his taste buds — tiny red droplets, staining their teeth with vermilion. “Then learn with me, stupid. Ya don’t gotta know everythin’,” he grumbled, before licking the tiny drop of blood that risked dropping. Despite the silent threat behind his words, their foreheads lightly touched in fondness enough to hurt. Hikaru giggled warmly as he led his hands down further, landing on the elegant curve of Yoshiki’s waistline. “Hey, watch yer hands—” “Oh?” A chuckle, turned cheeky like a petulant child even as their hips began to idly grind together. “I can’t hear ya over this music! But I love holdin’ ya close like this.” Dark eyes transformed into ocean depths as they stared at him, Yoshiki’s brows furrowing in the most delightful of ways— and that’s how Hikaru knew he was positively fucked.
i can't believe i finished this bad boy right before the ending of pride month. yay me!! this finale was written before, during AND after the current manga chapters (aka the rescue) but it's pretty much spoiler-free - you can read the other 2 parts for extra context for this timeline, but it's not needed. the main prompt for this was: "what if older yoshikaru went gay clubbing?", but then it became so much more because I like angst, fluff and established relationships. AND i really wanted to write 'hikaru''s pov during the smut scene <3
-> Heavily inspired by Mr-Rookie's Yoshikaru design in Tokyo! If you haven't seen his work yet, GO CHECK IT OUT NOW
preview of the tags used: aged-up characters, body worship, non-explicit and non-penetrative sex, 'hikaru''s insides, teratophilia, tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort, enthusiastic consent.
rating: mature
