#daikenweek2017

[reliablejoukido]

[ finally finished my fanart for @daikenweek 2017 ♡ ]

[cyanbiirds]

DAIKEN WEEK DAY 1 - historical / royalty Meiji Era AU 1895 - The young prince falls for a peasant boy … and vice versa Part [ 1 ]  /  [ ? ] [ had so much fun with this one that I’ll continue to draw a few more things for this AU ]

[lafumiko]

Daiken Week Day 6: Highschool/College

ヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ

[kindnessemitsagoldenlight]

the longer the tri movies won’t answer what happened to these kids, the more I’ll have to fill in the gap - and I’m probably a lot less nice than they could ever be

[band-geek-727]

#daikenweek2017

Day 5 - Hurt/Comfort

This was an important exercise for me in not waiting until something is perfect before posting it. XD

Edit: just realized I left in a stupid mistake! Hahaha it has been fixed

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The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.

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Keeping their relationship a secret had been fun at first. Exciting, even. Secret glances, stolen kisses in precious moments they could find alone together felt all the more thrilling because no one knew what they were doing.

The novelty wore off quickly. Daisuke was frustrated that he couldn’t so much as hold Ken’s hand in front of the others, Ken was stressed at yet another aspect of his life he had to hide from his parents, and they were both exhausted.

So they made a deal. On their upcoming Saturday trip to the Digital World, they’d tell their friends about their relationship, and when they left for home they’d tell their parents. That way everyone would know, and they’d have the rest of the weekend to deal with the emotional fallout. They agreed to meet on Rainbow Bridge after all was said and done, just in case they needed the moral support.

On Saturday morning Daisuke stood with his friends in the computer room as Miyako prepared the digital portal. Taking a deep breath, he raised his D-3.

Here we go.

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Daisuke and Ken stood hand-in-hand before the rest of the group. Miyako gaped at them, eyes wide and jaw slack. Iori’s initial surprise had smoothed into something unreadable. Hikari cheered and pumped her fist in the air.

“I knew it!” she cried triumphantly. She held out her hand to Takeru, who sighed heavily. He reached into his pocket, produced a 1,000 yen note, and slapped it onto Hikari’s palm.

“What- but-“ Miyako spluttered, her eyes darting from Ken to Daisuke and back again, “But I wanted… I mean, you… Ken!”

“It isn’t something he can control, Miyako,” Iori spoke softly. His gaze was serious, but gentle. “If this is what makes you happy, then… we support you. Both of you.”

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Daisuke and Ken were the last back through the digital gate. Ken’s hand tightened around Daisuke’s and Daisuke stopped, glancing up at his partner. Ken was staring at the gate, and his hand was shaking slightly.

“Hey! That went pretty well, huh?” Daisuke said brightly. Ken nodded mutely.

Daisuke turned and took Ken’s free hand, bringing their joined hands up between them. Ken finally looked at him. He thought he understood the anxiety in Ken’s eyes. Telling their friends was one thing, telling their parents was another matter entirely.

“Hey… everything’s gonna be okay,” Daisuke said gently. He hesitated, then added, “If… if you need more time, we don’t have to-“

“No.” Ken shook his head. “No, it… It’s better to finish it, now that we’ve started.”

Daisuke grinned. “Right! Whatever happens, it’ll be over soon.” He stood on tiptoes to place a hand on Ken’s cheek and a soft kiss to his lips.

When they parted, Daisuke rested his forehead against Ken’s. “Good luck.” He gave Ken’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be here for you.”

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Ken sat on the couch in the living room. His mother sat at his side, clasping his hand. His father knelt in front of them. As soon as he told them he had something important to tell them, they’d ushered him to sit and were now watching him closely, radiating tension. It only served to heighten his own anxiety. The last time he’d approached them with a serious topic had been the night he revealed Wormmon to them. They had been shocked at first, even scared, but they’d come around.

Wormmon sat in Ken’s lap now, a source of comfort as Ken stroked his partner’s face. Why had it been easier to introduce them to a digital monster than to admit this?

Ken swallowed hard. “Mom, Dad, I…” He took a deep breath. “I-I’ve been… s-seeing someone…”

His mother gasped, releasing her hold on his hand. “You have? Honey, that’s wonderful!”

His father’s face eased into a smile. “You had us worried there, son!” he said, laughing as he rose to sit on Ken’s other side. “So, who’s the lucky lady?”

Ken winced. Those words almost made him lose his nerve. But he glanced down into Wormmon’s shimmering blue eyes and steeled his resolve. Daisuke had seen him through so much, given him so, so much more than he deserved. Ken would stand by him. He would be strong, for Daisuke’s sake.

“I-it’s Daisuke,” Ken whispered, hating the way he couldn’t bring himself to look at either one of them.

There was a moment of silence that lasted an eternity. Just when Ken was starting to think he couldn’t take this anymore, his mother finally spoke.

“Oh! Oh, Daisuke is such a sweet boy! How long has this been going on?”

Ken’s head snapped up. “I… Y-you’re not… angry?”

“No, of course not! But…” His mother’s face fell. “Oh, Ken dear, is that why you were so afraid to tell us? Oh, sweetie…”

She pulled Ken into a hug. Before he could react, he felt his father’s hand on his shoulder. He turned; his father was regarding him seriously.

“I… well, I can’t say this isn’t a surprise, son. But the important thing is that we love you, and we always will.”

“That’s right!” Mrs. Ichijouji pulled away to beam at her son. “We just want you to be happy, Ken! And if Daisuke makes you happy, then we’re happy for both of you.”

Ken’s throat was tight, and his vision was blurring. He threw his arms around his mother and she held him tight as the tears began to fall. His father embraced them both. Wormmon hummed and nuzzled his arm.

“I… th-thank you,” Ken choked out. “I love you… I love you both, so much.”

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Ken felt lighter than he had in weeks. He bounced across Rainbow Bridge, Wormmon wrapped up in his arms.

But as he approached the bench they had agreed to meet at, his smile fell. Daisuke was hunched over, his hands clenched into fists on his knees and a deep scowl on his face. Chibimon was staring beseechingly up at him and nudging his elbow, but Daisuke wasn’t responding.

The baby dragon looked up as Ken sat down. He crawled from Daisuke’s lap onto Ken’s, and Ken gave his head a reassuring pat.

“Daisuke?” Ken tried tentatively. “Daisuke, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Daisuke shook his head but didn’t look up. Ken hesitated, then reached out and gently placed his hand over Daisuke’s.

“Dai… please, please, talk to me…”

The redhead huffed. “I… god, I don’t know what I expected… I don’t know why I’m even surprised.” He laughed, a hollow, empty sound so unlike him.

Ken’s thumb stroked the back of Daisuke’s hand. “Were… were they angry?”

Daisuke let out another humorless laugh. The sound tore at Ken’s heart. “They weren’t angry, they weren’t upset, they… they just didn’t care!”

His head bowed further. His hands were shaking; Ken’s grip tightened.

“They said… My parents, they said I was always disappointing ‘em. Said they shouldn’t be surprised. Jun said I was gross. She said she couldn’t bring boys around anymore, said she was afraid I might steal ‘em from her…”

Daisuke trailed off. His body seemed to bow, his anger deflating. “Maybe… maybe they’re right. I won’t… I won’t ever be good enough-“

“No!” Ken’s tone was so sharp that Daisuke glanced up, surprised. Ken took the opportunity to place his fingers under Daisuke’s chin. “They’re wrong, Daisuke. You’re not a disappointment.”

Daisuke began to shake his head, so Ken placed his hands on either side of his face, forcing him to stop. “You are the bravest person I know, and the most compassionate. You gave me a chance when no one else would. You care… you care about everyone, and you never stop. You never stop trying… Even when the odds are against you, you always push forward.

“You’re amazing. You’re so wonderful, Daisuke. And I know… I know my word isn’t worth much, but-“

“Of course it is, Ken!” Daisuke said immediately. “How many times do I have to tell you how important you are?”

“You’re important too!” Ken shot back. “You never fail to see us through, do you understand? If it wasn’t for you, the digidestined wouldn’t be where we are today. I- I wouldn’t be here today…”

Daisuke’s face softened. He reached up to place a hand over Ken’s. “Ken…”

Ken shook his head. “I’m sorry your family reacted so badly, Daisuke. Truly, I am. I wish I could make that okay, but I can’t. But… but I’m here for you, and I always will be, okay?”

Daisuke nodded. Ken leaned forward and wrapped Daisuke into a firm hug, his fingers curling into the smaller teen’s hair. Daisuke sighed deeply and buried his face in Ken’s shoulder.

“Th-thank you, Ken. I… I l-love you…”

Ken’s grip tightened. “I love you too.”

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A week later, Ken told Daisuke that his parents wanted to have Daiuske over for dinner. He looked a little sheepish when he said it, which puzzled Daisuke. Ken’s parents had hosted him for dinner before – what was there to be shy about?

He thought he understood when he arrived at the Ichijouji’s promptly at eight like he’d been asked. There were butterflies in his stomach as he knocked on the door.

After a moment the door opened. Mrs. Ichijouji appeared, smiling, and pulled Daisuke into a tight hug.

“Daisuke, sweetie, I’m so glad you could come! Come in, come in. Ken’s told us all about you two. You’ve made Ken so happy, I’m so happy for you!” She pulled back and cupped Daisuke’s face in her hands. “I hope you’re hungry! We’re having tonkatsu, Ken said it’s your favorite. Go on and wash up, dinner will be ready soon!”

She patted his cheek and bustled into the kitchen, leaving Daisuke in a daze. Ken approached, his smile apologetic.

“She’s, ahh… been very excited to have you over. I hope you don’t… Daisuke?”

Tears had welled up in Daisuke’s eyes and he wiped at them frantically with the edge of his sleeve.

“Dai?” Ken’s hand hovered over Daisuke’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, is… is something wrong?”

Daisuke laughed and drew his boyfriend into a hug.

“Nah, dude,” he said, sniffling. “Everything’s great.”

[thisisthee-n-d]

Giving Too Much

Daiken Week Day 3: Illness/Injury

So I didn’t think I was actually going to write anything for this week considering how busy I’ve been with school and whatnot, but then I got out of clinic early today and saw the prompt and I was a goner. Oops?

Summary: Ken was used to coming home to a quiet apartment, but this was too quiet for his liking. And the kitchen was empty save one boiling pot... Sick!fic

Characters: Ken, Daisuke

Pairing: Daiken

Ken thumbed through the mail, humming a quiet tune to himself as he walked through the door to his and Daisuke’s apartment. His school bag was slung over his shoulder, his jacket crinkled and crumpled to accommodate the bag’s band. He kicked his shoes off haphazardly, slipping into his slippers with a practiced ease. Walking into the living room, he placed the mail down onto the coffee table in a neat pile. “Daisuke,” he called out to the mostly quiet apartment. “I’m home!” Deft fingers moved to slip his glasses from his nose, carefully untangling the temples from the long strands of hair that had gotten caught in the hinge. The world fell into a comfortable, but barely noticeable blur.

Ken blinked when there was no answer to his call, his eyebrows pressing down in concern. “Daisuke?” He dropped his bag onto the couch and moved into the kitchen, where Daisuke typically was at this time of night. The stove was on, a pot filled with something strange and experimental bubbling on its top.

But no Daisuke.

“Daisuke?” Again, no response, nothing except for Ken’s quiet breaths that he felt rasped far too loud in the oppressive silence in the apartment. Daisuke was so loud, so boisterous, that he seemed to fill a room, never leaving Ken to the sanctity of his own thoughts. But without him…the atmosphere in the apartment seemed heavy…oppressive even.

He knew Daisuke worked…Daisuke worked all too much in his opinion, but not even he would leave the stove on with something cooking on it when he left for work. And he definitely wouldn’t leave without letting Ken know that he was heading out. So where was he?

Ken wandered more into the kitchen, eyes wide and searching. He paused when his foot bumped into something, something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Slowly, he looked down, his heart lodging deep in his throat. His breath caught in his lungs, a wave of cold sweeping through his body. The pot still bubbled, food spilling over its edge, but Ken paid it no mind. His ears buzzed, his heartbeat pounding far too loudly, too frantically. For a moment, Ken couldn’t even move. Daisuke was sprawled on the floor in front of him, his arms draped limply over himself to graze the tiled floor. His eyelashes fanned out gently across his flushed cheeks, his lips parted to allow heavy pants to escape and jostle his body. A cut scraped its way across his forehead, blood pooling in the crevice and trickling in thin streams down his face to pool onto the floor below. He was still, oh so still, and it terrified Ken. Ken dropped to his knees beside his boyfriend, his hand fluttering frantically around Daisuke’s unconscious form. “Daisuke! Daisuke, wake up!” he pleaded, his voice pitched high with fear. Daisuke didn’t stir, he didn’t even twitch. Ken’s hand brushed against Daisuke’s face, his fingers trembling. Warm skin met his touch, too warm for his liking. Panic clasping like an iron band around his lungs, Ken reached into his back pocket for his phone, his fingers stroking gently at Daisuke’s flushed cheek.

He lifted the phone to his ear after dialing, trying to ignore the tears he felt trembling at the corners of his eyes. When he heard the recipient pick up, he swallowed thickly. “Jyou…Jyou, I need a favor.”

When Daisuke awoke, the world felt warm and soft, almost too soft. His hand twitched, grasping the blanket that was draped over him gently. He squirmed, a quiet, nearly desperate moan leaving him. It was too warm, overwhelmingly so. His head tossed against the pillow, his hand moving to find the edge of the blanket that was covering him. It needed to go. He wanted to be cool again. He wanted to be able to breathe again, to think again.

A familiar hand slipped over his forehead and pressed gently against it, stilling his frantic movements. A quiet whine escaped him, his eyes fluttering and struggling to open. The hand remained, the thumb stroking at the skin between his eyes. “Shhh, Daisuke… Everything is alright. No need to worry. Jyou said everything would be fine. Rest now…Please, my love…” a voice murmured, so so gently. Daisuke instinctively pressed his head into the touch, a soft, mumbled noise of contentment slipping from his throat. The person laughed quietly, the hand continuing to stroke at his forehead.

Finally, Daisuke’s eyes slipped open, dazed golden irises peeking through the partially opened eyelids. A blurry image greeted him, a tall shadow looming over him with kind eyes that glinted even in the darkness. His tongue flopped awkwardly in his mouth, continually sticking to the roof of his mouth. Eventually, he managed to rasp a name. “Ken…” he mumbled, struggling to focus through the fog that had settled over him.

A smile tugged at Ken’s face, his expression softening at the whisper. He leaned in, close enough for Daisuke to make out the finer details of his face. Faint exhaustion lines webbed across his face, lining his eyes and the contour of his mouth. But still he smiled that smile that Daisuke loved, the one thing that could reduce him to mush at any time. Not like Daisuke was in any position to be turned into mush right now. His mouth worked, concern easing into the confusion on his face. The hand on his forehead moved, a finger soon pressing against his lips. “Hush, love. It’s alright. I have everything under control. Just rest and get better. I will be here when you wake up, I promise you.”

There had been something Daisuke wanted to say, a concern he wanted to voice, but it seemed to vanish at the soothing tone to Ken’s voice. His eyes grew heavy once more, but still he struggled, not wanting to leave Ken just yet. “Ken…” he rasped again, his hand clenching tighter on the blankets.

“Shhh… Daisuke, it’s alright. Just rest.”

Unable to argue anymore, his eyes slid shut, the exhaustion tugging him under once more. Ken drew the blanket up to Daisuke’s chin, tenderly tucking it around his form to keep it from moving. A hand slipped through Daisuke’s hair, combing through the unruly spikes of auburn. Ken sighed softly, the bed dipping a bit to accommodate his weight. “I wish you wouldn’t work so hard for me, Daisuke… I know you don’t want me to work because you want me to focus on school…But…I want you to be happy too… It hurts to come home to see you so run down… Please… Just let me help…”

Daisuke turned over, towards that dip in the bed. His hand wandered over the blanket until it brushed against Ken’s, closing gently around it. His eyes cracked open once more, a weak grin fluttering across his face. “Love you, Ken…Being with you…makes all of this…makes working this hard…worth it…Everyth’ng’s al’ight…Just…trust me…”

Silence settles in the room for a moment, Daisuke’s eyes slipping shut once more. The bed shifted against, the covers lifting and a form slipping into the spot beside him. Ken moved closer, his arms circling around Daisuke and pulling him close. Lips pressed gently against his too warm forehead. “I love you too…Even if you are an idiot,” Ken whispered against Daisuke’s skin.

Daisuke smiled, the warmth encircling his body no longer uncomfortable. In Ken’s arms, he drifted off into a dreamless slumber, more comfortable and content than he had been in weeks.

[paildramonnn]

Daiken Week | Illness

Catching up!  Takes place in this universe, although no prior knowledge is necessary to understand this. <700 words.  Still no proofreading or plot in sight.

So far as Tokyo apartments go, theirs isn’t so tiny.  It’s a few hundred square feet, with the mattress tucked up into a shallow loft on one end.  They have to crawl in, not enough clearance to even sit upright, and they clamor over each other a few times a week to be on the outside.  But it keeps them from having to make room for a futon every night or sacrifice the floor space full time for a bed.  It’s close quarters, to say the least, especially for two people who have never really shared a bed before, but they’re through the worst of it.  They think.  And then Ken nudges Daisuke awake at three in the morning because he won’t stop turning over and over, jostling Ken out of sleep.

Daisuke grumbles, “I just fell asleep,” but Ken is too irritated to let it go without some recompense.

“You’ve been kicking me for an hour.”

“Mm,” Daisuke replies, and shifts over onto his side to maneuver away from the wall and further into Ken’s space.  It’s well into July and they only have a sheet on the bed, duvet folded up and tucked away until such a time as the air conditioner becomes absolutely necessary.  But it feels plenty cool now, with the balcony door pushed open to let in the breeze, the sound of late night traffic.

He drifts back off before Ken can shoulder him away, sighing, feeling bad about it but not letting Daisuke squirm in close again.

“It’s too hot,” he says, fending off Daisuke’s hold.

More often than not, this is the kind of grappling that turns into sex.  They’re still very much into the novelty of being able to do that whenever they want to, of not having anyone around who might overhear or, god forbid, walk in on them.  Daisuke in particular revels in this new freedom and has taken to hanging out around the apartment in just his underwear a lot.  Ken is more modest which, really, Daisuke thinks is hilarious.

“‘S cold,” Daisuke whines, and lets Ken elbow him away only after the puppy eyes have failed.  Much more effective in daylight, and when his head isn’t spinning a little from the effort of keeping it up off the pillow for more than a second.

Ken squints at him, reaches out across the half a foot he forced between them, and presses the back of his hand against Daisuke’s cheek.  Daisuke tilts into the touch despite the dizziness, and Ken squints harder.

“You’re warm.”

“Cold,” Daisuke whines again, out and out grumping when Ken fends him off a second time.  “Since when are you anti-snuggle?”

Ken is on the near side of the mattress tonight.  He doesn’t have to climb over Daisuke to get down out of the loft, just scooch down toward the foot and catch the stairs with his heels.

(He never jumps down, doesn’t want to disturb their downstairs neighbors.  Daisuke has made a game of crouching up tight against the highest step and leaping as far as he can.  Ken refuses to measure his distances or let him mark up the floor so he can measure them himself.)

“If I had known there would be a no snuggling rule, I never would have agreed to live with you,” Daisuke says, raising his voice as much as he dares in the middle of the night, with the balcony door open and Ken still perfectly in hearing range.  “It’s not too late to trade you in, you know.  There’s the boy at the cafe.  With the nose ring.  I bet he’d snuggle all night long.   Like an octopus.”

Ken comes halfway up the stairs with a half-empty bottle of water and a couple of aspirin.  “The boy at the cafe?”

Daisuke reaches for the water, the medicine, for Ken himself.  He makes greedy, needy little noises until Ken climbs all the way back into bed, until he lets Daisuke curl up around his hip, rest his fever-warm cheek against Ken’s stomach.

He’s almost dozed off again, already half sunk into a dream, when Ken nudges him awake.

“Which cafe?”

[sph-works]

Day 5: Hurt/Comfort/Angst I'm soooo slow;;; I'm still colouring my drawing for the day 6 Orz Ken "went" to the Dark Ocean and Daisuke tries to help him to get out. (Yes, I'm one of those that think the Dark Ocean is a metaphor for depression) Daisuke Motomiya (Davis Motomiya) and Ken Ichijouji from Digimon 02.

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