#lokapormusik

[hitsusven]

Kurofai gift exchange for @lokapormusik! One of your prompts was “supporting one another”, so I drew them as cheesy superhero buddies since I’ve been rewatching BNHA recently xD

[yououui]

For the Whuptober prompts, what about the “No, stop!” or manhandling one? with Kurogane and Fay, can be a mix of both if you wish to too (:

4. “No, stop!” ; 15. Manhandling

So all I have in my head is the idea for a longer story I’m working on so… Here’s a little chunk! Alternate universe vampire hunters

Prompt list

Fai and Kurogane stepped into what was left of the debilitated church. The floor was covered in grass and growing flowers, a little pond growing from rain that dripped in from the holes in the roof. It was a miracle it was standing at all, but the walls were still mostly intact, other than the chunks taken out of them. Sunshine filtered through the dirty windows in a haze, one beam shining strong from the openness of the ceiling.

In front of them stood a vampire. “Seishirou,” Fai muttered, narrowing his eyes. One of the strongest and most deadly vampires alive. Kurogane and Fai had never crossed paths with him by some force of luck, but Fai could sense the evil on him.

Seishirou grinned and lifted a palm. “You know me?” He asked. “And here I thought you two were the infamous ones.”

“Cut the crap,” Kurogane growled, unsheathing his blade. Silver glinted in the light. “We all know where this is gonna end up, so let’s just get to it already.”

Seishirou smirked and shut his eyes. “So impatient,” He said. “It’s no bother to me, though.”

In the blink of an eye, Seishirou was gone from his spot. Kurogane barely managed to lift his blade over his shoulder to block Seishirou’s claws, blood dripping down his cheek from the edge of one that caught his skin. He narrowed his eyes, his arm shaking from the force of holding Seishirou back. If he had been even a split second slower, his head would have been cut in two. Seishirou was no ordinary vampire, that was certain.

Seishirou jumped back and lifted his claws to his lips. He licked at the blood and smiled. “Delicious,” He practically sang as he pointed his finger at Kurogane. “You’re not the one I came here for, but you would be a nice treat.”

Seishirou jumped out of the way of one of Fai’s spells and looked over at the blond. Fai grinned. “So does that mean you’re here for me?” He asked as he wrote another spell in the air. “You’re not the first and you won’t be the last. But you know, it’s rude to ignore your intended opponent.”

Another spell flashed from Fai’s fingertips and Seishirou jumped into the air. Fai curved the spell up to follow Seishirou, and narrowly saw Seishirou lift his palm up before the attack hit. Fai kept his hand in front of him, ready to draw out another spell. He knew Seishirou was not defeated that easily.

The remnants of Fai’s magic dissipated, and left behind was Seishirou, unharmed and with a magical barrier in front of him. “What?!” Fai exclaimed, his brows furrowing.

Magic users were rare to begin with. Magic users who were vampires were basically unheard of. Vampires were drawn to magic like moths to a flame, which often resulted in either the vampire being killed by the magic user, or the magician being drained by the vampire.

Fai’s level of magic was unprecedented. It drew vampires to him constantly. It resulted in the death of his family, it made him want to use his abilities to hunt and kill vampires. They could hardly ever withstand his attacks, especially not with Kurogane at his back. Fai had never seen a vampire block with their own magical barrier, though. He narrowed his eyes and prepared another spell.

Seishirou smirked. “Oh please, Fai. Don’t think you’re so special.”

Fai sensed the magic in the air and shot his hand out towards Kurogane, but Seishirou’s magic reached him first. Kurogane grunted as he was thrown back against one of the brick walls of the church, the stone morphing until it enveloped his hands and feet, trapping him.

Fai leapt closer to Kurogane and began writing a rune in the air. “Fai!” Kurogane called. “Don’t!”

Fai managed to turn and deflect the magic blasted towards him, but Seishirou was right behind it. He lifted one fist in defense and began writing a spell with the other hand, but Seishirou was quick, and Fai was distracted by the need to get Kurogane. Seishirou grabbed Fai’s wrist and twisted hard, and Fai cried in pain when he felt a bone snap.

Seishirou kicked Fai’s legs out from under him, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed him to the ground in one quick motion. Flower petals and blades of grass flew up into the air, and then began falling softly around Fai’s trapped body. One of Seishirou’s hands pinned Fai’s wrists behind his back, the other pressed down between Fai’s shoulder blades, keeping him down.

“Fai!” Kurogane yelled. The idiot, Kurogane thought as worry pulsed through him. Fai could have defeated Seishirou, but he got distracted. It didn’t matter what happened to Kurogane, as long as Fai survived, as long as Fai–

“So powerful,” Seishirou hissed. “Yet so stupid.”

Fai tried to twist his body under Seishirou’s, but even with his magic, Seishirou’s brute force was stronger than Fai’s. He held Fai down with the weight of a ton of bricks, and Fai could do little more than squirm under him. Such was the strength of a vampire.

“Coward,” Kurogane said lowly, drawing Seishirou’s attention. “Too afraid to fight us at the same time?”

Seishirou quirked a brow. “Now, who ever said I was here to fight?” He asked, his lips pulling into a smile. “I only came for Fai.”

“Fine,” Fai grunted under him. “You have me, so kill me already, then let Kuro-sama go!”

“Fai!” Kurogane cried, but was interrupted by Seishirou balking at the two of them.

“If you keep assuming what I’ll do, we’ll be here all day,” He said. He leaned in a breath closer. “I’m not here to kill you. I’m here on King Ashura’s orders.”

Fai’s eyes went wide and his face paled. In front of them, Kurogane pushed against the stone that held him. “What?” Fai asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You are quite famous,” Seishirou said as he slowly leaned lower. “The most powerful magician in this generation. King Ashura has grown curious of you. And he sent me here to fetch you.”

Seishirou grinned and opened his mouth, the light reflecting off of his lengthened fangs. Fai tried to pull his head back, tried to get away, and Kurogane yelled as he strained against his bindings.

“Get off!” Fai yelled as he moved an inch. The hand between his shoulders moved to his head and slammed it down, held it in place, and Fai’s eyes widened as he saw Seishirou grow closer still, saw those fangs grow closer. “No!” Fai cried, a hot breath ghosting along his neck. “Stop!”

“Fai!” Kurogane yelled as he pulled and pulled and pulled until he managed to break one foot free. “Stop!”

Fai shut his eyes and pulled his magic forward. He spread it over his body and pushed it into the ground, feeling it crack beneath them. He heard Seishirou hiss as the magic covering Fai’s body burned his skin where he held him down. Seishirou didn’t let go though, so Fai pushed more magic into the ground. Pieces of the church fell around them, the area around them split and pieces of stone rose into the air.

“Perfect,” Seishirou whispered.

Those fangs pierced the skin of Fai’s neck, and in an instant, Fai’s magic disappeared. His eyes went wide with shock as the ground shook around them with pieces of falling stone and earth. Kurogane cried out.

“No…” Fai whispered, his voice trembling as he felt his very life being pulled from him. “Stop… Stop, stop! Stop!!!” 

Fai kept screaming, screamed until his voice was raw. Kurogane’s body grew still from shock for a moment, and then he began straining against the stone holding him again until his arms burned. He didn’t stop though, not until he heard the stone crack around his fists. Fai’s cries grew weaker as Seishirou continued to drink, and Kurogane’s voice echoed around the abandoned church as he pulled himself free with one last cry.

Just as he pulled himself free though, Seishirou pulled off of Fai. Kurogane stilled after one step, his body cold. Fai was still on the ground, his eyes half-open and foggy, staring ahead blindly. 

“Fai,” Kurogane whispered.

A breath passed. Fai’s eyes slid shut and he drew in a shuddering breath. Then, his eyes flew open and his lips parted, although his voice didn’t come through. Slowly, he tried to push himself up onto his hands, but his body spasmed and twitched. He clenched his trembling hands into fists against the ground and grit his teeth.

“N-No...” He said, his voice tight and rough.

Seishirou smirked. “I was worried for a moment you had simply died. I knew you were stronger than that though.”

Fai’s body went rigid, his eyes wide as he screamed in pain. Kurogane rushed forward, his fist swinging out to hit Seishirou in the jaw. Seishirou disappeared from Kurogane’s sight and reappeared on the other side of the church, but Kurogane paid him no mind. He knelt beside Fai, who had rolled onto his back and was thrashing his head back and forth, and grabbed him by the shoulders to hold him down.

“Fight it, Fai!” Kurogane yelled, his fingers digging into Fai’s narrow shoulders hard enough to bruise. He saw Fai try, he saw Fai consciously try to push down whatever it was that was growing within him, but Fai could do nothing against it and would end up writhing and screaming in pain again.

Fai reached up and grabbed Kurogane by the front of his cloak, and Kurogane heard the fabric rip and then felt pinpricks of pain against his chest. Fai opened his eyes and looked up at Kurogane clearly, though Kurogane could see something swimming in the blue of Fai’s eyes. Fai released Kurogane’s cloak and reached for him, his fingernails lengthened into razor-sharp claws.

Fai’s eyes pinched shut, and when they snapped open again, they shimmered gold.

“Fai...” Kurogane said lowly, his voice cracking.

Fai’s body went limp under Kurogane’s hands. “Kuro...” He murmured before his hand fell, his eyes rolled back, and he was pulled into unconsciousness.

Seishirou clapped as he walked closer, his laugh filling the decrepit church. “Wonderful!” He exclaimed with a grin. “He truly did his best to fight against it, I’ve never seen anyone take so long to turn! With his strength and conviction, he’ll be one of the strongest among us.”

Kurogane pulled Fai into his arms and cradled him against his chest. He lifted his head, his eyes sharp and burning. “He’ll never be one of you,” He growled, his grip on Fai tightening.

“I’m so very sorry to disappoint you, Kurogane,” Seishirou said, and suddenly, Kurogane’s arms were empty.

“What?!” Kurogane cried as he stood to his feet. He spun around and saw Seishirou standing at the entrance to the church, Fai hanging unconscious over one of his arms.

Seishirou grinned and a dark magic circle appeared at his feet. “Fai has already become one of us,” He said as black smoke rose from the ground around them.

Then, they were gone.

[yououui]

Hello, I read that you would like some prompts, so what about something set in the 1830’s (Victorian era) in which Kurogane is a famous opera singer and Fay is his pianist and they’re both in a secret relationship with each other?

As an opera singer, writing about other opera singers is actually difficult lmao but Kurogane would have the best bass baritone voice and no one can convince me otherwise (the song I am describing is Der Erlkönig by Schubert).

The energy in the room was thick and heavy like a weighted blanket. Everyone sat on the edge of their seats as Kurogane sang of the evil Elf King. His voice rose and fell perfectly with each change in character, between the scared little boy and the calm Elf King, he captured the mood perfectly. His voice was round, warm, and filled the room easily. 

Behind him, Fai’s long fingers danced across the keys of the piano. The accompaniment was no easy thing to play, but he did so with ease, following Kurogane closely to match his moods and dynamics. He lifted his hands from the keys and watched Kurogane as the man sang the last words of the piece, his voice soft and almost frightened. 

Fai waited one more moment, and then played the last two chords of the song, the notes hanging in the air. He delicately lifted his hands from the keys and his foot from the petal, hardly breathing. Kurogane did not move, did not break character, like the true performer he was.

The room was silent for a couple of moments, no one even breathing, until it erupted in applause. As soon as the first claps rang in the room, Kurogane and Fai both relaxed, because the performance was finally over. Fai couldn’t help but smile up at Kurogane as he looked out at the audience, and then Kurogane turned to face him and nodded. Fai stood, and together, the two bowed, and then walked off stage.

“I dare say that may be the best you have ever sung that piece,” Fai said once the stage door closed behind them.

Kurogane quirked his eyebrows up and shrugged, reaching up to loosen his tie. “Maybe,” He said as they walked to their green room.

Once they were in the private room, Fai stepped up close to Kurogane and pushed his hands out of the way so that he could undo Kurogane’s tie himself. “It was,” He said, looking up at Kurogane with big blue eyes as the tie slipped away from Kurogane’s neck. 

Kurogane looked back down at Fai, at the man that had been his accompanist and something more since the two were studying at conservatory. When the conservatory had paired them together, it hadn’t been easy. Fai’s fingers stumbled over difficult pieces and Kurogane’s voice cracked, and there had been more than one fight over differing opinions of musicality, tempos, and dynamics.

Now though, they were like one musician, able to follow each other with ease and invited to perform in sold out concert halls. After so much time together, the two knew each other better than they knew themselves. Through all the rehearsals, performances, and traveling, they were always together.

Kurogane leaned forward just a little bit, just enough that Fai could easily lift his head and press their lips together. Instead, Fai stepped away with a grin. “Of course, my playing was absolutely perfect,” He said with a flourish of his hands.

Kurogane looked over at Fai. “You know you’re annoying, right?” He asked dryly.

“Hmm? Me?” Fai asked sarcastically. He dropped his music and Kurogane’s tie into his bag. “Grab your things, Kuro-sama. We have to get something to eat soon since we have to be up so early to travel to Paris tomorrow.”

Kurogane grumbled and gathered his things together. Before they opened the door though, Fai stole a quick kiss. Kurogane looked at him and raised a brow, and Fai just smiled.

“To congratulate you on such a good performance,” Fai said, and Kurogane shook his head with a snort. 

“Only because I have a pianist that can keep up with me,” He said, bringing a hand up to ruffle Fai’s hair.

Fai smiled and leaned against Kurogane’s arm. He sighed and put space between them again so that they could leave. He twisted the doorknob and the two stepped out, and just like that, they were only singer and accompanist again. 

[big-kitty-fai]

lokapormusik replied to your post: [[ UHM I think I discovered a fatal flaw in basing...

@big-kitty-fai lol, actually, this has been a discussion in the TRC server in discord and we got to the conclusion that Fay is a mix if European cultures lmao (or at least some of us accepted that that might be something xD)

[[Yeah his nationally is way more vague comparatively to Kurogane. but the connections with the mad kings and mass killings, the way they dress in both worlds and the snow and then the fact that Fai can’t stop slav squaring??? I really can’t see him as anything but Slavic but his taste in foods throws this off.]]