#seisou

[figurecollection]

Kuzuha Seisou ver. Garage Kit by Melon Soda, of Nijisanji

[notsuchasecret]

FIRST TRICK OR TREAT OF THE YEAR WOOOOO! SeiSou, please!

FIRST TRICK OR TREAT OF THE YEARRRRRRRRRRR!

Come trick or treating in my inbox! Leave a "Trick or Treat" and a character or ship in an ask, and I'll treat you to some autumn-themed fluff or trick you with some twisted spooky aus!

Treat

Seijuurou was not too proud to admit that he got scared sometimes. Having grown up with Momo and Isuzu, he was difficult to startle, and having been the captain of an elite swimming team with Matsuoka Rin as one of its top athletes, he was difficult to intimidate. But still, when there came a rustle and a creak, the near-silent tap of footsteps picking their way across the floor, none of that meant that Seijuurou was not huddled under his blanket, eyes open as wide as they could go, fists clenched in the sheets in terror.

“Mikoshiba.”

It was not dignity that kept Seijuurou from squeaking in terror, nor was it any sort of common sense. It was fear alone, his fight-or-flight instincts completely abandoning him as he froze in place. Then the more rational centers of his brain processed the whisper, recognized who it had come from, and told his body to relax.

“Yamazaki?” he breathed. Squinting in the dark was enough to show that, sure enough, that was Sousuke peering over the rail of the bunk bed that Seijuurou had so lovingly kicked his little brother out of for the night. “Fuck, you scared me,” Seijuurou laughed.

“Move over,” Sousuke said. His voice was quiet, but it held no room for argument.

“What?”

“Move. Over.”

Seijuurou said nothing more, simply shuffled backwards until he was against the wall. Sousuke clambered up the ladder, wedging himself in the tight space left over. He pawed at Seijuurou’s hip until he could get a grip on the blanket and draw it over himself.

“Not that I’m not pleased to have company,” Seijuurou drawled, almost forgetting to keep his voice down, “but what are you doing?”

“What does it look like, Mikoshiba? I’m cuddling with you.”

“Okay. Why.”

Sousuke huffed, rolling his eyes. He threw an arm across Seijuurou’s waist and shuffled them both until they were in a more comfortable position, pressed entirely up against one another. Seijuurou’s head fit rather nicely in the crook of Sousuke’s good shoulder, if he did say so himself.

“That stupid story Hazuki told,” Sousuke muttered. Seijuurou blanked for a moment, trying to figure out what the everloving fuck Souske was talking about.

“You’re cuddling with me… because of a ghost story?”

“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t scared shitless, too,” Sousuke muttered.

“Point taken.”

“Will you two shut up?” hissed a voice from the lower bunk, followed by a kick to the mattress. Seijuurou rolled his eyes, tugging Sousuke closer to cut off any retort he might have thrown in Rin’s direction.

“We’ll get him back tomorrow,” Seijuurou promised as quietly as he could. “For now, stay here. Safety in numbers. And height. Or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” Sousuke agreed. Another kick had Seijuurou chuckling, and then they both fell silent.

As much as Seijuurou wanted to enjoy this, the warmth and the closeness of it all, well. The fact was, Seijuurou had been scared. And now, wrapped up in Sousuke’s arms like he was, the feeling of safety and comfort had his eyelids drooping. And when Sousuke brought a hand up to rest at the curve of his neck, his fingertips soothing at Seijuurou’s hairline, there wasn’t much to be done. He drifted off to sleep, all thoughts of ghosts and spiders and whatever other horrors Nagisa could come up with long forgotten, left to the night to be forgotten with the dawn.

[cattatonically]

Trick or treat Sousuke x Mikoshiba Seijuro Thank you!

Come into my ask box, ask trick or treat, and I’ll either treat you to some fluff, or trick you with some darkness!

Trick

There was something about this house that Seijuurou hated. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Not really. It was a gut feeling. A feeling that Sousuke always teased him about. But Sousuke didn’t understand. Sousuke didn’t live here. He just visited when he wanted to, and sometimes spent the night if he couldn’t be bothered to go home.

Sousuke didn’t understand. Momo didn’t understand. Isizu didn’t understand. No one understood. There was something about the house.

And it wasn’t like Seijuurou could do anything about it. He’d sunk his life savings into this house. He was stuck with a mortgage he could barely afford, in a house that he hated.

On paper, the house was perfect. Two stories, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, spacious open concept living room and kitchen with a gorgeous kitchen island, and a finished basement that doubled as his office and workout room. Even the walkthrough and inspection had gone flawlessly. But the moment Seijuurou had finished unpacking his last box, the entire atmosphere of the house had changed drastically.

Seijuurou felt unsettled. Uncomfortable. But he didn’t understand why. There were no physical problems with the house. Seijuurou just absolutely hated it.

“Can’t you just, I don’t know, give the house back?” Sousuke asked while they were lying in bed one night.

“That’s not how mortgages work, Sou.” The man shrugged.

“Thought I’d ask. Goodnight kiss?”

“Goodnight kiss.” Seijuurou leaned over, and kissed Sousuke goodnight. He relished in the affection. He knew Sousuke loved him, but he was rarely physically affectionate, which suited Seijuurou just fine. The few kisses and cuddles Sousuke offered were memories Seijuurou would cherish to his grave.

The next morning, Seijuurou rolled over, and found Sousuke pressed against the wall, eyes wide. His hands were missing. Seijuurou couldn’t see his hands. It took him a few seconds to register that Sousuke’s hands were inside the wall. And his feet were in the floor.

“Sei. I don’t think I like the house,” Sousuke said as he was yanked back and down through the wall and floor. Seijuurou rushed forward, barely aware that he’d moved. But it was too late. Sousuke was gone.

“Sei?” Seijuurou whipped around. There, standing behind him, was Sousuke. Except it wasn’t Sousuke. It was something wearing his skin. The thing wearing Sousuke smiled a grotesque smile, and reached forward. Seijuurou tried to step back, but couldn’t escape fake-Sousuke’s reach.

[roseshell]

pssst maybe a sousei zombie AU :o

“H-hey, at least we match, right?” Seijurou laughed, as if desperate to find the humor in their long healed and scarred bites that marked them immune, that explained why they were still here, conscious and healthy (well, healthy given the circumstances) when everyone else they knew was gone.

No, there’s nothing funny about this at all, Sousuke thought as his first laughter in weeks ripped through his throat. He laughed and laughed until he buried his face in Seijurou’s neck, desperate to muffle his sobs.

[brickerbeetle]

@radiodread @roseshell @kattebaka

eyooo

[samcybercat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Accidental Dick Pic Rating: OT Genre: Humour/Romance Series: Free! Shipping(s): Seijuro/Sousuke Character(s): Sousuke, Seijuro, Rin, Chigusa cameo Spoilers: SouRin Mook, maybe? Summary: One thing Sousuke is learning far too late is that if you're going to get drunk at the office party and send a picture of your dick to everyone on the work text group, then you should probably make sure that this doesn't include your boss. Notes: I saw that @brickerbeetle had tagged this post with SeiSou and I just couldn't resist.

[notsuchasecret]

we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late - SouSei

Post Break-Up Prompts

Asking Sousuke to pick him up at the airport was not the most selfish thing Seijuurou had ever done, but it was up there. Oh sure, they claimed to still be friends, but they both knew things were awkward together. It was hard to be around someone you had once slept with on a regular basis but now could barely find the time to talk to.

When Seijuurou’s job had transfered him to Sapporo, they had agreed it was an opportunity he couldn’t give up. No matter how much Seijuurou had wanted Sousuke to fight him on it, he had been perfectly reasonable. He had helped Seijuurou find an apartment. He had helped Seijuurou pack. He had done everything but actually drive Seijuurou to the airport. And now Seijuurou was back for the first time in two and a half years, and Sousuke had offered to pick him up. How was Seijuurou supposed to say no, especially when he was still just as much in love as he was the day he left?

They were quiet when they greeted each other. Sousuke was smiling that pained little smile that told Seijuurou that things were more complicated than Seijuurou could ever know. They gathered Seijuurou’s bags and started walking out of the airport.

“Hey, it’s that guy!” shouted an airport worker. Seijuurou and Sousuke both stopped to look at him as he smacked his coworker on the arm. “That’s the guy I told you about, who ran in here to stop his lover from flying away! Hey, I’m glad to see everything worked out for you!”

Sousuke gave the worker a little wave and started walking, faster than necessary, a blush coloring the back of his neck. Seijuurou stared at him, rooted to the spot, then looked at the grinning worker. He took off after Sousuke.

“What did that guy mean, you ran in here to stop your lover from flying away?” he asked when he caught up.

“Please don’t ask me about that,” Sousuke said. “I was too late, it was years ago, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, I think it does.” Seijuurou grabbed Sousuke’s arm and pulled him to a stop. “Did you come after me, Sousuke?” Sousuke didn’t answer, but the embarrassment in his eyes told Seijuurou all he needed to know. He threw his arms around Sousuke’s waist. “I thought you didn’t care,” he whispered.

“I don’t,” Sousuke said, but he was holding Seijuurou just as tight. “I don’t, it’s fine. It was years ago.”

“I’m not talking about years ago,” Seijuurou said. “I’m talking about now. Do you care now?”

“I care,” Sousuke whispered. “I care so much. God, Sei, you have no idea-”

Seijuurou kissed him. Right there, in the middle of a crowded airport, he kissed the love of his life. And Sousuke kissed him back.

[cattatonically]

“I’m tired, my feet hurt, and one less problem I want right now is a tiny dragon chewing on my furniture.” - SeiSou

I love this pairing so much. Thank you for the prompt! 

Seijuurou was grinning. Normally, this would not be a problem. His grin was usually warmly welcomed and a delight to have around. At this precise instant, however, Sousuke wanted to slap the grin right off Seijuurou’s pretty face.

“Stop that. I don’t have time for that today,” Sousuke stated. It only made the man grin wider.

“Aww, I thought you always had time for me, sugar.” He was creeping steadily closer into punching territory. Sousuke stepped aside and let Seijuurou into his apartment. He could smell the magic on him, which meant this was most likely a ploy. He sighed, closing the door once Seijuurou was inside and out of his shoes.

“Look, I’m tired, my feet hurt, and one less problem I want right now is your tiny dragon chewing on my furniture.”

“Oh, so that’s where Chainsaw vanished off to!” Of course he’d named her something like that.

“Vanished my ass,” Sousuke mumbled. Seijuurou found her chomping away on a table leg. He bent and scooped her up with ease, cradling her closely to his chest. Sousuke absolutely did not ogle at his thighs as he did so. Not at all. And his heart was absolutely not pitter pattering at an escalated rate as he watched Seijuurou coo at his little black dragon. He turned and smiled widely at Sousuke, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“Thank you for taking such good care of her for an hour. I don’t know what I would have done if she’d run off anywhere else.” Sousuke heard the sarcasm in Seijuurou’s voice. He raised an eyebrow at him.

“Right, I can smell the magic on you, you know. You can cut the act at any time.” Seijuurou put Chainsaw back down and took a step towards where Sousuke was leaning against the wall.

“How else would I have been able to come see you?” Sousuke stepped into Seijuurou’s space.

“You could have asked.” Seijuurou smiled at that, placing his hands on Sousuke’s hips.

“It’s that easy?”

“It’s that easy.”

“Well then,” Seijuurou purred, “will you let me and my tiny dragon stay for dinner?” Sousuke laughed, threading his hands in Seijuurou’s wild cinnamon-scented hair.

“Yeah, stay for dinner.” The kiss was sweet, and spiked with pumpkin. Sousuke had known that getting mixed up with an enchanter would derail his usual routine. But, he figured Seijuurou was worth it.