HijiOki Weekend 2018

A finishing touch for my almost-year-old fanfiction, Purple and Green (found on this blog), refurbished for @hijiokiweekend.

The title is… Haphazard at best, but you’ll understand after reading the story. This is the second chapter of Purple and Green but still not quite: this is a shortened final version that follows the Day 1 prompts of HijiOki Weekend. I basically took the boring parts out. And refocused the story.

Fandom: Hakuouki

Pairing: HijiOki

Prompts: Kuroyuri (love, curse) ; Pride

Rating: I have no idea, probably PG 12/PG 16. Mentions of sex and lust are present. Safe for work.

Spell-checking would make posting this before midnight-at-any-country impossible, so I’ll do that later.

Enjoy!

Cure

Pain grew inside his heart, as Hijikata watched the unconsciously first division capitain’s suffering. Souji lay curled up over a futon, shivering from the heat burning his insides. His cheeks were an adorable light pink, signaling every being that he wasn’t sick, in spite of the high fever that soaked his skin with cold sweat.

Princess Sen had known what it was. It was a lucky accident that the man passed out when she was present. A cold bath helped his condition, but didn’t kill the cause inside.

No-one can tame the fires of a demon’s incomplete heat. Except for the person they are burning up for.

And Hijikata himself was ill with the same fever as well, although the flame was much weaker.

Unknowing of their bloodline, their strange bond was made by accident. They wanted their sinful night to be a way to let go of some pent up tension, like any other time in the past… Then it breeded only more, causing all kinds of trouble.

He knew the words. He knew the deed. He was told what they need to ease it, but his pride stood in the way of it all. He’d never admit he’d fallen for a man. It seemed absurd to him. He’s bed Souji before for both their convenience and this never happened. He wanted to hold him for as long as it all lasted, to kiss him and make love… But could he really do that? Absolutely not. He should not. What they have done over the past weeks was already ridiculous, going in and out of each other’s quarters all day and week.

He sighed. Trouble never ceased to come his soliders’ ways, and he was no exception himself.

“Sacred bond my ass.” He growled with irritation. His Souji’s fever was dangerously high. Each touch of his skin burned Hijikata’s hands at least. According to the oni princess, this was rare with pureblood demons to happen, but it was fair as neither of them were that. Fullbreeds at best, if he himself was also one. Human blood may interfere with oni magic, abilities and nature, if you asked a demon raised among their own kind. For Hijikata, being part-oni felt more like a secret curse he was not let in on. Sure, it did have some perks that he always thought each person had, and now it turned out he was special: his sharp senses, hardly exhaustable stamina, little need for sleep, quick healing and good health that rarely ever lessened, were all oni heritage. He was told that it was rare to have so much use of these traits without ever transforming.

He was told they were weird as well. A latent oni over twenty, and another, nearing forty - he hated to put his age that way though. They should have transformed on their own at about seventeen, growing their horns slowly, over weeks or months, not the way it had happened to Souji. It must have been painful… It seemed like it truly was. And it hurt his lover each time they appeared. He’s become a monster he never wanted to be, yet his body could not care less. Destiny had never been nice, had it?

But it still was the force to decide they could both pursue their dreams. And one to determine they are to have each other until their deaths. It was horrifying to see how strong it was.

Lost in troubled thought, the quiet shuffle of Souji’s clothes brought him back to reality. He looked over and saw his face stir and relax. Maybe he would finally wake. Maybe Hijikata could finally take a deep breath and stop denying how much he needed Souji to be close, aware and living. He didn’t want the strange fever to kill him - he put it this way because calling their sickness a ‘heat’ seemed outlandish.

Not long after, a pair of green eyes opened, seeking the vice-commander whose presence was clear for his mate. His energies, his smell… intoxicating but forbidden. Purple eyes soon mirrored his greens, filled with concern. Souji wasn’t awake to hear the princess and didn’t know what was wrong yet. Well, according to the young oni lady, nothing but Hijikata’s stubbornly held pride was wrong.

“Good to have you back.”, sounded a relieved sigh. “Are you better now?”

“Yes.”, came a weak, quiet answer that meant no. Of course he couldn’t get better. That would be too easy. “I think I need a cold bath. It’s too hot here, I’m melting.”

“You have a fever, idiot.”, barked Hijikata, though a bit gentler than usual. The princess’ words echoed in his mind. 'Love him and make it known he’s more than a human toy.“ He knew how to end it. But could he really?

"It’s true I’ve been feeling weird…” Okita mused, licking his dry lips. “How long have I-”

A wet, sloppy kiss stopped him from finishing the question, Hijikata’s saliva rehidrating him more than clear water ever could. His fingers twined into Hijikata’s hair, pulling him down to be kissed more, for he’s never been kissed like this. Not when they weren’t having sex, that is. Pulling away proved difficult, as air suddenly seemed less important than their increasingly sensual union, their ever-growing desire to be touched, kissed and make love. Finally, Hijikata let go of his lips with a loud pop, panting even louder, a string of saliva connecting their tongues.

“We’re unbelievable, aren’t we?”, Hijikata chuckled, sliding his hand across a few loops of hair pulled from his neat ponytail. “But that can’t be helped among lovers.”

Souji’s heart audibly skipped a beat. Did he really mean it?

“You undeniably are my lover. I yearn for you with all the power of my heart. I love you, Souji. I’m honored that you chose me as your mate and do accept you as mine”

“What are you…”

“It doesn’t matter now. Later I’ll tell you exactly what I mean, but it’s complicated. For now, please accept my apology and heartfelt confession.” Hijikata said, his words heavy. Shutting away the protesting voice in the back of his mind proved difficult, but he managed it for Souji’s sake.

He could see tears of happiness welling in the young man’s eyes, though all were quickly swallowed. Green eyes, twinkling with joy were the single most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. That stubborn pride was still within him, but they could work through that in exchange for something so exquisite.

Half a week later than expected, the blog is up and running! Let’s get to the announcement: 

Date: 23~25th November

Theme: Language of Flowers

The theme has been inspired by my love for hanakotoba’s expressive but subtle nature and the ways it can represent a relationship best kept in secret and maybe even denied by the two lovers.

Prompt list:

There are two sets of prompts that can be freely chosen from or combined however you like! The first set is a list of general one-word prompts that reflect to their dynamics, and the second list consists of flower names reflecting to the nature of their relationship with their meanings, all explained here for your convenience.

General Prompts:

Day 1: Pride Day 2: Possession Day 3: Affection

Hanakotoba Prompts:

1. Kuroyuri (Chocolate Lily): One of the many flowers of love, but also one of curses and bad omen.

2. Saboten (Cactus Flower): The flower of lust and desire. 

3. Higanbana (Spider Lily): The flower of death, abandon, and lost memories.

Not feeling like any of those? All other works can be submitted under Mute Flowers any day of the event.

You also don’t have to make them a romantic pair to have your story featured. Platonic works will have their own tag, #rivals in loyalty.

Any kind of your original work will be accepted.

Fanfiction (any length), poetry, fan art, essay, cosplay pictures, AMVs, edits, moodboards, gifs… you name it. The point is to unleash your unique imagination and have fun.

Rules:

1. Post own works only. Comissions made for you can be in exception, if the artist is okay with it and is given credit.

2. Use tag #hijiokiweekend2018 and tag the event blog (@hijokiweekend) to make sure your work is found and featured.

3. Insert cut into entries that are longer (2+ pages) or not safe for work.

4. Tag nsfw accordingly, within first five tags.

5. In case of cosplay pictures, ask permission of photographer and all models and credit their main social media/tumblr properly (artist name+link).

I’m really looking forward to all your submissions! Don’t push yourselves, participate much or as little as you like. The point is to celebrate the pair, romantic or platonic.

Half a week later than expected, the blog is up and running! Let’s get to the announcement: 

Date: 23~25th November

Theme: Language of Flowers

The theme has been inspired by my love for hanakotoba’s expressive but subtle nature and the ways it can represent a relationship best kept in secret and maybe even denied by the two lovers.

Prompt list:

There are two sets of prompts that can be freely chosen from or combined however you like! The first set is a list of general one-word prompts that reflect to their dynamics, and the second list consists of flower names reflecting to the nature of their relationship with their meanings, all explained here for your convenience.

General Prompts:

Day 1: Pride Day 2: Possession Day 3: Affection

Hanakotoba Prompts:

1. Kuroyuri (Chocolate Lily): One of the many flowers of love, but also one of curses and bad omen.

2. Saboten (Cactus Flower): The flower of lust and desire. 

3. Higanbana (Spider Lily): The flower of death, abandon, and lost memories.

Not feeling like any of those? All other works can be submitted under Mute Flowers any day of the event.

You also don’t have to make them a romantic pair to have your story featured. Platonic works will have their own tag, #rivals in loyalty.

Any kind of your original work will be accepted.

Fanfiction (any length), poetry, fan art, essay, cosplay pictures, AMVs, edits, moodboards, gifs… you name it. The point is to unleash your unique imagination and have fun.

Rules:

1. Post own works only. Comissions made for you can be in exception, if the artist is okay with it and is given credit.

2. Use tag #hijiokiweekend2018 and tag the event blog (@hijokiweekend) to make sure your work is found and featured.

3. Insert cut into entries that are longer (2+ pages) or not safe for work.

4. Tag nsfw accordingly, within first five tags.

5. In case of cosplay pictures, ask permission of photographer and all models and credit their main social media/tumblr properly (artist name+link).

I’m really looking forward to all your submissions! Don’t push yourselves, participate much or as little as you like. The point is to celebrate the pair, romantic or platonic.

Half a week later than expected, the blog is up and running! Let’s get to the announcement: 

Date: 23~25th November

Theme: Language of Flowers

The theme has been inspired by my love for hanakotoba’s expressive but subtle nature and the ways it can represent a relationship best kept in secret and maybe even denied by the two lovers.

Prompt list:

There are two sets of prompts that can be freely chosen from or combined however you like! The first set is a list of general one-word prompts that reflect to their dynamics, and the second list consists of flower names reflecting to the nature of their relationship with their meanings, all explained here for your convenience.

General Prompts:

Day 1: Pride Day 2: Possession Day 3: Affection

Hanakotoba Prompts:

1. Kuroyuri (Chocolate Lily): One of the many flowers of love, but also one of curses and bad omen.

2. Saboten (Cactus Flower): The flower of lust and desire. 

3. Higanbana (Spider Lily): The flower of death, abandon, and lost memories.

Not feeling like any of those? All other works can be submitted under Mute Flowers any day of the event.

You also don’t have to make them a romantic pair to have your story featured. Platonic works will have their own tag, #rivals in loyalty.

Any kind of your original work will be accepted.

Fanfiction (any length), poetry, fan art, essay, cosplay pictures, AMVs, edits, moodboards, gifs… you name it. The point is to unleash your unique imagination and have fun.

Rules:

1. Post own works only. Comissions made for you can be in exception, if the artist is okay with it and is given credit.

2. Use tag #hijiokiweekend2018 and tag the event blog (@hijokiweekend) to make sure your work is found and featured.

3. Insert cut into entries that are longer (2+ pages) or not safe for work.

4. Tag nsfw accordingly, within first five tags.

5. In case of cosplay pictures, ask permission of photographer and all models and credit their main social media/tumblr properly (artist name+link).

I’m really looking forward to all your submissions! Don’t push yourselves, participate much or as little as you like. The point is to celebrate the pair, romantic or platonic.

Which songs do you think describe the relationship of Hijikata and Okita? Choose at least one and tell us why and in which situations does it apply to their dynamics.

Platonic? Romantic? Songs for the prompts? True in your unique AU? Go wild, we want to read them all!

1. Take me to Church by Hozier

Just… Listen.

“I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies/ I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife/Offer me that deathless death”

Ships don’t necessarily need to be healthy, happy pairings. Despite my enthusiasm, I rarely see HijiOki as such through my own eyes. They have many personal issues of their own, as well as problems with one another, but they need an escape. Which they found in their bond and the little games they play, in the bedroom or otherwise.

It also helps that this song uses certain terms of a religion that sees sex for pleasure as a sin while talking about sex. That’s some Souji level shit that deserves to get on my list.

2. Super Psycho Love by Simon Curtis

I can totally imagime them being like that, secret lovers and all. Playing games with their partner and others, to sell the lie they aren’t together. And of course, to push each other’s buttons because that’s always fun. (At least for Souji when he does it. He never expected to get the favor back.)

3. Nicotine by Panic! In The Disco

Have I mentioned they are addicted and dependent on each other? Well…

I clearly ran out of ideas, so here are the tags:

@fury-ous @impracticaldemon @nospringonions

“If You C Jordan” by Something Corporate

*I feel like this is how Hijikata always expresses his disdain for Souji most of the time, LOL.*

“Post Script” by Finch

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Why?  Why did he do this?  What drove Souji’s need to pry into Hijikata’s personal writing?  Presumably the chance to annoy Hijikata was the primary reason, but Souji was just so diligent about it.

Souji cleared his throat, and began to read aloud.

“The fascinating hopes of bedding you Are so different from fresh morning snow.”**

“WHAT?!  I didn’t write that you aggravating little–”

“Tch, Hijikata-san! What if your innocent young page were to come across such a thing?”

“Well, she WON’T”–he knew he was shouting, but didn’t care–” because that’s NOT what I wrote!”

Souji’s brows raised, and he made a show of rereading the characters more closely.

“You know,” he said slowly, still sounding unconvinced, “I suppose it could be read differently.”

Hijikata snorted.

“…But you do seem awfully focused on bedding, ne?”  

Hijikata’s own personal soul gnat* finally allowed him to recover his property, though not without a final snicker of amusement.  The amusement faded when Hijikata gave him a cynical, knowing look, and commented:

“Even if I were, Souji, I’m obviously not the only one.”

* thank you @hidetheremote ^u^)/

**  The fascinating rows of bedding Are made of the white morning snow [from the anime, Zuisouroku]

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“Don’t be so stingy, Hogyoku-sama! You know that I’m your biggest fan, and I can’t sleep well without reading your words of wisdom!” Souji laughed as his eyes began to read the freshly written haiku.

Dazzling in the sun

White and pure as the first snow

Thousand cranes fly high

“What’s this, Hijikata-san?” Souji asked, still smiling, but his voice had taken on a cold undertone and his laughter slowly died down.

Souji’s infinitesimal change in expression did not escape the equally perceptive Hijikata. Forcing his own growing blush in check, Hijikata smirked and said in a mocking tone, “ha! If you’re so jealous, why don’t you try writing about her yourself!”

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He knew trouble was coming the second his door opened. Souji always had a clear presence in every room. He pushed his small notebook aside, sentence unfinished and ink totally wet. Fortunately, he had a letter laid out under, so the brush in his hands could be easily explainable.

Not to Souji though. He had a sense made for embarrassing the vice-commander.

“Why the haste, Hijikata-san? You hiding something from me?”, He chimed, stepping in uninvited. Hijikata turned to the paperwork in front of him, as if he were in deep thought about how to word the rest of it.

“This is none of your business. I’m writing an important letter, so you’d be best off leaving me alone.”

“Didn’t seem so important with this on top of it!”

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“What had preoccupied your mind all day, Hijikata-san?” He hummed with delight, perusing the pages with curious fingers.

“Souji, no!” Hijikata reached for his notebook, face beet red because nothing will be sacred anymore. “I’m going to kill you!”

Souji stiff-armed the Vice Commander, keeping a good distance from him. His eyes lit up as he read the new entry.

Prideful, cold, and sharp

Sword of the Shinsengumi

The gnat of my soul

The room brightened with Souji’s laughter. Hijikata was fuming, face so red like his blood boiled through his skin.