Headcanon ficathon!

[reikah]

Well, it's been a while since the Olympics, so I thought I'd throw this here as a fun community event (don't worry, this isn't the summer challenge/contest, I'm still ironing that out).

Welcome to the Kurofai headcanon meme!

What is a headcanon? A headcanon, for those of you not familiar with the terminology, is "An idea, belief, or aspect of a story that is not mentioned in the media itself, but is accepted by either the reader themselves or the fandom in general. If it is confirmed by the author of the story, it becomes canon." (Thanks, urban dictionary!) Examples might include 'Fai has terrible metabolism, his feet get very cold' or 'one of Mokona's 108 techniques is Vibrate Mode' or anything else you feel is true but never confirmed in the text. Not all headcanons are worksafe.

How it works:

You leave a comment with one of your Kurofai headcanons. You can do so signed into a dreamwidth account or anonymously, for those of you without dreamwidth accounts/with embarrassing headcanons.

Someone else will write a short story based around your headcanon, and post it as a reply to you.

In short, it works a lot like clampkink - but for headcanons rather than kinks!

Anonymous commenting is enabled, but you do not need to post headcanons/stories anonymously if you don't want to. I'm also going to go ahead and label this post NOT WORKSAFE preemptively, so please be careful browsing where your computer access is monitored! Stories can be as long and short as you like, and as SFW/NSFW as you feel like, or, if you prefer, you can fill with fanart instead - both are excellent. For our rules on threesomes or moresomes, check the comm rules in our profiles.

That's all the nitty-gritty out of the way - now let's go ahead and share some headcanons!

Filled Headcanons
Fai's hands hurt after the tower - filled by cloverfield
Holitsuba!Fai gives Kurogane finger puppets to help him teach sex ed - filled by Anon
Fai always could use chopsticks - he just pretended not to as part of his harmless idiot act - filled by eijentu
Fai doesn't like to sleep alone - filled by Anon
Tomoyo hand-stitched Fai's furisode herself - filled by ereshkigali
Fai is disappointed to be alive after Outo - filled by farenmaddox
Kurogane is an absolute SAP - filled by zelinxia
When Fai began to suspect what was going on with Ashura, he evacuated the survivors of Ceres to another world, which the travelers then encounter during their journey - filled by Anon
Kurogane forced Fai to feed the first time in Infinity - filled by farenmaddox
Kuro-sama likes being tied up - filled by cloverfield
Yama & Outo - Kurogane realises he's fallen for Fai - filled by rinoa11
Kurogane had a crush on an older ninja who acted like Fai, who died - filled by zelinxia
Kurogane is really bad in bed the first time - filled by tsubasafan
BB!Fai remained friends with the little freckled girl from Ceres - being filled by farenmaddox
Kurogane expresses his love in subtle ways ("the moon is beautiful tonight," touching just the edge of Fay's sleeve, etc) - filled by zelinxia
Post-series, Fai needs to hear Kurogane's heartbeat to reassure himself his happiness isn't a dream - filled by uakari
Fai - real Fai, the one that died - was the older twin - filled by anon
Fai - real Fai, the one that died - was the older twin - filled by farenmaddox
Fai feels guilt over Kurogane's scars, and Kurogane thinks he needs to keep them hidden from Fai - filled by ereshkigali
Kurogane and Fai get married/bonded before the xxxHolic epilogue - filled by caffeine_buzz
Fai starred in a porn film during the group's travels & had fun - filled by misskirichan
Kuro-papa survived minus an arm and has been roaming dimensions looking for his son - filled by anon
Holitsuba - Yuuko & Fay have had sex before - filled by misskirichan
Holitsuba!Kurogane, Fai, and Yuui are all in a mutually satisfying relationship - filled by misskirichan
Holitsuba!Kurogane is the first person who hasn't been jealous of Fai and Yuui's closeness - filled by kittenkin
Kurogane prefers it when Fai tops - filled by xwittychickx
Fai feels guilt over Kurogane's scars, and Kurogane thinks he needs to keep them hidden from Fai - filled by sotongsotong
Kurogane is an absolute SAP - filled by anon
BB!Fai remained friends with the little freckled girl from Ceres - filled by anon
Kurogane forced Fai to feed the first time in Infinity - filled by sotongsotong

Unfilled Headcanons
Kurogane's father trained him the way Kurogane trained Syaoran.
Kurogane had a case of performance anxiety before he and Fai had sex the first time.
Kurogane is a virgin. Fay is not.
Kurogane takes particular notice of how Fai smells. Fai changes soap and Kurogane has to work up the courage to ask him to change it back.
Fai starts to experience some of Sakura's memories after C!Syaoran stores her feathers in his eye.
Fai and Yuui were born on a national holiday; this is considered an ill omen for Valeria
Kurogane accidentally kills his father during the fall of Suwa
Kurogane & Fai resettle Suwa post-series, and Kurogane grows his hair out like his father
Kurogane has a well-worn notebook filled with terrible poetry. Fai enjoys flipping through the pages and trying to guess which world each was written in.
Holitsuba - Kurogane and Fai keep tracking of whose on top with different coloured condoms. Fai steals Kurogane's in order to top more.
Fai slept around in Ceres (with men and women), but Kurogane is his first steady significant other.
Holitsuba!Kurogane hums to himself when he's in a good mood.
Fai is a creature composed out of magic, rather than human.
Kurogane's conscience sounds A LOT like Tomoyo.
Kurogane was devastated by Fai's 'good morning, Kurogane'.
Post-Clow arc: When Sakura and Syaoran went into the tube o'doom, they left their bodies as empty shells on the floor. Touya found them, and moved them into a long-term care wing at a hospital; waiting for their souls to come home again.
Fai is musically gifted, and every song he plays represents a specific memory/event from his life. Kurogane comes to realize this without Fai knowing it.
Kurogane is the worst boyfriend ever.
The other dimensional versions of Chi, Hideki and the twins live happily.
Fai was a virgin until he met Kurogane because Ashura-ou had some non-fatherly feelings towards him and though he couldn't openly have Fai he could stop others from even thinking of approaching Fai, and none dared to oppose the king.
Fai is uncomfortable with the Japanese way of bathing where everyone just strips naked and soak together.
Fai knew that he would live much longer than Kurogane and while traveling with Tsubasa!Shaoran has been trying to find a way for Kurogane and him to share the same lifespan.
Kurogane is loud in bed.
Kurogane and Fai shared a tent in Yama; Fai felt dirty after being assaulted by soldiers and begged Kurogane to clean him. They had sex regularly after that.

Comments

[reikah]

Kuro-sama likes being tied up. :3

[farenmaddox]

SOMEBODY DO THIS PLEASE

[cloverfield]

Consider this to take place post-series, on a second visit to Nihon.

*

The lantern gutters, flame flickering and low, and about your throat the cord tightens. Slowly, too slowly, in perfect contrast to how your breath quickens.

Your first instinct is to fight it (thrash and struggle and fight; lash out with everything you have in you) but you don’t, you can’t-

-and that’s the best thing about it.

“Look at me,” murmurs Fai, one finger tilting your chin up; as your head lifts your bindings pull taut in so many small ways, a rasp of silk-on-silk (the drape of his sleeve, his hands shaking as he loosens the obi wrapped tight around his hips) and of silk-on-skin (the fall of his robes, shivering open across his chest and pooling soft across his thighs) that drives you to sheer distraction.

“Stay with me, Kuro-sama,” he whispers, and that too is like silk, like the fall of his hair as it brushes your cheek, cloud-soft and floating about his face as he leans in close; on his knees before you on the futon you share, there is nowhere you can look but blue eyes (kissed by lantern-light, deep and dark and wanting; whole and shadowed and unafraid) and nowhere you would want to besides.

His hands fall to your shoulders, your chest, languid and almost drowsy in their movements as they flow across the pattern he has woven here, and red cord bites tight into your aching flesh with every breath, the sweet pain of it (his breath, hot on your throat; his teeth, so desperate and sharp) winding down every part of you as his fingers drift down to the knots that bind your arms behind your back.

There is no sensation in metal, but the sight of the silk rope, pulled taut and wound delicately over steel cable and pistons both, lurches thick in your stomach- the greatest technology you have ever seen in all your travels (greater than any vehicle or weapon ever to exist; with this hand, with this strength, you can protect that which matters to you) rendered still and helpless by one man alone.

“Oh,” sighs Fai, soft and airy; his hands tremble down the weavings that wrap your torso, little tremors that travel like lightning across the skin beneath. Every part of you is left wanting, and when his nails scrape just lightly over the slope of your thighs (over your back, your shoulders, left clawing in your hair; his mouth a burning brand against the arch of your throat, where your pulse beats a desperate crescendo) you can’t fight the shudder that takes you- nor the pleading sound that leaves your throat.

He groans in response, thick and shaky and straining through his teeth; his eyes flash gold, the light of the lantern pooling a storm of heat and hunger in his gaze. There is no warning when he takes the trail of loose rope that spills slack over one shoulder and yanks it brutally tight, and the pleasure that rolls in your belly (lashes as taut as the rope) is the thunder on the horizon, the kisses that fall to your skin (restrained and patterned and made so completely his) the first fall of heavy rain on parched ground that beckons the flood.

When you can breathe again, you speak. “More.” There is no shame in your voice, and nor should there be. In this space you have no room for it, not with his hands on you (not after all you have been for him, not after all you have become because of him, no shame, not ever).

“Yes,” he says, made breathless with wanting. In his hands, your bindings draw tighter still, and this snare is not one you would be free of. “Oh, Kuro-sama, yes.”

[reikah]

oh wow. WOW. chloe i am in love with this ficbit i am going to run away with it i'm rly sorry to inform you so abruptly but it & me are married now o m g

"Oh, Kuro-sama, yes." - prety much how i feel right now but with this fic as a whole

YES.

[cloverfield]

How could you just elope with this snippet like that and not invite me to the wedding? ;A; How the hell am I supposed to give you your congratulatory gravy boat now? >.<

Ahahaha, so happy you like it, sweet~ I wanted to make it, ahem, good for you and I'm happy I succeeded ♥

[(Anonymous)]

THANK YOU!!!!!

[cloverfield]

YOU'RE WELCOME :D

[farenmaddox]

OMG no stop I can't handle this much delicious sexy sexifulness

Kurogane tied up is the prettiest and most hhhnnggghhhh-inducing thing ever, just sayin. And of course your writing is the perfect accompaniment to these sorts of ideas, because you write with such tangible, physical words that bring each moment to life— his pulse, the tremble of hands, the sound his breath makes, not to mention that "and the pleasure that rolls in your belly (lashes as taut as the rope) is the thunder on the horizon, the kisses that fall to your skin (restrained and patterned and made so completely his) the first fall of heavy rain on parched ground that beckons the flood." is basically the best metaphor ever.

[cloverfield]

Are you sure? I'm pretty sure you can handle it, nay, master it bb~

There is honestly nothing better in the world than a ninja wrapped up in pretty silk rope like a new year's gift, and Fai will actually punch anyone that argues with him. /sagenod

Ahahaha, I am derping out that you like this so much, seriously, especially my metaphors. I know I purple prose like no-one's business, but it's so fun, even if I did try and strip this back a little.

I had so much fun, trying to get inside Kuro-twine's head here, honestly; trying to live in that moment and make this feel- because that's what bondage is about, really, just giving in to sensation and trust in your partner, and I think that after so long together (after going through so much together) they can indulge like that. (Not to mention having his Kuro-prey trussed up in pretty red silk makes Fai half-hungry, half-worshipful and wholly lustful.)

Thank you bb! ♥

[misskirichan]

This was wonderful; the writing was gorgeous and atmospheric (the lantern light, the contrast between the steel and silk rope…) and there was this delicious sensuality running throughout. It was like a palpable current beneath the text.

The other thing I loved most of all was the absolute trust they exhibit for each other. The pleasure they take in knowing that the other is enjoying themselves. Delicious is really the only word I have.

And that last line... *shivers*

[cloverfield]

I'm very happy my words were so vivid for you! *wriggles in delight* It was so fun to play with this kink (useful exercise for another fic I am working on) and I tried to focus on sensation and how to describe it, so I am very happy you enjoyed it so much~

Trust is the heart of bondage. It's the most satisfying when the parties involved trust each other so absolutely that one can give themselves over to the hands of another and know they are in a safe, pleasurable place. And I feel that Fai and Kurogane have this level of trust now, so they can do that for each other. ♥

That, and I think Kuro-sama really is sexy trussed up in red silk rope. *shivers delightfully*

[misskirichan]

Yes, red silk rope is definitely best for Kurogane. ;)

I think it's really neat that you went in with the idea of focusing on the sensation of the experience. That really came through, and it makes me want to try it at some point in my own writing to see how it changes the language of the story, as it was just so wonderfully striking in yours.

I'd be interested if you had any suggestions on how to focus on the sensory experience of a story without it seeming forced or over-the-top.

And yes, the trust thing is so true; the way you described the trust they had was just absolutely superb. *flails in delight*

Sending all of the good feelings your way. :3