oddsandends | 101ST ♫ | the day after will be bright and clean

The Personal Hygiene Fluff Meme

Personal hygiene is just that - personal. By the time we've come to a point in our lives where we notice that the concept exists and we should be prudent about it, we can take care of ourselves. There are also many practical reasons why we don't involve other people in this process. We're not too keen on showing off parts to be cleaned that are private in most contexts, and there's definitely an ingrained aversion to showing so much soft, fleshy skin. Hot water or a sharp razor could spell dangerous with a capital D should they come into the hands of someone with a vendetta against you. No need to be extra vulnerable.

So, if you're involving another person in your cleansing routines, it must be someone you trust. Not only that, but it's most likely someone you're comfortable with and likely at least somewhat open to being intimate with. You may not be dropping all your clothing in front of them, but it's still you opening yourself up to touching and closeness unparalleled in more "usual" moments.

Established and burgeoning couples (or not-so-couples) can bond through this showing of care and good faith. Will you like being pampered and find the attention endearing? Or will things go terribly, terribly wrong?

...you never should have let them near that shaving cream.

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Smut is not required. Mention if you want/don't want it.
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Comfort: You've decided to pitch in a helping hand to get your partner to unwind, and warm water or suds may do the trick.
Romantic: The sole purpose of this endeavor is to set a lovey-dovey mood. No shame here!
It Started Out Platonic...: What a good pal you are, volunteering to give your friend a good scrub. Of course, you didn't count on the cute way she squirms as you scrub her back or how he blushes when you shampoo his scalp.
No Choice: Currently, you're unable to clean yourself up. That means that you need assistance, and it might as well be the person you lov- tolerate the most.
Open: You have trust issues. Actually, you have backlogs of trust issues. Still, you want to show the person you love that you're willing and trying to change for them, and what better way than letting down your walls and having the assist in your grooming?
Shave: Whether it's your face, your legs, or...your other places you've decided to shave, there's a certain intimacy involved in letting your lover do it for you. Let's hope they won't leave you looking like you got into a battle with a book with the paper cuts to prove it.
Reluctant: They want to get you clean. You don't want to show off your body at all. It's injured, it looks weird, what if they don't like it...
Forced: You love them, you really do, but you won't kiss them if they continue to look like an unwashed hobo clown. You have to draw the line somewhere, and if they won't take action, you will.
Beat Up: You've been trampled in a fight. Your partner isn't about to let you wallow around in your own mud and blood.
Hair: Some find that there's nothing quite as soothing as getting their hair washed or brushed. Of course, those with more luxurious locks may find any hair care a burden, so the assistance is appreciated.
Make Up: They think you're beautiful already. See how they'll paint you up when they get the chance.
Unique: If you're not human, you probably have your own proceeders you have to do to keep all spiffied up. There are wings with stray feathers to pluck, horns on heads to polish, scales to shave down, all sorts of tasks! Introduce your ignorant (and most likely human) boyfriend or girlfriend to your world...and your pain.
Accommodations: Those with disabilities or prosthetics may also have their own routines, and anyone who wants to be with them should learn how to pitch in.
Sponge Bath: You don't have enough water to do this right or you just want to give them a nice rub and scrub with a gentle sponge or wash cloth.
Wound Care: In order for wounds to heal, proper care must be taken. Bandages have to be changed and cuts cleaned out. It's certainly easier when you don't have to do it all by yourself.
Together: You're both cleaning up, taking a bath, splish splash, in the same tub because there's no where else to go. This is the most likely smut option, even if, again, it starts off "platonic."
Clothing: Don't forget that clean clothes are an important part of personal hygiene. Always make sure your partner has a nice, fresh outfit, even if it's to your taste and not theirs.
I've Made a Terrible Mistake: Somehow, everything's now shit. This little experiment went haywire and you may be sporting anything from the worst hairdo of your life to a Columbian necktie.
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[ info & nsfw prefs are in journal! pls be aware that Yuri has (self harm cw, highlight to read) self harm scars related to cutting on her wrists and forearms. i am totally happy to handwave these and not acknowledge them if you would prefer to avoid the topic!

otherwise tho pls wash her hair. she has so much of it. ]

hey, wanna wosh a stinky boy?

[ It's been some time since they were last forced to contend themselves with another Servant and their Master. Perhaps because it's so much later in the game and there's so few of them – or maybe she and Berserker have made a name for themselves and they're being avoided. Neither would surprise her, given how viciously they've made their way to victory in the past.

It'd been quick, if nothing else. Whether through wisdom or cowardice, the Master had sent their Archer on alone and though she'd struggled as befitting a Heroic Spirit... Yuri can't imagine there's a Servant in all the Throne who could put themselves in her Berserker's path and hope to live through it.

As quick as it had been, though, it'd been draining. They're both filthy and Yuri can tell even she's feeling the strain on her mana, like a child's toy struggling to operate on a drained battery. She's so tired that she doesn't even think twice about it when she and Dimitri trail into her family's private baths together. The bath is big enough that they could have sat some ways apart but Yuri choses to settle close by his side in the water. After a fight like that, his proximity is comforting. ]

You're sure you're managing, Berserker? I wasn't expecting it to be such a draining fight...

[The fight was taxing in more ways than one. He certainly was more powerful than Archer- but the other Spirit had a wider range of skills. She could travel far and fast, could attack him from a distance. If he hadn't overwhelmed her so completely she might have won just from a fight of attrition. He was so focused on killing her quickly that he had completely surrendered to his rage, not able to hold back from burning through their mana like a forest fire.

Now that it was done he was shaking with the residual anger and what would be adrenaline if he was a living man.

He doesn't answer, just grunting, his muscles twitching and spasming. His Madness Enhancement still running wild through his Swiss cheese mind. But his Master being close eases it a bit]

[ Yuri watches him quietly for a moment. After this much time together, she's gotten a good idea of when she should and shouldn't draw close to him but now she's not fully sure. After a moment, she wets her lips a little nervously and speaks up again. ]

Is it alright if I touch you? [ she moves a little closer, though not by too much. ] There's still some blood...

...

[It takes him a moment to really understand her question, but once he does he gestures to his bad eye- 'not that side', a common request when he's on edge]

Mm. [ And then, more gently: ] I'll be careful.

[ She lifts her hand and carefully touches his cheek, just under his good eye. There's a blotch of dried blood there that she carefully sweeps away with the pad of her thumb – there was a scratch there before, she thinks, but it's already healed over enough that the skin underneath feels unmarked and smooth.

When she thinks of just what her mana goes into allowing, she minds this burned out sensation much less. ]

You're still so tense... [ Her hand drifts down to his arm as she shifts even closer, enough for her hair to spill from her shoulder onto his. ] Is there anything I can do for you?

You... keep touching me. Please.

[It's not an overtly sexual request: in fact his voice, while still the raspy husk it always is, is nearly vulnerable. Desperate.]

[ Her voice catches in surprise and for a moment, her hand stills. Whatever she'd expected, it hadn't been that, evidently. But then her fingers curl around his arm and she shifts a little, leaning in to press herself close and touch her forehead to his neck. If closeness is what he needs, she's happy to give it to him. ]

I... could help you wash up. If you like. I could wash your hair for you, at least.

[it's unnecessary of course. if he returned to his spirit form he would be clean. But-]

Yes. Please.

Mm. [ She stays where she is for a moment, pressed close to him as she is, then slowly moves away. ] I'll start with your hair, then.

[ She's loathe to leave him even for a moment when he's like this, so she goes about it as quick as she can. She climbs out of the bath and crosses the room to where the toiletries are stored. She grabs a shampoo and conditioner at random so she can head back to the bath as quickly as possible and settle herself down at the side, legs dangling into the water. ]

Here. You can sit in front of me and I'll... [ She trails off for a moment, then furrows her brow. ] Is it... alright for me to touch you from behind? You won't be able to see me...

[He closes his eye, breathing deep and struggling internally with his Enhancement. The Beast bellows and screams, but also aches for this woman's touch. SO they come to an agreement]

Yes, Master.

[he even allows himself to lightly touch her leg dangling by his side]

[ His touch moreso than his words reassures her and sends another twist of sympathy through her. Even now, she knows when it is and isn't wise to touch him so if she's being allowed to touch where he can't see then he really must need it. ]

Mm. I'll start now, then.

[ With that warning given, Yuri slowly combs her fingers through his hair a few times – both to loosen some of the tangles and to let him get used to her touch. ]

[He breathes heavily, his breath coming in almost... sobs? He hates losing himself to his Madness. It was tangled so deeply in his nature that he can't break free from it.

He knows he felt this way when alive too. That the Savior King never escaped- he hasn't even in death. Even his other aspects as Lancer and Rider had to battle it. Insanity is written into his Saint Graph. Into his spiritual DNA.

The Goddess is so cruel.]

Yuri...

[Not Master]

[ Yuri's Berserker is invincible. It doesn't matter how truthful that might be when examined under the harsh light of the Grail War's standards – it's set in stone, as far as she's concerned. Her Berserker can't be beaten. He can't be hurt. And he certainly can't have his heart broken.

So hearing him wheeze her name out in that trembling voice makes Yuri's heart clench in turn. For a moment her fingers still, like she's afraid she might be hurting him – but then they begin to move again. Slowly, more tenderly than before. When she leans in a little closer, her damp hair spills loosely over her shoulder and across his. ]

I'm right here, Berserker.

[He leans back into her, shuddering]

You are the only thing... that makes sense in this world.

101ST ♫ | the day after will be bright and clean

Yuri | Doki Doki Literature Club | m/f pref for shippy/smutty

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