#It's him!!!

[purpleqilinwrites]

in every season.

a/n: i know i should be writing my cp2077 au fic, but i couldn't not write a fae thing with akaashi.

fandom: haikyuu!!

character: akaashi keiji

genre: fluff

info: reader is a faerie; akaashi is human; established relationship (akaashi is your lover)

warnings: -

synopsis: akaashi finds himself reminiscing on his life with you, by the sea.

word count: 0.8k

Akaashi Keiji

The early summer sea lapped at his feet, balmy in the gaps between his toes before retreating down the slant of the shore. Akaashi watched the white crests of foam on their march back to the sea, shouting your name to call your attention to the telltale divots in the sand before him. You quickly came into view from his left, the lower hems of your hakama now dark with seawater from when the fickle water caught you by surprise earlier on. Holding up a basket made of woven reeds to your chest, you gestured into it before starting off in the direction he was pointing at.

You lowered yourself to a squat with a grunt, using your magic to whisk yourself closer to where the water caressed the shore. He laughed, taking careful steps as he walked down the gentle incline of the shore and then mirroring your action with a more laboured sound.

"I'll take care of it, Keiji," you said, loud enough for his senior ears to pick up, meeting his eyes with a smile as you busied your hands with digging small brown clams out of the sand. The skin at the outermost corners of your eyes crimped with your smile, and he couldn't resist leaning over to caress your wrinkles with his thumb.

"I'd rather you left the chores to the hired hands, my love. You should be resting," he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and feeling his bones ache in protest. "We didn't leave so you could keep working to your old age."

It had been more than a handful of decades since the two of you left the Fair Realm. By mortal standards, he ought to be no more than a heap of dust and bones at his age. By contrast, the fae would consider you only a little more experienced in life than a child, since you weren't even two hundred years old.

Well, you and him both.

It seemed as though it was only a few days ago that the two of you were young, with no more than a large burlap sack of food and a considerably smaller one of gold, running from Alfheim with clasped hands. Years away from your native realm appeared to blot out the divinity in your fae blood, slowly but surely, and you were beginning to have a time-kissed form that was indistinguishable from that of a mortal, even without the use of magic.

You grew older outside the Fair Realm, time adorning your features the same way that it made its mark on his. Though, for argument's sake, you aged much more gracefully than he did. Your head only began to sprout grey hairs a few years ago. With your barely silver-streaked head and your wrinkles deepening to visibility only when you smiled, you were outwardly much younger than he was, even if the two of you were born in the very same year.

The swell of your cheek was nestled in his palm, and Akaashi felt extremely fortunate to be able to witness you reaching your golden years. It was a sight that would've eluded his mortal lifespan entirely if he remained in Alfheim. After all, the full breadth of days afforded to a mortal such as himself was nothing more than a couple of childhood summers picking fruit to the long-lived fae.

"I've yet to become too old and tired to court you with foraged clams," you said, playful, hands coming up off the sun-warmed shore to cup his face. He watched you pause, remembering that there was sand sticking to your summer-damp skin. With a chuckle, you dropped your hands back where the clams were hiding, nosing into the crook of his neck instead.

A sound of fondness came bubbling up from his heart and up out of his mouth. It brought to his remembrance that lively stream that ran along the home you used to share in Alfheim, teeming with fish that you took to catching with your bare hands, making sure to show them off to him as he watched from his perch on a rock alongside the water. He supposed that you scooping clams out of the sand was the equivalent action for you in the mortal realm. Even after all these years, you still enjoyed providing food for the table, in the same way that he would always enjoy preparing it and eating it with you.

"You already have me," Akaashi said. His mouth curved easily to the shape of fae-speak, knowing that the language of your home realm was sweeter to your pointed ears than any poetry breathed in the tongue of this mortal island that adopted the pair of you.

[gay-caveman]

billy zabka wearing sunglasses part 2/?

BONUS:

[ghost--pie]

God that smile, It's amazing

[cyber-corp]

The boy !!!

What is his name ??? I don't know yet !!!

He seems to take on a lot of Rose's attributes, which makes him even more of a sarcastic, dry-witted douche. He has an AI answering machine, Jake got mad with it earlier and hilarity ensued.

He has the same Pesterchum initials as Rose (TT) so I'm assuming he's the equivalent.

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

I was inspired

[augustheart]

i'm crying rn.... the fucking Torta.....

[scramratz]

[pyroinfusedtiger]

Posting this everywhere til im not obsessed with it anymore

[longsightmyth]

People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ

[gentlebeard]

original screen cap/edit by @sherlockig

[queerstudiesnatural]

some of my favourite sign fails <3

[dashintrash]

He is THE King (and the father)

[limelemonchi]

freak Pines

[yujateaandpi]

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper