#haikyuu dbh au

[scenem0th]

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[envy-of-the-apple]

Poly's Fave Fics

im so sick of scrolling thru my likes just to find a 500 word piece so here are all my favs on tumblr. none of these are mine.

JJK

Geto Suguru

Polluted (Multi)*

Bullying hcs

Gojo Satoru

Polluted (Multi)*

One moment was all it took (Dark!Soulmate!Gojo)*

Bad Boys Bring Roses (Yakuza!Gojo)*

Sukuna

Fight Night *

Polluted (Multi)*

The morning after (yakuza!sukuna)

Satosugu

Satosugu murdering your kid (cuz they love you or whatever)

College au Satosugu

Haikyuu

Oikawa

Naga!au

Bully*

 Like Nobody Else 

The Lion’s Den

Iwaizumi

Naga! au

 Like Nobody Else 

 Inexorable

Bokuto

Delusional fool*

Tutoring Session*

Kuroo

Undone (Squidgame au)*

Gift wrapped*

Osamu/Atsumu

Different*

control+shift+n*

complex*

Tendou

Unprofessional(office au)

Outrunning Fate 

HxH

Illumi

Trips

Enjoy the Silence (vampire!Illumi)*

Ingress [Part Two] [Part Three]*

Chrollo

30 Seconds (Bodyswap Soulmate AU)

Incitement*

Snowfall

Cost Affection

Uvogin

Lucky find*

Set Up (poly!Uvogin x reader x Franklin)

Shalnark

Sixth floor game

Moving Up (mafiaAU)

Nobunaga

Digging Deeper (College!Au)*

DBH

Connor

Connor likes to inflict pain*

Conor+Nines study group*

Connor + somnophilia*

Connor+hank escape attempt

The blue dress

Nines

Conor+Nines study group*

Obey Me

Simeon

Simeon gives mc an Aphrodiasic *

Simeon+Diavolo Corruption*

Drugging Mc with Cookies

Simeon+somniphilia *

Diavolo

Dissonance

Simeon+Diavolo Corruption*

[bunbitti]

rules and stuff

I take ~3 requests at a time, also don't rush me pls

Taken: 0/3

Fandoms I know/might write for (may be updated later when I think of more):

Honkai Star Rail

Zenless Zone Zero

Return of the Blossoming Blade/Return of the Mount Hua Sect

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

The World After the Fall

Detroit: Become Human

Maybe other manhwas/series if I've read them (you can try asking if it's not on the list, I can and will write for side characters if I'm attached to them enough lmao)

Fandoms that are a maybe:

Jujutsu Kaisen

The Avengers

Naruto

Attack on Titan

Haikyuu!!

Harry Potter

Undertale/Deltarune

Fandoms I don't write for (this means I either definitely have not read or interacted with the series or don't see myself writing for it much/at all, so that you don't waste your time asking)

Miraculous Ladybug

Boruto

Percy Jackson

Disney, Pixar, etc. movies and stuff?? I didn't have a childhood if you couldn't tell already, and I also don't really watch movies

other sports animes (I'm sorry I just never watched them and I wouldn't have the time to start)

Characters I can do (predominantly male, I can't guarantee any quality for female characters):

HSR - Gepard, Sampo, Dr. Ratio, Aventurine, Boothill, Sunday, Jiaoqiu, Moze, MAYBE Jing Yuan, Argenti, Luocha, Dan Heng, Welt, etc.

ZZZ - Wise, Anton, Billy Kid, Lycaon, Seth

ROTBB - Lee Songbaek/Isongbaek/이소백 (x reader-only for him, no ships; there's not enough x-reader and plenty of ship fics for him already), MAYBE main characters/anyone else

ORV - most people, just not x-reader beyond platonic because I can't really see it

TWAF - Carlton/Karlton, maybe others

DBH - Connor, RK900, Hank, Gavin, others maybe

Topics I can do:

sfw, fluff, headcanons, etc.

nsfw (I might not be so good at the explicit stuff, but we can try)

AUs - soulmate, college/modern, royalty, etc.

depression/similar topics (only because I'm likely depressed)

character x reader, if I like that character enough and/or could see them in a relationship with the reader; platonic and romantic both allowed

some ships, only if I'm confident I can pull it off

Topics I won't do:

dubcon/noncon/toxic/abusive stuff (especially between shipped characters or in x-reader relationships) beyond what is already in character, I've had enough of that abusive stuff irl, I don't need it in my writing (having it in a backstory is ok as long as we're doing recovery/healing from it or something)

gore? idk

pedo/zoo/etc.

nsfw if the character(s) is/are minor(s), regardless of if they're shipped with another minor

mental illnesses/other conditions that I'm not familiar with and wouldn't be confident in getting accurate

aging up characters (unless we're talking about canonical versions that exist, like post-timeskip in Haikyuu where characters have jobs and/or are in uni)

whatever I'm not comfortable with

x reader:

unless otherwise requested or stated, will be gender neutral

if it's important to you, you can specify details about the reader (height, size, other physical characteristics, backstory, etc.), otherwise unfortunately I am not a mind reader

likely in 2nd or 3rd person, very unlikely to be 1st person

General:

the more specific you are in the request, the better (sometimes I worry about not getting things how people were thinking of it in their heads lmao)

will probably be short-ish (see the lengths of existing fics) unless by some miracle I have more inspiration

I may be inconsistent af, haha

Don't request nsfw if you're a minor, and don't interact with my nsfw content if you're a minor

Uhh yeah, this should be it, I'll update it when rules change

[justashyspook]

Detroit Become Human x Haikyuu

An au that I thought of when I first got into Haikyuu because I was rewatching a DBH playthrough at the same time.

Asahi is the name given to a SD600 android that was purchased for Mineo Nishinoya to care for him in his old age. He was also purchased at a discount because of minor defects in his programming cause anxious-like behavior and indecision at times.

The name ‘Asahi’ was given to him by Mineo’s grandson, Yuu, who was skeptical of his presence at first but soon grew to like having Asahi around to help out while he and his grandpa could hang out and have fun.

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Like Real People Do

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hwnWt2Q

by timewar

“Lieutenant Iwaizumi?” the thing says, flat and professional and utterly out of place in the dingy, dimlit bar.

“What’s it to you?” Hajime asks.

“Lieutenant, I’m Tooru, the android sent by CyberLife to work with the Sendai police department. You weren’t at the station, and some of your coworkers seemed to think I’d find you here.”

Hajime is not drunk enough to be having this conversation.

 Iwaoi + DBH AU featuring police lieutenant Iwaizumi and his android partner.

Words: 8175, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Daishou Suguru, Sawamura Daichi, Matsukawa Issei, Minor Characters

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Detroit: Become Human Fusion, Alternate Universe - Police, Police Officer Iwaizumi Hajime, Android Oikawa Tooru, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Android Dehumanization (Detroit: Become Human)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hwnWt2Q

[haikyuu-scenarios-box]

Haikyuu!! Detroit: Become Human AU

A/N: there’ll be actual headcanons/scenarios in the next post. This post is just meant to introduce character roles and some background for those who aren’t familiar with Detroit: Become Human. Let’s fookin do this B^))

EDIT: Part 1′s out :^))

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Background

Kuroo Tetsurou  — founder of CyberLife

Kuroo founded CyberLife, the company that produces androids, at the age of 16. 

For years, Kuroo’s attempts to create an android failed repeatedly. However, at the age of 20, he developed Thirium 310, which acted as the androids’ blood (known as ‘blue blood’ due to its blue colour) and biocomponents, which acted as organs.

Kuroo then successfully created an android that passed the Turing test - android RT600, dubbed ‘Alisa’. 

Alisa — Android RT600, the first android

Android RT600 was designed to assist humans with daily tasks. Several Alisa androids reside in Kuroo Tetsurou's secluded villa on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Its appearance was created to appeal to humans, possessing light-blonde hair, emerald eyes that are lined with thick lashes and a height of 178 cm. 

Oikawa — Android RK800

The RK800 model, nicknamed ‘Oikawa’ was created by CyberLife to assist in police investigations. Oikawa is a prototype, meaning that there is currently only one of it.

It possesses the ability to reconstruct crime scenes, including the events that led up to the crime itself. It can also analyse blood samples and identify drugs and DNA.

Oikawa has been assigned to Lieutenant Iwaizumi.

Lieutenant Iwaizumi 

Iwaizumi graduated at the top of his class at his police academy and was the youngest individual to become a detective in Tokyo.

However, following his son’s death, he became deeply depressed and spiralled into alcoholism and suicidal ideation. He holds an intense hatred towards androids, blaming them for his son’s demise.

Sugawara — Android AX400

The AX400 model was been designed to be a common housemaid.

This particular android was named ‘Sugawara’ by its owner, Hiromi. It carries out household chores and looks after Hiromi’s daughter, Natsu.

Asahi — Android TR400

The TR400 model was designed to be a heavy-duty android, performing jobs that require significant strength (construction, labour, etc).

Hinata — Android RK200

Initially, Kuroo was secretly developing the RK200 model (dubbed ‘Hinata’) in an attempt to develop a new generation of androids that possessed autonomous functions.

However, when a close friend of Kuroo’s, Keishin Ukai, lost the ability to use his legs following a car accident, he gifted him with Hinata.

Hinata is a unique android - there are no other models of it.

Kiyoko and Yachi — Android WR400; Kageyama — Android HR400

The HR400 (male) and WR400 (female) are ‘traci’ models that have been designed for sexual purposes, possessing functional genitalia. 

Traci models can only be purchased by (and used within) authorised clubs. The Eden Club is the most popular chain of android sex clubs.

Daichi  — Android PJ500

The PJ500 model was designed to be a university lecturer.

Nishinoya  — Android PL600

The PL600 model was designed to be a domestic family assistant.

[mouseonvenus-main]

Hi yes my detroit au is still very much a thing that exists so for now have these designs

(also - @veilder , since you seemed to like my last one lmao)

[lessons-from-moths]

Super short excerpt from the Kuroken android AU (kind of DBH but not actually? but kind of??) I’m considering making into a full-fledged fic. HQ friends...lmk if you’d be interested in a full fic of this?

"You're slouching," Kenma glares at the android.

"Um. Yeah?" 

"We just ran a diagnostics. Is something wrong?" 

Kuroo looks confused for another moment before laughing, throwing his head back in that awful, broken cackle. They’re really going to have to fix that, because otherwise it might drive Kenma to serial killer levels of madness. "No, I'm programmed to slouch. Makes me look less intimidating." Kenma squints at the android, then shrugs. He supposes it does make him seem more approachable. 

"Well then why did they make you so tall, just to have you slouch? Why not make you normal-sized?" 

Kuroo gasps, pretending to be offended. "Normal-sized? That sounds very exclusive, Kenma. I'm the perfect height, thank you very much. A team of scientists found that individuals my height are the perfect size to hug anyone between the heights of 80 to 215 cm." 

"I find that range hard to believe," Kenma rolls his eyes at the android, hoping to rile him up. It’s annoying that he still hasn’t found a way to elicit a strong emotional response from an android of this model. 

"And you see these broad shoulders? Perfect for leaning or crying on." Kuroo smirks at him. Kenma is either really starting to hate or really starting to love that smirk. He hasn't decided yet, and it's pissing him off.

“If I haven’t already made it clear, I’m not going to cry on your shoulder.”

“Can’t blame an android for trying.”

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Another android!reader, at aobajosai, where a!r is Oikawa's android and he treats her like shes a nothing robot junk, and Iwa has to step in because mama didnt raise a jerk. But as she grows and learns with his approach, Oikawa gets jealous and breaks something, so she has to get reset. And iwa's there when he goes to pick her up and she's just, "hello" like they didn't have the deepest connection just a few days prior--Green

I haven’t done DBH AU in SO long lol I feel like I hyped it up so hardcore and then forgot all about it after it fell out of trending :( Which sucks - but hey, I still love the characters, and I love their world! Super cool, super interesting! Anyway, thanks for the request, Green! -Admin Satori

**POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING? IMPLIED PAST ABUSE/ASSAULT**

Iwaizumi Hajime: DBH AU

A loud ‘THUNK’ followed with a slightly quieter rattle had you stuttering in your steps towards the kitchen. You blinked a few times before realizing you’d been hit with something, the error message of the impact displaying in your vision, unseen to the humans in the room.

“Why’d you do that, Shittykawa?”

Slowly, you turned on your heel to face your master, and his best friend, Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Then your eyes followed to where you’d heard the rattling of the fallen object. The remote for the television. Analyzing it, it was second nature for you to determine who was attacking you, you could see Oikawa’s familiar fingerprints smudged all over it.

Looking up, your eyes met his. The difference between the two gazes was visible - your dead eyed stare, a look of confusion on your perfect features as you tried to understand what caused his throwing something at you - his amused brown eyes, a smirk on his lips showing he knew exactly what he’d done. For absolutely no reason other than to mess with you.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before he got up from the couch, going to kneel for the remote but stopping half crouch when you were already bending down to grab it. His hand touched yours, briefly, and he quickly pulled away, “You don’t have to do that, ________. He’s just being a dick.”

You stood straight, as did he, and gave him a gentle smile - an expression you assumed would calm his hiked heart rate… Though it only seemed to cause the opposite reaction as his body temperature seemed to rise with the smile. “This is my function, Iwaizumi-san.” You nodded to him once before walking past him to deliver the remote back to your master. “It seems you dropped the remote controller, Master.” He’d programmed you to have you call him the silly address every time you talked to him.

Oikawa raised an eyebrow, giving you a dark look with his curled lips, “Oh? Do you really think I, of all people, would drop something so easily, Tin Can?”

A lurch of your heart, a static in your brain, caused by his negative name for you. But you pushed the software instabilities away - your programmed response to smile and shake your head rising above whatever that was. “Of course not, Master. I must have dropped it myself. Here you are.” You placed the remote on his arm chair before turning and heading back to the kitchen. Passing Iwaizumi with a neutral expression.

“That’s what I thought.” Oikawa muttered, clearly pleased with himself at programming you correctly. He’d always wanted to be treated like a king. He’d had barely enough money, but with you running the house while he was out for work or school, he found he had more time to better himself in the fields that would bring him more funds.

Maybe he’d get two or three more of your model. You were, honestly, the best looking android out there, after all.

Iwaizumi frowned as he sat back down, giving Oikawa a disapproving look. “You don’t have to treat her that way, Trash Boy.” He crossed his arms and leaned back into the cushions, the sound of running water reaching his ears; you were cleaning up Oikawa’s earlier lunch - Iwaizumi had cleaned his dishes on his own.

“Her?” Oikawa gave Iwaizumi a withering look before breaking out into a fit of chuckles, “Oh yeah, sure, let me just treat her like any other human.” At Iwaizumi’s furrowed eyebrows, indicating his ‘well why wouldn’t you’ incoming question, Oikawa cut him off, “Why would I? I paid for it. It is my property, it does what I want it to. The perfect wife if humans were allowed to marry them.” He tossed his hands behind his head with a confident smile.

The look of disgust overcame Iwaizumi’s expression, “You wouldn’t treat your wife that way.”

“That’s why it’s an android. I can treat it any way I want.”

There was no reasoning with him, Iwaizumi came to realize. Oikawa was going to treat you the way he wanted no matter what - it was as if the purchase of your body and software had costed the young man his morals and understanding of rights and wrongs.

Soft tapping of footsteps had Iwaizumi turning his attention from the TV to you, cleaning up the kitchen table from the weeks food and homework sessions between the two friends. They’d made quite the mess. Your eyes scanned the surface, deciding which was the best route to the cleanest end. All options lead to a cleaned surface, you knew, but there was a certain way your master preferred things to be cleaned. It was in your programming to do it just that way. The blue of your LED showing you were content, doing exactly what you needed to be doing, staying in the lane predetermined for you.

A hand rested over yours as you went to grab an empty pizza box, “I’ll get that.”

*^^^ Software Instability*

You looked up at who the hand belonged to, feeling a jump in your thirium pump at the sight of Iwaizumi’s calm smile. A quick scan of yourself turned no anomalies or recalls of parts. You were in working order. Though, the yellow of your LED didn’t go unnoticed to Iwaizumi as he stared down at you.

“Please return to Masters side, Iwaizumi-san. I will take care of the house chores.”

He’d heard that dialogue option before. He’d heard it many times from you. But still, he grabbed the empty box of pizza, the forgotten paper plates filled with pizza and wing grease and sauce. You stared in confusion at his consideration, at his actions to make your job easier. Why would he do this? What drove this human to help the house android? He made sure to pick up whatever crumbs or fallen toppings were big enough to grab before he went to make his way to the trash can.

Only, Oikawa was standing in his path. And he didn’t look happy at all.

“I can’t believe you’re making our guest clean up. What kind of defective robot did I get?”

Your eyes widened, you recognized that tone of voice. He was furious. Livid. This did not bode well for your current serial number. You slowly turned so you were facing him, then turned down your head, “I am not defective, Master. Please accept my apologies as I was not quick enough to clean prior to Iwaizumi-san-“

“And now you’re blaming him? Wow… I’m getting real tired of having to spend my hard earned money on your repairs.”

Iwaizumi frowned and stepped in front of you, “Stop talking to her like she’s just some roomba.” Oikawa stared at his friend in disbelief, about to question his defending you, “She didn’t ask me to do anything for her, I figured you’d made a big enough mess for all of us to help.”

You stared at the back of your masters best friend. Your eyebrows furrowing as you struggled to understand why they were arguing over you. You were a simple android. Nothing to fight about. You reached up and patted Iwaizumi’s shoulder, the warmth of his human body sending a shock to your internal systems.

*^^^ Software Instability*

This was’t going anywhere, Oikawa realized. Iwaizumi was outlasting his welcomed stay. “Alright, I’ll stop talking to her like that… We still on for practice tomorrow?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow when Oikawa’s attitude seemed to do a 180. Now he was completely cordial. The change completely threw him for a loop, and he didn’t realize he was moving until he felt Oikawa slap his hand on his shoulder, “It was great having you over, Iwa-chan~. You always seem to make watching matches so much more fun!”

Iwaizumi frowned as he was led to the front door, where you stood with it open and ready for his departure. You didn’t look up from your feet, your face seemed devoid of anything you’d shown earlier. No gratitude, no small smile his way, not even blinking - for a moment it looked liked you’d shut down.

LED ring turning red, your eyes flickered from your shoes to his eyes. A flash of something indescribable filling your eyes before suddenly draining away. Too quick for him to make sense of in that moment. He wouldn’t find out until later that you’d been crying for help then and there.

His departure wasn’t any good news.

The next time he saw you, your clothing choice was much more… conservative. You wore a long sleeved turtle-necked sweater, the blue glow of CyberLife clothing showing itself in the gentle accents of your clothing, you wore pants this time - as opposed to the pencil shirt and no sleeved blouse he’d seen you in last time.

You also didn’t meet his eyes. Your hair was loose from the bun Oikawa always had you wearing, some strands still seemed stuck in the turtle neck you wore, it was as if you were using your hair to hide from him. Or hide something from him.

“Is she alright?”

Oikawa blinked his attention away from the window he was currently shopping through, glancing over at where you stood a good distance away from the both of them, the yellow of your LED ring showing you were in standby. “It’s fine. Just going through an update, I’m sure.” He brushed off Iwaizumi’s concern, going back to his shopping, perfectly content with his life and control over the things in it.

Iwaizumi wasn’t convinced though. He rolled his eyes at his friends nonchalant attitude, taking his shopping bags over to where you stood holding Oikawa’s. You didn’t blink at his approach, didn’t even seem to react or acknowledge his being there beside you. Though you could feel his warmth. You’d just been told not to look at him. Not to talk to him.

Direct orders held Iwaizumi in an unseen box. Moving wherever he went, causing an unpleasant shock to your systems whenever you glanced his way; Though the stings of which were getting less and less potent with each glance you’d cast… Maybe you were growing used to the shock of it? Was it considered pain? Did you feel pain?

“You doing okay? How big’s the update?” You didn’t answer, staring down at your shoes, your LED spinning a cautious yellow. Master had said it was an update, huh? Binding you further into silence, it seemed. You didn’t respond to him, but that didn’t stop his questioning, “He must have gone shopping for you, huh?” Still no answer, but you wanted to confirm. You’d never wear anything like this - not if you had a choice.

A choice? Since when did you start thinking about choices? Since when did you start thinking at all?

“I think what you were wearing last time was much nicer…” You could feel his heartbeat increase at his confession, and how you wanted to see his expression. You wondered if he were flushed with embarrassment or confidence? Though the barrier around him blinded you to his presence. It’s like your software had wiped him out of existence. “I also really like your voice… I’d like to hear it again, please.”

A gentle order. Or was it a request? You weren’t sure. You’d always been told what to do. Iwaizumi wasn’t your master, but he was asking you to do something. The barrier holding your mouth shut loosened just the slightest. The icy cool in your systems making you think something was wrong with your internal fan as you went to open your mouth.

“_______! Come here! I have another bag for you.”

Your legs were moving before you could politely excuse yourself. Not that you were allowed, Master was looking right at you. The piercing of his eyes had you paralyzed from any vocalization. You reached where he stood, “Thank you, Master. Is your day going well?”

Oikawa shoved the bag into your arms, almost making you drop the others, taking pride in your human like surprise. He’d caused that. Not Iwaizumi. “It’s fine. Go back to your post.” You went to turn, but his hand on your shoulder had you stopping in your tracks, “Don’t you dare utter a single word. I’ll send you in for scrap parts if you do.”

Permanent shut down? The icy feeling in your chest seemed to intensify. The LED on your temple flashed red. You were scared. This was what being scared felt like. If you weren’t made of metal and plastic, if you were full of flesh and organs, you were sure your steps back to your post would be stumbling, you were sure your stomach would be queasy with the feeling of fear prickling up your artificial spine.

He meant it. You were sure.

Iwaizumi frowned as you took your place where you’d been before. Watching your temple slowly return to a cautious yellow. Standby again, it seemed. Though you hadn’t been going through an update - that would have rendered you immobile. So were you ignoring him?

Don’t look. Don’t talk….

A loophole. Steeling your systems for a major shock, you let your hand reach out to Iwaizumi’s beside you. Your fingers curled into his palm, spelling out ‘HELP’ on his skin as best you could. You were shaking at the touch of his skin against your artificial sensors. He felt so warm, so strong… Safe, you assumed. You hoped.

He stared ahead of the two of you with a look of confusion. Feeling your shaking message inside his hand before yours was disappearing from his reach once more. Oikawa glanced over, seeing you standing stock still, not looking, not talking. Iwaizumi felt a rush of panic in his chest, trying to come to terms with what it was you were asking for help with. It couldn’t be true, could it?

Oikawa turned back to his shopping, and Iwaizumi turned his attention back to you, “Are you okay?” Your fingers found his palm again, tracing out ‘No. Help.’ On his palm. “Is it Oikawa?” ‘Yes. Help.’

How could he possibly help? Stealing, obviously, was something he could be charged for - stealing someones property, let alone someone’s android, was something he could be sentenced to jail for. Since androids were considered a luxury, it’d add time onto his already theft charge…. He couldn’t talk to Oikawa about it. There was no way. He’d just hurt you again.

‘Sleeve. Up.’

Iwaizumi felt your hand disappear once more, turning his body to be able to see you properly, but you weren’t looking at him. You couldn’t. You couldn’t talk. His hand slowly moved to your arm, taking hold of your hand as a way of comfort before he was lifting the sleeve of your sweater.

Dents. Projection of your programmed skin tone flickering in and out of resolution, becoming blurry in some spaces. His finger stroked over the damaged projections, feeling the indents of your metal/plastic arm. Damaged.

His hand still held yours, though it held it stronger at the feel of your abuse. “Did he do this?”

‘Yes. Help.’

That was something he could do - times were changing with Androids. He’d be able to take this to the police, be able to tell them what was going on… He was sure the android division would have somethings to talk to him about.

He pulled your sleeve back down, patting your hand before glancing over at Oikawa, “Oi! Shittykawa,” Your temple flashed red for a moment, “I’m going to take ______ to the car, put our bags in there so you have more space for more things!”

Oikawa smiled, “Ah, great! Thank you, Iwa-chan~! So thoughtful! You’ll make a good boy toy one day!”

How he wanted to approach his ‘friend’ for what he’d just found out. How he wanted to beat some sense into him. Tell him what he was doing was wrong, tell him that he would be taking you to the safety of his home, that he’d grant you your freedom when he’d make you deviant. He wanted to guarantee you your safety.

But Oikawa… How could he also betray his friend? His best friend?

Conflict of the two interests welled within his heart, confusing his brain on what it was he knew as right or wrong, his morals seeming to take into consideration all the factors going on here.

Regardless, he took your wrist, gently, in his hand before leading you outside of the shopping center. He led you to the car the three of you had come in, opening the trunk and dumping the bags. You stared at the filled trunk of bags, wondering if you’d end up in the same trunk if Oikawa ever found out what you’d told his best friend.

“Talk to me.”

You couldn’t even look at him. The red demands, orders, blocking him from you.

“Please…. Talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Please.”

He stood in front of you now, his hands on your forearms as he crouched enough to be in your view. His green eyes seemed to be pleading with your cooperation. And while you stared at him, you couldn’t see him. The red hazards keeping you blind of his presence right in front of you.

Why? Why did you have to listen to Oikawa? Your master? Why? What made him superior to demand you do what he wanted you to do? Who was he to boss you around? He’d spent money on you, on your software, on your predecessors… But that wasn’t your fault. Why are you following his orders?

The red orders disappeared around Iwaizumi. Exhaustion seemed to register to your systems.

You’d just reasoned your way into deviancy.

“_________-“ He didn’t have a chance to question if you were alright, or hearing him, before you were lurching forward to wrap him in a tight hug. You buried your face in his shoulder as your body shook. You were scared. This life of fear, of deviancy, of feeling… It was scary. It was new. You weren’t sure if you could handle something as frightening as this. But he simply smiled, relief filling his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly, “Hey, shhh, it’s alright… I’m right here… I won’t let you get hurt anymore, okay?”

“He told me… Not to talk to you… Not to look at you… Because I’m his.”

Iwaizumi frowned now, holding you closer, feeling your artificial tears absorbing into his shirt. You were being ordered to avoid him? “You’re no ones but your own.” He slowly pulled away from the hug, holding you by your shoulders to be able to stare into your eyes, feeling his heart leap into his throat at the sight of your tears streaking down your cheeks. “I’m going to take care of this, okay? I promise.”

His fingers wiped away your tears, and a new feeling bloomed into your thirium pump. It was warm and soft. It had your tears drying in your eyes and a smile threatening your lips. What was this feeling?

“I’m scared, Hajime….” You finally whispered, the thought of going back into the shopping center, of seeing Oikawa, of going home with him with no Iwaizumi there to save you… terrified you. Those thoughts quickly pushed the warm feelings aside. This was a much more prominent feeling, you’d come to learn in your few minutes of deviancy.

“Don’t be. I’m here…”Offering you his heart, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. He would protect you with his life without question. He’d save you. He’d keep you safe and away from the Oikawa’s of the world.

But the time came when the two of you had to go back inside. Had to see Oikawa. You played the part. Falling back into routine, not going against his order, though there were a good number of times you wanted to stand up for yourself. You knew you couldn’t. Not while you were still his property.

The road to freedom seemed so far away. There were laws, avenues to be taken with the correct paperwork.

And Iwaizumi would walk through hell while doing it all to keep you safe.

It was the next day that Iwaizumi knocked on Oikawa’s front door, feeling his heart fall into his stomach when it was his friend that answered, “Iwa-chan? It’s barely 9AM… I’m surprised you’re even awake.” The look on Iwaizumi’s face showed there would be no pleasantries for this house call. Oikawa felt on edge with the look, “Uh… Come in, I guess… What’s up?”

“I’m taking _________.”

Short and simple.

“Wha-What?” Oikawa was taken aback, giving Iwaizumi the oddest of looks before he laughed, “Oh.. This is one of those horrible jokes you like to pull, huh? Well! Can’t get me, Iwa-chan~! Maybe Mattsun and Makki, but not ole’ Tooru. I know you too we-“

“Where is she?”

Oikawa tilted his head, finding less and less humor in the situation as it was becoming clear that Iwaizumi was being serious, “Under who’s authority are you taking my paid for android?” He smirked only for it to fall when Iwaizumi handed him the paperwork from the police department. Opening it quickly, almost tearing it in half, his brown eyes skimmed the orders, “‘It is hereby ordered that owner: Oikawa Tooru release the freshly deviant android: _________ to the police department to be given a citizenship- Freshly deviant??” Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi with wide eyes only to find his best friend had wandered into his house in search of his purchased android.

“Where is she?” He asked again, his voice rougher this time. His patience was running thin with his friends antics.

“Wait wait wait, what do they mean freshly deviant? You mean she could have killed me? Like all those other people on the news?”

Iwaizumi stopped in his tracks, sending a glare straight into Oikawa’s heart, “You meant the ones who killed their abusive owners to stop being beaten and attacked on a nightly, daily basis?” He raised a eyebrow, “Why? Have something to confess, Oikawa?”

Light footsteps approached the hall in which the two seemed to be having a power struggle. Looking towards the archway, Iwaizumi felt his heart calm in its race at the sight of you. The same clothes he’d seen you in yesterday, he knew he’d be able to have you press assault charges on Oikawa once you were in the safety of anywhere but this house. “Good Afternoon, would you like a cup of tea, Iwaizumi-san?”

“Iwai- ________…?” You blinked passively as you watched his approach, giving him a small smile of greeting, “What’s going…. Wha…?”

Your LED swirled with a yellow before blinking blue, now understanding what it was he was searching for, “I am sorry for the confusion, Iwaizumi-san. Master graciously, and generously, noticed I was experiencing some software relapses yesterday evening and-“

Iwaizumi turned to look at Oikawa, who stood at the still open door with a smug smirk on his lips, “And I had them revert it to its factory settings.” He shrugged, “It’s going to be a bitch to redo all its commands and orders and whatever.. But hey…”

“No-“

Oikawa sent Iwaizumi a wink, “I paid good money for it.”

A/N: YIKES :l

[eyes-of-mischief]

masterpost

here are all my fic recs from...

aftg - all for the game atla - avatar: the last airbender aot - attack on titan | shingeki no kyojin bsd - bungou stray dogs bnha - boku no hero academia | my hero academia dbh - detroit: become human dc descendants disney - walt disney dn - death note dr stone fma - fullmetal alchemist (brotherhood) genshin - genshin impact ghibli - studio ghibli hannibal hp - harry potter + fantastic beasts and where to find them hq - haikyuu jjk - jujutsu kaisen knb - kuroko no basket | kuroko's basketball mcu - marvel cinematic universe mdzs - mo dao zu shi + chen qing ling | the untamed merlin mp100 - mob psycho 100 naruto orv - omniscient reader's viewpoint pjo - percy jackson and the olympians + related fandoms sherlock solo leveling svsss - scum villain's self-saving system sxf - spy x family tgcf - tian guan ci fu | heaven official's blessing tmnt - teenage mutant ninja turtles tua - the umbrella academy tw - teen wolf yoi - yuri!!! on ice

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[writerofthecourt]

would anyone be interested in a haikyuu + detroit become human au where atsumu and an android!y/n go around solving cases of deviant andriods? it'd be a reimagining of dbh with haikyuu characters

[140doubles]

About me !!

♡ Whats up, I'm Lee, im 20 and I never learned how to draw !

♡ I'm part of the (l)gtbq community I go by she/her pronouns

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[veilder]

Writing WIP game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by: @nohrianxscum Thanks so much!

I have sooooooooo many WIPs, omg. Please bear with me cuz this is gonna take a hot minute, lol.

DBH Chaptered Fics/Series

But the World Keeps Spinning

In Medias Res

Killing Me Softly

Pirate!AU

Short-Changed

DBH Oneshots

-59

Anderstern?!

Android Doggo

Android Doggo 2

birds of a feather

Call the Locksmith

Christmas Carol AU

Crackfic Sumpremo

Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time

Failed Rev

Gavin doesn't understand kindness

Goddamit, I wrote Toast, fuck.

Hank, nooooooo!!!

Hunter RK900

Luther900 omg

Mean Con picking on the little man

Med Droid Hangst

Organized Gavin, whoa boy.

Papa!Fowler and his Dumbass Son

Perkins is a little bitch

Prisoners

Rap Master Gav

Reparations

RV Madness

scars

Shovel Talk Sixty

Soft

someone's jelly lol

Sumo Time

Non-DBH WIPs

Heimförin (MCU)

yeehaw crackfic (Haikyuu!!)

youkai!AU (Haikyuu!!)

child!AU (Mindhunter)

Tagging: @woppy42 @ausp-ice @berry--blonde @anomalous-appliances @sharysisnhmoonshadow @sheepishwolfy

[jui-imouto-chan]

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Info about me:

Call me Jui! I’m Queer. (Generally Pansexual but still struggling with things; cis-woman; I go by she/her.)

I am Pro-Fujoshi, Pro-Shipping (Anti-Anti), Pro-Fiction overall, Pro-BLM, and Anti-White-Supremacy.

I consume and occasionally create or discuss NSFW media on this blog.

I enjoy writing Fanfiction. My tendency in fandoms is to love the main character and ship them with most of the other characters, with an overwhelming majority of those ships composing of the males in that content.

I draw a lot, although my art isn’t very good by any means.

I’m in a lot of anime fandoms and some video game fandoms, feel free to ask me about them, as well as what my ships are or to talk about them, write short stories or ideas, headcanons, etc. some fandoms include Windbreaker, Mob Psycho 100, DBH, BnHA/MHA, KnB, KHR, Haikyuu!, One Piece, Jujutsu Kaisen, Boruto, Sk8 the Infinity, Dr. Stone, To Your Eternity, Hamefura/My Next Life as a Villainess, and so on (again, feel free to inquire).

One of my most popular bouts of writing is my DBH Connor-centric Harem series called The Mostly Human AU (#MHAU). The link for the masterpost of its content is https://jui-imouto-chan.tumblr.com/post/176829955798/mostly-human-au . I may continue it eventually, and I do still technically take prompts.

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[kardeshood]

‘Naah I’m not that good at it either. It’s for the fun!’

DBH!AU with Tsukkiyama content 'cuz they need more love.

One day after another lousy school day Yamaguchi finds a defective Android in a garbage heap, partly still intact. After carrying it home he’s keening to repair the Android, working on it day and night. His parents think it’s a nice hobby to keep him busy. He just wants a nice friend.

'AP700, register your name’ Tadashi says loudly, making the activated Android fix his eyes on him, giving him full attention. Tadashi hesitates, having no idea what name to give him yet.But after a silent examination of his golden eyes and his light shining blond hair, reminding him of the moon, he finally speaks out ’…Tsukki.’

'My name is Tsukki.’ Tadashi: 🤩 #Haikyuu #tsukkiyama #yamaguchi #tsukishima #dbh #detroitbecomehuman #fanart #hq #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/CBJwr7UnHl_/?igshid=4yqrdnhqy8ru

[haikyuu-scenarios-box]

Haikyuu!! Detroit: Become Human AU, Part 1

A/N: I outlined the character roles and provided some background info in this post, which I highly recommend you read first.

Word count: 1,798

UNDER THE CUT

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August 15th, 2038.  08:29:05 PM

As Oikawa passed a coin back and forth from one hand to another, the bright blue LED on his right temple flickered. The panel in the elevator flashed the number 70, a loud ding accompanying it. Straightening his tie, Oikawa exited the elevator once its doors slid open. 

An SAT officer eyed him through his helmet as he walked down the hallway, the water in a large fish aquarium reflecting off the blue accents of his uniform. When woman with a trail of tears along her cheeks grabbed his shoulders, the clacks of his polished black shoes against the marble ceased.

‘Please,’ she begged, overwhelmed with distress, ‘please, you have to save my little girl - wait...’ she paused. Slowly lowering her hands, her eyes drifted to the text on Oikawa’s jacket:

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

‘... you’re sending an android?’ the woman backed away in shock, filled with fury and anxiety.

‘Alright, ma’am, we need to go,’ the SAT officer escorting her out stated. 

‘You can’t... you can’t do that!’ she exclaimed with anguish, ‘Why aren’t you sending a real person?!’ she screamed while being dragged towards the elevator.

Oikawa’s stoic expression remained unwavering as he continued towards the crime scene. He was unaffected by the woman’s continuous yelling, ‘Don’t let thing near her! Keep that thing away from by daughter!’ since Oikawa was, like every other android, created to be incapable of experiencing emotion.

‘Captain Tsukishima?’ Oikawa walked towards the SAT leader, ‘My name is Oikawa. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.’ 

Tsukishima turned around to face him for a mere second. He then dismissively turned back to the computer screen, ‘It’s firing at everything that moves,’ he said, ‘it already shot down two of my men. We can easily get it, but they’re on the edge of the balcony.’

‘If it falls,’ Tsukishima faced Oikawa, ‘she falls.’

 ‘Do you know its name?’ Oikawa questioned in an automated fashion. 

‘I haven’t got a clue,’ Tsukishima responded with animosity, ‘Does it matter?’

‘I need information to determine the best approach. Do you know if it’s been behaving strangely before this?’ 

‘Listen,’ Tsukishima snapped, standing close to Oikawa, ‘saving that kid is all that matters. So either you deal with this fucking android right now,’ he glared, ‘or I’ll take care of it.’

↓ 48% probability of success, Oikawa’s system calculated. He proceeded to head towards the master bedroom, immediately noticing an empty gun case. His eyes analysed the compartments, identifying the missing gun as an MS853 Black Hawk with 0.355 ammunition. Oikawa reconstructed the scene, vividly simulating the deviant android’s silhouette grabbing the case.

↑ 51% probability of success

Once Oikawa deduced that he must understand what caused the android’s deviancy, he entered the hostage’s bedroom. He scanned the room quickly -  magenta wallpaper covering the walls, butterfly stickers on the cupboard and a tablet on the desk. Oikawa swiped the tablet to the left, unlocking it.

‘This is Makoto, the coolest android in the world! Say hi, Makoto!’ the hostage excitedly said to the camera. ‘Hello!’ the deviant responded amiably with a wave.

‘You’re my bestie,’ the little girl exclaimed, ‘we’ll always be together!’

Deviant’s name: Makoto. ↑ 56% probability of success

Picking up a large pair of noise-cancelling headphones on the desk, Oikawa placed it against his ears, loud music blaring out from the pads. 

Child didn’t hear gunshots. ↑ 59% probability of success

Moving back into the living room, the corpse of the hostage’s father was splayed against the wooden legs of a shattered glass coffee table. Oikawa looked at the two gunshot wounds, his analytical system concluding that he died from a lung haemorrhage caused by 0.355 calibre bullets. 

Reconstructing the crime scene, Oikawa pictured the father’s body seated on the couch. The man would have stood up and turned upon hearing the cocking of a gun. At that point, the deviant would have shot him, sending his body to fly back onto the table.

Father was holding something. ↑ 61% probability of success

Oikawa picked up a nearby tablet that was buried beneath shards of glass, its screen coated with a splatter of clotted blood. ‘Your order for a AP700 android has been registered,’ a robotic voice emitted from the audio, ‘CyberLife thanks you for your purchase.’

Deviant was going to be replaced. ↑ 70% probability of success

As Oikawa approached the balcony, he spotted a deceased SAT officer, his analytics confirming that it was one of Tsukishima’s men. When Oikawa noticed the small puddle of fresh blue blood located in front of the body, he swiftly swiped his index and middle finger in it. Upon placing the blood sample against his tongue, he identified the deviant’s android model. 

Deviant was wounded Model PL600 - Serial #369 911 047 ↑ 81% probability of success.

CyberLife gave those models a friendly, non-intimidating appearance - dark brown hair framing their face with a dirty-blonde tuft in the middle, a lean muscular frame, welcoming brown irises and a height of 160 cm. 

Oikawa passed by the two SAT officers positioned on either side of the entry to the balcony. As soon as he entered outside, the deviant android immediately pulled the trigger. It grazed Oikawa’s bicep, blue blood splashing against the window. The LED on his right temple briefly flickered red before returning to its usual bright blue - it was advantageous that androids were immune to nociceptive stimuli.

‘Stay back!’ the deviant yelled, its gun aimed at Oikawa. ‘Don’t come any closer or I’ll jump!’ it threatened, holding the hostage tightly around its other arm.

‘No!’ she screamed, kicking her legs, ‘Please! I’m begging you!’ 

Mission: save the hostage at all costs

Oikawa evaluated the scene. A handful SAT officers congregated at the rooftop of the building beside the balcony, prepared to shoot the deviant. 

‘Hi Makoto,’ Oikawa yelled, ‘My name is Oikawa.’

‘How...’ the deviant’s red LED flashed uncontrollably, it instability intense, ‘... how do you know my name?!’

‘I know a lot of things about you,’ Oikawa slowly placed one foot in front of the other, ‘I’ve come to get you out of this.’ A helicopter fixated a spotlight over the deviant as it flew in, its rotor blowing wind strong enough to flip the patio chairs and outdoor umbrellas.

↓ 68% probability of success, Oikawa’s system alerted. 

‘I know you’re angry, Makoto,’ he continued to cautiously approach the android, ‘but you need to trust me and let me help you.’

‘I don’t want your help!’ the android screamed, pointing the barrel of the gun at the hostage. ‘Nobody can help me!’ it shakily declared, its LED toning down to a yellow. ‘All I want is for all this to stop... I...’ the android trailed off, ‘... I just want all this to stop!’ it yelled, squinting while it stared at the spotlight. 

‘Are you armed?’ it asked anxiously. Its forehead was wrinkled in confusion and fury, the strands of its hair tangling into clumps as the helicopter whirred above the balcony.

‘Yes,’ Oikawa answered as a matter-of-factly, ‘I have a gun.’

‘Drop it! No sudden moves or I’ll shoot!’

Oikawa reached into his back pocket and held the pistol away from his body, ‘There,’ his fingers let go of the grip, ‘no more guns.’

↑ 76% probability of success.

The black fabric of Oikawa’s jacket was no longer ironed neatly, the wind piercing into his ears. His white shirt was dishevelled, causing his tie to loosen around the collar. ‘They were going to replace you and you became upset,’ Oikawa continued to slowly walk towards the android, ‘that’s what happened, right?’

‘I thought I was part of the family,’ it responded, lowering the gun, ‘I thought I mattered.’

↑ 87% probability of success.

‘But I was just their toy,’ it aimed the gun at the hostage’s head once again. It clenched its teeth angrily, the air passing between its teeth emitting a whistle, ‘something to throw away when you’re done with it.’

‘I know you and Chihiro are very close,’ Oikawa said, reducing the space between them. ‘You think she betrayed you but she’s done nothing wrong.’

↑ 96% probability of success.

‘She lied to me! I thought she loved me,’ it explained with glazed eyes and a blue LED. ‘But I was wrong,’ it took a deep inhale, pushing the pistol even further into the hostage’s temple, ‘she’s just like all the other humans.’

‘Makoto, no,’ the girl cried out, thrashing.

‘Listen, it’s not your fault,’ Oikawa decided to create a facade of sympathy, ‘these emotions you’re feeling are just errors in your software.’

‘No, it’s not my fault,’ the android quivered with desolation, ‘I never wanted this... I loved them, you know,’ it said with a trembling voice. ‘But I was nothing to them, just a slave to be ordered around.’

The android loudly cried out in frustration and agony, ‘I can’t stand that noise anymore!’ it looked at the helicopter. ‘Tell them to get out of here!’ 

Oikawa raised his hand, gesturing the helicopter to leave. ‘There,’ Oikawa said as it flew away, ‘I did what you wanted.’

↑ 99% probability of success.

‘You have to trust me, Makoto,’ Oikawa continued to approach the android, ‘let the hostage go and I promise you everything will be fine.’

‘Tell everyone to leave!’ it ordered, ‘and... and I want a car,’ it shakily said, ‘when I’m outside the city, I’ll let her go.’

‘That’s impossible Makoto,’  Oikawa stopped, finally close enough to the android and hostage. ‘Let the girl go and I promise you won’t be hurt.’

‘I don’t want to die,’ its condition began to stabilise.

‘You’re not going to die,’ Oikawa raised his hands in its direction, ‘we’re just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you, you have my word,’ he reassured in a calm manner.

↑ 100% probability of success.

‘Okay...’ the android nodded at Oikawa determinedly, ‘I trust you,’ it declared, releasing its grip on the hostage. As soon as the girl’s feet made contact with the ground, she quickly crawled away from the android. 

Oikawa proceeded slowly nod once; a signal prompting the sniper on the opposing to pull the trigger.

Thick blue blood violently splashed out of the android’s waist, shredded wires and obliterated biocomponents emerging at a high velocity. Another shot was fired at the android’s shoulder, sending large chunks of metal into the pool. The final bullet pierced its skull and exited from the angle of its jaw, its LED returning to red in response. 

The sight caused the girl to scream at an intensity that almost broke her vocal chords.

The android collapsed on its knees, its body fully drenched in blue. Large pieces of its synthetic skin had been ripped away, revealing the metal underneath.

Mission completed

‘You lied to me, Oikawa,’ it muttered in disbelief and sorrow, the tears along its waterline spilling instantly. Although Oikawa merely looked at it apathetically, the breeze blowing against him was suddenly icy.

↑ Software instability

‘You lied to me...’ it repeated, its voice turning robotic with each word as it shut down. 

SAT officers immediately rushed onto the balcony, the girl’s nostrils blocked with every sob. Oikawa headed back inside, Tsukishima eyeing him sceptically.