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[frenchibi]

can’t control the weather

Secret Santa gift for @shoujomomo​ for the @haikyuuwriters​ exchange!

Ship: IwaOi Prompts: Single Dad AU, Fantasy Words: 1,7k [ao3 link]

Full fic under the cut! Please reblog if you enjoyed :D

“Daaaaa-ad!”

Tooru spins around, nearly knocking over the ceramic pot on the edge of the windowsill in his haste to put out whatever fire his daughter is yelling about - figuratively or literally (but he prefers not to think about that).

“Honey?”

“Dad, make it stop-” Hime’s standing in the doorway, holding both arms over her head - to protect herself from the downpour from a miniature rain cloud that seems to have materialized above her.

Tooru blinks, and then he rushes forward, dropping the cloth he’s holding so he can reach for her shoulders.

“Aw, pumpkin, you’re getting the floor all wet! How did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” she says, voice high and irritated, “it just started, and I can’t make it stop-”

Tooru eyes the cloud, then turns to reach for one of the crystals lying in the fireplace.

“Here. Hold this, and concentrate on it. Like we practiced.”

She nods, sniffling a little, and takes the glowing orange stone from his hands. As soon as it makes contact, her skin seems to absorb the glow, passing it along to her eyes and her hair, which turns from damp black locks to a soft auburn color.

Slowly, the rain cloud above her head curls in on itself and disappears, leaving nothing but a trail of puddles behind on the freshly mopped floors.

Tooru nods in encouragement as she opens her eyes, and is relieved to see a delighted smile spread across her cheeks.

“It worked!”

“Yes it did. Good job.” He straightens up and sighs. “...and now I have to mop again.”

He glances at the clock, and barely avoids a shudder - how is it already so late? Iwa-chan’s gonna be here in ten minutes, and he’s nowhere near done with the dishes and he hasn’t set the table yet and-

“...Daddy?”

His eyes widen at the sound of Hime’s terrified voice, and he’s just in time to snatch the crystal out of her hands before it bursts into flames.

She steps back with a gasp, and her (now red) hair seems singed at the tips even though there was no fire. The smell of something burning becomes extremely prevalent in a matter of seconds, and Tooru gives up on the dishes in favor of crouching down in front of his daughter and taking both her hands in his own. He needs to calm her down, first.

“Hey. Deep breaths, alright? You’re okay.”

Hime nods shakily, fingers curling around Tooru’s. She’s had to learn to be brave, but she’s still only six years old, and Tooru knows her own powers terrify her at times.

“...you know the fire won’t hurt you, pumpkin. You’ll learn to use it, and to make it your friend.”

Hime swallows thickly, and Tooru knows she’s fighting tears - as she’s always prone to do when she’s frightened.

“...it’s okay,” he assures her. “Really.”

She bites her lip, but nods again. He can tell that her heartbeat must be slowing, because her eyes have gone back to their normal shape and her hair is slowly fading back to a brown that resembles his own curls.

Never date shifters, his sister had said. They might seem alluring but they’re not worth the trouble.

He shakes the thought away - it’s way too late now, and he wouldn’t trade Hime for the world, even though his relationship didn’t work out, and he’s not powerful enough to train his daughter himself or save her from the general calamity that her raw magic power causes. But he knows how to help, and he loves her with all his heart.

That should be enough, shouldn’t it?

Tooru straightens up, but not without a little shudder - his old friend is going to arrive any minute and the apartment is a complete mess. Fantastic. What will he think-

He shuts down his panic by force, because there’s no use overthinking. He’ll see what happens in the next couple minutes, whether he stresses about it or not.

Never mind the fact that he’s about to see his best friend for the first time in four years.

Never mind the fact that he still gets butterflies whenever he thinks about him - even after all this time. Even after a very happy relationship. Even after trying so, so hard to forget.

Tooru exhales, and then he claps his hands together.

“Right. Okay. Hime, love, could you help me mop this up?”

She nods, and lets him lead her over to where he dropped the cloth from earlier.

“...it’s most fun,” Tooru says, “if you push the cloth over the floor as you go. Like this, see?”

Hime giggles when he leans over theatrically and pushes towards the first small puddle, the cloth splayed out between his hands in front of him.

“I wanna try, I wanna try!”

Tooru laughs, straightening up again. “Alright, here you go! Make sure to get all of the water, okay?”

“Okay,” Hime says, dragging out the word, her mind already set on the new task.

He watches her go with a smile playing on his lips - before he snaps himself out of it and turns back to the pile of dishes. Well. Not much time left. Now all he needs is a fresh cloth, and-

The doorbell rings. Because of course it does.

“Shit,” Tooru curses under his breath. So much for that.

Dodging the couch as he darts over to the door, he calls out: “Be right there!”

He catches himself before slamming into it, and stops to take a breath for barely more than two seconds before he opens the door-

And there he stands.

His eyes find Tooru, and he breaks into a smile brighter than the sun. Tooru could fucking die.

“Hey,” he says, sounding just as breathless as Tooru feels.

“Hi,” Tooru says back, and he knows he must be grinning as well. “I’m so glad you made it.”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes at that, and Tooru feels his stomach jolt. Jesus.

“Of course I did. It’s been way too long.” And then, after a moment’s hesitation: “...come here.”

Tooru wants to make a case for stepping inside, but before he can protest, there’s a pair of very (very) toned arms wrapping him into a hug and he kind of forgets how to breathe.

It’s almost funny, in a bitter sort of way, how completely and utterly gone Tooru still is. It must be true what they say - you never forget your first love.

“...don’t break me in half,” he mumbles, at which Iwaizumi lets out a single barking laugh.

“Like you’re so delicate.”

They break apart, and his smile seems even wider than before.

“...aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

Tooru nods before he can overthink it (he can hear Hime darting around behind him) and opens the door wider to let him inside.

Which, on second thought, is risky as hell. Iwaizumi hasn’t seen Hime since she was a baby. He doesn’t exactly know about the nature of her powers - or that she has any at all, really.

Probably should have thought that through before inviting him.

Well.

“Just- you can leave your shoes on,” Tooru tells him, eyes already zeroing in on the puddles that are definitely still there, all the way down the hall.

“Hime…? Our guest is here, how about you come and say hello…?”

Hime pops her head around the corner, wide-eyed and, curiously, green-haired.

“Oh!”

She darts out into the hall, not without slipping a little on the water, and Tooru sees that she seems to be hiding the cloth less-than-efficiently behind her back. It’s… also green.

Iwaizumi turns, having just taken off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack, and his eyes widen as well.

“Hime-chan, is that you?”

She cocks her head to one side - of course she doesn’t really recognize him, it’s probably been too long-

“...Iwa….chan?” she asks, and Tooru almost chokes on his own tongue.

Iwaizumi laughs. “Good enough,” he says, stepping closer. “It’s been a long time - you’ve grown so big!”

And green.

Tooru hopes he won’t mention it. Maybe it’ll just stay that way, and he’ll be spared having to explain.

...who is he kidding, that’s extremely unlikely.

“Right,” he says, trying to move things along, “if you’ll just step through here - no, careful, uhm… we’ve had a bit of a… plumbing problem I’m afraid, so if you could just-”

He guides Iwaizumi to the living room, darting forward to pick up yet another (very green) cloth from the floor - he must have missed that one earlier.

“...sorry about the mess, uhm. We’ve been swamped.”

(Speaking of. Something’s not right. It smells distinctly… moist. Green. Almost like-)

Hime is tugging at his shirt, and she looks kind of worried.

“Actually, just - make yourself comfortable, and excuse me for a minute.”

He’s out of the room in three strides, Hime hot on his heels.

“What happened?” he asks, trying to keep his voice low.

“I don’t know,” Hime says, sounding just as panicked as he feels. “I was in the bathroom, and the plant looked thirsty so I gave it some water, and-”

Oh no.

Gingerly, Tooru steps up to the bathroom door - there’s liquid oozing out from underneath it, but it’s too thick to be water.

Actually, not too thick to be swamp water.

Oh boy.

He doesn’t want to open the door, but he knows he has to - better now than later. He reaches for the handle, bracing himself, and-

As soon as he has the door open a crack, it’s forced open the rest of the way and Tooru is pushed back by something large and very green . He’s all but buried in a cascade of leaves and vines, and he feels his clothes getting soaked up to the knee in what must be a mixture of water and dirt.

Hime squeals in surprise, and her entire body lifts two feet into the air, propelling her out of harm’s way.

There are hurried footsteps, and then the door to the living room opens - and Iwaizumi’s words seem to die in his throat.

“What’s going ...on…?” he trails off, eyes widening as he takes in the disaster unfolding before him.

Tooru scrambles to his feet, kicking himself free of what was formerly a pleasant little pot plant and has now expanded into a full-blown swamp all over his bathroom floor (and most of the hallway).

Iwaizumi looks like he’s not sure where to keep his eyes - but when they catch on Tooru’s floating daughter, they linger.

“...so. A plumbing problem, huh…?”

Thank you for reading!! Special thanks to @hajiiwa for proofreading and keeping me sane - and a very merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone! :D

[sound-of-inspiration]

Christmas Surprises

Merry Christmas, @frenchibi​!!! @haikyuuwriters and I was so excited to see, that I got you! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

I wish you a happy Merry Christmas and wonderful Holidays! o(=^w^=)o

AO3

‘…I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know.

Make my wish come true. Baby, all I want for Christmas is You…’

Humming along to the radio station currently playing Christmas songs non-stop and swinging his hips to the music, Oikawa poured the rest of the milk into the bowl, already full of other ingredients.

His most favourite holiday of the year was just around the corner and with him now on Christmas break, he could finally get to the baking he hadn’t had time for during the past few weeks. With exams and studying having taken up most of his time.

But it was the 24th of December currently, the sun was already setting and the apartment was bathed in Christmas decoration, that Tooru had put up as soon as it had hit the 1st of December. Much to the dismay of his roommate and childhood friend, Iwaizumi Hajime.

Who was currently standing in the doorway with an amused smile playing around his lips as he watched his adorkable boyfriend getting lost in the music. He set his backpack down with a quiet thud, careful to not draw any attention to himself.

Tooru didn’t even notice a thing, which made Hajime smile in satisfaction as he stepped closer to the humming setter with loudless steps. Only for him to sneak his cool fingers under the hem of Tooru’s shirt and let their tips ghost of his boyfriend’s soft, warm skin.

“Hah!” The sudden coldness visibly made Tooru flinch, a startled gasp escaping his mouth and his body whipping around halfway to come face to face with hazel coloured eyes, shimmering with amusement. “Iwa-chan?!”

Hajime raised an eyebrow at the glare, that he received in return. “Well, hello to you too, sunshine. Thought you’d be happy to see, that I’m home earlier than expected.”

“Maybe I would-Hah.” Tooru swatted at his boyfriends hands, that were trying to wander further up his shirt. “Maybe I would be, if you’d greet me a little bit sweeter and not shove your ice cold fingers up my shirt. Ah!” He jumped a little bit, when Hajime shortly dipped the cool digits under the hem of his sweatpants for then to settle them on his hips. “Meanie!”

The wing spiker couldn’t help but chuckle at the pout, that settled onto Tooru’s lips, which only made it deepen. “Alright, alright. Come here, you big baby.” Hajime muttered in a gentle tone and toned out Tooru’s mumbled “‘M not a baby.” by leaning forward and connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

Tooru hummed appreciatively into the sweet gesture letting go of the spatula he was holding, for it to dip back into the bowl of batter, so he could turn around properly and wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, who didn’t lose a moment of their time and pulled Tooru closer towards his body.

Again and again they pressed their lips together for sweet little kisses, that caused both of them to have content, small smiles visible on their face, Hajime even going so far to sway their bodies lightly to a rather slow Christmas song playing in the background. Meanwhile Tooru brought one of his hands down from Hajime’s neck to play with one of the strings of the wing spiker’s hoodie, twirling it around his finger.

“So, since you’re home already.” He started in a quiet voice, enjoying the feeling of Hajime nuzzling his nose against his cheek. “Wanna help me make these cookies and then we can make ourselves a cozy evening?”

Hajime chuckled in response and turned his head to press a light kiss against Tooru’s rosy cheek. “As long as I can be your taste taster.” Which caused Tooru to laugh and swat Hajime’s chest playfully.

“Silly Iwa-chan. You know you always are!”

Said and done, it was not long after that Hajime was preparing two rather large cups of hot chocolate for himself and Tooru, who was making sure that the cookies were baking properly. He shook his head with a fond smile, watching how his boyfriend was crouching in front of the oven and probably would stay there until the bell went off, if Hajime wouldn’t interfere.

“C’mon, Tooru. The cookies can bake without you too.” He nodded in the direction of their living room. “Isn’t your favourite episode of the X-Files coming on today? You don’t wanna watch it?”

This seemed to do the trick as Hajime couldn’t have pulled the cups in his hands back faster, because without any warning Tooru had shot up into a standing position and rushed past him mumbling something about how he could have forgotten.

Shaking his head once again with a silent laugh, the wing spiker followed his excited boyfriend and followed said boy’s invitation to sit onto the couch beside him. TV already turned on and on the right programme.

The moment Hajime sat down the cups and leaned back, a familiar weight settled against him and he moved his arm to wrap it around Tooru’s waist, who was cuddling up against him after taking a large sip of the hot chocolate.

Hajime didn’t really pay any mind to the show playing on screen, because he had seen this episode more than 10 times and counting already. Rather he was busy peppering Tooru with sweet little gestures, like playing with his hair, rubbing soothing circles in the small of his back and placing kisses onto the top of his head, temple or forehead here and there.

It was only when the alarm for the cookies went off that he got up and pulled them out of the oven, having offered to do this so Tooru could enjoy the rest of the episode. But he also used the opportunity of his boyfriend being busy to quickly dive into their bedroom and retrieve something from the nightstand on his side of the bed.

Acting like nothing had happened, he settled back down and was immediately used as a pillow again by Tooru, whose eyes were glued to the television screen. Talk about dedication. Hajime thought to himself with an amused smile playing around his lips.

“Say.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t you know every last bit of the dialogue by heart already?”

“So?” Tooru’s eyes briefly flickered up toward his, before they were back to facing up front.

“Just saying.” Hajime shrugged it off and leaned back into the couch taking sips from his hot chocolate here and there, while letting his free hand card through Tooru’s soft locks.

He must have fallen into a light slumber, because the next thing he felt was a finger poking his cheek and the sweet sound of his name whispered into his ear by Tooru’s voice.

“Hajime. Wake up, sleepyhead.”

“Hm…”

“It’s time for presents and the cookies have finally cooled down.”

Slowly Hajime brought himself to open one eye first and then the other, all the while blinking them back into focus as he sat up and let his back crack back into place. Stretching his arms out over his head, he smiled at the eagerness present in Tooru’s eyes.

For the setter exchanging christmas presents had always been the most exciting part of the holiday. Because he not only got to shower the ones he loved in presents, but also would get something in return.

“Alright. I’m up.” He reached over for one of the cookies, which Tooru had put on a plate and brought to their living room table, and took a bite of it. Sugary sweetness immediately filled his mouth and he felt like he was in heaven. He had always loved Mama Oikawa’s cookies, but even more now so that her son made them for him every Christmas.

“…”

“Hm?” Hajime looked up from where he was taking his sweet time with the baked goods, while Tooru was practically bouncing in his spot. Which got the wing spiker to chuckle. “Okay, okay. Ready for the exchange. You want to go-”

“I’ll go first!” Tooru excitedly exclaimed and before Hajime could even register anything a box  had been shoved into his empty hands.

Hajime didn’t even try to say anything against it, just smiled to himself as he reached for the top part of the box to see what was inside. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he had placed it aside.

He carefully reached inside the box and grabbed the soft material under his fingers to bring it into the light. A scarf in a deep red and a pair of gloves pooled into his lap, while he gently touched the material. They didn’t look store bought to him, because there were a few loose threads sticking out from them.

“Tooru.”

“There…There’s one more thing inside.” Tooru sounded unsure, but didn’t take his eyes off of Hajime as the latter reached into the box once more and slowly pulled out what turned out to be a pullover. Looking just as self made as the other two items. “…Do you like them?”

Hajime glanced up from the clothing item to find Tooru nervously playing with his fingers and biting down onto his bottom lip. Signs of him showing that he was insecure about Hajime’s reaction, or rather non-existent reaction, to his present.

He didn’t answer him immediately, which caused the setter to lower his gaze in defeat. But when two hands reached up to gently frame his jaw, thumbs hooking up behind his ears, and pulled him into a loving, breathtaking kiss from his boyfriend, his shoulders relaxed and he let the air he didn’t know he had held escape his lungs through his nose.

When they parted, Tooru had to bite his bottom lip again, but this time to try to hide the width of his smile while he listened to Hajime’s words. “I love them, Tooru. Did you make them yourself?”

“Mh, yeah. But my mom helped me. She was all excited when I told her, that I wanted to knit you something for Christmas.”

“I can imagine.” Hajime chuckled and kissed the tip of Tooru’s nose, before he reached for the back pocket of his pants and pulled out a white envelope that he held out between the both of them. “Now for my present.”

Before Tooru could snatch it away though he pulled it back briefly to state. “And don’t worry. I already told our parents, that we won’t make it for New Years.”

Then he laid the envelope in his boyfriend’s hands and felt his heart swell at the adorable, confused look on Tooru’s face. “You’ll see.”

His eyebrows drawn together in confusion Tooru worked his fingers to open the flip and Hajime made sure to watch his reaction as he pulled out two tickets and a small letter. The further down his eyes moved on the paper the bigger they seemed to get.

When he had first thought about the present he had expected a massive reaction from his boyfriend, but didn’t quite think of how Tooru would literally jump onto him and knock him back against the couch while his face was showered in kisses. Every kiss of their lips meeting lasting just a tad bit longer than the last.

Hajime loved the smile that Tooru wore when he finally propped himself up onto his hands and stared down at him with eyes full of love and adoration. He reached up to cup his boyfriend’s cheek and gently stroked the flushed skin. “I take it, you like the surprise?”

“Like?” Tooru asked in a breathless voice. “Hajime, I love it! You’re seriously going to take me to London? For two weeks? When did you plan all of this? Since when?”

“Since when?” Hajime tapped his chin in thought. “Probably ever since you’ve been going crazy over English, especially British, literature.”

It was true, that with Tooru taking up English Studies as a side major at university, that he had gotten interested in a lot of english books. He had especially fallen for a lot of authors from Great Britain. Often telling Hajime how he would love to visit London just once in his life.

And Hajime had seen his chance for a surprise.

“I can’t believe you.” He felt Tooru’s hands dragging through his hair and turned his head just in time to receive another lingering kiss. “You really are the best, Hajime. I can’t wait for us to go.”

“I can tell.” Hajime laughed in response as he watched his boyfriend’s legs being kicked behind him in a happy way. He reached up to grab said boy’s attention, who had already started to ramble about what they all could do in London and which souvenirs they should bring back, and shut him up with a quick, sweet kiss. Earning himself a dust of blush on Tooru’s cheeks.

“Merry Christmas, Tooru.”

“Merry Christmas, Hajime.”

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Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Sawamura Daichi Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Sawamura Daichi, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Family, Adopted Children, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Hajime takes a few bites of his dinner. “My mom called.”

Daichi winces. “That sounds shitty.”

“Not even the half of it.” Hajime takes a sip of water. “Daichi…” Hajime pauses, and Daichi can see him choosing his words. “How do you feel about kids?”

Happy very late holidays to @stirlingphoenix, who already knows what she’s getting bc she saw the email before I even managed to make this post, haha. I had a great time writing this for you, so I hope you enjoy reading it! And thank you so much for being patient with me and how long this took me.

Special shout-out to @threespaced and @carriecmoney for hand-holding and dogshaming respectively.

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