#iwazumi haijime

[cottonlemonade]

I Missed You

word count: 1350 || avg. reading time: 6 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Iwaizumi x chubby!Reader

genre: soft smut

warnings: spoilers, mdni, nsfw, a bit of swearing

synopsis: your husband was away for a couple of days and barely makes it through the door

The rain and wind pushed against the window of your bedroom that overlooked the city.

It was almost midnight and your husband, who had been overseeing a training camp for the national team the past couple of days, had messaged you earlier that he was on his way back. You sighed as you turned over in bed and gazed longingly at the empty space next to you. Anticipation formed a knot in your stomach and left you restless.

You decided to settle in the living room to wait for him.

For a while you just stood by the window, looking through the curtains of rain outside, trying to make out any kind of figure possibly entering the building, but all you could see were swimming lights in the distance.

You didn't know how long you stared absentmindedly into the night when you heard keys clinking quietly and the click of the front door lock. Excitement bubbling in your chest, you made your way to the corridor to see Hajime drenched from head to foot, standing in the barely illuminated entryway trying his hardest to be quiet as he set down his training bag and a bouquet of flowers that looked rather worse for the wear due to the storm. He shook off his jacket and turned when he heard your steps.

“Shit, I didn't wake ya, did I?“, he said wearily.

“No no, I waited up. I missed you.”

His look softened. “I missed you too, gorgeous.”

You walked up to him and he pulled you into a hug, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and breathing you in while gently swaying from side to side. When he straightened, arms still wrapped around you, you stood on tiptoes to give him a long overdue kiss. Even though it had barely been more than a week you had missed the feeling of his lips and the roaming of his hands, as he pulled you closer once more, one arm firmly around your plump waist, the other gently cradling the back of your head.

He gave a satisfied hum as you deepened the kiss. You both were dead tired from the day but too starved for each other's touches to think much about small talk. Hajime backed you against the wall of your home’s narrow corridor, letting his lips stray from yours down your neck. Almost as if on accident one of his legs made its way between yours, pushing your nightgown up enough to expose your plush thighs. With one hand now on your ass, the other holding your chin, he pushed a little harder against your core, making you gasp and grab at his wet hair.

“I missed you.” he repeated in a whisper against your neck, giving you a playful bite.

He kissed your lips again, using both hands to lift you up with a hungry groan, wrapping your legs around his waist. Like many times before he carried you like this to your bedroom.

Looking deeply into your eyes he carefully laid you down on the rustling sheets, watching as you crawled further up to the headpiece. Hajime bit his lips at the glimpse of your bare thighs and just the thought of being able to mark them again.

He took off his shirt and smirked when you pulled him to you by the belt loops of his jeans.

The rain had now resorted to a lazy tapping at the window and your husband stopped for a second to admire your face in the dim light of the bedside lamp, before kissing you again. However, you had other plans and he grinned at the familiar, much adored twinkle in your eyes.

“Let me take care of you, baby. You must be exhausted.”

He rolled over onto his back and sighed gratefully as you kissed your way down, over his jaw, his neck and his sweet spot at his chest that had him groaning again.

Finally, after taking a painfully long time, you started to unbuckle his belt and undid his zipper. With no insignificant amount of difficulties you managed to peel the drenched jeans off him, almost falling from the bed in the process, making you both laugh. He missed you so goddamn much. To get back in the mood you ran your fingers along his happy trail.

You looked up at him, finding it adorable how he still had to swallow at your suggestive touches and how his chest betrayed his shallow breathing. Taking your sweet sweet time you got comfortable between his legs, your fingers now softly grazing the fabric of his boxers, delighted at the feeling of him against your palm.

He shifted a little, a sure sign that it got more and more difficult for him to not just flip you over. You gave him your best innocent smile as you weighed his warm, hard cock in your hands.

With a light flop the boxers landed on the floor next to the bed.

Making sure his eyes were completely focused on you, you lazily dragged the tip of your tongue over his entire length.

He grabbed a fistful of sheets, inhaling sharply. You smiled again as you let your tongue swirl over his tip and he closed his eyes in pleasure, actually letting out a small whimper when you pressed your soft lips against him.

“Is everything okay, honey?”, you asked in a sinfully sweet voice, “Am I doing something wrong?”

“You really are the devil, aren't ya?”, his voice sounded raspier than usual.

“I don't know, am I?”, you took him halfway into your mouth, pressing your tongue against him, sucking luxuriously.

“Fuck, gorgeous. You’re doing so well.”, he sighed quietly, lovingly stroking your hair.

You chuckled around him, sending those divine vibrations through his body and his other hand pulled the sheet harder.

With hollowed cheeks you took him as deep as you could, making sure to swallow around him, once, twice.

Before regaining his composure, he let out a few deep moans, trying so hard not to push your head down further. For a minute or two all he did was admire you, using every last ounce of self control to not cum immediately when your tongue played with the vein at the base of his cock. Your cute look every time you tried to take him deeper and your perfect mouth tightly around him sent him to heaven and hell all at once.

“That's enough.”, he said, attempting to steady his voice and untangle his thoughts.

You moved up to be on his eye level, looking down at him with freshly plumped lips.

He rolled you over, pushing up your nightgown and raised an appreciative brow at the black lace panties underneath. They were his favorite. Hajime slid his hand between your legs, rubbing circles on your clothed clit and savoring the feeling of your wetness soaking the fabric and his fingertips.

Not long after, your panties joined his boxers on the floor and he kissed your neck again, pulling down the thin little straps of your nightgown to take your nipples into his mouth. Kissing and sucking softly, while making sure one hand was still teasing between your legs and the other massaged your breasts.

Your moans were music to his ears and he increased the pressure on you sweet little pussy to draw more exquisite sounds from you.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”, he muttered, kissing your soft tummy.

“I need you inside me…”

After a look of him you hastily added, “Please.”

Your husband smiled against your skin and a few moments later pushed into you. He would fuck you later. Right now he needed to take you slow and deep - needed to feel you clenching around him. His hot breath pressing against your neck, he entwined his finger with yours, while planting butterfly kisses on your collarbone and shoulder, cheek and lips.

It did not take long to push you both over the edge and you felt spurts of cum filling you up.

He rolled you over again, still inside you, so your head could lay on his chest and hugged you close. After a few blissful moments you drew random patterns on his skin, listening to the rain and his steady heartbeat.

“I missed you.”

[eggyrocks]

THE MANEATER CHAPTER ONE: club classics

masterlist

divider credits to roseraris

For fifteen minutes every night, she gets to take off her headphones, sneak out the staff-only exit, and smoke a cigarette on a cracked-up old milk crate. And even though she can still hear her pre-determined, carefully crafted playlist taking over for her pulsing through the brick walls, it's the only moment of quiet she has all night.

So it makes sense that new bouncer showed up to ruin it.

She groans at the sight of him, dramatically, exaggerated. She rolls her head back and kicking her feet. "Oh my god," she whines, "why are you here? Go somewhere else."

He doesn't validate this little outburst of hers. He just leans against the brick wall opposite to her, and blocks the breeze from blowing out his lighter with a cupped hand until the end of his cigarette is cherry red. She watches him with a lip furled in distaste as he straightens out. "Easiest place to get away from a bunch of drunk people for fifteen minutes, so you're just gonna have to put up with me," he tells her, smoke billowing from his mouth as he speaks.

"Well, you're fucked because there's a bachelorette party in there that keeps buying my green tea shots," she says, voice laced with faux sympathy. "So I'm trashed."

He scoffs. Iwaizumi. That's his name. She recalls it in the instance he flicks off ash with the tip of his thumb. She thinks he's pretty, and immediately after that she thinks she'd rather cut off her own tongue than admit that. "You're a fucking peach, you know that right?"

"Truly one of the sweetest out there. So are you going to apologize to me now?"

Iwaizumi flinches. "Apologize for what? Doing my job?"

She gives him a forced smile. "Well if you were doing your job, you'd probably know better than to stop and interrogate one of your new coworkers."

"Okay," Iwaizumi concedes, giving a forceful nod of his head. "You're right. I'm sorry I didn't realize that you're an egomaniac who thinks everyone should know who she is because she hits shuffle on Spotify for a living."

"Oh so that's your bit?" she bites back. "That's like your thing? You think you're better and cooler than everyone around you because you think things like club music are beneath you? Because what? You listen to like Kings of Leon or something?"

Iwaizumi scoffs. "I'm a big Kendrick Lamar fan, actually."

She rolls her eyes, and puts her cigarette out on the pavement beneath her. Her fifteen-minute smoke break has been ruined. "Predictable," she grumbles, standing to her feet. "I gotta get back to my job before Spotify decides to put Smart Shuffle on. I hope a drunk person pukes on you."

extras!

noya is also a bartender at the maneater! there are others who might pop up from time to time

sakusa established a rotating schedule on who's job it is to go do a coffee run since none of them ever wanted to go and get coffee on sunday mornings

yn does not always drink during her sets but sometimes when club goers buy her drinks she indulges

if kiyoko makes them she waters them down

yn drew iwa on the back of her receipt from the coffee shop

iwa was just like "wait who's akaashi"

their hatred for one another was immediate and it's like they've been hating each other their whole lives <3

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[zuhasfavflower]

If the haikyuu characters liked kpop what would be their favs? part 1

They are so obsessed with Twice. They have all their merch and albums(like gimme some pls🥺🥺).

-Hinata Shoyo, Oikawa Toruu, Kageyama Tobio(secretly.Hinata would ask for his merch if he knows),Goshiki Tsutomu❤️,Kanji Koganegawa❤️

Aespa is their ult. Fav song is def black mamba bbysss❤️❤️❤️❤️. They love to listen to their songs when working out.

-Atsumu Miya🤓, Iwazumi Haijime🫶🏻, Shirabu Kenjiro❤️, Osamu Miya😍, Tetsurō Kuroo🤓, Taketora Yamamoto🫶🏻,Bokuto koutaro 🥺, Yaku morisuke⭐️

[skippysartq]

Pronouns: They/Them - Alpha Parents: Miya Osamu and Kita Shinsuke

Pronouns: He/Him - Alpha Parents: Iwazumi Haijime and Oikawa Toru

Pronouns: She/Her - Beta Parents: Suna Rintaro and Komori Motoya

Pronouns: She/Her - Alpha Parents: Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tensou Satori - 2nd child

Pronouns: He/Him [Trans FTM] - Beta Parents: Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi

Pronouns: She/Her - Omega Parents: Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi

Haikyuu LC OC Evolutions Part 1

[scandeniall]

aoba johsai master list

❀ = semi nsfw (can be just mature themes or brief implied sex)

⭒ = nsfw (sexual content)

❂ = heavier topics (mentions of death, implied but never outright struggle w/ mental health (based off me being sad) or in the case of my kuroo street fighter, talking about the dangers of that life!!!)

aoba johsai

Oikawa Tōru

dream big baby

love in argentina

sobbing in cabo

Iwaizumi Haijime

actually im dating iwa

playing games

happy birthday baby

wash day w/ black!reader(head canon)

let me be the one (text message prompt)

cooking w/ him

loving me is a risk❂

seijoh gc but ur dating iwa⭒❀

“you look good” ❀

always forever(rnb hq) ❀

Matsukawa Issei

prove it fem!reader  ❀

series

mirrors for friends (band!au)- TBD x fem!reader (ft. Kuroo, Atsumu, Iwazumi)

Various

singing disney songs(aoba johsai, nekoma, inarizaki)

characters as megan thee stallion lyrics

what color LED lights I’d give the boys(suna, atsumu, kuroo, sakusa, iwaizumi) ⭒

“can u wrap me like a burrito” (iwa, atsumu, bokuto, suna, sakusa)

posting you on social media(bokuto, atsumu, mattsun, osamu, sakusa, Suna, Iwaizumi, kuroo, oikawa)

[klutzykozume]

mattsun

featuring: matsukawa issei, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru, hanamaki takahiro

warnings: mild language

length: ~500 words

how matsukawa got his nickname

playlist

“alright, that’s enough! good job today. especially you first years.” coach irihata says to the group of teens in front of him.

all but two of the boys make their way to the locker room to get changed and leave.

“you did great today,” hanamaki turns to matsukawa. 

matsukwa pulls a clean shirt back on and turns to hanamaki, “thank you. you too…” he trails off.

“it’s hanamaki,” the aforementioned grins at matsukawa

“matsukawa,” the middle blocker holds his hand out to the wing spiker.

they share a handshake before making their way out of the locker room.

“let’s go shittykawa!” iwaizumi yells to his friend.

matsukawa looks over at makki, before turning his attention to iwaizumi. the middle blocker starts making his way over to iwa, “uh… what’s wrong? what did i do?”

oikawa and iwazumi look over as matsukawa approaches. “he’s talking about me,” the brunette pouts.

“oh, sorry. i thought he was talking- okay.” the middle blocker shakes his head before he starts to walk off.

“wait, what’s your name?” iwa asks.

as matsukawa was introducing himself to the two other boys, hanamaki walks over. they took turns introducing themselves to one another.

“sorry for the confusion, matsukawa. i didn’t realize there was another “kawa” on the team,” iwa apologizes to his teammate.”

“don’t worry too much about it,” matsukawa shrugs, “i’ll know from here in out.”

“we could just give him a nickname. we should all get nicknames,” hanamaki slings an arm around matsukawa.

“makki,” matsukawa looks over to the strawberry blonde.

“i like that,” oikawa looks between the two. makki nods in agreement.

“iwa-chan~” oikawa looks at iwaizumi.

“give it up oikawa. you’re not calling me that,” iwazumi looks between the three.

“iwa?” makki suggests, gaining head nods from the other players.

“mattsun,” oikawa looks at matsukawa. “i kinda like how that sounds.”

matsukawa stays silent for a moment, thinking about the name in his head. “go for it,” he gives his teammates a small smile.

everyone looks to iwa who looks back to the boys in confusion, “what?”

“it’s your turn to give a name to oikawa,” makki looks between oikawa and iwaizumi.

iwaizumi looks between the three. a smirk growing on his lips, “shittykawa seems fitting.”

oikawa looks towards his best friend with an amused look, “absolutely not! just call me oikawa,” he pouts, turning his head away form the group.

“fine then. oikawa, iwa, mattsun, do you guys want to come hang out at my place? i don’t live too far from here,” makki looks between his new friends. the boys decide that they would and set off to makki’s place where they have their first hang out of many.

a/n: something not bokuto related, yay! i’ve written more than i ever thought i would based on my loose list of headcanons i have for everyone. i hope everyone has a great day!

[kkusuka]

alright alright, these are what i think the aftermath of them fucking you really well! HQ!! eddition <3

boys: ushijima, bokuto, iwaizumi, aran, miya twins, tendo, sakusa, and komori

implied smut ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

pt. 2

ushijima wakatoshi ☽

shaking legs ᴥ︎

you knew it wasn’t as hard as he could go, but shit was it still rough

you could stand, barely, but you could

although it was obvious what had happened the night before, one look from Toshi shut that down

but~ that didn’t stop Tendou, oh no it didn’t

“aw, y/n! your legs are shaking pretty bad huh? i could always talk to Wakatoshi-kun for you!”

all that matters is that toshi likes to see the evidence of how good he made you feel

(and in the morning when you can barely stand he gets to hold you and bring you into the shower with him and he’d ruin your legs every night if it meant he could do that every morning)

aaaaannnd you let him massage your legs when it happens

basically toshi thrives off of touching you

bc he isn’t the best with words so he has to find a better way to let you know he loves you

omg, he is so precious 🥺

bokuto kotaro 

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕪𝕤 ♡︎

if bokuto had it his way, he would never have to leave your thighs

he just goes and goes until you’ve bagged him to fuck you

to which he happily abides

but that doesn’t take away the spots of purple and red adorning you inner AND outer thighs

and they are soooo hard to cover, especially when you want to wear shorts

it’s like a nightmare

the shorts have to cover at LEAST until your mid thigh point, unless you want to look like you were beat up :/

you were never going to tell him though, no way he was too good for you to ask him to stop

iwaizumi hajime

𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚜 ♕

daddy iwa-chan hits it from the back more often then not

and we’ve all seen how strong he is too

in the middle of blowing your back out he’ll grab your hair in one hand and start to spank you with the other

and he won’t stop smacking until your cheeks are red, then he’ll rub them a bit, attempting to soothe your already bruising ass

this doesn’t even include the finger marks of when he groped your ass during you quick make out session

(he slapped your ass during that too. multiple times too)

his is an aftercare king tho

he’ll rub some soothing cream on your cheeks and give them and your upper thighs a little massage/rub thing

but nothing could completely get rid of the pain :/

you WILL not be sitting comfortably for the next few days

it’s the Iwa guarantee ;)

atsumu miya

🇷 🇦 ���  🇹 🇭 🇷 🇴 🇦 🇹  𖣔

(raw throat)

two reasons

anytime you try to give him a blowjob

it any time you have his dick in your mouth somehow

he fuck your throat like he’ll never experience it ever again, like a man possessed

AND he doesn’t stop fucking you until your screaming for him

sadistic fuck :|

if you couldn’t guess, all of your neighbors hate you two but are too embarrassed to say anything to your face

needless to say, you gargle salt water after every round to try and save your voice

it literally never works, like ever

and what makes it even worse is taht the next morning tsumu would ask you questions knowing you couldn’t answer

“babe, do you want eggs?.....babe?.....ohhhh right, guess you’ve gotta write everything down for now huh?

osamu miya

🅑🅡🅤🅘🅢🅔🅓 🅢🅒🅐🅛🅟

he will pull and pull your hair

even if you cut it super super short, he’ll just grab your head

he literally uses you as leverage to fuck you harder

he has a method to making sure you feel good too!

when he’s pulling out he’s only lightly pulling your hair

buuuuuuuut

when he’s slamming back in he’ll yank your hair so your body crashes into his

as you could imagine it hurts your head

it’s happened so often that when the team hears you talking about a headache they already know what went on

you’ve had to ice your head because he pulled so hard

he does make it seem worth it when he makes you onigiri and god you a head massager (like the ones cats use)

you both have a joke now, that you purr when he massages you

he always makes it better <3

sakusa kiyoomi

i͜͡m͜͡m͜͡o͜͡b͜͡i͜͡l͜͡i͜͡t͜͡y͜͡

he makes sure you can’t move

it’s like a game to him

we all know omi is into some freaky shit, and if you didn’t know now you do now

in your apartment he has a gym, so he built in a hook that he said was for a punching bag

but really? he ties you up by your wrists which after some times make you unable to move your arms

then if hs not up to fuck, he had a machine that will do if for him!

but when he does fuck you, he can go and go and go and go

either of these leave your lower half completely immobile for the next few hours

by the time he takes your arms down your convinced that they’ll never get a blood flow again

but Omi isn’t a monster and he is the true BDSM aftercare king

he’ll wash you in a bubble bath and you guys will cuddle in the tub until he decides to carry to to bed

wake up cuddles are mandatory after hard-core scenes

and he’ll let no one know that he could die happy cuddling with you

can you tell i love omi more than life?

tendou satori

𝔯𝔞𝔴 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 (ʳᵃʷ ʷʳⁱˢᵗˢ)

we know satori’s bondage kink goes far beyond the wrists

but sometimes it a lot to get all the rope and leather

by if you are having sex, your wrists are tied one way or another

mostly with a rope, hence them being rubbed raw

he’ll tie them to the bed frame and make you whither under him for hours

and when your convulsing on his cock you aren’t thinking about how you’re trying to free your wrists for their restraints

but when you’re done and he unties them all red and burning, it’s all you can think about

at first neither did you really knew what to do

but as time went on you two made a little post sex routine!

tori goes to get your skin cream while you rearrange the bed and get ready for cuddles and movies!

you learn in a very weird way that cream does not fix the bruises that come from the rope

it all came to a stop when Ushiwaka asked if tendo had hurt you because of the purple and red blemishes on your wrists

and after satori laughing at you for about ten minutes he explained that it was all ok and Toshi didn’t need though worry about your health.

you don’t think Wakatoshi can look at you the same :|

aran ojiro

𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𑁍

just like osamu, it’s like leverage to fuck you better

he knows just where to press and he does it so much you the end of the night that your neck has finger prints forming

it never helps that when he wants to switch positions he grabs your neck an pulls you by it

as delicious as it feels, this habit has left the both of you in some pretty awkward situations

like the time atsumu exclaimed “damn aran, if i don’t know any better i’d think that you were trying to strangle poor y/n!” in front of the whole cafeteria

or the time suna asked you if aran could hold your neck with one hand while the other was busy “opening your legs” right in front of your english teacher

aran also got into a habit of apologizing for choking you all the time

and all you have to tell him that you could always just wear more turtlenecks ❤︎

komori motoya

𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 ☃︎

to say that komori loves your hips, is a complete understatement

whenever you two are “making loooove~” ,as he refers to it, he has two hands on your hips

he doesn’t look like it, but this man is stroooooong

so when he gets excited, he squeezes your hips extremely hard

this leaves some pretty noticeable hand marks on either side of you

luckily a lot of your clothes cover that general area

but that doesn’t take away any soreness

but that means you can squeeze a full dose massage out of him

which he gladly does, anything for his pretty baby <3

[kurooskorner]

online school shenanigans

— ft. iwaizumi, suna, sakusa, kageyama, kuroo, mattsun, and hinata

warnings: cursing, mentions of the pandemic

➘ iwaizumi haijime

➘ suna rintarou

➘ sakusa kiyoomi

➘ kageyama tobio

➘ kuroo tetsuro

➘ mattsun/matsukawa issei

➘ hinata shoyo

coco's love notes: these ideas just kinda...came to me? i put all my frustrations from online school into meme text posts to make myself feel better 😋‼

[kaaytea]

Getting rid of bugs for you

⤷Includes: Tsukishima, Iwazumi, Tanaka

Warnings: beetles, moths, spiders, Tsukki is a meanie :(, this is kinda crack hcs

A/n: welcome back to me projecting my worst fears into headcanons :')) part two is here!!

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Tsukishima

He's so mean about it bro

Bugs don't bother him toooo much, he just thinks they're nasty

Always finds a way to tease you about needing him to get rid of bugs for you

Anyways

So you are straight vibin~ in the bathroom getting ready for the day, music blasting when suddenly you see something fluttering about behind you in the mirror

It's a moth a BIG, FUZZY, NASTY ASS MOTH

GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGE-

you sLaM the bathroom door shut and zoOM to find your knight in thick prescription glasses 🥰

He just kinda looks at you as you explain how serious the situation is and how you nEED him to help you

Sighs very dramatically and follows you to the bathroom

He's pure evil good luck soldier 😔

"You're being dramatic there's no moth in here."

"What?! Yes it is, it's totally in there, it's fucking huge you can't miss it."

You go in to point out where it is but this snake has the audacity to slip out the door and LOCK YOU IN THE BATHROOM WITH THE ENEMY!!

"TSUKKI PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR, THIS ISNT FUNNY!"

"Huh? Sorry I can't hear you, you know the walls are thick."

"Please Kei....let me out, I feel like I'm gonna cry and throw up at the same time... please"

Dammit now he feels bad

You just sound so small and terrified :(

Regret and guilt is all he feels

He opens the door and you dart out of there, he takes care of the moth ( you definitely weren't kidding that thing was nasty) and then pulls you into a hug and presses a kiss to your forehead

"I'm sorry...I took it too far."

"It's ok, just never do that again."

Iwazumi

Why does he love bugs so much?

Like genuinely concerned for his health

Bugs don't phase him at all, boys a veteran beetle catcher so he knows what he's doing

never ever kills the bugs, he always safely catches them in a cup and sets them free in the garden

You had the kitchen windows open to let some fresh air in while you made some cookies, you weren't paying attention to your surroundings so you completely missed the, very large, rhino beetle bop his way into your kitchen

You went to grab the rubber spatula on the counter behind you when you finally noticed him chilling on yOuR spatula

SCREAMING, CHAOS, FIRE ALARM, TORNADO SIREN, THOES RED FLASHING LIGHTS ALL GOING OFF AT ONCE IN YOUR BRAIN

It was a stare down, just you and this beetle

Yeah screw this you need to bring in the big guns

"Hajime!! Help! Hurry!"

He rAN into the kitchen bc he thought you hurt yourself

Then he saw you sitting on the island counter cowering in fear pointing at the lil beetle guy

He just :)) you're so cute 💖

He goes over and gently picks the beetle up

"Ew ew! Don't pick it up with your hands!!"

"......how else do you expect me to pick it up?"

"NoT wItH yOur hAnDs?! Kill it, get it out, I don't wanna see it anymore."

"I'm not gonna kill a helpless beetle. They're not that bad babe.....I actually think they're kinda cute."

"I'm disowning you."

Tanaka

He's trying his best babes...he really is

Wants to look really brave in front of you but....

He can't handle bugs well

Saeko is a great sister but there have been a few..uh instances

(Am I implying that she has purposely dropped spiders onto Ryuu as kids? Yes, yes I am)

So here you are, sitting in ya bedroom scrolling through your phone

And guess what decided to visit you

Spider

Big spider

VERY BIG SPIDER

BIG SPIDER THAT IS STRAIGHT SPEED CRAWLING ABOVE YOU ON THE CELLING

yeah no

"RYUU! HOLY JESUS, RYUU GET IN HERE!"

"What's wrong?"

"SPiDEr! SPEED SPIDER! BIG SPEED SPIDER!!"

"........"

"I hate it here."

It's fine, he's fine spiders don't bother him at all... Ha ha

Knees pads: CHECK!

Oven mitts: CHECK!

Fly swatter: CHECK!

Bug spray: CHECK!

Long sleeves, pants, and a beanie: CHECK!

it's go time, he may hate spiders but right now his baby is counting on him and he never lets you down >:)

You hide in the living room while he takes care of the demon

You hear these things in order: a loud thud, vIcioUs spraying, then silence

Huh, you honestly didn't expect him to do it

........

Cue loud, high pitched screech and Tanaka flying out of the bed room slamming the door close

"We have to burn the house down now."

"......I'm calling Saeko to come save us."

[honeypirate]

The First Week

Pairing: Iwaizumi Haijime x Fem!Reader college AU, appearances by Isse Maki and Oikawa

Summary : Yaknow when there is that one person who’s schedule is just oddly similar to yours? You see them everywhere basically everyday and you didnt notice them at first but then suddenly you cant stop seeing them? This is like that, except the moment you notice him, hes already noticed you. Meeting Iwa and then the week leading up to him asking reader to be his gf.

Warnings: none I don’t think. Probably ooc Iwa. Iwa calls reader pretty girl. Not great editing.

Word count: 3.6k

MONDAY 

When Iwaizumi sees you he’s sure he’s never known anything as beautiful. 

You’re walking slowly down campus with your backpack over one shoulder, pulled to the front as you dig through its contents with a furrowed brow while you  chewed on your lip. 

You stop in the middle of the sidewalk adjacent to him,  clearly struggling to find whatever it is you need as your sundress blows against your thighs in the heat of the autumn breeze, hair sparkling as it blows behind your shoulders. 

You seem to find what you’re looking for as your expression changes to one of glee but as you forcefully tug your knotted string of headphones from your bag, it pulls out several loose papers as well as a textbook.

He watches with a tiny chuckle at your look of annoyance 

Your eyes flit from your mess to the strange guy standing and watching you. You felt your cheeks heat from his amused gaze and wondered why such a handsome guy would be creepily staring at you from fifty feet away. 

When your eyes met his, he felt electricity enter his body and lock him in place. It was like the world shifted when you noticed him, like it all clicked into place. He watched as embarrassment crept through your features from realizing someone saw your struggle, he didn’t even know your name but he adores the way your every thought could be read with your expression. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, placing one hand on your hip, using one foot to hold the papers so they didn’t fly away with the breeze as you held his eye contact. 

He couldn’t help the little smile that tugged at his lips with your question, the tone in which you asked, calling him out for staring and not backing down. Oh he liked you already. 

His feet feel released from his stupor and he crosses the grass between the sidewalks to get closer to you 

“I’m sorry for staring” he says as he crouches to pick up your textbook and the papers from beneath your foot. 

He stands and hands them out to you, hoping and praying you give him a chance after catching him oddly staring at you “I’m Hajime Iwaizumi” 

You take your things from him and shove them in your bag, zipping it up and then offering him your hand and introducing yourself “y/n l/n” you say with a grin and he knows you’ve already let the weird moment go. He can see in your eyes how open you are and how kind. 

He walks you home, learns about your major and your hobbies, your passion for your interests as you tell him everything you just learned about trees and for the life of him he doesn’t know just exactly what tree you’re talking about but he would do anything to listen to you forever. 

You ask him about his major and actually listen, asking him what he hopes to do once he graduates and how he hopes to achieve his dreams. You tease him when he struggles remembering a word and he rolls his eyes, heart fluttering at your banter. 

And when you get back to your dorm, you beat him to the punch “do you wanna go out with me this saturday?” You ask and he chuckles softly “Ill be at a volleyball game Saturday but I’m free Sunday if that works for you” 

“Fuck” you whisper under your breath and get out your phone “Sunday I have plans with a friend to study” you say as you scroll through your schedule. You don’t know him well enough to cancel any plans for him but you wanted to get to know him so bad you felt anxious to make it work. 

He laughs at the worry in your eyes, silly girl, he’s gonna find a way. 

“Would you.. want to come to the game with me?” He asks and you look up at him, noting the nervousness in his own eyes and you smile and nod “I’d love to” 

He gets your number before he leaves and sends you a text so you have his as well, before he has to hurry off back to campus for the lab he’s already missed half of. 

TUESDAY

His plan was text you good morning after he got home from the gym but when he walked in he saw a very familiar figure in the back row of treadmills. 

He grabbed a towel and let his headphones hang around his neck as he walked to the weights and machines on the opposite wall. Should he say something? 

He runs through his warm up debating whether or not to say something but when he turns to see if you were still there you were nowhere to be found 

“Looking for me?” You asked with a grin from the machine behind him, your hands gripping the handles and sweat dripping down your chin as you did shoulder presses, your core and shoulders burning as you met his eye and you laughed, finishing your last two reps before you rest. 

“I’m not stalking you” you say to his confused expression “this is my Tuesday workout, core and back.” 

He shakes himself out of his stupor. He didn’t think you were stalking him at all but seeing you sweaty and pushing your body through workouts was the same starstruck feeling he had the day before, rooting him to his place. 

“I didn’t think you were stalking me pretty girl” he says with a grin, taking the machine beside you “just was a little starstruck seeing an angel in my gym” he smirks at the sound of your weights snapping back as your hands slipped from his words

“Your gym eh?” you ask, going through your last set “i've been coming here for three semesters”

he laughs “ive been here for 4, my gym” 

“Alright alright” you say with a laugh as you stand and wipe down your machine “you win”

“What's my prize?” he asks and you roll your eyes with a smirk 

“How about a smoothie after?” you suggest and he nods “deal. Meet you out front in an hour?” you nod and then wave over your shoulder as you head to different machines “see you then, stalker!” you say with a chuckle.

You learn he likes green smoothies where you prefer fruity, and although you said you’d pay he does before you have a chance to even get out your money.

You roll your eyes with a smirk as you take a sip of your drink. “I was supposed to buy your prize, remember?” you say and he laughs

“my prize is taking you for a smoothie date” he says with a wink and your cheeks flush with heat

you chuckle as you rock your shoulder into his gently “thank you Iwaizumi” you say and he smiles “you’re welcome y/n” 

“Pay attention in class” he says when you get to your dorm “you too” you say with a smile “see ya later!” you watch as he walks away, admiring his strong back and shoulders, his gym bag slung across his body. He turns and looks back giving you a smirk and a little wave when he catches you staring. You wave with an embarrassed smile on your lips before you run inside. 

WEDNESDAY

The next time you see him is walking home from class just like Monday except this time you see each other at the same time and you cant help the warmth that spreads through your body at the way he smiles at you.

“Good morning y/n” he says “didnt see you at the gym today” theres a question in his tone and you smile up at him “good morning!” you say and chuckle “yeah i go an hour earlier because of an early class”  

“You headed home now?” he asks and you shake your head 

“Nope, im headed to the coffee shop downtown to study. I usually stay there all afternoon” he smiles, like knowing just a little more about you and your routines makes him happy. His smile makes your heart squeeze and your stomach flutter. 

“Why? did you want to walk me again?” you ask and he laughs softly, cheeks flushing “i actually have a lab i gotta get to” he says as he scratches the back of his neck. 

“Iwaizumi you did not go late to a lab to walk a stranger home monday did you?” 

He doesn't answer, just gives you a sheepish smile and you slap his bicep playfully “you’re ridiculous!” you say with a laugh “but go, i don't want you to be late. Text me when you're out” 

He nods with a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear “you got it” he says before he says goodbye and you shake your head as you watch him go, feeling your cheeks flush with heat as he turns back and sends you a teasing smile when he catches you watching him again.

THURSDAY 

When you see him at the gym in the morning you grin and chuckle before winking at him when you catch his eye, hands busy holding the barbel as you squat. You were ten minutes early today so your warm up was completed by the time he walked through the door. 

You arent able to talk while you work out but when you’re both finished you end up by the door at the same time. He holds the door open and you thank him as you walk slow on wobbly legs 

”leg day?” he asks with a laugh and you laugh with him and nod “yup. Thursdays are the low days of my week, that way i dont have to walk too much on jello legs” 

As you talk you both walk to the smoothie place, he orders you the same as tuesday and when you go to pay he’s already beaten you again. “Thank you” you say with a smile “but next time it’s on me!”   he chuckles and gives you a nod as he drinks his vegetable smoothie, knowing that he’s gonna be buying next time anyway.

When you get back to your dorm he gives you a smile and ruffles your hair “text me later jello legs” he says and you roll your eyes “not if you keep that nickname” you say and he chuckles “alright alright..see you tomorrow, pretty girl” 

FRIDAY 

“Labs are only monday and wednesday, so i can walk with you home if youd like” he says with a smile when you run into him on the sidewalk again

“wanna study with me?” you ask “i’m headed to the coffee shop again” 

He’s quiet while he studies and you like that, you can do your work and finish your things efficently but still have his presence around you. You admired the way he took notes, clean and concise in his notebook. The sound of his typing as well as yours gave you a soothing peaceful feeling as you sipped your coffee and wrote your paper. 

After forty minutes you leaned back and stretched your back, sending him a smile when he looked up from his computer to you. 

“Doing good?” he asks and you nod “almost done actually. How about you?” he nods “i didn’t have much to finish today so i’ve been starting on next week's homework.” you raise your eyebrows “i knew you were that kind of student” you say with a laugh and he closes his laptop 

“What kind of student is that?” he asks and you lean your elbow on the table and rest your chin on your palm with a smile 

“Always on top of things. Put together.” you say and he chuckles, cheeks flushing a bit 

“I guess i am that student. I dont like to be stressed and you dont have to stress when youre ahead, yaknow?” he scratches his neck 

“I know” you say with a grin “it just makes me that much more interested to see how you look messy” his eyes widen before he looks to the side with a shy smile “is that so?” he asks and looks back to you

“yeah” you say and take a drink of your coffee “i wanna know everything about you” you say and shrug, turning back to your notes and making a list of things you still need to complete. 

He looks at you as you write, a smile on his lips as he admires your concentrated expression and the way you chew your bottom lip when you think. You said that so easily, so bold and confident. He wanted to know everything about you as well. 

“Still on for the game tomorrow?” he asks at your door and you grin “of course! Im so excited. I haven’t been to a volleyball game since highschool and then it was me playing” he raises his eyebrows and tucks your hair behind your ear “you used to play?” he asks and you nod “i was the captain of my team in highschool!”he hums and nods “i was the ace of mine” he says and you laugh “i could have guessed with how strong your arms are” you say and then feel your cheeks heat with the implications 

“Checking me out huh?” he asks and you chuckle and run a hand through your hair “im not even gonna try and deny it. You’re very easy on the eyes” you laugh and he joins you before his phone beeps and he groans “i gotta go, but i’ll text you and see you in the morning” he leans down and kisses your cheek, making your breath hitch and heart flutter “see ya pretty girl” he whispers and you wait, knowing that if the past few days are any indicators that he'd look back, and when he does you wave and grin before heading inside

SATURDAY

“It’s too much.” you say as you look at yourself in the mirror. You looked too business casual and less like you were going to a volleyball game. You rip the blouse from your body and put it with the rest of the clothes you’ve tried on in the pile on your bed. 

“Is this too casual?” You ask no one as you pull out your old vb jersey from high school. Usually worn as a sleep shirt now, it was old and worn but if paired with the right jeans …

“Perfect” you say with a smile as you smooth out the shirt and fix the French tuck. You look laid back and casual but clean and put together. After a spritz of perfume you were ready to go and your heart races, excitement pooling in your tummy, as you hear a knock to your door. 

He reaches out and takes your hand as you walk towards the crowd of people. You smile up at him and move closer as you make your way into the throngs of people clad in merch with noise makers. He watches with a light heart as your eyes sparkle as you take in the people and the venue, the merch stands and the chaos. When someone shouted out you jumped and moved closer to him as you scowled in their direction. 

“You’re so cute” he whispered under his breath you met his eye, a cute little “what was that, Haiji?” The nickname flowing off your tongue like it belonged to you. 

he smiled and gave your hand a squeeze, leaning into your ear so you would hear him over the crowd “don’t get lost, pretty girl” he said right into your ear, sending tingles down your spine and a flush to your cheeks.

 “Don’t let go then” you say back with a flirty bite to your tone and god he wanted to kiss that smirk right off your lips 

You sat close to the front with two of his friends and roommates, Isse and maki, his best friend though was Oikawa but he was usually always late.

You saw the way they all rolled their eyes when Iwaizumi said that and knew something was up but nothing could have prepared you for actually meeting him. 

The high pitched screams and cries of girls is what caught your attention first, placing your right hand on Iwa’s bicep as he squeezed the left one gently. Your head turns back as you look for the commotion you hear is coming. 

“That’d be Oikawa” Maki says and Iwa’s eyes never leave your face, watching how you react to his best friend. 

The girls show up first and you raise your eyebrows, waiting to catch a glimpse of what made them all turn into a frenzy. When you do see him, your reaction makes Iwa smile, his heart and shoulders relaxing as he holds your hand a little tighter. 

When Oikawa Toru makes his appearance you furrow your brow and tilt your head with a little frown. Your eyes are so uninterested and confused that it makes Iwa want to laugh.  

He leans down “he’s definitely as bad as he looks. But he grows on ya” 

You smile and look up at Iwa, eyes sparkling and the opposite of how you looked at Oikawa, Iwa felt his heart leap into his hands at that look 

“So he’s a fungus?” You ask and he chuckles with a nod “exactly like a fungus” he says and then turns to his friend now walking down the stairs 

“Trashykawa, almost on time I see” he says as you both scoot down farther on the row so he could sit next to Iwaizumi. 

“Always with the insults Iwa-Chan. Aren’t you going to introduce me?” He grins as he leans forward and holds out his hand “Oikawa Tooru” he says before Iwa can push his hand away you’re taking it and shaking it “it’s nice to meet you I’m y/n l/n. Iwaizumi has been telling me a lot about you” 

“They're all lies!” He says and you laugh at the dramatic pained expression he makes when Iwa slugs his shoulder 

When the game is over, you’ve gotten along so well with his friends that Iwa thinks this is a dream. There’s no way you are real and here with him, no way you have on his jacket and are holding his hand right now. 

At one point during a time out you both teased Oikawa so well back and forth he thought for sure that this is what a soulmate is like. He knows it’s only been a week, he knows that you only really know someone after a few months when they have relaxed and showed their true selves, but he has such a good feeling about you, like an excitement that settles into his bones that dares him to hope. 

At the end of the date, after dinner with his friends where you hit it off making them all laugh at your antics and teasing, he drives you back to your dorm, his hand in yours the entire time. 

“I had a great time today, Iwaizumi” you say as he parks and gives your hand a squeeze, raising an eyebrow

“you cant go back to calling me that now” he says and you raise your eyebrows with a little confusion.

He laughs, reaching up to brush the tension out of your eyebrows with his thumb “you called me Haiji earlier, or was that an accident?” his hand settles on your cheek and your heart skips before it speeds up “it was an accident, that’s what your contact name is so it just slipped out” you confess softly, the soft music was turned down low and it felt like you were in your own world in his car

“I like it when you use my given name” he says, thumb brushing your skin and sending tingles down your neck “I really like you pretty girl” he confesses and your eyes widen before they soften, your smile growing as you lean in closer to him 

“I really like you too Hajime” you whisper and reach up, burying your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck 

He’s been thinking about asking you all day, wondering if it’s too early, if a week was too soon to ask. But he decides, with the way you’re looking into his eyes, he decides it’ll be okay.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he whispers, lips barely brushing against yours and you chuckle softly out your nose “yes” you say and press your lips to his. 

Its been a few years since your first week together and Iwaizumi never gets tired of trying new things with you 

He loves to watch you experience things, the way your eyes light up with joy then immediately look to him to make sure he’s also seeing it, he sends you a smile that yes, he is seeing it, but he’s seeing you as well and that’s so much better to admire than whatever is happening. 

You see something that brings you joy and your first thought is- is he seeing this too? He’s never seen anything sweeter and he dies a little when he imagines you giving someone else that look. He’s in this for the long haul and when he finally pops the question, he knows youll say yes. He knows this is his future, his forever. And when you give him that look, that one that says i love this and i need the one i love to experience it too, he knows his heart is yours alone for the rest of his life. 

[berryblissbby]

Fiercest; devoted;

Pairing: Princess!reader x Guard/Warrior! Hajime Iwaizumi

Word Count: 9,500

Warnings: Use of blades and knives

A/N: Sooo this is the longest thing I've ever posted on tumblr and one of the longest fics I've ever written. Ive only even written a handful of things to completion before so please be kind (⩾﹏⩽). I'm currently reading TOG and this story was born from me trying to process HOF so if you see some parallels just look away! This is fanfic we borrow, not steal. And finally I must say, must I write a plot? Can’t they just learn to tenderly love each other in the end? 

AND! AND! Here's the pinterest board i made for this fic, i'm so sorry that all the references are white people omg, pinterest has shit diversity.

Summary:

The moonlight won’t let you forget, the sunlight brightens the truth.

You are his princess, and he is your warrior. Raised together Hajime is your greatest source of comfort when he suddenly pulls away, igniting your temper and flaring animosity towards each other. Either under the light of the moon, or the rays of the sun, you’ll fight it out, just like always.

 You were the princess of an empire. Heir of the kingdom that was the pinnacle of learning, healing and safety for anyone who wished to stay there. Books, music, and art were all treasured, and culture was allowed to thrive and breathe. Your court was beloved, held strong by devotion and loyalty, “the strongest court in the world” the people said. You were loved as well, by your parents and their people. Adored, you were their future.

 Hajime was a lesser by his kingdom's terms. In a kingdom of magic wielders, he was unwanted nobility. So he was sent to you, to your kingdom, where compared to your human court, with a little magical blood in him, he would be strong. He was to be your guard, to keep you safe, and when you were ready to rule your bond would be unbreakable.  

You were nine and he was thirteen . Delightfully shy- to adults- you lacked true friends. Hiding behind your mother, father or nursemaid, you could be found with your nose in a book. Even at celebrations it was the same, unless you convinced your mother or father to dance with you, much to everyone’s joy. 

 But then you had Hajime, and even though you were scared, with red rung hands and shifting eyes, he danced with you. Uncoordinated and silly, gentle smiles turning to grins and grins to giggles, you landed on the floor in a heap of laughter. Everyone could tell- when you were with him your timidness melts, and is met with ferocious quips and laughter full of love- that you would grow to be a shining queen. You didn’t worry, your child princess self, because when you were sat on your heaviest burden, your own little throne, he would be behind you. With his chest puffed up, his daggers sharpened and shining. Already your fiercest warrior and most devoted protector. 

 -

 You grew together, his dark eyes were always watching you, blanketing you in warmth. When you learned  how to fight and hold a dagger correctly he practiced with you, until your coordination and form were perfect. When you were strong enough for a sword he was right there as well, much to the captain of the guards dismay. You practiced together, but he never let you win. It was infuriating, his determined expression and unrelenting jabs. But “it’s for your own good” and you knew you'd best him one day. 

 -

 He snuck into your room, when your chambers were too big, and the darknesses fingers too long. He stayed in the chair in the corner, and listened to you talk until your words slurred and you fell asleep. Your maids usually find him still there, curled up, in the morning.

 -

 He was right beside you when you learned how to ride a horse by yourself at ten years old, with shaky hands and gasping breaths. And when you fell off- the one and only time- he picked you right off the ground, dusted off your dress, and growled at the stable master. 

 He wiped the tears off your face as fast as they fell. Your little hands gripping the front of his shirt begging him not to leave.

 Hajime pulled you to his chest, shushing you again. It was awkward, just two little kids clinging to each other, one barely old enough to comfort the other. But you needed him nonetheless.

 He was right there the day you got it, hanging off the rails of the round pin, pumping his fist in triumph as you and your horse trotted in circles.

 Looking over, a grin breaking across your face,  you met his own grin. It sent shivers down your spine, blooming in your tummy. You could see it, with that feral grin on his face, you understood what type of man he would be. He truly was a warrior.

 -

 He stood behind you when you first attended state meetings with your father, against the wall with the other guards. You had been terrified. You hadn’t known, really, what they were talking about, and you had been scared that they would ask you questions you wouldn’t know the answer to. But Hajime was there, and that made your words a little more steady. 

 -

 He was eighteen and you fourteen, budding into adolescence, and it seemed to be everyone’s business. He was turning into a man and you couldn’t help but notice, not that you would ever speak of it.

 He was leading you horse, walking you around the gardens. He liked to pick and choose when you should be treated as a princess. With swords in your hands he tended to ignore it, but at times like these, you were an heiress and he was an indentured servant.

 “I don’t understand”

 “It’s a tragedy, it's supposed to make you sad!” You say. “It’s about the ‘what if’s’ and the yearning, you have to focus on the yearning.” You giggle at your words, as you drag out your syllables. 

 You were telling him about your latest book, and how it had left you heart broken for the two lovers. With bad timing, and greedy people stealing their chances at love, they could never be together. 

 You always told Hajime about your books, you couldn’t help talking about the ones that you couldn’t get out of your head. He was an amazing listener, and you appreciated him dearly for it. Even though his face would remain blank and his eyes would shift all around you, looking for threats, he would always pay attention.

 He scoffed. “ Well, what if I don’t care about yearning, what if they’re just stupid? The answer was right in front of them.” 

 “That’s not the point Hajime,” you pout.

 He scowls up at you, stopping your horse. 

 “What?” You can’t help but laugh at both of your dramatics.

 “Just don’t let me catch you doing anything dumb like that,” he doesn’t let you answer, starting your horse walking again. ¨Idiots.¨

 ¨Hajime!¨

 You appreciate him, in every sense, always protecting you, in body and soul.

 -

 He was twenty and you sixteen. Your temper was epic, it shook the stone walls and snapped as easily as the ribbons on your dresses. But your heart was just as easily broken. You were a slave to your emotions and you could feel it, festering in you. You would never let it show to the court, but your family knew, and so did Hajime. There was little left of the girl who used to hide behind skirts.

 You didn´t know if it was a gradual process, or if you woke up to it one day, but suddenly you couldn´t stop watching him. You couldn´t stop admiring him. He was so big, and strong, and he made you laugh so hard. His hands were soft, and large. He was smart, catching things you hadn’t in meetings, and his voice would send shivers down your spine when he whispered in your ear, telling you things about the people you were surrounded by. Things that he had learned to keep you safe; precautions. You couldn't stop your cheeks from heating up anymore, they were perpetually flushed, and it was impossible to hold his gaze. Things that wouldn't have mattered before made you stutter. But what set you off, was when you would look up to him, when you expected to meet those cool eyes, they would be somewhere else.

 Before, when you had been upset, you would drag Hajime to the training rooms and throw him a sword. He would let you get a few hits in, before winning, of course. But only after you got everything you needed out. He was the cool water to your raging disposition. He had a sternness to him now, even though his fiery character could rival yours sometimes, he knew when to hold back. And when he did, his easy answers and cool voice were equally frustrating as they were calming. You shared more together while in those practice rooms swinging swords than anywhere else. But now you had lost the thing that had made it better.

 Now you only saw him when mandatory, behind your throne and next to you at meals. He seemed to be more interested in the guards and other warriors than you, so you ate in silence and read alone at night. You eventually requested a new guard, and your parents said no. You two were friends, and he was sent here for you, that would not be changing overnight. But he didn't feel like your Hajime anymore, your friend or defender. Because he wasn't paying attention to you anymore, not like he was supposed to. Or how you wanted him too.

 It made you burn when you looked up and he wasn't looking at you. The embers in your chest that would flare when you didn't get your way, when someone disagreed with you, when Hajime said something brash, were a roaring fire. You didn't understand why things had changed, where it had come from.

 You saw it, when his eyes met the older courtiers- well, older compared to you. You saw the eyes of the women on him, how they trailed over his broad back and strong arms. You knew that the lady’s had started taking their walks through the section of the palace they had previously thought of as unpalatable. They would bat their eyelashes and fan their fans in front of them as they walked past the training rooms, hoping to catch Hajime in only a thin damp shirt. It was infuriating.

 You took to ignoring him, long lonely months. It was intense, the war between you both, silently throwing glances at each other, both sets of eyes holding promises of worse words to come. He was a weight behind you at all times, dragging your heart deeper into a pit of solitary despair. He left you whenever he could afford, never letting your parents or the other guards see. You were kept safe, but it wasn’t comforting like before. The walks to your rooms after dinner were the worst, the internal battle inside you was tearing you to shreds. Should you talk to him? Confront him? Bear a dagger and rough it out? But he would leave you by your door and walk away before you could decide anything at all. 

 You had burned too bright, the fire in you now gone. The fury that had kept you warm was nothing but a cold pit in your chest.

 You were all alone, every day that knowledge split you open like a cold blade. You were determined to stay away from him, to not bother him, since he obviously didn’t want anything to do with you. But one day, it all became too much. 

 You had attended a dinner tonight, with a distant royal family. And they had said things to you that they had no right to say. They had spoken as if they had known you. They knew things about you that made your skin crawl. All of those things were somewhat common knowledge, but then they had started making assumptions about you, asking you things that if you were a queen you would have known the answers to. But you weren’t, you were a stupid little princess, with no one. And you felt so small. 

 The only thing that made it worse was when you realized you were bracing for something. After every one of their comments, you were waiting for one of Hajime's raging blows. For him let his temper go, just a little. To tell them how it was, to defend you. But it didn’t come, you looked over and he wasn’t paying attention. What happened to your warrior? Your watcher? Your protector?

 -

 You remembered a conversation between you and Hajime, before. It was late at night, Hajime was laying on the rug in front of your heart, his arm thrown over his eyes. Your book set to the side.

 The candles had all burned low, but the fire stood strong. It casted a blood orange glow across half of his body, the other half a stark blue. You didn’t know if he was asleep, and took your time admiring him.

 The side away from you, from your vantage point lounging on the couch, was flushed. His mouth was pulled down slightly, but it didn’t scare you. That looked like you’re Hajime, with sharp teeth and a barking laugh. Who felt everything thrown at him. 

 You didn’t know how he hid it so well, but he really did experience everything; he might conceal it, but it was in there.

 You looked at the other side of him, the one in a cold blue light from the moon coming in your windows. You wondered if that was what other people saw, the straight backed man, who knew who he was and what he stood for. 

You said his name gently, he grunted in response.

“Do you remember… that tragedy I read years ago, about the two lovers…” you explained a little more, trailing off.

He took a deep breath saying, “ yes, with the idiots.” 

You don’t bother hiding your pursed lips before you say, “what… what would you do in their situation, since they’re such idiots.” You pluck at a thread on the couch, not looking at him.

From your peripheral vision you could see him turn his head to look at the flames, and suddenly a wave of anxiety hits you, you're scared to know his real answer, his honest one.

You get up and walk to the window, and the stark difference in temperature makes you shudder. It was starting to snow, just barely. The moon was so bright, causing the gardens below your window to glow. The marble walkways mirroring back the moon.

“I would…” you look back at him, with a hand still on the window sill, and almost gasp. “I would run too, because I wouldn’t know any better, just like them.” He had sat up and turned away from the fire, his whole front blue and cold. 

You couldn’t stand the window anymore, and went to sit by the hearth. 

-

You think he’s run. He’s carried himself as far away from you as he can without abandoning his responsibilities. The gap between you is the largest thing you have ever felt. A dark ravine, and on the other side was him, with his back turned to you. Everything is blue, the moon won’t let you forget, it refuses to shroud out the light, so you can’t remain ignorant. You hate it. And every day, you come closer and closer to falling into that deep crack in the earth, reaching out your arms, stretching your fingers, feeling the rocks shift under your feet, pebbles falling into the dark pit, maybe to never hit the bottom.

-

 You couldn’t calm yourself even hours later, your mind would go back to dinner when you tried to read, and you couldn’t sleep. Sometimes, when it was too late to brandish swords or you were too young to hold one, Hajime and you would walk the palace halls. Running from guards not to be caught, jumping on chairs in forgotten sitting rooms, daring each other to grab things from the kitchen. All before putting his grumpy cool mask back on and escorting you back to your rooms. But you never dared walk the halls yourself, you were always too scared. Hajime... Hajime, he would always take you, and make you feel better. 

 You had been pacing your rooms, trying to find a way to fix your hurt. Trying to come up with any solution. Sitting down on your bed, you put your head in your hands, pleading with the tears not to fall. You wanted him to make you feel better again, you wanted to feel safe with him behind you, not cold and unwanted. 

 You didn't know what to do, really, you told yourself as you snuck your way into his rooms, holding your breath the whole way there, still scared. Closing the door behind you you leaned against it, and for a moment, it felt like before. He smelled the same and the room was so warm it made you shiver in satisfaction. But he was a warrior, so your moment of peace didn’t last long as he rolled over, almost reaching for a weapon before he realized who you were. 

 You tried smiling, but seeing him like that, with his dark hair messy, and cheeks ruddy from sleep just hurt you more. You couldn’t stop the quiver in your lip.

 “You've been crying,” he said, pushing himself off the bed slightly. You tried not to watch the blanket fall off his shoulders.

 Nodding, you turn your head, wiping away tears with your wrist, not looking him in the eyes. You took a moment, trying to calm yourself and almost took a step towards him, but you caught yourself. That made the tears come faster. If things had been like before, you would have ran to him. You won't have hesitated, you wouldn't be bracing for something foul to come out of his mouth. 

 But those things didn't matter, not when he finally sat up and opened his arms letting you throw yourself at him.

 He rocked you back and forth, pulling you onto his lap, cooing at you. “What’s wrong, what’s the matter my princess.” The vibrato in his voice echoed through you, made you want to melt, but it was also painfully familiar. 

 His kind words only made you cry harder. How long had it been since you had heard him speak to you at all? And it had to have been even longer since he had been kind to you like this, only reserved for when you were totally alone, and desperately in need. 

 There was so much wrong, but you could only find it in yourself to shrug. He let out a scoff. Pulling you back, you tried to hide your face, but he grabbed your chin to make you look up. He swiped a thumb under your eye, catching a falling tear. You almost smiled at his frown, how you had missed it, when it only promised light scolding, not cruel disregard.

 “I j-just... want you t-to m-make me feel better,” the last word comes out in another desperate sob and he pulled you to him again. 

 He hummed saying, “Don't tell me someone did this to you.” 

 You shake your head, burying your face in his chest. You didn't want to face the truth, that he had been so neglectful that he really hadn't seen what had happened at dinner.

 “Let's get you to bed, okay?” 

 You desperately nod, you had missed this so much. You had missed his kindness so much. You almost felt like little kids again, and he led you through the dim hallways clutching your hand. Like when you had first met.

 You woke up alone.

 Cold, sober reality washed over you like water, slithering down your spine. Oh. Things were not back to before. You hated Before, it taunted you. It laughed at you as you broke each time the word crossed your mind. Before was better, the most shining and brilliant version of what you had lost. 

 -

 He was escorting you across the castle, and you battled with yourself again. Just like always but worse, now that you knew he was still in there. The contrast ached more. You almost didn't say anything, but you passed by a set of windows and happened to look outside.

 It was spring, almost summer, and everything was green again. The hills outside rippled as the green grass swayed. Beyond the grass were wildflowers. You wish you and Hajime could ride out there and lay in them. But you couldn't- or, he wouldn’t.

 That makes you stop for some reason, and you walk up to the window looking out. He stops too, remaining behind you.

 “Hajime,” You say quietly. He doesn't say anything, facing forward.

 He wouldn’t look at you. He refused until you grabbed him as hard as you could with your little hands, not holding back when your nails dug into his wrist and forearm.

 He tried pulling back, but you wouldn’t let him. Grabbing one of your wrists he made you yield. 

 “I’m not... we’re not going to talk about this, not yet,” he said the words with shifting eyes, not able to meet yours for too long. “I can’t.”

 You had never minded him when he was his serious self, because you would always see the loving side of him eventually. When you were alone, when it mattered. But this, the firm cold shoulder, it wasn’t the protective one you were used to, it was cruel. 

 “Well,” you spit out, ripping your wrist from his grip, “ when you can finally tell me your secret, it better be important, because right now I don’t appreciate being ignored- ignored and...” you struggled to find the right words, your chin quivering, eyes filling with tears. Unloved? Unprotected? 

 “Whatever this is,” you gesture at him, the venom in your voice dissipating with each syllable. Until each blink yielded more tears.

 ¨You´re dismissed,¨ you tell him, you could make it to tea just fine by yourself.

 -

 You were furious, angry, livid. The only thing that dosed the ever flaming embers in your chest was the announcement your father made. You had known it was coming, but him telling everyone solidified it.

 He had called you and Hajime to his private rooms a few nights before, you two had met in front of the door.

 You were to decide which member of your court  would take the oath to be your protector and advisor. Everyone knew it was going to be Hajime, but sometimes a ruler didn't have such loyal followers, and they would choose from a selection. But your father wanted to follow tradition and tell you properly. You had come of age, it would be time for you to take up more responsibility, and this was the first step.

 You could feel him standing next to you, facing your father and mother where they sat. The emers in you were doused, replaced by a rush of freezing water that contrasted your hot tears. You couldn't imagine spending the rest of your life like this. You would be a horrible queen if this was the future that awaited you. 

 Before he made his oath to you, there was to be your birthday celebration. A frantic day of eating, receiving gifts and dancing. Who would you dance with?

 Tight lipped, you thanked your parents and walked out. You could hear Hajime behind you, and you didn't try to quiet your ragged breathing as the tears flowed. 

 They had threatened to fall when your father stood up at dinner and told your court.

 -

 It was your birthday, you hadn't danced with Hajime, and you always danced with Hajime. Everytime you could, you let your face relax and your smile melted away. You were exhausted. But someone asked you to dance.

 The man no older than Hajime, with fluffy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, asked you with a hypnotizing smile. He spun you around and said the most outrageous things in your ears, you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. 

 You would pass a couple and he would share their most treacherous secrets. Nothing too bad, just outlandish enough that you would blush and want to hit him- only lightly.

 He asked you again and again, until you finally had to say no, your face was hot, your skin was covered in a layer of perspiration and you were sure that your hair had fallen out of its updo.

 You made your way back to your seat on the dais, next to your parents. You didn't realize that Hajime had moved from his spot on the wall, blending in with the other guards, to stand behind you.

 Taking a seat, you hear a scoff. Straightening your back you almost don't believe it. Maybe it was the exercise, or the fact that you were feeling loose after laughing so hard. Or maybe it was because you were actually having fun, but you found that tonight- tonight you had energy. 

 You could feel it in your chest, that scoff has blown a harsh wind over those embers, fanning them a glowing orange.

 “Yes, Hajime,” you say, slightly turning your head in his direction. You tried to keep your tone light.

 He grunted, not saying anything. You place your hands in your lap. He won't even give you words.

 “Tell me,” you say, face blank, friendly tone gone.

 “Nothing, Princess.”

 How dare he scoff at you and pretend you were the crazy one.

 You spun in your seat. There he was, in his nice uniform, with your kingdom's mascot and colors. Your mascot and colors. Your kingdom's mascot and colors. The kingdoms that you would rule, mascot and colors. 

 The blades strapped around him were intricate; polished and shrap. He looked straight forward, not acknowledging you. He looks good, something inside of your chest whispered, but was whisked away as your eyes caught on the dagger on his belt, with the same color jews as his uniform

 You stood up in a flurry, so fast that he only had time to brace himself before you were grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to your level. Nails digging into him all the while.

 “Follow me,” you say through gritted teeth. Pulling back looking him in the eyes, you tell him exactly what he needed to know. It was an order, an order from his future ruler. The exchange was so fast you knew no one would see it.

 Spinning on your heel you walked down the dais and straight into the crowd of dancing people as they desperately tried to not step on you.

 “Princess,” Your father said from his seat behind you. You knew he was objecting at your rudeness, but you didn't care, the act of disobedience spurring you on. You hear the music halt, only for a second, but you keep moving.

 You could feel everyone's eyes on you as you made your way further and further towards the doors out of the hall. Each breath wasn’t enough oxygen, and your vision spotted, but the chills rippling over your skin were addicting. 

 You knew Hajime was behind you.

 -

 You didn't answer any of his furious remarks as you grabbed his forearm, dragging him through the palace. You turned down a certain hall and he stopped talking.

 You threw open the doors of the practice hall, letting go of Hajime’s arm. Marching down the long open space, so big it could probably hold dozens of bodies, you open one of the cabinets across from the row of tall windows. The room was dim, and you don´t think of lighting candles.

 Selecting two swords, you slide one to him across the floor, to where he stood still at the door. He stopped it carefully with his boot, as it spun towards him.

 Looking up from the sword, he says, ”No.”

 “Pick up the sword, Hajime,” You say from across the room, sword in your hand. You’re not sure why you threw it at him, he already had one on his hip. Maybe because it was unfair, that he could always have one and you could not.

 He scoffed at you, leaving it on the ground. 

 “Pick it up,” You growled.

 He didn't have time to roll his eyes before the twin dagger to the one on his belt landed in the door frame, next to his head.

You watched his eyes flick to your hand, smoothing out your skirts, hiding the slit that led to your thigh. You switched your sword back to your dominant hand, breathing already ragged, not looking away from those sharp eyes as he picked the sword off the ground. 

 You stayed exactly where you were as he walked towards you.

 “You are b-”

 “I don't want to hear any of what you have to say about my behavior.”

 He rolled his eyes, stopping in front of you, getting into his proper stance. You mimicked him.

 “You are being a brat.”

 You swing for him, and he easily blocks, sending your sword arcing through the air, still in your hand. He sends a shallow jab at you, which you take a step back from.

 “What right do you have judging the people I spend my time with?” You say, jabbing right back at him, which he blocks with a sweep of his sword. “And when am I not?”

 You go for his left, which he dodges, and as he came around spinning to face you again, he swung low at the wide skirts of your dress. You hear it rip and feel the cold air hit your calves. Taking two steps back he observes you, lowering his sword, intentions clear. 

 He thought that would end your little fight.

 He thought that the ruining of your dress would make you stop, that you were shallow enough to ask for his mercy just because of a tear in your skirts. It made you furious, knowing he wasn't taking this seriously.

 You feint lunging at him, he swung from the right, and you blocked, swords suspended in the air for just a moment. 

 “Stop it.” You say, voice almost a whisper.

 You grunt and pull back. Circling each other, you watch as the moonlight brightens his face. The circling continues, and no words are exchanged, giving you time to think about what had been said, only making you more upset.

 You had faults, in moments like these, you couldn't hide your next move, anger making you just want to act. You swing at him, and he blocks. While your sword is up, he takes the chance to roll, and shove you backwards away from him. A dirty trick.

 “Stop what?” He says to you, looking at you from where you had stumbled a few steps away, face blank.

 You looked at him, with his back to the windows, face shrouded in darkness, and you hated him.

 Before you could think about it, before you could flinch and regret your actions, your arms were arching up, throwing your sword across the room. Watching as Hajime involuntarily followed its arch through the air, sinning blade spinning over handle, until it landed in a clatter. You watched him all the while, and saw his shocked expression before he could hide it.

 “I am your princess,” You growl, his head snapping back to you.

 “I am your princess!” You yell, taking a step towards him, chest pressed to his.

 “I am your Princess!” You scream, shoving him backwards toward the large windows.

 You pressed against him, leaning him back against the window sill. You stretch to your tiptoes, your hands clutching his shirt as you stare into his eyes. With all the venom you can manage, panting, you say, “I am your princess! I am your princess and you will do as I say!”

 “What are you doing?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed. You barely hear his words, or his sword clatter to the ground, your breathing too ragged, your heart beat too loud. You could feel it, in every part of your body, it echoed through you.

 And in that moment you can almost see him. That flash in his eyes, that tone of voice, his breath fanning over your face. He was your Hajime, only for a second.

 “Stop it,” you say, losing momentum with each word, “stop it.”

 He finally tugs himself free, ripping your hands from him. He doesn't let go as he presses you a few steps back and leans down to look into your eyes. 

 His eyes were dark, and you lost him again, the Hajime you want. You yearned to bang on his chest and beg for him back, but you don't dare break the delicate dance you two were in.

 “I see them,”  you hiss, trying to get in his face, “I see how they look at you.”

 “Who?” He spits.

 “Your courtiers.” You say the words as if it's a curse.

 He throws your hands down, taking steps to the door, still facing you.

 “Nothing?” You ask. “You never have anything to say anymore.”

 “Why does it matter?” Squaring his shoulders he looks at you straight on. 

 “Wh-”

 “Why does it matter if they look at me?”

 “It- I-”

 “Tell me why it matters, Princess, and maybe we can talk. I don't want part in your tantrums.”

 You watch him walk away, listening to every fading step, until you only have your breathing to fill the silence.

 -

 You couldn’t stop thinking about that night, it made you sick, haunting you with the memories of what you had said to each other.

 Maybe you had been wrong. Wrong to order him to follow you, wrong to act so brash, wrong to scream at him, and to accuse him of those things.

 You scolded yourself for acting that way, to let your temper control you. It had felt good, until you had crashed. 

 The option-less future spread in front of you. What would you do? Exhaustion was seeping into you, a new type of tired, one that you would do anything to amend. 

 If your temper wouldn’t fix your problems, you would have to try something else, even if it burned you from the inside out.

 -

 You called him to your rooms, something you had never done before. There was no need to call upon each other, you always knew where the other was

 Hajime found you in the chair in the corner, the one he used to stay in; you rarely used it.

 The last rays of evening sunlight were shining in your windows, cascading over your body.

 Your face was illuminated by the sun, every beautiful line and imperfection was open in the light. It made you glow, like you should have been kept in a painting so you could be adored forevermore. You were golden, hair caught fire, glowing like a beacon of truth. The heir of an empire, the hope of thousands. 

 “Majesty,” he bowed, something he had only done a handful of times, for special occasions. It felt forgien and stiff doing it there.

 “Iwaizumi” you said, it sounded like a song, a sigh and a prayer and a plea. But it wasn’t right.

 When was the last time you had called him that? Never, a furious voice in the back of his mind told him.

 “It’s almost time for me to choose.”

 He stood up straighter, meeting your eyes for the first time. There wasn’t that look in them like before, of hurt and hardness. Determination that you would power through. It was just a fact.

 It was almost time for you to choose the person of your court to swear a never ending bond with. To protect each other, in body and soul, to in turn protect your kingdom.

 You looked down at your hands, and he was compelled to take a step forward to make sure he heard you, but not too close. He had a feeling that if he took another step he would see your  red rung eyes, and he didn’t want to think about that.

 “I want it to be you… I'm sorry for that night, for yelling, and trying to cut you into pieces. But…” You take a deep breath and look out the window. “ I don’t know what’s changed, and I’m so sorry for how I’ve acted, and whatever I’ve done, but I want it to be you” 

 With those last words you looked him in the eyes. The anger was gone, and all he saw was a tired princess. His tired princess. You didn’t break his gaze, not saying anything more .

 He almost wanted to question you, the maturity in your words shocking. But he stayed quiet; that wasn’t his place anymore.

 You had said your peace, he knew, as he looked into your eyes, with your face passive. It was his turn now, to come to you and bear his teeth, to gouge the hurt out of his chest in to lay it bare for both of you.

 -

 Hajime had a memory he kept close to him, right on his hip. He might have kept it on his ribs, the ones that protected his heart, if that was where you kept daggers. 

 It was the winter solstice celebration from years before. Hajime and you were in your parents' private rooms, giving gifts.The two of you sat on the floor next to the fire, with your parents on the couch in front of you. 

 “Now this one is for both of you.” Your mother explained, handing you both identical boxes. “Open them at the same time.”

 You gave Hajime one look before tearing into yours. He didn’t get to see your reaction as he worked on delicately undoing the ribbons, but he heard your gasp.

 Resting in your hands was an exquisite, shining dagger. You gently held it up, and both your heads turned in to stare at it. 

 “Oh my…” You gawked.

 Hajime went back to his gift and opened it to an identical dagger. Twins. 

 He held his up, and you two compared.

They had blades of shimmering silver, with curved tips that looked sharp enough to split hairs. The handles were of matching silver formed into delicate patterns, inland with jewels that matched your kingdom's colors. The metal reflected the light of the fire behind you, flickering gold and orange, like the blades held the sun.

 Looking up to your parents your father explained. “I had those made for the two of you.” 

 You waited, but that was all he offered. Hajime watched you balance the dagger in your hand, turning it over and examining it. 

 “They’re beautiful.” You say.

 “I would hope that you don’t use them on each other, and only wear them for celebrations, but I doubt that is something that will happen.” 

 Hajime chuckled, looking down at his own dagger. The king might not have said it, but he had a feeling he knew what the daggers were for. 

 They were the two of you. Cut from the same stone, at each other with blades as sharp as diamonds, all while in your shining castle. 

 They were to remind you where you came from, that you two were one in the same, and that you were to work together. Much better to mar an enemy with the same blade than have the one that matches your in your gut. 

 “Thank you,” he said.

 Hajime looked at you, and you were smiling. Leaning over, your grin was feral, and he couldn’t help the electricity that went down his spine.

 “Do you know what this means?” You ask. “I need to get my dresses tailored.” 

 Hajime ruffled your hair, but your smile was burned into his memory. One in the same. Maybe his future queen really would be as strong as him. 

 Hajime could learn to like that.

 -

 Hajime was trained by your father and his men to be a warrior. Your warrior. While you were trained in how to fight men across oceans and continents, he was taught how to fight men with steel and teeth. You did give him a run for his money when you brawled, but he knew that he would never want to be facing you in a killing field, with an army at your disposal.

 Your cleverness was beyond him, not that you would ever give yourself credit for it. But you were still young, and when he caught something that you had missed in meetings or conversations, the sparkle in your eye, the way he knew you were in awe of him, was addictive.

 In all honesty, Hajime wasn’t your only lover, or admirer, you had many. Your parents were kind to you, your father could often be found making you giggle, especially when you were seated next to him at meetings. Your mother and you discussed books and music. You would often receive compliments from your father’s advisors and friends, which always made you blush in thanks. And your mothers lady’s loved to give you advice about clothes and any romantic endeavors you might go one. Not that there were many. The boys liked winking at you, and making you blush. Hajime tried his best to keep that to a minimum. Your court did love you, they loved the princess that was bashful and kind, but had the cleverest ideas at council meetings. You were the beautiful shining light, in your beautiful shining castle, and you would keep your court strong.

 Those were all things that Hajime knew well. Painfully well. Because he was always the first to notice. He had seen how they all cared and vowed to make sure that you would stay that way, that you were protected and cared for. So your light never went out, so your kingdom was always strong. He would do what he must, he would not let your court fall.

 So when he had looked at you and the light in your eyes had changed, he felt responsible.

 It wasn’t a bad change, just different. It only took him a short amount of time to pinpoint what it was.

 He couldn’t love you, not like that. He couldn’t let himself break you, because he knew he’d manage somehow, he was always a little heavy handed.

 What protector would he be if he broke your heart? If he was the first one to weaken you? To welcome you into the cruel world you would be entering, of choosing the best of horrible options, of lying and deceiving? He would not be the one to welcome you to that.

 -

 Maybe he was wrong, maybe you could take it. He wouldn’t be the one introducing you to the hurt, he could be the one to guide you through it.

 -

 He was surprised when he found you, always too afraid to wander the place at night. You were in a sitting room, long forgotten by the court, locked away and covered in sheets. 

 It was one of the rooms you would play in as children, with the furniture pushed to one corner; each and every one of the walls between the tall windows was covered in paintings.

 By now both of you had them memorized, whether that be by sunlight, candle light or moon light, both of you knew each of them well.

 You were only looking at one, standing right in front of it, your favorite painting of them all. 

 Hajime watched you, in the light of the moon, stare at the picture. Your profile was perfectly outlined by the stark light.

 “Tell me about her again,” he asked, voice carrying across the room.

 You spare him a glance before turning back to the painting.

 You take a step closer and take a breath. “Her name was Kiyoko.”

 You bring your hand up, and with only a finger you delicately trace the frame. 

“She was the most beautiful woman in the land, and the man who painted her was in love with her, but there were few who weren’t.”

 Hajime didn’t have to see the picture to know what it looked like, he had spent plenty of time looking at it with you. The girl was beautiful, with silky black hair, pale skin, and eyes that felt like they knew all, like they were windows into the fiercest storm.

 He knew the curve of her lips and the mole on her chin, and the pastel color of her dress. She was framed in a sea of greenery; plants, grass and trees all around her. Despite her pale dress and cool eyes she was surrounded by orange flowers, and in the corner of the painting, were perched crows.

 He wasn’t sure what made you stare at that painting like you did. Like you could see details that weren’t there. You had always said that when you looked at it, you longed for the frame to expand, for the picture to grow wider, to see what she saw.

 You also had a thousand questions for her, you wanted to know her as intimately as you knew her face. But she never answered, staring back with those eyes, until only Hajime was left to answer your questions.

 “She was loved by everyone, it was said that you would be blessed if she acknowledged you, and if she spoke to you, you were destined for the most devine heaven.” You move your finger from the frame to the painting, looking like you would touch it, but you don’t, only coming infinitely close.

 “She married the man she loved, and had a laugh that sounded like bells.” You bring your hand down and step back from the painting. 

 “You would be her most devoted admirer.” Hajime said.

 “I already am,” you smile looking down at your hands, “but I think she would have deserved a beautiful friendship.” 

 -

 It wasn’t a real story, her name was Kiyoko, that was the name of the painting, but each time you told it, it was different.

 Looking up to reply to Hajime, you met his eyes. On his face was a smile that delicately curved, turning his mouth up.

 That smile… the curve of his mouth, the sharp teeth behind it. It made your knees week, the relief of seeing it again.

 He took steps towards you, until you were standing shoulder to shoulder looking at her again. 

 “What do the crows mean,” he asked, encouraging you to keep going.

 You take a moment before answering. “They’re her other admirers, only to ever love her from afar.” 

 He hummed, and you swear you could feel it in your bones. 

 You turn to look at him, right in the eyes.

 “It matters… it mattered because you weren’t looking at me.”

 He tried to speak, but you stopped him. “No, listen to me.”

 He wouldn’t look away from your eyes, face cool.

 “I couldn’t- can’t- you just… you weren’t looking at me, and I didn’t know what to do. It’s unbearable.” Your words were so quiet, always so quiet in moments like these

 It seemed like he couldn’t bear to break the silence as he said with narrowed eyes. “You think I don’t know, that I didn’t see?”

 “You won’t break me Hajime,” you say with a scoff. He almost flinced, coming close but stopping. Like you had seen right through him when he wasn’t expecting.

 “You don’t know that,” he hissed, “I know, saw it, everything, and I made that decision. I won’t be the one to introduce you to that, to be the first one to hurt you.” 

 He spoke with his hands, and you watched them as they moved. They were so wide, well taken care of, you remember them being softer than expected.

 “You’re supposed to protect me,” you grit through your teeth. You don’t know if he can tell how flushed you are, but you know he can see the silver lining your eyes.

 “H-how am I supposed to protect this kingdom, t-this court without you! I can’t do it without you.”

 “You’ll do just fine,” he said, standing up straighter.

 “Don’t say that! Why would you- why would you say something like that.” 

It was getting hard to get the words out, every time he spoke you ached more and more.

 He was panting, like those words had winded him. His face was hard, unyielding. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and covered your wobbling mouth. A sick imitation of a comforting embrace

-

 He didn’t know what to do. His princess was shattering right in front of him and there was nothing he could do. 

 There was no one to point a blade at, no where to keep you safe. Looking at the tears in your eyes, he knew that this had been happening for a while. You were begging him to take his words back, any of them, but he wouldn’t let himself.

 Hajime resisted the urge to look down at his hands. He’d always been heavy handed, that's what he had said to himself. He was trying to shield you, gods-dammit, but those hands had done more harm than good when it really mattered.

 All he could do was watch you crumble in on yourself, while he stood feet away.

 -

 He was clueless. He always knew what to do. Your faithful, balanced Hajime was at a loss.

 You could see it, you blinked and you were there. No longer in that moon-bathed room, but outside, children again.

 How old were you? Nine? Eleven? How old was he? Thirteen? Fifteen? You were just children; the same as always. Had you even grown up, were you always clutching each other like this? So dependent yet so unaware of each other?

 You had never seen him like this, he lived with a sword in his hand and a shield on his back. His upper lip stiff, his will unmoving.

 But the man standing in front of you was desperate, with his hands splayed in front of him, like they would burn you if he got too close.

 Why couldn’’t you just say it, why were you two always dancing around it? Your own choreography, your own sacred, unique steps. 

 “I’m tired,” you say, shoulders dropping, eyes lifting to the ceiling.

 “I am too,” Hajime admitted.

 You closed your eyes tight, feeling more tears fall from your lashes. And when you opened them again, you were met with steel. Not like the steel of blades, but unforged steel, ready to be shaped, reborn.

 Looking into those eyes, the irises that framed hurricanes, it felt like those roaring winds blew right through you. Breathing life into you, fanning your flames. Maybe she could answer just one question for you.

 This is the last time, you vowed to yourself, no matter how it ends.

 -

 Hajime didn’t ask questions as you dragged him through the palace, his presence giving you a little more confidence than before.

 Up and up you went, just when he thought you were done taking him up stairs you found another set, and headed right to the top. You only felt him hesitate once, but you didn’t look back, and he followed. You made it to the top. A tower that was once a sentries station. 

 “How did you… isn’t there someone working here?” Hajime asked.

 You didn’t have to look at him to see the crease in his brow. “No, there’s no need to have anyone up here.”

 Your kingdom had been peaceful for years, if any attacks were to come, they would not be so often as to need guards on the lookout every day. Hajime knew that, so you followed. “I haven’t been sleeping, so I’ve just been walking around at night… and I wound up here.” 

 He didn’t say anything, but you knew what he was thinking. You never walked alone, the fact that you had been in that sitting room tonight was shocking. But you? Wondering up here?

 On one hand, you hoped that he was feeling guilty. On the other, you felt horrible for tearing him up like that. But you knew that was how he was feeling, he wouldn’t push it to the side this time. Not with it spelled out in front of him.

 Crossing his arms and leaning back, he gave you a look of disapproval, but you were no stranger to those cunning eyes. You tried not to dwell on the picture before you, slowly focusing into something- someone you recognized.

 You walked up to the window, leaning against it, staring at the slowly brightening horizon. 

 “Just tell me why.” Was all you said.

 -

 Hajime stepped forward, shoulder to shoulder with you, hand on the cool window sill. The warmth that encompassed Hajime's side almost made him purr, you were so close.

 He took a moment to look at the view, the mountains in the distance, silhouetted by the rising sun. The dark sky was slowly becoming a splash of deep colors.

 “I don’t just protect you, your life isn't your own. What I do affects you, what I see keeps you safe. What I let you do… it could change so much. If I stumble, if I overlook something- so much is at steak. And I know what you were thinking when you looked at me.”  He paused as you nodded, and watched your eyes move from the horizon to the city nestled below the palace. “So I stopped, and you were pissed.”

 “I’ll be disappointed if you say you didn’t see that coming.”

 “Well, it worked to my advantage… until you woke me up that night…” 

 Your smile melted, but you didn’t say anything. Maybe he was bracing for something, that crackling irritation he was used to. But it didn’t come.

 Hajime stiled. Maybe this wasn’t him talking to his princess anymore, as you listened, as he spoke, he realized it was his queen in front of him. 

 “You hurt me. You were mine and then suddenly you weren’t.” He sat there and listened as your voice cracked

 “I’m sorry”

 You turned to look at him. “You can’t break me that easy Hajime, we’re one and the same, in sword and devotion. I want you at my back, I want you protecting me. I need you to want the same. I thought- I thought we agreed on that. So please… let me choose you.”

 “Please let me be your princess, please let me choose you, I want you to protect me, the right way.”

 With you next to him he could see the sunlight reflected in your eyes, how it made them sparkle, how the roofs of your city seemed to wink up at you with the last slivers of moon light. Telling him how much hope they had for you, how they knew that their princess would keep them safe.

 “I'm sorry,” he whispered.

 With that admission, you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him as hard as you could. You took a few breaths before pulling back, still keeping your arms around him, looking into his eyes.

 “Let me be your princess Haji, please.” It was like you were looking for something in his eyes, not breaking the connection.

 “Always,” he whispered, leaning closer, not looking away.

 “But you aren’t my princess.” He watched your eyes flutter and he drew closer and closer, wrapping his arms around you, keeping you right against him. “You're my queen.”

 He met your lips, and you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He didn’t think he could ever forgive himself if he made you feel like you had again. 

 And as the sun created the mountains, and it's morning rays illuminated you and Hajime, he knew that his hands might have broken you, but they had also put you back together. 

 -

 Pulling away from Hajime, you try not to look as out of breath as you felt. You stared into his slate eyes and felt like he had never left, that the time between you that had hurt you  was just a memory, a distant past.

 They say you can’t remember pain. Maybe its to give you the courage to forgive, to be able to try again.

 You watched his mouth as he said, “I'm a fool.”

 “Then that would make me a fool too,” you muse, tone playful.

 “No,” he said, shaking his head slightly, furrow in his brow. “We can’t have a queen who's a fool.”

 “Then what am I?”

 “An idiot,” you watched his mouth as he said it. His smile was crooked, like he was trying to hide it.

 “Like the lovers,” You breathe, your own smile spreading across your face.

 “Like the lovers,” he repeated.

 The word lovers echoed in your head when you decided you wanted to kiss him again.

 -

 With each breath, you felt the embers inside of you cool to ashes, blowing in the wind like ash. 

 You might have lied, that night wouldn't be your last fight, but it would never be like that ever again.

 Hajime and you were once again in the practice hall, but this time things were different. You were both giddy, as the early morning sun glinted in your eyes. You tumbled and swung your swords at each other, but this time it was laughter shared between you, not savage words.

 You felt like you two were dancing again. With your dress whispering around your legs, and the dagger that matched Hajimes visible around your hip, you felt like you had that night as children, when Hajime first taught you to laugh. 

 You weren’t upset, or nervous this time, as you gave each other bruises and sore shoulders. Because later that morning at the ceremony you knew who would be standing next to you, with his back straight and his shoulders down. Your fiercest warrior and most devoted lover.

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next stop iwa-chan!

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next stop iwa-chan!

iwaizumi haijime x reader

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an - kuroo did happen to get lucky later that day courtesy of kenma giving a ridiculous amount of nookmiles to him to get him to be finally be quiet

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[eggyrocks]

introductions -> roommates gc

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fun facts!

they’ve been roommates for a year now

with no intention of moving any time soon

yachi was afraid of feeling like an outsider at first since she was the only one who didn’t go to the same high school but once she settled in she felt right at home

all of their schedules are so different and chaotic

living with two athletes who play professionally is a LITTLE annoying

protein powder everywhere

they have a chore board but no one ever adheres to it

despite how hard yachi tries (poor girl)

[haikyuu-404]

we deserve a soft epilogue my love

his eyes peering at you, soft with love but at the same time filled with heartbreak. a longing gaze that one could only return with the same sadness.

‘kiss me one last time.’ you said staring deep into his soul. ‘one more time before you go.’

Iwaizumi grabbed your hands with such tenderness, afraid that a sudden movement would hurt you more than he had done already.

‘it’s no use’ he whispered, voice threatening to break if he spoke any louder. ‘I won’t be here in the morning’

that’s when the sudden realisation washed over you. he wouldn't be here much longer. these few hours is all you have left with him before he slips out of your life when you fall asleep.

you both agreed that long distance wouldn't work, both of you too busy with university and the fact that you would be at other ends of the country.

that’s why this ending was so bittersweet. you still loved each other dearly, but being together would hurt more than being apart. Iwaizumi hoped one day in the near future you would meet at a high school reunion, exchanging stories from the time you were apart and slowly falling in love again. 

but to you this felt like a stab in the heart. the wind was knocked out of your lungs and the world felt like it was collapsing but realising how much pain it would cause you to stay together you agreed on the decision. your heart longed for something more with him. to scream at him, saying that this idea is stupid, that things can work out but realistically it was the best option for the both of you

‘please..’ you break the silence. ‘just one more’ he gives in. leaning down to your height to give you a short peck. even though it was short, it was filled with love. two years worth of love summed up in a kiss. short but sweet, filled with love with two people unwilling to let go but knowing that in the long run this is the best decision.

holding your head in his hands Iwaizumi placed one final kiss to your forehead both slowly backing up to collect his things from the doorway.

‘till we meet again (Y/N)’

‘until we meet again Hajime’

[iwaizluv]

If I must confess — iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

Summary: You don’t know if you want to beat up Seijoh’s volleyball coach for overworking your best friend, or thank him because tired Iwaizumu has absolutely no filter.

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff!

Warnings: language (there’s literally 1 swear word)

Word Count: 430

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Now he was really pushing you. You mentally curse at his volleyball coach for doubling their practices and working the boys into exhaustion because Iwaizumi has officially lost his mind. As hard as it was to believe what he just said, you decide to take your chance.

“Hajime, what are you trying to say?” Your voice cracks and you furrow your brows as you stare at him wide-eyed and in disbelief.

“I know I’m putting 6 years worth of friendship on the line by saying this, but I don’t know if I can hold it in anymore.” His dark green eyes are like lasers into your soul, and your heart starts beating erratically. “(Y/n), I’m in love with you, and I know that I shouldn’t be, but I am.”

Well, that was cheesier than you expected, and now you’re on the brink of malfunctioning. You don’t know if you heard him properly, or if you were having auditory hallucinations, but your body is on autopilot and the first thing you do on instinct is to smash your lips on his. Iwaizumi is frozen in his spot, and it takes his mind a couple of seconds to process what’s going on, but when he finally does, you have already pulled away.

“Who said you shouldn’t be in love with me? I’d like to give them a piece of my mind because I am very happy to learn that the man I love, loves me.” You lightly punch his shoulder and give him a fake glare before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

Iwaizumi, finally letting out all of the unknown tension he had in his body, decides to taunt you and mess with your head.

“And when did Matsukawa Issei confess to you?” He starts joking around with you which causes the tense air that surrounds you two to relax slightly.

“Two months ago…” You deadpan and stare him down in the eyes.

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened and his brows furrowed. That was definitely not the answer he was expecting to come out of you. He had teased you about Mattsun on certain occasions to hide his own feelings for you, but he didn’t know that the middle blocker actually confessed to you.

Seeing the look of distaste on his face, you flick his forehead and continue to speak.

“... but I told him that I was in love with someone named Iwaizumi Hajime.”

“You really are a shitty person.” He tries to retort and scowl at you, but the joyous expression on his face displays the exact opposite.

“Save the insults for Oikawa, besides is that how you plan on winning me over?”

“It looks like I’ve already won.”

[doublekrecs]

thirst time!! (or wholesome time idc)

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