#otp: a good tobio and his spiker

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funniest thing about kageyama is the way that the other team will be like "whoa he's so good he must be so focused" during a set break and then we see inside his brain and he's got like hinata wearing an onigiri hat rotating slowly to the sound of microwave white noise blorbo style

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And another tag thing

I was tagged by @haruhi02​  and @bittersweetoranges so I feel a certain amount of peer pressure to do this.(Also I assume this is a way to figure out my weakness. Well jokes on you, Haru, he’s your main character you can’t kill him)

Top 3 favourite characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru Favourite team: Datekou, because they’re so exasperated; I relate. OTP(s): AsaNoya, KuroDai, IwaOi, KuroTsukki, KuroYachi (anything with Kuroo) Favourite brOTPs/friendship groups: BoKuro!, the Seijoh Third Years!, Karasuno’s First Years!, Futakuchi/Aone, KageHina! OT3/4/5s: Ehhhhh. I once read a rather nice BukuAkaKuro story. That was ok. Favourite manager: Yacchi, poor thing Favourite adult character: Ukai Jr, because that man is Fine. Favourite captain: Guess, no really, guess. Favourite setter: Oooh. Oikawa deserves love, tbh. Favourite libero: Sakunami. Datekou’s little blueberry is cute and sincere and needs all the protection. As a side note: I am highly amused by Jozhenji’s Tsuchiyu, because he’s the only serious (slightly panicky) one on the whole team. Favourite wing spiker: Bokuto probably. Favourite middle blocker: Kuroo Favourite hairstyle: Kuroo Favourite uniform (school uniform or team jersey): I’m female and not sporty at all, so probably Karasuno, that girls uniform is cute. Character you think you’re most like: Utterly clueless about this. Maybe Takeda? Because I, too, am prone to spouting literary quotes. (People are currently telling me it’s Moniwa) Character you would marry: Let’s not even pretend it’s not Kuroo. Character you want to be best friends with: all these precious babies Character(s) you think deserved more screentime/more appearances in the manga (explanation is optional): I want to see more of Tendou? Kinda sad because he’s a third year. I really want more of his backstory Character(s) you think deserve(s) more love from the fandom: There isn’t nearly enough Futakuchi stuff out there. I agree with Haru on this. Character(s) you would probably defend w/ ur life: Protect Sakunami 2k17 If you had to pick, would you rather– Be Karasuno’s manager or Nekoma’s manager: I know what you’re thinking, but: Karasuno. I don’t want to deal with Lev’s antics on a daily basis. Also: I wouldn’t have to do it alone! Sit next to Kenma OR Akaashi in class: Akaashi. I’d get horribly distracted by all the gaming otherwise. Be Seijoh’s manager OR Fukurodani’s manager: Seijoh. I love Bokuto, I really do, but maybe washing his shirts isn’t on my list of wants. Get to ruffle Kuroo’s hair OR Terushima’s hair: Kuroo. Duh. Be victim to BoKuro’s memeing OR MatsuHana’s memeing OR TanaNoya’s memeing: I gave this serious thought and 1) I don’t think MatsuHana would ever stop, 2) I don’t think TanaNoya would be that funny. So: BoKuro. Probably about the right level of funny, and I get to sass them back. Tie Kunimi’s hair up (2 ponytails) OR throw glitter in Kindaichi’s hair: Kindaichi would look good in glitter. Work at Shimada Mart OR Sakanoshita Store: Sakanoshita, because I wouldn’t be too bad at selling electronics. See Kindaichi OR Bokuto OR Tendou with their hair down: Tendou! It’s so long you guys. Share a dorm with Ushijima OR Semi: Ushijima just seems like a very clean person? Also he leaves less salt lying around than Semi. Spend a day with Misaki Hana OR Shirofuku Yukie: Yukie. Think of all the food places we’d go. Work on a project with Kyoutani, Yahaba and Watari OR Aone, Futakuchi and Moniwa: Datekou; We wouldn’t get anything done with that Seijoh set. Get sassed by Futakuchi OR Tsukishima: Futakuchi, because he’s softer and I’d be able to get him back. Tsukki is way too aloof. He’d make me cry. Spend a day with Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki & Matsukawa OR spend a day with Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi & Kenma: Oh do guess. Wear an alien-patterned zip-up hoodie over a shirt that says “I WANT TO BELIEVE” OR wear a dinosaur-patterned zip-up hoodie over a shirt that says “Saltasaurus”: I would legit wear that first one in public.

Tagging: Let’s put more pressure @leeva-z-kai (I’m sorry! feel free to ignore). Mmmm, if you guys wanna do it, maybe @snapdragon-princess, @lari2311 and @natalieeve?

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I have a silly request! Hinata and Yachi, gay bffs, awkwardly asking their least intimidating (aka tall) sempai, Noya, for dating advice (for Kageyama and Shimizu respectively). Tanaka overhears and tries to help too. Basically, Karasuno's Designated Heterosexuals™ trying to help out their gay kohais but having no idea what they're doing. (Maybe the third years save their disaster children, maybe not. Up to you.)

hskjdfkjs I hope you enjoy this nonsense. It’s kinda cracklike, almost, because this prompt just makes me laugh. Thank you so much for your patience my friend~

“Hinata-kun,” Hitoka says, holding onto his messenger bag tightly so he doesn’t run off. He vibrates slightly with that eternal wellspring of energy that seems to keep him running. Very few people have energy like Hinata. “Are you sure about this?”

“Of course,” Hinata says, grinning widely at their target with stars in his eyes.

Hitoka’s not so sure.

She understands Hinata’s plan fairly well. It makes sense, it would even be considered a good plan. After all, Hinata is planning to ask out Kageyama. Kageyama has a scary face sometimes and it’s never more scary than when he’s dealing with Hinata. He gets this narrow eyed look with twitching eyebrows and anything from a pouting frown, like he can’t believe he’s being forced to spend time with Hinata, to an outright snarl.

It’s kinda funny how even though he acts like he can’t stand Hinata it took them half of the lunch period to convince Kageyama that he didn’t need to go with them. He looked kinda betrayed too, pouting and glaring and calling Hinata more names than usual. Hinata’s got his work cut out for him trying to woo Kageyama Tobio.

So yeah, Hinata needs all the help he can get. His idea of asking for help is a good one. Where it all breaks down is where Hitoka comes in.

See, Nishinoya is a huge fan of Shimizu.

This seems like a non sequitur until you remember that Hinata’s plan isn’t just that he’s going to ask Nishinoya for advice on asking Kageyama out, it’s that Hitoka is going to ask for advice on asking Shimizu out at the same time.

Hitoka is going to die. She’s going to be killed. She knows how serious Nishinoya and Tanaka are about Shimizu. She’s seen them defending her from strangers even looking at her. They’re super fans, the kind she was scared of the moment she first saw Shimizu and how amazingly beautiful she is. Hinata’s idea of asking for advice from Nishinoya is great for him but they’ll never find Hitoka’s body.

This is all because they started commiserating on their crushes together. Hitoka should have just kept her mouth shut. She should have continued to crush from afar. She shouldn’t have ever thought it was a good idea to give Hinata encouragement and ideas.

“Hinata-kun,” Hitoka hedges.

“Don’t worry, Yacchan,” Hinata says turning his blinding smile on her. “Noya-senpai is so cool, he’ll know what to do.”

All panic aside, Nishinoya’s coolness is a matter of opinion.

Hitoka doesn’t really have the chance to try another tactic. Hinata gives a shout of glee and takes off towards Nishinoya. Hitoka, having her fingers still tangled around the strap of Hinata’s messenger bag, is towed along.

“Hinata-kun!”

Hinata either doesn’t hear her or ignores her. Before she knows it she’s skidding to a stop in front of Nishinoya in Hinata’s wake.

“Shouyou!” Nishinoya says, ruffling Hinata’s hair. Hinata leans into it and beams, bringing to mind an image of an over-excited dog. This is not the first time Hitoka has had this mental image and she’s sure it won’t be the last. “And Yachi-san, what a rare treat.”

“H-hi, Nishinoya-senpai.”

Nishinoya beams at her.

“Noya-senpai,” Hinata says, causing Nishinoya to puff out his chest in response. “You’re cool, right?”

Nishinoya seems to stand straighter. “I am, if I do say so myself!”

It’s like watching some kind of car accident. Hitoka can see her death coming but she’s powerless to stop it, frozen with her fingers caught in the canvas of Hinata’s bag.

Hinata claps his hands together in front of his face and closes his eyes tightly, bowing his head. “Please help us ask out our crushes!”

“Aw, yeah,” a familiar voice says, causing Hitoka to screech in fear. Tanaka materializes from behind them. Hitoka clutches Hinata’s bag strap tighter and hopes that he’ll protect her. “Our kouhai are growing so fast.”

Nishinoya makes a pleased sound, framing his chin with the ‘L’ of his finger and thumb. His pleased grin almost seems to glint in the sunlight it’s so wide. “They really are, Ryuu, and they know who to turn to.”

Tanaka slides to Nishinoya’s side and throws an arm around Nishinoya’s shoulders. “We’ll help them, right Noya-san?”

Nishinoya fistpumps. “Hell yeah!”

Hinata fistpumps back. “Yeah!”

Hitoka is getting the feeling she should have run away a long time ago.

“So,” Tanaka says, pointing at them. “Who are the lucky crushes?”

This is it. This is the end of her life.

“I’m going to ask out Kageyama,” Hinata says without a hint of embarrassment. He says it with the same excited, determined tone and expression that he uses when he says he’s going to play volleyball or show Kageyama up with some absurd feat of physical fitness.

In the same breath Hinata continues, “Yacchan is going to ask out Shimizu-senpai.”

Hitoka closes her eyes and waits for death to be swift.

“I see, I see,” Tanaka says. He doesn’t sound angry. Maybe he hasn’t processed it yet.

“You know what you two need,” Nishinoya says, excitable. “Guts!”

“Oowah, so cool!” Hinata replies, shifting under Hitoka’s hand.

Hitoka cracks her eyes open and eyes the scene.

Hinata is currently mimicking Nishinoya, who dropped down into his rolling thunder pose. They’re grinning at each other like absolute goofballs and Tanaka is laughing a great booming laugh, stance wide and arms crossed loosely over his chest like he’s some kind of mob boss in a bad movie overseeing the success of his underlings. Neither of them had batted an eye at the reveal that Hitoka is planning out ask out Shimizu. The Shimizu they tend to refer to as theirs and throw an absolute fit over anyone outside of the volleyball club looking at for more than a split second.

Wait, is this because she’s in the volleyball club?

No, that’s ridiculous.

Whatever the reason, they seem to have no problem with Hitoka asking Shimizu out. Maybe they think she’s worthy or something.

Hitoka can’t help but relax slightly and smile. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

“We just need to walk right up to them and do it! Let’s go right now!”

On second thought, this is the worst idea ever.

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Can you do smth where Kags proposes to Hina

I absolutely can! Sorry for the delay my friend, I hope you enjoy this nonsense or the tale of how Tobio is an actual human disaster but he’s really really really in love with his spiker.

Tobio is pretty sure his entire life has been leading to this.

He’s achieved almost every dream he’s ever had. He’s the starting setter for Japan’s national team and on track to play in the olympics next year. The team is tight knit, Tobio would even call them his friends, and he has other friends outside of volleyball that he talks to on a regular basis. Sure, they’re mostly from high school and college, but still. He has real, actual friends who he can be himself around and not feel out of place. There was a time in his life where he had thought that wasn’t possible and another time in his life where he had thought that the only person he could be completely honest around without any reservations was Shouyou.

Shouyou is the almost part of every dream he’s ever had. Tobio has been in love with Shouyou since Shouyou told him he was incredible for making a whole new toss just to fit Shouyou’s demands. There were months after that where Tobio agonized and overanalyzed his friendship with Shouyou. There was nothing more terrifying than losing Shouyou as a friend, his only friend who he could say anything to without worrying about losing their friendship.

Well, almost anything.

In the end, though, everything worked out. Tobio ended up with Shouyou’s face in his hands and lips against his lips in the locker room after they lost at Spring Nationals their second year. There were tears on both their faces but in the end they had each other.

Now, as the starting setter for Japan’s national team and the olympic team’s first pick for setter next year, Tobio still has Shouyou and Shouyou still has Tobio. If Tobio has anything to say about it Shouyou will always have Tobio.

Which leads him to the ring box burning a hole in his pocket. He’s starting to think that maybe he should sit down and plan it. Originally it had seemed like a good idea to wait for the right moment. He bought the ring and started carrying it around because he thought that nothing would be more special than proposing when Shouyou does something that is just so Shouyou that Tobio becomes overwhelmed by how much he loves his tiny, orange, excitable, perfect ace.

The problem with this plan that somehow hadn’t occurred to Tobio when he dreamed it up was that Shouyou literally always makes him feel like he’s going to die from love.

Right now, for example, Shouyou is reading Volleyball Magazine with this look on his face. He’s got his brow all furrowed but there’s a smile on his face and his tongue is peeking out between his lips. He’s flopped on his belly and his eyes are tracking the words while his legs kick to some random rhythm. He’s cute but he’s also extremely hot when you take in the corded muscles of his arms and bunched muscle of his legs and the strip of muscle visible on his back where his dumb kid shirt is riding up on him.

Tobio loves him. Tobio loves him so much he can practically feel the ring box vibrating in the pocket of his jeans.

Is this really special though? It’s their day off and they’re just laying around in the living room of their apartment. There’s nothing special about this. Tobio always loves Shouyou this much.

Maybe he’s overthinking this.

“Tobio?” Shouyou asks without looking up and Tobio grunts to show he’s listening. “Aren’t you going to skip the commercial?”

Tobio jumps and glances at the TV he was kinda watching. It is indeed on commercial. The movie he was watching is recorded so, in theory, he should be able to just skip everything and get back to explosions.

He sighs and reaches for the remote. Shouyou snickers, finally looking up from his magazine to grin that snotty little grin at Tobio. “Did you forget you could skip it?”

Tobio scowls at him. “Shut up, dumbass.”

Shouyou laughs at him and Tobio wishes he could say that he doesn’t love Shouyou like this but that’s a lie. He loves Shouyou just as much like this as he does when they’re flying on the court together or tumbling into bed while pulling each other closer.

This is stupid. Tobio is stupid. Shouyou is stupid. Everything is stupid but mostly the ring that Tobio’s been carrying around for months now like some kind of idiot.

He’s never telling Shouyou how long he’s had it.

Tobio scowls harder at Shouyou and mutes the TV instead of fast forwarding. He lets the commercials play without sound and Shouyou blinks at him, confused.

“Hey, Shou, you know I love you, right?”

The smile slides off of Shouyou’s face and he starts eyeing Tobio with something like worry. “Are you feeling okay, Tobio?”

Tobio feels his face start to heat up and his ears start to burn but he pushes that aside and instead leans over and grabs the top of Shouyou’s head, sliding his fingers into the fluffy mass of hair and squeezing. “Oi, don’t be an ass when I’m trying to be nice.”

“Ah, Tobio!” Shouyou cries, dropping his magazine to grab Tobio’s wrist with both hands.

Tobio shakes his head lightly, just once, and then lets go. Shouyou holds on to the top of his head and pouts up at Tobio. There’s a spark of something in his eye, like fondness or a challenge or maybe both.

He’s so fucking cute.

“Listen, dumbass,” Tobio says. He clears his throat before continuing, suddenly feeling put on the spot. It’s his own fault. He really should have just planned this more. Why did he think this was a good idea? “You’re stupid and loud and annoying.”

“Hey,” Shouyou says, his pout getting more pronounced.

“I wasn’t finished,” Tobio snaps, trying to find his groove. Why couldn’t talking be like volleyball? “You’re a dumbass but you’re also my favorite person in the world. You’re fun and you’re good looking and you’re good at volleyball.”

“Oh my god,” Shouyou says but it comes out sounding like a squeak. He’s starting to pink which makes Tobio feel a bit better. He hates being the only one blushing.

“I just wanted you to know that. And also, uh…” Tobio trails off, realizing he doesn’t have the ring actually out. Awkwardly he reaches into his pocket to grab it but the way he’s sitting on the floor makes it impossible so he’s forced to lean back to give his hand room to actually grab the ring. After a moment of struggle he pulls the offending thing free of his jeans and sits back up to offer it to Shouyou.

Shouyou stares back at him, mouth hanging open. Tobio offers the unopened box to Shouyou a bit more insistently. Are his palms sweaty? Is he nervous? What the fuck.

Tobio clears his throat again. “I want you to marry me, too. If you want.”

There’s a moment of hanging silence in which Tobio wonders if he’s going to have to learn another language and try to transfer to a different national team and then Shouyou gathers his limbs and throws himself at Tobio, magazine completely forgotten.

They go over, the ring box knocked from Tobio’s hand completely in his effort to catch Shouyou. He ends up on his back with Shouyou above him kissing him like his life depends on it.

This is actually really nice too.

After a pretty decent makeout, if Tobio does say so himself, in which Shouyou and Tobio both manage to lose their shirts Shouyou finally actually accepts. This, in turn, prompts another makeout session that has to be moved to the bedroom.

The ring box is mostly forgotten until Shouyou goes looking for it hours later only to find it missing. For weeks they argue about whose fault it is that they managed to actually lose Shouyou’s engagement ring at the same time as getting engaged only to find it two months later somehow wedged behind the TV stand where it apparently flew when Shouyou tackled Tobio to the floor.

At least the entire thing makes for a story that Shouyou loves to tell at parties while Tobio’s ears burn and he tries to hide his smile in Shouyou’s hair.

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He just wants praise Kageyama lmaoo

hksjdfhskdjfh Tobio pls pls give your boy some love he’s begging

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"I will get the ball to you, so believe in me and jump.”

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For the ficlet thing, can i get a kahehina where Kage has a twin brother thats more smiley than him ?

I’ve been cackling about this prompt for days. This is the first thing that popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it~

Shouyou doesn’t know a lot of things, he’s willing to admit that to people that aren’t Tsukishima, but he does know one thing; Kageyama is a very weird person.

There’s the things that are obvious everyone else, like the fact that Kageyama is smart but not actually smart or the way that he clips and cleans his nails every day like it’s a religion. Those things are tiny compared to the much weirder things that no one else ever seems to see or comment on.

Like, so Kageyama is a big huge grump, right? Everyone knows that. Tanaka and Noya and the captain all comment on it all the time. Except sometimes he’s really not and no one seems to notice.

Shouyou likes to bother Kageyama between classes because Kageyama has no social skills whatsoever and would probably wither away and die without Shouyou to poke him into doing things except that when he does bother Kageyama between classes half the time Kageyama seems happy to see him. Like, genuinely. Sure, the first week after the practice game where Kageyama went from being a guy he hated into being his friend through the magic of a spike he hits with his eyes closed Kageyama seemed more confused than normal that Shouyou would try to talk to him outside of practice and even tried to ignore him a few times but they’ve come a long way. Now sometimes when Shouyou sees him between classes he lights up and waves.

Strangely, the next time he acts like he never did that and would never do that.

Then there’s the touching. Kageyama and Shouyou have always been a bit physical with each other, shoving and racing and yanking on hair. Sometimes, though, when it’s just the two of them and Kageyama’s in the kind of mood where he smiles and laughs and doesn’t look like a movie villain Kageyama will casually throw his arm around Shouyou’s shoulders. Other times he acts like it wouldn’t even occur to him.

It’s really weird and it’s sending Shouyou mixed signals that he doesn’t like. He’s starting to think that Kageyama might have, you know, issues.

Still, even with his weird mood swings the sight of him makes Shouyou’s heart beat faster. It’s a natural response to someone with that much talent, Shouyou tells himself, and he tries to push it away. Even though he’s been pretending his heart is normal when they fight over the freak quick Shouyou’s heart breaks.

Kageyama’s, apparently, does not. Or sometimes it does, anyway.

In practice he’s always avoiding Shouyou. They can still work together but he won’t even look Shouyou’s way. Outside of practice, though… Sometimes he still smiles at Shouyou as if everything is fine. During those times it’s like the fight never happened.

Shouyou wants to call him on it, wants to call him on trying to have it both ways, but the thought of having Kageyama avoid him here too hurts. He pretends, just like Kageyama does, that everything is fine. Sometimes, when it’s just the two of them and Kageyama is in the mood to smile they both enter a world where Kageyama never threw him to the ground and called him selfish to stop him from growing.

It’s a really weird status quo.

Eventually the training camp happens and Kageyama is never smiley. Shouyou is antsy because it feels like Kageyama doesn’t want to be seen smiling at Shouyou in front of everyone. He dwells on it at night instead of sleeping and then he stops dwelling on it when Kageyama throws a toss that he made just for Shouyou and Shouyou hits it like it’s his right and Kageyama smiles at Shouyou like he does sometimes when it’s just the two of them except more. There’s more of everything in Kageyama’s smile and Shouyou wants to kiss Kageyama.

He doesn’t, but he wants to.

Everything strange about Kageyama, his moods and his inability to remember some of the conversations they have at weird times like he’s avoiding them even though they’re perfectly normal conversations, suddenly makes sense not even two days after they get back from the training camp.

Now that Shouyou and Kageyama are on good terms all the time again, heck they might be on better terms than they’ve ever been, Kageyama invites Shouyou to his house to celebrate. It’s at Kageyama’s house that things become horribly clear.

It goes like this:

Shouyou and Kageyama walk to Kageyama’s house after practice. So far so normal. Kageyama’s not in a smiley mood but it’s still a pretty good one so Shouyou is guessing that he’s just nervous or something like that, as if Shouyou would ever be anything but happy to be at Kageyama’s house.

They get to Kageyama’s super boring looking house and Shouyou takes off his shoes just inside like a good guest, calling his usual polite greeting. Still pretty normal.

Kageyama takes off his shoes too, calling an ‘I’m home’ to go with Shouyou’s greeting. Normal. Ordinary. Expected.

Kageyama comes around the corner and welcomes himself home with a casual, “Welcome back, Tobio. Hey, Hinata.”

Shouyou screams. Both Kageyamas just kinda blink at him as if being welcomed home by yourself is completely normal and not the kind of stuff that only happens on the X-Files.

Before Shouyou can get himself too worked up Kageyama, the one that Shouyou walked home with, grabs Shouyou by the top of the head in a very familiar way and squeezes. “Calm down, dumbass.”

“Kageyama, I don’t understand what’s happening,” Shouyou complains, trying in vain to pull Kageyama’s hand off of his head without also losing all his hair.

Kageyama rolls his eyes. “It’s just my brother.”

“You have a brother?” Shouyou asks as Kageyama eases up a bit on the pressure, though he leaves his hand where it is.

“We’re twins,” Kageyama, the one who came from inside the house, says with a little grin that is disturbingly familiar.

Shouyou looks from Kageyama to the other Kageyama and back again.

Holy shit, he’s been hanging out with two Kageyamas all this time.

“Oh my god,” Shouyou says. Then, because it didn’t seem enough the first time, “Oh my god.”

“Are you doing okay?” the Kageyama who smiles nicely says, looking a bit concerned.

Kageyama, the one that plays volleyball, bristles. “Back off, Sekaio.”

“Come on, Tobio, he’s my friend too.”

Volleyball Kageyama’s hand is still in Shouyou’s hair. It’s just kind of resting there and at the other Kageyama’s words the fingers twitch and tighten a bit. “He was mine first.”

“Oh my god,” Shouyou repeats for the third time. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“Well don’t do it here,” Volleyball Kageyama snaps. “You’ll brain yourself on something.”

“Come on,” Smiling Kageyama says. “You can sit down on the couch for a minute.”

Like some kind of bizarre dream the two Kageyamas herd Shouyou into their house.

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I know it’s been awhile, but could you do more kagehina where Tobio can see dead people? I absolutely fell in love with that AU when I first read it

I love this AU a lot too~ Poor Tobio, his life is really complicated.

Part one is here, part two is here, part three is here.

Tobio is used to feeling awkward but he rarely feels as awkward as he does loitering outside Sakanoshita Shop until his boyfriend who is not his boyfriend and said boyfriend who is not his boyfriend’s teammates show up. He should have just waited at the school, maybe even watching practice. Instead he thought that he would be better off going home for a while and meeting up with them later. Now that it’s later and Tobio is early he wishes that he’d just let himself be bored.

He knows that the ghost is there before he sees her because Hitomi grabs his hand and makes a small upset noise, shifting around until she’s tucked into his side. Tobio turns his head in time to see the middle aged lady finish sliding out of the wall of Sakanoshita Shop. Her eyes alight on Sakugo first and she scowls at him.

“Get out of here!”

“Chill out, baachan,” Sakugo says.

The lady puffs up, standing straighter to reach her full height which really isn’t much. “Don’t you take that tone with me. There’s no reason for you to be here so shoo.”

Sakugo rolls his eyes at her. Tobio hopes she doesn’t decide to attack him because he really doesn’t have time to break up a ghost fight. He’s trying to appear as normal as possible so any volleyball player shaped people who see him from a distance think he’s a good, sane boyfriend. 

Dammit. His life just keeps getting more complicated.

“It’s fine, I’m here with him,” Sakugo says, pointing at Tobio. The lady follows the line of his arm and Tobio makes sure to look right at her so she knows he can see her.

He can see the moment she registers his eyes. Her expression goes slack with surprise and she blinks her dark eyes at him several times like she can’t believe what she’s seeing. “You’re a medium.”

“Yeah,” Tobio grunts, looking around quickly to make sure there’s no one nearby who can hear him talking to the air.

“You’re not with the gang, are you?” She seems a bit suspicious when she asks, like she can’t be sure.

Tobio blinks. “What gang?”

“The gang!” she cries. “How have you not noticed the gang?”

Tobio is starting to think that the gang is long gone. The older a ghost is the more displaced in time and disjointed from mortal reality they become. Morishi, for example, is constantly underwhelmed by threats to Tobio’s life because at this point she’s forgotten how mortality even works. She’s mostly just nosy and over-concerned with Tobio’s love life. This ghost probably had lots of run-ins with gangs in her life and she’s forgotten that they moved on a long time ago.

As far as Tobio knows there hasn’t been a serious gang here for fifty years.

“Tobio-chan,” Morishi says, rushing into view like a comet. “I think you upset your betrothed by not being there today. He was so worried that you weren’t coming. Poor dear, he missed you so much that he didn’t even do well during his athletics.”

Tobio flushes at the idea of Hinata missing him and whips his head around to tell Morishi not to call Hinata his betrothed for the millionth time. He catches sight Hinata and the rest of the volleyball team coming down the hill out of the corner of his eye and stops, trying not to look weird. Jiiya floats among them, probably collecting gossip like some old lady, and trailing behind them is one of the ghosts that Tobio sees around school all the time but has never spoken to. He must be haunting one of the other team members.

This is just what Tobio needs; more distractions while he’s trying to make a good impression. Or remake a good impression. Paste over his old bad impression with a good impression? This isn’t the first time he’s meeting half these people, hell it’s probably like the fifth, but it’s the first time he’s meeting them in an official capacity as Hinata’s boyfriend and he’s never wanted other people to not think he’s a freak more in his life.

“Who cares about that?” the Sakanoshita Shop lady practically shrieks. “You’ve got to help me with the gang, medium!”

“Listen,” Tobio says in a low voice, trying to move his lips as little as he possibly can. “I’ll talk to you about your dumb problems or whatever later. I’m busy right now. Go away.”

“Yeah,” Sakugo says. “Kageyama’s got his love life to deal with.”

Tobio tries to shoot Sakugo the most murderous glare he can without looking like a crazy person but Hinata chooses that moment to catch sight of him. Even from this far away he perks up, bouncing a little in place.

“How can you worry about your love life? My shop is in danger!”

Hinata breaks into a run, headed right for Tobio. A really fast run.

“Oh, fuck,” is all Tobio can say before Hinata launches himself at him.

They don’t go down but it’s a close call. Tobio barely manages to steady himself and Hinata without falling backwards onto the pavement and killing them both. One of his hands ends up on Hinata’s butt to keep him balance, which is the worst thing in the universe because it makes his face go up in flames. He can hear Sakugo laughing like he’s going to die all over again.

“Dumbass, what the fuck?” Tobio snaps, his voice loud between them.

Hinata crashes their mouths together in an excited kiss.

They never really talked about public displays of affection and they never really worried about it. Tobio assumed at some point he’d have to hold Hinata’s hand and he liked to pretend that he didn’t get distracted by thinking about Hinata’s lips during class. What he did not expect was sudden kisses in public.

Hinata’s lucky Tobio doesn’t drop him. Instead Tobio gives in way too easily. The rest of the volleyball club isn’t close enough to tell if they’re really kissing or just pretending but Tobio kisses Hinata anyway. He moves his lips and tells himself he’s doing it just to look convincing in case anyone in the volleyball club is an expert on what other people kissing looks like. 

It’s Tobio’s first kiss so he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be doing but pulling Hinata closer and pinching Hinata’s lower lip between his own seems like a good place to start.

Hinata makes a noise and Tobio’s not sure what kind of noise it’s supposed to be. Does he hate it? Does he love it? Tobio is not well versed in Hinata’s kissing noises. He finds he really wants Hinata to like it. He really wants Hinata to want to do it again.

Tobio is a bit pathetic.

Hinata pulls away with a loud smacking of lips and Tobio stares up at him feeling dazed. He tries to search Hinata’s expression, tries to figure out what is going on.

“Tobio-chan,” Morishi says, scandalized. “You should be keeping that kind of business to your bedroom.”

Tobio feels like he’s been simultaneously dunked in ice water and lit on fire. The world is suddenly much larger than Tobio and Hinata and the space, or lack of it, between them.

“Hinata,” Tobio says and his voice comes out of his throat sounding strangled. Hinata laughs at him.

He’s not a fae, he’s a demon.

Hinata hops off of Tobio, once again unbalancing everything as Tobio tries to make up for the sudden change in his center of gravity. Hinata steadies him by grabbing his hand and Tobio doesn’t pull away because this is kind of the point. He looks up to see the rest of the volleyball club arriving, stopping in little groups in front of Sakanoshita Shop. They’re all looking at him and Tobio immediately feels self-conscious. 

“Uh,” he says, wondering what he’s supposed to do.

“Kageyama, this is the Karasuno Volleyball Club. Everyone, this is Kageyama, my boyfriend.”

“What about the gang?” the Sakanoshita Shop lady complains.

Tobio swallows hard. This is going to be a very difficult afternoon.

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@tehfuckign I BLAME YOU FOR THIS

Hercules AU based on this post shdkfhskjdfh

“Uhm, excuse me?” Shouyou asks.

The centaur turns and the beautiful man in his giant hand stops pushing at his fingers long enough to eye Shouyou up and down. Shouyou clears his throat and puffs out his chest. He is a hero, trained by the great Kuroo for years. He can do this.

“I’m going to have to ask you to unhand that young man.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” the young man in question says.

This throws Shouyou for a loop. “Aren’t you in distress?”

The man resumes shoving at the fingers holding him. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Get lost.”

Shouyou stares before pulling himself together. “You might be a bit too close to the situation to understand how much danger you’re-”

Maybe Shouyou should have expected the punch coming. The good news is that he’s dealt with worse. The bad news is that it still sends him flying.

He ends up face down in the water, pulling himself up with a gasp. His sword is gone, lost in the water, and he can hear Kuroo shouting at him. 

“Use your head, Chibi-chan!”

Well, that’s one way of doing it. Afterwords his head really hurts, though.

While Bokuto does his victory dance, complete with complicated wing movements that can only be called showing off, Shouyou combs the water for his sword. That’s when he remembers the beautiful man, who has pulled himself out of the water looking pissed.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

The man’s eye twitches. “What does it look like, dumbass?”

Shouyou looks him over. Soaked in water, his outfit now clings to his chest and makes it look very, very nice.

“Honestly,” Shouyou says, “you look great.”

Behind the man’s back Kuroo smacks his own forhead. The man pushes a sleeve up on his arm and balls his hand into a fist, taking a threatening step forward. Shouyou scrambles backwards a few steps in the water, nearly slipping on a rock.

“It was a compliment!”

“Like fucking hell!”

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hey I really like your fics, can you do 45 for kagehina if you are still doing those? Thank you very much

hello hello~! Thank you so much for your request. I’m very sorry that this is so late but I hope you enjoy it anyway~

45. pretending to hate each other au for kagehina

Tobio jumps to wakefulness, flailing his arms and legs out to take out any would be attackers. He doesn’t get very far because he’s forced to grab hold of the person carrying him or fall to his death.

“Oh my god,” Tobio says, shutting his eyes again and burying his face in the Little Giant’s fluffy orange hair.

“Alright there, Tobio?” the Little Giant, aka Hinata Shouyou, says. His voice is teasing but under it is a layer of concern that warms Tobio’s heart.

“What happened?” Tobio croaks, keeping his eyes shut tight so that he doesn’t have to see the rapidly approaching city. He knows he’s safe, the Little Giant would never let anything bad happen to him because that would ruin his superhero image and Shouyou would never let anything bad happen to him because the apartment would get lonely, but it doesn’t stop the lurch in his stomach from being terrifying.

“You were captured by Duplicate,” the Little Giant says. “I checked, he doesn’t know about us. It was just a wrong place, wrong time kind of situation.”

“But you saved me,” Tobio says, breathing in the alien sunshine smell the Little Giant gives off when he uses his powers. He’s going to need to take a shower when he gets home or everyone will know who he is.

“Of course,” the Little Giant says. “The Little Giant saves everyone. Me, though, I’ll always save you.”

Tobio presses his face further into the fluffy orange hair. His memories of his time with Duplicate are coming back and they’re chilling. Tobio was going to be cut up and used as materials. His eyes are stinging. “Shouyou.”

“None of that,” the Little Giant says. “We’re almost to the ground.”

Tobio grits his teeth and remembers their arrangement, the strategy they have to make sure that no one realizes that Tobio’s boyfriend Shouyou and the Little Giant are the same person. He doesn’t want to do it. Right now he wants nothing more than to stay in Shouyou’s safe arms just a little longer, to feel safe and loved and to tell Shouyou how worth the danger he is. This isn’t Shouyou, though, this is the Little Giant. He’s as impenetrable as the sun, like his father before him, and he doesn’t need Tobio the boyfriend right now. The Little Giant needs Tobio the skeptical reporter and so that’s who he’s got to be.

He pulls his face out of the Little Giant’s hair and watches as they fall the last hundred feet to the sidewalk. There are other reporters already here. The Little Giant puts on the breaks and the landing is soft, especially by Little Giant standards. Tobio unclasps his hands from around the Little Giant’s neck and disentangles himself as fast as possible, practically jumping out of the Little Giant’s arms instead of staying curled up in them like he wants to.

Tobio whirls on the Little Giant and the anger is easy to dig up. He doesn’t want to play this game right now. He’s stressed and he just nearly died. He doesn’t want the Little Giant, he want’s Shouyou and the Little Giant is just in his way.

“None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for you,” Tobio spits.

The Little Giant looks taken aback, his face going soft like Shouyou’s does when he’s surprised, and Tobio realizes that his eyes are still stinging with tears. 

“Kageyama-san,” the Little Giant starts, unsure, and Tobio wipes angrily at his eyes, trying to get rid of the fearful tears that are starting to spill over.

“The villains are here because of you,” Tobio says, not letting the Little Giant get a word in edgewise. “We didn’t have a problem with super-villains until you came along.”

“Kageyama-san, please calm down,” a police officer says, putting a hand on Tobio’s shoulder. “I’m sure you just had a very traumatic experience but it doesn’t do you any good to blame it on the Little Giant.”

“It’s fine, officer,” the Little Giant says while Tobio seethes at being told to calm down by someone who doesn’t understand what Tobio is dealing with. “He’s always like this.”

“Someone has to be critical,” Tobio snaps.

“Please make sure he gets a full medial check-up,” the Little Giant says. “I want to make sure he’s extremely healthy. I’d hate to have anyone accuse me of trying to get rid of him. I’ll pay for it, of course.”

Tobio’s jaw clenches. The Little Giant turns and flies away without a backwards glance and Tobio screams up after him, “How are you gonna pay for that, asshole? No one actually pays you for this hero crap. You’re just putting more strain on society.”

The Little Giant ignores him and the officer tries to pull him away. “Come on, you heard the hero.”

“No,” Tobio snaps, trying to shake off the officer’s grip. He doesn’t need a medical checkup, he needs to go home where no one will be watching him and he can process his day in peace.

“None of that, now,” the officer reprimands. “The Little Giant ordered you a full medical work-up and that’s what you’re going to get.”

“That bastard,” Tobio can’t help but grumble. “He thinks he knows what’s best for everyone.”

“Well, he is a superhuman entity,” the officer comments.

Tobio lets the officer pull him towards the ambulance. “No,” Tobio says to himself, the fight draining out of his shoulders. “He’s just a man.”

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(from the kagehina art u reblogged:) #not out loud #never out loud -- this makes me think of kags singing "i won't say i'm in love" about hinata and like the second years or s/t being the muses alkjfasldfjas;df

omfg I keep thinking about the line “check the grin you’re in love” from that song and

also, Ennoshita is the leader muse and Noya is the short one hksjdhfksjhdkfhksd I wish I had art skills 

Also Oikawa as Hades anyone?

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Ahhh, if you don’t mind could you do some more Reporter!Tobio and Hero!Shouyou? I read it and I’ve been obsessed ever since

!!! I absolutely can!!! (I also love this au a whole awful lot)

Previous fic is here.

Tobio doesn’t realize that he’s shaking until the paramedics make him sit down. He shakes and shakes and shakes, staring at his hands to try and get them to stop. A paramedic sits in front of him and tells him to breathe. He wants to tell them to mind their own business but they might be right so he just lets them talk him through it. It’s better than remembering the things that happened in Duplicate’s lair.

It’s impressions, the visceral terror of being held down and the smell of formaldehyde thick in his nose, that he keeps dwelling on. He remembers the feeling of soft latex drifting over his skin and the sound of water droplets echoing. That drove him nuts the most. He had half a mind to ask for a wrench so he could locate the dripping faucet and fix it himself. Also, so he could hit Duplicate over the head with it and get the hell out of there.

He’s still shaking when they take him to the hospital to get checked over. He’s not shaking anymore when Hinata Shouyou bursts through the door of his examination room looking panicked.

Tobio is always amazed at how unlike the Little Giant Shouyou looks. They both have wild orange hair and small statures but Shouyou looks like a normal guy. He’s clumsy where the Little Giant is graceful, his eyes are a simple brown where the Little Giant’s are an intense amber that seems lit from within, and he’s constantly making goofy faces where the Little Giant always looks put together. On top of that, somehow, even though they’re exactly the same height and exactly the same person, Shouyou always looks so much smaller than the Little Giant.

“Tobio!” Shouyou cries out and then he falls flat on his nearly indestructible face. The nurses giggle, Tobio glares.

“Careful, dumbass.”

The nurse turns to Tobio. “I’ve got all the information I need. I’ll go let the doctor know and he should be in to see you in a little bit, okay?”

Tobio nods jerkily. The nurse heads out the door, sliding past Shouyou where he’s scrambling to his feet.

Shouyou bounces up to Tobio’s bedside. “Are you okay?”

Tobio’s current position is overkill. He’s propped up, thankfully still in his own clothes, on a hospital bed with an IV and several leads hooked up to seemingly random places on his body, checking to make sure there are no lasting physical effects from Duplicate. He told them multiple times that he doesn’t need all this shit, that he’s fine, but they insisted on running a full check-up anyway. Little Giant’s orders.

“I’m fine,” Tobio says. “They’re just being paranoid because some asshole told them to.” Tobio pulls a face at Shouyou. 

Shouyou smiles back, a little lopsided and wistful. “I’m glad he did. This way I know for sure that you’re okay.”

Tobio scowls and reaches for Shouyou’s head with his free hand, tangling his fingers in Shouyou’s hair and squeezing. He can’t hurt Shouyou, not physically, but Shouyou does him the favor of acting. He always has.

“Ow, Tobio,” Shouyou whines, grabbing Tobio’s wrist with both hands as if he’s trying to pry Tobio off.

“Dumbass,” Tobio complains. “Don’t worry about me so much.” Tobio eases off, mostly because Shouyou’s hair feels softer with a light touch.

“I always worry about you,” Shouyou says with a pout. He’s still holding Tobio’s hand to his hair and he holds Tobio’s gaze. For a moment, just a moment, Shouyou’s eyes burn gold. “I’ll never stop worrying about you.”

Tobio can feel himself starting to blush so he pushes on Shouyou’s head. Shouyou lets him shove his face down, he even squawks with surprise, and Tobio pulls his hand free of Shouyou’s hair.

“Dumbass.” 

Shouyou lifts his head and his expression is serious. Even without the glow in his eyes he looks more like the Little Giant than usual. “Tobio, I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“I was always going to be okay,” Tobio says weakly. Shouyou just shakes his head.

“I wasn’t.”

Tobio sighs and reaches out, this time for the side of Shouyou’s face. Tobio doesn’t have to be gentle, he never does, but he is anyway. He pulls lightly and Shouyou comes closer until Tobio is able to wrap his non-IVed arm around Shouyou’s waist and huddle him into his chest. Two of the leads that are monitoring Tobio’s vitals dig in from the pressure but Tobio ignores them.

“It’s okay, Shou. I’m fine.”

Shouyou holds on to Tobio’s shirt and doesn’t say anything. Tobio pushes his face into Shouyou’s fluffy hair. Instead of sunshine it smells like their shampoo at home. They stay like that, the stiffness falling out of Tobio’s limbs the longer they breathe together, until the doctor knocks on the door.

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Kagehina coffee shop AU where Kags and Hina are college students but Hina is a barista and Kags is a very stressed medical student, and Kags just storms into the cafe one day and when Hina takes his order Kags screams BLACK LIKE MY SOUL, realizes what he said, then sprints out the cafe in embarrasement. The next day he comes back really late at night desperate for a coffee so he could study, and Hina just winks and hands Kags a coffee. It's very bitter and Kags gives death glare. Hina laughs.

Ehehe omg I’ve been excited to write this for a while are you ready for Tobio’s Terrible Coffee Shop Adventure?

Dead Week is literal hell.

At this point Tobio is going to pass his exams out of spite. He’s going to be in the 99th percentile, he’s going to get the best grades in this entire damn university and he’s going to do it because Dead Week is hell and he’s completely done with it. Either that or he’s going to have a mental break and commit a few murders.

Tobio stayed up way too late last night trying to cram medical jargon into his brain. He’s exhausted and has a seven am class because his bio-lab professor hates life. It’s not Tobio’s fault that he’s angry. Probably.

In order to survive graduate school every student knows that you have to consume ridiculous amounts of caffeine. With that in mind Tobio swings by Survival Cafe, Karasuno Universities most popular coffee shop that was named by some asshole that thought he was funny. Tobio isn’t amused but they also have the cheapest, strongest coffee on campus so that’s where he goes.

When Tobio opens the door he may do it a bit rougher than is strictly necessary and he may stomp to the counter looking a bit more psychotic than is usually advised but he’s had a long week.

The barista at the counter is new. He’s got orange hair that looks like it’s never seen a brush and a sickeningly cheery smile for someone working at a campus coffee shop during Dead Week at half past six in the morning. Tobio immediately hates him but that’s mostly because he’s attractive and Tobio hates attractive guys on principle. Every cute guy he’s ever met turned out to be the devil. This is just Tobio being proactive.

“What can I do you for?” the pretty guy who’s nametag reads ‘Hinata’ in messy kanji asks.

Tobio can practically feel his eye twitching. “I just want coffee.”

“Cool, cool,” Hinata says. “Latte, mocha, what?”

“Coffee,” Tobio repeats.

“Okay,” Hinata says slowly, like he’s talking to someone extremely stupid. Tobio hates this attractive barista so much. “But how do you want your coffee?”

Tobio blames Dead Week. He blames Hinata. He blames spite and his dream of being a doctor and most of all he blames Oikawa Tooru (he blames Oikawa for everything but that’s a story for another time). He blames Karasuno University for the mental break that drives him to shout, “Black like my soul, asshole!” at the top of his lungs.

There’s a moment of silence. Hinata blinks at him, other patrons blink at him, Tobio would be blinking at himself if his face wasn’t heating up faster than his ancient laptop trying to load the student portal. There’s nothing else to do, nothing to recover, so Tobio turns on his heel and runs away.

The rest of his day is the worst. Without coffee he suffers. Bio-lab is terrible, pathology is worse. The Starbucks two blocks off campus, which Tobio is forced to walk to instead of buckling down to fit more studying in, doesn’t provide him with nearly the quality that Survival Cafe usually does. Tobio muddles through somehow and then muddles through most of the next day too, not willing to risk going back to Survival Cafe.

Except that he needs to. He’s dying. Starbucks just doesn’t cut it and he can’t focus without his caffeine fix. At five pm, long after most people would give up on coffee fixing their problems, Tobio gives up on fixing his problems without coffee. Begrudgingly praying that Hinata isn’t there Tobio returns to Survival Cafe.

God hates Kageyama Tobio because Hinata stands behind the counter still looking ridiculously attractive. He actually smiles when he sees Tobio, which makes Tobio’s cheeks catch fire. He opens his mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to ask for his coffee calmly like an adult, but Hinata beats him to it.

“I got you,” Hinata says, turning around.

Tobio stares at him. Is he being ignored? What kind of bullshit customer service is this?

“What the fuck?” Tobio asks.

He really is being ignored. Hinata continues to do something with the coffee machines and Tobio is going to blow a fuse. Before he can make an ass of himself again, though, Hinata turns around. He has a to-go cup of coffee in his hands and a proud, sparkling smile on his face.

“Here,” Hinata says, setting it down on the counter. Tobio eyes him suspiciously.

“What, is it poisoned?”

Hinata laughs. “You’re funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, asshole.”

“Just take the coffee.”

“I don’t want your poisoned coffee.”

“It’s on the house.”

Tobio freezes. Free coffee. That’s actually... really awesome. Sure, it could be poisoned, but it’s also free. Tobio’s just like every other student at this stupid school; in desperate need of money. 

Hesitantly, Tobio reaches out and picks up the cup of coffee. It’s warm in his hand. He sniffs it carefully. It smells like coffee, like the ability to study all night and ace his exams and follow his dreams. He weighs the pros and cons. On one hand, it could be fine and he gets free coffee to help him study. On the other hand, he could die. At least then he wouldn’t have to study anymore.

What the hell, Tobio figures, and he takes a sip.

It’s bitter. It’s so fucking bitter Tobio almost chokes on it. He drinks black coffee regularly and he’s never had coffee this bitter. What did Hinata do to it? Did he burn it?

“Just like your soul,” Hinata says, winking.

Tobio glares at Hinata as hard as he can and he hears Hinata make a quiet, high pitched noise. “I’m going to kill you.”

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Me and the Prophet are Both in the Business of Souls Fandom: Haikyuu Pairings: KageHina, TsukkiYama, TsukkiYamaYachi Rating: Mature Word Count: 15k Summary: The five of them gather on the couch, the screen in front of them so large it fills the entire wall. Tsukishima is at one end, his fingers clicking on his keyboard as he pulls up file after file on the screen and organizes them into groups. Next to him, Yamaguchi squints at the files and makes thoughtful humming noises in the back of his throat occasionally. At the other end of the couch Kageyama and Shouyou fight over popcorn. As in literally fight. Tsukishima is going to kill them when he realizes that they’ve spilled some of it on the carpet and into the cracks between the cushions in their tussling.

In the middle Hitoka can’t help but feel content. They’re about to plan a crime, one that will set them on a path of danger, but somehow she wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Thieves, Alternate Universe - Leverage Fusion, Aged-Up Character(s), Plot Twists upon Plot Twists, Attempted Murder, Everyone is at least one flavor of bamf, References to Events that Happen Before the Plot, Unsafe Shenanigans that You Should Not Try At Home, No One Gets Along and Yamaguchi is Very Tired, Heist, Interfering With a Government Agency, shifting pov, Unreliable Narrator, slow burn

alsjdhfksjdhf it’s finally here. I’m sorry this was such a struggle and it became so late. 

This is part one of the Leverage!AU that I have been looking forward to writing for @esselley for months now. It’s tagged as mature but nothing mature happens until part two and three. I hope you all enjoy~ 

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Could you do 1. soulmates for kagehina pleasssse

1. soulmates au for kagehina

For most people, soulmates are an urban myth. For Tobio, they’re reality.

Being half of a fated pair is strange. Sometimes he gets impressions, like his day is going really well or really poorly for no reason at all. Sometimes he feels things that aren’t there, like a hand on his forehead or a bruise. Most of the time, though, he is just trying to hide the marks that tell him the story of his soulmate’s life so people won’t ask.

They’re like tattoos that move and live on their own, evolving. When he’s five his soulmate gets a dog for New Years and a puppy lives on his skin. It grows up and when Tobio is eleven it disappears along with a gut wrenching wave of sadness that leaves him foul tempered for weeks. There’s a red haired little girl that likes hiding in his armpit and making faces at him in the shower. Tobio’s favorite, by far, is the volleyball that bounces around his skin. Sometimes it rests still in the small of his back or in his palm like his soulmate has put it down and other times it flies from his shoulder to his hip to his calf to his wrist as if someone is passing it from place to place. Tobio likes those times best.

Tobio imagines that when he meets his soulmate they’ll play volleyball together. Maybe at Shiratorizawa, the best school in the prefecture, or at one of the top universities. Maybe they’ll meet playing for the Olympic team. Tobio does not go to Shiratorizawa. They loose in middle school because Tobio is too focused, too driven, and his team rejects him. He dreams of an orange haired boy who has the raw talent and drive to do anything and a team loved him anyway and wakes up wanting.

In the spring he goes to Karasuno and meets that orange haired boy again and he’s angry. It feels like his anger is amplified, like it’s coming from every direction. He’s so angry that he doesn’t notice until that night that a crow has appeared on his skin. It likes sitting on the volleyball but sometimes it flies in sweeping arcs and Tobio watches it and thinks of an orange haired little girl who laughs at the crow from the inside of his elbow.

“You,” Tobio says the next morning at the crack of dawn and he feels a jolt of something that isn’t his. It’s like anger or fear or maybe sadness.

“Whadya want?” Hinata asks, getting right into Tobio’s space.

“Do you have a soulmate?”

“What?” Hinata says, suddenly flustered and backing away. He looks anxious and Tobio’s soulmate has such a raw throb of panic that Tobio knows that Hinata is it. “Why would you ask something like that?”

No one is here yet so Tobio pulls his shirt over his head and watches the volleyball bounce on his belly button like it’s been dropped there. He looks up and Hinata is staring at it too. Hinata’s eyes travel over Tobio’s skin, watching the crow that showed up yesterday caw soundlessly. From under Tobio’s right arm a redheaded little girl, probably around three now, peeks out and smiles at Hinata.

Hinata swallows hard. “You think we’re soulmates?” Hinata asks and he sounds nervous.

Tobio looks down at himself. “I think it’s pretty clear that we are.”

Hinata lifts a hand up like he wants to touch them but then he doesn’t. Instead he turns it into ruffling the back of his own hair and laughs awkwardly. “Nah, you’re just jumping to conclusions.”

Tobio glares. “Don’t lie to me, dumbass.”

With a sigh Hinata deflates. “Yeah, okay so we’re soulmates.”

“You knew?” Tobio asks, angry. All those dreams where he thought he wanted what Hinata had but instead he just wanted Hinata. This could all have been avoided if Hinata had just told him. 

“I didn’t want to tell you until we can play together on the same level,” Hinata insists but that does nothing to stop Tobio’s rage.

“How long?” Hinata glares back at him, as if Tobio’s anger is boiling over into him. “How long?” Tobio repeats when Hinata doesn’t say anything. 

"Since this happened,” Hinata says and he jerks his shirt up.

Resting just below Hinata’s bellybutton is a broken, tarnished crown. It looks like someone dropped it a lot time ago and left it there. Instantly Tobio knows what it is, what it represents, and he nearly jerks back at the sight of it.

“Kageyama.” Hinata’s voice is softer than Tobio’s ever heard it as he runs his fingers over the crown like he can feel it. “Why did this happen?”

Tobio tears his eyes away from the crown, his crown, and looks at Hinata’s face. Hinata is already looking at him. He seems curious and sad and Tobio opens his mouth to respond. He’s not sure what he’s going to say, maybe explain what happened or try to comfort Hinata’s concerned look away? Before he can, though, he’s interrupted.

“What the hell are you guys doing?" Tanaka cries out, running up to them. “You can’t just stand around with your shirt off Kageyama, that’s no way to- holy crap are those soulmate marks? Whoa, that’s so cool.”

Tobio and Hinata both blush at the proof of their connection on full display and Tobio scrambles to put his shirt back on.

Later that week when Tobio finally tosses to Hinata, helps Hinata feel like he’s proved himself, his fingers turn the color of a sunset. For the rest of his life they are streaked in oranges and purples and blues and he uses them to trace the sun that tracks its way across Hinata’s shoulder blades as if they are the sky.

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Okay so ever since I got this ask last night all I could think about was Kageyamas POV in the universe from this ficlet and it’s sequel and then I woke up to this amazing reply from @esselley so I guess... surprise I’m taking a detour from today’s prompts. Forgive me yall. (also @somemorebeans was asking for more too~)

Uhm, this is a bit of a prequel. The story of how half-fae Hinata met all-my-friends-are-ghosts Tobio.

New school year, new school, same problems. Tobio keeps his head down as he walks through the halls so that he doesn’t accidentally end up staring at any of the ghosts mixed in with the population. Some of them are here haunting students or teachers, some of them are haunting the school itself, and yet others are here to haunt the plot of land the school once was.

“Tobio-chan,” Morishi tuts. “Chin up, good impressions are important on a first day.”

He can’t stop himself from glancing at her where she glides beside him. Her eyes are sunken black pools with only the glint of brown irises to give them color. Her skin is pale and her eternally perfect hair is gray and her kimono is spotless. She’s translucent, light and impressions filtering through behind her.

“Don’t worry, champ,” Jiiya says. His eyes were dark in life and it makes their blackness bottomless now. His business suit is in tatters, blood streaked skin and injuries visible through the gaps in the fabric. “High school is way better than middle school.”

Tobio almost nods and then chastises himself. He’s trying not to do that anymore. People don’t like it when you nod at nothing.

Class is boring. Class is so mindbogglingly boring that he ends up helping Sakugo, a fourteen year old who died in World War II whose been haunting Tobio since he was twelve, and one of the classroom ghosts who looks like a kid Tobio’s age whose face is half smashed in play hangman on the corner of his paper. Sakugo’s word is unsurprisingly a swear. He’s so caught up in it that he doesn’t notice that class is over until Jiiya points out that everyone is leaving and he has to scramble to collect his things so he doesn’t look like a freak.

It’s on his way off campus that he spots the orange haired boy.

As previously mentioned, his hair is orange which is enough of an oddity that it draws Tobio’s eye. He’s running in the opposite direction of Tobio and he’s wearing the school’s gym uniform. Something about him seems off. Maybe it’s just Tobio’s intuition but the guy’s hair is too wild, his eyes are too bright, he’s too short, he’s just too something and it makes the hair on the back of Tobio’s neck stand on end. As the guy runs past he makes eye contact with Tobio and time seems to stand still. For a long moment Tobio thinks that he sees catlike slits where the guy’s pupils should be but then the moment is gone and the guy passes him by.

Tobio stops in the hall and turns to watch him weave through the students and pass through one ghost, going just a little faster than is probably advisable.

Jiiya floats over to stare after him with Tobio. “Something’s up with that little dude.”

“Yeah,” Tobio says, forgetting where he is for a moment.

“Were you talking to me?” Someone asks and Tobio glances to the side to see someone living, an upperclassman by the looks of him, blinking curiously at Tobio.

“Oh, he’s handsome,” Morishi coos. “Isn’t he, Tobio-chan?”

“Baachan, his nose looks like a beak,” Sakugo says. “You need your eyes checked.”

“No,” Tobio says, trying not to laugh. His nose does look like a beak. “I’m good.”

The upperclassman raises his eyebrows, looking confused. Tobio isn’t entirely sure what he did wrong but be bows and says a quiet excuse me before continuing on his way.

Over the course of the next week his quick to become the freak. Too many long pauses, too much staring at nothing. Tobio gives up by Friday, it’s not worth trying, and the whispers get worse.

Tobio sees the orange haired guy for more times over the course of the next three weeks. Each time he can’t help but stare. There’s something off about him, something magnetic. Jiiya follows him around for a while and informs Tobio in class, completely unnecessarily ruining Tobio’s attempts to pay attention and stopping Tobio from telling him to shut up for fear of becoming even more of an outcast, that his name is Hinata and that he plays volleyball. He’s apparently fast, jumps high, somewhat clumsy, and somewhat of an idiot. Morishi insists that he’s cute and would make a lovely husband, Sakugo is bored by everyone’s fascination with him, and Hitomi is quickly and single-mindedly obsessed.

That alone almost convinces Tobio to talk to the orange haired guy. Hitomi is Tobio’s oldest friend, an eight year old ghost whose been haunting Tobio as long as he can remember. She’s quiet and shy but she was Tobio’s playmate all throughout childhood.

It’s Hitomi that wakes Tobio up on a Wednesday night, blowing cold air across his neck and making him blink awake groggily with a mumbled, “what?”

“Bad ghost,” Hitomi says. “Jiiya-nii was wandering around and he got caught by a bad ghost.”

Tobio is awake immediately. Ghosts can consume each other for life force, in fact it’s the most common way for ghosts to make themselves stronger. Living donors work to but finding someone willing to give up their life force to bolster a ghost’s strength and give them the temporary power to possess objects is pretty low.

“What?” Tobio repeats.

“Jiiya was being an idiot,” Sakugo sighs. “He can’t leave well enough alone and he followed that Hinata kid-”

“What?” Tobio repeats again, this time a little angry. “Where?”

“This way,” Hitomi says and she phases through the wall next to Tobio’s window. He yanks it open and starts to climb out.

“Tobio-chan, your nightclothes,” Morishi cries, shocked.

“No time,” Tobio grunts, dropping his bare feet onto the dewey grass below.

Morishi lectures him as he runs, Sakugo trailing behind looking annoyed and harassed. Hitomi keeps ahead of him and Tobio follows her until he comes to the mouth of an alleyway. He can hear crashing and he peeks around the corner.

The dumpster has been possessed. Tobio can see the aura of tendrils that objects get when there are ghosts in them. The dumpster lurches forward, trying to pin Hinata between it and the wall, and Hinata pitches to the side to avoid it. Jiiya is caught in a tendril and he’s fading fast, his life force being sucked up like milk through a straw.

Tobio curses. He should have brought chalk, he could exorcise the ghost that way.

He turns to his ghost entourage. “I need something to write on the street or the wall with.”

They scatter and Tobio is left useless in the mouth of the alleyway as Hinata glows and produces so much wind pressure that it knocks the dumpster back against the opposite wall, leaving a dent.

“Watch it, you’ll leave marks,” Tobio calls, annoyed.

“Gah!” Hinata flounders, whipping around. His eyes really do have pupils like cats now and when his mouth opens the teeth look razor sharp. He looks almost fae but that’s impossible. “Who are you?”

“None of your business,” Tobio says.

Sakugo appears next to him. “There’s a sharpie in this building but I’d have to break the glass. I don’t have the energy to do that.”

Tobio sighs. “Come on, then.”

“What?” Hinata calls, confused. Tobio ignores him.

Letting a ghost in is always weird. For a minute Tobio sees double. There’s his vision, ghostly auras and Hinata’s slightly sharp looking features, and then Sakugo’s vision that is far more metaphysical. Through Sakugo’s eyes Hinata looks almost animalistic and the dumpster has so many arms that it makes Tobio dizzy. He feels the draw then, like someone is pulling his soul out through his spine, and it makes him tired. Sakugo leaves shortly after, off like a multicolored shot, and Tobio sags under the sudden fatigue.

“What the hell was that?” Hinata asks, eyes wide. “You were, like, a twelve year old for a second there.”

“Sakugo,” Tobio sighs. “He’s not twelve.” Tobio glances up to see the dumpster reering back, Jiiya flailing in it’s tendrils. “Watch out!”

Hinata tries to dodge but he’s just a little too slow and he gets clipped by the dumpster. It’s not enough to injure him but it must hurt because Hinata complains.

“Oh, dear,” Morishi sighs, appearing suddenly. “Your betrothed is in danger.”

Tobio feels his eye twitch. “He’s not my- oh, nevermind.”

“What?” Hinata shouts over the sound of the dumpster shifting around.

“I said ‘pay attention, dumbass’,” Tobio shouts back.

There’s a crash and a floating sharpie comes rocketing around the corner, it’s possessed aura tendrils flapping behind it. Tobio reaches out and Sakugo flies into his outstretched hand before leaving the sharpie, a boy sliding out of a space where a boy didn’t use to be.

“Keep it busy,” Tobio shouts at Hinata.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Hinata shouts back.

“Failing,” Tobio snaps, bending down and starting to draw.

The dumpster crashes around, making a terrible vessel for a ghost. It’s slow and clumsy and Hinata keeps conjuring elements to push it back. The script Tobio draws is faint in places and Tobio has to go over it multiple times before he’s sure it’s complete. This is why he likes chalk, it will draw on anything.

“Shit,” Hinata exclaims as the dumpster literally swallows him with the garbage.

Tobio scowls and pushes his hands to the rune, concentrating.

It pulls at his soul like donating energy does and he feels himself rising in a wave and crashing down on the dumpster, burning the ghost out of it. The ghost shrieks and leaves, releasing an alarmingly faint Jiiya as it goes. It’s a woman, or at least Tobio thinks it was once. When spirits go bad they lose their humanity and become malevolent creatures. This one has a lot of mouths but it also has boobs so Tobio would bet good money that it was a woman.

Tobio feels woozy from spending so much energy and the ghost can see that so it rounds on him. Before it makes it Sakugo, Morishi, and Hitomi converge on it. They tear it apart, sucking it down like it was trying to do to Jiiya and they all glow a little brighter as it dims. The sound is horrible and Tobio just wants to go home but he has a few things left to do.

“What happened?” Hinata calls from inside the echoy chamber of the dumpster. “Did you kill it?”

Ignoring Hinata Tobio stumbles over to Jiiya’s faded form. “Come on,” Tobio sighs.

“I don’t want to cause you trouble, Tobio-kun,” Jiiya says, his voice almost static.

“Hurry up,” Tobio says. “I don’t have all night.”

“What’s up?” Hinata asks, poking his head out of the trash just in time to watch Jiiya slide into Tobio’s body.

This time Hinata looks mostly normal. His eyes are still a little weird but the animalistic quality is gone even from the metaphysical ghost sight. Jiiya pulls and Tobio’s wooziness wins. He might be too tired to do this after all.

With a sway Tobio goes down, landing face first on the concrete floor of the alleyway and passing out.

Need more? Part two is here, part three is here, part four is here.