#ushijima x oc

[izumi-07]

HYACINTH

Yan!Prince's Oikawa and Ushijima x OC [Qetsiyah Nataleen]

An empress is only as powerful as the favor she can garner, she has been told this simple fact her entire life in preparation for her place beside her prince whilst another holds his heart on the other side, jealousy was an unbecoming trait and one that would not do her any further help to worry over who her prince took to his bed so long as she held the power in the end. When the brat prince warming her husbands bed turns his gaze to her it begins stirring trouble she had not anticipated to face, a young empress finds herself embroiled in the very sin she had been so certain she would never fall toward right into the arms of her traitorous husband and bratty lover.

TW! dubcon/non-con, violence, intimidation, coercion, heavy miscommunication

They were stunning together is what she realized the first time she ever saw them  beside the other it shouldn’t have stunned her as much as it did, she had been warned plenty of times of the young princes and their unique closeness spawned from hatred of all things she had not believed it especially since such rumour began after the two had returned from the end of the war against Sican’s crumbling tyranny anything could happen in such a stressful situation. She was not backward in her ways of course, Qetsiyah liked to believe she was more mindful of herself and others and it was not uncommon to see men and woman engaging in relationships of the same sex despite the times of past the world was new again an age that promised peace after the famine and destruction that taught many the importance of time and how privileged the living where to exist at all, death was a friend to no one rich or peasantry alike would fall at the feet of their mortality.

The empire thus chose to forsake the ancient standards of rulers of the past in hopes that the reforms would encourage open minded changes that would benefit the people’s overall happiness in some ways she was inclined to agree. However, there was still a taboo of such relationships in terms of marriages that depended on heirs within the upper classes of society for people like her things would never change in the ways that mattered freedom was the price you paid to never worry of where or how the shelter, food and opportunities graced your doorsteps.

She’s known what duty meant young as she was, naïve as she had been in her earlier days she grew out of the delusion, she can’t fully take the blame upon naivety being the only daughter of the Nataleen duchy meant she was the most eligible choice to fulfil the role as Empress and she had been adamant on proving she could make her husband happy she would do right by her family and by the Empire’s needs it was supposed to be a straightforward and honorable place within society. She didn’t know that while she held onto her fidelity and was known for her great love towards the crown prince, he did not return those sentiments she had of course known an engagement as early as birth was not the sort that binded until the wedding day itself, so she was prepared for the rumour of trysts and other acts to find their way to ear’s, but she hadn’t expected the center of such rumour to be the rival prince himself Oikawa Tooru of Edalan.

During their childhood she remembers endurance to be her most nurtured trait and when it came to Oikawa you needed it consistently, the foreign prince who became the crowned princes playmate during the long standing peace talks, was brutal when it came to her in specific he had shunned her at first then as they grew older his aggression was a torture be it physical or emotional it was always a funny game to him and she had tried at first not to seem threatening thinking the language barrier was what created unwanted friction between them, Ushijima was fluent in multiple languages those barriers probably did not stop them from becoming closer, she stood outside of that circle of acceptance. She had tried to be civil for the sake of the ones who watched her and to hopefully appeal to the foreign brat of a prince in the small hope that Ushijima would look at her just once, he never really did and when he did it was a coldness that bit into her mind forcing her to submit, obey and endure. Always endure.

On her wedding night hearing them in the room right beside the one she had been put inside to save face was the most humiliation she had ever endured in her young life something about the entire wedding day had viscerally upset his brat prince she had heard them arguing it seems her humiliation was the price to satisfy the Edalan heir, so she would sit there heart thrumming in her ears as she tore the room apart till she left the next day when she was allowed to head back to her side of the palace, she had walked right pass Ushijima leaving the destruction in her wake to clean up as his eyes tracked her almost regretfully not regretfully enough of course he never followed her.

It was obvious and should have been more telling from the moment their lips touched to the end of the ceremony that she would be alone in this farce of a marriage watching her husband love someone else while she wilted away like a flower without soil to root upon in this new gilded cage, her new nightmare was a far cry away from the fairytales she had deluded herself into believing. Five long years passed since that wedding day and she worked hard, nothing was ever out of place the people and the empire thrived under both their commands and she filled the empty place in her heart with the love of her people. Nothing could make her efforts dampen not when the foreign prince smirked down at her in all his beauty and scrutiny not when he touched her inappropriately and said cruel things in hopes of ruining her mornings, he had become awfully interested in her these past five years he’s been sent here by his father an agreement she was not allowed to know the contents of and in all honesty she didn’t want to it didn’t affect her or the people so she had left it in the hands of her husband, she didn’t understand why he seemed to accompany her everywhere when the least she expected from her betrothed was to fulfil those expectations, regardless she had become strangely familiar with the one person she tried to avoid at all costs and she never understood why he made it his mission to show up in front of her any chance he got.

Her crowned prince who was soon to become the next emperor in a few months’ time sits across her with that ever present expression of complete seriousness on a sharp angled face bronzed by constant exposure to the sun she wonders how many hidden beauty marks cover his body if he had such finely visible ones that gave him a sort of allure that she knew all to well attracted both sides of the court and everyone in between, he laments over his papers with focus it is also during this time that she realizes what a good partner he was to work alongside outside of her own expectations he was an exceptional ruler, they didn’t discuss much outside of business matters but were quick when it came to sorting out the empires matters successfully solving issues and doing the work of the future empress and emperor the duties slowly passed down to them were easy to deal with so long as they did it together if there was anything she could be grateful for most of all it would be his tenacity and attention to the things that mattered most.

She had never tired of seeing the joy of her people, of the hundreds of weddings she either arranged or was asked to attend to bless as the future empress, it was her own sort of vicarious living as she experienced the love she would never have through those couples she helped to marry off she hardly noticed the aching in her heart every time she went back to the palace it was still there after all this time despite everything that has happened she was human after all and she was young she could selfishly watch if she wanted to after all what harm came from observation? "Qetsiyah, are you listening?", no she hadn’t been she was too busy wallowing to hear her husband’s voice, “Yes your highness?", he raises a brow pensively like he’s concerned and sets his fountain pen down leaning back into his chair, “I asked if you wanted our outfits to take on the royal colour scheme for our coronation? Or should we do something different?".

"Oh....uh Mother Empress has told me she will take care of the arrangements I may have forgotten to tell you this earlier she would have relayed it to you by tonight either way but I apologize", he watches her curiously before his green eyes trail back down to the documents scattered across his desk, “You seem distracted is everything well?", "Yes your highness I’m in good health just a bit slow today so I apologize for my tardiness", he snorts and it’s the first time she sees him smile in such a way, “I don’t think I’ve ever known you to be tardy Qetsiyah your always perfectly competent I sometimes worry you never sleep due to how quickly everything is taken care of I just have to snap my fingers and you’ll make whatever I ask appear maybe you’re some mythical creature in disguise?".

He doesn’t expect her to stiffen so seriously he had meant to make a joke to possibly get her to do anything but stare at him in that mindless indifferent gaze he always feels too uncomfortable to bare whenever they are working but it seems he knows his wife far better than she may believe, “It’s a joke siyah your supposed to laugh at silly things someone says", she blinks up from her notes like he’s just recited a different language and then he’s staring at her again, "Qetsiyah what do you find funny honestly? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh or smile at anything I’ve said before since we were kids", "Would you like me to laugh at the joke your highness?".

She doesn’t mean to say it so abrasively he knows that she doesn’t like being teased or at least she doesn’t like being teased by him, he sighs a bit disappointed either way and shakes his head he knows their relationship isn’t exactly the most functional they worked well in terms of matters of state and he can’t imagine any other woman being a better empress then her, she did everything that was asked of her and as much as he never liked to think about it she even turned a blind eye to the obvious infidelity he has had to put her through but she has held on for this long a few more months and he would tell her everything, she has had to be so lonely for so much time but soon he knows he’ll be able to love her openly like his heart desires he knows the third member of their strange union feels the same way the loud mouth prince sings of her praises every second they are alone together and he can’t wait to finally end this utter nonsense and finally begin the family they had always wanted with the most patient woman that had unknowingly stolen both their hearts.

My feet ache is the first thing I think about when I finally finish for the day with the crowned prince and I tenderly rub at the heels of my feet I want nothing more than to get to the empresses palace and soak them in the tub to relieve the pain, when my mother got hurt from her heels I remember stories of my father pulling her away to dip her legs in the nearest lake, pond or fountain and she always spoke so fondly of those moments they’d laugh and joke around about how stuffy the aristocracy parties had gotten playfully joking of their lifestyle making up wild notions of abandoning duty and becoming no one everything was possible when you had the one you loved safe beside you. I try to imagine those fond moments through my minds eye of my young carefree parents who were utterly in love with each other dancing under the stars in the dead of night, I guess I could do that one day but I’d lack the romantic aspect everyone would want and I doubt it would be fun to dip your legs into a random body of water at night alone, it sounds horrifying now that I think about it.

“Are you alright my lady?", I whip my head up from the bench I’d been sitting at to meet the most vivid set of blue eyes I’d ever seen in my life his expression was calm and he was dressed in a dark uniform of black and gold, he was so handsome I could feel the embarrassment flood my body making my ears ring from staring so dumbfoundedly at him I hastily look away realizing how foolish I’ve been, "Y-Yes I’m so sorry I didn’t see you", I raise my head and bow as of custom he bows even lower and I nearly shout at him to stop I can feel my face get redder at his coy smirk that vanishes and is replaced with his serious expression like it hadn’t even been there.

"I should apologize for startling the future moon of our empire, it’s an honor to finally meet you crown princess, my name is Kageyama Tobio of the Karasuno Duchy", of course the most prized swordsman in the empire has to see me like this out of decorum and in the least fashionable clothes I should have just gone to my rooms, “Please! You don’t be formal I feel ashamed I didn’t realize the young lord was standing before me sooner I’m quite embarrassed", he smiles and points at the end of my gown and I pray I haven’t messed it with ink or something worse, but he laughs, and I could have sworn it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

“No...no your highness is mistaken I simply wished to help, you looked to be in pain from......before", maybe I was being a bit dramatic but it was worth crying over the fact this perfectly stunning young man had noticed I was hurt and wanted to help who wouldn’t get an ego trip at such attention I wasn’t a saint by any means from what I knew the young lord had debuted not too long ago and would inherit the title of his house soon. Kageyama Tobio is far gentler then his reputation dictated I didn’t think I would ever be put in a situation where the infamous ruthless lord of the north was bandaging my heels in the garden of the palace surrounded by the setting sun and the sound of birds and the koi pond before us.

Sounds like something out of a fairytale and yet that’s exactly how it felt, he was the man from every novel I devoured to sate my fantasies, “I-I apologize if they are not very good I only have any expertise in this due to a very overly demanding pregnant sister of mine that demanded I learn how to do these wraps while her husband who was on overseeing duty for almost a month could not be with her, she refused to go to our mother for help or have the servants baby her", I can’t help the laugh that escapes me a shade of pink brightens his cheeks he sounds kind despite the rumor's it seemed there was more to the Duke of the north and his infamous nature.

I liked to think that had probably been the start of something I didn’t know I could possibly have, The duke's presence in my life became frequent as the weeks turned to months and our visits and little talks got longer I began to look forward to seeing him a small part of me knew this had to end as backward and senile as this may seem Emperors could take on relationships and commit infidelity in front of the court itself and have the issue brushed under the rug so long as no child spawned from the affairs but an Empress had no choice in being filial to the Emperor, their very position relied on that loyalty no matter how innocent the relationship may be between myself and the Duke I feared eventually the innocence of our encounters as lovely as they are could easily be turned into something horrible and heavens knew how this would affect my family, things did eventually catch up to me when I was 'summoned' to the Galilean Palaces a place made specifically to host the foreign prince himself I had been as shocked as many others when the emperor allowed the crowned prince Wakatoshi to build the imposing structure as a gift to the brat prince, it didn’t take a lot to realize that the timing couldn’t have been more obvious it cut right into the lunch Tobio had wished to have with me in the Empresses gardens.

Wakatoshi had made it clear that whilst I held the place as crown princess, I still needed to heed the wishes of him when the situation arose and that extension of authority was given to the foreign prince as well, no amount of work I did or talent I possessed could overrule what has always been decreed an Empress is only as strong as her favour towards the Emperor I have battled against that incursion my entire life being forced to the knee due to law was more embarrassing given the situation surrounding the three of us .

Truthfully Wakatoshi favoured me to an average level, we did our duty but there was nothing phenomenal about our relationship the people knew that and so did the aristocracy no one ever said much about it because they were content in our ruling, I began to assume that maybe that sort of relationship wouldn’t be so bad romance the idea of having that sort of connection died the day I realized just what sort of life I would live, I knew that no one could end this marriage but Wakatoshi and that maybe if I kept to my own business and filled my time with helping my people I could forget that feeling I yearned for.

Tobio wasn’t meant to reignite that feeling it’s disheartening to know I can’t pursue anything without dire consequences, and now as I stood before the extravagant doors of his personal indoor sparring courts designed in that old Edalan architecture allowed me to watch him from above the viewing platforms, he is shirtless in those flexible beige wrapped willowing pants that Edalan warriors used in practice I had always wanted to know how their designers had come up with such a formless yet flexible concept.

He tackles and deliver’s sharp specific blows to his opponents muscles rather than throwing his weight around unnecessarily like he was dancing on air unlike Sorimetica styles of fighting which was more offensive and rough Edalan styles like this reminded me of a deadly dance performative and alluring till you got too distracted to see the death blow finding a place in somewhere vital, Oikawa Tooru was the model inspiration for the incorporation of both Edalan and Sorimetica fighting styles that began to dominate both kingdoms militia even when he didn’t try he influenced everything around him, alabaster skin lightly golden from sun exposure is still uncannily pale in comparison to even the more fair woman of court brown eyes find me like a cobra in desert heat as his sharp grin spreads across his face blowing me a kiss thinking his little display was done but his cockiness would one day cost him.

I grip the stone barriers as I watch in shock as one of the opponents tries to stab him a thin blade hidden in the leg wraps would have passed by unnoticed before a scream can leave my throat to warn him he twists around his foot slamming down on the opponents thigh before he wraps strong legs around the man’s upper body immobilizing him like a giant python in hunt and snap goes the man’s neck as Oikawa grins that carnivorous smile at me like a warning or something else I could never decipher as he drops the man like a life could be leftovers to throw away my stomach churned. Minutes turned to one whole hour of waiting in the sitting rooms of his personal chambers the silence in this room wasn’t what made me unsettled it was the ether magic he used to make the room soundproof that always made my anxiety sky rocket my nail beds looked inviting enough to bite through the doors opening viciously behind make my nerves settle and posture straighten.

"Oh don’t you look lovely today darling? Did you wait long I was prettying myself up for you so I’m sorry for such a long wait you know how horrid it is to even wear those atrocious stiffening materials on such a lovely season”, his hand grips the back of my neck in that way that reminds me we where far from a match in strength his lips kiss too closely to the corners of my lips it almost makes me want to bite his face off for once.

“Must you consistently be so informal toward me? Am I not even worthy of a proper greeting after all these years?”, I didn’t expect his expression to look so wounded but it’s covered up with that cunning snark of his like I had imagined the hurt a moment ago as the long light blue and intricate designs of his satin robe fall to the floor he’s come from a sauna bath I can smell the salts on him and he is yet again refusing to wear even a shirt his strong body on display, marked by war and rigorous training maybe even worse given how new some wounds look, a more loose version of his training pants hug his waist as he sits down across from me schooling his expression into something closer to the mockery I was used too.

“I greet her highness the moon of the empire, may I be given the honor of her time on this auspicious day?", I don’t bother hiding my disdain but I clip any short words I have for him as Iwaizumi Hajime guides the servant girls inside to pour us tea and bring what I am assuming is his ‘sorry’ for the long wait all the food brought in are childhood favorites of mine, though I know he does stuff like this purposely to evoke a reaction he know’s how restricted I am when it came to what I ate this was a further kick to my face none of the food would be touched by the time he was done with me when I’d first met his guard currently standing to the further side of the room he had been as threatening as I had learned from his achievements on the battle field he was fiercely loyal to his prince and seemed to have an air of hostility around me yet I’ve never heard him say a bad word to me in all the time he has been beside his prince.

"Well? Am I forgiven for my rudeness or would you prefer I kneel too?", he bites into a honeyed roll slipping pieces of meat inside as he watched my expressions, "No your highness I am honored to be invited for tea by his highness", the old game of following along the line is what irritates him more than my refusal to speak he laughs like he’s plotting something heinous, “Well then I’m glad you’re so honored, don’t mind our dear iwa-chan he’s just grumpy because he can’t see his girlfriend due to all these pesky security increases", I didn’t even know Hajime was courting anyone, at one point I assumed he was too infatuated with his prince to so much as look at another, “Believe me I’m just as surprised as you are I refused to believe our Iwa-chan found interest in anything let alone such a pretty little countess, I think you’d like her".

His hands are no longer just aesthetically carved parts of muscle these where honed the veins that have increased in prominence along both of his hands and arms are testament to how much war has changed him I don’t even think he’s real sometimes everything about him was perfect irritatingly so from his charm and knowledge of wide arrays of subjects I once thought I knew so much of, to his unique fighting styles and broad incorporations in politics and militia that I could never catch up to even if I had trained from a young age.

Everything about Prince Oikawa set my anger to the highest level it could ever go and we both knew how wide the gap was it didn’t matter what ranks we held he knew he was better and Wakatoshi had already chosen him, what did a rank as useless as mine matter when he had control and favour of the Emperors heart, I sip the tea and try to focus on anything but him hoping he’d talk enough for both of us evidently my thoughts strayed to Tobio wondering if he would be disappointed when the maids tell him I wouldn’t be coming.  "You’re thinking of him aren’t you?", I try to remain composed as I slowly turn my head back to him there’s a sudden chill running up my back the absence of Hajime and other guards leave us awkwardly alone a kind of intimacy that shouldn’t be approved between us yet it is.

“Forgive me for my confusion but I’m uncertain on who your referring to? I see his majesty almost every day", he laughs not buying it he knows I don’t even attend dinners with Wakatoshi unless I’m asked to and so the real game begins he swirls the metal teaspoon around his cup leaning back into his chair and raising it to his lips, “Your usually smarter than this siyah but I suppose I can’t blame you I mean.....you must be so so lonely....I guess even a man with the personality of a wall could entice you, how far is what I’m more curious to know". I had known instinctively that walking here would be walking into an interrogation for someone like Tooru this was his favourite pass time, “Is that why you’ve summoned me? To speak of things that do not concern you?", he sighs heavily like I am a child that has already tired him.

“Oh how I wish I could divulge all my secrets....but unfortunately for you Toshi has forbade me from speaking about much else, all I wanted to do was simply....suggest finding better company preferably more female friends maybe you’ll get popular with some circles, as future Empress you should be putting more effort into keeping up your image with the ladies in power", I snort at that his gaze probably searing holes into me.

"Something funny your highness?", poisonous warning laced behind his silver tongue he’s definitely angry about this situation why is the better question to ponder on, I had learnt to temper Oikawa over the years to avoid getting slapped around and unnecessarily bruised when we were children it didn’t hurt as much when your that young and eventually as we outgrew our teenage years the memories are not foul or in the least bit traumatic as one may think they were simply reminders that habits can easily be reignited and at present given how dangerous this man had become it wasn’t smart, I knew whatever could have been with Tobio was destined to end the time I spent with him reminded me that I’m not unlovable that had I been someone different I could have definitely had a good marriage with someone as great as him sometimes just knowing that much was enough so as I plastered a small smile upon my face I bent my knee as I always have.

“No, I might just be under the weather today nothing some tea and rest will not fix, I appreciate your suggestion I’ll make sure to take it into consideration", There’s a slip of judgement a long waning silence that stretches out all twenty seconds of complete silence and his eyes set hard on me till his lips part, and he grins nodding at me the silence is filled again with his voice and the irritation behind his eyes is quelled....for now.

Night comes and I’m all the more thankful for it, Wakatoshi’s parents had kept me occupied with the preparations for their sons coronation it was fascinating seeing such a love between royals but moreso how dearly they adored their son, I realized it couldn’t be hard to love a person like their prince who wouldn’t be proud? He’s an ideal outcome of their lineage an icon of their heaven blessed relationship. I wondered for the future and how any children we had would be treated, would he involve a concubine? With how he behaves with Oikawa, I doubted it they had me the placeholder for reproduction purposes just thinking of it makes me want to throw up my dinner.

I had been getting ready for bed, when one of my courtesans Maria burst through my doors almost falling over herself with a strangely wide grin on her face her cheeks flushed from possibly running all the way here, and then she told me why she was so excited 'the crown prince would like to have a glass of wine with you'. There’s a well-known rule of thumb amongst the royal court that labelled the night wine drinking akin to foreplay, couples and lovers requested each other’s company at night over 'a glass of wine' as a hint to something more. I knew better then to assume Wakatoshi suddenly had a change of heart towards our marriage he probably wanted to make sure what he’d had Oikawa interrogate me on had been made clear, much to Maria’s behest she had insisted on an array of nonsense and finally allowed me to leave with a simple dress that could easily be taken off and a gown for the cold.

When I reached his quarters, I waited till the doors parted and saw him standing over his desk his broad back draped in a thin white sleep shirt and black silken pants his feet bare upon the soft rugs and he was pouring aged red wine into two glasses, "Qetsiyah", I curtsied out of etiquette and habit and waited to be told were to sit he turned to me walking towards the table and I followed as I sat across from him the fire is kept burning hot I can feel the heat even at the distance we sit, “I was given this by father he said both him and mother found it at the summer palace a few weeks ago....seemed like a good opportunity to bribe you into seeing me outside of 'work hours'", he grins a set of sharp white teeth and I can’t help but return it with an easy smile.

“Thank you for the offer but I have an irritable digestion at night", he pauses just as he’s about to pour the red liquid into the next glass, "Ah.....I had not known forgive me", the silence stretches as I occupy myself with looking around his room my eyes track the ruffled bedsheets and I try to avoid eying the golden black robe hanging on the back of his study chair that had once been on a certain prince a few hours ago. I feel myself flinch when I look back to him and his gaze is directly on me far changed from the man who nervously treaded on his words and made the most awkward attempts at jokes.

"Is something the matter?", I swallow the nerves in my throat as a small smile graces his face before he pours another almost full glass of wine the liquid sloshing like blood against the glass my stomach is in twists and I can’t understand why, “I really didn’t want to ask....especially because Tooru already said he’d made things clear but I feel like I had to straighten things out especially since we both know Tooru is not exactly gentle with his words he makes it sound more like orders and as much as I know you are never one to be baited into unnecessary quarrels there’s only so much patience a person can have".

I don’t believe my ears was he actually trying to placate me? He was on my side? No that can’t be possible I don’t give away much my heart is racing in my chest, “You seem surprised", "No, no of course not I’m sure his highness relayed to you our talk we came to an understanding so I’m not sure why-", "Qetsiyah you’re an amazing ruler, a strong leader and an honorable queen but you have never been a good liar my love your eyes betray more then I’m sure you’d like", he swallows his third cup down and walks towards me I try to rise but his hand presses down on my shoulder and my entire body is now locked like a cellar. “You don’t smile genuinely at least I’m certain I’ve never seen you smile like you did with that boy it was quite a sight I must confess I almost didn’t realize it was you".

His hand grips my shoulder harder forcing me to look up at him to never break our gaze, “I’ve been unfair to you, I know that not once since we wed have I been blind to that regard but I just.....I’m so close to fixing everything, all I’m asking is for your patience a bit more time, I swear it Qetsiyah I would not ask you this had I not meant every word you trust me don’t you?", never, “Of course your imperial majesty unconditionally", he can smell my lies he is disappointed he smiles down at me anyway and lifts my chin up calloused fingers grazing my flesh I can feel my eyes burn tears threatening to fall waiting for an answer, “I want to trust you too I want to give you all I have but my love your heart wavered even if you did not mean for it too and I cannot be as tolerant as you, Duke Kageyama will be sent to the eastern province within the black grove outpost to oversee the new recruitments maybe this time most will return-", a sob escapes me a wretched pathetic sound as my chest cracks,"-I will send word to the dukedom come the eve of the coronation he will-", my feet move me to him before I can stop myself I turn him around with all the force I possess shocking him and myself as I grab onto the collar of his tunic.

“I have obeyed you for as long as I have been engaged to you, I’ve done right by this empire and it’s people and I have given all I have to ensure your throne your ruling remained without weakness without rebellion or discourse I beg you as my future Emperor as the ruler of this Empire and as-.....as my husband to grant my one my single mistake mercy don’t send him away to die don’t break the hearts of his family of a niece he has not yet known a full year of her life punish me but let him live".

I cannot stop my tears from falling they do so without restraint till my body is being pressed against his and I feel caged like a bird beneath an ominous weight of a boulder the pads of his thumbs brush away my tears and I watch the way his olive green eyes observe me like he’s never seen me before, like it pains him more then it’s hurting me I realize how truly I’ve underestimated his cruelty his ability to be a real threat towards me with just the utter of the next words that leave his mouth.

"I don’t wish to hurt you, your my closest confidante the heart of my empire my beloved and despite his disobedience I do not want to rid our empire of such talent but someone must repay my mercy and I will grant you that opportunity because you have always proven your duty, your loyalty but I want something different from you this time my wife I want you to show me how an Emperor should reward his bride how should he please her for all the hard work she has done that is what I want you to do", he emphasizes this with his hands that trace my bottom lip still wet with tears his other dangerously settling low on my lower back almost begging to lower itself.

"Of course-", he whispers against my ear pressing me fully against him now that I can feel an alarming change in the front of his pants growing against my thigh,"-You are free to leave at any time and I will forget whatever happened in this room, but the duke will leave and he-", I don’t give him a chance to continue and instead take his hand pressing it to the front of a place only my hands have been. He does not expect it neither does he pull away he gasps and watches me now, “Very well then it seems I must learn how to reward those for their duty teach me how to please you siyah I will learn", I block his words out and keep myself from crying I must see this through for him for the man who does not deserve to be punished because I could not hide my dreams when I looked at him, the Emperor leans against the front of his bed and watches my hands pull my nightdress up like I’m being vetted, I feel tormented by his gaze. "Don’t remove them love I will do so myself”.

[imastrangeone98]

Against the Odds

(A/N: I learned about the a/b/o court case and I felt like even I could do better than this shitty a/b/o book XD)

warning: cringy a/b/o tropes... sorry about that. probably really OOC ushi boi, my beloved haikyuu oc aiumi shizuka, coach washijo NOT being a d*ckhead, and tendo being a GODSEND. Also this ended up being LONG LONG so... sorry? Buckle up buttercup this is a journey

The girl sitting next to him didn't have a distinct scent. That was the first thought that ran through Ushijima's mind at the glance of his new seat mate.

It was mild, like jasmine flowers. It was barely in the air, but it was enough to put him at ease- a feeling that was quite unfamiliar to him.

So he simply chose the logical route and ignored it, only speaking with her when it turned out he had no pencil to take notes with and she lent him one of hers.

"Oh, Shizuka's in your class?" Tendō cackled, patting him on the back. "Be nice to her, yeah? She's a good friend of mine."

There was nothing wrong with his teammate's request, so he obliged. Wakatoshi didn't really mind being polite to others, as long as they didn't interrupt his daily routine.

But as the school year continued, he found that his eyes kept drifting towards the beta girl, noting the way she walked solidly on her feet in comparison to the omegas who bounced on their toes, the gentle yet honest way she spoke, to the way she smiled closed-mouth yet the corners of her mouth were slightly open.

It was distracting. He found himself missing the occasional spike at practice when the scent of jasmine lingered in the air, especially when it wafted particularly strongly off Yamagata and Tendō, the latter of whom only laughed about how jealously he was acting towards someone who wasn't his girlfriend. Wakatoshi merely grunted that he wasn't jealous, nor was she his lover in any way.

But he couldn't deny the strange thump in his chest when she offered him a cupcake- "A test subject for a new recipe I'm coming up with," she said, leaving him accepting without a word. He didn't mind the way Tendō would occasionally bring her to practice, ignoring the way Coach Washijō grumbled about her "unnecessary presence during training" only to comically switch his tune when she brought homemade wagashi. Wakatoshi even found himself putting more force behind his serves, something Tendō found hilarious for some reason.

"If you're that hung over it, just tell her, man."

"I don't understand; there is nothing to say. She's simply a good presence to be around, nothing more."

"Ushijima," Semi laughed, "you really are nothing more than a volleyball idiot, huh? You gotta get better at talking with the babes!"

...Babe? Did Semi view Aiumi Shizuka as a baby?

"...But I do talk with her," Ushijima retorted. "Often, in fact. Also, Aiumi is not an infant."

"That's not what I... Never mind."

So he continued his usual routine of speaking with Shizuka before class, occasionally tasting some of her latest creations, thinking about the sound of her laughter while he studied, while he slept, while he ate.

"Wakatoshi, you really like her, huh?" Reon chuckled during lunchtime, patting him on the shoulder. "You're so different around her, it's almost scary."

He frowned. "I don't believe I've been acting any differently than usual-"

"Ushijima, wanna try one of my super special awesome spicy tuna onigiri?" Aiumi Shizuka suddenly appeared, a small bento box in her hands. A very pleased grin stretched her lips. "I'm especially proud of the mayo-free sauce I made for the tuna."

"I'm sure it'll taste wonderful, thank you." With a nod, he took one out, taking the time to savor the spiciness of the sauced fish to the sweet rice.

After he gave a detailed review, she nodded in approval before patting his shoulder and jogging away towards Tendō. Wakatoshi watched her every step, making sure she disappeared amongst the crowd before turning back to his food.

Ōhira and Semi, who had just joined their table, had their eyes wide, like they had seen a ghost.

"Dude," Eita cackled. "You really got it bad."

"What do you mean?"

"You never accept food from people, especially omegas. And you don't let them touch you either," Reon explained.

"You really like that beta, huh?" Eita mumbled through a mouthful of rice. "Have you told her how you felt yet?"

"I don't know what you're talking-"

"Wakatoshi," Reon suddenly said, staring deeply into the captain's eyes. "You like a beta. You understand what this means, right?"

His eyebrow lifted in mild surprise; Reon hardly spoke this seriously outside of volleyball. "No, I don't understand."

"She's a beta, Wakatoshi. Not an omega. You know that, right?"

"Yes, of course I know that. She doesn't smell like an omega, after all."

His two teammates sighed, and Reon smiled at him. "Well then, don't worry about it. Just follow your heart. And don't listen to what anyone says."

He didn't quite understand what the entire purpose of the comment was, but he nodded regardless and continued on with his meal, thinking of the onigiri he ate just minutes ago.

[...]

Semi's words echoed lightly in the back of Wakatoshi's mind, especially as he watched Aiumi talk so enthusiastically with Yamagata about... He didn't even know what they were talking about.

Have you told her how you felt yet?

The unbearably faint scent of jasmine lingered strongly in his nose. He didn't want Yamagata to be any closer to her. He needed to get his teammate's scent off of her, even though Yamagata- as a beta- didn't have that strong of a scent to begin with.

His alpha was showing, and logically, Ushijima knew he needed to stop it. But he couldn't help the petty anger growing in his chest; the need to mark her and scent her so strongly she reeked of him burning intensely in his mind.

"Hey, Ushijima. Are you okay?" Aiumi gently patted him on the shoulder. "You seem really distracted today..."

"...May I speak with you after school?" was his only response, staring deeply into her eyes.

She stared back at him for a few seconds before simply saying, "Sure. After practice?"

"No, Coach Washijō doesn't assign practice on Fridays in order to promote muscle growth," he stated. "After class."

And with that, he briskly turned on his heel and walked back to the classroom, ignoring her curious glances during math.

With the prompt ring of the bell, he swiftly packed up his things and waited for Aiumi to do the same, before walking out of school together.

"So... where are we headed off to?" she asked, almost jogging in an effort to keep up with his brisk pace. He immediately slowed his steps to let her catch up.

"We can get something to eat first," he says. "Or we could go straight to Tsutsujigaoka; there's not many people at this time of day."

"You like sakura, Ushijima?" she laughed, patting his shoulder. "I didn't know that! You and me both, except for different reasons. I really like pickled sakura blossoms!"

He didn't realize he wasn't listening, preening at the way her scent now lingered on his clothes.

"Oi, how long are you gonna walk?" Aiumi tugged his arm. "I thought we were gonna eat. I know a great yōshoku place. You like hayashi rice, right?"

[...]

"You still haven't told me why you invited me out. Was it because an omega rejected your offer and you felt too lonely to come alone?" Aiumi joked, sipping on some kind of milk tea.

"I don't like omegas," Wakatoshi said immediately, staring into the smoothie cup that felt too small in his hands. "Also, Semi told me that seeing sakura was a good way to end the first school year."

"Oh yeah, we're gonna be second-years soon! Do you feel old yet?"

"I'm still youthful. And so are you."

She laughed. "That's high praise, oh youthful one."

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, gazing at the falling cherry blossoms. A petal fell onto her hair, and he touched it with a gentleness even he wasn't aware of. It was soft between his fingertips, like her hair.

"I like you." The words slipped out of his mouth without realizing, but he didn't quite regret it. "I like you very much."

Wakatoshi felt her eyes on him. He had always thought of himself as someone who didn't hesitate to take action, yet he found himself hesitating to look at her, turning his head away. He didn't understand why.

"...You like... me?" she whispered. "Why? You're an alpha, aren't you?"

"I do not understand what my biological status has anything to do with this, but I like the way you focus when you cook. I like your determination to perfect your craft. I like the sound of your laughter. I like how your eyes brighten up at trying new food. I like the way you walk on your feet. I like your scent. I like you, Aiumi Shizuka."

She didn't respond for a while. Wakatoshi didn't feel the need to ask her for an answer. He knew she would give him one once she collected her thoughts. So they continued to watch the cherry blossoms and sip their drinks until it was time to head back to the dorms.

"I'm sorry for shutting down on you, Ushijima," Shizuka finally said as they exited the subway station. "The truth is, I like you too. I just... don't know if it's the right thing for us."

"I will take this as your rejection, then?" His voice was shakier than he thought it would be.

"I... I guess so? Just, think about it. Alphas can never be in relationships with betas; the biology doesn't sync up like omegas do-"

He grumbled, "I thought I made it clear that I do not like omegas."

"You still haven't told me why you don't like them. They're fine people... most of them, at least." Her head hung low. "If we date... people will talk. They'll talk badly about you."

He immediately pressed his wrist to her neck, even though his scent wouldn't linger as strong, in an effort to provide comfort. Surprisingly, she leaned into his touch.

"I don't care about what people say," he said simply. "About me, or about our relationship. If you're willing to be in one with me, that is."

She chuckled, but it sounded hollow. "If only I could have your confidence. Don't you know basically no one likes alpha-beta relationships?"

He shook his head. "I don't see why that matters if two people are compatible."

"...Like us?" Aiumi asked quietly.

"Yes." He offered her his hand, which she took. "I think we fit well together."

As they approached the dorms, she suddenly stopped. "To be honest, I'm scared. I'm scared people won't take us seriously. I'm scared people won't like you anymore. That people won't like me anymore." She gazed deep into his eyes, the corners of her lips trembling into a brave smile. "But I wanna be your girlfriend. I really like you, Ushi- Wakatoshi."

She said his name. He liked the way she said his name. Something deep in his gut urged him to scent her, but he held it in.

"Oh... Did you not want me to say your first name?" she stammered. "Uh, I can-"

"No. Keep saying it." He couldn't help but give a faint smile. "Can I call you by yours?"

Her cheeks reddened. "Of course."

"Okay. Good night... Shizuka." Wakatoshi couldn't help but whisper her name, gently rubbing his wrist against her neck again. "Let's meet tomorrow too."

She nodded, and before she went inside, quickly pressed her own wrist against his skin. Then she ducked inside and he couldn't see her.

He didn't sleep well that night, still thinking about her weakening scent on his neck.

[...]

And see her tomorrow he did. And the day after that. And the days until the beginning of their second year.

They were in the same class again, much to their delight. When he returned to volleyball practice, his teammates seemed immensely pleased, giving him pats on the back and a thumbs-up whenever he replied to her messages during breaks.

"You finally grew some balls, didn't you, Ushiwaka?" Semi crowed. "Good for you! I expect to be singing at your wedding in a few years' time!"

"I will keep that in mind," Ushijima responded simply.

Not much appeared to have changed since the beginning of their relationship. Shizuka continued to be active in the cooking club, and would occasionally ask him to taste her latest creations; the only difference was the reddening of her cheeks and the smile she gave him that only grew brighter. He continued to play on the team, and scored point after point in matches. He still occasionally got distracted by the image of her smile, the sound of her laughter.

But even he could realize the small, yet noticeable changes in his routine: the way she reached out her hand to hold his as they walked down to the cafeteria, the way he rushed to her club room after the end of an early practice to watch her craft yet another recipe, the way she came to watch him in matches wearing his spare club jacket with pride.

The way he enjoyed pressing his wrist to her neck and arms, relishing the way his scent rubbed off on her. He did it shamelessly: before class, after class, before practice, after practice, during lunch, during breaks, during dates. And he preened at the way she would always try to reciprocate, even though her scent wouldn't last nearly as long as his.

Wakatoshi never put much thought into the concept of happiness, what it meant to be happy. He thought he knew it with volleyball, but when he was with Shizuka, he did what he never used to do before: he thought of a future. He thought of a family. He thought of drinks beneath the sakura trees, spicy tuna onigiri, holding hands during lunch, the scent of jasmine.

He was happy with her. She made him very happy.

But it was around the middle of their second year when he began to wonder if she actually felt the same way he did.

They were eating lunch together when he noticed how she suddenly ducked her head when their classmates walked by.

"They're talking about us," she revealed to him when he asked her why she began to do it. "About our relationship." When he tried to ask further, she simply shook her head and kept it down. His chest hurt to see her like this, so he didn't press any further.

"Shizu's been distant, you say?" Tendō mused, munching on some popcorn.

"Could you ask her for me?" Wakatoshi asked his friend. "I'm afraid that if I do, she won't answer me with honesty."

"Sure, buddy." His voice sounded uncertain. "But I have a feeling I know what's going on."

"What is it, Tendō?"

"...Listen to what the others say next time, Wakatoshi. I hope for both your sakes that you understand the answer."

[...]

"How long you think they're gonna last?"

"Dunno, maybe a month at best."

"It's Ushijima, you honestly think he's gonna stick with a beta for a mate?"

"Alphas need to be with omegas, that's just how it is-"

"He'll see it in time-"

"He deserves better-"

"Shizuka?" A warm hand grasped her own. "Were you paying attention?"

"Ah... Sorry, what were you saying?" She forced herself to look away from the table towards her boyfriend, who was watching her with concern in his eyes. "I got... distracted by something."

"...You haven't eaten your food," he noted, pushing her plate towards her. "I thought omurice days were your favorite at the cafeteria."

She nodded, mindlessly shoveling a spoonful of the rice into her mouth. It tasted like glue. Her tastebuds grew more dull by the day, and the worst part was that she couldn't even find it in herself to be mad about it.

Shizuka thought she knew what she was getting into. But the constant whispers and rumors, the heartless stares of her classmates, the abandonment by her clubmates when they learned of her relationship status (or should she say, who she was dating)... It was all too much. There was too much to listen to, and no one to listen to her. Not even her beloved Wakatoshi; simple, adorable, beautiful Wakatoshi, who couldn't understand why people would say such horrible things about their relationship.

"They don't see who we are," he would simply say to her. "It's their fault for not seeing how well we fit together."

And while those words would no doubt bring her comfort, it was those exact words that that would haunt her when the rumors only continued to spread like wildfire.

She had prepared her walls to be impenetrable as stone, so as to guard the love they shared. But there is only so much that stone can take before it is eroded, piece by piece, until the sharp thorns the walls were meant to keep out were piercing the treasure within.

Shizuka isn't strong enough. She's not Wakatoshi.

And when his face did not change even in the slightest when she told him her feelings on the matter, she couldn't help but be envious of the way he could be so calm and collected while she was nearly bursting at the seams.

"...I don't understand. Are you asking for a break up?" he asked, his voice steady as stone.

"No, Toshi. I don't think so. I just... want some time by myself. Would that be okay?" She hated how her voice trembled so much, but it was all she could do to keep it from shaking more.

"...How long are you asking for?"

"Just... just a month. No more, no less. I just want to... not think about the rumors, even if it's for a little while," she tried to reason. "I promise, I won't talk with anyone else in a romantic way, or go on a date-"

A low, rumbling growl left his lips, and she rushed to embrace him. The moment his strong arms wrapped around her waist, she nearly sobbed at his warmth and comfort, pushing her face into his chest, absorbing his smell, the familiar weight of his body pressing against hers.

But this moment couldn't last forever, even if she wished to stretch it out into infinity. She pulled away. "I'm so tired, Toshi. I'm tired of hearing all these bad things about us. Please... I need a break. Please."

And she would never know the way Wakatoshi's heart broke at the sheer exhaustion and pain in her voice. She would never know the absence of his strength as he let her go.

He would make sure she never knew of the way his soul shattered as he watched her walk away from him.

[...]

It hadn't even been a week before the others noticed. It wasn't hard, after all- a couple who were once attached to the hip were now skating away from each other like nervous cats.

The rumors of their "breakup" spread as the weeks went by, and so did the whispers amongst the alphas, the omegas, the betas, whose approval of the separation was more than apparent.

"See, I told you it wouldn't last."

"You think I can finally get a chance?"

"Betas like us can only get the short end of the stick. That's just how it is."

Ushijima's inner alpha bristled, the desire to snap at his classmates surging through his veins. But Tendō must've noticed, if the way he grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the gym wasn't an indicator.

"Alright, I know you two did something. What's goin' on?" he demanded while changing into his practice clothes. "Shizu ain't talkin' to me, so I'm gonna drag it out of you, whether you like it or not!"

Wakatoshi didn't want to say it aloud. It would make the separation more real, give it more power than he needed it to. But the words slipped out regardless: "Shizuka wanted a break from our relationship."

Tendō was quiet for a while after that. He changed his clothes in silence and went to stand by the door, fiery eyes staring blankly at the floor.

"She said that it was too much," Ushijima continued, his fingers clumsily fumbling with the shoelaces. "That she was tired, and wanted to rest."

Tendō still said nothing. He fiddled restlessly with the bandages on his fingers.

"...I didn't want to let her go." He clutched the fabric of his shorts, knuckles turning pale at the pressure. "But she... She cried. So much. I don't..." He felt his throat clogging, and he tried to cough out the lump that wouldn't disappear. "I don't understand. I thought we were happy..."

His friend sighed, and opened his mouth to say something, only for his gaze to harden. "What is it?" His voice sounded unusually harsh.

Ushijima was about to speak when his nose picked up a scent: the pungent smell of roses and vanilla. His lips curled downwards, closed tight to stifle the hostile growl that longed to escape his throat.

"I just wanted to know if Ushijima was here," a sickly sweet voice answered. "Can I see him? I promise I won't take long."

"Practice starts now. All observers have to leave," was Tendō's clinical response. "And he's changing, so no guests. Leave."

"I don't mind waiting-"

"Leave. Now."

"...Listen, you beta freak. You're not the boss of him, or me. You don't tell me what to do-"

"Coach Washijō does not allow visitors when practice starts." Ushijima decided to make his presence known, staring down at the omega he assumed was a member of another class. He didn't even know her name, or bother to learn it. "As Tendō said, it is time for you to leave."

The girl's face immediately lit up, completely ignoring the darkness in his eyes, and she showed him the bento box she was holding. "Toshi, I just wanted to say-"

"Do not call me that."

She froze, along with his teammates who had begun to enter the gym. Semi and Ōhira glanced at each other before slowly approaching.

"Why not?" she broke out of her stupor to whine. "That beta girl called you that all the time!"

"Because that is the name I allowed her to call me," he rumbled darkly, eyes beginning to flicker with rage. "I do not recall allowing you that right."

"Look, I just wanted to give you this." The omega tried to shove the bento into his hands; he refused to even touch it. "Y'know, it's for the best you broke up with her. Betas can't handle alphas the way we omegas can."

Ushijima's hands shook.

Tendō paled. "Stop right now-"

"It's the truth, isn't it? Our pheromones match together for a reason; it's in our biology! I admit, it was kinda interesting seeing you two fight it for so long, but you deserved better-"

He completely blanked out. Her disgusting smell, her shrill voice, it all blended together into one disorienting haze.

He couldn't process how Tendō and Semi rushed to grab his arms before he could claw her fucking eyes out, rip out her throat with his teeth, bleed her out onto the floor as he watched her die.

He couldn't process the omega's horrified scream as Ōhira pushed her away and demanded the underclassmen to take her out, with or without her permission.

He couldn't process the fact that he was releasing so many pheromones that promised death, death to that revolting omega, death to his cruel classmates, death death D E A T H-

He couldn't process that the blood-curdling howls were coming from his own throat as he screamed himself hoarse, begging for the return of the one he lost.

[...]

When Ushijima finally came to, it was at the nurse's office. Coach Washijō peered down at him while speaking with the nurse, briefly thanking her before turning his full attention to his prize player.

"Satori filled me in on the basic gist of what happened," he said, his normally strict voice oddly calm despite the events that occurred.

"...I apologize, coach." His voice was so shaky, it hurt to speak. "It won't happen again. It was a lapse of judgement. I will apologize to the girl as well."

"From what it looked like, it certainly didn't seem like just some 'lapse of judgement.'" The coach sighed before taking a seat on the bed. "Wakatoshi. As you are now, you are in no condition to play."

He lurched up on the bed, eyes wide, and immediately began to voice his complaints, but Washijō continued.

"Until you get your issues fixed and your priorities straight, I forbid you from attending practice for the remainder of this month."

Wakatoshi's throat clogged. What little strength he managed to gather disappeared yet again. "But the upcoming match-"

"Will have to continue on without you." The coach's steely gaze pierced through his student. "With your mental state being as fragile as it is, you being there won't change the outcome. Besides, don't think I haven't noticed you slacking off for the past few weeks; I only gave you a pass because of that girl who used to come by. Her wagashi is missed, by the way."

He fell silent at his coach's words, knowing them to be true. Ever since the separation, his spiking power had reduced significantly. He made more amateur mistakes, and missed several of the new setter, Shirabu's tosses.

Coach was right. He was currently not responsible enough to play. And that knowledge brought him pain. Not enough to forget the hole in his chest, but enough to make his bones ache.

"Kids, these days," Washijō mused with a huff. "So unwilling to fight for what they want. Back in my day, I just pursued the hell out of my wife, even though I was a beta and she was an omega. Best decision of my life."

Wakatoshi blinked at the sudden story. "Did you ever have... trouble?"

"Of course I did! But the alphas who loved to talk shit about me could never hold up in a fight," he boasted. "I knew I wasn't the best for her, but dear god, I loved that woman. Biology this, biology that, blah blah blah. It was still me that she chose." His chest briefly puffed up with pride, before he decided to turn to Ushijima. "If you ask me, kid, biology ain't nothin' but a load of horse dung. You want that girl, then it'll happen naturally, biology or not."

With those words and a brief stretch of his arms, he left the room. Tendō and the others soon replaced him, swarming Wakatoshi and telling him words that buzzed in his ears, something about the omega girl and his physical condition, about the upcoming practice match.

The coach's story still rung in his mind.

[...]

"Have you heard?" one of her clubmates whispered to another. "Ushijima's being disciplined."

Shizuka's ears pricked, carefully stirring her test cake batter.

"For real? What'd he do?"

"Y'know Yoshira Koharu? That really cute omega from 2-1? Apparently she tried to confess to him and he completely blew up at her face."

"Is that why she's not at school right now?"

Ushijima was disciplined? She suddenly flashed back to yesterday, when Satori had hinted to something bad happening a few hours before practice.

"So horrible that grungy Tanji actually cancelled practice," he had told her while helping her with her merengue cookies, "which is why my wonderful self is here to serve you~" But when she asked for more details, he wouldn't say anything more than the fact that Ushijima was involved before shoving a cookie in her mouth.

It tasted like chalk.

Lately, everything she made tasted like it. Like the ingredients knew her very soul was sucked out, and decided to not take any more of it for itself, lest she lose herself completely. But it seemed that it was far too late for that.

It had already been a month, yet the pain of their separation weighed more on her than the weight of the rumors and cruel words.

She needed to see him.

Without her realizing, after-school club had ended, and she mindlessly packed some of the test cake to take with her before setting off to Ushijima's dorm, where she nervously stood by the entrance.

She forgot- she was a girl, she wasn't allowed into the boy's dorms. Why now of all times to remember such a crucial detail...

"Aiumi? That's you, right?"

Jumping at the sudden familiar voice, she turned around to see Ōhira Reon, with a friendly smile and a wave.

"Um... Hi."

"Hey there. You need something?" He gestured to the building, and she nodded.

"Yeah. I was... hoping to talk to Waka- I mean, Ushijima."

At the mere mention of his name, Reon's smile dropped, eyes brimming with concern as he rubbed his chin.

"I wouldn't say he's in... the best mood to receive guests right now," he spoke carefully. "He's been having some trouble in practice, so he's been grumpy."

So it was true, she realized. Something bad happened to him. She couldn't help but look down at her shoes. She knew it was likely because of her.

"...But..." he continued, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "I'm sure he'd be happy to see you. You are his mate, after all."

And with that, he let her inside the dorms with some directions to his dorm room. It wasn't until she was standing in front of his door that she managed to process what it was he said.

Mate? Did he consider her his mate?

Her hand was propped at the door to knock when it swung open. Shizuka jumped, about to take her hand away when a warm grip grasped her wrist and tugged her inside.

Her yelp was muffled by the shirt her face was buried in, but the warmth that surrounded her needed no explanation. With a relieved sigh, she returned Wakatoshi's hug. It was comforting to know that he missed her just as much, if not more so, than she missed him.

"Shizu," he whispered with what could only be described as reverence, burying his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. "You're here."

"Yeah," she gasped out, patting his back. "I'm here."

"...I missed you."

The raw vulnerability in his voice brought tears to her eyes. She pushed her face further into his chest, savoring his familiar woody scent. "I missed you too, Toshi. I- I'm so sorry, about everything! About leaving, and not being strong enough!" Her sobs made her chest heave, and she weeped in his arms for some time, all the while he gently rubbed her back and hushed her, leading her to his bed to sit on it.

"Please don't apologize," he whispered to her, burying his nose in her hair. "You were strong. You still are. You just needed some rest, that's all."

They didn't talk for a while after that, just staying in each others' arms, taking in each others' warmth and scent, re-familiarizing themselves with one another.

But they didn't need words to know how the other was feeling: at peace.

The alpha in Wakatoshi huffed in content, more than eager to re-scent her after a month of separation. The urge came once again: he wanted to mark her, to make the bond so they could never be apart again.

But he didn't speak until Shizuka finally wiped her eyes and heaved out a big sigh of relief, leaning into his touch with a smile that finally reached the corners of her eyes. His heart felt lighter at the sight; it had been a while since he'd seen her smile so beautifully.

"I'm really sorry," Shizuka spoke again, turning in his arms to gaze deep into his eyes. Her lips were pressed in a tight line, and her brows were creased. "I thought a break would help me get my head together about the situation, but it didn't. I just felt more sad and lonely; I kept missing you so much I couldn't even think about the rumors that made me want a break in the first place."

Oh.

Wakatoshi could feel his heart jump; the knowledge that she missed him just as much as he missed her made his chest puff in pride, a soft purr-like growl erupting from his throat.

"I didn't mind too much," he spoke honestly, "because you returned to me. That is all I could ever ask for." He nuzzled the crook of her neck, and when his teeth lightly scraped the skin, he reveled in the way she shivered. "You are all I could ever ask for."

"That's definitely a lie," she said with a laugh. "Nothing could come between you and volleyball; nothing."

"You are just as important to me as volleyball."

"Sure, I'll believe that when you give up a game for me~"

"I did."

She flinched away to gape at him, eyes wide in shock. "...Does it have anything to do with the fact that you're being disciplined?"

"...Yes." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "An omega disrupted practice. She insulted you, and I..." He coughed into his hand and said nothing afterwards.

Shizuka just stared at him, stunned. While she knew of his distaste for omegas, the fact that whatever he did to Yoshira was due to her absence...

She couldn't help the tears prickling her eyes once again, even if she didn't want to. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. You can't even attend the next match..."

"No." He shook his head fervently, pushing her face back into his chest. "Don't blame yourself. While I could have reacted less extremely, I do not regret what happened. I would never let anyone disrespect my mate like that."

There was that word again: mate. The fear once again made its appearance in her stomach, but Shizuka refused to let it rise and consume her yet again.

"Y'know, if we do end up being mates," she started, "it'll be hard. We'll always get questioned; you'll have a harder time with ruts; and if you go pro- which you probably will- people will always try to get you." She couldn't help but gnaw on her thumb at that thought. "I can't mark or scent you like omegas can. What if you get tired of me?"

Wakatoshi hummed tunelessly, so bad that she couldn't help but laugh. "I like when you scent me. It reminds me that I'm yours. I don't mind that your mark will fade away either; you can simply replace it. And I am also worried about you going to culinary school: many people will likely try to get close to you, and I will not be able to be there to fend them off."

She couldn't help but whistle at the revelation of his worries. "Wow. The great Ushijima Wakatoshi is, deep down, a worrywart."

"So it would seem."

"Even so, would you be okay with that?" she asked, leaning back to look into his eyes. "Are you okay with me?"

He simply tilted his head. "If I wasn't, I wouldn't have asked you to date me."

"...Ah." There was the usual Wakatoshi bluntness she loved so much. But before she could say anything else, he gently took hold of her hands, rubbing the skin with his thumb.

"Shizuka, whether it's a month, a year, or a decade, I will wait however long it takes. All I ask is that I am the one you choose to return to." There was a tinge of uncharacteristic fear in his eyes that made his gaze cloudy. "You asked me if I could get tired of you. I think I should be the one asking you that. My ruts will make things difficult for you. My future career may bring unnecessary pressure on you. My status as an alpha may very well be a burden to you. Even so..."

She tried to shake her head (how could he possibly think himself to be a burden when he's been nothing but a balm to her aching heart), but he stopped her with a swift, gentle kiss to her cheek.

"I like you, Aiumi Shizuka. I choose you. I may not know much about love, but what I feel comes close to what I imagined it to be, because you make me happy. You make me think of a future."

The tears refused to stop now; even if she wanted to, the sobs heaving from her chest failed to cease.

(How did she ever deserve his love? His patience? When all she did was hurt him, he still accepted her with open arms. What did he even see in her?)

But, as if he somehow knew what was going through her mind, Wakatoshi cradled her face in his warm hands, thumbs softly brushing away her tears. He smiled at her; a clumsy, beautiful smile that put a stop to her downward spiral as she basked in its glory.

"Shizuka," he whispered, "will you ever get tired of me?"

Her crying made her voice tremble, but her answer was resolute: "Never. Never in a thousand years."

And she tackled him onto the mattress, nuzzling into his neck, scenting him so much that his chest rumbled in pleasure, arms wrapping around her smaller form to turn her onto her side so as to press his forehead against her own.

"I love you, Toshi," she finally admitted, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you so much. And I will always choose you, always."

He huffed in relief, returning her chaste kiss with reddened cheeks, before shoving his face into the crook of her neck. He nosed at the skin, close to her glands, and pressing his lips against it. Shizuka shivered in his hands, and he reveled in the reaction, confident that one day, he would feel it yet again.

"Are you gonna mark me?" she asked quietly. He felt her hand slowly run through his hair, playing with the strands.

"Not tonight," he replied, purring at her gentle touch. "But soon."

Spoken with finality, it would be his promise to her. He would mark her and make her his mate.

Soon. All in due time. As they fought against the odds.

Together.

[...]

"Y'know, he's not as pissed as I thought he would be," Yamagata noticed as he drank from his water bottle alongside his friends.

Reon nodded. "Yeah, no kidding. I wonder what happened up there. Sure was a good thing, though. He's not as grumpy anymore, and he actually does well in practice now."

Tendō cackled, but much to his friends' chagrin, he added nothing else to the conversation other than a cheeky "He's a lucky bastard, that one."

But no one could deny the glow that emanated from the alpha as he sat by the coach's side, significantly calmer than before.

Semi sighed and cracked his knuckles. "Well, I better get a head start then."

"On what?" Yamagata asked curiously.

"On writing their wedding song, duh."

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A/N: oh my god this has been in my drafts for forever, I'm so glad it's over with- but I'm also super proud of this!

Also I'm testing the read more rn, rip me

[ograceo]

I hate it when people draw oversexualized versions of characters. They always give the characters massive boobs and butts and tiny waist and make them into femme fatales or manic pixie dreams girls or some other version of a male gaze character. I feel like I never see characters or ocs that have normal bodies. Except for the female lead from Operation True Love but a lot of people hate her character beacuse she is plain looking and Tohru honda her too. They dont like normal female characters that they cant jack off too. Its crazy!

[hikari-is-here]

Heeey♡ Hikari is here💖✨️

Shes Sugimoto Hikari my oc of Haikyuu jsjd shes in love with Iwaizumi ✨️

[xankiir]

ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏ ʜᴀɴᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ | ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇᴇᴛ

𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗄𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒!

[lily-de-wakabayashi]

New drawing with my Winged Shipping!! Wakatoshi Ushijima, from Haikyuu!!, and Suzume Kobayashi, my OC ❤️💜 The great captain of the Shiratorizawa volleyball team rests with his delicate little cheerleader 🔥😏💖

For more than two years I wanted to do this pose but I thought I wouldn't be able to do it, until I finally got the courage and I'm very excited to have been able to do it 🤩. I changed the way of coloring the pants and the skirt of the uniforms because the previous way took me a lot of time 😅. I know the perspective is strange, but I still really liked the result. This couple already needed love! 🥰❤️‍🔥

[kingvoiddd]

Back on my Haikyuu!! bullshit

I REDREW RYOTA FINALLY RAAHHH and also finally designed a different! oc for haikyuu I made sometime around the same time as Ryota, but she was never named/designed or given any type of story. But she has a design now! And a name!

She's part of the girls soccer team in highschool, and after highschool she travels with Nishinoya ::)

But they're the tall GF short BF combo of the century and I care them.

Can't believe of 2023 she and Noya are 28 and Ryota and Ushijima are 29 thats CRAAZZYYYY thinking how they canonically age like that fr.

Fun fact Noya's bday's coming up on October 10th I learned that tryna figure out how tall the motherfucker gets after highschool lmao

Also I think by now I'll try drawing both Ryota and Akemi post HS (I'll have to design post HS Ryota first lol) which I'll have fun with ::)))

[oukabarsburgblr]

Tongue Twisting [Dare AU]

FEATURING : AITO SOUSUKE (OC) x male reader

An annoying setter dares you to suck someone's face. Good thing your hot teammate walked in at the right time.

Short but too detailed for a drabble? has haikyuu characters as fillers because I'm too lazy to make up other ocs, voyeurism, making out, profile

Find out more under the cut!

"Still don't understand your point, Oikawa..."

(m/n) spoke with a lazy but confused grin, his eyebrows furrowing as he leaned forward from his chair he was sitting in. The brunette, standing tall in front of him had his hands on his hips.

"I'll give you the keys if you do it. It's not that hard for you, (m/n)." Oikawa smirked, his fingers spinning the bundle of keys he stole from the (h/c)'s bag earlier. Matsukawa who had dragged a chair to sit beside his standing captain quirked an eyebrow.

"If 'Zumi gets word of this, he's gonna get so pissed at you." "But he won't if (m/n) does it quick!"

A training camp had been set between Keio Shiki and Aoba Johsai for the Volleyball Men's Club. (m/n) and Oikawa both positioned as their captains of their respective teams and ever since (m/n) step foot onto the training camp's venue, Oikawa had a grudge on him seemingly for petty reasons.

(m/n) (l/n) had also been a third year setter, and a captain whose team had gone to nationals regularly representing the Saitama prefecture so Seijoh's coach had stated that the Shiki VBC team was the 'better' version of them and that got Oikawa pissed. It didn't help that Ushijima acknowledged (m/n) as a fantastic setter so he felt threatened with his position.

Since then, Oikawa would bother the (h/c) with small things, such as asking him to help clean his side of the gym, criticising his sets and serves or just straight up taking and using his stuff. Iwaizumi would knock some sense into his captain but it just so happened that both vice captains of both teams had to go run errands. Perfect.

(m/n) would have his meals in a more private area rather than the mess hall mostly due to him having to finish other duties on his laptop but Oikawa decided to infiltrate his booth and Matsukawa saw and just followed him in. His request was outrageous to say the least.

"Make out with someone."

(m/n) who was about to slurp his bowl of noodles visibly paused in his tracks and glanced at the annoying setter. He couldn't believe this was the man he was constantly compared to.

"Make out?" Oikawa grinned, seemingly proud of himself as he dangled the ring of keys he had snatched from the (h/c)'s duffle bag. "Or I'll throw this away." "...You do realise in the end, you'll get in trouble right?"

Matsukawa who had just stepped inside the lounge, froze and deadpanned at his captain. "Oikawa, what the fuck?" "Shut up, Mattsun! If you won't back me up, then leave." He whined as he tried to push the middle blocker away but the ravenette only decided to pull up a chair as (m/n) finished his meal.

The keys were access to all of the gyms and several other sections that were to be used by the volleyball teams on the property and (m/n) was in charge of keeping them safe and locked when they weren't using it and Oikawa was annoyed on how he wasn't picked.

How come he's athletic, smart, has good looks and has a nice personality?? FRAUD-

Oikawa couldn't accept someone with such a caliber existing and he was determined to find a foible somewhere in the (h/c). He continued to pester (m/n) and was about to dump the keys in a paper shredder until the (h/c) agreed. Although he doesn't exactly look mad?

"So do I have to get someone or you're picking?" (m/n) smoothened his pants, still sitting in the wooden chair as Matsukawa gaped at his relaxed expression. Even Oikawa was shocked he had agreed. "A-Anyone. Except your boyfriend!" "I don't have a boyfriend." The (h/c) deadpanned.

The setter suspected (m/n) was dating at least someone on his team, with the way they idolised and admired him. Especially his ace and his vice captain.

"How about you then?" (m/n) winked at the brunette, his finger made a 'come over here' taunt and Oikawa screeched. "You're shameless!" "You asked for it."

Matsukawa and the (h/c) was laughing at the flabbergasted brunette until the door behind them slid open and revealed an intimidating redhead. Keio Shiki's ace.

"What?" Sousuke deadpanned, confused as to why was there Seijoh's captain and annoying middle blocker in (m/n)'s private lounge, usually he would sneak away to spend time with his favourite person/crush but instead he found a grinning (h/c) and two other players from their rival team, his stomach tightened with jealousy.

Oikawa gestured to him and (m/n) laughed. "He wouldn't." "Wouldn't what?" Sousuke questioned, moving behind the suddenly cautious brunette to grab a chair, dragging it to sit between Matsukawa and (m/n).

"Would you have sex with your captain?"

Sousuke felt his heart dropped as he froze, his eyes on the ground and he heard (m/n)'s voice in the background. "He said smooching not fucking." What? Smooching not what?

The ace was confused as he peered to see the one who had asked him, Matsukawa smirking at him. "...huh?" Sleeping with his captain would be a dream come true. Hell he tried to woo the (h/c) for years if it wasn't for a certain cockblock VICE CAPTAIN-

"Like I said he wouldn't do that." (m/n) waved Matsukawa's teasing off, his eyes glancing at the redhead as he chuckled lightly. Sousuke frowned.

"I beg to differ." Oikawa was staring at the redhead, his eyes glinting as he crossed his arms, the bundle of keys nowhere to be seen. Sousuke reminded the brunette of Kyoutani, their playstyles and brash behaviour was similar, only Sousuke's style was more refined and he had been tamed by the (h/c). "If not, then I'll get someone else-"

"No." Sousuke grunted out, his fists clenching as he glanced at his captain, who was staring at him with a neutral expression. "I'll kill anyone who touches you."

"Calm down, hermano." Matsukawa whistled. "It's just kissing." The ravenette noticed the protective behaviour Sousuke had for his captain, pulling his shirt down if his skin was exposed, urging him to wash up quickly in the communal bathroom. He almost punched Oikawa in the face one time if it wasn't for Iwaizumi holding him back.

(m/n) gazed at the redhead, his eyes scanning his tense figure before he reached out and pulled his hand. "Then do you mind?" He smiled at the redhead whose cheeks flared. "What?" "Make out with me for a bit."

Oikawa's body was trembling, holding in his laugh as he slapped Matsukawa on the back repeatedly, the middle blocker cupping his mouth with his hand in excited shock. Sousuke's hand that was in (m/n)'s hold shuddered for a bit before he took a hold of himself.

"Are you going to do it with someone else?" (m/n) hummed, tapping his chin in mock thought. "Well I'm doing it for something..." He peered at Oikawa who was grinning. "Either way, if I have to then I'll have to." He nonchalantly stated, observing the agitated redhead.

"I might break their hands, (m/n)." Sousuke whispered to his captain, his hand now laying on his shoulder. "Then just swap spit with me." The (h/c) winked.

Sousuke stared at his captain for a moment, the gears in his brain moving and locking in as he grabbed his chair to sit and scoot directly in front of the (h/c) whose smile reached his eyes. Oikawa was hollering in the background and Matsukawa was holding in his cackle.

Bet he's a bottom. Oikawa didn't have a clear cut objective in his plan. He just wanted to see (m/n) melt one way or another. Sousuke was an added bonus, he was so annoyed with how good chemistry they had on the court.

Hazel scanned the (h/c)'s body, his eyes moving upwards to catch (e/c) staring at his bottom lip before they locked together. (m/n) smiled and tilted his head. "Don't regret this." "..."

Sousuke placed his hand on (m/n)'s bicep as he slowly moved forward, his breath held in. (m/n) chuckled as he closed his eyes, leaning in and he gripped the redhead's thigh, rubbing his thumb into his ace's pants.

The redhead's heart was racing, he stiffened his trembling hand as he gripped the armchair and he felt his world turned into bliss when his lips pressed against his captain's.

Sousuke was rigid as he nervously opened his mouth, panicking internally when he felt no response. "Let's go slow..." (m/n) cooed as his other hand moved to cup the redhead's jaw, his nail teasingly scratching his neck.

He flinched before humming awkwardly, closing his lips and letting his captain have his way. (m/n) gently lapping up the redhead's rough picked lips, his tongue softly swiping against the redhead's clenched mouth. His grip on Sousuke's thigh tightened.

Oikawa was laughing and taking a picture secretly, Matsukawa was hiding his smile with his hand, amused at the current scenario in front of him. A certain middle blocker is gonna be so pissed when he finds out.

The redhead cautiously opened his mouth, poking out his tongue and (m/n) seemed to stammer when it met with his. Sousuke could taste a lingering salt on (m/n)'s tongue. "Noodles for dinner?" "You know me." (m/n) chuckled before holding Sousuke's face with both of his hands and clashed their teeth.

Sousuke grunted as his breath stuttered when the (h/c) entered his mouth. He moaned when (m/n)'s tongue pressed againts his hard palate and he heard his captain's quiet laugh.

The butterflies in his stomach was raging as he forced himself to stop acting so nervous, his hands finally moved to hold (m/n) by the waist, rubbing his sides up and down. He had to swallow more than normal with how generous the (h/c) was licking his tongue, the taste of soup placating his buds and their saliva mixed.

Moving forward, Sousuke's chair scratched against the floor as he forced it closer to the (h/c)'s, desperate to have more. He couldn't believe that he was doing this. What kind of miracle did he walked upon? If any other man had sat in his position, he would have had his neck wrung.

"Nggh- hah!" He pulled his face back, panting with spit drooping down his chin. His penis was undeniably hard, the outline stretching against his jeans. Sousuke's face was hot, his cheeks red and he felt even weaker seeing the (h/c)'s expression.

(m/n) was smiling shamelessly and licked his lips, his heart fluttered and light. His own cock was also erect but he couldn't show that. The (h/c) wiped both his and Sousuke's face. "You had enough?" "..."

The redhead stayed quiet, swallowing his saliva. Sousuke wanted more, (m/n)'s tongue and drool in his mouth, or even his in the (h/c). Either way, it could never be enough. He had gotten a taste and Sousuke was Adephagia.

His hand gripped (m/n)'s lower waist, dangerously close to the plump of his ass and the (h/c) let out a quiet groan while biting his bottom lip. Half-lidded (e/c) eyes glared at burning hazel. (m/n) smiled as he felt Sousuke pulling him into his lap.

Sousuke kicked the (h/c)'s chair away as he held the captain on his lap, his left hand fondling down his back and his other rubbing (m/n)'s thigh. Their mouths were connected again and Sousuke immediately took the chance to thrust his tongue past (m/n)'s lips.

The taste of udon was more apparent now as he intruded his captain's mouth, pushing his wet muscle against the (h/c)'s. (m/n) moaned as his teeth scraped and he tried to push back. His hands are now in Sousuke's red locks, pulling and roughing them up.

(m/n) (l/n) couldn't say he never meant to end up in this position, sitting perchly in his ace's lap while sloppily making out with the redhead. Oikawa annoyed him and if the only thing that got him to shut up was for him to swallow someone's spit, then so be it. It was a plus for him too, how long had it been since he let loose anyways.

Sucking Sousuke's tongue was a different story however. He knew the redhead's obsession- passion for him. His intent gaze lingering over his figure, his rough fingertips brushing against his face and it didn't help he was handsome and so compliant under his will too. (m/n) could no longer hear the two Seijoh players laughing when Sousuke pulled him onto his lap.

His heart undeniably was pounding against his chest and now he was fiercely face fucking with his ace, Sousuke's hand dangerously hovering over his ass. (m/n) could feel the hard dick under his bosom, teasingly grinding on top of the rough jeans the redhead wore- fuck he shouldn't be doing this.

"Mmng ahh-" He pushed Sousuke away, the redhead frowning and panting with his tongue slack against his bottom lip. "We should hah- finish-" He was cut off when the redhead lapped up his jaw, making the (h/c) mewl and squirm in his hold. "Don't wanna." Sousuke mumbled, letting his tongue drag across (m/n)'s jaw.

The (h/c) huffed as his hands trembled, he leaned back, unintentionally exposing more of his neck. Sousuke brushed his fangs over (s/c) before he bit down, making (m/n) gasp and whimper as he rolled his hips.

"Y-You..." (m/n) frustratingly whined, his arousal was painful as he pressed himself down onto Sousuke's. "Hah...hah..." The redhead pulled away from the (h/c)'s neck, lust and want evident in his desperate eyes. (e/c) melted with equal need staring back.

"...my room." Sousuke immediately picked him up and walked out of the lounge, (m/n) locked his ankles around the redhead's torso. They both were still making out by the time they were out of the Seijoh's sight.

Oikawa was silent, not knowing what to say. Matsukawa was palming his face. "You should've expected that. That red hair guy was basically eye-fucking him everytime they're on the court." "I just....wanted to see him submit...not hooking up with someone."

Matsukawa raised an eyebrow. "Was this supposed to be a kink? That's gross, idiot-kawa." "I JUST WANTED TO SEE HIM LOSE FOR ONCE??" "Whatever it is, he definitely won tonight." The middle blocker secretly adjusted his pants, Oikawa's face was red and blushing.

"Why the hell are you guys in here?" Iwaizumi questioned, stepping into the lounge. Hanamaki poked his head in as well.

"...nothing." "Oikawa made a horny dare." "I DID NOT!!"

Iwaizumi cringed at the setter, disappointment etched onto his face. "DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT-" He wailed and Hanamaki looked to Matsukawa for an explanation.

The middle blocker only raised his hands in mock surrender, his mind wandering to the Shiki pair. Sousuke might show up but (m/n) will definitely not be attending practice tomorrow.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

Wow me posting🤩 the last part is a bit hanging, was supposed to be more slurping but i got sleepy. I wanna ask u guys to like a post that will help my team advance in an engineering innovation competition but that will be most likely indirectly doxxing myself hm😔

I have so many long drafts...like i legit have an almost finished jinx au but goddamn i lost the spirit. Ive been neglecting daisuke ik🥰 ill come back to my big tiddy man soon.

Just finished watching the haikyuu movie yesterday and kenma is terrifying wtf. I see why ppl like him now. The first year fic boutta go crazy

Taglist :

@tehyunnie @rainnyydaysworld @webwanderer @a-short-ass-disappointment @chikai-k @mello-life25

[yanderefics-recs]

Yandere/Dark! Cheaters Recs

for the readers who loves angst, groveling, and some spice like me <3

as of December 2023

The Unsaid Vow by @laughing-with-god (patreon/tumblr) (ongoing)

Remarks: you are married to Jungkook and you have a kid together. You suspect him of cheating however and when you try to leave he gets triggered

A Bird In A Gilded Cage by JUNMAK0 (ao3) (finished)

Remarks: your soulmate, Ushijima, has trust issues due to your past life and was initially not excited to meet you. Still, you grow to be in love but trouble ensues. (just when you think ushijima is healing he swerves around to the other side)

Yandere!Cheater hcs by @hyerinrose

brief sypnosis: a fun oc by hyeinrose

Hoax by @moonlitinks (tumblr) (ongoing)

Remarks: you're in an arranged marriage with ari levinson who has some prejudice about you and is repulsed by you (this one gets pretty dark in the beginning but lightens up as it progresses)

When you found out they cheated on you (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog

Remarks: title is pretty self explanatory

When you tried to move on from them (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog

brief sypnosis: a continuation of "when you found out they cheated on you" (groveling ensues 😈)

Yandere!Hero x Reincarnated!Reader by @bunny-yan

Remarks: the hero and reader are childhood lovers but it's not a cute story wherein they get to be together after the hero's job. The angst reoccurs in lifetimes (the concept of this one is pretty unique so i rlly recommend giving it a read :>)

Where did you go?, pt 2 by @ishouldbeinh0rnyjail

Remarks: gojo satoru got caught cheating by you and went insane trying to get you back (this one was delicious)

Fuckboy! Maknae line trying to convince you to stay by @yandere-society

Remarks: fun drabble! these men are toxic and assholes but it's kinda hot and they say they love you so... 😝

Man In The Mirror, pt 2 by Momo-chan (Quotev)

Remarks: another very unique concept! It's about you being in a loveless arranged marriage but you meet another you in a mirror that leads to a parallel universe

Superbia by alissabex (wattpad) (oneshot)

Remarks: good lord this one is memorable! Every now and then i come back to that oneshot. It's pretty long too so pretty satisfying!

Til Death Do Us Part by ASumOfWords (ao3) (oneshot)

Remarks: THIS ONE HITS EVERY FUCKING SPOT IM NOT KIDDING!!! I was in a particularly darker mood for this one sooooo yeah. Dark!Aemond hides his grief of losing his wife (aka you leaving his ass) underneath his anger. Lowkey wish there'd be more of his feelings in the piece but the author does pretty well with leaving it to the imagination

[mrs-kodzuken]

The beginning of new love ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Wakatoshi Ushijima x fem!reader

WC: 1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, fluff, kind of oc ushijima, just (y/n) loving ushi, big baby ushijima

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The lightening of the TV flashed upon Ushijima's peaceful, sleeping face. I peeked upon his face from the position I was in which was laying on his broad chest.

He's been practicing like crazy lately, of course I hadn't minded, but he does need a break here and there.

There really isn't a time where he's not practicing like his life force depends on it but I understand wanting to constantly improve yourself.

I run a hand through his soft olive hair.

I didn't want to wake him up by asking him to move to his bedroom. So, I simply grabbed the blanket from the side of the couch and pulled it on top of his large frame.

The blanket is always there just in case he or I ever fall asleep on the couch.

As much as he hates sleeping on the couch, I can't bear to wake him up from his slumber. I bent down to kiss his cheek and smiled softly at him.

Not to be creepy but I love staring at him when he's sleep. Toshi has really fierce but elegant features and they are so gorgeous on him.

I checked the time and it was around ten at night, I guess he must have really worn himself out today at practice.

I started to feel bad because I was the one who wanted to watch a movie in the first place.

I grabbed the remote to switch off the TV and cleaned up our empty popcorn bowl. I aimed to be extremely quiet in order to not disturb the hunk of a man sleeping on the couch.

I glanced over at him once more before heading to his room. I definitely didn't want to kill him with all my weight by sleeping on him all night.

I would have suffocated the poor guy.

Once I was in his bedroom, I left the door open, no matter how much it scared me. It was just in case he woke up and decided to come in here.

I'll have to say, Ushijima's bed was way bigger than mine for sure.

This meant that whenever l sleep in his bed, it's like I'm a small bug. No joke.

I switched out of my clothes into his large and comfy sweatshirt and shorts. I love being a little replica of him.

Sinking into his unusually comfortable bed, I pulled my phone out.

Deciding to play a game till I got tired seemed like the best option. I opened my 'games' folder on my phone and picked one.

After a while, I had grown bored of my games and phone. I glanced over to his side of the bed and looked at his pillow.

I snatched it and pulled it towards me, pretending that it was Toshi, I cuddled it. The scent of him enveloped me as I breathed it in deeper into my lungs.

If he saw me right now he would definitely think I'm being more weird than the usual amount.

I checked the time and saw that it was almost 12 am. Sighing, I turned over to my left, still cuddling the pillow tightly against my chest.

A strange feeling made my body awake. I peeled my eyes open to see a tall figure at the end of the bed.

That's not scary at all.

A chill ran down my spine as fear shocked through throughout my body. I calmed down as I came to the realization it was just Wakatoshi.

The poor guy had the couch blanket wrapped around his body and head. The simple gesture made him have the resemblance of a child.

A very large child.

I picked up my phone to see what time it was, my clock on the lock screen had shone 3 am brightly, almost blinding me.

Leaning up, my body still heavy with sleep even after the scare. I opened my mouth just a bit to speak but he beat me to it.

"Why'd you leave me in there by myself?" He questioned me quietly.

I raised an eyebrow and refrained from letting out a little laugh.

"Really? You were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you. Did you want to sleep in here?" I chuckled and moved over more so he could lay down beside me.

Once in, his big arms held warmth as he pulled me closer to his chest. I just couldn't help but to roll my eyes at his soft state.

I didn't know he had such a soft and delicate side along with his usual demeanor.

"You're so cute." I turned over more to peck his rosy tinted lips.

I watched him stare at me as I did so back to him, a kind of awkward silence filled between us before he got my hint. Moving in towards me, he kissed my lips.

I chuckled as he pulled away with a slight pout. I could only wonder what was going on in his mind. His eyes trailed all over my face.

That must've been a sight to see, I had just woken up after all.

He leaned in once again but started pecking all over my face. I started giggling at him while he kissed my nose. This is so unlike his usual behavior that if anyone were to see, it would be unbelievable.

"I like you." He stated, straight faced, when he was done pecking all over my face. I couldn't help but to let out a cry of laughter. It simply just escaped my mouth.

"I like you too, Toshi," I softly replied, leaning up to kiss his nose too.

We have been in a relationship for about four months and he keeps saying that. I think it's really adorable, it was as if he didn't know there was anything else he could say besides, I like you.

On the same note, it felt a bit too early to rush into saying the 'I love you's'.

I turned back around and let him nuzzle into me, his face buried within the crook of my neck. A smile graced my lips before I had fallen asleep once again for that night.

However, this time Toshi had me wrapped in his big warming arms and I felt complete.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

the header is from bianca 🖇️ on Pinterest

[jamminlocks]

CUTE??? {Komori fic}

Tags: F/M, komori motoya x reader, komori motoya & reader, komori motoya x oc, komori motoya & oc, humor, fluff, funny, Komori centric fic, POV third person, Komori Motoya is a mess, original characters are unnamed and not described other than their vibes and player number, not beta read, oneshot Word count: 2106 Summary: amongst a crowd of volleyball players walking around the gymnasium, Komori bumps into someone while he is looking for Sakusa and Iizuna. A/N: in the haikyuu timeline, this is set at the interhigh tournament after Karasuno lost to Aoba Johsai. i will come back and edit this [ao3]

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It’s day two of the interhigh national tournament and all four courts are still in the middle of a game.  Everything is lively, from the games on the court to the audience on the bleachers. The different cheers are loud and its echoes fill the gymnasium. It's almost distracting enough for Motoya to focus on the game in front of him when the crowd watching from another court is getting all riled up. He sits on the bleachers along with the rest of his team. Kiyoomi sitting right beside him. The game in front of them being Matsukawa Tech vs Inarizaki, barely in the middle of the second set. 

Much like last year, the cheering on Inarizaki's side was grand and hostile. Motoya feels bad for everyone serving in Matsukawa, going through the unpleasant feeling of getting boo-ed at. It's already bad enough that they are six points behind Inarizaki but they seem to be catching up when a wall of their blockers scores, blocking a spike from Ojiro Aran no less.

He wanted to watch a little longer. After all, Inarizaki is a team Itachiyama has an eye on for many reasons. Matsukawa Tech also had their best server in the current rotation. As a libero, Motoya needs to understand how they play for him to know how to best receive. But, he'd like to drink something that isn't water before a game, maybe go to the restroom and wash up. It will save him from Kiyoomi's commanding scowl when he asked if he had washed his hands.  

Motoya excuses himself. As he stand, Iizuna-san, who is sitting behind him, asks "where are you going?" 

"I'm gonna try to find some Potari sweat and go to the restroom." 

"Oh, I'll come with you. I actually want to see what they have on the t-shirt stalls." 

"I'll come, too." Kiyoomi said, still focused on the game. 

"You want to go to the restroom, too?" Motoya said, hinting it to something which Kiyoomi doesn't like by side-eyeing him.

"I want to see Shiatorizawa's match up close," his cousin coldly states. 

Motoya scans the occupied courts, the match with Shiratorizawa is way on the other side. If they're quick on their feet, they won't mess much. Not feeling the need to tease his cousin any further, he waits for their captain and his cousin to stand and they all excuse themselves from their team as they walk out of the lined seats. Letting Iizuna-san lead the way. "Let's get going," he said to them.

"Who are Shiratorizawa up against?" Motoya asked, padding the pocket of his sports jacket, checking if he had left some money in them. It had enough money for a drink.

"It's Chikuida," Kiyoomi said, not a hint of enthusiasm for the mentioned team. They're not a powerhouse like Shiratorizawa or Itachiyama, nor are they newcomers to the national tournament.

"They're back this year?" Motoya said, somewhat excited. "Good luck to them I guess." And good luck is all he could wish for them. Much as he likes for the tables to turn to Chikuida's favor and for something fresh and new on the tournament brackets, he doubts they could actually beat Shiratorizawa, especially against Ushijima-san’s spikes. It is an exciting thought if they can. When they walk up to the game in question, it, too, is at its second set, which is already impressive given Shiratorizawa won both sets the day before. "Wow, they're even so far," Iizuna-san pointed to the scoreboard, displaying 10-11. In that moment, Chikuida scored from a spike from their opposite hitter sticking directly on the line, changing the score, 11-11.

They watched without seating on the bleachers and out of the way from where people were walking. The game flows with the two teams basically interchanging points, continuously neck and neck. Then, Chikuida is ahead of Shiratorizawa by four points. Kiyoomi leans a little closer. Motoya notices and he snickers a little. As per-usual, Sakusa Kiyoomi gets agitated at the possibility that another team is inching closer to the level of powerhouse schools.

Iizuna-san waves for Motoya to come with him then turns to Kiyoomi. "Sakusa, I'll go ahead with Komori. Be back in a minute."

Kiyoomi only nods in silence, attention still at the game. Motoya and Iizuna-san leave him in the spacious area among the audience of the Shiratorizawa vs Chikuida match. The two then split up when Iizuna-san headed to the t-shirt stalls to peruse. 

The restroom came first before the vending machine, so Motoya goes there to wash his hand – wiping with his own handkerchief, of course – before buying a drink. Lucky for him, one of the machines has Potari sweat and it drops out without much trouble for him. As he walks, he snaps open the white cap of the bottle, deciding whether he should go back to Kiyoomi or look for Iizuna-san.

And then, the crowd suddenly grew densers, players, gymnasium staff, and the media staff merging in the hall. Their long strides became careful short walks not to add more hassle in the crampedness. Motoya does his best to move around everyone that comes in front of him from what he can tell, he’s getting closer to where he last saw Iizuna-san.

He keeps an open eye for the signature bright yellow of Itachiyama’s jersey in the crowd while closing the led of the bottle. Instead, Iizuna’s mint green hair is the first thing he spots. Motoya calls out to his captain as he waves his unoccupied hand though doesn’t seem to hear it. He moves forward through the crowd until he allows a pair of players to pass. Coming from a different direction, someone bumps into Motoya and the person yelps weakly. The collision has him losing grip of the bottle. As the person starts a half scream that's immediately cut when they catch it could hit the ground.

"Ah, sorry!" He quickly apologizes with his hands shyly reaching out to them, worried that he might have bumped into them somewhere inappropriate. The person stops and stands up right meeting his gaze. A player on the girls side of the tournament. She hands the bottle over. Her team uniform is white with dark green sleeves and a green number 11. She looks at him in shock, worry and apologetic, but she squints. Then, it instantly switches to a charming, wide smile that almost had her cheeks hide her eyes.

“OH HEY!” the girl chimes, less of a greeting and more of realization. Voice smooth and silky, mixed with a kind of bubbly friendliness. "You really do have round eyebrows! That's so cute!!" 

Confusion came like being thrown a bucket of warm water on his back. His first reaction is to laugh in his befuddlement. 

“Eh???” is all Motoyo could muster as he stands still and grip on the bottle getting firmer. 

Then, there's giggling from beside the girl, players in the same uniforms as her, trying their best to hide their laughing and wheezing. They seem just as confused as to what just occurred and appear apologetic on her behalf. Their sweet and nice voices adds to Motoya’s embarrassment. Lucky for him, they are having secondhand embarrassment from teammate’s action underneath their laughter.

"That's what you say first?" The girl in number 5 said in disbelief, grinning from ear to ear as she teases her teammate. "Not even a ‘sorry’?" Said the girl with the number 8, who sounded more troubled despite being humored by it as well.

Someone with the jersey labeled number 2 steps forward, confident and concerned. Their vice-captain, he assumes. "I'm really sorry for my teammate here,” she starts, bowing to Motoya. “She doesn't know how to think before she opens her mouth."

He would have said ‘no worries’ or ‘ it's fine.’ But still a bit surprised from what's happening, Motoya’s words practically froze and he could hesitantly bow back while darting from one girl to the next assessing how many saw that. It did not help that they are all very pretty and they don’t seem offended by him.

“I’m sorry,” number 11 said. “Your arm’s not hurt, is it?” She speaks so kindly. 

Motoya actually checks for pain. Nothing is really there other than a sting that will leave in a moment or two, so he shakes his head. “It’s alright. no harm done,” he said, trying to match her softness to appear not irritated, waving his arms to her to communicate not to pay no more concern over it.

Chuckling, number 5 says, “you really are something, huh? Calling the nation’s best libero ‘cute’.” 

The mention of his appointed title was an arrow of panic in Motoya’s veins. They know him?! He screamed in his thoughts. What else do they know!? 

"She's right though, you are pretty cute," bluntly said by number 12, hand on her chin as she eyes Motoya up and done. Her eyes hinting cheeky interest in him and he thinks something popped in his head. Getting called cute by a pretty girl once is flustering, but again by another girl? That's more than he thinks he can take. Motoya could feel two more degrees of heat up his face. What should he say after that? 

“Um.. thanks?” Motoya said in appreciation while trying his damndest to not sound squeaky in front of these girls. 

Number 11 turns to Motoya again and simply states, “I mean, you do look better in person,” effortlessly doubling down on her comment. They all laugh at her honesty to blatantly compliment him again.

“And taller,” added 5 and some of the girls shook their heads in agreement. Number 2 is the only one who does not join in, placing a hand over her face.

“Um, what's going on here?” Iizuna’s voice invades and takes everyone's attention, and he is with Kiyoomi. The question was more likely pointed to Motoya, but the vice captain of the girl’s team quickly raised her hand and bowed slightly to the two players. “I’m sorry. One of my teammates bumped into your libero and nearly dropped his drink,” she explained.

The other girls follow suit by apologizing to Motoya’s teammates. One by one, they bid the libero farewell. Saying ‘bye’ to Motoya teasingly with a sweet tune as they smile and wave. 

“Good luck to you, guys,” formally said the vice-captain. Motoya and Iizuna-san return it.

11 waves to him.“Sorry again, Komori-chan.” Her voice still caught him off guard. 

Motoya’s eyes last strays on the girl with number 9, who has been covering her laughter the entire time. She gives him an amused look as she smirks at Motoya then sends him a flirty nod. The gesture makes him want to hide his warm face. 

He watches them all leave, almost in a trance. While Iizuna and Kiyoomi are left to ponder what they just walked into.

Suddenly, Motoya sharply turns to the two. Fists clenched and pumped. “GUYS!” He calls them. His cheeks and ears slowly turned to a shade of red. Eyes wide in nervousness, panicked, yet determined. A quivering smile.

“WE- WE’RE GOING TO WIN!!!”

“That is the goal,” Kiyoomi deadpans.

The two may not completely know what had happened but it must have been something enough to practically short-circuit his brain. It finally settles to Motoya that his heart is rushing.

Iizuna nervously laughs, "How about you drink that Potari of yours?" 

Motoya does and he accidentally chugs down the entirety of the bottle.

“You good?” Iizuna asks, concern in

Motoya meekly says “yeah” but he doesn't believe him. With the Libero drinking a 500ml bottle, it leads all of them back to the restroom. Kiyoomi washes his hands again for good measure while Motoya does business, then washing his hands and face. Yet he is still flustered.

Returning with their one teammate several shades redder, Iizuna had to explain that It isn’t a fever or anything and his loose understanding of the situation that happened.

After that, Itachiyama won their match that day and the following matches after that up until the finals.

That little interaction Motoya had with the girls was long forgotten by the time they won the inter-high school tournament. To Iizuna, it's probably the strangest prophetic thing he has witnessed. He isn't superstitious, but it sure was funny to think that Motoya basically manifested their wins. Kiyoomi could care less. As for Motoya, little compliments placked in his brain and the memory of the event comes back to him clear as day. If he thinks a little too long about it, he’ll just steam his head up like a kettle.

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A/N: I had this on my drafts for so long that but when i found out it was komori's birthday, I had to cram this like it was an academic essey due tomorrow ahahahahahaha

but i think i should apologies cause I dont know how to tag this. its technically a komori centric fic, but could be read as 3rd-pov komori x reader fic (to whichever girl had the most rizz lol) or 3rd-pov komori x oc fic, so i tagged it as both. i hope it doesn't bother anyone its tag that way.

thanks for reading and Happy birthday to Komori 🎉🥳🎊

[chiwhorei]

♡ 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙!

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♡ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎! 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝙰𝚄? 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜-𝚝𝚘-𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜? 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗? 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚠𝚎’𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎!

♡ 𝙼.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟿𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝟻𝚙𝚖 𝙴𝚂𝚃. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜/𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍!

♡ 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚞? 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝!

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Connie Springer - AoT || @cower-before-power

Hange Zoë - AoT || @14thcommander

Kenny Ackerman - AoT || @bluebellhairpin

Nanami Kento - JJK || @crybaby-ink

Yuji Itadori - JJK || @saintsugu

Ushijima Wakatoshi - Haikyuu!! || @strafepanzer

Yami Sukehiro - Black Clover || @chiwhorei

Zora Ideale - Black Clover || @ricecrispiebirb

Matt Miller - Saint’s Row || @sinful-sketches

Barbatos - Obey Me || @arvandus

Barry Allen x OC - DC, The Flash || @attack-on-speedsters

Miguel O’Hara - Marvel, ATSV || @teratonasti

Tormund Giantsbane - Game of Thrones || @teratonasti

[shingo-naizuke]

•~•My Masterlist WIP•~•

•°Ikemen vampire°•

Arthur Conan doyle

Vincent Van Gogh

Theodorus Van Gogh

Napoleon Bonaparte

Leonardo Da Vinci

Isaac Newton

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Jean d'Arc

Le Comte

'The cruel Prince'

Cardan Greenbriar

-*Shatter me*-

Kenji Kishimoto

Aaron Warner

○Bsd○

▪︎Armed Detective agency▪︎

Dazai Osamu

Ranpo Edogawa

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

¤Port Mafia▪︎

Chuuya Nakahara

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

♧Decay of Angel♤

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

•~Hunting Dogs~•

Jono Saigiko

Tetcho Suehiro

♥︎Guild♠︎

Edgar Alan Poe

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

{Haikyuu}

~•°Karasuno°•~

Tsukishima Kei

Tobio Kageyama

Hinata Shoyo

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Koshi Sugawara

Yuu Nishinoya

●Aoba Johsai○

Toru Oikawa

Akira Kunimi

¤Nekoma¤

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Tetsuro Kuroo

☆Fukurodani☆

Kotaro Bokuto

Kenji Akaashi

◇Shiratorizawa◇

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Tsutomu Goshiki

Eita Semi

Satori Tendo

♧Inarizaki♧

Shinsuke Kita

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

■Genshin■

Scaramouche

Diluc

Kaeya

Venti

Tighnari

Kaveh

Heizou

Baizhu

Childe

-~•°Honkai star rail°•~-

Blade

Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

Gepard

Sampo Koski

Loucha

Welt

Arlan

Genre i write

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

What I don't write

Rape

Yandere tendencies (I will write it sometimes, but to my liking, I won't write yandere tendencies like non-consensual or things like that)

Smut with minors (all characters will be grown up)

Kinks like pissing or vomiting

Torture

Character x character

Oc x character

Toxic relationships

Requests are open :)

English in not my first language so, sorry for any mistake

[baeshijima]

pls i am so not ready for the soulmate and actor au blade fics... with your writing i am just preparing myself for the emotions they will put me through 😔

on that note though, how many wips do you have if you don't mind me asking? there's always a new or recurring draft you talk about and honestly it makes me excited wondering what fic you will publish next!

nonnie when i tell u i am not ready to write those two fics when ive already cried over them.... sighs....

and ofc !! i guess this could be like a mini wip update of mine for ppl to see 😭

genshin wips:

hidden blessing - albedo

[unnamed drunk reader fic] - alhaitham

to you, who holds the stars - university + coffee shop!au alhaitham

look at you go, mr. loverman - ayato

my unfunny superior wants to be... funny? - cyno

[unnamed] - royalty!au dainsleif (heir!reader x royal captain!dainsleif)

a melusine's guide to love - neuvillette

how to prevent your crush assistant from leaving - neuvillette

life as the iudex's assistant - neuvillette

monsieur neuvillette has an... apprentice?! - neuvillette

immortalis - reincarnation!au zhongli (reader is reincarnated)

i accidentally stole the heroine's role and now the male leads won't leave me alone! - transmigration + royal fantasy!au various

even gods work overtime? - god/mythology + fantasy!au various series

[unnamed] - secret relationship!au various

lips of honey - various

ring the love love bell !! - love alarm!au various

waking up beside them - various

welcome, otherworldly customer - fantasy!au various (reader is a patissier & the men are non-human/out-of-this-world/immortal beings)

what it means to become human - detroit: become human!au various

hsr wips:

a knight's oath - royalty!au argenti (heir!reader x (personal)knight!argenti)

[unnamed] - aventurine hurt/comfort

[unnamed] - husband!aventurine

one in a million - modern + actor!au blade (exes-to-lovers)

as fate would have it - soulmate!au blade

[unnamed] - god!au blade (god!reader x fallen/banished god!blade)

[unnamed cat dad bass player blade fic] - university!au blade

the weight of a sinner - pre-canon timeline!dan heng

wounded pride - dr. ratio

[unnamed] - dr. ratio

of reunions and bittersweet heartache - high-cloud quintet reunion; takes place in jingliu story quest; can be a sequel to [of lattes and dozing generals]

roll the cameras! - modern + celebrity!au various

"who did this to you?" - various hurt/comfort

hsr men in a zombie apocalypse - various

other:

forever yours, never mine - royalty + soulmate!au ushijima wakatoshi (knight!reader x heir!wakatoshi)

end of summer - itoshi sae

crush culture - itoshi sae

series:

love is war - spyxfamily!au alhaitham (tumblr)

[unnamed] - hsr various

when all goes wrong, fake it - transmigration oc various x reader (quotev)

traversing realities - reverse(ish) transmigration + fantasy/dungeon!au oc various x reader (quotev)

aeternus - transmigration genshin various (on quotev & ao3 ; on hold)

forces of attraction - jjk various (quotev & ao3 ; on hold)

[forever-infinity]

Welcome to the new experience

hello there everyone! i have decided to start this account fresh!

please be 20+ if you would like to RP with me, as I am 21+. i mainly rp on discord, but I don't mind discussing it over here on tumblr.

i write in 3rd person! and i mainly write between 4-8+ paragraphs depending on what is needed of the rp! nsfw is okay, but it won't always be the main plot, and I prefer doms, but switches are okay as well! (just to note I am not the type to write a uwu bottom, unless that is something you request.)

i like fandomless, and fandom rp! NO double ups at the moment. MXM ONLY.

-ships...(bold is characters i muse as)-

tv shows/movies

will graham x hannibal lector

derek hale x stiles stilinsky

stiles stilinsky x peter hale

scott mcall x stiles stilinsky

dean winchester x crowley

anime

deku x shinsho

kirishima x deku

hinata x ushijima

oikawa x hinata

hinata x tsukishima

langa x reiki

naruto x sasuke (boruto)

ash x eiji (banana fish)

eiji x shorter (banana fish)

megumi x yuji

yuji x todo

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any plots work for any of the above ships! but here is a list of plots for fandom and fandomless (oc x oc)....(bold is what I have a high muse for, but you don't have to pick that!)

sunshine x grumpy, enemies to lovers, childhood friends, horror-apocalyptic, modern au's, arranged marriage, fake dating, rockstar au, love a first sight, fantasy, roommates, strangers to lovers, power imbalance, sugar daddy x sugar baby, etc.

feel free to message me over here on tumblr! if you would like just send me message asking me for my discord and I will do that as well!

[laroserie]

— masterlist.

🦈 — ocs.

– yandere!incubus

pt 1. [ the start ]

– yandere!omega

pt.1 [ the start ] -> yandere!omega with an omega reader [ headcanon ] -> yandere!omega with an alpha reader [ headcanon ]

– (yandere!)high noble fae lord

part 1 [ headcanon ? / blurb ] part 2 [ headcanon ? / blurb ]

🕸️— x-men.

– various x-men character x non-mutant!reader [ headcanon ] [part1]

– various x-men character baking with reader [ headcanon ] [ part 1 ] (romantic or platonic)

– various x-men characters with a queer!reader [ headcanon ] (romantic or platonic)

🏐— haikyuu

– small ushijima headcanon

🏤 — hazbin hotel.

– (yandere?) alastor x baker darling

part 1 part 2

🗝️ — nijisanji (en).

– luxiem with a sick darling [ one-shot - headcanon ]

– mysta bittersweet goodbye [one-shot ]

🦇 — dc comics.

– jason with a male!reader [ short little thought - headcanon ]

– all of the times tim drake told you he loved you [ one-shot ]

– joining the batfamily by dating bruce wayne [ blurb / thoughts ] [ part 1 ]

🐇 — genshin impact.

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🎅 — christmas 2023

– all the time Tim Drake told you he loved you [ one-shot ]

– christmas with Akutagawa and Atsushi [ one-shot ]

– spending christmas with various oc's [ headcanons ]