#zeldawrites | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

fantasy-zelda-blog · 6 years ago

Text

Shards - Kurootsukki angst week 2018

Hello everyone. This is part my one-shot for kurootsukki angst week 2018, and also one chapter of my Haikyuu!! / The Legend of Zelda crossover series. I am writing a bit behind schedule as this one-shot is inspired by prompts of day 1 and 2, respectively break up and sacrifice. Thanks to @chigayuazlin and @kuroocult for organizing this amazing event.

To @mitrr and @eroismpro for their constant support. <3

I have never written a sad ending fic in my whole life, will I be able to do that this time?

Enjoy your reading :)

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16287938

An orange-hued light was coming through the patio doors, so gentle that his eyes didn’t need to adjust to it. Tsukishima left the door slightly ajar behind him. Should Akaashi wake up, he would be by his side in just seconds, ready to comfort him again. He sat on the floor of the hallway, knees drawn up and palms pressed against the cool surface beneath him. He could feel the pleasant warmth of the desert dawn, giving him a bit of relief as he settled his shoulders and head against the wall. Try as he might to stop the flood of questions Bokuto’s words generated, his mind was throbbing with worry.

He heard a twinkling bell, a long shadow soon advanced toward him. He sighed, not knowing if he should be happy or sad. A pair of golden, slitted eyes looked at him and blinked a couple of times. Wasn’t it ironic that his mind wandered to when he accepted his lover’s proposal? Tsukishima snorted. He stretched his legs and reached out to scratch under his new guest’s chin, who immediately purred. “Come on,” he sat it down on his lap then started to pet its black fur. The cat offered his belly and closed his eyes. “Brave like a panther in battle, but a scaredy cat when it comes to serious talking, uh?”

Golden tendrils enveloped the pet and Tsukishima’s fingers now carded through dark-ink bed hair. “Do we need to talk?” Kuroo asked, panic marring his features. His mind must have been as tired as Tsukishima’s one. “You could easily guess what I think.” Seeing that he elicited no answer, he kept speaking from Tsukishima’s lap. “I think Bokuto is the dumbest and most stubborn person we’ve ever met. He crushed Akaashi’s heart in the stupidest way and I’m so...” Kuroo covered his face with both his hands, dragging them down when he spoke again “... so angry at him that it’s a good thing he flew away.”

They fell silent for a bit. Far noises of the house starting its day were a comforting soundtrack. Some birds on a rare, nearby tree engaged in a singing contest, their soft melody louder than anything else. Tsukishima’s thighs were becoming a bit numb. Not a chance his mind would become equally deprived of sensation and find a bit of peace. His soul, indeed, was a battlefield. Whatever he could choose to do, someone would suffer. If he kept dating Kuroo, Bokuto’s best friend, he would constantly remind Akaashi of his lost lover. But would it be any better if he broke up with Kuroo in order to let any traces of Bokuto disappear from Akaashi’s life?

He only wanted to curl up somewhere and cry. “Tetsurou, I can’t do this to Akaashi.” Kuroo sat up but Tsukishima slumped down his head. A warm hand stroked his hair, “You think Akaashi would be happier seeing the both of us heartbroken?” Kuroo sounded almost disappointed by Tsukishima’s way of reasoning. “Of course not,” he moved away from Kuroo’s touch. “But it would be a constant stab to his heart if we kept seeing each other. Bokuto brought you here, Bokuto played matchmaker for us-” “Bokuto will be back soon when what triggered his absurd panic is stone dead,” Kuroo said with finality. “I know it will take time for Akaashi to forgive him, but they are meant to be together,” he muttered, “just as you and me.” Tsukishima’s lap was again occupied by Kuroo’s head, who took a strange interest at the ceiling and started to frown at it.

Tsukishima felt all the more shattered, sensing how much Kuroo believed in their own love and was sorry for him as well. Tsukishima had indeed talked with Bokuto, and he was sure Kuroo had too because he witnessed them arguing the last night. But Kuroo evidently didn’t want to accept his friend’s decision.

When Tsukishima met Bokuto for the first time, they were kids. Bokuto was smaller than average young owls and so insecure that he quite never shapeshifted into a human and just kept staring at Akaashi. He followed the young prince everywhere, at a distance, thinking he was not noticed. It wasn’t impossible not to grow fond of the shy owlet who became Akaashi’s not so secret admirer. Besides, they owed it to his constant night patrolling near Akaashi’s chambers and to his courage that back then Akaashi survived. He already loved him to the point he disregarded his own life in order to save him.

Tsukishima shook his head, “He will not come back. He knows he will put Akaashi in grave danger if he stays by his side.” Tsukishima shivered at the memory of Bokuto’s words. “Grave danger?” Kuroo asked incredulously, “I thought you wouldn’t care about superficial diplomatic shit, Kei..” Tsukishima closed his eyes. “He didn’t tell you...” “Of course he did tell me. But, Kei, you can’t possibly think that the Ritos would break their alliance with your realm only because Bokuto, their champion, could one day have a lovers’ quarrel with your prince Akaashi, whom Bokuto just chose as his betrothed, to boot.” Kuroo nervously waved his hands as he talked. “Bokuto panicked because he is overprotective of Akaashi and couldn’t stand the thought of any diplomatic issues stemmed from their eventual breakup. This is insane, only Bokuto could come up with this sort of thoughts. Why would you think so negatively right from the start? Why would they ever break up, they’re two peas in-” It was hard to interrupt Kuroo’s rant. “No, Tetsurou, he really didn’t tell you anything.” “Tell me what?” Worried by the recurrent statement, Kuroo brought his hand to Tskukishima’s face. Kuroo’s thumb stroked his cheek, and it immediately tingled in a pleasant way. In a too familiar, soothing way. Kuroo the cat wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He considered to back away again, however, his greedy side made him lean into it.

Tsukishima glanced to the side and whispered, “He foresaw it, he dreamt it, Tetsurou, he dreamt him…” Finally, he cried, thankful he had long learnt to do it silently. Even if Kuroo promptly hugged and cradled him, he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact tears were streaming down his face, that his nose became stuffy and his head heavy, as though only sobbing could reveal he was a crying mess. Kuroo tightened his hold, Tsukishima could feel his hot cheeks against his shoulder. “Kei, please, please, tell me what he dreamt.” But from the way Tsukishima hiccupped, Kuroo must have understood and didn’t ask anymore. When he was sure he could talk, Tsukishima spoke again with a thin voice. “I can’t encourage him to ignore what he foresaw.” “I know,” Kuroo murmured. He was probably trying to accept the idea that the four of them would never again be together in the same room, that their mutual friendship was in tatters. And the worst part was that they shouldn’t try to piece together its shards.

But Tsukishima had to steel his resolve, “I can’t go happily around with you by my side. ” Kuroo exhaled a long breath. “We will give Akaashi time to heal.” He kissed his neck and left his lips there, his breath fanning over Tsukishima’s skin. “I’ll wait for you.”

Tsukishima opened his eyes. No one was around. Akaashi had ordered not to disturb him the whole day. No sound came from the room to his right nor the daylight reached its interior through the door Tsukishima left open just a crack. He entwined one hand with Kuroo’s long fingers and with the other he coaxed Kuroo out of his hiding place. “Kei,” Kuroo pleaded. As if it was a forbidden gesture, at first their lips met softly. After some minutes, though, they became hungrier, spiralling down the pit of their love, driven by passion and desperation.

A gust of southern wind swiped the floor and brought inside some dry leaves. At their rustling, Tskukishima gently pushed on Kuroo’s arms to break the kiss. Dust floated in the air, heavy with a bit of sand, a perfect, warm-toned background for the man in front of him. Kuroo’s hair was messier than ever as if matching his internal struggle, his smile loop-sided yet unsure, his eyes watery and his nose red as a cherry, how could Tsukishima shatter the heart of a guy near to his breaking point? He avoided his gaze once more and with trembling hands he removed the bracelet Kuroo gifted him as a seal of his love, “Take care of it for me.” Kuroo sagged on himself and grabbed Tsukishima’s wrists. He begged, openly crying, “no, Kei, please, no...” “I can’t ask you to wait for me, Kuroo.” He inhaled deeply as he sensed Kuroo stiffen and heard him make a strangled sound. He quickly added, “but I can let the choice to you at one condition.”

Had it been any other circumstance, it would have been hilarious the way Kuroo sniffled and craned his neck. He looked at Tsukishima full of hope and eagerly nodded, not daring to speak. “You still have to be our Sheika ambassador but you will not visit us for at least one year.” He gulped down the lump which was strangling his throat. “I-I will be in charge of receiving your updates through letters until… Gods! I can’t tell you when we can properly be together again… Akaashi has loved Bokuto since we were kids, you know?” Kuroo cackled. Tsukishima couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Kuroo doubled in laughter, even heaved for breath. “You,” he tried to recompose himself, “you scared me to death, Kei!” Annoyed by the strange reaction he caused, Tsukishima swatted Kuroo’s head more than once. Kuroo grasped his forearms and kissed the back of his left hand before pulling him into his lap. Tsukishima was straddling Kuroo’s thighs, facing him. If Akaashi witnessed them right now, their public display of affection would crush him. So much for trying to protect him. Tsukishima felt incredibly uncomfortable at that mere thought and wiggled in Kuroo’s hold, who in any case didn’t loosen his grip on him.

“I thought you were set to get rid of me for good,” he said, now calm, almost sad. “But I will always love you, I would have in any case.” Looking him in the eyes, he muttered, “I believe you’re too smart to misunderstand the meaning of ‘forever’.” “Idiot, don’t remind this kind of promise while we are breaking up!” But it was clear that no heat animated Tskushima’s words. “We’re not!” Kuroo protested. “We are!” Tsukishima rebutted. While he squeezed Tsukishima more fiercely than before, Kuroo saw Akaashi standing by the slightly ajar door, a hand clasping it for purchase. The light was enough to let him see Akaashi mouthing the words “Love him, please.” Only when Kuroo gave him a nod, Akaashi retreated into his room.

24 notes · View notes

fantasy-zelda-blog · 6 years ago

Text

The Freethinkers League

Pairings: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji; Matsukawa Isse/Hanamaki Takahiro; Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Ushijima Wakatoshi/?; Tsukishima Kei/?; Other Haikyuu!! characters

Genre: Fantasy; conspiracy au; new technologies enhanced by magic.

Word count: 1429+

Chapters: 2/?

Rating: Teen and Up

Potential Trigger Warnings: tendency to depression; crossdressing; retrograde society (homophobia etc...)

Except for receptionists and assistants, most of the people dropped what they were doing to watch the display, a hidden force irradiated from it and coerced men and women to listen. Kenma followed the tendrils of oppression till they approached him, "I created you," he thought, and they dissipated into nothingness.

Notes: Hello Katie @theauthorish , this is your gift for @haikyuusecretsanta 2018. It’s a multichapter fic and the 3rd chapter will be posted soon. In the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy Kenma’s POV and the Fantasy-conspiracy setting. I know in these first two chapters there are no gender swaps or boys in skirts, which you like, but have faith in me, we’re getting there :)

Happy New Year!

P.s.: I was so happy when they told me I would be your gifter <3

Read it on ao3

Chapter 1 - Shields

In the lobby of the Headquarters, the brand new announcement was playing on the flat screen when Kenma took his seat. He hung his head, pretending to read something on his handheld, but using the curtain of hair which now enveloped his face to spy the room. A simple but effective method of an undercover rebel.

The digital character he had animated spoke with a professional smile slapped on her face, "Your security is our priority..." Bile rose to his throat at the words, the words he must use to cover the consequences of the umpteenth unjust law the Elders proposed to the Government "for mankind's sake" and that the Government obediently approved. Usually, the Headquarters took the harshest actions during winter holidays, while all minds daydreamed about gifts, lazy days off, trips, family gatherings, friends coming back home to visit. Kenma consequently half-hated that period of the year, his heart throbbing with longing for the beloved ones he had to leave behind.

In the last couple of years, to avoid rendering his soul a savour battlefield, starting December, Kenma tried to enjoy the little daily pleasures only Christmas gave: fairy lights, tree ornaments, seasonal coffee and tea collections, cute Santas popping everywhere. And the snobbish satisfaction to frown upon kitsch decor. He must admit, the lobby he was examining hadn't lost its classy touch in time. Each year the majestic tree showed a cold yet quite pleasant elegance, accomplished thanks to finely decorated glass balls and discreet monochromatic lights.

Towards the end of the announcement, focusing again on the room, he noticed the air must have been still all through it. Kenma waited, hoping someone would dare to mutter a protest in the lion's den. However, luck didn't stick by his side that day either. Finding brave freethinkers or mages fed up of buying Government's bullshit became an impossible mission, or maybe Kenma's standards were too high, and he should just stop searching new fellows right under the higherups' nose. Sitting on a stool at a speakeasy, perhaps his yardstick to evaluate courage would more easily find new allies.

"Good morning, Kozume," Ushijima said in a formal tone as he interrupted Kenma's thoughts, "follow me. Tendou and Semi are waiting for us."

Kenma sat up and launched a questioning glance to the towering man, "I presumed they were still abroad."

"Chief has summoned them for urgent matters. Your help is requested as well." Ushijima stopped abruptly in front of a water dispenser. Bending forward to fetch a plastic cup, he whispered into Kenma's ear, "midnight, at Goshiki's place."

Kenma looked him intently, "I'm here to serve," he pronounced the words of the sworn brothers.

Chapter 2 - A sweet fragrance

Quiet and elegant, the neighbourhood consisted of traditional buildings climbing a hill and of a park occupying its higher part. Since he got off at the last train stop, Kenma had already walked ten minutes, but thanks to the scent of umes soothing his senses, his lazy side didn't complain.

If he must define it, an exquisite residence would be the correct way to describe the house of his client. It didn't shock him that the nameplate at the entrance gave away no hint about the identity of the host. Kenma had indeed previously done any kind of research he could think about; however, nothing more than the company name he was now reading had come out.

Hating to be not adequately prepared for what a job entailed, he hesitated before ringing the bell. He searched for clues, but the most interesting thing he noted was the delicate holly border framing the front gate. A discreet way to celebrate Christmas. Whether the owner had good taste or he was capable of choosing staff who concealed his eventual commoner's upbringing. At times like theirs, commoners had a hard time advancing to the highest ranks of society.

Even though blessed with extremely advanced resources to enhance new technologies with old magical powers, or maybe because scared of the sudden development, their country progressed only on the surface and actually returned to unfair, ancient practices. In the ascent to power, they favoured nobles or rich upstarts who could provide a fake aristocratic lineage. In principle, a pure bloodline became necessary to be someone, because, they said, only abilities transmitted through generations assured stability. And it didn't matter if a family of peasants could unroll a papyrus full of wizards in their ancestry: only conservative aristocracy always kept loyal to the Government. In the end, though, owning a vast amount of money, bowing to the Elders and being refined like a pureblood in every aspect of life were the right requirements to climb the ladder of success in their retrograde society.

Finally, Kenma rang the bell, and soon a butler escorted him in a large genkan. There, a Christmas tree towered the room. While he toed off his shoes, he studied the ornaments. Most of them made of transparent, white or pale gold glass, they reflected or captured the lights, creating a fairytale atmosphere which remembered him of old times.

Of fights between Kuroo and Akaashi about how to embellish the house for Christmas, but particularly the tree. Usually, they would end up with unique solutions: half of the tree decorated in Kuroo and Bokuto's style and the other half gratifying Akaashi's desire; two different trees; draws to establish who would be Ruler of the Winter and decide on any little seasonal object their house would display.

He missed their shared life so much sometimes it was excruciating to breathe. Especially when he thought about Akaashi, the pain strangled his throat. For what small comfort it could be, at least Kuroo and Bokuto were sent away together, and for how much incredible it might seem, Kenma still managed to have news about them from time to time thanks to their sworn brothers. But Akaashi was chosen for the riskier mission, and he couldn't afford to try and contact any of them, his isolation far worse than Kenma's.

Once again lost in his memories, he found himself already in a meeting room, sat across what must be the host's chair, still empty. The setting reminded more of a personal study than a business room. Not that any pictures packed the shelves or the desk, but vases, bookends, coffee table books revealed the same tread leading to a nerdy person who liked thunders, owls and trees.

The moment Kenma started to connect the dots, his lungs constricted, a fist grabbed his stomach and made him wheeze. He wanted to hope, though he wouldn't delude himself.

"Sorry for the wait," a velvety voice said.

His tongue now frozen, Kenma didn't reply. No one approached him. Nothing happened for several seconds, or minutes, Kenma couldn't say. As he noticed the man's laboured breaths, he mustered up the courage to turn towards him. "Keiji," he muttered.

The given name shattered Akaashi more deeply than the initial surprise: he closed his eyes, and after he reopened them, they widened, filling instantly with tears. When they hit the floor, the air filled with a sweet fragrance of jasmine while vines bridged the gap between Akaashi and him.

Gentle tentacles reached for Kenma's wrist and circled it. He couldn't resist but to smell one of the blooms. However, the instant his nose touched the petals, all disappeared. Akaashi bowed his head briefly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." His face was paler than milk. "I believe your office failed to tell me that Sugimoto-san wasn't available today."

Kenma stood up. In an attempt to reign over his trembling, he clenched his fists. "Seems so." The thunder roared inside of him, threatening to manifest as Akaashi's powers had just done.

"Let me introduce myself," Akaashi husked, "I'm Akinori Hiro, Ceo of Safety Net Labs." A wobbly smile accompanied the lie. He side glanced to a vase, and white lilies blossomed in it.

At the sight of his favourite flowers, calm descended on Kenma like a balm. The implication of Akaashi's gesture gave him the confidence to say more than two words. "You should keep up with the season, Akinori-san. Lilies are out of place in winter."

"There are parts of us which are always a bit out of place. But it's our little secret, Kozume-san, isn't it?"

5 notes · View notes

fantasy-zelda-blog · 6 years ago

Text

Gingerbread & co.

Title: Gingerbread & co.

Pairings: Kageyama Tobio/Hinata Shouyou; Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei/Kozume Kenma; Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi; Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji; Hitoka Yachi/Nishinoya Yuu; Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Ushijima Wakatoshi/Yamaguchi Tadashi; Matsukawa Isse/Hanamaki Takahiro.

Setting: slice of life; chef school au; foreign students; France; 20+ y.o. characters.

Word count: 1000+

Chapters: 1/8

Rating: Teen and Up

Potential Trigger Warnings: none.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17330126/chapters/40771001

Summary: “If you scowl any longer at the window, it will shatter. I’m too young to die from exposure,” Tsukishima said, interrupting the silence. He lounged devouring a book on a settle beside the hearth, nonetheless wrapped into blankets like a burrito. A considerable amount of cushions arranged around and beneath him softened the old wood of the bench. The image of a lazy, perpetually cold venerable aunt. If he hadn’t just spoken, Kageyama would have thought none other than him occupied the common room.

Notes: Hello @elliejoys , this is your gift for @dailyhaikyuu Secret Santa 2018. I am deeply sorry that I am so late. I hope you can forgive me. This is a multichapter fic, already wholly outlined. I’ll try to update it as soon as possible, because you deserve a finished gift. In the meantime, I wish you a happy new year!

4 notes · View notes

fantasy-zelda-blog · 7 years ago

Link

CHAPTER 2

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Haikyuu!!, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time, The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime/Princess Zelda, Oikawa Tooru/Link/Hero of Time, Ukai Keinshin/Link’s uncle/Tooru’s uncle, Yamaguchi Tadashi/Saria, Daishou Suguru, Sakishima Isumi, Hiroo Kouji, Nohebi/Kokiri, Karasuno/Kokiri, Aobajousai/Hylians, Iwaizumi Hajime/Princess Zelda/Sheik, gender fluid Iwaizumi Hajime, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjirou, Tendou Satori, Terushima Yuuji, Aone Takanobu, Futakuchi Kenji, Koganegawa Kanji, Takeda Ittetsu Additional Tags: Haikyuu!! and Legend of Zelda’s series crossover, Crossover Summary:

Haikyuu!! and The legend of Zelda’s series crossover.

@mitrr @celesoran @macabow @bl-fan @lustfulcat @k8ecrowley @things-all-love @saunterfics @seamorered @akigodessofautumn @eroismpro @humandisasterbuckybarnes

Self reblog

17 notes · View notes

fantasy-zelda-blog · 7 years ago

Text

Writer’s block

Ok, since I have barely had free time lately I am seizing the day now that it’s the start of Christmas break before all my duties for school start to nag me and make me feel miserable because I keep procrastinating things till the very end.

That said... I have experienced a writer’s block, which is unusual for me as an essay writer, but it seems it is quite normal for me as a fiction writer. At this point, I thought I needed help because I know I have started on the wrong foot, I mean, I only drafted a very very generic plot for my main plot and quite none at all for my subplots. And my subplots are so many. I have a lot of ideas in my mind and I was scared that put them down would restrain me too much. To make it worse, from a certain point of view, a lot of ideas just come into life while I write. I was lucky till now. But now that I am dealing with a character I am less familiar with and with the urgency to write the third chapter of the first part of my series, I don’t wanna be a hero, and the second of the second part, Golden hues in our valley, I need to stop and make a decent scheme for what my story is: I dunno where I am really going. I keep imagining scenes, but a story is not done by scenes, is it? What is worse, this imagination of mine only emphasizes my tendency to describe things in detail, seeing that I like to build the scenery. This won’t do, I know it.

And here I am, writing down my character’s story. Man, it’s easy and difficult at the same time, seriously. I started with a sprint and after 30 minutes I feel drained as if I lived my character’s 25 years of life all at once. But I believe this is the right thing for me to feel since it means that my character is so full of life and so eager to come out of my head that he is consuming my vital energy :D

Yeah, go for it, Akaashi, drain my soul just a little bit more. Bokuto, Tsukki and Kuroo are waiting for you to finish. Not counting Tooru and Iwachan glaring at us from the distance.

#zeldadrabbles #i don't wanna be a hero #golden hues is our valley #akaashi keiji #tsukishima kei #bokuto koutaro #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!! fanfiction #plus I need to get a grip in order to write something for a couple of zines I would love to join #zeldawrites #haikyuu!! - the legend of zelda crossover

4 notes · View notes

fantasy-zelda-blog · 6 years ago

Text

To my old friends @mitrr , @eroismpro and @julzlajulzjulz

To the new people I've met thanks to discord (thank you for your support) @glitch-writes @cheetahleopard @crowsimagine @sugaandyams @stacysmash @howpearlsareformed @gilrael

A school into the woods - update

Hello every one! I posted 4 new chapters: we are near the ending and some mysteries are solved. I hope you’ll enjoy the reading.

@ymanimon

For #haikyuufantasyexchange2k18

read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16500977/chapters/38866577

Snippet from chapter 9 - Books and windowsills

Had someone said to Terushima “One day you will wear a living scarf,” he wouldn’t have doubted it could happen in a world full of magic like theirs was. However, he imagined talking feather boas, nicely chatty, affectionate neck warmers, with tiny soft hands ready to massage your sore spots, silky scarves which would change colours and textures based on your mood or requests.

On the contrary, the scarf he was wearing at the moment had his own free will, no chances it would listen to him, and not because it was born from a rebellious charm, and, moreover, it, well, he was a nice companionable “study mate.” Daishou, as a cobra, sat wrapped around Terushima’s neck, wore cute tiny glasses on the bridge of his nose and provided keen comments about what Terushima was reading or the notes he was taking. The smoothness of Daishou’s new skin provided a pleasurable massage when he moved around or descended at table level to read the smaller footnotes. When his head rested on an open page, Terushima got on the verge of melting in front of that cute sight.

#haikyuufantasyexchange2k18 #hq fanfic #zeldawrites #haikyuu!!#kagehina #kageatsu #atsukagehina #terushou #daisuga #iwaoi #kyouhaba #bokuaka

6 notes · View notes

harlivycommissions · 3 years ago

Text

PUBLIC COMMISSION! JEON YEO-BEEN , VINCENZO ━━ [ #500 ] ／ click on the source link below to be redirected to the gifs. all the gifs were created from scratch by us. respect our work, do not claim as your own, do not edit, do not redistribute. lastly, please like and reblog if you find these helpful or have intention on using in the future.

[ ! ] content warning: eating, drinking, flashing lights, guns, kissing.

a special shoutout and thank you to the wonderful @zeldawrites for ordering this gif pack.

#rph #rpc #rpt #gif pack #jeon yeo been gif pack #*gp

81 notes · View notes

fantasy-zelda-blog · 7 years ago

Link

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru Additional Tags: Merman Iwaizumi Hajime, Human Oikawa Tooru Summary:

Iwaizumi is a grumpy yet philanthropic merman and Oikawa is a bit of an airhead. Self indulgent because I love swimming underwater and water in general. Plus, iwaoi ❤

#iwaoi #zeldawrites #merman iwaizumi #mermen au #mermaids au #haikyuu!!#hq fanfic #haikyuuwr #ficsforvera #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x oikawa #oikawa tooru #mythology #sirens

15 notes · View notes

fantasy-zelda-blog · 6 years ago

Text

@ymanimon awww, thank you so much for the appreciation and support! 😘😘😘

It means a lot that you want to read the next chapters

A school into the woods

Hello everyone. My assigned creature for Hq!! Fantasy exchange 2018 is the wonderful nymph who inhabits the woods, the so called “dryad.” I obviously added a lot of other creatures: fairies, shapeshifters and wizards. You will find all my giftee’s fav ships: Kyouhaba, Daisuga, Kagehina, Terushou and Kageasu. However, I could not disregard my fav ships, which luckily my giftee seems to like as well: Iwaoi, Kurootsukki, Matsuhana. All right, let’s go down to business, folks. We are dealing with a mystery short story: will you be able to tell who’s the culprit? Enjoy your reading :) P.s.: the chapters from 1 to 4 are really short, but they become much longer starting from chapter 5 - Overwhelming.

@ymanimon I hope you’ll like it (stay tuned for the next chapters).

P.p.s.: I wanted to take part to @haikyuuhalloweek as well with this fic, but I didn’t make it in time. This is for day 1 and day 3 @novocaine-sea and @emotabek

As always, as thank you for the constant support: @mitrr and @eroismpro

read it on ao3

Chapter 1 - The welcoming speech

Yahaba prided himself on always paying attention to others, on always being polite. He felt awful as he noticed that his distraction was spotted by the student right in front of him. Even worse, the guy clearly was forced to give the welcoming speech, given his perpetual scowl, which, by the way, only deepened every time he glanced at Yahaba.

But Yahaba just couldn’t focus on words when a whirlwind of needles had been prickling underneath his skin for ages, when admiring the vines which decorated the main building of the school wasn’t going to slow down the fading sun. His head slumped down, he tried to slow his breaths.

A hand squeezed his shoulder, “Shige-chan?” “I-” the usual pain rattled him. All went black. “We’ve got you,” someone lifted him and water gave relief to his nocturnal feathers.

Admittedly, it was mainly Suga’s fault. He should have picked the signs of discomfort of his students. Even better, he should have listened to Daishou, at least this time, and let them rest at a local inn so that they could arrive with the sun high in the sky instead of low on the horizon. A bunch of young shapeshifters could not take such a risk, no matter how much trained they were. Moreover, the sinking feeling associated with Tanaka and Noya’s disappearance furtherly impaired the control over their powers and curses.

Chapter 2 - Apologies

“I’m extremely sorry, Sugawara-san.” The headmaster of the “Creatures of the Forest Academy” bowed deeply. “Please, Sawamura-san, this is totally my fault.” Suga flailed his arms in an attempt to break the headmaster’s submissive pose. “ Of course it isn’t. I should have escorted you to your rooms as soon as-” “As soon as we arrived?” Suga’s tone was so soft that Sawamura finally straightened his back. “I suppose we are teachers who aren’t happy to change accurately planned schedules, isn’t it?” “Strangely enough, I agree with my colleague, Sawamura-san,” Daishou snickered. The headmaster didn’t acknowledge Daishou’s remark and addressed Suga once more, “Then, as a sign of newborn friendship, please, call me Daichi.” Both Daichi and Suga’s cheeks grew warm “Of course, Daichi, but only if you call me Suga.”

“All right, you punctuality freaks wouldn’t want to be late to our rescheduled dinner, would you?” Daishou had the rare mercy to interrupt the awkward silence. “Don’t make me choke on your honey, Suga,” he added in a whisper into Suga’s ear.