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I’M SERIOUSLY ABOUT TO RISK IT ALL FOR IWAIZUMI. I’M NOT KIDDING HE IS SO DAMN FINE. FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT REASON??? I WANT HIM TO SUFFOCATE ME IN HIS BICEPS. JUST CRUSH MY SKULL LIKE A GRAPE SIR-
Reader:F Character:Hajime Iwaizumi, Daichi Sawamura Rating:G Summary:It was hard not to be overwhelmed with anxiety sometimes. It felt like everything became overwhelming and it was hard to stop crying. Bu the love your life was always there to comfort you. Warning:Fluff, Anxiety Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
It started with the shake of your hands. Then your mind became a jumbled mess and then finally the tears came. You were sitting in a quiet part of the university with your head in your hands, your entire body shaking.
It was just animal biology, why did it make you so anxious. But the idea of a buzzer test made the fear bubble up inside of you until it was spilling over. You rubbed your eyes and tried to calm yourself down from the anxiety. But every time you thought you calmed down, the fear came back and you were crying again.
Nestled in between lockers you were crying quietly to yourself, but it didn’t take long for your boyfriend to find you. The squeak of his sneakers as he walked down the hall, calling your name until he found you.
He said your name quietly under his breath before he rushed over to you and slotted himself beside you. His natural instinct was the wrap his arms around you tightly.
“Hey, hey.” He said as he strong arms lopped around you, “I got you, I got you. You’re safe. I promise.”
You sniffled and rubbed your cheek against him. You croaked, “Hajime.” And your boyfriend just held you tighter. Not letting you go as you started to settle down from the wave of anxiety.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, “Why are you crying? We couldn’t find you in the club room. I got worried.” He looked down at you and pushed your hair out of your eyes. You looked so small and fragile against him. You shivered like a leaf and whimpered like a puppy.
“Stupid animal bio. We have a buzzer test today and I’m freaking out. I’m going to fail this. I know I am.” You sighed, “I don’t want to have to retake the course, but I don’t know what else to do. I feel hopeless!” You cried.
Iwaizumi continued to hold you and rub your back. He kissed the top of your head lovingly. He said, “You can do it, baby. I know you can, I know it seems daunting but you can do it.” He encouraged as he pulled away and looked down at you.
“I just don’t know what to do. I get the shakes every time I think about the exam. It makes me feel like I’m going to throw up.” You stammered, your throat felt clogged and your hands felt shaky.
Iwaizumi let go of you and shrugged off his varsity hoodie. He pulled it over his head and quickly put it on you before you had a chance to say anything. He pulled up the sleeves of you and kissed your inner wrist. He said, “Tomorrow, go into the exam with this hoodie, and any time you worry or get anxious, think about me.” your eyes met and he smiled, “Remember if you pass this course, your one credit closer to us living our dream.”
Your heart raced for a different reason when he mentioned your shared dream. The future you planned together and finishing university was the first step. He leaned in for a kiss, your lip balm smeared across his lips as he deepened the kiss.
When you pulled away you cupped his cheek, the sweater felt a little warm but it was comforting nonetheless, at least enough to calm you down from your anxiety attack. You swallowed back the last bit of tears and nodded, “You really think I can do it.”
“Of course, I’ll even help you study. I don’t know a lot about animal bio, but I can try.” He gave you a grin. He laughed when you playfully pulled at his cheek. He knew you were calming down.
“Thank you, Hajime.” You said.
“Anything for you, because I love you. I have my water bottle in the club room and you better finish it before we start. Looks like you’ve been crying for a while.’ He rubbed your left eye to get the tears off your eyelashes.
You rested your head against his chest for a moment and sighed, “Okay, sounds good.” And curled up beside him. He let you rest there for a moment, letting the last bit of anxiety wither away to a promise of new confidence in your performance tomorrow. You felt Iwaizumi kiss the top of your head and you felt a sense of peace. You had to keep pushing forward and with a reminder of your boyfriend at your side, you felt a little better to do the exam tomorrow and try your best. Because passing this course meant one step closer to a future you two will have together.
The crash of lightning woke you up from your sleep. You looked at the clock and saw it was three in the morning, but the thunderstorm had already hit your small town. The trees were shaking, the wind was wild, the heavy drops hit your window. All along with the crash of thunder.
Another streak of light made you clutch onto the covers. You let out a small whimper and wanted to bury your face under the covers but you felt too still to move. Your heart raced in your chest, you felt a cold sweat through your body and then the tears started.
You managed to pull your knees to your chest and bury your cheek into your left knee. You choked out a sob, only to jump when there was a loud rumble of thunder. The anxiety raced through your body like a locomotive. You clutched onto your legs and tried to settle down by yourself.
Another crash of thunder sent you under the covers and loudly crying. The anxiety around thunderstorms made you cry, you felt like you were drowning in it. As the heavy drops hit the window you cried harder. Loud enough for your husband, Daichi to hear.
He rolled over and opened his eyes at you. He slowly reached out and tried to pull the covers back but you quickly covered yourself with them again. Whimpering gently. He sighed and ducked his head under the covers and reached out for you.
“Sunflower.” He said, “What’s wrong?” He pulled you gingerly into his arms. He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head lovingly. He was starting to wake up more as worry formed in his gut for what was wrong with you.
“The storm. It’s scaring me.” You gulped.
He sighed, “I see.” He pulled you tighter, “No storm is going to get my baby.” He yawned, “That’s a promise. Now let’s get back to sleep.”
Another bright light crossed the sky and you jumped in Daichi’s arms. You shook like a leaf, anxiety overcoming you. You felt too awake from the adrenaline to fall back asleep. Not while all you could focus on was the storm outside.
“I’m really scared of it.” You admitted. It felt so childish to be scared of storms, even as a grown person you still felt anxiety around them. It was something you couldn’t help. It just overcame you like a wave.
“I know. But I promise it won’t hurt you. You’re safe inside, perfectly safe in bed.” He kissed you again. He worried about your crying. Your rapid shaking from the anxiety taking a hold on you.
“I don’t know.” You gulped. You felt
Daichi kissed your forehead to calm you down, “The storm won’t hurt you.” He said, “I promise. You’re safe inside.”
“What if lightning hits the house or a tree, and we lose our house. Or it starts a fire or it breaks a window. Or the rain makes the roof collapse.” You rambled off but were silenced with a kiss.
“Shh.” Daichi said, “None of that will happen.” He let go of you and rolled out of bed. He stiffly walked to the window and closed the dark curtains. He yawned, “There, you don’t have to see the lightning anymore.”
“What about the thunder?” You asked meekly. You pulled the covers to your nose and looked at him in the dark room. You watched him in the very low light walk to his phone and turn on a playlist he has for relaxing. He turned the volume all the way up and climbed back into bed.
“Now you won’t hear it. It’ll be like it isn’t even there.” He assured as he pulled you back into his arms, “Now, shhh.” He said, “Time for rest.” He kissed you, “No need to be anxious, I promise the storm won’t hurt you.”
You tried to close your eyes. You finally stopped crying, but your eyes felt wet and sore. You snuggled up against your husband’s broad, clothed chest and held onto him like a stuffed animal.
“Nothing will ever heart you, beloved.” He said, “Not while I’m alive. I’ll fight the heavens just to protect you.” He kissed you again, “No one hurts my baby.”
“Promise, Dai?” You asked as you continued to hold onto him tightly. He wasn’t worried about you letting go anytime soon.
As the soft music played through the bedroom, as his arms remained rested on you. He kissed you again, so tenderly as if you were made of glass. A precious object that he must protect with his life. He smiled at you and said, “Of course, it’s a promise for the rest of my days. I’m your husband after all. If a husband doesn’t bend the earth for his partner, is he really a husband?”
You smiled a little, finally settling down from the wave of anxiety. You continued to hold onto him and press your cheek against his chest. This felt safe and comfortable. When Daichi started to notice that you were settling down, he started to rub your back gently.
“That’s it. Time to go back to sleep. The storm will be gone by morning.” He said softly. And with that you felt yourself let go of the anxiety and start to drift off to sleep. The storm long forgotten.
cw: afab! reader, fem! reader, slight dubcon, drunk iwaizumi, love potions, matting press, degradation, slight dom/sub dynamics, womb fucking (so much womb fucking, an unhealthy amount) breeding… a fuck ton of cum, multiple rounds, multiple positions, big dick iwa (duh), 69ing
for@introlovesonce upon a time collab! i’m so sorry it’s late, i just lost track of time (aka i didn’t realize it was already march) and sorry remi for bugging you in your inbox so much
this piece has not be thoroughly edited
the knights had been on their campaign for what felt like years but in reality, only two months had passed. they were faced with everything from wild boars and scaly dragons— each more difficult that the last. all being lead by the knight-prince himself, hajime from the house of iwaizumi.
trekking through the thick forest, even his white horse, who’d accompanied him through long nights and days, was getting tired. it was easy to see that his men, too were exhausted.
“at the first inn, we’ll stop and rest for the night. no camps, a nice bed for all of you.” he promised, raising the morale in the slightest. still, it was more than enough to keep them going for the time being.
it wasn’t long after he made his remark that the knights stumbled across what looked like an inn. moss was growing up its side, old brick, a small garden outside and frosty windows. surely, it could fit all them. if not, the prince would pay a hefty sum to persuade their hospitality.
“i don’t know,” he heard one of his men say, “there’s rumors of a witch in these woods…” that’s all iwaizumi thought of them—rumors. getting off his horse, he approached the front door, slowly knocking.
the wooden door opened soon after that and iwaizumi caught a glimpse of the inn’s owner. you were gorgeous, and he was instantly entranced. he watched as you bowed in front of him, recognizing him as a prince.
“we’d like to stay at your inn, if that’s alright.” he looked back, trying to roughly tally the number of knights he had with him but you only waved him off.
“all of you can rest here, what type of hostess would i be if i didn’t let the handsome prince and his men stay the night?” the prince nodded, gratefully, telling you he’d be sure to pay more than the full price. although, he tried not to let his face flush when you called him handsome.
like that, you showed the knights where to leave their horses, and where they could draw a bath if they liked. you also showed them the rooms available, preparing each of the cots.
“come, dinner!” you called for them after enough time had passed. the rowdy men gathered quickly, sitting down at the table as you presented their meal. as they collectively thanked you, your poured a chalice of wine for iwaizumi, whom you’d seated next to you.
what the prince didn’t know was that the rumors of a witch were true, and the reality of said rumors were much closer than he’d thought. unsuspectingly, he drank from the chalice you offered him, thinking nothing of it when in fact, it had been laced with a spell.
drink after drink, iwaizumi only began more extroverted, his cheeks burning pink at his drunkenness.
the men feasted the whole night as you observed them with cheery eyes. foolish mortal men, you thought to yourself, your hand finding your way to iwaizumi’s back. lightly tracing along his spin, your touch gave him the courage to stand up.
“alright, you’ve all indulge, now to your quarters and get some rest.” he ordered his men, but they snickered at the way he drunkenly slurred his words.
you finally had iwaizumi to yourself, though while they all scurried away and back to the rooms you’d prepared for them. leaning towards him, you were practically right next to his ear as you whispered: “why don’t you go get cozy in your room, your royal highness?”
iwaizumi grunted with a nod, making his way out of the dinning room. that gave you enough time to sneak into your workshop, taking a special love potion and putting a few droplets on your tongue. you amused it would be enough, those drops alone would give iwaizumi the stamina to last a fortnight.
from there, you found iwaizumi’s room, the largest one, second to your own of course. he was there, laying on his bed, his shirt undone, exposing his glistening abs. he perked his head up at your presence.
“i’m glad you’re here,” he said, and though the potion itself that laced his cup was not a direct love potion, it would unearth and heighten any existing romantic or even sexual feelings.
while locking eyes, you let the clothes you were wearing slip to the floor, revealing yourself to him.
“i’ve been thinking about you all night,” he remarked, petting your thigh as you sat down next to him, the bed dipping under your weight.
he started sitting himself up, placing his hand at the back of your neck and wasting no time pulling you in for a kiss. the prince was a sloppy kisser, his lips devouring yours like he was a hungry beast, which you happily allowed. your tongues slipped on top of each other and intertwined, letting the magic droplets seep into his blood stream at the same time.
iwaizumi was quick to position himself on top, staring down at your with lustful, focused eyes.
“to be exact, i’ve been thinking about how you’d look stuffed with my cock.” you smiled at his words, your grin challenging him. iwaizumi continued to kiss down along your neck, biting and sucking until you’d been successfully marked as his.
he spread your legs, exposing your bare cunt, already wet and ready. iwaizumi let out a heavy breath, one that he’d been holding for a while. his carefully broguht his fingers towards your folds, running his finger along your slit, collecting your juices.
while looking in your eyes, he placed them into his mouth, getting his first taste of you. it was enough to get him hard on the spot. he then put his digits into your own mouth, ordering you to suck on them.
you complied, seeing how he shuffled to rid himself of his own pants. fluttering your eyes shut, you circled your tongue, feeling how his fingers managed to reach close to the back of your throat, almost making you gag.
it was then that you felt the head of his dick against your pussy. he was thick, thicker than any man you’d taken before and you could already feel how it’s veins pulsed.
“fuck me until tomorrow morning,” you said, popping his fingers out of your mouth and tilting your head back. iwaizumi had no problem with that, cursing with he pushed his dick into you.
you let out a shameless moan, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close. he stayed sill for just a moment, basking in the feelings of you pulsing around him, your warm cunt sucking you in– it made him want to lift your legs up and fuck you into the mattress.
so he did.
he manhandled your body, moving your legs from around his waist to over his shoulders as the prince bent you in half. iwaizumi’s cock now was nestled even deeper than it had been before, kissing your cervix.
“this is what you wanted, hm? to get the prince all to yourself, to be fucked like a common whore?” if it were any other time, you would’ve laughed, told him you were more than a common whore but now, despite being a powerful witch, you whimpered at his words.
he began to fuck you, at an ungodly rate, making your mouth go slack, drool forming on your lower lip.
“more, more, please,” is all you could manage to say, and barely that. because even though iwaizumi was still wrestling with his sobriety, the love potion seemed to give him the strength to fuck you nice and good.
his hands gripped into your plush thighs, adding and extra sensation to you as the knot in your stomach was about to snap. if you weren’t being stretched apart with iwaizumi’s cock, you would’ve tried to hold out a little longer, but after taking some of the love potion as well, you couldn’t stop yourself.
iwaizumi grunted too, “fuck i’m gonna cum, fill up your womb all night until you’re little pussy can’t take anymore, do you hear me?” you nodded, having already gone dumb, your first orgasm of the night washing over your.
“this pussy’s squeezing me so good,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he pushed passed the opening of your cervix, doing exactly what he promised and filled your womb with his hot, white liquid.
his breathing was heavy, both of you coming down from your high, temporarily stalling your antics. iwaizumi slowly pulled out of you, hearing the wet noises of your shared juices spilling onto the bed sheets.
you panted, laying there for just a second longer as iwaizumi put his weight back on his ankles. cautiously sitting back up, your insides were missing the feeling of his cock; of his veins brushing against your sensitive spots, the way his thrusting made your brain foggy.
bringing yourself back up, you placed your hands on iwaizumi’s shoulders, seeing how small he made you feel, you guided him to lay down, wrapping your hand around his cock.
he was still hard, but now he was even more sensitive so while you stroked it, you were gifted the sight of his chest becoming a deep shade of red as he covered his face with the back of his hand.
“we’re not done,” you mentioned, straddling him and lining up you cum-dripping pussy with his fat dick and angry head. sitting down on his cock was a heavenly experience, eyes rolling to the back of your head while your core tensed.
he was so big, that was the only thing that was on your mind, the only thing you could think about.
“that’s it, ride my cock, just that like, like a slut, fuck.”your hands were on his chest, your own nails digging into his own skin as you humped his dick. once you built a comfortable pace you began to jump, putting scratch marks all over iwaizumi’s chest. surely the prince would blame it on some ferocious monster, which only made you grin.
“that’s right, i’m your slut, aren’t i?” you said in between gasps, hooking your feet under his thighs to give yourself a better stance.
“mhm, and i’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are, you like that?”
“yeah.” iwaizumi had added his thumb to your clit, making small circular motions, driving you crazy.
“i’m gonna cum again-” it was so close to your last orgasm but still you were at your tipping point again.
“then cum.” you heard iwaizumi growl, “cum on my cock.” with his command, your thighs trembled as you screamed out in pleasure. your body kept twitching, flinching into iwaizumi’s body as he chuckled?
“what’s wrong? had enough? wasn’t it you that said you wanted to fuck all night?” you nodded your head, embarrassed. youwere supposed to be the one in control, yet you so easily gave it up for this man. “besides, i haven’t had my way with you yet.”
iwaizumi was strong, undoubtedly so and with a swift motion, you were on your hands and knees, your ass high in the air, your hole ready for fucking once more.
the prince pulled apart your ass cheeks, letting a wob of his spit slip past his lips and towards your pussy, making you shiver at the cold sensation.
gripping his dick, he pushed himself back into you, the sticky sounds ringing once more and it was music to his ears. he held on tightly to your hips so much so that he’d most likely leave some sort of bruising but you didn’t care.
he snapped his hips into you at a steady pace because inevitably speeding up. iwaizumi snaked his hand around your waist, pressing down on your lower stomach, making you feel where his cock was buried.
he didn’t care if his men heard him, all iwaizumi could do was focus in on the way you reacted to his body. the way your pussy gripped his dick, the way you arched your back, or the way those sweet moans left your throat.
reaching forward, iwaizumi grabbed the back of your neck, pressing your face against the mattress. again, his dick was brushing against your cervix, leaving your a blabbering mess.
you whined when he left a harsh slap against your ass, his repetition left you sore and stinging but still wanting more.
iwaizumi rammed his cock into you, your own hand making its way back to you swollen clit. you tried to properly get yourself off but were too distracted by iwaizumi hitting every special spot inside you.
“let’s come together, yeah?” he panted, his voice low and seductive. you let out a small ‘mhm.’ increasing the pace of your fingers.
your poor abused cunt started to spasm for the third time that night, “good girl, good fucking girl–” iwaizumi breathed out, shooting his cum inside you, hitting your cervix once more. in attempts of getting it all out, he gave one last thrust, milking the last of that orgasm’s cum into your womb.
you were in a euphoric state, this was the first time your love potion had worked so well, especially when you could feel that iwaizumi’s cock was still rock hard inside you, ready to keep going.
but instead of continuing to pound you, iwaizumi removed himself, his booming voice echoing through the room.
“turn around.” and that you did, still on your hands and knees but this time met with his thick cock right in your face.
“taste yourself,” he told you and without a second thought, you leaned forward, taking his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around, collected your mixed juices.
“fuck it,” iwaizumi let out, pulling you off him, leaving you whining at how badly you wanted to suck him off. instead he put his head again his pillow, signalling you with his finger to come over to where you were.
“let me see that pretty pussy.” and whatever he asked of you, you did, wiggling your ass in his face, giving him the perfect opportunity to stick his tongue into your cunt.
you happily sat on his face, grinding down on him as his skilled tongue went to work. he kitten licked your clit, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
feeling how he moaned into your pussy, it only made you gasp with pleasure, but who would you be if you didn’t return the favor? leaning forward, you wrapped your lips around his dick once again, letting his cock head hit the back of your throat.
you could feel how he twitched and throbbed in your mouth, getting ready to take all his cum to go down your throat. at the same time, you were getting close again, loosing yourself in bliss while he ate you out.
“cum, cum again, fuck holy fucking his, swallow my cum.” iwaizumi’s voice was starting to become more strained and whiny, and just as he said that, you both came together, swallowing around him just like he asked.
your whole body was shaking as you could taste his cum on your mouth, slowly bringing yourself off of him. iwaizumi was clearly just as fucked out, letting you lay next to him.
he’d fucked you better than any man who’d come through those woods ever had, making you wonder if you should put him under a spell binding him to your inn.
although your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the prince kissed your lips, slowing himself down just a bit as his fingers found your nipples.
“don’t get tired now, okay? i think we can go for a few more rounds.” smirking at him, you nodded.
“whatever you wish, your highness.” that seemed to fuel his lustful fire anymore, leaving him to mount you and begin to suck on your breasts.
the moon was still high in the sky, giving you hours more of fun. and the prince, well he would surely be overstaying his visit.
female body parts ! got this idea from tiktok, he calls u puppy
you mewled as you were laying on your stomach, your ass in the air, iwa’s dick in you but not moving. “iwa please” you begged, while starting to wiggle your hips around him. “you- fuck you gotta do it on your own puppy” iwaizumi said. you pouted but you needed some friction so bad so you started moving your hips on your own. ”that’s it puppy, use my cock” you started going faster but it just wasn’t enough. “iwa please want your big fat cock moving inside me”, you moaned, “please help your puppy, puppy needs you” iwa grabbed your hips and leaned over so he could whisper in your ear. “just because you begged so nicely puppy” and started moving.
I’ve been really into the concept of past lives recently, and I thought it would be really fun to post my take on the Haikyuu pairs, and past lives/historical au’s. So here is some steamy, self indulgent T R A S H! This is going to be pretty flawed and there is definetly some movie references in here as well as some historical inaccuracies but I did my best. Also there are no happy endings because I thought that might be pretty unrealistic based on treatment of actual gay men in history.
TW: Suicide, Hate Crimes, Gun Violence
Iwaioi is obviously reminiscent of Alexander the Great and his “best bro" Hephastion. Oikawa was the Grand King, destined for greatness from the moment he was born. Iwaizumi was born among corpses and dirt, exiled to Oikawa’s kingdom, a twelfth son, useless. He lived as a lonely peasant, starving, until he joined the king’s guard. He liked to tell himself he trained with Oikawa because he admired Oikawa’s hard earned skill, and he believed that right up until he died at the end of the prodigy, Kageyama’s blade. After intercepting a strike that would’ve inevitably killed the Great King. He falls, looking into Oikawa’s shocked eyes, bright, and full of tears as he cradled Iwa to his chest. Iwaizumi merely sighed, still unable to touch the man he loved, lest he ruin his life by exposing his feelings. He dies to the violent, primal screams of his love, and he becomes distantly aware of a missed opportunity, as Oikawa’s reciprocation of Iwaizumi’s feelings becomes more obvious with each throat tearing wail. It’s clear that he will die without Iwaizumi, but everyone already knew that.
Daisuga has just graduated in the summer of 1967, and they’ve been stealing moments with each other from the moment Suga transferred to Daichi’s school sophomore year. And Daichi hated himself for it, he was quarterback, and he had the prettiest girl in school. So why was he so smitten with this nerd? This delicate pretty boy made his blood run hot and his heart skip. He was in love, and damn it if Suga hadn’t made it obvious that he felt the same. Daichi had to put a stop to this before someone found out and it ruined his life. Suga heard it from a freshman, the handsome senior, Daichi was going to marry his girlfriend, Michimiya Yui. It made it so much easier to go to Vietnam when he won the draft lottery system. Daichi came to apologize only to find that Suga was gone. Forever. He wrote. Suga ignored it all. Daichi talked with Suga’s mother every weekend hoping to collect any information he could, until the news finally broke, Koushi wasn’t coming back from ‘Nam. Daichi married Michimiya with an empty heart and dead eyes, the fact that they found Suga’s corpse clutching one of Daichi’s letters replaying in his mind as Michimiya read her vows. They had three kids, Daichi killed himself on what would’ve been Suga’s fifty first birthday.
Kuroken has been side by side for years, Kenma serving as prohibition criminal Kuroo’s right hand man. Kuroo has never shown interest in a woman, the rest of the gang doesn’t say a word though their suspicious glances between him and Kenma speak volumes. And they’re absolutely right, Kenma is everything short of a mob wife. All pretty hair and violent tendencies, Kenma values no one’s life, not even his own, but he can’t help but value Kuroo in a such a loving way. They die together, when everything falls apart and the feds are chasing them, bullets shatter the car, ripping everything but their hands apart. Those will stay intertwined forever.
Ushijima was okay with his job, he lived such a sparse simple life, and it was enough for him, the life of a holy man. Until he saw Satori, a young man no older than him, residing in a dark hole of the desolate mental facility he was blessing. The sisters merely dismissed him when he inquired as to why the man was in there in the first place. So he took upon himself to talk to the boy and get to the bottom of this. He didn’t mean to fall in love with the beautiful, unhinged and unholy Tendo. He didn’t mean to commit the ultimate sin, to forsake his faith, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret feeling what he felt for Tendo. The only thing he actually regretted was never protecting Satori the way he wanted to. Never scooping his love in his arms and running away from that foul life. The tears that caught in his throat when he came to Tendo only to find him bald, scarred, and permanently empty, shook him to his core. They dug in his brain and ripped out everything dear to Ushijima, they tore a part that beautiful mind all because they couldn’t understand it. Ushijima swallowed his tears, and mustered his courage, he was going to save Tendo now, even if it would cost him his soul. His big hands wrapped around Tendo’s throat, and didn’t release until Tendo’s empty eyes went out. He died years later in a prison cell. Maybe he and Tendo could have each other, in the next life.
The village did not like Nishinoya, nor did his family. He for the life of him, could not be modest and quiet like the rest of the puritans. He did not go to church, nor did he read the gospel, he ran about in the woods, tricky and mysterious. The governor’s son, Asahi, can’t help but be entranced, he is a scholar after all. And he only follows Noya into the dark wood for "scholarly” purposes, he definetly wasn’t thrilled when Noya pinned his large body against one of the dark twisty tree trunks deep within the wood. Asahi comes to two very troubling conclusions that night, the village was wrong, Noya was not a witch at all, and Azumane would never be able to keep himself away from Noya not matter the cost. It was over for them the moment they were discovered, Noya wrapped in Asahi’s arms. The villagers convinced themselves that Asahi had been put under a curse by Yuu, despite Asahi’s violent objections, and surprisingly brave declaration of love. Noya smiled softly as they touched the torch to his feet, and as the flames ate the innocent man up, Asahi screamed begging the whole village to burn him instead, Yuu was innocent take him instead. Asahi stayed only long enough to press a gentle kiss to Yuu’s now burnt face, just to show the villagers their love was true and deep, not the by product of some cheap curse. While they were all in shock, he slipped into the dark wood, and never was heard from again.
Hinata considered it an insane stroke of luck when he secured a third class ticket aboard the ship of dreams, the Titanic. He bid his mother and Natsu farewell, hoping to secure a job in the new world, and make enough funds to secure them a passage to America one day. His shipmate is horrible though, all cold blue eyes and pompous attitude, until one night when Kageyama surprisingly offers Hinata a drink. Not wanting to refuse, they obviously get smashed drunk, and with pretty pink cheeks, Kageyama grabs Hinata’s face gently. “ i jus’ think no guy should be so damn beautiful” kageyama whispers sleepily, and maybe it’s the liquor, but Hinata doesn’t hesitate to lean in and initiate a kiss. When Kageyama doesn’t pull away, Hinata crawls into his lap. They fit like puzzle pieces and now Kageyama can’t even imagine wanting to kiss anyone else. They make plans to take the new world on, learning fairly quick that they are stronger together. And then there’s water and panic and Kageyama and Hinata are trying to rush a gate because Jesus, there are kids down there. Just because they are poor doesn’t mean they deserve to die, but unfortunately someone seems to think otherwise, because the gate remains in place. They finally stop when the water is up to their waists, and a sad looking elderly woman tells them they’ve done what they could. Tearful children and somber mothers nod in agreement, and it is unsaid that they would go to their respective beds and try to rest so that they might go in their sleep. They lay together on the top bunk and even as the water slips above their heads and they begin to die, their arms hold tight, and Kageyama mouths one last “I love you” Hinata’s fingers in his hair the last thing he feels.
Bokuto is in love with an heiress across the lake, he’s never met her but is sure she is made for him. Akaashi is in love with a rich man right next to him, but that man sees Akaashi as no more than his lowley servant. Akaashi is in love with Bokuto, maybe that is why he involved himself in that horrible mess. He was always getting involved in horrible messes for Bokuto’s sake. It was the height of Gatsby era glamor, and Bokuto, though he never did really like parties, was always throwing them, insisting Akaashi rather than work the parties, served as his right hand man. Akaashi always knew Bokuto was hoping he would meet his heiress at one of his parties, and if it made Bokuto happy, Akaashi hoped she would show up too, no matter how much it would hurt. And eventually she did, along with her husband, and she broke Bokuto’s heart after a very miserable and short lived affair, for her it was nothing, but Bokuto always fell so hard and fast, he was distraught. Akaashi acted on instinct, pulling Bokuto into his arms no matter what line he was crossing, and smoothing his hair in attempt to sooth the crying man. Things became clear to Bokuto then. His tears ceased as he breathed in Akaashi’s soft scent, wrapping his arm around the beautiful man’s waist. They were in love then, finally on the same page for a blissful few months, until Bokuto’s affair was made public, and he was found beaten to death in an alley. Despite all of his generosity and glamor in the past years, Akaashi and Kuroo were the only guests at Bokuto’s funeral. Akaashi never recovered from the loss, he knew Bokuto wouldn’t have wanted him to do it, but that didn’t stop the smile on his face as he smashed the heiress beneath his tires.
Tsukishima had been protecting Yamaguchi for as long as he could remember, always getting in fights and taking beatings to protect his beautiful best friend. He knew boys weren’t supposed to be pretty, he knew what happened to boys like Yamaguchi in the eighties, but that didn’t ever stop him. Not even when Yamaguchi worked up all his courage and told Tsukki he loved him during their freshman year. Tsukki was angry at Yamaguchi for saying that, because he felt the same and he knew that he had to hide it if he wanted to survive. His controlled slipped for a second when Yamaguchi pressed their lips together gently, Tsukki allowed himself to dream one last time before he yanked himself away. He immediately began hurling slurs and abuse at Yamaguchi, things he knew would send the other boy running. And it did. But soon Kei felt an unexplainable urge to go after him, a sinking feeling that something horrible was gonna happen. Yamaguchi did not cry, he held his chin high, no matter how hard the boys hit him or cut him. He didn’t care if he died but he wasn’t gonna do it staring at his feet like a kicked puppy. Kei found him like that, full of fire and courage as he stared down his abusers. The love he felt made Kei’s legs shake, and he knew he’d do whatever he could to save Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi smiled with too much glee for a dead man as Tsukki forced his way to his side, gripping his hand. There were eight of them, with murder in their eyes, Tsukki knew before he even got to Yamaguchi that they weren’t making it out of this one.
Lev and Yaku find each other in 1700s France, Lev is a soft pretty boy, living a luxurious life in the aristocracy. Until he is thrown to the wolves after the loss of his parents, he is ten when he spends his first night on the street. He is nearly taken by a brothel right away, until he is saved by a particularly feisty thirteen year old street rat, Yaku is half his height but serves as his protector nonetheless. They pass the years protecting each other, growing to love each other, but never daring to hope for more than that. As many people in France were at the time disease riddled and starving, so were Yaku and Lev. Of course Yaku went first, he made it all the way to eighteen before he succumbed to his disease, clutching a crying Lev, comforting him even on his death bed. After that, Lev made the mistake of having hope, he joined the revolution in honor of Yaku. He just wanted to make the world a better place, a place where Yaku could’ve survived. He died bleeding from a soldier’s bullet on a barricade, but he was warm, all he saw was Yaku, holding him, carrying him into their next life.
Yahaba always talks and Kyoutani might be always listening, but it’s hard to tell. Until Kyoutani murders his whole family in 1978. He shows up at the gas station him and Yahaba always have their one sided coversations at to find Yahaba working the counter like he always is. He ignores Yahaba’s greeting and begins frantically explaing his situation and motive, all while Yahaba looks on in shock, this is the first time Kyoutani has ever spoken to him. When he asks why Kyoutani is telling him all this, he simply sighs dismissively and says “you’re my bestfriend”, and that’s enough for Yahaba. Clearly he’s crazy, a cute boy he’s never spoken with is in the back of his car and they’re leaving the country. All because Kyoutani actually was listening and not only that, he viewed Yahaba as the most important person in his life. They had been in love from the first one sided conversation they had, and that was becoming clear now. They get caught, sent to different facilities, Kyoutani gets life, Yahaba gets a lighter sentence for being an accomplice. Though they never see each other again, Yahaba always writes letters, and for once, Kyoutani writes back. They spend their lives finally having a two sided conversation, their love never even flickers, and for them, that’s enough.
Haikyuu!!Hunger Games AU could be sick tho! This has totally been done but I rewatched the movies and I had so many ideas! None of yall asked so like all of my posts here!!is!!!trash!!!
Also I’m not obeying any of the cannon rules about one male and one female tribute.
TW: Depression and mentions of death
Ushijima is district one, he’s never given much thought to anything but the games, and he’s a favorite to win. It’s all he’s ever known, and it’s really just sad, because he’s actually a really nice, simple guy.
But the other district one tribute is equally as sad but twice as eager. Goshiki volunteers wayyyyy too young and waay too impulsively. He’s a slave to his own courage and desire to prove himself, and he knows his eagerness has killed him the moment he leaves for the capitol with Ushijima.
Bokuto is district two, he volunteers too, because winning means everything and right now he’s got nothing to lose. Wouldn’t it suck if he fell in love with someone during the games…hmmmm
Daichi is reaped , despite being from two he did not volunteer for this, nor would he wish it on his worst enemy. He knows he will die but he’s going to try anyway, he’s only looking out for himself, until he meets his mentor. A damaged, beautifully kind boy with silver hair.
Tsukki is from three, he doesn’t cry when they call his name, he squares his shoulders and drops Yamaguchi’s hand, certain that will be the last time he ever holds it
That is until they call Yachi’s name next and the anxiety riddled Yamaguchi screams until he is beside Tsukki, dying in Yachi’s place. Tsukki cries then. At least they will die together.
Flashy Oikawa Tooru is reminiscent of Finnick Odair, beautiful, young, and charming. But he’s not just pretty, oh no boys, he’s also lethal. Everything was perfect, he volunteered right away, the first tribute for district Four. Then they pulled Takeru’s name next.
The twelve year old stuck his little chin up, standing beside his uncle, pale as if he might faint, and all hopes of winning left Oikawa, now all he could hope for was Takeru, he would have to protect Takeru because it was too late to volunteer for him
People think a twelve year old has been reaped from five when sixteen year old Nishinoya is called, but it becomes clear by the litany of swear words the boy hisses on his way to the stage that he is no child.
A child comes after him though, Kageyama is only fourteen, all sad eyes and pretty skin. He’s a favorite the moment he takes his place next to Noya. He’s lost his whole family to the games, and instead of planning to win like the rest of them, he simply wants to take his place beside them, until a certain orange monster gets in his way.
It’s silent when they call Kenma’s name in district six, until he locks eyes with Kuroo in who is sitting in the previous victor’s section, that’s when Kuroo starts to scream, panic filling his lungs as his best friend is doomed to a fate he had just barely survived. He knew Kenma wouldn’t make it, and Kenma knew it too.
No one in six screamed when Yahaba was called next, he didn’t expect anything anyway.
In district seven, Hinata refused to cry, despite everyone’s pitying looks. He would prove them all wrong, and if not he’s going to die in a way that brings honor to his family, in a way that Natsu can be proud of. He just needs to find a worthy ally…someone he could die or even survive with for a while at least.
Fresh from his work in the woods, barely old enough to be working in the first place, Lev is chosen and it’s really sad because he had so much potential in district seven…oh well guess there wouldn’t be a victor in seven this year
Tanaka is pulled from Saeko’s arms and thrust onto the stage in district eight, all while she continues to sob for her brother. It’s all terribly unfair but Tanaka promises to do whatever he can to win
Beside Tanaka stands Ennoshita, a shaking boy unaware of his own strength Tanaka has barely spoken to, but will begin to know much more…intimately soon. After all, they’re going to die together
In nine, kunimi looks sleepily at the crowd, he didn’t know the apathy that had followed him all his life would also follow him into the games
Yaku tries to put on a brave face under the harsh glare of the capitol lights, but his tears fall too freely for his own liking, he knew the second his name was called that he was going to die.
Ten is mournful as Atsumu and Osamu stand side by side, their days now numbered much to the sorrow of their family
District Eleven sees Hanamaki sobbing as Mattsukawa makes his way toward the stage, no one blinks, it’s just another relationship torn apart by the games
Mattsukawa ruffles Kindaichi’s hair as the boy cries, fear evident in every feature of his young face. At least he’d have someone to hold his hands when things got scary
Twelve is exactly how it’s always been, Iwaizumi has put his name in the bowl so many times that he only sighs and clenches his teeth as he makes his way to the stage. At least he would get a break from the constant state of hunger that came with living in twelve.
No one is even sad to see Kyoutani go, except ironically, Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi taught Kyoutani how to survive, it was a heartbreaking shame to see the closest thing he had to a legacy die beside him.
Capitol People
Satori hosts the interviews, but he’s mischievous, tricky, you can’t really tell what side he’s on for sure. But you can tell he has a favorite tribute, buff and handsome Ushijima can’t resist Satori
Asahi is a fashion designer who falls in love with his tribute, Yuu, he gets caught and punished for it, it’s very tragic
Akaashi is the head game maker. He’s so logical that you could almost miss the insanity in him. Almost. He has chosen who the victor will be, Bokuto.
Ukai is sort of like Haymitch
Takeda is reminiscent of Effie
Kiyoko is a past victor from eight, now the Capitol’s golden girl
This is probably stupid but like cupid!sugawara has my whole heart. It’s probably just the quarantine talking but I was watching the music video for “Give Me Love” by Ed Sheeran and there isn’t enough DaiSuga angst in this world. So here’s another dumpster fire based on that iconic video.
Suga is super lonely, okay? No one knows how he came to exist or why, and despite looking like a literal angel and acting like one too, no one ever seems to remember his face or him
He has only ever had himself, and though he seems strong it’s breaking him, slowly.
But Suga is so special because he’s always been one of those people who still wants the best for everyone around them, even when they don’t deserve it. Even though he is so lonely, he still loves helping people find the one thing he can’t have: love.
That’s why fate gave him his wings, the itching in his shoulders that resulted in blood stained ethereal wings was a gift, of sorts
He doesn’t know why or how he got the arrows or the wings but he wanders the streets nonetheless, and that’s when he sees them
Kageyama and Hinata are college roommates, they’re screaming at each other over some girl, Suga subconsciously knows neither of those boys belong with that girl they’re arguing about, so he notches an arrow for the first time and fires it into Kageyama’s back
He smiles when Kageyama picks up his tiny counterpart, ending their argument and starting their lives with a kiss
He frowns at the slight pinch of sorrow he feels
The next time he fires it’s at a famous model and his photographer, Oikawa has always been oblivious and Iwaizumi has always been stubborn
Frankly, Suga is exhausted just watching them dance around each other for a night, so he decides to put them both out of their misery, and laughs mischievously when Oikawa knocks the camera from Iwaizumi’s grasp as he jumps in his lap
He can’t help but notice that the sorrow is growing in him
One night he wanders into a party, dimly lit and unsurprisingly full of lost souls, the pain his empathetic heart feels is enough to make him forget the consequences of what he’s about to do
He shoots Lev in the back and watches the giant wrap his elegant limbs around Yaku
Kenma is next, throwing aside his phone and pulling Kuroo down to his level so he can kiss him
Akaashi and Bokuto fall prey to his arrow as well, even though Akaashi was previously unaware of his feelings
Yamaguchi finally works up the courage to kiss Tsukki rather violently with the aid of one of Suga’s arrows
Only after he has done his damage and he’s quietly walking home does he realize his mistake
His face is wet with tears and he’s clearly completely destroyed his heart to fix everyone else’s
In the dim light of his apartment, he looks at his arrow, strong, and sharp. He has an idea
Daichi has been an EMT for three years now, you can see a lot in that time, and he definetly had, but nothing like the beautiful angel boy in front of him
He nearly cried the moment his eyes landed on the prone being, blood and gold surrounding his once beautiful face, an arrow sticking almost daintily from his thin chest
His tears didn’t have a chance to fall, though, because the boy moved
Suga knew the moment his eyes focused on Daichi’s, that he had finally found the one person who wouldn’t forget him.
A piece I drew for the Olympics section of the @iwaoilifezine!! This is the first zine I’ve ever applied to/joined. Really grateful to the mods and contributors for the wonderful experience!!
