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skepticalkoi-catastrophe · 3 years

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|Come Closer| - Kuroo Tetsurou x Black!Fem Reader

The following fanfic is an inspired spin-off of Deciphered by @hoeneymilktea, The Sunrise and Your Sins by @leia505, and fanart by @aikk00 . Pls check them out as well as other spin-off authors. Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. I hope you enjoy~ ♡

Visual of Kuroo

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"Slow down Tetsu!" You squeal childishly as your arms around his neck tighten like your life depends on it.

With you on his back, he runs at full speed. His devilish giggles loud and his large hands cupped securely under your thighs so you wouldn't fall.

"We're nearly there! Just hold tight!"

Children run rampant under the light of the overhead lanterns. Festival game booths, small eateries, and performers parade from the entrance of the temple. Seamlessly dodging the other festival goers an announcement blares on the speakers. The Fireworks Committee will begin lighting the first round of fireworks shortly.

Kuroo's getas frantically clatter against the cobblestone paths just as you both close in on a hill. Trekking upward, sounds of the crowd cease, moonlight and warm neon haze cloud the treeline above.

"Told you we'd get here in one piece." He smirks setting you down gently. "I wasn't gonna drop you."

You nudged his arm. "And if you did, I would've kicked your ass."

Amongst the greenery stood a lonesome tree. It's drooping branches sporting low rustling leaves. Surrounding flower bushes sprout evenly in the grass. You remove your getas, taking a deep breath. Each step a feeling of dewy blades cooling your feet.

Faint cheers are heard from the bottom of the hill. Skyscrapers across the river twinkle over it's waters. Seclusion like this can only be found in a drama you thought.

"How'd you find this place?"

Kuroo steps beside you, his eyes never leaving your frame. You're adorned in a white yukata with patterned red roses and a black obi. His silhouette a gentle glow.

"I always come here after a long day. To clear my head y'know?" He replies kneeling onto the grass. You take a seat between his legs, your back flush against his chest.

"Then I remembered how great the view is from here. I had to show you."

In anticipation you fiddle with the hem of your yukata, his warmth pressing into you as it counteracts the breeze. Sudden gasps from the crowd broke the silence.

"Look!" You smile and point.

Both of you getting a glimpse of the fireworks. Your skin lit ablaze, decorated by shimmering eruptions in the sky.

"They're beautiful."

Crackling glimmers bounces off your irises. You welcome every burst, Kuroo's cheeks pinkish.

"Yeah. Beautiful." He responds looking only at your multicolored shadowed features.

He wanted to tell you so bad, but he couldn't bring himself to. To tell you just how he feels before you leave and never come back. His heart pounded relentlessly. He snaps out of it when you shift in his hold. It wasn't worth it. Three summers have passed and it still wasn't worth it.

You hug his middle, your chin on his shoulder. He's frozen in place. His hands hovering over your waist.

"Thank you for tonight Tetsu, you didn't have to do all this...."

Another firework explodes, earning oohs and aahs from the crowd. Cascaded hues blanket over you both. He shrugs, hugging you back trying his best not to chew his words.

"Don't thank me, y/n. Y-you being here is enough."

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Author's Notes ♡: okay uhm so I haven’t watched Aladdin in so long and I kinda mixed it with some Persona 5 (being a phantom thief yknow!) so yeahhhh anywhooo welcome to anothe POCuties collab! I lm so happy to do a fluffy little thing with good ol Kyou <3 qwq without further waiting, here's my addition to the already wonderful collaborators! Make sure to check their stories too in the masterlist! ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : None!! Fluffy!! Also please ignore typos if any they’ll be fixed later </3

Word count :2.1K

Paring(s) : Kyoutani Kentatou x F! Reader

Summary : When the city you live in is rampant with villains what happens when your seabed by a cold and off putting vigilante (that’s my best summary I’m sorry </3)

Enjoy ♡

Hearing footsteps approaching from behind the barrels he was hiding in Kyoutani felt himself grin as he pushed a group of barrels down before the guards could get him. Soon yelling and crashing could be heard. Bingo , they had run into the mess he made. Running down the street with gold hidden in his clothes he got further than he thought, climbing up and over the crowds as he got a good bit of ways from them. Looking back to see who was following him still he didn't see the group of people moving , and he definitely didn't see the girl appear in front of him until he ran smack dab into her, the two falling to the ground. Getting ready to yell at whoever he ran into he looked down to see one of the prettiest girls he ever saw. Blinking at her and her blinking at him he heard the sound of the guards reappearing, now sounding even more mad. The sound of them approaching snapped him from his thoughts, getting up and helping the girl off the ground “ ‘m sorry'' Was all he said before looking for something to climb up. Seeing that there was a rope hanging from a traveling merchants cart. Running to it he climbed up and over past the girl before the guards caught up, paying attention to her while he slipped away.

Days later Kyoutani went back to the district he ran through days later, this time just wanting to find something to eat. You see, Kyoutani was a seasoned thief , stealing from tombs, jewelry places, houses , mansions , in and everything he could. He was used to scraping by when he was younger but now, he was used to taking from the rich for his own rise to fame, being known as an uncatchable thief. Strolling by he heard people cheer, yelling and sounds of a festival being started rained down the streets. Peeking around a corner he saw a group of guards in front of guys practicing to hold up a carriage of sorts. But who he saw getting in the carriage is what caught his attention ; the girl he arn into before. Interested to talk to her he went behind the crowd into the alley, seeing some of the carriage carriers getting ready to be in the midst of everything. Sneaking behind one of them hesnacthed him before dragging him behind a wall.

After little confrontation he reappeared dressed as the guy he got to take from, fixing the outfit before joining the others ``Ah you must be that new guy, quick get into position, you're holding up the middle left, the one beside the princess” The leader said before Kyoutani was intrigued ‘She’s a princess? Explains why guards let me alone to check her’ he thought as he grabbed one of the llong pillars holding up the seat. Lifting it he felt the rest of them struggle to lift with him “Wow, you're strong” He heard a soft voice say. Looking up he met the eyes of the princess, the young woman he had ran into before “....thanks'' that same raspy voice spoke to [ ] as she heard it before ‘it can’t be...isn't he the one whos been stealing from the temples’ she thought as she ignored it, sucking in a breath as her arranged husband stepped into the carriage with her “hello [ ], aren't you just excited to see everyone so ready for our marriage” the arrangement husband Tooru said to her as she looked out the curian window, seeing the blonde that was under her and what sounded like...growling? He pushed the wooden ple hard to throw off the guy holding up tooru’s side, making him screech as [ ] let out a little giggle. Peering up to her he gave her a sly smile before continuing their walk around the city grounds. After the parade they took them to the castle in which they stayed. Setting the carriage down, the couple got out , Tooru did first before reaching a hand to help [ ] who was being helped by Kyoutani. Giving him a soft smile she went to her still grinning fiance. As the duo went up to the door Kyountai saw a piece of paper left in the princesses seat. Glancing down he took it and the soft material that was beside it. Opening the folded piece of paper he read it ;

“To whoever may find this , preferably the carrier beside me I don't have much time. If you found this and my veil piece meet me at my tower tonight i have a proposition for you~ Princess [ ]”

Placing it in his pocket he watched the duo go into the doors but not before seeing the girl he's been eyeing give him soft and pleading eyes before she was pulled by the chocolate haired male who was still draining about their wedding. As the night came around Kyoutani caught himself climbing the tower of the princess that he was gaining curiosity for her. Making it to the top he sat on the edge of her tower's top roof . Hearing a window open he looked to see the girl in a nightgown come over to him. “Hello there” her soft voice said as he grunted still looking as mean as he did in the street. Trying to get herself up [ ] pushed herself up to the window seal before starting to climb out. Seeing her struggle to join him Kyoutani got down and came to her , leaning a hand to her as she thanked him, using it as a pulling lever for her to get closer to where he was. Gently she landed on her feet as she took in the air from her tower top, sighing “I'm glad you found my note, i was worried one eof the maids or Oikawa would find it and just...make life hard” Listening to her Kyoutani just nodded , looking to the streets below them. “You're...the thief right? Kyoutani?” Hearing his own name from her lips his head turned to hers quickly, seeing as her eyes lit up at the action “How do you know about that?” joining him as he looked below she giggled “ Ah..you look like a ruffian. Besides , when I ran into after my guards saw us collide I knew you'd be someone I could trust. Besides Kuroo that is.” Furrowing his brows [ ] could see the confusion in his eyes “My pet tiger” She answered. As Kyoutanis eyes grew wide she gave him another smile “ I've had him since he was a cub! He’d like you, someone who's free and just unapologetic” [ ] said as she watched the blonde study the ground before glancing at her “What did you need a ruffian like me for? You're a princess , ya got the fame , the money , even the power to do what you want.” Thinking about it she sighed, placing her head in her hand as she stepped over the balcony part of her tower “I wish to be like you ; free. Free to explore, free to roam, free to study and do whatever I want. I wish for more than being just a princess, i want my own identity besides the one I was born in'' finishing her speal [ ] looked to the blonde who gave her a understanding look “You...giving me that sense of freedom...it's relieving to have someone like you around y'know? Someone who isn't on labels or status , just a normal person to have adventures with '' Taking in a breath Kyoutani looked at the Princess `` So you're wanting to be around a thief instead of the safety of your castle huh? You're quite a princess” he said as [ ] huffed “You can call me [ ] i'd rather not be reminded i'm a princess” She said as Kyoutani smirked “Well [ ] wanna go for a trip?” furrowing her brows she looked at him confused until he whistled with a magic carpet appearing up to where they were. Gasping [ ] leaned over to the carpet and touched it , seeing it move to wave at her “W-what...H-how did you” “Found it in a chest when I robbed the temple. Same with this lamp” going in his pocket he held up a gold lamp, swirling it around his finger. Reaching towards the lamp he lifted it higher “I don't recommend touching it, there's a genie in it and I...Don't really need him at the moment…” sliding it back into his pocket he climbed over the tower wall to sit on the carpet before reaching out for [ ] “careful princess” he said as she took his hand and fell farther than she thought, landing in his arms. Smacking his arm before settling in she huffed “I told you to call me [ ]!” Giving her a genuine laugh Kyoutani tapped the carpet, starting it up as they flew from the castle “Yeah yeah I know, just wanted to say it one last time”

And this is how they formed a bond ; Kyoutani coming over to take her on night trips or catching her when she wasn't around her father and fiance. Their bond grew over the next few weeks and after a while she was just used to seeing him everyday. He met her pet tiger Kuroo, she met the Genie in the bottle he talked about before. She confided in him about how she hated this made marriage and how she wanted to get away while he told her of the life he lived before, not having much and fighting for the basics in life. It brought them together and showed each other a different side of the world they didn't expect to see. Soon they were pretty much inseparable, [ ] claiming she didn't need any help going to the store when she was really going on adventures with Kyoutani, the two going to do more searching and heist together. Even after seeing what and how he steals she was more intrigued than disturbed. One day during an improved exploration from being upset [ ] spoke up after the two had sat in silence. “Yknow you could be a king...we could be a couple” Looking at her laying on his shoulder Kyoutani rose a brow as she continued “I...used to hate being a princess….trying to find a sutor and having duties when i'd rather be around people my age..it was draining...but once me and you met I had to know more...I needed the thrill in life that i found in you and now look at us. Sitting out here watching the sunset and I just feel...better about this all y'know?” Finishing , [ ] sat up and curled on her knees ``But i'd get it if you didn't feel the same, it wouldn't change anything I feel..” Softly Kyoutani took [ ]’s hand and kissed the back of it before hesitantly wrapping his arms around her shoulders ``You don't have to be afraid...I..feel the same..I think..” Mumbling to himself he continued “I don't know much about love or feelings….And I definitely don't know about kingdoms or any shit like that..but i'm willing to make you happy” blinking up to the usual stoic blonde “Im harsh, a loner..and one hell of a thief but..thats what ive been told i'm good at...it's what i was used to hearing about me. A king...a potential lover..that's changed. I hope I could be good at it but it scares me now..” Looking back at [ ] he felt his face heat up “Seeing you sad before you got in that cart with whoever that shitty guy is made me...sad? Mad? It's...hard to explain but I wanted to make it better...i wanted to make you feel better..and now..maybe I can'' Pulling her closer he lifted her face to have her looking at him. Biting his lip Kyoutani leaned in and kissed her cheek before he could shy away. But right before he could get too far [ ] kissed his cheek, the two of them having the same face of shock as [ ] giggled “Y'know you can kiss me Kyou..” And that's all he needed. Leaning back in he kissed her, a bit rough and messy but the best he could with little knowledge. [ ] felt herself smile behind the kiss as she pressed back, the two pulling away when they couldnt breath. “[ ]...I’ll try my best to make you happy okay?” His unusual doed eyes looked to her soft ones as she kissed his nose “I know you will Kyou”

#haikyuu!!#kyoutani imagine #hq x y/n #hq x reader #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani x reader #pocuties collab!!#pocuties 💕

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saturatethe-written-whitewa-blog · 7 years

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oikawa week 2017, day 7.

oikawa week 2017, day 7: pride/humility

pairing: oikawa tooru & iwaizumi hajime

both prompts were used for the very last day of oikawa week (aah this was a blast!) because i'm decidedly indecisive :P also this was just an excuse for me to write about demon king oikawa because i've always wanted to

❝Welcome to the end of eras, Ice has melted back to life, Done my time and served my sentence, Dress me up and watch me die.❞ —Emperor's New Clothes, Panic! At the Disco.

Oikawa Tooru has cultivated his patience, as endless as the somber dark that never fails to not catch his eye. He waits only for the things that entertain him, like a face that dare challenges him, or a succubus that leave their wings behind them and their advantages by a pillar somewhere, for it was Oikawa who could reduce them to their knees with a simple 'pop' of his lips.

After all, existing- existing, not living, for a time long enough the advances of humankind have no term for the times he's curled and flavored, allowed him practice that he could sit and lose himself in his own head for days at a time until an air that brings only crispy heat reminds him he's got no better things to do. Humans were particular with the things they involve themselves in, and finely-aged things of wither and nonexistence were shoved away rather harshly, like the time Oikawa came to existence from nothing but soot and the first dirt; he had driven the earth to its first falling, its first division, seeded the first concepts of anger and spite so deeply into the creation of God that no caress of His holy hand could dare uproot something that has grown into viciousness.

Oikawa decides he's proud of the things he's ruined.

He has seen the first bloodshed that began and ended from creatures that aren't the haughty gods that make an empire out of the sky and beat the heavenly stars so cruelly the earth is only left remnants of its true brilliance. Now, Oikawa is in a place where he can neither see the stars or the products of human imperfections, but he can imagine that the stars blink, still as weakly as he had first seen them when he tries mortal living. He can imagine that there is still blood that paints in poetic lines and vivid horrors, though he never yearns for the day he sees the invading light of the surface ever again.

What Oikawa can see are faces. Faces of people that would have been the crème de la crème if the seed of spite had really been a vulnerable seed left nothing but a shell and soft, wet dirt. He would have harvested them, pulled out another universe of purposes, of possibilities from where the sleeve of his robes fall under his wrist. Their ages change, their clothes change, but the way they turn their lips at the slightest tip of a rock is all the same: a brash scowl- the heaviest guilt left out only for the criminals that do not follow the golden rule, 'Do not do unto others as you would not have them do unto you.'

Oikawa thinks he would have liked these people, if he had met them alive. Alas, they are in Oikawa's own special place in the Underworld, where mercy is brought to extinction and the dead run rampant and even the most unrecognizable: headless, heartless, mindless, have the common sense to thieve what they don't have themselves. A crueler duplication of themselves, without the penetrable skin, the multicolored vision and poetic mouths never put to better use but to lock and tighten and utter falseness under pressures of zeniths.

Oikawa Tooru counts his days, they are plenty, and often, he does not know what to do with them. The times he remembers actually enjoying himself are sparse enough he could keep them awkward and unfolded and still fit them into the pockets at his sides.

Oikawa Tooru does not count the faces that come to pass, for he forgets them rather easily; the faces that do matter smile as infrequently as Oikawa does, and he only gets to remember them in the mythical event that Oikawa can see moonlight between the foul decay and the haze cast upon haze by the sin.

Oikawa does not recall the last time a human has ever come to see him in person, for the ones who did have gone insane from denial or far too wrongly attached to the materials left so curtly behind to ever possibly let go. They are far too silent entering his kingdom to ever match his gaze in a battle of condescending judgment and Oikawa lassos a thought that maybe he's far too alike the monarchs up above that he would have been assumed as one if not for the strange way he dresses, the even stranger tongue he speaks in, and the animalistic brown of horns that curl forth the same direction as the ends of his hair.

The humans never shriek, never falter, never stutter at the sight of Oikawa's majesty, nor at the sound of his robes fluttering somewhere behind him, less dignified and less noticed, as if the smoke of death grounded them to the same level as a bashful seedling. There truly is nothing that measures up to death everyone is granted; Oikawa agrees, but does not sympathize.

This one is a man with a face as if he's seen all the worst the world can birth, as expressionless as the dead that blend so well Oikawa only spots them if they twitch a limb or curse their eternities. He has his hands behind his back, Oikawa holds his head high; one of the leaders of death, unkillable. Any imagination with blood gushing like heaven was incorrect, as impossible as a moon tinted blue. The man looks like he doesn't know whether to bow his head or take a knee, Oikawa's next breath is one that exudes amusement.

Oikawa stands prouder, taller, and all the grimness of the Underworld gather behind him in patterns that resemble embroidery; Oikawa liked a show, something fitting for him. The man recognizes he's the lesser in the windowless throne room.

The man doesn't speak even when Oikawa urges him to with a change of expression that reverses when he realizes he isn't even looking at him, only at the floor Oikawa doesn't have to imagine to know that the grey wobble that peers back at you reminds you of where you are; the only beauty in the Underworld was the kind only the truly sinister could admire, the kind of sinister Oikawa kept as friends or pets.

Oikawa picks himself back up with a breath the man doesn't hear. He's made himself known, and the man's demeanor: hiding behind a shell he doesn't realize isn't there gives Oikawa one more reason to fill his empty grin with smugness.

"You seem rather put-together, more intact," Oikawa says, and his voice echoes in the emptiness of the chamber, all plain pillars that glorify nothing but the heights they can grasp at their highest and an unrefined floor that reflects nothing but the colorlessness that Oikawa's hours feel like; "do you know your purpose?"

Oikawa sweeps the ends of his robe behind him as he turns around, looking as if he'd just fluttered. He takes his footsteps to get to his throne, that echo too, feeling more unusual now that he isn't alone. The very throne looked like petrified plants and sharp points Oikawa likes to poke and imagine what pain would feel like, stone and yet so ironically fragile, that all of a hellhound's reckless charge could drive the often-spoke-about throne apart and scattered for Oikawa to suddenly feel more disinterested about. The Underworld was a melting pot of all the things the gods decided they didn't like, Oikawa called it home, never in his eternity felt any sticky fondness for it, but he stares at the rock formations outside his palace and realize he'd rather stare at this, the groaning dead, the officials torpid whether the hellblazes trumpet or slumber, rather than evergreens and pinkish skies.

"Yes," the man- Oikawa's checked enough times, it's a man and not a banshee that's lived many nights tearing out hair in its lament- standing far away enough that if Oikawa wanted to intimidate him now, he'd have to maintain his stare for four seconds, four seconds too plenty.

Oikawa rests his chin on his palm. The man was unafraid of him, even when the passing event of his curly smile peeks a glimpse of his tongue, with something unreadable branded on it. Oikawa himself doesn't know what it says. Convulated? Probably. Derogatory? Definitely. He was unwilling to thrash his body about and dirty his robes just to read it, his tongue could only stretch so far, enough to arouse a she-demon and disgust Kuroo Tetsurou with an unscripted flick.

"Name it," Oikawa demands. Oikawa hopes his eyes remain the brown of tamarinds, that they do not flare nor color in the excitement he believed he'd forgotten in the evolving ages.

"I'd like to make a deal with you, arrange something, Demon King, if you may allow me to address you that way," the man says, dipping his head humbly, voice low enough that it does not echo in the vacancy of the room.

"Yes, yes," Oikawa murmurs to himself, "I would like for you to continue addressing me as such. Tell me your name, and how exactly you've managed to sneak right past the three unsurpassed noses of my Cerberus."

"My name is Iwaizumi Hajime," he says with a flat tone and a flat line drawn across his lips, "and if there was a Cerberus I was supposed to meet, then I am certain I have not encountered it."

The man does not lie, does not appear that he has ever told a lie in his life unless there was a blade to his throat and a promise death to his bones. A hellhound bellows in the distance, neither of them turn to the noise, but the man flinches at the hideous sound. Oikawa's chosen to snicker at him.

Oikawa's mouth twitches at the right end of it, and Iwaizumi notices, winces fearfully, as if he'd been bitten.

"I really do need to reevaluate the usefulness of that lazy hound," Oikawa continues to say to himself, before adding: "perhaps that was why that sly Kuroo seemed so eager to gift me his pet."

"Anyway," Oikawa amends, voice booming, Hajime startling himself on a tiny crack on the floor. "Put forth your demands, Iwaizumi, and I shall mine."

Iwaizumi seems to recognize that the kindness of the Demon King is something supposed to be well-spent. It shows in the way his eyes open a fragment wider, like the words clamber through his throat and stop in the middle of it for a second.

"I would like to serve you, for the remainder of eternity, even, o Demon King." And Iwaizumi says no more, bowing his head once again, as if honored to be receiving the judging, contemplative glance Oikawa rests on the back of his hair. (Iwaizumi truly is honored, for any other member of the dead would have been sent away with a burst of flame and a clap of Oikawa's hands. A singular demonstration of the bite force of a starving hellhound, if Oikawa was impatient and the dead were rude and stubborn.)

"I will consider your offer, Iwaizumi," Oikawa says without much thought, because the years are growing boring and yawning to himself was not how he would have liked to choose to spend the rest of eternity doing. "If," he adds, boldly, "sincerely, you will decide, at this very moment, to solemnly pledge yourself to servicing me- to risk your life, lay it down, sacrifice it, all of this done willingly, for the sake of my well-being. Do so, and become my valiant knight."

And so, without much thought either, Iwaizumi does.

(Perhaps this fairytale should end in the mentions of a happily ever after, although that would birth a great irony for the fact remains that their eternities are embedded deep in the Underworld. Though, Iwaizumi does well to make merry the slow moving of their days, and Oikawa could not have dreamed of a more fitting companion. Gently, carefully, gradually, the Underworld becomes more bearable, even if only to the pompous king and his meek knight, who forever bows his head like the humble creature he often denies to be- which, too, is done out of a modesty that Oikawa sometimes thinks earns not a spot in the Underworld, and by the side of the Demon King himself, no less.)

#Oikawa Week 2017 #haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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