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kimbapisnotsushi · 2 years

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so i only suggested it as a joke but like. here's the fucking list of token cishet haikyuu characters per team i guess let's go!!

(also i am SO sorry i know this is way past fifteen minutes)

karasuno: oh dear oh fuck. okay look i love daisuga and kurodai as much as the next person but solid reliable daichi?? daichi who is like the epitome of big man on campus?? who at first glance looks like he doesn't even know what there is beyond gay?? and yeah he doesn't really understand sometimes, but all he knows is that he loves his team and he wants them to be happy!! so he does his best!!

nekoma: y'all already know but. lev LMFAAO. like it truly can't be anyone else he's sixteen, he's got no shame, he's got a cool older sister who teaches him that, no, the pad does NOT stick to the body and yes you need a top coat to have good nails . . . lev is just so honest and straightforward and simple-minded in the BEST way possible i love him

seijoh: kindaichi for very very similar reasons to daichi but like. on the OPPOSITE end of the spectrum. like. he's a bit of an asshole! he gives off classic american high school bigoted jock vibes!! he looks like he'd shove your head down the toilet and trip you in the hallway! but he's actually quite kind and thoughtful and even tho he's never been in a fight in his LIFE he WOULD get into one for seijoh!!

fukurodani: komi haruki!! komi haruki!! komi fuckin haruki!!! like whatever people say about bokuto being the only himbo on fukurodani is SO fucking untrue komi haruki has the muscle to just straight up DECK anyone being an absolute asshole and will take you out for coffee after!!

shiratorizawa: not that i intend on making a pattern with the liberos but like. i do indeed think it would be yamagata LMFAAAO. because like, if we do process of elimination . . . it's NOT goshiki, it's NOT shirabu or kawanishi, it's NOT ushijima, tendou, semi, or reon . . . yamagata takes it!!

dateko: fukiage jingo. he's long-suffering bc he has to deal with kogasaku being absolute idiots about whatever it is they have going on but those are his friends and he loves them very much!!

johzenji: higashi. he's still more respectful than terushima and bobata ever were.

kakugawa: minamida. he always knows what to say and he learns REALLY easily.

nohebi: numai. he's good i can tell.

inarizaki: wouldn't you know it!! it's the libero again!! akagi michinari coming in hot with the "shut your mouth or i'll do it for you!!" and he's smiling like a total angel while he says it!!

itachiyama: iizuna. sakusa and komori rely on him for more than they intend to, but he doesn't mind.

mujinazaki: ezo. he's soooo fuckin tired man. he loves the team and he'll do anything for them, ESPECIALLY against an asshole, but dear god do they drive him nuts

kamomedai: suwa. i trust that man with my LIFE.

tsubakihara: echigo!! another one where the captain takes it. king's already got a gf too i just know he treats her right!!

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monstrsball · 2 years

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i AM gonna come back with specific characters and ships now, still for asks 10 and 11 😌

off the top of my head: suga, iwaizumi, kuroo?

and then: iwasuga, kurodai, yahashira?

go nuts!!!

fandom asks

omg this took so long, sorry!! combed through my song library a million times lol. this was fun!

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

iwasuga

all that by carly rae jepsen

"i'll be your lighthouse when you're lost at sea. i'll keep my light on, baby, you can always come to me. i wanna be the place you call your home. just let me in your arms."

really just vibes honestly?? cannot explain it, i just listen to the song and i think "oh <3 iwasuga <3" like in my mind they’re just so soft and supportive and they take care of each other and yeah that’s it <33

kurodai

kiss you by one direction

“oh, i just wanna take you anywhere that you’d like. we could go out any day, any night. baby, i’ll take you there, take you there.”

this song is fun and also my favorite kurodai dynamic is just kuroo being head over heels for daichi and trying to woo him (as he should!!) and idk those are the vibes this song gives off?? also it just seems dorky and kuroo is a dork so <3

i think kuroo is constantly sending daichi songs like “this made me think of you 😍” and this was definitely one of them. (*projects on all of my favorite characters and makes them former 1D fans like me <3*) [ask me abt the other songs kuroo sends him i dare you]

unfortunately daichi just thinks kuroo is joking. daichi is an idiot. 😔 the real reason daichi keeps friendzoning kuroo.

yahashira

so far so good by gabrielle aplin

“we’ve come so far and so far, it’s been out of sight. caught me off-guard, i blinked and i realized this is forever. how lucky am i?”

this is like surprisingly soft for them tbh but it kinda captures their vibe i think like the whole ‘rivals to lovers’ thing you know? i imagine the song is from shirabu’s perspective bc i know he would think yahaba is so annoying at first but then yahaba charms him and next thing he knows he’s in love. wtf how did that happen??

11. what song do you associate with a character (or 2)?

suga

feelings are fatal by mxmtoon

“i’m happy for you, i’m smiling for you. i’d do anything for you, for you. it’s always for you and never for me.”

this is pretty straight forward tbh. i think of suga as someone who has a tendency to put others before himself. and he really has trouble opening up to people about his feelings (while he will listen to and help everyone).

(maybe i’m projecting idk)

iwaizumi

pluto projector by rex orange county

“the great protector. is that what i’m supposed to be? what if all this counts for nothing? everything i thought i’d be. what if by the time i realize it’s too far behind to see?”

ummm really just vibes tbh. i kinda relate it to his relationship with his team but i think it could be connected to his romantic relationship with oikawa too. (which would probably make more sense tbf bc the song is about a romantic relationship lol)

kuroo

bail me out by all time low ft. joel madden

ummm no special reasons literally just vibes… idk idk… i just think he would like this song!! probably listened to it a million times in middle school.

#ask game #iwasuga #kurodai #yahashira #sugawara koushi #kuroo tetsurou #iwaizumi hajime #i think i’m desperate to talk abt kurodai i kinda got off topic with their part lmao #ask me about kurodai #kinda struggled with the character songs ngl but it’s fine it’s fine

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stacysmash · 4 years

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Kurodai Week Day 3: Monsters and Mythical Creatures @kurodai-week

Rating: Teen Chapters: 1/10 Warnings: Suspenseful moments and occasional bad language

Excerpt:

You’re an idiot, Kuro. Why would you go through so much for just one article?

He had to admit, now that he was on the train heading out to the furthest reaches of the countryside, Kenma may have been right. But he was an award-winning journalist, employed by a National Scientific Journal that regularly sought after new discoveries. Most of the science within the magazine was well-founded with meticulous research, even if at times it could be a bit far-fetched to the common person.

Kuroo could never make up his mind with which science he wanted to focus on while in school, so he labeled himself an Earth Scientist which allowed him to study several different branches at once. It wasn’t his fault that he was naturally curious and had an incessant thirst for knowledge. He liked to think of himself as well-rounded.

As a result, his career has taken him all over the world, inspecting crystals in the fathomless caves of Mexico to hiking mountains in the Himalayas (not the biggest ones, he’s not that adventurous). He was fortunate to have so many opportunities to learn more about Earth’s eccentricities, but it wasn’t often that his research led him to somewhere in his own country in parts that no one would expect anything out of the ordinary.

His reason for traveling to this particular town all began when he came across some old texts about a stone called the Wisdom Stone. It wasn’t the catchiest of names but it piqued Kuroo’s interest all the same. Apparently when held in the palm of your hand, it heightened your awareness and revealed knowledge about the world that went beyond a human’s understanding. It was carved to perfection by monks a few centuries ago and was housed within a shrine deep in the forests of the mountain that loomed over the small town.

When delving into his research about the stone, he discovered that the mountain had been named sacred by the inhabitants of a small town at the base of it and people were forbidden to trek it. At first glance, it almost sounded like fanatics, but the more he delved into it, he discovered that it had more to do with people’s safety than any strange beliefs.

It all began about ten years ago when a mysterious event occurred at the shrine, an event that Kuroo could hardly find any information on no matter how many documents or websites he scoured. Ever since that incident, anyone who traveled up the mountain ended up injured in some way. No one had been killed, yet the survivors were never able to explain how they ended up like that. Every strange clue Kuroo discovered pulled him deeper into the story, wafting through urban legends and public records to sort out the mystery. With his research leading him to a dead-end, he finally decided to go to the town himself to find out what was happening, and if the stone actually existed.

Although his superiors at the magazine were skeptical, they allowed him to go as long as he turned up an interesting story that was founded in fact rather than speculation. Kenma preferred doing most of his research remotely and through webchat interviews. He thought Kuroo was going on a wild goose chase for nothing. Even Oikawa, known for his hair-brained ideas about extraterrestrial life, thought he was chasing after some Bigfoot and would probably end up being eaten by a bear.

Kuroo gazed out the window and sighed. The view beyond offered some of the most beautiful scenery he’d ever seen, sweeping hills of lush green trees and charming towns arranged around curving rivers. It was idyllic, and he couldn’t wait to start exploring. Even if he turned up nothing, at least then he’d know for sure and could move onto a new project.

He perked up as the speaker announced their approach to the station and he automatically stood up, slipping his bag over his shoulder. There wasn’t any need for it, however, considering the train was virtually empty. Still, he was restless from the long trip and eager to stretch his legs.

Stepping out on the platform, he glanced around at his surroundings. The other people exiting the train seemed normal enough, and the glimpse of scenery beyond the platform lacked anything that would seem suspicious or ominous. Shrugging, he moved through the small station and exited the other side, the doors leading right into the town.

He hummed with fascination as he gazed around him, cute shops lining both sides of the street with light traffic flowing through it. Anyone he passed on the street greeted him politely, none of them giving him any creepy cult vibes. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed that it seemed like any regular town, but there had to be something there. If not in the town, then whatever was harming those people was constricted to the mountain.

Read the rest on AO3!

#kurodai #kurodaiweek #day 3 #monsters and mythical creatures #multichapter

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kythen · 5 years

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Haikyuu!! - Sweet Dream

Pairing: Kurodai

Summary: Kurodai Week 2019 Day 1: Secrets / Confessions

Omegaverse AU. Kuroo protects a vulnerable Daichi from a predatory alpha. (Kuroo has thoughts on the matter and Daichi doesn’t know about them.)

Prequel to “Touch You Not”.

Also found here on AO3.

Word count: 2,733

Kuroo is glad that he snuck his way into the throng of Literature teachers as soon as the faculty members had started mingling about because Daichi has obviously drunk more than he could handle and Kuroo is pretty sure that he is dozing off in his seat. Daichi has been exhausted lately—all of them have, with the examinations to prepare for—but the Literature department had had the worst of it. They had been severely understaffed after one of the teachers went on maternity leave and another resigned abruptly, and Kuroo knows that Daichi had taken it upon himself to pick up the slack. Thankfully, volleyball club activities had been put on hold for the examination period or Kuroo knows that Daichi would have run himself into the ground trying to stay on top of everything.

Kuroo had grabbed a seat beside Daichi as soon as it had been vacated and he scoots closer to Daichi, trying to gauge if he can wrestle the beer mug out of Daichi's hand or if he has a death grip on it. This close, he can smell Daichi's distinctive forest-green scent wafting off him, mingling with the reek of alcohol. Daichi is warm, his face flushed a healthy red, and even though Kuroo isn't touching him, Daichi's heat radiates off him and onto the parts of Kuroo closest to him, caressing his thigh and arm. Daichi teeters in his seat, looking like he is about to fall over to Kuroo's side at any moment, and Kuroo braces himself to catch him.

As a rule, Kuroo doesn't let himself touch Daichi at all, if he can help it. His grandmother had taught him about alphas and omegas and he knows how easily scents transfer over with a single touch. Every time Daichi touches him, he leaves a warm spot of his scent lingering on Kuroo, the smallest little hint of him, and it just about drives Kuroo crazy with how conscious he is of it. He wants to drink in Daichi's scent by the mouthful, by the lungful, until he is drowning in it. He wants Daichi's scent all over him and his scent all over Daichi, and the strength of his desires scares him so much that he can't bring himself to touch Daichi at all, even in casual familiarity, after all their years of friendship.

Kuroo wants to do this the proper way. He never wants to hurt Daichi or ruin his chances with other alphas if Daichi has someone else in mind that isn't Kuroo. This means no scent-marking, like what some more liberally-minded alphas and omegas do to show interest in a potential partner. He would never touch Daichi unless Daichi asked him to and until the day that Daichi tells him of his own volition that he wants Kuroo, Kuroo is going to keep all his desires buried deep down within himself.

Daichi sways in his seat and finally leans over to Kuroo's side, resting his cheek on Kuroo's shoulder and fully giving in to sleep. He looks comfortable enough, even though Kuroo's shoulder isn't the softest of pillows, and Kuroo smiles as he looks at Daichi cuddling up to him. He is so cute like this, his mouth open as he snores silently, and Kuroo's heart swells with pure affection for him. There is a bit of guilt there too because Daichi is pressed so close to him that Kuroo starts to smell their scents mingling, but it isn't as if he can just prop Daichi up in a corner and leave him by himself.

The stench of another alpha intrudes into their space and Kuroo's hackles rise instinctively as he looks up sharply. An alpha seats himself on Daichi's other side, with an unpleasantly predatory gleam in his eye as he looks at Daichi. Kuroo recognises him from Daichi's department, an oily sort of alpha who lays his eyes on every omega who crosses his path. Kuroo has seen the way he looks at Daichi, his eyes lingering far too long on Daichi's backside and the exposed, unmarked nape of his neck, and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it at all.

"He's kind of cute like this, isn't he? All soft and pliant against you," the alpha remarks, glancing over at Kuroo meaningfully as if sharing some in-joke between alphas. Kuroo knows what he is implying and he bristles. "I'll tell you what, since you seem so stiff around him, I'll do you a favour and take him off your hands."

The alpha reaches out towards Daichi, a hand about to settle casually on Daichi's unprotected nape, and something in Kuroo snaps.

Kuroo grabs the alpha's offending hand, gripping it so tightly that he can feel bones grate under his fingers. He knows for sure that he is stronger than the other alpha, who looks like he has never seen the inside of a gym in his life, and he would gladly snap the alpha's fingers if he were to even try to touch Daichi again. He snarls at the alpha, making sure he knows it. "Don't touch him."

The other alpha hisses in pain and tries to shake off Kuroo's hand unsuccessfully until Kuroo lets him go. His scent grows sulky and bitter with resentment as he withdraws his hand, but he doesn't leave despite the sheer "fuck off" vibes that Kuroo radiates with both his scent and his presence. Instead, in a show of bravado, or plain stupidity, he actually tries to talk back to Kuroo.

"Why?" the other alpha sneers. "You're too much of a coward to touch him when he's always within arm's reach of you so why don't you let other alphas have a shot at him? You know how omegas are, always desperate for an alpha. He’d be all over you if you let him."

"Obviously, no one's taught you to be a decent human being and it baffles me how you even became a teacher when you're lacking in fundamentals like that." Kuroo says icily, feeling cold even though Daichi is right next to him, radiating warmth like a furnace.

The alpha rolls his eyes. "Don't pretend you're so above it all. You want him too, don't you? You're an alpha just like me and you're with him all the time. It would take a blind beta to see how much you want to fuck him senseless. Or," the alpha's lip curls as he eyes Kuroo mockingly, "have you already done it?"

Blind rage consumes Kuroo whole and he barely thinks about what he is doing as he lunges for the alpha's throat. Plates fly from the table as the alpha scrambles back and only Daichi's weight on Kuroo, his sleepy head on his shoulder grounding him, keeps Kuroo from standing up to pursue the alpha as he makes a break for it. There are eyes on them now, interested whispers and murmurs breaking out around the tables closest to him, and Kuroo glares at the alpha as he disappears from sight around a paper door. If he so much as sees his shadow anywhere near Daichi in school, Kuroo swears that he is going to actually break his fingers this time.

In his peripheral vision, Kuroo can see worried and wary looks being thrown his way. Kuroo is baring his teeth, a growl building in his throat, and his alpha pheromones are probably making all the alphas and omegas in the room very uncomfortable. Kuroo hardly lets himself get this angry or lets his alpha instincts take over like this and he feels like a bundle of raw nerves, ready to snap at the next person who dares approach Daichi again. It isn't like him.

Kuroo breathes in deeply. He smells Daichi's warm, comforting scent next to him, his favourite in all of the world. He looks down at Daichi, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of his dear face, and the blind instinctual rage that had seized him loosens its hold on him a little. He must smell horrible to Daichi now, all burnt coffee and anger, and Kuroo takes several calming breaths, trying to tone down his scent. It is a miracle that Daichi hadn't woken up at all during the confrontation, testament to how exhausted he must be—or how comfortable he feels with Kuroo, a small part of Kuroo's brain hopes. Kuroo is glad that he didn't wake up. Omegas face enough crap about their designation in a world full of alphas like the one he just chased off and he doesn't want Daichi to hear all the vile things the alpha had been implying about him.

As his anger simmers down, Kuroo feels sick. His skin tingles disconcertingly, as if he had bathed in slime or grease, something viscous, poisonous, and unwanted. He knows the views that some alphas have of omegas and he has heard of alpha attacks on omegas before. To have an alpha direct all of that vileness towards Daichi makes Kuroo furious—and scares him too at the same time.

Kuroo knows that Daichi can take care of himself, but there is also a gnawing fear within him that Daichi will let himself be caught vulnerable at a time when he can't help it. There are bad alphas in this world, the kind that his grandmother had instructed him fiercely to never become, who think that they own the world just because they were born as alphas. They think that they own omegas because of how their bodies are built, because of instincts and compatibility, and they never think to ask omegas what they want before they take and take.

All it takes is a simple loss of control for Kuroo to become someone like that to Daichi and every moment Kuroo spends with Daichi, it scares him that he could hurt him just like any other alpha out there.

"Kuroo," a voice says from across the table and Kuroo looks up to see his colleague, a sensible-minded beta who is his neighbour in the teachers' office. Her expression is soft and sympathetic as she tells him, "We're cleaning up and getting everyone home. Do you want to see Sawamura home?"

Kuroo opens his mouth to decline, to tell her to assign another omega or a beta to see Daichi home safely. But when he looks down at Daichi again, sleeping peacefully against his shoulder, he shuts his mouth. Nobody else in this room knows Daichi better than Kuroo, knows where his home is, where he puts his keys, how he likes his shoes arranged, and Kuroo wouldn't trust Daichi with anyone but himself, despite all his misgivings about himself.

"Yeah, I'll get him home," Kuroo tells her softly.

The beta nods and goes away to check on their other colleagues who might need help getting home. After the bit of commotion between Kuroo and the other alpha, the party seems to be winding down, faculty members checking on their friends and colleagues and milling out of the room in twos or threes.

Against his shoulder, Daichi shifts and Kuroo prepares to pull away in case Daichi wakes up to find himself pressed this close to Kuroo. But instead of waking up, Daichi burrows himself deeper against Kuroo's side, burying his nose into Kuroo's shoulder and letting go of his beer mug to hug Kuroo's arm. Daichi's breath tickles Kuroo's skin through his shirt and he shivers, equal parts embarrassed and affectionate. He wishes they could stay like this forever, but he doesn't want to take advantage of Daichi's unconsciousness to savour their closeness.

Sighing softly, Kuroo pulls out his phone and calls for a cab. "Let's get you home, Daichi."

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Daichi wakes up with a throbbing head and a mouth that tastes fuzzy, like he swallowed a cotton ball in his sleep, and he groans, rolling over in his bed. Sunlight trickles through a crack in his curtains, signalling the arrival of morning, or afternoon—Daichi has no idea. All he remembers is the faculty party to celebrate the end of the examinations, eating and chatting with his colleagues around his table, and drinking, so much drinking. Why did he even drink so much in the first place?

He doesn't remember coming home, even though he is clearly back in his own bed, and Daichi sniffs, trying to pick up on scents, a hint of who had brought him back home last night. His room smells surprisingly clean and fresh, devoid of any particular scents but his, and so do his bedsheets. His clothes reek of alcohol and Daichi makes a face as he pulls his collar up to his nose. But somewhere under it all, Daichi thinks he makes out the faintest whiff of coffee and chocolate and his face goes warm with the realisation.

Kuroo. Of course, only Kuroo knows where he stays and puts his keys. Anyone else would have put him up at a business hotel and left him to deal with the charges.

Daichi rolls over on his back and throws a forearm over his eyes to block out the sunlight. He must have inconvenienced Kuroo. The alpha doesn't like touching him, always shying away from Daichi when he comes close to him, so getting him home must have been a monumental effort. Daichi should apologise to him.

Now that Daichi knows it is there, he can't stop picking up on the faint traces of coffee and chocolate on his clothes, sporadic, as if the alpha had avoided touching him directly as much as possible. Maybe he had a beta to help him manoeuvre Daichi back home and into his bed because Daichi can't imagine Kuroo getting him home himself when his scent had rubbed off so little on him.

Daichi curls up on his side and reaches for his pillow, hugging it to his chest and burying his face in its plushness. He must have had a good dream last night because all he remembers is Kuroo, his body warm and solid against Daichi's, wrapping him up in his familiar, protective scent, which had made Daichi feel safe and comfortable. Kuroo hadn't moved away when Daichi had come closer to him and Daichi remembers being cradled to Kuroo's chest, with strong arms under his body carrying him up to his apartment. He remembers how gently Kuroo had treated him when he had laid him down in his bed, taking off his shoes one at a time, then bundling Daichi up in his blanket.

Daichi had wanted Kuroo to stay with him, reaching for him and murmuring his name even as the alpha moved away, but given the absence of Kuroo's scent from Daichi's clothes, bed, and even his room itself, the alpha had barely been there at all. It must have had been nothing more than a sweet dream born from Daichi's desires.

Longing thrums in Daichi's chest, an old song he is now used to, and Daichi fights down the ache in his heart. He just wants Kuroo to touch him, without acting like it would be the worst thing in the world for Daichi to so much as brush against his shoulder. He is tired of looking at Kuroo and seeing everything good and pure and bright about him, only to be denied all of that when Kuroo purposely keeps out of reach from him every single time. He wants to be held close and treasured, to be loved and wanted by the one person he loves the most.

He just wishes he could tell Kuroo all that he feels for him and that the alpha would stay and listen to him without pushing him away like he always does.

#kurodai #kurodaiweek #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #my writing

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roronoaxd · 6 years

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tagged by @amaanogawa thank you so much~~~

🌻What is your total word count on AO3?

225,070.... i can’t even believe that

🌻How often do you write?

i try to write every day... but lately its been more of a once a week type of thing, (if we’re talking actually sitting down and writing) but im always thinking of ideas and dialogue mentally, just don’t always have time to write or type them down

🌻What are your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing?

fav pairing is kurodai, duh. and i’m a sucker for a college au, a coffee shop au.... a band au.... friends with benefits.... disney au.... lots of au. i dont have a fav au really... if its written well, and not full of angst, i’m pretty much down for it. but give me some fluffy domestic kurodai, and we’re talking business.

🌻Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

i have a few... but here are the top 3.

look in the mirror, there go your hero - kurodai, black panther au. most recent/ongoing.. this is one of my favorites because at the moment its what i’m having the most fun writing and exploring? plus, i adored the black panther movie and some of the dynamics seemed fun to twist and manipulate to the narrative i wanted to portray.

i like you too much - iwaoi, kurodai, matsuhana. mall au. ongoing. i went for it and made iwa and daichi biracial (iwa’s part greek, dai’s part spanish) and its extremely fun to research and change their characters a bit? it’s also another one that i enjoy writing because it started based off a single idea of wanting them to work in the mall because one of my favorite fics ever featured a mall au (that fic is now deleted, sadly). it has since turned into a monster that i can not control, and one of the most popular fics of mine.

in all this bitterness, you stay so sweet - kurodai. merman au. first, i wanted to do a little mermaid au, and it was supposed to be for one of the kurodai weeks, but that didnt turn out well. then ky posted their merman au, and i was skeptical of even finishing my idea, because i didnt want to give off the wrong vibe since i was new to the fandom then. so i settled for a post on tumblr with my headcanons... and then last year, i said what the heck and wrote it out. it didnt get a huge response like i hoped for, but its something im proud of because i worked so hard on all the details.

🌻Your fic with the most kudos?

with 240 kudos it would be there’s no we without you and i, which is one of my first published kurodai stories (besides daddy daycare which we dont talk about). it’s a fake relationship au that obviously turned into a real romance between kurodai, and i want to finish it, but i have no motivation for it? i was really excited when i first wrote it, but then that excitement flew out the window and i wasn’t satisfied with it anymore. i will hopefully finish it in the future, but it’s still on hiatus at the moment.

🌻Anything you don’t like about your writing?

everything that isn’t dialogue? most of my writings circulate around a dialogue that i wanted to include or that i thought of, and a lot of the time i don’t know how to fill in the gaps and get to what i want to say? i also dislike the story building that goes into writing though it’s essential... its partly why i barely finish my fics. i get bored with writing the minor details that eventually lead to the part i was most excited about, and it kills the vibe.

🌻Now something you do like about your writing?

as mentioned before, dialogue! it’s fun, and i get to be witty, i get to crack dumb jokes, i get to be rude, i get to be emotional. i know ‘actions speak louder than words’ but in stories... dialogue can really carry the momentum of a story, in my opinion. i can be straight forward for some characters, skirt around the edges for others... the best way i know how to express my characters is through the way the speak and their word usage... so i like dialogue the best.

i’m going to tag @spring-emerald, @stacysmash, @vikingpoteto and anyone else!!

#tag thingy #thanks again emily!

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cawnvictofmurder · 7 years

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For Kurodai Week, Day 1: First Meeting/Next Time ***ao3 link is working now sorry about that guys***

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi/Kuroo Tetsurou

Summary: Crown Prince of Karasuno, Sawamura Daichi, is called back to the castle from during his outpost checks for reasons unknown to him. Nekoma’s Heir Apparent, Kuroo Tetsurou, arrives at Karasuno with an exhibition to perform and a promised show.

Tags: Alternate Universe- Fantasy, Pre-Relationship, slightly First Meetings

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,605

Kuroo fiddled with the small golden earrings in his hand, rolling the three cartilage rings between his fingers and watching.

Around him the rest of his team were in the process of preparing for their exhibition; putting on their body paint and uniforms, warming up, stretching and going through the familiar motions that was ingrained into their muscles at this point.

It wouldn’t be Nekoma’s first time performing an exhibition in Karasuno- but it was certainly the first time Kuroo ever felt uneasy about performing.

The last time he had performed in this hall, on this very same stage, had been less than three months ago and under the calculating eyes of the nation’s king. And yet, why was he this nervous? It was a routine he could do in his sleep and he had already braved the cutting eyes of Karasuno’s King.

The memory of a firm hand, warm and sure, flashed across his mind-a pair of challenging brown eyes- and he stared at his hand. He curled it into a fist, tight, but it wasn’t as tight as the handshake that he recalled, gripping his own in a steady confidence he was rather envious about.

He was pulled back to reality as a brush attacked his hair and he hissed. Kuroo stared balefully up at Yaku, who held the brush like a weapon.

“For once you’re not the first one to finish,” Yaku commented, yanking the brush through a heavily knotted area. Kuroo winced but grinned up at Yaku nonetheless.

“Are you worried about me? You’re finally showing your true caring self, Yakkun.”

Yaku rolled his eyes, giving his hair a tug. “Why are you nervous? We’ve done this before and it’s not even as important as last time.”

“Nervous? Who me?” Kuroo tapped his chest in mock offense before reaching up and taking his time with putting his earrings in. He didn’t look Yaku in the eye.

Yaku gave a noncommittal hum and merely continued brushing his hair into a more purposeful mess.

“At least you’ve got your uniform on,” Yaku grumbled without any real irritation. Kuroo flashed him a grin, smoothing down the silky fabric of his red vest; it had golden designed sprawled around the edges, symmetrical and gleaming under the torch light. His pants, loose and seamless, was also red with a gold trim that ran up his legs- it would mimic a live flame when he moved.

“Here,” a voice muttered as a bowl of black paint was dropped into Kuroo’s lap. He gave a snort as he picked up the bowl and turned to Kenma, who had plopped himself down beside Kuroo.

“Wasn’t Yamamoto supposed to do this?” Kuroo asked, dipping his fingers into the cool black paste. Kenma shrugged as he put on a gold bracelet on each of his wrists. Beside him, Kuroo began drawing out the designs they wore for any performance they did, the paint cold against his skin.

“Arms up,” Kuroo prompted with a nudge. He carefully finished the circle that ran around the other’s arms and wiped his hands, finished. The design was something they all knew how to paint- lines and patterns that accented their movements and drew eyes.

Kenma finished clasping on his anklets- gold once again and adorned by bells- and Kuroo passed him the bowl. Dutifully, Kenma took it and returned the favour. His fingers were steady as he went through the familiar motions.

“Don’t forget these.” Yaku quickly handed Kuroo his set of bracelets and anklets before darting away. Kuroo offered him a quick ‘thanks!’ before reaching down to clasp the anklets on. The bracelets and anklets were tight against his skin, but it would prevent them from sliding whenever he did the flips and jumps of their routine.

“Ready?” Kuroo asked Kenma as the other ran his finger down for the last line needed on his body paint. Kenma glanced at him as he wiped the excess paint off his hands with a towel.

“I think I should be asking you that, Kuro.”

Kuroo leaned back, hands grasping the stool underneath him, and claimed airily, “I’m always ready.”

Kenma gave a silent scoff, walking away. Kuroo huffed at his departing back before leaning down and picking up his bo staff, its smooth wood familiar and comforting. He spun it in his hand, adjusting himself to the similar, yet different, weapon and tapped it on the ground.

“I’ll be ready. I promised to perform a good show after all.”

“This is your first time seeing Nekoma’s exhibition, Daichi?”

Daichi nodded, turning slightly in his seat to face his father, who drew an intimidating figure when seated on his velvet black throne; its gleaming silver armrests and detailing adding to that vibe.

“Yes, I was at the borders last time Nekoma visited.”

“Mm.”

Seeing no further attempt at conversation, Daichi leaned back into his own throne- smaller and more simple than his father’s but no less elegant- and eyed the empty stage.

The raised stone platform was already lit by numerous torches around the edges and on the walls. The hall was filled with a good number of their citizens, from what he could see on the balcony, and a rush of anticipation ran through him.

The show had yet to start, and the audience softly chatted below them, but Daichi swore he could hear the clicking of wood on stone. The sound was faint yet ringing. Distantly, he thought he imagined the familiar jingle of bells.

Suddenly, all the torches blew out. There was an accompanying bang and silence fell upon everyone. Daichi jumped, reflexively reaching towards his belt, stopping only when his father gave no reactions beyond an amused smirk.

In front of them, the stage wasn’t empty anymore. Though the darkness, Daichi caught sight of movement and, as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he spotted many figures darting around.

With a pop of air, the torches were lit up once again- with a another bang- and a person rushed out. The person, with one hand pushing off the ground, twisted into the air with a bo staff staff, unhindered. He landed flawlessly in the middle of the stage, staying crouched as he glanced up.

Daichi sucked in a sharp breath as he met sharp amber eyes, his own widening in surprise as he unconsciously leaned forward. He knew this person.

Kuroo Tetsurou, heir to the throne of Nekoma, slowly stood up. The fluttering flames around them casted shadows over his face, played with the gold accents he wore and brushed him with a soft, pale orange. Behind him, more members of Nekoma ran out, uniform and coordinated.

Keen feline eyes stared at him and Daichi recalled the moment he had first met the owner of them- the very same amber eyes gleaming and mirthful.

“So you’re the future flock leader?”

Kuroo’s eyes snapped away as he reached down to brace himself for another flip. Daichi slowly exhaled. His eyes were glued onto the dancer-like movements and the flashing gold on red. While he marveled at all the performer’s abilities and skills, his eyes were drawn back towards Kuroo- whose black designs flexed along with his muscles and skin shone with a layer of sweat; whose hands skillfully handed the wooden staff just as well as he did the spear he wielded in combat.

Daichi’s heart pounded with the beat of wooden staffs on stone, bells chiming, and he held his breath as he watched. It was fascinating to see a shadow of their fighting style in every movement. To see Kuroo whirl across the stage, deceivingly harmless. His movements were exaggerated and staged, practiced and consistent.

It was a difference from what he remembered, the two of them hidden in the dark and fending off attackers with curt and immediate actions.

The dance- very heavily based upon Nekoma’s fluid and aerobatic fighting style- ended with an abrupt bang of wood on stone and a quick gesture that extinguished the torches, dropping them back into the darkness, just as they had done in the beginning.

“Cats do pretty well in the dark, Sawamura. Trust us.”

As the hall filled with applause, Daichi took a solid breath and leaned back into his seat, his heart still racing and staring at the now empty stage.

“Interesting isn’t it?”

His father’s comment startled him and he turned, smoothing down his surprise and coughing. “It’s very- flashy.”

“Yes. It’s unlikely they’d show us their actual fighting style this easily.”

Daichi murmured his agreement, though his mind was nowhere near assessing Nekoma’s abilities and skills. For a moment, he wondered if he should mention how Kuroo wielded his spear, not unlike the way he handled the bo staff, how utterly dangerous the other man could be.

It wasn’t something he was sure he wanted to share with his father- with someone who watched everything with a suspecting eye and an even more cautious mind; who, despite signing the peace treaty, was more than eager for any advantage over their allies.

No, his father would have to look somewhere else for a weakness.

“See them out would you, Daichi? Through the south exit. Make sure they don’t linger.”

Daichi swallowed down his disapproval and curtly nodded, standing. His father’s curt dismissal of Nekoma disrespected how much work and travel their allies must have done; it didn’t sit well with him at all.

And as he left, feeling vaguely offended on Nekoma’s behalf, that one last parting sentence he heard weeks ago, echoed through his mind.

“We’ll put on a show you can actually see next time.”

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