Stories from my Head

Author: Happy_Human45

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Fics

I have some fics I’ve been working on, both are Hetalia based though. But they are part of this short (maybe) two-part series I’m doing. 

Moon Rose here

Summary:  Those who are high ranking can use magic anyway they like, but lower classes are strictly forbidden. Tino, son of a miner, has never used magic but has been growing it for years without even realizing. Berwald is a cursed soul who needs the magic of the roses and ends up agreeing to a marriage with Tino. But realizes there is more to Tino than just the roses. SuFin (other side pairings), Magic AU, Beauty/Beast AU. Yaoi.

Unraveling Wreath here

Summary:  Magic is real, just as real as you or me. However, only the elite can use it - but at a price. With everything you do, there is a reaction, that is the rules of nature. Now, with one group trying to take over and get rid of the powers in charge, the entire world seems to be unraveling. Revolution is thick in the air, but where there are hatred and war, there is also peace and love. Sequel to 'Moon Rose'.

If you’d like to take a look at them that’d be great. I’ll probably be announcing a cool Q&A session here on Tumblr in the next few days, but it’ll be hosted on my main blog Happy Human45

[the-right-writing]

Things almost every author needs to research

How bodies decompose

Wilderness survival skills

Mob mentality

Other cultures

What it takes for a human to die in a given situation

Common tropes in your genre

Average weather for your setting

[clevergirlhelps]

yoooo

How bodies decompose

Wilderness survival skills

Mob mentality

Other cultures

What it takes for a human to die in a given situation

Common tropes for your genre

Average weather for your setting

[writeinspiration]

Finally found this!

theblacksmithsdaughter, is this one of the posts you were looking for?

[bubblysuggestion]

you’re someone’s dream person

[butterflyknyfe]

can that bitch wake up and come talk to me then

[marinaprose]

Master Post of Writing Advice

For a full and updated list of writing advice, click here.  All advice is by Marina Montenegro and originally posted on Writing the Words blog. 

Getting Started:

Prewriting 101

Setting Up Your Space

Starting Again (if you’ve stopped)

Where to Start

Writing the Beginning

Writing What You Don’t Know

5 Truths About Being A Writer

Characters:

Character Building

Non-Binary Characters

Writing A Hero

Writing Non-Humans

Writing Women

5 Ways to Name Your Character

5 More Ways to Name Your Character

Dialogue:

Dialogue

Improving Dialogue: Eliminate Exposition

NaNoWriMo:

NaNoWriMo

Tips & Tricks for NaNoWriMo

Planning & Outlines:

How to Start Outlining

Is My Idea Good Enough?

Should you Outline?

7 Things to Do Before You Start

Plot:

Details

Fight Scenes

Sex Scenes

Sexual Assault in Literature

Story Arcs

Setting:

Description

When Setting Really Matters

World Building:

Creating World Maps

World Building

Other:

Editing

Making Time to Write

Point Of View

Prologues

Rejection Letters

Why I Write

Writers Block

Writing with Sound

5 Signs You Treat Your Reader Like an Idiot

[scriptmedic]

THIS IS SUPER HELPFUL!!

[inkskinned]

I want to write like you so bad my heart kind of hurts. I want to move mountains the way you do with your words.

don’t write like me. don’t write like anyone else. write like you.

write like the time you broke your tooth. like riding a bike without handlebars. like when the dog bit you even after you thought it liked you. like who buried the hamster. like having your hair pulled. like having to say sorry. like a mistake you never forgot and like compliments you never got. like your mother’s lipstick and your first car. like what was under the couch. like who lived in the closet. 

i write a lot. it’s a lot of practice. i’ve written a lot of things i think are bad and that’s okay. five thousand poems later and some of it is going to be junk. but it’s mine. every word of it came from me trying to find out who i was going to write like. and it turns out the best way to write is to write like my dreams and nightmares and silly heartstrings. 

you are already carrying everything you need to move mountains. you’ve got your own words, don’t you?

[mysillyfanfics-blog]

Break In

So this is an angsty one-shot I wrote. For those of you who know my writing, I usuallly tend to stay away from angst. So this just kinda popped up in my head a while back and I thought “why not?” and so here it is. Enjoy.

Have you ever felt like running away? Just suddenly leaving. No note. No warning. Just getting your shit, and leaving?

That was the exact feeling Kageyama Tobio felt as he laid in bed staring at the cieling. His left arm numb, but he didn't mind. Because when he turned to see the reason why, he was met with bright orange hair that smelled oddly of lavender.

The light from outside was streaming in and the bed creaked slightly as he turned to his side. He stared at Hinata Shouyou who had fallen into an uneasy sleep. His free hand reached up gently tracing his features and gliding over the dry tear stained face.

Kageyama hadn't gotten a wink of sleep that night. He was to worried that Hinata would wake up from another nightmare. A nightmare that yet again, he would need to console him. But it seemed constant, like a monster that waited for the perfect opportunity to pounce. It just happened to be when Hinata slept.

It wasn't always like this though.

Kageyama remembers when it began, the nightmares that haunted his ball of sunshine.

It was about two years ago now, when two very life changing things happened in one night. Hinata and Kageyama were walking their usual routes home, but something was off putting with Hinata. "What's wrong dumbass?" Kageyama asked between a yawn.

"I don't know," Hinata muttered as he furrowed his eyebrows. He noticed Hinata grip his shoulder bag tighter. "I just have this super bad feeling."

"It's just nerves," Kageyama muttered. "You're nervous about the game tomorrow like you always are." Afterall, it was their first game of the season as second years.

Hinata shook his head, "Yeah, maybe you're right." He tried to play it off, but Kageyama knew better. As they came to the point where they part ways he sighed out.

"Let me walk you home," he muttered.

Hinata furrowed his eyebrows again. "You need to get home, we have a game tomorrow."

"Don't you think I know that?" Kageyama retorted before he rolled his eyes slightly. "If it makes you feel better, I'll go with you."

Hinata eyes widened slightly before he nodded. Kageyama swore Hinata Shouyou was the cutest human being on the damn planet. Without hesitation Hinata wrapped his arm around Kageyama's as they made their way over to his house. Sure, it was farther than normal, but Kageyama didn't mind. He enjoyed spending the time he had with Hinata.

As they continued their walk in the dark only guided by street lamps, side by side, Hinata pursed his lips. "Hey, Kageyama," he murmured catching the setters attention. "Do you like anyone?"

Kageyama raised an eyebrow at the question. "Why does it matter?"

Hinata whined and pushed him slightly with his elbow, "I'm not going to tell anyone."

Kageyama stared at him before he paused in his tracks. It made Hinata pause as well, "Yeah. I do like someone."

Hinata blinked a few times before a smile crossed his face. "W-who?" he asked excitedly.

Kageyama was silent before he took a deep breath. "Their name is…volleyball."

Hinata was still for a second before a deflated noise came from his mouth. "Thats not funny Kageyama!" But the taller boy snickered as he continued walking. Hinata gripped his sleeve and tugged at it repeating the same question several times.

"You should know already," Kageyama replied nonchalantly.

Hinata hummed a bit, as if trying to think. "Is it Yachi?" he asked.

Kageyama frowned, since when he ever show interest in her? "No."

There was another silence as they walked, "Yamaguchi?"

Again, when has he ever shown interest in him? "No."

"Tsukkishima?"

He nearly tripped hearing that and scowled at Hinata. "When have I ever liked him?" he said as if offended by the mere thought of it.

Hinata shrugged, "I'm just guessing names. You don't really hang out with anyone but me."

Kageyama thought Hinata was cute. The cutest thing in the whole world.

But he also thought he was as dense as a brick.

"Does that not tell you anything?" Kageyama muttered glancing away from the other.

There was another long stretch of silence between them, before Hinata now stopped in his tracks. Kageyama stopped as well just a few steps ahead of him, but he didn't turn around.

"You're serious?" Hinata asked quietly. Kageyama only threw him a glance before he looked back down at the dirt.

Kageyama had no idea what to expect, but he didn't expect to nearly toppled over. He stepped back as to not lose his footing, Hinata burying his face in his chest. He was muttering something that Kageyama could not understand for shit, but his face was red as could be. "Hinata what are you doing?"

Hinata pulled away, the usual wide smile on his face. But he did notice the bright red cheeks, even by the faint glow of the lamp light. "I like you too, Kageyama."

It was simple as that. Hinata said it like he had said it a thousand times before.

Kageyama pushed his face back, he stared at the ground, clearly embaressed. Hinata giggled and damn did it send more chills up his arms then usual. "W-whatever, let's get you home," he muttered.

Neither of them realized just how close they were when Kageyama noticed something odd. The lights in the house were off, which was extremly odd. No matter the day if Kageyama ever walked with Hinata back home the lights would be on. Hinata must have noticed too when he made a soft squawking sound.

As they reached closer Kageyama noticed the front door ajar, and a horrible feeling set in his stomach. Hinata dropped his bag and was about to take off into the house when Kageyama pulled him back. "The hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed.

"Somethings wrong Kageyama! I know it!" Hinata said quickly and tried to tug his arm away.

"Then don't just rush in there by yourself!" Kageyama snapped and he dropped his bag as well. He held Hinata's wrist firmly as they walked toward the house.

It was dark, and there was no noise coming from inside. Kageyama hesitated, thinking he should have brought a weapon or something. What if someone was in there? Waiting for Hinata?

The mere thought of something happening to Hinata terrified him.

However, Hinata walked a little ahead turning on the light near the door. The hallway lit up and they both paused looking around. It didn't seem like anything out ordinary. Shoes were neatly lined up by the door and the ticking of the clock in the hallway could he heard. It was as if they had all just gone to bed.

Kageyama watch as Hinata slowly walked forward and toward the kitchen, neither of them bothering to take their shoes off. The hallway light was enough to light up the kitchen a little, and Kageyama noticed something on the floor.

Hinata reached for the light. And the next second all Kageyama could hear was shrieks of fear and agony.

There on the floor laid Mrs. Hinata, facing away from them but a pool of blood surrounded her. Broken dishes and a flipped table littered the kitchen floor. Kageyama knew he had to get Hinata out of there.

"Mom!! M-mom!!" Hinata shrieked as he ran beside her. She laid motionless as her blood easily stained Hinata's uniform. Kegayama didn't spare any time as he grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and quickly pulled his phone out.

His hand were shaking, nearly to much for him not to call the police. He kept hearing the desperate pleas from Hinata for his mother to wake up. And Kageyama couldn't take it.

"Hello? Hello?!" He nearly shouted into the phone when the operator picked up.

"Hello, what's you emergency?" came the calm and collected voice on the other line.

The exact opposite of what Kageyama felt at the moment. Before he could answer he could see Hinata take off out of the kitchen. "Hinata!! Hinata come back!!" He shouted and followed him down the hall.

"Is everything okay?" came the question.

No. Nothing was okay. "N-no…no there's been a break in!!" He saw Hinata freeze, and there on the floor laid his father. Bathed in his own blood, there seemed to be signs of a struggle since blood splattered in several places and his clothes was partially torn.

"Sir what is the address of the building?" Came the voice again.

Kageyama tried to recall the address of the home, but all he could hear was the pained cries that ripped from Hinata's throat. "S-send help! Please just--" he chocked on his own words when he realized something. Where was Natsu?

Hinata seemed to realize the same thing as he took off down the hall again, this time stopping in front of a door that Kageyama knew led into Natsu's room.

He was just a few steps away when Hinata slammed open the door, calling for his little sister. He saw the light flick on. He wasn't sure what to expect when he turned the corner watching Hinata run in.

But he wasn't expecting what he saw.

The phone fell from his hand, he felt sick to his stomach. The scene before him was something he knew he'll never forget.

There on Natsu's bed she laid. Naked. Her body clearly sprawled out, the covers that belonged to well loved children's anime scattered onto the floor. Her stuffed animal that Kageyama got her when they went to the fair was still tangled in her fingers. Her eyes laid open, but her body was unmoving. Her face bruised, and the beautiful once unblemished skin had deep cuts and marks that were unmistakably hickies that decorated her body.

Kageyama glanced at Hinata who stood at the side of the bed. His eyes wide. He looked lost. And Kageyama wondered if this was dream turned nightmare. This couldn't have been real. None of this was real.

Pictures and memories flooded his mind, making his legs feel weak as if he just ran a 100 mile marathon.

Memories of first meeting Mrs. Hinata, her loving smile and welcoming personality made Kageyama feel right at home. The way she smiled when Hinata recalled their practices, or the way she always made sure Kageyama ate, even sending Hinata with bento boxes just for him.

Then Mr. Hinata, he was the most honest man Kageyama has ever met. He loved watching their games, and always encouraged them to do their best. Even welcoming Kageyama into their home and treating him as if he were his son.

Tears spilled over his cheeks, he could feel his nose burning and it felt like someone was squeezing his heart.

The memories of Natsu, calling him 'big brother'. Always wanting to practice with the both of them, even if Hinata got annoyed. Then the one time the three of them went to the fair. He couldn't tell who was more excited between Shouyou or Natsu. They rode every ride she could get on, and it seemed they tried every single food that the fair had to offer. But, the best memory, was when she really wanted a stuffed crow.

It was small, nothing to grand, but Natsu insisted on getting it. All she had to do was throw small bean bags and knock down a few bottles. At first it was amusing watching Natsu use all her strength to knock down at least one bottle. They would only tip, but never fall.

After her third try, Kageyama scowled. He watched the man at the booth shrug saying she had to pay for another three bean bags. Even Hinata began to get irratated, not at Natsu of course, but the bottles. Kageyama then paid, the man glanced up at him and forced a smile. He handed three small beanbags to him, all different colors. He picked one up holding it in his hand as if to weigh it, then he glanced back at the bottles.

He threw it high up into the air, and when it came down just at the right time he smacked it with his hand as if it were a volleyball. The bean bag hurled toward the bottles and hit the very bottom one of the large tower. It tipped back underneath the other bottles, but didn't fall. The man looked unimpressed by it, but Kageyama wasn't going to stop. He picked up the the second one, once again weighing it in his hands. The bean bags were light, far to light to really knock over the bottles. So he picked up his last one as well, weighing them both in his palm. He once again tossed the bean bags in the air, and when they came down he hit them.

The bean bags once again hurled toward the bottles hitting the exact one he had hit previously. This time knocking it over, and all the bottles toppled over in response. The man looked surprised, almost astonished. But Kageyama was able to get the small crow for Natsu.

Once again he couldn't tell who was more excited about it all.

But, now, the crow laid just underneath her fingers. As if she had been clinging to it previously. Hinata was now holding Natsu in his arms when Kageyama came back to his senses. "H-hinata…" he said but it barely came out as a whisper.

That's when he felt something press against the back of his head. He blinked a few times before a gruff voice spoke, "Walk forward," It commanded.

Kageyama eyes went wide and he did so, Hinata looked over at him. Only to see him go into a panicked frenzy. Kageyama felt himself being pulled back and he hit a man's chest. "Don't move or I shoot!!" The man shouted. Kageyama could smell the alcohol and sweat that came from the other man. It made him want to gag, but Hinata slowly untangled himself from Natsu and held his hands up.

"P-please…" he could hear Hinata beg.

"Shut up!" The man barked and pressed what felt like the barrel of the gun to Kageyama's temple. "I swear I'll blow his brains out!!"

"N-no please!! Please don't!!" Hinata was a mess. His eyes red and puffy, his body visibly shaking.

Kageyama couldn't handle the sight of it. He turned his gaze down as the man ordered Hinata against the wall. But Hinata wouldn't move, only begged for Kageyama to be let go. It pissed Kageyama off. "Dumbass just listen to him!" He growled out and his head was now hanging staring at the wooden floor.

"Yea! Listen to your frie--" without warning Kageyama flung his head back. With all the force he had he also pushed back with his legs sending the man into the hallway again. Kageyama could hear the man's nose breaking from the sheer force, and he dropped the gun. Kageyama pulled away from the man, facing him.

Without a moment to spare he hooked him across the face. Then another hook. Then another.

Kageyama was breathing heavily looking at the man whining on the floor. Trying to squirm away. He stepped on his ankle only causing the man to scream out again.

Why? Why? WHY?! That simple three letter word played in his mind over and over.

Why had he done this?

Why would he hurt them?

Why would anyone want to hurt the Hinata family?!

Kageyama found that he had blacked out, only to be brought back by the screams that Shouyou cried out. But Kageyama was shoved against a wall, Hinata now screaming at him and weakly hitting his chest. He blinked a few times gripping his wrists to stop him, making Hinata stop his loud shrieks. Kageyama found his hands were shaking, no, his entire body was. He glanced over to see the man on the floor, unmoving.

Hinata sunk into his chest, sobbing loudly and moments later they heard tires pull up to the house.

The scene played several times in his head as he laid there. His eyes still focused on Hinata as the sun now began to shine into the room. The gentle rays peaking through the crack of the curtains.

It made him want to run away. But not alone. He wanted to run away with Hinata, far away from the place that caused him so much pain. So much frustration.

He remembered it took months for Hinata to return to some sort of normalcy. But even now, he could see how it haunted him. He pulled Hinata closer to him, and Hinata tensed for a few moments before he relaxed. His hands clinging to the old volleyball shirt he wore.

He pressed a soft butterfly kiss to Hinata's forehead and pressed his face into his hair. "Tobio…" he heard and was slightly startled not thinking the other was awake. He pulled away to see Hinata staring at him with his usual wide brown eyes.

"I'm right here," he responded and tangled his fingers in the others hair as if to prove so.

Hinata stared at him, but his eyelids lowered with the small gesture of reassurance. Kageyama felt the others hand touch his face gently before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

[hweiro]

on writing swings

There are days when I look at my WIP(s) and go, ‘wow, I’m a pretty shitty writer, aren’t I?’ These are the days when nothing seems to come easily, ideas run into walls, every sentence feels forced and overly-tell-not-show, and the characters seem OOC or stilted and hot damn, why am I repeating the same words over and over again, don’t I have better vocab than this?

And then I think of other writers I admire, who seem to convey emotion/action/introspection/character development/[insert insecurity of the moment here] effortlessly in their various works. And I wish I could write like so-and-so, or create emotions the way XXX does, or even just set up a scene half as effectively as Senpai.

Then I take a deep breath, put my fingers to the keyboard and force my writing through anyway. Because the repetitive lines and blocked plot paths and overly-simplistic development are still something and I may be a shitty writer, but goddamn, I’d hate myself more when I look back at this work years from now and get caught up in what I had written, only to find it hanging.

[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

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reblog to save a writer 

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excellent resource

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For pfft.littlegiant in Ig 💖

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“I love you, don’t ever fucking question that“ |x|

They will get there (Hip Hop Au)

[writerlyn]

The most important writing lesson I ever learned was not in a screenwriting class, but a fiction class.

This was senior year of college.  Most of us had already been accepted into grad school of some sort. We felt powerful, we felt talented, and most of all, we felt artistic.

It was the advanced fiction workshop, and we did an entire round of workshops with everyone’s best stories, their most advanced work, their most polished pieces. It was very technical and, most of all, very artistic.

IE: They were boring pieces of pretentious crap.

Now the teacher was either a genius OR was tired of our shit, and decided to give us a challenge.  Flash fiction, he said. Write something as quickly as possible.  Make it stupid.  Make it not mean a thing, just be a quick little blast of words. 

And, of course, we all got stupid.  Little one and two pages of prose without the barriers that it must be good. Little flashes of characters, little bits of scenarios.

And they were electric.  All of them. So interesting, so vivid, not held back by the need to write important things or artistic things. 

One sticks in my mind even today.  The guys original piece was a thinky, thoughtful piece relating the breaking up of threesomes to volcanoes and uncontrolled eruptions that was just annoying to read. But his flash fiction was this three page bit about a homeless man who stole a truck full of coca cola and had to bribe people to drink the soda so he could return the cans to recycling so he could afford one night with the prostitute he loved.

It was funny, it was heartfelt, and it was so, so, so well written.

And just that one little bit of advice, the write something short and stupid, changed a ton of people’s writing styles for the better.

It was amazing. So go.  Go write something small.  Go write something that’s not artistic.  Go write something stupid. Go have fun.

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Hetalia

One-shot. Human AU!, using human names obviously. Pairings include Gerita, and SPamano. Cute little one-shot that involves Spamano adopting a child. 

           The light from outside streamed in from the slightly closed windows, the bed beside it was soaked in sunshine. Underneath the large brown blankets on the bed was a lump, unmoving except for a subtle movement to show the lump softly breathing. Then the door to the room slowly opened and appeared a man with brown hair that was curled ever so slightly, as if he had just rolled out of bed himself. His parakeet green eyes fell onto the bed where he could see the lump and he crept softly across the wooden floor toward the bed, “Amor…” he whispered gently. And laid beside the lump making the bed dip from his body.

           There was movement underneath the covers, the lump had some chestnut brown hair poking out and a defined curl was the most noticeable of it all. Just then the cover was pulled down to reveal the lightly tan creamy skin and long eye lashed Italian who groaned as a wave of sunlight hit his face. He quickly put a hand up and flipped over to his stomach. He pushed the other slightly and pulled the cover back up and over his head. Only the curl was noticeable now.

           There was a low chuckle from the other, “Amor wake up it’s almost eight.”

           “It’s too early bastard,” he could hear the Italian muffled voice say in the pillow. And once again he was nothing but a lump underneath the covers that tried to settle back down into the bed.

           “But Lovi, you remember what today is, si?” the other asked as he reached over and underneath the cover to run his hand over the chestnut hair gingerly.

           The other had his eyes open underneath the covers and he could feel the large hand caress his hair, making his eyelids droop slightly to the soft touch. Of course he remembered what today was, how could he forget? He even felt his own cheeks turn a darker hue at the thought, but he knew the Spaniard must have something planned for today. He reached up to take his hand from his hair and gently pushed it away, playfully.

           The other smiled, but kept a hold of the Italians hand, making their fingers intertwine together. “Por favor amor, get up.” There was another grumble of rebellion from underneath the covers. “I made breakfast.”

           The Italian underneath the blanket paused, and thought. He did love the Spaniards cooking, he was such a good cook. He lowered the blanket a bit, now his eyes opened and showing soft hazel eyes. “What did you make?” he whispered.

           “Churros,” the other replied.

           “With chocolate?”

           “Si.”

           There was a pause as the hazel eyes seemed to be debating on whether to get up or not. And if it was worth it. But he knew one way or another the Spaniard would get him up, “Can I have two?” he asked.

           Antonio laughed softly and leaned over placing a soft kiss on Lovino’s forehead. “Of course you can amor.”

           Lovino smiled slightly and sat up, the tawny colored blanket falling to his waist and exposing the creamy warm skin of his chest. He shifted and got out of bed, the Spaniard watching him until Lovino had pulled on his slippers and long shirt that belonged to him. The shirt fit the slim Italian big and he loved the way he looked. Then they made their way to the kitchen hand in hand.

           They walked through the small villa, with a small plot of land that seemed to stretch forever. In the rural country side of Spain where one could fill their lungs to the brim of fresh air and the sweet smell of flowers and vegetables from nearby gardens, it was almost like heaven on earth to them. They made it to the kitchen where the warm sunshine from the east was flooding in and warming the tile floor.

           Lovino sat himself down at the small round oak table where two cups of delicious smelling coffee were awaiting. In front of him was a three paneled window that gave a graceful view of the garden. He could see the vines of grapes and strawberries, they were beside the tomato plants. Beside that was plot of land for herbs which included basil, mint, yarrow, chamomile, and many more. And off to the side were several trees, one was a lemon tree, another was an apple, and the last was a chestnut tree. Behind all of it was a beautiful mountains, their once ice covered tips now turning green with lush grass and wild flowers that grew all over made the mountains look like it had beautiful gems sticking out every which way. He stared at the lovely garden, it was right in the middle of spring where the earth had soaked up all the winter water and the garden was blooming and teaming with life. He could already see several blue winged butterflies outside and watched them flutter from plant to plant. He was pulled out of his daze when two plates were set down, each holding two delicious smelling churros and a small cup of chocolate on it. “Grazie,” Lovino said softly as he picked up a churro and began to eat.

           Antonio nodded and began to eat as well, each eating in a comfortable silence with their coffee and watching the outside world flutter about. They enjoyed one another’s company, and as Lovino finished he looked at Antonio, “Alright, what do you have planned today?”

           Antonio gave him a teasing smile, “What do you mean? I don’t have anything planned today.”

           Lovino scowled slightly, “Come on, you always have something planned.”

           Antonio laughed silently and nodded his eyes lighting up, “I do, and today we will spend it like any other day. But we will go out to dinner tonight.”

           Lovino raised his eyebrow, it was simple. He liked simple. He nodded agreeing with the plan and Antonio got up to clear the dishes away as Lovino went back to the room and got ready to work in the garden.

           The sun was already high in the sky when they walked out into the garden, the sun warming the earth and making the sweet smell of fruits and herbs mix in the air. Lovino inhaled deeply, and let out a slow long breath. He went to go fill the cantinas with water as Antonio went to a small shed and got out some tools they could work with. Lovino looked over to see the lemon tree already have some large yellow lemons clinging to its branches. He wondered if they could make some lemonade for lunch, but just as he was about to voice the opinion, he saw dirt flying up from the dirt road. He stared past the tree and toward the road where a car was driving up and came to a slow stop beside the little white fence that surrounded the garden. Lovino decided to ignore them turning his attention back to the cantinas.

           Antonio walked out with several tools and two pairs of gloves setting them aside to close the small blue shed. He looked over to where Lovino was filling the cantinas to see the black car beside the fence, he fixed his straw hat to see two men walk out of the car. One was a rather fair skinned, tall, blond male, his muscular build was evident and his jaw smooth and nicely shaped. The other was another chestnut colored hair man with a curl sticking out of his hair, but on the opposite side than Lovino had it. Antonio recognized the two, and a large smile came to his face. “Ludwig, Feliciano what a surprise!” he shouted and walked over to the gate.

           Lovino looked up to see his younger brother, “Ciao Lovino!” he heard him shout happily. Lovino seemed stunned to see his brother, he hadn’t seen him since last year in the summer. Mainly because he lived in Germany with his partner who was with him, but he walked over to the gate to give his brother a hug.

           “What brings you here?” Antonio asked.

           “We’d thought it would be good to surprise you two,” replied Ludwig who gave a respectful nod of greeting toward the couple on the other side of the fence.

           “Surprise!” Feliciano shouted with a giggle and Lovino rolled his eyes but laughed slightly.

           “Well come in, I think I still have some churros left,” Antonio said motioning them to step inside the small villa. The other two made their way in and all four of them were soon in the kitchen, Feliciano and Ludwig eating some churros and drinking coffee.

           “Ve look at the lovely view!” Feliciano smile looking out the window, “Lovino I see why you love Spain so much, it reminds me of Italy.”

           Lovino gazed out the window as well and agreed with a hum, but then turned to shift in his chair and look at the couple across from him. His brother stared out the window, clearly mesmerized by the view and his companion was savoring the taste of his coffee.  He then glanced at Antonio who was busy putting away some dry dishes, but before he could think anything his brother got his attention.

           “We also came for another reason,” Feliciano said shifting a bit nervously in his seat. Lovino raised an eyebrow and sat back in his seat with a fresh cup of coffee in hand ready to listen. “You see…there is…well…” Feliciano was trying to find the right words until he gripped his cup of coffee, “There is a child who needs a family and Ludwig and I were wondering if you two would…maybe…” the words died on his lips.

           Lovino was stunned a bit by the request, “A child?”

           Feliciano nodded, “Ludwig and I would do it…but…we…might be moving.”

           “Moving?” Lovino sat up a bit straighter, “Where to?”

           Feliciano hesitated, “To the United States.”

           “Why the hell would you move there?” Lovino asked almost in a scolding tone.

           “Well I would like to stay here in Europe!” Feliciano said defensively, “But Ludwig was offered a job – “

           Lovino’s gaze shifted to the silent German beside his brother, “You’re going to take him to the United States?!” he asked. But he didn’t give Ludwig a chance to answer, “You stupid potato bastard! First you take him to Germany and now you want to take him America?! Europe is small only a few countries between here and Germany, but a whole ocean between Europe and America!”

           “Lovino,” Ludwig began and put his hands up, “we don’t know yet if we really are going or not, it is just a thought.”

           “Well it shouldn’t even be that!” he turned to Feliciano, “Are you really going to go with this bastardo!” And it wasn’t long after that the two Italians were arguing in Italian, shifting back and forth from English to Italian at some points.

           But before things could escalate any further Antonio went over and took Lovino’s hand, “Con permiso,” he said softly and led Lovino away almost forcefully toward the bedroom. He closed the door where a hot headed Italian stood in front of him. Not a very smart idea, but Antonio had enough experience and knew how to settle the temperamental Italian down.

           “He can’t do this!” Lovino shouted walking a few steps away from Antonio and then back, “He can’t just take him all the way over there!”

           “Amor,” Antonio said softly and pulled his little Italian close to him, “You know it is not up to you, right?”

           “I know that!” Lovino shouted into Antonio’s shoulder. “I know that damn well…” he said in a weaker voice.

           Antonio ran his hand up and down his back soothingly and Lovino slowly wrapped his arms around him and clung to him. Fighting so very hard to hold back the tears. “Mire, amor, there are some things we cannot control in this world. And one of those things are other people. If Feliciano is going to leave, then all you can do as his brother is support him. Beside they said they were here for something else.”

           “I don’t want a kid running around here…” Lovino muttered.

           “Por que no?” Antonio asked.

           “Because…they’re loud…and annoying…and loud….and….and…no.”

           Antonio sighed, “But you haven’t even met the child yet, how do you know you won’t like them?”

           Lovino didn’t know, and didn’t want to think of knowing. Having another person in this small villa wasn’t impossible, after all it did have two bedrooms. He used to occupy the other before he and Antonio became intimate with one another. But the worst thing of it all, was the thought of him having to share Antonio. Lovino was selfish, he knew that, especially when it came to Antonio. He didn’t like to share him with anybody, even if it was a kid. Which is why he was so happy he was born a man and not a woman. “I just don’t want a kid,” he muttered.

           Antonio tried to find patience with the answer. But he knew what it was like to grow up without a family. He was an orphan since birth, and had lived in the covenant with some nuns since he was a child. He knew what it was like to be poor and what it was like to starve for days at a time. He didn’t understand why Lovino wouldn’t want to help another child, someone who probably has been through the same things as him – or maybe even worse. “I want the child.”

           Lovino sighed and pulled away, he knew about Antonio’s past and thought maybe that what was influencing him to wanting to take the child in. Even looking at him he could tell he really wanted the child, and he was firm with his answer. “Antonio I don’t know…what if we’re not ready for a kid?”

           “We can work for it, we can try.” Antonio quickly responded.

           Lovino was silent, staring at the determined Spaniard in front of him, “Antonio…I just don’t know…” he finally said after some time.

           “Then let us try,” he urged going over to take his hands into his. The Spaniards tanned hands clearly showed the difference between the cream colored ones in his, “Por favor,” he whispered.

           Lovino looked up at the green eyes staring back at him, and he closed his hazel ones letting out a small breath. “Fine,” he muttered.

           Antonio smiled and then kissed the sweet Italian lips that tasted of the sweet cinnamon sugar they had this morning.

           They walked back out and toward the couple who were quietly talking amongst themselves and paused to see the other couple walking toward them. Ludwig stood up and cleared his throat, “Sorry for interrupting you day, I think it’s best if we leave.”

           “Don’t be so hasty amigo,” Antonio smiled and motioned for him to sit down once more, “We want to hear more of the child you came for.”

           Feliciano smiled, “You really want to take in the child?” he asked happily. Lovino nodded, but said nothing more as he once again took his seat across the couple at the oak table. Feliciano couldn’t stop grinning as he told them of the little child, “She is just a bambina and they had left her at the orphanage. But you see it’s so full over there, and she is not even really German to begin with.”

           “Then what is she?” Antonio asked.

           “Well they told me her name was Lazzari,” he replied.

           “That’s Italian,” Lovino muttered.

           Feliciano nodded, “I would take in the little bambina but…” he motioned his head to the side, not really wanting to say anything more.

           “Where is she right now?” Lovino asked.

           “Back in Germany, she is with Gilbert.” Ludwig said a bit uneasily.

           Antonio laughed, “Well you better bring the little bebe over here before he permanently ruins her.” The other two laughed and nodded.

           “So you will be taking her then?” Feliciano asked for clarification.

           “Si,” Antonio answered quickly.

           There were nothing but smiles, but Lovino felt an unsettled feeling in his stomach. He was never really good with kids to begin with. And he shifted a bit uncomfortably thinking about the new child that was going to be in the house. He wondered if she would like him, or if she would despise him like so many other countless children. He couldn’t help but being blunt either way, which was maybe why children didn’t really like him. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to get to know children in the past, he really did, it was them. He swears it.

           After some time passed, the other two left back to Germany. “They said they would be back in a few days with the bebe.” Antonio said softly and was hugging Lovino from behind. His lips brushing against his ear and his eyes closed inhaling the sweet scent of his Italian.

           Lovino said nothing, leaning back into the warm embrace. The feeling didn’t go away and he closed his eyes as well.

– Two weeks later –

           Lovino was up and pacing around the house making sure everything was as clean as it could be for the arrival of the little bambina. Over the past two weeks he had gotten used to the idea of having a child with them, and Antonio had been working on carving a beautiful crib for the arrival. They had gone the spare room ready taking out all sorts of things unneeded. Antonio even placed a rocking chair he had made from oak beside the crib. Each glistened with the stained paint that he used. Lovino was in the kitchen, squeezing some lemons to make some lemonade and was mixing some sugar inside when he heard a car pulling up. He knew cars were rare around here and so he quickly went out to see the same car from last time. “Lovino!” Feliciano shouted as he got out the car. A small white cloth in his arms as Ludwig was grabbing a few things from the back of the car.

           “Antonio!” Lovino called out, “They’re here!” They both went out to greet the other couple and to see the new child.

           Upon seeing her Lovino felt breathless, she had beautiful tanned skin with hazel eyes and dark slightly curled hair. She was moving slightly inside the blanket and whining, Feliciano laughed a bit, “She has been fussy the entire trip. I think she knows she was going to meet her new parents.” Feliciano held her out toward Lovino who quickly pushed Antonio forward to take the baby. He was nervous he was going to hurt her in some way and kept a hand firmly on Antonio’s shirt watching him take the small child from Feliciano.

           Antonio looked down at her, she was beautiful in every way and his usual bright smile seemed to be twice as bright but with a gentle shine. “Hola hermosa,” he whispered and showed Lovino the little child.

           Lovino found his lips shaking into a smile, “Ciao bella,” he said and reached up to touch her face. Lazzari reached up and wrapped her tiny fingers around Lovino’s finger, looking at him with her hazel eyes. Then she slowly smiled, her soft pink lips curving upward to show her toothless grin. Lovino felt his face heat up and he found himself smiling.

           Antonio glanced over and then motioned for him to take her. They had practiced countless times with stuffed animals that a friend had sent them. But Lovino knew this was the real thing and shook his head, he wasn’t ready for it. But Antonio persisted and Lazzari began to get fussy being moved so much, until finally Lovino gave in. He held out his arms, one going underneath her head to support her neck and the other underneath her body to support it. Lazzari calmed down and looked up at Lovino once more, reaching for his curl which he pulled away from. The other three laughed and watched him.

           After a few goodbyes and some talking the other two left. Lovino had accepted that they were leaving to America, but in turn they were able to take care of such a wonderful child. He walked Lazzari inside and toward the bedroom they had made for her. ”Look bella, this is your room,” Lovino said gently swaying to show the hazel eyed beauty her new home. Lazzari giggled and Antonio joined them, his arm going around Lovino’s shoulder.

           “So, are you going to let her call you mama?” he asked.

           Lovino scowled, “I’m not going to be the mom. You can be the mom, and I can be the dad.”

           “I’ll play for it.”

           Lovino scowled at him, he knew Antonio always won when they played and didn’t even want to attempt trying. “Fine, whatever I’ll let her call me mama.” He turned toward the child and smiled gently. She had the same skin color as Antonio and her hair was just as dark and curly, but her eyes and lips were like Lovino’s. It was like she was specifically made for them, and he couldn’t help but smile down at her. “Bentoranto a casa bella. Bienvenido a casa hermosa. Welcome home, beautiful.”

END

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AOT Fanfic Chapter 2

College/Gangster AU! 

The door opened and Mikasa walked in, slowly trying not to disturb anyone who might still be awake. Though she knew she was early enough not to be caught by Levi, unfortunately she forgot Petra was there. “So, Mikasa, where were you?” she could hear the older woman ask.

“Nowhere,” she answered as she walked past her and down the hall toward her room.

“Mikasa, you know if Levi found out he would be very upset.” Petra stood up from the kitchen table and began to follow Mikasa.

“Your point? I’m nearly 20, I think I have a right to go out as I please.”

“Not while you live underneath his roof.”

Mikasa paused but stayed silent and walked into her room, shutting and locking the door behind her. She could hear Petra right outside her door, and she knew if she opened the door, she would receive another long and tedious lecture.

“Mikasa,” Petra said from the other side of the door, she leaned against the wall. She figured she wouldn’t open the door, “Who did you go out with?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“I went out with a few friends.”

“Hm? Which ones?”

“Armin and Eren, and if you think I went to go and fuck them you should know me better than that.”

Petra smiled a bit, “Of course,” she walked away from the door and toward the kitchen once more. She didn’t think too much of it, but she knew she had a point. Mikasa was a grown woman, responsible, trusting, but Levi didn’t seem to get that. She went back to the kitchen and sat down at the little round table sipping her cup of coffee.

There was a knock on the door, and Mikasa grumbled turning her face into her pillow. “Mikasa wake up,” she could hear Levi say. “We have a meeting.”

Mikasa opened her eyes and glanced at the door, she sighed and rolled her eyes as she pushed herself up and out of bed. She sat up looking around the room and her messed up bed. Her eyes landed on the clock on her night stand, it was seven in the morning. She walked to the bathroom, drowsy as could be and decided to get ready.

Levi sat in the large room, with several other people surrounding him. Petra sat in a chair beside him, a cup of tea in her hands as she looked down at the table. A man with black hair standing up and a rather serious look on his face sat across from her, his hands folded and placed underneath his chin. The man beside him was blond, with a go-t and his hair pulled back into a small pony tail. He had a look of indifference as he looked about the room. The man across from him was also blond, with a haircut similar to Levi’s and he had his arms crossed, his eyebrows furrowed somewhat to give him a hardening look. Moments later they all looked up to see the door open and Mikasa walk in. She took a seat at the other end of the table looking at the group. They greeted her and she mumbled a good morning back. “Now that we’re all here, let’s commence the meeting,” Levi said sitting up straight in his seat.

Petra cleared her throat, while she reached down underneath her to put a file on the table, “This is the recorded sales for this month. It’s dropped by 12%, and looks like it’s going to decrease in coming months.”

“Any reason why?” Levi asked.

“There is a new drug out on the market, one that can make you forget everything that’s happened the day before, supposedly its become popular,” the man with a ponytail, Eld, stated.

“We suspect it has been created by Erwin,” said the man beside him, Gunter. “If this is true, not only is his first drug gaining popularity, but he also taking in more, and we’ve found traces of his drug on our turf.”

“Although we could easily stop that from happening any longer,” said the man next to Petra, Oluo.

Levi sat there with his fingers crossed together and looking between his group, hearing each one out. “Very well, get a hold of the drug, and figure out its properties.” He looked across the table at Mikasa who had served herself a bowl of cereal and ate quietly, not really paying any attention to the conversation at hand. “Have you heard anything of the drug?”

She looked up from her bowl of cereal as all eyes landed on her, she swallowed then spoke, “No. The only thing I find on campus is Erwin’s original drug.”

Levi pursed his lips and sighed as he sat back, “Gain tighter control on the west end of the city. We can’t afford to lose that end to him.” The rest of the group nodded as they stood up, Mikasa did as well, putting her bowl in the sink and grabbing her bag.

“I’m off,” she yawned.

“Have a good day,” Levi called after her.

She didn’t respond and walked out of the house.

The blond blue eyed girl who was somewhat smaller among the two other giants that walked alongside her on either side were talking casually. She showed no emotion and pushed the blond bangs away from her face as the college came into view. Her name was Annie.

“I’m just saying, it shouldn’t be that hard for things to get through,” the tall blond to the right of Annie said. His name was Reiner his blond hair was short, gold eyes and a square jaw, and broad shoulders.

“Well these things take time,” said the other tall man to the left of Annie. He was the tallest one there and slim, with short brown hair, tanned skin, and green eyes. Freckles were hardly visible but were there, his smile was soft as he chuckled a bit.

“All I’m saying if it shows medical uses, then they should just legalize it,” Reiner pointed out.  

“Why do you even care?” Annie suddenly interrupted the conversation as she glanced up Reiner. “It’s not like you do drugs anyway, so why do you care?”

Reiner shrugged, “It’s good for people, so they should just do it.”

“Reiner we both know that’s not how congress works,” Bertholdt, the tallest one, remarked.

Reiner simply waved his hand about and shrugged, “Whatever, I just think people should get over it.”

“Don’t you have a class to get to?” Bertholdt pointed out as he pointed out the large clock that loomed over the main entrance to the college.

Reiner looked over and his eyebrows arched slightly, he was going to be late. He waved goodbye and was about to take off when he paused, turned around and gave Bertholdt a kiss on the cheek. Then took off.

Annie looked as Bertholdt who began to get flustered and fiddled with his books, she looked away, not fazed but felt her lips want to pull into a smile.

Bertholdt waved his hand as he headed toward his first class and hummed slightly as he walked in. He suddenly felt someone tugging on his arm, he looked over and then down to see a small blond girl with bright blue eyes looking up at him with a bright smile. “Krista,” he smiled, “I didn’t know we had this class together.”

She nodded and smiled, “Yep! I just got my schedule changed.” They took their seats beside one another in the large auditorium. “How are things with you and Reiner?” she asked and nudged him playfully.

Bertholdt smiled weakly and scratched the back of his neck with a little smile looking down at his desk. “It’s...well...”

“Amazing? Wonderful? Exciting?” Krista giggled.

“Yea...all of those,” he laughed nervously.

She smiled, “I’m glad, you two are really sweet together.”

He smiled at her comment and was about to say something when the teacher walked in.

“Thirty dollars,” Annie said holding out her hand toward the student in front of her. There was a low grumbling as the boy pulled out his wallet, fished for some money and handed it to her. She pulled out a small plastic bag with a few pills in it and handed it to him. The boy glanced around before walking off. She stuck the money in her pocket and began to walk off toward the large gym area.

She walked in and glanced around at the almost empty lobby, she made her way inside toward the equipment room where she knew she would find the person she was looking for. When she reached it, she opened the door to be met with the heavy stench of sweat. She nearly gagged but kept it to herself simply covering her nose with her hand. “Reiner!” she shouted to see the sweaty blond on a bench. He held the bar with about seventy pounds of weight on each side. He had his earphones in and couldn’t hear her.

A girl whom was tall dark skinned, with light brown eyes, and short brown hair pulled back and away from her face appeared beside her. “He’s been like that for the last hour. I think something is bothering him.”

Annie looked up, “Ymir,” she greeted then looked back at Reiner. “Nothing seemed to be bothering him earlier.” She sighed silently, “Well we have to go, I just got a text from Erwin.”

Ymir nodded wiping her forehead with the white towel in her hands. She walked over to gain Reiner’s attention, and Annie walked out of the disgusting smelling room. She waited outside the room on her phone for the other two when she heard a familiar, and unfamiliar voice heading her way. She glanced up to see Bertholdt walking toward her with a female beside him, she was blond and blue eyed and they both were holding cups of coffee in their hands. She looked over the girl, and recalled meeting her once.

“Hey Annie,” Bertholdt greeted as the two reached her, “You remember Krista?” he said motioning to the smaller girl beside him.

Annie looked over Krista, whom just smiled up at her. “Yeah... I think I do.”

Just then the door from the room opened and out walked Reiner followed by Ymir. “Things aren’t that simple,” Ymir mumbled in an annoyed tone.

Just as Reiner was about to respond to her comment he noticed that Bertholdt was there. He smiled, “Didn’t think you would actually come.”

“Well I wasn’t going to...” he admitted rubbing the back of his neck with a small laugh.

“I made him,” Krista said as Reiner directed his sight toward her. She smiled and waved at him, and he did the same. “Long time no see, sure glad to hear you’re taking care of my best friend.”

Reiner just laughed, “If anything, he’s taking care of me.” Annie made a mocking gagging noise, which made Reiner roll his eyes. “Anyway, we were going to stop for something, want to join us?”

That’s when Ymir and Annie glanced at him, but he paid no attention to them. “That sounds nice, but we have to get going,” Krista interrupted. “We were just assigned a project.”

“On our first day too,” Bertholdt grumbled and rolled his eyes.

“Maybe another time,” Annie said quickly.

The other two agreed, “It was nice to see you again though,” she said toward Annie then looked toward Ymir. “I’m sorry, my name is Krista, nice to meet you.” Krista held out her hand toward her.

Ymir looked down at the small hand and then at Krista, rather surprised by her kind nature. She shook her hand and nodded, “Ymir,” she stated.

“Ymir? That’s a lovely name,” Krista smiled. “It was nice to meet you, maybe we can hang out another time.” Ymir simply nodded keeping her hazel eyes on the small blond as she walked off with Bertholdt.

“Let’s go,” Annie said as the three of them walked out of the large gymnasium. “You know that wouldn’t have ended well if we showed up late.” Annie muttered toward Reiner who still seemed to be ignoring her.

“It was the polite thing to do,” Ymir interrupted and Annie glanced at her, she stared at her for a few seconds, but said nothing.

Erwin sat on the desk looking through a stack of papers, the door opened and the three young adults walked in. He looked up and raised an eyebrow, “You three are here on time – you didn’t run into anyone?”

The three of them stayed silent but Annie walked up to him, taking out several rolls of money, along with a receipt book laying it on the table before him. “Forty-two sales today.”

He nodded, “That’s the highest it’s been in a few weeks.”

Ymir set her things down and sat beside Erwin on the rounded table, “We think it’s because the new drug Levi put out.”

“Have any of you gotten a sample of where to get the drug?” Erwin asked.

The three of them shook their heads, “Every time we decide to look for the supplier, we also end up following dead end leads,” Reiner said. He pulled out a book and slid it across the table to Erwin as he took a seat. “I did manage however to get this.”

Erwin picked up the book and flipped it open, it was like a receipt book. There were several names on it, along with dates, times, and amounts. “Have you followed any of these people?”

Reiner nodded, “I did, but they were all clean. I think it was a fake, perhaps they know we’re onto them?”

“So early?” Annie questioned.

“Anything is possible.” Erwin muttered as he closed the book.  

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AOT Fanfic  Chapter 1

College/Gangster AU! Pairs: Armin/Erwin, Levi/Eren, Mikasa/Sasha, Krista/Ymir, Marco/Jean. Hope you all enjoy!

“Erwin...Erwin...Erwin...” Hanji sighed scratching the back of her head and looked over the bloody mess of his head. Blood staining his blond hair and dripping down onto the white tile floor of the large empty classroom. Hanji took off her rectangular glasses wiping them with her shirt, “You know showing up like this could get me into some serious trouble.”

Erwin sighed and nodded as he held an already blood stained paper towel to his head. He was pressing it against his head and mumbling a small apology.

“What happened now? Did you get into a fight with Levi?” Hanji asked as she placed her glasses back on and took the paper towel from him and looked over his wound. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. Erwin didn’t respond and Hanji moved his hair out of the way as she began to clean his wound a bit. She grabbed another paper towel and dabbed it with alcohol, “You’re lucky I don’t have class right now.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled knowing that’s what she wanted to hear. “Besides, it wasn’t Levi this time. I just went to go rough up some guys because they weren’t paying their loan payments on time.”

“You loan sharks are always crazy,” she muttered. “I don’t see why you have to be so cruel to them? Just give them some time, I’m sure they’ll pay you back.”

Erwin chuckled a bit, “Sure, but it’s good for business. It pays the bills at least.”

“Like your drug? I heard its gained popularity here on campus.”

“Has it? Well I do have a distributor here on campus.” Erwin grinned and scratched his chin, “Do you know how Levi is doing here?”

“His drug isn’t as popular, but slowly taking over the west block of the city. I would be careful if I were you – “ she paused when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw a boy with bright blue eyes and long blond hair almost up to his shoulder walk in.

“Ah...excuse me professor I think I left my book in here...” he mumbled looking at Hanji and then at the blond across from her who was bleeding from his head. He covered his mouth slightly, “Are you okay?” he asked quickly.

Hanji just smiled and waved her hand, “Don’t worry about him Armin, he just got into a little accident. And a book... I don’t believe I saw one here.”

Armin was quiet for a few moments looking at the bleeding man who seemed to pay no attention to him. “Right... Thank you professor Hanji.” He quickly walked out of the classroom.

“Don’t kids know how to knock?” Erwin mumbled as he glanced at the retreating blond. Hanji simply laughed.

“Hush now, it’ll be okay,” said the soft alluring voice, with bright green eyes and short brown hair. The blade slid down the body that squirmed and muffled screams of pain.

“Eren you shouldn’t play too long,” said another voice as the boy with green eyes looked up. He saw a man across from him and a boy with freckled cheeks and soft brown eyes looked about him. He wore a white apron and large white gloves over his hands and reached up to his elbows.

“You never like to play,” Eren chuckled and looked down at the stripped man who was strapped down to a table and struggling to get free. He was an older man, with grey hair just showing through his brown hair and he looked between the two with wide eyes. “I suppose we should get this done quickly.”

“Yes, we should.” Marco replied as he grabbed his own set of blades, “Now last time we used the throat, why don’t we try the large vein in the leg?”

“Now you’re talking,” Eren chuckled through his mask as they lifted the white sheet and exposed the man’s thighs, Eren took the scalpel and sliced open the white soft tissue known as skin. The man screamed out at the sharp pain and tried to move once again, but it was of no use. “Interesting...he has extreme amount of muscle,” Eren noted and Marco nodded as he lifted a part of the skin and began to cut into it, cutting away at the connective tissue underneath.

“He might have been taking steroids,” Marco added as he kept cutting away and the man underneath him muffled his screams. He kept cutting the white fiber like strings until he was able to peel back the skin and expose the muscle on the left side of his right leg. Then he began to work on the other side, cutting away at the connective tissue.

“I doubt it,” Eren remarked as he worked on the other leg, doing the same as Marco, they both cut open both thighs, cutting away at the connective tissue and exposing the muscle underneath. "Up or down?”

“Hm, let’s go down,” Marco replied as his glove covered hands that slowly became stained with blood began to move the muscle inside of the leg. He looked over the muscle a bit, “We’ll cut right under the rectus femoris and cut the superficial femoral artery.”

“Hm,” Eren nodded as he took his scalpel and began to cut the large muscle around it and down it. “Well muscle structure is good, but detreating,” he commented and Marco agreed.

The elder man watched as the two of them flayed open his legs and began to cut away at the muscle. The touch of cold silver cutting into his muscle and slowly peeling it away. His eyes filled with water and he bit down on the cloth that was stuffed inside his mouth. He looked about the room, last thing he remembered was being in his office, then being dragged into this random room. It was painted brown, there were white sheets everywhere, covering the walls and the floor, but only the ceiling was left alone. The bright light overhead nearly was enough to blind him and then he felt an entire muscle being removed and his eyes widened as he looked down.

Marco smiled a bit, admiring the large muscle, well the top half of it. “Well look the artery is right there,” he pointed out with his scalpel, and it covered just over a bone. It was bright red, thick and pulsating as blood flowed through it, Marco felt a grin tug at his lips. “You almost done?”

Eren nodded as he too lifted the piece of muscle off and set it aside on a tray. They both grabbed their scissors and cut into the artery. “I bet about three minutes.”

“Three? I bet five.”

“You know I always win this,” Eren pointed out as they watched the blood flow out from the artery creating a pool of blood where the muscle once was. “I don’t see why you always go for the longest amount of time.”

“Well you never know, maybe one of these days I’ll be right. Now come on, we have to skin him before he really dies.” Marco wiped off his scalpel and looked at the man as Eren adjusted the light to shine on the man’s face. Marco walked over, “You know sir you deserve this. Who knows why, but you do.” Then Marco slowly began to run his scalpel over his neck, just enough to cut through the skin. His hands steady and gliding as he did, he slowly began to cut the connective tissue underneath slowly lifting the skin off piece by piece. Eren kept two fingers on the man’s wrist, checking the pulse as he kept a close eye on the clock. Three minutes later, he was pronounced dead.

“I told you I’m always right,” Eren grinned underneath his mask and moved his fingers away.

Marco just shrugged as he finished taking off the remaining skin around the face exposing the muscles underneath. “You know next time, I think we should start with the eyes.”

Eren nodded in agreement and took his scalpel assisting with the rest.

Armin ran his fingers along the edge of his textbook, his eyes focused on the paper beneath his eyes. “Armin... Armin,” Christa called out and he looked up to see his younger sister standing before him. “I’ve been calling your name,” she laughed softly and sat across from him. They were in the library and it wasn’t that empty, a few people sitting away from them, “I figured I’d find you here.”  

He simply smiled and closed his book, making sure to save his page. “How was the first day of class for you?”

“Fine, I got some of my old classmates from last year. I’m super excited for the rotations we get to do at the hospital this year!” Christa was studying to be a pediatrician and had a stack of books about children’s medicine, to even simple first aid. “But I feel bad for leaving grandpa all alone...” she looked down at the wooden table between them and a small frown took over her lips. “He’s proud of us Christa, remember we’re going to see him in the summer anyway,” Armin smiled trying to reassure his younger sister. They both went to college together, but he was studying to be a marine biologist. “Plus I got a letter from him,” he laughed.

Christa rolled her eyes and laughed, “He’s so old fashion, why can’t he just call us?”

“He hates phones and computer and –“

“Anything else that is technology,” Christa finished knowing it was the same answer she received each and every time she asked. “I’m just saying it would be much easier if he just called us, or even sent us an email.”

Armin just shrugged and felt a hand on his shoulder he looked up to see Eren. “Hey,” he smiled as Eren set his things down beside him and took a seat. “How was work?”

Eren shrugged, “Same old job, nothing special happened.”

“It’s so cool you get to actually work in the hospital,” Christa whined and hit her head against the table.

Eren chuckled, “I suppose, I mean we really don’t do anything. Just handle the dead bodies.”

Christa shuddered, “Okay that’s not fun.”

“It’s not for everyone,” Armin pointed out, “Do you have your schedule?” he asked Eren who nodded and handed it over. “I don’t think we would have any classes together anyway, but your schedule looks like fun.”

“Totally,” Eren rolled his eyes, “I have like four anatomy classes.”

Christa laughed a bit, “I could barely handle one. But the body is pretty cool.” Eren simply agreed.

“Have you seen Mikasa? I can’t find her,” Eren mumbled as he laid his head down on the table and yawned out.

“I think she said she was staying with her uncle. I mean he is a lawyer and she is studying to be one,” Armin pointed out and opened his book up once more.

“How cool that must be, you have family in the same field you want to go into,” Christa sighed and leaned her head on her table.

“Mikasa,” mumbled a deep voice. The girl with short black hair and sharp ebony eyes looked up from the mat she was currently training on and looked to see her uncle. He also had black hair and sharp ebony eyes, except he was much shorter when he stood up. “You’ve been down here for four hours straight, shouldn’t you get to studying?”

She sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she looked around the workout room. “I think I’ll be fine,” she mumbled.

“Mikasa,” he repeated her name, but this time with an underlying scolding/threatening tone.

She said nothing as she walked away to grab her towel and water bottle, she wiped her face and tried to calm down her breathing once more.

“I have some work I need to get done, so I’ll be getting home late. Petra volunteered to make you dinner,” Levi scratched the back of his neck and began walking away toward the door.

“I’m not a child, I can take care of myself,” Mikasa retorted.

The two of them were facing opposite directions, neither one speaking, he opened the door walking out and closing it right after. Mikasa was silent and still for a moment before she threw down her water bottle and towel, she turned quickly, pivoting on her left foot, and she raised her leg making it clash with one of the sandbags that hung. It rocked violently back and forth and as Mikasa clenched her jaw, her leg a bit red from the collision and a slight sting was left from it. It was nothing she hadn’t felt before, she grabbed her things and walked out again. She walked to her room to shower and get ready when she heard her phone vibrate from her dresser. She walked over to check it, it was a message from Armin.

To: Mikasa

From: Armin

Hey, Eren is here, want to meet up for pizza tonight?

She stared at the phone for a moment and looked over at the door.

To: Armin

From: Mikasa

Yea. See you guys at 8, regular place.

She knew Levi would get mad, but she wasn’t a child anymore. She set her phone down once more and headed for the shower.

Around 8 that night the three of them met at MARIA’S PIZZA PALACE it was a regular place they often went. Usually to get away from the stress of school. “So how is the whole law thing going for you?” Eren asked as he sipped on his Dr. Pepper.

Mikasa shrugged, “It’s going fine, and people can be such asses though.”

Armin laughed and agreed, “Law is pretty cool, and how are your classes?”

“Nothing too bad, English, law classes,” Mikasa shrugged and sipped her own cooled water.

The three of them sat in a comfortable silence, the summer thick air now slowly turning cold outside and they sat within the small colorful tiled pizza joint. They spent just a few hours together, speaking of nothing in particular but it was getting late and each needed to head home for tomorrow was another day of classes.

“You know, I think this is going to be an interesting year,” Armin sighed.

“Why do you say that?” Eren asked as they walked along the almost empty sidewalk with a few lights shining along the darkened pathway.

“I don’t know, it just might be interesting,” he shrugged as his mind wandered back to the blond he saw with his professor earlier that day.

“Well, anything is possible.” Mikasa remarked.  

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Genderfluent

So thanks to  kennythedictator she helped me create this awesome fanfic that I hope you all will enjoy as much I have and she did. Love you Kenny!!! Warning: NSFW

               Yamaguchi slipped into his skirt and brushed his rather long hair now into a ponytail. He pulled on the thigh highs and his sneakers. Since the season was over and he didn’t have to worry about practice after school he sat down in front of his mirror and began to apply his makeup.

He hummed as he did having his music on in the background. A picture of the team hung in the corner of his mirror and a set of pictures of him and Tsukishima in a photo booth hung on the other side. He smiled glancing up at it and gently applying mascara to his lashes. The brush gently stroking each lash and bringing out his eyes. He knew Tsukishima loved it when he was all natural, but he also liked to dress up. He finished up and grabbed some lip-gloss applying hardly any to his lips just to give it a slight shine. It didn’t take much for him to actually start looking like a girl and he brushed his hair once more. Not knowing how to have it that day. He pursed his lips and decided to go for a side braid.

She now stood up and grabbed her bag heading out, calling out to her parents who didn’t even acknowledge her that morning. She sighed and had gotten used to it as she walked down the sidewalk to school. She was going to meet up with Tsukishima as usual and nearly skipped at the thought of it. She hadn’t really planned to dress up today but the thought had crossed her mind late last night and so she just went for it.

When she arrived he saw the tall blond in his usual uniform and headphones over his ears. She covered his mouth quietly and snuck up behind him, pulling them off. Tsukishima was a bit startled and looked back to see Yamaguchi. “What the hell...?” he started but trailed off. The words dying at his lips when he saw Yamaguchi beaming up at him. He felt his face heat up a bit as he looked away taking off his glasses pretending to clean them.

Yamaguchi covered her mouth slightly, “You don’t have to look away.” She teased and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “You like it...don’t you?” she asked quietly a bit afraid of the answer and bit her lip quietly.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t?” he asked suddenly and an arm wrapping around him on instinct.

Yamaguchi just smiled and kissed his cheek as she pulled away and Tsukishima put his glasses back on. He moved one hand into the others as they walked to school.

  They walked into school and instantly ran into Hinata and Kageyama. Much to Tsukishima’s dismay at the way they gawked at Yamaguchi. He furrowed his eyes a bit at them and squeezed Yamaguchi’s hand a bit who squeezed back in reassurance. “Uwah!!” Hinata shouted looking at Yamaguchi. “You look so nice today!” he shouted happily.

“Thank you,” Yamaguchi smiled.

“The makeup is a nice touch,” Kageyama adds nonchalantly. Hinata nodded his head quickly and then his eyes widened as he leaned in to whisper something to Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened slightly and she looked at Hinata before she smiled and a dark tint rose on his face. She nodded quietly and Hinata couldn’t help but laugh a little as well. “What’s so funny?” Tsukishima asked.

“Nothing,” Hinata replied quickly. He kept his smile before he suddenly slouched a bit, “I have to go make up a test...” he muttered and hung his head slightly.

“Ah shit!” Tsukishima muttered and rubbed his temple a bit. “I have to go make up a stupid lab.” He sighed and looked at Yamaguchi, “You’ll be okay?”

Yamaguchi just smiled and nodded, “Don’t worry I’ll walk with her,” Kageyama added. Making sure to use the right pronoun that Yamaguchi preferred on days like this.

Tsukishima was a bit hesitant but one little squeeze of a hand and a kiss on the cheek later he was reassured and let Kageyama watch after his love bird. He then turned to walk off with Hinata who was his usual bouncy self, “What were you telling Yamaguchi anyway?” he asked after a few moments.

“Hm? Oh nothing,” Hinata said and smiled to himself chuckling a bit to himself. “Why don’t you ask her? I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to share.”

Tsukishima eyed him suspiciously for a few seconds not exactly knowing what that was supposed to be mean but noted he would need to talk to Yamaguchi.

  Yamaguchi and Kageyama walked down the hall to their second year classrooms. Kageyama keeping a steady glare on his face in case anyone tried telling Yamaguchi shit. “Yamaguchi!!” They both heard from down the hall. They turned around slightly to see Tanaka and Nishinoya waving at them as they walked down the hall.

“Woah,” Nishinoya said with wide eyes looking at Yamaguchi, “You look so cute today!” he smiled. Tanaka agreed with a wide smile and Yamaguchi thanked them tucking some hair behind her ear.

“Did Kiyoko give you lessons?” Tanaka asked.

Yamaguchi nodded, “She helped and gave me some makeup-“

“FAG ALERT!” was suddenly blurted into the hallway at the end of the hall. Yamaguchi eyes widened slightly as he heard the comment reach his ears. “DIDN’T ANYONE EVER TELL YOU SKIRTS WERE FOR GIRLS?!” yelled another voice from down the hall. He gripped his backpack a bit tighter and just kept the small smile on his face looking at Nishinoya and Tanaka, but their smiles had disappeared.

“It’s fine you guys...” Yamaguchi began but Nishinoya and Tanaka had walked past her already. She looked back to see them walking down the hallway, Kageyama still beside her and glaring in the direction where the boys were shoving each other and smiling at their smart ass comments.

“Did you have something to say?” Tanaka asked with his usual intimidating glare looking down at the first year boys. They looked up at him and they suddenly fell quiet.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to treat a lady?” Nishinoya growled a bit and gripped one of the boy’s shirt bringing him down to his level. “Say shit to our sister again and we’ll make sure you never use that mouth of yours again.” He pushed him away as they glared at the rest of the group of boys. The boys backing up from them and then quickly disappeared back down the hall. They both smiled and turned back to Yamaguchi giving her a thumbs up.

She laughed quietly and gave a thumbs back as well. Kageyama glanced over at her and smiled quietly to himself and then continued to walk her to class. “How is Suga?” he asked as they walked into her classroom.

“Fine,” she replied sitting down making sure to flatten her skirt out before she did. She usually spent the weekends at Suga’s house so she wouldn’t have to deal with her parents. They weren’t exactly supportive of her “crossdressing” or the change in pronouns. “He took me out this past weekend,” she said feeling kind of guilty. “He really didn’t have to. It’s enough that he lets me stay with him.”

Kageyama sighed, “I swear he acts like our mom.” He mumbled and crossed his arms. “But it’s a good thing. He wants to do it.”

Yamaguchi simply smiled weakly, “I guess...”

“How are your parents...?” he asked quietly.

Yamaguchi small smile fell from her lips and she stared at the wooden desk playing with her nails a bit. “They haven’t found any of my things yet. So that’s good.” She sighed and sat back and forced another smile on her face. “I just don’t want things to end up like last time is all. And Suga is always having this crazy idea of me moving in with him...”

“Why don’t you?”

“Because...I don’t want to be a burden to him. I mean I think my parents would get mad... I mean at least I hope they would...” she said her smile now a bit shaky and Kageyama eyes widened a bit seeing the beautiful painted eyes begin to water up. As much as she knew her parents didn’t agree with her, she still hoped they would care enough to get mad if she attempted to run away.

She saw a tissue in front of her and looked up to see Kageyama holding it out to her. “You know you worked really hard to put that on, and you look to good for it to be just smeared off.” He was looking away as he held it out and nearly mumbled the entire thing. But she heard it loud and clear and nodded thanking him and took it. She dabbed her eyes and her smile was once more real and bright upon her lips.

  It was lunch time and Yamaguchi waited for Tsukishima to get her from class. She stood at the door when she saw the tall blond walking down the hallway. She smiled and waved at him then they made their way outside to sit underneath a tree they had been sitting at lunch since their first year. It was a nice spot to sit at, there was hardly anyone who passed by there and on really sunny days it was the best to just sit underneath the shade and sometimes take a nap together.

Tsukishima was in the middle of eating lunch when he remembered what Hinata had said earlier. He looked over at Yamaguchi, “What were you and Hinata whispering about this morning?”

She looked over and her face heated up a bit too quickly. “N-nothing Hinata was just being....Hinata,” is all she could figure to say. Tsukishima didn’t believe one word and raised an eyebrow nudging her gently with his elbow. She looked at him for a second before looking down at her food. “Okay...well he was just asking if I was wearing what he got me.”

“What did he get you?” Tsukishima asked with a little frown looking over her. She seemed to be wearing her regular uniform and he didn’t understand.

“Ah well...the other day he bought me...” and the rest was an inaudible mumble.

“He bought you what?” Tsukishima said setting his food aside and crossing his arms slightly.

“...lace panties...”

It took a few moments for Tsukishima to realize what she had just said and his face heated up as well. For the longest time he always wondered if she went all the way in even wearing the underwear and bra. But never was sure how to phrase such a question when it came down to it. “Oh...” he mumbled.

“Please don’t think I’m weird Tsuki!” she said quickly grabbing his arm and looking at him with a slightly panicky look.

“I’m not mad,” he said and frowned. “I just...” he looked away slightly, “...that’s a turn on is all.”

“What? Really?” she asked as she relaxed and a small smile spread on her lips. “I didn’t think you were into that,” she teased and then pushed his arm slightly.

“Well you know I’ve kind of wondered if you wore all that for a while.” He said and picked up his food again to distract himself and stuffed his mouth.

“Why didn’t you just ask?” she shrugged picking her food up again. “I never used to because I never had any, but Hinata bought me a few so I just wear them. They are actually really nice to wear. Comfy, and they come with so many cute patterns.” She was laughing a bit at how ridiculous she sounded talking about panties with her boyfriend underneath a tree during lunch. At school no less. But she was cut off when she felt her face being turned and she was met with a kiss.

Tsukishima didn’t really know what came over him and usually wouldn’t dare show such public affection so risky especially at school when a person could walk on them at any moment. But the mere thought of Hinata knowing what Yamaguchi was wearing underneath all that clothes simply annoyed him. He was cupping her face and felt his tongue pass her lips as they collided. The kiss quickly turned hot and sticky, Yamaguchi whining in the kiss and her hand reaching up to grip Tsukishima’s wrist sleeve. He pulled away after what seemed a few minutes but really was just a few seconds. Yamaguchi was panting, her eyes heavy and hooded her mouth open slightly. Her lips were soft like always and Tsukishima let his hand slide down to her waist then her leg and pulled one over his lap. “I want to be the only one to know what you’re wearing,” he said quietly in her ear. “Me and only me.”

Yamaguchi felt shivers go down her back and she closed her eyes. Her lips tracing down Tsukishima’s ear and then down to his neck. Her hand gripping his shirt. She left just a few teasing kisses before her lips went back up to his ear. “Do...do you wanna see them?” she asked not daring to look at him as she asked.

Tsukishima bit his lip glancing around before squeezing her thigh gently making her moan quietly in his ear. “Not here.” He stated quickly and got up taking her hand and dragging her off. She stumbled after but kept her head down. Her face was all shades of red and she felt her hand being squeaked by Tsukishima as she was suddenly pulled into a closet and the door locked.

She was pushed up against a wall and kissed once more, once again feeling hands on her thighs sliding up her skirt. She let out a soft squeak between the kiss. His tongue in her mouth and she sucked on it, her hips rolling up against his. He pulled away and Yamaguchi looked at him with her red beat face and panted as quietly as she could. Tsukishima looked down at the lifted skirt to see the pink laced panties, completed with a small bow in the front. The one thing he was not expecting was how see-through they were. “Shit...” he groaned setting down the skirt and taking his glasses off. Yamaguchi was a bit confused but didn’t have time to question as he neck was attacked once more. She felt the soft lips sucking on her skin and leaving rather large marks as her hands ran through his blond hair she couldn’t help but whisper his name.

Tsukishima was more than turned on, but incredibly jealous at the same time. Not only did Hinata buy her then panties, but he bought them see-through on purpose. It pissed him off. He was already slipping off her shirt, only to be met with a cute little pink bra to match. “Did he buy you this to?” he mumbled looking at it. She looked down and she nodded quietly. He really hated Hinata, but he had to admit he had good taste. His lips traced down once more from her neck to her chest, both hands undoing the bra and he slipped it off of her as he kissed the small perky nipples. His lips covering them as he sucked gently and teasingly nibbled on them. Yamaguchi covered her mouth with one hand as she whimpered in pleasure. Her body being picked up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Tsukishima threw the bra aside as his hand traced down underneath the skirt once more, his hands gripping her ass. He was rewarded with a small moan and a bucking of her hips as me moved his hands to massage her ass. His lips moving back up to recapture her mouth.

Yamaguchi felt extremely hot as she slid down the wall being guided slowly to the floor by Tsukishima. Her skirt was being pushed up and she the hot and heavy breaths between them was enough to make her squirm and send chills down her spine. He pulled away and she was turned to her hands and knees. “T-Tsuki...what are you – oh...!” she covered her mouth with both hands quickly. Her eyes rolling back slightly as she felt her ass being spread and suddenly feeling his tongue. She whimpered in pleasure and buried her face into the floor. Her breathing became heavier feeling his tongue eating her out and she kept one hand on her mouth reaching down so her needy erection wasn’t contained in the panties any longer. She was trembling and was stroking herself her eyes opened slightly drool dripping down from her chin to the floor. That’s when she felt one finger slip inside of her with his tongue and she nearly lost it. She had to grab her thrown aside shirt and bite down on it to keep her moans from getting to loud.

Tsukishima pulled his mouth away two fingers now moving in and out of her ass and his lips traced over to his actual ass. His lips nipping at it leaving little marks to distract her from any pain she might feel as he added a third finger. After he thought she was well and ready he turned her back around, getting between her legs and making himself comfortable. Taking out his own erection that was contained in his pants. He could see the lustful gaze in her eyes and leaned down kissing her hard before sliding himself inside of her. He felt her arms wrap around his and she was gripping the back of his shirt, biting his lip and moaning as softly as she could. He was having a hard time controlling himself as well and his hands gripped her hips as he tried to move at a slow and steady pace. He felt her breath hitch each time and the small whimpers of pleasure she would let pass through her lips and into the shirt. And it wasn’t long before he lost control of what he could do. He felt like he was holding back to much.

“Ha...harder...” he heard her whisper before stuffing the shirt back in her mouth and he took it as a cue where he began to pick up the pace of his hips. He groaned lowly in her ear and was panting heavily feeling her clench his shirt and slip it off. Then her nails scratching up and down his back as her legs wrapped around him again. His legs would tighten around him with each thrust as she had to keep the shirt in her mouth to stop her from basically screaming out in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head once more feeling each thrust become heavier and harder. Her nails digging into his back before she took out the shirt out again. “T-Tsuki...” she said into his skin not wanting to be too loud. “Let...let me...r-ride you...”

Tsukishima nearly lost his shit and grunted lowly as he pulled out and felt her shudder underneath him. He sat back against the wall and Yamaguchi slipped off her underwear but kept her skirt on. She straddled Tsukishima and then slowly sat down on his erection, their lips connecting to keep her from being too loud. He gripped her hips and began to guide them up and down slowly over him and felt her tongue twisting with his. It was getting to hot for either of them as Tsukishima kicked off whatever clothes he had left and felt his beautiful love bird ride him until orgasm.

Afterwards they had quite a bit of cleaning to do. But Tsukishima didn’t care too much about it as he pulled Yamaguchi close to his body, kissing her neck gently. His fingers making small circles over her hips as she laid herself into his chest and she sighed with a small sleepy smile on her lips. “We...should be getting to class before we get into trouble...” she yawned out. Tsukishima just chuckled knowing she didn’t mean it, and kissed her forehead softly. Letting her fall asleep on his chest.

   Tsukishima was holding her hand as they made their way back home afterschool. His headphones on and music blasting from them as Yamaguchi simply leaned on him. Humming quietly along with the music. He felt his headphones being pulled down and he looked over at Yamaguchi. “What’s wrong?”

“Um...I wanted to talk to you about something...” she said with a small smile. Tsukishima paused his music as he looked back over. She didn’t look at him however and took a deep breath, “Suga is saying I can move in with him...if things get really bad again. I don’t think they will...but I mean...just in case they do...” her voice faltered a bit and she struggled once more to keep the smile on her face.

Flashbacks of what happened before flooded her head. She remembered it all too well. She had came out to her parents as gay and as a gender fluid. His father had become furious taking every piece of female clothing he had and burning outside in the front lawn. He was horrified that his mother had joined in and took all the makeup he had worked hard to get and just toss it away. It was horrible and his parents had said some pretty brutal things he didn’t wish to remember but just as all the memories were going to flood in and overwhelm him he was pulled out of it all with a simple hug.

Tsukishima was holding her close to his chest, his arms around her waist tightly and his lips at the top of her head. She buried her head into his chest and smiled thanking him with a soft kiss on the chin. “If you need to go anywhere... I don’t care if you go to Suga’s or Daichi’s or even with Hinata. As long as you’re safe...that is all that matters. Beside...isn’t that what family is for?” Yamaguchi felt his eyes widen a bit and he bit his lip. “They are always telling us how much we are like family to them. We may each be different...but we’ll always be a family.” He kissed her head and she smiled leaning up on her tippy toes to kiss his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she whispered and pressed their foreheads together.  

[mysillyfanfics-blog]

Tsukishima x Yamaguchi

    This is an AU where they happen to meet at a convenience store while Yamaguchi is scared for his life.           

Yamaguchi was walking home from another late night at work closing up at the bakery. His phone was dead and there was no way to call his roommate Hinata. Which probably didn’t matter since he was probably out at the moment. He ran a hand through his hair and hummed quietly going through the homework he needed to do in his head. He had several essays to write by next week and in two weeks finals was coming up. He hated college.

               Then street lamps were rather bright as he walked along and held his bag close to him. He really wasn’t afraid of the dark. Not at all; he just felt very uncomfortable being alone. In the dark. Alone. And maybe he was just over thinking but he swore that someone was following him.

               Before the shop closed a man had walked in and bought a few things. Yamaguchi was thankful that it was going to be the last customer but he stuck around a little longer than intended. Hitting on Yamaguchi, or at least he thought he was. Once he finally got him to leave he closed the shop up all the way and headed on his way. He swore he saw him outside of the bakery and now felt like he was following him.

               He took out the dead phone and when passing underneath a street lamp he held up his phone to try and see a reflection of the things behind him. There seemed to be nothing until he stepped out of the light and someone else stepped into it.

               It was the man from earlier.  

               He felt his heart began to race as he nearly dropped his phone fumbling with it and quickly stuffing it back into his pocket. He bit his lip gripping his bag tighter and his footsteps became quicker with each moving step. He knew if he rounded the corner just a few feet ahead he would be able to make it into a nearby corner store.

               But he heard the footsteps become in line with his. He didn’t even want to look back as he saw the light from the corner store just around the corner.

               He sprinted for the door. He felt chills go down his spine as his hand gripped the door and pulled it open and he stumbled inside.

A blond tall clerk with glasses looked over. He was sitting down with his feet up by the register and a magazine in his hands. He peeked over to see the flustered Yamaguchi quickly dart into the aisles. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t think much of it, and was about to go back to his magazine when the door opened again. Another man walked in behind him. He wore a suit, looking like he worked in an office of some sort and glanced around casually before going into the aisles as well. He then looked back down at his magazine.

Yamaguchi was glancing around having heard the door open, he was in the very back. He tried not to make himself look too noticeable and moved about quietly. He clenched his jaw and tried turning on his phone, but it simply blinked that it needed to be charged before turning off again. “Fuck...” he whispered and pressed his hand to his forehead. He was being followed and he didn’t know what to do. He peaked around the corner, only to see the man looking at a few magazines. He covered his mouth quickly and darted behind the aisle of chips again. He looked up to see a round mirror above him and his face paled. There looking straight at him was the man, who had a small smile on his face and winked. He felt his blood go cold in his veins and he quickly darted the other way. He remembered there was someone at the register earlier, maybe he could help him? But what would he say to him?

He felt a whimper well up in his throat as he tried to avoid the other man following him. He nervously grabbed a cup and decided to get himself a slushy. Maybe he could use it to dump all over the guy? He had no idea what he was doing at this point and was fumbling with the machine. He pulled down the lever trying to calm himself down and wondered if he should ask to borrow a phone. Should be simple enough, right? He wasn’t paying attention to his drink when it suddenly began to overflow and the icy cold liquid spilled onto his hands. He yelped and pulled his hand away.

Well, it only got worse. He spilled his drink all over the machine, the floor, and his shoes. He then tried to turn off the machine but only managed to pull on the lever beside it and it began to spill the icy contents as well. He panicked and tried grabbing some cups and turning off the machine but it wasn’t working. It was like the levers were stuck and he seemed to be only making a bigger mess.

Tsukishima looked up from his newspaper hearing the noise and sighed. He set his magazine down fixing his glasses as he walked over to the machines. He wasn’t too pleased to see the giant mess of icy all over the floor. He walked around and disconnected the machine and the other boy looked at him with wide eyes and a flushed face. His bottom lip was trembling as he tried mumbling a quick apology and Tsukishima couldn’t help but feel kind of sorry for him. The kid looked like a mess and didn’t seem to be having a good day at all. He raised a hand up, “Just help me pick it up.”

Yamaguchi looked at the mess and nodded quickly as he followed Tsukishima to the back where a couple of mops were and he was allowed to set his things down. Yamaguchi was getting a few mops while Tsukishima was filling up the bucket of water. “Sorry...again...:” Yamaguchi whispered.

Tsukishima glanced at him. He wasn’t exactly mad it at least gave him something to do in the very least. “Its fine,” he replied as he then poured some bleach into it.

“Ah....I’ll pay for it all...” Yamaguchi said and was fumbling with the mops more gripping them close to his body. Tsukishima simply nodded as he pushed the bucket out followed by Yamaguchi. He looked over to the register to see the same man standing there with a few things.

“Start cleaning up I’ll be right back,” he walked over to the counter. He scanned the few items glancing over at the man who seemed to be staring at Yamaguchi who was cleaning up. “7.25,” he said.

The man looked over, “Huh?”

“7.25,” he repeated and had the things bagged and ready to go on the counter.

The man nodded handing him some cash and Tsukishima gave some cash back and watched the man leave. He then walked back over to Yamaguchi who was looking at Tsukishima and watched the anonymous man leave. However Tsukishima was caught off guard when the other boy suddenly took both his wrists. His eyes widened slightly. “Y-You have to help me,” he whispered quickly.

“I am...” Tsukishima replied as he tried to pull away his hands and looking at the mess he had made.

“Not with this... Y-you see that guy...he...he’s been following me...” he whispered and his hands gripped Tsukishima’s wrist tighter. “I...I don’t know how to shake him off. Please you have to help me.” Yamaguchi kept his voice barely above a whisper and looked at the tall blond desperately. His long black hair that was pulled back into a small ponytail now coming undone with all the stress he had suddenly undergone.

“How the hell do you want me to help you?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“Let me borrow a phone please?” he asked, “I can call a friend to come and pick me up.”

Tsukishima pulled away his wrists finally and sighed, “You know even if you call your friend this one time what makes you think he won’t follow you again?” Yamaguchi hadn’t thought about that and Tsukishima thought he was about to faint. “Why don’t you call the police?”

“The police...?” he repeated and then quickly shook his head. “No...No I don’t have that kind of money to spend on stuff like that. Please just help me!”

“Well I don’t know what you want me to do,” Tsukishima replied crossing his arms and Yamaguchi lips began to tremble. He was scared shitless. He didn’t like engaging in violence either and didn’t know what he would do if the guy tried advancing on him in any way. He ran his hands through his already loose hair and looked down smiling weakly.

“Never mind... let me just help you pick this up and pay... I’ll be on my way.” He whispered as he grabbed the mop again.

Tsukishima watched him for a few moments. God he felt like shit. He muttered something underneath his breath and took the mop out of his hand. “I’ll help you. You’re a guy and the person following you is a guy, right?”

Yamaguchi nodded quietly looking up at the blond with puffy eyes and sniffled a bit. Then his wrist was suddenly grabbed and he was dragged outside. He panicked inside not wanting to go outside already seeing the man beyond the door across the street. He was pulled outside and ran right into the back of Tsukishima. “W-what are you doing?” he asked quickly feeling his stomach turning inside and felt everything he ate in the past week was about to come up.

“Hey,” Tsukishima casually called across the street. “You keep following this kid right?” he said suddenly showing Yamaguchi to the man.

The man was walking over to them from across the street and Yamaguchi took a step back wanting to go back to the safety of inside. However he Tsukishima hold his wrist tighter. “I have....business with him,” the man replied.

“Well you can certainly say it in front of me,” Tsukishima said stuffing a hand in his pocket and his other hand sliding down into Yamaguchi’s. “After all I am his boyfriend.”

“Bullshit,’ the man suddenly snapped.

“You’re calling me bluff?” Tsukishima asked raising a small eyebrow and a small smirk appeared on his lips.

Meanwhile Yamaguchi’s head was swimming. The tall gorgeous blond beside him was not only holding his hand, but was saying he was his boyfriend. There was no way this was actually happening. He blinked a few times at the man who seemed quite angry now.

“Hell yes I’m calling you bluff! You probably just barely met him!” The man said and stepped closer to them but backed up a bit.

Tsukishima was glaring at the man and his hand slipped out of Yamaguchi’s hand to his waist and he pulled the small black haired boy into him. He connected their lips. He knew he had to make it believable and he pushed his tongue inside of Yamaguchi’s mouth. Their tongues wrestling for a few moments and he was completely caught off guard on how Yamaguchi responded. He felt the others tongue over his and his their lips pressed tighter together, swearing he heard a moan between the two of them. But was unable to decide whether it was his or the others. He felt Yamaguchi pull away and Tsukishima opened his eyes, not realizing he had closed them and leaned a bit into the smaller boy as he pulled away. His eyes lingered on Yamaguchi a little longer before he turned to the rather stunned man. “See?” he muttered.

The man looked away and sighed as he went on his way. Mumbling something to himself.

Yamaguchi watched as the man left and he smiled looking back at the blond. He couldn’t help himself but kissed the other boy again, until he pulled away covering his mouth. “Oh my god... I don’t even know if you’re like that. I’m so sorry!” he said quickly but in a soft voice.

Tsukishima, once again caught off guard, just blinked at him. “No... It’s fine,” is all he replied and they stared at each other for a few awkward moments.

“Ah...I’m Yamaguchi.”

“Tsukishima,” he replied.

Yamaguchi nodded and looked away his cheeks turning a dark hue. “You’re um...a good kisser.”

“I could say the same about you,” Tsukishima stated as he pulled his arms away and cleared his throat trying to gain his composure. “I didn’t mean to spring one on you like that...or like that.”

“It’s fine!” Yamaguchi said quickly. “You helped get rid of that guy and that’s all I’m glad for.” He smiled a bit and Tsukishima swore his heart skipped a beat. “Ah well I should probably help you finish cleaning up and pay.”

“Yea...” Tsukishima said as he opened the door for Yamaguchi and they walked back inside.

 Once they finished cleaning and Yamaguchi only paid for half of the mess he created he was going to take his leave. “Here,” Tsukishima said handing him his receipt after having written something on it. Yamaguchi looked it over and it was a number, it looked like his phone number. His eyes widened some and his face heated up. “If you ever need a boyfriend,” Tsukishima said looking down at the cash register putting the money away.

Yamaguchi smiled, “Thanks...” he whispered and leaned over the counter to kiss his cheek. “I’ll text you.” And then he took his leave.

Once Yamaguchi was out of the store Tsukishima slammed the register close and sat back in his chair. His face red and he covered it with a magazine. Never had he been so unprepared in his life this entire thing was almost embarrassing. Almost. He never had met a person to catch him off guard like that, and he sort of liked it.

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KageHina

               Hinata gripped his bag looking at the stunned Kageyama. He had the same scowl like expression on his face, but his eyes had softened slightly and was looking down at Hinata as his face slowly showed shock. “W-well?” Hinata asked looking up at him, his brightly colored eyes were wide and then his eyebrows slowly furrowed together in worry. He ruined it didn’t he? He just ruined everything. He felt his lips tremble and he had never felt so weak in his life. His legs were shaking and he bit his lip attempting them to stop trembling. He didn’t answer.

               Kageyama was more than stunned staring down at Hinata. Had he heard him right...? Did Hinata just...confess...? He blinked once, twice, then his lips formed and ‘oh’. He had nothing else to say, everything was swimming up in his head and he felt so out of place. He felt like he was out of his own body and he stared at the small ball of sunshine underneath him. “Oh...” he whispered.

               “Oh? That’s it?” Hinata asked, and his shoulders slumped and his gripped his bag tightly. He turned quickly his heels slightly digging into the dirt as he took off. Maybe he had made a huge mistake. He ran as fast as he could with his body full of adrenaline going toward his bike, hopping on and peddling as fast as he could out of that school yard. His practice clothes stuck to his body and he felt the sweat from practice turn cold on his heated face. The tears prickling at his eyes and he felt his nose burn with the strong urge of crying. He gripped the handles to his bike, taking a shaky sob out in the evening spring air. His heart felt like it was stopping; slowly trying to claw its way out of his chest.

When he reached home he had slipped in as quietly as he could, his mother greeting him but he had no response. He dragged himself up to the bathroom and cried his eyes out silently under the running hot stinging water.

 Kageyama had watched Hinata run off, and he wanted to chase after him. But he couldn’t move. It felt as if his legs were glued to the floor and he simply couldn’t move, his heart was swelling and only after Hinata was long gone could he move. He was breathing quickly and pressed his palms to his eyes. A small smile pulling on the edge of his lips. He knew by not answering he gave Hinata the wrong impression and he had no intention of doing that, but he would have to correct that tomorrow. He was just far too happy at the moment.  His body swayed a moments and he knew his face had switched to a different and darker hue. He leaned back against the large gym and one hand covered his mouth attempting to cover the slow and wide smile that formed on his face.

“Well well well...” came a low chuckling voice and Kageyama glanced up to see Tsukishima walk around the corner, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. “The king has found a queen.”

Kageyama felt his face turn into a small scowl looking at him, “The hell do you want?” he growled as he stood up straight and faced the blond straight on. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to have heard the entire thing,” he smirk fell a bit and he dropped his hands to his side. “As much as I don’t like you, I have to warn you. Yamaguchi got bullied the other day because he and I are together. I would be careful – “

Kageyama held up his hand a small confused look on his face, “You and Yamaguchi are together?”

Tsukishima stared at him for a few moments longer, “You’re kidding me right? You didn’t know that?”

“No. Why would I pay attention to what you do?”

That stuck a nerve with Tsukishima but he was willing to let it slide just this one and only time. “Look all I’m saying is that you need to be careful. There are some really twisted people around here.” He gripped his headphones once more and set them over his ears waving at the rather stunned Kageyama and walked off.

Kageyama wasn’t quite sure how to react, but he felt a bit annoyed. Not at Tsukishima, but at the thought of anyone wanting to hurt Hinata. Did it really matter if he liked another guy? No it didn’t. At least that’s what he thought. “Fucking homophobes...” he muttered and picked up his bag and began to make his way home. Although he wasn’t able to stay in a sour mood for long. The thought of having Hinata confess to him was almost too much for him to stay in such a foul mood for so long.

  Hinata laid in bed, having his phone shut off and his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He saw the room slowly brighten up and he knew he would have to get up soon. If he didn’t he would miss practice.

He didn’t want to miss practice.

But he also didn’t want to see Kageyama.

Kageyama.

His stomach began to twist and his eyes began to sting again. They were red and puffy from a nights worth of crying. He had hardly gotten a wink of sleep and he rolled over to his side, stuffing his face into the pillow. His body curled up slightly and he sniffled. He hated feeling this way. But he hated himself more for suddenly confessing to Kageyama. He knew he had ruined everything.

But how was he supposed to know it would take this much of a toll on him?

He blinked his eyes quickly trying to get the tears to disappear. He hated the way they felt against his eyes. He sat up in bed rubbing his eyes harshly. He wasn’t going to let this bring him down. If anything he loved volleyball more than anything else. He didn’t need Kageyama.

At least he would like to think.

  Kageyama was making his way to school like usual, making sure to wait for Hinata like usual. His hands in his pockets, he felt nervous. All of last night he had thought of nothing but on how to word his feeling back to Hinata. He didn’t want him to think he didn’t like him back or anything. He wanted him to know he did like him.

He really did.

But as time dragged on and it was getting later and later Hinata still didn’t show up. He frowned and made his way to school without him. So much for telling him in private.

He had made it to practice just in time, but even as practice commenced there was still no sign of Hinata. Kageyama frowned a bit when he felt someone bump into him from behind. He glanced back to see Tsukishima. “Did your queen not feel well today?” he asked a bit with a mocking tone.

Kageyama scowled at him and was about to respond when he heard Daichi call his name. “Kageyama have you seen Hinata?” He shook his head and Daichi frowned. That was odd to him. It was completely unlike Hinata to miss practice even if he had a cold. He only knew because Suga had to force Hinata home once since he kept insisting he was well. (Even if he did look pale as a vampire and had vomited twice on the gym floor.) Just as he was getting to deeply worry the gym door slid open and in stumbled in Hinata.

His orange hair more of a mess than usual and huge bags underneath his eyes. He bowed, “Sorry for being late!” he said quickly then took off toward the locker room to change.  Kageyama watched, not once did Hinata glance at him. He would have to get him alone at some point.

Practice continued on as usual, but even then Hinata didn’t pay much attention to him. He was always looking after him, wanting to him at least glance at him. But he wasn’t even getting that. He was getting frustrated a bit too quickly and before he knew it practice came to an end.

And just as Hinata was the last to show up, he was the first to leave. This just pissed off Kageyama more.

 Hinata rushed out of the gym, changing in another bathroom and walking to his first class. His stomach was hurting and he didn’t know how much longer he could take seeing Kageyama. Just seeing him from the corner of his eyes made his heart hurt. If he didn’t know any better he thought he was going to go into cardiac arrest any moment.

He walked to class trying to mind his own business as he did, not saying a word and mostly staring down at the floor. Although that didn’t seem to help because he was short as it was. He bumped into someone and looked up at a rather tall guy with short hair, seemed to be cut into a Mohawk but most his hair was curly. Two others standing beside him as the boy pulled out an earphone from his ear. “So we heard your little rant yesterday.” He smiled a bit.

Hinata was a bit confused as he took his earphone back. “What are you talking about?”

“Your little ‘confession’.” He snickered. “I think Kageyama was so disgusted he couldn’t even respond.”

Hinata eyes widened slightly as he realized what they were talking about. His face began to heat up and the other two boys went on either side of him. “Just leave me alone...” he mumbled and try getting past them. He really wasn’t in the mood to be taunted about his utter rejection and with them pointing it out made it even worse.

“Why don’t we have a little fun?” the curly haired boy asked his smirk only growing wider. “Follow us outside...”

Hinata felt his arms being gripped as he was basically dragged outside, he tried to get away from them. But it wasn’t much use.

  Kageyama was sitting in class, playing with his pencil. He really hated the fact that he didn’t get a chance to tell Hinata how he felt. He thought maybe cornering him at lunch, or would that be too weird? After practice? Or would that be too awkward? He sighed in frustration and hit his head against the desk. Hinata wouldn’t even look at him. How was he going to expect Hinata to actually talk and listen to him?

But that didn’t mean he was just going to give up either.

That’s when he heard sudden chattering among the class, he raised his head a bit to listen.

”I heard they cornered him and beat him up!”

“No way! Why did they do that?”

“They said he was a fag! And they heard him confess to someone!”

“Who?!”

“They didn’t say!”

Kageyama had felt his body tense up a bit and he got up. Walking over to the group of gossiping girls. “Do you know who got into a fight?” he asked.

The girls looked up, a bit frightened by the look he gave them. “H-Hinata!” they squeaked.

Kageyama said nothing more pushing past them and walking out of class.

  It didn’t take long for him to find Hinata. He was by the back of the gym, a place where hardly anyone ever was. He only knew he would be there because that was Hinata’s favorite place to practice when he was by himself.

But when he saw Hinata standing there bruised up and dried up blood from his nose and lips. He felt his blood boil some. He walked over and Hinata looked over at him. “What do you want?” he growled.

“Are you okay?” he asked taking note of the venomous tone in his voice.

“I’m I okay? I don’t know why don’t you ask my fucking beat up face?” Hinata spatted back.

Kageyama frowned, “Why the hell are you angry with me?”

“Well why the hell are you even here? Why do you care?”

“What do you mean why do I care?”

“Well yesterday you seemed to be pretty fine not answering my confession. Now all of a sudden you want to be the good guy?” He glared at him slightly and pushed past him but Kageyama had gripped his wrist. “Let go of me you bastard.”

“I didn’t answer you because I didn’t know how to!” he said and pulled the orange haired boy closer to him. His hand sliding up from his wrist, his other hand taking a hold of it as his now free hand took Hinata’s chin. “I do like you. Okay? Get this through that thick skull of yours. I like you. A lot. And right now I’m very pist off and you’re only making it worse.” Kageyama was only just a few inches away from Hinata’s face, he was reachable. He saw Hinata’s face flush in his hand and he almost wanted to smile in amusement.

 Did Hinata hear right? Maybe he was beat up to hard and this was just some weird day dream he was having. But his face was heating up and he swallowed a bit loudly. Looking at Kageyama like that did not help either and the way he spoke to him didn’t seem to help either. “You’re serious?” he asked almost in a whisper.

“Why would I lie to you? I told you we would get to the top together didn’t I? It’s only right that you’re beside me in every way.”

Hinata could die happy at that moment.

But he didn’t want to die.

And just as he thought life couldn’t get any weirder and better at the same time, his lips were suddenly taken up by his setters. His eyes widened and looked straight at Kageyama’s as they kissed, his guard was instantly disposed of and he relaxed. He didn’t know how life could seriously get any better than this.

 Later that day Kageyama decided to pay the bully’s a little visit. Of course he wasn’t the only one as Tsukishima showed up as well. “Were these the guys who picked on Yamaguchi?” Kageyama asked as they walked toward the three boys who weren’t aware of them at the moment.

Tsukishima glanced over at him and nodded quietly as they walked side by side. As much as they detested one another and wished nothing more to go their separate ways.

They were willing to kick some ass together on behalf of their boyfriends.

The curly haired guy was facing the other two away from them and Tsukishima tapped his shoulder. He turned around looking at the two and his smile had disappeared.

Neither boy said anything, simply raising their fists and socking him.

  Hinata was silent looking up at Kageyama his face a bright red and he smiled a bit. The smile that Kageyama had fallen for completely. He held his hand and their finger tangled together. “You didn’t have to beat them up.” He said that although the smile on his face said otherwise.

“I said we would be together all the way didn’t I? I can’t have anyone beating up on you.” Kageyama shrugged and leaned over pecking his lips gently.