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My newest story is a Haikyuu one! I hope you guys enjoy it, and please let me know what you think! I am always open for constructive criticisms or even just talking about ideas!
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji/Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keiji/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Characters: Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shirabu Kenjirou, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Minor/Past character death, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, past M-preg, Omega Akaashi Keiji, Akaashi needs a vacation, first names used, Children
Summary:
“We are encouraging young, unmated Omegas to sign up with our program to help keep the Omega Classification alive."
It was that sentence that had changed Akaashi Keiji's life. Now, nearly seven years later, it's time for Keiji to move on with his life. But being held down be regret and missed opportunities, he needs a guide to show him the life that he deserves. But, with three young children at home, a fear of losing them, and possessing the Grand Canyon of low self-esteems, will anyone want to take up the challenge?
I’m working on an Omegaverse story for Yuri on Ice!!! based off of @tomakehimfree ‘s idea for a Sugardaddy AU. So I’ve decided to post the first part here to get some feedback from people. So please let me know what you think!
How does one find peace in a world set to undermine you at every turn? To flood the senses till nothing but white static exists… that is true peace. Many seek it through forms of meditation and introspection. Others may only discover it in the sterile rooms of hospitals as their loved ones’ cries become mute and their eyes drift shut one last time. But for a select few, the peace comes when they least expect it. And for one young man, the peace was terrifying at first- such a strange sensation to come over them between the screams and yells of competition. But there he stood, knowing he had betrayed himself.
‘If only,’ he thought, ‘If only I had never accepted his offer, I would not be here right now.’
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Looking down at the letter in his hands, Yuuri wanted to punch it. Or rather, he wanted to punch himself. Perhaps both would suffice if he could have found the strength to move. But the words showed him his fate without a single sound of remorse.
“….Unfit to qualify for his current AB-Rank championship… will be moved to the O-Rank championship next spring…”
How did it slip? Who informed them?
He tried to be angry but, no matter how it came out, his fate was sealed. He would have to drop out of the championship and make a public declaration about his sudden disappearance. He knew the questions and instigations would follow. He was an Omega competing in a tournament meant only for Alphas and Betas. Rumors would soon fly. Or, if he chose not to make a public declaration of withdrawing, the board in charge of the rankings would explain it themselves. Yuuri contemplated if it would be so terrible to let them handle it.
“As stated in the guidelines, Omegas are not permitted to compete…”
“To lie about one’s classification is a great offense…”
“Omega. Liar.”
Slapping the letter down onto the coffee table, Yuuri stood up and walked towards the balcony of his small, American apartment. The cool air of the night breezed through the apartment complex, shaking the leaves of potted plants and pushing the pipes of small wind chimes. As the wind blew against his face, Yuuri closed his eyes and let the air escape his lungs through his nose. Arms pressed between his chest and the railing, he tried to focus on the noise of the city around him, but they all faded till there was nothing but the stillness of his own thoughts. They came slowly, dragging themselves to the forefront of his mind from the deep recesses of his mind. He tried to avoid such thoughts, but they moved forward with swords of worry and fear.
Whispers of betrayal from friends and murmurs of a failing career dug deep into his mind. Yuuri tried to ignore them the best he could, but they hurt. They clawed and bit at him, until he began to feel his cheeks become wet with tears. His chest hurt and his eyes stung, but he could not get his limbs to move at all. There he stood, looking out over Detroit, letting the cold air freeze his body and mind till he only felt numb.
He would have stayed there for hours until he was sure he was going to get sick, if it wasn’t for his phone ringing back in the apartment. He chose to ignore it, blocking the synthetic jingle from his mind. He closed his eyes once again.
By the fourth repeating jingle, Yuuri contemplated how bad throwing his phone (or himself) over the ledge of the balcony would really be.
“Persistent,” Yuuri clicked his tongue as he headed back inside, nearly slamming the glass door closed.
“Hello?”
“Yuuri! Finally! I thought you had died!”
“Oh, Pichit,” Yuuri gave a sour smile, “I feel like dying…”
“What? Why?”
“I-“
‘Is it safe to tell him? I mean, he knows about my status... But how will he react? Is he going to agree? Is he going to be mad? Is-‘
“Yuuri? You there?”
“Y-yeah! I’m here,” Yuuri shook his head to clear his muddled thoughts. “I was just thinking...”
“About dying?”
“Well, not exactly. See… I got a letter today from the director of the AB Championship.”
“Oh?”
“And, well…” Yuuri sighed into the speaker, clearing his voice of shakiness. “They found out, Pichit. They are removing me from the competition and putting me in the O Ranks.”
Silence followed, and Yuuri couldn’t help but shift in his chair.
“What are you going to do now?” The voice from the phone was low and soft, like the question would wake something great and terrifying.
“I… I don’t-“ Yuuri felt the next word get caught in his chest.
What would he do? Was there anything he could do? Would the committee listen to his pleas?
‘No.’
He knew the answer. There was nothing he could do to save his career in the AB Ranks. And his skating career as a whole was going to be at risk if he didn’t play his cards right. It was a great insult to those that ran the championship that he had lied to them about his nature. Even more of an insult to those that believed Omegas could not compete in the same rink as Alphas and Betas. And yet, he had done it. He never ranked higher than third in any competition, but he had done it nonetheless.
“Yuuri, do you need me to come over?” Pichit asked.
Yuuri looked at the letter on the table before choking out, “Please.”
kind of tempted to leave a review every time i go through someone’s ff.net/ao3 and reread everything but i also dont want to freak people out with the wave of emails
Please for the love of god do this. In the last… oh, I don’t know, seven-ish years since I first discovered fandom, the culture has made a huge shift. It used to be that, whether you yourself wrote any fic or not, you reviewed every goddamn chapter of every goddamn fic that you read. Usually in detail. And plenty of people (myself included, at times) would leave a review on every chapter even if there were already twenty or thirty chapters in the fic before I ever stumbled upon it.
But we’ve moved away from that. Now, plenty of authors (particularly those who aren’t Big Name Fans) practically have to beg for reviews to get even a small amount of acknowledgement, and that’s not fair. The SE fandom is better about it than plenty of others I’ve been in, but we’re not immune either.
So if you wanna go all out and leave ALL OF THE REVIEWS… I say do it.
I remember the time with a custom to REVIEW EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER YOU READ AND GIVE FEEDBACK TO AUTHOR IN DETAIL. In less than 10 years it has changed to “I consume but don’t interact” (why? what has given peeps the belief that authors don’t want to have comments and feedback from you? That leaving your comment is “bothering” them and they think you are stupid? WHERE DOES THIS SILLY IDEA COME FROM?)
Let’s bring it back, the habit to comment plenty!
You can always tell when, shall we say, someone Slightly older discovers your fic, because not only do you get hits, you actually get kudos and what can only be described as a Review at the end of each chapter. Usually followed by a question because they Want to engage. They Want you to know they enjoyed your thing and want to read more from you.
I can’t tell you how discouraging it is for some of my work to have literal actual thousands of hits and 10 kudos and 0 comments. And then people who have never left a single note of their presence come into my messages months later like “hey you’re my fave writer why did you stop :(”
Because. It. Feels. Like. No. One. Gives. A. Shit.
I can’t tell you how discouraging it is for some of my work to have literal actual thousands of hits and 10 kudos and 0 comments. And then people who have never left a single note of their presence come into my messages months later like “hey you’re my fave writer why did you stop :(”
Because. It. Feels. Like. No. One. Gives. A. Shit.
Please, please, please do this! Just one review if there are more than one chapter to a story makes a huge difference. I’ve nearly lost all my energy to write, but every time I get a review, even if its for an older story, I find myself writing again. So please do this. We aren’t joking when we say “Reviews give us life”.
I decided to do an old writing exercise where you put your music on shuffle, and you write a story for whatever the songs inspire in you. The catch is that you have to stop (or finish your sentence) when the song ends. This time I focused on Haikyuu and got these three done. Warning: theses are pure, raw, writings with very minimal proofreading.
Money- Mystery Skulls (Pairing: Probably Bokuaka and maybe Kuroken??)
The sound of the bass throbbed in his head as they walked up to the private room above the stage. A thug opened the door for the two visiting patrons, letting them into the bullet proof, sound proof, tinted glass room. Large golden eyes scanned over the desk in the corner before turning to the television that glowed in the darkness. There, on the couch facing the screen, sat a man with black hair that stood out against the LED glow, his arm around the shoulders of a smaller figure.
“Hey, do you want to do this or not?” Bokuto, with his peppered hair and golden iris, boomed.
Kuroo, the man on the couch, removed his arm from around his partner and stood up to turn towards Bokuto. “I take it you got all of it then?”
“Every gram,” confirmed a man, just an inch shorter than the bulk that was Bokuto Koutarou. His demeanor spoke little of his emotions, but his green eyes continued to dart back to his owlish partner.
“Nice to see you too, Akaashi,” Kuroo purred. “Kenma, could you go get the package for our hard working partners here?”
Kenma nodded and stood up.
Tengaku- Wagakki Band (Pairing: unknown)
Akaashi tilted his head towards the moon, eyes closed in a silent prayer of sorts. His eyes snapped open at the thought. Prayers were for the weak, the lost, the ones without a purpose. He was far from it- he knew where he was, why he was there. The situation proved that Akaashi was anything but weak.
The monk finished his mantra before standing up and bowing to the shrine Akaashi sat in front of. Turning to Akaashi and nodding slightly, the monk left, leaving the young man in the white and red kimono alone. The ceremony was nearly done, but there were to be no witnesses to the final step. Akaashi waited, head bowed with the hood of the kimono covering most of his face from the shrine.
The rustling of the trees began to pick up, but the man sat still and firm. Wailing of pain echoed throughout the forest, along with growling and the clashing of teeth. But Akaashi kept his position. Finally, after nearly an hour, footsteps were heard, becoming louder and louder till they stopped all together. There, just visible to the eyes under the hood, were two large bird-like feet, silver talons tapping at the ground in an annoyed manner.
“Why are you here human?” A deep voice asked from above Akaashi. “And why are you wearing a woman’s wedding kimono?”
21 Guns- American Idiot (Original Broadway Cast) (Pairing: Daisuga)
Staring at the gun in his hand, Koushi let out a shuddering sigh. The silence told him it was over, but the blood covering his hands left no room for argument. The King of the Underground was dead. He looked back once more at the carnage, knowing well that he shouldn’t. But he needed to see it once more. He needed to make sure that it was all over. So he turned 180 degrees till his feet pointed towards the pile of bodies. The tears began to flow as his gun fell from his hand.
Shouyou and Tobio glanced at each other before turning to look at their leader, Daichi. The leader of the rebellion, and their strongest support- the man that made every plan, took responsibility for every death (and there had been many). The man that called Koushi his partner.
He took one slow step forward, eyes staring down Koushi’s trembling body. But he stopped. This was something he had to do alone. The mourning was meant for the one that only he truly ever cared about.
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