#asatananoya

[bokuto-my-beloved]

asatananoya making me feel things atm

[ghostlynimbus00]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

AH thank you for thinking of me and including me!

When I was planning how to answer this I was like pretty sure I only have like 5 fics so I figured I'd just choose all of them, but I just checked and I have 15 fics? When did that happen??

Anyways...

Unconventional (Haikyuu!!, Asatananoya, E, Soulmate AU, Complete) This fic is old and I dont like a lot of the writing at this point, but it was my first really big project and it will probably always hold a fond place in my memories because of that.

What Happened to Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter, Drarry, E, A/B/O, Complete) This one is another older fic of mine, but it is by far my most popular. I also got married while I was working on this fic and people still leave comments on it congratulating me on the wedding and that makes me really happy.

Cinnamon Spice (Stranger Things, Harringrove, M, A/B/O, 1/?) Even though I've only posted one chapter of this so far I like this idea a lot and I'm having a lot of fun working on the next chapters. I love A/B/O and this one is just a (relatively) straightforward exploration of that. Hopefully with lots of hurt/comfort (emphasis on the comfort) and found family vibes.

It's Not The Sky I'm Asking For (Stranger Things, Harringrove, M, A/B/O 1850s Homesteader AU, 1/?) I'm having a lot of fun with this one, its a setting/AU that I think is fun.

Words Unspoken (Stranger Things, Harringrove, M, Mute!Billy AU, 6/18) I'm having a lot of fun exploring this idea, and the structure/method of this fic is different than things i've done in the past and that's been an interesting writing exercise.

[radishnt]

Like I said in my last ask, noya is clingy asf and no one knows that more than his boyfriends

Asahi will just be chilling on the couch and Noya with come waddling over wrapped in a blanket and just give asahi a Look. Asahi smiles and opens his arms and Noya curls up on him.

Tanaka will be talking adamantly to the others on the team and Noya will pad his way behind him and latch onto his waist, laying his head on his back.

He’ll climb his way between the two in bed or on the couch and squish himself between them, waiting for the both of them to wrap him in a cuddled embrace

Tanaka and Asahi don’t mind. They find it endearing

I NEED TO KNOW IS THIS A SNIPPET FROM A FIC OR ARE U JUST PULLING THIS OFF THE TOP OF YOU HEAD BECAUSE I CANNOT TELL. /gen YOU ARE GENIUS,.

i j ijust them !!!!!!!!!!!!! u know :( ?

[tananoyaarchive]

Raindrops In Your Hair

Title: Raindrops In Your Hair Author: likeabomb Rated: Teen Word Count: 1825

Spilling into the apartment from the storm outside, Asahi offers a couple of his sweatshirts for his partners to warm up with.

[wimpasaurusrex]

Looking to follow

pls like/rb/message if you post any of the following

Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia - kiribaku / tododeku / iideku

Haikyuu!! - tanahina / asatananoya / daisuga

Fruits Basket

Harry Potter - Drarry

Vikings

[transbeetleboy]

@hqrarepairweek Day 2: Clothes Swap

Raindrops In Your Hair Asahi Azumane / Nishinoya Yuu / Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated T | 1.8k | #asatananoya

Spilling into the apartment from the storm outside, Asahi offers a couple of his sweatshirts for his partners to warm up with.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28501644

[ghost-system]

need more asanoya tananoya asatana and asatananoya on my dash, trying to find writing inspo to finish a fic i am writing so please like/reblog this if you post any of that.

[ezzydean]

trick or treat - asatananoya

TRICK-OR-TREAT

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

TRICK

Asahi frowns down at his tables and Yuu thinks that the look is wrong on his face.  Asahi’s face is made to be serious, sure, but not frowning.  Tight with concentration, maybe, but not this fear and worry.  Yuu understands it.  He really does: Asahi’s caught between two people, fingers trailing through the gritty bits of both of them, and for the first time in a very very long time he’s afraid he might not have time properly in his grasp.

Suga, for his part, doesn’t seem worried.  But Yuu figures he doesn’t know him well enough to judge that for certain.

Yuu doesn’t know how Asahi knows either person laid out on his tables.  Or if he knows them at all.

He only knows that time has slowed to a crawl that makes him want to rip his skin off and each second that drags by is like salt ground into an open wound.  Daichi hovers in the corner.  He usually doesn’t observe Asahi at work and that fact alone is enough to set Yuu on edge in the exact opposite way Daichi’s presence normally does.

Time passes.  Even Asahi can’t stop that.  And sometimes he can’t catch everything he needs to put things back together.

Fog presses against the window high in the attic.  Yuu wanders the dark halls of the house.  Soft footfalls echoing sharply through empty rooms.

Daichi and Asahi are high above him, twisting and twining and tweaking things that were never supposed to be touched.

—

The figure on the left shudders back into time with a choked off grunt.  Suga’s eyes light up and that razor sharp grin of his flickers to life on his face.  He watches carefully as eyes flutter and flicker in confusion until they land on him.

“Am I a soulless minion of yours now?”  The voice is gravel in Yuu’s head, scraping and salting wounds, and he feels an overwhelming sense of loss sweep over him, drowning him in a foggy haze.

“That’s still to be determined,” Suga answers eventually.

—

Asahi collapses against Daichi’s side with a quiet groan.  Yuu tilts his head and watches, feet tapping against the cabinets under the counter he’s been sitting on while watching Daichi prepare his newest collection of jars.

“Next time Kenma has a change of heart, ask him to do it before everything shatters.”

“No promises,” Daichi murmurs.  “You know how he is.”

The words are words and they make sense.  Just not in the order they’re in.  But Yuu figures maybe he just hasn’t been with Asahi long enough to understand things.  Even if Asahi says time is funny and not quite right, Yuu always feels like he’s half a step behind Asahi.  Lagging like a clap of thunder chasing after lightning.

—

It’s the lightning that wakes him.

His eyes snap open and there’s a weight on his chest that shouldn’t be there.  It’s not comfortable, it presses against his ribs and slips between them to curl around his lungs.

A grin flashes down at him and the lightning strikes again.

It’s quiet and it makes him shiver.  There’s no thunder.  Bright eyes watch him and watch him and watch him.  A pair in the corner observe carefully.  A pair nearby study closely.  But the pair looming over him watch with a wary curiosity, bright in the foggy gloom.

Watching, watching, watching.  All lighting and no thunder.

The fog pressing in leaves everything sounding a bit dull and muffled around him, like a wet blanket covering his senses.

“Noya,” the voice that accompanies those studying eyes is chiding.  Stern yet kind.  “Let him breathe.”

The weight disappears from his chest.  He still can’t breathe but the weight is gone.

Lightning rips through him again.

This time thunder rumbles in his bones and those curious eyes appear at his side.

He comes back to himself, mind catching like a grain of sand between cogs for a few long moments, and then it’s all there.

Ryuu jolts.  Lightning shattering him and knitting him back together.