what do hq!captains gift their beloved manager? ⋆˚࿔
bokuto gifts you a gigantic plushie from the arcade. he had dragged akaashi to the nearest mall and tried his hardest the whole afternoon to win your favorite stuffed character from a stubborn claw machine. it's so big that everyone in the hallway ogles him as he proudly carries it to the gym. however, the beaming grin that appears on his face after he receives your sweet reaction rivals the plushie's already ginormous size.
kuroo gifts you matching gachapon rings. it's a little corny, and kenma prods at him by saying that it might even be a little possessive. but he argues and defends himself, saying that he spent all his 100 yen coins to get the matching set. in reality, he had been stuck on deciding on your gift all week, and the rings had been a last resort. he acts all cool when you both slip them on, but he almost melts into a puddle when you give him a fist bump, the matching heads of pukka and garu meeting in a kiss.
daichi gifts you a classic chocolate box. at first, he was afraid of appearing too forward, especially to one of his closest friends. but after a little pushing and prodding from suga and asahi, he finds it in himself to approach you after practice and gift you the heart-shaped box. he's a little more bashful than his usual, firm self, but you accept it anyways—loving how karasuno's strongest captain somehow grows weak in the knees at the sight of you.
kita gifts you a handmade bento. he knows all your favorite food by heart, as well as your tells. every detail is meticulously planned and executed, down to the hello kitty-shaped rice's ham ribbon and the sesame seed eyes of the mini octopus sausages. the miya twins and suna camp out behind the gym just to see him give it to you—though he couldn't care less. let it be known to all of inarizaki that their captain's eyes were set on one heart and one heart only!
ushijima gifts you a colorful package of vitamin supplements. it's for your health, he says. good for rainy days, he adds. in reality, it's cause he can't stand seeing you sick. without you to rely on for your trusty notes and quiet reassurance, how else could he excel on the court? at least, that's what he tells himself. meanwhile, his stoic affection for you is as clear as day to the rest of the shiratorizawa roster.
oikawa gifts you the cutest plush keychain. he took iwaizumi with him downtown and spent hours choosing between different variations and outfits of your favorite character. iwaizumi swears they spent an entire day in that store, but oikawa shuts him up to hand you the precious gift. he's all confident about it, but deep down, he's anxious and fears he might just die if he doesn't see it hanging from your backpack tomorrow morning.
— happy (early) valentines day! 💌 i've been writing a lot more recently, yay me! also i think it's worth noting that karasuno's manager in this hc is NOT kiyoko... i am tanakiyo's #1 fan
getting mind reading powers and finding out that daichi has it bad for you.
wc: 3.3k, request
it was the third period on a tuesday when the world decided to stop making sense. the air smelled like floor wax, eraser shavings, and the lingering scent of processed cafeteria pizza, which was entirely normal. what was not normal was the sudden, aggressive influx of radio static broadcasting directly into your frontal lobe.
it wasn’t like hearing voices in a spooky movie. it was more like someone had forced you to wear a pair of headphones playing eighty different podcast channels at once, all set to 1.5x speed.
by the time the lunch bell rang, you had managed to narrow down the frequency. you weren’t losing your mind; you were just eavesdropping on everyone else’s. you had tried pinching yourself, splashing cold water on your face, and even knocking your forehead against your desk to see if you could shake the antenna loose, but no dice. you were a bona fide, certified telepath.
and that was how you found yourself sitting on the concrete steps outside the gymnasium, clutching a carton of strawberry milk like it was a lifeline, trying to filter out the noise.
‘i’m gonna lose it if there’s no strawberry yogurt in the vending machine.’
‘i definitely failed that chemistry quiz, rip my weekend.’
‘why does my left pinky toe itch so bad?’
you winced, taking a long, aggressive sip of your milk. human thoughts were remarkably mundane and incredibly loud. you leaned your head back against the brick wall, closing your eyes and praying for a mute button.
then, a heavy, familiar pair of footsteps approached. they had a specific rhythm—grounded, steady, dependable.
you didn’t even need to open your eyes to know who it was. daichi had a presence that felt like a weighted blanket. he was the human equivalent of a warm bowl of soup on a rainy day. dependable, sturdy, and entirely too good for this world.
“hey,” his voice broke through the physical air, warm and grounding. “you okay? you looked a little green in class earlier.”
you opened one eye, looking up at him. he was standing there holding two pork buns, looking down at you with that crinkly-eyed, dad-of-the-group smile that always made your stomach do a weird little flip-flop.
“just a headache,” you lied, giving him a weak smile. “nothing a little sugar won’t fix.”
“good,” he said, plopping down on the step next to you. there was a comfortable distance between you, but you could still feel the heat radiating off his arm. “you shouldn’t push yourself so hard, you know.”
and that was when the second voice hit you.
it didn’t sound like the others. it wasn’t a chaotic, buzzing drone. because he was sitting so close to you, his voice cut through the static like a lightning bolt, clear as day, deep and resonant.
‘she looks so pretty today. how is it possible that she looks this good just sitting on a dirty concrete step? her hair is doing that thing where it catches the sun and she looks like an actual angel. get a grip, daichi. stop staring like a creep. she’s way out of your league. someone as gorgeous as her probably has a boyfriend who is a literal supermodel or a rocket scientist or something. there is a zero percent chance she’d ever look at a volleyball meathead like me.’
you choked.
the strawberry milk went down the wrong pipe, and suddenly you were coughing violently, your face heating up so hard that it could cook an egg.
“whoa! hey, easy!” daichi was instantly hovering, his large, calloused hand rubbing firm circles on your back. the physical contact only made the mental broadcast louder.
‘oh god, her back is so soft. i’m breathing in her shampoo and it smells like peaches and i am going to pass out. please don’t let her hear my heart beating, it’s pounding like a jackhammer. she’s probably repulsed by me touching her. back off, back off, back off.’
daichi pulled his hand away as if he’d been burned, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “you okay? drink slower!”
you stared at him, your eyes wide and blinking rapidly. your brain was currently short-circuiting. did he... did he just think those things? about you?
daichi? the rock of karasuno? the guy who lectured nishinoya and tanaka about being too loud? the man who was the personification of ‘get it together’? he thought you were an angel?
“i’m fine!” you squeaked, your voice an octave higher than usual. “just... swallowed wrong. totally fine. perfect. never better.”
“good, good,” daichi said, giving you a slightly bewildered look.
‘her voice is so cute when she’s flustered. like a little squeaky toy. i want to put her in my pocket and protect her from the world. but she definitely thinks i’m weird now. great job, daichi. you ruined it.’
you couldn’t take it. the sheer, unadulterated yearning radiating off him was making your skin tingle. you scrambled to your feet, clutching your milk carton like a shield. “i just remembered! i have to... go to the library! to look at... books! bye!”
you bolted down the hallway before he could even utter a syllable of protest.
𓏵
you spent the next twenty-four hours in a state of absolute existential crisis.
first of all, you had telepathy. that was a whole thing. you spent the evening practicing on your cat, who offered nothing but a continuous loop of ‘feed me’ and ‘i want to bite that specific wire’.
secondly, and far more terrifyingly, daichi was wildly, aggressively, catastrophically in love with you.
and you had been entirely oblivious to it. you had known him for a year. you had eaten lunch together, walked home together in groups, and laughed at his jokes. you had always thought he was incredibly handsome—with those broad shoulders that looked like they could carry the weight of a small country and that smile that made your knees feel like jelly—but you figured he just saw you as another one of the guys. a friend.
apparently, you were a fool.
the next afternoon, you were lurking near the gym during volleyball practice, trying to decide if you should go in or run for the hills. you were leaning against the outside wall, biting your thumbnail.
‘you look like you’re plotting a heist or trying to figure out how to hide a body.’
you jumped, letting out a small shriek as a silver-haired boy leaned casually against the wall next to you, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.
“suga!” you gasped, clutching your heart. “don’t do that!”
sugawara grinned at you, but then his eyes narrowed slightly. he looked at you, then at the closed gym doors, then back to you.
‘why is she acting so suspicious? wait... she’s blushing. and she’s staring at the door daichi just went through. oh. OH.’
you blinked. you had just read suga’s thoughts. but suga didn’t know that.
“you’re looking for daichi, aren’t you?” suga asked, his voice dripping with playful accusation.
“no!” you denied immediately, waving your hands frantically. “why would i be looking for him? that’s crazy. you’re crazy.”
suga leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. “y/n, you’re a terrible liar. your face is overheating.”
‘she definitely likes him back. finally! those two idiots have been dancing around each other for months. but daichi is a coward who thinks he’s a gargoyle compared to her. i need to intervene. i’m the god of matchmaking.’
you stared at suga, your mouth falling open slightly. months? daichi had liked you for months?
without thinking, you blurted out, “he thinks i have a boyfriend who’s a rocket scientist!”
suga froze. his eyes went wide. he looked at you, then looked around to make sure no one else was there.
“wait,” suga whispered, his voice suddenly very serious. “i didn’t say anything about a rocket scientist. i was just thinking about how daichi is a coward.”
your heart stopped. oh no. oh, absolutely not. you had just exposed yourself.
“i... uh...” you stammered, looking for an escape route. “i’m a lucky guesser?”
suga grabbed your arm, dragging you behind a large storage shed near the gym. his eyes were shining with a mix of utter shock and intense, chaotic glee. “y/n. look at me. what am i thinking right now?”
you looked at him, feeling cornered. you tuned in.
‘if she actually has superpowers, i’m going to use this to make daichi confess. also, i wonder if she can tell that i stole asahi’s favorite pen last week.’
“you stole asahi’s pen,” you deadpanned, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “and you want to use me as a matchmaking tool.”
suga let out a noise that sounded like a tea kettle screeching. he grabbed your shoulders, shaking you gently. “this is incredible! you are a psychic! a mutant! an x-man! this is the best day of my entire life!”
“suga, keep your voice down!” you hissed, swatting at his hands. “it just started yesterday! i don’t know why or how, and it’s super overwhelming, okay? and please don’t tell anyone!”
“my lips are sealed,” suga said, miming zipping his mouth shut, though his eyes were still manic with excitement. “but this is perfect. do you have any idea how down bad daichi is for you? he’s practically digging his own grave with pining.”
“he... he really likes me?” you asked softly, feeling that familiar warmth bloom in your chest again.
“likes you? y/n, the man is a goner,” suga laughed, shaking his head. “he’s fully convinced you’re some untouchable goddess and he’s just a peasant who plays volleyball. it’s actually tragic to watch. he thinks any guy who looks at you is your secret, incredibly successful boyfriend.”
you chewed on your lip. “but i don’t want to just read his mind to get him to talk to me. that feels like cheating.”
“it’s not cheating, it’s a tactical advantage!” suga argued, his hands moving wildly. “besides, you already know the truth. now we just need to give him the push he needs to actually say it out loud. and i have the perfect plan.”
you looked at suga’s face. it was the face of a man who was about to cause absolute chaos.
you really should have run for the hills.
𓏵
the plan was simple, which meant it was doomed to fail spectacularly.
suga had decided that the best way to crack daichi was to manufacture a situation where his protective instincts would override his debilitating insecurity. and that situation involved suga pretending to ‘make a move’ on you during the post-practice cleanup.
“it’ll work,” suga whispered to you as you both walked into the gym later that evening. “he can’t stand the thought of anyone else being close to you. if he thinks i’m stepping on his toes, he’ll crumble.”
you were skeptical, but you were also desperate. and, if you were being honest, the idea of daichi claiming you made your heart flutter in a very aggressive, school-girl-squealing kind of way.
as the practice wound down and the team started putting away the nets and mopping the floors, suga made his move.
you were sitting on the bench, dutifully folding the team towels. suga walked over, plopping down dangerously close to you. he leaned in, resting his chin in his hand, looking at you with a gaze that was entirely too intense for a platonic friendship.
“so, y/n,” suga said, his voice loud enough to carry across the gym. “i was thinking... since you’re so free this weekend, maybe you and i should go check out that new cafe downtown? just the two of us?”
across the gym, the sound of a volleyball bouncing ceased abruptly.
you turned your head slightly. daichi was standing by the equipment cart, frozen. his knuckles were white as he gripped the metal frame.
you tuned in.
‘suga? suga is asking her out? but... suga’s charming. he’s funny. he’s not a blockheaded captain who only knows how to receive volleyballs. of course she’d say yes to him. they look so good sitting together. look at how close he is. his shoulder is touching hers. i want to throw this equipment cart through the wall. i want to be the one sitting there. i want to take her to a cafe. i want to hold her hand. oh god, i’m going to be sick. she’s going to say yes and i’m going to have to smile at their wedding and be the best man while my heart is crying in a corner.’
the sheer, dramatic agony in his thoughts was almost physical. it wasn’t toxic or aggressive; it was just pure, unadulterated devotion wrapped in a thick layer of self-deprecation. he was so hopelessly in love with you that the mere thought of you being happy with someone else—even his best friend—made him want to disintegrate, yet he was prepared to support it if it made you happy.
your heart melted into a puddle of absolute goo.
suga nudged your elbow, winking at you.
you looked back at daichi. he looked like a kicked puppy trying to pretend he was a big, tough guard dog. his eyes were fixed on the floor now, his shoulders slumped.
you couldn’t do it. you couldn’t play this game. it was too cruel.
you turned to suga, projecting your voice just enough. “actually, suga, i can’t this weekend. i’m hoping to spend it with someone else.”
daichi’s head whipped up. his eyes were wide.
‘someone else? the boyfriend?! the rocket scientist is coming to town?! no, no, please let it be a cousin. a brother. anyone but a boyfriend.’
“oh?” suga said, acting masterfully surprised. “and who might that be?”
you stood up, clutching a neatly folded towel to your chest. you looked directly at daichi. your heart was beating so hard you were sure everyone in the gym could hear it, superpower or not.
“i was hoping,” you said, your voice shaking just a little bit, “that daichi might want to do something with me.”
silence fell over the gymnasium.
hinata stopped mid-jump and fell on his face. tanaka dropped a ball. kageyama blinked in confusion.
daichi looked like he had been struck by lightning. his mouth was slightly open, his eyes dinner-plate wide.
‘...me? did she just say me? sawamura daichi? the guy who looks like a police officer in a high school uniform? she wants to spend the weekend with me? is this a prank? is suga playing a trick on me? did i hit my head with a ball and now i’m in a coma? pinch me. someone pinch me. please don’t let this be a dream because if it is, i never want to wake up.’
suga grinned, clapping his hands together. “well! look at that! my schedule suddenly became very busy anyway. daichi, you’re up!”
suga gave daichi a heavy, supportive smack on the back that snapped him out of his stupor.
daichi took a step forward, then another. he walked over to you, his movements a little stiff, like a robot that was experiencing a glitch in its programming. he stopped a few feet away from you, rubbing the back of his neck, his face turning a dark, lovely shade of pink.
“you... you want to hang out with me?” he asked, his voice low and incredibly gentle.
‘say yes. please say yes. i’ll take you anywhere you want to go. i’ll buy you all the strawberry milk in the world. i’ll build you a house with my bare hands. please let this be real.’
you smiled, a real, genuine smile that made your eyes crinkle. you took a step closer to him, closing the gap. “i really do, daichi. if you’re free, that is.”
“i’m free!” he said, a little too quickly, making suga snicker in the background. daichi cleared his throat, trying to regain his captain-like composure. “i mean... yeah. i’m definitely free. i’d love to.”
‘oh thank god. thank you, universe. i’m the luckiest man alive. i’m going to make this the best date ever. i’m going to dress nice. i’m going to open doors for her. i’m going to hold her hand if she lets me. oh man, holding her hand... i might actually combust.’
you giggled, reaching out and gently touching his arm. his muscles tensed under your fingers, but he didn’t pull away.
“it’s a date then,” you said softly.
daichi beamed. it was a smile of pure, unadulterated joy, so bright it felt like it was illuminating the entire gym.
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you walked home together that evening. just the two of you.
the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. the air was cool, but you didn’t feel cold at all.
as you walked, you noticed something strange.
the static in your head was fading. the background noise of the world was growing quieter, receding like the tide. the voices of the people walking on the other side of the street were just distant murmurs now.
but daichi’s mind was still crystal clear.
‘she’s so close. her hand is swinging right next to mine. should i do it? should i hold it? what if her hands are cold? i can warm them up. okay. count to three. one... two...’
you smiled to yourself, slowing your pace just a little bit.
‘...two and a half... okay, three!’
you felt his large, warm, slightly rough hand slide against yours. his fingers were hesitant at first, brushing against your knuckles.
you didn’t wait. you opened your palm and intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing gently.
daichi let out a soft, shaky breath. his grip tightened around yours, firm and protective.
‘she didn’t pull away. she’s holding my hand. this is real. she likes me. she actually likes me. i’m the happiest man on this entire planet. i love her. i’m so incredibly in love with her.’
you stopped walking, pulling him to a halt under the shade of a blooming cherry blossom tree.
daichi turned to look at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your soul ache in the best way possible. “everything okay?” he asked.
you looked up at him, this wonderful, dense, devoted man who thought you were an angel. you realized you didn’t need the telepathy anymore. the way he was looking at you right now, with his heart shining in his eyes, was louder than any mental broadcast could ever be.
and as the last remnants of the mind-reading power faded away into the quiet evening air, leaving you with nothing but the sound of the wind in the trees and the steady thumping of your own heart, you stood on your tiptoes.
you pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek.
daichi froze, his brain visibly short-circuiting in real-time. his face exploded into a brilliant crimson, and he let out a noise that was halfway between a squeak and a gasp.
you laughed, pulling on his hand to get him walking again. “come on, captain,” you teased, leaning your head against his sturdy shoulder. “you have to take me home. we have a big date to prepare for this weekend.”
daichi didn’t say anything for a long moment, still dazed by the kiss, but his hand squeezed yours with a fierce, unwavering devotion that spoke volumes more than words ever could.
— a haikyuu fanfic // where daichi sawamura is your knight.
synopsis: your personal knight — daichi sawamura — had an unyielding loyalty to you.
pairing: afab!princess!reader x knight!daichi (YUMMM)
wc: 5.5k (BUT ITS FUN)
cw: A MAN THAT YEARNSSSS IS A MAN THAT EARNSSSS. sm*t. angst. daichi is so lovestruck omg. so much yearning. so so much.
nsfw includes: c*nnilingus, dry-humping, male and female org*sm, marathon s*x, overst*m, soft s*x.
sire sawamura was a simple man. he knew of his station, of his duty, and of his standing in the royal court. he was allowed to look at you, but never to even dream of you.
sire sawamura was a simple man. he was your personal knight — the one that was to stand by your side, the one that was to protect you, the one that was to always be with you but never ever have you.
you were never to be his. the court would never allow it. the princess of the kingdom to be with a mere knight like him? god. no. you were never to be his, but somehow that had never deterred him from loving you. not when he was eight, and not when he was eighteen. you were never to be his, but he was yours from the start.
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age: 10
in the fields.
"daichi!" you nudged his calf and he shifted his attention to look down at you. he was not much taller than you, but had already accepted his role as your protector. you sat in the meadow and looked up at him with wonder in your eyes. your fingers had clasped around a haphazard bouquet — a mismatch of colours and hues. "please hold this."
"princess," he sighed wearily. "we really shouldn't be here. it—" he scanned the fields with his periphery, "it could be dangerous here. out in the open."
"nothing dangerous about picking flowers, sire!" you grinned to yourself. daichi watched as you sorted through the tall standing flowers, picking more. there was dirt on your knees, your pristine silken dress tucked up over your knees so you wouldn't soil them and get scolded by your mother. some dirt had caked it's way from your fingernails onto your chubby cheeks. daichi felt his face flush, and so, he looked away to the faraway trees again. "we could land in trouble, princess."
"awh, daichi!" you pouted, still searching for more flowers, "if i get into trouble, you'd save me right?"
daichi swallowed, his gaze averted from you again. he knew the answer before you had ever asked the question. "yes. always."
you stood up, extending your palm towards him so he could hold these flowers as well. when you smiled, daichi felt his chest tighten. "then i have nothing to worry about, yes?"
"never. not as long as you have me." he could barely hear his own words over the rush of blood in his eardrums, of his heartbeat going rampant in his chest, and the feeling of something shimmering hot in his cheeks.
"good!" you beamed, brushing your hand against his as you forced the flowers into his hand. "take these flowers as a payment! for keeping me safe."
his bleary vision shifted to his palms, where the flowers blinked up at him in hues of pinks and reds and yellow. he blinked up at you, "f-for me?"
you nodded, proud. "now you cannot leave my side, for i have bequeathed you with these flowers!"
silly you, daichi thought, how could he ever leave your side?
he clutched the flowers tighter under his fist, though, until he felt the flimsy stems pop at the sheer force. his eyes fell to the ground, "we should go now."
you nodded and brushed past him. he watched you as you skipped along the meadow. he loved you. god, how he loved you.
━━━☆⭒
age: 14
in the gardens.
"you shouldn't be here, princess." daichi said sternly, standing straight as he crossed his arms and glared — well, tried to glare — at you. you looked up from your position near the grand fountain. the water fell so softly behind you, erupting in a gentle stream that fell from the top and trickled down to the bottom. the grass kissed your feet. the moon hung low in the starry, midnight sky and shaded your a pale blue. there went on another one of those pointless galas inside the palace, and you refused to spend another minute mingling with those haughty noble folk. so, you had come and hidden yourself in one of the many gardens of your estate.
"i wish to stay right here." you huffed, defying his comment with your own. daichi sighed, his eyes softening at your little fit, "this cannot do. your mother searches for you."
"let her, then!" you said plainly. there was this resolve in your eyes, one that made daichi's gaze falter away from you. "why doesn't she bother brother with these impudent matters instead? why always have me smile and wave at those proud, showy noble folks?"
"it is just how things have come to be. you cannot keep the queen waiting."
"well, that is no excuse for it to continue!" you huffed again, and daichi fought off a smile at the display of your stubbornness. you stood up and drew closer to him, "you know how i loathe these, daichi! how pointless it is to attend these galas and dote on those- those foolish men!"
he exhaled — both at the sudden closeness and the firmness of your words. "i know that."
there was a beat of silence. one in which the two of your just stared at each other. for a moment, daichi swore he felt your cheeks dust pink. however, he averted his eyes from yours and looked down at his shoes instead.
"do not force me." you turned around and sat back down at the edge of the fountain, one of your hands finding itself in the clear water again. your fingers swirled about the still water, and daichi gave it a last try, this time with a hint of emotional manipulation mixed in, "if you do not come with me, father would chastise me endlessly for allowing the princess to run away and hide."
your hand stilled in the water at his words. you craned your neck slowly towards him, "he would?"
daichi nodded, "you know how strictly he abides by the orders of the court."
"ugh." you groaned again, this time sluggishly picking yourself up, "fine, then. you win! but you—" you drew closer again, this time jamming your index finger into his chest with narrowed eyes, "you shall have to steal me a treat from the kitchen quarters tonight, sire sawamura! that is the least i deserve for what i am to endure now."
daichi laughed, something soft and airy, "yes. i promise."
you smiled, "very well, then. let us head back."
daichi did end up getting reprimanded by his father anyways, for stealing from the kitchen quarters. not like daichi could care, he would get reprimanded every day for the rest of his life if it meant that you smiled so sweetly as you did when you received that little treat. he loved you.
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age: 16
the palace library.
"you must see this! my ladies-in-waiting told me of this book!" you burst into a fit of giggles, sitting with daichi in between the maze of tall-standing, wooden shelves stacked with books upon books. in your hand, you held a thick leather-bound book and daichi couldn't help but warn you again, "if someone saw that you weren't in your room at this late hour of the night, princess—"
"sire sawamura!" you whispered feverishly, pointing to the book, "here i am, trying to impart knowledge to you and you're so worried about other, rather foolish matters! if someone finds me, so be it!"
"both of us would be stoned to death if they realize you're out of your chambers at such late hours of the night! with me, at that!"
you narrowed your eyes and stated plainly, "do you wish to read this with me, or not?"
well, you sure knew how to puppeteer him. you stood in silence and daichi sighed, weary, "what kind of knowledge is it, now?"
you inched closer to him, till your shoulder brushed against his bicep and your body warmth seeped into his. daichi's breath stuttered but you didn't seem to notice. you opened the heavy book and trailed your fingers down the fine print, "see this! right here!"
daichi found it hard to focus — courtesy of the dark and your close, feverish touch — but still whispered, "what is it?"
"read!" you egged him. daichi read out loud, "the male enters his phallus... princess-?" daichi squeaks, his ears going red as you giggle again. "what is this...?"
"go on!"
daichi felt his entire face heat up, "the- the male enters his phallus inside the female's wettened, sweet cavern. he presses his mouth-" daichi felt his own mouth grow dry, "to hers and steals her breath away as he begins to thrust... the- the female cries, losing herself to the passion of their love."
you laughed again, and the soft voice carries itself through the vast, empty library. daichi blinked, not even looking at you after reading something so lewd. you closed the book and sighed dreamily, "how do you think it would feel to do that with somebody?"
daichi lagged, his eyes resting on your lips for just the barest fraction of a second. "i- i wouldn't know, princess."
"hm. me either." you sighed, putting the book back in it's place. you turned to him slowly, your voice teetering on the edge of silence, "but... i do not wish to not... know until i'm to be wedded off."
he swallowed, "wh-what do you mean?"
"do that."
daichi felt his sanity rip, "d-do what? the phallus—?"
"no!" you shoved his bicep, horrified at the idea. your entire face was flush, eyes dropping to the floor as your whispered, "the... pressing your lips to mine."
as if that was any better?! why did you not just ask daichi sawamura to kill himself? that would have been easier.
"i- i do not think i should..." both of you looked away from each other as daichi saved himself the heartbreak of doing that once and never again, "it's something... your husband must do, princess. not me. not your knight."
you started softly, "but i wish for it to be someone i know... someone who i know is... you."
daichi brought his eyes to your face and felt his entire brain turn to mush, "shall you not regret it?"
you shook your head quickly, "no. never."
he swallowed for the nth time and inched closer. both of yours' breaths got heavier. you closed your eyes, puckering your lips into a soft pout. you awaited something, anything — a featherlike feel of his mouth over yours, maybe a fiery kiss of passion. but instead, you felt his fingertips trace over your cheekbones. your eyes fluttered open and you found daichi staring at your face, awestruck.
his thumb rubbed circles into your cheek and you whispered into the air, "do you not wish to?"
his voice was quiet, eyes heavy with regret of what he were to say next, "i am just a mere knight, princess. that is all i am. all i would ever be."
before you could argue, he leaned forward till your lips all but touched his. his soft breath fanned your lips and your heart stuttered out a pathetic rhythm of unyielding yearning. he trailed his finger down your cheek and onto your lips. his doughy fingertips traced the outline of your lips. both of you said nothing. he then pulled himself back before you could even react, "you must return to your chambers now. it's far too late."
you nodded slowly, "yes. my apologies. i shall take your leave now."
you brushed past him and walked your way to the entrance of the library. daichi stood where he had with you, and amidst the tall shelves he felt his knees weaken. he fell to the floor, shaking thumb that had touched your forbidden skin being brought to his lips. and in his lonesome, daichi smiled to himself. he could never have you. he would never have you. but for a moment there, he touched your bare skin, and that was enough.
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age: 18
your chambers.
daichi knocked once, twice, thrice. you didn't allow him the pleasure of hearing your voice from inside your chambers. he took a deep breath, using his scarred, broad palms to push back the gilded doors and peek in.
you sat on your bed, eyes glossed over as you didn't even turn to look at in. he sighed, "may i enter?"
you sat in silence, and he felt his chest clench in vain. swallowing, he announced, "i am entering, then."
he closed the door behind him and walked till he stood in front of you. you refused to look up at him, but he could make out the bloodshot rosiness of your eye-whites and the dried tear-streaks down your face. he kneeled. your knight kneeled in front of you, at the base of your bed and started softly, "you've been crying."
you turned your head to the side, unanswering. daichi continued, looking up at you, "his royal majesty told me to come persuade you. since we have been such close companions all our lives, he believes you'd listen to me."
you scoffed, "he believes wrong."
"princess..." he tried again, despite his lips wobbling at the prospect of what he was suggesting. "you... you must consider the suitors. you are of age now."
you finally looked at him, and in your eyes, he saw it — the ache of betrayal. your eyes glossed over, "you too, daichi? you are- hic- you too are going to tell me to get married?"
of course, it felt like daichi was engraving something sinister in his very heart but he nodded, remembering his duty, his station. his love couldn't make you his. so, he nodded. "you must."
"why?" your voice broke, "i-i do not love any of them."
"you'd grow to love them." he hated himself for saying that. oh, he loathed himself.
"i wouldn't!" tears fell down your cheeks and daichi's fingers twitched. oh, how he just wanted to jump forward and wipe those wretched tears off of your face. oh, how he could hold you in his arms and beg you to never fall in love with any of them. oh, how he longed to be the man you loved instead. but all those fantasies were just that — fantasies. you looked down to your lap as your tears fell in a steady pitter-patter, "i would never... fall in love with them, daichi."
what was daichi to do, now? he — as your bodyguard, as sire sawamura, should tell you to cease your crying and comply. but as your daichi, he couldn't bear to hurt you.
he rose slowly, "i understand. i will tell your father i was unable to persuade you."
he began to turn and felt your nimble fingers wrap around his wrist. he looked back, startled, "princess...?"
you looked up at him, teary-eyed and flushed. your libs wobbled as you came to stand up. you inched closer to him and your fingers still held his flesh at his wrist. you whispered, "help me run away, daichi."
daichi's eyes widened, his lips falling agape, "w-what?"
"please..." your words broke, "please. i do not wish to marry any of them."
it took all in daichi to not immediately agree. no, he had to be rational. he had to act like your protector, not like a boy in love. he replied, plain and simple. "they'd find you."
"no, they would not." you begged, "come with me. let's run away. to-to some faraway land, where nobody knows us."
daichi was silenced. his eyes searched yours and for a moment, all he wish to say was: yes. yes! let's run away. let's go somewhere where loving you isn't my greatest sin. but instead, he said, "if they find us, we're dead. dead."
you placed your hand on his cheek, "i would rather be dead with you, than live with them." the warmth from your soft palms sunk into his skin. his eyes fluttered close as you whispered, "you told me you'd protect me, that you'd never leave my side. were all those words a lie?"
his eyes opened to your face closer to his. he admitted, "they... were not."
"then, let's run away. please."
well, who was the knight to deny his princess of what she wanted?
that night, he conspired with his fellow knights — sire sugawara and sire tanaka, both of whom agreed to help him help you run away. by the time the moon hung proud and tall in the sky, you were sitting behind him on his horse. your arms were looped around his waist, your laugh soft and carefree as you felt the palace drawing farther and farther away. you rested your cheek on his back, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent in. for once, you could hold him without the fear of your station plaguing you.
a random inn,
some town, far, far away.
at the counter of the inn, daichi sawamura — stuttering and five shades redder — had declared himself as your husband and you as his lawfully wedded wife, for who would allow for two unmarried youngsters in their inn?
now, daichi rested your luggage on the ground of your assigned room. it was set methodically near the entrance, in case you both had to grab it and run in the middle of the night. you looked around, wincing at how small the room really was. daichi seemed to catch onto your grievances. he apologized, "sorry, we have limited funds. this will have to do for now." you swiveled your head to him. he lingered near the door. "you should take the bed, princess. i will take the floor."
you shook your head, "no."
his brows furrowed, "if you wish for me to take another room, i shall—"
"no." you shook your head again, walking to him. "i mean... don't call me princess anymore, daichi. i am not that." the closer your came to him, the deeper his breaths became. you stood toe-to-toe with him, standing so close that your chest brushed against his. you blinked up at him, "and you are no longer my knight. we are far away from that wretched palace."
he swallowed, "what do you mean, prin-" he winced, "sorry."
you smiled, "what i mean is..." your breath faltered, a sheepish look crossing your eyes, "kiss me."
you half-expected daichi to shake his head and tell you to take the bed and go to sleep, but instead, one of his broad hands wrapped around your waist and another around your nape. he pulled you in and crashed his lips to yours. your eyes widened as the way he manhandled your body and slotted his lips against yours. his tongue licked your parted lips and delved inside. you moaned into the feeling of him, "mmph— god."
his broad hand kneaded your waist, as his lips marked you as his own. he was messy — tongue, teeth, spit. and when he pulled back, both of your lips glistened with a forbidden sheen. your heavy-lidded eyes met his similar ones and you found yourself tugging him by the wrist to the bed. he followed you without any rebellion, falling a slave to your whims and wishes like he had all his life.
settling down on the lousy, thin mattress with haste, you straddled him. for a second, the tension faded. it was just you and him, and him and you, and you and him. it was just you two. it had always been just you two.
his fingers moved through your hair, his eyes locked in against yours. under you, he was flushed and low-lidded. his breath stuttered, lips parting open to whisper, "you're beautiful."
you giggled as you leaned down to kiss him again. instantly, the soft moment turned into something more carnal. you fisted the cropped hair at the base of his neck. he sighed against your lips as you tugged at him. his own arms tightened against your waist as the kiss deepened.
"mmph hah—" you gasped as one of his palms bunched at your dress and and pulled it upwards till it bunched at your hips and left your skin bare in front of him. his lips parted from yours. eyes meets yours, slowly, he trailed his index up and down your skin. you jolted at the foreign touch, a shy whimper falling past your lips.
daichi gave you a small smile, his finger never halting, "what do you wish to do?"
you voiced your desires, "f-fuck me."
daichi's eyes widened at your request, then immediately he grinned — unabashed and free, "my, such crude words, princess."
you rolled your eyes, "do you wish to make love to me or no—?"
he stopped your words with a hasty roll of his pelvis under yours. your breath stuttered as he did the motion again. you found yourself rocking to his rhythm, moving your lower body up and down, glissading your fabric-clad cunt over his clothed erection. he groaned under you, eyes futtering shut. you did much the same. this chaste dance lasted only so long, however.
daichi wrapped his arm around your waist and hoisted you upwards. you looked at him, confused. he quickly turned you around. your back hit the mattress. you blinked up at him as he hovered over you. he didn't give you much time to think, though.
pulling back from you, the man worked quick to take off his shirt. as the fabric was pulled off of his body, his ripped body came into view. the careful muscles in his back and arms, the rippling biceps. clearly, the years of intensive training had come to be of help. you gawked at him, unwilling to take your eyes over the perfectly defined muscles.
daichi's cheeks flushed, eyes darting to the bed as he mumbled, "s-something wrong, princess?"
you giggled, shaking your head rather quickly. you bit down your bottom lip, "all those years of combat have paid off, it seems."
his ears tinged red, a nervous laugh right on his lips. he distracted himself by drawing closer to you again. a quick peck against your lips soon turned into feather-soft kisses down your jaw and throat. you made such pretty noises, all breathy and soft. daichi traveled down your body until he was nestled in between your legs. with practiced ease, he pulled the fabric of your dress upwards and bunched in at your hips. you shied your gaze away from him as your underwear came into his view.
daichi blinked at your apex, unabashed. carefully, scared, he reached out his thumb and pressed down on the growing wet-patch on the flimsy fabric. your back arched at the foreign touch, lips gaping open. daichi noticed your reaction and pressed with more pressure.
"m-move your fingers. in a circle-like motion..." you said, still shy and red from the feeling of your promised knight — who once refused to even kiss you — tease your heat so, so lewdly. focusing on the gentle throbs of your nub and your stuttered breath.
daichi followed your words like they were his holy grail. soon, his fingers used the flimsy fabric to rub 8-figures on your throbbing nub. the muscles in your thighs tensed. daichi looked up at you, "have you done this before? touched yourself...?"
you nodded, curt, "haven't you?"
"i have, but then again i am just a mere commoner. i didn't know princesses found themselves entangled in such..." daichi brought his other hand upwards, pulling at the strap of your dress to let it fall. the fabric cascaded down your skin and exposed the curves of your breast. the bare air teased your nipples taut. your breath slowed as he quickened his fingers. "compromising situations."
you raised an eyebrow, "for just a mere commoner, you sure are in the same bed as me."
"it seems i am." daichi grinned, smug. his nimble fingers pulled the flimsy fabric to the side. the cool, night air kissed your exposed cunt. you whined as his fingers made contact with your flesh. his gaze fixated on your heat — your fluttering, shy hole and enticing clit. "you're... wet."
"i'm aroused." you corrected.
daichi laid in between your thighs, quickly bringing his lips to your cunt. before you could protest, before you could ready yourself for the prospect of your knight burying his face into your heat, he was already lapping at your sex with such vigor.
his eyes met yours, tongue moving up and down in long, fat stripes. you tightened your thighs around his face, head falling back into the thin pillows at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue inside your hole — teasing, probing.
his lips latched around your clit, his fingers coming to circle your entrance. he waited a beat, and you nodded, urging him to do what he should do next. you had read about all of these in those forbidden books. daichi slipped one of his thick fingers in, and then another. your jaw hung open, soundless screams echoing through your body. he began moving his fingers in a pace that complimented the rhythm of his tongue.
one of your hands fisted the sheets, other his hair, "d-daichi."
he hummed around you, his eyes shutting in the ecstasy of your taste on his tongue. in your sex-crazed state, you noticed the soft drivels of his hips rutting into the sheets underneath. he moaned around your sex, the sound of it reverberating to your spine and forcing an orgasm out of you.
your toes curled, eyes rolled back and lips fell open, "i- gosh-!"
your apex stuttered around him, trying to tear apart from his lecherous, devil-like mouth. your knight wrapped his muscled arms around your thighs tighter and kissed your sloppy cunt harder as his ruts grew more needy. your walls clenched around his digits, clamping tight around him till it became hard for him to move them. your essence dribbled out of your cunt, travelling down his hand as you finally rode out of the waves of your orgasm.
you expected sire sawamura to pull up, for him to take off his pants and do as men and women do when they are in love. instead, daichi moved his fingers yet again. you whined, "'s sensitive—!"
daichi let go of your swollen, red clit with a pop. worry overwrote his hazed expression, "does it hurt?"
well, yes. but in a good way. so, you shook your head, "n-no."
"then, let me." with that, the man buried himself into yourself again. no foolish arguments could now stop the man. not until you were orgasming into his mouth again. he drank down your fluids like water, licked up your slit with a ravenous need, and kissed your sensitive bud like it was all but a human need.
after three round of you screaming god's name, daichi finally parted from your pussy — though, rather woefully. he hovered over you and kissed you again, driving his knee against your open cunt for good measure. once your sanity came back to your frayed body, you looked up and him and confessed, "should i not repay your kindness, sire?"
daichi's ears tinged red again, he looked away from you — somewhat embarrassed. your eyes fell to his crotch, where the fabric of his pants were wet now. before you could ask, he confessed, "i- i came undone."
"while..." your eyes widened, "while you were between my thighs?"
he nodded, too embarrassed to utter such pathetic words out loud. though, his eyes met yours and he smiled, "well, i am to serve you. am i not?"
you smiled back, "not anymore. you're not my knight, sire." you met his lips with yours, "you're my husband, it seems."
he grinned against you, "it seems, indeed."
your hand flew to pants, tugging them downwards, "well, then. we shall do what husbands and wives do."
he nodded, solemn, "we must, indeed."
you giggled, tugging the fabric down. needless to say, the night was long and next morning, daichi received a fair complaint from the inn owner about the lack of sleep he got last night because of you and him. all daichi could do was nod and promise not to do it again. he broke the promise the very next night.
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age: 21
a far, far away kingdom.
you carefully filled the bucket full of clear water from the shallow river stream. it would take you another fifteen minutes to walk back to your cottage, where no doubt your husband would be cutting the tree branches into careful wooden blocks.
you and daichi had made a life for yourself — a small cottage nearby a stream in a far, far land. he cut trees and sold them in the nearby market, you took interest in botany and made medicinal concoctions in your free time. it was good. it was enough. no amount of gilded thrones and silken dresses could have made you half as happy as this life did.
you gently traced the path you always took, walking back to the hut. as it came into view, you expected the regular view — daichi smiling big as he waited for you. he would be standing with an axe in his hand, standing in front of his table as he chopped wood. instead, you saw... guards. guards in recognizable uniforms. guards from your kingdom.
your eyes widened, the bucket of water slipping from your hands and falling to the soft earth. you ran. your feet struck the forested path as you ran towards your home. daichi. daichi was alone.
your heart hammered in your chest, blood roaring in your ears. your ran, and ran, and ran till the sinews of your legs burned. when you reached your cottage, your voice was hoarse, worn. "DAICHI!"
"there you are, princess." the head guard turned to you with a fake, candied smile. "we have been looking for you for a very, very long time."
there were a pack of ten guards there, all looking at you. but you didn't care. what happened to you didn't matter. instead, you searched for your husband. your frenzied gaze fell to the ground and there you saw sire daichi sawamura — your knight, your protector, your husband — with a growing pool of blood under him. the blood soaked his shirt — the same shirt you had sewed for him. you fell to your knees, crawling to him. mud clung onto your mortal body as you clawed your way to him.
"d-daichi." immediately, you were cradling his body in your lap, uncaring for when the blood tainted your skin and dress. his face was pale, eyes half-shut as he looked up at you. tears welled up in your eyes, lips croaking out syllables that no longer sounded human.
with the least of his energy left, he gave you a smile. bile rose to your throat. you shook your head feverishly, as if that will undo what has happened, "no. no. no. daichi- daichi. please."
he croaked, "p-princess..." and then his body fell limp.
"NO—!" a scream tore through your larynx, you pressed the man to your chest and sobbed, "NO. NO. DAICHI. C-COME BACK."
your husband stayed mute. unresponsive. you sobbed harder, till your tears fell onto his face and you had uttered every iteration of his name into the cursed air.
"take her." you heard the head guard say. foreign, stronger arms came to wrap around your shoulders. you kicked, and cried, and thrashed but it was all futile. so futile. the guards dragged you away from his body, from your daichi's body. screams ripped out of you at the distance, at his lifeless corpse. your daichi — with soulless eyes and agape lips. your daichi — who in his last moments could only call you by your station and prove that he was your servant, forever and evermore.
the head guard ordered around his subordinates, "take the princess. take this man's body too. the king would need proof of his death."
"LET GO OF ME. L-LET ME— DAICHI!" you screamed and cried and thrashed, and repeated the same cycle until the guards knocked you out. next you knew, you were at the palace. they put you in beautiful gowns and extensive makeup, enough to hide your sunken eye sockets and paling face. a gala was to be held — to celebrate your return, and to celebrate the death of the man that had kidnapped you for three long years. sire sawamura became a traitor on the tainted sheets of history — the man who were to protect you, but instead stole you away. sire sawamura — who was a liar. well... he was a liar. wasn't he? he said he'd protect you but he was nowhere to be found now. nowhere to be found in this wretched world.
ah, sire sawamura was indeed a simple man. he knew of his station, of his duty, and of his standing in the royal court. he was allowed to look at you, but never to even dream of you.
sire sawamura was a simple man. he was your personal knight — the one that was to stand by your side, the one that was to protect you, the one that was to always be with you but never ever have you.
but sire sawamura did something that was forbidden, and now there was nothing else to be said.
a.n: NOT PRROFREAD. this might be one of my favs that i've ever written. daichi is SO underappreciated and i know there's like barely 15 people who give a fuck about him so it makes no sense to write such an intensive story but listen, here's the thing, I DON'T CARE. DAICHI SAWAMURA I AM ALWAYS GONNA BE YOUR NUMBER 1. also sorry for the angst :)
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link to another daichi fic: under the influence!
your husband thinks he knows you pretty well by now; the only grey zone was the first day of your period. somehow, you always managed to surprise him with something then.
now, as you’re lying in bed, curled up under the duvet and groaning as the pain rolls through you in unpleasant waves, your husband is tiptoeing around you and making sure you have everything you need.
until…
“you did this to me,” you mumbled, catching him off guard in the way you glared at him.
his jaw dropped, and he considered the pros and cons of just agreeing and taking the blame if that made you feel better. “I see…”
“if you got me pregnant, I wouldn’t have my period.”
his lips were now entirely pursed, a small squeak sounding from his throat. he sure would love to get you pregnant, but you both agreed to wait another year.
instead of speaking his thoughts, he came over to your side and stroked your arm comfortingly, urging you to relax so you could sleep it off. “I know, honey. how about I order your favourite pizza for dinner later?”
it might sound like he was talking to a child, but it worked as you scrunched your face up in pain and nodded at the suggestion. “you’re so good to me.”
he lifted his palms and shoulders, thinking to himself hell yes I am. “it’s easy when it’s you, my love.”
it is not. he loves you, but you're going to cause him a heart attack.
Ex-husband Daichi, even after the divorce keeps in touch with you. Maintaining a respectable connection with you. But in all honesty he just misses you and wants to make sure you're doing alright. He would never overstep any boundaries considering he's not your husband anymore.
He'll call you on weekends and just catch up with you on daily life. He'd be a bit hesitant at first, not knowing if it was his place to do so, but he'll ask you to have coffee or lunch with him at a cafe if you're comfortable with it.
Daichi still keeps a picture of you in his wallet. At work, if something is weighing him down or he's just sitting idly, he'll take the picture out and just reminisces the time you had together. The divorce wasn't easy on either of you and he mostly blames himself for how it all ended. He wished it all ended differently. You were always going to be a part of him.
He still wasn't used to life without you. From dating you in his highschool days to getting married after graduation, you were always in his mind. And now that very thought of you haunted him. There were still parts of you around the house. Your favorite mug which you forgot to take with you, the little plant that you bought after moving in together, the matching pairs of keychain to the house, yours still dangling beside his. He never moved those, not even an inch. And takes care of the plant as best as he can.
Daichi would be at your beck and call at any time of the day. Once you called him at 3 in the morning because you were scared and couldn't fall asleep and he was with you on the phone until you eventually fell asleep at 4 and he quietly hung up. Showed up with bags under his eyes at work the next day. But with a tired smile on his face, satisfied with himself. He was glad you still called him whenever you needed, that you still trusted him enough for that.
From that day if there was a thunderstorm or heavy rain at night, he'll give you a call to ask if you're okay and is willing to stay with you on call. He knows nights like these scare you. Reminds him of the nights he'd hold you close to him and make you feel safe.
Ex-husband Daichi is still a gentleman. Follows the sidewalk rule and will always have a hand behind your back at crowded places. If he sees you carrying heavy groceries by yourself, he will take all of them from you even the lighter ones. Once saw your shoes came undone and got down and tied them. Always puts his coat over you when it gets chilly.
“Here.” He puts his oversized coat over your shoulders and adjusts your scarf. “You'll catch a cold otherwise,” he says, voice above a whisper. “You always make me feel warm, Daichi.” You say standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. Heat rose in his cheeks making his face flushed.
Daichi as an ex-husband is someone whom you can never hate. He's the ex partner that when brought up on conversations you mention how sweet he is despite the separation from him, a hesitation in denying when someone asks if you still love him. and realize yourself when people somewhat point it out that, maybe there's still some love left between you, a flicker of hope still left.
-Thanks to my cousin for this idea, who said that I still might not have moved on from Daichi.
