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tanadai is my fav haikyuu!! couple and i want to contribute spreading the love for them
Linger
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2A0j7Sj
by Skylark
"You said you wanted to touch," Daichi murmurs.
Words: 410, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 10 of SASO 2017
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Sawamura Daichi
Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Additional Tags: Mild Sexual Content, Body Worship, Established Relationship
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2A0j7Sj
trick or treat DaiTana
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)
Treat
Ryuunosuke wiped the sweat from his brow with a satisfied sigh. His muscles ached with a long afternoon of physical labor, and now he was almost done. All that was left was to bag up this pile of leaves and leave it with the rest of the trash for pickup.
He was just picking up the rake again when the front door opened. Ryuunosuke turned to smile at Daichi, only to stop dead. Daichi wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the pile of leaves with a smile on his face.
“Daichi,” Ryuunosuke pleaded. “Daichi I just finished raking them up.”
His pleas went unheeded as Daichi took off running. There was nothing Ryuunosuke could do but throw himself out of the way as Daichi launched himself into the pile. Leaves flew in every direction, ruining all of Ryuunosuke’s hard work. He let the rake fall to the ground in despair.
“Oh, lighten up,” laughed Daichi. “It’s just a bit of fun.”
“For you!” Ryuunosuke cried, but even he was having a hard time keeping the smile off his face at the happiness on Daichi’s. “I hope you’re going to help clean all this up.”
“I will,” Daichi promised, getting to his knees. He held his hands out and despite himself, Ryuunosuke gave him his. Daichi grinned and tugged, hard, and Ryuunosuke went down.
“That’s it!” Ryuunosuke laughed, grabbing a fistful of leaves and shoving them in Daichi’s face. “You’re raking the yard by yourself next time.”
“No, have mercy,” cried Daichi, falling onto his back. Ryuunosuke pelted him with leaves until he was laughing too hard to remain upright. He collapsed onto Daichi’s chest with a happy little sigh, looking up at the clear blue sky above them.
Trick or treat - DaiTana
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
“There is,” Daichi explains, “a saying about playing with fire.”
Ryuu looks over at him and Daichi suppresses a shiver; Ryuu’s still as death except for the way his fingers won’t stop moving. Restlessly playing with the spines of the books on the library shelves, tapping out a rhythm on the dusty wood, twitching with badly contained energy even when he splays them flat on an empty shelf.
“Oh?” asks Ryuu faintly, eyes glazed and pointed past Daichi’s shoulder towards the window.
“Yeah. It’s a dangerous thing. It’s all about taking foolish risks and the unpredictability of fire. The flames coming to life and having minds of their own. Never being able to fully handle it, only contain it and reduce the collateral damage of it.” Ryuu tilts his head, eyes still distant. “But,” he waits for Ryuu’s eyes to flicker to him and focus before he continues. “The truly dangerous thing isn’t playing with fire. It’s playing with time. You always know to expected the unexpected when you play with something known to be unpredictable. But what happens when you take something as strict and predictable and reliable as time and break it?”
Ryuu’s whole body spasms and he eyes the fog pressing in against the windows warily.
“What happens when you dip your fingers into the sands of time and bring them back with a few grains stuck to them?”
They can hear the unusual tick-tock-tack of the grandfather clock on the first floor echoing through the empty house.
“What happens when everything you know and trust about the passing of time, about the reliability of death and life and the steady tick tick ticking of the clock starts to run wild?”
Daichi draws his fingers along the window, fog chasing after his fingertips like ghostly waves in a puddle of water, and Ryuu drops his gaze to the empty bookshelf. His hand drops away and he stares at the clean spot in the dust, proof he was here. Proof he was, well, if not alive that he was at least still something.
“What happens,” Daichi asks softly, voice distant, “when you stop listening to all the people who tell you that you can’t and you shouldn’t and it’s just not right? When you start toeing the line between black and white and night and day and life and death and past and present and future and smudging it all into greys and what ifs and why nots?” Daichi taps his fingers against the glass and Ryuu shudders at the hollow sound that echoes through the room. “What do you really get then?”
“Me,” Asahi says from the doorway. Ryuu’s nerves go haywire and he twitches, bones skittering in his skin jarringly as he twists to look over his shoulder. The fog presses at the windows, a pulsing heartbeat of greys. Shadows playfully war with the light around the room, darkness a frightening blanket calming his lightning-struck nerves. Yuu skirts past Asahi and hops onto the table in the middle of room. “Us.”
“You get more time,” says Ryuu, voice like rusted gears churning back to life for the first time since he jolted back into being on that table high in the attic.
I’ve got blood on my hands and you’re all out of timein a city of stories can you spot the lieif I spin you a tale will you cross the linewill you follow it blindly or will you turn the tidesfingers dripping in starlight, in darkness, in prideyour blood’s on my hands and we’re playing with time
“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.” DaiTana
Thank you for the prompt!! This one came easier than I thought it would!
Ryuu was startled awake, breaths coming out short and shallow. He had no idea where he was, how long he’d been there, or even when he’d fallen asleep. He was panicked.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Ryuu looked over at Daichi, his vision clearing. As his brain became less and less fuzzy, he took in his surroundings. He’d fallen asleep on the couch after a bad day. Daichi must have just gotten home. He sat up enough for Daichi to sit down, then put his head down on Daichi’s thigh. He closed his eyes. He was breathing evenly again.
“Hey, Dai. Welcome home.” His voice sounded strained. Daichi started gently massaging Ryuu’s scalp. It was relaxing. He took a deep breath, trying to loosen the muscles that had tightened during his impromptu nap.
“Wanna tell me what all the thrashing was about?” Ryuu blinked up at Daichi, confused.
“I was thrashing?”
“Yup, it looked like you were having a nightmare. Wanna talk about it?” Ryuu sighed.
“Not really. I didn’t even realize I was dreaming.” Daichi hummed and kept up with the scalp massage. Ryuu had no idea how long they’d been sitting like that. He must have drifted off again. He felt much more at ease this time around. He nuzzled his face into Daichi’s thigh, making him chuckle.
“I’m gonna get started on dinner. Any requests?”
“How about we forgo dinner in favour of cuddles. The sexy kind.” Ryuu grinned up at Daichi. That spark was back in his eye. Daichi leaned down and kissed him.
“Dinner, sexy cuddles, dishes, then sleep. In that order. Deal?” Ryuu nearly jumped off the couch in an effort to get to the kitchen.
“Deal!” He shouted over his shoulder and wiggled his hips. Daichi was going to have to show him exactly what kind of wiggling he’d make those hips do.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Written (belatedly) for the last prompt of Daichi Rarepair Week 2017.
Warnings: Major Character Death, Blood, Violence
Relationship: Sawamura Daichi/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
“But he’s here,” Tanaka blurted out, “all the time.” Embarrassment flushed his face, but he needed to say it, and he rubbed the mermaid on his forearm for strength, as he had done his whole life... “He’s out there, I know, dead, but he’s here, too, like maybe a mermaid or something,” he muttered unintelligibly. “But I hear him, and see him and smell him, and it’s like he’s trying to get to me.”
Nishinoya just listened, so Tanaka kept rambling, addicted to the release of finally letting it all out.
“You know the stories we heard as kids, right? About how people who loved the ocean would die and come back as mermaids? Right? Pirates and navy assholes have seen ‘em, so maybe… Dai-, er, I mean, Captain could?”
“I dunno man,” Nishinoya said warily. “Maybe you should see the doc.”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” - DaiTana
It was not a clean fight. Ryuunosuke knew as soon as the first exchange of blows broke off into circling and sizing-up that there was no way he was walking away without at least a few bruises. He would be lucky if a few bruises were all he would be walking away with.
He would be lucky to walk away at all, really.
A reflection from the streetlight at the end of the alley was all that saved him from finding himself on the end of a switchblade. But it was also his salvation; disarming and turning someone’s weapon on them was something Ryuunosuke was very good at. He ended the fight and sent the thugs who’d attacked him running. He kept the switchblade.
Daichi was already home when he arrived, but Kuroo’s shoes were missing. Ryuunosuke sighed and stepped into the living room.
“I’m home,” he called. Daichi appeared from the kitchen with a smile on his face.
“Welcome ho- what the hell happened?” The smile dropped like it had never existed and Ryuunosuke chuckled without humor.
“Same as always,” he said, waving a hand. “Someone recognized my face and decided to take out their shit with my dad on me.”
“Ryuu, I-”
“It’s okay, Dai,” Ryuunosuke interrupted. “I’m just a little scuffed up.” Daichi narrowed his eyes as though he didn’t quite believe Ryuunosuke, which was probably fair. He sat on the couch, and Ryuunosuke sighed and sat across from him, dropping his feet into Daichi’s lap. “I’m fine,” he insisted.
“Maybe we should leave,” Daichi said softly.
“Whatdya mean?”
“Maybe we should move,” Daichi explained. “Go somewhere where your dad’s just a name in a news story, where people might not make the connection between you two and try to get revenge.”
Ryuunosuke watched Daichi through slitted, exhausted eyes. There was a tired slump to Daichi’s shoulders, one that Ryuunosuke knew he had put there. He bit back a sigh.
“I’ll start packing my things in the morning,” he said. “I can be out of your hair in a week.”
“Out of my- Ryuu, what are you talking about?”
“What you just said,” Ryuunosuke answered. “I’ll get out of your life so you don’t end up caught up in this.”
“That is not what I just said.” Daichi’s voice was angry. Ryuunosuke sat up and looked at him, shocked by the ferocity in his gaze. “You are not going anywhere without me.
“But I-” Ryuunosuke shook his head. “Daichi, you and I both know you’re only in danger as long as I’m around you.”
“I don’t care!” Daichi roared. “I get it! I know your dad’s dangerous and the people who hate him are more dangerous, and I don’t care! I’m not leaving you, okay?”
“Why the hell not?” Ryuunosuke yelled back.
“Because I love you!” Daichi shouted. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified, and I don’t fucking care!”
“’Bout fucking time,” Kuroo said, shutting the front door. “So where’re we moving?”