#keijish

[sukerokus]

akaashi requested by @keijish

[revasserium]

can i request a hcs for akaashi and what kind of person would he into?

haikyuu requests currently: closed other requests: open 

akaashi  

someone who laughs a lot, even though he tells everyone he prefers the quiet type -- he doesn't really; he likes the way you laugh like it’s easy, like it’s second nature, like you were born to do this; and he’d never tell you, but it’s your laugh that he fell in love with first -- he’d forgotten where he heard it, but he did, and he knew he couldn’t let up the chance to hear it just one more time 

the kind of person who wouldn’t mind just lazing around the house for a day and calling it a date, the kind of person who doesn’t always want to hold hands, but when he does hold your hand, he likes the way you swing your hands between your bodies, likes the way you squeeze his fingers when you talk, like you’re excited just to have him next to you -- he’d squeeze back because he’s excited you’re next to him too 

someone with a cute nose, so he can kiss it whenever he wants 

he likes the way you mumble to yourself when you’re concentrating too hard, though he can never quite tell what you’re saying; he hopes its something stupid and adorable, if only so he can make fun of it later, pull you into his lap and tease you about it till you blush, just so he can kiss it better 

the way you talk with your chopsticks during meals, the two little sticks dancing through the air like extensions of your imagination, painting pictures in the air with the way your voice rises and dips. sometimes he doesn’t even remember what you’re talking about, just that he never wants to stop listening 

the way you smile when he kisses you 

when you scroll through your phone, making random faces at the things you read -- it makes him want to lean over and see what you’re seeing, or maybe he just wants to lean in close enough to kiss you, because really, what could be so interesting that it’s pulling your precious attention away from him? and he’d never admit it, but he’s far needier than he lets on 

the way you can keep up with the best of them at dinner, laughing and joking, puffing out your chest and saying that you might not be able to beat them at volleyball, but you’ll kick every single person’s ass at mario-kart three times over and never apologize for a single thing 

the way you smirk when you do 

when you’re half asleep next to him, peering up at him from between shuttered lashes, with a smile that seems more dream than reality, and tell him -- hey, i think i really, really love you. he’d lean down to kiss you, slow and soft, till you’re smiling properly and whisper yeah, i think i really really love you too. 

[hq-vbc]

happy 2k ariiii !! (๑･̑◡･̑๑) i really love akaashi sooo what does that say about me?

this sounds so repetitive by now but akaashi fans also seek a dominant person in their life because they never had one or more like a person who can give them clear constructions!! they are the ones who always lead others even tho they don’t know what they are actually doing

there’s also the possibility that you have a lot of common things with akaashi like keeping things to yourself, looking out for others, acting like you know what you do but actually just struggle like everyone else yet no one notices

( @raevaioli )

[todorokih]

hello, can i request a gfx for akaashi keiji in haikyuu?

hi, here you go :)

[revasserium]

bewildered madness with keiji

send me a number and a character, and i’ll write you a drabblerequests are currently: closed 

155. bewildered madness akaashi ; 1,921 words

a/n: in which akaashi is prince hans, and you are the snow queen ( aka the disneyxhaikyuu that no one asked for ) ; also my submission for hqcreation’s monthly prompt sweater weather 

he only catches a glimpse of you, through the cover of trees, the forest frozen around you by the unnatural permafrost -- the moonlight above shattering the quiet darkness below, splintering into glimmering shards of light, refracting off the snow-covered earth. 

he sighs. 

but there are things he must do, for the sake of his future — for the kingdom that is yet to be his. 

he hears you before he sees you, the melody haunting as his childhood dreams, crushed beneath the feet of those with the simple advantage of an earlier birth; he’d always thought that custom ludicrous and dated. he was ever bit the man (and more) than his older brothers — why shouldn’t he have a chance at the crown? 

he shivers, and sighs, and pulls his thick cloak ever tighter around his shoulders and thinks that no matter how beautiful your voice might sound, you’re still the key to a kingdom that might one day be his. and for that, he’s willing to do anything. 

“i don’t want to hurt you.” 

the first words he says to you. 

“i’m not who should be worried about getting hurt.” 

your first words to him. 

“fair, fair —” he laughs, an unexpected sound, a strange, warm thing that blossoms from him. 

and for a second, you almost believe he’s sincere. 

“what i mean is, i mean you no harm, physically or otherwise — i simply with to…” 

you raise an eyebrow, drawing yourself up, your dress woven of silver and broken dreams heavy around your shoulders, even if the material feels weightless. 

“talk?” you offer. 

akaashi grins, sheepishly. 

“in a sense.” 

you cast him an unaffected sort of glance. 

“you wish to ask for my sister’s hand in marriage. i declined. what else is there to talk about?” 

he licks his lips, taking a moment to square his shoulders. 

“then i should be so daring as to ask for your hand instead.” 

a chill runs down your spine. 

“what?” 

akaashi lowers himself to one knee, bending his head, a hand outstretched. 

“you want to marry me.” 

he lifts his head to look up at you, and there’s something so broken, so strange yet familiar in his gaze that you find yourself taking half a step forward, and then a full one. 

it takes you a moment to realize that it’s loneliness — 

a thing that’s kept you company your whole life, and in doing so, isolating you from everyone else. not by choice, perhaps, but maybe — you swallow and think — maybe be design. 

you lick your lips. 

“you know, if you’re after the kingdom, this is a terrible way to get to it.” 

akaashi remains kneeling. 

“i don’t think so.” 

you scoff. 

“by fleeing arendelle, i am forfeiting my right to the throne — my sister will be queen, and —” 

“but you are the queen by birthright, arenelle runs in your blood — she will always be yours, so long as you have the courage to take it.” 

“and if i don’t… have that courage, i mean.” 

akaashi smiles, a sweet, soft, gentle thing, as he lifts himself up from his knees and takes a step towards you. 

and perhaps there’s still an entire ocean of loss and hurt between the pair of you, but for a moment, just a moment, you allow yourself to fall into the possibility — the thought of marrying, of being queen, of living a normal life.

maybe, maybe, you’d even be happy. 

“then i shall wait with you here until you do.” 

it’s such a strange sentiment, to be offered company in loneliness. and you’ve been alone for so long, willfully or not, that there’d seemed no other option. and yet here he was, this prince from some faraway southern isle, offering you — not love, but companionship, in a way that isn’t burdened with familial relationship. 

“and… if i hurt you?” 

he opens his palms, and slowly, ever so slowly, takes off his gloves. 

“then i shall let you.” 

that night, he tells you about his childhood, of growing up with so many brothers his own parents couldn’t remember if everyone’s eaten. of dreaming of one day having some place to call his own, of scheming of a way to get there. 

“you know, you shouldn’t be telling me this. especially if you’re trying to steal my kingdom.” 

akaashi slates you a look. 

“steal it? no, no — i just want to belong to it.” 

(oh.) 

“oh.”

you look down at your hands, the instruments through which your powers flow. and a part of you, the deepest, darkest part of you, whispers that you understand. 

such a strange thing — the wish for belonging — so simple to say, and so thoughtless to people who have it, but to those who don’t.

“it’s like… moving mountains or shifting seas,” you say. 

akaashi’s smile is a dancing shadow on the planes of his face, and for the first time, you take the chance to really look at him, sitting cross-legged on the floor of this ice castle, built from spirit and resignation and years of pent-up loneliness — 

and you think that he’s quite handsome like this, all dark hair and bright, intelligent eyes. 

“both of which, need i remind you, my queen, you are capable of.” 

you bite your lip. 

he inches closer. 

“and you’ve been capable of it since long before you knew.” 

you smile. 

“it’s a curse.” 

he chuckles. 

“it’s a gift.” 

you give him a flat-lined look and he shrugs. 

“call it what you will, but it’s power. and where i come from, that’s worth something.” 

you curl your fingers into your palms and wrap your arms around your knees, bringing them into your chest. 

“are you cold?” 

you laugh, even as he removes his jacket. 

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but cold is kinda my thing,” you say, gesturing at the palace around the pair of you. 

akaashi shuffles closer on his knees, and then drapes his thick cloak over your shoulders. 

“i know, but… you still seemed… cold to me. there, better?” 

he shifts back to admire his handiwork, the thick woolen cloak now fastened tightly over your dress. 

you flush, for the first time, feeling heat creep up your cheeks as he sits back down across from you, closer than before. 

and then, a moment later. 

“you really think i could do it?” 

“do what?” 

“be the queen… learn to control — ” you wave a hand around the cavernous hall of the ice palace, “all this.” 

akaashi smiles. 

“yes. i know you can.” 

you peer at him. 

“how do you know?” 

“because i’ve seen greed up close — i’ve felt it in my heart, and for the longest time, i thought that was what drove me. but then… seeing you, witnessing your power for the first time — it was… humbling. and, i guess i just never thought i could feel that kind of awe, that kind of…” he blushes, the color tinting his already pale cheeks the color of a winter sunrise. 

“... wonder.” 

you feel yourself warming, from somewhere deep in the depths of your belly. like all those mornings when papa would make hot cocoa and momma would tell you and your sister stories of the creatures that lived in the woods — friendly creatures, some, and others, not so friendly. 

“but momma, why are some creatures not friendly?” you’d asked, once upon a winter’s morn. 

and she’s laughed and booped your nose and tugged a spoon handle out of your sister’s mouth with the patience only a mother could muster. 

“because, my darling girl, sometimes what’s good for you, isn’t always good for others. and so those creatures, the not so friendly ones, might not mean you any harm — it’s just that what’s good for them, be the exact opposite of what’s good for you.” 

you’d frowned, leaning into the warmth of your mother’s embrace as she rocked you over her lap. 

“what do you do then?” 

momma had let out a small sigh, and brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. 

“you try to understand them… and, you try to forgive.” 

akaashi reaches out to sweep a strand of hair from your cheek and you almost flinch back, but something inside you holds you to the spot. 

here are two creatures, you think, towards whom the rest of the world is unfriendly. 

not because it wants to hurt you, but simply because… 

“... what’s good for the world, isn’t necessarily good… for us…” 

“hm?” akaashi’s head lilts to one side, and for a second, you can see the boy in him, the boy that had been forced to grow up faster than his age because of his brothers, his father — everyone who’d ever told him no. you see the boy that had just wanted a place to belong to, to call his own. 

you offer him a smile, one that’s true and honest and just a little broken. 

“nothing… just remembering an old story my mom used to tell me and my sister.” 

“tell me,” he says. 

you lick your lips, you think of all the reasons you shouldn’t trust this prince, this prince who makes no effort in concealing his motives in coming to find you, who asked for your hand in marriage simply because he wants to be king — but who also offered you his coat, and is sitting with you in this frozen palace, listening to your stories. 

and this is the thing about falling in love — it comes from the unlikeliest of places. its springs from rocks and trees, from the budding leaves of spring, the dazzling blooms of summer, from the afire-trees of autumn, and sometimes — especially — from the frosted mornings of winter. 

it’s kind of madness, you decide, some time later, with akaashi’s hand in wrapped around your own, trying to find steadiness in the way your heart is hammering inside your chest — love is. it’s a madness from which some people never recover, but what beautiful madness it is, to be in love — to love and be loved back, and to know it. 

“do you love me?” you’d asked, one of those many frigid nights the pair of you had spent in that castle hidden in the mountains, dancing and singing, and sharing stories. 

akaashi had smiled, pressed his forehead to yours and said, “no, but i think i’m learning to.” 

and you’d laughed and said, “me too.” 

because if he’d said yes, you’d have known he was lying, and you prefer it this way anyways. 

honesty, always. between the pair of you. 

“why me?” you’d asked another night. 

and he’d said, without a single thread of doubt in his voice, “because you.” 

and that, you’d decided was all there is to that. 

now however, standing at the precipice of what you knew would be the rest of your life, looking down over the kingdom that has always been yours, you feel a coldness spreading through you. 

you shiver, and akaashi reaches out to wrap his arms around your shoulders. 

“cold?” he asks. 

you grin, “a bit.” 

he reaches out to tighten the cloak around your shoulders — his cloak. 

“there, better?” 

you laugh, nodding. 

“sure is.” 

you take a deep breath; he takes your hand. 

“do you love me?” you ask. 

akaashi nods, “yes.” 

he squeezes your hand, and you feel the warmth in your stomach blossom into something so very much like spring. 

“let’s go home,” you say. 

akaashi smiles, and it’s a beautiful thing. 

“yeah, let’s go… home.”

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[revasserium]

astronomy and akaashi?

astronomy.akaashi 

andromeda. you ask him if he knows about the story of the girl who was offered up as punishment for a mistake she never made; he ask you what happens next. you tell him she’s rescued by a prince, who whisks her away and makes her his queen. he looks at you for a moment before saying, maybe she would’ve liked it better with the sea monster, because at least then, she’d be free. 

pluto. it comes up on your third date. he tells you he still considers it a planet. you tell him that he’s passed the test, and that now, he can officially become your boyfriend. 

binary stars. “maybe that’s what soulmates are, people who are made of the stuff of two twin stars, and the magnetism is so strong that they end up finding each other again, a whole universe away, and fall in love,” you say, tracing abstract figures into his arm. he turns his head to look at you, his expression neutral, and then, “well, what do you think our galaxy was like? i hope it was at least pretty chill.” you blink at him for a few second before laughing, “and how do you know that we’re meant to be like that?” he shrugs, “isn’t that what being soulmates means? meeting for the first time and just kind of being like, oh, yeah – i’ve been looking for you.” 

cepheus. sometimes, you kiss him, and it feels like kissing a stranger; other times, you kiss him, and it feels like kissing someone who has still yet to remember what love can taste like on the lips, like someone who is terrified of falling in love, purely for the fear of falling. sometimes, kissing him feels like trying to convince him to jump off a cliff with no parachute, trying to reassure him that the ocean has soft arms, even though you can both see the jagged rocks jutting just above the waves. 

[revasserium]

can I request 15 with akaashi? i discovered ur blog just now & im instantly hooked 😳👌🏻

send me a number and a character, and i’ll write you a drabble

thank you my love! i hope you enjoy <3 

15. post-impressionist paintersakaashi 

the painting hangs the entire width of the wall, a veritable explosion of color and form, the paint so thick it rises off the canvas, the texture now part of the painting itself, shimmering beneath the museum’s carefully curated lights. 

“crazy, isn’t it?” 

you jump, jerking out of your reverie to look around you, your eyes landing on the boy beside you, dark hair and sharp eyes, his mouth pressing into a thin, inquisitive line as he looks over the painting. 

“at the time, yeah,” you say, a small smile spreading your lips as you look back. 

“at the time? isn’t it still a little insane?” 

you hum, eyes flickering over the various details -- the brilliant use of color, the twisting shapes, each melding into the other until they form the illusion of movement. you wonder briefly what it’d be like to see the world like this, through lenses that rendered everything more vibrant than it could ever be in nature. but then again, nature always has a way of surprising you, when you least expect it. 

“i guess so,” you say, shrugging as you take a few steps back. 

“i think it’s nuts.” 

you grin. 

“beautiful and nuts, hm?” 

he grins too. 

“aren’t all beautiful things a little nuts?” 

you turn to slant him a glance. 

“depends on what you think is beautiful and what you think is nuts.” 

you end up spending the rest of your day wandering the museum with him, pointing at various paintings and sculptures with quips of “pretty, but not beautiful” and “this is just plain nuts” and “i dunno, i’m more confused than anything else” and “i don’t get it but i kinda like that”. 

when he asks you out for coffee after, the pair of you emerging from the museum like coming out of hibernation, your eyes squinting in the afternoon sunlight, the fresh air outside almost otherwordly after the temperature-controlled static of the exhibits, you don’t hesitate to say yes. 

the park is only a few blocks away, and the spring is unfurling across the city just so, the wind just on the other side of chilly, but both of you had brought your coats. you cradle the coffee cups in your hands as you wander through the park, the lush greenery almost blinding against the cornflower sky, and for a moment, you watch as he tips his head back to take a deep breath, his dark hair stark against the brilliantness of day. 

“crazy,” he says, grinning. 

you laugh, nod your head, “and beautiful.” 

“we should paint it, or something.” 

“can you paint?” 

he shakes his head with a lopsided smirk. 

“not at all.” 

so you decide to learn, the pair of you, scrolling through groupon until you find one of those drink and paint classes in some studio loft uptown. you mark your calendar for the following saturday, and when he offers to walk you home (you were only a couple of blocks away), you don’t say no. 

instead, you smile and turn down the pavement, him catching up to you a moment later, his shoulder bumping into yours. neither of you speak, but the day unfurls itself around your shoulders, and by the time you reach your apartment stairs, the sun is setting across the horizon in such intense pinks and oranges you wonder if such color had ever existed before today. 

“see you saturday,” you say. 

he nods, “see you then.” 

so one date morphs into two morphs into four into fifty, then a hundred. a week into weeks, into months, and then years. 

you still visit the museum on the weekends when you’re not attending art lessons, and he comes with you, every single time. 

“this is where we met,” you say, and he nods. 

“yeah, i remember.” 

his fingers curl around yours, his palm pressing warmth into your skin. 

you glance up at the painting, huge and vast and brilliant, kind of like the day had been, laden heavy with possibilities. you wonder what would have happened if you hadn’t decided on a whim to come to the museum that day, if you’d wandered away a bit sooner, let yourself linger a bit longer in another wing. 

you think about all the instances and minute choices that have led you here, to his precise moment, with his hand in yours, and you let out a long breath. 

what a conspiracy of the universe, that brought you here. and when you say it out loud, akaashi laughs, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. when he pulls back, he’s grinning like it’s the first time. 

“crazy, right?” 

you laugh, tugging him down for another kiss. 

“absolutely.” 

he kisses you like it’s a beautiful, beautiful thing. 

and you kiss back, because it really, really is. 

[writeiolite]

omg i am the confused anon and idk if i said it in my ask but north node gemini with akaashi please! if i didn't i'm so sorry ahahahah rip me

nope u guys aren’t soulmates in either a past or a future life ㅠㅠ

Anonymous said: Ehh my north node is in Taurus, do I/would I vibe with Atsumu in the soulmate kinda way?

nope no soulmate chances for a past or future life rip i sorry

@keijish​ said: my north node is in taurus, am i akaashi’s soulmate in the past/future? :>

AYEEEE yes omg ok he’s ur soulmate in ur next life :”)

Anonymous said: leo north node with kuroo? ✨

nope no chances for past/future soulmate ㅠㅠ