#onyxwrites

[onyxinkoni]

The pacific rim au you mentioned piqued my interest, if you'd like to share more... 👀

Hi! ❤ Sorry for taking so long to answer, first time I got an ask and got a little nervous

I don't have much on it yet, because it was an accidental plot bunny I got at work that really grew on me that's far bigger than what I'm comfortable writing yet. But I love it too much to drop it so I made a small note of it on my phone and that's all I got to share:

"Laxus is a drifter piloting Thunder God alongside Bixlow, belonging to the Fairy Tail base lead by his grandfather Makarov. He's currently the only active jeager the base has, with Erza currently looking for a drifting partner and Mira having retired after a mission ending in tragedy.

He's considered the best current jeager/fighter/the strongest pilot/has the most kills/ect. Basically the special snowflake. Is the front face of the whole operation in media, the public figure representing the pilots. Got his face on posters, appears in interviews the whole shebang, super popular and beloved.

Has the fatest crush on Gajeel, no one knows about it and he'll die before he'll ever tell. Of course Bix knows cause of the whole drifting thing and teases him relentlessly. Laxus retaliates by teasing him bout his crush on Freed but Bix doesn't hide it and doesn't mind it getting out so it's far less effective.

Laxus does want to get together with Gajeel, but he has no clue how to flirt to see if he has a chance, he's always been pursued and never the pursuer before so he has no clue what he's doing. Thus far all his attempts have failed and went entirely over Gajeel's head. No amount of special treatment seems to clue him in either.

((Bix does want be a good wingman and tries to help, but man he swears Gajeel is the thickest brick in existence, and if someone drifted with him all they'd see is the machinery he's always tangled in.))

Gajeel is the best mechanic on base by far. He should be bossing others around/be in a leadership role but he's always elbows deep in a jeager instead, only leaving them alone long enough for them to go do their job and kill a kaiju, otherwise always tinkering around one. To the point where he lives off of wending machine food despite having access to a nice cafeteria and most nights doesn't even sleep in his room, it being pretty much abandoned.

Has a big ol' crush on Laxus, but that doesn't make him special, half the damn country has a crush on the world's sweetheart pilot. And he's not stupid, he does notice what could be classified as flirting and Bix's non subtle steering, but he's certain he's just seeing shit and rationalises everything away, ignoring it."

Please excuse any typos, haven't had the chance to transfer it off my phone to do any weeding. I actually really want to do some silly sketches for this too but haven't had the chance yet either

(Also if you would be so kind, I would love to hear more about your racer au too 👀)

[thegoldenonyx]

Minor Details

Another Solangelo!!!! This prompt was given to me by @trashynico and I had a lot of fun writing it! The last Solangelo I posted yesterday has already received so much love, so thank you all so much!!! This story is a tad longer than the last and I hope yall like it!

It was no secret, Nico was a private guy. He kept to himself, keeping his life his own. Ever since the war with Gaea ended, he had been better at letting people in. He found friends in Jason and Piper, he got closer to his sister Hazel and he boyfriend Frank, he was able to put aside the awkwardness between himself, Percy, and Annabeth, and maybe he wouldn’t actually kill Leo the next time he saw him. It wasn’t his relationship with any of them, however, that was the most revolutionary, but rather his relationship with a certain son of Apollo. That really was no secret, since the war it was obvious that the two of them had grown rather close. What was a secret, at least as far as he was concerned, was exactly how close the two of them had become.

Nico didn’t mean for their relationship to stay in the dark for as long as it had. He had intended on taking it slow at first, the two of them coming out when they were ready, but that had been months ago. Nico wasn’t exactly scared to tell his friends, they all knew he was gay and he was in no way embarrassed by Will. In fact, Nico still had no clue how he had managed someone as great as Will, not to mention Will himself. No, Nico had initially put it off because, well, he wasn’t actually sure, but now that months had gone by, now he was a little scared. How would his friends react because he had kept it from them for months? They had each approached him about his relationship with Will, but he always denied it, eventually it got to the point they stopped asking.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Will asked, wrapping his warm arms around Nico and pulling him close, the warmth of Will and the tangled sheets providing him with ample comfort.

“Why are we still dancing around everyone?” Nico asked, snuggling deeper into Will’s embrace. Will shifted to hold him in a more comfortable position.

“Habit I guess,” he shrugged against Nico’s back. “Why? Whatcha thinking?”

“I just don’t understand why I felt the need in the first place,” he decided, closing his eyes and leaning his head back onto Will’s bare chest.

“They’ll figure it out sooner or later,” Will yawned, pressing his head into Nico’s neck. With a soft smile on his face, Nico fell asleep, exhausted from the nights activities.

As it turned out, his friends really did find out sooner as opposed to later, and by sooner, it meant the next day. Just like most mornings, by the time Nico woke up, he was alone in the Hades cabin, since Will had to get up at the crack of dawn to start his infirmary shift. At first, it bothered Nico, waking up alone, but he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he got to see Will again, so he quickly got over it. Nico blames the next sequence of events on being dazed from last night, because in the end he didn’t think as much about his appearance as he probably should have. Throwing on a dark t shirt and some black jeans, Nico left his cabin without a second glance, and that was his main issue.

He was used to the staring, being the son of Hades and all, but after the war with Gaea it had died down significantly, so why, on this day, were all eyes suddenly on him again. He couldn’t understand why, he hadn’t down anything significant recently, and the stares seemed to be different than the ones he usually got. When he walked to the pavilion for breakfast, the Stolls’ wolf whistled at him, the Aphrodite table giggled and talked in hushed voices, and his friends immediately surrounded him.

“What’s everyone’s problem today?” Nico asked looking around at his friends. Annabeth and Piper both had knowing grins on their faces while Jason and Percy wouldn’t look him in the eye, but rather were looking seemingly at his neck.

“What?” Nico asked, suddenly very self-conscious. He didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t have a good feeling about it. Before any of his friends could answer, Will entered the pavilion, and the room went dead quiet. Will looked around, confused at the sudden silence, before his eyes found Nico. His entire face lit up, before something caught his attention and his entire face went red from embarrassment. Will rushed over to Nico and grabbed his hand, pulling him away from his friends and out of the pavilion. As soon as they were out of sight, the room erupted into noise again.

Nico wasn’t sure what was happening, but Will didn’t stop until they were deep in the forest, and even then he refused to look at Nico.

“Will, what’s going on?” Nico asked, tilting his head to one side. He learned early on that Will couldn’t resist that subtle movement.

“Nico I…” Will started, only to trail off before he could really get anywhere.

“What is it?” Nico asked, finding Will’s eyes. The other boy’s face was still entirely scarlet, and Nico for the life of him couldn’t figure out why.

“I may have left a mark…” he trailed off, glancing away from Nico and towards the ground. Nico stood in confusion, wondering what the hell Will meant by that, before finally understanding.

“Oh,” he said, reaching his hand up towards his neck. He really should have checked his appearance before he left his cabin this morning. “Well, at least now I don’t have to worry about how to tell everyone,” he shrugged. Will’s head shot up, shocked eyes meeting with Nico’s.

“You’re fine with this?” Will asked, his voice amazed.

“Well yeah, I’m not ashamed of you Will, I have no reason for them not to know. I love you, and it’s about time the world knew that,” he confessed, his face reddening to match. Will smiled one of his big, blinding grins and pulled Nico in for a long meaningful kiss. When they broke apart, Nico looked seriously into Will’s eyes.

“Just, don’t make a habit of leaving marks where people can see,” he warned, his eyes light.

“No promises,” Will chuckled, and they turned back towards camp, hand in hand, ready to face whatever, or whoever, was waiting for them.

[thegoldenonyx]

Unknown Emotions

Here is the first of my Solangelo writings! This one was based off of an idea given to me by @kageotori, and while it is a bit short I’m happy with it. I’m excited to be getting back on my writing feet and think that this was a great start.

“Is this really necessary?” Nico asked as Jason half dragged-half carried him towards the infirmary.

“Yes, it is!” Jason exclaimed. “I almost took your arm off!”

“You did not,” Nico grumbled. He got nicked on the arm while he and Jason were sparring, so what? He was Nico di Angelo, he’d been through far worse, a simple scrap on his arm was nothing.

“It is a deep cut,” Piper agreed, walking in front of them and pulling the door open. Nico said nothing and glared at them, he knew that arguing would get him nowhere, especially since they were already here. He would humor them for a while, then sneak away like nothing ever happened. Done and done.

They entered the infirmary, Jason practically carrying him at this point. The infirmary was a large, long room with rows of beds on either side, most of which were empty. The only people inside was a girl from the Hebe cabin he couldn’t remember the name of, Connor and Travis Stoll, no doubt recovering from their last prank on the Ares cabin, and none other than Will Solace, child of Apollo and healer extrodinar. Will was sitting on the far side of the room, seemingly organizing files, and glanced up when he heard the door. He curiously looked at Piper and Jason, and his entire expression changed when he saw Nico. Wordlessly, Will put down the files and marched across the long room, pushing Jason towards an unoccupied bed to put Nico down into.

“I’m sorry,” was all Jason got out before he and Piper were ushered out of the room but a not-so-pleased Will. Nico just sat in silence, staring down at his hands. He would be lying if he said he had hoped another one of Will’s siblings had been on shift, Kayla or Austin perhaps, but he’d also be lying if he said he didn’t prefer Will. He was conflicted to say the least. Kayla would call him stupid and stitch him up, not wasting either of their time. Austin would ask Nico what happened, hanging on to every word and probably imagining something more extravagant than what actually happened, but still allowing him to leave at a reasonable time. Will, on the other hand, was a different story. Sure, Nico was more comfortable with him patching him up rather than any of the rest, but he was honestly slightly scared of the older healer. He wasn’t sure why, but Will was extremely ruthless when it came to his health, and just him in general now that he thought about it. He and Will had an interesting relationship to say the least.

Nico, tired of staring at his hands and being afraid of sunny Will Solace of all people, decided that he really didn’t need to be there, so he kicked his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, only to be pushed right back down.

“Oh no you don’t,” Will said, staring down at Nico, his eyebrow arched ever so slightly.

“I’m fine Will,” he argued, ignoring the dull throb in his right bicep.

“Oh yeah, sure, he has a cut that needs stitches but he’s fine. Hear that Travis? Nico’s fine,” Will rambled, more than a little annoyance in his tone. Travis and Connor laughed in response, watching the exchange between Will and Nico like it was the best thing they’d seen all day. Nico glanced up at Will and noticed something beyond the sarcasm, something that looked a lot like worry. Nico knew he worried the other boy, he worried a lot of his friends with his apparent lack of self-preservation and more than willingness to jump into dangerous situations, but for whatever reason Will worrying was different then if it were Percy or Jason. He always seemed to worry Will more than the others, and Will was the last person he ever wanted to worry.

“I can take care of myself,” Nico tried, attempting to sit up again, only to find a strong hand against his chest, keeping him in place. Nico glanced curiously into deep blue eyes, reading into the emotions displayed plain as day. Worry, Will was worried about him. Hurt, Will was hurt that Nico wasn’t letting him help. Determination, Will was determined to keep him here and help him. The last emotion was the one that threw Nico off, it was a look he recognized but couldn’t place. He was absolutely sure that no one had ever looked at him that way, but he knew that he’d seen it. It was soft, vulnerable even, it gave away so many feelings and emotions all at once, like it was trying to convey an important message that he couldn’t quite grasp.

“I want to take care of you,” Will whispered, the words barely making it to Nico’s ears. There was something more there, something more in his words and his tone, but Nico just couldn’t make it out. In that moment, Nico knew it was okay. He didn’t have to understand it, not yet. Whatever was happening between them, from the stolen glances to the playful banter, it wasn’t going anywhere, it would be right there waiting for him when he was ready. He stared up into those deep blue eyes filled with the emotion he couldn’t place and smiled a small, genuine smile.

“Okay,” he muttered softly.

“I’ll let you take care of me as long as you want.”

[thegoldenonyx]

telepathy with oihina

Despite how it was portrayed in stories, soulmate telepathy wasn’t that exciting. Most people, by their teenage years, already knew who their soulmates were, they simply just asked them. Oikawa Tooru, however, was not most people, and neither was his soulmate.

He wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but at some point they had both decided not to share their identity, it would be more fun that way. What they had established about one another was that they were both volleyball players in Miyagi, but that is where they decided to stop. They wanted to find each other naturally, not just because they could talk to each other telepathically.

I have a volleyball question he heard one night as he was on his bed, setting a ball towards the ceiling.

Lucky for you, I’m an expert Oikawa replied, smiling to himself. 

What do you do when your setter won’t toss to you anymore? the voice responded, causing Oikawa to loose concentration and drop the ball on his face. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t that. 

Can you be more specific? Oikawa asked, sitting up and putting the ball in his lap. He needed more information if he was going to be any help.

I wanted to try something new so that I could do better in mid-air battles, but my setter doesn’t think I can do it the voice explained. 

As a setter myself, I think there are two ways to look at this. First, there isn’t a lot of time before the tournament, so if he doesn’t think you can get it down before then, then I understand why he would refuse Oikawa said, twisting the ball in his hands. 

But I know we can do it! I don’t think it’s because he doesn’t think I can do it, I think he doesn’t believe he can do it the other voice admitted.

Well, is he giving you the toss you want, or the toss he thinks is best? They aren’t always the same thing Oikawa explained, laying back down.

I don’t know, I’ve never actually seen his tosses before, so I don’t know if they are any different the voice replied. Oikawa felt his brow crease, what did that mean?

You’ve never seen his tosses before? he heard himself ask, dropping the ball onto his stomach.

Um, this is going to sound crazy, but I spike with my eyes closed the voice admitted shyly. Oikawa bolted up, suddenly wide awake.

Chibi-chan? he muttered in disbelief. There was no way, was there?

Grand King? he heard in response, the same disbelief in the other’s tone. He sat still for a moment, silence on either end, before he smiled.

Tell Kageyama to come find me, I’ll fix your little problem Oikawa grinned. As much as he didn’t like Kageyama, he liked Hinata, and know that he knew they were soulmates, he would do anything to help Hinata, even if that meant giving Kageyama advice. 

He won’t listen to me no matter what I say Hinata answered sadly.

Then I’ll go find him. Don’t worry, I got this he reassured the small middle blocker. Oh, and Hinata?

Yeah? the other boy asked.

You should let me set to you sometime

[thegoldenonyx]

After nightmare cuddles with tsukkiyama? (•ω•)

Okay, so you probably were expecting some cute fluffy cuddles or something. While there are some cute and fluffy cuddles, it got dark. Real dark. Oops.

WARNING: MINOR CHARACTER DEATH

Kei was less than pleased with the current situation. Sure, he was skeptical about the whole idea of a team trip to the coast, but now that he was actually here, he knew this was going to be a headache. The ride was quiet, most of his teammates sleeping a majority of the way. Now that they had arrived, they were suddenly all full of energy, and it was a bit annoying. 

“What are we going to do first? We could play beach volleyball, or go swim in the ocean, or go on a hike, or build sandcastles, or-” Hinata rambled on excitedly as everyone finished arranging their stuff in the large, open room they were staying in. 

“You’re free to do whatever until dinner, then we’ll come back and do some team bonding exercises,” Suga announced, turning to face the team. “So just make sure to meet back here around 6.”

“What do you wanna do Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked him. He shrugged in response, listening in to what everyone else was doing. Tanaka, Noya, Hinata and Kageyama were going to play 2v2 beach volleyball, Shimizu and Yachi were going to walk along the beach, Suga, Daichi, and Asahi were going to check out all of the little beach shops, and Ennoshita, Narita, and Kinoshita were going to play cards on the deck. 

“You can stay here with Ennoshita,” Kei decided, looking over at Yamaguchi. He could tell that was what Yamaguchi wanted to do, but he never would if Kei didn’t. “I think I’m just going to go on a walk.”

“Are you sure? I can go with you,” he insisted, looking back at him. Kei just shook his head.

“I’ll be fine, it will be nice to just be on my own for a bit,” he admitted, grabbing his phone and sliding his shoes on. 

“Okay, be careful!” Yamaguchi called as Kei left the cabin. He lifted his hand slightly and walked out the door, turning left and walking up to the street. 

It was a rather nice day, the sun was shining and the clouds were scarce. There was one road that ran along the beach, the south end leading to the row of shops and the north end leading into the forest. Kei decided to go north, walking along the tree lined road. There weren’t a lot of people out, an occasional car or person went by, but it was mainly just Kei and his thoughts. 

After about an hour of mindlessly wandering, he noticed a woman walking her dog across the street. She seemed to be having some trouble, her dog was running ahead of her, pulling harshly on the leash. In one swift movement, the dog tugged the leash from her hand and ran across the street towards him. 

“Shepard no!” she yelled rushing across the street towards him. At the very moment she stepped off the curb, a car rounded the corner, and she never made it to the other side of the road. 

Kei felt his blood run cold; what did he just witness? He stood there completely frozen, watching the car skid to the side and the man run out, looking around frantically.

“What do I do?” he yelled frantically when he noticed Kei. Being addressed pulled him back into the present, and he rushed across the street to help.

“Call an ambulance,” he instructed as he knelt next to the woman. She was flat on her back, laying in a quickly growing pool of blood. “Can you hear me?” he asked her, looking for any sign that she could. When he didn’t see any movement, he began to slowly panic. He carefully lifted her head onto his lap and looked down at her face, the only thing he could do was try and keep her conscious until help arrived.  

“Hey, look at me, okay. Keep your eyes open and keep looking at me. Don’t close your eyes, just look at me,” he instructed, more for himself than for her. Her eyes were still open, but the color was slowly fading. Something inside of him knew that there was nothing left to do, yet he couldn’t give up. He could hear the sirens in the distance, but everything just seemed so far away. He focused on the woman below him, her breathing getting shallow and her eyes dulling. Kei lightly grabbed her hands and just held them, hoping to bring her at least some comfort. Even after he felt her still, he didn’t let go until the paramedics got there.

The woman was pronounced dead on the scene, and after giving a statement to the cops, Kei was given a ride back to the cabin. As he got out of the cop car and walked down to the building, he saw his team all hanging out next to a fire roasting various food items. He tried to sneak into the cabin without being seen, but of course Yamaguchi noticed him.

“Tsukki, you’re la-” he began, his voice faltering after getting a good look at the other boy. Kei didn’t need a mirror to know he looked like shit, his clothes were covered in blood and he was pretty sure his face showed just how tired he was.

“Tsukishima, what on earth happened?” Suga asked, rushing over to him. Kei flinched slightly, he really didn’t want to talk to anybody right now.

“It’s not my blood,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. “I’m going to go clean up and go to bed. I’ll see you guys later.” With that, he turned and entered the cabin, glad that nobody asked any more questions. He took a nice long shower, cleaning all of the blood off of his body, and threw away his clothes. Even if the stain did come out, he didn’t want any physical evidence of the events of that day. He set up his futon in the far corner of the room and curled up, wishing for sleep to take him quickly. Luckily for him, it did.

He was standing on the side of the road, another person across the street with a dog. In a split second, the dog was next to him and the other person was stepping into the street. The car rounded the corner and hit the person, sending them flying down the road. The car skidded to the side and a man jumped out, looking over at Kei with wide eyes.

“What do I do?” the man asked, his voice frantic.

“Call an ambulance,” Kei responded, rushing over to the injured person. He knelt down next to them and screamed.

It was Yamaguchi.

Kei bolted up, looking around the dark room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yamaguchi sleeping peacefully in a futon next to him, safe and not laying in a pool of his own blood. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to even his breathing. He leaned his back against the wall, just watching all of his teammates sleep. It calmed him down, seeing all of them safe and peaceful. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before Yamaguchi spoke up.

“Kei,” he whispered, worry in his voice. “Are you alright?”

“No,” Kei responded, hugging his knees against his chest.

“We saw the news story…I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he apologized, propping himself up on his elbow.

“She died in my arms,” he muttered, his eyes staring blankly at the ground.

“You don’t have to talk about if you aren’t ready,” Yamaguchi told him, looking into his eyes.

“I’m just so drained,” Kei whispered, trying to avoid Yamaguchi’s gaze.

“But you can’t sleep,” he guessed, earning a nod from the taller boy. Yamaguchi grinned shyly and pushed himself out of his futon, moving over to Kei’s.

“Tadashi…” Kei began, looking down at him. Yamaguchi smiled and patted the spot next to him.

“You always used to do it when I had nightmares,” he shrugged, pulling Kei’s arm until he was laying next to him. Yamaguchi grinned and snuggled into his chest, instant warmth engulfing Kei. He wrapped his arms around Yamaguchi, holding him tight.

Yamaguchi was here, in his arms, safe and sound.

[thegoldenonyx]

Kagehina. Nervous Kags proposing to Hinata right after they won the final match

Thanks for the sweet prompt Anon! Here we gooooo

“Tobio-chan~” Oikawa sang. Kageyama stopped walking and turned around to face the other setter. 

“Oikawa-san,” he responded curtly, he really didn’t want to do this today. He and Oikawa had been better since they were both on the national team, but their competitiveness also skyrocketed. Whatever Oikawa was in such a cheery mood about, he didn’t want to hear it.

“Don’t be like that Tobio-chan~ I’m just checking on my favorite rival,” he smiled cheerfully. While the smile was cheerful, his eyes held another emotion, it looked like concern. 

“Checking on me?” Kageyama asked, raising one eyebrow. He didn’t understand.

“Well, yeah,” he said, a serious look coming over him. “When you’re nervous before a game you just file your nails or sit with Chibi-chan, you never wander around. I get that this is the biggest game of our career, being the Olympics and all, but this isn’t like you.”

He was right, Kageyama never did this before a game. It might be the Olympic final, but he always went into every game the same, so what was different this time?

“What is it?” Oikawa asked, sensing the younger boy’s train of thought.

“We really need to win this game,” he responded, his voice almost a whisper.

“And why is that? Don’t say because it’s the Olympics, because I know that’s not it,” Oikawa pushed, tilting his head. Kageyama sighed, maybe it would help telling someone.

“It wouldn’t be right if we didn’t win. If this is going to work, we have to win,” he answered bluntly.

“What are you scheming?” Oikawa asked, a slight smile on his face. Of course he knew. Of course.

“I…a…I want to propose,” he admitted, looking down at his shoes. 

“Well then, let’s go kick some butt,” Oikawa grinned, grabbing Kageyama and dragging him to the court. 

The game was crazy to say the least. Kageyama was on the bench the first two sets, Oikawa in as setter. He was okay with it though, it gave him more time to watch his boyfriend, something he never got tired of. The first set went to Japan, Hinata scoring the final point. The second set was close, but the opposing team took it in the end. Kageyama switched with Oikawa in the middle of the third set, which also went to the opposing team, this time not as close. With Kageyama now in, the fourth set was taken with ease, Bokuto taking the final point. They went into the final set tied, 2-2. This was it, all or nothing. It was a fierce back and fourth battle, but in the end, Japan emerged victorious. 

“Tobio!” Hinata screamed as he jumped on his back, almost falling to the floor. Kageyama was nervous, they had won, which was a good thing, but now he didn’t have an excuse. He saw Oikawa out of the corner of his eye walking towards him, a small box in his hand. As he passed by, he handed the box to Kageyama, walking away with a wink. Kageyama took a deep breath, now or nothing.

“Shouyo,” he started, pulling the other boy off his back. Hinata looked back at him curiously. Now or never. 

“Shouyo,” he repeated, running his free hand through his hair. “When I first met you, I was confused, amazed, and angry. I was amazed at how much effort you put into volleyball, I was angry that you weren’t using your full potential, and I was confused why I hadn’t met you sooner. In the entire three months between that first meeting and our meeting at Karasuno, I thought about you everyday, I wondered what you were doing, if you were playing volleyball. I wondered how much better you would be next time we met. I don’t know how we both ended up at Karasuno, but I like to think it was fate. It was because I met you that I was able to leave behind my past self, it was because of you that I actually started to enjoy volleyball again. In all the years that I have known you, I’ve been able to experience so many things, all because of you. Because of you, I am who I am today, and I love you so much for sticking by me through everything. I was terrified when I accidentally confessed to you in second year, but it ended up being the best thing I’ve ever done. Well, hopefully second best,” he took a deep breath and got down on his knee, pulling the box open in front of him. “Hinata Shouyo, would you make today the best day of my life? No matter what the future holds, I want us to go through it together. I guess what I’m trying to say is, will you marry me?” 

Everything froze. Time, movement, everything. Kageyama held his breath, waiting for Hinata to do something, anything. Shock complete took over Hinata, and Kageyama wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. The shock slowly melted from his face, taken over instead by the largest, brightest smile Kageyama had ever seen.

“Of course I’ll marry you!” he cheered, rushing forward and tackling Kageyama in a hug. Towering over him, Hinata leaned in for the most passionate kiss Kageyama had ever experienced. This was happening, Hinata had said yes. 

There, on the volleyball court, where so much had happened, from fights to first kisses, a new chapter opened. 

Kageyama couldn’t wait for the rest of their lives.

[thegoldenonyx]

First words with Daisuga!

I had fun with this!

It was a curse, Daichi was sure of it. Out of every possible word or phrase he could have on his collar bone, he was stuck with “Hello.” It was frustrating; almost everyone he met always said that, so how the hell was he supposed to know if it was his soulmate or not? 

Today was his least favorite day, as far as soulmates were concerned. It was the first day of high school, meaning he would have to meet a classroom full of people. He was excited to finally be at Karasuno, but meeting people, it had lost its spark long ago. 

His journey to school was pretty uneventful, but he knew that much. The problem wasn’t his walk to school but rather being at school. He took a deep breath as he approached the front gate, many as well get this over with. 

The chatter of students filled Daichi’s head as he walked to his classroom. Year 1 class 4, that was the room he was looking for. Once he found it, he sighed, this was going to be fun.

“Hello!” a girl chirped when he walked in. Well, there was one. A fun fact about Sawamura Daichi is that, after realizing how screwed he was because of the lousy “Hello” on his collarbone, he decided there was only one way to make this work. If he was going to have something short and simple, his soulmate was going to have the weirdest, most random sentence he could come up with. 

“Do you think squirrels have families?” he asked, turning to look at her. 

“What?” she asked, her face scrunched up in confusion. 

“Oh, nothing,” he replied, walking over to an empty seat by the window. It wasn’t her, that much was certain. If it was, there would be more realization than confusion on her face. The downside to his system was that it didn’t create the best first impressions, but at this point Daichi really didn’t care. 

“Do you, um, mind if I sit here?” a Jesus-looking boy asked him. Daichi smiled, he liked it when his first conversation didn’t start with hello.

“Go for it,” he grinned, nodding towards the empty desk next to he. The boy smiled sheepishly and sat down. Class began shortly after, the teacher coming in and introducing herself.

“Okay,” she began, clasping her hands together.”Since most of you don’t know each other, I’m going to put you into pairs so you can get to know one another. Fill in these questions with the answers your partner gives you, and hopefully you will find common interests. Okay, when I call your name and partner, please go find a seat next to them.” 

Daichi grabbed a copy of the worksheet and looked at it, drowning out the teacher as she called name after name. It had all the simple questions; what was their name, what club were they going to join, what their word or phrase was. The last one annoyed Daichi, but it also made him chuckle. He wondered what his soulmate had written on him, whatever it was, Daichi figured it would be one of a kind. 

“Sawamura, you and Sugawara will be partners,” his teacher called. Daichi raised his hand, signalling to whoever Sugawara was. A silver-haired boy walked over to him, his smile almost reaching the beauty mark under his left eye. He was gorgeous, Daichi didn’t even try to deny that. 

“Hello,” he greeted when he reached Daichi. Daichi sighed, this again.

“Isn’t it sad that snakes don’t have arms?” Daichi asked, spewing out the first thing that came to his mind. To his surprise, the other boy started laughing.

“Out of all the things you could have said, why that?” he chuckled, grabbing his sides. 

“Well, when you’re stuck with this on your collar, you have to get creative,” Daichi responded, pulling his shirt collar down enough that the dark “Hello” was visible. 

“Oh my God, I’m glad that there is a somewhat reasonable explanation for this,” Suga grinned, rolling up his left sleeve. Daichi froze when he read the dark ink. “Isn’t it sad that snakes don’t have arms?”

“Well, I guess my plan worked,” Daichi chuckled, smiling at the other boy. 

“You’re such a dork,” Suga smiled, pushing Daichi gently.

“Yeah, well looks like you’re stuck with me.”

[thegoldenonyx]

not believing with bokuaka

Why do I always end up torturing my children?

Akaashi Keiji did not believe in love, and he definitely did not believe in soulmates.They just didn’t exist, he had seen love go wrong so many times, it’s no surprise that he had lost hope. When Keiji was three, his mother walked out on him and his father, leaving behind nothing. His memories of his mother were scarce, even when she was still around she spent most of her time holed up in her office. It didn’t take long for his father to start bring home other women, none of which ever lasted long. In the twelve years since his mother left, Keiji’s father has been through three failed marriages, and countless failed relationships. It wasn’t for lack of trying, Keiji knew that, but it didn’t make him feel any differently.

By the time he was in middle school, Keiji had had enough. The women were changing constantly and he just wanted a way out. He began to stay at school longer and longer, always with the excuse that it was easier to concentrate, but his father was skeptical. Keiji loved his father, he really did, and that may have been the reason why he never told him how he felt. He hated all the women he brought home, he hated how they always acted nice around him just so that his father would like them. He loved his father, and he knew how hard he was trying, so he kept his mouth shut. 

When his second year of middle school began, Keiji’s father made a comment. During breakfast on his first day, his father sat across the table, newspaper in one hand, coffee in the other. Mornings like this were rare, just the two of them, and Keiji would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He preferred times like these, no nameless women, just him and his father.

“Keiji,” his father said, setting his paper down. Keiji glanced up from his meal, staring over at his father, waiting for him to continue. “You did well last year, almost perfect grades and you were at the top of your class. I’m proud of you, I really am, but is it really necessary to spend all that extra time at school? I feel like I hardly ever saw you.”

There it was, the guilt. He knew his father wasn’t trying to make him feel guilty, but that didn’t make the feeling go away. He didn’t want to tell his father the real reason he had been out of the house so often, so instead, he decided on a different tactic.

“I guess I can do my homework here,” he started. He felt bad, seeing his father’s eyes light up; he wasn’t done yet. “I’m going to join a club this year though, so I still might not be home a lot.”

“A club?” his father asked, forgetting about his now cold coffee.

“Yes, though I’m not sure which club yet. Being involved in a club looks good on your transcript,” he explained, finishing his meal. What he said wasn’t false, being involved did look good, but he wasn’t exactly doing it because he wanted to.

Somehow, during that first day of his second year of middle school, Keiji joined the volleyball team. He had never been athletic, never much of a team player, but somehow he managed to get scouted by the current volleyball captain, Shiba-san. The whole series of events were rather odd, and Keiji still wasn’t quite sure how things managed to work out how they did. He had been walking in the courtyard afterschool, wandering around looking at the various club tables set up, when he heard a shout from behind him. Curiously, he turned to see a tall third year running straight towards him, one arm extended and a look of worry on his face. As a shadow appeared overhead, Keiji looked up to see a volleyball a few feet away, rushing right towards him. While most people would have run out of the way or blocked their face, Keiji put his hands up, allowing the ball to land perfectly within his grasp. He wasn’t sure why, but he pushed the ball back into the air, were it arched perfected in front of the third year. 

“You’re a setter,” the third year called, his voice full of amazement. Keiji furrowed  his brow, he wasn’t anything.

“I’m not a setter,” he replied, staring oddly at the other boy. He knew enough about volleyball to know what a setter was, and it definitely wasn’t him.

“What do you mean you aren’t a setter? That was the most perfect toss I’ve ever seen!” the third year yelled, looking between where the ball had landed and Keiji.”Are you in a club? I’m Tatsumi Shiba, third year captain of the volleyball team, and we really need a setter, especially one of your level.”

“Akaashi Keiji, second year. I’ve never played volleyball, but if you’ll have me, then I will gladly join your club.”

When Keiji first began volleyball, he didn’t think he would like it as much as he did. He learned the rules of the game very quickly, and he somehow was a pretty good setter right away. He worked well with his team, even if he only considered them acquaintances at best. His team quickly realized that Keiji wasn’t one to make friends, he was realiable on the court and friendly enough, but they didn’t push it. The closest thing he had to a friend was Tatsumi, but Keiji still didn’t consider it friendship. He didn’t form relationships with people, that just wasn’t something he did. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Tatsumi’s company however; he felt oddly lonely during his final year of middle school without his former captain.

Graduation came and went, and before Keiji knew it he was headed for one of the best schools in Tokyo. He knew he could have gotten into Fukurodani with his grades alone, but spending two years on a good volleyball team was a good backup. Fukurodani had one of the best volleyball teams in the country, so being considered a good player himself was definitely helpful. Keiji’s plans going into high school was to focus on school work, quitting volleyball entirely, and he felt oddly disappointed about that. He knew that he wasn’t a bad setter and that he would probably make the team, but he also knew that there were much better players.

The morning of his first year of high school, his father said something. It was another rare morning, just the two of them together at the table, a similar atmosphere to that same morning just two years earlier.

“Keiji,” he began, setting down his newspaper and looking over at his son. “Are you going to continue volleyball?”

“No,” he replied simply, picking at his breakfast. Even though he said that, he wasn’t sure if he actually meant it.

“I think you should,” he father responded, taking a sip of his coffee. Keiji froze slightly, this was not how he expected this to go.

“And why is that?” he asked, putting his fork down. He really was curious; normally his father would want him to spend more time at home, so why was he pushing for him to continue volleyball?

“I know that you haven’t had the best upbringing and you usually just do what you have to in order to get by, but whenever I went to your games in middle school, you just looked so happy. You aren’t one to show your emotions, but when you were playing your eyes were the brightest I’ve ever seen them. I just don’t want you to stop doing something that makes you that happy,” his father explained. Keiji had never really thought about it, but he did enjoy volleyball, a lot. There were many other high schools in Tokyo with better academic programs that he could have easily attended, so he couldn’t help but wonder if there was another reason he chose Fukurodani.

“It won’t hurt I suppose,” he answered, turning back to his food. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father smile, true and genuine, 

Volleyball try outs were right after school, and Keiji felt weird. He assumed this was what nerves felt like, but he wasn’t sure. nothing had ever made him nervous. When he arrived at the large gym, he was greeted by a tall and energetic second year.

“Hello! I’m second year Bokuto Koutaro, wing spiker and soon to be ace!” he smiled, his joy reaching all the way to his eyes. Keiji felt strange, but not in the same way he did before. It was, almost nice.

“Akaashi Keiji, first year. I played setter in middle school,” he answered politely. As soon as he said the word setter, the other boy began to bounce around the room.

“Konoha he’s a setter!” he yelled to another second year across the gym. Konoha glanced over and gave Keiji an apologetic look.

“Bokuto, don’t scare the poor kid away,” he called back, walking over to them. “Konoha Akinori,” he greeted when he reached them. “I must warn you, this guy can spike for four hours straight and not get tired.”

“I could never get tired of spiking!” Bokuto cheered, jumping into the air and swinging his head in a spiking motion. “Hey Akaaaaaaasghi will you set for me?” he asked, already running towards the court. Keiji sighed and looked over at Konoha, who just shrugged at him in response.

“It’s Akaashi, by the way,” he corrected as he got into place by the net. 

“Sure thing Akaaaaashihi,” Bokuto replied, still somehow managing to pronounce it wrong. Keiji shook his head, Bokuto was definitely odd, but for some reason he really didn’t mind.

“Ready? Here we go!” Bokuto called, tossing a ball into the air. Keiji waited patiently, watching the ball. Bokuto’s throw was perfect, so he wouldn’t have to move in order to set it. As the ball got closer, Keiji watched Bokuto out of the corner of his eye; where he was going, the speed at which he was getting there, how high he was going to jump. As soon as the ball touched his fingers, it was gone again, speeding right towards Bokuto’s swinging arm. With a loud bang, the ball smashed against the wood floor, perfectly landing on the other side of the net. When Bokuto landed, he looked between his hand and Keiji, a big smile growing on his face.

“That was perfect Akagagashi! You’re really good!” he cheered, a goofy grin on his face. Keiji smiled slightly at the praise.

“You’re a good spiker. You have good form and power,” Keiji responded, he wasn’t great at complimenting people, but by the look on the other boy’s face he assumed he did just fine.

“I am the ace!” he grinned, smacking Keiji hard on the back. He flinched slightly, but he didn’t hate the contact.

“Hey, do you wanna stay after and set to me? It’ll be really fun!” Bokuto promised, looking directly at Keiji. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Konoha shaking his head violently, but something felt different about Bokuto, so he did something he never thought he would.

“Sure Bokuto-san.” The other boy’s grin lit up the entire gym.

Akaashi Keiji didn’t believe in love, and he definitely didn’t believe in soulmates. He did, however, believe in Bokuto Koutaro, and that was good enough for him.